From straight to bitch Club
By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com m/M, college, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex).
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Part 01
This is the story of how I created the club of real men who want to transform straight guys into submissive cumwhore bitches. That's the `From straight to bitch Club'. The idea of the club came from a personal experience I had during college in 2012. My name is Karl and I'm descendent of Italians living in the US. Now, I'm 26 years old but this story took place when I was 22 y/o. I'm a former bodybuilder. I started working out when I was 14 and then I can say I became a genuine gym rat. I almost quit studying to keep going to the gym, but my parents didn't let me. When I was 18, I won my first competitions and I thought I'd keep doing this for the rest of my life. However, I couldn't be more wrong. In the same year, I lost my father and I had to change my plans. I enrolled myself in a popular college near my hometown and started studying management. After 2 years, I realised I wasn't very interested in going to the gym anymore and quitted it. Another point that I had to take in consideration is that my girlfriend at the time, Cecile, didn't like my lifestyle: going to the gym all the time and having a very strict diet. Whenever we went together to restaurants, she would complain a lot. Not rarely, I'd take my own food with me and I'd watch her eating the food she ordered. Anyway, a lot of things led me to quit bodybuilding, but it doesn't mean I lost all my muscles. I gained fat and definitely lost mass, but I was still big.
I had a good relationship with Cecile. She was a nice chick and I loved her. We understood each other and rarely we fought. Unexpectedly, she was the one who changed my life when she introduced me to Bob Pattinson. She studied Journalism and Bob was a good friend of hers. I remember she would talk about him all the time and it bothered me a little bit. I mean, I trusted her but I didn't like to listen to her talking about another guy. She used to say that Bob was a very smart, intelligent and funny guy. I thought she was exaggerating and when she invited me to go out and have dinner with her and Bob, I accepted straightaway. I had to meet and know if this guy was a threat to our relationship. We went to a Chinese restaurant not too far away from home and the campus. Bob had a girlfriend, but Cecile told me he'd go alone. His girlfriend was older than him, she wasn't studying anymore and lived far away.
I went by myself because Cecile would go to this restaurant with Bob after the end of their classes. When I arrived, I found Cecile at a table and I approached her. I first gave her a kiss and then turned myself to Bob to finally meet the smart guy'. That was a meeting I'll never forget. The boy had puffy pink lips, blue eyes, blond hair. My first thought was these are very nice cocksucking lips'. I forced myself to stop my thoughts, then we shook hands and he said something but I didn't hear, so I just smiled because they were smiling. I realised I couldn't stop my thoughts. I was imagining those lips encircling my huge dick, those blue eyes getting red after chocking on my pole, and my hands holding his hair, guiding his head even further down my cock just to make him gag again. I wouldn't stop till I had my cock completely buried in his throat. Until I saw his lips and chin touching my balls.
I sat down beside Cecile and watched him on the other side of the table. Sometimes, I'd look to Cecile so they wouldn't notice me staring at Bob's lips. My cock was hard in my pants, I was lucky because I went in jeans and not board shorts I'd usually wear. As I said, I have a big dick of almost 10 inches and it'd be easy for everyone to see I had a boner. I couldn't really understand what was happening with me that night. I'd never been hard after seeing a guy and before that night I thought it would never happen. I've seen gay couples and even gay porn on the internet (I was curious then I watched a few), but I was sure it wasn't for me. I've seen handsome guys before and none of them made me hard. The effect Bob had over me was different from everything I've been through and I couldn't understand it. I needed to accept that a guy had made me hard and that would take a while for me to interiorise and accept. I shifted my thoughts to Cecile and imagined me fucking her and I still felt my hormones making me hot. Well, that wasn't so bad, I thought. I still felt hot for Cecile so I didn't become gay. But every time I looked at Bob's face and lips, I felt even hotter. What I felt wasn't about love, caring, relationship. It was more bestial, it was about hormones, pheromones, my dick, his mouth around it. It was about me getting off, using him the way I wanted and not caring about his feelings. I didn't want his love, not even his friendship. I needed none of that. I needed Bob on his knees worshipping my dick. I wanted his mouth and throat on my cock. I wanted his submission and total surrender to me, nothing less and nothing more.
I need to stress that I still didn't understand what was happening to me, so I didn't have my thoughts as clear as I'm describing here. I only had my hard dick in my jeans, my blood running in my veins, my eyes staring at his lips and the need to get off.
