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** **** DISCLAIMER: The complete story contains forced, animal transformation, Male Nudity and M/M sex, if these are not your tastes or you are below the legal age to view this type of content, please close this file else sit back and enjoy!!!**

“CHEERS!”

Leon and Sam clinked their beer glasses together merrily before taking a deep swig of the hoppy ale.

“Man, that’s good” grinned Sam, setting his glass down on the bar and wiping the foam from his ginger beard.

“Yeah, not bad” agreed Leon, following suit and smiling up at his friend.

It had seemed an age since they had both had the opportunity to visit their favourite local, The Flair.

The bar was naturally packed for a Friday night, the beer was flowing, and the mood was high around the bar where the two men were stood.

Sam leaned against the bar and took another sip of his drink.

He was the taller of the two, his muscular form was dressed in a tight-fitting black t-shirt, baseball cap and jeans which contrasted with his ginger hair and beard.

Leon smaller and less muscular, his dark hair was shaved nearly to his scalp, and he was dressed in smart jeans and a t-shirt with a pair of thin glasses giving him a slight hipster look.

“Man, it’s been forever since we’ve been out for a beer” Leon sighed, smiling up at Sam, “Seems like whenever we try something’s always getting in the way”.

Sam nodded in agreement.

“Yeah work’s been a bitch lately” he said sourly, “I’ve had to take on extra shifts cause Jeremy went part time to do that programmers course of his”.

Leon’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Everything Ok with you two” he asked slowly, sipping his drink, “You seemed great at the wedding?”

Sam took a moment to respond, his lips working awkwardly before the words came.

“We’re fine” he finally admitted in a wavering voice, “It’s just been a little tense, Jeremy’s always stressed, he does late night studying and leaves me to do all the housework and shit”.

He downed the remainder of his drink and set the empty glass down rather harder than he meant to.

“And…well….the only action I’ve had in the last couple of months is from my own hand”.

He made a lewd hand gesture which caused Leon to snort half his drink up his nose.

Sam couldn’t help but snigger, watching Leon cough and splutter from his own mirth.

“Sorry dude” he chuckled, patting Leon’s back, “Anyway enough about me and my lack of action, how’s it going with you and the husband, I saw the honeymoon pics, looks like you had fun.”

Leon set his glass back down and took a moment to catch his breath while wiping the residue of ale from his mouth.

He glared at Sam for a second before settling back against the bar.

“Pretty good actually” he sniffed, “Yeah the honeymoon was great, out and about, no work, sun, sea and whole lot of…well you know!”

He gave Sam a wink, hoping to stir a repeat of his own reaction but the redhead merely rolled his eyes and grinned.

“Got the apartment sorted too, all moved in” Leon continued with a disappointed scowl, “Jobs been up and down with me though, Mathew is doing pretty well in his though, so we get by.”

“Good to hear” Sam nodded, giving his ears a scratch “I’m glad you got the whole package dude.”

Leon shrugged.

“C’est la vie” he grumbled, “but I kinda get where you are with only having yourself for company.”

Sam looked at him with narrowed eyebrows.

“I thought you said you were having a whole lot of it?” he said quizzically, “Newlyweds and all that?”

Leon sighed and downed the remainder of the pint that he hadn’t thrown down himself.

“While on honeymoon yeah” he replied, wiping his mouth, “Since we both got back though we’ve both been so tired, our jobs take up the day then we’ve got the apartment to sort, the shopping and all the other useless adult shit that we need to do.”

He set his empty glass back down and signalled he bartender for two more.

“By the end of it all we’re just exhausted, all we want to do is just collapse on the bed, sleep and then get up and do all over again….can’t even think when we last….”

He tailed off, his face blushing pink.

Sam let out a low whistle.

“Seems like we’re both in a bit of a fun rut” he grinned, gripping Leon’s shoulder and giving him a slight shake before his eyes cast slowly around the room.

His eyes fell on group of men, who looked to be in their early twenties, gathered around one of the bar’s pool tables.

They were all laughing, drinking, and making the most of their Friday night together.

One of the men raised a cue and both Leon and Sam watched as he bent over the table to make a shot, his bubbled ass prominent in his skintight jeans.

“Man, I wish Jeremy would let me be in an open relationship” Sam whispered, licking his lips, eyes fixated on the boy’s ass.

“I’d give that ass a good pounding!”

“You and me both” Leon smirked, his eyes also on the group of men, “Damn they’re so hot!”

Both men reached down and caressed their large, tenting groins.

Sipping the fresh drinks the barmen had given them, they casually glanced at each of the men as they played on, bending seductively over the table with each shot they made.

Leon’s eyes were moving from man to man, yet he also found himself glancing at Sam, his gym habits evident from the taught muscles on display, he had always been a little envious of his friend.

Sam gave a grunt and Leon quickly looked away from the now prominent bulge in his friend’s jeans turning to look back at the pool table only to now see that all of the group were now looking back at him, their eyes staring coldly at the two men.

“Shit I think we’ve been made” Sam grunted, swigging the last of his drink and gripping Leon’s shoulder, “Let’s get outta here”.

Leon nodded and quickly began to down the rest of his drink whilst tossing the barman a couple of notes for their drinks. They turned to leave but were accosted by a couple of the men who had moved away from the table and blocked their path.

“Oi! What you two staring at?” a dark-haired men grunted, staring intimidatingly into Sam’s face.

“Nothin’” Sam replied coldly, making to move past the man but he flung out an arm.

“Don’t think we didn’t see you” the man growled, “Staring at us when we took shots, fuckin’ fags…”

He tailed off as he looked down, spotting Sam’s evident bulge and sneering.

“Fucking knew it” he finished with a satisfied grunt.

Sam’s eyes flashed and Leon looked at the two men, hoping they wouldn’t start something while the man’s friend, a tall redhead with a cold expression, was staring at him as though itching for Leon to intervene.

“So what if I am?” Sam replied with an equally cold sneer, “Looking to get slapped by my cock?”

The man recoiled slightly, and Leon could tell the one watching him had supressed a snort.

“Fuck you!” the man snarled, balling his hand into a fist and looking ready to launch himself at Sam.

“If you took me to dinner and were actually cuter up close, I might have considered it” Sam hollered back, his voice louder and now attracting stares of some of the other bar patrons.

The man spluttered and Sam suddenly moved up close, his face now an inch from the startled man’s brick red face.

“But I don’t bottom for little shits like you” he growled, “I’d dominate your ass and have you begging for more”.

There was an awkward silence in which the man, clearly frozen in a mixture of rage, incredulity, shock, and fear while Leon and the man’s friend looked on.

The rest of the bar seemed to be looking over at them too, the remaining group around the pool table attempting to keep their faces straight.

“C’mon” Sam grunted, gesturing to Leon, “Let’s bail”.

Leon wordlessly followed Sam to the door, not looking at either of the two men and not daring to open his mouth until they had exited the bar and were walking along the Parisian waterfront.

“What a jackass” Sam finally grumbled, pausing to lean on the railing and looking down into the Seine.

“Yeah he really was a dick” Leon mumbled, joining him, “Cute though”.

Sam snorted.

“Thought I might actually get lucky” he grumbled sourly, staring out over the water, “Y’know just a quicky in the bathroom”.

Leon stared at Sam incredulously.

“Seriously, you’re that hard up?” he asked cautiously, trying his best to tiptoe around the implied infidelity.

Sam grunted again and grinned.

“Heh if you were up to it I’d let you blow me here and now!”

“Y…YOU’D WHAT?”

Leon’s face had gone beet red and he recoiled from the railing while Sam suddenly burst out laughing.

“Sorry Bro!” Sam chuckled, fondling his jeans, “But what I wouldn’t give to nut in a dude’s mouth right now”.

Leon continued to stammer, his eyes darting around while he tried to hide his own throbbing bulge.

“Well.. I….I…” he gasped, face still ruby red, unable to form the sentence, “m..maybe we c..can find somewhere…somewhere we can have a little…little…”

“A Little Fun?” came an oily voice from behind them.

Sam and Leon both wheeled around in shock.

The source of the voice being a tall man, dressed in a long scarlet coat with various gold fastenings, who had silently snuck up on them and now approached them openly with a wide grin on his face.

“Didn’t mean to make you jump boys” the man said jovially, raising his hands apologetically, “But I saw your little, shall we say, ‘peep show’ at the bar and judging from what I just heard, I think you lads are in need of some serious rest and relaxation”

Leon and Sam looked at each other, clearly unnerved by the man’s sudden appearance and apparent disposition towards eavesdropping.

It was Sam who acted first however, moving between the man and Leon.

“Who the hell are you?” Sam asked, puffing out his muscled chest while trying to stare the man down.

The man however grinned wider and gave a sweeping bow in which he whipped off his brown cap to reveal his silvery grey, curly hair.

“Just call me your humble Coachman” he replied at the height of his bow, “Here to whisk you away to a place of fantasy, fun and frivolity!”

And as he rose, he flourished his free hand and seemed to magically produce two large golden slips of paper from the inside of his coat.

“Here you are lads” he continued, holding out the papers, “Your tickets to happiness!”

Eyeing the man suspiciously, Sam leaned forwards and took one of the papers.

Leon watched his eyes move across the paper and watched as his expression suddenly turned from suspicion to jubilation.

“Are you serious dude?” Sam asked the Coachman, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“Absolutely my good man” the Coachman replied with another flashy grin before turning to Leon, “And yourself, my other good man?”

Looking between Sam, who was still stating disbelievingly at his ticket and the man who was waving the remaining paper tantalisingly before him, Leon finally shrugged and took the golden slip, holding it out before him as he read the ornate slanting calligraphy which overlayed the outline of a braying donkey’s head.

_ _

THIS TICKET ADMITS ONE PERSON TO A FREE, ALL EXPENSES PAID, WEEKEND TRIP TO

_ PLEASURE ISLAND!_

_ _

FREE DRINKS! FREE FOOD! FREE TRAVEL! FREE ACCOMODATION!

RIDES AND AMUSEMENTS GALORE AWAIT!

Like his friend, Leon’s face suddenly went from suspicious to exhilarated, flipping the ticket over to reveal first class travel details including plane and ferry fare.

“HOLY SHIT!” Leon gasped loudly, staring at the Coachman “Is this legit?”

“Oh completely!” the Coachman smiled earnestly, replacing his hat and tipping the brim, “The offer is open lads, call the number on the ticket and get booked in”.

He whirled on the spot and began to walk back along the promenade.

“I look forwards to seeing you on the island” he called over his shoulder, before with another flourish of his coat, he turned the corner and vanished.

Sam and Leon remained at the riverside, staring at their tickets.

“Fuck…its almost too good to be true” Leon whispered, turning the ticket over again.

He looked up at Sam who slowly met his gaze.

“True or not” he replied with a grin, “I think it’s just what we need”.

“So, what did you tell Mathew?” Sam asked loudly over the chattering crowd, cocking his eyebrow.

“Just that I was going out on the town with you and that I may stay over” Leon replied with a nervous chuckle, “He had to work this weekend anyway, so he didn’t really care, what about you with Jeremy?”

“Heh, I said I was going to yours for the weekend for a gaming session” Sam chortled, “He said he could use the time to hit the books and to ‘have fun’”.

He made air quotations and both men both laughed as they walked with the large gaggle of men down the gangplank of the enormous ferry whose smokestacks were still pumping out small puffs of steam into the bright evening sky.

But the attention of all was firmly on what lied ahead, the immense island that stood at the end of the pier which was illuminated by countless dazzling lights which danced in time to the cacophony of music that blared out across the waves, calling the men onwards like a siren song.

“GENTLEMEN!” came a loud voice from the front of the group drew everyone’s attention and Sam and Leon watched as the Coachman who had given them their tickets was stood in front of the large gates to the island, his arms thrown wide in welcome.

“Welcome to you all!” the Coachman continued, “Are you ready for the time of your lives?”

There was a resounding cheer from the group, including Sam and Leon.

The Coachman’s grin widened, and he turned to the gates and called out at the top of his voice.

“THROW OPEN THE GATES AND WELCOME ALL!....TO PLEASURE ISLAND!!!”

With a thunderous grating noise that was almost drowned in another cheer from the crowd, the immense doors to the island parted and the pier was immediately bathed in a widening strip of dazzling golden light.

“Holy….” Leon gasped, his eyes going wide as the dazzle faded to reveal a stunning sight.

Stood in the radiant glow, Leon and Sam beheld the wonders before them, a brilliantly lit square filled with stalls that were dispensing beer and cigars, and beyond that, the immense rides of a massive amusement part.

An enormous lit Ferris Wheel dominating the skyline with a mountain, out of which roller coaster cars were rocketing along lit tracks like fireflies in the encroaching night.

Sam and Leon only had a moment to enjoy the sight as with the doors now open, the crowd surged forwards as one, sweeping them into main square where large steins of beer were thrust into their hand by attendants who all smiled widely at them.

“CHEERS!” Sam called, clinking their glasses and taking a long swig.

Leon echoed his cheer and joined him in quaffing the rich golden ale, the hoppy taste spreading wildly over his tongue.

Any further words were immediately drowned out by the roar of the speakers from a large bandstand on one side of the square.

Music began to pound in their heads and both Sam and Leon felt themselves giving into the beat that made the floor tremble and their eardrums pound.

They began to dance along with the other men, nodding along to the rhythm while downing their beers.

Thrusting and stomping in time to the music, Leon blushed as he was pushed up against Sam in the heat of the dance.

Blushing furiously as their bodies rubbed against each other, Leon could do nothing but laugh along with the others, allowing Sam to lead him on into the pleasurable onslaught.

Beer flowed freely, every empty glass quickly refilled, carnival food was thrust into their hands and Leon gasped he tried his first puff of a rich cigar offered by a grinning attendant while the music played on.

“You’ll get used to it!” Sam laughed, slapping his friend hard on the back as he choked on the earthy smoke and tobacco.

“C’mon let’s head up to the park” he continued, stubbing out his own cigar, and staring up at the bright, golden lights of the bustling amusement park, “I wanna check out that roller coaster”.

Buzzed from the alcohol, tobacco and music, Leon merely grinned dopily, letting Sam take his arm and drag him away from the charged atmosphere of the square and up the road into the bustling amusement park where the rides glittered in the twilight, the blinking lights almost hypnotic in the motions of the various rides.

“Woah trippy” Leon grinned, staring up at the enormous Ferris Wheel with a beer in one hand a corndog in the other.

The lights twinkled in his eyes, and he found himself grinning, his front teeth sticking out goofily as he chuckled.

“Hey Leon!” came Sam’s voice, forcing Leon to slowly turn his blank eyes over to where Sam stood beneath a huge sign which read:

JACKHAMMER!

Queue Here!

_ _

“DUDE THERES NO QUEUE!” Sam cheered, waving his empty stein “LETS GO!!!!”

“Coming!” Leon called back, downing the last of his drink and hurling the empty stein away where it shattered on the ground.

“Oooops…hic…hehe” Leon chuckled beginning to stagger towards his friend and reaching to scratch an itchiness on his belly, his fingernails catching a treasure trail of light hairs.

“Ohhhh Mon Dieu…” Leon moaned, leaning up against the exit gate of the roller coaster while the corndogs in his stomach rumbled threateningly.

“HAHA! That was so much fun!” Sam yelled, slapping Leon on the back merrily, “Wanna go again?”

Leon merely gave him the look that scorches in response, taking deep breaths as he felt his stomach beginning to settle.

“Could…could have done without the soaking…” Leon wheezed, staggering back upright.

“Yeah that was a bit of a surprise” Sam agreed tugging at the sodden garment plastered to his chest.

The rollercoaster had been a wild ride, full of banking turns and steep drops and even one big loop in the centre of the mountain, but they hadn’t expected the plunge into an underground lake near the end of the ride that had left the two of them sopping.

“Never mind, it’ll dry” Sam continued, pulling the dripping shirt over his head and beginning to wring it out.

Leon felt his cheeks redden again as he stared at his friend’s bare chest, all the work he had done at the gym on display with the firm rolling abs and his defined pecs which gleamed in the golden light.

“Heh, I knew you had a hairy chest but fuck dude” Leon commented while his eyes continued to admire his friend’s muscular build, noticing how the normal coating of auburn chest hair had become a thick mat that covered his chest and arms outlining the muscles, and almost hiding his skin.

Sam however looked down with a confused expression.

“D’fuck is this?” he said, looking shocked before fading to a cocky sneer, “Guess I got a testosterone hit?”

He ran a hand through the slightly damp hairs and Leon noticed that his jeans gave a noticeable throb at the groin as he pulled his arms up in a flex.

“Fuckin’ hot though don’t you think?” Sam laughed, looking over at Leon and flexing his arms, revealing his furry underarms.

Leon gulped and was partially thankful his own jeans were wet as he was sure his cock just shot a jet of pre into his damp boxers.

“I…err….fuck….yeah” Leon stammered in response, his nostrils flaring as a spicy musk suddenly hit him, a mix of sweat and farm, his eyes fluttering and the front of his jeans bulging as he drank in both the seductive scent and his friend’s glorious body.

Leon’s reaction seemed to entice Sam, and he turned to flex his back, revealing it to be equally hairy.

“Like the look of a real man?” Sam jeered, throwing his arm around Leon’s shoulders, enjoying how he was making him blush.

Leon was always such an easy tease.

“C’mon, I heard there’s a house nearby that’s set up so you can literally trash the place!” Sam grinned, “Fancy venting a little of that ‘pent up’ energy”.

Leon’s face contorted, still beet red, he knew Sam was just pushing his buttons, but it didn’t stop him from giving the half-naked man a dig in the ribs with his elbow.

“Oofff…I’ll take that as a yes” Sam chuckled, wheezing slightly.

“Jackass” Leon grinned allowing himself to be steered away through the amusement park, trying his best to make his throbbing cock go down.

It didn’t take them long to find the house on the far side of the amusement park; the large manor already a scene of absolute carnage with the sounds of crashes and breaking objects blaring from the already smashed windows and the shattered remains of broken furniture littering the ground as they approached.

“Sounds like the party’s already begun” Leon grinned, ducking as a vase sailed out of a window above them and shattered nearby.

“Well let’s go in while there’s still stuff to smash!” Sam laughed, tugging Leon through the open doors and into the ongoing chaos.

Men were running about everywhere they looked, laughing and yelling as they seized anything they could get their hands on and finding the best possible way to destroy it.

Examining the living and dining rooms, they found cabinets smashed, crockery and glassware shattered, portraits torn and the remnants of what might have been a piano.

“HEY WATCH THIS!”

Sam and Leon turned just in time to watch as a man, holding a large, framed portrait in his arms, ran forwards and smashed the picture over the head of another man sitting on a large, torn up sofa and they both snorted as the man’s head went straight through the canvas.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

The man on the sofa sprang up and wheeled around, the portrait swinging around his neck as he glared angrily at the perpetrator who had fallen down, yelling in laughter.

“HAHAHAHA! You really do look like an ass now dude! AHAHAHAAAWWHAHA!

Looking back at the man, Sam and Leon looked closer before both of them snorted.

The picture that had been forced onto the man’s head depicted a large painted donkey and the man’s head had gone right through the donkey’s face.

Turning to a broken mirror the man stared at his distorted reflection and saw the ridiculous sight.

The man’s anger seemed to melt away, and he suddenly bent over and began to laugh.

“HAHAHAHA HEEEEHAAAAAAWW HEEEEHAAAAAAAAWW”

Leon looked stunned as the man suddenly let out a realistic donkey bray.

“HAHAHA NOW YOU SOUND LIKE ONE TOO!”

The man on the floor was rolling about in fits of laughter and Leon began to laugh too as he realised the other man was merely playing into the joke.

“C’mon, I bet there’s some rooms upstairs that haven’t been wrecked” Sam laughed, tugging at Leon’s shirt, and guiding him towards an ornate staircase that spiralled up from the hallway.

As Sam paused to laugh at a drunken college man swinging shirtless from the chandelier, Leon looked back at the men still visible in the living room.

The man still had the painting around his neck and was sat on the floor still laughing, but Leon had to do a double take as he was almost certain the man’s ears were now stretched tall over his head and were covered in grey fur, but then the picture shifted and he was sure it was just trick of the light, that the ears were the ones of the painted donkey.

“WOAHHHHH!”

CRASH!

“WOAH DUDE YOU OK?”

Leon turned back just in time to see the chandelier fall and Sam leaning over the banister to see the man crawling away from the wreckage below.

The man grinned, a large rolled spliff between his lips and gave them a thumbs up.

“All good hairy dude!” he chuckled continuing to crawl and Leon stared as he saw a large bulge forming just above the guy’s ass in his shorts.

“What the?” Leon pondered but was cut off by Sam’s sudden burst of laughter.

“Dude looks like he’s shit himself!” Sam laughed, continuing up the stairs, “I don’t wanna find out if he has though, c’mon dude!”

Leon took another look back at crawling man, observing that the bulge seemed to be swelling, before continuing to follow Sam to the second floor.

“Oh, hell yeah!” Sam suddenly yelled looking through a doorway just opposite the stairs, “Check this out Leon!”

Following him up, Leon followed Sam’s gaze and felt a similar grin appear on his face as he spotted the door directly opposite on the landing which opened up into a brightly lit games room.

Like all the rooms they had seen, this room had already been ransacked.

A large pool table was resting on two legs on its side, a dartboard was half embedded in the shattered window, and a pair of cues had been snapped in two and javelined into a torn oil painting on the wall.

SMASH!

The sound of shattering glass caused both men to turn and observe two other people in the room who were laughing jovially and hurling the discarded pool balls at bottles of booze lined up on a bar installed along the far wall.

Even as they watched, one of the boys lined up another shot and hurled another ball which flew wide and struck a mirror behind the bar with an ear-splitting crack.

Sam snorted, “Nice shot!”

The two boys turned and the smirk faded from Sam’s face as they came face to face with the dark-haired pool player from The Flair.

“Oh fucking hell” the man snarled, “and here I thought this was gonna be an epic trip”.

Sam balled his hands into fists, his dark nails digging into his palms.

“I was just thinking the same thing” he said coldly, advancing slightly in front of Leon.

“Woah drama dude?”

Everyone turned at the outburst of the other boy who chuckled drunkenly as he took a swig from a bottle, grinning stupidly as he moved between Sam and his friend.

“C’mon dudes let’s enjoy ourselves, no need to throw puncheeeees”.

His voice rose a to an odd screech as he stumbled and Leon ran forwards to support him.

“Thanks dude” the boy chuckled, swaying drunkenly in Leon’s arms, “Anyway you two, why not see who’s the best shaaaaaaawt?”

His voice cracked again as he held up a large red pool ball tantalisingly and gestured to the unbroken bottles on the bar.

The dark-haired man snorted and put his hands on his hips.

“You think I’m gonna play with a couple of fags” he snarled, “Fat chance”.

Sam let out a loud laugh.

“HAH! I saw your last shot, I bet I could beat you with one hand behind my back!”

The dark-haired man bristled, his expression becoming cocky before he reached out and snatched the pool ball from his friend’s hand.

“Fine, one game” he scowled, tossing and catching the ball, “if only to show you guys up”.

“Oh I’m gonna enjoy this” Sam grinned, picking up another discarded ball from the ground.

Leon and the drunk friend staggered back as they took their positions, Leon still supporting the man who seemed to grow more unsteady on his feet, he grunted and snorted, kicking at his shoes in discomfort.

“Alright then, best of ten!” the dark-haired man announced, raising the hand holding the ball.

“You’re on!” Sam replied, mimicking his movement.

“THREE, TWO, ONE!”

SMASH!

“WOOHOOO SMOKED YA!” Sam yelled, punching the air and taking a swig from his tankard in celebration.

“HAAAAAAWW FUCK!”

Leon sniggered as the dark-haired man, who they now been introduced as Dion, staggered and gripped his head in frustration as he let out a cry that almost sounded bestial.

Sam laughed and grabbed another pitcher of beer and refilling his own glass and then Dion’s.

“Tough luck dude!” Sam cheered with a slight swagger, patting Dion on the shoulder.

Dion looked up, his eyes slightly unfocused from the drink.

“I..I wanna go again!” he spluttered, “Anothaaww Round!”

Leon rolled his eyes.

One game had turned into five, and with each game that passed the animosity between everyone had quickly faded into drunken japery, especially when one of the staff had turned up with kegs and pitchers of free beer to quench their thirst.

Leon had tried his luck at the games but had found his aim was atrocious, he arrogantly put it down to the drink.

Instead, he had spent most of his time with André, the other friend, sitting on the collapsed pool table and watching the fierce contest become more like a budding bromance.

“Don’t think we can dude” Sam replied, looking around the room at the large piles of broken glass surrounded the cracked bar, “No more bottles to shoot at.”

“No more beer either” Dion said sourly as the last dregs poured from the pitcher into his glass.

Sam grunted and threw the empty pitcher at the bar where it shattered loudly, joining the large quantity of shattered glass that littered the ground.

He scratched his hairy chest; the dark brown hairs were matted with sweat and beer and seemed to have grown thicker over the last hour.

All four men let out a cheer before downing the last of their drinks and hurling their glasses after the pitcher.

“What do you guys wanna do now?” Dion grinned, getting to his feet unsteadily, “Wanna hit the park or the arcade?”

Leon raised a hand with a wide grin on his face, scratching his own hairy belly with his free hand.

“How about we hit the actual pool hall!” he suggested, “Bet I can shoot better than I can throw”.

Dion and Sam looked at each other and grinned.

“Sound like haaww plan!” Dion laughed dryly, looking over at André who was sat with his shoes off, massaging his feet. “Gonna join us dude?”

André swayed drunkenly and Leon noticed for the first time that he had a massive overbite, his front teeth seemed larger.

“Sure theeeeeeng” André smiled his voice rising again to an odd screech as he tried to stand, swaying unsteadily on his feet and for some reason was balancing on the balls of his feet.

“You ok man?” Leon asked concernedly, watching André stagger away only for him to make it a few steps before there was an odd cracking noise and André stumbled and fell forwards with a clattering crash onto his hands and knees.

“HAAAAAAAW FAAAAAAWK!” Andre cried, bowing his head, his ears looking strangely pointed from the angle where they stood.

“Dude you’re wasted” Dion laughed, pointing at his friend with a dark nailed finger.

“Just haaaawwd a bheeet much” Andre replied with a large buck toothed grin, “You ghaaww ahead and I’ll meet you lateeeeeHAAAAAWW!”

André’s voice suddenly screeched into a primal bray as he began to crawl towards a busted sofa.

Leon looked stunned but Sam threw an arm around his shoulder and the sudden wave of manly musk distracted him completely, the front of his jeans suddenly bulging.

“Sleep it off dude and catch us up!” Sam smiled, leading both Leon and Dion from the room and unsteadily down the stairs while André pulled himself uneasily onto the sofa, grunting as his nose swelled and his jaw cracked forwards while his ears stretched.

Emerging back into the amusement park, the three men laughed along with the masses that were staggering around drunkenly.

Leon noticed that some of them seemed to be wearing strange donkey ears while others had attached donkey tails to the back of their trousers.

Before he could point it out however, Sam grabbed his wrist and pulled him around.

“Hey, check this out!” he grinned, pointing at a large sign painted on wall which read in huge letters:

I MADE AN ASS OF MYSELF ON PLEASURE ISLAND!

In front of the sign, a member of the Island staff was standing next to a large camera tripod and was beckoning anyone who would listen to come and have their photo taken.

“What do you say guys?” Sam asked jovially, “One to share!”

Leon and Dion looked at each other and shrugged before following Sam over to the photo area.

“Welcome!” the photographer grinned, gesturing the boys under the sign, “Line up under the sign and I’ll grab a few shots!”

Sam and Dion moved under the sign and Sam pulled a flex, showing off the muscles under the thick brown hairs that now looked more like a pelt, almost completely covering his chest and arms.

“Hey dudes, take off your shirts!” Sam grinned, “We’re all bro’s here”.

“Seriously dude?” Dion asked, looking suspicious.

Sam smiled, “Aww c’mon Dion, y’know you wanna show off!”

Leon chuckled, seeing Dion roll his eyes before reaching down and pulling his shirt over his head, revealing a toned, muscular chest with dark, perked nipples and a lot of thick black hair.

“Fuck bro” Sam grinned, a blush rising in his cheeks, “You’re fucking hot!”

Dion blushed, turning away while Sam coughed and rubbed his throat, his voice having cracked slightly.

Leon blushed too, seeing the two hunks admire each other, he knew he wasn’t as muscular or toned but maybe they wouldn’t notice his lack thought their drunken haze.

Pulling off his shirt, revealing his average chest that had a fair bit of hair but nothing to the extent of the other two, Leon took his place standing between the two men.

“OK boys, strike a pose and give me a good loud cheer!” the photographer called.

Sam and Dion both flexed their arms and smirked while Leon flexed his arms across his chest and gritted his teeth in a manly growl.

FLASH!

The camera went off with a burst of light and the three men staggered, slightly dazzled.

“Wanna check it out?” the photographer smiled, picking up a tablet and turning it toward them.

The picture was well detailed, and the exposure actually accentuated the hairy muscles of Dion and Sam although something made both their ears look larger and the shadows made their noses look darker, to top it off Leon gasped at his smile, the photo giving him a buck toothed grin that made him look like a cartoon jackass.

“Fuck I look like shit” Leon scowled, looking up at the photographer, “Can we take it again?”

“I dunno I think it suits ya” Sam teased, laughing at the thunderous look he got back, “Fine, can we do another?”

The photographer pulled a face.

