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.

"Nantam, I'm lost." His voice was choked with helplessness.


I took a few ragged breaths, trying to stabilize my own shock. The details of my recent detention, the shame, the cold police cell, the stubborn pride that kept me there, all vanished. This was an actual, monumental crisis. My mind, which was always good at strategy, clicked back into place.


"Zayn, listen to me," I said, putting a hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly to pull him out of the breakdown. "We can worry about Meera's motives later, but right now, we deal with the facts. How long ago did she have this baby?"


He sniffled, trying to piece it together. "I… I don't know exactly. She just said she had a baby boy. It must've been after we broke up… Wait, no… the timing…" His voice faltered, panic rising. "I honestly don't know, Nantam. I can't start questioning her, it would make me look like I'm avoiding responsibility. The baby's innocent, Nantam. What am I supposed to do?"


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