Date: Fri, 29 May 2020 07:55:24 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: From straight to bitch club - part 15

By Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>

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From straight to bitch club - Chapter 15

"Go play with your brother."

"But, dad!"

"Do as I say. I don't want my son playing with girls. Man up."

The boy was only eight, and his notions of right and wrong were still
blurry. Why playing with Cindy, the pretty girl next door, was wrong? Karl
couldn't understand what harm it could be to have a girl for friend. Cindy
saw in Karl a friend who she liked to be with, but she knew that that
friendship wasn't meant to last. She was four years older than him and was
conscious about the world not being very favourable to girls like her. It
wasn't the first time she saw a grown-up man yelling at a boy who she
considered a friend.

"Ted is no fun at all." Karl complained to the father.

"Make it fun then, but don't get too close. You don't want people having
second ideas about you."

Ted was three years younger than Karl. How could playing with such a little
boy be any interesting? Karl was pissed.

"Sofia!" Yelled the old man. The wife showed up in the window, worried
something could have happened to the sons. "Bring them boys something to
drink. Sometimes, I feel you can't do anything if I don't say it
first. Have some initiative, woman!"

Karl loved his mother. He thought he also loved his father, but that
feeling was so much more complicated. It wasn't pure and simple love, there
was a lot more involved. Love didn't seem so unconditional when he thought
of his father. There were a lot of `ifs' and `buts'. He didn't want to be
like his dad.

--------------------- `Have you been a bad boy?'

It's been three hours since Alice sent me this message. Aaron had left
about an hour before, and now I was sitting on my couch naked, my limp dick
lying over my left thigh and my balls. My glance shifted from the phone to
my cock and while focusing on my resting dick, I was trying to think about
what to answer. Normally, I'd just leave it unanswered, but I needed
Alice. I gotta say that when I first saw Patty and thought of fucking his
bubble butt, I didn't imagine it would be so hard. I'd never see myself
almost begging to have this girl's attention and help. And the worst of
all, how willing I was to let go of Cecile in order to have my dick in a
hole (a special one, but still a hole).  `Have you fucked Cecile yet?'

That's all I could manage to type, and I pressed `send'. My heart was
beating faster in anticipation. What if she said yes? Maybe she didn't even
needed me anymore. Actually, did she need me at all? Maybe I was just part
of Alice's game when I thought I was the one dealing the cards.

I waited for a few minutes and dozed off. The room smelled like cum and my
thoughts were still taking me back to Patty. Even in my dreams, it felt as
if Cecile wasn't part of me anymore.

I opened my eyes when I heard the doorbell. I didn't bother to dress
up. I'd just hide my body behind the door and send away whoever was on the
other side.

My head was still foggy from my brief nap when I opened the door. As if I
wasn't even there, Alice pushed the door and got herself into my
apartment. From my lounge, she looked me from head to toe, then back to my
eyes. It felt like she was choosing which piece of meat to buy from the
butchery. I was sure she wasn't very impressed at what she saw. Or perhaps
she just didn't care.

I couldn't be less bothered. As if pretending I wasn't naked, I sat back on
the couch and waited for her talking.

She sat on a chair across from me with her gaze still fixed on my eyes.

"No, I ain't fucking Cecile. Yet! But that's a matter of time. You know
that, right? Is that a problem?"

"I don't think so. Should it be a problem?" I rubbed my eyes and looked up
as my arms rested behind my neck.

"Well, so maybe we're still on the same page, ain't we?" She kept
questioning me.

"Yeah, I guess so." I sounded a little reticent.

"Although I feel like I'm doing way more for you than you're for me. What
have you done to get Cecile to be with me?"

That was a good question. And I considered good questions the ones I didn't
have a prepared answered to offer. When I don't know what to say, I remain
silent. I know that I'll be screwed whether I decide to say something
stupid or don't say anything at all. I think being silent is a better
choice.

"I don't care too much for your help anyway. Actually, just being away from
Cecile is good enough." She cared to continue. "I can handle it
myself. She's already complaining so much about your distance that I think
she trusts me enough to give me a chance. And, Jesus, when the time comes,
I'll fuck her like a bitch. My bitch to use as I want."

She punched me on the stomach, but I didn't cry for help. That's probably
what she wanted, but I wasn't giving her anything. I opened my legs wider
apart and let my cock answer on my behalf.

"Would you like to watch us fucking?"

"Would you like to watch me fucking your BF?" I know it's stupid to answer
a straightforward question with another question, but she was getting to my
nerves and I had nothing else to say.

"That'd be hot." She smiled. "If you only knew how much we women like to
see hot guys fucking. I can only say I've got a few girlfriends who'd try
anything to watch straight men falling for a good and deep breeding. One of
them made it into her final course research, can you believe it? Once she's
done I'll make sure I send you her findings." The smile was still
there. She wanted my focus on her. "But letting the BS behind and getting
to business. Do you think that's going to happen? I mean, after what you've
been doing to Bobby recently. Like you and Aaron sucking on his nipples
today?"

"Does he tell you everything he does?" I was intrigued.

"Kinda. But in this case, he didn't do anything, right? It was more like
you doing to him."

"Whatever. And yes, I think it's happening. I think he'll be back to me and
he'll beg me to suck on his nipples again. I don't think he told you the
whole story. Probably, he didn't tell you how he let me call him names
while I played with his tits. How he begged for my mouth. Gosh, your BF has
the more sensitive tits I've ever seen in my life. He was born in a whore's
body. Did he tell you any of that?"

"No, he didn't."

"Course not." I finally felt triumphant.

"Do you really think I'm trying to stop you from having him? Boy, if you
only knew who I am, you wouldn't second guess me ever again."

Alice got me out of guard again. Who could she be? In fact, I didn't know
much about her. These last words made me look back at her. She was smiling
kindly. Like an air attendant in one of those flight informationals.

"And who are you then?"

"A well-resourced friend who's actually trying to help you." Her smile grew
wider. "And don't worry about today. I was just playing with you. You did
great with the nipple sucking. Although he tried to pretend he was
disgusted, I could tell from his reaction that he loved every second of
it."

I felt proud somehow. My dick twitched like a dog's tail. I thought about
Patty hiding his feelings from his GF. I thought about his little clit
getting hard every time he remembers my mouth on his pink tits.

"But don't get too excited, ok?" Alice said as her eyes travelled from my
dick back to my eyes. "He's straight. Feeling good for having your body
stimulated is one thing but having your consciousness coming to terms with
the source of such pleasure is something totally different. He'll never
accept the fact you're a man, even though he loves your skills. He'll
insist I do that to him for days or weeks till he gets tired of my denials
and goes after other chicks who can do the same you did. Cheating on me
with another girl is just a matter of time."

"You feel so fine with that..." I started but was soon interrupted by her.

"As I said, you don't get it, do you? I told you from the very beginning
I'm doing this for Bobby. It's not for me, much less for you. I know
closeted gays and lesbians from only looking at them. I always knew Bob was
bi, but that he'd become a bottom boy once he found the right guy to turn
him. At the same time, when I set my eyes on Cecile, I knew she was into
chicks..."

"Hey, sorry to say but you're wrong there..." I felt a little attacked
here.

"I'm sorry to break this down to you but I'm never wrong. And that's not
even the point." She spoke with a lower tone, as if she tried to make her
words stronger. "After what happened to you guys, things need to
change. And I mean drastic changes. It's either that or the end of the line
for you and... Patty."

"And what do you suggest?"

"You'll break up with Cecile..."

"What? No way! Then you get what you want and forget about me." I didn't
think about what I said till hours later. The way I was using Cecile as
nothing more than an object to get what I wanted.

"Hey, you lost her already, asshole." She did call me `asshole' but in a
friendly way. "You don't even talk to her anymore and she's tired of coming
after you just to see you're not very keen to anything. Actually, I don't
think she loves you at all. Again, I'm sorry to say this to you. But it's
true. I hope one day she'll tell you what she really thinks of you, I'm not
here for that. But understand that the time has come. And don't worry. I
won't be forgetting you, just keep in mind I'm doing this for
Bobby. Honestly, I do wanna see him happy and I know you can give him what
he needs." She looked at my dick again just before giving me another grin.

I had a lot of questions, but I didn't think Alice was the one who'd have
the answers. "Ok, smartass. I leave her and then what?"

"I'll get you with some of my girlfriends. I'll pick the prettiest and
slutiest ones. You'll enjoy it and Bobby will stop wondering whether you're
gay or not. He can't think you are and seeing your boring relationship with
Cecile ain't helping. You need to be a predator and have Bobby seeing you
with all the chicks he'd never get. And, at the same time, I'll make him
aware that no women in the world could be better than me. Once he starts
looking for other chicks to bang, chicks who could suck on his pink cute
nipples, I'll get him to meet with my girlfriends too. Then, probably two
or three months from now, once he's back to me like a little needy puppy,
I'll pretend I'm getting over him. That I'm into guys with big, strong
muscles like you. That's when he'll come looking for you again."

"Ok. I break up with Cecile and next day I'm hanging around with all sorts
of sluts. What she'll think of me?" that was the only part concerning me.

"Oh, she's gonna hate you. That's even harder than just breaking up, isn't
it? But that won't last coz I'll make sure she forgets all about you. But,
being forgotten ain't nice either, right?" She tapped her knees with the
tip of her fingers. "But that's the price to pay. Are you willing to give
it all for Patty?"

"Or I could just get back to Cecile and make Patty see us hanging out
again."

"You're not understanding my point. He thinks your relationship with her is
fake already. He won't buy it. Besides, the bitches I'm sending to you will
talk. I'll make sure Bobby listens to everything they say. D'you know what
I mean? They will talk about how awesome you are when you kiss, when you
fuck their cunts, when you suck their tits. Do you get my point now?"

How could I say I didn't. Alice had the perfect plan arranged and ready to
be put to action.

At first, I thought I'd better ask for time so I could consider my options,
but do you know that compulsive feeling that makes us do the unthinkable?
Just like when we spend the money we don't have to buy some stupid shit on
the internet. Some shit we will probably never use. But well, I got to say
I would use Patty. A lot!

"Ok. I'll talk to Cecile today and break up with her. I'll trust you'll
keep your word." Was I being naïve? I don't know. Alice had this look in
her face, a look that sold me security and even a hint of contentment.

"I'm happy you're doing the right choice. You'll be making a lot of people
happy too. Cecile, Bob, me, and you, of course. This is the worst part, I
know, but it'll pass soon. You'll see." She had this car sales talk that
annoyed me.

As I studied Alice, I saw honesty and truth in her eyes. I could be very
wrong about her, but I decided to take the chance. At the same time, I was
thinking about Cecile. Alice said I'd be making everyone happier by leaving
her and, although insecure, I knew she was right. I was barely seeing the
girl, and she deserved someone better than me. If Alice thought Cecile was
into girls, then great. I'd like to see that, so I'd feel better after all.

"I just need a small piece of information from you." I got myself thinking
about what to do next to breaking up with my girlfriend. "If you claim to
be the best in telling people's sexual orientations..."

"Do you want to know what I think of you?" She interrupted me.

"No." I laughed. I couldn't care less for what she thought about this. "You
must know many of Patty's friends, I assume. Among his male friends, the
ones he considers his best friends, is there anyone in the closet? You
know, a closeted horny bottom bitch that hangs out with chicks. Someone
Patty can't fathom being a fag."

"Wow, that's quite specific, uh? Being gay ain't enough? It has to be a
horny bottom bitch? A faggot?"

"It'd work better. But I think being a closeted gay guy is enough for now."
I was getting too excited about this, so I tried to calm down.

"Well, yeah, there's this guy... Chris. I'm sure he plays volley and goes
to the gym, but I'm not sure if he and Bob attend the same classes
together. He's this short guy who looks like a kid. I can't tell he's gay
from any empirical evidence, but something tells me he'd end up being a
good bottom if he ever got to know the right guy. I'm not sure, but I've
heard from another friend of mine that he had quite an adventure few years
ago when he was a scout."

"How do you know all these things?" I asked intrigued as to how could this
girl know so much about everyone?

"I told you I'm a resourceful person, didn't I?" she hit me with a smile
that carried a sense of superiority. I felt as if I would never be as good
as her. She was in another level. "I've being a scout too. I've met a lot
of guys that were scouts and heard their stories. They had this tradition
of writing diaries, and some of these diaries were leaked to the
internet. There's one that was written by this chav called Christian. He
never says his full name, but he does give descriptions of how he looks
like throughout the chapters. I just made him a few questions once, and I
think Chris might be Christian. Or maybe not since I didn't go through all
the details. But what a story! Well, if you get to meet him, just ask if he
knows anything about the Frau."

I didn't know what she could be referring to, but I laughed anyway.

"Quite a small world, uh?" I thought it hard to believe.

"Not really. I'm admired you haven't been a scout yourself. Almost everyone
in this area is forced to be a scout by their parents. Mine literally
dragged me out to the camp once. They're always crammed with crazy horny
teenage bastards." She explained with that smile of disdain still turned to
me. "I'll send you the link to his story. You read it yourself."

I didn't tell Alice I wasn't raised in that region. It didn't matter. But I
got myself wondering why my father didn't try to send me to a scout
camp. Maybe because it wasn't a tradition back in Europe where he and my
mother were born. My father was more the kind of person who'd drag my
brother and I to hunt and camp. Usually, only the tree of us. I wondered
what would have happened if I have had this sort of bonding with other boys
from such an early age.

"So, when will you end your story with Cecile?" Alice asked me again. She
wanted to make sure I understood what I was expected to do next. "Just
trust me, ok? She is into girls."

Did it matter whether I trusted her or not?

"I'll text her." I wouldn't extend myself.

"Ok. Do it asap, ok? I'll send the link to that story when I'm home. Bye,
Karl."

She made herself out. I reached for my phone and texted Cecile. `Can we
talk today?'

`Sure, we need to talk.'

It was fast and unexpected. Now, I was the one who wanted to know what she
had to say. The hours I waited for that conversation were slow and
painful. I booked a table at a restaurant in my area that was normally
quiet at that time of the day.

Cecile and I were distant. Or, at least, that was the impression I had when
I saw her. But I wasn't entirely sure about that. Weren't we always
distant? What kind of expectations did I have toward her?

We exchanged kisses as friends do, we shared a table and had a nice talk
until we found ourselves drowned in silence.

"I think we should break up." I managed to say. I never had problems with
words, but now they failed me. It wasn't as if I was trying to convince her
of something I wanted, it was its very opposite. I didn't want to do
this. I thought she felt the same.

"I'm so relieved." She said with her hand on the chest, eyes rolled up,
which made me believe she's prayed for this to happen. "Yes, I agree."

I wasn't expecting that. I thought she would cry or beg me not to do
that. I never felt so presumptuous in my whole life. But that's exactly
what I was. A spoiled and presumptuous boy whose world was centred around
his dick. I found myself speechless again. I was prepared to calm her down
or ask for her forgiveness. Instead, I was taken aback into my own
arrogancy.

"Why?" I asked as I thought I'd be the one answering that.

"When I think about our relationship, I don't know. I thought that what I
felt for you was love, but now I think it was more like
admiration. Submission even. You are the popular guy who everyone praises
and asks for help and support. You've been always the one people look up
to, and I was your shadow. And, honestly, I was happy with that
until... Well, it doesn't matter..."

Was it Cecile or Alice speaking?

"I don't know what to say..." I confessed.

"That must be new to you." She smiled. "Karl, you're a good man, but you
gotta work your hubris. It's good to have the confidence you have, but
everything needs a limit. Your relationship with women in general is always
of dominance. I experienced that myself but couldn't see it. Now I can. I
know this is part of your personality, but it's never late to change."

I was fidgeting. My hands were playing with the fork and the knife. I
couldn't look Cecile in the eyes.

"I know your relationship with your father was a complicated one. Maybe
you're the result of that. The problem you have when dealing with women. It
doesn't mean you're a bad man, but you can improve. I'm not a therapist,
but I think your problem is not even related to us women. Your problem is
that you don't know how to bond with your male friends in a proper and
healthy way. I've noticed how you can't open yourself to them. How you
never talked about having a good friend that would listen to you and help
you through difficult times. So, as you can't bond with them, you take out
your frustration on us, women."

"Thanks for the analysis." I was getting so pissed.

"Sorry, Karl. Please, don't be upset."

"Why haven't you told me this before? Now, suddenly you have the whole
diagnosis."

"I just decided to watch more closely, that's all. Please, don't be
upset. We can still be friends."

I just wanted to say `fuck friends', but I decided to be a little more
polite. I stood up, opened my wallet and left a few notes on the table. "I
can't go through this now. Sorry."

I hated Alice. What did she make with the sweet Cecile I knew? That woman
at the table wasn't my ex-girlfriend. That was someone else.

I could just be quiet about this, but I needed to say something. I called
Alice, which was something my reason voted against. She picked up too
fast. She should be waiting for my call.

"What the fuck did you do to Cecile?" I asked. I got into my car and
punched the wheel in a childish way.

"What are you talking about?" Alice was a cynical bitch.

"That's not Cecile. You put a lot of shit in her head. She's different."

"Hey, watch out the way you talk to me. I'll forgive you because I know
you're upset..."

"Fuck your forgiveness..."

"I still forgive you. And think about the shit you're saying, ok? Don't you
think you changed Bob too? My boyfriend isn't the same anymore. He can't
stop talking about how macho he is all the fucking time, and at night he
only think about his nipples. And that obsession is just fucking
annoying. He's not the guy I started dating months ago. So, think about
that too, ok? Such a stupid bastard!" She hanged up on me. What the hell?

I drove home and stayed in the dark for the rest of the day and night. I
slept and woke up to a message from Alice. It was the link to the diary of
the scout boy Christopher. I thought I shouldn't give Alice any attention,
but I decided to give the story a chance. I was hooked quickly. `Of course'
I thought. `Camping is such a great idea.' That was just simply
fantastic. All of sudden, it reminded me why I wanted to turn Patty into my
bitch. This is hard to explain, but I think that story erased everything
Cecile had told me hours before. I forgot about my hubris, about
improvement and self-discovery. It was like getting back to myself. And
myself alone. Myself.

That thing that consumed me. The burning bush that is forever on fire.

Fuck Cecile.

A shower was all I needed. Water would wash away my doubts. I took the time
to touch my body. What a fucking nice body I had. My prick so big and
hard. I needed bitches to worship me and not to lecture me. Why the hell
should I be so concerned about others when I was so perfect? I knew deep
inside that I was being a narcissist son of a bitch but that feeling of
self-centeredness was the one keeping me from breaking down. I'd do
anything not to look vulnerable. If we all get to hide in shells, I'd
choose the one I'd use to cover me up.

Mr. Lee was my priority now. The bastard liked to talk, and I couldn't get
him saying to everyone he saw me fucking Steve. I could put a gun in his
head and say `if you open your mouth, I'll fucking kill you'. Yeah, I could
do that. But that would just make him aware that I did care. This awareness
could make him feel like talking rather than shut up. Regardless, that was
not my modus operandi.

I still need to be clear about one thing: I didn't give a shit for Mr. Lee
and his open mouth. I just didn't want to find myself explaining what I had
with Steve. Even because, there was nothing between Steve and I, just
casual sex. Steve was my relief. Yes, I liked the boy for that. He
respected me as his superior, and he knew how to get me off. No one would
buy his `I don't like dick' shit, but it just made sex with him more
enjoyable for me.

So, this was my situation now. I needed to shut up Lee without making him
aware of my intention. My plan? Let's make Lee fuck Steve as I did, so he'd
got more to lose than me if he ever decided to talk.

I put on my workout gear and headed to the gym. Lee should be there. I saw
Aaron first. I waved at him and mouthed `Lee'? He pointed to the
weight-lifting room. As I imagined, he was standing near a machine, his
right arm resting on it, and his big mouth open as he talked to a female
student. This guy did like to speak.

I followed my exercise routine. Every now and then, I'd get Lee looking at
me, and we'd exchange glances. I could read his thoughts, but I didn't know
how open he was to man-to-man sex.

Once I saw Lee alone, which took a while to happen, I followed him.

"Lee? Can we talk?" I asked.

"Hey, Karl. Sure." He turned to me.

"Not here. Can we go to your office?"

"Listen, if this is about you know... I don't know who told you that. But,
your secret is safe with me."

"Can we go to your office?"

"Sure."

I followed the guy. Big muscled back in a tight short t-shirt that wrapped
up his torso. Black shorts revealed his strong and well-round calves. The
guys had a nice ass too. But it didn't excite me. I liked the petite ones
better, short with round muscles.

"As I said, you don't need to worry. I'm not telling anyone." Lee said as
soon as we got in his office.

I've been to one of these offices before. No windows, I felt suffocated. A
desk, chairs, a mirror, a hospital bed on the side that probably has never
been used.

"I'm not worried about what you saw, and I'm not ashamed either. I just
don't think it was nice of me to fuck Steve in a public space and then
making you watch us."

"It's ok." He reassured me. No. It was obvious he didn't mean that. No
straight guy likes to walk in on two guys fucking. Lee was being nice.

I decided to give him something to talk about and, this way, loose him up a
little bit.

"Have you ever seen guys fucking in the lockers like us? That was a bad
idea, I confess."

I said that as if I was talking about fucking a chick. I needed to
normalize the fact that I was fucking a guy and not a chick by speaking of
it in a natural spontaneous way.

"No, I haven't. But I've heard many cases of friends who have. If you only
knew..."

I don't need to go through all the shit he had to say. I smirked. Smiling
is part of the so-called `active listening.' It makes people believe you're
enjoying what they say. For good talkers like Lee, that is like a dream
come true. He needed ears, and I'd lend him mine for the time being. He
talked about all these cases of friends who caught guys having sex in
lockers and restrooms. I didn't know if he was telling the truth, but it
didn't matter.

"I don't know why I did that. I just couldn't stop myself..." I tried to
sound apologetic as I needed Lee's sympathy.

"It's alright."

"Really? Do you really think it's alright?"

"Sure. Don't worry." He didn't mean to say this, but since he did, I'd get
use of that.

"And why do you think it's alright? I just thought you'd think I shouldn't
have done that..."

Who would ask such a question? Probably, Lee thought the conversation would
end there. Anyone who felt embarrassed about being caught in such a
compromising situation would try to make this talk as short as possible. Of
course, he wasn't ready to answer that.

"I don't know. But it happens, right? Sometimes, we can't control
ourselves."

"True. I just don't understand why I had to fall for a guy. That's what I
needed to talk with you. Since you know what I did already, please help me
understand what happened to me. I feel lost."

I tried to sound as genuine as possible. I wanted to attract his
sympathy. Maybe, he would think I was such a poor soul in need of guidance,
and that he was the one to bring me to the light. Let's be honest, Mr. Greg
Lee would never be able to help anyone with his shallow knowledge of the
world. But when I provided him the chance to give his insight on my
apparent suffering, he felt confident about the persuasion of his
discourse. That should feel great as he was the one no one listened to,
even though he had a lot to say.

