The Order, pt. 4: Ch. 1 (Patreon)

Gabe knew he was dreaming.  Despite the vividness with which he experienced the surreal surroundings, he knew he wasn’t really strutting naked across campus.  He knew his body was actually sound asleep in his apartment, with Noah’s beefy frame nestled against him.  They’d spent the rest of the day helping Tom get acclimated to the gift he’d received, taking the chiseled swimmer for ride after ride on their own impressive cocks, while the eager jock’s hose stayed limp and oozing.  Gabe kept waiting for the shock to set in, or, at the very least, for the novelty to wear off, but, if anything, the handsome hunk’s excitement only seemed to grow.  Tom took to his new power-bottom role as if he’d been born for it, giving the impression that he relished his altered orgasms more than regretted them.  Gabe had offered again to try and fix things when they’d finally worn each other out, but Tom would have none of it.  All he was interested in at the moment was finding new friends to experience.

The same went for Noah.  As his Acolyte’s changes settled into place, as the now-burly blonde fully blossomed into a chubby muscle bear, Gabe wondered if his once-wiry friend would regret his decision.  Noah had gone from tight and toned to thick and bulky, his body now soft and curvy instead of trim and tapering.  The shorter man had never been overly vain, but it was a dramatic transformation, and one that he hadn’t initially sought out like his larger friend.  He’d never expressed a desire for size, or hair, or any of the rugged, masculine traits he’d been gifted, yet he was taking to them with the same eagerness that Tom showed.

It reinforced Gabe’s faith, and the dark-haired hulk felt a stab of guilt for letting himself doubt.  The God the Order worshiped knew what was best, and it was his job to trust that.  Gabe didn’t need to weigh himself down with responsibility because he wasn’t the one doing anything, not really.  He was simply a vessel for Its will, acting as a beacon for anyone with eyes enough to see Its light.  As demonstrated by himself, and Noah, and Tom, It was a generous God eager to share its gifts.  All Gabe had to do was walk the path; It would handle the rest.

That was the message of the dream, to show him his purpose and potential.  As Gabe strutted naked and hard across campus, a towering mass of scales, claws and fur lumbering behind, he witnessed the power flowing through him.  Men sprouted like weeds at his passing, packing on meat and muscle, heft and hair.  Some grew taller, some grew shorter, but all changed in some capacity.  Ripped abs, lumpy muscle guts, rotund bellies; all shifted and fell into place as scalps alternatingly shed their coverings or buried themselves beneath thickened layers.  Rounded, fuller faces became obscured by scrubby stubble and dense beards, their deepened voices joining in with the musky, male miasma filling the air as the newborn beasts fell into joyous coupling.  Their altered bodies were explored in full, with cocks that had either grown or shrank being put to the test until the hairy piles erupted like fountains when Gabe and his growing God passed.

It was a primal paradise.  Like with the Brothers at the Temple, the men in the dream were free and unburdened.  Rutting happily in Its shadow, there was no fear or anger or judgment, only an unconditional acceptance of themselves and those around them, whatever their shape, size, or role may have been.  It was a furry, euphoric nirvana of mass and meat and men, all made possible by the monolithic monster now towering like a titan.

The casual stroll through the pungent paradise was a far cry from Gabe’s earlier dreams of being chased, or, as he now understood, herded through a labyrinth, but there was still a similar undercurrent of unspoken menace.  His God was loving, but Its power was intimidating and awe-inspiring.  To look into Its scaled, ursine face was to stare at the sublime, and to feel like a hurricane of planetary scale was staring back.  Gabe knew he had nothing to fear from It, that no one did, but he pitied any creature foolish enough to incur Its wrath.

As Its furry shoulders reached the clouds, Gabe could feel Its voice at the edges of his mind more than hear it, a soothing sensation like a lullaby in reverse, gently jettisoning him back into the waking world.  He opened his eyes to find things more or less as he’d left them, save for the morning light glowing around the edges of his curtains.  Noah was still sound asleep, his stubble-covered face buried into Gabe’s armpit as he threw a meaty thigh over his friend’s legs and clutched the bigger man like a body-pillow.  The naked blonde’s fat cock was rock hard as it wedged between them, and Gabe couldn’t help but smile as he felt his friend reflexively grind it against him.  He reached over and stroked the slumbering stud’s buzzed scalp, no longer worried in the slightest about Noah’s reaction as he gazed at his friend’s peaceful features.

