The Order (Patreon)

Gabriel absently fondled the pendant while staring at his reflection.  The ovular, silver dollar-sized talisman was all he currently wore, the tarnished brass blending in with the dark forest of hair on his plump pecs that worked hard to conceal it.  At a quick glance the engraved metal appeared to depict a sitting bear, though upon closer inspection the similarities didn’t quite hold up.  The figure was squat and broad and covered in hair, and while it certainly displayed ursine qualities with its muzzle and claws, the overall texture was wrong.  The hairy exterior was peppered with bare, scaly patches, and the curling lines that looked like mere background motifs were actually the thing’s many-pronged, tentacle-like tail.  It was a crude depiction overall, but the rendering was detailed enough to serve as a constant reminder for Gabriel of his patron’s presence.

As if his changing body wasn’t enough.  Gabriel had only been attending the meetings for a few months, and already he’d packed on more bulk than at any other point during the preceding twenty five years he’d spent on the planet so far.  He’d always been a regular at the university fitness center, maintaining a fit, muscular frame, but since joining the Order his body had seemingly been kicked into overdrive.  Now he piled on mass without effort, his time in the gym supplemented by supernatural support from another reality altogether.  And size wasn’t all he gained.  Until recently, Gabriel’s athletically thick build had been covered by what most would consider to be an average amount of hair.  The curly, coffee-colored strands coated his forearms and thighs, with a wiry dusting that spread across his chest and spilled down the center of his firm stomach, while a trimmed beard and matching mustache coated his boyish face.  His hair was a thick, similarly-hued mane that flowed from his scalp in a shaggy, shoulder-length mop, leaving the young man with an easily manscaped air of masculinity.

Now, that “air” had turned into a gale.  Like his budding bulk, Gabriel’s expanding body had blossomed with a thickening, chocolate carpet that grew in density by the day.  What had been a  wiry coating on his pecs was now a thick, curly pelt that crept up to his broad shoulders, and the line of hair that ran down the center of his stomach now spread out in all directions.  The bare patches that previously existed at the tops of his arms and thighs had since been connected to the rest of the hairy landmass, with only the center of Gabriel’s back remaining until the Pangaea of fur was complete.

But it wasn’t just his thickening hair and body that increasingly set the young man apart from his peers.  There were plenty of big, hairy guys on campus, but none of them carried themselves the way Gabriel had started to.  They didn’t have his swagger or his casual confidence, nor did they have the same effect on those around them.  Up until now Gabriel had always been a friendly, if mild-mannered and modest young man, a well-behaved child who’d become a well-behaved adult.  He didn’t make waves or demands, and was generally seen as level-headed, a far cry from the gruff, unpolished hulk he was becoming.  The increasingly brawny young man hadn’t become mean or cruel, but there was a growing, rougher edge to his personality.  His formerly good-humored voice came out more and more in short, demanding barks.  “Intimidating” had never been a word used to describe him, but Gabriel wasn’t leaving people with much choice at the moment.

It was those personality changes more than anything else that had alarmed his friends.  An altered appearance was one thing, but Gabriel had been seeing less and less of his former social group since joining the Order.  Now he spent the bulk of his free time at the Temple with the other members instead of at the bar or playing video games with his buddies, and that isolation, coupled with those roughened edges, had alarmed the others to the point where his friend Noah had begun sniffing around.

It didn’t surprise Gabriel in the least that the wiry blonde was the one to come forward and voice his concerns. He and Noah had been friends for over a decade, and if anyone would find his changing persona jarring, of course it would be the athletic pretty-boy.  They were opposite sides of the same coin, with Noah’s shredded, soccer-player build contrasting Gabriel’s beefier bulk.  While the brunette had long focused on adding gains even before discovering the Order, the trim blonde kept himself lean and nimble.  Gabriel had always given his hairless friend a hard time for his naturally smooth, tanned skin, and now more than ever he couldn’t help but think of the pretty-boy jock as just that: a boy.  He’d previously viewed his sculpted friend’s defined, muscular build as impressive, though he’d often mocked Noah’s plump, perky rear, but now it just seemed small and weak by comparison.  Gabriel could change all that.  It was why he’d finally agreed to sit down with his friend for what Noah undoubtedly saw as an intervention.

