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 10
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------------ Hi, everyone! I'd like to apologize for disappearing for so long. I've been through a difficult moment of my life. Depressed, mostly. I just couldn't write anything that pleased me, although I kept trying. Just couldn't finish anything. Now I'm moving on, and I think I'm getting back to normal. I have a lot of plans, which still include the book and a website that I'm developing. So, I present the next chapter of from straight to bitch club.' Hope you all enjoy! I know I haven't answered e-mails, but I'm back to business, and it includes answering them. Hope you send me e-mails to keep me going. This time, hopefully, with no breakdowns. Please, do send me e-mails. Cheers! ------------ Funny how time flies when we're having fun, and I had a great time listening to Kevin's story. I could see myself as his brother, doing to Patty what Peter did to him. I just don't think I was willing to share Patty yet. I wanted to have some good time deflowering him first, turning him into my willing slut before making him aware of his need of cock. Of that I was conscious. It was simple like putting two and two together. If I made him hungry for my dick, he'd end up craving all sorts of cock, not only mine. That's the nature of a slut, and I didn't want to turn him into a respectful boyfriend. But how would Patty look like when turned into a whore? I still only knew Patty as Bob'... Was that his real name? I was confused. Kevin wanted to get acquainted with Patty, but as we were talking, I wondered whether I'd done a good thing going all the way there to see him. What if Kevin scared Patty? I think he noticed my discomfort and talked about something else as my thoughts wandered. I was suddenly caught by surprise when he asked if I'd fucked other guys before. "Yeah... This one guy" I answered as I thought of Steve. I think now I shouldn't be telling Kevin about my personal life, but wasn't that what he did when he told me about his first time? His mischievous grin told me something about his intentions or was I just overthinking my presence there? My revelation caught his attention. I told him about the time I fucked Steve at his workplace while he attended customers. My words brightened his eyes. I think I could feel him salivating as I detailed those moments with Steve. Well, I can't say I wanted to make that personal. Probably, unconsciously, I started to make my life as a top, boy-pussy fucker, public. I just didn't know that yet. "Don't you have to get ready?" I asked out of nowhere. The place was unusually empty for a competition. There were a few guys on the back who couldn't hear us, but not too many. "Chill. It's still early. I had other people to talk to, but I doubt they'd say anything as exciting" he grinned again. "Anyway. I should get going..." "No way, man. I first need to meet the guy who changed you that much. You said he's here, right?" "Yeah" I mumbled as I reached for my phone, already anticipating Kevin's coming request. "So get'im here." And so I did. I sent a brief text to Patty asking him to come over the lockers. I looked at Kevin and thought of killing him if he did anything that could compromise my plans with Patty. Probably, I looked a bit nervous as he asked me to chill again. "I'm chilled, just don't try anything with him or else." "Hey, relax" he smiled. "I'm here to help ya. Trust me. I promise that by the time he's out from this room, he'll be another step into becoming your fuckhole." "Just don't do anything stupid. He's not like you, and wouldn't be fucked as you were by your brother." This time, Kevin just winked as if he had everything under control. I could hear more people getting in the lockers as we waited. As Kevin stood up and started looking for something inside a bag that was placed beside him, I took the time to take a look at the guys who were talking on the other side of the room. The metal lockers blocked us, so I moved towards the end of the wall and found three guys talking. I've seen them before in one of those bodybuilding magazines and a few websites. I've never really paid attention coz I wasn't really into their sort of physique. Just too big for my taste. I'm more into definition than size. They seemed cheerful. Shirtless, they were big, veins popping out of their pumped biceps. Little fat, the bones on the faces were prominent. They should be my age or younger. One of them saw me as his eyes scanned the room, but he didn't seem to care and returned his attention to his friends. I didn't notice Kevin getting near me. "Those two on the left are Jay and Kay. They're brothers. Good guys" Jay and Kay waved at Kevin as they saw each other. The other guy looked over his shoulder but didn't bother to say hi. On the other side of the room, I saw the door opening and Patty getting in. He had changed his t-shirt. Now he was wearing a black top that showed his arms. It stamped the image of a cartoon male character making a bodybuilding pose. He might have bought that horrible t-shirt as he waited outside. I can't deny I was a bit proud of him. I've never seen him showing off his arms like that, although that would be totally normal for a guy. Maybe he was getting out of the shell after everything I told him. I knew it meant something, it surely did. His shorts were still the same. As he walked to us, I did notice Jay and Kay staring over Patty's back. Those shorts did make his ass even greater to look. I think I was a bit jealous as if I already owned the boy. I invited Patty to follow me as we got back to the area we were before, where no one could see us. "Patty, I want you to meet a good friend of mine," I said as Patty put his eyes on Kevin. "This is Kevin. Kevin, this is Patty." "I'm Bob, actually. I don't like my name, but I still go by Bob" he corrected me. They shook hands. I squinted my eyes, ready to say something but Kevin had a better idea. "What's the problem with Patty? Everyone here has a nickname, and Patty suits you fine" I noticed Kevin had that same smile turned now to Patty. It seemed as if everything was funny for him. "Why's that?" Patty demanded an explanation. "Coz you've got a big forehead and I naturally feel like patting on it" he laughed as he did as he said. I don't think Patty had a big forehead, but he smiled as Kevin patted him on the head. "Shut up." Did he fall for that? I couldn't believe it. That was the most stupid idea to call someone Patty, and would he accept it? His surname was Pattinson, that was why I called him Patty, not because I felt like patting him on the head. But thinking of that, I understood that making another guy submissive demand making him happy. Of course, sometimes we do need to impose our ideas and force them on them, but we'll often find ourselves struggling to make some ideas clearer when they fight them. Bob didn't want to become Patty. This is something worth explaining. Changing someone's name when the person isn't a close friend, part of the family, and when he's not a child can be very challenging. The name represents someone's identity, that's how he presents himself to the world, it tells a lot about who he is. Someone whose name is Bob won't go by Patty if it embarrasses him. Being Jay or Kay ain't denigrating, but Patty is different. When I think of the name Patty, I think of women. Why would a guy adopt such a name? But it was important to have Bob presenting himself as Patty. It would take some time, but it had to happen. "As I said, I still prefer my name..." he continued. "I know, but trust me, you'll be way more famous if you go by Patty. What if