From Straight to Bitch Club

By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com

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

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From straight to bitch club – part 12

Labels don't define me because I'm much bigger and more complex than them. I wouldn't fit a label; I wouldn't be able to stretch my arms and legs inside a box. However, the world tends to keep insisting on categorizing us. Taxonomy. Fuck the labels.

That's what I should've said when I was living that moment of my life. The words Kevin had told me kept returning to my mind because I wanted to know who I was. It wasn't just about me; I had Cecile who should know whether I wanted or not to maintain our relationship. I should've done something about it, but I didn't. I thought it would be better if I dragged her and all my life to the moment I had no more options. And so I did.

Alice was getting much closer to Cecile. My girlfriend once complained that Alice was becoming too intimate and even annoying sometimes, and I supported Alice. "She's such a nice girl. I can't see how she's been annoying" I told her. After that day, Cecile never said a word about Alice again. I never asked.

Patty started wearing the new clothes I bought him, but he wasn't feeling very comfortable, and I think he'd give up and dress his old clothes again. The big issue was his big ass. He didn't want people to notice, but it was impossible. I don't know what Alice did; I'm quite sure she told all the chicks in the gym about her boyfriend, but all the girls around were hitting on Patty and trying to touch his body.

The sudden attention made Patty a bit defensive in the beginning, but as he realized Alice didn't bother, he started reciprocating. Once I saw a girl touching his ass. He overreacted and moved away, but as the ass-touching continued, he got used to that. Very soon, almost every chick around would touch his ass, and Patty would touch their hips, thighs or even the tits.

Don't think I was upset with that. On the contrary, Patty was too reserved; sex was a difficult topic to discuss with him. In a few days, he started talking about women, and a few more days, he talked about sex for the first time with me.

I thought it would be good timing for me to go back and touch his ass slightly during a few exercises, or when I gently slapped it as a sign of approval. I saw his discomfort, but it didn't last much. Due to all the touching, he accepted my hands quickly. I never grabbed it, just touched with the palm.

At this point, I decided to step back and give him the dude' status as well. I wasn't going much further while I treated him like a bitch, so I had to change my approach. I didn't like it, but I had no other option on the matter. Since I duded' him, he started being more open and gave me space to move. I could see he wasn't too bothered for touching my dick that day in the dressing room. That's because we were buddies now, and buddies eventually do see or (who knows?) touch each other's dicks. It may happen, why not?

However, what made Patty uncomfortable was Steve's presence. I made sure Steve would be around every time he was working out. Patty would spot Steve and vice-versa. And even the chicks around started to ask Steve about his life and touch his body too. Monica was rarely around, so I think she never noticed anything weird about her boyfriend (except for the fact he wasn't into women).

I liked to see Patty like that: embarrassed. I'd get hard only from watching his mumbling and carelessness whenever Steve asked something or tried to engage in a conversation. Of course, I wanted to push it further.

Every day I'd stimulate them both to interact with the chicks and let them touch their bodies. As I said, Patty was quite ok with that by then. Steve not as much, but he didn't mind either. That's when I found the chance I needed to drive both into humiliation, which I loved.

On a certain day, Steve and Patty were working out, and I coached them. A group of five or six girls came to us, and there wasn't anyone else around. I knew those girls; they were very slutty, one of them would touch Patty's dick every now and them (just don't know if she found something there). But what I liked the most about these specific girls was the fact that they didn't let the boy touch them. It was a very one-way thing. Patty never complained so I thought he was ok with that (I knew he would've said something if he had a problem with the light hands around him).

The girls made a circle around Patty and Steve and praised their bodies, then touched them from head to toes, literally. That's the chance I was waiting for.

"Why don't you guys show what you've got to the chicks here? Don't you think they have the right to see?" I said grinning.

All the girls agreed with my suggestion from the moment I said it. I heard so many please,' and c'mon,' I couldn't count it. One of the girls came to Steve and helped him out of his shirt. That shit was getting hot. Hands were all over his torso, until the moment they moved to Patty and he was soon bare-chested too.

"Girls, please, this is getting weird" Patty said.

"Why?" one of them answered.

"This is the fucking gym, that's why. Gimme my shirt back, please."

"Oh, c'mon. Just for a minute. Please?"

Patty couldn't say no. It wasn't hard to convince him when women did the convincing. How I wish he was easily convinced by me as well. That's the problem about straight guys. But that's also what makes it so fun. They can be insecure like girls, but they're not expecting to be treated like girls. You do whatever you do with them because you want to fuck them, and they have no clue they will eventually end up on their fours with a dick in the ass. And a dick in the ass, for a straight guy, represents the ultimate degradation. In consequence, you get your rocks off because you want to humiliate a straight guy. That's a cycle that is more fun if degusted slowly as I was doing with Patty. Why rush? Blackmailing and drugging may do the trick with, but I'd not do that with someone I want to become a bitch. Forcing isn't the best approach in cases like this.

