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Be Proud. The heartfelt wish
(Previous part: link.)
The day wears on.
Finally the time arrives when the bars start serving alcohol.
"About fucking time." Ryker mutters to himself as he takes a swig of his ice-cold beer. The chill is a welcome contrast against his heated body. The bar, a place called The Barrel, isn't very crowded yet, maintaining a good, low-key atmosphere..
"Come on..." A voice with a pleading, wheedling tone interrupts Ryker's thoughts. "I know we planned to spend the day together, but… it’ll just be this time, and then I’ll spend the whole day with you. I promise."
It doesn't take Ryker long to find the source of that voice.
Two men are sitting at a table near the bar counter. One of them is large and appears to be about sixty years old, while the other is barely thirty. The younger man is the one who just spoke.
"But Jason, my boy." The older man says in a calm, subdued tone. "I even took the day off work to celebrate Pride with you today, and now you want to go hook up with a Grindr match?"
"Pleeeeease!" This fellow Jason exclaims in a childish tone, with a look of wide-eyed adoration, as he rubs his partner's belly. "If I go, I'll come back much more relaxed, and we can have fun together!"
"Ok, whatever. Go." The older man says in a resigned tone.
"Yaaaay! See ya!" Jason exclaims this as he rushes out, nearly colliding with the door because he is already texting his match at the same time. Apparently, he hasn't realized... or hasn't wanted to realize... that his partner is devastated by his sudden departure.
For several minutes, the man simply sits there, gazing at his beer in silence, resigned. Then he gets up dejectedly, probably to go home, alone.
"Hey, man! It's scorching hot out there! Why don't you have a beer with me before you head out?" Ryker calls out, with two ice-cold beers he has just ordered sitting on the bar, catching the man's attention.
"Hello, buddy. is that beer for me?" The man asks. Then, after Ryker nods with a smile, the man downs it in one gulp.
"Wow, dude! You really needed that!" Ryker chuckles.
"You bet." That man replies with a sigh.
"I am Ryker, by the way."
"Harold."
"What was that about?"
"Ah, you saw. You know how it is… young people these days." Harold pauses to take another long swig of beer. "He said he’d be back in a little while, but in all likelihood, I won’t see him again for a few days. So much for spending Pride with my boy, it seems. He always gets what he wants from me. Do you see this?" Harold asks, pointing to the text on his tank top, stretched over his belly.
"Yeah… what's the story behind that?"
"He made me buy it because he says I’m like his genie in a lamp... that he can get anything he asks for if he rubs my belly," Harold explains with a forced smile and sad eyes.
"You don't look like you're enjoying the joke."
"Well… you know… with a body like this, I only attract that kind of guy… I've learned to settle. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about my looks, but… it has its consequences…."
"No fucking way, man," Ryker growls, stepping deep into Harold's personal space. "You are built like a tank. You're really hot."
"Hah… thanks, Ryker…" Harold blushes, caught off guard by the sudden heat radiating from the younger, massive man.
"So… how does it work? Like this?" Ryker asks, locking eyes with Harold as his large hand begins to rub the man's belly. A nervous smile flits across Harold's face. He clearly still can’t believe a man like Ryker is paying him genuine attention.
"Oh! Hahaha… yeah… just like that…" Harold stammered, his voice thickening with sudden arousal. He is completely unaccustomed to anyone other than immature, needy boys taking an interest in him. "Do you… do you have a wish for the genie?"
"Maybe later," Ryker murmured, his tone dropping an octave. "Right now, I want to know… what's YOUR wish?"
"W... what do you mean?"
"Your wish, Harold. What is your deepest desire?"
Ryker keeps rubbing Harold's belly, his touch radiating a hypnotic, heavy warmth. Harold's eyes suddenly cloud over, turning a smoky gray as if falling into a deep trance.
"I… I wish…" Harold drones, the words slipping out involuntarily. "I wish to be with someone who actually loves me… who cares for me and worries about me just as much as I do for him. A… a relationship between equals… someone who truly wants me… I want everyone to stop treating me like a living fetish and see me for who I really am…"
Ryker stops rubbing his belly. The sudden break in contact causes Harold to snap out of his light trance, blinking hard.
"You know what…? Deal," Ryker says, a dangerous, satisfied smile spreading across his face.
"What do you...?"
But Ryker seals his lips with a kiss that Harold receives eagerly. Harold surrenders completely to the firmness of Ryker’s heavy hands framing his head. It is a sincere, authentic kiss… entirely unlike the manipulative touch of someone who just wants to take something from him…
When the kiss ends, they gaze at each other, both smiling.
