Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2018 09:28:27 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: From straight to bitch club - part 11

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 11

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------------ This is another chapter I just finished. I'm trying to use my
weekends to write. Hope you guys enjoy it. I know this story is slower than
the other ones, but this is more about the construction of a master and a
bitch. But the story may go a little faster from now on. I appreciate all
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giving up again.  --------------- From straight to bitch club – part 11
Oh, the penis. Yes, the dick. It's weird to think how it moves us over. It
has the power to change people. Ones find out they are born with a cock and
make use of this discovery. It sounds stupid, but it's not. Men are in most
cases born with a dick, always between the legs, but most take it for
granted. Majority of those are straight men. They think the difference
between a penis and a vagina is obvious, and don't consider anything about
it, because, for them, thinking of penises is `gay.' They are inherently
curious, but this curiosity is usually restricted to the size and shape of
their dicks. If they only knew a dick is much more than just size and
shape. Dicks are weapons that don't come with manuals. Usually, you must
learn how to use it by using it. Then you start to feel how it has effects
on others, how you can use it in a way you can change people. And then you
change them.

Isn't changing people one of the hardest and most sought-after things in
life? Tell someone in power you can change him, and you've got a lifetime
job.

As for the others, they're usually bottoms, and I must talk about bottoms
who are bitches, which is a category by its own. Dick addicts bitches. They
know every inch of it. If they could use their dicklets, they'd be
kings. You can't be a bitch if you're a top or versatile. It's just not how
things work. You can be horny, kinky, but never a true bitch. Bitches were
born like this; their body is wired differently.  And to the bitches, all
my respect. No one is more dedicated than them. I'd go further to say
they're devoted to dick. How many of us are devoted to something? Bitches
know the secrets of a cock in a way men will never know. But men can learn
to learn with them. Every man should have the chance to have, at least once
in a lifetime, sex with a bitch. And then should observe how their dicks
are important. Worshipping can only be properly done by bitches. Some
people may disagree, but that's how I think. And for thinking like this, I
understood who I am. I wanted to be a bitch-builder, but to do that I have
to be close to them. So, I don't regret doing all I've done, because it
also had me changed. I changed myself, and I'll never regret it.

However, to go through all of this, you must mature. Maturing hurts and
takes time. Hurting is a given for changing, and psychology says it.

After learning what Kevin had done to me, I felt lost. After meeting Alice,
my world was spinning faster than normal. I was being pushed into places
I'd probably regret but changing requires one thing: sacrifice. And I was
willing to offer my girlfriend: Cecile.

I didn't know what Alice wanted from her. Was there a class of bitches
among lesbians? I didn't know. Could Alice do to Cecile what I wanted to do
with her boyfriend? Wasn't it only fair to let it happen? It sounds
correct, but it's much harder said than done.

I had a story with Cecile, and I thought I loved her. My obsession with
Patty was in a class of relationship I was yet to define, but Cecile was
clear to me. But one question remained: was it love?  Could it be love if I
considered giving her to another person like that? Maybe I didn't love
her. If what I felt wasn't love, so what was love?

Kevin said things to me that put me wondering about my life in general, and
I didn't have the answer for anything. My own identity was in a whirl. Was
I straight or bi? Was it important whatsoever?

"And how do you want me to help you out with Cecile?" I asked giving her
away. Alice smiled with compliance. We were on the same boat. Her little
eyes said more than I could handle. She was the captain of a boat I had
just hoped in.

"You'll know. I move slowly, so don't be so worried about it. But I doubt
she'll be with you once I'm done with her. You still up for that?" she said
very honestly.

"Yes. But Patty..."

"He'll be yours. And I know he'll probably be gone after that too. Don't
think I don't care. I like him more than you can think. But I truly believe
he'd be happier with a guy than a girl. It's just a feeling" she was still
smiling. "And I truly think Cecile will be happier with me than with you."

Could I argue with her? I felt small when she said that. I was probably a
not very nice lover after all.  Could I even take care of Patty and turn
him into a bitch?

I think Alice saw the despair in my eyes.

"Why did you leave him there like that?"

"What you talking about?" I asked.

"Well, that's why he's pissed at you, isn't it? That's what he told me."

"What did he tell you?" I was more focused than ever.

"Well, he said you left him there by himself, so he called me to pick him
up. That's all."

What the hell was she telling me? So, what did happen with Kevin and Patty?
Alice was watching my reaction in silence. What was there to say?

"Why are you so thoughtful?" she asked.

Should I be honest? I looked again into her eyes, and I did see a friend
there. It's weird to think like this, but sometimes we find friends in
people we barely know.

"Well, there was this guy there, a guy I know. He told me he said to Patty
he was gay, and I thought Patty was now thinking I'm gay too. Well, I don't
care about what people say of me, but I imagined Patty would never feel
like talking to me again after that."

"I see. Yes, probably he wouldn't. Bob fears any rumor, as you may know
already. He's so concerned about his physique, his ass. He's had so many
guys trying to fuck him..."

"So, is it true there were people like me before?" Well, I was finally
finding out about Patty's past.

