"How about you let me go, you fucking faggots," you said to them, disgust in your eyes. These were the kind of gays that you hated the most. The ones that flaunted their homosexuality, as if it were something to be proud of. It just made you sick.
"Uh ... no," Ricky said.
"Oh, I've got a good idea," one of the other twink boys said, then swished over to Ricky. You hadn't noticed it before, but all of the boys in the room (except for you, since they stripped you naked) were wearing nothing but either a bikini thong or a speedo. Jeez, they were ridiculous, wearing skimpy clothes like that. And with their effeminate voices and mannerisms, they were more like girls than boys. The twink that had spoken up leaned towards Ricky's ear and began to whisper something.
Ricky's eyebrows rose up, then he giggled. "Ooh, good one." Then he turned towards you and smiled. "Here's what we'll do, honey," he said, grabbing something from the twink that just spoke to him. "This spray is special. Once I spray it on you, you'll be hypnotized and obey anything I tell you."
"What? You expect me to believe all that? You can't just spray something on someone and control their minds. That's just sci-fi bullshit," you said. But deep down, you're afraid. They obviously were planning on doing something to you. Otherwise, why would they have kidnapped you?
"I assure you, sweetie," Ricky began. "This is definitely not bullshit." Then, without delay, he sprayed you in the face with the spray bottle.
At first, it didn't seem to do anything, but then you felt dizzy and passed out.
"Can you hear me, dear?" Ricky asked.
"Yes," you said, in a slightly slurred voice.
Ricky smiled. "Time to give you a new perspective on things."