"Your wish will be granted," Ryker says, a cocky, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "And at the same time, I’m going to set you free, Genie."
"Hahahaha, you’re funny. What if we head back to my...?" But Harold cuts himself off as a strange, electrifying sensation tears through his veins. "What… what is this…. oh… fuck… fuck yeah…" The sensation intensifies, rapidly mutating into pure, overwhelming pleasure. "YES!!!!"
With a raw cry of ecstasy worthy of a climax, the transformation begins.
Harold’s body begins to give off dense, heavy smoke as he continues to moan with pleasure. It's as if his entire being is shedding layer after layer of lifelong conditioning and resignation, watching them disintegrate into thick smoke that dissipates into nothingness.
Mind and body transform in perfect harmony...
To fulfill Harold's deepest wish.
More and more of his old self vanishes into the smoke.
Soon, the smoke begins to reveal a brand-new version of Harold.
Impeccably groomed… no longer disheveled…
No longer trapped in clothes meant to mock him.
His mind is finally free from the shackles of his own insecurities and doubts.
Little by little, the smoke clears.
When the final wisps of smoke vanish, Harold blinks out of his ecstatic daze, slowly grasping what has just happened. Speechless, his hands roam over his chest and arms, exploring his newly forged self.
He feels entirely like himself, yet completely reborn.
He is exactly who he always wished he could be.
He whips around to face Ryker.
"Ryker! How? How did you…?"
But the spot is empty.
Ryker... and his ice-cold beer... are completely gone.
"Whoa, is someone smoking a cigar in here? Because that… OW!"
A sudden impact jolts Harold from his thoughts as a handsome guy bumps hard into him, spilling a fresh beer right down Harold’s pristine new shirt.
"Oh, gosh!" The man exclaims. "I am SO sorry! Are you okay?"
"Oh, shit…" Harold says, looking down at his stained shirt. "Well, don't worry about it. It was an accident."
"I'm so incredibly sorry! I was walking up to the bar and got completely distracted by this thick cloud of cigar smoke and… I just didn't see you there… and… and…" The man seems genuinely remorseful.
"Don't worry, really. It’s fine."
"How could I not worry? I’ve completely ruined your shirt! And I know it’s hot out, but, damn, that beer was ice-cold." The man continues to apologize while trying, unsuccessfully, to dab the stain away with a few napkins. "You know what? I live right around the corner, and one of my shirts would probably fit you perfectly. Why don't we head over to my place so I can lend you something clean?"
"Moving a bit fast, aren't you? Buy me a beer first… one you don't spill on me, preferably," Harold says with a mischievous grin.
"Oh! I… I… I didn't mean it like that… unless… well, unless…"
"Relax, man! I was just pulling your leg."
"Oh… hahahaha! Well, you definitely got me. My name is Tony."
"Har… Hal. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, Hal. Now… if you still want that beer…"
"Sure… the shirt can wait."
"I don't know," Tony chuckles, eyes scanning Hal's chest. "That wet look actually suits you."
They sit at a table.
Two fresh, cold beers are ordered.
And from that moment on, everything flows.
Outside, Ryker walks away into the heat of the afternoon. He doesn't look back through the window... he doesn't care about the happy ending. He just smirks, his dick still heavy and half-hard from the sheer thrill of breaking Harold’s pathetic chains and molding him into something better.
The encounter with Tony was just a lucky twist of fate, but that’s the fun part of disintegrating a man's weakness... watching the chaos and the power you've just unleashed.
Whether Hal ends up in a serious relationship or just spends the night riding Tony until dawn, it doesn't matter. The genie is out of the lamp. Hal is finally free to hunt for exactly what he wants, on his own terms, and without apologizing to anyone.
Be Proud. The inner truth
Pride season.
There's something in the air this month.
In some cities, even streets far removed from major events like the Pride parade, such as the one Ryker is walking in right now, are decorated to celebrate the occasion.
Ryker isn't stupid.
He knows that many people who decorate their shops or homes for Pride would feel uncomfortable next to a gay person any other month, but he doesn't want to get upset, so he prefers not to think about those things and just enjoy the atmosphere.
"Wow...!"
Ryker turns around to see whose voice he just heard.
On the steps of the back entrance of a small apartment building, Ryker sees a man in his fifties, sitting with his cell phone in his hands, staring at him in a daze. Apparently, that expression has been an involuntary reaction to seeing Ryker.
"Hey buddy, how's it going?" Ryker asks casually.
