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It was more like a wide hiking trail than a road. Even by country road standards, it was pretty rough going. Jacob's car shook and shuddered the whole way, but he finally reached the clearing containing his destination. Looking exactly like it had in the brochure, the old camp site's externals were the same as they had been - more or less - back when this had designed for children to spend a summer. Jacob would have to wait to see if the promised changes had happened inside. It seemed fitting, somehow, that it should be that way.

The reading materials had made the place seem heavenly, which Jacob decided was also appropriate. Private time. Group sessions. Reading material. All designed to help him from fighting the demons inside. It was apparently very effective: he'd asked online, and other men had come forward to tell them how much it had improved their lives, finally free of the constant torment.

Stopping his car in front of the offices, illustrated by a newly-added sign in one of the cabins, Jacob got out and stretched. There were a few cars already here, he noticed: it was at least reassuring he wasn't the only one who felt this way and who wanted to do something about it. Walking up the creaking stairs, he peeked in through the large doors: the buildings innards looked new, but had retained the rustic charm of the outside. Pushing open the door, he walked in.

Nobody seemed to be about: that was a little unsettling, but it gave Jacob time to look around. The operator, Father Christopher, wasn't in his office, or if he was he was praying quietly with the lights off. Peering through the distorted glass for a while showed nobody moving about, and the door was locked. Wondering how many people worked here - there was a desk outside the office, so there must have been at least one other - Jacob started looking about to pass the time.

Outside on a whiteboard, an itinerary had been written up. Glancing at his phone, Jacob checked with the time for what was on. "No wonder nobody was about," he thought, smiling in relief, "there's a group therapy session in the woods." That had been one of the selling points for this place: there seemed to be a lot of physical activity to go along with the more introspective parts. He supposed the principle was to tire the body out, making it harder to act on the urges.

The others, it seemed, weren't due to be back for another fifteen minutes, so Jacob went back to his car. The schedule had left him nervous about whether he'd remembered to bring everything with him: he'd been advised to bring stuff for roughing it, as well as any personal non-religious things that gave him strength. Jacob had brought a picture of his childhood dog, Max: he couldn't think of anything better that his old faithful companion.

"Hello!" a friendly voice called out. Jacob turned to see a young, smiling man jogging up. He seemed to exude the air of benevolence, despite his build suggesting aggression. Handsome and clean-shaven, he came up and grabbed Jacob's hand, quickly putting the photo back into his bag. "I'm Daniel, I work with Father Christopher here at the retreat. You're Jacob, right?"

After Jacob confirmed this, Daniel continued, "Well, first, sorry for us not being here when you arrived. I know it can get pretty spooky out here with all the strange creaking and moaning, especially if you're on your own and you're not used to it. Just the group therapy session ran a little later than normal."

Running his hand through his hair, Jacob tried to fight off the urges: Daniel was incredibly attractive to him, even though he knew that was wrong. He said, "That's okay, I wasn't here for very long."

Daniel smiled back, adding, "Let's get you settled in, then hopefully the others will be back." Offering to help with Jacob's luggage - which was politely declined - he then guided Jacob towards one of the old cabins, renovated into small rooms with bunk beds. "You're going to be bunking with Samson. I hope you're okay with sharing a room; it might seem a bit weird that we're pairing up men, but we hope that two will have the strength where one might be weak on their own."

Trying to avoid thinking about the fact he was alone with Daniel in what was going to be his bedroom, Jacob started to unpack, allowing Daniel to help him with that. Not too long, he smelled someone else enter the room; a strong, salty odour following in the short, but rather well-built man who panted, looking surprised at the newcomer. "Samson, this is Jacob," Daniel introduced the pair.

"Oh, great!" Samson exclaimed. "I've been looking forward to having a roommate." Smiling broadly, he continued, "Would you be okay taking the top bunk? I have a lot of trouble sleeping, and if someone else is going to be in here I don't want to wake them."

Nodding his head, Jacob answered, "Sure, that's fine with me." The pair went to shake hands, but Samson quickly laughed and explained, "Hope you're not offended if I offer to shake your hand later, just that I went for a bit of a swim when we were on the hike, so I probably smell a fair bit of fish. The water around here is nice and cool, and it's probably a great spot for fishing, but it does tend to soak into you a bit!"

"Oh," Daniel suggested, "why don't you let me finish unpacking your stuff, Jacob, and then Samson can show you where the showers are? You can have one too, if you like; I imagine you might want to freshen up yourself if you've been travelling for a while."

