From Straight to Bitch Club

By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com

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

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From straight to bitch club – part 12

Kevin was down; I got my victory. It meant a lot to me. See how men think and feel? It doesn't matter how intelligent, smart, well-educated we are. In the end, what matters is instinctive. That's what allows power, and the instinctive will to power overshadows the will to live. We don't act because there's a natural mental signal saying we need to live; it says we need to be stronger than the other. Animals show it so well. They fight for power even when their life is in danger. They can die in a fight, but they still engage and offer their lives to become the leader of the group. I wouldn't go as far as offer my life, but I did overdo myself.

Kevin was at my feet, and my arm hurt badly. There was something wrong with it. Kevin must have noticed the pain that was overtaking me and stood up.

"What's that? Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"This is nothing" I answered holding my right arm. My good arm, damn it!

"Can I take a look?"

There we were on a blue tatami. Kevin was naked, and I had my underwear barely holding up. It was animalistic. He pressed my arm in different points, and the pain was almost unbearable.

"I don't think you broke it, but it must be cracked somewhere near the wrist. You need to go to the hospital. I'll take you there."

"You don't need to worry about this," I said honestly.

"You won the fight. I take it very seriously. You're the master now. I'll help you."

Kevin took me to the hospital, and he was right. My bone was cracked in a spot near the wrist. It had a bruise on it now, and the pain was getting much worse. My arm was put in a plasterthat covered my whole forearm. I would need to think about how to live under those conditions now.

That's interesting though that now I was vulnerable I could finally look at Kevin and forget about our animosity. He could have tried to kick my ass once he saw I was hurt, but his word was very important for him. He was a man of honor, although his mind worked in a different syntony than mine. After the hospital, he came closer to me.

"I'm sorry, ok? I like these competitions, and I always wanted to fight you. I always... wanted you. I couldn't believe how lucky that Patty boy was to have you so into him. I couldn't see what he had I didn't have better. But I think I understand you. You're here for the power. That's how you bit me up. We have different goals, and I can see it now."

"You're a good man. Just a bit crazy. But I thank you for the help. Could we go back to the gym now? I need to get my car and head home."

On our way back to the gym, I could talk to Kevin about my plans in more details. It wouldn't be easy to achieve all I wanted, but he could make things smoother. Kevin knew a lot of people; he had all the contacts you can imagine inside the bodybuilding world. He'd make my plan work.

"So, you want a new contest? A contest where the only part of the body being judged is the legs? How can we even start?"

"I don't know. That's why I'm here. I can afford a lot of stuff though. I can pay for the venue; I can pay a few judges to come and maybe pretend they're important. We can get people coming from different places if we get enough promotion. Maybe in one of those magazines. I can afford a page with an ad or something."

I was willing to spend real money on this. I wasn't a millionaire, but it wasn't a big issue either. Kevin should be taking mental notes of the things I said. He wasn't skeptical. On the contrary, he looked quite enthusiastic, excited.

"It won't be easy, but it's gonna be awesome. All those men showing their asses. That's what you want, right? Bitch Patty to show off his nice glutes?"

"Yeah. I need to get him to accept my approach. He can't feel afraid or anxious every time I touch his ass. Just dunno what I'll with my arm like this now."

"Sorry about that again." Kevin sounded very apologetic.

"It's alright. Everything happens for a reason. Anyway, get in touch with Simon and convinces him we need him in this event taking pictures for his magazine. He's real, right?"

"Course. I think he'll love the idea. The guy is fascinated with legs. That's why I got in touch with him. He'll want to meet Patty Beckers."

I laughed. "It sounds like a drag name, seriously."

"I know, that's even better, isn't it? Patty has a drag name."

After a while, I was back to my car and then in my flat. Cecile was there waiting for me. I told her I had a problem with my arm and she came to look after me. I still needed to find something I could use this plaster for, and I had already a few ideas.

That same night, I got an e-mail from my little brother Ted. He wanted to come over for a few days. I was thinking about how he'd react if he knew what I was in for. Adam also said he wanted to come and show up. We should meet up, and he'd be the first member of my club. I thought it could be a good idea to have the two of them coming at the same time. Adam was a guy who's lived in a ranch for his whole life. It would be good to show Ted that bitch-fuckers are normal people. We exist everywhere, even in a rural area.

On the next day, I went to a shop that sold customs for Halloween and other shit like that. I bought a fake plaster that matched my real one quite well. In this way, I had both arms immobilized. I needed that for my next plan for Patty. I went to the gym after taking a few classes. Later that day, I'd have an appointment with Patty and, before seeing him, I put on the fake casket. As for Patty, he was wearing the same T-shirt, which was quite a small size now. His lycra shorts were very tight, and I could see the fabric getting into his crack. It was comfortable though. I used to wear those under my shorts, so I knew he would be hardly able to tell it was touching his asshole. And, indeed, he wouldn't worry too much about it.

"What happened to you?" he sounded concerned. Well, we were buddies now.

"I fell after a fight. Shit happens."

"But both arms?"

"Yeah. That's how I fell that screwed my arms. But I'm ok. I've got news for you anyway. Hope you gonna like it."

"What's that?" His small eyes stared at me curiously.

"You'll be joining your first contest very soon. I got it from a friend. But it's a different contest. It focuses on the legs, not the upper body. Well, it is also important, you need a good structure everywhere, but the real focus is the legs. I think this contest was made for you. No one will beat you on this one. Are you in or out? You want to be a champion, don't you? You're in then."

