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Y’all guess what, after EIGHT long months, I’ve finally finished a new story. My G2S fic of Haza (Succuboyy on Twitter) is finally done. Press the link to read it and remember spread the word please

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64020109

[g2slove]

Magic, Darling

The door clicked shut behind him, and Daniel exhaled, tossing his keys onto the entryway table. The day had been long, the kind of long that made his shoulders ache and his mind foggy. He barely noticed the faint rustle of fabric behind him—a whisper of movement that didn’t belong in the stillness of his apartment. But then again, he wasn’t paying attention. Not yet.

Vanessa materialized in the warm glow of the apartment, her presence undetected. The air shimmered faintly, catching the light as she stepped out of the veil of invisibility. Her breath was steady, her eyes locked on Daniel as he moved further into the space, oblivious to her silent arrival. The scent of him filled her senses— pine and sweat, something sharp and human. She watched his shoulders tense as he shrugged out of his jacket, the muscles in his back shifting beneath his shirt.

Vanessa’s pulse quickened as she raked her gaze over Daniel’s broad frame. She had watched him earlier, unbeknownst to him—his strong hands gripping a coffee cup, the way his biceps flexed as he reached for something on a high shelf. He was everything she craved: primal, raw, and undeniably masculine. The dark hair that curled at the collar of his shirt, the shadow of stubble along his jaw—it was all so intoxicating. She couldn’t resist him. She didn’t want to.

Her bare feet made no sound as she closed the distance between them, her movements fluid and predatory. She was mere inches away now, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. Her fingers itched to touch him, to feel his skin beneath her palms. She hesitated, savoring the anticipation, the electric charge in the air.

Vanessa’s lips curved into a sly smile as she extended her hand, fingers twisting delicately in the air. A soft, golden glow emanated from her palm, swirling like smoke before disappearing into the space between them. The spell settled over Daniel like an invisible mist, intoxicating, irresistible. His shoulders stiffened, then relaxed as a low groan escaped his lips. Slowly, he turned, his eyes widening as they fell upon her.

She stood there, radiant and untamed, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her piercing gaze locked onto his.

Daniel’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling as the spell tightened its grip. His steps were deliberate, determined, as he closed the distance between them. Without hesitation, he scooped her into his arms, his hands gripping her waist as their lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss. Vanessa moaned into him, her body arching as his fingers tangled in her hair.

Their hands moved frantically, tearing at clothes, desperate for skin. everything quickly discarded and all pooled at their feet, until they stood there, naked and vulnerable. Vanessa’s breath came in shallow gasps as her eyes raked over his body—his muscular chest, the trail of hair leading down to his rock-hard cock.

Her hand reached out, wrapping around him, and Daniel gasped, his head falling back. But then, something shifted. His eyes flickered, confusion clouding his features as the spell momentarily lost its hold. “I’m gay!” he blurted, his voice strangled. “What’s happening to me?”

Vanessa’s lips curled into a wicked grin, her grip on him tightening. “Magic, darling,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

The spell seized him again, golden tendrils of light swirling violently in the air around Vanessa, wrapping Daniel in a heat that sank into his bones like molten steel. His thoughts dissolved, buried under a flood of raw, carnal instinct. “Kiss me,” she whispered, her voice a low, throaty command. Her breath was hot against his mouth, her lips hovering just out of reach until he leaned in, desperate. His hands found her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as their mouths crashed together. She tasted like honey

Vanessa’s mind raced even as her body pressed into Daniel’s, their lips locked in a fevered dance. “Gay?” The confession had startled her, but only for a moment. Her magic didn’t discriminate. His orientation was irrelevant now; her power was absolute. She had seen the way he carried himself earlier, the confidence in his stride, the strength in his hands. He exuded a raw magnetism that had drawn her in like a moth to a flame. No, it didn’t matter that he was gay. She didn’t care. Her blood burned with hunger, and she wasn’t about to let his sexuality stand in her way.

Her lips broke from his, trailing down the line of his jaw, the stubble rough against her mouth. The spell pulsed around them, thickening the air with heat.

Vanessa’s hands slid down Daniel’s chest, her nails raking lightly over his skin as she pulled him closer. The spell still coiled around him, a golden mist that blurred the edges of his thoughts, though faint cracks were beginning to form in its hold. She pressed her body flush against his, her full, soft curves molding to his muscled frame. “Suck my tits,” she commanded, her voice low and sultry, dripping with a need that made her own breath hitch.

Daniel hesitated, his mind flickering with the faintest glimmer of resistance. It was there—a whisper of “I’m gay, this isn’t me”—but it was drowned out by the overwhelming pull of her magic. His lips moved of their own accord, drawn to the plump swell of her breast. His mouth closed around her nipple, warm and wet, and she let out a soft gasp, her fingers tangling in his hair. He sucked hard, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She arched into him, her breath coming in shallow pants. “Yes, just like that,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

He pulled away for a moment, a string of saliva connecting his lips to her skin. Then, to her surprise, he spat on her breasts, the act crude and primal, and she let out a breathless laugh. “Oh, you’re a filthy one, aren’t you?” she teased, her voice thick with arousal. His hands moved to cup her breasts, squeezing them together, and he buried his face between them, his lips and tongue working in a messy, frenzied rhythm. The sound he made—a low, guttural groan—sent a shiver down her spine.

Vanessa’s fingers tightened in his hair, guiding him, urging him on. “God, you’re so good at this,” she moaned, her head falling back as the pleasure built. But her hunger wasn’t satisfied yet. She needed more. “It’s time to fuck me,” she said, her voice sharp with urgency.

Daniel’s eyes met hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of hesitation. But then the spell surged again, and he obeyed, his hands gripping her hips as he lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as he carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, her back sinking into the mattress, and then he was on top of her, his body moving with a fierce, animalistic need.

He lined himself up with her entrance, his cock hard and throbbing. Vanessa’s breath caught, her body trembling with anticipation. “Do it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Fuck me.”

And he did.

Daniel thrust into her without hesitation, his hips slamming against hers with a force that drove the air from her lungs. Vanessa cried out, her nails digging into his back as she clawed at him, desperate to pull him closer. He fucked her like a man possessed, his movements wild and unrelenting. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound swallowed by their ragged breaths and the wet slap of skin on skin.

Vanessa’s head spun, her body aflame with pleasure. She could feel the spell beginning to fray, its hold on him weakening, but Daniel didn’t stop. He groaned low in his throat, his pace only growing more frantic. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her voice breaking with each thrust. Her hips rose to meet his, her body moving in perfect sync with his.

But then, as the pleasure built to a fever pitch, she saw it—a flash of uncertainty in his eyes. The spell was fading, and with it, the compulsion that had driven him to her. Yet, even as his mind began to clear, his body didn’t stop. The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming. He was too far gone.

“I—I can’t—” he stammered, his voice hoarse.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her hands grabbing his face, forcing him to look at her. “Please, don’t stop.”

And he didn’t. His pace only grew more frenzied, his thrusts deeper, harder. Vanessa could feel herself teetering on the edge, her body coiling tight like a spring. She was so close. So close.

And then the door opened.

The sound of the door creaking open was like a gunshot in the otherwise silent room. Daniel froze, his body going rigid. Vanessa’s eyes flew open, her breath catching in her throat.

“Daniel?” a soft, lilting voice called from the doorway.

Daniel turned his head, his eyes widening in horror. There, standing in the doorway, was a slender young man with delicate features and wide, shocked eyes. His boyfriend.

“W—what the fuck is going on?” the boy stammered, his voice high and trembling.

Daniel’s body jerked as the realization hit him, and he pulled out of Vanessa with a wet, obscene sound. He stared at his boyfriend, his face pale, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the words.

“I… I don’t—” Daniel began, his voice breaking.

But Vanessa wasn’t about to let this moment slip away. Her hand shot out, grabbing his wrist, and she pulled him back to her, her lips brushing against his ear. “Don’t you dare stop,” she hissed, her voice low and commanding. “You’re not done yet.”

Daniel hesitated, his body trembling with conflicting emotions. But then, to her surprise, he gave in.

“Just… just give me a second,” Daniel said to his boyfriend, his voice strained.

