The Red Room II
Carrie MacKay and Beth Torrance had hired me to get some revenge on a male stripper that they claimed had ruined their lives. Both women had been engaged to men, Alex Elliott and Paul Brown, respectively, and claimed that both men were now one hundred percent homosexual, where just a short time ago, as little as a week, in fact, they had been 100 % heterosexual. Homophobic, in fact. I told them that such a change of mind was impossible and that they probably didn’t know the true persona of their fiancés, after all. Or they could be faking it, and just didn’t want to get married.
The hidden video of the two men, Alex and Paul wrestling in bed with each other in mad, passionate gay sex changed my mind, and kinda grossed me out, too.
They had both told their respective wives-to-be that it had been a male dancer called ‘Fire’ that had made them see their love for one another, and no marriages would take place. The women were heart-broken and vengeful, which was where I came in.
My name’s Bronte, and I do favors for other people.
No, I don’t kill people, but I have scared the crap out of them, and been an instrument of revenge for both jilted men and women, although when I helped out a dude it was usually to get back at his cheating whore wife or girlfriend. This was my first assignment to lean on a gay guy, and I wasn’t looking forward to it at all, but money was money and I had a job to do. I had nothing against gays— just wanted them to keep their distance from us straight guys and go fornicate with their own kind.
This ‘Fire’ dude worked at a new club called The Red Room, and it looked like any other kind of strip club I’d ever been in, flashing strobe lights, dance music pounding from plenty of amplifiers, men at tables gawking at the dancer on the stage, but that’s where the similarity ended. A tall, lanky guy minus chest hair was wriggling his ass on stage, instead of a babe in a bra and panties, and posters of oily muscleheads were stuck on the walls, instead of chicks in lingerie.
I glanced at the guy on stage and nearly laughed out loud. Gay guys liked this kinda stuff? He wasn’t my target, this Fire guy, so I casually made my way to the back exit into the dressing room area, and found a gentleman exiting the club’s office.
“Hello. I’m a friend of Fire’s,” I said, turning on the charm. “Is he here today?”
“He will be very shortly, sir. His dressing room is right here, if you’d like to wait for him?”
“I would. Thank you, Mister--?”
“Jean Marc,” the owner replied. “I’ll tell Fire you’re waiting for him—“
“Actually, Jean Marc, it’s a surprise,” I interrupted, still smiling and hoping I was coming off as a fan of the marriage-breaker. “It’s…my birthday.”
“Ooooh!” Jean Marc squealed. “Maybe he’ll give you a surprise, then!”
“Maybe,” I grinned, playing along.
Jean Marc went on his way and I entered Fire’s dressing room, patting the gun in the breast pocket of my jacket. It wasn’t loaded, but it sure looked scary to the bad guys. I looked around, and shook my head, disgusted and laughed derisively as Fire’s costumes and personal effects. He had sparkly shirts and vests and underwear, leather garments, bottles of oils and creams on his vanity. Vanity—yea, that was it. The guy was probably as queer as a three dollar bill and somehow vain about his sissy, pretty-boy looks. It would have been funny if the clothing belonging to a stand-up comedian with a drag queen gimmick or wussy character on stage, but all this stuff was for a guy that worked out and enjoyed being masculine, if the few pictures of him in the room was any indication.
Sitting in a drawer in the vanity was a pile of underwear, but something told me it wasn’t his. It wasn’t ‘show business’ quality, more like average-joe underwear, stuff I couldn’t see such a prissy gay-boy like Fire wearing. There must have been over a dozen briefs and boxers in the drawer.
What the hell? I thought to myself, catching a glimpse of a pair of photos of Fire and a very famous actor. The first was of them…tonguing each other??? The other was of the actor and Fire embracing like they were in love. It wasn’t a friendly, hey-we’re-straight-and-mugging for-the-camera-aren’t-we-funny expression— there was definite love between these two! Wasn’t that actor married to one of the hottest actresses in Hollywood???
The door swung open, and in the same moment it took him to realize that somebody was already in his dressing room, I had Fire covered with my gun.
“Don’t move. Close the door,” I ordered softly.
Fire did so, a look of great concern on his face. “What’s this about? Who are you?”
“Revenge,” I answered, making the word answer both questions.
“For what?”
I smirked at him, still trying to look nasty. “Paul Brown and Alex Elliott; sound familiar?”