“I’m only supposed to do one per group” he said in a fake disappointed voice, “But I’ll do another if you all bray, be real asses on Pleasure Island”.

“Seriously” Dion snorted, the sour look from earlier returning.

Sam quickly moved next to him and whispered something and Dion’s face spit into a sneer and he raised his hands in surrender.

“OK one more” he smiled.

Leon looked between them suspiciously.

“What was that all about?” he asked as Sam struck his pose again.

“Nothing…nothing” Sam said in a tone that fooled no-one, “C’mon let’s take this and then we’ll get a drink”.

Leon was about to protest but the photographer called out before he could speak.

“Alright guys, give me a big bray in THREE!”

Leon turned and quickly flexed his arms again, this time mirroring Sam and Dion.

“TWO” the photographer counted.

Behind Leon, Dion and Sam grinned at each other and Sam dropped his flex.

“ONE”

Leon took a deep breath, filling his lungs, getting into the enjoyment of the moment.

“BRAY!” the photographer yelled.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…” Leon began, ready to bray out as instructed.

But as he began he felt something grab his hips and in the space of a second, he felt a heavy tug.

And his jeans and boxers were yanked to his ankles, exposing his chubbing cock to cool night air.

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!” Leon brayed out.

FLASH!

Leon’s bray was lost in the sudden yells of laughter of the two men behind him before he came to his senses and dived to pull up his jeans and hide his shame.

“HAHAHAHAHA!”

Face burning, Leon wheeled around to find Sam and Dion doubled over, clutching their furry chests in fits of hysterical laughter.

“YOU BHAAAAAWWSTARDS!” Leon yelled, charging forwards and raising his fist to throw a punch at Sam who caught it and pulled the angry man into a bare-chested hug, their thick hairs brushing together and infusing their bodies with a strange earthy musk.

“Sorry dude” Sam gasped, trying to speak through the laugher, “I couldn’t resist”.

Leon pushed him away angrily as photographer approached.

“That’s your lot lads and I gotta say you do look like asses” the man laughed, presenting a printed photograph to the three men.

Gathering around, the three men stared at the photo, all three faces pulling a different expression in response to what they saw.

The glossy photograph showed two hairy, bare chested men grinning with big toothy grins, one giving a thumbs up, the other crouching down having just pulled down the underwear of the central figure who effectively stood naked, his mouth open in a wide shocked bray while his modest seven-inch cock hung between his thighs, sitting squarely in the centre of the photograph.

“OH FUCK THAT!” Leon yelled, lunging for the photo but Sam was quicker, seizing the picture from the photographer and holding it high out of his friend’s reach.

“Whoa Leon!” Sam sneered, glancing up at the picture, “Who knew you were packing that?”

Leon bushed scarlet, his buzz cut hair seeming to bristle in his anger, particularly over the crown of his head.

“GIVE IT HEEEEEERE!” he screeched, his voice breaking in his fury.

Sam just laughed, trading the photo between his hands as Leon jumped like a kid on a schoolground trying to get his lunch money back from a bully.

“Tell ya what dude, go grab us some drinks and I’ll give ya the phaawto” Sam grinned, coughing again as his voice grated.

Leon scowled and Dion sneered.

“You fucking better” Leon snarled, staring at the two hairy men before turning away and heading towards one of the nearest stalls where Pleasure Island staff were happily handing out large steins of beer.

Sam chuckled as he watched him go before turning as Dion put a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey dude I need to take a leak” he said groggily before moving to a shadowy alley between two buildings.

Sam followed Dion to the entrance of the alleyway, leaning against the cold dark wood as he heard the Dion pull down his zipper and grunt in relief.

Ignoring this, Sam looked down at the photograph, his eyes fixed on Leon’s hairy, naked body, in particular the large swinging seven-inch, cut cock.

“Fuck I never realised how big he was” Sam muttered, feeling his own cock growing stiff the more he looked, the front of his jeans bulging.

The longer he stared at the photo, the more he admired how Leon’s furry chest drew his eye, his cute smile with those big teeth, the way his shorty cut seemed to bristle up in the centre, like he could grow a mohawk.

But his eyes always returned to that thick, girthy cock and he imagined having it in his hand, stroking it, sucking it.

“Mmmphhh…that would be a challenge” Sam thought, his tongue lolling out as he unbuttoned his jeans and letting out a short grunt as his hardening, nine-inch cock flopped out into the night air, thick veins throbbing with each pulse.

Not caring that he was in public and could easily be seen at the end of the alley, Sam wrapped his fingers around his warm shaft and slowly began to stroke, his eyes fixed on the photograph.

“So hot” he moaned, licking his lips while his throbbing meat swelled in his hand, growing to full hardness while his knees trembled.

Sam could picture it in his mind, on his knees, licking Leon’s hard, fat cock, embracing the desires he had been repressing for years.

A great spurt of pre shot from the tip to the ground, the musk reaching Sam’s flaring nostrils and driving his lust even higher.

Then the image changed to Leon kneeling before him, hands wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly before his tongue began to lap his flaring tip.

“Ngghhhh” he grunted, his face blushing scarlet while a thick as his finger brushed the tip of his cock, tracing seductively over the moist tip as his shaft throbbed in his fist.

He was getting close, his balls throbbing with need, sending a message to his lust filled brain to keep stoking and blow his load.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Sam’s eyes snapped from the photo and he raised his head.

Dion who was frozen with an expression of shock and disgust on his face, his hands halfway to securing his belt.

The two stared at each other for a moment before Sam’s stunned expression relaxed into a smirk.

“What?” Sam sneered, resuming the pumping of his cock, his eyes roaming Dion’s furry body, licking his lips at how the dark hairs outlined his muscles.

“Can’t a guy jerk off in peace?” he added.

Dion’s face went brick red and his mouth moved wordlessly as he struggled to find the words to express his fury at seeing Sam jerking off so casualty in public.

Yet one thing caught Sam’s eye and that was the fact that, despite his obvious outrage, Dion’s eyes never drifted from his thick, leaking tip.

“I…It’s” Dion stammered, his tongue wetting his lips subconsciously as the angry colour in his cheeks lightened to a blush, “It’s fucking disgusting”.

Sam snorted, his nostrils flaring, his eyes moving down to Dion’s jeans where he saw the front beginning to bulge suspiciously.

“Really, that’s what you think?” Sam grinned, widening his stance to face Dion head on and lewdly pumping his cock in his direction, “Well I think you’re full of it Dion, I think the only thing going through your mind is how much of my meat you can swallow before you choke!”

Dion’s face contorted but his eyes remained fixed on Sam’s leaking tip.

“F…Fuck you” Dion curses, the throbbing bulge in his jeans swelling and becoming more prominent, “I..I don’t wanna suck your…fuck”.

He gritted his teeth and tried to hide his growing erection by placing his hands over his crotch.

“C…Can you just Stop!”

The desperate yell caused Sam to let out a chuckle as his cock jetted out a spurt of pre.

“I knew you were a fucking closet case” he jeered taking a step closer to Dion and giving his cock a long, sensual pump,.

“Tell ya what!” he added with a knowing smirk, “Ya friends ain’t here, Leon’s off getting the booze and I’m horny as fuck”.

He gave his cock a shake, spraying the ground with pre as Dion gulped loudly.

“Since ya clearly want it too, and you’re damn hot”.

Sam licked his lips.

“ I’m gonna let ya blow me, right here and now, and it’ll remain our little secret…what do ya say?”

Dion was opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish in his absolute disbelief, his scarlet face almost glowing in the dim light of the alley.

But it was clear that there was a powerful internal struggle from every twitch of his shoulders and clenching of his hands.

Yet he hadn’t refused, and Sam knew he was juggling with his own deep desires that had been buried under his false bravado.

Sam continued to stroke himself off, enjoying the show and he was about to remind Dion that Leon would likely be back soon when Dion hung his head and sighed, the hands cupping his throbbing bulge moving to the fly of his jeans.

“You better fucking keep this to yourself” he growled, popping the button of jeans and thrusting them to his knees, revealing his tented boxers with an obscene bulge, “Let’s make this quick!”

Sam’s grin widened and stepped a little closer as Dion sunk to his knees, his mouth working furiously as the leaking tip of Sam’s cock grew ever closer to his sweaty face.

“Better make it good then” Sam sneered thrusting his hips, his cock bouncing tantalisingly before Dion’s face, “Have at it dude!”

Dion panted, his nostrils flaring as he reached up with a trembling hand and curled his fingers gently around Sam’s girthy shaft, feeling it throb in his palm.

“F…Fuck” he gulped, beginning to give slow, gentle strokes, watching Sam’s foreskin pull easily down from his leaking tip.

“Mmmph” Sam moaned, his head lolling as he held back a chuckle at Dion’s obvious inexperience, he reached down and place his hand over Dion’s and tightened his grip.

“It ain’t made of glass bro, really go for it!”

Dion almost pulled away but a sudden pulse of the thick shaft in his hand and the rich musk that oozed from Sam enticed the snarling man to continue, his grip firmer and his pumps harder while his eyes remained fixed on the shiny, salty drops leaking from the tip which was almost hypnotic, drawing him in closer and closer until his lips were inches from away from the sensitive skin.

“Go for it, bro” Sam gasped, his whole-body quivering from the sensation of Dion’s warm breath on his cock, waiting for him to make the first move.

Dion gulped loudly, clearly conflicted about what he was about to do, yet he still grew closer, a primal drive pushing him towards the large, musky cock before him.

He breathed deeply, Sam’s rich muck continuing to fill his senses as he jerked the thick, meaty cock.

Dion’s straining bulge throbbed as he edged on the precipice, lips inches from Sam’s pulsing tip.

“…fuck…”

It came out as a mere whisper before Dion finally surrendered, leaning forwards and wrapping his lips around the fat head of Sam’s cock.

Sam let out a long, pleasured moan, leaning back against the dark wall, his lips pursed as he watched the dark haired, hairy hunk servicing his cock.

“Knew it!” he thought, his face splitting into a satisfied grin, “Bigots really are just begging to choke on a thick, hard cock”.

Placing his hand into Dion’s slick, black hair, Sam began to buck his hips, pushing more of his cock into the man’s eager maw.

“Mmmmppph” Dion grunted, his moans muffled from Sam’s pulsing cock that quickly pushed its way to the back of his throat, making him gag slightly but he quickly got over it.

Deep inside his mind however, Dion’s thoughts were in total freefall.

“What the hell am I doing?”

“I’m blowing a guy….I’M BLOWING A GUY!”

“Fuck…it’s disgusting….but….why….so…good”.

The man’s eyes rolled as tongue lathered the pulsing shaft while it pistoned between his blackening lips.

He was really getting into it, his hands moving both to grip the hairy base of Sam’s cock, fondling his low hanging balls.

Sam’s moans were becoming louder, echoing slightly off the wooden walls, and drawing a few gazes from passersby who ventured close to the alley.

“Mmmphh….you sure you’re straight bro” Sam moaned, sneering down at the man blowing him, “You suck cock like a pro!”

A long slurp was all the response Dion gave, and Sam chuckled, closing his eyes and leaning back against the wooden wall.

His hands moving from Dion’s hair to his ears, gripping the man’s head lightly while he thrust deeper, grunting as his swelling balls slapped Dion’s furry chin.

Outside the alley, meanwhile, Leon was stomping back to where he had left his friends, with three large tankards of beer clasped in his arms and muttering bitterly under his breath.

“Assholes should be glad I didn’t piss in their beer” he scowled as he reached where Sam and Dion had been waiting and looking around, “Where the hell are they?

Scanning around the passersby, most of which were all now wearing those large donkey ears and a few had long ropey tails sticking through tears in their jeans and shorts.

“Where are these guys getting that stuff? “ Leon pondered curiously, his eyes falling on a man who was walking around wearing what looked like a realistic furry donkey mask, he was shaking and letting out long brays and the realistic way the mouth moved made Leon laugh.

“Fuckin Jackass” he chuckled, turning back to the spot where he had left Dion and Sam and looking around when he saw it deserted.

“What the hell!” he snarled, looking around and scanning the few men he could see for the sight of his friends, “If they’ve ditched me, I swear to…”

“FUUUUUCK!”

Leon almost dropped the beer as a loud, moan suddenly sounded from the dark alleyway behind him. Wheeling around, he stared into the shadows, his ears twitching for the source of the sound, yet he could see nothing through the near darkness.

Setting the tankards of beer down on a nearby barrel, he edged a little closer and crouched down, narrowing his eyes as he spotted a pair of shadows through the gloom.

“Mmmmphh keep going duuuuude”.

Leon’s eyes widened as he heard Sam’s voice moaning before becoming a loud braying grunt and as his eyes became accustomed to the dark alley, he suppressed a gasp as he saw the scene of Dion on his knees, his face bobbing in and out of Sam’s groin.

Thick, black lips wrapped around Sam’s throbbing cock.

“Hooooo god!” Sam moaned, throwing his head back as Dion deepthroated his shaft, his large dark nose pressing closer to Sam’s furry crotch.

Leon was frozen where he knelt, his eyes fixed on the pair, a warm flush rising up his body from his toes to his blushing face.

A blush rose in his cheeks, and he grunted as the front of his jeans began to bulge.

He thought Dion was straight, a real womanizer, yet here he was being face fucked by his best friend.

“Fuck that’s hot” he thought, a pang of jealously adding to his lust as he reached down to rub his arousal.

Dion let out a muffled moan, the thick cock in his mouth seeming to hilt in his throat as Sam gripped his face harder.

“Need to get more in” Sam grunted, his teeth grinding together as he thrust his hips, driving his cock deeper into Dion’s throat, causing the man to gag around his shaft.

“Ahh…ahhhhhhh…MMMMMPH!”

Sam’s moans were growing louder, each one sounding more and more desperate as he seemed to be teetering on the edge of orgasm, spurts of pre firing down Dion’s gullet.

The sound and taste drove Dion’s insane lust to even greater heights and he doubled his efforts to take even more of Sam’s shaft, finally pulling down his pre-soaked boxers and unleashing his own, ten-inch, cock, the skin of which was ebony black.

From where he sat, Leon let out an inaudible gasp as Dion unveiled his enormous cock, his flaring nostrils blazing as a wave of bestial musk filled his senses and a burning sensation suddenly rose in his throat and groin while his tight jeans grew painfully tight from his hardening cock.

As quietly as he could, Leon undid his belt and jeans and pushed them down his hairy thighs, letting out a slight grunt of relief as his own rock-hard cock flopped out into the free air.

Taking his pulsing shaft in hand, Leon began to pleasure himself, his eyes fixed on the couple before him as they moaned and grunted.

“MMMMPHH!!”

Sam groaned hard as his grip on Dions face grew tighter.

He needed to go deeper, to have his cock completely in this supposedly straight boy’s mouth when he blew.

“Come on Bro!” he whined, rising to his tip toes, “Take it all!”

Dion’s response was to continually deepthroat Sam’s pulsing shaft, the tip pulsing in his throat as he kept trying to take more as he desperate jacked his own cock, his own mushroom tip leaking and suddenly flattening into something not human.

His newly flattened tip suddenly swelled into a flare as his earlier thoughts of shame and disgust were consumed by the intense bliss he was drowning in.

“More…I want….More!”

The crazed lust in his mind completely overrode any traces of the screaming voice of resistance at the back of his mind as an odd pressure began to build in his face.

“Give me more!”

As though his body was reacting to his with his wish, there was a gentle cracking noise and Dion gagged and grunted as his large nose swelled, merging with his black upper lip before his whole jaw jutted forwards.

“MMMMMPPHHH” Dion moaned, the pressure in his face fading as he relished in the fact that he could now take even more of Sam’s cock into his maw, his rubbery lips now able to lap at the man’s leathery balls with each bob of his new proto muzzle.

“FUUUUCK YEAH!!!!” Sam yelled, feeling the man’s features change in his grip as his hands moved to seize Dion’s ears, which felt longer and furrier, but he was too focused on the churning sensation in his balls and the building of his orgasm to care.

“Oh fuck…” Leon whimpered, trying his best to keep quiet while he furiously pumped his cock, his eyes fixed on the lewd pair before him as a fierce heat filled his body, specifically at his pointed ears which were beginning to lengthen with each stroke of his swollen shaft.

Panting hard, Leon felt the burning sensation in his throat grow more intense the longer he stared at Sam as he face fucked Dion, his teeth gritted as he edged himself to the brink.

God how Leon wished it were him on his knees, sucking that long, hard dick while Sam moaned like he was now, that sexy braying made his own cock rock hard.

“M…Mmmmph!”

Leon tried to supress a moan of his own as his own thoughts caused his cock to throb, a large spurt of pre hitting the floor in front of him as his cock spurted jets of pre over his hands with each lustful pump.

“Haa..nghhh…FUUUUCK!”

Sam’s moans were becoming even more high pitched as he arched his back, Dions lips almost pressing into the musky bush of hair at the base of his pulsing rod.

His grip tightened around Dion’s furry face, black hairs now rising up and across the bridge of his proto muzzle.

“I..I…I’m gonna…” Sam panted, a strange tickling in his throat rising as he felt a surge in his cock and a burning in his ears while Dion’s eye went wide as he felt the thick head in his throat flare.

Across the alleyway, Leon took in a deep gasping breath of anticipation.

“CHAAAAAAAAAAWWM!”

Sam threw his head back and yelled, his voice loud and gravelly as he felt the last barrier inside him crumble as his cock erupted in Dion’s throat, spraying thick ropes of cum into his belly.

“FUUUUUCK!”

Sam kept yelling and moaning, the sounds echoing around the alley. His larger teeth were frozen in a goofy grin.

“MMMMMMMMPPHHHH!!!”

The muffled sound was all Dion could get out before his completely equine cock flared and jets of yellowish spunk shot in great bursts, splashing across the alley floor and Sam’s fallen jeans and trainers.

“Oh GHAAAAAAWD!”

Leon couldn’t keep it in.

He let out his own rough, gravelly yell as his own sensitive shaft hilted and unleashed jets of his own milky cum onto the floor of the alleyway.

Leon continued to pant as he came down for his orgasm the reek of his own, musky cum hitting is nostrils as he listened to Sam’s panting while he continued to shoot his load down Dion’s muzzle which cracked forwards even more as his inhuman tongue savoured more and more of the rich cream.

“FUUUUUUUCK” Sam yelled, slumping back against the building behind him, panting hard.

He gazes down at Dion’s silhouette below him, feeling his spent cock beginning to pull slowly from Dion’s tortured mouth.

“Damn he really went for it” Sam thought wickedly, shivering as his cock finally pulled free from the warm embrace of Dion’s throat. “Straight boys really do give the best head”

Dion choked and panted as Sam finally pulled free of his mouth, falling to all fours and hanging his head which felt heavy and ached, his jaw crunching as it finished it shift into a fully equine muzzle which was quickly covered in thick black fur.

“Wh…whaaaaawt did I jhaaaaaaaawst do” Dion brayed, his thoughts still a jumble of pleasure, relief, and discontent as the pressure in his jaw finally faded.

Sam chuckled and stared down at the man.

“You just gave your first ever blowjob dude” he sneered, “And I gotta say you gave the best head I’ve had in ages”.

Dion’s eye went wide, memories slowly creeping back into his mind at what he had just done.

He felt sick.

Raising a hand to his furry belly, he suddenly realised that his abs were lost beneath a swollen gut.

“WHAAAAAAWT” he brayed in alarm attempting to look down as his chest but was stopped by a swimming sensation in his head, his vision was blurry and oddly distorted.

Turning his head slightly, he now saw his gut was swollen, white fur covering the bulging skin while his still dripping cock gently flopped against it.

“WHAAAAAAWTS HAAAAAAAWPPENING TO MEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAWW HEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

Dion’s bray was full of fear as he suddenly jumped to his feet, his hands flying to his face as he swayed alarmingly. He felt completely lightheaded for a moment, but he was distracted by the feeling of fur on his face that hadn’t been there earlier. Tracing his hands over his furry pelt, he felt the large, equine muzzle and his brown eyes suddenly went wide with fear.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Dion let out a screeching bray and bolted down the alley, almost bowling Leon over as he charged by. Leon would have called out but he was distracted by the enormous, dripping donkey cock that hung free from Dion’s boxers slapping him hard in the face as he bolted past.

“HELP SHAAAAAWMBODY HELP MEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

Leon stared as Dion was swallowed by the crowd who all turned and laughed at the strange donkey headed man braying with his cock hanging out. He mouthed silently for a moment, unsure of what to say before he heard Sam scowl in the shadows.

“Fuck he got it all over me!”

Leon’s situation suddenly returned to him as he heard the clinking of a belt from the shadows behind him.

Moving quickly, he jumped back towards the end of the alley, forcing his dripping cock back into his jeans and buckling them back up as he emerged back into the lit walkway and snatched up the tankards from the barrel, attempting to look casual as Sam finally emerged a moment later, apparently having trouble buttoning his now damp jeans.

“Straight my fucking ass” Sam grunted as he finally fastened the garment only for it to leave an obscene bulge forcing Sam to widen his stance to walk straight.

It was then that he finally spotted Leon and he narrowed his eyes in confusion at the man clutching the tankards of beer. Leon’s face and the visible skin on his hairy torso was bright red and sweaty and he was now sporting a throbbing bulge in the front of his jeans.

Sam was confused, his gaze brought to Leon’s fuzzy face, to his once bright eyes which now appeared brown in the golden lights around them. Watching the light glint off their colour, he couldn’t help but rub his bristly face and blush slightly.

“Damn, he looks rather cute” Sam thought, his face blushing and his bulge throbbing dangerously despite his recent orgasm.

Hitching a grin on his face, he strode forwards confidently towards his friend.

“About time jackass” Sam grinned, playing off his blush as bravado and licking his lips. “I’m dyin’ here!”

Leon handed one of the tankards too him, his eyes averted in an attempt to distract from his red face.

“W…what about Dion?” he asked as Sam took a deep swig and wiped his mouth.

“Forget that jackass” Sam moaned with a slight edge to his voice, “Closeted asshole!”

Leon looked around at Sam, and he blushed as he took in his friend’s rugged features again. The stubbly beard adding a mature edge to his hairy body. Leon shifted his stance, trying to divert his gaze, he found that staring at Sam was too arousing, his wild appearance seemed almost primal to him and his cock throbbed again in his tight boxers, almost ready to go again despite what had just happened.

“O…ok” Leon mumbled, taking a swig of one of the tankards to hide his blush and savouring the rich, hoppy taste of the alcohol, although he almost gagged as Sam’s hand slapped his bare back, catching a few of the greyish hairs that had sprouted over most of his torso.

“C’mon dude” Sam laughed gesturing at a large building in the shape of an eight ball, “The pool hall awaits!”

He began to stride off, leaving Leon staring sourly after him, his eyes drawn to his friend’s ass and blushing at how it now seemed to fill out his jeans even more than it did before.

“Coming!” he replied, shaking his head to clear his mind before setting the spare drink back on the barrel and running after Sam.

Making their way through the crowded street, the cheers and merriment echoing all around them but there was also an occasional brays and distant screams.

Even as they walked the sound of panicked braying sounded loudly from behind them and they had to dodge out of the way of two men dressed in black Pleasure Island uniforms as they ran past in the direction of the brays.

“There it is!” Sam cheered, downing the dregs of his pint and pointing the empty tankard at the large building shaped like a giant 8-Ball.

He slapped Leon’s back cheerily, “Hope you’re ready for a good thrashing!”

Leon laughed as he finished his own drink and brandished the empty tankard at Sam.

“Please I can shoot rings around you when you’re sober!” he grinned, “I bet I can beat you in half the time now!

“We’ll see Jackass” Sam snorted, striding onwards towards the Pool Hall.

The saloon doors to the Pool hall swung enticingly and, grinning widely, they pushed them open were met by a wave of noise.

The hall beyond was a large open plan room filled with several large pool tables and wide bar at the far end, the floor above was a wide balcony which also appeared to have tables as Leon could see men bent over with their asses in the air.

The room was packed with the island patrons, all of whom were merrily guzzling down beer, taking long drags on thick cigars or bent over their tables to make their shots, griding their thick teeth in concentration.

The sound of clacking balls rang out continually over the cheers, yells, and brays of the men.

Leon’s attention was drawn to a ginger-haired man at the closest table, wiggling his ass in shorts that were stretched taught over his muscular ass, the fabric beginning to fray even as he watched.

“C’mon Rodge!” called another man on the other side of the table, “Make the shot!”

The ginger-haired man gave a laugh, sliding a long cue between his fingers while shorts bulged suddenly above his ass.

Leon’s eyes widened as the strange bulge pulsed, his gaze fixed on the fraying fabric, the seams splitting before his eyes.

Before he could say a word about it, Sam patted him hard on the back.

“Bit crowded down here” Sam grinned, “How about you find a table upstairs? I’ll grab a couple of beers”.

Leon shook his head before nodding. “Y…yeah I’ll see if I can find one”.

“Awesome, I’ll meet you up there!” Mat grinned and Leon watched as his hairy, half naked form slipped into the crowd and weaved its way towards the bar.

Turning back, Leon began to climb a wide staircase that spiralled up the wall to the landing above, missing as he did so, a series of strange sounds behind him.

“Haaw….HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

RIIIIP!

“DUDE!”

Arriving on the upper landing, Leon saw it was slightly less busy than the floor below although there were many free tables as most of the men were swigging beers and leaning over the balcony to watch the players below.

Finding a free table on the far side of the balcony, he quickly began setting up the balls, however he kept pausing in his work, his gaze flickering to a nearby table where a tall, slender man was bent over a table wearing only a t-shirt, his hairy, toned ass exposed for everyone to see.

Leon licked his lips, watching as the man’s cheeks parted when he took a shot, revealing his low hanging balls and the tip of a semi hard cock.

“Mmmmmpphhh” Leon moaned, unable to stop himself as a truly intoxicating scent wafted towards him.

It was an earthy, primal musk.

His already tight jeans began to strain as his cock began to harden again, causing him to grit his teeth in agitation.

“Like what you see bro?”

Leon was broken out of his lust filled trance to find the bare assed man was looking back over his shoulder, a wide bucktoothed grin on his angular, stubbly face.

Leon blushed and stuttered, shuffling his feet awkwardly as the man turned, leaning back against the table and exposing his own throbbing cock.

The eight-inch shaft throbbing as the man reached forwards and began to openly stroke himself before Leon.

“How about this?” the man grinned, licking his lips seductively, “Is this view better?”

He pumped his cock shamelessly, a few of the men at the balcony even looked back to enjoy the view, grinning and fondling their own bulges.

Leon gulped, still not saying anything but edging slowly closer, his eyes fixed on the massive throbbing meat before him as it grew to full erection.

“MMmmpphhh it’s been a rough night man, gambled hard and lost almost everything” the man moaned, pulling up his shirt to reveal his hairy body and stroking his nipples, “I could really use a good time right now…How about it stud?”

He adjusted his stance and lifted his pulsing shaft, smiling his big bucktoothed grin at Leon who was lost in indecision. He wanted desperately to dive on the beautiful cock being offered to him but something deep within him was holding him back, a faint sense of modesty.

His conscience!

His mind flashed to memories of his husband, Mathew, the vows they had made on their wedding day, to be faithful and true to one another. The memories floated at the front of his mind before something else surged forwards. A flashback, of Sam leaning against the wall and groaning in pleasure while Dion slurped on his fat cock, bobbing up and down while he jerked off in the shadows.

Leon bit his lip with thick teeth at his internal struggle.

“Didn’t I wish it had been me” he thought wildly, Sam’s moans echoing in his mind. “To be the one on his knees, blowing Sam?”

All the desires that he had held for years came bubbling up inside him, sending a new desire burning through Leon and his eyes faded completely to a deep brown as his black lips pulled back in a grin while the memories of his husband faded away, and a single phrase rang in his ears.

“He will never find out!”

Stepping forwards tentatively, Leon moved in front of the half-naked man and sank down to his knees, face to face with the leaking tip. His mouth fell open and his long tongue fell out as he huffed, his flaring nostrils drinking in the man’s rich earthy musk.

The man above Leon grinned, bobbing his hips so his cock flicked several spots of pre across the eager man’s face.

“Mmmphhhhh!”

Leon let out a lustful moan, his tongue lapping across his lips, the taste of the salty pre causing his own cock to strain madly against his already tight jeans.

He was over the brink now, he didn’t just want the man’s cock, he needed it.

“Oh, Fuck it!!” Leon moaned loudly, lunging forwards and hungrily wrapping his lips around the throbbing head and pulsing shaft of the man’s cock.

“HOOOO FUUUUCK!!”

The man echoed Leon’s moan and bucked his hips wildly, causing Leon to gag as his mouth and throat were filled with the man’s pulsing girth.

Leon’s eyes rolled back in bliss, his senses completely overwhelmed by the musky, pulsing meat in his maw. Eagerly using his tongue, he pleasured the man’s shaft, lapping up and down while the half-naked man thrust, working in tandem as salty pre poured down his gullet.

His moans muffled, Leon moved his hands to stroke the man’s hairy thighs, the curly grey hairs ruining the man’s twinkish body but adding the same ruggedness he had seen in Sam.

The hairs tickled his fingers as they glided up and down the lithe, firm muscle, the follicles tugging at the shining gold ring on Leon’s finger.

Sinking deeper onto the pulsing shaft, Leon felt the man’s hefty balls slap his chin as he thrust back in bliss, moaning loudly and openly from Leon’s skilled tongue.

Leon gripped and stroked the man’s legs, hands tracing up to cup the tight, bubbly ass.

