Date: Sat, 28 Mar 2020 06:05:18 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: From straight to bitch club - part 14

By Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>

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

Posted at Nifty.org, please donate so we can keep posting and reading nice
and exciting erotic stories for our entertainment. Please, visit:

http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

-------------

Corona virus time. People isolated or quarantined, including me. Let me try
to help you if you need some entertainment (if that's the case).

Check my Patreon account:
www.patreon.com/user?u=3122824.

I usually don't charge anything for my posts, and if I do it's never more
than once a month.

I'll start making my stories more interactive through my page on
Patreon. It's hard to do it over here, but all the results will be
published here too. I'll give the details over there.

Part of the money will be donated to Nifty.

I want to finish my "Becoming my flatmates' bitch". Problem is, I lost the
book where I had my notes on what's supposed to happen on the following
chapters. And notes on what happened on the previous chapters too. So, if
you like that story and want to help me finish it, let me know the parts I
left unfinished, or parts you'd like to read more about. And I'll write it
again. You help would be very appreciated.


And last but not least, please, send me e-mails to stimulate me, so I'll
keep writing. I spend the whole weekends writing, so, please, write
me. Tell me you're a reader and where you're from ;)


-------------- Now I'm on Twitter Add me, please. I'm over there every
day. ID: kranyatz) ---------------


From straight to bitch club - Chapter 14

It's been two days since I last saw Patty. I started wondering if I had
pushed him into a zone he was still not yet prepared to enter. I need to
admit I was pissed despite the confidence I tried to maintain. I was so
secure my plan was working out that I couldn't think it had all gone to
waste. I had him touching my dick for over a week as I pretended to have
both arms immobilized by plasters. He'd come with me to a stall, fish my
dick out of the pants and help me to piss. On our last encounter, he jacked
me off with a flashlight and even licked my left nipple when suddenly he
realized it was wrong. He panicked. I asked his girlfriend Alice to help me
to fix the situation and she assured me she had it under control, but she
had also disappeared after that. I was thinking whether I should text her
again, but I thought it would show how desperate I was. She could become
even more demanding if she realized how much I expected from her. Alice
wanted me to offer my own girlfriend in exchange for helping to fuck her
boyfriend. This was so fucked up. I started to think that maybe all of this
happened for the best. Maybe it was time to stop with my obsession over
Patty. Maybe he was right when he said all of this was wrong. How far would
I go for a piece of ass? A perfect straight virgin ass? Fuck! Just let it
go! Forget you've ever considered fucking him. That's right. Now move on
and call Cecile.

I felt my phone vibrating. I looked at the screen; it was a message from
Alice. I wish I didn't get too excited about it, but I did. Gosh, I wanted
to turn her boyfriend into my bitch slave more than anything in the
world. I had to contain myself for my own good.

`Call you in 5?'

`OK'

I answered too fast. I should have waited a little bit. What would she
think? She would certainly imagine I was too desperate and would make use
of it. If I continued going on like this, she'd be the one turning me into
her bitch.

Five minutes went on and she didn't call me. Ten minutes later I finally
saw her name on my phone's screen.

"Hi Alice, how you doing?" I tried to sound polite. That wasn't exactly the
info I wanted from her, but I couldn't go straight to the point.

"Hey, Karl. You should be more careful when pushing Pat out of his comfort
zone or there'll be a situation I can't reverse and that'll be the end of
your plans."

Was she scolding me? At the same time, I felt like she was giving me
hope. Maybe it wasn't the end yet.

"So, what happened after he left me?"

"After you sucked his sensitive nipples and then he sucked yours while
jerking you off with a flashlight? Dude..." then a few seconds of silence
before she broke into laughter. "He's panicked, of course. At first, I
thought he was scared because he jerked you off, but today I realized he's
scared because he liked to have his nipples sucked. He thinks a man
shouldn't enjoy that, but he does. I sucked his nipples this morning and I
think he came to terms with that."

"What does that mean?" I wanted to know if she meant everything was back to
normal, but I think I didn't express myself well.

"Well, when "I" am the one sucking on his nipples he won't freak
out. Believe it or not but he came twice just with nipple sucking
today. Just a little bit of cock friction and he was all wet. You found his
weak spot."

"Ok, but how's he with me?" Did I express myself better?

"Well, he'll look for you very soon. I made him promise. I had to say that
what you guys did was normal and that I've had a girl friend sucking on my
tits before. I said I didn't consider myself a lesbian because of
that. That he was being too neurotic, and no one could be more straight
than you."

"Oh, that sounds good" I was a little shocked with how well she handled the
situation.

"Yeah, but I made it even better for you. After sucking on his nipples, I
told him I couldn't keep doing that coz it was creeping me out. I told him
I don't think I'm into that. I made it very clear I won't do it again. Ever
again."

"Hm..."

"Don't you get it?"

"You pissed him off?" I was a little slow whenever I talked to Alice.

"Well, maybe, but that's not what I mean. He's very into nipple play
now. Probably, he'll never jerk off again without playing with them. I
think he'd pay someone, anyone to play with his sensitive nipples. Do you
get it?"

"Yeah, I do. But I'm still a guy..."

"Well, I think you're a smart guy, not just a guy. Play your cards right
and you'll get your Patty to be yours."

"He'll be mine"

"Sure he will. And, by the way, don't bother calling Cecile today coz
she'll be spending the day with me. Kisses and enjoy your day."

Can you see how well Alice manipulated me? I felt so stupid whenever she
talked to me. What was she implying when she said I shouldn't bother
calling Cecile? Wasn't Cecile still my girlfriend? It made me worried. I
know I wanted Patty, but I was suddenly thinking about Cecile. I couldn't
lose her either. I wanted both. I needed to call Cecile. I started browsing
for her number when someone knocked on my door. I thought I should pretend
I wasn't home, when I heard another knock. I stood up and finally opened
it. On the other side I found Patty with his phone on the hand. His white
shirt was too tight, I could see the volume of his nipples. His cargo
shorts were also the ones that made me fall in love for his ass. I wanted
that guy.

I noticed he was texting someone.

"Alice asked me to come here and talk to you" he showed me the phone.

I wanted to talk to Cecile, but would I ask Patty to wait and waste the
chance to talk to him? I know he wasn't in the mood to talk, I could see it
on his face. He was there because Alice made him. If I asked him to wait,
he'd turn around and leave. I felt my hand taking my phone to my pocket as
I let Patty in.

Alice was a dangerous woman and she was playing with me. I asked her to
help me with Patty and now she was messing with my head. She made me wonder
what I really wanted. I definitely couldn't have both Patty and Cecile. She
was making it clear to me. I think she was sending me a message. Something
like `don't play games you can't win'.

"Take a seat" I managed to say. I had to put myself together or Patty would
cross me. I couldn't let him see my disturbance.

"So, your arm is better. That must be a relief." Patty saw I didn't have
both arms in plasters anymore. Fuck! I opened the door without checking who
was it. I forgot to put on the fake plaster.

"Yeah, not the good arm though. The other is still fucked up. And I see
you're not so concerned about being around me anymore. Don't you feel this
is wrong anymore?" I shouldn't be making questions. I was turning this into
an argument. I wasn't still thinking right.

"Talking to you doesn't freak me out, dude. It's just..."

Oh, there he was. The old little bitch was coming out again. At my door, he
was trying to play the tough guy, but it didn't last, did it? It gave me
back some of my confidence.

"It's ok. I was too fucking horny that day. I won't say I didn't want to
suck your nipple, because I did. Dude, I was horny. You can't blame
me. Once I got off though, I regretted it so bad. What was I thinking? I
don't understand why I did that"

"That was weird..." he sounded a bit insecure about his words. Patty was
easy to read, sometimes too easy.

I understood from his answer that I could find a new way to get
him. Gradually, I was forgetting Cecile again. My focus was getting back to
Patty and his brain. I wanted to get in there and make himself insecure
about his sexuality. I needed to fuck with his brain and make him doubt his
very existence. I was starting to feel more comfortable again. It was like
I was back in the place I belonged.

"Why do you think it was weird?"

"B'coz... You said it... it was weird. You regretted it. Two guys can't do
that to each other."

"Hey, I didn't say that. I regretted coz I felt like I was taking advantage
of you. I'll be honest with you. I just pretended you were a cheap whore
and I was sucking on her tits. I shouldn't do that. We're buds. But I did."

Yes, it was too risky, but I did say all of that. I didn't think he would
leave because of my words. I've checked his limits before, and I thought we
were still within his boundaries.

He shifted his weight on the sofa visibly uncomfortable, annoyed or he just
didn't know how to react. It's great to leave a bitch without
reaction. That's a sign you're getting into their brains.