Fire actually smiled at the mentioning of their names, and I could swear he even relaxed! “Aahh, Paul and Alex! They were great.”
I sneered at him, grossed out. “Yea, well, their fiancées weren’t too thrilled with your little antics, and that’s why I’m here, sissy-boy!”
“Mmm,” Fire smiled, taking a step towards me. “You want the same experience, Mister--?”
“Bronte. And back off, gay boy. I figure you used somekinda hypnotism on them, maybe a disk or pendant or something like that. Maybe even drugs, I don’t know, but be warned— I’m immune to hypnotism, buster. Break out any sparkly lights or something and it won’t do anything other than make me mad!”
“I see,” Fire said, keeping his distance.
What a waste, I thought to myself. The guy was good-looking enough to have any chick after him. Handsome enough to make husbands come after him, instead of girlfriends. Why he was wasting his time with gay-boys was beyond me.
“So you’re going to reverse the hypnosis, aren’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question, as I wanted him to know I was dead serious.
Fire removed his leather jacket and tossed it on a nearby chair, and revealed a well-built physique that was popping out of a sleeveless pink t-shirt. His jeans were tight-fitting and expensive, as were his cowboy boots, but I still wasn’t impressed when he sauntered over to his vanity and sat down, facing me.
“Mr.Bronte, I have to be on stage soon. I really don’t have time for this. Let’s discuss this like rational men. Without that gun.”
“’Men! I sneered derisively. “There’s only one real ‘man’ in here, bucko, and it’s me! A real man loves women and only women! You know what I’m saying? Not dancing like a gigolo on stage, playing with other guys sausages! Take me for instance— I got a girlfriend at home, same girl for three years, and I love her more than anything. You should try a broad once in a while, Fire. Get your head on straight. Literally.” Fire shrugged, indifferent. “And what’s with all the underwear in your drawer?”
Fire pursed his lips into a smile. “Conquests. Paul’s are in there, and so are Alex’s, and Dan’s and Sergei’s… They come in here straight and wearing them, and leave with a smile on their faces and nothing beneath their pants! So what are you, Mr.Bronte? Boxers or briefs?”
I refused to answer, as he removed his shirt exposing his chest (probably in a lame attempt to scare me with his muscles), then turned around, unscrewed the top of a bottle, and began to slather oil all over his arms and chest and face, as if I wasn’t even there. I watched, speechless, as he stood up and finished rubbing in the oils into his muscles, making him look like a body builder or wrestler about to compete.
“How do I look?” he asked, smiling suggestively.
“Gay,” I replied, but he didn’t take it like the insult I meant it as.
“You can see why Alex and Paul fell in love with me, can’t you?” Fire asked me. “All these lean muscles, my shining masculine chest, my inviting lips.”
“No, they didn’t fall in love with you,” I said trying to stay mad, but my bad mood was somehow beginning to fade. “You tricked them. Somehow.”
“Once they had a taste of me there was no turning back, Mr.Bronte. They loved every second of their time alone with me.”
“Yea. Sure they did.”
“Just like we could enjoy each other, Mr. Bronte.”
“What?” I gasped.
“Think about it— my arms around you, my mouth on yours, my tongue licking your—“
“Stop it!” I snapped softly, my aim beginning to fail, the gun gradually lowering away from Fire.
“Why should I? It’s what you want, Bronte. You know it’s what you want!. Feeling my hot male body against yours, my beautiful cock and yours rubbing against each other—“
“I—I said ss-stop it,” I gasped, as Fire slowly approached me, and gently removed the empty gun from my hand, and tossed it onto the drawer of the vanity on top of pile of underwear. The symbolism didn’t escape me.
I watched as he placed his hands on my chest and pressed my own pectoral muscles under my shirt. “Mmmm. Nice build.” I was about to tell him that I wanted him to back off, when his hands slowly slid up my chest and behind my head in an embrace.
“No,” I mumbled. “Stop…it. I…I can’t…I don’t want—“
Fire took advantage of my open mouth as I puckered my mouth to say the word ‘want’, and quickly covered my mouth with his lips. I had never felt a kiss more erotic, more wonderful than that of Fire’s, his lips the perfect fit for mine. He sighed another “Mmmmm” as he held our kiss, his head slowly turning back and forth as he pressed into me, locking me in so tight that I couldn’t fight it. My arms had simply remained motionless at my sides, until I forced them to rise up and push Fire away, except my hands moved with minds of their own, first raising up to his hips, then moving across his back, the oil he’d rubbed onto his muscles getting on my own hands.