Don't let them think too much. Answer the question on their behalf already. Too much time can be an excuse for arguments and bullshit. Be quick in your intentions. Still, they can be a bit confused and reticent. So, assure them everything will be fine and make them feel safe.

"Don't worry; I'll make you win this one. I swear you'll be the winner. You'll have that page in the magazine you always wanted. I'm a hundred percent sure."

I swore because I knew the result would depend a lot on me anyway; it's important not to give false hopes. Otherwise, they'll turn against you once they don't get what they are in for.

"But the legs. Is the ass part of the deal?" he asked with those same curious eyes.

"Yes, of course. Do you still have any problem showing it? C'mon, you've done worse already."

"Yeah, true" he didn't sound very convincing, but he didn't say `no,' and that was a victory.

"I'm glad you're wearing the lycra shorts I gave to you, but I'll need you to wear something a bit smaller, so I can see your glutes."

"Smaller than this? You can't be serious. I'll be naked." He protested.

"Course not. You can wear it under the shorts you're wearing now and remove once you start working out your butt, or when you go for squats. I'll make sure no one sees you, I swear."

Here's the thing, I convinced Patty that I wasn't trying to fuck him. That was also a huge victory. He believed that everyone was trying to fuck him when I started coaching him. Alice told me about his traumas, guys who tried to fuck his ass in school. Anyway, I could understand how defensive he would be to anyone who talked about his ass. But I was building trust. That was a process, and it was showing to be very effective. As he trusted me, he believed I'd be focused on his other muscles. In his head now, all I wanted was to turn him into a bodybuilding champion. And I knew that once he was a champion, he'd trust me even more than now.

"Ok."

"Great. I have the shorts with me in the lockers. Come with me."

When we were in the locker room, I started to put in practice my next plan. He needed to get acquainted with my dick. It was about time for it to happen. He's touched it before, so I knew we were over that barrier already. The difference now was that I wouldn't be touching his dick as I did before. It was time for Patty to do it alone. He needed to put in his brain that reciprocation wasn't on the menu.

"Patty, before you change, I need your help."

"What's that?"

"With my both arms in this situation, I can't do something that's quite natural. And I need to do it now."

"And what's that?" he was a slow taker.

"Dude, I gotta pee. But with my arms like this..."

I didn't need to finish the sentence. I saw his reaction when I was still speaking those last words.

"You're kidding me, right?"

"No. Dude, what else can I do? I can't even open the zipper. I'll wet myself."

"Duuuuuude. Seriously?"

"No one is gonna see. We use one of the stalls. It's safe, I swear."

Note that I started swearing a lot of things. When you say, `you swear' and it happens, they get the message they can trust you more. I knew no one would importunate us at that time of the day. I knew he'd win that contest. Those weren't empty promises.

Patty wasn't naïve, he wasn't a dumb jock, but he was my friend now and I needed his help.

"What about Aaron? Anyone else? Cecile?"

"Cecile ain't here, and neither is Aaron. YOU are here, and I need YOU."

"Fuck, I can't believe it. But only because you'd do the same for me, right?"

"Sure thing." Of course not. But the message needed to be clear and motivate him to go on with my plan. I couldn't be very honest at this point.

I didn't give him more time to think, or he'd change his mind. I moved to the stall and saw him coming hesitantly to my side. He didn't know it yet, but when he got inside that stall, he gave his first step into becoming a bitch. Don't think a guy becomes a bitch only when he is turned into a fuck hole. No way! When a guy starts saying `yes' to things like this, he's changing already. The first time was always the most challenging one, so soon he'd be getting used to touching my cock. Another week and I wouldn't need to ask.

I closed the door, and he locked it. I didn't make any effort to help him. I wanted him to do all the hard work.

"Dude, I don't know what to do?"

"Haven't you ever done this before?" I asked in a way I caught his attention.

"Course I have. But I did with my dick."

"It's the same. Just get it over with quietly, or someone may hear us, and that'll be bad, right?"

He just looked at me and nodded. A nod that wouldn't mean anything if I didn't look so damn serious. He touched my belt buckle; his hands were shaking. I could feel his cold flesh rubbing the skin under my belly button. Fuck, I needed to be careful not to get hard, or it could make everything go to waste. It wasn't the time yet.

He opened the zipper; the pants were open. Yes, I was wearing jeans shorts in the gym. I wouldn't work out, so I didn't care. He wasn't careful enough, and the shorts fell to my ankles. His hands were now even closer to me. He lowered my underwear, and my dick was out in the open.

"Done" he whispered.

"Where d'you think I'll piss? If you don't help me now, it will be a mess. I may get both of us wet" I spoke not so low. The idea was to make him worried someone would hear us. I knew he wanted to get it over with soon. So, he'd rush and hold my dick.

His trembling hand touched my dick for the second time. I was afraid I'd get hard. It couldn't happen. He pointed it down, and I let it flow. It took a while because I couldn't concentrate. But eventually, the piss came out and wet the ceramic of the sanitary.

It took me a while to finish pissing. Patty would look at my face now and then. I pretended to close my eyes, so this way he would feel more comfortable. He looked down at my cock. He stayed like that for a while and would check me again to see whether I was watching him or not. Since he thought I was not, he returned his eye to my leaking cock. When I was done, I asked him to shake it a bit.

"Dude, don't mind if I get hard, but Cecile had an idea that is driving me nuts."