"Oh, not like you. I know you're a decent man, and this is why I came
here. But yes, you ain't the first one. Actually, as he's told me, the
first incident happened in middle school. He's always had that round
butt. He was almost forced into butt sex, but he managed to escape. That's
where his trauma comes from. But, somehow, I feel that beyond it, he wanted
to know what it feels like to be at peace with your own body, and that
includes giving it away to another man. I saw him once watching his butt
over his shoulder in the bathroom. He takes good care of his ass. Which
makes me aware he wants people to notice it; he wants MEN to notice
it. Whenever we're together, he wears baggy shorts, but whenever he goes
out with male friends, or even with you, he wears board shorts that make
his ass much more... how can I say? Appetizing. I do see through his acts,
although I think he ain't aware of all of this"

I wanted to know more about the situations men tried to fuck Patty, but
that wasn't the time, and Alice wasn't the person who had to tell me those
stories. I wanted to hear each one of them from Patty's mouth.

"Now" she continued, "where's all that cum you're feeding him coming from?"

Fuck! She noticed I was feeding her boyfriend cum. And she let me.

"It's a safe source" that's all I could say.

"Don't worry. I think it's funny. I love cum myself, and I think Patty
liked it too" she laughed. "As long as you guarantee it's clean."

"Of course, I want Patty clean."

"Good. Anyway, I've got to go. I'll let you know what I want from you when
the time comes. As for now, I'll make Patty come back to you. You need to
think how to keep making him more open for your approaches. Just keep going
on slowly and gradually. As I said, he's traumatized, and anything stupid
you do will move him away, and maybe I won't be able to revert it."

I had found an ally in a place I'd never look. And it's the opposite, she
found me. Alice would be very helpful in a process that had stagnated.

When she left my flat, I had only one thing in my mind: Kevin. I had to
call him. If before seeing Alice I was depressed, now I was electric. I had
a lot to do, a lot to think about.

I turned on my pc; I had to find Kevin's number. I've been so busy I didn't
have time to go through my e-mails. Among them, I found one that belonged
to a guy who introduced himself as Adam. I had forgotten I put on a website
where I was trying to gather people who shared the same point of views I
had about turning straight guys into bitches. That was what I named the
"from straight to bitch club." Adam said he was interested. According to
him, he was straight, but he lived on a ranch where he turned a straight
farmer's son into the horniest bitch ever. He didn't give many
details. Adam mentioned briefly a neighbor who had a ranch next to his
whose name was Mark. If I got it right, Matt was younger than Adam but had
the same thirst for ass as he did. Both used to share the bitch once he was
turned. Adam finished by saying he was coming to study at the same place I
did.

I answered him quickly by saying I was looking forward to meeting him. His
last words said he'd be around soon and would like to know me too. I was
happy to hear there were other people like me out there.

Once done reading my e-mails, I moved on to look for Kevin's profile. It
wasn't hard to find his phone number, and I called him. He answered with a
hello that made me think he should be drunk.  Probably, celebrating with
his boyfriend. No sound of music or anything in the background.

"Kevin? Karl here. Can you explain what you did today?"

"Oh, hey Karl. I did nothing, ok?"

"You told Patty I was gone, but you told me a different story..."

"Listen, I just wanted you to think about who you are. I was trying to help
you. But I think you learned the lesson. Didn't you?"

"You're an asshole, motherfucker."

"Hey, no need for that..."

"Asshole" and I hung up.

But in one thing he was right, he did make me think. And he knew he did. He
was playing with me, and I fell for it. I could feel my story with him
would have many other chapters.

Lastly, I called Cecile. I needed to apologize. She came to my place, and I
made her a nice dinner. We slept together. I couldn't say I was
gay. Anyway, why should I care?

On the next day, Cecile and I went to uni. After a few classes, I walked to
the gym as soon as Alice sent me a message saying Patty was on his way
there.

I approached him, while he bench pressed. He saw me and tried to pretend he
didn't.

"Patty, I'm sorry for what happened yesterday, ok? But I didn't leave you,
Kevin pranked both of us. I don't know why. He's just this kind of person."

"You should have come out and said something" well, he was answering
me. That's a good sign.

"I didn't know, ok? You could've waited and watched the contest. Next time
you just remain and watch, ok?" I couldn't let him think he was above
me. He should feel I was also pissed for whatever reason I could have. By
this time, he should know he needed me more than I needed him.

He remained silent, and I decided to spot him as I saw him struggling to
lift the barbell. He let me.

"How many more?" I asked concerned with his routine.

"Other three."

"Great!"

Once finished with the bench press, I led him around and he followed me. It
didn't take too long until I could have him talking to me as if nothing had
happened.

I looked around and noticed many girls were looking at Patty and murmuring
to each other. That's something I've never seen before. I mean, Patty was
very good looking, but he was so reserved women usually wouldn't notice
him. No one notices someone who is always trying not to be seen.

I stopped wondering about what was happening when one of these women
approached us, and in a very direct way said "hey hottie" to Patty.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Whatever's the cologne you're wearing, it's working."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said visibly disconcerted.

"They're into your body. They looking you from head to toes. But they can't
see much coz you're till hiding too much."

I said that, but Patty was, to my surprise, wearing a tank top. For someone
who would wear jackets on a summer day, it was a big step. And, as Alice
told me, he was with those board shorts that made his ass so fucking
edible.

"Can't do nothing about it. This is all I got"

His words gave me a great idea of what to do next with him.

"This can't be right. We're going out to buy you new clothes."

