Encore — Chapter Five

Previously on Encore — Jayden moves in across the hall and introduces Josh and Liam to ENCORE, a magical reality show that’s turning the people who watch it gay.  Josh and Liam are already a lost cause, their minds and bodies transformed with every episode they watch.  Meanwhile Ryan and Mark agreed to watch just one episode and now they’re binging the show.  Mark insists he’s not gonna turn gay —he just wants the muscle.  But now Mark’s shaking his ass in thongs and Ryan got his cock locked in a cage.  Will they escape with their heterosexuality intact?

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“Bro, they got you good,” Mark grinned.

He caught a glimpse while we were in the locker room.  My cock, trapped in a hard plastic cage.  I’d thought about changing in one of the private stalls, but somehow that felt more awkward.  I was an obedient jock now… and I couldn’t muster any shame.

“Like you can talk,” I shot back.  He was standing buck naked except for a neon green thong, his thick cock propped up under the fabric.

“Whatever,” he giggled, popping into a double bicep pose.  “It’s like… so totally hawt.”

I tugged on a pair of shorts and tried to hide the bulge.  It didn’t work.  My ass was already straining the shorts, and my caged cock just made it worse.

“Sucks we gotta wear shirts here,” Mark moaned, tugging his own shorts, then grabbing for stringer tank that barely qualified.  “I’m not gay or nothin’, but gotta make the bros jelly, y’know?”

“Don’t worry,” I sighed, pulling on my pump cover.  “Everyone can see your pecs.”

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We were in the gym for a couple hours.  Mark kept stopping to take mirror selfies, flexing and grinning while he took ten or twenty shots after every exercise.

“Think you’ve got enough?” I asked sarcastically.

“Bro, I just like… I love me, okay?” Mark gushed.  “I’m so pretty.”

“You’re gonna blow up your socials for sure,” I shrugged.  I’d just finished my turn at the squat rack and my ass was extra pumped, but you wouldn’t catch me posting that shit.

“No way,” Mark laughed.  “I don’t do social media.  It’s like… the dumbest shit ever brah.”

“For real?” I said, raising an eyebrow as he took another round of selfies.

“No way brah,” Mark flexed at the mirror.  “That shit sucks your brain.”

“I’m just saying…” I said.  “You’ve gotten so vain these last couple days… it’s hard to believe you wanna keep it to yourself.”

“What about you?” Mark glanced at my cheeks.  “That ass would get like… all the love.”

I rolled my eyes.  He was right, but…

“It’d be all gay dudes,” I groaned.  “At least the ladies want you… the only one eyeing me up lately is Jayden.”

“Whatever,” Mark shrugged, grabbing the bar for his next set.  “Maybe that’s like… good?  I mean… the gay stuff isn’t for me, but with your cock caged up… you’re just like… a hole.”

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We went back to Mark’s place for the next episode.  Josh and Liam were watching the latest ep at my place, and I was sure Jayden was there with them.  The less time I spent around that guy, the better off I’d be.

The cage was totally his idea.  Mark’s thongs too.  I just couldn’t resist his orders — and I didn’t want to either.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to dodge him forever, but for now…

Mark and I were crashed out on the couch with a couple beers.  He’d stripped off his shirt the moment he could.  He was in his happy place.

The Encore theme played and the glitter of the opening sequence exploded across the screen.

“Welcome back,” the host grinned at us.  “Today, we’re going PUBLIC!   Yesterday was all about finding your unique style, but today is all about SHARING!”

They cut to a shot of the contestants in a photo studio.  The camera was focussed on Chris, the mechanic-turned-himbo.  His shaggy blond hair fell over his confused eyes, and he’d gone shirtless for the day.

“Dude, I can’t wait to show off these pecs,” he laughed.

“Our crew is lined up for a photo shoot,” the host said, setting the scene.  “You saw them walk the catwalk last time, this time we’ll get a little more intimate.  We’ll be sharing their socials as we go, so give each of these studs a follow!”

“Let’s be real y’all,” Colt said, tipping down his cowboy hat.  “The camera loves confidence.”

One by one, the guys strode in front of a textured background and strutted their stuff.  Each of them had their own distinct style now — James in his suit, John with his frat style, Dylan in his gym gear.

“Give it up for Alan,” the host cheered as the obedient jock too his place in front of the camera.

He’d chosen to wear his letterman jacket for the shoot, overtop of a plain white tee.  A pair of athletic fit jeans strained to contain his muscle.  You could see the bulge of his cage, just like mine.

“So just like this?” he asked, trying to square his shoulders for the camera.

“Good start,” the photographer encouraged him from behind the lens.  “Feet a little wider apart. And puff out that chest.”

Alan shuffled into the new position.  The pose looked a little forced, but when the camera flashed, he relaxed into it.  The doubt cleared from his eyes and his gaze turned confident.

“Lose the jacket,” the photographer ordered him.  “Wait, no… toss it over your shoulder, nice and casual.”

“You got it sir,” Alan nodded, adopting the carefree pose.  “Want me to flex?”

“Just a little in the arms,” the photographer ordered.  “We’re going for a natural look.”

Another flash, and Alan stood casually in front of the backdrop like he belonged there.

By the time Alan walked off the stage, his stiffness was gone.  Don’t get me wrong — every sentence was ‘yes sir’, ‘no sir’, ‘can I flex sir?’… but he was so much more comfortable doing it.

“Make sure you follow him,” Mark insisted, pointing at Alan’s @ on the screen.  “I wanna see what he posts.”

“Yes sir,” I said.  I thought about arguing, but it felt easier to pull out my phone and follow Alan’s account.  There was no harm giving in to the occasional order.

