Interactive: Preying at The Altar, ch. 8 (Patreon)

Dave floated contentedly in the sun.  The cold water on his naked body was equal parts invigorating and relaxing.  Even though he knew he was alone, he still felt an exhibitionist thrill at the thought of being naked outside.  Part of him wanted someone to come by and find him.  He knew his lean, defined body looked good.  

“Dave!  Hey!”  

Dave’s eyes shot open and he blushed at the unexpected voice.  He’d just been thinking about someone finding him, and now he saw two young men cresting the hill and coming towards him.  He didn’t know why he thought of them as “young.”  They looked to be in their early twenties like himself, but something about that didn’t sit right.  

One of the two men, a sandy blonde whose chiseled muscles bulged out of his tank-top, smiled and waved.  “Right where you said it was!”  

“Not too hard to find, right?”  The words left Dave’s mouth before he thought about them.  He had no idea who these two men were or what was going on, but everyone, himself included, acted like this wasn’t the first time they’d met.  He cleared his throat.  Their content wasn’t all that made his words sound wrong.  His voice was hoarse and scratchy.  

“How’s the water?”  The other man, a brunette with a build like his friend, asked as he stripped out of his plastered-on top.  

“Cool, but you get used to it quick,” Dave said, his eyes going wide at the sight of the young man’s precision sculpted torso.  His cock throbbed confusingly at the smooth, perfectly proportional pecs and washboard stomach.  He lingered on the strip of exposed elastic sticking out of the other man’s baggy shorts while his blonde friend similarly disrobed.  

Dave’s heart started pounding.  It wasn’t just their impressive bodies he was dwelling on.  He found himself staring lustfully at their handsome faces, noticing their full lips, their strong jaws, their sparkling teeth.  Things he never paid attention to on other guys started jumping out at him.  Their smooth, tanned skin looked appealingly soft, a sharp contrast to their granite bodies that made Dave’s mouth water.  He gazed at their profiles when they turned to each other, loving the slight arch to their spines that led to the perky, round globes bubbling out the back of their shorts.  

“You sure weren’t lyin’,” the blonde said, looking around at the forest while he undid the fly of his shorts.  “It’s gorgeous out here.”  

“Right?”  Dave said, his eyes never leaving the increasingly exposed patch of the other man’s bulging briefs.  His whole body tingled with anticipation as the young man let them drop, his meaty thighs and stuffed bulge shaking as he kicked them free.  Staring at the small red briefs, Dave couldn’t remember a time when he’d been more turned on.  

“I see why you like it out here,” the brunette said with a wry grin as he dropped his shorts, exposing an equally stuffed pair of black briefs.  “If you hadn’t told us how to get here we’d never have found it.  Nice and private,” he winked.  

“Exactly.  In the twenty years I’ve been comin’ out here I’ve never had anyone else show up unless I told ‘em first.”  The timeline didn’t make sense, but Dave’s confusion was immediately forgotten when both men slid their briefs down.  The sight of the two young, sculpted adonises hit Dave like a physical force.  Their shredded bodies, with the long, thick cocks and manicured bushes, were like works of art.  It dawned on him that he wasn’t viewing them as his peers.  His usual confidence was nowhere to be found as he suddenly felt ugly and eager to do whatever it took to please the golden duo.  

“Whoa...that IS cold…” the blonde laugh, wading out into the chilly water.  He turned back to his friend on the bank and splashed.  “Come on!”  

Dave loved watching the brunette’s powerful muscles flex and shift as he deftly avoided the water.  “Fuck you, dude!  I’m coming!”  He said, raising his meaty arms above his broad shoulders and launching himself into the water.  

Dave’s laugh joined with the blonde’s, and as the water washed over them, so did a rush of memories.  He suddenly remembered where he’d met the two.  Mark, the blonde, and Pat, the brunette, had been at the club the other night when they’d all been out watching Chris dance.  He’d zeroed in on the two young, shirtless men from across the room, casually working his way over until he was close enough on the crowded floor to brush against them.  He loved how their tight, smooth bodies felt against his hairy, beefier frame.  

