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Thursday, 17 May 2012

Not Gay by Walter Ego



Not Gay
by Walter Ego (gwbridge@hotmail.com)

***

A gay man rapes a straight man, using drugs and 
suggestion domination. (MM, reluc, drugs, mc, 1st-gay-
expr)

***

"I'm not gay," George said, taking a sip of his beer. 

Jason smiled. "That's OK. I am." 

This wasn't exactly news. Jason had made no secret of 
his orientation around the office. But he was a 
charming guy and he and George had hit it off well, 
commiserating when the Jets lost again, discussion the 
finer points of wine and the blues. So when Jason had 
asked George out for a drink, he went along. 

He hadn't expected it to be a bar filled with men. 
George tried not to stare as the two in leather gave 
each other a long passionate kiss. "Not that there's 
anything wrong with that. I'm just not comfortable 
here." 

"Oh, don't worry about it. No one's going to pick you 
up." 

"I mean, I thought you knew this." 

"It's all right." Jason put a hand gently on his. 
"Don't worry about anyone else. Besides," he said with 
a playful glint in his eye, "you can't tell me you 
NEVER thought about doing it with a man." 

"No." 

"Liar." 

George felt sheepish. "Well, maybe once or twice I've 
wondered what it would be like if a man sucked me off. 
But I'm not interested in doing it." 

"How will you know you don't like it if you don't try?" 

"That's stupid reasoning." George finished off his 
drink. "There are plenty of things I know I don't like 
without trying." 

Jason nodded. "OK. It's not like I need to recruit 
anyone. I just like your company -- as a friend. That's 
all." He got up. "Let me get you another drink. On me." 

George waited nervously for Jason to return. No one 
else seemed interested in him, but he felt almost as 
though he were on display. 

Jason returned with two glasses just when George was 
beginning to wonder. "Try this." 

George was glad to take the beer. He drank it down 
quickly, wanting to get out of there as soon as 
possible. 

Jason was in no hurry. He sipped slowly, talking about 
work, the weather, all sorts of innocuous subjects. 
George help up his end of the conversation, trying to 
pretend they were in a normal place. 

Gradually, he began to relax. His head felt curiously 
lightheaded and his hands clumsy. There was a strange 
buzzing in his ears that made it hard for him to think. 

"Are you all right?" Jason asked. 

"Feel funny," George mumbled. His voice sounded so far 
away. 

"You look pretty good. Quite happy. Don't you feel 
happy, George?" 

Happy? He wasn't sure. But it was getting very hard to 
think with that buzzing... 

"You feel happy and good, George. Trust me. You know 
I'm right. You know I'm always right." 

George tried to think, but his mind felt fuzzy. Must be 
the drink, he thought. Jason was right, he >was< 
feeling happy and good. 

"You don't mind being here at all," Jason said. 

"I don't?" George mumbled. 

"You know I'm right."

Jason was right. Jason was always right. 

"No. Don't mind at all." 

"Good," Jason said. "Very good." 

George was strangely pleased. 

"I drugged your drink, you know. But you don't mind 
that either, right?" 

"Drugged?" There was something mildly disturbing about 
that, but Jason was, as usual, right. "No, I guess 
not..." he mumbled. 

Jason patted George's hand. "That's very good George. 
Now I want you to come with me." 

"Sure," said George. Whatever Jason wanted. 

They got up and left the bar. George felt slightly 
dazed, the buzzing still making it impossible to think. 
But he didn't mind. He could listen to Jason. Jason was 
his friend. 

They got into Jason's car. Jason turned to him. "Now, 
George, I'm going to kiss you. You'll like it. More 
than any other kiss you've ever had." 

Kiss a man? There was something... But the thought got 
lost in the pleasant buzz. "OK." 

Jason kissed him. George was delighted at how wonderful 
it felt. Their two tongues touched, and he found his 
cock hardening. 

Jason broke the kiss, disappointing George. "Very good, 
George. Now, from now on, you will obey my orders. You 
will do whatever I ask and won't want to do otherwise. 
Is that clear?" 

Whatever he asked? Jason was gay. That might mean... 
what might it mean? Too hard to think. Too hard to 
worry. Do what Jason says. "Yes," George murmured. 

"Call me "sir" George. It's a mark of respect. 
Especially to someone you want to obey." 

It seemed such a reasonable request. "Yes sir," he 
responded. 

"Will you obey me?" 

"Yes, okay.... Sir." 

"Good boy." Jason started up the car. "Now, boy, go to 
sleep. Go to sleep and dream. Dream you are serving me. 
Dream that I turn you on. Dream that you find following 
my commands completely natural and right. Dream that 
you will do anything I ask, without question. Do you 
understand?" 

George nodded. "Have to dream..." he mumbled. 

"You will awake when I tell you to." 

"Yes, sir," said George as his eyelids fell shut. 

"Wake up, boy," someone said. 

George's eye's flipped open. He yawned and stretched a 
bit, feeling very refreshed. He looked over to see 
Jason and smiled. "Hello, sir." He shook his head. 
"I've been having a very strange dream," he added. 

"Tell me about it, boy." 

"You were my master. I did whatever you asked of me, 
sir." 

Jason shook his head. "That was no dream," he said. 

"It wasn't?" 

"That was your memory. You remember now, don't you?" 

"I remember?" It was hard to think. George felt so 
fuzzy. "I remember, sir." 

"What do you remember?" 

"I-I remember... I remember you commanding me." 

"And what else?" 

George was confused. "What else?" 

Jason leaned near him. "Don't you remember me fucking 
you?" 

"I-I..." Did he remember? 

"My hard cock inside you? You must remember that, boy. 
It was the most intense erotic feeling you've ever had. 
You loved the feeling intensely. Intensely. Remember?" 

George tried to think, to recall. It sounded strange to 
him, but the buzzing made it difficult for him to 
figure out why. But he trusted Jason. 

"I-I remember," George whispered. 

Jason patted George gently on the head. "Good boy," he 
said. "Good boy." 

George beamed. The words make him feel special and 
loved. "Thank you, sir," he whispered. "I want to 
please you in any way I can, sir." 

"You will, my boy. You will. Now, the drug will be 
wearing off in a few hours, but it won't matter. Your 
mind will be permanently altered. But it's all for the 
best, isn't it, boy?" 

George nodded. "I love you, sir," he whispered. And he 
knew he always would. 

They got out of the car. Just in front of Jason's 
doorway, he paused. "Tell me, boy. Are you gay?" 

George shook his head. "No, sir. I'm not." 

"What are you?" 

George smiled, looking forward to his new life. "I am 
your slave, sir," he answered. 

END

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