Models: Eli Bennet & Garrett Kinsley
A small part of Gabby felt guilty for slipping away from the bachelorette party. Tonight was supposed to be about Perri so it felt selfish to abandon her, especially this early in the night. Yet from the moment they arrived Gabby knew she wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to explore. Anywhere else she would have stuck by Perri’s side all night, but Club Fantasy was simply too tempting. It was a sweetshop bursting with options and Gabby wanted to discover them all.
Besides, Perri still had plenty of friends to keep her company in Gabby’s absence. And she wouldn’t be gone for long – just a brief tour around the backrooms to see if there was any truth behind all the rumours she’d heard. With any luck she’d make it back before Perri even realised she was missing.
At least, that’s what she told herself as the voices of the group faded behind her. As she wriggled between the writhing bodies packing the dancefloor. As she emerged from the crowd at the mouth of a dim corridor with kissing couples flanking the open arch. Peering inside she could see more silhouettes, their outlines illuminated by the soft red lights lining the ceiling as they kissed and groped and kneeled to perform more intimate acts.
Well, it certainly lives up to expectations so far.
The rumours surrounding Club Fantasy were myriad and sordid. Whispers about unending corridors lined with an impossible number of rooms. About how time seemed to flow differently within its walls in order to facilitate as much depravity as possible. Or even that sometimes the people who came out weren’t the same as those who went in. None of the rumours made much sense, but they were prevalent enough that the club had become something of an urban legend. And tonight Gabby was one of the many patrons who came in pursuit of what – if any – truth lay behind that legend.
Though even she couldn’t imagine how deep down the rabbit hole her quest would lead her.
Gabby wasn’t sure why she stopped in front of the door. Visually it was no different to all the others she’d walked by – indeed, the only way to tell any of them apart was the pitch of the moans oozing round the frame – yet for some reason it caught her eye. She couldn’t describe what made her twist the handle and slip through.
But once inside there was one thing Gabby knew for certain: all the stories about Club Fantasy were one hundred percent true.
Like the door, the room beyond was unremarkable. Most of the space was filled by a pair of large, white-quilted beds set against padded headboards that rose to the ceiling. On the opposite wall a plasma TV was mounted above a rich wooden sideboard, a handful of glasses and bottles scattered across the top while shelves of the same dark wood displayed the kind of stereotypically abstract art found in hotel rooms up and down the country. The room was bathed in the warm light of several lamps, and an air conditioning unit whirred softly overhead. All in all, it was the kind of bedroom one would expect in any modern hotel and not far removed from the one she was sharing with Ashley, Kelsey and Perri.
Not that Gabby noticed any of this. Her gaze was instead fixed on the spectacular view afforded by the floor-to-ceiling panoramic window. The cityscape beyond was bright with kaleidoscopic lights while streams of vehicles wound their way along the streets like neon ants beneath the vast black night sky. This in itself made no sense: though the dancefloor and corridors were dark, Gabby knew that outside Club Fantasy it was still evening, not night.
More nonsensical still was the skyline. Approaching the window, she felt her heart battering against her ribs.
‘Is that… Vegas?’
It was. No doubt about it. Having been to the city several times herself, Gabby knew it when she saw it. She also knew there was no possible way for her to be looking upon the city of sin – and yet here she was all the same.
By rights, Gabby should have started freaking out on the spot. Instead, her face lit up with giddy delight. Deep down in her whimsical soul Gabby had been desperately hoping Club Fantasy really was as magical as people claimed, and now that longing had been fulfilled her heat soared so high it was a wonder she didn’t levitate with it.
‘Magic,’ she breathed. ‘Real, actual magic.’
Suddenly overwhelmed by the enormity of the truth, Gabby staggered back and braced herself against the sideboard. In doing so her eyes fell on the outfit folded neatly on the bed nearest the window. Stepping closer she eyed the ensemble: red boxers, black jeans, white leather belt, and a dark olive shirt bearing an interwoven geometric pattern, all arranged in a line across the bedsheets.
The clothes hadn’t been there when she entered, she was sure of it. Gabby let out a shallow chuckle. First teleportation, now conjuring clothes from thin air – clearly the club was keen to show her what it was capable of.