“MMmmm…” the stocky blonde let out a sleepy groan, the hand on Gabe’s chest gripping the bigger man’s plump pec as he lifted his groggy head.  “Hey,” he said with a bashful grin before dropping his face back into Gabe’s musky crevice.

The bigger man sighed as Noah’s tongue went to work, the fingers on his chest now tweaking a nubby nipple.  “Mornin’,” Gabe grunted, his own hand sliding down Noah’s widened, hairy back.  He purposely let his fingers dig into the other man’s softened sides, loving how his friend’s burly new belly felt.  “How’d you sleep?”

“MMmmphh…great…really good…actually…” the lapping blonde said between mouthfuls of the bigger man’s pit.  He was huffing the potent body odor like an addict, his tongue soaking in every inch it could reach.  “You make a good teddy bear…sir,” Noah said, flashing the same bashful grin as he added the last part.

“Look who’s talking, runt,” Gabe barked with a short, booming laugh.  In one smooth motion he tossed the sheets aside and grabbed Noah’s squat frame, pulling the other man fully on top of him.  He folded his piston arms behind his head as his beefy friend’s thickened thighs straddled his midsection, not needing to say anything.  With a pop of his widened hips, Noah deftly impaled himself on the waiting pole, letting out a long, low moan.  “That’s a good boy,” Gabe purred, his eyes drooping while the blonde squirmed and writhed.

“That was…wild with…Tom…right…?”  The words came out in a series of gasping grunts, Noah’s bearded jaw going slack.  “Didn’t think he’d…be that…thrilled…about his dick…not working…”

“It still works,” Gabe corrected, his hands finding their way to the blonde’s belly.  “Just works a little different.  Not surprised about the rest, honestly…Tom always did strike me as a bottom.”

“Did I,” Noah asked, his head falling back on his shoulders.

“You tell me,” the bigger man grinned, his hands latching onto Noah’s supple cheeks as he jerked upright and flipped them over.  Instead of straddling his waist, the other man’s hairy, hefty thighs boxed in Gabe’s head as he held Noah down and hammered into him.  He loved the way the blonde’s eyes rolled back, and the way his friend’s voice became a wordless, bellowing howl.  Whatever connection he’d felt while experimenting with Tom still remained between them, heightening what was already an intense encounter.  Gabe started to ask Noah if he felt it too, but then realized he didn’t need to.  He could feel the other man feeling it.  He could actually sense the ripples of pleasure coursing through the stocky cub, and the growing pressure building in Noah’s burly core.  Gabe had known that there would be a bond between them, an Acolyte wasn’t just a mindless servant, but he hadn’t expected to feel it so intensely on his end.  There was a growing, protective impulse whenever he thought about his moaning friend, an instinctual need to keep him safe and secure.  It was just one more thing he needed to ask the Brothers about at the Temple.  Things felt like they were moving faster and faster, rocketing Gabe towards an unknown destination. The brawny bear had an idea where he was headed, the nocturnal vision he’d just had made that clear, but he needed to talk to someone who’d been through it.  First, though, he needed to finish with Noah.  “You’re about to pop, aren’t you?  I can feel it.”

The blonde nodded, wide-eyed.  “Yeeeuuhhh…yes…yes sir…” he whimpered, his hands clutching at the sheets.  “You…you can…feel it?”

Gabe nodded and closed his eyes.  He took a deep breath and focused on his own impending climax, letting the energies join with Noah’s as they fell over the edge together.  The simultaneous sensation was pure ecstasy, so strong that it threatened to overcome even Gabe’s massive frame.  Noah didn’t stand a chance, his hairy frame spasming like he’d stepped on a live wire as his pudgy cock erupted like a shotgun again and again.  It was an impossibly copious load, and when it was finally done the gasping blonde was left a matted, sticky mess.

