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All in all, Chad decided, the bachelor party had turned out incredibly well. He grinned at the flickering shadows down the corridors he'd sent his "victims", his dirty mind imagining the intensely sexual shenanigans that the guys were probably up to now that they'd been claimed. The only one Chad felt even a little bad about was Dean, and that was purely for selfish reasons: one last indulgence would have made the night perfect for him. As for Dean, the man of honour himself, Chad knew he'd complain and struggle against it at first, but Dean's bull-headedness would just make his eventual form all the more appropriate. Chad had first-hand experience with Dean's enjoyment of hot, sweaty "man-time" with some well-toned males. "Maybe these ones are a little hairier than you're used to, Dean," Chad thought as his grin sharpened, "but those minotaur studs are right up your alley."

He wondered what Dean would look like the next time they met, trying to picture Dean bigger, buffer and more bovine. The front of Chad's pants shifted as his sleeping python squirmed back into life. The nagging need to satisfy his part of the deal had somehow tempered his cock-hunger, but now, with everything going off without a hitch, he could waste as much time as he liked imagining Dean, all settled into his new monstrously muscled minotaur body. Chad's thumb wiped the drool off his lips, his tongue stabbing out to taste the sweat. He hummed happily to himself. Clive said it might take a couple of days for Dean to get really settled in, but Chad could be patient: it was better to share him than to lose him to That Bitch's tentacle-grip. "Besides, I've got my reward to claim."

"Once you've delivered everyone, come back the way you came in. Stick to the left, the maze will guide you back to me." The paper with the instructions on it was still folded up in his back pocket. The contents made it clear it wasn't the type of document a wholly innocent man left lying around, so Chad had tucked it into his back pocket. He pulled it out now, carefully smoothing it against his leg. He liked the feel of the paper: it was specially made in some old way. The letter that had summoned him here, to talk face-to-face about the details for the night's events.

Chad wasn't sure what position Clive held: if he was owner or just the manager, it was never made clear. Not that it matter; he was the guy who took him on his first tour. Chad had booked the place as a lark, but meeting Clive had got him to wonder if maybe the place hadn't just called out to him. "I can tell you're a guy who's not afraid to go after what - or who - you want," Clive said, grinning to show off some age-yellowed teeth. Oddly enough, that hadn't been a turn-off: Clive was old, and would have never been attractive, but he had a captivating presence. It kept Chad strangely relaxed as Clive showed him around the dungeons, introducing him to representatives of all of the monster groups. They were hungry for "fresh meat", and a stag party was exactly the all-you-can-eat buffet they were after. They went back to Clive's office - Chad remembered feeling similarly hot there as well - and he'd just felt like talking to the old guy. Before he knew, he was staring up as Clive leaned up against his desk, Chad feeling his arms lifting up to his shirt as his pants tented dramatically.

Afterwards, Chad only remembered feeling pleasantly foggy-minded and sticky; he'd gone back to his car barely-dressed, with the instruction paper clutched in his hand along with half his closed. It was the same hand that he now traced along the wall, following the turns that would supposedly take him back to Clive's office. He remembered it suddenly, his body refilling with the same tingly feeling he'd had after some apparently mind-blowing sex with Clive.

Chad scratched at the side of his neck. His fingers came away damp; Chad knew it was warm down here, and his aroused body was probably heating up, but was surprised that he was this sweaty already. "Narrow tunnels. Burning torches. Heat gets trapped down here I guess. Still..." He looked down, frowning at the tight shirt clinging to his toned body. It felt tight - too tight - especially with his trousers becoming increasingly snug.

A deep chuckle oozed over Chad's shining teeth, a primal laugh of success. Dean's engagement was now trashed, and he'd been unburdened of any pesky needs Chad simply didn't understand. He lifted his hands up, squeezing the button through the hole. It popped open, sweat trickling between the cleft of his firm, smooth pectorals. In the strange half-light from the flickering torches, a deep blush had blossomed across his skin. Puffs of musky steam wafted up to his nose, Chad's nostrils inviting them in.

