Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2018 18:42:00 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: From straight to bitch club part 10

From straight to bitch Club

By Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>

m/M, college, reluctance, cum drinking, non-reciprocation, mild domination
(one-way sex).

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Part 10

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------------ Hi, everyone! I'd like to apologize for disappearing for so
long. I've been through a difficult moment of my life. Depressed, mostly. I
just couldn't write anything that pleased me, although I kept trying. Just
couldn't finish anything. Now I'm moving on, and I think I'm getting back
to normal. I have a lot of plans, which still include the book and a
website that I'm developing.  So, I present the next chapter of `from
straight to bitch club.' Hope you all enjoy! I know I haven't answered
e-mails, but I'm back to business, and it includes answering them. Hope you
send me e-mails to keep me going. This time, hopefully, with no
breakdowns. Please, do send me e-mails. Cheers!  ------------ Funny how
time flies when we're having fun, and I had a great time listening to
Kevin's story. I could see myself as his brother, doing to Patty what Peter
did to him. I just don't think I was willing to share Patty yet. I wanted
to have some good time deflowering him first, turning him into my willing
slut before making him aware of his need of cock. Of that I was
conscious. It was simple like putting two and two together. If I made him
hungry for my dick, he'd end up craving all sorts of cock, not only
mine. That's the nature of a slut, and I didn't want to turn him into a
respectful boyfriend. But how would Patty look like when turned into a
whore? I still only knew Patty as `Bob'... Was that his real name? I was
confused.  Kevin wanted to get acquainted with Patty, but as we were
talking, I wondered whether I'd done a good thing going all the way there
to see him. What if Kevin scared Patty? I think he noticed my discomfort
and talked about something else as my thoughts wandered. I was suddenly
caught by surprise when he asked if I'd fucked other guys before.
"Yeah... This one guy" I answered as I thought of Steve. I think now I
shouldn't be telling Kevin about my personal life, but wasn't that what he
did when he told me about his first time? His mischievous grin told me
something about his intentions or was I just overthinking my presence
there?  My revelation caught his attention. I told him about the time I
fucked Steve at his workplace while he attended customers. My words
brightened his eyes. I think I could feel him salivating as I detailed
those moments with Steve. Well, I can't say I wanted to make that
personal. Probably, unconsciously, I started to make my life as a top,
boy-pussy fucker, public. I just didn't know that yet.  "Don't you have to
get ready?" I asked out of nowhere. The place was unusually empty for a
competition. There were a few guys on the back who couldn't hear us, but
not too many.  "Chill. It's still early. I had other people to talk to, but
I doubt they'd say anything as exciting" he grinned again.  "Anyway. I
should get going..."  "No way, man. I first need to meet the guy who
changed you that much. You said he's here, right?"  "Yeah" I mumbled as I
reached for my phone, already anticipating Kevin's coming request.  "So
get'im here."  And so I did. I sent a brief text to Patty asking him to
come over the lockers. I looked at Kevin and thought of killing him if he
did anything that could compromise my plans with Patty. Probably, I looked
a bit nervous as he asked me to chill again.  "I'm chilled, just don't try
anything with him or else."  "Hey, relax" he smiled. "I'm here to help
ya. Trust me. I promise that by the time he's out from this room, he'll be
another step into becoming your fuckhole."  "Just don't do anything
stupid. He's not like you, and wouldn't be fucked as you were by your
brother."  This time, Kevin just winked as if he had everything under
control.  I could hear more people getting in the lockers as we waited. As
Kevin stood up and started looking for something inside a bag that was
placed beside him, I took the time to take a look at the guys who were
talking on the other side of the room. The metal lockers blocked us, so I
moved towards the end of the wall and found three guys talking. I've seen
them before in one of those bodybuilding magazines and a few websites. I've
never really paid attention coz I wasn't really into their sort of
physique. Just too big for my taste. I'm more into definition than
size. They seemed cheerful. Shirtless, they were big, veins popping out of
their pumped biceps. Little fat, the bones on the faces were
prominent. They should be my age or younger. One of them saw me as his eyes
scanned the room, but he didn't seem to care and returned his attention to
his friends. I didn't notice Kevin getting near me.  "Those two on the left
are Jay and Kay. They're brothers. Good guys" Jay and Kay waved at Kevin as
they saw each other. The other guy looked over his shoulder but didn't
bother to say hi. On the other side of the room, I saw the door opening and
Patty getting in.  He had changed his t-shirt. Now he was wearing a black
top that showed his arms. It stamped the image of a cartoon male character
making a bodybuilding pose. He might have bought that horrible t-shirt as
he waited outside. I can't deny I was a bit proud of him. I've never seen
him showing off his arms like that, although that would be totally normal
for a guy. Maybe he was getting out of the shell after everything I told
him. I knew it meant something, it surely did.  His shorts were still the
same. As he walked to us, I did notice Jay and Kay staring over Patty's
back. Those shorts did make his ass even greater to look. I think I was a
bit jealous as if I already owned the boy. I invited Patty to follow me as
we got back to the area we were before, where no one could see us.  "Patty,
I want you to meet a good friend of mine," I said as Patty put his eyes on
Kevin. "This is Kevin. Kevin, this is Patty."  "I'm Bob, actually. I don't
like my name, but I still go by Bob" he corrected me. They shook hands.  I
squinted my eyes, ready to say something but Kevin had a better idea.
"What's the problem with Patty? Everyone here has a nickname, and Patty
suits you fine" I noticed Kevin had that same smile turned now to Patty. It
seemed as if everything was funny for him.  "Why's that?" Patty demanded an
explanation.  "Coz you've got a big forehead and I naturally feel like
patting on it" he laughed as he did as he said.  I don't think Patty had a
big forehead, but he smiled as Kevin patted him on the head. "Shut up."
Did he fall for that? I couldn't believe it. That was the most stupid idea
to call someone Patty, and would he accept it? His surname was Pattinson,
that was why I called him Patty, not because I felt like patting him on the
head. But thinking of that, I understood that making another guy submissive
demand making him happy. Of course, sometimes we do need to impose our
ideas and force them on them, but we'll often find ourselves struggling to
make some ideas clearer when they fight them. Bob didn't want to become
Patty. This is something worth explaining. Changing someone's name when the
person isn't a close friend, part of the family, and when he's not a child
can be very challenging. The name represents someone's identity, that's how
he presents himself to the world, it tells a lot about who he is. Someone
whose name is Bob won't go by Patty if it embarrasses him. Being Jay or Kay
ain't denigrating, but Patty is different. When I think of the name Patty,
I think of women. Why would a guy adopt such a name? But it was important
to have Bob presenting himself as Patty. It would take some time, but it
had to happen.  "As I said, I still prefer my name..." he continued.  "I
know, but trust me, you'll be way more famous if you go by Patty. What if
you become Patty Beckers? I can see that name on the cover of a magazine."
