They say the body has memory.

I didn’t believe that until I started waking up soaked in sweat and c*m, my heart racing, my fingers trembling, my lips parted as if I’d been whispering his name in sleep.

But I never even knew his real name.

I remember his voice though, how it curled around me like smoke, soft and deep, commanding yet kind, dark and dangerous.

He never touched me. Never laid a hand on me. But I came so hard, I cried.

Now, every night, I crave it. That voice. That whisper that made my knees weak. That sin I never thought I’d want.

I thought I was straight. Now, I’m not even sure I’m sane.

And I think I’d ruin myself just to hear it again.

For 25 years, Zayn lived in a world of straight expectations, dating girls, chasing pleasure that always ended in silence and frustration. Sex was a routine, not release. Until one bored night, chasing a thrill, he said yes to something different.

A man in a club offered him more than money, he offered a secret, a night of satisfaction like he’d never known. But when Zayn entered that hotel room, he didn’t expect him, the rich, cold, dangerously alluring heir of a conservative empire, whose father publicly condemns everything he hides in the dark.

What started as a one-night experiment turned into a dangerous addiction. Without a single touch, Zayn was broken open, undone, and made to scream, cry, and beg, only through sound.

Now, even back home, Zayn trembles when he hears his voice in dreams, in memory, in madness. His sheets are always wet. His nights are restless. His body wants more.

And the worst part?

He's starting to want him, too.


18+ WARNING 
This story contains explicit male-male content, intense erotic scenes, and psychological seduction.
If you're not ready for a world where a voice can break you, proceed cautiously.

Read at your discretion.

My blood turned to ice. It was Meera's voice. Before I could even breathe, let alone ask what the hell was going on, the line went dead. 


I pressed the phone to my ear, listening to the static, the deafening silence that followed Meera's voice. My entire body locked up. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.


Just tell him to stop calling you already!


The words played on repeat. It was a command, not a question, and it had been instantly obeyed. I couldn't believe what had just happened. He was with her. They were together, and she was already dictating his actions. The agony of the gamble had just become a terrifying reality.


I forced my hand to lower the phone. I didn't call back. I didn't text. I had given him the space to choose, and I wouldn't undermine my own risk, no matter how much my fingers ached to dial his number. I had to hold firm.


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