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Andy ran down the corridor as fast as his sturdy legs would take him.  He didn’t know how long he’d been running, but given the way his chest heaved and his lungs burned he guessed it to have been a while.  The passageways were endless.  His frantic footfalls echoed off the cold stone floor, muffled only slightly by the ornate tapestries strung up along the winding halls.  Flickering sconces peppered the spaces in between, glowing with a sickly verdant illumination that didn’t look like flame.  The dancing light cast a surreal pallor over the strange setting, making Andy jump and start when the hideous sculptures seemed to come to life as he passed, their shadows in constant motion.

He had no idea where he was.  It looked like a castle, and while it certainly felt old, everything was fresh.  This was no abandoned ruin full of dust and decay he ran through, but a well-furnished, ornate palace.  Beyond the intricately embroidered tapestries were plush furniture, precision crafted pieces of woodwork, sculptures depicting creatures, and gleaming, gem-encrusted chalices.  And that was only what he saw lining the halls.  Though he passed countless doors during the course of his breathless racing he never stopped to open them, and he could only guess at the riches they contained.

That guessing always happened after he woke up.  In the midst of the dream his only thought was of escape.  He’d been having them for the past week, each one becoming more vivid than the last.  They’d started off as him waking with vague memories of running before steadily unfolding to include more details of the castle he was attempting to flee, until finally growing so lifelike that the terrified man couldn’t tell if he was dreaming or not.  Andy had yet to see how the dreams started, and he still didn’t know what he was running from.  He only knew that he couldn’t get caught.

It was that last thought that propelled him down passageways that would go from expansive to a dead-end without warning, causing him to tear around a corner, then another, then up a flight of stairs before going back down, until he was completely lost.  There were impossible forces at work, and he thought it odd how readily he accepted that knowledge.  The fact that magic was involved didn’t give him pause in the least, and it wasn’t just hazy dream logic, either.  In this world arcane forces were no more uncommon than a smartphone was in the one he knew.  It took a few of the dreams before Andy was able to recognize that he didn’t just roll with that information; he remembered it.

The realization was far from comforting.  As the dreams became more realistic, Andy’s sense that he was recalling an actual experience, not merely conjuring a nocturnal fantasy, grew stronger.  He told himself it was all impossible, that it was just the stress he’d been experiencing lately.  He didn’t believe in magic or past lives or dream symbolism or anything like that.  He was practical and grounded.  He worked for a financial firm and dealt with the concrete and the tangible, not ephemeral flights of fancy.  Even in his younger days he’d never had an overly active imagination, choosing instead to live in the world of the body instead of the mind.  He played sports and worked out and enjoyed physical sensations, not cerebral ones.

Which isn’t to say that he was unintelligent, just that he preferred his thinking to happen within set boundaries.  It’s how he excelled in his job.  Numbers didn’t change or behave in different ways depending on their mood.  He knew what to expect and how to make them work.  It was how he approached his life in general.  His workout routine and diet and macros were all just numbers that followed a set course.  If this, then that.  His friends called him boring and uptight; he called it success.  At twenty eight his athletic frame was in better shape than ever while guys like his roommate Brett were beginning to slip, and though Andy didn’t have the most engaging personality when it came to flirting with strangers, his body, coupled with his strong jaw, bright eyes, and short, chestnut hair, pulled focus before anyone else.  It wasn’t an overly exciting or flashy existence, but he was happy with it.

So to find himself racing through a magic castle night after night was as disorienting as the uncanny surroundings.  And he knew it truly was himself running through the castle.  On the few occasions that he’d passed a reflective surface and caught a glimpse, though his clothing was archaic and the features weren’t exactly the same as his current set, he had no doubt it was his mind inhabiting that body.  Combined with the sensation that he’d actually experienced this and was just remembering it, Andy began to wonder if he was at the beginning stages of a breakdown.

