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[b][u][center]Desperate AIDS

For Rayoelgatubelo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Money always meant options, and for the dying Clyde, it was truer now than ever before. As he shifted in his seat in the back of a borrowed limo, he strained not to cough, knowing that if he did, he wouldn’t stop for hours.

[i]Heh…maybe I should have paid more attention to some of the assholes I was fucking…[/i]

He chuckled, only to feel the starting tensions of a cough again, and he forced himself to stop.

As a distraction, he looked around the interior of the limo, hoping that there was something to drink. There was usually something, even in the lowest quality rental companies, and he could use one to steady himself. Particularly after the hospital had been keeping him so dry for the last few months.

Doing his best to ignore the blemishes on the back of his hand and taking care not to rip through what was left of his skin, Clyde rooted through the fridge under his seat. A few sweeping gropes later, he found a bottle of something or other. It was cold, and when he pulled it out, it had the same label that any other decent quality bottle had. Vodka, bourbon, whiskey, he didn’t know and he didn’t care. He just needed something. For a moment, he looked for a glass, then gave up and popped the lid before tilting his head back.

Familiar fire burned at the back of his throat before he could swallow, but it was better than the constant chill, or the weakness, or the pain, or the fact that he had to be careful about literally everything he did if he didn’t want to end up dead…

[i]AIDS is one hell of a party killer.[/i]

Ring ring, ring ring.

Clyde put the bottle down and pulled out the car phone. Tucking the bottle between his legs, he held the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“[i]Good evening, Clyde. I trust you’re on your way?[/i]”

“Wouldn’t be able to pick up the phone if I wasn’t. How did you get me out of the hospital so easily? I don’t think I paid you that much.”

“[i]Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to.[/i]”

He rolled his eyes. Money bought a lot of things, but they didn’t buy many answers from Ecius. His ‘rescuer’ was as tight-mouthed as they came, particularly about anything related to his little secret. Then again, considering this day and age, he seemed to have a right to be. The service he was offering would get him overwhelmed if everyone knew about it.

“Alright, alright. So, how are we going to do this?”

“[i]Not much to it. I tie you down, I give you a bite, and we see if you live through the cure. After that…well, we’ll see.[/i]”

“Here’s hoping. The money’s yours, regardless.”

“[i]Of course. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be worth my time. I’ll see you soon.[/i]”

The phone clicked, and he put it back in its pocket. Shaking his head, he got back to making a dent in the bottle. Considering what he’d seen of Ecius’s way of ‘curing’ folks, he doubted that there’d be enough booze in the world to have him ready for what was to come. That, and he doubted he could deal with Ecius’s personality completely sober.

[i]Greedy upstart asshole…[/i]

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The limo pulled into an apartment block at the edge of town, just exclusive enough to have a bunch of call buttons to get in, just downmarket enough to keep everyone oblivious to what their neighbors were doing. The driver pushed a series of buttons, and soon they were inside the walls.

Ecius wasn’t there to greet them in the lobby, but he hadn’t expected him to be. Clyde knew that the big guy would be waiting upstairs, probably lording it over him that [i]he[/i] was the one paying the exorbitant price for the foreigner’s services. He was desperate enough to go along with it, but he was glad he was still buzzed. Not fully drunk, but buzzed enough to not get angry.

A short elevator ride later, they were at the equivalent of a penthouse floor, and he stepped out without the driver. The elevator shut behind him, and he followed the hallway down to its end. He half-expected to catch the sound of other people partying it up, but all of the other rooms seemed to be vacant. Then again, if his contact was charging everyone else what he was paying, he imagined Ecius had bought out the whole floor.

He didn’t even have to knock. The second he stepped in front of the door, it opened. A dark-skinned man in a white suit stood on the other side, grinning wide enough to make his face look like it was splitting apart. Clyde gave a hesitant smile in return, and stepped in as he was invited.

“So, this is the place, huh?”

