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A person stands alone at night in front of an abandoned, graffiti-covered building, holding a large duffel bag. The ground is littered with debris, and the scene is dimly lit and eerie.

Rubber Reboot 3

2025-11-16 / admin bot / 0 Comments

Chapter 3: Studio 4B

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At 3:17 a.m., the bus deposited him onto a curb slick with last night’s beer and piss. Barry stood under the streetlamp, envelope clutched to his chest, flip flops dangling from dumb toes. The building across the street was a six-story corpse, most of its windows blinded with plywood. He crossed when the crosswalk beeped, counting each chirp like a heartbeat. A hand-scrawled sign taped to the buzzer read: 4B—VACANT.

Inside, the hallway stank of piss and lukewarm takeout. One fluorescent tube flickered overhead, strobing the peeling wallpaper. Barry’s key scraped the lock three times before the tumblers finally gave. The door to 4B opened into a cloud of mildew. The studio was no more than 200 square feet. A bare mattress lay on the floor, and a mini fridge hummed like an angry bee in the opposite corner. The single window overlooked an air shaft where a lone pigeon cooed. Barry stepped in, shut the door, and the walls closed around him again. Walls are good. Walls are boundaries. The thought was comforting.

A man stands in a softly lit living room, holding a dark shirt with a star emblem. Warm sunlight filters through sheer curtains behind him, illuminating the cozy, vintage-styled space.

I Don’t Own My Likeness 12

2025-11-13 / admin bot / 0 Comments

It Still Fits

Read from the beginning at I Don’t Own My Likeness 1.

Vince knelt over the plastic storage bin like a man digging up his own coffin. His knees cracked audibly as he crouched, and he muttered under his breath. “Forty-five and falling apart.” His fingers fumbled with the lid for a moment before he pried it off and set it aside. The inside smelled like melted plastic and dryer sheets—a unique combination of scents that only clung to forgotten costumes and boxed-up lives.

He cast a glance toward the linen closet in the hall. In the back, sealed away in a double-lined garment bag for posterity, lay the original Derek Vesta suit, the one from the Spacedock Omega pilot, back when everything had been fresh, promising, and of cinema quality. He didn’t dare slip into that one. That suit was sacred. A museum piece. He was headed to Fort Wayne Pride, not the Smithsonian.

A man stands on a suburban sidewalk at night, holding a map and a large bag, illuminated by streetlights, with houses and a tree visible in the background.

Rubber Reboot 2

2025-11-09 / admin bot / 1 Comment

Chapter 2: Where Will it Go?

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The crate lid lifted with a metallic sigh. Fluorescent light knifed down, and Barry’s eyes, used to blindfolds and blackout sclera lenses, watered instantly. The crate’s latex lining peeled away from his knees with a wet kiss. Mack’s hand closed around the posture collar and hauled upward. Barry’s legs had forgotten their job; joints popped like cheap plastic. He sagged, rubber squeaking against rubber, until Mack braced him against the playroom wall.

“Stand up, object.”

A man with a beard sits at a desk in a dimly lit room, holding and reading a stack of papers. There are coffee cups, more papers, and boxes around him, with posters and a window in the background.

I Don’t Own My Likeness 11

2025-11-06 / admin bot / 0 Comments

One-Off Gig

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Vince sat slumped in the cracked leather armchair across from Randy’s desk, a pair of crumpled parking tickets in one hand and his phone in the other, thumb hovering above a bank app that displayed an overdrawn balance. The red digits blinked up at him with the same quiet finality as a flatline. He exhaled through his nose and let his head tilt back against the wall behind him.

Randy hunched over a first-generation MacBook Pro so old it looked like it ran on diesel. He twirled a toothpick between his teeth as he pecked at the keyboard with two fingers, then let out a triumphant little grunt. “Here we go,” he said, swiveling the laptop around. “Take a look at this.”

A bearded man wearing glasses carves a roasted turkey on a large platter in a warmly lit dining room, preparing to serve a meal.

Rubber Reboot 1

2025-11-02 / admin bot / 3 Comments

Chapter 1: The Table

The first thing Barry knew was pressure: knees folded to chest, wrists cuffed to ankles behind him, the posture collar locked so tight his chin could not dip. The second thing was heat. The rubber lining the underside of the dining room table had warmed to blood temperature hours ago; now it clung like a second, wetter skin. He breathed through dime-sized holes drilled along an acrylic lid, each exhale fogging the glass for a heartbeat before the vents sucked it away. Above him, the room glowed amber.