Rio was in front of the camera now.  The dazed muscle boy had worn a pair of white speedos for the shoot, along with his signature puka shell necklace.  He looked pretty nervous until the camera flash hit him.

“So like… you want me naked?” he winked after, flipping his long hair behind him.  “Or just like… almost naked.”

“Let’s start with the swimwear,” the photographer teased him.  “Once it’s off, I bet it stays off for a while, huh?”

Another flash.  Rio hooked a thumb onto the side of his speedo and pulled at it, a half-inch away from letting the camera see his cock.

“Oh brah, you know I love a nude beach,” Rio grinned.

The camera flashed and Rio stripped down.  He threw his speedo off to the side and flexed for the camera, grinning the whole time.

They all did a photoshoot, but Alan won the round.  They were calling him ‘Shutter’ now.

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The app challenge was simple enough his time — just update our socials to mention our archetypes.  I’m mostly on Instagram and TikTok, so I hopped right on the apps and edited my bio.

“An Obedient Jock’s Journey to 225”

“Yah, but like… 150 of that is your ass,” Mark teased me.

“Whatever,” I groaned, whipping off my shirt.  “Hey, can you take a pic or two for me?  I wanna show off my gains.”

Mark groaned but he took my phone and framed me up.  I really just meant to flex my bicep, but my body moved instinctually.  I did a sort of half twist at my waist so you could see the curve of my ass.  I posted the pics and relaxed — I’d done my part.

“So what the fuck am I s’posed to do?” Mark asked, staring at his screen.  “I don’t do social media, but it won’t unlock.”

“I dunno,” I shrugged.  “You don’t have anything?  Not even an old Myspace page?”

“Bro,” he laughed.  “How ancient do ya think I am?”

“Old enough you hate TikTok,” I shrugged.  “Dude, just… sign up.  You don’t need to post or whatever, the app just wants to see a bio.”

“No way dude, that’s a line I’m not gonna cross,” Mark argued, slumping back on the couch and crossing his thick arms.  He looked like a petulant child.

“Why not?” I ruffled his hair.  “Thought you were a himbo.”

“It’s social media bro,” he growled.  “It’s full of narcissistic assholes who think they’re gods gift to the world.  My nephew is on there, and he legit thinks he’s gonna be famous making videos with his iPhone.  I caught him pretending to be a chick last week, wearing a towel on his head like a wig.”

“Okay,” I admitted.  “Some people go too far, but that’s no reason to write off the whole thing.  You make an account, you post a pic now and then… it’s not like you gotta post thirst traps.”

“Whatever bro,” Mark rolled his eyes.  “I’m done with this shit.”

“Again?” I laughed out loud.  “Seriously, how many times are we gonna have this argument?  I know you’re hooked on Encore, and neither of us can watch the next ep until we both do the challenge, so…”

“For fucks sake bro…” Mark sighed.  “Maybe someone orders your jock ass to do something and you jump, but I’m not like that.”

“Yeah, but you’re a himbo now,” I smirked.  “Think about how much you could show off.  C’mon dude… you’d have like… thousands of chicks following you…”

“Thousands of chicks?” he asked, giving me a weak look.  “Like… girls go for that stuff?”

I showed him my lock screen.  The likes were streaming in.

“Yeah bro,” I encouraged him.  “Think about it… flexing for the camera?  People scroll this shit for hours dude, socials are all about being hot.”

“I mean… that’s pretty cool,” he shrugged.  I could see the gears turning behind his eyes — I had him on the hook, all I had to do was reel him in.

“The hottest guys even get rich off it,” I promised.  Really, I had no idea, but money never hurt.  “Some guys have clothing brands or like… personal training brands… or whatever.”

“And it’s not like I have to care about it,” he added.  “I mean… like, I could post a flex every now and then.”

“You’d get so many messages from chicks…” I grinned.  “You’d never have to go on a blind date again.”

Mark had his phone out now and was staring at his home screen.

“See all that empty space?” I teased.  “You’ve can handle one little app, can’tcha?”

“Yeah bro…” he said, trying to sound all confident.  “But like… which one?”

“You gotta try TikTok bro,” I said.  “Pop open that App Store, T…I…K…”

“Bro, I got it,” Mark grinned.  “You’re taking this arch… arc… ar… uh…”

“Archetype?” I grinned.

“Yeah bro, you’re taking this archetype thing too serious.  So what, I look good in a thong?  It’s not like I turned dumb overnight or whatever.”

I held up my hands in surrender.

“Now what do I put in my bio?” he asked, staring at the screen.  “Just like… flirty himbo?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged.  “I guess.”

“Mmmm… too basic,” he chuckled and started typing.  “Looking… for… someone… dumb?  You… found… him…!”

Less than a minute later, Mark was on TikTok, swiping through videos.  I gave him a few minutes to get used to the app, watching him become one of us pod people.  Swipe.  Swipe.  Check out some dudes gains.  Swipe.

“Is the challenge unlocked?” I asked.

“Huh?”

“The Encore app bro,” I grinned.  “Did it unlock the next ep for you?”

“Uh… yeah, I guess so,” he grinned.  “Just a sec.”

Mark jumped off the couch and ran to flick off the overhead light.  Liam had one of those ring light setups, and Mark flipped it on.

“Hey boys,” he grinned into the camera.  “So, like… uh, I’ve never done socials before, but I’ve been watching Encore and it’s got me totally hooked, so I was like… yeah, I bet I could be like those dudes.”

“Oh my god,” I laughed.  It was like a switch flipped in his brain.

“See dudes, I’m a total himbo now,” he laughed.  “And where else can you bounce your pecs and tease some strangers.  Lemme know if you like what you see!”