you become Patty Beckers? I can see that name on the cover of a magazine." I didn't see that coming. Kevin remembered my last name and put it as Patty's surname. Becker's – the one who belonged to me. Patty looked intrigued and unprepared for that, but he still smiled. I couldn't believe he was considering that. "Why Beckers?" I've said this before, but it's always important to see how someone reacts when exposed to something potentially humiliating. Also, the time the guy takes to react is very worth noting. The faster, the better. It shows his real thoughts on that idea. In this case, I'd said a no way' or fuck you' straightaway. But Patty wasn't me. Plus, don't forget I was calling him Patty for quite a while already. The name wasn't new; probably even his girlfriend called him Patty by now. The only line we had to cross at that time was the thought that Patty' was a humiliating name. And the only one who could change it was Patty himself, which should come out of him voluntarily. He had to introduce himself as Patty. "Well, that's your instructor's last name, if I'm correct?" Kevin turned to me. I just nodded as I still didn't know what Kevin wanted with that. I didn't need to wait long to understand. "It's something we do when training with someone famous as Karl here" Kevin motioned to me. "We adopt their surname, so we get part of their fame. It's like a shortcut to success." "So, why not Bob Beckers instead?" Patty asked. Again, always pay attention to these questions. What do they say when faced with the unexpected? In this question, he's adopting my surname already, not even noticing the s' after Becker. "Think with me," Kevin started hanging his arm around Patty's neck, "who's Bob? Anyone can be Bob, right? You need to make people aware of you as an important bodybuilder. You want them to remember your name. You need a name that can be associated with you, your face, your body. I look at you and see Patty. We can create a story about patting on your big head, and people will quickly think of you when they hear the name Patty.' That's just fantastic! Seriously, you should trust Karl more. He knows everything about this world." Kevin patted Patty on the head as if he was a good boy, a dog that fetched the newspaper and brought it to its owner. "We can sell you as a gentle bodybuilder. You know, people usually think we're all heartless athletes who only think about muscles, chicken, and sweet potatoes. You could change that. What if I get you in one of those magazines you like? I could arrange that. I'm sure you wouldn't be on the cover yet, but you'd have a picture there, I'm sure." "Really? Is that even possible? I haven't competed yet" Patty's eyes were shining again. I guess he had already forgotten the name issue. Did that mean he accepted it? Kevin wasn't kidding when he said Patty would be more into his submissive role before leaving that room. And the best part is, he didn't know that. "You don't need to. There're sessions for aspiring athletes. They do that to motivate more people to try bodybuilding by showing beginners. You could talk about the reasons why you want to be one of us, what you're doing to achieve your goals, and even say Karl is your instructor. That would be more than enough to get you in there." "That's really a good idea," I said after considering all the options. "I thought it was too early for that, but it can work out before his first competition. He'd get the judges' attention even before showing off on the stage." "Agree" Kevin continued with a finger on the chin and eyes gazing Patty from head to toe as if analyzing him. "Jay! Come over here for a minute!" he yelled so the guys could hear him from the other side. What was Kevin thinking now? The uncertainty was killing me. It was so hard to read Kevin's thoughts behind his poker face. Someone without his confidence couldn't be that mysterious. He could do whatever he wanted. I had to think of strategies in case something got out of control. I guessed the presence of Jay could frighten Patty, but I couldn't be more wrong. "Jay, I'd like you to meet a good friend of mine. Karl, this is Jay. Don't ask me his real names coz I wouldn't know" Kevin laughed as if that was a private joke I wasn't aware of. Jay wasn't as big as I firstly thought. Now he was closer I could see him better. I shook his hand and noticed it was hardened by years of restless training. His skin was darkened from what I judged to be artificial tanning. I knew from experience that possibly he'd still spend a few minutes spreading tanning lotions on himself, which I always considered horrible but that did make muscles more visible for competition. He had a squared face, white teeth that contrasted with the skin, shaved head, well-defined muscles all over, but very thin ankles to my taste. I could get from the way he exchanged glances with Kevin that they've shared more than just friendship. They knew each other's secrets and mischief. Patty rushed and extended his right hand, so he could make sure he'd get the honor of meeting Jay. In his face, an enormous smile of admiration and awe. "It's an honor to meet you. I've been following your career for the past couple of years. You're amazing." Jay just said, "yeah, I know." I couldn't tell whether he was just joking or if he was, in fact, that snob. I was feeling a bit lost there. Kevin was in control of the situation, and I was just watching the show as a mere spectator waiting for the next move. He seemed so comfortable. Had he done that before? Probably not, it was simply the obvious difference between someone who was proudly out of the closet for years and someone (me) who was still new to learning the ways of dominance and subjugation. Kevin made me aware of how much I still had to discover. This isn't just the journey of a straight boy becoming a bottom slut; it is equally the story of a man turning into a top fucking master. A second after Kevin's interruption, Jay turned his face back to me. "I remember you. I think I had a poster of you on my wall when I still collected them" Indeed, I had a picture of mine in a double-paged article of a bodybuilding magazine. I never thought I'd be on someone's wall though. It should've been a few years since I quit bodybuilding, but it was already so far in the past I forgot I had been an influencer. "Yeah, it should've been me" I replied in a way many bodybuilders usually do. I shouldn't play the humble guy now. I was an awesome competitor a couple years ago, and I had to show myself off in front of Patty. Jay turned to Kevin again, "I don't have much time. There's a new masseur who's waiting for me on the back room." "Don't worry; it won't take too long, just need an opinion." Kevin put his hand back on Patty's shoulder, "Karl brought a pupil here to see how things work. The boy's got potential, don't you think?" Patty wasn't a boy; he was a man. Still, Kevin knew as well as I did that to make someone aware of who they are, you got to use repetition. That's how you learn anything in this life, from language to behavior, just keep on doing the same thing repeatedly, and soon you gotta understand anything you want. Even if you aren't aware, you're getting yourself into a trap. Putting it simply, the secret to manipulation is the slow repetition of a common attitude until it sinks into the extent behavior is changed. For obvious reasons, the older the person is, the harder it is to adjust to a new reality. Some will be reluctant, they will fight, struggle, and a few won't accept it. Usually, if that's the case, just move on, there's nothing to be done. Usually, the easier targets are those who hardly say no,' don't fight