Designated Bottom Ch. 01

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No one was sure how it started. There were plenty of theories. Some said it was a secret government program. Others said it must be the aliens trying to make us all distracted before the invasion. After Covid, there were certainly those who thought perhaps it was some undetectable pathogen of some sort. In the end, there was zero evidence for any of these explanations. All we knew was that over the course of a year or so the world changed.

The first signs were subtle. An uptick in people coming out. Mostly as bisexual. But many folks were suddenly open about being gay. It should be noted that while attitudes towards LGBT people improved just because of the sheer volume of newly out people, there were still those who were not okay with this. A spike in young people being kicked out of the house. Some folks getting let go from their jobs just weeks after coming out for bullshit reasons. People were still people, just… more of them were okay doing gay things. And even through all the doomsday talk of those who protested against LGBT people living openly, the world did not end.

Divorce did spike as well, but for every marriage ended by a declaration by one (or both) partners that they were not sexually attracted to the other’s gender, there were just as many stories of newly opened marriages. Even polyamory started seeing a surge in public opinion. Husbands welcomed their wives’ new lovers. Wives found their husbands fucking a guy now and then. But that was just the beginning, so the fears at the time do look naïve in retrospect.

As you might imagine, in addition to the number of social issues as well as newfound community, there was also a stark increase in sex. And that posed its own issue. There were still people who weren’t really interested in sex or were sex averse. They didn’t disappear. And they were quick to point out that while the world was losing its mind in a second sexual revolution, they should still have the right to not have it be that way everywhere they went at all times. After a few years, things successfully reached a new normal.

Things were more or less how they had been, but with a higher percentage of the population being gay or bi or some combination thereof. Instead of 1 out of 10 people being gay, it changed to about 1 out of 4. Further building out those stats, 2 out of 4 were now Bi, and the last 1 out of 4 remained straight. That didn’t mean they were all out, but the studies seemed to suggest that was the newer breakdown. Many of the men who became Bi did hide it. They remained married. Even happily so. Their attraction didn’t dissipate for their wives. They just gained new appreciation for their friends or neighbors.

That’s when the second change to the world hit, and many people believe it came from a lack of action. Not a lack of action to revert things to how they were. The studies of conversion therapy showed for decades before this shift that conversion didn’t work. No serious policy maker or scientist would suggest it. No, the lack of action people believed to be at fault was the lack of those Bi men in acting on their same-sex attraction. Even that is just a rumor. Regardless, after the initial shock had worn off, the new issue presented itself with some men first.

As if overnight, men who the day before had been like everyone else, woke up to find that they felt different. They felt physically very well. Better than their whole lives. Their health improved remarkably. Those who were sick with chronic illnesses woke up to find their aches and pains had disappeared. They were physically stronger, and food allergies and sensitives vanished as well. More than that, though, they found themselves suddenly on the receiving end of a LOT of attention.

Men would rubber-neck to watch them walk by in the street. They seemed struck with a fixation with these guys that rivaled any attraction they’d ever felt prior and left it well behind. People wanted to help them more. Help them carry things from their car. But it was also rather frightening at times. The men enamored with them were usually polite, but even then, their eyes had a hunger. And many of these men feared being devoured. Not to mention, there were some men who were not polite, but that looked hungry all the same. Combined with the fact that regardless of their orientation the day before the change began, they all suddenly found themselves only interested in other men it became an overwhelming situation indeed.

And like the men who were enchanted by them, they found themselves in sudden and similar states of trance. What might have been a glance in the locker room to see what the guys were packing became far longer. The first reports were of men found in compromising positions in inappropriate places. And these men who experienced the second wave of change went by many terms at first. Submissives by those trying to be sensitive (though objected to by many of these men who might have been rather proud of their previous self-image as powerful dominant men). Those who were not turhal escort as keen to take these men’s feelings into account would call them worse things. Cumsluts, bitches, fags. Officially, they became known as “Designated Bottoms.” Though designated by who, no one could say.

