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Thanks to all of you for the kind reviews and the notes you've sent encouraging me to continue the story. I love sharing my twisted imagination, but it takes more than a few hours to write each chapter, so your encouragement is greatly appreciated! Thanks again to my collaborator, Mikki, who deserves credit for much of this chapter. I hope you enjoy. There's more to come if the interest is still out there:) *** College Changes a Boy - Part 8 Taylor Jordon Back in California, Chris was uploading the most recent photos sent by Nikki via his cellphone to an encrypted folder on his computer. For the past six months, Chris had forced Nick/Nikki to take at least one photo per day and he had them arranged in chronological order. He took a minute to review the transformation of this once cocky, homophobic jock. There was photo #1 - Nick shirtless. Tight muscled body. Brown tussled hair. Three days of scruff on his chin. Hairy chest. The arrogant jock. In #2, Nick was ready for a workout in a long sleeve lycra Under Armour t-shirt and long lycra tights, both in black. The arrogance was still in his eyes even though Chris had commented that he looked like he needed to "lean out" to properly show his physique in these clothes. That day began Nick's obsession with losing weight. Of course, Chris did not tell him that both clothing items were one size smaller than what he should be wearing and by removing the tags there was no way for Nick to find out. Chris would make sure his physique was always a little too big for his clothes! Over the next three months, the photos were mostly of workout wear. The lycra leggings became capris became bike shorts became short shorts. The long-sleeved t-shirt became short-sleeved became sleeveless became a tank top and finally a crop top showing his now shaved tummy. Of course, at this point, Nick was wearing Under Armour for Women! He had no idea. Color was introduced. The black lycrawear became white. That only lasted a couple of days. Because Nick was obsessed with becoming lean, he had abandoned weight training for longer and longer sessions of cardio. He was sweating buckets and, to his horror, discovered that white lycra became nearly transparent when soaked in sweat. He begged Chris to let him wear a different color. No problem. In the next pics, you could see bright red, royal blue, and then neon colors - yellow, orange, green. Chris was surprised that Nick did not object but then he remembered - at least they were not white! By week six, powder blue and hot pink had entered the rotation of workout wear and the other colors just drifted away. Chris had ultimately decided by week eight that powder blue would be Nick's new favorite color. As he scrolled through the photos he paused at some of the milestone days. Usually these had been the result of Nick failing at some task resulting in a punishment which made him even more of a sissyboi. There was Nick wearing a tight pink, Hello Kitty t-shirt and extremely low-cut jeans which exposed his belly button and tummy. He had thought about having Nick get his belly button pierced. He might still have him do that. There was Nick after his first hair salon visit. Bright blond streaks were visible in his styled hair. His eyebrows were noticeably thinned. He must have been wearing nearly twenty thin bracelets around his right wrist. There was Nick after his first body wax. Shiny, smooth, and skin a little red. It must have been a painful day. But Chris had insisted that he smile brightly for the photo. Nick had really screwed up that time and he knew he had to be punished. There was Nick in a powder blue spandex unitard with matching powder blue leg warmers getting ready for an aerobics class. These classes were added to his cardio routine in about week ten. It was hard to tell when 'Nikki' really started to emerge but there was a pic from two months ago showing him after his hair was bleached platinum blonde. You could just see traces of a little eye makeup, blush, and lipstick applied at the salon at Chris' insistence. And then there's the pic from seven weeks ago on the first day Nikki had a mani and pedi with his powder blue nail polish. Chris could see the gradual thinning of Nikki's frame in the photos. Most of his muscle mass had disappeared. Nikki thought he had lost only 30 pounds and that he now weighed about 150. Truth be told, the weight loss was closer to 40 pounds and he now barely weighed 138. There was an hourglass shape to Nikki and Chris guessed his waist was getting close to 27 inches though his hips had grown to 34 inches. Thank goodness he switched Nikki to girl's jeans six weeks ago. Chris looked at some of the cock pics he had made Nikki take. It was that stupid cock with a mind of its own which had started all of this. There it was at the start - four inches soft, probably eight inches when hard, surrounded by a thick brown pubic bush. Nick had been proud of that dick. A few weeks later, it did not look as impressive when Chris had insisted that he shave his balls and trim his pubic hair. Twelve weeks ago, for Valentine's Day, Chris had Nick shape the pubic hair into a heart