Persuaded into Bitchdom

Persuaded into bitchdom – part 05

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Chapter 5

Juan got on the back seat, and I introduced him to Lee. Juan's cologne was strong. It was the first time I smelt that fragrance. It was different and pleasing.

We were on our way to the mall when Juan started talking about his first impressions of the team. From what he said, he was loving it. I'd say he liked it more than I did when I started. His excitement was explicit. Lee should be noticing it too.

"Isn't that true, Chris?" Juan asked me about how our team was better than others or something of the kind.

Lee punched me in the arm and motioned his head to Juan.

"What's wrong?" Juan asked.

"I'm boy for you, ok? For the team, I'm boy. We'll think about your nick later." I may have sounded authoritarian even when I used my apparent superior position to make myself inferior to the freshman.

"Ok. If you insist. Isn't that true, boy?" I don't know if Juan was being ironic, but I couldn't blame him. I'd be the same. Still, this was something I'd do for the team. I was the team's boy and not Juan.

"Yeah, that's true." I think I sounded a little rude. Lee reprehended me with a stern look that made me aware of my mistake. I couldn't be submissive if I had such bad attitudes. I'd need to learn how to tame myself.

In the department store, we went to the sports section. There were hundreds of different types of workout shorts. I was searching for something that looked like the ones I already had. I thought it'd be ok if I bought a smaller size of the same type.

"No, that's not the one." Juan was speaking to me. "Hey, boy? That's not the one. Craig said nano."

I had forgotten that. I didn't even know what nano gym shorts looked like, but I was soon to find out. Juan showed me one, and I was speechless. That was just too short.

"I can't... I mean, I don't think it's big enough for me. You know I have a big ass." I would do my best to be positive and accept anything Lee suggested. I could trust him.

"That's a giant ass." Juan smiled. I wasn't even talking to him.

"Yeah, and you have to be proud about it. That's what you got to offer. I'm sure every chick in uni will turn around to see you wearing this." Lee grabbed one and studied it.

"And every guy too." Juan was laughing now.

"That's possible. But it's better to have chicks AND guys looking at you than no one." Lee spoke and Juan shut up. "What's your size?" Lee asked me.

"I'm like L."

"Let's go with M then. What about you? What's your size?" Lee asked Juan.

"I'm M."

"So, S for you." Lee turned back to me. "Is that alright, bud?"

"He doesn't go for bud. He's a boy." Juan was laughing again.

"He wants YOU to call him boy. He's my bud though. Right, bud?"

Lee was the best.

"Course, bud."

"Let's try these then. To the changing room."

The rooms didn't have doors but curtains. Lee took us to the last one. The place was quiet, so we could choose. Such quietness allowed Lee to keep the curtain open and push Juan and me into the cubicle.

"Ok, take off your pants. Yeah, the two of you."

Juan didn't need further instructions. He was fast to let his pants fall and stepped out of them. I didn't want to be left behind, so I followed suit.

"If I got it right, you guys ain't allowed to wear underwear anymore. Is that right?"

"Yep," Juan answered quicker than me.

"So, get rid of them."

Again, Juan was faster than me. It was a little awkward to have him so close to me, but I wouldn't let that interrupt me. I couldn't afford to have Lee angry at me. At the same time, I didn't want him staring at my small dick, so I turned my back to him before lowering my boxers.

"That's a nice ass, isn't it?" Lee was talking to Juan.

"Yeah, that's amazing."

I blushed.

"He's been working hard. Only hard work can get you such a nice ass. Isn't that right, bud?"

"I've never worked so hard, to be honest."

"Feel happy about it, Chris. We're praising you for your achievement. Juan here would never get an ass like yours."

"I doubt I could. That's almost too perfect for a guy." Juan stammered.

I looked at Lee. He was expecting something from me.

"Thanks, man." I thought that's what Lee wanted, and his smile tranquillized me. I was doing it right.

"It's alright. I mean, it's really amazing, bu... boy. Amazing. Fuck. For a boy, it's more than perfect."

I felt so fucking good. It's hard to explain it, but those judging eyes were shut for more than a few seconds now. I was free for as long as I felt proud of myself. Juan would never have an ass like mine. I made someone envy me. I was so tired of looking at others and longing to have what I didn't. This time, it was different. I felt something similar when Karl showed me the letters guys from all over the country had sent to the magazine to praise me for my ass. The difference now is that it was live.

"Now then. This is yours," Lee gave Juan his shorts, "and this is yours" he gave me mine.

I could see it was too small but would give it a try for Lee. Those shorts were malleable and elastic. When I got it around my thighs they were already stretched to the max, but I kept pulling up. They didn't feel like gym shorts to me. It was more like Lycra shorts women wear. They were tight against my balls, and I think I got part of my ass crack exposed too. I looked back at Juan and saw he was also struggling with his attire, but not as much as I did. His ass was smaller than mine, but his dick much bigger. His package was almost indecent. I could see the outline of his dick and balls with detailed precision. It didn't seem to bother him though. I should say he looked proud of his dick. I should feel the same. My ass was much more incredible than his dick.

"Boy, I may not have an ass like yours, but you'll never get a dick like this." Juan grabbed his crotch.

"There's a lot of guys out there with a dick like yours, dude. But with an ass like this? This is hard work. I wasn't born like this."

Lee was happy. I was relatively happy too.

"And why would I want to have a nice ass? Men are made to have nice dicks." Juan insisted.

"You think so? I bet I'd get more attention with my ass than you with your dick."

"You wish."

"You'll see."

"Ok, enough with that." Lee interfered. I felt like a kid. "Those shorts look good to me."

"Are you serious? I think I'll rip the fabric. It's too tight, isn't it?" I wasn't whining but stating a concern.

"I don't think so. The label says the fabric is stretchy and resistant. I think people wear smaller sizes anyway. I've seen a lot of guys wearing the same in the gym. And they also look perfect on you guys." Lee had seen that, but I couldn't remember guys wearing something so tight and indecent.

Another point that I didn't think at the time is that we can never trust cheap clothes we buy in cheap department stores. Clothes without brands and half the usual price.

"This is a little uncomfortable..." Again, not a complaint.

"How does it feel, Juan?" Lee asked the freshman.

"It's alright, I guess." I couldn't believe him. He was lying.

"If he can take it, you should too. I bet this is better than those sweatpants you wore when the guys were cumming on you. Am I wrong?"

"No. This ain't that bad." Lee should be joking when he reminded me of what I've been through, so I laughed.

"There you go." Lee laughed too. "Hey, bud. Can you put these back on the shelf? We ain't buying them?"

Lee handed me the shorts we picked, but that we wouldn't buy. "And pick five more of this one you're wearing in sizes S and M. Juan and I will go to the cashier. See you outside."