I didn't see that coming. Kevin remembered my last name and put it as
Patty's surname. Becker's – the one who belonged to me. Patty looked
intrigued and unprepared for that, but he still smiled. I couldn't believe
he was considering that.  "Why Beckers?"  I've said this before, but it's
always important to see how someone reacts when exposed to something
potentially humiliating. Also, the time the guy takes to react is very
worth noting. The faster, the better. It shows his real thoughts on that
idea. In this case, I'd said a `no way' or `fuck you' straightaway. But
Patty wasn't me. Plus, don't forget I was calling him Patty for quite a
while already. The name wasn't new; probably even his girlfriend called him
Patty by now. The only line we had to cross at that time was the thought
that `Patty' was a humiliating name. And the only one who could change it
was Patty himself, which should come out of him voluntarily. He had to
introduce himself as Patty.  "Well, that's your instructor's last name, if
I'm correct?" Kevin turned to me.  I just nodded as I still didn't know
what Kevin wanted with that. I didn't need to wait long to understand.
"It's something we do when training with someone famous as Karl here" Kevin
motioned to me. "We adopt their surname, so we get part of their fame. It's
like a shortcut to success."  "So, why not Bob Beckers instead?" Patty
asked. Again, always pay attention to these questions. What do they say
when faced with the unexpected? In this question, he's adopting my surname
already, not even noticing the `s' after Becker.  "Think with me," Kevin
started hanging his arm around Patty's neck, "who's Bob? Anyone can be Bob,
right? You need to make people aware of you as an important
bodybuilder. You want them to remember your name. You need a name that can
be associated with you, your face, your body. I look at you and see
Patty. We can create a story about patting on your big head, and people
will quickly think of you when they hear the name `Patty.' That's just
fantastic! Seriously, you should trust Karl more. He knows everything about
this world."  Kevin patted Patty on the head as if he was a good boy, a dog
that fetched the newspaper and brought it to its owner.  "We can sell you
as a gentle bodybuilder. You know, people usually think we're all heartless
athletes who only think about muscles, chicken, and sweet potatoes. You
could change that. What if I get you in one of those magazines you like? I
could arrange that. I'm sure you wouldn't be on the cover yet, but you'd
have a picture there, I'm sure."  "Really? Is that even possible? I haven't
competed yet" Patty's eyes were shining again. I guess he had already
forgotten the name issue. Did that mean he accepted it? Kevin wasn't
kidding when he said Patty would be more into his submissive role before
leaving that room. And the best part is, he didn't know that.  "You don't
need to. There're sessions for aspiring athletes. They do that to motivate
more people to try bodybuilding by showing beginners. You could talk about
the reasons why you want to be one of us, what you're doing to achieve your
goals, and even say Karl is your instructor. That would be more than enough
to get you in there."  "That's really a good idea," I said after
considering all the options. "I thought it was too early for that, but it
can work out before his first competition. He'd get the judges' attention
even before showing off on the stage."  "Agree" Kevin continued with a
finger on the chin and eyes gazing Patty from head to toe as if analyzing
him. "Jay! Come over here for a minute!" he yelled so the guys could hear
him from the other side.  What was Kevin thinking now? The uncertainty was
killing me. It was so hard to read Kevin's thoughts behind his poker
face. Someone without his confidence couldn't be that mysterious. He could
do whatever he wanted. I had to think of strategies in case something got
out of control. I guessed the presence of Jay could frighten Patty, but I
couldn't be more wrong.  "Jay, I'd like you to meet a good friend of
mine. Karl, this is Jay. Don't ask me his real names coz I wouldn't know"
Kevin laughed as if that was a private joke I wasn't aware of.  Jay wasn't
as big as I firstly thought. Now he was closer I could see him better. I
shook his hand and noticed it was hardened by years of restless
training. His skin was darkened from what I judged to be artificial
tanning. I knew from experience that possibly he'd still spend a few
minutes spreading tanning lotions on himself, which I always considered
horrible but that did make muscles more visible for competition. He had a
squared face, white teeth that contrasted with the skin, shaved head,
well-defined muscles all over, but very thin ankles to my taste. I could
get from the way he exchanged glances with Kevin that they've shared more
than just friendship. They knew each other's secrets and mischief.  Patty
rushed and extended his right hand, so he could make sure he'd get the
honor of meeting Jay. In his face, an enormous smile of admiration and awe.
"It's an honor to meet you. I've been following your career for the past
couple of years. You're amazing."  Jay just said, "yeah, I know." I
couldn't tell whether he was just joking or if he was, in fact, that
snob. I was feeling a bit lost there. Kevin was in control of the
situation, and I was just watching the show as a mere spectator waiting for
the next move. He seemed so comfortable. Had he done that before? Probably
not, it was simply the obvious difference between someone who was proudly
out of the closet for years and someone (me) who was still new to learning
the ways of dominance and subjugation. Kevin made me aware of how much I
still had to discover.  This isn't just the journey of a straight boy
becoming a bottom slut; it is equally the story of a man turning into a top
fucking master.  A second after Kevin's interruption, Jay turned his face
back to me. "I remember you. I think I had a poster of you on my wall when
I still collected them" Indeed, I had a picture of mine in a double-paged
article of a bodybuilding magazine. I never thought I'd be on someone's
wall though. It should've been a few years since I quit bodybuilding, but
it was already so far in the past I forgot I had been an influencer.