I had to include another information after the word `hard,' so he wouldn't freak out too much. If the last information were my hard dick, he'd probably run away. But I got his attention when I talked about Cecile. Probably, he even forgot he had my dick in his hand.

"And what's that?"

He was still shaking my dick. I could let him do that a little longer.

"She said she wouldn't have sex with me till I get better. She wants me horny to fuck her after a while. She's curious to know what I'm gonna do. But I know I won't be able to take it much longer."

"That sucks."

As his curiosity was now over, he kneeled, and for the first time, he had my dick at his eye level. He tried to pretend he was looking somewhere else, but I saw his eyes on my dick. That was perfect. I needed him to do this many more times before I could be over with the plaster thing.

He lifted my underwear and my shorts. He zipped and buckled up.

I was thinking why a straight guy would look so intently at my cock. Well, the same reason why straight guys look at each other's dicks when pissing in a toilet. Curiosity. Patty had a small pencil dick, and I believe he's never seen a big dick so closely in his whole life. I could use this to my advantage. The fucking bitch was curious. Fuck, that would make things much easier. He'd be the typical bitch who'd say no' that meant yes.'

"Thanks," I said. Patty opened the door, and we were back in my locker. I asked him to take the shorts I left for him in the corner of the bench. It looked more like a swimming trunk; bikini briefs.

"You trying to feminize me?" he really asked that. He used the word `feminize.'

"What you talking about?"

"You know. You first make me touch... you know," he couldn't finish afraid someone would hear him, "and now this?" he finished showing me the small piece of fabric he had in his hands.

"Don't be stupid. I'll be the only one seeing that. I need to see your muscles. Trust me, k?"

I preferred not to mention he touched my dick. He would need to sleep on that, digest the information before I ever talked about this with him.

Like buds in a locker room, he changed his clothes in front of me. No more hiding was perfect. Again, he didn't show me his ass, but I'd have plenty of time to see it from now on.

When we were back in the equipment room, I pulled him to areas we could work without disturbance. The time was very good for that. There were more men than women, so the machines for legs and glutes were not being used. When we approached the glute extension machine, I asked him to lose the shorts and give it to me.

"But you said I'd only have to lower it below the buttock, right?"

"It wouldn't work. How would I see the rest of the legs? And how would you extend your legs if the shorts are on the way? Trust me. I'll be watching. You gonna have a lot of time to dress up if someone comes this way. Besides, you've been naked here already. What's the big deal, right?"

I wanted to sound funny, but Patty took it very seriously. Those chicks made him very uncomfortable. But he was open to a friendly talk, so after my smile, he smiled back. We looked at each other and had a good laugh.

"That was crazy, wasn't' that?" he said.

"Yeah, but it was nice. They were so into you."

"Do you think so?"

"Course I do. You're a chick magnet. And no offense, but they're all over your body. And love your glutes. You should see how they look at it."

"Yeah..." he sounded hesitant.

It was time for a difficult talk I was postponing but had to face it. As he still had a smile on his lips, it could be a good indication we should progress with the conversation before getting him half naked for the extension.

"Dude, I wouldn't talk about this, but Alice told Cecile who told me that you have your reasons to be ashamed about your ass. Something like a trauma. Would you feel like opening up to me?" I felt like stepping on eggs.

"Nah. She shouldn't have said anything. I asked her not to..."

"Listen, I asked Cecile to get this info from Alice because I knew from the beginning you had some kind of issue with your body. I ain't stupid. And I'm just asking because we need to get over it now. You're an adult man; these things should die and be buried in the past."

"Easier said than done..."

"I know it's not easy, but you gotta try it. And I'm here to help you. You can trust me. You can't be a champion if your mindset isn't all aligned to that goal. That's why I'm asking you this. You can trust me. Do you trust me?"

The repetition of the word `trust' wasn't a mistake. I had to reinforce the idea he could believe I was his best friend and that we could deal with this issue together.

After thinking for a while, he looked me in the eyes.

"Those guys in high school said I had a nice ass and they wanted to fuck me after physical education. They brought me to this area where no one else goes and stripped me naked. When they were taking off their clothes, I managed to escape. I was naked, but I'd rather be seeing naked than be fucked and have my clothes back. I sneaked into the locker room and wrapped a towel around my waist. I think the whole team was thinking of me as a bitch that day. No one helped me. So, I crossed the school only with a towel covering my parts. The principal saw me, but it was too late. I became the towel guy after that. It was hell."

I could empathize with him. But I knew he didn't understand his issue well enough. The thing is I thought he did want to be fucked. But not like that. He's been in denial since then, and that's why he was so insecure about his body. It was just too long ago for it to affect him so strongly. I've been hazed before and survived. Probably, I've been through worse. His problem was not only the hazing, but the hidden will to become a bitch.

Again, many straight guys don't know they were born to be bitches. Being a bitch nothing has to do with being gay. Well, of course, it is easier to be a bitch if you're a gay man, but straight guys are no exception. It's all about taking orders, being weak when you receive orders, not being able to say no. But, above everything, being a bitch is all about curiosity. Curious guys tend to give in much more easily than those who are too secure. In Patty's case, having a small dick and big ass was determinant for his personality. He was born to be fucked and not to fuck. Well, nature has its way sometimes although it ain't always this obvious. There are bitches with huge dicks and small asses too, but in Patty's case, that was determinant.

"Dude, you're safe now. And you have people who wouldn't let something like that happen again. I'm here. Look at how big I am. I could deal with nasty people like that, right?"