back, don't have opinions about anything in special. But it doesn't mean that those who are full of attitude won't change. They are just harder to bend. To avoid failure, you've got to do your research. Everyone is different, with certain peculiarities and tastes that are unique to them. You've got to know all of those. Befriend your target and learn everything you can about him. Patty wanted to be a bodybuilder; he would hang posters of half-naked men on the wall. There's an open door there I should take advantage of. But that's not Patty's main characteristic. Above all, he was so eager to become a famous athlete; he'd probably do anything to achieve his dream. That's the bottom line of transformation. In different degrees, everyone wants to become something else. Being an athlete, the CEO of a company, the fucking president of the country, you've got to associate the boy's dream with a twist in their sexual behavior. Patiently, make them think that attitudes that until yesterday was considered gay by him are natural and then move from there. From a simple patting on the butt to fucking his asshole. Everything is just a matter of time and ability to deal with the unexpected. "I think so" answered Jay. "He's got a good pair of legs, that's for sure." "Don't you want to introduce yourself?" Kevin asked Patty. "Sure. Sorry. I'm Bob..." "Nah, remember what I told you" Kevin stopped Patty. I was considering Patty's options at the moment. Would he keep on insisting his name was Bob, or would he accept his nickname for the first time? I'd bet he'd go with the first option. He wouldn't fight Kevin and create a situation before Jay. It took him a few seconds. I heard him taking a deep breath. A quick, but a decisive one. "Patty" he finally said. "Patty what? C'mon, you gotta do it right, or it won't work." I could see Patty's forehead shining with sweat as his eyes wandered from one side to the other. He couldn't be more uncomfortable. I sat down on the bench as I accepted that the whole situation wasn't about me. Patty needed to take his time and let his new identity sink in. But the question remained – would he? Kevin wasn't willing to let Patty's indecision ruin his plan. He got a mobile from his bag and made a call. Whether it was a real one or not, I couldn't tell. "Hi, may I talk to Simon. Kevin Smith here" Kevin winked at me. Probably, it was just acting. "Simon? Kevin, doing well? Nice, hey listen. I've got here someone you'd like to meet. A newbie but a lot of potentials. He's got THE legs. Needs some working but it will make a cover one day. You can follow his progress maybe and see where it goes. Great. Patty Beckers. I know, right? Yeah, Karl is his coach. I knew you'd like it. Awesome. Talk soon" That's about it. Kevin put his phone back into the bag and confirmed Bob's baptism as Patty Beckers. "You'll be famous, Patty. Simon is the best." Kevin was very cheerful. "Patty Beckers, uh? That can go big" Jay said with a smirk. "And you've got the legs of a champion from what I can see." Patty was wearing shorts with sneakers so that we couldn't see much more than his ankles and the bottom of the knees. His calves were impressive, I confess. These are the muscles you're either born with or not. You can make them tougher, harder, but you can't make them look much bigger. "Simon asked me to send him some pictures of you and your legs, Patty. Can we do that?" I've done that with Patty before. He looked at me, expecting an intervention. I wouldn't. I couldn't see any harm in seeing Patty showing off himself to others. This was actually a good chance to see whether he was getting more comfortable with nudity or not. Showing his legs to me privately was something, but to complete strangers was something else. Well, I wanted him naked in a restaurant, like Steve, so no harm in watching him being coerced by Kevin and Jay in a locker room. Patty now was sweating, and his confidence was gone. He was a shy boy, which made me even hornier. I've seen shy chicks before, and they were sluts in bed. I saw a lot of potential in him. Shy people leave so much to the imagination. Being shy or reserved is not the only way to play with imagination though. For example, I'd never sent a pic of my hard dick to a woman before meeting her. What's the point in showing off my body when she knows in advance what I have to offer? I'd send a pic of my dick getting soft after cum, still with a wet drop on the tip. Probably, a size that was not impressive, but I'd throw some effort to have a good shot, a nice angle that made it look appetizing. This makes such a big difference. Imagination is everything. I dare to say Patty looked cute when he raised his shorts with both hands and showed his thighs. He was not only shy but naïve too. That's the best of worlds when you want to turn a straight guy into a bitch. Anyway, I knew Kevin wouldn't be happy with just that. I wouldn't. "Wait. Let me make a video instead. It'll be better. So, we do everything in just one shot, and I send it to Simon" Kevin had plans I wasn't so sure about. I didn't think it was a bad idea, but I was ready to jump in if Kevin went too far. I was the only one who knew Patty enough to judge how far he'd be willing to go. I didn't want him to go away and be upset with me. This could hinder his slutting' process. "First, look at my phone and introduce yourself. Say your name, and I mean your' name, age and a brief introduction of your life as an aspiring bodybuilder. I'll make a few questions as well, so you can answer honestly. Just try to make it work coz I can't edit this." Patty forgot about the shorts and tried to get rid of the sweat that was now running down his cheeks and reaching his chin. "Relax. We're all men here" Jay started a discourse I was very used to. "You gotta show yourself if you want to be one of us." I suddenly caught myself wondering how far Patty was willing to go to become one of us. As I looked at Patty, I saw the expression of someone whose dreams deceived him. The face of someone who wonders if that dream is achievable. Was that a breakthrough moment where he'd just give up and leave? Patty looked at the camera. Kevin moved his right hand indicating Patty could start talking. "My name is Patty Beckers; I'm nineteen. Karl Becker is my coach. I'd like to give a brief description of my workout routine." Wow! That sounded like a different man. I noticed Kevin turned his head towards me as if he wanted to brag about changing Patty in a way I couldn't. I preferred not to return the look. Instead I fixed my eyes on Patty and struggled to read him. Could someone change that fast? What was he up to? He continued with that lame spectacle, pretending to be someone he was not. I'm not sure why I didn't like to see him introducing himself as Patty Beckers. That was one of my goals, right? But it wasn't me the one who did that to him. Well, human beings are complex, and I'm not an easy person. "Now, let's see how you look like, Patty" Kevin instructed. Patty was ready to take off his shirt but was stopped by Kevin. "Nah, don't bother about the chest coz we can see you're not ready yet. Show us your legs. Those will be the champions." Patty reached for his shorts, ready to raise them again and show his thighs. "Patty, I mean your legs as a whole, not just your thighs. Take off your shorts" Kevin demanded. Would this new Patty' lose the shorts without protest? And so he did. What the fuck? What was his deal with Kevin anyway? Actually, the question I avoided was: What the hell was wrong with me? He barely knew Kevin and was doing everything he wanted, but he was such an annoying bitch whenever I asked him to obey me. I