"Disgusting..." he muttered.

"What? Don't you like having your tits sucked?"

I couldn't get back to calling his tits nipples. He needed to understand he
didn't have nipples like other guys, but sensitive tits like a chick's.

"Not that... but you're a guy... Listen, I don't want to fuck up our
friendship, that's all. This is why I came here"

"So, you liked it!" I tried to turn my words into a very strong
statement. I pretended I didn't hear nothing but `not that'.

"What you talking about now? Why does it matter?"

"Dude, just listen to yourself. Where's your self-confidence? I'm trying to
help you out here. If you like to have someone playing with your tits, just
accept it. Why does it matter if it's a guy or a girl playing with them?"

"What the hell, dude? That makes a lot of difference."

"To whom? Besides, it's not like you have the whole football team here
knowing about your kinks. It's just the two of us. And I don't care if you
like it or not. That's your body."

"If you don't think it's different, I think it is. Seriously. How can it be
the same? So, to you, it would be the same to fuck a chick or a man... As
long as you like fucking holes, everything is the same..."

"Dude, listen to yourself. We're talking about tits here. Who's talking
about butt-fucking?"

"I'm just giving an example..."

"And what does it prove?"

I let the argument go on a little bit till we got to the point he didn't
know what to answer. It's not very hard to do that when the bitch is the
one trying to explain something. All you need to do is to keep making
questions. There's always a moment when they won't know what to say.

"Whatever. It's just not right."

Usually that's what they say when they have nothing left to say. Saying
`whatever' is the most common.

"Have you told Alice?" I continued.

"Tell what?" he was still annoyed or angry. It didn't matter. I knew he
wouldn't leave at that moment. Leaving would mean I won the argument and he
wouldn't let it happen. Patty was too proud for that.

"That you like when people play with your tits?"

"Dude, what the fuck? Who cares?"

"Have you?"

"Have I what?"

This is another point of an argument like this. You always get to a point
where the bitch is trying to change the subject, but you have to insist. I
just tried to look very calm now. As if this wasn't an argument, but just
two buddies chatting.

"Have you told her that you like when other people play with your tits?"

He sighed defeated. "Why does it matter?"

"Dude, I'm your bud, right? I'm just curious. Have you?"

It took him a few seconds to reply. He knew that answering my question
would represent his defeat.

"Yeah, she knows it... Happy?" he answered defeated.

"How did she react? Did she suck it for you?" I tried to sound genuine as
if I didn't know what happened with the two of them. I was also very
serious, so he wouldn't think I was joking.

"Yeah, but she's not into nipple play. I dunno... At first I thought she
was but then she said she wasn't..." he was looking at his feet. He sounded
much calmer now.

"That sucks, dude. I saw how much you liked it when I sucked your tits. But
I understand Alice. Chicks ain't into sucking tits, that's what guys do,
right? I know I'm a pro when it comes to sucking tits. Ain't I?"

The bitch blushed – easy to read. He didn't want to answer but I
wouldn't let him escape. He knew I'd insist.

"Yeah..."

"Dude, you don't need to be shy about this. I can do it again if you want."

"No way. Never happening again." He sounded like panicking.

"Ok then. You know what you're missing. If you ever change your mind..."

"Not happening." Calmer now.

"I bet I do it better than Alice, don't I?"

"What the hell, Karl?"

"Oh c'mon, just ego boost."

He didn't answer this time, but his silence said a lot. Probably, he
wouldn't remember how well I sucked his tits to compare, but the doubt was
planted. I think he was struggling to remember. He wanted to know if I
could do it better than Alice.

I got my phone and searched a small collection of porn videos I had. All
short ones with less than a minute each. It just happens I had a few on
chicks sucking on men nipples. Not many but enough. I sent him two of
those. His phone buzzed and he saw what I just sent to him.

"Seriously?"

He blushed again.

"Just watch'em, I have a couple more here. It's your kink, just go for it."

And he did. He watched the videos I sent, and I could see he was getting a
little too excited and embarrassed.

I invited him to come with me to the gym, but he wasn't in the mood. I knew
it wouldn't be a good idea to force him to do anything now. I had to let
ideas sink in his brain first. He left just after that, making out an
excuse I don't remember.

I also knew that my plans had to change. Or, at least, I'd need to postpone
some of them. I told Kevin we had to let the contest for later because
things with Patty wasn't as smooth as I wanted.

I had to step back now. I planned to have Patty stroking my dick without
the flashlight in a week, but he wouldn't do that. He freaked out with a
little tit playing, imagine stroking my raw dick. But he would be doing it
soon, he just didn't know it yet.

The next day I talked to Cecile and she seemed pretty normal to me. We
spent the whole day together and I let Patty and Alice know that. I
shouldn't be fighting Alice, but I couldn't help it. Well, she was so
confident I'm sure she didn't care. I remember I held Cecile closer to me
when I thought of Alice and what she could do. Probably I let a demon into
my life for reasons I couldn't still comprehend. Maybe I should stop
pushing her into Alice's arms, but what would be Alice's reaction? Alice
made me shiver. She was the only one who could drain my confidence and
cockiness out of me.

Cecile was the key I had to go back to my old self, that is, to the man I
was before meeting Patty. I had these two persons leading me to opposite
directions. Cecile was so nice to me. I loved her. But Patty... Whatever I
felt for him was different from love and it felt so much more
powerful. Wasn't love supposed to be the strongest feeling?

I needed to send another message to Patty. I felt impelled. This time, I
made sure to include another one of those short videos.

`Again?' he replied.

`Why? Don't you like it?'

He didn't say another word. I looked for other videos like these online and
found some of guys on guys. I put one of those among those of chicks
licking nipples and he didn't complain as I thought he would. Was it a good
sign? A few minutes later, he sends me a message asking me to stop with
that.
 But I knew his claim wasn't coming from his heart. It was his rational
side trying to put him back into what he considered `right.' A guy sucking
another guy's nipple was wrong.

It was funny. Patty was not so different from me after all. We were both
going through transformations. We both had two sides and we were still to
know which one would end up winning this game.

A dom who can't see how similar he's to a sub doesn't understand the nature
of his dominance. We always come from the same start point. Only those who
grasp this can become true doms. There are a lot of men out there claiming
to be one of us, but they're just rude people playing games with guys they
believe to be weaker than them. Subs are never weak. They can pretend they
are, but their unbelievable willpower says otherwise.

Before seeing Patty again, I still sent him other pics and videos with the
same nipple-play thematic. Patty wasn't even replying anymore, but I could
see he opened the media and watched everything.

We had training on the next day after classes. I met him and I was glad to
see he was wearing the clothes I gave him. His protein shake intake was
also going as planned.

He wasn't talking to me, so I just pretended to be texting someone in my
phone. However, I didn't hesitate to ask him to hand me his shorts whenever
I thought safe. He did it without complaints. This was a sign he had
accepted that staying barely naked in front of me was ok.

That day, we didn't exchange a single word. The same happened for the next
two days. He tried to pretend he was upset, but that's bullshit. Someone
genuinely angry wouldn't even show up. Besides, his problem wasn't me and
the videos I was sending him. The problem was he liked watching
them. Probably he was jerking off to all of them while playing with his
tits. I could even picture Patty trying to lick his own tits and getting
frustrated for not reaching them with his tongue.

At night I removed the plaster of my right arm. I was sure that I didn't
need it anymore.

On my third day together with Patty in the gym, he looked calmer. I could
see from his lips that weren't pouting like before. Again, easy to read. We
were walking towards one of the machines when he turned to me and spoke
out:

"Why do you keep sending me these videos? Seriously, guys sucking each
other's nipples... That's disgusting!" he didn't even talk about my arm.

"Oh, c'mon. You like it. You said it yourself. And the fact is that it's a
lot easier to find guys sucking a bitch's tits than women. Not to mention
that when women do that, the guy is not very into nipple play. But a guy in
another guy is so much more intense. You see how the boy is almost creaming
his pants just from having his tits touched. Don't you agree?"

I decided to use words such as bitch, boy and tits again on purpose. I
needed to both test Patty's limits and make him believe that these words
were also fine when addressing men.

"I dunno any of this shit" and he gave me the pouting lips. It was
hilarious. But this time, the pouting was expressing his discomfort, not
irritation.

"How come? We've done it before."

"Don't start."

"What? D'you think I mind? Not at all. I know you wanna do it again. I
don't mind."

He put himself in the machine, but not before handing me his shorts. His
ass seemed bigger today. In fact, Patty was getting bigger all over. His
pecs were looking greater too. Smooth pecs ready to be eaten while my dick
slid in and out of his hole. I was about to have a hardon when he woke me
up out of my reverie.

