Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2021 06:31:18 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: Ranchs bitch - part 26

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Ranch's Bitch – chapter 26

I was trying to change two guys. I needed to manipulate them if I wanted to
stop Brian from chasing me. I should make two straight guys have sex with
each other. The hot soccer player Brandon would be the total top who would
fuck my friend Dan mercilessly. They should not only agree to that, but
they also had to be the ones having the idea and getting addicted to
it. Brandon would become another member of the straight-to-bitch club,
whereas Dan had to ask Brian to fuck him. I had a sketch of a plan in mind,
but it's never easy to manipulate people. We can't control their reactions
and every time something didn't go as imagined, I had to readjust my
strategies.

I started working for Brandon as a marketing specialist. I had a basic idea
that was simple: I'd get Ted to find followers for our Brandon. I imagined
the number of followers, likes and comments would do the trick. Brandon
wanted to be famous and recognized. He believed soccer would give him the
fame he so avidly longed for, but I don't think he cared that much for
sports. The means to achieve his goals wouldn't matter as long as he got
people to love him.

I studied Brandon. He used to spend hours on his social media answering
followers and following them back. He liked every single comment and loved
it when the chicks sent messages to praise his stunning beauty. He was so
vain sometimes. But he was also naïve and that suited him. I was used to
seeing hot guys being snobbish son of bitches, so when I got to see a guy
who didn't know the potential of his looks, I empathized. Brandon could
fuck whoever he wanted, but he chose not to. His coach believed sex
distracted the players and demanded abstinence. I didn't think Brandon's
teammates would obey such an order, but Brandon did. Well, not entirely,
but mostly. There was a chick giving him head, but I'd make sure to
interrupt their deal.

One day, I was in his apartment, working on his Instagram when I decided to
tell him one thing that was becoming quite obvious: the tent on his
shorts. Since I started dropping sexual stimulants in his water, he became
increasingly horny and it was showing.

"That's so embarrassing." He did have a cushion on his lap while we
talked. "Is it really visible? I'm using compression undies..."

"Maybe not. I think I noticed coz I'm seeing so many pictures of you, it's
becoming a pattern." I couldn't let him think I was paying attention to his
crotch. I needed him to be sure I was 100% straight.

"For a few days now, I'm having this boner 24/7. It doesn't matter how many
times I jerk off, my dick's always hard. Do you think there's something
wrong with me? Should I talk about this with my coach? When I use the
lockers, I got to hide not to be seen, but still... Guys are calling me
woody..."

"Oh, really?" I laughed.

"Is that fun?" He sighed.

"Hey, relax. I told you this already. This only means you're healthy and
full of energy. You're better than all of your mates." I then decided to
move one step further. "Actually, I think this would be great for your
Instagram."

"What? My boner?"

"Yeah. You'd be surprised if you knew how many followers you could get if
we posted photos that focused on your bulge."

"No way, man..."

"I'll try..."

"Please, don't. People will laugh at me." Brandon left the cushion behind
and sat by my side. The bulge was impressive. The hard tube pressed against
his upper leg.

"You promised you would let me do whatever I wanted. And I promised I'd
give you followers, right? Just one photo."

"Which one?" He was looking at the phone in my hands.

I showed him one photo where he had his arms stretched behind his
teammates' backs in a typical team picture. For some reason, his t-shirt
was stretched above his navel, and his bulge was obvious. Anyone who seen
that picture would be able to see the guy had a boner.

"That's the worst."

"Do you wanna bet I'll double the number of followers with this one? If I
don't, I delete it. Trust me, people forget stuff like this very fast." He
was still watching the phone. "If I win, I'll never show you the pictures
I'm posting again. You'll trust me completely."

"If you say so." He was certain he'd be demoralized by his mates. And I
knew for sure I would not only double his followers but probably give him
ten times the current number.

Once I left the apartment, I called Ted and asked him to find as many
followers as possible for our target. He opened Brandon's Instagram and
sounded pleased.

"That looks fun." He was amused.

"Hey, actually, I wasn't planning this, but do you have a few minutes I can
borrow? I'd like to talk with you." My insecurities needed easing, and Ted
was the guy who could help me.

"Yeah, sure. I'm at diner's hall. We could catch up and have a milkshake or
something. Can you come over?"

I didn't want to go all the way to campus, but I needed that.

Ted was talking with his friends when I arrived. Brian wasn't around, but
Mark waved at me from the corner. What a bunch of hot friends Ted had. He
came to me in white shorts and a tank top.

"Hey, bud. Let's go for that milkshake." He put his arm around my neck. It
didn't feel like a guy showing his dominance over another, just friends
hanging together. Did I want him to dominate me instead? I think I was
missing the ranch for reasons I couldn't describe.

We sat down facing each other. Ted smiled a lot. His life seemed so fun and
intense. Mine wasn't as interesting by far.

"So, what's bothering you?" He asked me.

"I feel you guys are avoiding me. You, Mark, and Brian. Did I do something
wrong?" I couldn't look him in the eyes.

"Not at all. Listen, we like to let our bitches free once the process is
over. You can do whatever you want... Well, you not so much since you're in
the club now. But this has nothing to do about you or something you've
done. You're still free to go out and fuck whoever you want."

"But I wanted you to..."

"It doesn't work that way. I definitely want to fuck you again, but I try
not to turn this into a routine. We ain't dating, right? I don't want you
to misunderstand this."

"No, I know. Of course not." I stuttered. The word `dating' was a little
too strong. I didn't want to date him either. Did I? This was so confusing.

"I'll fuck you again. And many others will, but take this time to
understand yourself better, ok? We got plenty of time." He shook me by the
neck. He liked to hold his bitches by the neck, and I still considered
myself as one of his sluts. "Hey, relax, uh? With an ass like yours, you'll
get a lot of dick. And I mean a lot! Do you miss being our bitch?"

I didn't know what to say. My silence was revealing.

"You do, uh? I don't think you're a power bottom after all. Maybe being a
power bottom was just a defence? A personality you made up so you could
deal with your new self?" Ted was reading me. "Or maybe that guy still
exists within you, but your old self doesn't want the new one to take
over?"

"I don't know..." I was being honest. I used the straw to suck the
milkshake into my mouth. Ted grinned.

"I don't know either. You're the first one who turned out to be a PB under
my watch. Usually, the others learn they love to take dicks in their asses
and become tamed pussies, but you... I don't know. There's something about
you that's definitely different from the others. That's why you're in the
club now."

I considered smiling, but I didn't want to look complacent. I had a
problem, and I trusted Ted to help me solve it. He must have noticed that I
wasn't just horny. It had something to do with my nature, which had been
sublimated for too long, but now was exposed like a fracture. We were still
to understand what that time at the ranch had done to me. What had I
become? From what I could get, I was the first one with whom Ted spent his
time after fucking. Probably, he didn't know what was happening to me
either.

"Tell you what," he continued, "why don't you put your hand inside my
shorts and feel my cock once again? Do you want that?"

"Here?" I wanted that, but I didn't want others to know or see such an
obscenity. Before anything, I cared for my image (as if anyone gave a shit
about it).

"Yeah, why not? No one's gonna see if that's your concern." Ted left his
arm behind the back of my neck as casual as possible.

"Someone might..."

"Let's say someone sees us. Ok, that's possible. Would you prefer to run
the risk and hold my warm cock, or keep yourself safe with your hands on
the table? Sometimes, you have to choose. Does the public opinion matter
that much to you?"

"People can feel offended, you know."

"It's not like you're sucking my cock. You're just putting your hand inside
my shorts. No one will notice. Are you doing it or not?"

I didn't want to think too much. I couldn't afford that. I felt the air
leaving my lungs slowly and, with the same speed, my left hand found the
elastic of Ted's shorts, then his underwear, his pubes, and his cock. It
was still there. How I missed his dick. When I touched it, I felt a spark
that I was afraid was gone. No, it wasn't. What a relief!

"How do you feel? Better?" He asked me.

"Yeah, but I shouldn't feel like this, right? I'm a man, Ted. This ain't
right."

Involuntarily, I started pumping his cock like this was only natural. I
wanted to feel it hard in my hand once again.

"All bitches get to this point where they think we destroyed their lives
when we convinced them to suck dicks and take cock in their assholes. They
think we made them gay. They couldn't be more wrong. We don't want to make
anyone gay. Being a bitch has nothing to do with being gay. We only want to
show to guys like you that there are levels of friendship and brotherhood
that only sex can offer. I bet you've never bonded with anyone else like
you're bonding with me now. You have me in your hands, Andy. You have me in
your body from the moment you swallowed my jizz. It's just incredible how
intimate we've become."

I felt his dick hardening in my hand and, I gotta say, that was magical.

"And bitches are the best way to connect brothers. When we shared you at
the ranch, Mark, Brian, and I were getting closer to each other too. And
you were making it happen. What you miss about the ranch is not the dick
you were getting. Well, you might miss that too, but not only that. You
miss the peace and the feeling you were the one providing that to us. And,
only bitches can do that. Never women. Chicks don't bring men together. On
the contrary, women put us apart. That's animal instinct. Male animals have
been fighting since the beginning of times over female. It's always the
same shit. All those animals fighting to know who's the strongest, the most
attractive, the most colourful..."

