From Straight to Bitch Club

By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com

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

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From straight to bitch club - Chapter 15

"Go play with your brother."

"But, dad!"

"Do as I say. I don't want my son playing with girls. Man up."

The boy was only eight, and his notions of right and wrong were still blurry. Why playing with Cindy, the pretty girl next door, was wrong? Karl couldn't understand what harm it could be to have a girl for friend. Cindy saw in Karl a friend who she liked to be with, but she knew that that friendship wasn't meant to last. She was four years older than him and was conscious about the world not being very favourable to girls like her. It wasn't the first time she saw a grown-up man yelling at a boy who she considered a friend.

"Ted is no fun at all." Karl complained to the father.

"Make it fun then, but don't get too close. You don't want people having second ideas about you."

Ted was three years younger than Karl. How could playing with such a little boy be any interesting? Karl was pissed.

"Sofia!" Yelled the old man. The wife showed up in the window, worried something could have happened to the sons. "Bring them boys something to drink. Sometimes, I feel you can't do anything if I don't say it first. Have some initiative, woman!"

Karl loved his mother. He thought he also loved his father, but that feeling was so much more complicated. It wasn't pure and simple love, there was a lot more involved. Love didn't seem so unconditional when he thought of his father. There were a lot of ifs' and buts'. He didn't want to be like his dad.

--------------------- `Have you been a bad boy?'

It's been three hours since Alice sent me this message. Aaron had left about an hour before, and now I was sitting on my couch naked, my limp dick lying over my left thigh and my balls. My glance shifted from the phone to my cock and while focusing on my resting dick, I was trying to think about what to answer. Normally, I'd just leave it unanswered, but I needed Alice. I gotta say that when I first saw Patty and thought of fucking his bubble butt, I didn't imagine it would be so hard. I'd never see myself almost begging to have this girl's attention and help. And the worst of all, how willing I was to let go of Cecile in order to have my dick in a hole (a special one, but still a hole). `Have you fucked Cecile yet?'

That's all I could manage to type, and I pressed `send'. My heart was beating faster in anticipation. What if she said yes? Maybe she didn't even needed me anymore. Actually, did she need me at all? Maybe I was just part of Alice's game when I thought I was the one dealing the cards.

I waited for a few minutes and dozed off. The room smelled like cum and my thoughts were still taking me back to Patty. Even in my dreams, it felt as if Cecile wasn't part of me anymore.

I opened my eyes when I heard the doorbell. I didn't bother to dress up. I'd just hide my body behind the door and send away whoever was on the other side.

My head was still foggy from my brief nap when I opened the door. As if I wasn't even there, Alice pushed the door and got herself into my apartment. From my lounge, she looked me from head to toe, then back to my eyes. It felt like she was choosing which piece of meat to buy from the butchery. I was sure she wasn't very impressed at what she saw. Or perhaps she just didn't care.

I couldn't be less bothered. As if pretending I wasn't naked, I sat back on the couch and waited for her talking.

She sat on a chair across from me with her gaze still fixed on my eyes.

"No, I ain't fucking Cecile. Yet! But that's a matter of time. You know that, right? Is that a problem?"

"I don't think so. Should it be a problem?" I rubbed my eyes and looked up as my arms rested behind my neck.

"Well, so maybe we're still on the same page, ain't we?" She kept questioning me.

"Yeah, I guess so." I sounded a little reticent.

"Although I feel like I'm doing way more for you than you're for me. What have you done to get Cecile to be with me?"

That was a good question. And I considered good questions the ones I didn't have a prepared answered to offer. When I don't know what to say, I remain silent. I know that I'll be screwed whether I decide to say something stupid or don't say anything at all. I think being silent is a better choice.

"I don't care too much for your help anyway. Actually, just being away from Cecile is good enough." She cared to continue. "I can handle it myself. She's already complaining so much about your distance that I think she trusts me enough to give me a chance. And, Jesus, when the time comes, I'll fuck her like a bitch. My bitch to use as I want."

She punched me on the stomach, but I didn't cry for help. That's probably what she wanted, but I wasn't giving her anything. I opened my legs wider apart and let my cock answer on my behalf.

"Would you like to watch us fucking?"

"Would you like to watch me fucking your BF?" I know it's stupid to answer a straightforward question with another question, but she was getting to my nerves and I had nothing else to say.

"That'd be hot." She smiled. "If you only knew how much we women like to see hot guys fucking. I can only say I've got a few girlfriends who'd try anything to watch straight men falling for a good and deep breeding. One of them made it into her final course research, can you believe it? Once she's done I'll make sure I send you her findings." The smile was still there. She wanted my focus on her. "But letting the BS behind and getting to business. Do you think that's going to happen? I mean, after what you've been doing to Bobby recently. Like you and Aaron sucking on his nipples today?"

"Does he tell you everything he does?" I was intrigued.

"Kinda. But in this case, he didn't do anything, right? It was more like you doing to him."

"Whatever. And yes, I think it's happening. I think he'll be back to me and he'll beg me to suck on his nipples again. I don't think he told you the whole story. Probably, he didn't tell you how he let me call him names while I played with his tits. How he begged for my mouth. Gosh, your BF has the more sensitive tits I've ever seen in my life. He was born in a whore's body. Did he tell you any of that?"

"No, he didn't."

"Course not." I finally felt triumphant.

"Do you really think I'm trying to stop you from having him? Boy, if you only knew who I am, you wouldn't second guess me ever again."

Alice got me out of guard again. Who could she be? In fact, I didn't know much about her. These last words made me look back at her. She was smiling kindly. Like an air attendant in one of those flight informationals.

"And who are you then?"

"A well-resourced friend who's actually trying to help you." Her smile grew wider. "And don't worry about today. I was just playing with you. You did great with the nipple sucking. Although he tried to pretend he was disgusted, I could tell from his reaction that he loved every second of it."

I felt proud somehow. My dick twitched like a dog's tail. I thought about Patty hiding his feelings from his GF. I thought about his little clit getting hard every time he remembers my mouth on his pink tits.

"But don't get too excited, ok?" Alice said as her eyes travelled from my dick back to my eyes. "He's straight. Feeling good for having your body stimulated is one thing but having your consciousness coming to terms with the source of such pleasure is something totally different. He'll never accept the fact you're a man, even though he loves your skills. He'll insist I do that to him for days or weeks till he gets tired of my denials and goes after other chicks who can do the same you did. Cheating on me with another girl is just a matter of time."

"You feel so fine with that..." I started but was soon interrupted by her.

"As I said, you don't get it, do you? I told you from the very beginning I'm doing this for Bobby. It's not for me, much less for you. I know closeted gays and lesbians from only looking at them. I always knew Bob was bi, but that he'd become a bottom boy once he found the right guy to turn him. At the same time, when I set my eyes on Cecile, I knew she was into chicks..."

"Hey, sorry to say but you're wrong there..." I felt a little attacked here.

"I'm sorry to break this down to you but I'm never wrong. And that's not even the point." She spoke with a lower tone, as if she tried to make her words stronger. "After what happened to you guys, things need to change. And I mean drastic changes. It's either that or the end of the line for you and... Patty."

"And what do you suggest?"

"You'll break up with Cecile..."

"What? No way! Then you get what you want and forget about me." I didn't think about what I said till hours later. The way I was using Cecile as nothing more than an object to get what I wanted.

"Hey, you lost her already, asshole." She did call me `asshole' but in a friendly way. "You don't even talk to her anymore and she's tired of coming after you just to see you're not very keen to anything. Actually, I don't think she loves you at all. Again, I'm sorry to say this to you. But it's true. I hope one day she'll tell you what she really thinks of you, I'm not here for that. But understand that the time has come. And don't worry. I won't be forgetting you, just keep in mind I'm doing this for Bobby. Honestly, I do wanna see him happy and I know you can give him what he needs." She looked at my dick again just before giving me another grin.

I had a lot of questions, but I didn't think Alice was the one who'd have the answers. "Ok, smartass. I leave her and then what?"

"I'll get you with some of my girlfriends. I'll pick the prettiest and slutiest ones. You'll enjoy it and Bobby will stop wondering whether you're gay or not. He can't think you are and seeing your boring relationship with Cecile ain't helping. You need to be a predator and have Bobby seeing you with all the chicks he'd never get. And, at the same time, I'll make him aware that no women in the world could be better than me. Once he starts looking for other chicks to bang, chicks who could suck on his pink cute nipples, I'll get him to meet with my girlfriends too. Then, probably two or three months from now, once he's back to me like a little needy puppy, I'll pretend I'm getting over him. That I'm into guys with big, strong muscles like you. That's when he'll come looking for you again."

"Ok. I break up with Cecile and next day I'm hanging around with all sorts of sluts. What she'll think of me?" that was the only part concerning me.

"Oh, she's gonna hate you. That's even harder than just breaking up, isn't it? But that won't last coz I'll make sure she forgets all about you. But, being forgotten ain't nice either, right?" She tapped her knees with the tip of her fingers. "But that's the price to pay. Are you willing to give it all for Patty?"

"Or I could just get back to Cecile and make Patty see us hanging out again."

"You're not understanding my point. He thinks your relationship with her is fake already. He won't buy it. Besides, the bitches I'm sending to you will talk. I'll make sure Bobby listens to everything they say. D'you know what I mean? They will talk about how awesome you are when you kiss, when you fuck their cunts, when you suck their tits. Do you get my point now?"

How could I say I didn't. Alice had the perfect plan arranged and ready to be put to action.

At first, I thought I'd better ask for time so I could consider my options, but do you know that compulsive feeling that makes us do the unthinkable? Just like when we spend the money we don't have to buy some stupid shit on the internet. Some shit we will probably never use. But well, I got to say I would use Patty. A lot!

"Ok. I'll talk to Cecile today and break up with her. I'll trust you'll keep your word." Was I being naïve? I don't know. Alice had this look in her face, a look that sold me security and even a hint of contentment.

"I'm happy you're doing the right choice. You'll be making a lot of people happy too. Cecile, Bob, me, and you, of course. This is the worst part, I know, but it'll pass soon. You'll see." She had this car sales talk that annoyed me.

As I studied Alice, I saw honesty and truth in her eyes. I could be very wrong about her, but I decided to take the chance. At the same time, I was thinking about Cecile. Alice said I'd be making everyone happier by leaving her and, although insecure, I knew she was right. I was barely seeing the girl, and she deserved someone better than me. If Alice thought Cecile was into girls, then great. I'd like to see that, so I'd feel better after all.

"I just need a small piece of information from you." I got myself thinking about what to do next to breaking up with my girlfriend. "If you claim to be the best in telling people's sexual orientations..."

"Do you want to know what I think of you?" She interrupted me.

"No." I laughed. I couldn't care less for what she thought about this. "You must know many of Patty's friends, I assume. Among his male friends, the ones he considers his best friends, is there anyone in the closet? You know, a closeted horny bottom bitch that hangs out with chicks. Someone Patty can't fathom being a fag."

"Wow, that's quite specific, uh? Being gay ain't enough? It has to be a horny bottom bitch? A faggot?"

"It'd work better. But I think being a closeted gay guy is enough for now." I was getting too excited about this, so I tried to calm down.

"Well, yeah, there's this guy... Chris. I'm sure he plays volley and goes to the gym, but I'm not sure if he and Bob attend the same classes together. He's this short guy who looks like a kid. I can't tell he's gay from any empirical evidence, but something tells me he'd end up being a good bottom if he ever got to know the right guy. I'm not sure, but I've heard from another friend of mine that he had quite an adventure few years ago when he was a scout."

"How do you know all these things?" I asked intrigued as to how could this girl know so much about everyone?

"I told you I'm a resourceful person, didn't I?" she hit me with a smile that carried a sense of superiority. I felt as if I would never be as good as her. She was in another level. "I've being a scout too. I've met a lot of guys that were scouts and heard their stories. They had this tradition of writing diaries, and some of these diaries were leaked to the internet. There's one that was written by this chav called Christian. He never says his full name, but he does give descriptions of how he looks like throughout the chapters. I just made him a few questions once, and I think Chris might be Christian. Or maybe not since I didn't go through all the details. But what a story! Well, if you get to meet him, just ask if he knows anything about the Frau."

I didn't know what she could be referring to, but I laughed anyway.

"Quite a small world, uh?" I thought it hard to believe.

"Not really. I'm admired you haven't been a scout yourself. Almost everyone in this area is forced to be a scout by their parents. Mine literally dragged me out to the camp once. They're always crammed with crazy horny teenage bastards." She explained with that smile of disdain still turned to me. "I'll send you the link to his story. You read it yourself."

I didn't tell Alice I wasn't raised in that region. It didn't matter. But I got myself wondering why my father didn't try to send me to a scout camp. Maybe because it wasn't a tradition back in Europe where he and my mother were born. My father was more the kind of person who'd drag my brother and I to hunt and camp. Usually, only the tree of us. I wondered what would have happened if I have had this sort of bonding with other boys from such an early age.

"So, when will you end your story with Cecile?" Alice asked me again. She wanted to make sure I understood what I was expected to do next. "Just trust me, ok? She is into girls."

Did it matter whether I trusted her or not?

"I'll text her." I wouldn't extend myself.

"Ok. Do it asap, ok? I'll send the link to that story when I'm home. Bye, Karl."

She made herself out. I reached for my phone and texted Cecile. `Can we talk today?'

`Sure, we need to talk.'

It was fast and unexpected. Now, I was the one who wanted to know what she had to say. The hours I waited for that conversation were slow and painful. I booked a table at a restaurant in my area that was normally quiet at that time of the day.

Cecile and I were distant. Or, at least, that was the impression I had when I saw her. But I wasn't entirely sure about that. Weren't we always distant? What kind of expectations did I have toward her?

We exchanged kisses as friends do, we shared a table and had a nice talk until we found ourselves drowned in silence.

"I think we should break up." I managed to say. I never had problems with words, but now they failed me. It wasn't as if I was trying to convince her of something I wanted, it was its very opposite. I didn't want to do this. I thought she felt the same.

"I'm so relieved." She said with her hand on the chest, eyes rolled up, which made me believe she's prayed for this to happen. "Yes, I agree."

I wasn't expecting that. I thought she would cry or beg me not to do that. I never felt so presumptuous in my whole life. But that's exactly what I was. A spoiled and presumptuous boy whose world was centred around his dick. I found myself speechless again. I was prepared to calm her down or ask for her forgiveness. Instead, I was taken aback into my own arrogancy.

"Why?" I asked as I thought I'd be the one answering that.

"When I think about our relationship, I don't know. I thought that what I felt for you was love, but now I think it was more like admiration. Submission even. You are the popular guy who everyone praises and asks for help and support. You've been always the one people look up to, and I was your shadow. And, honestly, I was happy with that until... Well, it doesn't matter..."

Was it Cecile or Alice speaking?

"I don't know what to say..." I confessed.

"That must be new to you." She smiled. "Karl, you're a good man, but you gotta work your hubris. It's good to have the confidence you have, but everything needs a limit. Your relationship with women in general is always of dominance. I experienced that myself but couldn't see it. Now I can. I know this is part of your personality, but it's never late to change."

I was fidgeting. My hands were playing with the fork and the knife. I couldn't look Cecile in the eyes.

"I know your relationship with your father was a complicated one. Maybe you're the result of that. The problem you have when dealing with women. It doesn't mean you're a bad man, but you can improve. I'm not a therapist, but I think your problem is not even related to us women. Your problem is that you don't know how to bond with your male friends in a proper and healthy way. I've noticed how you can't open yourself to them. How you never talked about having a good friend that would listen to you and help you through difficult times. So, as you can't bond with them, you take out your frustration on us, women."

"Thanks for the analysis." I was getting so pissed.

"Sorry, Karl. Please, don't be upset."

"Why haven't you told me this before? Now, suddenly you have the whole diagnosis."

"I just decided to watch more closely, that's all. Please, don't be upset. We can still be friends."

I just wanted to say `fuck friends', but I decided to be a little more polite. I stood up, opened my wallet and left a few notes on the table. "I can't go through this now. Sorry."

I hated Alice. What did she make with the sweet Cecile I knew? That woman at the table wasn't my ex-girlfriend. That was someone else.

I could just be quiet about this, but I needed to say something. I called Alice, which was something my reason voted against. She picked up too fast. She should be waiting for my call.

"What the fuck did you do to Cecile?" I asked. I got into my car and punched the wheel in a childish way.

"What are you talking about?" Alice was a cynical bitch.

"That's not Cecile. You put a lot of shit in her head. She's different."

"Hey, watch out the way you talk to me. I'll forgive you because I know you're upset..."

"Fuck your forgiveness..."

"I still forgive you. And think about the shit you're saying, ok? Don't you think you changed Bob too? My boyfriend isn't the same anymore. He can't stop talking about how macho he is all the fucking time, and at night he only think about his nipples. And that obsession is just fucking annoying. He's not the guy I started dating months ago. So, think about that too, ok? Such a stupid bastard!" She hanged up on me. What the hell?

I drove home and stayed in the dark for the rest of the day and night. I slept and woke up to a message from Alice. It was the link to the diary of the scout boy Christopher. I thought I shouldn't give Alice any attention, but I decided to give the story a chance. I was hooked quickly. Of course' I thought. Camping is such a great idea.' That was just simply fantastic. All of sudden, it reminded me why I wanted to turn Patty into my bitch. This is hard to explain, but I think that story erased everything Cecile had told me hours before. I forgot about my hubris, about improvement and self-discovery. It was like getting back to myself. And myself alone. Myself.

That thing that consumed me. The burning bush that is forever on fire.

Fuck Cecile.

A shower was all I needed. Water would wash away my doubts. I took the time to touch my body. What a fucking nice body I had. My prick so big and hard. I needed bitches to worship me and not to lecture me. Why the hell should I be so concerned about others when I was so perfect? I knew deep inside that I was being a narcissist son of a bitch but that feeling of self-centeredness was the one keeping me from breaking down. I'd do anything not to look vulnerable. If we all get to hide in shells, I'd choose the one I'd use to cover me up.

Mr. Lee was my priority now. The bastard liked to talk, and I couldn't get him saying to everyone he saw me fucking Steve. I could put a gun in his head and say `if you open your mouth, I'll fucking kill you'. Yeah, I could do that. But that would just make him aware that I did care. This awareness could make him feel like talking rather than shut up. Regardless, that was not my modus operandi.

I still need to be clear about one thing: I didn't give a shit for Mr. Lee and his open mouth. I just didn't want to find myself explaining what I had with Steve. Even because, there was nothing between Steve and I, just casual sex. Steve was my relief. Yes, I liked the boy for that. He respected me as his superior, and he knew how to get me off. No one would buy his `I don't like dick' shit, but it just made sex with him more enjoyable for me.

So, this was my situation now. I needed to shut up Lee without making him aware of my intention. My plan? Let's make Lee fuck Steve as I did, so he'd got more to lose than me if he ever decided to talk.

I put on my workout gear and headed to the gym. Lee should be there. I saw Aaron first. I waved at him and mouthed `Lee'? He pointed to the weight-lifting room. As I imagined, he was standing near a machine, his right arm resting on it, and his big mouth open as he talked to a female student. This guy did like to speak.

I followed my exercise routine. Every now and then, I'd get Lee looking at me, and we'd exchange glances. I could read his thoughts, but I didn't know how open he was to man-to-man sex.

Once I saw Lee alone, which took a while to happen, I followed him.

"Lee? Can we talk?" I asked.

"Hey, Karl. Sure." He turned to me.

"Not here. Can we go to your office?"

"Listen, if this is about you know... I don't know who told you that. But, your secret is safe with me."

"Can we go to your office?"

"Sure."

I followed the guy. Big muscled back in a tight short t-shirt that wrapped up his torso. Black shorts revealed his strong and well-round calves. The guys had a nice ass too. But it didn't excite me. I liked the petite ones better, short with round muscles.

"As I said, you don't need to worry. I'm not telling anyone." Lee said as soon as we got in his office.

I've been to one of these offices before. No windows, I felt suffocated. A desk, chairs, a mirror, a hospital bed on the side that probably has never been used.

"I'm not worried about what you saw, and I'm not ashamed either. I just don't think it was nice of me to fuck Steve in a public space and then making you watch us."

"It's ok." He reassured me. No. It was obvious he didn't mean that. No straight guy likes to walk in on two guys fucking. Lee was being nice.

I decided to give him something to talk about and, this way, loose him up a little bit.

"Have you ever seen guys fucking in the lockers like us? That was a bad idea, I confess."

I said that as if I was talking about fucking a chick. I needed to normalize the fact that I was fucking a guy and not a chick by speaking of it in a natural spontaneous way.

"No, I haven't. But I've heard many cases of friends who have. If you only knew..."

I don't need to go through all the shit he had to say. I smirked. Smiling is part of the so-called `active listening.' It makes people believe you're enjoying what they say. For good talkers like Lee, that is like a dream come true. He needed ears, and I'd lend him mine for the time being. He talked about all these cases of friends who caught guys having sex in lockers and restrooms. I didn't know if he was telling the truth, but it didn't matter.

"I don't know why I did that. I just couldn't stop myself..." I tried to sound apologetic as I needed Lee's sympathy.

"It's alright."

"Really? Do you really think it's alright?"

"Sure. Don't worry." He didn't mean to say this, but since he did, I'd get use of that.

"And why do you think it's alright? I just thought you'd think I shouldn't have done that..."

Who would ask such a question? Probably, Lee thought the conversation would end there. Anyone who felt embarrassed about being caught in such a compromising situation would try to make this talk as short as possible. Of course, he wasn't ready to answer that.

"I don't know. But it happens, right? Sometimes, we can't control ourselves."

"True. I just don't understand why I had to fall for a guy. That's what I needed to talk with you. Since you know what I did already, please help me understand what happened to me. I feel lost."

I tried to sound as genuine as possible. I wanted to attract his sympathy. Maybe, he would think I was such a poor soul in need of guidance, and that he was the one to bring me to the light. Let's be honest, Mr. Greg Lee would never be able to help anyone with his shallow knowledge of the world. But when I provided him the chance to give his insight on my apparent suffering, he felt confident about the persuasion of his discourse. That should feel great as he was the one no one listened to, even though he had a lot to say.