Patty smiled and high-fived me. I wasn't very comfortable playing BFF with him for so long already, but it couldn't be helped. I wanted Patty to say he wanted me to fuck his ass, and that's what I'd get it didn't matter what.

"Do you trust me?"

"Hell yeah," he smiled again.

It was easier than I imagined. I think he always wanted to tell me that story and open up with me. Patty was looking for a good friend he could trust his innermost secrets. From where I could see, he didn't have anyone like that, and I was occupying that space.

"So gimme your shorts" I demanded.

Two months ago, he'd turn around and get away. But this time, he looked around, saw no one and gave it to me. I fixed the weights in the machine, and he mounted it.

"Relax, coz I won't let anyone see you like this."

Patty was wearing a small T-shirt with bikini briefs and sneakers. And the best of all, he was very confident. He was cooperating because he wanted to and not because I was asking.

For every machine he tried, I'd check what was happening around, and then I'd assure it was safe for him to undress and give me his shorts again. It was becoming a routine. I didn't need to ask anymore for the shorts. He'd give them to me willingly.

A few days later, when we had settled down, and he was confident about my plans for him, I decided to give a step further. This would be a huge one. I invited him to my flat, and that was the first time we were alone in my space. He was still dressed like he was before in the gym.

"Would you mind getting your clothes off and wear only the bikinis? I'd like to get some photos of your body."

"What for? We don't have a before to compare."

"Course we do. You sent me photos. Did you forget? Anyway, I need that for the records."

At this point, Patty was more responsive. He wouldn't mind being naked before me. Why would he? We've seen each other naked many times. He's been helping me out in the toilet for almost a week by now. And every time he touched my cock, I'd pretend I closed my eyes, but I'd sneak and see his curious eyes all over my crotch.

Once he was wearing nothing but the briefs, I asked him to pull the fabric more into his crack so that I could see his buttocks better.

"Remember the first time you sent me a pic you were all naked? You were really desperate to send me that pic." I laughed. It was good to show to him I didn't care for his lack of clothes. This way, nudity around me would become even more natural to him.

"Dude, you asked me that."

"I didn't think you'd actually take it. Anyway, the bikini is enough, but show me those buttocks so I can make a before and after thing. But from what I remember, you're much better already."

"D'you think so?" and he turned his ass to me. "I think it's fatter."

"It's bigger, which is good."

Although having my both arms in plaster, I still could manipulate the phone and move my fingers within certain limits. When I got closer to his ass, I touched it with my hands.

"They're much tougher, that's good as well. Have you felt how stronger they are?"

"I just think they're bigger."

"Here," and I took one of his hands and made him hold his ass. "Feel how hard it is."

All the time, I'd be touching his ass too. Kneading, rubbing, caressing those two mounts of flesh. I took the chance to pull the brief even deeper into his crack. I pressed the cheek with all I could, given I had a movement limit.

Patty looked a bit uncomfortable in the beginning, but it was getting clearer that he didn't mind that much about my hands in his ass anymore. I needed to make these messages clear: first) nudity is fine, and second) touching ass is very normal.

Now there was a third message I wanted him to understand. And this one would be tougher. Maybe close to impossible, but I should use of this friendship to move him closer to becoming a full bitch.

After the pictures, I didn't give his clothes back. But he thought about it.

"You can stay like this. It's just us here anyway."

The small detail in my rationale is that I was fully clothed, and he was virtually naked. It's not normal for two straight guys to be like this in a small apartment and pretend it's normal. If the alpha is naked, it means he's proud of his dick and doesn't care for the bitch; if the bitch is naked, it means he's allowing himself to be desired and accepting the alpha's terms.

"Just my shorts?" he even asked.

"Nah, this way I can see your body and probably see something that needs more working. We should stay more like this from now on. What d'you say about coming over here every day after gym?"

"Su... sure" yes, he was a bit hesitant, but it would change eventually. Everything is a matter of repetition.

We sat side by side on the couch, and I turned on the TV. This is very cliché but still works. I think straight guys never see this coming, so they just go with it. I had porn prepared for this moment, and as soon as we were comfortable, I flipped the channel to cable, and it was playing straight hardcore porn.

"Wow," he said.

"Relax. I was watching this before, and I thought we could talk about it. I mean, look at those tits. Have you ever seen something like that?"

"That's fake..."

You see? Even watching porn with a straight guy can be this simple. He just can't imagine you're into him or he'll certainly freak out. The idea here is to talk about the chicks on the video and pretend this is fine. Just be careful when moving the next step.

"By the way, I need to tell you something, Patty. Something I couldn't tell anyone else."

See how I made the following topic serious just by adding I couldn't tell anyone else? It also meant trust, and it was positive to building up the bitch's new mindset.

"What's that?"

"Ever since I cracked my arms, Cecile and I are not having sex at all, you know, right? I think I told this before. She wants to see how horny I become after a few weeks without sex and jerking off."

"That sucks..."

"Yeah. Well, it doesn't suck coz she's given up on the blowjobs too."

He laughed, eyes still glued at the TV.

"Patty, I need your help."

"Sure, what's that?"

Patty was very naïve sometimes. Or maybe not. Maybe he was just showing how much he trusted me. Perhaps, if I were someone else, he'd get the message straight away.

"I'm going nuts, dude. I need to get off, but without Cecile to help me out, I can't even study anymore."

