His name was Duarte and he was the leader of a Latino gang of gay bashers in the neighborhood. For the last two years he and 'his boys' had been running around the area beating up anyone who they felt was 'less than a man'. Duarte was the worst, he would stroll along the blocks till he saw a prospect then, he would 'cruise' the guy to see if he got a reaction. Standing at 5'11'' with 165 lbs. of sculpted defined muscularity, honey toned skin that exuded sexual heat, a butt that curved tight round and firmly packed, a face so handsome it caused everyone to stare in lust, and set off by eyes that seemed to smolder--- he was hard to ignore. The poor guys he set his sights on always bit and usually ended up in some alley beaten up to a pulp by Duarte and too scared to press charges.
I overheard him bragging to his 'boys' about both the bashings and his sexual prowess one day while I was sitting in the next booth of the neighborhood diner.
"Got to try virgins guys," he laughed, "nothing like feeling them cherries pop on you. Them bitches squirm when my 10 inches drives it home." He boasted. " Nothing a bitch likes more than a real man riding her guys. She moans real sweet but not like them punk faggots moaning like a whore for a guy. Fucking faggots always after real men like me. I make them pay all right for thinking they could get me to bend over for them!” He laughed with his gang. “Fucking faggots are good for taking their money though. I lead them on then bash their faces in before I rob them. They always have money on them.”
I decided right then that someone had to teach this macho guy a needed lesson. I waited till one night when I knew that his 'boys” would be unavailable for a bit of time .I saw Duarte cruising for his hunt and made sure he saw me walk by and give him a once-over. He flashed a grin that was seductive. I nodded back and signaled my interest and for him to meet me in the nearby alley. He smiled and followed me into the deserted alley. Once we were in the alley I turned to face him.
"You want it huh”, he whispered as he massaged his crotch suggestively. He fixed me with a steady look, locking on his eyes on mine. "Yeah you know you do. You faggots are all alike," he smirked with all the arrogance that comes with being 22 years old and sure of his untouchable straight masculinity. He gazed at me trying to stare me down but what he didn't know was that eye contact was what I needed! I kept my eyes firmly on his. "What are you staring at faggot", he growled in surprise as I refused to drop my eyes in humiliation.
"You look scared man", I answered in a steady monotone while I gazed deeper into his eyes. "Like you're the one afraid to look me in the eyes?"
"What the fuck...” he replied in confusion ; now he couldn't be the first to break eye connection for fear he look weak.
"I can see it man," I continued," look deep in my eyes you can see the reflection of your fear."
"Reflection...fear a pansy..." he responded driving his vision deeper into mine as I'd hope.
"Look deep man," I repeatedly suggested over and over again as our eyes stayed riveted on each other. He gazed intently, the minutes passed, all the while my voice urging his ego on to keep eye contact and commenting on how tired he also looked. His smug self-assurance was leading him into my trap. After a few more moments he felt it.
"What the fuck ...is thappin...” he slurred as his eyelids fluttered. I could feel him drifting into my hypnotic control.
"What's the matter stud," I teased confidently now.
Suddenly he shook his head, "what the fuck!" he growled. He had broken off the contact. I had misjudged his mental strength! He laughed aggressively. "You are so dead faggot."
I backed up; I had to re engage his subconscious. If I could just connect there might be a residual of that initial control left in his brain to re access. Duarte moved toward me and swung, I felt a sharp pain as his fist met my gut and I fell to the floor. He was leaning over me in an instant. He grabbed me by the shirt pulling my face to him and raised his fist.
"I'm going to realign your faggot face you pansy then take all your money too," he laughed excitedly as he prepared for the kill.
I could see the bloodlust in his eyes as he glared at me; His hatred and 'thrill of the kill' emotions were in full swing. I knew I had only one shot left in that instant. His adrenaline was pumping inside his brain filling it with chemicals that were overcoming any logical thoughts. With luck his prior resistance would also be shut off inside his brain as the powerful charge he was getting off on swirled inside and took control. Maybe, I could literally 'hitch' a ride into his control centers!
