Date: Thu, 7 Jul 2016 02:28:46 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: From straight to bitch club part 07

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 07

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Patty was sitting at the other side of the table in front of me, his
girlfriend had her left arm hanging around his neck and I thought she was
having a very good time. She still laughed whenever someone called her
boyfriend "Patty", thinking that this was just a joke among buds. Barely
she knew I didn't consider myself her boyfriend's `bud'. There was only one
reason for us to be there together that night: humiliate her beloved
one. And that had already started. They boywhore was unaware that he had in
his belly the loads of dozens of unknown guys. Baby makers were swimming
inside his bitch tummy. I wish I could tell him what he had just done, what
his girlfriend forced him to do, but I didn't want the spoil the fun. We
were just beginning.

I turned myself to Steve, who was sitting by Patty's side, right in front
of my eyes. He was central to my next plan, so I needed him paying
attention to me. He knew I wanted him very obedient that night, so he was
prepared to do whatever I wanted. I didn't know whether this would work or
not, but if the worst happened, Steve would be the pervert, not me.

As he worked in the restaurant, I asked him to find a tablecloth to cover
our table.

"A white long one" I ordered.

The inquisitive eyes of those who shared the table with me made me explain
myself, even without questions being asked. "Just to give a bit of glamour
to our dinner. We can always make things a little better, can't we?"

Cecile looked at me uncertain of my intentions. I couldn't blame her, I
never cared about glamour. Well, I wasn't still thinking about it when I
asked for the tablecloth, but I didn't want to reveal my intentions. I just
smiled and rushed Steve by asking him to move. When Steve stood up, I
noticed he had a boner under his pants. The little bastard was horny
already, and we hadn't even started. His situation wasn't easy, because as
a bitch he wasn't allowed to wear undies and bitches are very easily
aroused.  Well, that wasn't my problem. He turned his back to us and tried
to hide his willy with his shirt, and it kinda worked, but I wasn't happy
with that, because Steve shouldn't worry about being exposed. Well, what
else a bitch is good for besides being fucked and humiliated? As he passed
by my side, I held his arm and he stopped instantly. He looked down at
me. I could see panic in his eyes, but he couldn't hide his excitement. He
knew I'd ask something his conscious would despise, but his hormones would
beg for. Bitches are just like that, so real alpha males end up getting
used to that. They always need to be forced into doing something they
apparently don't want to, simply because they like to be ordered, used and
abused.

"Tuck your shirt into your pants, boy" I whispered, being careful not to be
overheard. "You got nothing to hide anyway"

I didn't give him time to answer, even because I knew what he would say
already. He'd argue he couldn't do that because he'd lose his job, and he
needed the money. I didn't give a fuck. If he did lose it, I'd quickly find
him another one. To tell the truth, I wanted him to lose that stupid job,
so he could work somewhere I'd feel more confident to do with him whatever
I pleased. I had a few friends that could give the boy a chance, and maybe
I could get these friends to have some fun humiliating the bitch too.

I was glad when I saw his defeated face while he tucked his shirt and his
cock tented his black suit pants. As he moved away, I felt Aaron coming
close to me, and then whispering in my ear: "the boy'll lose his job, dude"

"As if I care" I said, still being careful to keep my voice down.

While I waited for Steve, I returned my eyes to Patty. He was silent, while
the chicks talked cheerfully. I was still giggling as I thought that the
bitch should have such a strong cum breath with a hint of chocolate
protein. He should be burping cum. I loved knowing that I was the one
responsible for that, and I wanted that feeling to last. I wanted to feel
that again, everyday if possible. I imagined how it would feel like if I
had Patty swimming in a pool of cum, then look at him drenched, looking
like a melting wax man. I'd have that happening, I swore to myself.

As I daydreamed, he looked at me and our eyes met. Quickly, the bitch
looked elsewhere while I kept staring at him. He was so pathetic he
couldn't face me. That's what I mean when I say that real bitches are weak,
they can't even raise their faces to look at you as a MAN.