“A second?” the boy screeched, his voice cracking. “Are you serious right now?”

The room was heavy with tension, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. Daniel’s boyfriend stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock and betrayal. Vanessa smirked, her lips curving into a wicked grin as she raised her hand, her fingers twirling in the air. A shimmering gold glow erupted from her palm, enveloping the boyfriend in an invisible force. He gasped, his body stiffening as the spell took hold, rendering him immobile.

“What… what have you done to me?” the boyfriend stammered, his voice trembling with panic. “Who are you? What are you?”

Vanessa’s laughter echoed through the room, low and sultry. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. “You’re about to witness something… transformative.”

Daniel turned back to Vanessa. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling as he moved toward her once more. His hands found her hips, gripping them tightly as he positioned himself between her legs. His cock throbbed, hard and desperate, as he pushed himself inside her with a groan. Vanessa arched her back, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she let out a satisfied moan.

“That’s it,” she whispered, her voice a seductive murmur against his ear. “Let go, Daniel. Give yourself to me completely.”

Daniel obeyed, his hips thrusting in a frantic rhythm, his body moving with a primal urgency that he couldn’t resist. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with Vanessa’s soft moans and Daniel’s ragged breaths. His boyfriend watched, horrified, unable to look away as the scene unfolded before him.

“Daniel, stop!” the boyfriend pleaded, his voice cracking. “This isn’t you!”

Daniel’s head snapped toward his boyfriend, his eyes glazed with lust, his hips still slamming into Vanessa with unrelenting force. Sweat dripped down his temples as he paused for the briefest moment, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. “I didn’t want this at first,” he admitted, his voice low and rough, almost unrecognizable. “She was in control… but she’s not anymore.” His gaze flicked back to Vanessa, who was sprawled beneath him, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in a wicked smile. “I want this now,” he growled. “It feels too good.”

With that, he shoved himself deeper into her, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. Vanessa moaned, her fingers clawing at his back as she egged him on, whispering filthy encouragements into his ear. The air was thick with the sound of skin slapping against skin, of their breaths mingling in a symphony of pleasure and chaos.

Daniel’s body tensed, his hips stuttering as he came with a guttural groan, burying himself as deeply as he could inside her. He held there, his chest heaving, his muscles trembling as the waves of his release crashed over him. For a moment, everything was still—the room, the air, the tension between them—and then, without warning, Daniel jumped back.

His eyes were wild, his face lit with a strange, almost manic excitement. He didn’t waste a second before dropping to his knees between Vanessa’s thighs, his hands gripping her hips to keep her still as he dove in. Vanessa gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he began to lap at her, his tongue working eagerly to clean every drop of his own release from her. The sight was obscene, the way he devoured her like she was the most delectable thing he’d ever tasted.

Vanessa stared down at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to process what was happening. This wasn’t part of the spell. The spell was supposed to make him find her irresistible, yes, but it wasn’t supposed to… to change him. It wasn’t supposed to rewrite who he was, to erase his sexuality and replace it with something entirely new. And yet, here he was, his eyes glowing faintly gold as he smirked up at her from between her legs, his expression one of pure, unadulterated satisfaction.

Her heart raced, her mind spinning as she realized the truth. She’d done this. Her magic, her power—it had been stronger than she’d ever imagined. She’d altered him on a fundamental level, bending his desires to her will in a way that went far beyond simple attraction. She’d transformed him, and the knowledge sent a shiver of both fear and exhilaration coursing through her.

“Daniel,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to regain her composure. “Do you… do you feel different?”

He pulled back, his lips glistening, his golden eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. “Different?” he repeated, his voice deep and rough, almost a growl. “Yes.” He leaned in, his hands sliding up her thighs as he nipped at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. “I feel… alive. I feel like I’ve been sleeping my whole life, and now I’m finally awake.”

Daniel lifted his head, his lips still glistening as he turned to face his boyfriend. The golden glow in his eyes burned brighter, almost predatory, as they locked onto the man who had once shared his bed. His boyfriend stared back, frozen in place, his face pale with shock and fear.

“She made it so I’m not a faggot like you anymore,” Daniel said, his voice cold and cutting, each word dripping with contempt. The room seemed to shrink, the air turning heavy with tension as the words hung between them like a blade.

His boyfriend flinched as if he’d been struck, his hands trembling at his sides. “Daniel, no,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “That’s not… that’s not who you are.”

Daniel rose to his feet, his movements fluid and deliberate, his body radiating a newfound confidence. He stepped closer, his golden eyes never leaving his boyfriend’s face. “It was who I was,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “But now? Now I’m free. Free of you, free to be with her—” he gestured toward her without looking back, a flicker of reverence in his tone, “—she’s shown me what I’m really meant for.”

His boyfriend took a step back, his chest heaving as panic set in. “This… this isn’t real,” he stammered. “Whatever she’s done to you—it’s not you. You have to fight it!”

Daniel’s lips curled into a cruel smile as he closed the distance between them, his hands tightening at his sides. “Oh, it’s real,” he said, his voice low and sinister. “And I’m not fighting it. I’m embracing it. ”

He reached out, grabbed his boyfriend by the collar, and shoved him backward with a force that sent him stumbling into the wall. “Get out,” Daniel growled, his golden eyes blazing.

His boyfriend didn’t need to be told twice. With one last terrified glance, he turned and bolted from the room, leaving Daniel and Vanessa alone. Daniel exhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling as he turned back to Vanessa, his golden eyes softening as they met hers. “Now,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “where were we?”

Outside the apartment, the boyfriend slumped against the wall, his face buried in his hands. The muffled sounds of Vanessa’s moans and Daniel’s growls seeped through the door, each one a dagger to his heart. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he struggled to make sense of what had just happened—how the man he loved had turned into someone unrecognizable, cruel and consumed by something dark.

But then, something shifted. A faint warmth spread through his chest, subtle at first, like the first rays of sunlight breaking through a storm. He froze, his breath hitching as the sensation grew stronger, more intense. His hands dropped to his sides, trembling as he looked down at his chest. Beneath his shirt, a soft golden glow began to pulse, radiating outward with an almost hypnotic rhythm.

His tears dried instantly, replaced by a strange, tingling energy that coursed through his veins. His mind, once clouded with despair, suddenly felt sharp, clear, and… powerful. He stood up slowly, his movements deliberate, his posture straightening as if an invisible weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

The golden glow intensified, spreading up his neck and into his eyes. His irises shimmered, shifting from their natural color to a brilliant, molten gold. He blinked, his vision sharpening as if seeing the world for the first time. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, small at first, but quickly widening into a grin of pure, unadulterated confidence.

He wiped the last traces of tears from his face with the back of his hand, his touch firm and decisive. The sound of Vanessa and Daniel’s passion no longer filled him with pain; instead, it fueled something deep within him—a hunger, a need. He rolled his shoulders, feeling the strength in his body, the power thrumming beneath his skin.

With a newfound swagger, he pushed off the wall and walked away, his steps steady and purposeful. The spell had passed into him, and with it came a transformation he couldn’t yet fully understand. But one thing was certain: he wasn’t the same man who had stumbled out of that apartment moments ago.

And wherever he was going, whatever he was becoming, it was only the beginning.

[g2slove]

Experiment No. 5

The bass thumped through the club, vibrating in my chest as I swayed to the rhythm, my hips instinctively moving to the beat. My friends, Jenna and Lila, were giggling beside me, their drinks sloshing slightly as they danced. The air was thick with sweat and the faint scent of fruity cocktails, the strobe lights casting erratic shadows across the packed dance floor. I’d been here a hundred times before, but tonight felt… different. There was an electricity in the air, a tension that made my skin prickle with anticipation.

Across the room, I caught his eye. Ethan. He was leaning casually against the bar, his dark hair tousled, his shirt just tight enough to hint at the muscles beneath. When our eyes met, he smirked, and my stomach did a flip. I’d seen him around before, but we’d never spoken. There was something about the way he looked at me tonight, though—like he’d already decided what was going to happen.

“Go talk to him,” Jenna urged, nudging me with her elbow. Her cheeks were flushed from the vodka cranberry she’d been nursing all night. “He’s been staring at you since we walked in.”