“Yes, yes, this is the place. My home, my clinic, my…den, if you will.”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure.”

Another spasm in his chest, another clench to keep from coughing up his lungs. Clenching his teeth, he swallowed, forcing it back down. By the time he was calm again, almost a minute had passed, and he wasn’t sure if he could hold back the next one.

“Let’s get on with it…”

“Ah, but are you sure you are ready? After all, you have just arrived.”

“I’m paying the money, aren’t I? I want to get this done.”

“So eager to risk death?”

“I just want my life back…as soon as possible.”

“Hah. Fine then. Come.”

Ecius turned, gesturing imperiously for him to follow, and Clyde did just that. It was grating, still, to be directed around by someone so pompous as this, but he couldn’t complain now. Not when the cure was so close.

They walked to a back room, and then through another door, which he realized was connected to one of the other big apartments. It seemed his theory about Ecius’s purchasing habits were correct. They stepped through another, and then another, until they reached the apartment in the middle, probably right across from the elevator, and stepped into a room that sent chills down his spine.

The walls were covered in black foam, and the floor in dark, soft panels, almost like sponges. As soon as he shut the door behind him, he realized what it was. Soundproofing panels. The room amplified all the sound, and he knew from experience that it wouldn’t let any out again. Ecius walked up behind him, chuckling.

“No one will hear you here, little man. Shall we get started?”

“…Probably.”

“Second thoughts? There is no refund.”

“No, just…”

[i]I’m going to die sooner or later. Might as well be taking a shot at getting better rather than sitting in the hospital, freezing my ass off and staying sober.[/i]

He stripped off his hospital gown, shivering as soon as it slipped off his shoulders. Even with the little buzz in his system, he felt the cold almost immediately. It probably didn’t help that he was skin and bones from all the treatments so far, his ribs almost poking past the skin at his chest. As soon as he was stripped, Ecius led him over to an x-frame, the metal padded out with bits of the same spongy material that covered the walls.

With the dark man’s help, he leaned forward and spread his arms and legs over the frame. Clyde didn’t blush as he was handled, even when Ecius’s hands started fondling his ass and his cock, ostensibly to help him into place. It wasn’t the first time someone had tied him down, or the first time another man had seen him naked like this. It was, however, the first time that a finger was rubbing around his rim while he wasn’t getting a blowjob or something else.

“Get on with the cure, hmm?”

“Just examining my payment…”

“You already got your payment.”

“No. The other half of my payment.”

Shaking his head, Clyde closed his eyes and leaned forward, submitting to the rubbing and the eventual intrusion between his ass cheeks. That finger definitely hadn’t been as groomed as it could be, and he gritted his teeth at the feeling of the long nail grinding against his inner walls. He hissed as it shoved in deep all of a sudden, and barely held back a grunt of discomfort as it pulled back out again. Looking over his shoulder, he glared.

“Satisfied?”

“No, but the rest will wait.”

“Good. Now get started. I’m sick of being sick.”

“Heh. Fine, if you’re so eager.”

[i]I’m not, but if it’s the only way to live, I’ll bend over for it,[/i] he thought to himself as the dark man walked to the other side of the x-frame. Clyde’s arms were pulled out to the side and over his head, and his legs were forcefully spread. He didn’t dare struggle too much; his body was weak enough that bruises could end up turning into full-blown internal bleeding crises, and he wasn’t going to die now.

Ecius stood in front of him, fingers delicately working the buttons on his suit, and he groaned.

“Come on…”

“Patience, human. We’re doing this my way.”

“I’ve been waiting for weeks. Do it now.”

“My way, human…or I’ll throw you out, now.”

“Hmmph. I’m gonna die anyway; either this kills me, or the disease does.”

“Or I do it now…”

The subtle growl in Ecius’s voice was warning enough, but the way that the big man held out his hand and curled his fingers made them look like claws. Claws, Clyde knew, that the big man would have for real in a few seconds.

