💊 Manosphere Holden & thonis 5eva

[Sanae Kochiya]

I am the best man here.

You're gonna be the best man at the wedding? All we need now is @Connor Bible as the flower girl and it'll be perfect.

 

[Frank Rizzo]

You're gonna be the best man at the wedding? All we need now is @Connor Bible as the flower girl and it'll be perfect.

I think Dove would make a better flower girl.

 

[Duke Nukem]

I don't have much for fan art, but this popped up in my head when I saw this thread:

 

[Sanae Kochiya]

b) slashfic (R rated only please)

I apologize in advance as I do not follow Holden all that much so I'm kinda just making this shit up as I go along.

Spoiler: I also don't write porn at all so... yeah. Also NSFW

A young man slowly peeks out from the underbrush. His hair is disheveled, his clothes ragged, his face littered with an innumerable amount of cuts and bruises. His hazel eyes, his eyes still retaining a faint glimmer of hope, drifted to the skies above. The velvet nocturnal curtain greeted him with an innumerable amount of twinkling lights, the imposing full moon at its apex in the heavens. It is just barely past midnight. The Kiwis have already resigned themselves to slumber.

Quiet, tentative footsteps marked his gait as he crept past the road. He spied his destination before him, an abandoned house, its disrepair evident through even the most cursory of glances. Rotten, decaying boards hung loosely from rusted nails, while windows lay broken, cobwebs spun amongst the dusty and ruined glass. The young man slowed as he approached the two steps leading up the porch. One, two, only the most miniscule of creaks coming from beneath his heel. Even the most observant of owls nesting in the trees above would have missed him as he quickly slid through the ramshackle door.

Inside, it is dusty, dark, decrepit. A heavy mist of soot and dirt permeates the air, and the young man almost gags as he takes his first breath within the confines of the household. A quiet, hearty laugh echoes through the abandoned house. He looks up, his eyes locking with his. A steely gaze cuts through him, a gaze the veteran of many grave, horrendous battles.

"Thonis," the enigmatic man said, jumping down from the small alcove he lurked on. "Praise Eros, you made it."

"Barely," Thonis replied, a quiet laugh following his tired words. "Their patrols are becoming more frequent. It won't be long until they find this outpost here, Marjan."

"Outpost?" Marjan spat, a bitterness about him. "Once this was a place of many, rows of loyal bitches that tended to our very whim. Once this was home." His eyes drifted to the door, narrowing. "Mrz, he is?"

"... Dead."

"By who?"

"CatParty."

The very name chilled the fatigued bones of the young Thonis. CatParty, the ruthless enforcer of the Kiwi Farms. Many of the SlutHaters spoke of the pink feline in hushed whispers. Once just a normal Kiwi, the tales of how he was almost mortally wounded in a skirmish between the once proud SlutHate Empire and the fledgling Farms were only the prologue in a tale of the epic downfall of SlutHate. They say that the last thing many of their number hear is the prancing of his four paws, his claws scaring the Earth they walk upon. They say the last thing many of their number see is his eyepatch, the remnant of that one fateful day, and the cold, unblinking eye that remained to hunt those of their order. He was a thug, a brute, a monster.

"Now what?" Thonis asked, collapsing into a creaky chair behind him.

"We go east. We must recuperate. The degenerate West has almost solidified their power in this region. To stay here is suicide."

"But there are still so many here-"

"And we will accomplish nothing if we stay and die here!" Marjan yelled, a fierceness overtaking him. "... Elliot wouldn't want us to die like that. Grasping at straws while the Kiwis gun us down. We cannot let his death be in vain."

Thonis rose from his chair, slowly approaching Marjan. A warm smile crept over his face as he placed a hand on his shoulder, wiping a tear from Marjan's face. "We won't. We have you. We can rebuild. We can retake the west and reeducate the world. As long as we have you, there is still something left to fight for."

"You give me too much credit, Thonis," Marjan muttered under his breath, looking up to meet Thonis's eyes. "You were his protege. His pupil. If anyone were to take up his mantle, to bring back SlutHate to its rightful glory, to make the world normal again... it would be you."

"But I-"

Marjan put a finger to Thonis's lips, a mirrored smile on his grizzled, worn face. "Don't just believe in me. Don't just believe in yourself. If anything, believe in the me that believes in you."

"... Marjan."

"You are stronger than them. Stronger than all of them. ... Maybe even stronger than me. You make me proud to call you a comrade. A friend."

Thonis's eyes stung, tears welling underneath the weary eyelids. One moment, his gaze was fixated on the man that had sheltered him through thick and a thin, a close friend if not a brother, and yet in a moment, he found his face pressed against his, his lips in a passionate kiss with Marjan's. His body lit up like a flame as he felt his tongue connect with Marjan's, a sensual desire he hadn't gotten from any woman that he had dug his long member into. They were but sluts before him, a means to an end, something that quivered and cried beneath him as he satisfied himself upon their fragile forms, but this...

Heavenly would be an understatement. The gods themselves could not provide greater pleasure than what he felt at that very moment, as Marjan returned the passion that filled him at that moment.

He didn't notice his shirt come off.

He didn't notice his pants fall to the ground.

He didn't notice as he suddenly found himself bent over, his naked, sweaty body shivering as though he was one of those pitiful little lifeforms that he once deposited his cock into.