must confess that I wasn't paying attention to all details of what was going on. Here is a mistake we all should avoid. Don't let your emotions take control and blind you. The feelings of control and ownership I had over Patty made me an idiot. The way they look at you, the gestures, body language in general, everything must be carefully analyzed. I lost precious information that could have helped me to make things easier in the future. Kevin got closer to Patty and kneeled a few feet away from those smooth legs that fucking belonged to me. "This is really a nice pair of legs. You gotta have more definition, but the structure is here. I'm sure Karl will take care of them. He's the best. You just need to trust him and do whatever he asks" I wasn't paying attention at this point. Kevin was probably trying to help me. Why wouldn't he? He confessed to being a slut bottom who'd cross oceans for a dick. From what I knew, he had no interest in asses whatsoever. "Now turn around so we can see the back" That's when I saw Patty's resistance. He was trying his best to look comfortable for the camera and those men, but we were approaching the limit of his self-imposed compliance. He did have an issue with his ass. Something that happened to him in the past, but he'd never dare to tell me. Those were a few seconds of simple silence. The time for a deep and calm breathing. All eyes on Patty to watch the moment he finally turned around. And there I saw the purpose of all my effort. I've seen them before, but it was never enough. Two perfect bubbles, one beside the other, covered by a thin piece of clothing. Suddenly, I felt that all eyes in the room were filled with lust and hunger. Kevin was jealous perhaps. That is the ass that turns even the straightest guy into a boipussy fucker. Kevin would get double, thrice as many dicks with an ass like that without any trouble or convincing. I, who never thought of fucking guys, changed my life for that. That ass represented the basic instinct to fucking and reproducing that is inherent to any man. Nature decided to give it to a guy. What a blessing, but what a burden for someone straight. "Wow" it came from Jay. "Can you raise your shirt so we can see it better?" Kevin suggested. Visibly uncomfortable, Patty did as requested. He wasn't talking anymore, just taking orders. I wondered whether Patty would be so receptive to obeying if we hadn't met. If we hadn't gone through all the stages that took us to where we were now. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I quickly looked at it and saw baaabe' on the screen. I should answer that. Cecile was still my girlfriend, and it's been a while since I last talked to her. My eyes wandered back to Patty; then my fingers turned off the mobile. I would have to deal with the consequences later, of that I was sure. Patty raised his shirt and showed us a good part of his lower back. I felt like licking his back dimples, then going all the way down to his crack. I'd lick his asshole. Fuck, I wanted to bite his ass and slap it with both hands. I got hard. "Now we're talking" Jay showed interest, but I wasn't sure whether he was gay or if he was just curious. "Patty, you've got great glutes. Maybe even more impressive than your calves" Kevin, still on his knees, moved a bit closer to Patty. "But these are too big for a bodybuilder if you know what I mean" and his hands touched Patty's undies, as he attempted to raise the bottom of Patty's boxers and uncover his left buttock. I stood up as soon as I saw that. Patty wouldn't allow it, and I couldn't let him get upset. Patty moved a step forward, Kevin asked him to take it easy because it was normal. "Everybody does it. Karl must've told you." And I have. It could be awkward to step in and say it was enough or wrong. Patty would think I wasn't serious when I said it was alright for bodybuilders to check and touch each other. Well, this was the time bodybuilders would check and touch him, I just didn't see it coming so soon. "Jay, you should get a closer look too" Kevin invited. Patty's color was changing from pale to pink as he fought against embarrassment. He stood still like a statue, hands holding his shirt, head down facing the floor, eyes shut as if the touching was painful. Kevin took the chance to be bolder when he noticed Patty wasn't moving. His fingers kneaded the boy's glutes. Slow and gentle at first, but then with more vigor and passion. Jay got a step closer but didn't touch it, even after Kevin's invitation to give it a try. Jay didn't look interested, although Patty's ass was something to write home about. I doubt Jay was gay, maybe curious. I still didn't know what kind of relationship he and Kevin had. Kevin then raised the other side of Patty's undies till it looked like he was wearing a tiny bikini that only covered his crack. It was impossible not to salivate when watching those two mounts exposed and so available. Patty was biting his lower lip, and I didn't know what he could be thinking, because he could have said something. "Patty, we could make a test here to see how successful you'd be on a stage" Kevin had another idea I had no clue of. Still with his mobile on his hand and filming Patty's ass very closely, he continued, "why don't you walk around the room like this, then we film the reaction of the other guys here? I think Simon would be even more impressed if he saw that other athletes are looking at you." With his hands still holding his shirt, his underwear barely hiding anything of his ass, Jay pulled Patty by the arm, and they started walking towards the front of the room. "Isn't this awkward?" Patty managed to ask. "Course not. Everyone must be naked by now, but too busy to notice anyone. That's the point. If we get them to turn their heads to see you, it would be fantastic. Simon would know that you'd be good enough to be in his magazine if you get the attention of those who buy those magazines. The guys who are on the other side of this room. Got it?" Well, I must confess it made total sense to me. If I were willing to do anything to have my photos running the country, I'd be down for that. But I was smart enough to know that walking with my undies into my ass crack while I held my shirt up high wasn't exactly something bodybuilders do. Patty did have an impressive ass, but people would firstly look at him for the unexpected sight of a guy submitting himself to such a degrading act. "I don't know. I think you've got enough already" Patty wasn't that stupid after all. "Patty, trust me on this. You'll be a star. People from all over will come to see you and your muscles. That's the best feeling on the world and once you feel what I'm saying you'll be addicted. You've got something only a few have, and they envy you. They'd like to be you, but they ain't. Can't you see? I'm not talking only about bodybuilding magazines; you can be on billboards, fashion sites, you can make a lot of money. But you gotta start somewhere first, and this is how it starts. You make people aware of your existence, you lose your reservations and show off what you've got" "But you guys want people to know me by my ass. That's kinda... you know... gay. I don't think that's nice. They'll mock me. I'm not gay, and I don't want people talking about my ass." That's the time I decided to talk because Patty was the one to mention the word gay.' I couldn't talk about it unless he gave me a chance. Otherwise, he could misunderstand my intentions. "You still think this is gay? What's gay for you? Is going on that stage and showing off your muscles gay? Turning around and showing your back, which includes your ass, gay? So, you think everyone here is