DON'T Watch a Video Called...
A note to my regular readers: Note the M/M tag.
Your best bro in the world has been acting a bit strange. He was always a unique guy and always rather feminine, but you like him the way he is. You're usually attached at the hip, but he's been a bit distant. He's supposedly very busy, so you can't question it. He suddenly invites you over, and things seem like business as usual. Things take a strange turn when he shows you a certain video.
This has been living rent-free in my head for a while now. I've always wanted to write something for /hmoba/ for a while now, but I've been busy with my other projects. I just couldn't pass this up.
Here's the video I based the story off of. Something has to be wrong with me for this story to happen.
This Video Makes You Gay - WKUK
DON'T Watch a Video Called...
marumarun
Summary:
A note to my regular readers: Note the M/M tag.
Your best bro in the world has been acting a bit strange. He was always a unique guy and always rather feminine, but you like him the way he is. You're usually attached at the hip, but he's been a bit distant. He's supposedly very busy, so you can't question it. He suddenly invites you over, and things seem like business as usual. Things take a strange turn when he shows you a certain video.
This has been living rent-free in my head for a while now. I've always wanted to write something for /hmoba/ for a while now, but I've been busy with my other projects. I just couldn't pass this up.
Here's the video I based the story off of. Something has to be wrong with me for this story to happen.
Notes:
(See the end of the work for notes.)
Work Text:
Sammy has been really busy as of late. Every time you call him, all you can hear is clicking and typing. He's not a big computer nerd, so it comes as a surprise. You've tried to get him to tell you what he's up to, but he's been very evasive. He's either got some secret or he'll share whenever he's ready. You just wish it wasn't interrupting the quality time between you and your best friend. It's been almost two weeks of him dodging any invitations to hang out, but seemingly out of the blue, he invites you over.
"Anon? You want to come over?" Sammy asks.
"Of course, bro!" you answer cheerfully. "What are we going to do? Play some games? Watch a movie? Should I grab some beers?!"
You got a bit too excited because you haven't seen him for a while. Sure, two weeks might seem like a fairly short amount of time for friends to be separated as adults, but you aren't normal friends. You're best bros. It's already weird when you spend more than three days apart, so this is out of the ordinary. He doesn't get put off by your enthusiasm and responds normally.
"We can just hang out like normal, nothing special," he answers. "And I already have drinks here, so you don't have to stop."
"Awesome!" you say. "I'll be right over!"
He chuckles at your response, and you end the call after saying goodbye. He's not the most outgoing type and pretty shy, even around you. You know him well enough to tell that he's just as hyped as you are, in his own special way. You've known the man since elementary school, after all, and have been inseparable since. Your contrasting personalities complement each other well. He was always the soft one, and you were always bigger and tried to be the tough one. You'd protect him from bullying, as he was admittedly a pretty easy target. He's not too far from your place, so luckily you arrive at his apartment promptly. He buzzes you in and greets you warmly at the door. He's the touchy-feely type, so he gives you a hug once you make your way inside. Bro hugs are the best. You hate to admit it, but you've always been a bit envious of his place. It's much nicer than anything that you could afford, and tastefully decorated as well. At least it makes it a good spot to hang out at, even if it isn't quite as homey as your place. You take your usual spot on his sofa.
"Do you want a drink?" Sammy asks. "I got your favorite."
"Natty Daddies, right on!" you yell. "Beer me!"
"I don't know how you can drink this stuff," he sighs. "It's absolutely vile."
"It gets you drunk fast," you explain. "I wouldn't want to drink all of your fancy liquor."
"I would never mind, but if you like that poison, I won't stop you," he retorts.
You watch him from behind as he mixes himself some sort of cocktail, probably something classy since it's in a martini glass. It doesn't look like something fruity or sweet like he used to love, but he supposedly grew out of that years ago. It's just another part of his insecurities that make him so meek, even with you to a lesser degree. You wish that you could tell him that he doesn't need to hide anything from you and be himself, but you can't bring yourself to be that mushy. You've been very drunk with him a lot of times and still couldn't muster the courage. All you can do is be supportive, and he might discover the sentiment someday.
His personality and hang-ups are at least partially, if not almost entirely, from his body, though. Sammy is a lion anthro, and he's definitely one of the most petite ones that you've ever seen. He's an only child, but the runt of the litter is a good description when you compare him to other anthros. They're usually taller and more muscular than a human, which made for some rough playground scraps defending Sammy. You have about half a foot over the boy, and his frame is lithe and almost girlish. His arms are thin, and his torso looks like a teenager's. You know that he has a little bit of muscle in him, but the tiniest layer of fat hides any definition. If it wasn't for the slightly too wide shoulders and the complete lack of breasts, he'd look like a girl. What bothers him even more is that puberty was unkind to his lower body as well. His thighs and glutes bulked up a lot, but more than anything they got chubby. They're the envy of a healthy amount of women, and sometimes you think that your relationship would have taken a very different turn if he was born a girl. You banish the homoerotic thoughts, because you aren't gay, not even a little bit. Any normal guy would look at his bro's ass if it was a really fat, shapely, and squeezable one. What's probably the most difficult thing to deal with is his inability to grow a mane. It's either a genetic thing, or hormonal, or due to his diet. The reason changes when he explains why, but maybe that just means it's all of the above.
Due to all these factors, he tends to come off as pretty feminine in both personality and looks. That was always an issue throughout school, but you wouldn't let any asshole who called him a homo or gay go unpunished. Of course, if that was true it would never bother you, but people teasing him like that because of the way he looks or acts always makes you angry. He may have never dated any girls in high school, but being bad with the ladies is also no reason to bully someone. Besides, he's had a girlfriend for a while now.
"Hey, Sammy, how's things with the girl?" you ask.
"Oh, uh, she's fine," he stammers. "You know how hard it is to find time to talk since it's a long-distance thing..."
"That has to be so rough, she's lucky to have a nice guy like you," you say. "You have to introduce me sometime, or at least show me a picture. I mean, you've been with the girl for like four years now!"
"Four years? I mean, yeah, four years," he recalls. "Yeah, that's a long time..."
