Hey everyone! I’ve been working on something the last few days and thought I’d share it with you all. It’s the story of Liam, a straight guy who’s been questioning his sexual preferences because of his long relationship with Victoria, his girlfriend, and his struggle to explore his kinks. There will be more twists if you guys enjoy it. Hope you like it!
I step out onto the street from my apartment’s lobby, and the blazing sun in Barcelona blinds me for a moment. A wave of mixed sensations washes over me—somewhere between a hangover and a lingering buzz. I feel powerful, yet at the same time, I’m tired and a little ashamed.
“Is this the new ‘me’?”
As I wait on the subway platform, my mind drifts back to the events of yesterday and the long, chaotic night that followed.
I woke up early, gave Victoria, my girlfriend, a quick goodbye kiss, and rushed to the office—business as usual. I spent the morning arguing with my colleagues about how to approach the report we need to deliver next week to headquarters regarding the development of the new system implemented in the stores.
By midday, I made a quick stop to grab a sandwich from the vending machine, downed a terrible coffee, and smoked two cigarettes in a row.
The moment I stubbed out the last cigarette in the ashtray, my phone buzzed in the inside pocket of my blazer.
Victoria: I’ve been thinking about our last conversation… Maybe it’s time to spice things up a bit and bring back the Victoria you haven’t met yet…
A sudden chill shoots down my spine, igniting a fire of goosebumps all over my body. I can't shake the feeling, despite having shaved every inch of skin.
A few days ago, Victoria and I discussed the dwindling passion in our relationship, and now her worries become my own. The passage of time has corroded our intimacy, leaving us both unsettled with a sense of loss and longing.
After spending countless days, months, and years by each other's side, we've reached a level of comfort where we can freely express our thoughts without the fear of being judged.
Victoria opened up to me about her desire for a more adventurous sex life, confessing that she missed the excitement and variety of her past experiences. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and inadequacy as she recalled her previous sexual escapades. At the same time, I understood her concern about our intimate life becoming routine and lacking passion. We had fallen into a pattern of perfunctory physical interactions, simply satisfying our immediate desires before returning to our mundane lives.
As I mustered up the courage, I finally told her that because she is older and we started hanging out when I was only eighteen, I never had a chance to truly explore my sexuality. Lately, I've been questioning my sexual preferences due to my browser's porn search history. Words like "Bound", "milked", and "Domination" kept appearing, and they were arousing me more and more each time. In fact, I found myself watching the same video over and over again for months now. It was a scene where a man comes home from work to find his wife with another man. She then orders her husband to sit down while she and her lover tie him up and pleasure him repeatedly. The thought of being exposed in front of others has been consuming my thoughts lately and turning me on greatly.
Our conversation lasted well into the night as we shared a bottle of wine, determined to address our doubts about our lack of attraction to each other. As the night wore on, we discovered that all we needed was open communication.
"You are like a goddess, how could I not be turned on by you," I told her, and she returned the compliment by praising my progress at the gym over the years.
"Your thirties are treating you well, you look like a model now," she said to me with a smile.
A sudden, jolting vibration snaps me out of my thoughts as my phone lights up with a new message.
"Wanna play?"
the words taunt me, filling me with unease. My heart races as I try to ignore the urge to respond, knowing it could lead down to an unknown path. But the temptation is too strong and I feel myself succumbing to her call. I try to self encourage me and with trembling fingers, I type out a hesitant reply, feeling empowered and fearful at the same time.
“I’m in your hands. What’s the game?”
“Don't overthink it, just go with the flow and continue with your daily routine. You might be pleasantly surprised by what happens throughout the day.”
The cryptic answer leaves me with a maddening sense of curiosity, like a caged animal desperate to break free. I can feel my heart racing and my body trembling with anticipation. As my eyes linger on Maria, my colleague, I am suddenly aware of an unfamiliar sensation in my crotch - a primal arousal that has now grown to an overwhelming intensity. This message has clearly had a powerful impact on me, and I am consumed by the need to uncover its secrets.
I attempt to stick to my usual routine and return to work, spending the afternoon sifting through countless poorly written reports from store managers in an effort to gather information for my own report. However, I can't seem to focus; my mind keeps wandering back to the game and I find myself constantly thinking about it.
