Chapter 3

“Mr. Leonardo, will you stipulate your relationship, if any, with the respondent?” Amy Tolliver probed.

“Yes ... I ... bullied him years ago,” Brett coughed very uncomfortably.

“And was this because you considered him unmanly?” Amy persisted.

“No ... not as such. It was because ... I was attracted to him, sexually, and I was ashamed of that fact. You see ... I’m ... gay. Not bi. Completely gay,” Brett clarified nervously, not looking Allen in the eye.

“Now, I know that this is an intrusive query, but we’re well past privacy issues at this point, so, Top, bottom, or versatile?” Amy continued her rather nosy questions.

“I’m ... pretty much a Top ... and I’ve wanted that fine ass of his forever! I still want to butt-fuck him, to be perfectly honest,” Brett cleared his throat awkwardly, “and I want him to suck my cock. He has such a pretty mouth! Such kissable, fuckable lips!”

“So, he is a guy, then, in your view?” Amy demanded.

“Oh, definitely ... I wouldn’t be attracted to him if he wasn’t. He’s just a twink, that’s all. A natural bum boy, a pussy boi, a pretty boy,” Brett blew Allen a kiss to his shock.

“Do you think that he’s gay?” Amy asked now.

“No, I think that he’s bi, but when it comes to guys, he’s an obvious bottom. Maybe even a power bottom. Time will tell,” Brett licked his lips as he repeated the word “bottom” twice, as if picturing Allen’s bare tush.

“Would he make a good sissy, do you think?” Amy carried on, much to Allen’s frustration, mixed with his relief at Brett’s words.

And his arousal ... what the fuck ... why was he turned on by the idea of being sodomized by Brett, anyway? He was straight, right ... right? Yet, he got very hard as he contemplated getting bent over and buggered by Brett. Part of him really wanted that to happen, but why? Why the hell would he want that? Was Brett right? Was he, Allen Gordon, bi?

“Sure, though I have no interest in doing that to him. I like him in his current, nancy boy style, a true bottom bitch for any good Top man. Allen, babe, if you ever want to, I can more than make up for bullying you in the past by bringing you pleasure that you’ve only imagined! I’ll bum fuck you into next week and make you think that bottoming is the only way to live!” Brett now directly propositioned Allen in ways that made him blush ... and Whitney mouth “call me” to the witness.

“Thank you, Mr. Leonardo. I have no further questions at this time,” Amy announced now.

“The witness is excused,” the chairman decreed.

“Call Sidney Terranova,” Amy urged him.

“Call Sidney Terranova to the stand,” the chairman ordered now.

“Mr ... Ms ... Terranova, what is your relationship to the respondent?” Amy struggled with how to address the androgynous Sidney.

“Sidney will do. I’m ... a eunuch now, by my own consent. I didn’t fight the judgment at all. In fact, it saved me the cost of doing what I already planned to do myself. At one point ... I went on some ... double dates with the respondent, to answer your other question. We were ... good friends in the summer after high school. And one night, we got so drunk after striking out with the ladies that we both ... ended up in bed together. And it was the best sex of my life,” Sidney admitted while lighting a cigarette and crossing their legs.

“Why was it the best?” Amy inquired further.

“Because it was all about the ass ... and the mouth. I sucked his cock. He sucked my dick. I fucked him in the butt ... and he returned the favor. It was incredible! In fact, I would gladly bottom for him in the future, trust me on that. And yes, he’s absolutely a man. I’m not, so I should know, right? So, he’s a little wimpy at times. That just requires giving him some confidence, that’s all. Or some brandy, which amounts to the liquid form of confidence. He’s just a guy who needs a little pep talk or something,” Sidney assured Amy now.