Mark gave his pecs one final bounce and hit post.

“Dude,” I laughed.  “What was that?”

“Huh?  I dunno,” he chuckled.  “But if I’m gonna be on here, I oughta do it right, y’know?”

“But you were talking to guys,” I said, wide eyed.  “You know everyone’s gonna think you’re gay!”

“Whatever bro,” Mark snorted.  “It’s for my boys, I can’t help if people get the wrong idea.  And who cares if the gay guys wanna watch, it’s not like I’m gonna — WHOA!  I already got a like!”

“Yeah, that’ll happen,” I chuckled.  Especially when his profile got swarmed by gay dudes.

“Another one!” he practically shouted.  “Bro, this is awesome!”

“Let’s put on the next ep,” I said, reaching for the remote.

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The contestants were loose in West Hollywood, competing to see who could take the most selfies with strangers.

“You mean you don’t watch Encore?” John was saying in disbelief to a pair of guys.  They were clearly headed to the gym, and had only stopped to talk to him because he looked hot in a Laker’s jersey.  “It’s like the best reality show ever!”

“Sure bro,” the taller guy said.  “I’m more of a drag race guy.”

“Yeah,” the shorter one laughed.  “We don’t have the time for a new show.”

“Okay, all good,” John raised his hands in defeat.  “But take a selfie with me?  I wanna win this challenge.”

“Fine,” the taller one sighed.  The two of them clustered around John and posed.

“Lemme just set the filter,” John said, tapping at the camera in the Encore app.  I’m thinking… muscle boys?

He took the photo and the two guys just sort of… shifted.  They were the same, but… the short one had wider shoulders now, didn’t he?  And had the tall one’s pecs always been that obvious through his t-shirt?

“Thanks guys,” John grinned, giving the tall one a slap on the ass.  “Appreciate the help.”

“For sure bro,” the short one grinned.  “Good luck!  We’re rooting for you!”

“Yeah,” the tall one said.  “Can’t wait to check out the show!”

“Dude, I’m getting so many comments,” Mark grinned at me, shoving his phone in my face.  “This guy says he wants to fuck my pecs!”

“Ugh,” I winced.  “Can you keep that shit to yourself.”

“Whatever, like… I don’t want that, but it’s still super flattering.”

On screen, we were following Tony down the street.  The alpha was dressed in his signature leather jacket and confident smirk.

“Hey dude,” he said, walking right up to a chubby redhead.  The redhead tried to look away, but Tony was too much of an alpha for that.  “Take a selfie with me, okay?”

The chubby guy looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“Real funny,” he snapped.  “Don’t tell me, you’ve got some TikTok to make fun of fat guys?”

“No way babe,” Tony chuckled.  “Here, we’ll use the ‘ripped redhead’ filter, you’ll look fuckin’ great, I swear.”

He didn’t give the guy a choice, just leaned in and snapped a picture.  The shift was more obvious than the one we’d seen with John.  The chubby dude’s fat was just gone, replaced with the same weight in dense muscle.  He stared, not quite able to process.

As for Tony, his hair had shifted to a fiery red.  And his name had shifted to Tanner, because the author of this story fucked up on continuity.

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Our next challenge was to document something about our day and post it.  I started flipping through pictures and realized that I’d taken more that a few pics of my food that day.  Maybe a post about what I ate?

“What about you?” I asked Mark.  “What’d you take pics of today?”

“Uh… nothin’ dude,” Mark shrugged.  “Not even a selfie.  Shit… I gotta start being proactive about this stuff.  My fans are gonna wanna know everything…”

I chuckled.  An hour ago he wouldn’t download the app.  Now he was ready to livestream his day for a bunch of gay guys who just wanted to see his pecs.

“Well, you better figure out something for tonight,” I said.  “It’s barely eight… and I need more Encore.”

While I was posting my food and trying to make it look like an intentional diet, Mark was getting in front of the ring light again.

“Uh, hey boys,” he grinned, thinking about all the comments he’d gotten in the last hour.  “So… I just wanted to like… tell you about my day.  I work construction, right?  And there’s like… a lot of old dudes on my job site.  One guy is like… forty!”

He paused to stop and flex his bicep at the camera for the moment.  I don’t think it had anything to do with the story, but he was addicted to the likes.

"So I've been really focussed on my pecs lately,” he grinned, bouncing them.  “And today I was at work and I thought like… hey, maybe I should get my tan on, right?  Like I gotta be out in the sun all day, may as well bronze up, right?”

I wondered how much of his story was true.  He had to be playing to the gay crowd.

“Don’t worry,” he winked.  “I kept the hard hat.”

Yeah… Mark knew exactly how to keep his audience interested.

“So I whip off my shirt, y’know?  And boom, the old dudes are giving me shit for it!  Can you believe that?  Like a stud’s just s’posed to keep this shit hid!”

He bounced his pecs again, then grabbed his phone from the tripod and angled it down his torso.  He gave his fans a look at his sculpted body, cutting off the clip just before he reached his waist.

“That’ll get ‘em going,” he grinned.

“Holy shit dude,” I said with wide-eyed disbelief.  “You still like girls, right?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged it off.  “But gay dudes have the money.  You said I could make serious cash at this, right?”

“Well… yeah,” I said.  “But…”

“Sex sells brah,” Mark laughed.  “C’mon, you gotta post more than those stupid food pics.”

“Like what?”

“I dunno bro,” he shrugged.  “You figure that out.”

Of course, that stupid itch in the back of my brain was at it again.  I had to post more than those food pics — Mark had given me an order, even if he didn’t realize it.

My cock was straining in it’s cage at the thought.

“I’m gonna use your bathroom,” I told him.