Steve returned, holding a white tablecloth right in front of his hard
willie. He knew I disapproved that, but he insisted on keeping hiding
himself. I'd have to punish him later, he knew that as well.

The chicks stopped talking when they noticed Steve's presence, standing by
the table, watching us. He asked us to remove the menus, sauce bottles and
our stuff from the table so he could put the tablecloth on. I was glad to
notice the tablecloth was long enough to cover my knees. "This should be
enough" I thought.

I invited Steve to sit with us again, I could have ordered him to do that,
but I didn't want to make Cecile suspicious. As before, Steve sat by
Patty's left side, while his girlfriend was on his other side. She was
still deeply engaged in a conversation with the other women, so I thought
she wouldn't disturb us – the guys. As soon as Steve made himself
comfortable, I took a napkin from the table and, with a pen I had in my
pocket, I started to write a note. It was simple and very direct, it read:
"Give me your pants". I could've sent him a message with my phone, but I
didn't want him to reply. I folded the note and gave it to Steve who was
careful not to let Patty read it. I knew Steve would have those stupid
reactions, the usual denial, and I wasn't in the mood to deal wit that. So,
instead of looking at him, I just turned my face to Patty and his
girlfriend. I pretended I was paying attention to the chicks' talk, but I
could see Steve on the corner of my eyes, moving his head to the right,
left, then right again. No one was looking at us, much less at him, but he
needed to make sure he'd be protected despite his nudity.

After one minute, however, my patience was at its limit. Still staring at
the chicks, I kicked Steve's legs under the table. Within ten seconds he
was handing me his pants. He was still careful enough to give it to me
unsuspiciously, probably happy that I had asked him to cover the table. I
got his pants, and tossed them inside my backpack that laid on my right
side. I looked at Patty and realized he was noticing Steve's movements, but
Patty didn't dare to look at the boy. I believe he wouldn't bother to say
anything because they weren't intimate yet. However, I didn't want that to
happen. I wanted them to get to know each other better. So I grabbed
another napkin and started writing again. Aaron was silent by my side, but
he knew what I was doing. In small letters, I wrote: "only cover urself
when waiter come. Show urself to Patty". By this time, after the bottle
incident, Steve already knew who Patty was. By the way, the bottle still
stood at the table, like a trophy for the bitch who drank all that cum.

This time, I showed Steve that I had another message for him, then I took
it to under the table, so no one would see me sending him notes. Steve
moved to get it, but as I didn't extend my arm, he struggled quite a bit to
reach it. I couldn't see, but I imagined that his ass would be visible for
anyone to see. Unfortunately, there was no one near us, and Patty was still
looking to his other side. Steve got the paper, read the note and stared at
me with those wide eyes I've seen many other times before. I was getting
bored with his reactions, so I just mouthed "move", then "fast". As he
looked lost, still wondering how to proceed, I put my hands on the table
and started to pull the tablecloth. I wouldn't mind to expose him to the
world, and he was aware of my intention. Staring back at me, he just
nodded, accepting the task. Visibly scared, Steve poked Patty who
instinctively turned his head around. Patty's eyes met Steve's but the
latter didn't say anything. Instead, he just moved his eyes from Patty's
face to his own crotch. Patty followed the lead, looked down and as if in
shock he raised his head and turned his head to the other side. I laughed
again, this time I couldn't hold it. Aaron also looked very entertained,
which drew his wife's attention to us. I think I heard her asking him what
was going on, and he just said I've told him a joke.

Steve had blushed, when he looked back at me. I liked the show, but it was
still far from over. As I considered moving on, the waiter came with the
meal. Steve rushed to hide his cock, while Patty had to turn himself to the
table. Once we all had our meals in front of us, I looked back at Steve. He
raised his eyes to watch me, then I mouthed to him: "show your cock". I
noticed that there were some people walking by, Steve decided to disobey me
afraid someone would see him. Once again, I grabbed the tablecloth and the
boy knew I'd get rid of it if he didn't do as I said. He exposed himself,
the people passing by didn't see anything, but the risk was getting real,
more people was coming to the restaurant. I was having a hardon again. I
wanted people to see Steve naked, I needed more.

