HAWWpiest Place on Earth
Two lovers try out a new resort island but get more than they bargained for.
HAWWpiest Place on Earth Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Therealphil
Screams of excitement and the clatter of roller coasters echoed through the air well beyond the walls of the park while the early afternoon sunlight showered down across the island like a flood of orangey gold love. It was another beautiful day in the tropics, but for Chris and Phil it was like standing in paradise. The two men stood on the docks, gazing up at the Pleasure Island resort and theme park. They still couldn't believe they were actually here... or that such a place actually existed... because the screams of excitement spilling from the park were not those of children, but of men. There were no kids anywhere in sight, and according to the brochure there wouldn't be any on the entire island. This was Pleasure Island, a place free of responsibility, of care, of duty, of morals and restrictions.
Chris and Phil began making their way up the path toward the park, moving with the other new arrivals. A two dimensional painted wooden donkey stood at the edge of the park holding up a sign that stated 'You must be this old to enter' beneath which there was an eighteen. The Island had been set up in international waters, allowing it to set its own drinking age... not that it would have been a problem for Chris and Phil; they were old enough to drink in any country. The two walked through the front gates of the park, heading in deeper. They passed more painted donkey with slogans like "What HAWpens on Pleasure Island stays on Pleasure Island" and "Our Jack mascots are here to serve."
Phil and Chris continued on toward the main admission booth, gazing at each other. Chris was tall and willowy with an average build. His blond hair was wavy and cascaded almost down to his shoulders. He wore rounded edged rectangular glasses with thin frames and, like many tourists; a camera was always on his person. Phil was a bit shorter than Chris but his lean, lithe body was still strong and agile. His hair was much darker brown, long in the middle and tapered down at the sides until the hair around his ears was just as long as the brown chinstrap beard that followed his sideburns and jaw line with a single strip of a soul patch rising up his chin.
"Welcome to Pleasure Island." A young man said from in the booth as Phil and Chris moved up. They were both taken aback. The brown haired man had been given long, sloping donkey ears which tapered into fuzzy thick sideburns, though the ears were each pierced in about five places with four dangling earrings and a gauge spacer in each. His fingernails seemed to be painted black as well.
"Two please." Phil said, looking at the vinyl sticker telling them to place their hands on the board. Phil and Chris each put down their hand and the man in the booth rubbed a rubber stamp on an ink pad before he stamped the back of their hands. As the stamp was removed, each was emblazoned with a u shaped golden hoof print that glittered in the light. Chris and Phil grinned to each other before they held hands and headed around the booth, moving into the park itself. It was hard to see at first, but as the massive crowd spread out, Phil and Chris saw the massive scope of the park revealed before them. Dozens and dozens of rides were spread around the entrance beyond which were massive arrays of games. There were vendors selling candy apples, Pleasure Island trail mix, caramel carrots, pop corn, beer and wine.
Men moved around, hand in hand in the open, unafraid of judgment. Others drank or smoked openly. There seemed to be people from every country, every walk of life from farmers to bikers to thugs to hipsters. Phil and Chris looked around in wonder at everything before they caught sight of one of the mascots. The mascot was dressed in a big anthropomorphic donkey suit with big pointy ears, a long muzzle and hoof boots, the fake brown fur thick... but unlike mascots at children's parks, the Jack mascot had balls and a furry sheath as part of his costume. Phil and Chris exchanged a glance before chuckling.
"So, what first?" Chris asked.
"Let's go to the Ferris wheel, get a look at the whole place." Phil suggested.
"Sounds romantic." Chris said. Phil grinned at that and gave Chris a kiss before they moved off. With no tickets to count the wait lines were minimal. Before long Phil and Chris climbed into the Ferris wheel car and it began rolling, lifting them upwards. The two watched as the rest of the fairgrounds seemed to shrink beneath them and the horizon spread dramatically outward. They could see the dock, the cruise boat, but more than that they could see further inland on the island. The hotels, the rock climbing mountains, the jungles, the farmlands. It was a completely self sufficient Island, the only thing they ever needed from off shore was their work force. While the sights were amazing, Phil and Chris soon slid together, hip to hip, wrapping their arms around one another. They knew it was going to be an amazing vacation.
