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Hey guys - I wrote a longer story and I don't know that it strictly belongs here, so I'm making it free.  I'm thinking I might post it to GSS as a Christmas gift.  If anyone has any feedback in the next couple weeks, I'd love to hear it.  A word of warning – this is 13,000+ words, so it might be a long read.

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My frat throws the best parties, and this one was better than normal.

I had a red cup in my hand, I was wearing my favourite tank, and my buddies were having a good time. Sometimes Newt tells me he doesn’t belong at these parties. He says they’re “the height of straight culture” whatever that means. The guy’s such a smart little twink, I don’t know what he’s talking about sometimes.

Tonight though, he was letting loose and having fun.

He was over by the foosball table, cheering on our buddy Jamie. Jamie’s great – a total bro. I love a total bro. I’ve even fucked Jamie a few times. Right now he was in fine form, shirtless and buzzed, winning at foosball, and screaming like a maniac. Jamie could probably pledge Phi Alpha if he wanted.

Me, I’m already a brother. My tank has the greek letters stamped on it – white text on a red background. I got in as a freshman, which is rare, but maybe it’s an equity thing.

“Dude, beer me,” I said, shoving my solo cup at the bartender. Craig was on duty tonight – he’s the president of the frat, and sometimes I think he pulls bartender duty just so the rest of us can get sloppy drunk.

“Sure thing buddy,” Craig said, filling me up from the keg. “Having a good night?”

“Yeah bro,” I laughed.

“Cool,” he grinned. “Don’t forget to drink some water here and there, okay?”

“Will do man,” I said. Craig’s always taking care of me. He’s awesome. All my brothers are awesome like that. “Thanks for the remind.”

“No worries D,” Craig smiled. “Now enjoy yourself.”

I moved across the room easily. When you look like me, people pay attention. Most of them got out of the way, though there were always a few trying to brush up against my gains. I mean, whatever, right? I like when dudes appreciate this sick bod. And if the women do it, it’s not like they know, right?

“Hey Dalton,” Newt said. I bent down so I could hear him better.

“Hey bud,” I smiled.

“Check it out,” Newt said into my ear, pointing across the room with his chin. “I think that guy is into you.”

There was a guy over by the couches. He had pale skin and dark hair. I couldn’t really see if he was hot – dude had his body covered with a baggy black hoodie and matching jeans.

“Thanks Newt,” I said, squeezing my buddy by the shoulders. Him and Jamie are so nice to me. I made eye contact with the dark haired guy and headed over.

“Hey, my name’s Dalton. I’m one of the brothers here. Wanna see my room? It’s just upstairs. I was thinking maybe I could fuck you,” I said, giving my friendliest grin. “I mean, if you’re into it.”

He gave me a wicked grin.

“Holy shit,” he laughed. “I heard you were straightforward, but man... yeah, I’m into it. My name’s Josh.”

“Good to meet you Josh,” I said, throwing a thick arm around him.

I guided him up from the basement, through the kitchen, and up to the second floor. There’s a sign that says it’s off limit during parties, and Ryan was sitting at the top of the stairs with a beer, enforcing that rule.

But I’m a brother here and I’m gonna go hook up, so the sign doesn’t apply to me. Everyone in this frat is like... weirdly proud I’m gay. Like it proves we’re so not-like-the-other-girls.

“This is... exactly what I expected,” Josh laughed, taking in my room. I get that it’s not amazing or whatever, but it’s home. I’ve got posters on the walls and I lit some incense right away, cause I know my laundry hamper can smell kinda funky. I work out a lot, so there’s a lot of sweat waiting to get washed.

“Hey dude,” I said, closing the door. “I’m gonna lock the deadbolt, but only cause I don’t want anyone walking in on us, okay? You can leave anytime. Just turn this handle thingy like this,” I said, demonstrating the lock.

“Yeah uh... Dalton, I know how to use a deadbolt,” Josh said.

“Okay, sweet,” I smiled. “Most guys know how, but I don’t want someone feeling trapped or anything.”

I pulled my shirt off, showing off my cut torso. Wrestling and weights have given me heavy round muscles. I’ve got that classic V, the one everyone dreams about. It sucks that I have to diet so strict, especially if I want to drink a few beers at parties, but I’m super proud of the way my abs stand out.

“Holy shit,” Josh said, admiring my body.

“Yeah, I like the gym,” I laughed, pushing down my jeans. That left me in my maroon and yellow boxers – school colours. Go Wildcats.

“You cool if I fuck you?” I asked. Consent is important. There was a trainer lady that came from the college and she said that.

“Hell yeah,” Josh said with a a wide grin. “But... maybe you wanna play around first?”

“Like... Madden or whatever?” I asked. I mean, if he needed some time to get comfortable, I get it.

“No, like... foreplay... or whatever,” Josh said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t worry bro, I’ll walk you through it.”

I stepped forward and kissed Josh hard. I understood what he meant. Dude, when it comes to sex, I know what I’m doing. He moaned and ran his hands over my back – Josh was getting seriously into it.

I pulled off Josh’s hoodie and t-shirt, dropping them both on the floor. He had an okay body, but I don’t think the guy works out or anything. It’s cool if you do, but I get it, the gym’s not for everyone. I like going though.

I unbuttoned Josh’s pants next and let him kick them off, then dropped to my knees and pulled down his black boxers. He was already hard, but I spent a few minutes sucking his dick, just to get him really revved up. Plus... guys, I fuckin’ love sucking dick. The taste, the smell, even just the way it fills my mouth. Cock is amazing.

Finally I motioned Josh over to the bed.

“Hey bro...” Josh said hopefully. “You don’t have any rope or anything, do you?”

“Uh... no, sorry man,” I said shrugging. I knew some guys were into that, but it’s never been my thing.

“How about a few neckties?” Josh asked. “I’ll show you what to do.”

“Sorry bro,” I said with another shrug. “I don’t even own a suit.”

“Okay,” Josh said. He looked a little sad, so I tried to think of something. “Hey man, I’ve got lots of t-shirts... lemme give that a try,” I said, turning and going for my closet. While I picked a few of my shirts out, I made sure to flex my back and give him a little show.

“You want me to tie your hands and feet?” I asked, coming at him with a half dozen shirts.

“Yeah,” he grinned eagerly. Josh positioned himself on the bed with his ass in the air, stretching his limbs out towards the bedposts.

I took my longest t-shirt and tried to tie it around his wrist. The fabric was pretty thick though, and I’m not so good at knots and stuff, so by the time I got it around his wrist, there wasn’t really enough material left to attach on the bed. I bit my lip and tried again. Maybe I just needed a little practice.

After a few minutes, Josh waved me off.

“Dalton, this is... super sweet,” he said. “But don’t worry about it man. You can just fuck me.”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Okay, but flip over for a minute,” I said. I dropped the t-shirts off the bed. “I might not be good at knots, but there’s other stuff I’m good at.”

I kissed him on the mouth, grinding my heavy body against his smaller frame. I made sure to give my body a wave motion, like I was dancing, then I started kissing down his neck and his chest. Eventually I got to his cock, which I wrapped my lips around again and brought back up to full mast.

“Oh my god, that feels so good,” Josh moaned. I could feel his cock leaking salty precum onto my tongue. Fuck yeah.

“Okay bro, time to flip,” I said, gently rolling him over onto his front side.

I lubed him up and pushed gently into him. My cock is... it’s kinda huge, so I always try to be careful. I went slow, making sure I gave him plenty of time to get used to it. I could tell that Josh had ridden a lot of dicks though... he was eager to sink deeper onto my cock the whole time.

Finally I got mostly in, so I started moving my hips up and down. I’ve got great rhythm, and it wasn’t long before Josh was blowing his load all over my sheets.

“Oh my god,” he moaned as I kept bucking my cock inside of him.

“Almost there bro...” I moaned. “Promise!”

And there it was, my cock pulsing as his ass flooded with cum. Fuck I love that feeling. I try jerking it off sometimes, but nothing compares to actually sinking your dick into a man and letting his glutes milk it out.

After a few minutes, I heard Josh starting to move.

“Hey,” I said sleepily. “You wanna cuddle for a while?”

