Models: Asher Day & Jay Tee
Kai’s voice was soft and soothing, though softer still were the kisses he slowly trailed down Ivan’s bare chest. ‘It’s okay, dude. Just relax. I promise you’re going to enjoy this.’
Despite the calming words, at that moment relaxing was the last thing on Ivan’s mind. Not only was he buzzing with nervous energy but the influence of the Stereotype Gun crackled through his new body like a naked wire. Little blue sparks still darted across his skin, zipping about as if with a mind of their own before vanishing into his pores. Wherever they did so his muscles would swell a little further, and it was difficult to tell which felt better: that or Kai’s kisses.
A low whine escaped Ivan’s lips and he repeatedly clenched then unclenched his fists, struggling to process how far down the metaphorical rabbit hole he had already tumbled – and wrestling with how much further he was willing to fall.
Just a few hours earlier Ivan had shuffled into his very first gay club. The overstimulation had been immediate: pounding music, swirling lights, a pungent blend of sweat, aftershave and alcohol hanging thick in the air. The place was packed, heaving crowds dominating both the dance floor and the bar area, and Ivan had almost turned on his heel the moment he’d caught sight of the first shirtless guy. But he had spent too long building up the courage to put himself out there to back out now. So, with heart hammering and gut churning he’d slipped into the quietest booth he could find (one in which three other guys were making out so passionately they didn’t even notice him) and did his best to calm his fizzing nerves.
Somehow that decision to stay had spiralled into his current situation. Namely being topless on the sofa of some random guy, transformed into an entirely new man, and with the conflicting urges to flee or fuck waging war inside his head.
Needless to say this was not how he’d expected the night to go.
Ivan flinched as Kai’s lips brushed the skin just above his jeans. The further he descended the hotter his kisses felt, and this one was so intense Ivan half expected there to be a lip-shaped brand on the skin when Kai pulled away.
‘I can’t… I can’t think straight,’ he panted, chest heaving with arousal rather than exertion. ‘It’s like every time I reach for a thought it gets further away.’
Kai didn’t pull back to reply. Instead he remained close to Ivan’s abs, punctuating his words with more kisses. ‘That’s because you’re fighting it, handsome. The gun wants to help you accept your new body, but your nerves are making you resist. Until you stop there will be two people in your head: the old you and the new you. But don’t worry, I know exactly what you need to properly relax.’
Ivan did not resist as his hookup slowly pulled down his trousers, but that didn’t mean he was at ease with the motion. His entire body tensed, particularly when Kai cupped his balls in one palm and raised his rigid cock just a little higher.
But all that tension vaporised when Kai’s lips slid down his shaft.
Ivan’s first reaction wasn’t his own. Instead the searing pleasure briefly overwhelmed his original psyche and in its absence the man he had become was unshackled.
‘Fuck yes,’ he growled. His back arching he drove up into Kai’s mouth and barked a sound somewhere between a gasp and a laugh.
When his hips dropped down again Ivan was himself once more. Still, the lingering carnality of his alter ego remained, crackling along his nerves and sending thrills up and down his spine. In that moment Ivan knew how the night would end. Until now his two psyches had been separated by a door which, no matter how hard the new man tried to pull it open, Ivan’s nerves held firmly closed. But that fleeting glimpse of the pleasures this body could provide had cracked it open just a sliver and now the erotic effects of the Stereotype Gun were seeping through the gap. The more they did so, the wider it opened, and slowly but surely he began to feel the old and the new blending into one.
‘Oh fuck… oh fuck… oh fuck…’
Ivan couldn’t think what else to say. By now Kai was bobbing hungrily, the sordid wet music of his oral attention singing through the air. The lithe young man was clearly in his element, shamelessly abandoning any attempt at playing coy in order to feed on Ivan’s pulsing cock. And yet even in a state of apparent mindlessness, Kai’s movements were all aimed at supercharging Ivan’s arousal, from the delicate ballet his tongue danced around Ivan’s shaft to the gentle way he massaged the stud’s balls.
Considering the way they had met, that latter action seemed particularly ironic.
Ivan had been trying to extricate himself from the booth when Kai came to his rescue. It had taken a while, but when the other guys in the booth finally noticed him they had immediately tried to entice him into joining them. Drunk out of their minds they completely failed to register his panicked expression and instead started caressing his trembling body. Within seconds one of their hands was on his inner thigh and rising towards his crotch.