"As I said, we got our urges, right? Sometimes, the ladies are not helping,
I don't know, then we go for what's easier and closer to us. It looked like
the guy you were... you know... having sex with, let's put this way, was
having a lot of fun. He should be trying hard to get you to... take him?
I've never seen the guy here. Does he come here often?"

Lee made other questions that had nothing to do with what I asked. That
wouldn't be an issue. As I let him speak, I felt he was getting more
comfortable around me. I did my best not to scare him away and even look a
little desperate, I expected him to open up to me.

"It's ok, alright. For example, when I was a kid I played with another
boy. Well, who doesn't, right? You know, we touched each other's willies
and stuff like that. Do I feel like I'm gay because of that? No way!"

It's good to have someone who can't shut the fuck up talking, because they
have no limits. I, for instance, had stopped making questions for about ten
minutes, and he talked as he didn't want to create that embarrassing
silence that takes place whenever we feel like stopping the
conversation. For some people, it's really hard to deal with silence. With
Lee, that was the case. As he started talking about his own childhood
experience with another boy, I realized he was ready to get into more
intimal topics. I still waited until I found a gap before I said another
word.

"Thanks for the words, my friend. It makes me feel so much better." Such a
BS, but it was working. I just needed to make the right question now. "But,
tell me, I've never seen you hanging out with chicks. I don't see you
sharing the lockers with us either. Is there any problem? I mean, don't
take me wrong, ok?"

I still needed Lee to talk, so I tried to be extra cautious with my
inquiries. When I said `don't take me wrong', it was like saying `I don't
mind if you don't want to talk about this', but I knew he would.

Although I didn't know Lee that well, I was sure he'd never kick me out
from his office regardless of what I said. Well, of course, I couldn't say
his mother was a whore, but that wasn't happening anyway. He was a nice
guy. In this regard, we were very different. Lee was the kind of man who'd
rather talk. I could ask him a very embarrassing question, he wouldn't just
ask me to leave, he'd laugh and probably tell me a story. You must know
people who talk a lot. They are everywhere. But what's interesting is that
although they speak too much, they have nothing to say. That's a defence. I
could use that to my advantage.

"It's alright." He smiled. Of course, it wasn't alright to ask this kind of
question, but I think I succeeded in creating an environment of openness
since we were talking about me in a very intimate way. If I presented
myself in such a vulnerable way, then Lee wouldn't feel so intimidated when
talking about his own private matters. It was like finding a balance, so
the both of us could be on the same level. "I do hang out with them. I just
don't brag about it. You know, no point in doing that. And I do use the
lockers. I'm just not into taking a shower with other guys. I don't feel
comfortable, that's all."

"Why not? You know you can tell me anything, right? Dude, you caught me
fucking another GUY! You know more about me already than a lot of
friends. Actually, you know more about me than my girlfriend." I laughed
and he followed me. "If you say I can trust you, please, trust me
too. What's that? Are you small down there? That's alright."

He smiled, which as a good sign. "Nah, it's not that."

"So what? C'mon. Don't let me be the only one embarrassed here."

"It's quite the opposite."

"What's that?"

"I mean, fuck, I'm too big down there."

"No shit!"

I did my best to look genuinely surprised. Aaron had told me about Lee's
deal regarding his huge dick. I couldn't care less for what he was hiding
in there, but it was all I had in hands to persuade him to do what I
wanted.

He laughed again, but now it seemed he was just shy.

"I know you're going over the line to help me out. I mean you work
here. It's your duty to report this kind of shit, but you're being such a
good mate. I'd like to help you out too. Please, allow me." I said.

"What do you mean? How can you help me with that?" He laughed.

"I'm serious. Just listen to me, ok? There's another reason why I fucked
Steve. I'll confess it to you, since we're being so honest to each other. I
myself got a big cock too. I mean I've hurt chicks with that before. I know
it's not easy to carry such a big tool. It's not that fun when you listen
girls complaining they can't take it all coz it hurts. You don't want to
hurt them, but you can't replace your dick either. What do you expect,
right? Do you know what I mean?"

"Totally" Lee confessed, and I think I touched the right spot.

"So, once again, let me be honest with you here. The reason why I fuck
Steve is because he can take it all and he's never complained about
it. There, I said it. That wasn't the first time I fucked him. I wish I
didn't feel like I'm cheating on my girlfriend, but he can do something to
me that she can't. And as you said, I have my needs. She can't take care of
them, but he can. And nobody needs to know. Well, you do, but that was my
mistake. I couldn't control myself. But, dude, I gotta say, as your friend,
and please don't take me wrong, but from my experience, only guys can take
it all and still come back begging for more. There's no crying. No
whining. They just want more. It doesn't make me gay. I have no doubt about
that, but it's just a fact that guys do it better."

Lee looked a little surprised, I'd say. I think he wasn't expecting that. I
know it was a lot to process, but I'd give him time for that later. As he
was now quiet for the first time, I continued with my prose.

"If we suffer from the same problem, I'd say you've never been
deepthroated. I've never been till I met Steve and, dude! Nothing in this
whole fucking world feels better than a throat struggling to accept you
into it. I feel sorry for those who've never experienced that. I want you
to feel it."

"What do you want?" I'd say Lee was still reluctant, but I could tell from
the way he looked at me that he was also curious.

"First, answer me, honestly as we've been doing up to now. Have you ever
felt like fucking a throat?"

"Yeah, who never?"

"Would you be willing to do anything to do that?"

"I don't know. It depends. Anything is too broad..."

"Do you want to give it a try?"

"Maybe..."

"Great! I'll think about it. Just give me some time, ok? I'll get back to
you. As for now, just imagine how nice it'd be to fuck a throat. And I mean
really fuck it. As if it was a pussy. Once we're done, I swear you'll be
able to fuck as many pussies and throats as you want."

"I don't know, man." He was still reticent, but willing.

"Do you trust me?"

"Sure." I don't know if he meant this, but his consent was a good sign.

"So, hang on there. I'll change your life. I promise."

I left Lee in the office. He'd need some more convincing before he was
ready for anything I had in store for him. I checked my phone and saw Alice
had left a message.

`Thanks for being honest with Cecile. I appreciate that. Don't worry coz
I'll make sure Patty is back to you. But now he's just too upset. I hope
you understand.'

Fuck Alice. Fuck Patty.

I went to the reception and asked if I could check the members' list as I
needed to find one of my trainees. I never had problem with that, so they
allowed me to.

I know the guy's name was Chris, which should be short for Christian or
Christopher. If he was the guy from the scout story, he'd be Christian. I
looked for all Christians enrolled in that gym. There were pictures of all
of them. I needed someone who looked like a kid. It wasn't hard to find
him. Christian Davis. I looked at the last time he's been to the gym, and
according to the system, he was there at that very moment.

That was terrific. I wanted to get to Patty's nerves, so I'd turn this
fucking friend of his into a bodybuilder. I'd put him in a magazine,
something Patty's always wanted. I wanted to make Patty regret his nasty
actions toward me.

I got back into the training station and quickly found Chris working out on
the extensor machine. I walked to him as a blood-thirsty predator goes to
its prey.

"Are you Chris?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Who are you?" The little guy looked scared. I can't say for
sure. But although this is hard to admit, I gotta say he was kinda cute. He
did look like a scared kid. He had something in him that screamed `make me
your bitch'. It was funny, I felt like he and Patty had a lot in common.

"I'm Karl. Patty's PT. Or not his PT anymore. Not sure. Nice to meet you."
I extended my hand and waited for him to shook it. He had the hands of a
chick. Smooth and soft to the touch. The hands I like to feel around my
shaft when I want someone to polish my knob.

"What's happened?" he asked.

"Nothing really. But I got you a deal if you're up to it."

"What's that?"

"I got it you're on the volleyball team, right? You must be training with
Lane." Lane and I had studied together. I knew he was a volley trainer, so
I tried my luck.

"Yes."

"He must've told you gonna need a trainer. But probably you haven't found
any. Am I right?" I also knew all sports demanded a good dose of training
in the gym. The coaches would require the students to find trainers, but it
wasn't easy to find any with a clean schedule. I could get Chris to be my
trainee, and that would give me the chance to get onto Patty's nerves.

"Yeah."

"So, here's the deal. I'm getting myself back into the training business
and I need a portfolio. I was working with Patty, but he's a freaking out
bitch who turned me down. I need to showcase my work. I already got
contacts in the industry and a page in a bodybuilding magazine where I'll
talk about my work. I need pictures there. I'm focusing on men's legs,
that's what I wanna showcase. I agree to train you if you let yourself be
photographed and allow the pictures to go public. What do you say?"

"I'll talk to Lane and let him know I'll be training you. I'm sure he'll be
happy. Is that alright with you?" I didn't have time to waste. I could text
Lane later and have this done pronto.

"Yeah, sure."

"Be aware you'll be working out those legs and glutes a lot. Hope you don't
freak out about that?" Since I'd be working with him, I'd turn him into
what I expected from him. A little bitch with a perfect bubble butt that
would beg for dick.

"I don't think I would."

"And be aware I'll need a lot of your focus. I don't want just part of
it. You can keep part of it to studies and volley, but the rest to me. I
need the best of you in that magazine. Are we in accordance?"

"Ok, I think so. If Lane..."

"Leave Lane to me. He won't get rid of you, unless you screw up
badly. We're old time buds. Relax."

"I'll need you to change your work out hour. This is too early for me" I
gave him my phone. "Type your number and I'll get back to you with the
details. If you have other things to do, let me know. But remember this is
now your number one priority. At least, till I'm done with you."

"And how long is this gonna take?"

"Hopefully no longer than a couple of months. Stand up and let me take a
look at your legs."

I so wanted to see his ass. Since I ended my relationship with Cecile and
read the story Alice had sent to me, I was desperate to fuck a bitch's
hole.

"Loose the shorts." I demanded. I didn't care if this was too much for
him. This also worked for me as I'd be able to see how far Chris was
willing to go to make me happy. I didn't want another whining bitch pissing
me off.

"Here?"

"Why not? You wouldn't be the first one. Trust me, no one will look at
you."

I was so amazed when I saw him standing up and actually letting his shorts
fall to his ankles. This dude was a crazy bitch. The type I wanted Patty to
be. I made him turn around and suffocated a moan as I touched his ass. You
know when you see an ass that is in this world for a good breeding. Chris
had that kind of ass. I wanted to go further with him, but there were a
couple of women looking at us. I couldn't let my dick rule over my
brain. It would push me onto disaster.

"Send me a picture of your bare ass so I can make a before/after photo." I
demanded as I thought of my original plan.

"Wait. Will you have my bare ass in the magazine?"

"Probably. But no face picture. So don't worry coz no one will know it's
you. Besides, once we're done, you'll feel so proud of your legs and butt,
you won't mind have them exposed in full colour."

"I don't know about that."

"Trust me, ok? Go back to work now. See you tomorrow. I'll send you a text
with further instructions. Oh, and if you still don't know if you can trust
me, ask anyone here. Anyone. Ask Lane. See ya!"

I had a boner trying to find its way out of my undies. I adjusted it with
my right hand while I blinked at one of the chicks who was checking me with
Chris. The bitch responded with a smile. If I only felt like fucking a
woman. But I honestly didn't. What I wanted wasn't a simple fuck. I wanted
power, and only a straight guy would grant me that.

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. It was Alice again. She was very
insisting.

"Yes." I answered.

"Hey, can you just stop being such a brat and get back to what really
matters? Your situation with Cecile is solved, the worst part is over, ok?
It's done. Now, you just got to get ready to get Bob to yourself. Take a
deep breath and listen to me. Can you do that?"

I didn't want to believe that Alice was right once again, but she was. I
used to be so much more centred and rational. I did stop and took a deep
breath. She must have heard me on the other side of the line.

"Good. You've done your part with Cecile, now let me do mine, ok? I'll be
sending you a list of friends of mine who'll get in touch with you
soon. All of them are crazy bitches hungry for dick. You'll go out with
each one of them and I'll make sure Patty watches you. He needs to believe
you're the most straight man he's ever seen. He's gonna envy you. And
that's when you'll get his trust back. I see no other way."

"Ok, I'll wait for you." I didn't feel like it was me speaking, but I was
indeed in a vulnerable position. I've never felt so weak and
powerless. Cecile had said stuff I wasn't prepared to listen. I didn't know
to which degree my self-assuredness had been broken, but it seemed deep.

"I'm with you on this, ok? Just focus. Remember who you are."

"I don't think Chris and Christopher are the same person." I managed to say
before hanging up.

"What?"

"Patty's friend and the scout guy. I don't think they're the same guy."

"Oh, that's a shame." She said. "Still, ask him if he knows what a Frau is,
and then you'll know." She laughed. Now I knew who the Frau was. And the
Frau was all I wanted Patty to be. "Talk soon."

I took my time and tried to think straight again. What should I do next?
Mr. Lee. What should I do with him?

I texted him and let him know I had his phone number.

`Hey, good to know. Enjoyed our talk earlier today.'

Lee answered straight away. He should be very interested in my
proposition. I could feel him. What a terrible life to get to his age
without knowing the perks of rough sex. Having a huge dick is a bless, but
if you don't have what it takes to use it, it's a total burden.

I watched his message to me thinking of this guy's life. How could I get
him even more frustrated? I mean, frustrated enough to feel like fucking
Steve? I remembered what Alice and I had agreed upon just moments ago. I
considered my options with Lee. I called Samantha, a total whore who I
hanged out with a couple of years ago.

"Hey, Sam. Karl here. How are you?"

"Karl? Oh, my goodness, how long since I heard from you?"

"Quite a long time I know."

"I heard you decided to become a good boy. That you're dating a
good-looking and respectful lady." She's laughed. "What's happened to you?"

"If I only knew." I laughed back. "Maybe I'm not a good boy anymore."

"Oh, that's good to know. I miss you, dear."

"Miss you too. Are you still fucking every guy you meet?" I went straight
to the point.

"Well, I'm not so slut anymore. Only fucking the ones with big dicks." She
laughed again. That was just perfect.

"That's good to hear. I'd like to ask you a favour. I know a guy who's
probably the biggest dick you've ever seen..."

"Which would be yours, I think. Even bigger?"

"Probably so, from what I heard."

"I'm totally in. Who's the guy?"

"I'll send you what I have on him. But I need you to do something for me
when you guys fuck."

"What's that?" she sounded very enthusiastic.

"I want to say to him that he's too big for you. Well, you still can have
fun with him, but you gotta leave him with blue balls and be very clear
that he's too big for you."

"Honey, no one is too big for me."

"I know that. I just need your help with this. Please? And then get other
of your girlfriends to come for him too. Maybe they can all say you told
them how big he is. They could all pretend they're into big cocks and are
extremely curious to see his dick. And all of them need to leave him
frustrated, blue balls and asking for more. Can you do that? Please?"

"Of course. The hardest part will be to fake I can't take it. But if that's
for you, I'll do my best. I'll spread the word about his dick to a few of
my friends. I think they are all stupid teases, so they wouldn't be able to
handle it anyway."

"Good. I'm happy to hear from you. Hope we can catch up soon. I'll let him
know about you. His name is Greg, but you can call him Lee. I'll send you
his contact."

"Lee? Don't tell me he's Asian?"

"I got a bag full of surprises for you. Anyway, I gotta go, babe. Bye."

I sent Lee's contact to Sam and started answering him. `Hey, likewise. BTW,
got this chick Sam to come for you. She's totally into big guys. She'll
take good care of you. Just go with the flow and enjoy it.'

It didn't take him two seconds to answer me with a big `thank you'.

With that, the sluttiest adventure of my life had just begun. I got to meet
many of Alice's friends. One was hornier than the other. A bunch of bitches
who'd do anything for a good dick in their cunts. And I did give it to
them. I think that during this time, all I wanted was to forget
Cecile. After watching a new chick after the other on my bed, I could
barely recognize myself. I'd still look at Cecile's photos on my phone and
I'd still check the photos I had of Patty's ass. I jerked off to that. I
wasn't the same. On the first day of this new journey, I found myself
waiting for Chris at his lodge's entry door. I was checking on Patty's ass
when Chris arrived to let me in. I'd never wait for anyone like I did that
day. I'd never feel content with a photo when I knew I could have the real
thing. But now all was blurry in my head.

On that same night, I found something different going on with Chris. He had
cum on his hair, he smelled like jizz. He didn't even need to take his time
to explain what was going. I knew the guys who lived in that campus very
well. It was clear to me that he was being hazed. Having you covered in
cum, though, was new to me. Chris seemed a little upset, but he was a good
sport as I imagined. He was willing to be dripping cum if it meant being
accepted as teammate by his peers. I can't hide the urges I had at that
moment. I'd like to cum on Chris' face too. Well, that's what I thought
when I first realized what was happening, but again, that was not me. I
wasn't into such a childish behaviour. I always wanted much more than just
playing around and hazing a guy. I was so much better than that.

Still, although I didn't have any plans on how to turn Chris, I thought it
wouldn't hurt to help him to get that screaming bitch that dwelled in him
out onto the light. I supported the guys who were cumming on him and eased
the doubts he had in his mind. I found out that the captain of Chris' team
was a guy called Craig. I needed to meet him.

The poor bastard was afraid I was coming for him when I introduced myself
as Chris' trainer, but that was not my plan. I felt like guiding Craig a
little bit. I don't know why. I remembered the ideas I had for the club I
wanted to establish. By guiding Craig, I thought I could actually
experience what it would feel like if I was instructing other guys on how
to turn straight men into bitches. Although I didn't know what I wanted
from Chris yet, I thought that those showers of jizz would put him in the
right track to bitchdom.

It's hard to explain how good it feels to control other people into doing
what you want. And it felt even better to control Craig who was controlling
Chris. You can lose yourself when you feel this power, the feeling you can
shape other people's life as you desire. You know you're everywhere. Your
acts are having consequence in places you don't imagine and even if you
don't know what's going on, you get addicted to the feeling that you're
omnipresent.

I was enjoying my god-like adventure when Lee texted me. I was jerking off
with the fleshlight that I had Patty once using on me as I stopped to
answer.

`Hey, man. Can we talk?' he asked.

`Sure. Where?'

`My office? Tonight? Any time.'

`I'll see you there.'

I dropped my phone and finished my self-pleasure masturbation session.

Before getting my shit together, I saw my image in the mirror. I was not
shaving anymore. I looked kinda homeless. Still so fucking good-looking,
but miserable. I'd think about that at another time. I took a package I had
received from amazon and made my way to the gym. I thought Lee was ready
for what I had in store for him.

"I met Samantha and a few of her friends. First of all, thanks for
introducing me to them. They're awesome." Lee sounded excited as we entered
his office. But the frustration was also present. I wondered how horny this
guy was. If the bitches have done what I thought they would, he'd be in
need of quick attention.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." I faked a smile.

"Yes, but they weren't exactly what you thought they'd be. They didn't go
all the way with me. They kept saying I was too big for them. I'd always
end up on my knees slurping on their vaginas, but they'd never get me
off. That's what happened first with Samantha..."

I wasn't expecting Mr. Lee to get into the details of his disastrous
encounters with Sam and her girlfriends. But he did. I guess that he was in
such a distress he had to talk about it with someone, and I was the only
person he could trust regarding this specific matter.

 "And did they like it when you licked them?"

"Yeah, I think so. But I also wanted something in return. You said Samantha
would do it for me. Man, I was expecting that so badly after our talk that
day."

He started giving the most sordid details of his time with Sam, in a way
that almost made me laugh. He would still use words like vagina and penis
when talking about dirty sex. That was Lee.

I let him talk for a few minutes. The guy had a lot to say, more than
usual, and I thought it would be good to let him feel relieved before
presenting him to the package I brought with me.

"I hear you, man. I'm sorry about that. Actually, Sam had told me
already. She said you've been the first one she couldn't take. I'm really
sorry. But you must understand them as well. I think that's the
problem. You don't understand what deepthroating is from their
perspective. If you did, you could guide them through. Things would be so
much easier."

"So, what so you suggest?" He asked me clueless of what I could ask of
him. If he were Patty, he'd have a thousand reasons to say `no way' before
I could suggest anything. Patty knew me quite well already, just as I knew
him too.

"First, I need you to trust me on this. Can you do that?"

"Of course." Oh, if he only knew.

"So, swallow this." I gave him a little pill. It looked small and harmless.

"What's that?"

"If you trust me, just swallow it."

He did it. I suggested he should sit down and wait for it to kick in. It
didn't take twenty minutes before I saw the first drops of sweat running
down his face. The bitch was in heat.

"Can you feel it?"

"Yeah, what's that?"

"Do you have a hardon?"

"Yeah, what the hell is that?" he panicked a little bit. It was still
inside the limits of the expected.

"I need you hard for this." I got the package I brought with me. I took the
stuff out of the box and put it on the table. It was what was called a
`penis casting system'. "This. We'll make a few replicas of your dick."

"What the fuck?" I didn't expect those exact words coming from his mouth,
but they weren't that bad.

"Do you still trust me?"

"Yeah, but..."

"So, listen to me. You know what your dick looks like from a perspective
that is different from that of the chicks you get to suck you. You'll never
understand what you go through till you get to see it for yourself. It's
important that you get to know what they feel, right? There's no harm in
this. You put your dick here," I showed him the tube, "wait a little bit,
then we pour the silicone in. This is a good product. You can put your dick
and your balls too. I don't need to look at you. Just do as I said, and
you'll be good to go."

"Why do we need more than one?"

"I don't know. In case one doesn't work, then we can have a backup. Do you
think you can do that?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Great."

I left three systems on top of the desk and faced away. The system was very
good indeed. It had a metal tube that would go inside the silicone and at
the end there was a suction cup. You could adjust the length of the tube
depending on the size of the dick. I took it for granted that it would be
extended to its maximum limit.

Lee probably took his time reading the instructions on the box before he
opened it. I heard a lot of noises that I can't even describe. He mumbled a
lot of words. Talked for a while as he waited for the system to get the
shape of his dick, then a little more as we waited the silicone to
harden. Once he got all the three systems on the table, he stood up saying
he needed to clean up. I still didn't dare to look. I wasn't interested in
the slightest.

"You can look now." I turned back to him. I saw three tubes on the desk
and, as I expected, they were extended to the max. On the top of each tube,
there were the suction cups. "Why did you need me to swallow that pill?"

"Coz you couldn't go soft once you dick was inside the tube. It wouldn't
work and this shit is expensive. Don't worry coz it will wear off fast."

We talked a little more, well, he did all the talking and I listened most
of the time. After an hour or two, and a little headache on its way due to
all the senseless amount of words my brain couldn't process, I asked him to
get the new-born dildos out of the tubes.