“Uh, not really my style,” Josh admitted. “That was uh... I think you’re the hottest guy I’ve ever slept with.”

“You were a good fuck,” I grinned. “You’ve got a great ass bro. Follow me on insta... I’ll message you again sometime.”

“Yeah, okay,” Dalton said, tugging on his jeans. “I guess I’ll see you around.”

“For sure.”

I waited another fifteen or twenty minutes, just lying there. Then I stepped into my bathroom and rinsed off. Once my clothes were back on, I checked myself out in the mirror for a couple minutes. Damn, I’m one hot jock.

“Here I come,” I said, giving the mirror a wink. I grabbed my beer off the desk and headed back downstairs.

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I walked into a sex store.

I’ve never been in one of these before, but there’s a first time for everything. I’d walked by here a few times – it’s near the clubs – and I thought maybe this was the place to go. They had some pretty kinky stuff in the window – dildos and stuff, so I figured they’d help me out.

There was an old man hanging out at the counter. He was at least forty. I didn’t know guys that old still cared about sex.

“Hey,” I said, giving him a confident smile. “My name’s Dalton. Can I ask you some questions?”

“Oh, hi Dalton,” he said with a chuckle. “That’s what I’m here for.”

“Cool,” I nodded. “Are you uh... I’m gay, are you cool if I ask about gay stuff?”

“That’s no problem,” he said. “I’m actually gay myself.”

“Oh awesome,” I grinned.

“So what can I help you with?”

“Well... I was hooking up with this guy last night, and he asked me to tie him to the bed. I know some guys like that – like, I heard about 50 shades and stuff – but I don’t know anything about it,” I confessed. “I tried to do it with t-shirts, but I’m not so good with knots.”

The clerk laughed.

“That’s no problem,” he said. “Can I ask, are you into BDSM yourself?”

“Huh?”

“Do you like to be tied up?” he asked.

“Oh! I don’t know, I’ve never really tried it,” I said. “I’m a top. But I wanted to have like... the basics on hand, just in case I hook up with another guy who likes that stuff.”

“That’s really sweet of you Dalton,” the clerk said, looking at me like he’d just found a treasure chest.

“Thanks,” I said, trying not to blush. “I just like making dudes happy during sex. As long as my dick gets taken care of, I’m pretty easy.”

“For sure,” he agreed. “Let me show you a few things.”

The clerk was super generous with his time. He spent like half an hour walking me around the store and showing me all sorts of things. By the end of the visit, I had a box on the counter with some silk ties, a couple pairs of handcuffs, a blindfold thing, a leather harness, and something that looked like a ping pong paddle.

“Okay, these should do you for the basics,” the clerk said, ringing me up.

It wasn’t cheap, but whatever, my instagram sponsored posts do pretty good. Plus my Dad sends money all the time.

“And since you’re such a sweet guy, I’m going to throw in a special gift,” he said, pulling a pair of leather bracelets from under the counter. “I make these myself, and I think they’ll really help you out. These are special Dalton, I don’t hand these out to everyone.”

Like I said, this guy was super generous.

“Thanks buddy,” I said, placing them carefully in my box. “I really appreciate it.”

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I came back to my room after the gym and dropped onto the bed. I’m always exhausted after my workout. Too tired to do homework...

... but not too tired to check out my new toys. I grinned, remembering the box on my desk.

I dumped it out on the bed and sat down cross legged. All of this stuff... man, I didn’t know where to start. I grabbed one of the silk ties and started practicing with it. First tying it to my headboard, then wrapping it around my ankle and making a tight knot. I might not be the smartest tool in the toolshed, but dude, I know how to practice. I do the reps.

Eventually I got it down. I even got it fast.

After I figured out how to untie myself, I grabbed the blindfold and turned it over in my hands. It was red, with an elastic band, like a mask. I moved over to my mirror and put it on, eager to see how it looked.

I guess the inside looked fine. Such a bruh moment.

Next up I grabbed the handcuffs and practiced locking them around my wrist. I thought carefully this time, making sure I didn’t cuff myself to something without the key handy. They were a little tight on me, but on someone like Josh they’d almost be roomy. Man... I hoped I’d get a chance to show him all my new toys. I bet he’d be stoked.

Finally I got to the leather. I went for the harness first, stripping off my t-shirt and sliding the straps over my chest. It framed my chest without covering up my hard earned pecs. I gotta admit, I kinda liked it.

Last but not least, I tried on the leather bracelets that the shopkeeper gave me. It was such a nice thing, giving a little present. The first bracelet went on easy. When I put the second bracelet on my wrist though, a wave of disorientation hit me.

My stomach twisted and my brain felt like it was on fire.

My eyes lit up, sending bright beams of light out into the room. Was that a metaphor? Maybe – I honestly don’t remember the details.

I felt like I was panicking. I could feel my attention jumping all around the room – my pile of homework, the silky ties on the bed, how fuckin’ sexy I looked in the harness... I couldn’t keep my mind on one thing for very long.

But it didn’t feel bad. It wasn’t exhausting – I usually got tired when I had to focus too much, but somehow this pace felt okay. It probably wasn’t a panic attack, that wouldn’t be this comfortable.

I put my finger to my neck and counted my pulse out. 54 beats per minute – that’s a normal resting rate for me.

Whatever had happened, it had to be the bracelets. Unless there was some sort of delayed reaction from putting on the harness, but that didn’t seem likely.

There was only one way to find out. I unsnapped one of the bracelets and...

The whole fuckin’ world slowed down. It was like everything got foggy or whatever.

I stared at the bracelet. That was so trippy.

I grinned and snapped it back on.

Disorientation. Nausea. Brain fire. But the fog had lifted, and my brain was running like a new computer. Yeah, there was definitely something happening with the bracelets.

Was it technology? Magic? Or maybe they had some sort of drug on them? Did it even matter how they worked, so long as they did?

I slipped out of the harness carefully, just to make sure it wasn’t part of the circuit. Luckily it wasn’t. I could pull off bracelets as a look, but a full-time harness was probably too much.

I spent a minute admiring myself in the mirror, checking out how the bracelets looked on my body. They were definitely a fashion choice, but I didn’t think anyone would get too weird about it. Yeah... I could leave them on all the time.

At least, until I got sick of feeling this way. I doubted I ever would.

I rifled through my closet, picking out a red t-shirt that really highlights my pecs – it’s done up like a football jersey, but on cotton and way tighter than any real jersey. I looked at it critically – you know, if I got it tailored, it would really show off my V. Or would that look like I was trying too hard?

Probably worth getting a couple shirts tailored and seeing how it felt. But that was for another day. Today, I felt like a dog who just learned how to smell. I wanted to take a fresh sniff at everything.

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“Hey bro,” Ryan said casually as I walked into the kitchen. Ryan’s this great guy – he’s an upperclassman on the football team and one hell of a friend.

“Hey man,” I said with a grin. “How’s it going?”

“Good man, good,” he said. “Hey, remember to take your protein powder today, okay?”

I take my protein powder every day. Once in the morning, once after class. Now that I think of it, I think Brad reminded me to take it this morning.

“Uh, yeah, I will,” I said, a little annoyed. “You don’t have to remind me all the time.”

“You feeling okay bro?” Ryan asked, giving me a concerned look.

“Yeah, I just... I can remember it myself,” I said.

“Hey, we’re just lookin’ out for our buddy,” Ryan said, giving me a light slap on the chest.

“Okay...” I said. “Look, don’t worry about it. Thanks for the reminder.”

Ryan nodded and grinned at me. He grabbed the smoothie he was making and headed for the front room.

That was seriously weird. It’s a fact that my bros look out for me – whether it’s Craig reminding me not to drink too much or Ryan helping me out with my nutrition or Kevin reminding me to get to class on time. But I didn’t feel like I needed help with that stuff. Why did they treat me like such a total dumbass.

Yeah, you already guessed it, huh? I’m surprised it took me this long.

I was a total dumbass. At least I used to be.

And something about the bracelets... they were making me smart. They were boosting me up to a regular level. Maybe even past a regular level. All my fratbros had just been... putting up with me I guess? It felt more like babysitting.

Holy crap. I didn’t know if I should be pissed at them or grateful.