"Are we walking out in these shorts?" I wasn't prepared for that yet.

"I think it's a good idea, so you can get used to it already. The sooner the better. Let's go."

I was suddenly back into the bottom of that well. Those judging eyes staring at me. Even worse than the judgment was the way they laughed at me. I know I've been through worse, but my previous experience didn't make this new one easier. I was basically naked. The few people around were looking at me. I could see them. What were they thinking? There were these two chicks buying sports gears who couldn't stop staring at me.

"Hey, what's your name?" one of them asked me. She was kinda cute.

"Chris..." I stuttered.

"My friend over there is so hot for you." The friend wasn't as cute, but still good looking. "Her number." She slid a piece of paper into my pocket. She struggled a little bit since the short's pocket wouldn't let her fingers in. She was also taking her time while her hand moved up and down over my back pocket. "Fuck, you're hot. This is the best male butt I've seen in my life." She said.

"Thanks..." I stammered.

"And shy? That's just perfect. Why don't you text us tonight?" She pinched my left bun.

I saw them moving away but still looking at me over the shoulders.

That felt surprisingly good. No one had ever said anything like this to me. I thought of Lee when he asked if I'd like to please women. Yes, I'd love to please those two girls. Not only that. He said my ass would make people notice me. I didn't expect it could be so fast.

I found the guys talking outside the shop. I should be looking happy.

"You don't look uncomfortable to me." Lee smiled.

"It's not that bad."

"Here." Juan showed me the shopping bags. I imagined he wanted me to carry them for him, so I picked them up. "Thanks, boy."

"It's alright."

I watched Juan as we walked back to the parking lot. On one hand, I thought it was nice to know I wasn't the only one wearing those skimpy shorts. I should be back to a different ritual, but now I had company. On the other hand, though, I felt sorry for him. First, because his ass wasn't as nice as mine, which doesn't mean it was a bad one, but far from being like mine. Second, because he was walking funny. It wasn't comfortable as he tried to make it look like. Lee noticed it too.

"Is it that bad?" Lee asked Juan as he pointed to his shorts.

"Honestly? It's kinda bad. The other guys in school used to call me `bull' because of my low hanging balls. It hurts to get them locked up between my legs like this." Juan sounded honest and, for the first time, even a little sad. I can't deny I felt bad for him. My balls didn't hurt at all, but I've been kicked over there before, and it hurt like hell. Juan should be feeling that sharp pain constantly.

"What if you try to loosen up the drawstring a little bit?" I asked.

"I'm afraid that if I do that, I'll get my pubes out. It could get worse." Juan opened his legs and tried to fix the position of his balls inside the shorts. His balls should be big as he claimed. "Yours doesn't hurt?" He asked me.

"No."

"Fuck, I envy you. This will kill me. I'm afraid I won't be able to go with this to the end. I don't know what to do if the guys decide to expel me from the team because of these stupid shorts."

I could totally understand him. That's the same fear that made me commit to the team and do everything they wanted. The team was more important than my personal desires.

I know I wanted to terrify our new teammate with the most merciless hazing, but once I saw his suffering, I changed my mind. I didn't want him to go through what I did. Somehow, I knew I could do that, but probably Juan couldn't.

We got in the car. Lee dropped Juan by his building and then we headed to my place.

"Don't you feel sorry for Juan? I saw he have really big balls. That must be killing him." Lee said.

"Yeah. I'm usually upset I've got a small dick, but that's saving me now."

"True. But don't think about you. You should think about him. Try to press your balls with your legs. Press hard." I put my left leg on top of the right one and squeezed my balls hard. Lee was helping me with that. Gosh, it did hurt. "Could you live with that pain?"

"No way."

"Somehow his ritual is worse than yours. I think walking covered in cum is ok as long as you're not hurt. I hope he doesn't give up."

I felt sorry for Juan. No one should go through such a pain to get in a team. I wish I could do something to help him out.

Lee stopped the car at the parking lot in front of my accommodation. He asked if he could come up with me. I couldn't understand why he wanted to come to my room since I had nothing there that could interest him but agreed.

I switched on the light, and Lee let himself in. The first thing he noticed was the clothes I used to hide the dildo on my desk.

"Why are you hiding it?"

"Oh, that..." I didn't know Lee was coming to my room. Of course, he should feel offended. I was hiding the gift he gave me. "Sorry. I was having visits, and it looked weird..."

Lee uncovered the dildo. "You don't need to hide it. Just say a friend gave it to you."

I remember I said that to Zac on the last day of my ritual. As I was feeling more comfortable without the cum on my body, the dildo wasn't that important to me anymore.

"There's something I wanna talk with you that is very important."

"What's that?" I sat on my bed. Lee was still standing by the desk.

"I glued this dildo to your desk not because I wanted to humiliate you, but because I want to help you."

"I know. Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"It's ok. You may feel you don't need it anymore since you're not receiving cum on your body anymore, but that's far from the truth. I gave this to you thinking of the time you'd start showering with your teammates. Didn't you pay attention to their dicks today? Didn't you feel like they were all bigger than you? Probably you thought they were better than you too because of that. Is that right?"

"Yeah, kinda. It's weird coz I've seen their dicks before, but it felt like it was the first time I saw them." Lee should know how I felt. He was always too precise in his descriptions. It was as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. We were the same somehow. I wanted to ask him how he made it up. How he became so confident and popular having a small dick like mine, but I didn't want to upset him. If he felt like it, he'd have said something already.

"That's what this dildo is for. Trust me, if you don't start practising what I taught you, you'll soon feel really bad. Probably, you won't feel like getting up in the morning at all."

That was scary. Lee should have faced that issue. I couldn't become depressed now.

"So, I need you to tell me exactly how you felt today in the showers." He had a stern look. I noticed his right hand touching the dildo's balls.

"As I told you, it's just like I've never seen them dicks before. It's weird, but when we were all naked, I could compare in real-time. And, you know... It's not easy."

"You know that the more you see them naked, the more you'll feel small, and it can destroy your mind. And this is how I want you to fight this problem. Come here."

I stood up and got myself close to Lee. He put his hand on my right shoulder and pushed me down onto my knees. I now had the dildo at my eye level.

"I may be saying the word dildo so much, it's annoying me." Lee laughed. "Women like to give names to their toys. Can you think of a name for him?" Lee asked.

"Not really." It had never crossed my mind.

"What about Greg?"

I knew Greg was Lee's first name. I didn't think it would be a problem since he was the one who gave the dildo to me.

"Ok."

"Good. I want you to look at Greg and say: Greg, you're better and bigger than all my friends' dicks. No one is better than you."