"Fuck" that's all I mustered to say. The bitch was huge and thick as a
horse too. He was a shy Chinese version of Rasputin. I wanted to say he
should have a problem. I don't know. Some people are born with giantism. I
thought about dick giantism, there should have an explanation. I didn't say
any further because I knew the issues Lee had with his dick. And I did feel
sorry for him. As I said, a dick like that would be a bless for anyone who
understood how to use it. But poor Lee, he had no idea. "I'm glad I'm here
to help you, Lee. I mean, you need help. I wonder how you never looked for
help."

"It's just embarrassing. I couldn't say it to anyone. First of all, I hate
the idea people have of Asians. People tend to think I'm small, so that is
a surprise. A huge surprise as you can see. And chicks run away. Besides,
I'm always scared the word will leak, and they'll all avoid me."

"Don't worry. We're gonna make this work. Do you still trust me?"

"Now more than anyone." He said with his eyes motioning to the desk and the
dildos on top of it.

I took one of the dildos and I had that same reaction, `fuck!' It was thick
and heavy. I approached a mirror that was glued to the wall and asked him
to get closer to me. I pressed the suction cup to the glass on the same
height of his mouth, which was a little lower than mine.

"Look at it." I ordered. "Does it look bigger than the one you have between
your legs?"

"Fuck. It's huge. Dude, no wonder. I'd run away too."

"Yes, that's the point. Pay close attention to it, pretend you're a
chick. What would you like to hear if you lowered a dude's pants down and
came to face this?"

"I don't know."

"Just think harder."

"That it was ok. That I'd walk her through it."

"Yes, that's right. Now tell me, you as the owner of the cock, what do you
want from her?"

"I want her to suck my cock."

"What else? I know you want more."

"I wish she could have it all inside her mouth." The way he said that felt
almost cute.

"That's good. Now you gotta know how to do that, right? And there's only
one way to know."

"What's that?"

"Put it in your mouth."

"Fuck, man I can't do that..."

"You can't do that, and you still expect them to do that for you? Dude, you
gotta give to get. There's no easy way here."

Lee looked at me as if to check whether I really meant that. I couldn't
look more serious. He swallowed hard, and all the time looking at me from
the corner of his eyes, he opened his mouth and got the dildo's head into
his mouth. His mouth was expanded to the max already.

"Try to put as much as you can inside your mouth. You're doing ok. You can
scratch it with your teeth as much as you want now. We'll get to that part
later." He was sweating badly. That pill's effect would have him hard and
horny for at least another hour. "Do you want to take off your shirt?
You're all sweaty."

I wasn't into Lee, but the situation was making me hard too. That was Lee
here, Steve, Aaron, Craig, Chris and Patty elsewhere also living the
effects of my words and my influence over them. That was just amazing.

Lee took off his shirt without protest.

"Would you like the chick sucking you to be naked?"

"Yeah..."

"So, why don't you take off your shorts too?"

"But I'm not her..."

"That's the problem we have to fix. You need to truly believe you're a
chick in order to proceed with this. It won't work if you feel otherwise."

"I'm still hard. You don't wanna see that."

"No, I don't. But you don't need to show it to me. I won't look at it
anyway. I couldn't care less for your cock. Seriously. Just drop the
shorts, will ya? Get into the role."

He was looked at me again. He was still wondering if I wasn't joking. From
the way I stared at him, he understood I meant business. He dropped the
shorts.

"Step out of it. You're the chick who will suck your dick. Remember you
wanted her naked? So, do it. Kick it far away."

I didn't want to look down, but I saw it reaching far behind.

"I also don't think you'd get a chick to suck you from this position." I
continued. I grabbed the dildo and pulled it out from the glass. With my
hand on Lee's shoulder, I brought him to his knees. He resisted, his
muscles tensed, but I pushed harder and he went down. I kneeled by his side
too, but as I remained standing on my knees, I forced Lee to get on his
fours. "I think it will be easier if you try to align your throat to the
shaft. If you get on your fours, it will feel less uncomfortable. Just
remember that everything you learn here; you'll apply when you meet the
special chick who'll swallow your dick to the base."

I took Lee's head with my left hand and held the dildo with the left, as I
tried to align it to his mouth/throat. I forced his head to come forward,
but he didn't want to cooperate.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I can't do that. This is weird, right?"

I didn't stop my hand from forcing him forward. "It's ok, dude. Think of
that special chick, uh? I know how bad you want to feel a throat embracing
your dick. This is the only way. C'mon."

He opened his mouth when the dildo's tip touched his lips. I didn't see how
it would fit. Lee wasn't even trying hard enough. He definitely didn't want
this to happen. But I liked to have him obeying me. That was the first time
I had something as muscled as him doing what I wanted. It wasn't the same
feeling that would take over me when I was dealing with Patty, Chris or
Steve. With them I felt in control as my body showed its superiority
without the need of words. With Lee, I understood the power of my talk. It
had a lot to do with the way I felt smarter than him. Suddenly, Lee was
such a stupid dumb bitch who'd accept whatever I suggested.

Lee couldn't move another inch further. He was too scared, and I didn't see
it happening at all.

"Do you know what to do when the chicks can't get it in the throat?"

I let my hand fall on his shoulder, and he retrieved. "What?"

"You fuck them either in the pussy or in the ass. Pussies are nice, but
assholes are so much better. The way they squeeze your dick is just
incredible. I can teach you how to get people to let you fuck them. In the
due time, of course. What do you think?"

"I can't put it in pussies that are made for taking dick. Imagine
assholes!"

"Oh, some assholes are in this world for taking dick more than any pussy
you'll ever meet. Steve is an example. He takes it like a champ. Here's the
good thing about fags, they try so much harder. Women are easily scared,
but true fags take it as a life and death challenge. Dude, I'm not that
much smaller than you and you saw what I could do with Steve. Have you ever
fucked a chick like you saw me fucking him?"

"No... It's impossible."

I stood up. Looking Lee from the distance increased my perception of
superiority. "Just keep trying to swallow that thing to the base, ok? I'll
send you a few videos with good instructions. Try to memorize all they say,
coz that's what you gonna say when teaching a chick to go down on you. In
the meantime, I'll keep looking for someone who'll be able to take all of
you. Do you trust me?"

"Yeah." The bastard looked like a puppy on his fours, looking up at me.

I got one of the dildos that was still on the table and put it in the bag I
brought with me. I walked to the door. Lee immediately stood up, and I got
a quick glance of his dick inside his boxers. Fuck! I would never be able
to unsee that. The dude was a horse.

"Man, there's one thing that one day I'll teach you that will change your
life. Have you ever heard of worshipping?"

"Like in the church?" He put on his shorts to my relief.

"Kinda. But it's when you have someone who worships your body and your
cock. I'll make sure you'll find someone who'll do anything for
you. Anything for the privilege of giving you and your cock pleasure. These
people don't see you as a monster, as you might think you are. You were
fucking blessed with that thing in your pants. That's not a curse. I'll
find you someone who'll think of you as a god. And it will change
you. You'll wake up every morning proud of who you are and willing you
could become even bigger. You'll become a god. Just imagine how good it'll
make you feel. Do you get what I'm saying?"

"Totally." It was obvious Lee disliked his dick. He was just too naïve
to know what the potential of being hung was.

"Just keep trusting me."

"Have you found someone who treat you like that yet?" he asked me.

I instantly thought about Patty, that son of a bitch. It wasn't Cecile who
came to my mind, because Cecile probably saw me as superior, but not as a
big-dicked god. And here I need to make myself clear. I never consciously
tried to sell myself as superior to Cecile, but she made it clear to me
that I did. And that she bought it. I didn't want that to happen, but it
did. As for Patty, he was different. I wanted him to idolize me. With
Cecile I wanted to be in a relationship of equals, but with Patty I wanted
to be his Master. To have him for my own. To use and abuse as I wanted. But
I'd never do that if first he didn't ask me to. I wanted his body, yes, but
even more, I wanted his soul.

I left him with the dildo still attached to the mirror. I sympathised with
him. That's not something I'd feel for other men in his position in
general. But I did want to help him to find someone who'd make him feel
special.

I sent Steve a message asking him to meet me at my place and went a little
further `just stop whatever you're doing and don't come with excuses for
your own sake.' Then, as I stepped out of the gym and into the parking lot,
I did something that would make Cecile proud. I worked on my hubris, as
she'd say. I found Patty's contact and called him.

"Hey." He answered. I was glad he did.

"Hi. How have you been?" I was feeling so uncomfortable, but I needed to
give this a try.

"Not bad. You?" He asked politely.

"Listen, I just needed to say I'm sorry for what happened, ok? I didn't
want to make you feel bad. Can we just put this behind us? We make a good
team, right?"

He sighed. I could hear it. "Yeah, I overreacted. I didn't know how to get
back to you. Alice's been telling me I should call you, but I didn't know
how."

"So, can we move on?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"Nice. I'm glad to hear that. By the way, I saw that Ninja Warrior is open
for registrations. I thought probably we could give it a try. What do you
think?"

"I thought you were training Chris now."

"I am. But we can train on the weekends."

"I think it could work. What's the plan?" Patty seemed suddenly too
excited. I think he's been waiting eagerly for this moment since the very
day he called me `fag' and stepped out of my house for the last time.

"I'll think about something and let you know. We still got time. Just think
we'll have to put a lot of effort into this. I'll need your focus."

"Yeah, I know. Dude, anything for Ninja Warrior." He laughed. "Seriously,
this will be so cool."

"Ok, I'll let you know. Talk soon."

That was too much for me, which was weird. I did want his attention back to
me, but it was just too much. What had Alice told him? Was it related to
the chicks I've been dating? Was he upset because I was training Chris
instead? Could it be jealousy? Even though I didn't know what was going on,
I was certain that I could push Patty a little further into his
domestication. But first, it'd be good if I could remind him of how much he
needed me.

I drove back home and found Steve at my door. The bitch got me hard just by
seeing him shifting his weight as he waited for me silently. I loved that
sort of devotion. I took him into my apartment.

"I was kinda busy, you know? Monica is still waiting for me..."

"Bullshit. Is she still hanging out with you?" I was honestly perplexed.

"Yeah..."

I laughed loud. What kind of couple was that?

"I don't care, bitch. You're here coz you know what you really like. And
please, don't try to explain yourself. This is getting annoying. Kneel in
front of that mirror over there." I pointed to a mirror I had hanging on
the wall near my bed.

I saw in his face he wanted to know what I was up to. "Just do it."

Once I saw him facing himself over there, I took the dildo from the bag and
placed it in front of him.

"What the hell is that?"

"What? I thought you were used to it already."

I left him watching his new best friend and went to the kitchen to fetch me
an apple to eat.

"What are you waiting for? Start sucking it."

"Have you seen the size of this?"

"Should it be a problem for you? You had my whole dick in your mouth
before. Just start practicing. You can do it. Let me know when you have it
all inside your throat. I don't care how you do it, just do it. I have
stuff to do now. Don't stop practicing."

Here we get to question ourselves. Lee was trying to swallow that dick
before and could barely get the head into his mouth, and now you want Steve
to do it? Yes. Lee wasn't a cocksucker. Steve was. That makes a tremendous
difference. Steve was trained, that's the first thing to keep in mind, but
second and most importantly, Steve was eager to please. For trained
cocksuckers like Steve, finding a dick they can't swallow to the base is
almost a crime. It's unacceptable. Steve could say whatever he wanted, but
he was born a cocksucker. And I was sure Patty was the same. I've tested
him once with a popsicle. He took it all in without complaint. Patty's pink
puffy lips were born to be stretched around a hard-warm cock. I'd prove it
soon enough.

I looked for a few videos on deepthroating instructions to send to Lee and
sent them over to Steve too. Although I wanted him to swallow that dong
soon, I was aware it'd take him some time to practice. I checked my e-mails
and saw I received another one from Adam. It's been a long time since I
last talked to him. He was describing how he'd turned a guy that worked at
his parents' ranch into a bitch. Adam was someone I wanted to meet in
person. Soon, he'd be studying at the same campus as I did. I was hoping
he'd get into my club and eventually take it on as I'd be graduating in a
few months.

Every now and then, I'd hear Steve gaging and coughing.

"Are you ok?" I asked as I approached him.

"It's too big. It's impossible."

"It's not impossible. It's just harder than usual. I've sent you videos
where you'll see chicks taking cocks like this into their throats. Do you
want take a rest sucking on my dick?"

"Man, I need to go back home."

"Do you want it or not?"

I let my pants fall to my ankles and showed him my dick that was at
half-mast already. Steve turned around and got his mouth busy. Gosh, how I
needed that. I let myself lay down on the bed. My back touched the cold
fabric of the bedsheet and it made my body shiver. I felt tired. I felt
like there was something very wrong. A misplaced painting on the
wall. Steve's mouth reminded me that a few days ago I used a fleshlight to
jerk off. When did I last succumb to such an easy task of self-pleasure?
Where did my cockiness go?

"Take off your clothes and take a seat." I was still staring the ceiling.

"What?" I heard Steve's voice far away.

"Sit on my dick and fuck yourself. Fast!"

"I think I should..."

"FAST!"

Don't take me wrong. I knew he wanted this. I think that by this time, I
knew more about Steve than himself. He'd probably be hard and leaking by
now. He just didn't know how to accept his desires. That was another guy
I'd need to help. Somehow, I don't think I ever intended to force anyone
into doing stuff they didn't want to. The club shouldn't be about that. I
wanted to come up with a congregation of men who would help other men to
accept who they were born to be. Guys, who like Steve, couldn't cope with
who he was. Or guys, who like Patty, were so deep inside the closet, they
had no idea of their purpose on this planet. I had no doubt of who Steve
and Patty were. But they had no clue. If I was misinterpreting them, then
they'd prove me wrong. But if they didn't, I'd know I was doing the right
thing.

And what about me? Who was I inside this structure I created?

Steve climbed on my bed naked.

"Fuck, Steve. Turn around. I don't want to see your junk."

"Sorry." He aimed my cock at his hole. "Is there lube?"

"In the drawer." I pointed to my bedside table.

Steve moved fast like a bunny. How could he say he didn't want my dick?
Steve got my dick and his hole slimy before sitting down like a champ onto
my lap.

"Fuck." I let it out.

I think I've never let Steve know how much I liked having my dick inside of
him. My uncontained `fuck' was enough to get him bouncing up and down on my
lap as no one had ever done before. He himself was moaning in a way I've
never seen. I think that was the first time I paid close attention to
him. Steve was a tensed guy. Usually, worried about everything that could
give away his hidden instincts. But, with me, he showed his true
self. There was a much more inside of him that was still far from the
light.

I grabbed him by the waist and stood up, without unlodging my dick that was
shoved deep into his hole.

"If you let my dick escape, you gonna regret it. Now walk to the
balcony. Left leg first."

"Why?" I wouldn't answer. We were moving slowly but steadily toward the
door that led to the small balcony I had, which faced the main
street. "Karl?"

"Open the door."

"What for?"

"O.p.e.n. t.h.e. d.o.o.r!"

Steve unlocked it and slid it to the sides. My thighs pressed the back of
his legs and we moved forward until his chest was lying against the
railing. The street was dark, and the lights in my apartment were off. So,
there wasn't much to see. I held his waist from both sides and brought his
ass as close as possible to my crotch, so I could get him moaning. I would
piston him hard. Once entirely inside of him, I'd stick my dick out of his
pussy, just to get it all buried into his love hole again. I wanted him to
moan loud.

There were people walking on the sidewalk ahead. The street was busy with
cars going up and down.

"See that guy walking over there?" I pointed at a man who was walking while
checking his phone. "I want you to ask him what time it is now."

"Just fucking do it, or no more cock for you. Got it?"

Steve didn't have much time. The guy would be gone soon. I didn't think
people on the street would be able to see me if they didn't squint and paid
close attention to us. But, even if they did, I wouldn't mind.

"Siiii...iiirr! Pleaaaase?" At every thrust, Steve would run out of
breath. His speaking sounded very funny. I wondered the guy would take
Steve as crazy. When he turned his head to us, Steve clenched his hole,
which led me to moan. "Could... could you... what time is it?" he yelled
out of a single breath.

The guy said something, but he was too far away for us to understand him. I
was fucking Steve slowly now, feeling his anal walls squeeze my cock as he
stood on his tip toes. His legs were shaking, and it added to stimuli I was
receiving from his tight hole.

"What did he say?" I asked.

"I couldn't hear. Fuck, man."

"That's not the answer I wanted. You'll keep asking till you tell me the
correct time as I see here in my watch."

"Please, man..."

"I told you already, bitch. I'm not `man', I'm not your `dude', do you
understand that?" I went deeper, and his chest was squeezed between my
upper body and the railing. "Now, keep asking. There's a lady over there."

I could hear Steve swallowing hard. "Ma'am! Ma'am, please?!"

She stopped and walked closer to the building. I wasn't seeing her, so I
guessed she couldn't see me either. "What time's it now? Please?"

I fastened my pace. Steve's head was moving like a shaking head toy people
keep in their car's panels. It should be fun to watch.

I still couldn't hear what she said. Steve told me the time, and I checked
my watch.

"Sorry, it's still not a match. Keep going."

"They... uh... they will... us... see us..."

"Let them. Why should you bother. Go on. Keep asking."

The third one to show up was a younger fella. He should be a teenager. I
guessed it from the way he dressed. He's got a skate on his hand, on the
other, he was also checking his phone.

"Dude?" Steve yelled. "Please? Hey?"

The guy stopped and looked at us. "What's that?" Now I could hear him loud
and clear.

"What time is it?" Steve would try his best to keep his voice as normal as
possible. Once he was done asking, he'd shake and moan like a lost bitch in
heat.

The fella also walked closer to my place. "What's going on?" He asked
Steve.

"Can you... can you tell me the time?"

"What's wrong with you, dude? You look a little shaky."

"Just the time, the time, please?" Steve's voice would fade away sometimes,
and he'd need to repeat himself.

"Don't you have a watch over there, mate?"

I felt like laughing. The fella was a smart one. "It's almost eight!"

Steve was becoming exhausted. His legs were almost failing him. "Can
you... please... the exact time?"

"Why do you care, dude? What's going on over there?"

I intensified my fuck. I wanted to make Steve's embarrassed. That's not
because I felt like humiliating him (although I knew I was doing exactly
that), but because I could feel his excitement. He liked this kind of
games.

"Tell him there's a hot dude fucking you." I whispered in his ear.

"No, I... I can't..."

"He knows it already. C'mon now and say it."

Steve was on the brink of collapse. "I'm... uh... there's a guy
here... fuck..."

"Tell him you're being fucked." I urged.

"He is... he's fucking me?"

"What?" the young fella asked. He had to be joking.

"He's fucking me!"

The fella laughed out loud. "And what do you need the time for?"

"Coz he wanna to know!" I wasn't expecting Steve to say that by his
own. But, he did.

"Seven fifty-three. You naughty bitch"

"Ask him if he wants to leave his number, so you can call him later." I
suggested in his ear.

"What?"

"He's kinda good-looking, right? It's another dick for you. It doesn't hurt
asking. Go! Ask him, now!"

Steve was reticent for a while. The fella wasn't moving away. The guy
wanted to know more. Typical teenager.

"Would you... you... you know... leave your number under the door?"

The guy laughed out loud. "What for?"

"Say you want him to do the same with you." I whispered.

"No, please, not that."

"GO!"

A few more seconds and I was already holding up not to explode into his
ass.

"So, so you can... can... the same... do the same. To me, I... mean... you
know..."

More laughter. "Man, you should hear yourself. Yeah, we can do that
sometime. I'll leave my number here. But call me before midnight or no
deal."

I think the guy left a note under the door downstairs, and then I saw him
leaving, but without tying his best to see my face. I don't know if he did,
but he still waved, and I waved back.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Seven... seven fifty-three..."

"Oh, that's wrong now. We're passed that. Find someone else."

I didn't know if I could hold on any longer, but I so wanted to.

There was another guy walking down the street, and Steve asked the time
once again. To my amusement, one of my neighbours dared to come out to his
balcony and yelled: "Seven fifty-six, fuck! Just shut up now!"

"Seven fifty-six." Steve whispered. "Seven fifty-six."

"Fuck, I'm coming."

It was intense. I groped his ass cheeks and let out a loud groan. It was a
sound I've been saving for quite a long time now. I spanked Steve's butt,
not too hard, but strong enough to leave it red. I unplugged. My dick was
dripping cum on the floor.

"Suck me clean."

He didn't hesitate. Steve turned around and put my cock in his mouth. It
should taste like lube, I thought. Ass juices maybe. I don't know. I knew
he was into my cum, so he wouldn't matter the other tastes.

I got back into my apartment, and Steve followed suit. I got the dildo from
the mirror, put it inside a box and gave it to him. Steve was dressed up by
the time he got it. He knew I wasn't the man who liked to cuddle and talk
after sex. He respected me.

"Watch the videos I sent to you. Learn how to deepthroat this. Once you
feel comfortable with that, then lube it up and shove it in your
ass. Remember, all the way to the balls. I'm gonna check it. So, just don't
disappoint me, got it?"

"Yes..." he was still excited. Good on him.

"Go. Get the number the fella left you and call him before midnight as he
said. Let me know when he fucks you. But don't be stupid. Make your
research on him first. I don't want anyone raping you for my fault. Let me
know his info before you meet with him. Understood?"

"Yes... sir..."

"So?"

He excused himself and left. I looked at myself in the mirror once
again. That beard had to go. That fleshlight under the couch should go
to. I got my clothes that were on the floor. I don't know why, but I had to
destroy them. I ripped them off into tiny pieces of fabric. I was
panting. I can't describe what I felt, but it was liberating.

I shaved my face. I almost greeted the Karl that still existed behind the
hair. After a long shower, I laid down and passed out.

On the next day, I decided to get into a routine. Routines are healthy even
if we despise them. I did my studies, went to classes, and by the end of
the day, trained Chris. Before meeting with him, I found Aaron leaning
against the wall and, as usual, using his phone.

"Hey, bud. Doing well?" I asked.

"Karl! Mate, I thought you'd keep the homeless look forever. What's
happened to you?"

"Broke up with Cecile. Dark phase." I confessed.

"Oh, sorry about that. You could have dropped me a line. I could help you
with anything you needed."

I didn't want to think about it, but all I saw was Aaron mouth swallowing
my jizz. That's the kind of help that came up to my mind first. Couldn't
help it. Was Aaron someone who also needed help as did Steve, Chris, Patty
and so on? Or was I just making up excuses to turn every single man around
me into bitches?

"And what happened to Patty?" he asked.

"Not much since that day." I referred to the day when Aaron and I were
playing with Patty's tits in my apartment. "Then I called him and
apologized..."

"You did what?" He looked so surprised.

"Yeah, I know. People change, right? I needed to do that. I had the
feeling."

"No judging. I think you did right. The guy freaked out. Who wouldn't? You
wake up and realize there are two guys playing with you the way we did to
him. I told you that would be a problem."

