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The Man You Are Looking For (Unfinished; Permanent Hiatus) by Wesley Bracken

Chapter 1-Biker Slave

He knew that the lead wasn't going to go anywhere. In fact, he knew that the case wasn't going to go anywhere, but he felt obligated to at least try and find Mrs. Jackson's missing husband. Of course, it was more likely the case that the man hadn't been able to stand being with her any more, and had skipped town, probably with some secretary he fell head over heels in love with. Jared got cases like these at least every month, and he rejected most of them, but this case seemed like it should at least get checked out--enough of the story didn't add up in his mind. As usual, Mr. Jackson had become distant: didn't want to talk, came home late or in the early morning, showed signs of emotional imbalance. However, it was such a quick shift in personality, that it seemed like there might be something else was going on. In addition, the Mrs. Jackson had a lead, which these cases usually didn't. That lead was this club, Pigtown, where he was sitting on a bar stool, feeling incredibly awkward surrounded by men dressed in little more than small rubber, leather or lycra triangles covering their crotches. Of course, he had no idea what he was looking for, after all, he only had a name and a description, and he doubted any straight man would be caught dead in a place like this. He wasn't a slouch by any means, at 6'1" and 195 pounds of ex-army muscle, and every girlfriend he had ever had thought he was a sexy beast, with his stunning blue eyes and sandy brown hair, which he kept cropped close to his head. However the thought of these homos still sickened him. He figured he'd watch the door for another hour, and then get the hell out, find some convenient pussy to fuck, and clear his head of the place.

The bartender, a hugely muscled man with an oddly high voice and a bit of a lisp, came back over towards him, "Need something more to drink, love?"

Jared thought about ignoring him, but just responded with a guttural, "Nah."

"So you're just going to sit there all night?"

"I'm not planning on being here all night, so no."

Unseen by Jared, the bartender rolled his eyes, and lumbered away, leaving Jared alone. "Looking for someone?" a rough voice said from beside him.

Surprised, Jared spun on the stool and saw the man on the next barstool eying him a bit hungrily. Given that the man was dressed in nothing more than tight leather shorts, causing his hairy belly to cascade over the front, the very thought of the man coming on to him made him gag. "None of your business if I am or not."

"Don't mean nothing by asking. You've just been watching that door the whole time since you sat down. Expecting company?"

"No. And I'm not looking for any either."

"Why so cold, buddy? Just trying to make conversation. Not trying to jump your bone. You just stand out like a sore thumb here, and I was wondering if I could help out. I know most of the regulars, and they might know something about what you are looking for."

Jared looked back towards the man, and then spun around. "I'm looking for this guy. Disappeared a few nights ago, his wife wants me to find him. His name's Barry Jackson, he's about 5' 10", 200 pounds. You seen him?"

The man let out a deep rumbling laugh, "Is that all? I can help you with that," the man pointed towards a door across the room. "Go try that room. Here, I'll show you." The man heaved himself off the stool, and lumbered over.

Curious, Jared got up and followed him. As he got closer, he saw that a sign was hanging on the door, which read, "The man you're looking for is in here."

It all seemed a bit too obvious, and Jared was definitely suspicious. Suddenly, it seemed like there might be something strange going on after all. The man stopped in front of the door and waited for Jared to approach. "You don't really expect me to open that door, do you?"

"Did you want to find that guy or not?"

"You actually expect me to believe that I will open a door promising that I will find the man I am looking for in the bar where he disappeared? How stupid do I look?"

"Stupid enough to believe that some awful, horrible thing will happen to you if you open a door." Jared rolled his eyes and turned around, ready to walk away.

"So much for investigative curiosity. More like cowardice."

"Fine," Jared said, turned around, stalked over to the door and flung it open. Behind it was a small dark room, basically a closet, and completely empty. "What a surprise. There isn't anyone in here, missing or not."

"Not yet at least," the man said, and then pushed Jared into the room and slammed it shut behind him. Jared caught himself against the back wall, and gave a kick, but the door didn't move an inch. He spun, but there wasn't even a knob on this side, and in the absolute pitch black of the closet, he couldn't see if there was any way to get the door to open for him. The rest of the walls were equally seamless, and didn't yield for him. "Let me out you fat fuck!" he shouted, and pounded on the door, but no one answered.

He searched the walls for a while, and eventually found a light switch on a wall, which connected to a dim bulb in the ceiling. The room was indeed seamless, and made entirely of concrete, except for the door, which was mirrored. Looking into it, Jared saw that the reflection was as perfect as he could tell, but otherwise there was nothing remarkable about it. Angry for being so stupid, he sat down in the confined space, listened to the pulsating techno, and waited for someone to come fetch him so he could deal out some punishment. After he had been sitting there for what felt like half an hour, there was the sound of laughter right outside the door, and Jared leapt up, ready to fight if necessary, switching off the light to retain the element of surprise. The door opened, and Jared was momentarily blinded by the strobes outside, but he could make out the silhouette of a towering male figure in the doorway, and definitely not the man who trapped him in here. Just as suddenly, he realized that his entire body felt very different.

The figure turned to the side and spoke to a man next to him and said, "Well what do you know? The fucking thing works! We got ourselves a biker boy for the night!"

Jared looked down at himself, in sudden shock, realizing that his body had completely changed, the most notable being that all of his old clothes had disappeared, replaced by a pair of really short, ripped denim jeans shorts and a leather biker vest and tall biker boots, and that his entire body was now covered with tattoos. He looked up in astonishment, and found that his eyes had adjusted enough to make out the man who had opened the door, and saw it was a huge biker with a thick, black, tangled beard leering down at him. However, where he would have been totally repulsed by the sight no more than an hour ago, all of a sudden, the biker was incredibly hot. He couldn't stop himself as he dropped to his knees, unzipped the fly on the biker's jeans, and started sucking as hard as he could.

"Damn, this boy just can't wait to get some action, ain't that right boy?"

Jared couldn't help but nod, and in his mind, what the biker said was suddenly the truth. He had wanted some hot biker dick the entire time he had been in there, and this hot biker bear was perfect. Jared sucked even harder, relishing the taste of sweat and stale cum on the shaft, loving the feel as the PA hit the back of his throat.

"Come on Bill! Give the rest of us a turn with the slut's mouth."

"Don't worry, you can all take a turn. Just make sure you put him back when you're done."

That last voice he recognized, it was the fatass who shoved him into the closet in the first place! Jared knew he should do something about it, but the dick in his mouth tasted so good, and he didn't really want to stop sucking off this incredibly hot biker, and looking around at the other leather clad, tattooed, beer bellied, and bearded bikers surrounding him, and wished he could suck them all at the same time.

"Damn! Look at that boy go!" another biker said, rubbing himself through his dirty jeans, "He looks like he's had lots of practice sucking biker dick before."

A headache washed through Jared's head, and a whole set of new memories flooded into his brain, hanging around rest areas, looking for any biker who might want to blow a load down his throat. A long string of techniques flew into his head, and he immediately applied a few to the dick now in his mouth, running his tongue underneath the loose foreskin, tonguing the piss slit, slurping and sucking on the biker's heavy balls. The lead biker moaned, and said "Damn can he. Bet his ass is just as nice. Let's go try it out." He reached down and pulled Jared off his dick, bent down and gave him a deep kiss, the taste of stale tobacco and beer making Jared's cock harder than it already was. "How about it boy? Want us to fill that ass of yours with our dicks? You're practically begging for it."

"Hot damn sir, I want you to plow me raw!" Jared growled, his ass twitching in anticipation.

The bikers laughed and pulled him into another room full of slings, and helped him into it after ripping off his shorts. The lead biker spit into his hand, lubed up his dick, and pushed in, making Jared moan. The other bikers all gathered around, cheering the biker on, tweaking Jared's nipples and yanking on his sack. One of the bikers came around to his face, a thick cigar burning in the dim room. "You want some smoke boy? Bet you're a total smoke pig aren't you?"

After another wave of pain, Jared realized he wanted nothing more than to have his lungs full of cigar smoke. The man took a deep drag on his stogie, bent down and locked lips with Jared, blowing all of the smoke into him. With a low growl, the leader slammed into him, and Jared felt the dick blow a huge wad into him, and then pull out, another quickly taking its place. The biker kissing him pulled away, a few wisps extending between them, and then shoved his thick dick down Jared's throat. Now being pounded from both ends, he heard another biker yell, "Man, this biker slut is totally getting off on this! Look at how hard his dick is." It was completely true. Jared had never felt so aroused in all of his life, and his dick was aching for release. One of the bikers started stroking it, and Jared couldn't help himself as he blew is own load down the man's throat. "Damn, even his cum is fantastic!"

