Flip to Side Two (Part 1) (Patreon)

When tops live together, it’s a vibe.

Hairy chests, ratty boxers, and a fridge full of beer.  Gym sessions and video games.  Grindr twinks constantly begging for our cocks.

“Did you see the one I fucked last night?” Greg gloated over cereal.  “Total slut.”

“Yeah, I heard,” I joked.  Our walls are paper thin.  “The neighbours heard too!”

“The neighbours wish we were fucking them,” Dane chuckled over his Pop Tart.  “I’d love to dick them down.”

The neighbours were probably straight.  They were all backwards ball caps and baggy jeans.  Every time we saw them, there was a hostile vibe.  I bet they wanted to kick our ass so bad.

“Can you imagine?” I smirked.  “We should invite them over.  Watch the game, get them drunk… I bet they’re curious.  Remember last week in the elevator?  The Leafs cap was totally checking me out.”

“He wasn’t checking you out,” Greg laughed.  “Stop obsessing on straight boys.  Grindr’s full of sluts — no muss, no fuss.”

“I dunno,” Dane shrugged.  “I already fucked all the sluts.”

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Days passed.  Greg was at work — he’s the only one of us with a nine to five — so Dane and I were passing a joint back and forth and playing Halo.

“Hey, you still wanna fuck the neighbours?” Dane asked with a coy smile.

“Yeah,” I took the joint and grinned.  “Why, you think they want it?”

“It’s just… I ordered something,” Dane said.  “I was high and horny and… I googled up this hypnosis kit thingy.  It’s supposed to turn straight guys into like… insatiable bottoms.”

“You ordered a brainwashing kit?” I laughed, delivering a headshot.  “No way is that real.”

“It’s real,” Dane glared at me, waiting to respawn.  “Package arrived this morning.”

“Okay, but… no way it works,” I insisted.  “They scammed you bro.”

“So you don’t wanna see it…?” he teased.

I hit him with another headshot.

“Sure,” I shrugged.  “It’s something to do.”

“Plus it’ll be funny,” he said, turning off the TV.  He stubbed out the joint and went to grab the thing from his bedroom.

Dane came back with a plain looking package.  I had no way to know it would change my life.

“Let’s see what’s in here,” Dane said, rummaging through packing peanuts.  “We got… a giant fuckin’ dildo!”

I laughed when I saw the silicone cock.  It was eight inches long and thicker than mine.  I wouldn’t have taken this if you’d given it away — the artificial dick had stripes like a pride flag.

“Nobody would buy that on purpose,” I laughed.  “You think the neighbours are gonna see this and be like ‘oh yeah, I love rainbow flags!  Take my ass!’”

Dane chuckled and kept digging through the box.  His hand found a scrap of fabric.

“What do you think?” he winked, dangling a neon orange jockstrap in front of me.  “Imagine the Leafs fan, just his hat and a jockstrap, bouncing on the dildo.”

“Yeah,” I snorted.  “It’s a hot fantasy, you can’t turn a guy gay.  This package is for guys who want to bottom but they’re scared to hit up a sex shop.”

“No way,” he argued. “There’s hypnosis stuff too.”

He dumped the box out onto the coffee table.  Packing peanuts flew everywhere.

“Greg’s gonna be pissed about the mess,” I scolded him.

“Then Greg can clean it up,” Dane shrugged.  “Check it out… my dad had these!”

There were four plastic cases on the coffee table.  Each of them held one of those really old music tapes, like they had before streaming.  I remembered them too — my dad used to have a bunch in the car.

“Seriously?” I laughed.  “This should be a download.”

“Maybe,” he said.  “But it’s kinda retro.”

“Dude, your laptop can’t even play those,” I sighed.  “You need a CD player.”

He rolled his eyes.  I turned the TV back on.

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Dane woke me up from a nap.  He was carrying this ridiculous looking speaker.

“I found one!” he grinned.  “There was a really old lady at the thrift store, and she said this can play the ‘tapes'.”

I hadn’t even noticed he’d left the apartment.

“You spent more money on this shit?” I laughed.

“Shut up,” he said.  “Do you wanna fuck the hot neighbours or not?”

“I do…” I admitted.  “But… even if you could sneak into their apartment, that thing’s the size of a tank!  And you’d have to start it by hand, right?”

Dane deflated.

“Shit,” he growled.  “I guess you’re right.  I never thought about that.”

“Besides… you can’t turn a straight guy gay anyhow.  It’s like Greg said, focus on Grindr.”

“What if we focussed on Greg?” Dane said, the thought lighting up his eyes.  “He showers every night before bed.  I could turn on the speaker, slip it under his bed, he’d be none the wiser.”

“Uh… I thought you knew?” I joked.  “Greg’s gay.”

“Yeah, duh…” Dane gave me a long sigh. “But he’s always so smarmy!  He deserves to be a bottom slut!”

“Dude, we love bottoms,” I rolled my eyes.  “It’s not like it’s a curse!”

“Exactly!” he jumped at the idea.  “So if we trance Greg into a bottom, it’s no big deal, right?  We’ll fuck him and he’ll love it!”