You never understand why he acts so weird about his girlfriend. It's almost like she doesn't exist or something, but Sammy is too cool to make up something like that. You continue watching him mix up his drink, his tail lazily waving back and forth. He's wagging his shapely butt side to side to some inaudible song as he rinses out a shaker and saunters over to the seat next to you. He takes a sip of his cocktail and crosses his legs as he looks over at you and smiles. He's gotten very... Metrosexual over the past few years, probably from his girlfriend rubbing off on him. You're proud of him for being able to present himself without embarrassment. For example, he wouldn't wear anything like his current outfit a few years ago.
"What's with the short shorts?" you ask.
"Does-does it look bad?" he returns with his own question.
"No, you're rocking it, dude!" you reply. "I like the color, too. Like the fish... salmon, right?"
"Yeah, that one," he says, holding back a chuckle.
"And that crop top is dope, too," you continue, praising his outfit. "It really shows off the abs. You're looking good, playboy!"
"Y-yeah?" he asks. "I'm glad you think it looks good, Anon."
He's getting all shy again, looking down at his lap. His expression breaks for a split second as his eyebrow twitches in annoyance.
"Abs? Really?" he says under his breath. "Idiot."
You pretend you didn't hear that, although you feel a bit guilty for accidentally bringing up one of his insecurities. He composes himself very quickly as you look at his exposed midriff. His shorts are cut very low, exposing the diagonal lines leading to his groin and a healthy tuft of fur peeking out of his waistline. The way they cut into his soft thighs accentuates their thickness. He looks at your face to ask you a question.
"So, what do you want to do now?" he asks. "Just hang out...?"
"BRO!" you shout. "I found the funniest fucking show, I have to show it to you!"
"Not so loud, you'll piss off the neighbors," he chides. "Go ahead, though."
You guffaw at the hilarious antics of the program that you chose, unable to keep pizza crumbs from exploding from your mouth. You've both put down a few drinks, but it's nothing more than casual drinking. Sammy seems pretty sober as he's been watching his consumption. The credits roll for the episode, but he interrupts the playback for some reason. It seems like he was enjoying it, so you wonder what he has to say.
"So, I found this really f-funny video online," he stutters, having trouble getting the words out. "Let me try to hook up the laptop..."
As inept with technology as he is, he has to fumble with cords and tap away at the trackpad until the television shows a browser. He pulls up some video site that you've never seen before, an eclectic mix of hosted content. He finds what he's looking for and then quickly changes the tab before you can tell what it is. He's trying to hide the title so that the joke won't be ruined. That's a relatable struggle when sharing videos.
"So what's this video called?" you pressure him into revealing it.
"This Video Makes You Gay," he answers.
That sounds kind of weird, but you've mostly shared a sense of humor with him.
"What is it?" you ask.
"It makes you g-gay," he admits.
"...what?" you utter.
"Yeah, it's some science stuff with brainwaves," he explains. "But it totally makes you gay. Let me show you."
"Wait, did you watch it?" you ask, confused.
"Yeah..." he says softly.
"Are you gay now?" you continue your line of questioning.
"Oh yeah, really gay," he says. "Hurry up and watch it."
"No," you declare.
"Why not?" he asks.
"Because I don't want to be gay," you explain.
"Do you have a problem with being gay?" he asks, looking like he's on the verge of tears. "You're not homophobic or something, right?"
"I'm not homophobic, it's just a pretty major lifestyle choice," you assert. "Especially from watching a video."
"It's just a video," he argues, starting to get more pushy.
"It's a video that turns you gay!" you retort. "What about your girlfriend?"
"I lied, I don't have a girlfriend," he reveals. "Besides, I'm gay now, I need to find a boyfriend instead. Now watch this video."
"No!" you reply, annoyed.
"Okay, okay," he relents. "Watch this other video, it's really funny."
He types in the search bar at the top of the site, and you spot the keywords. "samiboykisser69 this video makes you gay" The first result is exactly what you would expect.
"Sammy, you pulled up the exact same video!" you exclaim.
"Come on, why are you making such a big deal about this?" he pleads.
"'Cause I don't want to be gay," you say dryly.
"You really hate being gay that bad..." he mutters.
"No, it's not that," you say.
"Then k-kiss me," he stammers while closing his eyes.
"No, bro!" you assert. "I'm not gay."
"Well, you would be if you watched the video!" he says, raising his voice as well.
"Fine! Fine, I'll watch your stupid gay video," you relent. "Too bad I'm too straight to be turned gay by a video."
"Yes!" he hisses as he pumps his fist.
You see him turn away and hear him chuckle to himself.
"Yep, super fucking straight," he whispers.
Man, Sammy's been acting so strange, forcing you to watch some gay mind-control video. It probably isn't even funny. It's probably because the video brainwashed him and turned him gay. You're kind of afraid, though. He's the smart one of you two, and if it turned him gay, that bodes poorly for you.
There's a small popup from the site informing you that the video is private, bothering you even more. This is unbelievable, Sammy was targeted. Despite your horrific realization, he clicks the play button and the video enlarges to fit the screen. Some credits scroll onto the screen in a barely legible, eye-searing color. Is that Comic Sans, seriously? In the corner, you see some more text. "Unregistered Hypercam 2." What year was this made?
"This Video Turns You Gay, a samiboykisser69 production!!!" the credits read. "Strap urself in and get ready 2 b turned gay!!! ;)"
"3, 2, 1!!!" the screen counts down ominously with some tacky transition effects.
The camera is completely out of focus as it's chest level and mere inches from someone's cream-colored fur. It shakes a bit and loud rattling noises come out of the speakers as it's jostled on a tripod.
"Is it on?" a voice says, using some sort of voice changer to pitch it higher.