"Jerk off" I mouthed. This time, he didn't take too long to obey me. He let
go of the knife he held with his left hand, then grabbed his dick
instead. He should've been very hard, coz his arm was moving up and down
pretty fast. The bitch was horny as hell, that's why he decided to obey me
without protest. It's obvious that he wanted to cum, so his cock could
become soft. That wouldn't happen. "Don't cum" I mouthed to him again,
visibly angry. Steve looked upset, and that was another reaction he
couldn't have. How will I punish this little bastard?

I took another napkin and brought it to my right side, over the bench. I
didn't want anyone to see me writing. I took my time writing this note,
because I wasn't in a rush. Slowly, as I ate my mashed potatoes, I wrote
down:

Wait my signal

Then go under the table

I passed the paper to Steve under the table, making sure Steve would
stretch his body to reach my hand. As he did, Patty discretely looked at
him. As soon as Steve got the paper, he leaned against the backrest,
exposing his boner wrapped by his still stroking hand. Patty looked
disgusted but remained quiet. It was clear to me that he wasn't a man,
because I'd never tolerate to have an almost unknown guy stroking his
fucking cock by my side. I think Patty didn't want to make a scandal, he
was the kind of person who'd rather pretend nothing was happening than
start an argument. Well, soon he wouldn't be able to pretend anymore.

It was funny to watch Steve's incredulity, although annoying, his facial
expressions sometimes amused me. Aaron came close to me again to ask what I
demanded this time. I moved my mouth close to his ear and answered: "I need
you to make everyone to look to our left. Can you do that?"

Aaron smiled and nodded. I didn't have time to cut another piece of my
steak when I heard Aaron saying something loud by my side. He was pointing
to the menu that was at the end of the table, opposite from me and
Steve. He asked if anyone wanted that dessert – it was a photo of a bowl
with ice cream and brownies. As soon as everyone turned their heads to look
at the menu, I kicked Steve's leg again and ordered him to go down. He
didn't wait for a second warning, then he slid down and disappeared under
the tablecloth. Of course, Patty noticed that, but he remained quiet
despite the unexpected situation.

"What's wrong with you, hon? We're still eating and you already
thinking'bout dessert?" Aaron's wife asked him.

"Well, I just thought it'd be a good idea, you know" Aaron answered
quickly.

"Hey, where's the boy who was sitting right there?" Cecile asked from the
other end of the table, pointing her finger to the now vacant seat in front
of me. "He didn't finish his meal"

"He had to rush. I think someone called him somewhere" I answered after a
long period of silence.

Patty looked at me, knowing I was lying. Anyone would be able to know I was
lying if they were paying attention to what was happening around us,
because no one approached us, there was no voice calling Steve. On the
background, just a few uninteresting songs and the sound of knives and
forks hitting the plates. Patty turned his head back to his plate, I smiled
and returned my attention to my steak.

I felt Steve's body pressed against my legs. He should be trying to avoid
Patty's eyes over him, and used my legs to hide him from exposing himself
to other people. The risk was real indeed, but it was low. We were in a
very secluded area and we wouldn't be disturbed until more customers
occupied other tables. I still couldn't talk directly to Steve, because it
would be suspicious to raise the tablecloth and speak with my feet. So I
continued writing my messages on napkins. First, I wrote in big letters:

Put ur shirt in my bag

I didn't give the paper to him, I just showed it and then left it over my
bag. He should be complaining, worried that someone would pass by and see
him, but I knew he wouldn't disobey me. The boy had lost his pants already,
he couldn't be so concerned about the shirt. Plus, I knew the bitch liked
that as much as I did. As I imagined, in less than thirty seconds I saw his
hands approaching my bag from under the tablecloth, putting the white shirt
inside it. I reached the napkin and wrote more:

On ur 4

Show ur ass * [I tried to draw a hole] to Patty

This time, I really didn't know what was happening under the table. I could
only imagine. Later, I'd ask Steve what he did. In my head, he was getting
on his fours and touching Patty's legs with his ass. That's more or less
the exact moment Patty looked down the table. I think Steve was holding his
butt cheeks apart, showing his smooth asshole to Patty who suddenly lowered
the tablecloth, while I could see in his face how disturbed he was.