"Yeah, it should've been me" I replied in a way many bodybuilders usually
do. I shouldn't play the humble guy now. I was an awesome competitor a
couple years ago, and I had to show myself off in front of Patty.  Jay
turned to Kevin again, "I don't have much time. There's a new masseur who's
waiting for me on the back room."  "Don't worry; it won't take too long,
just need an opinion." Kevin put his hand back on Patty's shoulder, "Karl
brought a pupil here to see how things work. The boy's got potential, don't
you think?"  Patty wasn't a boy; he was a man. Still, Kevin knew as well as
I did that to make someone aware of who they are, you got to use
repetition. That's how you learn anything in this life, from language to
behavior, just keep on doing the same thing repeatedly, and soon you gotta
understand anything you want. Even if you aren't aware, you're getting
yourself into a trap.  Putting it simply, the secret to manipulation is the
slow repetition of a common attitude until it sinks into the extent
behavior is changed. For obvious reasons, the older the person is, the
harder it is to adjust to a new reality. Some will be reluctant, they will
fight, struggle, and a few won't accept it. Usually, if that's the case,
just move on, there's nothing to be done. Usually, the easier targets are
those who hardly say `no,' don't fight back, don't have opinions about
anything in special. But it doesn't mean that those who are full of
attitude won't change. They are just harder to bend.  To avoid failure,
you've got to do your research. Everyone is different, with certain
peculiarities and tastes that are unique to them. You've got to know all of
those. Befriend your target and learn everything you can about him. Patty
wanted to be a bodybuilder; he would hang posters of half-naked men on the
wall. There's an open door there I should take advantage of. But that's not
Patty's main characteristic. Above all, he was so eager to become a famous
athlete; he'd probably do anything to achieve his dream. That's the bottom
line of transformation. In different degrees, everyone wants to become
something else. Being an athlete, the CEO of a company, the fucking
president of the country, you've got to associate the boy's dream with a
twist in their sexual behavior. Patiently, make them think that attitudes
that until yesterday was considered gay by him are natural and then move
from there. From a simple patting on the butt to fucking his
asshole. Everything is just a matter of time and ability to deal with the
unexpected.  "I think so" answered Jay. "He's got a good pair of legs,
that's for sure."  "Don't you want to introduce yourself?" Kevin asked
Patty.  "Sure. Sorry. I'm Bob..."  "Nah, remember what I told you" Kevin
stopped Patty. I was considering Patty's options at the moment. Would he
keep on insisting his name was Bob, or would he accept his nickname for the
first time? I'd bet he'd go with the first option. He wouldn't fight Kevin
and create a situation before Jay. It took him a few seconds. I heard him
taking a deep breath. A quick, but a decisive one.  "Patty" he finally
said.  "Patty what? C'mon, you gotta do it right, or it won't work."  I
could see Patty's forehead shining with sweat as his eyes wandered from one
side to the other. He couldn't be more uncomfortable. I sat down on the
bench as I accepted that the whole situation wasn't about me. Patty needed
to take his time and let his new identity sink in. But the question
remained – would he? Kevin wasn't willing to let Patty's indecision ruin
his plan. He got a mobile from his bag and made a call. Whether it was a
real one or not, I couldn't tell.  "Hi, may I talk to Simon. Kevin Smith
here" Kevin winked at me. Probably, it was just acting. "Simon? Kevin,
doing well? Nice, hey listen. I've got here someone you'd like to meet. A
newbie but a lot of potentials. He's got THE legs. Needs some working but
it will make a cover one day. You can follow his progress maybe and see
where it goes. Great. Patty Beckers. I know, right? Yeah, Karl is his
coach. I knew you'd like it. Awesome. Talk soon" That's about it. Kevin put
his phone back into the bag and confirmed Bob's baptism as Patty Beckers.
"You'll be famous, Patty. Simon is the best." Kevin was very cheerful.
"Patty Beckers, uh? That can go big" Jay said with a smirk. "And you've got
the legs of a champion from what I can see."  Patty was wearing shorts with
sneakers so that we couldn't see much more than his ankles and the bottom
of the knees. His calves were impressive, I confess. These are the muscles
you're either born with or not. You can make them tougher, harder, but you
can't make them look much bigger.  "Simon asked me to send him some
pictures of you and your legs, Patty. Can we do that?"  I've done that with
Patty before. He looked at me, expecting an intervention. I wouldn't. I
couldn't see any harm in seeing Patty showing off himself to others. This
was actually a good chance to see whether he was getting more comfortable
with nudity or not. Showing his legs to me privately was something, but to
complete strangers was something else. Well, I wanted him naked in a
restaurant, like Steve, so no harm in watching him being coerced by Kevin
and Jay in a locker room.  Patty now was sweating, and his confidence was
gone. He was a shy boy, which made me even hornier. I've seen shy chicks
before, and they were sluts in bed. I saw a lot of potential in him. Shy
people leave so much to the imagination. Being shy or reserved is not the
only way to play with imagination though. For example, I'd never sent a pic
of my hard dick to a woman before meeting her. What's the point in showing
off my body when she knows in advance what I have to offer? I'd send a pic
of my dick getting soft after cum, still with a wet drop on the
tip. Probably, a size that was not impressive, but I'd throw some effort to
have a good shot, a nice angle that made it look appetizing. This makes
such a big difference. Imagination is everything.  I dare to say Patty
looked cute when he raised his shorts with both hands and showed his
thighs. He was not only shy but naïve too. That's the best of worlds
when you want to turn a straight guy into a bitch. Anyway, I knew Kevin
wouldn't be happy with just that. I wouldn't.  "Wait. Let me make a video
instead. It'll be better. So, we do everything in just one shot, and I send
it to Simon" Kevin had plans I wasn't so sure about.  I didn't think it was
a bad idea, but I was ready to jump in if Kevin went too far. I was the
only one who knew Patty enough to judge how far he'd be willing to go. I
didn't want him to go away and be upset with me. This could hinder his
`slutting' process.  "First, look at my phone and introduce yourself. Say
your name, and I mean `your' name, age and a brief introduction of your
life as an aspiring bodybuilder. I'll make a few questions as well, so you
can answer honestly. Just try to make it work coz I can't edit this."
Patty forgot about the shorts and tried to get rid of the sweat that was
now running down his cheeks and reaching his chin.  "Relax. We're all men
here" Jay started a discourse I was very used to. "You gotta show yourself
if you want to be one of us."  I suddenly caught myself wondering how far
Patty was willing to go to become one of us. As I looked at Patty, I saw
the expression of someone whose dreams deceived him. The face of someone
who wonders if that dream is achievable. Was that a breakthrough moment
where he'd just give up and leave? Patty looked at the camera. Kevin moved
his right hand indicating Patty could start talking.  "My name is Patty
Beckers; I'm nineteen. Karl Becker is my coach. I'd like to give a brief
description of my workout routine."  Wow! That sounded like a different
man. I noticed Kevin turned his head towards me as if he wanted to brag
about changing Patty in a way I couldn't. I preferred not to return the
look. Instead I fixed my eyes on Patty and struggled to read him. Could
someone change that fast? What was he up to?  He continued with that lame
spectacle, pretending to be someone he was not. I'm not sure why I didn't
like to see him introducing himself as Patty Beckers. That was one of my
goals, right? But it wasn't me the one who did that to him. Well, human
beings are complex, and I'm not an easy person.  "Now, let's see how you
look like, Patty" Kevin instructed. Patty was ready to take off his shirt
but was stopped by Kevin. "Nah, don't bother about the chest coz we can see
you're not ready yet. Show us your legs. Those will be the champions."
