Halloween Contest: Tales of the Strip -- The Manless Dick

[Executionus]

This is my entrance for the Halloween contest. Fair warning: This is twisted and horrific as well as sexy, which is the best kind of Halloween story imo. I have been a huge fan of Tales from the Crypt and the Cryptkeeper since I was a very young child (I was watching R-rated horror at like 6, which probably explains a lot about me). When I sought out to write a parody story for it there was no chance that it was going to be even slightly normal or sane. Enjoy!

[Executionus]

"Greetings kiddies! Your old pal, the Strip Seeker, is enjoying a fun little get together with the local sorority as they celebrate the three Fs: Football, Frat Boys, and Fucking their three Fs into As eeheheheheee! Of course, they needed an experienced mixologist to serve the liquid panty remover in excessive quantities, so I offered up my talents for them pro boner! This con-cock-tion right here is my personal favorite, a mixture of 140 proof vodka, 3 illegal aphrodisiacs, and pumpkin spice. This bad boy makes any girl who drinks it sweat, strip, and start to go to town on herself...and her friends...in 30 minutes or less or the pizza's free! And trust me, not even *I* am sick enough to pay actual money for college campus pizza!"

"Speaking of people paying more of a price for a round sausage treat than they had anticipated, tonight's tale tells of a woman who only really loved one thing about her lover but still tried to make it work out in the end...only for it to bite her in that same end! This is a great example of someone getting everything they want, and everything they deserve! I call this story----The Manless Dick"



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The Manless Dick


If I was paid a quarter for every girl that wanted to live inside my flawless skin, and every guy that wanted to visit between my flawless legs, I would have enough money to start my own media empire. Of course, my current wealth and status are more than sufficient. My name is Sandra Solin, famous across the area as the premier forecaster of weather for this entire area code. Sure I have competitors, but nobody really wants to watch some old, botoxed, poor excuse for a man read a teleprompter and that is all that you are going to find on my rival channels. I am stunning, truly, a vision of perfection at 24 that can outshine any 18-year-old on her best day. For starters, I'm a natural blonde, unlike the scores of dime a dozen dye-job ditzes on every street corner these days. Most of these bimbos can't even do it right without turning their hair a sickly yellow color, like the color of rotten teeth.

My life is fantastic, truly something worthy of the envy I elicit. Money, fame, looks, respect, admiration, all of these things come to me in abundance. The only real black stain on my otherwise wonderful life is my boyfriend Peter. I first got with him when I was an inexperienced 16-year-old girl, and this mistake has trapped me in the most horrific of no-win situations. This loser can't ever be seen in public with me, it would utterly destroy my image. He's soft, weak, never buys me anything, and mostly lets me walk all over him. Now don't get me wrong, I like a man who understands his place, but dammit I still want the man to fight back a little bit. He needs to show some grit, some toughness, some masculinity for crying out loud! His attention is always on video games, superheroes, and memes. Honestly his whole persona puts me to sleep. Also, and I can not stress this enough, he seriously never buys me anything nice.

It's more than just his girliness, his appearance is a disappointment as well. No abs, none, not even after I made him get a gym membership. It didn't even help him put on any mass, so I'm stuck with this skinny nothing that still somehow has a soft tummy. His hair is wispy and sad, boring brown eyes, a girl's jawline, elf ears, and the lamest glasses to ever lame. I've tried so hard to fix everything that is wrong with him, but I've honestly come to the realization that EVERYTHING about this boy is wrong. If the universe had any justice to it, this man would die a virgin and be erased from all record books so that we could forget he was ever here.

Well actually, there is one good thing about him: His cock. This thing is magnificent! I don't know how best to describe it with words, but I will give it a solid attempt. This thing is around 10 inches long, about the width of a Coke bottle, intense ridges, pulsing veins, very slight curve allowing it to hit the best spots without affecting its appearance, just perfection made flesh. Every time I feel the distinct feminine urges that I know oh so well I momentarily forget all of the garbage that is Peter and fall madly in love for the God that is his penis. He has ruined me for all other men, and believe me I have tried! Not one of these affairs that I've lined up could even bring me to a climax anymore, much less actually give me what I crave. I've even tried toys as a way of filling the void, so to speak, but every toy ever made is just a worthless plastic lump of failure that serves to dry my pussy to arid unpleasantness.

