I don’t have any classes with Kevin this semester – and since I hadn’t seen him for a while, I stopped by his house after my last class yesterday. He was home – but I was in for a quite a surprise. He still has his beard – but his hair is buzzed and he was wearing a dog collar. I asked, “You wanta get some beers?” And he said, “Yeah. Let’s go.”
So we went to a bar near campus – grabbed a pitcher of beer and went to a table in the back. I said, “Nice collar and buzz.” He didn’t say anything for a while – just sat there drinking. Finally, he said, “It’s like this. I’m still not gay – but I guess I’m Ethan’s bitch.”
“You guess?”
“Well. yeah. I’m his bitch. See – one night, I went over to his house and he got me naked – shoved a butt plug in my ass – tied me up in a chair – stuffed my boxers in my mouth – duct-taped my mouth shut and cut off my hair. Didn’t ask. Just did it. Then he put this dog collar on me and told me not to take it off unless he said I could. You’d think all that would of pissed me off – but, you know what? It didn’t. Just made my dick harder and harder. Then, he took off the tape – pulled my unders out of my mouth – and spent about an hour suckin’ my dick – like he’d done before. It was amazing – and I blew a HUGE load in his mouth. And we kept kissin’ and swapping’ my cum. After that, he told me, ‘Kevin, you’re my bitch, now.’ And I didn’t say anything so he said, ‘Kevin – what are you?’ – I finally mumbled “O.K. I’m your bitch.” And he said, “Kevin. Say it louder.” So I said, “Ethan, I’m your fuckin’ bitch.” Then he un-tied me and said, “Kevin, put on your clothes.” So I did. He handed me a bottle of Grey Goose he’d taken out of the freezer and told me to have a seat on the couch. I sat. With the plug still in my asshole. Ethan and I handed the bottle back and forth and, after a few shots, he said, “I want you to get tested for STD’s. And I said, “I don’t have any STD’s.” And he said, “Get tested – and bring me the results – and maybe I’ll fuck you.
Then, he said, “Leave now.” So I did.
Then, I went and had my blood pulled – and got the test results – all negative – and waited for him to call me. He finally did. And I’m going over to his house Friday night.
I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything.
“I can tell – you think I’m fucked-up,” he said.
I took a big drink of beer – thought about it for a while – and finally said, “Kevin. On November 15th, I got my dick sucked by a guy – at the park – for the first time – and I’d never thought I was gay – or anything – and since then, I’ve moved in with him – and gotten a prince albert – and a quiche piercing – and we’ve gone to FL for spring break – and got matching dragon tattoos – and I’ve had my balls shaved – and completely fallen in love – so why would I think you’re fucked-up?”
We sat there drinking beer for a while – and finally, Kevin grinned and said, “Ain’t it fuckin’ somethin’? And I said, “Yeah. It fuckin’ is.”