The idea of a nice, cold shower did sound appealing. If all the men at the camp were as warm, friendly and attractive as these two, then Jacob felt he was going to need whatever tricks he could get. He wondered if they ever felt weak; to gently broach the issue, he asked Samson, once they were walking across towards the communal showers, "How are you finding it here?"

"Great!" Samson answered enthusiastically. "My parents disowned me for a while, and would only take me back if I got treatment. I told them that I'd do it, if I got to choose the place. I think we were all sceptical about this place working, but I've managed to put a lot of the things that have worried me in the past, and every day it gets easier."

Entering the showers, Jacob was introduced to several other men, all undressing from sweaty hiking gear. He clenched his jaw as he shook their hands; just as he feared, they all seemed incredibly good looking, despite some of them clearly being in their fifties.

Trying to remember all of their names - aside from Daniel and Samson whom he already met, and Christopher who lived here and had his own shower, there were Graham, Andrew, Lucas and Eric - he slowly undressed to give the others time to find their way under the shower heads before he quickly scooted under one, trying to hide his erection. Quickly washing off, he darted glances to either side; nobody seemed to notice, so he closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. He yelped for a moment, when he felt something firm and sticky slide up between his legs, but when he turned around, he saw that Eric was the only one around, and he was on the other side of the room.

Clean and calmed down, although only for the moment, Jacob walked back to his room, where Samson was dressing. "Hi, Jacob!" he exclaimed, buttoning up his shirt. "I'm not sure how much you know about what's going on, but usually after the group therapy session we all head out to contemplate on it privately. I'm not sure if you're supposed to be doing that, but I'm not sure where Daniel or Christopher are, but you could come with me. I know a few spots that are good for meditation and prayer."

After thinking about it for a little while, Jacob agreed. He'd worried that, given he'd come here to try to rid himself of his "interest" in men like Samson, that going off alone with one would be the worst thing to do. However, it seemed like his temporary roommate had been having success already, so maybe that would be enough to keep things from escalating further. Quickly dressing, he got up, following Samson as they headed into the woods beside the lake.

Until they reached the spot Samson described, they talked. Jacob thought things were going well. While avoiding any risky areas, they covered the things they should have talked about: hobbies, family, and their faith. There were a few odd tense points, but he supposed that was what was to be expected. A few things seemed off, though, that worried him all the more since he couldn't quite put his finger on them.

Getting there took half an hour on its own, but it had been worthwhile: the view from a cliff dangling over a lake, with none of the campsite visible, was gorgeous; the company was pleasant and infectiously excited. For the first time in a while, Jacob felt himself truly relaxing. Maybe a little too much, as he started to feel the longings in himself that he detested. But Samson was leaning back against the log, with his eyes closed and facing the sky. Jacob smiled, and decided to do a little more formal praying on his own.

Hanging his head down, he got down on one knees. Heavily breathing in, Jacob tried to think of what he wanted to ask help about. His thoughts swirled in confusion as a salty sea smell filled his lungs. Someone was in front of him, a strangely rough-skinned hand grabbing his jaw, two thick, slippery cocks sliding into his mouth, both impossibly close. He tried to moan, caught between what his body and mind wanted, and almost choking as he felt fluid drip down the back of his throat.

Then he was being tapped on the shoulder, a concerned Samson asking, "Are you alright?" He was standing in front of Jacob, where he'd felt the other - men, Jacob supposed - been standing

"Yes," answered Jacob embarrassedly, sighing and confessing, "I guess I'm still struggling with things."

"Oh, don't worry," Samson enthused, "pretty soon you'll feel you've got a better handle on things, or maybe that something bigger than yourself's looking out for you."

"Uh, well I hope it happens soon," Jacob said, his voice weak as he tried to joke, feeling his erection rubbing up against the front of his pants.

Smiling, Samson replied, "Well, pretty soon you'll have a better grasp on those, uh, pardon the expression." His laughter was immensely calming, and soon Jacob had relaxed as the two made their way back to the camp.

There Jacob finally met with Father Christopher, who patted Samson on the shoulder, saying, "Thank you for helping Jacob get along on the right path, Samson." Turning to focus on Jacob, the sprightly, twinkle-eyed old man - again, Jacob despaired, in good shape and health for someone who must be close to seventy - gave him a tour of the rest of the camp, telling him of the schedule. "But tonight, I think it might be worthwhile having another group session," he stated, his fingers scraping the stubbled skin of his chin, "to get you to meet everyone else in their most honest, vulnerable forms, and so we can know you the same way."