"What's wrong, Patty?" I asked in a low voice because I didn't want the
chicks to take part in this talk. I liked the fact that they were still on
their side, not paying attention to us whatsoever. Aaron looked at Patty
too, intrigued to know what he had to say.

"It's nothing... Never mind" he stuttered, almost unable to keep
eating. The bitch seemed very straight to me, but I knew he would change
his mind eventually. He felt disturbed because he didn't like assholes, he
liked cocks. He just didn't know that yet.

"I think you're not enjoying your meal, Patty. Next time, I'll order it for
you" I continued. "I think I know more about you than yourself" It was in
fact something I should've done already. Bitches can't choose anything,
because they never know exactly what they want, not even their own
food. Closeted bitches are even worse. They say `no' when they'd rather say
`yes'.  You can't expect a bitch who still denies his own urges to do
everything you say, because they are just not prepared for that yet. It
demands time and patience. One might think this sounds boring, but it's
quite the opposite when you know how to have fun while training your
bitch. I was really enjoying my time with those bitches.

As Patty tried to get back to his meal, I brought the tablecloth up to my
waist, making sure my pants were completely covered. Slowly, I let go of
the cutlery on the plate and brought my hands to my crotch. I lowered my
zipper and carefully took out my hard dick. I was afraid someone would see
the movement of my hands, but so far I had only Aaron (and Steve, of
course) watching me. This time, I thought I didn't need to say anything,
Steve should know what to do. I jerked my cock up and down, just teasing
the bitch for a while, when I felt his hand touching the base of my
shaft. "Smart bitch" I thought. I let go of my dick and resumed my
eating. Aaron looked at me with puppy eyes, because he was envying me for
my boldness. That's weird to think about it because not many days ago, I
was the one who thought he was too bold for fucking Steve at his workplace.

"Don't you wanna try?" I asked him. Actually, I challenged him and I knew
Aaron never passed a challenge. I looked at him very attentively because I
wanted to see what he would do to get out his dick from his pants without
being noticed by his wife who was right beside him. He pretended he was
paying attention to the chicks' talk, so he knew the best time to drag the
tablecloth over his waist. Then he put his right hand under the table
whilst he kept using his left to bring food to his mouth. I imagined he was
lowering his zipper, but he was not the one to fish his cock out of the fly
of his shorts. By this time, Steve was already holding my cock only with
his left hand while his right was already working on Aaron's dick. I
approached the table with my body, so it could make Steve's life a bit
easier. See? No one can say I'm a mean person. Can you fully comprehend how
happy Steve was under that table, holding two dicks at the same time?

I reached the napkin on my side and wrote: `SUCK'. I showed it to Steve,
crushed the paper and tossed it away. He then approached his head to my
dick and engulfed it at once. The bitch was hungry for dick, as usual. I
was smiling while Aaron tried his best not to moan. Being sucked by a bitch
is awesome, but in front of other people (including girlfriend and wife) is
just priceless.

During all this time, I focused my attention on Patty, the one who would
soon be on his knees sucking cock too. Every now and then, our eyes would
meet and he'd try to pretend he hadn't seen me. His face was a riddle for
me, I didn't know whether he was annoyed, disturbed or scared. Actually, I
think he was curious; he wanted to know what was going on under that
table. As my hands were now holding the fork and knife, I decided to let
the latter fall on the floor. Aaron looked at me stunned, afraid of being
outed by his wife who looked at me as well.

"Hey, Patty. Can you take that for me?" I asked him.

"Why don't you take it instead?" he returned the question. Such a nasty
bitch.

"Coz I'm your senior" I answered coldly. Cecile visibly reproved my
behavior, but before she could open her mouth, Alice intervened. She patted
Patty's shoulders and asked him to obey me. "Once you become the senior you
can do the same, right?" she laughed oblivious of my intentions.