That was the moment I heard Aaron approaching suspiciously as if trying not
to be seen. I laughed at him, coz I've never seen him behaving like that.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked out of my surprise.

"Have you seen Steve? He's over there," and he pointed to the other side of
the gym. "He's got a girl with him. Can you believe it?" he continued
whispering, stopping Patty from hearing us.

"Have you said hi to Patty?" I asked Aaron, just to let Patty know his name
had changed, whether he had any issue with it or not.

"Hi, Patty" he waved.

"Hi" Patty answered back. This was a very good sign. No more `I'm Bob' kind
of shit.

"Let's go there and talk to him," and with that, I left Patty for a
while. I know I had to build the relationship between him and Steve
gradually. He witnessed Steve sucking me. Steve sucked him.  For someone
who was considered almost homophobic, it was a big shock.

Steve froze when he saw Aaron and I walking toward him. I think he tried to
turn his back and go away, but it was too late.

"Steve, won't you introduce your new friend?" I asked motioning to the girl
who was by his side.

"Er... course... er... this is Monica. Monica these are my friends Aaron
and Karl. Aaron is my PT sometimes too."

"Nice to meet you. Steve and we are very intimate. Really, really" I winked
at him. Aaron was grinning from ear to ear.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Steve's girlfriend. Have you told them already?" she
asked him.

I couldn't help but laugh. Girlfriend? What the hell was going on with
Steve?

"Yes, we just started a relationship. I mean, two days ago. We just met, if
you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do" Aaron was laughing already.

"You guys should join us tonight. We're going out to buy clothes. Nothing
formal, just friends and girlfriends" I invited.

Aaron stopped laughing to look at me quizzically. "We're going out?"

"Yeah, why not? What you guys say?"

Monica promptly jumped in ready to know her new boyfriend's friends. They
always want to make themselves known as if they were saying `this boy's
taken.' If she only knew.

From where we were, I located Patty on the other side. There were two
chicks talking with him very enthusiastically. They were laughing as if
Patty was a comedian, which he was not.

"D'you think you're the only one with a club?" I heard Alice right behind
me, murmuring these words in my left ear. "I might need help from your
friends eventually."

She smiled at Aaron, Steve, and Monica and introduced herself. "Are we
going out tonight?" she asked. I was wondering where she was when I said I
wanted to go out.

"That's a great idea," Monica said out of her just recently known
significance. "Say yes, please?"

Do you know those kinds of women who talk to you like a baby and make
emotional threats at every chance they have? That's Monica. Steve could
find a woman better than that. Oh, could he?

Steve, as I imagined, was the sort of boy who couldn't say no (which just
reminded my Gloria Grahame singing `I'm just a girl who can't say no" in
Oklahoma! Couldn't help it). Aaron agreed, and I knew Cecilia would be more
than happy too.

As for Patty, he noticed Alice had just arrived and was trying to get away
with his guilt since the two girls were still trying to get their hands on
his body. What kind of club did Alice have? She walked toward him, called
him a bad boy and the girls moved away. He was embarrassed, but everybody
knew it wasn't his fault.

"You should be more like Karl. He'd never cheat on Cecile, what are you
thinking?"

"I didn't do anything" he pleaded for his innocence.

"We're going out tonight. Everyone, so maybe you can learn more from
him. You should learn more than bodybuilding with Karl."

Maybe this is how she would make Patty get closer to me, much closer. And
all of it would start that night in the mall.


Cecile and I were waiting at the mall's main entrance when we saw Aaron
coming with his wife, Karen. Not too much later, Steve, Monica, Patty, and
Alice arrived too. That would be an interesting night. Alice had plans for
Cecile, and I had no idea what she had in mind. I let the girls walking on
one side while I got closer to Patty.

"We all need new clothes, and it's on me" I wasn't rich, but I had more
than enough to spend.

"I don't need anything," Steve said.

"Oh, Steve! I think you're the one who needs it the most. Besides Patty"

Patty was so concerned about Steve walking with us. I could see in his face
the question `what's this fag doing here with us?' Well, if he only knew
he'd be more than a fag very soon.

We got into a store that had all sorts of clothes for men. The girls were
choosing clothes for their boyfriends. Alice knew what to choose, probably
better than me. I looked at her and nodded to Steve who was picking clothes
that were more like the ones I was choosing. Alice cut in and insisted
Steve should find pieces that showed his body more because he's `got such a
nice body.' He shouldn't wear like a daddy, which she referred to Aaron and
I. She's got Monica's support straight away.

I picked jeans and shirts, and Aaron followed me. As for Patty and Steve,
we all agreed they should wear clothes that were more revealing. Well,
Cecille and Karen weren't into clothing picking, so it was Alice and Monica
making the convincing.

"You'll look great with these here" Alice handed shorts and more tank tops
to Patty.

"I'm M, not P" he contested.

"Your clothes are too large for you. I don't understand why you spend so
much time and money working out if you don't wanna show what you've
got. Seriously, I was just kidding in the gym. I do love when other chicks
hit on my boyfriend. It makes me feel like I own the guy who's desired by
all the others" what a good-looking chick's hands on a man's chest doesn't
make him do?

We moved to the underwear department, and Patty tried to avoid it. I loved
to see Alice insisting he should get new and better undies. "You're getting
for free, you should appreciate."