After a few more steps, Chad undid another button, pulling the sides of his shirt open to let his pecs breathe a little. His hands slid over them, pushing the sweaty muscles together with a satisfying wet squelch. Body heat burned against his hands. Chad moaned into the otherwise-empty corridor. It felt so good to be touched: he hoped the "reward" Clive promised might mean more of that intensely satisfying sex that left you unsure of what exactly happened, only that it was very, very, very good. "If not, I'm gonna need to hook up as soon as I get out of here." He panted, thinking back on some of the monster representatives he met. Theo appealed to him in the same way Dean did; then there was that hot cat guy with the tentacles - Chad imagined he could use those very well - and the satyr that had been sent along was just adorable and appealed to Chad's desire for turning good boys bad. "If I didn't know what would happen if I fucked one of those monster guys..." Chad sighed again.

Another couple of buttons came loose. Chad's shirt flapped around as he staggered forward, almost drunk. He winced; the satin boxers feeling unforgivably tight against his engorged cock. The tight jeans showed off his ass nicely, and his bulge when he was still flaccid, but now his shaft was as stiff as he could get without exploding. He knew he could reach down there, unzip his pants and let his erection spring out, but he just couldn't take his hands off of himself. His skin sizzled, almost unbearably hot but somehow intensely sensitive at the same time. Touching his firm six-pack was like rubbing his knob with his foreskin completely pulled back, when it was covered with natural or artificial lubricant, the flesh sliding warm and slippery under his hands in the same way his sweat was doing to him now.

If it weren't for the promise of overwhelming bodily ecstasy waiting for him, Chad would have had to stop to satisfy himself. It would have been fairly novel: since he'd become an adult, he rarely spent a night alone. Dean wasn't Chad's only pan on the fire; he had a lot of "friends" with hot, steamy benefits. Fortunately he'd not been put into the position where he had to choose; Dean's engagement had been the first time he'd almost lost one of his toys, and that had been averted.

The remaining buttons came away with one slide of Chad's hand down the middle, moving down to grab at the bulge. He had to stop then, unable to breathe or move for that second when his body snatched control away from him. He ruined the shirt, but didn't care; Chad needed it off. Wriggling and writhing, he escaped its confines, his torso glinting hot and red. The shirt got shoved down the back of his pants, a false tail that drooped down behind him. Chad rubbed himself over like he was in the shower, enjoying the sensation of skin against sweaty skin. He wasn't as big as Dean, nor wanted to be: he enjoyed the athleticism and flexibility that his more slender body allowed. "Besides," he'd told Dean on a couple of occasions, "why bother having a big body of my own when I can just borrow yours when I want?"

Stumbling suddenly on a loose stone, Chad's laughter was cut short as he rushed to brace himself. His hands flew out, away from his hot body to slap right onto the cold stones. His ass rocked backwards, rubbing up against the seat of his pants. Their tightness around his privates made him wince as his knees bent forward to take the shock, his ankles lifting up off the floor and grazing against the back of his shoes.

For a moment, Chad felt overwhelmed. He was seized by either a memory or some potent fantasy that felt more real than reality. Bent over on the floor, his fingers curled up into fists, fingernails scraping on his raw palms as the skin on his hands rebuked him angrily for his clumsiness. Chad felt naked, the ghost of some savage cock railing his raised, exposed ass. He felt loose, external heat plunging into his insides. His erection thrashed about like a trapped animal in his pants, excitement leading to a warm oozing spot on the fabric at the tip of his tent. Phantom claws scraped at his hips as he pushed himself back up onto his feet. The feeling dissipated. With all his duties as best man, Chad realised it had been a fairly long time since he'd gotten a good fucking.

Feeling even more tingly than before, Chad exhaled, his stinging hands sliding his belt out. He could not take another step as aroused as he was without letting his cock free. Nothing in these tunnels would complain if he was caught with his pants down, or at least loose enough for everything to be on display. With relief, he unzipped, reaching in to fish his shaft out.

Chad yelped. His hand came in contact with thick hair bristling out of him, and odd hard ridges on his cock. Worried that he might have damaged his equipment, he quickly squirmed his pants down. He kept sliding them all the way down as he tried to take in the entirety of the surprise at once. The hair wasn't just on his cock, the black bristly hairs covered all of his legs. No inch seemed spared as he lowered his pants. That was weird enough; what was stranger was the ways his legs seemed stranger below the knee. His calves seemed determined to slide out of his shoes, unable to quite stay wedged in there properly. That was small potatoes, though, compared to the real problem.