He did warn me. I still said I didn't care. I said he'd freak out, but then
he'd come back for more. But he didn't. My arrogancy did take over me. I
wanted to have everything and ended up with nothing. The stupid hubris
again.

"What are you planning now?" he asked.

"Do you know the open field with ninja warrior equipment we used to use
couple years ago?"

"Yep!"

"I've been there with Patty a few weeks ago. It was a little damaged by
time. Weeds everywhere. The equipment needs some fixing too. Would you help
me with that? Maybe, we can do that Saturday. I'll get other guys to help
us. One day would be enough to get that back to functional."

"Sure. But, is that the plan?"

"That's part of the plan. We do that now, and on the other weekend the real
deal begins. And, this time, I know how to proceed."

Aaron scoffed. "Are you serious? After everything... what's changed now?"

"I think that breaking up with Cecile did something to me. The stuff she
told me got into my soul. She made me look at myself in a way I've never
done before. It was hard, but I needed to hear the stuff she got to tell
me."

"Well, if it did the trick, it was for the best."

I felt there was someone coming toward me. I turned around and saw
Chris. I've heard he was being called `gooey' in campus. No wonder. He had
jizz all over his face. His clothes though were clean. I made it clear to
him, and then to Craig, that I wouldn't stand cum touching me. So, we'd get
the chance for Chris to change into a clean work out gear before coming
into the training area. His face, though, still looked miserable. His eyes
were a little reddish. He's definitely got cum in them.

"Hey, Chris. This is Aaron." I presented Chris to Aaron. Aaron smirked but
didn't say a work. He knew what people on the campus were up to. We've seen
stuff like that before.

"I'd shake your hand, but trust me, you won't want that." Chris said
smartly. He avoided the embarrassment that would follow if he didn't. Chris
was a good sport.

"I see. Good luck with that. It doesn't last long. See you around."

"Squats first." I pointed to the machine, and Chris didn't hesitate.

However, once we started with his routine, I realized the good mood I've
seen previously wasn't translating into good performance. Chris seemed a
little distracted. I couldn't let that happen. He should learn he had to be
one hundred percent focused even if his life was shit. Well, that's what
the world expects from us. There's no lie in this.

"Hey, I don't care about the shit you go through outta here, but in here I
want your 100%." I demanded.

"Sorry. It's just... I have the load of ten guys at least on my face, and
it's being hard to cope with that."

"Hey. I don't usually give free advices, but I'll give you one as a
gift. Don't become a bitch now." I started. I didn't want him to feel pity
of himself. I said it out loud, so he would remember my words
forever. "You're becoming part of something now, and it'll take a lot from
you. Is it difficult? Yes, it is. Then what? Will you sit down and cry? Do
you feel like crying right now? If you're, then sorry, you don't belong
here."

"No, I don't feel like crying." Chris answered still a little defensively.

I didn't want Chris to feel bad about what he was going through, because I
knew he had a nice and strong personality. That made him into someone
special. I couldn't cope with another guy freaking out over everything like
Patty did. Chris could be so much better.

"Good. Then put a smile on that..." I then lowered my voice as I realized
the message was being received, "... that gooey face of yours and be happy
about it. Jizz won't kill you. I've heard of rituals that could in fact put
your life in danger, but this? Hear this. You are on the bottom today, but
follow this advice and soon you can be on top. Then you'll be the one
giving the orders and planning rituals. You got to learn to please two
people: Lane and Craig. Lane. You gotta be whatever he asks from you. And
you do that as if your life depended on it. Craig. He's the one who can
come to Lane and say you're a piss of shit who can put the whole team
down. He's the one who can destroy your life in this team. Lane would trust
every word he says. If it's you and Craig telling stories, it's Craig's
that Lane will buy. Do you get what I'm saying? Say yes to everything Craig
suggests and put your body and soul into that. Smile and show'em you're
happy about whatever they ask from you. You don't need to be happy about
any of that, but they need to believe you are. Play this game right or
leave it. This is the world you're part of now. Not that high school
musical shit."

It's been a few days since I last talked to Craig, but he was doing what he
told me he'd do. I didn't know the guy, but I felt Chris was so much better
than him. Chris could grow up to be the leader of his team. I had no doubt
about that. I sensed Chris was the kind of guy who'd sooner or later
surrender to another man. I wished he could find the right man. Not any
asshole like Craig. He needed a guy to get the better out of him. Someone
who could give him confidence to be who he was born to be. Craig was the
one who was toughening him up, but that wasn't meant to last forever.

"Just learn to know the balance between being cooperative and being a bitch
willing to be turned into a cheap whore. I understand there's a lot of
people involved in your hazing now, but only your team matters. The rest is
not important. Make your teammates happy but know when you have to say `no'
too. Be polite and say you're not ready. Say you're willing to do something
else instead. Give'm ideas. I'm sure they won't ask too much from
you. They'll just keep coming on your face for the whole
semester. Let'em. Show you're ready and willing. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Every time he called me sir, it made even more sure of his
occult submissive nature.

"Good. Now put on that cum mask, a smiley one, and give me everything you
have. I need you here, body and soul. Ok?"

"Fuck, yeah!" He gave me a huge smile that seemed convincingly real.

"Ten reps. One-minute rest. Go!"

Chris was somehow my very opposite. He was all about sacrificing himself in
order to redeem himself in the future. I was afraid of sacrifices. My
self-steam was too big for that. Hubris again. Maybe I got one thing or
another to learn with him after all.

On my way out, I came across Lee who I believed was waiting for me. He
invited me to his office, and I went in after him.

"Dude, I can't do that. Now I understand why no one can do that to me. I
was being so selfish. It's just impossible." He started. I could imagine
Lee trying to swallow that dildo and never getting passed the first few
inches.

"Have you watched the videos I sent you?" I asked.

"Those chicks are amazing. I don't understand how they do that."

"Well, they're there explaining how they do that. You gotta listen to what
they have to say. I believe the dildos the suck are as big as yours, maybe
bigger. And still they do that. And they are chicks! If they can do that,
then why can't you? If you're not trying it hard enough, how do you expect
them to do it for you?"

"You're totally right."

"Listen, even if you can't do that, give your best. Once you get someone
you can train, I just want you to know what to say. Do as those chicks
do. Memorize every single word coz then you can only repeat them. Do you
get it?"

"Yes, thanks for that. Really."

"It's alright. I'll keep sending videos to you. Just study carefully and
you'll be fine. But there's one other thing..."

"What's that?"

"Beside fucking throats, I believe you'd like to fuck cunts too, right?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Maybe you should try to see how it feels when you have it in your ass." I
said matter-of-factly as if this was very natural.

"You kidding me, right? That can't happen!" he looked shocked.

"Why not? I'm not asking you to fuck yourself with that. But see how it
feels when you touch it with your hole. I'll send you some videos of chicks
fucking themselves with big dildos too. They also got a lot to say. Study
every part of it. I'll find you someone who'll be willing to do anything to
you, but you gotta know what to say to make it happen."

"Ok, send me the videos."

I left Lee again. I don't think he'd try to put that mammoth in his hole,
but since he didn't panic when I mentioned that, I felt reassured he
wouldn't be too angry when I got him to fuck Steve. When I sent him the
videos as I promised, I made sure to send a few of guys too. And, in these
videos, the guys were taking even bigger dildos than those with the
chicks. He'd feel impressed. He'd watch them to the end. I could guarantee
it.

I texted Steve to know how he was dealing with the dildo.

`It's not easy. I'm practicing all the time. You must believe me.' He
answered. He should be telling the truth. He sounded desperate.

`Have you touched the balls with your chin already?' that's what mattered
to me.

`Once, but it was too fast.'

`Better than nothing. Keep practicing and meet me tomorrow in my apartment
at 5. I expect you to be taking it all. Just try harder. And bring the
dildo with you.'

`I will.' He answered. Steve wanted that. Cocksuckers love a challenge. Any
other guy would've dropped it already. They could lie and just claim it was
impossible. They could even try hard enough and throw up in front of you
just to show how much harm it was doing to them. This way, you'd have no
other option but to let him go. But not Steve.

I texted Lee next and invited him to come over to my apartment tomorrow at
7. I'd have a good surprise for him. I could get he was excited. But I made
it clear he'd need to do his homework and watch all the videos I'd send
him.

I didn't have to train Chris that day. I finished everything I had to do
and answered another e-mail from Adam when Steve showed up. I let him into
my apartment. He was holding a gym back that should be carrying the dildo
he was supposed to bring.

"Did you call the guy?"

"Who?"

"The one you asked the time from the balcony." I asked curious.

"I did." He was looking shy. "He says his name is Stu. He in high
school. The guy is a little nuts."

"Why?"

"He basically wants to pimp me up to his friends. He thinks I'm a slut
since I did what I did from the balcony..."

"And ain't you a slut, Steve?" I'd normally not talk to someone and call
them by their names. I think, in general, no one does that. Calling you by
your name may sound like you're upset. So, I was sure Steve would double
his attention if I said his name out loud.

"I... I'm not..."

"It's not like you're a slut who is getting paid for sex. That's not what I
mean. I'm saying you're probably just too horned up. You gotta admit you
love dick. There's no shame in that. If he's offering you a few dicks to
suck and fuck, go for it. But let me know the details first. Probably, I'd
need to talk to this Stu first. But don't let your too good behaviour stop
you from fulfilling your fantasies, alright?"

Steve looked like a little puppy that's just being praised for doing a good
action. I said the words he wanted to hear, even if he tried to pretend
that he didn't. I can only imagine what Stu had said to him.

"Plug the dildo onto the mirror and show me how far you can go." I ordered.

Steve didn't waste any time. He behaved like a child who wanted to show to
his father how well he's become in basketball. Something like `look at me,
dad! A three-point shot with my eyes closed.' He wanted to make me
proud. He plugged the dildo at a lower level and kneeled in front of it.

"Can you give me a glass of water, please?" he asked.

I had an idea of what he wanted, but I asked regardless. "What for?"

"It's much easier when the mouth is very wet."

I gave him the glass of water and he drank it all. "I also didn't eat
anything for the last three hours. Just to stop me from... you know..."

Yes, I did know. Who else but cocksuckers would do that? From his pocket,
he got a little tube with something slimy that he spread all over the
shaft. It seemed like lube, but I wasn't sure.

"And that?" I asked.

"The videos you sent me. In one of them, the woman uses this on the
dildo. She says it makes it easier for the dildo to slide into the
throat. I used it today, and it helped me wonders. You'll see."

Steve pumped the fake cock for a while till he made sure it was completely
covered by the stuff he poured onto it. Then he poured a little more onto
the shaft and then into his mouth.

Just like that, he started sucking the dildo. He started slowly, getting
only the tip in his mouth. The slurping sounds were quite loud. It made
sense since his mouth was extremely wet. I think he noticed the noise and
took the time to explain it to me. "The lube makes you salivate a lot. But
it helps too. It's amazing."

Without waiting for my consent, he got back to business. His throat was
perfectly aligned with the dildo's tube. It was not his head bobbing back
and forth, but his whole body. In the gym, we'd say he was doing a compound
exercise. That also made sense to me. Probably, if you put your whole body
into the task, it would make it much easier than focusing it all on the
head.

The dildo penetrated his throat for the first time, and he stopped. He
wouldn't move a single muscle of his body. Slowly, he retrieved, got some
more air, and moved forward again. Every time he did that, he'd move a
little bit further, and within minutes, he had it done. The whole fucking
dildo was lodged into his throat like a sword swallower. I hold myself not
to say anything, as he wasn't finished yet, but I'd easily let a `wholly
fuck' out.

Steve moved back again, and this time he went all the way to the base as a
champ. He kept repeating that for a few times till he finally withdrew and
looked at me with those same puppy eyes.

"I'm speechless." I confessed.

He blushed. This kind of compliment means the world to cocksuckers. He was
feeling proud, and he should indeed. I didn't imagine he'd be able to do
that in such a short time.

"You're amazing." I continued.

"It just needs some practice." Typical of someone who can't take
compliments.

"You must be quite familiar to the dildo now, right?"

"Yeah, somehow."

I laughed and said in a friendly way. "Fuck you. You must've memorized
every inch of that thing."

He didn't answer, but I could take it as affirmative from the way he looked
at me.

"Now, why don't we move to the next stage?" I asked still in an amicable
fashion.

"What's that?" The smile was changed into a frown.

"Let's have it deep in your asshole, of course. C'mon, you've done the
worst part already, and you did that as a pro. It's alright. I'll help you
with that. I'll be right here with you."

I've never been this intimate with Steve. Fucking someone doesn't make you
closer to him. It can be quite on the contrary. A lot of men would fuck
other men but would never say what I said. Fucking has nothing to do with
intimacy.  As life would show me, men fucking men didn't mean much, as long
as they believed it had nothing to do with love.

Steve stood up apprehensively. He curled his fingers, and I could see he
wasn't very comfortable. Probably, he was just not prepared for that.

"Ok, let's go slow. Take off your clothes."

He hesitated for a few seconds, but then he started undressing. First his
tees, then the pants, the socks. I was happy to see he was wearing his
jockstrap. The bitch was prepared to be fucked but not by the dildo.

I got my own lube now, the best I had, the one that could make a camel pass
through the eye of a needle. I got the dildo by the balls and plugged it
now on the floor.

"It's important that you fuck yourself with it. You're a good rider, so I'm
sure you'll do this like a pro too. We'll make it very slimy, so you won't
even feel it. Well, probably you will, but it won't bother you for too
long."

I gave him the lube. He opened it and let the liquid run down the shaft all
the way to the balls.

"I noticed you didn't pay much attention to the balls last time. Never
forget them, uh?"

Steve nodded without looking me in the eyes. He smeared his asshole with
the lube I gave him and pointed it to his hole. He was on his knees, not
too far from my bed. I sat down close to him. My face next to his.

"You can do this. My dick is not much smaller than that one, right?"

"Yeah."

"And last time, you didn't have this much lube on my cock and still you
rode it like a cowboy. Can you feel it touching your hole?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, now let's have the head inside of you. Only the head."

He frowned in pain. That part was a difficult one, but it didn't stop
him. He had one hand behind him touching the floor. His body moved down
when he moaned and said `fuck, fuck'.

I gave him a couple of seconds. When I saw he stopped moving, I asked: "Is
it in?"

"Yeah."

"That's good. I'm proud of you. Let your hole get used to it and once you
feel you're ready let it go deeper into your body. Can you do that for me?"

He nodded again. He quickly looked at my eyes, and his ass lowered another
inch or two. He was rightfully taking his time. I smiled at him. It would
mean a lot to him to know I was happy with that. He still wanted to make me
proud.

Very slowly, he worked his way down till I saw his ass sitting on the
floor.

"Fuck. You're amazing. Seriously." I gave him another smile.

"Thanks." He smiled back.

"What about fucking yourself now? You know, take your time, start slowly
and then you give me that crazy ride only you can."

Another nod. Another smile. Steve didn't need more encouragement. He was
now finding his balance. Two feet on the floor, one hand still behind him,
his crotch facing the ceiling. He would move up and down in the beginning
in short thrusts, but after a while, he was going all the way. Up to the
head, down to the balls. I offered him the lube, and he gave the dildo
another coating.

It was it. Not even thirty minutes, and Steve was riding it like a fucking
cowboy. I let him take his time. I needed his hole to get used to the
intruder. Once I thought it was enough, I stood up. He looked at my eyes
and stopped moving.

"I've got a last favour to ask."

"What's that?"

I didn't see his bare cock, but it was obvious it was hard and leaking.

"But before, be honest with me. How much do you like this dildo? How much
fun are you having with it?"

"I don't know..."

"Oh, c'mon, Steve. We're past this part already. You can be honest with
me. You should know by now you can trust me."

Trust! That's all I wanted from everyone, but it was so excruciatingly hard
to get.

"It is fun. It wasn't much in the beginning, but today was fun. I mean, you
watching me was fun. I can't explain why, but it's nice."

"I can imagine it is. You still have it inside of you and you're not
complaining anymore."

He realized that and prompted up, but I held him down.

"It's ok, enjoy yourself. It must feel very good, I can only imagine. Plus,
I'm still watching you. Just ride it slowly." He didn't say anything, but
the riding resumed. "What if I said that this dildo is a copy of a real
cock. And that the guy who owns it will be here soon?"

Steve stopped once again. As he tried to stand up, I stopped him again.

"Relax. We still have time. Relax. Take a deep breath. Can you?"

He lowered his body all the way down to the floor.

"Do you want to do with him the same you're doing to the dildo?"

"No, please... That feels like..." he started.

"Like I'm pimping you? There's no pimping if you're into it.  I don't know
what this Stu is about, but we'll get to know. Forget him for now. I'm the
one speaking. It's different. Do you get it?"

He nodded.

"Good. Now listen to me. Jerking off, using a dildo or a vibrator, fucking
a tree, sucking a banana... all of that should feel wrong. You must ask
why. Well, sex exists as a means to putting people together. When you do
something like riding on a dildo, you're being selfish. You are having your
pleasure, that's alright, but someone should be on the other side feeling
it too. A dildo doesn't feel shit. It's just unfair. There's someone out
there who'd love to be part of this show. He'd love to feel your mouth and
your pussy, but instead, you're using an object that can't feel
anything. Don't you feel guilty? Selfish? You're using his dick, and he's
not getting anything in return?"

"But I don't know the guy..."

"Well, if that was the case, all you'd have to do was to get to know him,
right? Just like you got to know me. But, in our case here, you know him
already. He's the Asian trainer in the gym."

"Mr. Lee? Is this his dick?"

"Yeah, I was surprised myself. It is his. The guy's never felt someone
deepthroating him. Even worse, he's never penetrated anyone coz everyone
complains his dick is too big. Think of his frustration! And now look at
you! You're taking it so nicely. I can see you're enjoying yourself. All I
ask of you is that you share your enjoyment with him. You'd make him so
happy..."

"Does he want it?"

"That may be an issue, and I'm gonna need your help here. Think with me
again. You know very well how difficult it is for guys to accept having sex
with other guys. You're going through that all the time. Lee's never fucked
anything. He'd probably prefer a chick, but I believe that once he finds
out you can do the job, he'll be totally into you. In the beginning, maybe
not, but we gotta be patient with him. Just think, that's the real
thing. Dildo's are fake. A real cock should be a thousand times better. If
you're having such a good time with that, then think what would happen when
you played with the real thing? Man, I bet Lee can cum buckets. Think of
all that cum to swallow. I know you'd love that. I can see it in your eyes
right now."

"What do you want from me?"

Convincing Steve wasn't that hard, I know. Why would it be? He loved a
dick, and he loved that dildo. He should be super curious.

"Go take a shower. Use the bathtub. Take your time. Dry yourself with the
green towel. Then come out when I call out your name. Once you hear his
voice here, get out of the tub and get ready. When I call your name, you
come in here wearing only this jockstrap. You don't need to look at
him. I'll make sure he'll be hard already. So, you only need to get his
dick out and start sucking. If it doesn't go as planned, just come out with
something. I'll be here during the whole time. Can I trust you?"

"I'll try."

"Good. I'm proud of you.  Truly am. Oh, and by the way. I know you're a pro
in cocksucking, but let Lee guide you. I think it'll make him feel good."

Steve nodded before standing up. I asked him to take the dildo with him to
the bathroom. Lee should be arriving any time soon. I cleaned up the place,
stretched the bedsheet, sat down on my couch and watched some TV.

Lee buzzed. I let him in.

He was properly dressed. Replacing his usual workout gear he'd wear at
work, he had a long pants on, nicely buttoned shirt, polished shoes, the
shirt tucked in the pants. The guy should think he was there to meet his
wife. He could get married in that attire. I was still wearing nothing but
shorts and a top tank.

"How have you been?" He asked visibly nervous.

"Not bad. Take a seat. Let's talk."

"That's a nice show." He said watching the TV. I can't recall what was
on. I didn't care. "So, what's the plan?" He was moving beyond the stage of
excitement. His armpits were sweating. I turned on the AC.

"For now, just relax, ok? I got something for you."

I went to the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water and another one of those
pills I once gave him. As I stood in front of him, I showed the glass and
the pill to him. I should say pills in the plural. I had two of those in my
hand.

"Why do I need that for? I won't need that. I can guarantee you." He faked
a smile.

"It's just to keep you on the mood for as long as necessary. Maybe you
don't know how it works, but guys like you, I mean, big like you, usually
don't last too long. It's normal. It's hard to keep so much blood over
there for too long. Just swallow this for now."

He still hesitated but swallowed the pills.

"Hope you know what you're doing." He mumbled.

"I'm never wrong, my friend. It just doesn't happen." I went to one of my
drawers and got a cock ring that I've never used. And after that night, I'd
definitely not even touch that thing ever again. I handed it to him.

"What's that?" I think he's never seen that.

"That's a cock ring. You put in around the base of your dick before you get
hard. Once you do get hard, it will help you to stay hard."

"Should I do it now?"

"You better."

"You'll end up seeing it..."

"Well, I've kinda seen it already. I don't like to but fuck it."

Lee unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and after lowering his underwear, he got
that limp anaconda out. I tried to instruct him as to how to put it on. I
was glad to see he didn't dare to ask for my help.

He put the snake back into the underwear, and I sat by his side
again. After twenty minutes, he was sweating more than normal. The drug was
kicking in.

"Listen, Lee. As for the person you'll be meeting with today..."

"Yeah, is she coming?"

"Yes. But that's the twist. Just don't freak out, ok? The thing is, it's
not a she. It's a he."

"What the fuck? I mean, what the hell, dude?"

He stood up. His dick was obscene by now even inside the pants. It was
leaning to the side. The tube went all the way to his pocket, and it wasn't
all of it.

"My man, I found the person who'll do to you what you've never done in your
life. I don't mean to get you marrying him. I just need you to practice the
stuff you've learned with the videos I sent to you. This is a small
town. Think with me. I get you with other bitches I know and the they start
talking about you. They'll say you have a huge dick, which is good, but
then they'll make fun of you because you don't know how to use it. Women
talk! Do you understand that? They talk about us all the fucking time. I
want you to fuck as many chicks as you want, but when you do your first
one, I want her to tell all the others that you're just fucking
awesome. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yeah, of course..."

"I brought a guy who you can use to practice. He won't say a word to
anyone. He himself is always trying to hide in the closet. You can try and
try again till you get it perfect. Once you're at that level of confidence,
you can go out and do as you please, but not now. Now, we practice. Do you
understand that?"

He didn't know what to say. Perfect! At this point, I knew he wouldn't run
away.

"What I need you to do now is: go to my bed, lay down and wait. If you feel
more comfortable, close your eyes. I'll get the bitch over here and he'll
start you up, but then you'll need to guide him the way you've
learned. Just imagine he's a chick. This is practice. No one will judge you
here. Can you do that?"

