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The Red Room - VIII

by Orion1961

With thanks to T.B. for inspiration and plot details!

Fire slowly and seductively stroked his throbbing, glistening 8-inch cock just inches from Evan's face, smiling down at the entranced police officer, who couldn't take his eyes off of the seductive manhood before him. Fire gently swivelled his hips side to side as the beating music echoed beyond in the main area of the Red Room club pulsated around him, his muscular body feeling and riding the music. It also had the effect of keeping Evan unusually interested in Fire's impressive, hypnotic penis, his eyes following his sex and the hand that encircled and stroked it. Evan tried to turn away, his mind trying to reject the gay thoughts that Fire and his partner were pouring into Evan's mind, but he felt less and less capable of resisting what danced before him.
That partner being Randy, Evan's younger brother.
College student, Randy, had brought Evan to the Red Room gay bar under false pretenses, encouraging his older brother to come along and experience something new and exciting, but elected to keep the sexual orientation of the club from him. A gay bar was the furthest thing from Evan's mind, since he knew Randy was straight, as his vast collection of Playboy and Penthouse magazines attested to. It wasn't two minutes standing at the threshold of the interior of the bar that Evan wanted out and right now! Randy blocked his way, and Fire was by their side a moment later.
"Mmmm! He *is* very good looking, Randy!" Fire said, admiring Evan's broad shoulders and sexy goatee, not to mention that damn fine police officer uniform that fit so well in all of the right places. "You weren't exaggerating when you said he could be in the NFL *and* do all of those endorsements!"
"Yea, well, if you think I'm tough on a football field, you should see me when I take apart a fag or two!" Evan snapped.
His hostility was broken moments later as his flaring nostrils took in their first whiff of Fire's seductive body oil pheromones, a special mixture that melted the hearts of men, straight or gay, everywhere. Close contact in the form of a hand shake, and Fire's searching hands across his hips, chest, and face brought Evan's anger to a complete stop, and re-directed it towards submissiveness, and an acceptance of another man touching him for the first time.
"You'll understand shortly, bro," Randy encouraged, massaging his brother's back, encouragingly. "I fought it, too. Came here because my friend, Kenneth, encouraged me to see where he worked. He introduced me to Fire, and I had the greatest lap dances ever. He made me see the beauty of man-to-man love, showed me how to suck cock, and I haven't looked back since. Having Fire turn me gay was the greatest experience I could have asked for...and now he'll turn you into a cock-slut, as well!"
A part of Evan couldn't believe what he was hearing, nor was he able to hold back a gasp of surprise as Fire leaned in, caressed his cheeks in his warm hands, and kissed him full on the lips. It should have resulted in a rejection, of a push back, but Fire's lips felt too wonderful to resist as they pressed and massaged his like no woman had done, ending with a playful lick of his lips courtesy of Fire's tongue. He felt his crotch balloon with an involuntary erection, which was quickly maintained by Fire's gently kneading it, a sigh of enjoyment escaping the cop's wet lips.
And so here he was, in a rear area lap dance alcove, shirt wide open and badge gleaming in the overhead light, kneeling before Fire's mesmerizing cock, his brother holding his head firmly enough so that he had to stare at Fire's enticing, pulsating cock, creating a lust for another man in his heart that he hadn't believed he could experience.
"That's it, Evan...don't fight it, invite it...you *know* it's what you want," Fire softly commanded. "Take my cock into your mouth...and taste the raw power of another man."
And with that, Randy gently opened Evan's mouth wide, by taking Evan's chin in his hand and lowering his jaw, allowing Fire to slide his cock into the hunk's mouth, pushing in his thick mushroom head and the first couple inches of his shining oiled shaft. Evan was entranced and enraptured, his tough exterior a thing of the past as he allowed Fire's cock to pump his face, using his mouth on the other man's penis as he'd used women's pussies in the past. What they'd experienced down in their crotches, he was now the recipient with his mouth and lips and tongue. The cop looked down his nose, watched as the impressive thick cock moved back and forth, back and forth, beneath it, and slowly began to admire and accept the sight as something intoxicatingly pleasant.
Something he'd love to experience again and again.
Evan couldn't believe he was sucking his first cock (and what a *gorgeous* cock it was!), but felt no anger at his brother's trickery or accessory to this subterfuge. Fire's cock was becoming his one and only love, his only obsession and desire. His taste buds were going crazy as he licked and swallowed the oil on the cock, the chemicals of the love potion entering his system instantly, rewiring his brain to not just accept this exciting and new pleasure, but actually *prefer* it, erasing all prior straight desires. What had Randy called it? 'Man-to-man love'? It was a thrilling and enthralling prospect, to show love and affection to another guy as...beautiful? Seductive? Hunky? Yes! To all of those qualities, that Fire possessed! His heart swelled tenfold with feelings of lust and hungry yearning for this sexy, naked gay male stripper, suddenly the most erotically-desirable sex partner he could have ever dreamed about! Forget about chicks! he thought to himself. Who needs them when I can offer my body and service *Fire?!*
Fire and Randy knew then and there when Evan had been turned, as his meaty hands raised up and locked onto Fire's pumping hips, giving his cocksucking a stable, rhythmic motion, so that his mouth wouldn't slip off the man-stud's luscious cock for even a moment. Randy gently pushed his brother's face in and out from Fire's cock, creating a relentless motion, making him accustomed to the movement that would give the male dancer the most pleasure. Fire's moans of pleasure enveloped Evan's sense with a sense of pride as he realized that he was doing something right, despite his inexperienced mouth. He bobbed his head back and forth faster and faster, working up a good amount of saliva on Fire's head and shaft, his new goal to keep going until the hunk shot his hot, creamy load of man-nectar down his throat, the revelation that his brother and Fire were turning him into a cocksucker practically making him cum in his bulging pants.
Randy was free to participate, now that Evan was on his way to willingly be converted into a cock-starved homosexual, just as he'd been converted days before. He ripped off his shirt and pants, exposing a lovely 6-inch hard-on of his own. Wrapping an arm around Fire as if the erotic dancer was his boyfriend, he smiled as Fire turned to face him, leaned in, and they began to tongue each other furiously as he used a free hand to play with Fire's firm nipples.. With one hand on the back of Evan's head to regulate the pumping motion of his oral sex, Fire used his free hand to grasp and stroke Randy's hard cock.