"As I said, we got our urges, right? Sometimes, the ladies are not helping, I don't know, then we go for what's easier and closer to us. It looked like the guy you were... you know... having sex with, let's put this way, was having a lot of fun. He should be trying hard to get you to... take him? I've never seen the guy here. Does he come here often?"

Lee made other questions that had nothing to do with what I asked. That wouldn't be an issue. As I let him speak, I felt he was getting more comfortable around me. I did my best not to scare him away and even look a little desperate, I expected him to open up to me.

"It's ok, alright. For example, when I was a kid I played with another boy. Well, who doesn't, right? You know, we touched each other's willies and stuff like that. Do I feel like I'm gay because of that? No way!"

It's good to have someone who can't shut the fuck up talking, because they have no limits. I, for instance, had stopped making questions for about ten minutes, and he talked as he didn't want to create that embarrassing silence that takes place whenever we feel like stopping the conversation. For some people, it's really hard to deal with silence. With Lee, that was the case. As he started talking about his own childhood experience with another boy, I realized he was ready to get into more intimal topics. I still waited until I found a gap before I said another word.

"Thanks for the words, my friend. It makes me feel so much better." Such a BS, but it was working. I just needed to make the right question now. "But, tell me, I've never seen you hanging out with chicks. I don't see you sharing the lockers with us either. Is there any problem? I mean, don't take me wrong, ok?"

I still needed Lee to talk, so I tried to be extra cautious with my inquiries. When I said don't take me wrong', it was like saying I don't mind if you don't want to talk about this', but I knew he would.

Although I didn't know Lee that well, I was sure he'd never kick me out from his office regardless of what I said. Well, of course, I couldn't say his mother was a whore, but that wasn't happening anyway. He was a nice guy. In this regard, we were very different. Lee was the kind of man who'd rather talk. I could ask him a very embarrassing question, he wouldn't just ask me to leave, he'd laugh and probably tell me a story. You must know people who talk a lot. They are everywhere. But what's interesting is that although they speak too much, they have nothing to say. That's a defence. I could use that to my advantage.

"It's alright." He smiled. Of course, it wasn't alright to ask this kind of question, but I think I succeeded in creating an environment of openness since we were talking about me in a very intimate way. If I presented myself in such a vulnerable way, then Lee wouldn't feel so intimidated when talking about his own private matters. It was like finding a balance, so the both of us could be on the same level. "I do hang out with them. I just don't brag about it. You know, no point in doing that. And I do use the lockers. I'm just not into taking a shower with other guys. I don't feel comfortable, that's all."

"Why not? You know you can tell me anything, right? Dude, you caught me fucking another GUY! You know more about me already than a lot of friends. Actually, you know more about me than my girlfriend." I laughed and he followed me. "If you say I can trust you, please, trust me too. What's that? Are you small down there? That's alright."

He smiled, which as a good sign. "Nah, it's not that."

"So what? C'mon. Don't let me be the only one embarrassed here."

"It's quite the opposite."

"What's that?"

"I mean, fuck, I'm too big down there."

"No shit!"

I did my best to look genuinely surprised. Aaron had told me about Lee's deal regarding his huge dick. I couldn't care less for what he was hiding in there, but it was all I had in hands to persuade him to do what I wanted.

He laughed again, but now it seemed he was just shy.

"I know you're going over the line to help me out. I mean you work here. It's your duty to report this kind of shit, but you're being such a good mate. I'd like to help you out too. Please, allow me." I said.

"What do you mean? How can you help me with that?" He laughed.

"I'm serious. Just listen to me, ok? There's another reason why I fucked Steve. I'll confess it to you, since we're being so honest to each other. I myself got a big cock too. I mean I've hurt chicks with that before. I know it's not easy to carry such a big tool. It's not that fun when you listen girls complaining they can't take it all coz it hurts. You don't want to hurt them, but you can't replace your dick either. What do you expect, right? Do you know what I mean?"

"Totally" Lee confessed, and I think I touched the right spot.

"So, once again, let me be honest with you here. The reason why I fuck Steve is because he can take it all and he's never complained about it. There, I said it. That wasn't the first time I fucked him. I wish I didn't feel like I'm cheating on my girlfriend, but he can do something to me that she can't. And as you said, I have my needs. She can't take care of them, but he can. And nobody needs to know. Well, you do, but that was my mistake. I couldn't control myself. But, dude, I gotta say, as your friend, and please don't take me wrong, but from my experience, only guys can take it all and still come back begging for more. There's no crying. No whining. They just want more. It doesn't make me gay. I have no doubt about that, but it's just a fact that guys do it better."

Lee looked a little surprised, I'd say. I think he wasn't expecting that. I know it was a lot to process, but I'd give him time for that later. As he was now quiet for the first time, I continued with my prose.

"If we suffer from the same problem, I'd say you've never been deepthroated. I've never been till I met Steve and, dude! Nothing in this whole fucking world feels better than a throat struggling to accept you into it. I feel sorry for those who've never experienced that. I want you to feel it."

"What do you want?" I'd say Lee was still reluctant, but I could tell from the way he looked at me that he was also curious.

"First, answer me, honestly as we've been doing up to now. Have you ever felt like fucking a throat?"

"Yeah, who never?"

"Would you be willing to do anything to do that?"

"I don't know. It depends. Anything is too broad..."

"Do you want to give it a try?"

"Maybe..."

"Great! I'll think about it. Just give me some time, ok? I'll get back to you. As for now, just imagine how nice it'd be to fuck a throat. And I mean really fuck it. As if it was a pussy. Once we're done, I swear you'll be able to fuck as many pussies and throats as you want."

"I don't know, man." He was still reticent, but willing.

"Do you trust me?"

"Sure." I don't know if he meant this, but his consent was a good sign.

"So, hang on there. I'll change your life. I promise."

I left Lee in the office. He'd need some more convincing before he was ready for anything I had in store for him. I checked my phone and saw Alice had left a message.

`Thanks for being honest with Cecile. I appreciate that. Don't worry coz I'll make sure Patty is back to you. But now he's just too upset. I hope you understand.'

Fuck Alice. Fuck Patty.

I went to the reception and asked if I could check the members' list as I needed to find one of my trainees. I never had problem with that, so they allowed me to.

I know the guy's name was Chris, which should be short for Christian or Christopher. If he was the guy from the scout story, he'd be Christian. I looked for all Christians enrolled in that gym. There were pictures of all of them. I needed someone who looked like a kid. It wasn't hard to find him. Christian Davis. I looked at the last time he's been to the gym, and according to the system, he was there at that very moment.

That was terrific. I wanted to get to Patty's nerves, so I'd turn this fucking friend of his into a bodybuilder. I'd put him in a magazine, something Patty's always wanted. I wanted to make Patty regret his nasty actions toward me.

I got back into the training station and quickly found Chris working out on the extensor machine. I walked to him as a blood-thirsty predator goes to its prey.

"Are you Chris?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Who are you?" The little guy looked scared. I can't say for sure. But although this is hard to admit, I gotta say he was kinda cute. He did look like a scared kid. He had something in him that screamed `make me your bitch'. It was funny, I felt like he and Patty had a lot in common.

"I'm Karl. Patty's PT. Or not his PT anymore. Not sure. Nice to meet you." I extended my hand and waited for him to shook it. He had the hands of a chick. Smooth and soft to the touch. The hands I like to feel around my shaft when I want someone to polish my knob.

"What's happened?" he asked.

"Nothing really. But I got you a deal if you're up to it."

"What's that?"

"I got it you're on the volleyball team, right? You must be training with Lane." Lane and I had studied together. I knew he was a volley trainer, so I tried my luck.

"Yes."

"He must've told you gonna need a trainer. But probably you haven't found any. Am I right?" I also knew all sports demanded a good dose of training in the gym. The coaches would require the students to find trainers, but it wasn't easy to find any with a clean schedule. I could get Chris to be my trainee, and that would give me the chance to get onto Patty's nerves.

"Yeah."

"So, here's the deal. I'm getting myself back into the training business and I need a portfolio. I was working with Patty, but he's a freaking out bitch who turned me down. I need to showcase my work. I already got contacts in the industry and a page in a bodybuilding magazine where I'll talk about my work. I need pictures there. I'm focusing on men's legs, that's what I wanna showcase. I agree to train you if you let yourself be photographed and allow the pictures to go public. What do you say?"

"I'll talk to Lane and let him know I'll be training you. I'm sure he'll be happy. Is that alright with you?" I didn't have time to waste. I could text Lane later and have this done pronto.

"Yeah, sure."

"Be aware you'll be working out those legs and glutes a lot. Hope you don't freak out about that?" Since I'd be working with him, I'd turn him into what I expected from him. A little bitch with a perfect bubble butt that would beg for dick.

"I don't think I would."

"And be aware I'll need a lot of your focus. I don't want just part of it. You can keep part of it to studies and volley, but the rest to me. I need the best of you in that magazine. Are we in accordance?"

"Ok, I think so. If Lane..."

"Leave Lane to me. He won't get rid of you, unless you screw up badly. We're old time buds. Relax."

"I'll need you to change your work out hour. This is too early for me" I gave him my phone. "Type your number and I'll get back to you with the details. If you have other things to do, let me know. But remember this is now your number one priority. At least, till I'm done with you."

"And how long is this gonna take?"

"Hopefully no longer than a couple of months. Stand up and let me take a look at your legs."

I so wanted to see his ass. Since I ended my relationship with Cecile and read the story Alice had sent to me, I was desperate to fuck a bitch's hole.

"Loose the shorts." I demanded. I didn't care if this was too much for him. This also worked for me as I'd be able to see how far Chris was willing to go to make me happy. I didn't want another whining bitch pissing me off.

"Here?"

"Why not? You wouldn't be the first one. Trust me, no one will look at you."

I was so amazed when I saw him standing up and actually letting his shorts fall to his ankles. This dude was a crazy bitch. The type I wanted Patty to be. I made him turn around and suffocated a moan as I touched his ass. You know when you see an ass that is in this world for a good breeding. Chris had that kind of ass. I wanted to go further with him, but there were a couple of women looking at us. I couldn't let my dick rule over my brain. It would push me onto disaster.

"Send me a picture of your bare ass so I can make a before/after photo." I demanded as I thought of my original plan.

"Wait. Will you have my bare ass in the magazine?"

"Probably. But no face picture. So don't worry coz no one will know it's you. Besides, once we're done, you'll feel so proud of your legs and butt, you won't mind have them exposed in full colour."

"I don't know about that."

"Trust me, ok? Go back to work now. See you tomorrow. I'll send you a text with further instructions. Oh, and if you still don't know if you can trust me, ask anyone here. Anyone. Ask Lane. See ya!"

I had a boner trying to find its way out of my undies. I adjusted it with my right hand while I blinked at one of the chicks who was checking me with Chris. The bitch responded with a smile. If I only felt like fucking a woman. But I honestly didn't. What I wanted wasn't a simple fuck. I wanted power, and only a straight guy would grant me that.

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. It was Alice again. She was very insisting.

"Yes." I answered.

"Hey, can you just stop being such a brat and get back to what really matters? Your situation with Cecile is solved, the worst part is over, ok? It's done. Now, you just got to get ready to get Bob to yourself. Take a deep breath and listen to me. Can you do that?"

I didn't want to believe that Alice was right once again, but she was. I used to be so much more centred and rational. I did stop and took a deep breath. She must have heard me on the other side of the line.

"Good. You've done your part with Cecile, now let me do mine, ok? I'll be sending you a list of friends of mine who'll get in touch with you soon. All of them are crazy bitches hungry for dick. You'll go out with each one of them and I'll make sure Patty watches you. He needs to believe you're the most straight man he's ever seen. He's gonna envy you. And that's when you'll get his trust back. I see no other way."

"Ok, I'll wait for you." I didn't feel like it was me speaking, but I was indeed in a vulnerable position. I've never felt so weak and powerless. Cecile had said stuff I wasn't prepared to listen. I didn't know to which degree my self-assuredness had been broken, but it seemed deep.

"I'm with you on this, ok? Just focus. Remember who you are."

"I don't think Chris and Christopher are the same person." I managed to say before hanging up.

"What?"

"Patty's friend and the scout guy. I don't think they're the same guy."

"Oh, that's a shame." She said. "Still, ask him if he knows what a Frau is, and then you'll know." She laughed. Now I knew who the Frau was. And the Frau was all I wanted Patty to be. "Talk soon."

I took my time and tried to think straight again. What should I do next? Mr. Lee. What should I do with him?

I texted him and let him know I had his phone number.

`Hey, good to know. Enjoyed our talk earlier today.'

Lee answered straight away. He should be very interested in my proposition. I could feel him. What a terrible life to get to his age without knowing the perks of rough sex. Having a huge dick is a bless, but if you don't have what it takes to use it, it's a total burden.

I watched his message to me thinking of this guy's life. How could I get him even more frustrated? I mean, frustrated enough to feel like fucking Steve? I remembered what Alice and I had agreed upon just moments ago. I considered my options with Lee. I called Samantha, a total whore who I hanged out with a couple of years ago.

"Hey, Sam. Karl here. How are you?"

"Karl? Oh, my goodness, how long since I heard from you?"

"Quite a long time I know."

"I heard you decided to become a good boy. That you're dating a good-looking and respectful lady." She's laughed. "What's happened to you?"

"If I only knew." I laughed back. "Maybe I'm not a good boy anymore."

"Oh, that's good to know. I miss you, dear."

"Miss you too. Are you still fucking every guy you meet?" I went straight to the point.

"Well, I'm not so slut anymore. Only fucking the ones with big dicks." She laughed again. That was just perfect.

"That's good to hear. I'd like to ask you a favour. I know a guy who's probably the biggest dick you've ever seen..."

"Which would be yours, I think. Even bigger?"

"Probably so, from what I heard."

"I'm totally in. Who's the guy?"

"I'll send you what I have on him. But I need you to do something for me when you guys fuck."

"What's that?" she sounded very enthusiastic.

"I want to say to him that he's too big for you. Well, you still can have fun with him, but you gotta leave him with blue balls and be very clear that he's too big for you."

"Honey, no one is too big for me."

"I know that. I just need your help with this. Please? And then get other of your girlfriends to come for him too. Maybe they can all say you told them how big he is. They could all pretend they're into big cocks and are extremely curious to see his dick. And all of them need to leave him frustrated, blue balls and asking for more. Can you do that? Please?"

"Of course. The hardest part will be to fake I can't take it. But if that's for you, I'll do my best. I'll spread the word about his dick to a few of my friends. I think they are all stupid teases, so they wouldn't be able to handle it anyway."

"Good. I'm happy to hear from you. Hope we can catch up soon. I'll let him know about you. His name is Greg, but you can call him Lee. I'll send you his contact."

"Lee? Don't tell me he's Asian?"

"I got a bag full of surprises for you. Anyway, I gotta go, babe. Bye."

I sent Lee's contact to Sam and started answering him. `Hey, likewise. BTW, got this chick Sam to come for you. She's totally into big guys. She'll take good care of you. Just go with the flow and enjoy it.'

It didn't take him two seconds to answer me with a big `thank you'.

With that, the sluttiest adventure of my life had just begun. I got to meet many of Alice's friends. One was hornier than the other. A bunch of bitches who'd do anything for a good dick in their cunts. And I did give it to them. I think that during this time, all I wanted was to forget Cecile. After watching a new chick after the other on my bed, I could barely recognize myself. I'd still look at Cecile's photos on my phone and I'd still check the photos I had of Patty's ass. I jerked off to that. I wasn't the same. On the first day of this new journey, I found myself waiting for Chris at his lodge's entry door. I was checking on Patty's ass when Chris arrived to let me in. I'd never wait for anyone like I did that day. I'd never feel content with a photo when I knew I could have the real thing. But now all was blurry in my head.

On that same night, I found something different going on with Chris. He had cum on his hair, he smelled like jizz. He didn't even need to take his time to explain what was going. I knew the guys who lived in that campus very well. It was clear to me that he was being hazed. Having you covered in cum, though, was new to me. Chris seemed a little upset, but he was a good sport as I imagined. He was willing to be dripping cum if it meant being accepted as teammate by his peers. I can't hide the urges I had at that moment. I'd like to cum on Chris' face too. Well, that's what I thought when I first realized what was happening, but again, that was not me. I wasn't into such a childish behaviour. I always wanted much more than just playing around and hazing a guy. I was so much better than that.

Still, although I didn't have any plans on how to turn Chris, I thought it wouldn't hurt to help him to get that screaming bitch that dwelled in him out onto the light. I supported the guys who were cumming on him and eased the doubts he had in his mind. I found out that the captain of Chris' team was a guy called Craig. I needed to meet him.

The poor bastard was afraid I was coming for him when I introduced myself as Chris' trainer, but that was not my plan. I felt like guiding Craig a little bit. I don't know why. I remembered the ideas I had for the club I wanted to establish. By guiding Craig, I thought I could actually experience what it would feel like if I was instructing other guys on how to turn straight men into bitches. Although I didn't know what I wanted from Chris yet, I thought that those showers of jizz would put him in the right track to bitchdom.

It's hard to explain how good it feels to control other people into doing what you want. And it felt even better to control Craig who was controlling Chris. You can lose yourself when you feel this power, the feeling you can shape other people's life as you desire. You know you're everywhere. Your acts are having consequence in places you don't imagine and even if you don't know what's going on, you get addicted to the feeling that you're omnipresent.

I was enjoying my god-like adventure when Lee texted me. I was jerking off with the fleshlight that I had Patty once using on me as I stopped to answer.

`Hey, man. Can we talk?' he asked.

`Sure. Where?'

`My office? Tonight? Any time.'

`I'll see you there.'

I dropped my phone and finished my self-pleasure masturbation session.

Before getting my shit together, I saw my image in the mirror. I was not shaving anymore. I looked kinda homeless. Still so fucking good-looking, but miserable. I'd think about that at another time. I took a package I had received from amazon and made my way to the gym. I thought Lee was ready for what I had in store for him.

"I met Samantha and a few of her friends. First of all, thanks for introducing me to them. They're awesome." Lee sounded excited as we entered his office. But the frustration was also present. I wondered how horny this guy was. If the bitches have done what I thought they would, he'd be in need of quick attention.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." I faked a smile.

"Yes, but they weren't exactly what you thought they'd be. They didn't go all the way with me. They kept saying I was too big for them. I'd always end up on my knees slurping on their vaginas, but they'd never get me off. That's what happened first with Samantha..."

I wasn't expecting Mr. Lee to get into the details of his disastrous encounters with Sam and her girlfriends. But he did. I guess that he was in such a distress he had to talk about it with someone, and I was the only person he could trust regarding this specific matter.

"And did they like it when you licked them?"

"Yeah, I think so. But I also wanted something in return. You said Samantha would do it for me. Man, I was expecting that so badly after our talk that day."

He started giving the most sordid details of his time with Sam, in a way that almost made me laugh. He would still use words like vagina and penis when talking about dirty sex. That was Lee.

I let him talk for a few minutes. The guy had a lot to say, more than usual, and I thought it would be good to let him feel relieved before presenting him to the package I brought with me.

"I hear you, man. I'm sorry about that. Actually, Sam had told me already. She said you've been the first one she couldn't take. I'm really sorry. But you must understand them as well. I think that's the problem. You don't understand what deepthroating is from their perspective. If you did, you could guide them through. Things would be so much easier."

"So, what so you suggest?" He asked me clueless of what I could ask of him. If he were Patty, he'd have a thousand reasons to say `no way' before I could suggest anything. Patty knew me quite well already, just as I knew him too.

"First, I need you to trust me on this. Can you do that?"

"Of course." Oh, if he only knew.

"So, swallow this." I gave him a little pill. It looked small and harmless.

"What's that?"

"If you trust me, just swallow it."

He did it. I suggested he should sit down and wait for it to kick in. It didn't take twenty minutes before I saw the first drops of sweat running down his face. The bitch was in heat.

"Can you feel it?"

"Yeah, what's that?"

"Do you have a hardon?"

"Yeah, what the hell is that?" he panicked a little bit. It was still inside the limits of the expected.

"I need you hard for this." I got the package I brought with me. I took the stuff out of the box and put it on the table. It was what was called a `penis casting system'. "This. We'll make a few replicas of your dick."

"What the fuck?" I didn't expect those exact words coming from his mouth, but they weren't that bad.

"Do you still trust me?"

"Yeah, but..."

"So, listen to me. You know what your dick looks like from a perspective that is different from that of the chicks you get to suck you. You'll never understand what you go through till you get to see it for yourself. It's important that you get to know what they feel, right? There's no harm in this. You put your dick here," I showed him the tube, "wait a little bit, then we pour the silicone in. This is a good product. You can put your dick and your balls too. I don't need to look at you. Just do as I said, and you'll be good to go."

"Why do we need more than one?"

"I don't know. In case one doesn't work, then we can have a backup. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Great."

I left three systems on top of the desk and faced away. The system was very good indeed. It had a metal tube that would go inside the silicone and at the end there was a suction cup. You could adjust the length of the tube depending on the size of the dick. I took it for granted that it would be extended to its maximum limit.

Lee probably took his time reading the instructions on the box before he opened it. I heard a lot of noises that I can't even describe. He mumbled a lot of words. Talked for a while as he waited for the system to get the shape of his dick, then a little more as we waited the silicone to harden. Once he got all the three systems on the table, he stood up saying he needed to clean up. I still didn't dare to look. I wasn't interested in the slightest.

"You can look now." I turned back to him. I saw three tubes on the desk and, as I expected, they were extended to the max. On the top of each tube, there were the suction cups. "Why did you need me to swallow that pill?"

"Coz you couldn't go soft once you dick was inside the tube. It wouldn't work and this shit is expensive. Don't worry coz it will wear off fast."

We talked a little more, well, he did all the talking and I listened most of the time. After an hour or two, and a little headache on its way due to all the senseless amount of words my brain couldn't process, I asked him to get the new-born dildos out of the tubes.