"So? Do you want me to suck your cock?" he asked jokingly.

I wish I could say yes, but that wasn't the time.

"Course not. But could you... you know... jerk me off?"

You should see his eyes. He was pale. That was a shock, and I can imagine everything he had coming to his mind at that moment. The memories of guys trying to fuck him, his fears of man to man sex. This was too intimate.

"Fuck you, Karl. I thought I could trust you."

"And you can. Can you breathe for a second and let me finish?"

"No, I can't. What do you think I am? Your bitch?"

Well... What was I supposed to say?

"It's not jerking me off like that. It's different."

He stood up. I was afraid he'd turn away and leave.

"Is there any other way to jerk off? I may have a small dick, but I know how it's done."

Can you see how this was becoming personal? It's good but bad at the same time. Too much intimacy can put you in situations where you can explore the bitch, but it also can turn talks into discussions. It feels like arguing with your girlfriend and bitches ain't made for that. They exist only to make you cum or to please you in any way you want. But patience is crucial in a time like this. The first time is always shocking, so you gotta be careful.

"Of course. I'm not even asking you to touch my dick. I don't want this myself; it'd disgust me as much as it'd disgust you."

At this part, I was trying to build empathy. This is very important. He felt sick when I suggested I wanted him to stroke my cock. That's understandable. But when I say I didn't want him to touch my dick and that it'd disgust me too, I built empathy. Somehow, he could trust me again or, at least, he'd be able to hear me again. Before this, he wouldn't hear a word I said anymore. But now things were getting back to the way they were before.

"And how do you jerk off without touching a dick."

"Dude, you're so sensitive. D'you really think I want another dude jerking me off? Only chicks get the honor. But since I'm dating Cecile, I can't cheat on her. So, I thought about you. You've been helping me in the toilet already, so I thought you wouldn't mind. But if you're too insecure, just forget about it."

Now I turned the table and made myself the victim of the situation. This is also very effective. The bitch will feel guilty, and that's great. Suddenly, they'll feel like they've got a lot to lose if they just turn around and go away. This is the moment where the discussion is reaching its limit. If you get this far, well, you're halfway into a handjob. The crucial moment is always the indignation moment when you say what you want. Try to follow these steps and they may prove correct if the guy depends on you and trusts you. These two elements are very important.

Patty sat down again. He looked intrigued.

"Dude, how someone jerks off without touching the dick?"

"Just reach behind the couch and get out whatever you touch there."

He put his hand behind the couch and brought a flashlight out. He looked disgusted and let it drop on the floor.

"Ew, do you cum in that thing?"

"Not yet, I bought it yesterday and left it there so Cecile wouldn't find out."

"And do you want me to..."

"Yeah. Dude, it means I only want you to bring your arms up and down for a few minutes. All you'll be touching is this plastic tube, I swear."

He got a few seconds to think. That was perfect.

"I'm hard already. You won't have to worry about a thing. Just press some lube inside the flashlight, and that's it. Seriously, I need your help. You'd be saving my life. Please, don't let me down."

I finished with a please.' Does it sound humiliating for an alpha? Maybe, yes. But everything is allowed during the conversion time. It doesn't mean you'll have to continue saying please' all the time, just during the beginning. You gotta give if you want to get something in return.

"Dude, this is so wrong."

"Patty, you've touched my dick already. For about a week already. What's the big deal? I'm only asking because I need this very much. D'you think I'd ask if I could do it myself? Look at me. Seriously, look at me." And I showed my arms to him. I should look like a begging dog by now, but it was showing to be effective.

"I don't know why I said yes to you..."

"Because you're a good boy who likes to help those in need. Ain't you?"

He was silent. He was absorbing that information. He was a good boy helping someone in need. He just needed to know I was his master, but it would be revealed soon.

"Why don't you just help me out of these pants, so I can try to do it myself?"

He was hesitant again. Probably the information I was hard got him thinking. But I also knew he was considering his curiosity. C'mon, it's not too difficult to read bitches when you know you have a bitch by your side.

He sighed and did what I didn't see coming. He kneeled in front of me, and in a cocksucking position, he unbuckled my jeans. He was touching my cock over the fabric of the jeans. Once he had unzipped me, I raised my butt so that he could get my shorts off. My cock was stuck in the underwear, so when it passed the lower half of my thighs, it ricocheted back, and there was a loud sound of my dick slapping my belly.

As I had my eyes open, he pretended he didn't see anything and gave me the flashlight I could barely take with my hands. I made it seem as if it was even harder to grab the object. I pretended I couldn't hold it, so it was falling all the time. He'd need to get back on his knees to grab it from the floor.

"Fuck it! Where's the lube?" he asked.

I pointed to the coffee table. He got it and pressed the tube into the flashlight he took from my hands.

"Can you point it up? I ain't touching it."

I put my dick in an upward position, and he slid the flashlight all the way down my cock. This was my time to sigh and close my eyes, which doesn't mean I wasn't peeking his actions very carefully. I noticed he was very mesmerized with the sight of my hard cock. Probably, he's never seen a dick this big in his whole miserable life. Those were the eyes of jealousy. Just think how he wanted to have a dick as big as mine. He looked at my face and found me looking up with the eyes shut. He took the chance to observe my dick more closely. His head was getting closer to my cock, but it was still a safe distance.

