Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2024 18:39:10 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Humiliation Games - Chapter 8

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The Humiliation Games

CHAPTER 8

PART 15


"Well, that's another excellent humiliation by Tharukan, which takes him up
to three for Team Faularry!" Esteban announced as the display faded
out. "What a wonderfully public way to kick off the second half of the
games!"

While Zorren looked indifferent to yet another round going to Tharukan for
his team, Gokothon was visibly seething, though he kept his annoyance to
himself as attention moved across the stage to the opposing team.

"So moving swiftly on to Team Trauxity for round eight, we've had two
humiliations orchestrated by Dave and one for Buth'Taloz. Could this round
finally see Dazallan's talents finally put to use!" Esteban mused aloud.

Dazallan simply smiled and shrugged, seemingly as indifferent to his
selection as Zorren on the opposing team. So far, he seemed to have been
enjoying the show every bot as much as the audience, even without his own
participation in it.

"I believe we're ready to see volunteer number eight, so... bring him on!"
Esteban said, waving an arm to gesture as the screen appeared once more.

The crowd chattered quietly for a moment as they took in the sight of the
man on screen and his bio card.

"It looks like we're off to sunny Reading for the next round," Esteban
joked, "And for the non-Brits in the audience who may be confused by that,
it is indeed pronounced `Redding' even though it's spelled like reading so
if you're reading Reading as reading you're reading it wrong because when
you're reading Reading you should be reading it as redding... got it? And
for saying all of that without messing up, I'm pretty sure I deserve a
raise, right boss?"

The audience laughed at the play on words and glanced to The Terror who
remained as unmoved as ever.

"I'm taking that as a yes. I'm good at reading him..." Esteban added with a
smirk at the continued joke. He let out a hearty sigh at the
still-motionless eldritch being. "Anyway... Roger Harrison from Reading is
a forty-one-year-old advertising executive and a married father of
three. Roger has a wandering eye but thus far remains loyal to his loving
wife, though the worryingly large collection of pornography and spy images
he keeps locked away certainly suggests his loyalty may be on the verge of
breaking!"

Esteban allowed the audience to chatter for a moment once again before he
continued, "While Roger's lusty thoughts occasionally wander to the girls
of sixteen or seventeen, all people involved in any humiliation must be
eighteen or over. And yes, we have indeed got ourselves another straight
one for you, gentlemen. Sadly, they insist on proliferating so we may as
well make use of them! Anyway, Team Trauxity prepare yourselves for your
next humiliation as your time starts now!"

As Team Trauxity began conferring, their opponents speculated as usual on
what might be ahead for this round. Gokothon concentrated for a moment then
let out a wicked laugh. As his teammates gave him a curious look, he
glanced up at the screen and said, "It turns out he's already living out
his worst nightmare without knowing it. Considering how much he loves
spying, he has frequent nightmares about actually getting spied on
himself. If he knew we were watching him, he'd lose his feeble human mind!"

The others laughed at the unintentional nightmare fuel and sat chatting for
a few minutes about how entertaining it would be to reveal the games to
Roger just to mess with his head.

When the timer hit zero, Sebastian took straight to the stage without even
waiting for an introduction from Esteban, clearly eager to bring on his
team's ideas. He introduced Dave first.

"I'm a giving kind of fellow," Dave said with a smile, "So I'd like to give
Roger a gift!" He made a gesture with his hand, spinning it ahead of him as
a small sphere filled with blue smoke appeared in his hand. There was a
gentle gasp from the few who recognised it. "The Orb of Aliakhtifa," Dave
said for those who were unaware. "An ancient magical relic that can grant
the bearer both invisibility and intangibility. Perfect for a voyeur like
Roger!"

The crowd hushed for a moment, curious as to whether the enigmatic demon
would elaborate on the potential drawback or humiliation it might inflict,
but as he gestured to make the orb disappear and returned to his seat it
appeared none was forthcoming.

"Curious," Sebastian chuckled. "Next, we'll hear from Lord Buth'Taloz," he
introduced his next adviser.