I was afraid I'd sound silly saying that, but there was no one else in my room. Lee didn't intimidate me. He only wanted to help me.

"Ok. Greg, you're better and bigger than all my friends' dicks. No one is better than you."

Lee would fix my head, pull my face forward closer to Greg, fix my posture and then make me repeat that sentence over and over again.

"Have you ever touched him?" Lee asked.

"No."

"Why don't you give it a try? He's yours. It's not a toy if you can't play with it."

I brought my hand up and over the desk. Lee helped me to hold Greg with his fingers over my hand and around the dildo. I knew Greg was huge, but it was something else when I had it in my hand. I could barely close my hand around it. It was amazing.

"I want you to feel like this is your own dick. Forget the one you have between your legs. THIS is your dick now. If you want to jerk off, you come to Greg and jerk him instead. I want you to do this every day. You can practice whenever you're in your room. I can guarantee you that before the month is over this will feel natural to you. Eventually, you'll forget you have a small cock, and you'll believe that it is Greg that is between your legs. This will help to boost your ego. And, don't forget. In the meantime, under no circumstance at all, you can touch your own dick. Understand?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"Good. Remember you're not doing this for me anymore, now you're doing this for you and your mental health. I don't want to see you depressed and sad."

I liked Lee for many reasons, but the most important one was the fact he was worried about me. I couldn't think of anyone else who had stated their concerns for my health. Only my mom.

"Now jerk it," Lee ordered.

My hand started moving up and down Greg's shaft. It felt very weird because Greg didn't have the skin to move up and down, so the friction between the latex and my hand was uncomfortable.

"You can use spit."

I was about to let go of Greg to spit on my hand, but Lee held my hand on Greg.

"No, that's not how you jerk a dick. Come up here and spit on him rather than on your hand."

I stood up and spat on Greg's head. I moved my hand to the top and spread it over the shaft. I had to repeat it several times till it was slimy enough, but it still felt weird on my hand.

"You'll get used to it. Don't worry. Just remember to use a lot of spit. Can you do that?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good boy. I need to leave now. Keep practising. Try to use your both hands. Make Greg feel good. This way, you'll feel good too. Remember..."

"He's my own cock..."

"Exactly. Good boy. And keep repeating he's better than everyone else. Ok? See you tomorrow then."

Lee saw himself out.

I could've stopped when Lee left, but maybe moved by curiosity or something else, I continued playing with Greg. I've only imagined what it'd be like to have a big dick and now I had one, even if a fake one, in my hand. Greg looked nice. A little intimidating, but he was beautiful. I wished he were mine for real. Probably, this is what Lee meant when he said Greg was my toy and I should play with it. I can't deny it was entertaining.

A knock on the door.

"Who's there?" I thought about covering Greg, but I opted not to. I still can't explain the nature of my choice.

"It's Bern. Can I come in?"

My hands smelt like latex. The whole room did. Well, in the past it smelt like cum, and it never bothered him. Anyway, should I be worried about Bern's feelings?

I opened the door, and he also let himself in. No one asked my permission. I should've been used to that already. For months, I've got guys coming in and out of my room.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Bernard was standing between my desk and the bed.

"Fuck, I thought that guy would never leave. I was waiting outside."

He looked at Greg but didn't say anything. I could only wonder what he was thinking.

Bernard pulled my chair and sat down. I didn't want to be the only one standing, so I sat on my bed.

"It's about what I asked you earlier today..." He continued. "Listen, I've never asked anything like this to any guy before. But I'm desperate, ok? You need to understand."

"Yeah, I got it."

"Do you?"

"I think I do."

He seemed more relaxed after hearing that. "Phew, I was worried I'd have to offer you money or something. Which I don't have, I swear. But, is there anything you want? I know I promised to find you a girlfriend, but that was BS. How could I find YOU a girl when I can't find ME one? I don't know what else to offer..."

"I don't know, Bern. This feels weird. I don't know what you think of me..."

"I think you're a nice guy, a great teammate. I know you are serious when you say you want to be part of the team. I know you are up to anything if it means you're one of us. What else? I mean, you're a nice lad, boy. That's why I'm here. If it were any other guy, I wouldn't bother."

"Why do you bother with me then?"

"Because you're a good boy. I think you'd like to help me out, but at that time you were just caught by surprise. I don't know. I thought that by now you'd have reconsidered your answer. You have, right?"

"You just want me to show you my ass?"

"Yeah. Not much. I like those shorts already. I mean, your legs look great."

Bernard was saying stuff that made me feel good. For months, I felt like I was no one, but now, I was receiving a lot of attention and respect.

On one hand, I thought it could be weird to show him my ass. We were both men after all. But, on the other, I wanted to know what it felt like to have someone aroused by me. It had never happened. At least, not that I was aware of.

I stood up and turned my back to him.

"Just don't make this weird, ok?" I don't know what I meant by that. There was no way it could not be weird. I don't think I knew what I wanted to be honest.

I heard Bern unzip his pants. I had forgotten he was there to jerk off.

"Fuck yeah, boy. Drop the shorts and let the show begin."

"Bern, this is weird..." I said it again when my fingers were hooked inside the short's waistband.

"Fuck, boy. There's no way back now. I'm hard already. You won't leave me like this. Just drop the shorts and forget I'm here."

Well, it couldn't hurt. It shouldn't be too hard to be naked in my room and forget about Bern's presence.

Like this, I slid the tight shorts down my legs and let them fall on my ankles.

"Fuck, yeah. Kick them away."

I stepped out of the shorts and kicked them to the side.

"Take off your tees too."

"Why?"

"So, it doesn't block the view. C'mon, it won't hurt."

Yes, it wouldn't hurt. I was naked now. I could hear Bern's hand jerking his dick. It was a sloppy sound, which meant he also liked to use spit as lube. I was looking at my wardrobe and had no idea about what was going on behind me.

"Why don't you kneel on your bed?" Bern suggested.

"What's that?"

"Just get back to your bed and stand on your knees."

Ok, I could do that too.

I walked to my bed, and Bern moved away with my chair. I put my knees on the mattress and got myself know looking at the wall.

"Good. Now you can put your hands on the mattress too?"

"This is getting really weird now..."

"Boy, c'mon. It's just to make the fantasy real. It won't hurt."

Yes, I was on my fours. I could see that Bern had moved closer to me. He should be three or four feet away from the bed. His hands moved faster now he was so close.

"You're too high on the bed. Can you go to the floor again?"

"Why do you need to make this so difficult?"

"Oh, c'mon. It won't hurt. Just be on your fours on the floor now."

I was decided not to look at Bernard. I didn't want to see his hard dick again. I got myself back to facing the wardrobe and moved around until I got into a specific position that he acknowledged as the best.