One thing was for sure – while I was figuring this out, I’d stick with the status quo. Would anyone believe it anyhow?

So I mixed my protein shake and headed for the front room. I grabbed a spot on the couch and watched Ryan and Michael play Call of Duty.

“Hey bro,” Michael muttered, focussed on the game. Michael’s not your typical frat rat – he’s a computer science major – but he’s a nice guy and he keg stands like nothing else.

“Hey,” I said. I shut my mouth and watched, sipping my protein shake and sorting through my memories. My fratbros were all condescending fucks to me... but I mean, didn’t I need that? Wasn’t it for my own good?

For a long ten minutes, I thought about slipping off the bracelets. Maybe I’d been better off dumb. There was nothing wrong with living a simple life.

But... I liked how everything was roaring through my head, not just bouncing off my thick skull. I’m not ready to give this up. Not just to avoid an uncomfortable transition.

“Hey bro, wanna play?” Ryan finally asked, tossing me a controller.

I gulped down the last of my protein shake.

“Yeah bro,” I grinned.

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After a full day of faking dumb, I needed a break.

“Hey you wanna go clubbing?” I texted Newt and Jamie.

“100%” texted Newt.

“Dude I’m in!” texted Jamie.

“My place @ 8” Newt texted. “Lets predrink”

I showed up at Newt’s place with a six pack of beer, looking really fuckin’ fine.

After supper I’d locked myself in my room and gone through my whole wardrobe, sorting out the pieces that worked best on me. I’m built like a god, but why not dress the part?

Tonight I was wearing a dark pair of jeans that hugged my ass. I never really liked them before – they’re super uncomfortable, but the way they show my glutes makes me push that aside. I matched them with one of my favourite shirts, this fire engine red tank that shows off my delts really well. Then I spent the rest of the night on YouTube, learning enough about hair to make mine stand up in a stylish wave.

“Hey, someone’s lookin’ good,” Newt said, answering the door, his eyes sweeping over my body.

“Thanks bro,” I said, giving him a squeeze.

“Hey, that you Dalton?” I heard Jamie slur from the living room. “Come on, we’re doing shots!”

“This way,” Newt said, gesturing me forward like I hadn’t been in his apartment a thousand time. I was starting to expect it from my frat brothers, but I guess I thought my friends would act differently. Newt probably treated me like a dumbass too.

“Hey brah,” Jamie laughed as I walked in the room. “C’mon, let’s get fucked up!” He handed me a shot – something green – and we downed them. It takes a lot to get me drunk, but Jamie seemed like he was already at his cut off.

“You doing okay dude?” I asked, steadying him with a firm hand to the shoulder.

“Yeah,” he burped. He pulled off his backwards ball cap, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and replaced it. “I’m good to party.”

“Did you guys get started early?” I asked.

“Just me bro,” Jamie laughed. “I mighta had a couple before I... dude you look hot tonight. What’s with the fuckin’ cuffs?” he asked, pointing at my bracelets.

“Oh my god,” Newt said, taking a second look. “You going all leather daddy on us Dalton? Where’d you get those – a porn shoot?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Whatever,” I said, brushing it off. “I like ‘em. Don’t bug me about them.”

At least they had the good grace to stop mentioning them. Newt and I spent the next hour playing a drinking game – every time Jamie did slurred his speech, we took a drink. I’ll be honest – it was a little sad, but I knew we’d played it before. It just never struck me as... assholic.

By the time we left for the club, I was starting to get a buzz. We took a cab across town to the gay district and headed down the stairs of “The Manhole”. It was decorated like a sewer, but the drinks were cheap, and it was a favourite with the younger crowd.

“Come on Dalton, go get us some beers,” Newt ordered, pointing at the line by the bar.

“Why don’t you get ‘em?” I asked, forgetting for a moment that I was trying to hide my newfound intelligence.

“Because Dalt, with those big wide shoulders... guys just get out of your way,” Newt explained. I’d heard the same story a bunch of times before, but it was clearly bullshit. I always waited in line for ten minutes while these two checked out hotties.

“You get ‘em this time,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Uh... okay?” Newt said, looking surprised at how I pushed back. He turned and headed for the line, leaving me and Jamie behind.

Jamie burped and slumped on a couch.

“Bro, I think that guy’s checking you out,” Jamie said, pointing incoherently across the bar.

I found the guy and smiled at him. He wasn’t anything too special, just your standard issue college bro. But he was staring at me hard, either admiring my muscles or my handsome face.

I’ve never had trouble hooking up.

“Hey!” Jamie shouted, waving his arm and gesturing the guy over. “Get your ass over here. Dalton loves to FUCK!”

“Jamie, shut up!” I said, shocked at how forward my friend was being.

Or had he always been this way? I always remember Jamie being a good wingman, I guess I just didn’t notice he was a raging alcoholic too.

“Alright guys, three beers for the three musketeers,” Newt said, showing up with three pint glasses.

Jamie pointed across the room at the bro. He waved when we looked.

“Already!?” Newt said, rolling his eyebrows.

“Okay, I’m going to go talk to this guy,” I said, taking a beer from Newt. “Jamie, I don’t want you drinking anymore. Newt can you just... make sure he gets home safe?”

“What am I, the taxi service?” Newt said behind me as I walked away. “Fine,” he called. “I guess I’m just gonna call a cab and go home!”

Let’s be real for a second – nobody was gonna hit on Newt anyway, and Jamie was way too fucked up to be out clubbing. I shouldn’t have taken them tonight. I did the right thing.

Besides, I was busy. The bro across the room was in front of me, and he was pretty good looking.

“Hey,” he said, giving a thirsty look over my body. “I like the cuffs.”

“Yeah?” I asked, teasing him a little. We both knew where this would end. “My name’s Dalton,” I said. “What’s yours?”

“I’m Jack,” he said, cheersing me with his beer. “And I’m totally into you.”

“You want me to fuck you,” I said confidently.

Jack grinned and nodded, giving his ass a little flex.

“That’s exactly what I want,” he said. “I want you to split me in two bro.”

“Well you’re in luck,” I grinned. “You’re coming home with me right now. I’m gonna tie you to the bed, I’m gonna split your ass wide, and you’re gonna beg me for more.”

“Hell yeah,” Jack said. “Let’s get out of here.”

I took him back to my place. It was still early, and most of the guys were out picking up girls. Michael and Ryan were still deep in their Call of Duty playoffs.

“Hey D,” Ryan called. “You goin’ to go bang some twink ass,” he laughed.

These guys aren’t normally douchebags… at least, that’s what I thought. But a few beers in and I guess my bros start making shitty comments.

“Yeah Dalton, when’s it gonna be our turn?” Michael laughed, leaning to show me his butt.

“You wish,” I said, guiding Jack up the stairs. “You’ll have to take care of each other.”

I was a few beers in too. The old me never would have said that.

Whatever. I pulled Jack into my room and told him to strip down. The guy was eager, stripping off his t-shirt so fast that his backwards ball cap flew across the room.

“Keep the hat on,” I told him, stripping off my tank and dropping it on the floor. He retrieved the cap, then kicked off his shoes and finished stripping down. Meanwhile I went to my closet and pulled out my harness, slipping into the leather straps.

“That’s really fuckin’ hot,” he grinned, staring at my broad chest when I turned back.

“Thanks,” I said. “Get on the bed.”

Jack jumped onto the bed and stuck his ass in the air, shaking it from side to side. I started with his hands, tying quick tight knots around his wrists, then pulling them taut and anchoring them to my headboard.

“Oh man, this is so great,” Jack giggled.

“You love it,” I grinned.

I did his ankles next, securing them against my bed frame. By the time I was done, Jack was spread eagle on the bed. He wouldn’t be going anywhere – not until I allowed it.

That idea made my cock jump.

“Split my ass Daddy…” Jack begged, shaking his cheeks.

“Not yet,” I said. “You’re being a little demanding, aren’t you Jack?”

“C’mon bro, I want you to fuck me,” he moaned, grinding his cock into my sheets.

I slapped his ass with the paddle, leaving a large red mark on his right cheek. He yelped at the impact.

“We’ll fuck when I saw we fuck,” I told him harshly.

“Okay!” he shouted.