"Roger's voyeuristic habits could humiliate him if discovered by almost
anyone in his life – his wife, his children, his colleagues, but simply
being discovered would only provide us with momentary entertainment,"
Buth'Taloz explained, "I propose to have his habits discovered by someone
he hasn't even met yet, someone who will truly humiliate him with it!"

Once again, the demon returned to his throne without providing more detail,
seemingly a strategy agreed by the whole of Team Trauxity to keep their
audience both eager and curious. Sebastian quickly introduced their final
adviser, Dazallan of Cirramir.

"I propose to make it spy versus spy!" Dazallan said with a confident
smile. "Roger may be used to being the one doing the watching, but I
propose to make HIM the target!" he paused as he heard a hearty chuckle
from Gokothon. "Not only will his secret habits be revealed, but he will
also end up the unwilling victim of an even more perverted voyeur!"

"Well, there we have it, your options for round eight gentlemen, it's time
to cast your votes!" Esteban addressed the crowd before summarising,
"You've got Dave's offer of invisibility, Buth'Taloz's voyeuristic
discovery or Dazallan's suggestion to turn things around on Roger and make
him the target! Please cast your votes now!"

*****

VOTING OPTIONS AND RESULTS

1. Give Roger the power of invisibility and intangibility – 71%

2. Have Roger's voyeurism discovered by someone who punishes him for it
– 0%

3. Have Roger become the target of a different voyeur – 21%

*****


PART 16

Roger let out a sigh as he left the locker room. Handy as it was to have a
gym in the building, the constant tease of the women's locker room was
absolutely torturous. He had seen hundreds, thousands, maybe even hundreds
of thousands of pictures and videos secretly taken in locker rooms just
like it all over the world. Women secretly recorded while changing,
showering and dressing.

Roger shook his head, still annoyed he had not built up the nerve to even
start thinking of a plan to see it for himself. He got into the elevator
and worked his way up the floors, letting out a slight grunt every time it
stopped to let someone on or off. The only worthwhile stop had been on the
sixth floor where a particularly attractive young woman, barely older than
his own daughter, had gotten in, remaining right in front of him for the
four floors she was travelling.

Horny and frustrated, Roger virtually threw his gym bag down beside his
desk before taking a seat. As he pulled out his laptop and started it up,
he frowned a little at the small package on the end of his desk. It was a
little early for the mail but he reached out for it anyway. As he opened
it, he found a small wooden box with a metal clasp on it. There was a car
on top with a message.

`Roger, please accept this gift and consider it encouragement to pursue
your wildest dreams. Once you touch the orb inside this box, it will be
yours. You need only turn it over to activate it and turn it back to
return!'

"The fuck?" Roger mumbled, shaking his head. He often got send gifts from
his happier customers, but usually they were a little
less... weird. Curiosity got the better of him and he opened the clasp and
lifted the lid of the box. Inside was a small black orb, almost perfectly
spherical, save for a small flattening on the top and, based on the way it
sat in the box without rolling around, had the same on the bottom.

He almost considered just throwing it out, but the orb seemed to draw him
in. It wasn't just black, it was so black it looked almost like a hole in
space. He rolled his eyes. He had seen the adverts for the `blackest black'
paint. In fact he had assisted on a campaign to advertise a similar (but
legally distinct) product. Perhaps this was from them. As he gave the orb a
gentle poke, a brief flash seemed to come from his finger, sucked into the
orb. The black vanished instantly and it turned crystal clear, revealing
blue swirling mist inside.

"Woah, weird!" Roger said, dropping the box onto the desk. He was on the
verge of closing the lid when he glanced at the card again. `Wildest
dreams'? He was fairly certain anyone who might have sent it had no idea
just how perverted that would be! Turn it over to activate it! That was the
only instruction, but... to activate what? Deliberating for just a moment
longer, he reached out and scooped the orb out of the box and placed it on
his desk where it sat on the slightly flattened underside. "Fuck it!" he
said as he rolled it over and let it settle on the opposite side.

The swirling most inside vanished and it took a moment for Roger to realise
what had happened... he had vanished too. Attempting to look down at his
hands, he realised they were gone. He waved them, and could feel himself
moving them, but there was nothing there. Looking down further in a mild
panic all he could see was the ground, his chair... and his clothes!

