The bar's neon lights flickered through the haze of cigarette smoke, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the gleaming countertop. The air was thick with the hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the rhythmic beat of a song I didn’t recognise. I nursed my third beer of the night, watching my friends—Mike, Ale, and Tom—laugh and joke like they didn’t have a care in the world. I, on the other hand, was drowning in mine.
Mike, with his short brown hair and those intense blue eyes, was flirting shamelessly with some girl by the pool table, even if he had a girlfriend named Lisa.
Ale, all towering muscle and hazel eyes, had his arm draped casually around his girlfriend Sarah, a petite brunette who giggled at everything he said. And then there was Tom, my colleague with those striking green eyes, deep in conversation with a woman who looked more like a supermodel than a real person. They all had that glow, that carefree happiness that comes from knowing you’re going home with someone who makes you feel alive.
I, Gio, was surrounded by straight men. I was drowning in a sea of heterosexuality, and it was driving me mad.
I took a long swig of my beer, the cold liquid doing little to cool my frustration. I was surrounded by men I desired, men who had no idea how much I wanted them. It was like being at an all-you-can-eat buffet with a pair of handcuffs on.
Paul, another friend who had brought his girlfriend along tonight, spotted me sulking and made his way over. "Come on, Gio," he said, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "Don't look so glum. You're missing out on all the action."
I sighed, resting my elbows on the sticky bar top.
"It's not like I want to crash their party, Paul. I just... I wish I could have what they have. Someone to go home to, someone who wants me just as much as I want them."
Paul's eyes softened, and he squeezed my shoulder. "I know, Gio. But you can't rush these things. When it's right, it's right."
I snorted, taking another sip of my beer. "Easy for you to say. You've got Jess practically eating out of your hand."
Paul grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, I can help you out.
Why don't you come over to our place for dinner one night? Jess's got this new recipe she's been dying to try out, and she loves having you over. Plus, our new neighbour is gay too. You two would get along great"
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well let's see". If only he knew that I was lusting for all of my straight friends, wishing that every man I desired would desire me in return..
Paul laughed. "Hey, you never know. Maybe he's nice, funny and....hot!"
I scoffed. "Yeah, right.
Paul just shrugged, a playful grin on his face.
I raised an eyebrow. "A new gay neighbour, huh? You're not so subtly setting me up, are you?"
Paul just winked, and I couldn't help but laugh. "Fine, I'll come.
But only because I love Jess's cooking," I said, giving Paul a playful shove.
Paul joined the others, leaving me alone at the counter. Just then, a low, gravelly voice cut through the bar's noise. "You know, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation..or were just your thoughts?"
I saw a stranger leaning against the bar, nursing a whiskey. He was older, maybe mid-forties, with a rugged face and a sharp, piercing gaze. His suit was rumpled, like he'd been wearing it all day, and a faint scent of tobacco lingered around him.
My eyes flicked to the wisps of smoke curling from the cigarette held loosely between his fingers.
"And what conversation would that be?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
He took a drag from his cigarette, his gaze never leaving mine. "The one where you said you wished every man you desired would desire you in return."
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. Could he read my mind? I glanced at Paul, already back with the others, laughing at something Ale had said.
Great, just great. I was left here alone with this stranger capable of reading minds.
"Look," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "I don't know what you are talking about" I took another swig of my beer, using the time to think of a way to change the subject.
The stranger just chuckled, low and raspy. "No worries, kid. I'm not judging. In fact, I might be able to help you out." "And how's that?"
He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"You see, I have... a certain gift. I can grant you the power to make any man desire you. Just a touch, and they'll be putty in your hands."
I blinked, taken aback. This was getting a bit too weird, even for a drunken night out.
"What are you, some sort of magical matchmaker?" I asked, trying to keep my voice light. "Because if so, I'm not sure I'm into that sort of thing."
The stranger laughed, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to rumble through the very air around us. "Not a matchmaker, no. Just someone who sees opportunity when it comes knocking."
He took a drag of his cigarette, the embers glowing briefly before dying down. "This power, it's not something I give out lightly. But you, you've got a certain... desperation. A hunger." He leaned in even closer, his voice barely a whisper now.
"You want it, don't you? The power to have any man you desire?"
I hesitated, the weight of his words making my heart pound. This was ridiculous, right? Some stranger in a bar reading my mind and offering me some magical power? And yet, a part of me was intrigued. A part of me wanted to believe him.
"Look," he continued, "I can't just give it to you for free. There's a price." "And what might that be?"
I looked at the stranger, a mix of curiosity and apprehension dancing in my eyes.