So now you see my dilemma. I hate this man. I hate every miserable, worthless, shameful, lame inch of his beta cuck body, all except for those magical 10 inches that have me hooked like a druggie who mixed her meth and crack together and started snorting them both at one time. I feel myself going insane. I can't leave Peter, I can't. Not having access to that dick would end me, my life would lose all meaning. I have tried to go without having sex with him in the past, but by day 5 I was resorting to inserting sewing needles into my thighs just so that the pain distracted me momentarily from my overwhelming urges. Equally, I can't keep dating Peter, every cringe-worthy thing that he says and does, even his ridiculous T-shirts, every ounce of it fills me with shame and regret so extreme that I have begun to hate myself for every soulless compliment I give to the turd. The thought of him one day offering me a proposal of marriage haunts my very soul, it would mean the end of my hopes for escape. I am a woman who commands respect and admiration from those around me, yet clearly I don't have the dignity to tell this abomination what I truly think of him because I'm so afraid of breaking up with his dick.

Why, just the other day was the perfect example! I tell him to fuck me so hard that I won't be able to walk for the rest of the day (a usual order that I give the hapless boy). He fills me and drills me hard, I leak everywhere. It's so good that I'm literally shaking as I come down from the high. Not 10 goddamn seconds later, he opens that mouth and asks me if I want to watch this dumb show on Netflix with him. Like, seriously? This asshole couldn't even give me a whole solid minute to bask in the glow that his cock just filled me with before the rest of his body goes and ruins it all. All he does is take, take, take, depriving me of every ounce of the joy that his majestic member presents me each time.

My dilemma has inspired a...creative solution. My desires will still be fulfilled, just without the headache. I get to keep the parts of Peter that I like, and just...discard the rest. It's the perfect solution to a complex problem.

So one day, well, let's just say that I wound up with Peter strapped down in the bed thinking that he was going to get an extreme session of pleasure. Once he was trapped, I give him 3 Viagra pills against his will. He is confused and angry at being drugged, but the poor fool has no idea of what was coming next. I don't want him to somehow ruin things, which is like his superpower, so I tell him nothing of the upcoming events or even my reasons for them. I am silent and smiling, the first unforced smile that I've given to this man in many months without my holes filled. When the drugs have given him an erection so strong and unyielding that he was actually in pain from it, it was then that I deem it ready for the "procedure". First things first, I grab a pillow and force it over his face. He struggles and flails, but all was in vain. With great satisfaction I feel his wretched breathing finally come to an end. Immediately, so as to not lose what I came here for, I use a knife that was heated by flame to sever the dearly departed's manhood, balls and all just for completion purposes. The heat singes the flesh, stopping it from bleeding or deteriorating in any way. Next up comes the embalming chemicals, and you'd be surprised how easy it is to learn how to do things like this over YouTube.

My masterpiece! I toss the rest of Peter into the trash (where he belongs), and I now have the one part of him that was any good at all here in my hands, perfectly preserved and erect to service my needs forever and ever. There are only two final questions that had to be answered: Will it feel the same and will it satisfy me like it should? And for this, there is only one way to find out. My precious friend, my addiction, I slide it deep inside. I'm shocked by how easily it went in, not even noticing how wet this entire night had made me already just from the anticipation. And without giving too many details away...yes, the satisfaction is there. And my God, Peter's pecker sans Peter never has to stop from the fragile male weakness of but one single orgasm, so I keep going and going until my own anatomy is red with the happy pains of persistent pleasures. This was the best moment of my life, hands down. Alive, Peter could never perform the way that his penis was capable of doing under my control, and without all of the filth attached to it bringing me down the entire experience is absolutely heavenly. Any doubt in my actions melted away in no time, replaced by a truly transcendent bliss. I drift off to a peaceful (and worn out) sleep.