"Fuck" that's all I mustered to say. The bitch was huge and thick as a horse too. He was a shy Chinese version of Rasputin. I wanted to say he should have a problem. I don't know. Some people are born with giantism. I thought about dick giantism, there should have an explanation. I didn't say any further because I knew the issues Lee had with his dick. And I did feel sorry for him. As I said, a dick like that would be a bless for anyone who understood how to use it. But poor Lee, he had no idea. "I'm glad I'm here to help you, Lee. I mean, you need help. I wonder how you never looked for help."

"It's just embarrassing. I couldn't say it to anyone. First of all, I hate the idea people have of Asians. People tend to think I'm small, so that is a surprise. A huge surprise as you can see. And chicks run away. Besides, I'm always scared the word will leak, and they'll all avoid me."

"Don't worry. We're gonna make this work. Do you still trust me?"

"Now more than anyone." He said with his eyes motioning to the desk and the dildos on top of it.

I took one of the dildos and I had that same reaction, `fuck!' It was thick and heavy. I approached a mirror that was glued to the wall and asked him to get closer to me. I pressed the suction cup to the glass on the same height of his mouth, which was a little lower than mine.

"Look at it." I ordered. "Does it look bigger than the one you have between your legs?"

"Fuck. It's huge. Dude, no wonder. I'd run away too."

"Yes, that's the point. Pay close attention to it, pretend you're a chick. What would you like to hear if you lowered a dude's pants down and came to face this?"

"I don't know."

"Just think harder."

"That it was ok. That I'd walk her through it."

"Yes, that's right. Now tell me, you as the owner of the cock, what do you want from her?"

"I want her to suck my cock."

"What else? I know you want more."

"I wish she could have it all inside her mouth." The way he said that felt almost cute.

"That's good. Now you gotta know how to do that, right? And there's only one way to know."

"What's that?"

"Put it in your mouth."

"Fuck, man I can't do that..."

"You can't do that, and you still expect them to do that for you? Dude, you gotta give to get. There's no easy way here."

Lee looked at me as if to check whether I really meant that. I couldn't look more serious. He swallowed hard, and all the time looking at me from the corner of his eyes, he opened his mouth and got the dildo's head into his mouth. His mouth was expanded to the max already.

"Try to put as much as you can inside your mouth. You're doing ok. You can scratch it with your teeth as much as you want now. We'll get to that part later." He was sweating badly. That pill's effect would have him hard and horny for at least another hour. "Do you want to take off your shirt? You're all sweaty."

I wasn't into Lee, but the situation was making me hard too. That was Lee here, Steve, Aaron, Craig, Chris and Patty elsewhere also living the effects of my words and my influence over them. That was just amazing.

Lee took off his shirt without protest.

"Would you like the chick sucking you to be naked?"

"Yeah..."

"So, why don't you take off your shorts too?"

"But I'm not her..."

"That's the problem we have to fix. You need to truly believe you're a chick in order to proceed with this. It won't work if you feel otherwise."

"I'm still hard. You don't wanna see that."

"No, I don't. But you don't need to show it to me. I won't look at it anyway. I couldn't care less for your cock. Seriously. Just drop the shorts, will ya? Get into the role."

He was looked at me again. He was still wondering if I wasn't joking. From the way I stared at him, he understood I meant business. He dropped the shorts.

"Step out of it. You're the chick who will suck your dick. Remember you wanted her naked? So, do it. Kick it far away."

I didn't want to look down, but I saw it reaching far behind.

"I also don't think you'd get a chick to suck you from this position." I continued. I grabbed the dildo and pulled it out from the glass. With my hand on Lee's shoulder, I brought him to his knees. He resisted, his muscles tensed, but I pushed harder and he went down. I kneeled by his side too, but as I remained standing on my knees, I forced Lee to get on his fours. "I think it will be easier if you try to align your throat to the shaft. If you get on your fours, it will feel less uncomfortable. Just remember that everything you learn here; you'll apply when you meet the special chick who'll swallow your dick to the base."

I took Lee's head with my left hand and held the dildo with the left, as I tried to align it to his mouth/throat. I forced his head to come forward, but he didn't want to cooperate.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I can't do that. This is weird, right?"

I didn't stop my hand from forcing him forward. "It's ok, dude. Think of that special chick, uh? I know how bad you want to feel a throat embracing your dick. This is the only way. C'mon."

He opened his mouth when the dildo's tip touched his lips. I didn't see how it would fit. Lee wasn't even trying hard enough. He definitely didn't want this to happen. But I liked to have him obeying me. That was the first time I had something as muscled as him doing what I wanted. It wasn't the same feeling that would take over me when I was dealing with Patty, Chris or Steve. With them I felt in control as my body showed its superiority without the need of words. With Lee, I understood the power of my talk. It had a lot to do with the way I felt smarter than him. Suddenly, Lee was such a stupid dumb bitch who'd accept whatever I suggested.

Lee couldn't move another inch further. He was too scared, and I didn't see it happening at all.

"Do you know what to do when the chicks can't get it in the throat?"

I let my hand fall on his shoulder, and he retrieved. "What?"

"You fuck them either in the pussy or in the ass. Pussies are nice, but assholes are so much better. The way they squeeze your dick is just incredible. I can teach you how to get people to let you fuck them. In the due time, of course. What do you think?"

"I can't put it in pussies that are made for taking dick. Imagine assholes!"

"Oh, some assholes are in this world for taking dick more than any pussy you'll ever meet. Steve is an example. He takes it like a champ. Here's the good thing about fags, they try so much harder. Women are easily scared, but true fags take it as a life and death challenge. Dude, I'm not that much smaller than you and you saw what I could do with Steve. Have you ever fucked a chick like you saw me fucking him?"

"No... It's impossible."

I stood up. Looking Lee from the distance increased my perception of superiority. "Just keep trying to swallow that thing to the base, ok? I'll send you a few videos with good instructions. Try to memorize all they say, coz that's what you gonna say when teaching a chick to go down on you. In the meantime, I'll keep looking for someone who'll be able to take all of you. Do you trust me?"

"Yeah." The bastard looked like a puppy on his fours, looking up at me.

I got one of the dildos that was still on the table and put it in the bag I brought with me. I walked to the door. Lee immediately stood up, and I got a quick glance of his dick inside his boxers. Fuck! I would never be able to unsee that. The dude was a horse.

"Man, there's one thing that one day I'll teach you that will change your life. Have you ever heard of worshipping?"

"Like in the church?" He put on his shorts to my relief.

"Kinda. But it's when you have someone who worships your body and your cock. I'll make sure you'll find someone who'll do anything for you. Anything for the privilege of giving you and your cock pleasure. These people don't see you as a monster, as you might think you are. You were fucking blessed with that thing in your pants. That's not a curse. I'll find you someone who'll think of you as a god. And it will change you. You'll wake up every morning proud of who you are and willing you could become even bigger. You'll become a god. Just imagine how good it'll make you feel. Do you get what I'm saying?"

"Totally." It was obvious Lee disliked his dick. He was just too naïve to know what the potential of being hung was.

"Just keep trusting me."

"Have you found someone who treat you like that yet?" he asked me.

I instantly thought about Patty, that son of a bitch. It wasn't Cecile who came to my mind, because Cecile probably saw me as superior, but not as a big-dicked god. And here I need to make myself clear. I never consciously tried to sell myself as superior to Cecile, but she made it clear to me that I did. And that she bought it. I didn't want that to happen, but it did. As for Patty, he was different. I wanted him to idolize me. With Cecile I wanted to be in a relationship of equals, but with Patty I wanted to be his Master. To have him for my own. To use and abuse as I wanted. But I'd never do that if first he didn't ask me to. I wanted his body, yes, but even more, I wanted his soul.

I left him with the dildo still attached to the mirror. I sympathised with him. That's not something I'd feel for other men in his position in general. But I did want to help him to find someone who'd make him feel special.

I sent Steve a message asking him to meet me at my place and went a little further `just stop whatever you're doing and don't come with excuses for your own sake.' Then, as I stepped out of the gym and into the parking lot, I did something that would make Cecile proud. I worked on my hubris, as she'd say. I found Patty's contact and called him.

"Hey." He answered. I was glad he did.

"Hi. How have you been?" I was feeling so uncomfortable, but I needed to give this a try.

"Not bad. You?" He asked politely.

"Listen, I just needed to say I'm sorry for what happened, ok? I didn't want to make you feel bad. Can we just put this behind us? We make a good team, right?"

He sighed. I could hear it. "Yeah, I overreacted. I didn't know how to get back to you. Alice's been telling me I should call you, but I didn't know how."

"So, can we move on?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"Nice. I'm glad to hear that. By the way, I saw that Ninja Warrior is open for registrations. I thought probably we could give it a try. What do you think?"

"I thought you were training Chris now."

"I am. But we can train on the weekends."

"I think it could work. What's the plan?" Patty seemed suddenly too excited. I think he's been waiting eagerly for this moment since the very day he called me `fag' and stepped out of my house for the last time.

"I'll think about something and let you know. We still got time. Just think we'll have to put a lot of effort into this. I'll need your focus."

"Yeah, I know. Dude, anything for Ninja Warrior." He laughed. "Seriously, this will be so cool."

"Ok, I'll let you know. Talk soon."

That was too much for me, which was weird. I did want his attention back to me, but it was just too much. What had Alice told him? Was it related to the chicks I've been dating? Was he upset because I was training Chris instead? Could it be jealousy? Even though I didn't know what was going on, I was certain that I could push Patty a little further into his domestication. But first, it'd be good if I could remind him of how much he needed me.

I drove back home and found Steve at my door. The bitch got me hard just by seeing him shifting his weight as he waited for me silently. I loved that sort of devotion. I took him into my apartment.

"I was kinda busy, you know? Monica is still waiting for me..."

"Bullshit. Is she still hanging out with you?" I was honestly perplexed.

"Yeah..."

I laughed loud. What kind of couple was that?

"I don't care, bitch. You're here coz you know what you really like. And please, don't try to explain yourself. This is getting annoying. Kneel in front of that mirror over there." I pointed to a mirror I had hanging on the wall near my bed.

I saw in his face he wanted to know what I was up to. "Just do it."

Once I saw him facing himself over there, I took the dildo from the bag and placed it in front of him.

"What the hell is that?"

"What? I thought you were used to it already."

I left him watching his new best friend and went to the kitchen to fetch me an apple to eat.

"What are you waiting for? Start sucking it."

"Have you seen the size of this?"

"Should it be a problem for you? You had my whole dick in your mouth before. Just start practicing. You can do it. Let me know when you have it all inside your throat. I don't care how you do it, just do it. I have stuff to do now. Don't stop practicing."

Here we get to question ourselves. Lee was trying to swallow that dick before and could barely get the head into his mouth, and now you want Steve to do it? Yes. Lee wasn't a cocksucker. Steve was. That makes a tremendous difference. Steve was trained, that's the first thing to keep in mind, but second and most importantly, Steve was eager to please. For trained cocksuckers like Steve, finding a dick they can't swallow to the base is almost a crime. It's unacceptable. Steve could say whatever he wanted, but he was born a cocksucker. And I was sure Patty was the same. I've tested him once with a popsicle. He took it all in without complaint. Patty's pink puffy lips were born to be stretched around a hard-warm cock. I'd prove it soon enough.

I looked for a few videos on deepthroating instructions to send to Lee and sent them over to Steve too. Although I wanted him to swallow that dong soon, I was aware it'd take him some time to practice. I checked my e-mails and saw I received another one from Adam. It's been a long time since I last talked to him. He was describing how he'd turned a guy that worked at his parents' ranch into a bitch. Adam was someone I wanted to meet in person. Soon, he'd be studying at the same campus as I did. I was hoping he'd get into my club and eventually take it on as I'd be graduating in a few months.

Every now and then, I'd hear Steve gaging and coughing.

"Are you ok?" I asked as I approached him.

"It's too big. It's impossible."

"It's not impossible. It's just harder than usual. I've sent you videos where you'll see chicks taking cocks like this into their throats. Do you want take a rest sucking on my dick?"

"Man, I need to go back home."

"Do you want it or not?"

I let my pants fall to my ankles and showed him my dick that was at half-mast already. Steve turned around and got his mouth busy. Gosh, how I needed that. I let myself lay down on the bed. My back touched the cold fabric of the bedsheet and it made my body shiver. I felt tired. I felt like there was something very wrong. A misplaced painting on the wall. Steve's mouth reminded me that a few days ago I used a fleshlight to jerk off. When did I last succumb to such an easy task of self-pleasure? Where did my cockiness go?

"Take off your clothes and take a seat." I was still staring the ceiling.

"What?" I heard Steve's voice far away.

"Sit on my dick and fuck yourself. Fast!"

"I think I should..."

"FAST!"

Don't take me wrong. I knew he wanted this. I think that by this time, I knew more about Steve than himself. He'd probably be hard and leaking by now. He just didn't know how to accept his desires. That was another guy I'd need to help. Somehow, I don't think I ever intended to force anyone into doing stuff they didn't want to. The club shouldn't be about that. I wanted to come up with a congregation of men who would help other men to accept who they were born to be. Guys, who like Steve, couldn't cope with who he was. Or guys, who like Patty, were so deep inside the closet, they had no idea of their purpose on this planet. I had no doubt of who Steve and Patty were. But they had no clue. If I was misinterpreting them, then they'd prove me wrong. But if they didn't, I'd know I was doing the right thing.

And what about me? Who was I inside this structure I created?

Steve climbed on my bed naked.

"Fuck, Steve. Turn around. I don't want to see your junk."

"Sorry." He aimed my cock at his hole. "Is there lube?"

"In the drawer." I pointed to my bedside table.

Steve moved fast like a bunny. How could he say he didn't want my dick? Steve got my dick and his hole slimy before sitting down like a champ onto my lap.

"Fuck." I let it out.

I think I've never let Steve know how much I liked having my dick inside of him. My uncontained `fuck' was enough to get him bouncing up and down on my lap as no one had ever done before. He himself was moaning in a way I've never seen. I think that was the first time I paid close attention to him. Steve was a tensed guy. Usually, worried about everything that could give away his hidden instincts. But, with me, he showed his true self. There was a much more inside of him that was still far from the light.

I grabbed him by the waist and stood up, without unlodging my dick that was shoved deep into his hole.

"If you let my dick escape, you gonna regret it. Now walk to the balcony. Left leg first."

"Why?" I wouldn't answer. We were moving slowly but steadily toward the door that led to the small balcony I had, which faced the main street. "Karl?"

"Open the door."

"What for?"

"O.p.e.n. t.h.e. d.o.o.r!"

Steve unlocked it and slid it to the sides. My thighs pressed the back of his legs and we moved forward until his chest was lying against the railing. The street was dark, and the lights in my apartment were off. So, there wasn't much to see. I held his waist from both sides and brought his ass as close as possible to my crotch, so I could get him moaning. I would piston him hard. Once entirely inside of him, I'd stick my dick out of his pussy, just to get it all buried into his love hole again. I wanted him to moan loud.

There were people walking on the sidewalk ahead. The street was busy with cars going up and down.

"See that guy walking over there?" I pointed at a man who was walking while checking his phone. "I want you to ask him what time it is now."

"Just fucking do it, or no more cock for you. Got it?"

Steve didn't have much time. The guy would be gone soon. I didn't think people on the street would be able to see me if they didn't squint and paid close attention to us. But, even if they did, I wouldn't mind.

"Siiii...iiirr! Pleaaaase?" At every thrust, Steve would run out of breath. His speaking sounded very funny. I wondered the guy would take Steve as crazy. When he turned his head to us, Steve clenched his hole, which led me to moan. "Could... could you... what time is it?" he yelled out of a single breath.

The guy said something, but he was too far away for us to understand him. I was fucking Steve slowly now, feeling his anal walls squeeze my cock as he stood on his tip toes. His legs were shaking, and it added to stimuli I was receiving from his tight hole.

"What did he say?" I asked.

"I couldn't hear. Fuck, man."

"That's not the answer I wanted. You'll keep asking till you tell me the correct time as I see here in my watch."

"Please, man..."

"I told you already, bitch. I'm not man', I'm not your dude', do you understand that?" I went deeper, and his chest was squeezed between my upper body and the railing. "Now, keep asking. There's a lady over there."

I could hear Steve swallowing hard. "Ma'am! Ma'am, please?!"

She stopped and walked closer to the building. I wasn't seeing her, so I guessed she couldn't see me either. "What time's it now? Please?"

I fastened my pace. Steve's head was moving like a shaking head toy people keep in their car's panels. It should be fun to watch.

I still couldn't hear what she said. Steve told me the time, and I checked my watch.

"Sorry, it's still not a match. Keep going."

"They... uh... they will... us... see us..."

"Let them. Why should you bother. Go on. Keep asking."

The third one to show up was a younger fella. He should be a teenager. I guessed it from the way he dressed. He's got a skate on his hand, on the other, he was also checking his phone.

"Dude?" Steve yelled. "Please? Hey?"

The guy stopped and looked at us. "What's that?" Now I could hear him loud and clear.

"What time is it?" Steve would try his best to keep his voice as normal as possible. Once he was done asking, he'd shake and moan like a lost bitch in heat.

The fella also walked closer to my place. "What's going on?" He asked Steve.

"Can you... can you tell me the time?"

"What's wrong with you, dude? You look a little shaky."

"Just the time, the time, please?" Steve's voice would fade away sometimes, and he'd need to repeat himself.

"Don't you have a watch over there, mate?"

I felt like laughing. The fella was a smart one. "It's almost eight!"

Steve was becoming exhausted. His legs were almost failing him. "Can you... please... the exact time?"

"Why do you care, dude? What's going on over there?"

I intensified my fuck. I wanted to make Steve's embarrassed. That's not because I felt like humiliating him (although I knew I was doing exactly that), but because I could feel his excitement. He liked this kind of games.

"Tell him there's a hot dude fucking you." I whispered in his ear.

"No, I... I can't..."

"He knows it already. C'mon now and say it."

Steve was on the brink of collapse. "I'm... uh... there's a guy here... fuck..."

"Tell him you're being fucked." I urged.

"He is... he's fucking me?"

"What?" the young fella asked. He had to be joking.

"He's fucking me!"

The fella laughed out loud. "And what do you need the time for?"

"Coz he wanna to know!" I wasn't expecting Steve to say that by his own. But, he did.

"Seven fifty-three. You naughty bitch"

"Ask him if he wants to leave his number, so you can call him later." I suggested in his ear.

"What?"

"He's kinda good-looking, right? It's another dick for you. It doesn't hurt asking. Go! Ask him, now!"

Steve was reticent for a while. The fella wasn't moving away. The guy wanted to know more. Typical teenager.

"Would you... you... you know... leave your number under the door?"

The guy laughed out loud. "What for?"

"Say you want him to do the same with you." I whispered.

"No, please, not that."

"GO!"

A few more seconds and I was already holding up not to explode into his ass.

"So, so you can... can... the same... do the same. To me, I... mean... you know..."

More laughter. "Man, you should hear yourself. Yeah, we can do that sometime. I'll leave my number here. But call me before midnight or no deal."

I think the guy left a note under the door downstairs, and then I saw him leaving, but without tying his best to see my face. I don't know if he did, but he still waved, and I waved back.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Seven... seven fifty-three..."

"Oh, that's wrong now. We're passed that. Find someone else."

I didn't know if I could hold on any longer, but I so wanted to.

There was another guy walking down the street, and Steve asked the time once again. To my amusement, one of my neighbours dared to come out to his balcony and yelled: "Seven fifty-six, fuck! Just shut up now!"

"Seven fifty-six." Steve whispered. "Seven fifty-six."

"Fuck, I'm coming."

It was intense. I groped his ass cheeks and let out a loud groan. It was a sound I've been saving for quite a long time now. I spanked Steve's butt, not too hard, but strong enough to leave it red. I unplugged. My dick was dripping cum on the floor.

"Suck me clean."

He didn't hesitate. Steve turned around and put my cock in his mouth. It should taste like lube, I thought. Ass juices maybe. I don't know. I knew he was into my cum, so he wouldn't matter the other tastes.

I got back into my apartment, and Steve followed suit. I got the dildo from the mirror, put it inside a box and gave it to him. Steve was dressed up by the time he got it. He knew I wasn't the man who liked to cuddle and talk after sex. He respected me.

"Watch the videos I sent to you. Learn how to deepthroat this. Once you feel comfortable with that, then lube it up and shove it in your ass. Remember, all the way to the balls. I'm gonna check it. So, just don't disappoint me, got it?"

"Yes..." he was still excited. Good on him.

"Go. Get the number the fella left you and call him before midnight as he said. Let me know when he fucks you. But don't be stupid. Make your research on him first. I don't want anyone raping you for my fault. Let me know his info before you meet with him. Understood?"

"Yes... sir..."

"So?"

He excused himself and left. I looked at myself in the mirror once again. That beard had to go. That fleshlight under the couch should go to. I got my clothes that were on the floor. I don't know why, but I had to destroy them. I ripped them off into tiny pieces of fabric. I was panting. I can't describe what I felt, but it was liberating.

I shaved my face. I almost greeted the Karl that still existed behind the hair. After a long shower, I laid down and passed out.

On the next day, I decided to get into a routine. Routines are healthy even if we despise them. I did my studies, went to classes, and by the end of the day, trained Chris. Before meeting with him, I found Aaron leaning against the wall and, as usual, using his phone.

"Hey, bud. Doing well?" I asked.

"Karl! Mate, I thought you'd keep the homeless look forever. What's happened to you?"

"Broke up with Cecile. Dark phase." I confessed.

"Oh, sorry about that. You could have dropped me a line. I could help you with anything you needed."

I didn't want to think about it, but all I saw was Aaron mouth swallowing my jizz. That's the kind of help that came up to my mind first. Couldn't help it. Was Aaron someone who also needed help as did Steve, Chris, Patty and so on? Or was I just making up excuses to turn every single man around me into bitches?

"And what happened to Patty?" he asked.

"Not much since that day." I referred to the day when Aaron and I were playing with Patty's tits in my apartment. "Then I called him and apologized..."

"You did what?" He looked so surprised.

"Yeah, I know. People change, right? I needed to do that. I had the feeling."

"No judging. I think you did right. The guy freaked out. Who wouldn't? You wake up and realize there are two guys playing with you the way we did to him. I told you that would be a problem."

