Vanilla, CA

Hey guys! A few years ago, I wrote a series to test out the storytelling possibilities with AI assisted writing. The models have gotten a lot better since then, so I thought I’d try re-writing the same series, based on the same outlines, using the newest technology.

I’m planning on releasing a chapter every now and then, whenever I find the time. I'm also releasing them on GSS, so these ones are no charge for everyone on the Patreon.

I hope you enjoy!

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Welcome to Vanilla, California.

I’ve walked streets paved with sin and danced through cities that pulse with the raw energy of indulgence. And yet, here I am, standing in the middle of this postcard-perfect town, where the redwoods stand tall, the golden fields glow in the sun, and the ocean hums its ceaseless lullaby. Quaint? Absolutely. Charming? Sure. But let’s not pretend — Vanilla is exactly as boring as it sounds.

Every man is faithful, every woman sticks to the missionary position, and every couple sends out Christmas cards.  Two immaculate children on the card, along with a golden retriever named Buddy. There are no shocks here. No scandalous affairs whispered about in hushed tones, no daring escapades under the cover of night. If something remotely unconventional does happen, the town has a way of smoothing it over, like waves erasing footprints in the sand. Order is their gospel, and they worship at the altar of predictability.

Some call it idyllic, others might call it lifeless. Me? I call it a well-rehearsed performance where everyone knows their lines and no one dares to improvise. I’ve seen what happens when order is disrupted, when appetites take control, when one spark sets the whole thing ablaze. But not here. Here, the men go to work, the women tend to their homes, and the only thing that even flirts with excitement is a passive-aggressive debate about lawn decorations.

Enjoy the show.

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I haven’t even unpacked my boxes yet, and already I’ve started to sow a little chaos into this pristine little town. Hell, I haven’t even gotten most of my boxes out of the U-Haul. I barely got the keys to my new apartment. But a couple of college guys wandered by a minute ago, and just like that, this town is already a little less boring.

“Hey man,” they called out, watching me park my truck in the loading zone. I rented a two-bedroom on the top floor of a three-story building. The bottom floor is a convenience store run by an old Chinese man who barely looked up when I walked past. The second floor is a lawyer’s office, quiet and stale. The third floor is all mine.

“I’m Trey, and this is Nick,” the blond one told me. They looked friendly enough. Relaxed, smiling, both of them sporting loose tank tops and summer tans. Trey had sharp blue eyes and an easy confidence, his hair sun-bleached from long days outdoors. He had the build of a surfer—lean, strong, and just a little cocky. Nick, on the other hand, had deep brown hair, tousled as if he’d just rolled out of bed, and an easy grin that stretched across his tanned face. He was a little stockier than Trey, muscular in a way that suggested time in the gym rather than the ocean.

“Do you need any help getting those boxes up the stairs?” Trey asked.

“Nah man,” I said, “I got the boxes. But… could I bother you to help me get this mattress?” I could probably out-lift both these guys combined, but mattresses are awkward, and hey, they were offering themselves to me.

“Yeah, no problem man,” Nick grinned, flashing me a double thumbs up. He grabbed one side of my king-sized bed, Trey grabbed the other, and I held the doors for them. It didn’t take long to wrestle it up the stairs. A few moments later, they’d followed it with the box spring, and then with my couch.

“I don’t know how to thank you,” I said. They were looking good, just breaking a light sweat after hauling all my unwieldy furniture.

“It’s no problem man,” Trey said. “It’s good to help out a new neighbor,” he smiled. “Here in Vanilla, we look out for each other. It’s just what we do. If someone needs help, we step up. You’ll see—it’s a great place once you settle in.”

Nick nodded, his smile still easy, but there was something behind it—an expectation. “Yeah, man. We all keep things running smooth around here. People help each other out, but we also stick to what’s expected, you know? Keep things nice and simple.”

His words were casual, but there was no mistaking the undertone. Welcome to Vanilla, where community is everything, and stepping out of line isn’t exactly encouraged.

"I should do something though," I said, sticking my hand down my pants. My cock was rock hard, looking at these two, and I was leaking pre-cum. I wiped it onto my hand and worked it between my fingers.

