Honey Do (Patreon)

They told him it was dangerous to harvest beembo honey.

That no one could resist their sweet words.

Their honeyed kisses.

Their addictive golden brew.

They warned him a beembo's teasing touch would strip him of his protective suit and freewill in minutes.

But of course they were wrong.

He was doing such a good job resisting.

Why, he'd been sinking naked into a honey bath while a dozen beembos kissed and touched and adored him, and he was totally not a sweet, silly beembo drone.

In fact, he bet he could spend weeks with the dumb, giggly beembos and still be totally fine.

Totally in control.

Totally not a dumb, addicted thrall to beembo girls...