Make Love, Not War
by Fahrenheit80
Martin Loughlin was raised in a strict community, surrounded by devout people whose sole purpose they saw in life was to spread the word. However, they weren’t the most tolerant folks. In fact, there were many things they considered to be threatening to their belief. Gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender people were among of them. To be more precise, they focused all their hatred on those ‘sinners’. And sometimes their response to them ended in violence. It went that far that a few community members formed a group and headed out to commit indescribable crimes as they thought it was the right thing to do to ease God’s anger over humanity. Martin became their leader - and he was the worst of all. Although he disapproved murder he didn’t mind to beat his victims until they fell into coma. One of them, a gay student, was crippled for life after his ordeal that took place on the fateful night Martin and his men abducted and tortured him in an abandoned barn for two days. Police turned a blind eye on the group’s activities. As a matter of fact, some higher-ups protected and supported them, making it almost impossible to bring Martin and his men to justice. Soon gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender people avoided the community for the sake of their lives while youngsters who realized that they didn’t fit their image of ‘purity’ were advised to keep it a secret as long as they were old enough to make an escape. And there was more than a few. Not only were they gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgender but men and women who thought that violence was wrong.
When Martin was twenty-two he married his neighbor’s daughter Hailey. Usually, wedding days were joyful events. To Hailey the moment Martin sealed their vow with a kiss her dream of a happy life ended. The following years she gave birth to three sons and a daughter. She loved her children with all her heart. But she despised Martin’s religious views. Moreover, she was afraid that her children would take after him. To prevent them from choosing the same path she secretly visited her aunt Madeleine who was exiled by the community when rumors were heard of her practicing witchcraft. Hailey asked her for help as she wanted to take the children to an environment with no violence and hate. Madeleine who was in fact a powerful witch didn’t hesitate to arrange their escape. But she knew that Martin would do anything to get his family back. And he almost did track them down – many times. Since the police couldn’t help her Madeleine didn’t see another way but to summon a higher being from another realm. It took the form of a muscular hunk in his 40s with arms and legs big as tree trunks, a massive chest, salt and pepper hair cut down to a Mohawk, a goatee, crystal blue eyes and a beautiful baritone voice that could put every man and woman to peaceful silence. He named himself Jeff Tanner a guy who didn’t hide his attraction to the same sex. On the contrary, he was proud of who he was and he wanted to show it to the whole world, in an attempt to encourage people to be true to themselves and to bring down intolerance he considered the worst mankind could ever invent. When Madeleine told him about Martin and his crimes he was furious as a drag queen after getting a bad review for her performance. His first plan was to throw that monster into the deepest pit of hell and allowed the flames to burn him for all eternity. But he changed his mind as he came up with a better idea.
Dressed in skin-tight rubber pants, a black tank top and shiny leather boots Jeff entered the chapel where Martin and his men discussed their next moves of clearing the area from everything they deemed impure. Luckily, he came to a right time as they were planning to get rid of all the African-Americans, Latinos, Asian people and Jews. His appearance left everybody in the chapel speechless. There was no doubt that they were facing a person they were taught to hate since early childhood. Still, nobody could bring himself to raise his fists to him when they experienced a feeling that was unknown to them until that very moment they looked into his beautiful eyes. Blue like the sky, they were hiding a truth, a light only a few people could see. To be more precise, it was shining for the ones who were lost in the darkness. Martin tried to restrain himself. After all, everybody depended on him. And if it wasn’t him to confront evil nobody would. He took his courage in both hands and shouted to Jeff: “How dare you to taint our sacred place?!”
Jeff opened his mouth and released a voice that that wasn’t from this world. Martin and his men were trembling when the words reached their ears, rendering them in a state of shock. “What’s so special to this place when it locks you away from the beauty that’s called life,” he asked with a confident smile. His fearlessness caused irritation among Martin’s men. At the same time a few of them started to feel admiration. After all, he walked around in that provocative outfit and didn’t mince his words. He had guts. That was an undeniable fact. All of the sudden the men who were drawn by his courage couldn’t help but to check out his muscular body, his broad shoulders, his phenomenal ass, the golden rings on each ear and the tribal markings that covered his arms, wrapped in black rubber. How did it feel to wear something that tight and shiny?
In the meantime Martin realized that Jeff was more than one of those ‘sinners’ he and his men used to hunt down. He had to do something for the sake of his people or else their whole world would shatter. “The beauty you speak of is nothing but a lie that leads us astray,” were his next words.