‘I take it these are for me?’ She found herself looking at the door when she spoke, as if the club was listening from the other side, though she suspected if she opened it she would find herself in the corridor of whichever Vegas casino the club had deposited her in.
Plucking at her wine red cocktail dress she raised an eyebrow. ‘A little masculine for my tastes, but if you insist then I guess…’
Gabby never finished her sentence, for the instant her fingers touched the shirt her mind unravelled.
The vision only lasted a heartbeat but that was enough. All at once Gabby could see everything: Perri and the girls in their private booth; Vander and the boys at the bar; Penny and Manuel fucking insatiably while Autumn watched on with envy; Eden and Dee making sapphic love under the glorious tropical skies of Fantasy Resort. More mind-bending still, her thoughts were flooded with image of pleasures yet to come. Of long-separated deviants finally reunited and second chances being seized. Of sex and sin and sensuality drawing her friends into new realities from which they would never emerge.
High on magic, Gabby finally understood. This was no accident. The club had chosen her to be a conduit for its power even before she received her invite. This was where the club wanted her to be, and as the many threads of her vision converged the reason why rose to fill her mind: Elliott. One of Vander’s friends. She was here to help him – and based on the brief glimpses she was granted into the next few hours of her own future, that task was going to be very enjoyable indeed. All she had to do was take the chance the club was offering her.
Abruptly jerking her hand back, Gabby’s chest heaved as the rush of the vision faded. Then a smile crept over her pretty features.
‘Alright,’ she breathed, once again looking at the door, ‘I’m game.’
She knew what she was about to do would leave Perri waiting. But she also knew that soon enough Perri herself would be far too distracted to wonder where her book club friend had gone. As such, the next second Gabby was peeling off her dress and underwear, eager to don the outfit the club had chosen for her and finally experience first-hand all the sordid pleasures she had heard about…
What better night than tonight?
Standing in front of the bedroom’s full-length mirror, Elliott gnawed on his lip as Jo’s words echoed through his thoughts.
He knew that if his friend was still in the room she’d be urging Elliott to take his chance. But since Jo was already downstairs Elliott was left with only his own thoughts for company, and as always that meant doubt was steadily creeping in.
What if I screw things up? I don’t know how to flirt like him. Hell, I get tongue-tied just talking to Jo, let alone hot strangers.
Immediately Jo’s earlier words jumped in to argue.
Think about it, this place is perfect for you. Where better to find a casual hookup than here? Half the guys here will be looking for the exact same thing, and when you’re in a place like this commitment is the last thought on anybody’s mind – only fun. Nobody’s going to care if you’re nervous, they’re just here for a good time. Hell, rumour has it this is where ‘a good time’ comes to let its hair down. Believe me, it’s just what you need.
In spite of the anxieties frothing in his core, Elliott did his best to seize the argument. Jo had spent the past few hours calmly talking through Elliott’s concerns, deftly disarming each one as easily as a tennis pro flicking back a volley. And though Elliott’s irrational side still wanted to reject her words – to remain in comfortable solitude the way he was used to – he couldn’t deny the picture she painted was an enticing one.
It wasn’t the first time Jo had tried to convince Elliott to put himself out there, but tonight she’d sounded especially sincere. They both knew why.
Not too long ago Elliott had finally confided the truth to her: he was gay. It was a realisation Elliott himself had come to terms with slowly over several months of soul searching which, without him even realising, had led to him being even more introverted than usual. Jo had been accepting as always, though Elliott’s recent radio silence had left her concerned that he might draw into himself even further.
We both know that between the two of us you’ve always been the quiet one, she’d said. I just don’t want to see you go further down that path. This is who you are and I want you to be proud of it. You don’t have to hide anything from anyone, okay? Be yourself and the people who deserve to know the real Elliott will find you.