complete with some red dye. And then, eight weeks ago, to match his smooth body, all his pubic hair had been waxed away. And every week his dick and balls were shrinking. The tight panties he now routinely wore where making his "boi bulge" disappear. Chris smiled at the pic he had just received. Nikki's boi-clitty (Nikki no longer thought of it as a dick) was barely three inches long and his balls had nearly disappeared. Chris bet that Nikki hardly even realized that he had not had an erection or cum for nearly four weeks. He figured Nikki was in denial as his cum became clearer and clearer, and reduced in volume to just a trickle. Moreover, Nikki only received pleasure when his boi-pussy was rubbed, licked, or probed - just like a girl. After Nick had nearly raped his sister, Chris had wanted revenge. It was fairly easy to threaten Nick into agreeing that Chris could take some control of his life. Nick was so worried that the video would ruin everything, he said he would do whatever Chris asked. Chris knew he did not really mean it. Nick was only planning to give Chris a little control. Chris knew he would have to take that first bit of control and leverage it until Nick was a compliant little sub sissyboi. Originally, Chris had a three part plan for taking control of Nick. The first was to restrict his sex life. Chris knew that a horny Nick was a more controllable Nick. He installed a couple of cameras in their room. Any time he saw Nick with a girl in the room or getting ready to jerk off, he interrupted with a text message and a request. Since Nick had to comply, the moment would be lost. Similarly, Chris installed TeamViewer on Nick's laptop. He could remotely control Nick's computer so that any time he tried to look at porn, Nick would receive a text message. Chris also installed a "net nanny" program operating in the background. Over time, he could put websites on a banned list. Nick would never know. Because he was horny, Nick would keep cruising the Net. Chris allowed him to look at lesbian, transvestite, and transsexual porn only. If he decided to let Nick cum it would only be to those kinds of fantasies. The second part was the smartphone that Nick carried. This meant that Chris could contact him anywhere and at any time. He could interrupt Nick's schedule and change his behavior on a moment's notice. Thank goodness for technology. At the beginning, he was sending Nick nearly 50 texts per day. Take a pic of the classroom. Take a pic of a boy in the class. Pick up the dry cleaning. Go to the library. These were meaningless tasks but they established a pattern of control. Gradually, the tasks became more personal. Nick liked to work out at night. Chris made him go to the gym in the morning. Nick liked to pump iron. Chris insisted on lots of cardio. Later, when Nick complained of sore muscles, Chris introduced Nick to yoga. Nick liked oversized t- shirts and jeans. Chris insisted on tighter and tighter clothing. Cotton boxer shorts became briefs which became bikinis and ultimately thongs. Woven cotton became poly/cotton blends became lycra/cotton blends became lycra and silk. Any objection from Nick allowed Chris to replay the videotape and make him submit. Any action not taken resulted in a penalty. The third part had been the most difficult to execute - better living through chemistry. He needed to add drugs to Nick's body to emasculate him. The answer was so absurdly simple - like many young studs at college, Nick almost lived on his protein powder. His stash sat in their dorm room unguarded. Though getting the drugs was a little tricky - thanks to Internet drug stores that did not require prescriptions - he soon had what he needed. Within the first week, Chris had added spironolactone and androcur to Nick's protein powder. These drugs would shut down Nick's testes and his production of testosterone. Over the weeks, he added a testosterone blocker. To help with weight loss, he added a thyroid stimulant, a diuretic, and an appetite suppressant. Chris did feel a little guilty doing this to the homophobic jock but he deserved it after what he did to his sister. For the first few weeks, Chris did not see any change in Nick but little by little, Nick seemed to become more compliant, quieter, more docile. Chris' suggestions were met with less resistance. Nick might have blamed this on the cooler winter months but he slept more and started to eat very little. Nick's weight loss accelerated. Two months ago, Nick came to Chris begging to shorten the term of his punishment. Chris had proposed one year at the beginning but Nick was becoming restless. He suspected there was one last wall of resistance within Nick which needed to be broken. To be honest, Chris was already pleasantly surprised at how much Nick had changed, but he also knew that his revenge was not complete. That's when he stepped things up a bit more. To deepen control, he turned to subliminal technologies. Nick's phone also contained his music library. It was simple enough to add subliminal messages to all of his songs. They were reinforcing Nick's desire to be controlled by Chris, to obey Chris, to do whatever Chris asked. As an early test, the