"You're weird. Sometimes, I think you're..."

"What? Gay?"

"Bi. Since you date Cecile..."

That's how a typical straight guy thinks when confronted by topics related
to sexuality. There are two possible labels in their narrow minds: gay and
straight. Bi is whoever else they don't know how to define, but in the end,
bi means just lesser gay, but still gay. For some of them, thinking of a
guy as handsome is enough to make you gay. The biggest bullshit about this
thought is that they do find handsome men everywhere, but just don't
vocalize it.

"Am I gay because I'd suck your tits again?"

"Course. We're both men."

"I don't see it like this. When I sucked your tits, I imagined you were a
fucking cheap whore."

He shushed me while looking around, as if he wasn't wearing a pair of tiny
bikini briefs that left almost nothing to imagination.

"It was easy, actually." I continued, "I just had to close my eyes and do
it. You have nice pecs, you know, protuberant... Not as much as chick with
big tits, but a bitch with a nice a to b cup size."

"That's so fucked up..."

"I didn't think of you as you, so it doesn't make me gay. If I did, I'd
throw up on your face." I said just what he needed to hear at that
point. Anything else would make me gay in his eyes and that couldn't
happen. "And yes, I'd do it again. You see, I have a very good imagination
when it comes to sex. I just need to close my eyes and I'm in."

He remained quiet this time, finishing his final reps.

"So? D'you want to have your tits sucked again or what? I don't mind
helping you out."

"Not happening. I said it already. Never again."

Ok, this was time to stop talking about tits. I changed the subject and he
became malleable again. By the end of the routine he even laughed after I
said something funny. On the next few days, I wouldn't talk about tits at
all, but never stopped sending him the images and videos, now 100% of guys
doing guys, and he never asked me not to send them.

Alice sent me a pic of her and Cecile together having some sort of
picnic. I swallowed nails when I saw that, but I sent a smiley face and
said they should enjoy the day. She answered me with a "we will" followed
by a devil face.

Hours later, she texted me again to ask how my progress with her boyfriend
was.

`Very smart of you sending those videos. You're messing with his head.' She
answered.

`What's happening to him?'

`He doesn't talk about anything else but nipple sucking to me. He wants it
so bad. Another guy would have paid someone to do it to him, but he's not
the kind of guy who takes the initiative. You know that.'

I didn't answer so she sent me another message: `I think he's spanking the
monkey right now. Maybe thinking of a tongue in his nipples. Any
tongue. He's so desperate.'

I called Patty immediately after that message. He didn't pick it up at
first, but I insisted. After a while I heard his voice on the other side,
echoing. He should be inside the bathroom.

"What's up?" he said.

"Hey, bud. I remembered there's a nice park around where we could try some
crossfit. They even have those ninja warrior's equipment."

"Oh!"

"We're going there now. Get ready."

"Now?"

"Yeah. I'll be there in five."

I hanged up. He was jerking off, no doubt about it. Alice was very
accurate. I got ready as fast as I could and in less than ten minutes, I
was calling Patty to say I arrived. My phone vibrated again. It was Alice:
`Have fun! P.S. I made sure he's really desperate.'

On the radio, a nice old song... "relax don't do it, when you want to go to
it, relax don't do it, when you wanna come." "When you wanna come."

I saw Patty coming out of his building. He was wearing a nice t-shirt,
jeans and snickers. Probably, that was the first thing he found and dressed
despite the hot wind that was blowing outside. I turned off the AC and
opened the windows. The bitch was sweating already when he got into my car.

"We not going to the movies, boy. Why you dressing like that?"

"Dunno, first thing I put my eyes on."

I started the car and soon we hit the freeway.

"I have a singlet and shorts somewhere here." I reached the back of my seat
with my hands while driving till I found what I wanted. I threw it on
him. "Dress it."

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Look at you. Course you ain't fine. You'll get dehydrated. Quick."

Patty was still very easy to persuade. All his bad attitude towards me
since he last freaked out in my apartment was still not enough to change
his personality. He was submissive and taking orders was just natural to
him. Another thing that made him so susceptible is that he wasn't expecting
this sudden rendezvous. He didn't prepare himself to defy me and I wouldn't
let him.

He took a look at the clothes I threw on him. The tank top was quite loose,
and his tits would be out for everyone to see, and the shorts looked like
soccer shorts. It had a very thin white fabric.

"Now what? D'you think that's gay too?"

"It's not that..."

"So what?"

He mumbled something else but started undressing. I looked at his
chest. His tits were reddish. He was playing with them for sure. When he
removed the jeans, I saw his little dick tenting his boxers. I think he had
planned to play with tits and dick a lot longer before I interrupted
him. He was undoubtedly on fire.

I drove till I found a park where I used to work out years ago. I knew it
would be quite abandoned by now. I was happy when we arrived and found it
deserted.

"Creepy" he mumbled again. Patty was thinking of his time in the bathroom,
so nothing would appeal to him.

There was nothing creepy about the place, just weed and grass growing
everywhere.

"It's not like it used to be when I came here last time, but I can make it
look good again. I can see we can even use some of the equipment there, but
not now, right? Not with you tenting those boxers."  "What?"

"Rub one off then we go and check the stuff outside."

"I'm not... I'm not... not in front of you."

"Why not? D'you think that's gay too?" I would keep repeating this gay
stuff every change I got to the point it sounded ridiculous. "We've crossed
the dick shyness already, haven't we? Besides, it is a good exercise for
you. You get to feel more comfortable with your body and showing it
off. Now, do it, boy. We don't have much time."

I was amazed when he obeyed me. I was expecting a bigger fight there. That
boy should be so fucking horny. I thought of Alice for a second. She really
knew Patty and let me know the exact time I'd have him more vulnerable. It
was as if she was telling me `hey, I'm having a good time with your
girlfriend. So, I'll be nice with you then you can have a good time with my
boyfriend too.'

He propped up his waist just enough to have his shorts and undies lowered
down to his thighs. His dick was like what... if I were a girl, I'd say it
was cute. And that's not a compliment. His blonde pubes were well trimmed,
tight balls very round and firm.

"Hey, can I have some privacy here?" he said when he noticed I was watching
him.

"Privacy is something you don't need. Just go for it presto."

And so he did. And he did try hard. The car was warm. I think his body was
making it even hotter. His fist was pumping his meat with a lot of passion,
but I don't think it was working. Ten minutes passed and he sounded annoyed
or disappointed.

"What's going on? I thought you were ready to shoot. You're so fucking
hard." I remarked with a very low voice as I wanted my words to get
straight into his brain.

"Dunno... It's not working."

"I think it's because you're not doing it right."

"How come? I know how to jerk off."

"Not what I meant. Just let me help you so we can finish this already."

Before he could look at me, I had my left hand crossing my body and
reaching his left tit.

"Woa" he pressed himself against the seat, but he wasn't going anywhere.

"Dude, just try it now. I bet this will do the trick."

He was hesitant at first, but it was more than obvious that he was
appreciating my hand on his tit. When he was back to fully focusing on his
little piece of meat, I thought it was a good time to move another step
further. I got my mouth back on his tit and he shivered at the touch.

"Fuck!" he was gasping.

I held the hand he was using to pump his dick and made it stop before he
came.

"Boy, if you cum and your jizz hits me, I'll fucking kill ya. Now just stay
put and don't move." I warned him. He still tried to reach for his dick
again, but I didn't let it happen. "Don't move! If you want me to suck your
tit, stay put and just enjoy it."

I knew he'd obey again. He could deny it, but he was dying to have my mouth
(or any other mouth) sucking his tit good and slow. He couldn't be rational
at this point. Some people like to use drugs to enhance this kind of
experience, others don't need it. People like Patty are born with this
natural sensitivity. Some feel ticklish, some feel horny.

When I noticed he had his eyes shut, I noticed his little dick leaking as
if begging for attention, which wouldn't be happening anytime soon.

I got my left hand to where it was a minute ago and squeezed his tit as if
I'd do with a chick's. It was much harder than a real tit, no question
about it, but it had a shape that drove me nuts. I was making love to that
piece of meat. Patty's hands were holding the seat as if he was trying not
to fall. The bitch was in another world already. I could try something
risky now. I had to see if he'd freak out or just go with the flow.

"D'you like it when people play with your tits, boy?" he didn't answer my
question at first, but I squeezed it harder and asked again.

"Yeah, fuck it..."

"D'you like it?" I repeated this same question other three times and he
always answered with a `yeah'.

"D'you like it when I play with your tits?"

"Yeah!"

"No one will make your tits feel this good, boy. No one is better than
me. Remember this."

