He didn’t say anything, clearly still coming to grips with the reality that everything he thought he knew about his sexuality was wrong.
“Well, that is what you are,” I said, before adding, “unless you don’t want my cock in that pretty little ass of yours anymore.” I learned early on treating straight boys like girls, although humiliating, often seemed to relax them, even though logically it made no sense. “Please don’t call me that,” he said, timidly, even though he was a good fifty pounds bigger than me. I don’t know why, but turning straight boys was the greater turn on, as was calling them all the stereotypical names gay men had thrown at them all the time. “Until I turned you into my little fuck toy,” I said, continuing to push him deeper into humiliation. “Although, I didn’t know I was curious until today.” “No, I guess not,” he cringed, clearly a bit of shame coursing through him. “Did you think you had a gay side before I had you bent over the couch and was fucking that tight ass of yours?” I asked, loving the awkwardness I was creating with my newly turned fuck toy.