****
Phil and Chris chuckled as they moved into the Lampwick pub, arm in arm as they passed through the swinging half doors. While a lot of their closeness came from their affection for one another, they'd been up for hours on rides, playing games and generally carousing. Their feet were tired and it was just easier leaning against one another. They made their way across the bar, taking in the sights. The bar was dimly lit, but the lights that were there were a warm creamy white. The furniture seemed to be made of old wood, polished and laquered. Some of the tables had even been made out of barrels. Hay was spread across the bar floor, giving it an old world feel. Chris had been worried the bar would smell of sour beer or something worse, but if anything it smelled a bit spicy, almost musky, like sweat and fun.
"What can I get ya fellows?" The bartender asked, moving over as he polished a huge glass mug. Phil looked at Chris before glancing back.
"Two of your darkest lagers." Phil said. The bartender gave a nod and moved to fill it up, the dark brew streaming out into the mugs, sparkling in the dim light. It was practically as dark as Phil's hair. The mugs were slid across the bar and Phil and Chris caught them, their hearts fluttering in excitement. Phil lifted his glass to Chris and Chris did the same in turn.
"Here is to one of the best vacations two guys could ever have." Chris said.
"Here's to Pleasure Island." Phil replied, the two clinking glasses before they tipped them back. The golden brew rushed across their tongues, sending out sparks of delight into their brains, making them feel more content then they already had been. Phil shuddered as he lowered the mug, realizing he had drunk over half of it. He turned to look at Chris, watching in awe as his boyfriend chugged it down gulp after gulp before he gasped for breath and slammed his mug down.
"Another!" Chris said before he realized the words had left his mouth. Phil's jaw dropped open in awe, he'd never seen Chris drink like that before.
"You really must be excited..." Phil said. Chris turned to address Phil's question, but as he gazed into his boyfriend's eyes he leaned in, their lips met and soon they were kissing with the same frantic energy that Chris had used to down his beer. Phil trembled in delight, his inhibitions melting away. Soon their lips were plying against one another like never before. When the kiss finally ended it was for a breath, but Chris took a huge swig of his beer before he moved back to kiss Phil again. Phil's eyes went wide as the dark brew spilled into his mouth. He gulped it down as they kissed, feeling it rush to his head... both of them.
Phil and Chris were both so aroused, growing incredibly hard as they kissed. Phil reached out gently, his hand moving to start rubbing and caressing Chris's groin. Chris squirmed in delight, feeling the hand against his bulge, his shaft swelling harder and longer in his pants... but their cocks weren't the only part of them swelling. Slowly Chris and Phil's ears were stretching ever so slightly, gaining the faintest point to them, barely noticeable... just as unnoticeable as the thicker hair adorning their arms. It had grown just a bit longer over the course of the day, picking up a faint darker hue. At last Phil and Chris broke their kiss, panting as they gazed into each other's eyes. Phil grinned before he turned to the bartender.
"Another!" he said excitedly.
****
Phil's fingers clutched and dug into the rock hand hold, getting a good grip before he propelled himself upwards. He had to admit, the clingy spandex climbing outfit felt fantastic even if it left little to the imagination. The adrenaline coursing through his body was great, but not great as the lust that filled his blood. He glanced over to Chris, feeling like the luckiest man on the Earth. They were only on day two of their vacation and already they'd done more things than Phil could remember doing in an entire season back home, and it was only bringing out the best in them. Phil's arms were a bit thicker with muscle, Chris' chest was more defined and both had neglected to shave. A fine dusting of blond stubble covered Chris's face while Phil's chinstrap seemed thicker, brown stubble creeping up from the edges. They felt capable of doing so much more than they had before, even if they had banged up their fingers... At least that was the only explanation Chris could think of for why their fingers had turned from white to a light brown.