The clock finally strikes four, and I am liberated from work. As always, I make my way to the gym, following Victoria's instructions to maintain my routine.
I open my locker and catch a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror attached to the door. I feel confident and attractive, and can't resist admiring my reflection as I take off my clothes. The hard work I've put in at the gym is paying off, and it's always satisfying to see the results in the mirror.
With a fluid motion, I slip off my blazer and carefully hand it to the side. My fingers deftly unbutton my shirt, revealing my bare chest in the mirror's reflection. My pants cling tightly to my waistband, showing the outline of my briefs. The anticipation builds as I start to pull down my pants, feeling the heat and hardness of my cock straining against the fabric. With a satisfying bounce, it finally pops free from its constraints, standing tall and proud.
I examine my body carefully, noticing the new contour in my legs and the muscles in my knees that are becoming more defined. I've always wanted footballer's legs, and I can see them starting to take shape. When I roll up my eyes, I catch a glimpse of my bulge, pressed tightly against my white Calvin Klein briefs. My hard dick is pointing towards the right, with my balls nestled next to it. It's not huge, just eighteen centimeters long and not very thick, but I have to admit that it looks pretty nice when it's standing at attention. The rosy head and my balls hanging low, shiny and shaved, ready for action. My abs glisten with sweat from the summer heat, and my shoulders are finally looking wider than before.
As I steal a glance at Adri in the mirror beside me, I catch him staring at me shamelessly. His eyes gleam with desire and I can feel his attraction towards me, even though he always insists on his straightness. I've caught him admiring my body multiple times as we pass each other in the locker room. In a normal situation, I would turn red and try to cover myself up, trying to hide the massive hard-on I am carrying. But today, I feel a sudden surge of confidence and relish in being desired by him.
I turn to Adri and casually ask, "Hey, how's it going?" as I flex my muscles in front of the mirror, noticing if it catches his attention.
"Hey dude, just finished my workout and heading out to meet up with Victoria. Are you gonna join us later?" he asks in a teasing manner.
"Does he have any information about 'the game'?"
"Not sure yet, man. I'm waiting for Victoria to text me with today's plans."
"Good boy," he responds, reaffirming the tone I picked up on earlier and indicating that he is privy to information I am not.
Adri shuts the zipper on his backpack and makes his way to the door, shouting "Catch you later, dude!"
As I work out, the word "catch" echoes in my mind. Did he deliberately choose that specific word to send a message? Or was it just a random choice in casual conversation?
“You're being too imaginative, Liam. I highly doubt that Adri knows anything about this so-called "game" and you're just making it all up.” I tell to myself.
It's hard for me to focus on my exercise today as my mind is preoccupied with other things. But I push through and finish. As I make my way to the locker room, I usually have enough modesty to walk in my underwear. But today, I feel confident and comfortable in my skin, so I grab the towel from my bag and drape it over my shoulder as I proudly strut into the shower area completely naked letting everyone see my semi-erect dick.
After taking a hot shower that, admittedly, focused mainly on soaping my dick and getting a complete hard-on, I return to my locker showing it off only to find it unlocked. Normally, I don't bother locking it when I go to the shower since it's just a few steps away and easily visible. But today, I was lost in my own thoughts and didn't pay attention. It looks like someone has opened it while I was away. There is a note placed on top of my bag.
A note hastily scribbled with a simple "V" at the bottom reads: "Get ready and head home. The game has started and we need you to be on standby." I wonder how she managed to sneak the note in here as a specific name crosses my mind. Is it possible that Adri is the one behind this?
It feels like I'm the protagonist in a thriller where a stalker constantly pursues his victim until he's finally caught. I reach into my bag to grab my underwear, only to realize that it's not there. Neither pair that I brought is anywhere to be found inside my bag...I empty everything out onto the bench and confirm that they have disappeared. This must be part of the game. So, with the confidence I've gained today, I dress myself and decide to walk around without underwear.
The sun is beginning to set, but the heat still lingers. I tuck my blazer into my backpack and roll up the sleeves of my shirt as I make my way home. When I finally reach the door, I can hear the faint murmur of conversation from the landing. There are two voices inside, so I figure the game must have been interrupted by something—or someone.
Sliding the key into the lock, I open the door to find Victoria and Adri chatting in the kitchen.