subliminals told Nick to eliminate certain words from his vocabulary and replace them with sissy equivalents. Balls, scrotum, testes were removed completely. Cock, dick, prick, even penis became clitty or boi-clitty or thingy. Ass and asshole became tush, bum and boi-pussy. Shit, damn, fuck, and every other swear word became shoot, darn, gee whiz. And Chris added new sissy words - hun, sweetie, dearie, silly. It took nearly a week, then Chris gradually heard the change in Nick. That was all it took. Over the next several weeks, Chris expanded the number and kind of subliminal messages. They reinforced Nick's desire to become thinner, to talk more softly and in a higher register, and to become more stylish and well-groomed. The next phase of subliminals had Nikki seeking pleasure from his nipples, breasts, and boi-pussy, forgetting about masturbating or even to touching his boi-clitty. The messages also suggested Nikki be physically repulsed by manly things like sports, talk of sex with women, being hairy, working with cars, etc. Chris had considered using subliminals to directly transition Nick toward being gay. Then he realized it would be more fun, and probably more effective, if those changes were driven by Nick's needs. Chris knew that Nick relished being one of the cool, popular kids the whole time he was growing up. He had gotten used to being the center of attention and getting pretty much anything and any girl he wanted. Chris figured he could play on those needs and simply instill a more open-minded appreciation for beauty and sensuality in all its forms. As Nick's appearance and mannerisms evolved, he steadily lost his reputation as one of the cool studs in the frat. Desperate to find a new group of admirers, Nick started befriending the stylish twink bois at his gym. At first, Nick saw himself as being superior to his new friends. He knew most of them were gay or bi, and he wanted no part of that. With his growing appreciation for fashion and good looks, though, he had to admit some of these guys were kind of hot. With all his pent- up horniness, it wasn't long before Nick was allowing a couple of his new friends to give him a blow job. Then Nick's new buddies convinced him that it would only be fair if he reciprocated. One thing led to the next and Nick soon found himself feeling totally comfortable hanging out with a whole gaggle of cute twinks. Nick had always been competitive, and that trait carried over to his exploits with the twinks. Nick made sure his outfits and styling were always extra hot, just to prove he could flirt and win the attention of any of the hot alpha studs at the gym. Over the course of his first two months at the new gym in West Hollywood, Nick became one of the hottest, flirtiest boys around. He told himself it was just a game, but Nick soon found himself checking out the hottest guys on campus even when his twink buddies weren't there to encourage him. Nick was rapidly disappearing as Nikki emerged! Of course, to help things along, Chris adjusted the protein powder formula. He added three different powerful female hormones. In the most recent picture, Chris saw the large, silver dollar sized areolae on Nikki and the larger more pronounced nipples. Nikki hadn't said anything but Chris guessed that he was getting great pleasure rubbing and tweaking those nipples. Chris had been worried when Nikki had to return to Austin for the Summer Break. His transformation had being going well over the last six months but he was not sure how much power he could wield at a distance. Still, so far so good. And today he had news about Nikki's younger brother. What was his name? Taylor. He guessed he was just as arrogant and homophobic as his older brother. Taylor could be the key to undoing all that Chris had accomplished with Nikki. He had prepared some special programming tracks for Taylor and had made sure they were embedded everywhere in the iPod that Nikki was giving him as a belated Christmas gift. From Nikki, Chris learned that Taylor had spent eight hours listening to the first relaxation track. That was good. It had been written to make the listener want to become more submissive and compliant. It also introduced the listener to wanting to become more of a sissy and less like a boy. The trick was going to be getting Taylor to start listening to the "performance" tracks. They would reinforce the most drastic personality changes. After all, Nikki had a six month head start. If Taylor, or more likely Tay, was going to catch up to his big brother Nikki, he would need maximum performance changes. Chris would have to get Nikki to suggest the tracks to Tay. Nikki had also shared that today, without prompting, Taylor had drank one of Nikki's weight loss shakes. He even volunteered that Taylor wanted to lose some weight. Chris was going to shut down the computer and immediately begin formulating "protein powder" for the two boys in Austin. He would ship it express tonight so that it would arrive tomorrow. Nikki's would be in a powder blue container - Nikki's new favorite color. Chris felt Tay's new favorite color should be hot pink and grabbed that container from the shelf. If his plan worked, Chris