A young couple wander off the path and are captured by a sentient vine who fucks humans for pleasure and breeding. A dark tale told in a mix of prose and poetry.
It was my opportunity to be on Television. Of course, I was only going to be grunting and making strange faces as one of the "Walking Dead". Still, the entire experience had a lot of side benefits.
Male-perspective bisexual: Colorado cattle rancher Jess stops, as usual, during a cattle drive to Omaha, Nebraska, to have his "go" at a male bordello along the trail. He's covered by Damon, who Jess mistakenly tells where his Colorado ranch is. When Jess gets back home from the cattle drive, he finds Damon settled in as a farmhand on the ranch and on his way to having his way with everyone in the family, all who succumb to him. What possibly could go wrong?