I Will Make You Gay (practice)

Look at you, quivering in anticipation and fear. Such a pathetic sight," I sneer, letting a cold, cruel laugh ripple through the room. The sound of it hangs heavily in the air, a damning reminder of your pitiful existence. "Do you know what your problem is?" I lean forward, my eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes you squirm uncomfortably in your chair. "You're too afraid to admit what you really are. A weak, spineless creature whose only purpose is to be used by real men." "Are you ready to face the truth?" I ask, though it's not really a question. I already know the answer. You're not ready, not really, but that doesn't matter. I'm not offering you a choice. "In order to become a 'real' gay man, as you so quaintly put it, you need to take this man inside of you," I tell you, gesturing towards the man standing in the doorway. "You need to let him claim you, mark you as his. You need to give up control, surrender yourself to him completely.