Wesley Bracken
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Just Say Yes (Suggested Story)
🕑 Added 2023-11-03 17:15:02 +0000 UTCLoosely inspired by a suggestion from Matt: "Basically guy gets to premake life choices, but makes a bad one and it pulls him down a bad path, between choices he's lucid and once he's done he's trapped in an autopilot body. Whatever of that sounds fun to you."
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“You say no to everything!” Kyle said with an exasperated sigh, “Don’t you want to do anything?”
“Look, it just doesn’t sound like that much fun to me,” Greg said, “I don’t even like drinking! Why would I go to a bar?”
“Can’t you even just humor me?” Kyle said, “Come out and try to have fun for once? All you ever do is say no, it’s exhausting.”
The fight continued like their fights usually did, with Greg holding fast to his no, and Kyle picking and prodding and trying to get his dull boyfriend out with him. In the end, Kyle left in a bit of a huff, heading for the bar near the college campus all by himself, while Greg sulked alone in the apartment they shared wondering just what exactly was go great about going out and getting drunk every weekend. Greg contented himself with some streaming shows for a while, and did his best to put the fight out of his mind. He wasn’t particularly worried about Kyle cheating on him—after all, sex didn’t really interest him all that much either. He liked to chill alone, Kyle liked to go out, he didn’t see why that couldn’t be the end of the conversation, but every time, Kyle would nag him about it.
“Well that’s not too surprising, you are quite the bore, you know,” a voice said behind him, and Greg leapt up from the sofa and whirled around, only to find a little impish thing perched on the back of the sofa, giggling and laughing.
“What the fuck are you?” he said.
“Just your friendly, neighborhood imp is all,” the creature said, “and I couldn’t help but notice that Kyle is right—you are a total bore. Haven’t you done anything risky your whole life? Taken a chance on something just because? Ever thought that you could just say yes?”
Greg rubbed his eyes, unable to believe that the creature was staring at him, but when he opened them again, there it was. “How…how is this even possible?”
“See? You’re so addicted to the word ‘no’ that you can’t even bring yourself to believe that I might be real,” the imp said.
“Get the fuck out, get out of my apartment,” Greg said.
“No, I don’t think I will. See Greg, I appeared before you tonight because you need a change. You’re stuck in a rut! There’s not a single exciting thing about you, and I think we should change that,” the little imp tittered again, and began weaving a little spell with his hands. “With this little curse, you won’t be able to say no anymore, Greg—From now on, you’re always going to say yes, to anything someone suggests. Now, inside, you won’t want to do it at first I think, but once you get used to it, I think you’ll realize how much fun it is being agreeable. How does that sound, eh? Enough to shake a boring fellow like you out of your rut?”
Before Greg could do anything, the imp pushed the energy into Greg’s chest, sending him back a few steps in surprise, as a new weave of fate wove it’s way around him. “There. Now what do you say, Greg? Why don’t you go on out to a bar tonight, eh? Have some fun?”
Greg wanted to say no, like he always did. Instead, something else happened to him, like a switch in his mind turning something around. “Y-Yeah, I…I will do that, that sounds nice,” he said. It wasn’t the truth—he didn’t want to go out! But he couldn’t stop himself from heading into the bedroom, getting dressed, finding his phone, wallet and keys, and heading for the door.
“That’s much better,” the imp said, “Why don’t you head to the place on your phone? I know where Kyle likes to go, but this place is much more interesting…”
Greg felt his phone vibrate, pulled it out, and saw directions to a bar he hadn’t heard of, called Pigtown, not too far from campus. Kyle liked to go to the loud and bright dance clubs, but that place didn’t look anything like that. It looked dark, and seedy, and more than a little dangerous. “Yeah, that looks like a great place, I’ll head there,” he said, pulled on his coat, and headed for the apartment door, desperately trying to stop himself, while the imp just laughed, knowing that Greg’s life would never be the same after tonight.
All the way there, Greg kept trying to wrench control away from his body, turn around, and go back to the apartment. None of this was real, it couldn’t be real. Weird fairy creatures didn’t exist, magic didn’t exist, none of this could be happening, but that didn’t stop him from walking the eight or so blocks, until he ended up in front of the bar called Pigtown.
An idea occurred to him. He didn’t have to stay at the bar. He just needed to go in and leave again, and he’d be free. He opened the door, took a couple of steps into the dingy dive bar, turned to leave, only to find himself faced with the same imp from his apartment. “Going so soon? I think you need to have a drink first, Greg. It’ll help you loosen up.”
Greg did another about face, and headed for the bar instead, cursing the imp for following him all the way here. He got up to the bartender, ordered a bottle of water—since the imp hadn’t told him what to order—and the bartender just gave him a look, handed it to him, and took his payment.
“You’re a tougher nut to crack than I thought—a clever one too,” the imp said.
Greg just took the cap off the water, guzzled it down as fast as he could, and booked it for the exit as quick as he could, before the imp could give him another one of his helpful suggestions. However, just as he was getting to the door, it swung open, and in stepped a tall, and rather fat fellow wearing a lot of denim and leather. Greg slammed right into his gut, and the impact sent him flying backwards, where he landed on his ass in the middle of the bar.
“Damn little fella, where the hell ya goin’ so fast?” the man said, offering Greg a hand and dragging him back upright. Greg got a better look at him then—the big gray beard, the hair in a ponytail pulled back with a bandana, the leather biker jacket and chaps, and the leather vest, showing off his heavily tattooed belly. “You weren’t thinking of leaving so soon, were ya?” the man said, “Come on, let me buy ya a drink after that. The name’s Bill.”