He’d been stressed for months before the dreams began without fully knowing why.  Nothing in his life had changed significantly, but he’d had a gnawing sense of dread that left him jumpy and on edge, like something big was coming or about to happen.  He’d increased the frequency and intensity of his workouts to try and burn off the anxious energy, and when that didn’t help he gave in to Brett’s suggestion and let his friend take him out for nights of comparatively wild abandon.  They’d known each other since college and the stocky, dark-haired man had always been the one to try and pull Andy out of his shell.  Brett was laidback and charming, able to make himself at home in any situation.  Andy had always been a little jealous of his friend’s ability to be so carefree, but try as he might, even back-to-back nights of drinking and random hookups couldn’t chip away at the pit in his stomach.  He’d always end up running.  Night after night, the same twisting maze with terror hot on his heels.

“There’s nowhere to go, thief.”

The unexpected voice almost sent Dream Andy sprawling.  It was a booming contradiction, somehow deafening and soft, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once.  The hallway shook from the volume, but at the same time Andy felt the words in his mind more than heard them with his ears.  The voice was smooth and feminine, yet stern.  Dream Andy could feel the amusement dripping from the sultry tone, which only added to his terror.  It was the first time he’d even heard another voice in the dreams.  Throughout the course of his wild loping he had yet to actually see another person, and this was no different as he looked back over his shoulder and found the corridor as empty as always.

“By all means, keep running.  I do so enjoy watching that impressive body in motion.  You know where you are...you know what you came to steal...why hide it?”

Dream Andy gasped when his clothes suddenly vanished.  He’d been wearing a mix of dark leathers and linen, but in a flash they were gone, leaving his naked frame trotting down the hall.  He stumbled as his bare feet now padded against the cold stone, his muscled frame breaking out in goosebumps.  The sensation of his exposed package flopping wildly brought a fresh wave of terror, mercifully jettisoning him back to the waking world.

“FUCK!”  Andy was upright in bed, his pecs heaving as beads of sweat trickled through the wiry dusting of hair.  His covers had been thrashed onto the other side of the room and even his fitted sheet had come loose, leaving the mattress as exposed as he was.  “This is getting real old,” he sighed as he swung his legs over and sat on the edge, rubbing the horror-stricken sleep from his face.  Until recently he never remembered his dreams at all, but he knew he’d be thinking about this last one for the rest of the day.  He could still feel the woman’s voice vibrating through him, and the cool air wafting over his naked flesh.  “If this is all just build up to some wild sex dream it better be fucking worth it,” he laughed to himself.

He stood and stretched, taking a reassuring look at the modern city outside his bedroom window before heading for the kitchen.  He shivered reflexively at the sensation of his bare feet on the smooth wooden floor of his apartment, immediately flashing back to the stone hallway.  He forced the memory down and focused instead on his need for coffee, hoping the familiar pour-over routine would pull his mind from the past and ground him in the here-and-now.  The strategy was more or less successful until a sleepy Brett stumbled into the kitchen at the sound of the grinder.

“‘Sup duuuuooohh...that’s a...that’s a new look,” the stocky man laughed.

Andy blushed when he looked down at himself.  Instead of the boxer briefs he’d worn for the entire duration of their decade-long friendship, the blushing brunette looked down at a pair of ridiculously revealing bikini briefs.  Even calling them underwear was a stretch as the stuffed garment was little more than a powder blue pouch in the front and a small patch of fabric in the back, with a thin elastic band connecting the two parts.  It rode low on Andy’s sculpted frame, accentuating the way his waist tapered in from his broad shoulders, while also highlighting his girthy endowment and ample bubble.  Both of those latter features were prominently displayed as the pouch bulged to capacity, the thin fabric outlining everything it contained in explicit detail, while the small patch in the back wedged between the muscular globes, not even beginning to cover them.