"Oh my fucking god!" he gasped at the realisation he was both invisible and
naked!

"Did you say something?" Aiden asked, popping up from behind the partition
that separated their work areas.

Roger froze. He was sitting there stark naked, with a junior co-worker
staring straight at him and... nothing! No reaction at all, except mild
confusion.

"Coulda sworn I heard him," Aiden muttered as he sat back down.

`Okay, he can hear me but he can't see me!' Roger thought to himself, still
freaked out but beginning to think rationally. `Wildest dreams' he
repeated, remembering the card. "Fuck!" he gasped as he caught on.

"Roger?" Aiden repeated, standing up again. "Ugh, seriously, if this is
some kinda prank, someone's getting slapped!" he complained before sitting
back down at the sight of the still-vacant desk.

`I need to get to that locker room!' Roger thought to himself. He could
literally walk in to the women's locker room and see first-hand the
unsuspecting women and they would be none-the-wiser. No sooner had he
thought it, he had started sinking down. He panicked to try and reach out
and grab something, but his invisible hand also seemed to be intangible,
passing right through his desk as the rest of his body sunk through the
floor.

He wasn't falling, so much as just moving down, his body seemingly
responding to his desire to go to the women's locker room. He continued
down, passing through room after room, most empty, some not. The people in
the rooms didn't so much as blink as he passed through. Worried he might
just keep going forever, Roger was quite relieved when he came to a stop on
the floor with the gym.

It made sense that he could control it... well, as much as any of it made
sense. If he was simply doomed to fall forever, he would have started the
moment he vanished. Instead, he had remained `seated' until he decided he
wanted to move. As he attempted to walk, he realised he was simply floating
in the direction he wished to move, his legs flailing pointlessly beneath
him. He continued the movements anyway, if only to shake off the bizarre
weirdness of floating.

Heading straight for his target, Roger floated straight through the door
and... nothing. It was just an empty locker room! He cursed himself for
getting his hopes up. After all, the staff in the building was probably a
mix of 2 men for each woman, and the people he saw in the gym skewed that
ratio even further. His fantasies of crowds of sexy naked women towelling
off and wandering around with no clothes on had been dashed... for now at
least. Just because his workplace's locker room was empty didn't mean he
wouldn't be able to find it elsewhere. Bizarrely, he still found it hot
just to be in there and felt his cock throb. Reaching down to give it a
squeeze, he was alarmed to find his hand didn't feel anything. It seemed
his intangibility even applied to himself, which was... frustrating.

"Fuck it," he grunted and thought about returning to his desk. As much as
he wanted to experiment more, his absence would soon be noticed so he
needed to get back before anyone caught on. As he floated back up through
the floors, he began to worry about his reappearance. He was naked, and it
would be a desperate rush to get his clothes back on once he was visible
and tangible again. He made a mental note to be more careful about where he
activated the orb in future.

As he reached his desk again, he floated up a little higher to get a view
of the wider working area. Thankfully it was never that busy even at the
peak of the day. This early, there was rarely more than one or two people
around. It was annoying that Aiden was working away in the next workspace
over. He was currently the biggest risk, but Roger figured if he was quiet
he could avoid the young co-worker until he was able to make himself decent
again.

`Okay,' he thought to himself, then reached out to turn over the
orb... which passed straight through his hand! Staring in absolute dismay,
he tried again... and again... and again. His hand swiped back and forth
through both the orb and the desk. He couldn't touch it, and if he couldn't
touch it he couldn't deactivate it! "FUCK!" he yelped, trembling.

"Okay, enough!" Aiden declared moodily as he left his own desk and walked
round into Roger's area. "I know you're here, stop screwing around. You're
not gonna make me jump! I swear, if this is for a TikTok you'll be able to
title it `slapped by co-worker for being a twat'."

Roger watched Aiden approach, then pass right through him as he looked
round for him.

"Jesus, Roger. What the hell are you doing?" Aiden asked.

Roger was convinced for a moment Aiden could see him until he realised the
young man was looking at the pile of discarded clothing on and around the
main desk chair. Roger knew he needed help, and getting it now, from Aiden,
while they were still alone felt like the least humiliating option
available, unless he wanted to stay invisible and intangible forever!