Patty reached for his shorts, ready to raise them again and show his
thighs.  "Patty, I mean your legs as a whole, not just your thighs. Take
off your shorts" Kevin demanded.  Would this `new Patty' lose the shorts
without protest? And so he did. What the fuck? What was his deal with Kevin
anyway? Actually, the question I avoided was: What the hell was wrong with
me? He barely knew Kevin and was doing everything he wanted, but he was
such an annoying bitch whenever I asked him to obey me.  I must confess
that I wasn't paying attention to all details of what was going on. Here is
a mistake we all should avoid. Don't let your emotions take control and
blind you. The feelings of control and ownership I had over Patty made me
an idiot. The way they look at you, the gestures, body language in general,
everything must be carefully analyzed. I lost precious information that
could have helped me to make things easier in the future.  Kevin got closer
to Patty and kneeled a few feet away from those smooth legs that fucking
belonged to me.  "This is really a nice pair of legs. You gotta have more
definition, but the structure is here. I'm sure Karl will take care of
them. He's the best. You just need to trust him and do whatever he asks" I
wasn't paying attention at this point. Kevin was probably trying to help
me. Why wouldn't he? He confessed to being a slut bottom who'd cross oceans
for a dick. From what I knew, he had no interest in asses whatsoever. "Now
turn around so we can see the back" That's when I saw Patty's
resistance. He was trying his best to look comfortable for the camera and
those men, but we were approaching the limit of his self-imposed
compliance. He did have an issue with his ass. Something that happened to
him in the past, but he'd never dare to tell me.  Those were a few seconds
of simple silence. The time for a deep and calm breathing. All eyes on
Patty to watch the moment he finally turned around.  And there I saw the
purpose of all my effort. I've seen them before, but it was never
enough. Two perfect bubbles, one beside the other, covered by a thin piece
of clothing. Suddenly, I felt that all eyes in the room were filled with
lust and hunger. Kevin was jealous perhaps. That is the ass that turns even
the straightest guy into a boipussy fucker. Kevin would get double, thrice
as many dicks with an ass like that without any trouble or convincing. I,
who never thought of fucking guys, changed my life for that. That ass
represented the basic instinct to fucking and reproducing that is inherent
to any man. Nature decided to give it to a guy. What a blessing, but what a
burden for someone straight.  "Wow" it came from Jay.  "Can you raise your
shirt so we can see it better?" Kevin suggested.  Visibly uncomfortable,
Patty did as requested. He wasn't talking anymore, just taking orders. I
wondered whether Patty would be so receptive to obeying if we hadn't
met. If we hadn't gone through all the stages that took us to where we were
now.  I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I quickly looked at it and
saw `baaabe' on the screen. I should answer that. Cecile was still my
girlfriend, and it's been a while since I last talked to her. My eyes
wandered back to Patty; then my fingers turned off the mobile. I would have
to deal with the consequences later, of that I was sure.  Patty raised his
shirt and showed us a good part of his lower back. I felt like licking his
back dimples, then going all the way down to his crack. I'd lick his
asshole. Fuck, I wanted to bite his ass and slap it with both hands. I got
hard.  "Now we're talking" Jay showed interest, but I wasn't sure whether
he was gay or if he was just curious.  "Patty, you've got great
glutes. Maybe even more impressive than your calves" Kevin, still on his
knees, moved a bit closer to Patty. "But these are too big for a
bodybuilder if you know what I mean" and his hands touched Patty's undies,
as he attempted to raise the bottom of Patty's boxers and uncover his left
buttock.  I stood up as soon as I saw that. Patty wouldn't allow it, and I
couldn't let him get upset. Patty moved a step forward, Kevin asked him to
take it easy because it was normal. "Everybody does it. Karl must've told
you."  And I have. It could be awkward to step in and say it was enough or
wrong. Patty would think I wasn't serious when I said it was alright for
bodybuilders to check and touch each other. Well, this was the time
bodybuilders would check and touch him, I just didn't see it coming so
soon.  "Jay, you should get a closer look too" Kevin invited.  Patty's
color was changing from pale to pink as he fought against embarrassment. He
stood still like a statue, hands holding his shirt, head down facing the
floor, eyes shut as if the touching was painful.  Kevin took the chance to
be bolder when he noticed Patty wasn't moving. His fingers kneaded the
boy's glutes. Slow and gentle at first, but then with more vigor and
passion. Jay got a step closer but didn't touch it, even after Kevin's
invitation to give it a try. Jay didn't look interested, although Patty's
ass was something to write home about. I doubt Jay was gay, maybe
curious. I still didn't know what kind of relationship he and Kevin had.
Kevin then raised the other side of Patty's undies till it looked like he
was wearing a tiny bikini that only covered his crack. It was impossible
not to salivate when watching those two mounts exposed and so
available. Patty was biting his lower lip, and I didn't know what he could
be thinking, because he could have said something.  "Patty, we could make a
test here to see how successful you'd be on a stage" Kevin had another idea
I had no clue of. Still with his mobile on his hand and filming Patty's ass
very closely, he continued, "why don't you walk around the room like this,
then we film the reaction of the other guys here? I think Simon would be
even more impressed if he saw that other athletes are looking at you."
With his hands still holding his shirt, his underwear barely hiding
anything of his ass, Jay pulled Patty by the arm, and they started walking
towards the front of the room.  "Isn't this awkward?" Patty managed to ask.
"Course not. Everyone must be naked by now, but too busy to notice
anyone. That's the point. If we get them to turn their heads to see you, it
would be fantastic. Simon would know that you'd be good enough to be in his
magazine if you get the attention of those who buy those magazines. The
guys who are on the other side of this room. Got it?"  Well, I must confess
it made total sense to me. If I were willing to do anything to have my
photos running the country, I'd be down for that. But I was smart enough to
know that walking with my undies into my ass crack while I held my shirt up
high wasn't exactly something bodybuilders do. Patty did have an impressive
ass, but people would firstly look at him for the unexpected sight of a guy
submitting himself to such a degrading act.  "I don't know. I think you've
got enough already" Patty wasn't that stupid after all.  "Patty, trust me
on this. You'll be a star. People from all over will come to see you and
your muscles. That's the best feeling on the world and once you feel what
I'm saying you'll be addicted. You've got something only a few have, and
they envy you. They'd like to be you, but they ain't. Can't you see? I'm
not talking only about bodybuilding magazines; you can be on billboards,
fashion sites, you can make a lot of money. But you gotta start somewhere
first, and this is how it starts. You make people aware of your existence,
you lose your reservations and show off what you've got" "But you guys want
people to know me by my ass. That's kinda... you know... gay. I don't think
that's nice. They'll mock me. I'm not gay, and I don't want people talking
about my ass."  That's the time I decided to talk because Patty was the one
to mention the word `gay.' I couldn't talk about it unless he gave me a
chance. Otherwise, he could misunderstand my intentions.  "You still think
this is gay? What's gay for you? Is going on that stage and showing off
your muscles gay? Turning around and showing your back, which includes your
ass, gay? So, you think everyone here is gay? Is that your definition of
gay? I thought gay were men who loved other men. Am I wrong? The way you
walk or the way you dress doesn't make you gay. Now tell us, do you think
we're gay?"  What could he say? All of us together in that room would
intimidate anyone; and, whether we like it or not, most straight men do
consider offensive to be called gay. Well, Patty did. And, honestly, I
can't blame him for being reluctant when asked to walk around like that. He
used the word `gay' for that, which is wrong, but that was humiliating. The
thing is, ordinary people, associate being gay with humiliation, and they
don't even know what it means. In most cases, just don't bother
explaining. But when you're convincing someone that being fucked in the ass
and sucking dick is ok, you can spend some time on it.  "Just give me your
shirt and do as Kevin said. It's the chance of your life, and you're
letting it go just because you think everyone is hitting on you and the
world is gay? Think just for once! You're not that special..."  "But you
can be." Kevin started. "You're not special yet, but you can be someone
people won't forget. And all starts with something simple like walking in
your boxers. What d'you say?"  After a few seconds, Patty mumbled a `fuck'
and handed me his shirt. Now he was back on just his boxers, with the
buttocks exposed. I got his shorts and shirt and put them on the bench. And
he began the walk of shame that I followed closely.  As he turned around
the lockers, everyone on the other side saw Patty on all his glory. No one
was paying attention, but as he kept walking, the six or seven guys who
were chatting and laughing stopped to see the new guy. No one said a word
till they saw Patty's ass. They weren't necessarily praising Patty for his
impressive bubble butt but making fun because he had his boxers pressed
into his crack.  "Hey, Pete. You should try that" said one to another.