The screen then goes black in an abrupt cut, then jumps to a figure squatting on a bed. Some curtains are haphazardly hung to provide a backdrop of sorts and to disguise the location. A ring-shaped LED light casts a warm glow over the scene. The person is a petite, feminine lion anthro with shapely legs spread wide, exposing their crotch. A risqué bra with slits in them exposes their puffy, jet-black nipples jutting out from a flat chest. Despite the feminine curves, the tent in the person's panties shows that it's no female at all. They're a rather simple thing, just sheer white fabric exposing the hard pink flesh underneath. Something about the boy seems familiar, but a cutesy face mask with a heart on it makes it impossible to identify the man. He slowly takes his index finger and drags it along his erection, trailing up along his belly. He circles a nipple on the way up, then brings it to where his lips would be before letting out a playful giggle. The voice is still modulated as it starts to speak.
"Are you feeling gay yet?" it says in a breathy whisper. "I think you are, but if you're not..."
He slowly strokes his belly with a paw in circles and does the same with the other on his chest. A sharp gasp escapes his lips when he catches an erect nipple between his fingers and tweaks it in a deliberate motion. The other hand snakes into his waistband and his fingers start to dance along his length as it quickly grows harder. The pointy tip starts to peek out the top of his underwear, already starting to leak sticky pre-cum. He plays with it, smearing it all over the end as his cock throbs and tries to escape its confines.
"Do you want to see my raw, bare cock?" he asks in the bizarre, digitally altered voice. "That would make you gay, wouldn't it?"
You start to squirm in your seat because this is starting to affect you. You're not even at half-mast, as this little show has already made you have to tuck your full erection down your pants leg. It's downright painful how hard you already are. This insidious video would turn on any man, even one as straight as you, with how sensual it is. It's no wonder that your best bro is gay now, with how captivating the boy on the screen is. You don't dare to look at Sammy, but he's shifting in his seat too, the soft, downy fur of his thigh rubbing against yours.
The mysterious boy hooks his thumbs into his panties and slowly starts to remove them. He presses his legs together to slip them down his thighs, and his dick springs free. The strangely textured bestial organ throbs angrily as it gets exposed to the air. Falling back onto his rear, the fabric finally frees itself from his legs, and he raises his foot paws to the camera. He tenses and squeezes his squishy thighs together as his toes clench from the exhibitionist pleasure. The cute black paw pads look so soft and well-cared for, and the sharp claws that reveal themselves are painted a striking purple color. He raises his body and rests on his knees, still hiding his rear end from you as his rod bobs in arousal. You can't take your eyes off of it as a long string of his sticky juices drips onto the sheets. It's long and thick, and even though it can't be bigger than yours, it looks massive on his frame. Two fluffy white orbs rest underneath them. He's struggling not to touch himself and instead starts to knead at his chest. You can hear him exhale through his gritted teeth as he starts to pull at them. He starts to tremble and mewl softly in need.
"I'm going to show you my hot, wet asshole, just for you. I can make you feel better than any girl ever has," the masked lion tells you. "Still think you can handle it, or did I already get you?"
Something is stroking your thigh, but you never really noticed until you feel sharp pinpricks, freeing you from your trance. You flinch a bit and look at the offending object. Sammy's squeezed down on your thigh with his paw.
"Ow!" you exclaim. "What the hell, Sammy?"
He pulls his hand away in a daze, looking down at it and staying silent for a few moments. You thought you felt eyes on you this whole time, and it's because he's been staring at you throughout the entire video.
"Oh! I just wanted to get your attention. What was I going to tell you?" he hastily blurts out. "That's right, I was going to tell you that this is the part where it gets really gay."
"Uhh..." you reply, confused. "Thanks, Sammy."
This homosexual hypnosis is stronger than you thought. You almost completely lost yourself for a moment, but the distraction saved you. Unfortunately, Sammy's been exposed twice now, and it looks like it turned him double gay.
The lion's eyes grow wide with excitement as he gets on his back and spreads his legs wide. Just as he promised, he exposes his flawless, pink bud and spreads his cheeks open with his hands. There's a wire snaking into it, and his tight ring of muscle puckers around it periodically. He playfully toys with the wire using a finger until it loops around it a few times. With a slow, steady pull, you start to hear a buzzing sound grow louder until the object is freed with a wet pop. His hole oozes lubricant, staining the sheets as it gapes open. It twitches needily a few times before returning to its normal state.
"I bet you never knew I had this deep inside me," the boy says cheekily. "Now it's our little secret."
The vibrator dangles from his finger, swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Is this part of the hypnosis as well, or is he just teasing you? He takes the smooth egg-shaped item into his fingertips and with a little sleight of hand, it disappears under his mask. He lets out husky moans between loud, exaggerated slurps, and you can still hear it chattering against his teeth. After sucking on it for a minute or so, he retrieves the vibrator now dripping with viscous saliva. He quickly rubs it down his length, not wanting to overstimulate himself too much, before he lets it rest against his entrance. He slowly dips the taper tip in, but not enough for it to fully penetrate him. Your knuckles are turning white from the way you're gripping the seat in anticipation. He does this a few more times until his impatience wins out, and the slick sex toy disappears inside him, followed by his fingers. They sink inside him as deep as they can go, until he's as satisfied as he can get. He takes the attached remote into his paws and presents the face to the camera as best as he can.
"You're going to watch a boy cum with his ass," he says smugly. "It's not too late, you know. You can close your eyes, or look away. But I know you're not going to."
You can see his eyes smile.
"You big homo," he taunts.
"I'm not!" you say defensively.
"Shh!" Sammy hushes you. "God, you're arguing with a video..."
With theatrical flair, he flips the switch to the highest setting and starts to pant. The mask is moist with his hot breaths and is starting to stick to his muzzle, his eyes squinting from the pleasure. Even as he starts to shake in ecstasy, his trembling hands still proudly display the remote in his hands.
"I-I bet you want to take out your big, fat cock and stroke it," he says. "You want to c-cum with me!"