He yelped, just a little, as he felt it slowly brush between the cheeks of his sculpted ass. Marjan's penis, longer than the full arm of a man, and yet harder than the diamonds that the slutty women treasured on their fingers. He yelped, he winced, yet he could not deny the pleasure every synapse fired in ecstatic glory as Marjan forced his penis through his cheeks, directly into his asshole. Drool flowed from the corners of Thonis's mouth as he thrust once. Twice. Thrice. Endlessly.

Seconds blended into minutes. Minutes into hours. Every moment an eternity as Marjan plowed directly into him, a stream of hot and sensual sperm firing from his erect cock like a shotgun, filling Thonis. His primal desires overwhelmed his conscious action, and he found himself but an observer, his body moving instinctively to maximize the pleasure coming before him. He grinned and laughed as Marjan's cock exploded with his delectable juices, coating his naked body in a sea of flaky white. He groaned and shook as every neuron fired with delight as he felt Marjan's mouth fall around his own penis, his tongue delicately moving around each inch of the long, erect cock before coming to rest at the very tip, his mouth sensually sucking on his dick again and again and again until it fired off its payload. Soon, even these moments began to blur in his eyes, Thonis only feeling the sensual pleasure that bombarded him over and over as the night carried on.

He blinked again, finding himself collapsed on the floor, the sticky, heated sperm from Marjan's beauteous cock still farming his naked body like a fireplace. He turned his head, seeing Marjan looking back at him. The two shared a hearty laugh, widened grins and sparkling eyes shared between them.

"This was... amazing."

"It is but only a taste of what we deserve, Thonis."

Marjan was the first to stand up, his hand outstretched to Thonis.

"Let this passion fuel your rage, my friend. This is love, but we must go at the Kiwis with all of the hate we can coalesce in our love."

"Yes..." Thonis said, a steely resolve encompassing them. "They laugh at us. They mock us. They scorn us."

"They will be the first to occupy our new pens. Each and everyone of those bitches. Why should it be only us that share this desire, when we can spread it among all of them?"

Thonis's mind flared to many of the female Kiwis that had mocked and ridiculed him so. Their derisive laughs, their mocking grins, their condescending stares. He enjoyed... no... he relished the idea of them in chains, their petite, naked bodies kneeling before them. The mere thought of silencing their annoying laughter with his... with their cocks until they were nothing but frightened, little muffled squeals... he almost hadn't noticed he came yet again at the thought.

He looked back at Marjan, and took his hand. "Let us go and reclaim what is rightfully ours."

Oh for the love of Azir did I really just write this?

 

[Rin]

I apologize in advance as I do not follow Holden all that much so I'm kinda just making this shit up as I go along.

Spoiler: I also don't write porn at all so... yeah. Also NSFW

A young man slowly peeks out from the underbrush. His hair is disheveled, his clothes ragged, his face littered with an innumerable amount of cuts and bruises. His hazel eyes, his eyes still retaining a faint glimmer of hope, drifted to the skies above. The velvet nocturnal curtain greeted him with an innumerable amount of twinkling lights, the imposing full moon at its apex in the heavens. It is just barely past midnight. The Kiwis have already resigned themselves to slumber.

Quiet, tentative footsteps marked his gait as he crept past the road. He spied his destination before him, an abandoned house, its disrepair evident through even the most cursory of glances. Rotten, decaying boards hung loosely from rusted nails, while windows lay broken, cobwebs spun amongst the dusty and ruined glass. The young man slowed as he approached the two steps leading up the porch. One, two, only the most miniscule of creaks coming from beneath his heel. Even the most observant of owls nesting in the trees above would have missed him as he quickly slid through the ramshackle door.

Inside, it is dusty, dark, decrepit. A heavy mist of soot and dirt permeates the air, and the young man almost gags as he takes his first breath within the confines of the household. A quiet, hearty laugh echoes through the abandoned house. He looks up, his eyes locking with his. A steely gaze cuts through him, a gaze the veteran of many grave, horrendous battles.

"Thonis," the enigmatic man said, jumping down from the small alcove he lurked on. "Praise Eros, you made it."

"Barely," Thonis replied, a quiet laugh following his tired words. "Their patrols are becoming more frequent. It won't be long until they find this outpost here, Marjan."

"Outpost?" Marjan spat, a bitterness about him. "Once this was a place of many, rows of loyal bitches that tended to our very whim. Once this was home." His eyes drifted to the door, narrowing. "Mrz, he is?"

"... Dead."

"By who?"

"CatParty."

The very name chilled the fatigued bones of the young Thonis. CatParty, the ruthless enforcer of the Kiwi Farms. Many of the SlutHaters spoke of the pink feline in hushed whispers. Once just a normal Kiwi, the tales of how he was almost mortally wounded in a skirmish between the once proud SlutHate Empire and the fledgling Farms were only the prologue in a tale of the epic downfall of SlutHate. They say that the last thing many of their number hear is the prancing of his four paws, his claws scaring the Earth they walk upon. They say the last thing many of their number see is his eyepatch, the remnant of that one fateful day, and the cold, unblinking eye that remained to hunt those of their order. He was a thug, a brute, a monster.