Each of the biker's took a turn at his ass and mouth, letting him take a few drags on their cigars as the night wore on. Eventually the bikers pulled him out of the sling and over to a sawhorse in the middle of the room, which the biker leader bent over, "Come on you little biker bitch, don't you want a taste of some biker ass?"

Jared hadn't even realized it, but the thought of rimming all of their dirty asses made him salivate. He dropped to his knees, spread his cheeks, and started licking at the man's unwashed crack, relishing the taste of dried shit and sweat. He shoved his tongue as deep into the hole as he could, and moaned as another biker started stroking his dick and shoving a couple of fingers up his stretched hole. "Damn, this boy sure can eat some ass. Why don't he give us all a good cleaning?"

The other biker's cheered, and they all took turns bending over, Jared rubbing his face up and down their cracks, shoving his tongue as deep into their grimy holes as he could manage. As he was finishing the last biker, the leader, who was stroking Jared's hard dick while another was tweaking his nipples, said, "I think this boy needs release again. Anybody want to take his cum up his ass?"

One of the bikers pushed forward, "Fuck yeah! I've been wanting that boy's dick up my chute all night! Let him at me."

The leader pulled Jared's head out of the other biker's ass and stood him up, and the new biker bent over in front of Jared. Not needing any more prompting, Jared hocked some spit into his palm, lubed up his dick, and shoved it into the man's ass and went to town. The lead biker came up behind him and inserted his own dick into Jared's open ass, reaching around and yanking on Jared's tits, whispering into his ear as he thrusted deep into Jared's ass: "You're one fucking hot biker bitch, boy. How would you like to be my biker slave? Sounds hot, doesn't it? Riding all over the country with me. I could take you to all of my favorite bars, and parade you around. You'd be the hottest bitch any of them had ever seen. We could pull off the road, and I could throw you over my bike and plow your ass whenever I wanted, or whenever any of my bros wanted it, and you'd love every second of it. Cleaning our asses after long rides, sucking us off under tables in dirty bars, drinking down our piss like a little toilet. Turns you on, doesn't it? Just the thought of it."

Another biker lit a cigar and put it in Jared's mouth, and he took a deep drag on it, the biker he was fucking moaning from the combined force of both Jared and the leader slamming into him. "You look fucking hot with that in your mouth slave," the biker leader continued, "I love watching that smoke pour out of your mouth as I fuck you. You want to cum? You want to shoot your load deep into your biker brother's ass? You do, don't you?"

Jared nodded, feeling his balls start to churn in anticipation. "Go on then boy, shoot that fucking load!" the biker growled, and Jared let out a grunt and felt his seed shoot deep into the biker's ass. The leader pumped even harder and faster for a moment, and then shot his own load into Jared's hole, pulled the cigar out of Jared's mouth, and pulled him back into a long, deep, smoky kiss while both of their dicks throbbed in orgasm, the other biker's hooting around them. Eventually, they pulled their dicks out, broke their kiss, and Jared pulled away breathless, awed by the God standing before him. He wanted nothing more than to devote his life to that man, sucking his beautiful dick every day and doing anything else he wanted. "I love you Sir," he whispered, taking a deep sniff of his master's musk.

"I know you do boy, now let's see if I can wrestle you away from Rod," the biker said as the other men hooted and cheered. They all walked back to the front bar, where Rod was still at the bar. Most of the patrons had left, leaving only a few of the regulars grinding on the dance floor, though most had moved on other rooms and were busy sucking and fucking the night away.

The lead biker walked over and patted Rod on the shoulder, "Hey buddy, this bitch is the hottest thing the boys and I have fucked in a long time. Sure we can't take him with us?"

"Nope, you know the rules Bill. He's gotta go back. Don't worry, you can play with him again some other time."

"There's nothing I can do to convince you otherwise? I mean, he's perfect, just what we've been looking for."

"Well, that's what the sign promised, but he's property of the club. I can't let you take him."

"Can I buy him?"

"He's not for sale. I'm sorry Bill, but he's gotta stay."

The biker turned to the gang and said, "Sorry boys, but Rod says we gotta leave him here."

The rest of the gang booed and cursed, but the biker leader shouted over them, "I know, I know, but it's the rules. And you gotta follow the rules in Pigtown, you all know that." The rest of the gang quieted down at that comment, and the leader dragged Jared back to the closet, pushed him in, and shut the door.

In the darkness, Jared felt clarity return to him slowly. He groped up and found the light switch, turning it on. Sure enough, in the mirror was what could only be described as a biker slut. The tattoos he had seen earlier went from his neck, all the way down to his wrists and ankles. He was covered in any number of designs, some purely decorative, and others depicting lewd sex acts. Across his chest in old English letters were the words "BIKER SLAVE". In addition, many piercings had appeared, from rings in his ears, to a septum in his nose and a PA in his dick. His head was shaved, but he had an inch long beard that was dark black, except for the cum remaining from his several facials and bits of shit from eating out the gang's asses.

Unable to help himself, he wiped all the cum he could out of his beard and ate it off his fingers, pulling on his nipple rings as he did. He was a biker slave, and he knew he was fucking hot, and he wished he could have stayed with his master. Looking at himself in the mirror, he felt his dick begin to stiffen again, and before he even knew what he was doing, he pulled a cigar and a lighter out of a pocket in his vest he hadn't noticed, lit it up, and took a deep inhale. Even though he had never smoked a cigar before, and even then, had only smoked a couple of cigarettes in the army, he wielded in like a pro, and started stroking his dick nice and slow, relishing the feel of it. His other hand found its way to his gaping asshole, and he poked a couple of fingers inside of it, sending waves of pleasure all around his body, imagining that it was his master slowing fucking him long and deep. It wasn't long before he had most of his hand crammed up his hole, and was stroking his dick as fast as he could, and blew his load all over the floor.

He quickly scooped up as much as he could with his hands, relishing the taste of cum and shit as he licked his fingers clean. He picked up his cigar again, now just a stub, and went back to admiring himself in the mirror. He knew that he had been Jared the private eye, ex military, woman conqueror, but he pushed that away from his mind. What he really wanted was to be on the open road, his master pushing him over the bike and raping his ass while he smoked a huge cigar. With a sigh of longing, and still massaging his spent cock, Jared drifted off into a fitful sleep.

Chapter 2-Hog the Janitor

Jared awoke the next morning to a knock on the door, which jarred him awake. A moment later, it opened, and daylight flooded in. He blinked for a moment or two, looked around him, and remembered where he was, and then looked up, and saw Rod standing over him, holding the door open. "Man, this thing does work good!" he said, "Just what I needed, a janitor."

Jared tried to push himself up, but what should have been easy took an extra bit of effort for a reason he couldn't quite grasp in his sleepy state, "God...what the fuck did you do to me?" he asked in a voice much deeper and scratchier than his old one.

"Why don't you look for yourself?" Rod said, and closed the door part way so Jared could see himself in the mirror, but he blinked at the image for a second, not really believing the reflection could be him. It certainly wasn't his old body, and definitely not the biker bitch from the night before, the thought of which made him shudder a little (mostly because he could still taste his master's cock and he wanted more). The man in the mirror must have been fifty or sixty years old, with long, unkempt gray hair and a long tangled beard that looked more like an oversized pubic bush. He was dressed in a dirty, stained wife beater that just covered his gut, and was tucked into a pair of ragged jeans held up by a pair of elastic braces. His arms had little to no muscle, being mostly fat, with a few faded saggy tattoos dotting them.

"What the fuck..." Jared said, looking down at himself, confirming that the mirror really was telling the truth, feeling his heavy gut and long beard. "What the fuck did you do to me?"

"Now now, there's no need to be rude. I needed a janitor, opened the door, and here you are. You are a janitor, aren't you?"

Another headache flashed through him, and a cascade of memories slammed into Jared's head, of cleaning lots of other bars and bathrooms and stores and places. "Well, of course...but, wait, I wasn't always a...what is going on?"