He was the youngest of the three of them, and he'd had his own epiphany of sexual awakening, having never had the slightest interest in men until Kenneth brought him to the Red Room. He was cool with his friend being gay, and what Kenneth did for a living, namely dancing as a stripper at the Red Room, but that was as far as it went. He showed up here as a lark, to get a laugh at watching men dance instead of women, but he hadn't expected Fire to find him cute enough to want to take him into the back area. At first he resisted and said no thanks, but Fire returned with his secret weapon rubbed across his muscular chest. The pheromones did their magic and falling under Fire's love spell, Randy found himself gradually supernaturally-charmed by the hottest hunk of the bar, in short order finding not only his mouth on Fire's lips, but also on the dancer's ball-sack. The effect could be temporary, unless Fire's pheromone-enhanced cum was tasted by another man, and then his heart would be enslaved forever.
To Fire there was no question.
Randy would be his, permanently.
Randy sucked Fire off with mounting, near-mindless enthusiasm, and the resulting orgasm transformed him into Fire's love slave, hungry for cock, begging to serve him in any way the hunk wished. He'd commented that his older, straight brother might find his conversion hard to accept, at which point Fire casually suggested,
"Then maybe you should bring him to me. I'll apply some gay pride that'll make him change his mind!"
So here they were, enraptured by feelings of man-lust and craving cock action like no desires before. Fire never stopped pumping Evan's face, never letting up once, even to utter some encouraging homosexual-energizing commands-- mainly because Randy was working his own mouth with his tongue. The kid had talent! Apparently a fast learner, Randy might be useful getting more hot straight guys to come to the Red Room...and cum in other ways!
Licking and sucking Fire's hard nipples, the young man couldn't hold out any longer before this stripping Adonis, and lurched and thrashed about as he came from Fire's expert stroking, his hands roaming all over Fire's chest and face, as his sexual desire to touch another man became his single-minded ambition. The success at converting such a sexy young man, even as he thrust his cock into that same guy's brother was enough to send Fire over the edge, his cock blasting great globs of sweet cum into the police officer's mouth and throat. With both hands running through Evan's hair, Fire pumped and plunged his cock even deeper into the new convert's mouth, making the big man gag for a few seconds, until he adjusted his thinking to allow the beautiful cock entry into the back of his throat. Fire pulled out most of the way, slowed his impetus, loving the way Evan's lips were so tightly wrapped around his cock, as if he couldn't bear to let go, and finally pulled out, still hard.
Holding his penis before Evan as he had before the cop swallowed his first dick, the look in his eyes had gone from blank entrancement, to astonished enjoyment, to full-blown admiration and desire. He ran his hands up and down Fire's thighs, a probing hand gently caressing the ball sack and then up to the firm shaft, finally embracing it, luxuriating in the wet mixture of his saliva and Fire's oil and cum. A last milky globule of Fire's semen rested at the tip of the cock, threatening to trickle down the shaft, until Evan hungrily lunged forward, mouth wide open and tongue stretched out all the way so he could lick it off the sexy dancer, the potent love potion making him sigh with enjoyment as his head feel dizzy as his conversion became permanent
"And how does it feel to be gay now, Evan?" Fire asked, stroking the big guy's hair.
"I love it! I wish I'd *always* been gay, Fire! God, I wish I'd met you a long time ago! You're...*beautiful!*" he sighed, a part of him unable to believe that he could have such feelings for another man but...damn, it was true! Fire *was* the most beautiful man he'd ever beheld, and it felt so *right* to kneel before his all-mighty cock.
"And you have no problem with Randy being turned gay?"
"Hell, no!" Evan grinned, his eyes wide and mind spinning with the prospect of all the cocks he would now be able to suck. He laughed, "We might even have to share boyfriends!
"Mmmm, very good, boys! Looks like you'll do *very* well with me!" Fire grinned, playing with their hair as they knelt and gazed up at him, longingly. "I've got an insatiable sex drive, however, and I'm always on the look-out for fresh meat. Do you know where I could find some hot guys to service me, Randy?"
The student nodded slowly, his mind racing. "I never realized it until now, Fire, but...the soccer team at my college has some grrreat-looking guys! Especially the goal-keeper...Tim..."
"Sounds good, Evan. I might just check out this cutie. But, first, let's see you boys in action some more..."
A minute later the enslaved Harrison brothers were treating Fire like royalty, who was reclining on the loveseat, as the two brothers knelt before him, taking turns licking and kissing his magnificent cock and balls, running their four hands all over his muscular naked form, and after each had had their tongues inflamed with unstoppable lust from Fire's own mouth. So now the young cute one, Randy, and the older macho one, Evan, were equally submissive and eager to please their new master, their minds altered to become a matching set of fervent, greedy cock-sluts, their old straight lives completely forgotten.
A part of Fire wished they had a *third* brother* to join in!...

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It was the perfect pass, and Tim found himself airborne, imagining that he was free of Earth's gravity, and that his target, a speeding soccer ball, had to be intercepted at all costs if his rivals from Bayside College were to be denied a goal. Tim's dive was picture perfect, and as he tumbled to the ground from his mid-air snatch, the ball was securely held within his hands, denying the other team a chance to tie it up.
A cheer rose from those spectators in the stands that supported his team. He found himself hugged and cheered by his teammates, garnering a sweaty embrace from Greg that would have been a bit too friendly, if Tim didn't already know that the guy was engaged to his high school sweetheart. Tim let out a roar of victory, as he sensed a win for his team, with less than 70 seconds left to play. A handsome man in the front of the stands, wavy hair and broad shoulders beneath a tight sleeveless t-shirt, caught his attention. The guy was happy for him and smiling as if he knew him, but try as he might, Tim didn't recognize the happy fan. He took the ball and kicked it back out into play, trying to concentrate on the game.
His team went on to win 2-1, and he hit the showers a late as possible, since he had a quirk that he didn't want to shower with other guys. It just didn't feel right being around all that hair and muscles and suds. Fact was, he didn't want to know who was queer (whoever sported a hard-on...obviously), and as his high school years were behind him now, he didn't want to relive his high school teasing, because he damn well wasn't a fag! In fact, he'd ditched the glasses, and in a matter of two years Tim had matured into quite the hunk, and a rather popular one, at that, if the attention of all those girls was anything to go by.
With only a few teammates left in the showers, and most getting dressed, Tim took his time, enjoying the hot shower that was pealing off every layer of dirt from the mucky soccer field. Quite pleased with himself, replaying his incredible last-minute save in his mind, he rubbed the water out of his eyes, and was shocked to see a naked guy-- and not a teammate-- enter the shower area near him. Caught off guard momentarily, he turned away, thinking the guy was just a faculty member or someone that worked at the college that needed a shower.