He released my lips, but continued to hold me close to him, our mouths still barely two inches apart from each other. Maybe he waited for me to break free or issue another challenge, but I didn’t, and that just made him smile that same sexy smile at me again. Did I just say he was sexy??? Fire’s lips were on mine again, my senses overwhelmed my his powerful masculinity, his lips forcing my sex drive through the roof as mine pressed harder into his. He slowly released our kiss and spoke again, but brushed his sensuous lips across mine again and again as he spoke.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, having a ‘sissy boy’ kiss you, feeling his muscles press against your own?” His mouth layered my cheek with gentle kisses, until he locked onto my neck, giving me the beginning of my first hickie from a guy. My mind was getting an incredible rush from his expert licking and kissing and sucking, my breath coming in shorter and shorter waves as he held me close.
“Yea, about that…” I said, dreamily, “I’m sorry I called you…’sissy-boy’. You’re…you’re…incredible. Please...forgive me.” I said, trying to stop myself from saying something I never thought I’d ever hear myself say, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“You’re forgiven…lover,” he whispered to me, and latched onto my neck again.
I closed my eyes and continued to run my hands over Fire’s back as he continued to suck my neck like a pro, just beneath my ear, his hot breath turning me on like no woman had ever aroused me. I opened my eyes with surprise, and tried to catch my breath as I realized that I was fully erect in my pants, and it was because of another guy!
“God, you’re gorgeous,” I sighed, unable to hold back what my subconscious was thinking, my opinion of Fire growing more and more positive with every second, every caress.
“Let’s get a little more comfortable,” Fire whispered in my ear, directing me towards a loveseat beside his vanity. I could almost feel myself recover my senses as we parted, his lips finally off of me. I hesitated, slowly shaking my head, but he was so manly and desirable, that he had me on the loveseat a second later, my jacket and shirt off in seconds, and was pressed on top of me, embracing me with his strong arms, his oils making my head spin as we slid against each other’s chest, the stuff getting all over me, even though I didn’t care.
He began again to suck my neck again, pressing his muscled bicep in my face. I found myself kissing his bulging muscle, even though muscles had never, ever turned me on before. In fact, I always averted my eyes from other guys in gym showers, feeling a little grossed out by their naked male bodies near me. All of that discomfort had gone out the window, as Fire, the male stripper rubbed and writhed all over me, our crotches rubbing back and forth against each other, feeling our hard-ons, hidden under our pants. He adjusted his position higher, so that he lined up one of his smooth, muscular pectorals with my face. I gazed upon it with anticipation, having only ever had soft breasts in my face, until he pressed his chest into me, my lips kissing and sucking his hard nipple on the right side of his magnificent chest, and then the left one, the firm muscles beneath it making me drunk with desire and lust from the dramatic difference I was so used to.
Fire lowered himself and kissed me with those wonderful lips of his again, one hand holding my head in place from behind, while his free hand reached down and expertly undid my belt and pants, pulling my pants down with a little help from me as I actually lifted my bottom enough to help him pull them all the way to the floor. I kicked my shoes off and my pants until they were off and I was completely naked beneath the hot male stripper.
Fire began to kiss and lick my nipples the way I used to kiss and lick the nipples of a woman. His tongue darted in and out and around in circles, a look of pure joy on his face. I ran my hands up and down his back, as he undid his own jeans and shrugged them off, and then his boots. I couldn’t help but notice he hadn’t been wearing underwear beneath his jeans, then he began to lower himself, kissing my abdomen, lower and lower, until he gently grasped my hard-on.
“Watch me,” he commanded, and I found myself unable to look away.
Fire stroked me and licked the head of my dick, kissing it again and again, until he opened his mouth and swallowed five inches of my seven inch penis. I’d never experienced a rush like this, and was going out of my mind with his expert cock-sucking, his movements in tune with the beating dance music outside. His manly face bobbed up and down my cock, his cheeks filled with my sex, his strong hands on my cock and rubbing my abdomen, doing a far better job of blowing me than any chick had ever. And why not? We were both guys and we knew what we liked, all the secret places to touch, and stroke.
