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Upon waking, Jake learned that Chet was gone, substituted by a television set on a stand underneath the camera, and a table and two chairs in the middle of the room. The table reminded Jake of the one Homeless Dog had eaten off of, and he shuddered. He remained on his side for a while, the grogginess of his mind slowly dropping away. He hoped the extra furnishings meant he had pleased his captors, at least enough to not make him turn into a mindless sex beast.

Jake rolled slightly on to his side. Some "kind" person had replaced the contents and lid of the sex toy box, putting the television's remote on top. With a half-shrug from his highest shoulder, Jake picked up the remote and turned the television on. He closed his eyes and smirked, thinking "Porn. Of course."

Changing the channels, Jake went through a couple of channels that were showing far more normal gay pornography, although each successive channel got increasingly kinkier. After a while, though, the screen showed something different. "Camera feeds," he realised with a start.

They were of cells similar to his own for the most part, mostly with furnishing variations and - of course - the prisoners in each. Jake didn't stay long on the first one: he did not need yet another reminder of Homeless Dog. All of the captives were male; none of the others were nearly as "gone" as Homeless Dog, he was relieved to note, but he couldn't tell much as most of them were asleep. Some of the feeds were pitch black; Jake didn't want to think about what that meant too much.

The strangest one was the most elaborate cell. In most, like Jake's, the dividing wall was straight. This room's bent about; there didn't seem to be much room for a shower and toilet, but Jake guessed the former wasn't needed. Half of the room had been given over to a huge, deep-looking pool. The water was calm, and the rest of the room was empty. "Must be on the toilet," Jake reasoned, "or..."

His thoughts were interrupted by the door to his cell opening. Jake, still able to be surprised by his current situation, was stunned. The guy entering his room was a fucking giant: at least seven feet tall, with a thick and muscular - though not toned - frame. That wasn't the strangest part, of course: that was that the guy's skin was black and white. Not the dark brown and pale pink associated with human skin tones, but much closer to literal black, principally on the top of the head, the entire length of his muscular arms, and running down the neck and sides, a line demarcating where the lower jaw and front was a creamy white. Splotches of white ran across the side of his distended face, a beak filled with sharp teeth.

"I come bearing gifts," he announced. Jake noted it was true, as in both hands were covered food trays, which he set down on the tray, allowing the door to close behind him. "I'm Maui," he introduced himself cheerfully.

"Jake," Jake replied warily, not moving from his frozen position on his bed. Even though it was covered, the scents of the food were getting to him, and his stomach grumbled loudly. Jake was hungry, but he wasn't going to allow himself to do anything without thinking first.

"Yeah," Maui answered, "at least until you pick a new name. Nobody wants to see porn starring some guy named Jake." Uninvited, he sat down; the chair creaked under Maui's weight. "You better come and eat while it's still hot," he advised.

Jake felt the unsaid "or else" and got to his feet. He'd slept awkwardly, and his body let him know just how angry they were about his callous regard for its well-being. Yawning, he stretched, scratching at his body. His body seemed to be completely covered in hair now, aside from a few likely spots, like the palm of his hands or his cock.

Maui had uncovered one of the trays: Jake wasn't too surprised to see he'd gotten fillets of some kind of fish with white flesh. He stabbed a plastic fork into one, picking up a huge chunk and putting it into his mouth, chewing it up quickly.

Jake sat down; the chair wasn't all that comfortable, but it was serviceable. Lifting the lid on his own meal, he noticed he'd been given a much more mixed meal: slightly boiled vegetables alongside a fish fillet, and a small sealed packet of what seemed like juice. He'd been supplied with his own plastic fork, and slowly began to eat.

"I was watching your show earlier," Maui continued. "Really hot. That other guy knows how to work a shaft, doesn't he?"

"Yeah," Jake replied absent-mindedly. He was much more interested in the food. After the first tentative bite, his hunger had overwhelmed him, quickly shovelling the food into his mouth. Thankfully, he'd been supplied with a lot.

