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The Oxford Piranhas v1.0.2

In The Oxford Piranhas, you’re the reserve goalkeeper for a men’s water polo team at Marlin College, Oxford. After a disaster of a match, your team-mates jump you and tie you up on a pool float. Can you escape before they return? A short, sweet story with 12 endings.

Content warnings are in game. The game is an interactive fiction game which should take you about 30 minutes on a first playthrough. This is the Twine version; the game was originally posted at CHYOA.com as an interactive story.

To play the game, simply run the .html file in a browser. You can play or download the game at Itch.io:

(Current version v1.0.2 contains hotfixes for a HTML error when using the top stats bars.)

The Oxford Piranhas (CHYOA release)

The Oxford Piranhas has just been approved over at CHYOA.com and is now available to play. It’s an interactive fiction game hosted at CHYOA.com in the form of a collection of chapters on the site. The link to play it is:

https://chyoa.com/story/The-Oxford-Piranhas.35585

In this game you play as the reserve goalkeeper for a men’s water polo team at Marlin College, Oxford. After a disaster of a match, your team-mates jump you and tie you up on a pool float. Can you escape before they return? A short, sweet story with 11 endings (so far).

Walkthrough: in-game, here: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Walkthrough-%28cheat-mode%29.1064280

Image credit: The Oxford Piranhas logo.jpg, based on ‘Practice Shot 9942’ by Chris Hunkeler, modified by Varlance and licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0 (link: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/deed.en). Original image available from https://www.flickr.com/photos/14913305@N00/32277201855 and licensed by CC BY-SA 2.0.

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.

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.

“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.

Santa’s Sweatshop (CHYOA release)

Santa’s Sweatshop has just been approved over at CHYOA.com and is now available to play. It’s an interactive fiction game hosted at CHYOA.com in the form of a collection of chapters on the site. The link to play it is:

https://chyoa.com/story/Santa%27s-Sweatshop.33029

In this game you play as a young man who is visited by one of Santa’s elves and transported to Santa’s Workshop. It would be any young person’s dream come true, apart from the forced labour, sexual servitude and punishing restraints, I suppose. There are 16 endings to find.

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.

Both Cocks Locked

This story was originally posted at:
http://www.utopiastories.com/code/show_story.asp/recid/82212 on 2020-01-11.

My name is James Belmont, but you probably know me better as the former superhero called Doublewood. You see, I’ve always been different. The most obvious thing that makes me different from most other guys is the fact that I have two cocks. They’re side by side, both about 6 inches when I’m fully hard, and yes, they both work. Or at least, they did when I used to be able to get hard. I’ve been wearing a cock cage for a long time now. I can’t get the cage off, and the only person who can let me out of it seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth. So I’m fucking horny all the time, and there’s nothing I can do about it!

The Cyberflasher’s Comeuppance

This story was originally posted at:
http://telemachus12.com/shstories/varlance/varlance_thecyberflasherscomeuppance1.htm?page=20200111 on 2020-01-11.

Greg stepped onto a half-full District Line carriage and took a seat. It had been a couple of days since his last hook-up and Greg was getting pretty horny. He took out his phone and opened up his current go-to dating app. His profile pic showed off his tousled blond hair, cold blue eyes and impressive jawline. As much as Greg liked the compliments he got on that photo, what he really enjoyed was how people reacted to his explicit nude photos. Especially when they neither wanted or expected to see them. Whether the women he cyber-flashed reacted with shock, anger or disgust – it all gave Greg an exhilarating thrill that he all too often wanked over when he got back to his flat.

Shelved

This story was posted at https://www.literotica.com/s/shelved on 2020-01-06.

Josh was excited and horny. He’d been frustrated all week: each of his Grindr hook-ups had cancelled their meetings or failed to show up – but tonight was going to be a wonderful exception. He’d already met the guy – Nathan, another student at the university Josh attended – for a quick coffee at lunchtime and they’d made plans for tonight. Sure, he ought to prepare a couple of essays for Monday, and maybe clear up the junk in his room this weekend – but it could wait. He hadn’t cum for five days now. And student life was all about priorities.