He made his way lower, licking my balls, and masturbating my dick in his hand, its firm, meaty grip more arousing than any woman’s thin fingers had ever grasped it, before returning to lick the head again, then the shaft, up and down, bringing forth quivering waves of pleasure from me. I watched him, the expert love-maker of men seduce my cock, it’s will and mine evaporating to this hunk of gorgeous male dancer, yearning for every firm stroke, every lick, every kiss we could receive from the aptly-named Fire.
Was he making me gay? Did this kind of encounter make me gay or could it just be an experiment? A one-time romp…? No! NO! my mind screamed. I love this! I love Fire, and what he’s doing to me! My mind went crazy with images of reciprocating, burying my face in Fire’s crotch, wrapping my lips around his gorgeous hard cock, bending over and offering my ass to him so he could…
I realized now that he really was trying to turn me gay, like those other guys, Paul and Alex, which gave me enough of my own free will to push him away, and try to get away, off of his gay loveseat. He was so strong, and his seduction had made me feel weak and submissive to his powers of persuasion. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back, but I struggled against him.
“No, I…can’t,” I slurred. “I…have to leave…I’m sorry…” I said, meaning every word of it, but Fire was able to stop me, holding me down so that I couldn’t get off my knees before him.
He stood before me, placed his hands gently on my shoulders, and began to sway his hips back and forth, his hard-on hanging out in all of its eight inch glory before me, as the dance music pumped behind the door to his movements. I remained kneeling before him, mesmerized by his swaying, watching his cock gently dangle side to side before me and then grasped by his own right hand. I watched, spellbound, as his hand began to stroke it up and down, up and down, layering it with more of that intoxicating oil he’d rubbed onto the rest of his muscular body.
“It’s time you tasted your first cock, Bronte, my cock,” he whispered seductively down at me. His stroking had made his glistening penis rise at a 90-degree angle before me, and I watched without resistance as he laid both hands on my shoulders again, my own arms down at my sides, as he pressed his cock into my mouth, which willingly opened wide to accept it. He slowly, seductively, pumped my face again and again, filling up my whole mouth with his beautiful hard meat, my tongue tasting his salty manliness and the warm body oil he’d rubbed onto his penis. My hands shook from sexual excitement, rising not to fight off this gorgeous hunk of a man, but to massage and squeeze his well-muscled thighs and buttocks. I did my best to keep my breathing regular, although it was almost impossible as I moaned with intense pleasure, Fire’s cock my only focus, my only goal to…worship it?
Yes, I thought to myself. I want to worship his cock, to stare at it lovingly and give it as much pleasure as I can offer. His powerful masculinity was superior to mine, and he was to be obeyed and loved, worshipped as the man-god that he was. I couldn’t believe I was thinking these things, but they were coming so naturally for me now. I knew of the ‘Alpha Dog’ theory, where only one man could be superior to the rest, and accepted with complete resignation that Fire was the Alpha Dog here, and I was rightfully his to command.
Fire continued to thrust and drive into my face, his meat moving back and forth with hypnotic perfection, like a screwing machine, his oiled abs moving back and forth towards me, his pubic hair tickling my chin as he relentlessly made me suck him. I couldn’t believe I’d denied myself such hot pleasure all these years, that I had to be nearly 30 years old before I sucked a guy. What was I thinking, depriving myself of such joy all this time, wasting my time with women?! I could barely recall that I had a woman at home until he erased it when he told me,
“You’re doing very well, Bronte, you’re a natural at sucking cock,” Fire encouraged me, bringing out a moan of thanks by me for his compliment. Then he added, “Now you know how I was able to turn Paul, and Alex, and all the others, just as I’m converting you. My body oils contain a special mixture of my pheromones and a hypnotic drug that men find irresistible. In short order they find themselves my willing cock slaves, on their knees craving my beautiful cock, any cock, their sexual orientation altered to be gay. You understand now, don’t you, Bronte?”
He backed off enough to allow me to reply breathlessly, “Oh, God, yeah. I see now, Fire. You’re so hot, what kind of fool would ever resist you?” I didn’t wait for an answer—I took his cock in my right hand, my own in my left, and began to stroke both of them, my mouth once again on his seductive hard cock, desperate to taste his juices.
Fire moaned from pleasure and ran his fingers through my hair, thrusting his hips back and forth in my face so that I swallowed more and more of his delicious cock. I even learned how to stop my gag reflex so I could properly service my master, as he pumped faster and faster, finally coming over 15 minutes later, waves and waves of cum filling my mouth and throat. It was the longest, most enjoyable 15 minutes of my life that seemed to stretch on into hours.
