“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.