Not that Chad had anything against a big set of male genitals, but these didn't seem exactly human. He'd not run into a human cock yet whose skin was lined with heavy ridges. They weren't just folds, either; his hands were expert at holding what was supposed to be soft, but firm, flesh. His manhood had proper ridges. The way the tip jabbed out was almost animal-like, sliding out of a foreskin-like sheath as it throbbed and dripped in his grip.

Squirming free of his pants and his shoes, Chad quickly checked. He grabbed the paper, and read it again. He just couldn't understand why he was transforming: he hadn't had sex with any of the monsters - the satyr seemed the closest match to what he was seeing - so he was annoyed that he should be changing, like all of the other guests.

The paper crumpled in Chad's grip. Heavy, fuzzy balls swung between his legs as he now made his way completely nude. Anger washed over him: it was one thing to change if he'd wanted this - and with how handsome, or adorable, or just plain hot some of the monster-men were, he might have seen the appeal - but to get this without all of the fun seemed like a cruel joke. The only one he'd had sex with was Clive, and he didn't even remember that at all.

Being driven forward by a cocktail of arousal and anger, Chad crashed ahead, ignoring the strange feeling he had of trying to walk on feet changing beneath him. He wasn't familiar with goats or their hind legs, but after meeting a satyr face-to-face, and seeing him walking around, he could see some of those same shapes happening as the flesh of his toes started to clump together. "Why is this happening?" he snapped at the air. "At least give me the fucking choice! I could have let those minotaurs fuck me and spend the evening with Dean..."

Chad kept stumbling over, but he was too stubborn to stop. This was not what he wanted at all, and he was going to make sure Clive was very aware of this. Old or no, strangely hot or no, he was going to grab the guy by his wrinkled sack and squeeze until he got some answers. There must be some way to stop his transformation.

His growing toenails clacked on the stones. Chad could see the hoof shapes pushing out now; it was hard to miss. He almost missed seeing the door ahead of him; might have missed it if a splinter from the wood hadn't jammed itself into his finger. Even more angry, he rammed his body against the door.

Chad couldn't remember the route he had taken on his first visit to Clive's office, but the office itself was very familiar. There wasn't a lot of paperwork or computers or other business equipment around the place; this seemed more like a place where he met clients. Besides, Chad thought angrily, if your office was mainly a private place for you to fuck guys, you didn't want a lot of actually important stuff littering the place.

Other than the desk, a couple of chairs and the fireplace, the room was bare. Clive was sitting in one of the chairs in front of the fireplace, his feet resting on the other. The fireplace was the only light source in the room, and it made Clive seem like he was trapped in some unfinished painting. He was naked, and staring at him - a normal nude old man - confusing and infuriated Chad more. There was no way someone like that would have left him feeling so satisfyingly empty after sex.

Slamming the door behind him, Chad groaned. His flesh seemed to tear, and massive horns suddenly burst out from his temples. Black and fearsome, they twisted around unnaturally. "Those aren't goat's horns," Chad suddenly realised. An icy feeling stilled his anger; he stepped back, trying to backtrack, only to find that he rapidly-growing horns prevented him from heading back out the door. His horns smacked up against the top instead.

The iciness melted, and Chad surged forward. "Clive! What the fuck is this?! I-"

It was like heavy metal chains had just been clamped to Chad's goatish legs. He almost stumbled again, only the same confining weight was suddenly squeezing on his arms. He looked away from Clive, staring down at the floor. Strange red light shot out from the floor, like illuminated hands that grabbed onto his limbs. Struggling, he felt his eyes wander around the floor. There looked to be something that he hadn't noticed before; he couldn't have, not with just the fireplace lighting up the area. There seemed to be something drawn on some of the stones in the floor.

Clive turned around slowly, staring at Chad. "Oh! It's you! Welcome back! How did everything go?"

"Look at me!" Chad boomed, thrashing with renewed energy against his constraints. "This wasn't part of the deal! I wasn't supposed to change!"

"Precisely," the edge of Clive's face that Chad could see had a pleased smile that Chad did not like.

"Then what is this?!" Chad demanded, twisting and straining at his shackles.