"Fuck, boy. What a nice ass you have. Seriously, it's better than any chick I've ever fucked. How can a guy have such a nice butt?"

"Workout. I've been working out my legs ever since I started playing with you guys."

"It's working good. I've never heard of anyone getting perfect like this in such a short time."

My ego was having another boost.

"I'm sure there are others..." I said.

"Not that I know. I'm glad you'll be walking in those shorts now. You'll be able to show these buns to the world. You couldn't keep hiding it to yourself. We have to show what we got best in our bodies. Open your legs a little more, so I can see your inner thighs. You know how hard it is to work out that part of the body, right? So many muscles over there."

I wasn't thinking too much about what I was doing anymore. For a second, I forgot that Bernard was jerking off. But, eventually, he reminded me.

It wasn't announced. I just felt that warm liquid hitting my back. Something I was very used to. Yes, he was cumming on my back.

"Fuck, man. Not again!" I complained.

"C'mon, boy. It's not like this is your first time. Besides, it's better than cumming on the carpet, right? It's all clean. It's easier to clean if it's on your skin, I'm sure."

"Now, how do I get up? I don't want it on the carpet."

"Where's your cum rag?"

"What?"

"Your cum rag? Every guy has one, right? Where's yours?"

"I don't have one. I usually use paper that I get in the toilet."

"Then what should I do? Do you want me to get paper for you?"

"Yeah, that could work."

Bernard stood up, put his dick back into his pants, opened the door and left. I didn't say anything about closing the door, right? Yes, he left it open. I thought about calling him back, but I didn't want others to hear me. I was considering my options. I could stay there. I could stand up and close the door. I could dog walk and close the door. The last option won.

I was about to touch the door when I saw a pair of legs in front of me. I looked up. Fuck.

"Hey, boy. I like the view. What's that on your back? Don't tell me... Hey, no one told me we could cum on you again." Zac was happy but disappointed at the same time.

"That's nothing like that..."

"Like what? I know what cum looks like. I've seen it all the time for the last four months. So, what's going on? It's not every time I see naked guys walking like dogs with cum on the back."

"Gosh, it's Bernard. He wanted to... Man, just wait till he's back and he can explain."

"I don't care. Seriously. As long as you let me do the same."

"You can't be serious."

"I am. What's the deal? You're letting guys cum on you for no reason? I knew you liked cum from the beginning. I bet it's addictive. Can all the guys cum on you again?"

"Fuck, NO! I can let you, but don't tell anyone else. If I hear anyone talking about it, I'll forbid you."

"Hey, relax. It's ok. Just me and Bernard then? Ok. Anyway, I can do that later coz now I got a bitch to fuck in town. Do you smell this? New cologne. Bought it this morning. They say it works like a radar. They guide you to the nearest available pussy." He smirked. "See you later then."

And if by magic, Bernard was back with the paper.

"Why did it take you so long? Why didn't you close the door?" I asked a little pissed.

"I met the guys over there. Sorry, I forgot. Gosh, boy. You don't need to be so sensitive."

"Ok." I took the paper from his hand. "Now, fuck off."

"What about..."

"Fuck off!"

I shut the door. It wasn't an easy job to clean my back like that. Maybe Bernard was offering to help me when I kicked him away. I started feeling bad for treating him like that, but it was his fault I have now bound to Zac again. I just couldn't think about that yet. What would be of my life now that I had Zac back into my life?

I stood up ever so careful not to let any of Bern's cum spill onto my carpet. The liquid used the curves of my back muscles to make its way to my ass crack where I caught it with the toilet paper. I took a shower before going to bed.

In the morning, I saw the bag with my new shorts sitting on my chair. I was thinking it was better than having two or three guys wanking around my bed. Think positively! I put on the same pair I wore the day before. The fabric was adjusting to my body already. At least, I didn't feel as uncomfortable as when I tried it for the first time.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Usually, I wouldn't do that, but I felt impelled to. I can't deny my ass looked great. It really did. My legs were also strong and proportional. The tight shorts made it very clear. Maybe too clear though. Probably, my boxers were bigger than those shorts. I wondered how Juan was dealing with this situation.

I touched my ass and remembered the piece of paper those chicks in the shop gave me yesterday. There was a phone number there. Riley was her name. I texted her a `Hi! How's it going? I'm the guy from yesterday. Your friend gave me your number.' I waited for a couple of minutes, but she didn't answer. I put the phone in my backpack, as it wouldn't fit in those shorts anyway, and walked out of the dormitory.

Basically, everyone was looking at me. I was used to that already, but this time, I had more chicks staring than men. Guys would laugh and say shit that wouldn't bother me – not after what happened to me in the past – and the chicks were calling me names. But good ones. Hottie, babe, love da ass... It made me blush, but it made me good too. It's never happened to me. I've been a shadow for my whole life. When people finally saw me, I was covered in cum. Now, they saw me again, but because of my figure. I worked out hard, and it was paying off.

I did feel good, but exposing my figure like that didn't ease my shame. My shaved legs were uncovered, and my dick along with the lack of a proper package should make people think I was tucking. If I saw a picture of my crotch, I'd say that belonged to a woman. No bump. No volume. Nothing. I stretched my tees trying to cover the shorts with it, but maybe it was making me look even sillier. If my t-shirt was too long, they'd think I was naked under it.

`Ok, Chris. You've been through worse. It's alright. Be proud.'

During lunchtime, Craig and Drew invited me to share the table with them.

"Glad to see you're wearing your new shorts already." Craig, who was sitting on my side, put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it. "How do you feel?"

"Not too bad. I thought it would be worse." Everything that happened to me, I'd compare with the time I used to walk around with jizz dripping from my nose. "Chicks seem to love my ass."

"I'm sure they do." Craig laughed. "Who wouldn't, right Drew?"

"Yeah, I didn't know you had such a nice ass till yesterday. I'm sure you'll become popular now that you're not shy about it."

Not being shy about my ass was debatable. I blushed once again. Me popular? How could it happen?

"Did someone take you there? It was almost night when we finished training." Craig asked.

"Yeah, I went with Lee and Juan."

"Oh, really? You hanging out with Juan? That's good. You're finally doing something. After pretending we didn't exist for how long? I want you to spend all of your free time with him."

Craig needed to make me feel bad for my negligence. This was his strategy to make me commit more and dedicate more time to the team.

"Why do I need to be with him?"

"Because he's the new guy. I want him to feel like we're a family. I made sure to have the whole team with you when you started playing with us. Now it's your turn."

Yes, the whole team was in fact with me all the time. Unloading litres of cum on my face and body. I don't think Craig had forgotten this detail.

