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I'm Not Gay (MM, mc)
by Walter Ego
Disclaimer: The usual. This is a work of adult fiction and bears no
relation to reality. If you think this is disgusting, you should see
some of the other stuff around here.
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Copyright 1998 by Walter Ego. Permission granted to archive if and
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Not Gay (m/m mc)
by Walter Ego
"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. Not at all."
"Drugged?" There was something mildly disturbing about that, but
Jason was, as usual, right. "No," 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."
"Will you obey me?"
"Yes, 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 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 . . . " 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 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.