gay? Is that your definition of gay? I thought gay were men who loved other men. Am I wrong? The way you walk or the way you dress doesn't make you gay. Now tell us, do you think we're gay?" What could he say? All of us together in that room would intimidate anyone; and, whether we like it or not, most straight men do consider offensive to be called gay. Well, Patty did. And, honestly, I can't blame him for being reluctant when asked to walk around like that. He used the word gay' for that, which is wrong, but that was humiliating. The thing is, ordinary people, associate being gay with humiliation, and they don't even know what it means. In most cases, just don't bother explaining. But when you're convincing someone that being fucked in the ass and sucking dick is ok, you can spend some time on it. "Just give me your shirt and do as Kevin said. It's the chance of your life, and you're letting it go just because you think everyone is hitting on you and the world is gay? Think just for once! You're not that special..." "But you can be." Kevin started. "You're not special yet, but you can be someone people won't forget. And all starts with something simple like walking in your boxers. What d'you say?" After a few seconds, Patty mumbled a fuck' and handed me his shirt. Now he was back on just his boxers, with the buttocks exposed. I got his shorts and shirt and put them on the bench. And he began the walk of shame that I followed closely. As he turned around the lockers, everyone on the other side saw Patty on all his glory. No one was paying attention, but as he kept walking, the six or seven guys who were chatting and laughing stopped to see the new guy. No one said a word till they saw Patty's ass. They weren't necessarily praising Patty for his impressive bubble butt but making fun because he had his boxers pressed into his crack. "Hey, Pete. You should try that" said one to another. "Yeah, the newest trend in the bitchland. Reminds me the slut I fucked yesterday." Well, this wasn't what I expected, and neither did Kevin. "You jealous coz you got these chicken legs. The boy is a newbie here and would have all of you beaten on a leg competition" Kevin was filming the guys' reaction. He knew how to communicate with them, and it had its effect. "Just a lucky bastard," said another. "There you go" Kevin laughed. "Show me all that jealousy. Bet Patty here has all girls craving to bite his ass. Isn't that right, Patty?" "I dunno, Kevin. This is weird. Ain't we done yet?" "Relax, Patty" Kevin continued, then turned his head towards a smaller guy, on the other side of the room, who was bench pressing to pump up his muscles a little bit. "Tim, why don't you come here so we can compare your legs with Patty's here?" Kevin smiled at us. "He's got the best legs among us, and I still think Patty's better." "Oh, that I doubt" Tim stood up and walked to us. He didn't hesitate to let his shorts drop and show his jockstrap underneath. Kevin took the chance to whisper in Patty's years. "See? If you were walking around in jocks, no one would have mocked you. "I've told him that already," I thought it could be a good timing to reinforce the idea he'd better wear straps than boxers. "I guessed so. You should do whatever Karl says, Patty." "Gentlemen, this sounds fun, but I've still got a lot to do. Have fun" said another who just got up, stripped naked and went away into another room. His physique didn't interest me whatsoever. He's got a very lean body, and his ass was tiny pure muscle. It wouldn't jiggle if fucked. What could be the fun to fuck a wall of bricks? I'd lose a tooth if I've ever tried to bite something like that. Anyway, what mattered was the influence that space could have on Patty. He had to see nudity as something normal among men. But I knew he wouldn't feel comfortable showing his dicklet to other guys. Well, it didn't matter. If we could get him to feel alright when showing his ass though, I'd feel much closer to turning him into my bitch. "Turn around" Tim ordered Patty as if he was his boss. I think Patty was getting a bit more comfortable as he realized Tim was wearing even less than him. Not only that, other guys around were stripping as well, and he wasn't in the spotlight anymore. Tim stood right beside Patty while Kevin recorded the two of them. As I expected, Tim had a harder ass, but again, not really my type. Kevin and two of the guys that remained around were giving their opinions when Tim made a quick joke that made Patty smile. The ice was breaking. Naturally, spontaneously, as it must be. Jay, who was just watching, decided to join the conversation and the competition. "Oh, C'mon, Tim. Patty may be the best, but you ain't even the second best." And, with that, he let his shorts drop and stood on Patty's other side, so Patty was in the middle of the three. Now with three asses to see, I was in ass heaven. What else could I say? Jay did surprise me, not only for showing off his ass to us but for having an incredible bubble butt that would fit into my list of most fuckable asses ever. Although his upper body was strong and muscled, his butt and thighs were not as well-defined. That wasn't good for a bodybuilding contest, but it was perfect for a hungry top. "I think we've got ourselves a winner here. Patty's the best" Kevin announced. "You kidding me, right?" Tim retorted. "He's got no definition. I'd beat both of them on stage." "Dude, the boy is just beginning, and he's got a lot of potentials. Just accept it." "Whatever" then turning to Patty, Tim advised, "but you better train hard, or don't bother coming." Kevin finally stopped filming, Jay put his shorts back on, and Patty went after his clothes, unaware that his buttocks were still out for everyone to see. Jay excused himself and went to another room that had a sign on it saying, massage room.' "I think we're done here" Kevin whispered to me. "He might be more docile for you now." "What's the deal with Jay?" I asked as we were still alone. "Nothing. Well, he knows I'm gay, so he helps me to find dicks, and I help him to get pussies. When we call each other, we just do what we feel we need to do and keep pretending. Don't worry coz he wouldn't know what you're up for. Probably, he's thinking you were just trying to make fun of the boy. It happens a lot here. Why? I noticed you were impressed when he showed us his ass? Wanna fuck him?" Kevin couldn't be more direct. I didn't know what to say. "You can go there and try your luck. I'll hold the masseur, and you give it a try. But I must tell he's as straight as one can be. And I've seen him breaking a guy's jaw once." Patty was coming back when Kevin stretched his arms to hold the boy by the arm. "Patty, my man. Karl needs to meet other friends here. Come with me, and I'll find you a good seat while you wait." And off they went. I was suddenly alone in the lockers, facing the door to the massage room. I would fuck Jay but didn't know how. I had a plan for Patty that demanded time and patience. For Jay, I had just my hard dick. Well, I didn't want Jay as my personal bitch. I didn't care if he went away and never came after me again. I didn't need to turn him into a bitch for life. I needed him to be a slut till I got my cum into his bowel or stomach. I could force or coerce him. I'd try my luck, so I entered the room. Jay was laid down on his belly on a massage table in the middle of the room. He was wearing nothing but a towel that covered his ass. His head was facing the wall opposite me. On my side, near the wall closer to me, I found many candles of various types and sizes, lotions, creams and a lot of other accessories. "Good you came, Matt. I think