"I'm sure we can discuss it while you're cleaning the club. You like cleaning don't you? It's calming, and it's the only job a high school dropout like you could find."

Another headache, and Jared's head felt suddenly emptier, as though he had lost a bunch of stuff that had been in there before. But he did like cleaning, and it did make him feel good. "I guess we could do that. Where's the cleaning stuff?"

"Check behind you, in the closet."

Jared turned around, and sure enough, the closet had become a supply closet, full of cleaning supplies. He pulled out a mop and bucket, already full of water, and started mopping the floor. "How exactly did you do that? Wasn't that empty a second ago?"

Rod laughed, "Would you believe me if I told you it was magic?"

"You can't be serious," Jared replied as he continued mopping, already feeling better now that he was doing some cleaning. He liked making things clean, it made him happy.

"Actually, I am. How else would you explain what happened to you last night?"

"I guess so...but, why are you doing this to me?"

"You said you were looking for someone. I believe that the only way to become good at finding people, is to first understand what people are looking for."

"I don't quite understand what you mean, Rod. That is your name, right?"

"It is," Rod replied, "And I never did get yours."

"Jared. Jared Williamson."

"Jared? That's a bit of a pussy name, don't you think?"

Jared couldn't help but agree with Rod, and nodded. He'd never really cared much before, but now that Rod had pointed it out, it was a pretty lame name, and he'd never really liked it, not that it was real important. "You know, this floor is really dirty. You ever had this cleaned before?"

"Nah. Never wanted to do it myself, and never bothered finding someone to clean it for me. The patrons never complained about it, so I didn't really care. But now that you're here, we can at least get the top layer of gunk wiped off of things."

"If you can do magic, why not just magic it away?"

"If you could cast magic, would you waste your time cleaning things?"

Jared thought a bit, and then replied, "Yeah, I probably would. I like it when things are clean, always have."

Rod chuckled a bit, "Well, from your personal hygiene, it sure doesn't seem like you want to keep yourself clean."

Jared looked down at himself, and felt his mind hit a bit of a bump. "Huh...that is weird."

"You know what I think?" Rod said, "I think you like cleaning other things, but you love being dirty yourself. In fact, I bet you want to take all of this grime and spread it all over yourself, don't you?"

Jared felt his dick start to grow, and he moaned, "Oh yeah, that would be hot."

"Yeah, you love being dirty. In fact, you love it more than you love cleaning, don't you?"

"Totally."

"And you love other dirty men, don't you? Smelling and licking their pits, cleaning out their filthy asses, eating the gunk from between their toes. That's you dream sex, isn't it?"

Jared was rubbing himself through his jeans now, and he caught wind of a wonderful aroma coming from Rod, he sniffed a little, and shoved his nose into Rod's pit, "Yeah, dirty men like you totally turn me on."

Rod lifted his arm and he went to work, slobbering up and down, rubbing his face into the dirty, sweaty pit stink. "Yeah, you fucking pig, eat out that pit like you've been wanting to since you saw me. Fuck, you're good. Clean out the other one why don't ya?"

Jared switched over to the other side, and as he licked the other pit, he unzipped his fly, pulled out his dick and started stroking it. As he licked, Rod started talking to him in a low voice that was almost hypnotic. "You're such a fucking pig, you know that right? I bet you follow guys around just so you can try and get a whiff of their sweaty bodies. You love buses during rush hour, all those bodies crammed together, it's a total turn on. I can see you now, rubbing that short four inch dick in your dirty jeans, sitting next to some construction laborer who just got done working on the site. You're in hog heaven."

The scenario was driving Jared wild, and he didn't even notice his dick shrink in his hands as Rod spoke. He loved sucking pits, it made him so hot, and the smell of sweat drove him wild--he couldn't get enough of it. He could smell his own stench coming off of himself too, mixing with Rod's, making him even hotter. Suddenly, Rod spun around, pulled down his pants, and waved his bare ass in his face, "By the way, I forgot to wipe this morning. But I know you love the taste of shit. How about you wipe for me?"

Before Rod could finish, Jared was on his knees, burying his face into the shitty crack, and Rod hadn't been kidding about not wiping, because there was shit everywhere, and Jared couldn't eat it up fast enough.

Rod groaned, and continued his monologue as Jared ate the shit off his ass, "Yeah, you love a shitty ass. I bet you don't ever wipe yours either, and when you think people aren't watching, you love digging around for a piece to eat, don't you? It's your favorite snack, pieces of dried shit. Hell, I bet that you've even eaten turds you've found in the toilets, haven't you, you sick fuck?" Rod let out a huge fart in Jared's face, and he couldn't hold it in anymore, spraying cum from his dick all over the floor. Rod then turned around, stroked his dick a few times, and let a huge load fly all across Jared's shit covered face.

When he finished, Jared was about to scoop up some of it to eat, but Rod stopped him, "Nah, you don't want to eat that, do you? Think how much hotter it'll be if it dries in your beard."

"Damn, you're right. That would be hot."

"And you might want to get up the cum you shot on the floor too. Wouldn't want that to go to waste, would you?"

Without another thought, Jared ground his beard and face into the piles of cum, and came up with dirt and grime all over his face. "Fuck that was hot."

"Well, I think you know what you need to do to get this place clean," Rod said as he hoisted his pants back up and buckled his belt. I'll be back before nightfall, and I'd love for the club to be clean by then. You can manage that, can't you?"

"Sure. I'm the fastest janitor you've ever seen."

"And the nastiest."

Jared laughed, "Definitely the nastiest." He got back up and returned to mopping. "Don't you worry about a thing Rod, it'll all be clean by the time you get back."

As soon as Rod left, Jared took a moment to dig into the seat of his jeans, found a piece of semi dry shit, and ate it. After all Rod had been completely right, that was his favorite snack. Then he went right back to cleaning the room, working as fast as he could to get as much done as he could before Rod got back. After the front room and the bar were polished, Jared walked through the rest of the bar, to see how much had left to do, and found that the club was much larger than he expected. Past the room where he had played with the bikers the night before, licking his lips as he thought of their delicious assholes, he found that it split off into three directions. To the left he found what looked like a real working gym, complete with showers and a sauna. He stopped for a moment and took a few sniffs of the benches and found them still sweet with stale sweat, and he licked a few to see if he could get a taste of the men who had last used them, but they mostly tasted like bitter plastic, which he found unfortunate. Maybe that night he could take a trip through and find some pits to lick. Overall, the room could use a mopping, but was pretty clean, so he figured he could do that pretty quick. He got to work mopping the floor and wiping down the equipment, pausing a little longer to clean the urinals and toilet seats with his tongue, and eat a loose log he found floating in one of the bowls, wiping his fingers on his dirty shirt.

After taking care of the gym, he moved on to another branch, straight back from the bar, which smelled of leather and wood. Back there he found a series of rooms connected by dark hallways lit by dim red light. Some of the rooms had porno booths, with glory holes drilled between them, others were full of torture and bondage equipment, and there were a few rooms that were empty aside from a bare mattress on the floor and a lock for relative privacy. He cleaned the rooms as he went, at least wiping off the top layer of grime from all the surfaces, figuring that in the dark, not many people would care all that much. Overall, he was unsure how exactly everything fit into the small industrial building Jared had entered. The back section felt like a maze to him, and more than once, he swore that the rooms changed positions on him. But if Rod could work magic, why couldn't the building be magic too? It seemed reasonable, and he had never been the sharpest thinker, so he just kept his head down and kept cleaning.

It was almost four when he finished the back section, and as he arrived back in the front bar to get some more cleaning solution, he saw that Rod had returned, and was behind the bar, getting everything straightened away for the night.

"Hey Jared, nice job on everything up here, it looks nice. I think everyone will like it."

"Thanks Rod. Glad I could help. I got the gym cleaned, and I think I got to most of the back rooms, but I'm not sure. It was hard to keep myself straight back there."

Rod laughed, "Well of course it is, cause you aren't very straight!"

"Ha ha," Jared mocked, "but seriously, I think the rooms were moving as I worked. It was odd."

"Well," Rod replied, "They do move in fact. I made them that way. Magic, remember?"

"I figured as much."

"Anyway, I'm going to be opening soon, so you'd better get back in the closet. Wouldn't want some lucky client to be disappointed, would you?"

"I guess not, but I don't really like it in there. It's kind of cramped."