He's starting to lose the ability to speak properly from the heavy vibrations deep inside him. You can hear the muffled buzz from his belly, and the lovely fat of his ass and thighs start to quiver. His toes clench again, and you know that he's close. He finally reaches his breaking point and lets out a girlish squeal as his balls tense up. His cock jumps wildly as the first rope of cum shoots out of him. A thick, sticky rope manages to hit him in the face, and several more paint his chest and belly as he struggles through the painfully long orgasm. He's gasping like a fish as his chest convulses, unable to catch his breath even when the thick semen stops pouring out of his dick. He lets out a pained moan as he struggles to turn off the vibrator, and collapses after succeeding. He lies there limply as he rides out the afterglow. It takes a bit of time before he can sit up, his hand feebly trying to scoop up the sperm starting to mat his fur. He mostly smears it in deeper but manages to get a tiny amount into his cupped fingers.
"I made such a mess..." he says weakly.
Getting to his hands and knees, he approaches the camera, finally steadying his movements. His eyes are wet from the intensity of his climax, but he still manages to pry open the bottom of his mask as he noisily slurps the thick seed out of his other hand.
"This could be your cum next time," he says. "All you need to do is ask."
He raises his palm, still sticky with cum and spit, webs forming between his spread fingers. He gives a cheerful wave with his parting statement.
"See you soon!"
The film cuts out again, but you hear a little blurb despite the darkness.
"Dammit, I got cum on the camera," he curses. "How do I turn this thing off?"
Text finally starts scrolling on the screen again.
"it iz finished!!!" the screen reads in flashy rainbow WordArt. "u r now gay!!!"
The video ends after a ClipArt cowboy flashes on the screen for a split second.
That video wasn't funny at all! Sammy got brainwashed so hard that he lied to you. It's a good thing that it ended when it did, though, because you were so close to blowing in your pants. Your resolute will kept you from becoming gay in the end. Sammy leans over, putting his weight onto your thigh with his hands.
"So, what did you think...?" he asks surprisingly straightforwardly.
His face is just inches from you, his sweet breath washing over your face. It's too close, but you can't pull back for some reason. You have nowhere to look but his sparkling green eyes, and his long, fluttering eyelashes. There's his cute button nose and his pouty lips. They're an enchanting ebony color and glossy and tender.
They're just made to suck your dick.
You suddenly feel dread overcome you, and your eyes start to bug out of your head. Your chest grows heavy as you try to choke out a sentence.
"Aaahhh!" you yell out in alarm, causing Sammy to jump back.
He looks dejected and hurt, like he just had his heart broken. He's hurt from some kind of unknown rejection, or guilt. You're simply terrified because your mind just got hijacked.
"I'm sorry, just forget I-" he says sadly before you interrupt him.
"Sammy! It worked!" you shout as you shake him. "We're both gay now! I'm feeling gay at you!"
You hear banging on the wall before a muffled voice shouts at you.
"No one cares, you queers!" a man yells from next door. "It's midnight, shut the fuck up!"
Sammy can't even respond, as he just blinks blankly at you. You made the neighbor pretty mad, so you lower your voice to a harsh whisper.
"Help, Sammy," you beg him. "What do we do? I don't know how to be gay..."
He finally gathers his wits, and his face wrinkles as he rubs at his eyebrows.
"Calm down, Anon," he says sternly.
"-and being gay sounds really hard," you continue your rant.
"Anon! Stop freaking out!" he commands.
He just grumbles to himself for a minute and definitely calls you some names under his breath. After some thinking, he chuckles to himself and gives you a deathly serious look.
"I know a way to fix this," he informs you. "There's an antidote."
"Really?" you ask, relieved.
"I have to suck your dick," he explains.
"What?" you say. "How is being more gay going to fix this?"
"Because of..." he trails off. "Because you got turned gay due to radio waves, or something, all the homosexuality is stored in the balls. You have to cum in my mouth."
That makes sense, you guess. Sammy was always good at coming up with unique solutions.
"But what about you?" you ask, concerned. "I have to suck your dick to cure you, but I'll be straight by then."
Sammy rolls his eyes.
"It's a burden I'm willing to bear," he says dryly.
"Bro..." you say, in awe of his sacrifice.
"Stop calling me that," he says. "Unless you're doing some kind of role-play."
You'd never guess that he'd be that kinky, but maybe it's due to the video. It's definitely not something you'd like to explore now, and you're much too distracted after he vaults over your lap to straddle you. His face is closer than before, and you haven't had your bodies this close since the two of you were children.
"Are you going to kiss me now?" he asks, referring to his dare earlier.
"Umm..." you respond incoherently.
You've never felt this self-conscious or shy before, and despite your desire to, you can't do it. He gets even closer, your lips almost touching.
"I never see you this nervous," he says, teasing you. "I guess I have to take the lead."
His arms wrap around you, and he rubs your back as his lips meet yours. The kiss is gentle and tender, but only for a few moments. You can feel his heart fluttering in his chest against yours, and your heartbeat isn't much slower. He starts to nip at your lips with his sharp teeth, catching your lips between his. Your erection finally cooled down during the panic, but it's very quickly rising again. His soft, taut rear on your lap feels even better than you ever could have imagined. It seems he's noticed as well, causing him to pull back and chuckle. Even though he's amused by your arousal, he's even harder than you. His surprisingly large cock has been pressing against your stomach ever since he took a seat in your lap. He wiggles his ass side to side, grinding against your crotch. Even through your pants, you can feel how it's sandwiched between his cheeks.
A devilish smirk spreads across his face, and he crashes his lips against yours again, this time trying to pry open your lips with his tongue. You gasp, giving the textured muscle access to your mouth. He doesn't hold back anymore, thrusting his tongue as deep as he can to taste you. His rough tongue dances against yours, a strangely stimulating sensation that you've never felt before. You may have dated a few anthros before, but not any felines. He starts to grind his length against your body, moaning into your mouth. You try to return the kiss as much as you can, but his fervor can't be matched. He's in some kind of induced rut, and his movements tease your cock until it's painfully erect. Abruptly, he breaks the kiss and leans back, a string of saliva joining your tongues.
"You really liked kissing a boy, huh? You've gotten so hard," he says. "We don't want you to cum this soon, though, even if it would be fun."
"Fuck, I feel like a horny teenager again," you add.
"I'll give you a little time to calm down," he says, followed by a titter.
