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In the forest was a small clearing in which a small circle of myrtle trees grew. They surrounded a slab of rock reminiscent of a bed.

A red-haired boy lay on the ground to the side of the slab of rock, his face bruised and heavily battered. A trail of dried blood led from his nose down to his top lip. One of his eyes was swelled shut.

It had all been a mistake. He shouldn't have run here to the Lover's Grove. Rex and his friends - Brad and Dash - had chased him all the way here and they'd caught up with him in the circle of myrtle. They'd beaten him and kicked him to the ground, all the while shouting insults at him and taunting him.

They'd chased him down into the Lover's Grove, in the heart of the forest and beaten him because he had dared to sneak a look at Brad's dick in the school showers. Then they spat on him and left him in the circle of myrtle with bruises, tears and blood streaked across his face, and with the strange scent of exotic flowers and spices in his nose.

* * * * *

"They were pretty hot," he said with a wide grin on his lips. "Breasts like melons and legs like... Well, you should have come, Rex."

Rex and his friends made their way through the school corridor, the crowd parting as they moved like Noah and the Red Sea. It was September and the first day of school, a new year, a new beginning, but some things didn't change. He and his friends were still top of the pecking order, still commanded the respect that they deserved.

"Nah," said Rex dismissively. "There's only one girl for me."

Brad laughed. "Rex's probably scared of the competition," he said to Dash. "Afraid the ladies would fall for me and my big horse dick."

"Aw, sick man!" exclaimed Dash. "Don't talk about it like that."

"Yeah, we warned you about it before," agreed Rex with a nod of his head. "You remember what happened last time. That fag, Danny Blackburn, tried to get a look."

The three were best of friends and all members of the school's football team. Rex had blonde hair slicked back with gel. Brad had dark, almost black hair and Dash had long brown hair. All three were muscularly built and of a similar height; there didn't seem to be anyone in the football team who was shorter or taller than any of the trio.

"Well, if he wanted to choke it down, he could be my guest," said Brad nonchalantly.

Rex knew it was a joke; his friend wouldn't go gay on him. Neither would, he was sure of that. "What, you going queer on us now, Brad?" he asked jokingly. "Guess going to that strip club didn't work, eh? I told you guys, what you need is a regular girl."

"Okay, give me yours."

"No way, Laura's mine," protested Rex.

"Oh yeah?," responded Dash. He pointed down the corridor. "Looks like she's seeing someone else."

Rex turned to look where Dash was pointing.

Laura was chatting to a guy with red dreadlocks that hung slightly below shoulder length. His fiery red hair contrasted with the blue T-shirt he wore over a white long-sleeved T-shirt. He wore baggy khaki-coloured trousers and red sneakers, and he wore a blue cap similar in style to a Newsboy cap.

"Is that a new kid?"

"What's up with the little kid beside him?"

Rex frowned. He saw the young kid holding the dreadlocked youth's hand. For some bizarre reason, the little kid wore fake angel wings on his back.

"Who knows?" responded Rex dismissively. "Come on; let's pay them a little visit." He was the first to move away from the lockers.

As he approached, he could smell something in the air. It was an exotic smell like flowers and some sort of spice that he couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, it made him horny. He felt, much to his embarrassment, his groin stirring, blood flowing to his dick, expanding it. Rex wanted to take his trousers off and...

"Oh, Rex!" exclaimed Laura in surprise. "What are you doing here?

"Today's a school day, isn't it?" responded Rex with a shrug of his shoulders. "So, you want to introduce me to the new kids?"

For a while, Laura merely looked at Rex as if she was trying to read his face. "New kids?" exclaimed Laura. "No, it's just the one." She gestured to the blindfolded kid in front of her. "This is Mr Cooper's nephew, Sid."

Rex looked down at the little kid and frowned. What kind self-respecting kid would dress like that? Mr Cooper's nephew wore a red tuxedo with red shirt, red tie, red cummerbund and red trousers. About the only thing that wasn't red was the white stick in his left hand and the blindfold wrapped around his olive-skinned face.