“FUCK YEAAHH!!” the man above cried, gripping Leon’s head and pushing him deeper, “TAKE IT DUDE!!”

Leon let out a gagging cry as his face as pushed hard into the man’s musky groin, his eyes rolling and his hands gliding back down the hairy legs, too lost in the carnal act to notice the faint clatter as the ring slipped from his finger and rolled away beneath the nearby pool table.

“MMmmmpphhhh!” the man moaned, his hands moving to Leon’s cheeks, stroking the greyish stubble. ”Keep going bro….getting….mmppphh….close!”

Leon groaned lustfully as he was forced to deepthroat again, feeling the girth massaging his Adam’s apple. Grunting harder, the man shifted to stand on the balls of his feet, bending over further, rutting his pulsing cock and groin into Leon’s eager maw.

“MMPhhhhaaw GOD!” the man cried, his voice sounding gravelly.

Leon breathed deeply though his flaring nostrils, completely consumed by lust. He could feel the man getting close, the pulsing in his throat and the rich taste of the man’s pre was growing more intense by the second.

He tried to grip his straining bulge, desperate to free his own desperate cock but his fingers merely slipped over the buttons of his jeans in his lust-filled state.

From the moans above and his own desperate desire, Leon could tell they were both on the brink.

Abandoning all pretence, Leon hooked his fingers over the rim of his tight jeans and, with a muffled grunt he yanked them down and felt a sudden blissful wave of relief as his throbbing, pre-soaked cock sprang into the warm air.

Putting one hand on the floor, Leon arched his back, leaning into the man’s pleasured thrusts while he wrapped his free hand around his own cock; pumping it hard in time with the rutting man above.

The man’s moans grew rougher, his voice growing gravelly in his overwhelming lust.

“NNGGGGHH FUUUUCK……I’M GONNA…AHHH!!” the man cried, pressing his pendulous sack into Leon’s face and Leon felt the grip on his head tighten as he felt the cock hilt in his throat.

“CHAAAAAAAAAAAWM!!!!”

The man let out a screeching, primal yell and Leon let out a muffled moan at the sensation of his mouth being flooded by waves of the man’s rich, thick seed.

Leon tried his best to swallow the sheer volume, savouring the salty tasting cream as it shot down his gullet. His eyes rolling in bliss while the man kept the tight grip on his head.

The rush sent Leon’s mind spinning over the edge, almost biting down on the man’s pulsing shaft as he let out a muffled cry as he pumped his cock hard, his balls pulling up while his first clenched his own tip.

“MMMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHH!!”

Leon’s cock spasmed in his grip and his eyes closed tight as the orgasm burst through him, his cockhead pulsing as it unleashed a torrent of cum, ropes of his musky seed splashing over the floor and over the man’s hairy feet.

“Ohhhh ghaaaaaaaawd” the man croaked, falling back against the pool table and panting hard as he revelled his afterglow. Smiling down at Leon’s look of orgasmic bliss as he gently pulled his long cock from his lips.

“Fuck….that was hot dude” the man grinned, leaning down to wipe a trickle of his own cum from Leon’s lips. “Thanks for the good time”

Leon merely grinned in response, still stroking his leaking cock as a dribble of cum leaked from the tip. He stared up at the near naked man, his lithe body seeming even hairier from this angle and his ears seemed to be a little pointed, adding to his elfish look.

“Finally glad to see you letting loose Bro!”

The loud yell from behind him pulled Leon back from his blissful afterglow and he turned his head to find Sam standing behind him with two large tankards of beer in each hand.

“Looks like I caught the money shot too” Sam chuckled, grinning down at him kneeling there with his cock out and his face and chest dripping with cum.

“Haaaaaaw yeah…it fucking was” grinned the man, shaking slightly as he balanced himself strangely on the balls of his feet and braced himself against the pool table, “Yhaaaaaaaw friend has a great mouth”.

Leon blushed madly while Sam looked at the man curiously, he was massaging his throat and looking staggering slightly.

“You ok man?” Sam asked as Leon pulled himself to his feet.

“Yeah bro!” the man interjected, grinning with large teeth, “Just need a pick me up after a good fuckin’”.

He then reached out and took one of the beers that Sam had brought and took a huge swig.

“That’s better” he said, placing the tankard back down and winking at Leon. “Thanks for the good time dude!”

He turned and began staggering away across the balcony, sloshing his beer. As he went, Leon spotted something above his bare hairy, ass.

A small nub.

“What the…” Leon began, about to speak out when a heavy blow to his shoulder made him look around to see Sam grinning cheekily down at him.

“Look at you being a baaaaad boy” Sam jeered cheekily, his eyes flicking to Leon’s exposed cock which still was dripping slightly.

“Sh…SHUT UP” Leon gasped, his blush deepening as he hurriedly began to stuff his spent cock back into his jeans.

Sam laughed at the little fluster and picked up a couple of the tankards he had placed on a table, offering one to Leon who was now wiping the remnants of cum of his lips and chest, Saming the thick chest hairs.

“Good thing I bought spares” Sam sniggered, “Drink up dude, cum tastes like ass!”

Leon snorted and took the tankard, downing the contents in grateful gulps, the rich, cool alcohol washing away the musky flavour of the man from his mouth and soothing his throat.

“Ohh yeahhh!” Leon gasped with a grin, throwing down the empty tankard, “That’s better!”

He turned to find Sam leaning against a nearby table, his own empty tankard on the floor beside him.

He gave Leon a cheeky grin.

“Great” he sniggered, blushing under the thick ginger beard, “Now that you’ve nutted you might actually stand a chance against me!”

He gestured at the nearby pool table where it sat ready, balls lined up.

Leon grinned and he snatched up a cue from a nearby stand.

“Oh, You’re On!” he cried, moving to the end of the table and preparing to make the first shot.

The pair began to play, eagerly taking their shots across the table, the balls falling as all around them the sounds of laughter and cheers were rising up from the tables below and around them.

Not that they noticed the slight animalistic sounds that were mixed in.

Rather than focussing on the game however, as each of the two friends bent over the table, the other would stare at each other’s ass which shook tantalisingly as the player pondered the shot, the material of their jeans stretching tightly to show the outline of their cheeks and display the bulges between their legs.

It was as Leon leaned over the table, struggling to get a comfortable position, that Sam stared at his friend’s ass, licking his lips hungrily. His cock beginning to throb again in his jeans as he leant back against a nearby pool table, huffing and panting in his rising lust.

The possibilities of what he could do to Leon, bent over the table, ass exposed. It was driving his thoughts wild, as though old desired were being pulled to the front of his mind.

In that moment he wanted nothing more than to claim that ass, to just tear open those flimsy jeans and shove his massive cock deep into Leon’s hole.

To make him beg.

To make him plead.

To make him cum!

“FUCK!”

There was a clatter of balls as Leon jumped in shock as his friend’s yell rang in his ears, slamming into the table and scattering the balls.

Gritting his thick teeth in anger and pain, he turned to yell at his fiend, but his mouth merely fell open as his eyes fell on Sam.

He was leant back against another table, his hands furiously rubbing his throbbing bulge, his bare hairy torso heaving and his face a mask of tortured pleasure.

The sight of it caused Leon’s hard cock to throb, stretching his jeans to breaking point.

Sam’s eyes found Leon’s and he smirked.

“Y’know you looked good sucking off that dude” Sam muttered, fumbling with his jeans, “But if you wanted to suck a cock!”

He gave a great grunt, unbuckling his belt and fly before letting his strained jeans fall to his knees and unleashing his throbbing nine-inch cock into the open air.

The leaking copiously and sent a wave of musk straight at Leon who gasped and blushed, his confined cock now becoming painful.

“You could have had mine!” Sam finished with a smirk, watching Leon hunch over, struggling with his own confined arousal.

Gasping and grunting, Leon shoved his own jeans down and leaned back against the pool table watching his own cock throb openly while his eyes locked onto Sam’s.

For a moment they stared fixated on each other’s cocks, Sam giving his a gentle shake.

“Looks like mines bigger” he sneered.

Leon let out a snort and gave Sam a sneaky grin.

“I’m surprised Dion could take it” he replied with a slight edge in his voice, wrapping his hand around his own cock and giving it a reciprocal shake.

Sam’s eyes went wide at the comment, but his smile broadened.

“You saw that?” he asked cheekily, “What did you think?”

Leon shuffled his feet, a blush rising up his hairy cheeks.

His silence only egged Sam on and he took a step forwards, approaching his while his cock bobbed before him.

“Did you wish it was you?” Sam asked, pumping his shaft, edging closer. “On your knees with your mouth on my cock?”

“I…But….Mmmpph!”

Leon let out a stammering moan in his embarrassment, his own cock pulsing and leaking again from Sam’s lewd seduction.

He gripped the edge of the pool table tightly and gritted his teeth in an effort to maintain control.

The voice of his conscience once again making an attempt against the inferno of lust within him.

“I’m so horny dude” Sam moaned, he was close enough now that his throbbing cock could frot up against Leon’s causing the man to whimper as Sam stared into his eyes, his expression one of need.

“If you want it…mmmmphh….TAKE IT!”

With a lurch, Sam reached forwards and grabbed Leon’s hand before pulling it to grip his throbbing shaft.

“Wh..WHAT!”

Leon let out a gasp of surprise as his hand made contact with the warm, sensitive flesh.

He intended to pull it away immediately and resist, the wavering voice in his head was screaming at him to stop.

Instead, his fingers curled gently around Sam’s warm, throbbing meat and gave it a slow, tentative pump.

“Ohhhhh yeaaaaahhh” Sam moaned, his lips peeling back into a lustful smile, “That’s it bro!”

Leon was trembling, his hand almost moving on its own as he continued to pleasure his friend, feeling the veins throb in his palm.

“What am I doing?” he thought wildly, his eyes staring down at the huge cock in his hand, “I should be….why am I?”

“Hey Leon” Sam grinned, placing a hand on his trembling shoulder, “Relax dude, just enjoy it, here!”

Leon let out a long whimpering moan as Sam suddenly reached with his free hand and curled his fingers around his own needy cock and gave it a long, sensual stroke.

The feeling was electric, both cocks throbbing and leaking from the intimate double hand job, leaving Leon’s mind in complete freefall.

Part of him wanted to stop right now, before they went too far.

“But you’ve already gone too far” came a voice in head and images of him sucking the other man suddenly flooded his mind and drove his arousal even further.

“Why not go further?”

The thought caused Leon to stare up at Sam who was also panting, his face slack in an expression of ecstasy, his lips parted and his tongue lolling while his free hand was feeling up his own chest, teasing his nipple, and running through the copious gingery brown hairs.

Leon gulped, he had fantasised about Sam for years, his hot body and massive cock, hoping he would get the chance to blow him or feel it inside him.

He had dropped many hints in the past and tried to indicate to Sam that he liked him, but it never happened…and then Jeremy came along and any chance that anything became a dwindling fantasy.

Until now!

“F…Fuuuck” Leon gasped softly, his lustful moan giving away his true desires as his cock throbbed and Sam looked down at him, their eyes locking.

There was a moment of unspoken conversation in the held gaze, the stare seeming to communicate their obvious need.

“I can call this off” Leon thought, leaning closer, “I can stop this now…for Mathew…for Jeremy!”

Sam was beginning to lean closer too, their lips growing closer as they huffed each other’s sexual musk.

“But I…I”

Their lips were inches apart, the moment seemed frozen, on the precipice of a great drop.

“I WANT THIS!”

The voices in Leon’s mind screamed in that one last moment before he took the final plunge and his lips connected with Sam’s.

There was one second.

One fleeting moment where Leon realised what he had just done and felt the shock and guilt but then it was swallowed up in the immense wave of lust as he felt Sam place his hand on the back of his head and pull him into a deep passionate kiss.

Their cocks throbbed as their tongues battled together, Sams feeling longer and thicker than Leon ever expected but he didn’t care.

His fantasy was coming true and he wanted more; he wanted to validate every lewd thought and desire he had ever dreamed up over the years.

And from the passionate response from Sam, he wanted it too.

Abandoning all pretence, Leon released Sam’s cock and gripped his furry face, losing himself completely in lust and thrusting his body up against Sam so their cocks were suddenly sandwiched between their bare, hairy chests.

It was ecstasy.

Both men lost in the blissful embrace, tongues waring away while their hands explored each other’s hairy forms.

“MMMMphhh…Oh Fuck” Sam panted, breaking the kiss and staring down at Leon, rubbing his stubbly beard, “That was so hot!”

He grinned with his thick teeth.

“I’ve always known you wanted me dude” he grinned, removing his hand and flexing his arm, “Saw you watching me when we changed and showered, wishing you could have me!”

Leon blushed madly, his eyes were fixed on the pair of throbbing, leaking cock heads that were pressed tight against their hairy chests.

“So, here’s your chance dude” Sam teased, giving his hips a thrust so that their hard shafts frotted together and his leaking tip was pushed higher. “Show me how much you want my cock!”

Sam lowered his hand to Leon’s shoulder, stepping back slightly as he began to push him down, his friend’s face growing ever closer to his throbbing meat.

The invitation was all Leon needed to surrender, allowing Sam to push him down as he sank to his knees again, his flaring nostrils drinking in Sam’s glorious musk as he grew closer to that leaking tip.

He’d waited so long for this, fantasised so much.

His lips parting before his tongue lashed out and brushed over Sam’s pre glossed head.

The moment felt like magic and both men let out long moans before Leon finally let all inhibitions go and began to lather his friend’s cock, drinking in the rich salty pre and relishing that his fantasy was finally coming true.

“OH GHAAAAAAWWD!!!” Sam groaned, his voice cracking under the sudden rush of bliss, placing a hand on Leon’s hair and slowly guiding him further down his throbbing shaft.

“Fuck he’s huge! Bigger than that other dude!” Leon thought wildly, his mouth stretching around his friend’s girth as he sunk deeper.

“MMMMMPHHH!!!” Sam moaned, gripping Leon’s long ears and stroking them slowly, “C’mon dude, I wanna feel your mouth! Take ME!”

Sam gave his hips a buck and Leon gagged, Sam’s thick girth forcing him to adjust himself to take the massive meat down his throat.

“FUUUUCKK YEAH!” Sam moaned, gripping Leon’s head and thrusting deeper.

Leon gagged again, his friend’s cock ploughing mercilessly down his throat, his jaw tensing with each long thrust.

And yet it felt so good, Leon’s eyes rolled in bliss as he dreamily tongued the large cock in his maw while pumping his own needy shaft with just as much vigour.

It was better than he dreamed.

With a muffled moan, Leon began to bob his head in time with Sam’s thrusts, determined to enjoy every inch of the cock he had desired for years.

“Oh god…..mmmphh….yeah…d…deeper…..fuuuck!”

Sam could barely get the words out in between his moans and gasps of pleasure, feeling Leon’s tongue tease his cock while his hands massaged his pulsing balls.

“S…so much better than Dion” Sam grunted thrusting deeper, “MMMMpppphhh…and Jeremy!”

He moaned loudly as his cock pulsed in Leon’s mouth, spraying a wave of salty pre over his friend’s tongue. He bent over Leon, placing his hands on his shoulders as the eager man slurped his massive meat, clearly lost in his own bliss.

“Nggghhhh” Sam grunted, his back beginning to ache in this new position, he released Leon’s face to grip the pool table and continue thrusting, his toes going numb from his prolonged standing on the balls of his feet.

He stared down, seeing his friend bobbing on his massive dick, his lips peeling back in a wide buck toothed grin. He wished he’d realised how good Leon was at sucking dick sooner, but now he felt another urge beginning to rise in him.

To claim, to dominate!

Leon snorted and huffed from his large nostrils, drinking in Sam’s earthy musk as he continued to service the beast of a man.

His hands running up and down Sam’s hairy legs and pulling his jeans down lower over his shins.

His eyes were fluttering and rolling in his rapture, unable to truly focus on anything but the hard, throbbing cock in his mouth that was constantly spurting jets of warm, salty pre across his tongue.

Yet it wasn’t enough.

He wanted Sam to cum!

To complete the fantasy and vindicate every dirty thought and dream he had ever had of this exact moment.

“Fuuuck you’re good bro” came Sam’s braying voice from above, forcing Leon to focus his gaze upwards at the sexy muscular beast above him.

“MMmmppph” he replied, the thick shaft in his maw muffling any words.

Sam grinned and then grunted, slowly pulling back.

His cock emerged, shiny and pimp from Leon’s lips, the tip bouncing as it pulled free and casing Leon to fall forwards gasping, finally able to breath properly again.

“Holy shit!” Sam moaned, his hard cock bouncing and leaking as he wrapped a dark nailed hand around it and began to pump.

“You really have got a great mouth dude!”

Leon blushed and panted, keeling on all fours.

His throat was burning from the intense blowjob, and he let out several deep grunts, his voice sounding deeper and gravelly.

“Thanks” he panted, grinning up at the man jerking off above him, “You have a haaawt cock!”

Sam let out a snort of laughter before squatting down and pulling Leon back to his feet.

He barely had time to get his bearings before Sam pulled him into another rough kiss, their tongues warring as Sam pressed Leon back against the pool table.

All around them there came loud raucous shouts and strangely brays, the sounds crashing over each other as they made out, preferring to stay lost in each other’s lust, as their cocks rutted together.

Sam eventually pulled away, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he stared at the sexy man before him, the big brown eyes half closed in bliss, his hairy chest slick with cum and sweat and his tongue lolling out.

“Fuck he’s hot” Sam thought wildly, pumping his shaft again to the sight of his friend. “Why’d I reject his advances when I could have had that mouth…or that ass!”

Moving in again, he slipped his hands behind Leon’s rear, feeling his plump, hairy cheeks and running a finger over his sensitive hole, causing Leon to gasp and whimper in pleasure.

“Fuck I need this!” he thought wildly and seized Leon by the shoulders, twisted him around and pressed him down over the pool table, scattering the balls and exposing his friend’s hairy rear.

“HEY!” Leon yelled, shocked at being roughly handled and thrust down by Sam.

He turned his head to scowl, but his voice caught as he stared at the beast of a man holding him down, the dominating, lustful expression on his face doubled with his hairy, muscled body.

He was beautiful.

Sam was huffing, his nostrils flaring at the rich scent pouring from Leon’s exposed rear, his hands pushing his friend’s rounded cheeks pushing apart, exposing his musky pink hole.

“Oh god dude…” Sam huffed, a hint of desperation in his voice as his cock bobbed and leaked, “It’s been too long…mmmmph…I gotta fuck…I need your ass…please!”

He huffed and fell his knees, his hairy hands planted on Leon’s cheeks, keeping them pried apart while he drank in the glorious musk, his tongue lolling out before his need got the better of him and he dived forwards, plunging his tongue into Leon’s musky hole.

“AGHHH….MMMPH!....FUCK…MATT!” Leon gasped, feeling his friends tongue lashing over his sensitive ring. “WHAT ARE YOU DOIIIIIIING……MMMPPPH!”

Leon’s loud gasps and moans echoed around the room causing several other patrons to turn and watch, grinning as the moaning man slumped over the pool table, his thick nailed fingers clenching and pulling at the green cloth beneath him.

Sam was hungrily drinking down the musky taste of his fiend, he huffed and panted as the entice hole glistened before him, driving his heated arousal to a fever pitch.

He stood up, his rock-hard cock slapping over Leon’s ass, gliding tantalisingly between his cheeks.

“You taste so good bro” Sam huffed, thrusting his hips, “Fuck man I need it…I need it so bad bro!”

He took a deep sniff, his cock beginning to leak between his friend’s cheeks.

He took a step back, allowing his cock to slide back, slipping down until his leaking tip rested on Leon’s warm, slick hole.

“Tell me you want it dude” Sam moaned, “It’s all for you!”

Leon was panting, laid over the pool table, a strange numbness flowing through his body as he felt Sam hotdogging his cock over his ass.

The final part of his fantasy was playing out now and he was once again in the brink.

He had tasted Sam’s cock, now he would feel it.

Looking back into his friend’s hungry eyes, he arched his back, feeling his hole beginning to stretch around Sam’s throbbing tip.

The moment was here; he was gonna live his biggest fantasy.

“I want it Sam” he said weakly, a needy glint in his eyes, “please…FUCK ME!”

The words were all Sam needed to hear.

His face splitting into a wide grin, Sam grasped Leon’s hairy hips and with one, big thrust.

He plunged his cock deep into his friend’s hole.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

Both men threw their heads back as one and yelled out in ecstasy.

Sam feeling the warm, tight embrace of Leon’s ass while his throbbing shaft and tip pressed hard against Leon’s prostate, causing him to twitch and gasp in lust, his cock pulsing over the green mat of the pool table as it shot off jets of pre.

“Ohhhh YEAH!” Sam growled, finally feeling the sensations he had lusted after for so long.

He began to thrust, pistoning his cock in and out of Leon’s warm, tight hole.

“OH GOD….MMMPHH….SO TIGHT!”

His moans came out as yells as he was unable to contain his happiness at finally having an ass to fuck, losing all sense of himself as he continued to plough his cock deep into Leon’s ass, feeling his friend tense with each long thrust.

Leon was lost in bliss, bent over the pool table, his fingers tearing through the green felt as he moaned and grunted in time with Sam’s lustful thrusts.

The initial discomfort of being taken raw had quickly passed, now all he felt was the rush of pleasure that pulsed from his prostate, the waves of lust surging from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

And he wanted more.

“Sam….H..HARDER!” he begged, clenching his ass tighter and causing Sam’s grunts to become deeper.

Sam gritted his teeth, feeling Leon’s hole tighten around his cock.

“Nghhhhh…fuck dude….I won’t last” he gasped, sweat pouring down his hairy body as he began to thrust faster, his heavy balls slapping loudly against Leon’s ass.

A heat was beginning to rise through his body, whether it was the act of public sex or the atmosphere in the room; Sam couldn’t tell.

He was beginning to feel hot, his breath almost misting before him as he plunged his slick cock back into Leon’s hole, huffing madly in the lust of the moment.

“D…Dude I’m….MMMPhhh….Getting close!” Sam panted, tightening his grip on Leon’s hips as picked up his pace, sprinting fort the finish line as the heat burned in his ears.

Leon was feeling the heat too, the rush of endorphin through his body causing his hairy body to flush as he panted and moaned while his cock spurted jets of pre over the soiled pool table.

His own ears began to burn as he blushed hard, looking back over his shoulder at his friend’s face, scrunched up in sexual bliss, just as red as his except for his gritted bucked teeth.

Leon panted, feeling a pressure building in his chest as his own cock gave an almighty throb, spurting a puddle of pre onto the table.

“M…meee too” he whined, feeling the climax beginning to build in his own cock, each bounce edging him closer to that moment of bliss he had been chasing.

The two began to move in unison, thrusting into each other as they felt the moment approaching.

Their moans and cries grew in intensity, adding to the cacophony that was sounding around the room.

They didn’t care that they were in the middle of a busy public pool hall, nor that others may we watching them and lewdly beating off to their display.

All that mattered was building heat between them and the straining rush in their cocks as they got closer to the brink.

“Ohh…fuuuuuck” Leon gasped weakly, his voice catching on a tight lump in his throat that appeared to be growing, making it hard to breathe.

“NGGHHHH…FUCK!” Sam grunted above, his thrusts getting slower and harder as he felt himself beginning to hilt inside his fiend’s ass, a heat burning in his chest and ears in the blissful rush as he prepared to claim the man below him.

They could both feel it, standing on the precipice.

“A…Leon” Sam moaned, thrusting slowly and deeply, “Fuck…I’m so….nnnghhhh…close…I need to….to…”

His words fell off as he tried to hold back the moment; gripping Leon so hard his dark nails nearly scratched his friend’s hairy ass.

Leon was panting too, feeling Sam’s cock pushed to the hilt inside him, ready to complete his fantasy and claim him.

He looked back, seeing the frustration in his friend’s dark eyes.

Moaning hard he leaned back as Sam gave another long thrust, Sam moving down to meet him and their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

Leon forgot Mathew in that moment, Sam was all he cared about.

He was his and no other’s.

“Ha…ha…c…claim me bro...” Leon whimpered, breaking the kiss, “I’m all yours!”

Sam looked dumbstruck; but only for a second.

His mouth split into a wide, buck toothed grin and he pulled Leon tight to him as he thrust again, and again.

“MMMMMPHHHH…y…You want it Dude…..TAKE IT!” Sam cried, his moan rising to a yell as he felt his cock hilt and throb as a pressure rose up its length.

The two men thew their heads back together as they felt the barriers within them break, the heat in their ears becoming a blaze as the pressures in their chests expanded and seemed to burst and they opened their mouths to yell as the orgasm crashed upon them.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

What came out of their mouths was not a blissful yell but a bestial bray, a sound that echoed around the room as the two men climaxed.

Leon’s cock pulsed and flailed in the air before it erupted, shooting ropes of thick musky cum over the already stained pool table, splattering the discarded cues and balls.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

The brays continued as Sam thrust deep, his cock burning as it unloaded his massive load, flooding Leon’s ass with his musky seed.

The crying bray seemed to be echoed all around, even up from the floor below, everyone braying along to their orgasmic bliss as both revelled in a long-awaited fantasy finally coming to a close.

Both men held tight to one another as the waves of pleasure surged through them, culminating at their ears which suddenly grew pointed and began to stretch.

“Ha…haaaaaaa…”

Leon’s bestial cries slowly faded back to blissful moans.

He wished the moment would last forever, that one moment of true serenity where he and Sam had been lost completely to each other.

The sensation of being filled and claimed by his first major crush was a sensation he would keep forever.

Yet slowly it was fading, the heat and rush fading into the musky air of the Pool Hall, except for a linger tingle in his ears which were still slowly stretching, a dusting of grey hairs beginning to sprout up out of the flushed skin.

He felt Sam’s arms around him slacken and he fell over the pool table with his friend laying across his back, panting hard in their fading afterglow.

“MMmmmmmphh….fuuuuuck….” Sam moaned, his voice sounding weak but clear, “that was fuckin’ amazing dude”.

“Y…yeah” Leon replied with a grin, leaning around for a post orgasm kiss.

Sam however moved away, placing his hand on Leon’s hip before he gave a grunt, beginning to pull back.

Leon winced, feeling his sore ass clench around Sams’s softening cock, the rough sensation causing him to gasp as Sam pulled himself free of his hole.

“FUCK!”

He cried out at the sharp pain at Sam’s exit, combined with a shivering sensation as Sam’s load began to trickle freely of his tortured hole, pouring out over his own balls as he remained slumped over the table, his sweaty, bare chest rubbing into the puddles of his own orgasm.

Panting on the table, Leon noticed a strange jingling sound behind him, slowly looking around to see Sam with his hairy back to him, apparently having issues trying to pull up his jeans and buckle his belt.

A sense of annoyance was welling up inside him at the sudden ending to their amorous moment.

Gritting his teeth at the stinging sensation in his ass, Leon pushed himself up, gripping the table and stared down at his chest, the thick hairs matted by his own cum.

He felt a sudden chill run up his spine, partly due to the lack of Sam’s body pressing against his, but also from the emergence of a new emotion riding on the back of his afterglow.

Shame

Now that he’d lived his long-lived fantasy, the cold harshness of reality was suddenly set in, and Leon’s eyes went wide as he began to comprehend what had just happened.

“Wh…what have I done?”

Leon dived down and grabbed his jeans, pulling them up to conceal his dripping cock as his mind reeled with thoughts of Mathew, his beloved husband whom he had just betrayed.

The day they’d met…Their wedding day…Their wedding night!

A lump formed in his throat as he almost felt his husband’s warm embrace around him, not noticing as hairs were beginning to erupt over his body, a dark stripe beginning to trace down his spine from his hair.

Turning around, he looked at Sam who was still hunched over and was panting, his body seeming even hairier.

“Sam…I….We shouldn’t have….we can’t tell”.

Leon was so overcome that he couldn’t get the words out as he struggled to rebutton his jeans.

There was a loud click from behind as Sam finally managed to buckle his belt; he grunted, his voice sounding slightly gravelly.

“Don’t fret it dude, no one’s gonna find out!”

He sounded completely dismissive to Leon, as if this was no big deal.

Leon’s right hand suddenly went to his left, instinctively to grip the symbol of his marriage.

But he felt only his bare skin.

“WHAT!” he gasped, staring down at his hand and ignoring the fact that his fingernails had faded from their usual ivory to an inky black.

“My Ring…SHIT!”

Leon wheeled around, his eyes skirting the pool table and floor around his feet.

“Where is it?” he gasped anxiously, feeling the lump in his throat grow tighter, “Sam help me, I’ve lost my wedding ring!”

Sam merely gave a long moan in response, slumping against the table next to theirs.

Leon gritted his teeth, which felt oddly flat in his mouth and turned away.

“Fuck you then” he grunted under his breath before dropping to his hands and knees and gazing at the dusty underside of the table.

“Where is it?” he repeated desperately, running his tingling hands over the gritty floor. “Where is it?”

The feeling of shame was intensifying and the lump in his throat was burning.

He not only had betrayed his husband by sucking two men off and allowing himself to get fucked by their mutual friend, but he had also now lost the very thing that proved their union.

His fingers were beginning to grow numb in his panic, scrambling desperately through the dust but finding no trace of the ring.

Spinning on his knees, Leon looked around the landing and hoped beyond hope that it hadn’t rolled off the edge to the floor below.

Then he caught a glint of gold out of the corner of his eye, and he let out a cry of relief as he spotted the ring glistening on the floor a few tables away.

Crawling on his hands and knees across the landing, he ignored an odd chill passing over his ears which had now stretched long enough to peak noticeably above his shaved head, grey hairs sprouting thickly up to the pointed tips.