"Well, I can make it a bit bigger for ya I suppose." Rod said, pointed at the closet door, and it suddenly slammed shut. "Go take a look."

Jared went over and opened the door, and found that, in addition to the room being a bit bigger, there was also a small mattress against one wall. "Thanks Rod, that's a lot better."

"No problem. Hey, before you head in, I've been thinking. I don't think Jared's really your name, is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I just don't think anyone has ever called you Jared. Don't they always call you Hog? I think that's a much better name for you, don't you agree?"

"I never thought about it, but that is my name, isn't it?" Hog said, as he scratched his head, "Don't know how I could have forgotten."

"Eh, you're not too bright. It happens."

"I suppose. You gonna shut the door for me Rod?"

"Sure."

Hog stepped into the room, and the door closed behind him, leaving him in a slightly larger room, though the back of the door was still mirrored, and the light hadn't gotten any better. Suddenly bored, he picked in his crack again for another morsel, but couldn't find any. "Damn," he said to himself, "All out. Better dig at the source then."

He pulled the braces off his shoulders and pulled his pants down, leaving his smelly shirt on. With an index finger, he dug into his asshole, getting it good in wet, then brought the brown finger to his nose, and took a deep breath. "Ah yeah, that's the good stuff," he said, and then sucked his fingers clean. Then he sat down on the bed facing the mirror, and started stroking his tiny dick, looking at his dirty body and shit crusted beard. With his spare hand, he dug into his ass again, bringing forth another filthy finger to suck on. Watching himself moan as he sucked on that dirty finger really got him going, and he blew another load all over his wife beater, which he ground deep into the fabric, and then laid back on the mattress and picked pieces of shit from his beard to eat. Outside, he heard the music turn on, and figured the club had opened. He wondered if anyone was using the gym yet, getting their pits all wet with sweat, or all the sweaty bodies on the dance floor. He took a whiff from his own pits, but it wasn't very satisfying, he wanted something fresh.

Chapter 3-Ass Pig

As Hog was digging into his ass again, looking for something to eat, he heard a voice outside the door. "Come on Rod, you really expect me to believe you?"

You'll never know if you don't open the door. If I'm wrong, you can always laugh at me later, how about that?"

"I'll be laughing at myself more likely. Alright, let's see what we got here."

The knob turned, and Jared immediately felt a level of clarity return as Hog receded into the back of his mind, and he shook his head, trying to get his old memories sorted out. But before everything sorted itself out, the figure in the doorway whistled, "We'll he's certainly as hot as I wanted. But is he a belly man?"

"Why don't you ask him?"

Jared looked up and saw a figure even larger than Rod dominating the doorway. Jared guessed he must weigh as much as 400 pounds, if not more. He was shirtless, but wore jeans a little too tight, causing the fat to spill over them , except for where two incredibly taught rainbow braces broke through, trying to hold his pants up against the force. The man had what looked like a triple chin, and almost no neck, the folds of his face cascading into his chest and two enormous man boobs. "Well? Like what you see? From that gleam in your eyes, I'd have to say you do." And with that, what had been curiosity burgeoned into full on lust for that huge hairy belly in front of him. Jared picked himself up, noticing that his dirty clothes and gut had been replaced by lightly furred muscle and tight jeans without a shirt. He reached out and rubbed the man's belly. It was soft and pliable, and extremely arousing, "Damn, you got a nice belly," he heard himself say.

"Well Rod, I gotta hand it to you, you were right."

"I told you. Just put him back when you're done." Rod said, and walked off, leaving the two of them alone in the doorway.

Jared had started playing with the belly with both hands, marveling at its size, and feel. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and something about it was just so erotic. "You really like that gut, don't you?"

"It's fantastic."

The fat man laughed, "You muscle boys are all the same. Working out all the time, but always lusting after the bigger men, isn't that right. You just want to lick and love our big bellies don't you?"

Memories started arising from the recesses of his mind again, long hours at the gym, and casting longing glances at all of the fat men he saw every day, desperately wanting to know what it was like to let yourself go like that. To have all of that flesh just hang in front of him, and all the room and attention it garnered. He pulled the belly closer to him and said, "Hell yeah, I've been dreaming about fat men since I was sixteen, and yours...yours is fucking heaven."

"Really boy?" The man pushed Jared into the wall with his gut, pinning him there. Jared groaned from the pressure, and explored every crevice of the gut holding him to the wall, aware that his dick was painfully hard. "Fucking heaven? Come here," he said, and shoved Jared face in between his huge man boobs, "See what you think of these."

Jared felt his dick start to leak wetting the front of his jeans with precum. And unable to help himself, he stuck out his tongue and started licking in the crevice, working his way across and taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking on it until heard the man moan. "Damn! I guess you really are a belly boy." The man pulled back, looked down and saw the wet spot on Jared's dream and laughed, "especially if that's all it took to get some cum out of you."

Jared blushed a little, but the man put his arm around him, pulling him close, "Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of! You ought to be proud of your belly love. Besides, I got something that'll make your day." The man lead him over to a table, around which three other men with waists all rivaling the first chub's. "Hey guys! I got us a toy for the night. It's a real belly-loving muscle boy." He pushed Jared forward and said to him, "Now get under the table and do what you do best. We need to get some dinner in us before we play properly." Jared crawled under the table, and immediately started pawing and massaging all of the bellies around him in turn, loving the different feel of each.

One of them was smooth with barely a hair on it, with a big belly button he could stick his whole tongue in. Another was a tight ball, like a beach ball, and he loved massaging it until it would give a little. The third was like a bowl of jello, and he could massage one side and watch the ripples travel all around. Eventually, the first man reached under and pulled up his gut, inviting Jared to crawl over, unzip his fly and haul out his dick and suck on it a little, and pretty soon, he was sucking on all of the dicks in turn, never getting them hot enough to cum, but just enough to bring out a few food muffled moans from above the table. After he heard the clank of silverware hitting the table, the chairs pushed back and Jared crawled back out from under the table. All the chubs were rubbing their stomachs, letting out the occasional belch.

"Well Mike, I think that Jed and I are gonna head home. The little muscle bitch got me all hot and bothered, but I really want some fat sex tonight," the smooth belly said, and winked at over at the hairy one, who gave him an affectionate belly rub.

"Aww, what about you Carl? You want to stay and play?"

"Sorry man, I'm stuffed, and I've never been much for the muscle types like you. Besides, I got work tomorrow."

"Man, none of you guys are any fun," Mike said, and then turned to Jared, "Well, looks like I got you to myself tonight. How about we head somewhere a bit more private?" He waved goodbye to his chub friends as they left, and then walked with Jared to the back of the club, Jared rubbing his belly the whole time. "Ya know boy, I'm not usually into muscled types like you, but you're just so cute I don't know what to do with you. Well, I know a few things," he bent over as they walked and whispered the last bit into his ear, "how about I plow that ass of yours? I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

Jared moaned a little, and Mike opened a door which led to an empty private room. They both went in, and Mike locked it behind them. "Go ahead and strip boy, and let's see the rest of you." Jared quickly shucked his pants, his dick hard and throbbing, about eight inches long. His legs were just as hairy as his torso, but he was more focused on the enormous man in his company. "Damn boy that's quite a dick! I always hate it when muscle boys got a bigger dick than me." Mike said, and both of them watched as Jared's dick suddenly contracted to a modest five inches, "Did that really just happen?"

Jared just looked down and said, "Did what happen?" To him his dick had always been five inches, but Mike knew what he had seen.

"You know, you must be a total bottom with that three inch dick." Mike said, and watched as the dick reduced even further, "Ya have a nice ball sack though, looks to be the size of a grapefruit. I bet your loads are huge." and with that, his sack grew, the combination looking almost comical. "Yeah, I know. I've always felt weird about it, but I still get some use out of it occasionally. But what I want right now is your fat crushing me on that mattress," he said, and pulled Mike over towards it, who spun around and sat down on it, raising both ends off the ground an inch or two. "We'll get there, but I want to have some more fun with you first. How about you continue that job you were doing under the table?" Mike pulled down his braces, and laid back, allowing Jared easier access to his dick, which he leapt upon, rubbing Mike's belly as he sucked. As he went to town, Mike began talking to him, watching the changes that slowly went across Jared's body. "Ya know, it's a shame you stopped working out, it looks like you've started putting on a bit of a gut. But that's what you've always wanted to do, isn't it? Trade in all of those muscles for a big belly like mine. You just couldn't stand another day as a hot muscle boy, and now you've let yourself go all to pot, haven't you?"