Mark didn’t care.  His eyes were fixed to his phone, scrolling through the comments that were already coming in on his video.  On the rare moments when he wasn’t sounding out a comment, he was watching some other jacked dude’s video.

I stepped into his bathroom and peeled off my track pants.  My glutes were still swollen from our workout… or maybe that’s just how they are now.  It didn’t matter — I just needed to post something better than food pics, and Mark had shown me the way.

This used to be my loosest pair of boxers.  Now they were the only ones that fit.

It was like instinct.  Face mostly away from the mirror, then give a twist and a grin.  The camera caught a picture of me showing off my ass like I was some kind of gay thirst trap.  If I posted this one, I’d get lots of engagement.

But still… I took a dozen more.  Different expressions.  Slightly different poses.  I scrolled through them, then eventually posted them all.

Relief washed through me.  I’d done just what Mark ordered.

“Hey bro,” I said, not bothering to put my track pants back on.  “You up for another ep?”

“Uh, bro,” he laughed at me.  “Did ya forget your pants in there?”

“Nah,” I sighed.  “But I figure… if the internet’s gonna see me in my boxers, there’s no point in trying to hide my big ass with you.”

“Good boy,” Mark said, sliding out of his jeans and settling on his couch in his thong.

My cock jerked under my boxers.  Holy fuck… I swear I almost came.

“I’m down for comfort,” Mark said without noticing my red face.  "I was just modest cause you were.”

“Yeah, you’re so modest,” I grinned.

“Hey, if you wanna borrow a thong, I bet your fans would love it.”

“Just put on the episode.”

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The contestants skipped the line and headed straight into a club.

“Okay, so the challenge is we gotta make out with a dude while we’re here,” John said, surveying the room.  “Which… bro… this isn’t even a gay bar!”

They cut to Rio.  He did a shot, then grinned at the camera.

“Have you seen me?” the dazed surfer laughed.  “Dude, it’s packed in here.  There’s gotta be one or two guys who wanna make out.”

“Man,” Mark said, half-watching the screen ad half-watching his socials.  “I haven’t been to a club in forever.”

“Yeah, me neither,” I said.  I was a little nervous about this kissing challenge they were doing, but the at home challenges are never as intense as the ones on the show.  Right?

“First step, lose the shirt,” Billy joked, but he stripped out of his compression tee and tossed it past the cameraman.  “Gotta show off if you wanna get off,” he laughed.

Chris and Mike were on the prowl together.  They’d turned into a bit of a partnership, both of them starting off blue collar and transforming in flirty himbos.

“What do you think about those guys?” Chris asked, pointing at a pair of dark haired guys in tight t-shirts and gold chains.  Except for one tee being black and the other being white, they were basically clones.

“Huh?” Mike asked.

““I bet they’re at least bi,” Chris said.

“Dude, all this thinkin’ makes my head hurt,” Mike groaned.  “Let’s just hit on ‘em.”

The two brunettes looked up as the muscular duo approached them.  Mike was in a purple crop top and Chris in his favourite mesh tank — they were hard to ignore.

“Uh, like… hi,” Mike grinned, using his best pickup line.

“So, are you guys like… into us?” Chris asked.

The brunettes glanced at each other and broke into laughter.

“Sorry guys,” the one in the black tee shook his head.  “We’re here picking up girls.”

“Yeah,” white tee echoed, looking freaked out.  “GIRLS.”

“Too bad,” Chris said with as much cleverness as he could muster.  “I’m like… a really good kisser.”

Just to prove it, he turned towards Mike and gave the other man a deep kiss.  His hands wandered over Mike’s muscular back.  When he broke the kiss, Mike was staring at him in wonder.

“Yeah,” Mike said, winking at the guy in the black shirt.  “I’m like… a really good kisser too.”

He leaned in and french kissed Chris.  While his tongue explored the other man’s mouth, Mike reached around and squeezed Chris’ bubble butt.

“So whaddaya say?” Chris asked, fixing his eyes on the pair of brunettes.

“No way,” the white shirt said.

“Whoa… let’s not be hasty…” the guy in black countered.  “I mean…”

Mike jumped in and kissed him.  The brunette in black leaned into it, losing himself in Mike’s arms.  When Mike went to pull away, the guy pulled him back, not ready to be finished.

“Nick, what the fuck are you doing!” the guy in white gasped at his buddy.  He grabbed onto the black t-shirt guys shoulder and tried to pull him back, but Nick wasn’t having it.

“Leave me alone dude,” Nick growled, breaking the kiss for just long enough to catch his breath.  “This guy’s a really good kisser!”

“Dude!” white tee shouted.  He spun toward Chris and stared.  “What the fuck did you do to him?”

“Nothin’,” Chris said with a happy shrug.  He took a step forward into white tee’s personal space.  “Just showed him the options.”

The dark haired man raised his hands to push Chris away, but the second his hands landed on Chris’ chest, it was like he forgot what he was doing.  Instead he started squeezing, massaging Chris’ thick pecs underneath his tank.

“You like it,” Chris teased.  “Don’tcha?”

White tee didn’t say anything, he just lunged for Chris’ lips.  The moment he tasted watermelon lip gloss, he was done for.  Chris draped his arms over the man’s shoulders, letting white tee run his hards over Chris’ hard body.

Eventually Chris and Mike got bored and went off in search of fresh meat.  The camera lingered on the brunettes as they leaned in and started making out with each other.

Liam got home while we were watching and crashed on the couch beside Mark.

“Aw man, I love this episode,” Liam said, stroking his cock through his shorts.

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“Bro, what’s the challenge,” Mark asked, leaning over my shoulder and pointing at the Encore icon.

