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For the second time that day, Jay awakened after having the strange feeling that he had been falling. Again, when he woke up his insides felt queasy and in turmoil, with a body sore and throbbing. However, this time he did not wake up in his own bed; instead he found himself on warm stones.

Jay was quite ready to believe that the cavern was part of some dream in which he was still trapped. "Cave or dungeon?" Jay wondered. He couldn't quite decide what the right term would be: the floor and ceiling had obviously been built deliberately - it was paved with large, irregularly-shaped black rocks - but the walls were ragged and natural-looking. He was in some kind of rounded chamber, lit by a fire that burned in the middle. The red light it gave off was unusual - the flames definitely less orange than he'd expect from a natural fire - but it was only slightly different; just enough to be unsettling. Sounds echoed down from the passageway that cut into the circle at a rough tangent; the rocky walls distorted them strangely.

Jay's hands slowly went to his neck; his arms felt heavy, and he felt tired and weak. There was the faintest feeling of something tight - a collar, he guessed - wrapped around his neck, but while he checked he could not actually feel anything except for the copious amount of sweat that was dripping off of him; the air in the chamber was incredibly hot, and he hadn't had a chance to get a drink since last night. His stomach rumbled too; and Jay remembered he hadn't had anything to eat since lunch time yesterday as well. Coupled that with the intense morning he'd had, Jay didn't feel surprised that he felt rotten.

Jay felt reluctant to get up and wander around: feeling terrible didn't really entice him into exploring the weird place he'd found himself in, but if he sat around here he'd quickly dehydrate, and maybe getting away from the fire would help him cool off a little. Eventually, he rolled over onto his hands and knees and mustered his remaining energy to stand up.

Skirting the fire, Jay steadied himself against the wall as best he could, slowly shuffling around the circumference of the chamber. The feeling of the immaterial collar sensation around his neck certainly didn't help; it felt incredibly stifling, and made it even harder to breathe in the warm, smoky air.

Jay peered through the entrance archway; the passageway sloped around in what looked like a circular path, with rounded chambers budding off on either side. The passage was quite wide, about the same size as a wide road, and was also paved above and below in the chaotic pattern of black rocks.

Trying his best not to stumble, Jay headed towards the next chamber, his slowly shuffling feet leaving wet streaks of sweat on the stone floor, which quickly evaporated. He panted heavily, staring into the chamber.

An athletically built, slightly hairy guy was bound and chained to the centre of the chamber, his body draped face-down over a large stone that rose out of the ground. Angry red welts ran across his shoulders, where it looked like claw marks had dug into his somewhat red-tinged flesh. His dark hair had been cropped short all over; Jay thought the guy must have been quite hairy normally judging by the amount of stubble that peppered over his lean-muscled back and bound limbs; the short hairs flowed down from his freshly-shaven, hanging head down his neck, merging in with the rest of his hairy body. Sweat dripped down from his face, sizzling on the stones.

Jay crept closer, quieting his voice enough to remain stealthy but still loud to get the attention of the other guy. He was unsuccessful, the prone man remaining motionless, aside from the occasional muscular spasms and the slow rise and fall of his back as he breathed in the warm, smoky air of the chambers.

Eyeing both sides for anyone approaching, Jay dropped down to have a good look at the guy. In a more normal situation, he'd have guessed that it was Mark's brother or maybe a close cousin: there was a definite, strong facial resemblance, but there would be no way he'd have bulked up that quickly or have gotten this much hairier while he'd been asleep.

But this was not a normal situation: the strange hot, smoky, rounded stone chambers, the man shackled by wrists, ankles and neck to the ground, and his own body's swift transformation attested to that. "No," Jay reasoned, "I'll bet this is Mark. Christ, what happened to the kid?"

Jay tapped and shook Mark, but he didn't rouse even when Jay became rougher than he intended; sighing, Jay quickly had a look around at Mark. An oily goo dripped out of Mark's rear; Jay tentatively poked his finger in it and sniffed. It made him shiver, and his thoughts drifted towards sex.

Trying to shake these things out of his head, Jay took a look at the chains and shackles Mark was bound in; even if he couldn't wake him up, he could try to free him at least. They certainly didn't look easy to remove; Jay didn't know a lot about chains or the like, but they certainly felt heavy, and he couldn't see any seams on the collars or shackles at all.

Jay heard a mumbled groan, and he quickly went back to Mark's head. "Mark?" he whispered, "are you alright?"

"Not just a weak little faggot," Mark mumbled, his eyelids flickering open.

"Mark! Mark!" Jay repeated.

Mark's eyes slowly opened; they looked a little bloodshot, and his breath smelled acrid and unpleasant. "Jay?" he asked, "Wh- what happened? Where's Archon?"

"Archon," Jay repeated, a dull sense of understanding rippling through Jay's head. "Mark," he said, shifting subjects, "are you alright? Do you remember anything about what happened before we ended up here?"

Mark groaned, his body sliding against the stone uncomfortably. "I remember the shower, then going back to tell the other guys about you, then suddenly Archon wanted to fuck me, and-"

"Archon?" Jay inquired; he'd already guessed some of the answer, but he wanted verification.