"Sure" I grinned.

I felt some hesitation from Steve, but he did not dare to stop sucking me.

Apparently upset, Patty slid his butt from the middle of the bench towards
the right side of the table, where Steve was before. He probably hit Steve
with his legs, since I felt the boy moving his head on my crotch as his
body approached mine to give Patty space to move. Patty then bent down,
trying to reach the knife that wasn't far from my feet. I knew what Patty
would see once he reached that knife: a naked boy on his fours, stroking
his PT's cock with one hand while he worked his master's dick with the
mouth. I thought Patty would rush to get away from there, but it took him a
few seconds to get back to his place. He looked astonished. I liked that,
he was getting to know me better. He gave me the knife back and I thanked
him.

Now I could move to the last part of my plan. I had to do it quickly coz I
didn't know if the chicks would remain talkative for too long. They were
about to finish eating, and after that, they could decide to go to the
toilet or something. That could be really troublesome. I took my phone from
my bag and wrote a message to Patty. I quickly typed:

`Don't you wanna try? He gives good head'

I know I was being too reckless here, I'd have to delete those messages
from his phone before the night was over. I saw Patty reaching for his
phone in his pocket. He read the message, but didn't reply. Instead, he
just looked at me and signed a big `no'. I just started typing again, as
soon as I saw his answer.

`You will. It'll be good for ya [wink]. Make sure you cover your crotch
unless you want Alice to know you have a fag sucking you under the table"

I winked at him, then I pointed to the tablecloth so he'd understand what I
meant by `cover your crotch'. Then, I put my hand in my backpack and took a
piece of paper that I had brought with me, as I have already foreseen this
moment. In it, it was written:

Remove Patty's shoes, shorts and underwear then give them to me

Then do whatever but SUCK Patty and SWALLOW

Take pictures

I just gave the paper and my phone to Steve, coz he'd need some time to
read it all. At this point, I didn't know what Steve would do to obey my
orders, but it was up to him now. The task wasn't an easy one, so I decided
to help. I whispered to Aaron that we should draw the chicks' attention to
us, and hopefully, they'd forget about Patty's presence at the table. They
were talking about work, so I interfered, asking if they were talking about
work out. My idea was to drag them into a nutrition and exercises
conversation, since I knew I could say something interesting and new about
this topic. I felt Steve letting go of my dick, so he was probably on his
way to Patty's lap. I knew I was right when Patty opened his eyes widely,
as if he had been electrified. He quickly grabbed the tablecloth and
covered his crotch, afraid his girlfriend would notice something unusual
happening. I could see out of the corner of my eyes that Patty looked very
scared. Very slowly, I put my dick inside my pants again, making it look as
if I was just fixing my shirt. Aaron did the same and in no time we were
free to uncover ourselves. I saw one shoe being placed next to my feet,
which I recognized as being Patty's. Then the other shoe, and the socks
came next. When I realized that Steve was moving to Patty's shorts, I stood
up, pretending I was teaching them how to do certain exercises
correctly. Aaron did the same and we caught everyone's attention with our
demonstration. Alice's eyes were glued at us while Patty tried to fight
against Steve's hands that were now trying to pull down his already
unbuttoned shorts. I think Patty knew he wouldn't be able to explain what a
naked guy was doing between his legs, so he just tried to pretend nothing
was going on. As I always say, real men don't care too much about it. If
the same happened with me, I'd just stand up and kick the fag's ass, but
bitches don't think this way. They're always afraid – they think too
much. I was doing whatever I wanted with Steve and Patty (and even Aaron,
although I started to think Aaron wasn't a bitch, but just a closeted
married guy) because I knew how to deal with them. They were like open
books to me.