Jared moaned, and felt his hand drift down to his own growing gut, and pinch his nipples, his pecs just starting to lose some of the definition he had trained into them for years, but recently he just hadn't been satisfied with his body like he had when he was young and just starting to workout. Now, he wanted to be like the chubs he saw in the bars he frequented, begging them to fuck him, imagining what it would be like to be one of them. But now, he was determined to find out.

"But it looks like that was about a year ago, wasn't it? And you've been doing anything you can to pack on the pounds. Sure, you have a nice gut going, and your man tits are starting to fill out, but it's not enough is it? You want a huge gut, no, an apron, falling off of you, with huge rolls under your arms, pushing your arms out a little, your fat thighs rubbing together as you walk, making you waddle, a gunt so big it swallows your tiny dick so you can't even find it anymore." Jared almost felt like his gut was growing as he spoke, and he remembered all he had done the last year. All the fat shakes he had eaten, sitting on the couch for days on end, doing as little physical activity as he could, but it wasn't enough to get him where he wanted to be.

"You see, it was your metabolism, wasn't it? You could burn calories like no one's business, and you hate it. Everything you ate, and you saw so little progress on your waist line, it frustrated you. You hated your body, and that you had to fight it to get what you wanted, so you tricked it. You found some pills online that promised to slow your metabolism permanently, and you bought them, and it worked, it worked well."

Jared felt his gut hit the floor as Mike spoke, and his man tits grew out into large mounds of soft flesh. His neck expanded, gaining another two chins, and soon, he was even bigger than Mike, and he loved it, this was the body he had always wanted.

"But there were side effects, weren't there? First, you noticed that your hair was falling out. Pretty soon, you were completely smooth all over, except for extreme MPB on your head, just a little tuffy fringe, but you like it, because it makes you look older. You didn't even mind when it turned grey. The perpetual acne is a bit of a nuisance, but that's the price you pay I suppose. And your dick doesn't get hard anymore, not that it ever could get out of your gunt anyway. That doesn't bother you much though, because all you want is to suck fat men's dicks and feel their long cocks up your ass. In fact, you love your ass so much, you keep a dildo in it all the time, just so you can be ready for a fuck at any time. Your favorite one is the one you have in now, a dildo meant for two, but you just leave the other half hanging out so you can fuck yourself in the ass, and as you walk around the club, other guys will give it a few thrusts for you."

Unable to help himself, Jared reached around and found the rubber end, and shoved a few more inches in, giving a moan, wishing Mike would hurry up and fuck him. He pulled off, and said to Mike, "You going to fuck me, or not?"

"Sure get your fat ass on the mattress pig. Say, that's a good name for you, Ass Pig. Don't you agree, Ass Pig?"

Ass Pig nodded, sending his chins jiggling, and the crawled onto the mattress, loving how the springs creaked under him, and how his apron brushed against it as he crawled. He couldn't believe that just a year ago he had been a buff muscle bear, and now he was this soft smooth chub, begging anyone he could to give him a good fucking. Mike got behind him, and gave the dildo a few thrusts, causing Ass Pig to moan in anticipation of the load he was about to receive. "That ain't right, Ass Pig, everyone in the club knows that you don't moan, you oink and squeal like a pig when you're fucked. It makes you feel so hot and sexy, and all the guys get a kick out of it." Ass Pig let out a few snorts of approval, and Mike sped up his dildo work a little. "I think you're ready Ass Pig, don't you? You want my dick in you, don't you?"

Ass Pig squealed in delight, and Mike pulled out the dildo, and quickly shoved in his own dick, and Ass Pig bucked back, oinking the whole time. Watching the change take place was just too much for Mike, who shot his load after just a few thrusts, much to Ass Pig's disappointment, who had been hoping for a longer ride. "Don't tell me that's all you got *snort*. I was hoping for a bit more..."

"Hey, don't worry Ass Pig, I got something else for you to sit on," Mike said, and inserted his first two fingers into Ass Pig's gaping hole, making him shiver, "Yeah, even more than dicks, you love having fists in your ass, don't you?" he said, and Ass Pig squealed in excitement, as Mike lubed up his hand and wrist from the lube tube by the bed, and slowly pushed his other fingers in, until his whole hand was swallowed by Pig's clenching ass, and he oinked and squealed uncontrollably. "You love fat men the best too, because our arms are nice and thick. In fact, this is the only way to get your rocks off, with a huge meaty forearm shoved up your ass," Mike said as he pushed half is arm in up Ass Pig's chute, "All someone has to do is dig around a little for your tiny, soft dick, give it a little rub, and you shoot your huge load from these giant balls." Mike reached up and dug through Ass Pig's huge gunt until he found his tiny dick, pulled on it a few times, and was awarded with a loud squeal from Ass Pig and a flood of cum in huge spurts, and Ass Pig collapsed onto the mattress, exhausted, Mike's hand still buried in his ass, massaging his prostate until he was sure he had nursed out ever squirt he could, and then slid his arm out, covered in shit and lube.

"And of course, to thank everyone who fucks and fists you, you always clean them up after don't you? You love the smell and taste of your own ass."

"Of course *snort* bring it over here."

Mike put his arm in front of Ass Pig's face, and he promptly started licking it clean, snorting as he did, and when that was wiped clean of all shit by his tongue, he got started on Mike's dick too. When he was all finished, Mike hauled his pants up, turned around and saw that Ass Pig was licking up his own cum that had sprayed on the mattress. Mike, laughing, walked back over and reinserted Ass Pig's dildo as far as he could into the sloppy hole, and Ass Pig grunted in thanks. And Mike turned to leave, but Ass Pig got up and followed him to the door snorting with desire.

"Hey, *grunt* is that all you're gonna do? Come on, I know you want more of this ass."

"Hey, I'm done with you, but with the way you're advertising with those tattoos, and that leather, I'm sure you'll find someone else to play with. Take a look yourself," Mike said, pointing to a mirror on the wall.

Ass Pig took a look, and saw what Mike was talking about, and couldn't understand how he had forgotten. In big black letters across his stomach were the words ASS PIG, which is how he had gotten his name in the first place. He also knew that on his back he had the words FIST HERE and an arrow pointing towards his ass. In addition, a leather harness had appeared on his body cutting into his belly, causing the fat to spill from it lewdly, with two rings around his nipples holding back his passive man tits. He also had a think leather collar around his neck, and knew that he had a leash connected to it hanging down his back, which anyone could grab if they wanted him. He reached around and grabbed his dildo, loving how hot he looked, and gave it a few pumps while pulling on his tits, getting himself primed for the rest of the night, and Mike left, snickering, amazed at what he had done with a few suggestions.

Eventually, Ass Pig exited the room, and waddled down the hall, and came to a room filled with a bunch of leather men working over some slaves strapped to some tables and crosses, and group of fat skinheads over in the corner gathered around a gimp in full leather caught his attention, and he wandered over, hoping they might shove their fat arms and dicks up his ass. One of them saw him coming, and got his friends to look, and they all looked at him with lewd grins, rubbing their long, hard dicks. "How about we give our gimp a break and have some fun with Ass Pig guys?"

"Just shove your fat arms up my fucking chute *grunt* and you can do whatever you want," Ass Pig said, and bent over a sawhorse.

The leader of the gang stepped up and started pumping Ass Pig's dildo a little, and inspected the hole, seeing that it was already used, "Damn boy's this pig's already been really active! I bet he does this every night. Too bad we ain't got a pig like this in our crew. I bet you'd love to be a skin pig, huh?"

"Oh yeah, just use me sir, anything you want," Ass Pig said, and then squealed as the lead skin pushed his dildo in as far as he could.

"I'd love to pig, but you aren't decorated enough for us. You'd need a few more piercings to start, and of course a few tattoos..." the leader said, and then trailed off, as he watched rings appear in Ass Pig's ears, and colorful designs twined around his body, the most blatant being new words across his back, "SKIN PIG."

Ass of the skin heads looked at each other, wondering if they had all seen the same thing, eventually the leader came around to Ass Pig's front, who said, "Come on fucker *snort* fuck me already! Use me like the pig I am, I'm so hot for your fucking fists."