He did warn me. I still said I didn't care. I said he'd freak out, but then he'd come back for more. But he didn't. My arrogancy did take over me. I wanted to have everything and ended up with nothing. The stupid hubris again.

"What are you planning now?" he asked.

"Do you know the open field with ninja warrior equipment we used to use couple years ago?"

"Yep!"

"I've been there with Patty a few weeks ago. It was a little damaged by time. Weeds everywhere. The equipment needs some fixing too. Would you help me with that? Maybe, we can do that Saturday. I'll get other guys to help us. One day would be enough to get that back to functional."

"Sure. But, is that the plan?"

"That's part of the plan. We do that now, and on the other weekend the real deal begins. And, this time, I know how to proceed."

Aaron scoffed. "Are you serious? After everything... what's changed now?"

"I think that breaking up with Cecile did something to me. The stuff she told me got into my soul. She made me look at myself in a way I've never done before. It was hard, but I needed to hear the stuff she got to tell me."

"Well, if it did the trick, it was for the best."

I felt there was someone coming toward me. I turned around and saw Chris. I've heard he was being called `gooey' in campus. No wonder. He had jizz all over his face. His clothes though were clean. I made it clear to him, and then to Craig, that I wouldn't stand cum touching me. So, we'd get the chance for Chris to change into a clean work out gear before coming into the training area. His face, though, still looked miserable. His eyes were a little reddish. He's definitely got cum in them.

"Hey, Chris. This is Aaron." I presented Chris to Aaron. Aaron smirked but didn't say a work. He knew what people on the campus were up to. We've seen stuff like that before.

"I'd shake your hand, but trust me, you won't want that." Chris said smartly. He avoided the embarrassment that would follow if he didn't. Chris was a good sport.

"I see. Good luck with that. It doesn't last long. See you around."

"Squats first." I pointed to the machine, and Chris didn't hesitate.

However, once we started with his routine, I realized the good mood I've seen previously wasn't translating into good performance. Chris seemed a little distracted. I couldn't let that happen. He should learn he had to be one hundred percent focused even if his life was shit. Well, that's what the world expects from us. There's no lie in this.

"Hey, I don't care about the shit you go through outta here, but in here I want your 100%." I demanded.

"Sorry. It's just... I have the load of ten guys at least on my face, and it's being hard to cope with that."

"Hey. I don't usually give free advices, but I'll give you one as a gift. Don't become a bitch now." I started. I didn't want him to feel pity of himself. I said it out loud, so he would remember my words forever. "You're becoming part of something now, and it'll take a lot from you. Is it difficult? Yes, it is. Then what? Will you sit down and cry? Do you feel like crying right now? If you're, then sorry, you don't belong here."

"No, I don't feel like crying." Chris answered still a little defensively.

I didn't want Chris to feel bad about what he was going through, because I knew he had a nice and strong personality. That made him into someone special. I couldn't cope with another guy freaking out over everything like Patty did. Chris could be so much better.

"Good. Then put a smile on that..." I then lowered my voice as I realized the message was being received, "... that gooey face of yours and be happy about it. Jizz won't kill you. I've heard of rituals that could in fact put your life in danger, but this? Hear this. You are on the bottom today, but follow this advice and soon you can be on top. Then you'll be the one giving the orders and planning rituals. You got to learn to please two people: Lane and Craig. Lane. You gotta be whatever he asks from you. And you do that as if your life depended on it. Craig. He's the one who can come to Lane and say you're a piss of shit who can put the whole team down. He's the one who can destroy your life in this team. Lane would trust every word he says. If it's you and Craig telling stories, it's Craig's that Lane will buy. Do you get what I'm saying? Say yes to everything Craig suggests and put your body and soul into that. Smile and show'em you're happy about whatever they ask from you. You don't need to be happy about any of that, but they need to believe you are. Play this game right or leave it. This is the world you're part of now. Not that high school musical shit."

It's been a few days since I last talked to Craig, but he was doing what he told me he'd do. I didn't know the guy, but I felt Chris was so much better than him. Chris could grow up to be the leader of his team. I had no doubt about that. I sensed Chris was the kind of guy who'd sooner or later surrender to another man. I wished he could find the right man. Not any asshole like Craig. He needed a guy to get the better out of him. Someone who could give him confidence to be who he was born to be. Craig was the one who was toughening him up, but that wasn't meant to last forever.

"Just learn to know the balance between being cooperative and being a bitch willing to be turned into a cheap whore. I understand there's a lot of people involved in your hazing now, but only your team matters. The rest is not important. Make your teammates happy but know when you have to say `no' too. Be polite and say you're not ready. Say you're willing to do something else instead. Give'm ideas. I'm sure they won't ask too much from you. They'll just keep coming on your face for the whole semester. Let'em. Show you're ready and willing. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Every time he called me sir, it made even more sure of his occult submissive nature.

"Good. Now put on that cum mask, a smiley one, and give me everything you have. I need you here, body and soul. Ok?"

"Fuck, yeah!" He gave me a huge smile that seemed convincingly real.

"Ten reps. One-minute rest. Go!"

Chris was somehow my very opposite. He was all about sacrificing himself in order to redeem himself in the future. I was afraid of sacrifices. My self-steam was too big for that. Hubris again. Maybe I got one thing or another to learn with him after all.

On my way out, I came across Lee who I believed was waiting for me. He invited me to his office, and I went in after him.

"Dude, I can't do that. Now I understand why no one can do that to me. I was being so selfish. It's just impossible." He started. I could imagine Lee trying to swallow that dildo and never getting passed the first few inches.

"Have you watched the videos I sent you?" I asked.

"Those chicks are amazing. I don't understand how they do that."

"Well, they're there explaining how they do that. You gotta listen to what they have to say. I believe the dildos the suck are as big as yours, maybe bigger. And still they do that. And they are chicks! If they can do that, then why can't you? If you're not trying it hard enough, how do you expect them to do it for you?"

"You're totally right."

"Listen, even if you can't do that, give your best. Once you get someone you can train, I just want you to know what to say. Do as those chicks do. Memorize every single word coz then you can only repeat them. Do you get it?"

"Yes, thanks for that. Really."

"It's alright. I'll keep sending videos to you. Just study carefully and you'll be fine. But there's one other thing..."

"What's that?"

"Beside fucking throats, I believe you'd like to fuck cunts too, right?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Maybe you should try to see how it feels when you have it in your ass." I said matter-of-factly as if this was very natural.

"You kidding me, right? That can't happen!" he looked shocked.

"Why not? I'm not asking you to fuck yourself with that. But see how it feels when you touch it with your hole. I'll send you some videos of chicks fucking themselves with big dildos too. They also got a lot to say. Study every part of it. I'll find you someone who'll be willing to do anything to you, but you gotta know what to say to make it happen."

"Ok, send me the videos."

I left Lee again. I don't think he'd try to put that mammoth in his hole, but since he didn't panic when I mentioned that, I felt reassured he wouldn't be too angry when I got him to fuck Steve. When I sent him the videos as I promised, I made sure to send a few of guys too. And, in these videos, the guys were taking even bigger dildos than those with the chicks. He'd feel impressed. He'd watch them to the end. I could guarantee it.

I texted Steve to know how he was dealing with the dildo.

`It's not easy. I'm practicing all the time. You must believe me.' He answered. He should be telling the truth. He sounded desperate.

`Have you touched the balls with your chin already?' that's what mattered to me.

`Once, but it was too fast.'

`Better than nothing. Keep practicing and meet me tomorrow in my apartment at 5. I expect you to be taking it all. Just try harder. And bring the dildo with you.'

`I will.' He answered. Steve wanted that. Cocksuckers love a challenge. Any other guy would've dropped it already. They could lie and just claim it was impossible. They could even try hard enough and throw up in front of you just to show how much harm it was doing to them. This way, you'd have no other option but to let him go. But not Steve.

I texted Lee next and invited him to come over to my apartment tomorrow at 7. I'd have a good surprise for him. I could get he was excited. But I made it clear he'd need to do his homework and watch all the videos I'd send him.

I didn't have to train Chris that day. I finished everything I had to do and answered another e-mail from Adam when Steve showed up. I let him into my apartment. He was holding a gym back that should be carrying the dildo he was supposed to bring.

"Did you call the guy?"

"Who?"

"The one you asked the time from the balcony." I asked curious.

"I did." He was looking shy. "He says his name is Stu. He in high school. The guy is a little nuts."

"Why?"

"He basically wants to pimp me up to his friends. He thinks I'm a slut since I did what I did from the balcony..."

"And ain't you a slut, Steve?" I'd normally not talk to someone and call them by their names. I think, in general, no one does that. Calling you by your name may sound like you're upset. So, I was sure Steve would double his attention if I said his name out loud.

"I... I'm not..."

"It's not like you're a slut who is getting paid for sex. That's not what I mean. I'm saying you're probably just too horned up. You gotta admit you love dick. There's no shame in that. If he's offering you a few dicks to suck and fuck, go for it. But let me know the details first. Probably, I'd need to talk to this Stu first. But don't let your too good behaviour stop you from fulfilling your fantasies, alright?"

Steve looked like a little puppy that's just being praised for doing a good action. I said the words he wanted to hear, even if he tried to pretend that he didn't. I can only imagine what Stu had said to him.

"Plug the dildo onto the mirror and show me how far you can go." I ordered.

Steve didn't waste any time. He behaved like a child who wanted to show to his father how well he's become in basketball. Something like `look at me, dad! A three-point shot with my eyes closed.' He wanted to make me proud. He plugged the dildo at a lower level and kneeled in front of it.

"Can you give me a glass of water, please?" he asked.

I had an idea of what he wanted, but I asked regardless. "What for?"

"It's much easier when the mouth is very wet."

I gave him the glass of water and he drank it all. "I also didn't eat anything for the last three hours. Just to stop me from... you know..."

Yes, I did know. Who else but cocksuckers would do that? From his pocket, he got a little tube with something slimy that he spread all over the shaft. It seemed like lube, but I wasn't sure.

"And that?" I asked.

"The videos you sent me. In one of them, the woman uses this on the dildo. She says it makes it easier for the dildo to slide into the throat. I used it today, and it helped me wonders. You'll see."

Steve pumped the fake cock for a while till he made sure it was completely covered by the stuff he poured onto it. Then he poured a little more onto the shaft and then into his mouth.

Just like that, he started sucking the dildo. He started slowly, getting only the tip in his mouth. The slurping sounds were quite loud. It made sense since his mouth was extremely wet. I think he noticed the noise and took the time to explain it to me. "The lube makes you salivate a lot. But it helps too. It's amazing."

Without waiting for my consent, he got back to business. His throat was perfectly aligned with the dildo's tube. It was not his head bobbing back and forth, but his whole body. In the gym, we'd say he was doing a compound exercise. That also made sense to me. Probably, if you put your whole body into the task, it would make it much easier than focusing it all on the head.

The dildo penetrated his throat for the first time, and he stopped. He wouldn't move a single muscle of his body. Slowly, he retrieved, got some more air, and moved forward again. Every time he did that, he'd move a little bit further, and within minutes, he had it done. The whole fucking dildo was lodged into his throat like a sword swallower. I hold myself not to say anything, as he wasn't finished yet, but I'd easily let a `wholly fuck' out.

Steve moved back again, and this time he went all the way to the base as a champ. He kept repeating that for a few times till he finally withdrew and looked at me with those same puppy eyes.

"I'm speechless." I confessed.

He blushed. This kind of compliment means the world to cocksuckers. He was feeling proud, and he should indeed. I didn't imagine he'd be able to do that in such a short time.

"You're amazing." I continued.

"It just needs some practice." Typical of someone who can't take compliments.

"You must be quite familiar to the dildo now, right?"

"Yeah, somehow."

I laughed and said in a friendly way. "Fuck you. You must've memorized every inch of that thing."

He didn't answer, but I could take it as affirmative from the way he looked at me.

"Now, why don't we move to the next stage?" I asked still in an amicable fashion.

"What's that?" The smile was changed into a frown.

"Let's have it deep in your asshole, of course. C'mon, you've done the worst part already, and you did that as a pro. It's alright. I'll help you with that. I'll be right here with you."

I've never been this intimate with Steve. Fucking someone doesn't make you closer to him. It can be quite on the contrary. A lot of men would fuck other men but would never say what I said. Fucking has nothing to do with intimacy. As life would show me, men fucking men didn't mean much, as long as they believed it had nothing to do with love.

Steve stood up apprehensively. He curled his fingers, and I could see he wasn't very comfortable. Probably, he was just not prepared for that.

"Ok, let's go slow. Take off your clothes."

He hesitated for a few seconds, but then he started undressing. First his tees, then the pants, the socks. I was happy to see he was wearing his jockstrap. The bitch was prepared to be fucked but not by the dildo.

I got my own lube now, the best I had, the one that could make a camel pass through the eye of a needle. I got the dildo by the balls and plugged it now on the floor.

"It's important that you fuck yourself with it. You're a good rider, so I'm sure you'll do this like a pro too. We'll make it very slimy, so you won't even feel it. Well, probably you will, but it won't bother you for too long."

I gave him the lube. He opened it and let the liquid run down the shaft all the way to the balls.

"I noticed you didn't pay much attention to the balls last time. Never forget them, uh?"

Steve nodded without looking me in the eyes. He smeared his asshole with the lube I gave him and pointed it to his hole. He was on his knees, not too far from my bed. I sat down close to him. My face next to his.

"You can do this. My dick is not much smaller than that one, right?"

"Yeah."

"And last time, you didn't have this much lube on my cock and still you rode it like a cowboy. Can you feel it touching your hole?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, now let's have the head inside of you. Only the head."

He frowned in pain. That part was a difficult one, but it didn't stop him. He had one hand behind him touching the floor. His body moved down when he moaned and said `fuck, fuck'.

I gave him a couple of seconds. When I saw he stopped moving, I asked: "Is it in?"

"Yeah."

"That's good. I'm proud of you. Let your hole get used to it and once you feel you're ready let it go deeper into your body. Can you do that for me?"

He nodded again. He quickly looked at my eyes, and his ass lowered another inch or two. He was rightfully taking his time. I smiled at him. It would mean a lot to him to know I was happy with that. He still wanted to make me proud.

Very slowly, he worked his way down till I saw his ass sitting on the floor.

"Fuck. You're amazing. Seriously." I gave him another smile.

"Thanks." He smiled back.

"What about fucking yourself now? You know, take your time, start slowly and then you give me that crazy ride only you can."

Another nod. Another smile. Steve didn't need more encouragement. He was now finding his balance. Two feet on the floor, one hand still behind him, his crotch facing the ceiling. He would move up and down in the beginning in short thrusts, but after a while, he was going all the way. Up to the head, down to the balls. I offered him the lube, and he gave the dildo another coating.

It was it. Not even thirty minutes, and Steve was riding it like a fucking cowboy. I let him take his time. I needed his hole to get used to the intruder. Once I thought it was enough, I stood up. He looked at my eyes and stopped moving.

"I've got a last favour to ask."

"What's that?"

I didn't see his bare cock, but it was obvious it was hard and leaking.

"But before, be honest with me. How much do you like this dildo? How much fun are you having with it?"

"I don't know..."

"Oh, c'mon, Steve. We're past this part already. You can be honest with me. You should know by now you can trust me."

Trust! That's all I wanted from everyone, but it was so excruciatingly hard to get.

"It is fun. It wasn't much in the beginning, but today was fun. I mean, you watching me was fun. I can't explain why, but it's nice."

"I can imagine it is. You still have it inside of you and you're not complaining anymore."

He realized that and prompted up, but I held him down.

"It's ok, enjoy yourself. It must feel very good, I can only imagine. Plus, I'm still watching you. Just ride it slowly." He didn't say anything, but the riding resumed. "What if I said that this dildo is a copy of a real cock. And that the guy who owns it will be here soon?"

Steve stopped once again. As he tried to stand up, I stopped him again.

"Relax. We still have time. Relax. Take a deep breath. Can you?"

He lowered his body all the way down to the floor.

"Do you want to do with him the same you're doing to the dildo?"

"No, please... That feels like..." he started.

"Like I'm pimping you? There's no pimping if you're into it. I don't know what this Stu is about, but we'll get to know. Forget him for now. I'm the one speaking. It's different. Do you get it?"

He nodded.

"Good. Now listen to me. Jerking off, using a dildo or a vibrator, fucking a tree, sucking a banana... all of that should feel wrong. You must ask why. Well, sex exists as a means to putting people together. When you do something like riding on a dildo, you're being selfish. You are having your pleasure, that's alright, but someone should be on the other side feeling it too. A dildo doesn't feel shit. It's just unfair. There's someone out there who'd love to be part of this show. He'd love to feel your mouth and your pussy, but instead, you're using an object that can't feel anything. Don't you feel guilty? Selfish? You're using his dick, and he's not getting anything in return?"

"But I don't know the guy..."

"Well, if that was the case, all you'd have to do was to get to know him, right? Just like you got to know me. But, in our case here, you know him already. He's the Asian trainer in the gym."

"Mr. Lee? Is this his dick?"

"Yeah, I was surprised myself. It is his. The guy's never felt someone deepthroating him. Even worse, he's never penetrated anyone coz everyone complains his dick is too big. Think of his frustration! And now look at you! You're taking it so nicely. I can see you're enjoying yourself. All I ask of you is that you share your enjoyment with him. You'd make him so happy..."

"Does he want it?"

"That may be an issue, and I'm gonna need your help here. Think with me again. You know very well how difficult it is for guys to accept having sex with other guys. You're going through that all the time. Lee's never fucked anything. He'd probably prefer a chick, but I believe that once he finds out you can do the job, he'll be totally into you. In the beginning, maybe not, but we gotta be patient with him. Just think, that's the real thing. Dildo's are fake. A real cock should be a thousand times better. If you're having such a good time with that, then think what would happen when you played with the real thing? Man, I bet Lee can cum buckets. Think of all that cum to swallow. I know you'd love that. I can see it in your eyes right now."

"What do you want from me?"

Convincing Steve wasn't that hard, I know. Why would it be? He loved a dick, and he loved that dildo. He should be super curious.

"Go take a shower. Use the bathtub. Take your time. Dry yourself with the green towel. Then come out when I call out your name. Once you hear his voice here, get out of the tub and get ready. When I call your name, you come in here wearing only this jockstrap. You don't need to look at him. I'll make sure he'll be hard already. So, you only need to get his dick out and start sucking. If it doesn't go as planned, just come out with something. I'll be here during the whole time. Can I trust you?"

"I'll try."

"Good. I'm proud of you. Truly am. Oh, and by the way. I know you're a pro in cocksucking, but let Lee guide you. I think it'll make him feel good."

Steve nodded before standing up. I asked him to take the dildo with him to the bathroom. Lee should be arriving any time soon. I cleaned up the place, stretched the bedsheet, sat down on my couch and watched some TV.

Lee buzzed. I let him in.

He was properly dressed. Replacing his usual workout gear he'd wear at work, he had a long pants on, nicely buttoned shirt, polished shoes, the shirt tucked in the pants. The guy should think he was there to meet his wife. He could get married in that attire. I was still wearing nothing but shorts and a top tank.

"How have you been?" He asked visibly nervous.

"Not bad. Take a seat. Let's talk."

"That's a nice show." He said watching the TV. I can't recall what was on. I didn't care. "So, what's the plan?" He was moving beyond the stage of excitement. His armpits were sweating. I turned on the AC.

"For now, just relax, ok? I got something for you."

I went to the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water and another one of those pills I once gave him. As I stood in front of him, I showed the glass and the pill to him. I should say pills in the plural. I had two of those in my hand.

"Why do I need that for? I won't need that. I can guarantee you." He faked a smile.

"It's just to keep you on the mood for as long as necessary. Maybe you don't know how it works, but guys like you, I mean, big like you, usually don't last too long. It's normal. It's hard to keep so much blood over there for too long. Just swallow this for now."

He still hesitated but swallowed the pills.

"Hope you know what you're doing." He mumbled.

"I'm never wrong, my friend. It just doesn't happen." I went to one of my drawers and got a cock ring that I've never used. And after that night, I'd definitely not even touch that thing ever again. I handed it to him.

"What's that?" I think he's never seen that.

"That's a cock ring. You put in around the base of your dick before you get hard. Once you do get hard, it will help you to stay hard."

"Should I do it now?"

"You better."

"You'll end up seeing it..."

"Well, I've kinda seen it already. I don't like to but fuck it."

Lee unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and after lowering his underwear, he got that limp anaconda out. I tried to instruct him as to how to put it on. I was glad to see he didn't dare to ask for my help.

He put the snake back into the underwear, and I sat by his side again. After twenty minutes, he was sweating more than normal. The drug was kicking in.

"Listen, Lee. As for the person you'll be meeting with today..."

"Yeah, is she coming?"

"Yes. But that's the twist. Just don't freak out, ok? The thing is, it's not a she. It's a he."

"What the fuck? I mean, what the hell, dude?"

He stood up. His dick was obscene by now even inside the pants. It was leaning to the side. The tube went all the way to his pocket, and it wasn't all of it.

"My man, I found the person who'll do to you what you've never done in your life. I don't mean to get you marrying him. I just need you to practice the stuff you've learned with the videos I sent to you. This is a small town. Think with me. I get you with other bitches I know and the they start talking about you. They'll say you have a huge dick, which is good, but then they'll make fun of you because you don't know how to use it. Women talk! Do you understand that? They talk about us all the fucking time. I want you to fuck as many chicks as you want, but when you do your first one, I want her to tell all the others that you're just fucking awesome. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yeah, of course..."

"I brought a guy who you can use to practice. He won't say a word to anyone. He himself is always trying to hide in the closet. You can try and try again till you get it perfect. Once you're at that level of confidence, you can go out and do as you please, but not now. Now, we practice. Do you understand that?"

He didn't know what to say. Perfect! At this point, I knew he wouldn't run away.

"What I need you to do now is: go to my bed, lay down and wait. If you feel more comfortable, close your eyes. I'll get the bitch over here and he'll start you up, but then you'll need to guide him the way you've learned. Just imagine he's a chick. This is practice. No one will judge you here. Can you do that?"

