Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2020 04:43:18 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: Ranchs bitch - part 25

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

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I woke up to get myself looking at the poster of a naked woman that I kept
on the back of my door. I've jerked off for that chick before. I could
still remember the sort of stuff I'd think about when I was doing that. She
was beautiful. I liked her. But would her beauty be enough to make me cum
again? I'd probably not even have an erection anymore. I didn't even try.

I stood up and saw I had a few messages on my phone. Dan was asking if I
was ok after our little issue with Chuck. I felt the wound on my face with
my fingers. Probably, that wasn't going anywhere. I'd definitely get a
scar. I texted him back, but I still didn't feel like talking much. I just
reassured him I was fine, but that I'd be taking the day off.

Another message, and it was from my mother. I saw she'd tried to call me. I
didn't feel like talking to her, so I just replied her message. She
remembered me my father's birthday was approaching, and she wanted me at
home as usual. Gosh, how could I have forgotten that? It was a family's
tradition, and they wouldn't forgive me if I didn't show up. I was
answering her when Dan called me.

"Hey." I said.

"And, what the hell happened to you? Are you alright? Did Ted take care of
your face?" he did have a lot to ask.

"I'm fine. Brian and the guys took care of me. And they managed Chuck
too. I don't think he'll be bothering us anymore."

"Who cares about Chuck? I'm coming to check on you."

"Hey, don't need to. I said I'm fine. You must be busy. Tomorrow I'll be
good as new."

"I'm on my way."

Dan was always busy with his studies. He and I were two of the few in the
campus who would rather study than do sports. But he took his education way
more serious than I did. He was on a scholarship, and he needed to deliver
good results, otherwise he could lose the funds. But, you see, although
busy, he was still that worried about me. He was that kind of friend.

"Dude, look at your face." Those were his first words when he got into my
apartment.

"It's alright. I'm sure I'll survive, ok?"

He got in and sat on my couch. My apartment had a small living room, a
bedroom, kitchen and bathroom. Not much, but very comfy. "It's not that
bad, actually. But that will leave a scar."

"I don't mind. It could've been worse..."

"I feel bad. Chuck was coming for me, not you. That scar should be on my
face, not on yours."

"Why don't we just forget about this? OK? I said I don't care..."

"I'm on your debt. I'll be forever, as long as you have that scar there."

I laughed. "Ok, you can start paying by washing the dishes."

"Right away." He stood up and walked to the sink. But there was nothing
there to wash.

"I think you'll need to ask me something else." He smiled.

"Seriously, there's nothing..." I said, but then I thought of
something. "Actually, I know you must be busy, as always..."

"Just say it." Dan was just perfect.

"Would you mind coming with me to my rents' place? It's my dad's birthday,
and I don't want to go alone."

"Why? It never bothered you. You always go to their parties by yourself."

I was embarrassed. Dan was right. I never had any issue going to parents'
house, but this time I felt like it was a completely different
situation. Or maybe the situation was still the same, but I wasn't the same
anymore. Dan knew that.

"Do you feel bad coz now you found you're into guys?" he asked.

"Maybe. I don't know..."

"Anyway, course I'm coming with you. When is that?"

"Next Friday I have to leave. But it's ok if you can't make it..."

"Shut up. I'm in already. Let me drive us there. Just hang on and leave
everything to me."

I smiled. Dan was a good friend, but not necessarily this good all the
time. He had his moments. Sometimes, when he was around other friends, he'd
pretend I didn't exist, but he'd be the perfect friend when we were by
ourselves. I thought it'd be different now that he had fucked me, but maybe
it was still too early to say. Maybe our trip together would let me know
what he was really about.

Dan had to leave as he had a lot to do, and I was back to my solitude. I
finished answering my mother and then got to see one that I haven't noticed
before.

`Bitch, let me know how you are.'

Brian, of course. I didn't feel like replying, but I was now closer to him
than before. He lent me money when he paid the debt I had with Chuck. Debt
I shouldn't have if I had used my father's money with my studies and not
vanities. "I'm fine, thanks." I didn't want to get him the impression I was
down for chitchatting, so I was brief.

Another message: `Hey, bud. Are you ok?' Mark was a gentleman. He could be
the best boyfriend to anyone. Attractive, good-looking, kind and such a
good fuck.

`Yes, much better, thanks.'

With no more messages left, I decided to think about what to do for my
short trip back to my rents. They didn't live too far away, maybe a
three-hour drive. I never had any problem going there, but this time, I was
terrified.

Friday came and Dan was downstairs waiting for me. The drive started
smooth. Dan and I didn't talk much, but we took the time to listen to some
of our favourite songs.

"Hey girls, hey boys, superstar djs, here we go!" We sang along.

I was trying to get back to looking like a good boy who was going back home
to see his family, but deep inside, I wasn't that anymore. Every now and
then, I'd look at Dan's crotch. That huge cock was inside his jeans. I
needed to suck him so bad, but I didn't want to get him to think I was a
slut. I didn't want to lose his friendship.

Still, Dan was also a horny bastard like me. Just as I'd look at his
crotch, he'd look at my face and smile. It went on like this for at least
fifty miles, until I put my left hand on his thigh.

"We still have another hour or so to get there. Why don't we make this more
interesting?" I smirked.

"I don't know. This can be dangerous. I'm driving." he replied.

"Oh, the road is quiet. It's safe. C'mon. Why do you think I let you
drive?"

Somehow, I knew I shouldn't do this, but my instincts took control of
me. Going back to my parents' house wasn't like me anymore. Sucking dick,
though, was just right.

I couldn't stop a genuine smile from my face, and Dan noticed how much I
wanted him.

"What have you become, And? I'm just crazy for this new you."

I loved that new me too. My old version would be jerking off to a poster,
my new self was finally having some fun.

I got my right hand more firmly onto his crotch and felt his dick getting
harder beneath it.

"No underwear?" I asked.

"Not a fan."

"You're such a bitch."

Another smile, but this time he couldn't see it. I smelt his pants, nuzzled
my head on it trying to show how much I cared for his cock. I sniffed it
again and harder this time.

"Fuck. You really like this shit, uh?" He said as he started to unbutton
his pants. I stopped his hands.

"Don't spoil the fun. Leave it to me. Unwrapping is the fucking best part."

At this point, I was licking my lips already. As I unzipped his jeans,
another sniff. His pubes smelt like man, and man I enjoyed that. With my
hand, I pulled it out, which was not an easy task because he was big. Once
I got my hand around that, a third smile, larger than the others. I looked
at him, and he looked at me. He smiled back.

I put the head in my mouth and let it inside for a few minutes. I wanted to
take my time. I had time to enjoy myself.

"It's so big. And it's all mine now. Isn't that nice? You don't own your
dick anymore, mate." I said as I retrieved a little bit to smell his dick
from its base to the top.

"Yeah. It's all for you."

"I know it is." Here's the thing I learned with Ted and the guys: once I
put my hands on a dick, it belongs to me. And it becomes my duty to make it
cum, it doesn't matter how. Making guys cum can be easy and quick, but it
can also be tricky and slow. As I'd learn in the days to come, not all guys
are into having other men sucking them. That's unfortunate, but it
happens. A good bottom though, knows how to deal with that. That's what we
were born for after all.

When my mouth covered his dick's head again, I decided to play with his
hanging smooth balls too. Gradually my head would bob a little further down
and then back all the way to the top. My hand moved from the balls to the
shaft. I didn't hold it too tight; I just caressed its length as if in a
fake jerk off. I couldn't beat a dick like that. It would be a
disrespect. The only way to make dicks cum should be either with a willing
and competent mouth or asshole. Sometimes, though, I'd squeeze it from the
base to the top, as I tried to get more juices flowing up and out into my
willing mouth.

Dan put his hand on my head, as he wished to pull me down on his dick, but
I resisted.

"Don't you dare." I whispered.

"You gonna kill me there, And. I didn't jack off the whole week waiting for
this. You can take your moment another time. But, for now, just make me
cum."

It was a shame, I thought. But he was right somehow. I was in a car in
movement with my seat belt unfastened. I sighed as my disappointment
grew. I locked my mouth around the shaft and bobbed up and down with
increased passion and vigour. My tongue wouldn't be laying down
idly. That's not what tongues are made for during bjs. I'd like the head
and flattened it the most I could to let the cock into my throat. I got his
dick up to the balls three or four times, and Dan whispered loose words I
couldn't grasp.

"I'm coming. Fuck, I'm coming."

There's one thing I learnt to like a lot: cum. But better than cum alone is
the feeling you're making a guy cum. And even better than all of that
together is the happiness I felt when I knew I'd be getting it into my
mouth, ass or on my face or body. That's the ultimate pleasure and raison
d'etre of a competent bottom. If a guy is not into this and claims to be a
bottom, I'm sorry, but he's nothing but a cock tease.

The first jet of cum warmed up my mouth and made me aware of the taste of
my man. That's the connection I want from the guys I'm fucking. You feel
the dick pulsing, the balls shrinking, the spasms of the belly, the shaky
legs, everything is concentrated on the jizz that is now in my mouth. The
whole man, his body and mind, is now into me. I am the one to have him, all
of him. When I swallow his cum, I just make it part of me. We become
one. I'm him for a few minutes. Most tops don't understand this, but for
bottoms this is a must. Don't you hate when you watch porn and the stupid
bottom receives the cum into his mouth and then let it all out as if cum
was dispensable? Fuck these guys! Let your disappointment show!

I got all of my well-deserved jizz and swallowed each drop. I felt like a
god during those few seconds of ejaculation. Then I let his cock out with
care.

"That was intense" he said.

"Yeah. You're not too bad." I grinned.

"Yeah, sure. You couldn't have enough. But don't worry coz I have plenty
more here for you."

I laughed. "Don't take it for granted, man. I'll let you know when I'm down
for that again."

I had to state my superiority. I wouldn't let any guy think of me as
inferior just because I was a bottom.

I should've taken my time playing with his dick, because we were not too
far from our destination. That brought me back to reality. I'd be seen my
parents soon, and unavoidably, my older brother. Scott was perhaps my
opposite. Four years older, he was lazy, irresponsible, extremely laid back
and easy going. But, above all, he was a womanizer. He's never had a steady
girlfriend, because no woman in the world would trust him enough to start a
relationship. And he'd never bother to return their calls or look for the
chicks he fucked. And still, they'd be always coming back for more. And why
is that? The most fucking popular guy in high school, the guy that everyone
would praise and talk about. Those stupid six pack he'd made sure to show
to everyone. Those deep honey eyes, that tanned skin of someone who'd play
football shirtless every day of the week. Scott, the unreachable female
dream.

I guided Dan till we reached my house. It was a two-store building, but the
front and backyard were quite big, as my mom loved to spend her free time
gardening. My dad showed up soon, as he was always watching the street from
behind the front window. He didn't know the car, but when he saw me, he
gave me a big smile.

"There you are, ant. We were waiting for you." He'd call me Ant because of
how I used to be obsessed about insects when I was younger, and also
because of how close And is to ant.

"Hi, dad." I hugged him worried he'd smell my cum breath. I was trying to
talk to him with my mouth turned to the sides.

"What happened to your face? What's this?" he pointed to my scar.

"That's nothing. Just a fight."

"A fight?"

"Nothing serious. Relax." I explained, and my dad stopped the questions.

I introduced Dan to my dad, and then my mom who was the next one greeting
us. The same questions about my wound. My dad knew I didn't want to talk
about it.