Despite his urge to be better, he wasn’t going to fight that. He’d seen what Ecius really was, that day in the alley before he was confined to the hospital. He’d seen what he was asking for, what he was getting into. He was willing to die from the disease, or the cure, but he wasn’t willing to let himself get savaged like that.

So he went silent, and waited as his ‘doctor’ slowly stripped down. The white suit came off piece by piece, from the jacket to the shirt beneath, exposing skin so dark that it almost didn’t seem real. Thick arms, hard abs, everything that a white man would show off on a magazine color, but something he seldom saw in the publications and parties. After all, none of his contemporaries had bothered inviting a black man to their parties. He was pretty sure that they didn’t want to be outdone.

And as Ecius pulled off his pants, it was clear they would have been. Even with his own hefty package, Clyde stared at the thick, black cock hanging between the other man’s legs. Soft, it had to be at least six inches, and it swayed with a weight that made a clapping sound as Ecius shifted his weight about. Clyde knew – or at least hoped – that it wouldn’t get much bigger when hard…but those were human rules. What would happen after the transformation?

Soon, the big man was naked as the day he was born, and Ecius smirked at him. Thick fingers grabbed his chin from where they rested on the frame, making him look up at the other’s smirking face.

“You will watch, human. I want you to see what you will become.”

“Fine. Just hurry, damnit.”

“Enjoy giving this order, Clyde. It’s the last one that you’ll ever give.”

He felt the change before he saw it, feeling Ecius’s nails pressing against his cheeks and growing sharper by the second. He winced, shaking his head as he tried to pull back, but the black man’s grip was too tight. The nails turned to points, and then to sharp tips, and as he looked down, he saw a tawny, soft fur spreading along the back of the big man’s hand, spreading down from the dark, sharp claws that had replaced his nails.

[i]It’s real…it’s real, alright…no more imagining…no chance to turn back…[/i]

The reality of the situation crashed down on him as he watched the fur spreading up Ecius’s arm, feeling the smirk continue to beam off of the big man’s face. The fur was pushed out by growing muscle, giving his ‘doctor’ a bulkier appearance than ever as it spread up his arms and then across his shoulders. He looked up, staring as the fur continued to sprout, covering the dark skin with a light gold, and then darkening to more of a tawny color afterwards.

Further and further it spread, and as Ecius growled, he grew. The were-lion stretched, arching his back as his body seemed to be pulled from the head to the toes, stretching upwards by inches at a time. Cracks of bones snapping and reforming filled the air, and he winced in sympathetic pain as he imagined how that felt…how it would feel to him, when he started changing.

A shudder ran down his spine as he realized that the big man was getting not just stronger, but longer between the legs. That thick, black cock was rising up, pulling up from the sack it lay against, and soon smacked against Ecius’s belly. Clyde stared as it didn’t harden, but still grew, getting thicker, longer, stretching out as if someone had pulled it by the tip and then kept tugging past what any person could stretch to. The black flesh started to lighten, turning pink in a complete disregard for the tint of the rest of the lion’s skin, and the head started narrowing.

What relief he felt faded as bumps began to grow along the lion’s cock, turning to miniature barbs as it went on. He pulled back, or tried to, suddenly reminded of his restraints as he was forced back against the frame.

“What…what are those?”

“Barbs, human…barbs to rake the hole of my new little bitch.”

“I’m not…you can’t think I can take that.”

“You will. Often.”

“But –”

“But that will not be your cure.”

He looked up from the forming sheath around the lion’s cock, staring at the changing face. Ecius was so far above him now, a foot taller than he had been, and still growing. The human’s face had changed, and continued to change, that strong jaw pushing forward and warping around a growing muzzle, flat teeth popping out of his face to be replaced by pointed fangs. His nose was darkening amidst the fur that sprouted along his face, and thin, silvery whiskers slowly spread out, illuminated by the light above.

