Chantry Hollow (vignette) (Patreon)

*** Quick snippet from a WIP.  This one's gonna be weird. ***

The sound hit them like a wave.  Though they were nowhere near the rotting steeple, the crushing din redlined their hearing.  The way their bodies shook and vibrated, the two young pretty boys might as well have been standing directly under a massive church bell.  For what felt like an eternity, the blasting sound was all they knew.  They could feel themselves yelling and trying to move, but they weren’t successful at either.  Zack tried to extricate himself from Kyle, but the more he pushed the harder the sound pushed back.  The reverberant roar glued them together, rendering Kyle’s frantic struggles as futile as his friend’s.  What had started as the two of them horsing around in the river ended with them in a blasted, battered heap on the shore.  

“Jesus fuck, man!  What the hell was that?”  Kyle finally groaned.  He blinked and shook his head, pulling it out from under Zack’s as his friend draped across him.  

“I knew this was a bad idea.  ‘Nothing to worry about’…yeah, right.  I’m going to kick Rhett’s…ass…” The light-haired jock trailed off as he sat up and went to stand, his eyes going wide and his face pale.  “Ky…Kyle…are you…look…look down…”

“What do youuaaAHHHHH!  WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!  WHAT THE FUCK?!”  The olive-hued jock screamed and tried to leap to his feet, falling flat on his back instead.  Zack landed with him, their newly shared leg thrashing wildly.  From the navel up, their sculpted frames were unchanged, but from the waist down, two had become one.  Their bodies had somehow melded together, and instead of each of them having two legs, their connected frame now had three as each man retained one of their original limbs while the others merged into a single appendage.  They each still sported their thick, meaty packages, and beneath them on the rough forest floor they could feel their solid cheeks flexing and shifting, but no matter how much they struggled there was no coming apart.  

“This can’t be happening…this can’t be happening…” Zack repeated, trying to keep his arm from tangling with Kyle’s as he desperately tried to pull himself free.  “Get the fuck off me, man!”  

“You get off me!” Kyle barked.  “Fuck!  We’re a fucking freak!”  

The pair broke off into wordless grunts as they writhed on the ground in a vain attempt at separating from their newly acquired partner.  Their still-chiseled muscle flexed and strained, glistening with sweat while they struggled and pushed at one another before finally collapsing against the ground in defeat.  

“I told you this place was cursed!  Fuck!”  Zack cried, slamming his fist into the ground.  His other hand was pinned under Kyle’s half, and he did his best not to think about how close their cocks were as they each rested against their shared limb.  “There has to be a way to fix this.  There has to be.”  

“What are we going to do, man?”  Kyle’s voice was soft as he blinked up at the darkened canopy overhead.  “How do we even live like this?  Going to the bathroom’s going to be real awkward.  Hell, EVERYTHING is going to be real awkward.”  

“No it won’t, ‘cause we’re not stuck like this,” Zack insisted.  “This isn’t even possible.  This has to be some kind of hallucination or bad trip or something.  Maybe there was something in the water?  We can’t really be like…this…” he said, his stomach dropping when he forced himself to look at their warped body.  They were both still strikingly handsome and impressively built, only now they came as a package deal.  The stunned jock thought about what Kyle said, and how drastically different their lives would be.  Eating, pissing, fucking, sleeping; they’d be forced to share it all.  As much as he loved his friend, and as much time as they already spent together, it wasn’t a future he relished.  

“But…what if we are?” Kyle’s chiseled pecs heaved as he fought to keep from hyperventilating.  As someone who put so much stock in his appearance, the thought of spending the rest of his life like something from a sideshow was horrifying.  

“We’re not, so quit saying it, alright?  We’re…dude!  Get your hand off…my dick…” Zack trailed off as he looked down and saw his untouched package.  A few inches away, on the other side of their new, shared leg, Kyle scratched absently at his heavy balls, the sensation registering in Zack’s brain as if it were his own.  “Oh god…” he muttered, realization slowly setting in.  Now that the initial rush of panic was fading, he gradually started to notice the flood of new sensations.  He felt the rough ground rubbing against Kyle’s hairier thigh, and he could feel the dark, wiry hair against the other man’s palm as he wiped the dirt from his pecs.  As impossible as it was, he knew he had to stop thinking of the limbs as belonging to the other man, and instead as something they now shared.  

Kyle was slower on the uptake.  “Wait…you feel that?”  He reached down and squeezed his meaty equipment, shivering in response to the gasp that tore out of Zack.  

“Yes I feel that,” the sandy-haired man spat.  “See?”  

“WHHHOOOOAAAA,” Kyle’s eyes went wide, his half of their shared body tensing as he felt the phantom sensation of the other man’s hand kneading his balls.  “That’s…that’s weird…” he laughed awkwardly, his thick cock starting to twitch.  

“It’s not weird, it’s a nightmare!  We have to…” Zack paused, a familiar pulse throbbing through him, though emanating from an unfamiliar source.  “Dude…are you…is this making you hard?!”  

Kyle blushed, nodding sheepishly at his hardening organ.  “I can’t help it!  You’re the one doing it!”  

“The fuck I am!” Zack yelped, his face turning a similar shade when his own cock sprang to life in response to Kyle’s arousal.  “Goddamnit!  This is the last thing we need right now,” he muttered, looking at their equally hard cocks.  

