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.

Her gaze sharpened, her expression serious. "We should talk about Meera and your son."


I froze, my breath catching in my throat. "How did you know that?" I stammered.


She didn't hesitate. "Meera reached out to me."


"Mom, I didn't mean to hide it from you," I rushed to explain, my voice tight with distress. "I just... I didn't want to talk about something so heavy over the phone. I planned to tell you in person."


"It's okay, Zayn," she said softly, reaching out to rub my arm reassuringly.


"What did she say?" I asked, dread coiling in my gut.


Mom sighed, recalling the conversation. "She called me that morning, actually. She explained everything to me."


Mom's expression hardened slightly. "She said you refused to take responsibility for your child. She spoke at length about the pain of raising him alone, and I did sympathize with her truly. But that changed the moment she claimed you chose someone of the same gender over your own child."


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