The memory stirred a smile: Elliott knew he was lucky to have Jo. Though they’d been friends since university their personalities were wildly different – Elliott shy, humble and of minimal intimate experience while Jo was confident, extroverted and a seasoned sex fanatic – and by rights their friendship shouldn’t work at all. If anything Elliott found such people incredibly draining, yet for some reason Jo was the exception to the rule. Even after years of friendship he wasn’t sure why, but perhaps Jo’s constant desire to see Elliott get the best out of life was a contributing factor.
And it was in this interest that Jo was so eager for him to let loose at Club Fantasy. Luckily, she’d provided several helpful tips in that regard too.
Whenever I’m nervous, I wear something different to normal. Something I think looks cool and makes me stand out a bit. I find breaking my norms also breaks me out of the nerves.
It wasn’t something Elliott would have thought of himself, but if anybody knew what they were talking about when it came to bagging a hookup it was Jo: the woman had a list of fuck buddies longer than Elliott’s university thesis.
So, clinging tight to Jo’s words to stave off the self-doubt, Elliott turned on his heel and marched into the walk-in wardrobe.
Rather than peruse the shelves he crossed straight to the jewellery section. Composed of a set of velvet-lined shelves laden with flashes of gold, silver and precious stones, the display had caught his eye earlier when he and Jo were perusing the room’s amenities. While he fully intended to take his friend’s advice, Elliott knew a big change would only make his anxiety worse rather than better, so a new shirt or jacket was out of the question. A new earring, on the other hand, was a much more viable option.
After a few minutes Elliott settled on his final choice. The thin gold taper earrings were more striking than his usual small black stretchers, yet not so gaudy as to draw more attention than he was comfortable with.
Popping out his current stretchers Elliott replaced them with the tapers then looked up bashfully at the mirror set above the jewellery display.
Eyeing his new earring, a smile worked its way slowly across Elliott’s face. At first it was a smile of shy pride – the apprehensive satisfaction of an introvert stepping outside their comfort zone. However, the wider it spread the more brainless Elliott’s smile became. His eyes rolled up before fluttering closed entirely, while every ounce of intelligence was leeched from his expression to leave him wearing the big, dumb grin of a man too high on bliss to even remember his own name.
It was in this state that Elliott became a new man.
At over six foot, Elliott was usually the tallest in any room, but as the waves of power washed over his body that height slowly began to dwindle. Bones and muscles creaking to accommodate the changes, his lanky frame shrank by half a foot in less than a minute, the vanished inches leaving his shirt and trousers as baggy as a child wearing their parent’s clothes. Nevertheless, despite the height loss Elliott’s body mass barely changed. Until tonight his fierce metabolism had kept him almost skeletally thin but now muscles once spread thin were compacted into a more robust physique. He remained slender and lean, yet there was a subtle strength hidden beneath the skin – skin which itself was warming by several shades, the sallow complexion earned from a career in a windowless office taking on a distinctly healthier flush.
The magic’s effect on his outfit was far quicker. The baggy shirt rapidly tightened around his athletic torso, the trousers shrank into a flattering skinny fit, and his belt constricted while losing several inches of excess length. In the same breath an industrial bar piercing slid into position bridging the curve of his left ear, whilst a smattering of fresh tattoos appeared in a flourish of ink.
Only when the rest of his transformation was complete did Elliott’s face succumb to the magic, as if his old features were a mask being removed to reveal the real man beneath. The angular lines of his bony visage softened slowly, simultaneously filling out and honing down into a kind of handsome beauty, both shrewd and sensual all at once. When they finally settled there was the faintest air of femininity about his new features, an enticing aura complemented by the undulating waves of the long black fringe swept over to one side like a river breaking its banks.
When Eli opened his eyes, he found he was smiling broadly. For a few seconds he wasn’t sure why, his mind dancing with the ghosts of memories he couldn’t quite grasp. Then the sound of movement in the next room spirited those thoughts away and he remembered exactly what had him so giddy.
Slipping from the walk-in wardrobe Eli emerged into a large bedroom bathed in lamplight. The panoramic window opposite looked out on a cityscape twinkling with neon light. His attention immediately fell to the figure standing over the bed nearest the window. The man was turned away and leaning heavily on the bed, shoulders rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.