"Yeah, the newest trend in the bitchland. Reminds me the slut I fucked
yesterday."  Well, this wasn't what I expected, and neither did Kevin.
"You jealous coz you got these chicken legs. The boy is a newbie here and
would have all of you beaten on a leg competition" Kevin was filming the
guys' reaction. He knew how to communicate with them, and it had its
effect.  "Just a lucky bastard," said another.  "There you go" Kevin
laughed. "Show me all that jealousy. Bet Patty here has all girls craving
to bite his ass. Isn't that right, Patty?"  "I dunno, Kevin. This is
weird. Ain't we done yet?"  "Relax, Patty" Kevin continued, then turned his
head towards a smaller guy, on the other side of the room, who was bench
pressing to pump up his muscles a little bit. "Tim, why don't you come here
so we can compare your legs with Patty's here?" Kevin smiled at us. "He's
got the best legs among us, and I still think Patty's better."  "Oh, that I
doubt" Tim stood up and walked to us. He didn't hesitate to let his shorts
drop and show his jockstrap underneath.  Kevin took the chance to whisper
in Patty's years. "See? If you were walking around in jocks, no one would
have mocked you.  "I've told him that already," I thought it could be a
good timing to reinforce the idea he'd better wear straps than boxers.  "I
guessed so. You should do whatever Karl says, Patty."  "Gentlemen, this
sounds fun, but I've still got a lot to do. Have fun" said another who just
got up, stripped naked and went away into another room. His physique didn't
interest me whatsoever. He's got a very lean body, and his ass was tiny
pure muscle. It wouldn't jiggle if fucked. What could be the fun to fuck a
wall of bricks? I'd lose a tooth if I've ever tried to bite something like
that.  Anyway, what mattered was the influence that space could have on
Patty. He had to see nudity as something normal among men. But I knew he
wouldn't feel comfortable showing his dicklet to other guys. Well, it
didn't matter. If we could get him to feel alright when showing his ass
though, I'd feel much closer to turning him into my bitch.  "Turn around"
Tim ordered Patty as if he was his boss. I think Patty was getting a bit
more comfortable as he realized Tim was wearing even less than him. Not
only that, other guys around were stripping as well, and he wasn't in the
spotlight anymore.  Tim stood right beside Patty while Kevin recorded the
two of them. As I expected, Tim had a harder ass, but again, not really my
type. Kevin and two of the guys that remained around were giving their
opinions when Tim made a quick joke that made Patty smile. The ice was
breaking. Naturally, spontaneously, as it must be.  Jay, who was just
watching, decided to join the conversation and the competition. "Oh, C'mon,
Tim. Patty may be the best, but you ain't even the second best." And, with
that, he let his shorts drop and stood on Patty's other side, so Patty was
in the middle of the three. Now with three asses to see, I was in ass
heaven.  What else could I say? Jay did surprise me, not only for showing
off his ass to us but for having an incredible bubble butt that would fit
into my list of most fuckable asses ever. Although his upper body was
strong and muscled, his butt and thighs were not as well-defined. That
wasn't good for a bodybuilding contest, but it was perfect for a hungry
top.  "I think we've got ourselves a winner here. Patty's the best" Kevin
announced.  "You kidding me, right?" Tim retorted. "He's got no
definition. I'd beat both of them on stage."  "Dude, the boy is just
beginning, and he's got a lot of potentials. Just accept it."  "Whatever"
then turning to Patty, Tim advised, "but you better train hard, or don't
bother coming."  Kevin finally stopped filming, Jay put his shorts back on,
and Patty went after his clothes, unaware that his buttocks were still out
for everyone to see. Jay excused himself and went to another room that had
a sign on it saying, `massage room.'  "I think we're done here" Kevin
whispered to me. "He might be more docile for you now."  "What's the deal
with Jay?" I asked as we were still alone.  "Nothing. Well, he knows I'm
gay, so he helps me to find dicks, and I help him to get pussies. When we
call each other, we just do what we feel we need to do and keep
pretending. Don't worry coz he wouldn't know what you're up for. Probably,
he's thinking you were just trying to make fun of the boy. It happens a lot
here. Why? I noticed you were impressed when he showed us his ass? Wanna
fuck him?" Kevin couldn't be more direct. I didn't know what to say.  "You
can go there and try your luck. I'll hold the masseur, and you give it a
try. But I must tell he's as straight as one can be. And I've seen him
breaking a guy's jaw once."  Patty was coming back when Kevin stretched his
arms to hold the boy by the arm. "Patty, my man. Karl needs to meet other
friends here. Come with me, and I'll find you a good seat while you wait."
And off they went. I was suddenly alone in the lockers, facing the door to
the massage room. I would fuck Jay but didn't know how. I had a plan for
Patty that demanded time and patience. For Jay, I had just my hard
dick. Well, I didn't want Jay as my personal bitch. I didn't care if he
went away and never came after me again. I didn't need to turn him into a
bitch for life. I needed him to be a slut till I got my cum into his bowel
or stomach. I could force or coerce him. I'd try my luck, so I entered the
room.  Jay was laid down on his belly on a massage table in the middle of
the room. He was wearing nothing but a towel that covered his ass. His head
was facing the wall opposite me. On my side, near the wall closer to me, I
found many candles of various types and sizes, lotions, creams and a lot of
other accessories.  "Good you came, Matt. I think I can't go on stage
today. That pain is killing me. I don't think I can even pose" he started.
