Yet, in that hazy blur of dim lights and pulsing desire, Jordan's resolve didn't just crack—it shattered like glass under the weight of his body's betrayal. His pulse hammered in his ears, drowning out the bar's muffled chatter, as the craving clawed deeper, twisting his guts with a hunger that felt alive, insatiable, making his cock throb so hard it ached in his soaked shorts. He could feel the slickness between his cheeks now, a warm, slippery wetness that wasn't just sweat but something more primal, his hole clenching rhythmically as if it had a mind of its own, begging to be stuffed. Marcus's hand lingered on his thigh, that firm grip inching higher, and Jordan's breath came in short, ragged gasps, his mind screaming warnings while his body leaned into the touch, hips shifting involuntarily to press against those teasing fingers. "Fuck it," he thought, the words echoing in his skull like a dam breaking, the potion's hold wrapping around him like chains he no longer wanted to fight. With a shaky nod, he mumbled, "Maybe... maybe you're right," his voice barely above a whisper, and before he could second-guess himself, he slid off the stool, his legs unsteady as he followed Marcus through the crowd, the older man's broad back a magnetic force pulling him toward the restroom door at the back of the bar.

The hallway leading to the restroom was a narrow, dimly lit tunnel, reeking of stale piss and cheap cleaner, the air thick and heavy like a prelude to sin. Marcus pushed open the door with a casual shove, the hinges creaking as they stepped inside, the fluorescent light flickering overhead, casting harsh shadows on the tiled walls. Jordan's heart raced, his skin prickling with a mix of fear and excitement, every step amplifying the wet slide of precum in his boxers, his dick straining painfully against the fabric, begging for release. He could smell Marcus now, up close—that musky scent of sweat and masculinity, mixed with the faint tang of arousal, and it hit him like a drug, making his mouth water and his knees weaken. "Lock the door," Marcus growled, his voice low and commanding, eyes locked on Jordan with a predatory gleam that made the younger man's ass pulse with need. Jordan fumbled with the lock, his fingers trembling, the click echoing in the small space as he turned back, facing the wall of muscle before him. Marcus didn't waste time, crowding him against the sink, their bodies pressing together, the heat of Marcus's chest searing through Jordan's shirt, making his nipples harden into sensitive peaks. "You want this, don't you?" Marcus murmured, his breath hot against Jordan's neck, one hand sliding up to cup the back of his head, fingers tangling in his short dark hair. Jordan's response was a choked whimper, his cock twitching wildly, a fresh gush of precum soaking through his shorts as he nodded, the conflict raging inside him—part of him still clinging to the idea of normalcy, while the rest surrendered to the raw, throbbing urge that the potion had unleashed.

Marcus's lips crashed against Jordan's in a bruising kiss, all tongue and teeth, the taste of beer and salt flooding Jordan's mouth as their tongues tangled in a sloppy, desperate dance. But it wasn't enough; the craving demanded more, and Jordan's hands moved of their own accord, sliding down Marcus's sides to the bulge in his jeans, feeling the thick, heavy outline of his cock straining against the denim. "God, you're huge," Jordan gasped against Marcus's lips, his voice laced with a mix of awe and shame, his fingers fumbling with the button, popping it open to reveal the beast beneath. Marcus's dick sprang free, a massive, veined monster, at least nine inches long and as thick as Jordan's wrist, the head swollen and glistening with precum, the musky scent hitting him like a punch to the gut. Jordan's own cock throbbed in response, leaking steadily, but his eyes were fixed on that rigid shaft, the way it bobbed slightly with Marcus's breaths, veins bulging along the sides like ropes ready to stretch his lips wide. He hesitated for a split second, his mind flashing with images of his old life—straight, normal, untouched by this madness—but the potion's fire burned hotter, overriding everything, and he dropped to his knees on the cold tile, the impact jarring his bones as he stared up at Marcus, face flushed with a cocktail of desire and self-loathing. "Just this once," he rationalized silently, his heart pounding as he wrapped his hand around the base of Marcus's cock, feeling the heat and pulse of it against his palm, the skin silky yet rock-hard, precum smearing over his fingers like warm lube. Marcus groaned, his hand gripping Jordan's hair tighter, guiding him forward. "Open up, slut," he snarled, the crude words making Jordan's ass clench emptily, a fresh wave of slickness leaking from his hole as he parted his lips, the tip of Marcus's dick brushing against them, salty and intoxicating.