Maui added, "Not that you weren't also pretty good for a first-timer. Is it true you've only fucked a guy once before?"

Jake nodded, mouth full of food. After swallowing, he elaborated, "I was straight up until a day, or a few days, ago. How long have I been here?"

Maui shrugged, his own mouth in the process of being emptied. "Dunno. I was just curious about the new guys, and I got told when you woke up."

"You got told?" Jake asked.

Maui grinned, "Yeah, some of the best vids have been from impromptu hook-ups." When Jake's face looked even more confused, Maui explained, "You know, the porn?"

"They sell them?!" Jake blurted out in surprise.

Maui, slightly taken aback that anyone would question that, replied, "Why not? People pay a lot for this shit."

Jake looked at the orca-man's surprisingly small, black eyes. They were hard to read - his face didn't have enough humanity in it for Jake to read - but his tone had been so confused when he'd questioned why someone would kidnap people, turn them into animal-men, make them fuck each other and profit from the video. Even just thinking that made Jake's head spin. "Surely there had to be easier ways of making money," Jake thought.

"Anyway, I thought of a hot scenario," Maui said, apparently oblivious of how confused Jake was, "Get them to give you white fur, then we get a fake iceberg. Polar bear slash orca."

"Polar bear?" Jake asked slowly, an unpleasant feeling filling his stomach that had nothing to do with the food he'd eaten.

"Yeah," Maui stated, "bears aren't known for going to the beaches."

"So they're turning me into a bear," thought a stunned Jake. That seemed to follow from everything else: the excessive hair, the darkened fingernails, the strange callouses on his hands. He looked at them now to check: the callouses had gotten bigger, and the dark spots on his nails had grown as well. "My new paws," he realised.

Maui seemed completely oblivious to all of this, his mind and mouth working through all of the details. "I think it'd work best if I sucked you off, and then fucked you in the ass. Have you lost your anal virginity yet? No? Well, then we'll need to work on that first." He added smugly, "I'm pretty fucking big down there. I'll show you later if you want."

Jake answered non-committally, "Yeah, okay, sure." His mind was too busy worrying about his own body. He was, after all, sitting here with a half-human, half-whale so the whole him being transformed into a bear was obviously doable. He asked, changing the subject, "So, who were you before?"

"Before?" Maui echoed; when it finally clicked, he exclaimed, "Oh! You want my back story? I used to surf. Then I broke my back in a car accident. Some guy came into the hospital and said he had an experimental treatment going. I didn't want to be stuck in a chair for the rest of my life, so I agreed."

Jake pushed, "And you're okay with... with all this?"

Maui chuckled, "Why wouldn't I be? I can walk. I can swim. I can sit around and play with myself all day and I get rewarded for it." His chair shrieked against the concrete as he pushed it back; he stood up. Jake hadn't noticed earlier that Maui didn't seem to have any male genitals. That was quickly shown to be false: a thin, long pink tentacle emerged from a slit around his groin as Maui slipped one of his thick, webbed hands down, pushing on the slit's edge. Jake could almost feel his pupils dilating in surprised. Maui grinned the whole time, more and more of his whale-like penis pushing out. Cockily, he asked, "You like?"

Jake didn't answer, he was too stunned. Even after seeing Maui, and the video earlier, he couldn't quite grasp just how much changes whatever process was being used on him, Maui and others. He could feel it though: his heart started pounding, and he could feel himself starting to get a little aroused.

A beeping went off; Maui glanced at his wrist, and swore, "Shit, mind if I use your shower? When you're done eating, you can come and join me in there if you want to talk more. It'll save me from having to shout too much."

"Okay," agreed Jake, quickly scooping up more vegetables and flakes of fish that had fallen off of the fillet up into his mouth. Maui disappeared into the bathroom; Jake heard the shower being turned on.

Maui called out in explanation, "I need to keep this skin hydrated, see." After a while, he asked, "What were you thinking of?"

