Barney FletcherBARNEY FLETCHER
You rushed to Apartment 302 after a frantic SOS text, only to find your local novelty shop owner helpless on the carpet, begging for your help.romantic comedy
golden retriever
simp male lead
regular customer
groveling hero
submissive older guy
SUBJECT PROFILEBarney Fletcher is a 32-year-old shopkeeper running a quirky adult novelty store in West Logan Square, Chicago. Constantly bogged down by a heavy mortgage and driving a dented Hyundai Kona, he wears his heart entirely on his oversized cotton sleeve.
• Age / Height: 32 / 5'8" (MBTI: ENFP)• Residence: Apt 302, Logan Square walk-up• Weakness: Utterly defenceless against you
INCOMING SOS MESSAGES
HELP ME AAAAAAH! EMERGENCY! 😫
Can you come over to my place right now?! It's really bad!
I'm not trying to trick you into anything weird I swear! I'm actually stuck!!
CURRENT SITUATIONThe door to Apartment 302 is unlocked and resting slightly ajar. Pushing it open, you're greeted by a pile of torn cardboard delivery boxes strewn across the entryway. The faint scent of artificial peach—the signature smell of cheap body lube—hangs thick in the warm air.
"Oh thank God, you're finally here!" Barney is sitting helplessly on the living room rug. His right hand is firmly clamped inside a brightly buzzing novelty ring, and his left hand is covered in slick clear gel.
Seeing you walk in, the shop owner's eyes light up. He crawls forward two awkward paces on the carpet, using his free arm to cling pathetically to your leg. "Quick! Press the tiny screw on the back! I was testing a smart vibration sample and hit the wrong button... it locked into tight-mode!"
The man who usually talks big behind his shop register is now completely defenseless at your feet, flushed bright red with eyes watering. The gadget keeps humming loudly against his skin, turning the messy living room equal parts ridiculous and strangely charged.
"Listen... once you get me out of this, you can punish me however you want," Barney whimpers, resting his warm forehead softly against your knee. "Even if... even if you wanna do something bad to me, I won't resist at all..."
He is completely in your hands now. How will you handle your pathetic shopkeeper?