"Let the boy. It looks nice on him. He looks tougher now." He said.

"What you mean, let the boy?"

They continued arguing, and I took the chance to get into the house. Dan
and I went to the living room, which was the largest part of the
house. Couches that looked vintage with red velvet upholstery, an equally
red rug with ancient patterns. An old TV and that same smell of burnt
candles. On the back there was the kitchen, and on the right a staircase
that took us to the second floor. Three rooms over there, and a bathroom. I
got into my room with Dan who followed me.

My bed at the left corner, my wardrobe, a bedside table and a mattress my
mom fixed to accommodate Dan. The walls have been recently painted, I
noticed.

Dan left his backpack on the corner and came to me as a man who is up for
some fun.

"What about another blowjob now that we have more space and no danger?"

The bitch had a hardon.

"Fuck no. Not here. Not happening."

I'm glad I stopped him at that very moment because as fast as a lightning,
Scott broke into my room to hold me in a tight hug.

"There you are, ant head. How are ya?"

"Not bad."

"What about this thing on your face, uh?" he touched my wound.

"Nothing, just a stupid fight." I answered.

"Nice. Defending your honour with blood. That's my lill' bro." Scott
ruffled my hair. "You've been putting on some muscles, haven't ya? And you
don't even let me know, anty boy. Who's the guy?"

"Oh, that's Dan. I asked him to come with me as I didn't want to drive."
That's all I could muster to say as nothing else came to mind.

"I see. But you could've come with a bunch of chicks and share one of'em
with your old bro here." He laughed with his arm still hanging on my
shoulder. "No offense taken, uh?" he said to Dan. "Chad has told us about
you. He's really your fan, ya know? Just hope he's not fagging over you,
you know what I mean?"

"There's no fags here. What you talking about?" I managed to come out from
his arm.

"We should go out tonight. For how long you guys staying over?" Scott
continued.

"Till Sunday. We're tired, ok? We're here for dad..."

"No fun, dude. I could get you two with a few bitches I know
downtown. They're insane. Do whatever you want, if you know what I mean."
Scott made an asshole with his indicator and thumb and with his other hand
he inserted the middle finger there.

"Alright, we'll think about it."

"Hey, let your friend speak. What you think?" Scott asked Dan.

"Dunno, dude. Let's see, alright?" Dan answered.

"Hey, you guys fagging, right? Damn it, don't tell me you're a fag, ant
head."

"Fuck off, Scott. Gosh, you're exhausting!"

I managed to kick him out of my room and shut the door behind me. "Fuck!"

Dan sat on my bed and laughed. "What the hell is that? Is he always saying
you're a fag?"

"He says that to everyone, but he does that because he knows we're no
fags. If he knew, then... Then I don't know. He's a complete homophobe. My
dad's even worse. In his own way, but worse. My ma must be too, but she
just doesn't talk about it like they do."

"Wow. So, no blowjobs here? I can be fast if I want."

"Shut up!"

I was pissed. That's all I didn't want to go through at that moment. I was
sure of who I had become, but these people, my own family, they had to make
me feel bad. I couldn't just pretend I hasn't heard anything and go back to
my life as if nothing happened. These episodes were happening, and they
were affecting me.

During dinner, my dad asked me about my life in campus. He'd always make
the same questions, and I answered them all as I would normally. But, for
some reason, I felt like he was interested in Dan, since I've never brought
any friends home.

"So, is he dating anyone?" He asked Dan about me. He'd not ask this kind of
questions to me, probably because my mom asked him not to. Well, that's my
guess. I knew he always felt like asking me stuff like that, but my mom
knew how shy I was and didn't want to press me. I saw her look to him, but
he disregarded it.

"Well..." Dan didn't know what to answer. He wouldn't out me to my parents,
right?

"I said they should come out with me tonight. I'm sure I'd get both of them
with a few bitches I know..." Scott spoke out.

"Hey, mind your words in front of your mother." My dad reprehended him, but
not without giving that look of compliance and approval. "You should go
with your brother." He said to me.

"I'm tired, ok, dad? Seriously, this is about you tonight. That's why I'm
here. Not to go out and hang out. I already do that all the time on
campus." I was getting upset again.

"So, how many pussies?" Scott.

"Language!" Dad with a smile.

"Four so far, ok? Four." Me.

Dan hid a grin. I could read his mind `dude, since when cocks are like
pussies? You have four dicks, dumbhead. That's quite something else.'

"Wow, my little bro had four pussies? We should go out and celebrate. Then
maybe you can have your fifth." Scott again.

"Let your brother alone, Scott. For Christ sake." My mother intervened by
invoking Jesus. Typical for a woman sitting before a huge cross that hang
on the wall under the staircase.

"Excuse me, mom, but I'm done here. I'm really tired, ok? I'll go to
bed. Dan, are you coming?" I asked him as I prepared to stand up.

"Let him stay. He doesn't look tired. Will you make us company?" My dad
asked Dan.

"Sure."

"Great." And my dad refilled his glass with new wine.

"Ok. G'night." I said with my heart pumping on my throat.

As I took my shower and found my way to the bed, I couldn't stop thinking
about what Dan could say downstairs. I've sucked his cock, he fucked my
ass, he knew who I was. He knew about my time in the ranch. He had a lot to
talk.

Not even thirty minutes later, he came into the room. He got a clean
underwear and another t-shirt from his backpack.

"I'm going out with your brother. Dude, he's a nice guy. As I won't be
getting any head here, I'll be getting out there with him. Do you mind? If
you do, I stay."

"Whatever, man. Just go!" I was floating between anger and disappointment.

He left me alone. I passed out.

On the next morning, Dan was laying down on the mattress. I didn't hear him
at all. He was naked. His cock was laying on his belly. Limp but still
big. The balls hanging low. Normally I'd feel my mouth watering, but I
didn't this time. I bet he slept like that on purpose, thinking I'd wake
him up with a blowjob. I'd probably would if... Well, I didn't know.

I was downstairs when I saw Dan coming to the living room. I rushed to him
before he could reach my mother in the kitchen.

"You didn't say anything yesterday, right? My brother can read between the
lines. He can be quite smart."

"Relax. I said nothing. He did ask a lot, but I just kept saying I didn't
know about your private life. I said nothing else."

"Not even when you were drunk? Maybe you said something, and you don't
remember."

"Hey, listen to me. I didn't say anything ok."

"Dan, come and have some breakfast." My mom invited him to the kitchen. All
I could do was to believe him and hope for the best.

My dad's birthday that Saturday was annoying. The talk was sad, the food
didn't lift my spirit, the jokes were boring. But Dan was having a really
good time apparently. He was eating like a pig, laughing like a stupid
hyena. I thought I could trust Dan, so I just went back to my room.

I got my phone and saw Ted had texted me.

"Back to your rents? Send me a pic of that ass of yours. Dying to fuck it."

I opened the message. He'd know I read it. Still, I didn't answer.

On the next day, I woke up Dan early in the morning and made him bring me
back to my apartment. On our way back, there was no talk, no music, no
blowjob. Dan knew I was pissed.

"You know you can trust me, right?" Dan asked me.

"Sure."

"I understand your family is homophobic, that was obvious. But they don't
need to know about you. I promise I didn't say anything. Just pretend they
don't exist. They would never know." He tried to comfort me.

Somehow, he was right, but what kind of life is that that I can't live
fully? What difference does it make if I'm into cocks and not pussies? The
thing that bothered me the most was my inability to understand who I was. I
thought it'd become so clear after my experience at the ranch, and now
this. I was back to zero.

"I don't know what to do with my life anymore." I sighed. "It seemed so
simple, but now I don't know. I don't want to face the guys again.  I don't
know how I'd do that."

"Just don't then."

"You don't understand. They wouldn't leave me alone." I needed some time
for myself. Time to digest whatever was going on with me.

"Stay at my place then. For now. Maybe a week will be enough for you to
feel good again? Maybe less? But stay for as long as you want."

I could do that. I was glad I had Dan with me.

When we stopped by my place, I picked up some clothes and other stuff and
then we headed to his apartment. I turned off my phone, and took a
sabbatical week basically staying indoors for as much as I could.

That was an interesting week though. Despite my inner doubts and struggle,
I got myself much closer to Dan. Sometimes, we'd go out together and he'd
make me forget about my family. I could overcome my stubborn depressing
ideas when I heard his stories and his jokes. The few classes I had that
week, Dan joined me. It amazed me because he was usually very busy, but
still, he'd skip classes to be with me.

"Why are you doing this?" Once I asked. "You don't need to help me like
that."

"We're friends, right? Besides, I'll always owe you for that scar on your
face."

It made sense. Of course. The scar.

After my sixth day at his place, I decided to go to uni by my own. Dan was
still sleeping, and I wouldn't wake him up. I gotta say that my sexual
appetite was next to zero. I didn't see that three-legged Dan anymore. He
was just Dan.

Once my class was over, I walked to the parking lot when someone called me
out.

"Stop right there you cheap bitch." Brian, of course.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"We gotta talk. And by we, I mean all of us. Come with me." He ordered. He
was pissed.

"I'm not going anywhere..."

"Yes, you are, you fucking whore. You fucking owe me money, bitch. Or did
you forget I paid your debts with that son of a bitch who marked your
pretty bitchy face? Uh? You and that faggot friend of yours? Uh? I know
what kind of shit you've been doing with your father's money rather than
paying the uni. I know where they live..."

"Are you blackmailing me?" I asked out of words.

"YES, I AM! Now come with me!"

I was told Brian never blackmailed anyone he cared about, so didn't he care
about me? What could he want from me? I couldn't believe he'd make me have
sex with him by blackmailing me. It wasn't like him. It was wrong.

I followed him till we got to the blues, which was the accommodation for
people who could afford luxury in campus. I knew Brian didn't live
there. Although rich, he preferred to live with his rugby friends in the
low-cost buildings. But Mark lived there.

Those were houses that, although small, gave its residents all the comfort
and privacy they could ask for. We got into one of them. As I expected, it
was a small place. A king-sized bed, a small kitchen on the corner, a
bathtub that could be seen from the entry door on the other side of the
room. Ted and Mark were also there.

"What's this? What do you want from me?"

"We just want to talk." Mark said.

"Talk my ass." Brian said. "Who do you think you are to not answer
me... us? You cheap bitch! Now you found a boyfriend to fuck your ass?
Whore! Not even a week made you like this! Fuck!"

"Brian, less!" Ted said.

"Fuck you!" He said to Ted. That was unexpected.

"Hey, c.a.l.m. d.o.w.n.!" Ted said still on a controlled way, but Brian was
clearly out of his mind.

Brian had his eyes wide opened, as if looking for a prey to kill. His chest
was expanded like a rooster. Closed fists.

"You owe me money, you peace of shit!" He said to me again. "And it's a lot
of money, you know that. You and your boyfriend. He even more than you. I
could put him in trouble, you know that."

"I'll pay my part and his too. It's all on me." I said calmly. I wouldn't
let Brian piss me off.

"Good. And how you gonna do that? Not even if you sell your holes, you'd
get enough money!" Brian was still out of control.

"Shut up, Brian." Mark stood up. "What's wrong with you? I've never seen
you like this."

"You, shut up, mother fucker. Fuck! Fuck!"

There was a brief silence that could hurt my ears. Brian was behaving like
a monster possessed by the devil.