“At least they still work,” Kyle said, giving his thick tool a tentative prod.  

Zack gasped and shivered, the sensation of his attached friend’s equipment hitting him harder than his own.  “That’s not funny, dude.”  

“Hey man, I’m not joking.” The dark-haired half of the conjoined hunk shrugged, eliciting a mirrored response from Zack’s side.  “I don’t know about you, but, if we’re actually stuck like this, figuring out how my dick works is a priority.”  

“Of course it is,” Zack relented.  He shook his head, trying not to think about Kyle’s head so close to his own as he reached down and wrapped a hand around his aching cock.  

“This…this is going to take some getting used to,” Kyle laughed, letting go and folding his free arm behind his head as Zack worked them both.  

“Hey, I’m not going to do all the work here,” the sandy-haired man said, watching his friend’s cock twitch and ooze in response to the stroking he gave his half.  

“Dude, don’t get uptight,” Kyle said, his eyes going wide when he slid the arm pinned under his other half down to give Zack’s ass a squeeze.  Like their eager organs, he felt the kneading as if he’d grabbed his own cheek.  “Fuck, man, is this how everything’s gonna be?”  He reached over and tweaked one of Zack’s nipples, shuddering when he felt the phantom pinching at his own chest.  

“Cu…cut it out…” the other man stammered, batting Kyle’s hand away.  

Kyle grinned and slipped his other arm out from under Zack, his hands sliding up to his chiseled pecs.  “Fine, I’ll just do it over here then.”  

“GGGNNHH…!”  Zack grunted and spasmed when a pair of unseen hands began tweaking his nipples.  He’d never been into that sort of thing, but now the rigid little nubs were like lightning rods.  

“Holy…shhhhiiiiittt…” Kyle groaned, overwhelmed by the sensations ripping through their joined frame.  He not only felt Zack working their lower half while he worked their upper; the sensations were magnified.  He didn’t just feel Zack’s hand stroking his cock, he felt the other man feeling it as well, heightening the impact as his brain rapidly tried to adjust to the new sensory input.  “What happens if….we both…do…it…” he gasped, letting go of a nipple to reach down and start stroking himself.  

The pair howled in unison, their jaws going slack as they groaned and writhed on the ground.  They quickly fell into rhythm, their dual stroking complementing each other’s technique and propelling their agonizing lust onward.  Before either of them fully realized they were doing it, their free hands were clutching their shared leg and roaming over the other’s body.  The sensations were so all encompassing that the two weren’t even aware when they switched and began stroking their friend’s cock instead of their own.  

“Oh…oh fuck dude…this is…this is incredible…” Zack whimpered, his eyes wide as he gawked at Kyle’s equally stunned face inches from his own.  

“I…I know…holy shit…how is this evmmphh…!”  The stuttering jock was cut off when his friend leaned over and pressed their lips together, the melded sensation making it feel as if their wrestling tongues were one.  As much as neither wanted to admit it given their horrifying circumstances, they’d never felt anything better.  “What…what the hell was that…” Zack stammered when Kyle finally pulled away.  

“What?  It’s not like it’s gay.  Look at us, man.  And who knew you were such a good kisser,” the dark-haired stud laughed, drunk on lust.  “Wait…does that mean ‘we’re’ a good kisser now?  I can’t tell who’s doing what to who,” he groaned, ending in a sharp, sudden gasp.  “Oh…oh fuck…dude I think we’re gonna cu…cuuuuhhhnnn…!”    

Zack leaned in for another kiss as the joined duo bucked and spasmed on the ground, nearly blacking out from the shattering intensity of their heightened release.  When the blissful haze cleared, the two found themselves with one of their hands around the other’s cock, pawing softly at their newly connected form.  “O…okay,” the sandy-haired man panted, his heart racing as the lust faded and the horror started creeping back in.  “Now we really need to get the fuck out of here.”  

“Agreed,” Kyle nodded, surprised at the ease with which they righted their awkward frame.  He’d expected to fumble and flail, but even as they staggered upright onto their three legs there was only a moment of imbalance before they began to compensate.  “Whoa…this is going to take…”

“…some serious getting used to,” Zack finished.  He blinked and shook his head.  Kyle’s phantom thoughts were brushing against his own, and he blushed when he realized his must be doing the same.  He watched his friend flush a similar shade, a tingle running through them.  

“I had fun too, stud,” Kyle grinned, feeling the full weight of Zack’s embarrassed longings.  “Look on the bright side…if we can’t find a way to fix this, we’ll have plenty of opportunities.”  

For just a moment, Zack wondered if that would be such a bad thing.  “Come on…let’s head back to the others.  I hope they’re not…like this.”  He pushed the confusingly lustful thoughts from their shared consciousness, his attention quickly focused on how different their joined frame felt as they took their first steps.  After a few stumbles they found that, as with their stroking, they naturally fell into rhythm.  Instead of constantly battling each other, their shared consciousness allowed them to anticipate and correct on the fly.  It wasn’t long before they were trekking through the woods, feeling no more awkward than they ever would have at stumbling naked through a strange, dark forest.  The shared sense of self brought up questions about their individual identities, and whether they were really one person or two, but neither of the young jocks were equipped to wrestle with something so huge in the moment.  All they wanted was to find their friends and get as far from the ruined church as possible.