I realized that it's been a long time since I noticed a woman, but I do find myself admiring many guys. Till that day I didn't considered for a moment...that I could be gay, but with all those thoughs in my head I was feeling happier...my wife is at home fucking some guy and I'm in the park noticing all the good looking guys around... yes, I might be gay...It was getting dark so I headed home. As usual, my wife was expecting me with a big smile on her face. I told her not to panic because I'm OK. I slid the red one on first and rubbed my hard bulge to the point that it was straining the fabric. The video was a group scene in a locker rooms and the scene reminded me of my gym! Suddenly, there was a knock at the door! I dropped the lube and pulled on my slacks and opened the door just a tad. The friendly face that greeted me was my neighbor, Marcos, a sexy dark Greek man with a body like a fireplug. He said that I had dropped something in the hall and held up my tie! Thanks I said. Let’s get you settled into your apartment first and then we’ll talk a little about the school year.’ ‘Sounds fine, Mr. Kumak.’ ‘No mister, just Kumak. How much do you have in the back?’ ‘Quite a bit, I’m afraid. I wasn’t sure how easy or hard it would be to buy anything that I didn’t bring with me. There’s three suitcases and two trunks.’ ‘That’s fine. Let me get the sled a while you start unloading your things. I’ll get you a parka as well. That coat will not do when colder weather comes.’. If that was what it was, it seemed to be working, whether I wanted it to work or not. It was insidious; even though he told me what was happening, I was incapable of doing anything about it. Maybe that was why the word “Master” was forming in my mind so easily. The collar put the thought be a good little whore for Master into my brain, and the bonding made my subconscious accept it.What if I tried to fight it?As an experiment, I tried to tell myself that I was forced to whore myself to the.