As strange a choice as it was for his conservative wardrobe, Andy had completely forgotten about the underwear.  He’d bought it, along with several other variations and styles, on his way home from the gym the previous afternoon.  His clothes had felt stuffy and constricting all day, especially the boxer briefs that had become like a second pair of pants clinging to his thighs.  He’d passed the small men’s boutique on his way to and from the gym for years, but in all that time he’d never actually stopped inside Chester’s because he knew it catered to the gay crowd.  Being openly ogled and sized up the way Brett and the other guys checked out women made him uncomfortable, and while he wasn’t homophobic, it wasn’t the sort of attention he normally sought out

Or at least it didn’t used to be.  Browsing through the racks of skimpy shorts and bright, tiny underwear, Andy felt a strange thrill at the way the burly employee eyed him from behind the counter.  He even caught himself browsing where the few other shoppers could see him, knowing full well their hungry stares were fixed squarely on the solid bubble filling out the back of his gym shorts, or the obvious bulge in the front.  It wasn’t until he’d paid and was back on the road that he realized he’d actually been flirting with Jake, the dark-skinned hunk at the register who’d graciously offered to help him try the purchases on if he’d wanted.  He’d declined in the store, but he’d stripped down and put them on as soon as he was back home, wearing them around the apartment all night.  He’d even gone so far as to throw away his existing underwear, but Brett had been out late and they hadn’t yet crossed paths.

Until now.  Andy grinned awkwardly and shifted his weight.  “Oh!  Uh, yeah, I just, uh, got ‘em yesterday, actually,” he stammered, his whole body flushing a deep red.  It only made the powder blue fabric pop even more against his crimson skin, drawing further attention to how little he wore.  Brett was clad in a pair of loose boxers like always, and a surprising wave of arousal pulsed through Andy as he looked at his friend’s stocky frame.  At one point the hirsute hunk had been every bit as chiseled as himself, but he’d thickened up over the years when he’d decided that having fun was more important than having abs.  He was still well muscled and fit, but his beefy frame had shifted from the “Jock” end of the spectrum and now rested closer to “Dad Bod.”  With his olive complexion and wide-jawed, masculine features the heavier build worked just as well for the shorter man, a fact that Andy was suddenly all too aware of.

Brett grinned at his friend’s obvious discomfort.  “Whatever, man.  If I still had a body like yours I’d rock a pair of ‘em too.  Don’t know if I could pull ‘em off now though,” he said, giving his firm, furry gut a light pat.  “About time you started showing off a little.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m...I’m not trying to…I think you’d still look good in ‘em.  “Andy finally fumbled the words out, his tongue fighting him the whole time.

“Aww, thanks sweety,” Brett cooed, giving his friend’s exposed ass a swat as he reached into the cabinet for a mug.  “Want to do mine too while you’re at it?”  He leaned back against the counter and folded his arms under his meaty chest, raising an eyebrow as he watched Andy circle the gooseneck kettle above their cups.  “Dude, you’re fire from the neck down in those little panties, but from the neck up you look like shit,” he laughed, seeing the large bags under his friend’s eyes.  “Everything okay?”

Andy shrugged.  “Didn’t sleep well.  More of those weird dreams.  They keep getting weirder, too.  This last one was…” he trailed off and shook his head as he handed Brett his mug, forcing a smile.  “Just glad we’re still working from home and I don’t have to drag my ass into the office.”

“Right?  I might not have Terra to creep on when I’m working from here, but if you’re going to start dressing like this I’ll at least have something that passes for eye candy again.  I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re hot, but it’s ‘work hot’, you know?”

“Fuck off.  Don’t make me call HR,” Andy laughed.  He sauntered over to his makeshift work station in the living room and booted up his computer, feeling his anxiety thaw as he sat and looked through the windows at the bustling, modern city outside.  He could feel Brett’s eyes on him the whole time, and after a few minutes he spun the chair around to find his friend giving him a puzzled look.

“You know I was kidding about the eye candy thing, right,” the shorter man said, his eyes dropping to the stuffed bulge wedged between Andy’s naked thighs.

“Oh!  Shit, I didn’t even…” the sculpted man shrugged again.  “Fuck it.  I don’t have a video conference til this afternoon.  Looks like it’s your lucky day,” he winked.

