Dear Brothers & Friends,

I’m excited to present “Call Me By Your Name,” original flash fiction by Danielle Summers, a friend of the blog.

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“We got the reputation for being arrogant, but we’re probably the top-producing contractors in the program.”—Kevin Pavlidis

When our photographer finally spots something at almost 4 a.m., Pavlidis jumps off the tuna tower like the parkour athlete he is and marvels, “He’s beautiful!” The tiny 5-footer [python] is sitting in plain sight on the side of the road. Pavlidis quickly pins its head and holds it up for everyone to see. When he turns to show us the snake, pure joy emanates from his face.

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Call Me By Your Name

Original Fiction by Danielle Summers & inspired by Lil Nas X

Don’t all good stories start with a butt plug flying through the air? thought Craig as he caught the metal object just before it hit his head.

He looked around the dance floor. No one was looking for it or even at him. They were lost in the dance and the rhythm of the music. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. 

The beat never stopped and neither did he. He danced along with them while the butt plug got warm in his pocket. 

And then it got warmer. 

Sweat rolled down his cheeks. Sweat rolled down his hairy chest. 

The butt plug pulled down on him until Craig could dance no more. His legs became heavy, and he fell to his knees. 

The men on the dance floor faded away. The music got quiet until he heard nothing. 

He took the butt plug out of his pocket. The silver metal glistened in the lights. He looked at the reflection in the mirrored surface, but it wasn’t his, at least not the one he remembered. He only remembered ugliness, but the face he saw was young and virile. It was unscarred by life. 

A bead of sweat fell off his forehead, landing on the butt plug’s tip. He wiped it away, and the plug started singing to him. The dance floor filled with song again, but this music did not thump. It wrapped around him like silk. 

He missed his fellow partiers.

There was the muscular shirtless man who always made eye contact but moved away if Craig moved in closer. The thought of him made his dick get a little harder.

He thought of the man who once kissed him on his nipple only to never be seen again. He had been so beautiful, and Craig’s dick got harder still.

“They’re all here waiting for you,” the devil whispered in his ear. “I saved them all. Let me save you.”

The devil kissed the tip of the butt plug and licked up the bead of Craig’s sweat with a long forked tongue. 

“You belong here too.”

Craig was scared. He wasn’t surprised he was here.

Scratch that. He was surprised.

He had always been told this was where he would end up. The only way to escape that fear was to stop believing that either heaven or hell existed, to stop believing in anything. 

When his heart had stopped, he still believed in nothing. He gave away his faith because it was too painful.

“I don’t believe you,” said Craig to the devil. “I don’t believe in you.”

The devil gently kissed his forehead. His lips were hot and soft. 

“I’m scared,” said Craig as he pulled the butt plug close to his chest.

“You need what I have.”

Another bead of sweat fell from Craig’s forehead. The devil caught it and rubbed it into his chest. 

“What do I do with this?” Craig held out the butt plug. 

“You embrace it. You own it.”

The devil vanished in a puff of smoke leaving Craig with his dick half hard and a butt plug he didn’t know what to do with. 

“Oh, but you do know.” Those words came in a whisper that cut through to his soul. 

He pulled off his shorts. He threw them into the air, and they vaporized in a burst of red flames.

Naked, he reached back to his ass. His finger circled his hole and teased his tender flesh.

He felt the smack of a paddle on his right ass cheek and then the left. He remembered all the times he bent over for someone, or they bent over for him, ass in the air begging to be fucked or spanked or flogged.

He remembered a candle that his husband had first fucked him with and then burned so the wax dripped over his flesh. 

Oh, that was a wonderful night. The memory made him fully hard. 

He pushed a finger into his ass and let loose a moan. The men he had known flickered in and disappeared once more. They had disappeared from his life one by one until he was alone.

He didn’t want to be alone any more. 

He fucked himself with one finger and then another until he was covered with sweat and his cock dripped with pre-cum. The butt plug sat on the floor in front of him.

Its song got louder, and it started to glow.

He pulled his fingers out of himself and grabbed the butt plug. He pushed it into his ass. The men he had known flickered in brighter and faded more slowly. 

He put his hands around his hard cock.

He jerked it until a pool of white jism was on the floor in front of him. 

The men returned, and they stayed.

Strong arms pulled him up from his knees.

Someone kissed him.

Someone pulled out the butt plug, and Craig gasped. 

“I’ve waited for you for so long. I’m glad you’re here,” said the man in front of him. A light appeared illuminating Craig’s true love, the man he had let get away as life moved on.

All his lost loves appeared and surrounded him. They were lost no more. 𖤐

Danielle Summers has an exclusive offer for the readers of BROTHER BEASTUS 𖤐 GRIMOIRE. Her book, 5 Easy Chocolate Pieces, A BDSM Love Story, is available from Smashwords. Usually retailing for $4.99, use coupon code LK34P to get it for $2.50 (50% off!). Offer valid only at Smashwords to the first 500 & for a limited time.

End of 7 Digit Dialing in North America

I remember picking up the phone and hearing my neighbors on the same phone circuit of our ‘party line.’ If it was an emergency, you would have to ask them to hang up so you could call for help.

Most of North America already has to dial 10-digits to reach anyone. Now, we’re seeing the end of 7-digit dialing in the remaining holdout area codes. What did we really gain for all the trouble?

TidBITS: New Three-Digit 988 Crisis Line Number Requires Expanded Ten-Digit Local Call Dialing

So You Want to Summon a Demon? —Behind the Scenes

I get a lot of chat messages that are some version of ‘please tell me how to summon a demon.’

When I’m asked that, I don’t have the answer people usually want to hear.
Luckily, this insightful post by Venus Satanas thoroughly addresses the topic.

Many think the occult is a quick and easy way to do things, but in reality it’s not. The study and practice of magic is a lifelong journey, not a quick fix. If you aren’t learning and building your own spells along the way then you are just replicating another person’s work. You won’t have the opportunity to integrate it into your own spiritual being, allowing the process of magic to change you along the way.

Venus Satanas: So You Want to Summon a Demon?

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Email Ask Me Anything is tomorrow Saturday 4 Sep 2021. You will receive an email!

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Podcasts used in the production of this issue:

Never Stop the Madness: episode 489 (24 Aug 2021)

Housenation UK with Lee Harris: episode 173 (1 May 2020)

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Please enjoy the Dark Moon 🌑 this Monday and stay safe everybody! 

Infernal Blessings,

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