"And this guy?" asked Brad, as he looked at the red-haired youth. "Who are you, buddy?"

Laura laughed at Brad's comment. "See, Danny?" she exclaimed. "I told you they wouldn't recognise you."

Rex frowned. "Danny?" he exclaimed, as he looked on in disbelief. "You mean...?" He let the rest of the sentence go unsaid, but the brief expression that flickered across the red-haired kid's face said it all. "Danny Blackburn?"

"Yeah, I guess I went through a growth spurt," said Danny with a strange smile on his lips.

None of the jocks could believe their eyes. The last they'd seen Danny, the red-haired kid had been a scrawny, thin stick figure.

It seemed he'd grown in the past few months since they'd last seen him. He was taller and he had the beginnings of a goatee on his once hairless chin. Though it was hard to tell from the loose-fitting clothes he wore, he seemed to have bulked up as well. His shoulders were certainly broader.

Rex looked at Danny, then at Laura. "You're not thinking of leaving me for this fag, are you?" he asked her suddenly.

"Rex, what is wrong with you?" snapped Laura. "Not in front of the kid." She knelt down beside him and gave a motherly lecture about bad words. When she'd finished she asked him "Do you understand?" A smile spread across her lips when he nodded. "Good boy," she said, ruffling his hair.

She stood up. "Danny, I think you should take Sid to his homeroom now," she told him. "I'll have a word with Rex."

"Yeah, okay," he said with a nod of his head. "I'll see you in Mr Cooper's history class."

"I can't believe you," snapped Laura, as she grabbed Rex by the hand. "What did you think you were doing, using that language so close to a kid like that?"

"Hey, I didn't want Danny trying to hit on you," responded Rex.

"Oh grow up, Rex!" she told him. "Stop being such a green-eyed monster. What, I can't talk to other guys?" She glared at him with a look of disgust in her eyes. "You don't own me, Rex. I can have a life of my own and talk to whoever I want."

Rex tried to argue back, but there was no contest. Laura had the upper hand. She chewed him out and then stormed to homeroom in a huff.

"What's her problem?" sighed Rex, as he watched her walk away. "Stupid bitch!"

* * * * *

Rex woke up with a snort.

He hated Mr Cooper's lessons. The history teacher always droned on about the beauty of a certain culture's innate spiritual nature. Sometimes he would go off on a tangent and then talk about the Tibetans. It was uninteresting and he always fell asleep, only to be sharply woken by Mr Cooper throwing the chalkboard eraser at his head.

"What...?" he exclaimed.

The classroom was dark and empty. A murky, faint light filtered through the windows and illuminated a few desks near it, but that was about it. The rest of the room was dark and forlorn, the chairs shoved back away from the desks in random directions.

He couldn't understand it. Not only did it look as if he had slept through class, he seemed to have slept through school entirely.

It didn't make sense. Why didn't somebody wake him?

Rex looked out the window. It was very foggy outside but still light, though barely. Either it was late or very early.

"Screw this!" said Rex, more for reassurance than anything else. He stood up and walked over to the classroom door.

Outside, it was pitch black. No windows looked into the corridor and what little light that did enter, only illuminated the small patches near windows or doors that looked outside.

Rex turned. He remembered seeing a flashlight stood on Mr Cooper's desk. His eyes slowly alighted on it and he quickly grabbed it, flicking it on.

A stream of light pierced the darkness and struck the blackboard. It illuminated the rough black surface, misty with chalk and the clear, deliberate white lines of diagrams.

"What the fuck is that?" wondered Rex aloud.

Someone had drawn something on the blackboard, a map of the town of Galgrave with certain features distorted. He recognised the school, the river and the town hall. Over to the top left of the map was a small circle, no doubt representing the small grove of twelve myrtle shrubs that lay in a clearing within the nearby forest.