I hesitated, but only for a moment. The music shifted, the beat dropping into something slower, sultrier. Ethan pushed off the bar and started walking toward me, his movements fluid and deliberate. My heart raced as he closed the distance, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and smooth, barely audible over the music. He was close enough now that I could smell the faint hint of cologne on him, something woodsy and intoxicating.

“Hey,” I echoed, my voice a little breathless. He reached out, his hand brushing against my waist, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“You look like you could use a dance,” he said, his lips curling into a smirk.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. My body moved instinctively, gravitating toward him as the music pulsed around us. His hands found my hips, and I slid mine around his neck, our bodies pressed together as we swayed to the rhythm. The heat between us was undeniable, the tension building with every beat.

His lips brushed against my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice sending a jolt of electricity through me.

I didn’t respond—I didn’t need to. Our lips met in a hungry kiss, the world around us fading into the background. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I opened for him, our kiss deepening as the music swelled around us. His hands slid lower, gripping my ass as he pulled me closer, our bodies grinding together in a way that left no doubt about what we both wanted.

The DJ’s voice cut through the haze of desire, his voice booming over the speakers. “Ten!” he shouted, the crowd roaring in response.

I barely registered the countdown, too caught up in the heat of the moment. Ethan’s lips moved to my neck, his tongue tracing a path along my collarbone as his hands explored my body.

“Nine!” the crowd shouted, their voices a distant hum in the back of my mind.

I could feel the tension building, the energy in the club reaching a fever pitch. My fingers tangled in Ethan’s hair, pulling him closer as his lips found mine again.

“Eight!”

“Seven!”

“Six!”

The numbers blurred together, the anticipation in the air almost palpable. Ethan’s hands were everywhere, his touch electric, his lips trailing fire across my skin.

“Five!”

“Four!”

“Three!”

The music reached a crescendo, the bass pounding in time with my racing heart. Ethan’s lips were on mine again, our kiss almost frantic now, our bodies pressed together so tightly I could feel every inch of him.

“Two!”

“One!”

The DJ’s voice roared over the speakers, and the second the countdown hit zero, the club was enveloped in a thick, swirling mist. It was sudden, disorienting, the fog so dense I could barely see Ethan in front of me. The air felt charged, strange, like the atmosphere itself had shifted.

I blinked, trying to clear my vision, and when the fog finally began to dissipate, something felt… off. The taste of Ethan’s kiss lingered on my lips, but the desire that had been coursing through me moments ago had been replaced by something else—something primal, urgent, and entirely new.

I turned, my eyes locking onto Jenna. She was standing nearby, her eyes wide, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. The sight of her sent a surge of heat through me, a hunger I couldn’t explain. It was like a switch had been flipped, every thought in my head consumed by the need to have her.

“Jenna,” I growled, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears.

She turned to me, her lips parting in surprise, but before she could say anything, I was on her. My hands grabbed her hips, pulling her against me, my lips covering hers in a searing kiss. She gasped, her hands flying to my shoulders, but I didn’t give her a chance to protest. My fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back as my lips trailed down her neck, biting and sucking at her skin.

“What are you—mmph!” Jenna started to say, but I cut her off with another kiss, my tongue plunging into her mouth as my hands began to tear at her clothes. The fabric of her dress ripped easily, the sound of it tearing drowned out by the roar of the music and the heavy pounding of my heart.

“I need you,” I growled, my voice rough with desire. My hands were everywhere, touching, groping, claiming her. I could feel her trembling beneath me, but she wasn’t pulling away. Her body was responding to mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps as I pushed her back against the wall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ethan with Lila. He had her pinned against the bar, his hands gripping her head as he thrust into her mouth. Lila’s eyes were wide, but she wasn’t resisting, her lips wrapped around him as he groaned loudly.

“This slut’s mouth feels better than yours would’ve,” Ethan snarled, his voice dripping with lust and something darker—something almost cruel.

The words sent a shiver of arousal through me, but I didn’t have time to dwell on them. Jenna was arching into me, her hands clawing at my back as I claimed her mouth again. The taste of her was intoxicating, her body soft and yielding beneath mine. I could feel the wetness between her thighs, and the thought of how she’d feel around me made me groan with need.

My hands slid lower, gripping her ass as I lifted her, pressing her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her nails digging into my shoulders as I ground against her. The friction was maddening, the heat between us overwhelming.

“Fuck me,” Jenna whispered, her voice trembling with need. Her eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen from my kisses. “Please.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. My hands fumbled with my belt, my fingers trembling as I struggled to free myself. The moment I was out, Jenna reached for me, her hand wrapping around my length and giving me a firm stroke.

“Hurry,” she whimpered, her breath hot against my ear.

I lined myself up, her heat almost unbearable as I teased her entrance. “You want it?” I growled, my voice thick with lust.

“Yes,” she gasped, her nails digging into my skin. “Please, I need it.”

I thrust into her in one swift movement, the sensation almost too much to bear. She was tight, wet, and perfect, her body clenching around me as she cried out. I didn’t give her a chance to adjust, my hips already moving, driving into her with a ferocity that left us both breathless.

“Fuck, yes,” Jenna moaned, her head falling back as I pounded into her. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails leaving marks as she clung to me. Every thrust pushed her higher, her cries growing louder as she spiraled toward her release.

It was raw, primal, and entirely unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The mist had changed something in me, awakening a hunger I didn’t know I had. Jenna’s body was my only focus, the only thing that mattered as I claimed her again and again.

“Harder,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.

I obliged, my hips slamming into hers with a force that made her scream. The sound sent a jolt of pleasure through me, spurring me on as I drove her closer to the edge.

Jenna’s gasps turned into an unhinged cry, her body arching off the dance floor as I drove into her with relentless force. Her nails raked down my back, and I hissed at the sharp sting, but it only fueled me further. This wasn’t just sex—it was an explosion of raw need, a hunger that burned through every nerve in my body.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed, her voice trembling between pitches. Her legs clamped around my waist, pulling me deeper, harder. I could feel her tightening around me, her body convulsing in waves as she neared her peak.

I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin, and pounded into her like a man possessed. The rhythmic slapping of our bodies echoed through the club, blending with the bass of the music. Her cries grew higher, more frantic, until they broke into a full-throated scream. Her body shuddered violently, and then—

She came hard. Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, and I felt a rush of warmth as she squirted, soaking the floor beneath us. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, and she let out a strangled moan as the intensity of her orgasm consumed her.

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. The sight of her writhing in ecstasy, the feeling of her tight, wet heat around me—it was too much. My own release was building, a fire in my gut that threatened to consume me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I growled, my voice rough and guttural. My hips slammed into hers with a final, desperate rhythm. My balls tightened, and then I was coming, hard and fast, my cock pulsing deep inside her.

I roared as I emptied myself into her, the pleasure so intense it felt like my body was shattering. My vision blurred, my muscles locked, and for a moment, I was lost in the pure, animalistic bliss of it.

I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting, drenched in sweat and the evidence of our frenzy. My cock was still buried inside her, twitching with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I could feel her heartbeat racing against my chest, her breath hot and shallow against my neck.

I pulled out of her slowly, my cock still twitching, and stood up, my chest heaving. I looked down at Jenna, her legs splayed open, her body trembling. My cum was already dripping out of her, sliding down her thighs and pooling beneath her on the sticky floor. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips—messy, raw, perfect.

The mist around us began to thin, dissolving like smoke in a breeze. The hard thump of the bass dropped away, leaving nothing but silence, heavy and unnatural. The lights flared to life, harsh and white, slicing through the shadowy haze of the club. What the fuck was going on?

