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Schedule, empty. Magazine, Savage. Issue 00 120
If I had had a dick, it would still be hard right now, maybe almost as hard as their erections. It was uncontrollable. When a boy is really turned on, he can't hide what's happening in his pants, especially not in pants this tight and perfectly fitted the way they both liked their uniforms.
Christopher Crust loves adrenaline. When he thought no one was watching, he kissed Alan Marti's neck while Alan felt so much stimulation he had to grab his boy's hair just to hold himself back.
Alan Marti grabbed Christopher Crust's round glutes like what they were: his property. I wasn't even interrupting them; nothing in this world could interrupt them at that exact moment.
"Dude," Christopher Crust said, "not even the SS10 World Championship would make me as happy as having you in my arms. Not even hitting 230 mph gives me as much adrenaline as brushing your hands in public and not being able to hold them or kiss them in front of everyone."
Alan Marti wondered how he could hate this boy so much and then, half a second later, end up begging him for kisses.
"Let me enjoy you, don't go so fast," Alan said. Meanwhile Crust, desperate, was trying to take off that tight uniform.
He thinks speed is only for the SS10 track.
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Jennie was so wrapped up and horny that she didn't even know how or when she fell asleep in front of her computer, with the magazine ready. The one she was never going to publish, but in her fantasies it was totally worth it.
She even dreamed of them; they were the most erotic dreams. The boys touching each other, rubbing, kissing, and she, in ecstasy, watching them while they, naked among clouds, were two angels giving each other all the love they couldn't show in public.
It was close to 2 p.m. when she woke up, drooling in her fantasies. She finally regained consciousness; she had tried too hard already but couldn't fall back asleep. She tried, but it didn't work.
She tried to look for her phone, and it caught her attention that it was on the floor, so far away.
When she unlocked it, she was a little shocked: too many notifications. She was used to thousands of notifications from her viral videos, but her email inbox had so many messages it almost overwhelmed her. Then she saw nearly 200 missed calls from her friends; all of them had called her a ridiculous number of times. She imagined the phone had vibrated so much that it moved by itself all the way down there. She wondered if all those vibrations had made their way into her dreams.
"Answer me now, urgent. I'm scared something happened to you, look at the time and you're not answering. If you don't answer, I'm breaking into your place, I have your keys. Ultimatum," Joaquín said in a message.
Has something bad happened? Jennie wondered.
"Girl, what's good?" Joaquín said the moment she answered.
"What's wrong?" she said.
"Urgent meeting. My place."
I only brushed my teeth, sort of fixed my hair, and ran out; I was way too intrigued.
"You completely lost your mind," Gloria said.
Something felt weird. I checked my phone trying to find something, but before I could do anything, Bennie was holding in his hand the magazine only I had fantasized. How did he have it?
"What... are you... doing? How did you even get that?!"
They all looked at me, curious. Bennie shook his long nails; the sound made me nervous. He knows exactly how to make me feel that way.
"Purple?" I said.
His lips were painted purple... that was... pride?
The four of them surrounded me, laughing loud enough to echo.
"Girl, this whole time I thought you were completely crazy; I'm glad I was wrong," Sunny said before Joaquín smacked her arm.
"I posted it by accident, guys, I wasn't planning to publish it."
"Sure it was an accident. Savage on a Tuesday? You're basically a clock, always posting Fridays. But you couldn't hold this one in, huh?"
I stared at the cover, at how perfect it looked, like the boys were posing specifically for me to place them there.
"No... I'm completely dead..." I sat down, upset, staring at the black screen of my turned-off phone.
"What are you talking about?" Sunny said.
"I haven't even finished paying for this penthouse. They're going to ruin me the moment they sue me."
I looked at something without any attention: it was an email from the bank.
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Miss Clinton,
Your checking account has exceeded the monthly limit of 500,000 dollars. We have opened a new checking account ending in XXXXXX XX675 89. For more information, visit our branches or call customer service.
Rewards, Hopeness Bank
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Nervously, I opened the banking app and had over one million three hundred thousand dollars. And every second that number kept climbing and climbing out of control.
I checked my website where I manage magazine sales: it had already passed 100,000 subscribers. My Instagram and TikTok accounts now had millions of followers. Every single news network was covering the story; everywhere people were talking about me.
