Tonight’s the night.  After weeks of hypnotizing my homophobic roommate, Pete, he was ready.  The hypnotic suggestions had been subtle:  he would be more comfortable around the apartment shirtless, free balling was better than underwear, body hair should be shaved. 

Tonight I had drugged his shots and very soon he would have no power to resist and his memory would be hazy tomorrow. 

I invited several members of the wrestling team over for a weekend of fun.  They were all gay, well hung and tops.  Pete was going to be turned out.  His tight ass was going to be stretched out and filled with cum.  He was going to be cured of his homophobia.  He might not remember what occurs this weekend, due to the drugs, but from this point forward his ass will always feel empty.  And memory or not, once a bitch always a bitch.

Now I am going to pop his cherry.  I want him to be properly lubed with jizz, when the guys arrive.