I blinked, the world sharpening into a chaotic blur. The room was alive with the sounds of sex—moans, groans, the wet slap of skin on skin. People writhed in lust, some still caught in the throes of it, others sprawled on the floor, their fingers lazily tracing the wet mess between their thighs. Across the room, Ethan was buried deep inside of Lila, his thick, hairy ass bouncing in rhythm, her muffled cries of pleasure lost in the chaos. Her hands clawed at the floor, her back arching as she took every inch of him, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Each of his thrusts sent shockwaves through her body, her heels digging into his hips, urging him on. Her moans became more frantic, her breath hitching in her throat as she was pushed closer to the edge. Ethan’s grunts grew louder, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her in place as her body trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the sheer force of his relentless pace. Then the mist started to recede, its effect wearing off like a fading dream. My head snapped down to Jenna, dazed and splayed out beneath me, her body still trembling with the afterglow. “What the fuck?!” I shouted, scrambling to cover myself, shame clawing at my chest. Ethan froze mid-thrust, his cock still buried deep inside of Lila. He jerked back, pulling out with a wet pop, her body shuddering violently as she gasped for air, her legs trembling and her pussy clenching involgently around nothing. “What’s happening?!” His voice cracked, panicked, and he stumbled to his feet, cum dripping down his thighs. A voice crackled over the speakers, cool and detached. “Thank you for participating in Experiment 5. We hope you enjoyed your experience.” Ethan and I locked eyes, wide with shock, then turned to the women we’d just fucked. Their dazed expressions mirrored our confusion, their lips swollen, bodies slick and bruised. Our gay effeminate screams echoed through the club, high-pitched and panicked, as the truth of what we’d done—what we’d all done—settled over us. The last remnants of the mist vanished into the air, leaving nothing but the aftermath of chaos and shame in its wake.

[g2slove]

Hypno

“You’re… relaxing, aren’t you?” Her voice was soft, hypnotic, dripping with honeyed warmth as she leaned forward, her ample cleavage pressing against the edge of her desk. The tight white blouse she wore strained to contain her bust, the fabric pulling taut over her curves. “Your mind is so open now, so… willing. Can you feel it?”

Ethan nodded slowly, his eyes heavy, his body sinking deeper into the plush leather chair. His slender frame looked almost delicate under the dim light of her office, his hands resting limply on the armrests. He didn’t know why he felt so… strange. This was supposed to be a therapy session, wasn’t it? But the way she was looking at him, the way her words seemed to wrap around his thoughts like silk… it didn’t feel like therapy. It felt like something else entirely.

“Good ,” she purred, her lips curling into a smile that was both reassuring and dangerously enticing. “Now, let’s talk.”

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Two hours earlier, Ethan had been sitting in the passenger seat of his father’s truck, arms crossed, staring out the window as the suburban streets blurred by. His dad hadn’t said much since they left the house, but the tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife.

“So… this therapist,” Ethan finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with skepticism. “What exactly is she supposed to help me with?”

His father, a burly man with a face weathered by years of hard labor, tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “Just… mental health stuff. You’ve been off lately. I thought maybe talking to someone would help.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Mental health stuff? Like what?”

“I don’t know, son. Just… life. Stress. Whatever.” His father’s tone was clipped, evasive, and it only made Ethan more suspicious.

He knew his dad wasn’t exactly thrilled about his sexuality—that much had been clear ever since he came out three years ago. The awkward silences, the muttered comments about how he should try dating girls instead of boys, the way his dad always seemed to tense up whenever Ethan talked about his boyfriend—it all added up to one thing: disapproval.

But this? Driving him to some therapist without explanation? It felt… off.

---

The office was nothing like Ethan expected. Instead of the sterile, clinical environment he’d imagined, it was warm and inviting, with plush furniture, soft lighting, and the faint scent of lavender in the air. And then there was her.

Dr. Marla Collins.

She stood to greet them, her curvy figure accentuated by her tailored outfit, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves. She was intimidatingly attractive, even to a gay man, it put Ethan on edge. There was something about her presence—something magnetic, it was overwhelmingly off-putting— it made him feel small, insecure and vulnerable.

“Mr. Thompson,” she greeted his father with a firm handshake, her voice smooth and confident. “And this must be Ethan. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Her eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, Ethan felt like she could see right through him. It was unsettling.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, his father excused himself, leaving Ethan alone with Dr. Collins. She motioned for him to take a seat across from her, her movements fluid and deliberate, her gaze never leaving his.

“So, Ethan,” she began, leaning back in her chair, her fingers steepled in front of her. “Why do you think you’re here today?”

He hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. “Um… my dad said it was for mental health stuff. Stress, I guess.”

She nodded, her expression thoughtful. “Stress can manifest in many ways. Sometimes, it’s tied to… identity. To who we think we are, versus who we could be.”

There was something in her tone—something subtle, yet loaded with meaning—that made Ethan’s stomach twist. “What do you mean?”

She smiled, slow and knowing. “Let’s just say… I specialize in helping people discover their true selves. And sometimes, that means letting go of the things that no longer serve us.”

Before Ethan could respond, she reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a small, ornate pocket watch. Dangling it from its chain, she held it up in front of his face, the metal catching the light.

“Focus on the watch, Ethan,” she instructed, her voice lowering to a soothing murmur. “Follow it with your eyes. That’s it. Nice and easy…”

At first, he tried to resist, to stay alert, but her voice was like a warm blanket wrapping around him, lulling him into a sense of calm. The watch swung back and forth, back and forth, until his vision blurred, and he felt himself slipping into a trance.

---

“You’re doing so well, Ethan,” Dr. Collins cooed, her voice rich with approval. “So very, very relaxed. Now, let’s start peeling away those layers. Let’s uncover the man beneath.”

Her words washed over him like a wave, pulling him deeper into a state of submission. He wanted to fight it, to question what was happening, but his body felt heavy, his mind muzzled.

“Tell me, Ethan,” she continued, her tone gentle yet commanding. “When did you first realize you were… different?”

He swallowed, his throat dry. “I… I don’t know. Since I was a kid, I guess.”

She nodded, her expression understanding, but there was a sharpness in her eyes—a calculated intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

“And do you ever wonder if that’s really who you are? If maybe… there’s another side to you? A stronger side? A more… masculine side?”

Ethan’s breath caught in his throat. Masculine. The word reverberated in his skull, sharp and jagged, like a knife twisting into an old wound. It wasn’t just a word—it was his father’s voice, gruff and heavy with disapproval, echoing through the years. “Be a man.” “Stop acting like that.” “Why can’t you be normal?” His chest tightened, a dull ache spreading through him. He wanted to bolt, to push himself out of this chair, away from her, away from the weight of that word pressing down on him. But his body refused to obey. His limbs felt leaden, anchored to the leather seat by some unseen force. He swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I… I don’t—” Dr. Collins leaned closer, her presence looming, suffocating. Her perfume—something warm and floral—filled his senses. “It’s okay, Ethan,” she murmured, her voice smooth as velvet. “We’re going deeper now.” Her lips curved, a faint smile playing at the edges of her mouth. She raised three fingers, each one commanding his gaze like a silent order. “I’ll count down from three. When I reach one, you’ll be completely suggestible. When I click my fingers, you’ll wake up. Ready?”

Ethan nodded, his eyes shut tight, his stomach twisting in uneasy knots. What would she say to him when he was completely under? What would she do? “Three…” Her voice dropped lower, wrapping around him, pulling him down into a thick, syrupy haze. “Two…” Heat pooled in his stomach, his pulse quickening despite the heaviness weighing down his limbs. “One.” The word hung in the air, sharp and final. His body went slack against the chair, every muscle surrendering to her command. “You’re with me now.” Her murmur was soft, soothing, but laced with possession. “Completely suggestible. Completely mine. When I click my fingers, you’ll wake up. But until then… you belong to me. Understand?” His lips parted, a faint sound escaping—agreement without thought, without resistance.

Dr. Collins’ voice was low, almost a whisper, but every word carried an undeniable weight. “Ethan,” she began, her fingers gently tracing circles on the armrest of his chair, “when you wake up, you’ll see me standing right here in front of you. _Completely naked.” She paused, letting those words sink into the depths of his subconscious. Ethan’s breath hitched slightly, though his body remained limp and unresponsive under her control.

