From Straight to Bitch Club

From straight to bitch Club

By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com m/M, college, reluctance, cum drinking, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex). Posted at Nifty.org, please donate so we can keep posting and reading nice and exciting erotic stories for our entertainment. Please, visit: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

Part 09

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Patty had just finished drinking his protein shake while I watched him with close attention. I loved to see Patty's face as he gulped down all that cum.

"I've added a natural sweetener there. It enhances the protein absorption and tastes much better, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, well, better than yesterday, but still..."

`Bingo, there it is' I thought. I knew he'd get used to the taste quite fast, but not this fast. I doubt the taste was any different from what he tasted the day before, with the exception I added vanilla powder and not chocolate this time. If you think of it, this should have made the taste of cum even stronger. I knew for sure that next time I wouldn't be adding anything so he would be able to drink it as it should be drunk: pure.

I've noticed how Patty tried to pretend nothing had happened under that restaurant table a day before. It's obvious I wouldn't lose the chance to make him talk and embarrass him.

"So" I started, "did you like the special treatment Steve give to you last night?"

The look of surprise in Patty's eyes was unbelievable. How could he think I wouldn't ask him about that? He didn't know what to say, maybe his vocal cords were still coated with cum, he couldn't speak.

"That was wrong. What if... you know... my girlfriend was right next to me"

I liked the way Patty revealed himself with his answers in ways he couldn't imagine. He could've said he hated it, that he doesn't like having a fag sucking on his cock, but he just said he was afraid his girlfriend would find out. He looked worried, and I liked the way he looked when he had too much going on in his head. He would frown his brow, he squeezed the eyes and the almost hairless eyebrows would quiver every now and then. It was like a dog I had when I was a kid and he wanted something from me. I knew Patty wanted me not to tell anyone about what happened, to forget about it and never mention it again, but that wouldn't happen. At the same time, I imagined how he'd look like when he begged for my dick and suddenly I wondered how he'd look like when actually sucking my dick. You know, it's so hot to see a cute face sucking dick. I'd get him to suck on something before getting to the bodybuilding contest, but for now I should hurry with him or we wouldn't get there in time.

"It's ok. But I think you liked it" I grinned. He started to say something but I interrupted him. I liked to stop him from talking because it also made me feel superior, as if I were the only one allowed to talk. I thought that if I kept doing that a lot, he'd naturally get the message that he could only open his mouth if I let him. "I said it's ok. Besides, we gotta hurry. I prepared a new workout program for you and you'll be following it for the next two, three months. This program and all this protein you're drinking will make you big, trust me"

His facial expression changed quickly and predictably. That boy really wanted to look bigger and I'd help him – on my way, of course. This was part of the ideas I had to change him into a bottom boy, but I thought it could be too complicated to put into practice. However, watching Patty drinking his second glass of cum and those cocksucking lips being licked as he finished it, made me horny as hell. The head of my dick usually speaks louder than the head I have over my shoulders and this wasn't different. I had prepared long ago a nice workout program for an ex-girlfriend of mine. She was a whore, and I loved it. Once I told her if she'd allow me to coach her, so we could make sure she'd get nice thighs and butt: the parts of a body that drive me crazy. She accepted but after a few months, I realized that her butt was growing too big to the sides, when I wanted her to have a smaller but lifted ass. I soon gave up on the idea but kept that program sheet with me. I couldn't imagine that what I was looking for was a guy's ass, not a chick's. Not only that, I knew I was way more interested in fucking a chick in the ass than in the pussy, but that was an almost forbidden possibility with them, whereas guys can even get off while fucked by a meat pole. So, that was the first part of my plan, and the second was convincing Patty to agree with it. I had an idea that I haven't even thought about how to put in practice, but at that moment I didn't care. All I wanted was to tease Patty a bit more, I could think about the hardest part later on. As I showed him the new sets he'd be trying, he noticed something strange about it straightaway.

"Wait, but..."

"Yeah, I know. There's more leg than chest days, but I'll tell you why you need to worry more about your legs now. Every year we have this bodybuilding contest where the judges focus on the contestants' legs. Don't get me wrong, chest, abs, arms are also important but legs are the focus, d'you get me?"

"But why...?"

"Coz I've seen your legs and you got nice ones. I'd say they look better than mine. You should be proud" I said and saw his cheeks blush. "I mean, I got a lot more of muscles than you, but that's not what this contest is about. They're looking for something more natural. So we'll try our best to make you bigger but not really muscled. We gotta focus on your calves, thighs, chest, arms and glutes" I saved the best for last.

He looked puzzled again. Unfortunately, that was a reality back then, no man would do glutes. That was unthinkable. Patty was already shaking his head when I held his body with a strong grip, so he would know I was being real there.

"Listen, boy. You accepted me as your coach so you do as I say, got it?" I said with a hint of blood in my eyes. Patty swallowed dry as I continued, "glutes are the most important muscles for a bodybuilder coz they sustain your whole body. It's how you'll get bigger chest and won't look like a chicken. We gonna spend a lot of time thinking and talking about that ass of yours from now on so you better get used to that. Remember that once you win this contest you'll be invited for bigger and more important ones. And how can we win a competition? We must focus on your best muscle, that's our advantage to the other competitors. And your best muscle is your ass. You should thank your parents for the good genes they gave you, seriously. A lot of bodybuilders work out their glutes for years and have no result, but you gonna be ready in a few months. They'll envy you"

I knew very well that the process to convincing Patty should involve muscle competition, or more specifically, how he would look bigger and more intimidating than other big men. What I didn't knew for sure was that he'd accept to be bigger even if the big muscle was his ass, not his biceps. I mean, it's quite common and easy to see men comparing the size of their biceps, but who compares glutes? I was still looking Patty in the eyes when I saw the idea sinking in and his face returning to a normal mode. I knew he was accepting that and my dick got instantly hard in my shorts.

I asked Patty to follow me to a bit secluded area of the gym, exactly the one that had the equipment for glutes. That's exactly where Aaron fucked Steve days ago. Usually only chicks would go to that side of the place, and chicks wouldn't appear till four or five in the afternoon. As we got there, I got my phone from my pocket and pointed to him.

"Ok, we need to take a few pictures now so we can do the before and later thing"

This was a risky step, but I wanted to try it. I was aware that Patty could just run away, but I still thought I could convince him.

"What? D'you want to take the photos here?" he asked perplex.

"Why not? No one comes here at this time. I know this place. It'll be only the two of us. If you do it fast, you won't even feel it" I said. Patty looked anxious and non-receptive to the idea. "C'mon, we don't have much time. Plus, you need to get used to the idea that I need to see your body when you workout. You need to stop hiding yourself under those clothes when we're together"

"Seriously, dude, this is going too far away..."

"Fuck you, asshole" I yelled but controlled my tone not to be heard by others and attract attention. I wanted to sound really pissed, I wanted to scare Patty. If he didn't feel scared, he wouldn't cooperate. "I'm here wasting my time with you while I could be doing anything else of my life. D'you seriously think I give a shit for you and your body? I don't! I'm just trying to help you coz you and my girl are good friends. Then I thought we could be good friends too. I spent time making research for you. I wasted time looking for this stuff for you, even that protein that is so fucking expensive, I got for you for free and you don't appreciate it. Besides, d'you think I like looking at your body and talking about your ass? Don't you think this is way more embarrassing for me than for you? I got a lot more of reputation than you here" I spoke it out almost without a single break. Patty had his eyes wide open, he bit his bottom lip and clenched his fists. I breathed and continued, because I knew he was almost convinced, but not yet. "I hate watching men working out around me. I'm giving my best to watch you, to help you, I'll even touch you to make sure you're doing it right, while I could be with my girl touching her instead. Seriously! You pissing me off! Who the hell do you think you are? Now look at me. D'you think I need to be here with you? Have you ever thought about how helpful I am? I still haven't heard on fucking `thank you' from you. Nothing, zero. So here's the time for you to decide. If you want to walk away, just go, but go as a loser who lost the biggest chance of being turned into a man by me. If you stay, I'll make sure you get the body of my dream and you won't regret it"

Well, I tried my best to change something inside of his brain. He looked nervous and confused, but that's what I expected from him anyway. He looked down, a bit ashamed maybe. He didn't know what to say, or so I guessed.

"If you want to go on with this, take off your shirt and let me take this fucking picture"

He hesitated. I was afraid I had screwed everything. Those were seconds of expectation from both sides. I had nothing else to do or offer, so it was up to him.