Chris put his hand over the upper edge before he pulled himself up, crawling onto flat, stable ground. He turned and offered his hand to Phil who took him up on it. Phil climbed up onto the top before he tackled Chris, pinning him. Phil moved to straddle his boyfriend, moving to kiss and suck on his bottom lip. Chris shivered in delight, loving how their stubble felt rubbing together. Chris reached his hand up Phil's shirt, sliding it over his abs until he found his mate's nipple. Soon he was pinching and twisting it, trying to push Phil over the edge.
"HahahaHAWWWhahahahHAWWW!" Phil laughed, grunting, humping harder. Chris moaned, his back arching before both men shuddered in delight. A thick, hot, musky wet spot spread out across their laps, staining their climbing clothes before Phil collapsed onto the chest of his partner. Even in his post orgasmic splendor, Phil nuzzled against Chris's chest, using his chin to draw the collar of his shirt down before licking the hair that had apparently grown over night. It should have felt strange to Phil that Chris had gotten so burly, but all he knew was that it was damn hot. Chris reached up and ran his fingers through Phil's hair, appreciating how very thick it was in the center.
As Chris played with Phil's hair, it seemed even longer in the center, almost as if it could be worked up into a faux hawk mane like the mascots around the park. Chris smirked at that before he pushed the thought aside and moved to kiss Phil's head. Phil melted against him, moving to kiss and suck on Chris's neck, sucking and slurping until a red spot appeared. It would have been the perfect moment, though Phil's pants had sagged a little lower. Over the past several hours his tailbone had started stretching away from his own body, curving and developing a fine coating of brown hairs. As Phil and Chris cuddled, Phil's tiny tail tried to waggle.
Slowly Phil pulled off of Chris and leaned down to the wet spot on Chris's singlet. His lips parted and his tongue emerged. He pressed his tongue to the spongy material until some of the pearly liquid leaked through. Phil lapped up some of the sperm, shuddering in bliss. Seeing how much fun he was having, Chris lunged and pushed Phil onto his back, pinning him... but Chris was unable to hold back his own desires. He looked at the thick brown patches of hair under Phil's arm and inhaled the musky scent before he leaned his head down, nuzzling under the arm. He started to sniff and lick Phil's pit hair, his tongue slurping all over the bush of brown.
As Chris drew the sweat in across his tongue, the musk blossomed in his mouth... but something else was happening as well. Chris's teeth were growing flat and blunt. Chris's nostrils flared, but while they had grown wider, they didn't contract again. Chris moved to lick at the thick curls of hair on Phil's chest before kissing his way back up to his mate's lips, slurping on and sucking them. The two had grown more passionate than ever before, though more strange changes had continued creeping up. Their ears were even more pointed, their toes continued to ache and throb, and they'd had to get rid of all the clothes they had brought with them in favor of things that would fit their expanded muscles.
"So what next?" Phil whispered, gazing into Chris's eyes.
"How about the water park? I hear they have one pool that's all beer..." Chris chuckled, still thinking of all the different ways to have fun.
"Sounds great!" Phil replied, giving the other side of Chris's neck a nip before they stood up and moved off on the second story of the climbing park.
****
The sun had descended into the ocean, revealing a sky rich with stars but the island was far from winding down. If anything it was growing even wilder. The sounds of a concert echoed out from further in the island, though the heavy metal singers almost sounded like they were braying into the microphones. Chris was taken aback by the beauty of the night. Strings of light bulbs zig-zagged between all the stands and every game, every ride, every concession stand was lit up with a plethora of sources. Despite night falling, the air was still pretty warm. Phil and Chris had gone without their jackets as they tried their hands at the games. Phil was on a roll with many of the games, strutting about a bit, his chest puffed out with pride and a fair bit more muscle than he had arrived with.
"Try your luck, test your strength." The vendor said, offering sledge hammers to those that passed. Phil rubbed his hands together, giving Chris a wink.
"I'll give it a try." Phil offered. Chris grinned, loving when Phil showed off his competitive side. The mustachio'd man handed Phil the hammer. He lined himself up before the target, gave it a swing and brought it down. The hammer struck the plate and the silver slider shot up the pole, rising two thirds of the way before coming back down. Phil grimaced, rather disappointed.
