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Jake had sunk down onto his bed, the tablet falling onto the concrete floor as he felt the strength sapped from his body. His body felt cold and numb. "I'm fucked," he thought, "I'm totally fucked." All of his earlier confidence had dissolved. Now, Jake eyed the camera warily; they'd been watching him, waiting for him to get aroused, and had left him with the choice. Do what we want, and you'll be happy. If not...

He knew the video was real: CGI special effects wouldn't explain the huge, inexplicable changes he'd seen in his own body. If someone could do all of this to him in one day, doing even more wasn't that much more of a stretch of the imagination.

The worst part to Jake's mind wasn't even that. It was the sick, queasy feeling that deep down, he'd found the video arousing. Even the parts where Homeless Dog had been so broken he just ran around, sucking guys dicks like some dumb animal; whatever else they had done to him had left him wishing he'd been in that room too.

Jake barely noticed when the door opened, the sound of metal creaking barely registering in his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone else being pushed into the chamber: two tough-looking guys releasing their grip on his arms, letting him stagger. It was only when the door slammed shut again that he looked up to see what was happening.

Chet looked rather worse for wear, though he still looked as tight and muscular and hot as ever. His eyes were wild, and his body bristled with freshly-grown hair, the guy having lost his smoothness. He'd been stripped naked, and had a couple of bruises from where he'd been held tightly. Jake couldn't help but feel a little pleased that Chet had also suffered.

Getting to his feet, Chet looked over at Jake. "Fuck!" he said, watching as Jake rose up; having packed on a fair amount of muscle and hair, he now looked intimidating. "Look, Jake, I - "

Jake's clenched fist didn't let Chet finish his sentence; it swung, just missing the other guy's face as Chet agilely jerked his head back just in time to avoid it. Fear had given way to anger; Jake felt pure hate-filled rage bubbling up inside him. He didn't care if he broke Chet's nose, or his spine, or his skull: whatever he did, Chet had it coming for trapping him in here with the people who were more than willing to go along with what happened to Homeless Dog. "I'm going to fucking kill you!" snarled Jake.

Holding his hands up in front of his face, Chet pleaded, "Wait, stop! I'm their prisoner as much as you." He paused, dodging away as Jake charged at him, then added, "Besides, you're the reason I'm here!"

Jake's eyes narrowed, staring at Chet and barely keeping his contempt in check. He growled, "Alright, you better say something good, because if you don't, you're going face-first through the fucking floor."

Chet stammered gratefully, "Honest truth, okay? I didn't know what they were going to do to you; my boss just said to get you in the back room and taser you, and I'd be ten kay richer. Then a bunch of guys in hazmat suits come charging in."

"Ten thousand pounds?!" Jake exclaimed angrily. "Do you know how screwed we are now? For ten fucking thousand pounds?!"

"They tested me, alright," Chet replied, his own anger growing. "You fucking jizzed your toxic cum all over me and gave me what you got."

Jake was still infuriated, but he'd burned hot and fast through his rage stores, and he slumped to the ground. "Well, we're both utterly fucked now."

Chet nodded, "Yeah." He sunk to the floor as well.

"Did you see the video?" Jake asked, pointing at the tablet.

Nodding again, Chet gulped. "That... that's got to be a fake, right?"

"I don't think so," answered Jake. "I mean, look at me."

The two of them sat in heavy silence for a moment. Jake's rage had died down; it wouldn't do any good anyway. He slid closer to Chet, who initially recoiled until Jake assured him, "I'm not going to kill you now. I think they'd rather I fuck you than kill you, anyway."

"Huh?" a confused Chet asked.

"The video," Jake stated tersely, before elaborating. "Almost all of the shots were either of the guy masturbating or getting fucked. Then there's that box of sex toys."

"I didn't open mine," Chet noted. "I just got stripped, monitored for a bit, then put into a cell. I... I watched the video, then they came and asked a bunch of questions. Mostly about you, and what I knew about you. I didn't know much, and after a while they left."

Jake had positioned himself close to Chet so he could smell him; he wasn't sure if people could smell scared, or if he could detect it, but he definitely smelled good. He still hated Chet, but there was something comforting in being close to another human being. "Or whatever we are now," he thought grimly. They were in an impossible position: they'd invariably been put together to fuck, but they had to under duress, a huge Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads; a situation that didn't really encourage erections and feeling of arousal.

Hunger suddenly cramped his stomach; Jake hadn't eaten for a while, and with all the sex, the changes to his bodies and the tiring situation, he was feeling empty pangs. "Sorry," he apologised as his stomach rumbled loudly.

Chet smiled faintly, stating, "It's fine. I just wish I could relax." Jake guessed he had come to the same conclusion on why the two of them had been paired up.

"You could go and have a shower," suggested Jake.

"Yeah," Chet mumbled. "That sounds pretty good." Tapping Jake on the leg, Chet got to his feet. Jake watched him go; the hair on his back seemed to point down to his ass: just as nice and round as ever. A slight twinge in his cock made Jake feel a little better: maybe they could, actually, satisfy their captor's unspoken command.