He jumped back with a startled muffled yelp, when he felt the other guy's hand rest on his shoulder. "Sorry! Just wanted to say I thought you played great. Good goal-keeping."
Tim shrugged off the hand, and turned around even further, so the too-friendly guy couldn't see his dick. "Uh, thanks."
"What's your name?"
Tim was about to respond when a moment of recognition entered his mind. This was the same guy that had cheered his goal in the stands.
"Tim. Do I know you?"
"Not yet," the handsome, well-built slightly-older man smiled, as he placed both hands on Tim's shoulders, and gently turned him around to face him. He was only five or so years older than Tim, and a good two inches taller. "But you could...very easily," he suggested, massaging Tim's shoulders, locking his eyes onto the soccer star's own unblinking eyes.
There was a charisma, a certain something that made Tim *want* to look at this good-looking guy, to not shrug off the hands on his shoulders that seemed to pin him in place, even though they were clutching him lightly. Despite the hot water and steam in the stall, he seemed to detect a powerful, masculine aftershave or cologne on the other guy, an aroma that was so nice he *wanted* to smell more. His peripheral vision gave him the impression that the guy's dick was hard and sticking out towards him, but he couldn't seem to look away from his handsome features, as his hair got wetter and wetter. The hot water was steaming around them, trickling down across an impressive build and six-pack, creating a thin halo of shimmering water on the other man's face and shoulders, dampening his wavy hair. He licked his lips, tilted his head, and whispered,
"I'm Fire...and you and I are going to become lovers..."
Tim froze in position, his mind slowly, very slowly processing this stranger's words, until it was almost too late, as the handsome man's lips were mere inches from his, instinctively raising his face up to accept the approaching kiss, his eyes locked on Fire's attractive, inviting full lips...his hard dick gently bumping up against his own...*erect cock???*
"Bayside sucks! Bayside sucks! Bayside sucks!" cried a bunch of Tim's teammates, as they re-entered the shower area, professing their superiority, and creating a commotion.
Fire released Tim quickly, and turned away, running his hands across his well-toned body to simulate a shower, he caught Tim's confused, unsteady exit from the shower, his eyes meeting those of Fire's, his youthful features a portrait in confusion. Below the raucous noise of his college teammates, Tim could barely make out the words spoken by Fire, as he backed away with a confident smile and headed for the lockers to get dressed.
Something about a 'red something', 'dancing', and maybe an address, followed by a puckered kiss in the air aimed at him
He shook off the effects of probably too much steam, got dressed, and went out to grab a bite with some of his friends. He was date-less tonight, thanks to a self-imposed break, so he planned to concentrate on his studies. Much to the disappointment of Karen and Cindy and Lydia...

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Arriving at his dorm room that he shared with a guy named Andrew, Tim was horny as hell for no particular reason, and he wanted nothing more than to jerk off for hours. Andrew was out on a date, which meant he had their room to himself. Feeling the strength of his own hand on his cock, pressing and stroking all of the spots he knew he liked to tease and play with, tickling his balls as his hand worked himself furiously, Tim took advantage of his alone to time have some fun by himself.
Except that he couldn't seem to keep his mind focused. When he tried to think of a Karen or Cindy or *any* woman going down on him, she became a *he*, and a smile curled his lips as he basked in the forbidden pleasure. She straddled his waist, his hard cock up inside her, and then it was that same good-looking guy above him, and his cock was being used to fuck another guy!
He tried to stop himself, but his cock was too sexually-charged to stop, and his hand felt too good to release his dick as he rapidly pumped himself into new regions of self-pleasure. The feel of his hand...a *man's hand*...on his dick...men know how to hold a cock...they understand how to turn a man on...another man...he heard himself think.
Without realizing he'd succumbed to gay urges, Tim masturbated full-throttle to fantasies of men.
Of a special man, with wavy dark brown hair, gleaming wet chest, powerful throbbing 8-inch dick on hips that could swivel and thrust like a well-oiled machine.
Tim moaned and gasped as his sex drive doubled and tripled, his mind going crazy with images of having this guy lay on top of him, writhe about getting his sweat on him, of his man hands roaming and exploring his body where he'd never imagined ever letting another guy touch, even as he enveloped the male stranger in a fierce embrace that he didn't want broken.
He was with his *male* lover.
"Kiss me!" Tim sighed, unsure if he was fantasizing himself saying it, or impersonating this hot stud commanding him to kiss him.
Either way, his mind imagined his first man-on-man kiss, his lips crushing against the other guy's sensuous mouth, the two of them locked within a sweaty lover's embrace as his jerked off like never before. The dominant guy on top of him held Tim in place by holding the top of his head, while the other stroked and rubbed his cheek liked he'd seen men and women do in romance movies, then reached down, his unseen hand rubbing Tim's cock out of sight-- no, no!, too soon-- not into another guy touching me, but...I wonder what would it look like?
The fantasy man broke free and edged up higher, his thick cock getting closer and closer to Tim's open mouth as he straddled his chest, Tim's lips held in an 'O' shape as a way of encouraging the stranger to push his meat into Tim's willing mouth. He pictured it from a third person view, himself on his back, in this dorm room bed, the sexy man hovering over him, the pulsating gleaming cock getting closer and closer as he did some stripper moves with his pelvis, and pushed his hips up towards Tim's face.... No! He couldn't do oral sex with another guy! It wasn't right! He wasn't like *that!* That brought forth a wave of sexual excitement as he resisted the gay urge, but found himself weakening It felt sooo good to imagine himself falling in love with another guy, to fall to his knees and be used as a slavish, naked, boy-toy!
Tim imagined it from a first person view, which was basically what he saw when he opened his eyes and bent forward, his chin on his chest, to get a good close-up view of his own thick cock-head, the hole dripping with pre-cum, closer and closer, bouncing around as he masturbated quickly.
I think...I could do it! he thought to himself. I *could* suck a cock...I..*want..to suck a cock!* I really want to suck another guy's cock! he tried to convince himself.
Imagining a new angle, that he was completely helpless before a powerful male as he knelt before him and stared at a seductively huge cock, he imagined himself saying with a light lisp in his voice,
"Oooo! You've got a nice one!"
Tim shot his load there and then, his eyes squashed tightly as the orgasm of orgasms wracked his entire being, the foreign feelings of lust and desire for another guy swimming in his mind, telling him-- no, *forcing him* to accept them, to admit that it was okay to go gay. His hand became slippery with sticky cum, his pelvis thrusting to simulate the other man's pelvis, and his nuts vibrated with energy as he played with them, his orgasm surged a few more times before gradually coming under control, even as his mind followed suit.