The blonde jock had been pestering him for the last week, to the point where he’d threatened to show up at one of his friend’s classes and make a scene if the other man didn’t agree to meet with him.  Though misplaced, Gabriel was touched by Noah’s dedicated concern, cementing his decision to bring the other man into the Order.  He was already supposed to find an acolyte since his own initiation had been completed and his transformation begun, but more than anything else he wanted his friend to feel what he felt.  It wasn’t just a sacred duty - if he was going to share his cosmic bliss with someone, he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather do that with than Noah.

Especially now.  With the other man’s tight body and chiseled, All-American features, Gabriel had always known that his friend was attractive on a logical level.  But he’d never felt it firsthand.  Even viewing the blonde’s wiry frame as somewhat puny against his own burgeoning bulk, the hairy beefcake still felt a thrill whenever he thought about him.  Gabriel had known all along that this aspect, his attraction to men and his subsequent effect on them, would be part of his transition; he’d just never stopped to think about exactly what that meant until recently.  At first he’d been focused only on his changing body, but as the weeks progressed his desires had grown.

Fortunately, his brothers in the Order had been there to guide him through his first experiences, showing him all of the previously unknown pleasures his new body was capable of.  Gabriel thought he’d be more embarrassed fooling around with other men, at the thought of having someone else’s dick either in his mouth or in his ass, but all he felt was joy.  The sensation of a strong, hairy body looming over him, of letting a big, burly brute take control, of submitting, had been a kind of ecstasy he’d never felt before.  Being stripped down in front of everyone and taken on the altar, his desires laid bare for all to see, was an experience that opened doors in both his body and his mind.  He’d become connected to his brothers, and their Patron, on a fundamental level, his growing bulk a result of the gifts they’d given him while his consciousness expanded with each encounter.  Gabriel viewed the world from an entirely new perspective, able to perceive the ethereal threads weaving together the illusion called reality.  With enough time and practice he’d be able to pluck those threads like others in the Order, but for now he could simply strum them like the strings of a guitar.  The potent, masculine musk that wafted off his expanding frame served to loosen the knots and make them malleable, though at the moment that simply manifested as an increased arousal, and a desire to please, in the men around him.  It was the easiest skill to master and where most new initiates to the Order started, serving as the foundational tool that allowed them to bend the rules of society and pass unhindered.

Noah would be Gabriel’s first real test.  He’d decided against taking it easy on his friend, opting instead to throw the blonde jock right into the deep end.  In this case, the “deep end” meant pulling on nothing but a stuffed, crimson jockstrap and leaving the rest of his furry new frame on display.  He wanted Noah to see it all, to get a full view of what lay in store, and he wanted to see firsthand how his unfiltered presence impacted those around him.

Gabriel didn’t have to wait long.  As soon as he’d slipped into the jock and given himself one last look in the mirror there was a knock at the door.  He purposely strode across the small apartment with slow, heavy footfalls, letting Noah hear his size before he saw it.

The handsome blonde’s eyes went wide as the door opened, his jaw dropping.  “Jesus, dude!  What the fuck?!” he yelped, looking the furry hulk up and down.  His face went crimson, then pale, before settling somewhere in the middle as a flushed pink at the sight.

“‘Sup,” Gabriel grunted.  He stood in the open doorway and let his friend gawk, not caring in the least about the few people who passed by in the hallway.  “You gonna come in?  Or do you just want to stare at me from out there?”  Gabriel stayed in place after he asked, forcing Noah to brush against his firm, furry flesh as the smaller man turned sideways and pushed his way past.

There was a moment of silence as the blushing blonde looked back and forth between them, noting his own outfit of mesh gym shorts and t-shirt against the other man’s bare bulk.  He’d expected Gabriel to be dressed like himself, it had always been his friend’s standard wardrobe, but even though he was entirely confused and embarrassed he couldn’t look away.  “So is it drugs, then?  I guess I’ll just come right out and ask.  Thought we’d have to do a whole thing before we got into this conversation, but here we are,” he finally said, shaking his head.