“Whatever works, I guess,” Brett said with an awkward laugh.  Like his scantily-clad friend he settled on the couch in his boxers, computer in his lap, and got started on his work day.  It wasn’t uncommon for one or both of them to hang around the apartment shirtless, and while they might pass briefly in their underwear, or less, they never lingered around each other in that state the way they did now.

Far from it being awkward, Andy felt better than he had in weeks.  There was still a pit of dread in his stomach, but it had shrunk from a blazing furnace to a smoldering ember.  He felt free and uninhibited, both literally and figuratively, as he basked in the sensation of the sunlight warming his exposed skin through the window.  He kept catching himself stealing glances at Brett, or shifting in his chair to catch his roommates reflection.  For whatever reason he couldn’t stop staring at the way the stocky stud’s thighs pressed together on the couch, or the cute way his hairy gut formed a platform for his heavy pecs to rest on.  At one point Andy realized he was hard, but even that didn’t bother him as much as it would have previously.  The tented underwear was obscured by the desk, though in the moment he doubted that he would have cared either way.  He was actually disappointed when Brett eventually got up and took a shower, returning to the living room fully clothed in a straining t-shirt and pair of shorts.  Andy was aware of the puzzled looks his friend kept giving him, but more than anything he was just happy that Brett was looking.  The usually-modest man knew the sensation was out of place, but he was so eager for anything that would numb the constant anxiety he’d been feeling that he didn’t stop to question it.

When it came time for his video conference later that day, Andy reluctantly forced himself into a straining polo that showed off his powerful arms and sculpted pecs.  Normally he buttoned it up, but he left it undone, showing off just a hint of muscled cleavage while wearing nothing but the tiny underwear from the waist down.  The knowledge of his hidden exposure during the meeting sent a fresh thrill running through him, making him hard all over again, and he had to fight the urge to “accidentally” get up and let his coworkers catch a glimpse.  He knew it would cost him his job, but that impulse to be seen suddenly felt more important than a steady paycheck.  He was able to bite down on it, barely, but as he shifted in his chair Brett finally saw the sizable tent he sported, his friend’s jaw dropping.

His friend pounced as soon as the meeting was over.  “Dude!  Okay, for real man, what is with you today?  I just watched you flash your tits and bone out through a work meeting.”  Brett’s tone was exasperated as Andy spun in his chair, giving the shorter man an unobstructed view of his tented briefs and the hairy orbs that spilled free from the gap.

“What?  It’s not like they could see,” Andy said, his expression more bashful than embarrassed.

“Yeah, but I can,” Brett laughed.  He hopped off the couch and started pacing, trying, and failing, not to look at his friend.  “I’d ask if you were just having a dry spell but I got you laid every night last week.  What the fuck?”

Andy hesitated.  He looked down at his straining polo and tented underwear, trying to use his friend’s confused tone to make a connection with what he knew to be true, that he shouldn’t be doing any of it.  He almost had it, could see for an instant how ridiculous he looked, but then he remembered a sultry tone asking him why he hid such an impressive physique and the circuit fizzled.  “I don’t know?  It feels good.  For the first time in like a month I haven’t been an anxious wreck all day.  Not until now when you started grilling me, anyway.  What’s the big deal?”  Andy grabbed the polo and slowly peeled it off, flexing his sculpted torso in the process.  He tossed it aside and stood, his tented briefs pointing at the other man.  “Does this make you uncomfortable?  You’re the one who used to jerk off with his door open.  And how many times did you get drunk and naked at parties?  Do I need to go get the pictures?”  Andy felt like he was running again.  He’d only taken a few steps towards his gawking friend but his heart raced and his ears were full of the same whooshing as when he hurtled down the hallways in his dreams.  He could practically see the emerald witch lights flickering in the apartment around them, and he heard the same sultry tone tingeing his own voice when he spoke.  “No.  I think the problem is that you like what you see a little too much.  But it’s okay.  To like it, I mean.”  Andy could feel Brett trembling when he reached out and put a few tentative fingers against the other man’s chest.  He walked them up to the collar of his friend’s t-shirt and pulled it down, letting the roaming digits brush through the hair underneath.  The shorter man’s face was flushed and his eyes were wide, but he didn’t pull away.  There was a part of Andy that was just as confused, but it was powerless against the new impulses surging through him.  Like when he’d bought the underwear the day before, it was a potent need that he could puzzle over but not deny.