It wasn’t until Ecius was leaning in, face so close to his neck, that Clyde realized how his cure was to be done. The points of the fangs nudged his neck, the lion adjusting himself twice to different places, before they settled, the points almost piercing. A low, rumbling growl made them vibrate against his neck, and he shivered.

“Please…”

The lion chuffed beneath him, his tail slowly pushing out into view for Clyde, and then, the bite came.

He screamed in pain as his neck felt like it was getting ripped open, four deep fang punctures ripping into the side and front of his neck. He gurgled as the blood ran down into his throat, feeling like he was getting drowned in hot water. His hands curled into fists as he tried to pull himself free, bruising his wrists from the start, and only managing to hurt himself more as he wriggled and squirmed.

The lion held the bite, and he felt a different heat running down into him a few seconds later, a much, much more painful one. It reminded him of a party over a decade ago, when someone thought it would be fun to break out the branding irons and he’d had an unfortunate experience with it, burning his asshole while he was drunk. It had scoured and burned and left him aching for days, even if in the moment it almost felt clean before the pain came in.

It was like that, but a hundred times worse, burning through his neck, and then down in his body. He barely noticed the teeth coming out of his skin, only feeling pain as the fire burned in his lungs. Each breath felt like he was spewing flames like a furnace, and every inhalation like he was swallowing the sun. He coughed and spluttered, no longer able to stop himself as he heaved and coughed, gasping for breath as phlegm came rocketing out. Yellow, brown, even red as he coughed up infection, spitting it onto the ground as the lion stepped out of the way.

“It’s started, human. Let’s see if you’ll live through it.”

He barely understood what was going on, pain making him scream when he wasn’t coughing up more rancid, oily goo. It wasn’t even coughing anymore, almost closer to vomiting it up and spewing it over the ground. He could hardly breathe, his ribs aching, tensing –

CRACK!

“AGH!”

One, two ribs broken, as his muscles squeezed down, the spasms spreading all across his body as the lion’s bite wracked him with ‘curative’ pain. He arched his back, feeling something strain in his spine, his arms feeling like they were on the verge of breaking as he spasmed and shook in his bindings. His throat hurt, feeling like razor blades had scratched him from the back of his mouth to his stomach, and the coughing wouldn’t stop.

He spat out another mouthful of red, the puddle growing on the floor as he trembled, another rib cracking. He was so…so…

Hot.

[i]Not…not cold…hot…[/i] The opposite of how he’d been feeling, no longer so bad. But so much pain. So much PAIN!

“Heh, you’re not dead yet. You might just get through this.”

“AAAAAAAAGH!”

“Yes, scream it out, human…scream your humanity away.”

The spasms went on for another few minutes, he wasn’t sure how much longer. He could feel the fire spreading through his body, burning up his nerves, burning away his ability to feel, his ability to touch. All he felt was heat, for minutes on end…and then it slowly started to fade away. A few more mouthfuls of slop were spat out on the ground, and his breath came in raggedy edges, but he…he was slowly…

Claws grabbed him by the hips, points puncturing his skin. The pain brought him back, told him he could feel, and he yelped as he felt the tip of a cock pressing between his ass cheeks.

“Wait…wait! It’s not –”

“If you lived through that, you’ll live through the rest. I’ve waited, and now, I’ll be paid.”

Clyde tried to speak, but it was too late. That pointed tip slammed inside of him, the bumps raking over his inner walls…and there was something else.

As he tried to speak, he felt sharp points in his mouth where there’d never been anything before. He shivered, shaking his head, trying to dismiss it…but no, it was there. His tongue was bleeding from it, and as he tried to stick it out, he felt something else. A pain, a tugging, and a pushing at the same time, like someone had hooked their fingers into his nose and pushed a hand against the inside of his skull at the same time. He screamed as his nose and his lips started pulling forward, dragged out from his face by some unseen force. His eyes clenched tight, trying to deny the reality, but there was no getting away from it.