The leader saw that numerous piercings had appeared in Ass Pig's face as well, including a very large septum, and a chain connecting it to a ring in his ear. "Shut the fuck up pig, you know pigs don't speak."

Immediately Ass Pig's protests were replaced with mute begging, thrusting his ass back towards the skinheads, making them laugh with glee, "Can't we fuck the pig now? He's getting me all excited." One of them said, rubbing his dick through his pants.

"Go ahead boys, have at him, but I'm gonna have a little fun up here for a moment," the leader said, and one of them stepped up and slammed his dick in Ass Pig's sloppy hole, while the leader talked to him, "Hey Ass Pig, I'm gonna fuck your mouth, you want that, don't ya? You'll do anything for a piece of skinhead dick. You've been sucking off every gang you've been able to find, the nastier and fatter the better. One gang even removed all of your teeth to make your mouth pussy better, and with your broken voice box, you can only grunt and squeal like a pig. But that's alright, isn't it? You're just a slobbering retarded idiot who can only think about where your next skinhead cock is coming from. Now open up and suck my dick."

What little glimmer of intelligence that remained behind Ass Pig's eyes died away as the leader shoved his dick into his mouth, which he greedily suckled at, eager for any skinhead he could get, the rest of the gang gathering around and pulling on his nipples or slapping his flesh. The skinheads all took turns raping his eager holes, and then started shoving their unlubed fists up his ass, much to Ass Pig's instinctual delight. All he could think about anymore was sex, and how good it felt having his hole being pounded into oblivion.

Seeing their leader, the other skinheads all took turns adding features to Ass Pig as well, one of them actually elongating his nose and flattening it to a snout. By the end of it, Ass Pig was covered head to toe with violent sexual tattoos, had gained another hundred pounds, and had enough metal on him to set of a metal detector. Eventually, three skins gathered around him and shoved all three of their fists into him, and he came without even touching himself, emptying his huge load down his legs, much to the amusement of the gang. When all of them were finished, they had Ass Pig clean off all their instruments, and then helped him stand up, but one last comment fixed that, "Hey Ass Pig, you're such an animal, you don't walk upright like us, you crawl!"

The other skins all jeered as Ass Pig immediately dropped to his knees, and the skins shoved his dildo back into his gaping ass, slapped him on the cheek and sent him off, laughing as he crawled back to the front of the club, looking for another skin to fill his ass, but the club was nearly empty.

At the front, Rod did a double take, "Man, Mike said he had done a number on you, but I didn't realize how much! I think you're probably done for the night." Rod helped him into the closet and shut the door for him, and immediately Ass Pig released his ass, letting out a loud splattery fart and flooding the room with the smell of cum and shit which made him feel at home. He licked the splatter off the mirror and floor, and then went and slumped down on his mattress. He saw at the head of the bed within easy reach his collection of dildos, and he rummaged around for one of his other favorites, and the only thing that might fit him right now, the cannon. About three times thicker than a can of beer, and almost three times as long, he put it at the entrance of his aching hole and pushed it in as far as he could, then rolled over onto his back, feeling it settle in the rest of the way from his own weight. He reached over and picked up his long dildo, cleaned it off, and returned it to the bucket, and started massaging his fatty rolls. He loved being fat, it was so much better than being a muscle freak. He finally had the body he had always wanted. He rolled over towards the mirror, and admired his rolls in the mirror, barely contained by the leather straps crossing his body, and the numerous tattoos and piercings, loving how freakish he looked. He reached under, looking for his dick, but knew he probably wouldn't find it in the mass of fat his groin had become, but that thought alone was almost hotter than rubbing that puny thing. However, he really was exhausted, and couldn't muster up any more energy. Happily rubbing his full belly, he fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.

The Man You Are Looking For by Wesley Bracken

Chapter 4-Jared

Ass Pig woke with a snort the next morning, his rolls of fat cascading all over, and he wondered how long he had slept. He lied still for a moment, just thinking about his mass, and how good it felt to feel all of this flesh falling off of him. He could feel the cannon still safely lodged in his ass, and figuring he should give his hole a break for a moment, he reached around and grabbed the handle, pulling it out with a sucking sound, leaving a still open, slippery hole behind. He cleaned it off with his tongue, and returned in to the bucket, and wished he could fit his arm around to feel his open hole, but knew he would never be able to reach. With nothing to do until, Ass Pig sat around playing with his fat for a while longer, so happy with himself that he had decided to invest in that Metaboslow. Sure, the acne was unsightly, but he loved his smooth skin, and how easy it had been to pile on the pounds after the treatment. Now, he could just rub his belly whenever he wanted, and for the first time he felt comfortable with who he was.

He didn't even notice the door open, revealing Rod in the doorway, and suddenly Jared looked around and saw that he was back to normal. Shocked, he didn't even register what was going on for a moment, until he looked up and saw Rod smirking at him, at which point he leapt up and tried to rush him, "I'll make you pay for this shit asshole!" but before he could even get close, he stopped in his tracks. He tried to throw a punch, but it was like his muscles wouldn't obey him.

"You didn't really expect me to just let you do whatever you want, did you?" Rod said, "That would have been pretty stupid, and I didn't get to where I am by being stupid."

"Fucking asshole! I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Jared yelled, still trying to inflict something upon Rod, but his body just stood there, unresponsive.

"Listen, I thought you might deserve a break for a moment, given the thorough working over you received last night, but I can always put you back in the closet and bring Hog back out. You wanna spend the rest of the day licking toilets again?"

"You can't do this to me! This is fucking illegal."

"My friend, they don't even have laws concerning what I've done to you."

Jared took a step back, and found that his body suddenly worked, and instead sprinted towards the open door to the bar, but he hit the threshold like it had been a wall, and stumbled back. "Ow! Fuck. Let me out you fat fuck!"

"It's not that simple Jared."

"Fuck you."

"Look, all I want to have is a little talk, that's all," Rod said, motioning towards a table which was graced with two seats and a bucket of cold beer, "Or I can send you back in if you prefer. Or I can just manipulate you here and now."

"No you can't."

Rod grinned, "It's really hot in here, isn't it Jared. So fucking hot."

Jared felt his body heat rising, and sweat stains immediately appeared under his pits. He wiped his face with the collar, but didn't know what to do.

"You don't know why you wore all those clothes on such a hot day, but you'd better take them off, all of them."

Just eager to get away from the heat, Jared threw his clothes off into a pile on the floor, and pretty soon he was standing there buck naked, and the heat disappeared.

"And you thought I couldn't do what now?"

Jared looked down at himself, then at his clothes, and cursed to himself. He bent down to pick up his pants, but the heat swept back over him until he dropped them. "Come on, at least let me get dressed."

"I don't think so. Not until we've had our little talk. Maybe this will teach you a little humility, which you desperately need." Rod walked over and pulled out a chair for Jared, and then sat down across from him, and handed him a beer. Jared eyed it warily, and didn't even open it. "Go ahead, it's not poison."

"I'll pass."

"Suit yourself," Rod said, and took a sip of his own. "So here's how this'll work. I want to play a game with you Jared."

"What, and if I win, you let me go?"

"Nothing that important I'm afraid. Besides, I can't actually free you. No, this will be a variation of truth or dare. Each of us will take turns and ask each other a question, with one catch. If you lie the light next to us will flash, and that person will be changed by the other person, but I never lie, so that last part only applies to you."

"How can I trust you?"

"Well, I suppose you can't. But what other choice do you have? Here, you can start."

Jared looked warily at Rod for a moment, and then asked, "Why won't you let me go?"

"Well, like I said, I can't. I may have started the magic binding you, but I'm afraid the only person who can release you is you. That's how magic works I'm afraid. Now my turn. Let's start with an easy one. Where are you from?"

"I was born in Denver Colorado. My family moved out here when I was ten or so. How am I supposed to free myself?"

"I'm afraid I must give you another unsatisfactory answer, because I don't really know. I do know, that if you don't take the opportunity when it comes, you won't get another chance. I can certainly help you figure out how to escape."

"But you're the one who put me here!"

"I did, but that doesn't mean I don't want you to know how. Half the fun of magic is watching people try to avoid succumbing to the magic, but I don't know the rules of your spell. Pigtown cast this one all on its own, and it wanted you. That's why the room appeared when it did, and why you ended up in it, well that, and I pushed you. Next question: Why were you looking for Barry Jackson?"