It was so easy to listen to Ted. I'm relaxed when I'm with him coz I know
he's not judging me. His hard dick in my hand that is slowly jerking him,
and nothing seems to be a big deal. Just natural like two buds should
be. Indeed, I couldn't feel so intimate with any of my friends like I did
to him. This is what friendship meant, and most men die without
understanding it.

"Do you think we'd have such a nice time in the ranch if we had invited a
chick to come along?" He continued. "Even a bunch of chicks? Impossible!
The four of us would be fighting to see who'd get to fuck who, and imagine
how bad we'd feel if we hadn't fucked at all? Basic instincts strike and
suddenly we don't want to fuck only one, but two or three. In the end, I
have them all and you got nothing. Then you start hating me and that's
it. But bitches are different. We don't need to fight for you. You're
available to all of us equally. That's your role and you know that."

"Once you understand this role of yours, you'll feel so much better about
everything. I know it ain't easy, coz you got to reshape your whole life to
let it happen, but that's what this time we give you is about. Only you can
make this happen."

Ted's cock was now fat and large in my hand. I started jerking him as this
was only natural to me. I liked to use smear the precum around the head
with my thumb whenever I felt it running down my index finger.

"And how did you know about me? Why did you choose me? And why Dan? And
Brandon?" I asked.

"Once I saw you checking yourself in the mirror, and you took a few seconds
on your ass. That was just a sign. I've been thinking about fucking you for
a while coz you got a bubble-butt that must be fucked. If it weren't me,
it'd be someone else in the future. It's just not possible to have an ass
lie yours and don't be fucked."

"It can't be..."

"It is. I'm telling you. I could've done this before, but I preferred to
watch you first till I thought about the best approach for you. I
considered working on Dan before doing you, to be honest. I thought it'd be
easier to have him in the club, so he could help me with you. But I changed
my mind. I realized it'd be easier to work with you first and then do
him. I considered him for two reasons: one, he was dating Denise the bitch;
second, I've seen him looking at your ass for a while. He wanted to fuck
you for almost two years. Probably, he himself didn't know that, but I
did."

"And Brandon?"

"We invite a lot of guys to the club because we need something from
them. Usually, we want two sorts of resources, it's either money or
information. We also need baits, you know, good-looking guys who would make
straight guys turn their heads to check them. Brandon is a good-looking
dude who happens to have a lot of precious info we could use. I bet he
could give us a list of potential bitches we could turn. After so long
playing soccer and walking naked with boners in those lockers, he must have
seen guys staring at him, but pretended nothing happened. I want that
list."

"It doesn't work with everyone, right?" I couldn't hold it anymore. I
brought my precum-drenched finger into my mouth and let it rest on my
tongue. Ted didn't react. I did it twice before stroking his cock again.

"It does."

"I doubt it. You would never change my brother, for example."

"I can. Others have failed, but never me. Anyone I want. There are those
who are harder to change, but whoever I pick will be turned. When you say
your brother can't become a bitch, you think that coz you picture him in
his everyday routine being himself. He'd be doing the same things he does
every day, talking with the same people, fucking chicks, and living his
life as nothing would ever change. Well, in this case, he's
unchangeable. You gotta turn his world upside down before putting him on
his knees. You're doing good with both Dan and Brandon. One is wearing a
cage, and the other is hard all the time and can't fuck anyone. I think you
got what it takes to be like me. You can do this."

Ted's cock started twitching in my hand.

"I'm gonna cum soon. I don't wanna cream my shorts. You either swallow this
or let it go."

I slowed the pace wondering how I'd make him cum without wetting his
clothes. Ted should know what concerned me.

"There are six guys around us. Two of them are in the club. The other four
could be surprised if they saw what you're about to do."

There were indeed six guys around, but not too close to us. One of them was
wearing a suit, a black man in his forties who should be a professor. The
other four looked like students, and the last one was the dude behind the
counter working as a cashier. I always considered the cashier a hot
guy. Could he be in the club?

"There's a window behind us. I'll stand up and pretend I'm seeing something
on the other side. My dick will be on your eye level. Take it out and suck
till I cum. Understand?"

I nodded. My heart racing in my chest. I don't think I'd be able to do this
with anyone else besides Ted. I trusted him with my life.

He did exactly as he explained. Once his crotch was facing me, I pulled the
elastic band down with my hand and started sucking his cock. How I missed
his taste. His cock head was covered in precum and my tongue tingled with
the contact. I couldn't care about anything else; his dick was all that
mattered to me.

That was the reality till I heard something unexpected. First, after
quickly looking up, I noticed Ted waving at someone through the window,
then he almost yelled "Hey" so whoever was on the other side could hear
him.

"Hey, stud. You missed the class yesterday." It was a woman. I froze, but
Ted murmured `go on. Don't stop', before replying "Yeah, I was busy. We
gotta catch up."

Whoever this woman was she must have seen me. I tried to imagine that maybe
she would not, but the window was low enough to show the back of my head.

"Is that...?" She'd ask something, but Ted interrupted her.

"Yeah. Good one."

"Are you kidding?" She should be laughing.

"No. Gimme a sec."  Ted held my head and jizz started filling my mouth. I
wish I could have savoured it more, but I couldn't. I swallowed as fast as
I could before Ted moved back and put his dick back into his shorts.

"Turn around and say hi, Andy."

I didn't want to, but Ted should know what he was doing. On the other side
of the window, I found a familiar face. I've seen that brunette
before. Yeah, she was one of Denise's friends. I've seen her with Dan too.

"I know you." She laughed while looking at me. "Small world. You got
something running down your chin, babe. Take care you two."

I had cum on my chin. Ted scooped it with a finger and fed it to me. I
turned around afraid others have seen that too, but apparently, they
didn't. Or did they? A guy was smiling in the other corner of the room. He
was talking on the phone, but maybe he had seen us.

"Don't be paranoid, Andy. Guys covered in cum have walked across these
buildings before and nothing happened. Besides, I don't think they've seen
you. And if they did, I don't think they'll be telling anyone. Ok? Gotta
go, now."

I was such a slut.

I rushed out of the cafeteria and made my way back home. The old Andy would
feel embarrassed and scared. The new one was still embarrassed, but I was
also happy somehow. The after taste of Ted's cum had this effect on me. My
breath reminded me of Ted's dick. He put me in such a risky position, and I
survived. I could do this. It's fantastic when we break illusory walls that
had prevented us from living fully.

I wonder how much longer it would take for Dan to break his own walls. I
could see that as days passed by, Dan was getting out of control. He should
be wearing that chastity device for about ten days now and the unreleased
cum in his balls should be messing up with his head.

Dan had fucked me before. He's fucked other guys too, but he would
certainly still refer to himself as straight or, at most, curious. If he
ever came to have sex with another man, he'd be a total top. Touching
another guy's dick was out of the question. In his mind, straight guys can
seek relief with other guys, but that's only for his pleasure. A bottom
could cum, but he wouldn't worry about it.

It doesn't mean he was a prick. He was a nice guy. But it was hard for him
to accept he was at least bisexual. He's far from being the only one like
this out there. And like many others, I thought that once he tasted a real
cock, he would look for more. I just needed to manipulate him so, after
having a test of Brandon's dick, he'd go for Brian's. That was a stretch,
but if I managed to do that, then my work would be complete.

Obviously, Dan wouldn't start sucking cock just because he was horny, but
it would help heaps. I thought it should probably be easier if I offered
him something that wouldn't feel so compromising: a dildo. For a straight
guy, sucking a banana would be gay enough already, but what happens when
you're dealing with a curious man who's out of control?

When I entered the apartment, Dan was wearing only a pair of shorts. He was
sweating, his hand holding the cage inside those skimpy shorts. He gazed at
the ceiling and didn't notice me.

"Hey, bud," I spoke.

He looked at me and took his hand out of his shorts.

"Hey. Shower?" He asked. Every night, I'd first shower, have dinner and
then go to bed. In bed, Dan and I would play one of those silly games where
none of us would cum. He didn't feel like playing anything ten days ago,
but now he looked forward to it.

"Yeah. Thinking of playing?"

I had a dildo in a drawer. He didn't dare to touch it for a few days, but
he didn't mind it anymore.

"Only if you want to."

I said no to him twice already. And every time I did so, he'd be
devastated. I felt guilty, but I needed him horny. What I couldn't
understand however is why he wanted to play when he wasn't getting
off. Shouldn't this make him even hornier? It took me a while to understand
why this happens. We tend to believe that we want sex just to get that
relief that comes from orgasm. That might be true in many cases, but it
wouldn't explain why people like edging, for example. And some keep on
edging for days or weeks without cumming whatsoever. Don't take me wrong,
everyone loves to cum, but those few seconds are not enough for many
guys. And to make it worse, once they cum, they lose all the sexual drive
that they like so much. Cumming is a blessing, no doubt about it, but it
can also be a curse. The tension and the libido are gone, and the fear of
that loss shows how orgasms can be bad. I believed Dan was learning to
understand that on his own, which was great.