"Please....please.."I begged staring into his eyes deeply.
"That's right faggot. I love it when you fruits beg." it was obvious from his gleaming wild-eyed look he was in a raging excitement over this victory. He was getting off on the fear he thought he was seeing. I knew I could get him if I fed into that rush he was feeling.
"Yes, see my fear in my eyes sir," I muttered, " If you look deeply you can see how scared I am," stroking his macho his ego to get him in beyond help!
"Yeah, I see it," Duarte hooted gazing deep confident of his superiority. "You pansy assed are all alike. “Love seeing that look." He stared deeper in my eyes. "Hate you fudge packers. Shit taking it up the ass like a bitch! Yeah, I can see the fear, you wimp." his defenses were down. The move was now!
"Yes, if you look deeper," I repeated in a monotone. " Look deeper, see I'm helpless...totally helpless.... you see how helpless….helpless," I emphasized.
" Yeahhhh......deeper.. helpless,” his lids fluttered as he spoke.
"Helpless..see it," I repeated as he sunk deeper into my trance.
"See...helpless...see ...helpless", he chanted quietly; the smug look going from his face.
"Can't look away now," I intoned softly." Feel the helplessness"
"Can’t.......looook," he replied as his fist unclenched, " feel.......helpless..," he sighed as his arm dropped. "NOOO.." , he suddenly said as his body shook and, his eyes blinked rapidly. Damn, his will was strong.
"Falling in...losing it huh," I said sharply as I moved my face closer. This time I wouldn't make the same mistake. I had to bring him in deep! I moved to the critical step and prayed. "You're afraid to see in deep," I asked knowing that it would hit him in his weakest link--his macho pride!
A confused look came into his eyes; if he had glanced away the control would have been lost. Lucky for me he didn't break his vision. He was a leader and he couldn't show weakness. He was too dazed to realize a retreat was his only hope of winning. He kept eye lock with me.
"That's right," I cooed in a whisper so he'd have to concentrate further on my voice. "You feel me now. You feel the excitement."
"Excitement.." he repeated. I could see his mind spinning in those orbs as he was trying to process what was going on without success. His breathing intensified signaling a raging battle going on in some inner doorway of his psyche.
"Its a rush ..to yield.. " I stated firmly "Its so powerful....that power taking you into its hold. "
"Taking me", he muttered as a dullness arose in his brown eyes.
"Taking you," I restated!
"Taking me....," he moaned as the battle ended in him. Macho boy was going down in his first defeat!
"Taking you down.....taking you down....helpless," I intoned lightly over and over again.
"Taking me....thaking mthee..," his speech slurring.
"When I count to four it will be all over. " I commanded
"Fouth..," he nodded in agreement.
"One". Duarte 's eyes clouded.
"Two", his body shook.
"Three," I saw his head rolling loosely.
"Four". BINGO!!
His pupils were fully dilated: my control had ridden in on his own excitements to find a home deep inside his brain's control centers all right. "You OK cutie," I teased unable to resist and to test to see if I had won. How he reacted to that word would be a key indicator.
"Feeling funny...tats all..." he muttered.
"I've slipped into your mind Duarte", I stated. I was now satisfied that the first wall had been breached
"Slippen....in..." he moaned drowsily. " what ...did youth...do...to meeeee......" his voiced trailed off .
"Relax stud its OK," I chuckled. I could see him swaying now; his body relaxing; his arms dropping to his sides.
"Wath..goin....onnnnnn," he mumbled helplessly. "Feelin.... tho ....funny".
"No, you feel so warm now right." I encouraged as I leaned even more into him getting so close that I filled his vision with my eyes.
Duarte blinked his pupils still dilated. I had won over mister hotshot Latin straight stud. I loved it!