"Uh, we’re not really into that…" Trey said. "Look dude, I think maybe there’s been a misunderstanding."

"There’s nothing wrong with a little misunderstanding," I said. They had just put the couch down in my new living room. I was between them and the only door.

Trey and Nick exchanged glances, their easy smiles dimming into something less certain. Trey shifted his weight, his jaw tightening just a little.

"What? You want to take off already?" I asked, my voice casual, but their faces filled with horror.

Nick's eyes flickered toward the door.  I could tell he wanted to bolt.

"C'mon boys," I grinned.  "I thought neighbors here help each other out..."

"We can just go back home," Nick said, measured. "Vanilla isn’t really for uh… people like you."

Trey nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly looking for the best way out.

"Yeah, man. And look, no offense or anything, nobody in Vanilla is... like that. You know? It’s just not how things work here."

"Yeah," Nick exhaled sharply, glancing at Trey before turning his gaze back to me. "This town runs a certain way, and people like things simple. Safe. If you want to stay here, you might want to, uh… blend in a little better."

I arched an eyebrow. "Blend in?"

"Just... don’t rock the boat, man." Trey gave a half-hearted chuckle, but there was no humor behind it. "People here, they don’t take well to—well, to things that don’t fit."

Nick nodded, stepping closer to the door. "What he means is, if you keep acting like... gay... people are gonna notice. And when they notice, they don’t just talk about it."

"Yeah, they handle it," Trey said, giving me a hard look. "And trust me, you don’t want to see what that looks like."

“You're just not comfortable with me yet,” I said. “But smell this.”

I thrust my hand out, clamping it over Nick’s nose and mouth. His body jerked in surprise, his hands coming up to push me away, but it was too late. His struggle lasted only a few seconds before his muscles slackened, his warm body sagging in my arms. I released him, letting him crumple to the floor in a heap.

“Sorry,” I said, grinning down at him. Then I turned to Trey.

Trey’s eyes were wide, his breath coming fast as he stepped backward, bumping into the wall behind him. "What the fuck, man?!" he blurted out, his voice tight with panic. He glanced at the door, but his body wasn’t listening to him anymore.

I stepped forward, closing the distance between us. Trey tried to move, but he was already losing control, his limbs sluggish, his balance wavering. He barely had time to raise his hands before I clamped down on him too, my fingers pressing firm over his mouth and nose.

His body bucked against mine, but I held firm, feeling the tension leave his muscles as his knees gave out beneath him. He slid to the floor next to Nick, his chest rising and falling in uneven, panicked breaths.

Both of them looked like they wanted to run, to scream, to do anything to get away, but their bodies wouldn’t cooperate.

“Relax,” I murmured, crouching down beside them. “We were just getting to know each other.”

They had smelled my scent, and that meant I had control over them — for a while at least.

“Well, this is an unexpected turn of events,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “But… I guess this makes things a lot more interesting, don’t you think so, guys?”

They both nodded, their movements slow, uncertain. They weren’t sure why they were agreeing with me, or even what they were agreeing to, but I could see it in their eyes. A glimmer of inevitability, just beneath the surface. I had them.

“What do you mean?” Trey asked, a tremble in his baritone voice.

“This town is boring,” I said. “And I want it to be fun. And you two are going to be the start of something wonderful.”

Nick swallowed, his throat bobbing as he fought through the haze clouding his mind. Trey’s hands clenched into loose fists, his breath shaky, uneven.

I could see the horror in their eyes, but I could also sense something else. Lust. The second emotion was there, ready to be unearthed, just beneath the fear and confusion.

I grinned, slow and deliberate. "You don’t have to be afraid. You want this, don’t you?"

Trey’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Nick blinked rapidly, his head tilting as if the thought had never crossed his mind before.

I wanted to milk this for everything it was worth.

"You see," I continued, my voice smooth and knowing. "Repressing lustful thoughts, denying what you feel deep down, it only makes you weaker. It twists you up inside, makes you something lesser than you are meant to be. But when you indulge? When you let go of that pointless restraint? That’s when you truly start living.  I think you boys are ready to be alive... aren't you?"