“Du...dude...come on.  This...this isn’t funny,” Brett croaked, swallowing hard.

“Am I laughing?”  The brunette’s voice was a seductive purr as he slowly stroked a hand down his friend’s burly torso.  “Here’s what we’re going to do...you’re going to stand there while I take your clothes off.  And if you do a real good job, maybe I’ll let you do to me aaaalllllll those things I know you want to right now.”  Andy didn’t know where any of this was coming from.  That small, aware part of his brain grew more alarmed than ever, but even it marveled at the new filter through which he viewed the world.  It was like he’d suddenly developed a sixth sense as he gazed down at his friend.  He read the other man’s eyes and body language, his nose chemically decoding the pheromones wafting off his friend’s stocky frame like a cloud.  All of it told him that Brett was hyper aroused by the way Andy ordered him around.  He knew his friend was just as confused, but that did nothing to stem the tide of lust overwhelming the hairy hunk’s strapping frame.  “Arms up,’ Andy barked.

“I...I don’t...are we really…” Brett’s flustered stammering trailed off as he raised his brawny arms.  Andy let him stand with arms in the air for several long moments before grabbing the bottom of his friend’s shirt and slowly lifting it up.  His hands brushed along the other man’s beefy sides, pausing when he reached Brett’s pecs to thumb the solid nipples and give the plump mounds a rough squeeze.  The dark-haired hunk gasped but said nothing, his eyes growing more determined as the shirt was pulled free.  He started to lower his arms but Andy stopped them, instead forcing the shorter man to fold them behind his head.

The grinning brunette traced a finger from Brett’s navel and around the side of the firm muscle gut as he stepped behind.   “I wasn’t kidding earlier when I said you’d look good in these,” Andy whispered, prodding the back of Brett’s shorts with his tented underwear.  He reached around and gripped the other man’s pecs again, gently kneading them this time before letting his hands roam all over the front of his friend’s torso.  “I like you with a little meat on your bones.  All this hair?  Makes you look like a real man,” Andy said, laughing at Brett’s quiet whimper.  “Do you feel like one?”  He waited for a moment and then gave his friend’s nipple a hard squeeze, eliciting a loud yelp.  “I asked you a question.”

Brett nodded quickly, his voice shaking.  “Yes!”

“Good,” Andy said, his voice a husky moan as he reached down and kneaded his friend’s rigid cock through the fabric.  “Feels like you were right.”  He undid the fly and hooked his thumbs beneath Brett’s shorts and underwear, pushing both down in one quick motion.  “Looks like it, too,” he laughed as his friend’s wide, five-and-a-half inch cock sprung free.  Andy stepped back around front and licked his lips as he stared at his friend.  Naked and hard, arms flexed behind his head, Brett’s meaty frame was a portrait of masculinity, save for the wide-eyed desperation on his face.  Andy reached down and gave the other man’s aching rod a few tugs, surprised at how natural a cock other than his own felt against his palm.  It was like a resurfaced sense memory, the same as the ones he felt in his dream.  The musky aroma wafting off his friend, the warm, slick fluid oozing out of the bulbous head as he tugged, and the salty taste when he licked his palm clean all struck Andy as impossibly familiar.  He’d never even thought about doing any of it before, and yet he felt like he’d done it all.  And then some.  “Why don’t we find out once and for all how you’d look in these?  I know I’m curious.”  Andy slowly peeled out of the tiny briefs, batting his cock against the other man’s when it slapped free.  He had an extra two inches in length on his friend but wasn’t as wide, a fact he’d never stopped to think about until he somehow remembered how much he enjoyed the sensation of a wide beast like Brett’s stretching his jaw.  He didn’t stop to think about how he knew that, focusing instead on groping his friend’s thighs as he made the stocky beefcake step into the tiny underwear and pulled them up.  Given that they were tight on Andy’s lean frame they were ridiculously small on Brett’s, failing to even hint at covering his rigid pole and churning balls.  They didn’t even make an attempt at hiding the hairy cakes in back.  “Well?  Go on.  Give us a walk,” Andy said, motioning with his hand for Brett to turn and pace around the room.  The dark-haired man was beet red from head-to-toe as he complied and waddled awkwardly back and forth.  A steady stream of precum oozed from his bobbing club, and Andy didn’t need his new senses to know that his friend was ready to pop.  “I was right...you CAN pull them off,” Andy sighed, groping absently at one of his chiseled pecs.  After a few minutes of watching Brett strut around in the ill-fitting briefs he motioned for the other man to stop.  “Well, you were good, and a deal’s a deal.  So what is it you want to…”

