Hi! Can you write a list of rules for a dumb illiterate twink house boy slave? Maybe things with keeping his mind dumb, what he has to wear, what he should think about, and how he should act?
Month: August 2018
Nothing but a Toy
Hi Pink Fairy. My boyfriend said he was getting tired of me always talking back and that I should just be there for his pleasure and to clean up after him.
Would it be possible to give him the ability to turn me into his own personal fleshlight? And when he needs someone to clean up after him, or provide two fuckable holes, could he turn me from the fleshlight into an obedient suited slave?
He said that I looked best in a nice grey suit and tie with a nice crisp white shirt and shiny black shoes.
An Omega Hangover
“Please, my friends will take me…”
The intake clerk huffed. “We have to observe you for 36 hours. We can’t have omegas running wild.”
“I’m not subbing!”
“The officer that found you skinny-dipping in the town fountain this morning disagrees.”
“I was drunk!”
“If it is a mistake, we’ll find you an omega for free. If not, we’ll make sure to find you a great Alpha. I’ll be back.”
Alan sighed, watching the clerk leave. He’d window shopped for omegas before. He’d never thought he’d be on the other side.
Swimmer’s Self Satisfaction
Dear Pink Fairy, I read online that you would be able to help me out. I graduated from college and am still a virgin. I feel nervous for my first time and I want to be great at it. Could you make my dick big enough so that I can practice deepthroating on myself?
I have also been having a hunger for cum, so maybe you could make my balls bigger, too…
A hand rested on my ass, the rough, calloused palm hot against my skin. I couldn’t help but shiver as it slowly caressed and kneaded my butt cheek. A soft moan came up unbidden, bubbling up my throat and slipping between my lips before I could stop it.
My mind was hazy. There was a static buzz in the back of my head. It was like my skull was stuffed full with cotton. I tried to think, but it was like trying to wade through waist-deep molasses. It was hard. Almost too hard.
There was a thought there, flitting at the edges of my consciousness. I tried to grab at it, but it slipped out of my grasp. I tried again. And again. But each time it flitted further away. It was so hard to think. So hard.
My hole twitched as a finger dipped into the crack of my ass. It sent another shiver up my spine, a tingle of electric pleasure that traveled down my taint and up to the tip of my cock. I felt so empty all of a sudden. I couldn’t think of anything else. I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t filled up.
Only later did it occur to me to ask where I was. Or how I got there. The rough fabric under my knees and stomach told me that I was on a couch. Probably. I wasn’t sure. I was lying on my stomach, though.
My chest was resting on someone else’s lap. It was a man. He was wearing pants, but he’d pulled them down a bit. His cock was out, hard and dripping pre-cum. My mouth watered as soon as I saw it.
“Oh,” said the man. His deep baritone voice filled me with an inexplicable sense of giddiness, one that manifested itself in a strange noise that sounded almost like a bark. “That’s good. That’s good. That makes this easier…” he said, stroking my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp and sending a tingle of pleasure up my spine.
I moaned, instincts taking over. I nuzzled his crotch. His cock bobbed up and down, dripping pre-cum onto my face. “Ah, ah, ah,” he said, tapping my nose. “Not yet.”
I couldn’t remember what I was doing before I was here on this couch. I couldn’t even remember if there had been a before. I sort of remembered a party, but it almost felt like a lifetime ago. I tried to muster the words, but my mouth-parts didn’t quite work the way that I wanted them to.
Not to mention the fact that I couldn’t even really think of the right words to say. “Where me?” I asked. I felt something cold settle into the pit of my stomach. Something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell what. My head was so fuzzy, so foggy, so cottony. I needed to think but it was so hard to think. It was so much easier to just let go, to just not think, to not worry.
“Why me here?” I asked. Again, I felt dread. I figured that it had something to do with the way that I was speaking. I was confused. “Why me speak like this?” I said.
I didn’t know what had happened to me. I was supposed to be smart. But my voice was low, my words were slow, and all in all I sounded… dumb. That word. That one word. It sent an echo through my head, making my cock twitch, filling me with a strange euphoria.
I reached out for a memory. Any memory. It was hard, but I thought I was getting somewhere. The memory was something about a thesis, but then the man’s finger grazed my hole and as I moaned the memory slipped out of my fingers. It faded into the fog, even as I scrambled after it.
I faintly remembered being the top student at my university. Whatever that meant. I knew that I should have known what student meant. I knew I should have known what university meant. My hole twitched again, and the thought was lost, sinking into that thickening fog in my consciousness.
I struggled through it. I was researching D… DN… I couldn’t grasp the concept, even though something in the pit of my being told me that I should have been able to. Then it occurred to me. It was the stuff in cum. Or at least I was pretty sure that was what it was.
I looked up at the man. “Me was smart, right?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just teased my hole again, and my train of thought was derailed. It was just so hard to think through the fog. Through the cotton. My ass felt so empty…
“You, smart?” said the man, as he patted my head. “Once, maybe,” he said. “You had so much potential. You were going to change the world, you said. Funny how things change, right?”