“There you are” he gasped, reaching the table where the ring lay and reaching out to take it.

Only to find he couldn’t grip it, his fingers losing almost all sensation as he brushed the shiny surface of the metal.

“What the hell!” Leon gasped, leaning back to look at his hands.

Or what had been his hands.

As he raised his arms, his eyes widened in shock, staring down in horror at his fingers.

Each digit had swollen and the four fingers on each hand seemed to be merging together in pairs, the skin binding together until he had two fat fingers on each hand with his swollen thumbs.

Across the top of each, the jet-black nail slowly had spread out, stretching and capping the top of each finger like a hard black thimble.

Leon began to tremble, staring in shock at his mutilated hands, all thoughts of the ring forgotten as he rose back to his feet and turned back towards Sam who was still hunched over a table several feet away.

“M…MATT!” Leon choked, feeling the lump in his throat bulge in his shock as he staggered towards his friend, “M…my hands….MY HANDS!”

Sam didn’t seem to hear him, he remained hunched over the table, squirming in apparent discomfort as Leon staggered closer.

“Nghhh” Sam grunted, his voice sounding deep and guttural, “I don’t fheeeel shaaaaaaaw good”.

Leon was only half aware of what Sam said, his focus still on his hands, yet when he glanced up; he felt his mouth fall open.

Sam’s ass was pointed directly towards him, and he stared as a large bulge formed right above his ass in the already over tight fabric of Sam’s jeans, the tight denim cracking audibly.

The bulge swelled, the material jerking as if something was moving inside.

“A..Leon…s..somethings whaaaaaawng” Sam grunted, his voice sounding strained as began taking deep breaths. “Help MeeeeeeeeHAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!!”

Sam let out a meagre cry for help before his voice suddenly screeched into a loud bestial bray that was followed by a long loud…

RIIIIIIIIIP!

Sam’s jeans finally gave way and the bulging material burst open, unleashing a long, furry brown, tasselled tail.

The new appendage surged high into the air before it flopped back down and began to wag idly between Sam’s legs over his exposed hairy rump.

Leon merely stood there in shock, unable to speak as his eyes following the swishing of the newly grown tail as Sam pushed himself up, panting in slight relief.

“T..thaawts better” Sam grunted, turning around and apparently oblivious to the fact that he had just sprouted his tail.

Auelien’s expression became much more horrified as his friend turned to face him.

His friend’s formerly hairless chest was now covered in thick brown hairs that lightened around his chest, the same dark hairs also covered his arms right down to his hands.

But it was his face that drew Leon’s eyes most, the trimmed beard Sam had usually maintained had gone wild, the gingery hairs darkening to the same dark brown as his chest and they had spread thickly over his jaw and up the sides of his face to his baseball cap.

His nose also seemed to have swollen, becoming wider and more snout like, the skin darkening the longer that he stared.

But the most prominent change was the ears, standing tall and pointed at least six inches above the top of his head, covered in thick brown hairs, and seemed to twitch and shift on their own.

Combined with the tail and the hair, he looked like a….

“DUDE!” Sam cried out, raising a dark nailed finger to point at Leon, “What the hell haaaaaaawwpened to your eaaaaaaaaaHAAAAAAAAWW HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Sam’s hands suddenly slapped to his mouth as his eyes went wide.

“D…Did that come out of me?” he gasped before his hands began to feel his furry face.

Leon however was more focused on what Sam had managed to say before the bray.

“M..my ears” he gasped, completely forgetting about his near numb hands as he raised them to the side of his head.

His lip began to quiver as he touched the place where his ears should have been, but he could barely feel the soft hairs that had now replaced them.

Staring at Sam in horror and fear, his hands moved higher, still feeling the brush of hair until he finally felt the base of his ears near the top of his head.

With a whimper, Leon’s hands slowly traced further upwards.

And he felt them.

The cold hard tips of his three fingered hands making their way higher and higher up his ears which were far beyond human.

With a thrill of fear he grasped them in his hands and pulled them into his eyeline, his numbing hands trembling as he saw what he was fearing.

Gripped in his hands were two long ears, the same as Sam’s but rather than brown hairs, they were covered in a pelt of light grey hairs.

“N….NO!”

Leon cried out and looked around, spotting a cracked mirror on the wall by the stairs.

He made a beeline for it, shoving his way past Sam who was still examining his swollen nose as it darkened to an inky black.

Moments later Leon was stood before the cracked glass, and he stared in horror at his reflection.

There they were, clear as day.

Two long, grey, hairy ears standing tall over the top of his head.

But that wasn’t all.

He saw now other things that he hadn’t yet realised.

His front teeth were sticking out over his lips which had darkened, becoming thick and rubbery and all over his bare chest was soft, short grey hairs, similar to those on his ears but which faded to a softer white around the centre of his chest and belly.

His hands still gripping his ears, he saw that the grey hairs had now made their way up his arms and covered his hand up to the dark nailed tips.

“What’s happening” Leon whimpered, feeling the lump that had been resting in his throat flare up again, constricting his voice in the shock of the situation.

He began to breath heavily, trying to keep himself from spiralling into panic.

But it wasn’t working.

He stepped back from the mirror, panting harder and hand harder, the lump in his throat burning as though a pressure was about to force its way out.

“S..SOMEONE!” he yelled out, turning away from his reflection to look around the landing, “SOMEONE PLEASE HELP MEEEEEE….EEEE…HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

As he begged for help, the lump in his throat finally released the burning pressure within and his cry for help faded into loud, screeching, bestial bray.

Leon slapped his hands over his mouth; muffling the last of the bray that was ringing in his ears.

“D…did I just bray like a…a…” he whimpered, lowering his hands slightly.

Then it all clicked.

The long ears, the hair, his hand and now the bray.

“A DONKEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

The bray was the confirmation.

He and Sam were turning into Donkeys…and it wasn’t just them.

Now that the pleasurable illusion had been shattered, Leon suddenly became aware of the yells, screams and violent brays that were coming from all around him in the busy pool hall.

“HAAAAAAAWLP MEEEEHAAAAAAAAAW!”

“NO NO STHAAAAAAAAWP I DONT WHAAAAAAAAAAAWNNA BE A DONKEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

“HEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

“I’LL DO ANEEEEETHEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Stepping over to the railing, he stared down into a scene of complete carnage.

Everywhere he looked, he saw men in various states of transformation into braying jackasses.

Tails were flailing out of shredded trousers and shorts; feet were bursting out of shoes as fully formed hooves and many had hands similar to his own which with many advancing further towards becoming complete hooves.

Every single man below was screaming for help, their voices fading into gravelly, bestial cries as their faces pushed out into equine muzzles.

Stepping back in horror, Leon looked around at the other patrons on the balcony.

Other than Sam, everyone else was already far along into their transformations, his eyes falling particularly onto a fully transformed jackass with black fur that was braying and bucking its powers legs, overturning a table and he suddenly realised, with a further thrill of horror, that the donkey had been the man he had sucked off earlier.

“AURELEEEEEHAAAAAWNN!”

Leon heard his name brayed out and looked back around to see Sam who now had his tail in his hands and was staggering towards him with a pained expression on his face.

“We ghaaaawttaa get outta HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

Braying out, Sam collapsed against one of the pool tables, rising to the balls of his feet; the tips of his trainers beginning to bulge unnaturally.

“HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAWW”

He brayed again, seemingly unable to control himself, his lips pulling back to reveal thick yellowish teeth beneath his swollen black nose, the large nostrils flaring.

His torn jeans were also bulging again at the front now, the added pressure causing seams to split down the legs, revealing his completely hairy legs.

Sam looked desperately at Leon, pulling himself up and staggering forwards again before managing to grab onto his friend’s hairy shoulder.

“Haaaaawlp me dude!” he begged and Leon stared as the brown hairs across Sam’s body thickened, spreading up to cover his face.

“I dhaawnt be…be a dhaaww…haaaaaaaaww….HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!”

Leon gasped, feeling himself get dragged down by Sam; his knees giving way again as he brayed loudly and several loud pops and rips suddenly happened all at once.

Sam’s trainers burst open, exposing his frayed socks and furry feet, the toes of which had already begun to merge together, his thick black nails spreading and capping his toes until two shiny black hooves stuck out of the ruined footwear.

There were pops and crunches in Sam’s face as his nose and jaw jutted forwards, pressing forwards into a furry proto muzzle, his gingery beard and thinning hair fading into what was now a pelt of thick brown fur before jet black hairs began to erupt along his scalp, forming a spiky black mane that pushed out down his spine, crossing out across his shoulders.

But the thing that drew Leon’s eyes the most was when the fabric of his friend’s jeans finally relented, shredding apart to leave the transforming man essentially naked.

His thick thighs covered in fur, his long brown tail lashing about in his heightened emotions.

And his cock; both of them stared down at it as Sam’s brays faded into moans.

It was already erect and had swollen both in length and girth, at least ten inches long and thick as a soda can, veins pumping along its still humanish appearance despite the fact the skin had darkened to a near jet black.

As they watched and Sam moaned, the familiar mushroom shaped tip pulsed before it flattened, the tip beginning to flare out as it shifting into that of a donkey.

“N..NHAAAAAAAAAWW” Sam brayed in horror, his face a mixture of despair and pleasure as he reluctantly bucked his hips, the flat tip slapping against his furry belly as his balls swelled, hairs falling away from his sack as the skin became leathery.

“NGHHHAAAAAAAAW!”

Sam released Leon with a bray, causing him to fall back but he continued to stare, watching Sam’s cock pulse again, a thick ring swelling halfway down the now ebony black shaft, thick beads of pre leaking from the flaring tip.

The sight and waves of musk that was flooding from his friend suddenly made Leon aware of a heavy pressure in his own jeans and he slowly gazed down to stare in horror at his own substantial bulge.

His eyes then spotted his chest and belly; the hairs were thickening by the minute becoming his own pelt of fur.

Then he realised; Sam’s musk was changing him too!

“Shit I gotta get away” Leon thought wildly, quickly getting to his feet, trying to ignore the numbing feeling in his toes.

But he only managed a couple of steps before a pair of hands grabbed his jeans and he heard his seams start to pop.

Turning back, he saw Sam had flung himself forwards to stop him leaving, grabbing his jeans, and staring up at him as his eyes began to fade to a deep brown.

“HAAAAAAAAWLP ME LHEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW HEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Leon tried to pull away, Sam holding fast until his grip suddenly failed, causing Leon to stumble.

He watched as Sam lowered his muzzle to his hands and they both stared as his fingers began to fuse before their eyes, the change happening much faster than Leon’s had.

Rather than only getting three fingers, Sams middle three fingers on each hand fused into one, his thumb and pinkie fingers pulling back and merging into arms as his wrists vanished.

Thick black keratin spread out over his fused fingers, capping both of his arms with shiny black hooves that matched his former feet.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Sam held up his fully formed hooves and brayed out in horror, lamenting the loss of his hands.

He was almost completely changed, with only a few features hinting he had ever been human.

Leon stared as Sam tried to pull himself back up, his hooves clopping on the wooden floor and on the table he was using.

His cock bounced and slapped his chest again and he let out long deep guttural moans, the flaring tip leaking more than ever.

He took a couple of shaky steps forwards before he staggered and fell forwards.

“NHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

With a bray of fright, Sam’s hooves hit the floor with a resounding thud followed by several loud slaps as the immense donkey cock slapped against his belly.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

These last slaps of his cock were the final straw.

Sam threw his head back and let out a long, drawn-out bray as his cock tip flared wide before it erupted, shooting a small jet of white human cum before it was followed by a torrent of thick, yellowish animal jism, spraying the floor beneath him and splattering his chest fur.

Sam hung his head and huffed, his wide nostrils flaring, taking in his first bestial orgasm before he was bought back to his reality by several audible cracks and pops emanating from his back and Leon stared as Sam’s ass and sides began to swell, his ass cheeks flattening and pushing out into a pair of donkey flanks while any remaining definition of his once muscular chest faded away as his gut expanded with fat and muscle; bulging with each breath as his lungs expanded.

“HAAAAAAAAAAWLP MEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWW!” Sam brayed, his voice almost completely to lost in animalistic brays, growing deeper as his neck swelled and pushed out as a cracking noise sounded from his face, his nose and jaw pushing out further as his full muzzle began to form.

Sam stomped his hooves and threw his head back in on last act of defiance.

“HAAAAAAAAWP MEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAW” he begged, “MHAAAAAWMON! MHAAAAAAAAAAAAWMHAAAAAAAAAWWWWWW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

His cries for help faded as his voice finally vanished into animal brays, his face shifting into a full equine muzzle with one last loud crack.

Sam’s transformation was complete.

All that remained of his friend was a furry brown donkey that was staring around, it’s eyes wide with terror.

“HEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAWW!”

The donkey brayed and Leon staggered back as his former friend began to buck his powerful new legs wildly, crashing into the pool tables, sending cues and balls flying.

The terrified beast’s cries bought Leon back to himself and he scrambled away to avoid being caught in the rampage. He had been completely enraptured from the moment Sam had shot his donkey load over the floor, the intense musk that had filled his senses had been so intoxicating.

Now he was back to his senses, he recalled what was happening to him and around him and the sense of urgency welled up inside him.

Turning away from the braying jackass that had been Sam, Leon began moving back towards the staircase, staggering, and grasping the tables as he went for support as the numbing sensations in his feet were growing more prominent as was the throbbing bulge in his torn jeans.

He tried to ignore the memory and smell of when Sam had orgasmed, but it lingered at the front of his mind and in his senses.

“Don’t think about it” Leon thought desperately, forging onwards, “Or you’ll end up like him!”

With each step, the torn seams of his jeans widened, revealing the grey fur pelt that had spread over his legs, down towards his feet in his overtight shoes, the toe of which was bulging as Sam’s had, the material beginning to crack under the strain.

“NGhhhhaaaaaaaaaww” Leon brayed, unable to keep it in as he slumped against a table, his furry, three fingered hands gripping the edge as the pressure in his jeans grew. Another sensation hitting him, this time from his rear.

He felt the blood drain from his face in fear as he realised what it must be.

“N..Nhaaaaaaaaww not thaaaaaawt” he brayed, hearing more seams popping as the pressures intensified; his jeans beginning to cut into his waist.

“G..ghaaaawtta take it haaaaaawfff”.

Abandoning any thought of modesty with everything happening around him, Leon released the table and made to grab the top of his jeans.

Only to find he couldn’t slip his hoof tipped fingers into the overtight waistband.

“COME HAAAAAAAAWN!” he brayed desperately, trying to grip the material and staggering as both hands and feet lost all feeling.

He raised his hands to eye level, dread filling him as he watched his already mutated hands begin to change, the three digits pulling together, the fur melding as one as the thick nails fused.

“NHAAAAAAAAAWW HAAAAAAAWLP!” Leon brayed, waving his arms as the changes finalised, his arms stretching and wrists vanishing, leaving him with a pair of hard, shiny hooves at the end of his furry arms. With the focus on his arms and hands, he hadn’t noticed the ongoing changes to his feet, only becoming aware when he heard loud crack as his heels stretched and his balance was thrown as he was forced to stand on his tip toes.

Leon staggered, attempting to grab the table again out of instinct but forgetting that he no longer had hands anymore.

His shiny hooves glided over the polished wood of the table and let out a braying yell as he fell forwards, landing hard on his front; his hooves striking the floor with an echoing thud.

“HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” he brayed, pushing himself up on his hooves before letting out a moan as pleasure rushed through him.

His damp bulge strained, popping more seams as his cock swelled within the tight confines, desperate for release as another large bulge above his ass began to quiver.

A heat rushed through his body, a burning lust that needed to be sated and all Leon could do was throw his head back and bray.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

RIIIIIIIIIIIIP!

POP!

RIIIIIIIIIP!”

Like a barrel bursting its hoops, Leon’s clothes finally reached their limits.

The seams of his jeans near enough exploded, unleashing both his long, tasselled tail which shot into air as Sam’s had, covered in grey fur with a black tuft at the end; but also his throbbing donkey cock which surged out, slapping up against his furry chest.

Staring down between his legs, Leon stared at the flaring, jet black tip, watching it ooze his thick pre onto the floor and wafting his own animalistic musk into his flaring nostrils.

“HEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

He brayed as his eyes fluttered, his cock pulsing as again he was lost monetarily in the lustful trance, his newly grown tail beginning to wag as his feet stretched out of his burst shoes, socks torn open, revealing thick black hooves that matched his hands.

“FHAAAAAAAAAWK!” Leon brayed, feeling the relief as all the pressures vanished; kneeling there essentially naked and almost fully transformed.

He turned his head, looking around to see his furry body, all human skin hidden beneath a thick grey pelt, his legs splayed outwards, revealing his new rear hooves.

Then he saw his tail and his thoughts seemed to clear as it whipped across his bare, furry ass.

“N…NHAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Braying in panic, he tried to pull himself up to stand again on two legs, his forehooves scrambling to try and get a hold of the nearest pool table.

“HAAAAAAAWLP ANHEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAWNE!” he brayed in desperation, “H…HELP MEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

A great pressure suddenly grew in his back and there was a loud pop which brought his hooves back to the floor, his cock bouncing and slapping his belly again.

“HEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAW!”

He brayed again, but this time out of pleasure.

The sensation of his cock slapping his belly was like a hand stroking it, and he was so horny, despite his panic.

“What if I just…just…” he thought, wrestling with his conscience that was telling him to run far away, get away from the island, “If I cum…I…I can think better…yeah?”

“Soo HAAAAAAAAAAWNY!” he brayed before he thrust his hips.

His cock slapped his belly again.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAW!!”

Leon did it again, and again.

Thrusting his hips to feel that rush of pleasure from his needy cock as it leaked more and more of his musky pre.

He was so lost in the moment that he didn’t feel his balls swelling, his sack becoming thick and leathery as it pulled up beneath his now dark hole, the skin becoming dark and puckered as his ass cheeks pushed apart and flattened into fully equine flanks.

Still, he kept thrusting, huffing as he bent his new forelegs, allowing his cock to strike his chest more easily; his black lips pulling back to expose his thick, flat teeth in a dopey, lust filled smile.

He could feel the orgasm building in his swollen sack, a thick ring forming at the centre of his throbbing shaft, the flat tip flaring in preparation for his first bestial load.

“Haaaaaaw….HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” he panted, his brays becoming desperate as his shoulders cracked forwards and his neck and body swelled like Sam’s had.

His belly expanding with new muscle and fat, his legs and arms adjusting to his new quadrupedal stance that he was now locked in.

His eyes faded to a deep brown as they rolled back as he felt the final barrier within him breach and thew his lengthening neck back.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

A jet of white shot from his tip before it was lost amongst the deluge of rich, yellowish donkey cum as he nutted hard.

His cock firing wave after wave over the hard wooden floor and all Leon could do was bray, bliss flooding through his body which was now completely equine from the neck down.

“Heeeeeeeee….haaaaaaaaaaaaaaw” he brayed weakly in relief, readjusting himself as his thick, leaking donkey cock began to pull itself back into his newly grown, leathery sheath.

As the afterglow set in, Leon looked around.

His head felt heavy and he saw something strange and black in the centre of his vision.

Through the blur of his vision, he stared around the landing, and he saw only devastation….and donkeys.

There were no more screams or cries for help anymore, only the sounds of panicked brays from the former humans as they bucked their legs and stumbled on hooves.

Donkeys….they had all turned into…DONKEYS!

Leon’s eyes suddenly went wide, the post orgasmic bliss shattering as the full weight of his situation hit him.

“HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” he brayed, his voice much gravellier from his swollen neck. He tried to rear himself up, but his new body quickly forced him back to all fours and he suddenly realised what his moment of weakness had cost him.

Crossing his eyes he saw that the dark object in his vision was his swollen nose and that it had jutted out slightly from his face, giving him a snout like proto muzzle.

The dread, the shame, the horror…all of it returned in full force.

“H…HAAAAAAAAAAAAWLP MEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

His desperate brays were answered by the sounds of heavy footfalls, and he gazed over at the stairwell where several heavy-set men emerged, each wearing the same black t-shirt, shorts, and leather boots and all of them carrying long lengths of rope and bridles.

“Got more up here Lads!” one of the men called advancing towards the nearest donkey with a wicked grin, seizing it around its neck, and beginning to tie the rope like a leash and pulling the bridle around the beast’s muzzle as it brayed and struggled.

One of the men looked around and quickly locked eyes with Leon, spotting his partial muzzle.

He grinned wickedly and made a beeline straight for him.

“NHAAAAAAAAAAWW!” Leon brayed out , trying to turn and run but stumbling on his four new hooves.

The man laughed as he quickly caught up, wrapping a thick, muscular arm around Leon’s neck and holding him tight despite the donkey boy’s desperate attempts to escape.

“LET MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAW GHAAAAAAAAAAAW!” he brayed, trying to buck his captor with his hooves, gritting his teeth as a tightness suddenly filled his face.

“Hey boss looks like we gotta hold out!” he called over his shoulder to another man who had just emerged onto the landing.

Tall and broad, and wearing a familiar Scarlett coat and a very wicked smile.

The man who had given him and Sam the tickets, brought them here on the ferry and begun the festivities.

The Coachman

The newcomer turned at his underling’s words, spotted Leon being grappled, and smirked.

“Heh he ain’t got left in him” he chuckled sinisterly, moving closer to the struggling donkey.

Leon stared up at him as fur sprouted across his face, covering up the last of his human skin, his long ears folded back in fear.

“P…PLHEEEEEEEEEEESE I DON’T WHAAAAAAAAAAWNNNA BEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAW A DHAAAAAAWNKEEEEEEEEEHAWWWWWWWWWWWWW HEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAWW”

Leon could barely speak anymore and with every bray that sounded past his lips, he felt the pressure in his face build, and he was sure he could feel the bones of his face pushing his face further towards a full donkey’s muzzle.

The Coachman’s sneer widened as he leant in, so he was almost nose to nose with Leon.

“Too bad little jackass” he said with a cold edge to his voice, “You’ve had your fun on my Island, now you’re gonna pay for it”.

His hand shot out and Leon brayed out as the man grabbed one of his long ears.

“Besides” the Coachman continued with an evil cackle, “If you were a good boy you wouldn’t have ears like these!”

He released Leon’s ear and a second later the donkey felt a completely alien shock of pain.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” Leon brayed, the muscular man holding his neck allowing him to look back to see the Coachman pulling on his long, tasselled tail.

“Or long tails like these” he continued with a laugh, releasing the ropey appendage and staring down at his victim with vindictive glee.

“So why don’t you just be the good little jackass that you are and give me a nice big bray”.

Leon suddenly felt a tightness in his throat and felt the pressure in his face growing to a fever pitch.

He tried to resist, knowing that if he brayed it would all be over.

“Nhaaaaaaw….P..Plheeeeeeeeeeeee…Haaaaaaawlp…MEEEEEEEEEE….MHAAAWWWTHEW!....HAAAAWWWLP MEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAWWW!”

He couldn’t hold it in.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

As the bray burst forth, Leon felt the pressure in his face release as his whole face pushed outwards, his jaw and nose cracking forwards fully into a donkey’s muzzle.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

He kept trying to call out, but all that came out were the brays of a beast as with one last pop, the last of the pressure faded and he opened his eyes to see a large muzzle dominating his vision.

And he knew it was all over.

He was a donkey, just like Sam.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

He brayed out again in terror and panic as both the Coachman and the one holding burst out in fits of laughter, the latter forcing a bridle over his muzzle.

“Take him with the others” the Coachman grinned, “The boat comes at six and I want every jackass tagged and branded by the time it docks, then it’s off to the Salt Mines with ‘em”.

“Yessir!” the man holding Leon replied before seizing the rope attached to the donkey’s bridle and beginning to drag him towards the stairs.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Leon brayed out but it was all for naught, even with his bestial body he couldn’t overcome the strength of the man.

He flailed his head, trying to break free, and out of the corner of his eye he watched the red-coated man stride away to where another of the uniformed men was wrangling a braying and bucking Sam.

“GET THAT BEAST UNDER CONTROL!” the Coachman yelled, pulling a long, coiled whip from his belt and giving a loud crack over Sam’s flank.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Leon heard the pain in his former friend, watching his brays fade as he allowed himself to be pulled away by the bulky guard while the Coachman turned back to watch the other donkeys get corralled. He seemed to pause for a moment before he stooped to the ground to pick something up.

Leon caught a glint of gold.

“HEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” he brayed in anguish, watching the Coachman pocket his wedding ring before his muzzle was yanked forwards as his captor yanked his rope leash.

“Bray all you want jackass” he snarled, forcing Leon closer to the stairs where several over workers had already subdued their charges. “You’re gonna be spending the rest of your life pullin’ carts and eating hay in a dingy old stable, just desserts for little shits like you!”

He pulled harder, beginning to drag him down the wide stairs, joining a line of donkeys all of whom were braying in fright in their shame and humiliation.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight donkey” grinned the man holding his leash, pulling Leon out of the Pool Hall and into the bray filled darkness “I doubt you’ll be feeling it again for a very, very long time”.

“HEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

Leon’s brays of frustration and fears were lost amongst the chorus of many others as the other workers converged from different parts of the island, each pulling their own braying jackass and they were lead together.

Leon, Sam and many other former men.

All of them dragged towards a firelit entrance to cave that delved into the depths of the island. As each of them were pulled into the darkness. Each and every donkey brayed, lamenting their loss as they vanished into the new lives that they had foolishly entered by making total asses of themselves.

Jeremy ran a hand through his short unkempt ginger hair as he flicked through the pages of his textbooks, trying to find a statement that would help him complete an overly long essay for his course.

He had been working on it for days, though things had dramatically improved when his boisterous boyfriend had gone to their friends for a gaming weekend.

He grumbled slightly, the thought of how much still needed to be done and the fact that Sam would likely be back at any moment didn’t bring him much joy.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Jeremy jumped and stared around at the apartment door in shock.

“Has that fucking idiot forgotten his keys again?” he growled under his breath, getting to his feet.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The knocking continued,

“I’M COMING!” Jeremy yelled, making his way quickly to the door and flinging it open.

Jeremy had been expecting his tall, muscular, red headed boyfriend, possibly smelling of alcohol and stale body odour from a night of non-stop gaming.

Instead, he was greeted by a shorter man with shoulder length black hair, a scruffy beard, tanned skin with glasses and thunderous expression that implied he was in a towering rage.

It was Mathew, the husband of Leon, one of Sam’s best friends.

“WHERE IS HE?” Mathew roared, shoving Jeremy aside and staring around the musky apartment, “I KNOW HE’S HERE!”

Jeremy was completely taken aback; Mathew had always been rather mild mannered and never lost his temper.

“D…Dude!” Jeremy stammered, trying to assert himself against this intrusion, “What the hell are you doing here? Who are you looking for?”

Mathew wheeled around, his face red and livid.

“Sam!” he replied through gritted teeth. “Where is he Jeremy?”

Jeremy blinked; surprised.

“He’s not here dude” he said confusedly, “Isn’t he over at yours having a gaming session with Leon? That’s what he told me?”

Mathew seemed to tremble with rage.

“He’s not at ours Jeremy” he seethed, “He told me he and Leon we’re going out of town together…on a bro’s night”.

He plunged his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

There was a moment where here unlocked and scrolled though it before he turned the screen towards Jeremy.

“Tell me! Do you think they’re having fun?”

Jeremy leaned in to stare at the screen and a moment later, the pen that had been in his hand fell to the floor along with his jaw.

The screen showed a photograph showing Leon and Sam, both of them near enough naked, bent over a pool table in some seedy bar, with Sam’s cock wedged firmly in Leon’s ass and the two to them leaning back in a lustful kiss.

“WHAT THE HELL!” Jeremy yelled, a rage firing up within him to match the man before him. “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?”

Mathew pocketed his phone.

“Someone emailed it to me this morning” he growled, his eyes still scanning around, “Leon’s not answering his phone, so I came here to find Sam”.

Jeremy already had his own phone out, dialling a number, his face now a deep angry red.

There was moment where he held the phone to his ear and there was a muffled ringing before there was a crack as the voicemail kicked in.

“SAM!” Jeremy yelled angrily, “YOU BETTER FUCKING CALL ME BACK WHEN YOU GET THIS BECAUSE YOU’VE GOT SOME FUCKING EXPLAINING TO DO!”

He lowered the phone, snorting like a bull about to charge, his anger and incredulity in the same level as the man who had burst into his apartment.

“That’s all I got too” Mathew snarled, “I swear I’ve already left about fifty messages”.

BEEEP! BEEEP!

Mathew quickly looked down at his phone.

“Hey! Jeremy!” he called out, “I just got another email from the guy who sent me the photo…he says they’re somewhere called Pleasure Island”.

Jeremy’s face scrunched up.

“Pleasure Island?” he replied, trying to contain his boiling rage, “Never heard of it?”

Mathew scrolled though the email.

“The guy says we can get there on a ferry….and there’s two tickets here!”

He looked up a Jeremy.

“Fancy going after them and doing this shit in person?” he asked, feeling a vindictive pleasure beginning to rise within him.

Jeremy’s eyes narrowed and snarl appeared on his face.

“Oh, Fuck yeah!” he growled, “And when we find them….Oh boy are we gonna make them pay!”

Mathew nodded in response before

Escape to the Island

By Hawkin Ohara

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DISCLAIMER: The complete story contains forced, animal transformation, Male Nudity and M/M sex, if these are not your tastes or you are below the legal age to view this type of content, please close this file else sit back and enjoy!!!

