I turned him into a homosexual

The thrill of power and control has always been my kink, and I knew exactly how to use it on him. He was straight, uninterested in anything queer, but I had other plans. I started by breaking him down, stripping away his ego and confidence until all that was left was a shell of his former self. Then, I began my real work. I introduced him to the world of homosexuality, a world he never wanted to be a part of. I forced him to explore his deepest desires, the ones he never dared to admit. I pushed him to his limits, making him do things he never thought he'd do. But I knew he'd obey, because I had control over him. And in the end, I succeeded. I turned him into a homosexual, a slave to my every command. And the best part? He didn't even realize it. He was too lost in the pleasure, too addicted to the taste of forbidden fruit. And so, he remained my secret, my little gay boy, forever under my thumb.