He took another long drag of his cigarette. "It won't be anything... unpleasant. Just a task I need done."
I hesitated, my fingers playing with the edge of the glass coaster. This was insane. I was about to make a deal with a stranger in a bar for some magical power. And yet, the thought of finally having what I desired was intoxicating.
I could see it in my mind's eye—Mike, Ale, Tom, other men and even the stranger himself, all eagerly waiting for me. The power to make any man desire me was like a siren's song, and I was desperately drawn to it.
I looked into the stranger's eyes, saw the intensity burning within them, and made my choice. "Alright. I'm in."
The stranger grinned, a predatory smile that sent a shiver down my spine. He extended his hand, a small leather pouch resting in his palm. "Good man. Here, take this.
It's a small pouch, worn and tattered, but it contains the power you seek. One touch is all it takes."
I reached out, my hand trembling slightly as I took the pouch from him. The leather was soft and supple, the edges worn smooth by time. I could feel a faint pulse, like a heartbeat, radiating from within.
"How does it work?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
The stranger leaned in, his voice low and intense. "Just touch the man you desire with your left hand, and the power will flow through you.
They'll be yours, completely and utterly devoted to you," the stranger explained.
I slipped the pouch into my pocket, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "And the task?" I reminded him.
"Alright, Gio," the stranger said, his voice low and commanding. "There's something I need you to do for me first. Follow me." He turned and began to walk towards the restrooms, leaving me no choice but to follow.
The restroom was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of urine and disinfectant. The stranger led me to the farthest stall, the one with the broken lock, and pushed the door open. He stepped inside, turning to face me as I hesitated in the doorway.
"Come on in, Gio," he said, his voice a low growl. "Don't be shy."
I stepped inside, my heart pounding in my chest. The stranger locked the door behind me, the click echoing loudly in the small space. He turned to face me, a smirk playing on his lips.
"First things first," he said, reaching into his pants and unzipping his pamts. I could see a giant cock from his underwear, the tip glistening with pre-cum. "I want you to sniff my underwear and my cock."
I hesitated, my eyes widening at the sight of his cock. It was thick and long. I could smell the strong scent of piss and cum, a heady mix that made my head spin.
"Go on," he urged, pushing his underwear-clad cock towards my face. "Smell it."
I leaned in, taking a deep breath. The scent was overwhelming, a pungent mix of sweat, piss, and cum. It was dirty, filthy, and fucking intoxicating. I could feel my own cock stirring in my pants, responding to the primal scent.
"Good boy," the stranger muttered, grabbing a handful of my hair. He pulled me in closer, the tip of his cock brushing against my lips. "Now, open up and taste."
I hesitated for a moment, my brain screaming at me to stop, to run. But my cock was throbbing, begging for release. I opened my mouth, letting the stranger guide his cock inside.
The taste of him was overwhelming, a mix of salty pre-cum and the faint tang of piss. I could feel my own cock throbbing in my pants, begging for release. I wanted more, needed more.
"Fuck, yeah," the stranger groaned, his grip on my hair tightening as he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. "Suck it like a good little cocksucker."
I did as I was told, my cheeks hollowing out as I sucked him eagerly. I could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I fought the instinct to gag, wanting to take him all the way.
He groaned, his grip on my hair tightening as he began to thrust his hips, fucking my mouth with shallow strokes.
"That's it, take it all," he grunted, his voice low and hungry. "You were made for this, weren't you? A filthy little cocksucker, just begging to be used."
I moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his shaft. He let out a low growl, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding deeper into my throat with each thrust. I could feel the burn in my lungs, the tears stinging my eyes, but I didn't care.
All I wanted was to please him, to make him come. I could taste the saltiness of his precum, feel the veins of his cock pulsing against my tongue. The stranger gripped my hair tighter, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Fuck, yeah," he groaned, "Take it all, you filthy cocksucker. Take my fucking cock."
He thrust his hips faster, fucking my face with every inch of his cock. I was gagging now, my eyes watering, but I didn't stop. I wanted him, all of him. I wanted to swallow his cum, to feel it coating my throat.
I wanted to be his filthy little fucktoy, his personal cumdump. I wanted to be used, to be fucked, to be filled with his hot, thick load.
The stranger's cock swelled in my mouth, and I knew he was close. I redoubled my efforts, sucking and slurping like a man possessed. He let out a low growl, his hips stuttering as he thrust into my mouth one final time.
"Fuck, yeah, that's it," he grunted, his cock pulsing as he came. Hot, salty cum filled my mouth, coating my tongue and throat.