The day begins anew and I head off to work. I smirk as I watch the garbage truck drive off with my refuse, and I gingerly pet the side of my purse while I walk outside as a nice way to show affection to the secret companion that I stored within. You never know when the urges can kick in at work after all, and this way I can zip off to the ladies room and handle them at will. My, just thinking about the numerous advantages to having a portable concealed boyfriend instead of some live human makes me feel all warm inside, free of worry.

My day goes pretty routine, right up until I go live to forecast the weather. The moment the camera is on me I feel something strange, a cold chill on the back of my neck. I ignore it, especially since I am literally describing a cold front moving in after all. Mid-sentence I gasp because I feel something forcing its way between my legs! I throw down my hands to knock it back, but there is nothing to swat. My eyes cannot see a thing, my hands cannot touch a thing, but my pussy can damn-sure FEEL everything as I am being penetrated right then and there even though I'm fully clothed, panties and everything. And it's not just some random object filling me up, I recognize immediately that it's Peter's penis that's inside of me. But how? I stop speaking entirely as I try to figure out what the hell is going on.

The phantom object in my pussy starts moving back and forth, and damn it all if it doesn't feel absolutely amazing. I'm trying to keep my composure since I'm on live goddamn TV right now, but it's starting to get harder and I'm still freaking out because none of this should be possible right now. I cannot feel anything else, no trace of a body, just a repeat of the sensation I experienced last night. Terror fills me, but since I'm also being filled by something else a truly shameful lust overwhelms me as well. Suddenly I hear a whisper in my ear, a faint humming resembling Peter's voice, as it tells me "Hello sweetie"

Horrified I whisper back "...Peter? How? What are you doing?"

Peter ignores my "how" question, but he answers part 2 in explicit detail "I'm going to humiliate you, slut, and make you cum right here and now in front of your boss, your coworkers, the entire town, and thanks to the internet...the entire world."

I yell out for them to cut to commercial, but I can see that they were already trying to do that, or at least cut to the anchor desk. Somehow it wasn't working. Peter was keeping the camera on me, broadcasting to tens of thousands of households live as I started shaking. The feeling between my legs starts hitting it harder, just supernaturally intense and my eyes roll instantly. My voice fades away, I can no longer communicate at this point. I can't run away, Peter's invisible spirit is pinning me in place. How is this possible? He is dead! There's no such thing as ghosts, this is madness!

Peter's gravelly whispered voice speaks up again "You really are a fool, you know. This is all your doing. Without even knowing what you were doing you accidentally performed a ritual used to make powerful relics. You bound my spirit to my own flesh and blood, turned into a relic after my death. You then made love to the fresh relic, trapping my soul between my relic and your body." I panic, thinking about different stories about ancient cultures and holy relics that I've heard over the years working here. I don't want to believe this is real, but my body is very-much not lying to me right now.

Peter continues "Of course, since you did it wrong, you forgot to bind my spirit to your will, meaning that I now have dominion over your body as I see fit. For example, I can command your hands"

Right after he says these words, I feel my hands moving. I fight, trying to regain some control over my body again, but little by little he's overpowering me. My hands go for my jacket, sliding it off of my shoulders. As my hands move to the buttons of my blouse I realize that he's trying to strip me with my own hands in front of everybody! While I'm fighting his control, he starts thrusting harder into me, literally bumping my hips upwards and lifting my toes half an inch off the ground every single second. I lose any ability to really fight back as I feel my own hands discard clothing item after clothing item, blouse and skirt hitting the floor, until my hands make a grab at the back of my bra. I panic, and then grab my wrists with each hand and hold on desperately to preserve my dignity.

I scream "No you don't, you bastard! Go AWAY! I command you, spirit! The power of Christ compels you!"

Peter laughs inside of my head, and his laugh echos off of every wall. "That was a movie. Besides, no God is coming to save a lust-crazed and murderous sociopath like you. I guess you had better hold on tightly unless you want the entire world to see your tits"

My hands jerk violently apart, held outstretched completely for a few seconds before they start moving towards my bra again. I fight and fight and fight, but I feel the back of my bra as it is unhooked. In desperation I try to collapse onto the ground, but my legs refuse to move how I want them to move and this phantom dick is holding my midsection in place. My hands go for the straps, so I ball them into fists to reduce their ability to grab anything. I put all of my effort into just freezing my left hand, which leaves my right hand under Peter's control. I'm out of options, so I lean forward and bite the thumb of my own right hand in an attempt to hold it in place. I have to bite down hard while it tries to escape. It hurts so bad, and then suddenly I lose control of the left again in the chaos! My left hand jerks down my bra strap off of my shoulder! I panic and scream, and wind up losing my right strap next. My bra is barely holding on to my chest at this point, I could lose it just by jumping around!