Patty took off his shirt so fast I barely noticed. So fast I didn't have time to realize he had agreed to my terms. I felt like smiling but I couldn't, I had to remain pissed or he'd think I was joking. He should remain scared and believe that everything I was doing was making me disgusted.

"Take off your shoes. I don't wear shoes when I workout and neither will you"

I don't know why I said that, I always wore shoes in the gym, but I felt it would make him more vulnerable. Yes, that's exactly what I felt, so I went on: "And gimme your watch, your necklace, and that ring. You ain't on a fashion parade"

I sounded so damn serious, Patty didn't stop to think or ask why should he do that. I think he had believed I hated doing that, but we were both aiming at the same goal so he should just obey. And then he handed me his stuff. His shoes were put in the corner, socks rolled inside of it.

"Flex your muscles" I pointed the phone back to him.

As he was still holding his T-shirt, I asked him to give it to me, which he promptly did.

"Lower your shorts too, I can't see your thighs'

This was the first moment Patty forgot about me to look around. I reassured him no one would bother us, so he let his shorts fall on his feet. He was wearing white boxers, normal ones, nothing to write about. His dick was obviously flaccid, he wasn't enjoying this.

"Step out of them, and giv'em to me"

He looked hesitant again, but did as I ordered.

"Don't worry coz I won't ask you to get naked. I don't want to see your little junk. I'll never will"

There are two things I need to clarify here. Firstly, I did want to get him naked but it was obvious, even to me, that that would be more than enough to make him think there was something wrong with me and our situation. It's hard to explain how horny I became when I thought he was there almost naked while I was fully clothed watching him showing himself to me. I wanted that to be our routine but I couldn't do it so fast. I needed to tranquilize him now to make things easier later. Secondly, I had to say something about the size of his dick just to make him a bit more embarrassed. He didn't know I've seen his dick in the pics Steve took for me under the table, but he did know his junk was really small. I started taking the pictures and was impressed because he was really smooth. Even his armpits had almost no hair. And he had a nice body, I must admit. Little fat, small waist, muscular thighs, curved chest and arms, pinks nipples.

"Turn around" I ordered, already salivating. It took him a while to understand why I wanted to see his back. "I need to take photos of your back. And your white ass" I said `white ass' in a scornful way so he could think I didn't want to do this.

He turned around and I proceeded with the photos. I neared him and kneeled down to see his ass from a better perspective. And wow! That's exactly the ass I dreamt about when I thought of a perfect fuckable ass.

"I need to see your ass" I asked, drooling.

He cleared his throat twice. "But you said I didn't need to get naked"

"This will be fast. Just lower it below the buttocks"

He put his fingers inside the waistband of his boxers but didn't move it. Already impatient, I did it myself, but didn't stop the undies from falling on the floor as I pulled them faster than the necessary. That's when it happened. Patty, probably instinctively, rushed to put up his undies and to do that he had to bend over to reach his feet. Those were just a few seconds, but when he bent his body I saw his asshole for the first time. A pink smooth pucker, ready to become a pussy. What a view! I pressed the red button on my phone repetitively and snapped dozens of photos. I still don't know how I controlled myself and didn't fuck him right there, but that's what I always say, I could've done that but it'd be only a one-time thing. Nah, I wanted more, I wanted to hear him asking to be fucked and that demanded time. `Patience' I yelled to myself.

"Enough?" he asked, his boxers covering his ass again.

"It's ok. This could be better though. I thought you had a better ass, it's not that good" of course I lied, I've never seen anything more perfect but he had to think otherwise. "It's actually horrible"

"Bullshit. I've always been said I had a great ass. I mean, all the chicks, always..."

There you go. He had to say the chicks said that, but we all know that a guy with a great ass would've attracted the attention of men too and some of them are bold enough to comment. This is definitely why Patty was so insecure about being naked among other men, or that's what I thought.

"Nah, it's good if compared to the average, but you'll be compared to the best, and this is far from being good enough. We gotta lot of work to do" I took a look at my wristwatch and realized we wouldn't have time to workout. I wanted to get early to the competition and talk to Kevin. "I'm afraid we'll have to start that program tomorrow. We better be going"

I handed his clothes back to him and he got dressed as fast as a flash. Barely he knew he'd spend a lot of time naked from that day on. He also got his necklace and the other stuff I had put on the top of an old leg press machine and put them back on.

"It's a shame that protein shake will go to waste" I said not really carrying about it. I just wanted him to know the importance I gave to the shake so he could try to appreciate it more next time.

"Yeah" he answered, looking to my feet. The bitch was shy after my rough words. I can't explain but I felt sorry for being so angry at him. I know this isn't a good quality of a real master to feel sorry for such a small thing like yelling, but I was new at this stuff, so don't blame me. I put my right arm around his neck and pulled him to my body. His head was laying on my chest. Then I instinctively lowered my hand and tapped his butt slightly. It was really quick and he didn't complain, so I realized it could be a good thing to start touching his butt whenever I had the chance, just to make him used to the touch of my hand. He gave me a shy smile, but I noticed he wasn't so upset/nervous anymore. Good enough. I needed him patient and cooperative for the rest of the day.

We headed to the parking lot where I had my old Dodge Ram waiting for us. I rushed because I still needed to find Kevin and have a long talk with him. Probably he wouldn't even remember me, I didn't know exactly what could happen.

Patty was looking across his window, and I could understand him. We weren't that close yet, so he didn't know how to communicate with me after the whole incident in the gym. But I could make it easier for him.

"Relax, ok? The world is pretty nasty, so don't get angry just coz I yelled at you. It was just a wake up call. I was being your friend there"

Patty looked at me, he wasn't angry, or he tried to suppress his feelings. "I ain't angry"

"Great" I smiled and ruffled his head. It's obvious he was angry but I wouldn't turn this into a discussion like the ones I used to have with my girl. You know when they say shit like `I ain't angry' but still look angry, then you say they're lying and they start talking because you gave them the chance. Patty wouldn't be getting such a chance from me.

"It's a hot day. Why don't you take off your shirt?" I asked. He didn't like the suggestion but I had to get him used to the idea that he'd be getting naked around me very often.

Patty looked at me thinking I should be probably joking. Why would I start with this all over again? Well, this kind of thing should be repeated so he'd get the idea that was natural between the two of us. Whenever we were together he should wear less than me.

"We ain't in the gym anymore" he replied.

"Shit. Why you need to be so bitchy about everything? Here..." then I removed my own T-shirt "see? It's hot and why would you rather boil inside those clothes to getting them off? You need to stop worrying so much. Be proud of your body. How d'you wanna be a bodybuilder if you can't show off what you got? C'mon, you can practice it now"

The poor bitch did want to be a bodybuilder. He had a bunch of magazines about the theme, he knew a lot about regulations and stuff. He was no beginner and for this reason he knew I was right. He took off his T-shirt as I ordered and it meant a lot to me. Before our talk in the gym, he would have argued more, he would have said we could do it later, but now he complied without much resistance. That was great, so I felt like I could be a bit bolder now.

"Good to see you're learning" I smiled sympathetically. "Now lose your shorts too"

I decided it would be a good idea to give a direct order this time instead of asking him. He had to learn I'm not the kind of person who asks, but orders. If he had the wrong idea, he'd start complaining again and I couldn't let it happen.

"Nah, I'm fine" he answered. Did he disappoint me? Yes, he did. Was I expecting this from him? Yes, I was. Well, changing takes time. However, I wasn't really in the mood to talk so I just looked him straight in the eyes. That kind of look your parents give you when you're a kid and do something wrong. He got the message, but he had more to say. "Will you take off yours too?" Well, that I didn't see coming. I thought he'd ask why, or he'd complain about being half naked in my car so someone would see him. At the same time, I didn't think not even for a second that he wanted to see me in my undies. He was trying to make it about me, not him. Maybe he thought he could become the alpha male there if he had me obeying him. I've seen this kind of stuff before, I've dealt with this kind of people before so I knew what to do.

"Sure. What's the problem on that? But you go first" I faked a smile and saw Patty a bit disappointed. He was probably expecting me to say something different so what was he thinking about now? He didn't know what to say. Disconcerted, he slid his shorts to his feet and grabbed it with his hands. Looking at me, he wanted me to do the same. I could imagine his voice saying: `your turn' as if he had actually said that.