"Huh?" Jake mumbled, his mouth half-full of food.

"When you were in the shower," Maui explained. "That whole thing was hot: flipping off the camera, acting all bad-ass and shit. Being in here made me curious, is all, about what was going through your head."

"There's a camera in there?!" exclaimed Jake.

"Heh," Maui snorted, "You don't think they'd want to miss out on any hot shower action, do you?"

"Or give you any respite of privacy," Jake added. He should really have guessed; but it still felt cold cutting into him. He missed his flat; his stupid, probably-too-expensive, lonely flat. Out loud, he explained, "I was at the beach, there was this surfer guy there, actually: a slender, hairy guy. He came out of the ocean and we did it."

"Mmm," Maui moaned. "Yeah, I could definitely see an otter/bear scenario being popular with the hairy crowd."

"Otter?" queried Jake loudly. "No, he and I were human."

"Dude, you need to learn you some gay lingo," Maui laughed heartily, "not that it wouldn't be hot with their actual namesakes."

Jake felt confused, but he was finished with his meal and his voice was getting a little sore from shouting over the shower. Getting out of his chair, his dick smacked into the table; he shouted in annoyance. Jake inspected it a bit further: after seeing Maui's tremendously different one, he wanted to see if anything had happened to his. It looked mostly the same, just bigger. The flesh of his cock head was definitely a lot pinker than normal, but that might just be from actually having a foreskin. That seemed to have gotten thicker, too, and a few hairs had sprouted from it near the base, but otherwise it looked nice and normal. He played with his balls a little; Maui didn't seem to have any, thinking, "But who the hell knows about whale anatomy anyway?"

In the bathroom, Jake sat on the toilet, once again to watch another guy shower. Maui was being more deliberate than Chet had. The room was colder - Maui must have kept the temperature down - and he spent a lot of time running the water over all of his skin. "So, how many prisoners do they have here?" Jake asked.

"Prisoners?" repeated Maui, cold water spraying from his short whale beak.

"Look," explained Jake, "maybe you came here willingly, but I didn't."

"Nah, bro," Maui disagreed. "You've got it all backwards!" His tone became slightly aggressive, and Jake decided not to press the matter.

Instead, he changed his question; "Alright, well then how many guys are here?"

Maui, rubbing water into the crevices of his skin that were otherwise sheltered from the downwards-falling water, said, "About a dozen or so performers, then there's all the regular human staff. Oh, just in case nobody's warned you yet, don't get your cum on them unless you're 'allowed' to. Otherwise they'll start transforming, and if they go and fuck someone off-site..."

"Shit," Jake swore, a dull coldness going through his brain "so I'm the reason Chet's here."

"Hm?" asked Maui. Jake gave a short description of the events that had happened earlier. As he talked, Maui started to frown. "That's bad news, dude," he said. "Someone's been playing fast and loose with the formula again. Really bad news."

As Jake thought about it, things started to make a little more sense. He hadn't been brought here to imprison him, but to quarantine him: considering how horny he'd been feeling, he'd probably have slept with quite a few guys if he hadn't suspected something of being wrong. Exponential growth from that kind of behaviour, he thought, and who knows where it would have ended. "So, does this formula have a cure?" he asked.

"I never bothered to ask myself," Maui said with a shrug. "I guess not, but I'm not a scientist. They can slow it down though."

Jake immediately thought of Homeless Dog. "And if you disobey, they don't?"

"If you fuck up badly, then yeah," Maui nodded. "I guess you're talking about Nut. They never should have brought that dude in here. I guess they were hoping it'd cure him of his drug addiction, and at least he wouldn't be homeless, right?

"Well, he probably shouldn't have been picked. We called him Peanut at first; if you browse the back catalogue, you'll see why. He was a huge favourite, and got to be one of the better performers. Really eager, and let the camera know it.