I scream loudly "SOMEBODY HELP ME!! PLEASE!!" but everyone just watches me, enjoying the show. Every girl who envied me is enjoying my humiliation. Every boy who wanted my body is being gifted a peek of it.

I scream even louder "NO NO NO, PLEASE! I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, PLEASE LET ME TURN AWAY FROM THE CAMERA AT LEAST!! OH MY GOD IT'S SLIPPING, PLEASE LET GO OF ME!!" As soon as I finish begging my right hand jerks forward and throws my bra on the ground, exposing my chest to the entire room and every live camera! My arms fall down to my sides, ignoring my efforts to cover up, letting everybody see my nipples. Worse, letting everybody see how massively erect my nipples are from all of this excitement and spirit penetration! My director literally whistles at me, the bastard.

I'm so mad and humiliated right now that I can't even see straight, and the only thing that snaps me out of it was feeling my hands starting to grab my panties! My hands lock closed on the sides of my panties and I can't make them reopen. They try to pull down while I try to pull up, making me do a mortifying tug of war right in front of everybody. When I wasn't expecting it, Peter's spirit switches directions to up as well and both of us jerk with all of our might! I brutally wedgie myself, front and back, and he's holding my hands up as high as they will go while not letting go. The pain is intense, and so is the humiliation, so I start fighting his control by trying to jerk downwards now. He resists and resists, causing me to pull harder and harder. As I feared, when he stops pulling up he also pulls down, causing my panties to shoot halfway down my hips before my arms run out. Almost everything is showing now. Seriously, the only reason my pussy lips aren't out in the open right now is because my legs aren't bent, and even then it's just barely.

I feel Peter whispering in my ear "I'll bet that I can fuck you so hard that your knees buckle, letting everybody in the world see your goodies"

"OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I scream as suddenly his phantom dick starts RAILING me at full power, shaking my body like an earthquake. It doesn't take long, my knees go out and I lean forward, letting my controlled hands yank down my panties the rest of the way. My pussy is bare and exposed now! My hands drop my panties as they fall to the ground and my feet step out of them without me telling them to. I turn to look at the live feed and you can see my entire naked body from my knees up clear as day standing in front of a map of the state with tomorrow's highs on it. While I'm watching the feed I notice that the camera seems to be moving closer. I look forward and sure enough the camera is moving all on its own in an attempt to get closer to me and closer to the ground. I turn to look at the feed again and I figure out what he's doing: Now I am the center of the image, with the camera on the ground looking up at me. My pussy is on explicit display from this angle, my lips opened wide all on their own, and I can even see myself dripping down my leg from the invisible dick. I even watch as my legs part more and a glob of my juices drops straight down from between me, the humiliating display of lust caught in horrific HD and broadcast to millions.

My right hand moves to my clit and starts rubbing, instantly bringing me way closer to the edge than I wanted to be right then. Oh God, he's going to make me cum on live TV! I know that I can't resist, I am being fucked by the spirit of the greatest cock ever made while my clit is being rubbed at the same exact time. I fight it and try to hold it in, but it's not working. I feel it building up, the fuse of this explosion is lit now and the bomb is ready to go off. My legs part wider slightly, and a new dread fills my mind in the microseconds before I blow...my lips are parted open, but nothing is actually physically in the way. When I go, it's going to be messy and graphically explicit! At the last second I try to shut my legs, the only hope I have, but they fly back open right as I cum and spray forward! It hits so intense that my legs tremble. I would've fallen if not for the invisible penis holding me in place. Oh my God, I hit the camera with my juices! I can never live any of this down, ever. My life as an admired woman is over. It's all over.