I opened the glove box and Patty squeezed himself against the seat of the car, imagining I was trying to touch him. I returned to my seat and pointed to the open box. "Put your clothes there and I'll take off mine and do the same"

Patty acted automatically. He just did as I asked then I rushed to close the glove box again. That's a tricky glove box because you need to know how to open it, he wouldn't be able to. Before he got the chance to ask me if I wasn't taking off my shorts, I did the opposite.

"Actually, it isn't as hot as I imagined" and I put back my T-shirt.

Patty tried to get his clothes back. In vain. "How do I open this?"

"Why don't you just relax? I'm telling you and you should listen. The longer you spend half naked, the easier it'll be for you to face the judges. You need to lose your shyness. I used to be like you in the past when I started joining these competitions. Once a good friend of mine told me that if you can't show yourself off, you better give up. And that's a very one-way sort of thing coz you can't think the judges will lose their clothes to judge you. A bunch of guys will be fully dressed behind a table judging you wearing nothing but jockstraps..."

"What you talking about?" he interrupted me. Usually I wouldn't let him interrupt me but I allowed him to do so when I was in the middle of convincing him of something. "Usually there are both men and women judging us. And we don't wear jockstraps, it's more like trunks..."

"Yeah, but trunks hide your glutes, and the competition you'll be joining is more about legs as I told you. Anyway, the point here is made already. You need to stop being shy about this and get ready to be almost naked in front of fully clothed men. I told you already that I hate watching you naked by my side, but I'm trying to help you out. If you don't want me to help you, then you just say it and I'll spend my time with someone who's worth it. I promise that I'd train someone so well, you'd never win anything in your life. Ask Aaron or anyone about my capacity to make you a champion and you'll start to appreciate me more for what I'm doing for you"

"Ok, I got it, ok? Sorry for questioning you, but I'm not the kind of person who feels well being undressed, or... you know..."

"Yeah, I know. That's why I'm insisting you must learn how to be half naked in front of clothed men and even enjoy that. The more you enjoy, the more relaxed you are, the better will be your marks coz you'll show more than the other contestants. D'you think they give a shit for being naked? You gonna see today"

"I know" Patty finally complied. There were no doubts in his eyes anymore and that represented a huge step in the way I'd turn him into my bitch.

"Promise you'll stop complaining when I ask you something? That's for your own good. Do you get it now?"

"Ok. Sorry about that. I'm just a bit paranoid about this whole thing" he confessed.

I gave him an honest smile and slapped his exposed right thigh hard enough to leave a red mark there. Patty smiled back, and that gesture sealed the peace between the two of us. But I knew this wouldn't last, because after every new step he'd get back to defence as an unbreakable straight man. I'd do that, he would do the same.

I started the car and got us moving, but I had still one thing I'd like to do before getting to our destiny. I stopped by at a gas station. Patty panicked because he felt really exposed now. He shouldn't. I had a big car, no one would be able to see him. Unfortunately.

"What I told you? If someone sees you from outside, they'll think you got your top off. A lot of men are doing the same right now. It's a fucking hot day. Relax, ok? I'll be back soon"

I left him and headed to a seven eleven to buy Patty a nice treat. I got him a Firecracker, which is a popsicle that has a cylindrical shape. I'd say it's more like phallic, with three colors and different flavours. I got myself a drumstick and went back to the car. He looked very uncomfortable but tried to pretend there was nothing wrong going on.

"Here" I gave him the popsicle.

"What's that?" he asked rhetorically.

"What you think?"

Patty was scared again. Well, it would be like that till he got used to the idea of wearing barely nothing while I sat there fully clothed. He took the popsicle and opened it. I knew he wanted to say `no, thanks' but he knew it wouldn't be a good idea to disappoint me more. I started eating my ice cream while he bit the first part of his candy. I didn't want him to bite the stupid thing, but suck it. I needed to see how he looked while sucking something cylindrical.

"Haven't you ever sucked a firecracker before?" I asked as I saw Patty ready to have another bite of the popsicle.

"Why?"

"That's not how you eat it. You gotta put the whole thing in your mouth so you can taste the three flavors at once"

He looked lost, but I knew what I wanted. Don't blame me. I think I got a fetish for food, mainly when I watch guys using it to prove their `bitchness'. I grabbed his hand and drove the popsicle he had in his grip all the way into his mouth. I'm not kidding, it disappeared completely. I've never seen anyone doing that, not the whole thing. This guy must have no gag reflex at all. It got me rock hard in the blink of the eyes.

"Wow, the whole thing?" I couldn't help myself.

"Fuck, what the hell?" he said as soon as he got it out of his mouth. "You nuts or something?"

"You got no gag reflex?" I asked, leaving his questions unanswered. My questions are more important than his anyway. Patty looked disconcerted and upset again. My eyes were fixed on him, he knew I wouldn't stop staring till he answered me. He sighed.

"I had my tonsils removed when I was a kid" he was panting, being dramatic. "You seriously crazy. What's wrong with you?"

"Relax. Everything makes you angry. Sometimes I think you live in a shell. You can't be touched, no one can see your body. There's a lot going on inside your head. Just let it go and be confident" I still wanted to make him more receptive to my approaches, but I also meant what I said. I thought he'd be a much better person if he was a bit less tense and defensive all the time. "By the way, now you learned how to suck it right, why don't you show me how it's done? No kidding, I've never seen it going all the way inside a mouth before, so just show it again. It's amazing"

"Why? This is weird" he squeezed his back against the upholstery of the seat as if trying to be swallowed by the car. That was fun to watch.

"Not weird. It's just one of those talents some people have and it's interesting. Like moving your ears without touching them, or licking your own elbows. C'mon now. Just once more"

I knew Patty would do that, so I focused well on his face just to appreciate the little show. And after another sigh he did it. The fucking thing disappeared once again inside his mouth. His lips made a perfect circle around the frozen pole and I could picture for the first time how he'd look when sucking my hot dick. I can't describe how much I liked that. I just tried to imagine how he'd be on his knees and looking at my eyes when my cock was shoved till the balls inside his mouth. Those lips would be more stretched too, there would have pubic hair touching his nose. Well, I could picture that.

He took it out of his mouth and asked if we could go now. Well, it was time anyway, besides now I wanted to see the real thing not a popsicle anymore. I started the car and after thirty minutes, we got to the sports center where the competition was being held.

"Can I have my clothes now?" he asked. He didn't sound upset this time, so I didn't need to start another argument. I considered this question reasonable given we reached our destination.

"Why don't you go in like this? I bet no one will even notice you in your undies"

"You can't be serious. I ain't going in like this"

I know it would be very interesting to make him walk in his boxers around, but the fact is he wouldn't do that. Let's be real, he'd stay in the car or hide himself somewhere and then never talk to me again. So I just smiled, showing I was joking, and opened the glove box for him. He dressed up and off we went towards the entrance.

No need to say I knew almost everyone there. I introduced Patty to a few friends of mine, even to big names in bodybuilding, people he used to see in his magazines. I saw his eyes shining. This boy would have a completely new impression of me after we were through this. Many of those friends asking me to go back to competing, saying I was the best, and Patty by my side listening to everything they said. In one of this small talks, I asked this friend of mine if he still had no problems in wearing those little trunks we wear on stage. He laughed and said: "you kidding me? I wear them to go to the market". I looked at Patty and he saw my eyes telling him `are you listening to him? Remember his words, boy'

At a certain point, I had to leave Patty behind and look for Kevin. There were things I wanted to talk to Kevin I didn't want Patty to listen mainly because they would be about Patty. I felt quite weird because it would be the first time I'd be talking openly to someone about my interest in fucking another man (Aaron doesn't count because we had a different relationship).

I was told Kevin was somewhere in the locker room getting ready. I gotta say I hate the locker room before this sort of competition. It's an awful environment. A lot of guys spraying those tanning lotions on the body, eating tons of rice cakes, drinking coffee, farting like camels, all those smells coming together is hell. Apparently, this one was a bit better than other competitions I've been to. Well, it was still too early anyway, so there was almost no one there, so I felt a bit better. As I got inside the room, I didn't have any problem to find Kevin Burns sitting on a bench turned to the lockers. He had big headphones hiding his ears and he seemed quite focused. He wasn't different from the guy I met years ago, although he was definitely much bigger now. He was dark-skinned, short hair, squared jaw, his big trapezius were hiding his neck and the same goes to his other muscles. The guy was really big. I thought about leaving him but then I thought he could have me for a small talk. We had four or more hours to the show anyway.