"I know, Kevin told me," I answered. Jay turned his head to find me
watching him. I moved to the cabinet and started moving the candles and
lotions around as if I knew what I was doing.  "Why you here? Where's
Matt?" Jay asked. Matt should be the masseur he was waiting for. I've never
heard a thing about him.  "Kevin told me about your pain, and I know how to
make you feel better for the contest. Matt let me in coz we know each
other. Don't worry coz you're in good hands. I guarantee you'll be a winner
today."  "And where the fuck is Matt? Why is he not here to tell me that?"
Jay sounded upset.  "He's coming soon. Relax, alright? It's getting busy
outside, and he's been summoned somewhere else. Let me get you started or
are you willing to miss the contest? It's up to you" I glanced him in the
eyes, and he turned his head back to the other side quietly, giving me his
silent consent.  My head was spinning as I tried to imagine how to get that
guy under me. I remembered a lot of straight porn I watched but couldn't
see any of those being helpful. They always showed women massaging men who
were more than willing to have their bodies touched. Rarely, you see men
massaging women, but that wouldn't be of any help either.  Candles could
replace dildos, I thought. Wasn't it too obvious? Massages can always
become more intimate, but how to convince a straight guy to let another guy
touch his ass? Well, ass wasn't as much an issue as the asshole. Besides,
my plan included much more than just a touch. I wish I had drugs with me;
that's always the easiest way. Alcohol, weed, Viagra, ecstasy... they can
all be very useful and shorten the process. I'd include this way in the
Club's manual. But when that's not an option...  I found a lotion that had
a red label on it. I read something about anesthetic effect and limits of
usage. I saved that one. I gathered a few candles. I found an oil that also
had a red label on it (I was getting into red labels). This one promised to
be very relaxing and shouldn't be used before physic activities because it
could have a sedative effect. Well, I considered my options. First,
wouldn't be dangerous to use all of that on Jay? Probably not. He was a
strong young man. Secondly, wouldn't he be pissed if he couldn't compete?
Probably yes. But why should I care? He could apply for the next contest
anyway; there were so many like those. Plus, he was considering not joining
anyway.  I moved the cabinet with the selected items on the top. Closer to
Jay, I thought of a massage I saw once that used bamboos to roll them on
the body as if the muscles were a pizza dough.  I didn't know where he was
feeling pain. Well, it didn't matter. He was on his belly, so it should be
on his back. As he wasn't walking with a limp, I didn't think his problem
was on the legs. Lower or upper back? Who cares? I'd find out anyway.  I
got the sedative oil and applied generously on his back. I didn't know how
long it would take to make him numb, so I used more.  "Isn't that enough
already?" he asked. "I still need to tan, and the tanning lotion won't work
if I'm this oily."  "Don't worry coz I can help you with that too."  I
started by spreading the lotion with my bare hands. The towel still
positioned over his ass. I shouldn't go there yet.  "Lower" he directed me.
"I know. But everything here is connected. Gotta have it all over your
back."  His back wasn't appealing to me. I just wanted the ass, but a man
gotta work to get what he wants. Five minutes later, and more lotion
applied, he seemed more relaxed.  "You should be feeling more relaxed now"
I just wanted to be sure.  "You're making me sleepy. I can't be sleepy
now."  "Don't worry coz I'll make sure you're wide awake in no time."
After having my confirmation, I decided to start using the candles as
rolling pins. I started with the shoulders, then moved down. This process
was a bit slower than I wanted, but I had to make sure he was
cooperating. I didn't want Jay complaining I was trying to abuse him. First
gently, I noticed he was even more relaxed now and it assured me I could
move on, so lower I went.  As I got much closer to his ass, I was around
his back dimples already, I lowered the towel a little bit, which left his
crack half exposed. I did it very professionally as if all I wanted was to
get better access to his lower back. He didn't say a word. His eyes were
closed, and I wondered whether he was still awake. How strong could that
oil be, or how weak could Jay be? I pressed the candle harder against his
skin, and his grunting confirmed he was still awake.  "It's a bit lower,
dude. For Christ sake" he said half asleep. "I don't have much time."  His
voice sounded as if he was about to sleep; it was weak, low, and getting
lower.  I got a thick candle and put under his armpit, on one side, and
then on the other. "Make sure you can keep them standing. It will press
your chest and make your back feel better."  He did press his arms against
his body, as I instructed. There's no connection whatsoever with arms and
lower back, but this was all part of a bigger plan I had in my mind from
the time I saw those candles. I left the heaviest candle between his
shoulder blades while I used the longest one to roll on his lower back
between his ass crack and dimples.  "Right there" he managed to speak out.
"I know where the pain is, boy. But as I told you, everything is
connected."  `Everything is connected,' that's so true. Action and
reaction, boys become men and men can also turn into boys regardless of the
age. Being a boy is a state of spirit, of how a guy feels. Jay didn't fight
when I called him a boy, which gave me the green light to move a step
further.  I got two more candles and put them in the palm of his
hands. "Hold them as tight as you can. Don't let them fall. Just do as
you're told, boy, and we'll end soon."  This was also part of the plan, but
when I put the candles in his hands, I noticed he wasn't awake enough to
hold them tightly. I guaranteed myself Jay would be alright soon. The label
said the effect wouldn't last for more than twenty minutes. In the case of
Jay, it could last a bit longer, but not much longer.  As the candles were
placed in his hands, I removed the towel completely. I folded and put it
over his eyes. Jay wasn't aware of my actions. I think he focused on the
candles in his hands and armpits, in a way he didn't feel anything else. It
was time for me to lose my clothes too. But first, I pressed the plastic
bottle that contained the anesthetic lotion onto his buttocks and into his
ass crack and then placed a candle on it. It was laid down, like a sausage
between bread buns. I let the lotion sink in a little bit before lightly
placing the candle on top of it. I think that the lotion made it less
perceptible, plus, the heavy candle between his shoulder blades had his
numb body more focused on the upper back than the lower.  I had to leave
him like this for a while so that he could get used to the candles. I took
the time to strip myself naked. My hard dick was ready to penetrate Jay's
ass, but I still had some work to do. I applied a harmless lotion on my
body and made sure I was slimy all over, especially my dick.  This was
probably the most dangerous time of all. I had to actually touch Jay's
ass. The lotion was laying there, but I had to spread it. I didn't know
again how strong the lotion was, but I hoped it was effective enough for
him not to feel much of my hands kneading his buttocks.  Firstly, I used
another candle to spread the lotion, from the outer side it came all the
way till it touched the candle placed into the crack. I repeated this
movement on both sides very lightly. If I got it right, he'd be barely
feeling anything. It'd feel as if I was moving the towel around and not
touching him. I still placed another heavy candle, a short one, between his
dimples.  Carefully, I let go of the candle and put my hands over his
butt. I spread more lotion onto it, and I thought he couldn't feel anything
at all. His body didn't move; his hands were still trying to hold the
candles upwards, his feet laid still. No word of protest. I got the candle
from his crack and spread more lotion there too. But the challenge was far
from over. I still didn't know how to get the lotion into his hole. I
haven't still even touched it, and it's hard not to feel something touching
you there even if you're drugged. That's a sensitive part of the body.