Alice wanted to know what kind of underwear bodybuilders would buy. I
looked at Aaron, and we exchanged smiles of mutual understanding. "I've
told Patty already. The smaller, the better. He needs to learn how to be
more revealing."

Patty was trying to fight against it. Steve was hesitant, but Alice and
Monica were of great help. I didn't need to say much. It was virtually
impossible to say `no' to them. Do you know when you've got your mother or
grandmother asking you something so bad you end up agreeing with whatever
they say just to make them happy? It was the same situation. I was learning
a lot with Alice; she was a master in the art of convincing.

"You get this one, and I'll buy a size smaller too. I swear you'll like
it."

There's something about promising something when you want them to accept an
idea. They can't feel like they're the only ones giving in. But once they
accept your terms, you can step back. Just don't do it too often or they
won't trust you anymore.

After all the choosing, we went for the best part. The four of us needed to
use the changing rooms.  For my luck, there were only two stalls available.

"You guys can share, right? You're all men anyway. It'd be boring to be
waiting for you here" Alice said.

The place was very busy, and we would take a couple of hours waiting for
available booths. I got Alice's lead and got my arm around Patty's neck and
pulled him with me. Aaron did the same with Steve.

"You come with me, boy. Let's do this quickly."

He gave a last look at Alice as if asking her to save him, but on the
contrary, she was feeding him to me. As I got into the cubicle, I saw Alice
going for Cecile. I still had no idea what she was up to.

Both Patty and I were holding a lot of clothes. I wasn't interested in
buying anything for me, but remember when I said it's important to offer
something in return every time you ask the bitch to give in? I wanted not
to retribute in any sense, but at this stage, I had to make a little
effort.

We were squeezed inside that little space, and I felt confident when I took
off my shirt. I was big, in every way, and Patty had to learn everything
about my body. He'd get a lot of time to get acquainted with my muscles,
all of them.

"Am I the only one buying clothes here?" I asked him, waiting for his first
move. And so he did. He took off his top and showed me his torso. He looked
at me with eyes of envy. Patty was becoming very easy to read, and I should
take advantage of that.

I took off my shorts and looked at him. Patty did the same and faced me,
both of us only in our undies. Plain white boxers. He was mimicking me, so
I had to be the first one to move. I'd do things I've never imagined, but I
wouldn't have space for regrets. I'd have to give in to get something in
return.

I got my undies off. I was naked in front of him. He couldn't face me, but
he didn't have anywhere else to look, so he looked down to my feet. My dick
on the way. A big, powerful cock attached to a body he envied. I cleaned my
throat; he knew what he had to do. "Let's do this fast, coz I don't have
much time" I still had to pretend I didn't like what was happening over
there.

Patty was in a crucial moment. He was so ashamed of his dicklet; he took a
few seconds to decide.  Just in case, I pulled his clothes with my feet to
a small area under a chair behind me. He could've said `no,' he could've
walked away, but he didn't. Finally, Patty was stripping himself naked
right in front of me. He tried to stand up like a man, again mimicking
me. My hands on each side of my body, he did the same. His dick was very
tiny compared to mine. I let him there, watching the both of us like
this. Very close to each other in a way comparison was just unavoidable.

"You're too ashamed of your body, boy. You've got a nice body for a
beginner" I said firmly but also gently.

"Yeah..." his eyes were still glued to our feet. Or was it traveling around
from my feet to my dick and back to my feet?

"Listen, it's alright to have a small dick, ok? I know you're all full of
drama coz you're not well- endowed, but it means nothing..."

"Easy for you to say" those are the words he used to acknowledge my
superiority. I was happy with it.

"Seriously, Patty. Alice is so happy coz she's with you. Did she ever
complain?"

"No. But it's not something a girlfriend would talk about. She's just
trying to be nice."

I must admit I felt a bit sorry for him. I had to build empathy, that was
the time to have him trust me.  Naked we are always closer to each other
than usual. We were not only naked, but our skinks were almost touching. I
could feel his breath reaching my chest.

"I'm not laughing at you, am I? I know a lot of guys out there who'd die to
have a body like yours.  How many men have women drooling after them as you
did in the gym this morning?"

"But when they see everything they feel disappointed..."

"D'you think Alice is disappointed? D'you think I am disappointed? You're
my apprentice. I'm your master, and I approve you just like
this. Understand?"

"Yeah..."

"No. Look at my eyes."

And he did.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes..."

"Great" I wanted him to say `yes, master,' but this could wait. "Now try
your new undies."

 It wasn't easy to change in that little cubicle. He squeezed his body
against the wall, not to touch my body. It was like he could get hurt if
our skins touched each other. That had to change. I held him by the
shoulder as he tried to reach for the brief on the floor.

"Hey, you can trust me. D'you understand? I know I can be rude sometimes,
but you have to understand I'm your master, and I'm entitled. D'you get
it?"

"Sure, I ain't saying anything."

"Body language, boy. You're squeezing there as if I have a terrible skin
problem. What's wrong with you? Never seen anyone so afraid of body
contact. Haven't you ever had a massage? Never tried wrestling or anything?
Just take it easy, ok? You don't need to be like this around me."