“At first, you’ll feel shocked. You won’t understand why I’m standing there like that, why I’ve chosen this moment to reveal myself to you. But then… something will shift. Something deep inside you. Your gayness—yes, your gayness, Ethan—will begin to slip away. Not all at once, no. It will be gradual, like sand slipping through your fingers. And as it fades, you’ll start to notice things. Things you’ve never noticed before.”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. Her scent—a mix of vanilla and something musky—filled his senses, even in this trance-like state. “You’ll begin to appreciate the feminine form. The soft curves of a woman’s body, the way her hips sway when she walks, the delicate arch of her neck. You’ll find yourself drawn to breasts—my breasts, Ethan—their fullness, their bounce, their warmth. You’ll want to touch them, to feel their weight in your hands. Yes, you’ll crave that sensation. And pussy…” She let out a soft, amused chuckle, her lips brushing against his earlobe. “Oh, Ethan, you won’t be able to stop thinking about it. The way it looks, the way it feels, the way it tastes. It will fascinate you. Consume you. You’ll feel an insatiable hunger whenever you see a woman, and that hunger will make you feel more… masculine. More powerful. More complete.“

Her hand drifted down to rest on his thigh, her touch firm yet gentle. "You’ll know, deep down, that you were supposed to be gay. The thought will linger in the back of your mind, like a distant memory. But it won’t matter anymore. Because now, now you’ll be different. You’ll be the man your father always wanted you to be. And when he sees the change in you, when he sees how much happier, how much more fulfilled you are… he’ll be proud of you, Ethan. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?“

The room seemed to hold its breath as Dr. Collins straightened, her eyes scanning Ethan’s face for any sign of resistance. There was none. His features were relaxed, his breathing steady. A faint flush coloured his cheeks, but otherwise, he was completely still. A slow smile spreading across her lips. “Good boy," she murmured. “Now… it’s time to wake up." She clicked her fingers sharply, the sound cutting through the heavy silence.

Ethan’s eyelids fluttered open, disoriented at first. The room came into focus slowly, the soft hum of the air conditioning filling his ears. He blinked, trying to shake off the lingering fog from the session. And then… he saw her.

Dr. Collins stood just a few feet away, exactly as she had promised. Naked.

Ethan froze, his eyes widening as they traveled over her body. Her ginger hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her full, round face. Her ample breasts swayed slightly with her movements, their pale skin flushed pink at the tips. Her stomach curved softly, leading down to wide hips and thick thighs that seemed to demand attention. But it was the patch of curly red hair between her legs that held his gaze the longest. He couldn’t look away.

“Wh-what…?” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of shock and something else—something he couldn’t quite name. “Why are you…”

“Shh,” she interrupted gently, taking a step closer. Her movements were deliberate, each one calculated to draw his eye. “It’s okay, Ethan. Just… look at me. Really look at me.”

He tried to avert his gaze, to look anywhere but at her naked form, but he found himself unable to. His eyes kept being pulled back, like a moth to a flame. And as he stared, he felt it. That shift she had described. It started as a small flutter in his chest, a tug at something deep inside him. Then it grew, spreading through his body like wildfire.

His throat went dry as his eyes lingered on her breasts, their size and shape suddenly captivating in a way they’d never been before. He could almost feel their weight in his hands, their softness against his skin. And lower… his gaze drifted down to her pussy, the curls of hair glistening slightly in the light. His pulse quickened, a heat building in his gut that he didn’t want to acknowledge but couldn’t ignore.

“Do you see now, Ethan?” she asked, her voice smooth and honeyed. “Do you see how beautiful a woman’s body can be? How… irresistible it is?”

He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly parched. “I-I don’t…” he stammered, his voice trembling. “This isn’t—I’m not—”

“Yes, you are,” she cut in firmly, taking another step closer. She was within arm’s reach now, her presence overwhelming. “You’re starting to feel it, aren’t you? That pull. That desire. It’s natural, Ethan. It’s who you’re meant to be.”

He shook his head, trying to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, his eyes dropped back to her body, tracing every curve, every line. His heart raced, his palms damp with sweat. He felt… different. Like something inside him had shifted, rearranged itself. The thoughts that usually occupied his mind—thoughts of men, of their lean frames and sharp jawlines—were fading, replaced by something new. Something… hungry.

Dr. Collins smiled, sensing his internal struggle. She reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against his cheek. The contact sent a jolt through him, his breath hitching in response. “It’s okay to admit it, Ethan,” she said softly. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting this. With needing it."

He opened his mouth to protest, but no sound came out. Instead, his eyes locked onto hers, searching for answers, for clarity. But all he found was a quiet confidence, a knowing smile that only deepened his confusion—and his arousal.

"Take your time,” she murmured, stepping back slightly. She turned, giving him a full view of her body from behind. Her ass was round and full, the kind that begged to be touched, squeezed, worshipped. Ethan’s breath caught, his pulse thudding in his ears. He shouldn’t be feeling this way. He couldn’t be feeling this way. But as he stared at her, he realized… he was.

“See, Ethan?” she said, glancing over her shoulder at him, her expression both teasing and encouraging. “This is what masculinity feels like. This need, this hunger. It’s part of you now. Embrace it."

He couldn’t respond. He couldn’t think. All he could do was stare, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions—shame, desire, confusion, and something else, something primal that he couldn’t name. His father’s face flashed in his mind, stern and disapproving. But mixed with that image was a new one—a vision of himself, strong and masculine, earning his father’s pride.

“I…” he started, his voice hoarse. “I don’t know…"

“You don’t have to know yet,” she said, turning to face him again. She took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Her breasts brushed against his chest, sending a shiver down his spine. “Just feel, Ethan. Let go of everything holding you back and just… feel."

Her hand slid down his chest, stopping just above his waistband. Ethan’s breath hitched, his body tensing under her touch. He knew he should pull away, should tell her to stop, but he couldn’t. He was frozen, trapped between shame and desire, his mind reeling as she leaned in closer, her lips inches from his ear.

"You’re waking up,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “To who you really are. And soon… you’ll be ready to take what you want."

Her hand dipped lower, grazing the growing bulge in his pants. Ethan gasped, his hips instinctively thrusting forward, seeking more contact. Dr. Collins chuckled softly, her fingers tightening around him.

“That’s it,” she murmured. “Feel it, Ethan. Feel how good it can be..."

Ethan’s breath came in shallow gasps as Dr. Collins’ hand moved with purpose, her fingers teasing the outline of his growing arousal through his pants. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire, his thoughts tangled like a web he couldn’t quite unravel. He wanted to stop her, to pull away, but his body betrayed him, arching into her touch as if it had a will of its own.

“Do you feel it?” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, dripping with an intoxicating mix of authority and seduction. “Your body knows what it wants, Ethan. Even if your mind is still catching up.”

Her other hand cupped his cheek, forcing him to look into her eyes. They were deep pools of green, hypnotic and unyielding, holding him captive without even trying. She’s right, a small voice whispered in the back of his head. You do want this. And yet, that thought terrified him almost as much as it excited him.

With a deliberate slowness, she unbuttoned his pants, the sound of the zipper coming undone echoing loudly in the quiet room. Ethan’s heart pounded in his chest, his hands gripping the edges of the couch so tightly his knuckles turned white. “Dr. Collins, I—” he started, his voice trembling.

“Shh,” she interrupted, placing a finger over his lips. “Don’t think. Just feel.”

Her hand slipped inside his boxers, wrapping around his length with a firmness that made him gasp. Her touch was warm, electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. She began to stroke him slowly at first, her movements steady and deliberate, as if she knew exactly how to make him unravel.

This is wrong, Ethan thought, though the words felt hollow, distant. I shouldn’t—I can’t— But his protests were drowned out by the sensations flooding his body, each stroke pulling him deeper into a haze of lust and submission. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more, needing more.

“That’s it,” Dr. Collins purred, watching him with a satisfied smirk. “Let go, Ethan. There’s no shame in enjoying this. No shame in wanting me.”

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and despite himself, he found them impossible to resist. His breath quickened, his cock hardening fully in her grasp as she increased her pace, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip with every stroke. Ethan’s head fell back against the couch, a low moan escaping his lips.

God, she’s good, he thought, his earlier resistance crumbling like sand slipping through his fingers. Too good.

Dr. Collins leaned in closer, her ample breasts pressing against his side as her breath tickled his ear. “See how easy it is?” she whispered, her voice laced with both triumph and affection. “How natural? You were never meant to deny yourself like this, Ethan. You were meant to embrace it. To embrace me.”