“You call it a lie. I call it a challenge that’s worth the effort,” Jeff replied. “You were born to find happiness. It’s a gift you shouldn’t reject. But how will you know what it is if you don’t head out to search for it?”
Martin, now furious, took a bible and rose it over his head so everybody in the chapel could see it. “You don’t need to leave this place and go down the path of sinners because in this book you will find all the answers.” At the sight of the bible Martin’s men became frightened. They were stricken with guilt and asked the Lord for forgiveness as they did something they weren’t allowed to do.
Jeff shook his head. “You rely on some written words,” he laughed. “Talk to real people, for a change. People won’t bite if you ask them nicely. Not all of them. You can’t hide from the world behind a book forever because you’re running out of time. And time is something you’ll never get back. All of you,” Jeff shouted. “You’re still young. You can still fulfill your wishes and become the person you’re supposed to be.” He climbed on one of the empty chairs and spread his arms like wings. Everybody who saw him was stunned as they were facing an angel. “Look at me. Do I look like I’m ashamed of myself? Do I look like I’m afraid of being me? I embrace my true self. And I love him the way he is.”
“Are you trying to lead us into temptation? Are you, sinner?”
“In your eyes I might be a sinner. But at least I have a life behind these walls. But you are trapped in a tomb whereas you hold the key to freedom. How stupid is that?”
“I want you to get out of here at once! Or I will show you no mercy!” Martin was losing it. In that state he was unpredictable and dangerous not only to his enemies but to all people around him even friends and family members. Jeff, however, was unimpressed. He remained calm and that was something that caused confusion among Martin’s men. They were experiencing doubt, becoming aware of their own prison, their lives that were bounded to the words of people who were dead for a long time. With that Jeff’s intrusion was nothing but a success.
“All of you, I mean you no harm,” Jeff assured the men who stared at him. “But from that moment on your old lives are over.” He climbed down the chair and stepped back, giving everybody in the chapel a tender look. “You will face your personal demons the next few months. And if you manage to beat them you will be released from your prison. That’s a promise.” Jeff’s eyes met Martin’s. The leader of the group held on the bible as if it was his most precious possession. “There is nothing to be afraid of. Just let it happen.”
Jeff turned around and walked through the doors that closed behind him, leaving Martin and his men in silence. One by one they went home until Martin was left alone in the dark, still holding the bible, thinking about the words of the man that entered his life without warning. A memory from his childhood appeared in front of his eyes. He was six years old. When he told his mother that he was in love with his sports coach and wanted to marry him she beat him with the bible while praying to God, asking him to destroy the demon inside her son. Even his Martin’s tears couldn’t make her stop. On that day an important part of Martin’s soul broke down and he turned into the monster he was looking at when he was in front of the mirror - every day and night.
Time went by. At first nothing happened. But after a week Jeff’s words claimed their first victims. Peter Sofer and Mitchell Pratt were one of the most devoted community members and two important men of Martin’s group. One day they disappeared without a trace. It turned out that they decided to pursue their dreams of becoming musical stars. Shortly, after arriving in New York they managed to get roles in a Broadway musical. Following that was the beginning of a successful career. Although rumor had it that they were secretly in love with each other they found their soul mates, and both of them started a family. The sudden life change of Peter and Mitchell created uproar in the community. They couldn’t believe that two of their loyal members would betray them. But it did happen. And people became suspicious. Could it be that their neighbor was hiding some desires nobody was aware of? Could it be that he planned to turn his back on them? Could it be that he was one of the people they hated? The community never got over with it. And slowly everything fell apart.
The next victim was the reverend’s oldest son who came out as transgender. He made his escape with an outsider he fell in love with during a weekend trip and changed his name to Wanda, ready to live the remainder of his life as a woman by the side of the most incredible man who wanted to settle down with him in a peaceful place, raising a family. When the reverend found out of his son’s ‘downfall’ he suffered a nervous breakdown. He was sent to a mental hospital where he met Jeff, disguised as a doctor, who convinced him to get out of the community and go on a journey of self-discovery. At the end he found a new meaning in live by joining a group of social workers who travel the world to help victims of natural disasters. With the reverend gone the days of Martin’s community were numbered. Martin’s men were consumed by their doubts until they realized that Jeff was right. They were prisoners in their own tomb. And they would die a miserable death if they stayed the way they were. One by one, they thought about their dreams and embraced them. Families fell apart when the fathers revealed they were unhappy with their situations and wanted to break out. Many of them found the courage to come out. Youngsters who were hiding their true selves finally got the courage to step out from the dark and unbearable place they locked themselves away. Martin tried to reason with the people of his community but to no avail. Jeff’s words were stuck in the mind of the men who witnessed his appearance and they spread out like a virus.