As that thick cock plundered his ass, getting heavier and thicker towards the base, and those claws ripped his hips to shreds with their sharp tips, he felt more and more changes happening. His ears felt like some old granny had grabbed them, pulling them upwards, dragging them along the sides of his head like some naughty children being pulled out of the room. That grip on the end made them feel pointed, rather than rounded, and they got longer as they were pulled upwards.

“That’s it…no more humanity for you…just a beast for me.”

He shivered at the thought, but the heated prickles of his fur growing kept it from holding his attention for long. Rocked back and forth by the hard thrusts from behind, he could only stare as his bald muzzle started growing fur, soft and tawny, but so heavy and thick at the same time. The tickling feeling of his whiskers growing out of his cheeks distracted him for a second, but not for long. Not nearly long enough.

Clyde screamed as he was shoved down on the frame again, feeling his ‘doctor’ slamming in again and again, the were-lion ruthless in his fucking, his taking of him. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All he could do was take it, feel it ramming into him again and again. The barbs were rough, almost like soft sandpaper against his prostate. Not ripping it, but abrading it again and again, forcing his cock to get hard against his will to the pleasure and the pain at the same time.

Red lines ran down his legs from the puncture marks of the were-lion’s claws, and he shivered as he felt it running along his thighs, down to his knees, running along the undersides of his feet before the growing fur kept it from spreading further. Instead, he felt soaked fur, patches of it matting down from the rough rutting that he was getting, and he growled in pain.

The fur had spread from his head down his arms and his back, down his thighs to his knees, before the next change hit him. He arched his back as he heard the cracks, the crunches of bone changing. His ribs no longer hurt, the bones healing in there, but his arms, his back –

“AGH!”

He screamed as his arms suddenly extended, three inches longer than they had been. The bindings barely held, squeezing down on his forearms rather than his wrists, forearms that were growing and swelling the whole time. The constant rocking as he was fucked wasn’t helping, either, making him bounce and drag on the bindings, making them pull him back and ripping through his fur, cutting into him before the change healed the damage up.

His breath came in fits and spurts as Ecius took him, ripping up his ass almost as much as the bindings ripped up his arms and legs, and healing just as fast. Every time he thought he was used to it, some new pain of the transformation hit him.

CRACK!

Another scream as his legs and feet started changing, his heel rising higher and his foot bones changing to a different configuration. He shuddered, the bindings breaking as there was no longer a shape for them to hold, his growing toes melting together and changing number, growing claws scraping at the padded panels along the ground. Clyde could hardly breathe, his tongue a mauled piece of meat in his mouth from how often he’d bitten it by accident.

“Heh, take it, thrall…take your ‘cure’ and learn your place.”

His place. There was no place for him in the outside world now, not like this. There was no chance of being able to go to those parties, no chance to live the high life any longer. He wasn’t the top dog, but the bottom pussy. He was…he was…

He roared, the sound echoing back at him as he felt like something had just punched out from his spine. His tail, he realized, shivering as he felt it worming up behind his back, running along his lower spine between him and Ecius. The bigger lion’s thrusts were pounding it into him, cracking his tail so that it didn’t form quite right, making it hurt more as he was stretched and fucked and changed.

The fur had spread all over him, by then, his entire body covered by fur. His cock, throbbing against his belly, had the strange feeling of being molded, like some invisible hands were changing its shape. He remembered watching the flesh growing up around the base of Ecius’s cock, the way that the tip had narrowed, and he shivered and tensed at the mental image of his own cock going through the same change. It had been a good cock; why couldn’t he keep it?

Teeth at his neck forced him back to the moment, a bite that pierced through his skin as his mane started to grow. Even as the fur kept growing, getting thicker and thicker, he felt the burning heat of those teeth, the way that they held him down, the way that they claimed him for the bigger lion. He screamed and roared as Ecius humped harder, faster, hard muscles slapping against his furred ass as the lion claimed him…and filled him.

