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"writing": "[b][u][center]The Street-Corner Game\nKink-Vember 3\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n“So, I’ll find her at the street-pole?” Gamil asked, looking over his shoulder at his new frat-bros standing at the edge of the college campus. “Just…go down the street, wait at the corner of 40th and Aspen, and she’ll be there?”\n\n“Oh, she’ll be there eventually. Might not be when you first get there, but just, you know, wait. She’ll show up,” Jameson said, the bulldog chuckling. “And when she gets there, she’ll tell you what to do.”\n\nThe jackal had so many more questions, but Jameson was already waving him off. If he wanted to get into the frat, really into it, then he had to go through this last task. And he [i]really[/i] wanted in. \n\nSo, he turned on his heel and walked down the street. Every so often, he looked over his shoulders to see if the full members were following him, but they just watched him from the corner. The other three males with Jameson – a pair of raccoons and a possum – all smirked and chuckled to themselves, clearly knowing something that he didn’t. \n\nGamil wished that he had time for questions, but he knew that if he didn’t take this offer, someone else would. Jameson’s fraternity – and for all intents and purposes, it was the bulldog’s frat considering that the college did jackshit to regulate the various houses on campus – was [i]the[/i] place for making connections. If he wanted a head-start in his post-college life, he needed to start building it now, and that meant getting in there. \n\n[i]This is going to be another hazing,[/i] he thought as he fought the urge to start running. [i]Everything else has been a joke, but this…[/i]\n\nIt was simple enough. Go to the street corner, meet the pangolin lady, and then do what she said. From everything that everyone else said, the pangolin was an old sex worker, someone that had been working with the fraternity for a while. He didn’t know if he was supposed to have sex with her (he’d heard that there were jokes of sending the new guys to fuck old women, usually ugly ones) or if he’d be chased by the cops and have to get away, or if it was something else entirely. All he knew was that he had to go there, and wait. \n\nOne block, two, three. When he reached the corner of 40th and Aspen, he didn’t see anyone, but Jameson had said that he might have to wait. Gamil leaned back against the light post, trying to keep calm. \n\nAs he tapped his feet, he kept glancing this way and that. Nobody else was coming down the street, but he knew how he had to look. Some random foreigner in a hoodie, an exchange student from [i]that[/i] part of the world – and one who looked it – standing on a street corner in the middle of the night? Oh, there was nothing good about that. He wouldn’t even have to be doing anything illegal for someone to call the cops on him for this, and he’d even be on their side for it. \n\nAdjusting his coat, he looked around. No sign of the pangolin woman. He hoped she’d show up sooner than later; he didn’t like this. \n\nHe leaned back again, one foot on the ground and the other resting against the pole behind him. Keeping his hands in his pockets as the chill in the air grew stronger, Gamil looked down the street toward the college. \n\nNo sign of Jameson, either. \n\n[i]Fuck, what’s going to happen this time?[/i] Gamil wondered, a shiver running down his spine as the still air seemed determined to freeze him even through his coat. [i]Fuck. Okay, five minutes. Five minutes and then –[/i]\n\nThe cold in the air suddenly swelled to something new, something different. Gamil arched his back against the wooden pole behind him as the chill ran down his spine and then into the rest of him. It was like someone was pouring cold water into him through a hole in his neck, filling his arms and legs with freezing water. He gasped for breath, his hands shaking and his arms going numb. \n\n[i]Mmmm, don’t you worry about a thing, darling…I’ll have this right in a jiffy…[/i]\n\nGamil didn’t know who was talking to him, but they sounded feminine, and – and they didn’t sound like they were talking to his ears. If anything, they sounded like they were inside his head, somehow, and – \n\n“Ah…”\n\nThe jackal gasped, his mouth hanging open as his hand pulled itself out of his pocket, slowly lifting up. The cold in his arm strengthened, then ‘cracked,’ turning from cold to cool to warm. It spread out through his limb, running up to his shoulder, then his neck, and down his back. Everywhere the heat touched, his body started to move without his consent, doing things that he didn’t tell it to do.\n\n[i]Mmmm, it’s been a while since I’ve been somewhere warm, darling. Must have been a dearth of anyone interesting to send my way,[/i] the voice said, and the chill ran through his skull as the rest of his body warmed up. [i]Pity that they didn’t send me a girl, but mmmm, beggars can’t be choosers. What do you have down there, hmm?