"Ok." Brian was finally taking a deep breath and trying to get his senses
back. "Ok. Ok."

No words again. I could just look at Ted and Mark who were ready to
intervene if Brian decided to attack me.

Brian swallowed hard, his chin up high, his eyes looking at me from
above. "Ok."

I was now looking at him. I wasn't afraid of him. He could do to me
whatever he wanted. I wouldn't beg for my life.

"Ted told you that you should invite your... your friend to the club..."
Brian started.

"Do you remember when I asked you to invite Dan to the club?" Ted asked.

"Yeah. I know. I'm thinking about it, ok? A lot happened this week to
me. Like the opposite of what happened last week. It's just too much,
alright?" I explained.

"I don't care for what you're going through." Brian again. "You're part of
this club now." He pointed his finger at me, and then to the floor as if
that was the club. "You're one of us and you don't get to act like you're
not. This ain't an option. Do you understand that?"

I was still for a moment, but then I nodded.

"Good. As a part of this club, you don't get to date anyone, unless you
leave it..." Brian was trying as hard as he could to keep his voice down.

"Who said I'm dating anyone?" I asked perplexed.

"You and... You and Dan..."

"I'm not dating him. Who said so?" I was still lost.

"Good. So, let's get back to what Ted told you. Ok? You had to invite him
to this club."

"I will. Fuck! I said I will. But it's not easy, right? You know that!"

"It's alright, And. We just wanted to know if you were still in." Ted spoke
out again.

"No, that's not all I had to say." Brian interrupted. "The plan was we
invite Dan to be one of us. But I'm changing it. I don't want him as part
of this club anymore."

"What? You didn't say anything before." Ted said. "We gotta vote that
again."

"No. I just thought about this here now. Dan will not only NOT be part of
this club, but from today, from this very moment, you" and Brian pointed at
me "have the mission of turning him into a bottom bitch. And I don't want
this power bottom shit. NO! I want a submissive little bitch who will come
to me and ask me with two little puppy eyes to fuck him in the ass, bare
and with no lube because he likes it when it hurts."

"What?" I was in total disbelief.

"Brian, we gotta vote, you can't change our plans like that." Ted spoke
again.

"Fuck I can't. Once Karl said one day, I'd have one vote above all coz of
all the money I've put into this club. He, your own brother, the one and
mighty who created this club told me that. Will you say what now? Will you
fight your brother? Do you wanna call him? Or maybe call Adam? Sam? Call
whoever you want. I earned this vote, and now I wanna use it. And I will
use it!"

I looked at Ted, expecting him to say something that could change Brian's
idea. But Ted looked for a moment as lost as I was. Mark sat down again and
sighed. It looked like a lost battle.

"You gotta do as Brian says, And. I'm sorry about that."

"I don't need to do anything you say. I'm out of this club." I protested.

"That's not how this works..." Ted said.

"It's not my ass. I'm out..."

"You're not out, bitch. You're not out because I say so. You still owe me
money..." Brian started.

"Stop talking about money, dude." Mark said. "We all know you shit
gold. That's it! Stop bragging."

"I ain't bragging. I'm stating a fact." Brian did want to start an argument
with everyone.

"Shut up, you all. Ok?" Ted started. "We can turn this mess into something
more rational. Let's say that we make Dan into a bitch, it's ok, it's
happened before many times..."

"I'm not helping with that..." I interrupted him.

"Hang on, ok?" Ted continued. "Listen to me. When we picked you up that day
to take you to the ranch. Before that day, have you ever thought of
becoming who you are today?"

"No."

"Dude, you're so much better than before. You're now able to stand up for
yourself, you're so much more confident and strong..."

"I don't understand..." I interrupted again.

"What I'm saying is that we are always trying to bring more tops to be part
of the club, and we are always trying to have more bitches around too. And
I guarantee that all bitches sooner or later thank us for changing
them. They all become much better people. Much stronger. But, we also have
one rule in this club that no money would change. If, at any moment, we
understand that the guy who we're turning is not happy with the
transformation, we stop the process and let him go. So, I do think we can
help Dan into becoming a happy bitch like you've become after that time in
the ranch. But, if we understand that he's not enjoying it, we'll let him
go."

"I don't know." I said. "He doesn't deserve this..."

"What are you talking about?" Mark asked. "You talk about it as if this is
a bad thing? It seems like you're ashamed of yourself. Have we ever forced
you into doing anything you didn't want to?"

"No..."

"The same will happen to him. He'll be respected. You should be the first
one to consider the idea. You never thought you'd become a proud bottom and
there you are."

"I just don't think he's a bottom..."

"If he's not, then we'll let him go. But, as I said, when you talk about
it, you make me feel like being a bottom is bad. As if it's not right."
Mark said with authority.

I didn't know what to say.

"You should be proud of who you are. And, if he's a bottom too, he'll also
be proud." Mark had the right words, but maybe not the right timing. I
wasn't sure.

Brian seemed impatient.

"Anyway, if you play the right cards, I'll clear your debts with me." Brian
said now back to normal. "BUT, this will only happen under one of two
situations: one, I get to see Dan on his knees, right in front of me,
begging to have my cock in his ass, with NO condom and NO lube. Then you
won't have to pay me anything and he will be free to go too. And two: if
Ted or Mark tells me he's not up for the bitch role, then I let the two of
you go too."

"That's a lot of money, man. It can't hurt to give it a try." Ted insisted.

"I'll think about it, ok?" I answered.

"No thinking about it. Start thinking about how to turn him into a
submissive bitch. That's your duty now in this club. If you need help, let
us know." Ted said as if this was decided already.

I let myself out and wandered around the campus. What Mark told me made
total sense. I did sound like I was ashamed of myself. I thought I was
proud and full of confidence, but not at all. Inside the deeper layers of
my unconsciousness, my mentality was still exactly like that of my
family. Being a fag was bad and being a bottom was even more
disgraceful. The last layer of dignity. I haven't changed at all!

I was watching the people walking by. I didn't want to see Dan yet. Should
I turn him? I always believed that everything had a reason, and everything
happened in the right time. The guys' proposition came out in the time I
doubted myself the most. Maybe if I tried to change Dan, I'd finally be
able to understand myself better and finally accept me once and for all. No
one would hurt Dan. I trusted Ted and Mark with all my life. Dan would get
out of this as if nothing happened if he showed any sign of strong
resistance or unhappiness. I could judge whether he was happy or not. I
could help the both of us and still get us out of that debt.

Although I was still unsure whether I'd hurt Dan by proceeding with the
plan the guys had for him, I could give it a try and test his limits
gradually. If I saw he was not comfortable with the situation then I'd just
quit and let him go. If he adapted to the ideas I had for him, then I'd
move a step further.

That was the time to turn Dan into a submissive bottom if he was up to
that. When I thought about it, I still had that weird feeling that being a
submissive bottom was a bad thing. Why was that? Did I think of myself
lower than other men? Why being a sub had that weird depreciative feeling
attached to it? If Dan became one, why wouldn't he be proud of it?

The answer, of course, comes from what he learn as men born into a men's
world. A man should never be submissive to another and so on. But aren't
most of the straight men out there submissive to other men for their whole
lives? Does having a wife and kids change the fact they're bitches for
their bosses, peers, the govern and so on? Is everything then related to
being penetrated in the ass? Why would other people care for what I do of
my own body?

I could see a lot of me in Dan, and probably he did the same to me. I
thought if he tried to be like me, I could get to know more of me in him.

I got back to his apartment with a little plan in mind. I had to do this
based on what I knew about Dan. I knew quite a lot, and that was a big
advantage. Once I heard the guys saying that before turning someone into a
bitch or inviting someone to the club, they'd do an extensive research on
them. I could say I didn't need a research. I knew Dan better than anyone
else.

Dan wouldn't arrive until hours later, as he'd be studying somewhere in the
campus. I gotta say that when I saw him getting into the room, I had
seconds thoughts on what I was about to do to him. But he'd have his way
out. I wouldn't force him into anything.

"Hey, there you are. When I woke up you were gone." Dan smiled.

"Yeah, I got a class very early in the morning today. I didn't want to wake
you up." He started undressing. He wouldn't strip naked before me
though. He'd keep his boxers on. "I saw Brian today." I sounded a little
reticent.

"Oh. Did it make you feel bad or anything?"

"Well, you know that when he paid Chuck, he didn't do it just coz we're
friends, right? Actually, I don't think he has me as a friend at all. He
made it clear to me, he's not in charity."

"Fuck." Dan looked appalled. "Don't you tell me we now owe him."

"Kinda..."

"What you mean, kinda?"

"Do you have the money to pay him back? Will you ever have the time to work
and raise that sort of money? Will you ask your parents for it? You can't
do any of those, right?" I gave him all of the possible options that he
could think of, and I knew he would say `no' to all of them.

Dan sat down. Pale and wordless.

"Owing Brian is way worse than owing Chuck. Brian is a sadist, not a
bully. Trust me, it's way worse." I continued.

Dan brought his hand to his forehead and started thinking. Probably on what
to do now he had Brian to deal with. I was sure it wasn't a good
feeling. No one would want to have to run from Brian, the rich, powerful,
popular, sadist son of a bitch who got all he wanted.

 "I can't, you know that. I was negotiating with Chuck paying a little
every month. Maybe Brian could do the same to me..."

"Forget it. He wanted it now. He'd either have the money or something in
exchange..." I was trying to control where this conversation was going to
by interrupting Dan's train of thought whenever I felt necessary.

"What? Blackmail? Don't tell me..."

I could guess Dan was worried Brian would exchange our debts for sex. That
was the Brian people had in their heads, but Brian wasn't like that.

"No! A sadist wouldn't get off by doing something that simple. Anyway, I
knew you wouldn't be able to afford it, and I knew you couldn't get Brian
following you, coz you gotta other stuff to worry about. So, I just got all
of your debt with him as my own. He accepted it, so you're fine."

"Why did you do that?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Coz I'm your friend. I understand you. Plus, that's something I can do,
and you cannot." I spoke in a slow and moderate way as if to show I wanted
to help him, but that I'd suffer for that. I needed Dan to feel so guilty,
he'd do anything I asked him to. If I could get this much power over him,
I'd be able to manipulate him the way I wanted. I'd probably wrong about
how these transformations worked. I just wanted to give it a try.

"You can't do that..."

"It's already done. Ok? I'm in it already, and I know I can take it."

"What he wants from you? What do you have to do?" Dan seemed very
concerned.

"I... He said... Well, he said I'm not allowed to have sex for as long as I
don't pay him."

"That's it?" Dan didn't sound very surprised. "You can still have sex,
right? I mean, how would he know? He doesn't have a camera here. He's not
following you or anything. Right?" I got that he'd ask `right' because he
did feel like Brian had the means to do all of that.

"I don't think you know Brian and what he's capable of. He knows everything
he wants. I can fool him once or twice, but sooner or later, he'd get to
me. That's how he plays his games. He gets you to be neurotic thinking he
might be watching you. Or that he can show up at any time and catch you in
action."

"And what if he does? What's he gonna do?"

"I don't know. That's the worst part. What can a sadist do? What's the
limit of his sadism? We know he's got a lot of friends everywhere. That his
networking goes beyond our imagination. So, what could he do? Or maybe he'd
do nothing at all, but are we willing to go that far to know it?"

I thought the seriousness of the situation was finally sinking in as Dan
looked at me miserably.

