As much as Mathew was getting off on seeing the love of his life being sexually assaulted like this, ultimately, he didn't want Ashton to be some kind of sexual pervert. He just wanted him to be his boyfriend. His loving, devoted boyfriend. It's all he ever wanted.
So with that, he changed Ashton's stats, making him 100% gay, but so that it wasn't a jarring change for him, he made it so that Ashton was in denial about it, for now.
Ashton wished that this would all stop. First, he was being beaten because these guys thought that he was gay, which he wasn't. And then they started fucking him. Wait a minute, why were they doing that? Wasn't this a "no queers" bar?
Suddenly, there was a shift in his mind. He felt it, like a switch had been flipped. He no longer wanted to distance himself from these guys. Actually, he wanted them to keep going. It was making him feel so hot! No! What was he thinking? These guys were fucking him against his will (raping him!), ravaging him with their cocks - their big, beautiful cocks. He closed his eyes, trying not to think that way. Before, he was being forced to act gay, but now he was starting to feel gay too. But he wasn't really gay ... right? Before, he was sure of that, but now ... it felt different. He wasn't so sure. But he couldn't be, right? He remembered being with girls, specifically Rebecca. But the thought of being with her, which usually filled him with joy ... it suddenly felt, well, bad. She was uninteresting to him. More than that, it felt weird and icky to want to be with a girl. What was happening to him? Why was he feeling this way?
"Hey!" the bartender (Mike) yelled, finally coming out of his stupor. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. What started as a perfectly legitimate beat down of a faggot turned into a gay raping scene. Mike knew most of these patrons. They weren't gay. They hated gays as much as he did. So what the hell was going on? He grabbed his metal bat and came around the counter, readying to use it. "Ain't no faggots allowed in here!"
"Oh really?" Mathew asked, grabbing Mike's attention. He was feeling confident, ever since he started using the Cronivac on those homophobes assaulting Ashton. He had the power to change people, and this time, he used that power on the bartender. "What are you gonna do about me?"
"You little faggot. You're gonna wish you never stepped in here." Mike was about to swing the bat at Mathew, but before he could even get close, he felt different. He placed the bat on the counter, then walked back around to the other side of it, his movements exaggeratedly feminine - swinging hips, limp wrists, the whole thing. "Oh boyth," he said, flirtatiously, with a lisp.
The former-homophobes-now-gays stopped assaulting Asthton and looked over at Mike.
"Look who'th here," Mike said, gesturing towards Mathew.