"Uh, sure," Jacob agreed.

Pursing his lips together, Father Christopher suggested, "Let's wait a couple of hours, and we'll go then." Patting Jacob's hand, the two went to the library to look at some of the literature they had available. "I've collected a bunch of things," he explained, "and over the years I've found it helps for people to have a look through it and find something that connects with them. What works for one doesn't necessarily work for others. So don't be afraid to take your time, and I'll come here and collect you when it's time for the group therapy session."

In the library, there was a substantial collection of books by various authors; while Jacob went through them, he heard the door closing behind him as Father Christopher left him alone. Scanning the first few pages of the books, he found one that seemed to almost physically click with him. Sitting down, Jacob leafed through, turning the pages while trying to stifle some yawns. He imagined he'd sleep quite well tonight after his drive, and the short walk he had gone on with Samson.

Daydreaming a little, Jacob continued to flick through the book. He liked the analogy of companionship being like a man taking a dog for the walk: the two loved each other, but it was a chaste love. The dog slowly gained human features throughout the story; they still went on walks, but there was more they could do. The story was illustrated well with detailed inked images showing the man and the dog slowly doing other things together. Walking. Talking. Shaking Hands. Hugging. Kissing on the cheek. Kissing on the lips. Jerking each other off. Fucking the dog-man in the mouth. Fucking the dog-man in the ass.

Throwing the book across the ground, Jacob breathed out heavily. "Perverted garbage!" he cursed, blushing with embarrassment at the rigid tent-pole in his pants slowly oozing of the intensely erotic story he'd been reading.

Remaining in his chair, Jacob waited for his arousal to subside. He wondered if coming here had been a mistake: perhaps he wasn't ready for it, or maybe this was just the wrong place for him to be. Slowly, he willed himself to stand up, creeping towards the book as though he expected it to sprout legs and scuttle away like some nightmarish mimic. Picking up the book, he groaned: the increasingly deviant sexual content was not there. He'd imagined the whole thing.

"I must be going mad," Jacob thought. Deciding that perhaps being left alone was not for him - all of the episodes he'd had were when he was either by himself or in a group - he went out, nearly bumping into Daniel and Samson as the went to walk past him.

"Great!" Daniel enthused, "We were just looking for you, since we both know it can be a bit rough your first day here, so we thought we might steal you away, go on a bit of a walk together before the group session tonight."

"Great," Jacob repeated, less enthusiastic than the other two seemed to be. Both men were very attractive, and he'd already started having sexual fantasies in front of one. He felt his face heat with embarrassment, as they went back to let him change - Jacob taking the opportunity to remove his underwear, which were quite sticky in the front - and then head off.

Even this proved to be uncomfortable. Both men talked about their time in high school, when the struggles had been hardest: Daniel had been on the football team, forcing himself to be a ladies' man even when that was the furthest thing from his mind, Samson had been on the swim team, getting to see other fit young men in their swimming gear every day. Their chatting left Jacob imagining increasingly sexual scenarios involving the two of them, trying to keep the lid on it with strained small talk and pinching his arm until it started to bruise.

Reaching their destination, Daniel informed him, "Here we are."

Evidently, the group sessions were held around a large, flat stone in a clearing in the woods. Jacob supposed it made sense for there to be a focal point. Following Samson and Daniel towards the stone, he couldn't help notice the area felt a little unusual. There seemed to be an extra spark to the air, as if there'd been a storm recently. While it was appreciatively invigorating after the hike, Jacob wasn't too pleased it seemed to arouse other parts of his body.

Daniel took his hand, gently pulling him towards the rock. "This is where we have our first group meetings with a new member," he informed Jacob, "as well as our last when someone feels the need to move on."

Around the base of the rock, there'd been built up a large collection of leaves. It struck Jacob as a little odd, since he would have expected the wind to have blown them around, if not away. "How long will it be until the others get here?" he asked, an apprehensive shiver running down his spine.

Squatting by the base of the stone, sifting through the leaves for something, Daniel replied, "Not long."

Suddenly Samson's arms wrapped around his body, his grip tightening as he echoed, "No, not long at all."

His sudden capture startled Jacob, who felt uncomfortable for a moment as he felt himself getting aroused by the contact. To try to draw attention away from it, he started to chuckle: both Samson and Daniel were grinning, so he thought it might have just been some kind of prank for new arrivals. Then Daniel stood up, a length of rope in his hands, and he felt Samson's erection push up against his rear, and his laughter dissolved.