I believe that unconsciously, Dan thought that this was a chance to play
with no remorse. To expand his limits. With his cock caged, he was free to
try stuff he's never tried before because he couldn't cum. If he could,
he'd think that playing with a dildo made no sense. Why play with a dildo
if all you want is to cum? His `straight' superego wouldn't let him. Dan
was now at the mercy of his cum-thirsty ID or the secret Mr Hyde that was
suppressing that miserable Dr Jekyll he called personality.  When I saw how
rapidly he changed in less than two weeks, I thought I'd be able to get Dan
to suck my dick soon. I believed it would be easier for him to start with
my cock, because we were friends, and he would feel safer with me than with
another guy. I wanted him to feel like that, or he would never go for Brian
after sucking Brandon. That was my initial plan. Get Dan to suck me, then
try Brandon's cock, and once he had in his mind that he was a slut, he'd go
for Brian.

It seemed simple to get Dan on his knees, but I could sense his hesitation
when I approached the dildo to his face. I wanted this process to move on
quicker, but he wasn't ready yet. I had planned something to get him
curious to know what it feels like to suck a dick.

"I've got something new," I said once we entered the room.

"What's that?" Dan was now the one to fetch the dildo in the drawer.

He placed the dildo on the top of the bedside table and expected me to
start playing with it. He'd watch and fantasize about the stuff I'd tell
him. He liked to hear what I had to say. And I knew my words would be the
key to break him.

I opened my handbag and took what looked like a belt from it. I got the
dong from his hand and attached it to the belt, so it was now a strap-on
dildo.

"Here, put this on."

"What's this for?" Dan was clueless.

"This will make our game more fun. It'll be easier to pretend this is your
dick if it's attached to your waist."

Dan didn't ask any other question. The dildo looked impressive when hanging
from his body.

"It's heavy." He smiled. "Do you wanna suck it?"

"Only if you stop calling the dildo by `it'. You gotta say that's your
cock."

"Yeah, sure. So, come here and suck my cock, you little bitch."

"Now I'm your bitch?" He's called me bitch before but not with this
enthusiasm.

"Yeah. You're my cheap whore. You dick addicted whore. You cum slut. Come
here, cum breath." I wonder if he smelt Ted's cum in my breath.

He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me down
unceremoniously. Dan pressed my jaw with his hand and penetrated my mouth
with the dildo.

"Fuck, you should see how hot you look with a dick in your mouth."

I managed to escape from his grip and looked into his eyes.

"I love when you're dominating like this. You look so different tonight."

"Yeah?" He pulled me back into his cock. "That's what you deserve, slut. My
friend is a cock-hungry slut, and I wanna use his mouth to dump my
load. Fuck, you gonna swallow cum for the rest of your life. I'll make sure
you're on a cum diet forever. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You love cum,
right?"

"Yeah. Cum is so good." I'd speak whenever he let my head loose.

"Yeah, it could be if it wasn't so disgusting." He said it in a
quasi-whisper.

He spent the first few minutes of our game fucking my skull, then he got to
the stage where he'd let me speak.

I continued licking the dildo's shaft while I looked him in the eyes.

"Why's that disgusting?" I focused on the dildo's tip.

"I dunno. It's another guys' body fluids..."

"It's much cleaner than saliva, and you still kiss people in the mouth. And
I guarantee it tastes so much better."

"That's because you're a slut. A dick slut."

"If you taste your cum, you'll change your mind. It tastes so fucking
good."

I knew Dan loved it when I spoke about how good he was. I believed that if
I kept repeating this message, he'd understand that not only his cum was
good, but other guys' cum too.

"Fuck, dude. Is that really tasty?"

"Your balls are precious, man. I wish I could drink that every day. I hope
you're saving cum in your balls now to feed me later."

"It's gonna be all yours..."

"And you better let me suck your dick for hours. Just like this one here."
I rubbed the dildo all over my face. "There's nothing better than cock." I
was feeling very slutty speaking like this. This wasn't me, but I had to
role-play.

"You've become such a slut, Andy. What happened to you? Where's that guy
who used to talk about pussy and the bitches he'd fuck? Isn't pussy better
than a dick? Don't get me wrong. You can suck my dick, but dicks ain't my
thing."

It wouldn't be easy to change his mind. Not the way I imagined at
least. Ten days into that cage, and he was still thinking about pussy.

"Straight guys like assholes too," I smiled.

"Yeah. We like holes."

I stopped licking the dildo and sat back while my eyes remained locked into
his.

"It's stupid to compare dick and pussy. It's like saying I don't fancy ice
cream because I like geometry. One thing has nothing to do with the
other. They're totally different games. Once you got to play with both you
learn that."

He smirked.

"You say that coz you're a little fag, man. You don't like pussy."

"Says who?" Dan was upsetting me.

"Look at you. Am I lying?" He thought I was taking this lightly.

"You know what? Since we don't like cock, let's put ours aside and do
something else." I pulled the dildo out of the belt and put it in his
hands.

"Oh, c'mon, Andy. Don't do that..."

"We can play again when you apologize and learn one thing or two about
cocks. Study that dildo."

"What are you talking about?"

"Then I won't be the only fag in the house."

"Hey, I thought you liked that..."

"It's just the way you said that. I'm not inferior to you. You know what,
when you decide to suck on that dildo, we can play again."

"In your dream. I'm no cocksucker like you."

"Fine."

The night ended unexpectedly, but I believed he'd eventually give in and do
what I said. If he did, I could get him to try a real one.

We both lay down and pretended to sleep. Dan was too horny for that; I was
too thoughtful. In the beginning, I was afraid my plan was at risk. But
then I realized it could be a good thing to let Dan by himself now. This
way, I could focus on Brandon and, as soon as Dan decided to start sucking
cock, our soccer player would be ready to get head from my stupid proud
straight friend.

Dan was getting up earlier than me now. After a cold shower, he'd find his
way to the campus and not talk to me till evening. I noticed he had left
scrambled eggs to me on a frying pan which was a good sign. I didn't want
him to stop talking to me altogether. I just wanted to put him into
thinking mode.

I checked my e-mails and then remembered to look at Brandon's Instagram. I
was amused. He had almost three times more followers now than on the day
before. And the comments. None of them was too upfront, but I found this
bunch of girls praising him for his uniform.

I sent Brandon a message, asking him if he had seen his Instagram yet. He
answered me minutes later saying he just did.

`Dude, you're a genius. I can't believe this.'

`Now you trust me?'

`Yeah... My friends want you to help them too.'

I wasn't prepared for that. I confess I got my mouth watering when I
thought about playing with Brandon and his friends, but I only got this
many followers because Ted was helping me. I doubt he would waste his time
(and probably money) on guys who had nothing to contribute to our plan. The
focus was on Brandon and Brandon alone.

`I don't think I can do that. Let's see how yours goes first, ok?'

`They can pay. Please. Can we meet after lunch today?'

`Man, let me help you first, ok? Let's get you thousands of followers, then
we help others.' I wanted to show how committed I was to him. I needed him
to trust me above anything.

`True. You're right. But we can tag them, right?'

`Yeah. Talk later. Gotta work.'

`Ok. Thanks, man. You're great.'

I spent the day thinking about Brandon. I checked that post a hundred times
that day. I checked the comments over and over again. I felt like in the
beginning, all the comments were similar and had more or less the same
message. But new comments were popping in, and their content started
diverging. Probably, the first ones were arranged by Ted, but as the post
grew popular, it was getting out of our hands.

Brandon was still trying to reply and thank his followers, but it was
becoming unmanageable. Everything was going as planned until men started
commenting. Gay guys. It's obvious Brandon's hard dick under those shorts
would get the attention of the gay community. I was afraid Brandon would
freak out. I thought about this issue and realized I could use it in my
favour.

That evening, I went to Brandon's apartment, which was technically mine,
and knocked on the door. He greeted me in his shorts. His dick was hard as
usual. He wasn't trying to hide it from me, which was also good.

"Hey, mate. Inspection time," I announced.

"Ok. I need to get out?"

"Yep."

"I need to put on a tee. My boner is obscene."

"It's alright. I know what it looks like. I'll be quick."

Brandon stepped out of the apartment. I didn't waste much time. I dropped
the liquid Viagra into his water bottle and invited him back in.

"Gosh. This boner is killing me." Brandon opened the fridge and drank a big
glass of water. "Sorry, for making you see this. It's embarrassing."

"Why embarrassing? We're all men, right?" I sat down on the couch.

"But it doesn't mean we have hard-ons all the time. I'm really sorry. I've
tried everything. My dick is twice the size now. I think I jerked off at
least nine times today. Now it's hard and swollen."

"Which is good?"

He looked puzzled.