The stranger groaned above me, his body trembling as he released every last drop of his load. I swallowed it all, my throat working hard to take every bit of his filthy essence.
When he finally pulled out, I gasped for air, my chest heaving. The taste of him was still strong in my mouth, and I knew I'd be savoring it for hours to come.
"Good boy," the stranger praised, tucking his cock back into his pants. "You're a natural at that, aren't you?"
I nodded, still panting. The taste of him was intoxicating, and I wanted more.
I looked up at the stranger, my eyes filled with need. "Is that all?" I asked, my voice hoarse from sucking his cock.
"Good boy," the stranger said, tucking his cock back into his pants. "But we're not done yet. I need you to do one more thing for me I want you to kneel down in front of me and open your mouth."
I hesitated for a moment, but the taste of him was still fresh in my mouth, and I wanted more. I knelt down, opening my mouth wide.
"Good boy," he praised, unzipping his pants again. This time, he took his cock and aimed it at my open mouth. "Now, I want you to catch my piss in your mouth."
I braced myself, my eyes watering as the first stream of hot, bitter liquid hit my tongue. I swallowed it down, gagging slightly at the taste. The stranger groaned above me, his piss streaming into my mouth, filling it to the brim.
"Fuck, yeah," he grunted, his hips jerking as he finished pissing. "Swallow it all, you filthy little cocksucker."
I did as I was told, my throat working hard I could feel the weight of his gaze, like a physical touch, making my skin tingle with anticipation.
"Fuck, you're hot," he muttered, his voice low and hungry. "I'm going to enjoy this."
He reached out, his hand wrapping around my cock, and I let out a low moan. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. He stroked me slowly, his thumb rubbing against the sensitive head, making me buck my hips.
"You like that, don't you, you filthy little slut?" he growled, his voice thick with lust.
"You're mine now. Every inch of you belongs to me."
I moaned again, my body aching with need. I could feel my balls tightening, my cock throbbing in his hand. I wanted to feel him inside me, to be fucked like a dirty little whore.
"Please," I begged, my voice barely a whisper. "Fuck me. I need you to fuck me."
The stranger let out a low laugh, a sinister sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You want me to fuck you, huh? Not this time. You'll have to earn it".
The stranger tucked his cock back into his pants. "I've given you what you wanted. Use it wisely." He turned to leave, but paused at the door. "Oh, and Gio? You're my cocksucker now. Don't forget that. I'll be in touch." With that, he was gone, leaving me alone in the restroom, my mind racing with the implications of what had just happened.
I took a moment to compose myself, splashing some water on my face and taking a few deep breaths. Then, I made my way back to the table where my friends were waiting. They looked up as I approached, concern etched on their faces.
"Gio, where have you been?" Mike asked, his voice laced with worry. "We've been looking all over for you."
"I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile. "I just needed some air."
Ale raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "You look like you've been up to something. Or should I say, someone."
I felt my cheeks flush, but before I could respond, Tom chimed in. "Yeah, you've got that just-fucked look going on."
I laughed, shaking my head. "I wish. No, nothing happened" I played it off, taking a sip of my beer to cover up any lingering taste. "Just needed to clear my head. It's been a long week."
Mike clapped me on the back. "Well, you're back now. And I've got a story to tell you." His eyes gleamed with excitement. "Remember that girl I was talking to earlier? Well, I got her number. We're going out next week."
Ale chuckled, raising his glass. "What about Lisa, man?'"
Tom nodded in disagreement. "Yeah, maybe it's better to don't call her, Mike. Lisa is already perfect for you," I replied, my voice casual, despite the thoughts swirling in my head. I couldn't stop thinking about the stranger, the power he'd given me.
Ale raised his glass, a smirk on his face. "Here's to not to cheat again on Lisa, Mike."
Mike laughed, clinking glasses with Ale. "I won't promise anything"
As my friends continued to banter, the girls gossiping at a safe distance, I could feel the small leather pouch in my pocket, its presence a constant reminder of the power I now wielded. The stranger's words echoed in my mind—every man I desired would desire me in return.
The thought sent a thrill down my spine. I looked around the table at my friends—Mike, Ale, and Tom—each of them oblivious to what had happened to me in the toilet.
Mike was laughing at something Ale had said, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Hey, Mike," I said, leaning over to clink glasses with him. As I did, I let my left hand brush against his arm, trying to activate the power the stranger had given me. But nothing happened. Mike just smiled at me, completely oblivious to any change in his feelings. "Cheers," I said, taking a sip of my beer. "Looks like it's going to be an interesting night."
To be continued..