"And you sir are the winner of a shirt." The man said, reaching for the stock of cheap prizes.
"I'll do it again..." Phil said, aiming to prove himself better than just two thirds of a man.
"Will the stubborn streak pay off?" The man asked, "Will this power house release his true potential?" he barked out, trying to draw in more attention. Phil's cheeks flushed at the spectacle but he used it to his advantage and swung with all his might. Once more the hammer hit the plate and the slider shot up, but with far more intensity. It rose up all the way to the bell before it struck, letting out a resounding ring.
"And the young man wins a leather jacket!" The vendor grinned.
"Medium for the shirt and jacket." Phil said, pausing, "Wait, do you have extra long medium?" he asked for Chris's benefit. The man nodded, hanging over the merchandise. The t-shirt was milk chocolate brown with deep chestnut brown collar and sleeve lining with a big tough donkey on the chest. The leather jacket was a lot more expensive looking, fur lined inside with tough soft brown leather on the outside. Chris slipped off his own shirt to pull the t-shirt Phil won him on, though he knew before he'd gotten it on all the way that it was too short, bunching up on his shoulders and squeezing his chest too much.
Phil was having a similar problem, unable to get his jacket shut, tugging and tugging on the sides to try and get it closed, but it was no use. Both men slowly slipped their tops off, draping them over their arms. Phil looked back at the vendor.
"I guess I got the size wrong... Could we trade these in for something bigger? Large maybe... or 1XL?" Phil asked. The vendor nodded, swapping them out. Chris eagerly accepted his new brown shirt and pulled it on. The cloth slipped over his shoulders and chest perfectly, though it was still a bit snug. Chris ran his hands over his chest, realizing just how perfectly the shirt showed off his pectoral muscles and his abs. Chris blushed a bit in delight at the spectacle before he turned and his jaw dropped.
Phil had gotten his jacket shut easily and zipped it up, the fur rubbing all over his exposed skin beneath. Phil grinned a bit, though to Chris he looked rather dashing. From his brown hair and beard down to his jacket, he cut quite the figure. Chris felt himself getting hard just looking at Phil. As they moved away from the game stand, Chris took Phil's arm in his.
"Let's go on another ride... I want to be close to you..." Chris whispered. Phil grinned at the idea.
"How about lover's lake?" Phil asked.
"Perfect..." Chris whispered, leading Phil past the darts, the ball games, the water shooters and back into the ride section. The clatter of gears and machines echoed, but the cheers of the men riding the rides were as loud as ever. While there were all sorts of rides spread out all over, there was one corner left to the quieter rides. Chris and Phil got into line, making their way up steadily. A deep moat had been built into the island the sides covered in cement and filled with milky looking water. Wooden boats emerged from the back of the large cave like structure in the center, the patrons in the boats scrambling to button their pants back up, covered in hickies. Phil and Chris glanced to each other, knowing they were going to enjoy the ride.
They were helped into a boat and sat down, sliding into place before the boat was let go. Suddenly the two began drifting in the current, following the course of the moat into the cave. Inside there were small Christmas lights spread along the ceiling in a web. The dim light cast just enough illumination onto fake rubber plants for them to be seen, though they were all erotic variations of well known plants. The mushrooms were growing with thick stalks to make them look phallic. Potatoes grew next to carrots sticking out like a cock and balls. Even the water smelled musky, spicy and earthy. Phil and Chris gazed at each other before their lips came together and their tongues started wrestling.
As they made out, Chris and Phil reached to caress and rub each other's groins, ensuring that they were fully erect. They teased the bulges before they fumbled with each other's flies, drawing them down. Chris and Phil reached inside, exploring through the fabric of their undergarments before their fingers curled around the thick shafts. Phil gasped as his cock felt the cool embrace of the air, though Chris's was next. Soon their thick poles were sticking out of the pants. Phil and Chris started working their hands up and down in a growing pattern, picking up speed and force. The boat started to lurch gently as their thrusts grew wilder. Chris broke the kiss and leaned down, nuzzling his face against Phil's neck, his lips starting to suck and slurp before soon Chris had latched on, sucking as if his life depended on it. When he finally pulled off, he had left a bright red mark beneath.