He gradually caught his breath, and recovered a portion of his sanity, even as his dick dribbled out the last drops of his steaming hot cum onto his hairy belly.
Whoa...where had all *that* come from? he wondered. Those were fantasies unlike anything he'd ever experienced, preferring to be the dominate one with a girl, but this...this amazing feeling of being emasculated and turned into a homosexual, programmed to forget who he was and become a cock-hungry limp-wristed gay-boy, and all because of one single guy...was super-thrilling. Only women had ever turned him on, but imagining a *male* with that kind of sexual power over him, or any man that he craved...well, it had been incredibly fun, but he wouldn't go over the edge like *that* again! He released a contented sigh, telling himself that like a bad dream, those thoughts would be pushed away, hidden from even himself, to be used rarely, and under only the most stressful of times when straight fantasies couldn't keep him hard, even though he wanted to masturbate.
Six hours later, at 2 in the morning, with Andrew sound asleep in his bed a few feet away, Tim found himself orgasming silently and forcefully to homosexual fantasies of that same sexy mystery man from the shower...
...and this time he'd fantasized to vivid images of himself enthusiastically sucking the other guy's cock, his head bobbing back and forth on another man's big, juicy penis.

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Tim had begun to notice changes in himself that he couldn't explain, and wasn't even sure he wanted to change back. He'd become a shower hog, remaining in hot, steamy showers for twice as long as before, as hot water blasted free every speck of dirt from his body, and his hands massaged and touched every part of his body. He stroked and rubbed himself, enjoying the feel of his masculine strength on his own flesh, masturbating himself to full erection again and again so he could wash his dripping cock and admire it's shape and size.
He thoroughly cleaned his sphincter like never before, lathering up and enjoying the ticklish feeling of suds trapped in his crack, until he bent over and felt the hot water drench his bum with relentless frothy pounding, sometimes creating a partial erection by doing so.
He worked out more, especially with teammates Greg and Cal, secretly checking out the bulges in their shorts or t-shirts, smiling secretly to himself as he watched their biceps or calves flex from movement. He'd never noticed how pleasant it was to watch another guy move, gradually work up a sweat, pump up his muscles to become bigger and better than he used to be, and had discovered that man sweat didn't stink to him anymore. In fact, it smelled kinda nice.
It also had the effect of a measure of guilt once he came home to his dorm room, filling his mind with questions as to why, oh, why was he checking out guys??? He wasn't gay! They were teammates and friends...not his *boy* friends! Deciding that this 'fling', this weird fascination with what it must be like to be queer, Tim told himself that masturbation was out tonight, and so were any fantasies that he had been using the past 8 years that consisted of women and girls; just in case his brain turned them into that guy.
He finally fell asleep well after 2:30 am, his mind keeping him awake and too alert to fall sleep because he desperately wanted to masturbate, all-too-aware that Andrew was just a few feet away, snoring, wearing just a pair of black and white briefs...

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Sunday was the big wrestling pay-per-view with his friend, Billy, and it promised to be a good one, with two cage matches, a no-holds-barred match, and every championship belt on the line. Tim went over to Billy's place, and life seemed completely back on track, much to his relief, as they talked about work, the matches, and Billy's car troubles.
Tim had no idea the third match would bring his homosexual urges out like the force of a hurricane.
As they sat side by side, the movie theater about two-thirds filled to capacity, the blaring music of the Intercontinental Champion blared out from the surround-sound speakers, and amongst a multi-flash of pyrotechnics, John The Ironman made his grand entrance.
Tim silently gasped, and felt his dick stir within his jeans.
All this time, Tim had believed that his fantasy man had been the guy from the shower, but here was John The Ironman, with his wavy brown hair, chiseled good-looking features, and shining muscular body which seemed to be the *exact* image of his masturbatory creation! They were so similar he began to wonder if he'd been jerking off all this time to the shower dude or John The Ironman. Tim rested his hands casually on his lap, but contact with his twitching dick only made it pump up and become fully erect. He shifted in his seat, and quickly, surreptitiously, 'adjusted' his cock so it wasn't getting hard while curled up, which could be very uncomfortable.
Billy noticed his discomfort, and laughed over the loud entrance music, "Yea, that's right! Pretty Boy is gonna get stomped on by Big Ten! Why do you even like this guy?!"
Tim stuttered mismatched words that were lost in the clammer of the music, voice-overs of the ringside commentators, and other people in the theater that were watching the show. He played along, as Billy was always teasing him about his favouritism of 'baby-face' wrestlers over 'heel' bad guys, and hadn't actually been suggesting that Tim *liked* Ironman in *that* way..
Big Ten, a huge man-mountain of over 7 feet in height and 500 pounds of blubber appeared next to a chorus of boos from everyone, except Billy and about five others. Nobody noticed how Tim was watching John The Ironman intently, his eyes roaming across that sexy body that wasn't too pumped up on muscles, but was the image of what Tim wished he could be...
...or sleep with?
Nonoonono, stop that, he told himself. Think about Tiara, the seductive manager of the Hooligan Brothers. Yeah, that's more like it. Nice red lips, curly brown hair, costumes that allowed her hard nipples to point out and...what...the...HELL?????
Tim couldn't believe it as he felt his dick go soft and disinterested in the image of the gorgeous Tiara, a woman who was solely responsible for the sale of any wrestling magazine that she appeared in, because he used her as source material for masturbation. But now, for some cock-eyed reason, she did nothing for him. Sort of. He recognized her as a beautiful woman, but...why did his dick shrink when her name came up???
He paid attention to the match as it began, and slowly became aware that he was watching John, and only John. It didn't matter if Big Ten was in the shot, his eyes were checking out the Ironman from head to toe, intent on seeing if the babyface wrestler was wearing a cup or underwear...checking out that bulge in the crotch of his cute little black and blue briefs...wishing it would get *bigger!*.
And his dick was aching from hardness again.
The match mercilessly ended some six minutes later, with a victorious Ironman smiling and saying, "Check me out! I'm amazing, aren't I?" to the cheering crowd.
As Tiara was interviewed next about her heel team's match, Tim excused himself to go to the washroom.
He didn't even spare her a glance on screen for her.
