The Wicked Ways of the Wendigo: Pleasures of Death

By Slade Hardin

Warning! This is story about men having sex with the undead. It has been written for the pleasure and entertainment of the reader. Sexual encounters within this story are graphic in nature and may be considered disturbing to some, and erotic to others. Read at your own risk, or enjoy at your own pleasure.

Four fraternity brothers are sent on a hazing to spend the night in an abandoned Anasazi cave. They soon discover their sexual desires for one another and the four pair off, until they are visited by an old Indian man who warns them of the dangers of being there. The men don’t heed the warning and soon discover the wicked ways of the wendigo.

• Language: English
• Publisher: 5 Alarm Books
• Release date: Jun 2, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311475336

Slade Hardin

I always felt I was born to write and I love history. I grew up in the great Northwest and have moved around the country before settling back to right where I started. The open country gives me inspiration. I like to read, fish and ride horses. I enjoy hearing from my readers. You can contact me at: [e-mail].

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Pleasures of Death

Wicked Ways of The Wendigo

Slade Hardin

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I don’t know if I want to be in the Frat this badly. It’s fucking scary out here. I mean, I know we’re in a cave, sort of, but it’s creepy. These Anaswayze or whatever Indians all disappeared, right? Mysteriously. Nobody knows where they all went. It creeps me out, Biff said, running his hands across his overly-muscled chest.

With all those muscles, aren’t you big enough and tough enough to take on anything? This was said by Keith, a brown, spiky-haired man, as he tried to start a fire in a pile of brush he had gathered.

Yeah, I probably could, Biff said. But there’s other shit out here, you know, snakes and scorpions and shit. They can sneak up on you and zap--you’re dead. As he said this, he made a quick dart over to Sam, a cute, well-built, dark-blond man sitting near Keith, trying to fan the fire.

Sam fell back on the ground. Wow, you’re an asshole! Why don’t you help instead of standing there fondling your chest and playing with your nipples. He brushed off his