Lee murmured something but did as I said. He rested his back against the bedframe and closed his eyes. I knocked at the bathroom door. Steve opened it. He looked worried. I tried to make him feel better with a smile, as if I was trying to say `relax, you'll be fine.' I pointed Lee to him. Lee was right there in front of us. Steve remained still wondering how to proceed. I just gesticulated with my hand that he should suck Lee. With a motion of my head, Steve walked to the bed. He hoped on, onto his knees. Lee spread his legs apart, and Steve got between them. This was working out fine so far.

I didn't want to say anything, so Lee could get used to it first. Steve caressed the length of Lee's dick still contained by his pants. I could tell Steve was mesmerized, almost in trance. Still he took his time as if trying to have the best experience out of this opportunity I offered him. Lee was growing impatient, and I gestured he should get the dick out.

Steve unbuckled Lee's belt, unzipped the pants and with the help of Lee, who raised his butt, he pulled his breeder-to-be pants and underwear altogether. Steve's eyes were shining when he saw the live beast. As for myself, I can't deny that was something you would write home about, but it did disgust me.

"Wow" Steve couldn't hold his excitement. He didn't want to say anything, but the urge got the best of his senses and came out involuntarily.

That was followed by several seconds of pure silence. Steve didn't know if he shouldn't proceed as Lee seemed tense. I wondered what he could be possibly thinking, but I couldn't read it.

"Don't you like it?" Lee asked. I got it he believed Steve would just give up or run away, which is something he's witnessed for many years. I realized his tension came from this fear of scaring away those who got the chance to see his cock.

"No... I mean, yes... Yes, it's amazing!" Steve spoke out in a way I've never heard him before. Maybe I was a little jealous, but I had to understand the reasoning of a trained cocksucker. I couldn't expect them all to treat me as the god above all. It was Lee's turn to feel like I used to.

"Really?" Lee opened his eyes. Steve got Lee's dick in his hand and started jerking off slowly. It wasn't a simple jerk off, he was making love to the cock. It was more like caressing it, showing his admiration.

"You don't have idea. This is just perfect!" Steve was in bitch's heaven for sure. "Do you mind if I..." He motioned forward, as if to engulf the cock.

"Not at all. Go ahead. But take it easy. You don't want to suffocate and..." As I said, he didn't want Steve to panic after realizing that, although beautiful, the cock wouldn't fit in his mouth as Lee himself had experienced with the dildo.

Steve didn't wait another second. His mouth was around the dick's head, his right hand still caressing the shaft, his left hand on the balls. It was like he was making out. When a young man kisses a girl he's in love with on the lips ever so gently for the first time trying to show his sincere love. Steve did the same, but instead of lips he had the long tube's head in his mouth. The hands that would be holding the girl's soft face and back, was doing the same on different parts of Lee's genital anatomy. Steve's tongue waltz danced around the head, he moaned and, for a second, I thought he'd cry of exhilaration.

"This is so perfect! I can't believe this even exists" Steve said to my own amusement. That didn't sound like him. Was he a size queen, after all? Not just any size, since I was considerably huge myself, but was he in the hunt for an elephant during this whole time?

Lee smiled. He looked at me. I confess I felt intimidated. It was the first time I got myself watching two guys making out, and this wasn't in my bucket list. I walked to my sofa and sat down. I'd rather watch this from a safe distance. Besides, I knew they wouldn't need my guidance anymore. It was up to them how to make this happen.

Although far, I still could see what has going on over there. Lee put his hand on Steve's head and drove it back onto his dick. Steve was moving further down on the shaft, but it wasn't still going into his throat.

"You need to get your mouth very wet." He instructed Lee. "Do you want a glass of water or something?"

"No, I had it already. Thanks." And back to sucking.

"I brought lube. They say it helps chicks to suck cock. I mean, I know you ain't a chick, but it may work the same, right?"

It looked like the same Steve brought with him. Steve didn't mention he had one himself and took the bottle from Lee's hand.

"Thanks."

By this point, Lee was guiding Steve's head and the boy had already reached his mouth's limit before penetrating his throat. From that position, I doubted it would go any further. Lee, however, seemed lost in his heat. He kept pushing Steve further down to the point he gaged.

"Oh, sorry, mate." Lee apologized.

"It's ok. Maybe we should change positions."

Honestly, this romantic sex wasn't the kind of show I'd waste my time with. Lee moved to his knees, Steve on his fours like he's done before with the dildo on the mirror. Steve used the lube on Lee's dick and got back to sucking.

"Slowly." Lee resumed his instruction. "Don't rush, no one can... fuck!"

From what I could see, Steve had half of Lee's dick in his mouth and throat already. He withdrew for a couple of seconds and forced himself forward to swallow other two inches or so. After repeating it a few times, he finally got all of Lee's cock in his throat. Lee grabbed his head and looked up.

"Fuck... I can't believe it."

Honestly, I felt good for Lee. Every guy who was born to use their dicks and not holes, should know what a deepthroat feels like. I saw myself in Lee when it first happened to me. It took Lee many more years to get to that level, which means a lot of anxiety that has been growing up since he realized it'd probably never happen. All of that waiting was summarized in that moment of complete relief.

Steve wasn't done yet, though. He's go back and forth as a grade-A cocksucker he's proved to be. That wasn't for amateurs. Lee knew that very well as he couldn't barely have the head of his own dick in his mouth, let alone get it all to the balls.

"Please, don't stop. This feels so good. Your throat is just... This is so fucking awesome!"

Of course, Steve wouldn't stop. Now that he had the whole cock in his throat, it was easier to keep it going. I get it that the worst part is the beginning. Once you're used to the intruder, and your body stop fighting it, the process becomes a lot more intuitive and natural.

Lee was still holding Steve's head. "Boy, I'm gonna cum... I can't... fuck!" Lee's ass was tensing. Steve didn't move. The dick was deep into his body. The cum was going straight to his stomach.

I turned on my TV on mute. I realized I didn't have to keep watching them. I could play video game instead. But, still, every now and then, I'd check what they were doing. Lee laid down. Steve was still licking his dick like the puppy he proved to be. The boy was literally in love with that shit. I don't think Lee would go soft any time soon, so Steve would have the bone to suck for a couple of hours if they agreed to that.

"Do you want me to fuck you? Do you think you can take it?" Lee suggested, ready to play again.

"Please. Yeah, I can take it."

Lee got a condom and Steve rolled it down his shaft. I could hear the tube of lube being open and the liquid being squeezed out. Steve took off his pants and got on his fours in front of Lee. They were now facing my window, so I had a profile view of the two of them. Lee aligned his dick into Steve's hole and moved forward slowly. Steve started moaning, and so did Lee as his balls reached the boy's sac. Lee gave Steve a few minutes before starting the fuck.

I can't explain, but that was annoying me already. I paused the game and went to the other side of the bed where my crotch was at Steve's eye level. Lee was still and looking at me. I took a step back and, with my hand, pulled Steve's head up by the chin, so he could see me.

"Bitch, I know you're having the time of your life now, but something tells me this isn't yet the kind of kink that you really crave for." I pushed a finger into his mouth, and with my other hand, I slapped his face very lightly. I got Lee's hand and put it on Steve's hair. "Grab it" I ordered him. "You've got your dick in the cunt already. He's used to that by now. Now you fuck him like a whore. That's what he likes. You keep treating them like a princess, and eventually they'll get tired of you and will look for the scoundrel who'll make them feel like a whore. You gotta find the balance between being patient and a fucker bastard. Fuck his brains out and make him scream." I looked back at Steve's eyes. "Don't you want to be fucked like the little whore bitch you are?"

"Yeah... Please, fuck me..."

"See that?"

"Please, let me suck you, sir." He begged me.

"Don't feel like sharing you now. You should be happy with the cock you have in your pussy already, bitch."

Truth be told, I didn't want Lee to see my cock. I felt intimidated. This is not a nice feeling for an alpha, but honestly, I haven't been through that before and didn't know how to react.

"Do you think you can take me?" Lee asked Steve.

"Lee, don't ask shit like that. You should never. Just think of all the frustrations you've felt in your life, focus it all on your cock, and fuck."

Lee was still unsure, but he started moving his hips back and forth. At first, he was still going slowly, but once he gained enough speed, he didn't stop anymore. He grabbed Steve by the hair, pulled his head with all his might and the real pounding start.

When Steve started moaning and clenching his mouth to hold the screams that were building up inside of him, I went back to my couch. I didn't need to look anymore. I could hear of flesh hitting flesh, moans, and then spanking. That made me look at them again. Lee was slapping Steve's ass and he was in for something hardcore.

"You like that, bitch?"

I couldn't believe my ears. I'd never imagine Lee saying `bitch'. The guy's been possessed by the demon. He grabbed Steve by the waist and gave him a good and deep piston. Every time Lee hit Steve, the boy would almost fall out of the bed.

Lee got Steve out of the bed and fucked him in every corner of the room, before demanding Steve to ride him. And the boy was in for the show. He fucked himself on Lee's rod hard and rough. I was proud of him. Of both of them.

I lost count of how many times I heard Lee saying he'd cum. I know I must've played video game for no less than two hours. That's when all the sounds and noises ceased, and I saw them laying down on the bed. I spotted five condoms filled with cum on the floor. Lee looked joyful.

"Lee" I made him once again aware of my presence. "You can't let your jizz go to waste, man. Make him swallow it."

"What jizz?"

"In the condoms, of course."

"Really? Isn't that gross?"

"It's your essence in there. For bitches, that's a prize for all their effort. You disrespect them if you don't feed them."

Lee looked almost apologetic. He stood up, at this point his cock wasn't as big as before, got one of the condoms and offered it to Steve. The boy opened his mouth. The puppy eyes were still there, as if he tried to pretend that he didn't want it to happen. But he accepted all of the cold jizz in his mouth and swallowed everything Lee offered.

I didn't need to push Lee too far into taming Steve, but I understood that that would make Lee craving for more. After that night, he would never go back to jerking off as he used to. But, the point is, I still doubted he'd get a chick to do what he did to Steve. I could see from Lee's reaction that he loved being dominant, but with a dick big like his, no woman in that town would allow him to do as he pleased. The frustration would eventually grow bigger again inside of him. It would be a matter of time before he came back to me to ask for other guys to fuck. That was the ultimate beauty of fucking subs, which no biased straight guy would experience to their total loss.

Once I realized they were done, I kicked them out of my place. By that point, I didn't want to see their faces anymore, not to say hear their voices and moaning sounds. I flipped the mattress and changed the bedsheet. I shouldn't have let them use my bed. At least, I had accomplished yet another small goal. I made Lee fuck Steve. I was good.

On the weekend, I invited Aaron and a few friends together and we went to the field as arranged. It took us the whole day to get the equipment and machinery looking as new. The pools of water that we see on Ninja Warrior were replaced by big cushions that I bought. We cleaned up the area, and it looked like new. Almost the official stuff. I prepared a place for a tent, as I planned on bringing Patty to stay there with me from Saturdays to Sundays. If something were to happen between the two of us, it would be there.

I called Patty. I didn't ask for his opinion, but I took it for granted he'd be game.

"Hey man, how you doing?" he asked me.

It felt like my relationship with Patty was turning to simple friendship, like the one he'd have with any other of his so-called mates. I've let him believe that was the case before, I could give him this impression again. I needed his trust, and I was willing to let it go like this for as long as necessary.

"Hi, not bad. Listen, you remember the Ninja Warrior thing I told you about, right?"

"Yeah, I thought you forgot that..."

"Nah, I was just getting ready. Next Saturday, we go for training. I'll pick you up in the morning and get you back home Sunday night. That's ok, right?"

See I'm not asking `is that alright?', I made my statement and end it with a question, but by this point, my wish has been made clear already.

"Yeah, I think so..."

"Nice, be ready Saturday. I'll pick you up by seven. Bring whatever you want for two days. I'll bring the food and stuff. See you Saturday."

I hanged up. I couldn't give Patty the impression I was open for debate. I was still his trainer, so the hierarchy remained, despite my recently developed vulnerability.

For the rest of the week, I kept on training gooey Chris and still had time to deal with Lee who was getting obsessed with deepthroat and rough sex. He wanted to know if I could introduce him to any chick who could do what Steve did to him. I asked him for time, but it wouldn't happen. I just needed him getting horny enough to beg for Steve again.

Saturday morning, I stopped by Patty's building. The son of a bitch was wearing the same shorts he wore on the first day I met him. The one that made his ass look so amazing that it turned me into who I had become now. White tees, white sneakers, white socks, a small bag in his hand – he was looking like a bride to me. He waived bye at Alice who was looking at us from the balcony. He waved at her, but she waved at me. We exchanged glances, but I didn't dare to move.

Patty hoped into my truck. "Hey, man" he wanted a handshake, I gave him one. "Hey, it's been a long time, uh?"

"Yeah, I know. I'm excited about the Ninja Warrior. That's awesome! I never thought I could do that."

"Well, we'll see if you can. Don't be too excited coz we got a lot to cover."

"Yeah, course."

I started the truck and got us on the road. Patty should be aware of where we were going to. This wasn't the first time I drove him to the ninja field. Once I parked, Patty wasn't so talkative anymore. At that very spot, I sucked on his nipples. The memories should be flooding his mind.

"Let's move coz we don't have any time to waste, uh?"

"Yeah, sure."

I can say that all his `yeahs' sounded a little annoying to me, but I did miss hearing them. The presence of Patty felt like new again, and it did me good.

I got the tent and took it to the place I saved for it. Patty was still looking around.

"Did you fix the stuff here?" he pointed to the equipment that was now restored. "It looks like new."

"I did. It was a shame to see this place deteriorating like that. I thought it'd be nice to come back here and put it to use again."

"Yeah, totally agree."

I put the tent up by myself. It was a small one, big enough for two, but still tiny. I fixed the food, and other stuff around while Patty stretched and did yoga on the side. Once I was done, I joined him.

I took off my shirt and left it in the tent.

"Will you play with those clothes? I'm not judging you, you do as you want. But it's hot, and those shorts are too loose. Just saying."

I wanted to be more incisive, but that wasn't the time yet. I couldn't freak him out again. Or, at least, not so soon. It doesn't matter we were in a secluded place, miles away from the closest road. Patty was the kind of man who, if pressed too hard, he'd leave me and walk all the way back home. He could be naked, and he'd still do the same. It pissed me off Patty was so hard to manipulate. I got Lee under my spell so easily, why couldn't Patty be the same?

"Yeah, sure." He took off the t-shirt and hanged it on a tree branch. "The shorts are ok though."

"As you wish."

His shorts were made of cotton or something soft. I could see it'd be drenched, and dripping sweat before lunch time.

I gave the machine a go first to see if it was working properly. The equipment was just like those you see on the show, not as fancy, of course, but the idea was the same. It's been a long time since I last tried those, but I still myself going all the way to the end of the first circuit. Patty did the same, but it took him much longer to finish it. Once he was back on the ground, he complained about his hands that should be aching badly.

"Just give it a time before you try again." I looked closer at him. His neck was reddening. "You need another coat of sunscreen. Your neck is kinda red already."

"Oh, yeah, of course." Our relationship was still good, but not back to what it was before. Patty was more touchy, sensitive. "He reached for a small tube of sunscreen and applied it to the back of his neck."

"You gonna need me to help do your back."

"Ok. Thanks."

I got the tube from his hand and applied a good amount over his shoulders. I spread it slowly. I pressed my fingers against his muscles as I'd do in a massage. He rotated his head and accepted my treatment. I could see the waistband of his shorts already wet. My hands reached the dimples of his lower back, and I didn't dare to move any further.

"Can you do mine now?" I gave him the tube back.

"Yeah. Turn around."

I got his tees that were hanging on the tree and started drying my sweat with it.

"Hey, that's my shirt."

"Oh, c'mon. You brought more with you. You gotta wash this anyway."

Although I played the cordial friend with him now, I still needed to let it show I hadn't changed that much. And I'd do that with small gestures like this one.

He didn't say another word. I turned my back to him and he coated every inch of it with the lotion. He also didn't dare to move much lower, which was ok with me. Then, I turned around and showed him my torso.

"Can you do it here too?"

"You can do that yourself, right?"

"I could, but I already dried my hands."

I wouldn't speak any further because if I did, I'd be turning this into a big deal, which honestly, was not. It was so innocent that Patty did help me out. He spread the lotion on my pecs, my abs, my arms and then, to my surprise, he came back to my pecs and my nipples. He didn't spend much time there, but enough to keep me thinking about his repressed desires. It was an unconscious gesture of his, I've no doubt of it. But that's through things we say and do that we don't mean to that we know what we want.

I gave him his shirt back, and he dried his hands with it.

We repeated the routine for about two hours, before I suggested it was time for another coat of sunscreen. At this time, we were both liquifying. I got hold of his tees again and dried myself with it. The fabric was drenched by the time I finished with it. I threw it to him, but there was no use anymore.

"I gotta need a towel." He said.

"Did you bring any with you?"

"I thought you'd bring all of that."

"I didn't think of towels. You can use my t-shirt if you want."

I was bold enough to dry myself with his tees. It didn't bother me in the slightest. On the contrary, it made me think of his big ass, his natural scent, the one I'd be sniffing when I had my head buried in his crack. But, what would Patty do? It's different when a man has another man offering him his own smelly t-shirt to clean his face with. And I made sure my clothes had my scent in every inch of them.

"If you don't feel like, just lay down in the shade as you dry."

"Why didn't you bring towels?"

"I brought one for me, of course. I told you we'd be staying for the night. How come you didn't think about that?"

At first, I thought he'd blame me as he was getting used to, but he didn't. He took a seat on a rock and let his body dry with the cool breeze that went down the mountains around us.

"Do you wanna eat anything?" I offered him.

"What do you have there?" Did he think I was his waiter?

"Caned food. I got beans, pasta, soup... What do you want?" I could deal with that.

"Pasta."

"It's in a bag inside the tent." I pointed while I took a seat myself. "If you don't mind, bring me one of the same, will ya?"

"Sure."

He stood up, his shorts look miserable by now.

"Are you sure you don't want to wear something else?" I suggested. "You could get sick with this cold breeze drying those shorts over your skin, you know?"

"I brought just another pair, and it's the same material..."

"Why do you need to wear shorts at all? It's just the two of us here."

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

"Dude, I've seen all of you already. What's the big deal? If you want, I can take mine off too. If that makes you more comfortable."

"Fuck!" Patty unbuttoned and the drenched shorts fell to his ankles. He stepped out of it, grabbed the cloth and went to the tent. As he turned around, I got my eyes back on that bubble-butt that had given me a lot of wet dreams. His white underwear was stretched on the back, the wet material exposed the skin, which left nothing to imagination. Well, I couldn't still see his asshole, but I wouldn't drag him any further now.

"Are you sure you don't want me to undress too?"

"No, it's fine!"

I only gave him the option because I knew the answer would be negative. He would feel much weirder if he asked me to undress. And I didn't want to. That's not how things were supposed to be.

Patty came back, carrying two cans of pasta and two forks. He offered me the can first, but I didn't accept it.

"We could share one can. Let's not overeat, or we won't be able to train later on."

"Oh, yeah, true."

He left one can atop a rock, and we shared the other one. We were halfway through it when he spoke to me. I wanted to let him talk first, so he wouldn't accuse me of trying anything.

"I saw you going out with all those chicks. What do you do to have so many of them?" he looked interested.

"I don't know. There must have something in me they like. You'd need to ask them."

"But there must have something you do. There's always something."

"Why are you so interested? You got a girlfriend already." I asked as I reached for a piece of pasta.

"Just asking. It's impressive that's all. You were with Cecile, and then suddenly you're going out with a different chick every day." He smirked. I entertained him.

"I realized I wasn't the guy Cecile needed, and she wasn't the woman for me. I'm not ready to settle down yet. There's a lot of pussy I gotta try yet. So many pussies, I will probably never settle down with anyone again."

He laughed. I didn't. If he only knew the sort of pussy I had in mind, he wouldn't find this so funny.

"That's so fucking awesome."

"Why? You didn't answer me. Aren't you into Alice anymore?"

He regained his posture, cleared his throat.

"I am. Absolutely. She's amazing."

"But?"

"But, as you say, there's so much to try. I don't know. She's not the best in bed. I mean, she's the best I've been with, but sometimes..."

"If she's your only parameter, how can you say she's not the best?" I wasn't saying anything he hadn't already said. I was still playing safe. I was only using his own words against himself.

He cleared his throat again. He blushed. It's obvious he was thinking about me. I was the one he used to compare Alice to. But, he'd never admit that. Alice made it clear to me she wouldn't suck on his nipples, and that was a big frustration to him.

"I don't know. Based on what people say, on what I see everywhere. I just think there must have a lot more out there that I haven't tried yet..."

"That'll be always true. There'll always exist something you haven't tried and, honestly, you're right. You gotta try it all before you say you've had enough." I chewed on a piece of pasta. Patty had stopped eating, although he was the one holding the can.

"Like what? What have these chicks done to you that you haven't tried before?"

"You know, each pussy is different. And the more you fuck the same, the more it feels like you've been there before. I then thought it would be good to try as many as possible in a very short period of time to check how each of them would adjust to my cock. I got a big dick, bigger than those you see in porn, so I thought it would be nice to screw them all. One for each day of the week, so I could tell the difference. And it was incredible. The way they embrace your cock when you go deep quickly. They hold your cock so tight, then you guide the chicks as you want, like rad dolls. All you want is to hit that right spot. To feel those spasms, the cunt pressing your cock as it tries to adjust to you. But you don't want to give it time to adjust, so you fuck them senseless. Each pussy reacts on its own way. And that's just amazing. Not to mention how they moan and groan when you fuck them rough. You know they're not prepared yet, but you can't wait coz your cock can't wait. It's stronger than you. The chicks sooner or later will understand that you're the man, and that your needs come first, so they surrender to your pleasure, and your pleasure is the only thing that matter. When they surrender, you feel power. Trust me, nothing compares to that."

I didn't mean those words, but I said as they come to my mind as I imagined myself fucking Patty. I didn't plan on saying all of that, but since Patty seemed so interested, I decided to give him something to remember. I quickly looked at his crotch. Of course, he was hard. The pencil dick that he was know trying to hide. Useless, I could barely see that shit.