Mark nodded, "Yeah, one of the guys at the orgy. He said he'd take me under his wing, take me to the gym and help get a better body. Like yours. Then he fucked me in the ass. I'm sorry, I should have waited for you - you were super nice earlier." He wriggled his ass, "You could do it now, if you liked."

Jay, mouth agape, replied incredulously, "You want to have sex now? We've been abducted or something! You're chained to a fucking rock, for Christ's sake!"

Mark frowned. "You don't think I can handle it, do you?" he sneered.

Jay grabbed tightly onto Mark's shoulders, shaking him violently, "We need to get out of here!"

"Archon said the more I got fucked by him, the stronger I'd get," Mark grinned. Jay shuddered; something about Mark's teeth was wrong. They were too white, too sharp, too glistening with saliva in this place.

Jay pulled back; Mark continued to rant, his arm's muscles tightening as he strained against the chains. He ranted, "You wouldn't understand, always being small and thing and everyone calling you a faggot! I hated it! Hated it! 'Weak little faggot! Weak little faggot!'"

Jay backed silently away; the nice kid was thrashing like a madman against the strong chains. Mark's eyes glowed with a hint of unnatural menace. Froth shot away from Mark's tongue, spraying the room as he raved, "It was hard, you know; Archon was pretty brutal the first time, but the second time I'd lasted longer. And look, I'm already getting stronger!"

Jay could see the hair visibly growing over Mark, who continued to rant about all the people who'd called him a "weak little faggot", growing more and more incoherent. Small flickers of fire shot out from his lips, which started to darken and become thinner. His jaw started to stretch out, Mark's words becoming little more than snarls and growls, as the sharp teeth extended into large fangs. His straining muscles twitched and flexed, his swelling digits clawing at the stones as the nails darkened and lengthened, transforming into jet-black claws.

Jay screamed, "No, Mark, no!"; however, even though Mark's ears were growing larger as his face became muzzled, his flaring nostrils dark and pointed forward, Mark didn't pay attention. His eyes continued to glow yellow as the rest of his face started to reshape, the dark fur spreading and thickening to cover Mark's body.

Jay stumbled back out into the hall, his back leaning up against the hallway. Whatever humanness remained in Mark's vocalisations had vanished; Jay only heard bestial growls and snarling from the room. He felt warm tears dripping down his face.

"Having a look around my new home, I see," a familiar voice replied light-heartedly. Startled, Jay swivelled around.

Dion had been changed as well; not as drastically as Mark had just been, but the short, creamy horns sprouting out of Dion's forehead, the thick, shaggy hair running down his legs, and the strange, thick, black nails on his toes were certainly new alterations to Dion's body. Other subtle alterations to his face and skin tone Jay wasn't sure whether to chalk up to physical changes in Dion or just his own stressed mind looking for weirdness where there wasn't any.

"Dion!" Jay exclaimed, not comforted by his friend's sudden appearance.

"I meant to come and get you after you woke up," Dion grinned, bowing slightly, and proudly showing off the long, thick cock and fuzzy balls hanging between his hair-covered legs, "but Archon's been so busy I've been trying to get around to see everyone. That and, of course, all the sex."

Seeming to abruptly change the topic, Dion replied, "How did you get along with, uh, Mark, was it? I've been meaning to see what he was like; but whenever I've popped in either Archon or you have been busy with him. I hope he didn't frighten you, if you haven't finished up in there."

Jay, finally having had enough, used his full strength to slam Dion hard into the wall, and screamed, "I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch!"

A little smaller than I'd want.

Jay's nostrils flared; it felt as though his skin was being pulled tight against his body, like it was way too tight. It didn't help that Dion was oozing with musk and smelled of fresh, and slightly less fresh, sex, which was starting to make Jay feel aroused.

Dion's eyes seemed to glint with something otherworldly, his dark eyes seeming to stare blankly yet lustily up on Jay. He continued to grin, replying, "Hey, hey, if you want him to yourself, you're a little late for that, and he really wouldn't want just you now anyway."

"What the fuck is going on?" Jay rumbled, his skin prickling unpleasantly. "Tell me now or I'll put your skull through the floor!"

Dion, bowing his head, chuckled, and replied, "Okay, sure. We - you, me, Mark, my other orgy buddies - are all in Archon's domain."

"Your snake? Who - what - is he, really?" asked Jay, leaning heavily to keep Dion pinned. His nostrils flared unconsciously, taking in a lungful of musk and the smoky air swirling around them.

"Well, you're right in that he was pretending to be my snake," Dion elaborated, "but he was the one looking after me.

He continued, "I wasn't going to bring you, just get some other guys; but young people are so flaky and I needed the five. Plus you'd been moping around for like forever about Eric, and I think Archon really wanted you. And I'm not going to say no to the guy, not for what he's giving me."

"Giving you?" asked Jay.

"Youth." Dion explained it, as though it were nothing. "I'm almost thirty - thirty - and, well, I'd been thinking about being old a lot. Then I met Archon - in one of his human guises at least - and then he brought me here. He pretty much offered me a chance to be a young, horny stud forever; I just had to make sure that I brought along enough other guys with me."