“Check your own phone,” I laughed, pushing him away. “I mean… if you’re not too busy flirting with gay guys on TikTok.”

I didn’t want to open the Encore app.  After that last episode, I had a sinking feeling about the next challenge.

“Shuddap,” he groaned, but he closed his socials for a second and popped open the Encore app.  “Oh, cool!  I was worried they were gonna make us kiss a guy or something.”

I breathed a sign of relief.  Suddenly the Encore icon didn’t look so scary on my screen.  I tapped on it and checked for the new challenge.  We were supposed to take the rest of the night off.

“Hey Liam,” Mark shouted.  “You know all the good clubs, right?  Ryan and I wanna go meet some chicks!”

I heard Liam hurrying from the next room.

“Whoa,” I held up a hand.  “Leave me outta this.  If we’re done for the night, I just wanna go home and hit the sack.”

“Dude, like… why?” Mark asked, genuinely puzzled.  “Didn’t you see that shit on TV?  They were having so much fun.  You don’t wanna have fun?”

“A jock needs his sleep,” I said, scratching the back of my neck.  “Damn, no idea where that came from, but it’s true, right?”

“Don’t worry,” Liam said.  “Josh and Jayden can take care of him.  I’ve got the perfect club for you.  Cheap drinks, good music, and the crowd knows how to dance!”

“Bro, that sounds awesome!” Mark gushed.  He glanced at me again.  “You sure you don’t wanna come?”

“Nah bro,” I said, grateful he hadn’t made it an order.  “I’m gonna head home.”

I found my clothes and made for the door.

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“Dude, I heard you didn’t want to go out dancing,” Josh said the moment I got home.

“Yeah,” Jayden laughed.  “What’s wrong with you?  You allergic to fun or something?”

“No,I just… I’m like… supposed to take my bodybuilding super seriously, right?  I’m mean… obedient jock, right?  All the other dudes on Insta are super built, and I gotta be like them…?”

I know what you’re thinking… it’s just some dumb label the show made me throw on my socials… but…

It felt right.  Like the real me.

“Hey,” Josh said, breaking me out of my thoughts.  “I think it’s so totally cool how you’re like… committed to being a total jock, but like… what about obedience?”

I didn’t get it.  Wasn’t I being like… so totally obedient?

“Aren’t you committed to being obedient too?” Josh teased.

“Dude, I’ve been so totally obedient,” I protested.  “I posted ass cuz Mark said I should.  And I watch the show like… exactly how you told me.  And I’ve even got this cage riding my dick!”

“So you’re an OBEDIENT jock,” Jayden smirked.

“Yeah,” I grinned sheepishly.  “Earlier, Mark called me a good boy and I just about creamed.”

“Oh yeah?” Jayden teased.  “You wanna be a good boy?  Then you gotta do what you’re told.”

God… my cock was so tight in my cage.  He could see it all over my face.

“You wanna be a good boy,” Jayden repeated, but this time it was an order.  “You gotta do what you’re told.  And Encore told you to take the night off, didn’t it?”

“I mean… yeah,” I admitted.  “But it didn’t say I had to go clubbing.”

“Yeah, but you’re an obedient jock,” Jayden pointed out.  “Not some pansy ass lawyer.  You know what you’re s’posed to do.”

“So what’d Encore tell you to do,” Josh asked, raising one eyebrow.

“Uh… go to the club,” I said.  I didn’t really think it had, but… that was what they were asking me to say, right?

“Good boy,” Jayden said smugly.  “So where you gonna go tonight?”

“I’m gonna hit the club,” I said, defeated.  God… it felt so good to give in.

“Good boy,” Jayden said.  “But first, sit down here for a few minutes.”

I did like he said.  I’m a good boy.

Jayden ran across the hall to his apartment.  When he came back a minute or two later, he was carrying something.

“This is for you,” he grinned, dangling a black leather strap in front of my eyes.  It had metal bits that jangled when it moved.  “Don’t do anything, just… sit there.”

I realized he was wrapping the leather band around my neck.  Fiddling with… something.  It sounded like metal.  When his hands dropped back down, the band stayed around my neck.

A collar.  A collar and a cage.  Fuck… why did it feel so damn good?

“There we go,” Jayden said, biting his lower lip.  “Good boy needs the club, doesn’t he?”

I nodded furiously.  The collar was just loose enough that I could feel it rubbing.  The metal fittings made it sound like a bell was going off when I moved.

“Don’t worry,” Jayden whispered close.  I could feel his breath tickle my ear.  “We’re not gonna hurt your gains.”

Then a click, and the slightest tug.  I looked down and saw a leash hanging from me, clipped on somewhere I couldn’t see.  Jayden tied the other end to the leg of my coffee table and backed away.

“Lookin’ good,” he chuckled.  “Stay right there, I’m gonna get ready to dance.”

“I’ll text Liam,” Josh said.  “He’ll wanna come!”

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I never woulda left the house like this.  Not a week ago.  Not even two days ago.

But now… Jayden said we were going out.  Josh said it too.  And yeah, Liam joined the chorus.  I just can’t say ‘no’ anymore.  It’s like… not in my vocabulary.

Jayden dressed me up in a leather harness and this tiny pair of white shorts.  They were halfway to transparent!  He’d put me in a red jockstrap underneath, and you could see the outline easily.

It was humiliating.  It was ridiculous.  And damn it… it made me feel so good to obey.

You’d never believe I was the straight one in the group, getting walked to the club on a leash.  Josh, Liam, and Jayden were walking beside me in an array of neon fabric and tan skin… and somehow I looked like the fag.

“Mark’s already there,” Liam informed us, his eyes fixed to his phone.  “He’s like… totally freaking out!  I guess I forgot to tell him Mischief is a gay club!”