After six months the last family left the community. Only Martin remained. He kept hiding in the chapel, praying to God to give him the strength to destroy the demon inside of him that was about to burst out. Since Jeff’s appearance he was facing something he didn’t want to. The feelings he had were impure. At least, he thought they were. Every time when he was about to confront them he was haunted by the image of his mother beating him with the bible and yelling at him for being stained. Martin would always break down in tears. He knew what he was. But he couldn’t bring himself to accept it. One night, tired of the pain, he got drunk, and when his mind became numb he took out a razor blade. He wanted to end it. There was no reason for him to keep on living. His wife and children didn’t want to see him and the people he thought they were his friends turned against everything he believed. The world outside these walls terrified the former leader of religious fanatics. Deep inside of him he wanted to live, to start over, to find happiness as Jeff told him to do so. But he didn’t have the courage. There was still his mother’s ghost who beat the crap out of him. And the written words in the bible that used to give him comfort had lost their meanings. All those years he read them over and over again. However, he didn’t know what was behind them. In reality, he was bounded to an illusion he created. Now, that illusion was gone. Martin had woken up. But the real world was too hard for him to bear. He was thirty-two. He was overweight. His hair was falling out. He was old. Unattractive. Disgusting. He really had nothing to lose. He could die and nobody would care. When the razor blade was just a breath away from his arterial Martin felt a hand on his arm, forcing him to turn around.
There he was, Jeff in all his glory, dressed in the same rubber outfit back then when they first met. “What do you think you are doing,” he asked him.
Martin laughed at his question. “Are you blind or what? I’m putting everything to an end,” he said. “You’ve won. You took everything that was important to me. I’ve nothing.”
“Your life is the most precious thing you have,” Jeff consoled him. “Don’t throw it away. Because you haven’t seen what’s outside these walls. There is happiness – even for you.”
“It’s too late for me,” Martin sobbed. “Just look at me. I’m pitiful. I’m worthless.”
Jeff wrapped his arms around the spoor man, holding him tight to his muscular body, allowing him to hear his heartbeat and gave him a kiss on the lips, forcing his tongue into his mouth. Martin tried to get away from him. But he was powerless against his strong embrace. Then it happened. The image of his mother beating him disappeared. Instead, there was a sensation so strong that it covered him from head to toe. And before he knew what happened he responded to Jeff’s kiss by giving himself to the passion of his tongue. It was the first time he kissed a man and he wanted it to last forever. That was him. That was his true self. For many years it was buried inside of him. Now it was time to crawl out of its prison into the light. Martin sighed while allowing Jeff exploring him. His hands were stroking him up and down. Never did he experience such beauty. It was almost unbearable. He thought he was about to explode. Finally, he got the guts to touch his lover, his ass, his back, his strong arms and his spectacular chest, wrapped in shiny black rubber. Jeff was a man among men. But he was more than that. He was desire. At the same time he was full of pride. There were no lies in his eyes, only the truth.
“You still want to miss that kind of happiness,” Jeff asked Martin, whispering those words in his ears. With that the razor blade fell to the ground. “I will take care of you. I will stay by your side until you know who you really are. And I will help you become the man you are supposed to be. That’s my promise to you.”
The following months Martin went through a process of reinvention. Thanks to a special diet he managed to lose a great amount of body fat. Hitting the gym five times a week under the care of a personal fitness trainer he got in shape in no time. With strict discipline the fat guy became a muscle hunk while Jeff introduced him to a world he used to fear. Of course, there was much to learn. First of all, he had to get used to the idea that he was sexy. Every time he went out and visited a gay dance club men of all shapes and colors glanced at him, checking him out, talking about him. And sometimes they even touched his butt without asking. All those things were new to him. But he quickly learned how things worked and accepted his own hotness.