I got near him and tapped his shoulder. He looked at me and squeezed his eyes as if trying to recognize him. He removed his headphone and put it aside.

"You... I know you" he said. His voice sounded much deeper than when I remembered.

"Yeah, you should..."

"Karl? Right? Karl, the German boy?" I was called German or gringo by a few Latinos and other people started calling me the same. Well, my father was German, so I never cared.

"Yeah..."

He got up and hugged me. I wasn't expecting that. We weren't that close, if you know what I mean. But he looked quite surprised by seeing me, than he said something even more surprising.

"I'd never forget you. When we were younger I'd give everything to suck you"

Gosh! Did he have me blushed? "Wouldn't you feel like sucking me now?" I managed to ask, trying to continue the joke. But it wasn't a joke.

He looked me from head to toes and laughed. "Now that you said it. I got time for a quickie"

I seriously don't know if he meant what he said, it was weird. But it was good to know he had time, so we could talk.

"So, you're still into sucking dick?"

"Well, you're still into fucking pussy?" he had a good point.

"And fucking ass too" I put my cards on the table. "Even a nice male's bubble ass"

Now it was his turn to look surprised. Or was he shocked? I couldn't blame him. I was straight as a sword when we first met and now, out of the blue, I was talking about fucking a man.

"Well, I can fix more time for us then" he smiled, and I smiled back.

"Actually, I'd like to talk to you about it, if you don't mind" we didn't have much time so I went straight to the point. "There's this guy I wanna fuck but I'm afraid if I do that he'll never talk to me again. I'd like him to be more like my personal bitch, if you know what I mean..."

Kevin still looked surprised, but he wasn't surprised because I was talking about all this kinky stuff at once, but because I was talking about fucking a guy. He used to talk about sex way more than me and none of this would shock him.

"You seriously mean, fucking a guy? Men have cock, you know that, right?"

I sat down beside him. "I don't give a shit for his cock, I want the ass"

"Like a one-way thing..."

"Absolutely"

"Well, if you don't want to rape him then you gotta convince him. It can take some time. You're not the kind of person who would wait that long, if I remember you well" he should be able to remember me though. He wanted me so bad he'd spy on me. Well, I didn't forget him.

"I'm trying. First, I thought you could gimme some ideas. Then I thought we could try something. He's outside..." I told him, pointing to the door.

"I'd like to know the guy who changed you this much" he smiled. "Well, as for the ideas, I can tell you how I was `turned', if you know what I mean. It wasn't a very gradual process but it involved quite a lot of convincing too. You know, I'm gay and I don't hide it, so all they did was to make me aware of it. As for the guy you wanna fuck, I don't know. If he's straight it'll take longer"

"Well, just tell me what happened to you then"

"Ok. Hope I can say everything in half an hour. I'll tell you what I saw and what I was told later by the guys who made me their bitch" and he started telling me the story of his conversion.

When Kevin was fourteen he was already big for his age, he was born with all the right genes for bodybuilding, he could gain muscles only by inhaling oxygen. It was natural to him. Other boys, even older than him, always envied him for that and a few of these other boys couldn't stand someone who was born with such a gift. That's what thought Ralph and Peter. Ralph was Kevin's older brother, he was sixteen at the time, he had a good physique too, but not as big as his little brother's. Peter was skinnier, more like a swimmer, a very lean boy who had a great and big (really big) triumph inside his undies. Ralph always thought that Kevin was queer, because even before having body hair he started to shave everything. He never understood it. Moreover, he thought Kevin used to shake his ass too much when walking and for him only chicks would do that. So, if he was naturally muscled, he should be a natural fag as well or so he thought. Nothing of this was actually accurate, Ralph only needed to feel superior to his younger brother so he created this image of a little fag and it made him feel better.

One day, Ralph and Peter were playing video game in Ralph's room. Every time they talked about Kevin, Ralph would make sure he said Kevin was a fag. That day it was no different, but Peter defied him when he said he didn't think the same.

"I actually saw him with Stella at school and they were about to kiss when someone interrupted them" Peter said.

That was quite unbearable to Ralph, because he himself hadn't kissed a girl yet so having his little brother not only being bigger than him but doing it earlier than him was unacceptable. If Kevin wasn't gay as Peter suggested, then he had to make sure he'd turn his brother into a cock hungry fag before he fucked a girl. This was interesting because he didn't think about fucking a girl first, but not allowing his brother to do that was his top priority. That's envy's true nature.

Starting that same day, Ralph wouldn't lose the chance to show his dick to his younger brother. He knew Kevin would sooner or later pay attention and suck his dick, but it never happened. Time was passing, Peter continued saying how close Kevin was to Stella and Ralph knew he should start doing something more concrete as soon as possible or the worst would happen. If showing his dick wasn't enough to capture Kevin's attention, then he thought it would be a better idea to force him to. Maybe that's how it worked, he thought.

Ralph also knew it wasn't enough to have Kevin sucking his dick, he would need Peter to watch it. He wanted to prove to his best friend that his little brother couldn't possibly fuck Stella because he was a fag. Peter had fucked a whore when he visited his cousins in a small town once, so Ralph was getting behind his friend and his younger brother, he needed to show this wasn't happening. Peter sensed his best friend's fear and decided to help him.

"If you want to have him sucking you, you gotta change your plans" Peter said as they ate chips in Ralph's room. "I say that coz when I fucked that bitch she told me how it works. Well, she was a whore so I'm taking her as an example. When I got alone with her in that room, I started touching her as if I cared for her feelings. She was glad I did, but she said that fuck was about me, not her. When she sucked my dick then I understood what she meant. It felt so fucking good I didn't want to think about her, I wanted to be there doing nothing but enjoying the moment. Course this is different when you love the girl, then you'll feel like giving something in exchange, but with a whore... Anyway, my point is, he'd be your whore, so you gotta think about you, not him. I just think you're doing the opposite. When you say you want to prove he's a fag you're thinking about him, not you. You should prove YOU are his superior, and not that HE is your inferior, got it?"

"But I AM his superior" Ralph stated, a bit annoyed as he thought Peter doubted about it.

"So prove it. I mean, you said you were showing your dick to him, but he didn't look coz he had other stuff to do and shit. Dude, you should be more proud of your dick. You can't go out showing it to him, he should deserve to look at it. When that whore grabbed my cock over my pants, she actually asked me if I'd allow her to take it out. D'you get it? Course I would, she knew that, everyone would know that, but she still asked. That means a lot! This means respect. This means you know your place. That's how you'll show Kevin he's inferior, when he respects you and worship your dick"

Ralph was mesmerised. He never expected Peter to know so much about this stuff. He felt completely humiliated. It wasn't only about not being a virgin anymore, it was about the way Peter saw things. It's a completely different mindset, it's another level. Ralph thought he was still a kid and behaved like one as when he started showing his dick to Kevin.

"Actually" Peter continued, as Ralph lost his will to talk after being lectured, "I dunno if you'd accept this, but, anyway... would you allow me to join in? I mean, since that day with that whore I haven't had anyone sucking me and..."

"Only if you help with the plan" Ralph answered straightaway. He actually wanted to say `only if you make the plan' because he had no idea on what to do and Peter was obviously much smarter than him. "And my dick will be the first one he'll suck" he continued. That would be fair, otherwise he wouldn't be able to prove his superiority.

"Fair enough" Peter agreed. "But I'll be the first one then to fuck his ass"

Surprisingly, Ralph hadn't' thought about butt fucking so far. He didn't care about the sex, he just wanted to make a point, but when Peter talked about fucking, he realized it wasn't just about him, probably he'd change his brother's life. Well, as he thought a bit further, if he's really a fag he'd thank him for it. He shouldn't think too much about it.

"Ok. I don't think I'd fuck him in the ass anyway"

"Oh, you should. This is a better way to show you're superior"

"Nah, I pass..." Ralph thought this would be too much. This would be changing his brother and he still thought of Kevin as a little brother in more familiar terms. However, he didn't consider that Peter would be fucking him anyway.

"It's up to you. But since the day I fucked that whore I started thinking about fucking an ass. All guys talk about it and many never had the chance. I don't care if it's your brother as long as I'm fucking an ass. People say it feels much better than pussy. It's much tighter and warmer. Fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about it"

"Ok, I got it" Ralph stopped Peter as he started to regret the fact that Peter would be the first one to fuck Kevin.

"We need to make a plan then. What kind of things your brother likes? Like a hobby or something"

"I dunno. He likes to shave his body, that fag. He likes to show off. He's always taking photos of himself..."