“What’s that Jack?” I asked, giving his left cheek a hit with the paddle.

“We’ll fuck when you say we’ll fuck,” he shouted quickly. “You’re in charge!”

“Damn right I’m in charge. But you forgot a word.”

I gave him another slap on the cheeks.

“You’re in charge… sir?”

Another slap.

“Don’t say it like a question,” I instructed him.

“You’re in charge sir!” he said quickly.

“That’s right,” I agreed, putting down the paddle on my nightstand. “Now I’m gonna fuck you.”

“Yes sir!” Jack shouted.

I used lube – I’m not a sadist or anything. But... maybe I pushed into his ass a little faster than necessary.

“Don’t tense up,” I told him as I pushed my cock inside. “Just relax. You’re gonna love this.”

Dude’s good at taking feedback. He relaxed his ass and even started grinding his hips a little, trying to get me inside faster.

“Oh my god….” he moaned, his hands and feet pulling against the ties.

“Yeah, take it,” I laughed, bucking my hips. I loved the way his tight ass felt on my cock. Goddamn… I’ve always loved fucking, but this was even better. Maybe it was the cuffs, letting the whole experience roar through me. Or maybe it was the incredible sense of confidence.

I’d always been confident, but that was blind confidence. The confidence of a man who doesn’t realize what could go wrong. This confidence was different, born out of a deep conviction that I was in total control. Jack’s ass was mine, and my cock was driving us both towards an inevitable…

“Uhhn…” Jack moaned under me, shooting his load into my sheets. “Oh… oh…”

That shit got me off. I pumped my load deep into his ass before pulling out. The wash of relaxation came over me, and I found myself standing up, admiring my work. Jack was spent, his red ass leaking my cum, his backwards ball cap askew from the force of my thrusts.

I do good work.

I let him lie there for a few minutes, blissful and unable to do anything about it. I thought about the way it must feel, his dick soft against a pool of his own cum. Then I loosened his bonds and we rinsed off together – dude was such a bro, he kept the cap on in the shower.

Finally I slipped on a pair of boxers.

“That was amazing sir,” Jack said, stepping close to me and looking up dreamily.

“You’ve got a great ass,” I told him. “You should be proud of it.”

“I am sir,” he said, pulling on his baggy jeans and frowning at the way they sagged. “Would you… would you fuck me again sometime sir? That’s like… the best I’ve ever been fucked.”

I grinned. Y’know, I might consider it. He really did have an amazing ass.

“I don’t know,” I teased him. “I’m the love ‘em and leave ‘em type.”

“Please sir, I’m begging you,” he said, looking up at me with desperate eyes. “Please!”

“You just keep hanging out at that club,” I told him. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

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The sex shop has a little bell on the door, and I rang it hard.

“Well hello,” the shopkeeper said, lighting up as I walked in the room. “It’s a pleasure to see you back so soon!”

“Hi,” I said. I glanced around the shop – last time I was in here, I hadn’t really noticed the absurd variety of things that they had on offer. My eyes were drawn to the slap-and-tickle section in the back. I already owned a few of the items, but there was still so much to explore.

“So how’s uh... everything going?” he asked, gesturing at the leather cuffs.

I laughed.

“They’re definitely doing something.”

“Yup. You’re smart now. Not just a little smart either, you’re very smart. Probably smarter than all your friends and peers.”

“Yeah, I figured that out,” I said, rolling my eyes. “It doesn’t exactly take a genius.”

“Well, you get to be one anyhow.”

“Lucky me,” I grinned sardonically.

“I’d bet you haven’t figured out everything yet,” the clerk said, raising his eyebrows at me.

“One thing I’ve figured out,” I said confidently, “is that I’m definitely into uh... punishing guys a little bit.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. That paddle really worked for me, but I was wondering if you maybe have anything a little... worse.”

The clerk grinned and came out from behind the counter. He walked over to the section with the bondage stuff and started picking out items.

“Try this,” he said, handing me a ballgag. “And this,” he said, passing over a riding crop.

My dick got hard just holding them. I imagined a man on my bed, gagged and bound, unable to move without my permission.

“I’ll take it,” I said, whipping the crop in the air. I imagined Jake in my bed, whimpering as I teased him with the crop. Yeah... maybe I should invite him back.

“Any thoughts on the other part of the magic yet?” he asked, making small talk as he rang me through.

I bit my lip and considered it. Something about my fashion sense? I’d certainly noticed myself making bolder decisions since I’d put on the cuffs.

“Not yet,” I admitted. “But throw in one of those mesh tanks,” I said, pointing at a see-through tank on the wall. I’d look great in that.

“Well, keep going,” the clerk said, adding the tank to my bag without adding it to the bill. “I think you’ll figure it out.”

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“Hey bro,” Craig said as I walked in the house. “Don’t forget we got a party tonight. You’re on door duty, okay?”

I sighed. Yeah, that made sense. Most of the other guys took their turn bartending or cleaning up after, but I was always muscle at the door. I could usually duck out after an hour or so, let some other brother take a shift. The first hour is super busy.

“You got it bro,” I said, smiling like I was still an idiot. “I’m just gonna drop this shit upstairs.”

“Hey, you’ve got time to eat and everything,” Craig said, clapping me on the back. “Remember to take your protein power, okay?”

“Yeah, will do,” I promised, rolling my eyes once his back was turned.

I tucked my new purchases in my closet. I was going to have to clear out a drawer or something soon. But for now... well, I’m in a frat. Sometimes you gotta party.

An hour later I was full of protein powder and supper, standing by the front door in my Phi Alpha tank and my tightest jeans.

“Hey, come on in,” I said to each person as they showed up, giving them a careful look to make sure they weren’t already too fucked up. We also keep a list of a couple dozen guys on campus who... well, nobody’s been able to prove they roofie chicks, but our parties are safer if they’re not allowed inside.

And safer parties lead to a lot more ladies coming by. My bros had voted unanimously for our blacklist policy.

The early arrivals were the usual suspects. Guys from some of the other Greek houses, and a lot of underclassmen. Upperclassmen usually didn’t show up til after ten.

“Hey man, you got ID?” I asked as the next person approached.

“Hey Dalton,” he laughed.

I looked up and actually took him in. It was Josh – the guy I tried to tie up with t-shirts. I blushed with embarrassment at the memory. I also got hard, thinking about what I’d do to him now.

“Hey, Josh, how you doin’ man?” I asked, taking his ID and glancing at the age. Twenty-two. He was swimming in another baggy black hoodie. How many did he own?

“I’m good,” Josh said, glancing down at my dick. With these jeans, he already knew I was half-hard, and I already knew he’d come hoping for another ride.

I glanced around. Michael and Ryan were hanging out nearby, chatting quietly. I wanted to ride Josh’s ass, but I couldn’t leave the door unattended.

“Hey Ryan, take the door, okay?” I called over to them.

“Yeah, okay,” Ryan said, coming over and taking my place.

“I’ll keep you company,” Michael said, taking a place nearby.

Ryan blushed, but I didn’t have time to wonder.

“Hey, come upstairs with me,” I said to Josh. “I wanna show you a couple things.”

“Yeah?” Josh grinned. “I uh... I’d like that man.”

It only took a minute to get to my room. As soon as we were inside, I turned and gave Josh an excited smile.

“I’ve been doing some learning,” I said, glancing down at my leather cuffs. Josh raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak.

“Those are fuckin’ hot,” he said. “You uh... I guess you’ve changed a little since the other night.”

“Bro, you have no idea,” I grinned.

I went to my closet and pulled out my harness. A second later I was wearing it, my tank crumpled on the ground.

“Holy shit,” Josh said. “You really went all out.”

“Take off your clothes,” I said. “I wanna fuck you Josh.”

Josh started unzipping his hoodie slowly. “What, you’re not gonna show me how to use the deadbolt again?” he asked playfully.

“Take off your clothes,” I said, stepping so close that my chest was almost touching his. “NOW.”

Josh rushed to pull off his hoodie, then the black tank he’d worn underneath and the baggy jeans he’d paired it with. By the time I retrieved a few items from the closet, Josh was naked and at full mast.

“Get on the bed,” I said. “And then put this on.” I handed him the blindfold.