Gabriel grinned as he turned to face his friend and flexed a brawny arm, using his free hand to give his furry muscle gut a loud slap.  “Nah.  This is all natural,” he barked, his hand sliding slowly up through the chocolate pelt to squeeze one of his plump pecs.

“The hell it is,” Noah spat, staring at his friend’s groped pec for a moment too long before tearing his eyes away.  “Dude…you’re huge!  I mean, a part of me’s actually a little jealous at how big you got this quick, but come on.”  He gestured to Gabriel’s exposed body, purposely keeping himself from looking down at the heaping, crimson bulge.  “Look at yourself!  People are starting to talk, man.”

The beefy brunette shrugged.  “So?  Let ‘em talk.  Fuck should I care?”

“Because they’re worried about you!  I’M worried about you,” Noah sighed.  “This is a lot, bro.  I never see you anymore, and on the rare occasion that I do, I don’t even recognize you.  Literally!  Who is this person?!  I’m here for the confidence, man, believe me.  I always thought you should be a little more assertive…but this feels like it’s maybe taking things too far.”

Gabriel’s grin softened.  “It’s the same me in here,” he said, gesturing down at himself.  “Minus all the bullshit.”

“That!  That right there.  What does that even mean,” Noah asked, gradually losing the battle to keep his eyes locked with his friend’s.  They kept drifting down, lingering on the furry shelf that had sprouted at the other man’s chest.  “Also, could you please put something on?  This is weird.”

“No,” was all Gabriel said, spreading his thickened arms wide.  “Since when does a dude in his underwear freak you out?  Half the time you’re the one running around without any fuckin’ clothes on.”

“Yeah, and you never did, so you’re just making my point for me,” Noah stammered, the other man’s presence hitting him like a physical object.  The longer he was in Gabriel’s apartment the more he noticed his friend’s smell, a potent, musky body odor that combined with a stale cigar stench to make his head swim.

“Better late than never,” the hairy hunk rumbled.  His eyes locked with Noah’s, Gabriel slowly pulled the jockstrap down, his girthy new equipment spilling free and wagging as he stepped out of the skimpy garment.  “Here,” he laughed, using the elastic waist to slingshot the discarded underwear at his friend’s exasperated expression.

Noah was so focused on the fat log and churning orbs that he didn’t even try to dodge the musky underwear as it bounced off his face.  He knew he was openly gawking at another man’s package, but he couldn’t look away. “O…okay…THAT I’m jealous of,” he sputtered, laughing awkwardly as he tried to make it seem like a joke.

Gabriel let him stare.  “Did you just come over here to yell at me, or can we have an actual conversation?”

The smaller man sighed, his deceptively broad shoulders slumping.  “I’m just worried, man.  That’s all.  I thought we were bros, but then you up and disappeared on me and started turning into…this guy,” he said, motioning to the naked hulk.  “What is going on?  Who are these people you’ve been hanging around with?  Where’d my friend go?”

Gabriel stepped forward and clapped Noah on the back, the action and the proximity both emphasizing the new size difference between them.  “I didn’t go anywhere,” he said, his large hand lingering.  “But I do probably owe you an explanation.  It WAS kinda shitty of me to just up and ghost like that for a while.  I’m just…figuring some things out.”

“And you should let your friends help you do that,” Noah said, a confusing rush of nerves making his heart race.  “Your real ones, not these new ones.  Who the fuck are these guys?  Why don’t we start there?”

“Sure…but it’ll cost ya,” Gabriel grunted, the hand on Noah’s back slipping down to grab the bottom of his friend’s shirt.  He lifted it up and bunched it at the other man’s shoulders, eliciting a surprised gasp.

“Hey!  What the hell,” Noah laughed, looking confused.  He blushed a deeper shade when Gabriel simply raised an expectant eyebrow.  “Wait…are you serious?  Really?”