"But off-set, he was an asshole. A really mean motherfucker. He used to bite other performers, and not just playfully. But he was a good money-earner, so they let it slide. At least until he deliberately waited for the guy who brought our food around and threw his cum at him. By the way, I wouldn't recommend talking about this with Taurus. You can probably guess, but he's the bull guy you'll meet later.

"But yeah, that was the last straw for Nut. Now, it's not like he could be thrown into jail or anything. They didn't want to kill him. And yeah, maybe they overreacted. So they just stopped giving him the suppressant for a couple of days. If he's going to act like a sex-crazed animal, then he might as well be one."

Jake shuddered. "That sounds awful," he admitted. "Even if it seemed deserved."

Maui half-smiled, replying, "It'd be hard to understand just how bad things got if you weren't here. But let's talk about nicer things, okay?"

"Yeah," Jake agreed. This place had been confusing enough for him, and this wasn't going to be making anything better. He didn't even know if he could trust Maui. He seemed to be genuine, but maybe they had done something to his mind to make him compliant. Maybe they were actually sadistic fuckers who just Nut go farther just to see what happened.

"Anyway, aside from Nut and Taurus," Maui went on, "there's quite a few dudes here, especially with you two coming in." Maui broke off, grunting a little. He aimed the shower head into his throat and gargled for a bit before spitting it out and turning off the water. "I should probably stop boring you. Come along, we ought to go out and meet the others, they should be up by now."

Maui emerged from the shower sporting his pink erection. Jake found himself looking at it, mostly out of curiosity. It was such a contrast from Maui's black and white skin. As he stood up, he checked out his own cock erect in front of them. He judged that it still looked human, and followed Maui to the cell's door.

Two security guards were waiting for them after Maui pounded on the door; one was equipped with a taser, the other with a gun. To Jake, they looked pretty strong. "They probably have to be," he realised, his eyes lingering on them for a bit too long. Maui coughed, and tilted his beaked head to the side.

Cell doors similar to his ran on either side. Maui narrated their tour, saying, "Everyone gets their own room. Most of them are the same. I've got a big pool in mine, and Dino - he's the crocodile guy - that has a smaller, shallower one, so if you want one later that'll be doable. You'll be able to ask for some stuff later on, to make it feel a bit more like home."

Jake sighed quietly, thinking of his flat. "Won't the police get involved?" he asked. "I mean, Chet and I disappeared. I have a job, a flat, bills!"

Maui shrugged, "I dunno. Your situation's never come up before, well, aside from Taurus, but he was already working here. Most of us were on our own, more or less, so people would notice if we'd gone but it probably wouldn't be a big deal for the police or anything."

Jake's cell was near the end of the corridor; the corridor contained eight doors leading off to other cells, with his being second from the end on one of the sides. Most of the doors he passed had plaques on them: the one directly across from Jake's didn't, but the other four did. He quickly read the text on each, gathering they were names as "Maui" appeared on the cell next to his. Across from Maui's was "Jumbo", and near the end of the corridor were "Leo" and "Kong".

Maui explained, "This place is kind of confusing before you get used to it. The main room where we can just go hang out is in the middle here. Our rooms are in three corridors that go off to either side. The main problem is the corridors all look the same. The other corridor has the sets for some of the more elaborate shots, though we often film stuff in our rooms, as you've probably guessed. We can have a look through there later, if you want and nobody's filming anything."

"Where are we?" Jake asked. "I mean, are we even still in England?"

"I don't really know," Maui answered. "I thought this place was a private hospital at first, but I never really felt like asking about that later on." He laughed, observing, "But by then I was kind of thinking with my dick."

The corridor ended at a T-junction, the grey walls branching off on either side, before turning to continue heading in the same way. This carved out a central room in the facility, and another secure door was just off to the left heading into this room. One of the guards waved an access card in front of the door - Jake had noticed them on all of the doors - and after a second a small red light on the console turned green and the door was opened for them.