“I dunno,” I said.  You know when someone says ‘don’t think of a polka dot giraffe’?  I couldn’t stop picturing Greg as a hungry AF bottom.  “It’s weird.”

“Come on bro,” Dane prodded.  “Let’s fuck our roommate!”

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Greg took his shower like usual.

Dane set up the tape machine and slid it under Greg’s bed.  The motor made a soft whining noise, and I worried that Greg would hear it, but… dude didn’t say anything.

I guess Greg's post-work threesome tired him out.

The next morning Dane was up early.  He was like a kid on Christmas morning, eager to see what Santa had brought him.  I wondered if this was his plan all along — he seemed really excited to fuck Greg.

“Notice any changes?” I asked, sloshing coffee into a mug.  “Twerking, buttplugs, anything?”

“He was gone when I got up,” Dane groaned.  “I hope nobody at the gym figures it out.  I’ve got dibs on his hole.”

“It’s been one night,” I reminded him.  “And it probably doesn’t work.”

“Hey, a boy can dream,” Dane grinned.  “You working today?”

“Yeah, I got a shift this afternoon.”

I work at this gay bar downtown, but I don't get the good shifts at night.  Friday and Saturday night tips could cover my rent, but the owner gives me afternoons.  It was barely worth the commute.

“I’m off today,” Dane said, even though I didn’t ask.  He works as a server two nights a week.  His dad owns the restaurant, and Dane’s paycheque is his allowance.

“Cool,” I shrugged.  “I’m gonna hit the gym.”

“You don’t want to wait for Greg?” he said with disbelief.  “Come on… I bet he’ll need both of us to break him in.”

I wanted to tell Dane he was being creepy.  Luckily Greg got home, ending the conversation.

“Heeeeeey Greg,” Dane said with a total lack of subtlety.  “How you feeling today?”

“Amazing,” Greg gloated.  “Slept like a rock.  My head hit the pillow and… boom.  I was out like a light.”

“And how was the gym?” Dane fished.  Dane watches too much porn.  He was picturing Greg getting gang banged in the locker room.

“Decent,” Greg laughed, giving Dane a flex of his bicep.  “There was a hot guy in the showers.  Really nice cock.”

Dane shot me a look.  See!  He’s noticing cock!

But that was no surprise.  Greg always noticed the competition.  I do it too.

“Ooooooh…” Dane purred.  “So… like… did you fuck him?”

“Nah,” Greg said, heading for his room.  “I think he’s a top.”

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Dane was undeterred.  He slipped the tape recorder under Greg’s bed and let it play.

We were walking through the park near our place, passing a blunt back and forth.

“You can’t expect him to change overnight,” Dane said confidently.  “It’s a process.  I skimmed the instructions, and I guess there are triggers and checkpoints and stuff I gotta do.  Oh hey, if you notice he shaves his ass, let me know — that means the first tape is locked in!”

“Yeah, but… you don’t expect him to change, do you?” I asked.  “I mean, I get the fantasy, but this is just role-play.”

“No way bro,” Dane grinned.  “His ass is MINE!”

“Don’t you mean ours?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“There’s lots to go around,” he smirked.

There was a rustle in the bushes.  Dane and I played a quick game of rock paper scissors — I won, so Dane kept walking while the twink in the bush sucked me.

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Greg could barely walk when he returned from the gym.

“Dude, you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah…” he moaned, crashing onto the couch.  “Leg day.  I trashed my glutes so hard.”

“Your glutes?” Dane said hopefully.  “I thought you skipped leg day.”

“Yeah, usually,” Greg winced.  “But I went all out.  Squats, romanians, hack… I meant to do biceps, but my legs were begging for it.”

We shot the shit for a few minutes, but Greg had to get to work.  He stuffed himself into a fitted suit and left to stare at spreadsheets.

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Greg returned in a tiny pair of running shorts.

“Do you think my ass looks too big in these?” he asked, arching his back and making the fabric strain against his thickening cheeks.  “I saw them at the store and I just had to buy them!”

“They’re pretty tight,” I admitted.  “Not your usual style.”

“But they look great,” Dane was quick to cut me off.  “They make your ass look big, sure, but can an ass really be too big?”

“You gotta show off what you got!” Greg said with excitement.  “I’ve been working my glutes so hard, it seemed like a shame to hide them under those baggy sweats!”

“Well… you’re certainly showing off,” I conceded.

“It’s good you guys like them…” he said, rubbing his hand over the smooth fabric.  “Cause I bought a half-dozen pairs!”

“Your ass looks so good,” Dane smirked.

Greg stepped close enough that his chest brushed against Dane’s.  He reached out and grabbed Dane’s hand, slapping it over his rear.

“It looks good,” Greg purred.  “But how’s it feel?  I shaved it!”

Dane shot me a crazy-eyed glance that made me swallow hard.  Greg shaved his ass… that meant tape one was done, right?  Dane couldn’t wait to check — he rubbed Greg’s ass, lightly at first, then he brought his other hand in and gave both cheeks a deep squeeze.

Greg moaned softly as Dane massaged the muscle.

“So, uh… Greg…” Dane whispered.  “You’re in love with leg day, right?”

Greg stopped moving.  When he spoke, his voice was suddenly monotone.