“Do you want to know or not,” the big man asked, his tone flat.  He walked over to a side table, giving Noah a glimpse of his shifting, furry globes, and grabbed a fresh cigar.  It stayed unlit, but its presence seemed to jar the smaller blonde into action.

“Fine…let’s make this even weirder,” Noah grumbled, peeling out of the shirt.  His smooth, tanned skin and ripped washboard were a sharp contrast to his thickened friend, and the smooth jock felt an unaccustomed swell of insecurity under Gabriel’s piercing gaze.  “Alright…out with it.  Did you join a fucking cult?”

The hairy hunk gave a loud laugh as he dropped down into a nearby chair.  “It’s not a cult.  It’s more like a…fraternity?  There’s not really one person in charge or anything like that.  It’s just a group of guys with similar goals.”

“And those are…” Noah asked, taking up a seat on the end of the couch.  His bare stomach fluttered unexpectedly at the sight of his friend’s naked bulk making the chair look small.

“You’re lookin’ at ‘em,” Gabriel grunted proudly, folding his piston arms behind his head for emphasis.

The wiry blonde didn’t understand.  “So you just, like, what?  Work out?  That doesn’t explain how you got so big.  Or hairy.  Or where the fuck that piece came from,” he said, blushing when he realized just how hard he was staring at his friend’s cock.  “And since when do you fuck with cigars?”

Gabriel eyed Noah back for a moment before responding.  “We don’t work out.  At least not all the time.  We…I know how this is going to sound…worship together.”  He shook his head and held up a hand when Noah went to speak.  “You asked where all this came from.  It’s not drugs or steroids or anything like that.  It’s a gift.  It’s what we worship.  I didn’t ‘join’ the Order…I was called to it.”

“Literally none of that made sense.  You know that, right?”  Noah blinked and shook his head, fighting to keep himself on track.  “You’re actually saying this is all magic or something?”

Gabriel grinned around the cigar.  “I told you it was all natural. Supernatural, maybe, but that’s still technically natural.”

Noah didn’t know how to respond.  He let out a surprised laugh, and then another when he saw that his friend was serious.  “Uh-uh.  No way.  I’m not about to…”

“How else do you explain it,” Gabriel interrupted.  “You said it yourself…even with ‘roids there’s no way I’d get this big this fast.  Or grow all this,” he said, grabbing a tuft of chest hair before reaching down to gasp his mammoth package.  “Or all this.”

The blonde swallowed hard.  Instead of Gabriel’s cock, he kept looking at the way his friend’s lips curled around the thick cigar, the sight sending a strange thrill through him.  “So how did you get called?  And by what?”

Gabriel shrugged and settled back in the chair, giving his meaty thighs a pump in the process.  “Dreams, at first.  I kept having what I thought were nightmares…where I was being chased by this big hairy thing.  Little did I know…” he trailed off, fingering the amulet again.  “Then the other members of the Order started showing up in the dreams, and then one night I saw a building that I actually recognized from real life.  The next morning I went to check it out, and one thing just led to another.”

“And this big scary thing that chased you in your dream…that’s what you worship?”  Noah didn’t catch the way his tone had gone from incredulous to curious, his attention far more focused on the way his friend reached up and stroked his beard.  The once-trimmed facial hair looked lush and full and soft, and it wasn’t until Gabriel spoke again that the flustered jock realized he’d been imagining how it would feel against his bare torso.

“Gotta pay for that one,” the brawny bear barked.  “Lose the shorts.”

It wasn’t a question.  Gabriel hadn’t asked Noah if he wanted to pay, yet the lean blonde found himself awkwardly climbing to his feet and tugging his shorts down.  He’d been planning on ditching his socks next, but at the moment he couldn’t even think of arguing.  Instead, he looked down at the bulge he normally found so impressive, thinking that it, and the bright boxer-briefs that housed it, looked ridiculous and juvenile.  He knew that Gabriel was also looking, that his friend was eyeing him the way he’d been eyeing the naked brick wall of muscle, a thought that made his cock twitch noticeably.  He was embarrassed and confused, but the idea that such a raw model of masculinity like the one Gabriel was becoming could find him attractive filled him with pride.  “So this thing…” he continued, dropping back down onto the couch.  “It’s…what?  A god?”