Lee murmured something but did as I said. He rested his back against the
bedframe and closed his eyes. I knocked at the bathroom door. Steve opened
it. He looked worried. I tried to make him feel better with a smile, as if
I was trying to say `relax, you'll be fine.' I pointed Lee to him. Lee was
right there in front of us. Steve remained still wondering how to
proceed. I just gesticulated with my hand that he should suck Lee. With a
motion of my head, Steve walked to the bed. He hoped on, onto his
knees. Lee spread his legs apart, and Steve got between them. This was
working out fine so far.

I didn't want to say anything, so Lee could get used to it first. Steve
caressed the length of Lee's dick still contained by his pants. I could
tell Steve was mesmerized, almost in trance. Still he took his time as if
trying to have the best experience out of this opportunity I offered
him. Lee was growing impatient, and I gestured he should get the dick out.

Steve unbuckled Lee's belt, unzipped the pants and with the help of Lee,
who raised his butt, he pulled his breeder-to-be pants and underwear
altogether. Steve's eyes were shining when he saw the live beast. As for
myself, I can't deny that was something you would write home about, but it
did disgust me.

"Wow" Steve couldn't hold his excitement. He didn't want to say anything,
but the urge got the best of his senses and came out involuntarily.

That was followed by several seconds of pure silence. Steve didn't know if
he shouldn't proceed as Lee seemed tense. I wondered what he could be
possibly thinking, but I couldn't read it.

"Don't you like it?" Lee asked. I got it he believed Steve would just give
up or run away, which is something he's witnessed for many years. I
realized his tension came from this fear of scaring away those who got the
chance to see his cock.

"No... I mean, yes... Yes, it's amazing!" Steve spoke out in a way I've
never heard him before. Maybe I was a little jealous, but I had to
understand the reasoning of a trained cocksucker. I couldn't expect them
all to treat me as the god above all. It was Lee's turn to feel like I used
to.

"Really?" Lee opened his eyes. Steve got Lee's dick in his hand and started
jerking off slowly. It wasn't a simple jerk off, he was making love to the
cock. It was more like caressing it, showing his admiration.

"You don't have idea. This is just perfect!" Steve was in bitch's heaven
for sure. "Do you mind if I..." He motioned forward, as if to engulf the
cock.

"Not at all. Go ahead. But take it easy. You don't want to suffocate
and..." As I said, he didn't want Steve to panic after realizing that,
although beautiful, the cock wouldn't fit in his mouth as Lee himself had
experienced with the dildo.

Steve didn't wait another second. His mouth was around the dick's head, his
right hand still caressing the shaft, his left hand on the balls. It was
like he was making out. When a young man kisses a girl he's in love with on
the lips ever so gently for the first time trying to show his sincere
love. Steve did the same, but instead of lips he had the long tube's head
in his mouth. The hands that would be holding the girl's soft face and
back, was doing the same on different parts of Lee's genital
anatomy. Steve's tongue waltz danced around the head, he moaned and, for a
second, I thought he'd cry of exhilaration.

"This is so perfect! I can't believe this even exists" Steve said to my own
amusement. That didn't sound like him. Was he a size queen, after all? Not
just any size, since I was considerably huge myself, but was he in the hunt
for an elephant during this whole time?

Lee smiled. He looked at me. I confess I felt intimidated. It was the first
time I got myself watching two guys making out, and this wasn't in my
bucket list. I walked to my sofa and sat down. I'd rather watch this from a
safe distance. Besides, I knew they wouldn't need my guidance anymore. It
was up to them how to make this happen.

Although far, I still could see what has going on over there. Lee put his
hand on Steve's head and drove it back onto his dick. Steve was moving
further down on the shaft, but it wasn't still going into his throat.

"You need to get your mouth very wet." He instructed Lee. "Do you want a
glass of water or something?"

"No, I had it already. Thanks." And back to sucking.

"I brought lube. They say it helps chicks to suck cock. I mean, I know you
ain't a chick, but it may work the same, right?"

It looked like the same Steve brought with him. Steve didn't mention he had
one himself and took the bottle from Lee's hand.

"Thanks."

By this point, Lee was guiding Steve's head and the boy had already reached
his mouth's limit before penetrating his throat. From that position, I
doubted it would go any further. Lee, however, seemed lost in his heat. He
kept pushing Steve further down to the point he gaged.

"Oh, sorry, mate." Lee apologized.

"It's ok. Maybe we should change positions."

Honestly, this romantic sex wasn't the kind of show I'd waste my time
with. Lee moved to his knees, Steve on his fours like he's done before with
the dildo on the mirror. Steve used the lube on Lee's dick and got back to
sucking.

"Slowly." Lee resumed his instruction. "Don't rush, no one can... fuck!"

From what I could see, Steve had half of Lee's dick in his mouth and throat
already. He withdrew for a couple of seconds and forced himself forward to
swallow other two inches or so. After repeating it a few times, he finally
got all of Lee's cock in his throat. Lee grabbed his head and looked up.

"Fuck... I can't believe it."

Honestly, I felt good for Lee. Every guy who was born to use their dicks
and not holes, should know what a deepthroat feels like. I saw myself in
Lee when it first happened to me. It took Lee many more years to get to
that level, which means a lot of anxiety that has been growing up since he
realized it'd probably never happen. All of that waiting was summarized in
that moment of complete relief.

Steve wasn't done yet, though. He's go back and forth as a grade-A
cocksucker he's proved to be. That wasn't for amateurs. Lee knew that very
well as he couldn't barely have the head of his own dick in his mouth, let
alone get it all to the balls.

"Please, don't stop. This feels so good. Your throat is just... This is so
fucking awesome!"

Of course, Steve wouldn't stop. Now that he had the whole cock in his
throat, it was easier to keep it going. I get it that the worst part is the
beginning. Once you're used to the intruder, and your body stop fighting
it, the process becomes a lot more intuitive and natural.

Lee was still holding Steve's head. "Boy, I'm gonna cum... I
can't... fuck!" Lee's ass was tensing. Steve didn't move. The dick was deep
into his body. The cum was going straight to his stomach.

I turned on my TV on mute. I realized I didn't have to keep watching
them. I could play video game instead. But, still, every now and then, I'd
check what they were doing. Lee laid down. Steve was still licking his dick
like the puppy he proved to be. The boy was literally in love with that
shit. I don't think Lee would go soft any time soon, so Steve would have
the bone to suck for a couple of hours if they agreed to that.

"Do you want me to fuck you? Do you think you can take it?" Lee suggested,
ready to play again.

"Please. Yeah, I can take it."

Lee got a condom and Steve rolled it down his shaft. I could hear the tube
of lube being open and the liquid being squeezed out. Steve took off his
pants and got on his fours in front of Lee. They were now facing my window,
so I had a profile view of the two of them. Lee aligned his dick into
Steve's hole and moved forward slowly. Steve started moaning, and so did
Lee as his balls reached the boy's sac. Lee gave Steve a few minutes before
starting the fuck.

I can't explain, but that was annoying me already. I paused the game and
went to the other side of the bed where my crotch was at Steve's eye
level. Lee was still and looking at me. I took a step back and, with my
hand, pulled Steve's head up by the chin, so he could see me.

"Bitch, I know you're having the time of your life now, but something tells
me this isn't yet the kind of kink that you really crave for." I pushed a
finger into his mouth, and with my other hand, I slapped his face very
lightly. I got Lee's hand and put it on Steve's hair. "Grab it" I ordered
him. "You've got your dick in the cunt already. He's used to that by
now. Now you fuck him like a whore. That's what he likes. You keep treating
them like a princess, and eventually they'll get tired of you and will look
for the scoundrel who'll make them feel like a whore. You gotta find the
balance between being patient and a fucker bastard. Fuck his brains out and
make him scream." I looked back at Steve's eyes. "Don't you want to be
fucked like the little whore bitch you are?"

"Yeah... Please, fuck me..."

"See that?"

"Please, let me suck you, sir." He begged me.

"Don't feel like sharing you now. You should be happy with the cock you
have in your pussy already, bitch."

Truth be told, I didn't want Lee to see my cock. I felt intimidated. This
is not a nice feeling for an alpha, but honestly, I haven't been through
that before and didn't know how to react.

"Do you think you can take me?" Lee asked Steve.

"Lee, don't ask shit like that. You should never. Just think of all the
frustrations you've felt in your life, focus it all on your cock, and
fuck."

Lee was still unsure, but he started moving his hips back and forth. At
first, he was still going slowly, but once he gained enough speed, he
didn't stop anymore. He grabbed Steve by the hair, pulled his head with all
his might and the real pounding start.

When Steve started moaning and clenching his mouth to hold the screams that
were building up inside of him, I went back to my couch. I didn't need to
look anymore. I could hear of flesh hitting flesh, moans, and then
spanking. That made me look at them again. Lee was slapping Steve's ass and
he was in for something hardcore.

"You like that, bitch?"

I couldn't believe my ears. I'd never imagine Lee saying `bitch'. The guy's
been possessed by the demon. He grabbed Steve by the waist and gave him a
good and deep piston. Every time Lee hit Steve, the boy would almost fall
out of the bed.

Lee got Steve out of the bed and fucked him in every corner of the room,
before demanding Steve to ride him. And the boy was in for the show. He
fucked himself on Lee's rod hard and rough. I was proud of him. Of both of
them.

I lost count of how many times I heard Lee saying he'd cum. I know I
must've played video game for no less than two hours. That's when all the
sounds and noises ceased, and I saw them laying down on the bed. I spotted
five condoms filled with cum on the floor. Lee looked joyful.

"Lee" I made him once again aware of my presence. "You can't let your jizz
go to waste, man. Make him swallow it."

"What jizz?"

"In the condoms, of course."

"Really? Isn't that gross?"

"It's your essence in there. For bitches, that's a prize for all their
effort. You disrespect them if you don't feed them."

Lee looked almost apologetic. He stood up, at this point his cock wasn't as
big as before, got one of the condoms and offered it to Steve. The boy
opened his mouth. The puppy eyes were still there, as if he tried to
pretend that he didn't want it to happen. But he accepted all of the cold
jizz in his mouth and swallowed everything Lee offered.

I didn't need to push Lee too far into taming Steve, but I understood that
that would make Lee craving for more. After that night, he would never go
back to jerking off as he used to. But, the point is, I still doubted he'd
get a chick to do what he did to Steve. I could see from Lee's reaction
that he loved being dominant, but with a dick big like his, no woman in
that town would allow him to do as he pleased. The frustration would
eventually grow bigger again inside of him. It would be a matter of time
before he came back to me to ask for other guys to fuck. That was the
ultimate beauty of fucking subs, which no biased straight guy would
experience to their total loss.

Once I realized they were done, I kicked them out of my place. By that
point, I didn't want to see their faces anymore, not to say hear their
voices and moaning sounds. I flipped the mattress and changed the
bedsheet. I shouldn't have let them use my bed. At least, I had
accomplished yet another small goal. I made Lee fuck Steve. I was good.

On the weekend, I invited Aaron and a few friends together and we went to
the field as arranged. It took us the whole day to get the equipment and
machinery looking as new. The pools of water that we see on Ninja Warrior
were replaced by big cushions that I bought. We cleaned up the area, and it
looked like new. Almost the official stuff. I prepared a place for a tent,
as I planned on bringing Patty to stay there with me from Saturdays to
Sundays. If something were to happen between the two of us, it would be
there.

I called Patty. I didn't ask for his opinion, but I took it for granted
he'd be game.

"Hey man, how you doing?" he asked me.

It felt like my relationship with Patty was turning to simple friendship,
like the one he'd have with any other of his so-called mates. I've let him
believe that was the case before, I could give him this impression again. I
needed his trust, and I was willing to let it go like this for as long as
necessary.

"Hi, not bad. Listen, you remember the Ninja Warrior thing I told you
about, right?"

"Yeah, I thought you forgot that..."

"Nah, I was just getting ready. Next Saturday, we go for training. I'll
pick you up in the morning and get you back home Sunday night. That's ok,
right?"

See I'm not asking `is that alright?', I made my statement and end it with
a question, but by this point, my wish has been made clear already.

"Yeah, I think so..."

"Nice, be ready Saturday. I'll pick you up by seven. Bring whatever you
want for two days. I'll bring the food and stuff. See you Saturday."

I hanged up. I couldn't give Patty the impression I was open for debate. I
was still his trainer, so the hierarchy remained, despite my recently
developed vulnerability.

For the rest of the week, I kept on training gooey Chris and still had time
to deal with Lee who was getting obsessed with deepthroat and rough sex. He
wanted to know if I could introduce him to any chick who could do what
Steve did to him. I asked him for time, but it wouldn't happen. I just
needed him getting horny enough to beg for Steve again.

Saturday morning, I stopped by Patty's building. The son of a bitch was
wearing the same shorts he wore on the first day I met him. The one that
made his ass look so amazing that it turned me into who I had become
now. White tees, white sneakers, white socks, a small bag in his hand –
he was looking like a bride to me. He waived bye at Alice who was looking
at us from the balcony. He waved at her, but she waved at me. We exchanged
glances, but I didn't dare to move.

Patty hoped into my truck. "Hey, man" he wanted a handshake, I gave him
one. "Hey, it's been a long time, uh?"

"Yeah, I know. I'm excited about the Ninja Warrior. That's awesome! I never
thought I could do that."

"Well, we'll see if you can. Don't be too excited coz we got a lot to
cover."

"Yeah, course."

I started the truck and got us on the road. Patty should be aware of where
we were going to. This wasn't the first time I drove him to the ninja
field. Once I parked, Patty wasn't so talkative anymore. At that very spot,
I sucked on his nipples. The memories should be flooding his mind.

"Let's move coz we don't have any time to waste, uh?"

"Yeah, sure."

I can say that all his `yeahs' sounded a little annoying to me, but I did
miss hearing them. The presence of Patty felt like new again, and it did me
good.

I got the tent and took it to the place I saved for it. Patty was still
looking around.

"Did you fix the stuff here?" he pointed to the equipment that was now
restored. "It looks like new."

"I did. It was a shame to see this place deteriorating like that. I thought
it'd be nice to come back here and put it to use again."

"Yeah, totally agree."

I put the tent up by myself. It was a small one, big enough for two, but
still tiny. I fixed the food, and other stuff around while Patty stretched
and did yoga on the side. Once I was done, I joined him.

I took off my shirt and left it in the tent.

"Will you play with those clothes? I'm not judging you, you do as you
want. But it's hot, and those shorts are too loose. Just saying."

I wanted to be more incisive, but that wasn't the time yet. I couldn't
freak him out again. Or, at least, not so soon. It doesn't matter we were
in a secluded place, miles away from the closest road. Patty was the kind
of man who, if pressed too hard, he'd leave me and walk all the way back
home. He could be naked, and he'd still do the same. It pissed me off Patty
was so hard to manipulate. I got Lee under my spell so easily, why couldn't
Patty be the same?

"Yeah, sure." He took off the t-shirt and hanged it on a tree branch. "The
shorts are ok though."

"As you wish."

His shorts were made of cotton or something soft. I could see it'd be
drenched, and dripping sweat before lunch time.

I gave the machine a go first to see if it was working properly. The
equipment was just like those you see on the show, not as fancy, of course,
but the idea was the same. It's been a long time since I last tried those,
but I still myself going all the way to the end of the first circuit. Patty
did the same, but it took him much longer to finish it. Once he was back on
the ground, he complained about his hands that should be aching badly.

"Just give it a time before you try again." I looked closer at him. His
neck was reddening. "You need another coat of sunscreen. Your neck is kinda
red already."

"Oh, yeah, of course." Our relationship was still good, but not back to
what it was before. Patty was more touchy, sensitive. "He reached for a
small tube of sunscreen and applied it to the back of his neck."

"You gonna need me to help do your back."

"Ok. Thanks."

I got the tube from his hand and applied a good amount over his
shoulders. I spread it slowly. I pressed my fingers against his muscles as
I'd do in a massage. He rotated his head and accepted my treatment. I could
see the waistband of his shorts already wet. My hands reached the dimples
of his lower back, and I didn't dare to move any further.

"Can you do mine now?" I gave him the tube back.

"Yeah. Turn around."

I got his tees that were hanging on the tree and started drying my sweat
with it.

"Hey, that's my shirt."

"Oh, c'mon. You brought more with you. You gotta wash this anyway."

Although I played the cordial friend with him now, I still needed to let it
show I hadn't changed that much. And I'd do that with small gestures like
this one.

He didn't say another word. I turned my back to him and he coated every
inch of it with the lotion. He also didn't dare to move much lower, which
was ok with me. Then, I turned around and showed him my torso.

"Can you do it here too?"

"You can do that yourself, right?"

"I could, but I already dried my hands."

I wouldn't speak any further because if I did, I'd be turning this into a
big deal, which honestly, was not. It was so innocent that Patty did help
me out. He spread the lotion on my pecs, my abs, my arms and then, to my
surprise, he came back to my pecs and my nipples. He didn't spend much time
there, but enough to keep me thinking about his repressed desires. It was
an unconscious gesture of his, I've no doubt of it. But that's through
things we say and do that we don't mean to that we know what we want.

I gave him his shirt back, and he dried his hands with it.

We repeated the routine for about two hours, before I suggested it was time
for another coat of sunscreen. At this time, we were both liquifying. I got
hold of his tees again and dried myself with it. The fabric was drenched by
the time I finished with it. I threw it to him, but there was no use
anymore.

"I gotta need a towel." He said.

"Did you bring any with you?"

"I thought you'd bring all of that."

"I didn't think of towels. You can use my t-shirt if you want."

I was bold enough to dry myself with his tees. It didn't bother me in the
slightest. On the contrary, it made me think of his big ass, his natural
scent, the one I'd be sniffing when I had my head buried in his crack. But,
what would Patty do? It's different when a man has another man offering him
his own smelly t-shirt to clean his face with. And I made sure my clothes
had my scent in every inch of them.

"If you don't feel like, just lay down in the shade as you dry."

"Why didn't you bring towels?"

"I brought one for me, of course. I told you we'd be staying for the
night. How come you didn't think about that?"

At first, I thought he'd blame me as he was getting used to, but he
didn't. He took a seat on a rock and let his body dry with the cool breeze
that went down the mountains around us.

"Do you wanna eat anything?" I offered him.

"What do you have there?" Did he think I was his waiter?

"Caned food. I got beans, pasta, soup... What do you want?" I could deal
with that.

"Pasta."

"It's in a bag inside the tent." I pointed while I took a seat myself. "If
you don't mind, bring me one of the same, will ya?"

"Sure."

He stood up, his shorts look miserable by now.

"Are you sure you don't want to wear something else?" I suggested. "You
could get sick with this cold breeze drying those shorts over your skin,
you know?"

"I brought just another pair, and it's the same material..."

"Why do you need to wear shorts at all? It's just the two of us here."

"I don't know, man..."

"Dude, I've seen all of you already. What's the big deal? If you want, I
can take mine off too. If that makes you more comfortable."

"Fuck!" Patty unbuttoned and the drenched shorts fell to his ankles. He
stepped out of it, grabbed the cloth and went to the tent. As he turned
around, I got my eyes back on that bubble-butt that had given me a lot of
wet dreams. His white underwear was stretched on the back, the wet material
exposed the skin, which left nothing to imagination. Well, I couldn't still
see his asshole, but I wouldn't drag him any further now.

"Are you sure you don't want me to undress too?"

"No, it's fine!"

I only gave him the option because I knew the answer would be negative. He
would feel much weirder if he asked me to undress. And I didn't want
to. That's not how things were supposed to be.

Patty came back, carrying two cans of pasta and two forks. He offered me
the can first, but I didn't accept it.

"We could share one can. Let's not overeat, or we won't be able to train
later on."

"Oh, yeah, true."

He left one can atop a rock, and we shared the other one. We were halfway
through it when he spoke to me. I wanted to let him talk first, so he
wouldn't accuse me of trying anything.

"I saw you going out with all those chicks. What do you do to have so many
of them?" he looked interested.

"I don't know. There must have something in me they like. You'd need to ask
them."

"But there must have something you do. There's always something."

"Why are you so interested? You got a girlfriend already." I asked as I
reached for a piece of pasta.

"Just asking. It's impressive that's all. You were with Cecile, and then
suddenly you're going out with a different chick every day." He smirked. I
entertained him.

"I realized I wasn't the guy Cecile needed, and she wasn't the woman for
me. I'm not ready to settle down yet. There's a lot of pussy I gotta try
yet. So many pussies, I will probably never settle down with anyone again."

He laughed. I didn't. If he only knew the sort of pussy I had in mind, he
wouldn't find this so funny.

"That's so fucking awesome."

"Why? You didn't answer me. Aren't you into Alice anymore?"

He regained his posture, cleared his throat.

"I am. Absolutely. She's amazing."

"But?"

"But, as you say, there's so much to try. I don't know. She's not the best
in bed. I mean, she's the best I've been with, but sometimes..."

"If she's your only parameter, how can you say she's not the best?" I
wasn't saying anything he hadn't already said. I was still playing safe. I
was only using his own words against himself.

He cleared his throat again. He blushed. It's obvious he was thinking about
me. I was the one he used to compare Alice to. But, he'd never admit
that. Alice made it clear to me she wouldn't suck on his nipples, and that
was a big frustration to him.

"I don't know. Based on what people say, on what I see everywhere. I just
think there must have a lot more out there that I haven't tried yet..."

"That'll be always true. There'll always exist something you haven't tried
and, honestly, you're right. You gotta try it all before you say you've had
enough." I chewed on a piece of pasta. Patty had stopped eating, although
he was the one holding the can.

"Like what? What have these chicks done to you that you haven't tried
before?"

"You know, each pussy is different. And the more you fuck the same, the
more it feels like you've been there before. I then thought it would be
good to try as many as possible in a very short period of time to check how
each of them would adjust to my cock. I got a big dick, bigger than those
you see in porn, so I thought it would be nice to screw them all. One for
each day of the week, so I could tell the difference. And it was
incredible. The way they embrace your cock when you go deep quickly. They
hold your cock so tight, then you guide the chicks as you want, like rad
dolls. All you want is to hit that right spot. To feel those spasms, the
cunt pressing your cock as it tries to adjust to you. But you don't want to
give it time to adjust, so you fuck them senseless. Each pussy reacts on
its own way. And that's just amazing. Not to mention how they moan and
groan when you fuck them rough. You know they're not prepared yet, but you
can't wait coz your cock can't wait. It's stronger than you. The chicks
sooner or later will understand that you're the man, and that your needs
come first, so they surrender to your pleasure, and your pleasure is the
only thing that matter. When they surrender, you feel power. Trust me,
nothing compares to that."

I didn't mean those words, but I said as they come to my mind as I imagined
myself fucking Patty. I didn't plan on saying all of that, but since Patty
seemed so interested, I decided to give him something to remember. I
quickly looked at his crotch. Of course, he was hard. The pencil dick that
he was know trying to hide. Useless, I could barely see that shit.