“I’m in love with leg day,” Greg said like he was possessed.  “Flip to side two.”

Then he was back, talking like normal.  He didn’t clock that Dane had triggered him, and he didn’t realize he’d given a response.  Dane played with Greg’s cheeks for another thirty seconds before letting him go.

“Feels good,” Dane grinned, giving me a sideways glance.  “Though, if you want to show off you shaved, you should be wearing a jockstrap.”

“No way man,” Greg laughed.  “Those are for bottoms!”

“You got plans tonight?” I asked, watching Greg swish around the room.

“Nah,” Greg shrugged.  “I’m gonna hit the gym again, then early to bed."

Dane didn’t say a word until Greg was out the door.

“It’s working!” he squealed.  “That was the confirmation trigger!”

“Yeah,” I bit my lip.  “I got that.  What comes next?”

“Tape two!”

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It was time for a talk with Dane.

“Dude, you can’t do this!” I argued.  “Greg’s our buddy.  We’ve known him for years.”

“So what?” Dane shrugged.  “He’s having fun.  Did you see the look on his face when I squeezed his ass?  According to the instructions, phase one was all about making his ass feel amazing.  He’s so ready for phase two!”

“So you’re okay with taking our buddy and turning him into a bottom slut?” I practically spat.

“Damn dude,” Dane rolled his eyes.  “You’re getting way too worked up.  Yeah, I’m cool with it.  He likes working his ass.  He’s gonna love taking a cock.  And I want a roommate who will ride my dick, okay?”

“This isn’t cool,” I growled.

“Just chill, okay?” Dane sighed.  “It’s not like I’m doing it to you.  Unless that’s what you want… tape one’s available… you wanna be a butt boy like Greg?”

He dropped the topic, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said.  If I knew Dane, he’d push things too far.  Tape one was available.  How long until I found myself addicted to squats and wearing slutty little shorts?

I had to get him first.

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Dane went off to fuck some random, so I headed down to the thrift store.  It had aisle after aisle of out-of-date electronics, stacked in messy piles.

“Hi hon,” an older woman said, noticing my shellshocked gaze.  I barely know how to charge my phone, let alone pick out an ancient machine.  “Looking for something specific?”

“Uh… yeah,” I said, trying to figure out the lie.  “My roommate has a bunch of… uh… he’s got old cassette tapes from when he was a kid.  Wants to listen to them again.  Which of these…”

She gave me a grandma smile and walked to the far end of the aisle.

“You’re looking for a tape player,” she said.  “We don’t have much, just… here’s one that might do you.  It’s a basic model, but it’ll play your tapes.  Or… oh, this one!”

She handed me a box with speakers.  I recognized the place where the tape would go.

“It’s ten dollars more,” she said.  “But this one can flip the tape automatically.”

“Flip the tape?” I said, not sure what she was talking about.

“Well… cassette tapes have two sides,” she said.  “We’d take them out, flip them over, and play the other side, but this one plays one side and then the other without stopping.”

“Oh,” I said, not really getting it.  “So it’s better?”

“It’s better,” she said with a reassuring smile.  “Buy this one.”

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I went into Dane’s room and hunted around until I found the box with the hypnosis kit.  He’d already swapped the new tape into Greg’s room, so the old tape was there, underneath the crumpled instructions.

I grabbed the tape and set my tape deck under Dane’s bed.  I was worried that Greg or Dane were going to get home before I figured out how to make it all work, but I didn’t get caught.  Dane made it home first, with Greg showing up a half-hour later.

“Good gym?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Greg said.  He had that spaced out look he always gets from a good gym session.  “I’m bagged, but… dude, I need the pump!”

I snuck an appreciative look at his butt.  Dude was going all out.

“I’m gonna shower,” he said.

Once the water was running, Dane snuck into Greg’s room and hit the play button.

“Dude’s got no idea what he’s in for,” Dane whispered to me once Greg was snoring.

“Yeah,” I shrugged.  “Sure.  Hey, I’m gonna stay up and watch Survivor, okay?”

Reality TV is kryptonite for Dane.

“That’s cool,” he said, faking a yawn.  “I might hit bed early.”

While he was brushing his teeth, I went into his room and hit ‘play’.  Just to be safe, I set it to loop all night.

A few minutes later he was out cold, the hypnosis already seeping into his mind.

Damn I was turned on.  I texted a guy who I keep in my phone as “MISTAKE”.

I didn’t get home until midnight.  My head hit the pillow and I was out.

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Greg sleeps in on Saturdays, so I was up before both him and Dane.  Honestly, the demon twink from last night took the edge off, but I was so horny to see the results on my roommate.

Dane deserved to be hypnotized, didn’t he?  After all, he’d already done it to Greg…

If it worked, Dane should have a weird urge to work his ass hard at the gym.  And Greg had started noticing cocks in the locker room, right?  Maybe Dane would too.

I was mulling over the idea when Greg stepped out of his room.  Damn girl.  I was used to seeing him slouch around the apartment in old boxers and a t-shirt.  This morning he practically bounced out of his room, dressed only in tight red briefs.

My mouth watered a little.  Greg looked fuckin’ sexy.

