From Straight to Bitch Club

From straight to bitch Club

By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com

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

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Part 08

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I was sure I had to open a website, or maybe a blog or something, and introduce the idea I had of the "straight to bitch" club to the world. That's how I imagined this club, a group of alpha males who would identify a potential bitch boi and then turn him into an insatiable cock-taker. I didn't think the boy should be necessarily straight, he could be hetero, bi, homo or whatever, but I wanted those who were still questioning their sexuality. When I got home after that dinner with Patty, Aaron and the others, I decided to think about it a little further. I had essays to write for uni but it wouldn't take too much of my time. Before sketching a simple design for the blog, I got myself thinking about the situations that made me change so much in so little time.

As I said, I wanted to find young men (at that time I hadn't considered older guys, but it would change when I left uni) who questioned their own sexuality. I wondered why I had chosen Patty then, since he never presented any indication of such a doubt. For the world he was a straight man, he dated a nice and beautiful woman, and his life would probably go on like this forever if he hadn't come across me. So why did I choose him? The answer was actually obvious. I mean, a man with a bubble-butt like the one he had would never live peacefully as a straight man because sooner or later another man would try to fuck him, just as I wanted to. I even thought that maybe he had been fucked already or at least molested. If he hadn't, I was sure he was part of the imagination of many men who jerked off thinking of his ass. If he hadn't been fucked yet, in the future someone would certainly do that because of the dick magnet he had on his back, begging to be fucked. But, of course, that's not all. Patty was a natural submissive, he couldn't say `no' to anyone, he couldn't talk to real men and look them in the eyes, he couldn't fight for something he wanted, but instead, he needed someone to do that for him. You see, there's a pattern here and I knew I'd be able to find many other guys like him – Steve for example. But Steve had been broken already, what was the fun in using a boy who wanted to be used? That's when I understood that this was more about who I wanted to turn into a bitch than finding potential bitches. How come I've never thought of it before meeting Patty?

My phone vibrated. I found it under a small pile of papers and saw a message from Aaron asking if I had checked the video Steve recorded under the table. Shit, how could I forget this?' I looked for the files of videos and there it was on the top of the screen. I touched the video and suddenly I couldn't help but laugh loudly. What the fuck is this?' I have to admit I've seen many dicks in my life. I've been an athlete for so many years, I've spent so much time in locker rooms, common showers, massage parlours. I've seen dozens or hundreds of limp dicks, but this one made me think of my little brother when we were kids sharing the shower. I think he was six and I was ten, I used to laugh at him because his weelie was so ridiculous. Of course, we were just kids and I wanted to bully my little brother, who's never been laughed at this age? But Patty? His hard dick was simply pathetically small, the foreskin covered the head because his dick just hadn't developed, it was without a doubt a kid's little penis. He had trimmed his pubes and his balls were smooth like a pink peach (and so were his thighs). I saw Stevie grabbing Patty's weelie, the penis disappeared completely inside his right hand. I can't believe this' I thought. The video was short because he came very quickly. Not only his weelie is small, but he comes in less than a minute. How can his girlfriend get along with him?'

Don't get me wrong, I know that many bottoms have horse-sized dicks (as experience would prove to me), but this was Patty. I sent the video to Aaron and he had the same reaction I did. He texted me a long line of KKK's and emoticons of laughter. I can't deny that Patty was perfect for me, because was he any different I'd probably give up on my plans and leave him alone. If he had a huge dick, maybe one that was bigger than mine, I wouldn't feel like going after him anymore. That would make me feel weird, disgusted, disappointed. At that time of life, I was still very confused about having sex with other men, anything could make me change my mind: a big-dicked bottom for instance. The video stimulated me to go on. I felt like I had to fuck Patty then more than ever.

I finished writing my essays and moved to my computer. I needed a blog. My first post was terrible, the blog looked awful, but I made my intentions very clear without indicating my identity. I created an e-mail account and asked people to get in touch with me. Anyone who was interested in turning straight boys into bitch bottoms. I also identified myself as a student at that specific university, so anyone who studied there or was applying for a position there, should contact me if my plans interested them. When I finished that, I got a bit disappointed. Who would see that? The chances were really small, and even if anyone did, everything there looked so ridiculously cheap and dodgy. Still, I decided to leave it there as I got nothing to lose. I had to sleep because my plans for the next day were getting me hard. The bodybuilders competition with Patty would be sensational. It would represent the time I'd introduce him to my dick and then later pave the way for the greatest public humiliation of his life.

When I woke up, I had a massive morning wood. It was a hot day, I was naked on the top of my bed, lazily stretching my muscles. I looked over my chest and saw my aching cock lying over my belly, its purple head two or three inches over my navel oozing precum. I felt proud because I had a cock that big. Not only long, it was thick, massive and, I'd dare to say, beautiful. I've never worshipped my dick, maybe because I wasn't too much into comparing myself with other guys, but this was changing. I was thrilled after seeing how small Patty was, how ridiculous he looked after comparing his pencil weelie with my own dick greeting me a `good morning'. You don't need to be gay to appreciate a dick like mine, just that small hint of curiosity would get any guy on his knees willing to take a better look at it. I felt like I wanted to have my pride and ego boasted before my classes. I reached for my phone over the bedside table and scrolled down my contact numbers. I could have called my girlfriend, but she wouldn't be able to provide me what I wanted. I don't mean she wouldn't be able to make me cum, but that's not what I was looking for. I didn't know a single woman who could talk about my dick without getting embarrassed about it. Also, I believe that I didn't like to force them because their words never sounded honest to me. That's why I went straightaway to Steve, for I knew he would be able to say what I needed to hear.