Although Jeff was eager to give him some extra lessons it took Martin several months to opened up sexually. It all changed after a hard workout that left him with a sore body. Every muscle hurt and he could hardly move a finger. Jeff’s offer to give him a massage was more than welcome. While rubbing him the procedure got really steamy when Jeff’s hands, covered in oil, touched some sensitive spots such as his ears, shoulders, legs, hips and his buttocks. By the time Martin relaxed, and in a moment his mind drifted away he allowed Jeff to do whatever he wanted to. His teacher jumped at the chance to take him to the next level. He pushed one finger into Martin’s virgin hole, creating new desires he thought that were impossible for him to experience. Then the second and the third finger disappeared inside of him. Martin was drunk from the sensation of Jeff’s gentle invasion. All he could do was moaning. In that state he was willing to explore his sexual preferences. Jeff, however, already knew them. When Martin opened his mouth he gave him a taste of his cock. At first he had second thought. But his reluctance was gone the moment Jeff’s finger hit his prostate, shutting down his mind and releasing the beast that wanted to be tamed. That was the first time Martin gave another guy a blowjob and it wouldn’t be the last one. As a matter of fact he was a natural cocksucker. With each cock that invaded his throat he got more and more into the art of cock sucking. And he really liked to swallow. To him, there was nothing tastier than a man’s seed. It was his ambrosia. In addition to cock sucking Martin got fond of anal play. His lover could fuck him for hours and he would still ask for more. Of course, the first time Jeff threw him on his stomach and intruded his hole with his monster cock it hurt like hell. But after thirty minutes of relentless pounding the pain subsided and he couldn’t get enough of Jeff’s tool that hit his button. He screamed to fuck him harder, to thrust his cock deeper into his hole, to increase the speed. After that night Martin tried out various positions and never got tired of being experimental whereas he loved to get fucked missionary because it allowed him to look straight into his partner’s eyes and to French-kiss.
During the process of his change Martin also adopted Jeff’s fetish. Within a short period of time his closet was stuffed with rubber clothes, pants, chaps, tank tops, vests, gloves and leather boots. He liked how the fabric wrapped his body. The first time Jeff made him try on one of his rubber jockstraps his cock sprung to life in an instant. Since then he preferred to be fucked dressed in rubber.
On the sixth month of their relationship Jeff shaved Martin’s hair and trimmed his lover’s beard down until there was only a soul patch left. As a result he appeared to be a few years younger. Nobody would guess that he was actually in his 30s. Later Jeff got Martin’s ears and nipples pierced while a professional tattooist took care of his arms and shoulders, covering them with black tribal markings. When his transformation was nearing its end there was nothing left of the old Martin Loughlin who used to be the leader of a group of religious fanatics. In his place there was a muscle hunk with a shaved head, plucked eyebrows and a leather collar around his neck wearing rubber day and night and going to the clubs to shake his ass on the dance floor, enjoying all the hot men around him who couldn’t get enough of his incredible body, his youthful face, his spectacular pecs and abs, his strong arms and beautiful bubble butt. A year ago if somebody had told Martin that he would join the club of cock suckers and earn a platinum membership that person could also ask for directions to the next graveyard. Now he was an out and proud gay man like Jeff, his teacher and passionate lover. In his eyes life couldn’t be more beautiful.
When Martin participated in his first Gay Pride parade he was as excited like a little boy in the candy shop. He and his lover were dancing on a rainbow colored bus, wearing nothing but black leather boots, wristbands and rubber jockstraps. Being two smoking hot muscle men they soon became the center of everyone’s attention. Gay men and straight women were lusting for them while straight guys admired their perfect bodies and the sense of openness they were giving off. A nationwide television station became interested in the couple and asked them to be the subject of a short documentary. For one week Martin and Jeff were accompanied by a small film crew that recorded their daily life. They even followed them to a gay nightclub where they engaged to various sexual activities with other men. However, when Martin was about to be fucked in sling they had to stop filming. At the end the whole nightclub scene had to be deleted from the final product since they didn’t get the permissions of the men who participated in the gangbang. During an interview Martin revealed his old life in a strict community and his involvement in numerous hate crimes. He assured that he was now a changed man who despised intolerance and wanted to make amends for his wrongdoing by organizing charity events and donating all the money he earned through his fetish performances in gay clubs and erotic trade fairs, transferring every cent to a trust fund he opened for his victims. “Back then I was in a dark place,” Martin admitted. “I didn’t know what I was doing. Maybe I committed those horrible things out of jealously. I couldn’t live the way I wanted to. And it was eating me from the inside. I was unhappy with the whole situation, betraying myself.”