Gabriel cocked his head to the side, not trying to hide the hunger in his eyes.  “More like a force.  Our frail human minds just shape it into something recognizable so we can process it at all.  But it’s so much bigger than a God.  It’s a whole Universe…a separate reality that we can tap into.  I mean…I can’t.  Not yet…but soon.  Some of the other brothers can, though.  And it’s incredible.  All this,” he said, giving his pelt another lingering stroke, “is just one of the manifestations.  But the true potential…” he sighed, his eyes drooping shut.

Noah felt himself trembling, not from fear, but from a confusing, growing excitement.  “But…WHY were you called?  Why YOU, specifically?”

Gabriel rolled the cigar between his lips.  “Not my place to ask,” he grunted.  “Like I was gonna turn it down once I saw what it was?  Would you?”

Noah squirmed when his friend’s eyes landed on him again.  He knew the question wasn’t rhetorical; he just didn’t know how to answer.  “I wasn’t called, so I guess it doesn’t matter,” he finally offered.

Gabriel leaned forward in the chair, his already-deepened tone dropping.  “What if you could be?”

“What?!  You mean I could…join?”  Noah’s stomach erupted in flutters when Gabriel came closer, fighting the sudden urge to throw himself at the other man.  “How would that even…would I end up like you?”

Gabriel’s expression was sympathetic as he shook his head.  “You’re not gettin’ that one for free either.  Take ‘em off.”

Noah was on his feet before he even realized he was going along with things.  His hands shook as he grabbed the waist of his boxer-briefs and tugged them down, his thick six-inches already starting to swell.  “Hey!  What’re youuuoOOOH!”  Before he could resume his seat on the couch, Gabriel’s meaty paw shot out and clutched his ample rear, giving one of the plump cheeks a squeeze as he was roughly pulled over onto his friend’s lap.  “What…what’re we doing…” he asked, his head spinning from the overwhelming sensations.  Gabriel’s musk was even more potent up close, and the contrast between his friend’s soft, silky carpet and the firm muscle underneath made him squirm.  His cock had gone rigid in an instant as he settled sideways across his friend’s meaty thighs, instinctively throwing an arm around the hairy slab of a man as he was held close.

“Would you want to?  End up like me, I mean,” Gabriel asked after a moment.  One hand stroked along Noah’s trim, tapering side while the other brushed through the wiry golden fur on the smaller man’s muscled calf.

“I…I have no idea…” Noah sputtered, his whole body going crimson.  He was embarrassed at the way he sat naked and hard on his friend’s lap, but it wasn’t a crushing humiliation, more like an excited vulnerability.  The experienced stud felt small and weak and out of control in a way he wasn’t used to, the athletic body he’d worked so hard to build now seeming like a joke when compared to the force of nature he nestled against.  “I don’t…I don’t think I could even if I tried,” he stammered, one hand hovering just above Gabriel’s prominent pecs while the fingers of the other danced along his friend’s hairy shoulder from behind.

“Not with that attitude,” the beefy brunette rumbled, his voice a low pur.  He reached up and took the cigar from his mouth, wedging it between Noah’s stunned lips with an approving nod.  “You’d be a natural.”  Noah whimpered.  He’d never imagined his mousy friend being so strong and in charge, and he’d never imagined that it would turn him on the way it did.  He started sucking on the cigar in his mouth, relishing the knowledge that the damp stump had just been on the receiving end of his friend’s tongue.  The realization brought an unexpected swell of envy that made his cock throb when his friend’s deep voice rumbled against him again.  “Maybe I spoke too soon…you don’t really suck on ‘em like that,” Gabriel laughed, pulling the cigar free.

