Cursing loudly, Chase slid into the robe that screamed “I’m a male whore, use me, please.” He cursed even louder when his body went into the bedroom and climbed onto the massive bed. What would happen now? The wait was eating him up. He wouldn’t do this. He had rights, right? Scooting to the edge of the bed, he tried to slide off the bed. Nothing happened. It was like an invisible wall was surrounding the bed. Surely that couldn’t be. Getting on his knees, he felt the edge of the bed. Sure enough, something was there blocking him from leaving. Chase scratched his head. That had not been there when he’d gotten on the bed. Sliding his hands up the invisible wall, he stood up and stretched his arms as high as he could. The wall was taller than him. Needing to see how high the wall went, he jumped, never taking his hand off the strange invisible wall. To his sorrow, it didn’t end. It must go all the way to the twelve-foot ceiling. Plopping himself back down on the bed, he flopped back and stared at the ceiling. This was so screwed up. Feeling an air current swirl around his balls, he reached down and straightened his robe to make sure nothing was showing. One look down and he remembered he was wearing a sheer robe. Everything was showing. He might as well be naked. The reason he was on this big bed practically naked rushed to the forefront of his mind. A big hot man…scratch that, a big hot fairy wanted to fuck him, then train him to be a fairy, then go retrieve their female mate and live happily ever after. Chase ran his hand through his curly brown hair. This had to be a joke. As he tapped his chin, the light bulb came on. Craig must have preplanned his payback. He was a brilliant little fucker. Craig knew he always planned some kind of crazy fun for his birthday. If it was over the top, he would pay Chase back. Looks like payback was quick in coming this year. Whew! It felt good to have that figured out. As a problem solver, it was important for him to be able to assess a situation and figure out what was going on. The purple cloud must have had some kind of hypnotic stuff in it. Why else would his body obey the hot fairy? That also explained the invisible wall around the bed. At least the purple cloud hadn’t messed with his mind, figuring things out was important to his sanity. The thought of that purple cloud surrounding them made him smile. Those special effects had been awesome! Even the ground had disappeared. Chase reached up and touched the fake tattoo on his cheek. It was probably some kind of enhanced henna. That would explain how his matched the fairy’s. One day he’d have to ask Craig how he had gotten it on his face without him feeling a thing. Craig had gone to a lot of trouble to pull this off. To show how much he appreciated his friend’s effort, he would play along. Reed seemed to like to dominate. Chase didn’t usually play the submissive role, but for Reed he would. The whole mating thing was a genius way for Craig to get him laid. Craig had been hounding him to get laid for over six months. Chase didn’t feel he was picky. He just needed more than sex in a relationship. That’s why he hadn’t gotten laid in over a year. At the ripe age of thirty, he was needing a change. He chuckled at the thought of the big fairy. Now that was a change! Thank goodness Craig was into safe sex. He would never set up a mating if both partners weren’t clean and healthy. Chase was glad he’d had time to analyze the situation. Now that he knew what was really happening, he could enjoy the ride freely. Getting laid by a hot fairy was suddenly very appealing. Heat surrounded his balls. Chase reached down and stroked them. Ever since he’d met the hot fairy, his body had been waiting for a mating. He chuckled at his own rhyming words. As he stroked his sac, he wondered if the gorgeous man was hung. He hoped so. A fire was building in his veins that only a well-hung man could put out. Stop