“You’re not serious, Letters,” they accuse Fresh Cut Grass.
Language: English Words: 2,650 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 22 Kudos: 54 Bookmarks: 4 Hits: 349 “C’mon, Ashton, think about it: where would I have had the opportunity to experience sex before?" “Really? Never?”īut nope: “Really never!” Fresh Cut Grass confirms sunnily. "At The Factory, we always focus on improving our products. We produce high quality companions, prepared to your liking, and now even offer home deliveries and gift wrapping. If you're interested in entering our program, simply head on over to our factory lobby and sign up!" We also sell energy serums, produced by our men right here in the factory. There's very little content with elaborate fucking machines, and the majority of that only depicts women. So as a gay man, I said "fuck it" and made the content I was looking for myself. If you want to read a fic about dudes being manhandled by machinery and robot hands, and placed into elaborate mechanical contraptions (with a dash of tentacles and slime thrown in) that leaves them being fucked for hours on end, you found the fic for it.