Out of the forest came the rest of the camp, the group headed by Father Christopher. Any hope Jacob had that he would be rescued quickly disappeared when the other men showed no surprise at his predicament. In fact, quite a few rubbed their hands together, grabbed at their crotches or otherwise indicated he was probably in a worse position for his arrival. Jacob's cock didn't seem to agree with his assessment; it seemed to almost relish when his clothes were forcibly removed.

Lifting him off the ground easily, Samson carried Jacob over to the stone. Placed face-up, he struggled to slip away as hands seized his limbs, holding him still long enough for Daniel to tie one of the ropes around each. Whenever one of the men had been freed from trying to restrain him, they would join the others in quickly undressing.

Each of them, Jacob noticed had an erection. The fact that he had one as well he felt should have shamed him, but this situation was so bizarre, almost fantastical. Warm wind seemed to come out of nowhere, flowing over and caressing his bare body as, one by one, each man stood around him in a circle.

Flames seem to lick out of the ground, just out of his vision. Jacob wondered if, perhaps, one of them had set the leaves alight. But it seemed to be happening too quickly: the lips of flame creeping higher, the smoke clouding the air except for an ominous full moon that materialised out of nothing and shouldn't have been due for several days. Even the stone beneath him changed, the coarse texture against his back turning into obsidian.

Under the haze from the strange fire, the men around him changed as well. Graham's skin blistered and peeled, revealing hard-looking stone underneath, two bat-like wings unfurling. Thrusting his bulging cock out, Andrew opened his mouth in almost orgiastic pleasure as a dark substance poured out over his flesh, a zip appearing over his lips while his jaw extended into an equine muzzle. Criss-crossing lines glowed on Lucas's body, scales appearing and pulling his leg together into one large, muscular tail. Eric's erection thrust out, swelling and changing quickly into one of many large, throbbing, penis-like tentacles that now jutted out of where his arms and legs had been, slowly sinking to the ground. Samson grinned broadened, revealing rows of sharp, pointed teeth, eyes bulging black as he transformed into a muscular shark-man. Horns burst out of Daniel's expanding head, bellowing as his bovine fur and features reappeared. The clearest of all was Father Christopher standing near his head, his old man disguise vanishing, large black horns reaching up to the equally dark sky, fiery red skin filling out with thick, youthful muscle.

Cockily grinning down at Jacob, Father Christopher exclaimed, "Let the group therapy begin! Today we welcome young Jacob to our fold." Clawed hands gripped onto Jacob's pectorals, caressing his as his heart quivered. The eyes of the demonic menagerie surrounding him seemed to undress him further, staring into his basest desires and deepest secrets. The smoky atmosphere felt intensely hot.

Knees spreading apart to let his heavy scrotum swing beneath his black-haired, muscular legs, Daniel approached. Stroking his large, bovine shaft, he grunted, "I played football. Dated hot cheerleaders. None of them ever knew I only got off remembering my friends naked in the shower, and lots of gay porn." Instead of expanding on his history, the Daniel elaborated on the things he found arousing about men, and the raw, strong, bestial sex they had together; all the while stroking himself, the pink pointed tip aimed over Jacob's squirming form. His cock drooled hot clear fluid out, pouring onto the prone human's flesh and slowly soaking in.

"Yeah!" the other demons rumbled, as Jacob tried to struggle, watching as they started to rub each other's bodies, stroking whoever's demonic cock was in reach. The sex talk became more graphic and increasingly incoherent as the Daniel worked himself over, fluids pouring over his thick fingers as it trailed down his giant cock when it didn't burrow into Jacob's naked body. Eventually, the lust took over; he grunted about how much he enjoyed fucking other males, telling them what he wanted to do to them and what they should do for him.

Over Jacob poured Daniel's seed as the minotaur climaxed with a bellowing roar, slowly dwindling into a contented low rumbling. His hefty, gooey hand wiped the rest of his seed over the prostrate Jacob, who whimpered: the talk had been arousing, but wondering if - maybe - this was a test from God, tried not to fall to temptation. The Daniel, slowly recovering, ended with, "That's what I came here to change about myself."

Underneath the demonic seed trickling over his body, Jacob felt his own cock straining at attention. He'd had fantasies about this very thing before. There was something enjoyable about the heat flowing over you, the attention of all those men on him. His thrashing started to slow as he saw the gargoyle moved in to take the spent minotaur's place.

As the gargoyle started talking about his old human life while he stroked his stony cock, Jacob quickly detected common threads between the two of them and himself: the craving for desires that nobody seemed to approve of, the frustration with conformity, this weird insistence he had that the pretence he was forcing himself into was real. This was real. This was what he wanted.

