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Sorry folks, but today was SUC-TACTIC!
I went to the General Practitioner at 9:00 am for my 6 month check up (and to check up on what had happened at the start of the year). It seems I've developed a respiratory infection so I was given some of those horse pill to fight it (Azithromycin) ... which came with THREE Level Three drug interaction warnings ... including the freaking risk of death ~ when in league with my Clozapine ... WOOT!
Next I learned my Urologist has 'misplaced' the initial files on my testosterone prescription ... which came from my Endocrinologist years and years ago. Now I have to wait for two weeks (and two blood draws) to show I have low-T so I can have the pleasure of my wife injecting me in the tush every Monday night. Until then I will be running around with less energy than I am currently struggling with ... DOUBLE-WOOT!!!
And lets not forget I am having to remove all caffeine from my diet as well so I'm already pretty much a walking zombie ... Triple woot?
Lastly, thanks to snow last week, I have my entire family in the house until FRIDAY ... which is stressing out my normally hermit-like nature. I love my kids, but at the moment my daughter is working on her cosplay outfit for Animazement which she does in my Man-Cave because it has more room to spread out in. I'm slowly losing my ever-loving MIND!!!!
Progress report: Nothing really. I haven't done any constructive work in the past two weeks and very little before then. I am trying to put out a story I started on back in 2016 and I have a chapter and a half already developed.
I have done no work on the next chapter of Ebb Tide. I know where I want to go, but am unsure how I'm going to get there.
As always, if anyone wants to ready what I am working on, just drop me a line.
Thanks for all of your concern and take care,
James aka FinalStand

Slut Laura is on her knees sucking cock as Mike returns from the bedroom where he'd placed Phillip's purple luggage bag.
Phillip's smug suggestion that Mike take over for Laura was the moment Mike had waited for, had prepared for, had patiently endured several weeks of torment for. When Laura ordered Mike to, Get your pansy ass over here he sighed, walked slowly up and between Phillip's legs, humbly handed her a goblet of her favorite wine and knelt down in front of Phillip's slime-covered cock.
Laura took a healthy swallow of Chardonnay while smiling knowingly at Phillip with her sparkling eyes. She sat close to her once and future Dom and they both sneered as Mike slowly unbuttoned and spread Phillip's shirt apart to sensually stroke his chest before undoing the belt and pulling Phillip's pants apart and down far enough to completely expose most of his crotch and balls.
Mike reverently grasped Phillip's throbbing bull cock and leaned in while opening his mouth in the classic O shape. Just before the bulging helmet touched his lips, he paused, turned his eyes upward towards his wife and smiled, then looked at the Alpha male and said, Phillip, you've come into our lives and exposed my wife and I for who we really are. I thank you for that.
Phillip chuckled and he and Laura waited expectantly for Mike's ultimate capitulation. It was at that moment that Mike jammed the head of a 3800kV compact stun gun he'd palmed directly into Phillip's ballsac with a sickening crunch. Phillip's body arched and went rigid and his eyes rolled back in their sockets as the clicking electrical discharge worked its magic. Laura pulled backwards with a look of passive confusion as the effects of the drugged wine hit her system, then slumped over and rolled off the couch with a thud. Mike ground the stun gun into Phillip's groin and kept pressing the 5-second trigger a total of 5 times before withdrawing and standing up.
Mike's trap had sprung. He wasn't a wimp, he wasn't a cuck, he'd been sickened by the revelation of his wife's history, her perversions and worst of all, her rapid transformation into a manipulative slut in her own right. He'd spent much of the past two weeks thoroughly researching and accumulating a laundry list of supplies.
Reaching behind the couch he grabbed a small bag and dumped the contents onto the floor. Picking up 2 sets of steel handcuffs and an angle-iron spreader, he positioned the unconscious pair side by side on the floor, quickly stripped them and then lifted Laura atop Phillip so they were almost face to face. He draped Phillip's arms around his wife's back and cuffed them, then looped his wife's over and under Phillips embrace and around his back and cuffed her wrists so the pair were hopelessly entangled. He attached the spreader bar to their four ankles and inserted and tightly secured two penis gags in their slack mouths.
Now came the part he relished most. Taking a large syringe filled with a potent cocktail of female hormones and chemicals (including a 50-percent solution of calcium chloride dihydrate), Mike calmly injected the concoction into Phillip's balls and his cock’s spongy corpus cavernosum.
Mike sat in his favorite chair, exhaled and patiently awaited for Phillip to revive. He focused on slipping a rubber ring on an elastrator a trusted friend had borrowed from a nearby farm. It was Mike's turn to smugly stare into Phillip's eyes when they fluttered open, enjoying seeing the disorientation quickly replaced by dawning panic. Between the gut-wrenching pain in his crotch, Laura's dead weight and the spreader bar, Phillip could barely move; the penis gag limited his ability to communicate to huffing, puffing and fitful spluttering.
Mike patted Phillip on his head and whispered, Now, here's how it's going to play out, you prick. I'm going to use this device to slip this very tight rubber ring around that ball sack I enjoyed crushing and shocking earlier. It will cut off blood circulation to your testicles. Within a few hours, they'll be about as useful as TITS on a BULL. LOL There's a pun in there but you'll only figure it out later.”
“Laura will regain consciousness in about two hours. Not likely you'll be able to escape but even if you do, the damage to your family jewels is well underway. If you go to the police, they'll learn that you and my soon-to-be ex-wife had a sordid history, that you'd come back to town with plans to celebrate a school reunion with, as it turns out, a sick game of mutual bondage and autoerotica that got out of hand.
You seriously misjudged me. Instead of you taking control of my life, YOUR life's about to undergo an amazing transformation. I hope ruining my marriage was worth it, Phillip. I'll be back later tonight to check up on you lovebirds and notify the police of a humiliating discovery.
Turning his head to watch Mike walk away, Phillip tried to scream into the gag but Mike only heard a strangled groan. Mike picked up the bagful of implements, opened the front door, turned and took a bow.