The fear at first was that these men would become the norm. That all of those who had experienced a sudden onset of same-sex attraction were destined for this. Yet, the studies showed otherwise. There seemed to be no correlation. Men who had remained the orientation from before the transition found themselves becoming designated bottoms. Men who were gay before. Men who were straight before. Even some trans men found themselves succumbing to this additional shift. No pattern could be established.

And after a few years of this, they found the risk to be minimal. Only about 1 in 100 men became a designated bottom. Though, with their sudden appearance it did seem to raise the libido of all men. While before it just took a little getting used to, now men went from cumming on average once a day to feeling the urge three, four, five times a day or more. And when a designated bottom was nearby that urge was so strong it required actual problem-solving.

The world governments collaborated and came up with a new system. First, they needed to identify new designated bottoms as they came into their newfound status. That was rather simple as men could tell a designated bottom on sight. There weren’t any outward physical properties. No release of pheromones, no measurable physical attributes. Men said it was some look in the eyes that helped them see it, but what that look was no one could describe objectively.

Once you were identified as a designated bottom, then the government would put certain protections in place for you. Housing, food, healthcare, anything you could want, or need was provided for, with the expectation that the men in need of release in your local community would be able to find that release through you. Designated bottoms were never forced to do anything they didn’t want to do, including accepting these provisions. Even accepting the provisions didn’t require you to perform those duties. The truth was, that after an initial transition phase, the designated bottoms were usually more than happy to help the men in the community. That transition phase was difficult for some, and it could be quick as in a couple of days or take months depending on the guy.

Yet, it always ended. And when it did, these designated bottoms found themselves helping the other men in their neighborhoods, cities, counties to release their urges. It was considered big news when a new designated bottom was provided a house in your area. And how they helped a guy release was totally up to the designated bottom and the men in question. The only things off the table were the things the designated bottom rejected. And the truth was, after that initial transition period, there was very little they weren’t interested in doing (or having done to them). At least, that’s what the rumors say today, five years into this new world.

It all started in college for me, and since leaving school and joining the workforce. These developments were top of mind for almost everyone I knew and worked with. Though for me it was less stressful. For whatever reason, I lucked out and found myself as straight as I was five years ago, and with the average libido of a man then as well. Besides the world changes that everyone knew about, my own life changed very little except that chicks were more down to fuck. Women may have not experienced the whole designated bottom scenario themselves, but they were hornier on average than they’d been before all this.

I mostly fucked my way through college, banging any woman whose boyfriend turned gay, or girls who were looking for a bi threesome with their girlfriend. Guys like me who were still fully straight were a certainly around, but a much more rare occurrence. A novelty of sorts. So, it was kind of perfect. Sure, the guys with higher libidos were fucking five times a day, but it took over their lives. And for the most part that included fucking dudes. I don’t have any issue with gay dudes, and don’t think its gross or whatever. It would be kind of hard to have that opinion in today’s day in age (though that doesn’t stop many people). Given that I wasn’t even a little bi, though, it wasn’t something I envied.

Now I am in my late twenties with a decently paying job in sales. It wasn’t my chosen field or anything, but I make good money. And I live with two of my best friends from college. I am the shortest of the three of us at about 5’7″ and average body type. My roommates are Clyde and Art at 6′ and 6’2″ respectively. Clyde is bit built and liked to work out. Art has a bit more of a dad bod I guess. Clyde was one of the guys who became a little bi during that initial wave, and had no problem pulling dudes or chicks, but he preferred the ladies. Art tuşba escort was like me in that we were both still completely straight, but his libido is more in line with the other guys who changed.

Things have been good overall. We liked to go out to bars on the weekends or go hiking or camping. The fact that I live with two guys who are way hornier than me did get weird now and then. I’ve walked in on them jacking off in the living room more times than I cared for, but I didn’t want to make them feel bad about it. Clyde will complain every now and then about blue balls.

“Fuck I wish there was a submissive in our area to use…” Clyde said while we sat around the living room one Saturday morning.

“Didn’t I hear you with that girl from around the block last night?” I asked.

