Once I'd finished beating on him (careful not to leave any telltale marks), he'd just look down his nose at me as if asking, "are you finished, becaus... that was stupid and boring," and saunter away as if he'd put me in my place. The ultimate irony is that he would end up turning me gay. I should note before I was turned and became a complete submissive faggot, I was the most respected and popular guy in school. I was the star linebacker of our team, had already been offered a dozen scholarships. ‘Are these YOURS?’ he asked accusingly as he held the flimsy remnants of my panties in front of my frightened face. ‘NO,’ I insisted indignantly. He stood there a moment observing my obvious guilt dangling my panties from his pudgy fingers. ‘Your going to have to prove that to me,’ he demanded. ‘But……I can’t…..,’ I protested. ‘Yes you can – just reach under your jeans and pull the waistband up above them,’ he said boldly as he watched closely for my reaction. ‘I, I can’t……’ I sobbed diverting. He went off and cleaned up. Yvonne finally emerged with her client. He was a balding, pot bellied elderly German, walking on wobbly legs and looking very satisfied. Yvonne seemed kind of jittery and nervous, and chatted with Dez way longer than she ever had. And her eyes were searching his face. And she kept working her jaw and rubbing it sub consciously. The following day, he used some of his tips to buy a small video camera. A couple of evenings later, he hid it inside Yvonne’s room, focusing. Bajaj mailed the draft. I spent the entire afternoon reading it. Towards evening, I got a phone call.It was Sheetal!“Hi, Reema… how are you doing?”“Great! Thanks…” I gushed out excitedly.“Are you free? Can I come over to your place? I would love to have a chat with my co-star.”Co-star! I got butterflies in my stomach. Sheetal wanted to come over! After a moment’s hesitation, I agreed. After all, she was my senior and I could learn a lot from her. I had zero knowledge about this B-grade.