I can't go on stage today. That pain is killing me. I don't think I can even pose" he started. "I know, Kevin told me," I answered. Jay turned his head to find me watching him. I moved to the cabinet and started moving the candles and lotions around as if I knew what I was doing. "Why you here? Where's Matt?" Jay asked. Matt should be the masseur he was waiting for. I've never heard a thing about him. "Kevin told me about your pain, and I know how to make you feel better for the contest. Matt let me in coz we know each other. Don't worry coz you're in good hands. I guarantee you'll be a winner today." "And where the fuck is Matt? Why is he not here to tell me that?" Jay sounded upset. "He's coming soon. Relax, alright? It's getting busy outside, and he's been summoned somewhere else. Let me get you started or are you willing to miss the contest? It's up to you" I glanced him in the eyes, and he turned his head back to the other side quietly, giving me his silent consent. My head was spinning as I tried to imagine how to get that guy under me. I remembered a lot of straight porn I watched but couldn't see any of those being helpful. They always showed women massaging men who were more than willing to have their bodies touched. Rarely, you see men massaging women, but that wouldn't be of any help either. Candles could replace dildos, I thought. Wasn't it too obvious? Massages can always become more intimate, but how to convince a straight guy to let another guy touch his ass? Well, ass wasn't as much an issue as the asshole. Besides, my plan included much more than just a touch. I wish I had drugs with me; that's always the easiest way. Alcohol, weed, Viagra, ecstasy... they can all be very useful and shorten the process. I'd include this way in the Club's manual. But when that's not an option... I found a lotion that had a red label on it. I read something about anesthetic effect and limits of usage. I saved that one. I gathered a few candles. I found an oil that also had a red label on it (I was getting into red labels). This one promised to be very relaxing and shouldn't be used before physic activities because it could have a sedative effect. Well, I considered my options. First, wouldn't be dangerous to use all of that on Jay? Probably not. He was a strong young man. Secondly, wouldn't he be pissed if he couldn't compete? Probably yes. But why should I care? He could apply for the next contest anyway; there were so many like those. Plus, he was considering not joining anyway. I moved the cabinet with the selected items on the top. Closer to Jay, I thought of a massage I saw once that used bamboos to roll them on the body as if the muscles were a pizza dough. I didn't know where he was feeling pain. Well, it didn't matter. He was on his belly, so it should be on his back. As he wasn't walking with a limp, I didn't think his problem was on the legs. Lower or upper back? Who cares? I'd find out anyway. I got the sedative oil and applied generously on his back. I didn't know how long it would take to make him numb, so I used more. "Isn't that enough already?" he asked. "I still need to tan, and the tanning lotion won't work if I'm this oily." "Don't worry coz I can help you with that too." I started by spreading the lotion with my bare hands. The towel still positioned over his ass. I shouldn't go there yet. "Lower" he directed me. "I know. But everything here is connected. Gotta have it all over your back." His back wasn't appealing to me. I just wanted the ass, but a man gotta work to get what he wants. Five minutes later, and more lotion applied, he seemed more relaxed. "You should be feeling more relaxed now" I just wanted to be sure. "You're making me sleepy. I can't be sleepy now." "Don't worry coz I'll make sure you're wide awake in no time." After having my confirmation, I decided to start using the candles as rolling pins. I started with the shoulders, then moved down. This process was a bit slower than I wanted, but I had to make sure he was cooperating. I didn't want Jay complaining I was trying to abuse him. First gently, I noticed he was even more relaxed now and it assured me I could move on, so lower I went. As I got much closer to his ass, I was around his back dimples already, I lowered the towel a little bit, which left his crack half exposed. I did it very professionally as if all I wanted was to get better access to his lower back. He didn't say a word. His eyes were closed, and I wondered whether he was still awake. How strong could that oil be, or how weak could Jay be? I pressed the candle harder against his skin, and his grunting confirmed he was still awake. "It's a bit lower, dude. For Christ sake" he said half asleep. "I don't have much time." His voice sounded as if he was about to sleep; it was weak, low, and getting lower. I got a thick candle and put under his armpit, on one side, and then on the other. "Make sure you can keep them standing. It will press your chest and make your back feel better." He did press his arms against his body, as I instructed. There's no connection whatsoever with arms and lower back, but this was all part of a bigger plan I had in my mind from the time I saw those candles. I left the heaviest candle between his shoulder blades while I used the longest one to roll on his lower back between his ass crack and dimples. "Right there" he managed to speak out. "I know where the pain is, boy. But as I told you, everything is connected." `Everything is connected,' that's so true. Action and reaction, boys become men and men can also turn into boys regardless of the age. Being a boy is a state of spirit, of how a guy feels. Jay didn't fight when I called him a boy, which gave me the green light to move a step further. I got two more candles and put them in the palm of his hands. "Hold them as tight as you can. Don't let them fall. Just do as you're told, boy, and we'll end soon." This was also part of the plan, but when I put the candles in his hands, I noticed he wasn't awake enough to hold them tightly. I guaranteed myself Jay would be alright soon. The label said the effect wouldn't last for more than twenty minutes. In the case of Jay, it could last a bit longer, but not much longer. As the candles were placed in his hands, I removed the towel completely. I folded and put it over his eyes. Jay wasn't aware of my actions. I think he focused on the candles in his hands and armpits, in a way he didn't feel anything else. It was time for me to lose my clothes too. But first, I pressed the plastic bottle that contained the anesthetic lotion onto his buttocks and into his ass crack and then placed a candle on it. It was laid down, like a sausage between bread buns. I let the lotion sink in a little bit before lightly placing the candle on top of it. I think that the lotion made it less perceptible, plus, the heavy candle between his shoulder blades had his numb body more focused on the upper back than the lower. I had to leave him like this for a while so that he could get used to the candles. I took the time to strip myself naked. My hard dick was ready to penetrate Jay's ass, but I still had some work to do. I applied a harmless lotion on my body and made sure I was slimy all over, especially my dick. This was probably the most dangerous time of all. I had to actually touch Jay's ass. The lotion was laying there, but I had to spread it. I didn't know again how strong the lotion was, but I hoped it was effective enough for him not to feel much of my hands kneading his buttocks. Firstly, I used another candle to spread the lotion, from the outer side it came all the way till it touched the candle placed into the crack. I