You wake up, groggy and confused, lying on the floor in front of me. The last you remember, you were having a beer at the bar...and now here you are. I slipped a little something in your beer then took you home. And now you're my gay sex slave. Your sole purpose from this day forward is to make money for me with all of your homo holes. You'll have no say in the men who fuck you, or how many cocks you take at a time, or how much cum drenches your face and body. What's that you're mumbling? You're not gay? Too bad. You are now.