Strangely, there were three stick figures drawn near the circle. The one on the right was larger, had a tail, horns on its head. On the left was a smaller version minus the tail. In the centre was another horned stick figure with wings. All three had an extra line positioned in such a fashion that there was no doubt they were meant to be penises.

Mr Cooper didn't strike Rex as the sort of person to draw such crude and rude stick figures. Did somebody else do it afterwards, but then, why hadn't the history teacher wiped the diagram off the board after he'd finished the lesson?

He sighed. "Whatever," he said dismissively, as he walked out the classroom and into the dark, empty corridor.

There was something strange about the empty corridor, but Rex didn't notice it. He didn't see the way the darkness seemed to cling like mucous to the walls. Rex didn't notice the menacing silence that wrapped around him like a shroud. He did not notice how the lockers seemed to stand there as if judging him, their slits filled with an expectant darkness.

A noise made him stop in his tracks. What was that? He swept the corridor with the light from his torch. If he hadn't known better, he could have sworn he'd heard laughter. Well, it might have been laughter; he couldn't be sure.

"Who's there?" he called out. He looked around him wildly, the spot of light falling erratically on his surroundings. "Show yourself!"

A sharp ringing sound assaulted his ears. It sounded just like the school bell, but louder, far louder. He placed his hands over his ears, using the back of his torch carrying hand for his right ear, to try to block the sound out, but it was as if the ringing was in his head.

He didn't see it, as the beam of light from his torch was aimed up away from his eyes, but his surroundings were changing. Paint peeled off the walls and metal rusted. Spidery cracks spread through the walls, shedding white dust that settled to the ground like snow.

Rex slowly took his hands away from his ears when he realised the ringing had stopped. He looked around him, his chest heaving terribly as if he had just survived a terrible onslaught.

"What the fuck just happened here?" he wondered aloud, as he swept the darkness with his torch.

The corridor had changed. He noticed the rust now, the cracked floors and the strange brown, bark-covered tendrils that trailed across the floor. It hadn't been like this before. He had never seen the bare brickwork of the walls before nor did he ever remember the lockers being quite so rusty. The place looked as if it had been abandoned for over twenty years; it reminded him somewhat of something he had seen during Mr Cooper's lessons, something that had affected even him.

That place in Russia or somewhere, the one with the nuclear power plant. Mr Cooper had shown them pictures of the place, abandoned and flaking. He had remembered the plants that had forced their way through the sidewalks, through concrete and out into the air; how nature had slowly reclaimed the city.

Rex wondered if something similar had happened here. But Galgrave didn't have a nuclear power plant. There wasn't one for miles.

A metallic bang made him jump. He whirled round.

"Who's...?" he began, only to trail off as he illuminated someone or rather, something.

At first, he had taken it to be a human. The skin was hairless yet clearly human in nature, pale yet not deathly white. It wore, or rather, it used to wear human clothes, now shredded to tatters, but that was where the similarities ended. Its feet were long with only three toes that ended in long dark nails that curved viciously downwards. A large, muscular tail sprouted from the back, waving unsteadily. Its face had been stretched forward, as if someone had attached a powerful vacuum pump to the nose and pulled violently.

As it staggered drunkenly towards Rex, it cried out in pain, the skin slowly losing its natural colour. The skin became dry, cracking, going green as if from rot. Another cry of pain and Rex clearly saw its teeth, lengthening, growing yellow, the tongue slimming down until it became serpent-like.

That was all he could take. Rex ran as quick as he could. He didn't want to stay behind and watch the transformation, to see what would result. Nothing good would come from that.

He ran, turned a corner and darted to the exit.

Rex slammed shoulder first into the door, expecting it to be locked. It burst open on contact and he spilled onto the concrete steps, rolled down them and crashed onto the pavement.

Headlights brushed him, stabbed out through the foggy mist.

"A car," murmured Rex, as he scrambled back to his feet. "Hey, over here!" he cried, as he waved his hands. Without thinking, he rushed out into the headlights.

It screeched to a halt.