"Now what?" Thonis asked, collapsing into a creaky chair behind him.

"We go east. We must recuperate. The degenerate West has almost solidified their power in this region. To stay here is suicide."

"But there are still so many here-"

"And we will accomplish nothing if we stay and die here!" Marjan yelled, a fierceness overtaking him. "... Elliot wouldn't want us to die like that. Grasping at straws while the Kiwis gun us down. We cannot let his death be in vain."

Thonis rose from his chair, slowly approaching Marjan. A warm smile crept over his face as he placed a hand on his shoulder, wiping a tear from Marjan's face. "We won't. We have you. We can rebuild. We can retake the west and reeducate the world. As long as we have you, there is still something left to fight for."

"You give me too much credit, Thonis," Marjan muttered under his breath, looking up to meet Thonis's eyes. "You were his protege. His pupil. If anyone were to take up his mantle, to bring back SlutHate to its rightful glory, to make the world normal again... it would be you."

"But I-"

Marjan put a finger to Thonis's lips, a mirrored smile on his grizzled, worn face. "Don't just believe in me. Don't just believe in yourself. If anything, believe in the me that believes in you."

"... Marjan."

"You are stronger than them. Stronger than all of them. ... Maybe even stronger than me. You make me proud to call you a comrade. A friend."

Thonis's eyes stung, tears welling underneath the weary eyelids. One moment, his gaze was fixated on the man that had sheltered him through thick and a thin, a close friend if not a brother, and yet in a moment, he found his face pressed against his, his lips in a passionate kiss with Marjan's. His body lit up like a flame as he felt his tongue connect with Marjan's, a sensual desire he hadn't gotten from any woman that he had dug his long member into. They were but sluts before him, a means to an end, something that quivered and cried beneath him as he satisfied himself upon their fragile forms, but this...

Heavenly would be an understatement. The gods themselves could not provide greater pleasure than what he felt at that very moment, as Marjan returned the passion that filled him at that moment.

He didn't notice his shirt come off.

He didn't notice his pants fall to the ground.

He didn't notice as he suddenly found himself bent over, his naked, sweaty body shivering as though he was one of those pitiful little lifeforms that he once deposited his cock into.

He yelped, just a little, as he felt it slowly brush between the cheeks of his sculpted ass. Marjan's penis, longer than the full arm of a man, and yet harder than the diamonds that the slutty women treasured on their fingers. He yelped, he winced, yet he could not deny the pleasure every synapse fired in ecstatic glory as Marjan forced his penis through his cheeks, directly into his asshole. Drool flowed from the corners of Thonis's mouth as he thrust once. Twice. Thrice. Endlessly.

Seconds blended into minutes. Minutes into hours. Every moment an eternity as Marjan plowed directly into him, a stream of hot and sensual sperm firing from his erect cock like a shotgun, filling Thonis. His primal desires overwhelmed his conscious action, and he found himself but an observer, his body moving instinctively to maximize the pleasure coming before him. He grinned and laughed as Marjan's cock exploded with his delectable juices, coating his naked body in a sea of flaky white. He groaned and shook as every neuron fired with delight as he felt Marjan's mouth fall around his own penis, his tongue delicately moving around each inch of the long, erect cock before coming to rest at the very tip, his mouth sensually sucking on his dick again and again and again until it fired off its payload. Soon, even these moments began to blur in his eyes, Thonis only feeling the sensual pleasure that bombarded him over and over as the night carried on.

He blinked again, finding himself collapsed on the floor, the sticky, heated sperm from Marjan's beauteous cock still farming his naked body like a fireplace. He turned his head, seeing Marjan looking back at him. The two shared a hearty laugh, widened grins and sparkling eyes shared between them.

"This was... amazing."

"It is but only a taste of what we deserve, Thonis."

Marjan was the first to stand up, his hand outstretched to Thonis.

"Let this passion fuel your rage, my friend. This is love, but we must go at the Kiwis with all of the hate we can coalesce in our love."

"Yes..." Thonis said, a steely resolve encompassing them. "They laugh at us. They mock us. They scorn us."

"They will be the first to occupy our new pens. Each and everyone of those bitches. Why should it be only us that share this desire, when we can spread it among all of them?"

Thonis's mind flared to many of the female Kiwis that had mocked and ridiculed him so. Their derisive laughs, their mocking grins, their condescending stares. He enjoyed... no... he relished the idea of them in chains, their petite, naked bodies kneeling before them. The mere thought of silencing their annoying laughter with his... with their cocks until they were nothing but frightened, little muffled squeals... he almost hadn't noticed he came yet again at the thought.

He looked back at Marjan, and took his hand. "Let us go and reclaim what is rightfully ours."

Oh for the love of Azir did I really just write this?

8/10, needs more references to rape apes. You did a disturbingly good job of portraying Thonis's mindset though. Like, from my perspective as a writer, it was incredibly well written. From my perspective as a lady Kiwi, though...

I regret that I can only rate it Winner once.

 

[HickoryDickory]

All I can imagine is Marijan like a spermy vampire or something in that scene... But, no TJ?

Thanks for the laughs, @ThunderCavalier! Gosh, my cheeks hurt from grinning so much, and my sides...