Patty started pumping my cock with vigor. I didn't want to come quickly, so I asked him to go slower. That was a good indication of how I was controlling him. When you can not only make them jerk you off, but also do it the way you want, you're a winner. He'd pull the flashlight all the way until only the head was still inside the tube, then he'd go back deep. The bitch was teasing me. Can you believe it?

He took every chance he had to observe my cock, and I think I saw him licking his lips very quickly. This was becoming very good. On the background, a chick was sucking a cock with so much passion. Did Patty think about it? I caught him looking at my balls. Big balls that almost touched the couch under me. Lips licking again?

Those were again the eyes of curiosity. If you give a little candy to a child every day, he'll get used to that. But once you offer one of those big tubes full of gum, they'll become hypnotized. And Patty was hypnotized. His eyes couldn't stop observing and studying my anatomy.

"How long do you take to cum?" he asked out of naïve curiosity.

"It depends. It's always faster when I'm fucking pussy, or when my body is being teased. I like some nipple play."

"What's that?"

"You know. When the chick starts to touch your nipples and maybe even lick it."

"I don't think I'd feel anything. My nipples ain't sensitive at all."

"Oh, maybe you just didn't get anyone to do it right. It's the same you do with chicks. Haven't you ever with Alice?"

"Not really. I mean, I suck on her tits, but not just the nipple."

"See? You got a lot to learn... d'you wanna try?"

"D'you want me to lick your nipples?"

"Well, maybe later. I can do it first if you don't mind. If you don't like it, then you just let me know."

He thought for a few seconds. Probably, he wanted to consider how gay that could be. As there were no genitals involved, he agreed.

"But quickly." He stated.

"Nice. Just lay against the couch."

He let go of my cock and its head smeared precum and lube on my belly. I looked first at his face and then down at his smooth pink nipples. I touched it with my mouth and tongue as I'd do with Cecile. Some alpha males don't like to have any contact with the bitch, but I don't agree that's a good idea. In my opinion, contact is good, but it must be done as if the bitch had a female body. There are no pecs, but tits, no cock, but a hymen. The bitch's body must be wired as a woman would be. Tits, hymen, butt, ears, neck... Well, man can be wired like that as well, but the touching is different, it tends to be rougher. With a bitch, I like to treat him as a girl.

"Oh, fuck" Patty spoke it out. There was no denying he was in cloud nine with my lips in his tits. It was fun to see that the TV showed a guy fucking and sucking a chick's tits.

"Perfect timing," I said knowing that this information would be only half comprehended. His brain was busy processing the pleasure from my tongue on his skin. I knew from the very beginning he'd melt once I got my mouth in his tits. Bitches don't change much; they're like that.

"So, I think you liked it, didn't you?"

Patty didn't know what to say. He should be feeling a bit feminized as he'd put it. Well, he couldn't blame me for that.

"Patty, that's just your body responding to a stimulus. I like it too. Wanna see?"

I took his head with my hand and brought it to my nipples. His hand back to jerking off my dick with the flashlight.

He didn't know how to do that, but he was trying to mimic me. The bitch got me even harder as I imagine that mouth licking up my entire body. How he'd suck my cock. I felt the temperature of his tongue for the first time. And it continued for at least two minutes when things got out of control.

He stood up, looked for his clothes and rushed to put them on. "I'm sorry, this is wrong, Karl. This is so fucking wrong."

And he went away.

"Fuck!" Well, that's how turning a straight guy into a bitch works. Two steps forward then one step backward. But don't worry because although he freaked out, we moved a long way that day towards his turning.

I got rid of the fake plaster and texted Alice. I told her everything that had happened and asked her help. She just said she had it under control, and I could trust her.

When I saw the word `trust' I started thinking about what she could want with me besides giving Cecile to her on a tray. What could she want besides Cecile?

On the next day, I went to the gym looking for Patty, but he wasn't there. I asked in the reception, and they told me he didn't come that day. Anyway, I shouldn't worry. This is normal. This is the moment you're the one who shall not freak out. Again, this is normal. Strange would be if he got down on his knees and sucked me right there at that time. Turning a man into a bitch takes time and patience. And I had plenty of both. Before meeting Patty, I couldn't control myself very well, but he was teaching me how to be patient and work little by little toward a goal. I could wait. Alice would do something about it.

Since I had a lot of free time to spare, I decided to get a few stuff I left in that gym a long time ago and bring to my flat. A few barbells that I could use somewhere else. I went to a back room that nobody used and heard a couple fucking. The sound is very typical, so I did not doubt that I was dealing with a guy and a girl copulating.

I entered the room with no hesitation. I was in my right to be there, and those fucking inside the room should be out of there. How surprised was I when I saw Steve on his knees fucking Monica who was on her fours near broken equipment that once belonged to the gym?

"Fuck!" They stopped and tried to dress up.

"Nah, don't bother putting it back on. I caught the both of you. You're in my hands now. That's such a bad place to fuck someone, Steve. You should know that."

"I know," he said covering his dick with his bare hands, "it was so sudden. It just happened."

"I should tell the receptionist or the manager."

"Please, don't," Steve begged. "You know how much I like this place."

"Yeah, I do know."

"So, please?" he kept begging. That was giving me ideas. Cliché ones, but still. It could be fun. I loved to see bitches begging, and Steve was getting me hard. His sudden wish to become straight was turning me on. I did like to work with straight guys and show them where they belonged.

"Well, we can work on some arrangements."

Monica was on the back; I could see her whole body naked turned to me. She should be trying to get me to fuck her. I thought she should be at least trying to hide her parts somehow. Their clothes were near them. She even smiled when I talked about arrangements.