“You’re such a dumb slut,” Jayden laughed.  “But it’s what he needs!  Grinding with all those dudes… he’ll hook up for sure.”

No way.  Mark was straight.  Like… maybe this show could turn us both into social media obsessed show-offs.  Maybe pump up his muscles, maybe blow up my ass.  Maybe even make me obey every order.  But it couldn’t make us gay!

“Mark’s straight!” I blurted out.

“Yeah baby,” Jayden chuckled.  “So were these two.  Now Liam’s a slut for muscle, and Josh can’t glance at a guy without wanting to fuck him!  You’re too far gone — just let it happen.”

Shit.  I shouldn’t have said anything.  That low rumble of pressure was already building up.  Jayden wanted me to turn gay… and so I knew it was inevitable.

We were getting close to the club when Liam called out.

“Oh my god, Mark!” he shouted and waved.  “Leaving already??”

I looked over and saw Mark just stepping out of a brightly lit doorway, a strangers arm across his shoulders.  He was shirtless, showing off those massive pecs Encore gave him.  Not like I could talk — I was dressed up like a Pride performer.  At least Mark had jeans, even if you could see his whale tail.

“Hey guys!” Mark called out, changing course towards us.

He seemed drunk, and as he got closer I saw a red mark on his chest that looked like… was that a bite mark?

“You were right Liam,” Mark grinned.  "This place is great!  Hey, do you know Connor?”

The older man next to him stuck out his free hand and greeted Jayden, Josh, and Liam.  I didn’t rate a handshake… I’m guessing the leash?  He glanced up and down my body, sizing me up like fresh meat.

“Hey Connor,” Jayden winked.  “Good to see ya.”

“This one of yours?” Connor asked.

“They all are,” Jayden said proudly.  “Mark’s a generation down from these two.”

“This is the dude I was telling you about,” Mark gushed, pointing at me.  “He’s my Encore buddy. Lookin’ good Ry.  Give a flex?”

I couldn’t help but obey.  The tension was still building from that thing Jayden said about me letting it happen.  It felt good to let out a little steam.

“Nice,” Connor said.  “You better get in there.  Episode six, right?”

“How’d you know?” I asked.

“Cause you’re blushing.”

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Jayden paid my cover.  I was so nervous — Mark was headed home with some random, and I had the dark feeling my night was headed the same direction.

I’ve never really been a guy who wants to go dancing, and most of the clubs I’ve been to are just a DJ putting on a show and a bunch of people standing around.  I’ve never even tried dancing at one — too afraid someone will film me and post it.

But this club was different.  It was dark and loud and it seemed like everyone was grinding against everyone else.  Of course there was a bar and a DJ, but the focus was the dance floor.

Jayden took me to the edge, then tied my leash to a post.

“We’ll be back later,” he shouted into my ear.  “You stay here and be a good boy, mmmmkay?”

Josh flashed me a grin and vanished into the crowd.  I tried to keep track of them, but there were too many people, and some of them were starting to notice me.

One of them — a ripped bald guy — drifted towards me.  He was wearing leather too — an open vest and a pair of shiny leather pants.  He couldn’t take his eyes off my collar.

“Hey boy,” he shouted over the music.  “Your master forget about you?”

“I don’t have a master!” I shouted back, grateful he’d made it a question.  “I mean… I don’t want one!”

I felt him run hands down my torso, then slide one back onto my ass.  He gave a slow squeeze and grinned.  My heart was beating fast — he hadn’t given me an order yet, but if he did… I’d be powerless to obey.

“Too bad,” he growled in my ear.  “I wanna ride your cock all night.”

“Sorry,” I shouted, filled with relief.  “I’m caged!  Couldn’t fuck you if I wanted!”

He gave me a pouty look, then turned and headed back onto the dance floor.  There was a zipper on the back of his leather pants.  Holy fuck… chalk one up for the cage, I guess.

The leather man wasn’t the only guy who noticed me.  For the next few hours, there was a steady stream of horny gay guys coming over to check me out.

The skinny guy in the tight black t-shirt and the booty shorts.  Je sucked on my nipples…

The pervy old dude who squeezed my delts and told me ‘it still worked’…

The muscle beast who didn’t say a word.  He just kissed me and grabbed at my ass…

“Hey bro,” he grinned, staring at me like a piece of meat.  “You’re lookin’ good.”

I almost chuckled.  He had at least a hundred pounds on me, and fuck… the compliment sent a buzz through my spine.  If I had my choice, I’d look just like him.

“Thanks,” I grinned.  “Uh… I should tell you I’m caged.”

“Yeah bro,” he laughed, putting one arm on the wall behind me and leaning in close.  “Obedient jock, right?  I’m caged too.  Go ahead… give it a squeeze.”

He got right up to me and my hand homed in on his bulge.  I gave it a squeeze and felt metal ribs keeping him contained.

“See,” he grinned.  “Nothin’ to be ashamed of.  We can still have some fun.”

“I’m not ashamed,” I insisted.

“You like making out with dudes, right?”

“Not really,” I said with a shrug.  “I’m straight.”

“Yeah, okay,” the muscle beast snickered.  “But this is an order, okay?  You like making out with dudes.”

He leaned in close and brushed his lips against mine.  Something flooded over me — the smell of his cologne, the heat coming off his body, or maybe…

Maybe I just liked making out with dudes.  If I hadn’t been tied to the post, I might have jumped him.  Instead I kissed him deep and leaned into his body.  Time dropped away and I let my hands wander over his bulk, losing myself in the lights and the music and the muscle.

“Hey Brian,” I heard a voice say beside us.  “And… guy tied to the wall.”

