Make -A- Homophobe [Chapter 2]

LINK TO CHAPTER 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/make-homophobe-1-23886062

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[CHAPTER 2]

You can’t imagine the hurt Alan was feeling watching his close friend of over a decade struggle to remember core details about their friendship…

“Ricky, just try and concentrate! Remember growing up? Remember all those good times we had chilling at the apartment…?” 

Alan looked in the eyes of the innocent-looking Ricky and couldn’t get angry. Alan decided that assurance was the best antidote he could offer in order to combat whatever kind of spray the man used. 

Footsteps clanked heavy on the cement floor as all of the prisoners came to attention, ready for a next round of torture and changes. By the time the man arrived in front of Alan and Ricky holding his spray bottle the two young men were huddled together on the floor. Despite his memory loss, Ricky did not like the tension and visibly appreciated having Alan by his side.

Alan felt certain rage after seeing the man again. “Let us go! You don’t have to keep doing this!”

At this, the man laughed and replied, “Do what? Looks like your pal is on his way to remembering the truth, isn’t that right?” The man looked square at Ricky, who then looked at Alan for social support…

Alan told Ricky, “It’s okay, just don’t listen to anything he says. You are Ricky, you are my friend, and ignore what he tells you, just trust me Ricky!” 

Ricky seemed to be comforted by Alan.

Once more the keys jingled as the man opened the jail cell and walked inside. By the time the man was situated Alan and Ricky were standing near the corner as far away as possible. Specifically, Alan took a defensive stand in front of Ricky. As the man approached, Alan played his cards…

“I won’t let you do this!” 

The body size differential was extreme and the man merely had to walk over and slide Alan to the side in order to have clear access to a frightened Ricky. 

With Alan out of the way it was just Ricky and the man… Ricky made his own case to be spared…

“Look, I’m sorry if I did anything but I don’t remember much and--“

**SPRAY ** SPRAY **

“Yuck!” … “Aghh!”

Ricky, like before, entered into one large coughing fit. With Alan confined off to the side he was left to watch Ricky get sprayed in the face. Ricky was battling tears as he struggled to catch his breath. Now overtaken, Ricky situated himself on the ground feet away from Alan. The man walked over to Ricky and patted him on the head as he dozed in and out of his awake state…

“You let that spray settle in there, bud.”

Almost on cue, the keys jingled and the man lifted his machine and headed for the stairs. 

Alan saw Ricky shaking on the floor curled up and not making sense. He rushed over to comfort his friend…

“Ricky…!” 

“Please, wake up Ricky!” 

“You need to fight what he’s doing to you, fight it!” 

Physically Ricky appeared unharmed. The more Alan looked he noticed sweat forming on Ricky’s forehead. His eyes were closed and they were moving rapidly. Alan was shocked to see Ricky begin scratching his armpits and crotch. 

“Ricky, you have to snap out of it!” Alan shook his friend now.

Something worked because Ricky stirred awake. … …

“GET AWAY!” Ricky snapped outright. 

He didn’t even get his eyes fully reopened before he’d thrown his body across the floor a few feet in order to create space. 

“WHO ARE YOU?”

Like clockwork, Alan did his best to explain who he was. This time however Ricky seemed unable to tune-in, opting to throw his hand up at Alan’s face now…

“Dude, your voice is annoying, stop talking.” Ricky spat. 

Alan shut his mouth and looked toward Ricky with sad eyes. “Rick----“

Ricky gave an evil glare… “Shut up.”

Ricky seemed to be rubbing his eyes, perhaps battling a headache. Alan waited some number of minutes to elapse then decided to try Ricky again…

“Ricky….”

“WHAT?” ….. “Why can’t you fag-sounding fucker just shut up for two seconds?” 

Alan wore shock on his face at the language. “Ricky it’s me----“

Again, Ricky shouted. “DUDE, STOP TALKING!” 

Alan watched as Ricky cleared his physical symptoms away. The spray residue was all gone now. Ricky found more energy and stood up now. He began yelling toward the staircase…

“HELLO? LET ME OUT OF HERE!” 

Alan, once more, tried to get through to his friend. One step in and Ricky turned around…

“Back the fuck up faggot!”