I was daydreaming when Bob announced he needed to go to the toilet. I think it's been twenty minutes since I arrived and I still haven't heard a single word from him. Not because he wasn't talking, but because I couldn't concentrate on the conversation. He stood up and moved away. I thought I'd be able to focus, think straight, relax and then have my dick softening. But my plan changed when I looked at him, walking away from us. Bob was wearing a bit tight white shorts. I saw his ass and I felt I could cum without touching my dick. He had a round bubble butt that seemed to beg to be fucked. Oh, I wanted to help that ass to have the dick it craved for. I started to think how I'd bend him over and fuck his hole for hours. I'd make him so sore he wouldn't be able to walk, and I wouldn't stop fucking him till I had him sore and begging me to stop. I wanted to have him on his fours, I'd slap his ass with my big hands, I would grab his hair and pull it hard. I wanted to slide my cock inside his hole with no lube and make his eyes tear again. I wanted to hear his voice begging me to stop and then I'd fuck him even harder.
I think Cecile had started talking to me, but I couldn't talk back. At that moment, I preferred to spend my time imagining what Bob was hiding under his shorts. I saw a white, round, smooth butt. I was thinking that a guy like Bob should be forbidden by law to be straight. Guys with an ass like his should understand they were born only to make real men happy. I was sure a guy like him didn't have a dick, but rather a slit. It doesn't matter if it was big, small, thick or thin. He wasn't born to please women and of that I was sure. I had to meet his girlfriend just to be sure of how unhappy she was. Men are born with dicks, but not all of us know how to use it. Many men need other men to make them their bitches. That's the only way they can be sexually meaningful, by letting real men fuck their holes. Bob was this kind of man. He didn't have a mouth and an asshole. He had fuckable holes. If possible, I'd fuck not only his mouth and ass, but also his nose and ears... He'd have cock in every single hole of his body.
Bob returned to the table and for the first time I heard him talking.
`So, Cecile told me you used to work out. Why did you stop?'
`I had problems in my family. Then, I decided to focus on my studies. But I want to work out again someday' I answered still staring at his lips and imagining my cock buried there. He would have to open his mouth so widely to get it all inside. He wouldn't be able to close his mouth ever again.
`She told me you were a bodybuilder. I always wanted to work out hard and become a bodybuilder myself as well'
I wanted to laugh when I heard that, but I didn't. He was slim but a bit muscled, I could see he had hard and nice tits under his t-shirt, but that would never be enough for him to be a bodybuilder. He could work out harder, take supplements and become much bigger, but I didn't want him to. I know I didn't have this control over him, of course. But if I could, I'd never let it happen.
Out of this short conversation we had, I was able to collect some information. He liked to work out and I knew everything about weight lifting. That was the link that connected us and if I wanted to fuck the bitch, I'd have to explore this. At that moment, my head started to work in order to imagine how I'd get to fuck him. I needed to think about what I'd do to make him beg for my dick.
Once we finished eating, Bob said he needed to go back to his flat because his girlfriend would come to visit him. He looked happy and a bit anxious. I knew he was planning to fuck her and that made me a bit upset. Before meeting him, I felt jealous because Cecile wouldn't stop talking about this smart friend who studied with her. After dinner, I was angry because the bitch wanted to fuck a chick. I didn't want him to. I wanted him to forget he had a dick and never use that shit again. He was screwing the role nature gave to him. That should take a bitch to jail because it was simply disrespectful with us real men, with nature and with the bitch itself. Bitches shouldn't cum, I thought.
Out of the blue, I asked him where he lived and he said it wasn't far from where we were. He explained where his flat was and I knew its location. I've been in his building before for a group assignment. He decided to go and waved us goodbye. I couldn't help but watch his ass again. I wondered if he had never being fucked before. `No, I doubt it' I thought. If he had been fucked, he wouldn't be fucking chicks. He'd have found that he came to this planet to be fucked and not to fuck. Or maybe someone fucked him, but someone who didn't know how to fuck. He turned right in a corner and disappeared. Cecile had noticed my silence and asked if I was ok.
`I think I am' I answered.
She wanted to go home, and I went with her. I needed to get off and if I couldn't fuck Bob, I'd fuck Cecile's pussy. When we got home, I undressed her straightaway. First she complained, because she wanted to take a shower first and then because she was tired.
`Gosh, why women are so full of shit?' I thought. If I had a bitch, if I had Bob to me, he'd never complain. And if he did, I wouldn't give a crap. Actually, I'd feel better if he did, because then I'd fuck his holes even harder. Cecile decided to fuck and then I pounded her wet pussy. Again, she complained. I know I was too big, but I always tried to be gentle with her. Maybe that night I was a bit rougher than usual, but she really liked to complain. I needed a bitch and I'd have one. I'd have Bob Pattison. Or as Cecile calls him, Pat. I'd transform Pat into Patty, my personal bitch and cocksucker.
Once I was done fucking Cecile, I went to my own apartment. My cock was hard again and I knew I'd have to jerk off. A man like me shouldn't have to jerk off, but that night I didn't have other options. However, as soon as I got home, I took a piece of paper and a pen. On the top of the paper, I wrote: `Steps to turn Patty into my cumwhore, bitch, slut and cunt'. I needed to think about it. Maybe I'd need to make some research. Happy we have internet and a lot of precious information there.
End of part 01
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