I managed to tear myself off the muscle beasts lips and look over.  There was a good looking blond dude smirking at us.

“Oh, hey Chad,” the muscle beast rumbled.

“You must be a good kisser,” the blond guy said.  “Sorry, my boyfriend is such a horny slut.”

“All good,” I grinned.  My lips were slick with his saliva.

“Let’s go babe,” the blond said, leading away the muscle beast.  “Maybe I’ll unlock you when we get home, milk a load out.”

I was sad to see him go, but… then the next guy showed up.  I’ve only ever hit on women, and it felt like a constant uphill battle.  But gay guys… No wonder Mark had gone home with a dude — they were insatiable!  I lost count how many guys I made out with.

When Jayden finally re-appeared in front of me I didn’t hesitate.  I pulled him toward me and planted my lips on his.  Damn… they felt so good.  Better than any randoms.

“Mmmmm…” he moaned, taking a step back.  “Did someone catch the gay?”

“Nah,” I laughed at the ridiculous idea.  “I just like kissing dudes.”

“I can tell,” he grinned, going in for another round.  We must have stayed locked together for ten or twenty minutes before he backed off again.

“I think it’s time for us to head home,” he said, untying my leash from the wall.  “You wanna come home with me tonight, don’tcha good boy?”

I nodded frantically.  The moment he said it, I knew I wanted to spend the night at his place.  Sure, my bedroom was just across the hall, but I’d have more fun in his bed.

Maybe we’d even kiss some more.

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Jayden took off my leash when we left the bar, but he left my collar on.

“What about Josh and Liam?” I asked.  “I mean… aren’t we ditching them?”

“Josh is grinding with some twink,” Jayden grinned.  “And Liam will dance all night.  Don’t worry — they can take care of themselves.”

He threw his arm over my shoulder and guided me back to our building.  The whole time he kept up a steady chatter of inane questions.  Did I like being locked?  How did it feel when a guy danced with me?  Wasn’t I glad we hit the club?

“Yeah,” I admitted.  “I didn’t wanna go at first, but… yeah, that was exactly what I needed!”

“I’ll show you what you need,” Jayden teased, unlocking his front door.

His bedroom was the same size as mine, but he had a king sized bed crammed in there.  He swept the fluffy down comforter off the top and exposed a set of silk sheets.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.  “But leave the collar.”

“You know I’m straight,” I said, peeling off my shorts.  There was so much sweat on them they were practically translucent.

“Straight guys get blowjobs,” he grinned.

“I’m locked too,” I pointed out.

“And I’ve got the key.”  Jayden was stripped down to a pair of boxers already.  He took my key from his necklace and held it out like a prize.  “Whaddaya say?  Wanna get your cock sucked?”

My cock was straining against the plastic.  No way was this turning me on… it was just all the guys I made out with, right?  Or maybe the constant stimulation of my cock inside it’s prison.  Whatever it was…

“Yeah, I could use a blowjob,” I admitted.

Jayden kissed me for a while first, before he let my cock out of it’s cage.  Eventually I heard the click of my lock and a sudden sense of relief.  Oh god… my cock could actually get hard now.  I felt the blood rushing in.

“Suck my nips,” Jayden ordered me.  I went to obey instinctively, but…

Wasn’t this a little gay?

“Maybe,” he shrugged.  “Just think of it like making out with my chest.  You like making out with dudes.”

“I like kissing dudes,” I agreed, letting my tongue taste his skin for the first time.  He was right… it was just like making out with a guy.  I flicked my tongue around and sucked.  From the way he was squirming, I knew he liked it.

“Okay, now lay down,” he said, softly pushing my shoulder so that I was flat on my back.  “Forget about being straight for a sec and enjoy.”

He started off by kissing me again, then working his way down my chest and licking down my abs.  It seemed kinda gay, but… he told me to forget about being straight for a sec.  And he’s right — who cares what kinda mouth it is, my dick was free and I was gonna get sucked.

“Mmmm…” he moaned, swallowing my cock.  I thought i was already as hard as I could get, but I swelled up more when he flicked his tongue under my cock head.  No teeth, the right amount of suction… he knew his way around.  Damn… maybe this is why dudes go gay, I thought.  He understands exactly what feels good.

He licked down my pole and ended up sucking my balls for a minute.  I’ve been with a few chicks, and none of them… holy fuck that felt good.  My mind blanked out and my body took over, grinding my hips up and down, pushing my cock in and out of his lips.

I even looked down and watched for a little.  He flicked his eyes up and me and grinned.  Every girl who’s gone down there acted like it was a chore — but Jayden knew it was a treat.

Maybe guys feel something girls don’t.  I wondered how his cock would taste…

Then he was going faster.  Faster.  Too fast.  I gasped and grabbed at his hair, trying to slow him down, but he knew what he wanted.  My load down his throat.  My body arched with pleasure.

“I’m gonna…” I gasped.  “I’m gonna…”

My cock pulsed and I let out a long moan.  Holy fuck…

“Thanks babe,” he said, climbing up next to me and collapsing on his pillow.  “You liked it.”

An order he didn’t need to give.

“Yeah I did.”

He guided my head onto his musclebound chest and stroked my hair for a while.  Eventually his breathing turned regular and he dropped off to sleep.

I laid awake trying to figure this out.

After all, I wasn’t gay, right?  Letting a guy suck your dick doesn’t make you gay, even if you spend the night at his place… and even if you really had fun making out with him and about a dozen other guys at the bar…

There had to be a line, but I was still on the other side, right?

Because you can’t change someone’s sexuality.  Josh and Liam… they were always gay.  They had to be, trapped in the closet until Encore gave them the courage to come out.  I was an ally for sure, maybe even bi, but I definitely wasn’t gay.