`Hey, had breakfast?' I wrote.

It took him a couple minutes to answer. `No, sir. I was about to get up'

`Come to my place. Grab 2 sandwiches at the café downstairs and come up'

I sent him my address and answered another message from him, where he said he had work to do. Well, I had work to do too but I was still inviting him over. Plus, I didn't ask him if he was busy. It's hard to be patient with these bitches sometimes. In the end, he just replied a `yes, sir. On my way' and got offline. I was impressed with his agility as my interphone buzzed in less than twenty minutes. I was still in my bed, slowly stroking my cock when I got up to let him in. I lived in a small but nice flat. It didn't have walls separating the kitchen, room and living room. Everything was open, except for the bathroom near the bed. When I heard a knock on the door, I yelled "It's open" and Steve came in. He was carrying a paper bag in one hand and a small bottle of orange juice in the other. He saw me naked on the bed, and he couldn't even pretend he wasn't staring at my dick.

"You really love dick, don't you?" I asked rhetorically. "Bring over my sandwiches here"

While he walked towards me, I sat down on the bed. My dick was still pointing upwards, so as I tried to get myself comfortable, I felt it almost touching my nipple. How come I've never noticed that? If I lowered my head towards my knees, I could touch my nipples with my dick. Anyway, if I was impressed, Steve was delighted.

"Did you eat anything?" I asked as Steve continued staring at my cock.

"N... No, sir" he stuttered. "Bit hungry"

"I give you two options. Will you sit by my side and eat a sandwich with me, or will you kneel down between my legs and worship my cock for me?" I asked but Steve didn't answer. He gave me the bags and kneeled down, maybe afraid I could change my mind. "I bet you'd starve to death but would still prefer a nice cock like mine than eating, am I right?"

"Yes, sir" he mumbled and opened his mouth to engulf my leaking cock. However, before he could have my cock in his mouth, I stopped his head with my left hand.

"I didn't invite you here to suck me. I want you to worship my dick. D'you know what that mean?"

"I thought I just had to suck you" his eyes begged for my agreement.

"Nah. Start by grabbing my dick and stroking it slowly" his right hand was fast and it was around the base of my cock, right next to my balls, in less than a second. "Good. Now tell me, boy. Why d'you like my dick so much?"

"It's hard to explain, sir" he answered, his eyes glued to the tip of my cock as precum leaked and ran down the shaft towards his hand. "It's so... it's so powerful"

"What you mean?" I asked before opening the bag and grabbing the sandwich. I opened the plastic while he was there thinking about what to say.

"I think this will sound stupid, but it reminds me of a day when my father taught me how to shoot. He had this gun, I never held a gun in my life, but he wanted me to learn. When I grabbed the gun, I felt so powerful, I mean, it was scary too, but so damn powerful. You feel like you can do anything..." he quickly looked at my face, as if he needed permission to talk further. I started eating, but asked him to continue before chewing. "So, when I hold your dick, I feel like that. I think you can hurt people with your dick, sir. If you hit it against my face, it'd hurt like hell. When you fucked me, it was really painful. But it made me so proud of myself, so powerful to know I had endured the pain and got it all inside of me"

"Now tell me, why the hell you prefer to see me coming than coming yourself? You know, this doesn't make sense to me. Girls would never accept that. I always thought it was the same with fa... I mean, gay guys. Before talking to Aaron and seeing you, I thought gays would jerk off each other till both of them came, but it's not like that with guys like you, right? I really don't get it. Coming is so fucking good, don't you feel that?"

"Well, I do, but..." his eyes were back to my dick, staring the precum that was still oozing around the shaft. "Can I lick that, sir? Please"

I looked down to see what he meant, and nodded. Steve was visibly desperate to taste my juices. As soon as he got my consent, he rushed his mouth towards my dick and licked the whole extent of my pole, from where his hand grabbed it to the tip. He opened his mouth to get the head inside, and squeezed my dick, milking more juices that flooded on his tongue.

"Enough" I ordered him to stop while I took the other sandwich. Steve looked sad when he realized he couldn't suck my dick. I thought of a day when I asked Cecile to not suck me because I wasn't in the mood and she quickly agreed. I used to think that everyone was the same, but I started guessing I was wrong. For guys like Steve, sucking a dick can bring more pleasure than being sucked. I just couldn't get that yet.

"It's hard to explain, sir" he continued. "I just think I'm not worthy coming when a man like you with such a perfect cock hasn't cum. Besides, when I make you cum, I feel so good with myself, it's such a great feeling to know that someone like me was able to make a man like you cum. It's a hundred... no... a thousand times better than coming, sir"

"If I ask you not to cum, would you be able to do that for... let's say... a whole week?" I asked not really sure that a guy could remain more than a week without getting off.

"I think I could go on forever, as long as you allowed me to get you off... sir"

That surprised me. I thought he was exaggerating, no one could do that, but as I looked at him again, I started wondering. This guy was obsessed with my dick, I've never seen such a desire before. How come?' I asked myself again. I was taking mental notes of what I'd suggest to be a guide of the straight to bitch club'. The members would have to limit or stop completely the right to cum of their bitches, because if they did, they wouldn't be entirely bitches. But the members would only be allowed to do that after deciding to offer their own cocks to the bitches, because that's what I learned with Steve. In other words, a bitch can remain days, weeks, or maybe months (who knows years) without coming, but only as long as they've received another dick to replace their own. Steve had made that somehow clear to me, `if I can make a superior cock like yours cum, why should I cum then?'