"Breathe in and out and feel the relaxation fill your body". I whispered. Duarte began to deeply inhale and exhale in a steady pattern, his tightly muscled chest rising and falling gulping in air and overloading his brain with enough oxygen to induce a giddiness that would help me take better control of this hot muscled Latino homeboy. Duarte's infamous 'smoldering brown eyes' were dull now. He was under. I had taken the hot hunky gang leader down!
"Now, close your eyes. You feel so sleepy now... Duarte !"
"Thleep...yeath ....tired.." his eyes gradually closed as he let out a sigh --- macho boy was drifting out of it .After a few seconds he was out like a light still sucking in air-- flooding his brain -- overdosing it with excess oxygen and making it susceptible for my work.
I stroked his cheek running my fingers along that finely cut jaw line , tracing his lips. He was a beauty all right. "Lets see if you can kiss hombre" I chuckled as I bent to taste him. "Show me how you do it huh". As I leaned in however he pulled back.
"Don't kiss no guys", he grumbled.
His resistance was amazing! I needed more time with him but I needed that kiss too. I tried a new tactic. "You see only a beautiful uptown Anglo blonde woman before you."
"A nice blonde bitch hmmm.," he whispered in agreement.
I noticed a sexy smirk come to his mouth now, time to play to his ego to get what I wanted. " Now she's in front of you. She wants your kiss. Show that uptown bitch how a real man does it!"
"Fuck yeah, show that white bitch how a homeboy does it!" he growled sensually.
I leaned in and felt his warm soft lips brush mine. Here we go I prayed! Duarte's mouth opened as our lips touched. Suddenly his parted and I felt his warm tongue probing my throat in a sensual display of heat. His tongue moved inside my mouth like an expert ---tickling every nerve inside me, probing, hell he was orally ravishing me! It was like silk, hot moist and so smooth. This bastard knew how to kiss! The faggot hater was deep throating this guy real fine! I had won round one but only because he had thought I was a woman. That would have to change but not here, this Latino stallion could be ridden if I played my cards right and used his machismo to defeat him. I reluctantly broke off the embrace .As he stood before me I planned my next moves. It was going to be a long night for this boy toy.
"Hear me stud?" I asked. He nodded.
"Now you're going to do as I say got it!"
"Yeath ...do as you thay..." he murmured.
"Open your eyes asshole, but remember when you do all you see is that Anglo woman before you (no need to risk anything till I had better control)." I commanded. Duarte's eyes opened. His pupils were totally dilated. Yep this gangbanger was zonked but good.
Time for some exploring .I reached over and slipped my hand down his pants getting a nice grip on that 10 inches of prime Latin meat. It felt good, a nice thick tube that was uncut and, judging by my touch, attached to a set of hefty Spanish nuts. Duarte moaned slightly as his brain visualized the woman doing this to him; his manhood started to grow. Plenty of time for that later I decided as I withdrew my hand and fondled the rest of Duarte's soon to be deflowered physique. I lifted his shirt up, his chest was tight with hard, smooth, well developed pecs that were crowned by the most luscious pair of reddish brown nipples I had ever seen-- all tapering down to one fantastic six pac. I reached behind my zapped stud muffin to caress his bubble butt. It felt warm and inviting so I let my fingers probe between his cheeks till they found his cherry hole. As I tickled that virginal chute Duarte's body 'quaked' as a new zone of pleasure was being opened in his inner brain. A sexual sigh escaped from his lips. My own body roared in response another fact that I could use. This gangbanger 's hole was sensitive! Time to bring home my prize I decided!
"Follow me asshole," I barked as I let his shirt drop back down,
" I've got an apartment with teaching props all ready for you. Tonight I’m going to give a few lessons to you my big tough straight gang leader. Oh yeah, as you walk put a little feminine sway in it OK". He dully signaled his agreement. I turned as he followed, his hips swaying in a girlish wiggle. I smiled to myself as we went to my apartment seeing the neighborhood denizens gasping at macho Duarte's new walk. It was going to be a great night for some cherry picking!
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