The tight fabric drew the eye to his ass.  How come I never noticed that Greg practically has a bubble?  The front of the briefs squished his cock a little too much, but he wouldn’t care.  He was advertising something else.

“Morning,” he moaned, leaning over the counter.  “Coffee?”

I poured him a cup and slid it across.  His eyes were playing over me, checking out my beefy frame, but ultimately landing on my bulge.  I like these boxers — they don’t hide a thing.

He stared and sipped his coffee.  I knew he was picturing my cock.

Sorry Dane… I’ll be the top who breaks Greg in.

“Oh my god!” Dane cried out as he swished into the room.  “Bestie!  You look like… so yummy!”

“You think?” Greg said giddily.  He spun around, giving Dane a look from every angle.  “It really shows off my ass, right?”

“You know it!” Dane cheered.  “You can like… totally see the work!”

“I can’t wait to hit the gym,” Greg smiled.  “I love doing squats so much!”

“Oh, maybe I can come too?” Dane asked hopefully.  “I really need to tone my ass!”

“Let’s do it!”

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I grabbed the instructions from Dane’s room, then spread them on our coffee table.

“The Bottom Protocol contains three options to transform your lover,” the instructions read.  “Play the ‘A’ side of the tape while he sleeps to make your lover an insatiable bottom.  Play the ‘B’ side to make him a carefree himbo.  By playing both sides, you can transform your lover into a himbo bottom — be sure he wears headphones!”

So that was what the lady at the store was talking about.  The tape had two sides, and I guess Dane had only played the ‘A’ side for Greg.  My tape player had flipped the tape, hitting Dane with both sides at once.

“Tape One,” the instructions said.  “Side A: Subject becomes interested in other men’s cocks, workout priorities shift towards bottom-enhancing activities.  Side B: Subject becomes increasingly distracted and fixated on sexual pleasure, language simplifies to advertise his lack of intelligence.”

It explained Dane’s bubbly new attitude.  I’ve fucked a few guys who claim to be himbos.  Most of them feel like they’re roleplaying, but Dane was coming across as a genuine space cadet.  Not only had he gotten zonked with the first phase of bottom training, he’d also taken the first steps towards being a mindless sex-addict.

I was too horny for guilt.

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Dane and Greg were giddy when they got back from the gym.

“I'm telling you bro, that dude was like… totally checking you out!” Dane gushed.  “He wants your ass for sure!”

“Too bad I’m a top!” Greg grinned, slapping his ass.  It jiggled under his shorts.

Yeah… you’re a top.  You both are.  Just keep believing.  According to the instructions they’d both be begging for cock within the week.

“You love making them look,” Dane said coyly, trying out the next trigger phrase.  If Greg was ready to proceed to the next tape…

“Yeah, I guess I do,” Greg chuckled.  Not the right reply.  Greg was still cooking.

Dane shot me a look.  Come on man, it seemed to say.  Encourage him!

“I know you’re a top,” I teased Greg.  “But you’ve got one beautiful ass…”

It really was gorgeous.  Maybe it was just the pump from the gym, but it looked fucking delicious.  And… glancing over at Dane… his was pretty hot too.  Combine those swollen glutes with a himbo personality, and fuck… this was gonna work out great — for me at least.

“You wanna squeeze it?” Greg asked hopefully.

“Hell yeah,” I growled, stepping closer to the inevitable bottom boy.  “Lemme feel that muscle.”

I stepped close to him and wrapped my arms around his muscular body.  I squeezed his cheeks, letting my fingers really sink in.  It was like… so hot.  For a half-second I was actually jealous how fine his ass was!  I dismissed the thought — big bouncy asses were for bottom sluts, not manly tops like me.

Dane stared jealously.  One night with the tape and he was already sliding towards bottom status.  Another night and he’d be begging me to feel his glutes too.

Oh man… I got him good.

I spent about twenty minutes fondling Greg’s muscle butt.  Dane took the opportunity to shower, coming out of the bathroom in a tight pair of briefs.  Mmmm… I liked that look on him.  Showed off his ass, but it showed his cock too!  Dane has such a thick cock…

Eventually Greg and Dane sat down to play some video games.  I could have joined, but I decided to hit the gym instead.

A few squats couldn’t hurt.

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My ass hurt so much the next morning.  I went hard at the gym, and like…  I like… almost never focus on my ass!

I caught one or two Daddies staring while I did Romanian deadlifts.  They wanted my hole — off limits, of course, but it’s hot when guys stare.

Just thinking about his hungry gaze sent pleasure shooting through me.

I stretched in bed and rubbed my glutes a little.  Mmm… I could really use a massage.  Maybe Dane or Greg could help me out.  I could already hear them moving around in the kitchen.

“Morning guys,” I yawned, scratching my chest.  It took a second for things to click, but when they did, my eyes went wide.  Greg had shaved himself from neck to toe.  He’d been a hairy beast, just like Dane and me, but now he was giving off major twunk energy.

It was so shocking, I almost didn’t notice he’d upgraded his clothes.  When we’re around the house, we’re usually just wearing underwear.  Dane was still wearing a masculine pair of briefs like me, but now Greg was moving around in a neon orange jockstrap!