repeated this movement on both sides very lightly. If I got it right, he'd be barely feeling anything. It'd feel as if I was moving the towel around and not touching him. I still placed another heavy candle, a short one, between his dimples. Carefully, I let go of the candle and put my hands over his butt. I spread more lotion onto it, and I thought he couldn't feel anything at all. His body didn't move; his hands were still trying to hold the candles upwards, his feet laid still. No word of protest. I got the candle from his crack and spread more lotion there too. But the challenge was far from over. I still didn't know how to get the lotion into his hole. I haven't still even touched it, and it's hard not to feel something touching you there even if you're drugged. That's a sensitive part of the body. "Jay? Jay?" I called him. He answered with another grunt. "You going to feel something in your lower back. This part of the treatment is important, ok?" "Just... you know..." "Yeah, I know. You gonna be a good boy and don't move?" "Dude, what... the..." "Shhh... hold the candle" my finger touched his hole and I spread more lotion there. This had to be very slow. When I made sure it was numb, I'd move in a little bit. "The candle..." I took it from his hand, then brought his fingers to my hard cock. "Don't let it go. Keep your fingers around it." And so he did. I would move my hips now and then, and he kept his grip firmly closed around my shaft. The girth of the candle and my dick were quite similar so that he wouldn't notice anything unusual. Well, not in his state.
"Jay. It's all connected. The pain in your lower back, comes from here" and I pressed my finger in his hole, still lightly, "to here" and my other hand touched his neck. "The pain comes from the inside out, so we can only get rid of it if we can reach your insides. Remember, it's all connected. Here," and I got a thinner candle and pressed it against his lips "just open and let it slide in. This way we can reach the problem from the inside out." I pressed the tip of the candle against his lips till he gave up and it went half way into his mouth. I felt his hand pressing my cock a bit harder as I slid the candle in, but it went back to normal after a couple of seconds. He didn't have much strength left to fight me. That's when I decided it was time to insert the tip of my finger in his hole. I slid more of the candle in his mouth and, at the same time, I let a finger sink into his ass. Sounds of protest were muffled by the candle, but his brain didn't know how to react, and instead of letting go of the candle and my dick, he pressed it harder. "From inside out. Remember, the pain is coming from the inside out. We're reaching it now." I had to force the lotion inside his anus till it was numb enough to insert another finger. While I waited, a deepened my finger gradually till it disappeared. On his other hand, the candle came closer to his throat. I couldn't get it much further, or he'd choke. With my finger deep inside of him, I could touch his prostate. I've done my research and studied this organ since I got myself turned on by Patty. It's not so simple to make a man hard just by touching his prostate. Just the fact of inserting your finger into his ass can make it so uncomfortable; no pleasure would be achievable even if you did it right. Anything getting into someone else's ass is considered as alien by the organism. It can burn, or even worse, the person can feel like pooping or peeing. It's more or less like a gagging reflex. If you keep inserting a finger in the throat every day, eventually the body will stop responding, coz it'll not be considered a threat anymore. The body can get used to anything, but the first time is not commonly pleasing. Many guys are into poppers because it retards the organism's response to this invasion.' An anesthetic lotion is perhaps the best option, but that's not enough. It's important to pretend nothing is happening. The guy being penetrated needs something else to focus on when the first penetration occurs. A tongue penetrating deep into his mouth could do the trick. I used the candle and made his organism more concerned about the threat of being choked than the finger in the ass. Either way, the first penetration will hardly be pleasing. That's when it's so important to know what to do with the prostate. The distraction will work for a moment, but the finger in the ass will eventually be felt, and the body will react. It's imperative to stop this reaction from happening coz once it comes, probably there's no way back into pleasure. Moreover, touching ain't enough. It needs to be rubbed; you can use the fingertip to rotate it and massage the prostate as if you were polishing the head of the cock. It can be as sensitive as a dick, so caution is never enough. In other words, poking doesn't work, and the pleasure is never instantaneous, so be careful and patient. However, when it does work, the result is as amazing for the top as it is for the bottom. It's a connection that is made, and the bottom contorts to the simple movement of the knuckle of a finger. It's easy to feel when such a connection is made, the bottom's body moves almost involuntarily. Erection is not mandatory, but in most cases, it'll follow suit. When I felt I had him on my finger, I moved around the table and removed the candle from his mouth. Instead, I pressed my dick on his lips. "From the inside out. Feel your muscles relaxing and the pain fading away. It starts inside and then outside. Inside..." He was very susceptible to suggestions for his sedation and numbness. My finger in the right position would make things easier. I covered his nose with my available hand, and he opened his mouth again. Almost half of my cock disappeared into his mouth. I let him get used to the new girth penetrating his mouth before inserting a second finger in his hole. The lotion was helping a lot. It's not easy to penetrate a tight hole with two fingers, but I couldn't feel much reaction from him. "Your body is feeling better already. Focus on your lower back. Can you still feel the pain? Do you remember the muscle that made you come here? Can you hear me, boy? Deep down there, what would you say?" With two fingers reaching a man's prostate you can play a little bit more with it. Put it between the fingers and make a little pressure, very carefully, they slide the fingers around and repeat. Now and then get back to rubbing with only one finger before using both again. The most important part here is rhythm. Pacing is crucial. Otherwise we get back to the body fighting the intruder. If the cock is fucking his mouth, make sure the timing between the insertion on one end matches the one on the other end. From just letting his mouth open, I felt Jay sucking me, imitating the suction I felt from his asshole. Unfortunately, I couldn't fuck his mouth as I'd do with Steve, but I was more than happy having my dick sucked by straight Jay. I'm against inserting a third finger in an ass unless I want to play with it. That was not the case because I didn't have much time. Lotions and creams applied to the skin don't have a long effect. I couldn't take my time. I got my cock out of his mouth and, this time, I knew I couldn't put the candle back in coz he was in the sucking mode and could actually bite it once penetrated. I removed the candles I had left over his body and got myself up the table between his legs. I positioned myself right in the middle of his ass and had my dick sliding through his buttocks. Maybe, in his unconscious, he felt as if it was the old candle being placed back there. "No pain anymore, boy. You're happy now." I