Haven and Hearth Literotica Latest: A Plea for Moderation

[Zeler]

Its not porn. Its an art.

[MagicManICT]

Its not porn. Its an art.

Don't get me wrong. I don't agree with how you put it, but I will say that porn is art. There's just a legal viewpoint that many nations have where people under a certain age can't be allowed to access it.

[Patchouli_Knowledge]

Actually I believe there is a difference though since pornography is actually purposed to be erotic. However, what fits into this category is a very blurred definition and that is not helping the fact that porn and art are neither mutually exclusive nor inclusive making it one mesh pot of standards of what is and what is not.

[Onep]

A Plea for Moderation --- The Virgin’s Tale

A pasty and fleshy mound of a man, Granger found himself hunched over the crusty and sticky remains of what once passed for a keyboard. His stubby fingers furiously pounding away at keys; issuing a harshly worded warning towards yet another defenseless forum poster. “These internet villains will not get off so easily…”, mumbled the Haven and Hearth moderator. Suddenly, with a trembling crash, lightning filled the room and the cellar door was ripped forcefully from its hinges. There stood the fully sculpted figure of Sabinati, and his bulging cock, swaying to and fro like a pink elephant's trunk, casting a shadow upon the muck below. The dancing light of moon and rain created an aura of power under which Granger could do naught but to tremble under its enigmatic glory. He raised his thin and wretched hands to his eyes, peering through his dirty long fingernails encrusted with gunk and filth.

“Granger!” Boomed the sturdy and oaky voice of Sabinati. “For too long you have lorded over the fine Inn of Brogdar from this filthy inner-cellar. (see, it’s a pun on inner-party) I’ve come to moderate the moderation.” The mound of man and filth attempted to flee this awesome presence. Its hulking limbs proved too weak as years of stagnation and neglect had taken its toll. Sabinati deftly manhandled the beast to the cold mildew-riddled cellar floor. Granger fell hard, his porcine mass sprawling over the cement revealing a number of scabby growths and infected bed sores.

“This oppression and cruel tyranny ends here, Granger. The exceptional and upright gentlemen of Odditown want me to deliver a message.” Sabinati shook his head in disgust, preparing himself for a deed that must be done. As Granger lie there writhing in his filth, Sabinati began removing his belt. “If I must relinquish my lifetime of chastity and wizardry for this… so be it.” The beast’s eyes bulged, its mouth ran dry, and its plaque-ridden heart made a pathetic attempt at quickening. It knew what lay in store.

Pre-cum began forming around Sabinati’s throbbing member. Pulsing blue veins began rushing blood forth to the shiny, wet head which caused his now erect cock to take on a fiery red colour. Granger began flailing, but could not get himself upright as tears welled up, until his anguish burst into a waterfall of rancid sobs. Sabinati reached forth with his muscular fingers, nimbly working apart the rolls of fat which blocked the way to Granger’s virgin boypussy. Sabinati reeled in disbelief as a putrid smell wafted up from the unexplored chasms of Granger’s backside. “Phwoah!” He exclaimed. Despite being taken aback by the sudden smell of rotten flesh, Sabinati knew his mission, and would not consider cancelling it.

“You’re a little dry.” he exclaimed. Sabinati stuck his thumb in his mouth. Gripping the fat around Granger’s tiny asshole he began to work his wet thumb in and out to loosen up the tension in the stressed beast. “That feels good doesn’t it Granger?”. Granger continued to softly weep as Sabinati manipulated his sphincter with his thumb. Sabinati vigorously began to work Granger’s asshole, causing flecks of feces, grease and dead skin began to collect around his finger.”You’re a dirty little maggot aren’t you.” his sturdy voice observed. Once Granger’s love-cavern was sufficiently wet and worked in, Sabinati drew his thumb out, reached around and fish-hooked Granger with his stinky thumb and screamed “Does that taste good you little shitter?”. He shook his face around with his thumb in his mouth, before pulling his hand out and smacking the back of Granger’s head.