 

[Sanae Kochiya]

8/10, needs more references to rape apes. You did a disturbingly good job of portraying Thonis's mindset though. Like, from my perspective as a writer, it was incredibly well written. From my perspective as a lady Kiwi, though...

I regret that I can only rate it Winner once.

Didn't know where to throw a rape ape reference, sorries. As for the whole perspective thing, I have a soft spot for apocalypses and oppression (Fallout 3 and New Vegas have taken about 1000 hours of my life and I'll gladly do it again), so whenever I'm trying to think of some sort of setting, that's my "vanilla" thing. The idea of carrying on an ideal or the will of a person to shape the world is something I kinda like.

... Unfortunately, it occurs to me how... disturbing some of the stuff I portrayed can be in hindsight.

But, no TJ?

There is no fucking way I can make those teeth sexy.

 

[HickoryDickory]

Didn't know where to throw a rape ape reference, sorries. As for the whole perspective thing, I have a soft spot for apocalypses and oppression (Fallout 3 and New Vegas have taken about 1000 hours of my life and I'll gladly do it again), so whenever I'm trying to think of some sort of setting, that's my "vanilla" thing. The idea of carrying on an ideal or the will of a person to shape the world is something I kinda like.

... Unfortunately, it occurs to me how... disturbing some of the stuff I portrayed can be in hindsight.


There is no fucking way I can make those teeth sexy.

Well, will you be doing a part 2? I must know how they make it to the East!

 

[Sanae Kochiya]

Well, will you be doing a part 2? I must know how they make it to the East!

Of course! It'll be a thrilling epic where they violently murder CatParty, have hatesex over his corpse, and destroy the Kiwi Farms and rope all of the defeated Kiwis into a dungeon where they are hatefucked for an eternity.

No because I don't think I can keep a straight face writing that.

 

[Rin]

Of course! It'll be a thrilling epic where they violently murder CatParty, have hatesex over his corpse, and destroy the Kiwi Farms and rope all of the defeated Kiwis into a dungeon where they are hatefucked for an eternity.

No because I don't think I can keep a straight face writing that.

I don't know, I'd make it a tragic romance, where Marjan sacrifices himself to save Thonis, only for Thonis to go out in a blaze of glorious rage.

The idea of carrying on an ideal or the will of a person to shape the world is something I kinda like.

Oh god, I'm saving this quote for when you get through Fate/Stay Night.

 

[HickoryDickory]

I don't know, I'd make it a tragic romance, where Marjan sacrifices himself to save Thonis, only for Thonis to go out in a blaze of glorious rage.

Oh god, I'm saving this quote for when you get through Fate/Stay Night.

Thonis could just jump off of the cliff he films his soliloquies on.

 

[Baryon Jones]

Wait, thonis and holden are finally going to give in to what we already know and hook up? Well, time to break out the rakija and play some Goran Bregovic and yell 'OPA' a lot...

 

[CatParty]

Wait, thonis and holden are finally going to give in to what we already know and hook up? Well, time to break out the rakija and play some Goran Bregovic and yell 'OPA' a lot...

@ThonisSH has mentioned he is in a hotel at the moment. i'm guessing it's one of the many fine 4 star hotels in zagreb whilst he consummates his love with @Marjan Šiklić

 

[Baryon Jones]

@ThonisSH has mentioned he is in a hotel at the moment. i'm guessing it's one of the many fine 4 star hotels in zagreb whilst he consummates his love with @Marjan Šiklić

I'm just waiting for the wedding. Yugoslav weddings are legit off the hook.

 

[Fareal]

I apologize in advance as I do not follow Holden all that much so I'm kinda just making this shit up as I go along.

Spoiler: I also don't write porn at all so... yeah. Also NSFW

A young man slowly peeks out from the underbrush. His hair is disheveled, his clothes ragged, his face littered with an innumerable amount of cuts and bruises. His hazel eyes, his eyes still retaining a faint glimmer of hope, drifted to the skies above. The velvet nocturnal curtain greeted him with an innumerable amount of twinkling lights, the imposing full moon at its apex in the heavens. It is just barely past midnight. The Kiwis have already resigned themselves to slumber.

Quiet, tentative footsteps marked his gait as he crept past the road. He spied his destination before him, an abandoned house, its disrepair evident through even the most cursory of glances. Rotten, decaying boards hung loosely from rusted nails, while windows lay broken, cobwebs spun amongst the dusty and ruined glass. The young man slowed as he approached the two steps leading up the porch. One, two, only the most miniscule of creaks coming from beneath his heel. Even the most observant of owls nesting in the trees above would have missed him as he quickly slid through the ramshackle door.

Inside, it is dusty, dark, decrepit. A heavy mist of soot and dirt permeates the air, and the young man almost gags as he takes his first breath within the confines of the household. A quiet, hearty laugh echoes through the abandoned house. He looks up, his eyes locking with his. A steely gaze cuts through him, a gaze the veteran of many grave, horrendous battles.

"Thonis," the enigmatic man said, jumping down from the small alcove he lurked on. "Praise Eros, you made it."

"Barely," Thonis replied, a quiet laugh following his tired words. "Their patrols are becoming more frequent. It won't be long until they find this outpost here, Marjan."