"I'm not surprised you forgot." Clive's voice had that pleasing, firm, fatherly tone in it, only now its magic seemed to have weakened on Chad. "Guys like you are always very selective with how you interpret things. I warned you that this place made men monsters. You seem to forget that that applied to you as well."

Chad's eyes were drawn to Clive's hand, which started to move. Its silhouette moved quickly, and a sharp snap reverberated around the room. "You were so very eager to hand your associates over, I knew immediately what kind of monster suited you. Their initiation's a little rough, but they were more than willing to have you. Lucky for you, I made sure the two of us had an agreement signed. You've gotten what you want - your toy-boy forever - and now that you're back I get what I want."

Sulphurous smoke filled the air. A gush of heat washed over Chad, one blast shooting right up between his legs, jostling around his balls and reminding him of how very erect he was. His head started to throb; it was worse than the pain from the rapid growth of his horns. He was changing again, only this time it wasn't physical. He didn't completely realise it until the talon-tipped hand slapped down on his red, burning shoulder.

Clive got out of the chair, the creak of the wood barely audible to Chad, who was turning to see the creature that had just appeared next to him, the creature he now remembered meeting that day where he thought that Clive and he had done it, realising just how wrong he had been. "Fuck!" he said, realising that he had played himself; between his first and second meetings with the demon, he hadn't actually been human at all.

"He remembers?" The speakers horns seemed to glow, red lightning criss-crossing over their black surfaces. A spiky black mane of hair surrounded the blood-red face that was just human enough for the lusty grin not to seem too out of place. The yellow eyes hungered for him, the long tongue salivating as it crossed over his mouth, oblivious to the sharp spiky teeth sprouting from both jaws.

The demon turned his head, nodding at the old naked man shuffling towards the door. "Clive! You don't intend to stick around?"

"Not this time," Clive confessed. "This one bores me. He's pretty enough, I suppose, but he is kind of stupid."

The demon laughed, slapping Chad's changed shoulders with a hearty slap. They had grown sore, struggling against the magic chains. "Fuck-boys don't need to be smart, Clive. They just need to know their place."

Chad felt the talons curl into his shoulder. Had he been human, he thought, the skin might have been split. Only now he, too, was a demon, and they seemed to be made of stronger stuff. Either that, or he had been tailored to take a pounding. A ridged spike the size of a baseball bat rubbed up against his back. He could now remember exactly who had left him so stretched and empty once he'd gone out.

Clive shrugged. "I'll warn you, he's got a stubborn, possessive streak. You'll need to train that out of him, and I'm sure you'll manage that on your own. I need to go around and make some introductions: nine new residents in one night isn't a normal haul, so I'm going to have a busy few days making sure everything's in top working order. That's not going to leave me in a fun mood. But you enjoy the room, and I'll see you later, I suppose?"

"See ya!" The demon didn't wait, shoving Chad down. He expected to fall to the ground, and braced himself as best he could while being magically chained up, but the hot, smoky air seemed to thicken and he didn't hit the stones that he knew should have been underneath him. In fact, from the moment he fell off his hooves, the ground seemed to disappear entirely. Swirls of deep orange-red light and greyish blackness surrounded Chad. The smoke enveloped him utterly; he spun about.

A heavy weight landed on his back. Demon hooves forced in between his arms; Chad tried to shift his limbs to make room, but the magic constraints had changed, forcing him on all fours. Now being ridden by the demon as they continued to tumble through the smoke, Chad couldn't help but get aroused. The demon had primed his body to react to his touch; he remembered that vividly now that his memory was unlocked. His own spiky, demonic cock shuddered, with smoky hands seeming to reach out of the smoke and grasp it. Power oozed from the demon's fat sack resting on his back, stirring up the unending lust of an immortal demon in him.

Chad had felt horny before. He'd gone cruising, aching - or so he judged then in his naivety - for cock. This was beyond any human understanding: he felt weak, his body shaking, because he wasn't servicing his master. Some of his chains were invisible; the strongest went deep into his mind. The worst thing was now, when the demon just wanted to play with him. Obedience wasn't enough; he had been made addicted to the capricious whims of the demon, with no way of knowing how long that would last.