Using the man’s heavy breathing to mask his approach, Eli scampered across the room. Without wasting a heartbeat, his hands snaked around the man’s torso from behind while he leaned in to whisper in his ear.
‘Surprise, handsome.’
Borne down onto the bed with Eli’s deft fingers unbuttoning his shirt as they descended, Garrett realised Club Fantasy was not pulling any punches. His transformation had infused arousal into his very soul and left him reeling in the aftermath, yet already Eli was kissing him before he’d even had chance to gather his senses.
His mind was still a whirlwind. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore, his body foreign and familiar all at once. As Eli tugged open his shirt Garrett expected the sensation of hands groping his tits, but those tits were gone now and once Eli began caressing his bare chest even the ghostly weight they’d left behind evaporated. The motion in his jeans was similarly distracting, his mounting arousal channelled through his rapidly stiffening cock rather than the waves of spreading lust he was used to. Even his new name felt odd; five minutes ago Gabby took her name for granted, but now the thought of identifying by any other name than Garrett seemed bizarre.
‘I’ve missed these lips,’ Eli panted between kisses. ‘I can’t believe you left me waiting so long.’ As he spoke one hand rose up to clasp Garrett’s neck, holding him in position.
As Garrett slowly pulled himself together he realised his memories were split in two. Rather than harvest Gabby’s life to make way for something new, Garrett’s reality had been planted alongside hers, like different crops cultivated in the same field. For now his memories were still seedlings just taking root, but with each second in Eli’s presence they matured further and already Garrett knew Eli’s neediness was not entirely justified.
‘It’s only been a few hours. We made out in the back of the cab on the way here, remember?’
His eyes closed, Garrett heard rather than saw Eli’s smile. ‘So? If you ask me that’s still too long. If it were my choice I’d kiss you forever.’
‘Well it sure seems like you’re giving it your best attempt,’ Garrett chuckled.
Eli was leaning so far over the bed now he was almost horizontal. ‘Listen, babe, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’d really rather you just shut up and kiss me.’
Without waiting for a response he finally joined Garrett on the bedsheets. For several minutes they simply lost themselves in one another’s embrace, hands roving and stroking and groping as their lips danced a sordid duet. Garrett could feel Eli’s warmth through the thin fabric of his shirt, and though he desperately craved the chance to feel Eli’s chest on his whenever he moved to tug off his lover’s clothes Eli shifted position and knocked his hands aside. The first few times Garrett assumed it was merely accidental, but once his foiled attempts reached double digits it became clear Eli was deliberately tormenting him. His suspicion was confirmed when on his thirteenth try a fiendish smirk broke across Eli’s face.
‘And here I was thinking I was needy.’ His expression was impish, one brow arching as his grin spread wider. ‘Luckily I think I know how to help you let off some steam.’
Following Eli’s gaze, Garrett found his jeans partially tented and pressing against Eli’s midriff. It didn’t take a genius to work out what the slender slut was insinuating, and sure enough Eli promptly slid off the bed onto his knees, pulling Garrett’s jeans and boxers down with him as he went. His ribs sandwiched between Garrett’s spread legs, Eli eyed his exposed cock with a look of a shameless greed. Greed he soon acted upon.
Garrett’s orgasmic howl took Eli by surprise. Normally he was capable of containing his arousal for hours while they teased and tempted one another, so for him to seemingly lose himself at the first brush of Eli’s lips on his cock was notably out of character.
Then again, Eli rather liked it. He always enjoyed their familiar wrestle for control, but those rare occasions when he managed to reduce his lover to a babbling, writhing mess were particularly erotic. As such, Garrett’s whimpers only encouraged him to feast all the more voraciously, and before long the wet chorus of Garrett’s cock delving down his throat was singing through the room.
Overhead, Garrett looked like a man possessed. His torso shuddered, his eyes rolled and his head was flung back so he was facing the window, the inverted cityscape filling his blurry view with smudges of neon light. Drool trickled from the corner of his open mouth and his breath came in staccato bursts. Every so often he would lift his head and stare down at Eli, occasionally even running shaky hands through his hair, but neither ever lasted long before his head or hands once again slumped away as the pleasure drained his strength. After a while it was all he could do to hold himself up on his elbows without collapsing.