He was shaking. His dick was beyond helpless. I knew that a single touch
would make Patty cum. I had to stop his hands from reaching his dick other
four times. If only I had a rope with me. I knew I had him under my control
right there, but again, every step could make it all go to waste.

I thought about the pros and cons of going on with this and decided to take
it a bit further. I don't know why, but I thought Alice would agree with
me. It was as if I could hear her voice saying, `just do it.'

I stopped all of a sudden and got back to my seat, trying to look
frustrated.

"Fuck. This is becoming weird." I said trying to sound as genuine as
possible.

Patty was still in a daze when he asked what was wrong.

"That's just weird. When I'm doing this to a whore it feels so much
better. Don't take me wrong, but you know what I mean, right? I don't do
this to Cecile because she isn't into rough sucking, which I love. As you
can see. You love rough sucking, but you're a dude. Sometimes I forget
you're a guy, but sometimes it's so obvious you ain't a whore. I think this
is getting too good for you, but not for me."

Patty was still trying to recover. I was happy to see how slow he was at
recovering. The longer the better.

"What? Do you want me to lick your tits too?" he asked.

"Nah... And watch your mouth. I don't have tits. Only chicks and bitches
have tits... It's not that. I'm not really into having my nubs licked, I'm
more into sucking tits. You love your tits sucked, and I love sucking them,
which could make it perfect for us, but you're a guy, right?"

"Yeah..." he was returning. I needed to move faster.

"Wait, maybe this can work" and I resumed the tit sucking. His hands
grabbed the seat once again as if he could shred it if he wanted. Just ten
seconds was enough to send him back to that zone where he wasn't himself
anymore.

"I like being verbal, you know?" I continued. "With cheap whores. Nothing
makes me feel better" then more tit sucking. "Can I try it with you?"

I could only hear his moaning. I stopped his hand once again. His
insistence was pissing me off already. "Can I? Otherwise I'll stop..."

"Yeah, don't stop..."

"Yeah, you like when I call you names, don't you?" I made sure I used all I
knew about tit sucking on Patty. I had no doubt I was great at this. I
learned from the best. Feeling reassured, I continued.

He would never answer me straightaway. I had to push him. He'd always
answer with a `yeah.'

"You're such a cheap whore, ain't ya? Getting all wet as I suck your tit."
I didn't think he would react to these words. I'm quite sure he wasn't even
paying attention, but it was better this way. I just needed to keep these
words running in his unconsciousness.

"You're a bitch, Patty. Such a bitch for me, right? A hot little bitch"
everything I said was intertwined with more sucking. Every chance I got,
I'd say something else. "You stay there pretending to be a pussy man, but
you're nothing but a bitch, ain't you? Ain't you?"

Another `yeah.'

At this point, I must admit I wasn't very sure whether I could move further
or not. I had him under control, but he could wake up at any minute and
actually listen to what I was saying. What would I do if he did? You see,
I'm very confident almost all the time. When I don't know what to do, I
come up with something very fast, so I never worry too much about what
hasn't happened yet. However, I felt I had so much to lose if Patty just
freaked out at that moment. I remembered Alice saying I should go slower
with Patty or I'd reach a point of no return. He'd never talk to me
again. At the same time, Alice wouldn't stop whatever she had in mind for
Cecile. I wanted both but could end up with none.

"Don't move, you little whore."

I kept on playing my cards, but aware of my situation. Awareness is a
hormone killer, I couldn't let it take over me.

I quickly but very smoothly got out of the car trying not to wake Patty
up. I walked to the other side and slowly opened the passenger's door. I
had a small truck, so I had Patty's tits on my eye level. I attacked his
right tit. He woke up for a brief moment, I'm sure. I just didn't know how
he'd react after this instant of consciousness.

I was pleasantly surprised when I saw Patty closing his eyes again and
letting himself go with the flow.

"You're such a bitch. Only whores accept this shit. You have a real man
sucking your tits. The door is open. Your clit is hard. Such a cunt."

I say each of these words in a slow pace. The sentences would never come
complete like this. I'd rather speak one or two words, lick his tit and
then continue with another word or two. This wasn't a dialogue.

As I realized Patty wasn't stopping me, I decided to let myself enjoy the
action a little bit too. I lowered my shorts with my right hand and started
stroking my hard cock.

I'm a leaker and my cock was responding to Patty. I looked at his face. The
face of a bitch in heat. I couldn't help it. I scooped some of my fluids
with two fingers and slowly rubbed it against his lower lips.

"Taste your man. You should be used to this taste. You've been drinking it
for quite a while already."

I smeared some more on his face, then on his left tit that was still wet
with my saliva. I started playing with both tits and he responded well.

"You'll come to me and ask for more of this. You can't have enough. Can
you?"

"No..."

Oh, he wasn't so unconscious after all. I thought he'd just keep saying
`yeah' to whatever I asked, but his `no' startled me.

"Remember you asked me if I wanted you to suck my nipples? Well, why don't
you suck this for me instead. You're a little whore after all, ain't you?"

I offered my precum-covered finger to him once again. It touched his
lips. I felt his tongue swinging between both fingers, but he wasn't
complying entirely to what I thought. He moved his head and I got my hand
back to his left tit.

"I have more than a finger for you to suck, you little cock-tease. You
fucking whore."

I decided it was time to stop it. I needed to see how he'd react once he
woke up. But I needed to make sure he'd be conscious and realize he had me,
a man, driving him nuts.

I got his right hand and drove it to his dick.

"Rub your clit now and cum. I'll let you cum, whore."

He rubbed it and in less than ten seconds he had cum all over his chest. I
made sure to get out before he released his jizz over the shirt I gave to
him. The bitch was spent but the show wasn't over.

I wanted him to look at me, so I started moaning as I stroked my big
cock. Patty came back to his senses and turned his head to my side. That
was the trigger I needed. I let my cum hit the ground as I stood there in
front of his eyes. He'd never forget he had a fucking Man taking him to his
climax.

"No, no, no, no..." those were the first words I heard him muttering.

I took a good look at him. He was a fucking mess. His limp dick and chest
soaked with jizz. His tits were so red I thought those would turn into
bruises.

"Get out of the car before you let that shit on your chest touch my car."

He looked at his chest and did as I asked. He almost fell as his shorts
were still around his thighs, but I helped him up.

"Take off the shirt. You ruined it."

Patty got his shorts back up and took off the shirt. Then he used it to
clean the jizz that was still on his skin.

"Fuck, what have you done?"

"What have I done?"

"I mean, what have we done?"

"Don't even start, bitch. You agreed to everything that happened here. Even
when I said I wasn't getting into this you asked me to continue, so stop
the blabbering."

"Fuck... I know... What happened to me?"

I knew it would take a while to sink, but I was sure he'd be more than
willing to let it sink. These first seconds after an orgasm are just the
worst ones.

"I said it, didn't I? I like to play with tits, and you like when someone
plays with yours. What's the big deal, boy? Your girlfriend won't even
touch them, and mine don't like when I do hers. I need it, you need
it. Right? And we don't want to cheat them with other women? Or do you want
Alice to know you've been hanging out with other chicks?"

"No, course not."

"Simple like that. Why to overthink this? We're buds and we're helping each
other here. You can't even pretend you didn't like it. Look at my
shirt. It's drenched." He didn't know what to say or where to look. "Stay
there. I'll look around. It's been a long time since I last came here. Be
right back."

I walked to a small bush then got myself hiding behind a bunch of
trees. Patty sat on the ground and he covered his face. In shame maybe. He
found his tits and touched them. They were really red. He played with them
a little bit and was he getting aroused again? His other hand went to his
crotch. At first, I couldn't believe my eyes, but then I thought about it
again, and that shouldn't surprise me whatsoever. From what I learned Patty
was all about vanilla sex. Probably he'd never let himself learn more about
his kinks and the stuff that could make him get off. Based on his history,
he'd never touched his body for real. This was all new to him. All the
trauma he had regarding his body made him into he was now in front of my
eyes. A pitiful boy, sitting on the ground with a shirt drenched in cum
beside him, his hand playing with his tit and the other touching his
piddling dick. That scene could make someone cry if it wasn't so hot. That
boy was hot; no one could deny it. Well, maybe he would. He'd never realize
his potential if it wasn't for me.

I walked to the other side of the car through the bushes being careful not
to be seen or heard by him. I went all the way to the back of the truck
where I showed up and faked a surprise.

"Oh, what you doing, man?" I said in a low voice, I wanted to sound very
macho.

"Nothing... shit... I was just watching the area from here" he stood up and
his shorts were tenting again.

"Did you see something interesting?" I said pointing to his tent.

"Listen, this is so fucked up" he tried to change the topic somehow.