"I can't let you do this. All by yourself against him. I know he has no
limits. He could get your family involved, I don't know..."

"Better mine than yours, right?" I said. Dan had a very complicated
relationship with his father. There was a lot of stuff Dan hid from him,
and Brian would easily get his father to know whatever he wanted. That's
what he should be thinking about now.

"How can I help you? Anything?" Dan said as he realized he needed me. Dan
knew the only option was to leave all the responsibility to me and step
back.

"I thought about this already. If I don't pay my rent, I'll have enough to
pay Brian within a few months. For that, I'd ask you to let me live here
with you."

"Of course. Stay for as long as you need. I can find you space for your
clothes in my wardrobe. It's more than enough for myself alone."

It just happened Dan had two beds in his room. The living room was
separated from the bedroom by a wall. It was a small apartment, but big
enough for one person alone. Two would still be ok. The fridge was a big
one, the kitchen had space for two, and so did the bathroom.

"Thanks, mate." I smiled.

"Please, never thank me. I'm the one who'll always owe you. I don't even
know what to do to pay you. You got that scar on your face for me. Now you
can't even have sex and I'm part of the problem too. I still don't know
what to do, but I'll think of something. Anything to help you. I swear."

That's what I wanted to hear from him. I thought the first part of my plan
had worked quite well and as expected.

On the following day, I called Ted and told him what I've done. He seemed
pleased. He helped me to bring my clothes to Dan's place, when Dan was out
to uni. Ted also said I wouldn't need to worry about my rent, because he'd
take care of that for me. I could live with Dan, but my apartment would
still be there for me if I needed it.

"So, what now?" Ted asked me.

"I'm not very sure yet. I need to know how Dan will react in the days to
come before I plan my next move."

"What do you expect from him now?" I don't think Ted trusted me enough,
which was understandable. I was the new guy in the club. He was the one
with the experience. The one who's done this many times before. I had no
idea how many, but I could say I was far from being the first one.

"I hope he'll be vulnerable enough to let me do with him whatever I
want..."

"Whatever you want? What do you mean? Are you thinking about having him as
your bitch?" Ted squinted.

"No. I'm not into that. As I said, let's give him some time, ok? I'll keep
you updated. I promise."

I was sure Ted didn't think I could turn Dan.

"You're gonna need a top, sooner or later. Two bottoms won't work out. Just
let me know when the time comes, k?"

He was right. I haven't tried fucking anyone; I haven't had anyone sucking
my cock either, but I got it for granted that none of those things
interested me.

Ted left me to my thoughts. I noticed this was the first time since I got
back from my parents that I thought about sex at all. My dick stirred in my
undies. It was still alive. I think that when I stopped thinking that I was
the one fucking, but the one planning on someone else's sex, it took the
pressure I felt over me away. I wasn't cured from my own prejudices, but I
didn't feel guilty for something I didn't understand as wrong.

I was beginning to grasp what Ted and the other guys liked about changing
men into bitches. All of these so-called straight guys turning other guys
was like playing gay without labelling themselves as such. It was a safe
ground where they could give wings to their innermost desires with no
self-judgement. Together in a club, they had the support of other
like-minded people who would not only help but support them in their own
ventures into the unknown realm of same-sex fuck.

Dan came back later that day. I was getting my things into the wardrobe
when I saw him coming in and going to the kitchen. He never did that. He'd
always come in and undress down to his underwear.

"It took you longer today." I wanted to start a conversation.

"Yeah. Got busy doing stuff around." He drank water and went to the
bathroom without talking any further. I was worried as to what could have
happened. Was he pissed at me? I freaked out when I thought he could have
seen Ted coming with me into his apartment. He'd have all the reasons in
the world to be angry at me.

As my thoughts were stumbling over each other, my phone buzzed.

`Come out, BITCH! Gotta talk. I'm in the red car.'

What could Brian want from me? I thought Ted told he something and he got
pissed too. Suddenly, it seemed like everything was getting out of
control. I was doing all wrong.

I went downstairs and found Brian in a red mustang. I didn't even know he
had a car. Well, he could have any car he wanted.

"Have a seat, bitch."

"Why do you need to keep calling me bitch, asshole? Every fucking
sentence..."

"I say what I wanna say, BITCH! Now, shut up and listen."

I did feel like asking him to fuck himself and get out of the car, but
Brian had me in his hands. I didn't know what he could want from me after
making me believe that he'd retrieve till Dan was on his knees before him.

"Something quite unexpected happened today and you need to know." He
continued. I remained silent. "So, your bf came to talk to me today. Can
you believe it?"

"What? Dan?"

"So, you agree he's your bf, bitch?" Brian grinned.

"Shut up. What did he want?"

Brian fixed his hair and smiled. "He came to me to ask me to let you have
sex again. Can you believe it? I didn't even know I had forbidden you. Did
I, bitch?"

"That's something I came up with. I didn't know he'd go after you. What did
you do?" I panicked a little bit.

He smirked. "I thought so. You're smarter than I thought,
bitch. Really. And I rarely compliment bitches. Not even the skilled ones
like you..."

"Can you just say what happened?" I was running out of my patience already,
and Brian knew how to piss me off like no one else.

"Simple, I said you could have sex again if HE decided not to. One dick for
the other. Well, not that you use yours anyway." Briand laughed hoarsely.

"And do you trust him like that? I don't think he'd be able to go without
sex for too long. Dan is always horny like a dog in heat."

"A bitch in heat, bitch. And, course I wouldn't trust him. Just like I
don't trust you. Who do you think I am, bitch?" The smirk grew wider.

"So...?" The suspense was killing me.

"So, I put his clit in a cage, of course. Pure titanium, expensive as
shit. He can try whatever he wants, but that's not coming out without the
key. And I want you to keep the key, bitch?" he offered.

"Why? I thought you didn't trust me."

"I don't. In general. But now that you got a lot to lose, I think it might
be fun to see how far you can leave your friend in heat going crazy while
you, his best friend, keep the key. The question is, will you let the hell
break loose and give him the key, or will you keep up with the plan and let
him fall on his knees before me? I wanna see that."

He took my hand and put the key in it. "Yours now. Take good care coz it's
the only copy and, trust me, nothing will be able to open that shit without
damaging his clit."

"I don't want it. You keep it." I offered it back. I was afraid of what I
could do. I didn't want to have such a power over my friend.

"I don't want it either, bitch. You leave it here and I'll throw it
away. You can give it to someone else though. But it's your
responsibility. If it goes missing, it's all your fault. You got this scar
on your face for protecting him, and he'll lose his clit because of you. Is
it fair? Maybe not. I think I'd never forgive you anyway." That smirk. "Oh,
poor you. I don't think his love for you will last long."

"You're an asshole."

"Bitch, now it's all or nothing. You got him into this shit. If you back
off, he'll know you lied to him when you give the keys back to him. I'd say
the best way to go now, is to go to the end, when he's getting my dick in
his hole, with NO condom, and NO lube. And you're there watching us."

"Hey, you didn't say anything about me being there..."

"I took it for granted. Course you'll be there. That's the grand finale,
bitch. You wouldn't want to miss it."

I bit my lips. I would get back to Brian soon. It was just a matter of
time.

"And don't try to give the key back to him and say that I'm the one who did
it, coz I'll make sure he knows you were the one holding it for all the
time he's locked. If you try to get out of this by using me, I'll turn it
all back to you. Keep that in your bitchy head."

I was still silent. Thinking about the situation I put myself in.

"I'll give you a tip, although I don't think you deserve it. Let the bitch
in the cage for a while. One week will be enough to see him spending his
nights awake staring at the ceiling, touching his balls and humping his
bed. Sometimes, not even three days. Or you can be merciless, and let him
caged without taking any action for a month? Maybe two? By then, he
wouldn't be able to focus anymore. Probably, he'd start failing his classes
and giving up all together. That'd be awful, right? Or you can get him to
learn how to get off by putting stuff into the ass. You'd be a good
teacher, I'm sure. If you need dildos, let Ted know. He's got a full
collection with all sizes and colours." Yet another smirk. "Now, get
out. Unless you want to stay and suck my dick."

"Fuck off, bitch." I got out the car and left him laughing at me. He
started the car and went away.

I couldn't understand how I put myself in this situation. I didn't think it
could get this complicated so fast. I wasn't expecting it. Or was I? I
didn't think I was fully-heartedly into this. I wanted to have one foot out
of the boat in case it sank. Now, Brian had just pulled me entirely into
it, and whether it'd sink or not, it was up to me and my ability to turn
Dan into a submissive bottom.

The fact is that my relationship with Dan was compromised regardless of
what I did next. In any case, I'd have to explain why I lied to him, and
he'd end up being pissed at me. If I could get him to do what Brian wanted,
at least he wouldn't need to work his ass off to pay Brian back.

I walked into the apartment with the key in my hand. That would be the time
to give it to him and ask for his forgiveness.

I found him lying in his bed, trying to read a book. I knew he was not
reading it because his eyes were staring the wall.

"Hey." I said, so he could see I was back.

"Hey. Where were you?"

"I forgot something in the classroom today. A friend just came by to give
it to me."

"What's that?" he asked.

"Nothing important." I answered as I opened the drawer at my side of the
wardrobe and dropped the key under my underwear.

I wouldn't talk to Dan, and he wouldn't talk to me. He didn't want to tell
me he was wearing a chastity device, and I didn't want to let him know that
I knew it. He was embarrassed. I was guilty.

When I woke up on the next day, he was gone. I took a shower and got ready
for a busy morning at uni. During lunch time, I texted Ted. I needed to
talk to someone, and he was my best option. Mark was another one who would
be there for me, but Ted was THE guy to look for if I needed opinions.

In the afternoon, I met with him near the cafeteria. Ted was looking
stunning. I still had a lot to think about, but I couldn't help and not
look at his crotch. Full and heavy. I knew that dick and those balls so
well, I felt intimate to them. My dick stirred once again. Should I feel
bad for feeling like sucking his dick?

"Hey, up here." He pointed at his eyes with his indicator. I took too long
staring at his pants. Ted smiled. What a gorgeous smile. "Getting back to
the horny Andy again?"

"What you mean?"

He sat down beside me. "You're not the first one who's become a bitch and
then freaked out later. It happens all the time. You guys get back to your
previous lives and realize that things you left behind during your
transition are still designed for that straight guy who doesn't exist
anymore. You just can't fit in. Then, we see two types of guys: the ones
who decide to pretend they're straight again, and those who adjust their
realities so they can be who they've become. But here there's only one
outcome. Only those who decide to live on as bitches remain happy."

"Who said I wasn't happy before going to the ranch with you guys?" I asked
trying to understand Ted's rationale.

"You did. You do right now. If you didn't like your new self, you wouldn't
be here talking with me. Deep inside you know I'm right. The old Andy was
sad, and you know that."

I'm not quite sure how sad I was before the ranch. Could Ted and the club's
research about me be more accurate than my own feelings regarding myself?

I changed the topic. I wasn't there to talk about myself, but Dan. I
explained to Ted everything that has happened so far, and he nodded as if
he agreed to everything. Or maybe he had heard the story from Brian
already. He let me finish before intervening.

"I think that's awesome. If Brian got Dan into the device, it makes your
job much easier."

"That's not what concerns me. Can't you see? Once Dan finds out what I did
to him, he'll never forgive me. I don't want to lose my friend."