Probably, Patty thought there was nothing wrong about showing off his torso to a bunch of chicks in heat. They touched his chest but soon were touching his legs, his butt, and even his dicklet.

"Oh, not that" he put his both hands over his crotch.

"Why not? I can see it's hard" the girl said.

I looked and couldn't see anything. Patty could be hard, but it would be difficult to notice given his cock was as small as my little finger. As he had his hands busy on the front, the chicks took the time to grab his ass. It was a violent grabbing. He didn't know what to do.

Steve was equally disconcerted as he felt ticklish with the hands moving from his chest to his dick. He laughed and, for an instant, one of the girls managed to pull his shorts to his feet. Patty saw that and tried to hold his shorts high, but the girls knew the trick by now. They made him laugh by touching his belly and, just like Steve, he saw his shorts going down. When he tried to reach for the shorts, another chick ripped his thin underwear into pieces that couldn't cover anything.

Patty was red as a beetroot. His hands covering his dick, his ass exposed.

"Wow, look at his ass," one of them said in awe.

"Can I touch it?" the other said but didn't wait for an invitation. All hands were on him. Well, a couple of hands were still undressing Steve who was getting naked.

"Have Alice ever played with your ass? It's such a nice one" the nastiest of them said.

"Course not. C'mon. Gimme my clothes back" Patty asked as he saw his shorts being taken away from his feet.

"Only if you guys dance for us."

"Please, don't make me. Not with him..." Patty confessed.

"Why not with him? What's his problem?" the girl demanded to know. What could be wrong with Steve?

Patty didn't know what to say. He wouldn't be able to explain how on Earth he knew Steve was gay. Besides, he probably didn't want to screw Steve's life with Monica.

"Please, just gimme my clothes back. I can't go away like this."

"But you ain't going nowhere till you dance for us."

"Shit." Then he looked at me, "dude, please? Help me here."

"Patty, just do whatever they want. D'you think I can help you with them around? That's the downside of being popular."

"Ok. Fast, then?"

Patty started to move his feet uncoordinated. It was ridiculous but very fun to watch. Steve was by his side, and he did the same.

"Closer," another girl asked and pushed them closer to each other.

Patty couldn't even look at Steve. I think he was afraid he'd become gay just because he danced with his new gym companion.

"Why don't you touch his tits?" the chick asked Steve. She even grabbed his hand and pulled it toward Patty's side. Patty tried to move away, but he didn't have much space. Moving too further would get him out of the group and visible to others outside (although the gym was virtually empty).

"No touching, ok?" he tried to demand. How could someone in his conditions ask anything? Naked, hands on the crotch, feet moving from the right to the left and then back to the right as if dancing waltz. He tried to pretend he was still in control of anything. He wasn't. He's never been.

"Why not? You guys should dance together."

"Yeah" another one supported the first. "Like a real waltz. Put your hand on his hips and hold his other hand, like this" the two girls tried to show how they wanted Patty and Steve to do. It was the basic steps of the waltz, a terrible one, but dancing like in a TV show wasn't the most important.

"No way. I'm not dancing with him. And I'm not showing my dick" Patty protested again, his cheeks flushed.

"Seriously?" he was being contested.

Two girls came to him, and the tickling resumed. Patty seemed quite sensitive to me. It was also expected. He was laughing badly, but still trying to avoid being too noisy and calling other people's attention to where we were. The tickling continued until he let go of his dicklet. No one said anything about his small size, but they looked surprised. It must've been something Alice have told them before.

"See? No big deal, Patty" the nastiest one said. I don't know what she was referring to when she used the word `big.' He was still recovering when Steve was pushed towards Patty. Their sweaty bodies collapsed like magnets, and before having time to react, they were with hands on each other's hips and hands.

It wasn't dancing. They were just moving from one side to the other. Bodies slightly apart so their dicks weren't touching one another. One of the girls managed to fish for her phone and take a picture. I wanted to do the same, but Patty would look at me every now and then as if pleading for me to help him somehow. I tried to cheer him up and said it'd be over soon. "Just do what they want, and they'll be gone soon."

By this time, I could see people coming around and so did Patty and Steve. The girls were not laughing as loud as before, but the dancing continued.

"Closer" and she tried to glue the boys' bodies together.