"Nah, I told you there's nothing wrong here, bud." I got closer to him and
my hands moved to his chest.

"Woa... we better not..."

"Relax, just curious. I grabbed them before but didn't measure them."

"Measure? What you talking about?"

I took the chance to grab his tits like I meant it.

"I told you, that might be a b cup..."

"Fuck you, I ain't a chick."

I moved my hands from the pecs to the nipples. He moved back.

"I know that. Just teasing you" I looked down at his crotch again. He was
still hard. The bitch would have a lot to think about after what happened
with us. "I think we should go back home now. I don't want you freaking out
on me again."

Oh, his eyebrow quivered, and the eyes lightly squinted when I announced
our return. The bitch wasn't expecting this answer. What did he want then?
Did he want me to insist on sucking his tits again? Of course, he thought
about it. He'd never say so, but it's obvious he had the best orgasm of his
life minutes ago and he was now addicted. But I could see he was still
edgy, defensive. This is what fucking with someone's brain means, my dear
readers. A starving dog knows the food is located after an electric
fence. He tries all he can to get it, but he finally realizes the only way
to eat is to get hurt. He hesitates for hours until he understands that
getting hurt is nothing compared to dying of starvation. The hesitation
will always take place before the final decision.

When we were already on our way back home, I asked Patty if he wanted the
ointment for his tits already or if he'd prefer to get it later. He wasn't
very comfortable sitting by my side bare chested with a hardon that I could
still notice despite the tiny dick he had between his legs. He even forgot
he had brought his own clothes till moments before reaching the town.

I also noticed Patty would say a lot of `fuck' when he was feeling lost
like that starving dog. The `fuck' he mumbled was the first response of a
brain that was trying to work under pressure. You see, many people do the
same. We are constantly in situations that demand a quick answer otherwise
you'll have silence and silence can be scary. People think that silence
shows their inability to deal with a certain subject; they believe silence
shows how unprepared they are. So, in order to avoid silence they have
these special words they mumble whenever caught in a difficult
situation. It could be anything, even a holy moly, but Patty's preferred to
say `fuck.'

 So, yes, he said `fuck' when he remembered he had his own clothes in the
car the whole time but was still dressed like that. He changed the fastest
he could back to his t-shirt and jeans. Then something quite unexpected
happened. The touch of his t-shirt on his more than sensitive nipples was
now turning him on as well. I think all the sucking made him aware that his
nipples were more sensitive than his own dick.

We arrived at my condo and I invited him in. The bitch was scared, but I
still wasn't sure why. He could be scared because he was now becoming
uncontrollable. Well, that's understandable. It happens when people find
out their inner beasts. Not everyone can control themselves after these
beasts are released. Or maybe he was scared because he knew I had become a
threat to his self-proclaimed heterosexuality.

"Just sit down and relax, ok? You're acting weird since you shot all over
your body."

"Can't we just forget it?" he had his elbows over his knees, his face
buried in his hands.

"Course not. I can just not talk about it, but I won't forget it."

"Can we then just not talk about it?"

"Maybe. But first let's take a look at those red tits of yours." I said as
I grabbed the ointment from a drawer beside my bed.

"It's alright. I can do it myself later." He turned his eyes to me as I
walked to the couch and sat beside him.

"Stop the bullshit, Patty. I'm the one who knows how this works. D'you
wanna get better fast or d'you prefer to show those red tits to Alice?" I
have a good point.

"Fuck!" he whispered while carefully took off his t-shirt.

The pecs were getting pinkish already, which was good. The ointment would
do the trick well. I got a good amount of the paste in my fingers and
pressed it against his right tit.

"Fuck, fuck..."

"You need to move it in circles like this." I said expecting him to look at
my hands, but he closed his eyes instead. "You gotta be careful and don't
use too much, coz if you do your skin won't be able to absorb everything."

I don't think Patty was paying attention, and it didn't matter coz I was
making up the whole instruction.

"Try not to go from one side to the other, just go in circles like
this. One or two fingers are fine."

The bitch was slowly humping the air, probably trying to get off as his
dick grinded against the hard fabric of his jeans.

"Dude, you will wet your pants if you keep doing that and you don't have a
spare. Do you want me to...?"

Again, he just mumbled something that I barely recognized as a `yeah.' I
wouldn't ask again. I unbuttoned his jeans, opened the zipper and with his
help, I lowered his jeans and undies to the thighs.

I sat now on his other side and started licking his right tit. Licking and
sucking are a hundred times better than simply touching, but you gotta know
what you're doing. Being too rough, biting, pulling it with the teeth is
not for everyone. If a guy got the nipples as sensitive as Patty's, teeth
can hurt like hell. If the guy is not on drugs, biting can easily distract
him.

"Are you back, you little dirty whore?" I asked but he wouldn't answer. So,
I insisted "are you my cheap whore? Are you?"

"Yeah..." he answered huskily.

I felt my phone vibrating and I read the message while my mouth remained on
Patty. It was Aaron saying he had to talk to me. He was downstairs. I asked
him to come up. `Doors open. B quiet'.

It took him a couple minutes to have him standing on the other corner of
the room. I looked at his shocked expression. I pointed to Patty's left
tit. Aaron licked his lips and came closer.

That was a bold move, I know. But I thought it would be a good (although
risky) idea to give Patty the best sexual experience of his life. I had a
short-term plan for Patty that could be the right path for what I had for
him on the long-term, and I needed to have him addicted to what I was doing
to him. I ain't saying it is easy to have it done, but I was very sure he'd
think about it every single time he or anyone else touched his dick. His
sexual drive would never be the same again because now he knew that better
than just fucking pussy was having someone playing with his tits. And I
knew he'd try to do it himself, but it never works the same. It's like
trying to tickle yourself; it's never the same. Moreover, I knew almost no
woman would be able to do to him what I was doing. He'd always compare. I
just needed him to come back for more.

Now, Aaron's presence there could make Patty's experience even more
intense. Two mouths stimulating him at the same time could give him the
ultimate orgasm, the one he'd never forget.

I felt Patty's body trembling when Aaron started doing his thing. Patty
wanted to lower his head and see what was happening, but I used my thumb to
keep his head from moving down. He didn't force it. Patty was decided to
have the time of his life, regardless of what was going on.

"Look at you, Patty. Such a bitch with two real men sucking your tits like
we'd do when sharing a whore. We're not even paying for it. You're worse
than a cheap whore coz you're free."

He mumbled something again, but Patty was far away. His consciousness too
weak to respond. In situations like this, the mind becomes blurry, nothing
is right or wrong because we can't think under these terms. Everything is
simply what it is. Pleasure is pleasure and that's it.

Aaron was smiling and probably wondering what was going on there. He
couldn't understand how far I've pushed Patty.

"Just keep sucking his tit. That's the key to his brain" I managed to tell
him.

"Oh, so this is not the first time?"

"Course not." I answered with my eyes glued on Patty's head. Would he
notice I was talking about him to another guy right in front of him? "The
bitch is addicted to some nipple play."

"I can see that. Look at his dick leaking like crazy."

When Aaron mentioned Patty's dick, the bitch tried to reach it again, but I
did not let him.

"Just eat his tit as you mean it. Make him beg for more" I instructed
Aaron.

The two of us made our best to make that moment memorable for Patty. And
judging from his reactions, his body movements, his mumbling, his throbbing
dick, it was perfect.

"You can feed him his precum if you want. He wouldn't have a clue." I
continued. It would be nice to watch it happening, but I wouldn't touch
that dick ever again. Aaron on the other hand was more enthusiastic and
cared less when it came to touching dicks.

"No shit! For real?" he seemed genuinely surprised.

"Yeah, go for it. But don't touch the dick too much or he'll cum."

And Aaron did it. Cautiously, he reached out for the boy's dick and scooped
a good amount of precum that leaked from the head. Still slowly he took his
hand to Patty's mouth.

"Careful" I warned.

Aaron touched Patty's lower lips and cleaned his fingers with his saliva.

"Is your juice sweet, bitch? You're such a whore now Patty." Then I turned
to Aaron "give him more."

Aaron did it again. This time, I saw Patty licking his finger. What was he
thinking when he decided to move his tongue? It was hot to watch, but it
could also mean he was starting to have his will back. If he woke up now,
that would be the end.

"It's ok, bud" I made Aaron stop. "I wonder if his juice is sweeter than
mine. I doubt it, though. Mine is the sweetest."

Aaron is not stupid, but I think I didn't make myself clear enough. I
couldn't blame him.

"Why don't you try it and let me know?"

"What? Do you want me to...?"

"Just a little bit. I'm curious to know which is sweeter. It may become a
valuable information in the future. You know, you've tried mine already. No
one better than you to say it."