Josh sat on my bed, slipping the blindfold over his eyes before he leaned back.

“But now I can’t see the sexy harness,” Josh smirked.

“Flip over,” I told him. “I’m gonna cuff you now.”

“No way,” Josh laughed, feeling his way to the centre of the bed and flipping so his ass was exposed.

“I used two sets of handcuffs, one one each wrist to secure him to the headboard. Then I moved to his ankles and tied those with silk ties.

“How you feeling Josh?” I asked.

“I’m good man,” he said, tugging at the cuffs carefully to test them. "I gotta say... I was hoping you’d be up for round two, but I never thought you’d go full dom on me.”

I slapped his bare ass with the paddle.

“What’s my name?” I asked.

“You’re Dalton,” Josh said. I could hear him rolling his eyes under the blindfold.

“Wrong,” I growled. “I’ve got all the power. What’s my fuckin’ name.”

“It’s uh...”

Another slap on his naked ass.

“Sir!”

“That’s right,” I told him. Quietly I placed the paddle down on the nightstand and picked up the riding crop. I placed the tip softly on top of his head, dragging it down his spine as he shivered at the sensation.

“I’ve been a naughty boy,” Josh moaned.

I dragged the crop across his ass as slowly as I could stand.

“I’ve been such a naughty straight boy,” Josh moaned. “Punish me please sir.”

I grinned. Josh had a story all ready. If it got him off... yeah, I could play with that.

I spanked his ass with the crop.

“You’re a bad, bad straight boy,” I said, giving him another touch of the crop.

“Yeah...” Josh said uncertainly.

“Open your mouth,” I said. I slipped the ballgag in his mouth. I didn’t need feedback here.

“Such a naughty straight boy,” I said, running the crop between his legs and down to his feet. “Dating women, but sneaking off for hot gay sex with any jock who gives you a second look.”

Josh moaned as I slapped the bottom of his feet lightly.

“Nothing makes you hotter, knowing you’re desperate for this frat bro cock,” I said, giving his ass one last slap. Then I lubed up my cock and pushed inside. Josh moaned under me, eager for every inch.

“Take it,” I said, easing my cock up his ass. “You dream about this fuckin’ cock.”

Josh moaned through the gag. As I started moving my hips those moans turned to muted screams of pleasure.

“This ass belongs to me,” I grunted, loving the total control I had over him.

On the bed Josh was nodding furiously, gripping the sheets hard with both hands.

I took my time, really enjoying the way my cock felt sliding in and out. Though eventually it doesn’t matter how smart you are – you just gotta cum.

“Unnnnfff!” I cried out, letting my load loose.

Underneath me, Josh cried out into the gag. I reached down under him and felt his sticky cum coating my hand.

“Mmmmm....” Josh moaned.

I pulled out and surveyed my work. Other than a few red marks, Josh was unharmed.

I wondered what it’d be like to fuck a straight guy. An actual straight guy.

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I caught Michael kissing Ryan in the kitchen.

It was early the next day, and everyone was still sleeping off their hangover. I’d walked in to grab my protein shake and found the two of them kissing tenderly in front of the microwave.

“Oh, hey man,” Michael said, trying to look casual.

“Uh... I guess, surprise?” Ryan said, giving me a sheepish grin.

“Hey guys,” I said breezily.

“Dalton, can you keep a secret?” Michael asked nervously.

“Yeah, sure bro,” I said, giving him my best idiot smile. “What’s up?

“We’ve been uh... sorta seeing each other,” Michael said. “But we’re like... not ready to come out to the frat yet.”

“Or like... anyone,” Ryan said with puppy dog eyes.

“Hey, I’m not gonna out you,” I said, shrugging my heavy shoulders. “But bros – there’s nothing wrong with being into guys. If you two are boyfriends or whatever, that’s totally cool. You know we’re all there for you.”

Michael started breathing again and Ryan’s shoulders relaxed.

“Okay... yeah, we know,” Ryan said. “I guess... this is just the first time for either of us.”

“That’s cool dude,” I said, trying not to to make a huge deal out of it. “You know we love you.”

I walked away, sipping my protein shake and shaking my head. Michael and Ryan lived on the third floor – how had I missed two other homos in the house? I know I was dumb, but I guess I was even dumber than I thought.

I didn’t spend too much time on it. My thoughts kept coming back to my role-play with Josh last night. He’d played at being a straight guy, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck a straight ass.

I guess Michael and Ryan were both off my prospect list.

As I moved from classroom to classroom, I couldn’t concentrate on the lecture. In other words, exactly what my professors expected.

I was spending the time checking out every guy in class, wondering how he’d hold up under my riding crop. Would they beg for my cock as easily as Josh? Or would they freak the fuck out before I ever got close?

I was headed back to the house when I saw Josh walking on the quad. I waved, giving him a half smirk.

“Oh, hey Dalton,” Josh said. “This is my girlfriend, Candace.”

No way.

“Uh, hi Candace,” I said, giving Josh a look. “I’m surprised... you... never introduced me before,” I said tactfully.

“I mean, how could he? We’ve only been dating since last night,” Candace laughed. “Josh asked me out at some frat party. We’ve known each other all year but...”

“What is it?” I asked, giving an evil grin.

“Well... I always thought Josh was gay,” she said, putting her hand on his arm possessively. “Sorry baby.”

I laughed. Josh was gay. I mean... he had to be. I’ve fucked that ass multiple times. Was this part of my cuffs? Did... did they somehow make Josh sleep with me? Maybe he was a straight guy all along?

But that wasn’t it. I’d fucked Josh before the cuffs.

While the wheels turned in my brain, Candace was prattling on about their day. Brunch and coffee between classes and now they were going back to her place to watch a movie.

“Silver Linings Playbook,” Josh was saying. “It’s her favourite.”

“Okay,” I said, bluffing my way through the conversation, just like I used to do. “I’ve gotta head back to my place, but good seeing you.”

“Good to meet you Dalton,” Candace said with a wave.

“Hey D,” Josh called after me. “Text me sometime. We’ll make some trouble.”

He was straight. But he still wanted me to fuck him? I thought we were roleplaying last night... unless... unless it was the cuffs?

I told Josh he was a naughty straight guy who dates women and dreams about my cock. And now here he was with Candace, trying to fuck on the down-low...

I told Ryan and Michael that they wished I’d fuck them, and they’d have to take care of each other. And now those two are sneaking kisses in the kitchen...

I told Jack he’d beg for more, and the guy had literally begged...

Oh fuck. It was me.

Could I change reality with my words?

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I had to test my theory.

I had some plans with the guys that evening, but I blew them off. “Sorry bros,” I said. “I got something I gotta do. It’s not a problem.”

And they all agreed, no problem.

I was feeling a look, so I changed into a pair of black jeans and a tight black t-shirt that hugged my chest and my arms. Add in a pair of black sneakers and socks, and I looked like a robber. A robber with a great cock and a strict workout regime.

I even took a trip down the hallway and borrowed Craig’s leather jacket. He doesn’t lend that thing to anyone, but I told him I wanted it, and he was only too eager to please.

It could all have been a coincidence though, right? So I hailed a cab and got dropped off at “The Dorm Room”, the most popular straight club in the city. I paid cover – god, what kind of loser establishment makes a hot guy pay cover – and stepped out into the room.

I’d never been before, but I’d heard plenty of my buddies talk. There were three bars on two floors, couches lining the edges, and wide open dance areas with DJ’s doing their thing. I had to brush off a couple girls – has that always happened? Girls have always been really nice to me. Was it just cause they wanted to fuck?

There are worse problems, even if I wasn’t here for women. I had my eye on two guys hanging out by the bar. They were about my age, decent looking enough, and leering at every woman that walked by.

Tonight, maybe that’d change.

“Hey,” I said, coming up to the bar beside them. Both of them tensed up immediately.

“Hey... uh, we didn’t mean to check out your girl,” the blond one said. “I mean, we didn’t know she was your girl.”

“Relax guys,” I told them, watching them breath out with relief. “I’m not here with anyone.”

I ordered a beer and started chatting with the two. The blond was Peter, the brunette was Frank, and they clearly wished for me to move along. I understood – they were both kinda cute, but put them next to these pecs and nobody would pay them a second glance.