“CHEERS!”

Leon and Sam clinked their beer glasses together merrily before taking a deep swig of the hoppy ale.

“Man, that’s good” grinned Sam, setting his glass down on the bar and wiping the foam from his ginger beard.

“Yeah, not bad” agreed Leon, following suit and smiling up at his friend.

It had seemed an age since they had both had the opportunity to visit their favourite local, The Flair.

The bar was naturally packed for a Friday night, the beer was flowing, and the mood was high around the bar where the two men were stood.

Sam leaned against the bar and took another sip of his drink.

He was the taller of the two, his muscular form was dressed in a tight-fitting black t-shirt, baseball cap and jeans which contrasted with his ginger hair and beard.

Leon smaller and less muscular, his dark hair was shaved nearly to his scalp, and he was dressed in smart jeans and a t-shirt with a pair of thin glasses giving him a slight hipster look.

“Man, it’s been forever since we’ve been out for a beer” Leon sighed, smiling up at Sam, “Seems like whenever we try something’s always getting in the way”.

Sam nodded in agreement.

“Yeah work’s been a bitch lately” he said sourly, “I’ve had to take on extra shifts cause Jeremy went part time to do that programmers course of his”.

Leon’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Everything Ok with you two” he asked slowly, sipping his drink, “You seemed great at the wedding?”

Sam took a moment to respond, his lips working awkwardly before the words came.

“We’re fine” he finally admitted in a wavering voice, “It’s just been a little tense, Jeremy’s always stressed, he does late night studying and leaves me to do all the housework and shit”.

He downed the remainder of his drink and set the empty glass down rather harder than he meant to.

“And…well….the only action I’ve had in the last couple of months is from my own hand”.

He made a lewd hand gesture which caused Leon to snort half his drink up his nose.

Sam couldn’t help but snigger, watching Leon cough and splutter from his own mirth.

“Sorry dude” he chuckled, patting Leon’s back, “Anyway enough about me and my lack of action, how’s it going with you and the husband, I saw the honeymoon pics, looks like you had fun.”

Leon set his glass back down and took a moment to catch his breath while wiping the residue of ale from his mouth.

He glared at Sam for a second before settling back against the bar.

“Pretty good actually” he sniffed, “Yeah the honeymoon was great, out and about, no work, sun, sea and whole lot of…well you know!”

He gave Sam a wink, hoping to stir a repeat of his own reaction but the redhead merely rolled his eyes and grinned.

“Got the apartment sorted too, all moved in” Leon continued with a disappointed scowl, “Jobs been up and down with me though, Mathew is doing pretty well in his though, so we get by.”

“Good to hear” Sam nodded, giving his ears a scratch “I’m glad you got the whole package dude.”

Leon shrugged.

“C’est la vie” he grumbled, “but I kinda get where you are with only having yourself for company.”

Sam looked at him with narrowed eyebrows.

“I thought you said you were having a whole lot of it?” he said quizzically, “Newlyweds and all that?”

Leon sighed and downed the remainder of the pint that he hadn’t thrown down himself.

“While on honeymoon yeah” he replied, wiping his mouth, “Since we both got back though we’ve both been so tired, our jobs take up the day then we’ve got the apartment to sort, the shopping and all the other useless adult shit that we need to do.”

He set his empty glass back down and signalled he bartender for two more.

“By the end of it all we’re just exhausted, all we want to do is just collapse on the bed, sleep and then get up and do all over again….can’t even think when we last….”

He tailed off, his face blushing pink.

Sam let out a low whistle.

“Seems like we’re both in a bit of a fun rut” he grinned, gripping Leon’s shoulder and giving him a slight shake before his eyes cast slowly around the room.

His eyes fell on group of men, who looked to be in their early twenties, gathered around one of the bar’s pool tables.

They were all laughing, drinking, and making the most of their Friday night together.

One of the men raised a cue and both Leon and Sam watched as he bent over the table to make a shot, his bubbled ass prominent in his skintight jeans.

“Man, I wish Jeremy would let me be in an open relationship” Sam whispered, licking his lips, eyes fixated on the boy’s ass.

“I’d give that ass a good pounding!”

“You and me both” Leon smirked, his eyes also on the group of men, “Damn they’re so hot!”

Both men reached down and caressed their large, tenting groins.

Sipping the fresh drinks the barmen had given them, they casually glanced at each of the men as they played on, bending seductively over the table with each shot they made.

Leon’s eyes were moving from man to man, yet he also found himself glancing at Sam, his gym habits evident from the taught muscles on display, he had always been a little envious of his friend.

Sam gave a grunt and Leon quickly looked away from the now prominent bulge in his friend’s jeans turning to look back at the pool table only to now see that all of the group were now looking back at him, their eyes staring coldly at the two men.

“Shit I think we’ve been made” Sam grunted, swigging the last of his drink and gripping Leon’s shoulder, “Let’s get outta here”.

Leon nodded and quickly began to down the rest of his drink whilst tossing the barman a couple of notes for their drinks. They turned to leave but were accosted by a couple of the men who had moved away from the table and blocked their path.

“Oi! What you two staring at?” a dark-haired men grunted, staring intimidatingly into Sam’s face.

“Nothin’” Sam replied coldly, making to move past the man but he flung out an arm.

“Don’t think we didn’t see you” the man growled, “Staring at us when we took shots, fuckin’ fags…”

He tailed off as he looked down, spotting Sam’s evident bulge and sneering.

“Fucking knew it” he finished with a satisfied grunt.

Sam’s eyes flashed and Leon looked at the two men, hoping they wouldn’t start something while the man’s friend, a tall redhead with a cold expression, was staring at him as though itching for Leon to intervene.

“So what if I am?” Sam replied with an equally cold sneer, “Looking to get slapped by my cock?”

The man recoiled slightly, and Leon could tell the one watching him had supressed a snort.

“Fuck you!” the man snarled, balling his hand into a fist and looking ready to launch himself at Sam.

“If you took me to dinner and were actually cuter up close, I might have considered it” Sam hollered back, his voice louder and now attracting stares of some of the other bar patrons.

The man spluttered and Sam suddenly moved up close, his face now an inch from the startled man’s brick red face.

“But I don’t bottom for little shits like you” he growled, “I’d dominate your ass and have you begging for more”.

There was an awkward silence in which the man, clearly frozen in a mixture of rage, incredulity, shock, and fear while Leon and the man’s friend looked on.

The rest of the bar seemed to be looking over at them too, the remaining group around the pool table attempting to keep their faces straight.

“C’mon” Sam grunted, gesturing to Leon, “Let’s bail”.

Leon wordlessly followed Sam to the door, not looking at either of the two men and not daring to open his mouth until they had exited the bar and were walking along the Parisian waterfront.

“What a jackass” Sam finally grumbled, pausing to lean on the railing and looking down into the Seine.

“Yeah he really was a dick” Leon mumbled, joining him, “Cute though”.

Sam snorted.

“Thought I might actually get lucky” he grumbled sourly, staring out over the water, “Y’know just a quicky in the bathroom”.

Leon stared at Sam incredulously.

“Seriously, you’re that hard up?” he asked cautiously, trying his best to tiptoe around the implied infidelity.

Sam grunted again and grinned.

“Heh if you were up to it I’d let you blow me here and now!”

“Y…YOU’D WHAT?”

Leon’s face had gone beet red and he recoiled from the railing while Sam suddenly burst out laughing.

“Sorry Bro!” Sam chuckled, fondling his jeans, “But what I wouldn’t give to nut in a dude’s mouth right now”.

Leon continued to stammer, his eyes darting around while he tried to hide his own throbbing bulge.

“Well.. I….I…” he gasped, face still ruby red, unable to form the sentence, “m..maybe we c..can find somewhere…somewhere we can have a little…little…”

“A Little Fun?” came an oily voice from behind them.

Sam and Leon both wheeled around in shock.

The source of the voice being a tall man, dressed in a long scarlet coat with various gold fastenings, who had silently snuck up on them and now approached them openly with a wide grin on his face.

“Didn’t mean to make you jump boys” the man said jovially, raising his hands apologetically, “But I saw your little, shall we say, ‘peep show’ at the bar and judging from what I just heard, I think you lads are in need of some serious rest and relaxation”

Leon and Sam looked at each other, clearly unnerved by the man’s sudden appearance and apparent disposition towards eavesdropping.

It was Sam who acted first however, moving between the man and Leon.

“Who the hell are you?” Sam asked, puffing out his muscled chest while trying to stare the man down.

The man however grinned wider and gave a sweeping bow in which he whipped off his brown cap to reveal his silvery grey, curly hair.

“Just call me your humble Coachman” he replied at the height of his bow, “Here to whisk you away to a place of fantasy, fun and frivolity!”

And as he rose, he flourished his free hand and seemed to magically produce two large golden slips of paper from the inside of his coat.

“Here you are lads” he continued, holding out the papers, “Your tickets to happiness!”

Eyeing the man suspiciously, Sam leaned forwards and took one of the papers.

Leon watched his eyes move across the paper and watched as his expression suddenly turned from suspicion to jubilation.

“Are you serious dude?” Sam asked the Coachman, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“Absolutely my good man” the Coachman replied with another flashy grin before turning to Leon, “And yourself, my other good man?”

Looking between Sam, who was still stating disbelievingly at his ticket and the man who was waving the remaining paper tantalisingly before him, Leon finally shrugged and took the golden slip, holding it out before him as he read the ornate slanting calligraphy which overlayed the outline of a braying donkey’s head.

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THIS TICKET ADMITS ONE PERSON TO A FREE, ALL EXPENSES PAID, WEEKEND TRIP TO

_ PLEASURE ISLAND!_

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FREE DRINKS! FREE FOOD! FREE TRAVEL! FREE ACCOMODATION!

RIDES AND AMUSEMENTS GALORE AWAIT!

Like his friend, Leon’s face suddenly went from suspicious to exhilarated, flipping the ticket over to reveal first class travel details including plane and ferry fare.

“HOLY SHIT!” Leon gasped loudly, staring at the Coachman “Is this legit?”

“Oh completely!” the Coachman smiled earnestly, replacing his hat and tipping the brim, “The offer is open lads, call the number on the ticket and get booked in”.

He whirled on the spot and began to walk back along the promenade.

“I look forwards to seeing you on the island” he called over his shoulder, before with another flourish of his coat, he turned the corner and vanished.

Sam and Leon remained at the riverside, staring at their tickets.

“Fuck…its almost too good to be true” Leon whispered, turning the ticket over again.

He looked up at Sam who slowly met his gaze.

“True or not” he replied with a grin, “I think it’s just what we need”.

“So, what did you tell Mathew?” Sam asked loudly over the chattering crowd, cocking his eyebrow.

“Just that I was going out on the town with you and that I may stay over” Leon replied with a nervous chuckle, “He had to work this weekend anyway, so he didn’t really care, what about you with Jeremy?”

“Heh, I said I was going to yours for the weekend for a gaming session” Sam chortled, “He said he could use the time to hit the books and to ‘have fun’”.

He made air quotations and both men both laughed as they walked with the large gaggle of men down the gangplank of the enormous ferry whose smokestacks were still pumping out small puffs of steam into the bright evening sky.

But the attention of all was firmly on what lied ahead, the immense island that stood at the end of the pier which was illuminated by countless dazzling lights which danced in time to the cacophony of music that blared out across the waves, calling the men onwards like a siren song.

“GENTLEMEN!” came a loud voice from the front of the group drew everyone’s attention and Sam and Leon watched as the Coachman who had given them their tickets was stood in front of the large gates to the island, his arms thrown wide in welcome.

“Welcome to you all!” the Coachman continued, “Are you ready for the time of your lives?”

There was a resounding cheer from the group, including Sam and Leon.

The Coachman’s grin widened, and he turned to the gates and called out at the top of his voice.

“THROW OPEN THE GATES AND WELCOME ALL!....TO PLEASURE ISLAND!!!”

With a thunderous grating noise that was almost drowned in another cheer from the crowd, the immense doors to the island parted and the pier was immediately bathed in a widening strip of dazzling golden light.

“Holy….” Leon gasped, his eyes going wide as the dazzle faded to reveal a stunning sight.

Stood in the radiant glow, Leon and Sam beheld the wonders before them, a brilliantly lit square filled with stalls that were dispensing beer and cigars, and beyond that, the immense rides of a massive amusement part.

An enormous lit Ferris Wheel dominating the skyline with a mountain, out of which roller coaster cars were rocketing along lit tracks like fireflies in the encroaching night.

Sam and Leon only had a moment to enjoy the sight as with the doors now open, the crowd surged forwards as one, sweeping them into main square where large steins of beer were thrust into their hand by attendants who all smiled widely at them.

“CHEERS!” Sam called, clinking their glasses and taking a long swig.

Leon echoed his cheer and joined him in quaffing the rich golden ale, the hoppy taste spreading wildly over his tongue.

Any further words were immediately drowned out by the roar of the speakers from a large bandstand on one side of the square.

Music began to pound in their heads and both Sam and Leon felt themselves giving into the beat that made the floor tremble and their eardrums pound.

They began to dance along with the other men, nodding along to the rhythm while downing their beers.

Thrusting and stomping in time to the music, Leon blushed as he was pushed up against Sam in the heat of the dance.

Blushing furiously as their bodies rubbed against each other, Leon could do nothing but laugh along with the others, allowing Sam to lead him on into the pleasurable onslaught.

Beer flowed freely, every empty glass quickly refilled, carnival food was thrust into their hands and Leon gasped he tried his first puff of a rich cigar offered by a grinning attendant while the music played on.

“You’ll get used to it!” Sam laughed, slapping his friend hard on the back as he choked on the earthy smoke and tobacco.

“C’mon let’s head up to the park” he continued, stubbing out his own cigar, and staring up at the bright, golden lights of the bustling amusement park, “I wanna check out that roller coaster”.

Buzzed from the alcohol, tobacco and music, Leon merely grinned dopily, letting Sam take his arm and drag him away from the charged atmosphere of the square and up the road into the bustling amusement park where the rides glittered in the twilight, the blinking lights almost hypnotic in the motions of the various rides.

“Woah trippy” Leon grinned, staring up at the enormous Ferris Wheel with a beer in one hand a corndog in the other.

The lights twinkled in his eyes, and he found himself grinning, his front teeth sticking out goofily as he chuckled.

“Hey Leon!” came Sam’s voice, forcing Leon to slowly turn his blank eyes over to where Sam stood beneath a huge sign which read:

JACKHAMMER!

Queue Here!

_ _

“DUDE THERES NO QUEUE!” Sam cheered, waving his empty stein “LETS GO!!!!”

“Coming!” Leon called back, downing the last of his drink and hurling the empty stein away where it shattered on the ground.

“Oooops…hic…hehe” Leon chuckled beginning to stagger towards his friend and reaching to scratch an itchiness on his belly, his fingernails catching a treasure trail of light hairs.

“Ohhhh Mon Dieu…” Leon moaned, leaning up against the exit gate of the roller coaster while the corndogs in his stomach rumbled threateningly.

“HAHA! That was so much fun!” Sam yelled, slapping Leon on the back merrily, “Wanna go again?”

Leon merely gave him the look that scorches in response, taking deep breaths as he felt his stomach beginning to settle.

“Could…could have done without the soaking…” Leon wheezed, staggering back upright.

“Yeah that was a bit of a surprise” Sam agreed tugging at the sodden garment plastered to his chest.

The rollercoaster had been a wild ride, full of banking turns and steep drops and even one big loop in the centre of the mountain, but they hadn’t expected the plunge into an underground lake near the end of the ride that had left the two of them sopping.

“Never mind, it’ll dry” Sam continued, pulling the dripping shirt over his head and beginning to wring it out.

Leon felt his cheeks redden again as he stared at his friend’s bare chest, all the work he had done at the gym on display with the firm rolling abs and his defined pecs which gleamed in the golden light.

“Heh, I knew you had a hairy chest but fuck dude” Leon commented while his eyes continued to admire his friend’s muscular build, noticing how the normal coating of auburn chest hair had become a thick mat that covered his chest and arms outlining the muscles, and almost hiding his skin.

Sam however looked down with a confused expression.

“D’fuck is this?” he said, looking shocked before fading to a cocky sneer, “Guess I got a testosterone hit?”

He ran a hand through the slightly damp hairs and Leon noticed that his jeans gave a noticeable throb at the groin as he pulled his arms up in a flex.

“Fuckin’ hot though don’t you think?” Sam laughed, looking over at Leon and flexing his arms, revealing his furry underarms.

Leon gulped and was partially thankful his own jeans were wet as he was sure his cock just shot a jet of pre into his damp boxers.

“I…err….fuck….yeah” Leon stammered in response, his nostrils flaring as a spicy musk suddenly hit him, a mix of sweat and farm, his eyes fluttering and the front of his jeans bulging as he drank in both the seductive scent and his friend’s glorious body.

Leon’s reaction seemed to entice Sam, and he turned to flex his back, revealing it to be equally hairy.

“Like the look of a real man?” Sam jeered, throwing his arm around Leon’s shoulders, enjoying how he was making him blush.

Leon was always such an easy tease.

“C’mon, I heard there’s a house nearby that’s set up so you can literally trash the place!” Sam grinned, “Fancy venting a little of that ‘pent up’ energy”.

Leon’s face contorted, still beet red, he knew Sam was just pushing his buttons, but it didn’t stop him from giving the half-naked man a dig in the ribs with his elbow.

“Oofff…I’ll take that as a yes” Sam chuckled, wheezing slightly.

“Jackass” Leon grinned allowing himself to be steered away through the amusement park, trying his best to make his throbbing cock go down.

It didn’t take them long to find the house on the far side of the amusement park; the large manor already a scene of absolute carnage with the sounds of crashes and breaking objects blaring from the already smashed windows and the shattered remains of broken furniture littering the ground as they approached.

“Sounds like the party’s already begun” Leon grinned, ducking as a vase sailed out of a window above them and shattered nearby.

“Well let’s go in while there’s still stuff to smash!” Sam laughed, tugging Leon through the open doors and into the ongoing chaos.

Men were running about everywhere they looked, laughing and yelling as they seized anything they could get their hands on and finding the best possible way to destroy it.

Examining the living and dining rooms, they found cabinets smashed, crockery and glassware shattered, portraits torn and the remnants of what might have been a piano.

“HEY WATCH THIS!”

Sam and Leon turned just in time to watch as a man, holding a large, framed portrait in his arms, ran forwards and smashed the picture over the head of another man sitting on a large, torn up sofa and they both snorted as the man’s head went straight through the canvas.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

The man on the sofa sprang up and wheeled around, the portrait swinging around his neck as he glared angrily at the perpetrator who had fallen down, yelling in laughter.

“HAHAHAHA! You really do look like an ass now dude! AHAHAHAAAWWHAHA!

Looking back at the man, Sam and Leon looked closer before both of them snorted.

The picture that had been forced onto the man’s head depicted a large painted donkey and the man’s head had gone right through the donkey’s face.

Turning to a broken mirror the man stared at his distorted reflection and saw the ridiculous sight.

The man’s anger seemed to melt away, and he suddenly bent over and began to laugh.

“HAHAHAHA HEEEEHAAAAAAWW HEEEEHAAAAAAAAWW”

Leon looked stunned as the man suddenly let out a realistic donkey bray.

“HAHAHA NOW YOU SOUND LIKE ONE TOO!”

The man on the floor was rolling about in fits of laughter and Leon began to laugh too as he realised the other man was merely playing into the joke.

“C’mon, I bet there’s some rooms upstairs that haven’t been wrecked” Sam laughed, tugging at Leon’s shirt, and guiding him towards an ornate staircase that spiralled up from the hallway.

As Sam paused to laugh at a drunken college man swinging shirtless from the chandelier, Leon looked back at the men still visible in the living room.

The man still had the painting around his neck and was sat on the floor still laughing, but Leon had to do a double take as he was almost certain the man’s ears were now stretched tall over his head and were covered in grey fur, but then the picture shifted and he was sure it was just trick of the light, that the ears were the ones of the painted donkey.

“WOAHHHHH!”

CRASH!

“WOAH DUDE YOU OK?”

Leon turned back just in time to see the chandelier fall and Sam leaning over the banister to see the man crawling away from the wreckage below.

The man grinned, a large rolled spliff between his lips and gave them a thumbs up.

“All good hairy dude!” he chuckled continuing to crawl and Leon stared as he saw a large bulge forming just above the guy’s ass in his shorts.

“What the?” Leon pondered but was cut off by Sam’s sudden burst of laughter.

“Dude looks like he’s shit himself!” Sam laughed, continuing up the stairs, “I don’t wanna find out if he has though, c’mon dude!”

Leon took another look back at crawling man, observing that the bulge seemed to be swelling, before continuing to follow Sam to the second floor.

“Oh, hell yeah!” Sam suddenly yelled looking through a doorway just opposite the stairs, “Check this out Leon!”

Following him up, Leon followed Sam’s gaze and felt a similar grin appear on his face as he spotted the door directly opposite on the landing which opened up into a brightly lit games room.

Like all the rooms they had seen, this room had already been ransacked.

A large pool table was resting on two legs on its side, a dartboard was half embedded in the shattered window, and a pair of cues had been snapped in two and javelined into a torn oil painting on the wall.

SMASH!

The sound of shattering glass caused both men to turn and observe two other people in the room who were laughing jovially and hurling the discarded pool balls at bottles of booze lined up on a bar installed along the far wall.

Even as they watched, one of the boys lined up another shot and hurled another ball which flew wide and struck a mirror behind the bar with an ear-splitting crack.

Sam snorted, “Nice shot!”

The two boys turned and the smirk faded from Sam’s face as they came face to face with the dark-haired pool player from The Flair.

“Oh fucking hell” the man snarled, “and here I thought this was gonna be an epic trip”.

Sam balled his hands into fists, his dark nails digging into his palms.

“I was just thinking the same thing” he said coldly, advancing slightly in front of Leon.

“Woah drama dude?”

Everyone turned at the outburst of the other boy who chuckled drunkenly as he took a swig from a bottle, grinning stupidly as he moved between Sam and his friend.

“C’mon dudes let’s enjoy ourselves, no need to throw puncheeeees”.

His voice rose a to an odd screech as he stumbled and Leon ran forwards to support him.

“Thanks dude” the boy chuckled, swaying drunkenly in Leon’s arms, “Anyway you two, why not see who’s the best shaaaaaaawt?”

His voice cracked again as he held up a large red pool ball tantalisingly and gestured to the unbroken bottles on the bar.

The dark-haired man snorted and put his hands on his hips.

“You think I’m gonna play with a couple of fags” he snarled, “Fat chance”.

Sam let out a loud laugh.

“HAH! I saw your last shot, I bet I could beat you with one hand behind my back!”

The dark-haired man bristled, his expression becoming cocky before he reached out and snatched the pool ball from his friend’s hand.

“Fine, one game” he scowled, tossing and catching the ball, “if only to show you guys up”.

“Oh I’m gonna enjoy this” Sam grinned, picking up another discarded ball from the ground.

Leon and the drunk friend staggered back as they took their positions, Leon still supporting the man who seemed to grow more unsteady on his feet, he grunted and snorted, kicking at his shoes in discomfort.

“Alright then, best of ten!” the dark-haired man announced, raising the hand holding the ball.

“You’re on!” Sam replied, mimicking his movement.

“THREE, TWO, ONE!”

SMASH!

“WOOHOOO SMOKED YA!” Sam yelled, punching the air and taking a swig from his tankard in celebration.

“HAAAAAAWW FUCK!”

Leon sniggered as the dark-haired man, who they now been introduced as Dion, staggered and gripped his head in frustration as he let out a cry that almost sounded bestial.

Sam laughed and grabbed another pitcher of beer and refilling his own glass and then Dion’s.

“Tough luck dude!” Sam cheered with a slight swagger, patting Dion on the shoulder.

Dion looked up, his eyes slightly unfocused from the drink.

“I..I wanna go again!” he spluttered, “Anothaaww Round!”

Leon rolled his eyes.

One game had turned into five, and with each game that passed the animosity between everyone had quickly faded into drunken japery, especially when one of the staff had turned up with kegs and pitchers of free beer to quench their thirst.

Leon had tried his luck at the games but had found his aim was atrocious, he arrogantly put it down to the drink.

Instead, he had spent most of his time with André, the other friend, sitting on the collapsed pool table and watching the fierce contest become more like a budding bromance.

“Don’t think we can dude” Sam replied, looking around the room at the large piles of broken glass surrounded the cracked bar, “No more bottles to shoot at.”

“No more beer either” Dion said sourly as the last dregs poured from the pitcher into his glass.

Sam grunted and threw the empty pitcher at the bar where it shattered loudly, joining the large quantity of shattered glass that littered the ground.

He scratched his hairy chest; the dark brown hairs were matted with sweat and beer and seemed to have grown thicker over the last hour.

All four men let out a cheer before downing the last of their drinks and hurling their glasses after the pitcher.

“What do you guys wanna do now?” Dion grinned, getting to his feet unsteadily, “Wanna hit the park or the arcade?”

Leon raised a hand with a wide grin on his face, scratching his own hairy belly with his free hand.

“How about we hit the actual pool hall!” he suggested, “Bet I can shoot better than I can throw”.

Dion and Sam looked at each other and grinned.

“Sound like haaww plan!” Dion laughed dryly, looking over at André who was sat with his shoes off, massaging his feet. “Gonna join us dude?”

André swayed drunkenly and Leon noticed for the first time that he had a massive overbite, his front teeth seemed larger.

“Sure theeeeeeng” André smiled his voice rising again to an odd screech as he tried to stand, swaying unsteadily on his feet and for some reason was balancing on the balls of his feet.

“You ok man?” Leon asked concernedly, watching André stagger away only for him to make it a few steps before there was an odd cracking noise and André stumbled and fell forwards with a clattering crash onto his hands and knees.

“HAAAAAAAW FAAAAAAWK!” Andre cried, bowing his head, his ears looking strangely pointed from the angle where they stood.

“Dude you’re wasted” Dion laughed, pointing at his friend with a dark nailed finger.

“Just haaaawwd a bheeet much” Andre replied with a large buck toothed grin, “You ghaaww ahead and I’ll meet you lateeeeeHAAAAAWW!”

André’s voice suddenly screeched into a primal bray as he began to crawl towards a busted sofa.

Leon looked stunned but Sam threw an arm around his shoulder and the sudden wave of manly musk distracted him completely, the front of his jeans suddenly bulging.

“Sleep it off dude and catch us up!” Sam smiled, leading both Leon and Dion from the room and unsteadily down the stairs while André pulled himself uneasily onto the sofa, grunting as his nose swelled and his jaw cracked forwards while his ears stretched.

Emerging back into the amusement park, the three men laughed along with the masses that were staggering around drunkenly.

Leon noticed that some of them seemed to be wearing strange donkey ears while others had attached donkey tails to the back of their trousers.

Before he could point it out however, Sam grabbed his wrist and pulled him around.

“Hey, check this out!” he grinned, pointing at a large sign painted on wall which read in huge letters:

I MADE AN ASS OF MYSELF ON PLEASURE ISLAND!

In front of the sign, a member of the Island staff was standing next to a large camera tripod and was beckoning anyone who would listen to come and have their photo taken.

“What do you say guys?” Sam asked jovially, “One to share!”

Leon and Dion looked at each other and shrugged before following Sam over to the photo area.

“Welcome!” the photographer grinned, gesturing the boys under the sign, “Line up under the sign and I’ll grab a few shots!”

Sam and Dion moved under the sign and Sam pulled a flex, showing off the muscles under the thick brown hairs that now looked more like a pelt, almost completely covering his chest and arms.

“Hey dudes, take off your shirts!” Sam grinned, “We’re all bro’s here”.

“Seriously dude?” Dion asked, looking suspicious.

Sam smiled, “Aww c’mon Dion, y’know you wanna show off!”

Leon chuckled, seeing Dion roll his eyes before reaching down and pulling his shirt over his head, revealing a toned, muscular chest with dark, perked nipples and a lot of thick black hair.

“Fuck bro” Sam grinned, a blush rising in his cheeks, “You’re fucking hot!”

Dion blushed, turning away while Sam coughed and rubbed his throat, his voice having cracked slightly.

Leon blushed too, seeing the two hunks admire each other, he knew he wasn’t as muscular or toned but maybe they wouldn’t notice his lack thought their drunken haze.

Pulling off his shirt, revealing his average chest that had a fair bit of hair but nothing to the extent of the other two, Leon took his place standing between the two men.

“OK boys, strike a pose and give me a good loud cheer!” the photographer called.

Sam and Dion both flexed their arms and smirked while Leon flexed his arms across his chest and gritted his teeth in a manly growl.

FLASH!

The camera went off with a burst of light and the three men staggered, slightly dazzled.

“Wanna check it out?” the photographer smiled, picking up a tablet and turning it toward them.

The picture was well detailed, and the exposure actually accentuated the hairy muscles of Dion and Sam although something made both their ears look larger and the shadows made their noses look darker, to top it off Leon gasped at his smile, the photo giving him a buck toothed grin that made him look like a cartoon jackass.

“Fuck I look like shit” Leon scowled, looking up at the photographer, “Can we take it again?”

“I dunno I think it suits ya” Sam teased, laughing at the thunderous look he got back, “Fine, can we do another?”

The photographer pulled a face.

“I’m only supposed to do one per group” he said in a fake disappointed voice, “But I’ll do another if you all bray, be real asses on Pleasure Island”.

“Seriously” Dion snorted, the sour look from earlier returning.

Sam quickly moved next to him and whispered something and Dion’s face spit into a sneer and he raised his hands in surrender.