Sabinati lifted the hulking mass of flesh that was Granger by each leg, positioning his maggot-infested fuck buddy to face against his masculine form. Sabinati slowly lowered the hulk upon him until Granger’s filth-soaked man-pussy was in contact with his pristine hole-demolishing cock. Roaring an ear-shattering war-cry, “DO YOU WANT THIS COCK?!” Granger, after suffering the taste of the foulness of his depths, hesitantly nodded in agreement. Sabinati hadn’t paid attention to his response and pushed Granger forcibly upon his raging phallus. Sabinati began screaming uncontrollably “AAAIIEEEEEEEEE.”. Granger’s hole was painfully stretched by the power of Sabinati’s erection, a force that would render his filthy anus gaping for months to come. Sabinati forcibly pounded into Granger’s cavernous depths numerous times, but Granger began pushing his hips back into his enraged cock. Sabinati was disgusted by this and attempted to regain dominance by shouting another utterance of his war-cry, stronger and more powerfully, “AAAIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.” In doing so his thrusts grew more powerful and obtained deeper reach into Granger’s body, punching his prostate. A thick coat of blood, pre-cum and feces began to coat Sabinati’s cock, when he decided to unsheath himself from Granger’s depths.

Sabinati smacked Granger in the back with his powerful hand, which felt to Granger as a gauntlet of metal. Granger’s air exploded out of his lungs as Sabinati placed his hands upon Granger’s shoulders and forcibly guided him to the ground. Granger kneeled as Sabinati rubbed his hands together. Sabinati obtained a firm grip over Granger’s greasy, and generous love-handles and positioned his erection in line with Granger’s rancid man-hole. Sabinati uttered a firm grunt as he thrust deeply into Granger. When Sabinati had fully encroached his cock into Granger’s depths the air was filled with the sound of their hips slapping together and Sabinati’s war-cry, “AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.” Sabinati continued thrusting into Granger’s slick, puckered hole, with increasing pace. Granger began working the muscles of his anus to squeeze Sabinati’s cock in time with his thrusts. Sabinati realized his time was coming and attempted to remove his cock, however Granger’s ass was clenched so tight around his shaft that he was unable to remove his erection. Sabinati let himself free within Granger’s man-hole, drowning Granger’s anus in warm sperm, and it is with this final wave of pleasure that Granger relinquished his grasp over Sabinati’s cock and Sabinati released himself.

Granger sat on the floor, exhausted, sweaty and used up in a pool of semen that poured from his gaping chasm like a spring. Sabinati pleased with himself allowed his erection to weaken back into a flaccid state. Granger sighed in relief, that the situation had finally come to an end. Suddenly Sabinati gripped his cock, aimed it at Granger’s beady eyes and began to release a steamy stream of urine. The piss coated his hair and burned his eyes and he struggled to find gaps to breathe under the salty, yellow torrent. Granger began coughing and wheezing and agitatedly shifting his head to avoid the steady stream of hot piss lapping against his face. The powerful stream began to weaken after several minutes, and Sabinati shook the excess off onto Granger’s surprised face. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Sabinati let loose a forceful punch right into Granger’s nose breaking it in several places and creating a geyser of blood to flow all across his lumpy and grossly misshapen stomach. Sabinati began to walk to the door, picking up Granger’s dirty cumrag, and threw it back over his shoulder, landing on Granger’s face. “Clean yourself up, you filthy muggle. Maybe one day you’ll be half the moderator that I am.” And with that, Sabinati vanished back into the stormy night.

[jordancoles]

[ChildhoodObesity]

riveting tale m8

[DDDsDD999]

I believe in this piece sabinati, the powerful and impressive figure, represents metaphorical acts of justice in the world. He appears suddenly in a flash of light, as many acts of justice may seem to those who are being helped by them. Light is also widely represented as a symbol of goodness. Sabinati is willing to give up things precious and dear to him such as his chastity, wizardry, and sense of well-being. I also believe that the blood that rushes towards his throbbing members resulting in a "fiery red colour" is a metaphor for warfare for the purpose of justice. These representations of the consequences of justice beg the question of is justice always worth it? However, he goes through with these acts because he knows the results help others, and not necessarily himself. Clearly, the work illustrates how the act of justice in this case is worth whatever consequences may happen. While this work leaves many questions, a question I must ask is, what is the act of justice this piece asks for?

[Keiriku]

Signed in Granger's memory.

[jorb]

Too much Autism + LSD. Hel.