[/i]\n\nHis own hands just shoved themselves into his pants, and despite how familiar they were, they were moving like someone else’s. They handled his cock and balls roughly, and he gritted his teeth as his fingers pulled at his sac, his cock – \n\n[i]Mmmm, I’d guess…five inches soft, seven – no, eight and a half hard?[/i]\n\n“Nnngh…how…”\n\n[i]Heh, I’ve had my share of the boys, hon. Oh, I’ve had my share of them and then some; I can guess how a cock’s going to behave once I get my hands on it.[/i]\n\n“Who…who are…”\n\nThe chill ‘cracked’ in his head, too, and his mouth stopped working. It hung slack for a moment before one hand came out of his pants and pushed it back into place. He felt it rolling his jaw from one side to the other before – \n\n“Call me Charlene,” he heard himself say. “And of course, here come the troublemakers themselves…”\n\nGamil’s head turned, and he felt like he was becoming more and more a passenger in his own body as his body followed the motion. Every motion was not his own, and even the act of folding his arms against his chest, leaning back, and cocking his hips slightly to the side were all done in a way that he never would. His arms moved with precision, his back knew just how to curl to keep the right pose, and his hips just…fell into place, cocked to the side in a strangely teasing, but powerfully confident way. \n\nEven the way that his lips turned up in a teasing sneer was more than he had ever managed on his own, feeling almost feminine rather than his usual expressions as Jameson and his fraternity members walked up. \n\n“Heh, should have been possessed by now. Charlene, that you?” the bulldog asked. \n\n“You know it, sweetie.”\n\n“Heh, knew that you wouldn’t be able to resist a new guy.”\n\n[i]New – you set me up?![/i]\n\n“Now, how about you turn around and we start talking about your fee, hmm?” Jameson said, twirling his finger. \n\nThe jackal couldn’t believe what he was hearing. All he could think about was being turned around, his tail raised by the [i]thing[/i] inside of him, and his ass violated. A shiver of pure fear ran through him, but nothing obeyed him. Not his arms, not his mouth, not his legs, nothing. He wanted to whimper – \n\n“Well? You looking to get paid tonight or not, Charlene?” Jameson asked. “I gave you a body. You know what happens next.”\n\n“Heh…”\n\nIt took him a full minute to realize that his head was shaking, going back and forth, and that he hadn’t moved since being leaned against the pole. ‘Charlene’ looked down at the bulldog, clicking her tongue. \n\n“Tsk, tsk. You think that it’s going to be that easy?” she asked, with his mouth. \n\n“What – bitch, you know the deal. I give you a body – and fucking money, you whore – and the frat gets a good night.”\n\n“Yes, yes, yes, that [i]has[/i] been the deal, but we’ve never exactly had it in writing, have we?”\n\n“You –”\n\n“And besides, this time, you gave me someone with a strap-on.”\n\n“What –”\n\nIf Gamil has been in charge of his body when his pants hit the ground, he was pretty sure that he would have fainted dead away with humiliation and embarrassment. His cock bobbed up as he took a step out of them, and Charlene rested his hand on the bulldog’s shoulder, keeping the shorter male from pulling away. \n\n“A strap-on, hon. You know. A cock that isn’t yours? One that isn’t really mine…but oh, it works, alright.”\n\nSmack. \n\nSmack. \n\nSmack. \n\n[i]Oh…my…god…[/i]\n\nIt was unreal. This whole thing was completely unreal. A ghost was in charge, he was in the back seat, and his body was being pushed forward as…as a fuck-toy for the ghost to…to what? Fuck Jameson? \n\n…Normally not his type, but for a hate-fuck – \n\n“Heh. Feels like my host isn’t best pleased with you, hon,” Charlene said, squeezing the bulldog’s shoulder before looking at the other fraternity brothers. “You boys have a choice. Either you help me remind ol’ Jamesy here why he brings me the sort of bodies that fit me, or he ain’t the only one getting ‘pegged’ tonight.”\n\n“Get – get her, boys. Get – mmmph!”\n\n“Heh, good boys; you know the score,” Charlene said, the jackal cupping ‘her’ chin as she watched the other bully-boys drag Jameson into the nearby park. “And kid?”\n\n[i]…Are you talking to me?[/i]\n\n“Yep. You gay?”\n\n[i]Uh…[/i]\n\n“Bi? Pan?”\n\n[i]…I’m not sure?[/i]\n\n“Heh, well, time to find out. Try and keep this fucker hard for me, eh? A limp strap-on ain’t useful to anyone. Well…” \n\nCharlene cracked his knuckles. \n\n“Time to fuck an asshole.”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Kink-Vember the third. You might be noticing that I like set-up a lot, heh. Anyway, enjoy this little possession tale.\n\nTags: M/solo, Possession, Sex Work, Prostitution, Scam, Hazing, College, Jackal, Bulldog, Exhibitionism, Shameless, Impending Sex, Groping, ",
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The Street-Corner Game Kink-Vember 3 By Draconicon
“So, I’ll find her at the street-pole?” Gamil asked, looking over his shoulder at his new frat-bros standing at the edge of the college campus. “Just…go down the street, wait at the corner of 40th and Aspen, and she’ll be there?”