Eli watched with giddy satisfaction, using the torrent of groans and gasps to guide his movements. After so many sordid nights together he knew Garrett’s weaknesses by heart. Still, tonight his lover was particularly sensitive, for when Eli chose to exploit one – lips around the head, tongue flicking the tip, all while jerking him off – Garrett almost came on the spot.
This time Eli did pull away, though he continued licking the underside of Garrett’s shaft.
‘Is everything okay, babe? You’re acting like I’ve never gone down on you before.’
Garrett took a few seconds to catch his breath, his focus drifting in and out. ‘Everything’s fine… I just…’ He paused, gathering himself. When he spoke again there was more strength in his tone. ‘I’ve missed these lips,’ he said as he took Eli’s chin between his fingers. ‘If it were my choice I’d fuck them forever. But I’m also craving the chance to return the favour.’
This time it was Eli’s turn to let out a groan. Erotic anticipation sending tingles up his spine, he made no effort to resist when Garrett pulled him up onto the bed. Already Garrett was stripping him, his experienced hands making short work of buttons and zippers before flinging aside each item of clothing as if they were hot coals. Naturally Eli returned the favour.
By the time they were both naked the room was littered with discarded attire – in their haste they had even managed to hook a sock over the curtain rail. But with arousal burning through their insides neither of them cared about the mess as they frantically shifted into the position of ultimate satisfaction.
It quickly became obvious Garrett desperately needed an outlet. The second Eli’s cock came close enough he latched on, suckling hungrily while his groans of relief sent vibrations shuddering through Eli’s crotch. It was far from the most sensual blowjob Eli had ever received – in truth, Garrett was usually far more skilful – but the clumsiness was more than made up for by his raw enthusiasm.
In fact, Garrett’s oral attention was so intense Eli couldn’t bring himself to return the favour. The strength suddenly drained from his body he was forced to direct what little was left into his limbs in order to keep himself in position. He was powerless to stop his torso sagging low against Garrett’s, and when his head lolled forwards he missed his lover’s jutting cock entirely. Unable to lift his head again Eli was forced to run his tongue along the side of the shaft while jerking Garrett off weakly with his free hand.
And all the while he was subjected to wave after wave of ecstasy as Garrett indulged in a hedonistic feeding frenzy that filled the room with wet slurping.
Even with his mind reeling it was slowly beginning to dawn on Eli that something about tonight was very different. For one thing, Garrett’s normal composure was absent. One moment he was crippled by the pleasure of being blown, the next he was abandoning all decorum to reciprocate with the kind of crazed energy of a man finally experiencing a long-suppressed fantasy. If Eli hadn’t known better, he would have thought this was his fuck buddy’s first time.
But it wasn’t just Garrett. Raw energy roiled in Eli’s core like a vat of boiling oil. It was unlike anything he had ever felt – an intoxicating cocktail of lust and longing blended with some unnameable power. It hadn’t been there when they landed at the airport or when they had arrived at the casino. Yet from the second he stepped out the walk-in wardrobe it had been building and now a dense fog of arousal filled his thoughts. Swallowing them. Subduing them. Suffocating them.
In a brief burst of clarity, Eli suddenly understood why Garrett was so out of character. Something about this place was leeching away their self-control, reducing them to little more than primal beasts. Eli supposed he shouldn’t be surprised: rumour had it the casino had a talent for drawing out the deepest, darkest desires of even its most prudish guests. But none of the sordid gossip could have prepared either man for the orgasmic reality of spending a night in the building’s corruptive grip.
As if to confirm his suspicions, Eli’s thoughts were swiftly flooded by a plethora of wicked yearnings, his lucidity trampled beneath as they jostled for position. Not that he cared. In that moment all he cared about was satisfying whatever erotic urge fought through the mental haze.
But before he could do so Garrett was manhandling him into a new and naughtier position.
For a few seconds after Garrett’s dick sank inside him, Eli’s mind shorted out completely.