Jake heard the shower splutter to life, the slow gargling of the drain starting up soon after. He too, got to his feet, and followed Chet into the shower. In absence of any sort of pornography, and with his imagination diving off into unpleasant images, Jake knew if he was going to get aroused enough to perform he needed some kind of stimulus and watching Chet bathing would at least give him something.

In the bathroom, it was a bit easier for Jake to not quite forget, but to put that stuff into the back of his mind. Aside from the lack of soap, and the room's sparseness with towels or furnishings, it was kind of like being in a really cheap, seedy hotel bathroom. Since he was perving on someone in the shower, Jake felt it was appropriate as he sat on the toilet.

He quickly decided that Chet had noticed that he'd come in; either that, or the other guy bathed like he was in a porn shoot or always had someone watching him and getting off. Chet's hands flowed over his body smoothly, rubbing the contours of his muscles. Warm water trailed off of his body; Jake noted deliberately that Chet had relaxed enough to let his cock inflate a little bit. Jake leaned back, spreading his legs apart.

Chet was humming slowly to himself. He'd finished washing off the top of his body: both hands slid opposite to one another, as though he was strumming his abdominals. His cock continued to stiffen; Jake moaned appreciatively, his own starting to get hard once again. The lust he'd felt earlier in the adult store was reawakened after its hibernation: the desire of not just to orgasm, but to fuck another guy.

Chet's fingers moved back to his ass, leaning his body forward as he fumbled and fidgeted back there. Jake wasn't sure exactly what he was doing; but he didn't want to ask as Chet grunted and grimaced. The contortions of his face were kind of amusing; Chet's tongue occasionally poked out when he wasn't gritting his teeth.

Jake leaned even further back, thrusting his crotch towards the showering Chet. Warm musk was rolling up his hairy body, and he knew it'd probably help get things moving if Chet got a good noseful of him. Chet seemed almost done anyway; whatever he was doing to his ass had been finished, and was just letting the water run over him for a bit.

By the time the water stopped, and Chet stood there dripping, Jake was almost smiling. He felt genuinely aroused: watching Chet washing his body had been invigorating, scrubbing away all of the earlier worries, leaving just the dirty smutty instincts. He got off the toilet, enjoying the feeling of his balls swinging beneath his bowed legs, groaning as he flexed to jiggle his cock about. His jaw sagged open; Jake ran his tongue over the tips of his teeth.

He surprised Chet by grabbing him before he could step up the shower; his two hands smacked down onto the two firm butt cheeks, his cock deflected by the other's groin. Chet gasped in surprise until Jake locked lips with him. He dragged Chet out with him, feeling the water dripping down on him. The two of them left a trail of half-wet, half-damp footprints that danced around, following their tongues that pressed up against each other. Jake enjoyed the wet, warm body pressing up against him; everything had disappeared except for the two of them.

Jake dragged them both down onto his makeshift bed; he grunted as Chet's weight landed on him, pushing the breath out of him. It was his turn to breath in Chet's natural scent; he was burning under Jake's touch. Chet's muscles flexed against him, like hungry mouths grabbing at his hair, pinching and pulling on them. He felt the smooth coolness of Chet's pierced nipple rubbing up against his own.

Their lips parted, the sides of their heads rubbing up against each other as they thrust against each other's bodies. Grinding their cocks against each other, Jake and Chet began to moan, sometimes in concert, sometimes alternatively, each according to their own inner tempo. Chet leaned back, digging his fingers into Jake's shoulders; Jake reached both hands down towards their rubbing crotches. He grabbed on to both cocks, feeling the heat radiating off of them; his grip was just the right tightness to just hurt enough to be exciting. He hoped Chet enjoyed it too; he still hated him - just a bit - but that didn't care. He wanted to fuck him, unloading his balls right up his ass, or even mouth, or even all over his body; Jake just wanted to pump out another one of those gigantic loads in or on him. It'd be just like that amazing first time in the back of the store. Back then, where everything was much relatively simpler.

He could feel the pulses running through both shafts, each shaking with sexual energy. Most of Chet's weight was being supported by Jake's thighs. He didn't mind too much; Chet was basically pinning him down, indirectly forcing him into remaining engaged in their fucking.

After a momentary pause, Chet changed position: he turned around, pointing his ass into Jake's face, slipping his calves underneath Jake's armpits. His own legs were allowed to sprawl wider as Chet worked his shaft and began to finger Jake's ass. Unsure of what else to do, he slowly ran his tongue over the cleaned, puckered hole in front of him, raising his hands to help pull Chet's ass cheeks apart.

Jake moaned; Chet was really working his shaft, doing some twisting or rotating thing that made the rest of his erection feel like it was going to pop out. His moans of pleasure were muffled by his mouth being buried into Chet's ass. He'd gotten adventurous, running his fingers and tongue around Chet's hole; considering the last one he'd played with was his own, this was a novel experience. This one seemed a bit more used to being played with; Chet knew how to relax, so when Jake started poking his finger in, it slid in a look more smoothly then he'd managed with his own ass. His tongue slobbered in and around the hole; he knew it had been cleaned, so he didn't mind. Eventually, he used his fingers to stretch the skin taught, pushing his tongue through the opening of the passage.

