..” Jake began before trailing off.“What is it?”“...could we maybe continue this training so I can figure out if I’m straight or not?”“I...think that’s a good idea.” The coach said. “I see a lot of potential in your homosexuality. I’m confident we can get you the rest of the way there. But I’d need you to make me some promises.”“Like what, coach?”“For starters...no more straight porn. No more looking at those icky vaginas, ok?” Coach Turner stated bluntly. “Anytime you’re horny and need to fondle. Or maybe I should just introduce them and put that list to the test."I turn and walk away before he can respond and head upstairs to change out of my clothes and remove the anal plug. I quickly make my way to the bathroom and lock the door. I strip and turn away from the mirror, looking over my shoulder at the flat end of the black rubber butt plug. I also notice how red my ass is still. I can almost make out a hand print. Shit I can't let him do that again. Brian could see them and how would I. .Uhhhh...I don't know what you mean." I tried desperately to keep my composure and remain coy, but his words cut into me like a dagger.Before I even had time to think about the ramifications of what he had just said he was speaking again. "I'm gonna get right to the point. You have something I want. I have information about you that you wouldn't want your family, friends, and clients to find out. What I propose is simple. You give me what I want and I don't e-mail all of those people the. He went mad and paranoid, stole close to $3 million in coke from the gang, and started a vendetta. Darnel was convinced was a “Magnum Force”-type opposition group within law enforcement was targeted on him with exotic surveillance equipment and satellites. Why else would the first overt act of his new regime, after over a year of planning, go wrong so very quickly after last Friday? With an undercover cop involved? When he heard what had NOT happened Friday night he flew into a rage and struck.