Stories – Varlance Interactive

Buck(ed) at the Rodeo

This story was posted at https://www.gaydemon.com/stories/Buck_ed_at_the_Rodeo_32496.html on 2022-02-16.

The rodeo is in town and Buck tries his hand at a bronco riding competition. Winner gets $1000, losers strip an item of clothing. A short interactive story I wrote in the Homotextual Gaming Guild Discord community.

Author note: This story was originally written on the Homotextual Gaming Guild Discord community. Each section break offered readers two choices, and the votes determined the course of the plot. Images accompanied some sections of the story; links to these have been added here and there.

Buck saw the sign at the rodeo and couldn’t resist a closer look. ‘Ride the Bronco – Win $1000!’ The ride operator, a stalwart-looking, grizzled bear of a man, saw Buck looking and walked over.

“Howdy, boy. You interested in this here com-pee-tish-un?”

“Maybe,” Buck replied. He cast his eyes over the mechanical bull. It looked like it had been cobbled together by someone high on moonshine – all exposed wood and leather, and covered with a mat of dried hay that a pack of starving horses had chewed over.

“All ya gotta do is stay on for three minutes,” the operator said.

“That’s all? And if I do it, I get to walk away with a thousand dollars?”

“That’s right.”

Ollin’s Trek (Enderon fan story)

I was notified by user bigsmile21 at TUGStories that they have written a fanfiction story based on a playthrough of Escape from Enderon! It’s called ‘Ollin’s Trek‘ and you can read it here: https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?f=17&t=13619 (you might need a user account at TUGStories to access it).

It was posted back in May, but I only got notified about it in September. Go check it out 🙂

The Lawn Boy

This story was originally posted at https://www.gaycupidstories.com/story/show/10002323 on 2021-08-27.

Nick hires a lawn boy called Oliver. A short story I wrote in the Homotextual Gaming Guild Discord community.

“Hey,” I called to the hot guy on his bike. For some reason, even in the heat of summer, he was wearing a grey beanie, matching his cycling shorts. “You looking to earn some money?”

“Um, maybe,” the hot guy replied. “What do you need?”

“Oh, just a few things here and there. Front yard needs mowing, there’s a patch of brush to put in the garbage, and some birds are building a nest on my back porch. You mind helping me out for a bit?”

“You want me to be your lawn boy, Mr…” He squinted at my mailbox. “Turner?”

“Nick. Mr. Turner sounds so formal. And, well… I guess. But I’ll make it worth your time.”

“Nick.” He smiled and held out his hand, which I took. “Sure. I’m Oliver.” He walked his bike over to my shed. I showed him to my equipment.

He spent the next hour or so in the 87°F heat, stripped to the waist, working on my yard. Never once took off that beanie, though.

Digital Marketing with HypnoHype! Case Study: PiersMortonXXX

This story was originally posted at https://www.gayspiralstories.com/story/show/10001513 on 2021-03-24.

Piers, an out-of-work graduate, takes a job in digital marketing for a Covid conspiracy newspaper. He gets some invaluable digital marketing advice from HypnoHype and learns to love being a content creator.

“Piers… Morton, is it?”

I nod. “That’s right.”

“Like the presenter on Good Morning GB? Oh, don’t worry, I’m not some lefty snowflake. He’s the voice of the common man, that’s what I say. We need more people like him in this day and age, what with everyone losing their heads over this bloody plan-demic. Anyway, I understand you’re interested in the Digital Marketing role I posted recently?”

“Uh, yes, Mr. Kershaw.” At twenty-one and graduating from Manchester Uni with an English degree into the worst economic recession in generations, I’ve been struggling to find anyone who’ll offer me a job. I adjust my tie to give my fingers something to do. “I saw your ad on SyncedIn.”

“Call me Dane. We’re all on first name terms here.” He skims through my one-page CV, which is probably the best short fiction I’ve written in months. Just kidding. Dane doesn’t look like the kind of guy who would find that joke funny. I wait patiently, observing him on my laptop screen. Thirty-something, probably, clean-shaven, with pale blue eyes and light brown hair that’s cut very short at the back and sides, combed and parted on the left. What’s it called, an uppercut? No, undercut, that’s it. He’s wearing a grey suit jacket over a crisp white shirt and dark red tie. He’s the editor and publisher of ‘The Torch’, a small local newspaper I’ve not heard of before. I hope he doesn’t ask me any difficult questions, and wish I’d spent a bit longer doing my research for this job.

Finding Garrett

This story was originally posted at https://www.gayspiralstories.com/story/show/10001490 on 2021-03-21.

In 2092, a Finder, Zander Chen, takes on a difficult case. How do you Find someone who has no aura?