Chris moved to mark a new spot on Phil, the two bucking their hips into the air before their cocks spasmed. Thick jets of silky cum arched up, splattering all over their legs, the boat and into the pond water rushing around them. Chris and Phil moaned in satisfaction, panting, wanting to just bask in the moment... but before they were ready, the light of the park started spilling across them as they emerged. Phil and Chris blushed, stuffing their cocks back into their pants, zipping and buttoning up just before they came into view of the other patrons. Phil and Chris chuckled to each other in lust before the boat came to a stop and they climbed out, trying to decide what to do next.
****
The door to the hotel room eased open as Chris and Phil stumbled in. Never before in their lives had they been so tired but still wanted to do things. Pleasure Island was like a drug. If they weren't sure that they would pass out within the hour they would have stayed out partying. Both boys were already adorned in gold beads, having won them for public displays of affection from the various employees and mascots. Chris shut the door behind himself as he moved in, stretching and yawning. The blond stubble beard he had grown conformed perfectly as his mouth made the o-shape for the yawn. Even seeing that made Phil moan in delight.
"You are the most hawwndsome... Handsome man I've ever met." Phil grinned.
"Why thank you." Chris grinned, wandering over to his lover. He leaned in and gave Chris a deep, lingering kiss, "Maybe that's why I let you drag me around until my feet feel like they're going to fall off."
"Mine feel the same way... but maybe we can get some relief from that. How about I give you a foot massage if you give me one?" Phil offered.
"That... sounds brilliant." Chris said softly, moving to sit on the end of his bed. He untied his shoes slowly, pulling the first off. He grunted as the tight sneaker revealed the sock beneath. He reached up his pant leg, his fingers brushing the incredibly thick leg hair before he pulled the sock down, letting it move over the arch of his foot and then his toes. As Chris saw his toes, there was a moment of panic that the toenails had turned black, but the panic disappeared, the memory disappeared. Soon Chris could only remember having black toenails. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Chris removed his other shoe and sock and presented his feet to Phil.
Phil murmured in delight, crawling over in front of the bed. He reached over to caress one of Chris's feet with reverence, his fingers caressing the curve of the heel, the slope of the arch, the ball of the foot, the toes. His fingers explored every contour and every detail before he slowly started applying pressure, his fingers pushing into the flesh, working them around. Chris moaned, leaning his head back, his arms bracing against the mattress to keep him up. Phil grinned, massaging harder. The pain Chris had been feeling in his feet started to ebb, fading away, though the stiffness of his toes remained.
As he massaged Chris's foot, he slowly leaned his head down, bringing his nose close to his lover's flesh. He'd never been much of a foot guy before but it just seemed so delightful. Phil took a sniff before his lips parted and he ran his tongue up the top of Chris's foot. He nuzzled his face against it and soon started to lick and slurp without restraint. Chris shuddered in shock, fumbling with his pants to open up his fly. Soon he fished out his hardening cock, giving it a good squeeze and tug, his fingers applying just as much pressure to his shaft as Phil gave his foot.
Phil moved to nuzzle Chris's toes before his lips parted and he took one into his mouth, sucking on it, bobbing his head before his lips came off. The toenail seemed thicker and a bit bigger, but Phil didn't notice. The only thing he noticed was that Chris's other foot had been ignored for far too long. Phil moved to attend the other foot, massaging and rubbing it, caressing it. Chris moaned, jerking off even harder. Phil was almost in a trance as he worked Chris's foot, the entire extension shifting beneath his fingers. While Chris's heels grew slightly smaller, his toenails grew longer and the balls of his feet widened. His toes started pressing outward, bunching up into two groups on each foot.