Moments later Peter tells me "Oh no, my queen, this isn't over yet. We have one more thing to do for your adoring fans."

My body control is fully gone now, I'm practically just watching myself from the inside as I watch myself go for my purse. Oh no. No, no, no. My body pulls out Peter's rigid embalmed cock from my purse for the whole world to see. A few seconds later I turn my back to the camera and bend over. I bend WAY over with the camera positioned between my legs, giving the world another x-rated view of my body that will be all over the internet in minutes. I then take the dick in my hand and shove it deep into my pussy from behind while seemingly everyone on Earth watches me. I shove it in deep, and the feeling of the real thing is at least twice as pleasurable as the spirit alone was.

Suddenly I regain control of my body right as the manless dick starts moving all by itself in and out of me, penetrating me fast and furiously. I scramble to catch myself and hold on as the intensity of these thrusts is literally supernatural. I brace myself against the green screen wall with my hands as I am pushed closer and closer towards it with every second. The crowd of onlookers cannot believe what they are seeing right now as this dick is fucking me like nothing has ever done before. Unfortunately the force of this is pushing my face up against the wall now, my hands trying to hold it back and protect me.

"PETER STOP!" I scream "You're hurting me!"

Peter's twisted, monstrous voice rings in my ears, the final thing he ever says to me "Remember what you always used to say, Sandra? You want me to fuck you until you can't walk, right? Be careful what you wish for!"

The manless dick intensifies as I scream in horror, feeling it starting to throb and pulse. Oh God, it's going to cum in me. I can feel it. Somehow, someway, it's about to happen. I brace myself as the thrusts hit even faster now. The dick inside of me tenses up for one last second before shooting cum deep inside of my pussy, thrust after thrust after thrust. I feel it filling me up, but then I feel something weird. Actually, it's more like I lose feeling. I fall to the ground as the manless dick slides out of me, withered and drained like a raisen. I look at the puddle oozing from me and realize that this isn't cum. OH MY GOD THIS IS THE EMBALMING FLUID!! I frantically try to get it out of me but it's no use. My legs and groin start to lose feeling and go numb. I'm freaking out now while my coworkers are giving me a standing ovation for the show I just gave them all, and the world.


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Four months after that fateful night, I'm lying in my prison bed, all hope drained out of me. The cops easily figured out that I killed and maimed him, and I didn't bother fighting the charge. I have more important worries now. My legs came back, yes, but I still can't feel anything with my pussy. It's basically lifeless and dead now. Nothing stimulates it in the slightest, not even rubbing the clit. I am starved for my addiction, but I'm terrified that nothing will ever satisfy it again for as long as I live. The worst part...the worst part of all...is that every night, while I lie in my rock-hard bed, I feel the spirit of Peter's cock penetrate me and fuck me. Every single night without fail. The only problem is that I DON'T actually feel it, not one bit, aside from the force of it and my legs being parted against my will. Every night, every single night, my useless boyfriend's ghost gets to use my pussy and get himself off, and every single night I am tortured by not feeling one ounce of the pleasure, the pleasure that I crave with every fiber of my soul. I would kill to feel a dick again, any dick. I've killed before, I could do it again. It would be easy. It wouldn't even have to be Peter's magnificent cock, it could be some virgin's 4-incher. I don't care anymore, I just need to feel something down there. Anything at all. Please...


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"Welcome back, brothers and step-sisters. Strip Seeker here again! It seems like miss Sandra learned the hard way that there's no such thing as a perfect man, no matter how much "fat" you trim off of him. Her viewers, however, felt a very warm front in their pants that night, and many nights afterwards from her brazen sex show, 'weather' or not she wanted anyone to see it eeehehehehehe."

"Myself, I seem to be in a bit of a bind...literally. In my haste to fill these defenseless coeds with aphrodisiacs, I seem to have miscalculated how much rope these girls had just lying around waiting for the only male at the party to drop his guard. Tied to this bed, the ladies are currently drawing straws to form a line to ride me wild like a Carnival Scrambler. Oh dear.... I had better not accidentally cum before each one of them gets a turn. I've seen firsthand what happens when a girl that horny is deprived her filling and drilling. Wish me luck, kiddies! I'm going in...and in and in and in again!"