might soon have two femboi's reporting to him. His last task on the computer was to create a new folder called Tay. Chris wondered how soon it would be before he would start filling it with a new set of cellphone photos. He would need to ask Nikki for Tay's cellphone number tomorrow. #### Nearly 1,400 miles away, back in Austin, it was the ninth inning of Taylor's baseball game. "Sterrike three. You're out," the umpire called. While Taylor's team had lost the game, it was his performance on the field that bothered him. He sat glumly in the dugout deep in thought about the afternoon which had just passed. As he boarded to the game listening to the new iPod that Nick had given him, Taylor had a sense of optimism. Sure, it was a crazy thought that listening to one track called "Maximum Performance" for thirty minutes could have that much of an impact on his game. Still, when he arrived, he was really hopeful that today's game would be great and help him get centered. The last couple of days had really rattled Taylor. He was so stoked to have his big bro coming homing. Seeing Nick at the airport, the blonde hair, his weaker body, that was weird. Then finding him in a bikini in a hot tub with that faggy next door neighbor Aiden, well that was really fuc.., ah, weird too. Nick couldn't have gone gay could he? Nah, that was silly. Still, he had the impression that he had walked in on Aiden and Nick making out. And now, look at him! Jordy (God she was hot) had suggested he dress a little edgier and now he had no body hair! He fell asleep with his big bro (or was that little bro) snuggled against him. This morning Nick made him breakfast wearing a white satin thong and matching camisole. And he was wearing a tight red thong under his baseball uniform. Taylor had been a little late getting to the ball diamond. People were rushing around trying to get everything ready. Taylor had taken a couple of bats out of his equipment bag and was applying a little resin so he could get a better grip. Owen Johnson, the star catcher of the team, threw a couple of bats toward Taylor and said, "Hey do mine while you are at it." Taylor's first reaction was to tell him to fuc, ah, drop dead. But he grabbed Owen's bat and started applying the stick'em. "Great Taylor, do mine too." "Yeah, do mine." "Here." The next thing he knew had a big pile of bats from everyone on the team. Usually the newest player had this task to do but, for some reason, Taylor just shrugged his shoulders and complied with their requests. As the home team, Taylor and his mates took the field for the top of the inning. It was pretty straightforward - three up, three down. Jerry, the pitcher, was throwing heat today. They trotted in to the dugout and Tay grabbed a water bottle for a drink. Damn, someone had forgotten to fill his. He stood up and started walking toward the locker room to fill the bottle. Jerry walked over and handed him his empty water bottle. "Taylor, mind filling my bottle too?" "Um, well, you know where the water is Jerry," Taylor mumbled. "Yeah, but you look like you are headed to the same place. C'mon. Be a bud. Fill mine for me too," oozed Jerry. "Well, ah, sure. I guess. But just this once," said Taylor as he took the bottle. As he kept walking, one player after another handed Taylor his water bottle. Most just grunted and Taylor just accepted them. He knew this wasn't right. The trainer should be doing this task but he guessed it wouldn't do any harm to fill these bottles - just this once. In the top half of the second inning, a player on the opposing team hit a high fly to his position in right field. It wasn't deep so this was going to be an easy out. He got under the ball and looked up. For a moment, he was blinded by the sun and he lost sight of the ball. It landed just a couple of feet beside him. He picked it up and threw to second to cut the runner to one base but his throw came up fifteen feet short and took a funny hop. The second basemen couldn't field it. What should have been an easy out had turned into a double and Taylor was assessed an error on the play. In the bottom of the third, Taylor came up to hit. He swung at the first three pitches delivered to him and missed every one. A strike out. This wasn't the maximum performance that he wanted today. In the bottom of the fourth, some of the guys who were not immediately about to hit took off their baseball jerseys and laid under the hot Texas sun to work on their tans. Taylor was about to do the same thing when remembered that his torso was hairless. Since he had no good explanation that he could give his fellow jocks, he decided he would have to pass on the tanning time. "Hey Taylor. Is my sunscreen there on the bench?" It was Owen. "Yeah, I see it," replied Taylor. "Would you mind bringing it to me? I don't want to give up on a moment of this sun tanning time." Owen just lay on the grass staring up at the sun. "I'll toss it to you," Taylor offered. "No. Just bring it here. I might have you put some on my back. You remember how burned I got last week." Taylor did remember that. He got really red. Taylor just shrugged his shoulder and felt it wasn't such a big deal to help his teammate. He