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.

Evric instantly pulled back, his voice sharp with surprise.


The word hit me like a bucket of cold water. Mom?


I straightened up, adjusting myself as fast as I could. My mind spun. I hadn't forgotten, Evric's father was openly homophobic. And if his father was like that, what if his mother was too? I didn't know what to expect, so I just… stood there, frozen.


Evric got to his feet and went to her with an easy smile, wrapping her in a hug.


She returned the hug and replied casually, "I was passing by. Your father told me about you coming to work, so I decided to stop in."


They talked for a moment, but I couldn't miss the way her eyes kept flicking toward me. Watching. Studying.


Finally, she leaned in close to Evric and whispered something I couldn't hear. He nodded, smiling at whatever she'd said. My curiosity burned, but before I could guess what it was, Evric walked back to me.


Chapter 44 - Chapter 44: An Invitation for the Weekend