They slammed to a stop; Chad expected to hit a hard surface, but instead he landed on a pile of demon flesh. The weight of his master slammed him into a sprawl; the chains on his limbs were gone, but the ghost of them was there. The flesh smelled of brimstone and ejaculate. His face was pressed into some demon's asshole, his tongue automatically sliding out, toying with the hole slamming up and down into his face.

"Master!" the demonic chorus called out.

"Slaves!" Chad's master announced, climbing off of his back. He moaned: the gap between their bodies hurting more than anything the fall could give to him. "I change my commands! Now, you may ejaculate... but only into him. He will not be able to ejaculate until I am satisfied. Use him as you see fit."

At that announcement, the demonic slave horde descended upon him. Chad was amazed that he wasn't torn apart. For a moment, he thought that being a demon was quite fortunate in that regard; then he realised that only meant any personal restraints - if any were left - were gone.

His holes were the first to be claimed.

A particularly fat, well-endowed demon grabbed his legs, smashing his bulk into the widening gap between Chad's legs. The huge cock, just as spiky and ridged as their master, slammed into his ass, loosening it up slowly and angrily through a set of hard, impatient thrusts. The demon's hands grasped and clawed at him as he was pushed onto his belly.

Another demon: a relatively small one, although one who looks like half his body was made up of his genitals, grasped Chad's face, hugging it as Chad opened his mouth. Despite his assistance, his jaw was still jerked apart, the space in his throat being obliterated by the demonic manhood spearing through it. Chad closed his eyes, the imp-like demon grabbing his horns for leverage for his spasmodic thrusting.

The other demons, primed beyond human reason, tried to get creative. Chad felt his hands forcefully shaped into more holes, slimy barbed cocks sliding through them as demons clamped his hands between theirs and their erections. Others tried to fuck his armpits, or humped the gaps between him and the other demons that had already. Chad let himself be pulled in every direction: he would be torn apart otherwise.

Had Chad been able to, he would have moaned out as the demons filled him with their lustful energies. It hurt, yes, but it was nothing that his new body didn't seem to be able to manage. Although he only remembered being a demon for a few moments, he knew instinctively that he could not blame them for their forcefulness; if the tables were turned, he would not hold back.

It was more than that he knew that his body could take it, though; Chad wanted to take it. Wanting to fight them off, or feeling traumatised by the assault, were things he understood, but in an oddly abstracted way, as though they could only happen to someone else. Even thinking about those emotions felt strange. What was being done to him - no, what he was partaking in - was something to be enjoyed. There was something weirdly arousing about being the attention of so many horny males, all of them hungering for him, even if it was just at their common master's command. Chad had been in orgies before, but never one where he was the sole recipient of all of the attention.

Chad couldn't see it, but his body knew that his master was watching him intensely. All that sexual energy, he wondered; why did his master want it. He couldn't ask, of course - the very idea made his tongue feel as thick and swollen as the cocks ramming into him - but in the privacy of his mind, he could fantasise in a thousand perverted ways. The feeling of eyes upon him, watching him being used, the feeling of excited, yet cold, approval, felt like an ice cube melting on his nipples. His cock was throbbing like the frantic heart of a hunted beast, it was slick with pre-cum and sweat, and yet the intensity just grew, obliterating out everything else but the feeling of the eyes and the bodies and the cocks.

And then the fluids.

Demon's ejaculate was as hot as lava, but Chad's demon flesh relished the heat. The scent of the first hot gushes seemed to set off a chain reaction. Chad choked on it, trying to swallow the potency down. It was so thick, he could barely breathe; his ass and mouth both burning, his cramped hands becoming slippery holes coated with slime that leaked through the fingers, filling them. The thrusting continued, although he could feel the combative energy for his body growing again, the demons scenting the others having climaxed.

Some weren't willing to wait: a demon climbed over him, sitting right on his cock. Chad felt the struggle around his waist, then his cock was freed again, but his ass was not. He felt the second penis jabbing above the first, embedded deeply inside him as it gushed its hot, yellowish fluid into Chad's insides. The large cock inside him was still very erect despite how long it had been ejaculating; Chad had never taken two cocks at once, but the novelty appealed to him and he was curious as to how much further his body could be used. "Guess I'll find out!" he thought excitedly, body gyrating as the second demon cock pushed through his straining ring.