"What do you think you're doing?" cried the man that got out of the car. "You could have been killed!"

"Mr Cooper, I'm so glad to see you," exclaimed Rex, as he rushed towards the history teacher. "There's something wrong in the school. A monster's in there."

A heavy sigh escaped Mr Cooper's lips, as he looked at Rex. "There's monsters everywhere," he told the blonde-haired jock, "and where I'm going, there's bound to be more." He shook his head. "Why are you still in town? I didn't think there'd be anyone else here."

"What... what's going on?" asked Rex. "Is it the end of the world?"

A bestial roar suddenly echoed out from the open entrance of the school. It was a short, sharp noise of pure anger reminiscent of a bull's bellow.

"Never mind, get in the car," responded Mr Cooper. "You'll be safer with me."

Rex didn't need to be told twice. He got in on the passenger's side and buckled up quickly.

"Now, before I go, you must listen carefully," said Mr Cooper, as he closed his door behind him. "You must do as I tell you; no questions asked. Do you understand me?"

"Yeah, sure," replied Rex quickly. "Just... just get going."

"No, you don't understand, we're going to the Galgrave," said Mr Cooper with a shake of his head. "It is very important that you do as I say when we get there. You don't speak out of turn and you follow my instructions to the letter."

Red frowned. "What... I don't understand... Aren't we in town already?" he asked.

Mr Cooper sighed with a shake of his head. "Galgrave from the Old English: gal, meaning lust or luxury, and graf, meaning grove," he explained slowly and carefully. "You probably know it as the Lover's Grove."

"What; why are we going there?"

"A cult used to worship a pagan god in that little grove," responded Mr Cooper. "I believe that very same pagan god has taken control of this town."

"That's..." he began, only to trail off. If he finished his sentence by calling Mr Cooper's sanity into question, there was no way they'd get away from the school. He looked to the entrance and saw something emerge, something with sharp vicious horns. "Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

"Good," said Mr Cooper, before he started the car.

* * * * *

Twelve distinct bushes of myrtle had been planted in a circle in the heart of the forest. They surrounded a slab of rock that was rather reminiscent of a bed.

Rex remembered this place from when he'd last been here with Laura. It was a romantic place in the summer when the myrtle was in full bloom. He still couldn't believe that this was the place where some weirdo god lived, but then again, that stone slab did seem like some kind of altar for human sacrifice.

"So this is where we do this thing, right?" asked Rex, as he looked around him at the myrtle trees.

Mr Cooper looked at the myrtle trees. It was strange how nobody had really noticed. These trees were indigenous to a different climate, yet they thrived here as if they had been planted in their native Mediterranean soil. He wondered if it had anything to do with the presence of the now nameless god.

"Yes," responded Mr Cooper, as he walked into the circle. "Now, I want you to follow me. Do not speak unless I say it is all right and do what I do. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, sure," replied Rex with a nod of his head.

"Good," said Mr Cooper and he forced a smile onto his lips, which he hoped looked reassuring. "Now follow me. We'll be circling the stone anti-clockwise nine times."

"Then what?"

"Then you follow me into the god's lair," said Mr Cooper, as he walked into the circle of myrtle trees. "When we're there, whatever you do, do not eat or drink anything."

"Why not?"

"It will put you in debt to the god and that's one thing you do not want," responded Mr Cooper.

Rex followed Mr Cooper, as he walked round the stone in the centre of the myrtle ring. As they went round the circle, Rex couldn't help but notice something out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't sure what it was, but it looked vaguely red. On the fifth turn, he could see it clearly.

Translucent red curtains hung in the air. They started ghostly and pale, but became redder and more solid the more they circled the stone. Eventually, there was no doubt that there were curtains floating in the air, swaying in a gentle breeze that definitely was not of this world.

Wordlessly, Mr Cooper pushed past the curtains with a rustle of heavy fabric. Rex followed him in.

They emerged in a narrow corridor. Red curtains hung from the walls and a thick layer of red petals covered the floor. A grotesque marble statue of a wrinkly, ugly old man with an absurdly gigantic erection stood on the other side of the corridor.

