Andrew’s not so sure he should be doing this, but that pretty pink hole just looks too tasty to ignore.
I’m a new District Attorney, and my first solo prosecution seems to be a slam dunk. Public Indecency charges for a group of young men caught fornicating in broad daylight in a city park, all caught on tape. Instead of doing the reasonable thing and taking a plea deal, their defense counsel insisted on taking it to trial.
Not that I expected anything reasonable from this attorney–he’s been nothing but unprofessional. His “bubble boy insanity” defense is totally deranged, and his attire is wholly inappropriate. During opening arguments, his pants were so tight I could clearly tell what type of underwear he was wearing (and who in their right mind wears a jockstrap to court?)
As the trial goes on, though, I’ve caught myself glancing at his round ass and wondering what it would be like to have one of my own, maybe bigger. And I can’t seem to get comfortable in my seat. This case has gone on too long, I can’t wait for it to end.
Sean’s served up a platter of just desserts to his tormentor, Spencer. But a little omission made by his friend quickly turns everything upside down for the promising warlock.
So, I’m a university student in the cinema society. Every week, several of us meet to watch films. Normally they’re quite sophisticated, but recently we’ve only been watching dumb films with a bro-ish sense of humour. We just don’t understand the films we used to watch anymore. What’s happening to us?
One of my friends is getting married soon, so we took it upon ourselves to plan a bachelor party for him. We wanted to celebrate the fact that he was finally getting hitched — to be honest, we were really starting to doubt he ever would — as well as have one last blow-out together as bachelors.
We found this resort. It was out in the middle of nowhere, but it billed itself as “the Last Paradise of Single Men,” and we thought that there would be no better place to go for his bachelor’s party. The airfare was surprisingly cheap, and the per-night rate of the hotel was pretty much a steal. We were all more than happy to go on a party that wouldn’t break our banks.
When we got to the resort, we realized that they hadn’t lied on their webpage. There wasn’t a single woman in sight. Everyone, from the guests that were lounging around in the lobby, to the staff that were assisting new visitors, was male. And every single one looked like a veritable god, wearing tight t-shirts and speedos that showed off their enviable endowments.
Maybe that should have been a warning. A red flag that something wasn’t right here. But we were high on the idea of a great vacation and we checked in without a worry on our minds. Now, I’m not so sure. My friends, they’ve changed, and I’m afraid that I’m next.
I heard a rumor about a guy… The story changes every time, but it goes like this.
The guy takes something. It’s either a pill, a drink, or some sort of potion. He doesn’t notice anything wrong at first, until his clothes just… disappear. Then, a speedo appears on him. He can’t take it off. Well, he can, but whenever he tries another new speedo just shows up around his crotch.
People kind of notice the fact that there’s this guy just walking around wearing a speedo, but no one really questions it or says anything about it.
I heard that you know a lot of shit about this stuff… Do you… Do you know what happens when someone puts on one of the speedos that the guy has taken off?
Hey Pink Fairy, my roommate is a complete asshole and I need your help. We’re both seniors living in the athletic dorm on campus. John’s in football while I’m a gymnast. Most of this year the situation has been good but not great. I’m out and John has made it clear that he’s not all that cool living with a gay guy. Mostly his animosity was limited to muttered remarks, snide comments, and jokes whispered to his other football buddies.
Until last week.
Unbeknownst to me, John used his webcam to secretly record me enjoying some “alone time” in the room jerking off. Now look, I’m a healthy, fit, red-blooded young guy who enjoys sex with myself as much as I enjoy it with another guy. And I kinda get into it, moaning, playing with my nips, fingering myself, sometimes even feeling up my own muscles. Anyway, that day happened to be a major session where I went all out and finished with a loud, powerful orgasm.
When John saw what he had captured he wasted no time in showing it to his buddies who, in turn, encouraged him to post it to our campus social media. Five minutes after that I was a laughing stock. Everywhere I went people pointed and laughed. I went into the student union and felt a cold chill run down my spine when I heard my own lusty moaning coming out of some guy’s phone. I ran back to the dorm, only to find John and his buddies hanging out in our room laughing. I had nowhere to go…and I wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
Pink Fairy, we need to take this asshole down. Will you help me?
What I loved about the Super Sucker series was that a guy was already into hypno before he was put under and felt dirty about it.
So, it might be fun to read about a guy, who had been mind-controlled by a supervillain in his highschool days along with his sports team, and is still carrying a torch for the man who had once enslaved him. And maybe that supervillain is getting released early from custody for good behavior.
With a little bit of help from his chemistry professor, Axel finds out what being a teacher’s pet really means.
Hey, I’ve recently started at a new job. Personal assistant… But you gotta do what you gotta do in this economy.
I have to work in the boss’s office and he has a bit of an issue with control. He’s the one that sets my schedule, the hours that I work, when, how many, and how long my breaks are… At first I thought it was really freaky, but I think I’m starting to appreciate it. I like the structure. The discipline… It’s actually helped me start going to the gym again…
But a small part of me wants him to take even more control… I want him to tell me what to do and how to do it… How to dress… It’s weird… But I want him to tell me what to think, now, too…