Last night I had a revelation.
Initially I thought gay men turned me on. And of course this isn’t unusual. Most women become aroused by gay porn. Possibly because it appears as if the men involved are actually enjoying themselves. Nothing seems scripted, rehearsed, or over the top ridiculous. I myself have trouble watching conventional porn knowing how much effort goes into getting the right shot, how unrealistic everything looks and sounds, and how uncomfortable most of those damned positions are. But that’s beside my point.
I realized that for me to become aroused it has little to do with the actual man on man interaction and everything to do with being the only driving force behind one straight man’s desire to act in a gay manor for my pleasure.
And here’s an example I can pull from my teenage years. I was too young and naive to realized exactly what I was doing at the time and what it would lead up to but looking back upon this gave me an “ah ha!” moment as to why I am so great at what I do now.
I was about 15 year and hanging out with two of my guy friends. One of whom I knew had a major crush on me. Crush guy and friend wanted beer but had no money. I had the money but wanted something more out of my investment than just sharing a few beers. I knew then as I know now that the money only played a small part in what happened next.
I wanted to see them work for that money. A kiss. Just a small peck on the lips and I would give them enough for a 12 pack. They refused, assuming I’d eventually cave and spot them the cash. I refused knowing they would eventually give in, that all it would take was another push and a few teasing words. I knew crush guy had it bad enough for me that I’d get my way. I understood the power I held over him. He would convince his friend that it was a good idea, that they needed the beer money bad enough to perform an act they would never consider otherwise. And I ultimately knew it wasn’t about the money. The whole mind fuck I contrived seemed like an innocent enough way for them to earn the money but from that day forth I knew this kid would be putty in my hands.
They kissed, I won, we all shared beer. I shit you not.
So you now understand why I enjoy “Forced Bi” humiliation so much. All of this occured to me sooner but last night’s little phone session with Mikey motivated me to share it with the world much as I am sharing his kink with the world. Enjoy: