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Mid-snore, Blake was tugged awake when Eric yanked on his foot. He blurted out a startled grunt; his heart pounding. "Rise and shine," Eric said, busy replacing the freshly-cleaned sex toys they'd used earlier back into their places. His broad, round body was peppered with brown, tawny hairs. His large lips traced over the two creamy-white points jutting out from his lower jaw, mumbling the lyrics to some German song.

Blake snorted awake, his eyes barely able to crack open. "Shit," he thought, "I fell asleep." He sniffed the air, remembering the last vague scent trapped in his nostrils: sex and bacon. His eyes flickered open; the room wasn't familiar. He groaned; his head pounded and his mouth was dry. "Hey," he mumbled tiredly, "how long was I asleep?"

"A couple of hours," Eric replied, "I didn't want to wake you up, and my head was feeling itchy, so I shaved off my hair and took a shower." He flopped down next to Blake on the bed, his chubby fingers sliding through the short, thick, black hair rolling down Blake's muscular torso.

Blake moaned in response, feeling his thick foreskin retracting off of the pointy tip of his dick, the flesh resting hot all the way past his belly button. "Was it always this pointy?" he wondered, his confusion quickly dissipating as Eric rubbed his belly.

Eric's slightly-upturned nose sniffed Blake's armpit, his own pointed erection sliding against Blake's hairy thigh. "Your hair looks good," Eric admired, "and it smells and feels great, too."

Blake grinned, "Yeah, I can't wait for it grow in." Blake felt a sudden chill run through his body - had he really said that? - but his mind wouldn't let him worry about that thing. His body really did look better with the hair, although it left his body quite itchy; but if it gave people another excuse to rub his body, all the better. His tongue lolled out, the underside running over the sharper tooth-tips in his ever-so-slightly expanded jaws. Every time he noticed something new about his body, his brain quickly redirected his focus to something pleasurable. Turning to Eric, he breathed in more of that bacon scent and said, "You smell really good too." Eric smiled, giving Blake's body an extra rub. Blake moaned, "God, don't stop! I could get off on you doing that!"

Eric chuckled, "Yes, you are a natural when it comes to pet-play?"

"Could I have thr-," Blake began, correcting himself quickly, "one of your collars? I'd really like it, especially if it'd get George to notice me. I can pay you for it." He added slyly, "In whatever way you like."

Eric's eyes shone, and suggested, "Well, a good dog deserves a collar..."

Blake panted and barked playfully, muscles at the back of his head raising his pointed ears up slightly.

"Fine," Eric relented, "I will go pick out one that I think will suit you." He slid off the bed, the mattress wobbling. Blake eyed Eric's thick, round buttocks. Eric kind of looked like he'd lost some weight: he wasn't toned, but it seemed easier to tell there was muscle underneath. Besides, Blake decided, Eric really wouldn't look good skinny.

Eric busied himself by looking through the selection of collars he'd acquired, finally deciding on a thick one with metal spikes. "This is the one for you," Eric said, "it will make you look quite ferocious."

"Sounds good," Blake murmured approvingly, crossing his arms over his muscular, round chest to rub his sore shoulders. Two long, thick lumps were pushing out under the skin, his broad shoulders looking slightly bruised as they were pushed further out by the new subcutaneous growths. His body hair covered most of that - the stuff had spread almost everywhere it seemed - but Blake wasn't too worried; his insides secretly thrilled at the idea of being treated roughly.

"Do you need your medication?" Eric asked, noticing Blake wincing as he rubbed his shoulders.

"Oh, no," Blake dismissed, feeling himself add, "they probably wouldn't react well now, anyway."

"Yeah," Eric agreed, looking slightly puzzled himself. His pudgy hand tightened around the collar, suddenly startling him back to his senses. "If your neck's not too sore, I'll put the collar on."

Blake nodded, moving his hands out of the way. The collar scraped against his neck, the scent of processed leather making Blake's stomach rumble. "Hey," he asked, "do you think before we get started, we could get something to eat? I'm starving."

Eric patted his stomach, and agreed. "Yes, we did work up quite an appetite. I should probably prepare something for lunch for the others anyway. Maybe we can lure one of the others in to joining us?"

Blake nodded, sliding on to his feet; even they felt slightly strange: the balls felt oddly bouncier than usual.

"No, no, no," Eric protested, "dogs need to be on leashes when they are taken for walks."

Blake laughed, "Ha ha, yes, you're right." While Eric quickly searched for an appropriate lead, Blake added, "Should I get on to all fours as well?"

"Probably not," Eric replied, "Going down the stairs might prove tricky, and you probably shouldn't strain your shoulders if they're sore."

"Yeah, that sounds sensible," Blake replied, trying to hide the strange rush of disappointment he felt.

Eric came up behind him, clipping the lead to the collar, before circling around and tugging on it; Blake followed Eric out of his bedroom.

Out in the corridor, Blake's nose was awash with the scents of recent sex. Not just from him and Eric, but when they passed by the open door of Ivan's room - Blake knew it was Ivan's and Giuliano's, because it smelled principally of them - his nose was awash with the scent of dried cum - Ivan's, mostly, but also Leon's - and the alluring, arousing smell of George's lube. In fact, Blake noted, nostril's twitching, Leon was still in there; possibly recovering from the hard fucking he'd received earlier.

It was only when he felt Eric tug impatiently on the collar that Blake noticed he'd wandered closer to the door, wanting more of those scents. "This is so wild," he thought, sniffing quickly at his own empty room, mostly picking up on Jack's scent.

His ears pricked up as he followed Eric down the stairs: voices were coming from the kitchen. They were greeted sternly by George and Simon. George looked as fantastic as always; even better, in fact, Blake thought, now that he'd relented and decided to go naked. His cock was still as thick and ripe as he'd remembered as a dumb, horny teenager, and his body hadn't lost any of its tone. Blake grunted, a heavy drip of pre-cum drizzling out on to the kitchen floor.

Simon, however, didn't look - nor smell - as good. The already skinny guy looked even more thin and fragile, and seemed to look almost sick. In fact, George was propping him up, his arms and legs showing discoloured bruises.

"Have either of you seen Gary?" George asked quickly, "I need him to take a look at Simon."

"Nein," Eric replied, "Blake and I have been in my room for the last couple of hours."

"I haven't even met Gary yet," Blake added.

"Fuck," swore George; "look, I'm going to take Simon down into the lab. Eric, if you see Gary, tell him to go there at once. Blake, can you help me with Simon?"

Eric nodded, quickly detaching the lead from the collar - now wasn't the time for that - allowing Blake to slide his arm underneath Simon's other shoulder, the collar sliding further up Blake's neck. Following George's lead, Blake helped Simon back towards the staircase.

"What happened?" Blake asked.

"My legs and arms," Simon moaned.

"I think he might be having a bad reaction to the lube," George suggested, frowning worriedly. Eyeing Blake, he added, "I think everyone might be reacting to it, though in different ways. How are you feeling?"

Blake felt guilty, but his attention was on George's hand touching his shoulder; hiding it, he said, "I'm a bit sore, but nowhere unwarranted."

"I see," George replied. "Well, would you mind giving me a blood sample? I might get Gary to run a few tests on everyone, just to make sure."

Blake assented, "Yeah, sure."

The trip down the stairs was slow; there were a lot of stairs, and they had to proceed carefully - Simon's arms looked very bruised, and he winced if they touched them, but they also had to avoid his legs touching the ground, which seemed to cause him even greater distress. At the bottom, a serious-looking metal security door was securely shut, a biometric panel embedded in the wall. George put out his hand, the panel scanning his fingerprints as George said, "I am George Auger. Please open the door."

The panel bleeped and with a dull hiss, the security door slid open. George stepped through, pulling Simon through as Blake assisted. George's underground offices were large: a lot of the island appeared to have been hollowed out to make way for an office, a library, and the medical lab that had been built in the centre of the island. To Blake, it seemed a lot better equipped than most hospitals; but then George could probably afford it, especially if it was counted as a business expense. It smelled sterile, and gave Blake a slightly uneasy feeling, and the glass walls of the lab left him feeling exposed.

They helped Simon up on to a bed; the guy sighed as the pressure was lifted from his limbs; his cock shot up, the metal gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. "Thanks," he managed to mumble, before closing his eyes.

George nodded his head to the side, and Blake went with him over to another corner of the lab. "Thanks a lot, Blake," George whispered. "Manuel was almost sick with panic. Apparently he and Simon were lying around, relaxing after some sex when Simon started to complain. I sent him off to look for Gary when we got into the house."

"Yeah," Blake nodded, "Manuel said he was going to spend time with him, try to convince him to work on some tattoo design or something."

George muttered, "Hmm. I hope it's nothing serious; I'm pretty sure most of the people on this island will have used the lubricant by now." Blake coughed uncomfortably, and George gave a weak smile. "Oh, sorry for interrupting whatever you and Eric were up to."

Blake smiled uncomfortably; between his crush catching him in a kinky role-play with another man, and feeling like jumping his bones despite being in the bleach-scented laboratory while Simon had something wrong with him, Blake wasn't really sure of what to do.

"I should probably recall the lubricant bottles," George replied, somewhat crestfallen.

"No," Blake felt himself saying, "we need it, and it's too late now."

"What?" George asked, "What are you talking about?"

Blake winced, mumbling, "I don't know, I..." Then he wrapped his arms around George, squeezing him in a passionate hug. His erection returned, his pointed, wet tip slipping out, sliding against George's smooth, firmly-muscled torso.

"Blake, I -" George protested, but Blake smothered his mouth with his lips. It wasn't really how he imagined this going, but Blake had been suddenly overwhelmed by instinct; and that instinct was telling him to go after George.

It took George a little time to get into it; Blake had to persist, his hands sliding all over George's smooth back, his tongue stretching into the mouth his lips forced open. Slowly, he felt George's thick cock thicken further, the shaft sliding further down, slowly expanding before stiffening up.

Suddenly, a loud buzzer echoed throughout the lab, and George pulled apart. He gave Blake a strange look, then mumbled, "That's Gary; I need to go let him in." Before Blake could reply, George pushed past him, heading towards the door.

Blake felt like his heart was bracing, feeling alone and angry all at the same time; he curled his hands tightly into a fist, his sharper nails digging into his hand. If the skin on his palms wasn't slightly tougher than usual, Blake would have drawn blood.

George quickly returned, talking animatedly with a tall guy, body thick with muscle, fat and bristling with dull black hair. Blake sniffed the scent this new guy - Gary, he assumed - was exuding, his brain storing that strong, brutish scent in memory for future recognition. Despite having a gigantic figure and equally large hands, the guy seemed to be quite dexterous, his fingers spinning a pen between them as he conversed with George. Blake eyed the guy's crotch; it seemed slightly thicker than average, but that was about it. Still, Blake felt a shiver of delight of having that guy holding him down, using his hole as a cum dump.

Blake walked over to the pair, shaking Gary's outstretched hand as George introduced them to each other. "Could you get a blood sample from him and everyone else?" George requested. "We need to get on top of any problems with the lube quickly."

Gary nodded, his voice deep, sounding older than his skin suggested he was. "Yeah; hopefully this is just an allergic reaction." Standing at the nearby sink and scrubbing his hands with the antibacterial soap, he asked Simon, "How many times have you used the lubricant?"

"Last night, a couple of times," Simon said, struggling to remember. "This morning I used it with Lampwick. Then with Manuel."

Gary shooed George and Blake aside, heading over to a cabinet filled with medicines, placing his pen on a nearby tray. "What about the two of you?" he called out, adeptly snapping medical gloves on before filling a syringe.

"I've been too stressed and busy lately for sex," George replied, "so I haven't used it myself yet, but I have come into contact with it quite often."

"I've used it three times," Blake answered, somewhat reluctantly, "once with Jack; once with Jack and Manuel; and once with Eric."

Gary nodded to these admissions, stating, "Well, it'll really depend on the concentrations and everyone's personal physiologies." While George and Blake had been telling them of their own personal contact with the lube, he had finished preparing the syringe, and had walked over to Simon's side. Inserting the needle into his arm, he slowly injected the fluid inside. "This should deal with the pain," he said, "until I've taken some samples from you."

Next to the bed was a strange, plastic container; Gary dropped the use syringe into it. He said, "We should let him rest for a bit, but first I'd like to get some samples from both of you."

They agreed. After Gary had changed gloves, George went first, flexing the muscles in his arm until Gary found the vein. "Have you used the lube yet?" George asked Gary, concernedly.

"Yes, though not all that often," Gary said. "Last night with Simon - he doesn't seem to remember, but he was pretty drunk at the time - and then once this morning by myself. I had a bit of trouble staying asleep, but by then everyone was passed out."

Gary was adept at taking blood samples, his hands moved fluidly, the small vial quickly filling with George's blood. "We haven't met yet," Gary said to Blake, "don't worry, I'm not as incompetent as I look."

George elaborated, "Gary's quite the child prodigy; I had to lean on some universities to get him into their medical schools when he was fourteen."

"Yeah," Gary agreed, "thankfully I stopped looking like Doogie Howser after a couple of years. I'm not an expert by any means, but I can hopefully deal with this if it's just a severe allergic reaction."

"Is that what you think it is, then?" George asked, wincing slightly as Gary extracted the needle from his arm.

Holding a quickly-extracted cotton ball against the puncture on George's arm, Gary replied, "I don't know yet, it's really too early to tell."

George held the cotton ball to his arm, hunting around the lab for a small bandage while Gary changed gloves again. "So, Blake," Gary noted quietly, "you look like your in need of someone taking another kind of sample taking from you." He reached down, touching Blake's exposed tip with his glove.

Blake's cock shivered; the touch through the glove on such a sensitive part was weird. "Yeah," he admitted, his eyes unfocused. When instructed, he tensed the large muscles in his arms, a thick vein popping out, and the needle slipped in. It didn't sting as much as he was expecting, but Blake had to admit to himself having Gary's large, warm hand stroking his inner thigh had a pretty powerful analgesic effect. He almost regretted it when Gary had to shift his hand to fetch a cotton ball to his arm to stem the bleeding.

George returned, holding an extra bandage for Blake. Snapping off his rubber gloves, Gary announced, "Done for now, I might need to get more samples from both of you later, but I should really look after Simon."

"Sure," George nodded, taking Blake's arm to substitute the temporary cotton ball with a proper band-aid.

"I'll probably need to get samples from the others at some point," Gary observed, sniffing and rubbing his hands together absent-mindedly, "but that can wait until afterwards, unless anyone else is having a severe reaction."

"Okay," George agreed. "Come on, Blake, I'll need your help in getting everyone together."

Blake stood up, giving Gary a friendly farewell wave before falling into step with George. They paused briefly at the foot of Simon's bed before heading out of the lab. Unconsciously, Blake sniffed; George smelled very stressed, sweaty despite the lab's relative coolness, especially to the rest of the island. "I'm sure it's nothing serious," Blake said comfortingly, taking the opportunity to wrap his arm around George, giving him a friendly hug. He felt tempted to add, "It may not even be the lube," but the fuzziness past through his brain again. Instead, he said, "Look, George, there's something I need to tell you."

"It'll have to wait," George said, "right now, I need to - "

"No," Blake insisted; a surge of adrenalin passed through him, and he pushed George's body up against the wall. "I can't wait any more!" he claimed, Blake pressing his wide, muscular body all over George's, pinning him against the wall. It wasn't the way he'd wanted it, but Blake's body couldn't take it any more; the longer he spent being with George, the less he cared about how it happened, and more that it did happen.

George tried to protest, but Blake quickly smothered his mouth with his own, his fingers tightly clenched around George's wrists. His erect cock rubbed up between George's smooth chest, and his own hairy one, pre-cum flowing from the tip.

Despite their earlier encounter together, George still seemed surprised. Blake paused, mid-kiss and quickly blurted out everything in his head. "God, George, I've had the hugest crush on you since I was, like, fifteen. You were so cool back then, and, when I saw you showering..." He paused, kissing George again, before adding, "I wanted you to fuck me then; I want you to fuck me now! I'm tired of waiting..."

Blake grunted; his cock was going into overdrive: George's firm, slender torso was plastered with Blake's lubricant, and his own hairs were matted down so much his shaft was sticking to his chest. It ached, the muscles in Blake's groin twitching, his hips squirming and gyrating as his body seemed possessed. Risking George escaping, he reached in between their sticky bodies, fingers squeezing the throbbing, red tip of his cock. A huge splat of pre-cum rushed out; Blake then grabbed George's cock, and used it to lubricate George's half-flaccid cock.

"Blake, I don't think we should..." George began, his voice alarmed, but Blake kissed him again. Slowly, George's defences lowered, and Blake felt a wonderful, electric feeling passing through his body when George started to kiss him back, and he felt George's huge, wonderful cock growing fuller and thicker in his hands.

They pulled away from the wall, their arms wrapping around each other, their kissing getting louder, their hard, slick cocks sliding up their bodies. Blake felt like he was floating through some timeless space, where nothing else existed except for absolute elation: after so many, many years, he was finally going to be with the man he had fantasized about.

Blake pulled away from the kiss first, their faces plastered with saliva, panting heavily. He stepped back slightly, George's cock stiff and wet called to his brain; dropping onto his haunches, he buried his nose into his lover's crotch. His brain sparked with activity, thoughts barely registering as he breathed in George's fresh, clean scent. Blake's jaw fell open, licking his lips before gripping the base of George's shaft with one and shoving the tip right past his sharpened teeth.

George moaned, his back sagging against the wall as his dick was lapped and coaxed underneath by Blake's stretched tongue. His knees spread apart, panting and moaning; Blake slipped more inside, the smooth, now-dripping tip rubbing up against the bumps and ridges at the top of his mouth. He could feel the veins sticking out, the head bobbing. George seemed so needy; Blake wondered how long the guy had gone without sex.

He slipped another inch in, George scratching his head playfully. Blake rewarded himself by gently touching his own slick, still-throbbing cock. It spasmed and squirted out another thick shot of pre-cum; he quickly used it to make George's shaft even more lubricated.

