Changing Tune

 

Alexei smiled as he finished a perfect pirouette for Will. His boyfriend sat patiently, impressed by the finesse and grace that Alexei portrayed. Alexei was a ballerino protege in St. Petersburg for the Mariinsky Ballet, and he was a very good one at that. Will was also a dancer, but dabbled more in hip hop and breakdancing. When the two met, it was love at first sight: a match made in heaven. However, Will’s crew didn’t exactly approve of Alexei. Dmitri, the bboy crew ringleader, hatched a brilliant plan to make Alexei a much more “suitable” match for their dear American brother.

Will had left the theatre about an hour before Alexei was finished with rehearsal. Swan Lake was an intense ballet that required a lot out of him, so he was absolutely exhausted as he began down the alleyway that leads to the street. Whipping out his phone, he shot a text to Will, promising that he’d meet him out in front of the Winter Palace, then on to dinner at the nicest restaurant around. However, his enthusiasm was cut short, when Dmitri and his band of swaggy breakdancers blocked his exit.

“Privet, Dmitri. What’s up?” Alexei naively chirps with his typical chipper demeanour, despite being met with Dmitri’s typical stoic facade. Crouched low to the ground, he says nothing but stares with feigned indifference. Alexei begins to understand the tone of the interaction, but not before Dmitri rises up, motioning for two of his crewmembers to grab him. A punch to the gut, and duct tape over his mouth ensures that Alexei won’t be going anywhere until Dmitri says so.

“You think you fuckin twink can fuck our boy? We get it: he’s gay. He likes taking the dick, and that’s fine with us. But it won’t be coming from you anymore.” Alexei whimpers, as Dmitri pulls out a pair of black headphones and a shiny iPhone. He places the headphones on his head, and presses the button. Almost immediately, electronic music begins to blare out of the headphones. 

The goons back off, leaving a seemingly emptyminded Alexei staring off into the distance. Each bi neural beat reprogrammed an aspect of his psyche. Hours of pirouettes and grand plies were replaced with sick windmills and locking. He forgot his rich family life in the mansions of St. Petersburg, and began to recall his humble roots on the streets of Singapore. His love of Tchaikovsky, Mozart, & Stravinsky were lost to the memories of DJ Junk, Zpyz, & Funkdoobiest. 

Dmitri nodded in approval as Alexei’s skin began to tan dramatically. His perfectly coiffed hair shortened and buzzed, and his lean frame put on thick, strong muscle. He began to sway to the sick beats as his eyes stretched and widened into a beautiful almond shape, while his lips plumped and nose flattened. His button up shirt and khakis were removed from his built musculature, aided by Dmitri’s minions. Out of an expensive Adidas duffel bag, they pulled out a deep, slim fit tank; with a pair of ripped up jeans to pair. The group simply handed them to Alexei, or now answering to the name Kai, who eagerly slipped on the well-fitted designer clothes. Kai pulled his $2,000 Officine watch out of his duffel, and snapped it shut, winking at Dmitri in gratitude. 

“Hold up, fucker.” Dmitri pulled out a shoebox, with the Timberland logo stamped onto it. “You can’t tear up the streets in those.” He pointed to the brown wingtip shoes on Kai’s feet, which made him laugh. He reached for the box, only to have it ripped away. “Hey, these ain’t for you. These old Palladium boots are too big for me. They should be your size.” Dmitri plopped himself down onto a wooden crate behind him, sticking his beat up old Red Palladium boots in Kai’s face. Kai seductively licked his lips, as he slid the boots off Dmitri’s damp foot. He put his entire face onto Dmitri’s sweaty bare feet, licking and worshipping his master’s sweaty feet. After a guilty whiff of the substantial footmusk emanating from the raggedy boot, he slid on the smelly yet comfy boots. “Alright, faggot. Go fuck your boy and report back. We got a lot of practice before the competition tomorrow.” Kai nodded like the good Beta he was, and began to walk out of the alleyway, but not before Dmitri called him once more. “Hey, make sure Will gets a good sniff of my nasty footsmell. Can’t let him get too comfy as our cumslut.” Kai nodded, and strode with his typical confident swagger toward his boyfriend, whose expression always melted into submission when he flashed that sexy smoulder.