Patty was trying his best. He didn't say anything, but I could feel he was
a little more comfortable next to me. He got the brief and put it on. It
was very small and revealing. The way I wanted it. But I was there for
more.

"Give me one of those."

Patty offered another of his briefs to me. I dared to wear it, although it
was even smaller in me.

"As a bodybuilder, you need to get comfortable in these small sizes. Your
dick needs to be slightly tucked, so people don't look at it."

That was a lie, of course. But I thought that playing with my dick could
get him into watching me with more curiosity. I handled my cock inside the
briefs, and I got his attention.

"Try it yourself" I suggested.

He tried to imitate me, but I'd never been happy with his attempt. I myself
didn't know what I was doing.

"Not so much" I corrected, and he tried again. "Now you're letting
everything out," and he fixed one more time. "Not like this. Try like
mine," and I showed him my package.

I let him try for a few minutes, his eyes glued to my dick under those
small briefs. When I felt the ice was broken, I decided to move.

"Wait. We don't have all the time of the world."

My hands moved to his junk and I touched a dick that wasn't mine for the
first time in my life. Patty jumped back and hit his back against the wall.

"What the hell?" he asked.

"Shut up. I'm just trying to help. Fuck it."

He couldn't move a muscle. But let me touch him for a few seconds. When I
adjusted his dick inside the briefs, he exhaled.

"Can you memorize how it's done?"

"I think so."

"So try again."

For some reason, Patty was very cooperative. I wondered whether my talking
had made an effect on him. Would he accept to be closer to me physically?

He put his dick from one side to the other, but I never showed approval. On
the contrary, I was asking him just to do as I did.  "Fuck, Patty. Listen,
I can't guide you like this. Do mine, and I'll let you know if it's good."

I knew I was going too far. Patty looked into my eyes; he pretended he
didn't understand what I said.  So, I repeated myself in a clearer way:
"Just put your hand inside my briefs and I'll guide you.  Seriously, no big
deal, boy. I know this is awkward, but I don't see any other way out of
this. Do you?"

"Is this really important? Maybe if we just..."

"Yes, this is important. I need to know if you trust me" I cut him.

A few more seconds of hesitation. His eyes traveled from mine back to my
dick until I felt his hands touching my underwear. God, he was doing it. He
pulled the elastic and saw my cock waiting for him again. I still wondered
if he'd touch it.

The problem of waiting for his touch was the anticipation. Those moments
were making me horny, and it was turning my excitement into a hardon. I
tried to think about something else, but my dick was a bit bigger
already. I was only hoping Patty didn't notice the difference in size or
he'd probably think I was gay. His hands were shaking slightly when I felt
his fingers touching my cock. With the other hand, he pushed the elastic
band a bit further and then tried to tuck the cock below my balls.

I couldn't take this much longer, or I'd get a real hardon, and I'd mess up
everything. I looked at his dicklet, and it was still soft which only
proved he wasn't into touching dicks. Well, if I were in his shoes, neither
would I. I couldn't expect to have him all happy about grabbing my cock if
I wanted to turn him from straight to bitch. Things would be much easier if
I were turning a gay into a cock whore, but that wasn't the case. This
situation is frustrating, but that's how this shit works. If you ain't
patient, then don't even try.

"More to the right" I still managed to say, while my thoughts were in my
grandmother giving me a wet kiss on the forehead. Those wet lips were the
most disturbing thing I could have thought of, but its effect wasn't very
strong. My dick was at least one or two inches bigger.

"That's great. Now try yours" I said, changing the attention into his cock,
so I could have time to rest.

"Fuck, dude" he let it out when I saw him cleaning his hands on clothes
hanging on the wall. "I can't believe I touched your dick."

"It's ok, boy. I bet you've touched more disgusting things in your
life. Plus, it's normal to have people doing this to each other on
backstage. You saw people there don't give a shit about being naked and
helping one another. Just think you're doing something else. We're
clean. We take a shower and use soap. Got it? It's just skin, don't freak
out for no reason."

He stopped his lame cleansing act and went back to tucking his dick.

"I'm doing exactly as I've done to you. This can't be wrong.'

My dick was still a bit hard. I didn't think I could have him doing
anything to me again anytime soon.  So, I said he did it right. I wish I
could control myself better, but there wasn't much I could do about it,
unfortunately.

I took off the undies I was wearing and gave it back to him. He pretended
it was disgusting.

"Patty, you touched my dick. This is nothing. Stop being so sensitive about
everything."

He knew it was the plain reality. He stopped pretending it was disgusting
and just left it on another hanger. I got a new pair of boxers and put it
on, hiding my erection. The undie was quickly followed by shorts. I gave
Patty his new smaller-sized clothes and asked him to give them a try.

You should've seen his eyes. The disdain, the confusion, angst.

"C'mon, your girl agrees you need new clothes. You'll be wearing those
mostly among men, either in the gym or competition."

I took advantage of the knowledge I had of him. Alice said he'd wear more
revealing clothes among men, and that's why she thought he liked showing
off for guys. I don't know whether this was a fact or not, but he did try
the shorts. And they were very tight, but the material was malleable. It
stretched and didn't prevent him from moving or anything. His ass was just
the image of heaven.

"You should go out and show yourself to Alice, she needs to approve this"
he wasn't looking very cooperative anymore "you know she would like to see,
right?"

