Pretty Pink Ribbon

Brandon and I had been roommates for about a year. We knew each other from high school, but never hung out because he was two grades ahead of me. Years later, we ran into each other at an open mic in a coffee house near campus. I was trying to put a band together and he played bass so we started working on some music together. A couple months later, we had just started to get some gigs playing at a local bar. Around the same time, Brandon's younger brother was awarded a baseball scholarship and moved out. He asked me to move into his brother's old room and help cover half the rent. I agreed and since then, it's just been the two of us in this tiny house, unless you include the countless one-night-stands that Brandon brings home from the bar every weekend.

Brandon knew since high school that I was gay, but unlike the rest of the basketball team, he never made fun of me for it. We talked about it openly as adults before I moved in. Brandon was the one to bring it up, right after he told me about his proclivity for sleeping with random women he hardly knew. He assumed, incorrectly, that I was just as promiscuous, being a young gay male. On the contrary, I had only slept with a handful of guys since graduating and they were all monogamous relationships. I didn't have many gay friends and was shy meeting new people, so I spent more nights than I cared to admit looking at porn online while listening to Brandon's headboard knock against the paper thin wall between our bedrooms while he fucked his latest conquest.

One of those nights online, a pop-up ad caught my attention. I know, I know. What kind of idiot would click on an ad on a gay porn site? But, the fact that it used my real name stopped me from closing it immediately.

"Asher, Control His Desires!" the text flashed repeatedly on a hot pink background. A cartoon penis appeared with a pink ribbon wrapped around its balls that tied itself in a bow around the shaft. Once the bow was tied, the cartoon dick shot up fully erect and squirted a drop of pre-cum. Then, my name flashed on the screen again, "Asher, Control Brandon's Desires!"

Wait, how did it know Brandon's name? This had to be some kind of malware reading my emails, or something. Still, what if..? I couldn't resist. Against all better judgement, I clicked on the ad. I used bitcoin just in case this was a total scam, which it almost certainly was.

Two weeks later, I got an envelope in the mail containing a long pink ribbon that looked like it was made from some kind of silk and a small card. "Pretty Pink Ribbon" was printed on the front of the card in large cursive letters. Inside was a series of technical illustrations showing how to properly tie the ribbon around the scrotum and shaft to stay secured tightly, yet still allow proper circulation for long time wear. The final instructions read, "Once engaged, the bearer will accept any suggestions and obey all commands. Enjoy!"