could do a favor for a friend. He walked over to Owen and Owen rolled on to his stomach. "Just rub some on my shoulders and back, Tay." "Uh, okay," Taylor replied quietly. Only his brother Nick had ever called him Tay before. He thought he should say something but then he had to apply the sunscreen. He would say something about this later. The sunscreen went on smoothly but while rubbing it into Owen's shoulders, Taylor couldn't help but feel the strong muscles. Owen had filled out over the last year. As he rubbed Owen's lower back, he realized that his friend had a tight 30 inch waist and he could see a well-developed ass, ah, tush filling his baseball pants. Taylor caught himself perving on his teammates hot body and was mortified. He hoped no had noticed him checking out Owen's lean waist and bubble butt. Taylor needed to show he was still a tough jock, so he fell back on every insecure jock's favorite ego booster. "Hey Owen - did you see the trainer for that team playing over on the next diamond?", Taylor chuckled as he pointed to the pretty smooth boy wearing short shorts and a tight fitting t-shirt that left his skinny waist exposed. "Dam...ummm dang - that kid looks like he's straight out of that faggy teen club or something. Ha ha." Taylor knew that the sissy-looking trainer was with Brandon's team. That figured... at least half the guys on that team were gay, according to Brandon. Taylor had befriended Brandon to show he was cool and open- minded, but deep down inside he still felt superior to Brandon. After all, how could any gay kid keep up with Taylor, one of the most popular jocks at school! "Fuck yeah, dude. That kid looks ALMOST as gay as that fag that lives next to you! You know - that blond emo dude. What's his name... Alden or something like that? Someone told me they actually saw him getting a manicure in one of those girly salons down by the college campus. Can you believe that shit?!" Owen was proud of himself for joining in the sissy-slamming, even adding another sissy to the list to make him feel superior. Owen's reaction was just what Taylor needed. That reassured him that he was definitely part of the cool jock crowd, and not one of those swishy gay kids. Taylor wondered how the league would even let swishy pretty boys like that on the baseball field! "Hey Owen, do you mind if Tay puts some sunscreen on my back." It was Jerry. "Not at all. Could you help out Jerry too, Tay?" "Uh, sure thing Owen," offered Taylor. Before they had to go back on the field, Taylor had applied sunscreen to six of his teammates. The thought crossed his mind that he was glad he was not shirtless. He could feel the red thong riding up into the crack of his ass, ah bum. The guys might have seen the waistband of the girlie underwear. Truth be told, Taylor had also felt his dic, ah, pee-pee tingling a little too. He blamed it on the underwear rather than the touching and rubbing of his teammates. The rest of the game had gone the same way. He got to bat four times - two pop-ups and two strikeouts. He had another throwing error in the seventh inning. His head just wasn't in the game. Between innings, he put sunscreen on two more boys. When a teammate dropped a container of nachos, Taylor, without being asked, got a broom and cleaned it up. Owen had a scratched himself and Tay volunteered to get the first aid kit and apply a bandage. Tay's attention towards his teammates was also different. Jerry started doing some stretching to loosen his back. His shirtless flexing seemed to catch Taylor's eye and soon he was just staring at Jerry. Later in the game, Jerry was worried about a hamstring cramp and he asked Taylor to help him stretch it. This required Taylor to grab Jerry's leg and pull it toward his body. While he did the action the way he was told, he found himself massaging Jerry's calves and then his quads. Jerry seemed to appreciate it and Tay began to wonder what it would be like to give the pitcher a foot massage. For a minute he even imagined sucking on Jerry's toes in the ultimate act of submission. With his strikeout, the game was over. His buddies were offering each other words of encouragement as they headed toward the locker room and a post-game shower. Taylor knew better than to rush for the showers. For one thing, he was sure his performance had let down the team. He wasn't sure how he was going to face these jocks. For another, hitting the showers meant exposing his shaved body to his teammates and that wasn't going to happen today. No. He was just going to sit here and think. Lost in his thoughts, he thought he could feel someone touching his hair. He looked up and saw Jordon - his sexy next door neighbor. She was smiling sympathetically. And she was the one playing with his hair. "Oh, ah, hi Jordy." Taylor really didn't know what else to say. "You seem lost in your thoughts Tay. What's wrong?" asked Jordon. "I had a bad game, a very bad game," Taylor offered. "So you struck out. Big deal. It's just a game. How many more are in the season? Twenty? Thirty? You'll have a lot more chances to improve your performance," Jordon sounded encouraging. "Yeah. I guess you're right. I've just had a couple of weird days