Against his will, he opened the door and found Alice murmuring into
Cecile's ears and both laughing.  When she saw Patty; she came to us.

"Hey, that's something else. Much better. I told you, you should try these
new ones."

"I don't know. They're too tight" he complained.

"Oh, not that tight. Women wear clothes that are much tighter than this,
trust me. It's nice to have people looking at you. I think you were quite
happy in the gym today with all that attention, weren't you? I bet you'll
have twice as many chicks coming to talk to you by the time you go there
again.  Trust me" she finished.

He looked a little pleased after her words. He couldn't hear about guys
watching his ass, but that would be the case too. If he were so worried
about how his ass looked among men, that could've been said too, but the
trauma could have an unexpected reaction, so we should be cautious.

"And what about the undies?"

Now you must imagine we were out in the hall when she asked this. There
were people walking around us. I noticed Aaron and Steve were still inside
the cubicle. I couldn't imagine what they were doing. Was Aaron fucking
Steve? He could be that bold.

"The undies are under the shorts" he answered.

"Well, let me see them."

"Here?" he panicked.

"Why not? No one is watching us, trust me. Plus, we're around you. No one
will be able to see you.  C'mon, honey. It's just us."

If I had said that he would fight back, but to Alice, he couldn't say no.

With the shorts around his ankles, he turned around and showed his new
clothes to his girlfriend.  Those undies were getting into his crack, and
it was more than revealing. My dick was now hard as a stone, and I tried to
change back into my original shorts before he returned to our little stall.

"You don't need to be so embarrassed when wearing this little. I love it,
and I bet any chick would too. Wanna see?" Alice called Monica, Karen, and
Cecile in. "Girls, what d'you think of his new undies?"

"A bit too revealing?" Karen said.

"Yeah, but it's hot" Monica attested.

"Really revealing, but you've got such a nice body. I don't see any
harm. If Alice likes it, then I can't see any problem" Cecile finished the
round.

"I told ya. It is revealing, but it's so hot, babe. I just love
it. Seriously, try to look at yourself and see what we're seeing, and
you'll wear this one all the time. Now try the rest."

Back into the booth, Patty looked at the mirror for the first time. It was
the two of us again.

"Patty, you look great. Stop being so worried about everything. Just the
ass, the fabric is all getting into your crack."

"Oh, fuck" he turned around and showed his ass to the mirror and me as
well.

He tried to fix it, but he couldn't do it properly.

"Patty, may I? You can't do this the way you're doing."

After trying a bit more, he complied. It's so important to have them
agreeing to you when they know what you're doing is very intimate like
touching their ass. But this step is very important and need to be in a
straight-bending routine. You gotta have them agree; they need to know
whatever you're doing is ok, and then it must become the new normal.

I touched his ass carefully, not to scare him. I fixed the bands that were
now out of his crack. My hands, now and then, touched his ass too. I tried
to make him aware that touching is ok.

When I asked him to turn around, he said it was ok. He wanted to get back
into his old clothes and go away. "I like them. Don't need to try
everything. We can just buy and get out of here, right?"

At first, I was pissed but then I thought the obvious. Did Patty have a
hardon because I touched his ass? Fuck, that was incredible. You can't
imagine what a big step it is in the bitch-making process. His excitement
is the fuel for transformation. I couldn't turn that feeling into shame, so
I agreed. He would have plenty of time to get used to the idea that my
touching made him hard. I had to keep being patient and let this
information sink in.

We got all the clothes and got out together. This time, Aaron and Steve
were there too. Something had happened. I could see Steve's lips were
swollen, red like a t-shirt he was holding. I looked at Aaron, and he
smiled a smile I was more than used to. Steve was back to sucking dick with
his new girlfriend just outdoors, what a bitch!

I paid for the clothes, and we walked out. Patty preferred to walk with
Alice now, so I was a bit further behind with Aaron. He was giving me
details of Steve on his knees sucking his dick, and I told him about Patty
touching my dick. We were both very satisfied with the night, but it
couldn't be over like this. I wanted Steve's mouth on my hard dick
too. Just didn't know how yet.

I took the chance to say to Aaron what happened with Kevin and me. He was
intrigued because he knew Kevin better than me.

"He doesn't even have a boyfriend; I can guarantee you that"

"Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore" I replied.

"But that's weird."

"So, after all of that, I thought I should be bi. Maybe he was right."

"Dude, you're obsessed with Patty, that's what's driving you. Not your
sexuality. I don't think it makes you bi. Maybe a curious straight
man. Kevin should be trying to confuse you, so he can have you fucking
every guy you find, including him."

"I did fuck Jay."

"Because you're about having power over other men, and fucking gives you
this power. I don't think you're into men; you're just into power. I don't
think it makes you bi or anything like that. Besides, it shouldn't bother
you. It doesn't matter whatsoever, right?"

"Maybe" I finished deep breathing and exhaling, trying to think about my
confusion. As I said before, the process of bitch making is not restricted
to the bitch. The master must also change, and changing brings discomfort,
pain, and confusion. It's normal, and we must deal with it. Well, I wasn't
a master yet, I was an aspiring one, so my confusion was even bigger than
normal.

As we walked, I saw a high Ferris wheel on the horizon and remembered they
had assembled it near the mall a few weeks ago. It got me ideas
straightaway.