Noah couldn’t stop himself.  The cigar in his mouth had kicked open a door that he was barely aware of, let alone one he could shut, and almost before he knew it he was burying his face against Gabriel’s forested pecs.  He let out a long, low sigh at the sensation of his friend’s silky carpet against his razor cheeks, his tongue tentatively flicking against the warm skin underneath.  That tongue eventually found its way over to Gabriel’s musky armpit, and while Noah was dimly aware that he’d begun eagerly lapping at the sweaty, hairy crevice, he had no desire to stop.  He’d never smelled, felt or tasted anything so good, regardless of the source.

None of his actions made sense, he knew that, but he also knew that it didn’t matter.  Not with Gabriel.  His friend was letting him explore, not pushing him in the slightest as he whimpered and moaned and clutched at the big man’s furry bulk like his life depended on it.  All Gabriel did was gently stroke his back and thigh, giving him access to whatever part of his hirsute frame Noah desired.  Even when the blonde felt his friend’s club of a cock go hard against his thigh, the burly bear made no move to speed things along. “This is…this is wild…” Noah gasped when he came up for air from Gabriel’s pit.  He blinked in a daze, absently licking his lips when he looked down and saw the bulbous pillar pointing up at him.

“You can touch it,” the bigger man grunted, tousling his friend’s hair.  “It’s not gonna bite.”

Noah blushed again when he reached down and began tugging on the monolithic organ, easily four inches larger than his own.  He was surprised by how much he enjoyed the sensation of the warm, pulsing organ in his hand, how oddly secure it made him feel. He’d never had another man’s hard cock in his hands in his life, and he was caught off guard by how different it felt than his own.  The heft, the shape, the length; Noah was hit with a wave of dizziness when he realized just how much he wanted to experience those differences up close.  “I don’t really know what I’m doing,” he finally said, breathless and awkward.  Normally the charming blonde felt self assured and confident in his abilities once his clothes came off, but now he felt the way he must have looked; small and nervous.

“You’re doin’ great,” Gabriel rumbled, reaching down to give his friend’s smaller cock a few rough tugs.  “Only one way to learn, right?”

It wasn’t a command, but as far as Noah was concerned it might as well have been.  It seemed like Gabriel’s deep, calm voice ignited desires the wiry jock hadn’t even been aware of every time his furry friend spoke.  He shifted off the bigger man’s lap and slid to his knees in front of the chair, kneading the furry thighs that framed his face when he leaned in and began licking.

As soon as his tongue made contact, Noah knew any lingering resistance was a lost cause.  He’d come over to Gabriel’s apartment to try and talk some sense into his friend, but in the end it was his mind that had been changed.  If the other members of the Order could make the inflated hunk feel the way Noah currently felt, the lapping blonde understood why Gabriel would so willingly spend his time with them.  He still didn’t understand any of the stuff his friend had said about other realities and worshiping, nor did he understand how any of that made such dramatic physical changes possible, but he was eager to find out.

Because of his naturally slender build, Noah had never given much thought to bulking up.  He was toned and defined, and while he tried to keep a good heft to his arms and a prominence to his pecs to balance out his plump bottom, any significant gains had always seemed like more effort than they’d be worth.  But now, as he swallowed as much of Gabriel’s fat cock as he could, he began to imagine what it would be like.  He pictured himself inflating like his friend, wondering if the process would be a gradual one or if it would happen all at once.  Would his washboard abs disappear and grow into a hairy potbelly while the rest of him slowly caught up?  Would his chiseled pecs swell into a juicy shelf like Gabriel’s?  Would his ass still look as oversized on his new body, and if so, just how big would his fattened cakes actually be?

Noah moaned around his friend’s cock as he thought about how it would feel for all that meat and hair to be rubbing against itself, and how even when he’d be fully clothed there’d be nothing left of his inflated body to the imagination.  He started to understand Gabriel’s new wardrobe, and why his friend had been strutting around in short denim cutoffs and draping muscle shirts that were little more than scraps of fabric.  When it was his own turn, if his golden pelt was going to be tufting through sleeves and neck openings anyway, why bother to conceal it?  If his chunky thighs and oversized package were going to be splitting pants at the seams, why mess with them at all?  If he was lucky enough to be gifted with a body as powerful and magnificent as the one Gabriel was growing, why would he ever want to do anything other than show that off?