"By the way, these shorts look great on you, but I'm not so sure about the t-shirt." Craig was eating his vegetarian burger. He didn't know anything about table manners.

"What's wrong with my t-shirt?"

"We can talk more about this after our training later today. We got a surprise for you."

I could only imagine what kind of surprise he had in store for me. It didn't take too long for me to know though. As soon as the training was over, we headed to the locker room. Juan and I had trained in our new shorts. It was weird but I can't say it affected my performance. The fabric did stretch and adjusted to my body like a second skin. But the more I moved the more vulnerable and exposed I felt. Bernard, for instance, was touching my ass constantly. It wasn't a simple friendly pat. He used to do that with the others when they did good and helped the team to score a point. With me was more like a rub. His hand wouldn't stop on my butt. In many instances, he slid his hand from the base of my ass crack to the top. At first, I asked him to stop. He would answer me with a grin. It continued though. By the end of the game, I wasn't complaining as much anymore. I wasn't a fighter after all.

I undressed with the guys. I didn't have my jocks on, so I was naked. The same happened with Juan.

"Gosh, this is a relief." Juan sighed.

"What's that?" Damian asked.

"My balls hurt in these shorts, man. Not complaining, ok? Just my balls are too big."

It was a fact. Juan's balls hanged low way below his dick. It reminded me of a bull or one of those animals we watch on the Discovery Channel.

"Ouch." Damian was looking at Juan's balls. We could see how he should be suffering. In the practice, he didn't look comfortable at all. "I can only imagine your pain, bud."

"It's all right. Maybe I'll get used to this, right?"

"The boy over there is a living proof that we can get used to anything in this life." Bernard was talking about me. He didn't need to say what he was referring to. We all knew it very well.

"Yeah," Craig spoke up. "Besides, your ritual isn't over yet." He threw a t-shirt at Juan and another at me.

I unfolded it. It was a sleeveless shirt like the ones we wore for practice. It looked one or two sizes smaller than the one I was wearing. On the back, I found my number and on top of my name. But it wasn't exactly my name there.

"What's this?" I asked rhetorically.

"Your new uniform." Craig smiled.

"My name ain't `BUNS'. What does this mean?"

"You see. We got some reputation with the cum showers we gave you. It worked very well with a few students as you may have noticed. But after a couple of months, I was asked by the sport's counsellor to explain what was happening to you. Or what we were doing to you. It was a difficult situation. He was talking about this guy who walked around with sperm on his face. He understood that hazing was a normal practice among us but wanted to establish limits and what we did to you shouldn't be within those limits. I had to say that that wasn't sperm, of course not, how could someone have so much sperm on the body as you did? I said it was fake shit we made and sprayed on you. Then I said you liked it too. You never complained about it, and you volunteered. Apparently, he asked coach Lane about it too, and he confirmed my version of the story."

I couldn't say he wasn't right. I had in fact agreed and volunteered. Craig asked me if I'd be willing to go through this, and I said yes.

"I should've been consulted..." I think my remark sounded a little harsh as if I was complaining. "I mean, that's the normal procedure, right?"

"Yeah, he asked me to invite you in for a private talk. And I did." Craig didn't invite me for anything.

"No, you didn't."

"Well, I did, but I invited someone else who pretended to be you. I was trying to help you. The counsellor is hard to deal with. If you talk with him, you'll understand. The guy acts like a cop. I was afraid you could end up saying we were cumming on you for real, and that could get me expelled. Do you want to see my expulsion?"

"No, of course not."

"So, you understand why I had to come up with this plan, right? I found someone who could lie like a champ. The guy is crazy. But even he ended up lying, and it got us with a huge problem. You see, the guy said that he, or in this case, you are gay. And that you loved wearing cum either real or fake."

"Bullshit!" I was astonished.

"I'm telling ya. It did happen. We thought the counsellor had bought the story, but he started sending people to come and take a look at you to see if you were being hazed. Maybe you haven't noticed, but every now and then there's a man watching us from the bleachers. We stopped your showers, but they're still coming. I think they don't believe you're gay. That's my only guess."

"Fuck, that's sick." I should now be in shock.

"I know. You see, when my friend said you're gay, he inferred you're not just gay, but a cock-craving fag. He didn't say it with these words, but it's obvious the counsellor sees you as such. You know, not every gay man in the world would let other guys cum on his body and face and still walk in public covered in jizz. So, the counsellor's men come to watch you, and they don't see that cock-hungry fag they were told about."

"And what this has to do with this t-shirt?"

"That's the part where we try to change these men's opinion about you..."

"Hey, I'm not into cocks, ok? No-sex rule, remember?"

"I know. What do you think I am?" Craig was a little pissed with my remark. "You don't need to BE a cock-hungry fag, but you can at least LOOK like one."

"What does that mean? I won't start wearing make-up and walking on high heels..."

"You have no idea of what cock-hungry fag is about, uh? I don't want you to be a sissy, just let the world know you're gay and horny. Fags like you would be proud of being a bottom fag."

"What's a bottom fag?"

The guys laughed at me. Was I sounding too naïve?

"Hey, I know what that is," Juan spoke out. "Bottoms are the guys who take it in the ass, and the tops the ones who fuck them, right?"

"Yeah, something like that." Craig was still laughing.

"I said I'm not doing anything with cocks..." I'd protest forever if necessary.

"Don't you understand English? I said you won't. Being a bottom fag is not only about taking dicks. It's also about how you behave. It's about being submissive to other guys and, trust me, you are a sub whether you know it or not."

Lee had told me that before. So, it wasn't just Lee's opinion. Everyone saw me as a submissive man. I still didn't understand what that meant. Lee said it had to do with saying more yes than no; taking pleasure from pleasing other people. I've never felt anything when pleasing others. In fact, have I ever pleased anyone? These concepts were still too blurry for me.

"And how should I behave?"

"You'll see." Craig's smiled turned into a grin. "Juan, get your ass over here."

Juan and I were the only ones naked in the group. Juan seemed alright with that, but I wasn't. Craig put Juan right in front of me.

"Kiss him," Craig said to Juan.

"Kiss... him?" Juan was as appalled as me.

"Are we still speaking English? I said k.i.s.s. h.i.m."

"You mean in the mouth?" Juan was more confused than scared.

"Yeah. In the mouth. Do you think it's bad? We can still go back and try the cum showers."

"No, this is fine by me."

Juan's face was coming closer and closer to mine. Dangerously closer. It was going to happen. I closed my eyes for the unavoidable. Then a peck on my lips.

The guys laughed.

"What's that? Is Chris your gramma? I said kiss him. Think Chris is... I don't know... the last woman in the world. Think your life depends on this kiss, coz it somehow does. You either kiss him as you mean it, with tongue and tons of saliva, or we'll put you on your knees and cum on your face. Kiss buns now. And remember, YOU are the man, HE is the girl."