Andy was cut off when Brett lunged forward, wrapping his arms around the taller man and mashing their lips together.  It wasn’t a romantic embrace but a display of frenzied hunger, his stubby hands sliding up and down Andy’s tapering back before finally latching onto the brunette’s muscled cheeks.  “I don’t...I don’t know what’s happening right now...but I’ve never been more turned on in my life…” Brett gasped between mouthfuls of Andy’s tongue.  “Fuck, man...you’re so...you’re drivin’ me wild,” he whined, wedging his wide cock between them and grinding it against Andy’s abs.

The sensation sent a pleasant tingle up the brunette Adonis’s spine.  There was something calming about the way Brett rolled his hips.  It didn’t feel entirely right, but it was a close second, the sensation cementing his suspicion that he’d done all of this before.  Like the existence of magic in his dreams, he knew without a shred of doubt that he’d been through similar experiences at some point.  Not with Brett, but with other men.  Countless other men.  And when a woman’s voice in his head told him that things weren’t yet as they should be, but they would be soon, Andy was torn between dread and excitement at the thought.

“Arms up,” he hissed again, forcing Brett’s tongue away from his neck.  The other man looked confused but did as he was told, letting out a loud groan when Andy dropped to his knees and swallowed his throbbing organ.  With his throat open and his face buried in his friend’s bush, Andy felt like he was disassociating.  The fastidious jock was losing all sense of who he was against the oncoming tides of muscle memory, reflex and desire.  Until a few hours ago he’d never had a gay thought in his life, and yet he was on his knees taking Brett’s fat log like he’d done it a thousand times before.  When he felt the other man tense he swallowed the copious explosion that followed with ease, not spilling a single drop while he savored each salty morsel.

“Oh fuck...oh fuck…” Brett panted as the kneeling hunk sucked him dry.  Andy loved the view of the other man’s handsome, slack-jawed face gazing down at him above his firm little gut and prominent pecs.  He drank it in before letting the softening hose fall from his lips and climbing to his feet.

“We’re not done yet,” he said, slipping a pair of fingers into the elastic of the too-small briefs his friend still wore and pulling him along to his bedroom.  Andy stretched out across the still-disheveled mattress, propping himself up on his side as he patted the spot next to him.  His stocky friend practically dove onto the bed, resuming their kiss from earlier in a more measured fashion.  Andy indulged him for a few minutes before pulling his head away again.  “I need you to use those pretty lips somewhere else while we wait for you to build up steam,” he said, his voice low and breathy.  Andy was still just as confused at how he spoke as he was at what he said, but he could no more stop the words than he could stop himself from rolling onto his stomach.  Brett immediately took the hint and draped himself over his friend, slowly working his mouth down the other man’s back.  Andy sighed, his dread turning into a cloud of butterflies in his stomach at the sensation of Brett’s furry bulk pressing down on him.  “MMMMmmmm…” he groaned, his fingers digging into the mattress when the other man’s stubble-covered cheeks scratched against his muscled globes.  Andy had never been rimmed before, nor had he done it himself, and yet he knew exactly what kind of ecstasy was in store when Brett’s tongue began pressing against his tight hole.