Luckily, most movies were in full swing right now, and only a couple guys were in the men's room as Tim entered the farthest stale, dropping his pants and underwear, and remained standing as his hand was reunited with his hot, welcoming dick. He stroked himself quickly, hoping to cum in just a couple minutes so it would look to Billy like he took a shit, but his dick wasn't cooperating.
With conflicting feelings of guilt, confusion, and lust dancing through his head, Tim fantasized to images of John The Ironman, picturing him embracing Tim, kissing him, rubbing his hard-on inside his underwear, but his self-consciousness at masturbating in a public washroom, with someone waiting for him, prevented him from going over the edge.
A guy in the stall next door quietly cleared his throat.
Ohshitohshitohshitfuckyoufuckyoufuckyou! Tim cursed in his mind at the next door neighbor that he'd neglected to have noticed when he entered his stall, and *should have* sat in any of the other five empty stalls instead of this one! What the fuck, man??? Tim calmed himself, and began to stroke and fantasize again, determined to finish.
The guy next door wasn't making any pooping or peeing noises...not even a constipated grunt.
And then Tim noticed his own shadow on the floor.
Oooohfuuuck! he cursed with grinding teeth. If the other guy bent down low enough, the stupid damned light directly over Tim's head would give him a view of his shadow, complete with his hand rubbing his outstretched dick! This was a dumb idea, and well over 5 minutes had passed, so Billy would soon wonder where he was. He should leave and...
The other guy tapped his foot a couple times.
Tim stared down at it, his mouth open in surprise. He wasn't gay, but had heard in his travels that that was one way homosexuals communicated silently to one another offering a a blowjob. Or receiving or both, who knew? The fact was, the queer next door *had* seen him, and had the *gall* to assume he was jerking off to gay fantasies!
Tim shoved his pants and underwear up to his hips, and once more dressed, prepared to leave. He struggled with the latch on the door, and thought he heard another door open. Involuntarily, he looked to his left at the next stall as he began to pass it, and was startled to find it open nearly all the way, a nice-looking young guy stroking his own dick, coaxing Tim to visit.
Tim froze, his mouth open, and eyes suddenly locked on the mirror image of what he looked like as he masturbated. The other guy was slowly stroking his thick, uncut cock, which jutted out of a patch of trimmed brown pubic hair, a companion to a pair of hair balls that hung low. Seeing that Tim was intrigued, the other guy used his free hand to open his stall door all the way, offering Tim a welcoming smile.
"Like my cock?" he whispered. "Come in and suck me."
Tim didn't know what to do. Billy would wonder where he was already-- he shouldn't be having gay fantasies and thinking of John The Ironman, and he sure as hell should *not* join another guy in a bathroom stall!
He took a tentative step forward, his head down slightly as he stared at the counterpart cock. He felt his own hand reach down and rub some of the sexual tension out of his own bulging tingling cock.
"C'mon in!" the other guy encouraged softly. "You'll love it!"
Tim thought, Now or never! and took another awkward step closer so that one foot was at the edge of the door to the stall and...
...three laughing teenagers barged in, talking all at the same time, apparently thoroughly enjoying the movie they'd just watched, and took up positions at the sinks to wash their hands, unaware of the rendezvous that had almost happened.
The spell was broken, and Tim backed away, even as the guy reluctantly quietly closed the stall door, resigned to wait for the next curious boy to show up. This was insane! *Twice* a gay guy had propositioned him, and *twice* they'd been interrupted! He didn't know if he should be relieved or pissed off!
The pay-per-view was excellent...at least, as far as Billy was concerned. Tim was far too distracted and asking questions of himself, wondering what the hell had been going through his mind, what he expected would happen, and how he'd explain an even longer absence from his buddy back in the theater.
Later that night, the strike against gay fantasies was ended, and with his mind filled with a hot new scenario, that of John The Ironman asking him to join him in a bathroom stall, Tim gleefully played with himself to a successful and powerful orgasm as the same words from the guy in the stall were uttered by John the Ironman over and over in his head ...
"C'mon in...you'll love it!"
"Yes, I will." Tim replied, mesmerized.
"C'mon in...you'll love it!"
"Yes, I will!"
A cock in his mouth, sliding back and forth, slick with his saliva and the other man's cum...
"You love it! You love it! You love it!"
"Yes! Yes! Ooooh, yeeeeesss!...."

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Tim made his way to the soccer field, his head a mess, but still determined to play as good a game as he could. The coach was already shouting at Cal for being a slacker and being scoreless for the past four games, which offended Tim. He walked up to Cal, and gave him a consoling hug, only to feel his teammate tense his embrace.
"Heyheyhey! It's no big deal, Tim! I'll live! Getouttahere!"
He released his friend, and forced a weak smile back at the awkward smile Cal was levelling him with, as if to say, That was a joke, riiiight?
"Okay, okay!" Tim shrugged. "Wendy's not around so I thought I'd take over!"
"Ha, ha! Thanks but nooo thanks, buddy!" Cal said, turning away, although Tim hoped he *had* seen the semi in his shorts, as if to let Cal know...what?
*What, Tim????* he asked himself. That you're beginning to like guys? That you *liked* the way Cal felt in your arms, you and wished you'd hugged the guy in the bathroom at the theater??? This is supposed to be a damned *secret*, so keep it that way! Coach *hates* fags, that's a fact, so *don't* act like that around him! he chided himself.
The game began against the rival Seaside College, and for the most part Tim's head was in the game, especially after teammate Jose scored the first goal. 47 minutes into the came, Tim tried to stop the ball from being rebounded into the net by an opposing fullback, only to trip the young man, and himself in the process. They fell in a heap, somehow with Tim on his back and the other guy on top. The guy didn't score, but it was a confusing mash-up as arms and legs went in various directions by themselves...
...with Tim's right arm around the other player's back, holding him down tightly so that their bodies were as tightly squashed together as he'd ever felt when he'd had sex with a girl.
"Hey! Whoa! Get outta--!! What the ffffaaah--???" the other player cried out, panicky, and completely uncomfortable at the encounter. He scurried to his feet and uttered an expletive that included 'faggot dirt-bag', which really hurt, as Tim didn't consider himself either appellation, nor was it something he thought someone should say to anybody else, period.
The game ended in a 1-1 tie, thanks in part to Tim's distraction-- namely how nice it felt to hold Calvin close to him, if only for a few moments. Cal and Greg hit the showers way ahead of Tim. He felt he was crossing a line now, with actual physical contact with another guy, which was something he *didn't* want...right? It was one thing to lose his identity to sexual fantasies to get a beautiful orgasm out of it, but quite another to actually play the role for real.
