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Chuck Tingle is a world-renowned master of the 'tingler'; a story so sensual, so erotic, and so powerfully gay that it will change the whole way you look at erotic romance literature. Collected here are three such tales of the living object variety. Are you ready to depart on a depraved journey of gay lust that will tingle you to your very core? If so, than this explicit collection is for you. POUNDED IN THE BUTT BY MY HUGO AWARD LOSSIt's the night before the Hugo Awards and nominated author Dr. Chuck Tingle is brimming with anxiety. Of course, he'd love to win the most prestigious award in science fiction literature, but winning comes with a lot of baggage and responsibility. On the other side of things, losing would be devastating in it's own right.All of this nervous tension comes to a head when Chuck is approached by the sentient physical manifestation of his potential Hugo Award loss, and is forced to confront his future as a writer head on.Soon enough, Chuck and his Hugo Award defeat are conquering self-doubt and taking a surreal journey through the implications of what it means to be a Hugo Award loser... all culminating in a hardcore anal pounding that transcends space and time.KISSED ON THE WEINER BY MY OWN WEINERHipper is a Las Vegas magician who's show is in serious need of an upgrade, but with ticket sales plummeting Hipper is running out of options. He needs the world's greatest magic trick, and he needs it now.The answer comes in the form of an eccentric scientist named Tomp, who promises real magic with the help of his five-piece box that cuts through the fabric of The Tingleverse using something called meta energy, and brings back a copy of whoever is placed inside. Unfortunately, when Hipper tests out the magic box, there is a malfunction that leaves him with a handsome sentient duplicate his own weiner.Soon enough, Hipper and his living cock find themselves on a wild night out in Vegas, culminating in a hardcore weiner on weiner blowjob that will tingle you to the very core.SLAMMED IN THE BUTT BY MY SMARTPHONE'S MISSING HEADPHONE JACKAs a marketer for Pear Computers, Relm loves his job, but when you're the leading innovators of smartphones and computers, the stress can sometimes be overwhelming. This year, however, Relm finds himself in the pickle of a lifetime when it's announced that the new mePhone 7 does not support a headphone input.Struggling to understand this bizarre choice, Relm follows a trail of clues deep into the world of living smartphones, ending up at an isolated cabin with a debatably obsolete sentient headphone jack named Bortel.Now Relm is questioning the relevance of everything, including himself, and coming to terms with his own worth by way of a hardcore gay auxiliary port encounter.