“Yeah, but I’m still so horny… it sucks.”

“Dude, you think you have it bad? I didn’t even get lucky last night. Had to wack off in the bar bathroom and then again when we got home,” Art added.

“I have no idea how you guys get anything productive done. You guys basically seem horny 24/7,” I added.

“You’re telling me! Luckily my boss has been pretty chill about my distractions this week, but I can tell he’s starting to get fed up,” said Art.

“Isn’t your boss gay? You should tell him there’s an easy way to fix the distractions man…” Clyde said with a smirk.

“Except I’m not gay, man. And if I did suggest that what makes you think he’d go for it?”

“You said he’s been chill but seems bothered. I’m guessing he’s the one thinking of it already!” Clyde chuckled while Art’s face grew red.

“Would you help out a guy on your team if you were the boss, Clyde?” I asked expecting him to say no.

“If they were as fuckable as Art here, probably!” Clyde elbowed Art while he said it and I started laughing as well.

“Well, I for one am glad that there isn’t a designated bottom nearby, because if there were you guys would be even hornier than you already are. I’ve seen your hard dicks enough as it is.”

“Man, you’re missing out. I’ve been with a submissive when I went back home to visit my parents and he was the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever fucked,” Clyde said with a goofy grin on his face.

“You did?!” Art said back.

“Yeah! Get this, the sub was this guy I knew in high school. He was like the most popular guy in school. Athletic as fuck. Got any girl he wanted just by looking at her. Captain of the hockey team. And straight as an arrow. Guess he turned sub a few months before I was home visiting. They set him up nice. Has a sweet house, and it is all tricked out for him to live in and fuck in. I went like five times when I was visiting. Used his gloryhole the first time because I heard it was him and wasn’t sure how he’d react to the scrawny kid who was his lab partner and not nearly as popular using his mouth to get off. Turns out he was into it when I came back the next day ready for his ass.”

“Damn dude… so he’s cool with the change?” Art asked.

“We talked a bit while I was there. Said it was hard at first. It was subtle when it started. He just woke up feeling really good even though he’d been out drinking the night before. He was only a little bi before it happened. Said he used to just like getting blown by guys every now and then. But when he walked down the street to catch the train, he noticed himself checking out guys more than usual. And not the kind of twinky ones he used to go for. Guys with big arms, chest hair he could see poking out of their shirt. And their bulges. And not only was he noticing them a lot more, they all seemed to notice him too. He had a girlfriend that he was going to propose to, but after three days of trying not to freak out and thinking it would pass, he went for a piss at work, and didn’t even notice he stood right next to a co-worker and started staring right at his dick as he was pissing. The co-worker noticed, and they made eye contact, and within moments he was pulling him into the stall and throating the guy’s dick. He’d never sucked dick before. The only guys he’d been with had been the ones to take his. But now he was only focused on taking the guy’s load.”

“This story is pretty gay…” I said which earned me a punch on the arm.

“No shit, dude. Of course it’s gay. We are talking about subs here…” Clyde said back.

“Was that it? After that he was fully cool with it?” Art asked.

“Not exactly. After he swallowed the guy’s load, they both felt awkward and left quickly trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing. Everyone’s hornier now, so random hookups tend to happen more often.”

“So, what? Could the guy tell he was a designated bottom just by looking at them like they say?” I asked.

“Well, I can tell you from personal experience that you absolutely can tell. Its hard to describe, but its like looking into their eyes gets you horny beyond reason and you can… just tell that this guy is ready to take your dick. But no, it was tüyap escort still the early days and while an experienced top could probably tell immediately, the random co-worker in the bathroom seemed to be as confused about the whole thing as he was. I guess it takes a bit longer for it to be apparent to all guys like it ends up being.” All three of us were quiet for a minute.

“Fuck I’m not even gay, but that story got me boned up,” Art muttered under his breath.

“You both were already boned up when we started this conversation!” I threw back and then we cracked up laughing. After a moment to let the laughter die down, I asked another question. “So, what happened for him at work after that? Was the guy weird about it?”