His shift in personality is honestly shocking. When he was still straight, everyone could tell that he was hiding his emotions, even from the people closest to him. It wasn't due to a lack of trust, since he knew that you would accept him no matter what. It was something internal that you couldn't beat for him. If the gay treatment gave him this newfound confidence, perhaps it's for the best. You could definitely deal with less of his now-exposed impish and mischievous nature. Although a touch annoying, at the moment you can only find it enchanting as you see another side of Sammy. You still desperately need the cure as homosexual lust starts to cloud your mind more and more. Can it get to the point where you're incurable? It sure feels like it's approaching.
Your train of thought is interrupted as he grabs the hem of his crop top, pulling it over his head with his slender arms. His nipples are beautiful, stiff with arousal without even being touched. The black protrusions are plump and swollen, much too feminine even for his girlish chest. You cup your hands on them, and unsurprisingly, there's practically nothing there. He has a tiny amount of muscle, but the small pads of fat that sit upon them are bigger. They're not even as big as an AAA cup, more suited for the smallest training bra you can imagine. It just makes his puffy nipples even more prominent, and they poke out between your fingers. It's a man's chest, but somehow it manages to be painfully erotic.
"You look like you're having fun," Sammy says. "C'mon, don't be shy. I know you want to give them a taste."
You can't stop yourself from wrapping your hands around his thin torso, and you pull him closer to your chest. The height difference makes things a bit difficult, so he rises to his knees. You experimentally poke at his rock-hard nipple, causing his body to tense up. You draw circles around the nub, causing him to sigh in pleasure. It seems he's a bit more impatient than you as he pulls your face even closer.
"You don't have to be so gentle," he informs you. "I'm tougher than I look."
You oblige his request by wrapping your lips around one of them and sucking on it greedily. He coos from the stimulation as you start flicking your tongue against it. His paws grip you tighter, and you respond by sucking on his nipple even harder, as if you were giving him a hickey. He starts to shiver as he lets out a moan, his breaths growing sharper. A devious thought enters your mind as you plan to make him squirm the same way he's been doing to you. You graze his nipple with your teeth, and he gasps, confirming that what you're about to do is going to drive him wild. You bite down on the thick nub, and he lets out a surprised squeal. He sounds just like a girl. It seems to be the perfect mix of pleasure and pain for him, so you escalate your teasing even further. You lightly pull on it with your teeth, and he starts to writhe in your hands. His body can't decide whether it wants to pull away or bask in the masochistic act. You feel a little bit mean doing this, but it's just a little payback for how much he's toyed with you. As you roll the erect flesh between your teeth, you find yourself loving the soft cries escaping his gritted teeth. Satisfied with this, you remove your mouth from his chest, letting you see the results of your rough treatment. His nipple is swollen and inflamed, half from arousal and half from the mild abuse. He's just as eager to get on with the action, and he dismounts you to kneel on the carpet.
"You think you're so tough, don't you?" he says with a mock pout. "I'm about to have you calling my name in an instant."
He gets a smug smile as he dips his head down to your zipper, using his dexterous mouth to pull it down as he fiddles with your belt. You help him remove your pants, anxious to see what else he can do with his sweet lips. Your lower body is exposed to the air due to his urgent desire to taste you. He looks enraptured by the sight of your throbbing cock in front of his face. He appreciates it for a few moments before his face shifts to a cheeky expression. A paw grips it at the base, and he gives it a healthy squeeze.
"Look at how hard you are..." he says. "I can't wait to play with this."
He kisses it, simply a peck on the head of your erection. What follows next is a total contrast to the cute gesture. He takes the raspy surface of his tongue and licks the tip. It's a bit too stimulating, the tiniest amount of pain making itself known through the pleasure. He rakes his tongue across it a few times before going on the attack. With a long, slow lick, he drags his tongue up the underside of your cock. You let out a hiss at the sensation, your legs restless from the touch. Pleased with your reaction, he repeats the action again and again, starting to massage your balls with his free hand. It's like he's trying to churn the cum inside them for an extra thick load. You were already in the throes of pleasure, the little break earlier not doing much to cool you down. The simple act of him lapping at your flesh pushes you closer to climax, but his upturned eyes read your face perfectly. His fist tightens to a vice grip as he stops his ministrations, making sure that you won't be able to blow too soon.
"Not yet," he commands. "I just started."
After a slight pause, he takes his luscious lips and wraps them around your head, suckling on it. It's agonizing as he edges you expertly, keeping you from release. Making noisy slurps, his lips purse around the tip as he savors the taste of your dick like a delectable treat. His mouth is so wet, spit already dripping down your length and making it slick. He finally frees you from the hellish teasing, still gently rolling your balls in his hand. The squishy paw pads contrast with his silky fur, tickling you with his delicate touch.
"Do you want me to put it in my mouth?" he asks with feigned innocence.
He's trying to goad you into begging for it, expertly manipulating your mind and body. The deliberate motions feel like torture, and you can't resist.
"Please," you plead.
A victorious grin spreads across his face. You played right into his hands, unable to control your desire. His jaw drops and his tongue lolls out of his mouth as a fat dollop of saliva coats your flesh.
"Make sure you cum a lot for me," he says.
He slowly takes you into his mouth, then withdraws his head. Barely any of it entered his warm lips, but he repeats the action. He bobs his head down further every time, but still exposes your glistening rod immediately after. He's been staring at your face the whole time, and you're mesmerized by his deep green eyes. They're filled with powerful emotion, trying to express something with unspoken words. His hand finally releases the base of your cock so you can sink deeper into his wet orifice. It only takes a few more repetitions until you finally bottom out, his throat spasming around you as he represses a gag. He stops for a moment so he can relish in how you're filling him, as his nose lets out small puffs of air onto your hips. His lungs struggle to even exhale, and his eyes are watery from the object invading his mouth. It's only a moment later, he pulls his head off of your crotch. His chest heaves as he desperately swallows lungfuls of air. His mouth hangs open and spills copious amounts of drool, but he doesn't even acknowledge it. His eyes drift downward to your cock, an almost unsettling hunger in them that you've never seen before.