As much as Phil loved Chris's feet, his eyes were drawn to the hard, long shaft he was working. Phil licked his lips before he rose up on his knees and leaned in, getting a good whiff of Chris's musky groin. He leaned down and nuzzled his face against his boyfriend's balls, his nose bumping them before he gave them a long lick. Chris's balls seemed bigger, heavier, fuller, but Phil was far more interested in another part of his lover's anatomy. Chris shuddered as he felt Phil's tongue work at the base of his shaft. He reached down, tangling his fingers in Phil's hair. Phil worked his way up the cock before his lips parted and spread over the head of Chris's shaft.
Chris grunted hard, tipping his head back as Phil descended, taking more of the cock into his mouth. Soon Phil's head was bobbing up and down, his lips and cheeks massaging the flesh, keeping it moist and enveloped. As Phil's head moved up and down vigorously, his jaw popped and the bones started to stretch. Every time he pulled his head up, his jaw stretched just a bit longer, working into the faintest of muzzles, his lips just sticking out a bit longer. The real change was in his mouth where his teeth had all grown blunt and his tongue was wider and thicker than ever, but Phil wasn't the only one changing. With each suck, Chris's shaft was stretching out longer, centimeter by centimeter. Phil's nostrils flared as he inhaled Chris's scent even as he sucked away, his ears twitching as they stretched into longer points.
Phil continued to bob his head up and down, though he could feel the pulsing growing in intensity as Chris came closer and closer to the edge until in a moment of passion, Chris tipped his head back and moaned out loudly, his hand grabbing Phil's head and holding it tightly to his groin. Phil relaxed his throat and welcomed the coming orgasm and all at once the hot, thick cum sprayed into his mouth and washed over his tongue. The flavor was so intense, so true... So salty and earthy and musky at the same time. Phil guzzled downs wallow after swallow until he felt the intensity start to die down. Phil closed his throat and let his mouth fill up with cum until Chris had no more to offer.
Every so softly Phil pulled off of Chris's cock, revealing a shaft that had grown longer and thicker at the same time, the mushroom shaped head seeming flatter and more flared than ever before. Phil leaned up, bringing his lips to Chris's and as they kissed, their lips parted and Chris got a taste of his own cum. A little more oozed out of his cock as he was turned on by sharing his seed with Phil, but Chris greedily gulped the cum down as well before licking their enjoined lips. Chris lowly pulled back and grinned softly to himself, amazed at how good it had all felt. Phil broke the kiss and grinned, his distended face seeming all the more handsome to Chris before he grabbed Phil's head and pulled him into yet another kiss.
****
It was hard to describe just how time had been working on their vacation... It was if the days were just flying by, but they were enjoying and savoring every moment of it all. It truly did seem like Paradise to Phil and Chris. Every time they thought they had ridden every ride and played every game, more of both sprung up. They felt fantastic physically and mentally, constantly aroused by each other. Chris leaned over the pool table, trying to line up his shot. He looked at the balls, ran his fingers over his cue stick, eyeing it out carefully before he stepped back and lifted his beer stein, tipping back more beer. The booze had become like water to him, good any time of the day.
Chris turned to look to see what Phil was doing only to see him with a cue stick sticking out of the fly of his pants, holding two pool balls in front of his groin as if they were his balls. Chris spit up the beer in amusement.
"HEEHAAAHAHAHAHAHEEHAHAHAA!" Chris snorted, a grin crossing his slightly elongated face. He moved over and gave Phil a kiss before he returned to the table and made his shot. The cue ball rolled along before clacking against the others, sending them off toward various pockets. Phil dropped the balls and the cue stick and moved up behind Chris, rubbing the bulge in his pants against his lover's ass cheeks. Phil reached around, his hand sliding up into Chris's shirt, rubbing up and down eagerly on his hairy stomach. The hair had spread out all over his tummy, trailing up seamlessly into his chest.
Phil loved how manly they were getting, thick hair coating their arms and legs, their chest and stomachs. Phil's chinstrap beard had spread into nearly a full beard while Chris had taken on a chinstrap beard of his own, both of them looking pretty darn manly. Their muscles bulged; even their extra large clothes seemed a bit small now. Phil grabbed his own mug of beer and tipped it back, some of the amber fluid running down his chin before dripping to the hay covered floor below. Chris made another move, but because of the hand on his belly he missed. Still, Chris didn't mind.