"Aiden, don't freak out!" Roger said calmly.

Aiden jumped, let out a slight yelp and then scowled as he looked for the
source of the voice. "Very funny, you got your jump scare, now come out!"

"I AM out!" Roger insisted. "I'm... invisible!"

"Oh, oh, you're invisible. Of course, that explains it. Fair enough," Aiden
said sarcastically.

"Aiden, I'm serious. I'm invisible. This isn't a prank. I need your help!"
Roger said firmly.

"How are you doing that?" Aiden asked, moving around. "It really sounds
like your voice is coming out of nowhere. I swear, if you've bought
yourself a surround sound system when I'm not even allowed to have AirPods
in while I work..."

"Look, you're welcome to not believe me, but I need you to grab that orb on
my desk and roll it over so it's upside down!" Roger instructed.

"Oh, let me guess," Aiden said, shaking his head as he approached the
desk. "I touch that and suddenly you jump out and there's loud noises and I
shriek like a little girl and everybody laughs. REAL original!" He huffed,
shaking his head.

"No!" Roger insisted. "But if that's what you think, then you're prepared
for it so it doesn't matter, does it?" Roger reasoned. "Just... PLEASE
Aiden, I really need your help. I'm stuck like this. I can't change myself
back. Just... roll the fucking orb over!"

"Ugh, fine," Aiden huffed as he reached out and rolled the orb. The inside
immediately became opaque again as the blue mist swirled. "Holy shit!" he
yelped as Roger appeared, fully nude.

Roger was an attractive enough man (for his age) with clothes on, always
smartly dressed, not a hair out of place, nice shirt and tie, expensive
suit, all nicely pressed, over a firm looking physique. As he appeared
naked, he looked all the more impressive, with his broad chest covered in
dark hair, a flat stomach, thick strong legs and a hefty, meaty cock that
was either comfortably above average or on its way to/from an erection.

"Oh thank fuck!" Roger gasped as he lunged for his clothes.

Aiden stared as the older man started pulling on his clothes, then smiled
as he reached for the desk and rolled the orb back over. Roger immediately
disappeared as the clothes he had managed to pull on fell back to the
ground.

"Dammit Aiden, flip it back!" Roger snapped.

"Nuh-uh!" Aiden said, picking up the orb. "Say please!"

Roger let out a low growl. He fought the urge to punch the young man, but
realised he wouldn't feel it anyway and swiped out at him. His hand passed
through, but it still felt cathartic. "Fine. Please!" he said coldly.

"Okay," Aiden said, turning the orb back over. "Looking good," he said as
the naked man reappeared.

"Give me that!" Roger snapped as he lunged for Aiden. He passed through
him. He had obviously turned the orb back just in time to save himself.

"Okay, not sure I like that attitude!" Aiden said, shaking his head as he
walked around, picking up Roger's clothes. "If you want to be visible
again, and to have these back, I'm gonna need to know you're going to
behave!"

"Aiden, I'm not fucking about. Turn me back and give me the fucking orb!"
Roger growled angrily.

Aiden laughed as he shook his head. "That might be threatening if you could
do ANYTHING to me, but you can't!"

"I can fire you!" Roger snapped.

"Wow, using a position of authority over a young co-worker to get what you
want... and I thought you only did that with the girls!" Aiden said with a
headshake. "But you make a good point. You COULD fire me, so let's do
something about that, shall we!"

"What are you doing?" Roger asked as he saw Aiden reaching into the pocket
of the discarded trousers.

Aiden pulled out Roger's phone and unlocked it. As he heard a slight gasp,
he smirked and said, "Yeah, using the same code for literally
everything... total boomer move!"

"I'm actually a millennial!" Roger replied on sheer reflex, then came back
to his senses and demanded, "What are you doing?"

"Giving myself a little protection!" Aiden explained as he pulled out his
own phone too.

Roger watched in dismay as Aiden typed out a conversation back and forth
between them.

Roger: Looking sexy today!