As I didn't want to share my dick with Steve, since Patty was the one I had in my mind, I shouldn't ask that to him. Maybe Aaron had done that already because I've never seen Steve touching his dick (I couldn't even imagine such a scene). I think Steve wanted me to order him not to cum ever again, because then he'd know that I was offering him my dick. He wanted to submit to me completely, but that couldn't happen. I confess that I even felt a bit bad for denying such a commitment, but that wasn't his purpose with me.

"So, tell me" I said, changing the subject a little bit, "what it felt like to suck my friend's dick yesterday at the restaurant?"

"Well, my penis is bigger than his, sir. I mean, I only did that coz you asked me to, otherwise..."

"I see" my thoughts turned back to Patty and his hilarious little weelie. I had another bite of the sandwich and changed the subject again. "Have you always enjoyed dicks? I mean, have you never been into chicks at all?"

"Well, before meeting Aaron I had a girlfriend..." he answered visibly consternated.

"Bullshit!" I said with my mouth full, even more surprised than before. "That's a joke, right? What would you do with a pussy? You like dicks so much. Look at you". Steve was about to answer, but I took a look at the time and knew I had to rush. I still got a lot to ask him, I was even more curious about his life now, but I had to leave it for later.

"Can't I make you cum, sir? Please?" he asked with those eyes of lost puppies.

"Sorry. I'm saving cum for someone else. I just wanted you to make me hornier so I can cum more" I stood up. My phone buzzed, it was Cecile asking for me. We had classes together. "I'm late. Get out"

As fast as Steve came in, he got out. When he closed the door, I thought I had been a bit rude with him, but he didn't seem upset or disappointed. On the contrary, I think he was quite happy for being treated like a cheap whore. It was obvious I still had a lot to learn about bitches and the way they think.

I called a taxi for uni because I didn't have much time for cycling or walking. I got my phone and send a message to Aaron, just to make sure he hadn't forgotten our agreement about Patty. Hey! My boy is hungry and need his milk. R u working on it? Gym by 12'. He confirmed he was doing his best and should have the milk' by then. I had to push Aaron everyday or he'd let it go, he was just too laid back, almost my opposite. I didn't know how he could get so much cum, and I wasn't really interested about it as long as he had it in time. It's hard to describe how excited I became every time I thought of Patty drinking glasses of cum. Oh, if I could I'd multiply his cum doses by two, three. I'd make him have cum for breakfast, lunch and dinner. `One day...' I thought. Why was I so obsessed with Patty? There was a connection between the two of us, a subtle but strong bond that I still couldn't comprehend. I've had fantasized about this sort of things before, but I've always thought of women as the target of my fantasies. When Patty took their place, everything became so much more intense and real. It represented my ultimate idea of superiority, power, almost divinity. Changing the nature of someone was amazing, I felt like creating someone in accordance to my wills. Nothing was more important than my desires.

`If u have all the cum by 12, start thinking about tomorrow. The more the better' I replied Aaron.

`U gonna dry my sources' Aaron wrote.

Oh, how I wish I could cum gallons and feed him myself alone. Before feeling frustrated I rushed to my classroom because I'd have a long day ahead. My dick was still hard in my pants. I was afraid someone could see the volume, I had chosen inconspicuous pants, but this is the downside of having a huge dick. When I saw Cecile, I put my books over my crotch before approaching her. I don't think she noticed anything, or she just pretended nothing happened. Nothing would make my hardon subside, regardless of how hard I tried. It wasn't easy to concentrate. Cecile asked me twice if I was ok, to which I answered `of course'. By the end of the class, I announced I had to rush to the gym. She didn't hide her disappointment, but said I should have fun.

It was about lunchtime when I arrived at the gym, which wasn't a problem because there was a good restaurant there. I sat by one of the tables and turned my look to the door so I could see Patty coming in. I looked at my watch and it was still early. I saw Aaron approaching me. He greeted me and sat by my side. He was wearing gym pants and a white t-shirt with the gym's logo that was visibly too tight for him.

"You look a bit anxious today. You ok?" he asked me. I was getting tired of being asked this question.

"Yeah, not bad" I sighed already annoyed.

"You need to relax, dude. Or Patty will feel there's something wrong with you. You may scare him then you lose him. That happened to me when I started... unh..." he lowered the ton of his voice "fucking guys"

I looked at Aaron whose face was not far from mine. He couldn't be more correct. I started thinking what was wrong with me. Why was I acting like that? I used to be such a calm man, I never let anything get out of my control, but suddenly I had changed. The bigger the transformation I wanted to impose on Patty, the bigger was my own transformation.

"If you get him to do everything you're planning for him, the two of you'll become beasts" Aaron continued while he ate dices of watermelon I'd gotten for dessert.

"You can't become a master if you don't get to know your own beasts first, right? Maybe I need to unleash them to see what they look like" I retorted.

"Maybe, but if you can't deal with them you'll become one yourself. You need to calm down and go slower, you know?"

I looked at him out of the corner of my eyes. The first thing I thought was `look who's talking... the guy who gave me a handjob in a public restroom'. Then I gave his words a second thought. That is, I had considered exposing Patty as a bitch for the world, but I hadn't thought about his reaction. I was so excited with the ideas that lingered on my mind that I couldn't see the fact that going too fast now would get Patty to run away from me. Aaron was still eating my watermelon while I finished my meal. I had to change my plans.