"Jay? Jay?" I called him. He answered with another grunt. "You going to
feel something in your lower back. This part of the treatment is important,
ok?"  "Just... you know..."  "Yeah, I know. You gonna be a good boy and
don't move?"  "Dude, what... the..."  "Shhh... hold the candle" my finger
touched his hole and I spread more lotion there. This had to be very
slow. When I made sure it was numb, I'd move in a little bit. "The
candle..." I took it from his hand, then brought his fingers to my hard
cock. "Don't let it go. Keep your fingers around it." And so he did. I
would move my hips now and then, and he kept his grip firmly closed around
my shaft. The girth of the candle and my dick were quite similar so that he
wouldn't notice anything unusual. Well, not in his state.
 "Jay. It's all connected. The pain in your lower back, comes from here"
and I pressed my finger in his hole, still lightly, "to here" and my other
hand touched his neck. "The pain comes from the inside out, so we can only
get rid of it if we can reach your insides. Remember, it's all
connected. Here," and I got a thinner candle and pressed it against his
lips "just open and let it slide in. This way we can reach the problem from
the inside out."  I pressed the tip of the candle against his lips till he
gave up and it went half way into his mouth. I felt his hand pressing my
cock a bit harder as I slid the candle in, but it went back to normal after
a couple of seconds. He didn't have much strength left to fight me. That's
when I decided it was time to insert the tip of my finger in his hole. I
slid more of the candle in his mouth and, at the same time, I let a finger
sink into his ass. Sounds of protest were muffled by the candle, but his
brain didn't know how to react, and instead of letting go of the candle and
my dick, he pressed it harder.  "From inside out. Remember, the pain is
coming from the inside out. We're reaching it now."  I had to force the
lotion inside his anus till it was numb enough to insert another
finger. While I waited, a deepened my finger gradually till it
disappeared. On his other hand, the candle came closer to his throat. I
couldn't get it much further, or he'd choke.  With my finger deep inside of
him, I could touch his prostate. I've done my research and studied this
organ since I got myself turned on by Patty. It's not so simple to make a
man hard just by touching his prostate. Just the fact of inserting your
finger into his ass can make it so uncomfortable; no pleasure would be
achievable even if you did it right. Anything getting into someone else's
ass is considered as alien by the organism. It can burn, or even worse, the
person can feel like pooping or peeing. It's more or less like a gagging
reflex. If you keep inserting a finger in the throat every day, eventually
the body will stop responding, coz it'll not be considered a threat
anymore. The body can get used to anything, but the first time is not
commonly pleasing.  Many guys are into poppers because it retards the
organism's response to this `invasion.' An anesthetic lotion is perhaps the
best option, but that's not enough. It's important to pretend nothing is
happening. The guy being penetrated needs something else to focus on when
the first penetration occurs. A tongue penetrating deep into his mouth
could do the trick. I used the candle and made his organism more concerned
about the threat of being choked than the finger in the ass. Either way,
the first penetration will hardly be pleasing.  That's when it's so
important to know what to do with the prostate. The distraction will work
for a moment, but the finger in the ass will eventually be felt, and the
body will react. It's imperative to stop this reaction from happening coz
once it comes, probably there's no way back into pleasure. Moreover,
touching ain't enough. It needs to be rubbed; you can use the fingertip to
rotate it and massage the prostate as if you were polishing the head of the
cock. It can be as sensitive as a dick, so caution is never enough. In
other words, poking doesn't work, and the pleasure is never instantaneous,
so be careful and patient.  However, when it does work, the result is as
amazing for the top as it is for the bottom. It's a connection that is
made, and the bottom contorts to the simple movement of the knuckle of a
finger. It's easy to feel when such a connection is made, the bottom's body
moves almost involuntarily. Erection is not mandatory, but in most cases,
it'll follow suit. When I felt I had him on my finger, I moved around the
table and removed the candle from his mouth. Instead, I pressed my dick on
his lips.  "From the inside out. Feel your muscles relaxing and the pain
fading away. It starts inside and then outside. Inside..."  He was very
susceptible to suggestions for his sedation and numbness. My finger in the
right position would make things easier. I covered his nose with my
available hand, and he opened his mouth again. Almost half of my cock
disappeared into his mouth. I let him get used to the new girth penetrating
his mouth before inserting a second finger in his hole. The lotion was
helping a lot. It's not easy to penetrate a tight hole with two fingers,
but I couldn't feel much reaction from him.  "Your body is feeling better
already. Focus on your lower back. Can you still feel the pain? Do you
remember the muscle that made you come here? Can you hear me, boy? Deep
down there, what would you say?"  With two fingers reaching a man's
prostate you can play a little bit more with it. Put it between the fingers
and make a little pressure, very carefully, they slide the fingers around
and repeat. Now and then get back to rubbing with only one finger before
using both again. The most important part here is rhythm. Pacing is
crucial. Otherwise we get back to the body fighting the intruder. If the
cock is fucking his mouth, make sure the timing between the insertion on
one end matches the one on the other end.  From just letting his mouth
open, I felt Jay sucking me, imitating the suction I felt from his
asshole. Unfortunately, I couldn't fuck his mouth as I'd do with Steve, but
I was more than happy having my dick sucked by straight Jay.  I'm against
inserting a third finger in an ass unless I want to play with it. That was
not the case because I didn't have much time. Lotions and creams applied to
the skin don't have a long effect. I couldn't take my time.  I got my cock
out of his mouth and, this time, I knew I couldn't put the candle back in
coz he was in the sucking mode and could actually bite it once
penetrated. I removed the candles I had left over his body and got myself
up the table between his legs. I positioned myself right in the middle of
his ass and had my dick sliding through his buttocks. Maybe, in his
unconscious, he felt as if it was the old candle being placed back there.