"How come? Everyone's laughing at me in the team. The captain asked me to
go to the church." He laughed. "When I was living with my parents, we'd go
every week. I'm not religious, but they are, you know? If it only worked. I
thought the coach would allow me to have sex. He's tough. No sex till the
end of the season. Anyway, you're saying this is good. Why?"

"Did you see the number of new followers you got? It's almost four times
what you had before this post."

"Dude, thanks to you." He had another glass of water. "My high school
friend will be so jealous. I come from a small town, you know? No one is
popular over there. When I left, I said I'd become famous, and no one
believed me. If they only knew. I was figuring out the numbers. If I keep
getting followers like this, I don't know, in a month I'll be as popular as
Jimmy."

"Jimmy?"

"Yeah, the karate kid." He was still laughing. His happy face was so
hot. "They call him karate kid. He's big on social media. You should check
him out."

"I'll do that..."

"Gosh, this boner is hurting bad..."

"Man, focus. You don't let me talk." I didn't know Brandon liked to speak
this much. It was annoying. "The boner is good..."

"Yeah, you said that. But why?" He sat on the coffee table in front of
me. I was holding myself not to jump on him. He didn't notice how hot I was
for him. It was either my acting or his naivety.

"Who do you think that got you so many followers?"

"You did. Or I did? You did, right?" He did look confused.

"Your boner did."

"My boner? I don't think I follow."

"Do you remember you didn't want to post this photo coz we could see you
had a boner?"

"Yeah. I still think it was risky..."

"But that's why people are now following you. This is different. People
like to see this kind of kinky stuff on the net."

"Oh, I got it. But that can't be good. I started getting dudes sending me
messages. Did you see that? Nothing against gays, but it's not my thing."

"It doesn't need to be your thing. But you got to accept any follower,
straight or not. And gays are the best. They are the most loyal ones. You
started well."

"Do you think so? I don't understand any of this. I'd never post that
photo." He was laughing again. "You know how these people on the internet
are. They turn you into one of those images that move, you know? Gifs? And
when you check it again, the whole world is making fun of you. But,
seriously, we should focus on soccer, not my boner. It's weird to be
talking about this..."

"You can't let that embarrass you anymore coz I'll be posting a lot of
photos of you with that boner. So, get used to that."

"That's weird. What will people say?"

"Your friends want me to work for them, right? If they ask how you're
getting so many followers, tell the truth. But first, you need to be
comfortable with it. Don't try to get rid of it. It's gonna be great if you
can have a boner all the time. Even if you become woody. Which is not a bad
name..."

"Are you serious?"

"Like a heart attack. I'm your agent, ain't I? You have great potential,
but we need to change you. People will think that this country-boy look and
your naivety are cute but that's not what they want from a soccer
player. They want the latest haircut, the best body, and a lot of
attitude. You gotta show you're the boss. You're here to conquer and
dominate. That's what you do in the field, right? So, that's what you need
to show with your photos. And your boner will be the proof they need. When
they see that, they'll think you don't care about the others say, and that
is what we are looking for."

"I used to be like that in high school, and it only brought me trouble. My
mom even took me to the shrink coz I wasn't easy to deal with. You don't
wanna see that side of me." He smiled shyly. "Besides, I don't see anyone
else doing this..."

"Yeah, you don't have a Ferrari to show, right? We can't afford a
20-million-dollar mansion in the Bahamas. So, we use your boner. It's not
like you can get soft anyway, so just forget about it and let me do my
job."

"Little Ricky back home got a lot of followers showing his teeth. Do you
believe it? The guy went to town and got them whitened with a laser. He
became such a sensation..."  "Dude, focus. What kind of underwear are you
wearing?"

"The compression ones..."

"They won't do. Your soccer shorts come with built-in underwear" I was
fighting not to look at his crotch.

"Yeah?"

"So, don't wear undies anymore. Where do you keep'em?"

"My underwear?" Brandon looked like a begging puppy.

"Yeah. Where are they? Show me."

Brandon stood up and his dick was now at my eye level. It should be at
least eight inches long. I don't think Brandon noticed how compromising
this position was. I was getting convinced he was definitely very naïve.

I followed him to his room. He opened the top drawer of the chest and
showed them to me. He liked wearing black boxers. All of them had white
spots of cum. Brandon was aware of their look.

"I wash'em. But, it's hard to get rid of the stains. I've been leaking so
much..."

"It's ok. You don't need to explain anything to me." I had brought my bag
with me. Without explaining myself, I caught a bunch of his undies and put
them inside.

"Hey, what's that for?"

"You won't be needing this anymore. But I know you won't obey me, so let me
make this easier for you. I'll confiscate this for now. You can have 'em
back when I'm not your agent anymore. I'll be your agent for as long as you
accept my terms. Are you ok with that?"

He clearly wasn't feeling good about any of this, but he didn't show his
discontent.

"People will see my boner, man."

"That's the point. Stop hiding it."

"You say I should enjoy it, but it ain't nice. I mean, it hurts sometimes,
you know?" He sat on his bed.

"I'll need the undies you're wearing now too."

"Gosh, man. You can be bossy, uh?" He stood up and turned his back to
me. He dropped the shorts and the boxer briefs before putting the shorts
back on. If Brian or any of the other guys saw his ass, I doubted they
would want him as a top. I'd say my ass was still better, but Brandon had a
masculine smooth ass that could drive any fucker crazy. I considered saying
something about it to see how he'd react, but I couldn't get him to think I
fancied him. On the contrary, he should think of me as plainly straight.

"You're not consuming porn, are you? You know it's forbidden here."

"No. I'm just using my imagination."

Brandon turned around and sat on the bed again. His boner was now tenting
obscenely, and I had no doubt it should have at least eight inches.

"And what do you think about?" I tried not to sound too curious.

"The usual stuff. I like head."

"Oh, so you have chicks sucking you?" I needed to know more about this boy.

"Yeah. Don't tell the coach, ok. He'd freak out." The coach didn't allow
any sort of sex, head included.

"Who's she?"

"Meg, from the swimming team. She's discreet."

Brandon didn't have the slightest idea of who Meg was. I knew the
girl. Actually, before the ranch, I used to imagine her having a swing on
my dick. I heard she was an easy target and would suck off any guy in
town. I can't say she was discreet. I think she wouldn't say anything
because she used to suck so many men, she didn't know their identity.

"Dude, everyone knows who Meg is. She's quite popular."

"No, it must be a different one..."

"I'm telling you. The tall brunette?"

"Fuck!"

"I gotta tell you that only blowjobs will help to ease your pain, but Meg
is too risky. You gotta find someone else."

"Why only blowjobs?"

"Coz it's easy on your dick. Too many handjobs and you'll end up hurting it
for good. I need to think about how to get someone to suck you. Someone who
wouldn't tell anyone else."

"Thanks." Brandon was looking down. He was blushing.

"What's wrong?"

"It's weird to talk about this stuff, you know?"

"Man, you gotta change your attitude. Do you think those famous soccer
players are shy and blush for anything? That's why I need you to show that
tent over there to everyone till you don't care about it anymore."

"Like now?"

"No. I don't wanna see your junk. I mean in general when you're walking
around." It hurt me to say that, but it was ok because soon I'd be seen
it. "But if you feel this is too much for you, let me know, and I give your
undies back. And I stop being your agent too."

"No! I'll manage it."

"Good. I gotta go. Do you have practice tomorrow?"

"Yeah, at 2."

"Good, I'll see you there. Got to take more photos. Make sure you bring
that boner with you."

I was going back to Dan's place and sent Ted a few messages to thank him
for the support. He made himself available to help me in any way I needed,
as long as I converted both Dan and Brandon. He would always finish his
texts wishing me `good luck'.

I entered the apartment and didn't find Dan waiting for me as he used
to. In fact, he wasn't home. It was unusual and worried me. I took my
shower and had my dinner, but I only saw him coming back when I was ready
to bed. He was wearing his jogging clothes. I think he decided to burn his
energy with sports, but I don't know if it would help. He'd prefer to run a
thousand miles to sucking that dildo.

The next afternoon, I found Brandon talking to two teammates when I
approached him. His Instagram was growing exponentially, and I think Ted
wasn't behind it anymore. It was organic growth. People tagging `woody' and
coming to check who he could be. I noticed Brandon was wearing jeans, and I
guessed he was commando. The volume was obvious.

"Here's the genius." Brandon took me by the shoulders and brought me
forward. "Guys, this is And. He's the one doing the magic. And, this is
Elijah and Austin."

Elijah was a short blond guy who could pass by a young teenager. I'd say he
was thirteen if I saw his photo, but he should be only a little younger
than me. Austin was a big ginger fella. Both cute in their own way. They
shook my hand with enthusiasm.

"It's nice to meet you," Austin said. "We saw what you did to Brand's
Instagram. You gotta help us too. We can pay."

"I told Brandon that I wouldn't have time for that. Besides, I gotta focus
on his account first..."