He also knew what was coming.  As much as he enjoyed his friend’s rooting tongue licking him clean, it was only a precursor to the real bliss.  The part of himself that was still the straight jock rejected the notion, but as soon as the other man was inside him even the old Andy couldn’t hold out against the muscle-melting euphoria.  There was a flash of intense pain as his virgin body caught up with the memories of his ample experience, but it only heightened the pleasure that followed.

Andy was like a man possessed.  He howled and bucked and whined and begged.  He pouted and moaned, grunted and screamed, twisted his face into a mask of erotic nirvana.  With his new perception he could feel how much it turned the other man on, though Brett’s constant, cracking moans were a solid indication on their own.  The two fucked for hours, and when they’d finally worn each other out and fallen asleep in a sweaty heap, Andy was both relieved and horrified to find himself no longer running.

Instead of fleeing down endless hallways, he stood frozen in the center of what looked like a plush harem.  Sheer, draping curtains hung all around him and the floor was lined in large cushions, each one adorned with a naked man smiling lustily at him.  He was still naked and hard himself, but it was the lithe, gorgeous woman in front of him that held his attention.  She was as naked as the rest, her deep caramel skin glistening in the dim light.  The ivory hair that flowed past her knees glowed as if bioluminescent, and when she spoke it was with the same velvet thunder that had shaken the halls.

“No more running, thief,” she said, her luscious lips curling into a gentle smile.  It stood in stark contrast to the golden eyes that blazed like small suns from her narrow face.  She motioned to the lounging men around them, tilting her head slightly.  “You could have come to me as a supplicant.  I’m not a greedy or unmerciful goddess.  If you wanted this, all you had to do was pray,” she said, holding up the small crystal statue of her likeness.

Dream Andy knew what it was.  He’d been hired to break into the temple of Marai and steal the holy relic, supposedly formed from the crystalized tears of the goddess herself.  Given that she was a patron of lust and beauty, not war or vengeance, Dream Andy had expected it to be a simple grab-and-go.  The Gods didn’t pay much attention to the mortal realm, or at least they hadn’t when he’d broken into countless other temples to plunder their riches for his clients in the past.  Clearly though, Marai was more attentive than most.  Dream Andy cursed himself for his carelessness, suddenly regretting that he’d spent his life seeking adventure instead of settling down in a safe, boring job.

Marai continued.  “But you didn’t pray to me, did you?  You didn’t even ask.  You barged in here, just another man taking what he wants from a woman, with no regard or respect for her at all.”  There was a chorus of chiding from the naked men on the cushions before she spoke again.  “It’s only fair that we set things right.  You’ve taken much over the years, haven’t you?  But what if you gave instead?  What if you basked in the thrill that came with giving of yourself to your fellow man instead of simply stealing?  You might find it a rewarding experience.”  Dream Andy’s eyes went wide as she reached out and held the statue against his chest, but she smiled and shook her head.  “This isn’t a punishment, it’s a rebirth.  From now on you bear my mark and my blessing...one of my chosen vessels.  Men will find you nearly as irresistible as they do me, and as your penance you’ll give to them that which they desire more than anything.”

Dream Andy struggled against the invisible bonds when the statue began to melt like ice, the clear liquid seeping into his skin.  It was followed by a whole-body tingle that made his knees weak.  If his cock wasn’t already aching it would have shot to attention as the vibrations zeroed in on it, but as the pressure grew his body had an unexpected reaction.  Instead of erupting, the aching organ seemed to shrink and dwindle.  It rapidly withered from a thick club, to an average pole, then to a tiny nub, before sucking inward, taking his equally tiny balls with it.  Dream Andy gave a deep grunt, his eyes blurring.  The men on the cushions around him suddenly stood out in stark relief against the surroundings, and he could actually see the desire radiating off their various bodies.  He felt himself return it in kind.  It didn’t matter what they looked like.  Tall, short, fit, heavy, thin; he wanted to be wanted by all of them.  His muscled chest was heaving by the time he turned his attention back to himself and saw the familiar, feminine slit throbbing where his hefty equipment should have been.  He wanted to be horrified, but as he gazed at the radiant men around him and the stunning figure in front of him, all he felt was gratitude.

