The Weekend of Surrender
Read the storyIn College, my three friends (Alan, Jay and Rick) and I, all 20 years old, spent most of our time chasing girls. Mostly unsuccessfully. In my case, completely so. Many was the night that we lamented back at the dorm. One day we all get to talking theoretically about blowjobs. I admit that under certain circumstances I could imagine giving one, thinking it was a sensible, normal, and reasoned way of thinking. That turns out to be a mistake, as my friends start teasing me about it. When we all go away for the weekend the teasing becomes real, and suddenly I find myself on my knees serving their cocks. It happened after they brought up the conversation again and saw me glancing at their bulges. They said they have to know if I'm a queer so they can treat me like one. "How do you treat a queer?" Jay asked. "For one, he'd be our slave. He'd have to suck our cocks whenever we wanted." "And wear only a jockstrap," Alan said. "Wear a dag collar," Rick said. "Eat from a dag bowl," Alan continued. "Sleep on the floor." I laughed at the idea of being such a queer, I could never be turned on by that. My friends seem very convinced and decided for a test. They put me on my knees and took out their cocks, made me look up as they got them hard and looked for signs that I want them. They tried convincing me to accept I'm a faggot. "Just think," Rick said, "once you admit to us that you're a true queer, you can have all the cum you want." "Maybe we could brand you," Alan suggested. "And fuck you up the ass," Jay said I was confident to pass this test, but as I'm on my knees looking up at three hard cocks, it stirs weird instincts in me. There's nothing special about their dicks, average size, shape, pubes etc. It's just the fact that I'm faced with hard male cocks for the first time, (of my best friends), that's unlocked a new part of my brain. The dicks look strangely beautiful and powerful, I can even smell them. I can't look away, I'm drawn to them. "It's all right dude," Alan said, "just surrender to your feelings. As soon as you tell us you're a queer we can start treating you like one." "Look," Rick said, "Here's a dag collar. As soon as you admit to us what you really are, you can wear it." "You'll also get to suck our cocks," Jay said. "We'll keep a dildo up your ass all the time." "We'll keep you naked and leashed," Rick said. "I'll piss up your ass and in your mouth," Alan said. "You can wear only a jockstrap around the dorm," Jay said. And so I gave in.