Jax tries to pull off the prank of the century on his childhood friend Spencer. Little does he know that an even greater prankster has him in his sights.
When Puck, short for “Pucker,” a virgin incubus who’s relatively low on the infernal hierarchy, experiences his first summoning, he thinks the time has finally come for him to either forge a contract or get his hands on yummy mortal spunk. However, Puck has been summoned by Ivan, a down-on-his-luck demon hunter who has no qualms with resorting to unscrupulous means to make a living. Using his arsenal of skills to exploit the incubus’ weaknesses, Ivan bends Puck to his will and uses him to drive a protection racket that makes the money rain.
O dear Purple Fairy, I beseech thee to hear my plea.
Okay, I can’t keep that up the whole time. My friend just turned eighteen, and he is really bummed that puberty only ended him at about five and a half feet.
He is one of the smallest guys in town. On top of that, people keep calling him ugly. I don’t think he is that bad myself, but he is kind of plain. Brown hairs, brown eyes, a large nose and big lips that would make you think he was bottom.
I see the pain on his face more often than not, and wanted to help him. Of course I don’t think he wants to wait twenty years for me to try to become a pharmacist and create a drug. So I have come to you to see if you could help him.
Please grow him, make him a dom and a prime example of your work. Give him a body even male models would be jealous of. I don’t care what happens to me, make me his bitch, another dom to be his bro. I don’t care. Just please help my friend.
Dear Purple Fairy,
I think my boy, Jimmy, asked your pink property for some help. I’d been plug training him to get him accustomed to my size, and he may have gotten too eager to please me. I came home from work to find him firmly working the largest plug and none of his chores completed. The loss in IQ isn’t a problem. His singular focus is always on me now, and damn if his ass isn’t a perfect fit. I swear it grips now.
Things would be great, except I like to spoon my boy when we sleep; nude of course. Really nestle his ass in my crotch, pull him in close and let him feel the weight of my love. Thing is, his ass is so needy now, I gotta keep him plugged 24/7 when I’m not plowing, otherwise he just restlessly whimpers and moans. A man can’t sleep with an unsatiated boy in his bed. But I don’t like the feel of the hard rubber base on my shaft, and it gets in the way of the morning sowing.
Could you make it so I can safely maintain a nine hour nocturnal erection? That way I can satiate my boy properly, with my meat not inferior rubber. Also, I don’t presume to tell a man what he should do with his property, but if the pink boy was mine, some discipline would be in order for disturbing a man’s sleep.
The CSS Methuselah is one of the first colonization ships to be commissioned by the Terra Confederation. Aimed at the nearest habitable planet to the Solar System in order to start the first extrasolar colony, the Methuselah is to be guided through its long journey by one of the most sophisticated artificial intelligences produced by humanity: Enoch. When Captain Frederick Anderson awakens aboard the Methuselah a hundred years after the mission was due to land, he scarcely has time to play with his rock-hard erection before he realizes that something has gone terribly, horribly wrong.
Andrew’s not so sure he should be doing this, but that pretty pink hole just looks too tasty to ignore.
With his brothers too busy fucking like jackrabbits through the entire male population of the Earth, Hades is left in charge of godly affairs up on Olympus since Hera, after her messy split with Zeus, has gone on to a more fulfilling marriage and wants nothing to do with the crown.
His only option is to leave his beloved Iron Prince, Perseus, in charge of the Underworld. With Ares agitating for war and the unbelievable amount of work that it would require from the ruler of the Underworld, Hades does what he believes is necessary: he gives Ares a lesson that only the Lord of the Underworld could.
I just made the football team for my university, and im super stoked! The coach is having us all meet up in the locker room later today, but his email mentioned something about new rules that he was gonna be enforcing this year. Some of the more senior players in the know seem antsy about it. I wonder if I should be worried?
Unbeknownst to Owen, he’s just gone on a date with a master hypnotist whose hypno-slave has made a request that will have vast implications for Owen’s life moving forward.
Hey Pink Fairy,
Why are straight guys so weird?
I was getting dressed after a great workout, when this really jacked dude I’ve seen around the gym walked up to the locker next to mine. Since we were standing right next to each other it seemed appropriate to make some small talk. So I said that I’d seen him around and it looked like he was hitting the weights pretty hard and that I was really impressed with his physique.
It was intended it purely as a compliment, but he got all weirded out like I was hitting on him or something. He says something about “no thanks…I don’t swing that way.” or something and stalked off after slamming his locker.
It was so embarrassing. And frustrating! I mean, ok, I guess he could tell I was gay. But just because a gay dude compliments you it doesn’t mean they’re trying to get in your pants!
I wish he could learn to loosen up a bit. I mean, the guy has a body of a fitness model. Why not be happy when someone appreciates it?