The sky had gradually clouded up and was now spitting ran, which was a damned shame since Cal had been his ride back to the dorm! He didn't have a bus ticket back to ride across the to the other side of the city, so he decided to feel sorry for himself and walk back, figuring it would take about an hour, even though he couldn't stand getting soaked.
He found himself passing through areas of downtown he rarely visited, and in fact eventually realized that he was nearly lost. What street was this? It might have been Midland, but Midland seemed like it should be further away. Oh, there was a sign. Rain began to pour now in huge waves, and Tim's discomfort doubled as his bare legs yearned for the protection of his bluejeans, and his windbreaker became drenched, making him even more eager to get out of the storm. Not a good idea to walk around in his soccer shorts.
Danfield Road.
Okay, he knew where he was...not that he'd ever really knew what was on Danfield, but the intersection was familiar and he knew it intersected by Green Avenue His stomach growled and Tim realized that the prospect of something to eat was a great inducement to get out of the rain. A restaurant he passed by was closed for renovations, but through the hailing rain and stirred-up wind, he saw someone enter a side entrance to a restaurant or bar down a short alleyway. With no other prospect around, even a coke would hit the spot, so Tim headed for the semi-hidden establishment, glancing up at the neon name flashing in the bristling rain...
The Red Room.
The name flashed back a forgotten memory for him, but he wasn't sure of what. Maybe he'd heard it's name on TV or in the paper.
Whatever.
He swung open the door, and barged in, eager to be dry again, and get something to drink.
A wicked light show and pounding dance music assaulted his sense, his hands reaching up to rub the cold rain out of his face and hair, his eyes blinking to focus as he wiped his wet hands on his wet jacket.
Ooooh...shiiii...Tim thought to himself, as he saw where he was.
The Red Room was a bar...a *gay* bar!
It was obvious from the trio of near-naked guys standing or sitting around the club, chatting with other guys. No women, not a one, were here. Posters of semi-naked men were placed in selected spots, and the whole place reeked of testosterone and manly cologne and sweat.
He spun on his heel, and was ready to leave, when he out of the corner of his eyes he spotted a nearly-naked stud standing near a curtained area. He seemed strangely familiar, and offered a wave, as if he knew Tim. How was that possible, if he'd never been here? Then the similarity in faces struck him...
The guy looked like wrestler John The Ironman, who in turn looked like the guy in his the shower at school! Wait, it *was* the guy from the shower! What the hell was going on here? A waiter wearing nothing but tight shorts and a bow tie asked if he'd like a drink, but Tim told him he was just leaving.
The waiter departed, but Tim did not. His legs wouldn't move in the direction he knew he should...*out* of the Red Room! He found himself staring at the...dancer? The Ironman-lookalike watched as Tim took a couple steps forward. That seemed to please the dancer, and with an encouraging smile, he held the curtain open to a back area, bathed in dim lighting.
Tim told himself he was going to the guy only to get some answers, but the closer he got to him the more he could smell an unusual fragrance, unlike any aftershave or cologne he'd ever smelled. It was wonderful, masculine, invigorating, and he knew he wanted more. If the dancer was wearing it...and he was!...then it was what he sensed in the shower and he was more than willing to join him for a coffee back there, and maybe find out what brand it was so he could buy some and wear it on his next date with Lydia or Cindy.
"Good to see you again, Tim. I knew you'd find me."
"How do you know me?" he asked.
"C'mon in." I'll love it? echoed in his mind like a flashback to the guy in the bathroom stall, but was joined by instead, "I'll fill you in."
Tim entered the back area, the dancer's aftershave becoming the only scent he could sense, even though there was an underlying aroma of other aftershaves present...considering this was...ooooh, boy! A lap dance area! What the *hell* was he doing back here???
The sexy dancer smiled at him, backing up, drawing Tim deeper into the lap dance alcoves, stopped at the last couch all the way in the back, and waited for Tim to enter first. He stood near Fire, looked around, and swallowed as he saw the loveseat, empty and inviting, room for just two people. a lounge made for lovers,
"I really shouldn't, uh, be...here," Tim stuttered.
"Nonsense," Fire smiled, gently ushering Tim inside and onto the sofa. In a fluid motion he closed the curtain, and was seated beside Tim, an arm around the soccer player's shoulder, acting as if it belonged there, and that they were the best of friends...or more. Gulp!
"I...I'm not gay. Just so you know," Tim stated, sounding lame and awkward. Fire just smiled at him, as if he knew the truth. "S-sorry I'm g-getting your couch all wet. It's raining," he added, somewhat unnecessarily.
"Mm-hm," Fire said, licking his lips, and stoking Tim's shoulder. "I'm going to get you wet in other ways. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Tim found he couldn't take his eyes off of Fire's handsome face, nor did he find any discomfort in Fire's light embrace. The words 'yes' and 'no' got trapped in his throat, neither one winning, neither losing. It was nice to be out of the rain. Nice to be near Fire.
He was much better looking than John The Ironman. He wore a single gold earring, which used to seem faggy to him before, but now...now it looked sexy on another guy...
"How...how do you know me?" Tim forced himself to ask.
Fire placed a hand on Tim's wet soccer shorts, and squeezed them gently. "A mutual friend and admirer. I enjoyed watching you play soccer...getting all hot...and sweaty...gasping for breath..."
Tim was aware that after every word spoken, Fire's face had closed in on his without him even really noticing, until it was too late. The kiss that had been interrupted in the shower finally took place, the male stripper's pleasing full lips locked onto his with a sensuous, romantic embrace. Fire's arm pulled Tim's shoulder inward, locking him in even tighter to their shared kiss, his free hand cupping his cheek first, then subtly finding it's down to the soccer player's thigh to his crotch, cupping the engorged cock beneath. A part of Tim's straight mind told him that this should stop, that he wasn't into guys, but another part, a part that he realized was gaining power over him, told him to love it, embrace it, follow through with it. It was his fantasy come true!
Fire broke the kiss gently, but was relentless in his seduction as he pulled back only enough to playfully trace his lips against Tim's mouth back and forth, occasionally darting his tongue out to lick Tim's upper or lower lip until Tim succumbed and tentatively extended his own tongue. He'd never even had a chance to do this with a girl, but here he was, casually accepting another man's tongue into his mouth, even as he stuck his tongue out as far as possible so that he could taste the inside of Fire's hot mouth, their mutally-ragged breath whispering across each other's cheeks.