"You're up." Chris said. Phil grabbed his cue stick and moved to make his own move. He sent one ball sailing into a corner pocket, then another into a side pocket. Phil seemed to be on a roll, sending ball after ball in until he won the game.
"Congrats on winning." Chris smiled.
"Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!" Some of the bar patrons started chanting. Chris blushed furiously but not because he was embarrassed... in fact he had been hoping Phil would win since they learned of the house rule that losers had to suck the winner's cock in front of everyone. Chris moved over and knelt in front of Phil, reaching up to unzip his boyfriend's pants. After the third day they had decided to go without underwear to make it easier to access so Phil's huge, thick cock spilled out of his pants. It had to be almost as thick as his wrist and pretty long, but Chris's favorite part was the smell. He smashed his face into Phil's groin and inhaled the scent before he started to lick and slurp all over Phil's cock.
Phil grunted in delight, trailing his hands into Chris's blond hair, listening to the lewd sloppy noises. It was all so good; he could hardly resist his boyfriend's charms. Chris nuzzled the heavy cock around for several moments before he caught the tip with his lips and started slurping it up, taking it in deeper and deeper until it brushed the back of his throat. Even then he let the muscles relax and he took Phil in more. Phil grunted, holding Chris's head as he started to fuck into Chris's mouth. Chris moaned, the moan only causing his throat to vibrate more. Chris's body throbbed with electric shocks of pleasure and as he sucked away, he came to a realization.
Chris knew he loved Phil with all of his body and soul, but he had never felt such an intense bond before. It was stronger than anything he'd ever known, as if he'd found his place in life... On his knees before Phil with a throat full of cock. Yes, he was Phil's, he was Phil's like a pet, a cock sucking pet that loved his master so much. Chris sucked hard, gazing up with such obedience. Phil, however, was undergoing a profound change as well. He grunted and moaned as his cock stretched longer and thicker. He thrashed his head around, his head tilted upwards as his face pushed out longer and longer into a long expanded muzzle.
"HAAWWW! HAWWW! HEEHAWW!" Phil brayed out, each bray making him feel more manly. His ears shot up longer above his head, stretching into tall pointed ears well above his head. Fur sprouted out across the backs, then the insides. Phil's beard spread out over his cheeks and across his new muzzle as his nostrils flared out and grew leathery. Soon the fur coated his head and neck, meshing with the fur on his chest and arms. His pants sagged in the back as his ass cheeks spread apart and his tailbone surged outward, stretching longer and longer until the tip exploded with the tasseled end of a donkey. Even Phil's feet changed, forming half-hooves. They weren't quite donkey, but they were far from human as they formed into two cloven hoof bits. The fingers tangled in Chris's hair changed as well, the hard black nails growing over the tip, giving each finger its own little hooflette.
Phil brayed more and more before his cock flattened on the tip and in a glorious instant he unleashed thick cum, letting it spray down Chris's throat. Chris gulped it down, feeling his own braying welling up inside him, but he held it off to suck down his boyfriend's seed... and the donkey blossomed inside of him. The color bleached out from his blonde hair until it was silver and his face started stretching out around Phil's cock, forming a short muzzle. His ears stretched as well, covered with silver gray fur instead of brown. The blond hair on his body bleached out as well, forming the same shade all over him. Chris's shoes exploded as his half hooves emerged, his cock forcing its way out of the pants. Chris pulled off of the thick cock, tilting his head upwards.
"HEEHAW! HEEHAW! HEE HAWWW!" Chris bellowed, his own cock gushing with cum. The bartender reached up and picked up the red phone on the wall.
"Yeah, we've got two more here to go meet the boss." The bartender said, hanging up after a moment. The double doors to the bar eased open as two burly huge men moved in, wearing brown shirts. They moved over to Phil and Chris, helping them up to their feet before escorting them out of the back. Phil and Chris were too horny to resist and merely tried to reach out to each other, wanting to kiss even more as they disappeared out of the back.