Before they could progress any further, however, Kai was suddenly standing over the table.
‘Hey dude, there you are,’ he’d said, looking straight at Ivan. ‘Me and the guys were thinking of moving to Club Incubus soon, you coming?’
Recognising the lifeline Kai was throwing him Ivan nodded before promptly grasping his outstretched hand. Aside from a disappointed groan the men in the booth barely reacted, instead returning to groping one another once again.
‘You looked like you needed a little help,’ Kai explained once they were some distance away.
It was only then that he realised Ivan was still holding his hand. Tightly. Looking into Ivan’s darting eyes he’d smiled warmly. ‘First time here?’ Ivan nodded. ‘Thought so. Here, let me buy you a drink. It seems like you could do with something to take the edge off.’
In the end, it wasn’t the alcohol that helped calm Ivan but Kai’s soothing presence. And in the span of just a few hours history was repeating itself, for the longer Kai sensually fed on Ivan’s cock the quieter his jangling nerves became – a quiet which allowed for yet more of his alter ego’s desires to taking hold.
Ivan could feel the scales of control gradually slipping in favour of his new psyche, yet he was still surprised by the thrill he felt when Kai began pulling off his own jeans. Because this time it wasn’t anxiety that rushed through him – it was lust.
I want to be inside him, Ivan realised. I want to look up at him as he rides my dick.
Fortunately, Kai was driven by the same craving.
Ivan had never fucked a guy before. He’d had a few sexual encounters in the past, but he was always the receiving party.
But the same could not be said of this new body. Not only was he fuelled by the urge to fill Kai’s tight ass, but his new persona was infused with drastically more erotic experience than the old Ivan. So when Kai straddled his hips, took hold of his shoulders and began sinking down, Ivan instinctively reached out to assist. With his broad hands on Kai’s ass he guided his lover’s slow descent, grunting as the ring of muscles parted and engulfed the full length of his cock.
All the while Kai held his gaze, a smile dancing on his lips. ‘See, handsome, doesn’t it feel good to leave all those nerves behind? Doesn’t it–’ He faltered as Ivan’s head pressed against his P-spot, making his eyes roll. When he continued his voice was noticeably breathier. ‘Doesn’t it feel good to fulfil the desires you’ve been holding inside?’
Ivan’s head trembled as he nodded. The pleasure of Kai’s hole embracing his manhood was mind-blowing and Ivan didn’t trust himself to reply out loud without howling. Tightening his grip on Kai’s ass he could feel himself succumbing to the euphoria of this new body. The mental door was swung wide now and the effects of the Stereotype Gun were pouring through his head, swamping it.
Burning with carnal hunger, Ivan finally managed two words forced through shuddering lips: ‘Ride me.’
It was a need Kai was only too happy to satisfy.
The moment Kai began to bounce Ivan’s mind was catapulted from his body. He was loosely aware of his lover’s sexy form writhing against his own – of the caress of Kai’s legs against his hips, of the trailing of his fingers over his shoulders, of the hard dick nestled in the lines of his abs – but these sensations were somehow detached from reality, like words shouted through water. In that moment the pleasure was too much to process so instead his thoughts crumbled back to the bar once again.
From the instant they met Kai had been able to read Ivan with ease.
‘You know what I think?’ he asked while they sat overlooking the dance floor. ‘I think part of you didn’t want me to interrupt those other guys. Sure, they were going about things all wrong, but part of you wants the kind of confidence to let you join in with them, or to go up to a hot guy and grind with him all night until you lose yourself. You want to come to your senses tomorrow morning in some hot guy’s bed and have the memories of the night before come rushing back in a blur of sex and sin. Any of this ringing any bells?’
Staring resolutely at the floor, Ivan nodded.
‘But your nerves are holding you back, right?’
Another nod.
When Kai spoke again there had been a vague smugness in his tone. ‘What if I said I could help you with that?’
And so Kai had explained about his Stereotype Gun. How he was a man of many tastes, all of which were possible to satisfy with a willing lover open to transformation; how he used it to turn hookups into all manner of body types, from massive black bulls eager to fuck him senseless to greedy femboys happy to satisfy his dominant streak; how once or twice it had even helped first-timers like Ivan explore the pleasure that would otherwise be rendered off-limits by their anxieties. He’d made clear there was no pressure to agree at the bar – if Ivan wanted they could simply go back to Kai’s and see how he felt once they were there.