"Please, not that" Patty was going too low and he knew that. His biggest fear was Steve's reaction. And it didn't take too long to happen. When their dicks touched one another, Steve started to get excited. A few steps from one side to the other and he was hard as a rock.

"Oh shit, oh fuck. You pervert" Patty told Steve.

"Fuck. I'm sorry" poor Steve.

"I'm not doing this anymore" Patty tried to break away. But hand on their backs made the separation impossible. Unless he decided to use force and break the group, which was the only wall hiding him from the rest of the gym.

Steve's dick was touching Patty's belly. A slimy dick, leaking precum and smearing it on his skin. Patty was still trying to move his hips apart, but hands on his butt stopped him.

"For how long you want us to dance?" he asked.

"If you kiss him we'll let you go and give your clothes back."

That was getting much more interesting than I first thought. A kiss? Patty is sharing such intimacy with someone that had the same biological sex. I didn't see it coming. What had Alice planned? She knew Patty would feel disgusted, but she was aware that the shame of being exposed to everybody was bigger than exchanging kisses with a gay guy. Patty was too reserved to let his body be exposed to unknown people. In his mind, those girls were intimate enough for a little demonstration, but the old ladies who were walking around by now were not.

"No way. I'm not kissing him," and his body was kept still by hands that were now holding him by all sides.

"Just a peck. Like this" and two girls kissed each other. "But if you want, you can be bolder like this," and they were not kissing for real, with lots of tongue and saliva.

Patty was watching that statically. I wondered if he's ever seen something so hot and so close to his eyes. Porn doesn't count.

I surprised myself when I saw his dick responding too. I've seen his hard before, but something like this was new. Gosh, that was tiny.

"Ok, ok, a little peck" and he pulled Steve's head toward his own and kissed him once. Just lips were touching.

"More," another one asked.

He did the same three, four times.

"Just a little tongue, please?"

His dick was almost hard when he sighed and shared a wet kiss with Steve. It was a quick one, but his tongue did touch Steve's, and it was memorable. Steve was more than happy to reciprocate, and they did look, for two or three seconds, like a couple.

"Done" he yelled, which made people look at us. I shushed him, and he realized he'd done something bad. "Please, my clothes," he asked one of the girls.

She smiled and gave his clothes back to him.

"Don't worry. You guys were great. We gonna give you a special live show anytime soon. You won't regret."

"Ok, great" Patty answered cynically. He didn't want a show; he only wanted to get out without having his little hard pencil dick exposed for everyone to see.

"You should show some appreciation. Bad boy" and they moved away.

Patty was still with his clothes in his hands when he found himself naked in the middle of the gym, now the girls were gone.

He rushed to dress up, but a few ladies did see Steve and him naked and hard. In two seconds, he had his shorts on, and suddenly I saw him fully clothed again.

"What the fuck, dude. You should've helped me." He said to me.

"Did you really want me to start a fight and have'em all yelling at me here? They can be very noisy; you know that. What if people from the office came here to see what was going on? They're very sensitive to girls yelling; you know that. Plus, they could just run away with your clothes and then you'd be fucked for real" I answered all the things I have first coming to my mind.

"Fuck, just can't work out anymore. And not with him" he pointed to Steve.

"Why?" I asked.

"The fag got hard, dude. A fucking hardon when he touched my body."

"And what if he's gay? You got hard too." I tried to ponder.

"Yeah, after seeing chicks making out, not coz I touched his body."

"Patty, it's all the same shit, k? Don't judge him coz you were even more receptive than him. It was you who kissed him and not the opposite."

"Coz I didn't have a choice..."

"Course you did. There's always a choice. Stop being like this, k? You kissed a guy, and that's it, no big deal. You still alive and kicking, ain't you?"

"Whatever. I'm done for the day."

All this attitude pissed me off tremendously, but I couldn't show it. At least, not yet. I'd make him swallow his words one by one if I was the old me, but the new me knew better. I wanted a friendly Patty, not one who'd get out and complain I was a pain in the ass. I didn't want to go after him; I needed him coming for me. I thought that was the best approach now.

"Do you have the shake?" he asked me. That's the Patty I wanted. He needed his smooth, and he asked me nicely.

"Sure thing. You need more; I see your body is not responding yet. I'll try to get more for you. From now on you'll be drinking it tasteless, you need to get used to the taste coz it's healthier when pure."

Until then, I'd mix the cum with colored and tasty whey protein, but I wouldn't be doing that anymore.

"Really? It must taste horrible."

"But you gonna get used to it, and then you going to love it. Trust me."

