Manuel dropped to his knees, crestfallen. He had just received news that both of his parents had died in a horrible car crash. After the funeral, his living arrangements were settled. Manuel was to live with his tío, Pedro. Manuel was 22 years old, but he needed someone to help pay for his tuition for the last year of college. Pedro was his best option, but he certainly wasn’t Manuel’s first. That was because his uncle was extremely homophobic.
He had gone to jail for a couple years for beating up some gay men in the past. Manuel was gay, but he had kept it a secret from everyone, even his parents. They still hadn’t known before they died. Manuel had an active sex life, but he could unfortunately never host, especially not now at Pedro’s home. Whenever he went to meet another dude, Pedro usually called out to him from the living room, “Fuck her good for me, boy!”
Manuel usually had a very hard limit on not being able to host, but when he matched with Darius, he learned that the hunky stud couldn’t host either. His meaty pecs and massive bicep peaks lured Manuel in, and he caved. He was going to host Darius, but he couldn’t do it that night. Thankfully, he understood, and could wait a couple days until Manuel came up with a plan. It didn’t take long at all for Manuel to set up a guys’ night with Pedro and some of his friends.
Right before the two of them were set to leave, Manuel feigned a weak excuse for why he couldn’t go. Pedro bought it, and Manuel watched as his uncle walked away. Once he was out of sight, he called up Darius and told him to come over. The black stud didn’t waste any time, and minutes later, the two of them were fucking like animals in Manuel’s room. They were both vocal fuckers, which meant that they didn’t hear Pedro come back home.
Pedro and the guys were having fun together, but they decided to play cards early on, using real money, of course. Since the friend’s house was in walking distance from his own, Pedro didn’t think to grab his wallet. As he stepped back into his house, he could hear the sounds of sex. He distinctly heard two male voices going at it. He was a bit excited that his nephew was having a threesome. He had always wanted to see one in action, so he peeked in there, after grabbing his wallet, wondering why the chick was so fuckin’ silent. Pedro was in for quite the surprise.
“What the fuck is going on here!?”
“Pedro, I can, um, explain!”
“I know what the fuck you’re doing in here! You, get the fuck out of my house! And you, well, I’ll deal with you later.” Pedro turned around and left his own home in a huff. Darius quickly got changed and left. While he could have beaten Pedro in a fight, he could see the rage in the man’s eyes and knew he wasn’t to be messed with this at this time. Manuel sulked in his room as Pedro returned to his friend’s house and told the guys about what just happened. Towards the end of the next round, Pedro spoke up.
“Hey, Jésus, do you still have that spell book laying around somewhere?”
“Yeah, I probably do. Don’t deal me in next round, guys, okay?” Jésus got up after that round and was back before the next round was even halfway over. He plopped down a large and dusty book in front of Pedro. The pages were yellowed, and Pedro knew that it was the real deal. He had seen Jésus’ grandmother read from it as she fixed his broken bone when he was younger, so that his parents wouldn’t have to pay for any hospital bills.
Pedro came back home in the middle of the night, after having a fun night with the guys. Manuel expected him to barge into his room, but instead, Pedro locked himself in his own bedroom. He began looking through the book, trying to find a spell that would do what he wanted. The spells were in no particular order, so it took him until just before sunrise to find one that would do what he wanted. And what was especially great about this spell was that it didn’t need any fancy ingredients and could be done at any time!
Manuel was on the couch that morning, waiting to feel his tío’s wrath. Instead, Pedro asked, “Need anything from the bodega?”
“Uh, no.” Manuel didn’t know what was going on, and Pedro still didn’t berate him once he came back, only stopping in the kitchen to grab a bowl before locking himself in the bedroom again. He mixed up the ingredients in the bowl until they created a paste of some kind. Then he repeated a Latin incantation as he sprinkled the final ingredient in. He had looked it up before saying it, and it was Latin for what the spell would to do to Manuel. After the paste glowed, he took off his shirt and applied a copious amount to his pits, and then barged into his nephew’s room.
“You’re coming with me,” he growled, pulling Manuel by his hair. Manuel was in no position to fight back, and was dragged outside by his uncle through the back door. The two of them walked through the expansive field behind Pedro’s house until they were far enough away from civilization. Pedro then tore off most of his nephew’s clothes. Manuel’s shirt and pants came off, but he was allowed to keep his jockstrap on. “Sniff my pits, boy!” Pedro then said, forcing his nephew’s face into one of his pits. Manuel definitely tried to resist that. He didn’t have a pit fetish; in fact, he hated men smelling gross!
However, as he was forced to breathe in more and more of his uncle’s pit stench, he found that some things were changing in him. First off, he now enjoyed sniffing a man’s pits, even if the man was his uncle! And Manuel also noticed another change. With every deep breath he took, he found himself thinking more and more straight thoughts. He knew that that was wrong and fucked up, but the allure of his uncle’s pits was just too strong.
Of course, Pedro had no way of knowing what his nephew was thinking, so he shoved Manuel’s face in his right armpit even deeper, bringing Manuel even closer to the source. As he continued to take in deep breathes of his uncle’s pit stench, his mind slowly continued to change. Instead of thinking about the assholes he wanted to fuck, he was thinking about what pussies to play with now.
After a couple more minutes of pit sniffing, Pedro had to move Manuel over to his other pit. The spell would only work if Manuel breathed in deeply from both pits. He slapped his nephew as he forced him over to the other pit, trying to get the gay out of him. Manuel, on the other hand, wanted to go back to sniffing his uncle’s pit. The allure of it wouldn’t go away until the sexuality transformation was complete, so Manuel actually bent down a bit and got ready to put his face into Pedro’s pit before his uncle shoved him back in there.
The pit sniffing on the left side lasted for about the same amount of time. However, since they were nearing the end, Pedro needed to make sure Manuel got every last drop. He didn’t need to force his nephew to do it; Manuel had started licking his uncle’s pits, getting every last drop of the paste out while still breathing in its incredibly alluring aroma. Pedro just watched as his nephew attacked his pit and licked it clean.
Finally, Pedro made sure that Manuel was done by shoving his nephew’s face into his pit yet again. He heard Manuel breathe in deeply a few times, and then try to fight back. “Ew, Pedro! What the fuck is wrong with you!? I didn’t think you were one of those faggots!”
“And you’re not a faggot either, right, Manuel?”
“Really, tío Pedro, where the fuck is you coming up with this shit?”
“Don’t worry about it, Manuel, let’s just go back inside.” Manuel followed his uncle back to the house, and after a couple weeks had passed, he had all but forgotten about his gay conversation therapy through sniffing his uncle’s pits. Pedro still hadn’t seen the homoerotic nature in his actions, but he was just pleased that his nephew was a straight and faggot-hating man, just like he should be.