His paws grip your bare thighs to brace himself. Without warning, he wordlessly crams your meat down his throat violently, letting out a little groan. His lips travel back up your length again, the sandpapery texture of his tongue running along it. His mouth is so hot and sticky that the discomfort from his feline tongue has completely subsided. He bobs his head wildly, making sloppy wet sounds as he swallows your dick. Tears start to well in his eyes as it pries open the deepest parts of his mouth. He still can't completely repress his gag reflex, even as his throat slowly learns to accept the abuse he's subjecting it to. Your hands aimlessly try to find purchase on the sofa, but there's nothing to hold. You can't hold back moans anymore as his pace quickens. The mutual assault that you're inflicting on each other's bodies makes you dizzy, and tears are starting to stain Sammy's face. It's quickly becoming too much for you, your seed practically roiling inside your balls. The sheer ecstasy causes you to instinctually grab his head, and you match his intensity as you start to fuck his face. Each thrust of your hips grows more fierce, your cock practically violating his esophagus.
"Sammy, Sammy!" you moan uncontrollably.
With a few final thrusts, you reach your peak and hold his head down. You see white as you explode in his maw, his spasming throat trying to milk every bit of cum out of you. He lets out a moan as you repeatedly pump thick sperm into his mouth. You ejaculate for what seems like an eternity, and cum starts to bubble from his lips, making him gurgle. You ride out the last few spurts of pleasure until you finally regain control of your body and release him. Your cock slides out of his mouth, and a veritable lake of frothy sperm spills from his mouth. He coughs a few times, some of it spattering against your lower body until he can lift his head. Still groggy, he still manages to meet your eyes, black streaks running down his cheeks. You didn't notice until now that he's wearing mascara, his makeup now completely ruined. You thought he looked cuter than normal, but the cosmetics soiling his face excites you much more. He flutters his eyes a few times before letting his mouth hang open. He presents the thick white fluid pooling in his mouth in an obscene gesture. Despite how much of it he spilled from his mouth, there's still a profuse amount of your seed inside and even more coating his lips. With an exaggerated gulp, he swallows it all down greedily, your spent dick somehow forced to twitch from the sight. Still out of breath, he manages to get some words out between ragged pants.
"I told you I'd get you to say my name," he gloats despite his exhaustion.
He settled himself in your lap despite the mess dirtying his revealing shorts. He didn't bother to clean himself up much, as all he did was poorly wipe off his face with a dish towel. It didn't do much, but at least it's dry now. His cushy rear rests on your hips, and he's a lot heavier than you remember because of his voluptuous lower body. He's been leaning his back into your body, his head the perfect height you rest under your jaw. He rubs his velvety fur against your skin as he nuzzles you. It feels nice to have his warm body close to you, but something is still bothering you.
"Sammy?" you ask.
"Hmm?" he responds.
He tilts his head towards yours, his beautiful eyes reflecting the light. He has a dreamy expression on his face, downright intoxicated by how content he is.
"I don't think it worked," you reply. "I feel even more gay now!"
An incredulous look crosses his face, and after shaking his head, he returns to normal. He playfully kicks his legs as he thinks, letting out a hum.
"Is it bothering you as much as before?" he asks.
"Not that much..." you admit. "But it'd still probably be easier to be straight. All of this is really confusing and makes me feel weird."
"Confused about your sexuality, that's for sure," he mutters.
"Hey!" you say defensively. "It's not my fault, it was the video!"
"Yeah, something like that," he says dismissively. "Just give me a minute to think."
He purses his lips and puts his index finger to his mouth. He lets out a dark chuckle and looks back up at you smugly.
"The effect the video had on you was stronger than I ever could have imagined," he says with a suspicious smile. "I don't know how I thought the cure would be enough."
He gets a bit annoyed as he continues.
"I mean, nothing gets through to you," he explains. "Even something as straightforward and direct as the antidote we tried wasn't enough to let you be what you obviously are."
Why'd he get mad all of a sudden? Perhaps he's frustrated by the lack of progress as well.
"Huh?" you reply, not understanding where he's going with this.
"Think about it. You're really gay,"
he says.
"I don't know if I'm that gay now..." you say quietly.
"I know it's embarrassing to admit, but you almost came just from kissing a boy. I didn't even touch you," he asserts. "That's even gayer than getting your dick sucked. It's on a way higher level, for sure."
"I don't know if that's how it works," you comment.
"What...?" he replies, confused. "I was sure you'd actually believe something stupi-"
He quickly cuts himself off.
"I mean, maybe you're right!" he agrees. "But that's beside the point. We need to set you on the right path, and what we did was not enough. If you're not responding the right way, it's because you didn't get a high enough dose!"
"That makes perfect sense," you reply, impressed yet again by how smart Sammy is. "So, what does that mean?"
"It's very simple," he says proudly. "You have to fuck my ass."
"Are you sure?" you ask. "I'm okay with it, but you don't have to do this if you don't want to, Sammy."
"Of course I am, Anon," he replies, rubbing his thighs together. "I wouldn't do it for anyone but you."
"...Bro!" you shout, deeply touched.
He's really the best. The bonds you share with him are unbreakable. Your friendship is unmatched and nothing is insurmountable with him at your side. You don't want to imagine a life without him at your side. For some reason, thinking about the special relationship the two of you have is starting to affect you, but it seems that you're not hard enough for him to notice yet.
"I told you to stop calling me that," he says. "We're more than just bros, right?"
"Oh, sorry," you reply. "Sammy."
"That's better," he says with a warm smile. "Let's go to my bedroom."
He's giddy as you follow him to his room. You haven't been in his room since he got a new place, or maybe even high school. Sleepovers were always a blast, even if his bed was kind of small. Sammy's mom always asked if you wanted a sleeping bag instead, but why would you do that when you could sleep in a bed? When you guys got older, she stopped asking. She'd always remind you two to not be too loud and to close the door for privacy. She was even more insistent that you "stay safe," whatever that means. She's a nice lady, but her little habits like that were strange. You stop reminiscing about the past once you enter the room. It's simple, yet tasteful as always. It's pretty minimalistic, but he has a very impressive vanity desk with a lot of expensive-looking products on it. He was always meticulous about his appearance. The bed is pretty spacious and has some visibly luxurious sheets on it. The only object that doesn't seem to fit is a very well-used body pillow. You can even see the deformations from where Sammy hugged it. He tries to casually knock it away, so you pretend" that you didn't see it. With staring speed, a bath towel gets draped over the bedding.