I found his smoothie' on the shelf. Aaron had left it there with a don't touch' stick on it. Not too hard to see it was jizz, but Patty would never imagine I've got that much cum for him. Who would think that was even possible?

I gave it to Patty, and he was hesitant as usual.

"I've never asked, but what's this anyway?"

"That's animal protein. Only the best part, which makes it very hard to find. You should appreciate it. I bet you're the only one in the whole city drinking pearl nectar."

"Pearl nectar?"

"Some people call it pearl coz the color is somehow similar. At least when it's fresh. I'd like to get you the freshest possible, but it ain't easy. As we don't have it, you drink this one. Try to appreciate it coz you'll be drinking loads of it" I meant every word I said.

Patty brought the bottle to his lips, and he was gulping it down. I held it back and stopped him from finishing it.

"Get used to the taste, Patty. Try to gargle it for a bit."

"Fuck, that's nasty."

Nasty' was his new favorite word. Everything was nasty' for him. He barely knew how nasty that was.

Another sip and he gargled the jizz. I showed my hand to him and counted the time from five to one before letting him swallow. Steve had sat down and was waiting for me. He should be thinking I was still in the mood to training him.

Patty finished the smooth and went away, but not before talking a little bit about those `nasty' girls.

"Relax, they were just having fun. You should appreciate the attention."

I was happy with how things turned out in the end. Patty was getting more comfortable with nudity, although he hadn't noticed it yet. That was the best result I could expect. The less he knew, the merrier. Changes need to happen unnoticed. That's when we can push them even further, and I already had plans. Patty wasn't wearing the clothes I bought him anymore, and that was about to change for good.

On our next day in the gym, I mentioned the clothes I bought, but he wasn't wearing anymore.

"I know, but too tight, I can't move." He answered honestly.

"I see."

This is important whenever you're turning a man into a bitch: listen to everything he says, and I mean everything because the whole turning thing lies on the details. I keep on saying this because this is crucial. Notice he didn't say he didn't like the clothes; he said they were too tight, he couldn't move. I could solve that problem.

I went to a certain store that had all the sizes of the same t-shirt. I bought many of them, but different sizes. There're so many sizes nowadays; it made my work much simpler. I also bought shorts in lycra. They were like the ones Axel Rose used to wear during the time he still had a nice body, but it was plain black.

I brought it to Patty in a day we were again back in the gym. After finishing his workout routine and drinking his pure smoothie, I presented him with the lycra shorts and a t-shirt that was size L. It would be too large for him, but that was the idea.

"Err... Thanks but I don't really like lycra" he said.

"You said the other ones were too tight, right? This one ain't. This is better for you to move around, you need to have clothes that let you move easily."

"Dude, people will be looking at me if I wear those" he murmured as if someone was listening to us.

Patty got the habit of calling me by `dude.' That annoyed me deeply, I should cut him, but I had to keep this intimacy a bit longer because I had other plans for him, and intimacy was essential.

"Who? The chicks are the ones who look at you, but they've seen much more than lycra, right? What's your problem?"

"I have a small, you know, package. Besides," and he finally said something I wanted to hear from his mouth, "I think my ass is too big. People stare at me, and I hate it."

"Patty, your ass is your best asset. I've told you that once. You need to overcome your fear and show it with pride."

"Easier to say than do. Listen, I don't want other dudes looking at my ass and telling me how nice it looks. I know it should be normal, but it bothers me..."

"Patty, listen to me. Think this is now part of your life and you'll forget it. I'm in the mood to train you and make you a champion. I want that. I truly do. But you got to forget about people and whatever they've got to say. That's not how champions behave. Ain't you a champion? Or d'you want to be a loser for the rest of your life? You've got everything one needs to become the best, but you behave like shit."

He was looking at me, his eyes wandering from my eyes to my mouth, hands on the hips. He was shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"I don't know."

That was a good sign. He wasn't certain anymore; now he was dubious.

"Give it a try?"

And he took the shorts from my hand. I was excited about this new Patty. Although he was still very reserved, he was getting more open to suggestions. A few weeks ago, he'd say no to every little thing I said.

He moved to the locker room, and I went after him. He helped me by letting the door open so that I could follow suit. This gesture showed he wanted me in. He waited for me and helped me in. Think about how important this simple act is if you think like this. Again, there's a lot of meaning in little sentences and gestures if you pay attention.

I sat on a bench, and he thought of going to a more private place to strip naked but gave it a second thought. This time, I had to apply the simple reverse psychology. Be aware that it doesn't always work. You need to have some certain intimacy to use this strategy. Without intimacy, they will do as they please with no consideration whatsoever to you. But if you're building a solid relationship, then it will make the bitches-to-be very thoughtful and fearful. They don't want to disappoint their new `friends.'

