The bar seemed like a good place to hang out. Ulysses was on the lookout for a new victim. He was seeking to exorcise some desires that had awakened in him in the past weeks. He still remembered the taste of that cock and the sensation of having it inside his tight and virginal ass. And he liked it, more than he could admit. He denied it, wanting to prove to himself how much he enjoyed fucking both girls and boys equally, but always in the role of the penetrator.

Preston had been very cunning. In desperate need of money, he had first convinced him to blow him, and then to give up his ass. The truth was that the Irishman couldn't get the Italian out of his head now. He wanted him as a personal project, one that was fun simply because he wanted to prove a point through him. He was going to turn him into a whore, and he would do it for the pleasure of destroying that active, macho, and sexist boy, and turning him into a complete faggot.

So, he observed him from afar, while trying unsuccessfully to pick up someone at the bar. His attitude was so irreverent that it was often repulsive. This played in Preston's favor. Unless someone wanted to fuck him for his attractiveness, it was unlikely that he would go home with anyone that night.

He let the hours pass and also the drinks, and when he saw him too drunk to stand up properly, he approached him with the invitation of a new beer.

He patted his shoulder and noticed the other's fearful look. "But how are you, mate?" he spoke with total naturalness, Ulysses naively believing that he was going to treat him as an equal. An absolute mistake, that was just a false attitude with which to justify his approach and lower defenses.

He invited him a beer and drank his own, letting him get drunk when he was just a bit tipsy. An advantage to exploit if he was going to take care of destroying the other.

He placed a hand on his thigh without much care when he had finished his beer and squeezed as if it were his property. Ulysses felt slightly uncomfortable, although it is true that the strong touch of the other also felt good. Especially when he was quite drunk. "Why don't I give you a ride like the other night?" he suggested suddenly, making his intentions clear. "Are you sure it's not a problem?" the younger one tried to divert attention, to which Preston simply shook his head, carefree. What he wanted was to have him in his truck. There would be no problem with that.

Slightly fearful and slightly excited, Ulysses agreed and after letting him take care of their drinks, he accompanied him to the truck once again. Once they got in, he made sure to lock the doors and start the vehicle. "Let's drop the appearances, faggot. Let's go to my house and you'll let me have you again. This time I'll only pay you if you do your job well," he said abruptly, changing the playful tone inside and quickly going to squeeze the other's crotch to unsettle him.

Ulyss...