A jockstrap!  I smirked — that meant tape two was locked in!

“Like… OMG,” Dane cheered as I walked in the room.  “You’re so yummy!”

“Thanks babe,” I said, giving him a slap on his ass.  Dude still thought he was a top, but I knew he’d love the attention.  “Nice work at the gym.”

“You too,” he said breathily.  “And Greg too, right?”

“And Greg too,” I grinned, giving my other roommate’s bare cheeks a slap.  “He’s got like… the hottest ass ever!”

“Little ol’ me,” Greg said in mock embarrassment.  He shifted his hips, making his ass pop.  A couple quick flexes and he got my cock rock hard.

“You love making them look,” Dane teased him.  Would he react to the trigger this time?

“I love when men objectify me,” Greg said in a sudden monotone.  “Flip to side two.”

Tonight he’d take his last step and become a confirmed bottom.

In the meantime, we went to the gym.  Gotta hit those glutes.

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While Greg was taking his evening shower, Dane swapped in tape three.

“I can’t believe how close we are,” he gloated.  “Tomorrow… maybe the next day… we’re gonna have a hot new bottom.”

The thought must have made him happy.  I stared while he adjusted his juicy bulge.  Dane’s always had a thick cock, not quite as long as mine, but like… super suckable.

Not that he’d be using it much longer…

He’d had two whole nights with the first tape.  I had to check and see if I could trigger him.

“You’re doing a lot at the gym,” I said, trying to sound casual.  “You’re like… in love with leg day, right?”

“I’m in love with leg day,” Dane said, his voice suddenly monotone.  “And my mind is clouded with cock.”

Holy shit, that was the call and response for both sides of the tape!  Greg might be a total bottom soon, but Dane was going even farther.  I imagined him prancing around the house in pastel croptops and neon jocks…

“Night boys,” Greg said, passing through the room.  “I’m headed to bed.”

“See you tomorrow bro,” Dane grinned.

After we heard Greg’s snoring, Dane went to his room and grabbed that ridiculous Pride dildo from the box.  He set the artificial cock down in the middle of the coffee table.

“It’s gotta be somewhere he can see it,” Dane explained.  “Fake… real… bros gotta get tempted by cock!”

We hung out a few more minutes, but Dane was tired too.  He went to brush his teeth, and I took the opportunity to swap in a new tape.

Time for his second round of programming.

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Greg wore a black satin jockstrap on Monday.  I saw it the moment he got home from the gym.  He stripped out of his clothes and paraded his peach.

“Mmmm… morning stud…” Dane fawned over him, like the idiot himbo he was becoming.  “Your ass looks like… so tasty…”

“You wanna eat it?” Greg half-teased, spinning so Dane could drool over his fat cheeks.  He dropped a spoon on purpose and expertly picked it up, making sure Dane got a good look at his hole in the process.

“Don’t you have work?” Dane asked, his voice shaking.

“I can be a little late,” Greg winked.  “My boss likes me…”

“You think he wants to fuck you?” Dane asked genuinely.

Oh, that sweet little slut… he should be thinking about fucking Greg, but after the second round of hypnosis, he didn’t care who used Greg’s hole.  He just wanted the tea.

“I mean… maybe?” Greg shrugged.  “I know he’s gay, but… I always thought I was a top?”

“Like… past tense?” Dane raised an eyebrow.

“I dunno bro,” Greg laughed out loud.  “I guess… my ass is pretty hot, right?  Seems like a waste.  It’s time I have some fun with it!”

Dane grabbed at Greg’s ass and pulled the two of them together.  He planted a deep kiss on Greg’s lips, making the other man moan.

“I wanna eat your ass,” Dane growled at him.

“My room,” Greg ordered.  “Now.”

Greg was a bossy bottom.

They were in there for about twenty minutes, and like… I was getting soooo jealous.  How come Dane got to bury his face between those slutty cheeks?  And like… how did it make Greg feel?  Bottoms always act like tonguing their hole is the best thing ever… how come I never get eaten out…?

I rubbed my ass and gave it a couple quick flexes… fuck… was I missing out…

Sometimes I wish I was vers.  Being a top is like… limiting…

The dildo was staring at me from the coffee table.  I’ve never used one… why would I?… but I couldn’t wait for Greg to give it a try.  Watch the bliss on his face as he lets a cock slide inside him… I bet it felt so good…

“FUCK YEAH!” Greg screamed from inside his room.  You can hear everything through these walls.  I can hear practically everything from Dane’s room.  It never made me jealous before.

When Dane strolled out, he had a cocky look on his face.  There was a damp spot on the front of his briefs.  Dude must have cum just from eating hole.

Yeah… he was obsessed with ass alright.

“How was it?” I asked.  “Like… his hole is so totally hot, right?”

“Oh em gee,” Dane giggled.  “I could eat him out like… all day!  He loved it sooooo much!”

“Maybe someone should eat you out?” I teased.  “See how you like it?”

“Mmmm… you a little horny?” he teased, giving my cock a gentle squeeze through my briefs.  I went rock hard.  Dane kept his hand there, rubbing my cock gently with his thumb.