"You could give it a try sometime..." I suggested as I resumed my eating.

"Alice wouldn't allow me. She's kinda vanilla."

I laughed on the inside. I knew more about his girlfriend than him.

"Yeah, she looks quite puritan to me. Religious family?"

"Kinda." He said. Poor bastard. "Something like Australian Amish, I don't know."

"I could hook you up with a few of them, if you feel like."

"Nah. Alice wouldn't like it. I mean, I don't know. Are they really kinky?"

"Quite. Not enough to me, but some of them would do anything for you."

He got another piece of pasta and brought it to his mouth. He'd love to ask if they'd be up to sucking his nipples. I should feel sorry for him because even if he got intimate to these bitches, none of them would do what he wanted. Probably, Alice had told the world no one was to suck on his nipples.

After resting for a while, Patty decided to go back to training. As he invited me to come with him, I didn't move.

"I think this is not for me. I'm afraid I'll get myself injured. Plus, my muscles are too heavy for this kind of exercise. I'd never make it to the end. Your body type is much better suited for it than mine."

I decided it was time to let him go on by himself. He tried to convince me of the contrary, but I kept on denying his approach till the point he gave up and started training alone. I was still guiding him, but from the ground, where I had a nice view of his ass swinging as he went from one equipment to the next.

As the time went by, Patty's become oblivious of his semi-nudity. I was back to wearing my t-shirt as I wasn't sweating anymore, but his body was still wet. When he came back for more sunscreen, I got his old t-shirt for him, but it was still wet.

"You can take another one of your tees." I suggested.

"But then I won't have any left..."

"You won't need it. I brought two sleeping bags and a blanket. You can cover up with it later. You use your other t-shirt now as this one dries."

"Ok."

I went to his bag and got not only his t-shirt, but also the other pair of shorts he had in there. I made sure to use both when drying his back.

"Oh, why are you using my shorts?"

"I told you. I got a blanket. You don't need your clothes."

This part was easy too. I felt like Patty and I were re-establishing our connection and trust. I was decided not to move any step further now. I only needed to get him comfortable when walking in his undies around me like it used to be. For the rest of the day, it didn't change. He kept on training, and I was there to motivate him.

During the day, he trained, I helped him to get his back covered in sunscreen, we had a few snacks, we talked about pussies mostly. As the sun set, I lighted up the fire and we kept on talking. Patty was still on his undies, sitting on a log by the fire. It was cold, so he didn't ask for the blanket. He's been so many months wearing nothing but jockstraps near me that he had forgotten about his lack of clothes. I should pretend this wasn't happening, just to get him comfortable with the situation, but that wouldn't help with the plans I had for the near future.

"I'm glad to see you don't feel embarrassed when you're only in your undies before me. I mean, I always thought you couldn't show your body to me." I said once we finished talking about which chick was the hottest on campus. It was a quite childish topic, I agree, but it worked to make our bonding stronger.

"I don't have problems showing my body to you. It's just the situations where you'd make me do that. In the middle of the gym, for example. No one does that."

"You're wrong. A lot of people do. Ask the trainers over there. When some guys look in the mirror, they raise the shorts all the way to the balls to see the legs. I was your trainer. I had to see if you were doing the right moves. But you could have said to me that you didn't like it, I wouldn't have forced you."

I took the chance to open the cooler. I got a beer and offered him another one.

"Nah, I don't think I should."

"Just drink it. I'm your trainer, and I'm saying you can. Go for it."

He got it from my hand and took a sip.

"Are you my trainer? I thought you were training Chris now."

"Yeah. That's true. I have an agreement with him. But I'll be training you on the weekends."

"Chris was such a disappointment. He's become a fag after he started volley. It's disgusting. Everyone is cumming on his face. People call him `gooey'. Think about it. How can a man go so low?"

"I disagree with you." I took another sip and made myself more comfortable on my chair. I spread my legs and looked up at the clean sky. "The guy is doing his best to be part of something. He didn't change his personality at all. If you ask the more experienced guys around, and I don't mean the newies who haven't gone through any hardship during their entire pity lives, you'll realize they all respect Chris. Think of how strong and determined a man has to be to go through that shit and still walk with head up high. Sometimes, I think he's stronger than me. His mind, I mean. They haven't broken him at all. Any other guy would have given up or would be crying like a lost kitty. But not Chris."

"Still, he should've said no..."

"He could, but it wouldn't give him the respect he's earning now. The farthest you go, the higher the prize you get. And only true men, with big fucking balls, can do that kind of shit and remain intact. The guy is a hero, trust me."

Patty remained silent. He knew I was right.

"You know he ain't a fag. You are or you were friends, I know that part. It's not because he's walking around covered in cum that he's turned gay. If you look in the dictionary, you'll see that having cum in your face is not how a fag is defined." I continued.

Another sip.

"Maybe. But still. I don't know. I can't get close to him with all that cum running down his face. No one can sit next to him coz the guy smells bad. Just disgusting."

"That is true. I told him that these would be the hardest months of his life. No one would get close to him, and still he decided to pay the price. But it will eventually end, and after that, he'll be someone completely different. You'll see. Sometimes, you gotta take the risk. You can't have everything. We think the world should be as we desire, but there's no such a thing. Nothing is ever as we want. Put that in your head. Either you change, or you perish. Got it?"

Once we were done talking outside, we move into the tent. Patty got his body into his sleeping bag, and I did the same with mine, but not before undressing. With the gas lamp still lit, I took off my tees, shorts and my underwear, making sure Patty would see all of me. He didn't say a word, but his eyes remained on my crotch for more than just a second.

"Why don't sleep naked? Those undies must be smelling sweat."

Patty, from inside his bag, took his underwear off and put it aside. I zipped me up.

"Are you enjoying your training?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's great. Thanks for bringing me here and organizing everything."

"I see a lot of potential in you. As I do in Chris too. Your success is my success. We're all in this together."

"Thanks anyway."

"I'm glad we're here too. I needed this. After breaking up with Cecile, things got a little complicated. I needed this time alone with a brother. I love the chicks, but it's us guys who understand each other. They'd never understand us as we do. You know, all the things you have in your head, but you can't tell Alice."

"Yeah, I know."

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Good to have you around, mate."

"It's good to have you around too."

"Good."

I turned around. I don't know about Patty, but I passed out quickly.

When I woke up next morning, Patty was still sleeping. I put on my clothes and left the tent. I was cooking a quick breakfast, when Patty came out wearing his undies.

"You should change those." I pointed at his underwear with a fork.

He nodded. After opening his bag, he must have noticed that all he had left there was another pair of underwear. He looked at me, but this time, he didn't turn around. He let his undies fall to his feel, stepped out and put on the clean one. He let me look at his pencil dick willingly. I didn't care about it. That meant trust. That's all I wanted from him, and I was getting it.

We trained for the whole day. I wouldn't tell him to come down and let me coat him with sunscreen anymore. He'd just come and ask for a hand. Patty walking around in his underwear had become quite natural, and he didn't say anything on that regard anymore. I controlled myself. I had to. I put in my head that I would have Patty surrendering to me in that tent. I didn't say when. But something told me, it'd be soon.

Before going back home, Patty put on one of his dirty smelly clothes. I wouldn't force him to go back home in his undies. Not now. Not yet.

My life went on like this for the next couple of months. Beside studying, I'd still pretend I was looking for new chicks for Lee, I'd help Patty on the weekends and train Chris during weekdays.

Every time Lee invited me into his office, we'd talk about chicks, deepthroating and fucking. That was always the topic of our conversations until the point I started mentioning how nice it felt to dominate someone. True domination, not just the dom/sub interaction that takes place during sex. As the time went by, I gave Lee more details without ever saying it was about turning straight men into bitches. I was frank with him. I even said that sometimes he'd talk too much, or that he was too nice with everyone. Lee didn't get it negatively, on the contrary, he wanted to know more. He was interested in changing if it meant he'd get more heads and asses to fuck. At certain point, I thought Lee got it I was talking about guys, but we wouldn't speak about it. Not yet.

At the same time, I forbid Steve to see Lee or talk to him again. I made him find another gym to work out, at least until I got Lee in my hand.

Patty and I were so much closer, I sometimes had to stop and think carefully. I wasn't using this time with him to be his friend. I shouldn't lose focus. Patty would train in his underwear normally. We would talk about all sorts of shit that only men talk about. We would laugh and then laugh more.

I'd still talk with Alice, mostly on the phone. She said she had arranged a few of her girlfriends to meet up with Patty. He was trying to cheat on her but didn't know how to do that. Even though, a few of them let him know they'd never suck on a dude's tits. Like Alice used to say to him, that was a man's duty, not a chick's.

As for Chris, it was time for his photoshoot. I asked Kevin if he knew anyone who could help us with the photos, and he suggested Jared who wasn't a professional photographer, but he'd be good enough for what I wanted. The guy had just moved to a new place and had a room that looked like a studio. Good enough. Kevin said the guy was a top into younger muscled men. A bodybuilder himself. It sounded reasonable to me.

I picked up Chris after asking him to make sure to be clean for the photos. Which meant no jizz on his body. Just to make sure, I called Craig and said he had to give Chris one day off. Craig was a scared bitch, he would never deny me anything.

I took Chris to my apartment, because I needed him shaved for the photos. That was probably a huge issue for him. No matter how much I insisted, he didn't want to get rid of his body hair.

"No, you can't make me do it." He stated firmly from inside my bathtub.

Gosh, all I didn't need was another whining bitch in my life.

"Yes, I can. And I will."

"No, please. The hair I have on my body is the only thing that makes me into an adult. Look at me! I look like a kid. I have a kid's body. A kid's face." Chris begged.

"If the hair on your body is the only thing that makes you an adult, then you do have a problem. You're much better than this."

He looked defeated. I was certain he'd do as I wanted.

"People will make fun of me..."

"You can't be serious. Are you worried about this now? At this stage? After everything you've been through, you're worried about this? As I said, you're a lot better than this."

C'mon, the guy has been jizzed on the body and face for months, and now he was worried people would make fun of him because he shaved his body? He sighed.

"Trust me. The hair on your legs hides your muscles. Once you see it, you'll know what I'm talking about. Now get in the tub coz we don't have much time."

He took off his tees and shorts but was resistant as to get rid of the underwear. "Lose the undies too. The star here is your ass."

"No, I..."

"What's the problem? I've seen your ass over a million times... Oh, your dick? I don't care about it. You can cover it with your hand if you want."

He did cover his dick. He should have a small one, who cared? I started shaving his legs with a trimmer, then I moved to his ass.

"I'll need you to let go of your dick and open your bums to me."

He didn't ask me why, which was a relief to me.

"Why do you need to shave the crack?"

"For the pictures, for god's sake. What else?"

"Of my crack?"

"Of whatever I need."

I know I sounded authoritarian, but that's my real self. I wasn't pretending to be who I wasn't with Chris.

"Much better. That's a nice ass." I complimented him. Well, I trained him to get in such a good shape. I was in fact saluting myself too. "Put on your clothes and let's go."

I left him alone to get back in his clothes. I should have stayed outside, but I got curious. Was Chris hiding his dick because it was small? Was it the reason? I just needed to make sure. So, I opened the door and found him looking at himself in the mirror. A little bush in the pubic area and then, the smallest clit I've ever seen in my life. He got Patty beaten.

"You might want to lose the pubic hair too, or it'll be weird."

That's all I mustered to say. Chris immediately covered himself.

"Hurry up!"

I closed the door again and don't know if I felt pity or happy. Watching that was a good surprise for me and future plans as I started thinking about them.

I got Chris to the house where we'd take the photos for the article. Kevin received us. He looked at Chris and then winked at me as if to say that was exactly what he was expecting of a future bitch.

We were introduced to Jared, who took Chris away as he needed to find something more suitable to wear.

"That ass is amazing. Fuck! Have you fucked him yet?" Kevin asked me.

"Nope. I don't think I will."

"Why not? After all the trouble, and you'll let him go that easy?"

"I didn't say that..."

"C'mon, he's almost as perfect as Patty..." Kevin was too insisting.

"Shut up, dude. I've got other plans for him. I don't think I'd have time to deal with him anyway."

"I can do that..."

"You stay away. He's not yours to take. He's mine!"

Kevin looked disappointed, and I was surprised. My old self was coming back to light after so long. So, was that the limit of my patience? A couple of months? How would I treat Patty once I was back to being myself?

I noticed Jared was also beyond excited when taking those photos. The idea was to get pictures of Chris' ass, but he was doing much more than that.

"Why is Jared taking so many photos? What's the deal?" I asked Kevin with my voice low enough so Chris couldn't hear me.

"We were thinking. Just thinking ok, don't get upset. But if he ever gets to become a bitch, we could see if he'd be down for some porn, you know. He's got a lot of potential. You know that."

"I didn't ask for that..."

"I know, I know. But it wouldn't hurt, right? If he says no, it's no. But what if he says yes. That's a lot of money. We keep the photos for now. When the time comes, he decides what he wants us to do with these pictures."

I didn't think it would be a good idea, but as I saw Chris posing, I need to say that I changed my mind. Once again, I was driven by my hormones. My lower head. Chris would make a perfect bottom.

"Ok, but if you screw up, I kill the two of you."

"Relax, man. You know you can trust us."

Could I? I was so sure about that.

Eventually, Jared asked Chris to turn around and show his ass to him.

"Fuck, that's a nice ass." Kevin spoke out.

"Fuck it is." Jared agreed.

Jared got very close to Chris, he looked like a hungry fox and then looked at me.

"May I?"

Why wouldn't I allow him. This was getting interesting.

"Sure, go ahead."

I needed to know how malleable Chris was. As I got myself thinking about what to with him next, I understood that could be a good chance to see his willingness to obey and serve.

Jared groped Chris' ass as a man does with a whore. It was not the touch of a friend, or a professional photographer. Chris didn't complain. He complied. That was good sign. He trusted me to that level.

"You can undress now." Jared said as he stood up.

Chris was visibly ashamed but didn't complain. He dropped his boxers and quickly covered his clit with his hands. Jared had other plans for him.

"Relax, Chris. Loose it up. Loose your arms."

From what I saw at home, I knew Chris wouldn't feel comfortable with that.

"Just do what he says." I ordered. I was testing Chris. What was the size of his trust?

"Just walk from left to right as you do normally." Jared asked.

"I... I don't know." Chris was shaking.

"Don't worry about your dick. As I said, we're not here for it." I insisted.

"Why are you taking pictures of my face? I mean, how is it important?" Chris wasn't stupid.

"They'll be deleted. You need to let yourself loose, and so do I. We all do. Photographers do that by taking pictures." Jared explained with a grin that Chris wouldn't see as the spotlights blinded him.

Chris let go of his clit, and we all got a look at it. Kevin scoffed. I felt sorry for Chris. This feeling would change once he became a bitch, but a straight guy with a clit was just pitiful.

"I'd like him to get rid of those pubes." I murmured to Kevin.

"Don't you think he should lose the pubes too? It's a little distracting." He spoke out loud.

As Kevin said that, I decided to go along with the idea.

"Yeah, I should've done that already." I said. "Hey, Chris. Would you mind going to the bathroom and shaving your pubes? It's not working."

"Why do you need to worry about it? It's not about my penis, right?" Chris protested again.

"He says that because the pubes are distracting me, as a photographer." Jared answered. "I must find the best of you when you look stunning. It's all about my imagination here. Even if your dick isn't in the photos, I need to visualize your body as a whole."

"Come with me." Kevin invited Chris, and they went out.

I stayed in the room with Jared.

"You're enjoying the show, aren't you?"

"That's one of the most fuckable asses I've ever seen. You gotta agree."

"Yeah, but don't think that's yours to take. I don't know what you and Kevin are planning, but that boy is mine."

"Chill! We just thought that maybe someday in the future he could be offered a chance doing porn or something, you know? A lot of guys do that even straight guys. That's gay for pay, d'you know? We keep this safe. I can even give them to you if you want."

"I know it wouldn't make much difference. You could have copies anywhere. I don't need the photos, I need you to promise you're not doing anything with them unless I allow you to."

"Sure."

"You better. Don't piss me off."

"Hey, chill. I wouldn't. I swear." Jared seemed honest. "I just got one thing to ask, though. Would you let me play with his ass? I won't fuck him, but maybe finger him? Please?"

I'd rather not, but if I wanted to test how submissive Chris was, that could be a good idea. If I guided Chris through that, and he trusted me, he'd be just what I wanted.

"Do as you want but let me guide him through this. Don't move a step further without my consent."

"Sure. As you said, he's yours."

Kevin returned with Chris now totally shaved from the neck down. He looked like a thirteen-year old boy. If not for his strong legs, he wouldn't be allowed into liquor shops. I had a dick like that when I was eight or less.

Jared took more several pictures before moving closer to Chris again. He looked amazed whenever he approached Chris' ass. I could totally understand what he felt as I shared a similar obsession for another bubble-butt.

"Now can you put your hand on the wall and open your legs" Jared guided Chris. "Bent over a little more." Jared squatted to get a better view of the Adonis' butt he's never seen before.

Seeing Chris so submissively taking orders and waiting for my approval was exciting me. It reminded me of the interaction I used to have with guys like Patty and Steve. Those situations took place a couple of months before when I still dated Cecile, but it felt like years already. I still had that fire burning inside of me. It was incredible.

"This is the most perfect ass I've ever seen." Jared commented.

"Second best." I grinned. Patty was still much better. "But it's really something else."

"You should be proud. How did you do this in three months' time?" Kevin asked me.

"That's my secret." Which was indeed. If there was something I was proud of, it was my expertise in lower back, legs and gluteal exercises.

Kevin and I moved further into the spotlights. Kevin kneeled next to Jared and I put myself within Chris's vision field. I crossed my arms and kept an eye on him. Chris was distracted due to the attention his ass was receiving, but I was there to keep test his submissiveness.

"Keep looking forward." I demanded. He did.

"I need to know how strong it is." Kevin said. He moved away and then back to Chris. He was holding a pair of surgical gloves and a tube of lube. I didn't know what he intended with that, but I knew Kevin was no amateur.

Kevin talked Chris into letting him insert a finger in his asshole to test the strength of his glutes. That was such a bullshit. I couldn't laugh though, since Chris was still staring at me waiting for my answer. Patty would never fall for this, but Chris did. When the first finger penetrated Chris' tasty hole, he panicked.

"What the hell?"

"I know this is weird, and probably you've never heard of this. It's something only trainers talk about. Trust me. No need to panic. I'm wearing gloves, and this won't hurt at all." Kevin continued.

He was still looking at me, as if waiting for help. He wanted to have me saying that was wrong, but Kevin wouldn't harm him. And my dick wanted me to stay that till the end.

"Don't worry, this is standard." I lied.

Kevin and Jarred would penetrate Chris' hole from several angles with the indicator finger. Kevin was an expert in prostate milking. Unavoidably, Chris got a hardon. The poor boy should be devastated, but his hole loved the treatment it was receiving.

"Relax, a hardon is normal. You may as well cum, which is also normal." Kevin spoke as a teacher. "It's actually good if you cum, coz this will relax your muscles and I'll be able to put a second finger in."

Chris lifted his eyes to look at me again. I could listen to his pleading, but I said nothing. He just lowered his head again.

It didn't take Kevin too long to get Chris releasing the first streams of cum. Some fell straight on the floor, and others ran down his hairless legs till they reached his feet. He was shy, but I could also feel that sense of lust that take over us when we're on the peak of a long orgasm. Kevin must have sensed the pressure of Chris' inner muscles around his finger subsiding and took the chance to insert a second one.

"Yes, got it." Kevin said. "Would never be able to put a third one."

He winked at me. I just nodded. It was hot. There was no denying in that, but I wasn't there to see these guys fucking Chris. It was obvious that after the third finger, they'd start thinking there would be ok to get their dicks in there. I could only guess how they would explain that to Chris, but I wouldn't let it happen. I gestured I had no more time left. Jared seemed disappointed.

"Ok, back to the photos." Kevin announced as he withdrew his fingers from Chris' hole.

When Chris got back to his standing position, he didn't dare to turn around. He poor thing didn't want to show us his hard pencil dick.

"I... My penis is... You know..."

"It's alright. Just pretend is not even there. We don't care. Remember this is not about your dick." Jared said.

"Can't we wait till it goes down?"

"Not much time left here. Don't worry, ok? Just turn around and let's try a few new poses."

I nodded. It was settled.

For the next ten or so minutes, we watched Chris walking and posing with his hard prick pointing up to the ceiling. It should have three inches at most, as thick as two fingers together. Thin ones. The balls tiny. I knew he could cum, but I still didn't understand how. It was a child's wily.

"Ok, I think we're done." Jared announced after I poked him. I didn't have the whole day. I only needed two photos, and these guys had enough pictures for a whole album.

Chris got his clothes back, and I drove him to his dorm. Later that day, Jared sent me a few photos – obviously only the ones that interested me – I chose a few and sent them over to Simon, the magazine editor, along with a text that showcased my work. Chris would be out in the next issue.

Back home, I did some work and then started seeing old photos, reading stuff I wrote months ago when I first met Patty. E-mails I had sent to Adam describing what I wanted to do to my bitch. Adam detailed what he was doing to his, but I've never done much with Patty. Adam should be doing something right, or I was just wrong. I saw the photos Patty sent me of his ass when I started training him. I was still so far from that. I remembered Kevin and Jarred finger fucking Chris who let them.

Adam said I should keep being honest with Patty. The boy was a difficult case, more complicated than any other he's ever heard of. In fact, I've never felt I this close to Patty before. My posture was always of a dom dealing with a sub, but I let it level up. After my day with Chris, I realized the time to get back to my dominant position was approaching. I needed to take it further.

Lee texted me. `Hey mate, how are you?'

He'd send me one of those every day, and we'd always end up talking about sex and women. Lee has turned into a horny man who dreamt day and night of getting a nice throat and ass to fuck. I was certain he'd be willing to keep fucking man, but he was probably waiting for me to suggest it. That's why he's become so persisting.

`Hey, d'you wanna come over? So we talk.'

`Sure. What time?'

`Now?'