Mr Cooper silently gestured for Rex to follow him, mouthing the words, "Do as I do." He walked noiselessly down the corridor and as he passed the statue, he gave the erection a brief stroke.

"What? No way, I'm not gay!" protested Rex.

The history teacher turned to glare at Rex wordlessly.

"Fine," sighed Rex and gave the statue a quick stroke. He then followed Mr Cooper through a breach in the curtains.

They emerged into a white and gold room, the floor still strewn with red petals. On the far side, was a mahogany door decorated with thin lines of gold and left slightly ajar; to its left was another door, similar in design but firmly shut. A vanity stood against the right-hand wall opposite a king-sized mahogany four-poster bed with white pillows and white sheets.

A strange scratching noise filled the air, as of wire wool against a metal pan. It didn't seem to come from any particular direction. All one could tell was that it had an irregular beat.

Rex looked to his left and saw a butler with fiery red dreadlocks standing at a writing desk. Though normally dressed in sombre colours, this butler wore a vivid red waistcoat and a bright red bowtie.

"Danny?" exclaimed Rex in surprise, as he saw the butler's face. There was no mistaking it. That was Danny Blackburn all right; he still wore that silly blue Newsboy cap on his head.

Slowly, Danny placed a gloved finger to his lips and then turned to look at the person seated at the writing desk.

It was Mr Cooper's nephew, Sid, still wearing the red tuxedo and fake angel wings. He seemed to be writing, despite wearing a blindfold.

Rex turned to ask Mr Cooper a question concerning his nephew, but the history teacher quickly silenced him.

"Don't speak out of turn," he hissed quietly.

The scraping noise stopped suddenly.

Sid swivelled round in his chair and clapped his hands together, a joyous smile on his lips. "Let's roll!" he laughed, as he slid off the chair. He reached out with his right hand.

Danny took the kid by the hand and with infuriating slowness, he led Sid to the sofa. Whether it was the boy that was slow or Danny, it wasn't quite clear. The boy seemed to tug at Danny, to lead the way, despite not being able to see where he was going. He nearly veered off into a Regency-style circular library drum table.

Eventually, boy sat down on the sofa and as he did so, Danny gestured for Rex and Mr Cooper to sit.

They took seats opposite the blindfolded kid.

For a while, nothing seemed to happen. Danny just stood there with his arms crossed in front of him, an vexingly knowing smile on his lips. The blindfolded kid - Rex suspected that he wasn't really Mr Cooper's nephew - merely smiled at them or rather, at what he presumably thought was them but was in reality the empty space in between them.

"I feel as if I should know," said the Sid, as he held his hands in a strange position. "The pain is back, lust." He dropped his hands back to his lap. "Maybe that is really me."

Mr Cooper leaned forward slightly and with a meek voice, he asked, "May I be so bold as to ask: are you the God of the Galgrave?"

Sid smiled at them. "Such beautiful music that now fills the air," he said after a while of awkward silence. He grinned, and this time he managed to smile at Rex. "Why should you want it otherwise?" He then shifted in his seat and tilted his head towards Danny. "Would you like some coffee?"

Danny glared at Rex angrily before he responded, "It was not what he wanted, so I had to make a sacrifice of myself." He turned around so his back was to them, and then he turned again, to reveal that he held a silver tray. It had a silver coffee pot on it, a sugar bowl and three silver teaspoons with three cups of fine bone china resting on saucers. He set it down on the coffee table.

"Please, you must return the town to normal," pleaded Mr Cooper.

The blindfolded god - Rex was beginning to suspect that Sid wasn't even the boy's name - reached up behind him and undid the knot for his blindfold.

Danny walked in front of Sid. He took the blindfold in his right hand and walked away to reveal that Sid was now taller and older.