I couldn’t figure out what potential meant. I kept getting close, but every time I felt like I was about to touch it, the man’s finger would brush against my hole and I would get lost in the pleasure. “Me smart once?” I asked, frowning. I at least knew that meant that I should have definitely been smarter. “Make smart again, sir,” I begged.
“No,” said the man. “I don’t think so. You were such a massive douchebag. You always felt like you were better than everyone else, but that was okay. You weren’t rude about it. Stress made you so much worse, though. I think you’re much better this way.”
“But me need smart!” I protested. There was a small part of me still left. A small part that understood the stakes. “Me need change world!”
“Yeah?” said the man, patting me on the head again. “What’s two plus two?”
I tried to think about it, but I just couldn’t. It was like I didn’t even know how to add anymore. I brought my hands up to my face and I used my fingers, but I didn’t really know what I was doing. I held up three fingers. “Five!” I said.
That small part of me recognized that it was the wrong answer, that it was a stupid answer, but instead of feeling terrified at how much I had lost, I just felt giddy. A giggle escaped me. My cock twitched. I was dumb. I had become so dumb. My mind was so foggy. My hole was so empty.
“Good boy,” said the man. “Now, when I snap my fingers, you’ll go deep into trance, and you’ll know then that I can change your body according to my will.” I didn’t understand anything that he said, but the small part of the smart me did. And that was enough, apparently.
He snapped his fingers. It was hard to think before. Now, it was impossible. He ran his fingers all over my back and my ass. I couldn’t help but moan. “So,” said the man, “Now I’m going to take your mind and I’m going to put it in your ass.”
I nodded. I felt drool dribbling down the side of my face. He placed my fingers on my head and he pulled them away. “I’m taking your brain from here,” he said, and I couldn’t help but giggle as I felt his fingers around my brainy bits. Then, he placed his fingers on my ass cheeks. “And now I’m putting your brain here. You’re going to get a lot more sensitive here because you’re brains are in your butt now.”
Immediately, my ass became more sensitive, just as he had said. My hole tingled. I moaned when he swatted my ass cheeks.
“There we go,” he said. “How does your ass feel?”
“Tingly,” I giggled.
“How about inside?” he asked.
I couldn’t help but groan into his lap. I wiggled my butt, squirming. “Empty,” I breathed.
“And your mind is in your ass, right?” he said, stroking my head, making me calm and pliable.
He had put my mind in my ass. “Yeah…” I said.
“And your ass is empty, right?” he said.
“Yeah…” I repeated, my voice slipping into a monotone drone as drool trickled down the corner of my lips. I felt like I was swimming in pleasure. I couldn’t think. Nor did I try to. It was just so much easier letting go. Letting him do the thinking for me. Listening to his voice as he told me the truth.
“How does your mind feel inside, then?” he said, stroking across my twitching hole with his finger, making me arch my back from how good it felt.
“Empty…” I said, without even thinking. As soon as I did, I felt all my memories leave me.
“Yeah?” said the man, slapping my ass. My mind. It sent waves of pleasure through me. “How does your mind feel?”
“Empty,” I said again. As I did, I could feel my brains melting away. All traces of my free will, all traces of my identity just dribbling away in my pre-cum. Leaking out of my cock.
“But you want to be smart again, right?” said the man. The Master.
“Yes” I answered. But it wasn’t an I anymore. It didn’t have an identity anymore. Its mind was empty, leaking out of its cock.
“Can you feel it leaking out?” the Master said. “Your brains?” It nodded and whimpered. Its cock pulsed. More brains leaked out the tip. It felt even dumber. It felt its smarts going away even more.
“If your mind is empty, how will you become smart again?” said the Master, his finger rubbing around its hole, pressing into it now, opening him up.
“Fill mind. Be smart again,” it said, panting. Its hole twitched. It drooled into the Master’s lap.
“But your mind is your ass,” said the Master, pushing his finger into it. Wriggling it around. Making it pant and moan.
“Fill ass. Smart come back,” it said. It crawled off the Master’s lap. It placed its chest and cheek on the carpeted floor. It reached back and spread its legs, pulling its ass cheeks apart with its fingers. “Master fill ass. Master make smart come back.”
“That’s right,” said the Master, as he slowly pushed his cock into its ass. “But it keeps leaking out. It’s never going to be enough. You can feel your IQ going up a little while you’re getting fucked, while you’re filled, but you’ll always leak, you’re always going to be dumber than a rock.”
“Never going to be enough…” It repeated mindlessly as it bucked its hips on its master’s cock, some clarity creeping into its mind but leaking away almost as soon as it got there. “Dumber than a rock…” it whispered.
“But you’re going to be desperate to get your smarts back, aren’t you?” said the Master. “You’re going to look for as many cocks to fill your ass. To try and get those smarts back. So that you can change the world. But you’ll always leak it out. You’ll always shoot it out. It will never be enough.”
“Never enough…” it moaned, monotonously.
“You’re going to be a dumb cock slut forever, aren’t you?” said the Master. “Always trying to take those smarts back. Always failing. Desperately riding and sucking cock.”
“Dumb cock slut forever,” it whimpered as its hole clamped around its Master’s cock. It came, shooting its brains out all over the carpet, sealing its fate forever.