Zander sat up, his pulse racing, the sheets damp and clingy with sweat. Another nightmare. Shots fired in the dark, his fiancé Keill crumpling to the floor of their apartment, unmoving. Fighting for his life, for Keill’s, against the masked gunman from the Engawa cartel. Watching helplessly as Keill’s aura, vibrant and green and full of promise, like a forest floor after rain, faded to nothing, a part of himself dying with it…

Interviewing Darren Peterson

This story was originally posted at TUGStories.com (link) on 2020-07-20. It placed third in the November 2020 story contest, which had the prompt: “He/she wasn’t like that the last time we met.“

Interviewing Darren Peterson

To the Parole Board

RE: Darren Michael Peterson (DOB: 15/06/1998)

What follows is an account of the first of two serious incidents of a similar nature, involving Darren Peterson. This incident took place on the 17th of November 2020 during my regular assessment visits with Darren Peterson.

“Good afternoon, Dr. Grey. Come for your weekly session with Peterson, eh?”

I nodded at Sam as he waved me through the security check at HMP Wandsworth. “That’s right. We’re close to finishing our pre-trial assessment of Mr Peterson, though, so I might not be visiting you guys again for a while. Oh, by the way, how’s your eye?”

“Still a bit fuzzy, but the pills the eye doctor gave me are startin’ to work,” Sam replied. “Thanks for asking. Yeah, Peterson’s a funny one, isn’t he? Comes over all friendly like when he wants something off yous, but gives you the cold shoulder when he don’t. Except this morning – usually he’s got nothing to say to me when I take him to the office, but today it’s like I’m his best friend or summat. ‘So glad to see you! To see you!’ and smiling to himself, like. Anyway… here we are. You need me, just gimme a shout.” I watched Sam amble down the corridor to the break room. I waited for a moment, gathering my thoughts, then pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Peterson looked up at me as I entered. Twenty-two, unusually pale skin, a thin face with ice-blue eyes, dark-haired. Sam had once remarked on how similar Peterson and I looked, although I was almost thirty and wasn’t quite as fit as Peterson, not that you could tell at the moment with the prison-issue blue shirt, grey sweater and trousers that he was wearing. He was relaxed and smiling, though the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. I hadn’t seen him like this before. He wasn’t like that the last time we met – last week he’d been cold and dismissive, giving me perfunctory answers as I probed his mental state at the time of his arrest. Sometimes he’d say nothing in response to my questions, instead just sitting there staring at me. Sizing me up.

Immortalised

This story was originally posted at https://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/1412443 on 2020-07-20.

Simon finds an old statue to an imperialist explorer, and finds it impossible to resist its influence.

I tossed my rucksack into the back seat of Grandpa’s car and then climbed in after it to escape the heavy rain.

“Hey, Grandpa, how are you and Grandma doing? Thanks for picking me up.”

“Oh, not bad, not bad. Your grandmother and I are both glad you could spend the week with us. Brought the weather with you, eh?” Grandpa smiled. “Let’s get going before it’s too dark to drive safely. By the way, we saved you some leftovers from dinner.”

“Sounds great.”

Ass Assassin, Round 2 Path 1.1.1.1.1.1 (Takedown: SUCCESS)

This story was originally posted at https://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/2277594 on 2020-04-30. It is part of the series ‘Ass Assassin, Round 2‘, which continues where ‘A Game of Ass Assassin‘ left off.

With some help, Jeffrey makes a narrow escape from Carl, and survives to end of the round.

Ass Assassin, Round 2 Path 1.1.1.1.1 (Maze)

This story was originally posted at https://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/1412034 on 2020-04-30. It is part of the series ‘Ass Assassin, Round 2‘, which continues where ‘A Game of Ass Assassin‘ left off.

Carl puts Jeffrey’s booby-trapped warehouse to the test.

Keep It Down!

This story was originally posted at https://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/1412443 on 2020-04-29.

Phil’s flatmate Quentin keeps disturbing Phil’s work calls during lockdown.

“Yes, that’s right, I’m glad we’ll be continuing the current supply agreement,” I said. The ongoing coronavirus lockdown might be devastating whole sectors of the economy, but it was great news for my work as a procurement manager for a major supermarket chain (something I tried not to feel guilty about). With more and more people relying on us for their grocery shopping, my role was more important than ever. I spent my day working from home, co-ordinating with our suppliers and solving any problems they raised with us before they resulted in empty shelves across the south-east of England.

My calendar chimed with a notification about my next meeting. “Ah, I’m sorry to cut this short, but I need to jump into another call. Thanks for your time today.” I left the virtual conference and checked my calendar. Five minutes until the next call.

Under my desk, Quentin’s hot tongue was working the underside of my cockhead expertly. He was naked and kneeling in front of my office chair, his head buried in my crotch. I had taped his hands behind his back to keep him focused on my own needs. I noted with satisfaction the sticky strands of precum stretching from his own fully erect dick to his stomach. I nudged it with my foot and watched as his cock sprang up to slap wetly against his stomach.