“The touch of a goddess is no minor thing,” Marai said, stroking Dream Andy’s head.  “You will bear it always.  In this life and those that follow, through all the ages to come.  You may stray for a while, but we will never be apart for long.  Will we, Andy?”

“Guh!”  Andy jolted awake as she locked eyes with him, but instead of bolting upright he lay with one of Brett’s arms thrown over him, feeling none of the terror he normally did upon waking from one of the dreams.  His friend’s breath was warm on his neck, the furry slab of the other man’s chest comforting as it nestled against him.  At his back, he could feel Brett’s rigid cock wedged between them while their legs tangled together, but already he could tell that something was missing.  When he shifted his weight there was an unfamiliar absence, and he knew without looking what he’d find.

Andy’s only reaction was a quiet gasp when he finally lowered his eyes.  His shredded physique was unchanged, save for the incongruent orifice where his own rigid girder should have been.  He’d always been proud of his superior endowment and how he’d put it to use, but as he stared at the newly acquired opening he realized that the dread was finally gone.  It didn’t feel wrong, it felt blissfully right.  In an instant he’d gone from an anxious mess to someone with an unshakeable purpose.  The part of him that was still Andy had a thousand questions and tried to muster at least a shred of terror, but quickly gave up.  He’d been through this before.  He’d be fine.  His life hadn’t been knocked off the rails; it was finally back on track.  In that moment Andy knew he may not remember all of the details, but he knew he’d long since stopped serving penance in exchange for willing devotion, and he wasn’t going to fret over the loss of a single cock when he now had so many to choose from.

He also knew where he’d start.  He gently slipped out from under Brett’s arm and rolled his friend onto his back.  With the same ease of motion he’d experienced when they first began fooling around, he slid over and straddled his slumbering friend, slipping the wide organ inside.  This time there was no pain, only a soul-satisfying rush of warmth that lit up every dormant pleasure center in his brain.  He clutched his prominent pecs and began rocking his hips, unable to hold back the quiet whimpers as he watched Brett’s cock slide in deep.

“Mmmm...well good morning to...you...too…” Andy looked up to see a sleepy Brett blinking at him with groggy eyes.  His friend kept looking at the thick shaft plunged deep into his tight new entryway and up at him, a confused look on his face.

“Sorry to wake you, dude,” Andy said, once again sounding more like his regular self.  Now that his previous lives were once again meshed he could turn on the voice of Marai as he had the previous afternoon if he needed, but the situation no longer called for it.  “Couldn’t help myself,” Andy grinned, reaching down to massage Brett’s pecs as he continued to writhe.

“I’m, uh, not complaining,” the furry hunk said with an awkward laugh.  “I just...is that a...do you have a pussSSUUUHH…” he broke off in a groan when a wave of pleasure tore through him, his hands shooting out to clutch Andy’s sturdy thighs.

“Do I what?”  Andy grinned and swiveled his hips, causing Brett’s back to arch up off the bed.

“Not...not important,” Brett gasped, starting to rock in time with his friend’s bouncing as the shock wore off.  Andy knew the reactions he’d encounter would vary, especially from the guys he’d been friends with for years, but he didn’t fear the reveal; he couldn’t wait for it.  More specifically he couldn’t wait for what would inevitably follow, but there would be time enough for the others later.

For now, it was Brett’s desires that mattered.  Sensing what his friend wanted, he bent down and pressed their lips together as he shifted, letting his stocky friend take over on top.  The dark-haired stud once again rolled his hips against Andy’s abdomen the way he had the day before, only this time everything felt exactly as it should.