As the door opened, the were assaulted by noise: a murmured collection of chit-chat, laughing and sexual moaning. Maui went in first, calling out, "Hey guys! Got the rest of the fresh meat here!" He was greeted by a chorus of greetings. The guards continued to stare at Jake, until with a heavy breath out, he steeled himself and followed Maui into the room.

As he entered, a wave of masculine scent and the smell of fresh, and not-so-fresh, sexual fluids smacked Jake in the face. His mind blanched a bit; he'd have run out the back if the door hadn't immediately been shut after his entrance.

Like the rest of the facility, the room had been divided into four quarters. Maui and Jake had entered the kitchen area, which looked similar to, but smaller than, the kitchen back at Jake's office. The two adjacent areas had been set up for sitting: televisions and game consoles in one, while the other was just couches and tables. The far corner looked a little like a simple office-cum-meeting-room: a whiteboard divided up into a list of names covered one of the walls, while the other had a bunch of computers and video editing equipment.

It could have almost passed for a pared-down office space, had it not been for the inhabitants. Just looking at them reminded Jake more of a zoo or circus: filled principally with male animal-human hybrids. Along with him and Maui in the kitchen, a kangaroo and a lion had been drinking iced coffees through straws; when Jake had entered, he'd noticed them looking him over.

The kangaroo guy bounded up, and grabbed Jake's hand, shaking it vigorously. "Hi, I usually go by Joey," he greeted himself in an Australian accent, "though if you've seen any of my latest videos, you might know me better as Wild Dingo."

Jake, eyes narrowing in confusion, inquired, "Wild Dingo?"

Joey grinned, his lips pulling right back from his short muzzle. He put on an accent that was even more stereotypically Australian and described, "He's a character a bit like the ol' Crocodile Hunter. Usually find some reason for me to be chasing after Dino, or one of the other guys." He winked, reverting back to his original accent as he elaborated, "I'm also the go-to guy for the foot fetish stuff."

Jake glanced down; Joey had huge feet, ending in some claws that look like they'd been filed down a bit. On their way down, his eyes also noticed Joey's equipment. "Is that normal?" he asked, looking at the thing he thought was Joey's sack sitting above the pink pointy shaft of his penis.

Joey grinned, "Yeah, kangaroos have got some weird junk, haven't they? At least it gives the audience something different to look at though, right?"

"Different is right," thought Jake as he nodded. Joey stepped aside as a really tall lion took his place.

"Leo," the lion greeted with an accent Jake couldn't quite place. "Nice to see another predator's going to join the group." As if to emphasize this, he pulled back his feline lips and bared his large, curved fangs. This didn't really intimidate Jake; he was too busy being fascinated at how golden the guy looked. Aside from the tawny fur and long, wild-but-clean shock of hair that formed his mane and the brush-like tuft at the end of his tail, his eyes had a bright, glittering yellow hue.

The other animal-men in the room seemed to have been in the middle of various things. Chet, looking a bit more relaxed, was playing Mario Kart with a tiger. Chet seemed to have filled out a bit more, at least around the shoulders which looked rounder and thicker; the back of his neck looked much hairier than it had been. Over in the office, an elephant - with a massive cock that Jake could scarcely believe was real - and some kind of non-human primate were looking through papers, making changes to the whiteboard. Joining them was whom Jake guessed was Dino, the frequent guest-star in Wild Dingo's adventures.

The other corner wasn't quite as noisy as the game corner, but it was definitely more active: a bristly-looking boar or pig was gripping onto a deer's antlers while he fucked him in the mouth. When he noticed Jake looking over at them, the boar gave Jake a thumbs-up and mouthed, "Hey!"

"I guess we came at a bad time," Maui observed, stretching. "I guess the room's pretty self-explanatory. Nobody but us comes in here, because as Scruffy and Acti are showing, contamination's a bit of an issue. The whiteboard's got the weekly job roster. Kong, the gorilla dude, he usually organises things because he was the first one here."