Nick’s breath hitched slightly, his fingers twitching at his sides. Trey’s jaw tensed, as if he were trying to fight something he didn’t fully understand.

"This town has taught you to bury those feelings," I went on, circling them slowly, letting my words seep into the cracks of their minds. "To pretend they don’t exist. To hide. But you don’t have to hide. Not from me. Not from yourselves. Just imagine what it would be like to finally embrace it, to stop pretending."

“Now, it’s time to introduce you to something new,” I said, turning toward the boxes stacked neatly against the wall. I ran my fingers over the cardboard, enjoying the anticipation that hung thick in the air. “You don't mind trying something new, do you?”

Trey and Nick exchanged glances, their hesitation evident. I could feel the push and pull inside them—the old ways clashing with the new urges bubbling to the surface. It was a beautiful thing to witness.

I tore open the first box, revealing an array of carefully selected items. Leather, silk, steel—all tools designed to express the sluttiest side of a man. I lifted a sleek, silver necklace from the pile, its small key dangling from a delicate chain.

Trey swallowed hard. “What… what do you want us to do with that?”

“You’re going to experience freedom,” I smirked. “True freedom. Not the kind this town has taught you to believe in. The kind that comes from surrender.”

Nick shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t know if—”

“You don’t need to think,” I cut him off with a raised hand. “You just need to trust me.”

I stepped forward, placing the key in Nick's trembling hand.

“This is yours,” I told him. “And so is Trey.”

Nick looked down at the key, his fingers tightening around it. Trey, meanwhile, glanced at me with apprehension. What did I mean? What was I doing? Why couldn't he move?

“You feel it, don’t you?” I asked, watching their reactions closely. “That pull? That desire to let go, to be free from expectation?”

Nick hesitated before nodding. Trey was still struggling, but I knew he would give in soon enough.

“This town has held you in its grip for too long,” I murmured, my voice low and persuasive. “But you don’t have to live under its rules anymore.”

A slow, reluctant exhale escaped Trey’s lips. He was close. So close.

I reached back into the box and pulled out a small cage — elegant, unyielding, its polished metal glinting under the dim light. The tiny lock clicked open as I handed it to Nick.

“You have the key,” I murmured, pressing it into his palm. “And that...” I gestured to Trey's bulging cock. "That's where it belongs.”

Trey’s breath caught. He took an unsteady step backward, his hands clenched into fists. “I don’t know if I—”

“You don’t have to know anything,” I said smoothly. “You don't have to live by Vanilla's rules anymore. Nick's in charge of you now.”

Nick’s fingers curled around the cage. The moment stretched between us, charged with anticipation. Slowly, deliberately, he stepped toward Trey, his own breath coming faster.

Trey hesitated, his body rigid, but then his fingers trembled as he fumbled with his belt. The air in the room thickened, electric with something neither of them could name. Trey dropped his shorts, then tugged down his boxers.

Nick took a deep breath and, with careful hands, slid the cage over Trey's cock. There was a metal ring that wrapped around Trey's balls. Nick clicked the lock shut and gave the cage a little shake, making sure it was secure.

"Fuck dude... that feels weird," Trey said, reaching down and feeling the cool metal. "It's... it's m-making me hard!"

"Good," Nick smirked, staring at Trey's cock through the cage. He slipped the chain over his neck, letting Trey's key nestle between the curve of his pecs.

"You'll get used to it," I promised the newly locked surfer. "Now... it's time to do some work on Nick."

Nick swallowed hard. "Please don’t," he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t want to be locked up like that..."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Oh, Nick. I’m not going to lock you in a cage." I reached back into the box and pulled out a smooth, tapered plug, turning it in my hand. "I have something else in mind for you."

Nick’s eyes widened slightly as I handed it to him. He shuddered at the sight, his fingers barely brushing against it before he quickly pulled his hand away. "I’ve never… I mean, I don’t think—"

“You don’t have to think,” I said, my voice soothing, coaxing. “Just trust me. This is about trust, Nick. About control.  You want to be a part of this, don’t you?" I stepped forward, lowering my voice to just above a whisper. "You want to belong."

Nick’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. He didn’t answer, but he didn’t pull away either.