"You could give it a try sometime..." I suggested as I resumed my eating.

"Alice wouldn't allow me. She's kinda vanilla."

I laughed on the inside. I knew more about his girlfriend than him.

"Yeah, she looks quite puritan to me. Religious family?"

"Kinda." He said. Poor bastard. "Something like Australian Amish, I don't
know."

"I could hook you up with a few of them, if you feel like."

"Nah. Alice wouldn't like it. I mean, I don't know. Are they really kinky?"

"Quite. Not enough to me, but some of them would do anything for you."

He got another piece of pasta and brought it to his mouth. He'd love to ask
if they'd be up to sucking his nipples. I should feel sorry for him because
even if he got intimate to these bitches, none of them would do what he
wanted. Probably, Alice had told the world no one was to suck on his
nipples.

After resting for a while, Patty decided to go back to training. As he
invited me to come with him, I didn't move.

"I think this is not for me. I'm afraid I'll get myself injured. Plus, my
muscles are too heavy for this kind of exercise. I'd never make it to the
end. Your body type is much better suited for it than mine."

I decided it was time to let him go on by himself. He tried to convince me
of the contrary, but I kept on denying his approach till the point he gave
up and started training alone. I was still guiding him, but from the
ground, where I had a nice view of his ass swinging as he went from one
equipment to the next.

As the time went by, Patty's become oblivious of his semi-nudity. I was
back to wearing my t-shirt as I wasn't sweating anymore, but his body was
still wet. When he came back for more sunscreen, I got his old t-shirt for
him, but it was still wet.

"You can take another one of your tees." I suggested.

"But then I won't have any left..."

"You won't need it. I brought two sleeping bags and a blanket. You can
cover up with it later. You use your other t-shirt now as this one dries."

"Ok."

I went to his bag and got not only his t-shirt, but also the other pair of
shorts he had in there. I made sure to use both when drying his back.

"Oh, why are you using my shorts?"

"I told you. I got a blanket. You don't need your clothes."

This part was easy too. I felt like Patty and I were re-establishing our
connection and trust. I was decided not to move any step further now. I
only needed to get him comfortable when walking in his undies around me
like it used to be. For the rest of the day, it didn't change. He kept on
training, and I was there to motivate him.

During the day, he trained, I helped him to get his back covered in
sunscreen, we had a few snacks, we talked about pussies mostly. As the sun
set, I lighted up the fire and we kept on talking. Patty was still on his
undies, sitting on a log by the fire. It was cold, so he didn't ask for the
blanket. He's been so many months wearing nothing but jockstraps near me
that he had forgotten about his lack of clothes. I should pretend this
wasn't happening, just to get him comfortable with the situation, but that
wouldn't help with the plans I had for the near future.

"I'm glad to see you don't feel embarrassed when you're only in your undies
before me. I mean, I always thought you couldn't show your body to me." I
said once we finished talking about which chick was the hottest on
campus. It was a quite childish topic, I agree, but it worked to make our
bonding stronger.

"I don't have problems showing my body to you. It's just the situations
where you'd make me do that. In the middle of the gym, for example. No one
does that."

"You're wrong. A lot of people do. Ask the trainers over there. When some
guys look in the mirror, they raise the shorts all the way to the balls to
see the legs. I was your trainer. I had to see if you were doing the right
moves. But you could have said to me that you didn't like it, I wouldn't
have forced you."

I took the chance to open the cooler. I got a beer and offered him another
one.

"Nah, I don't think I should."

"Just drink it. I'm your trainer, and I'm saying you can. Go for it."

He got it from my hand and took a sip.

"Are you my trainer? I thought you were training Chris now."

"Yeah. That's true. I have an agreement with him. But I'll be training you
on the weekends."

"Chris was such a disappointment. He's become a fag after he started
volley. It's disgusting. Everyone is cumming on his face. People call him
`gooey'. Think about it. How can a man go so low?"

"I disagree with you." I took another sip and made myself more comfortable
on my chair. I spread my legs and looked up at the clean sky. "The guy is
doing his best to be part of something. He didn't change his personality at
all. If you ask the more experienced guys around, and I don't mean the
newies who haven't gone through any hardship during their entire pity
lives, you'll realize they all respect Chris. Think of how strong and
determined a man has to be to go through that shit and still walk with head
up high. Sometimes, I think he's stronger than me. His mind, I mean. They
haven't broken him at all. Any other guy would have given up or would be
crying like a lost kitty. But not Chris."

"Still, he should've said no..."

"He could, but it wouldn't give him the respect he's earning now. The
farthest you go, the higher the prize you get. And only true men, with big
fucking balls, can do that kind of shit and remain intact. The guy is a
hero, trust me."

Patty remained silent. He knew I was right.

"You know he ain't a fag. You are or you were friends, I know that
part. It's not because he's walking around covered in cum that he's turned
gay. If you look in the dictionary, you'll see that having cum in your face
is not how a fag is defined." I continued.

Another sip.

"Maybe. But still. I don't know. I can't get close to him with all that cum
running down his face. No one can sit next to him coz the guy smells
bad. Just disgusting."

"That is true. I told him that these would be the hardest months of his
life. No one would get close to him, and still he decided to pay the
price. But it will eventually end, and after that, he'll be someone
completely different. You'll see. Sometimes, you gotta take the risk. You
can't have everything. We think the world should be as we desire, but
there's no such a thing. Nothing is ever as we want. Put that in your
head. Either you change, or you perish. Got it?"

 Once we were done talking outside, we move into the tent. Patty got his
body into his sleeping bag, and I did the same with mine, but not before
undressing. With the gas lamp still lit, I took off my tees, shorts and my
underwear, making sure Patty would see all of me. He didn't say a word, but
his eyes remained on my crotch for more than just a second.

"Why don't sleep naked? Those undies must be smelling sweat."

Patty, from inside his bag, took his underwear off and put it aside. I
zipped me up.

"Are you enjoying your training?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's great. Thanks for bringing me here and organizing everything."

"I see a lot of potential in you. As I do in Chris too. Your success is my
success. We're all in this together."

"Thanks anyway."

"I'm glad we're here too.  I needed this. After breaking up with Cecile,
things got a little complicated. I needed this time alone with a brother. I
love the chicks, but it's us guys who understand each other. They'd never
understand us as we do. You know, all the things you have in your head, but
you can't tell Alice."

"Yeah, I know."

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Good to have you around, mate."

"It's good to have you around too."

"Good."

I turned around. I don't know about Patty, but I passed out quickly.

When I woke up next morning, Patty was still sleeping. I put on my clothes
and left the tent. I was cooking a quick breakfast, when Patty came out
wearing his undies.

"You should change those." I pointed at his underwear with a fork.

He nodded. After opening his bag, he must have noticed that all he had left
there was another pair of underwear. He looked at me, but this time, he
didn't turn around. He let his undies fall to his feel, stepped out and put
on the clean one. He let me look at his pencil dick willingly. I didn't
care about it. That meant trust. That's all I wanted from him, and I was
getting it.

We trained for the whole day. I wouldn't tell him to come down and let me
coat him with sunscreen anymore. He'd just come and ask for a hand. Patty
walking around in his underwear had become quite natural, and he didn't say
anything on that regard anymore. I controlled myself. I had to. I put in my
head that I would have Patty surrendering to me in that tent. I didn't say
when. But something told me, it'd be soon.

Before going back home, Patty put on one of his dirty smelly clothes. I
wouldn't force him to go back home in his undies. Not now. Not yet.

My life went on like this for the next couple of months. Beside studying,
I'd still pretend I was looking for new chicks for Lee, I'd help Patty on
the weekends and train Chris during weekdays.

Every time Lee invited me into his office, we'd talk about chicks,
deepthroating and fucking. That was always the topic of our conversations
until the point I started mentioning how nice it felt to dominate
someone. True domination, not just the dom/sub interaction that takes place
during sex. As the time went by, I gave Lee more details without ever
saying it was about turning straight men into bitches. I was frank with
him. I even said that sometimes he'd talk too much, or that he was too nice
with everyone. Lee didn't get it negatively, on the contrary, he wanted to
know more. He was interested in changing if it meant he'd get more heads
and asses to fuck. At certain point, I thought Lee got it I was talking
about guys, but we wouldn't speak about it. Not yet.

At the same time, I forbid Steve to see Lee or talk to him again. I made
him find another gym to work out, at least until I got Lee in my hand.

Patty and I were so much closer, I sometimes had to stop and think
carefully. I wasn't using this time with him to be his friend. I shouldn't
lose focus. Patty would train in his underwear normally. We would talk
about all sorts of shit that only men talk about. We would laugh and then
laugh more.

I'd still talk with Alice, mostly on the phone. She said she had arranged a
few of her girlfriends to meet up with Patty. He was trying to cheat on her
but didn't know how to do that. Even though, a few of them let him know
they'd never suck on a dude's tits. Like Alice used to say to him, that was
a man's duty, not a chick's.

As for Chris, it was time for his photoshoot. I asked Kevin if he knew
anyone who could help us with the photos, and he suggested Jared who wasn't
a professional photographer, but he'd be good enough for what I wanted. The
guy had just moved to a new place and had a room that looked like a
studio. Good enough. Kevin said the guy was a top into younger muscled
men. A bodybuilder himself. It sounded reasonable to me.

I picked up Chris after asking him to make sure to be clean for the
photos. Which meant no jizz on his body. Just to make sure, I called Craig
and said he had to give Chris one day off. Craig was a scared bitch, he
would never deny me anything.

I took Chris to my apartment, because I needed him shaved for the
photos. That was probably a huge issue for him. No matter how much I
insisted, he didn't want to get rid of his body hair.

"No, you can't make me do it." He stated firmly from inside my bathtub.

Gosh, all I didn't need was another whining bitch in my life.

"Yes, I can. And I will."

"No, please. The hair I have on my body is the only thing that makes me
into an adult. Look at me! I look like a kid. I have a kid's body. A kid's
face."  Chris begged.

"If the hair on your body is the only thing that makes you an adult, then
you do have a problem. You're much better than this."

He looked defeated. I was certain he'd do as I wanted.

"People will make fun of me..."

"You can't be serious. Are you worried about this now? At this stage? After
everything you've been through, you're worried about this? As I said,
you're a lot better than this."

C'mon, the guy has been jizzed on the body and face for months, and now he
was worried people would make fun of him because he shaved his body? He
sighed.

"Trust me. The hair on your legs hides your muscles. Once you see it,
you'll know what I'm talking about. Now get in the tub coz we don't have
much time."

He took off his tees and shorts but was resistant as to get rid of the
underwear. "Lose the undies too. The star here is your ass."

"No, I..."

"What's the problem? I've seen your ass over a million times... Oh, your
dick? I don't care about it. You can cover it with your hand if you want."

He did cover his dick. He should have a small one, who cared? I started
shaving his legs with a trimmer, then I moved to his ass.

"I'll need you to let go of your dick and open your bums to me."

He didn't ask me why, which was a relief to me.

"Why do you need to shave the crack?"

"For the pictures, for god's sake. What else?"

"Of my crack?"

"Of whatever I need."

I know I sounded authoritarian, but that's my real self. I wasn't
pretending to be who I wasn't with Chris.

"Much better. That's a nice ass." I complimented him. Well, I trained him
to get in such a good shape. I was in fact saluting myself too. "Put on
your clothes and let's go."

I left him alone to get back in his clothes. I should have stayed outside,
but I got curious. Was Chris hiding his dick because it was small? Was it
the reason? I just needed to make sure. So, I opened the door and found him
looking at himself in the mirror. A little bush in the pubic area and then,
the smallest clit I've ever seen in my life. He got Patty beaten.

"You might want to lose the pubic hair too, or it'll be weird."

That's all I mustered to say. Chris immediately covered himself.

"Hurry up!"

I closed the door again and don't know if I felt pity or happy. Watching
that was a good surprise for me and future plans as I started thinking
about them.

I got Chris to the house where we'd take the photos for the article. Kevin
received us. He looked at Chris and then winked at me as if to say that was
exactly what he was expecting of a future bitch.

We were introduced to Jared, who took Chris away as he needed to find
something more suitable to wear.

"That ass is amazing. Fuck! Have you fucked him yet?" Kevin asked me.

"Nope. I don't think I will."

"Why not? After all the trouble, and you'll let him go that easy?"

"I didn't say that..."

"C'mon, he's almost as perfect as Patty..." Kevin was too insisting.

"Shut up, dude. I've got other plans for him. I don't think I'd have time
to deal with him anyway."

"I can do that..."

"You stay away. He's not yours to take. He's mine!"

Kevin looked disappointed, and I was surprised. My old self was coming back
to light after so long. So, was that the limit of my patience? A couple of
months? How would I treat Patty once I was back to being myself?

I noticed Jared was also beyond excited when taking those photos. The idea
was to get pictures of Chris' ass, but he was doing much more than that.

"Why is Jared taking so many photos? What's the deal?" I asked Kevin with
my voice low enough so Chris couldn't hear me.

"We were thinking. Just thinking ok, don't get upset. But if he ever gets
to become a bitch, we could see if he'd be down for some porn, you
know. He's got a lot of potential. You know that."

"I didn't ask for that..."

"I know, I know. But it wouldn't hurt, right? If he says no, it's no. But
what if he says yes. That's a lot of money. We keep the photos for
now. When the time comes, he decides what he wants us to do with these
pictures."

I didn't think it would be a good idea, but as I saw Chris posing, I need
to say that I changed my mind. Once again, I was driven by my hormones. My
lower head. Chris would make a perfect bottom.

"Ok, but if you screw up, I kill the two of you."

"Relax, man. You know you can trust us."

Could I? I was so sure about that.

Eventually, Jared asked Chris to turn around and show his ass to him.

"Fuck, that's a nice ass." Kevin spoke out.

"Fuck it is." Jared agreed.

Jared got very close to Chris, he looked like a hungry fox and then looked
at me.

"May I?"

Why wouldn't I allow him. This was getting interesting.

"Sure, go ahead."

I needed to know how malleable Chris was. As I got myself thinking about
what to with him next, I understood that could be a good chance to see his
willingness to obey and serve.

Jared groped Chris' ass as a man does with a whore. It was not the touch of
a friend, or a professional photographer. Chris didn't complain. He
complied. That was good sign. He trusted me to that level.

"You can undress now." Jared said as he stood up.

Chris was visibly ashamed but didn't complain. He dropped his boxers and
quickly covered his clit with his hands. Jared had other plans for him.

"Relax, Chris. Loose it up. Loose your arms."

From what I saw at home, I knew Chris wouldn't feel comfortable with that.

"Just do what he says." I ordered. I was testing Chris. What was the size
of his trust?

"Just walk from left to right as you do normally." Jared asked.

"I... I don't know." Chris was shaking.

"Don't worry about your dick. As I said, we're not here for it." I
insisted.

"Why are you taking pictures of my face? I mean, how is it important?"
Chris wasn't stupid.

"They'll be deleted. You need to let yourself loose, and so do I. We all
do. Photographers do that by taking pictures." Jared explained with a grin
that Chris wouldn't see as the spotlights blinded him.

Chris let go of his clit, and we all got a look at it. Kevin scoffed. I
felt sorry for Chris. This feeling would change once he became a bitch, but
a straight guy with a clit was just pitiful.

"I'd like him to get rid of those pubes." I murmured to Kevin.

"Don't you think he should lose the pubes too? It's a little distracting."
He spoke out loud.

As Kevin said that, I decided to go along with the idea.

"Yeah, I should've done that already." I said. "Hey, Chris. Would you mind
going to the bathroom and shaving your pubes? It's not working."

"Why do you need to worry about it? It's not about my penis, right?" Chris
protested again.

"He says that because the pubes are distracting me, as a photographer."
Jared answered. "I must find the best of you when you look stunning. It's
all about my imagination here. Even if your dick isn't in the photos, I
need to visualize your body as a whole."

"Come with me." Kevin invited Chris, and they went out.

I stayed in the room with Jared.

"You're enjoying the show, aren't you?"

"That's one of the most fuckable asses I've ever seen. You gotta agree."

"Yeah, but don't think that's yours to take. I don't know what you and
Kevin are planning, but that boy is mine."

"Chill! We just thought that maybe someday in the future he could be
offered a chance doing porn or something, you know? A lot of guys do that
even straight guys. That's gay for pay, d'you know? We keep this safe. I
can even give them to you if you want."

"I know it wouldn't make much difference. You could have copies anywhere. I
don't need the photos, I need you to promise you're not doing anything with
them unless I allow you to."

"Sure."

"You better. Don't piss me off."

"Hey, chill. I wouldn't. I swear." Jared seemed honest. "I just got one
thing to ask, though. Would you let me play with his ass? I won't fuck him,
but maybe finger him? Please?"

I'd rather not, but if I wanted to test how submissive Chris was, that
could be a good idea. If I guided Chris through that, and he trusted me,
he'd be just what I wanted.

"Do as you want but let me guide him through this. Don't move a step
further without my consent."

"Sure. As you said, he's yours."

Kevin returned with Chris now totally shaved from the neck down. He looked
like a thirteen-year old boy. If not for his strong legs, he wouldn't be
allowed into liquor shops. I had a dick like that when I was eight or less.

Jared took more several pictures before moving closer to Chris again. He
looked amazed whenever he approached Chris' ass. I could totally understand
what he felt as I shared a similar obsession for another bubble-butt.

"Now can you put your hand on the wall and open your legs" Jared guided
Chris. "Bent over a little more." Jared squatted to get a better view of
the Adonis' butt he's never seen before.

Seeing Chris so submissively taking orders and waiting for my approval was
exciting me. It reminded me of the interaction I used to have with guys
like Patty and Steve. Those situations took place a couple of months before
when I still dated Cecile, but it felt like years already. I still had that
fire burning inside of me. It was incredible.

"This is the most perfect ass I've ever seen." Jared commented.

"Second best." I grinned. Patty was still much better. "But it's really
something else."

"You should be proud. How did you do this in three months' time?" Kevin
asked me.

"That's my secret." Which was indeed. If there was something I was proud
of, it was my expertise in lower back, legs and gluteal exercises.

Kevin and I moved further into the spotlights. Kevin kneeled next to Jared
and I put myself within Chris's vision field. I crossed my arms and kept an
eye on him. Chris was distracted due to the attention his ass was
receiving, but I was there to keep test his submissiveness.

"Keep looking forward." I demanded. He did.

"I need to know how strong it is." Kevin said. He moved away and then back
to Chris. He was holding a pair of surgical gloves and a tube of lube. I
didn't know what he intended with that, but I knew Kevin was no amateur.

Kevin talked Chris into letting him insert a finger in his asshole to test
the strength of his glutes. That was such a bullshit. I couldn't laugh
though, since Chris was still staring at me waiting for my answer. Patty
would never fall for this, but Chris did. When the first finger penetrated
Chris' tasty hole, he panicked.

"What the hell?"

"I know this is weird, and probably you've never heard of this. It's
something only trainers talk about. Trust me. No need to panic. I'm wearing
gloves, and this won't hurt at all." Kevin continued.

He was still looking at me, as if waiting for help. He wanted to have me
saying that was wrong, but Kevin wouldn't harm him. And my dick wanted me
to stay that till the end.

"Don't worry, this is standard." I lied.

Kevin and Jarred would penetrate Chris' hole from several angles with the
indicator finger. Kevin was an expert in prostate milking. Unavoidably,
Chris got a hardon. The poor boy should be devastated, but his hole loved
the treatment it was receiving.

"Relax, a hardon is normal. You may as well cum, which is also normal."
Kevin spoke as a teacher. "It's actually good if you cum, coz this will
relax your muscles and I'll be able to put a second finger in."

Chris lifted his eyes to look at me again. I could listen to his pleading,
but I said nothing. He just lowered his head again.

It didn't take Kevin too long to get Chris releasing the first streams of
cum. Some fell straight on the floor, and others ran down his hairless legs
till they reached his feet. He was shy, but I could also feel that sense of
lust that take over us when we're on the peak of a long orgasm. Kevin must
have sensed the pressure of Chris' inner muscles around his finger
subsiding and took the chance to insert a second one.

"Yes, got it." Kevin said. "Would never be able to put a third one."

He winked at me. I just nodded. It was hot. There was no denying in that,
but I wasn't there to see these guys fucking Chris. It was obvious that
after the third finger, they'd start thinking there would be ok to get
their dicks in there. I could only guess how they would explain that to
Chris, but I wouldn't let it happen. I gestured I had no more time
left. Jared seemed disappointed.

"Ok, back to the photos." Kevin announced as he withdrew his fingers from
Chris' hole.

When Chris got back to his standing position, he didn't dare to turn
around. He poor thing didn't want to show us his hard pencil dick.

"I... My penis is... You know..."

"It's alright. Just pretend is not even there. We don't care. Remember this
is not about your dick." Jared said.

"Can't we wait till it goes down?"

"Not much time left here. Don't worry, ok? Just turn around and let's try a
few new poses."

I nodded. It was settled.

For the next ten or so minutes, we watched Chris walking and posing with
his hard prick pointing up to the ceiling. It should have three inches at
most, as thick as two fingers together. Thin ones. The balls tiny. I knew
he could cum, but I still didn't understand how. It was a child's wily.

"Ok, I think we're done." Jared announced after I poked him. I didn't have
the whole day. I only needed two photos, and these guys had enough pictures
for a whole album.

 Chris got his clothes back, and I drove him to his dorm. Later that day,
Jared sent me a few photos – obviously only the ones that interested me
– I chose a few and sent them over to Simon, the magazine editor, along
with a text that showcased my work. Chris would be out in the next issue.

Back home, I did some work and then started seeing old photos, reading
stuff I wrote months ago when I first met Patty. E-mails I had sent to Adam
describing what I wanted to do to my bitch. Adam detailed what he was doing
to his, but I've never done much with Patty. Adam should be doing something
right, or I was just wrong. I saw the photos Patty sent me of his ass when
I started training him. I was still so far from that. I remembered Kevin
and Jarred finger fucking Chris who let them.

Adam said I should keep being honest with Patty. The boy was a difficult
case, more complicated than any other he's ever heard of. In fact, I've
never felt I this close to Patty before. My posture was always of a dom
dealing with a sub, but I let it level up. After my day with Chris, I
realized the time to get back to my dominant position was approaching. I
needed to take it further.

Lee texted me. `Hey mate, how are you?'

He'd send me one of those every day, and we'd always end up talking about
sex and women. Lee has turned into a horny man who dreamt day and night of
getting a nice throat and ass to fuck. I was certain he'd be willing to
keep fucking man, but he was probably waiting for me to suggest it. That's
why he's become so persisting.

`Hey, d'you wanna come over? So we talk.'

`Sure. What time?'

`Now?'