Fire's roaming free hand was on his crotch one moment and then on Tim's free hand the next, drawing it downward, positioning it so that Tim...*touched Fire's tight briefs and huge hard-on beneath!*
The male exotic dancer was surprised at Tim's will, as the embarrassed soccer player tore away from him and jumped to his feet.
"Sorrysorrysorrysorry!" Tim blurted out, breathless, wiping a bit of saliva from his lips.
"Don't be. I wanted you to touch me."
"But *I* didn't want to do that! I told you, Fire, I'm straight! I can't-- I'm not--I've never--" Tim stuttered, his face showing the deep red of embarrassment, and giving new meaning to the name 'red room'.
"That's okay, Tim. Come here. Join me again."
The college student took a step forward, seemingly distracted by the hunky, muscular body of the stripper, but he quickly took a step back. "Nonono. It's one thing to fantasize, but to go through with it--"
"You want to go through with it, Tim. You'll love it."
Words similar to the guy in the bathroom stall, and his own words that he masturbated to filled him with new lust and desires, and the beginnings of courage to try it. Fire saw this, as he'd seen with so many other lovers, both straight and gay, so he made the choice even more irresistible. He took his bottle of pheromone body oil and began to rub some all over his chest and arms, making them shine with a muscle-reveling sheen. It immediately caught Tim's attention, and he found his thoughts locked onto the sexy dancer reclining before him in their private room, the masculine fragrance from before now much stronger and overwhelming.
"You *know* you want me!" Fire said suggestively, as he removed his briefs and exposed his beautiful eight inches of suckable man-meat for Tim to admire. He saw Tim gasp at the sheer size of the lounging man-god, saw the mesmerizing effect his dick had on the wayward straight boy, and luxuriously began to stroke and caress his cock, pointing it at the soccer player, tempting him to kneel before it, and service him orally..
"Look at my cock, Tim...beautiful...isn't it...makes you hungry for it, doesn't it...you like how I'm stroking it, don't you, Tim?"
Enthralled, Tim's quietly uttered, "Yes,", even though he couldn't understand how it was possible. His own dick was making it's own protestations...it wanted to come out and be stroked, too!
"Look at it, Tim...come closer...kneel before it between my legs..."
Tim found himself doing just that, bending down to one knee and then both, a euphoric smile bending his lips the closer he got to the work of art, unaware that he'd knocked over Fire bottle of pheromone oil. It left a wet patch in the short carpet before Fire returned it to the side table. Yes, it *was* beautiful...yes, it was making him hungry for it! The closer he got to it, the more he could smell that fantastic male cologne, the one that told him that he was glad he was a man...and with a beautiful man, as well!
Once again, Tim tried to fight it, tried to remember who he was, but Fire's presence was too overwhelming. He became like a soft boy toy, like the Fantasy-Tim that he masturbated to, as he allowed Fire to pull off his wet jacket and shirt, and lay him down on the carpet of the lap dance room. Fire's cock dangled inches above him in near-silhouette as he looked up at it, glad that Fire had taken the initiative and freed his man-snake from his shorts and underwear, at last, and pulled them all the way down to his knees..
Tim stared upwards and watched as Fire hovered above him, facing the opposite direction, taking his thick gay cock in one hand, pointing it downwards, and aiming it for Tim's mouth. His lips parted as the mushroom head lowered towards him, touched his lips and slid down into his mouth, even as his own six-inch dick was embraced by Fire's lips, suddenly locking Tim in a 69-position with the gay male stripper.
Another position/encounter he'd never had a chance to try with a girl...
Tim felt Fire's lips and tongue slide up and down his pole with sexual dominance, taking what he wanted, even as he expertly thrust his pelvis downward again and again, pushing his thick cock into Tim's virgin mouth with relentless expertise. He couldn't believe that the day had turned out like this, and that his fantasies were only a quarter as amazing as the real thing! He watched with acceptance as the thick cock pumped his face into euphoria, the ball sack bouncing up and down with every expert thrust. Fire's cock was thick and made him stretch his lips around the throbbing, great shaft, occupying the entirety of his mouth and very nearly his throat.
And while this was happening, neither was aware of how Tim's hair on the back of his head was immersed in the small patch of carpet-soaked mind-controlling oil, it's seductive elements overwhelming his mind and conscienceness. Tim's hands roamed and clawed at the muscular frame of Fire's body above him, becoming used to the strength and textures of a male lover. He felt new preferences recreate himself from the inside out, as he came to accept that he loved cock, and hot-bodied men, and that soccer, once his greatest love, was now just a mere interest in comparison to *this!*
Fire was merciless in his seduction of Tim, sucking the soccer player's cock with gusto and wild, thrusting licks of his man-enslaving tongue, even as his fingers playfully teased Tim's sphincter, making the younger man groan and writhe from never-before-experienced sexual rushes. As the expert that he was, Fire knew all the signs of when a lover was about to come, but rather than allowing the seduced college student to orgasm, and taste the sweet juice of his own cum stream, Fire held back and interrupted the final moments, forcing Tim's orgasm to build to new heights. He knew that with the stronger the orgasm, the deeper a lover fell in love with him, and he wanted Tim to be his absolute, uncompromising, sexy, young love slave, his straight cock enslaved to gay urges and pleasures.
Tim continued to moan and wish he could utter just two words so that Fire could allow him to cum and he could bask in the beauty of his first man-on-man love-making, but Fire continued to pump his face from above-- the two words being, "Please, Master!"
Neither knew how long the 69 went on for, as both of their minds became so enslaved to the seductive jolts and tastes they were experiencing that neither was expecting it when Tim came first. Fire worked his cock into a thick lather, sucking, licking, stroking it to a mind-blowing orgasm, played for it's new master. A minute later, Fire jolted and rocked from his own orgasm, shoving his dick deeper into Tim's mouth and throat, his pheromone love potion washing down the younger man's throat, finally, inescapably taking control of Tim's mind forever.
Gasping for breath, they struggled to separate so that Fire could position himself face to face with Tim, their arms embraced in a lover's cuddle, their lips meeting again and again as they kissed, sometimes with Tim as the aggressor. Fire was about to compliment him on his new skill, when he saw a look of passion in Tim's eyes like he'd rarely seen before. Tim was right off the scale from his straight-to-gay conversion, and apparently wasn't finished just yet!.
"I want you inside me, Fire! Please! I'm begging you! Take me!"