moved myself up and down and made sure my body was rubbing against his. Once I felt he was ready, I pressed the tip of my dick against his hole and slowly moved in. Here's the problem when you use anesthetic lotions. Your dick gets a bit numb too. It's best to wear a condom in cases like this. (Well, a condom is a given, but especially when you're using anesthetics). Fucking another guy is an art that is very different from fucking a girl in the ass because of the prostate. Getting to know it with the fingers help you to know what to do with your dick. The idea is quite the same, but as the dick is longer, the rubbing is different. The shaft needs to slide against it very smoothly. Fucking from the back as I did is a good option for beginners. Personally, I think it's the best one for a virgin, better than standing on all fours. Of course, it depends on the top's dick. Positions change if the dick is straight, bent up, downwards, or to the sides. Well, each case is different and needs to be thought in advance. It took me a while to feel my pubes touching his skin. It was so fucking satisfying. "Hold the candle, bitch." Gently but with more vigor I fucked his ass. I couldn't be very creative and more controlling coz I was afraid the sedative would wear off any time soon. I wanted to nut before his coming back to his senses. I wanted him to remember this fuck, not as being violated, but knowing men can get off by being fucked. It's commonly said that the female body has many mysteries, but people barely talk about the secrets of men. The thing is when you think of men as penetrators. Indeed there's not much to be said because dicks are visible, and adjectives come fast to mind. But when we think of men as receptacles, things change. That can't be seen nor described. It needs to be studied, touched, felt. Poor of men who die without knowing this. The fuck with Jay was quick but intense. As my body was slimy, my chest rubbed his back with ease. Up and down I could feel his shoulder blades touching my pecs. My belly massaging his lower back, my legs intertwined with his. My dick buried deeply into his warm hole. Our balls shocking against each other. I could feel his body and mine as one. "You're such a good bitch. Love how my dick stretches your hole" I whispered in his ear. "Now I'll breed you, so you'll remember you had a man inside of you." Jay wasn't fighting me. He should be into my spell already, as I imagined the lotion's sedative effect was wearing off by then. I came inside of him deep and strongly. He was mine now. He wouldn't be able to forget he had another man filling up his hole with warm jizz. As I finished, I unplugged myself from him. Jay didn't move. I thought he'd be shy, so I'd rather leave and give him time to process his new life as a receptacle for dicks. I cleaned the oil from my body and the few drops of cum that still came out of my dick. I put on my clothes after throwing the towel on the corner. (I really hope someday, gay porn involving straight' guys being penetrated during massages will show how straight men would really react to becoming a bitch to another guy. They always seem so cooperative; it's just frustrating). On the other side of the door, I moved to the auditorium to look for Patty. The place wasn't as crowded as I expected, but I couldn't see him anywhere. The contest was on, guys showing their muscles on the stage, but no sight of Patty. Annoyed by that, I decided to go after Kevin. Back into the lockers, I found him on the same spot I saw him the first time I got there. He was wearing now nothing but straps. His body fake tanned, muscles pumped up. "Kevin? Where's Patty? Can't find him anywhere." I looked around; Jay wasn't there either. "I left him on the first row. You should've seen him" Kevin didn't seem worried. "Nah. He isn't there. What happened? Didn't you see him?" "Oh. I saw him when I was on the stage. That's weird. I wonder what could've happened. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to put him on my boyfriend's side." "You did what?" I just couldn't believe it. If Patty realized Kevin was gay, he'd think I was gay too and would never talk to me again. "If he said anything to Patty, then you know what could happen." "Yeah, maybe he did. Well, it couldn't be helped, could it?" he was so cynical. "What d'you mean?" Kevin stood up and took a step closer. "I mean you come here and say you wanna fuck a boy you barely know, but you ain't gay, are you? Course not. You fuck Jay, but you ain't gay. What's wrong about being gay, uh? If this boy were into you, he'd stay. Well, obviously he's not. So first get into your head you're gay too, be more respectful and change that disgusting attitude. You're not superior to anyone, got it? In here you're no one. Your muscles don't say anything among us. You're just a failure." My fists were clenching. I wanted to hit him on the face, but I was the one being hit there. His words were harsh, but could them be true? I had to leave and find Patty. As I moved to the door, Kevin continued. "And for your information, Jay is gay too. He wanted to get into a role-playing game with you. Hope you enjoyed it as much as he did. Or d'you think you could turn him gay with candles and lotions?" "Fuck you." I crossed the auditorium and moved outdoors. I looked for Patty everywhere, but he was gone. After a couple of hours of searching, I decided to go back home. I never drove so pissed. I don't know if I was angry at Kevin, Jay, both, or me. What have I done? When at home, I laid down on my bed and decided to call it a day. Not too long after my sinking into the pillows, someone called upon my interphone. I couldn't be more surprised. It was Alice, Patty's girlfriend. She wanted to talk to me. I guessed the goal of that conversation straightaway. He told her everything that happened. She should think I was gay and was hitting on her boyfriend. She'd slap me on the face and call me names. Well, I deserved that and more. I still had to deal with Cecile. Fuck! I just wanted to die. I opened the door, and she came in. She looked around but didn't say a word about my flat. "Bob is quite upset at you. You know that right?" she started. "I can imagine. Don't worry coz I'm not going after him again, ok?" "Aren't you? I thought you weren't a quitter" she sat on a chair near my desk. "What d'you mean?" I was lost. "I've been talking to Cecile too. I think she wants to break up with you. You're in deep shit." "Why are you telling me that?" "Coz I have a proposition to make. And I'd take it if I were you." Now I was intrigued. What could she want from me? "And what's that?" "I know you're into Bob, or Patty, as you prefer. He's got a nice ass, doesn't he? I know, I like to squeeze it whenever possible, but he's not very keen. Anyway, I think Patty has some issues with his ass that might indicate something... I don't know. Maybe you can help him." "I'm not following..." "I think he should be fucked by a man like you. Then maybe he can decide whether he likes it or not. But he's too shy, too reserved... D'you get what I'm saying? But I have my own issues too. I think I'm bi, and I also think I like Cecile the way you like Bob. But Cecile isn't into that..." "Still, what d'you want?" "I'll help you with Patty. I guarantee you'll get to fuck him whenever he's ready. But you've got to help me fuck your girlfriend. That's the deal. Are you in or are you out?" That was the one-million-dollar question. Could I do that to Cecile? Could I just lose Bob and, probably, lose Cecile too? My head was spinning, and I had to make a decision. -----------------
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