Greg gritted his teeth, trying to resist the compulsion, but all he could say was, “Sure, you can buy me a drink,” but resisted the urge to introduce himself. He’d let Bill buy him one drink, then he’d be out of here as fast as he possibly could be.
Well, after buying him a big beer, Bill immediately suggested they head out back onto the patio for a smoke. Greg said that he didn’t smoke, but when Bill offered him a cigar, he couldn’t stop himself from taking it and lighting it up under Bill’s direction. He was also keenly aware of the fat biker’s hand on his thigh, which hadn’t left since he’d sat down next to him. The cigar tasted awful, and made him cough, but Bill told him the first one was always hard—still he couldn’t resist the compulsion, and so he kept smoking it.
“So what brings a pretty little college boy like you to Pigtown tonight?” Bill asked, “The guys on campus must be too boring for you, eh?”
Greg couldn’t very well tell him the truth. After all, if he knew that Greg literally couldn’t say no to anything Bill suggested, he had a feeling that wouldn’t end well for him. “Just…just wanted to get off campus for a bit. Id heard of this place, and thought I’d check it out.”
“Yeah? You don’t have to be coy with me, boy. I bet ya came here tonight looking for daddy dick, didn’t you? Go on, you can give it a rub…”
In truth, Greg found Bill disgusting, but he couldn’t stop his body from reaching under Bill’s huge gut and rubbing the crotch of his greasy jeans—and he could feel just how hard Bill was already.
“You know, there’s a few dark corners in the bar, if you wanna taste Daddy’s cock, boy,” Bill said.
Greg felt his stomach turn, even as his voice said, “I’d love to get a taste of it,” and he heard the imp’s laughter behind him.
Bill just leered at him, got up, and Greg couldn’t help but follow along, back inside, and down a side hallway, deeper into the bar. There were already groups of men there in the red light, doing all manner of unspeakable things to each other, but he heard the zipper of Bill’s jeans, and got down on his knees. “Clean it up real good, boy.”
Greg was hoping he might find some loophole, something that would let him get out of this, but Bill was a rather verbal fellow, constantly adding to “Suck it,” or “Yeah, you hungry little pig came here tonight, and you weren’t gonna leave until you had a big load in your gut.” So Greg sucked. He’d never been great at sex, in all honesty. Eventually, Bill got a bit annoyed, grabbed hold of Greg’s hair and just started fucking his face for a few minutes, Greg just trying to focus on breathing, until the big biker shot a big load in his mouth, which Greg found himself forced to swallow, after Bill’s earlier suggestion. Maybe now. Maybe now, he can get the hell out of here without further humiliation.
Except before he could get up off his knees, another man had come up beside Bill with his cock hanging out. “Mind if I use your boy’s mouth bud? He’s a hot little fucker.”
“Hey, he ain’t mine, but what he lacks in experience, he makes up in vigor,” Bill said.
The stranger in the dark chuckled. “Well go on then, why don’t you get some more practice in,” he said, and Greg couldn’t stop himself from opening up, and sucking his second cock of the evening, then a third, then a fourth. He hated every second of it, but his reputation had grown as the bar got busier, a young cum-hungry pig in the dark who isn’t saying no to anyone, and so they started gathering around him, spraying him with their loads if they weren’t patient enough to wait for his mouth, and the more he sucked, some dark part of himself began to grow. He started to like it, how all these men wanted him, desired him. Sure it made him feel dirty, and gross, and degraded, but maybe that part wasn’t so bad either. He looked up on occasion and saw the imp perched up high, leering down at him with it’s beady little eyes, like it knew the truth growing inside him.
Then, it was last call. Greg had lost track of how many loads he’d swallowed, how many loads were on him, but the crowd died down, the demands slowed, and he found himself alone in the dark at last. He got up, knees aching from hours spent on the floor, and stumbled out into the main bar as the house lights came up, the bartender there, wiping down the counter. “There you are,” he said, “A little friend of mine told me you were having a blast back there.” The little imp laughed, and landed on the bar, where the bartender gave the little demon a pat on the head.
“You…you can see him?”
“Sure can—he’s one of my familiars. Likes to roam around, help drum up business here and there.”
“You—you fucking—you can’t fucking do this to me!” Greg said, “You have to fix me, this was awful!”
The bartender just laughed, “I know how you really felt, Greg, down in that soul of yours. You enjoyed it, even if you don’t want to admit it. How about this—tell me you hated it, all of it, and don’t lie to me, and I’ll lift the curse. Tell me the truth.”
Greg tried to say it. Tried to tell him that he’d hated it, but it wasn’t true. He hadn’t exactly…liked it, either, but there was something deeply pleasurable about being used like that, something deliciously fun in no longer being able to say no.
“See? My little imp knows how to pick ‘em. Give it a week, and you’ll come around I’m sure. You’re gonna come back of course. Every night from now on. Close the place down, won’t you?”
“Y-Yeah, that sounds like a plan,” Greg felt himself say, and nearly choked out a sob.
“How about one last load for the road, eh?” the bartender said, “Don’t you owe me a little something for helping you out like this? After all, your life sure as hell ain’t gonna be boring from now on.”
Greg shuffled his way behind the bar, got down on his knees, and blew the bartender, then headed home to his apartment with Kyle, who had beaten him home, and was already in bed. He couldn’t take the shame, and so he took a shower and slept on the couch. The next night, when he dressed to go out, Kyle asked him where he was going, and Greg managed a lie, that he needed to run an errand. His feet took him to Pigtown, and he felt it, that little flutter of excitement mixed with the previous dread. He went inside, his life permanently set on a brand new course, all because of a yes instead of a no.
Comments
Red Ash
This was very hot, and it was so nice to read a new Pigtown story!