"You can go somewhere else if you want, but I thought we were through this already."

Together with the reverse psychology (I said he could go somewhere else), I say what I really want from him. I imply that if he goes away, I'd feel we're not friends yet because he can't trust me. This helps a lot when they need something from you and don't want to disappoint you. It's especially efficient for bosses and employees, or any sort of hierarchy implied.

He didn't speak for a few seconds, and I let it linger there. I couldn't force anything, so I preferred to remain quiet and leave him to opt for staying or going away.

He pondered his options and thought like a man. Probably, he was thinking something like why should I walk away if he's a man like me,' and we've seen each other naked before.'

These thoughts were right, weren't they? But he didn't know I wasn't interested in his dick at all. I couldn't worry less about that ridiculous pen dick he had between his legs. I wanted him to think like this because he'd end up forgetting about my goal: his ass. Just like he did with the chicks before. He hid his dicklet and let his ass out for us to see.

Patty hooked his fingers in his shorts and underwear, and both went down together. He was turned to me so that I couldn't see his ass, but I was satisfied already. Nudity was becoming normal between us, that mattered a lot more than only seeing his ass. Soon that ass would be mine anyways; I could wait.

I gave him the lycra shorts, and he put it on. It was perfect. I asked him to turn around, and I praised his body.

"Nice, Patty. It looks great" I couldn't say anything else. I had to be very conscious of my words. He needed to keep thinking we were both men and it was normal. In my mind, I tried to tell him: `this is normal, Patty. There's nothing more normal than this.'

"I don't know, Karl."

He called me by the name as he tried clothes I gave him. My girlfriend would do the same.

"What's the problem? It's black; I can't see your dick. No one could even if you were a horse."

"Not that. My ass, you know."

He wouldn't wear that in the gym. If he did, it wouldn't last. Soon, he'd be back to his normal clothes. That's when I came with the t-shirt. I gave him one and asked him to wear that.

He put it on and showed me. For being large, it hid the lower half of the pants.

"What about that? No one will see anything if you wear both together."

He considered his options again and smiled. "Yeah, this way is alright. Thanks."

I wondered if I'd done the right thing with the t-shirt, but I think I did. Trust me; he wouldn't wear those lycra shorts. No man would unless you had a completely different personality if compared to Patty. Plus, I liked him for being like that: a nut hard to crack. There are `straight' guys who are much easier to turn, but some are difficult like him. You'll come across both types and need different strategies for each. Some will take more time, others less. All depends. But don't think I'd be satisfied with this. I had my plans.

On that same day, I called Kevin. I needed him, so I had to see what he had to say. He picked up the phone immediately. He could pretend he wasn't anxious to talk to me, but he didn't.

"Karl, good you called. I wanted to talk to you." He said.

"Good, coz I need to talk to you too."

"Great. Listen, I'm sorry for being such a dick. I didn't want to piss you off that much. But I was having a bad day, you know?"

Of one thing I was sure: Kevin wanted me to fuck him. He thought I'd slide my dick in his asshole if Patty were out of the way. I couldn't find another explanation for his behavior. This wasn't going to happen, but it could be good to let him think there was a chance.

"It's alright. I forgot that already."

"Sweet. Thanks."

This wasn't the Kevin I was expecting. He was too nice. What could he be hiding? Why was he speaking like that? I didn't have time to think about the things going on his head. I needed his help.

"Listen, I need your help. I have something I want you to do. I don't care if you think I'm gay, bi, straight, but I want to turn Patty into a bitch. That's it. Can you help me with that?" I asked.

"Sure. Again, sorry for doing that to you." He was too apologetic.

I had to ask him to help me with so many things, I thought he'd walk out on me, but he didn't. Although complicated to achieve, he swore he'd help me with everything I needed. I didn't expect this to be so easy. We had time, so I let the idea sink first. Kevin had all the connections; I could provide the money. I was willing to pay a lot for Patty's transformation. That was the price of my obsession.

Patty kept coming regularly to the gym with his new outfit. The t-shirt was so large no one would see the lycra shorts covering his ass, but the chicks continued coming after him. He was getting a bit tired of all the attention, so one day, I asked them to come but not so regularly.

In the meantime, I started doing what I had in my mind since the beginning. He left the t-shirt on the bench next to me and hit the showers. He decided it could be a good idea to shower in the gym. I convinced him this was good; he could save water and gas.

