BedtimeStories18.Art
@bts18art.bsky.social
I explore masculinity through burly men in dramatic, explicit stories without happy end's. My characters embody raw strength and natural abundance—broad, heavy-built, full-bodied like a bear/boar, with a dominant presence and an undeniable, primal allure.
You think you understand the ritual — until Page 19 ?
Here, the ceremony ends and something far more intimate begins.
The priestess takes hold.
The offering is assessed.
And nothing can be undone.
And the story crosses a line it can’t uncross.
Follow the story on my DeviantArt or Patreon! 🎭
Here, the ceremony ends and something far more intimate begins.
The priestess takes hold.
The offering is assessed.
And nothing can be undone.
And the story crosses a line it can’t uncross.
Follow the story on my DeviantArt or Patreon! 🎭
January 3, 2026 at 9:53 PM
You think you understand the ritual — until Page 19 ?
Here, the ceremony ends and something far more intimate begins.
The priestess takes hold.
The offering is assessed.
And nothing can be undone.
And the story crosses a line it can’t uncross.
Follow the story on my DeviantArt or Patreon! 🎭
Here, the ceremony ends and something far more intimate begins.
The priestess takes hold.
The offering is assessed.
And nothing can be undone.
And the story crosses a line it can’t uncross.
Follow the story on my DeviantArt or Patreon! 🎭
Hey guys! Page 18 is now available.
The priestess steps forward.
The god is spoken aloud.
The body is declared.
This is where the harvest begins.
They never chased him.
They let the road bring him.
Page 18 reveals why patience was everything — and why Rendel was the right choice.
The priestess steps forward.
The god is spoken aloud.
The body is declared.
This is where the harvest begins.
They never chased him.
They let the road bring him.
Page 18 reveals why patience was everything — and why Rendel was the right choice.
December 13, 2025 at 9:59 PM
Hey guys! Page 18 is now available.
The priestess steps forward.
The god is spoken aloud.
The body is declared.
This is where the harvest begins.
They never chased him.
They let the road bring him.
Page 18 reveals why patience was everything — and why Rendel was the right choice.
The priestess steps forward.
The god is spoken aloud.
The body is declared.
This is where the harvest begins.
They never chased him.
They let the road bring him.
Page 18 reveals why patience was everything — and why Rendel was the right choice.
Page 17 of Dark Road’s Bountiful Harvest is now live.
He’s not even awake.
But his cock twitches, heavy and warm.
The men washing him try to stay professional.
But mass like that stirs hunger.
Page 17 is live. Come feast with your eyes.
He’s not even awake.
But his cock twitches, heavy and warm.
The men washing him try to stay professional.
But mass like that stirs hunger.
Page 17 is live. Come feast with your eyes.
November 26, 2025 at 8:37 AM
Page 17 of Dark Road’s Bountiful Harvest is now live.
He’s not even awake.
But his cock twitches, heavy and warm.
The men washing him try to stay professional.
But mass like that stirs hunger.
Page 17 is live. Come feast with your eyes.
He’s not even awake.
But his cock twitches, heavy and warm.
The men washing him try to stay professional.
But mass like that stirs hunger.
Page 17 is live. Come feast with your eyes.
Naked. Wounded. Alone.
He crawled through snow for a chance at freedom —
and found the truth instead.
There’s a reason they picked him.
And it’s mounted on every wall.
Page 14. Live now.
You won’t forget this one.
www.deviantart.com/bedtimestori...
www.patreon.com/c/BedtimeSto...
He crawled through snow for a chance at freedom —
and found the truth instead.
There’s a reason they picked him.
And it’s mounted on every wall.
Page 14. Live now.
You won’t forget this one.
www.deviantart.com/bedtimestori...
www.patreon.com/c/BedtimeSto...
July 30, 2025 at 12:37 PM
Naked. Wounded. Alone.
He crawled through snow for a chance at freedom —
and found the truth instead.
There’s a reason they picked him.
And it’s mounted on every wall.
Page 14. Live now.
You won’t forget this one.
www.deviantart.com/bedtimestori...
www.patreon.com/c/BedtimeSto...
He crawled through snow for a chance at freedom —
and found the truth instead.
There’s a reason they picked him.
And it’s mounted on every wall.
Page 14. Live now.
You won’t forget this one.
www.deviantart.com/bedtimestori...
www.patreon.com/c/BedtimeSto...