"Like his body and stuff?" Peter asked eagerly.

"Yeah. Why?"

"That's how we gonna get him. Just one problem that could make this harder. D'you know if you are... I mean, if your dick is bigger than his?" Peter asked.

"Oh, of that I'm a hundred percent sure. Kevin may have big muscles, but his dick is nothing you'd write home about. Trust me"

"Perfect then. Let me know when you're alone with him here, then we'll make this work"

By the end of their talk, Peter was even more inspired than Ralph. On the next days, he started to pay attention to Kevin, more specifically, to his ass. He never, not even for one second, thought about Kevin's lips around his shaft. That's not what he was looking for, although he knew he'd need to make Kevin suck him before moving to his ass. But in his imagination, he could see Kevin naked, his hands on his hips bringing his ass towards his pelvis while his long cock disappeared inside his hole. He started wondering how he'd make his whole dick disappear in such a narrow tunnel, so he bought Vaseline and other stuff that could make it easier. He was young, and he was horny. He wouldn't consider Kevin's pain once he started fucking, so he had to think about the details before getting into action.

Peter thought about it over and over again. Every night he'd add another idea to his masterplan, then he'd jerk off thinking of Kevin. That was weird at first but then he relaxed. It couldn't be gay if all you wanted was to fuck. He was just horny. This tension grew bigger and he started asking Ralph about the plan, and Ralph said the chance hadn't come yet. Peter was about to lose his patience and change the plan when Ralph announced they've got the perfect chance. His parents would visit his grandmother and Kevin had to stay to finish some work for school. Usually, Peter would go with his parents and leave Kevin alone but this time he said he'd stay and the whole thing was settled. Peter couldn't be happier. Everything should happen on a Saturday, so Peter finished everything by Friday and didn't jerk off for the rest of the week just to make sure he'd be really horny. And so did Ralph.

Ralph had changed as well. Since the time he talked to Peter he started to think more about himself and his needs. He wanted to know what a blowjob felt like, he's heard stories, so many of them that he couldn't hold anymore. His brother had a mouth and he had the dick, perfect match. Gradually, he was not thinking about the brother as the inferior, but about him as the superior, alpha-male who should be pleased by his soon to become bitch brother. He paid more attention to Kevin. He couldn't be wrong when he thought of Kevin as a fag. He was too kind, too responsive, his room was too clean. Well, even if Kevin was the opposite, Ralph would still see him as a fag, but as he saw his brother doing everything his parents asked without questioning them, he started wondering if he'd be the same if he gave the orders. So slowly, as he waited for a chance to actually have Kevin on his knees sucking on his dick, he started giving orders himself.

"Hey, brow. Would you help me clean my room?" Ralph once asked.

And Kevin did it. Kevin thought this was a brother thing, so why not? That day, Ralph did half of the cleaning and Kevin the other half. But next time he had to clean his room, he gave Kevin another task, and gave himself more free time to watch. After a few times doing the same, it became a one-way thing. Kevin did everything while Ralph stayed put on his chair watching his brother. Kevin once complained he was the only one doing everything, but Ralph didn't move a muscle.

"Sorry, bro. I just feel like you do everything so much better than me I thought I could leave it all to you. It's really an amazing job you do there" Ralph explained with a grin on the face. He thought Kevin would probably leave and don't do anything for him ever again, but he stayed and continued. Ralph then knew for sure this would work out. He thought that very soon Kevin wouldn't be only cleaning the room, but he'd be cleaning his dick clean any chance he had. Ralph thought about Kevin swallowing his sperm. That would be so hot. It would be like marking his territory. Kevin would have a part of Ralph forever in his body.

On that fatidic Saturday, Kevin woke up thinking he would have to do his homework. He was wearing his pyjamas that consisted of blue loose shorts and a t-shirt. He wanted to finish his homework quickly so he'd have time to do other stuff later, maybe go out with his best friend, a half Japanese guy named Kenji. He got out of bed and quickly cleaned his room before going downstairs for breakfast. He noticed Peter coming into the house carrying a backpack without knocking or anything, but thought it was ok since they all knew each other.

"What's up?" said Peter before climbing up the staircase.

Kevin finished eating and walked back to his room when Ralph called him to his room. That was unusual. He'd be called there only to do the cleaning, but that wasn't happening with Peter in the house.

"What?" Kevin said with his head into the room, but his body still outside, knowing he wouldn't be staying there.

"C'mon in" now Peter invited quite friendly. "Actually I'm the one who asked Peter to call you in. He said you never worked out and I was pretty amazed. Is that true? Coz you got a nice body for someone who never hit the gym"

"Thanks. Yeah, I just do normal stuff, like skating or basket" he answered without getting in the room.

"I said c'mon, come here" Peter invited again.

The room was a considerably big enough for only one person. It had a bed in one corner then a sofa (actually a sofa bed) on its side, facing a TV with the videogame. On the other side just a built-in wardrobe. Peter and Ralph were both sitting on the couch, their backs leaning against the armchairs, leaving the middle of the sofa unoccupied. Peter was wearing a t-shirt, sweatpants, his snickers still on; Ralph was more casual, board shorts and a t-shirt, which he used to wear when going out.

Peter suggested he wanted Kevin to sit down there as he touched the spot in the center, indicating where Kevin should be. Kevin wasn't in the mood but he moved in.

"Close the door" Ralph ordered.

"What for? No one's home..." Kevin wondered.

"Still. It feels like there's someone out there"

Kevin closed the door behind him and slowly moved towards the sofa, but didn't sit down. Peter then grabbed Kevin's wrist and pulled him down, so he had no other option but to sit.

"So, your brother told me you like to take photos of yourself. I know you like to show off..." Peter started.

"I don't like to show off" Kevin interrupted.

"How come? You're always walking shirtless everywhere. By the way, I think it's the first time I come here and see you wearing a top. How come?"

"It was cold last night" Kevin answered quickly.

"You say he likes to walk shirtless? He likes to walk around wearing nothing. As soon as he's alone here he gets into his birthday suit and only dresses up when someone gets back" Ralph intervened.

"Hey, that's bullshit..." Kevin started.

"Is that? I saw it. Mom saw it. Everyone did. Why do you need to get naked then?" Ralph asked.

"I dunno... Well, it's obvious, it's more comfortable..."

"Nah" now it was Peter's turn to say something. "There I'll have to disagree with you, bud. I don't think being naked makes me feel more comfortable..."

"Me either" Ralph added just to make Ralph's point stronger.

"So, it makes the two of us" Peter continued. "I think there's nothing more comfortable than wearing sweatpants and I'd rather wear them to be naked and I'm sure Ralph would rather wear shorts..."

"That's for sure. I never walked around the house naked..."

"See?" Peter felt confident with Ralph's support.

"What's the point?" Kevin asked visibly lost.

"The point is... I'm comfortable. Your brother is comfortable. But you ain't" Peter finished, aware that his point was made.

"And who cares?" Kevin asked again.

"I do" Peter answered.

"Me too" Ralph did the same.

"I mean, it's unfair that me and your brother are here feeling comfortable when you are not"

"That's true, bro" Ralph said in a calm and reassuring voice. "You and I stay almost all the time alone in this house and I know you would rather be naked but you ain't coz I'm here. It makes me feel bad. Sometimes I feel like going out just b'coz I'm keeping you from doing what you want. It bothers me a lot"

"Fuck. I don't mind about wearing clothes. What you talking about?" Kevin was still lost, not understanding what they wanted from him. He couldn't understand the way his brother was talking to him. He never cared about anything. He was lost.

"I know you do" Ralph answered.

"Yeah, he does. And as a matter of fact, I'm feeling a bit bothered right now as well"

"Well, I'm sorry about that, but what can I do to change it? There's nothi..."

"Lose your clothes and feel comfortable" Peter answered at once.

"What?"

"Yeah. That's what I wanted to say long time ago but didn't know how" Ralph explained. "I always felt like I should tell you that, but didn't know what to say. Then I asked Peter to help me coz I was really feeling bad in this house when you're around"

"I don't know what to say? I don't wanna be naked with you around" Kevin protested.

"Well, I'm sorry about that but you have to. That's another reason why I asked Peter to come here"

Without further notice, Peter and Ralph moved at once towards Kevin and started undressing him. It was quite unfair. Kevin tried to keep his pyjamas on, but it was in vain. All the effort he used to keep it on just made things worse. From the tension on the fabric, the pyjamas were torn in pieces to the point all Kevin had on him was the elastic band of his now destroyed shorts.