Now I was both buns' and girl'. I still preferred boy'. Could I still get them to call me boy'?

Juan's face was approaching mine again, but this time, he wasn't holding back. He held me by the neck and kissed me as he meant it. I didn't correspond at first. I even tried to keep my mouth only half-opened, but he forced his way in with his tongue and teeth. His hand moved from my neck to my hair. He pulled my head down and I leaned backwards. In this new position, Juan was basically on top of me. His hand holding my head kept me from falling. Instinctively, I tried to get up again, but I found his mouth on the way. I was basically forcing myself onto his mouth as I struggled to get back up. He wouldn't let me, though.

It was the first man I kissed a man. No, that was the first time a man kissed me. I could feel the dark stubble on his cheeks and around his mouth rubbing against my soft skin. That was a man kissing me. I couldn't pretend it was something else.

In the background, I heard the guys laughing and cheering us up. I don't remember exactly what they said because Juan's kiss was strong enough to separate my body from my soul.

So, this is how women feel when they are kissed by passionate men? I've heard how women say what being kissed should be like. I've never considered myself a good kisser because I used to worry too much about hurting the girls I was with. Juan was different. He knew what breathtaking meant. I couldn't inhale because his mouth was draining the air from my lungs. His tongue was fucking my mouth. I couldn't react. I was powerless.

Juan let go of my head when I least expected. I should have swallowed a good amount of his saliva when he withdrew. He helped me back onto my feet. My heart was beating fast.

"I knew you were a sub, Buns," Craig mentioned matter-of-factly.

"Did you have any doubt about that?" Bern agreed.

"What do you mean?" I spoke slowly as I tried to catch my breath.

The guys pointed at my crotch. I looked down.

"Fuck." I covered my dick. My hard dick.

"Don't worry. I think anyone would get horny after being kissed like that." Craig didn't seem impressed. I thought they'd all make fun of me and of how small my hard dick was. Juan wasn't hard, but his dick wasn't totally deflated either. "Now do you understand what being a sub means?"

I should've looked a little puzzled. I couldn't see what being kissed and submission had in common.

"You don't see it, do you?" Craig continued. "You were kissed like a chick, and you liked it. That's not bad. Actually, it'll make things easier for you since you two will be kissing each other a lot from now on. Yeah, that's what I want from you. You'll act like boyfriends. Of course, I don't want people thinking you're actual boyfriends though. We'll spread the rumour that you're doing this for the team because we want you to. I think this will still make us hardcore, right Bern?"

"It's worth giving it a try. And if they kiss like this in front of those men, they'll believe Buns is a fag. No doubt about it."

"It's settled then."

"C'mon, guys..." I was the one who wasn't buying this idea. What about my reputation? I didn't have one, but I could start building one.

"It's just for now. And people will know you're doing this for the team. That's why I made you this." Craig gave me something that resembled a black ribbon. There was something written on it. Volleyball Bitch' on one side, and Bottom Fag' on the other. As I looked at it closer, I realized it was a leash.

"You can't be serious..."

"Well, I made it to help you. This way, people will know you're being kissed by Juan because you're the team's bitch and not because you're enjoying it. Put it on."

Craig was right. I did as he asked. Juan was also wearing his. I could see that he has the Volleyball Bitch' in his leash too, but on the other side, it read Hung Top'.

"Why don't you try your new tees now?"

I was still uneasy with the situation.

"Hey, Buns. It's ok. You like Juan's kiss. This will be nice for you. He'll be kissing you a lot. Stop thinking too much. Focus on how you like his mouth kissing yours. People will know you're on this because we asked you to. And chicks will love to see you two kissing. Chicks love seeing guys making out. Isn't that right?" Craig sounded friendly.

"Hell, yeah." The other guys answered.

"What about you Juan? Did you like kissing Buns?" Craig asked.

"Not too bad. His skin is so smooth. It was easy to imagine I was kissing a chick."

"Nice. You'll have a good time. The tees now." Craig instructed.

I put the t-shirt on. As I had imagined, it was quite tight and small. I wouldn't have enough fabric to cover my shorts anymore. I looked at Juan, his tees looked smaller too, but not as small as mine. When he turned around, I saw his number too and on top of his name. No, not his name, it read "Banger".

"Banger?" I asked. "Like sausage?"

"Yeah. We were thinking who'd be Buns and who'd be the Banger. We thought we'd choose it by the size of the cock. We don't need to measure you to know Juan is bigger, so he's the top banger, and you're the bottom buns. It's supposed to be cute. You're a couple like a hotdog." Craig wasn't joking. "Do you like it, Banger?" He asked the freshman who actually looked good in his new t-shirt. It made him look strong.

"I think so. Look at this leash." He looked at himself in the mirror and laughed. "I look like a punk. That's cool."

"What about you, Buns?"

I envied Juan who could embrace his new role in the team so easily. I wasn't exactly like him, but I could try harder. That's what Lee wanted from me. He longed for my confidence and willingness. I could give it to them. But I had to find it first. Somewhere deep inside of me, I was confident. The guy who left high school was confident.

How did I end up in this situation after all? I wanted to be part of a team, so I could belong to a group and be accepted. I wanted these guys' trust and attention. I wanted to have fun with them. Of course, I had one side of me saying I'd be better alone by myself than undergoing these humiliating rituals. But another part of me said I was doing right. College life wasn't like life in high school. The experiences I was undergoing were helping me to grow up and become stronger. More resilient. They were preparing me to become an adult. I had a lingering idea that after college, I'd be ready for anything.

I also understood that what made my progress so inconsistent was my lack of confidence in both myself and my teammates. If Lee was right, I'd be able to achieve greatness if I went with the flow. That's what a submissive man would do. If I let my teammates show me the way instead of struggling to do it myself, I'd finally achieve my goal. Yes, that's what Lee meant by submission.

Maybe Juan was submissive too. He was probably way more submissive than me. He let the guys do as they pleased, and he enjoyed it. This trust he had in them was turning him into part of the team. I had to struggle harder if I wanted to be something other than just an outsider.

"Yeah, it looks nice," I said a little more confident.

"Starting tomorrow, you two will walk hand in hand like a couple, and you'll kiss all the time. No. Banger, you will kiss Buns. And Buns, whenever Banger kisses you, you just let him. I have other tees for you guys. You'll be wearing it all the time. Do you understand?" Craig had a plan.

"Yep." Banger answered.

"Yeah." I tried to sound even more confident.

Craig and the others undressed. Juan and I took off our tees and hoped into the showers. The second time I was showering with them all. I could get used to this.