"D'you remember that guy? What's his name? The gay one, the one who loved to show off his muscles in the locker rooms... He offered blowjobs to everyone"

"You mean Kevin? Kevin Burns?" Aaron suggested. I remembered this guy from the time Aaron and I used to work out together in an old gym not far away from our houses in a faraway suburb. The guy was more or less my age. He was a true slut. He always tried to suck my dick. Once he offered himself to me after trying to catch my attention during our training. When it happened, I told him I'd rather die than having my dick sucked by a dude, but things change. I'm so glad they do.

"Yeeeeah... Kevin. How could I forget his name? Do you think he'll be coming for the contest today?" I asked.

"Well, if he's still around I bet he will. Why?" Aaron was grabbing another dice but before taking it to his mouth, it fell on his lap. "Fuck"

"I got an idea here. Can you check if he's coming?" I asked when Aaron put the watermelon in his mouth.

"They must have the list online" he grabbed his phone, finally leaving my dessert alone. After a minute or two of browsing he said, "his name's here. And you won't believe this. Dude, he must be huge. He's on the 100kg category. He wasn't this big last time we saw him. He was what? 70 at most?"

"He's got potential. You know, he was tall and good genes" I took one of the six dices of watermelon Aaron hadn't eaten. "Anyway, the bigger the better"

"Why?" Aaron asked. "What you planning? You giving up on Patty and moving on? Kevin may be big but it'd be much easier to get him to suck you than Patty"

"Nah. I just want to use him to surprise Patty. I want to give him a twisted idea of what bodybuilding is about. This will be just a warm up coz the best is still to come. For now, I need to make him believe that his world is centered on my dick. I want him to dream about my dick. Then I want him to study my cock, every single inch of it so even if he had to choose one in a thousand dicks, he'd choose mine. D'you know what I mean?"

"No, not really" Aaron looked honestly confused. I looked around us, there was no one nearby so I continued.

"You saw the video I sent to you" Aaron laughed as I recalled that shameful recording. "Don't you agree that he'd feel attracted to a real cock if he had the chance to see one? As you said, if I forced him to suck me, maybe he'd run away, but if I take things a bit slower and just show him what a real dick is capable of, he'll start to think about how unfortunate he is"

"Unh, so now you want to get closer to him..."

"Nah" I interrupted. "I don't want to be his friend. I don't give a shit about him, but my dick does. I want him to believe my dick is his best friend in the world. Only then I'll change things a little bit, so he'll understand that my dick isn't his friend, but his master. When it happens he'll be mine"

"You got me confused again"

I wasn't worried whether Aaron understood my plans or not. I appreciated the fact he opened my eyes to my rushed and inconsequent behaviour, but it didn't mean I wanted to share all my thoughts with him. Besides, I had something more important to take care of. When I asked Steve not to suck me because I wanted to save my cum for another time, I thought I'd be using it with Patty. I thought I could take him to the competition and then say that the best source of protein was cum. Then I'd say that all contestants drink cum and that this was quite normal. He'd suck me and get a lot of my juice. As Aaron convinced me not to move too fast now, I realized I had a big problem in my pants.

"Forget about Patty for now then" I told Aaron. "You convinced me I have to be more patient with his transformation, but while I can't have him to do all the dirty work, I need someone else, if you know what I mean"

Aaron looked even more confused than before. He was making that `what do you mean' look, then I decided to show him my problem, rather than simply talk about it. I grabbed my dick through my pants, then looked downwards guiding his sight from my face to my crotch.

"I still have that same problem I told you yesterday at the restaurant restroom. I was saving this for Patty but as I'm not getting it from him I need a relief now" my eyes were back on his face, but his eyes were still glued to the outline of my dick in my pants. "I think I'll need your help again. You know, I just can't cum if I jerk off"

"Are you crazy, dude? Someone can see that" Aaron sounded worried, but he was still watching my hand caressing the whole extension of my dick. I knew I had a magnet in my pants, people just couldn't stop staring at it. I started doubting the purpose of monogamy when I had such a gift between my legs.

"Nah, the place is almost empty already. Plus, the table is big enough, don't worry" I grabbed his left hand and tried to bring it over my dick, but he pulled back.

"Not here. Let's go to the restroom or somewhere else" Aaron stated. I was glad that he denied me so vehemently but couldn't take his eyes off of my crotch. I could see his internal fight as his strict sense of moral made him aware of the danger, but his innermost nature begged for some action regardless of what could happen.

"Dude, no one is gonna see us here. I promise I'll keep both eyes open and I'll let you know if someone comes here. After all, that's the man's duty to watch the surroundings when he's being pleased in public areas like this, right?" it was a bit risky to say that last part, but I wanted to plant a small seed in his brain that I was the man in that small agreement of ours. I mean, I had the cock and he had the hand. As for his role, I let him decide what he wanted to be but, usually, it's restricted to the bottom, the bitch or the chick. While bottoms, bitches and chicks focus on the partner's cock, the guy pays them back by keeping his eyes open (but it doesn't happen sometimes).