Blake felt George's hands move from giving him gentle encouragement by scratching his head, to around his cheeks, guiding Blake to accept more of his cock. Blake's hand slipped off his cock as he was rocked forward to steady himself. In this position, the memories of being treated like a dog during his earlier encounter with Eric hit him with full force. He immediately slipped back into the role: with his lips suckling George's cock, he felt a phantom tail wag behind him, Blake's mind relaxing that into a dutiful, obedient pet.

George's cock was thick and dripping with juices; they trickled down Blake's tongue, barely able to taste them as the mushroom-like end met the back of Blake's throat. George's grip had gotten rougher; his fingers gripped tightly into the furry flesh of Blake's face. He even started to get more vocal, grunting out things quietly like, "Oh yeah, that's a good little bitch," and, "You've got a great mouth there, you little slut." Blake's cock throbbed with each insult: he was a dirty slut, after all, and he was good at being fucked.

Blake felt his hole relax, the ring quivering; he really, really wanted to be fucked in the ass right then, but his master, George, was the one who decided how he was fucked. Blake breathed in; George's scent had been changing subtly since they'd started: it was now more potent, more authoritative, pheromones washing off of him in heavy, almost physical waves.

The throbbing of George's cock intensified; Blake fell backwards as George shoved him. He looked up at George, who met his eyes with the look of ownership; George even looked like he had gained muscle, his frame looking bulkier.

George's arms reached down as he growled, "So, you want me to fuck you, do you, dog?"

Blake whimpered and barked approvingly; George's hand wrapped around one of his arms, and Blake let himself get flipped over, his throbbing wet cock splattering on the floor of the corridor. George's hands then pushed his shoulders down before he felt his full weight bear down upon him.

Two fingers were roughly shoved into Blake's ass, slowly worked in and out. He felt a sudden creeping weird thought enter his brain when it felt like his ass was now lubricating itself, but that was shoved aside as George shoved even more fingers in, widening his hole further. All Blake could to was breathe heavily through his nose, his face getting pushed into the floor further as George pushed up his pelvis.

Then, amidst what felt like half-a-dozen fingers, Blake was penetrated by George's slippery, needy cock. The stretched ring snapped around it as George removed his fingers, his hands quickly moving to hold Blake's shoulders down.

George didn't waste time trying to keep Blake comfortable; half of his cock got plunged in with the first thrust, and Blake barked in shock. He'd already had more cocks in his ass today than he probably had his whole life, but this was the only time since he came to the island that it hurt. But even that Blake seemed to enjoy, his own cock crying out in desperate need. It even felt like it was stretching further out, like it was growing out of a necessity to find some way of getting off.

While he fucked Blake hard, George was loud and unforgivingly brutal. It didn't take long for him to end up balls-deep in Blake's ass, the thrusts becoming rapid and frenetic, like some powerful beast was taking George over and expending millennia of pent-up sexual frustration out on Blake's sore, stretched hole.

Suddenly, one of the hands weighing down his shoulder was lifted, and Blake felt it squeeze tightly on his own cock. The wet sounds of lubricated flesh smacking against lubricated flesh reverberated through him. "This is my cock," George proclaimed, Blake unable to do nothing but start to feel dizzy at finally getting his throbbing erection touched.

After a particularly vigorous thrust of George's hand down his shaft, Blake felt something pop; he could almost feel his pupils dilate as his cock flooded the floor with a huge torrent of semen. It splashed all over his hairy neck and chest, it puddled all over the floor. Ribbons and ribbons of jizz squirted out from reserves Blake wasn't aware his body had, his cock raw from the hard rubbing he'd gotten. So intense and total was his orgasm, that he started to feel as though time was skipping forward a second or two at a time.

First George's hand was still tightly around his downward-pointing cock, cum sticking along the shaft and George's fingers which had gone over the tip and back down again. Then George's hand was wiping itself over his hip as his finger's dug into Blake's pelvis, half-through shouting something dirty and demeaning. Then Blake's insides were filling with George's seed, gravity snaking the hot, creamy fluid through his intestines while other forces caused it to squelch out the sides of his hole, burning and stinging. Then his cock was stinging angrily beneath him, his body lying in a pool of his own spunk, George's dripping from his quivering hole and squirting on to his back as George finished claiming his prize. Then Blake passed out properly.

When he came to, a concerned, panicked George was looking down on him, patting him to try to get him awake. "Blake? Blake?" he cried, his face streaked with tears. "Oh god, are you alright? I don't know what came over me!"

Blake reached up, and pulled George down over his cum-soaked body, kissing him to let him know that he was more than alright.