"What the fuck?" Kevin protested, his hands hiding his dick from being exposed.

Ralph didn't answer. He went to the door, locked it and put the key inside his pants.

"What you doing?" he asked astonished.

"We're helping you. If you stay long enough with us here, you'll see that in no time you will forget you're naked among other people and it won't bother you ever again" Peter grinned.

Kevin was extremely upset. He kept his hands on his dick and tried to pretend nothing was happening. Ralph and Peter sat on each side of the younger boy again and started playing videogame. They played for almost half an hour. Ralph asked if Kevin wanted to play too, but he didn't answer. So the two boys continued for another hour and they knew they could go on like this for as long as necessary. Then, finally, Kevin decided to speak again.

"When will you let me out? I have stuff to do"

"Clean my room, then I'll think" Ralph answered, eyes still glued to the TV.

"What? No way!"

"So, be my guest and stay there for as long as you want. I have all day. You don't"

Kevin was annoyed, he didn't want to comply but what choice did he have? "If I do that will you let me out?" he asked defeated.

"You gotta promise that whenever we're alone in this house you'll be naked" Ralph demanded.

"Fine" Kevin said. Well, it was that kind of `fine' we say but everyone knows it's no more than a lie. As soon as he saw himself out of the room, he'd have his clothes back on and pretend nothing happened. Actually, he'd probably tell everything to his parents and have his brother punished. It happened before and Ralph knew how it worked, but this time he pretended he believed.

"So start" Ralph pointed to the messy wardrobe.

Kevin got up still hiding his penis, but barely he knew that what Peter wanted to see wasn't his dick, but his ass. A room cleaning task would make the show so much better he decided to leave Ralph playing by himself while he enjoyed the view of his best friend's ass. And it was a nice one, not too big, but perfect for a good pounding. Big enough for the ass to work like cushions.

Ralph had made sure he'd have his room messy enough to keep Kevin busy for more than one hour and so it did. In the beginning, Kevin was still trying to hide his swollen dick, but then he realized it wasn't helping. He decided to pretend he wasn't naked and it worked. In no time Kevin was walking around the room wearing nothing but an elastic band around his waist cleaning and putting stuff in their right place. Peter was quiet, watching, drooling. His long dick leaking inside his pants.

"Clean behind the TV, then under the bed too" Peter asked as if he owned the place.

Kevin didn't want to argue anymore. He was cleaning for more than forty minutes and he just wanted to finish and move on with his life. He kneeled down and, completely unaware of those guys' real intentions, he tried to reach for the back of the TV, exposing his asshole for the world to see. Ralph didn't look surprised, but Peter actually took a grip of his hard dick and massaged it as the boy continued his cleaning task. Peter took a camera out of his backpack and started taking pictures. Many of them. Even when Kevin finished that part and moved to the bed, Peter continued with the shooting, sometimes photos, sometimes videos.

When Ralph noticed Kevin was almost done with the cleaning, he looked at Peter who nodded as if allowing him to go on with the next stage of the plan.

Ralph pressed the TV/AV button of his remote control and suddenly they were watching a woman being gang banged by a bunch of young guys. Kevin couldn't help but hear the new sound, a lot of moaning that starkly contrasted to the videogame.

He turned around to see what was going on and felt mesmerized with the video. It was a good one, anyone into straight porn would feel like watching it. For Kevin, that was something quite new. Well, he's watched porn before, but never with so many people, never with so many guys. That was different indeed. And those were a lot of hunk guys that wouldn't be much older than him (some of them looked like being as old as Kevin), which made everything even more special for his fourteen-year-old imagination. He didn't want his brother and Peter to notice how interested he was, but there was no way to deny it. He tried to find a position near the bed from where he could watch the video without being noticed by the two guys, but the idea didn't work.

"Why don't you come and join us? I think you're done cleaning already" Peter suggested.

"Yeah, just sit down and rest" Ralph supported his friend.

Kevin was a bit slow and naïve, but he knew he'd end up having a huge hardon if he watched a bit more of that video. It was already happening, he knew the worse was still to happen. "Nah, I'm fine here. Still got stuff to finish"

"Dude, are you shy coz you're spotting a hardon? All of us are hard right now. What's the point in being shy? We're all men. This happens to all of us" Peter tried to sound very friendly and reassuring so Kevin could feel like sitting down with them despite being naked and hard. Kevin imagined that, but the idea didn't seem so appealing anymore. He tried to hide his cock with his hand like he's done before, but it was awkward now. He wasn't very big, maybe five inches, but it was already hard to hide with his bare hands. He looked for something he could use to hide it, like a pillow, but everything was on the other side of the room in the wardrobe. This means he would have to cross the room and go through the space that separated the boys from the TV, being exactly in front of them, naked and hard.

"Kevin, will you keep cleaning forever? I thought you had other things to do" Ralph said. "Sit down here and soon I'll give you the key"

Kevin was annoyed. He wanted to get out from there, but the price he had to pay for that was too high. He thought about the pros and cons of sitting down with them. He had no idea at all of their intentions, so he didn't put these facts on the equation that led him to the conclusion that there wouldn't be so bad to sit down there even hard. As Peter said, they'd be hard too, so it's all among men.

Slowly, Kevin went back to the couch, he approached his big ass to the boys before sitting down, hands still covering his dick. Peter smiled with the prospect of fucking his first ass that day, a nice one indeed. He wasn't thinking about the fact that the owner of the ass was a boy like him, he actually forgot it completely.

The action on the TV was hot, even hotter if you think the audience was composed by three horny teenagers. None of them was jerking off, although they'd like to be doing that more than anything in the world. Their wish could be taken from the sounds they made when adjusting their bodies on the couch, when they breathed deeply and sighed as their cocks ache in their pants or under hands. Peter and Ralph knew they had to give Kevin a few minutes in order to get him more involved with the film and forget about leaving the room. That wouldn't take too long for this to happen, the boy couldn't even blink his eyes anymore. Peter made sure he was absorbed in the images before speaking again.

"Hey, I think that guy looks like you" he referred to Kevin who took a while to understand Peter was talking to him. "The one with the bigger cock on the right"

Kevin had never talked about dicks with other guys like that. He's never seen so many dicks on the screen and everything looked so new and exciting. He'd remember he was naked among those older guys, but most of the time he'd forget it. In the end, he did feel comfortable naked, so he thought it wasn't that bad after all.

"Have you ever thought about being a porn star, Kevin? You got the body for that. I mean, look at those guys, your body looks even better than theirs"

Kevin swallowed hard. He heard his name when Peter spoke. He was indeed talking to him. Kevin's eyes scanned the video looking for the guy on the right with a bigger cock. He felt a bit inferior. Although he had indeed a better body, his dick was smaller. One of the few muscles in his body he wouldn't be able to grow in the gym. As for the appearance, the actor did look like Kevin. The face wasn't too different. Kevin didn't know what to say.

"These guys make a lot of money. Very easy money I'd say" Peter continued.

"Yeah. I read somewhere they could make thousands of dollars for each one of those scenes. Can you imagine it?" Ralph lied but he didn't feel bad about it. The point there was to have Kevin interested in becoming a porn actor.

"All of this money and all you gotta do is to fuck a chick" Peter sounded dreamy. "I bet Kevin could be one. Such a lucky bastard"

Kevin didn't want to recognize it, but he did feel good about it. These two older guys, one of them his older brother, were acknowledging him as the only one in the room worth becoming a porn star. He was better than the two of them. He started to feel bold, happy for being himself.

"Don't you think about being a porn star, Kevin?" Peter insisted.

"I dunno. Never thought about it"

"What if a porn director appeared here right now and asked you if you'd like to try it. Would you?"

At this time, the actor who supposedly looked like Kevin, came near the camera and started fucking the woman in the center. Kevin felt different, as if he was the guy on the screen. The empathy with the actor had a purpose and it was working.

"Maybe" Kevin hesitated.

"Maybe? You kidding? It's the chance of your life. It's one in a thousand who's actually invited to be a porn star. How you dare to say `maybe'?" Ralph asked acting better than the actors on the video.

"Well, I'd say yes" Kevin fixed his last sentence as he agreed with his brother. No man would say no to that invitation.

"You so lucky" said Peter. "I bet it can happen quite soon. The only problem is that you don't have experience. They could find someone better than you in this aspect"

"But I will learn..." Kevin replied. Peter was more than happy when he heard these words. It meant the boy fell in the trap.

