I’ve always had this dream of ticking some big burly biker off. Only to have him follow me back to my house, overpower me, and take me to his MC clubhouse to be made into their biker bitch.
Having them take me out of my life and force me into service for any man they need me to. Just a person in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Hello Pink Fairy. I have a request. I remember hearing a story of a boy on a beach, a helpless statue who could only stand and feel as those around him used him for their own pleasure, completely aware as others made him feel unwanted pleasure.
I would like to experience something like that for a week, to be fully aware but helpless as others use me. I will pay the price you ask of me for such an experience. Thank you.
At first I thought my new physical trainer roommate was one of those quirky environmentalist health freaks. Shortly after he moved in, he threw out half my food and started meal prepping for the two of us. I did need to improve my diet, and it did save me money on eating out everyday at work so I went along with it.
A little later, he somehow got my gym membership cancelled, and signed us up for a dual membership at this specialist gym that has two sets of equipment at each station. We are able to workout at the same time, while allowing him to keep an eye on my form during the workout. It was cheaper than my old membership, and I wasn’t going as frequently as I should have, so I didn’t complain.
It wasn’t long after that, I came home to find him walking around the apartment naked. He claimed it saved water by reducing the amount of laundry. He got me to take my shirt off, and it was more comfortable. Now I can’t imagine not stripping down to my boxers first thing when I get home. I’m still too modest to go full buck, but recently he suggested I switch to a jock strap as it uses less fabric.
A couple weeks after that, I was shocked when he jumped in with me during my morning shower. Not only did he bring up conserving water again, but also cited it would easier for us to scrub each others backs and it was no different than showering together at the gym. His firm strokes felt more like a massage, and I was flattered when he praised my fitness progress so it quickly became the norm of our morning routine to shower together. He genuinely seemed to be concerned with my well being when he demonstrated how to do a monthly testicle self exam during one of our showers.
At this point I was thinking I had been too cynical and misjudged him when he first moved in. He really is so conscientious and really knows how to be efficient. So when he suggested we could get more bang for our rent money if we shared a bed in his bedroom, I trusted him and didn’t immediately balk. It makes so much sense that an office/webcam studio would be a much better use of the space. We’ll be making the transition Friday after work.
Hey Pink Fairy! My roommate and I have started to have some problems.
He’s actually a great roommate — he’s kind, considerate, clean, and always pays his share of the bills. He’s straight, but is pretty gay friendly.
He’s also one of the most attractive men I’ve ever laid eyes on in my life. He works as a personal trainer at a gym down the street so his body is in spectacular shape — muscular and bulging in all the right places. Even in gym clothes his ass is a work of art. As if that weren’t enough he is seriously good looking with chiseled features, perfect dark hair, and piercing blue eyes.
Unfortunately, every time he walks in the room I get totally flustered and completely distracted. I can’t do anything but stare and stammer. I can’t seem to keep my eyes off of his beautiful body.
I guess I stared too much because lately my roommate has started spending less time at home and covering up almost completely when I’m around. Before he would be relatively nonchalant about walking around without a shirt, or strolling from the bathroom in a towel. Now, he rushes to throw on a robe or a hoodie and track pants whenever I get home.
I’m bummed that I’ve caused him to feel uncomfortable. I know I kinda perved on him a bit, but it was almost impossible for me not to. Can you do something to help my roommate really enjoy living with me?
Hey Pink Fairy, I’m stage managing a college production of The Boys in The Band but the actor playing the closeted guy came with early symptoms of the Bubble Boy Virus…
How am I supposed to keep him in line and keep the others from getting infected until after closing night?
I’m an AMAB nonbinary person and there’s this guy I would really like to dom, but right now he’s the dom and I’m his pup.
I would be totally willing to sacrifice my intelligence to have him turned into my mindless latex pup.
I know you must be getting annoyed with my asks, but I need the Pink Fairy’s help! After sucking my boyfriend off, I felt sick from the taste of his cum and I felt so turned off…
Can you help me so I won’t have any more problems like that? Maybe make me enjoy more than just a cock in my mouth?
I’ve been working out and taking supplements, including something to enhance my butt, with the hopes of becoming a muscle jock himbo with a plump, juicy bubble butt.
Any help would be greatly appreciated!
“So it’s decided, then?” said the president of the Delta Sigma Nu fraternity, peering out the window of their frathouse office at the twerp standing on their manicured lawn, pissing on their grass. The rest of the officers were sitting in a semicircle around his desk, faces impassive, but clearly irritated.
“Well, he’s been evaluated,” said the secretary, waving around a sheaf of papers that had arrived from their biggest sponsor, Hierarch Industries, just this morning. “We know what he is. It’s just a matter of whether we want to teach him his place.”
“If you ask me,” said the treasurer, “for the sake of the Cause, we shouldn’t just pluck any random omega from the streets and educate them.” He rose from his seat and walked to the window. He stopped just behind the president and clenched his jaw. “But that little fucker is really getting on my nerves.”
The president turned around and winked at his partner, copping a feel of his treasurer’s Alpha ass. “You look cute when you’re angry, babe,” he said. The treasurer rolled his eyes. “But you know where my vote lies. So… How do we want to do this?”
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My roommate is a pretty stereotypical jock. He is hairy, always sweaty, always reeks, buff as hell, and dumb as shit.
He keeps trying to get me to work out with him, which is understandable, but the weird part is he always tries to get me to wear his sweaty old clothes.
He gave me some old smelly boxers and a tank top stained with sweat from when he started lifting. He said his coach “made him wear it.” Do you think something will happen if I wear his reeking old clothes?