*****
Phil and Chris had been escorted through the inner workings of the resort, seeing the facility where the beer was made, the power facility converting wave energy into electricity for everything and even the dormitories where the employees worked. The jeep they had been put in drove along the coast, the turquoise waters washing up on white sands before they pulled up to an expensive looking bungalow built on a bluff overlooking the ocean. It was set aside from the rest of the resort, its own private sort of estate. The guards climbed out and helped Phil and Chris out. The brown and gray donkey men adjusted to their new half feet-half hooves before walking under their own power. They were escorted along stepping stones settled in sand to the door before the door was eased open.
Phil and Chris moved through the house, not sure what to expect. The interior was posh, filled with steel and glass tables, black leather and chrome furniture, fountains and sculptures. The carpet was a crisp white like the sand in the beach below. It was certainly the house of a person who had accumulated a fair bit of wealth. Chris reached out and took Phil's hand in his, concern mounting in his chest. At last they reached the back of a house where white double doors rested in tracks, the glass panels frosted so it was impossible to see what was beyond.
The guards moved forward and pulled the partitions apart, revealing an office decorated in the same style. Sitting behind the desk was a man in his thirties, typing away on the computer keyboard. He was tall and slender, his hair a reddish sort of copper that fell like silk around his head. Despite his affluence, he was dressed in a simple tropical shirt and khaki shorts, the glint of diamond studs in his ears.
"Ah, yes, hello." The man said, smiling when he saw Phil and Chris. He sat upright and moved away from his computer, "Please, come in and sit down." He said.
"Will there be anything else Mister Wick?" The guards asked. The red headed man shook his head.
"No, no, you're dismissed." He said, waving them off. Chris and Phil moved to the chairs, feeling a bit more reassured that the guards had been sent away, but they still felt rather off kilter.
"Mister... Wick?" Phil asked, wanting to make sure he got the name right.
"Just call me Romeo, I hate my surname but the guards insist." The man said with a smile. Phil took a breath.
"Why exactly have we been brought here?" Phil asked. Romeo nodded gently.
"An honest and true question..." He said, leaning back in his chair, "Well... My family has worked here for years to build a paradise for people looking for pure pleasure. We stay in business thanks to the money from tourists like you, but every so often some of the guests will take on extra traits... like you two have. When this happens, we customarily offer the option of working here." Romeo explained.
"You want to give us jobs?" Chris asked in surprise.
"Yes, yes I do. It's the least I can do since you changed because of this place... But I want to offer you jobs, a home, food, and a lifetime of pleasure. Your work shifts would only be six hours a day but you don't have to pay any bills and you can take full advantage of the resort on the rest of your time." Romeo explained.
"But... we can't be turned back?" Phil asked. Romeo shook his head gently.
"I'm afraid not... You have embraced Pleasure Island and it has embraced you in turn. You are free to take your chances back home, but it might be far safer for you to stay here." Romeo said. Chris and Phil looked at each other for a long moment. They loved each other, the location didn't really matter.
"What would we do?" Chris asked after a moment.
"Well, what did you do most when here? It's good to have a passion for what you do for a living." Romeo replied.
"We went to the bar a lot... or rides." Chris said.
"Well, bartender or ride operator, anything you want to do we'll give you the training for. We want this to be an island of Pleasure for everyone, residents and visitors alike." Romeo said.
"Do we have to make up our mind now?" Phil asked.
"No, of course not... I entreat you to take a tour, make sure that our living conditions are to your liking." Romeo said. Chris swallowed a bit, looking at Phil.
"We can't exactly go home anymore... and this is such an amazing place, maybe we should just stay?" Chris whispered.
"Just like that? Stay here, work here?" Phil asked.
"You'd be handsome behind the bar, cleaning the glasses..." Chris grinned.
"HAWWhaha, I can just see it now." Phil said. He looked into Chris's eyes for a long moment before he looked back, "We'll do it."
"Good, good! I'll just go get the papers." Romeo said, standing up and moving out of the room. Phil reached over and took Chris's hand in his, knowing that whatever they faced, they would face it together.