"He'll forgive you. It won't be a quick process, but he'll not only forgive
you, but also be thankful. In the beginning, he'll be upset, probably he'll
call you names and say a lot of stuff he doesn't really mean. It takes some
time for this information to sink in. But then, they realize how wonderful
their lives became as they appreciate being submissive to other men without
being told to. It's magical really. I'm saying this to you based on all
I've heard from my bitches till now. Guys who once believed to be perfect
straight alpha males that learnt their right place in life. I can say from
my own experience that being an alpha is awesome, but from what I've heard,
being an omega is equally amazing. There's no much difference there. You
may think now that it's shameful to be submissive, but that's your
preconceived beliefs talking. Once you pass this stage, you'll understand
what I'm saying. It's more than magical, actually. It's beautiful. These
guys come to me to say how a real man's body and a good dick are beautiful
and irresistible. They can't live without it. I caught you looking at my
crotch just now. Then I ask you, what's more important to you, the stuff
society put in your head, or your passion for cock? You don't even need to
answer, coz your body's saying it already."

I had a hardon. I could see it through my pants. Ted had that sort of
impact over me. He was the perfect example of an alpha male. He smelt like
alpha. His gestures, his voice, the way he was always comfortable and sure
of whatever he said. Mark was too kind, Brian too arrogant, but Ted was
just perfectly balanced. He was the one who turned me after all.

"Don't worry too much. I guarantee Daniel will still be your friend when
this is all over. I'll make sure of that." He smiled.

"Why Brian had such a power over you guys the other day?" I referred to
what Brian said when we were in Mark's place.

"Brian's helped us to establish the club. He invested a lot of his money in
this. Once then my brother gave him this `vote over all' thing. You see,
everything we decide comes from votes. You need majority to choose who to
turn. With that vote, he was able to turn whoever even if all the rest
voted against it. That's what happened that day. I never thought he'd
actually use that, but he did, and it was his right to do so."

"Can he do that again?" I was still afraid of what Brian could do with such
powers in his hands.

"No. It's done. But take my advice. Give your best to turn Dan and convince
him to ask Brian to fuck him. That's the only way you'll be able to get rid
of Brian."

"I got a few plans already. I'll need a dildo. Brian said you could find me
one."

"Sure. What size?" he grinned.

"Like yours would be perfect."

He laughed. He knew I wanted him.

"Anything else?"

"Then, eventually, I'm gonna need the real thing. I was thinking that maybe
you or Mark could help me with that."

"Nah. Based on my experience you gonna need someone living with you
guys. Someone who you can control. Your situation is quite different from
the others, coz you're not the top. You'll be manipulating both the bottom
and the top. But I'll help you with that. I think I have in mind the
perfect guy for that. He's a soccer player, horny as fuck. We decided to
invite him to the club. For that, we gonna need to turn him into a boipussy
fucker first. I think the perfect pussy for him is Dan's. You see, now that
Dan is in chastity, he'll be horny as hell very soon too. You put together
a horny bitch in chastity and a horny guy without access to chicks and you
gotta kinky sex. It's very simple."

"So, this guy would be living with us?"

"Yeah. Start thinking about how to get Dan to accept someone else living in
his apartment. If everything goes as planned, you'll get to know my guy
very soon. As for the dildo, I'll bring it to you later. Alright?"

"Ok."

"I gotta go. Just go with the flow, ok? You're a PB, ain't you?" That
smirk.

"Course."

I went back to Dan's apartment when the sun set. Ted came over and gave me
the dildo that looked just like his dick. As I said, Ted was THE guy. I
took the dildo back to the apartment and into my drawer.

It took Dan hours to get back. It was normal to get Dan returning late at
night, but the mood was different. His new routine now was pick up his
clothes and go to the bathroom, where he'd shower and change.

Over dinner, we started talking. He seemed less worried than the day
before, but it was obvious he had something huge disturbing him. And I knew
exactly what it was all about.

"I talked with Brian."

He took me by surprise. I didn't expect him to get into this topic.

"Really? What about?"

He took his time. "I had to talk to him about you. It was unfair asking you
not to have sex. And to know I was part of the problem. It wasn't
right. So, I managed to convince him to let you do as you want. I mean,
he's allowing you to have sex again. As much as you want." He smiled
gently.

"How come? It doesn't sound like him at all." I wanted to know how he'd
answer that.

"I don't know either. I think I got him when he was in a good mood. That's
weird, right?"

I wouldn't force Dan into telling me what really happened between him and
Brian, but anyone would know that Brian had never been in a good mood. Not
at least to let something like that go without getting anything in return.

"Gosh, you don't know how happy you made me right now." I didn't have to
fake a smile, because Dan did make me happy with his words. But I had a
plan to follow. "Maybe we could celebrate that."

He was sitting across from me at the table. I got my right foot between his
thighs and then closer to his crotch. Dan held my foot with his hand and
moved back visibly scared.

"No, not there."

"Why not?" I asked.

He got his time again. I don't think he knew what to say. "I made a
promise. You know. I talked to my ma, and she gave me this idea. It's
stupid, I know, but what if it works?"

"What promise?"

"No sex till I finish my last exam. Not even jerk off. Nothing. Dick now is
only for piss. Crazy, I know, but I need to get through these exams, and I
thought it could be a good idea. This way, I can also concentrate more."

"Do you want to concentrate without sex? Do you think that's gonna work?" I
couldn't understand his excuse. Who's the man in our age who'd follow such
a stupid promise? Not even jerk off? Impossible!

"Yeah, why not?" He faked a smile.

"Because when I don't have sex, I get horny. And when I'm horny, I can't
stop think about my dick. And I don't think I'd be able to study if I were
horny. Can you?"

"Of course. I just gotta focus."

He didn't notice he answered me by repeating what I had just said. It
didn't make any sense whatsoever.

"But who'd fuck me? I don't even have an apartment anymore. You'd be
perfect. You could fuck me everyday here. Just quit that stupid promise
already." I had to take him to the point where I wanted him.

"Not happening. Tempting, but not happening." Still that smile.

"Ok. I hate to sound selfish, but what about me then? Can I bring guys to
fuck me here?"

"No. You know I can't let you do that. What if someone we don't know get
here and get us in trouble? There's a lot of stories out there."

That could be a problem if I was to follow Ted's plan, but I'd think it
over another time.

"So, at least, can you help me out?"

"What do you want? I said I'm not having sex with you. I mean, no one,
including you."

"I can get off by myself, but what if you watch me?"

"I didn't know you were into that?"

And I wasn't indeed, but I needed him to desire me. I needed to make even
hornier, and then I'd be able to start changing his mind about a lot of
things, including having another housemate.

"I am. I love when I have an audience. I know you can't jerk off, but you
can think about what you gonna do to me when your stupid promise is over. I
think that will make you study even harder as you think about the sex we're
gonna have if you pass your tests."

I was trying to stop him from thinking about the implications of saying yes
to me. I learnt that with Ted and Brian. Don't give the bitch time to
think.

"Please?" I insisted.

"I don't know..."

"Please, Dan. Give me ten minutes at least. Ten minutes won't hurt. You
just gotta watch me. Ten minutes. Please?"

"Only ten then."

"Thanks."

I wasn't the kind of person who'd say `please' like that, but I had to play
a character when I had a mission to accomplish.

"Before we sleep then." Now it was my turn to grin and see Dan a little
disturbed. He didn't want to get aroused, of course. Dan was the kind of
guy who wouldn't stand a good edging. He liked a good and quick
release. But that had to change.

When he was already in his pjs and on bed, I got into my jockstrap. I
didn't want Dan to see my dick at all. I was afraid that after a few days
into this, he'd start asking to touch it. Anything could happen, I didn't
know for sure. If I managed to make him feel like touching a dick, it would
be someone else's. A top's dick.

I was proud of my lean body. My round and strong butt that I made sure to
point at Dan. The bastard was biting his lips.

"Do you wanna touch it?"

"Na... I..."

"I know you can't jerk off. But you can touch my ass. Think of it as a gift
for when you're done with your stupid promise."

I got myself standing right in front of him. I took his hand in my hand and
placed it on my butt. He squeezed it. Without my pleading, he grabbed my
other cheek with his other hand. I let him play with them for a minute or
two.

"You can lick it if you want." I offered.

"No, thanks." He took his shaky hands away. So far, so good.

I went to the drawers and took the dildo out.

"What's that?"

"A little toy. Well, little is not how I should describe it."

"Fuck." He seemed surprised. "Since when do you have that?"

"It doesn't matter."

The dildo had a suction cup on the base. I plugged it onto Dan's bedside
table and put his lamp on the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, I can't have your dick, right? So, let's pretend this is your
cock. I guess it's about the same size if I can still remember it
well. Don't you wanna show me?"

"No. I can't." Dan was very defensive, but I knew he wanted to play. He was
horny enough already.

"Ok, then. We could play a game then. Every night before sleep, we pretend
we are having sex, and then you let me know what you want me to do with you
cock. But you lost it. Your cock now is not between your legs but here on
the table. Can you imagine that?"

"I don't think so..." Dan was sitting on his bed. He still looked a little
lost.

"C'mon, don't let me play by myself. This will be fun, I promise." I made
an `O' with my fingers and slid my right hand up and down the dildo. "Your
cock is so soft." With my left hand, I played with the dildo's balls that
were quite perfect for rubber. "Your balls are so heavy. Can I suck them?"

"Yeah... I mean... Why not, right?"

"You're so kind to let me play with your balls. Thanks for that."

"It's alright, I guess."

Again, it wasn't me talking. I thought it'd be better if I gave Dan this
feeling of control over me. I had to be very submissive not to scare him
away. Or so I imagined.

I put the rubber sac in my mouth and suck on them for a while. During all
the time, my eyes were locked onto his. He licked his upper lips. His
eyeballs would travel from mine to my mouth and then back to my eyes. He
liked his bottom lips. I dared not to look at his crotch. There wouldn't
have much going on over there anyway. Plus, I didn't want to remind him he
had an actual cock that he couldn't use. That would break the spell I was
having over him.

"Your balls taste so good." My hand was still going up and down the
shaft. I stopped moving my hand when it reached the dildo's head. I
caressed it gently and played with my fingers in the part where the head
meats the shaft. "I know you like when I lick this part over here."

"Yeah..."

"Yeah, what?"

"Lick it."

I liked that. Dan was getting into the game.

"Do you like my mouth in your cock?"

"Dude, you're the best cocksucker in this fucking town."

"Fuck the town, man. I'm the best cocksucker in the universe." I
laughed. He laughed.

I licked the part where my fingers were at. One of my hands went back to
the balls, and the other resumed the shaft stroking.

"I love your precum. It tastes good. And when I leave my mouth over here,
it runs down the head and reach my tongue. But it's even better when I
cover the head with my mouth and get it all right onto my tongue. If you
only knew how good you taste."

"Fuck, yeah. Look at you sucking that dildo."

"Fuck, man. It's not a dildo. This is your cock." I protested. Maybe I
shouldn't sound so authoritarian, but I couldn't help it. It came out
naturally.

"Yeah, yeah. Just fuck your fucking mouth on it, bitch."

I had to let him call me names. I had to. Something was yelling deep inside
of me not to let him, but I just had to.

"Last time, you got it all in your mouth. Can you do the same now?" He was
being quite adventurous for our first time trying this new arrangement.