They looked disappointed. Brandon had those pleading eyes that could get me
to do whatever he wanted. Yes, that was dangerous.

"We can pay well. I work double shift; I'm saving for this..." Elijah
begged.

"Listen, it's not about the money. Here's what I can do for you. I'll tag
your accounts whenever you guys are on the same photo. But I don't think
that'd be enough."

"What else? Anything!" Austin was almost holding me by the arms.

"You know what's making Brandon popular? It's not him, and it's not me
either." They looked confused. "It's his boner. The nick Woody is becoming
popular..."

"No shit." Elijah laughed. "I thought that was a joke. That's insane."

"That's how the internet works. You play safe and you don't get
anything. There are a million guys out there posting pictures and videos of
them playing soccer, but how many play soccer with a fucking boner and
brags about it?"

"Fuck, I never thought about this." Elijah was surprised. "And the shit is
it makes total sense."

"It's like playing soccer with a parrot on the shoulder, but a boner has a
sexual meaning, right? The internet lives for sex. You gotta play it
right."

"So, what do you suggest?" Austin cleaned the sweat that ran down his
forehead with his t-shirt's sleeve.

"When I take your photo, I'll tag you guys as `the woodies', but you two
gotta have a boner like Brandon. Can you do that?"

"But I'll still be woody, right? I am woody." Brandon should be afraid
eventually he'd lose his followers to one of his friends.

"Yeah, of course." I was glad he had accepted that. Not only that, he was
proud of his boner now. "And when you play, try to look more dominant and
confronting. Grab your cock, yell at the guys from the other team and say
they should suck your dick. People love this."

"I can do that," Brandon said. "I think it's even easier when we're playing
coz we're very competitive, you know?"

"Yeah, I know."

The match was interesting, to say the least. I found three girls showing
posters that read Woody. They looked genuine too. I wonder whether they
were there coz Ted asked them to, or if Brandon was in fact becoming
popular. With his looks, I don't think it would be difficult for him to
have a fan club.

Their yelling throughout the match inspired Brandon. He was getting
comfortable with the hardon now almost piercing the fabric of his
shorts. The built-in underwear wasn't strong enough to hold his long
meat. He was grabbing it every minute or so. And I lost count of how many
times he yelled `suck my dick' to his adversaries. I caught him waiving at
me too while I took pictures of the show.

"How was it?" He asked once the game was over.

"Perfect!"

He approached me with a wide smile on his face.

"I thought I wouldn't like this, but... It was fun. People ain't even
laughing at me anymore."

"Yeah, to be honest, I think you've got fans already." I pointed at the
chicks who were calling him. "I think you should go there and talk to them,
woody."

"Yeah, I'll do that."

They took photos, and I'm pretty sure one of those chicks had a handful of
his dick. Brandon didn't mind. He was too happy to care. My only concern
was Brandon finding girls to fuck. I couldn't let that happen, so I'd
always remind him about coach Simpson's instructions on the no-sex
rule. Brandon could be a little more adventurous now, but he didn't want to
piss the coach off.

He came to me with Elijah and Austin by his side. Brandon's buds excused
themselves as they'd try to get boners behind a tree after the bleachers.

"Do you think this will work? I don't know but I can't go soft."

I got to say I started getting worried about that. He wouldn't go soft not
even when exercising. Was I fucking up with his health?

"I'm gonna find someone to take care of your boner. You don't need to be
hard 24/7, but only for the photos."

"That means a lot. Really. It can really hurt sometimes. And, as you said,
my hand is making it hurt more."

I also didn't feel Brandon too uneasy when talking about this stuff as
before. I think what concerned him the most was the opinion of his buds
and, since they envied him for his achievements, he realized there was no
shame in being woody and talking about sex. Not to mention he started
trusting me, which was beyond ideal.

Austin and Elijah came back and, to my surprise, Elijah's wood looked
bigger than his fella's. The shorty with a biggy. The biggy with a
shorty. It was fun.

"This guy will never think he's the big one anymore." Elijah laughed.

"Shut up. Let's take those photos already."

The three of them stood in front of me with their arms crossed and the hips
propped forward as if trying to make their boner look bigger. I took a few
photos and asked them to try new poses.

After a few more clicks, I decided to be bolder.

"You guys look too stiff. And your boners ain't clear enough. If they can't
see the boners, they won't understand why you guys are the woodies. Why
don't you take off the shirt?"

"Here?" Brandon asked.

"Yeah. There's no one watching us." We were near the bleachers, far from
the main gate where the rest of the team was chatting and relaxing on the
grass.

The three of them lost the shirts, and the tents were obvious, but I could
push them even further.

"Much better. Now fix your dicks inside the shorts, so the tents are more
obvious. If it's too obvious, I can edit later."

When they heard the word `edit', they relaxed a bit. Well, I didn't say I
would edit, but they took it for granted.

The tents were now explicit. It looked exactly like sticks holding
cloths. A few more pictures.

"We should make this into a story. I can't see your personalities when I
look at these pics. It would be nice if you guys make it feel like you're
childish. You like to play games. Have fun. Why don't you pretend you're
trying to take off each other's shorts? You don't need to do that, just
pretend."

"Like this?" Elijah actually pulled down Austin's shorts that fell around
his knees.

Austin pulled it up while the other two laughed. Austin's dick shouldn't be
longer than 5 inches. He ran for the other two and I didn't stop
photographing. The next target was Brandon. I thought he'd run more, to be
honest. Elijah and Austin didn't need two seconds to capture him. While
Austin held him still, Elijah pulled Brandon's shorts down. And, it didn't
stop there. Elijah took the shorts out and ran away with them. With his
arms held behind his back, Brandon was flashing his dicks to the whole
world to see.

"Motherfucker." Brandon yelled at Elijah. But Brandon wasn't upset. He was
laughing.

His dick should have seven or eight inches. It was a beautiful dick. Cut,
with a pink head from where precum oozed effortlessly.

"Ain't you shy?" I asked while I took more photos.

"Hey, you ain't posting those photos, right?" He asked seriously now.

"Course not. Instagram would ban you..."

"Shy?" Austin interrupted. "This son of a bitch loves showing off. The
whole team has seen this boner already."

"I didn't know that. I thought you didn't like to show or talk about it."

"It's because you ain't in the team. It's different."

Austin let him go and Brandon asked Elijah to come back with his shorts. He
didn't try to hide his dick. Well, I don't think he'd be able to hide
anything with his hands anyway.

"You should call Meg," Austin advised Brandon while Elijah gave him his
shorts back.

"Andy said Meg's a famous cocksucker. If the coach finds out. I think it's
dangerous to be with someone like her. Andy said he's gonna find a discreet
one for me." Brandon panted.

Another thing I noticed is that Brandon seems a different person when he's
with his teammates. I think they give him the confidence he lacks when he's
by himself.

"Who's the cocksucker?" Elijah asked me. "It's not easy to find good ones
around here."

"I'm working on it," I said.

"But she'll be only mine, dickhead." Brandon hit Elijah on the head
playfully and soon they were wrestling on the grass. His boners rubbing
against each other. That was good. There was nothing gay about it. I didn't
intimidate them. I'd asked them to behave more like children, and they were
naturally like that already. At least, as soon as they've lost their
inhibitions.

By this time, Austin and Elijah had lost their boners, but Brandon's dick
was hard and dripping.

"I'm so horny I could fuck you two," Brandon spoke to his friends. I wasn't
expecting that. That didn't sound like the Brandon I knew at all. They all
laughed. I knew it was only a joke, but it meant Brandon was aware of the
possibility. When I went to the ranch, I should be more naïve than
him. I mean, at that time, I wouldn't think of a guy's asshole as a source
of pleasure for other dudes.

Truth is, I didn't know Brandon at all.

They were wrestling again when I decided to leave.

"I'll let you guys fuck each other. I gotta go." I announced. "See you in
the evening, Brand." I decided to abbreviate his name as his friends
would. I wanted us to become more intimate. I needed him to behave with me
the way he did with his teammates.

"Watch out or he's gonna fuck you instead." Austin laughed.

"With an ass like that, I bet he would." Elijah laughed harder.

So, Elijah noticed my ass. I got a boner myself while I walked out of the
field. Once I crossed the main gate, I stopped to think better about what
Elijah had said. One could say he only made an innocent remark on my
glutes. I know my ass was an eye-catcher. Chicks would pinch it. Guys would
turn around to have a better look. Yes, guys look at other guys' asses and
there's nothing gay about it. Women not only look at other women's asses
and tits, but also touch them, and it's totally normal. If we men stopped
being so hypocritical, such an attitude wouldn't feel wrong. But Elijah
wasn't only looking, I got him biting his lips. I knew those hungry
eyes. He didn't stop staring at my ass not even when I looked back after
listening to his remark. The guy would fuck my ass if I let him. He should
have had fun with other guys. If that was the case, he could help me with
my plans. At first, I thought I'd talk with Brandon about guys sucking guys
myself, but if I got Elijah to do that on my behalf, it could be so much
more effective. The plan seemed good, but I didn't think about it
thoroughly.  When I delegated, I lost control over it. This was a terrible
mistake, and I was still to see the consequences.