“Why don’t you two come and have a beer with me?” I asked. “I’m gonna go find a table. You two follow me over.”

I didn’t wait for them to say anything. I just picked an empty table on the far side of the room and headed towards it. I could hear their footsteps behind me.

“Dude, who is this guy?” I heard Frank say above the music.

“Don’t be rude,” Peter said. “It’s one beer.”

One beer, I thought, and two new outlooks on life.

“Alright guys,” I said, seated at the table. “I’m going to tell you some stuff, I just wanna see what happens. Don’t freak out or anything.”

“Okay?” Peter said. “What’s up... uh?”

“Dalton,” I said. “My name’s Dalton.”

“Cool.”

“Frank, you’re a total gym rat,” I said, watching him carefully. “You’ve worked super hard to build a muscular body.”

I stared at his chest, watching for any hint of a change. His shirt sleeves stayed loose around his biceps.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ love the gym,” Frank said, like I’d just asked about his favourite topic. “I just wish I built muscle quicker,” he laughed.

Okay, so I can’t change reality. At least... I can’t go around morphing people or whatever. That’s good to know.

But would these guys just accept whatever I say?

“Peter, your legal name is Peter, but you prefer to be called Lance,” I suggested. The guy blinked at me a couple times.

“Yeah dude, sorry,” he said. “I dunno why I introduced myself all formal like that. Yeah, you should call me Lance.”

“Yeah, he always goes by Lance,” Frank confirmed, nodding along.

Total and unconditional acceptance. Holy shit.

“So why are you guys at the bar tonight?” I asked. “Tell me the truth.”

“Lance broke up with his girl last month,” Frank told me. “And I’m here to wingman for him.”

“He says that, but if he got laid, he’d ditch me in a second,” Lance said honestly.

“Yeah, that’s true,” Frank shrugged.

“You aren’t here to pickup women,” I told them. “You’re both gay, and you have no interest in women. You’re here to check out hot guys... maybe go home with one.”

Their expressions shifted, suddenly unable to tear their eyes off my powerful body.

“Yeah,” Lance said. “Yeah, we’re gay dude. I don’t know why I said that other thing.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “Are you two friends?”

“Yeah, we’ve been best friends since what... junior high?” Lance asked, not bothering to glance at Frank.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Okay,” I said. “You’re best friends, but you’re also boyfriends now. You’re deeply in love with each other. And because you’re so secure in your relationship, you want to indulge in something new. You want me to take you home and slap you around a little.”

Frank’s eyes flitted over to Lance’s, giving him one of those subtle looks that only happen between couples.

“Yeah, we’re seriously into you,” Lance said, almost surprised as he heard the words. “Is that... do you wanna take us back to your place?”

“Hell yeah,” I said. “Get your coats and meet me out front.”

The two men hurried off to the coat check. I noticed that Lance moved his arm to Frank’s lower back, guiding him as they went. That was good – I intended to teach these two a few things, and it’d help that one was already dominant.

The cabbie decided to give us our ride for free. I told him that before bed, he’d jerk off to the mental image of Frank, Lance, and I all having steamy gay sex. I told him just giving us a ride had gotten him hard.

He was married. Otherwise I woulda had him join us.

Most of the frat was downstairs watching the game, but I told them it’s totally normal for me to bring home two or three guys.

Fuck, this superpower rules.

“Okay guys,” I said, closing my door. “Strip off your clothes now. I want you totally naked in thirty seconds.”

Lance unbuttoned his dress shirt in a hurry, while Frank pulled off his tee. Frank managed to get his shoes and socks and jeans off with a few seconds to spare. Lance almost tripped trying to get out of his pants in time.

I told them to hold still and gave them both a good look over. They were both skinny fat, though Lance was skinnier and Frank was fatter.

“You’re going to start working out regularly,” I told them. “You want big muscles and visible abs. When you’ve got the abs, come back here and I’ll decide if I wanna fuck you,” I said. “You want me to fuck you.”

“Okay,” Lance said, nodding his head. “I’ll work so hard,” he promised.

“Yeah,” Frank said. “I’m already like... a total gym rat, but I’ll work even harder.”

“The gym is like... full of hotties,” Lance said, his dick starting to get hard at the thought. It topped out at about four inches.

Frank was hard too, but way more hung. Frank had at least eight inches, probably more.

“Okay guys, I still want you to get laid tonight,” I said. “So Lance, you’re the top in this relationship. You like to fuck Frank up the ass. You fuck him almost every single day.”

“Yeah,” Lance said, letting his hand wander down to his little dick. “I love fucking Frank.”

“And I love getting fucked,” Frank said, his mind filling in the details.

“That’s right Frank,” I said. “So get on the bed, on your hands and knees. Lance, there’s a container of lube on the side table – squeeze a little onto your fingers and work it into Frank’s asshole.”

While Lance fingered his boyfriend for the first time, I went to the closet and picked out a few items, then took a seat in my desk chair.

“Okay Lance, that’s enough,” I said, interrupting Frank’s moaning. “Now take some lube and put it on your cock. Really cover it.”

It didn’t take much lube.

“Can I fuck him now?” Lance asked, clearly craving his boyfriend’s ass.

“Not yet,” I said. “Pick up the paddle on the side table. Give Frankie’s ass a good slap with it.”

The paddle made a thwacking sound again Frank’s left cheek.

“Ow,” Frank complained.

“No Frankie,” I said. “You love getting slapped around by Lance. The pain only turns you on more.”

“Huh?” he asked.

“Lance, try again,” I said.

There was another thwack as Lance hit Frankie’s right cheek.

“Mmmm...” moaned Frankie, feeling a surge of pleasure through his body. “Yeah... that feels so good.”

“Again,” I said.

Thwack.

Thwack.

Thwack.

And with each hit, Frankie moaned louder.

“Okay Lance, time to fuck your boyfriend,” I ordered.

“You ready Frankie?” he asked, figuring out how to line up with Frankie’s eager hole.

“Mmmm... fuck me please,” Frankie whimpered.

Lance pushed in roughly. Frankie grunted and moaned as his boyfriend’s little dick penetrated him for the first time, loving the pain as Lance clumsily thrust forward.

Frankie’s hand went towards his cock, eager to grip it.

“No Frankie,” I said, stopping him mid-motion. “You don’t need your cock when you’re getting fucked. Just focus on your ass. All your pleasure comes from your ass how. Your cock doesn’t matter.”

“My cock doesn’t matter,” he grunted, dropping his hand back down onto the bed.

It only took a couple of minutes for Lance to squirt his load into Frankie’s hole. Frankie looked down at his cock, hard and leaking, but not ready to cum.

“Lie down on the bed Frankie,” I said. “No, face up.”

Frankie laid down on his back, his frustrated cock still hard against the air.

“Okay Lance, suck him off,” I ordered. “You love having a cock in your mouth.”

Lance crawled forward until he could wrap his lips around Frankie’s cock. “Mmmm...” he mumbled, unable to speak with Frankie’s dick down his throat. He sucked enthusiastically, but without much skill. Whatever – these guys were gonna get a lot of practice.

“Oh babe, that feels so good...” Frankie moaned.

Just then Lance reached up and grabbed Frankie’s nipples. Between the mouth on his cock and the quick twist to his tits, Frankie screamed out in pleasure.

“Mmumph,” Lance said, tasting cum in his mouth. He guzzled it down, not wasting a drop.

I think they got the idea.

I gave them a rest, then told them to get dressed. I had them spend a few minutes making out, deep sloppy kisses that left Frankie with a taste for cum too.

“Okay guys,” I finally said. “You should go home now. Figure out whatever needs to happen, but you two are boyfriends, and that’s more important than anything else.”

“Yeah,” Frankie agreed easily.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Lance said, his hand giving Frankie’s rear a gentle squeeze. Frankie jumped and grinned happily.

They left, eager to get home and explore their new relationship.

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Maybe I can’t make their bodies change, but their minds are putty under my words. It didn’t take me long to realize I could have any man I wanted.