"Outpost?" Marjan spat, a bitterness about him. "Once this was a place of many, rows of loyal bitches that tended to our very whim. Once this was home." His eyes drifted to the door, narrowing. "Mrz, he is?"

"... Dead."

"By who?"

"CatParty."

The very name chilled the fatigued bones of the young Thonis. CatParty, the ruthless enforcer of the Kiwi Farms. Many of the SlutHaters spoke of the pink feline in hushed whispers. Once just a normal Kiwi, the tales of how he was almost mortally wounded in a skirmish between the once proud SlutHate Empire and the fledgling Farms were only the prologue in a tale of the epic downfall of SlutHate. They say that the last thing many of their number hear is the prancing of his four paws, his claws scaring the Earth they walk upon. They say the last thing many of their number see is his eyepatch, the remnant of that one fateful day, and the cold, unblinking eye that remained to hunt those of their order. He was a thug, a brute, a monster.

"Now what?" Thonis asked, collapsing into a creaky chair behind him.

"We go east. We must recuperate. The degenerate West has almost solidified their power in this region. To stay here is suicide."

"But there are still so many here-"

"And we will accomplish nothing if we stay and die here!" Marjan yelled, a fierceness overtaking him. "... Elliot wouldn't want us to die like that. Grasping at straws while the Kiwis gun us down. We cannot let his death be in vain."

Thonis rose from his chair, slowly approaching Marjan. A warm smile crept over his face as he placed a hand on his shoulder, wiping a tear from Marjan's face. "We won't. We have you. We can rebuild. We can retake the west and reeducate the world. As long as we have you, there is still something left to fight for."

"You give me too much credit, Thonis," Marjan muttered under his breath, looking up to meet Thonis's eyes. "You were his protege. His pupil. If anyone were to take up his mantle, to bring back SlutHate to its rightful glory, to make the world normal again... it would be you."

"But I-"

Marjan put a finger to Thonis's lips, a mirrored smile on his grizzled, worn face. "Don't just believe in me. Don't just believe in yourself. If anything, believe in the me that believes in you."

"... Marjan."

"You are stronger than them. Stronger than all of them. ... Maybe even stronger than me. You make me proud to call you a comrade. A friend."

Thonis's eyes stung, tears welling underneath the weary eyelids. One moment, his gaze was fixated on the man that had sheltered him through thick and a thin, a close friend if not a brother, and yet in a moment, he found his face pressed against his, his lips in a passionate kiss with Marjan's. His body lit up like a flame as he felt his tongue connect with Marjan's, a sensual desire he hadn't gotten from any woman that he had dug his long member into. They were but sluts before him, a means to an end, something that quivered and cried beneath him as he satisfied himself upon their fragile forms, but this...

Heavenly would be an understatement. The gods themselves could not provide greater pleasure than what he felt at that very moment, as Marjan returned the passion that filled him at that moment.

He didn't notice his shirt come off.

He didn't notice his pants fall to the ground.

He didn't notice as he suddenly found himself bent over, his naked, sweaty body shivering as though he was one of those pitiful little lifeforms that he once deposited his cock into.

He yelped, just a little, as he felt it slowly brush between the cheeks of his sculpted ass. Marjan's penis, longer than the full arm of a man, and yet harder than the diamonds that the slutty women treasured on their fingers. He yelped, he winced, yet he could not deny the pleasure every synapse fired in ecstatic glory as Marjan forced his penis through his cheeks, directly into his asshole. Drool flowed from the corners of Thonis's mouth as he thrust once. Twice. Thrice. Endlessly.

Seconds blended into minutes. Minutes into hours. Every moment an eternity as Marjan plowed directly into him, a stream of hot and sensual sperm firing from his erect cock like a shotgun, filling Thonis. His primal desires overwhelmed his conscious action, and he found himself but an observer, his body moving instinctively to maximize the pleasure coming before him. He grinned and laughed as Marjan's cock exploded with his delectable juices, coating his naked body in a sea of flaky white. He groaned and shook as every neuron fired with delight as he felt Marjan's mouth fall around his own penis, his tongue delicately moving around each inch of the long, erect cock before coming to rest at the very tip, his mouth sensually sucking on his dick again and again and again until it fired off its payload. Soon, even these moments began to blur in his eyes, Thonis only feeling the sensual pleasure that bombarded him over and over as the night carried on.

He blinked again, finding himself collapsed on the floor, the sticky, heated sperm from Marjan's beauteous cock still farming his naked body like a fireplace. He turned his head, seeing Marjan looking back at him. The two shared a hearty laugh, widened grins and sparkling eyes shared between them.

"This was... amazing."

"It is but only a taste of what we deserve, Thonis."

Marjan was the first to stand up, his hand outstretched to Thonis.

"Let this passion fuel your rage, my friend. This is love, but we must go at the Kiwis with all of the hate we can coalesce in our love."

"Yes..." Thonis said, a steely resolve encompassing them. "They laugh at us. They mock us. They scorn us."

"They will be the first to occupy our new pens. Each and everyone of those bitches. Why should it be only us that share this desire, when we can spread it among all of them?"

Thonis's mind flared to many of the female Kiwis that had mocked and ridiculed him so. Their derisive laughs, their mocking grins, their condescending stares. He enjoyed... no... he relished the idea of them in chains, their petite, naked bodies kneeling before them. The mere thought of silencing their annoying laughter with his... with their cocks until they were nothing but frightened, little muffled squeals... he almost hadn't noticed he came yet again at the thought.