`OMW'

I could deal with Lee now and take care of Chris at the same time. The time to focus entirely on Patty was arriving.

Lee came by as fast as he could, and in no time, he was sitting on my couch. I noticed his eyes looking at my bed in a melancholic nostalgic way. It could've been my imagination, but his staring was long, and I saw no other reason for that. The guy lost his virginity on my bed and has been longing for another chance since then.

"Hey, long time, uh?" he said as soon as he stepped into my apartment.

"Not quite. I saw you two days ago."

"Oh, of course, I forgot about that." I caught him watching the bathroom's door. It was open. Was he expecting Steve to come out from there? It could be.

"I called you here coz I got a proposition for you?"

"What's that?" he almost didn't let me finish.

"I'll be honest with you, ok? I couldn't find any chick that would be willing to deepthroat you. I just don't want to get you and another random chick and then after that she goes out saying you hurt her and shit like that. Do you get me?"

"Yeah, I can imagine." He was disappointed.

"But, you can still keep training."

"With Steve?" Then a little back to horny mode.

"Not quite. Steve's a pro, he can definitely keep sucking you and all, we can arrange that, but you won't be able to learn anything with him. He's the master. With him, you don't need to worry about anything and that doesn't represent the real world. In the real world, you need to teach the bitch to deepthroat you and then take you in the ass. You need someone with who you can practice that."

"It seems reasonable. Any one in mind?"

"I imagine you want a woman to do that for you, but as I've explained before, women talk. They're easily scared. You need to be the master before going after them. Do you agree?"

"Sure, yeah."

The only reason why he agreed with me so easily was because he's had Steve doing wonders with his mammoth cock before. At this point, after so long without another mouth or ass to fuck, Lee was ready for anything.

"I have someone who's just perfect for you. You know how traumatized you were with your oversized dick, right? How you couldn't get to have people seeing that. All the years you've been hiding away and avoiding using the lockers and showers." Lee nodded. "I have a guy who's been through the same. Everything's just the same, but with a huge difference. In his case, he's afraid coz his dick is extremely small. And now you ask, but why would that make any difference? Man, we can get him to worship you like a god. Think about that, he'd treat you like a king, he'd be a slave to your cock. Remember Steve? He'll be nothing when compared to this guy after his training. For having such a small clit, this guy won't even remember he's got a dick at all. He'll never feel like asking you to help him out. I guarantee it to you. It will be about you and only you."

"Training?" Lee looked a little lost, he should have a lot of unanswered questions confusing him, but he did look ecstatic, marvelled by the idea of having such a power over someone else. Lee had told me many times before that he always believed that a dick like his shouldn't be made fun of, but venerated. I did agree with him. But worshipping is not something chicks usually do. Guys, on the other hand... Lee knew that. I had made him aware of the benefits of man to man sex. He's tried it himself, and he loved it.

"Training. All we've been talking about during these months, all you've learned from your research and the videos I sent you. You got a lot to teach. And you'll guide this guy. You'll turn him into your personal bitch, so you can do to him as you please, and he'll beg you for more. For as long as you want."

"I won't need to hurt him, right?"

"Not at all. All you gotta do is be patient in the beginning and convince him with your words. I'll help you with that. Don't worry. Do you wanna try?"

He wanted to say yes, but he still needed time to think.

"Do you trust me?" Whenever I asked him this, he'd do what I wanted.

"Yeah, of course."

"Great!"

"And who's the guy? How do I get to know him?"

"You know him already. He's Chris. You know, gooey."

"Gooey? The guy isn't a fag already?"

Not at all. Everyone's unloading on him, but he despises that. That's just hazing. But YOU will actually turn him from someone who hates jizz into someone who craves for it. Your jizz. You'll shape him into whatever you want."

"And how is that even possible?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah, fuck yeah..." Lee was entirely compromised already.

"So, you'll do as I say. Be patient at first, and then we see what happens. For now, just wait for my instructions. Once I see the time's come, I'll ask you to make your move. Deal?"

I extended him my hand. He shook it.

"Deal."

I couldn't give Lee more details because the plan was still too fresh, and I needed more time with Chris to put it all together. I'd wait for my article to be published before moving on. That magazine could help me out with Patty as well.

As I saw Lee out, and focused on Patty again, I decided to call Alice.

"Hey, stud. I wondered how long it would take you to call me." She laughed.

"How's Patty?"

"Rude. You should ask how I am first, shouldn't you? I'm fine, thanks. And Patty is doing great too. I see you've changes your tactics. He's become quite a fan of yours now. Everything is Karl this, Karl that."

"Should I be happy about that?" I spoke up something I should've kept to myself.

"Of course. A couple of months ago, he didn't want to see your face anymore, and now you're his best friend. I don't think he's ever had a best friend before, but now you're the closest thing he's ever got in this regard. The way he feels more confident. He smiles more and whines less."

"That's good to hear."

"But I don't think that this isn't all you have for him, am I right?"

"I need something from you. A favour." Although hard to admit, I needed Alice. And she knew that.

"Sure. But now that I have what I wanted, I'll need some favours from you too."

It's obvious this time would come. I never bought the cheap talk she did all she did to me just because she wished to help me and Patty.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Nothing that you haven't done before. Nothing that you don't know how to do already. You don't listen to me, but trust me, you and I make a great team. We have the same goals, even though you don't know yet what goals I have." She scoffed. "Anyway, I have a friend who lives in my floor, and she's writing her thesis right now. She's been working with what she calls autosuggestion, and she wants to prove she can turn a guy into a bitch, as you've been doing with Patty. Well I pretty much gave her this idea based on what I've seen you doing, and she's totally obsessed with that now. But we need two, let's say, volunteers to make it happen. You don't need to do much, just let us know which ones are the best subjects for her experiment. One will be the top, and the other the bottom. Can you do that for us?"

I should feel used or at least dubious, but this idea excited me.

"I'll see what I can do."

"That's good to hear. Now you believe we make a great team?"

I still should think otherwise, but if that was all she'd ask from me, then yes, we could become very close friends one day.

"So, tell me, what do you need?" She asked.

"I'd like you to be rough with Patty. Maybe you could ask your friends to do the same. I just need him to believe he can't trust you women for anything. That you don't listen to him, that you don't understand him..."

"So, you'll be the only one he can trust." She finished my thought.

"Yes. Kinda. So only a man can understand another man."

"I think he's halfway through that already. As I said, all he says now is how nice you are, how nice your days together are... But I'll make it even harder on him. Leave it to me. When will you make your next move? Isn't it the time already? I think he'd accept another tit sucking without hesitation now."

"Soon."

"Do it next time you're camping together. I'll prepare him for that as you want. I'll even talk about his nips with him again." She laughed again. "One more thing, he thinks I'm into muscled men now. He's decided to get bigger. He'll probably talk about this with you. I also insinuated your body is a real man's body. And that I wish someday he could look like you. As he's always trying to please me, he's working out twice as hard now. I think he wants you to be his trainer again. Think about that coz he might ask you that too, and you'll need to know what to answer."

"Ok, thanks for that."

"Do it this weekend. Listen to me. I don't think he'll be as ready as now ever again."

"Now you trust me, ok?"

"Sure. I do. Can't wait to see what's gonna happen."

I hanged up. That was it. Next Saturday would be the time for Patty's first real step into bitchdom.

Patty walked to me in tighter sport shorts, a white tank top that showed his upper-body muscles, the same shoes. In his bag, he now carried much more stuff than on the first day I stopped by to pick him up. He was smiling like a kid entering a candy shop. I aved at Alice who was still saying goodbyes from the window above. I smiled at her. She smiled back to me. Yes, I could smile. And I wasn't faking it.

"Finally." Patty said as he hoped in. He closed the door and we were off. "I couldn't take Alice anymore. She's being so nasty this week. And all her friends too. Just don't know what's going on with these women."

"Women are always like that. Sometimes, the behaviour is clearer mainly when you pay closer attention. But that's their real nature. You just gotta get used to it."

"Is that even possible? Such a hard work for a few nights of sex and sometimes not even that. Alice is being just so difficult. And the others too..."

"What are you saying? Have you cheated on her?"

"Kinda. It didn't go all the way, you know. I felt guilty too. It wasn't working. But she was also such a hurdle."

"That's a word I don't see men using to describe women..." I laughed.

"A bitch, ok? A bitch!" He laughed too.

"So that's why you said `finally' when you got in?" I asked.

"Yeah. My weekends with you are saving my life. Thanks for that. Sometimes, being in that apartment with her is just suffocating."

"I feel you. Women are definitely good, but men are still supposed to hang out with men. That's the brotherhood. Do you understand that?"

"More than ever. More than ever."

I parked the truck. He helped me to get the tent set. Then he took off his top and handed me the sunscreen that I'd spread on his back. That was the routine we'd religiously follow every Saturday for the last three months.

"So, tell me more about Alice. What else she's been doing that upsets you so much?"

"She complains about everything that makes me a man. I can't watch football... She's been asking me to sit down before taking a piss. Why should I? She says I'm wetting the toilet, bullshit. I always clean up after myself. She knows that. The way I don't clean my nails, and she keeps repeating it over and over again. My nails are clean, they are just not polished. She's been criticizing my underwear. Sometimes, I feel like she wants me to wear her panties instead. Because only her underwear is nice and beautiful. Everything she and her friends do are perfect, and every little shit I do is terrible and worthless."

We were talking over another round of canned food. Sometimes, Patty would bring his lunch in a container as he said canned food is not healthy, which I agree, but this time he was sharing a can with me. I think he couldn't stand Alice pissing him off and cook at the same time.

"It seems like you're having a horrible time with her."

"I am. And the sex isn't even good anymore."

"Why's that?"

For the first time since we started camping together, Patty didn't know what to say. He took his time, but the silence was making it obvious he didn't want to let me know something and, given how close we were now, it would look like he didn't trust me.

"She... You know... She doesn't play with my... fuck... my nipples." This last part has turned into an almost inaudible utterance.

"I know you like that. It's sad she isn't into the same." I said as if it meant nothing to me. Patty should be thinking I'd say something that would embarrass him, but I took it as a friend would. I didn't judge him. I wouldn't make fun of him. I didn't even look at him. He was relieved.

"Yeah. It sucks."

"Ask another chick, man. There may have a lot of women out there who'd do that for you..."

"No one. I've tried. I even bought stuff to put on it, but it's making things worse..."

"Stuff?" I asked as the topic interested me immensely.

"Shit. This is embarrassing." He laughed.

"Not judging. You don't need to say if you don't want to." But I did want him to say it.

"There are these little suction cups you put on them. It feels nice, but it was making my nipples even more sensitive. I couldn't take it." He laughed. "I said, it's embarrassing."

"Not at all." I put the can in the plastic bin. "Man, every guy has kinks. You don't control it. Mine are all centered on my dick's head. That's the only part of my body that makes me feel like you do when you have your nipples sucked. Somehow, you're lucky coz a guy's nipples aren't obscene. While I need to get my dick out to please myself, you can do that all the time, and no one would say anything, right? You should be thankful for that, seriously. I kinda envy you."

He stopped to think for a few seconds. I was glad he did.

"I envy you. I always did." He fished for a little piece of sausage inside the can.

"Why's that?"

"You got the body, man. Even Alice is all excited about your muscles and shit. You know I want to be a bodybuilder. You were, I mean, you are my inspiration. You're a good trainer. Everyone's been talking about Chris' legs. They say he'll show in a magazine. You know how I wanted that for myself. It didn't happen, well, it wasn't meant to be."

"Well, who knows, right?"

"Would you train me again? I mean, you don't have to. I said a lot of shit to you and never apologized. I shouldn't do that. I'm sorry, ok? About everything."

"I forgive you."

I could've said `it's alright' or something like that, but no. Patty needed to know he offended me and that now I was excusing him.

"How are these toys you've been using on your tits?" Yeah, the word `tits' was back in my vocabulary.

"Uh, just small suction cups. Quite cheap too."

"I can see your tits are bigger than last time I sucked them."

"Yeah, that's why I stopped using them. My nips were becoming too sensitive. I couldn't wear tees without getting a hardon anymore." He laughed. I joined him.

Should I ask if he wanted me to suck on them again? No, of course not. If someone was to get sucked here, this one should be me. He was the one who just apologized, and then I offer to please him? This could be a good chance to get him in my hands, but it wouldn't happen like this.

"Have you talked with Chris again?" I asked.

"Nah..."

"Why not? Still think he's gay?"

"Nope. What you said to me last time makes sense. I mean, I know the guy. I know he's not gay. It's just that it's quite embarrassing to get people watching me with gooey. Besides, it's disgusting. I don't want to get near that."

"I get you. But maybe he misses you. You were good friends, right?"

"Yeah."

"He's been through a lot. Maybe he misses you." I stood up and stretched my back.

"Do you think I should go after him?"

"Why not? Fuck what people think. Who cares? They don't pay your bills. You don't owe them anything. You shouldn't worry about others have to say about you."

From all the challenges I'd have coming with Patty, this was the most difficult. I should help him stop worrying too much about other people's opinions. And then get him out of his shell.

Patty stood up and dried his body with towels he'd now make sure to bring. He handed me the sunscreen. I stood right behind him and did what I was meant to. But this time, I got my hands moving onto his torso too, and ever so lightly, I touched his nipples. His body shook, but he didn't move. This should mean something, but it wasn't yet time to find out.

"I've told you many times how you should be proud of your body, Patty. You've got a nice back, incredible pecs, a beautiful pair of legs and an outstanding ass. That's the whole package. And you still talk about my body."

"It's not the same."

I gave him his sunscreen back. He took it away. I felt a little hesitation when I said that to him.

"Hey, what if we try that part now?"

He pointed to a more advanced part of the circuit.

"Sure. It's about time."

Patty struggled to have that done. I instructed him to the best of my ability. We high fived at least a hundred times, before the sun set.

"That was awesome. You almost did it all." I complimented him as I light the fire and turned on the gas lamp.

"Dude, if it weren't you to say how bad I was screwing up at the end with the wrong grip. Spot on."

"It's just a lot of practice. You get to see everything."

"That's why I need you to be my trainer again. Would you please?"

I gave it a thought.

"Do you know what I like about training Chris?" I asked him.

"What? I can be better than him, you know that."

"Absolutely, you're way better than him. But I come from a holistic background. And it means I need to take the body as a whole. Focus on each group of muscles. And as a rule, I start with the legs and the glutes. And the reason is simple your body is structured to find its support on the legs and even more on the glutes. Chris don't give a shit when I ask him to show me his ass. That's my job as his PT. But you freak out, dude."

"It's hard for me, you know that..."

I got something out of my backpack and handed it to him. He couldn't recognize it at first.

"If you want me to train you again, you'll wear this and only this. Starting today till the day we're done here. If you prove to me that you can do this and never freak out about it, I'll train you again. I promise."

He got the piece of cloth I was holding and it turned into a jockstrap in his hands.

"Is it really necessary?" He asked.

"I don't know. Maybe not. But that's not the point. I think you really don't care about it anymore, but if you do, if you can't show me your body, why should I train you when I can't see what I'm working with?"

"Once you tried to make me undress for you. And then in front of other people..."

"I know my methods are a little extreme. But that's how I was trained when I started. I've never had an easy time with my trainers. I've never had privacy either. It was tough, but as you say, it worked. Today, I'm a hundred percent thankful to my trainers. I do this because I know you've got your own issues, and I want you to overcome them. I want you to be better than them. You're not doing this for me. You're doing this for yourself. Prove to yourself you're better than this."

Patty didn't wait any longer this time. He let his shorts and boxers fall on the ground and put on the jockstraps I gave to him. He then opened his arms, laughed and asked "happy?" He gave me a 360-degree view of his body and laughed more. I got a hardon as soon as my eyes laid on that ass. Fuck. The straps pressed it up, which made it look even more impressive.

I laughed too. "Yeah, dude. You're getting into it."

I opened my beer and he got his protein shake.

"It's a shame you stopped drinking the shake I was giving to you. You'd be much bigger by now."

"What's that made of, anyway?"

"It's the jizz of ten gorillas" I laughed. And, so did he too. "It's a mix of egg white, plant protein, a few Malaysian herbs that increases your testosterone and other stuff. They say it gives you a morning wood every day."

"I don't remember that..."

"So probably you'd need to drink more. It can go up to three doses a day. Just too hard to find it."

"That's a shame."

"Yeah, but we can fix that if we get to that stage."

"We will. I can't wait to get big and show it to Alice. And once I do, I'll be such a bitch to her. You'll see, I'll make her beg for my body."

"Heh, a bitch, uh?"

"Yeah!"

"You've got a nice body already. You just can't see it. And your girlfriend can't see it. I can. So, just listen to me and stop worrying about what they say."

Patty sat down on the log again but, this time, he was in the jockstrap. He warmed up his hands with the fire.

"If there's another thing you must change if you want to get big, it's your mentality. How many times have I said this to you already? You're too tense all the time. I can bet you don't even sleep well at night overthinking the smallest shit that happens in your life. That's not good for your development. Enjoy more, live more and worry less. You could learn that from Chris too." I continued.

Patty didn't like when I talked about Chris, but I did that on purpose. Chris covered with cum walking around as if this was no big deal was the extreme opposite of Patty. When I let Craig continue with his plan, I didn't think that, in the end, it would help me with Patty. By creating a parameter, I could instruct Patty and guide him into what I wanted from him. And I don't mean I wanted him walking around with cum on his face, but someone who could go through certain behaviour and attitudes that could possibly harm his heterosexuality without panicking about it.

"But I'm getting better already, right?"

"I hope so." I smirked.

I flossed my teeth, and Patty followed suit. It wasn't the first time he would base his next steps on my own actions. Small movements like this one were proof that he was taking my lead. I didn't know how far he'd go with that, but I was happy with the progress so far.

"But I still don't know if you really trust me? If you'd do whatever it takes to become big."

"I would. I swear."

"What if I ask you to fold your clothes and give them to me. That every time we come here, you'll undress and do that as soon as we step out of the truck. And that I'll hide them and give'm back to you only when we hop back into the car?"

"No problem." He handed me his clothes and his bag. "I trust you.

I don't know if he thought that was just a bluff, but I did take them and walked to the car where I'd hide them in a spot he'd never find. Patty didn't try to stop me. He simply watched me going and returning. He gargled Listerine for a while and during the whole time he was looking at me as if saying: `see? I don't care.'

Once I've done the same, I entered the tent and so did Patty. He zipped us in and got into his sleeping bag. Usually, I'd do the same, but this time, I just sat down with my legs crossed.

"Sit down. I got something extremely important to teach you."

Patty came out of his bag and sat in front of me. Legs crossed. Our faces should be less than two feet (50 cm) apart. He looked attentive enough. So, this was it. The time's come. I resumed my speech.

"Do you consider me you friend?" I asked.

"Of course."

"Your best friend?"

"I think so, why?"

"I've only being by your side and helped you so far because I have you as a friend. And I've never had many friends. True friends. I keep listening to my dad saying that I should have many male friends but that I should never get too close to them. There are parts of his teaching that I couldn't agree, or maybe I've never understood him. He never bothered to explain either. But there's one thing I never forgot. Having a best male friend is not bad, but their relationship can't be like that of two girls. Two male friends don't go shopping together, don't gossip over dinner, don't try on different clothes and pick the right make up for the night. That's what they do, not us. What men do then? What's macho? Sex! That's what makes us into men. Having a best friend is too gay, but sex is macho. Going together to watch a comedy in the theatre and share popcorn is way more gay than a circle jerk. THAT is what best male friends do. It's not gossip that bind us together. It's sex!"

Patty had nothing to say. But he didn't look surprised. It was different from months ago, when he ran away from my apartment yelling shit at me. He had changed, and so did I. Whatever Cecile told me had a huge impact in my way of seeing and understanding the world and myself. I remember she said something about the way I couldn't bound with men, so I'd take it on women. Maybe that was true. I just wondered whether Patty would grasp my rationale.

"So, tell me, what makes us men? Helping each other to choose the best t-shirt before going out for dinner, or rough sweaty sex?"

"It's sex, of course."

"Holding each other's hands when you're scared, or a fucking hard leaking dick?"

"I... a dick..."

I didn't have much time. I stood on my knees, lowered my shorts and underwear at one quick brute movement. My hard, impressive cock sprung in all its glory. I need to repeat how proud I am of it. The veins pulse blood along the long and thick shaft. The head leaking precum shows how healthy my balls are. They proof I'm ready to penetrate whatever I want.

"Dick isn't gay. Dick is macho." I pointed it at Patty's face who was still quiet at his side of the tent. I took off my t-shirt and was glad to find Patty still sitting there staring at my cock.

"Dick is what bond us together. Do you understand that?"

"I... I don't know?"

"Show me yours." Again, at this stage, it shouldn't bother me anymore. I needed to change his mind regardless of how far I had to go.

It took him a few seconds before getting on his knees too and showing his little soft pencil dick.

"Now tell me again. What scares you the most? Going out with a male friend to giggle when watching chicks who don't give a fuck about you, or dick? How do you bond with other men? Sharing a table for two in a crowded restaurant, or in a training camp with your dick in your hand while no one sees you? What do you prefer?"

"The camp, of course."

I ever so slowly moved my left hand toward Patty. He didn't notice that till the moment I grabbed his right hand. He was hot. He looked at my eyes.

"It's ok." I reassured him. "This is our manhood."

Still in a measured way, I brought his hand all the way to my side of the tent until it reached my dick. His arm muscles contracted, but I didn't let it go.

"For our manhood, man. This is how you will change and grow up for good."

And... I can't explain well. This is one of the situations that take place in our lives that we can't put in words, but it happened. His fingers closed around my shaft. I held his hand there, and we remained in silence for I don't know how long.

"We're best friends. Can you feel it now? This is what bonds us together."

It may sound fake when coming from me, but I did feel a connection with Patty like I've never felt with anyone else. I can't say what was going on his mind, but he wasn't hanging back.