"It was a job. His wife wanted me to find him."

"You take every job a despondent wife throws at you?"

"Hey, I needed the money," Jared said, and the light flashed and beeped, and Rod tisked at him.

"You should be more careful, I'll call that your freebie."

"It was true though!"

"But not the real truth, not the real reason you took a shitty job and went diving in one of the more depraved bars in town to find him."

"Ok fine. The woman had a lead, and I figured I might as well check it out. I didn't know this was a gay bar--and if I had, I probably would have just figured that Mr. Jackson had gone to the other side, but there's more to the story, isn't there? What do you know about Mr. Jackson?"

"I know he came here by accident. I know that he ended up on the wrong side of Pigtown."

"What do you mean, 'the wrong side of Pigtown'?"

"Let's just say that you too are on the wrong side of Pigtown. Is that clear enough? I don't know what happened to him specifically, as I told Hog yesterday, I created this place, but it has a mind of its own now. Anyway, my turn again. How many times had you gone homo before you ended up here?"

"None." Jared said quickly, and the light flashed and beeped, and Jared cursed.

"I think you would look really hot with a full beard Jared, nicely trimmed though, but good and thick." Jared's face started itching, and he reached up and felt hair growing thick on his previously smooth face. "So, it's a number greater than zero. Care to answer again."

Rubbing his face, Jared sighed, his face turning red as he answered, "I don't know. Three or four that I remember, back when I was in the army. How exactly did you do that?"

"Magic. That was a waste of a question."

"There's no such thing as magic."

Rod indicated his light, which had done nothing, "Guess I'm not lying, so magic must exist. Hog seemed pretty willing to believe it yesterday, but he's pretty dumb isn't he? My turn again. What are you looking for in life Jared?"

"Isn't that kind of a big question?"

"Long or short answers are acceptable, as long as they're true."

Jared was silent for a moment, and then replied, "I don't really know what I'm looking for I guess, I mean, the army was good for me--" there was a beep, and Rod interrupted him.

"How about a nice pelt to go with that beard? Go on."

Jared felt the same itch spread across his body, but there was nothing he could do about it, so he continued on, "Ok, I had joined it out of boredom really, after high school, and with no real prospects I figured it was the best thing I could do. It was awful, suffice it to say. The sex was the high point really."

"Even the gay stuff?"

Jared glanced at the light, and then continued, "Yes, even the gay stuff, I guess. But when I got out, I still had no idea what I was doing, no prospects, just a bunch of shitty memories of shooting kids in the Middle East. I thought about suicide, but I didn't really want to do it--" the light flashed again, "Alright alright, I was scared shitless at the thought."

"Sorry, but your nipple piercings look nice. Why don't you play with them a little?"

Unable to stop himself, he gave the rings that had just appeared a twist, and felt his dick harden a little. He quickly returned to his story, trying to keep his mind off pleasuring himself. "So I couldn't kill myself, and I was depressed, so I called one of those little community colleges, those ads you see on TV late at night, and enrolled in their criminal justice program, and ended up as a private investigator."

"That's all fine and good, but I asked what you were looking for, not for your life story," Rod replied.

"I guess I'm just looking for...a purpose I guess. The army gave me one for a little while, but not one I'm very proud of. I just want a reason to do something. I feel like I'm just drifting in an empty void, and just doing things, but without any real emotion. Is that good enough?"

"I think so. Your question. And you can let go now if you want."

Jared let go, glad for the break, and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for someone who disappeared. His name is Micah."

"That's all? A man? That's pretty boring."

"Trust me, Micah is anything but boring. He's the man who taught me magic."

"You can teach people magic? I thought it was innate, like Harry Potter."

"Well, its innate for some people, but anyone can learn. Most people just don't care to. It can drive an average guy pretty crazy."

"Like you?"

"It takes a certain kind of dirty, sadistic maniac to run the nastiest club in town, don't you think?"

"When you put it that way, it makes sense."

"My turn now. You have a wife? Girlfriend? Kids? Coworkers? Anyone looking for you?"

"No woman in my life, and no kids. I work alone. No real friends. Some old war buddies I talk to occasionally, but no one would find it odd that I just disappeared. Vets tend to disappear."

"An unfortunate fact of our world. Your turn."

"How am I supposed to know when I can escape?"

"I wish I could tell you, but I can't. I think it's a bit unfair when the players don't know all the rules themselves, but it's Pigtown who's pulling your strings. It's not like those people found your door by accident. The club guides people over there, people who are looking for someone. I think, that if you look around a little, you'll probably find out more than talking to me. But before you do, I have one more question. Who did you like being the most, Biker Slave, Hog or Ass Pig, and why?"

"What kind is question is that?"

"One that satisfies my nasty curiosity. So which is it?"

"I hated all of them!" Jared yelled, and the light flashed.

"How about a septum ring to go with those nipples?"

Shocked, Jared reached up and found a new ring in his nose. He spun it, but couldn't find a break, as though it was a solid piece of metal.

"Now, which one was it?"

"It was Biker Bitch."

"Why?"

"Because..." Jared gulped and turned red in the face, "Do I really have to say it?"

"I asked you the question, so you have to answer."

Jared looked at the light, and replied slowly, choosing his words carefully, "It was...part of it was that, for the first time, I felt confident, and sure of myself, and I knew I was the hottest guy in that room, and that everyone wanted me. But I had a purpose, I was there to serve all my brothers, and my master, and I felt complete when I was with him, and...and I loved it, and I miss it."

"Feel better?"

"A little."

"Well, you're welcome to look around a little and see what you can find, but I have some advice for you before you do. You see, like I've said, this place has a mind, and it has a soul, and it's not the nicest place, so I suggest you be careful. Of course, you're a part of this place too, so that should keep you somewhat safe, but that also makes you more susceptible to its power." "What do you mean I'm a part of this place?"

"Tell me Jared, have you eaten anything these past two days? Had anything to drink? Gone to the bathroom?"

"No...that's...kind of odd."

"That's because you're not really human anymore, just a reflection of this club, and one part of its consciousness. It feeds on sexual energy, and you are helping it gather that energy, and feeding it too, with yours."

"That sounds like something out of a horror story."

"Well, let's just say you don't really want to see this place on Halloween. I gotta run some errands, just be back in the closet before the club opens."

"I'm not going in there."

"Jared," Rod said, looking him in the eye, "I could make you, but I don't really want to, and I have a feeling the club is going to want you back in there soon enough. My suggestion? The more you fight it, the worse it will be," and with that, he turned around and left through the door, leaving Jared alone in the club. He immediately walked over and put his clothes back on, and they no longer burned him, and then tried the door again. He could open it, but no part of his body could cross the threshold. Frustrated, he stuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and set out to walk through the club, looking for anything that might help. He walked through the sling room again, and turned right this time to look through the section he hadn't toured as Hog while cleaning the club. The first room was of similar size to the sling room, but full of bathtubs and shower stalls with drains but no heads. The whole room smelled vaguely of piss, and he could feel Hog inside of him wanting to lick out all those tubs and their urine rings. He moved on quickly to another room, and found what looked like a big mudroom, with a pit of dirt and grime in the middle, and what looked like turds in piles around the room. Looking around him, it was suddenly too much to handle, and he could feel Hog within him wrestling control away from him. He could feel his beard and hair lengthening, and his gut starting to expand, and the desire to eat all the shit he could find welling up in him, and he sprinted from the room as fast as he could, back to the front bar, where he tried to get a hold of himself.

In the mirror behind the bar, he could see an odd mixture between his old self and Hog, the beard longer than Rod grew it, and starting to grey, what had been a solid six pack suddenly covered by a layer of fat. Even his jeans and shirt had gotten dirtier. He leaned over the bar, and suddenly smelled the stink from his pits, and he felt Hog rise up a little more, and he moaned, but tried to resist the urge. He sat down on the bar stool, and tried to focus on Jared, his own history, and trying to find a way out. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the changes had reversed, although Rod's modifications had remained. Taking Rod's warning to heart, he walked back, keeping a lid on all his other personalities as best he could. He reentered the bathtub room, and pushed Hog away with a few deep breaths. He had already seen the mud room, so he tried a few more doors, and found one room with a gated pit, and one ladder on the side for people to climb down, the bottom of which looked incredibly dirty and disgusting, and delicious, he felt Hog think, but shoved the thought away, walked around the pit, and through another door, and found himself back in the mud room.