So of course I started with my bros. Our parties have always been epic, but now they’re legendary. Also, invite only.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. After I gave Frankie and Lance their new lives, I spent all of ten seconds considering my next step. I pulled up the frats group chat and told all my bros that I had something really important we needed to discuss. Craig scheduled a meeting for the next day at 10 AM – attendance mandatory.

Easy.

The next morning I met up with the rest of the guys in our living room. There are twenty-three members of Phi Alpha on this campus, and every single one of them showed up.

“Hey guys, Dalton has requested some time to speak to us as a frat,” Craig said cautiously. “Whatever concern he’s bringing forward, let’s all try to listen to it with open minds.”

I chucked to myself. Dude probably thought I was gonna talk about homophobia or whatever.

“Hey guys,” I said, standing up on the fireplace hearth. “Nobody freak out or leave until I'm done talking.”

My bros all nodded along, looking curious about what was so important.

“I’m going to be talking with each of you over the next couple of weeks. After our conversations, you may start to think or behave like gay sluts. Don’t worry – it’s okay and it’s perfectly natural. When you see your fratbros changing or when you see changes around the house, don’t worry. It’s okay, and it’s perfectly natural.”

They were glancing at each other with confused expressions. What was I talking about?

They’d know soon enough.

“You won’t be confused or uncertain about this,” I said, watching as they settled into it. “Just be open to talking to me, and remember that if one of your fratbros changes that’s okay. Do you understand?”

“Okay.”

“Sure thing D.”

“You got it bro.”

They chorused their agreement. Consent is important.

Yeah, I could have turned them all into gay fuckboys with just a few words, but I wanted to savour it.

After I gave up the floor, Michael raised his hand.

“Uh, I know that Dalton called the meeting, but if it’s okay, Ryan and I have a little announcement to make,” he said, giving me a wink.

“Of course,” Craig said, waving the two of them forward. I took Michael’s seat on the couch and watched.

“Ryan and I... we’re a couple,” Michael said. “We started dating a few days ago and we don’t want to sneak around anymore. I’m gay.”

There was a little gasp from a few of the bros.

“We’re gay,” Ryan said, taking Michael’s hand.

There was a stunned silence, then my bros applauded so hard they almost broke my ears. Cheers, wolf-whistles, and cries of “Good on you bro!” filled the air. Ryan blushed, but Michael turned and kissed him confidently in front of everyone.

That was the start of it, but it was far from the end. For a couple weeks I worked my way through the bros, each of them finding his beautiful gay self in the process. Whether it was Brad who stayed exactly the same, except for turning into a total cockslut, or Craig who started prancing around the house in rainbow thongs and lisping heavily, all my bros came along for the ride.

One day I was having a beer in the basement with Colby, this laid back surfer who’d come to us from California.

“I dunno dude,” he was saying to me. “Sometimes I just feel like I’m the only straight guy in this frat.”

“You are,” I said, matter of factly.

“No way brah, isn’t Tyler straight too?” he asked, looking puzzled.

“Not for about two hours,” I said with a smirk. Last I saw Tyler, he was strapped into the sling in the living room. There were at least a half-dozen of our vers guys lined up to get a crack at his ass. When he wasn’t getting gangbanged, Tyler’s new interests included studying queer history, watching reality TV, and doing really heavy squats.

“Huh?”

“I’ve been turning all our bros gay Colby,” I said. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Uh... I’m straight...” Colby said nervously.

“You want to be gay,” I told him. “You want to be gay more than you’ve ever wanted anything. And you know I can do it for you.”

In an instant, his attitude did a 180.

“Fuck yeah dude,” he grinned. “This is sick. Do it bro. Make me gay!”

“Tell me honestly Colby,” I asked. “How would you describe gay men?”

“Uh... they’re like... I guess first off they’re gay. Like they like to stick it in the butt and stuff,” Colby said, trying to remember all the half-heard rumours about gay guys. “And they’re super obsessed with fashion and hair and all that. Oh – and they’ve all like... got abs.”

I smiled. Colby was in great shape – I wondered how much work it would take to get those abs visible.

“Did you know any gay surfers in California?” I asked him.

“Yeah,” he said. “I wanna be gay like those guys. Do it dude.”

“How did you know they were gay?” I asked, taking a sip of me beer.

“Well... I mean, most of them wore speedos and like... colourful ones,” Colby said. “Like dayglo shit. I’m a board short guy... but man... and like, they were always checking out all the guys on the beach and sometimes they’d like... this one guy Bruce was always taking dudes to his van and banging them there,” he laughed.

I smiled, thinking about how Colby had driven his beat up van all the way here from California. It was parked outside right now. He liked to take it out on weekends and head for saltwater.

“Colby, I’ve got some news for you,” I said, my smile broadening into a grin. “You are gay!”

“No way!” he said, mirroring my excitement.

“Yeah,” I said. “You’re a gay top – that means you like to fuck men in the ass. You and me are the only two tops in this entire house, so there’s a lot of ass we need to fuck. Luckily about half the guys are vers, so they like to both fuck and to get fucked,” I explained. I’d figured out early on that most of my formerly straight bros had no real idea how gay sex worked, and giving them a short rundown helped with their transition.

“Awesome!” he cheered. “That’s totally awesome!”

“That’s right,” I said. “And because it’s so awesome, you’re horny all the time. You’re always down to fuck a guy. In fact, you need to fuck a guy every single day.”

“At least,” Colby agreed, nodding along with wide eyes.

“Good man,” I laughed. “So since you’re gay, you’re obsessed with fashion and hair and all that stuff,” I said, remembering his ideas. “And you’re going to need to get your abs visible and keep ‘em that way.”

“Dude, I’m like... almost there,” Colby said, pulling up his shirt and flexing. I could see the line between his abs, but the definition wasn’t there yet. It would be soon.

“You’re a gay surfer, so you wear speedos,” I said. “Even if you’re just going out to the hot tub. Or sometimes to hang around the house. And you’re gonna want bright neon ones.”

“Yeah bro,” Colby said, running his hand through his shaggy blond hair. “I gotta get a cut and some new speedos!”

“Lucky your van is perfect already,” I told him. “You’re going to check out guys all the time, and whenever one is interested, you’re going to fuck him in your van. I mean, you can use the house too, but this is for when you’re at the beach or wherever.”

“Awesome!” Colby said. “I just put in new shocks.”

I laughed.

“Dude... you okay if I take off?” Colby asked suddenly. “I know we’re havin’ a beer but I wanna hit up the surf shop before it closes...”

“Go ahead bro,” I told him. “Just make sure you’re back after,” I ordered. “You’re gonna fuck your first guy tonight.”

“For sure bro,” Colby said, unconsciously running a finger down his bulge.

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I dropped by the sex shop to pick up some new toys. I’ve been doing a lot of reading online, and I came with a whole shopping list. Can you buy it on Amazon? Sure, but why not buy local?

“Welcome back,” the clerk said, giving me a happy look. I was dressed in a new pair of jeans that really showed off my ass and a bright yellow t-shirt that stretched across my chest. I still had Craig’s leather jacket – now that Craig was mine, all his stuff was too.

“Hey,” I said. “You’re gonna give me a bunch of stuff for free.”

“Mmmm...” he hummed. “I’m pleased to see you’re embracing it. I hadn’t seen you in long enough, I thought you might have decided to switch back.”

“Take off the cuffs?” I laughed. “Dude, I spent the last two weeks turning all my fratbros gay. We got everything from sweet little gay bros who just wanna kiss their boyfriend, all the way up to a leather daddy who squeals like a bitch when you fuck him.”

“Impressive,” he said.

I stepped forward, slapping his face lightly, then grabbing him by the balls.

“Damn right I’m impressive,” I said, my face only inches from his. He could smell my aftershave. I could smell his excitement. “But you didn’t call me sir.”

“Cute,” the clerk laughed. “But it’s my magic. Doesn’t work on me... bro.”

I squeezed his balls tighter.

“You’re not my bro,” I said, locking my eyes with his. “You call me sir.”

I could feel the tension in the air. He wanted to give in, I could feel it. I already knew how this would end.

“No...” he stuttered, feeling my power wash over him. “No... I’m not...”

“No what?” I shouted.

“No!” he screamed in my face. I could feel the universe around us, cracking and reforming.

“No?” I asked quietly.