“Oh, she’ll be there eventually. Might not be when you first get there, but just, you know, wait. She’ll show up,” Jameson said, the bulldog chuckling. “And when she gets there, she’ll tell you what to do.”
The jackal had so many more questions, but Jameson was already waving him off. If he wanted to get into the frat, really into it, then he had to go through this last task. And he really wanted in.
So, he turned on his heel and walked down the street. Every so often, he looked over his shoulders to see if the full members were following him, but they just watched him from the corner. The other three males with Jameson – a pair of raccoons and a possum – all smirked and chuckled to themselves, clearly knowing something that he didn’t.
Gamil wished that he had time for questions, but he knew that if he didn’t take this offer, someone else would. Jameson’s fraternity – and for all intents and purposes, it was the bulldog’s frat considering that the college did jackshit to regulate the various houses on campus – was the place for making connections. If he wanted a head-start in his post-college life, he needed to start building it now, and that meant getting in there.
This is going to be another hazing, he thought as he fought the urge to start running. Everything else has been a joke, but this…
It was simple enough. Go to the street corner, meet the pangolin lady, and then do what she said. From everything that everyone else said, the pangolin was an old sex worker, someone that had been working with the fraternity for a while. He didn’t know if he was supposed to have sex with her (he’d heard that there were jokes of sending the new guys to fuck old women, usually ugly ones) or if he’d be chased by the cops and have to get away, or if it was something else entirely. All he knew was that he had to go there, and wait.
One block, two, three. When he reached the corner of 40th and Aspen, he didn’t see anyone, but Jameson had said that he might have to wait. Gamil leaned back against the light post, trying to keep calm.
As he tapped his feet, he kept glancing this way and that. Nobody else was coming down the street, but he knew how he had to look. Some random foreigner in a hoodie, an exchange student from that part of the world – and one who looked it – standing on a street corner in the middle of the night? Oh, there was nothing good about that. He wouldn’t even have to be doing anything illegal for someone to call the cops on him for this, and he’d even be on their side for it.
Adjusting his coat, he looked around. No sign of the pangolin woman. He hoped she’d show up sooner than later; he didn’t like this.
He leaned back again, one foot on the ground and the other resting against the pole behind him. Keeping his hands in his pockets as the chill in the air grew stronger, Gamil looked down the street toward the college.
No sign of Jameson, either.
Fuck, what’s going to happen this time? Gamil wondered, a shiver running down his spine as the still air seemed determined to freeze him even through his coat. Fuck. Okay, five minutes. Five minutes and then –
The cold in the air suddenly swelled to something new, something different. Gamil arched his back against the wooden pole behind him as the chill ran down his spine and then into the rest of him. It was like someone was pouring cold water into him through a hole in his neck, filling his arms and legs with freezing water. He gasped for breath, his hands shaking and his arms going numb.
Mmmm, don’t you worry about a thing, darling…I’ll have this right in a jiffy…
Gamil didn’t know who was talking to him, but they sounded feminine, and – and they didn’t sound like they were talking to his ears. If anything, they sounded like they were inside his head, somehow, and –
“Ah…”
The jackal gasped, his mouth hanging open as his hand pulled itself out of his pocket, slowly lifting up. The cold in his arm strengthened, then ‘cracked,’ turning from cold to cool to warm. It spread out through his limb, running up to his shoulder, then his neck, and down his back. Everywhere the heat touched, his body started to move without his consent, doing things that he didn’t tell it to do.