His lover was laid out beneath him, long cock jutting straight up while Eli straddled him, and as a result the loss of strength in his legs meant Eli could do nothing but accept his fate as he dropped down to take Garrett’s full length. His descent was helped by Garrett’s hand pressing down on his shoulders. In contrast Eli’s own hands were rendered aimless, one running through his own hair and the other pawing needily at Garrett’s neck.
‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck,’ Eli babbled, breath coming in shallow bursts.
Yet while Eli was steadily losing control Garrett was increasingly confident.
Up to now the barrage of new sensations had been overwhelming. The soul-splitting ecstasy of Eli going down on him; the instant addiction once he got a taste of the transformed man’s cock; the euphoric embrace of an ass around his shaft – each was enough to push him to the brink of his sanity. But the longer he spent in Eli’s company the more Garrett adapted to these new pleasures and the easier it was to tolerate the erotic whirlwind swirling inside. Little by little he regained control, reining in the tempest of masculine lusts that had once threatened to consume him.
And from that point on it became all too easy to exploit Eli’s growing delirium.
‘Look at yourself. What do you see?’ he asked, waiting for Eli to join him in viewing their reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. ‘I see a hot little cock junkie always hungry for his next fix. You and I both know this is your ultimate fantasy – no worries, no responsibilities, just me and you and as long as we like to fuck ourselves silly. It’s your nirvana, isn’t it?’
Eli nodded, his eyebrows knitting together as Garrett’s dick repeatedly hit his P-spot.
‘Well then, aren’t we lucky it’s mine too? After all, what guy could turn down these holes when you’re so eager to service the nearest cock with them?’ A wicked smirk spread across his lips as he caught Eli’s eye in the reflection. ‘Tell me, handsome, were you always this slutty deep down, or was it meeting me that corrupted you?’
Eli was moaning too much to reply, though it didn’t much matter: they both knew the answer was both. Eli’s inner deviant had been lurking beneath the surface for years, but only when he’d met Garrett was it finally set free.
So far Garrett’s memories of this new life had remained elusive, only filtering in occasionally between all the novel pleasures of masculinity. But now they gradually took shape, like silhouettes emerging through the lustful mental fog, populating his mind with recollections of years spent sinking ever deeper into depravity by Eli’s side.
Tracing them back, Garrett found all those memories originated from a single wild night – a night he suddenly had the urge to relive.
‘Remember this position?’ Garrett hissed as he sank into Eli from behind.
They were both upright on their knees, Eli’s back pulled firmly against Garrett’s chest, and the raven-haired twink’s eyes were rolling as echoes of the past and sensations of the present blended to supercharge his euphoria.
This was the position that had first made them cum together. Even now the memory of that experience ensured it remained their favourite, so it was no surprise that Eli immediately started squirming in his lover’s embrace. But Garrett was not so easily crippled, and with something akin to a snarl he wrapped a hand around Eli’s neck, twisted his face to the side, and locked lips with his pet while pumping in a relentless rhythm.
Tumbling through a whirlwind of pleasure, images of their shared past flashed through Eli’s mind.
There was nothing special about their first meeting. Like so many fuck buddies before them their story began on a nightclub dancefloor. Alcohol-fuelled dancing had given way to slow, sensual kissing, the thronging crowd swirling endlessly around them. From there they had pulled one another closer to share sordid promises of what they wanted to do with one another behind closed doors. By the end of the night Eli’s flat became the setting for the wildest fuck either man had ever experienced, and from that point on their lives had become irrevocably entangled.
From the outside their story seemed so stereotypical as to be almost mundane. However, from Eli’s perspective their chance encounter was nothing short of a miracle. Because without it his life would have taken a very different path.
At the time confidence had been a stranger to him. Having only recently come out, even showing his face at the club had been a monumental step and one which had taken months to build up to. Under the barrage of pounding music, whirling lights and writhing bodies all that courage had quickly drained away to leave him feeling crushingly isolated despite the innumerable men surrounding him. It had struck him then that the club was a space in which he did not belong. It required conviction, assertiveness – and neither were traits Eli possessed. He was so misplaced it was almost comical and he knew once he left he would never again be bold enough to return.