Aiden: Umm... thanks. Not really sure that's appropriate, but ok

Roger: Can't I pay my attractive young co-worker a compliment anymore

Aiden: I'd prefer if you didn't

Roger: What's with the attitude, I know you're into older guys

Aiden: Not married ones that I work for!!!!!

Roger: Hey, what my wife doesn't know won't hurt her. As for being someone
you work for... that just means that if you do a good job, I can give you
rewards

Aiden: I'm good thanks

Roger: But if you do a bad job, there could be repercussions

Aiden: What are you saying????

Roger: I'm saying you should get on the floor, crawl under your desk and
come out under mine and while you're down there... give ma different kind
of `job' ;) ;)

Aiden: And if I say no?

Roger: Then good news, you get the rest of the day off... and every other
day too!

"You fucker!" Roger said furiously.

"Hey, I'm not the one sexually harassing a colleague!" Aiden said with a
smirk. "Now, are you gonna behave and do as you're told, or do we have to
drag this out until there are more people in the office, cos I just KNOW
most of `em would LOVE to see you like this!" He turned the orb back over
for a second to make the naked man reappear before making him vanish once
again.

"Fine. Whadda you want?" Roger demanded.

"Go and stand over by your desk!" Aiden instructed.

"Fine!" Roger replied, but remained close behind the vindictive young man.

"Umm... how stupid do you think I am?" Aiden asked, shaking his head. "Go
over to your desk and then say something so I can hear you're over there!"

Roger huffed and complied, annoyed to have been caught out so
easily. "Okay, I'm here, now what?" he asked unhappily.

"Now I'm going to record you jerking off naked in front of your own desk!"
Aiden said matter-of-factly.

"Come on Aiden, don't do this!" Roger pleaded.

"Hey, the only way I turn you back is if I get video if you doing this, so
your choices are do it now, stay invisible, or keep whinging and end up
doing it anyway, but potentially get caught doing it!" Aiden
explained. "It's getting late and depending how long the queue was at
Starbucks, Denise could be along any time now. So what's it to be?"

"Fine, turn me back!" Roger said, glancing at the clock.

Aiden flipped the orb and Roger reappeared. The anger was now even more
obvious, but he seemed to be complying as his hand was instantly on his
dick.

"Wait, that's my phone!" Roger said as he saw Aiden lift it to start
recording him.

"I know. You'll be sending the video to me as part of your attempted
seduction of me!" Aiden said with a grin as he started recording.

"Why are you doing this?" Roger demanded.

Aiden laughed as he stopped the recording and deleted it. "I feel like you
want an answer more complex but... because it's fun! Now shut up and don't
speak, just wank!" He started the recording again.

Roger's hand pumped away at his dick which had only got semi-hard. The lack
of visual stimulation, the fear of being caught, the smirking young man
watching him, none of it was really conducive to a raging erection for him,
yet he continued pumping away. Thankfully, the act of masturbating itself
was soon enough to chub him the rest of the way up and he had a full
erection in his grasp as he stroked furiously.

Aiden glanced at the clock, silently spurring the man on. It seemed to do
the job as Roger let out a series of gasps and moans as his legs bent a
little and he thrust his hips forward as he launched a modest load onto the
floor. Waiting for the last drops and final strokes, Aiden finally stopped
the recording. He tapped on the screen a few times to send the video on to
himself with the message, [Did this thinking about you, sexy!]

"Okay, you can get dressed," Aiden said with a smile as he moved away from
the pile of clothes, ensuring he kept a safe enough distance from Roger
that he couldn't snatch the orb back. "Now, I'm gonna go put this someplace
safe!" he said, picking up the box to put it in. "You be a good boy for
now, and don't even think about trying to get it back. You'll regret it if
you do!"

Roger silently pulled his clothes back on, furious at the young man for
what he had made him do and fearful of what else may follow. Being watched
had felt horrible, but at least he had managed to get dressed before the
others entered the office for the day.

*****

Roger had been working away quietly all morning. It had been a surprisingly
busy day and somehow, he had actually managed to forget for the odd moment
that he had been turned into a veritable ghost earlier in the day, as well
as being forced to pleasure himself for his co-worker. Yet his mind still
kept coming back to it. Aiden had the power now, the power to turn him
invisible and intangible at any moment. That had to change. He needed to
get the orb back before the vindictive young man inflicted any other
embarrassing tasks upon him.

