Straight to Gay First Time MM BDSM Erotica Series by D.S. Dawson

I saw a strange ad for a self-help course. It promised to transform me. It promised to teach me the truth about college jocks.“Men are visual creatures. If you physically show your affection, it will trigger an innate desire to protect and control.”My mouth hangs open as I watch the video. I can’t believe what I’m hearing.I was just looking for tips on how to make friends, but this is something else entirely... moreI saw a strange ad for a self-help course. It promised to transform me. It promised to teach me the truth about college jocks.“Men are visual creatures. If you physically show your affection, it will trigger an innate desire to protect and control.”My mouth hangs open as I watch the video. I can’t believe what I’m hearing.I was just looking for tips on how to make friends, but this is something else entirely. Could it work though? Could this be the key to fitting in on the soccer team?I’ve gotta try it. I’ll kneel in the locker room. I’ll do their laundry. I’ll bake them treats.I’ll take off my clothes and offer them my inexperienced body. less

Deep in the manor house, I found a dark, forgotten tome. It taught me the dirty truth about masculinity.“Prove your worth. Prove your loyalty.”I was supposed to be the tech mogul’s live-in chef, but my job responsibilities are expanding. There’s something strange going on here…we’re both transforming.I’ve started wearing his ex-wife’s clothes. He says I’m pretty. He can’t keep his eyes off my supple, masculine body.We’re dragging each other down, spiraling into the depths of depravity... moreDeep in the manor house, I found a dark, forgotten tome. It taught me the dirty truth about masculinity.“Prove your worth. Prove your loyalty.”I was supposed to be the tech mogul’s live-in chef, but my job responsibilities are expanding. There’s something strange going on here…we’re both transforming.I’ve started wearing his ex-wife’s clothes. He says I’m pretty. He can’t keep his eyes off my supple, masculine body.We’re dragging each other down, spiraling into the depths of depravity.I can’t fight this…I need to accept my place at this incredible man’s feet. less

“You’re feeling it. You’re feeling the natural pull of masculine power. This is what I study. This is the focus of my research.”The young, eccentric lord has traveled the world. He wants me to help with his research…But this is getting strange. His manor house is staffed with a dozen young men who look suspiciously like me. There’s a locked room in a tower that I’m forbidden from entering.The more time I spend with him, the weaker I become... more“You’re feeling it. You’re feeling the natural pull of masculine power. This is what I study. This is the focus of my research.”The young, eccentric lord has traveled the world. He wants me to help with his research…But this is getting strange. His manor house is staffed with a dozen young men who look suspiciously like me. There’s a locked room in a tower that I’m forbidden from entering.The more time I spend with him, the weaker I become. He makes me watch while he performs foul, perverse acts with the other men. Whenever I see his naked body, my eyes glaze over.I need to obey him. I need to obey my master.I’m his research assistant.I’m his eternal servant. less

“You aren’t meant to work out and get girls…what you really need is the protection of a man.”My best friend wants to “train” me.He’s creating a self-help course. He’ll teach guys how to become the perfect companions…for other men.My frat bro told him we’re not into that, but then he just started flexing his muscles for us. It was so strange…our faces turned red, and we couldn’t stop staring at his firm, tan biceps. We started touching them…He says guys like us are naturally drawn to strength... more“You aren’t meant to work out and get girls…what you really need is the protection of a man.”My best friend wants to “train” me.He’s creating a self-help course. He’ll teach guys how to become the perfect companions…for other men.My frat bro told him we’re not into that, but then he just started flexing his muscles for us. It was so strange…our faces turned red, and we couldn’t stop staring at his firm, tan biceps. We started touching them…He says guys like us are naturally drawn to strength. He says we’ll never be happy unless we let a stronger man into our lives.Maybe he’s right…maybe we need him. less

What’s happening to me?! He’s tearing my mind apart. I’m crumbling beneath his masculine authority.I’ve always been a leader—people are drawn to me. There’s something sweet about looking down and seeing other guys kneeling at my feet. It’s intoxicating.I’d never do that though. I’d never surrender myself to another man.Or at least, that’s what I thought.I went to the mechanic, and it was like a switch flipped in my brain. I sank to the hard floor. I looked up at his ripped, sweaty body... moreWhat’s happening to me?! He’s tearing my mind apart. I’m crumbling beneath his masculine authority.I’ve always been a leader—people are drawn to me. There’s something sweet about looking down and seeing other guys kneeling at my feet. It’s intoxicating.I’d never do that though. I’d never surrender myself to another man.Or at least, that’s what I thought.I went to the mechanic, and it was like a switch flipped in my brain. I sank to the hard floor. I looked up at his ripped, sweaty body. He wants me to do something foul and dirty.If masculinity is a hierarchy, then he’s at the top of the pyramid. I’m beneath him…He’s the leader now. less