For his entire life he had thought of himself as a straight man. He was wrong. What he needed was a real man to take control and show him what he really was. Alone in the barn, I pulled off my Wranglers, exposing my hard cock to him. He had grown up playing football, and as a jock, he had seen lots of guys naked in the locker room, but none of them had erections because of him and pointed directly at him. He could not take his eyes off my hard meat. I stepped closer and he could feel the heat of my cock as it brushed against his treasure trail. He quivered and gasped as I reached out and started tugging and twisting his nipples. As a “straight man” no one had ever shown him the pleasure he could get from his tits. As his eyes rolled back, I knew he was mine. I could not wait to see how much he enjoyed bending over and being turned out.  It would hurt, after all my cock is thick, but he was born to take dick.  This masculine, hairy, “straight man” was going to be cunted and turned into a cock hungry bitch.

I was willing to bet that by the end of the month, he would be in this barn, bent over a hay bale, while the ranch hands lined up to feed him raw cock in both of his holes.