"But, that doesn't make any sense," he said to himself, looking around, and seeing just one other door on the opposite side of the room, "How did I end up back here?" He felt his stomach turn as Hog tried to surface again, but he contained it, barely, and backed up into a shut door. He spun around, tried to open it, but it had locked itself from the other side. He was trapped. He started to hyperventilate, breathing in more of the room's stench, and he could feel Hog rising to the surface again. He tried the knob again, but it still wouldn't open. "Let me out, god damn it! I'm not going to eat your fucking shit!"

He heard the room groan around him, almost like it was laughing, or growling. Jared turned around and saw the other door on the other side of the room, and he quickly ran around the pit in the middle, feeling his beard lengthening and becoming grayer, his gut slowly ballooning out over his jeans. The new weight threw him off balance as he turned a corner, and slipped on something wet on the ground, sending him sprawling to the floor, skidding through various bodily fluids, and he couldn't take it anymore. He was just, so, dirty.

Hog rolled around for a while, just wallowing in the stench of the room, rubbing his full belly, and taking deep long smells of his over ripe pits. He reached down into his pants, digging for some shit, but couldn't find any, not that it mattered in this room. Looking over, he saw the mud pit, and couldn't hold back any more. He stumbled up, and waded out into the calf deep mud, loving the stench of what could well have been raw sewage. He saw a turd on the ground, and fell on his hands and knees, eating it as quickly as he could, loving the taste and crunch of it in his mouth. He laid back, hauled his dick out of his pants, scooping up a handful of muddy shit for lube, his other hand picking up handfuls of mud and slathering himself with it. He grabbed another turd and stuffed as much as he could in his mouth, and shot his dirty load all over his body, moaning and groaning with his mouth full of shit as he did.

Slowly, in the orgasmic bliss, Jared felt Hog sink back, and he stumbled up, still covered in shit, mud and cum. He stumbled over to the door, and saw words engraved on the door:

"I own you, Hog --Pigtown"

Trying not to think about that too hard, given that the words hadn't been there earlier, he quickly left the room and stumbled through the club to the shower room in the gym, where he washed off the worst of the grime from his body. He didn't even both putting his clothes back on, opting instead to just toss them in the trash. He returned to the front bar, where he saw the bucket of beers still sitting on the table, the ice unmelted, even though he had been walking around for over an hour. He sat down and popped one open, drinking in down in a few swigs, thankful that it was killing the taste of shit in his mouth. He put down the empty can, and opened another. When he was about halfway through his third can, Rod lumbered back in through the door.

"This place is fucking evil," Jared said to Rod, still nursing a beer.

Rod chuckled, "That bad, eh? I told you to be careful."

"It trapped me in that...mudroom until Hog came out, and then I promptly ate a bunch of shit and rolled around in the mud until I jacked off, returned to normal and could get out of there. But the scariest part, was the fact that these words appeared on the door, 'I own you Hog.' This whole place is fucking evil."

"Man, I wish I had been around to see that!"

Jared coughed on his beer, "I thought you wanted to help me get out of here!"

"I never said that Jared. I said I wanted you to know the rules. Big difference. That way I can craft the most intricate obstacles I can imagine for you to try and overcome."

"What the fuck...I thought you were on my side!"

"Why? Because I gave you a break today? I was feeling nice, not merciful. Big difference. If you're going to get out of here, you'll have to do it on your own. It's the only way you'll learn. Besides, I think Hog is one hot piece of man! That was some really hot sex we had yesterday. It's making me hot just thinking about it."

"You're sick."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Depraved, sick, sadistic, I've heard it all, but unlike you, I don't care. I like it." Rod said, bending over the table and looking Jared in the eyes, "And part of you, the Hog part of you, loves it too." He stood up and continued, "Anyway, I think it's time you went back to your room, Jared."

"Fuck no. You can't make me."

"Get in there," Rod said again, but this time with a sensible act of will. Jared felt his body stand up of its own volition, and try as he could, he couldn't break free. He walked back over to the closet, opened the door, and pulled it shut behind him, only then did he feel control return. He sat down on his mattress, and put his head in his hands, but a moment later, the door opened, and Hog looked up to see Rod leering at him. "Hey Hog. All of Jared's dirty talk got me all hot and bothered. How about a quickie?"

"Hell Rod, you know I'll do anything for a taste of your sweaty pits."

"Well get on up here and lick 'em then."

Not needing any further prompting, Hog pushed himself up and rubbed his face and beard into Rod's sweaty pit, "Hey Hog. While I was out, I ran into a friend of yours and he told me something I didn't know about you. You've actually pissed your pants so much you might as well be incontinent! You don't even realize you're pissing until you smell it, or feel it streaming down your legs, soaking your socks and boots. I bet you even shit yourself too, don't ya?"

"All the fucking time, Rod. It gets so nasty down there, you wouldn't believe it."

"Oh I bet I would. Hey, suck on this, would ya?" Rod said, hauling out his dick from his jeans, which Hog swallowed up eagerly. "Yeah, that's real good. I bet it's easier sucking cock with half your teeth missing. Makes you look like a proper redneck scumbucket too. Fuck yeah, now eat out my shitty ass you pig." Rod turned around, letting Hog pull down his pants and bury his face deep into his crack, Hog moaning at the stench of ass and shit, trying to get as much on his tongue and smeared in his beard as he could.

He came up for air a moment later to comment, "Damn Rod, you ass is fucking nasty, I love it." "If you love it so much why don't you fuck it?"

"I'd be glad to." Hog stood up and shucked his own jeans while Rod braced himself against the table. Hog spit into his hand for lube, and shoved his dick up Rod's ass, and started hammering away.

"Damn Hog, you got a hot dick, almost as hot as your tongue! What is the moutherfucker, eight inches?"

"About that, and all of it's crammed in your shit chute. God damn Rod, your ass is tight, nice and fucking tight." Hog pulled his dick most of the way out, and wiped some shit off of it and stuck it into his mouth, "Shitty too, real nice and shitty."

As he was pounding away, he reached under and started jacking Rod's hard cock in quick strokes making him moan, "Damn, you're going to make me cum!"

"That's the idea, ain't it? You wanted a quickie, so here it is." Hog felt Rod tense beneath him and then felt his dick shoot ropes of cum onto the floor under the table. It was so hot, feeling the big man writhe under him that Hog slammed his huge dick in as far as he could get it, and let his own load loose deep into Rod's ass, and then quickly, before Rod could move, got down behind him and proceeded to suck as much cum and shit as he could from Rod's ass. When he had gotten all he could, he let Rod up, and then ate all of his cum off the floor too.

"Damn, that was some of the nastiest sex I've had in a long time."

"You're welcome. Now I'd better get back in there before the club opens. Wouldn't want to disappoint anyone now."

Rod and Hog pulled up their jeans and braces, and Hog went back into the closet, pulling the door closed behind him, leaving Rod leaning on the bar, a little winded, and staring at the closet door.

Back inside, Hog stretched up and took a good long sniff of his pit stink, rubbing his belly while he licked at as much sweat as he could. Suddenly, the room was filled the smell of piss, and he realized he was pissing himself, and the smell made him even hotter, and he felt his dick hardening again. Loving how dirty he was, he bent over and gave a push, feeling a big log shove out of his ass and into the back of his jeans, the smell of fresh shit joining the already heady smell of piss in the room, and Hog sat down on the mattress, loving the feel of his squishy shit as it spread up and down his crack. He pulled down his braces and took his dirty undershirt off, revealing his fat, hairy belly, and then reached down into his wet crotch, and felt a clump of shit just below his balls, took it out, and started spreading it all over his belly, loving how he could see the brown streaks in the mirror. He pulled out another handful and continued spreading it around, his dick now hard as a rock. Another handful was slathered on his pits and down his arms, and another was ground into his already filthy beard and hair, and the last handful was rubbed on his face, Hog moaning all the time through his shit covered hands. He sat up and looked in the mirror, loving the disgusting figure in the mirror, and he dug out another bit of shit which he devoured out of hand, while jerking his dick. A moment later, he shot another load all over himself, and rubbed that in with the shit on his stomach, and then laid back on the mattress, licking his fingers clean of shit as he did.