When I saw Patty's hands grabbing the tablecloth firmly above his waist, I
imagined he should be naked by now. That's why I wasn't surprised when I
glanced Patty's shorts and underwear touching my feet. I was getting hard
again, while I still pretended to be teaching the women around us how to do
a proper weight training. I couldn't help but imagine how good it would be
to make Patty sit on my lap right there and ride my cock like the good
bitch he was. I was getting so hot I started imagining things. I thought
that I'd make sure that before fucking Patty, I wouldn't loose his hole
with my fingers before the fuck – the first thing to ever go into
Patty's hole would be my cock. Not much lube, just enough to make it easy
for me, not for him. "Gosh! I need to stop thinking this stuff"

Suddenly, Patty swallowed hard then I looked at him. As everyone was paying
attention to me, they all turned their faces to him as well. Patty quickly
slid his butt to the edge of the bench, as if he was laying down, hiding
good part of his body under the table. He looked cute when he was scared,
or was he excited? He had certain innocence in his look that made my blood
burn.

I knew that Steve's mouth could make a dead man's cock hard, so even Patty
wouldn't be able to resist him. Alice asked what was going on with him, and
he just stuttered "n...nothing". I resumed my talking so Patty could have
some `privacy'. I hoped Steve to be a good bitch, take nice pics with my
phone and make the other bitch cum. I noticed everyone was done with their
dinner, so the only thing that stopped anyone from getting up now was my
speech. I needed to prolong this just a bit further.

I didn't know what Steve was doing, but it should be good. Patty was trying
the impossible to remain quiet, but it seemed really difficult. I could see
he was very sensitive. He was probably one of those people who shiver when
touched, anything could be ticklish or arousing to him. I think that even a
cock sliding in and out of his puffy lips would make him moan.

As Aaron and I were about to finish our demonstration, Patty closed his
eyes tightly and I was absolutely sure he had just cum. He looked a bit
sleepish after that, so I knew I was right. I was laughing inside coz I
think he suffered from early ejaculation. Less than two minutes was enough
to make the bitch cum. That would be fun to have him in chastity. He should
enjoy these orgasms he was having now coz very soon he wouldn't be allowed
to cum anymore. Well, I could allow it if he came from being fucked, but
I'd still punish him.

I decided to end my talk, and as I had imagined, as soon as I sat down the
chicks said they needed to go to the toilet. Patty woke from his sleepiness
with his feet trying to reach for his lost shorts. I grabbed his shorts
that were still placed around my feet, put his underwear inside my bag,
then I showed what I had in my hands to everyone.

"I knew Patty would become the perfect pledge of our small fraternity" I
laughed as I handed him his shorts.

"What does this mean? Are you naked?" Alice asked her boyfriend, not
convinced he'd give his shorts to me willingly. Well, she was right.

"Why are you doing this to him, Karl?" Cecile asked me. "That's not really
nice"

"Everyone does that, Cecy. And I didn't force him, it was just a
joke. Right, Patty?" I asked him. He nodded but he didn't look very
pleased. "When you get inside a fraternity, you need to prove you're really
part of the group. That's why we ask these weird things to the new members,
right Aaron?"

"One hundred percent right" he smiled by my side.

"You don't even study anymore, what fraternity is that?" Aaron's wife asked
him.

"It's not a real fraternity" I answered on his behalf. "Just a group of
friends that hit the gym and go out together. I want to have the three of
us competing as well. There's a lot of bodybuilding contests out there. I
want to help Patty to be a true winner". I didn't know where this
fraternity came from, it appeared naturally during that conversation. When
I said that, I couldn't imagine that this imaginary fraternity would become
an actual `club' someday.

Patty was still upset, but his girlfriend looked happy when I said I'd turn
Patty into a bodybuilder. She was really into muscles. Maybe she had wet
dreams about a muscled boyfriend. Well, I'd make Patty muscled, but I
wouldn't focus on his arms. His ass would get all the attention.

As I was thinking about his ass, Patty was dressed again. I kicked his
shoes towards him, but not the socks. I wanted to keep those with me
too. The chicks still wanted to go to the toilet, so Patty, Aaron and I
moved away so they could go through. Steve managed to remain unnoticed
under the table, which was better than I expected. Once we sat down again,
I gave Steve his clothes and once dressed he sat at the table with us
again. Patty looked at him a little bit disgusted, he didn't know how to
act. I didn't care about him. Steve gave me back my phone and I just put it
in my pocket.