My cock ached in it’s cage at the thought.  I tried not to let that bother me, but… why was I denying this so hard?  If it was anyone else, I’d say it was pretty gay, the way I’d been acting.

But not me,  I knew I was straight.

I settled against Jayden’s pecs and let my mind go blank.

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I must have drifted off eventually because I missed the sunrise.  I woke up late, safe and warm against Jayden’s body.  He had one arm tight around my chest, and I could feel his cock hard against my ass.  I tried not to move… I didn’t want to slip and let it slide inside.

“Morning babe,” Jayden whispered in my ear as he felt me stir.  “That was some night last night, huh?”

I turned and faced him.  Our mouths were just inches apart, and… it seemed like a waste of a moment otherwise.  I landed my lips on his and kissed.  Soon we were making out like old friends, twisting and turning as we teased each others bodies.

Goddamn I liked the way he tasted.

“Stop it,” Jayden chuckled, breaking our kiss and rolling to the side of the bed.  He was searching for his boxers, even as I kissed the back of his neck and groped at his pecs.  “We can’t stay in bed all day.  I hate wasting the weekend.”

“Oh man, it’s Saturday,” I grinned, obeying his order to stop and feeling a surge of pleasure.  “Lucky, I guess… I’d be so late for work.”

“I’m gonna make you breakfast,” Jayden said.  “Why don’t you settle down on the couch and watch an episode while I cook?”

“Encore?” I asked.  “I mean… without Mark?”

“He can catch up,” Jayden laughed.  “Besides, I feel like you need this next one.”

I borrowed a pair of pyjama pants from him, then curled up on his couch and pulled up an episode.

I kind of remember seeing this episode back when I was pretending like I didn’t want to watch Encore.  It was a cooking challenge, but nobody really cared about the food.  They were mostly chatting with each other about the club last night.

Tanner was doing some cooking stuff, dressed only in a leather apron.

“I made out with so many guys last night,” he told the host.  “Last night I made out with Aiden.  And Nico.  And… maybe Dylan too?”

He threw a glance over his shoulder and stared at Flame.  The massive jock was in his own apron, searing something in a pan.

“Bro, that’s not my name,” Flame said cheerfully.  “Unless like… you say it is.”

“It was at the after-party,” Tanner confided in the host.  “So that doesn’t count, right?”

“Sorry,” the host said.  “It’s all about how many guys you kissed in the club, and Frenchie took the lead.”

They cut to a shot of the muscular himbo who used to go by Mike.  He hadn’t left the club until two hours after last call, making out with two bartenders and a security guy before he left.  All in all, he’d scored at least a dozen points.  Frenchie blew a kiss at the camera and kept stirring a pot of pasta.

The camera cut to Flame again.

“Tanner’s got no chill,” Flame complained.  “And he can’t cook.”

“Did anyone else like… realize they’re gay?” Chris said, holding an eggplant in each hand.  “I mean… I never realized I was so into dudes until last night!”

“Oh for sure,” Tanner grinned.  “I dunno why I never tried kissing guys before.  I’m so totally obviously gay.”

“It’s the best!” Frenchie grinned.

The credits were just rolling when Jayden slid a plate of food in front of me.  He sat down beside me on the couch and handed me a knife and fork.

“Uh… so… I think I figured something out,” I said slowly.  I knew deep in my gut… if I said this, there wasn’t any going back.  No denying it anymore.  No acting like I was just some straight guy playing around.

“What’s that babe?” Jayden asked, a knowing smile on his face.

“I… uh… I’m gay,” I admitted.  “I mean… I didn’t know before, but after last night… after watching these guys come out,” I said, pointing at the Encore credits.  “I’m sure of it.”

The relief that washed over me was intense.  Jayden had been right when he told me I was going to come out eventually, and I’d finally fulfilled the order.

“Of course you are silly,” Jayden laughed, reaching out and tousling my hair.  “That’s a good jockboy.  Hey… you mind if Josh comes over for breakfast?  I made too much bacon.”

My heart beat fast.  Josh was gonna see me in Jayden’s pyjamas.  He was gonna know I spent the night.  He was gonna know I was…

And why was that a problem?

“Bring it on,” I grinned.  “I got news to share.”

Josh grinned from ear to ear when I told him.  “About time bro,” he said, throwing an arm around my shoulders and quickly turning it into a headlock.  It felt good, being trapped in his arms.  Were Jayden and I like… a thing?  Would it be weird if I hooked up with Josh?

We ate and laughed and soon it didn’t feel like a big deal.  Eventually I checked the Encore app for the challenge and found out I was mostly there.  I just had to tell three friends I was gay, and I’d already told Jayden and Josh!

“Hey dude,” I texted Mark.  “Big news.  Turns out I’m gay!”

“Duh,” Mark replied, adding an eye-rolling emoji.  “I saw the way Jayden had u on a leash!”

“Yah, well… I saw you leaving with that hottie,” I wrote back.  “Guess we’re both gay now.”

“Nah,” Mark said.  “I’m just like… heteroflexible.  You wanna get together and watch an ep, or u too busy banging your boytoy?”

“Uh… I kinda watched one this morning,” I admitted.

“Haha, gotcha!” Mark wrote.  “No wonder you’re gay.  Guess I’ll skip this ep… Gym later?”

“For sure,” I said.  “Text me whenever.”

I helped Jayden with the dishes before I went back to my place with Josh.  I needed a shower and fresh clothes and… I had like a million questions about being a gay guy.  Josh could help, I was sure of it.

But I was barely out of the shower when I got the text from Mark.

“Uh bro…” he wrote.  “I think I’m gay too.”