In the end it never came to that. Whether it was the alcohol going to his head or his inner deviant straining to be released Ivan didn’t know, but he found himself nodding. ‘Yes. I’d like to try that.’
Downing the rest of his drink Kai held out his hand. ‘Come on then, lover boy. It’s a date.’
Ivan wasn’t sure exactly which stereotype Kai had selected for him, only that the transformation was a mind-bending experience. The instant the crackling blue energy beam engulfed him he’d let out an orgasmic shriek so loud it made the hanging lamp above him shiver. Within seconds his muscle mass had doubled, his weedy figure rapidly bulging out with abs and pecs and biceps that, though by no means Herculean, were far beyond anything Ivan had dreamed of until now. His tangled mop of hair shifted into a more dashing style cut close at the sides and upswept on top, while small crops of facial hair prickled across his chin and upper lip. And of course, the abrupt growth of his cock by several inches had threatened to drive him out of his mind completely.
It was a good thing Ivan was standing near the sofa when Kai fired the gun, for the moment the transformation was over he collapsed into the cushions, chest heaving and senses in disarray.
When he eventually regained his composure Ivan had been disappointed to feel his familiar nervousness still weighing on his mind. But he also found that Kai had already removed both their shirts and was tenderly kissing the muscular expanse of his new chest.
All of which had led them here. To Kai bouncing needily on his stud’s lap, and Ivan finally ready to accept the dominant confidence the gun had implanted within him. He was still himself, memories and all. But he was also more. This was Ivan uninhibited, and deep down he knew that after tonight was over those inhibitions would be banished for good.
Nevertheless, it came as a surprise to both men when Ivan suddenly heaved Kai into his arms, twisted them both around and deposited his lover heavily onto the sofa. The motion caused his cock to slide free of Kai’s ass, but neither of them had time for the loss to register before Ivan was moving again. Taking advantage of Kai’s disorientation he quickly folded the lithe man’s legs back against his chest, thereby exposing his now empty hole.
A heartbeat later Ivan groaned as his cock was once again welcomed by the warm, wet embrace of Kai’s ass. Acting on instinct he began to thrust, relishing the additional control this new position provided.
‘I could get used to this,’ Kai gasped after several minutes, his feet bobbing increasingly wildly as Ivan’s pace became gradually harder.
‘So could I,’ Ivan admitted.
Kai’s panted words were routinely interrupted as each thrust drove the breath from his lungs. ‘Well… there are… plenty more… stereotypes… where this one… came from.’
‘Is that a promise?’
‘Fuck yes,’ Kai gasped. His tormented expression made it clear he was approaching erotic delirium. ‘As long as… you fuck me… this good… every time… you can try… as many… as you like…’
On the old Ivan, the devilish grin he gave in response would have been severely out of character. But on this new version it looked right at home. ‘Now there’s an offer I can’t refuse. Still, we don’t have to rush things. After all, you’ve done so much for me tonight – the least I can do in return is breed you until you’re gushing.’
Before Kai could reply Ivan doubled his pace. After that the giddy bottom’s pleasure could only be expressed in a stream of delirious moans, regularly punctuated by the echoing slap of flesh on flesh as Ivan eagerly explored what his new body could do…
Thanks for reading!
There isn’t a whole lot to say about this one other than that it is definitely my favourite of the month. I love the setting, and when the idea of using the Stereotype Gun cropped up while I was planning this out I knew I had to run with it. Not only because it is a direly underserved concept on my blog (something I do hope to resolve in the long run) but also because the use of it to help somebody overcome their sexual anxieties felt wholesome in a particularly deviant sort of way, which is a big theme that carries through many of my stories.
As a quick aside, if anybody liked the sound of Club Incubus, it is actually a reference to another gay story I wrote several years ago so by all means go and check that out if you wish.
As we’re at the end of April this one is officially my last story for Gaypril 2025. Next week we’re back to my normal fare, which will run through to the end of June at which point I will be taking my July hiatus as usual. If you stuck around on my blog this month I really hope you enjoyed what you read, and I am very grateful for your support on these more niche stories.
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