"What kind of arrangements?" she asked.

"Well, we can start with having my dick sucked. Are you in or out?"

She answered `in' quite instantly. She was on heat. I shouldn't be surprised she dragged Steve to that place to be fucked. She would do the same with any other guy who passed by. Now it was my turn.

She came on her fours toward me, put her hands over my pants, unbuckled, unzipped, lowered my shorts, underwear, and got my dick in her mouth. Everything in less than two minutes. She was a good cocksucker. That was undeniable. I don't like when gay guys say chicks can't suck dick because they don't have one. It doesn't always work like this. Some people are natural; it happens with guys and girls. But guys, of course, take on the duty much more easily. The thing is a blowjob can be painful if not done right. To suck right isn't that hard, but some people are too eager or believe everything is only mouth on cock and nothing else. A mouth has teeth, and tongue, on the back there's throat and so on. It's not just mouth. There's saliva, wetness, warmness. A guy usually knows it better; guys know that a mouth isn't just a mouth. Usually, guys aren't lazy. But it doesn't mean guys will always suck right, and chicks wrong.

Anyway, I couldn't complain about Monica. She got me hard. Steve was on the back watching us, but I couldn't let it be so easy for him, right?

"Monica, you're a good cocksucker," I said, "but I'm a very demanding guy. Usually, when I'm not with my girlfriend, I get two cocksuckers to get me off. Do you know another cocksucker?"

"Yes, but they aren't here," she was looking up at me.

"Oh, what a shame. What should we do then?" I pretended I was thinking. "Any idea, Steve?"

Steve was is shock again. It seemed the first time he saw me when Aaron introduced us. "Not really, Karl. Please..."

Didn't he want his girlfriend to know he was a cocksucker? She should know that.

"Steve, you got a mouth, don't you?"

It was Monica's turn to be in shock. I don't know if it was a surprise to learn I wanted a guy to suck me, or if she was shocked to know Steve was about to become a cocksucker.

"Karl, please..."

"Yes. Please me. C'mon. I've got a lot of dick that you guys can share. Just come."

He was so hesitant but came to me. I liked Steve. His problem with denying orders, the way he looked lost when we bossed him around. Sometimes I thought he wanted to break free, but other times I thought it was just what he wanted: men to give him orders.

Steve kneeled before me, close to Monica who was astonished. "Steve, you...?"

"What's the problem, Monica?" I asked, "He's got a mouth just like you, so tell me, what's the problem?"

"Well, he's a man..."

"I can see that. But where's the problem there?"

"Is he gay? Are you gay?" she asked him.

"Sucking cock doesn't make you gay. Only if you like it. Let's see whether Steve enjoys a cock in his mouth? Monica, lead my cock to his mouth, will ya? Put your hand behind his head and lead the way. Yes, just like that."

It was a beautiful scene to see the couple that was so straight until a few minutes ago, being so intimate with my dick as bridge connecting them. A dick can represent a nice way of creating bonds between human beings.

Steve opened his mouth very slowly as if it was his first-time sucking cock. I wish I could remember him of the other times he swallowed my cock and load. But I wouldn't do that. I wanted Monica to think it was his first-time.

"You really doing it?" she asked.

"And again, what's the problem? Let him have some as well. There's plenty for the both of you." I smiled at her, but she couldn't understand what was fun about having her boyfriend sucking a cock. "Why don't you suck my balls?" I dragged her head to my sack, and she licked it like the hungry girl she was.

"Steve, I know you can do better than this" I winked at him. He was pretending he's never done it before. But I wanted him to show to Monica how well a guy can be when sucking dick. "Monica, guide Steve here. He needs your help to get more of my dick in his small mouth, don't you, Steve?"

Monica put her hand back on her boyfriend's head and pulled it towards me. More of my dick disappeared in his mouth. He didn't gag; he was used to that. I wondered how many cocks Steve had sucked in his life. Hundreds of dicks or was he just a natural?

I loved to watch Monica with Steve looking at me while my dick was in between the two of them. Monica grabbed Steve's head with her both hands when she finally understood what I wanted. She started to use his head to get me off as you do with a flashlight. Back and fro, the way it must be. Steve was sweating. He closed his eyes and let my little game flow. Well, he didn't have any other option.

The thing is I wanted more.

"He sucks a cock very well, Monica. Did you know your boyfriend was a cocksucker?"

"No, I didn't. This isn't his first time, is it? Is it, Steve?"

Poor Steve couldn't answer with a mouth full of dick. But he tried to deny this information. How could he deny something so obvious? No straight guy would suck a dick so professionally if he hasn't done it before.

"Haven't you asked him this question before? I didn't know it myself, but I'd say, based on what I see, that he is really into this. If he told you he wanted to suck me, would let him?"

"I think so. I don't know. This should be weird..." she answered.

Monica was a bit slow. I noticed that first time I saw her. She didn't know exactly what she wanted. Steve was more objective, but he needed guidance. Plus, he couldn't say no to me and I knew how to make use of that.

"Monica, I like Steve sucking me, but I want more. Do you understand me?"

She smiled and started touching her pussy as if waiting for my dick there.

"Do you want me to fuck your pussy?"

"Oh yeah, fuck my pussy."

"Thing is I don't like to fuck pussy when I'm dating someone. See? I have plenty of pussy when I'm with Cecile, so I need to do something extra. Something she wouldn't do with me. That's why I won't be fucking your pussy today. But I want to fuck an asshole. Will you give it to me?"