The gorgeous male dancer was never one to deny a newcomer, so he picked Tim up, pulling him inwards as he sat back in the loveseat with Tim straddling his lap. Encircling Fire's neck with his arms, Tim groaned and squinted as he felt Fire position his still rock-hard penis against his rosebud, then lowered himself a little at a time. He moaned and rocked his head back and forth as the man-god's cock drove deeper and deeper into his crack as he began to bounce on it.
Fire loved the enthusiasm of Tim as the newbie turned on Fire all over again, the young man's mouth digging into his firm neck, nibbling and licking it as he pumped the cock in his ass, grunting out, "Ooh, baby, you *are* a keeper! You're going to be mine, alone!" Fire grunted, loving the sex-hungry look in Tim's eyes. Tim's hands clutched at the well-formed arms of Fire, the musculature of the stud imprinted on his mind as absolutely, irresistibly seductive, as well as the dancer's pecs.
He halted his bouncing long enough to bend down and suck both of Fire's nipples into rigid buds, his tongue licking them in furious circles, his teeth gently nibbling them to hard knobs that he could suck again. Fire rolled the young soccer player over onto his back, one leg raised high as Fire took his place as a dominant top, and pounded his thick meat into Tim's ass, much to the young man's euphoric pleasure.
Tim could hardly think, barely able to grunt out words and broken sentences like "Loveyouloveyouloveyou", "I love it!" and '"Slave...I'm your cock-slave!"

After such a sweaty, forceful love-making session, Fire was intrigued by Tim's absolute adoration of him, as the pheromones had affected this new lover like none before. The student was all set to jettison his entire previous life, and wanted nothing more than to be with Fire, and begged to work at the Red Room.
A conversation with owner Jean Marc, a couple signatures on employment papers, and Tim was signed up as the newest dancer and performer, under Fire's guidance, which gave the professional dancer all kinds of ideas on how to immerse Tim into his new gay life, as he had months ago with Bronte.
The mention of gorgeous, tough-guy Bronte brought a smile to Fire's lips. Once so butch, he would make the nastiest prison guards seem like little girls at a tea party. Then they crossed paths and lusting after him, Fire enslaved him and turned him gay, and more to the point, his boyfriend. However, Fire's lifestyle didn't allow for long-term relationships, and after an extremely pleasing, and mutually satisfying time together, Fire released him from his spell enough so that Bronte and Troy, another dancer at the Red Room, could date exclusively. Fire envied Troy-- during his conversion, Bronte had turned out to be a natural at sucking cock, and welcomed the role-reversal of being a submissive bottom, becoming one of the best fucks Fire had ever had, so that only meant great things for sexy, muscular Troy.
Which brought him to Tim.
A change from a slightly older, more muscular lover appealed to Fire, so he decided to make Tim look the part of a gay dancer at the Red Room, but allowed him to keep his real name. After all, it would be such a turn-on for one of Tim's former college friends to drop by the club and know for certain that Tim had been refashioned into a completely gay man.
Therefore, he and another dancer, Kenneth, took Tim into a change room in the club and got to work on a little man-scaping. They trimmed and gelled his hair, giving him a few blonder streak, reshaped his eyebrows somewhat, plucking out a few stray ones here and there, and proceeded to shave him everywhere. Tim accepted without complaint as the older men lathered up his chest, and belly, and gently removed the hair from existence, then trimmed his pubic hair to a shorter length that Fire found pleasing.. Next, they pierced both ears and gave him solid gold earrings in both ears, with Fire enforcing the identity of one being Tim's symbol of love and devotion to him, and the other a symbol of his new life.
He grimaced for only a few moments as Fire and Kenneth then pierced both nipples, giving him a pair of thin gold rings there, too, which stood out before the soft brown of his areolas. The gay dancers gave him some nice rings to wear from Fire's collection to adorn the fingers that would be stroking Fire's cock again and touching male customers in due time, and then Fire oiled up his hands a little, sliding Tim's cock ring on. He was told to relax and become flaccid, so that.one ball first and.then the other could be adjusted, then they slipped his cock through and suddenly it was party time. Tim smiled down at his new present-- his cock would never be used on a woman again-- only Fire and men would be offered pleasure from it, and that suited him just fine. It pleased him to no end that his cock was truly gay, and only men would derive pleasure from it now. Fire finished the transformation with a snug collar around Tim's neck.
Taking him by the hand, Fire stood him in front of the full-length mirror and asked, "What do you think?"
Tim sighed from acceptance, a contented grin flashing in his reflection, as his throbbing flag-pole of an erection told the men that Tim had accepted his new homosexual orientation with complete acceptance and excitement.
He looked at Fire, an expectant look on his face, and Fire knew what was next for his new boyfriend...

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Jean Marc looked out amongst the eager crowd of men, the Red Room filled to capacity. Usually the D.J. handled this, but he wanted in on the action.
"Good evening, gentlemen, and welcome to the Red Room! I can see many excited faces, and I know why you're all here, so without further adieu, may I present the Dynamic Duo of...FIRRRRE!!! AND TIIIIMMM!"
To a pounding disco beat, the two men appeared on stage.amid flashing multi-colored lights, choreographing moves together, writhing and touching one another, their eyes locked onto each other, as if the other was the only person n the world...which was practically the case for the enslaved Tim!
Men in the audience hooted and hollered, used to seeing an oiled Fire alone on the stage up until now, but this was so much hotter. Fire was a couple inches taller and more muscular than the toned ex-college student, and to see him rub up against him, kiss him, and yank off his tiny red speedo, simply fed their fantasies.
Tim's new piercings glittered in the stage lights as much as the fire in his eyes for his Master and lover, his own oiled body exposed for all to see in all of it's soccer-honed perfection. The only part of his form that wasn't naked to the world was his slave collar around his neck, and the revealing jock-strap that Fire ripped off by the middle of the second song, but he didn't care. He was with his Master and he wanted to shout out his joy and adoration to the man-god to the world.
The three-song set drove the audience crazy, as the moves became more and more sexually suggestive, finally ending with Fire's cock thrusting into Tim's mouth in front of the delighted audience, some men crying, literally, that *they* wanted to taste Fire's hot meat.
Tim's youthful journey had taken an unexpected, but even more thrilling course, as he became a staple of the Red Room, rarely wearing clothes, performing with and without his love god on stage, and always eager to please his lover and mentor. And getting rich in the process, as he lap-danced for all kinds of men. His college career, and love for soccer was a forgotten, insignificant memory...
...Until Fire felt it was time, some day, for Tim's former soccer teammates to visit the Red Room, and become a new generation of Red Room cock-slaves..

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