Chet's cock rubbed up and down against his furry pectorals as the guy rocked back and forth on top of him. Eventually, Jake removed his tongue, slowly exchanging it for one of his fingers: he wondered if Chet had that similar spot inside him that he could push to excite his fuck partner's prostate. Now with one freed up hand, he reached around and worked Chet's neglected shaft; it felt a bit strange masturbating someone from this position, but Jake was familiar enough with the prospect and the warm fluid dripping onto his chest suggested Chet was more than pleased with his attempts.

"Oh god," Chet moaned; his hands moved away from Jake's slick cock as he changed position again. The lid of the sex toy box was quickly batted aside, and Chet seemed to instantly have a bottle of lubricant in his hands. Before Jake could do anything, a large quantity of the cool liquid was being pumped out of the bottle, directly onto his red, bulging shaft; then it was his time to moan. Chet pumped more into his hands, running it over his stretched hole, lubing up the entrance. Jake felt a tingle of excitement; as though his body knew before he did what this all meant.

Chet's ass hovered above his cock, his hand guiding the tip against his hole. At first, Jake found it a bit painful: he'd never quite gotten how tight an asshole could be, and the flesh of his cock slid and moved around. He grimaced and mumbled out some swear words. Thankfully, Chet was much more experienced than he was, and at least some of the pain had gone. Instead, he found his shaft sliding through the slightly-loosened, lubricated sphincter.

Jake whined out, "Ah!" Nothing he'd felt before had been as awesome as this. At this moment, Jake fell in love with sticking his dick into a man's ass. His imagination had not done it justice, but now he had experience of his shaft sliding through the smooth, tightness. It almost felt as good as orgasming. He reached down, lifting Chet's cock out from being sat on, stroking it gently so as to relate the pleasure he was feeling to the man giving it to him.

He thrust in gently; it took all of Jake's will to keep from bucking wildly, and he bit his lower lip to distract himself slightly. His manhood, slick with lubricant, slipped further inside, Chet was able to move his hands away, and back to his own cock, which then freed Jake to grip onto the sheets and pillows beneath him.

Jake could barely believe his face was able to move this way; he was sure he looked stupid, but he didn't care. His flesh slid deeper into Chet's, the latter sinking down gasping as both his hands jerked himself off, his muscles flexing and writhing as he helped Jake's dick meander through him. Jake yelled out incoherently, his penis forced deeper insisde.

He was surprised Chet was the one who came first: he had to quickly close his eyes, as hot semen rained down in a thick line over his hairy face, the creamy white standing out from Jake's dark, water- and sweat-matted hair. It dripped and oozed, seeping through his pelt as even more flowed out. His cock, the base slapping against Chet's hole, was almost being sucked in by the sharp contractions of the sphincter. Chet's load was an almost ridiculous quantity; it felt like it covered his whole torso as he felt his own building up.

That too, was heavy and thick; his shaft drowning in the sticky fluid as it squirted deep in Chet's guts. Jake's bucking became uncontrolled, semen dribbling down over his shoulders. He barely remembered what happened next. The intensity washed him out of consciousness, and Jake let it take him away.

When he came to, Jake found he was grinning dumbly up at Chet. The amazing amount of seminal fluid he'd produced had mostly collected above his cock, or spilled down around him. The second puddle of cum was covering his chest, leaving it a big sticky mess. Jake felt fantastic; he didn't mind being this sticky mess for the rest of his life.

Whimpering, Chet pulled out; another huge dollop of cum spilled out onto Jake. Chet raised his wobbling leg over Jake, and fell down against him on the bed. Jake turned his eyes over to him; Chet's were closed and not long after that, his breathing had slowed.

Jake slowly edged himself upwards, trying not to wake Chet up. As much as he'd liked being sticky, he was absolutely coated in cum and he was starting to get itchy. He needed a shower, something to perk him up or he was going to pass out too. His cock drooped, and he left a trail of mixed semen as he walked into the bathroom.

The water felt good: he aimed the shower head right on to his chest. The cum stuck stubbornly into the messy matt of fur; without soap, there wasn't much he could do but slide his fingers through his hair, leaving his skin stinging as he sloughed the semen off. Most of his attention went to his chest, pulling out and tugging off anything his darkened fingernails could get out, but he also scrubbed his face. He also carefully cleaned off his spunk-covered cock, which was still intensely sensitive.

Feeling as clean as he felt he was going to get, Jake turned off the shower, letting the water drip off him and down the drain for a while before he moved again. His eyelids sagged shut involuntarily: he'd been expending a lot of energy lately, and it was catching up with him. He had to drag himself out of the shower, then carefully stepping over the sleeping Chet before joining him in unconsciousness, not caring that water was soaking into the sheets and pillows below him.