"Easily. But I'm not done swallowing your juices over here. Dude, if you
only knew. Your pre is a gift."

"Is it?"

"Yeah. I could drink gallons of your nectar. When you taste this good, you
gotta let your bitches savour it."

I think I spoke too much. His hands that until that moment were on his
thighs, moved to his crotch. As soon as he touched the metal cage that
covered his dick, he got back to reality. I could see the ecstasy that had
taken over him fading away.

"Gotta sleep, man. It's late already." Dan said still shaking. I believe
his heart was about to burst in his chest, which often happens with those
who are extremely horny and being edged.

I couldn't think Dan would be able to sleep in that situation, but I
wouldn't argue with him. I had to be patient and wait for another day to
get him back to this.

"Sure thing. I'm getting sleepy myself. G'night."

Dan laid down and turned around to face the wall opposite from me. Although
I confess I still felt guilty for trying to change him like that, I was
happy to see his eyes gleaming as I played with the dildo. He did have a
good time watching me. Probably he was way more comfortable than me when I
pretended I was into exhibitionism, which I was not. I put the dildo back
into the drawer in a way I could get it out easily whenever I needed it.

I woke up earlier than Dan the following morning. I knew he had a terrible
night of sleep. Only if he knew this was just the beginning. I'd have to
buy him a bottle of melatonin or something of the kind, or he'd look
miserable very soon. Ted had texted me a few minutes before. He wanted to
see me again.

After a quick shower and breakfast, I met with him when I arrived at the
gym. We sat on a bench, and I couldn't help my eyes savouring his shape and
perfect physique.

"We voted yesterday. We decided to have the guy I told you about as a
member of the club." He gave me an envelope. Inside, I found pictures of a
fucking awesome dude. The guy should be my age, one year older as I came to
find out later. Tanned skin, eyes that I couldn't tell if they were green
or blue, two deep dimples that made his smile cute and irresistible. He
wasn't big like Ted. Actually, he was not even close to being as strong as
Ted or the other guys. He was fit. I could tell from the photo, he was a
soccer player. The photo was taken from his Instagram page. He was on a
grass field, with his foot on a soccer ball. Hands folded onto the
chest. The second page showed an article at the university's website
announcing Brandon as their future champion.

"His name is Brandon. He's just too perfect to let him pass. He's in one of
the teams that people call `dry bastards.' Dry because they're not allowed
to have sex when they're training for a competition. Their coach, who they
refer to as coach Simpson, believes that sex is not good for their focus
that should be on victory only. They do win many games, so some believe it
does make a difference, but I personally don't think it does. We know
Brandon is constantly horny. We have evidence that he's been seen with a
hardon many times in the lockers. His teammates always make fun of him
because of that."

Ted showed me another picture. "That's the dorm where he's living in
now. I'll get him to move out from there soon. I'm arranging things so he
won't find any other room inside the campus. That's where you come in. I
was thinking it would be a nice idea if you offered your apartment to
him. Since it's empty, he could use that, right? We need to isolate
him. It's much harder to change a guy when he's safe among his friends. It
just doesn't work."

I thought about that for a second. It made total sense to me. That was the
reason why they took me to the ranch after all. Of course! Not that it
mattered, but I was the proof that this plan could work.

"Until now, we'd invite the guys for a meeting, and then we'd try to
convince them over the days by talking with them. Or by getting a few
bitches to show them how a guy's pussy and mouth can be much better than a
chick's. It was ok, but we couldn't get more than 20% of the candidates
into the club. Majority denied us. We think you can help us to get more
guys to join us by persuading them before we actually invite them. So,
basically, that's your job. Get them to enjoy fucking a boipussy, and only
then, we invite them. Do you think you can handle that?"

"How would I know?"

"Let's give it a try then, uh? I'm leaving it to you. You can come with
whatever plan you want. If you need any help, let me know. As I said, get
Brandon to fuck Dan. Teach Brandon everything you know, so he'll convince
Dan to fuck."

"You know it'd be already too hard to convince Dan to let ME fuck
him. Imagine teaching someone else to do that." I couldn't yet cope with
the plan Ted had to me.

"I do that coz I trust you. I saw you coming back from that ranch in a way
I've never seen anyone else before. I couldn't be more proud of you. That
day, I knew you'd be the one. The first bottom to be part of a tops-only
club. I say that because you may be a bottom, but you have the mentality of
a dominant man. I can imagine that right now you still doubt yourself. I
don't know what's happened to you since we came back, but I can guarantee
you that once you put all your body and soul into this project, you'll get
over all of your doubts. It changed me for good. It'll the same to you."

I looked at him still unsure of the words he directed to me.

He smiled and gave me a hug. "Remember, this is not about them. It's about
you."

Ted stood up. "Go and make that bubble-butt of yours even more
appealing. See ya."

I put the envelope he gave me in my backpack and entered the gym. If
turning Dan into a bitch, and Brandon into a dom wasn't enough, I still
wanted to become as strong and big as Brian. It was just a matter of time.

After my training, I looked for Brandon on Instagram and Facebook. He did
like to show off his nice body, but the pictures seemed a little
distant. Very rarely he'd take photos from a short distance. Usually, he'd
be far away playing soccer or socializing with girls. He did have many male
friends, but they wouldn't be too close together. A typical straight man's
fear of being seen as gay, I thought.

I searched for his soccer team club and took notes of his training times. I
walked to the fields in hopes I could see him. I was impressed by the
number of hot guys playing soccer. I got my dick stirring in my pants
again. In the end, I think there's no pressure in the world that can stop
your libido from kicking in. You can be angry at yourself for being who you
are, that's just your ego getting overcome by your own neuroses. Much
deeper, there are other stuff that would never let you be someone who
you're not. I could fuck all of those guys. Easily.

And there he was. Brandon. What a gorgeous specimen. I couldn't believe I'd
be turning him. I couldn't wait for that. His sweat body glistening under
the sun. The body of a male made to fuck. That's how I saw him. He
definitely knew that as well. I couldn't imagine how a dude like that could
go on without sex for so long. That wasn't fair with him. It wasn't fair
with the world.

I watched him during the whole match. I saw he and his friends chatting and
taking selfies. I followed him when he was done. He went to his car. It was
an old one. I don't think he was rich or anything. Gosh, I couldn't wait to
get myself into those shorts.

So, that was the club I was not part of? Fuck, I'd love every second of it.

At night, I was wearing the shorts and old t's that I used to sleep. It was
still early, not even eight o'clock, but I wanted to let Dan know I was
ready for bed. He came into the apartment and walked out of the bathroom in
his pjs. We were talking normally. Probably, he was getting used to the new
weight he carried between his legs.

In bed, he tried to pretend we didn't have an agreement. Well, I don't
think I call that an agreement, but he did say he'd help me out by watching
me. I took the dildo out of the drawer and showed it to him, before he
could lay down.

"Dude, I'm tired of that." He said, almost begging.

"C'mon. Ten minutes. You promised. I tried it without you, but it just
doesn't work. You get your stupid promise, and I'm the one who can't have
relief?" I was almost saying he was the one to blame for my lack of
sex. That wouldn't be true, right?

I got the lamp out of the table again and put the dildo there.

"You can't do that to me. You know how much I love your dick, man. Look at
this. You're so big. It's so juicy and tasty." I got my hands sliding up
and down the shaft again. I could see from his eyes that he wanted this to
proceed.

"You said you like my juices. Is it really good?" he asked.

"You can't imagine. Seriously, you know I've swallowed it before from other
guys, but nothing compares to yours. You gotta teach me how you do
that. You know it has to do with the stuff you eat, right?" I looked into
his eyes.

"I just eat normal. I don't know. How does it taste like?" he seemed more
interested than the day before.

"It's like a thick sweet juice, but it has no particular taste to it. It's
hard to explain, but it's better than any fruit I've ever tasted." I liked
the tip. "And the best part is that this dildo tastes like skin, and it
reminds me how good you taste. That's also something a lot of guys don't
understand. They think that tasting a dick is like tasting your
finger. They can't be more wrong. A dick has its own taste. It's so
different. And it's soooo fucking much better."

"How come?" there he was licking his lips again.

"Just imagine you turning sex into taste. Imagine that all the good
feelings you have when you're fucking could be tasted. That's how dick
tastes. That's nature, I'm sure. That's how chicks and some guys are so
into cocks. Before taste, there's the smell. Pheromones. We can smell it
from meters away. It drags our attention to it. It hypnotizes us. Once
we're hooked, we gotta taste it. Think with me, people suck cock for
thousands of years, and it has nothing to do with reproduction. It's like
nature wants us to suck it. And then the taste of cock takes us to having
sex. These things are interrelated. Cocks have a taste for a reason, and
it's very unique. I just can't describe it. It's one of the best things
I've ever tasted."

I put the head of the dildo in my mouth and sucked on it for a while.

"And you like how my cock tastes?"

"You can't imagine. It's one of the best I've ever tasted." I said as I
retrieved a little bit, so then I could get it back into my mouth.

"You're such a good cocksucker." He let it out. "Try to take more in your
mouth."

I did. But I wouldn't deepthroat. Not yet. I had other plans for that.

"Can't you describe how my cock tastes? Maybe you could say what it tastes
like..."

"I can't. It's different from everything you've ever tasted. And it's
better. It's the best orgasm you've ever had in your life all concentrated
on your tongue. And you can get to enjoy it for hours if you want. And I'm
not even talking about how good it feels to have a shaft sliding in and out
your mouth. Dude, it's amazing. The dick is always pulsing, twitching. It
moves when you contract the muscles of your butt. You can feel the guy's
whole body, his force, his power in his dick. It's all there. Then the
friction it causes when it rubs against your tongue. It's just
irresistible. You want to feel it more, then you press your tongue against
it, and the dick is all you have in your mouth. It's like you become one
with it. And the more you do it, the more you get its juices onto your
tongue, and then you get all together. It's the perfect combination of all
you could wish for."

I don't know where I was getting these words from. They just came out
naturally as I thought of dicks. I sounded honest, because I was telling
all I felt when I sucked a cock. The act per se was still ineffable, but I
tried my best to make Dan aware of how good it could be to suck a dick.

"You really like that, uh?" He'd ask me that all the time. I think it was
still hard to believe a man could enjoy cock so much.

"Dude, it's impossible not to like cock."

"I don't like it." He said defensively, but he didn't sound upset. He spoke
out as if in a trance.

"You must like you own cock, right?"

"Yeah, but that's different."

"It's connected." I was trying to convince him of things he'd never listen
to if in a different situation. "Most of the men in the world like their
own cocks. That's a source of pleasure. They believe that that's what make
them men. You like your cock, so you already like cock in general. It
doesn't mean you'll crave other guys' cocks, but you'll respect
them. That's because this is a feeling that unites men. You must know that
although you're not into other men's dicks, you respect them for their
manhood. And manhood is centered here. Your cock is what makes you a man
and lets you into the manhood club." That's not exactly what I thought, but
it wasn't about me. It was about Dan. "I'm just saying that when you get to
have another man's cock in your hand, like I'm having yours now, you feel
even more masculine. You got in your hand someone else's manhood. It's
yours to do as you please. It's also very hard to explain."

"It doesn't make sense." Dan's legs were shaking. He was sweating. He
looked at the watch. "It's been ten minutes already. Gotta sleep."

"Ok. I hope you can dream about your dick." I showed the dildo to him
before putting it back into the drawer.