"Keep calm," Joaquín said.
He thought I was the one upset until the loudest scream of joy came out of me and practically deafened us all. Suddenly the four of us were jumping up and down celebrating.
"I'm still dead," I said.
"I know a lawyer..." Joaquín said. "He gay."
"I'm not even gonna ask how you met him because it's obvious," Bennie said, "but what does being gay have to do with anything?"
"You ain't see it?" Joaquín said. "His client list be mad expensive, like stupid expensive, and he a Savage Magazine subscriber. He's obsessed with the SS10 gays. He is obviously gonna help you."
"Call him," Jennie said.
The lawyer showed up immediately. When Jennie opened the door, Joaquín and the lawyer started making happy gay noises.
"Girl," he said to Jennie, "diva! I don't care if the boys get mad, I'm backing you up and I'm not even charging you."
**Beep**, the TV sounded. Sunny had just turned it on. They were talking about SS10; the boys were being interviewed. Jennie jumped to the TV and turned the volume way up.
Both the boys and the host looked calm, laughing naturally, not even a hint of worry. Could it be they hadn't noticed?
"So, boys, the news of the moment: apparently there are some delusional folks believing that photo is real." We all looked at each other. "What do you think about that?"
They both got a little more serious, but they didn't even look upset, not even close.
"People are gullible," Alan said. "They always have been. While there's nothing negative at all about either of us being gay or in a relationship, probably every SS10 player has ships with each other or with celebrities. But people need to be less gullible. You can't even believe what your own eyes see anymore because everything is manipulable; the media is more unbearable than pure oxygen."
"Do you think you should sue the people who did this?"
"No..." Christopher said, thoughtful. "Listen... everyone with their own phone has access to generative AIs. If we filed a lawsuit for every person who edits or generates photos of us to feed fantasies, we'd spend more time suing than not suing." He looked at the camera a bit more seriously. "There won't be any lawsuit. I just ask you guys..." Jennie felt like he was speaking directly to her "...stop doing these things. I repeat, there won't be a lawsuit. We can sue you if you take a photo without my consent, but we can't sue you for generating an image with an AI. There won't be any lawsuit."\<\<
Schedule, empty. Magazine, Savage. Issue 00 120
If I had had a dick, it would still be hard right now, maybe almost as hard as their erections. It was uncontrollable. When a boy is really turned on, he can't hide what's happening in his pants, especially not in pants this tight and perfectly fitted the way they both liked their uniforms.
Christopher Crust loves adrenaline. When he thought no one was watching, he kissed Alan Marti's neck while Alan felt so much stimulation he had to grab his boy's hair just to hold himself back.
Alan Marti grabbed Christopher Crust's round glutes like what they were: his property. I wasn't even interrupting them; nothing in this world could interrupt them at that exact moment.
"Dude," Christopher Crust said, "not even the SS10 World Championship would make me as happy as having you in my arms. Not even hitting 230 mph gives me as much adrenaline as brushing your hands in public and not being able to hold them or kiss them in front of everyone."
Alan Marti wondered how he could hate this boy so much and then, half a second later, end up begging him for kisses.
"Let me enjoy you, don't go so fast," Alan said. Meanwhile Crust, desperate, was trying to take off that tight uniform.
He thinks speed is only for the SS10 track.
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Jennie was so wrapped up and horny that she didn't even know how or when she fell asleep in front of her computer, with the magazine ready. The one she was never going to publish, but in her fantasies it was totally worth it.
She even dreamed of them; they were the most erotic dreams. The boys touching each other, rubbing, kissing, and she, in ecstasy, watching them while they, naked among clouds, were two angels giving each other all the love they couldn't show in public.
It was close to 2 p.m. when she woke up, drooling in her fantasies. She finally regained consciousness; she had tried too hard already but couldn't fall back asleep. She tried, but it didn't work.
She tried to look for her phone, and it caught her attention that it was on the floor, so far away.
When she unlocked it, she was a little shocked: too many notifications. She was used to thousands of notifications from her viral videos, but her email inbox had so many messages it almost overwhelmed her. Then she saw nearly 200 missed calls from her friends; all of them had called her a ridiculous number of times. She imagined the phone had vibrated so much that it moved by itself all the way down there. She wondered if all those vibrations had made their way into her dreams.