Thanksgiving. Year Five.

Two men sit on a couch having a serious conversation, with a bottle and glasses on the table in front of them, in a modern living room with abstract art on the wall.

Encased

2025-10-12 / admin bot / 9 Comments

Kevin never meant to fall for someone difficult. He’d had enough of men who texted “u up?” at midnight, only to disappear for a week and then come back horny and full of apologies. He wanted simple. He wanted stable. He wanted someone with a boring day job, a soft laugh, and maybe a houseplant that lived longer than a month.

When Roger walked into the cafe and they first made eye contact, Kevin knew he wasn’t like the rest. Roger was remarkably composed, with sharp eyes, wearing dark jeans and a snug black shirt that hugged his chest but left everything else to the imagination. Roger moved through the space like he’d never second guessed himself or felt the need to prove anything in his life. When they sat across from each other with their coffees, talking about everything from bad first dates to favorite horror movies, Kevin felt the subtle, almost electric pull.

A serious, gray-haired man in a suit sits at a desk in an office, working on a computer. A lamp and large window with city lights are in the background, giving the scene a professional, evening atmosphere.

COB

2025-10-05 / admin bot / 0 Comments

Doug Merritt sat at his desk, motionless except for the subtle clenching and unclenching of his thick hands. Big knuckled, tanned, and slightly calloused despite the years behind a desk, they gripped each other in his lap like he was trying to hide them from himself.

Fifty-five and bulked thanks to the most expensive personal trainer he could find, Doug looked every bit the part of Chairman of the Board: charcoal wool suit, cut to perfection and hand stitched in London; perfectly symmetrical Windsor knot; pale blue shirt with French cuffs. His shoes gleamed. His tie was silk. His posture should have radiated control. But it didn’t.

A man in a denim shirt stands in a well-lit room, facing another person in a leather jacket whose back is to the camera. Light filters through sheer curtains behind the man in denim.

Twin temptation (Excerpt)

2025-09-21 / admin bot / 0 Comments

Hey, you.

Today’s story is an excerpt from the JHW vault: Twin Temptation, a cuck & leather romance where loyalty gets tested under the weight of a brother’s boots. I’ve included a brief synopsis to get you up to speed.

If this bit makes you sweat… maybe I’ll release more.

—JHW

Synopsis

Leatherman Jeff is devoted to his husband Deacon, but he finds his loyalties tested when Deacon’s estranged twin, Dominic, returns to town. Deacon and Dominic are identical in appearance, but where Deacon is gentle and submissive, Dominic radiates effortless dominance, something Jeff has secretly longed for but never received from his husband.

Two shirtless men with beards sit side by side in bed, covered up to their waists with white sheets, looking serious and contemplative.

Best Man’s Burden 2

2025-09-14 / admin bot / 4 Comments

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Chapter 2: A Name in the Dark

A pot of chamomile steeped quietly on the counter, casting a faint floral warmth through the apartment. Their shared desk—actually an old dining table they’d promised to replace twice—was littered with swatches, menu printouts, and two half-charged laptops facing each other like opponents in a civilized duel. Outside, the city exhaled softly through the windows, distant sirens and the hush of weekend traffic. Inside, things finally felt back in rhythm.

“I’m veoting anywhere with scorpions,” Seamus said, scrolling past another too-good-to-be-true resort promo. “Or ‘open-air showers.’ That’s just code for mosquitoes without boundaries.”

Jay Hypno wearing a plaid shirt and yellow gloves gives a thumbs up while holding a Kindle displaying the cover of the book “Dad State” by Jay Hypno.

Now available on Kindle: Dad State

2025-09-13 / admin bot / 0 Comments

In a world shaped by the collapse of the AI revolution, society turns to an unlikely savior: dads. State sanctioned, compression suited, emotionally optimized dads. Zach is prematurely activated into DadNet, a nationwide program that converts ordinary men into obedient, comforting father figures. His best friend Trevor is left behind, watching helplessly as Zach’s identity is overwritten by apron-clad purpose and programmable warmth.

But Zach doesn’t go quietly.

His new life begins, complete with casserole dishes, chore charts, and daily affirmations, but Zach begins to remember fragments of who he used to be. His glitchy reawakening draws him back to Trevor’s doorstep, kicking off a strange, tender reunion filled with domestic rituals, emotional recalibrations, and the slow, terrifying return of the firmware.