I decided to wait for Elijah. He should first take a shower with the
others, so I had some time to spare. I decided to post the photo where the
three of them were chasing each other. Their boners were obscene, and the
fun looked legit. I texted Ted and asked if he could get chicks to comment.

`Wow,' he answered back. `Just checked it. I knew he'd be perfect for the
club. We're never wrong. I'll get your comments.'

I wondered how Ted and the others were so precise when choosing those who'd
get to the club. Were they really never wrong? I don't know if I can
include myself in this equation because I was chosen to be a bottom, and
according to them, I was the first one of the kind to be invited. They were
still to explain this process to me. In details.

About half an hour later, I saw Elijah leaving the building. He should be
in a rush for lunch or something. I ran around a building and came to him
as if by accident. We bumped against each other, and the poor fella fell to
the ground. As I said, he was a small guy.

"Hey, you again. Sorry for that." I helped him up.

"It's alright."

"Good thing I came across you. You busy?" I asked.

"Have a class at one." He picked up his stuff from the ground.

I checked my watch. "You still have time. Can we talk? I promise I won't
take long. It's about your social media."

He looked at his watch too. "Sure. I think I got a few minutes to spare."

"Can we go somewhere more private? I don't want people hearing about my
strategies. Can't give'em away, if you know what I mean?"

"Yeah. I mean, sure."

There was part of the administrative centre in the Miller's building that
has been under renovation for years. I've heard rumours that people would
fuck over there, so I thought it would be safe for what I had in store for
little Elijah.

I didn't find any trouble getting in there, but Elijah should be wondering
why we had to go so far for a simple talk. In an empty room, I let him in
and closed the door.

"You must be really worried someone will listen to you." He laughed. "So,
what's that?"

I pushed him, and he fell again.

"What the fuck?"

He tried to get up, but I didn't let him. I put a foot on his neck and
looked into his eyes.

"I wouldn't try to piss me off, dude. Coz it wouldn't take me much to
destroy you."

I was obviously playing a character inspired by my big brother. And it was
risky. Elijah could be small, but a lot of short guys over there could kick
ass like few. To my luck, apparently, Elijah could not. I think the scar on
my face helped me look scarier. It had its positive side after all. And
that's not all, of course. I was working out hard, and my body was
developing. I was getting bigger, and I should be way heavier than the boy.

"What do you want?" He asked from the floor.

"Do you think I'm a fag? Talking about my ass like that? Who do you think
you are?" I had this pack of cigarettes in my bag that I bought on my first
day on campus. I thought I'd smoke my first cigarette on the day I lost my
cherry. Well, I did. Not like I imagined, but I did. I lit it.

"Don't move." I grabbed a chair and placed it near Elijah. I sat down and
planted my foot on his neck again.

"I was only joking. I swear. Sorry. Ok? I won't do that again."

"Do you like my ass?" I asked.

"What?" I don't think he was expecting this.

"I asked if you like my ass. Are you stupid? Do you like it or not?"

He was mumbling sounds that I couldn't comprehend. He should be trying to
guess what I wanted to hear.

"You can be honest. I won't hurt you." I let go of his neck. He tried to
stand up, and I stopped him again. "I didn't say you could get up. Now, be
honest, do you like it or not?"

"It's... it seems nice. That's all." He lay down again.

"Nice? That's it?"

"It's big, man. It's really a cool ass. Sorry about that. But you must know
it's not like the others."

"Ok. Have you ever fucked another dude? Or, have you ever had fun with
other men?" I was being extra careful not to inhale that smoke and start
coughing. That would break the magic of my acting.

"Yeah..."

"Were you the man or the woman?" Stupid question, but I think my brother
would ask this.

"What d'you mean?"

"Did you fuck or you got fucked?"

"I fucked."

"Good. Would you fuck me?"

And he went silent again. I looked down and could see a boner through his
shorts. I loved to deal with guys. They are so easy to read.

I placed my foot on his crotch, and he shook his body with discomfort.

"I guess you would, uh?" I was enjoying that.

"Yeah, yeah... I would. C'mon, stop. This hurts."

I stood up.

"You look like a kid. Do you know that?"

"Yeah, course I do. I've seen myself in the mirror. Why? Are you done
humiliating me?"

"Humiliating you? Do you think that's what I'm here for? I don't want
that."

"So, what do you want?"

"Here's the thing. You must have been harassed your whole life for looking
like a little brat. Don't take me wrong. I know what it feels like. I've
been hearing people say I should've been born a girl. It's so fucking
annoying. Every day, a guy is coming to me asking if I wouldn't let him
fuck me. See this scar here? I got this one in a fight when one of those
tried to force me to try it with him. I love this scar. It reminds me of
the things I can do. I can do whatever I want! You see, I got this scar,
but he almost lost his dick."

Elijah was scared, but his cock was still alive.

"And?" He stuttered.

"And then I started wondering what it'd be like to be fucked by another
dude. Yeah, eventually you wonder. I think you'd like to know what it feels
like to be taller, right? Same here. But I don't want anyone to fuck me. I
want a dude who I know I can control, and I think you're perfect."

I unbuckled my belt and let my shorts fall. I turned my back to Elijah
before getting rid of my briefs.

"It looks nice, uh?"

"Fuck, dude. That's amazing."

I walked backwards; my legs spread so I had his body under mine. I stopped
when I saw my ass was above his face and kneeled.

"What you doing?"

"Here's something else I'd like to try." I sat on his face. Elijah tried to
get away, but my body weight didn't let him. "Keep struggling, and I'll put
out this cigarette on your face." He quit. "I want you to lick my asshole
now, Elijah. Don't try to fight me or you gonna regret it. Do you
understand me?"

My balls were hanging on his chin. The whole time I was watching his hard
dick throbbing in his pants. I liked that.

"If you don't start licking, I'll hit your balls so hard, you won't only
look like a kid, but will speak like one too."

That's when he started licking, and that's when I had one of the best
sexual experiences of my life. It reminded me of Mark in the ranch, but
this time I was more relaxed. I knew what I wanted. I think I'll forever
remember Elijah's tongue fucking my asshole. He started quietly and
steadily, but when I gave my first moan, he decided to show me what he was
capable of. He grabbed my ass with both hands and went to town with my
hole. I was almost crying from pleasure. He wouldn't only lick my pucker,
he tried to insert his tongue in there. He should've seen this before. Or
maybe he's actually done this before? The way he looked at my ass... Those
eyes... That was the key to tell curious guys from experienced fuckers.

He turned the table on me.

"Are you enjoying it?" He asked.

"Yeah, don't stop. Fuck!"

I let him rim me for at least ten minutes. I could let this go on for
hours, but I could not. It was hard to stand up, but I did.

"Enough." I put my shorts back on and buckled up. My heart was beating so
fast, my legs almost failed me. I should be looking like a cheap drunk
whore, you know, with the hair unmade, tripping over the curb.

Elijah was rubbing his cock over his shorts. I don't think he'd be able to
study that day. He needed to jerk off urgently.

"Have you let Meg suck you?" I asked him.

"Yeah, why?" He was panting like me as if we'd run a marathon.

"Stop going after her. She means trouble. You, Brandon and your
friends. Trust me, ok? She'll get you all out of the team."

"Why?"

"Coz she's been telling people who she's sucking and eventually she'll tell
you off. Your coach won't forgive you guys."

"That's bad." Elijah lay again. He wouldn't stop rubbing his cock.

"Hey, listen to me." His eyes met mine. "You gotta find someone else to
suck you, ok? You could find chicks, but they'll want more. They always
do. They'll want a relationship or something. They can be nasty. I know the
game. If you can't give what they ask, they'll end up spreading the word
till it reaches your coach. They won't stop till they destroy
you. Understand? But don't feel so bad, k? I can help you out. I'll let you
fuck me."

Elijah's eyes were shining bright.

"But we gotta help Brandon too." I continued.

"I don't know if he'd fuck you..."

"What the fuck are you talking about? I don't want him to fuck me. Who do
you think I am? I ain't a fag, you asshole. Are you stupid?" I made myself
sound angry.

"Sorry, I just..."

"Shut up and listen. I'm worried about Brandon." I was trying my best to
forget about the rimjob I've just received. I got to focus and move a step
forward with my plan. "I can't see him losing everything now that I'm
working for him. And although it's nice to see he's being hard all the time
for the photos, that can also mean trouble if he doesn't find someone to
suck that cum out of his balls. A horny guy can do anything. Know what I
mean?" I'd insert questions here and there to keep Elijah on the edge. The
way we raise our tone when making questions can increase the sense of
urgency in our talk.

"So, what do you suggest?"

"There's only one kind of person who would suck him and be quiet about
it. Only one kind of person would do whatever to please him and never ask
for anything in return."

"Does that exist?" Elijah finally stood up.

"Yeah. Are you really that naïve?" Another question.

