Alan hate gays. He considers them useless and beneath him. ..

Alan hate gays. He considers them useless and beneath him. Their own reason for existence is to serve men like himself, alpha males. He would frequent gay bars and apps to find older gay men to con and use. Alan would walk into a gay bar in a tight tank top, showing off his tan, smooth muscles and tats, and flirt with easy prey. He promise them sex in exchange for money and other things he want. Alan would lead the man along for a while. The more he promised and the more he delayed delivering actual sex, the more the man’s gave him. He had got one man to buy him a 70” television, another to pay for his tattoo, even another to buy him a car, and several thousand dollars from another man. He knew exactly what to say and how to say it. Those old men would swoon over his smooth muscles as he flexed them and used his charming smile and sexy eyes. After he get what he want, he would leave the pathetic old gay man or worst. Most of his victims were too embarrassed or scared to go to the police. One night Alan arrive at a gay dive bar in his white tank top, tight jeans, and boots, looking for a new prey. He had blown through the money he conned out of his last victim and needed a new cuckold to use. He was definitely turning heads, he smirked as he walked to the bar. There were plenty of pathetic prey for him, he thought as he took a seat. It didn’t take the bartender long to bring him a drink. “From the man at the end of the bar,” the tall, shirtless Latino bartender said as he set down a glass. Alan turned toward the older man sitting by himself at the end of the bar. The man look desperate, Alan thought as smiled and raised his glass toward the gay man. He stood up and took the glass over to where the man was sitting. “Thanks for the drink,” Alan put on the charm and his southern accent. “Seat taken?” “No, have a seat,” the man answered as he looked Alan over, obviously liking what he saw. This is going to be easy, Alan thought as he sat down. The fag was practically drooling over his crotch, Alan smirked as he took a slip of his drink. “I’m Craig,” Alan lied about his name as he held out his hand. “My pleasure Craig, I’m Robert. I haven’t seen you here before,” Robert placed his left hand on Alan’s thigh. Alan pulled his leg away, “I just moved to town. I broke up with my boyfriend and need new scenery.” Alan then slipped his drink. Definitely top shelf Alan mused as he tasted the whiskey. “I’m sorry to hear that,” Robert replied as he watched Alan vienly forearm as he slipped the drink. “That ok, my ex is older than me and I kind of fell hard. You know daddy issues” Alan lied again. “Oh, you like older men,” Robert smiled, encouraged by the charming younger stud. “Yeah, older men are a lot better, more mature and experienced,” Alan knew he had Robert hooked. Robert reached out and touched Alan’s arm. Alan had to hide his disgust. He then noticed the expensive Rolex on Robert’s wrist. The watch must be worth a fortune Alan mused. “You have a great body. You must really workout a lot,” Robert moved his hand up the forearm toward Alan’s tattooed right biceps. “I try,” Alan smiled and flexed his arm. “That a beautiful tattoo,” Robert traced the tattoo with his fingers. “Yeah, an ex paid for it, on our last anniversary,” Alan gave a partial truth. A former mark did indeed pay for the detailed tattoo that ran from his large right bicep up his shoulder and down his right pec. Alan finished his drink and put the glass down. He then blinked a couple of times as he found his vision was growing burily. He started to feel sleepy and found it hard to think. “I’m sorry, I . . . Feel funny,” Alan pulled back from the bar. He looked down at the drink and back at Robert who was smiling at him. “Did you put something in my drink,” panic started to set in. “You fagth . . .” “Now, now Craig or should I say Alan,” Robert laughed Alan was about to open his mouth but his head slammed against the bar top as he passed out. His muscular arms and legs dangled useless at his side. Robert finished his own drink and then motioned for the bartender. “Berto, take sleeping beauty here to my office,” Robert stood up from the bar. The hunky bartender lifted Alan’s out cold body and threw it over his shoulders and carried him to the back offices. Alan awoke to find himself tied, bent over a bar stool, naked. He tried to scream for help but discovered that his mouth was pushed open by two hooks attached to a leather band secured on the back of his head. He pulled at his restraints only to find that the stool was bolted to the floor. His ankles and wrists were tied to the stool’s legs by the remains of his own clothes. The position he was secured, left his nice, plump ass lifted into the air as his head dangled from the stool. “Aw, you are a wake,” Robert came up behind Alan and gave his ass a hard