As if summoned by this pessimistic thought, Garrett caught Eli’s gaze in the very next heartbeat. That encounter had set Eli’s world spinning in a blur of lust and even now, years later, the momentum had not faltered.
When Garrett loosened his grip Eli slumped forward. Thrusting out his arms he caught himself before he could pitch facedown into the bedsheets, but Garrett’s deep thrusts set his elbows trembling and Eli knew it was just a matter of time before they gave in completely. His lungs burned, for each breath he took was immediately knocked out by the force of Garrett’s rolling hips before it could properly oxygenate him, yet even when his vision began to blur at the edges all he craved was more.
No matter where Eli looked the view only heightened his arousal.
To the right the mirror reflected their depravity and the chance to watch himself being fucked was far hotter than any ordinary porn. The sinuous gyration of Garrett’s body was hypnotic, as were the ripples that rolled through Eli’s supple skin with every collision of their hips. He could see the ecstasy written on his own face, the hunger on Garrett’s. Not to mention the building tension in his lover’s muscular physique that betrayed his rising orgasm.
Straight ahead Garrett’s boxers had landed on the pillow when Eli had thrown them, now acting as a constant reminder that the thick rod they once held was currently buried in Eli’s ass.
Looking down provided glimpses of his own cock swaying beneath him, the sight of his erection a constant reminder of how needy he was for his man. Looking up was no better, for whenever he did so Garrett would tangle a hand in his hair, tug back so he was staring at the ceiling, then use the leverage to plunge in with even more depth and force until Eli’s mind started to fray.
But it was the view to the left that Eli found the most erotic. Like the mirror the broad window showed the sordid scene back to them, albeit not quite as clearly. But beyond their reflection Vegas glittered in the night. The unmistakable writhing of bodies silhouetted in other hotel windows made it clear Eli and Garrett weren’t the only two deviants indulging their primal urges, and the thought that those other exhibitionists might also be watching Eli being railed from afar filled him with shameless delight.
Over the years Garrett had unlocked something in Eli that even he hadn’t truly realised was there. Sure, he’d always had a vivid imagination and all the creative fantasies that came with it, but his severe lack of confidence ensured they remained perpetually out of reach. But in Garrett’s presence nothing was off the table (figuratively or literally: one night Garrett had tied Eli up on the dinner table and used his holes as starter, main course and dessert). That freedom had slowly but surely drawn Eli’s true self to the surface – specifically the insatiable hedonist barely capable of going a single day without making lust to the man he craved above all else.
Their arrival in Vegas marked the culmination of that journey. When they met Eli was a sheltered, nervous thing. Now he was just as wildly uninhibited as Garrett, maybe even more so. And where better for a pair of nymphomaniacal fuck buddies to celebrate their shared sinfulness than the city where sin itself goes to unwind?
Of course, it hadn’t been hard to decide on the venue for said celebration. After all, even in Vegas there was only truly one place where depravity was a currency and sex a religion.
Eli’s elbows gave way without warning. Collapsing forwards he once again stopped himself from hitting the sheets by resting all his weight on his forearms, though the composure he’d maintained up to now was not so easily saved; he panted frantically, each breath laced with shrill whimpers, and he was trembling from head to toe.
Garrett loomed over his plaything. His energy-draining thrusts didn’t miss a beat, and when he reached out to grip Eli’s shoulder in order to pull himself in deeper the twink was forced to cling to his sanity or risk losing it altogether.
But the raven-haired slut wasn’t quite as powerless as he appeared. On the contrary, an energy of raw lust had been gradually accumulating within him, fuelled by each slap of their flesh and now bubbling so ferociously it threatened to boil over. It was an energy Eli had experienced many times before – enough to know it was a double-edged sword. If left unharnessed it would continue to build until his arousal reached a critical mass, at which point it would collapse under its own weight and drag him into mindless subspace for the rest of the night. If harnessed too soon it would burn up fast and inevitably leave him even more drained than before, thus rendering him little more than an erotic mannequin for Garrett to fuck however he pleased.
However, if timed right Eli could use the energy to transform into a creature of pure carnality. This is what he loved the most about being with Garrett: the way they could each bring the animal out of one another.