Even in his memories, it felt wrong.  Dave wondered at thinking of himself as “beefy”, but that was HIS hairy stomach in the memories.  His shredded abs were gone, replaced by a lean, firm stomach that had a coating of salt and pepper hair on it.  Dave searched the flashback, looking down at a set of burly pecs covered in the same layer of hair.  He still had his strong arms, but like the rest of him, they were less defined, and his skin seemed rough and weathered.  

Mark’s hands on his shoulders pulled him back to the present.  He didn’t know how long he’d spaced out for, but Mark and Pat had been splashing around for a while.  He looked over and saw the young man’s fingers sliding through the patches of hair above the burly arms from his memory.  “Still with us,” he asked, pressing his naked body against Dave’s.  

“Sorry...easy to drift off out here,” Dave sighed as the young man’s strong hands drifted down to knead his meaty chest.  Pressing his ass back against Mark’s hardening cock was a reflex.  

“Just remember...this water’s cold…” Pat looked embarrassed as he made his way over to join them.  

Without thinking, Dave’s hand shot forward to grab Pat’s bobbing package.  “Doesn’t feel like that’s a problem,” he said, gasping when Mark’s hands dropped to do the same to him.  

“Winner’s all around,” Mark said smugly, giving Dave’s thick cock a stroke while working his own rigid pole between the older man’s plump cheeks.  

That was all it took.  The three men fell on each other in a flurry of groping hands and mouths.  Dave moaned as he was sandwiched between the two of them, his lips pressed against Pat’s while Mark’s mouth worked its way down his neck.  Then they’d switch, and it would be Pat pressed against his back while Mark worked both of their aching rods together under the water.  Then Dave would find himself watching longingly while Pat and Mark went at each other until they pulled him back in.  

The trio had been making their way towards the shore and as soon as their waists broke the surface, Dave grabbed each man by their solid cock and pulled them over to the blanket he’d spread out on the water’s edge.  Without waiting for direction, he dropped to his knees and swallowed the first cock he saw, working the other with a rough fist.  

“oOOHhh…” Pat moaned, his fingers dropping to Dave’s short hair while the older man’s face bobbed back and forth.  

Dave had no idea what he was doing.  His body was moving with expert coordination, his bobbing head and pumping fists never breaking rhythm while he expertly switched back and forth between each of the young men.  He was still confused by what he saw of his own body.  As he’d stumbled out of the water he’d seen his reflection and it didn’t make sense.  His body was thicker, and wider.  The legs he knelt on were meaty and full, not lean and wiry.  He was even starting to think of himself differently.  It wasn’t just that these men seemed younger; he actually seemed older.  He felt the weight of his advancing age when the two men pulled away and he dropped down onto all fours.  The unaccustomed mass seemed to shift, and he finally noticed how much lower and heavier his furry balls hung behind a seemingly thickened cock.  

The concerns about his changing body were pushed aside when Mark slid into him.  “OOOOHHHHHhhhh fuuuuuckkkk…” Dave grunted, clutching at the ground.  His initial shock at being fucked by another man only lasted as long as it took for the first wave of bliss to hit him.  He let out a hoarse whimper as, like before, his body started responding instinctively.  He quickly worked his bouncing cheeks in time with Mark’s pounding until the panting blonde needed a break and Pat took his place.  

Dave thought about what he must look like; his hairy, rugged body getting tag-teamed by two smooth studs half his age.  Instead of horror, the thought only drove him on.  “UUhhh...huh...uh-huh...ohhh yeah….fu...fuck my old...hairy ass...” he begged, bucking and writhing on the ground.  “Please...let me...let me suck one of those...fat...young cocks…” he pleaded.  He heard the two chuckle, but Mark came around and slapped Dave’s grizzled cheek with his oozing pole.  

“Alright, old timer, if you insist,” the blonde hunk sneered, shoving himself deep in Dave’s mouth.  

Dave moaned around the cock sliding in and out of his mouth while Pat continued pounding him from behind.  Mark matched his friend’s pace, fucking Dave’s mouth with deep, long plunges.  

