Date: Sat, 6 Feb 2016 23:03:27 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: From Straight to Bitch Club part 3

From straight to bitch Club

By Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
m/M, college, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex).
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Part 03

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My radio woke me up that morning with the sound of the famous band from the
70's, the Talking Heads, with one of my favorite songs, "Psycho killer."
The bass, guitar and the drums in this song are a perfect combination, not
to mention the interesting way the singer mixes some French words in the
lyrics. I listened to the first words and thought of myself. `I can't seem
to face up to the facts. I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax. I can't
sleep coz my bed's on fire. Don't touch me I'm a real life wire'. Yeah, I
could identify myself there. Somehow, as I mumbled the song, I thought of
Patty.  "Run, run, run, run, run, run awaaaay."  I immediately imagined
Patty trying to run away from me. I laughed with this thought. `Is my
obsession for his ass some sort of psychopathy?' I wondered.  Well, even if
it was, I didn't care.  I'd fuck him and he would have no place to run to,
and nowhere to hide.  I went to the bathroom and got ready to go to the
gym.  I took my mp3 player and chose a nice selection of songs from the
White Stripes.  I liked their mix of bass and drums, which reminded me of
some old songs that were definitely my favorites.

The gym was empty.  I forgot to say it was Sunday and majority of the
members in that gym were lazy.  Well, maybe they were lazy when compared to
me; because if I could, I'd live there.  I couldn't feel any better in that
space, because it was like my natural habitat.  It's not so hard to explain
what I felt in the gym.  I was one of the biggest guys around and one of
the guys who could lift really heavy weight.  So it was both pleasant and
satisfying to watch the other guys suffering to lift 4 or 6 plates; whereas
I could lift at least double their weight.  I knew that I wouldn't have
anyone else to look at that day, so I focused on myself.  I looked at the
mirror and smiled.  I was getting where I wanted; as I was much bigger than
when I started going to the gym again.  My definition wasn't as good as I
wanted, but it was more than enough to have bitch Patty salivating when I
showed myself to him. It's been 3 months since I stepped in that gym, and
it was time to let the bitch know the body he'd have to worship for the
rest of his miserable life.  Every time I imagined the look on his face
after seeing me, I had a hard-on.  Cecile noticed my high levels of stamina
and sexual drive because I've never fucked her so many times consecutively.
Poor Cecile, she was getting her pussy sore because of my dick sliding in
and out her wet hole, and as I said before, my cock is quite huge.  She'd
complain from time to time and I had to stop and jerk off.  It was
annoying, I confess, but I loved her and I couldn't hurt her.  Anyway,
that's one of the reasons I started working out again, to have Patty for me
and fuck the bitch merciless.  Some day, Cecile would thank Patty for
letting me fuck him, because this way she'd be able to have some time off.
There is still another point that Cecile would need to thank Patty for... I
always asked Cecile to try to swallow my cock up to the base, but poor her,
she had such a small mouth that my huge cock barely reached her throat and
she'd start gagging and choking.  I need to say that she always tried to
deep throat me because she wanted to make me happy (and I always made her
happy whenever I ate her pussy) but unfortunately, she never managed to
swallow my whole cock.  Well, no chick ever did so it wasn't her fault.  I
could see the frustration in her eyes.  She also knew no one has ever deep
throated me and she wanted to realize this dream of mine, so if her mouth
couldn't do it, Patty would.  Maybe she'd be a little bit surprised if she
saw me deep fucking Patty's mouth, but I was almost sure she'd thank him
for doing that on her behalf.  We could be a happy family, then why not?
Well, that's what I thought anyway.

I moved to the bench press and couldn't help but notice my hard-on.  I was
glad the gym was empty because my hard dick would make everyone turn their
heads and watch what I had under my pants. That day, I was weaker than
usual and I blamed it on my hard cock.  Probably the blood that should be
pumping on my arms and chest was concentrated on my dick.  I can tell you
that it needed a lot of blood to make my big dick grow.  I looked at the
watch and thought of how much time I was spending in the gym.  All that
effort I've been doing just to be able to fuck Patty.  It was his fault I
was wasting so much time there.  If he was a good bitch and had offered his
ass for me to fuck like every good bitch should do, then I wouldn't need to
wake up so early to work out.  I started thinking about the night I met
Patty.  He should have asked if he could have the honour to suck me and
then straightaway go under the table, fish my dick out of my pants and suck
me in front of my girlfriend. He would then lower his pants, still under
the table, and fuck himself on my pole and be quiet not to disturb the
other customers. "Damn that fucking slut. He didn't do it," I thought.  My
imagination was now focused on what I'd do to punish him for not being a
good bitch, and for pretending he was a straight pussy fucker.  He needed
to be slapped hard on the ass and then be fucked by my brother and me at
the same time.  But maybe it wouldn't be enough.  Maybe we should fuck him
in the restaurant.  Now that would be interesting!  All these ideas were
making me even harder now.  I decided to move quickly and finish my workout
because I really needed to jerk off.  As I finished my workout, I went to
the toilet and started to stroke my dick in fast motions, which brought me
to a nice orgasm.  I cleaned the head of my cock and looked at myself once
again in the mirror.  "Very soon I won't need to jerk off again" I thought.
If I wanted to have Patty's lips around my shaft I had to start my plan, so
on my way home, I called Cecile.

I picked up my phone and looked for her name on my call logs, which was not
hard to find because she used to call me all the time.  She sounded sleepy
as I woke her up.  Anyway, she's wakened me up many times before, so no big
deal.  After asking those things we ask whenever we call someone dear to
us, I said I was going back home from the gym and that I noticed for the
first time that I've never seen Bob there.