"Answer me now, urgent. I'm scared something happened to you, look at the time and you're not answering. If you don't answer, I'm breaking into your place, I have your keys. Ultimatum," Joaquín said in a message.
Has something bad happened? Jennie wondered.
"Girl, what's good?" Joaquín said the moment she answered.
"What's wrong?" she said.
"Urgent meeting. My place."
I only brushed my teeth, sort of fixed my hair, and ran out; I was way too intrigued.
"You completely lost your mind," Gloria said.
Something felt weird. I checked my phone trying to find something, but before I could do anything, Bennie was holding in his hand the magazine only I had fantasized. How did he have it?
"What... are you... doing? How did you even get that?!"
They all looked at me, curious. Bennie shook his long nails; the sound made me nervous. He knows exactly how to make me feel that way.
"Purple?" I said.
His lips were painted purple... that was... pride?
The four of them surrounded me, laughing loud enough to echo.
"Girl, this whole time I thought you were completely crazy; I'm glad I was wrong," Sunny said before Joaquín smacked her arm.
"I posted it by accident, guys, I wasn't planning to publish it."
"Sure it was an accident. Savage on a Tuesday? You're basically a clock, always posting Fridays. But you couldn't hold this one in, huh?"
I stared at the cover, at how perfect it looked, like the boys were posing specifically for me to place them there.
"No... I'm completely dead..." I sat down, upset, staring at the black screen of my turned-off phone.
"What are you talking about?" Sunny said.
"I haven't even finished paying for this penthouse. They're going to ruin me the moment they sue me."
I looked at something without any attention: it was an email from the bank.
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Miss Clinton,
Your checking account has exceeded the monthly limit of 500,000 dollars. We have opened a new checking account ending in XXXXXX XX675 89. For more information, visit our branches or call customer service.
Rewards, Hopeness Bank
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Nervously, I opened the banking app and had over one million three hundred thousand dollars. And every second that number kept climbing and climbing out of control.
I checked my website where I manage magazine sales: it had already passed 100,000 subscribers. My Instagram and TikTok accounts now had millions of followers. Every single news network was covering the story; everywhere people were talking about me.
"Keep calm," Joaquín said.
He thought I was the one upset until the loudest scream of joy came out of me and practically deafened us all. Suddenly the four of us were jumping up and down celebrating.
"I'm still dead," I said.
"I know a lawyer..." Joaquín said. "He gay."
"I'm not even gonna ask how you met him because it's obvious," Bennie said, "but what does being gay have to do with anything?"
"You ain't see it?" Joaquín said. "His client list be mad expensive, like stupid expensive, and he a Savage Magazine subscriber. He's obsessed with the SS10 gays. He is obviously gonna help you."
"Call him," Jennie said.
The lawyer showed up immediately. When Jennie opened the door, Joaquín and the lawyer started making happy gay noises.
"Girl," he said to Jennie, "diva! I don't care if the boys get mad, I'm backing you up and I'm not even charging you."
**Beep**, the TV sounded. Sunny had just turned it on. They were talking about SS10; the boys were being interviewed. Jennie jumped to the TV and turned the volume way up.
Both the boys and the host looked calm, laughing naturally, not even a hint of worry. Could it be they hadn't noticed?
"So, boys, the news of the moment: apparently there are some delusional folks believing that photo is real." We all looked at each other. "What do you think about that?"
They both got a little more serious, but they didn't even look upset, not even close.
"People are gullible," Alan said. "They always have been. While there's nothing negative at all about either of us being gay or in a relationship, probably every SS10 player has ships with each other or with celebrities. But people need to be less gullible. You can't even believe what your own eyes see anymore because everything is manipulable; the media is more unbearable than pure oxygen."
"Do you think you should sue the people who did this?"
"No..." Christopher said, thoughtful. "Listen... everyone with their own phone has access to generative AIs. If we filed a lawsuit for every person who edits or generates photos of us to feed fantasies, we'd spend more time suing than not suing." He looked at the camera a bit more seriously. "There won't be any lawsuit. I just ask you guys..." Jennie felt like he was speaking directly to her "...stop doing these things. I repeat, there won't be a lawsuit. We can sue you if you take a photo without my consent, but we can't sue you for generating an image with an AI. There won't be any lawsuit."