What do four college gay fraternity guys who are bored with the start of school do to relieve their tedium?
This is their story. One of the four, a chemistry major, tries to make a drink that has more kick. Instead, he creates something special.
He calls his drink a magic elixir. This drink does not cause the drinker to forget. During and after the drinker knows and then remembers every sexy order he has received and complied with. What happens is that during the two hours the drink is in his system, he loses the will to resist. Whatever is suggested, the imbiber finds his body begins to do even if his mind is actually telling him, “no way.”
The fraternity brothers agree to drink the elixir. Each evening for four days they randomly select a beer that may or may not have been laced. After drinking the Magic Elixir, in about ten minutes they accept any suggestion given to them. Those who previously experienced the effects are released from the lottery. Until finally there is only one brother left.
This story tells the events of these four nights of directed debauchery. It ends with the last fraternity brother not only performing a strip at a local gay bar but also involved in sexual acts in front of a room full of horny, lustful, screaming gay guys.
When the last of the elixir has worn off just about two hours afterward, nearly everyone in the bar wants to get a bottle of the magical drink. The surprise ending will leave you wanting more and thinking, “Well damn!”
Here’s how Bruce, one of the four college students describes Magic Elixir: Does my friend's concoction sound illegal, immoral or fattening…as my mother used to say?
It would be if you sneaked the drug into someone else’s drink. But if you’re the someone. And if you had the idea it would be fun to be told to do stuff and do it. Then if you decided to actually take the drug…. Well, that’s not illegal, just maybe stupid.
If you think that stupid someone, I’m describing sounds like me, you’d be right. Thirty minutes ago, I did knowingly and with stupidity foresight, drank a beer. It was a beer into which I watched my friend pour that little vial of the Magic Elixir.
So now, even though my brain is screaming, “You idiot, you don’t want to do that!” I’m doing everything suggested to me.
That’s why I’m here at George’s Bar in the first place. My three best friends suggested we come to the Bar. Also, why, when those same friends told me to climb up on the bar’s stage, I climbed up on the stage. Next, my friends asked me to perform a sexy strip….
While telling myself, “Self…not in front of a bar full of horny twenty-something gay guys with raging uncontrollable hormones!”...self did it anyway. As I danced to the beat of some currently popular bar dance song, I slung every last stitch of my clothing around the stage.
Now this Friday evening crowd of drooling, drink encouraged gays are watching my every orifice. And what am I doing at the moment? Waiting for the next fucking instruction. And my friends who brought me here are grinning as they make their plans.
To tell you the truth, I can hardly wait for their next suggestion!