He didn’t cum as the lion behind him did, only whimpered as he was filled to the brim with thick, heavy seed. His body trembled, clenching up and shaking as he was marked as the property of the bigger lion, and he didn’t dare say anything. Those teeth in his throat felt like they would rip him a new one if he did anything that wasn’t commanded of him, and he was still…changing.

CRACK! CRACK!

The frame snapped beneath him as he grew those last few inches, his arms and legs so much bigger than they had been, his shoulders broader, his height greater. He loomed over his memory of his former self, and though he shuddered at the bestial form he’d been given…it was better. It was still [i]living.[/i]

The teeth finally withdrew, Ecius coughing slightly before spitting up a hairball on the floor. Clyde started to step away –

“Stay.”

He stopped in mid-step, his body frozen in obedience to the lion’s command. How? He didn’t know, but he didn’t bother trying to find out. Everything was so huge, everything felt so…different. The air stank with the smell of sick, and his head swam with the different feeling of being so much taller, so much…stronger.

And hornier…

His cock was still throbbing hard, and he looked down at it to finally see what had happened. It was bigger than his old one, by far, probably by at least four inches. Maybe even as much as five. Not quite as big as Ecius’s by some way, but that was about what he expected, considering what he’d started with. He reached down, fondled it, rolled it in his hand, and groaned as it throbbed with need. He started to squeeze it –

“Stop.”

The one-word command did the same as the previous one, freezing him in place before his hand moved back to his side. There was no disobeying the lion before him, no holding himself to anything but the other’s commands.

[i]So…this is what he meant by being a thrall…this is the other payment,[/i] Clyde thought, finally putting it together. The payment of cash was just to give him a way to value what he was getting. This…this was an entirely different style of life, particularly considering what he’d been like before. Throwing parties, buying bitches, bringing in men of all sorts as long as they’d offer up their ass or more for him…

And now, he was the one on the bottom, and he was the one that had to pay with his body. There was no getting out of it.

He looked up at the other were-lion, and Ecius chuckled.

“You understand, don’t you?”

“Yes…”

“You are nothing but a thrall. My thrall. I’ll ensure you have space to serve, as you should. But from now on, your life, your money, everything you have…is mine.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you regret it?”

He thought about it, and slowly shook his head.

“I don’t. It’s life. Anything is better than dying.”

“Do you want it?”

“Not really, but it’s better than dying. If that means taking your dick up my ass every day, it’s not a bad price to pay. I’ve paid others for it…guess this is karma.”

“No, thrall. It’s me. Remember that. Now…on your hands and knees, thrall.”

“What?”

Yet he was already going down, already bending over for the big lion. His tail went up and as soon as he was in position, Ecius was already behind him, already grinding against his ass cheeks, that dick already rubbing against his dripping hole. Clyde shuddered as the barbs raked the flesh around his ass, and a small blush burned on his cheeks as the lion stroked a claw under his chin.

“We lions can go for hours…again, and again, and again…without ever getting tired. It’s part of being a feline. Here’s hoping your ass can take it, thrall; I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied.”

With no further warning, Ecius took him, and Clyde screamed in pleasure and in pain. It rocked him forward, almost pushing his head against the ground, his mane flopping about all over the place…

And he came.

Great gouts of seed came shooting free of his cock, starting white and human, and turning yellow and bestial. It splashed all about his legs, all over the floor, and he moaned as Ecius’s constant thrusting forced him to keep on cumming and cumming. He clenched down, not sure if he was trying to stop the big lion or keep him going, but it definitely kept those thrusts hammering away at his prostate.

His master leaned over him, pressing him down with muscle and weight, and slowly he went down, unable to bear the bigger feline. His chest soaked in the puddle of cum beneath him, and some of it squelched beneath his chin as he was pinned in place.

Rutted, fucked, used…this was to be his place for the rest of his life. As his hole ached and burned, as his cock throbbed back to life under Ecius’s relentless assault, Clyde knew his opinion was changing.

He couldn’t live with this…but he could learn to love it.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]