I took another t-shirt I had, which was exactly like the one he had, but one size smaller and exchanged one for the other. On the next day, I saw him wearing a t-shirt that was a size shorter, but he didn't seem to notice. As for me, of course, I did.

Whenever he had to raise his legs, I would see his ass. But it was still too large. I changed his t-shirts other two times before he came to me to complain his t-shirt was getting smaller.

"It must be the washing. It happens to these synthetic fabrics."

"But this much? Look!" and he showed his t-shirt now about one inch over his ass.

"You're getting bigger too. You've got to consider that. You can't see the change, but it's very clear already."

"Really?"

"Course, Patty. We're on our routine for how long already? Your legs and torso are much bigger now than before."

"Nice. Alice said the same."

Alice was a smart girl. She knew Patty very well. All we had to do was to play with his vanity. However, I was afraid Patty would stop wearing the smaller t-shirts if I kept changing them. It was time to give him time to adjust.

"Do you think people will notice I'm bigger?" he continued. I thought he'd ask me if people would notice his small volume or his ass. The idea he was getting bigger was changing his rationale a little bit. It was now more important than his dick or ass.

"Of course" I cheered him up. "But they would see better if you dressed clothes that showed more your body. You want people surprised by how big you look, don't you? Your t-shirt is too large."

"Dude, it's much smaller."

"Because you look bigger now. Just natural. D'you want to look smaller, then dress larger clothes. Why would you want that? Don't you think this t-shirt is large enough?"

He looked himself in the mirror and nodded. "Maybe. I dunno."

"If you want, I'll find you larger ones. Then you look small again" I stood up.

"It's ok" he stopped me. "It's not that small. Yeah, it's fine. Look at these muscles" he smiled. "My pecs were never this big."

He forgot about the shorts; he forgot about his ass. He could only think of his chest, which was not even that big for a bodybuilder. I went to my locker and picked up more lycra shorts I bought for him. I threw them at him. They had different colors and were a size smaller too, but very elastic so they wouldn't hurt him.

I thought you would need more of those. I bought the same model I used to wear when still competed.

"Nice. Thanks."

"It's alright. As I said, I want to make you a champion. I was thinking about it. If you win the next contest, I'll make good money too. I could find a lot of people to train and get back to the bodybuilding biz."

I had to talk about why I wanted to help him. Why I needed to have him doing whatever I wanted from him. The idea was just like the one that made him strip naked before me. He would help me because he thought we were buddies. He'd wear those shorts because I needed to showcase him. He had to help me out.

"When people see you big like that in such a short time, they'll come to ask for my supervision too. Don't you think?" I continued very humbly.

This is another good strategy. Turn affirmations into questions. If the bitch-to-be boy is a nice person, he'll answer yes' because he doesn't want to hurt your feelings. And when he says yes' he agrees he'll be wearing whatever you provide. Patty answered yes,' but probably he had more to say. I think he wanted to say, as long as I don't need to wear this,' but he didn't.

I couldn't ask him to wear that before me again because it wouldn't make sense. Why would I want that if I was a straight coach training a pupil? He wasn't posing for me. I needed to be coherent and expect he'd wear the new shorts next time we came to the gym.

I wasn't sure whether he'd follow my suggestion, but he did. Patty wasn't comfortable, but he handled it quite well. He wasn't so worried about showing off too much, but I think he was only pretending. Well, it didn't matter as long as he did as I asked. If he kept pretending like that, one day he'd forget about the acting and believe it was his new normal.

A couple of weeks later, Patty was much more comfortable. Even the smoothie was now going down easier than ever.

"I told you it would taste much better after a while. It's not bad, right?"

I liked to speak like that: I'd ascertain things and then ask `right' so they'd tend to agree with me. Patty always did. He'd answer right even if he meant otherwise. But I could see the taste didn't bother him anymore. The poor bitch was probably sweating jizz by now, and he didn't know. But the time to change his diet was arriving. I bought pills that would change the color and texture of my jizz and make me cum more. It'd become more presentable and less smelly. I also searched for how to make my cum taste better on the net. I'd need to have him eating my cum by itself so that he could like the taste. I would need to think of a way to have him drinking it later. It shouldn't be a problem.

What I knew for sure was that Patty was in the stage for a new humiliating scene.

It was time to keep with my plan, so I had to talk to Kevin again. I called him, and he asked me to come and meet him so we could talk and discuss our issues.

"Kevin dude, we got no issues to discuss."

"Karl, just let me apologize, k? It was wrong what I did to you" he insisted.

"You apologized already."

"Not properly. Listen, come to the same building you came last time. I work out there. On Sundays, it's very quiet there, and we'll have all the time to talk without anyone bothering us," and he insisted more.