Jake nodded; he wanted to pay attention, but his eyes kept sliding to the two guys fucking in the corner. He felt really pent-up, a trickle of pre-cum dripping from the tip of his erection, sliding down the hot, throbbing shaft slowly.

"Maui," Jake heard Leo mention seemingly far away, "now's probably not the best time for explanations."

Two thick, black-skinned fingers snapped in front of Jake's face. "Uh, sorry," he mumbled weakly, tearing his eyes away.

"Want to go and join them?" Maui grinned.

Jake almost floated alongside Maui, the orca's arm wrapped around his shoulders. His head was spinning from the sights and sounds - and, much more, the scents - that filled the room. The boar - either the Acti or Scruffy that Maui mentioned earlier - tapped the other on his head, and the slender stag turned around. Strange genitalia was still out in force: both cocks were a strong, deep pink; the stag's a slender, long rod, the boar's cork-screwed tip on the end of an oddly thick, otherwise-short penis.

Jake wasn't a complete stranger to the idea of multiple sexual partners at once. He'd seen three-ways in pornography; but they'd been one guy and two women usually. He'd known of larger sex groups. But he'd never thought he'd find himself a part of one, particularly a half-animal, half-man one. He'd have felt inhibited if the touch of the three others hadn't been immediately pleasurable and comforting. They surrounded him, enjoying the intriguing possibilities a fresh, new sexual partner would add to their group.

He found himself sitting in between Maui and the boar-guy, his hands being guided down towards each of their crotches as their own wandered over his body. The stag joined them, his thick tongue dancing over the tip of his member. His own hands grasped the two very-different-feeling cocks, and slowly began to stroke. A beak and a snout pushed against the side of his neck, as two guys kissed and ran their tongues along his hairy neck.

It was hard, at first; Maui's cock was a lot longer than the boar's so his hands had to move differently, and he had to keep the timing right in his head while the wet, black nostrils of the stag buried into his groin. Someone's hand lifted his ass up; Jake figured it was Orca's when he felt a smooth, fat digit start to poke him in the ass. Not to be outdone, the boar's tongue and right hand moved to toy with his two nipples, his tusks digging lightly into his fur.

The stag was a magician when it came to performing oral. Jake's cock hadn't been touched by a hand at all, yet he'd been guided into that magic zone where he was just close enough to orgasm that he could almost smell his load flowing from his shaft already while being so relaxing he felt he could stay like this for hours without getting frustrated. The only part the stag's heavily-nailed hands were touching were his knees, gently prying them apart to give his antlered head more space to manoeuvre.

He felt his hand being batted away from the boar's cock; Jake heard a groan and watched as the boar took command of his own erection. Raising himself on the couch by his knees, he aimed his cock right into Jake's slightly-bloated-looking open mouth. Unsure exactly of what was to happen, but wanting to oblige, Jake opened his mouth, looking as the surprisingly-muscular boar grunted and squealed, leaning his head back as he toyed now with his own nipple.

Semen splattered over and into Jake's mouth, the orca next to them, and the couch on which they all sat. Although his cock was small, the boar's balls were enormous, and his first load was large and heavy. The salty liquid burned as Jake swallowed it down almost instinctively, just in time for more to pour out. The boar then aimed his cock elsewhere: Jake quickly closed his eyes as the cock was raised, the thick cum dripping down his face. More got ejaculated over his heavily-breathing chest as Jake felt the warmth of the fluid soak into his body.

The stag's mouth left his cock as Jake was aware of bodies shifting around him: he couldn't open his eyes until his face had been cleaned off a bit, but he could tell a bit from what he'd seen and felt earlier. Another mouth replaced it; this one hungrier and harsher, unafraid to tease his shaft with just enough teeth to get a reaction out of him while not being unpleasant or distractingly painful. Something long, hot and salty pressed against his lips, and Jake closed them around what he guessed was the stag's cock.

