The Irresistible Vortex

Chapter 1

Date: 13/5/2020

AN: Just the first chapter. Hope you enjoy.

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"I still can't believe they let you in without any fuss at all," Tutah said, chuckling, as he twirled his cranberry daiquiri, before taking a sip.

"Why? I look quite charming, don't you think?" Arthit Rojnapat smirked as he gestured to himself, sassily. All his friends only laughed, agreeing. Arthit really had grown into his soft look. Currently, he was sitting in one of Bangkok's clubs for the rich and famous, called The Vortex, in his oversized pink sweatshirt and form-fitting faux leather pants. While he was wearing a simple thin red collar on his neck, the t-shirt proudly proclaimed 'I Am Not a Toy But I Can Be Ur Boy'.

Knott too laughed along, "Seriously though, in all this time you are probably the first person who has entered this club dressed like this. You are definitely special, my friend." While Arthit was in his usual soft attire, the rest of the group had donned their best suits. Even Tutah was wearing a posh navy blue jacket and a silver tie.

Arthit chuckled, "That I am. But I don't understand why. I bet all these rich daddies here would have loved to meet someone like me.."

Even as Knott and Bright gaped in surprise, Prem just shook his head as he sipped his whiskey, "Well, I am just glad we didn't have to ask for Mork's help.."

Arthit frowned as did Bright. Mork, Prem's cousin who worked as the bar-tender here, was their fall-back plan if they had trouble entering with Arthit.

"Why? I thought he was pretty chilled," Bright said.

"He is, but he would have held the favor over me for God only knows how long!"

Everyone giggled. Knott raised his glass, "To Arthit! To friendship!" The friends toasted loudly. They planned on getting smashed today and help Arthit get lucky. It was a long weekend after all.

Arthit Rojnapat realized he was different when he started noticing a pattern in the kind of guys he felt attracted to. Oh, he knew he was gay long back, but it took him until the first year of college to understand that he was in fact a soft person, a baby per se. Over the years he had felt a tremendous attraction to confident, strong guys who always seemed to be in control of everything. There was one point when Arthit had felt that Knott would in fact be a good partner for him. However, that had faded quickly as their relationship developed into a strong friendship. Near the end of high-school, his fantasies starred men who cared for him and provided for him as well as dominated him in bed. He had researched BDSM and things but had quickly realized that was not his cup of tea. If it was, he felt things would have been so much clearer. He could just say he was interested in being a submissive in a BDSM relationship. Now though, it was awkward and difficult to explain that he was a soft submissive, like being somebody's baby boy would interest him a lot more than any kind of kinkier sex.

Arthit had also found out that he enjoyed wearing colorful clothes and dress in a soft manner in comfy t-shirts and fluffy sweatshirts and hoodies. He had started to enjoy collecting accessories like the rabbit slippers and kitty eras. He had a small collection of soft collars and stuffie head wears. He had a collection of stuffed toys that he usually cuddled with to fall asleep.

Considering the self-awareness that Arthit had gained early in life, one would think he would have been all good and comfortable. But that was not to be. Arthit Rojnapat was an intelligent and studious person who inadvertently topped every class. And as every topper who followed the wishes of his parents, Arthit too ended up in mechanical engineering. It was not like he didn't enjoy the studies and challenges. In fact, he even enjoyed the whole Sotus thing they had to go through. Most importantly, he loved that for the first time in his life he had a tight-knit group of friends. Since the first day of college, Prem, Knott, Bright, Tutah , and Arthit had become friends and had grown close quickly, so much so that they were now family. But Arthit in his heart of hearts knew the life of an engineer was not for him. He was a soft person by nature and the heavy-lifting that came with being an engineer was just not him.

As fate would have it, in the third year Arthit was chosen as the head hazer, while his friends were co-hazers. Arthit was a person who did not shrink away from responsibilities nor did he do anything half-way. Considering, the pressure of the studies along with hazing activities and more importantly the mental strain of acting tough all the time got to Arthit. He started acting weird as his friends noticed.

Arthit was slowly distancing himself from his friends, trying to cope with his problems in isolation. His friends had started to become concerned and finally one evening Arthit had broken down in front of Knott and revealed all. He had explained how his getting into Engineering was all his parents' idea and how he was not built to take the burden on the mental level. He had told him how the tough exterior was just a façade and that his personality was actually that of a soft person. Knott may not have understood everything, but he had realized that this was important for Arthit and had supported him.

Over the next month, Arthit's friends had tried to understand their friend's problems patiently. To the head-hazers' surprise, none of them had abandoned him, and that had made Arthit more confident in himself. Since then there was no looking back. He had stopped hiding altogether, although he realized it wouldn't be appropriate to flaunt it. He dressed in casual clothes that he felt most himself in, although he skipped the accessories for obvious reasons. The same became a habit even when he was home. And this way, Arthit had finally been able to bloom into the flower he was today, as Tutah said often.

Furthermore, Arthit's friends had found out that their soft friend in fact had a hobby and as in everything else he did he had some serious talent. Arthit loved to paint. Arthit had explained to his friends that over the years he had saved his pocket money and also worked odd-jobs so he could buy the supplies he needed to feed this little hobby of his. It was not easy to afford big canvas sheets and bottles and bottles of different kinds of paints.

As the friends had talked, Arthit had also explained that he would not be able to handle a job related to Engineering, especially since it was sure to cut into his painting time. After much deliberation and having convinced his parents somehow, Arthit had decided to take up a five-day a week telecommunication job, meaning a call-center job. With his gentle voice and patient tone, it had not taken Arthit long to become one of the highest-grossing employees in the company. This job paid well so he could buy whatever he needed and also left Arthit with time to work on his paintings.

It had been two years since graduation and all friends had taken their own paths in life. Luckily, all the five members of this little group were doing fairly well for themselves, some like Knott better than others. However, even after college, the friends had met up at least once a month and only recently had decided to make it a weekly thing. And this why today, at Arthit's insistence, the friends had decided to check out the posh club. Arthit had insisted that this club would be where he would find the guy of his dreams, and although some of them were skeptical of the claim they had decided to go with the flow.

Knott toasted ad thefriends cheered at having made it into the club even as Tutah stood up urgingArthit and others to join him on the dance floor. The Vortex seemed like a goodhang out place for the friends and they knew they would definitely return.

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AN: What do you think? Good? Interesting? I know this chapter is rather description heavy, but I hope you like it.

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