We’d never fooled around before.  There’s a first time for everything.

I barely noticed Greg leaving for work.  He was wearing his typical suit and tie, but I swear his pants were tighter than usual.  Maybe it was just the way his jockstrap lifted him up.  I might have to try one of those… give people a chance to see my work at the gym…

Dane pulled off his briefs and let his cock flop out.  He was so big…. it was almost a shame to turn him into a bottom.

That cock was magnificent.  A gift from god.

We made out for a while, me stroking his cock, him massaging my ass.  Even if I’m not a bottom, I still enjoy the attention.  I sucked on his pole while he rubbed his finger over the bud of my hole.

The hair was really chafing down there.  I should do something about that…

“You ready?” I asked, cupping his ass with my hand and giving it a squeeze.

“Eat my ass bro…” he moaned, turning to let me at it.  I buried my tongue in his hole and  Dane’s beefcake body shuddered.

“Fuuuuuuuuck…” he moaned into the couch cushions.  “Yaaaaaaaaah…”

I worked my briefs down my thighs and let my cock free.  I didn’t want to fuck him… not yet.  He still thinks he’s a top.  But once he’s sure about bottoming… yeah… I couldn’t wait…

“Oh fuuuuuuck…” he gasped.  His hips bucked, and I felt his cheeks clenching, even as I kept my tongue going.  Dane was blowing his load, just cause I ate his ass.  He was a bottom for sure!

I untangled myself from him and laid back on the couch.  Fuck I felt good.

“Let me return the favour,” Dane grinned, crawling over me.

He didn’t give me any time to think about it, and besides… thinking is like… hard.  Like my cock!  Just follow your cock, y’know?

“Mmmm…” I whimpered.  “Do it…”

When his tongue pushed inside me, it was like… the best thing ever.  My insides shivered at the new feeling.  He put one hand on my chest, tweaking my nipples as he went.  He used the other hand to support my leg and give him better access.

Oh yeah… the dude was totally fixated on ass.

I let him indulge his new obsession, tonguing me for a good ten minutes.  After I was nice and loose down there, I felt him shift around.  Whatever… let him explore… my eyes were closed, enjoying the sunlight on my skin and the sensation in my body.

There was something cold on my hole.  But who cared?  He worked a finger inside me and it felt so good.  He added another finger.  I let out a little moan, but I didn’t give him too much.  Didn’t want him thinking I was a bottom.

I gasped when he slid the dildo inside.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck…” I rumbled as my hole gave way.  I bit my lip… it’s not like I was really getting fucked… it was just a toy… and besides, Dane was the one obsessed with my ass… yeah… Dane’s such a fucking bottom…

“That’s right babe…” he giggled like an idiot.  “Take it good!”

I blew my load all over his pecs.

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We showered off together, giddy as midwestern twinks on their first visit to New York City.  I felt a surge of pride after fooling around with Dane.  It wasn’t exactly my thing — I’m a top after all — but anything to help him be a better bottom.

“Mmmm…” he moaned as I soaped up his back.  “How come we like… never fucked before?”

“We’re both tops,” I smirked, knowing he was already doubting himself.  He had to be.  “But it’s like… so much better getting dicked down, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he sighed.  God, he was dumb.  Didn’t even realize what was happening to him.

“Hey…” I said, curious how far he’d go.  “Your hole’s pretty hairy.  Maybe we should shave it?”

I might have gone too far on that one.  He left a long silence.

“I’ll shave mine if you shave yours,” he finally said.  “Like… we can help each other out!”

“Bitch,” I laughed.  “My ass is like… barely hairy!”

“Girl, it’s a fuckin’ forest,” he shot back.  “Come on… just let me shave your hole…”

“Okay,” I agreed a little too fast.  “But you go first!”

He grabbed his razor off the shower caddy and I reached out to the counter and found a can of shaving creme.  Dane positioned himself so he was blocking the shower spray, letting me crouch down so I was face to face with his ass.  I wasn’t like… too hairy or whatever, but… my bottom should be smooth!

The first slice of the razor cut a swath.  I went slowly and carefully… gotta make this feel good or else he’d just let it grow back.  I ran my finger down his slippery slope and watched him suppress a shiver.

Another stroke.  More bare flesh.  He let out a tiny whimper.

“You like that?” I grinned, continuing with my work.  “Feels good to be smooth, doesn’t it?”

“Feels so good…” he muttered, bracing himself against the tile.  “Never knew my hole was so sexy…”

I spread his cheeks and carefully tidied up around his hole.  It was so tempting… I couldn’t resist plunging my face in there again, darting my tongue around and feeling him squirm.

“Ooooh… fuck me…” he gasped.

Soon, baby.  Soon.

“There you go,” I said, slapping his ass and watching it jiggle.  “All cleaned up.”

“Thanks babe,” he said, giving me this spaced out grin.  He looked totally vapid.  “Your turn!”

God… with that shaved ass, he was so obviously a bottom slut.  Did I really want to come off like that?  But everyone knows I’m a top, and like… I totally act like one, so…

It wouldn’t hurt, right?

And hair grows back.

And a deal’s a deal!

“Go slow…” I begged, handing him the razor.