"Toilet is easier" he insisted. Well, I knew already he'd stroke my dick, but I wanted him to do it there at the restaurant. At a first sight, one can wonder why I wanted to have it done in a public place if the result would be the same if we were in privacy. The point is that it was too easy to have him to jerk me off, and I didn't want it to become a routine, something like a friend lending a helping hand to a brother in need. It's obvious I could jerk off myself, I was telling Aaron I couldn't do that just to offer to his moral standards an excuse to allow him to surrender to his more basic instincts. I wanted to push him a bit further in his submission to me, to plant in his brain the idea that I was now doing with him what he used to with his bitch Steve. He was more than smart to know I was turning him into my bitch by asking him to jerk me off there at his working place. It was clear to me that this thought was making him very uneasy, but the power a dick has over curious guys is unimaginable. A top, but mainly a master, or a dominant man must know the power his dick has over other men and must use it to his benefit. Bottoms too, must know the power of seduction they have in order to get tops to fuck them. In the end, everything is about one's will to power, self-control and determination. If a man feels powerful and acts accordingly, he will be able to achieve a lot of things one may consider impossible. Having Aaron, an old bud, to stroke me under that table was a way I found to prove who was in control, so this wasn't just about me getting off.

"What if my dick gets soft as we walk there? You'll lose the chance to touch it. Plus, I'd really appreciate if you could stroke me here. That'd make me and my cock so happy, you got no idea. C'mon, you can do that" once again I grabbed his hand and brought it to my crotch. I was in heaven when I noticed how his resistance subsided when his hand held my covered dick. As my right hand surrounded his left hand around it, I felt his wedding ring with the tip of my finger. That was just delightful. There was an extra feeling of domination when I thought of having a married guy to get me off. In my head, it meant that he had an available pussy at home to do as he pleased at any time, but he still preferred to exchange that pussy for my cock, despite all the danger involved in that situation.

"We're crazy, dude" he whispered when I lowered my pants so I could release my cock for a more `intimate' touch.

"I'm watching. Don't worry. Just get me off. I'm so horny it will be fast, I swear"

I need to say that we were not that well-hidden. It wouldn't be hard for anyone walking around the restaurant to notice there was something not right in our table. Aaron had his back turned to the cashier where all the clients were gathered, but anyone could see his arm moving up and down while his hand worked on my cock. I myself wasn't very comfortable with the situation, but the excitement made everything way more enjoyable. The touch of his hand was very different from Cecile's or Steve's. That was a hand hardened by his work at the gym, it was big, rough, strong. I knew that that hand had touched a lot of tits and pussies, I've been with Aaron to brothels when we were younger and I've witnessed it. Now he was married and he was definitely fucking his wife whenever they could, but still there he was, stroking me again.

As my thoughts focused on my straight bud (or not that straight) jerking me off, I got myself close to coming. Well, it's obvious that I could cum if I didn't thought about anything, but imagination is almost everything during sex. When we think of the situation, the risks, our backgrounds, then we associate all of that with the sexual intercourse and pleasure is maximized immensely. I can be very loud when I'm coming, but I was learning how to hold my voice and don't overreact. I could feel my cock blasting cum everywhere, under the table, on the floor and onto Aaron's hand. He looked at me and tried a smile, maybe just trying to show me that what happened with us there shouldn't change our relationship. I don't know if it was possible to remain the same after what happened, but I'd try to pretend he was right. I liked Aaron as a friend and I still needed him as such. But, there would have things I'd like him to do for me besides jerking me off. As my cock finished squirting cum, he brought his hand over the table to show me my jizz. There was quite a lot between his fingers as he looked for a napkin to clean it off.

"Hey, wait. Why don't you put it on these last pieces of watermelon and eat them? I bet they would taste even better..." I teased him. It's just hard to explain how much I enjoyed watching dudes, mainly those straight-looking ones, eating my cum. I think that's because I imagine the journey of my sperm, partly originated in my balls (the core of my manhood), and travelling all the way to other people's digestive system. Then, much probably, the sperm would be absorbed into their blood stream and end up in their cells. Is there anyway one can be more powerful over someone else? I also need to say how different it feels to feed a guy and a chick, because it is not the same thing. For the reason I said above I like to feed both, but feeding guys is way more exciting and I explain why. A man's body produces its own sperm, that's his physiology, his manhood, but when he swallows my cum, I'm overpowering him. It feels like he's giving up on his own manhood so he can absorb mine instead. Sometimes, however, I wouldn't need to be the only one feeding my jizz to the guy. It could be a hundred, a thousand men, it didn't matter. When I wanted to create a bitch, the more the merrier, because it'd mean the bitch was losing his dominance over all those whose cum he swallowed. That was what I wanted for Patty. I wanted him to love cum, to be addicted to it, I wanted him to beg for more even knowing that he was asking for the juice of another man's balls. I thought this should be an important part of the club, that is, feeding the bitches with cum was strictly related to the process of turning them into lifetime bitches.

"No way..." he tried another smile, guessing I was joking, but my face was quite serious. I was challenging him, and he wouldn't say no to a challenge. "What the hell? I eat no spunk, dude"

"Well, I know you don't eat anyone's spunk, but I ain't anyone, right? We're buds. You know me, you know I'm healthy, I'm clean... shit, you even know the food I eat. Plus, I ain't asking you to eat it raw, but to use it to top the watermelon. C'mon, I always wondered if my jizz tastes nice, you can tell me" I knew that I was asking too much, so I'd have to use all of my persuasion to change his mind.

"You can eat it yourself then" he raised his hand as if offering it for me to lick, but I shook my head in disappointment.

"It's not the same thing. D'you trust the opinion of someone who's cooked his own meal? I mean, it's always either too good or too bad, right? You know, when you watch these cooking shows, they always have other people judging the meal, otherwise it wouldn't make much sense, would it?" I argued. Don't try to pay much attention on the meaning or the importance of my rationale. That doesn't matter whatsoever. The point here is to speak the more you can. You need to speak about anything without a break, just to stop the prey from thinking by his own. When you manage to stop his judgement you'll be one step closer of achieving your goal. I used to use this approach when I wanted to convince chicks to let me fuck them, but the strategy seemed quite useful with guys too.