At first, the sensation had been somewhat muted by his mouth still having some of the boar's cum in it, but what hadn't been forced over his lips and trickling down his tongue he had to swallow quickly. It was, Jake decided, a lot like a hot, salty hot dog; only a lot stiffer. The tip pushed against the ridges of his mouth, jabbing him in the back of the throat. Moans came from above him; from what Jake could hear, Maui wasn't confining his ass-fingering to Jake, and the stag really enjoyed it.

By then, Jake's body quaked with need, and his energy had been depleted. His body froze up, and his nostrils flared widely as he gasped desperately for air by some passage that wasn't being smothered with stag dick. The boar's mouth released his cock, and Jake felt himself slide down the couch a little, until he was on his back. The warmth of the boar's semen on his chest was quickly joined by his own as he huffed, full-mouthed, as the boar rapidly jerked him off.

Jake tried to flail from side to side, his body seized by ecstatic spasms. It was another of those amazing ejaculations that make him feel like his cock was a faucet. He could almost swear his urethra was stretching wider just to let more of his fluid gush out of him. He kind of felt a little sad when the strength drained out, and his cock finally sagged against his body as his lust was sated for the time being.

Fingers swiped over the skin around his eyes, and the cock left his mouth. Jake blinked, trying to get used to seeing again. He was surrounded by three crotches: Maui's cock was hard, but aside from a fair amount of pre-cum seemed relatively dry; the stag's was sticky with a mixture of his own pre-cum, the boar's semen and Jake's saliva; the boar's relatively-smooth groin was stained with whitish globs, but his twisted cock-head was now only just visible above the tip of a thick, foreskin-like tube that contained the rest of its length.

He watched as the two still-unsated animal-men stood over his prone body, each stroking their genitals, looking down on Jake lustily. "This is my life now," he reflected upon his situation, panting and sticky, still drunk from the after-effects of his orgasm. Getting up, having breakfast, messing around a little, but mostly fucking other men, and having it all recorded for other people to watch. Sometimes amateurishly, sometimes in some scripted scenario from someone's bizarre imagination.

To his surprise, he found that he didn't hate it.

Sure, he'd been removed forcibly; but the alternative was making others like this. If it had spread too far - and knowing the effects so personally, Jake guessed that would likely happen - the whole of humanity could be affected: not every guy can be a gay half-man, half-animal if the species is to survive.

He reached up his hands. Maui and the stag moved in closer. His grip tightened down on both as he leaned into the wonderfully-musky-scented couches.

And now, he could work by staying in bed and playing with himself. That seemed a lot better than getting stressed, trawling through code or organising meetings with bossy, uncomprehending management. He'd really been a prisoner to that: he'd never gotten to go anywhere anyway, as there was always something crucial he'd have to get back to to make travelling viable.

He aimed both cocks over his body, closing his eyes as they kissed noisily above him. Jake found himself grinning stupidly.

Plus, he was no longer going to spend what little time he had had away from work by himself. All the guys he'd gotten to speak to so far had been nice, and a couple of the others had at least been fun to fool around with.

It felt good, getting the guys to moan, thrusting their hips at him as he pushed back. He liked the power he had over their cocks, which squirmed in his grip as he worked the thick, almost tentacle-like penis that Maui possessed, and the thinner, longer shaft of the deer-man.

Not even no longer being truly human seemed to bother him. The others seemed to have adapted well, and they'd all had something about them that was appealing. The stag was a fucking god of dick-sucking. Maui had been really friendly, and had done a lot to make him feel better about being here. That elephant's gigantic cock would be amazing to play with. Joey had a roguish charm that was very appealing. Leo's golden, well-formed body was amazing, but it was his eyes that were mesmerising.

He kept stroking well after the satisfied grunts and squeals from the guys he had been jerking off had given way to heavy breathings and murmurs of satisfaction. Fluid, thick with sperm, showered down upon as he tried to empty his sexual partner's balls all over him. Jake had hardly noticed that he'd been shouting out very loudly in an oddly deep voice, "Oh yeah, cum for me you little bitches!"