"Fuck, no... I know what you mean. You must be talking about another guy,
of course. A fag..."

"A fag? Are you serious? What if a fag wants more from him? Fags have
nothing to lose. They go out and tell the world what Brand is doing, and
his career is over."

"So... I must be naïve coz I can't see who..."

"A straight guy."

"A straight guy? But if he's straight..."

"I know, I know. Straight guys sometimes do gay things too. They just don't
talk about it. And that's what we need for Brandon. You and me. You
convince Brandon that the best for him is to find and manipulate a straight
guy into sucking him, and I'll let you fuck me. Got it?"

"But who's the straight guy who'd let Brandon fuck'im?"

"You tell him it could be me."

"But you said you wouldn't..."

"Yeah, I know what I said. He'll think I'll do him, but I won't. In the
meantime, I'll try to find someone who would. Understand? Now, gimme your
phone." I sounded so confident. If I only knew what I was setting myself up
for.

We exchanged numbers.

"Let me know when you tell him. And don't be dumb, ok?"

"I won't. I promise. But... But you gotta let me fuck you." His voice faded
away before his last word.

"Yeah. Just do your part."

I was feeling a little dirty when I left Elijah. I was giving my body in
exchange for his help. How bad could that be? Well, maybe it could be bad
if I didn't want this to happen, but I did. I needed Elijah's tongue back
in my hole. If I saw that boy in the street, I'd never guess the things he
could do with that tongue. Such a childish and innocent-looking brat. Well,
looks deceive us.

I was back home getting ready to leave for Brandon's place when I received
a text from Elijah. That was quick. The boy should be thinking about
fucking me and wouldn't rest till he got it. He said he talked with Brandon
about trying his luck with a straight guy, and he didn't look very
interested. I called Elijah.

"So, what did you say?" I asked without hesitation.

"Truth is he was the one who started the conversation. He said he was so
horny he could fuck anything. And he was worried that his hand was hurting
his dick. He needed a mouth."

"Ok. Go on."

"I said Meg was compromised, and he agreed. He wanted to know who would
suck him instead. I said I was thinking of a solution and suggested we
should find straight guys. Like you told me. He said a straight guy
wouldn't suck another dude, and he thought this would be too gay."

"Ok. Next time you meet him, say you saw on the internet stories of
straight guys who sucked other dudes after drinking too much. Say dudes
suck cock better than chicks. And in the end, say he should try his luck
with me, since I'm coming to his apartment every day, he could get a
blowjob from me all the time."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Let me know when you do that, ok?"

I was aroused. I don't think normally Brandon would think of me when
choosing someone to suck his dick, but under his circumstances, that was a
real possibility. He thought I worked for the university and was checking
his apartment every evening to see if it was alright. One of the rules said
he shouldn't have sex there. If he got me to suck him, he'd have me in his
hands. He could even try to blackmail me. I wasn't sure what he'd try. I
was only guessing. Maybe he would feel like giving it a try. Straight guys
usually think that gay is the sucker, not the suckee. Well, I could have a
real chance here.

I thought I wanted that to happen because I had my hormones in control. It
all seemed so nice, that even blackmail sounded hot. I can't believe how
stupid I was.

Usually, I visited Brandon wearing long jeans, but that day I decided to
wear shorts. They made my ass look so much bigger. I had to make him
consider the option. Again, I knew that straight guys wouldn't be such easy
preys, but a horny one who can't have sex with chicks could think
differently. If he was talking about fucking `anything' like Elijah said,
he could at least imagine the possibility.

I knocked at his door, and he greeted me with those same shorts again. The
hardon was there as usual. He wasn't trying to hide it anymore. I let him
out and poured some more Viagra on his water before inviting him back in.

"Doesn't it hurt inside those shorts?" I asked referring to his dick.

"Yeah, kinda."

"You can be naked here. I've seen it already."

He laughed nervously. "I don't think I could..."

"Here, I don't mind." I smiled and took off my t-shirt. "I won't go all the
way, but I hope this helps."

"It's not that." He was still laughing. "Don't worry. Really."

"Brand, talk to me like I'm your friend. Like I'm your
teammate. Please. I'm not here to watch you. Well, I got my job duties, but
I could just walk out and leave, right? I'm staying as a friend. And, as a
friend, I decided to cook dinner for you tonight." I had brought a bag with
groceries. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all." His nervous laughter was turning into something warmer and
genuine. "What you cooking?"

"Nothing fancy. Dude, just lose these shorts, or I'll do it myself."

He thought for a couple of seconds and laughed again.

"Alright."

Bran's big and beautiful dick caught my attention straightaway. That guy
was simply irresistible. But I had to think beyond the obvious. I couldn't
let his dick dominate me. I should be the one on top here. As I turned
around, I tried to focus on the situation and think clearly. Ok, the dick
was amazing, but what else? The way he obeyed me without much fight was
something to consider. Of course, how many straight guys would follow his
example? Not many, I guess. Brand wasn't only naïve. He also followed
orders. The way he blindly obeyed his coach was another instance I should
take into consideration. A horny guy wouldn't be at home with an
everlasting hardon like he did. I thought eventually I'd catch a chick in
his apartment hidden in the wardrobe or under the bed, but it never
happened. If I were to guess, I'd say he never considered such an
attempt. Undoubtedly, it said a lot about his personality. That's what I
thought, not because that represented the reality, but because I wanted to
believe that.

I was very thoughtful while I boiled my pasta. I decided to cook that night
because, when using the stove, I'd be able to remain with my back turned to
him and, this way, I'd give him a perfect view of my ass. I'm sure a
straight guy would look at it under normal circumstances, and I expected
some sort of obsession when he was horny like Brand.

I remained silent. I wanted him to start a new topic. I'd know if he was
looking at me depending on what he said.

"I didn't know you worked out." He said. Yes, he was looking at me.

"Almost every day. Why?" I was looking at the pots on the stove.

"You've got muscles. I think you're bigger than me. I mean, you are bigger
than me. I just didn't notice before coz you were wearing clothes."

"My upper body isn't as good as I wanted." I quickly turned around and
caught him staring. Yes, he was looking at my ass. "You gotta see my legs."

I dropped my shorts. At times like this, a tiny dick can be so
helpful. Mine was trapped under a double layer of tight underwear that hid
my erection completely.

"I'm lucky to have calves like this. These are pure genetics." I stepped
out of my shorts and faced the stove once again. "And my ass is kinda both
genetics and proper exercises. Do you wanna touch it?"

"What?"

"It's alright. Here." I walked to where he was sitting and grabbed his
right hand that was resting on his thigh near his hardon. I put it on my
left cheek. "Just hold it. Yeah, see? It's hard, isn't it?"

"Wow, that's impressive, man."

"I'm telling ya."

Brandon squeezed it for a few seconds when I decided to walk back to the
kitchen. I wanted him to know that I was the one who didn't want to extend
this situation. At the same time, I wanted to leave the impression that two
guys feeling each other was totally okay. Maybe he knew that already, but
it'd be ideal if he understood I didn't mind this sort of intimacy.

"If you feel like having one of those, let me know coz I got the perfect
routine." I motioned to my butt.

"Sure."

I continued cooking as if nothing was happening. I'd make sure to bend over
the benchtop or drop stuff on the floor, so I could pick them up while my
ass was perfectly positioned towards Brandon. We were talking about girls
when I turned around again. He was looking at my ass, and, at the same
time, slowly massaging his dick. It was more like he was lightly caressing
it with his open hand. I don't think he considered it bad coz he didn't
stop even when I had my eyes on him.

"You just got to stop seeing Meg, uh? You gotta promise me." I said.

"I won't. Gotta find someone else before I go crazy though."

"I'm working on it. As a friend, ok? I shouldn't be doing this for you."

"I know. I appreciate. Really do."

"You can't bring them over here, and that's a problem too. You know that,
right?"

"Yeah. It's not natural to stop us from having sex. Just not right."
Brandon was concerned about having sex, but I doubted he ever did.

"That's how things are. A lot of stuff ain't fair in life. But a boner
won't kill you."

"Can I ask you a personal question?" He asked and I returned my eyes to the
food I was cooking.

"Go on."

"Please, don't take me wrong, uh?"

"I won't."

"Promise?"

"Promise." I started wondering what this could be.

"Have you ever... You know... Messed around with other dudes?"

"When I was a kid. Like jacking off together." I did not look at Brandon
afraid that it would scare or embarrass him. I wanted this topic to
continue. I guess Elijah's words were starting to have some effect on him.

"Like you jacked your own dick, or you jacked the other guys?" Brandon
shouldn't be aware of how intimate this question was.

"I jacked him, and he jacked me. Have you?"

"No. Not me. But when I was a kid, I fucked a chicken." He laughed, and I
laughed with him. I needed this guy to trust me like he trusted his
teammates. I wanted him to have in me his best friend.

"I hope your dick wasn't that big." I laughed more. "That'd be a legit
chicken skewer."