“Hi, honey. You’re finally here. We were just talking about you,” Victoria greets me with a teasing glint in her eyes.
“How was the gym, man? Anything special happen?” Adri adds, his smirk letting me know he’s behind the note I found earlier on my bag.
“H-Hey… I wasn’t expecting company,” I stammer, trying not to sound rude.
“Don’t worry, babe, we’ve got time,” Victoria says with a playful smile. “Just drop your stuff and join us.”
I head to the dressing room, setting my bag on the armchair near the door. I hang my blazer and begin to change into something more comfortable, but Victoria’s voice interrupts me from the kitchen.
“Babe, don’t change yet. You look fucking sexy in that shirt.”
Confused, I walk back into the kitchen, glancing between them as I try to piece together what’s happening. Adri now wears a sly smile, the kind that tells me he knows more than he’s letting on. His expression sends a spark of nervous energy through me.
“Are we going somewhere?” I ask, trying to sound casual.
Victoria chuckles softly, exchanging a knowing glance with Adri. “Should we start?” she asks him, taking my hand and guiding me toward my man cave—the room I use to play video games and, well, take care of other things.
Adri follows us silently, but I can feel his gaze on me, and for reasons I can’t quite explain, my body reacts. My pulse quickens, and I’m already hard by the time we reach the room.
Once inside, Victoria turns to me, locking her gaze on mine. “We’re going to have some real fun tonight, babe. Adri and I have seen the videos you’ve been watching—and, well, he told me everything we already suspected. He’s curious about you. So, I thought we could shake things up and revive our sex life. What do you think?”
I open my mouth, but no words come out. All I can do is nod.
“Good boy,” she says, her hand trailing from my neck to my chest in a slow, deliberate motion.
Victoria then turns to Adri with a mischievous grin. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a new toy to play with tonight, don’t you think?”
In this exact moment, it hits me like a cold wave: the game wasn’t something I was going to play. On the contrary, I was going to be the game, the toy they would use for their game.
A game where I wouldn’t be in control, where I’d simply be a tool in their hands. The realization stirs something deep inside me, a mix of nerve and… Lust?. I don’t know what they expect from me, but I’m perfectly aware that I have no choice but to surrender. This isn’t about me anymore, it’s about what they want, what they need. And somehow, that thought makes my heart race, even as my mind screams for clarity.
I step out onto the street from my apartment’s lobby, and the blazing sun in Barcelona blinds me for a moment. A wave of mixed sensations washes over me—somewhere between a hangover and a lingering buzz. I feel powerful, yet at the same time, I’m tired and a little ashamed.
“Is this the new ‘me’?”
As I wait on the subway platform, my mind drifts back to the events of yesterday and the long, chaotic night that followed.
I woke up early, gave Victoria, my girlfriend, a quick goodbye kiss, and rushed to the office—business as usual. I spent the morning arguing with my colleagues about how to approach the report we need to deliver next week to headquarters regarding the development of the new system implemented in the stores.
By midday, I made a quick stop to grab a sandwich from the vending machine, downed a terrible coffee, and smoked two cigarettes in a row.
The moment I stubbed out the last cigarette in the ashtray, my phone buzzed in the inside pocket of my blazer.
Victoria: I’ve been thinking about our last conversation… Maybe it’s time to spice things up a bit and bring back the Victoria you haven’t met yet…
A sudden chill shoots down my spine, igniting a fire of goosebumps all over my body. I can't shake the feeling, despite having shaved every inch of skin.
A few days ago, Victoria and I discussed the dwindling passion in our relationship, and now her worries become my own. The passage of time has corroded our intimacy, leaving us both unsettled with a sense of loss and longing.
After spending countless days, months, and years by each other's side, we've reached a level of comfort where we can freely express our thoughts without the fear of being judged.
Victoria opened up to me about her desire for a more adventurous sex life, confessing that she missed the excitement and variety of her past experiences. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and inadequacy as she recalled her previous sexual escapades. At the same time, I understood her concern about our intimate life becoming routine and lacking passion. We had fallen into a pattern of perfunctory physical interactions, simply satisfying our immediate desires before returning to our mundane lives.