"Dude, I said I'm over this already..."

The thing is I needed him, and he wouldn't help me if I didn't go to see him. I was willing to take the risk although all my instincts were yelling this was a trap. He asked me to come at night because it was a 24/7 gym. I didn't think that could be the case because that was a college gym. I thought it wouldn't open on a Sunday at all. I tried to look for it on the internet, but I couldn't find any info.

I was afraid he'd get some of his friends and kick my ass. I found myself brass knuckles and prepared for confrontation. I drove there and realized my suspicions were right: the place looked deserted. He'd asked me to go inside and meet him at the area where the contest took place. Oddly, the doors were open, but no one was around. My instincts were still telling me I should turn around and leave that place, but my feet didn't stop, and I was back on the contest area: a small auditorium that was also empty.

I waited in the center of the space, but not before finding all possible routes of escape. I saw a few signs indicating emergency exits and memorized them. I called out his name and my voice echoed.

"Over here," he said from a corner that was farther away from the spot where I was.

My hands were in my pockets, brackets ready for use. I didn't calculate the danger I was going through, but I had to know what Kevin could want from me. Why would he try to fight me if I didn't do anything against him? Well, some people just like violence. It's simple like that.

I followed the path that took me to a long hall. It was a bit dark, but lights at a distance made it possible to see around. Once I reached an open door, I found myself in a tatami room; probably where people trained in martial arts.

"Great" I spoke to myself.

"Glad you came" he approached me.

Kevin was wearing nothing but shorts. He showed me his big body. Muscle all over, not what I wanted from a guy, sexually speaking. He was bigger than me, but I doubt he could be as agile and strong. Don't let muscles fool you. Usually presentation is impressive, but nothing else.

"Is this a trap?" I asked.

"Course not. You agreed to meet me here, so I'm sure you knew the risks. Besides, I'm sorry for what I did to you that day. What I did was wrong. I had nothing to do with your `thing' with Patty. What I have is with you."

"And what d'you want from me?"

"I want you to understand me. And I think you will, coz we are very similar. Well, not exactly the same, but we share similar tastes."

"And that is...?" I couldn't understand what he wanted.

"We're not the same coz I like dicks in the ass, and as far as I understood you, you don't. You have no idea what you're missing, but I don't judge. However, I like to fuck guys in the ass too, mainly those who claim to be either straight or total tops. Like you, a closeted fag who's in denial."

"Are we alone here?"

"Do you think I'd get people to help me out? I don't need no one. I want to handle you myself. That's the best part, why would I want to spoil it?"

"So that's it? You want to fight me?"

"No, that's not all. Here's the deal. You win, you get to fuck me. If I win, I'll fuck you."

"Fuck you."

"If you win" he laughed. "I'm sure you think you can handle me, so you got nothing to lose, right? Just prove yourself right, and you get what you want."

How could he think I wanted to fuck him? Well, that could be a good idea.

"Ok," I answered.

"Ok then. I want you wearing nothing, but shorts like me. I left one over there" he pointed to a corner of the room. "If I win, I'll get it to your knees and fuck you right here. No lube. Got it? I'll just slide it in and fuck you till I cum in your ass. If you win, you got to do the same."

I laughed but didn't say anything. I moved to the corner, undressed and put the shorts on. Nothing but the shorts he had for me. It would be easy to lose them. He was a smart, horny guy. I realized I'd be feeling his hard dick touching me whether I liked it or not. I could handle a horny man. I had to let him think he could get what he wanted but I needed to be careful not to let it go too far.

I left the brass knuckles under my folded clothes and went back to the blue area where Kevin waited for me.

"You're just like I imagined. You have no idea how many times I jerked off thinking of you. I want to fuck you so bad."

"I can tell" his shorts were tenting already. "It's weird to hear a bottom like you, talking about fucking me."

"I used to be a total bottom till I was introduced to the pleasure of fucking another man. I want to do the same with you but on the reverse. After I'm done with you, you will be an insatiable bottom. You'll see."

"I wonder." I knew the answer already, but I was letting him talk. It's always good to give them the idea they're right, they're on top. That's when they let their guards down. I saw how confident he looked. The more confident, the merrier to me. "Any rules?"

"Well, the ones that apply to jiu-jitsu sound ok to me. As far as I remember you used to be a good fighter, right?"

"Long time ago..."

"Great then."

This part got me worried. He was the kind of man who's in a fight to win, but losing can be equally fun as long as he's engaged. When they got nothing to lose, it can be dangerous. As for me, I couldn't lose. I was all in to win.