I looked back quickly. Brandon's gentle touch had turned into a slow
jerk. The dude was practically masturbating as if I wasn't there.

"It's not that big." He said when our laughter subsided.

"Much bigger than mine. I bet you've got the biggest dick in the
team. Well, at least I know for sure it is bigger than Elijah's and
Austin's." I thought this was being considerably easy. I expected him to
ask how big I was or something of the kind.

"Yeah, probably. I haven't seen them all hard. And I hope I don't." We
laughed. That's not what I wanted to hear from him. "By the way, I've got a
lot of messages of dudes asking how big my dick is. They must be all gay,
right? What should I do?"

"Say you're happy they're curious about you, but that's private." It would
be so much better if I could ask him to just answer everything he was
asked, but that could bring us problems later. I couldn't control these
guys from Instagram. Everything that was out of control was a potential
risk for my plans and should be stopped quickly.

"That's a good answer. I don't want people thinking I'm gay, right? That
could ruin my future."

"Yeah. We need to control this kind of information. Don't say anything
before you ask me, ok?"

"What about the chicks? They send me messages too. Lots of comments. It's
incredible." Another quick look. Brandon was looking at the phone while he
jerked off with his other hand.

"What are they saying?"

"Most are just saying congrats on whatever or stuff like that. But I've got
a bunch of nudes too. Fuck, man. I've never had chicks coming for me and
now there this whole bunch of girls begging for a swing on my dick..."

"Tell them you have a girlfriend. Once you're done with the championship,
then you can say you broke up and fuck'em all. But not now. Don't do
anything stupid."

"I know. I know. I'm just so horny."

I got a glass of his precious water and served him. Brandon should be
reading those messages while jerking off.

"Here, drink that and try to calm down."

I think that's when he noticed I was watching him masturbating.

"Fuck, man. I'm sorry. I got carried away..."

"It's alright. We're both guys. I do that too."

"This doesn't bother you?" He got the glass from my hand and drank it all.

"Course not. You can do that when I'm here. But I still think that your
hand will eventually hurt your cock somehow. You can't jerk off that
much. We gotta need someone to be your personal cocksucker."

"What's a personal cocksucker?" He asked. I got the glass and resumed my
cooking. Brandon didn't abandon his dick that was being pumped again.

"Someone who would suck you whenever you want. You call them, and they come
to suck you. Not here. You can't do that here. But you could find a place."

"Wow. That'd be amazing." He spoke dreamingly.

The way Brandon talked and behaved made me think he was both naïve and a
virgin. By now, it was clear he had never fucked a woman before. I could
see that the world of sex was still new, and it was unfolding before his
eyes gradually. He wanted to be part of that world but didn't know how.

By the time I served dinner, I think Brandon was watching porn on his
phone. He tried the best he could, but a guy our age wouldn't last long
with a hardon as persistent as his. I could see Brandon going out of his
mind.

It was fascinating to share a table with such a hot totally naked stud like
Bran. The problem is I couldn't stop thinking about having that guy all for
myself. I still didn't know what I exactly wanted from him though. Did I
want him to fuck me? Did I want to fuck him? It was hard to understand. I'd
define myself as a total bottom, but he was giving me ideas that have never
crossed my mind before. Maybe it didn't happen because I've never been
allowed such thoughts. But maybe that's not what was happening. It had
nothing to do with fucking. I wanted to dominate that guy. Make him mine.

"What do you like about soccer? I mean, what do expect to get from it
anyway?" I asked as I finished my dinner.

"The money. Fame. I don't know. Millions of followers on Instagram would be
a dream coming true." He smiled.

I liked to hear that. He wasn't playing soccer because he liked it. It had
nothing to do with passion and the dream of a solid career. He wanted to be
rich and soccer was the means to achieve his goal. I could only imagine
he's never considered shorter paths that could take him there.

"I don't want to spoil the fun, but isn't it hard to become rich and famous
with soccer these days? Like one in a million or something?" I did my best
to sound friendly and compassionate.

"Yeah, but there's still one spot, right? I could get that."

"What if there were easier options? You could go on with soccer as you're
doing, but wouldn't it be nice if you could try something else too? Just in
case, if your soccer plan doesn't work, you'd still have a plan B."

"I know. My pa told me the same, but I'm not good in anything else..."

"You should try something more in trend." I cut him. "You may think you
gotta be a straight-A student to have a future, but that's not the case
anymore. Once this guy said to me I could make a fortune by teaching people
how to have an ass like mine. He suggested I should try and make videos for
Youtube. Then work on my social media..."

"That could work." Bran smiled.

"Why d'you think so?" I needed to push him further.

"I mean, you do have a nice ass, that's all. I bet a lot of people out
there would like to be like you."

"Yeah, that's what he told me." I didn't want to dwell on this subject any
longer and give him the impression I liked to talk about my ass. "I'm
always thinking about it. I may try something, but... Anyway, my idea is
that you too could try something like this."

"I don't have an ass like yours..." He laughed.

"It doesn't need to be the ass... Dude, don't take me wrong, ok? But you
got a big dick and a nice body. I bet a lot of people would be willing to
pay to see what you got."

"Like porn?" He laughed harder. "It doesn't work. You don't see soccer
players doing that. Showing my tent on Instagram is being fun as a teenage
fun. Besides, it only makes me look even more masculine. But doing porn
would be something else, right? It's totally different."

"I know what you mean. I don't think I could show my ass to the
world... But, as you said, showing your dick only makes you more masculine,
while a guy showing the ass isn't as nice... If only I had a big dick like
yours... I'd totally do it." I tried to sound a little disappointed.

"Nah, you're good. I bet you're even not that small."

"Less than five inches. Trust me. I'm small." Brandon was looking at me
while he finished his meal. "Besides, you don't need to show your face. You
can hide it with a mask or a t-shirt. This ain't about the fame, but the
money."

Brandon scoffed.

"Right. If that's easy, then you'd put on a mask and show your ass for
money too. As long as no one knows who you are, that shouldn't be a big
deal."

I didn't know what to say for a few seconds, but suddenly it came to me
that I had a chance here to get Brandon to do the gay stuff I wanted and
still believe this was his idea.

"I told you, Bran. Showing the ass isn't as nice as showing the dick..."

"It's the same when you're not showing your face..." He stated.

"Course not. There's a huge difference." I wanted to initiate a little
argument where Bran could feel he was right overall.

"No difference at all, dude. They don't know who you are, so what's the
difference? Tell me!"

"It's different for me. I'm the one showing my ass to the camera while you,
as a man, are proudly showing your big dick."

"But I ain't showing my face, Andy. Can't you see it makes no difference?
You show your ass, I show my dick... It's just the same." The tone of his
voice raised a little. That's what I wanted.

"There's a big difference." I insisted.

"There's no difference!"

"There is!"

He scoffed again.

"So, why don't we give it a try? Uh? We make a profile on an NSFW website
where we can share pictures. You show your ass. I show my dick. I bet you
will feel great when the chicks start talking about your butt.  And you'll
feel upset coz they won't be able to say who owns that butt. The same with
me. What good it makes me when they all know that a random guy has a nice
body and dick but don't know I'm the owner?"

There you go. A little bit more and I'd be the one suggesting this setup,
but Brandon wasn't stupid, just naïve. I was afraid he wouldn't be able
to come up with the website idea, but he did. He should consume a lot of
porn, I guessed.

I pretended I was thinking about the plan. I needed him to believe this
didn't please me whatsoever.

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

"What do you got to lose? Besides, you were the one who came up with this
idea. So, for you, I can show my dick on the internet, but you can't show
your ass? You choose then, you can either show your dick or your ass, but
you gotta show something. If you don't, I'll be offended. You propose me to
do something like this while you can't do the same."

The way Brandon explained his idea to me was surprising for two reasons: I
didn't expect him to go that far, and I didn't think he'd be so pushy about
it. I can't say for sure, but I believe he's considered showing off his
body before, but he's never had the chance or the guts. Someone with such a
nice body would definitely think about it.

"So? Ass or dick?" He provoked.

"I'll think about it, ok?" He blinked. Brand looked different. Not so
naïve anymore. Was this his real self? I was the living proof that we
tend to show who we truly are when under pressure. Was I driving him to
that spot where masks wouldn't help him anymore? Or was he so horny he
couldn't spend energy pretending to be who he was not? I didn't have the
answers for these questions yet, but of one thing I was sure: Brand's true
nature was a lot more dominant than I imagined. How could Ted know that?

Before leaving, I dressed up and reminded him about the rules he couldn't
break, including not looking for girls, especially Meg. He obediently said
he wouldn't.

"If I were you, I wouldn't bother wearing shorts anymore. It must be bad
for your dick. At least, when at home, be naked and let him breathe."

"Him?"

"Your dick."

"Oh, yeah. That makes sense."

I wanted to see that dick every day. I wouldn't be able to forget that
piece of meat. I was horny myself. Since I returned from the ranch, my life
went from satisfying three insatiable men to conducting experiments that
used my brain way more than my hungry holes.

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