"Let's get that shirt off," he says in a sultry voice.
You pull it over your head and toss it on the floor. You're now fully nude, since you weren't wearing pants anyway. Your dick reached full mast not long after you entered the room, but other than some leering, Sammy doesn't say anything about it. He then climbs onto the bed on his hands and knees, then seductively wags his rear side to side as he looks over his shoulder.
"Do you think you can take mine off too?" he asks.
You get behind him and start trying to undo the button on the tiny shorts, your fingers clumsy from the excitement. He makes no effort to help, amused by your difficulties. You unfasten the button, and when you pull down the fly, his cock springs out, touching your hand. Free from the tight bottoms, it's much bigger than you would expect. You'd say it's average, but Sammy is so petite that it makes it look large. You struggle to pull them down with how large his ass is. The waistband finally slips past his springy cheeks, giving you an eyeful of something you wouldn't expect. Underneath the short shorts is an even more revealing set of clothing. He's wearing a black thong that's just wide enough to cover his asshole. Some men wear cosmetics, although Sammy's was very feminine compared to what would be considered "normal." He wore it so expertly that you didn't even notice until it was ruined, but he looks just as cute with a natural look to you. What you didn't expect was for him to be secretly cross-dressing under his clothes.
"What's with the panties?" you ask. "And the makeup?"
"Do you like it?" he says.
"It looks great on you," you admit. "It's just kind of a sudden surprise."
"I've been doing this for a while, Anon," he says.
Things become a little more clear now.
"You've done it since you became gay, I guess," you say. "Two weeks is kind of a long time when you've invested this much into it."
"You're lucky that you're cute," he replies.
You feel a bit bashful after he called you cute, so you focus on getting the rosy-colored shorts all the way off of him. You're really struggling to slip them off of him, as they now are caught on his thick thighs. You pull on them, and they simply cut into the soft fat without budging. He helps this time, shimmying his legs to wiggle out of the tight fabric. It makes his plush butt rock back and forth in front of your face, probably intentionally. Despite his ulterior motives, your combined efforts finally free them from his body, leaving him solely in the lingerie. He hooks a finger in the fabric and pulls it taut, wedging it in the cleft of his rear. You can't see them directly, but his balls get pressed closer to his body while the slightest bit of his asshole gets exposed. It's a pink ring of flesh, but you can't quite see his entrance still.
"Do you want me to keep it on or take it off?" he asks.
"I'm going to take them off," you inform him. "You look sexy with or without them, but I want to see all of you."
He looks away and gets uncharacteristically quiet, at least relative to his actions all night. You start to pull them down, and he lets out a squeak that he tries to muffle. They slip past his dainty foot paws, exposing him completely. Your eyes are drawn to his pink hole as it twitches in arousal. You get a good look at his dick hanging underneath him, fully unsheathed and pink like his flawless ass. His balls hang very close to his body, the fuzzy cream-colored orbs looking taut and youthful. You scoot closer to him and finally get your hands on his luscious ass, your fingers sinking into it. It feels even better to feel his bare flesh in your hands than when he was in your lap. It's pliant yet springy at the same time, and you continue to grope him. His tail keeps rising higher and higher, as if he was a bitch in heat. You spread it with your hands, and he lets out a soft moan as his orifice winks at you. His entrance opens just a bit as the muscle relaxes, ready to accept whatever you throw its way. You rub your thumb against it, and it puckers up from the stimulation.
"I can't wait anymore," he says. "Let me get ready."
He crawls over to his nightstand, reaching inside a compartment and pulling out the largest bottle of lube that you've ever seen in your life. It's comparable to a two-liter bottle and has a pump handle for easy use. The more concerning thing is the fact that well over half of it has been used. He brings it over to you, and you can't help but ask about it.
"How have you gone through that much?" you ask.
"Lots of practice," he states.
"Even still, you watched the video only two weeks ago!" you argue.
"Just help me with this," he replies.
He takes his previous position, presenting his rear end to you. He squirts a lot into his hand and reaches between his legs to smear it all over your cock. You shiver from the cold liquid, but it starts to warm up from his paw.
"Now me," he commands after he's satisfied with the state of your dick.
You get some of the lube yourself and start tending to him. You get his asshole nice and wet before you start trying to put your finger inside. It resists at first when you poke at it with an index finger, but he starts to relax his body. He exhales as your finger enters him. You work it back and forth, spreading the slick fluid inside him. When you can do it smoothly, you pull your finger out, a little of the lube leaking from his behind. His cheek presses against the bed when he takes his paws to spread his ass.
"Hurry up," he says. "I've been wanting this for so long."
Sammy looks at you over his shoulder expectantly. You pull him closer to you by grabbing his hips. A little yelp escapes his lips when your bodies finally touch. Your dick gets sandwiched between his pert ass, and you try not to press it against the base of his tail. The urge to shove it in immediately is almost irresistible, but you gather all your willpower to resist. Both of you gasp as you slowly rub the underside of your rod along the crevice. Your breaths become hoarse from the anticipation, and he starts to squirm from his impatience.
"Stop teasing me," he whines.
"Sorry, Sammy," you reply. "Are you sure that you're ready?"
"Yes!" he exclaims, extremely annoyed.
He's so needy that you made him snap at you. All the while, his hips are inadvertently rising to seek pleasure. You grab your cock to line it up, pressing it against his hole. His body tenses up from the contact, and as you start to apply more pressure, he starts to loosen up. With a bit more effort, his body finally starts to accept you. Now that you've successfully penetrated him, the rest of your length slides in almost effortlessly. When you bottom out, he lets out an appreciative moan into the mattress. Despite how well-trained his ass supposedly is, it's still nice and snug around your dick. You never thought your best friend's ass would feel so good. After taking a moment to allow the both of you to get used to the feeling, he urges you on.