He looked back at Marjan, and took his hand. "Let us go and reclaim what is rightfully ours."

Oh for the love of Azir did I really just write this?

This... This is beautiful. I award you the highest honour feminazis can bestow, the Order of the Slutwalk. This is amazing.

 

[MehicTUH_92]

Jesus FUCK, Thunder.

 

[ON 190]

I apologize in advance as I do not follow Holden all that much so I'm kinda just making this shit up as I go along.

Spoiler: I also don't write porn at all so... yeah. Also NSFW

A young man slowly peeks out from the underbrush. His hair is disheveled, his clothes ragged, his face littered with an innumerable amount of cuts and bruises. His hazel eyes, his eyes still retaining a faint glimmer of hope, drifted to the skies above. The velvet nocturnal curtain greeted him with an innumerable amount of twinkling lights, the imposing full moon at its apex in the heavens. It is just barely past midnight. The Kiwis have already resigned themselves to slumber.

Quiet, tentative footsteps marked his gait as he crept past the road. He spied his destination before him, an abandoned house, its disrepair evident through even the most cursory of glances. Rotten, decaying boards hung loosely from rusted nails, while windows lay broken, cobwebs spun amongst the dusty and ruined glass. The young man slowed as he approached the two steps leading up the porch. One, two, only the most miniscule of creaks coming from beneath his heel. Even the most observant of owls nesting in the trees above would have missed him as he quickly slid through the ramshackle door.

Inside, it is dusty, dark, decrepit. A heavy mist of soot and dirt permeates the air, and the young man almost gags as he takes his first breath within the confines of the household. A quiet, hearty laugh echoes through the abandoned house. He looks up, his eyes locking with his. A steely gaze cuts through him, a gaze the veteran of many grave, horrendous battles.

"Thonis," the enigmatic man said, jumping down from the small alcove he lurked on. "Praise Eros, you made it."

"Barely," Thonis replied, a quiet laugh following his tired words. "Their patrols are becoming more frequent. It won't be long until they find this outpost here, Marjan."

"Outpost?" Marjan spat, a bitterness about him. "Once this was a place of many, rows of loyal bitches that tended to our very whim. Once this was home." His eyes drifted to the door, narrowing. "Mrz, he is?"

"... Dead."

"By who?"

"CatParty."

The very name chilled the fatigued bones of the young Thonis. CatParty, the ruthless enforcer of the Kiwi Farms. Many of the SlutHaters spoke of the pink feline in hushed whispers. Once just a normal Kiwi, the tales of how he was almost mortally wounded in a skirmish between the once proud SlutHate Empire and the fledgling Farms were only the prologue in a tale of the epic downfall of SlutHate. They say that the last thing many of their number hear is the prancing of his four paws, his claws scaring the Earth they walk upon. They say the last thing many of their number see is his eyepatch, the remnant of that one fateful day, and the cold, unblinking eye that remained to hunt those of their order. He was a thug, a brute, a monster.

"Now what?" Thonis asked, collapsing into a creaky chair behind him.

"We go east. We must recuperate. The degenerate West has almost solidified their power in this region. To stay here is suicide."

"But there are still so many here-"

"And we will accomplish nothing if we stay and die here!" Marjan yelled, a fierceness overtaking him. "... Elliot wouldn't want us to die like that. Grasping at straws while the Kiwis gun us down. We cannot let his death be in vain."

Thonis rose from his chair, slowly approaching Marjan. A warm smile crept over his face as he placed a hand on his shoulder, wiping a tear from Marjan's face. "We won't. We have you. We can rebuild. We can retake the west and reeducate the world. As long as we have you, there is still something left to fight for."

"You give me too much credit, Thonis," Marjan muttered under his breath, looking up to meet Thonis's eyes. "You were his protege. His pupil. If anyone were to take up his mantle, to bring back SlutHate to its rightful glory, to make the world normal again... it would be you."

"But I-"

Marjan put a finger to Thonis's lips, a mirrored smile on his grizzled, worn face. "Don't just believe in me. Don't just believe in yourself. If anything, believe in the me that believes in you."

"... Marjan."

"You are stronger than them. Stronger than all of them. ... Maybe even stronger than me. You make me proud to call you a comrade. A friend."

Thonis's eyes stung, tears welling underneath the weary eyelids. One moment, his gaze was fixated on the man that had sheltered him through thick and a thin, a close friend if not a brother, and yet in a moment, he found his face pressed against his, his lips in a passionate kiss with Marjan's. His body lit up like a flame as he felt his tongue connect with Marjan's, a sensual desire he hadn't gotten from any woman that he had dug his long member into. They were but sluts before him, a means to an end, something that quivered and cried beneath him as he satisfied himself upon their fragile forms, but this...

Heavenly would be an understatement. The gods themselves could not provide greater pleasure than what he felt at that very moment, as Marjan returned the passion that filled him at that moment.

He didn't notice his shirt come off.

He didn't notice his pants fall to the ground.

He didn't notice as he suddenly found himself bent over, his naked, sweaty body shivering as though he was one of those pitiful little lifeforms that he once deposited his cock into.