I retrieved a small bottle from the box, twisting off the cap and coating Nick's fingers in the slick liquid. "You can do it," I said.  "Drop the shorts, and rub that into your hole..."

Nick shivered as he fumbled with his belt, eventually getting the basketball shorts down around his ankles and his boxers down to his knees.  His hand was unsteady as lube touched his ass or the first time, but the power of my scent compelled him to obey.  He let out a little moan as he put pressure against his hole.

"That's right," I encouraged him.

Trey was staring with wide eyes.  Was I really going to make Nick do this?  Had he gotten incredibly lucky, just getting his cock trapped in a cage?  After all, Nick was about to –

"Put a finger up there," I ordered.  The look on his face was beautiful as that first finger slid between his muscular cheeks.  He let out a gasp that quickly turned into a grunt, feeling the heady sensation of anal for the first time.  Soon enough I had him taking two fingers.  Three.

I coated the plug in lube.

"Now this," I said, handing it to him.  He almost looked disappointed when his fingers slid out of his ass with a wet 'pop'.  Most men are bottoms, once they get over their hetero hangups.  "Just slide it inside, just like those fingers..."

He reached around and positioned the plug, surprised at how easily it slid inside him.  My scent is better than poppers.  He'd be loosened up for months, more than enough time to learn how to ride a cock on his own.

His breathing had gone shallow.  Undeniable lust played across his face.  The two men stood in my living room, cocks bare and heterosexuality stripped.  

“A-and now... we get to go?” Nick asked, his voice unsteady.

“Not quite yet,” I grinned at the two zonked out college boys.  “Nobody leaves without a fetish.”

“Wait, dude...” Trey said, his deep voice giving confusion.  “I’ve got my dick locked in a cage, and that’s not like... enough of a fetish?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Nick echoed.  “This plug feels so good up my ass... so yeah... you got me... but that’s not kinky enough for you?”

“That’s just gay stuff,” I smirked.  “The cage... yeah, that’s kinda kinky, but Nick... you’re just being a bottom!  We need to go way farther if you’re gonna be the kind of depraved slut that makes this town into something... better.”

“Whoa,” Nick said, managing to take two whole steps away from me.  My scent must have been starting to wear off.  “Me and my boy Trey... we’re not a couple of... uh... gay guys.”

“Really?” I asked, stepping closer to him.

I lifted up my arm and jammed a sweaty pit into his face.  My other hand dipped down below my waist and groped at my hard cock again, getting another few drops of precum onto my fingers.  I put a finger under his nose, letting him take a long sniff of my scent.

“I got news for you honey,” I said smugly.  “You and Trey, you’re gayer than a Pride Parade at Christmas.  Don’t think too hard – boys like you and Trey... you’re meant to look pretty and get fucked... you can’t resist when a man wants your ass... and Trey,” I said, moving over to the shorter one.  “When a man wants your load, you can’t resist fucking that ass... at least, so long as Nick allows it.  He owns your cock.  That’s why you’re caged... such a horny fuckin’ fag, you’d walk around jerking off all day if you weren’t contained.”

Trey buried his face in my pit and took a long sniff.  Then I ran a pre-cum soaked finger under his nose too and stared into his spaced out eyes.

“You’re gay, aren’t you Trey?”

“Mmmm yeah,” he moaned, leaning forward to lick a bit of pre-cum off my finger.  “I’m such a horny gay slut... gotta keep it caged or I’d fuck every dude I saw!”

“And you’re gay too, aren’t you Nick?”

“Like... totally dude,” Nick nodded eagerly.  My scent had done it’s work, and the gymbro had left behind any silly ideas he still held about somehow being straight.  “Gotta keep my ass ready and my balls full...”

“So... you’re ready for your fetish?” I asked, giving each of them a knowing smile.  The two college guys nodded eagerly.

“Hell yeah,” Nick said dreamily.  “Hook me up!”

I reached into a box and pulled out a discrete paper package for Nick.  He took it eagerly, tearing into it like a starving bear who’d found a cooler in the campground.

“It’s like... leather cuffs?” he asked, holding up a pair of leather bands in confusion.  “How is that even a fetish?”