Carefully tapping into the roiling lust, Eli waited for the opportune moment. As he did so an impish smirk spread over his precum-slick lips: the casino had no idea what was about to hit it.
Neither did Garrett. It took several seconds for the absence of Eli’s hole around his cock to register, but by then he was already being forced onto his back. Disoriented by Eli’s burst of speed, when he landed his own momentum almost resulted in a backwards roll, his legs flinging up into the air and sweeping back until his knees touched down beside his ears.
Without enough energy to complete the roll, his hips remained aloft for a few seconds… then a few more… and several more still.
Gathering his senses Garrett found Eli stood over him. He held Garrett’s hips firmly in place, keeping him folded almost in half, and his rigid cock nestled in the depression of Garrett’s ass as he used one hand to apply a generous helping of the lube he had snatched up from the bedside table.
‘Tell me something, babe. Did I ever thank you for taking a chance on me that night? For showing me what real pleasure could feel like? For helping me realise I didn’t have to hide who I was anymore?’
The tables had turned. Now it was Garrett’s turn to moan incoherently, his sudden need to be fucked eclipsing all else. He could only shake his head – though whether it was the truth, or whether orgasmia was simply clouding his memories once again he didn’t know.
‘Well then, it’s high time I change that. But you know what they say: actions speak louder than words.’
When Eli lowered his body it achieved two things. First, it buried his cock in Garrett’s hole. And second, it bought their faces close enough to kiss. So, as he took up a steady rhythm of deep thrusts that set both their stomach’s flipping, both men set about making out until they no longer knew where their lips ended and those of their lover began.
With the bed rocking, the surrounding furniture littered with discarded clothing, and their sordid silhouettes visible from countless rooms across the city, the horny hedonists threw themselves into a fuckfest against which all their past hookups paled in comparison.
Then again, their boundless stamina was hardly surprising. Because Club Fantasy wasn’t the only place capable of weaving a little magic into the lives of its guests. Indeed, as lust consumed them their depravity was overseen by two words stitched red into the white leather of the padded headboard. Two words that marked this as the perfect place to indulge their deepest fetishes and fantasies: Metamorphose Casino…
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This story was one of a few in this series which started out extremely differently. In this case, not only did the original scene take place at Lake Fantasy rather than Metamorphose, but it also focused on a totally different model, Austin Young. Young is another model I’ve wanted to showcase for quite a while, however his scenes almost universally tailor to a very specific niche of petite young gay man being fucked by muscly big-cocked daddies. And while this isn’t a concept I inherently dislike (indeed I find many of his scenes superbly hot), when browsing his galleries I just couldn’t find one whose vibes matched the story I wanted to tell. In contrast, when I found this scene while looking for alternatives it stuck out immediately and once inspiration struck I knew I had to use it.
And boy am I glad I did. If nothing else, it enabled me to write a scene revolving around Eli Bennet, who is another of my favourite gay models. But also the scene offered the perfect opportunity to integrate Metamorphose Casino into Fantasy Universe. As mentioned in my comments on chapter 3, linking my stories together into one larger world of magic and depravity is something I really love doing, and since I already had one storyline based in Vegas it made total sense to involve it here. Admittedly for a little while I did consider having this be set at a new location called Fantasy Casino, but that just felt dumb to me since I already have pretty much that exact concept just under a different name. Hence I figured it would be far easier – and far more fun – to simply link Metamorphose into the web of locations accessible via Club Fantasy.
As my final note on this one, I will mention that I really wish it had an image sooner. Unfortunately, unlike other galleries this scene did not include images of each model individually, only as a pair, so I had to get through both transformations before I could actually include one. Having said this, I’m also not too upset by the long introduction to this one. At the end of the day, my gay stories always get less interaction than my cis/trans pieces, so I figure that those who are reading this don’t have any problems with it being a longer story since they’re here for as much gay smut as they can get. To those few of you who have read this all the way through, I really hope you enjoyed it, and while this is the only gay chapter in the series I can nonetheless assure you that more gay stories will continue to crop up amongst my future releases, so be sure to keep your eye out for those.
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