`OMW'

I could deal with Lee now and take care of Chris at the same time. The time
to focus entirely on Patty was arriving.

Lee came by as fast as he could, and in no time, he was sitting on my
couch. I noticed his eyes looking at my bed in a melancholic nostalgic
way. It could've been my imagination, but his staring was long, and I saw
no other reason for that. The guy lost his virginity on my bed and has been
longing for another chance since then.

"Hey, long time, uh?" he said as soon as he stepped into my apartment.

"Not quite. I saw you two days ago."

"Oh, of course, I forgot about that." I caught him watching the bathroom's
door. It was open. Was he expecting Steve to come out from there? It could
be.

"I called you here coz I got a proposition for you?"

"What's that?" he almost didn't let me finish.

"I'll be honest with you, ok? I couldn't find any chick that would be
willing to deepthroat you. I just don't want to get you and another random
chick and then after that she goes out saying you hurt her and shit like
that. Do you get me?"

"Yeah, I can imagine." He was disappointed.

"But, you can still keep training."

"With Steve?" Then a little back to horny mode.

"Not quite. Steve's a pro, he can definitely keep sucking you and all, we
can arrange that, but you won't be able to learn anything with him. He's
the master. With him, you don't need to worry about anything and that
doesn't represent the real world. In the real world, you need to teach the
bitch to deepthroat you and then take you in the ass. You need someone with
who you can practice that."

"It seems reasonable. Any one in mind?"

"I imagine you want a woman to do that for you, but as I've explained
before, women talk. They're easily scared. You need to be the master before
going after them. Do you agree?"

"Sure, yeah."

The only reason why he agreed with me so easily was because he's had Steve
doing wonders with his mammoth cock before. At this point, after so long
without another mouth or ass to fuck, Lee was ready for anything.

"I have someone who's just perfect for you. You know how traumatized you
were with your oversized dick, right? How you couldn't get to have people
seeing that. All the years you've been hiding away and avoiding using the
lockers and showers." Lee nodded. "I have a guy who's been through the
same. Everything's just the same, but with a huge difference. In his case,
he's afraid coz his dick is extremely small. And now you ask, but why would
that make any difference? Man, we can get him to worship you like a
god. Think about that, he'd treat you like a king, he'd be a slave to your
cock. Remember Steve? He'll be nothing when compared to this guy after his
training. For having such a small clit, this guy won't even remember he's
got a dick at all. He'll never feel like asking you to help him out. I
guarantee it to you. It will be about you and only you."

"Training?" Lee looked a little lost, he should have a lot of unanswered
questions confusing him, but he did look ecstatic, marvelled by the idea of
having such a power over someone else. Lee had told me many times before
that he always believed that a dick like his shouldn't be made fun of, but
venerated. I did agree with him. But worshipping is not something chicks
usually do. Guys, on the other hand... Lee knew that. I had made him aware
of the benefits of man to man sex. He's tried it himself, and he loved it.

"Training. All we've been talking about during these months, all you've
learned from your research and the videos I sent you. You got a lot to
teach. And you'll guide this guy. You'll turn him into your personal bitch,
so you can do to him as you please, and he'll beg you for more. For as long
as you want."

"I won't need to hurt him, right?"

"Not at all. All you gotta do is be patient in the beginning and convince
him with your words. I'll help you with that. Don't worry. Do you wanna
try?"

He wanted to say yes, but he still needed time to think.

"Do you trust me?" Whenever I asked him this, he'd do what I wanted.

"Yeah, of course."

"Great!"

"And who's the guy? How do I get to know him?"

"You know him already. He's Chris. You know, gooey."

"Gooey? The guy isn't a fag already?"

Not at all. Everyone's unloading on him, but he despises that. That's just
hazing. But YOU will actually turn him from someone who hates jizz into
someone who craves for it. Your jizz. You'll shape him into whatever you
want."

"And how is that even possible?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah, fuck yeah..." Lee was entirely compromised already.

"So, you'll do as I say. Be patient at first, and then we see what
happens. For now, just wait for my instructions. Once I see the time's
come, I'll ask you to make your move. Deal?"

I extended him my hand. He shook it.

"Deal."

I couldn't give Lee more details because the plan was still too fresh, and
I needed more time with Chris to put it all together. I'd wait for my
article to be published before moving on. That magazine could help me out
with Patty as well.

As I saw Lee out, and focused on Patty again, I decided to call Alice.

"Hey, stud. I wondered how long it would take you to call me." She laughed.

"How's Patty?"

"Rude. You should ask how I am first, shouldn't you? I'm fine, thanks. And
Patty is doing great too. I see you've changes your tactics. He's become
quite a fan of yours now. Everything is Karl this, Karl that."

"Should I be happy about that?" I spoke up something I should've kept to
myself.

"Of course. A couple of months ago, he didn't want to see your face
anymore, and now you're his best friend. I don't think he's ever had a best
friend before, but now you're the closest thing he's ever got in this
regard. The way he feels more confident. He smiles more and whines less."

"That's good to hear."

"But I don't think that this isn't all you have for him, am I right?"

"I need something from you. A favour." Although hard to admit, I needed
Alice. And she knew that.

"Sure. But now that I have what I wanted, I'll need some favours from you
too."

It's obvious this time would come. I never bought the cheap talk she did
all she did to me just because she wished to help me and Patty.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Nothing that you haven't done before. Nothing that you don't know how to
do already. You don't listen to me, but trust me, you and I make a great
team. We have the same goals, even though you don't know yet what goals I
have." She scoffed. "Anyway, I have a friend who lives in my floor, and
she's writing her thesis right now. She's been working with what she calls
autosuggestion, and she wants to prove she can turn a guy into a bitch, as
you've been doing with Patty. Well I pretty much gave her this idea based
on what I've seen you doing, and she's totally obsessed with that now. But
we need two, let's say, volunteers to make it happen. You don't need to do
much, just let us know which ones are the best subjects for her
experiment. One will be the top, and the other the bottom. Can you do that
for us?"

I should feel used or at least dubious, but this idea excited me.

"I'll see what I can do."

"That's good to hear. Now you believe we make a great team?"

I still should think otherwise, but if that was all she'd ask from me, then
yes, we could become very close friends one day.

"So, tell me, what do you need?" She asked.

"I'd like you to be rough with Patty. Maybe you could ask your friends to
do the same. I just need him to believe he can't trust you women for
anything. That you don't listen to him, that you don't understand him..."

"So, you'll be the only one he can trust." She finished my thought.

"Yes. Kinda. So only a man can understand another man."

"I think he's halfway through that already. As I said, all he says now is
how nice you are, how nice your days together are... But I'll make it even
harder on him. Leave it to me. When will you make your next move? Isn't it
the time already? I think he'd accept another tit sucking without
hesitation now."

"Soon."

"Do it next time you're camping together. I'll prepare him for that as you
want. I'll even talk about his nips with him again." She laughed
again. "One more thing, he thinks I'm into muscled men now. He's decided to
get bigger. He'll probably talk about this with you. I also insinuated your
body is a real man's body. And that I wish someday he could look like
you. As he's always trying to please me, he's working out twice as hard
now. I think he wants you to be his trainer again. Think about that coz he
might ask you that too, and you'll need to know what to answer."

"Ok, thanks for that."

"Do it this weekend. Listen to me. I don't think he'll be as ready as now
ever again."

"Now you trust me, ok?"

"Sure. I do. Can't wait to see what's gonna happen."

I hanged up. That was it. Next Saturday would be the time for Patty's first
real step into bitchdom.


Patty walked to me in tighter sport shorts, a white tank top that showed
his upper-body muscles, the same shoes. In his bag, he now carried much
more stuff than on the first day I stopped by to pick him up. He was
smiling like a kid entering a candy shop. I aved at Alice who was still
saying goodbyes from the window above. I smiled at her. She smiled back to
me. Yes, I could smile. And I wasn't faking it.

"Finally." Patty said as he hoped in. He closed the door and we were
off. "I couldn't take Alice anymore. She's being so nasty this week. And
all her friends too. Just don't know what's going on with these women."

"Women are always like that. Sometimes, the behaviour is clearer mainly
when you pay closer attention. But that's their real nature. You just gotta
get used to it."

"Is that even possible? Such a hard work for a few nights of sex and
sometimes not even that. Alice is being just so difficult. And the others
too..."

"What are you saying? Have you cheated on her?"

"Kinda. It didn't go all the way, you know. I felt guilty too. It wasn't
working. But she was also such a hurdle."

"That's a word I don't see men using to describe women..." I laughed.

"A bitch, ok? A bitch!" He laughed too.

"So that's why you said `finally' when you got in?" I asked.

"Yeah. My weekends with you are saving my life. Thanks for that. Sometimes,
being in that apartment with her is just suffocating."

"I feel you. Women are definitely good, but men are still supposed to hang
out with men. That's the brotherhood. Do you understand that?"

"More than ever. More than ever."

I parked the truck. He helped me to get the tent set. Then he took off his
top and handed me the sunscreen that I'd spread on his back. That was the
routine we'd religiously follow every Saturday for the last three months.

"So, tell me more about Alice. What else she's been doing that upsets you
so much?"

"She complains about everything that makes me a man. I can't watch
football... She's been asking me to sit down before taking a piss. Why
should I? She says I'm wetting the toilet, bullshit. I always clean up
after myself. She knows that. The way I don't clean my nails, and she keeps
repeating it over and over again. My nails are clean, they are just not
polished. She's been criticizing my underwear. Sometimes, I feel like she
wants me to wear her panties instead. Because only her underwear is nice
and beautiful. Everything she and her friends do are perfect, and every
little shit I do is terrible and worthless."

We were talking over another round of canned food. Sometimes, Patty would
bring his lunch in a container as he said canned food is not healthy, which
I agree, but this time he was sharing a can with me. I think he couldn't
stand Alice pissing him off and cook at the same time.

"It seems like you're having a horrible time with her."

"I am. And the sex isn't even good anymore."

"Why's that?"

For the first time since we started camping together, Patty didn't know
what to say. He took his time, but the silence was making it obvious he
didn't want to let me know something and, given how close we were now, it
would look like he didn't trust me.

"She... You know... She doesn't play with my... fuck... my nipples." This
last part has turned into an almost inaudible utterance.

"I know you like that. It's sad she isn't into the same." I said as if it
meant nothing to me. Patty should be thinking I'd say something that would
embarrass him, but I took it as a friend would. I didn't judge him. I
wouldn't make fun of him. I didn't even look at him. He was relieved.

"Yeah. It sucks."

"Ask another chick, man. There may have a lot of women out there who'd do
that for you..."

"No one. I've tried. I even bought stuff to put on it, but it's making
things worse..."

"Stuff?" I asked as the topic interested me immensely.

"Shit. This is embarrassing." He laughed.

"Not judging. You don't need to say if you don't want to." But I did want
him to say it.

"There are these little suction cups you put on them. It feels nice, but it
was making my nipples even more sensitive. I couldn't take it." He
laughed. "I said, it's embarrassing."

"Not at all." I put the can in the plastic bin. "Man, every guy has
kinks. You don't control it. Mine are all centered on my dick's
head. That's the only part of my body that makes me feel like you do when
you have your nipples sucked. Somehow, you're lucky coz a guy's nipples
aren't obscene. While I need to get my dick out to please myself, you can
do that all the time, and no one would say anything, right? You should be
thankful for that, seriously. I kinda envy you."

He stopped to think for a few seconds. I was glad he did.

"I envy you. I always did." He fished for a little piece of sausage inside
the can.

"Why's that?"

"You got the body, man. Even Alice is all excited about your muscles and
shit. You know I want to be a bodybuilder. You were, I mean, you are my
inspiration. You're a good trainer. Everyone's been talking about Chris'
legs. They say he'll show in a magazine. You know how I wanted that for
myself. It didn't happen, well, it wasn't meant to be."

"Well, who knows, right?"

"Would you train me again? I mean, you don't have to. I said a lot of shit
to you and never apologized. I shouldn't do that. I'm sorry, ok? About
everything."

"I forgive you."

I could've said `it's alright' or something like that, but no. Patty needed
to know he offended me and that now I was excusing him.

"How are these toys you've been using on your tits?" Yeah, the word `tits'
was back in my vocabulary.

"Uh, just small suction cups. Quite cheap too."

"I can see your tits are bigger than last time I sucked them."

"Yeah, that's why I stopped using them. My nips were becoming too
sensitive. I couldn't wear tees without getting a hardon anymore." He
laughed. I joined him.

Should I ask if he wanted me to suck on them again? No, of course not. If
someone was to get sucked here, this one should be me. He was the one who
just apologized, and then I offer to please him? This could be a good
chance to get him in my hands, but it wouldn't happen like this.

"Have you talked with Chris again?" I asked.

"Nah..."

"Why not? Still think he's gay?"

"Nope. What you said to me last time makes sense. I mean, I know the guy. I
know he's not gay. It's just that it's quite embarrassing to get people
watching me with gooey. Besides, it's disgusting. I don't want to get near
that."

"I get you. But maybe he misses you. You were good friends, right?"

"Yeah."

"He's been through a lot. Maybe he misses you." I stood up and stretched my
back.

"Do you think I should go after him?"

"Why not? Fuck what people think. Who cares? They don't pay your bills. You
don't owe them anything. You shouldn't worry about others have to say about
you."

From all the challenges I'd have coming with Patty, this was the most
difficult. I should help him stop worrying too much about other people's
opinions. And then get him out of his shell.

Patty stood up and dried his body with towels he'd now make sure to
bring. He handed me the sunscreen. I stood right behind him and did what I
was meant to. But this time, I got my hands moving onto his torso too, and
ever so lightly, I touched his nipples. His body shook, but he didn't
move. This should mean something, but it wasn't yet time to find out.

"I've told you many times how you should be proud of your body,
Patty. You've got a nice back, incredible pecs, a beautiful pair of legs
and an outstanding ass. That's the whole package. And you still talk about
my body."

"It's not the same."

I gave him his sunscreen back. He took it away. I felt a little hesitation
when I said that to him.

"Hey, what if we try that part now?"

He pointed to a more advanced part of the circuit.

"Sure. It's about time."

Patty struggled to have that done. I instructed him to the best of my
ability. We high fived at least a hundred times, before the sun set.

"That was awesome. You almost did it all." I complimented him as I light
the fire and turned on the gas lamp.

"Dude, if it weren't you to say how bad I was screwing up at the end with
the wrong grip. Spot on."

"It's just a lot of practice. You get to see everything."

"That's why I need you to be my trainer again. Would you please?"

I gave it a thought.

"Do you know what I like about training Chris?" I asked him.

"What? I can be better than him, you know that."

"Absolutely, you're way better than him. But I come from a holistic
background. And it means I need to take the body as a whole. Focus on each
group of muscles. And as a rule, I start with the legs and the glutes. And
the reason is simple your body is structured to find its support on the
legs and even more on the glutes. Chris don't give a shit when I ask him to
show me his ass. That's my job as his PT. But you freak out, dude."

"It's hard for me, you know that..."

I got something out of my backpack and handed it to him. He couldn't
recognize it at first.

"If you want me to train you again, you'll wear this and only
this. Starting today till the day we're done here. If you prove to me that
you can do this and never freak out about it, I'll train you again. I
promise."

He got the piece of cloth I was holding and it turned into a jockstrap in
his hands.

"Is it really necessary?" He asked.

"I don't know. Maybe not. But that's not the point. I think you really
don't care about it anymore, but if you do, if you can't show me your body,
why should I train you when I can't see what I'm working with?"

"Once you tried to make me undress for you. And then in front of other
people..."

"I know my methods are a little extreme. But that's how I was trained when
I started. I've never had an easy time with my trainers. I've never had
privacy either. It was tough, but as you say, it worked. Today, I'm a
hundred percent thankful to my trainers. I do this because I know you've
got your own issues, and I want you to overcome them. I want you to be
better than them. You're not doing this for me. You're doing this for
yourself. Prove to yourself you're better than this."

Patty didn't wait any longer this time. He let his shorts and boxers fall
on the ground and put on the jockstraps I gave to him. He then opened his
arms, laughed and asked "happy?" He gave me a 360-degree view of his body
and laughed more. I got a hardon as soon as my eyes laid on that
ass. Fuck. The straps pressed it up, which made it look even more
impressive.

I laughed too. "Yeah, dude. You're getting into it."

I opened my beer and he got his protein shake.

"It's a shame you stopped drinking the shake I was giving to you. You'd be
much bigger by now."

"What's that made of, anyway?"

"It's the jizz of ten gorillas" I laughed. And, so did he too. "It's a mix
of egg white, plant protein, a few Malaysian herbs that increases your
testosterone and other stuff. They say it gives you a morning wood every
day."

"I don't remember that..."

"So probably you'd need to drink more. It can go up to three doses a
day. Just too hard to find it."

"That's a shame."

"Yeah, but we can fix that if we get to that stage."

"We will. I can't wait to get big and show it to Alice. And once I do, I'll
be such a bitch to her. You'll see, I'll make her beg for my body."

"Heh, a bitch, uh?"

"Yeah!"

"You've got a nice body already. You just can't see it. And your girlfriend
can't see it. I can. So, just listen to me and stop worrying about what
they say."

Patty sat down on the log again but, this time, he was in the jockstrap. He
warmed up his hands with the fire.

"If there's another thing you must change if you want to get big, it's your
mentality. How many times have I said this to you already? You're too tense
all the time. I can bet you don't even sleep well at night overthinking the
smallest shit that happens in your life. That's not good for your
development. Enjoy more, live more and worry less. You could learn that
from Chris too." I continued.

Patty didn't like when I talked about Chris, but I did that on
purpose. Chris covered with cum walking around as if this was no big deal
was the extreme opposite of Patty. When I let Craig continue with his plan,
I didn't think that, in the end, it would help me with Patty. By creating a
parameter, I could instruct Patty and guide him into what I wanted from
him. And I don't mean I wanted him walking around with cum on his face, but
someone who could go through certain behaviour and attitudes that could
possibly harm his heterosexuality without panicking about it.

"But I'm getting better already, right?"

"I hope so." I smirked.

I flossed my teeth, and Patty followed suit. It wasn't the first time he
would base his next steps on my own actions. Small movements like this one
were proof that he was taking my lead. I didn't know how far he'd go with
that, but I was happy with the progress so far.

"But I still don't know if you really trust me? If you'd do whatever it
takes to become big."

"I would. I swear."

"What if I ask you to fold your clothes and give them to me. That every
time we come here, you'll undress and do that as soon as we step out of the
truck. And that I'll hide them and give'm back to you only when we hop back
into the car?"

"No problem." He handed me his clothes and his bag. "I trust you.

I don't know if he thought that was just a bluff, but I did take them and
walked to the car where I'd hide them in a spot he'd never find. Patty
didn't try to stop me. He simply watched me going and returning. He gargled
Listerine for a while and during the whole time he was looking at me as if
saying: `see? I don't care.'

Once I've done the same, I entered the tent and so did Patty. He zipped us
in and got into his sleeping bag. Usually, I'd do the same, but this time,
I just sat down with my legs crossed.

"Sit down. I got something extremely important to teach you."

Patty came out of his bag and sat in front of me. Legs crossed. Our faces
should be less than two feet (50 cm) apart. He looked attentive enough. So,
this was it. The time's come. I resumed my speech.

"Do you consider me you friend?" I asked.

"Of course."

"Your best friend?"

"I think so, why?"

"I've only being by your side and helped you so far because I have you as a
friend. And I've never had many friends. True friends. I keep listening to
my dad saying that I should have many male friends but that I should never
get too close to them. There are parts of his teaching that I couldn't
agree, or maybe I've never understood him. He never bothered to explain
either. But there's one thing I never forgot. Having a best male friend is
not bad, but their relationship can't be like that of two girls. Two male
friends don't go shopping together, don't gossip over dinner, don't try on
different clothes and pick the right make up for the night. That's what
they do, not us. What men do then? What's macho? Sex! That's what makes us
into men. Having a best friend is too gay, but sex is macho. Going together
to watch a comedy in the theatre and share popcorn is way more gay than a
circle jerk. THAT is what best male friends do. It's not gossip that bind
us together. It's sex!"

Patty had nothing to say. But he didn't look surprised. It was different
from months ago, when he ran away from my apartment yelling shit at me. He
had changed, and so did I. Whatever Cecile told me had a huge impact in my
way of seeing and understanding the world and myself. I remember she said
something about the way I couldn't bound with men, so I'd take it on
women. Maybe that was true. I just wondered whether Patty would grasp my
rationale.

"So, tell me, what makes us men? Helping each other to choose the best
t-shirt before going out for dinner, or rough sweaty sex?"

"It's sex, of course."

"Holding each other's hands when you're scared, or a fucking hard leaking
dick?"

"I... a dick..."

I didn't have much time. I stood on my knees, lowered my shorts and
underwear at one quick brute movement. My hard, impressive cock sprung in
all its glory. I need to repeat how proud I am of it. The veins pulse blood
along the long and thick shaft. The head leaking precum shows how healthy
my balls are. They proof I'm ready to penetrate whatever I want.

"Dick isn't gay. Dick is macho." I pointed it at Patty's face who was still
quiet at his side of the tent. I took off my t-shirt and was glad to find
Patty still sitting there staring at my cock.

"Dick is what bond us together. Do you understand that?"

"I... I don't know?"

"Show me yours." Again, at this stage, it shouldn't bother me anymore. I
needed to change his mind regardless of how far I had to go.

It took him a few seconds before getting on his knees too and showing his
little soft pencil dick.

"Now tell me again. What scares you the most? Going out with a male friend
to giggle when watching chicks who don't give a fuck about you, or dick?
How do you bond with other men? Sharing a table for two in a crowded
restaurant, or in a training camp with your dick in your hand while no one
sees you? What do you prefer?"

"The camp, of course."

I ever so slowly moved my left hand toward Patty. He didn't notice that
till the moment I grabbed his right hand. He was hot. He looked at my eyes.

"It's ok." I reassured him. "This is our manhood."

Still in a measured way, I brought his hand all the way to my side of the
tent until it reached my dick. His arm muscles contracted, but I didn't let
it go.

"For our manhood, man. This is how you will change and grow up for good."

And... I can't explain well. This is one of the situations that take place
in our lives that we can't put in words, but it happened. His fingers
closed around my shaft. I held his hand there, and we remained in silence
for I don't know how long.

"We're best friends. Can you feel it now? This is what bonds us together."

It may sound fake when coming from me, but I did feel a connection with
Patty like I've never felt with anyone else. I can't say what was going on
his mind, but he wasn't hanging back.