"Hey Aaron, we gotta try the wheel."

"I don't know. I think the girls are not into high. Karen is not"

"Well, then this is just perfect. It's a guys' only ride."

We walked on the park's direction, and I explained to everyone the idea I
had. I knew Cecile would refuse it too because she wasn't into highs
either. Alice should've guessed my plans, so she said she didn't like it
either and made up Monica's mind and she decided to stay too.

Patty, to my surprise, was afraid of highs so that I couldn't insist. I
wanted him to come, and we could get to get a cab for the both of us alone,
but it wouldn't work. So, we went up just Aaron, Steve and me.

Poor Steve was shaking. I just don't know if it was fear or excitement. I'd
bet he was hard in his pants already.

I paid for three rounds, and in we went. The cab was a nice one, closed
with glasses around, aircon and all the fancy stuff.

As soon as we closed the door, I looked at Steve.

"So, what's about Monica. Not into dicks anymore? Two weeks ago, you would
exchange your lunch for a ride on my cock, and now you've got a girlfriend?
What's going on?"

"My mother presented us; I had to get a girlfriend. People start talking."

"Yeah, people like to talk" Aaron replied with a grin.

"I don't mind you have a girlfriend, but we all know you ain't into
pussies, right? Or you can be, but you like something bigger and tastier
better, right?" I asked already knowing the answer. "Why don't you come
over here and do what you do best and suck my dick?"

"They watching us. They will notice if get on my knees."

"Nah, it's too dark. No lights here. They'll see nothing. Trust me. Just a
quickie. I'm so horny; I promise I'll be feeding you a nice and warm
dessert in no time. Come here"

Steve looked down. The girls were talking with each other; Patty was
somewhere else. It didn't matter. Steve kneeled and moved between my
legs. He fished my dick out of my zipper, and I stopped him.

"What's a bitch's uniform?"

"Oh no. Please, not here."

"Why not here? You've done it under a restaurant's table with everyone
around. C'mon now, bitch.  Give me your clothes. You got to earn the right
to wear them again. And that means you'll make me cum before this ride is
over."

Steve was predictable. The kind of bitch I say it's always in negation, the
confused bitch whose `no' always means `yes.' Almost everyone must know
this kind of bitch; they're everywhere. They're also known for being dick
teasers. They get regretful after coming. They use meeting apps on the
phone to get off, to talk dirty and kinky, but once they cum they
disappear. They're time wasters most of the times, but once you find the
right one, they can be very useful. Steve was one of those. You had to get
over his fake resistance, which was fun somehow, and he'd end up doing the
unimaginable.  He unbuttoned his shirt and gave it to me, always looking me
at the eyes, as if pleading to let him go.

As if he said, `let me just suck you, but don't ask me to strip.' Poor
bitch, one thing is related to the other. He should've known that by
now. Actually, they always know, but that's part of their game, so we have
to play along. It can be fun, trust me. The pleading eyes are always
interesting to watch.

I looked at his pants. He looked me in the eyes and lowered his head to see
my dick. It's obvious he'd do everything to suck me, so I just waited. He
unbuttoned the jeans, lowered the zipper, and managed to remove the pants
and shoes together without standing up. A bitch in heat does the impossible
for a taste of dick.

This is what we tops, and masters need to learn about the power we have
with our cocks. Straight and gay couples, in general, go over the
worshipping process. They can talk dirty, but that's so far away from
worshipping. Bitches crave dick; it's a natural imposition. Once you've got
yourself a bitch, watch him closely. Pay attention to the details, learn
everything you can. You'll get to know a lot of yourself through their
eyes.

Steve gave me his pants while his left hand was already removing his
underwear. It was a Sponge Bob one, very childish, very Steve. His poor
unattended dicklet was hard as a rock. Aaron fished his dick out of his
jeans too, and there was the bitch salivating with two dicks to play with;
a bitch's heaven.

"May I... suck you now... sir?"

"Yeah, you may."

And he dove in like a pirate jumping in the water after a chest of
gold. Oh, I've been missing a hungry bitch for so long. Jay had been a nice
experience, but nothing compares to a trained bitch. Aaron had done a good
job training this one. With his right hand, he started to jack Aaron off.

I looked at Steve and saw Patty. Patty had touched my dick. Gosh. That was
such an incredible achievement. I looked down and found him playing
something in a kiosk. His ass turned to me; it was so tiny from up there,
but it was still so appetizing.

Steve moved to suck Aaron too and kept his right hand jacking me off. I
wasn't very keen for a handjob, unless...

"Bitch, you should focus on one dick at a time. Both hands on Aaron's
cock."

The order was clear, and he did as I wanted in no time. Aaron was visibly
having a good time as I touched his left hand and grabbed it. I think he
didn't notice my intention until I pulled it toward my lap.

"Just a little bit."

Aaron looked over Steve who had his eyes wide open watching my move towards
Aaron. I think this is quite entertaining for bitches in general. Watching
their masters submitting must be different from anything they've ever seen.

"Don't worry" I continued. "Steve can keep this between us, can't you,
bitch?"