"Ready? Here I come" he announced and came after me.

The fight started lightly, but it got violent quickly. Kevin didn't measure the strength of his fists. He got my lips cut and bleeding after two punches.

"That's bad, this is gonna be a bloody blowjob" he laughed. "This sounded more like him talking, not that one on the phone."

I took my chance when he laughed to hit his face with all the force I had inside of me. He rotated twice and fell on the ground stoned. I thought I had one; he couldn't move a muscle for about ten seconds. I tried to clean the blood from my mouth with my forearm. It was aching.

"Son of a bitch," I said calmly.

"You're good. Just like I thought," and he stood up. "This is going to be fun."

I was in deep shit. I had hit him with all my might, and there he was standing again. I was quite sure I haven't seen what he had to offer yet, and I was done.

Next time he came after me, he forgot about all the rules. It became something like MMA. He threw me on the ground and pressed me against his thighs. His dick was hard as a rock, and I felt it against my belly.

"How you want to be fucked?" he asked.

"You can't handle me, mother fucker. Steroids shrank your balls. You got nothing of a man in you anymore."

"I'll tea bag you, so you can check the size of my balls very closely. How `bout that?"

He did try to move his hips to where my mouth was, but he was careless. I moved my body in an instant and threw him back on the floor.

I understood how I still could win. I had to play his game; I had to become more like him and less like me.

"And you? How you wanna get fucked?" I asked.

"If you manage to get your dick in my ass, you can fuck me whatever you want."

"I'm gonna fuck your ass so deep; my dick will pierce your bowel. Internal bleeding for you, bitch."

My lips were cut, but it wasn't bleeding anymore. I closed my fists tightly and thought of a next move, but he was faster.

Before I had time to react, he had his head on my belly. The propulsion threw me back on the ground, and he moved quickly to have his crotch near my face. He lowered his shorts and his hard cock touched my face.

"Is this big enough for you? Bitch!"

"Not enough to make me gag. Not only your balls are shrinking, but your dick is also ridiculous."

I rotated my body from one side to the other, and he couldn't find balance since he's got one of his hands lowering his shorts. He fell again and now I was on top.

"You think you're smart, doncha?" he asked me.

"Maybe. Is there anything wrong with that?"

His feet moved from the floor into my back, I fell, and he stood up again. I couldn't waste any time so I did the same and found myself a bit farther away from him.

Kevin lost his shorts and was now naked. Dick was pointing at me.

"You're annoying me already. I'm gonna fuck you now. Why don't you lose your shorts too and make it easier for the both of us?"

"Why should I make it easier for you?"

"Because I know you want this. Deep inside you're curious. I know guys like you. I've seen a couple. You come saying you want to fuck another man. You have an itch inside, something saying you're not straight, but you can't say it out loud. So, you think it's not gay to fuck a man, but being fucked is the gayest thing in the world. But then, eventually, there's someone who's more of a man than you. They come and make you doubt your masculinity. They don't even need to be bigger than you; they just need to speak the right words. The words that will change your lives forever. Once you're on your fours, your worlds change. You give in. Guys like you even forget you have a dick. You become sluts for cock. Dude, I've heard so many stories, you wouldn't believe it. You're just another one in the statistics."

"How come you're so sure?" I needed to gain time to recover my breath. "D'you wanna know what I think? I think you envy me. You always did. You wanted me to fuck you since ever. Probably you've never fucked anyone. You're not the fucking type coz you're a cunt. As I'm probably the first one to walk out on you, you came after me with all this shit `bout being a top sometimes. I can't see that. I see a little boy playing tricks but scared deep inside."

I said enough to shake his base. He lost the smile on his face and looked more aggressive. I've said so much I didn't know exactly what part touched him. But if I were to guess, I'd say he didn't like when I called him a little boy. Big guys hate when we call them little, the size usually is reversely proportional to what they carry inside their heads.

"All of this just because of that boy you wanna fuck?" he asked.

"Yeah"

For an instant, I thought of Patty. Now it was my turn to get hard. He saw it, but he didn't smile. He knew my erection wasn't for him.

"I'll fucking kill you," and he came with all he had left.

I don't know if it was the power I've got from my hardon, but I realized my force had a barrier I was about to cross. I closed my fits, and before he could reach me, I hit him so hard he fell like a plank on the floor.

When he opened his eyes, he saw me standing.

"I think you win. How d'you wanna fuck me?"

"You fuck yourself. I want you to help me with Patty. It's my right as a winner."

He closed his eyes, then found me again.

"I'm in. He'll be yours."

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