“Are you happy now,” the journalist who did the interview asked.
Martin nodded. “Yes,” he said with a big smile on his face and took Jeff’s hand who was sitting next to him. “I’m the happiest guy in the world. I live life to the fullest. I go out. Have fun with my friends. I don’t have to pay attention to what I’m saying or to be afraid of walking like a big old queer. I’m in peace with my true self now. And I’m really thankful that I can be with the greatest guy in the world, living in our dream house, doing a lot of stuff together.”
“Like taking a hot shower or fucking in the grass,” Jeff said.
Martin gave him a shocked look. “I don’t fuck in the grass.”
“Oh yes, you don’t. I do all the fucking.”
“Jeffrey Tanner, don’t tell everybody about those things nobody should know. It’s inappropriate for children.”
“You didn’t say that when you gave me that incredible blowjob this morning.”
“I didn’t know that they were filming.”
“Don’t worry,” the journalist replied. “I’m sure it will be deleted from the final cut.”
“Oh, really,” Martin said. “If that’s the case, I love when he put his tool in my ass and fill me with his seed. And yes, we sometimes fuck in the grass.”
“Sometimes? I’m glad that you won’t get pregnant,” Jeff commented.
“If I were woman I would be pregnant all the time.”
“If you were a woman I wouldn’t find you sexual attractive. But sometimes I wonder. Are you really a man? Or a woman with a dick, Martin?”
“Are you trying to anger me in front of the camera? Well, that won’t happen.”
The journalist interrupted their conversation. After all, he had to make a documentary. “By the way, Martin, you told me that you were married and that your wife ran away with your children.”
Martin sighed. “Yes, that’s right.”
“So,” the journalist continued. “If she was right in front of you what would you say to her?”
“I would say that I’m very, very sorry,” was Martin’s answer.
The day the documentary aired on television Hailey was among the million people who tuned in and watched her husband’s apology to her. At first she didn’t recognized the man she was forced to marry when she was just eighteen years old. His appearance had changed since the last time she saw him. Moreover, she couldn’t believe that he was living a life beyond the borders of their community. It took her a few weeks to decide whether it was the right thing to do to contact him. Two years had passed and Martin was finally reunited with his children. His marriage, however, was over since he was in a serious relationship with Jeff while Hailey found love in another man’s arms. When their divorce was finalized Hailey and her boyfriend couldn’t wait to tie the knot. Martin and Jeff were invited to their wedding. Of course, they had to get there in normal clothes. No rubber. Not leather boots. That was something they weren’t used to anymore.
Before they exchanged rings Martin asked Hailey if she was sure to make the right decision. She could still run away. Her answer was ‘Yes’. “He is everything I’ve dreamed of,” she said with a smile.
“I screwed up, didn’t i?”
“Big time. But we can still be friends.”
“That’s all I want to hear.”
“How about some cake? You used to like chocolate.”
Martin shook his head. For two years he managed to restrain himself from eating sweets. “Jesus, no! I don’t want to be fat again,” he yelled almost hysterically.
“Oh come. Don’t be so… gay,” Hailey giggled.
“Mrs. Hailey Loughlin, are you a homophobe?”
“It’s Mrs. Hailey Green now.” She never thought that she would talk to him like that. Martin who was her ex-husband and the father of her four children was like the gay brother she never had. And sometimes he acted like a big sister. At first it was surreal but she got used to it. They even went out shopping together. What happened to the man who was the source of her nightmares? Honestly, she didn’t care for an answer. She was happy. And she didn’t want to change anything. The same went for Martin. He could be a big old bitch and an annoying drama-queen. But he was born that way. It took him thirty-two years to admit it.
In the meantime Jeff had a private conversation with Hailey’s aunt, Madeleine the witch who summoned him to the mortal world. “I didn’t expect an outcome like this,” she said. “I’m glad that you didn’t kill him.”
“It would have been too easy,” Jeff replied. “The very moment I set my eyes on Martin I’ve decided that I wanted to have some fun with him. You know, messing up with his memories and turning him into my lover. And he is a great lover. I couldn’t ask for more. Every day with him is a gift.”
“Oh boy, you really are in love with him.”
“He is my boy. Or should I say my pup?”
“If you two were straight he would be your wife. I have to ask you that question. Was he really a closeted gay man?”
Jeff shrugged. “Does it really matter? He is happy, isn’t he?”
THE END (for now)