"Huh?! Er... All good, mate, thanks." He answers, surprised. "What... what about you?" It is clear that he didn't expect Ryker to pay attention to him.
"All good." Ryker responds with a cocky but also sincere smile. "What are you up to? Are you ready for this afternoon's parade and the crazy parties afterwards?"
"Who? Me? Hahaha. No, man, that's not for me."
The man seems more comfortable talking to Ryker now.
"Really? Why? Name is Ryker, by the way."
"Hans. Nice to meet you." Hans introduced himself, to which Ryker responded with a nod. "I've always found it a bit… fake to go to a Pride parade."
"How is that?" Ryker asks, curious.
"Don't get me wrong." Hans responds with his hands raised in a conciliatory gesture, so as not to offend anyone, and standing up before continuing. "I carry the Pride in my soul, but I can never celebrate it the way I want… or rather, the way I'd like to be. My true self."
"Interesting!" Ryker says this as he moves very close to Hans, leaning a hand against the wall behind him and completely invading his personal space. Although it's obvious Hans doesn't mind. "And your true self… what is it like…?" He asks in a deep, seductive voice.
"Ah... hahaha... you see..." Hans is obviously excited and enjoying Ryker's closeness. "Although it might not seem like it… I like being the strong one around others… the dominant one… the boss… having the upper hand…"
Hans' intense gaze shows that he really means it. Then his expression becomes less cheerful and more somber as he shifts his gaze from Ryker's eyes to his own body.
"When I look at my body… it doesn't match what I carry inside…"
"That's all? Ok." Ryker says with an optimistic tone." We're going to fix this. It's time to get you out of there." He adds casually, as if he were saying the most normal thing in the world, while tapping Hans's chest with his finger.
"What do you m...?"
But Hans's question is interrupted when Ryker claims his lips, catching the surprised man completely off guard. It's not an unpleasant surprise, of course... Hans has had a rock-hard boner almost since the moment he laid eyes on Ryker… he just hadn't expected it.
The kiss is gentle at first, but soon becomes intense…
Demanding...
And Hans gives in to passion.
It's not a kiss out of kindness or pity.
It is authentic and full of desire.
Hans hasn't felt like this in a long time, and he's giving it his all.
After a few amazing moments that felt like an hour, Ryker gently broke the kiss, staring intently into Hans' eyes, without abandoning his cocky grin.
"It's time, bro. Get out of there."
"Hah... what do you... WHAT THE...?!"
Suddenly, smoke begins to seep from Hans’s pores… literally. Billows of dense, musky cigar smoke curl around his forearm, not burning, but melting his old skin. It’s not painful, quite the opposite. It is an intense, pleasurable release... the exhilarating relief of shedding an excruciatingly tight suit.
As the smoke lifts, Hans gasps. His arm is still there, but remade. It’s thicker, harder, carved from dense, powerful muscle. The transformation is ruthless and electric. Everywhere the smoke passes, it consumes his former self and leaves behind this truer, dominant form.
Even his civilian clothes cannot resist. They don't fade, they transmute. The weak cotton of his white t-shirt and the coarse denim of his jeans surrender, dissolving into the air and hardening into polished, heavy-duty black leather. He is no longer Hans, he is a man wearing authority. Hans isn’t afraid, he’s not shouting… instead, he’s reveling in it, fully surrendered to the dominant power filling him.
As the smoke seeps into his mind, the mental shift takes hold. The mind must match the body. Gone are the doubts, gone is the shame of his hidden desires. Now, there is only raw strength, absolute authority, and unyielding passion... above all, passion.
He celebrates it with a guttural roar.
The transformation is complete.
He is the same man, yet an entirely different beast.
Hans is no more. Hammer is born.
"About time..." Ryker exclaims, satisfied with the results.
"Fuck! That was... intense!"
"Ready to celebrate or do you still feel like staying home?"
"Staying home?! Fuck, no! Lead the way!"
Deep down, Hammer knows he is still Hans. He is fully aware of the power that just rewrote him, but there is no horror, no rejection, and no regret. Instead, he embraces his new reality with a fierce, burning gratitude.
"Move it. The world is ours for the taking."
Through Ryker's absolute power and his own buried desires, everything has finally clicked into place. His mind doesn't fight the leather or the massive muscles, it claims them. This is what he always wanted to be… stripping away the weak exterior to let the dominant predator step forward.
But there is one absolute truth written into his new self: no matter how dominant he has become, no matter how much of a Master he is to the rest of the world, his ass will always belong to—and always obey—his true Master: Ryker.
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