As I mustered up the courage, I finally told her that because she is older and we started hanging out when I was only eighteen, I never had a chance to truly explore my sexuality. Lately, I've been questioning my sexual preferences due to my browser's porn search history. Words like "Bound", "milked", and "Domination" kept appearing, and they were arousing me more and more each time. In fact, I found myself watching the same video over and over again for months now. It was a scene where a man comes home from work to find his wife with another man. She then orders her husband to sit down while she and her lover tie him up and pleasure him repeatedly. The thought of being exposed in front of others has been consuming my thoughts lately and turning me on greatly.
Our conversation lasted well into the night as we shared a bottle of wine, determined to address our doubts about our lack of attraction to each other. As the night wore on, we discovered that all we needed was open communication.
"You are like a goddess, how could I not be turned on by you," I told her, and she returned the compliment by praising my progress at the gym over the years.
"Your thirties are treating you well, you look like a model now," she said to me with a smile.
A sudden, jolting vibration snaps me out of my thoughts as my phone lights up with a new message.
"Wanna play?"
the words taunt me, filling me with unease. My heart races as I try to ignore the urge to respond, knowing it could lead down to an unknown path. But the temptation is too strong and I feel myself succumbing to her call. I try to self encourage me and with trembling fingers, I type out a hesitant reply, feeling empowered and fearful at the same time.
“I’m in your hands. What’s the game?”
“Don't overthink it, just go with the flow and continue with your daily routine. You might be pleasantly surprised by what happens throughout the day.”
The cryptic answer leaves me with a maddening sense of curiosity, like a caged animal desperate to break free. I can feel my heart racing and my body trembling with anticipation. As my eyes linger on Maria, my colleague, I am suddenly aware of an unfamiliar sensation in my crotch - a primal arousal that has now grown to an overwhelming intensity. This message has clearly had a powerful impact on me, and I am consumed by the need to uncover its secrets.
I attempt to stick to my usual routine and return to work, spending the afternoon sifting through countless poorly written reports from store managers in an effort to gather information for my own report. However, I can't seem to focus; my mind keeps wandering back to the game and I find myself constantly thinking about it.
The clock finally strikes four, and I am liberated from work. As always, I make my way to the gym, following Victoria's instructions to maintain my routine.
I open my locker and catch a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror attached to the door. I feel confident and attractive, and can't resist admiring my reflection as I take off my clothes. The hard work I've put in at the gym is paying off, and it's always satisfying to see the results in the mirror.
With a fluid motion, I slip off my blazer and carefully hand it to the side. My fingers deftly unbutton my shirt, revealing my bare chest in the mirror's reflection. My pants cling tightly to my waistband, showing the outline of my briefs. The anticipation builds as I start to pull down my pants, feeling the heat and hardness of my cock straining against the fabric. With a satisfying bounce, it finally pops free from its constraints, standing tall and proud.
I examine my body carefully, noticing the new contour in my legs and the muscles in my knees that are becoming more defined. I've always wanted footballer's legs, and I can see them starting to take shape. When I roll up my eyes, I catch a glimpse of my bulge, pressed tightly against my white Calvin Klein briefs. My hard dick is pointing towards the right, with my balls nestled next to it. It's not huge, just eighteen centimeters long and not very thick, but I have to admit that it looks pretty nice when it's standing at attention. The rosy head and my balls hanging low, shiny and shaved, ready for action. My abs glisten with sweat from the summer heat, and my shoulders are finally looking wider than before.
As I steal a glance at Adri in the mirror beside me, I catch him staring at me shamelessly. His eyes gleam with desire and I can feel his attraction towards me, even though he always insists on his straightness. I've caught him admiring my body multiple times as we pass each other in the locker room. In a normal situation, I would turn red and try to cover myself up, trying to hide the massive hard-on I am carrying. But today, I feel a sudden surge of confidence and relish in being desired by him.
I turn to Adri and casually ask, "Hey, how's it going?" as I flex my muscles in front of the mirror, noticing if it catches his attention.
"Hey dude, just finished my workout and heading out to meet up with Victoria. Are you gonna join us later?" he asks in a teasing manner.
"Does he have any information about 'the game'?"
"Not sure yet, man. I'm waiting for Victoria to text me with today's plans."
"Good boy," he responds, reaffirming the tone I picked up on earlier and indicating that he is privy to information I am not.
Adri shuts the zipper on his backpack and makes his way to the door, shouting "Catch you later, dude!"