"Sorry, dude, it's not happening..." he motioned to pick a napkin and clean his hand, but I held his hand still.

"Dude, look at your hand. My juice looks like condensed milk, doesn't it? You like sweets so much, I can't believe you'll just waste it" I continued, but Aaron was a nut hard to crack. I could see in his eyes he didn't want to be controlled by his instincts, so I realized I needed to offer something back. "Here's the deal. You must wonder if your juice tastes nice too, don't you? So, I promise I'll tell you that if you first tell me about mine. What d'you think?"

It's obvious I wouldn't swallow his cum, I didn't even say that, but in that situation where we were surrounded by danger, his hand drenched with cum, he'd never think about these details. He'd probably imagined that if he swallowed my jizz, I'd do the same with his. Well, he could think whatever he wanted as long as he had my baby makers swimming in his belly.

I think the idea of seeing me swallowing his cum, inspired him. He bit his lips and slightly shook his head, as if he answered mental inquiries that disturbed him. "Will you do that for me then, right?" he asked, making sure I'd do something for him, I just didn't know what exactly – and I didn't need to know because I'd deny it anyway. I have nothing against reciprocation, but I couldn't do anything for another guy. In my mind, sex with another man meant my lonely physical pleasure, and the psychological satisfaction of whoever got me off. Anyone can disagree with the way I think, but I make it clear that this is how I like it. I'd never blackmail or rape a guy against his will. I can insist, convince, persist, but it's open to him to accept it or not. Aaron, for instance, could say I forced him, but that would be a lie. Besides, he always knew my preferences because I've never hidden my thoughts regarding man to man sex from him. If he thought a bit harder, he could ask me why I'd swallow his cum if I always made clear I'd never do such a thing, but he didn't.

"Sure" I answered. "Now, here", I pushed the bowl with watermelon toward him, "take the watermelon and coat it with the milk before eating" I avoided saying words like cum or jizz because this could make him change his mind.

He looked at me, I nodded and whispered supporting words, like "c'mon, bud". Aaron slowly grabbed a dice of watermelon and dipped it in the small puddle of jizz that existed between his index finger and thumb. There was a lot of cum between the other fingers too, I could see the sticky cum there, still white but gradually becoming transparent. He raised his hand towards his mouth, then looked at me again. I gave him a supportive smile, then grabbed his arm and helped him to take the small piece of fruit, topped with warm cum, into his mouth. I didn't give him time to think about what he had just done, so I took another dice of watermelon, coated it with the cum in his hand and took it to his mouth.

"Fuck. Stop it or people will think we're gay" he pointed to the fact I was feeding him like lovers usually do. At that moment I laughed. But not from his remark. I laughed because of the idea he was more worried about me feeding him than eating my cum.

The third cube he did the process by himself, just like the first one. The fourth cube was interesting because he was trying to catch the cum between his fingers, so he spent at least thirty seconds entertained with my jizz on his hand. During this time, I had a small sort of revelation. I realized I was hard again, just from watching Aaron playing with my jizz and then eating it so eagerly. I thought I wanted to fuck him. I didn't think Aaron was a bitch, as I've said before, I thought he was just a case of a closeted gay guy who ended up married with a woman because he judged it easier. Still, I thought I had to be the first one to fuck him because that's why he came across me after so many years. That's destiny. Looking at him devouring my jizz, made me aware that sooner or later he'd end up being fucked by another man anyway, and probably he'd regret it. Maybe the guy would be a son of a bitch and even use my friend for his benefit. Aaron needed me and I needed to help him.

Although imagining his ass and the ways I'd pound him, I noticed he had eaten that fruit cube. "Lick your fingers clean" I suggested.

"Fuck you. Why don't you lick it clean?" he denied me with strong words but a soft voice. His denial was a strong evidence he wasn't so unconscious about what he had just done.

"Oh, c'mon. You ate almost everything already and judging from the way you ate it, I bet it tastes very good, right?" my heart was bumping faster as I started thinking about what I'd ask next. I put my right hand inside my pants and touched my cock very wet, sticky from cum (since I didn't clean myself after he jerked me off) and now precum that was already leaking from the tip again.

"The watermelon was good" Aaron was stated seemingly confused. He's usually not that dumb, he just didn't know how to react now that I was giving him orders.

"See? You didn't even taste my juice because the taste of the fruit was stronger. How you gonna tell me if it tastes good if you haven't even tasted it yet? Just lick your thumb then" I indicated the thumb because I saw it had more cum there.

He looked at his hand, and then again I grabbed his arm (with the hand that wasn't inside my pants) and pulled his hand closer to his mouth. He licked the thumb and turned his eyes to me.

"Yeah, dude. That was nice but there's still a lot left there. Why don't you suck your thumb? You know, this way you can drain everything. You don't want to have anything left there anyway, do you? Your hand must be all sticky with watermelon" I didn't say `sticky with cum' because, as you might know, he'd probably give up. I still had to be careful.

To my delight, he did as I asked without questioning me. In fact, there was still watermelon juice there, but there was way more cum than red juice. He left his thumb inside his mouth for a few seconds, then sucked it clean. As the thumb came out of his mouth, it was dry.