“Put them on.”

“Um... okay,” Nick said, fumbling with the snaps.  He locked one around his wrist and a shiver ran through his body, almost making him drop the other cuff.  “Holy shit,” he said, trembling.

“Now the other one,” I told him.

He took his time with the second cuff, slipping it slowly around his wrist before doing up the snaps one... at... a... time...

With each snap, a wave of lush crashed behind his eyes.

“Good boy,” I said, reaching behind his head and ruffling his hair.  “You’re into leather now.  Like... really into leather.  You’re always going to wear something leather... a cuff, a cockring, a pair of pants... and it makes you so horny...”

“It’s so fuckin’ hot...” Nick gasped, running his hand over one of the cuffs.  “Makes me feel like a fuckin’ animal...”

“Yeah,” I agreed easily.  “And whenever you see another man wearing leather, you’re going to get uncontrollably horny. You’ll need to blow your load right away.  But I’m not cruel... well, not that cruel... you don’t have to fuck the guy wearing leather.  Any guy will do.  Even Trey... though obviously he’ll have to stay locked while you pulverize his ass.”

“But... I’m like...” Nick said, his face screwed up with painful ambivalence.  “I’m like... a total bottom,” Nick said.  “But leather’s so fuckin’ hot...”

“I guess technically you’re a bottom,” I shrugged.  “When you see a guy wearing leather, it doesn’t matter that you’re a bottom.  You just want to fuck...”

Trey let out a pained moan.  He knew his ass was going to get used a lot, even if the caged man still thought of himself as a top.

“Take this too,” I said, tossing another package to Nick.  “It’s a pair of leather cuffs with chains attached.  For when you fuck him,” I said, gesturing at Troy.  “Cuff him to the bed.  I don’t know if he’ll enjoy it... but you sure will.”

Nick gripped the package tightly.  I’d seen that look before.  Within a month, he’d own leather everything, from a casual bomber jacket to knee high boots.  No matter what happened in life, Nick was committed to his obsession.

“Th... thank you... sir...” Nick gasped.  His cock was rock hard and sticking straight out.  If I let him leave like this, the whole town would see the tent in his basketball shorts and know something was up.  I’d have to take care of that before he left.

But first...

“And now for Trey,” I grinned, moving my focus from the leather-bound gymrat towards the cock-locked surfer.  “How you feeling Trey?”

“Uhhhh... like I’m... like kinda freaked out dude,” Trey admitted.  “Like... it’s cool we’re gay now, and yeah... Nick’s a super hot bottom, but... fuck me, I’m already so horny bro... my cock’s so tight in this thing... and you’re gonna do uh... like... that?”

He pointed towards Nick who had cracked open the cuffs and chains and was rubbing them softly against his cheek, lost in the sensation.

“Not exactly,” I promised.  “See... here’s the fun part about fetishes.  They don’t turn on everyone.  Most people can wear a leather jacket, and it’s not sexual... but when Nick sees leather, he can’t help but seeing it as sexy.  Every fetish is like that... and so is yours.  For most guys, it’s just a piece of clothing, but when you see a tanktop... well, that’s when you become uncontrollably horny...”

Trey’s pupils suddenly dialated and he let out a gasp.

“Oh my god...” he said, staring at Nick’s bare arms in his casual summer tank.  The shirt wasn’t anything special, just a bargain bin special from some store at the mall... but that’s not what Trey saw anymore.  Tanktops were the sluttiest thing a man could wear... and his lover looked great in one.

“When you see a man wearing a tanktop, you’re going to become uncontrollably horny,” I yawned.  “But with your dick locked in that cage... I think Nick will have to help you out.”

I pointed at the silver key dangling between Nick’s pecs.  The neckline of his tank was just low enough that Trey could see it peeking above the fabric.  His hand shot down and grabbed uselessly at his cage, trying to touch his cock and get some relief.

“Nick, get with it,” I said.  He glanced up, still rubbing the leather softly as he tried to pay attention to the moment.  “You see how horny Trey is?  He’s not allowed to touch his own cock... not unless he wants to stay locked forever... so you’ll have to do it for him.  After all, what are friends for?”