As I work out, the word "catch" echoes in my mind. Did he deliberately choose that specific word to send a message? Or was it just a random choice in casual conversation?
“You're being too imaginative, Liam. I highly doubt that Adri knows anything about this so-called "game" and you're just making it all up.” I tell to myself.
It's hard for me to focus on my exercise today as my mind is preoccupied with other things. But I push through and finish. As I make my way to the locker room, I usually have enough modesty to walk in my underwear. But today, I feel confident and comfortable in my skin, so I grab the towel from my bag and drape it over my shoulder as I proudly strut into the shower area completely naked letting everyone see my semi-erect dick.
After taking a hot shower that, admittedly, focused mainly on soaping my dick and getting a complete hard-on, I return to my locker showing it off only to find it unlocked. Normally, I don't bother locking it when I go to the shower since it's just a few steps away and easily visible. But today, I was lost in my own thoughts and didn't pay attention. It looks like someone has opened it while I was away. There is a note placed on top of my bag.
A note hastily scribbled with a simple "V" at the bottom reads: "Get ready and head home. The game has started and we need you to be on standby." I wonder how she managed to sneak the note in here as a specific name crosses my mind. Is it possible that Adri is the one behind this?
It feels like I'm the protagonist in a thriller where a stalker constantly pursues his victim until he's finally caught. I reach into my bag to grab my underwear, only to realize that it's not there. Neither pair that I brought is anywhere to be found inside my bag...I empty everything out onto the bench and confirm that they have disappeared. This must be part of the game. So, with the confidence I've gained today, I dress myself and decide to walk around without underwear.
The sun is beginning to set, but the heat still lingers. I tuck my blazer into my backpack and roll up the sleeves of my shirt as I make my way home. When I finally reach the door, I can hear the faint murmur of conversation from the landing. There are two voices inside, so I figure the game must have been interrupted by something—or someone.
Sliding the key into the lock, I open the door to find Victoria and Adri chatting in the kitchen.
“Hi, honey. You’re finally here. We were just talking about you,” Victoria greets me with a teasing glint in her eyes.
“How was the gym, man? Anything special happen?” Adri adds, his smirk letting me know he’s behind the note I found earlier on my bag.
“H-Hey… I wasn’t expecting company,” I stammer, trying not to sound rude.
“Don’t worry, babe, we’ve got time,” Victoria says with a playful smile. “Just drop your stuff and join us.”
I head to the dressing room, setting my bag on the armchair near the door. I hang my blazer and begin to change into something more comfortable, but Victoria’s voice interrupts me from the kitchen.
“Babe, don’t change yet. You look fucking sexy in that shirt.”
Confused, I walk back into the kitchen, glancing between them as I try to piece together what’s happening. Adri now wears a sly smile, the kind that tells me he knows more than he’s letting on. His expression sends a spark of nervous energy through me.
“Are we going somewhere?” I ask, trying to sound casual.
Victoria chuckles softly, exchanging a knowing glance with Adri. “Should we start?” she asks him, taking my hand and guiding me toward my man cave—the room I use to play video games and, well, take care of other things.
Adri follows us silently, but I can feel his gaze on me, and for reasons I can’t quite explain, my body reacts. My pulse quickens, and I’m already hard by the time we reach the room.
Once inside, Victoria turns to me, locking her gaze on mine. “We’re going to have some real fun tonight, babe. Adri and I have seen the videos you’ve been watching—and, well, he told me everything we already suspected. He’s curious about you. So, I thought we could shake things up and revive our sex life. What do you think?”
I open my mouth, but no words come out. All I can do is nod.
“Good boy,” she says, her hand trailing from my neck to my chest in a slow, deliberate motion.
Victoria then turns to Adri with a mischievous grin. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a new toy to play with tonight, don’t you think?”
In this exact moment, it hits me like a cold wave: the game wasn’t something I was going to play. On the contrary, I was going to be the game, the toy they would use for their game.
A game where I wouldn’t be in control, where I’d simply be a tool in their hands. The realization stirs something deep inside me, a mix of nerve and… Lust?. I don’t know what they expect from me, but I’m perfectly aware that I have no choice but to surrender. This isn’t about me anymore, it’s about what they want, what they need. And somehow, that thought makes my heart race, even as my mind screams for clarity.