"Yours is different, right? You're..."

"Yeah, I'm bigger. I'm the alpha. Patty is just a bitch. But I'd like to
know it. C'mon, just a little bit won't hurt. The boy's clean. He's almost
a virgin, you know that."

Aaron wasn't a great challenge to me because we were more or less on the
same page. Maybe on opposite sides, but still the same page. He got his
precum-wet finger and brought it all the way to his mouth. Hesitant at
first, he sank it in and shut his lips around the finger. His tongue was
swinging from one side to the other as if he was tasting wine. I squinted
my eyes so he would know I was waiting for an answer. In the meantime, my
mouth was still over Patty's tit.

I raised my left eyebrow. Aaron's right hand was working Patty's left
tit. His left hand returned to Patty's dick and he got some more. It was
either too hard to tell, or he enjoyed the boy's juices.

"Hard to say."

"So, scoop some here and compare." I lowered my shorts with my right hand
and let my hard dick point to his direction. Aaron was taken aback for a
while, but he's done it before. And, somehow, I knew he wanted to. His left
hand touched the head of my cock as he collected a few drops of my
precum. Soon it was back to his mouth. Aaron was turning into a great cum
sucker.

"So?" I inquired again.

"I hope I'm not being biased here, but I think yours is better."

"Is it sweeter?"

"Yeah, a lot more. And thicker too."

I started wondering if it really mattered to know such a thing but watching
him swallowing both our juices made me hot as hell. A big guy like that
doing something so nasty like tasting cum.

"Why don't you make the bitch cum?"

"Nah, I'm not a cocksucker..."

"You don't need to use your mouth. Just touch it and you'll see the magic."

"Is it that easy?" he seemed intrigued.

"That easy. The bitch is more than ready. Just get ready for his freaking
out afterwards. He'll say a lot of shit and storm out of here." It wasn't
too hard to predict what was going to happen.

The point is that I didn't care for Patty's reaction now. I wanted to see
how he'd deal with what happened days later as his body would crave for
more action and Alice would keep her hands and mouth away from those
tits. As I said, sex would never be the same for him again. And the best of
all: he'd start thinking that only a man would be able to make him feel
good like that. That's not something every woman can do. That was the most
important part of all.

Aaron touched and rubbed Patty's dicklet for one and two seconds. That was
enough to have the bitch shaking like green bamboo on the wind. He propped
up his waist up high and his dick exploded like a volcano. Countless
squirts of cum washed his body and reached the wall behind his head. His
face got some of that jizz too and he was drenched again, but now even more
than before. Aaron was laughing, it wasn't too loud but even and
post-orgasm Patty could notice it.

Patty returned to a sitting position as he recovered his breath. Then he
opened his eyes and found Aaron and I watching him. His exposed dick going
soft, his naked torso. The shy Patty was open wide for the world to see.

"Fuck... This can't be true. You both are queers" he stood up, fixed his
jeans and dressed up, as if his body wasn't sticking with fresh cum. "Fags,
both of you. Two fags. It was so obvious. Since that day in the
restaurant."

I just couldn't take that shit anymore. I put both my hands around his neck
and pushed him forward till we both stopped when his back reached the wall.

"Listen here, boy. You don't get to call us fags, because if there's a fag
here, that is you. Maybe you don't remember but you were quite begging me
to suck your tits a few minutes ago. You even allowed me to call you names
as long as I continued playing with your b cup. And I did call you
names. I'm quite sure you remember each one of them. I told you I don't
mind sucking tits as long as I think they belong to a whore, and still here
you are, the second time today. To me, you were just a whore. And if you
thought I was a chick playing with you, I don't care. As for me, I had a
good time with a whore, and I don't think that makes me gay. What about
you?"

Patty was weaker than me, but still strong enough to get away from me.

"Fuck you. Fuck the both of you."

And just like that, he left.

I turned back to Aaron who looked puzzled.

"So, what d'you wanna talk about?"

-------------------------------------------

Part 14b

"Oh. I know you said this would happen, but I wasn't expecting something
this intense."

"There's no transformation without tension and drama. This boy's head is a
mess, trust me. Everything he believed to be right seems now a bit
wrong. His life that once seemed so right and safe is not the same. He'll
disappear for a while now, but I bet he'll be back."

I wasn't very convinced my words were precise. Last time something like
this happened, I got quite anxious within a couple days. The drama now was
worse, the worst so far. I showed all my cards; I had nothing left on
me. Maybe even Alice wouldn't know how to help me after what I've done.

"Are you sure?" Aaron was still impressed.

"If I'm wrong then I'll think about something else. But there's nothing I
want that I don't get." In these words, I believed above everything else in
this world. "Now, what brought you here?"

"Of course. Mister Lee, I mean, Greg saw you fucking Steve and Monica in
the lockers. He came and told me everything today. He said I'm the first
one to hear this from him. I asked him not to tell anyone else coz it could
make your life harder in the gym. He said he wouldn't, but you know he's a
story man and he's got a big mouth."

Great. Now I had something else to take care of.

Mister Lee. Well, to start talking about him I need first to say that this
name is a joke. His real name is Greg, short for Gregory, his full name is
Gregory Lee. He's descendent of a Chinese family but can't speak his
parents' mother tongue. Some people would call him Mister Miyagi, but he
hated that. Not for the name, but for not allowing anyone insinuate he was
Japanese.

He shouldn't be older than me, maybe the same age. We called him mister
because he always used to have an answer for everything. You see, he liked
to talk, he's always telling stories. This part had a good and a bad side:
the bad was that he'd probably tell everyone what he saw in the lockers;
the good was that no one would believe him.

Lee worked in the gym like Aaron assisting people with the equipment,
making repairments and stuff like that. He was a gym rat like Aaron and
wouldn't find a meaning to his life if he wasn't under a barbell working
his big pecs. Yes, he was a big guy, he was fun, but the brain was smaller
than his mouth. I don't want to sound arrogant here, but this was my
opinion about the guy. Reason why I never talked with him for too long. He
had this habit of interrupting me and then talking about unrelated shit,
which pissed me off. I didn't like to talk to mister Lee, but now I
couldn't help but going after the guy. I had to put him in the game. That
was the only way I'd keep him from overtalking.

"Is he engaged? He's straight, right?" I asked. I really didn't know.

"Yeah, I mean, straight, not engaged. Why? Don't tell me he's your next
target."

"What? Like Patty? No way, Patty is an obsession of mine. It's like an
unfinished sculpture that I'm working on. He's unique. The rest is just
fun." This was my turn to say too much. Aaron didn't need a lot of details
on what I wanted from Patty although he was part of the plan too.

"Oh... So what?"

"Well, he saw me fucking Steve, right? So now I need to make Greg fuck
Steve too. This way we'll be even, and he'd think twice before talking
about me to someone else."

"I don't know he'd be interested. The guy's straight too."

I had to hold a smirk when Aaron said this. If Lee was as straight as the
both of us, then I wouldn't have to worry about a thing.

"When was the last time you saw him with a chick? I don't know him very
well, but I've never seen him chasing anyone. I know he's got a lot of shit
to talk about, but none is about chicks, pussies, tits... You know what I
mean."

"Honestly, now that you mentioned, I don't remember seeing him with anyone
either, but he does talk about a few chicks in his neighbourhood. Dunno if
he's just bragging or if he's making up. But the guy doesn't look gay to
me."

"I don't think he's gay, maybe just shy. Maybe all the crap he talks about
is a cover up. I don't know either. But if I were to bet, I'd say he's a
naïve virgin. Anyway, do you have his phone number?"

"Yes. Let me see..." Aaron started looking for it in his phone. I got mine
from my pocket when I saw a message from Alice. What now?

`Have you been a bad boy?'

I wasn't in the mood to deal with Allice or Patty at that moment. In times
like this I'd rather stay away. Don't say a word if you don't mean it. If
you're pissed, you won't mean a word you say. So, don't say anything when
you're pissed. I admire people who can play dumb. I needed to work that
side of me.

Aaron gave me Greg's number and I saved it in my phone.

"What else d'you know about him? Anything more private? Any secret?" I
asked.

Aaron thought for a few seconds till he had an eureka moment. "Of course,
people in the gym says the guy is a horse."

"What's that. Are you saying Lee has a big dick?"

"Not only big, they used to say he's a bit shy because he's huge. He
couldn't take the jokes that Asian guys aren't supposed to be big, so he
never talks about sex to anyone."

"That's weird. He should be fucking proud to have a big dick." I was still
trying to understand Lee's rationale.

"It's not big. It's huge. Well, that's what I heard."

"He should do porn then. Make a website, I dunno..."

"He's too shy when it comes to sex." Aaron explained.