“You’re gonna look so hot,” he laughed, turning me and getting down behind me.

I tensed for a second, but when the razor touched my skin I melted.  One long stroke, and I knew this was gonna look incredible.  After all, just cause I don’t get fucked, that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t look good!

I pictured myself at the club, moving my body in nothing but a jockstrap… yeah… let all those dumb slut bottoms see what I got.  The hotter I looked, the more I’d get to fuck!

Another stroke of the razor and my cock twitched.  I let out a little noise.

“Somebody likes that,” Dane chuckled from behind me.  “I bet all the guys at the gym are gonna want your hole.”

“Too bad for them,” I giggled.  “I’m like… such a top.”

I imagined the big-dicked hotties at my gym, checking me out.  Maybe it was the confidence of a clean shaved ass, maybe it was the cute little booty shorts I’d borrow from Dane, but they were definitely into me.

“Yeah,” Dane giggled back.  “I’m a top too!”

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Greg came home from work and found us stoned and watching a movie.

“Seriously?” he said, squeezing in between us.  “None of us are getting off?  Dude, it’s been days since I fucked.”

“I got off this morning,” Dane shrugged and pointed at me.  “So did he.”

“Threesome?” Greg asked excitedly.  I could feel him flexing his ass at the idea.  Dude wanted to be the bottom in a threesome so bad.

Maybe Dane and I could oblige him.  At least… tonight.  After that I’d be topping both their holes.

I pictured him in my bed, his face buried in the mattress, his ass up in the air.  His hole would twitch and pucker as we teased it, then a cock would slide inside and he’d feel that incredible rush of pleasure.

We’ve got good sized cocks, and a cock feels so much bigger when it’s inside you… at least, I imagine it does.  I haven’t taken a real one yet.

But Greg would soon.  He’d feel a cock brush up against his prostate and the burst of ecstasy that comes from feeling it pulse inside you.

Again, I’m guessing.

“No threesome,” Dane shrugged.  “We played around a little.”

I gave Dane a sharp glance.  No way did I want him to mention that he’d slipped that dildo inside me for like… half a second or whatever.  Greg would never let me top him if he thought I was a stupid slutty bottom…

“Yeah,” I grunted.  “It was fun.”

“Damn,” Greg moaned.  “Wish I was there.”

We watched the movie for a few minutes.  Greg took a couple hits off our joint.  We were vibing just like old times until he spoke.

“I really need to get my ass fucked,” Greg sighed.

“I’m sorry… like… what??” Dane grinned.  “Like… bro… aren’t you a top?”

He gave me a devilish look.

“I dunno man,” Greg shrugged, taking another hit of the joint.  “I thought I was, but lately my ass seems really fuckable.”

“It looks really fuckable,” Dane grinned.

“Thanks,” Greg said, blushing a little.  “It feels weird, y’know?  I’ve always been a strict top, but these last few days… all I can think about is some dude fucking my hole with his big juicy cock… to be honest, I’m kinda desperate for it…”

Greg glanced at Dane.  Wrong choice buddy, Dane was like… almost a bottom too!  And so much dumber than Greg… Greg was still like… really smart.

Not like Dane.  Dane was so fucking turned on at the gym, he could barely count reps.  He’s giving like… total meathead vibes.  The gym staff actually asked if we were high!

“You wanna ride a cock, huh buddy?” Dane smirked.  “That’s like… so fuckin’ hot.”

“Yeah,” I agreed enthusiastically.  “Cock is so fuckin’ hot.”

Greg glanced back and forth.  He wanted us bad, but… like… we should make him work for it, right?  He’s such a bottom boy, it’ll be hot to watch him beg.

I guess Dane had the same idea.

“You ever used a dildo?” Dane asked, pointing at the fake cock on the coffee table.  “I got that one for like… I dunno… but you can try it!”

Greg seemed disappointed.  Shouldn’t we be pounding his ass by now?  And like… why weren’t we?  But I wanted to see him try the dildo too!

“Go ahead brah,” I grinned.  “Bet you’ll love it!”

“Uh… okay…” Greg seemed bewildered.  “I guess… yeah… I’ll give it a try…”

He picked the dildo up and examined it.  The thing was gaudy and colourful, but it had a realistic shape, good texture, even a pair of balls.  That was so important… I’d hate for Greg to miss out on balls slapping against his bubble.

“You should suck it first,” Dane suggested.

“But… why don’t I just suck on yours?” Greg asked, staring shamelessly at Dane’s bulge.  “I can’t wait to swallow a thick… creamy… load…”

“One thing at a time… slut,” Dane giggled.  “Come on… show us what you got…”

Our living room has these floor to ceiling glass windows.  Greg took the fake cock and walked over to them.  The dildo had a suction cup on the bottom, so he stuck it to the window and got down on his knees.

Of course the dude was showing off his ass in that black satin jockstrap he was wearing, trying to tempt Dane and me into fucking his hole right away.

No luck buddy.  You gotta earn this dick.  And Dane’s is off the market.

Greg started tentatively, licking up and down the shaft.  He’d given blowjobs before — we all have — but it was rare.  It took a couple minutes before he loosened up, taking big wet licks up the shaft and seeing how much of the fake cock he could swallow.