The moment Jordan's mouth enveloped the head of Marcus's cock, a guttural moan escaped him, vibrations traveling up the shaft as he sucked tentatively at first, his tongue swirling around the flared tip, tasting the bitter-sweet precum that oozed from the slit. It was overwhelming—the size stretched his jaws wide, forcing him to open further, his lips straining around the girth as he took more in, inch by inch, the thick vein on the underside pressing against his tongue, making him gag slightly but pushing him to go deeper. Marcus's hips bucked forward, driving another couple of inches into Jordan's mouth, the head hitting the back of his throat with a wet, choking sound that echoed off the walls, spit dribbling down Jordan's chin as he fought to breathe. "That's it, take it all, you greedy fuck," Marcus grunted, his voice rough with lust, fingers tightening in Jordan's hair to hold him in place, thrusting shallowly at first, then deeper, establishing a rhythm that had Jordan's world narrowing to the slide of cock in and out of his mouth. Each thrust brought a mix of shame and euphoria; Jordan's own dick pulsed in his shorts, untouched but leaking profusely, the fabric now a soaked mess as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder, his tongue lapping at the underside, tracing every ridge and vein with desperate hunger. He could feel the weight of his transformation in every slurp and gag, his body responding with a feverish need, ass clenching and unclenching as if imagining this cock buried there instead, but for now, this was his focus—the raw, animalistic act that made his head spin. Yet, beneath the pleasure, a voice whispered in his mind, labeling him a traitor to himself, but the sensation of Marcus's balls slapping against his chin with each thrust drowned it out, the musky taste and the wet, obscene sounds filling the air like a symphony of surrender.

As Jordan bobbed his head faster, taking Marcus deeper until his nose brushed the man's trimmed pubes, the internal conflict raged on, each slurp and swallow a battleground of ecstasy and regret. His throat constricted around the invading shaft, muscles spasming as he fought not to choke, tears pricking at his eyes from the effort, but the pleasure was undeniable—the way Marcus's cock throbbed on his tongue, the salty pre-cum coating his mouth like a reward, making him moan around it, the vibration drawing a deep growl from Marcus. "Fuck, your mouth is like a fucking vacuum, sucking me dry," Marcus rasped, his hips pistoning faster, the force of his thrusts making Jordan's lips numb, spit and precum dripping down to soak his shirt. Jordan's free hand slipped down to his own crotch, palming his aching dick through his shorts, feeling the wet heat and the frantic pulses, but he didn't dare pull it out, not yet, too consumed by the task at hand. The shame hit him in waves—how had he fallen this far, from a straight guy joking with friends to this, on his knees in a filthy restroom, worshipping another man's cock like it was his salvation? But the potion's grip tightened with every second, amplifying the bliss, making his body crave more, his ass leaking slick that he could feel trickling down his crack, a humiliating reminder of how far he'd gone. He rationalized it as a one-time slip, a momentary weakness to purge the craving, but deep down, he knew it was a lie, the pleasure building like a storm, his balls drawing up tight as Marcus's thrusts grew erratic, the head of his cock swelling even larger in Jordan's mouth, signaling the impending flood.

Jordan's world devolved into a haze of wet, slurping sounds and heavy breaths, his lips stretched to their limit as Marcus fucked his face with increasing ferocity, the dominant man's hands guiding his head in a punishing rhythm. Each deep thrust hit the back of Jordan's throat with a gagging force that made his eyes water, but it only fueled the fire, his tongue working overtime to lick and swirl around the thick shaft, tasting every inch, the musky flavor driving him wild. "Gonna cum down your throat, you little whore," Marcus snarled, his voice strained, hips slamming forward one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed violently. Jordan felt the first hot spurt hit the back of his throat, thick ropes of cum flooding his mouth, the salty, bitter taste overwhelming as he swallowed greedily, his own cock twitching in sympathy, precum flowing freely. He milked Marcus with his lips, sucking every drop, the act both degrading and exhilarating, his internal war tipping fully toward pleasure as he realized the hold was unbreakable, the craving not sated but amplified, leaving him hungry for more even as Marcus pulled out with a satisfied groan, Jordan's lips smeared with cum and spit. He stayed on his knees, panting, the taste lingering as he wiped his mouth, the blur of lights outside the door beckoning him back to the world, but with a new, terrifying certainty that this was only the beginning.

The Craving Curse