His hands, which had been gripping the couch so tightly, now hesitated, hovering awkwardly in the air as if unsure where to land. Sensing his uncertainty, Dr. Collins guided one of them to her hip, encouraging him to explore. “Touch me,” she commanded softly, her tone leaving no room for refusal.

Tentatively, Ethan obeyed, his fingers skimming over the soft curve of her waist before settling on the swell of her hip. Emboldened by her encouragement, he let his hand drift higher, grazing the underside of her breast.

“Go ahead,” she urged, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Take what you want.”

Her permission was all the encouragement he needed. With a newfound boldness, Ethan slid his hand upwards, his fingertips brushing against her nipple. It hardened instantly under his touch, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the way she responded to him, her breath hitching ever so slightly.

Encouraged by her reaction, he grew bolder, his other hand joining the exploration. He cupped her breast fully, his thumb circling her nipple in slow, deliberate motions. Dr. Collins let out a low, throaty moan, her head tilting back as she reveled in his touch.

“Yes,” she breathed, her hips rocking gently against his thigh. “Just like that, Ethan. You’re learning so quickly.”

Her praise sent a surge of pride through him, fueling his desire even further. He wanted to please her, to make her feel as good as she was making him feel. With a sudden burst of confidence, he leaned in, capturing her nipple in his mouth. The taste of her, the way she arched into him—it was intoxicating.

Dr. Collins let out a sharp gasp, her fingers tightening around his cock reflexively. “Oh, Ethan,” she moaned, her voice trembling with need. “You’re such a fast learner.”

He could feel her thighs quivering against his, her legs straddling his lap as she ground herself against him. The friction was maddening, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through his body. His hips moved in tandem with hers, their bodies falling into a rhythm that felt both instinctive and inevitable.

But just as he was about to lose himself completely, Dr. Collins pulled back slightly, her hand still stroking him but her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made him pause. “Tell me,” she demanded, her voice firm but coaxing. “Tell me what you want, Ethan.”

The question caught him off guard, his mind scrambling to form a coherent response. What did he want? Moments ago, he wasn’t sure. But now, with her body pressed against his, her hand wrapped around him, the answer seemed painfully obvious.

I want you, he thought, the words burning in his mind. I want all of you.

But before he could voice his desires, Dr. Collins leaned in close again, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Say it, Ethan. Say it out loud.”

His throat felt dry, but the words spilled out anyway, raw and unfiltered. “I want you,” he murmured, his voice trembling at first but growing stronger with every syllable. “I want you. Fuck being gay—I want women. I want pussy. I want you, Dr. Collins.”

Her eyes lit up with satisfaction, a sly smile curving her lips as she leaned back, her gaze never leaving his. “Good boy,” she cooed, her tone dripping with approval. “Now show me.”

Before Ethan could second-guess himself, something primal took over. He wasn’t the shy, effeminate twink anymore. He wasn’t the boy who blushed at the thought of touching a woman. No, he was something else now—something strong, masculine, and undeniably in control. His hands gripped her hips, and in one swift motion, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him.

Dr. Collins let out a gasp, her eyes widening in surprise before they darkened with lust. She didn’t resist, instead spreading her legs wider, inviting him in. Ethan didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock throbbing with anticipation. With a low growl, he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, confident motion.

“Oh my god!” Dr. Collins cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched her back. “Yes, Ethan! Just like that!”

The sensation was overwhelming—hot, tight, and so damn good. Ethan groaned, his hips snapping forward instinctively, driving himself deeper into her. It was primal, animalistic, and nothing like anything he’d ever experienced before. He’d had sex with men, sure, but this… this was powerful.

He fucked her hard, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Dr. Collins moaned loudly, her tits bouncing wildly with every movement. The sound only spurred him on, his pace becoming faster, more urgent. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, their combined moans echoing off the walls.

“Fuck, yes!” Dr. Collins screamed, her voice reaching an almost desperate pitch. “You’re such a man now, Ethan! So fucking strong!”

Her words sent a surge of pride through him. He was a man now. He could feel it—not just in the way he moved but in the way she responded to him. She wanted him, needed him, and he was giving her exactly what she craved.

In the waiting room, Ethan’s father shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The muffled sounds coming from Dr. Collins’ office were impossible to ignore. Moans, screams, and the unmistakable rhythm of someone going at it with reckless abandon. He frowned, concern creeping into his expression. What the hell was going on in there?

“Uh, Dr. Collins?” he called out hesitantly, knocking on the door. There was no response, just another loud, drawn-out moan that made his cheeks flush. He hesitated for a moment before deciding enough was enough. Gripping the doorknob, he pushed the door open.

What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. His son—his once shy, effeminate, and very gay son—was pounding into Dr. Collins with a ferocity he didn’t even know the boy was capable of. And the doctor… well, she was clearly enjoying every second of it, her tits jiggling wildly as she writhed beneath him.

“Holy shit,” Ethan’s father muttered under his breath, his eyes wide with disbelief.

At that moment, Ethan let out a guttural groan, his body stiffening as he came deep inside her. Dr. Collins followed suit, her entire body convulsing as she squirted around him, her juices soaking the couch beneath them. The sight was almost too much to process.

Ethan turned his head, locking eyes with his father. For a moment, there was silence, heavy and electric. Then, a slow grin spread across Ethan’s face.

“Thanks for bringing me to therapy, Dad,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence. “Best idea ever.”

His father blinked, stunned. But then, a proud smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Fucking hell, son,” he said, shaking his head in awe. “Well done.”

Ethan chuckled, shifting slightly as he pulled out of Dr. Collins, who lay beneath him, panting and glowing with satisfaction. He glanced down at her, then back up at his father, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Why don’t you join us, Dad?” he suggested casually. “I’m not done exploring Dr. Collins yet, and it’d be a shame if you just sat outside waiting until we were done. Don’t worry—I won’t tell Mom.”

His father hesitated, his gaze flickering between Ethan and the very willing—and very naked—Dr. Collins. She looked up at him with a sultry smile, licking her lips suggestively.

“Come on,” she purred. “Don’t be shy.”

Ethan’s father didn’t hesitate. His hands moved with a practiced urgency, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall to the floor. His belt clinked as he yanked it free, trousers pooling around his ankles. Dr. Collins watched him with hungry eyes, her lips parting as she leaned back on the couch, her chest heaving. He stepped forward, his cock already hard, and without a word, he gripped the back of her head, guiding her mouth onto him. She took him eagerly, her tongue swirling around his length as he thrust into her throat. The wet sounds filled the room, mingling with her muffled moans. Ethan stood there, transfixed. His gaze flicked between his father’s face—tight with pleasure—and the way Dr. Collins’ lips stretched around him. He swallowed hard, his own arousal stirring again despite himself. “I’m proud of you, son,” his father grunted, his hips moving in rhythm. Ethan nodded, but his mind was elsewhere. "I don’t think Dr. Collins got rid of all my gayness" he thought, his eyes lingering on his father’s cock. It looked… delicious. Thick and veined, glistening with Dr. Collins’ saliva. A shiver ran down his spine. "Maybe I’ll bring my boyfriend to my next therapy session." The idea formed before he could stop it, and a sly smile tugged at his lips. This wasn’t just about being straight now—it was about exploring something entirely new. Dr. Collins pulled back, gasping for air, her lips swollen and slick. “Your turn, Ethan,” she purred, her voice hoarse. “Don’t keep me waiting.” His father stepped aside, still panting, and Ethan moved closer, his heart pounding. But as he knelt before her, he couldn’t help glancing over his shoulder at his father, who was watching intently. This was far from over.

[straightenedout]

Love in an Elevator

It was Christmas Eve, a Friday. I had just got paid and hadn’t even started my Christmas shopping. I’m bad about that. I have a large family, dozens of nieces and nephews, and lots of friends to buy gifts for. Unfortunately, I had about two hours to shop before all the stores closed for the holiday.

I waited in line at the bank to cash my paycheck so that I could go shopping. After about 30 minutes, I finally stepped up to the teller, who had some bad news.

“It appears that your account is overdrawn by 2,342 dollars,” the teller said.

“What the fuck!” I exclaimed. “How can that be?”

“It looks like there were some charges made in Las Vegas, some airline tickets, hotel reservations…”

“I never went to Las Vegas,” I said. “I can’t afford to rub two sticks together let alone travel! Someone has obviously stolen my identity.”