Mmmm, it’s been a while since I’ve been somewhere warm, darling. Must have been a dearth of anyone interesting to send my way, the voice said, and the chill ran through his skull as the rest of his body warmed up. Pity that they didn’t send me a girl, but mmmm, beggars can’t be choosers. What do you have down there, hmm?
His own hands just shoved themselves into his pants, and despite how familiar they were, they were moving like someone else’s. They handled his cock and balls roughly, and he gritted his teeth as his fingers pulled at his sac, his cock –
Mmmm, I’d guess…five inches soft, seven – no, eight and a half hard?
“Nnngh…how…”
Heh, I’ve had my share of the boys, hon. Oh, I’ve had my share of them and then some; I can guess how a cock’s going to behave once I get my hands on it.
“Who…who are…”
The chill ‘cracked’ in his head, too, and his mouth stopped working. It hung slack for a moment before one hand came out of his pants and pushed it back into place. He felt it rolling his jaw from one side to the other before –
“Call me Charlene,” he heard himself say. “And of course, here come the troublemakers themselves…”
Gamil’s head turned, and he felt like he was becoming more and more a passenger in his own body as his body followed the motion. Every motion was not his own, and even the act of folding his arms against his chest, leaning back, and cocking his hips slightly to the side were all done in a way that he never would. His arms moved with precision, his back knew just how to curl to keep the right pose, and his hips just…fell into place, cocked to the side in a strangely teasing, but powerfully confident way.
Even the way that his lips turned up in a teasing sneer was more than he had ever managed on his own, feeling almost feminine rather than his usual expressions as Jameson and his fraternity members walked up.
“Heh, should have been possessed by now. Charlene, that you?” the bulldog asked.
“You know it, sweetie.”
“Heh, knew that you wouldn’t be able to resist a new guy.”
New – you set me up?!
“Now, how about you turn around and we start talking about your fee, hmm?” Jameson said, twirling his finger.
The jackal couldn’t believe what he was hearing. All he could think about was being turned around, his tail raised by the thing inside of him, and his ass violated. A shiver of pure fear ran through him, but nothing obeyed him. Not his arms, not his mouth, not his legs, nothing. He wanted to whimper –
“Well? You looking to get paid tonight or not, Charlene?” Jameson asked. “I gave you a body. You know what happens next.”
“Heh…”
It took him a full minute to realize that his head was shaking, going back and forth, and that he hadn’t moved since being leaned against the pole. ‘Charlene’ looked down at the bulldog, clicking her tongue.
“Tsk, tsk. You think that it’s going to be that easy?” she asked, with his mouth.
“What – bitch, you know the deal. I give you a body – and fucking money, you whore – and the frat gets a good night.”
“Yes, yes, yes, that has been the deal, but we’ve never exactly had it in writing, have we?”
“You –”
“And besides, this time, you gave me someone with a strap-on.”
“What –”
If Gamil has been in charge of his body when his pants hit the ground, he was pretty sure that he would have fainted dead away with humiliation and embarrassment. His cock bobbed up as he took a step out of them, and Charlene rested his hand on the bulldog’s shoulder, keeping the shorter male from pulling away.
“A strap-on, hon. You know. A cock that isn’t yours? One that isn’t really mine…but oh, it works, alright.”
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Oh…my…god…
It was unreal. This whole thing was completely unreal. A ghost was in charge, he was in the back seat, and his body was being pushed forward as…as a fuck-toy for the ghost to…to what? Fuck Jameson?
…Normally not his type, but for a hate-fuck –
“Heh. Feels like my host isn’t best pleased with you, hon,” Charlene said, squeezing the bulldog’s shoulder before looking at the other fraternity brothers. “You boys have a choice. Either you help me remind ol’ Jamesy here why he brings me the sort of bodies that fit me, or he ain’t the only one getting ‘pegged’ tonight.”
“Get – get her, boys. Get – mmmph!”
“Heh, good boys; you know the score,” Charlene said, the jackal cupping ‘her’ chin as she watched the other bully-boys drag Jameson into the nearby park. “And kid?”
…Are you talking to me?
“Yep. You gay?”
Uh…
“Bi? Pan?”
…I’m not sure?
“Heh, well, time to find out. Try and keep this fucker hard for me, eh? A limp strap-on ain’t useful to anyone. Well…”
Charlene cracked his knuckles.
“Time to fuck an asshole.”
The End
Summary: Kink-Vember the third. You might be noticing that I like set-up a lot, heh. Anyway, enjoy this little possession tale.