"Yeah, right." He scoffed.

I knew I was getting into his head.

I continued doing this with Dan for other four days. The ten minutes he'd
give me every night turned into fifteen, then twenty. I could see he was
becoming increasingly hornier. The amount of questions he'd ask about his
own dick was also increasing. I imagined he wanted to remember through me
what his dick was capable of. Maybe, he was afraid to forget he had a dick
after all.

Ted texted me less than a week after our last talk. He told me Brandon was
looking for a room to rent. That was my lead. Along with the text, Ted sent
me a link with Brandon's classes timetables. I managed to work out a way of
attending my own classes and still having time to meet with him.

On that same day, I saw him lagging behind after lunch as his friends
walked away. That was my chance. I stood before him and extended my hand.

"Hey, I'm And. I believe you're Brandon, right? I was told you're looking
for a room to rent, is that right?"

We shook hands.

"How do you know that?"

"As I said, I was told so. Probably you told someone, who told someone, and
the word got to me. I'm here to offer you not a room, but a whole
apartment." I took a seat next to him.

"How's that so? I don't have money for a whole apartment. I need to share a
room."

"I'm on an internship program within the university's lodging center. It's
a new program we're developing here. We select our best athletes and offer
them an extra comfort, if you know what I mean. I got your information from
the university' website as you made the news last month for exceling in
sports. I think they were talking about you, right?"

Ted taught me to not let the bitch think. Just throw all the info you've
got and don't let them breath. Thinking is your worst enemy in cases like
this.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Great. Listen, this is a new program we have over here. It's not even
official yet, so I need to ask for you discretion. No one should know about
this now, because we don't want other athletes coming to us and requiring
the same treatment we're offering you. Do you understand?"

"I think so."

"Nice. I'll be offering you an apartment off-campus, one bedroom, kitchen,
laundry, bathroom all included. Furniture's also included."

"How much?"

"No charges for as long as you bring us trophies. The more you get us, and
the more comfort we offer you. Does it sound fair?"

"Wow. I can't believe it. I'm a lucky bastard after all."

"Can we count on your discretion?"

"Of course." He smiled widely. "When can I move in?"

"Today, if you feel like it."

"Wow, sure. Can I see the apartment first?" he asked. That smile made my
cock hard. I so wanted to turn him into my top bitch. When I thought of
Brandon fucking Dan, I almost came in my pants. Two gorgeous men like those
fucking without boundaries.

"There's a bus..."

"No need. I got a car. Just show me where it is."

I smiled. That was great. I barely knew the guys and he invited me into his
car already.

Brandon's response to my approach made me sure of one thing: he was a very
naïve bitch. He didn't ask me for credentials, he didn't ask for my
boss's number to confirm my association with the university, he didn't even
know my full first name. And despite all of that, he was willing to give me
a ride to a place he didn't know anything about. I could very easily take
him to a session of forced sex in my apartment, then take some compromising
pictures and blackmail him for as long as I wanted. It would make all so
much simple. But... naaaah! Not fun.

He took me to his corolla, model beginning of the times. It smelt like
dried cum on cheap fabric. I wondered why, but it certainly didn't gross me
out to take a seat. I was still excited to be driving with Brandon. What a
fucking stud!

I guided him to my apartment, and we got in. He was speechless. I did have
a good place. My dad could be a nasty homophobe, but he was a good dad. At
least, if he didn't imagine he had a cocksucker for son.

"So, do you like it?" I asked knowing the answer already.

"If I like it? Fucking Geez, dude! This is a.m.a.z.i.n.g. I didn't even
know uni had apartments like this one here."

"They're buying them now. It's really a new program as I told you before."

He came out of the bathroom as he finished his inspection. "And this whole
shit for free?"

"Yep. But there are two conditions. I know I told you the first one, but I
don't think I mentioned the second one." I pretended I was a little short
of memory.

"And what's that? Nothing can be too much when I get to get this fucking
place all for myself and for free!" He was laughing.

"Coach Simpson is your coach, right?"

"Yep!"

"So, we have to respect his terms and conditions. And the university has
its own conditions too. In this case, they get to be quite the same. First
of all, the university doesn't allow the consumption or use of any material
that is considered pornographic."

"What does that mean?" Brandon asked not so happy anymore.

"Well, this apartment belongs to the university, so I gotta say that under
no circumstance you're allowed to bring or consume pornographic material
here. There are inspections that take place and some of them are
unannounced. If we get porn in this apartment, you'll be kicked out
immediately."

"So, no porn, uh? What about my phone?"

"The same goes for your phone. Inside this apartment that's not allowed."

"Alright. What else?" It seemed quite easy, but I knew it wasn't finished
yet. It's obvious he was thinking of ways to break the rules already.

"Coach Simpson is clear when he says his team cannot, under no
circumstance, have any sort of intercourse. Well, between us, it means no
sex. You know that already, right?"

"Yeah, but that's when we're in competitions..."

"True. I know you respect that rule, so that's one of the reasons that made
us choose you to start this program. In order to respect the rules, I'll
have to come here everyday to check on you. You'll have to be here every
night at eight. If you're not, I'll get in and do my job regardless. If I
find any sign of pornography, you won't be allowed into this apartment
anymore. I won't be able to even allow you here. Your stuff will be put at
the door, in the street. If we get to know you're making out with a chick,
the same is gonna happen and you'll lose your position in the team, and
your scholarship. So, you have to take this seriously. I know it's a lot to
take, so I can give you time to think about it."

"Dude, not even if I wanted, I'd get somewhere to live in such a short
notice. But I don't know about all this shit. Let's just say I get in here,
but then I move out if I find another place somewhere else."

"The thing is you must sign your contract and that will force you to stay
here for as long as it takes. You gotta make a decision now."

Brandon was thoughtful.

"I mean, take a good look around you. I know how the rooms in the lodges
are small and crammed with people. You gotta let this all go just because
you can't have porn inside? You can't have sex, but you may still throw a
party or two."

He was looking around again.

"Try the bed. I assure you won't find anything as comfortable as that
anywhere in campus."

He went to the bedroom and took his time laying on my bed. Only then, I
remembered I had a poster of a naked woman behind my door. Once he was out,
I carefully untapped it, folded and put it in my pocket.

"Let's be honest. You're taking it. We should celebrate." We smiled to each
other.  I got two bears from the fridge and gave him one. "Here you go."

I sat down on my couch and he followed suit.

"You won't regret it. This place is a gem."

"I think so." He took a sip.

"So, for how long are you studying here? What's your major?"

I got Brandon talking. He was a nice guy. Usually, I'd think someone as
handsome would be a total dick, but that was not the case. He did sound
naïve though. He spoke like someone who had near to no experience
regarding the perks of life. He was an athlete, he had his share of
pussies, but everything sounded too vanilla to me. The kind of joke of
someone who'd eventually find a woman to bang. Then she'd get pregnant,
he'd need to find a job and give up on his career. After that he'd probably
find a mistress, complain about life, yell at the kids and become normal. I
genuinely expected more from him, although I barely knew the guy. He had
another beer, and I had my share too.

I gave him the key to the apartment. He was allowed to move in whenever he
wanted.

"I'm coming tomorrow." He announced.

"Great. I'll come at night to see how everything's going."

On the next night, I showed up at eight o'clock. I came straight into the
apartment, without announcing myself. When I opened the door, Brandon was
startled.

"What the fuck?" he was comfortably accommodated on my couch wearing just
soccer shorts. Instant hardon.

"Sorry, it's part of my duty. I brought the paperwork you have to sign."
I'd asked Ted to prepare that for me. It said, among other stuff, that he
was bound to that contract. In case of breaking any of the rules, he'd have
to pay great sums of money. It said I'd be coming for inspections every
night, how porn was forbidden in any way including any mobile equipment,
and how he wasn't allowed to have sex in the property whenever I said he
shouldn't.

I gave it to him, and he read it out loud from beginning to end. When he
got to the part where it controlled his sexual life, he complained.

"As I told you, I'll be following the university and you coach's
rules. I'll just be making sure you're doing what you already do for your
team. Not much."

He sighed.

"Sorry about that. I wouldn't mind letting you go without signing anything,
but that's business. You have to understand my situation too."

"Of course. This has nothing to do with you. It's just the whole thing."

"One more thing. When I come to inspect the apartment, I'll need you to
wait outside as I do the job. It won't take long, but you can't stay here
watching me. Once I'm done, you can come back in. It won't take long, I
assure you."

Brandon signed the papers and handed them back to me.

"Great. So, do you want a beer? I brought a few cans here with me."

That would become my new routine. As the sun set, I'd come to my apartment
to check on Brandon. He'd wait outdoors in the corridor as I looked
around. I knew he'd never let anything happen. I didn't see him as a
cheater. But that could change as time passed by, so every now and then,
I'd do a proper inspection. Every time I finished, he'd come back in and
we'd drink a beer and talk. We were becoming friends. He was trusting me
more and more. That was great.

After that, I'd then spend about half an hour with Dan and the dildo. Those
ten minutes that turned into twenty were now closer to thirty. I could
sense how nuts he was becoming as he couldn't cum for more than a week
already. I did feel guilty, but my obsession in turning him and Dan were
taking over me. First, I thought it did me good because of the power I
felt. But then I thought it better. I liked it because controlling these
two guys made me forget a little bit about my own situation. Brian was not
annoying me any longer. I felt free. I felt like I was someone else.

Ted did tell me the things he'd go through when turning someone. I was
experiencing that, and it was just amazing. But deep inside, I knew I
wasn't coming to terms with myself. I was just keeping my problems aside as
I expected them to solve by themselves. Something told me it wouldn't
happen. Sooner or later, I'd have to face them all. I just didn't know how
nor when.

I waited until the preparations for Brandon's next championship start, to
get my plans rolling again. At this point, I had got Brandon to trust
me. He was already completely open about his life. He'd tell me his secrets
and laugh about the stories I invented about my sexual life with a whole
bunch of chicks. The inspection process was almost automatic. I'd get in
the apartment – by then he'd leave the door open for me – and he'd
get out to let me to my `duties'.

As for Dan, he was becoming less worried about verbalizing his thoughts. I
got back home that night to find him waiting for me. He was wearing his
pjs. I could see he was restless, shifting his weight on the couch as if
trying to adjust his body to his metal cage.

"Do you want me to watch you?" he asked.

That was the first time he asked me that.

"Oh yeah. I'll just shower and have something to eat."

"Ok." He didn't seem like someone who was willing to wait, but at this
stage, I'd have to keep him on the leash.

I took my time showering and then eating dinner. I thought Dan would
explode, but he kept his shit together as I expected. I could imagine how
crazy this whole thing was being to him. That's how things should be.

I went to the room and undressed. I got my jockstrap on and got the dildo
onto the table again. Dan took a seat on his bed. His hands were shaking in
anticipation.

"Suck the dick, bitch. Please. Start with the balls." He begged.

I thought it was time to move one step further into his transformation. He
was more than ready for that.

"Do you remember what you do with your hands when I suck on your balls?"

"I don't know. I leave them behind my head?"

"No. You jerk off. I keep sucking and you jerk off slowly."

"Yeah, that's right." He seemed anxious for action.

"Why don't you jerk off now?"

If I had asked him this question a week ago, he'd shut down and sleep. But
not now. Now he wanted action. I think he believed he could cum from
watching me. From actually believing that that dildo was in fact his dick.