“Wait...” Trey said nervously.  “Forever...?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged.  “If you touch your dick, you’re gonna tell me.  Rat yourself out, y’know?  And then I’m taking that key back from Nick and throwing it away forever.  You can fuck, you can suck, you can take it in the ass... but you’re done touching it yourself.”

His hand jerked away from the cage, like it had just delivered an electric shock.

“Got it,” he said, practically vibrating.  He reached don and tugged those ridiculously baggy shorts over his cage.  “Nick... I uh... I think we better go?”

“Huh?”

“You better go fuck him,” I suggested gently.  “And then unlock that cage and get him off... or not... your call.  But if he touches himself while it’s unlocked... run right back here and let me know.  His cock is for him anymore... it’s for you.”

“Okay,” Nick grinned dopily.  He looked at Trey’s wrists, already thinking about how he’d chain his lover to the bed.  His cock was still sticking straight out.  “Trey, let’s go.”

“You’ll be needing new underwear first,” I said with a grin.  “That piece of meat... your boxers aren’t gonna hide it... and I’m not quite ready for this town to come at me with torches and pitchforks.”

“Yeah, but... I’m so fuckin’ horny...” Nick said, grabbing his cock and waving it at me.  The look on Trey’s face was beautiful – so jealous that Nick was still allowed to touch his cock, but also so joyful that he couldn’t.  “Nothing’s gonna keep the beast down.”

“How about this?” I said, pulling a leather jockstrap from my boxes and waving it towards him.

Nick’s eyes lit up.

“It’s... uh... it’s worth a try?” he choked out.  “Damn... that’s gonna feel so good.”

“It’s yours,” I said, tossing it at him.  “You’re gonna wear it home, and you’ll wear it everyday until you get more leather underwear.  No other material can contain your cock, and I want it contained... for now.”

I tossed the jockstrap to Nick.  He snapped it out of the air, moaning when he felt the leather touch his hand.  He kicked off his shorts and those stupid smiley face boxes he used to wear, eagerly stepping into the jockstrap and pulling it up his legs.

“Fuuuuuuucckk.....” he gasped, working it up his legs, each movement another burst of pleasure.  “Oh god... this feels good...”

“I’m no god,” I said, chuckling a little at the idea.  “But yeah... you’re gonna feel so good.”

The pouch swallowed up his cock, not quite containing his cock, but keeping it flat against his body.  Good enough.  I had to remind him to put on his basketball shorts, but he was okay with that... so long as the leather was tight against his skin.

“There you go,” I smirked.  “You’re all set.”

I looked at the two guys in front of me.  They were all tanktops and suntans and blissful grins.  A couple of kinky gay college guys, eager to leave me with my boxes so they could fuck until dawn.  If you looked closely, you could see their prominent bulges through their baggy shorts, but it’d have to do for now.  Let the town believe they had a couple porn star cocks.

“You look so hot...” Trey whispered at Nick, reaching out and tracing a hand down Nick’s tank.  He gathered the loose fabric and rubbed it between his fingers.  “You’re like... the hottest guy in town.”

“Second hottest,” Nick grinned, stepping close and putting his hand over Trey’s bulge.  I watched him run his hand over the cage, clearly feeling the thrill of power.  “We’re definitely the hottest couple,” he grinned.

He turned away from his... do people still say boyfriend?  Partner?  Lover?  Language just keeps evolving, and sometimes it’s hard to keep up.  Whatever they were, the two men were clearly deeply in lust with each other.  Anyway, he turned towards me and walked over.

Without a word, he gave me a long kiss.  When we parted, he was smiling.

“Goodbye sir,” Nick said.  “And thank you...”

“Goodbye Nick,” I said.  “You two have fun.”

I leaned over the edge of my deck and watched the two of them walk awkwardly down the block, both of them unaccustomed to the weight on the cocks. Nick’s leather was probably sweaty in the summer heat, and the plug in his ass was making him walk with his cheeks clutched together. Meanwhile, Trey’s cock cage forced him to take smaller, more delicate steps.

If anyone was watching, they’d have to wonder.  For now at least.  Soon everyone would know.

I was starting to like this town.