“That’s right,” Dane purred from the couch.  “You’re such a fuckin’ whore.”

Even though he was just watching, I could see Dane’s tongue flicking in the air.  He was picturing himself sucking the cock, the same way a guitarist might absently move his fingers while he listens to a solo.  He was like… obsessed with Greg’s cock.

Greg’s big yummy cock just dripping with precum…

What?  Tops can suck cock.  It’s not like taking a load up your ass.

I couldn’t wait to put a load up Greg’s ass… could I?  As soon as he was ready.  Right now he  was busy, gargling plastic balls in absolute ecstasy.

“You wanna ride it, don’t ya?” Dane prodded him.

“Yeah…” Greg said, lost in some kind of haze.  His mind was totally focussed on the silicone cock.  It was hot, seeing him reduced to a needy bottom.  I ran my thumb down the outline of my cock and hoped he’d let me fuck him soon.

“Then ride it,” I offered.  “There’s lube on the coffee table.”

Greg moved as if in a trance.  He grabbed the lube and dribbled it over the dildo.  While the lube dripped down its length, Greg took a healthy dollop and rubbed it into his hole.  He was clumsy and unsure, but… a butt boy’s gotta learn.

He gasped when the first half-inch slipped inside him.  For a second, I thought his hypnotic conditioning was going to shatter.  He held himself still, trembling at the size.

It feels so much bigger when it’s inside.

“Oh fuuuuuuck…” Greg whimpered, glancing from Dane to me and back again.

“You can do it babe!” Dane cheered him on.  “Think about all those bottoms you fucked… they felt so good taking a big… thick… cock…”

“It’s too big…” Greg said.  His legs were shaking.  But even as he spoke, he sank another half inch onto the pole.  “Oh my god…”

Just watching him made me jealous.  He was so lucky… entering a life of total bliss…

I glanced over at Dane.  He was enthralled, watching Greg bottom.  He kept shifting in his seat, like his hole was reacting to the view.  I imagined Greg and Dane working a double sided dildo together, their amazing cocks hanging useless, focussed only on their holes.

“Oh god…” Greg gasped, suddenly dropping another three inches down the shaft.  His ass was opening up.  He was figuring out how to relax and let it happen.

Then he pulled off a tiny bit… was he done already…?

He slid down again, pushing farther onto the pole than before.  The motion made him pant, his new needs taking over from his old habits.  Greg couldn’t wait — he lifted himself again, a couple inches this time… then slammed himself back down.

“Fuck yeah…” he gasped, raising himself for another thrust.  He squatted onto the dildo so hard his cheeks smashed against the window.  “Fuck yeah…”

I wondered if anyone was watching from the next building over.  I hoped so.

It was so hot watching Greg fuck away his top status.  Fucking yourself with a dildo… you’d have to be a total bottom slut.  I mean, I’ve taken that same dildo, but I wasn’t acting like a total power bottom — I’m a top after all.

Dane and I stroked our cocks for a good ten minutes, watching Greg ream out his hole.  He went faster and faster, getting more and more comfortable with the intrusion.  He was gonna cum soon… I could feel it… my hole was practically pulsing as I watched him…

“Oh fuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeee,” Greg screamed, blowing his load all over the hardwood.

He slumped to his knees and the artificial cock slipped out of him.  I watched the former-top  melt to the floor, breathing heavy the whole time.

He rolled over, raising up his hips and pushing his ass in the air.

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We left Greg with tape three for one more night.  Sure, he might act like a bottom, but he still needed to take a real cock.  Bottoms take cock.  That’s like… the definition.

“Too bad he came already,” I said, passing a joint with Dane.  “I’d fuck him.”

“Yeah, me too,” Dane agreed a little too easily.  It was total lip service.  He was too far down the path, there was no way he’d fuck Greg.

“Guess he’s gonna be in there a while,” I said, gesturing at the bathroom.  Instead of his usual shower, Greg was taking a bubble bath.  Like… we get it dude… you’re a bottom.

“For sure,” Dane nodded.  “Too bad… I… uh… I ordered something special for him…”

“Something else?” I joked.  “Cause that last delivery was a humdinger.”

“Yeah,” Dane grinned wide.  “Like… I was online looking at jockstraps or whatever, and… I bought like… a bunch!  They’ll look super hot…”

“On Greg?” I asked.

“Uh… duh,” he laughed.  “You see another bottom?”

Yeah.  I glanced at Dane’s reflection in the window.  I was looking right at one.

“You should try a jockstrap,” I suggested innocently.  “Like… Greg says they’re so comfy…”

“Dude, no way,” Dane snapped at me.  “Those are for bottoms!”

“But you bought a bunch of them!” I pointed out.  “You don’t want… like… one?  Just to see what it’s like?”

There was a sudden noise from the bathroom.  Greg had pulled the plug on the bath.  That sent Dane and me scurrying — he went and started the tape player in Greg’s room, while I rushed into Dane’s room and started his tape too.

He wasn’t lying about ordering a ton of jockstraps.  There was a box on his desk crammed full of new jocks, each of them in its individual silver package.

I grabbed one.  Just to see.