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[Executionus]

You know I honestly didn't expect this story to flop so badly. Part of me is thinking that my mistake was posting something with "dick" in the title on the girl stripping board.

That being said, I am curious about what people think about mixing actual horror elements into Halloween stories, which is something that I've done a few times before (like with Flesh Eaters) but haven't ever really gotten heavy feedback on in the past. At this point in my writing I'm mostly driven to write stories that are extremely unique and experimental compared to the norms, simply because I've written more basic stories here for over a decade now.

[Nikolai]

I dont think it was a total flop. It was creative and different and I like that, it just got a bit too twisted for my taste probably the chopping and embalming. I didn't really want to say anything because I can tell you put hard work into it, it was extremely well written and interesting just personally to twisted to push my buttons. I'm sure for others it could be different. That being said I love all of your work and your creative mind and there's all kinds of new different things I know you're capable of, I can get not wanting to be repetitive just this one wasnt it for me personally. Great and interesting twisted story but felt slightly uncomfortable the whole time with the murder and haunted dick lol but that being said its a fantasticly written spooky literatotica just maybe not necessarily for the pantsing nude stripping board. (You should post this on literatica or some other sites and see what they may think because they could LOVE it so don't be discouraged.) Maybe if you're struggling to come up with new one offs try to come up with a new series, lord knows this board could use a well written strip war series by an experienced author, Greenview high and amy and ash are fan favorites and if that's to Cliche then maybe something a little more you and unique but that you could spin into a series, let it be different, with horror or sci-fi vibes or anything you want man, you're a great author and have been for awhile and hope you don't take a flop or two as too discouraging or leading to writers block or something because the way these stories work there's always gonna be flops. Best of luck man and hope you enjoyed the feedback and take it in stride. Big fan and cant wait to see more of you. And..just because it may not of hit it off here doesn't mean it isn't a very well written spooky kinky story that could be loved or appreciated somewhere just felt like a little much for this board. Take care

[*Lady Lucia*]

Totally in agreement with Nikolai. Very creative and well written, but not my particular cup of tea when it comes to stripping/sexual stories. But to your point about horror, what better time than Halloween to delve into those elements? The story does happen to be a niche within a niche site, so there will probably be fewer compatible/appreciative readers!

Personally, I love a touch of darkness in a story, as long as it doesn't overshadow the other elements, so to speak. As for horror, I actually tend to stick with more mundane/realistic stories in my ENF writing and reading, even if the situations are stretching how things would play out IRL. But those are just my likes and preferences in response to your question about mixing in horror, and certainly not the way everyone should write/read. If you're bored of writing 'basic' stripping stories, then by all means keep experimenting and see what sticks.

[Executionus]

Thanks for the feedback. I had a feeling that it may have gone too dark for most readers and wanted to double-check it. I'm quite aware that my own personal tastes on spooky things is much more morbid than normal (no joke, this got me in lots of trouble back in high school when teachers kept reporting my journals).

Responding to Nikolai, the crazy part of your suggestion is that I originally planned on concluding the Playville saga with a strip war finale that had been foreshadowed for most of the summer camp arc (and truthfully the entire saga with its boys vs girls overall theme). Unfortunately, at the time my career situation exploded, killing my time, and then no longer living alone made it far more difficult to write such content undetected. I had to stop working on time-consuming big projects and instead started writing short little one-offs that I could put together in a single night when I had the opportunity and motivation. One day I might go back to that project and finally do it now that I'm living alone again, but I can 100% guarantee that it's not going to happen during the upcoming Christmas Season of Doom. My free time becomes nil shortly after Halloween every year.

There is also the chance that I may eventually finish my Easter story that I've been working on, off and on, for like 4 years now without ever getting it done. I've done stories for basically every other major holiday now including July 4th (and actually 2 now for all three fall holidays). Nobody in the history of ever has posted an Easter-themed ENF story before, so I'd like to be the first dude crazy enough to attempt it.