“No.”

I felt his hand against my pecs, pushing me away. I tried to grip his balls tighter... take back control...

I stumbled. He pushed me back against the counter. My arms hung limp at my sides. My powerful body useless in this fight.

“I’m not your bro,” he said, his eyes on fire.

“You’re... you’re not...”

“I’m not your bro,” he repeated, grinning sadistically, knowing he had the upper hand.

“You’re not my bro,” I said, feeling the tension drain away. Feeling how good it felt to submit. “I call you s... I call you sir.”

He kissed me aggressively, holding me back against the counter while he ground his bulge against mine.

“Damn right,” he said. “Now grab a box. You’re going shopping.”

He walked me around the shop, picking items off the shelves and dropping them into the box. Whips. Flogs. Two dozen assorted buttplugs.

“Now, how much will this cost you?” he asked, grinning mischievously.

“Whatever you want sir!”

And that’s how I became a porn star.

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I had Craig suck my cock while Ryan figured out how to plug in our antique DVD player. I didn’t mind the wait – Craig’s become an expert at giving head, staring up at me with innocent blue eyes and bleached blond hair. I’ve been tweaking the whole frat, making sure they’re each the best gay slut they can be.

There were maybe a dozen of us piled into the living room, watching two porn stars have vanilla sex. What was the point? They were buff as hell, sure, but where was the spark?

I skipped forward, trying to find the fun part. Vanilla. Vanilla. Vanilla...

“We can make better porn than this,” I said, planting the idea with my bros.

“You think?” Brad said, looking excited. I’d made him an exhibitionist last month, and the idea already had him hard in his gym shorts. He only goes commando now too, so I like getting him excited.

“Yeah,” I said. “We’re gonna make some porn.”

“Sweet,” Michael said. “I can make us a website with a paywall and everything.”

“I wanna be on camera!” Brad begged.

“I don’t,” Ryan said, glancing at Michael. “Unless I get to fuck my boyfriend.”

I couldn’t believe those two were still exclusive. You could trip and end up with a dick in your ass, but Ryan and Michael insisted that they were in love. It was kind of sweet.

“No worries man,” I told him. “You’ll be the cameraman.”

“Let’s film Colby fucking me!” Brad suggested, rubbing his cock through his shorts. Colby looked at him with thirsty eyes – our California surfer was always down to fuck, unless he had a hair appointment.

“We could do it in my van brah,” Colby suggested.

“Not tho fatht,” Craig moaned, still sucking my cock. “Dalton ith the hottetht and we all owe him tho much... he thould do the firtht thene.”

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I texted Josh. I wanted to really rail some straight ass for that first one. Get our brand set up right.

Josh told Candace that he had to help me study. They’re so in love, it’s adorable, but he still jumps to get on my cock. He arrived twenty minutes early, so I had Kevin make out with him for a while, just to keep him quiet.

We shot the scene in my bedroom. Ryan set up a few different angles and was ready with a handheld camera too. All the guys tried to crowd into the room and watch, so I told most of them to go clubbing. I didn’t want them to ruin the soundtrack.

It was just me, Craig, Ryan, Josh. And of course I invited the guy from the sex shop.

“Alright, let's get Josh in here,” I said. I was wearing my favourite pair of tight jeans, the ones that really outline my cock, and my red Phi Alpha tank.

Josh had shown up in his typical black-on-black. Of course these days it was a black tank paired with black track pants – Josh had become quite the gymrat for me. He told me Candace loved it.

“And... acthion!” Craig called, miming a clapboard and shaking his thong clad cock.

“I think we should fuck,” I said, giving Josh a confident look.

“CUT!” Craig called.

“What?” I asked, snapping my head around to look at him. “I didn't even get my dick out!”

“You think you thould fuck?” Craig said rolling his eyes. “Bro, what ith thith? You’re tho thexy.... why you gotta thound like a profeththor.”

We got a little farther the next take. I pulled my tank off and Josh dropped his pants before Craig called cut. Who made him the director anyway? I was tempted to make it an order, just keep rolling no matter what... but I wouldn’t be able to mind control the audience. This needed to be as sexy as possible.

“Dude, you’re in your head,” Josh said, putting his hands on my wide shoulders. “Remember that first time we fucked? Back at the start of the year?”

“Of course,” I said with irritation. It was right before I got the cuffs.

“Just do it like that,” Josh said. “Get out of your head.”

Get out of my head.

I bit my lip. I hadn’t taken the cuffs off in months. I hadn’t intended to take them off ever.

But Josh was right. All the toys... all the techniques... I was in my head, and I only knew one way to fix that.

“Okay, Craig, come here,” I said, waving over our self-appointed director. “You’re gonna hold onto these for me,” I ordered. “Don’t put them on, and don’t let anyone but me put them on either. Just make sure I get them back after we’re done.”

“You got it,” Craig said.

I snapped off my cuffs, handing them to Craig, even as I felt the fog descend on... even... dude things got fuzzy...

I saw the cameras.

Shit... we were really doin’ it! We were gonna shoot some porn!

I rubbed my bulge, eager to stick it in Josh.

“Bro... can we do it?” I asked, giving Craig a look.

“And... acthion!” Craig said. He did a thing with his hands, but I was staring at his cock... maybe I’d fuck him after...

“I’m gonna fuck you brah,” I said, giving Josh a wide grin.

“Yeah,” Josh said, licking his lips. “Tell me what you wanna do to me.”

I stripped off my shirt and flexed my pecs.

“I’m gonna stick my cock in your hole,” I said. “And I’m gonna fuck you.”

I pulled off Josh’s tank, then picked him up and tossed him on the bed. I grabbed the waist of his sweats and tugged, salivating when his dick jumped out.

“Lemme suck you,” I moaned, diving onto Josh’s dick. Fuck man, I loved cock. It tasted so good, and the smell... it’s the best.

Josh moaned under me.

“I’m close,” he said. “Punish me D.”

I laughed.

“Yeah, I got a big D,” I said, getting off his cock and rolling him over. I ditched my jeans and lubed up – Josh was gonna scream tonight.

I handcuffed him down, making sure he couldn’t get away.

I hit him with a crop, leaving a red marks on his ass. He cried out in pain and pleasure.

I gagged him when it got too much. I’m a loud enough top for both of us.

“Oooohhh...” he moaned. I’d only pushed an inch in him.

“Just relax bro,” I said, easing into his ass. I planted my hands on the bed and started bucking my hips in and out. In and out. Finding the rhythm I loved.

“Oh yeah,” I moaned, sweat dripping off my body.

“Unfff,” Josh moaned. “Yyyyyyaaa!”

We kept it up as long as I could, but finally I had to scream out – “I’m gonna cum bro!”

“Mmmmm!” Josh yelled. “Unfffff!”

I blew my load, blasting his ass and making his cock jerk.

I collapsed on him, but I rolled off fast. We laid there, breathing heavy while Craig yelled “CUT!”

I laughed. I totally forgot we were doing a porn thing.

“Hey Dalton,” Craig said, handing me my cuffs. "You wanted these after.”

Yeah, these things... sexy as fuck, right? The leather was polished and smooth. I wore these a lot. These made me smart.

But a guy like me – I don’t need to be smart bro. I just need to fuck.

For like... a minute or whatever... I tried to imagine what it’d be like if I just tossed ‘em in the garbage. Just stay dumb. I couldn’t really picture it, but man... that sex was hot. It hadn’t been that hot in forever.

I didn’t have to think. Not if I didn’t wanna.

I looked over at Craig, his big dick stuffed into a tiny pink thong... I’d fuck him next. And Ryan was there – maybe him and Michael would wanna do a threesome...

There was nothing wrong with being dumb. So long as you’re hot.

All my fratbros were so hot now...

Cuz I made them hot...

I could be like them. Just a hot dumb fuckboy.

“Hey, Dalton,” the shopkeeper said, kneeling down in front of me. “Put the cuffs back on. It’s your job to keep this frat sexy."

I slid the first one on, and I couldn’t do anything to stop him.

There was nothing wrong with being smart either... right?

He snapped the other cuff closed. The world rushed through my head again. My stomach sank in horror. Holy shit...

Thank god for my Master.

I almost lost control.