“That’s very common these days,” the teller said. “You’ll need to go to our fraud department upstairs on the 10th floor.”

“Great!” I said. “And when does that office close?”

The teller looked at the clock.

“In about five minutes,” she said. “And it’s Friday before a holiday, so I’d hurry up and get upstairs if I were you.”

“Thanks,” I said, as I quickly turned to leave.

I saw that the elevator was about to close so I ran as quickly as I could. A young, attractive-looking woman was kind enough to hold the door for me.

“What floor are you going to?” she asked.

“10th floor,” I said.

She then pressed the button for the 10th floor and the elevator door closed.

“Identity theft,” I said. “Can you believe that?”

The woman smiled.

“Someone took all my money and ran off to Vegas!”

She smiled again.

“Sorry. I forgot you’re not supposed to have conversations in elevators. I’ll just keep my mouth shut.”

Suddenly, I heard an electrical snap and the elevator stopped moving.

“Did you hear that?” I asked.

“Oh shit!” the woman said. “We’re stuck!”

“Don’t panic,” I said. “That’s what these phones are for.”

I opened the emergency phone box and pulled out the phone. But it was dead. I tried pressing the bell button, but the electrical short had apparently taken out the entire panel. I pulled out my cell phone and tried to dial 911, but there was no signal.

“So what are we gonna do?” The woman asked.

“I guess we just wait,” I said. “There must be an alarm tripped somewhere. Somebody has to know we’re stuck in here.”

Minutes later, there was still no response. I looked at the time on my cell phone and noticed that it was now after closing. Now it was time to panic.

The two of us beat on the door and screamed for help. But no help came.

We had now been trapped in the elevator for over an hour. I looked up and noticed that the fan was still blowing.

“At least we know we won’t suffocate,” I said. “But it’s Friday, it’s Christmas Eve, and I don’t think anyone’s going to be in this building until Monday morning. This sucks.”

Once again, we banged on the door. Once again, nothing.

“I’m Emily,” she said.

“I’m Josh,” I said.

“This is a shitty way to meet, isn’t it?” Emily said.

“Tell me about it.”

Resigned to what appeared to be a weekend trapped in an elevator, I sat down and opened my back pack. I carried it around with me the way a woman carries her purse. I reached in and grabbed a bag of chips and a bottle of water.

“Want some chips?” I asked Emily.

“How’s that for Christmas dinner?” she laughed.

“So what do you do?” she asked.

“I’m a tech geek. I fix computers,” I said. “And when I’m not doing that, I’m hanging out at the bars with the drama queens.”

“So you’re…”

“Yes.”

“I never would have guessed that,” she said. “I picture gay guys as skinny, sharply dressed…you know, little prissy guys. You’re so…”

“Go ahead and say it…big and husky,” I said, throwing the empty potato chip bag at her.

“That’s not what I meant,” she said.

“Sure it is,” I said. “It’s what everybody means. I can’t seem to have a relationship with a guy because most guys look at me and want me to be their top, but I’m a total bottom.”

“I’m sorry,” Emily said. “I’m not sure what that means.”

“It’s probably better off that way.”

“I have a friend who’s gay,” she said. “I’ve known him since high school. I had the biggest crush on him. I even tried to turn him straight. But it didn’t work.”

“Gay guys just don’t go straight,” I said. “Lesbians, on the other hand, can’t seem to figure out whether they’re gay, straight, bi, or whatever. Personally, no offense, but I just couldn’t go there with a girl.”

“That’s too bad,” she said, smiling.

I cracked a nervous smile but quickly wanted to change the subject. She could tell.

“So being a computer guy, I bet you like to play games.”

“Yeah, World of Warcraft, Everquest…”

“I love World of Warcraft!” Emily said.

“Do you?” I said. “If we ever get out of here alive, we just might have to hang out.”

“I’d like that.”

“But I’m not going straight for you,” I laughed.

She laughed, but suddenly that laughter turned to panic.

“Oh my God!” she said.

“What’s wrong?”

“What are we supposed to do if nature calls?” she asked.

“Oh fuck!” I said, not knowing at all what to do. “You don’t have to go now, do you?”

“Yes, I do!”

I took off my shirt and handed it to her.

“What’s this for?”

“Put it in the corner and do your business on it. Then bundle it up so it doesn’t smell.”

“You mean I’ve got to pee on your shirt with you right here next to me?”

“It’s not like I can go anywhere,” I said. “I’ll turn my head.”

“I don’t know if I can…”

“Just do it,” I told her.

I turned away so that she could have whatever measure of privacy was possible in a 4x8 elevator.

“You done?” I asked.

She took off her shirt and bundled it with my shirt. I turned around and was shocked to see her wearing only her bra above her waist.

“What?” she said. “It’s not like I have to worry about you trying to make a move on me.”

She took the bundle of shirts and placed them into the emergency phone box.

“And what if I have to go?” I asked.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

It was now Midnight. Christmas morning, technically. And here I was with Emily, stuck in an elevator for several hours now. We had talked most of the evening about trivial things, like computer games and books we like to read. Both of us are sci-fi fans. Then the conversation turned to more serious and personal matters.

She told me had at one time been with an abusive boyfriend. Because of that, she doesn’t trust too many straight men. She revealed that most of her guy friends are gay because they don’t expect anything from her. But she admitted that she’s also attracted to men who she can’t have because they’re gay.

I told her about my crazy life too. I came out in my teens. Dad wasn’t thrilled and wished I wasn’t gay and still hoped that this was just a phase. But at the same time he loved me for who I was and the few boyfriends that I’ve had have been welcome at all family functions. I also told her that I didn’t date too many men because they tended to be attracted to my solid, masculine “top-like” appearance, but once they figured out that I was a bottom who liked to be submissive in the relationship, they usually bail. So I had instead found a small group of friends who served as my gay family. And I was happy with my life.

Emily kept staring at my bare chest. It was driving me nuts. I felt naked in a way. I caught a few quick glances of her nipples beneath the bra, but there was really no interest.

“So were you ever athletic?” she asked. “You look like you used to have a lot of muscle.”

“I used to play football in high school,” I said. “but that was mostly so I could be part of the locker room scene. But I guess I kind of let myself go over the years.”

We were in the middle of a conversation and nature called…again. This time, with me.

“Would you mind turning your head?” I asked.

“Oh no,” she said. “Not that time again.”

“Afraid so,” I said, as I took off my jeans and placed them in the corner so that I could relieve myself. When I was finished, I bundled them up and stuffed them into the call box, next to our previously soiled clothes. Now I was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. This was really embarrassing.

“Tell you one thing,” I said. “Monday morning when they open that door and see us sitting here in our underwear, we’re going to have a lot of explaining to do.”

And there we sat, two strangers half-naked in an elevator…and it was Christmas morning.

We continued to converse, by now mostly going back over things we had already covered. Our life stories had been told, so now we were just filling out the finer details.

“So I’m going to put you on the spot,” Emily said. “What was your first time?”

“Uh oh, “I said. “Not the old truth or dare routine.”

“Come on,” she said. “Answer the question.”

“Okay, here goes…”

“High school. It was a senior leadership retreat. It was held at this very fancy hotel and I met this guy, Jim. We became fast friends and hung out most of the day. We went to seminars together, ate lunch together, and then we went to hang out in a supply closet. We started talking about being gay in high school, how I helped form my school’s gay-straight alliance, and all that stuff. Then we started talking about guys and the conversation got into what we would like to do with them.

“Finally, he pulled out his dick and asked if I wanted to suck it.”

“Did you?” Emily asked.

“Oh yeah. It was great. He erupted like Vesuvius.”

“When I was 16, there was this older dude Jason, who I used to hang out with. He was totally straight. But one day we were out walking in the desert and he whipped it out and asked me to suck it. I didn’t.

“Then a couple days later, we were in his room. He whipped it out again. He started jerking off in my face and asked if I wanted to try it. Still my answer was no.

“Then, the night before I moved here, Jason and I were laying out in his front yard, just talking. He started playing with his dick again and asked if I wanted to touch it. He told me I might not ever get another chance. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. And it’s not that I didn’t find him attractive. It’s just that I wasn’t ready for that.”

