As Perry stalked over leaving Drake alone, Drake realized he was in a
new location, and that there had been other changes. Now Drake was
seated on a mattress in an alley. A big cardboard sign next to him
read, "Free Fat Ass Slave to Good Gay Home." Drake struggled to get
up, but quickly discovered the chained collar around his neck
restraining him.
Perry exited the alley in the Gay Ghetto and bumped straight into a
wimpy guy who had been in Drake's class at school. Perry recognized
Stevy as the Gay kid from school. He hadn't changed much, he did look
toned but he was still only 5'5" and very slightly built.
"Hey, Stevy, uh, Steve, how are you doing?" he paused as an idea
formed in his mind.
"Hey, Perry, are uh you?" he sounded hopeful, "New to the area?"
"No, no, Steve. Uh, I was just visiting my brother Drake. It's been a
while since you've seen him, hasn't it?"
"Yeah, he tossed me in the dumpster at Graduation," Stevy said
bitterly.
"Well, today is your lucky day then Steve. Drake's come out, and he's
a total bottom boy, and he's right around the corner."
"In the alley?" Stevy sounded uncertain. He now longer wore glasses,
thanks to his laser eye surgery, but he still absentmindedly moved his
finger along his nose to push his phantom glasses up. Visions of a gay
bashing haunted him. Still Drake was pretty hot, and if he was a gay
bottom? Maybe all those beatings were Drake's way of dealing with his
attraction to Stevy?
"I'm not sure?" Stevy started to say.
Perry gripped the lamp, moving his fingers back and forth, and said,
"I wish you would go around the corner, and accept the gift of Drake.
In fact, I wish that when you meet Drake that you'll become the muscle
man master of Drake's dreams, and that when you make Drake your slave
boy everyone will be happy and realize that this is the way things are
supposed to be. Now go, Steve!"
He gave the young gay nerd a shove around the corner.