“OK one more” he smiled.

Leon looked between them suspiciously.

“What was that all about?” he asked as Sam struck his pose again.

“Nothing…nothing” Sam said in a tone that fooled no-one, “C’mon let’s take this and then we’ll get a drink”.

Leon was about to protest but the photographer called out before he could speak.

“Alright guys, give me a big bray in THREE!”

Leon turned and quickly flexed his arms again, this time mirroring Sam and Dion.

“TWO” the photographer counted.

Behind Leon, Dion and Sam grinned at each other and Sam dropped his flex.

“ONE”

Leon took a deep breath, filling his lungs, getting into the enjoyment of the moment.

“BRAY!” the photographer yelled.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…” Leon began, ready to bray out as instructed.

But as he began he felt something grab his hips and in the space of a second, he felt a heavy tug.

And his jeans and boxers were yanked to his ankles, exposing his chubbing cock to cool night air.

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!” Leon brayed out.

FLASH!

Leon’s bray was lost in the sudden yells of laughter of the two men behind him before he came to his senses and dived to pull up his jeans and hide his shame.

“HAHAHAHAHA!”

Face burning, Leon wheeled around to find Sam and Dion doubled over, clutching their furry chests in fits of hysterical laughter.

“YOU BHAAAAAWWSTARDS!” Leon yelled, charging forwards and raising his fist to throw a punch at Sam who caught it and pulled the angry man into a bare-chested hug, their thick hairs brushing together and infusing their bodies with a strange earthy musk.

“Sorry dude” Sam gasped, trying to speak through the laugher, “I couldn’t resist”.

Leon pushed him away angrily as photographer approached.

“That’s your lot lads and I gotta say you do look like asses” the man laughed, presenting a printed photograph to the three men.

Gathering around, the three men stared at the photo, all three faces pulling a different expression in response to what they saw.

The glossy photograph showed two hairy, bare chested men grinning with big toothy grins, one giving a thumbs up, the other crouching down having just pulled down the underwear of the central figure who effectively stood naked, his mouth open in a wide shocked bray while his modest seven-inch cock hung between his thighs, sitting squarely in the centre of the photograph.

“OH FUCK THAT!” Leon yelled, lunging for the photo but Sam was quicker, seizing the picture from the photographer and holding it high out of his friend’s reach.

“Whoa Leon!” Sam sneered, glancing up at the picture, “Who knew you were packing that?”

Leon bushed scarlet, his buzz cut hair seeming to bristle in his anger, particularly over the crown of his head.

“GIVE IT HEEEEEERE!” he screeched, his voice breaking in his fury.

Sam just laughed, trading the photo between his hands as Leon jumped like a kid on a schoolground trying to get his lunch money back from a bully.

“Tell ya what dude, go grab us some drinks and I’ll give ya the phaawto” Sam grinned, coughing again as his voice grated.

Leon scowled and Dion sneered.

“You fucking better” Leon snarled, staring at the two hairy men before turning away and heading towards one of the nearest stalls where Pleasure Island staff were happily handing out large steins of beer.

Sam chuckled as he watched him go before turning as Dion put a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey dude I need to take a leak” he said groggily before moving to a shadowy alley between two buildings.

Sam followed Dion to the entrance of the alleyway, leaning against the cold dark wood as he heard the Dion pull down his zipper and grunt in relief.

Ignoring this, Sam looked down at the photograph, his eyes fixed on Leon’s hairy, naked body, in particular the large swinging seven-inch, cut cock.

“Fuck I never realised how big he was” Sam muttered, feeling his own cock growing stiff the more he looked, the front of his jeans bulging.

The longer he stared at the photo, the more he admired how Leon’s furry chest drew his eye, his cute smile with those big teeth, the way his shorty cut seemed to bristle up in the centre, like he could grow a mohawk.

But his eyes always returned to that thick, girthy cock and he imagined having it in his hand, stroking it, sucking it.

“Mmmphhh…that would be a challenge” Sam thought, his tongue lolling out as he unbuttoned his jeans and letting out a short grunt as his hardening, nine-inch cock flopped out into the night air, thick veins throbbing with each pulse.

Not caring that he was in public and could easily be seen at the end of the alley, Sam wrapped his fingers around his warm shaft and slowly began to stroke, his eyes fixed on the photograph.

“So hot” he moaned, licking his lips while his throbbing meat swelled in his hand, growing to full hardness while his knees trembled.

Sam could picture it in his mind, on his knees, licking Leon’s hard, fat cock, embracing the desires he had been repressing for years.

A great spurt of pre shot from the tip to the ground, the musk reaching Sam’s flaring nostrils and driving his lust even higher.

Then the image changed to Leon kneeling before him, hands wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly before his tongue began to lap his flaring tip.

“Ngghhhh” he grunted, his face blushing scarlet while a thick as his finger brushed the tip of his cock, tracing seductively over the moist tip as his shaft throbbed in his fist.

He was getting close, his balls throbbing with need, sending a message to his lust filled brain to keep stoking and blow his load.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Sam’s eyes snapped from the photo and he raised his head.

Dion who was frozen with an expression of shock and disgust on his face, his hands halfway to securing his belt.

The two stared at each other for a moment before Sam’s stunned expression relaxed into a smirk.

“What?” Sam sneered, resuming the pumping of his cock, his eyes roaming Dion’s furry body, licking his lips at how the dark hairs outlined his muscles.

“Can’t a guy jerk off in peace?” he added.

Dion’s face went brick red and his mouth moved wordlessly as he struggled to find the words to express his fury at seeing Sam jerking off so casualty in public.

Yet one thing caught Sam’s eye and that was the fact that, despite his obvious outrage, Dion’s eyes never drifted from his thick, leaking tip.

“I…It’s” Dion stammered, his tongue wetting his lips subconsciously as the angry colour in his cheeks lightened to a blush, “It’s fucking disgusting”.

Sam snorted, his nostrils flaring, his eyes moving down to Dion’s jeans where he saw the front beginning to bulge suspiciously.

“Really, that’s what you think?” Sam grinned, widening his stance to face Dion head on and lewdly pumping his cock in his direction, “Well I think you’re full of it Dion, I think the only thing going through your mind is how much of my meat you can swallow before you choke!”

Dion’s face contorted but his eyes remained fixed on Sam’s leaking tip.

“F…Fuck you” Dion curses, the throbbing bulge in his jeans swelling and becoming more prominent, “I..I don’t wanna suck your…fuck”.

He gritted his teeth and tried to hide his growing erection by placing his hands over his crotch.

“C…Can you just Stop!”

The desperate yell caused Sam to let out a chuckle as his cock jetted out a spurt of pre.

“I knew you were a fucking closet case” he jeered taking a step closer to Dion and giving his cock a long, sensual pump,.

“Tell ya what!” he added with a knowing smirk, “Ya friends ain’t here, Leon’s off getting the booze and I’m horny as fuck”.

He gave his cock a shake, spraying the ground with pre as Dion gulped loudly.

“Since ya clearly want it too, and you’re damn hot”.

Sam licked his lips.

“ I’m gonna let ya blow me, right here and now, and it’ll remain our little secret…what do ya say?”

Dion was opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish in his absolute disbelief, his scarlet face almost glowing in the dim light of the alley.

But it was clear that there was a powerful internal struggle from every twitch of his shoulders and clenching of his hands.

Yet he hadn’t refused, and Sam knew he was juggling with his own deep desires that had been buried under his false bravado.

Sam continued to stroke himself off, enjoying the show and he was about to remind Dion that Leon would likely be back soon when Dion hung his head and sighed, the hands cupping his throbbing bulge moving to the fly of his jeans.

“You better fucking keep this to yourself” he growled, popping the button of jeans and thrusting them to his knees, revealing his tented boxers with an obscene bulge, “Let’s make this quick!”

Sam’s grin widened and stepped a little closer as Dion sunk to his knees, his mouth working furiously as the leaking tip of Sam’s cock grew ever closer to his sweaty face.

“Better make it good then” Sam sneered thrusting his hips, his cock bouncing tantalisingly before Dion’s face, “Have at it dude!”

Dion panted, his nostrils flaring as he reached up with a trembling hand and curled his fingers gently around Sam’s girthy shaft, feeling it throb in his palm.

“F…Fuck” he gulped, beginning to give slow, gentle strokes, watching Sam’s foreskin pull easily down from his leaking tip.

“Mmmph” Sam moaned, his head lolling as he held back a chuckle at Dion’s obvious inexperience, he reached down and place his hand over Dion’s and tightened his grip.

“It ain’t made of glass bro, really go for it!”

Dion almost pulled away but a sudden pulse of the thick shaft in his hand and the rich musk that oozed from Sam enticed the snarling man to continue, his grip firmer and his pumps harder while his eyes remained fixed on the shiny, salty drops leaking from the tip which was almost hypnotic, drawing him in closer and closer until his lips were inches from away from the sensitive skin.

“Go for it, bro” Sam gasped, his whole-body quivering from the sensation of Dion’s warm breath on his cock, waiting for him to make the first move.

Dion gulped loudly, clearly conflicted about what he was about to do, yet he still grew closer, a primal drive pushing him towards the large, musky cock before him.

He breathed deeply, Sam’s rich muck continuing to fill his senses as he jerked the thick, meaty cock.

Dion’s straining bulge throbbed as he edged on the precipice, lips inches from Sam’s pulsing tip.

“…fuck…”

It came out as a mere whisper before Dion finally surrendered, leaning forwards and wrapping his lips around the fat head of Sam’s cock.

Sam let out a long, pleasured moan, leaning back against the dark wall, his lips pursed as he watched the dark haired, hairy hunk servicing his cock.

“Knew it!” he thought, his face splitting into a satisfied grin, “Bigots really are just begging to choke on a thick, hard cock”.

Placing his hand into Dion’s slick, black hair, Sam began to buck his hips, pushing more of his cock into the man’s eager maw.

“Mmmmppph” Dion grunted, his moans muffled from Sam’s pulsing cock that quickly pushed its way to the back of his throat, making him gag slightly but he quickly got over it.

Deep inside his mind however, Dion’s thoughts were in total freefall.

“What the hell am I doing?”

“I’m blowing a guy….I’M BLOWING A GUY!”

“Fuck…it’s disgusting….but….why….so…good”.

The man’s eyes rolled as tongue lathered the pulsing shaft while it pistoned between his blackening lips.

He was really getting into it, his hands moving both to grip the hairy base of Sam’s cock, fondling his low hanging balls.

Sam’s moans were becoming louder, echoing slightly off the wooden walls, and drawing a few gazes from passersby who ventured close to the alley.

“Mmmphh….you sure you’re straight bro” Sam moaned, sneering down at the man blowing him, “You suck cock like a pro!”

A long slurp was all the response Dion gave, and Sam chuckled, closing his eyes and leaning back against the wooden wall.

His hands moving from Dion’s hair to his ears, gripping the man’s head lightly while he thrust deeper, grunting as his swelling balls slapped Dion’s furry chin.

Outside the alley, meanwhile, Leon was stomping back to where he had left his friends, with three large tankards of beer clasped in his arms and muttering bitterly under his breath.

“Assholes should be glad I didn’t piss in their beer” he scowled as he reached where Sam and Dion had been waiting and looking around, “Where the hell are they?

Scanning around the passersby, most of which were all now wearing those large donkey ears and a few had long ropey tails sticking through tears in their jeans and shorts.

“Where are these guys getting that stuff? “ Leon pondered curiously, his eyes falling on a man who was walking around wearing what looked like a realistic furry donkey mask, he was shaking and letting out long brays and the realistic way the mouth moved made Leon laugh.

“Fuckin Jackass” he chuckled, turning back to the spot where he had left Dion and Sam and looking around when he saw it deserted.

“What the hell!” he snarled, looking around and scanning the few men he could see for the sight of his friends, “If they’ve ditched me, I swear to…”

“FUUUUUCK!”

Leon almost dropped the beer as a loud, moan suddenly sounded from the dark alleyway behind him. Wheeling around, he stared into the shadows, his ears twitching for the source of the sound, yet he could see nothing through the near darkness.

Setting the tankards of beer down on a nearby barrel, he edged a little closer and crouched down, narrowing his eyes as he spotted a pair of shadows through the gloom.

“Mmmmphh keep going duuuuude”.

Leon’s eyes widened as he heard Sam’s voice moaning before becoming a loud braying grunt and as his eyes became accustomed to the dark alley, he suppressed a gasp as he saw the scene of Dion on his knees, his face bobbing in and out of Sam’s groin.

Thick, black lips wrapped around Sam’s throbbing cock.

“Hooooo god!” Sam moaned, throwing his head back as Dion deepthroated his shaft, his large dark nose pressing closer to Sam’s furry crotch.

Leon was frozen where he knelt, his eyes fixed on the pair, a warm flush rising up his body from his toes to his blushing face.

A blush rose in his cheeks, and he grunted as the front of his jeans began to bulge.

He thought Dion was straight, a real womanizer, yet here he was being face fucked by his best friend.

“Fuck that’s hot” he thought, a pang of jealously adding to his lust as he reached down to rub his arousal.

Dion let out a muffled moan, the thick cock in his mouth seeming to hilt in his throat as Sam gripped his face harder.

“Need to get more in” Sam grunted, his teeth grinding together as he thrust his hips, driving his cock deeper into Dion’s throat, causing the man to gag around his shaft.

“Ahh…ahhhhhhh…MMMMMPH!”

Sam’s moans were growing louder, each one sounding more and more desperate as he seemed to be teetering on the edge of orgasm, spurts of pre firing down Dion’s gullet.

The sound and taste drove Dion’s insane lust to even greater heights and he doubled his efforts to take even more of Sam’s shaft, finally pulling down his pre-soaked boxers and unleashing his own, ten-inch, cock, the skin of which was ebony black.

From where he sat, Leon let out an inaudible gasp as Dion unveiled his enormous cock, his flaring nostrils blazing as a wave of bestial musk filled his senses and a burning sensation suddenly rose in his throat and groin while his tight jeans grew painfully tight from his hardening cock.

As quietly as he could, Leon undid his belt and jeans and pushed them down his hairy thighs, letting out a slight grunt of relief as his own rock-hard cock flopped out into the free air.

Taking his pulsing shaft in hand, Leon began to pleasure himself, his eyes fixed on the couple before him as they moaned and grunted.

“MMMMPHH!!”

Sam groaned hard as his grip on Dions face grew tighter.

He needed to go deeper, to have his cock completely in this supposedly straight boy’s mouth when he blew.

“Come on Bro!” he whined, rising to his tip toes, “Take it all!”

Dion’s response was to continually deepthroat Sam’s pulsing shaft, the tip pulsing in his throat as he kept trying to take more as he desperate jacked his own cock, his own mushroom tip leaking and suddenly flattening into something not human.

His newly flattened tip suddenly swelled into a flare as his earlier thoughts of shame and disgust were consumed by the intense bliss he was drowning in.

“More…I want….More!”

The crazed lust in his mind completely overrode any traces of the screaming voice of resistance at the back of his mind as an odd pressure began to build in his face.

“Give me more!”

As though his body was reacting to his with his wish, there was a gentle cracking noise and Dion gagged and grunted as his large nose swelled, merging with his black upper lip before his whole jaw jutted forwards.

“MMMMMPPHHH” Dion moaned, the pressure in his face fading as he relished in the fact that he could now take even more of Sam’s cock into his maw, his rubbery lips now able to lap at the man’s leathery balls with each bob of his new proto muzzle.

“FUUUUCK YEAH!!!!” Sam yelled, feeling the man’s features change in his grip as his hands moved to seize Dion’s ears, which felt longer and furrier, but he was too focused on the churning sensation in his balls and the building of his orgasm to care.

“Oh fuck…” Leon whimpered, trying his best to keep quiet while he furiously pumped his cock, his eyes fixed on the lewd pair before him as a fierce heat filled his body, specifically at his pointed ears which were beginning to lengthen with each stroke of his swollen shaft.

Panting hard, Leon felt the burning sensation in his throat grow more intense the longer he stared at Sam as he face fucked Dion, his teeth gritted as he edged himself to the brink.

God how Leon wished it were him on his knees, sucking that long, hard dick while Sam moaned like he was now, that sexy braying made his own cock rock hard.

“M…Mmmmph!”

Leon tried to supress a moan of his own as his own thoughts caused his cock to throb, a large spurt of pre hitting the floor in front of him as his cock spurted jets of pre over his hands with each lustful pump.

“Haa..nghhh…FUUUUCK!”

Sam’s moans were becoming even more high pitched as he arched his back, Dions lips almost pressing into the musky bush of hair at the base of his pulsing rod.

His grip tightened around Dion’s furry face, black hairs now rising up and across the bridge of his proto muzzle.

“I..I…I’m gonna…” Sam panted, a strange tickling in his throat rising as he felt a surge in his cock and a burning in his ears while Dion’s eye went wide as he felt the thick head in his throat flare.

Across the alleyway, Leon took in a deep gasping breath of anticipation.

“CHAAAAAAAAAAWWM!”

Sam threw his head back and yelled, his voice loud and gravelly as he felt the last barrier inside him crumble as his cock erupted in Dion’s throat, spraying thick ropes of cum into his belly.

“FUUUUUCK!”

Sam kept yelling and moaning, the sounds echoing around the alley. His larger teeth were frozen in a goofy grin.

“MMMMMMMMPPHHHH!!!”

The muffled sound was all Dion could get out before his completely equine cock flared and jets of yellowish spunk shot in great bursts, splashing across the alley floor and Sam’s fallen jeans and trainers.

“Oh GHAAAAAAWD!”

Leon couldn’t keep it in.

He let out his own rough, gravelly yell as his own sensitive shaft hilted and unleashed jets of his own milky cum onto the floor of the alleyway.

Leon continued to pant as he came down for his orgasm the reek of his own, musky cum hitting is nostrils as he listened to Sam’s panting while he continued to shoot his load down Dion’s muzzle which cracked forwards even more as his inhuman tongue savoured more and more of the rich cream.

“FUUUUUUUCK” Sam yelled, slumping back against the building behind him, panting hard.

He gazes down at Dion’s silhouette below him, feeling his spent cock beginning to pull slowly from Dion’s tortured mouth.

“Damn he really went for it” Sam thought wickedly, shivering as his cock finally pulled free from the warm embrace of Dion’s throat. “Straight boys really do give the best head”

Dion choked and panted as Sam finally pulled free of his mouth, falling to all fours and hanging his head which felt heavy and ached, his jaw crunching as it finished it shift into a fully equine muzzle which was quickly covered in thick black fur.

“Wh…whaaaaawt did I jhaaaaaaaawst do” Dion brayed, his thoughts still a jumble of pleasure, relief, and discontent as the pressure in his jaw finally faded.

Sam chuckled and stared down at the man.

“You just gave your first ever blowjob dude” he sneered, “And I gotta say you gave the best head I’ve had in ages”.

Dion’s eye went wide, memories slowly creeping back into his mind at what he had just done.

He felt sick.

Raising a hand to his furry belly, he suddenly realised that his abs were lost beneath a swollen gut.

“WHAAAAAAWT” he brayed in alarm attempting to look down as his chest but was stopped by a swimming sensation in his head, his vision was blurry and oddly distorted.

Turning his head slightly, he now saw his gut was swollen, white fur covering the bulging skin while his still dripping cock gently flopped against it.

“WHAAAAAAWTS HAAAAAAAWPPENING TO MEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAWW HEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

Dion’s bray was full of fear as he suddenly jumped to his feet, his hands flying to his face as he swayed alarmingly. He felt completely lightheaded for a moment, but he was distracted by the feeling of fur on his face that hadn’t been there earlier. Tracing his hands over his furry pelt, he felt the large, equine muzzle and his brown eyes suddenly went wide with fear.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Dion let out a screeching bray and bolted down the alley, almost bowling Leon over as he charged by. Leon would have called out but he was distracted by the enormous, dripping donkey cock that hung free from Dion’s boxers slapping him hard in the face as he bolted past.

“HELP SHAAAAAWMBODY HELP MEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

Leon stared as Dion was swallowed by the crowd who all turned and laughed at the strange donkey headed man braying with his cock hanging out. He mouthed silently for a moment, unsure of what to say before he heard Sam scowl in the shadows.

“Fuck he got it all over me!”

Leon’s situation suddenly returned to him as he heard the clinking of a belt from the shadows behind him.

Moving quickly, he jumped back towards the end of the alley, forcing his dripping cock back into his jeans and buckling them back up as he emerged back into the lit walkway and snatched up the tankards from the barrel, attempting to look casual as Sam finally emerged a moment later, apparently having trouble buttoning his now damp jeans.

“Straight my fucking ass” Sam grunted as he finally fastened the garment only for it to leave an obscene bulge forcing Sam to widen his stance to walk straight.

It was then that he finally spotted Leon and he narrowed his eyes in confusion at the man clutching the tankards of beer. Leon’s face and the visible skin on his hairy torso was bright red and sweaty and he was now sporting a throbbing bulge in the front of his jeans.

Sam was confused, his gaze brought to Leon’s fuzzy face, to his once bright eyes which now appeared brown in the golden lights around them. Watching the light glint off their colour, he couldn’t help but rub his bristly face and blush slightly.

“Damn, he looks rather cute” Sam thought, his face blushing and his bulge throbbing dangerously despite his recent orgasm.

Hitching a grin on his face, he strode forwards confidently towards his friend.

“About time jackass” Sam grinned, playing off his blush as bravado and licking his lips. “I’m dyin’ here!”

Leon handed one of the tankards too him, his eyes averted in an attempt to distract from his red face.

“W…what about Dion?” he asked as Sam took a deep swig and wiped his mouth.

“Forget that jackass” Sam moaned with a slight edge to his voice, “Closeted asshole!”

Leon looked around at Sam, and he blushed as he took in his friend’s rugged features again. The stubbly beard adding a mature edge to his hairy body. Leon shifted his stance, trying to divert his gaze, he found that staring at Sam was too arousing, his wild appearance seemed almost primal to him and his cock throbbed again in his tight boxers, almost ready to go again despite what had just happened.

“O…ok” Leon mumbled, taking a swig of one of the tankards to hide his blush and savouring the rich, hoppy taste of the alcohol, although he almost gagged as Sam’s hand slapped his bare back, catching a few of the greyish hairs that had sprouted over most of his torso.

“C’mon dude” Sam laughed gesturing at a large building in the shape of an eight ball, “The pool hall awaits!”

He began to stride off, leaving Leon staring sourly after him, his eyes drawn to his friend’s ass and blushing at how it now seemed to fill out his jeans even more than it did before.

“Coming!” he replied, shaking his head to clear his mind before setting the spare drink back on the barrel and running after Sam.

Making their way through the crowded street, the cheers and merriment echoing all around them but there was also an occasional brays and distant screams.

Even as they walked the sound of panicked braying sounded loudly from behind them and they had to dodge out of the way of two men dressed in black Pleasure Island uniforms as they ran past in the direction of the brays.

“There it is!” Sam cheered, downing the dregs of his pint and pointing the empty tankard at the large building shaped like a giant 8-Ball.

He slapped Leon’s back cheerily, “Hope you’re ready for a good thrashing!”

Leon laughed as he finished his own drink and brandished the empty tankard at Sam.

“Please I can shoot rings around you when you’re sober!” he grinned, “I bet I can beat you in half the time now!

“We’ll see Jackass” Sam snorted, striding onwards towards the Pool Hall.

The saloon doors to the Pool hall swung enticingly and, grinning widely, they pushed them open were met by a wave of noise.

The hall beyond was a large open plan room filled with several large pool tables and wide bar at the far end, the floor above was a wide balcony which also appeared to have tables as Leon could see men bent over with their asses in the air.

The room was packed with the island patrons, all of whom were merrily guzzling down beer, taking long drags on thick cigars or bent over their tables to make their shots, griding their thick teeth in concentration.

The sound of clacking balls rang out continually over the cheers, yells, and brays of the men.

Leon’s attention was drawn to a ginger-haired man at the closest table, wiggling his ass in shorts that were stretched taught over his muscular ass, the fabric beginning to fray even as he watched.

“C’mon Rodge!” called another man on the other side of the table, “Make the shot!”

The ginger-haired man gave a laugh, sliding a long cue between his fingers while shorts bulged suddenly above his ass.

Leon’s eyes widened as the strange bulge pulsed, his gaze fixed on the fraying fabric, the seams splitting before his eyes.

Before he could say a word about it, Sam patted him hard on the back.

“Bit crowded down here” Sam grinned, “How about you find a table upstairs? I’ll grab a couple of beers”.

Leon shook his head before nodding. “Y…yeah I’ll see if I can find one”.

“Awesome, I’ll meet you up there!” Mat grinned and Leon watched as his hairy, half naked form slipped into the crowd and weaved its way towards the bar.

Turning back, Leon began to climb a wide staircase that spiralled up the wall to the landing above, missing as he did so, a series of strange sounds behind him.

“Haaw….HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

RIIIIP!

“DUDE!”

Arriving on the upper landing, Leon saw it was slightly less busy than the floor below although there were many free tables as most of the men were swigging beers and leaning over the balcony to watch the players below.

Finding a free table on the far side of the balcony, he quickly began setting up the balls, however he kept pausing in his work, his gaze flickering to a nearby table where a tall, slender man was bent over a table wearing only a t-shirt, his hairy, toned ass exposed for everyone to see.

Leon licked his lips, watching as the man’s cheeks parted when he took a shot, revealing his low hanging balls and the tip of a semi hard cock.

“Mmmmmpphhh” Leon moaned, unable to stop himself as a truly intoxicating scent wafted towards him.

It was an earthy, primal musk.

His already tight jeans began to strain as his cock began to harden again, causing him to grit his teeth in agitation.

“Like what you see bro?”

Leon was broken out of his lust filled trance to find the bare assed man was looking back over his shoulder, a wide bucktoothed grin on his angular, stubbly face.

Leon blushed and stuttered, shuffling his feet awkwardly as the man turned, leaning back against the table and exposing his own throbbing cock.

The eight-inch shaft throbbing as the man reached forwards and began to openly stroke himself before Leon.

“How about this?” the man grinned, licking his lips seductively, “Is this view better?”

He pumped his cock shamelessly, a few of the men at the balcony even looked back to enjoy the view, grinning and fondling their own bulges.

Leon gulped, still not saying anything but edging slowly closer, his eyes fixed on the massive throbbing meat before him as it grew to full erection.

“MMmmpphhh it’s been a rough night man, gambled hard and lost almost everything” the man moaned, pulling up his shirt to reveal his hairy body and stroking his nipples, “I could really use a good time right now…How about it stud?”

He adjusted his stance and lifted his pulsing shaft, smiling his big bucktoothed grin at Leon who was lost in indecision. He wanted desperately to dive on the beautiful cock being offered to him but something deep within him was holding him back, a faint sense of modesty.

His conscience!

His mind flashed to memories of his husband, Mathew, the vows they had made on their wedding day, to be faithful and true to one another. The memories floated at the front of his mind before something else surged forwards. A flashback, of Sam leaning against the wall and groaning in pleasure while Dion slurped on his fat cock, bobbing up and down while he jerked off in the shadows.

Leon bit his lip with thick teeth at his internal struggle.

“Didn’t I wish it had been me” he thought wildly, Sam’s moans echoing in his mind. “To be the one on his knees, blowing Sam?”

All the desires that he had held for years came bubbling up inside him, sending a new desire burning through Leon and his eyes faded completely to a deep brown as his black lips pulled back in a grin while the memories of his husband faded away, and a single phrase rang in his ears.

“He will never find out!”

Stepping forwards tentatively, Leon moved in front of the half-naked man and sank down to his knees, face to face with the leaking tip. His mouth fell open and his long tongue fell out as he huffed, his flaring nostrils drinking in the man’s rich earthy musk.

The man above Leon grinned, bobbing his hips so his cock flicked several spots of pre across the eager man’s face.

“Mmmphhhhh!”

Leon let out a lustful moan, his tongue lapping across his lips, the taste of the salty pre causing his own cock to strain madly against his already tight jeans.

He was over the brink now, he didn’t just want the man’s cock, he needed it.

“Oh, Fuck it!!” Leon moaned loudly, lunging forwards and hungrily wrapping his lips around the throbbing head and pulsing shaft of the man’s cock.

“HOOOO FUUUUCK!!”

The man echoed Leon’s moan and bucked his hips wildly, causing Leon to gag as his mouth and throat were filled with the man’s pulsing girth.

Leon’s eyes rolled back in bliss, his senses completely overwhelmed by the musky, pulsing meat in his maw. Eagerly using his tongue, he pleasured the man’s shaft, lapping up and down while the half-naked man thrust, working in tandem as salty pre poured down his gullet.

His moans muffled, Leon moved his hands to stroke the man’s hairy thighs, the curly grey hairs ruining the man’s twinkish body but adding the same ruggedness he had seen in Sam.

The hairs tickled his fingers as they glided up and down the lithe, firm muscle, the follicles tugging at the shining gold ring on Leon’s finger.

Sinking deeper onto the pulsing shaft, Leon felt the man’s hefty balls slap his chin as he thrust back in bliss, moaning loudly and openly from Leon’s skilled tongue.

Leon gripped and stroked the man’s legs, hands tracing up to cup the tight, bubbly ass.

“FUCK YEAAHH!!” the man above cried, gripping Leon’s head and pushing him deeper, “TAKE IT DUDE!!”

Leon let out a gagging cry as his face as pushed hard into the man’s musky groin, his eyes rolling and his hands gliding back down the hairy legs, too lost in the carnal act to notice the faint clatter as the ring slipped from his finger and rolled away beneath the nearby pool table.