“Wow,” Gabe grunted, unable to hide his own surprise as he collapsed next to his friend on the soaked sheets.  “That was something.”

“What…what the fuck just happened,” Noah asked with a shocked laugh, running a hand through the rivers of sticky fluid spilling down his frame.

“You’ve been a good boy…you’d earned a treat,” Gabe shrugged.  “And I wanted to see if I could make that happen.  Gonna have to remember that.”

“You sure will,” Noah sighed, stretching like a cat.  If there was any hesitation or embarrassment over the cum shower he’d just given himself, it didn’t show as he gazed into Gabe’s eyes.

It only further cemented the bigger man’s conviction that everything was happening exactly as it should.  “Come on,” he said, hefting himself out of bed and nodding down at the mess.  “Strip these sheets off then get your sticky ass in the shower.  We need to go to the Temple.”

Gabe had barely stepped under the warm stream himself when Noah quickly lumbered in behind him.  There wasn’t much room in the small space to begin with, and at their new sizes it was an even tighter fit.  To make things easier, Gabe grabbed the shower curtain and tore it down, not caring about the water that spilled out onto the tile as he manhandled Noah under the stream.  He lathered his friend like he was washing a dog, quickly and mechanically, before giving himself a cursory scrubbing.  The whole process was mostly to make themselves visibly presentable, as the moment they’d finished toweling off their musky odor began to build around them like an aromatic aura.

Where Noah had been embarrassed by the stink the day before, now it didn’t even seem to register as Gabe watched him lumber around the apartment in a vain search for his clothes.  “Oh…right…” the naked blonde finally said, his brow furrowing.  “My clothes officially don’t fit anymore.”

“Happened faster than I thought it would.  You’re a natural,” Gabe purred, sounding proud as he gave his friend’s ass a swat.  “Here.  You can wear these for now.  Won’t matter once we get there anyway,” he said, tossing Noah a pair of thin cotton shorts and another oversized muscle shirt.  Unlike the day before, his friend didn’t argue about a lack of underwear, or stop to point out the way his fattened cock was clearly visible bouncing against the thin material as it wedged between his plump cheeks.  Nor did he complain about the way his hairy belly was exposed through the open sides of his shirt, his every intimate inch still fully accentuated and on display though he was technically clothed.  Gabe couldn’t help but notice the look of satisfaction on his friend’s face when he slipped into a similar outfit himself, the kind of eager expression a younger sibling wore when mimicking an older brother.  He grabbed a cigar remnant from the humidor on his way out the door, grinning and shaking his head as he stuck it in his mouth and saw the eager look on Noah’s face.  “You’re not old enough yet, kid.”

Noah started to point out that he was technically a few months older than Gabe, but he bit his tongue.  “Yes sir,” he pouted, his crestfallen expression turning into an eager smile when his friend threw a massive arm around him.  He leaned into the embrace, more than happy to let his friend show him off as they strolled across town from the bigger man’s apartment to the Temple.

Gabe gave an impressed grunt when they stepped into the lobby and Noah stripped down without having to be told, his friend’s stout cock rocketing to attention as soon as he was naked.  “Good boy,” he said, rubbing Noah’s hairy belly.  “You remember the rules?”

“Yes sir,” the blonde nodded, sounding almost excited.

Gabe stayed silent as he opened the door and led the way deeper inside, feeling a palpable energy in the air.  He’d been drawn to the Temple ever since his first visit, always feeling better when he left than when he’d arrived, but now it was as if the very atmosphere itself was charged, like walking through a cloud of smoke that he felt instead of saw.  It made his own cock throb in response, and the buzzing bear had shucked his muscle shirt before he’d even realized it.