Then I felt a hand reach into the hole in my boxers. I didn’t try to stop her.

“You might not ever get another chance,” Emily said.

She reached into my boxers and pulled out my dick, which was quickly getting hard. I didn’t say anything. I just let her play with it.

“So tell me more,” She said, as her fingers gently caressed my shaft.

“There’s not much more to tell,” I replied. “I haven’t been with a whole lot of guys. Like I said, most of the time, we’re good on paper and all that, but in the bedroom it just doesn’t work out most of the time.”

“Have you ever been with a girl?” She asked.

“No,” I said. “Never tried. Never really wanted to.”

Pre-cum began to seep from the end of my dick. I felt a fingernail gently wipe it off. The sensation made me shiver.

“You’re okay with this?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said. “It feels good.”

What was strange about this whole situation is that I allowed her to do something I rarely ever allow a guy to do. Usually, when a guy starts playing with my dick, I usually turn over and try to get him to play with my ass. But I was really enjoying this.

Instead of turning over for some ass attention as I would usually do, I pulled down my boxers and took hold of the back of her head and guided it down to my dick. She eagerly took my cock into her mouth. Her tongue gently and sensuously moved around my shaft, stimulating me in all the right places. I had never had this much enjoyment with a guy. I never realized my dick could feel so good.

After several minutes of the most heavenly blow job I had ever received (and the only one that I thoroughly enjoyed), she finally finished. We both faced each other.

“That was great,” I said.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I promise not to tell anyone.”

“Well,” I said, “here we are. It’s Christmas morning. We’re stuck here in this elevator. I’m sitting here butt-naked and you’re wearing nothing but panties and a bra.”

“Let’s go all the way,” she said.

“What?” I asked, “you mean as in…”

“If you want to,” she said.

I had nothing to lose. So I went for it.

I took off her bra and her panties and the two of us laid down on the elevator floor, missionary style. On top of her, I kissed her. The feeling was amazing. Her soft breasts pushed up against my firm chest as we lay there, kissing and caressing.

Then I took hold of my dick and stuck it into her pussy. I began to thrust my manhood deep into her as we continued to kiss. Every part of my body felt like it was on fire.

As I pounded her cunt, it tightened around my dick and it was pure ecstasy. I continued fucking her until I came. I couldn’t bring myself to pull out. I shot my sperm directly into her.

Since she had not orgasmed, I pulled out and began to eat her pussy. My tongue played with her clit until she came. Then the two of us lay there, naked. Exhausted.

“That was awesome,“ I said. “Probably the best sex of my life.”

I had figured by now, 12 long hours after the elevator stopped, it was probably time to try and get some sleep. I sat back and tried to get as comfortable as I could. She leaned over and I held her in my arms.

“Well,” I said, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

The two of us finally fell asleep in the elevator.

And there we slept, naked, until finally, she stirred.

“What time is it?” she asked.

I reached into my back pack and looked at my cell phone.

“Two o'clock,” I said. “I bet everyone’s wondering what the fuck happened to me and why I’m not showing up to Christmas dinner.”

“We’ve got each other,” she said.

“How am I ever going to explain this?” I said.

Then she leaned over to kiss me.

“So when this is over,” she said. “Can I see you later and love you just a little more?”

“Emily, I…I don’t know,” I said. “You were great. Don’t get me wrong…”

Over the next few hours, we talked some more. This time, not so much about sex or first times, but about where we wanted to go in life.

“Do you ever want to have kids?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I know it may sound kind of…I don’t know…bad…but I don’t think gay people should raise kids.”

“Really?” she said. “That’s strange for you to say that.”

“I know,” I said, “and when I say that to my friends, believe me, I get an earful. But if you think about it, the only way gay guys can have kids is if they have surrogate mothers. That means kids have three or four parents instead of just two. I’m old fashioned. I think kids should have a mom and a dad. That’s how I grew up. I guess when I figured out I was gay, I also made the decision not to have kids….what about you?”

“I want kids, definitely,” she said. “But I’d like my kids’ father to be gay. I don’t want some wife-beating straight guy raising my kids.”

“Men aren’t that bad, you know.” I said.

Then she put her hands on my chest and fondled my nipples.

“I know,” she said.

We had sex three more times throughout the day. Each orgasm more spectacular than the last. And in between each time we had sex, we came to realize through our conversations how similar we were. I started having thoughts I had never allowed to cross my mind before. Such as, what if I had just met the person that I’m actually supposed to be with?

For one thing, I never liked topping guys. When a guy bends over in front of me, that’s usually the end of it. I have always been a bottom to the core. But Emily had somehow managed to tap into something magical. I wanted to top her. I enjoyed pounding her pussy. And I couldn’t get enough of it.

Emily sucked on my dick as our 26th hour in this elevator had passed. I had an urge that I had never felt until this moment.

“Do you like it in the ass?” I asked.

“Never tried it,” she said.

“Bend over,” I said.

Emily bent down on all fours. I spit in my hand and smeared my spit all over her hole.

“Is this going to hurt?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. “But only for a minute. I’ll go slowly, but just swallow the pain until it goes away.”

I continued to lube her ass with my spit until I was satisfied that it was ready for my finger. I put one finger into her ass and she let out a gasp. She had apparently never had anything up there before. I put a second finger and then a third to prepare her for my cock.

Then I gently and slowly pushed my dick into her ass. She grit her teeth and wanted to scream. Sensing this, I went even slower. Then I felt her muscles relax. This is when I knew it was okay to start pounding away.

I then furiously thrust in and out of her extremely tight ass. Topping has never felt so good. As I fucked her ass, I played with her erect nipples. I continued to drill her for about fifteen minutes until I could hold back no more. I shot my cum deep into her ass and then continued fucking her until I went soft.

We spent one more full day trapped in the elevator. On the day after Christmas, despite our now painful hunger, we pretty much fucked the day away yet again. Then we fell asleep, completely drained and exhausted.

Suddenly, the elevator door opened and we awoke to paramedics throwing blankets on top of us. We were free. Free at last.

After the ordeal (if you want to call it that) was over, we were taken to the hospital. There, they checked us over and released us. We exchanged phone numbers. But now that I was back in the so-called real world, I wasn’t sure I wanted to re-live the elevator experience outside the elevator.

So I got back on Scruff and Growlr and did my gay thing once again. One night, I hooked up this beautiful dude. He was about 23, well-built, and had blond hair and baby blue eyes. We talked for a while before deciding to get down to business. His name was Chris.

I went over to Chris’s apartment and we did the usual: a little small-talk, a little drink, and then our clothes came off. He started playing with my dick before giving me a blow job. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it on a purely physical level, but it was nothing like Emily’s blow job in the elevator.

Then he started playing with my hard nipples.

“I want you to fuck me Daddy,” Chris said, “Like the bitch that I am.”

I figured that if I could fuck Emily’s ass, Chris’s ass should be no problem.

“Bend over, bitch,” I ordered.

Chris bent over and hungrily awaited my cock. I was rock-hard and began to insert it into his hole. But then I went soft. Real soft. As in, dead.

“I’m sorry man,” I said, “This just isn’t working for me. How about you pound my ass?”

“No way dude,” Chris said, “I’m a bottom boy.”

I then put my clothes on and left. No phone numbers were exchanged. I had no intention to ever see him again.

A few days later, it was New Year’s Day, exactly one week after the elevator saga. Mom was out taking advantage of after-Christmas shopping and my younger brothers and sisters were hanging out with friends (we have a large family and I’m the oldest). It was just me and Dad watching the football game.

“Dad, I have something to tell you,” I said.

“Uh oh,” he said, “the last time you said that…”

“I told you I was gay,” I said, finishing that uncomfortable sentence, “Well, maybe I’m not as gay as I thought I was.”

“Son,” Dad said. “I told you it was all just a phase.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” I said. “All I know is that I met someone who I’m really compatible with and she happens to be a girl. And I think I’d like to start seeing her.”

With that, I called up Emily and we made plans for dinner– our first real date. A few days later, she came to me with the results of a pregnancy test she had taken. It was positive. And the rest, as they say, is history.

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