"You're so addicted to that stupid gym," she said.  "I told you that you'd
start thinking more about your muscles than me!  We've been through this
before. I honestly don't understand why..."  She started the old talk that
I've heard a thousand times before.  She didn't want me to go to the gym or
start weird diets again, and I confess I had promised her I'd never do it
again.  It's been a while since I had made this promise, but she still
remembered it very well.  Every time she started talking about it, I had to
tell her I wouldn't be so crazy about my diets anymore; but she wouldn't
believe me. Anyway, I didn't have time for that, I needed to hurry and get
Patty on his knees as soon as possible.

"I know that, hun," I said, "don't worry `cuz I won't exchange you for the
gym, k?  But as I was saying, I'll need someone to spot me on the bench
press and I thought of Pat; uh I mean Bob."  I was so used to thinking of
him as Patty, I always made this mistake whenever talking about him with
Cecile.

"Who? Bob?" she said, as she laughed a very honest laughter.  "Do you want
Bob to spot you?  He wouldn't be able to lift not even half of what you
lift, babe.  Why don't you ask one of those huge muscle friends of yours?"
"They are busy.  Spotting on weightlifting is easier than it seems; trust
me.  He'd be more than enough.  I'd just like to ask him if he's up to
that.  It's worth a try, ya know?"

It wasn't as hard as I thought, convincing Cecile.  She told me his number,
but I asked her to text it to me cuz I didn't have a pen and so she did.
As soon as I got home, I saved his number under the name Patty.  If I
could, I'd write "Patty my bitch cum whore cocksucker" but Cecile could
find out, who knows?  Just using "Patty" alone would already demand a lot
of explaining, but it wasn't so bad. I took a quick shower and sent Patty a
text message.  Nothing worth describing, I just said who was sending the
message and asked what time I could find him in the gym.  Notice that I
didn't send a message asking how he was, or if he remembered me.  For me,
he was already my bitch and, as such, he had to know who I was and be
prompt to answer.  For every minute I waited on his response, he'd be
punished someday in the future.  "Maybe two cocks in that mouth and another
two fucking his cunt" I thought.  Or, another cock for every minute he
didn't answer?  That could be interesting.  I had met people on the
Internet who could make it happen.  After two minutes, I received his
reply. "Not bad, bitch," I thought, "2 cocks for you, but we can make it
double now because you didn't answer what I wanted to know."  Patty said he
remembered me and asked how I was.  The bitch didn't tell me what was the
fucking time that he used to go to the gym.  He made me send him another
message.  Of course, I didn't answer how I was; I just asked again, "What's
the time you hit the gym?"

He answered promptly now, "usually at noon."  I just sent him another
message, "I'll be waiting for you."  That's it; I didn't want to hear
anything from him again.  Now it's up to him to appear there at noon or
he'd regret it deeply.  I'm aware he didn't know yet I considered him my
obedient bitch, but as I said, every single person with a nice ass like his
was born to be a bitch and this is in their genes. He should let his genes
talk and obey.

For the rest of the day, I've done nothing.  Cecile was studying for an
exam and I was free the next day.  I wanted to have the whole day free to
meet Patty again.  I jerked off to gangbang videos on the `net and thought
Patty could be any of those whores on the screen.  He didn't have tits like
those women, but his ass was definitely much better.

On the next day, I woke up early and looked at the list I've written of the
steps to turn Patty into a true bitch. And there I saw the second step:
"Show how inferior the bitch is."  That was a tricky step, because;
although I already considered Patty my bitch, I couldn't scare him.  I
could rape him if I wanted, or plan something and blackmail him, but I
didn't want any of this shit.  I wanted him offering his holes because he
wanted to please me.  So, I knew I had to play nice and slow at first.

Not too long after 11:30, I headed to the gym.  This way, I could start my
working out section before Patty arrived and then look even bigger than I
already was.  There were many more people there than the day before, but
still not full.  I concentrated on the exercises for the upper body and
once again, I noticed my cock stiffening.  It wasn't a good thing, but not
that bad either. I covered my dick with my shirt and thought it could be
good to show Patty that not only my biceps were huge.  What a nice way to
show the bitch his inferiority, right?  There's nothing more humiliating
for a guy than knowing that his dick is small and insignificant.  I have a
theory regarding this.  The cock is what makes males males.  Men are
instinctively competitive, and we compete even in the smaller things on our
day-by-day lives.  Competition is everywhere.  It's there when we play
soccer, basketball or baseball; it's there when we watch sports with
friends; it's there when we hit the gym; it's there when we play video
games; it's there even when we're studying for exams.  This is part of who
we are and I can assure you that the size of our dicks is more important
than all of this.  That's the reason why even the most straight man on
Earth would check other guy's dicks when they're sharing the same toilet.
It's the need to know if he's superior and then the good feeling that hits
us when we make sure of that.  Now, imagine those who are smaller than you.
They might feel like shit.  That's how I wanted Patty to feel.  I wanted
him to believe that being born with a cock between his legs was a mistake.
Then, slowly, he'd realize that if his cock was worthless, his ass was the
opposite. No guy had an ass as nice as his, so that's how he would be able
to feel superior; but not superior to men, but superior to women.  He'd
then realize that he wasn't born to fuck, but to be fucked and that's where
I wanted him to be.

Not even a second after that thought, I saw Patty coming inside the gym.
Damn, the bitch looked nice.  I had to hold my will not to jump over him
and rape his ass in front of everyone. "Relax, dude. Relax!"  Quickly, I
stood up and moved towards him.  I came from behind and called his name.
He turned to me and that's it.  That was the look I was so eagerly waiting
for.  He looked shocked, as if he was witnessing a miracle.  That's the
first time he worshipped me and that was so natural, I wanted to see that
look in his face forever.  We stayed like that for a few seconds, but they
felt like centuries.  That was the time a new bitch was being born.

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End of part 03

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