I thought showers would always be the same, so I was getting hopeful about it. However, that was not the case. I wasn't expecting to see Bernard jerking off again. Well, I could cope with that, but I didn't know it was a habit. Even worse, though, when I saw that Craig was also wanking. Not only Craig, Damian, Drew, and Banger. Why Banger?

"Won't you join us, Buns?"

"Sure."

I started rubbing my dick but couldn't get hard. I started thinking of those posters on my wall. They could do the trick. I was in my room. The posters around me. If I felt comfortable enough, I'd be able to go through this and be part of my team. The posters were around me, but there was something else in the room too. The dildo. Greg was there looking at me. Greg was the dick I wanted as my own. When I thought of Greg, I forgot about my size. Lee had asked me not to touch me again, but I had to. It was for the team. I was small, but what if I were like Greg?

"Hey, Chris. You can open your eyes. Don't feel embarrassed." Drew said.

"Why would I feel embarrassed?" I opened my eyes. They were wanking unceremoniously by now as if stroking your cock in the group was normal. Banger himself was enjoying it. I couldn't believe this was his first time doing such a thing. On my side, I noticed Bernard staring at my ass. It shouldn't bother me anymore. I had allowed him.

"You know. You're much smaller than us." Drew continued.

"Oh, c'mon. You're not even that big." I laughed. The guys seemed surprised. I was focusing on Greg. Don't take me wrong. I wasn't wanking because I thought of Greg for sexual purposes. I thought of the power I'd have if Greg was between my legs. And, man, did I feel good.

They didn't question me. I think I did well. One by one, we all cummed and saw our jizz mixing with the water and running down the drain. The experience wasn't as bad as I first thought.

Craig gave me about ten t-shirts for both training and for my life out of court too. They were all small and overly revealing. The leash was to remain on my neck at all times.

With the shorts, the leash and the t-shirt on, I was officially Buns. You see the name, look down and see my big round butt. It's obvious that in no time everyone knew me as Buns. The same, eventually, happened to Banger. They'd see his name and look at his big package. Those balls begging for release. Juan naturally became Banger, and the mother fucker loved it.

Back in my room, I was happy to see Greg waiting for me. It's hard to explain what made me so attracted to him. The size, of course, but the shape too. The head was so proportional to the body. The veins surrounding the shaft. So powerful. I've never thought of a dick as beautiful, but this one was simply stunning.

"Hi, Greg. Man, you look good." I could sound crazy when I was on my own. I touched it for the first time without Lee's guidance. It felt good in my hand. That's how I'd feel if I were that big. Naturally, my hand started moving up and down the shaft. I spat on the head and spread my saliva with my hand. I was enjoying that. In my mind, it had a healing effect that was utterly ineffable.

I was having a good time with Greg. My soul focused on that object. How was that even possible? Lee had suggested I should stop touching my own dick. When I touched Greg, it made sense to me. But why? I loved wanking and cumming, but when I was holding Greg, I felt the unimportance of my own genital.

I hear my phone vibrating in my backpack. I let go of Greg to check who could it be. It was a message from Riley. She had messaged me before. The first message read `Send us a pic of your butt, please.' There were then about ten question marks one after the other. I wasn't expecting that. I wanted to show her my ass. They loved it before, and the admiration they had for a part of my body made me good. I could nurture their appreciation with a few photos and accept the joy I received from it.

I took off my shirt and stood in my shorts in front of the mirror. I started taking photos. Every time I took one, I'd check it and take another one.

"Hey, I was..." Zac opened my door and found me with my phone in my hand taking photos of the reflection of my back in the mirror. "What are you doing?"

"Fuck, man. What are you doing here? Can't you knock?" Why hadn't I locked that stupid door?

"Chill. I think it's the habit." Zac endless patience was annoying. "What are you doing?"

"What do you want?"

Zac let himself in my room, closed the door and sat on my bed.

"Craig told me you now go for `Buns'. I like that. It makes total sense when I see your buns."

"I didn't invite you in."

"I wanted to ask what you and Bernard were doing here yesterday? I couldn't imagine. I mean, I imagined a lot of stuff but don't know what could be true. I see you on your fours, with his cum on your back, you know, I imagined a lot of stuff."

Of course, he should be thinking Bernard was fucking me.

"Hell, no! We're a team. No-sex rule. No way. No sex."

"I didn't say I thought about that, did I?"

"Never mind."

"So, what were you doing? Taking photos of your ass?"

There was no point denying it. Besides, I felt that Zac was threatening me when he decided to talk about what happened between Bernard and me. I should be careful with this guy.

"A chick asked for photos of my ass," I confessed.

"Really? Let me see."

I gave him my phone with Riley's messages.

"Nice." He was enthusiastic. "You won't be able to take a good photo by yourself. I can help you with this though."

"Good, that's all I need," I said ironically.

"Good you like it. But first, you tell me what you and Bern were doing here."

I'd better tell him the truth. I couldn't come up with an excuse anyway. I told him about the stupid agreement I had with Bern. I'd let him jerk off while watching my ass.

"Wow. Bern's quite horny, uh? That stupid bet. Fuck, I want to do the same."

"Great." I continue ironic. I was expecting that anyway. "But you keep your mouth shut or this is over."

"Of course." Zac smiled. "Now, as for the photos, do you want to send a pic of your ass in those shorts? It doesn't make sense. Strip!"

"Why?"

"Dude, if a chick asks a photo of your dick, you send a dick pic. If she asks for a photo of your ass, you show your damn ass. I don't think she wants to see your shorts. If she did, she'd ask for a pic of your damn shorts. Strip now!"

I don't know if this was the first time someone was so incisive with me. Of course, I've received orders like this before, but never related to my body and privacy. I could've said no and asked Zac to leave. I don't know. I had many options. But I lowered my shorts and let them fall onto the floor. The reason for my choice is also hard to explain, and it took me years to understand it. If someone gives you such an order, it means he knows what he's doing better than you. It's hard to fight against direct commands when you're dubious. That's the whole point of submission as I see it now. That is: Doubt.

Submissive people don't trust themselves. It also unveils the nature of submission. A submissive man isn't necessarily always submissive. He can be submissive depending on how hard life is being on him in a specific moment of his life. During those moments when he thinks he doesn't know how to proceed, he's more susceptive to orders because, for him, everyone may know it better than him. I'm not talking about suggestions, but orders. If someone says: `I think you should...', then forget it. Even a susceptible man wouldn't fall for that. But a direct order has a different impact on a dubious mind. Other men, however, can be submissive for life. It's their nature. Submission and self-doubt grow hand in hand for as long as he lives.

