Well, now I have an inkling of how I got this way!  This is brilliant, and it appeals to so many of my desires, and makes me remember so happily an actual turning point in my life, where I might as well say it, I turned into a faggot. With a little tweaking of this story line, Mark and I, I know him. He is me too. I enlisted in the Navy right out of high school in 1967, just a generic closeted gay boy, but I wanted to pick my service since my draft number was very very low (in fact it was called up the following year). Being in the Navy wasn’t what I expected. First, It was fantastic, not at all something that I hated. I loved taking orders (made me hard). I detected a good number of guys like myself and we carefully took care of each other’s sex. This one older man, a Chief in fact, and I played around a lot. He was a lifer, and we went on a 6 month cruise to Southeast Asia and Nam. We played in lots of the plain usual ways, but mostly just blow jobs really. He started to experiment with hypnosis, and I was pretty darned easy to put under as it turned out. We had to put into port in Aussy World for a month for provisions and repairs and he said he had to introduce me to some old WWII buddys of his, so we want to this large dark kinda jumpin space one weekend. That’s where I met for the first time The Brown Bottle and these little glass tubes that you crushed in your fingers. It was the real juice and I don’t think you can get it anymore. As I think about it back then, it did for me what it does for Mark. I made me his faggot slut before the weekend was over. I did things I never heard of in northern Michigan, and I loved it. I pretty much became a ships boy after that, although I belonged to Chief and he controlled access to me. The only thing I wouldn’t do was scat play. I love him, even though he has passed away. And after that, Faggot became a title of honor as far as I was concerned. Call me that and I get a raging hard on. Ship board and shore side life was always exciting too. This story is a treasure for me, since many thoughts in Marks mind mirrored my own from that time. Questions, some confusing, and need, but I know I trusted him. The little brown bottle and my Chief made everything right for me. The first time I inhaled from that bottle, I had an instant orgasm. That has only happened a few times in my life. I can read this, and very easily slip into those memories and sensations. I can sometimes still smell the scent from decades ago. Thank you so much! cody

I loved it! hopefully you turn into a series, its nice to see a bottom daddy (and i loved the ending too)

Wesley, this whole series kicked some serious ass. Great writing. Thanks for putting it up here.

are there any more Adventures coming? And i agree such a nice neighbour

I wish I had a neighbor like that, very kind & thoughtful.

ohhh! its Hulk turn huh? This should be fun to watch...Maybe Thanos' next plan after the avengers, turning all the male super heroes to be his servants? im getting excited foe the next one!

curious to see the fat trucker coming back again. I like my men big hehe.

I wish I had a friend to do that to me.

Hi abdtiresias, So I wrote this story while traveling to and from work a few days back. I omitted the mental transformation bit as it was getting too long and even I was losing interest with so much details. Do appreciate your feedback and thanks for the kind words mate :)

Great start! Looking forward to see where this goes next.