Soon after the gargoyle had added to the coating of semen weighing him down, Jacob heard the head demon's voice permeating his thoughts. "There you are!" he heard. "I was wondering what was keeping you. I know this has been what you've wanted for a while. You're after someone to take control of you, to use you like a sex toy. You covet the feeling of their hot seed soaking into your body, as you service them like an obedient servant. Or maybe, an obedient dog?"

Something about the word set Jacob's flesh tingling as another of the demons poured another hot load onto his body. He remembered the image in particular, standing out of him. He'd found it online: a man in a leather dog's mask, a collar around his neck, a chain leash twisting around the muscular arm of the man holding it. He wondered if these men, when they had been men, had seen something similar, needed something that their bodies could only provide once the humanity was tweaked and twisted out of them.

Holding his neck back, Jacob welcomed an anonymous demonic cock in, feeling himself relaxing in a way he'd never managed to before. It was almost spiritual when, at this invitation, the demons grew closer. He could almost sense them continuing to jerk off onto him, one group eagerly willing to plaster him from head to toe in their hot jizz. A prickling sensation rippled through his skin, his mind changing the image of the man in the mask. Real canine fur would sprout out of his skin, Jacob imagined, feeling the hairs of his own body thicken and bristle as they seemed to drink in the demonic seed. The mask slowly lost its obvious artificiality, the cock sliding into him straining against Jacob's growing jawbone, blackening nose drinking in the scents of maleness and sex enveloping him. Elongating ears flopped out as the first of what he hoped would be many loads were loosed into his growing muzzle and down his throat.

"Open wide for daddy demon," the lead demon urged, grabbing onto his legs. Feeling the nub of his extending tail wagging excitedly, Jacob once again strained at the ropes; only now, he enjoyed the feeling of confinement, power coursing through his body as he felt definition in his muscles growing. "Good dogs are athletic and lean," he heard in his head, "because that leaves them with enough energy for all the fucking they deserve to get. And I know you deserve a lot. You've been missing out. Poor, poor doggy."

Letting the demon penetrate his ass, Jacob reached out, fresh dark claws waving into the smoky air on either side of the shark-man who'd moved up to his face. Now, both cocks slipped in eagerly; Jacob offered no resistance. In fact, he pushed them further than he should have dared. He needed something to focus his growing energies on, but there was only so much he could do while bound like this. It was amazingly tantalising.

Electricity seemed to flow through his muscles, toning them. It had become a real demonic orgy now: cock-like tentacles slithered over Jacob's cum-soaked chest, pouring badly-needed lubricating fluid into the hole the lead demon was fucking. Someone's mouth was now on his cock - growing past its human limits - and he could only tell he hadn't added to the massive pile of cum around him because his cock wasn't going down. Samson's seed fired hotly down the back of his throat, pulling out to squeeze the remainder over the bottom of his furry jaw.

Feeling an unearthly grip around the base of his cock, now a slick red rocket covered in others' cum, Jacob whined. The need for release was building up inside him, but the sensation squeezing around his shaft wanted to keep it in. "Are you ready to become one of us, doggy?" the head demon spoke in his head, followed by a building chant of encouragement from the minds of the other demons.

"I am!" Jacob thought joyfully. He wasn't as sure of anything as he was right now. He wanted to be this demonic dog-man for all eternity, enjoying this constant attention from horny demons eager to use his holes for their pleasure.

"Excellent!" the demon replied, a huge chorus of pleasure following. Suddenly it felt like everyone was now cumming anew, all at once. Fluids washed all over him, and the grip moved up, squeezing out Jacob's new knot, forcing him to add to the growing pool.

"Nngh!" Jacob grunted, grabbing on to someone as demonic seed filled every hole, pouring in and out of him like a hyperactive fountain. His cock throbbed well past the point it should have been painful. Feeling reborn, he flexed; suddenly the strong ropes were nothing, despite the fact he didn't look all that strong.

Demonic cocks slipped wetly out of Jacob's mouth and anus. His new fur was plastered all over his body, the dark colour almost invisible under the quantity of fluids that had been squirted and soaked over him. They all seemed to stand around, amazingly still erect, as was he: he thought that there were some things he would have to get used to in his new life. Sitting up, ass squelching as the fluids ran to fill in the cavity left by his body, he heard the lead demon state, "Someone needs to clean this up." Jacob grinned, and raised his paw as his long tongue panted.