Which one of those was I during that time of my life? It's hard to say. The nature of submission was new to me. Since I met my teammates, I decided to let them guide me. They saw I was vulnerable, and they took it as an advantage for them. My vulnerability? Self-doubt. Craig sniffed it when I let Bernard spread his cum over my face. On one hand, you know that this is bad and not let it happen again. On the other hand, you can think this may be bad, but you're willing to continue and see where it goes. I doubted these guys would like me and let me be one of them. I doubted I had the qualities they were looking for. I believed I had to let them do to me as they pleased to acknowledge me. This opening was all that Craig needed to get into my mind and do as he pleased.

Somehow, Craig broke me down when he suggested and implemented the first part of my hazing. If I doubted myself when I let Bernard smear cum on my face for the first time, now I couldn't trust myself at all. I wasn't worth my trust. That's the true nature of my submission. I was slowly but gradually understanding it. What I couldn't grasp though was the supposed pleasure I should feel from being submissive. I fought my nature. I preferred to believe that I could change and be something else. It was hard for me to associate submissiveness with masculinity.

"Yeah, now we're talking." Zac was satisfied with my compliance. "Move around a little bit. Let's take a few photos from different angles."

This was somehow my second photoshoot. Zac used my phone to capture my ass in ways that reminded me of my session with Karl and his colleagues. Zac would eventually show me the photos, and I must agree that my ass looked amazing. That was worth being on the cover of magazines.

"I'm sending them to her," Zac said. He had taken control of my conversation with Riley. I was now just waiting to see what was about to happen. I sat naked on my chair.

"She answered." Zac was looking attentively at the phone. "She's asking who's taking the photos." He started typing and reading out loud what he was sending to her. "I asked my neighbour to take them for me."

It wasn't totally true, but the details didn't matter.

"She's typing." Zac was as excited or even more than me. "She says that's hot. She's asking if you're gay. I don't know why they need to keep asking these shit questions. When these bitches are taking photos of each other and doing shit together, no one asks if they're lesbos. She's typing more. Now she's asking if you've ever been fucked."

"No, of course not." I quickly answered.

"Ok." He got back to typing. "No, I haven't found the right guy yet." Zac laughed.

"Hey, that's not what I said. Give me back this phone."

"Chill, man. You need to let her know you're funny. I know what I'm doing. I've done this before."

These are the kind of words authoritarian men use to control submissive ones. Zac knew I was insecure and doubtful. It was obvious I've never done that before. He used my uncertainty to gain authority over me. I don't think he was doing this on purpose. That just felt natural to him, I guess.

"She's asking if we've ever messed around. This chick means business." He laughed again.

"What do you mean?"

"She may be one of those who like a threesome or shit like that." He typed another answer. "I let my friends jerk off while they watch my ass and then cum on my back."

This time, I stood up and tried to get my phone back. Zac nestled on my bed and held the phone tightly against his chest. "Fuck off, dude. What the fuck?" He yelled.

"Give it back!"

"I'm just helping you. Let go. LET GO!"

I stepped back and he sat on the bed like before. "Fuck, dude. Don't do that ever again. Alright? I'm helping you. Just sit down and leave it to me."

I didn't trust him, but I sat down on the chair again.

"See?" He showed me the phone. Riley had typed in capital letters `HOT'. "I'm telling you. I know this kind of bitch. You gotta relax, dude." With one hand, Zac unbuttoned his shorts and kicked them away. He was hard.

With that same hand, he adjusted his cock, so it was pointing up and took another photo. This one focused on his dick, and I was blurred on the back. I felt like saying something but opted not to. Zac should know what he was doing.

"Where do you want him to cum on me?" He was still reading what he typed.

"That's sick," I mumbled.

"Grow up, man. This ain't high school anymore. We're trying to make this chick hot for you. I'm sure she's now fingering her pussy while we talk. If you get a bitch horny, she'll come back for more. It's just a matter of time, and she'll be begging to meet you in person again. That's what you want, isn't it?"

It made sense, but it just felt wrong.

"She's typing. I'll be wrong if she says you're gay, and you shouldn't get back to her ever again. I'll be right if she says something naughty. What do you think she's gonna say?"

I was afraid to agree he was right. At this point, I didn't know what I wanted.

"Ha. You would never guess what she said." Zac was jerking off already. "This bitch is so hot for you and your ass. She said she wants me to cum on your asshole. It's not even the ass. She said asshole."

"Bullshit."

"I'm telling ya. So, what's gonna be? Do you want to go for it and make this chick cream her pants, or will you go back to your lame high school life and ask me to leave?"

All I've done during my brief existence on the campus was to prove I wasn't a teenager anymore. As a young adult, I wanted to enjoy life with mates my age. I just didn't know it would involve so many embarrassing situations. The guys thought everything was fun. We were just enjoying life. Could it be so?

"Man, you've got an amazing ass. Can't you see how this chick is going nuts for you?" Zac continued as he saw my hesitation. "Listen, if you go on like this, you'll graduate a virgin. Then you'll leave uni to start a shit life in an office's cubicle, sitting up all day till your ass becomes square like a box. Then you'll look back and think, `fuck, I could have done so much more.' I'm not asking you to do gay shit if that's what concerns you. I'm asking you to enjoy this moment and have some fun. Do you understand that?"

"This whole situation is so weird. You gotta agree that it's not normal..."

"Man, I'm not smart, so maybe I'm not the one who should be talking with you about this, but what do you mean by normal? You think you know the world because you watch TV and read the news. Fuck, man. The shit you see there isn't real. The real part will always be a secret. You live as if you'd make the news someday. No one cares about us anyway. Why live a fake life if no one cares?"

"I still had you guys cumming on my body, my face, even in my mouth. I let everyone see that."

"And how this changed you? You're still the same boring boy who stepped into this campus months before that. These experiences can change us, but you preferred to pretend this wasn't happening to you. Your body was there taking our jizz, but YOU were not there. We said over and over again you should wear that cum with pride. We weren't trying to humiliate you... Well, a little bit, yes, since this was still your hazing, but this kind of shit we do, we do it, so you can grow and become one of us. Now you need to go through another ritual to see if you can finally change into something else, besides that stupid high school boy."

"But it's still gay..."

"Dude, you're annoying me already. See, my dick is going soft already. There's nothing gay here. I ain't gay. You ain't gay. We're just bonding and having fun. The guys and I jerk off together all the time. I've seen some of them help each other off, and I never pointed at them and said they were gay. Chicks also do this every chance they got. I'm sure that 90% of the girls out there have their first kiss with other chicks. They say they're practising. Bullshit, they love it." Zac got the phone back and started typing again. "I gotta go. My friend needs to leave. Talk soon."

He threw the phone back to me and pulled up his shorts. "It could've been fun. Enjoy your straight night."

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