"What's wrong with men nowadays? It feels like I'm having a déjà
vu. Is he a Chinese version of Patty?"

"Kinda" Aaron wasn't too sure about Lee's personality either. "From what
you told me, Patty's shy coz he's got a big ass, and Lee's not very
confident coz he has a huge dick."

"What about money? Is he rich?" I was studying my options.

"Don't think he's rich. Would you consider paying him to be quiet?"

I smirked. "Sometimes I think you don't know me at all. I'd never do
that. To tell you the truth, I wouldn't mind if he told everyone what he
saw, but it could cost me access to the gym and Patty could hear that and
our situation would become even harder. I don't know but since I started
playing with Patty, I just feel like playing more."

This was a fact. Once you see the effect you can have over other people,
you can't have enough. I was feeling so powerful. I wasn't just changing a
guy's day, I was changing his whole damn life. And at the same time, I
wasn't destroying him. No, I never meant to make someone else's life
miserable. If I felt Patty wasn't enjoying my influence over him, I'd let
him be. This is the nicest part of all: you can have some fun transforming
a man's life while helping him to discover who he really is under the
shyness that stopped him from a full blossom. Everyone has a hidden self
that could shine under the sun, but they wither in darkness. This isn't an
easy process though. You need to be a bit wise to discern a `no' that means
`yes' from a `no' that does mean `no'. If you can't do that, the
consequences will be terrible for you and anyone else involved.

When I go slow with Patty, I want to know him better. Know his limits. I
talk about it all the time. I can't expand his limits too sudden or too
broadly. If I reach a point where I feel he won't move further, I'd just
leave him. This is something that always bothered me: was I reading him
well?

"Damn. The bitch left me with a fucking hardon after playing with his
tits. What about you?" I was horny indeed.

"Yeah, I've been hard the whole time." He agreed. I didn't try to look if
he was telling the truth because I knew Aaron was usually as horny as I
was.

"What if we jerk off?" I never felt like there was a taboo between Aaron
and me. I'd say whatever came to my mind.

"Good idea." He smiled. "May I?" He asked as he walk toward the couch.

"Sure." I walked to the couch with him and we sat down together. And
together we lowered our shorts and undies that fell over our feet.

I'm not the kind of guy who would share the couch with another half-naked
dude, but things were changing, right? Dicks weren't my thing in general,
but I couldn't deny the obvious fact that the person I wanted to turn into
my bitch had one of those. Not only that, the list of people I wanted to
transform was gradually expanding and all of them happened to have
dicks. This does not mean I was becoming a dick man. No way. I just needed
to get used to having it around me sometimes. Trust me, I was struggling
here.

There's something very weird when you see the hard dick of a good
friend. And it becomes a lot weirder when you jerk off together. I wouldn't
feel so exposed when I was with women or guys I didn't consider close to
me. Well, this wasn't the first time Aaron and I had been in a similar
situation, but now I sat down and had me by my side – my eyes every now
and then watching his hard dick – I felt the strangeness. And why did it
feel strange? Clothes shape our identity and keep us apart from being too
intimate to others. It's a kind of barrier we have that make us comfortable
to create a character, but the lack of clothes leaves you being who you
really are. Well, you're exposed.

You see, it's very fun to watch Patty walking naked around me when I'm
fully clothed, because I'm protected and he's vulnerable. When you get
bitches to understand they are supposed to be naked around you, they
understand you're superior. You have earned the right to wear clothes and
he didn't. But when the two of you are naked, then you must find your
superiority by other means. I did it by talking and building a sense of
hierarchy through dialogue.

"Isn't this weird? I love my cock. I look at it and think, gosh, I'm a
lucky son of a bitch. Everything in my cock is just perfect. The size, the
girth, the big purple head that has just the perfect size. Even the
veins. Seriously, look at those veins."

That experience with Aaron was helping me to learn new things about sharing
these more intimate moments with other men. The words were coming out of my
mouth and I wasn't actually thinking about them. I trusted my guts and, as
I spoke, I understood what could make me superior among other men if we
were all naked and hard. (I say hard because this is different from sharing
a shower with another guy with no sexual tension involved).

If you have two cocks in the room, the alpha's must be the one to be
focused on. That's the one we will talk about. The other dick is just an
accident – it exists, it is there by your side, but it should be
completely disregarded as if its existence has been denied by the alpha's
presence.

"Don't you think it's awesome?" I wanted him to say something.

"Yeah, all dicks are kinda the same, right?" Aaron wasn't even paying
attention.

"How can you say that? You've just seen and touched Patty's dick. Do you
think that shit is the same as this one here?" I slapped my dick against my
hand to make him pay attention to what I had in my hands.

And Aaron did look at it. He's seen it before, and it was an awesome cock
indeed.

"Yeah (coughs), I mean, a dick is a dick when it comes to its
functions. How can I explain it? Every dick pisses and cums, right? In this
sense they're all the same."

"So, what makes them different?" I insisted.

"The size, right? I dunno..."

"Don't you think my cock is awesome?"

He looked again. "Yeah, it's not bad at all."

"As I was saying, I think my cock is awesome, but I think only my cock is
nice. It's weird, innit? I think all other dicks in the world are
disgusting. No offense."

"None taken." He answered, but I knew he was feeling lost. He didn't know
what to do.

My dick was bigger and thicker than his. But when we talk about an
aesthetically-pleasant-looking cock, we mean a lot more than just
size. It's the right proportions, the balls, pubes, everything that comes
to our eyes when we face a cock. After looking at Aaron's, I knew mine was
much better than his. There was nothing to argue about this, although
beauty is always debatable.

"Dude, your dick is disgusting. Sorry to say this, but I got way more lucky
than you when it comes to cock." I decided to use the word `disgusting'
because that's what I felt at that moment. It is not actually disgusting;
it was just a dick as any other, but I just had to express it truly to him.

"Bullshit, my dick is ok. There's nothing wrong about it. Wife never
complained. No one ever had."

"I know, I'm not saying that. I'm saying that when we compare yours with
mine, we see that mine is much better. Yours is ok, but mine's awesome. You
can't deny it. Look here again."

I made him take a good look at my cock again. Aaron liked it. I knew it.

"Isn't mine much better than yours?" I continued.

"It's bigger, so it's better."

"It's much better." I wanted more.

It took him a couple of seconds, but he did say: "Ok, it's much better."

I left the subject lingering for a while. I noticed I was slowly stroking
my cock now, but Aaron had ceased completely. His eyes travelling from my
dick to his when he should be comparing dicks without worrying too much
about looking gay.

"Now, do you see how yours is disgusting to me? I mean, to other people it
may be ok, but when I have such a magnificent cock, I can only think yours
is disgusting. You recognized it yourself, right?"

I don't think he did, but I wanted him to think this way. And he agreed
somehow. When I saw how my message was getting into his brain, I reached my
left hand to another part of the couch where I had a hand towel hanging and
threw it on him.

"What's this for?" he asked.

"Bud, if I were you, I'd be ashamed right now?"

"Why?"

"You know, your disgusting dick and my amazing cock together. If I had your
dick, I'd feel like hiding it. This way we don't need to compare them
anymore. I'm sure you'd feel much better."

It took him a few seconds again before his left hand met mine and he took
the towel from me. He topped his dick with it, but his right hand remained
there holding it, even though his hand was still not moving whatsoever.

"See? Isn't this much better? Now you can even pretend your dick is as nice
as my cock as long as we don't have to look at it."

I was learning a good and interesting lesson with Aaron that day. I
realized that probably it'd be ok if I were naked and Aaron not. When I had
him thinking he was inferior to me, I noticed clothes weren't very
necessary anymore. He had accepted his role as the beta man before his
alpha and this wouldn't change even if he was fully dressed.

Aaron wasn't exactly happy with the way the situation was developing, but
his dick was still hard from what I could see. He could even speak out he
wasn't enjoying our interaction, but his hand was working on his dick
again, up and down. I let this new arrangement go on like this for a little
while. My hand was working my cock faster, but I didn't want to cum yet. At
least, not like this.

When his hand was pumping his meat on a more natural speed, I saw Aaron's
eyes back to my cock. That was a great sign. I could try to push him a
little bit further.

"If you were to choose which cock should cum here today, which one would
you choose?" I asked.

"What d'you mean?" he looked genuinely confused.

"If we were told by someone, I don't know, anyone, that only one of us
could cum. And then we'd need to choose here between the two of us which
one would cum, which one would you choose."

"That's stupid. Why someone would allow only one of us cum?"

"I dunno. It's just a supposition. For some reason, I thought about
it. Which one would cum?"

"That's such a bullshit. I don't know..."