The older man was practically vibrating with pleasure.  Under his closed lids his eyes had rolled back as he inhaled the musky scent that filled his nostrils from having his face buried in Mark’s trimmed, sandy bush.  His whole body shook from Pat’s jackrabbit pounding as the other man neared completion.  He never wanted it to end.  Being stuffed from both ends by two athletic young men was all he needed in life.  Whatever they wanted, he’d do, no matter how embarrassing.  A part of him shrank from the realization that the more humiliating the demand, the more it turned him on.  He actually looked forward to being debased and used by younger guys.   

“Oh fuck...fuck dude...I’m gonna…” Pat broke off in a gasp as he exploded into Dave, who did the same.  The warm, sticky fluid spraying into him pushed him over the edge.  He tensed and spasmed, moaning loudly around Mark’s throbbing cock that was buried deep in his throat.  

“Whoooaaa…” Mark laughed, his perfect chest rising and falling rapidly.  “Whatever you just did he must’ve liked,” he said condescendingly to his friend.  

“I...liked it too…” Pat panted, bucking his hips a few more times before pulling his softening hose free.  

“I’m...almost….there…” Mark said through gritted teeth.  He pulled out of Dave’s mouth just in time to cum all over the older man’s face.  

Dave gasped with pleasure, opening his mouth to try and catch as much of it as possible.  When Mark was done he collapsed onto the blanket to catch his breath, loving the smug expressions of the two younger men staring down at him.  

“I think we wore him out,” Mark grinned.  

Pat stretched, his ripped torso flexing.  “Pretty impressive stamina for a guy his age, though.”  

“Just...just give me a minute and I’ll be good to go again,” Dave said, struggling upright.  He watched the two young studs splash back out into the water, envying their seemingly boundless energy.  They were like puppies while he felt like an old bulldog.  He sighed and crawled over to the bank to wipe the drying cum from his face.  “Wait...is that…” He froze at his reflection.  The grizzled face, with stubbled cheeks and receding hairline, belonged to someone who had to be pushing fifty.  His short, salt and pepper hair and creviced features were still handsome, but they felt foreign.  He still looked like the lean, fit man he’d been in his younger days, but his body had filled out with age.  At forty seven, a slower metabolism made staying lean harder, so he’d tried to put on some more mass over the years.  If he had to get bigger, he at least wanted it to be muscle. He saw a time-lapse in his head, his lean, ripped body slowly expanding.  Bit by bit the definition faded as he slowly inflated.  His hairline pulled back while the stubble on his cheeks became a fixture that matched the increasingly prevalent hair on the rest of his body.  Pert nipples grew large and hard on the edges of his bulging pecs while his arms looked more like pistons than whipcords.  He watched his cock thicken and droop while his balls stretched ever lower between thighs that rounded and pushed towards each other.  His tiny ass grew outwards under a layer of soft, yielding flesh that left him with a bouncing set of globes.  He hadn’t grown huge like some of his body-building friends.  He’d never liked spending that much time inside a gym.  He still had a natural, rugged build from spending his time outside, just one that was appropriate, even impressive, for a guy his age.  

Dave shook his head and climbed to his feet, feeling foolish for getting worked up over his own reflection.  He remembered his younger days, but he hadn’t thought about himself like that in years.  “You’re losin’ it, old man,” he laughed as he splashed out to join his young friends.  

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Braden didn’t know if he should be horrified or relieved at his friend’s transformation.  He’d watched Dave morph into an older man and then get fucked by a pair of guys that should have been his own age, but at least that meant things were nearing the end.  

“Pl...please...I…” Braden broke into a sputtering cough as the ever-oozing cum flowed into his mouth.  

“Careful now,” the slight, dapper man said, wiping Braden’s chin and mouth.  Despite it’s appearance, the alien, inhuman feel of the hand made Braden’s skin crawl.  “What was that you were saying,” the man asked, licking his fingers clean.  

“Please...that’s everyone...let me go…” 

“Note quite.  That’s all of your friends, true, but that still leaves you.”  

Braden’s stomach sank.  He’d hoped the humiliation from having been stripped and constantly cumming all over himself would have been enough.  “No!  You can’t!  Not me!”  He thrashed weakly and tried to sit up, but found himself glued to the slab.  

The dapper man made a tutting sound and shook his head.  “No need to throw a temper tantrum.  It’s funny that you didn’t fight for your friends that strongly.  What would they think if they knew this was all your fault?  How would they want you to end up?”