"Now the index finger. Look, still a lot of juice there" Now I was talking about my juice not the fruit. I could barely see any trace of watermelon there, but it didn't matter anymore. I think that by now he had even forgotten about my cum, he was thinking about the watermelon. He put the tip of his index finger in his mouth and enclosed it his lips.

"Get it all" I used my hand to pull his own hand closer to his mouth, and his finger disappeared completely. "Use your tongue to clean this spot where the finger meets the palm of your hand"

Aaron's eyes were still staring at me, so I licked my lips as if I was showing what I wanted him to do. I moved my tongue from one side to the other, and I rejoiced when I saw his tongue coming out from his stuffed mouth. Aaron didn't know it yet, but I was teaching him the way I liked to have my cock sucked. I think a warm mouth is essential for a good blowjob but it is the tongue that makes all the difference. The tongue gives to the mouth its singularity, that's what makes a mouth different from all other holes. So, I strongly believe that the tongue has to be moving all the time, as if caressing the shaft and stimulating it. I knew Aaron wasn't ready to give me a blowjob yet, he'd freak out and never talk to me again, but it doesn't mean I couldn't start teaching him how to do a good job.

"Let's move to the next finger. That's an important one. I can see it's all dirty" I stressed how important the middle finger was due to the obvious connection it has with dicks. I don't think Aaron associated one thing with the other as he inserted it in his mouth. I saw he put the finger up to the second notch and stopped there.

"Everything, c'mon, one, two..." I grabbed his arm again and made sure the finger had disappeared entirely. "Tongue" I reminded him. This time, I didn't have to lick my lips before watching his tongue licking the palm of his hand. "Just make sure you clean up everything, ok? Let me see" I pulled the finger out and pushed it in again. "Still a bit dirty" I wanted to keep doing this for a while, but the association with a blowjob would become too evident and he'd freak out.

"There was still a lot of watermelon in these fingers, right?" I asked.

"Yeah..." Aaron lied, a bit ashamed as he removed the finger from inside his mouth. I was giving my best not to laugh or smile because it'd look like I wasn't take it seriously. I wanted him to think it was really fucking important to me.

"That's bad. How you gonna tell me if my juice tastes good if you couldn't taste it at all? I'm pretty sure the taste of the watermelon overpowered it" I tried to sound disappointed. I liked the way it sounded because I knew Aaron was lying, he'd definitely tasted my jizz, but his lie had turned into my triumph for my next move.

"Whatever, dude. We're done here, right? Anyway..." Aaron continued, trying to move on with his life, but I wasn't ready for that yet.

"Wait" I said before he could move. "I got an idea"

I removed the hand that was grabbing my dick from inside my pants and presented it to him. "No watermelon here and still a lot of juice" I said, making him aware of how wet my hand was. It's not only that, my hand was not only wet, but it smelt like dick and cum. The taste should be quite the same of sucking a proper dick, I imagined. I knew this would be the closest Aaron would get to my cock in a long time because he still had the idea he was straight very well structured in his brain. Deconstructing such an idea would take me a lot of time and hard work, and if I did something wrong, I'd probably lose a friend for good. As I offered him my cum/precum-coated finger for him to lick, I understood things could get out of control, but sooner or later I'd have to take this step. I thought he was reacting well so far, so I had to give it a try. If he freaked out, I'd say I was kidding and change the subject. This moment was interesting because I could see he wanted to say something like `fuck you', but there was inside of him that really wanted to give my finger a try.

"Will you..." he started, but I quickly interrupted him.

"Just the tip of the finger. If you don't like it, you can even spit out. I swear it won't hurt my feelings" I said at once, afraid he'd ask me if I'd do the same with him. I wouldn't lie to him, so if he asked me this question, he'd probably leave me alone with a sticky hand. Still apprehensive, I approached his mouth with my index finger. He tried to look around, but I calmed him down, reassuring him that there was no one near us. It was true there was no one around us, but there were three women walking across the restaurant a few meters away. It didn't stop me because even if they looked at us, Aaron had his back turned to them, so they would never be able to guess he was sucking my finger.

"Fuck. Just the tip then..." he asked and I was sure he'd accepted the fact he'd be sucking my finger already.

"Sure. Just the tip" I opened my mouth once again trying to have him to imitate me. When he opened his mouth, not too wide but enough for my finger to enter, I put it in till the second notch. "Just use your tongue to get a good taste of the juice. Otherwise you won't taste anything again"

Aaron was fighting less now since things have gone this far. His tongue was swirling around my finger and I instinctively thought he'd make a great cocksucker. I pushed my finger farther into his mouth till it disappeared entirely. He opened his eyes in a timid attempt of protest, but I calmed him down.

"Shh, it's just that I saw juice there too. Relax" I quickly withdrew the finger and pushed it back in once, then twice. Again, I couldn't play risky now or he'd get away. So I preferred to take off my finger and quickly insert the middle one. I couldn't give him time to think, I couldn't ask him if he'd be willing to clean my other finger or he'd say no for obvious reasons. "This is the last one, I promise. Just in case you didn't taste it before"

I knew for sure that Aaron's patience was growing thinner, so I decided to stop there or he'd protest. But I had already what I wanted, a visual image of his lips around my finger. It wouldn't be too difficult for me to imagine my dick replacing my finger and it gave me a good idea of how he'd look like when I turned him into my cocksucker. I wanted to make him lick the palm of my hand, but he wouldn't do that. His face was changing from accepting to denial and annoyance. If I dragged him any further now, he'd probably never do anything for me again. I realized it was better not to ask him about the taste of my cum, at least not yet. It didn't annoy me at all because I knew it would give me a good excuse to have him sucking my fingers again any time soon.