I tasted and swallowed every drop of his lovely semen, determined to take in every drop he had to offer, to show him I was worthy of another hot encounter. He slowed his pumping until he was finished orgasming into me, and removed his dick from my mouth. Damned if it didn’t stay nearly erect even after that explosive orgasm of his. He gently traced its head across my lips back and forth, my head swimming from its beauty, my tongue desiring more of its manly essence.
“You’re under my spell now, Bronte. Your will is mine and so is your body.”
“I’m yours, Fire,” I sighed back at him, looking up at him, and added, “I…I…love you!” I said, still amazed that I could feel this way about another man. “I’m your slave. Command me. I’ll do anything you want of me— just allow me to service your gorgeous cock again!”
Fire had to admit that he’d always been attracted to bad-boy types like myself, and his own sexual pleasure had been dutifully answered by my willing, enthusiastic mouth.
“I have some chores I want you to perform after you leave here, but first… I think it’s time I stopped being single for awhile, and had a boyfriend again. You’re going to be my boyfriend, Bronte! That way you’ll be mine every night, and not just another conquest. Your old straight life will be forgotten as I immerse you into my gay lifestyle.
But for now, what kind of host would I be if I didn’t finish our fun properly, and taste that lovely cock of yours, too?”
Fire laid me down on the rug, turned around in the opposite direction, and slid his still-erect penis back into my mouth, as he enveloped mine with his mouth. My hands grasped his firm buttocks as he pumped my face again from above, our bodies locked into a sweaty sixty-nine, further imprinting his gay will onto me, enforcing his gay power over me.
I remembered why I came here, but didn’t care anymore. I could never have dreamed that Fire would have put me under his spell, and made me perform a sixty-nine with him, with me on the bottom, unable to move away, to resist his pumping manhood…to be turned into his gay boyfriend.
I wasn’t able to last more than a few minutes, cumming into Fire’s mouth, and shortly thereafter he into mine, again.
We lay there, sweating and breathing heavily in each other’s arms, until eventually we got dressed and he told me what I had to do…
I pounded on the apartment door and a distraught woman answered. It was Carrie, Alex’s ex-bride-to-be. She looked at me with expectation, but I dashed her hopes.
“Get a life,” I told her, giving back her money for my services. “Forget about Alex and Paul, because they’re happy together. And leave Fire alone. He’s not the problem.”
She watched me leave, too stunned to believe her ears.
My girlfriend was next, and I simply broke up with her over the phone. I told her that I met and fallen in love with someone else, a smile on my face as she shrieked, “Who is she?! Where did you meet this other woman?!”, even as I simply hung up on her.
I entered my next destination, a lavish penthouse apartment in the most expensive condominium in town. I could smell the intoxicating aroma of Fire’s body oils and let them lead me into his spacious bedroom. I found him lying back on his huge king-sized bed, waiting for me, propped up on one arm, a seductive smile on his wonderful lips. His body shone from head to toe with the oil he’d applied to it, making my head swim as I remembered my experiences with it. The only part of him that was covered up somewhat was his pelvis, where the edge of his silk sheet lay draped over.
I smiled longingly at him, removing my jacket, and standing before him, awaiting a command. He smiled seductively at me, and removed the sheet so I could gaze upon that magnificent cock of his again, nearly erect as it lay across his abdomen, pointing at me as if beckoning me to suck it again.
“Tonight, darling, you’re going to forget ever being straight, ever feeling any kind of attraction towards women. You’ll now only feel an attraction towards men and fantasize only about penis’s and muscles. You’ll feel an irresistible urge to obey my every command and desire. Tonight, my cock is yours, and your ass is mine. I’m going to drain ever drop of your cum from you, and then you’ll be mine forever. My lover, my willing worshipper, forever.”
I tore off my clothes, Fire smiling with pride when he saw that I wasn’t wearing underwear, my briefs his latest trophy in his vanity. I climbed into bed with Fire, my eyes entranced by his alluring smile, our arms and legs embracing one another, our raging hard-ons pressed against each other’s. I dove right in, taking the initiative and gave him a long, sensuous French kiss, our tongues rolling around each others. He twisted around so that he was on top of me again, placing his hands gently on either side of my head, entwining within my hair, our lips joining together again in a master and slave kiss that would lead me right where I wanted to be.
Into my new life as Fire’s cock-slave.