"Well, I'd say it should be mine. What would you say?" I interrupted him.

"That's stupid..."

"Oh, c'mon just make believe."

"Of course I'd say it should be mine." Aaron answered at once. Who would
say otherwise, right?

"Why?" I know it's a stupid question, but it had to be asked.

"Because... That's stupid. If I'm to choose between me and you, why would I
choose you?"

"You know why. My cock is much better than your dick. You said it
yourself. It's only fair that only the best gets to cum. Just pretend our
lives depended on this decision, right? And my mind was set on my cock
already. Why would I change my mind if the both of us know my cock is
better than yours? Then it would be up to you say I got the right to cum
and not you. If you didn't, we'd both die. What would you say?"

"Dude, I think that playing these games with Patty is burning your fuses. I
think you don't know what you're talking about anymore."

"Nah, you know I'm perfectly fine. Just add to this story the fact I can't
cum when I jerk off. You remember that day in that restaurant's toilet,
right? I need someone to do this for me." He stroked my cock once, this
wasn't something new to him. "So, who'd get the right to cum?"

"Me..." his voice was fading in doubt.

"Are you sure? Look at this beauty I have in my hand, dude. Wouldn't you
like to see it coming? Wouldn't it be more pleasing than seeing yours?"

"Don't think so..."

"And you know how I'd cum, right? The only way is with your hands doing all
the hard work again. Wouldn't this be a great deal for the two of us? Your
dick is not coming, but you're still making a cock cum. My cock. You're not
losing anything. Actually, you're winning. I bet that once we were done
would be just as satisfied as if you had been the one to cum."

Here I was blabbering again. There's no much sense in these words when you
hear them with a cold blood, but it has a lot of power when you're in other
sort of situations, such as jerking off with a bud. These words change
their meaning quite a lot when you know where the roads are taking you
to. And they were taking him directly to my magnificent cock. I knew
that. He knew that. The couch and furniture knew that. The only way to
finish this story differently was if Aaron stood up and ran away like Patty
did. But that was not something Aaron would do. He was different from
Patty.

"So, you're talking all this shit just to ask me to jerk you off?"

He asked me this very naturally, as if I was asking him to help me carry a
heavy box. That was more like Aaron.

"Kinda, but not just that. Why don't you start, so I can make my point
clearer?"

I was waving my cock at him with my right hand as my left arm went to his
back in half a hug. I wanted his body a little closer to mine.

He hesitated for a while, but his left hand came out of his tower-covered
lap and landed on my cock. His fingers closed around my shaft and I let out
a moan of compliment. It's important to let the bitches know their job is
being appreciated (well, I didn't consider Aaron a bitch but the process is
not so different).

"Now, I know you're left-handed, right? D'you thing you can jerk off with
your right hand?"

"I don't think so... But I could do you with my right hand."

"Maybe, but that wouldn't be a good job, right? And I don't want your bad
hand stroking my cock when I can have your good hand instead. That's
reasonable, isn't it?"

He didn't answer, but his hand started pumping my meat slowly. I liked
Aaron because he wasn't too scared to do what he felt like. I loved to
watch those fingers around my shaft and that ring there, telling me he was
a married guy who enjoyed my cock. There's something about married guys
that just drives me nuts. I imagined how nice it would be to turn a married
guy with children and a good job. Maybe something to consider in the
future.

"Besides, you couldn't do a good work with me if you had to think about
yourself at the same time. If you choose to do only me, then you can focus
only on me."

"I don't know why I'm doing this."

"Course you know it. You said it yourself. My cock is much better than
yours. It's just natural you feel like stroking me more than jerking off
your disgusting dick. Now you don't have your junk out, and now you're not
even touching it, it does feel much better, right?"

He decided not to answer again. This was only natural. Aaron was out of his
comfort zone, so I thought it would be better to let things go on like this
before talking again. My plans for him were still not over. After a few
minutes, his hand was doing quite a good job. I was too horny to keep going
on like this for too long.

"Do you remember when you licked my cum that day in the gym?"

It's hard to describe his face when I reminded him that. I think I got his
mind wondering what I'd ask him to do next. He might have thought quite a
lot of stuff.

"I ain't sucking it."

"Course not. But do you remember how you liked the taste? You know you like
it. You just licked my juices when Patty was still here."

"Yeah, it's not bad... But it doesn't mean I wanna swallow it all the
time."

"Not all the time. We don't do this all the time. But when we do, don't you
feel like having that nice cream in your mouth? Then feel it going all the
way down your throat and straight to your belly?"

"Dude, you talking like this makes me feel nauseous."

I don't know if he meant what he said, but I doubt it. Aaron was past the
point of feeling nausea when swallowing cum. He's done that before, and he
was alright. But things aren't so simple when you don't consider yourself
completely gay. There's always a shadow of doubt that will always come back
when you're being pushed out of your limits. But limits are meant to be
broken.

"You don't feel nauseous. You swallowed it and didn't throw up. On the
contrary, you liked it so much you could have had more. And I think you can
have more if you want it. I mean, last time you had to suck it out of my
fingers. I had a lot of cum elsewhere that you missed. But there's one way
to have it all into your mouth..."

"I said I ain't sucking your cock."

"You don't need to suck it. But I can cum right into your mouth. You just
need to kneel down in front of me, point it to your mouth and I'll make
sure everything lands on your tongue."

"I don't wanna do that..."

"Let's just try it, ok? I don't like the mess of cum going everywhere. It's
so hard to clean. Listen, if you don't feel like swallowing you can just go
to the toilet and spill it out. It wouldn't hurt, uh?"

"Only if you promise your cock won't touch my mouth."

"Nothing is going in your mouth. Well, just cum, I promise."

Aaron was stretching his legs to get up, but I stopped him.

"Before you do that. Why don't you put your shorts back on? This way we
won't get distracted by your disgusting junk."

"It's not disgusting, dude." He answered as his hands raised the undies and
shorts back to his waist.

"For other people it's not. I agree. But, as I said, when we're together
like this, when you see my cock, you need to confess yours is not really
pleasant. Now just kneel and keep doing your thing."

As I watched Aaron kneeling down, so submissively, I thought how nice it
would be if Patty was this easy to convince. Then I thought again and
disagreed. What would be the fun if Patty submitted so easily?

Aaron took my cock in his hand again and had nowhere else to look but at
its head now pointed to his face. It was nice to see that big guy on his
knees before me, jerking me off while he wouldn't touch himself. I had
established my superiority, and this couldn't be reversed. Aaron allowed me
to be the alpha without much resistance. Eventually, I'd have my way with
him.

As I approached my climax, I told him I was close to coming. I used my
right hand to pull him closer to my cock. He opened his mouth, but he
didn't look confident he should do this. I was reaching the point of no
return, and he sensed it by the way I clenched my fists, my body trembling.

Afraid of the unknown, Aaron closed his mouth and the first spurt of jizz
hit him on the cheek. He tried to move back, but I held his head close to
me. If he didn't want it in his mouth, then he'd get on his face. The
second and third volleys hit him on the hair and then right on the eye. The
fourth was just over his lips. The fifth and sixth on his chin and they
were quickly running down and dropping on his t-shirt and shorts. I still
had more two of those hitting his t-shirt as he managed to move it away
from his now drenched face.

After the shower of jizz, Aaron could only open his left eye. He quickly
reached the hand towel that was till moments ago hiding his dick. He wiped
up the cum on his face but didn't look upset. Maybe concerned, I couldn't
tell.

"Dude, you got a facial. Why did you close your mouth?" I asked in a
friendly way.

"I couldn't do this. It's too much, I guess."

Aaron looked almost apologetic. I scooped quite a good amount of cum that
was still lying on his forehead and hair then showed it to him.

"You can still taste it. Here, just like before. Then you can tell me how
much you like it."

Aaron should be thinking I wasn't happy with his poor performance, so he
opened his mouth and accepted my cum-coated finger.

"I know this is fucked up, but your... well, it tastes fine. Patty will
eventually ask for more." He smiled shyly. "By the way, what will you do
about him?"

Aaron stood up, his unattended dick tenting his shorts. It felt nice to
feel that kind of power over him. He wouldn't cum just because I convinced
him not to.

"I don't know. I'll let him be for a while. I can't force him now, but I'm
sure he'll come back to me asking for more. You saw his face here. He won't
be able to live without my mouth on his tits."

"And what about Lee?"

"Well, I think I might have one or two ideas for him already."

And I had indeed. The only problem is that I'd probably need Alice's
help. I just couldn't believe how dependable I was becoming. I couldn't
have her as an enemy. But first I needed to make sure of what I really
wanted for me and Cecile shouldn't be my priority anymore.

-----------------------
End of Chapter 14