“So it worked?”  Gabe turned to see Caleb, the Brother who’d shown him the trick with Noah, emerge from the weight room.  The beefy bull was clad only in a pair of pointlessly small mesh shorts, while a towering young wall of naked hair and muscle followed behind, the exposed stud’s log of a cock just as hard and eager as the beefy blonde’s.  Gabe knew the hirsute hunk’s name was Matt, but all that mattered at the moment was his status as Caleb’s Acolyte.  Like the older man, Matt’s scalp was smooth and shiny, his sharply-featured face bearing a broad mustache instead of a beard.  He wasn’t much older than Gabe or Noah, and he’d been around their same size when he’d first arrived at the Temple, but he’d quickly grown into an ageless Adonis.  Where the stocky blonde became thick and round, Matt had become sculpted and defined, though his shredded physique was obscured by the dense chocolate pelt that covered him from the neck down.

“Sort of,” Gabe shrugged.  It didn’t go exactly the way I wanted it to, but…wait…how could you tell?”

Caleb chuckled and folded his arms across his barrel torso.  “Same way you can.  You feel it, right?  Just open your eyes.”

Gabe took a deep breath and nodded, his eyes going wide when he began to perceive a faint aura around the older man, like a rippling heat mirage above hot pavement.  He could see the energy spread around Matt when the handsome furball stood close, the way his own did around Noah when he turned to gawk at his friend.  “Oh.  Fuck.”

“Congratulations,” Caleb barked, clapping Gabe on a meaty shoulder.  “Now you can tap into it.  For real, I mean.  Not just for yourself.  And it went EXACTLY as it should have.  Don’t ever doubt that.”  He grinned over at Noah and gave the shorter man’s buzzed head a rough rub.  “Good job on helping the big guy out, runt.”

Noah beamed, his cock twitching at the sensation of the older man’s rough palm on his scalp.  He couldn’t help but think back to the entirely different sensation of that same hand spreading his virgin hole wide, the memory making him squirm.  “Thank you, sir,” he said, trying not to stare at Caleb’s naked companion.

“About that…” Gabe said, his bushy brow furrowed.  “Why now?  Why can I suddenly do all this?  What changed?”

“He did,” Caleb said, reaching over to give Noah’s cock a tug.  “You want to just change yourself?  No problem.  You want to spread the gift around?  I mean, really spread it around?  You need a connection…an anchor.  Didn’t anyone explain this part to you yet?  That’s what the Acolytes do.  Think of this guy as your beefy little battery,” he purred, still stroking.  “Right now you need to actually be near each other, but if you’re ready to make this official you can go ask for Its blessing.  Then you’ll be connected for good no matter where you are.  See?”  Caleb motioned for Matt to come over and pointed out what looked like a brand on the stud’s inner thigh.  The shape was that of a circle marred by three large slashes across it, made to match the three large claws on each of Its scaled hands.  While Noah didn’t love the idea of being permanently marked, he was enjoying the view of Matt’s massive cock.  Instead of being embarrassed at his own aroused state or his thickened physique, all he could think about was how good it would feel to lace his fingers through the handsome man’s copious hair and go for a ride.  “Plenty of time for that later,” Caleb said, reading the shorter man’s desire.  “If you want it.  So what’ll it be?  You’ve both had a taste of this set-up…is this what you want?”  The older man looked briefly at Gabe, but it was clear the question was meant for Noah.  After all, it would be the stocky stud who was submitting, who was giving up a measure of his own freedom in exchange for a kind of connection few would ever come close to experiencing.

Noah looked at the others, his heart racing as he thought about all the impossible events that had occurred in such a short amount of time.  He could still clearly remember what his life and body had been like only a few days prior, but, instead of wanting to return to that life, it just felt empty.  Compared with how it felt to wake up in Gabe’s arms, to be looked after and taken care of by the bigger man and the Brothers at the Temple, there was no question at all.  “Yes sir.  Absolutely, sir,” he said, his voice firm with conviction.

Caleb turned to Gabe, who was already nodding.  “Of course,” Gabe grunted, not thinking at all about the promised power their coupling could bring.  He’d wanted Noah with him on this journey from the start.  They’d already been friends, and now that they had a chance to become something more Gabe wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.  It wasn’t about one of them having control or authority over the other; it was about each of them playing their role in a bigger picture.  They’d still be the friends they’d always been, but now they’d be so much more on top of that, both to each other and to anyone else who wanted to feel Its gift.  Gabe had known that from the start, and he was thrilled to see that his friend was already catching on.