“MMmmmpphhhh!” the man moaned, his hands moving to Leon’s cheeks, stroking the greyish stubble. ”Keep going bro….getting….mmppphh….close!”

Leon groaned lustfully as he was forced to deepthroat again, feeling the girth massaging his Adam’s apple. Grunting harder, the man shifted to stand on the balls of his feet, bending over further, rutting his pulsing cock and groin into Leon’s eager maw.

“MMPhhhhaaw GOD!” the man cried, his voice sounding gravelly.

Leon breathed deeply though his flaring nostrils, completely consumed by lust. He could feel the man getting close, the pulsing in his throat and the rich taste of the man’s pre was growing more intense by the second.

He tried to grip his straining bulge, desperate to free his own desperate cock but his fingers merely slipped over the buttons of his jeans in his lust-filled state.

From the moans above and his own desperate desire, Leon could tell they were both on the brink.

Abandoning all pretence, Leon hooked his fingers over the rim of his tight jeans and, with a muffled grunt he yanked them down and felt a sudden blissful wave of relief as his throbbing, pre-soaked cock sprang into the warm air.

Putting one hand on the floor, Leon arched his back, leaning into the man’s pleasured thrusts while he wrapped his free hand around his own cock; pumping it hard in time with the rutting man above.

The man’s moans grew rougher, his voice growing gravelly in his overwhelming lust.

“NNGGGGHH FUUUUCK……I’M GONNA…AHHH!!” the man cried, pressing his pendulous sack into Leon’s face and Leon felt the grip on his head tighten as he felt the cock hilt in his throat.

“CHAAAAAAAAAAAWM!!!!”

The man let out a screeching, primal yell and Leon let out a muffled moan at the sensation of his mouth being flooded by waves of the man’s rich, thick seed.

Leon tried his best to swallow the sheer volume, savouring the salty tasting cream as it shot down his gullet. His eyes rolling in bliss while the man kept the tight grip on his head.

The rush sent Leon’s mind spinning over the edge, almost biting down on the man’s pulsing shaft as he let out a muffled cry as he pumped his cock hard, his balls pulling up while his first clenched his own tip.

“MMMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHH!!”

Leon’s cock spasmed in his grip and his eyes closed tight as the orgasm burst through him, his cockhead pulsing as it unleashed a torrent of cum, ropes of his musky seed splashing over the floor and over the man’s hairy feet.

“Ohhhh ghaaaaaaaawd” the man croaked, falling back against the pool table and panting hard as he revelled his afterglow. Smiling down at Leon’s look of orgasmic bliss as he gently pulled his long cock from his lips.

“Fuck….that was hot dude” the man grinned, leaning down to wipe a trickle of his own cum from Leon’s lips. “Thanks for the good time”

Leon merely grinned in response, still stroking his leaking cock as a dribble of cum leaked from the tip. He stared up at the near naked man, his lithe body seeming even hairier from this angle and his ears seemed to be a little pointed, adding to his elfish look.

“Finally glad to see you letting loose Bro!”

The loud yell from behind him pulled Leon back from his blissful afterglow and he turned his head to find Sam standing behind him with two large tankards of beer in each hand.

“Looks like I caught the money shot too” Sam chuckled, grinning down at him kneeling there with his cock out and his face and chest dripping with cum.

“Haaaaaaw yeah…it fucking was” grinned the man, shaking slightly as he balanced himself strangely on the balls of his feet and braced himself against the pool table, “Yhaaaaaaaw friend has a great mouth”.

Leon blushed madly while Sam looked at the man curiously, he was massaging his throat and looking staggering slightly.

“You ok man?” Sam asked as Leon pulled himself to his feet.

“Yeah bro!” the man interjected, grinning with large teeth, “Just need a pick me up after a good fuckin’”.

He then reached out and took one of the beers that Sam had brought and took a huge swig.

“That’s better” he said, placing the tankard back down and winking at Leon. “Thanks for the good time dude!”

He turned and began staggering away across the balcony, sloshing his beer. As he went, Leon spotted something above his bare hairy, ass.

A small nub.

“What the…” Leon began, about to speak out when a heavy blow to his shoulder made him look around to see Sam grinning cheekily down at him.

“Look at you being a baaaaad boy” Sam jeered cheekily, his eyes flicking to Leon’s exposed cock which still was dripping slightly.

“Sh…SHUT UP” Leon gasped, his blush deepening as he hurriedly began to stuff his spent cock back into his jeans.

Sam laughed at the little fluster and picked up a couple of the tankards he had placed on a table, offering one to Leon who was now wiping the remnants of cum of his lips and chest, Saming the thick chest hairs.

“Good thing I bought spares” Sam sniggered, “Drink up dude, cum tastes like ass!”

Leon snorted and took the tankard, downing the contents in grateful gulps, the rich, cool alcohol washing away the musky flavour of the man from his mouth and soothing his throat.

“Ohh yeahhh!” Leon gasped with a grin, throwing down the empty tankard, “That’s better!”

He turned to find Sam leaning against a nearby table, his own empty tankard on the floor beside him.

He gave Leon a cheeky grin.

“Great” he sniggered, blushing under the thick ginger beard, “Now that you’ve nutted you might actually stand a chance against me!”

He gestured at the nearby pool table where it sat ready, balls lined up.

Leon grinned and he snatched up a cue from a nearby stand.

“Oh, You’re On!” he cried, moving to the end of the table and preparing to make the first shot.

The pair began to play, eagerly taking their shots across the table, the balls falling as all around them the sounds of laughter and cheers were rising up from the tables below and around them.

Not that they noticed the slight animalistic sounds that were mixed in.

Rather than focussing on the game however, as each of the two friends bent over the table, the other would stare at each other’s ass which shook tantalisingly as the player pondered the shot, the material of their jeans stretching tightly to show the outline of their cheeks and display the bulges between their legs.

It was as Leon leaned over the table, struggling to get a comfortable position, that Sam stared at his friend’s ass, licking his lips hungrily. His cock beginning to throb again in his jeans as he leant back against a nearby pool table, huffing and panting in his rising lust.

The possibilities of what he could do to Leon, bent over the table, ass exposed. It was driving his thoughts wild, as though old desired were being pulled to the front of his mind.

In that moment he wanted nothing more than to claim that ass, to just tear open those flimsy jeans and shove his massive cock deep into Leon’s hole.

To make him beg.

To make him plead.

To make him cum!

“FUCK!”

There was a clatter of balls as Leon jumped in shock as his friend’s yell rang in his ears, slamming into the table and scattering the balls.

Gritting his thick teeth in anger and pain, he turned to yell at his fiend, but his mouth merely fell open as his eyes fell on Sam.

He was leant back against another table, his hands furiously rubbing his throbbing bulge, his bare hairy torso heaving and his face a mask of tortured pleasure.

The sight of it caused Leon’s hard cock to throb, stretching his jeans to breaking point.

Sam’s eyes found Leon’s and he smirked.

“Y’know you looked good sucking off that dude” Sam muttered, fumbling with his jeans, “But if you wanted to suck a cock!”

He gave a great grunt, unbuckling his belt and fly before letting his strained jeans fall to his knees and unleashing his throbbing nine-inch cock into the open air.

The leaking copiously and sent a wave of musk straight at Leon who gasped and blushed, his confined cock now becoming painful.

“You could have had mine!” Sam finished with a smirk, watching Leon hunch over, struggling with his own confined arousal.

Gasping and grunting, Leon shoved his own jeans down and leaned back against the pool table watching his own cock throb openly while his eyes locked onto Sam’s.

For a moment they stared fixated on each other’s cocks, Sam giving his a gentle shake.

“Looks like mines bigger” he sneered.

Leon let out a snort and gave Sam a sneaky grin.

“I’m surprised Dion could take it” he replied with a slight edge in his voice, wrapping his hand around his own cock and giving it a reciprocal shake.

Sam’s eyes went wide at the comment, but his smile broadened.

“You saw that?” he asked cheekily, “What did you think?”

Leon shuffled his feet, a blush rising up his hairy cheeks.

His silence only egged Sam on and he took a step forwards, approaching his while his cock bobbed before him.

“Did you wish it was you?” Sam asked, pumping his shaft, edging closer. “On your knees with your mouth on my cock?”

“I…But….Mmmpph!”

Leon let out a stammering moan in his embarrassment, his own cock pulsing and leaking again from Sam’s lewd seduction.

He gripped the edge of the pool table tightly and gritted his teeth in an effort to maintain control.

The voice of his conscience once again making an attempt against the inferno of lust within him.

“I’m so horny dude” Sam moaned, he was close enough now that his throbbing cock could frot up against Leon’s causing the man to whimper as Sam stared into his eyes, his expression one of need.

“If you want it…mmmmphh….TAKE IT!”

With a lurch, Sam reached forwards and grabbed Leon’s hand before pulling it to grip his throbbing shaft.

“Wh..WHAT!”

Leon let out a gasp of surprise as his hand made contact with the warm, sensitive flesh.

He intended to pull it away immediately and resist, the wavering voice in his head was screaming at him to stop.

Instead, his fingers curled gently around Sam’s warm, throbbing meat and gave it a slow, tentative pump.

“Ohhhhh yeaaaaahhh” Sam moaned, his lips peeling back into a lustful smile, “That’s it bro!”

Leon was trembling, his hand almost moving on its own as he continued to pleasure his friend, feeling the veins throb in his palm.

“What am I doing?” he thought wildly, his eyes staring down at the huge cock in his hand, “I should be….why am I?”

“Hey Leon” Sam grinned, placing a hand on his trembling shoulder, “Relax dude, just enjoy it, here!”

Leon let out a long whimpering moan as Sam suddenly reached with his free hand and curled his fingers around his own needy cock and gave it a long, sensual stroke.

The feeling was electric, both cocks throbbing and leaking from the intimate double hand job, leaving Leon’s mind in complete freefall.

Part of him wanted to stop right now, before they went too far.

“But you’ve already gone too far” came a voice in head and images of him sucking the other man suddenly flooded his mind and drove his arousal even further.

“Why not go further?”

The thought caused Leon to stare up at Sam who was also panting, his face slack in an expression of ecstasy, his lips parted and his tongue lolling while his free hand was feeling up his own chest, teasing his nipple, and running through the copious gingery brown hairs.

Leon gulped, he had fantasised about Sam for years, his hot body and massive cock, hoping he would get the chance to blow him or feel it inside him.

He had dropped many hints in the past and tried to indicate to Sam that he liked him, but it never happened…and then Jeremy came along and any chance that anything became a dwindling fantasy.

Until now!

“F…Fuuuck” Leon gasped softly, his lustful moan giving away his true desires as his cock throbbed and Sam looked down at him, their eyes locking.

There was a moment of unspoken conversation in the held gaze, the stare seeming to communicate their obvious need.

“I can call this off” Leon thought, leaning closer, “I can stop this now…for Mathew…for Jeremy!”

Sam was beginning to lean closer too, their lips growing closer as they huffed each other’s sexual musk.

“But I…I”

Their lips were inches apart, the moment seemed frozen, on the precipice of a great drop.

“I WANT THIS!”

The voices in Leon’s mind screamed in that one last moment before he took the final plunge and his lips connected with Sam’s.

There was one second.

One fleeting moment where Leon realised what he had just done and felt the shock and guilt but then it was swallowed up in the immense wave of lust as he felt Sam place his hand on the back of his head and pull him into a deep passionate kiss.

Their cocks throbbed as their tongues battled together, Sams feeling longer and thicker than Leon ever expected but he didn’t care.

His fantasy was coming true and he wanted more; he wanted to validate every lewd thought and desire he had ever dreamed up over the years.

And from the passionate response from Sam, he wanted it too.

Abandoning all pretence, Leon released Sam’s cock and gripped his furry face, losing himself completely in lust and thrusting his body up against Sam so their cocks were suddenly sandwiched between their bare, hairy chests.

It was ecstasy.

Both men lost in the blissful embrace, tongues waring away while their hands explored each other’s hairy forms.

“MMMMphhh…Oh Fuck” Sam panted, breaking the kiss and staring down at Leon, rubbing his stubbly beard, “That was so hot!”

He grinned with his thick teeth.

“I’ve always known you wanted me dude” he grinned, removing his hand and flexing his arm, “Saw you watching me when we changed and showered, wishing you could have me!”

Leon blushed madly, his eyes were fixed on the pair of throbbing, leaking cock heads that were pressed tight against their hairy chests.

“So, here’s your chance dude” Sam teased, giving his hips a thrust so that their hard shafts frotted together and his leaking tip was pushed higher. “Show me how much you want my cock!”

Sam lowered his hand to Leon’s shoulder, stepping back slightly as he began to push him down, his friend’s face growing ever closer to his throbbing meat.

The invitation was all Leon needed to surrender, allowing Sam to push him down as he sank to his knees again, his flaring nostrils drinking in Sam’s glorious musk as he grew closer to that leaking tip.

He’d waited so long for this, fantasised so much.

His lips parting before his tongue lashed out and brushed over Sam’s pre glossed head.

The moment felt like magic and both men let out long moans before Leon finally let all inhibitions go and began to lather his friend’s cock, drinking in the rich salty pre and relishing that his fantasy was finally coming true.

“OH GHAAAAAAWWD!!!” Sam groaned, his voice cracking under the sudden rush of bliss, placing a hand on Leon’s hair and slowly guiding him further down his throbbing shaft.

“Fuck he’s huge! Bigger than that other dude!” Leon thought wildly, his mouth stretching around his friend’s girth as he sunk deeper.

“MMMMMPHHH!!!” Sam moaned, gripping Leon’s long ears and stroking them slowly, “C’mon dude, I wanna feel your mouth! Take ME!”

Sam gave his hips a buck and Leon gagged, Sam’s thick girth forcing him to adjust himself to take the massive meat down his throat.

“FUUUUCKK YEAH!” Sam moaned, gripping Leon’s head and thrusting deeper.

Leon gagged again, his friend’s cock ploughing mercilessly down his throat, his jaw tensing with each long thrust.

And yet it felt so good, Leon’s eyes rolled in bliss as he dreamily tongued the large cock in his maw while pumping his own needy shaft with just as much vigour.

It was better than he dreamed.

With a muffled moan, Leon began to bob his head in time with Sam’s thrusts, determined to enjoy every inch of the cock he had desired for years.

“Oh god…..mmmphh….yeah…d…deeper…..fuuuck!”

Sam could barely get the words out in between his moans and gasps of pleasure, feeling Leon’s tongue tease his cock while his hands massaged his pulsing balls.

“S…so much better than Dion” Sam grunted thrusting deeper, “MMMMpppphhh…and Jeremy!”

He moaned loudly as his cock pulsed in Leon’s mouth, spraying a wave of salty pre over his friend’s tongue. He bent over Leon, placing his hands on his shoulders as the eager man slurped his massive meat, clearly lost in his own bliss.

“Nggghhhh” Sam grunted, his back beginning to ache in this new position, he released Leon’s face to grip the pool table and continue thrusting, his toes going numb from his prolonged standing on the balls of his feet.

He stared down, seeing his friend bobbing on his massive dick, his lips peeling back in a wide buck toothed grin. He wished he’d realised how good Leon was at sucking dick sooner, but now he felt another urge beginning to rise in him.

To claim, to dominate!

Leon snorted and huffed from his large nostrils, drinking in Sam’s earthy musk as he continued to service the beast of a man.

His hands running up and down Sam’s hairy legs and pulling his jeans down lower over his shins.

His eyes were fluttering and rolling in his rapture, unable to truly focus on anything but the hard, throbbing cock in his mouth that was constantly spurting jets of warm, salty pre across his tongue.

Yet it wasn’t enough.

He wanted Sam to cum!

To complete the fantasy and vindicate every dirty thought and dream he had ever had of this exact moment.

“Fuuuck you’re good bro” came Sam’s braying voice from above, forcing Leon to focus his gaze upwards at the sexy muscular beast above him.

“MMmmppph” he replied, the thick shaft in his maw muffling any words.

Sam grinned and then grunted, slowly pulling back.

His cock emerged, shiny and pimp from Leon’s lips, the tip bouncing as it pulled free and casing Leon to fall forwards gasping, finally able to breath properly again.

“Holy shit!” Sam moaned, his hard cock bouncing and leaking as he wrapped a dark nailed hand around it and began to pump.

“You really have got a great mouth dude!”

Leon blushed and panted, keeling on all fours.

His throat was burning from the intense blowjob, and he let out several deep grunts, his voice sounding deeper and gravelly.

“Thanks” he panted, grinning up at the man jerking off above him, “You have a haaawt cock!”

Sam let out a snort of laughter before squatting down and pulling Leon back to his feet.

He barely had time to get his bearings before Sam pulled him into another rough kiss, their tongues warring as Sam pressed Leon back against the pool table.

All around them there came loud raucous shouts and strangely brays, the sounds crashing over each other as they made out, preferring to stay lost in each other’s lust, as their cocks rutted together.

Sam eventually pulled away, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he stared at the sexy man before him, the big brown eyes half closed in bliss, his hairy chest slick with cum and sweat and his tongue lolling out.

“Fuck he’s hot” Sam thought wildly, pumping his shaft again to the sight of his friend. “Why’d I reject his advances when I could have had that mouth…or that ass!”

Moving in again, he slipped his hands behind Leon’s rear, feeling his plump, hairy cheeks and running a finger over his sensitive hole, causing Leon to gasp and whimper in pleasure.

“Fuck I need this!” he thought wildly and seized Leon by the shoulders, twisted him around and pressed him down over the pool table, scattering the balls and exposing his friend’s hairy rear.

“HEY!” Leon yelled, shocked at being roughly handled and thrust down by Sam.

He turned his head to scowl, but his voice caught as he stared at the beast of a man holding him down, the dominating, lustful expression on his face doubled with his hairy, muscled body.

He was beautiful.

Sam was huffing, his nostrils flaring at the rich scent pouring from Leon’s exposed rear, his hands pushing his friend’s rounded cheeks pushing apart, exposing his musky pink hole.

“Oh god dude…” Sam huffed, a hint of desperation in his voice as his cock bobbed and leaked, “It’s been too long…mmmmph…I gotta fuck…I need your ass…please!”

He huffed and fell his knees, his hairy hands planted on Leon’s cheeks, keeping them pried apart while he drank in the glorious musk, his tongue lolling out before his need got the better of him and he dived forwards, plunging his tongue into Leon’s musky hole.

“AGHHH….MMMPH!....FUCK…MATT!” Leon gasped, feeling his friends tongue lashing over his sensitive ring. “WHAT ARE YOU DOIIIIIIING……MMMPPPH!”

Leon’s loud gasps and moans echoed around the room causing several other patrons to turn and watch, grinning as the moaning man slumped over the pool table, his thick nailed fingers clenching and pulling at the green cloth beneath him.

Sam was hungrily drinking down the musky taste of his fiend, he huffed and panted as the entice hole glistened before him, driving his heated arousal to a fever pitch.

He stood up, his rock-hard cock slapping over Leon’s ass, gliding tantalisingly between his cheeks.

“You taste so good bro” Sam huffed, thrusting his hips, “Fuck man I need it…I need it so bad bro!”

He took a deep sniff, his cock beginning to leak between his friend’s cheeks.

He took a step back, allowing his cock to slide back, slipping down until his leaking tip rested on Leon’s warm, slick hole.

“Tell me you want it dude” Sam moaned, “It’s all for you!”

Leon was panting, laid over the pool table, a strange numbness flowing through his body as he felt Sam hotdogging his cock over his ass.

The final part of his fantasy was playing out now and he was once again in the brink.

He had tasted Sam’s cock, now he would feel it.

Looking back into his friend’s hungry eyes, he arched his back, feeling his hole beginning to stretch around Sam’s throbbing tip.

The moment was here; he was gonna live his biggest fantasy.

“I want it Sam” he said weakly, a needy glint in his eyes, “please…FUCK ME!”

The words were all Sam needed to hear.

His face splitting into a wide grin, Sam grasped Leon’s hairy hips and with one, big thrust.

He plunged his cock deep into his friend’s hole.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

Both men threw their heads back as one and yelled out in ecstasy.

Sam feeling the warm, tight embrace of Leon’s ass while his throbbing shaft and tip pressed hard against Leon’s prostate, causing him to twitch and gasp in lust, his cock pulsing over the green mat of the pool table as it shot off jets of pre.

“Ohhhh YEAH!” Sam growled, finally feeling the sensations he had lusted after for so long.

He began to thrust, pistoning his cock in and out of Leon’s warm, tight hole.

“OH GOD….MMMPHH….SO TIGHT!”

His moans came out as yells as he was unable to contain his happiness at finally having an ass to fuck, losing all sense of himself as he continued to plough his cock deep into Leon’s ass, feeling his friend tense with each long thrust.

Leon was lost in bliss, bent over the pool table, his fingers tearing through the green felt as he moaned and grunted in time with Sam’s lustful thrusts.

The initial discomfort of being taken raw had quickly passed, now all he felt was the rush of pleasure that pulsed from his prostate, the waves of lust surging from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

And he wanted more.

“Sam….H..HARDER!” he begged, clenching his ass tighter and causing Sam’s grunts to become deeper.

Sam gritted his teeth, feeling Leon’s hole tighten around his cock.

“Nghhhhh…fuck dude….I won’t last” he gasped, sweat pouring down his hairy body as he began to thrust faster, his heavy balls slapping loudly against Leon’s ass.

A heat was beginning to rise through his body, whether it was the act of public sex or the atmosphere in the room; Sam couldn’t tell.

He was beginning to feel hot, his breath almost misting before him as he plunged his slick cock back into Leon’s hole, huffing madly in the lust of the moment.

“D…Dude I’m….MMMPhhh….Getting close!” Sam panted, tightening his grip on Leon’s hips as picked up his pace, sprinting fort the finish line as the heat burned in his ears.

Leon was feeling the heat too, the rush of endorphin through his body causing his hairy body to flush as he panted and moaned while his cock spurted jets of pre over the soiled pool table.

His own ears began to burn as he blushed hard, looking back over his shoulder at his friend’s face, scrunched up in sexual bliss, just as red as his except for his gritted bucked teeth.

Leon panted, feeling a pressure building in his chest as his own cock gave an almighty throb, spurting a puddle of pre onto the table.

“M…meee too” he whined, feeling the climax beginning to build in his own cock, each bounce edging him closer to that moment of bliss he had been chasing.

The two began to move in unison, thrusting into each other as they felt the moment approaching.

Their moans and cries grew in intensity, adding to the cacophony that was sounding around the room.

They didn’t care that they were in the middle of a busy public pool hall, nor that others may we watching them and lewdly beating off to their display.

All that mattered was building heat between them and the straining rush in their cocks as they got closer to the brink.

“Ohh…fuuuuuck” Leon gasped weakly, his voice catching on a tight lump in his throat that appeared to be growing, making it hard to breathe.

“NGGHHHH…FUCK!” Sam grunted above, his thrusts getting slower and harder as he felt himself beginning to hilt inside his fiend’s ass, a heat burning in his chest and ears in the blissful rush as he prepared to claim the man below him.

They could both feel it, standing on the precipice.

“A…Leon” Sam moaned, thrusting slowly and deeply, “Fuck…I’m so….nnnghhhh…close…I need to….to…”

His words fell off as he tried to hold back the moment; gripping Leon so hard his dark nails nearly scratched his friend’s hairy ass.

Leon was panting too, feeling Sam’s cock pushed to the hilt inside him, ready to complete his fantasy and claim him.

He looked back, seeing the frustration in his friend’s dark eyes.

Moaning hard he leaned back as Sam gave another long thrust, Sam moving down to meet him and their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

Leon forgot Mathew in that moment, Sam was all he cared about.

He was his and no other’s.

“Ha…ha…c…claim me bro...” Leon whimpered, breaking the kiss, “I’m all yours!”

Sam looked dumbstruck; but only for a second.

His mouth split into a wide, buck toothed grin and he pulled Leon tight to him as he thrust again, and again.

“MMMMMPHHHH…y…You want it Dude…..TAKE IT!” Sam cried, his moan rising to a yell as he felt his cock hilt and throb as a pressure rose up its length.

The two men thew their heads back together as they felt the barriers within them break, the heat in their ears becoming a blaze as the pressures in their chests expanded and seemed to burst and they opened their mouths to yell as the orgasm crashed upon them.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

What came out of their mouths was not a blissful yell but a bestial bray, a sound that echoed around the room as the two men climaxed.

Leon’s cock pulsed and flailed in the air before it erupted, shooting ropes of thick musky cum over the already stained pool table, splattering the discarded cues and balls.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

The brays continued as Sam thrust deep, his cock burning as it unloaded his massive load, flooding Leon’s ass with his musky seed.

The crying bray seemed to be echoed all around, even up from the floor below, everyone braying along to their orgasmic bliss as both revelled in a long-awaited fantasy finally coming to a close.

Both men held tight to one another as the waves of pleasure surged through them, culminating at their ears which suddenly grew pointed and began to stretch.

“Ha…haaaaaaa…”

Leon’s bestial cries slowly faded back to blissful moans.

He wished the moment would last forever, that one moment of true serenity where he and Sam had been lost completely to each other.

The sensation of being filled and claimed by his first major crush was a sensation he would keep forever.

Yet slowly it was fading, the heat and rush fading into the musky air of the Pool Hall, except for a linger tingle in his ears which were still slowly stretching, a dusting of grey hairs beginning to sprout up out of the flushed skin.

He felt Sam’s arms around him slacken and he fell over the pool table with his friend laying across his back, panting hard in their fading afterglow.

“MMmmmmmphh….fuuuuuck….” Sam moaned, his voice sounding weak but clear, “that was fuckin’ amazing dude”.

“Y…yeah” Leon replied with a grin, leaning around for a post orgasm kiss.

Sam however moved away, placing his hand on Leon’s hip before he gave a grunt, beginning to pull back.

Leon winced, feeling his sore ass clench around Sams’s softening cock, the rough sensation causing him to gasp as Sam pulled himself free of his hole.

“FUCK!”

He cried out at the sharp pain at Sam’s exit, combined with a shivering sensation as Sam’s load began to trickle freely of his tortured hole, pouring out over his own balls as he remained slumped over the table, his sweaty, bare chest rubbing into the puddles of his own orgasm.

Panting on the table, Leon noticed a strange jingling sound behind him, slowly looking around to see Sam with his hairy back to him, apparently having issues trying to pull up his jeans and buckle his belt.

A sense of annoyance was welling up inside him at the sudden ending to their amorous moment.

Gritting his teeth at the stinging sensation in his ass, Leon pushed himself up, gripping the table and stared down at his chest, the thick hairs matted by his own cum.

He felt a sudden chill run up his spine, partly due to the lack of Sam’s body pressing against his, but also from the emergence of a new emotion riding on the back of his afterglow.

Shame

Now that he’d lived his long-lived fantasy, the cold harshness of reality was suddenly set in, and Leon’s eyes went wide as he began to comprehend what had just happened.

“Wh…what have I done?”

Leon dived down and grabbed his jeans, pulling them up to conceal his dripping cock as his mind reeled with thoughts of Mathew, his beloved husband whom he had just betrayed.

The day they’d met…Their wedding day…Their wedding night!

A lump formed in his throat as he almost felt his husband’s warm embrace around him, not noticing as hairs were beginning to erupt over his body, a dark stripe beginning to trace down his spine from his hair.

Turning around, he looked at Sam who was still hunched over and was panting, his body seeming even hairier.

“Sam…I….We shouldn’t have….we can’t tell”.

Leon was so overcome that he couldn’t get the words out as he struggled to rebutton his jeans.

There was a loud click from behind as Sam finally managed to buckle his belt; he grunted, his voice sounding slightly gravelly.

“Don’t fret it dude, no one’s gonna find out!”

He sounded completely dismissive to Leon, as if this was no big deal.

Leon’s right hand suddenly went to his left, instinctively to grip the symbol of his marriage.

But he felt only his bare skin.

“WHAT!” he gasped, staring down at his hand and ignoring the fact that his fingernails had faded from their usual ivory to an inky black.

“My Ring…SHIT!”

Leon wheeled around, his eyes skirting the pool table and floor around his feet.

“Where is it?” he gasped anxiously, feeling the lump in his throat grow tighter, “Sam help me, I’ve lost my wedding ring!”

Sam merely gave a long moan in response, slumping against the table next to theirs.

Leon gritted his teeth, which felt oddly flat in his mouth and turned away.

“Fuck you then” he grunted under his breath before dropping to his hands and knees and gazing at the dusty underside of the table.

“Where is it?” he repeated desperately, running his tingling hands over the gritty floor. “Where is it?”

The feeling of shame was intensifying and the lump in his throat was burning.

He not only had betrayed his husband by sucking two men off and allowing himself to get fucked by their mutual friend, but he had also now lost the very thing that proved their union.

His fingers were beginning to grow numb in his panic, scrambling desperately through the dust but finding no trace of the ring.

Spinning on his knees, Leon looked around the landing and hoped beyond hope that it hadn’t rolled off the edge to the floor below.

Then he caught a glint of gold out of the corner of his eye, and he let out a cry of relief as he spotted the ring glistening on the floor a few tables away.

Crawling on his hands and knees across the landing, he ignored an odd chill passing over his ears which had now stretched long enough to peak noticeably above his shaved head, grey hairs sprouting thickly up to the pointed tips.

“There you are” he gasped, reaching the table where the ring lay and reaching out to take it.

Only to find he couldn’t grip it, his fingers losing almost all sensation as he brushed the shiny surface of the metal.

