Forced Bi Training

I received an email from a prospective forced bi caller today and I have to say that I am very excited to know that he is pretty much primed and ready to go without much real forcing at all.  Forcing a guy to admit he wants a cock, forcing him to suck one comes with a certain satisfaction without a doubt, however I just can’t help wearing a little grin every time I have a submissive boy tell me he wants a cock in his mouth. It starts to remind of this guy Brandon who I know and how people always used to question his sexuality behind his back. One day I decided that I would find out for myself. Something freaky was about to go down and you can believe that I was going to be the catalyst of that happening for sure.

I called Brandon up one day and asked him if he wanted to come to my house and hang out for a while after work. We both were about twenty-one at the time and I was working full time as well as doing phone sex at nights and well I wanted to test out a theory. I had  at that time had a few years under my belt with working on the phone and exploring all kinds of cock sucking and forced bi fantasies that I wanted to see if I could put it into practice in my real life. Basically I wanted to see if everything that every one had been saying about him was true. I didn’t tell him what my intentions were up front, but I did lay the flirting and innuendo on pretty thick and that seemed to get him really interested in getting his ass over to my place.

When he got here I invited him in and made him comfortable while I asked him if he wanted a drink. I had made sure to run out to the store and pick up something for us to drink to take the edge off and make him more pliable for me. I figure when someone has some booze in them, they are much more willing to agree to things that they normally would protest to doing when they were not. So after a few drinks he was starting to feel good and that was when I started to really lay the flirting on real thick. He was growing more and more anxious and turned on by the things I was doing. I was up in front of him in the living room and had the music going, I was dancing and teasing and flirting real good getting Brandon open and horny for me.  I knew that he had been attracted to me for a few years since he first met me so now he thought that he was finally going to get his chance. Aww, how fucked up is that? It wasn’t as fucked up as what was about to happen next.

So I told him that I really wanted to fuck him and that took him by total surprise he nearly fell out of his chair. He of course was agreeable and ready to go before I could even say another world and had started to undo his pants and had the zipper undone before I could even blink. By this time I’m grinning from ear to ear. I told him I had to go get “something” for us and that I would be right back, I just needed to run to my room. So run I did and looked through my closet for the big strap-on cock that I had bought the summer before and knew that it was about time that my opportunity to use it on a willing participant was about to be underway.

I walked out into the living room with it on over my pants and he couldn’t figure out what was going on and started to get all antsy. I told him, “Brandon, I said I wanted to fuck you, I just didn’t say specifically how”. He was protesting and saying that he had no idea that I was into this kind of thing but that he didn’t think he could have a strap on near his ass. That was my opportunity and I lunged at it. I said “So why not just put your lips around just the tip, for me?” After a few minutes of saying no, and a couple of more protests before long I had him on his knees before me with that big thing in his mouth and him looking up at me. Man, he was such a good cock slut that night and that just really let me know that if given the right circumstance he would do it again. Suspicions, confirmed!