"What if you practice now then? I'm pretty sure we could even make a video and send to a studio someday. What do you say?" Peter asked already standing up.

"I dunno... What should I do?" Kevin asked still hesitantly.

"Well, just pretend you're fucking someone. Like the guy in the video"

"Even a child can do that. Stand up" Ralph stood up too. "Lay on the bed and pretend you're fucking someone. It can't be that hard"

Kevin stood up, but he wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing. Still holding his hard dick, he felt like a puppet in the hands of those guys he knew so well but who seemed so different to him at that moment.

"How do you expect to be in the porn industry if you can't stop hiding your dick, asshole?" Ralph said, calling his brother asshole for the first time. That was risky, because it could awake Kevin to the situation he was putting himself into, but Peter wouldn't let it happen. Not now he was so close to fuck his first ass, he wouldn't let the chance go.

"Don't be ashamed" Peter said quickly. "Remember we're among guys and we're friends. Just think you're in a porn set, forget about everything else. Fucking is natural to us men, so just go with the flow. We'll give you tips based on what the guys do in the video"

Kevin neared the bed and put his knees over it. As he thought this was just an experience among male friends, he let go of his penis, hard enough to make it point upwards. That's another important moment Peter has been waiting for.

"Oh, that's a bit disappointing" Peter was fast to say.

"What's that?" Kevin asked surprised.

"Your dick is too small. What's the size? Six?" Peter knew that it would be smaller than six. He also knew six inches is not small, but he had to make Kevin believe his dick wasn't good enough. He also had to make Kevin believe that it was ok to have everyone looking at him and talking about his most private parts. Kevin did look concerned, but Ralph stopped him from hiding his dick again by holding his arm.

"Don't be shy. When you start making the videos, everyone will be looking and talking about you. Just get used to it"

Ralph sounded genuinely worried and helpful, at least that's what Kevin thought. Kevin eased his arms and let his dick stand untouched.

"That's the one I have" Kevin said. What else could he say?

"Well" Peter seemed thoughtful, "directors have certain strategies when actors look good from certain angles, but not from all of them. We just have to find the right angle. Or even better, we can forget about your dick completely and focus on other parts of your body that look more... appealing"

"And what looks appealing?" Kevin asked curious.

"I'd say your face looks nice and your ass also looks better than the ones of those guys. The rest is pretty much the same. So we just need to focus on your face, mainly your mouth, and your ass. You know, when the guy is fucking is possible to film only his ass moving back and fro, maybe his balls, but that's it"

"Yeah, that's a good idea" Ralph agreed. "So let's do this. Kevin, get on your fours on the bed and pretend you have a chick under you. Make believe you're fucking her ass. Peter will record it with his camera"

Kevin thought it was weird at first, but then he realized there was nothing to worry about. His brother could be crazy, but he wouldn't do anything to harm him. Peter was the same, they knew him for so long, he was a nice guy. What bothered Kevin at the moment is what he saw on the video. He turned back to face the TV again and saw more dicks and it made his cock twitch again. Why seeing other guys' cocks was making him horny? He quickly glanced Peter's crotch and `oh, fuck. That's huge'. He pretended he didn't see anything but every chance he had his eyes would scan Peter's crotch to check out if his dick was still hard. Sometimes he would look at it just to make sure that what he saw was really his dick. Maybe it could be just his impression. But every time he checked that phallic stuff was still there, regardless of how much Peter moved his body or walked around. Kevin tried to pretend harder, he promised himself he wouldn't look again, but it was so hard for him to control his eyes. To make things worse, he had Peter moving towards his ass to make a video of him fucking the air. He should feel like hiding himself again, but instead he felt like doing better on camera. If his cock wasn't good enough he'd show he was good as an actor and deliver the hell of a performance.

Kevin worked his hips very well, back and fro, up and down, he even twerked as a pro. If that's a show they wanted, they would have one. In the meantime, Ralph appeared in front of him holding another camera.

"We need to make sure you look like a porn star when you're fucking the bitch. Just keep doing what you're doing but try to look like you're enjoying it" Ralph explained.

"How?" Kevin didn't know how to look like a porn star.

"Think about the guys on the video" that's all Ralph said as instruction.

Kevin tried to remember what he saw and the videos he watched before that day. He saw a mix of images, faces, guys trying to show pleasure by frowning brows, squeezing their eyes, licking their lips. Kevin tried all of that while he kept moving his hips. He thought it was strange, but that should be ok. Ralph got on the bed and asked Kevin to look up at him. Kevin did but not before noticing that his brother was also hard under his shorts. He wished he hadn't seen anything, but at that moment he couldn't think about anything else but dicks. Ralph's shorts were tenting just in front of his eyes, but he'd stick to the plan. He wouldn't look, he couldn't.

"Say something hot" Ralph instructed.

"What?"

"I dunno. Things guys say when they're fucking. Something like fuck yeah', you bitch'"

Kevin tried that too, he even tried to sound more mature as he did. He felt as if he's been doing that for a few minutes, the sound of men moaning on TV, it was intense for his young mind. When his hips got tired from all the humping, Peter said it was ok.

"It's not working. I know you're trying but it's not looking nice"

"Yeah, his face looks bit retarded, not sexy at all" Ralph agreed. His covered dick still just a few inches away from his little brother's face.

"You know... I've read it somewhere once... what those stars do to look more genuine" Peter started, "they try to look like the girl on the video, not the guy, coz they look more sexy and into the fucking than the guys"

"How's that?" Kevin asked, honestly interested in doing it better. By this point, he was really into the porn thing, he truly believed he was training how to be a porn star.

"Well, just pretend you're the girl, not the guy" Peter stated from behind.

"Yeah, now think about how the chicks look like and try to imitate them" Ralph said. Kevin looked up at his brother, then imagined the girls in the videos he watched. "Yeah, you're getting better" Ralph praised him for the first time.

From the waist down, Kevin continued doing what he was doing before till he felt Peter's hands touching his ass slightly. It made his already sweaty body shiver. He looked over his shoulder and found Peter there, and the hardon still in the same position.

"You're still doing as if you're fucking the girl. Try to do as if you were the girl being fucked"

"Seriously?" Kevin asked.

"Fuck yeah. Think you gotta pussy and there's a guy fucking you. You'll feel this will be completely different. It'll be easier to go on and once you feel comfortable as being the girl, it's gonna be so easy to act like the man"

Peter was so serious, Kevin believed him. The younger boy stopped his hips, all the fucking motion, and he imagined how to make it differently, how to be the girl. Now, instead of moving as if he was fucking, his hips moved as if there was someone behind him pumping his ass and moving him forward. Naturally, his face changed, the moans he faked changed too. It sounded as if he was in pain, but he couldn't have enough of it.

"Great, now say something too" Ralph asked again. "But as the girl would say"

Kevin looked back at him, as if asking what he meant. Ralph continued, "well, the same shit the girls say when being fucked. I dunno. Try the basic. Fuck me', yeah, that's big', I love your cock', gimme more', I wanna feel your balls hitting my chin and yours on my pussy'"

Kevin did notice that Ralph's basic phrases were way more detailed than the ones he gave as example in case he was the guy not the girl. But it does feel like chicks say way more things than the guys. It was so much easier to think about to say as a girl than a guy. Naturally. Then Kevin started. Shy at first, but more natural later. Exactly the sentences his older brother taught him, over and over again. Then out of the blue he said "your dick is so big, Peter". When he said Peter's name he lowered his voice so he thought no one heard him. He stopped talking for a while to see if there was any reaction from the other guys, but there was none. They didn't say anything. It made Kevin feel like he could go on, he just should be more careful next time. But it's obvious Peter heard it. He was extremely proud of himself and ready to move on.

"This is getting better, but we can make it even better, you know?" Peter suggested.

"How?" Ralph asked, not letting his brother talk.

"Well, if Kevin's got this better just imagining he was being fucked, think how much better he'd be if he had something to interact with"

"Like what?" Ralph asked on behalf of his wondering brother.

"Well, he's the girl being fucked, right? We got two real guys here who could pretend they're the guys doing the fucking. Two dicks..."

"Yeah, that makes sense" Ralph agreed promptly.

"Wait, what will you do?" Kevin finally was allowed to ask.

"You don't have to change anything. Just keep doing your thing. We'll just take out our dicks and shoot the video with our dicks around you. It's actually the same thing, but I believe you'll act much better if you feel like this is real" Peter said.