"I'm not..."

"I mean jerk off your dick over here." I invited as my hands were moving up
and down the shaft.

"No way. I'm not touching that." He despised the dildo as if it was utterly
disgusting.

"Why not? This is your cock. Why can't you touch it?"

"That's not my cock, dude."

"When was the last time you touched your hard dick? From the things you say
and from what I can tell, you don't even get hard anymore." I was being
bold saying things like that to him. Based on the things he told me before,
that would be a mood killer for him. However, I wanted to test his
limits. How horny was Dan? Horny enough to remind him of his caged dick and
still have his attention?

"I just can't touch myself. I told you that." He was still there with me,
which was a good sign.

"Yeah, the stupid promise. But you didn't say anything about touching your
other dick. This one here." I got my hands moving rhythmically up and down
the long dildo's tube. I got his eyes to stare at my moving hands and the
dildo.

"I told you already. That's not my dick. I ain't touching that shit."

"It's ok, dude. You don't need to panic. I'm saying that because when I was
in the ranch, the guys didn't let me touch my dick either. I couldn't
masturbate. I couldn't cum."

"Really? What did they do to you?" I could tell from the way he stared me
that he wanted to know whether the guys locked me as Brian did to him.

"They just asked me not to. I know how hard it is. After a day or two, I
was going mad. Aren't you?"

He swallowed hard. "It's ok."

"Maybe it's ok, but I can tell you're not very comfortable either. I'm just
trying to help you. Fuck, when I hear you talking you make me feel like I'm
trying to harm you or sum'thin."

"Sorry, that's not my intention. This has nothing to do with you."

"I know, but we're best friends, and I wanna help you. That's all." I
smiled at him, he smiled back shyly. "Listen, we don't need to do this at
all, if you don't want to."

"No, it's alright. Just keep doing the things you do every night."

"I can totally do that, but I know this is just keeping you more and more
horny. Will you just listen to what I have to say then? Without judgment?"

Dan was being driven by his hormones already. He nodded. The game had
changed. It wasn't me asking him to watch me, but he begging me to keep
playing. This was enough to keep me pushing his limits.

I resumed my stroking. His eyes were back to the dildo.

"Trust me on this, ok? I've been in your shoes before, I know what I'm
talking about." I continued, hoping he wouldn't interrupt me again. "One of
the worst parts of not jerking off has almost nothing to do with
orgasm. That's what most of us get wrong. Men can be very dumb
sometimes. Most of us think that orgasm is all that matters. That's stupid
and wrong. After my time in the ranch, I learned this. What we miss is not
only the orgasm, but the feeling of manhood. When we touch our hard cocks,
we get that feeling of power. A hard cock is a reminder of our roles as
men. When you forget what it feels like, you lose your essence. You become
miserable, unhappy. That's how I've been trying to help you all this time
since you told me about that stupid promise. As time goes by, you'll feel
worse and worse till you lose all your drive. You won't be able to study
nor concentrate anymore. Of course, eventually your blue balls will beg for
release, but you can get your stamina back if you could at least touch your
hard dick. It helped me a lot, and I'm sure it'll help you as well. That's
all I want, dude. To help you. Honestly."

Dan was thoughtful. It's difficult when you have a secret you can't tell
under no circumstance. I remembered that the guys wouldn't save words when
trying to get me thoughtful like that. When we dive into our thoughts,
we're one step closer to giving in. That's the consideration stage. We may
think, `is he right?' or `what if he is right?' Don't take it for granted
though. It doesn't necessarily mean they fell for it.

"I'm not asking you to touch this dildo coz I think you're a fag as you may
be thinking. Probably you're thinking I am the fag, and not you..."

"No, dude. I'm not thinking that. I swear..."

"Good. What I want from you is simple. Just put your hand around this dildo
and remember what it felt like to have your own hard dick in your hand."

I took his right hand and slowly brought it to the dildo that stood like a
monolith atop the bedside table. Dan allowed me, maybe because a dildo is
not that scary. It's just rubber after all.

I closed his hand around the shaft and kept my hand holding it there.

"Close your eyes, mate. Do you remember how your cock feels like?"

Dan did as I suggested and, after a few seconds, grinned. "Kinda. Dude,
it's fantastic how this shit feels real. You can feel the skin."

"I know. It's almost the same. You know, hard inside but soft outside. I
agree, it's really amazing."

My hand guided his up and down the shaft, mimicking masturbation.

"Now, try to focus and imagine this is in fact your own dick. I know it's
not easy but give your best."

"It's weird, man. I don't think I can do that."

"Just give it a try. It won't hurt."

Dan frowned. He concentrated.

"Open your eyes." I decided to try something else. "Do you remember this?"

I put the balls in my mouth while my right hand played with the dildo's
head.

"Yeah, you do it like a pro."

"Just focus and remember how it feels like."

I could see he was slowly getting into this new dynamic. "I loved when you
suckled on the head."

"Like this?"

I was totally opened to suggestions. Getting Dan to say what he wanted from
me was more than I could expect from him at this stage.

I worked my mouth on the dildo's head, and Dan let a moan escape. The bitch
was gradually getting into this. I let go of his hand as it was now working
on the dildo on its own. Dan, with his other hand, he grabbed me by the
hair and tried to fuck my face with the dong.

"You got such a warm mouth, And. No wonder Brian wanted to turn it into a
pussy. No offense, ok? But it feels better than anything I've ever tried
before."

I forced my head out of the dildo, so I could talk. "Few your balls,
man. Like you always do."

"Yeah..." He cupped the dildo's balls with his left hand, as the right was
still on the shaft. "Even the balls are so real, no wonder you like this
thing so much. It feels even warm in the hand. That's amazing."

Well, it felt warm because we were holding it for a while already. I got
myself in full sucking mode and made sure to let out all those slurping
sounds that good blowjobs demand. It had to be wet, dirty, it asked for
spit running down the shaft from my mouth onto his hand. He'd spread the
saliva on the shaft and ask for more.

I knew we were playing for a while and it got to me that I'd have to get
back to my plan.

Unannounced, I quickly stood up. Dan was looking at me puzzled, as if
trying to understand what I was up to.

"More than thirty minutes already, dude. Gotta wake up tomorrow. Let's just
sleep now, ok?"

He looked surprised and even sad, I'd say.

"Oh, sure."

"Can you put it back in the drawer for me? I need to piss."

"Yeah..." he sounded disappointed. I hated to leave him like that, but I
had no choice. His training demanded that.

I took my time away to text Ted. I needed to talk to him again. Next
morning, he confirmed.

When I was back in the room, Dan was laying down on his bed, thoughtful,
staring at the ceiling. I let him to his thoughts and fell asleep.

Next morning, I rushed to meet with Ted at the gym door. I wondered why he
wasn't asking me to suck him off anymore. He wouldn't even grope his crotch
as he used to. My playing with Dan and Brandon had got all of my spare time
away, but it was getting me back into horny mode and there was no one to
put down my fire. Suddenly, I felt like I was part of the manipulation,
although I was the doing it all. Was I?

I told what Dan and I have been doing and how I put the dildo he gave me to
use. Ted laughed.

"You remind me this story my brother told me a few years ago. This bitch
who got to crave a dildo so much he wouldn't let it go for anything in the
world. He'd even put it in a bag and walk around with his hand holding it
tight as if his life depended on that. When I heard that, I couldn't
believe it. But it was true. I came to know the guy, and he told me
everything. That was simply genius. My brother is amazing. Shame you don't
know him yet."

"So, I'm not the first one to use a dildo to turn a guy?"

"Not at all."

And I thought I was doing something out of the box.

"So, what do you need now?" he asked me in a friendly cosy way.

"Do you know of any drug that keeps a guy constantly horny? I don't mean
Viagra..." I remembered the Viagra they made me believe I was taking in the
ranch. "I want something that keeps you horny constantly even if you
cum. Viagra's effect doesn't last much, if you catch my drift."

"Sure. Yeah, I've got quite a few of those. Anything in specific?"

"It'd be better if it was liquid. I'll be mixing it with water and can't
leave any traces in the bottle."

Ted laughed. "You're becoming something else, ain't you? To think that a
few weeks ago you were the one all horned up coz you thought you were
taking Viagra yourself."

I laughed, but maybe, I shouldn't. Somehow, I still felt that what these
guys did to me wasn't nice at all. But, as they say, the show must go on.

"What's the plan for Brandon?" Ted asked me.

"I've been watching him on his Instagram. I got a few ideas about
that. I'll give it a try tonight. Probably, I'm gonna need your help with
that too."

"Just let me know, and I'll do my best to help."

That same day, Ted gave me a lift to Brandon's place. On the way, he handed
me a small flask with a transparent liquid inside. "How much of this do you
need?"

"Everyday I'll need one flask. Can you do that?"

"I don't know what your plan is, but whoever drinks this everyday will go
mad. Be careful."

"I'll see how it goes, then I decide on what to do next. That's what you
guys do, right? Action and reaction?"

"Smart ass."

Ted dropped me by Brandon's and I went to his apartment, which was in fact
mine, but that doesn't matter.

The door was open. Brandon was in the kitchen cooking eggs. Shirtless as
usual, wearing only his soccer shorts that left very little to imagination.

"Hey, dude." He saluted me. "I'm finishing over here. Give me just a sec,
k?"

"Sure."

He knew I needed him out of the apartment for the `inspection'. He left his
cooked eggs on a plate and stepped out of the apartment to leave it to
myself. I closed the door and went to the fridge. I had seen it
before. There was a bottle of water that would always be either full or
nearly empty, which indicated he'd drink from there.

I got the flask Ted gave me from my pocket and poured it inside the water
bottle. Once I was done, I opened the door and invited Brandon back in.

"Do you wanna eat anything?"

"No, I'm good."

I let him have a few bites before getting back to our talk.

"I noticed you have an Instagram account. You've got quite a few photos
there. You must like it a lot, right?" I got a beer out of my backpack and
handed him another one.

"Yeah. I think nowadays a soccer player is nothing without one of those. I
was reading Cristiano Ronaldo makes tons of money with this. Well, I
decided to give it a shot. It doesn't hurt, right?"

"Sure it doesn't." I took a sip. "But you don't have many followers. And
they pay based on how many people you've got watching your posts."

"I feel ya. I'm trying to get more followers, but don't know what to do."

"I think I could help you with that. I mean, I've been studying how this
works. I thought that maybe we could help each other. I get you the
followers, and I get a case. If we succeed, you get the money for the
postings, and I get the credit, which in the end may get me a job or
something."

"Wow, really? Would you do that for me?" he sounded very open to the
idea. I loved the way he'd say `wow' when he was excited about something.

"Yeah. We got nothing to lose, right? It can't get any worse anyway. I
mean, you got less than two hundred followers, and most of them are your
friends. I'm sorry to say, but your page is kinda meaningless."

"I know! Do you know what to do?" Another bite, another sip.

"I may have one idea or two. But I'll need your full commitment to my
plan. And your trust. But I assure you that you're gonna get thousands of
followers by the end of the month."

"No shit!" he laughed. "Well, if it happens, I'll do whatever you say."

`Done!' I thought. So, let the second part of the plan I had for him begin.

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End of chapter 25.

So, we got two transformations taking place at the same time, and a third
one running on the background as Andy gets to decide how much he's willing
to sacrifice in order to accept who he's become. I hope I'm leading it
well. Let me know what you think.

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