It had been weeks since the Hobgoblin's brood took over the nearby town - a start of consisting almost completely of men. Women, already a rarity in this growing province of Masculine Lust, were chased out of town the moment the Hobgoblin's overtook the human population in numbers. By then, it was near impossible for any man to escape with his humanity intact. At every turn, there were naked, ghouls who's dark body hair and curls contrasted against their red velvet skin like tossed coal on a fire. It was warm, seductive flesh enveloped with the smell of earth, roses and bodily fluids.
As the hobgoblin's grew in number, an invisible aphrodisiac clouded the atmosphere of the town and neighbouring woods. Simply breathing the air would soil any pants, prod the right places and make human flesh virile. As the humans learned, all it took was a smear of bodily fluids from these Hobgoblin's and they'd be taken, spun into a whirlwind of inhumanity intermixed with a primordial desire.
Few survivors remained, a spare few men hiding out and counting down their final days as simple humans. Who knows how long these men will survive? But regardless, whether alone or in groups, they knew their days were numbered...