"Okay," he mutters. "You can start moving."
You slowly pump your dick in and out of his tight hole, the excitement, and stimulation already pushing you close to climax. It takes Herculean willpower to avoid cumming so soon, but you persevere regardless. He's holding in his moans, and you can barely hear them over the slick, wet sounds from your coupling. Your hands have traded places with his, and he starts pawing at the bedsheets instead. You keep a nice, steady pace as you knead his soft cheeks. There's something satisfying about the way his plushy fat cushions your hips when you sink all the way inside him. The tight ring of muscle squeezes on your cock with every stroke, contrasting nicely with his silky walls. Instinct starts making you thrust into him harder, but he stops you before you get too close to orgasm.
"Wait, take it out for a minute," Sammy says. "I want to be closer."
You pull out, his asshole winking at you, still hungry for your flesh. Every part of him is longing for your touch as he rolls over. He splays his legs, showing off his body. You get an eyeful of his hard cock, and instead of turning away, you can't take your eyes off of it. The desire to ravage this boy is getting stronger, and you line up your hips with his again. One of his paws grabs you to guide your length into him, and you push into him with no resistance this time. You penetrate him even deeper in this position, his body happily accommodating all of you. You grasp him by his thighs and start to hump at him yet again. His springy thighs yield to your grip, your fingers sinking into the fat. His eyes clench shut as he bites his lip as his paws uselessly knead against the bed. He starts to rock his body against yours to reciprocate the pleasure, short moans escaping his lips. Between his legs, you can see that his cock is throbbing just as hard as yours, begging for release. When you look up, his usually sparkling green eyes clouded over by lust. Your eyes meet, and he simply spreads his arms toward you.
"Anon," he says.
That expression is enough to communicate what you both desire. You wordlessly meet his embrace and both your arms wrap around each other. His fluffy body presses against yours, his heart fluttering. Your cheeks meet as you hug each other desperately. As he buries his face into your neck, his hot breath tickles at your nape. You never noticed before, but he smells wonderful. You can't tell if it's the flowery shampoo he uses for his fur or perfume, but it's intoxicating. The light sheen of sweat from his body only serves to diffuse the scent into the air even further. Your hips start to move faster, and you can feel your cock start to stroke along his prostate, causing his body to buck against yours. The copious amount of pre-cum leaking from his dick lubricates it so it can glide along your belly as you violate his rear. You feel the pressure start to build up in your crotch and know that you won't be able to hold it much longer.
"A-Anon," he stutters. "Let's cum together."
Luckily, it seems he's on the brink as well. When his legs wrap around you, you lose all control. You start to pound his ass violently, wet slaps echoing through the room. The headboard of the bed starts to bang against the wall, but you're too engrossed by Sammy's body to worry about his irritable neighbor. You breathe in his delicate scent as you cling to each other. Despite your need for release, the only desire you have right now is to make him cum. His insides caress your length as you feel his body start to tremble. He's openly moaning now, struggling to catch his breath. He lets out one final shout, and you feel him clench around you. His cock twitches once before unleashing a spurt of cum onto both of your bodies. This finally breaks you, and you shove yourself as deep into him as possible. A torrent of your seed erupts into his ass as he quivers around you. It feels like his asshole is trying to milk every drop out of you as you both spurt out cum. You cum harder than you ever have in your life as you shoot rope after rope of sperm into his warm, wet hole. The pleasure is enough to distract you from the sharp pain of his claws digging into your back. The climax finally starts to fade into a warm afterglow, and you collapse on top of him. He lets out ragged breaths as his arms loosen to run his hands over your back instead.
"I love you, Anon," he mutters.
"I love you too, Sammy," you admit in the moment of passion.
After what seems like an eternity, you pull out to see the spoils of your labor. A flood of cum spills from his ass, soiling both his tail and the bed. The sight of his belly and behind covered in sticky seed is almost obscene enough to bring life to your cock again. He looks up at you, dazed, but the smile on his face warms your heart. You can't help but roll over and pull his body into a hug.
You spoon him silently for minutes, relishing in the contact. It feels so right, almost cathartic, and you come to another realization.
"Sammy, I'm even worse now," you say. "And I think you're still gay, too."
He's too blissful to get annoyed, and he responds dreamily.
"Anon, I was always gay," he explains.
"So the video didn't work on you," you comment. "But it definitely worked on me."
"A video can't turn you gay, Anon," he replies. "You had to be at least a little bit gay for it to do anything to you."
You're hit with a wave of shock at this revelation.
"Well, maybe more than just a little bit," he chuckles.
"But... when...?" you ask.
"How am I supposed to know," he says sarcastically. "But you've been practically undressing me with your eyes since middle school. I've always been trying to get your attention, and I guess it worked."
"Really...?" you mutter.
"Yeah, it's a bit frustrating that it took this long to finally get you," he says. "Making that video was totally worth it, though."
You reel back.
"Wait, that was you?!" you say in shock.
"Like I said, it's a good thing that you're cute," he says, cuddling back into your embrace.
Despite how new this all feels, you hold him contentedly.
"I guess this means you're my boyfriend now," you muse.
"I guess I am," he replies smugly.
There's a sudden banging against the wall again, followed by an angry shout.
"Will you homos shut the fuck up?!" the neighbor yells. "Come out of the closet at a decent hour!"
You and Sammy can't help but laugh.
THE END
Notes:
A cursed realization: did that WKUK skit predict sissy hypno videos???
Phew, that ended up longer than expected! Sorry to anyone that was waiting for a new chapter of my other stories, but I really wanted to get this out. Writing M/M stuff is a nice change of pace. This'll probably be the last gay stuff that I'll write until I finish some other stories, but I have a long-form one planned for the future.
To anyone following my other works, I'll have one new chapter out by the beginning of December. Don't expect more until January.
Thanks for reading, and thanks to Stable Diffusion Anon for taking up my request for a lion femboy. It was good stuff.