The text messages and video were... problematic, but if he could get the
orb back he would worry about that later. For now, Roger just awaited for
an opportunity to act.

As lunchtime rolled around, the two young men Aiden usually went for lunch
with, who worked on the floor above, both came down as usual and the three
of them headed out. Roger made sure he was out of the way at the time. He
figured out of sight was out of mind... a saying that seemed especially
poignant today! Once Aiden was gone, Roger rushed round into his workspace
and started searching.

Desperately rummaging through the small drawers and storage space the young
worker had didn't take long and Roger had no luck finding the inexplicable
trinket. He continued searching around every inch of the place, feeling his
desperation growing. Finally, he got lucky and spotted the small box. Aiden
had taped it to the underside of his desk, right at the back behind the
drawers. Roger reached out and tore it off, breathing a heavy sigh of
relief.

As he opened the box, he was disappointed to find the orb wasn't
there. Instead was a small note that said, `Do you really think I'd leave
it in the office? You're in trouble now!'

"Fuck!" Roger grunted before quickly attempting to return the box to its
hiding place. Confident he had it back where he had found it, he
straightened everything else up and backed out of the workspace before
returning to his own. He didn't even both getting any lunch, he was too
nervous to eat, all he could do was sit and wait and hope he hadn't been
caught.

As Aiden's lunch hour ended, he returned just on time and headed back to
his space. He stopped near Roger and smiled at him as he said, "Hi Roger,
having a good afternoon so far?"

Roger just stared, wide-eyed as he nodded back.

"Lovely," Aiden smiled as he walked on.

Roger felt like he couldn't breathe as he waited, expecting an eruption as
Aiden caught him out, but nothing came. It looked like he had gotten away
with it. Admittedly it meant he was still under the wicked young man's
control, but at least he hadn't made things worse for himself.

The afternoon felt torturous, but Roger continued to keep himself busy,
mentally preparing himself for what would be next, but nothing ever
came. In fact, as it hit five o'clock, Aiden got up to leave and called
out, "Night everyone!" as he passed by Roger.

"Wait!" Roger called out as he grabbed his bag, hurrying after Aiden. He
caught up to him at the lifts.

"What's up?" Aiden asked with an innocent.

"What... what do you THINK'S up?" Roger asked, his temper frayed by a day
on edge.

"Oh, the orb," Aiden said, nodding as he got into the lift. He pressed the
button for the floor above and said, "Sorry, going up to meet my mates,
hope you don't mind a little detour!"

"Aiden!" Roger growled impatiently.

"Right, yes, the orb," Aiden nodded again. "Yeah, you can have it back. The
box is taped underneath my desk behind the drawers!"

"Yeah, but the orb's not..." Roger started unhappily, but froze, staring in
horror at the realisation of what he had said.

Aiden grinned. "Don't worry, I already knew you'd moved it!" he said,
shaking his head as the elevator doors opened.

"I... I'm sorry..." Roger stuttered.

"No need to apologise," Aiden said as he reached into his pocket. "You're
getting punished whether you're sorry or not!" In a single smooth motion,
he flipped the orb, then reached out to grab Roger's falling clothing and
bag and snatched it away as he stepped back out of the lift. "See you
tomorrow, boss!" he said as he flipped the orb back, just in time to watch
the door closed on a horrified and naked Roger. "Going down!" Aiden
sniggered to himself as he walked away.


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The Kingswood Saga

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Tales from Kingswood (Book 1)– https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/

Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/

The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-eight/

A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/a-very-kingswood-easter/

The Kingswood Effect (Book 3) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-effect/



The Benny Saga (in reading order)

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Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/

The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/

Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/



Other Series

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Possession – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/

Jack Hamilton – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/

Phil's Naked Adventures – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/



One-shots

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The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction

Jake's Exposure – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure

Becoming an Internet Master – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master

Brian's Big Mistake – http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake

And Then It Got Worse – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse

Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity

There's a Naked Alfie in the Garden - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/theres-a-naked-alfie-in-the-garden