It wasn’t something to be embarrassed about or a behavior that needed fixed; it was perfectly natural.  Of course his friend’s attitude had changed.  Gabriel hadn’t become gruff or rude; he’d become confident.  He didn’t need to prattle on when his body and mere musky presence could do the talking for him.  And just like his own sudden, overwhelming attraction for Gabriel, Noah knew that guys would respond the same way to him when he was a blonde, bearded beefcake.  And he couldn’t wait.  There was a part of him that wondered at how readily he jettisoned the idea of being with women, but with a body like the one his friend promised it just felt wrong.  Even his own athletic frame seemed dangerously underpowered compared to that of his friend, and Noah hated that Gabriel couldn’t cut loose the way he undoubtedly wanted to.

“Am I…is this okay,” Noah asked, his body on fire as he came up for air.

“Fuckin’ great,” Gabriel sighed.  Since this was his first time with someone outside of the Order the beefy brunette hadn’t known what to expect, and he was surprised at how ambiguous it all was.  Did he really have an effect on his friend, or is this something that Noah wanted all along?  And did it even matter?  He’d have to experiment more to be sure, but at the moment he was simply glad his friend was along for the ride.  “What about you?  How we doin’?”

“Fuckin’ great,” Noah echoed with a grin.  He pumped Gabriel’s spit-slick pole with both hands, basking in the novelty of his excited vulnerability.  “Is it weird that I want you to fuck me?”

Gabriel tossed his head back with a loud laugh. “Be weirder if you didn’t.  But I don’t think you’re there yet,” he said, batting his cock against Noah’s face.  “Gotta beef you up a bit first.  Still…” Without warning he lurched to his feet, grabbed the kneeling blonde under his arms, and literally tossed him back onto the couch.  Before Noah could get his bearings Gabriel was next to him, a pair of his friend’s stubby fingers stuck in his mouth.  “Suck on those.  Get ‘em good and slick.”

The blonde did as he was told, his heart racing as he nursed on the powerful digits.  He knew what was coming even before Gabriel hoisted his legs into the air, and he tried to relax as commanded when they pressed against his virgin hole.  “Whaaa…whoaaa…whoa…oh…oh fuck…oh fuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned, his back arching at the foreign sensation.  There was pain at first, but it was quickly replaced by bright bolts of ecstasy as Gabriel found his target.  Noah loved the soft tickling of his friend’s furry bulk on the underside of his thighs, not feeling a shred of the embarrassment he’d expected at the realization that he was being fingered on the other man’s couch.  Instead, he started pumping away on his cock when Gabriel nodded at it, well aware that he was whimpering and writhing and making ridiculous faces, but never wanting any of it to end.

“So you’re coming with me to the temple after this,” Gabriel said, his stern tone making it a statement, not a question.  “It’s not going to be an overnight process, but as long as you do what I tell you, when I tell you, you’ll do just fine.  You wear what I say, you eat what I say, you smoke what I say…got it?  Can’t fuckin’ wait to see how you end up,” the big man groaned, giving Noah’s thigh a rough swat before grabbing the discarded cigar.  He stuck the unlit smoke back in the blonde’s mouth while his eyes blazed with hunger, grinning when he felt his friend tense.

The damp, musky tobacco taste pushed Noah over the edge.  As soon as the cigar hit his lips he felt himself fall, the warm, ropey strands blasting out of his cock and all over his face as he howled.  He had no doubt that Gabriel was going to put him through what should have been an extremely embarrassing wringer, but he also knew that was part of the fun.  His friend must have felt the same way when he’d gone through the process himself and he’d come out the other end just fine, so Noah wasn’t worried.  He was excited.  “When can we go,” he asked, licking at the trails of cum running down his lips.

Gabriel let the blonde’s legs drop and sat back, nodding down at his still-oozing pole.  “All depends on that mouth of yours,” he grinned.