“Good,” Caleb said, turning to Matt.  “Go round up whoever’s here and have ‘em meet us at the altar.  If you boys want to do this now, that is.”

“Why not,” Gabe said, throwing an arm around his friend as they made their way to the center of the Temple.

Noah shivered as they stepped into the chapel, both from the memory of what happened last time he was in this room, and from the sight of the thing in the center.  The taxidermied monstrosity stood on the same pedestal as the last time he’d seen it, but he was certain its body was in a different position.  That certainty hit him again and again, as every time he blinked the creature seemed to be in a different pose.  He started to ask Gabe about it, but the question dried up in his throat when he turned to find his friend as naked as himself, with Caleb, Matt, and several beefy strangers filtering in to line the room.  He leaned over and started to whisper, “so, uh, how does this…”

Gabe cut the shorter man off with a long, rough kiss, his hands exploring every inch of Noah’s beefy new body.  Only when his tongue had fully examined the interior of the other man’s mouth did he break it off, and even then it was only so he could instead work his lips down his friend’s thick neck and across the furry, meaty pecs.  His tongue lingered on each nipple before lapping down Noah’s belly, eventually finding its way to the blonde’s throbbing, oozing cock.

“Ga…sir…what…what’re you doing…” he stammered, blushing.  Noah wasn’t embarrassed at being blown in front of strangers, but at the fact that Gabe was blowing him at all.  It felt wrong.  It also felt fantastic, but the hefty hunk couldn’t shake the conviction that it should be him on his knees blowing the bigger man.  It should be him tongue bathing Gabe, not the other way around.

“Shhhh,” was all the bigger man said, his soft beard sending ripples of pleasure through the gasping blonde as it nestled between his friend’s thick thighs.

Noah was starting to understand, a dawning awareness creeping in through his shared connection with Gabe.  It wasn’t simply about him serving the other man.  His friend also had a responsibility in their arrangement, and this ceremony demonstrated that.  It went without saying that he was infatuated with the hairy hulk, but now Gabe was cementing his own dedication at the feet of their God and in front of the others.  This time when Noah was guided to his hands and knees, he knew it wouldn’t be the savage, carnal fucking he’d received during his initiation.  He wouldn’t be greeted by everyone present as he had then, only by Gabe.  And even then, when the bigger man draped against him and slipped inside, it was a slow, passionate embrace, not a rapid hammering.  Like he had that morning, Gabe let Noah’s body dictate where and how fast things went, their pleasure joining together until they couldn’t tell where one of them ended and the other began.  They both gasped and grunted and moaned, a display of vulnerability that Noah knew would be rare to see from Gabe going forward, so the weight of it didn’t escape him in the moment.  They came in unison again, only this time Noah felt a brief, searing flash from the side of his left cheek as he sprayed.  The pain lasted for a fraction of a second, but he knew what it meant.

“Looks like it’s official,” Gabe said after a few moments of silent panting.  “Does it hurt,” he asked, tracing his finger along the familiar brand now adorning Noah’s plump rear.

The spent, dazed blonde shook his head.  “No.  It did for like a second, but now it’s totally fine,” Noah said as he felt the raised flesh.  His stomach fluttered at the sensation, at the realization that he now truly belonged to his friend.

“Just to be safe,” Gabe grinned, leaning over to give the symbol a lingering kiss as Caleb approached.

“I’d tell you to kiss the bride, but…” the older man laughed.  He helped the pair to their feet, looking each of them up and down with a satisfied nod.  “You had the dream, right?  You know what you need to do?”

Gabe started to ask again how Caleb knew about the dream, but stopped himself.  Of course the other man knew.  “Go out and share the gift, right?”

“You got it.  Only you’re not gonna have to go far.  Trust me.  They’ll come to you two,” Caleb winked.  “If you thought the effect you had on people before was strong…just wait’ll you see it now.”

“Can’t wait,” Gabe grunted, giving his friend’s branded rear a squeeze.