slap. Alan tried to protest and scream but it came out as muffled and incomprehensible. “You don’t remember me do you? Are you really that dumb,” Robert gave Alan’s ass another slap. Alan tried to pull at his restraints but to no avail, and tried to plead through the gag. Robert traced his finger again over the tattooed arm and shoulder, “it still looks good on you. As good as the first day I paid for it.” Alan closed his eyes. He remembered Robert now, how could he be so stupid, Alan eyes watered. He knew Robert as Daniel. Daniel Roberts was one of his targets. He took the older man for everything he got. Alan made him pay for the tattoo and that night after the tattoo was finished and Daniel Roberts wanted to collect on his promised sex, Alan beat the crap out of him, leaving him for dead. “You know you still own me for it. You promised that I will get to fuck that sweet ass and mouth of yours,” Robert gave another hard slap on the smooth bubble ass. Tears ran down Alan’s face as he tried to plead. His eyes widened in horror as Robert walked in front of his face and grabbed his hair, lifting his head until it was level with his cock. Robert was huge. Alan had used the size of it as an excuse for not getting fucked. He told Daniel Roberts that he was too big to fuck him up the ass. Alan kicked at the stool harder to free himself, but Robert ignored him and pulled his head closer to his cock. Alan couldn’t close his mouth or bite down as the fat cock pushed into his mouth and pounded the back of his throat. Robert grabbed hold of Alan’s small, sexy ears and face fuck the tough muscle boy. Alan was unable to breathe as he gagged on the thick cock. Robert pulled out just enough for Alan to breath before thrusting back into the tight throat. Alan's mouth and throat was raw and his jaw hurt. Finally Robert pulled out of Alan’s throat and slapped his cock across his face, “that a good boy. But you did promise me that boy pussy of yours, and I’m collecting.” Robert moved around the helpless stud. When he stood behind Alan, he spread the plump, smooth ass cheeks and exposed Alan’s hole. Alan again tried to plead but it just came out as more muffled sounds. Robert’s cock was coated with Alan’s drool and saliva as he aimed it toward the bound stud’s virgin hole. He grabbed Alan’s muscular hips and with a grunt he pushed into Alan’s tight ass. Tears flowed heavier down his masculine face as he was penetrated for the first time. Robert pulled out and rammed back in, hard. Each time he thrusted in and out, Robert’s cock was pounding Alan’s prostate over and over. The pain faded as his tight hole was stretched and loosened. Alan was humiliated not only by let a fag fuck him but, under him, pressed against the stool, his cock was rock hard. His body was betraying him. His muffled cries faded into moans. Robert pressed his body against Alan’s wide muscular back and whispered into his ear, “you like it don’t you? You like being another man bitch. All along you have been denying who you are. Just a big dumb, slut whore.” Alan found himself nodding. Was he really gay just like the men he used and bashed? He felt Robert’s cock so deep inside him. He felt it’s thickness, its throbs inside him. Alan began to push his ass back toward Robert’s thrusts and began to flex his ass around the cock, like some slutty gay whore. “Show me what you really are, cum like a slut whore. A dumb slut boy,” Robert whispered as he licked and nibbled Alan’s left ear lube. Suddenly Alan couldn’t control himself. Without touching himself he started cumming under himself. He never came so hard in his life. As he came his ass muscles clamped down on Robert’s cock and began to milk it. “That’s it, boy,” Robert cried out as he followed. He came deep inside Alan. The straight alpha man that Alan pretended to be all those years were gone. Robert made him perform at his bar each night to repay him for the money he cheated from him. Alan's first night as a dancer at the bar was a reunion of sorts. Robert had tracked down and invited Alan’s previous victims. They cheered as Alan came out on stage naked, in only a cockcage. All of his body hair from the neck down was waxed off and a large buttplug was firmly wedged up his deflowered boypussy. He offered no resistance as each man groped and used him. They were taking great pleasure in taking their revenge on him. There was nothing left of the arrogant, homophobic stud that they once knew. He obediently sucked off each man and when his buttplug was removed he submissively bent over or laid back to let the men fuck him. Alan grew to enjoy his new life. He was fucked every night by the bar patrons and by his new master Robert. Within a month of being pimped out, Alan repaid every dollar he stole from Robert and several other men. He no longer think for himself and acceptable his new role as a dumb fuck toy for superior gay men.