He yelped, just a little, as he felt it slowly brush between the cheeks of his sculpted ass. Marjan's penis, longer than the full arm of a man, and yet harder than the diamonds that the slutty women treasured on their fingers. He yelped, he winced, yet he could not deny the pleasure every synapse fired in ecstatic glory as Marjan forced his penis through his cheeks, directly into his asshole. Drool flowed from the corners of Thonis's mouth as he thrust once. Twice. Thrice. Endlessly.

Seconds blended into minutes. Minutes into hours. Every moment an eternity as Marjan plowed directly into him, a stream of hot and sensual sperm firing from his erect cock like a shotgun, filling Thonis. His primal desires overwhelmed his conscious action, and he found himself but an observer, his body moving instinctively to maximize the pleasure coming before him. He grinned and laughed as Marjan's cock exploded with his delectable juices, coating his naked body in a sea of flaky white. He groaned and shook as every neuron fired with delight as he felt Marjan's mouth fall around his own penis, his tongue delicately moving around each inch of the long, erect cock before coming to rest at the very tip, his mouth sensually sucking on his dick again and again and again until it fired off its payload. Soon, even these moments began to blur in his eyes, Thonis only feeling the sensual pleasure that bombarded him over and over as the night carried on.

He blinked again, finding himself collapsed on the floor, the sticky, heated sperm from Marjan's beauteous cock still farming his naked body like a fireplace. He turned his head, seeing Marjan looking back at him. The two shared a hearty laugh, widened grins and sparkling eyes shared between them.

"This was... amazing."

"It is but only a taste of what we deserve, Thonis."

Marjan was the first to stand up, his hand outstretched to Thonis.

"Let this passion fuel your rage, my friend. This is love, but we must go at the Kiwis with all of the hate we can coalesce in our love."

"Yes..." Thonis said, a steely resolve encompassing them. "They laugh at us. They mock us. They scorn us."

"They will be the first to occupy our new pens. Each and everyone of those bitches. Why should it be only us that share this desire, when we can spread it among all of them?"

Thonis's mind flared to many of the female Kiwis that had mocked and ridiculed him so. Their derisive laughs, their mocking grins, their condescending stares. He enjoyed... no... he relished the idea of them in chains, their petite, naked bodies kneeling before them. The mere thought of silencing their annoying laughter with his... with their cocks until they were nothing but frightened, little muffled squeals... he almost hadn't noticed he came yet again at the thought.

He looked back at Marjan, and took his hand. "Let us go and reclaim what is rightfully ours."

Oh for the love of Azir did I really just write this?

... why did I read all that.

(well-written, I just... I need to lay down)

 

[chimpburgers]

I apologize in advance as I do not follow Holden all that much so I'm kinda just making this shit up as I go along.

Spoiler: I also don't write porn at all so... yeah. Also NSFW

A young man slowly peeks out from the underbrush. His hair is disheveled, his clothes ragged, his face littered with an innumerable amount of cuts and bruises. His hazel eyes, his eyes still retaining a faint glimmer of hope, drifted to the skies above. The velvet nocturnal curtain greeted him with an innumerable amount of twinkling lights, the imposing full moon at its apex in the heavens. It is just barely past midnight. The Kiwis have already resigned themselves to slumber.

Quiet, tentative footsteps marked his gait as he crept past the road. He spied his destination before him, an abandoned house, its disrepair evident through even the most cursory of glances. Rotten, decaying boards hung loosely from rusted nails, while windows lay broken, cobwebs spun amongst the dusty and ruined glass. The young man slowed as he approached the two steps leading up the porch. One, two, only the most miniscule of creaks coming from beneath his heel. Even the most observant of owls nesting in the trees above would have missed him as he quickly slid through the ramshackle door.

Inside, it is dusty, dark, decrepit. A heavy mist of soot and dirt permeates the air, and the young man almost gags as he takes his first breath within the confines of the household. A quiet, hearty laugh echoes through the abandoned house. He looks up, his eyes locking with his. A steely gaze cuts through him, a gaze the veteran of many grave, horrendous battles.

"Thonis," the enigmatic man said, jumping down from the small alcove he lurked on. "Praise Eros, you made it."

"Barely," Thonis replied, a quiet laugh following his tired words. "Their patrols are becoming more frequent. It won't be long until they find this outpost here, Marjan."

"Outpost?" Marjan spat, a bitterness about him. "Once this was a place of many, rows of loyal bitches that tended to our very whim. Once this was home." His eyes drifted to the door, narrowing. "Mrz, he is?"

"... Dead."

"By who?"

"CatParty."

The very name chilled the fatigued bones of the young Thonis. CatParty, the ruthless enforcer of the Kiwi Farms. Many of the SlutHaters spoke of the pink feline in hushed whispers. Once just a normal Kiwi, the tales of how he was almost mortally wounded in a skirmish between the once proud SlutHate Empire and the fledgling Farms were only the prologue in a tale of the epic downfall of SlutHate. They say that the last thing many of their number hear is the prancing of his four paws, his claws scaring the Earth they walk upon. They say the last thing many of their number see is his eyepatch, the remnant of that one fateful day, and the cold, unblinking eye that remained to hunt those of their order. He was a thug, a brute, a monster.

"Now what?" Thonis asked, collapsing into a creaky chair behind him.

"We go east. We must recuperate. The degenerate West has almost solidified their power in this region. To stay here is suicide."

"But there are still so many here-"

"And we will accomplish nothing if we stay and die here!" Marjan yelled, a fierceness overtaking him. "... Elliot wouldn't want us to die like that. Grasping at straws while the Kiwis gun us down. We cannot let his death be in vain."

Thonis rose from his chair, slowly approaching Marjan. A warm smile crept over his face as he placed a hand on his shoulder, wiping a tear from Marjan's face. "We won't. We have you. We can rebuild. We can retake the west and reeducate the world. As long as we have you, there is still something left to fight for."

"You give me too much credit, Thonis," Marjan muttered under his breath, looking up to meet Thonis's eyes. "You were his protege. His pupil. If anyone were to take up his mantle, to bring back SlutHate to its rightful glory, to make the world normal again... it would be you."

"But I-"

Marjan put a finger to Thonis's lips, a mirrored smile on his grizzled, worn face. "Don't just believe in me. Don't just believe in yourself. If anything, believe in the me that believes in you."

"... Marjan."

"You are stronger than them. Stronger than all of them. ... Maybe even stronger than me. You make me proud to call you a comrade. A friend."

Thonis's eyes stung, tears welling underneath the weary eyelids. One moment, his gaze was fixated on the man that had sheltered him through thick and a thin, a close friend if not a brother, and yet in a moment, he found his face pressed against his, his lips in a passionate kiss with Marjan's. His body lit up like a flame as he felt his tongue connect with Marjan's, a sensual desire he hadn't gotten from any woman that he had dug his long member into. They were but sluts before him, a means to an end, something that quivered and cried beneath him as he satisfied himself upon their fragile forms, but this...

Heavenly would be an understatement. The gods themselves could not provide greater pleasure than what he felt at that very moment, as Marjan returned the passion that filled him at that moment.

He didn't notice his shirt come off.

He didn't notice his pants fall to the ground.

He didn't notice as he suddenly found himself bent over, his naked, sweaty body shivering as though he was one of those pitiful little lifeforms that he once deposited his cock into.

He yelped, just a little, as he felt it slowly brush between the cheeks of his sculpted ass. Marjan's penis, longer than the full arm of a man, and yet harder than the diamonds that the slutty women treasured on their fingers. He yelped, he winced, yet he could not deny the pleasure every synapse fired in ecstatic glory as Marjan forced his penis through his cheeks, directly into his asshole. Drool flowed from the corners of Thonis's mouth as he thrust once. Twice. Thrice. Endlessly.

Seconds blended into minutes. Minutes into hours. Every moment an eternity as Marjan plowed directly into him, a stream of hot and sensual sperm firing from his erect cock like a shotgun, filling Thonis. His primal desires overwhelmed his conscious action, and he found himself but an observer, his body moving instinctively to maximize the pleasure coming before him. He grinned and laughed as Marjan's cock exploded with his delectable juices, coating his naked body in a sea of flaky white. He groaned and shook as every neuron fired with delight as he felt Marjan's mouth fall around his own penis, his tongue delicately moving around each inch of the long, erect cock before coming to rest at the very tip, his mouth sensually sucking on his dick again and again and again until it fired off its payload. Soon, even these moments began to blur in his eyes, Thonis only feeling the sensual pleasure that bombarded him over and over as the night carried on.

He blinked again, finding himself collapsed on the floor, the sticky, heated sperm from Marjan's beauteous cock still farming his naked body like a fireplace. He turned his head, seeing Marjan looking back at him. The two shared a hearty laugh, widened grins and sparkling eyes shared between them.

"This was... amazing."

"It is but only a taste of what we deserve, Thonis."

Marjan was the first to stand up, his hand outstretched to Thonis.

"Let this passion fuel your rage, my friend. This is love, but we must go at the Kiwis with all of the hate we can coalesce in our love."

"Yes..." Thonis said, a steely resolve encompassing them. "They laugh at us. They mock us. They scorn us."

"They will be the first to occupy our new pens. Each and everyone of those bitches. Why should it be only us that share this desire, when we can spread it among all of them?"

Thonis's mind flared to many of the female Kiwis that had mocked and ridiculed him so. Their derisive laughs, their mocking grins, their condescending stares. He enjoyed... no... he relished the idea of them in chains, their petite, naked bodies kneeling before them. The mere thought of silencing their annoying laughter with his... with their cocks until they were nothing but frightened, little muffled squeals... he almost hadn't noticed he came yet again at the thought.

He looked back at Marjan, and took his hand. "Let us go and reclaim what is rightfully ours."

Oh for the love of Azir did I really just write this?

Creepiest shit I've read from this site in a while. Damn it, @ThunderCavalier.

 

[Frank Rizzo]

I'm just waiting for the wedding. Yugoslav weddings are legit off the hook.

it's like a Gogol Bordello concert.

 

[Saint]

Awwww, so Holden is finally settling down? And he found the woman of his dreams in @ThonisSH as well. Good luck to the two of you! OH! Does this mean that now @Marjan Šiklić is also a seducer? Has he finally joined the ranks of men who can get laid off of pure Seductive Witchery now?