Jay, incensed, continued to press down; his jaw ached with how tightly his jaw clenched shut. He felt angry at himself, because his cock was starting to swell as his crotch pressed down against Dion's own, his ex-roommate's long, warm shaft rubbing against him only increasing the effects of the musk. He growled, "You sold me - all of us - out to be young? You fucking bastard! What - how is this all even possible?" He stretched; Jay's body was getting sore, and he felt he needed to get as much out of Dion now as he could.

Dion coughed, Jay's body sinking down against his, "Hey, you all get to live forever too! Just think, we'd get to be friends forever!"

Jay grunted, "I'm not your fucking friend, you bastard!"

Dion squirmed, then coughed out, "That's not what your cock says."

A little smaller than I'd want.

Jay suddenly felt Dion push him up; despite being fairly smaller than Jay, Dion was able to do so with surprising ease. The two rolled over; now Dion had Jay pinned down. "Don't worry, you'll get used to the idea, then you'll love it here too. Let me show you what it's like."

Dion kissed him, his tongue sliding into Jay's surprised mouth. Jay felt his brain suddenly relax, and he started to kiss Dion back, his arms squeezing against Jay tightly. His and Dion's cocks slid up together, swelling into hot red rods between them.

Jay could barely keep thoughts together, his body seemed to thrum when Dion pushed his arms up over his head, looking deeply into his eyes and sliding his hand along Jay's cock. Jay's back arched, bucking his crotch. Dion pressed down on his huge, sweaty pectorals, grabbing Jay's cock and guiding the tip to the puckered rear entrance to his insides. Jay felt the familiar oily fluid ooze over his shaft; something in him said that Dion had just come from being fucked, but he didn't care. Jay's lips pressed tightly against Dion's, whose hand left his pectorals to stretch open his anus.

Jay grunted, then suddenly felt his shaft sliding into Dion. He moaned, his balls jostling; the warm insides wrapping tightly around. Even the weird aching his body was making seemed less important as his hips bobbed up and down, his tip delving further and further into Dion's groaning body.

With Jay's cock now inside him, Dion went to work on his own, slowly stroking it as he grunted and winced as his ass slapped down against Jay's muscular hips. Dion jerked himself off as he tightened his sphincter to milk the huge, needy cock sliding in and out of him.

Jay's legs shifted against the hard stone floor, trying to get loose from Dion. The position they were in was starting to get uncomfortable; Jay wasn't bothered by Dion's weight, but his bones and muscles started to feel sore in a way Jay couldn't put his thoughts to. Especially with Dion riding his cock.

Dion's cock started to ooze the same hot, oily fluid Jay had seen dripping from Mark's ass. Jay's eyes widened for a moment, a brief chill of what had happened to Mark breaking through into his affected brain, but Dion seemed to notice this and ran his lubricated fingers under Jay's flaring nostrils. The scent quickly entered into Jay's brain; his eyes rolled back slightly and his body bucked on instinct, all other thoughts quickly scattering away.

Jay's own cock was squirting out precum as well, the hot fluid sliding between Dion's insides and his shaft. Dion's dick slapped against his chest, each time releasing a slight spray of fluid that squirted higher and higher, arcing over his chest and sliding in two rivulets around his neck.

Dion moaned, his black eyes staring intently into Jay's. Jay felt himself getting closer to orgasm; even the aching of his body seemed to have been turned off as his mind turned towards the rapidly-approaching time when he'd shoot his load into Dion's ass.

However, Dion came first: with a deep moan with the hint of a bleat, his hand rapidly stroked on his cock, the tip of which blurred to Jay's eyes as a hefty load of cum squirted out. Jay instinctively closed his eyes as he felt the warm, oily fluid splatter over his face, collecting into huge gooey blobs. A warm trail of semen appeared and grew down the hairy centre of his wide, muscular torso as Dion tightened his grip, milking his erection to eke out all of the ejaculate he had created.

Jay's ears pricked up, the beat of Dion's ass slapping against his waist increasing again as he recovered from ejaculating. His sphincter held onto Jay's cock tightly; Jay gasped for air rapidly before forcefully tilting his head back and whinnying loudly.

A little smaller than I'd want.

For what felt like a whole minute, Jay squirted his first spurt ejaculate. His hot seed burst out as Jay gasped for air; the smoky, warm atmosphere made breathing difficult, especially under such intensity. He felt his semen slide back down over his sensitive cock tip, even as it opened up to release more. Jay felt his balls start to relax and his dick started to soften as he felt his mind fall into an after-sex euphoria.

Dion continued to slide along Jay's softening shaft, before standing up. Jay's cock made a wet splattering sound as it flopped down over his scrotum. His breath slowed as his body slowly recovered from its exertions.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Jay didn't really care; Eric's words still plagued his mind, but he'd just had some intensely satisfying sex and very little mattered to him at the moment.

Dion, standing above Jay, said, "I told you you'd like it here. You're starting to come along pretty well. I'm just going to check on Mark, then I'll take you around to see the others. I'll just let you recover for a bit and get used to the improvements I helped make in you."

Jay, his mind still foggy and tired, didn't quite register these words as he continued to lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.