"I'm not touching your dicks..." Kevin contested a bit concerned.

"You don't need to. It's just for the video" Ralph was the one doing the talk now. "but you can look at them, you know, to inspire you"

Ralph jumped out of the bed and in a quick movement of his hands, he had his shorts on the floor. With the same flash speed, he came back to where he was before, his seven-inch dick very close to his little brother's face. Kevin felt intimidated, but took a good look at his big bro's dick. He never saw another guy's dick so close, he never saw another guy's dick hard in front of him. That was different from the films and even from his own dick that he's never seen that close. It had texture, odour, warmth, will; it twitched in front of him in an appealing but menacing way.

While Kevin studied his brother's dick, he barely noticed Peter going after his backpack and bringing it with him to the bed. The sound of zippers being opened didn't break the enchantment that had Kevin mesmerized. Peter knew it was a `now or never' moment. But it still demanded carefulness to not let his prey run away in panic. He touched Kevin's ass slightly and the boy didn't give it much importance. Peter knew that touching Kevin's butt wouldn't be a reason for protests, but the asshole would definitely be a whole different story. Maybe he shouldn't touch it at all, just leave it for his dick when he was about to penetrate. He caressed the buttocks very slightly at first, then he applied more pressure, gradually increasing the strength and the speed of his hands.

Kevin noticed something was going on with Peter and his ass. He looked over his shoulder again, Peter was waiting for a reaction of this kind.

"There's a lot of touching in these films, right?" Peter excused himself. Kevin had enough time to see Peter had his dick still inside his pants, which let him down a little bit. He didn't understand why he was so interested on Peter's dick. He thought it was ok, his curiosity was normal, he just wanted to see how big it was. All of this was so new to him. Actually there was a lot of curiosity and experimentation going on there not only for him, but also for Ralph and Peter. Kevin couldn't protest now, it felt good to be the main character of a video his brother and his best friend were shooting.

Ralph held Kevin's chin and got his leaking dick next to the boy's face.

"Hey, you said no touching" Kevin managed to say but it was too late. His old bro's dick touched his cheek, sending Kevin's body backwards, toward Peter's excited hands.

"You ain't touching anything. I'm just making this a bit more real" Ralph explained. "You don't need to do anything, just pretend you're enjoying this and act like a pro"

There was so much information going through the boy's brain he couldn't say whether he wanted that to happen or not. He tried to get into his role again, but was interrupted by something different that touched his ass. Peter was spreading Vaseline all over Kevin's butt, spreading it evenly on the smooth skin that looked now even more inviting.

Kevin looked back again and Ralph's dick was now touching his ear. For a brief instant, Peter thought Kevin would protest but he was just curious. "This will make your ass look better for the camera. Don't worry, it's like makeup. I'll use it in my dick too" Peter showed the tube in his hand. There was no label there, so it didn't make any difference. Kevin didn't care, he just wanted to see the still covered dick. He turned his head towards his brother again, and the dick head was now touching his lips.

"Don't move" Ralph grabbed Kevin's head to prevent him from getting away again. "This is a nice shot"

Kevin protested now, he mumbled words he couldn't pronounce or a now familiar cock would invade his mouth. "It's ok, bro. It's just for the video. You know how those girls like sucking dicks on the screen. It must be good, don't you think?" Ralph had his patience growing thinner, and he covered his brother's nose with his fingers. "You don't need to suck it ok. But let it into your mouth just for the video. It'll look nice"

What choice did Kevin have? He opened his mouth for air and instead he received three or four inches of dick. He could have done something about it, he could have chopped off half of his bro's dick with his teeth, but he didn't. Kevin himself didn't know why he didn't do anything. He thought he would hate it, the taste would be terrible, the texture would make him throw up, but nothing of it happened. Ralph sighed, moaned a little bit just like the guys in the film. Kevin felt amazed. He was doing that with his brother.

As everything remained quiet on the front, Peter used that opportunity to get rid of his pants. No one noticed when he climbed the bed and filmed his own dick approaching Kevin's pucker. He spread Vaseline over his full eight inches and massaged the boy's butt with his shaft. He used a lot of Vaseline, then every time he looked at his dick he would use a bit more. That was the time. He used more pressure onto the anal sphincter and it opened to his dick head. It was a good thing to have a long but reasonably thin dick. It was slightly curved downwards, which was perfect for an anal penetration, although he had never thought of it. The head and the first two or three inches of Peter's dick reached with extraordinary precision Kevin's prostate. The shock of the sudden penetration made the boy yell, even with a mouth full of dick, but the touch of the prostate made softened his body and the first reaction he had of getting out of there. Peter left the camera behind and held Kevin by the waist, Ralph had his free hand on his brother's head. Kevin wanted to leave at first, but this will was quickly turned into a deep curiosity and need to please those boys who started using his holes for their personal satisfactions.

"Just like the girl in the video, ok?" Peter said from behind. "You'll be a perfect star, I'm hundred percent sure"

Peter strengthened the grip on Kevin's waist and shoved another inch into the boy's bowels. He mumbled again, but Ralph used the opportunity to get more of his dick into Kevin's mouth. Ralph and Peter gave each other a look of compliance and moved their cocks out of the respective holes just before shoving in a bit deeper. The same action repeated five or six times till the moment Kevin was impaled. Ralph didn't go too deep with his dick, but had it comfortably touching his younger brother's throat, whereas Peter had his balls touching Kevin's tightened balls. They stopped for a few seconds to give time for their new bitch to get used to his new role in life: receiving cock on both ends of his body.

"Are we hurting you?" Peter asked.

Kevin thought of saying yes, but that could disappoint Peter. Besides, although he felt uncomfortable at first, he was getting used to the invasion, so he just mumbled a brief `no'.

"Ok. So this is the part you must do your best and show how much you love being fucked" Peter explained, his own voice fading away due to his own excitement. "Gosh, this feels so good. You're so tight. I feel like fucking you forever. I ain't kidding"

Those last words drove Kevin crazy. He was really making a good job in pleasing these guys. In his whole life he loved helping people out just to see them happy and satisfied. He never thought his body could be used for the same purpose. Helping men made him feel like part of them, increased his sense of manhood, even if he was being fucked by them. It would take a few years for him to fully understand this, but eventually he'd see himself as born to satisfy other men.

Kevin took Peter's words seriously. He saw the image of a hot chick being fucked and acted like her. By this time, he had realized it was in fact much easier to act like this imaginary woman than other imaginary guys. There should have an implied message in all of that: he should be the girl not the boy in the relationship. He started moaning and slurping as his mouth moved back and fro on Ralph's dick. Ralph and Peter knew something would be happening that day, but not even in their wildest dreams they thought it would be that good. It was so much better than the expected, Peter suggested they should change positions, so Kevin sat on his lap and actually fucked himself on his pole. Ralph stood in front of him and fed Kevin his aching dick.

"I'm gonna cum. You swallow everything, k?" Ralph announced.

"I'll cum too. Deep inside of you" Peter said almost out of breath.

Kevin was insatiable. His older brother's cum hit the back of his throat and he swallowed so fast he couldn't taste it properly. At the same time, under him he felt Peter's breathing getting deeper till it turned into moans. Instinctively, Kevin reached his own dick and all he needed was a few strokes to have the strongest orgasm of his life. He panted, he closed his eyes and that amazing feeling lasted for ten seconds or a bit more. When he opened his eyes again, everything seemed weird and absolutely wrong. He jumped out of Peter's lap, grabbed the key to the door out of his brother's undies on the floor and got out in a blink of the eyes.

"Yeah, I had one of those post-orgasm regrets" said the now adult Kevin to me as I was still listening to every word he said. Everything Kevin told me made sense, and gave me a lot of ideas as to how to deal with Patty.

"But after that you changed. You were a cock whore when I met you" I remembered. "What was that? We were sixteen, right?"

"I think so. It's been two years since I had my first time with my brother and Peter. A lot happened since then, I changed a lot. My second time was way more complicated than the first one coz I couldn't accept that I was gay. I tried to be straight, but these things don't work like that"

"I'm not sure I know what you mean. I just want to fuck the guy I told you about, and have him sucking me" I said.

"Ok" Kevin answered. "But if he's straight as you saying, you gotta think well as to what do next"

"Yeah, I'd like your help"

"Well, whatever you need" Kevin winked. He looked at the watch, but we still had plenty of time.

End of part 09

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

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