"No pain anymore, boy. You're happy now."  I moved myself up and down and
made sure my body was rubbing against his. Once I felt he was ready, I
pressed the tip of my dick against his hole and slowly moved in. Here's the
problem when you use anesthetic lotions. Your dick gets a bit numb
too. It's best to wear a condom in cases like this. (Well, a condom is a
given, but especially when you're using anesthetics).  Fucking another guy
is an art that is very different from fucking a girl in the ass because of
the prostate. Getting to know it with the fingers help you to know what to
do with your dick. The idea is quite the same, but as the dick is longer,
the rubbing is different. The shaft needs to slide against it very
smoothly. Fucking from the back as I did is a good option for
beginners. Personally, I think it's the best one for a virgin, better than
standing on all fours. Of course, it depends on the top's dick. Positions
change if the dick is straight, bent up, downwards, or to the sides. Well,
each case is different and needs to be thought in advance.  It took me a
while to feel my pubes touching his skin. It was so fucking satisfying.
"Hold the candle, bitch."  Gently but with more vigor I fucked his ass. I
couldn't be very creative and more controlling coz I was afraid the
sedative would wear off any time soon. I wanted to nut before his coming
back to his senses. I wanted him to remember this fuck, not as being
violated, but knowing men can get off by being fucked. It's commonly said
that the female body has many mysteries, but people barely talk about the
secrets of men. The thing is when you think of men as penetrators. Indeed
there's not much to be said because dicks are visible, and adjectives come
fast to mind. But when we think of men as receptacles, things change. That
can't be seen nor described. It needs to be studied, touched, felt. Poor of
men who die without knowing this.  The fuck with Jay was quick but
intense. As my body was slimy, my chest rubbed his back with ease. Up and
down I could feel his shoulder blades touching my pecs. My belly massaging
his lower back, my legs intertwined with his. My dick buried deeply into
his warm hole. Our balls shocking against each other. I could feel his body
and mine as one.  "You're such a good bitch. Love how my dick stretches
your hole" I whispered in his ear. "Now I'll breed you, so you'll remember
you had a man inside of you."  Jay wasn't fighting me. He should be into my
spell already, as I imagined the lotion's sedative effect was wearing off
by then.  I came inside of him deep and strongly. He was mine now. He
wouldn't be able to forget he had another man filling up his hole with warm
jizz. As I finished, I unplugged myself from him. Jay didn't move. I
thought he'd be shy, so I'd rather leave and give him time to process his
new life as a receptacle for dicks.  I cleaned the oil from my body and the
few drops of cum that still came out of my dick. I put on my clothes after
throwing the towel on the corner. (I really hope someday, gay porn
involving `straight' guys being penetrated during massages will show how
straight men would really react to becoming a bitch to another guy. They
always seem so cooperative; it's just frustrating).  On the other side of
the door, I moved to the auditorium to look for Patty. The place wasn't as
crowded as I expected, but I couldn't see him anywhere. The contest was on,
guys showing their muscles on the stage, but no sight of Patty.  Annoyed by
that, I decided to go after Kevin. Back into the lockers, I found him on
the same spot I saw him the first time I got there. He was wearing now
nothing but straps. His body fake tanned, muscles pumped up.  "Kevin?
Where's Patty? Can't find him anywhere." I looked around; Jay wasn't there
either.  "I left him on the first row. You should've seen him" Kevin didn't
seem worried.  "Nah. He isn't there. What happened? Didn't you see him?"
"Oh. I saw him when I was on the stage. That's weird. I wonder what
could've happened. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to put him on my boyfriend's
side."  "You did what?" I just couldn't believe it. If Patty realized Kevin
was gay, he'd think I was gay too and would never talk to me again. "If he
said anything to Patty, then you know what could happen."  "Yeah, maybe he
did. Well, it couldn't be helped, could it?" he was so cynical.  "What
d'you mean?"  Kevin stood up and took a step closer. "I mean you come here
and say you wanna fuck a boy you barely know, but you ain't gay, are you?
Course not. You fuck Jay, but you ain't gay. What's wrong about being gay,
uh? If this boy were into you, he'd stay. Well, obviously he's not. So
first get into your head you're gay too, be more respectful and change that
disgusting attitude. You're not superior to anyone, got it? In here you're
no one. Your muscles don't say anything among us. You're just a failure."
My fists were clenching. I wanted to hit him on the face, but I was the one
being hit there. His words were harsh, but could them be true? I had to
leave and find Patty. As I moved to the door, Kevin continued.  "And for
your information, Jay is gay too. He wanted to get into a role-playing game
with you. Hope you enjoyed it as much as he did. Or d'you think you could
turn him gay with candles and lotions?"  "Fuck you."  I crossed the
auditorium and moved outdoors. I looked for Patty everywhere, but he was
gone. After a couple of hours of searching, I decided to go back home. I
never drove so pissed. I don't know if I was angry at Kevin, Jay, both, or
me. What have I done?  When at home, I laid down on my bed and decided to
call it a day. Not too long after my sinking into the pillows, someone
called upon my interphone. I couldn't be more surprised. It was Alice,
Patty's girlfriend. She wanted to talk to me. I guessed the goal of that
conversation straightaway. He told her everything that happened. She should
think I was gay and was hitting on her boyfriend. She'd slap me on the face
and call me names. Well, I deserved that and more. I still had to deal with
Cecile. Fuck! I just wanted to die.  I opened the door, and she came
in. She looked around but didn't say a word about my flat.  "Bob is quite
upset at you. You know that right?" she started.  "I can imagine. Don't
worry coz I'm not going after him again, ok?"  "Aren't you? I thought you
weren't a quitter" she sat on a chair near my desk.  "What d'you mean?" I
was lost.  "I've been talking to Cecile too. I think she wants to break up
with you. You're in deep shit."  "Why are you telling me that?"  "Coz I
have a proposition to make. And I'd take it if I were you."  Now I was
intrigued. What could she want from me?  "And what's that?"  "I know you're
into Bob, or Patty, as you prefer. He's got a nice ass, doesn't he? I know,
I like to squeeze it whenever possible, but he's not very keen. Anyway, I
think Patty has some issues with his ass that might indicate something... I
don't know. Maybe you can help him."  "I'm not following..."  "I think he
should be fucked by a man like you. Then maybe he can decide whether he
likes it or not. But he's too shy, too reserved... D'you get what I'm
saying? But I have my own issues too. I think I'm bi, and I also think I
like Cecile the way you like Bob. But Cecile isn't into that..."  "Still,
what d'you want?"  "I'll help you with Patty. I guarantee you'll get to
fuck him whenever he's ready. But you've got to help me fuck your
girlfriend. That's the deal. Are you in or are you out?"  That was the
one-million-dollar question. Could I do that to Cecile? Could I just lose
Bob and, probably, lose Cecile too? My head was spinning, and I had to make
a decision.  -----------------

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