He just mumbled an `u-hu,' and continued his bobbing up and down on Aaron's
lap. I knew Aaron wouldn't say `no' to me, mainly because he's done this
before. Slowly he started pumping my meat as Steve sucked him. The cab was
on its first way down now, and I realized we had no more than ten minutes
before the end of the ride. I let this continue unchanged because I didn't
want people around the bottom of the wheel thinking we were doing anything
out of the ordinary. The only question they'd ask if they saw us was `where
the fuck is Steve?'

Once we were ascending again, I decided to do something I should have done
ages ago. I let Aaron let go of my dick and asked him to sit on the other
side of the cab, facing me. Steve was on his knees like a lost pet, trying
to understand what was going on. I grabbed his hair and pushed it forward
till he had his mouth back on Aaron's dick. In front of me, his white ass.

I kneaded it firmly, while my other hand was still moving his head up and
down on my friend's dick. I knew Steve would try to protest, so I shut him
up by stuffing his mouth with dick. Plus, it's nothing but an act of
comradeship when you help him by forcing a bitch onto his dick. It's an
indirect help we all should appreciate.

I spat on my dick three or four times, then did the same on Steve's hole. I
pointed my dick straight and pulled his ass to my lap. His position in the
cab was just perfect; it fit him perfectly. His torso filled the space that
separated Aaron and I. His head on Aaron's dick, his ass going down on my
cock.  His sounds of pain were muffled by my friend's cock in his
mouth. His ass so tight embraced my cock in a way no hand or mouth would
never do. Outside, I saw Monica waving at us and, somehow, I managed to
wave back. Well, probably from a distance she wouldn't know I was the one
waving.

I had both hands now on Steve's ass moving him up and down. His head was
now on automatic pilot, but I knew he was enjoying the treatment. A bitch
will always be a bitch, regardless of how much straight sex he's having.

We were descending, and I noticed everyone was now watching at us.

"Bitch, you should look out and wave, or they'll know you're on your knees"
I advised.

I pulled Steve with my hands, and his naked torso was visible for everyone
to see. He tried to hide, but he couldn't. His head wasn't too close to me,
so it was hard to tell he was sitting on my lap. But his naked chest was
unmistakable. I could see in everyone's faces the look of perplexity, as if
they asked, `why the hell he took off his shirt?'

Steve could answer that afterward. He even got the time to wave at
Monica. She waved back, but the priceless facial expression told me she was
intrigued.

Once we were ascending again, I pushed his head onto Aaron's dick.

"This is an expert blowjob, dude," Aaron said. His hand now on Steve's
head. His hand should be smelling my dick.

"This is an expert ass, my friend. I just don't share coz we don't have
much time, and I need to cum."

After finishing the sentence, I felt the cum coming out of me. Quickly, I
took my dick out of the bitch's ass and came on his back. I covered his
back with cum. I think the spectacle was enough to make Aaron cum too. Deep
into Steve's mouth, he fed the bitch more fresh cum. Fuck, that was
intense, but we had a couple more minutes.

"Fuck, my back is full of cum. I can't dress up like this" Steve
complained.

"Yeah, that's a problem. And you can't even clean it. Why don't you ask
Aaron to help you?"

"Hey, why me?" Aaron asked.

"Well, I can't stand cum, dude. And I know you have no problem with
that. Just help the bitch out a little bit."

Steve turned his back to Aaron. My bud was looking for Steve's undies to
clean the back, but that wasn't happening.

"Dude, you don't want the boy walking with cum touching his body for the
rest of the night. Do him a favor and clean it properly" I said
matter-of-factly.

"Dude, I've got nothing here with me..." he was looking for a rag or
something.

"Course you do. He swallowed your cum, so it's only fair..."

Surprise took him.

"No way I'm licking his back."

"Dude, it's either that or your wife will be wondering why you're in a cab
with a naked boy with cum on his back."

"Cecile will see it too."

"Well, I can handle her. But can you handle Karen? Cecile is my girlfriend,
but Karen is your wife. She knows all your family. It could be very
damaging for your reputation."

Aaron was still looking for Steve's clothes, but they were under my
seat. He wouldn't start a fight when the time was ticking.

And just like that, I saw Steve getting closer to Aaron when my friend
started licking the bitch's back.  All the way from the shoulder blades to
his ass crack where my dick was lodged until one minute ago. Aaron was so
close to indirectly sucking my dick, I started thinking again of the moment
he'd suck it. The moment was getting closer.

His tongue was lapping from one side to the other. I could see he was
enjoying the treat. I didn't see him nauseous or anything. I took good care
of my cum because Cecile liked to swallow when she was in the mood. I knew
it was tasteful.

Once Aaron was done, I gave Steve his clothes back, and he dressed up in a
second.

"It was unfair, dude," Aaron told me. "He swallowed my cum, but I didn't
pay back swallowing his. I swallowed yours."

"Dude, you know bitches don't cum. Whatever comes from their dick isn't
cum. You could only pay back by swallowing mine."

"And would you swallow mine?" he asked. Stupid question. I didn't answer.

Once we were back on the ground, I saw Monica coming to us to ask about
Steve's naked chest.

"He was hot, so I said he should enjoy the cold breeze up there. Nothing
wrong about it, right? I was cold, so he was the only one."

Alice looked at me and laughed. She was enjoying my excuses. Probably,
she'd have said something different. Maybe, for her, my excuses were too
obvious, and she could say smarter things. Well, I had a lot to learn with
her, but maybe she's got something to learn with me too.

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