Date: Thu, 25 Nov 2021 12:29:15 +0100
From: lionel <lionel@gaylook.com>
Subject: From dominant top to faggot whore 3

This is the third part of my story: From dominant top to faggot whore.
It is a work of fiction (with real life experience mixed in). Thank you
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Failing

Tom instructed me to be at the "Eagle" the following Saturday,
bare-chested and wearing only bathing shorts, so that my newly shaved
body would be on display. Knowing the Eagle crowd, I was pretty sure
that I wouldn't wear my shorts all evening. But what excited me most was
to finally meet Daddy Joe again.

I arrived rather early. It cost me quite an effort to take off my
t-shirt. The "Eagle" is a leather bar, where you could often see
bare-chested guys, but I felt a bit shy because of my clean-shaven body.
This had not been my style so far, and everybody could see the
transformation I was undergoing. It was quite reassuring that some of my
friends were there: Tom (who already knew what I looked like) and Lenny
complimented me on my new look. Lenny even insisted that I looked hotter
than ever. Actually, he himself seemed to be in heat and kept on coaxing
me into touching and kissing him. More than ever I had the impression
that he wanted to get fucked by me. I had always turned down his
advances, but this time something strange happened to me: Be it that I
didn't feel man enough to turn him down, or be it that some reminiscence
of my dominant strain made me want to fuck him. I had never considered
him worthwhile prey, because he was so easy to conquer, but now it was
different. Perhaps, I even feared that he was the last one I COULD
conquer. So after some time, I found myself embracing Lenny from behind
in the backroom of the Eagle. His trousers were down and so were my
shorts, my semi-hard dick brushing his buttocks. He whispered "Fuck me!"
into my ear. The position was very familiar to me. My cock would get
hard in an instant and I would fuck the guy before me, impregnate him
with my sperm. But this time, it was different. I just couldn't do it.
Something inside my subconscious mind told me that it wasn't OK for me
to actively fuck a guy. I tried to silent the inner voice that told me
that I was the one to be fucked, but I couldn't. I wanted to proceed,
but my subconsciousness stopped me again and again. Lenny got rather
frustrated and I finally had to apologize to him. This was nothing like
me. In my former life, I did not apologize to my fuck buddies for
anything. I just fucked them. My libido never failed me. And even if it
had, I wouldn't admit it. Perhaps, I would fist my underling, but never
would I apologize for what I did or didn't when it came to sex.

Lenny insisted that I tried again, but again I failed. I just couldn't
dominate him anymore, order him around, make him suck me off. It didn't
work and I had to acknowledge it. I apologized to Lenny again and
suggested that I would offer him a drink at the bar. We left the
backroom. When we came back to the bar, there was Daddy Joe.

To be continued ...