[Nikolai]

I can definitely understand all of that, I've recently had a surge of ideas and I try to jot them down like the rough ideas or details so I dont forget, but with my career and not always having alone time at home at times, I find it hard for a story to get off the ground and off the drawing board. Hopefully we both get around to some of those ideas soon, recently got something actually off the ground so hope to have a part or two of that on here soon. I find that that helps me and I dont know if it would you but like to knock out a intro and a couple parts and then post them before I finish the multiple other chapters, sometimes it peaks peoples interest which helps or I get good feedback and that motivates me to get the next couple parts in and ill find myself jotting down more of the story any extra few mins I get, rather than only sitting down once a day or every couple days to chip away at a long story and posting it all at once. Of course that goes for a series and one offs you kinda want out all at once, its kind of a battle, I feel like it would help if we weren't reduced to refugees like we are at this point on our third board. So many people have gone that often times I find it hard to be motivated to get something on the board. The theoretical playville strip war series sounds super exciting and I hope to see that eventually but definitely no rush, hope you find time to get some more stories out and ill be anticipating exciting stuff from you. Hopefully from myself soon as well. Best of luck

[dublinjohn]

I've posted before that I liked your stories and while I respect the writing in this work, its the dark matter of it that kept me away, I'm not skilled enough at the written word to be tactful in my response so I was waiting for a few others to post so that I could copy the tone from them.


I've seen all sorts on story boards, great ideas badly written, great ideas well written, bad (or not to my taste) ideas well written and worst of all bad ideas badly written, this was a well written idea, just not to my taste.


Guess what, you write for you, write stories you enjoy and don't worry about the feedback, you write well enough that it will always come down to personal taste on the content. Gordon Ramsey could cook me the nicest Salmon in the world, I just don't like Salmon, it wouldn't be a reflection on his cooking, just on my taste's.

[unfair]

Yeh I think the writing is good. But any gore, especially severring of penises...and mine hides away.
You shouldn't feel discouraged in general though.

[Executionus]

Yeah don't worry I'm not discouraged or anything. This was something I wrote mostly because the idea of it amused me so much. I knew I wanted to do a Tales parody last year before I ever put much thought into it. Tales From the Crypt usually centered around twistedly horrible people getting creepy karmic punishments with supernatural aspects. Believe it or not the specific idea of a haunted severed member avenging itself in public was literally the first plot that came to mind. I had a couple more ideas for plots later that were not nearly as interesting and have long been forgotten (considering I was writing this last year). I had the thought that it might be too dark, but I'm the type of person that ignores such thoughts and just does things anyway.

A funny thing to me is that I used to know a girl years ago in school, around when I first started posting online, who was writing erotic snuff stories at like 14. She and I collaborated and ENF elements were added to her style for the effect of a more gradual escalation in the victim's shock and horror. Both snuff and ENF work best when the victim is struggling and pleading for mercy, so there is quite a bit of overlap there. While I don't consider snuff or pain sexy, I did enjoy her works quite a bit. I got used to that kind of stuff before I was even driving. The overlap of snuff and ENF is what inspired me to create the Executionus character (who has never been posted on these boards ironically). Executionus was a Zorro-inspired masked vigilante in a black hood who showed up at his high school and punished wrongdoers with extreme public nude humiliations, often with a Saw-like flair of the victim fighting intensely in vain to preserve their modesty. He was a character I used in high school and was pretty popular with my circle.

I'm not lying when I say that I was the type of guy in high school that scared old people and excited my female peers both with the same intensity and often the same cause. I got started writing erotic stories because the girls who knew I wrote edgy stuff all the time made it abundantly clear how interested they were in such things. One girl I dated had such a strong ENF fetish (which I shared, of course) that I started doing those left and right and eventually posting ones online. Adult me is not as pimptastic, which I should probably fix somehow.

But yeah, history lesson aside, this was an experiment that I wanted to try out. It's not the first time that I had issues going too far in a story. One saga I posted on the ASN board way early on starring my namesake Executionus character actually led to several people chewing me out for being too harsh on the stripped people. I had to abandon that story outright, and I never ended up doing anything more with the character online (I used him with my friends, but never posted any of those). One day I may even revisit Executionus, considering that adult me is far better at writing than virgin youngling me was.