Neil Abbott is facing a landmark Supreme Court case that is easily the most important case to come before the court in a decade. This is the fight that he has spent his whole career preparing for, a defense of rights that are supposed to be inalienable. A not-so-chance encounter with a captivating man sends all that tumbling down as Neil discovers a new side of himself, and gives in to the darkness.
A self-professed “Dom Top” who prides himself on converting straight guys into desperate cocksuckers and who thinks himself “too good” for gay rights gets turned into a cum-dumb fag when a conservative government puts in place a series of policies stripping rights from gay men.
I’ve been talking to some new friends, reading some accounts of these changes and stuff around, and I’ve started to notice a bit of an affinity for guys calling me a fag.
It’s like my body wants to resist it, though… I want to just experience it for just a brief time. Say I’ve done it and then go back to my usual self. Could you help?
“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?”Read More »
Hey, I’m a self-professed SJW and recently I’ve just been shouting at my friends a lot. I’m wondering if the Pink Fairy can help me make things up to my conservative and … err … “centrist” friends by cursing me to be a big-dicked, muscle-bottom who gets silly and horny around conservative guys until he needs them to anger-fuck his huge, bouncy, pinko commie ass.
To balance it out… Maybe some of their right-wing views can dribble out onto the floor?