“What the hell!” Leon gasped, leaning back to look at his hands.

Or what had been his hands.

As he raised his arms, his eyes widened in shock, staring down in horror at his fingers.

Each digit had swollen and the four fingers on each hand seemed to be merging together in pairs, the skin binding together until he had two fat fingers on each hand with his swollen thumbs.

Across the top of each, the jet-black nail slowly had spread out, stretching and capping the top of each finger like a hard black thimble.

Leon began to tremble, staring in shock at his mutilated hands, all thoughts of the ring forgotten as he rose back to his feet and turned back towards Sam who was still hunched over a table several feet away.

“M…MATT!” Leon choked, feeling the lump in his throat bulge in his shock as he staggered towards his friend, “M…my hands….MY HANDS!”

Sam didn’t seem to hear him, he remained hunched over the table, squirming in apparent discomfort as Leon staggered closer.

“Nghhh” Sam grunted, his voice sounding deep and guttural, “I don’t fheeeel shaaaaaaaw good”.

Leon was only half aware of what Sam said, his focus still on his hands, yet when he glanced up; he felt his mouth fall open.

Sam’s ass was pointed directly towards him, and he stared as a large bulge formed right above his ass in the already over tight fabric of Sam’s jeans, the tight denim cracking audibly.

The bulge swelled, the material jerking as if something was moving inside.

“A..Leon…s..somethings whaaaaaawng” Sam grunted, his voice sounding strained as began taking deep breaths. “Help MeeeeeeeeHAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!!”

Sam let out a meagre cry for help before his voice suddenly screeched into a loud bestial bray that was followed by a long loud…

RIIIIIIIIIP!

Sam’s jeans finally gave way and the bulging material burst open, unleashing a long, furry brown, tasselled tail.

The new appendage surged high into the air before it flopped back down and began to wag idly between Sam’s legs over his exposed hairy rump.

Leon merely stood there in shock, unable to speak as his eyes following the swishing of the newly grown tail as Sam pushed himself up, panting in slight relief.

“T..thaawts better” Sam grunted, turning around and apparently oblivious to the fact that he had just sprouted his tail.

Auelien’s expression became much more horrified as his friend turned to face him.

His friend’s formerly hairless chest was now covered in thick brown hairs that lightened around his chest, the same dark hairs also covered his arms right down to his hands.

But it was his face that drew Leon’s eyes most, the trimmed beard Sam had usually maintained had gone wild, the gingery hairs darkening to the same dark brown as his chest and they had spread thickly over his jaw and up the sides of his face to his baseball cap.

His nose also seemed to have swollen, becoming wider and more snout like, the skin darkening the longer that he stared.

But the most prominent change was the ears, standing tall and pointed at least six inches above the top of his head, covered in thick brown hairs, and seemed to twitch and shift on their own.

Combined with the tail and the hair, he looked like a….

“DUDE!” Sam cried out, raising a dark nailed finger to point at Leon, “What the hell haaaaaaawwpened to your eaaaaaaaaaHAAAAAAAAWW HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Sam’s hands suddenly slapped to his mouth as his eyes went wide.

“D…Did that come out of me?” he gasped before his hands began to feel his furry face.

Leon however was more focused on what Sam had managed to say before the bray.

“M..my ears” he gasped, completely forgetting about his near numb hands as he raised them to the side of his head.

His lip began to quiver as he touched the place where his ears should have been, but he could barely feel the soft hairs that had now replaced them.

Staring at Sam in horror and fear, his hands moved higher, still feeling the brush of hair until he finally felt the base of his ears near the top of his head.

With a whimper, Leon’s hands slowly traced further upwards.

And he felt them.

The cold hard tips of his three fingered hands making their way higher and higher up his ears which were far beyond human.

With a thrill of fear he grasped them in his hands and pulled them into his eyeline, his numbing hands trembling as he saw what he was fearing.

Gripped in his hands were two long ears, the same as Sam’s but rather than brown hairs, they were covered in a pelt of light grey hairs.

“N….NO!”

Leon cried out and looked around, spotting a cracked mirror on the wall by the stairs.

He made a beeline for it, shoving his way past Sam who was still examining his swollen nose as it darkened to an inky black.

Moments later Leon was stood before the cracked glass, and he stared in horror at his reflection.

There they were, clear as day.

Two long, grey, hairy ears standing tall over the top of his head.

But that wasn’t all.

He saw now other things that he hadn’t yet realised.

His front teeth were sticking out over his lips which had darkened, becoming thick and rubbery and all over his bare chest was soft, short grey hairs, similar to those on his ears but which faded to a softer white around the centre of his chest and belly.

His hands still gripping his ears, he saw that the grey hairs had now made their way up his arms and covered his hand up to the dark nailed tips.

“What’s happening” Leon whimpered, feeling the lump that had been resting in his throat flare up again, constricting his voice in the shock of the situation.

He began to breath heavily, trying to keep himself from spiralling into panic.

But it wasn’t working.

He stepped back from the mirror, panting harder and hand harder, the lump in his throat burning as though a pressure was about to force its way out.

“S..SOMEONE!” he yelled out, turning away from his reflection to look around the landing, “SOMEONE PLEASE HELP MEEEEEE….EEEE…HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

As he begged for help, the lump in his throat finally released the burning pressure within and his cry for help faded into loud, screeching, bestial bray.

Leon slapped his hands over his mouth; muffling the last of the bray that was ringing in his ears.

“D…did I just bray like a…a…” he whimpered, lowering his hands slightly.

Then it all clicked.

The long ears, the hair, his hand and now the bray.

“A DONKEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

The bray was the confirmation.

He and Sam were turning into Donkeys…and it wasn’t just them.

Now that the pleasurable illusion had been shattered, Leon suddenly became aware of the yells, screams and violent brays that were coming from all around him in the busy pool hall.

“HAAAAAAAWLP MEEEEHAAAAAAAAAW!”

“NO NO STHAAAAAAAAWP I DONT WHAAAAAAAAAAAWNNA BE A DONKEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

“HEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

“I’LL DO ANEEEEETHEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Stepping over to the railing, he stared down into a scene of complete carnage.

Everywhere he looked, he saw men in various states of transformation into braying jackasses.

Tails were flailing out of shredded trousers and shorts; feet were bursting out of shoes as fully formed hooves and many had hands similar to his own which with many advancing further towards becoming complete hooves.

Every single man below was screaming for help, their voices fading into gravelly, bestial cries as their faces pushed out into equine muzzles.

Stepping back in horror, Leon looked around at the other patrons on the balcony.

Other than Sam, everyone else was already far along into their transformations, his eyes falling particularly onto a fully transformed jackass with black fur that was braying and bucking its powers legs, overturning a table and he suddenly realised, with a further thrill of horror, that the donkey had been the man he had sucked off earlier.

“AURELEEEEEHAAAAAWNN!”

Leon heard his name brayed out and looked back around to see Sam who now had his tail in his hands and was staggering towards him with a pained expression on his face.

“We ghaaaawttaa get outta HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

Braying out, Sam collapsed against one of the pool tables, rising to the balls of his feet; the tips of his trainers beginning to bulge unnaturally.

“HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAWW”

He brayed again, seemingly unable to control himself, his lips pulling back to reveal thick yellowish teeth beneath his swollen black nose, the large nostrils flaring.

His torn jeans were also bulging again at the front now, the added pressure causing seams to split down the legs, revealing his completely hairy legs.

Sam looked desperately at Leon, pulling himself up and staggering forwards again before managing to grab onto his friend’s hairy shoulder.

“Haaaaawlp me dude!” he begged and Leon stared as the brown hairs across Sam’s body thickened, spreading up to cover his face.

“I dhaawnt be…be a dhaaww…haaaaaaaaww….HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWWW!”

Leon gasped, feeling himself get dragged down by Sam; his knees giving way again as he brayed loudly and several loud pops and rips suddenly happened all at once.

Sam’s trainers burst open, exposing his frayed socks and furry feet, the toes of which had already begun to merge together, his thick black nails spreading and capping his toes until two shiny black hooves stuck out of the ruined footwear.

There were pops and crunches in Sam’s face as his nose and jaw jutted forwards, pressing forwards into a furry proto muzzle, his gingery beard and thinning hair fading into what was now a pelt of thick brown fur before jet black hairs began to erupt along his scalp, forming a spiky black mane that pushed out down his spine, crossing out across his shoulders.

But the thing that drew Leon’s eyes the most was when the fabric of his friend’s jeans finally relented, shredding apart to leave the transforming man essentially naked.

His thick thighs covered in fur, his long brown tail lashing about in his heightened emotions.

And his cock; both of them stared down at it as Sam’s brays faded into moans.

It was already erect and had swollen both in length and girth, at least ten inches long and thick as a soda can, veins pumping along its still humanish appearance despite the fact the skin had darkened to a near jet black.

As they watched and Sam moaned, the familiar mushroom shaped tip pulsed before it flattened, the tip beginning to flare out as it shifting into that of a donkey.

“N..NHAAAAAAAAAWW” Sam brayed in horror, his face a mixture of despair and pleasure as he reluctantly bucked his hips, the flat tip slapping against his furry belly as his balls swelled, hairs falling away from his sack as the skin became leathery.

“NGHHHAAAAAAAAW!”

Sam released Leon with a bray, causing him to fall back but he continued to stare, watching Sam’s cock pulse again, a thick ring swelling halfway down the now ebony black shaft, thick beads of pre leaking from the flaring tip.

The sight and waves of musk that was flooding from his friend suddenly made Leon aware of a heavy pressure in his own jeans and he slowly gazed down to stare in horror at his own substantial bulge.

His eyes then spotted his chest and belly; the hairs were thickening by the minute becoming his own pelt of fur.

Then he realised; Sam’s musk was changing him too!

“Shit I gotta get away” Leon thought wildly, quickly getting to his feet, trying to ignore the numbing feeling in his toes.

But he only managed a couple of steps before a pair of hands grabbed his jeans and he heard his seams start to pop.

Turning back, he saw Sam had flung himself forwards to stop him leaving, grabbing his jeans, and staring up at him as his eyes began to fade to a deep brown.

“HAAAAAAAAWLP ME LHEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW HEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Leon tried to pull away, Sam holding fast until his grip suddenly failed, causing Leon to stumble.

He watched as Sam lowered his muzzle to his hands and they both stared as his fingers began to fuse before their eyes, the change happening much faster than Leon’s had.

Rather than only getting three fingers, Sams middle three fingers on each hand fused into one, his thumb and pinkie fingers pulling back and merging into arms as his wrists vanished.

Thick black keratin spread out over his fused fingers, capping both of his arms with shiny black hooves that matched his former feet.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Sam held up his fully formed hooves and brayed out in horror, lamenting the loss of his hands.

He was almost completely changed, with only a few features hinting he had ever been human.

Leon stared as Sam tried to pull himself back up, his hooves clopping on the wooden floor and on the table he was using.

His cock bounced and slapped his chest again and he let out long deep guttural moans, the flaring tip leaking more than ever.

He took a couple of shaky steps forwards before he staggered and fell forwards.

“NHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

With a bray of fright, Sam’s hooves hit the floor with a resounding thud followed by several loud slaps as the immense donkey cock slapped against his belly.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

These last slaps of his cock were the final straw.

Sam threw his head back and let out a long, drawn-out bray as his cock tip flared wide before it erupted, shooting a small jet of white human cum before it was followed by a torrent of thick, yellowish animal jism, spraying the floor beneath him and splattering his chest fur.

Sam hung his head and huffed, his wide nostrils flaring, taking in his first bestial orgasm before he was bought back to his reality by several audible cracks and pops emanating from his back and Leon stared as Sam’s ass and sides began to swell, his ass cheeks flattening and pushing out into a pair of donkey flanks while any remaining definition of his once muscular chest faded away as his gut expanded with fat and muscle; bulging with each breath as his lungs expanded.

“HAAAAAAAAAAWLP MEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAWW!” Sam brayed, his voice almost completely to lost in animalistic brays, growing deeper as his neck swelled and pushed out as a cracking noise sounded from his face, his nose and jaw pushing out further as his full muzzle began to form.

Sam stomped his hooves and threw his head back in on last act of defiance.

“HAAAAAAAAWP MEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAW” he begged, “MHAAAAAWMON! MHAAAAAAAAAAAAWMHAAAAAAAAAWWWWWW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

His cries for help faded as his voice finally vanished into animal brays, his face shifting into a full equine muzzle with one last loud crack.

Sam’s transformation was complete.

All that remained of his friend was a furry brown donkey that was staring around, it’s eyes wide with terror.

“HEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAWW!”

The donkey brayed and Leon staggered back as his former friend began to buck his powerful new legs wildly, crashing into the pool tables, sending cues and balls flying.

The terrified beast’s cries bought Leon back to himself and he scrambled away to avoid being caught in the rampage. He had been completely enraptured from the moment Sam had shot his donkey load over the floor, the intense musk that had filled his senses had been so intoxicating.

Now he was back to his senses, he recalled what was happening to him and around him and the sense of urgency welled up inside him.

Turning away from the braying jackass that had been Sam, Leon began moving back towards the staircase, staggering, and grasping the tables as he went for support as the numbing sensations in his feet were growing more prominent as was the throbbing bulge in his torn jeans.

He tried to ignore the memory and smell of when Sam had orgasmed, but it lingered at the front of his mind and in his senses.

“Don’t think about it” Leon thought desperately, forging onwards, “Or you’ll end up like him!”

With each step, the torn seams of his jeans widened, revealing the grey fur pelt that had spread over his legs, down towards his feet in his overtight shoes, the toe of which was bulging as Sam’s had, the material beginning to crack under the strain.

“NGhhhhaaaaaaaaaww” Leon brayed, unable to keep it in as he slumped against a table, his furry, three fingered hands gripping the edge as the pressure in his jeans grew. Another sensation hitting him, this time from his rear.

He felt the blood drain from his face in fear as he realised what it must be.

“N..Nhaaaaaaaaww not thaaaaaawt” he brayed, hearing more seams popping as the pressures intensified; his jeans beginning to cut into his waist.

“G..ghaaaawtta take it haaaaaawfff”.

Abandoning any thought of modesty with everything happening around him, Leon released the table and made to grab the top of his jeans.

Only to find he couldn’t slip his hoof tipped fingers into the overtight waistband.

“COME HAAAAAAAAWN!” he brayed desperately, trying to grip the material and staggering as both hands and feet lost all feeling.

He raised his hands to eye level, dread filling him as he watched his already mutated hands begin to change, the three digits pulling together, the fur melding as one as the thick nails fused.

“NHAAAAAAAAAWW HAAAAAAAWLP!” Leon brayed, waving his arms as the changes finalised, his arms stretching and wrists vanishing, leaving him with a pair of hard, shiny hooves at the end of his furry arms. With the focus on his arms and hands, he hadn’t noticed the ongoing changes to his feet, only becoming aware when he heard loud crack as his heels stretched and his balance was thrown as he was forced to stand on his tip toes.

Leon staggered, attempting to grab the table again out of instinct but forgetting that he no longer had hands anymore.

His shiny hooves glided over the polished wood of the table and let out a braying yell as he fell forwards, landing hard on his front; his hooves striking the floor with an echoing thud.

“HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” he brayed, pushing himself up on his hooves before letting out a moan as pleasure rushed through him.

His damp bulge strained, popping more seams as his cock swelled within the tight confines, desperate for release as another large bulge above his ass began to quiver.

A heat rushed through his body, a burning lust that needed to be sated and all Leon could do was throw his head back and bray.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

RIIIIIIIIIIIIP!

POP!

RIIIIIIIIIP!”

Like a barrel bursting its hoops, Leon’s clothes finally reached their limits.

The seams of his jeans near enough exploded, unleashing both his long, tasselled tail which shot into air as Sam’s had, covered in grey fur with a black tuft at the end; but also his throbbing donkey cock which surged out, slapping up against his furry chest.

Staring down between his legs, Leon stared at the flaring, jet black tip, watching it ooze his thick pre onto the floor and wafting his own animalistic musk into his flaring nostrils.

“HEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

He brayed as his eyes fluttered, his cock pulsing as again he was lost monetarily in the lustful trance, his newly grown tail beginning to wag as his feet stretched out of his burst shoes, socks torn open, revealing thick black hooves that matched his hands.

“FHAAAAAAAAAWK!” Leon brayed, feeling the relief as all the pressures vanished; kneeling there essentially naked and almost fully transformed.

He turned his head, looking around to see his furry body, all human skin hidden beneath a thick grey pelt, his legs splayed outwards, revealing his new rear hooves.

Then he saw his tail and his thoughts seemed to clear as it whipped across his bare, furry ass.

“N…NHAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Braying in panic, he tried to pull himself up to stand again on two legs, his forehooves scrambling to try and get a hold of the nearest pool table.

“HAAAAAAAWLP ANHEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAWNE!” he brayed in desperation, “H…HELP MEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

A great pressure suddenly grew in his back and there was a loud pop which brought his hooves back to the floor, his cock bouncing and slapping his belly again.

“HEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAW!”

He brayed again, but this time out of pleasure.

The sensation of his cock slapping his belly was like a hand stroking it, and he was so horny, despite his panic.

“What if I just…just…” he thought, wrestling with his conscience that was telling him to run far away, get away from the island, “If I cum…I…I can think better…yeah?”

“Soo HAAAAAAAAAAWNY!” he brayed before he thrust his hips.

His cock slapped his belly again.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAW!!”

Leon did it again, and again.

Thrusting his hips to feel that rush of pleasure from his needy cock as it leaked more and more of his musky pre.

He was so lost in the moment that he didn’t feel his balls swelling, his sack becoming thick and leathery as it pulled up beneath his now dark hole, the skin becoming dark and puckered as his ass cheeks pushed apart and flattened into fully equine flanks.

Still, he kept thrusting, huffing as he bent his new forelegs, allowing his cock to strike his chest more easily; his black lips pulling back to expose his thick, flat teeth in a dopey, lust filled smile.

He could feel the orgasm building in his swollen sack, a thick ring forming at the centre of his throbbing shaft, the flat tip flaring in preparation for his first bestial load.

“Haaaaaaw….HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” he panted, his brays becoming desperate as his shoulders cracked forwards and his neck and body swelled like Sam’s had.

His belly expanding with new muscle and fat, his legs and arms adjusting to his new quadrupedal stance that he was now locked in.

His eyes faded to a deep brown as they rolled back as he felt the final barrier within him breach and thew his lengthening neck back.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

A jet of white shot from his tip before it was lost amongst the deluge of rich, yellowish donkey cum as he nutted hard.

His cock firing wave after wave over the hard wooden floor and all Leon could do was bray, bliss flooding through his body which was now completely equine from the neck down.

“Heeeeeeeee….haaaaaaaaaaaaaaw” he brayed weakly in relief, readjusting himself as his thick, leaking donkey cock began to pull itself back into his newly grown, leathery sheath.

As the afterglow set in, Leon looked around.

His head felt heavy and he saw something strange and black in the centre of his vision.

Through the blur of his vision, he stared around the landing, and he saw only devastation….and donkeys.

There were no more screams or cries for help anymore, only the sounds of panicked brays from the former humans as they bucked their legs and stumbled on hooves.

Donkeys….they had all turned into…DONKEYS!

Leon’s eyes suddenly went wide, the post orgasmic bliss shattering as the full weight of his situation hit him.

“HEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” he brayed, his voice much gravellier from his swollen neck. He tried to rear himself up, but his new body quickly forced him back to all fours and he suddenly realised what his moment of weakness had cost him.

Crossing his eyes he saw that the dark object in his vision was his swollen nose and that it had jutted out slightly from his face, giving him a snout like proto muzzle.

The dread, the shame, the horror…all of it returned in full force.

“H…HAAAAAAAAAAAAWLP MEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

His desperate brays were answered by the sounds of heavy footfalls, and he gazed over at the stairwell where several heavy-set men emerged, each wearing the same black t-shirt, shorts, and leather boots and all of them carrying long lengths of rope and bridles.

“Got more up here Lads!” one of the men called advancing towards the nearest donkey with a wicked grin, seizing it around its neck, and beginning to tie the rope like a leash and pulling the bridle around the beast’s muzzle as it brayed and struggled.

One of the men looked around and quickly locked eyes with Leon, spotting his partial muzzle.

He grinned wickedly and made a beeline straight for him.

“NHAAAAAAAAAAWW!” Leon brayed out , trying to turn and run but stumbling on his four new hooves.

The man laughed as he quickly caught up, wrapping a thick, muscular arm around Leon’s neck and holding him tight despite the donkey boy’s desperate attempts to escape.

“LET MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAW GHAAAAAAAAAAAW!” he brayed, trying to buck his captor with his hooves, gritting his teeth as a tightness suddenly filled his face.

“Hey boss looks like we gotta hold out!” he called over his shoulder to another man who had just emerged onto the landing.

Tall and broad, and wearing a familiar Scarlett coat and a very wicked smile.

The man who had given him and Sam the tickets, brought them here on the ferry and begun the festivities.

The Coachman

The newcomer turned at his underling’s words, spotted Leon being grappled, and smirked.

“Heh he ain’t got left in him” he chuckled sinisterly, moving closer to the struggling donkey.

Leon stared up at him as fur sprouted across his face, covering up the last of his human skin, his long ears folded back in fear.

“P…PLHEEEEEEEEEEESE I DON’T WHAAAAAAAAAAWNNNA BEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAW A DHAAAAAAWNKEEEEEEEEEHAWWWWWWWWWWWWW HEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAWW”

Leon could barely speak anymore and with every bray that sounded past his lips, he felt the pressure in his face build, and he was sure he could feel the bones of his face pushing his face further towards a full donkey’s muzzle.

The Coachman’s sneer widened as he leant in, so he was almost nose to nose with Leon.

“Too bad little jackass” he said with a cold edge to his voice, “You’ve had your fun on my Island, now you’re gonna pay for it”.

His hand shot out and Leon brayed out as the man grabbed one of his long ears.

“Besides” the Coachman continued with an evil cackle, “If you were a good boy you wouldn’t have ears like these!”

He released Leon’s ear and a second later the donkey felt a completely alien shock of pain.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” Leon brayed, the muscular man holding his neck allowing him to look back to see the Coachman pulling on his long, tasselled tail.

“Or long tails like these” he continued with a laugh, releasing the ropey appendage and staring down at his victim with vindictive glee.

“So why don’t you just be the good little jackass that you are and give me a nice big bray”.

Leon suddenly felt a tightness in his throat and felt the pressure in his face growing to a fever pitch.

He tried to resist, knowing that if he brayed it would all be over.

“Nhaaaaaaw….P..Plheeeeeeeeeeeee…Haaaaaaawlp…MEEEEEEEEEE….MHAAAWWWTHEW!....HAAAAWWWLP MEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAWWW!”

He couldn’t hold it in.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

As the bray burst forth, Leon felt the pressure in his face release as his whole face pushed outwards, his jaw and nose cracking forwards fully into a donkey’s muzzle.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

He kept trying to call out, but all that came out were the brays of a beast as with one last pop, the last of the pressure faded and he opened his eyes to see a large muzzle dominating his vision.

And he knew it was all over.

He was a donkey, just like Sam.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

He brayed out again in terror and panic as both the Coachman and the one holding burst out in fits of laughter, the latter forcing a bridle over his muzzle.

“Take him with the others” the Coachman grinned, “The boat comes at six and I want every jackass tagged and branded by the time it docks, then it’s off to the Salt Mines with ‘em”.

“Yessir!” the man holding Leon replied before seizing the rope attached to the donkey’s bridle and beginning to drag him towards the stairs.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Leon brayed out but it was all for naught, even with his bestial body he couldn’t overcome the strength of the man.

He flailed his head, trying to break free, and out of the corner of his eye he watched the red-coated man stride away to where another of the uniformed men was wrangling a braying and bucking Sam.

“GET THAT BEAST UNDER CONTROL!” the Coachman yelled, pulling a long, coiled whip from his belt and giving a loud crack over Sam’s flank.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!”

Leon heard the pain in his former friend, watching his brays fade as he allowed himself to be pulled away by the bulky guard while the Coachman turned back to watch the other donkeys get corralled. He seemed to pause for a moment before he stooped to the ground to pick something up.

Leon caught a glint of gold.

“HEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!” he brayed in anguish, watching the Coachman pocket his wedding ring before his muzzle was yanked forwards as his captor yanked his rope leash.

“Bray all you want jackass” he snarled, forcing Leon closer to the stairs where several over workers had already subdued their charges. “You’re gonna be spending the rest of your life pullin’ carts and eating hay in a dingy old stable, just desserts for little shits like you!”

He pulled harder, beginning to drag him down the wide stairs, joining a line of donkeys all of whom were braying in fright in their shame and humiliation.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight donkey” grinned the man holding his leash, pulling Leon out of the Pool Hall and into the bray filled darkness “I doubt you’ll be feeling it again for a very, very long time”.

“HEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAW HEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAWW!”

Leon’s brays of frustration and fears were lost amongst the chorus of many others as the other workers converged from different parts of the island, each pulling their own braying jackass and they were lead together.

Leon, Sam and many other former men.

All of them dragged towards a firelit entrance to cave that delved into the depths of the island. As each of them were pulled into the darkness. Each and every donkey brayed, lamenting their loss as they vanished into the new lives that they had foolishly entered by making total asses of themselves.

Jeremy ran a hand through his short unkempt ginger hair as he flicked through the pages of his textbooks, trying to find a statement that would help him complete an overly long essay for his course.

He had been working on it for days, though things had dramatically improved when his boisterous boyfriend had gone to their friends for a gaming weekend.

He grumbled slightly, the thought of how much still needed to be done and the fact that Sam would likely be back at any moment didn’t bring him much joy.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Jeremy jumped and stared around at the apartment door in shock.

“Has that fucking idiot forgotten his keys again?” he growled under his breath, getting to his feet.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The knocking continued,

“I’M COMING!” Jeremy yelled, making his way quickly to the door and flinging it open.

Jeremy had been expecting his tall, muscular, red headed boyfriend, possibly smelling of alcohol and stale body odour from a night of non-stop gaming.

Instead, he was greeted by a shorter man with shoulder length black hair, a scruffy beard, tanned skin with glasses and thunderous expression that implied he was in a towering rage.

It was Mathew, the husband of Leon, one of Sam’s best friends.

“WHERE IS HE?” Mathew roared, shoving Jeremy aside and staring around the musky apartment, “I KNOW HE’S HERE!”

Jeremy was completely taken aback; Mathew had always been rather mild mannered and never lost his temper.

“D…Dude!” Jeremy stammered, trying to assert himself against this intrusion, “What the hell are you doing here? Who are you looking for?”

Mathew wheeled around, his face red and livid.

“Sam!” he replied through gritted teeth. “Where is he Jeremy?”

Jeremy blinked; surprised.

“He’s not here dude” he said confusedly, “Isn’t he over at yours having a gaming session with Leon? That’s what he told me?”

Mathew seemed to tremble with rage.

“He’s not at ours Jeremy” he seethed, “He told me he and Leon we’re going out of town together…on a bro’s night”.

He plunged his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

There was a moment where here unlocked and scrolled though it before he turned the screen towards Jeremy.

“Tell me! Do you think they’re having fun?”

Jeremy leaned in to stare at the screen and a moment later, the pen that had been in his hand fell to the floor along with his jaw.

The screen showed a photograph showing Leon and Sam, both of them near enough naked, bent over a pool table in some seedy bar, with Sam’s cock wedged firmly in Leon’s ass and the two to them leaning back in a lustful kiss.

“WHAT THE HELL!” Jeremy yelled, a rage firing up within him to match the man before him. “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?”

Mathew pocketed his phone.

“Someone emailed it to me this morning” he growled, his eyes still scanning around, “Leon’s not answering his phone, so I came here to find Sam”.

Jeremy already had his own phone out, dialling a number, his face now a deep angry red.

There was moment where he held the phone to his ear and there was a muffled ringing before there was a crack as the voicemail kicked in.

“SAM!” Jeremy yelled angrily, “YOU BETTER FUCKING CALL ME BACK WHEN YOU GET THIS BECAUSE YOU’VE GOT SOME FUCKING EXPLAINING TO DO!”

He lowered the phone, snorting like a bull about to charge, his anger and incredulity in the same level as the man who had burst into his apartment.

“That’s all I got too” Mathew snarled, “I swear I’ve already left about fifty messages”.

BEEEP! BEEEP!

Mathew quickly looked down at his phone.

“Hey! Jeremy!” he called out, “I just got another email from the guy who sent me the photo…he says they’re somewhere called Pleasure Island”.

Jeremy’s face scrunched up.

“Pleasure Island?” he replied, trying to contain his boiling rage, “Never heard of it?”

Mathew scrolled though the email.

“The guy says we can get there on a ferry….and there’s two tickets here!”

He looked up a Jeremy.

“Fancy going after them and doing this shit in person?” he asked, feeling a vindictive pleasure beginning to rise within him.

Jeremy’s eyes narrowed and snarl appeared on his face.

“Oh, Fuck yeah!” he growled, “And when we find them….Oh boy are we gonna make them pay!”

Mathew nodded in response before returning to the email, scanning the details.

“Ferry leaves later tonight” he added, “If we wanna go, we gotta go soon”

Jeremy nodded before stomping towards the bedroom.

“Hang tight Dude, I’ll pack a bag!”

to the email, scanning the details.

“Ferry leaves later tonight” he added, “If we wanna go, we gotta go soon”

Jeremy nodded before stomping towards the bedroom.

“Hang tight Dude, I’ll pack a bag!”