“Well, depends on what you think is weird. Apparently, this happened in the morning and after lunch the guy came back by his desk and asked him if he could help him with a project. The sub knew what the guy really wanted and was very nervous about the whole thing and especially as this was happening at work. The next thing he knew, though, he was following him to a single-stall bathroom where he blew him until the guy asked if he could fuck him. He freaked out and left, but by the end of the week he was back in the bathroom taking the guy’s dick and loving it.”

“Damn at work? Imagine being that desperate for cock…” Art said.

“You’ve seemed pretty desperate for tits before,” Clyde shot back.

Art took a beat and seemed to think on it. “I suppose that’s true. I’d probably suck on some titties if given the chance at work. Did anyone at work find out?”

“Well given that a week later it was now unmistakable just by looking him in the eyes that he was a sub, I’d say so. Apparently, his boss offered a huge pay raise just to hang out in a special new break room for him and the other guys to fuck so they’d have an outlet and get back to work. He did that for a while, said it got too weird seeing the guys in the hall and they’d all blush but also get turned on again. By this point his guy friends had all fucked him and he was feeling weird about the whole thing. Took him another couple of months before he finally felt like the dust settled and found himself happy with the new arrangement. Quit his job. Left his girl. He does a bunch of creative stuff throughout the day and night. Said he doesn’t need to sleep as much as he used to. And in between he gets as much dick as he wants.”

After that the conversation shifted a bit and we were talking and joking about other things. The day progressed as usual. It was a weekend, so we did some house chores, split up for a bit to do our own thing. And by nightfall we all got back together to hit the bars down the street and hopefully score. Though I had never seen a designated bottom in person before that day, we ran into one. I noticed him first.

“Hey Art, isn’t that your brother coming out of the bathroom?” He looked disheveled. Art looked up and confirmed it was his little brother Patrick. He called out his name and waved him over. And when Patrick saw us, his face went flushed. He looked panicked, but slowly walked over to us. I noticed that as he did several of the guys nearby looked at him with an open-mouthed stare. I looked at Art who looked at me a little confused. I noticed Clyde had the same expression as the guys staring at Patrick.

“Uh… hey guys… how’s it going?” Patrick sounded nervous. He averted our eyes as best he could.

“Not much, man. You out trolling for pussy?” Art said. It seemed like he noticed something was off, but he wasn’t slack-jawed about it.

“I- I guess,” Patrick replied with a chuckle. He glanced up but didn’t look either Art or I in the face. Instead, it seemed he glanced up at Clyde. And immediately looked back down afterwards.

“You should hang with us,” Clyde practically shouted. Art and I looked at him funny. “I mean, we live around the corner. So, you could crash if you get too drunk…”

“Uhm… thanks,” Patrick replied again not looking us in the face. “I think I’m gonna head home, though. S-See you Art.” And he practically bolted out the door.

“What was that all about?” Art asked. I don’t know if it was because it was his brother or what, but it seemed he hadn’t noticed all the stares. “I’m gonna hit the head real quick. Be right back.” And Art stepped away leaving me and Clyde alone.

“Dude, what the fuck?” I said to Clyde.

“Right?! Who is going to tell Art that his brother is becoming a sub!” Clyde’s answer confirmed what I had suspected.

“So, its true then? He’s a designated bottom?” I asked.

“Couldn’t you tell?” Clyde responded. I realized that I noticed the other guy’s stares, but I hadn’t noticed the same affect to my attention.

“I never got a look in his eyes, and it doesn’t look like all the guys around here were drawn in the same way. Maybe it is still early?”

“Huh… maybe that’s it. But fuck if I was horny before I’m even hornier now…”

“What? You can’t be serious! You want to fuck Art’s little brother? Is that why you invited him to crash?”

“Bro, look. I am not coming up with some big plan to fuck him. The fact is, when I see a sub, my brain becomes hyper focused and all I can think about is fucking him. At this point, given we see him now and then it is now only a matter of time…”

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