"My ass?" she looked a bit shocked, scared maybe.

"Yes, you have a hole there, don't you? I want to put my dick there." I was saying everything slowly so that she could follow me. She knew what anal sex meant, but she wasn't expecting it.

"I don't like that. Seriously, I'm not into anal." She protested a bit. I was taken by surprise when she said she didn't like it. I confess I thought she'd be game.

"So now we have a problem, don't we? I don't want to leave her without fucking a good ass, coz if I do, I'll go straight to the manager to say what I saw you guys doing here."

"But you're doing it too." Monica wasn't as dumb as I imagined.

"True. But I know the manager, he trusts me, and he'll believe in me and not you. So, Monica, what are we going to do about this?"

"I don't know, please, not my ass..."

"But I need to fuck an ass, Monica. If not yours, then what?"

Yes, she got the message after all. She looked at Steve with pleading eyes.

"Steve, would you? Please? For me?"

I was laughing so badly inside. She had no clue her boyfriend was hungry for cock. She only had to look at his dick to realize how much he enjoyed sucking dick. It was hard as stone. Straight guys shouldn't be hard when sucking a cock. It doesn't make sense.

Steve finally let my cock out and looked quizzical. I smiled sheepishly. That was quite comical.

"What?" he asked Monica.

"Will you let him fuck you?" she asked. That was so cute.

"No. Why don't you let him fuck you?" It was even more fun than imagined. Steve was trying to pretend he wasn't into dicks. I was wondering whether he'd accept the terms straightaway of if he'd pretend. He didn't want other to know his little big secret.

"Steve, it hurts. I've tried it before..."

"If it hurts for you, why wouldn't it hurt in me?"

"Dunno. You're a man. You can deal with pain better. I hate pain. Please."

During all this nonsense, Steve was hard and leaking. Monica didn't realize there was something wrong with her boyfriend so far; I didn't think she'd ever notice it.

"So, have you guys reached an agreement, or I'll have to choose it myself?"

"Steve, go. You'll like it. Your dick's still hard; I'm sure you like his cock. C'mon." oh! She finally saw it. I looked at Steve. He was nervous. I squinted my eyes, and he read my mind. How would he deny my dick when I offered like this? It didn't matter whether his girlfriend was there watching us or not. He had to accept my gift. I enjoyed seeing his facial expression; something like a dog that's done something wrong.

"So?" I inquired again but looking at him. My dick right in his face.

"Ok..."

"Ok, what?" I wanted the whole sentence.

"Ok, you can fuck my ass, sir."

The bitch was leaking. He should be so happy. A few dogs pee when too excited. That was Steve being a dog.

"Get on your fours coz I want to fuck you from behind."

He turned his ass to me and waited.

"Help me here," I asked Monica. She came and directed my dick to her boyfriend's hole. "You should try to help him. It's gonna hurt, and he needs someone to be comforting him. It could be you being fucked right now."

I saw my dick disappearing inside Steve's ass. Monica caressed his head and tried to support him by saying you can do this,' or think about me.' I think the last thing he'd remember when being fucked was her. He groaned. The lube was his saliva. I wanted to make this remarkable.

"Spit on my dick," I asked her. She did as I asked and even spread her saliva on my cock with both hands. "Why don't you suck his dick and swallow his cum?"

I usually wouldn't allow my bitches to cum from genital stimulation, but I wanted to feel his hole squeezing my cock. She found a position on her back and sucked his dick. I looked at her pussy. I could bet the ass I was fucking was a hundred times better than that. Nothing could be as tight as that. I pulled Steve's hair and started pounding. I wanted to make it last; I wanted him to feel all of me inside his ass.

"You're such a bitch. You never pretend you don't want my cock in your ass again. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's right" I slapped his butt so hard, it was red from the first time my hand got in touch with his skin. I kept slapping it with my good hand as if my life depended on that.

I felt Steve's ass squeezing my cock after five minutes or so. Monica showed her face again; her mouth full of cum.

"What? You don't swallow?" I asked. I didn't expect that. "So, share with your boyfriend. Kiss him."

She looked disgusted, but spit all of my cum into his mouth.

"Clean his dick with your mouth and this time make it shine. Swallow every drop you get from him and don't disobey me ever again.

She went back to his dick, and there she stayed for other three minutes.

"Now fuck off before I make you swallow my cum too."

Monica dressed up and ran away. Just before turning to leave, she looked at us again and apologized.

"Isn't this better than fucking her pussy?" I asked Steve.

"Yes, sir." He answered. I knew he wasn't very happy; my fucking should be hurting him, but it was part of being a bitch. Pain endurance is necessary for any good bitch. Great bitches learn how to turn pain into pleasure. It's all a matter of how you see and understand the world.

"I'll cum into your ass. You love my cum, don'tcha?"

"I love it, sir."

"Yeah, I know you do. So, next time, you're gonna ask for my dick when we're together again, with Monica by your side. Got it?"

It took Steve a few seconds to answer, but he finally complied.

A few more thrusts and his pussy was full of cream.

"Now be useful for once in your life and help me to get Patty to be a pussy too," I said thinking of my cock inside Patty's bubble butt.

"Yes, sir."

"Yeah, yeah... Now fuck off you too."

I had to plan my next steps to turning Patty into a slut. It was getting very close now. I only had to take him to my apartment again. Alice would help me with that.

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