"Anh, I thought I saw Patty walking into the gym. Let's go now coz the time is ticking" I lied about Patty just to change the subject, but I was afraid Aaron would start acting strangely with me after what we did. In fact, as I stood up and moved away, I saw him following me, but he didn't come by my side. He preferred to keep a small distance because my presence was certainly disturbing him and his affected manhood. It's important in situations like this not to give time for them to overthink. I had to act as if nothing happened, so he'd think that sucking my cum from his fingers and then from mine, wasn't a big deal at all. If I could get this message into his brain, I'd be more than happy with our progress that day.

As we walked into the weight-lifting area, I spotted the chicks I've seen at the restaurant, then I pointed at them before turning myself to Aaron.

"D'you know that chick with the blue socks right there? I always get her watching you when we're together. She's so into you, dude. You should talk to her" I suggested. This information was not entirely wrong, because I've really noticed her interest in him, but I never thought appropriate to say this to a married guy. However, now I needed to make him see that his manhood hadn't been affected. He needed to believe that despite everything that we did (which wasn't that extreme, but for some men that would be an incontestable proof of one's homosexuality) he was still a man, like he's always been (or so he thought).

"Who? The brunette? That's Amanda..." he asked sounding interested. "I've talked to her, but you know, I'm married..."

"Married but not dead" I almost said he was fucking Steve anyway, he had other bitches around, but I understood that in his mind cheating involved only women, not guys. For a moment, I had to pretend he was a hundred percent straight. The dude had my baby makers in his belly, much probably he had cum breath and a slight scent of cock in his chin and lips, but he was straight.

"Go there, dude. Even if you're not thinking about fucking her, at least have her as a future option, just in case. Get her number at least. She's hot..." I was struggling here to talk about something I wasn't interested at all. Aaron should know he wasn't interested either, but this is how life can be quite boring sometimes. He probably wanted to have my dick down in his throat, then up his ass, but he pretended he wanted to fuck chicks instead, while I pretended I wanted him to fuck them.

"Don't you wanna come with me then?" he asked, now accepting my presence by his side again as two good old buds. I felt relieved when I noticed he still wanted my friendship. I didn't know if I'd feel like begging for his companionship if he freaked out and decided not to talk with me again.

"Nah, I got other stuff to do" I returned. "By the way, where's Patty's drink?" I was still avoiding the terms cum, spunk, jizz, etc.

He thought for a second about what I wanted, then he remembered. He just said I could grab it at his locker and moved away. Patty was late already, so he should be arriving at any moment. I rushed to Aaron's locker and grabbed the sealed cup filled up with that transparent, gooey liquid. I got a baby bottle from my own locker and very carefully (I didn't want that shit touching my skin), I poured the liquid into the bottle. This time, I mixed it with vanilla and not chocolate whey. I closed it well before shaking it. The vanilla powder didn't change the liquid's original colour too much, which made me happy because it was closer to real cum.

I put it in my bag and went back outside. Patty was getting in, he was wearing his gym gear already, white shorts, sneakers and a tank top. I can't deny the boy did have some muscles, but the only muscle I wanted in him was on his rear, hidden by those shorts.

I waved at him, then he came to me. The TVs in the room were turned on MTV playing a song called `bottoms up' or something like that. This was more than mere coincidence, Patty was born to be a bottom, his destiny was to be fucked with his bottoms up in the air as a good bitch I knew he was. At the same time, I thought about these songs playing at the gym. Why do they all sound the same? I sighed before offering the bottle to Patty when he offered his hand for a shake.

"Seriously?" he asked.

"Oh, c'mon. We've been through this before. You're the apprentice, when you become the teacher you do whatever you want"

"Damn. Can I at least drink it somewhere else, maybe the locker room?" he asked, almost begged.

"Course not. What's the point to use this bottle if other people ain't watching you? Here" I offered again and he took it from my hand. "Bottoms up" I repeated the song.

"This is disgusting, you know that, right? And why this has a different colour?" he said before bringing the silicone nipples to his lips.

"I changed for vanilla, coz I think you didn't like chocolate that much. And don't worry coz you'll get used to it. Plus, I promise that soon I'll change this bottle for something more interesting that I'm sure you'll like more" my dick was still hard. It's not easy to have such a high level of testosterone running in the veins.

Patty was struggling to suck all the thick liquid out of the bottle. Every once in a while he'd open his mouth to allow air into the bottle and it'd make an interesting sound of clicking. I watched carefully the movement of his throat every time he swallowed a gulp of jizz. He didn't look so disgusted this time. I enjoyed the whole show, from beginning to end, I almost creamed my pants. Damn, how would I be patient when I wanted to rape him right there in front of everybody?

"This tastes horrible" he stated as soon as he finished his meal.

"I think you don't like the flavours. Next time I'll bring you the original one, you'll like it more, I'm sure" I said while thinking that at least I wouldn't need to waste any more whey with him. Pure cum is already rich in protein, he didn't need anything extra.

"So, what's the plan for today?" he asked, trusting me and ready to do whatever I asked. The breath of cum with a slight scent of vanilla was strong. Gosh, how couldn't he notice that?

"Oh, you can't imagine" I laughed. "Let's train then we go for the competition. I bet you gonna love it"

End of part 08

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/gay/college/ranchs-bitch/ (finished)

/gay/authoritarian/becoming-my-flatmates-bitch/ (ongoing)