The orgy continued: when one demon was finished, another would soon take his place. If there was anything human left inside Chad, it was burned away until a near-continuous flood of demonic seed pumping into him. Chad's balls throbbed, aching with fullness, as though his body was simply a vessel for all of their ejaculate to accumulate into, to be expelled in one giant orgasm that was yet to come. His mouth, his ass, his hands were numb, coated with whatever his body could not contain or had managed to escape his body.

Chad lost count of how many demons used him. He was pounded into and thrust into for maybe hours, maybe days; there was no way to tell the time. His memory of the human world fragmented, drowned in cum. Everything outside of the dungeon dissolved. The name "Chad" had no meaning for him. All he was was his master's creature. The only thing he retained was the aching hunger he had for the creatures he had helped to corrupt, a yearning desire to obey so that he would be sent back to the mortal realm to partake in earthly delights.

Lying in a massive puddle of spent demons, he was wrenched free. His body was bloated, but buzzing so that the merest touch made him moan.

It was his master's turn.

He felt the massive demonic cock slide into his hole, filling him up with one slick thrust. Wrapping his hooves around his master's waist, he rode it. He was not tired in the slightest, not with his master needing to be serviced. The master demon grabbed his throbbing free erection, and he moaned.

The master commanded, "Prove to me you are worthy."

He knew exactly what his master wanted. Using the energy of the demonic seed pumping through his body, he threw himself forward. His yellow eyes burned, his taloned hands smashing into his master's strong muscles. Pushing off his master's body, he rocked back and forth. Now that his body had been redesigned for a sole purpose, it was time for the energy that had been collected into him to come out.

Waiting for the sign from his master - the opening of his large, slightly muzzle-like mouth - his control began the pooling of the demonic seed in him. His genitals bulged and throbbed like an infernal heart as his body concentrated it, his insides becoming white-hot. Flames licked across his skin, orange and red, white and blue, streaking up him as the heat radiating from his eyes became more intense. He stared at his master, the jocular smirk on the gaping face somehow growing as his own eyes burned brightly.

"Now!"

The command seized his body. Flames burst out of his mouth as he screamed in ecstasy. A continual gush of ejaculate poured out of him as his master's mouth accepted it all, pouring down into him and filling him with that power. The idea of using it for his own did not occurred to him; it was too pleasing to feel his master swelling beneath him. The muscles bulged and throbbed, the cock swelled and drooled in his ass, the horns crackled with lightning that darted between him as he was fed on by his master. His ejaculate would have blinded any mortal who saw it, given how pure and concentrated it was in energy; but that no longer mattered, for everything that was human about him had been burned away long ago.

Left as almost nothing but a limp rag, he flopped weakly as his master crawled out from under him. "I knew you'd be fun." That approval energised him enough to turn over, crawl and kiss the black hooves of his master. He looked up, watching the veins bulging as his master flexed. He barely noticed the movement behind him; he was no longer the only demon prostrated before their master. "Show him the ropes; we've got souls to harvest!"

* * *

Clive yawned, retreating back to his office. He smiled, noticing the demons hadn't taken him up on his offer. He would never have admitted so, but he was always relieved when they went to do their business elsewhere. Scorch marks were always annoying to get out of the furniture, and he'd replaced too many rugs that he'd just stopped bothering.

Tonight had been a good haul. The leader of the rat-men gang was a bit miffed he didn't get more than one, and it had taken Clive a bit of persuading that he'd gotten his fair share. It wasn't too hard with another displacer beast, who was all too keen to get a chance to play with the rats. The cerberus was going to need something to counteract the fleas; he'd already put in an order for three flea collars from a supplier who specialised in modern services in medieval packages. The basilisks would need to be watched - they rarely got a chance at new blood, and it always seemed to make them more active, and he didn't want to spend time de-petrifying whole levels of the dungeon again. The cleaning schedule would need to be updated with another orc stomping around oozing everywhere; Clive considered maybe punishing the basilisks with that job if they got too annoying. He'd have to catch up with Theo tomorrow; from the sounds of their arena, they were still having fun. Settling in with some wine he'd gotten when he'd gone to meet the newest satyr, Clive cheered at another successful stag party.

Meanwhile, in a more normal pocket of space, several cars waited fruitlessly for their owners to return from a warehouse that was empty, and had been empty for some time.