"Look at my eyes." Patty lifted his head that was turned to my
crotch. "Bonding with men starts with dick but goes beyond it. When you
bond with another man, you understand that you two together are
enough. When you complain about women who frustrate you, you're saying that
you can't live without them. You become their slaves. Once they're gone,
you're nothing more than a miserable piece of crap. But once you have a man
with whom you've bonded, you realize they are just part of your life, and
not all of it. You don't complain as much, because you now know you don't
depend on them anymore. This is why relating to other men is crucial if you
want to get independent and proud. You can't get it through them. Women
will never understand you. But your best friend will always. But how can
you be completely independent without women?"

My hand on his hand started to move back and forth. I made him milk my
cock. It was so unhurried, he probably even noticed at first, but gradually
it was becoming more evident he had started stroking my cock.

He looked down and back into my eyes.

"This is how we declare our independence and praise our manhood. We raise
beyond friendship and turn into brothers. After this, you won't need them
as you do now. All the terrific aspects of being a man that have been
forgotten after putting yourself down before pussies can now return. As
soon as you realize that you don't need pussies as you did before. That's
because you have a brother. This is brotherhood."

I increased the speed of his hand, and there was no doubt he was jerking me
off now.

"So, are you my brother, Patty?"

"I am" he murmured.

I let his hand alone on my dick. He didn't stop.

"Are we fucking brothers, Patty?"

"Yes, Karl. We are brothers."

"Fuck Cecile. Fuck Alice. We are brothers, Patty."

Patty bit his lower lip. It wasn't an expression of pleasure, but
determination. It was as if he was saying to Alice `I don't need you
anymore, bitch.'

Still quietly, I sat down on my sleeping bag and laid my lower back on top
of it, holding torso up as I rested on my elbows. Patty had to readjust
himself too. His left hand supported his body weight as it landed on the
floor. His right hand jerking me off. His eyes staring at me.

"Brothers?" I'd keep asking.

"Brothers!"

I tried to hold on, but I couldn't last too long. Having Patty's hand
stroking my bare dick still felt like a dream to me. After so many months
of frustrated plans and anger, I'd started doubting myself. At certain
point, I thought this would never happen. And then it did not because Patty
changed, but because I did. My authoritarian behaviour still existed within
me, but the way I used it to my advantage wasn't the same. You can't expect
the world to change just because you want it to happen. Screaming won't
help you.

"Fuck!" I mumbled.

I rushed to hold Patty's hand on my cock again, when the first volley of
cum found its way to the top of the tent. Patty returned his glance to my
cock and tried to remove his hand, but I didn't let him. Once the first
three spurts left my cock, the rest ran down my shaft onto his hand.

"Man..." It sounded like Patty's torpor was gone. I wished I could enjoy my
orgasm better, but I had to keep him on the leash.

"Remember, we're brothers. Whatever comes from my body is part of our
connection. You can clean it up, it's ok. But you don't need to feel
disgusted. Dick makes us man, but even more is the jizz. Chicks can fuck
themselves with bananas if they want to, but this" I pointed to the jizz on
his hand, "they can only get from us. This is how you feel superior to
them. It doesn't matter if it's mine, yours or anyone else's, you must
always appreciate cum. This isn't about you and me only, this is about all
men. Remember, it's the brotherhood. Don't let women take it away from
us. When you look disgusted, you surrender to them. Whenever you see your
cum from now on, celebrate it. Do you understand?"

"I think so..."

"You don't think so. You understand. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do."

"Good. Praise cum. Live for it. You're NOTHING without cum. Do you
understand? What can you be without cum?"

"Nothing..."

"What cum means for us men? What does it mean for you?"

Patty took a little while to answer. "Everything?"

"Say it again."

"Everything!"

"What's everything?" I had to keep pushing him.

"Cum."


I let go of his hand. He looked a little lost. He looked around and cleaned
his hand with the underwear he was wearing before the jockstrap. I couldn't
expect him to lick it up. Of course. Not yet.

After a few more seconds, Patty turned his eyes back to mine.

"I understand what you said. I do. So, if this turns us into brothers,
don't you need to do mine too?"

"There's another thing about manhood that you have to understand. Women
thinking is horizontal. They live as if all of them have the same
status. They don't get what is very important for us men: hierarchy. That's
something very important for us men that you can't forget. I'm superior to
you as long as I'm your trainer and your teacher. If I do it to you, we
become like them. Laughing like little bitches whenever we see a cute guy
passing by. Once we acknowledge hierarchy, we learn respect and the meaning
of our relationship. They do that in the army for a reason. Can you
understand that? We're brother, but we're not the same!"

Patty didn't say anything again. "Can you understand that?"

"Yes, Karl. Yes, I can."

"Good." I got his underwear and cleaned my dick with it. "You made me proud
tonight, bro. You really did." I laid back.

Patty smiled shyly and recoiled himself inside his sleeping bag.

"G'night." He said.

"G'night."

I woke up earlier than Patty on the next morning as usual. I got out of the
tent naked. I'd remain like that for the rest of the day. I wanted Patty to
remember everything I told you the night before, and my dick would be the
reminder.

Patty came out when I was finishing breakfast. I was sitting on a chair
with my legs wide open, so he could see my long soft dig hanging down. He
looked embarrassed. I was resolute. I wouldn't say anything else for a
while. I had to let the information settle. Patty needed time to absorb
that.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked.

"Kinda, yeah." He was still wearing nothing but the jockstrap which was a
good sign. No panicking. No bitching.

"I cooked your eggs, I didn't know if you wanted bacon. I can fry it if you
want." I offered in a very friendly way.

"Nah, I think I'll stick with broccoli." He smiled.

"It's your choice, brother." I included this last word as another
reminder. He knew I didn't forget what happened between us on the previous
night. I wanted him to know I hadn't forgotten. He should be thinking I'd
never think about it again. Maybe it was a one-night thing that happened
between friends. That kind of shit can happen all the time, right? But
no. He was wrong if he felt this way.

Before getting ready for exercising, Patty gave me the sunscreen
bottle. This time I was naked. Still, he turned his back to me. I couldn't
get hard, but it was almost impossible. I looked down, my dick inches away
from his bubble-butt. I got blood pumping into my cock. This was a very
delicate moment. If he saw me hard, he'd get different ideas. He'd think
all I wanted was to fuck him. It wouldn't be between brothers
anymore. Well, it's been never about brothers anyway, but he couldn't think
otherwise. I quickly spread the lotion on his back and turned my back to
him excusing myself.

"I'll be right back. Go on and start the routine."

I heard Patty moving forward as I rushed back to my truck. From the
distance, I could still see him. His ass opened wide as he struggled to go
from one equipment to the next. He'd fall and then start again. I started
to jerk off. I was already thinking about how to get him to suck me, then
swallow my cum, getting it in the ass. How far was Patty from doing that? I
honestly didn't know, but in my head I already could see his pink puffed
lips bobbing up and down my shaft. He wouldn't suck me off now, it was too
early, but if I kept on making the message stronger in his brain, wouldn't
I be able to break him?

I came on the palm of my hand. I made sure I got it all. I walked back to
the tent and got his protein shake from the cooler. I opened it and dropped
my jizz inside. I cleaned my hand at the borders of the cup, closed it and
put it back. He eventually drank it all. No complaints.

Before the day was over, I dressed up and so did Patty when I gave his bag
back to him. He looked happy when he hoped in the truck. We listened to
Pink Floyd's "Shine on you crazy diamond", which he loved as much as I
did. I dropped him by his apartment and saw Alice at the window. She sent
me a kiss. I winked at her.

`Tell me what happened?' she had texted me.

`He jerked me off.' I replied as soon as I entered my apartment.

`I knew it! He's still talking a lot about your weekend together. He
doesn't look bothered at all.'

`Good to hear. Just keep being nasty to him, will you? You and any girl
that talks to him should be very nasty if possible.'

`Leave it to me. (kisses) (kisses) (heart) (closed fist) (water splash)'

On our next weekend together, Patty undressed as soon as we arrived and
handed me his bag, which I didn't hide this time, but still left it inside
the truck. He complained about Alice and women in general. I remained
mostly quiet. Answering him with monosyllables. We still laughed
occasionally, but I avoided reminding him of what happened between us on
the previous week. I'd still call him brother all the time, and he'd do the
same every now and then.

The same took place on the next two weeks. His complaints were increasing
and his anger upscaling. He briefly said something about breaking up with
Alice.

"Don't do that. You see me and Cecile. I'm still devastated. Although I
don't talk much about it, it does get to you, and it's not easy to overcome
it."

"But we're brothers, right? We don't need'em."

"When I broke up with her, we weren't brothers yet. So, the impact was
stronger on me than it'd be with you. But hang on, ok? Eventually, you'll
understand what being a brother means. I don't think you still do."

He remained quiet. I don't know what he was thinking. But he was accepting
suggestions since he didn't complain about anything so far.

At night, it was still the two of us inside the tent looking up, each on
different sleeping bags. There was a big elephant in the room, but we
weren't talking about it.

"So, how you broke up with Cecile? Why?" Patty asked.

"It wasn't working between us anymore. No sparkle. I still see that between
you and Alice though, that's why I'm asking you to hang on a little more."

"Man, she's annoying me so much. I don't think I can live with her
anymore."

"And do you think it will be the same with any other woman? What about
Alice's friends? Is there any of them you'd feel like dating?"

"Not really. All a pain in the ass."

"So, you break up with Alice and what then? Celibacy?"

"It's not like we're fucking anyway."

"How do you do then?" I tried to push him further.

"I've been taking care of myself with my hands, but it's not the same, you
know..."

"Are you still using those plugs on your tits?" I don't think Patty was
bothered by the way I'd say `tits'.

"Sometimes, but it's also not the same..."

I turned to my side and saw him laying on his back, arms under his head,
his upper body exposed.  "Brothers?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Brothers." He answered still looking up.

I moved from my bag to the narrow ground that separated the two of us and
without warning, I started licking his left tit.

"Wow, wow, wow... Fuck..."

He didn't try to stop me this time. I think he'd never do that even if we
weren't as close. I licked and sucked on them to the best of my ability
which was supreme, I gotta say. I saw his right hand moving into the bag,
but I stopped him.

"You can't touch your clit, man."

I could be a little bolder when I was licking his tits. His brains, at
these moments, was only half operational.

"Why not?"

"Because only one dick matters here, right? And it's not yours. It's
mine. You just can't jerk off."

He didn't dare to defy me now, but he'd still try to touch him every now
and then.

"Don't, Patty, or I won't play with your tits anymore."

"Sorry, bro."

"What did I say? Only one dick gets to cum here, right? And which dick is
that?"

"Yours, bro. I know. Don't stop."

But I did stop. I needed his attention back to me. It took him a few
seconds to look me in the eyes, as I got back into my bag.

"I hope I helped you out, bro. That's what brothers do. Agree?"

"Yeah, sure."

I turned my back to him. "Good. Try to sleep. And don't jerk off, alright?
You don't want to piss me off."

"Why's that so bad? Shouldn't we be proud of our dicks and cum?"

I turned back to him. He looked somehow regretted for saying those words
out loud.

"I told you. It's how a manhood works. That's how you show me respect. If
you can't respect me, then we're not brothers. And more than that, don't
take me wrong, but I've got enough dick for the two of us. Once we get to
take care of mine, then we can think about what to do with you. But mine
comes always first. Otherwise, I'll take it as if you don't want my
training anymore."

He rested his head on the pillow. His arms back under his head. He looked a
little annoyed but didn't dare to touch his clit again.

"Once you understand this, you'll know it's time to break up with
Alice. Trust me, ok?"

"Ok."

More training. More cum in his shake. More sunscreen onto his back. And
another week until we got to see each other again.

At this time, there was no Alice at the window. Patty looked upset. He
hoped in the truck and just asked me to leave.

"What happened?"

"We had a fight. I just couldn't stand the nagging anymore. I'm so
pissed. And I live with that monster. How do I get rid of her? I need her
to get back to the dorms."

"Why did you invite her to live with you to start with?"

"I was such an idiot. Urgh!"

I let his anger subside. We listened to more Pink Floyd and before we
arrived at the camping, he was much calmer. He gave me his clothes and
rushed to start his training before I had the chance to put the sunscreen
on him. He wanted to sweat his problems away, and so I let him. We had
lunch, and he was still a little upset, but we got back to talking. I made
him laugh, but in general we weren't talking as much as we used to.

Before going back to the machines, he showed me his fist. "Brothers?" I
bumped, "brothers."

At diner, he was almost back to normal.

"Man, I'm glad we have this space for ourselves. That's saving my life." He
started.

"I have to agree. It's doing me wonders too."

He seemed uneasy for an instant. He sipped on his water.

"I don't know how to say this without sounding... weird. But, do you want
me to, you know, I can jerk you off if you want."

"Why are you saying that?" I know I could've just said yes and that's it,
but I needed to know. He couldn't have asked that if he wasn't planning
something.

"Man, this is awkward... But I'd like to know if you could then touch my
nips again and maybe you'd let me jerk off too."

It enlightened me to know he was asking for my permission to stroke his
clit. That was a huge step in his turning, but the reasons weren't right.

"It's not how a brotherhood works, Patty. We don't do something expecting
to receive something in return. We do it because we're brothers. I sucked
your tits last week coz I wanted to help a brother. I didn't expect you to
do anything to me. If you want to jerk me off, I'd be more than happy. I
mean, you'd make my day. Seriously, you don't know how much it would mean
to me. But I'll let you only if you mean it. If you say you're doing this
just for the sake of helping a brother out as he's single and lonely."

"I didn't know you're lonely. What about all those chicks?"

"They were driving me nuts with all their bitching and jealousy. I haven't
been with any of them for a while now."

"Sorry about that..."

"It's ok."

Another brief silent moment.

"Well, uh... I'll do it to you if you want."

"No, bro. Not because I want, but because YOU want it."

"Ok, man. I want it."

I know he didn't mean that. He didn't want it. Patty still expected my
mouth on his tits in return for his hand on my dick. But I could pretend I
believed him.

"Do you really want to stroke my meat?"

"Yeah... Sure. I want to help you out."

"That's quite not right, yet." I looked at him. "You want to do it because
you'll feel good if you do. Not because I will."

"Ok, then. I'll feel good if I polish your nob. Can I do that?"

I stood up and moved to where he was. My crotch was at his eye-level. I
stood quite close to his face, my shorts not one foot away.

"You gotta help me out here. I'm not even hard."

Patty was visibly consternated. He didn't want to do that, but I think it
was important to have him practicing even if he didn't feel like that. If
we continued like that, I believe one day he'd really feel like wanking me.

He lowered my shorts and touched my limp cock. He moved his body back, so
it wasn't so close to his face anymore and started stroking my soft meat. I
didn't want to have it growing, but I couldn't control myself. His lips
were so close to my dick, I suddenly imagined them sucking me.

Once hard, he started moving his hand back and forth. Mechanically. As a
sex toy.

"I don't think you want to do this, bro."

"I do." He lied.

"Ok, then. Do you remember when I said I had a cock for the two of us?"

"Yeah..."

"It means once you have my dick to play with, you don't need to think about
yours. So far, I think you still believe you'll be able to jerk off
eventually and that will be it. But that's not what I mean. You have
touched your little dick for too long already. You know how good it makes
you feel. Now, try to forget about that. Forget you have a cock at
all. Focus on my dick. Try to imagine that my pleasure is your
pleasure. That's what I mean when I say I got a dick for the two of
us. Mine is big enough for us to share. That's also brotherhood. Why to
waste energy on two dicks, when we can focus on only one and give it the
best treatment possible?"

He didn't seem very comfortable, and I still couldn't see any result
watching the way he touched me.

"It's the same when I suck on your tits. I don't think about mine. I don't
want you to lick them, I do your because I want to. I want the two of us to
focus on your tits alone. I could very well do a shit job and then ask you
to do mine to, but that wouldn't be fair with you. I know you deserve the
best out of me. And I'll give you my best because I consider you a
brother. Aren't we brothers?"

"Yes, we are."

"Will you do the best for your brother? Won't we do the best for each
other?"

He changed the way he was holding my dick. He turned his hand around and
made me feel more comfortable. Before, he was bobbing his hand quickly as
it felt like he wanted to finish the job as soon as possible, but now he
started doing it more calmly. There's no reason to rush if you want it well
done, and Patty was aware of that.

"Think you're doing it to yourself. Take your time. If you really mean that
YOU want to jerk me off, then make me feel your enthusiasm. We got all the
time of the world, I don't want to cum too fast, so make it good and slow,
as you'd like to have yours done. Think of the best orgasm you've ever had,
which I believe to be the one you've had once you got your tits teased. Now
try to make me feel the same."

He was getting better, but not as good as me when I did it myself.

"I told you once that dick is what makes us men. That's our invitation to
manhood. And that's what connects us as brothers. That tube in your hand is
what makes you a man. It's not about me as it can look to you, that's about
you. Any time you get the honour to touch a dick as awesome like mine, you
need to understand how privileged you are as a man to do that. That's how
you tell Alice and the other bitches that you don't need them. Because you
got a real cock in your hand. So fuck them. Do you hear me, Patty? Fuck
them bitches. Say it!"

"Fuck'em"

"Say as if you mean it!"

"FUCK'EM BITCHES!"

"Yeah. You don't need them when you got me. When you got my cock."

Patty was getting even better now, but still not spectacular. I couldn't
expect him to be as good as me, but I was sure we could work it out with
time.

"What about your other hand?" I looked at his left hand that was on the log
giving him balance not to fall behind.

"What's about it?"

"It's a waste to have such a marvellous cock to play with and do that
one-handed. Get it over here too. Play with my balls. Remember how cum is
the most important thing a man can make? So, the balls are to be worshiped
as the gods of our manhood. We thank them by playing with them. Start by
feeling them. Think about how thankful you are that they exist."

Patty was still obeying me, but I couldn't read his thoughts. I used to
think he was easy like an open book, but now I got myself wondering.

As he got his left hand on my balls, he had no other option but to get his
face closer again to my dick, otherwise he'd fall back. His head, however,
was a little more distant than I expected, so I moved a little further. Not
too much because I didn't want him to fall, but enough for him to sniff me.

My juices were running down my shaft and onto his hand. It didn't look like
he was annoyed by that, but I can't say for sure. Probably, he just didn't
want to piss me off.

"Do you feel'em?"

"Yes."

"You'll get to understand what I mean with time. I believe in you. I always
knew I could trust you, little bro. You're amazing."

I thought that a little praise could do him well. Everyone likes to feel
like doing a good job.

I still wanted this to last, but I was about to burst. I decided to risk it
all. I wouldn't tell Patty about my upcoming cum. I looked at his face that
was turned up and it happened. The first spurt of cum hit him on the
forehead, the second on the nose. Patty moved away and let go of my
dick. The rest of my jizz hit the ground.

"Fuck, man. You came on my face."

"And why is that bad? You got it in your hand before, remember?" I said as
I recovered from my orgasm.

"It's wrong... Fuck." He was cleaning his face with a t-shirt that should
probably be mine.

"Relax, bro. It's just cum, ok?"

"Fuck, man."

I sat down and let him take his time to digest what just happened. Once he
was done, he looked at me. I pointed at his head "You missed a spot." I
laughed.

"Fuck" he resumed the cleaning.

I waited again. I don't think he'd freak out this time. I honestly hoped he
wouldn't.

Once he was done cleaning, he sat down on the log again. He looked upset.

"Hey, relax. It's just the two of us." I tossed a can of beer on to him. He
caught it and started drinking without considering how bad it could be to
his shape.

"Don't do that again, ok?" he asked.

That was terrific. He expected that to happen again.

"Alright" I answered.

I gave him a few more minutes, and we resumed our conversation about
general stuff. Gradually, he got back to normal.

That night, I didn't offer to suck on his nipples. He didn't ask
either. But I could swear he spent at least half an hour thinking about how
to say the words. Still, he said nothing.

"We are brothers, right?" he said first thing in the morning.

"Yes." I answered already eating my breakfast.

"So, will you train me or you still wasting your time with Chris?"

I swallowed. "I'll train you. But give me the time to tell him, will ya?"

Patty looked satisfied. I was more than happy. We had a deal.

Two days after my last time together with Patty, I got two editions of the
magazine where my article had been published. In one, I found the proper
article, it looked amazing. I found two pictures of Chris' butt, both
hidden by his underwear. Of course, they wouldn't publish anything
explicit. In the second one, I found the section of letters from
readers. There were a few comments on how nice Chris' ass looked. I used
post-its to indicate what he should read and put them both in an
envelope. I wanted Chris to feel proud about his body.

After our work out session, I handed him the envelope.

"Take a look at this when you have some time alone. It's the magazine with
your photos. I included also the next issue that I got from the
editor. There you can find people talking about us in the letters
section. I also included a few e-mails I received. Hope you like it. From
next week, we start working on those upper muscles of yours. Maybe in three
months you'll be ready for your next shooting."

I wish I could've said I wouldn't be working with him anymore, but I needed
him to feel frustrated when I actually said that.

I told Lee I'd be leaving Chris to him. I imagined Chris would lose the
ground once I left him, so I suggested Lee should be there to support
him. Lee was game. I sent Lee a few ideas of what he should do with Chris
and all of them involved the dildos we casted from his dick. I expected
Chris to become an amazing bitch when the time arrived. He'd probably hate
me now, but one day he'd forgive me.

I also took the time to send a message to Craig saying Lee would get in
touch with him. He was to listen and obey Lee from now on.

I asked Patty to tell Chris about my decision. I wanted Patty facing Chris
and seeing what a man who is not afraid about a facial looked like.

A few hours later, he texted me to say it was done. Chris tried to call me,
but I didn't answer. He texted me too. I just said I had found another one
to train. I needed the cash. I pressed the send button. I hoped he'd
forgive me.

At last, I could send Adam the most exciting e-mail ever. I've finally had
what I wanted. Adam should be excited too.

`I hope you can tell me that in person. I'll be coming to meet with you
soon.'

That was a nice surprise. Adam was smart. Maybe he could also help me with
Patty.

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End of part 15

Now, what's to happen next with Patty? And what about all the suggestions
of stories present in this chapter? All of them are part of the bitch
saga. Yes, it's a lot of stories. I just have a big imagination haha Sorry
for the grammar mistakes and misspellings again.  Again, PLEASE send me
e-mails with suggestions, support and even critics. I might take a while to
answer but don't let it demotivate you. Without your e-mails I wouldn't
feel like continue writing.

As you might have noticed, English isn't my first language, but I'll do my
best to keep writing and sharing my stories with you. I'll keep posting
this and new stories if I feel you guys are enjoying them. There's nothing
more rewarding than knowing that my stories are making other guys cum. So
please do send me an e-mail if you want me to keep writing.

From Australia to the world.

I have also posted the following story at Nifty:

/gay/college/ranchs-bitch/ (ongoing)

/gay/authoritarian/persuaded-to-bitchdom (ongoing)

/gay/authoritarian/becoming-my-flatmates-bitch/ (ongoing)

/gay/highschool/a-bitchs-birth (complete)

Cumnoisseur (soon)

Boarding school for bitch boys (soon)