"Look at my eyes." Patty lifted his head that was turned to my crotch. "Bonding with men starts with dick but goes beyond it. When you bond with another man, you understand that you two together are enough. When you complain about women who frustrate you, you're saying that you can't live without them. You become their slaves. Once they're gone, you're nothing more than a miserable piece of crap. But once you have a man with whom you've bonded, you realize they are just part of your life, and not all of it. You don't complain as much, because you now know you don't depend on them anymore. This is why relating to other men is crucial if you want to get independent and proud. You can't get it through them. Women will never understand you. But your best friend will always. But how can you be completely independent without women?"

My hand on his hand started to move back and forth. I made him milk my cock. It was so unhurried, he probably even noticed at first, but gradually it was becoming more evident he had started stroking my cock.

He looked down and back into my eyes.

"This is how we declare our independence and praise our manhood. We raise beyond friendship and turn into brothers. After this, you won't need them as you do now. All the terrific aspects of being a man that have been forgotten after putting yourself down before pussies can now return. As soon as you realize that you don't need pussies as you did before. That's because you have a brother. This is brotherhood."

I increased the speed of his hand, and there was no doubt he was jerking me off now.

"So, are you my brother, Patty?"

"I am" he murmured.

I let his hand alone on my dick. He didn't stop.

"Are we fucking brothers, Patty?"

"Yes, Karl. We are brothers."

"Fuck Cecile. Fuck Alice. We are brothers, Patty."

Patty bit his lower lip. It wasn't an expression of pleasure, but determination. It was as if he was saying to Alice `I don't need you anymore, bitch.'

Still quietly, I sat down on my sleeping bag and laid my lower back on top of it, holding torso up as I rested on my elbows. Patty had to readjust himself too. His left hand supported his body weight as it landed on the floor. His right hand jerking me off. His eyes staring at me.

"Brothers?" I'd keep asking.

"Brothers!"

I tried to hold on, but I couldn't last too long. Having Patty's hand stroking my bare dick still felt like a dream to me. After so many months of frustrated plans and anger, I'd started doubting myself. At certain point, I thought this would never happen. And then it did not because Patty changed, but because I did. My authoritarian behaviour still existed within me, but the way I used it to my advantage wasn't the same. You can't expect the world to change just because you want it to happen. Screaming won't help you.

"Fuck!" I mumbled.

I rushed to hold Patty's hand on my cock again, when the first volley of cum found its way to the top of the tent. Patty returned his glance to my cock and tried to remove his hand, but I didn't let him. Once the first three spurts left my cock, the rest ran down my shaft onto his hand.

"Man..." It sounded like Patty's torpor was gone. I wished I could enjoy my orgasm better, but I had to keep him on the leash.

"Remember, we're brothers. Whatever comes from my body is part of our connection. You can clean it up, it's ok. But you don't need to feel disgusted. Dick makes us man, but even more is the jizz. Chicks can fuck themselves with bananas if they want to, but this" I pointed to the jizz on his hand, "they can only get from us. This is how you feel superior to them. It doesn't matter if it's mine, yours or anyone else's, you must always appreciate cum. This isn't about you and me only, this is about all men. Remember, it's the brotherhood. Don't let women take it away from us. When you look disgusted, you surrender to them. Whenever you see your cum from now on, celebrate it. Do you understand?"

"I think so..."

"You don't think so. You understand. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do."

"Good. Praise cum. Live for it. You're NOTHING without cum. Do you understand? What can you be without cum?"

"Nothing..."

"What cum means for us men? What does it mean for you?"

Patty took a little while to answer. "Everything?"

"Say it again."

"Everything!"

"What's everything?" I had to keep pushing him.

"Cum."

I let go of his hand. He looked a little lost. He looked around and cleaned his hand with the underwear he was wearing before the jockstrap. I couldn't expect him to lick it up. Of course. Not yet.

After a few more seconds, Patty turned his eyes back to mine.

"I understand what you said. I do. So, if this turns us into brothers, don't you need to do mine too?"

"There's another thing about manhood that you have to understand. Women thinking is horizontal. They live as if all of them have the same status. They don't get what is very important for us men: hierarchy. That's something very important for us men that you can't forget. I'm superior to you as long as I'm your trainer and your teacher. If I do it to you, we become like them. Laughing like little bitches whenever we see a cute guy passing by. Once we acknowledge hierarchy, we learn respect and the meaning of our relationship. They do that in the army for a reason. Can you understand that? We're brother, but we're not the same!"

Patty didn't say anything again. "Can you understand that?"

"Yes, Karl. Yes, I can."

"Good." I got his underwear and cleaned my dick with it. "You made me proud tonight, bro. You really did." I laid back.

Patty smiled shyly and recoiled himself inside his sleeping bag.

"G'night." He said.

"G'night."

I woke up earlier than Patty on the next morning as usual. I got out of the tent naked. I'd remain like that for the rest of the day. I wanted Patty to remember everything I told you the night before, and my dick would be the reminder.

Patty came out when I was finishing breakfast. I was sitting on a chair with my legs wide open, so he could see my long soft dig hanging down. He looked embarrassed. I was resolute. I wouldn't say anything else for a while. I had to let the information settle. Patty needed time to absorb that.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked.

"Kinda, yeah." He was still wearing nothing but the jockstrap which was a good sign. No panicking. No bitching.

"I cooked your eggs, I didn't know if you wanted bacon. I can fry it if you want." I offered in a very friendly way.

"Nah, I think I'll stick with broccoli." He smiled.

"It's your choice, brother." I included this last word as another reminder. He knew I didn't forget what happened between us on the previous night. I wanted him to know I hadn't forgotten. He should be thinking I'd never think about it again. Maybe it was a one-night thing that happened between friends. That kind of shit can happen all the time, right? But no. He was wrong if he felt this way.

Before getting ready for exercising, Patty gave me the sunscreen bottle. This time I was naked. Still, he turned his back to me. I couldn't get hard, but it was almost impossible. I looked down, my dick inches away from his bubble-butt. I got blood pumping into my cock. This was a very delicate moment. If he saw me hard, he'd get different ideas. He'd think all I wanted was to fuck him. It wouldn't be between brothers anymore. Well, it's been never about brothers anyway, but he couldn't think otherwise. I quickly spread the lotion on his back and turned my back to him excusing myself.

"I'll be right back. Go on and start the routine."

I heard Patty moving forward as I rushed back to my truck. From the distance, I could still see him. His ass opened wide as he struggled to go from one equipment to the next. He'd fall and then start again. I started to jerk off. I was already thinking about how to get him to suck me, then swallow my cum, getting it in the ass. How far was Patty from doing that? I honestly didn't know, but in my head I already could see his pink puffed lips bobbing up and down my shaft. He wouldn't suck me off now, it was too early, but if I kept on making the message stronger in his brain, wouldn't I be able to break him?

I came on the palm of my hand. I made sure I got it all. I walked back to the tent and got his protein shake from the cooler. I opened it and dropped my jizz inside. I cleaned my hand at the borders of the cup, closed it and put it back. He eventually drank it all. No complaints.

Before the day was over, I dressed up and so did Patty when I gave his bag back to him. He looked happy when he hoped in the truck. We listened to Pink Floyd's "Shine on you crazy diamond", which he loved as much as I did. I dropped him by his apartment and saw Alice at the window. She sent me a kiss. I winked at her.

`Tell me what happened?' she had texted me.

`He jerked me off.' I replied as soon as I entered my apartment.

`I knew it! He's still talking a lot about your weekend together. He doesn't look bothered at all.'

`Good to hear. Just keep being nasty to him, will you? You and any girl that talks to him should be very nasty if possible.'

`Leave it to me. (kisses) (kisses) (heart) (closed fist) (water splash)'

On our next weekend together, Patty undressed as soon as we arrived and handed me his bag, which I didn't hide this time, but still left it inside the truck. He complained about Alice and women in general. I remained mostly quiet. Answering him with monosyllables. We still laughed occasionally, but I avoided reminding him of what happened between us on the previous week. I'd still call him brother all the time, and he'd do the same every now and then.

The same took place on the next two weeks. His complaints were increasing and his anger upscaling. He briefly said something about breaking up with Alice.

"Don't do that. You see me and Cecile. I'm still devastated. Although I don't talk much about it, it does get to you, and it's not easy to overcome it."

"But we're brothers, right? We don't need'em."

"When I broke up with her, we weren't brothers yet. So, the impact was stronger on me than it'd be with you. But hang on, ok? Eventually, you'll understand what being a brother means. I don't think you still do."

He remained quiet. I don't know what he was thinking. But he was accepting suggestions since he didn't complain about anything so far.

At night, it was still the two of us inside the tent looking up, each on different sleeping bags. There was a big elephant in the room, but we weren't talking about it.

"So, how you broke up with Cecile? Why?" Patty asked.

"It wasn't working between us anymore. No sparkle. I still see that between you and Alice though, that's why I'm asking you to hang on a little more."

"Man, she's annoying me so much. I don't think I can live with her anymore."

"And do you think it will be the same with any other woman? What about Alice's friends? Is there any of them you'd feel like dating?"

"Not really. All a pain in the ass."

"So, you break up with Alice and what then? Celibacy?"

"It's not like we're fucking anyway."

"How do you do then?" I tried to push him further.

"I've been taking care of myself with my hands, but it's not the same, you know..."

"Are you still using those plugs on your tits?" I don't think Patty was bothered by the way I'd say `tits'.

"Sometimes, but it's also not the same..."

I turned to my side and saw him laying on his back, arms under his head, his upper body exposed. "Brothers?" I asked him.

"Yeah. Brothers." He answered still looking up.

I moved from my bag to the narrow ground that separated the two of us and without warning, I started licking his left tit.

"Wow, wow, wow... Fuck..."

He didn't try to stop me this time. I think he'd never do that even if we weren't as close. I licked and sucked on them to the best of my ability which was supreme, I gotta say. I saw his right hand moving into the bag, but I stopped him.

"You can't touch your clit, man."

I could be a little bolder when I was licking his tits. His brains, at these moments, was only half operational.

"Why not?"

"Because only one dick matters here, right? And it's not yours. It's mine. You just can't jerk off."

He didn't dare to defy me now, but he'd still try to touch him every now and then.

"Don't, Patty, or I won't play with your tits anymore."

"Sorry, bro."

"What did I say? Only one dick gets to cum here, right? And which dick is that?"

"Yours, bro. I know. Don't stop."

But I did stop. I needed his attention back to me. It took him a few seconds to look me in the eyes, as I got back into my bag.

"I hope I helped you out, bro. That's what brothers do. Agree?"

"Yeah, sure."

I turned my back to him. "Good. Try to sleep. And don't jerk off, alright? You don't want to piss me off."

"Why's that so bad? Shouldn't we be proud of our dicks and cum?"

I turned back to him. He looked somehow regretted for saying those words out loud.

"I told you. It's how a manhood works. That's how you show me respect. If you can't respect me, then we're not brothers. And more than that, don't take me wrong, but I've got enough dick for the two of us. Once we get to take care of mine, then we can think about what to do with you. But mine comes always first. Otherwise, I'll take it as if you don't want my training anymore."

He rested his head on the pillow. His arms back under his head. He looked a little annoyed but didn't dare to touch his clit again.

"Once you understand this, you'll know it's time to break up with Alice. Trust me, ok?"

"Ok."

More training. More cum in his shake. More sunscreen onto his back. And another week until we got to see each other again.

At this time, there was no Alice at the window. Patty looked upset. He hoped in the truck and just asked me to leave.

"What happened?"

"We had a fight. I just couldn't stand the nagging anymore. I'm so pissed. And I live with that monster. How do I get rid of her? I need her to get back to the dorms."

"Why did you invite her to live with you to start with?"

"I was such an idiot. Urgh!"

I let his anger subside. We listened to more Pink Floyd and before we arrived at the camping, he was much calmer. He gave me his clothes and rushed to start his training before I had the chance to put the sunscreen on him. He wanted to sweat his problems away, and so I let him. We had lunch, and he was still a little upset, but we got back to talking. I made him laugh, but in general we weren't talking as much as we used to.

Before going back to the machines, he showed me his fist. "Brothers?" I bumped, "brothers."

At diner, he was almost back to normal.

"Man, I'm glad we have this space for ourselves. That's saving my life." He started.

"I have to agree. It's doing me wonders too."

He seemed uneasy for an instant. He sipped on his water.

"I don't know how to say this without sounding... weird. But, do you want me to, you know, I can jerk you off if you want."

"Why are you saying that?" I know I could've just said yes and that's it, but I needed to know. He couldn't have asked that if he wasn't planning something.

"Man, this is awkward... But I'd like to know if you could then touch my nips again and maybe you'd let me jerk off too."

It enlightened me to know he was asking for my permission to stroke his clit. That was a huge step in his turning, but the reasons weren't right.

"It's not how a brotherhood works, Patty. We don't do something expecting to receive something in return. We do it because we're brothers. I sucked your tits last week coz I wanted to help a brother. I didn't expect you to do anything to me. If you want to jerk me off, I'd be more than happy. I mean, you'd make my day. Seriously, you don't know how much it would mean to me. But I'll let you only if you mean it. If you say you're doing this just for the sake of helping a brother out as he's single and lonely."

"I didn't know you're lonely. What about all those chicks?"

"They were driving me nuts with all their bitching and jealousy. I haven't been with any of them for a while now."

"Sorry about that..."

"It's ok."

Another brief silent moment.

"Well, uh... I'll do it to you if you want."

"No, bro. Not because I want, but because YOU want it."

"Ok, man. I want it."

I know he didn't mean that. He didn't want it. Patty still expected my mouth on his tits in return for his hand on my dick. But I could pretend I believed him.

"Do you really want to stroke my meat?"

"Yeah... Sure. I want to help you out."

"That's quite not right, yet." I looked at him. "You want to do it because you'll feel good if you do. Not because I will."

"Ok, then. I'll feel good if I polish your nob. Can I do that?"

I stood up and moved to where he was. My crotch was at his eye-level. I stood quite close to his face, my shorts not one foot away.

"You gotta help me out here. I'm not even hard."

Patty was visibly consternated. He didn't want to do that, but I think it was important to have him practicing even if he didn't feel like that. If we continued like that, I believe one day he'd really feel like wanking me.

He lowered my shorts and touched my limp cock. He moved his body back, so it wasn't so close to his face anymore and started stroking my soft meat. I didn't want to have it growing, but I couldn't control myself. His lips were so close to my dick, I suddenly imagined them sucking me.

Once hard, he started moving his hand back and forth. Mechanically. As a sex toy.

"I don't think you want to do this, bro."

"I do." He lied.

"Ok, then. Do you remember when I said I had a cock for the two of us?"

"Yeah..."

"It means once you have my dick to play with, you don't need to think about yours. So far, I think you still believe you'll be able to jerk off eventually and that will be it. But that's not what I mean. You have touched your little dick for too long already. You know how good it makes you feel. Now, try to forget about that. Forget you have a cock at all. Focus on my dick. Try to imagine that my pleasure is your pleasure. That's what I mean when I say I got a dick for the two of us. Mine is big enough for us to share. That's also brotherhood. Why to waste energy on two dicks, when we can focus on only one and give it the best treatment possible?"

He didn't seem very comfortable, and I still couldn't see any result watching the way he touched me.

"It's the same when I suck on your tits. I don't think about mine. I don't want you to lick them, I do your because I want to. I want the two of us to focus on your tits alone. I could very well do a shit job and then ask you to do mine to, but that wouldn't be fair with you. I know you deserve the best out of me. And I'll give you my best because I consider you a brother. Aren't we brothers?"

"Yes, we are."

"Will you do the best for your brother? Won't we do the best for each other?"

He changed the way he was holding my dick. He turned his hand around and made me feel more comfortable. Before, he was bobbing his hand quickly as it felt like he wanted to finish the job as soon as possible, but now he started doing it more calmly. There's no reason to rush if you want it well done, and Patty was aware of that.

"Think you're doing it to yourself. Take your time. If you really mean that YOU want to jerk me off, then make me feel your enthusiasm. We got all the time of the world, I don't want to cum too fast, so make it good and slow, as you'd like to have yours done. Think of the best orgasm you've ever had, which I believe to be the one you've had once you got your tits teased. Now try to make me feel the same."

He was getting better, but not as good as me when I did it myself.

"I told you once that dick is what makes us men. That's our invitation to manhood. And that's what connects us as brothers. That tube in your hand is what makes you a man. It's not about me as it can look to you, that's about you. Any time you get the honour to touch a dick as awesome like mine, you need to understand how privileged you are as a man to do that. That's how you tell Alice and the other bitches that you don't need them. Because you got a real cock in your hand. So fuck them. Do you hear me, Patty? Fuck them bitches. Say it!"

"Fuck'em"

"Say as if you mean it!"

"FUCK'EM BITCHES!"

"Yeah. You don't need them when you got me. When you got my cock."

Patty was getting even better now, but still not spectacular. I couldn't expect him to be as good as me, but I was sure we could work it out with time.

"What about your other hand?" I looked at his left hand that was on the log giving him balance not to fall behind.

"What's about it?"

"It's a waste to have such a marvellous cock to play with and do that one-handed. Get it over here too. Play with my balls. Remember how cum is the most important thing a man can make? So, the balls are to be worshiped as the gods of our manhood. We thank them by playing with them. Start by feeling them. Think about how thankful you are that they exist."

Patty was still obeying me, but I couldn't read his thoughts. I used to think he was easy like an open book, but now I got myself wondering.

As he got his left hand on my balls, he had no other option but to get his face closer again to my dick, otherwise he'd fall back. His head, however, was a little more distant than I expected, so I moved a little further. Not too much because I didn't want him to fall, but enough for him to sniff me.

My juices were running down my shaft and onto his hand. It didn't look like he was annoyed by that, but I can't say for sure. Probably, he just didn't want to piss me off.

"Do you feel'em?"

"Yes."

"You'll get to understand what I mean with time. I believe in you. I always knew I could trust you, little bro. You're amazing."

I thought that a little praise could do him well. Everyone likes to feel like doing a good job.

I still wanted this to last, but I was about to burst. I decided to risk it all. I wouldn't tell Patty about my upcoming cum. I looked at his face that was turned up and it happened. The first spurt of cum hit him on the forehead, the second on the nose. Patty moved away and let go of my dick. The rest of my jizz hit the ground.

"Fuck, man. You came on my face."

"And why is that bad? You got it in your hand before, remember?" I said as I recovered from my orgasm.

"It's wrong... Fuck." He was cleaning his face with a t-shirt that should probably be mine.

"Relax, bro. It's just cum, ok?"

"Fuck, man."

I sat down and let him take his time to digest what just happened. Once he was done, he looked at me. I pointed at his head "You missed a spot." I laughed.

"Fuck" he resumed the cleaning.

I waited again. I don't think he'd freak out this time. I honestly hoped he wouldn't.

Once he was done cleaning, he sat down on the log again. He looked upset.

"Hey, relax. It's just the two of us." I tossed a can of beer on to him. He caught it and started drinking without considering how bad it could be to his shape.

"Don't do that again, ok?" he asked.

That was terrific. He expected that to happen again.

"Alright" I answered.

I gave him a few more minutes, and we resumed our conversation about general stuff. Gradually, he got back to normal.

That night, I didn't offer to suck on his nipples. He didn't ask either. But I could swear he spent at least half an hour thinking about how to say the words. Still, he said nothing.

"We are brothers, right?" he said first thing in the morning.

"Yes." I answered already eating my breakfast.

"So, will you train me or you still wasting your time with Chris?"

I swallowed. "I'll train you. But give me the time to tell him, will ya?"

Patty looked satisfied. I was more than happy. We had a deal.

Two days after my last time together with Patty, I got two editions of the magazine where my article had been published. In one, I found the proper article, it looked amazing. I found two pictures of Chris' butt, both hidden by his underwear. Of course, they wouldn't publish anything explicit. In the second one, I found the section of letters from readers. There were a few comments on how nice Chris' ass looked. I used post-its to indicate what he should read and put them both in an envelope. I wanted Chris to feel proud about his body.

After our work out session, I handed him the envelope.

"Take a look at this when you have some time alone. It's the magazine with your photos. I included also the next issue that I got from the editor. There you can find people talking about us in the letters section. I also included a few e-mails I received. Hope you like it. From next week, we start working on those upper muscles of yours. Maybe in three months you'll be ready for your next shooting."

I wish I could've said I wouldn't be working with him anymore, but I needed him to feel frustrated when I actually said that.

I told Lee I'd be leaving Chris to him. I imagined Chris would lose the ground once I left him, so I suggested Lee should be there to support him. Lee was game. I sent Lee a few ideas of what he should do with Chris and all of them involved the dildos we casted from his dick. I expected Chris to become an amazing bitch when the time arrived. He'd probably hate me now, but one day he'd forgive me.

I also took the time to send a message to Craig saying Lee would get in touch with him. He was to listen and obey Lee from now on.

I asked Patty to tell Chris about my decision. I wanted Patty facing Chris and seeing what a man who is not afraid about a facial looked like.

A few hours later, he texted me to say it was done. Chris tried to call me, but I didn't answer. He texted me too. I just said I had found another one to train. I needed the cash. I pressed the send button. I hoped he'd forgive me.

At last, I could send Adam the most exciting e-mail ever. I've finally had what I wanted. Adam should be excited too.

`I hope you can tell me that in person. I'll be coming to meet with you soon.'

That was a nice surprise. Adam was smart. Maybe he could also help me with Patty.

End of part 15

Now, what's to happen next with Patty? And what about all the suggestions of stories present in this chapter? All of them are part of the bitch saga. Yes, it's a lot of stories. I just have a big imagination haha Sorry for the grammar mistakes and misspellings again. Again, PLEASE send me e-mails with suggestions, support and even critics. I might take a while to answer but don't let it demotivate you. Without your e-mails I wouldn't feel like continue writing.

As you might have noticed, English isn't my first language, but I'll do my best to keep writing and sharing my stories with you. I'll keep posting this and new stories if I feel you guys are enjoying them. There's nothing more rewarding than knowing that my stories are making other guys cum. So please do send me an e-mail if you want me to keep writing.

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I have also posted the following story at Nifty:

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

/gay/authoritarian/persuaded-to-bitchdom (ongoing)

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

/gay/highschool/a-bitchs-birth (complete)

Cumnoisseur (soon)

Boarding school for bitch boys (soon)