and I wanted this game to go better," Taylor said with a sigh and a shrug of his shoulders. "Weird? How?" Jordon was curious. "I was so excited to have my big, I mean, baby bro Nikki come home. I thought we would do all kinds of brother stuff but, instead, he seems more interested in Aidan and trying on clothes." That wasn't the biggest thing bothering Taylor but it was the most he felt comfortable sharing with Jordon. "Well, he is a cute kid. I really love his look. And speaking of looks, I loved you in those skinny jeans," Jordon was grinning. "I think it's kinda hot knowing you are hairless under your baseball uniform. Did anyone say anything about your shaved arms." Shi, shoot, thought Taylor. He forgot his teammates could see his smooth arms. So far no one had said anything but that did not mean they weren't thinking things. "Ah, no. No comments today." "I bet they never noticed. I know what will cheer you up. You should come back to my house and hop in the hot tub. I have a new string bikini which looks really hot." Jordon had very little interest in Taylor but her alter ego, Joey, thought that with a little encouragement, there might be interest in a feminized Tay. "I shouldn't tell you this but under my uniform, I am wearing a red thong instead of a jock. I don't know what came over me but I took it from Nikki this morning," Taylor said in hushed tones. Looking right and left to make sure no one was around, Jordon lowered her voice. "That's hot Tay. Can I see?" Taylor also checked to make sure no one was around. He undid the lace at the top of his baseball pants and slid them down. Jordy liked what she saw except this garment didn't seem exactly like a thong. It was made of ultra-strong elastic material. Tay's cock and balls had been compressed until they were barely visible. She knew instantly - Taylor was wearing a gaff. Aidan wore them all the time. If he could, Aidan would like his dick and balls to shrink away to nothing. She wondered it Taylor had the same interest. She would love to help him become more girly if that's what he wanted. "I love it Tay. Do me a favor and turn around." Again Taylor looked both ways to make sure they were alone and then he turned around exposing his bare as, tush to Jordy. She took a couple of fingers and ran them across Tay's ass. So smooth. Even a little girly. She had a dildo that would look great fucking that ass. She just smiled to herself. And from out of nowhere, she decided to slap Tay's ass. Taylor jumped a little. The slap did not hurt as much as it had surprised him. He also wondered whether it meant Jordy had some interest in him. He had assumed she would be interested in his brother Nick but if she wanted to party with him tonight, well, his day might end on a high note. "Pull those pants back up Tay." "Yes Jordy," Tay said. "For the next little while, call me Joey. I will call you Tay or maybe even TayTay. I have a couple of errands to run but let's meet back at my place in a half hour. I don't think you should shower here and risk having your teammates see your hairless body and cute gaf, er, thong. You can shower when you get to my place." And then Joey really surprised Taylor - she leaned in and gave him a big, sloppy kiss. His baseball pants were still lowered and he could also feel her touching his dic, ah, pee-pee. This was great. "Okay Tay?" Joey asked. "Sure thing. It's a deal. I'll see you in a half hour." Taylor was ecstatic. Jordy walked out of the dugout and toward her VW Beetle. For a moment, Taylor wondered what kind of jeans she was wearing. They really made her tushy look hot. Maybe she would let him try them on later. Or maybe when he had lost some weight. Taylor pulled up his baseball pants and re-tied them. He quickly grabbed his gear and threw it into a bag. He could hear the laughter from inside the locker room but he knew he didn't really want to expose himself to those guys. He pulled the iPod from his equipment bag. Looked through the tracks and chose "Maximum Performance" again. He really needed to get better at baseball before they kicked him off the team. He placed the ear buds in his ears, grabbed the equipment bag, and set off for home. He knew a longer route which would take more time. He wanted to savor the anticipation of what might happen tonight. If Taylor had looked back, he would have seen Owen walking out of the locker room. He was only wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. His darkly tanned skin glistened with shower droplets. His jet black hair had been roughly pushed into a style by his drying efforts. He had wondered why Taylor had not joined them in the locker room. He wanted to reassure him that having one bad game was not the "end of the world" and to cheer him up a little. Truth be told, Owen also had a little dominant streak and he thought he detected a submissive tendency in Taylor. He had mostly dominated girlfriends but he wondered what it would be like to have a slave boy. Maybe a sissy sub boi like that trainer for the other team, he chuckled to himself. He was eager to test his theory. All in good time he thought to himself as he walked back into the locker room to dry off and get dressed.