"Hey, don't be upset, bro" I talked to Patty. "Here, let's forget about our
small game, ok?"

"It's easy for you to say" he whined like a child. His pink lips were even
more pouted than the normal, it was really arousing.

"I bet it wasn't that bad. Steve is a good cocksucker, isn't he?" I
continued, but Patty didn't say anything. "Gimme your phone for a second,
will ya?"

"What for?" Patty asked.

"So we can forget about this little joke. C'mon" I extended my arm and he
gave me his phone, unaware of my intentions. "What's your password?"

"I'll unlock it for you" now he extended his arm, but I wouldn't give the
phone back to him.

"Just tell me the fucking password. We're buds, right?" I didn't want to
say buds, but it would work for now.

He told me his password (I knew he would), so I just moved to the texts I
sent him and deleted everything.

"By the way, I don't know if you know but there's gonna have a bodybuilding
contest tomorrow at the other campus. I want you to come with me" I said to
Patty as I gave him his phone. The bitch looked pleased with that
information. He was as obsessed with muscles as his girlfriend. "I want you
to know what these contests are about, coz there's a competition I want you
to participate. So, you'd better know how it works before you go for
it. K?"

"Ok" he answered. I knew he was happy, but he still wanted to pretend he
was upset after what I did to him.

"You shouldn't be upset for being naked, Patty. You should show yourself
more since you work out so hard. Less is more for guys like you. But don't
worry. I'll buy you a new gym gear, and I'll make sure to have your protein
shake everyday"

I was grinning, happy to know I had Patty in my hands. He was about to say
something when the chicks got back. They didn't want to sit again, so we
just went away. I told Patty we'd go to the competition after the gym. He
agreed before going away with Alice.

"Now you're responsible for bringing more of this protein shake everyday" I
told Aaron while our women said goodbye.

"I don't know how..."

"Well, I'm sure you'll find a way, right? We need to feed a hungry boy"

Aaron laughed after saying he would do his best. I knew he would. I
remember when he told me I wouldn't believe how many guys were being
serviced by bitches. He had met many of those guys and they'd be more than
enough to provide all the cum Patty needed. Some of them could be convinced
with words, but I was aware that I'd need money to convince others. I had
to find someone willing to spend money with stuff like this. That's when I
considered opening a blog to advertise my enterprise. I wanted to turn
Patty into a bitch, but I could have other alpha males like me converting
other bitches. The idea of a club started to form in my mind. I thought the
idea wasn't that bad.

I studied in a college where enrolment had been all-male for decades, and
it started accepting women just three years before I met Patty. That was a
college that focused on sports for men. The institute offered many courses,
but all students should be good in at least one sport. We had very good
teams in almost every single sport one can imagine. And I don't need to say
that sporty guys have a lot of hormones and need to relief is unimaginable.

Although now open to women, the college should still have nine men for only
one woman. As the campus was a little bit far from the city's CBD, the guys
would rather jerk off than go after pussy kilometres away from their
dorms. You could smell testosterone in the corridors, even because the only
dorm open for women was the farthest away from the rest. I knew that a lot
of my mates had never considered fucking other men, but that's just because
they were never given the chance. At the same time, other guys could be
convinced into being fucked, but no one has ever talked them into doing
that yet. That's where the club would become very handy. I needed guys
willing to find bitches and then turn them into walking holes that would
want to suck and be fucked by as many dicks as possible. We could focus on
the guys with big round butts like Patty, they'd make a good team of dick
takers. Just think about it. One soccer team has eleven players, plus other
six or seven who were on the bench. At uni we had three soccer teams on the
main league, and I'm talking about soccer alone. It could definitely
work. Patty would be the first one, but I knew that there were many more to
come. I was sure that I could make it work as soon as I transformed Patty
and used him as an example.

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End of part 07

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