Before he had been eight years old but now he was about Rex's age. His white wings were now undoubtedly real. "Mr Cooper," he said, as he spread his wings out as if he was stretching his arms, "your gifts are greatly appreciated." He smiled lewdly at Rex, his eyes smouldering with desire.

"You will return the town to what it once was?" asked Mr Cooper.

"Let the wolf become the lamb," said Danny suddenly. "You have done your bit. Now let me do mine."

Mr Cooper nodded sadly. "You're on your own, Rex," he said, as he stood up.

"What?" exclaimed Rex in disbelief. He quickly reached out to grab Mr Cooper by the sleeve. "Where are you going?" he asked. "What do you mean I'm on my own?"

The shrill ringing of a school bell pierced the silence. Danny slipped in between Rex and Mr Cooper, separating the two and pinning the blond-haired jock down to the sofa.

"No, he goes," said Danny, "you stay. This is your doing."

Mr Cooper was a few steps away and then in a second, at the door, then gone.

"Let go! Let go of me!" protested Rex, as he struggled underneath Danny's grip, the smell of flowers and spices in his nose.

Sid laughed, as he stood up and in the flickering of light, He spread out his arms. His clothes started to fray, flakes of fabric rising upwards to reveal the tanned skin of his lithe muscular body. As more of the fabric disappeared from his body, Sid's skin started to darken and redden, his muscles bulged. His biceps seemed to inflate, his pectorals bulging. The skin around lower jaw, neck and abdomen paled, became deathly white. As his trousers and underwear disintegrated, it became apparent that this white continued over his crotch and down to the inside of his thighs. His thighs became more muscular, as with a sickening crunch, his lower leg started to shorten, his feet lengthening.

"What's going on?" cried Rex in horror, as he watched the god transform.

Danny laughed. "He is not what he once was," he explained to Rex. "But day by day, in every way, he is getting better and better."

Rex watched as the transformation continued. Feathers moulted from the god's wings and became red and leathery. Horns sprouted from the god's head as the curly hair disappeared and fell out.

So transfixed was he, that he didn't notice Danny changing as well. He didn't notice the butler's uniform flaking away like the god's tuxedo had. Rex didn't see Danny's hat slide off to reveal goat horns or notice the fur that grew on Danny's groin and down his legs. He didn't hear bone snapping and reforming, the lower limb of the leg shortening, the foot lengthening, toenails growing, toes fusing until Danny had the legs of a goat.

The god made a strange sound like a mix between laughter, howling and mournful crying. He now had a head shaped like a wolf, though he had no fur and his skin had the texture of an amphibious frog. The skin was red all over, save for his white hands and forearm, his white feet, and the white patch of skin that went from his muzzle, down his neck, over well-formed pectorals, a six-pack, over his groin and down the inner side of his thighs. He had a lizard's tail, white on the underside. His wings now looked as if they were a dragon's wings and his horns were black and curved like that of a bull.

"You were wrong," accused the god slowly and deliberately, as his new lupine muzzle made it difficult to speak. "You defiled my sacred grove."

Danny smiled and leaned in to give Rex's neck a long, languid lick. "Oh, but you can make it right again," he whispered hotly and moistly into Rex's ear. "Submit to God. Give your body to him."

Rex looked past Danny and saw the god's great big black erection. It emerged from a white sheath like that of a dog's and was long enough to reach his pectorals. "What? No way!" protested Rex, as he struggled to break free from Danny's grip. He had realised what Danny had meant by giving his body to the god; it was hard not to. "I'm no fag."

"Submit to him or face his wrath," demanded Danny.

"Fuck off, fag!" retorted Rex.

"I was hoping you'd say that," laughed Danny. He lifted Rex up. "This is going to be so much fun." He kissed Rex full on the lips and pushed his tongue into the blonde-haired jock's mouth.

A sweet, spicy taste filled Rex's mouth and he could smell a strange scent like flowers and spices. Though she'd never worn a perfume like it, it reminded him of Laura. He could see her smiling at him, licking her lips, placing her hands to her breasts and massaging them lewdly through her blouse. Images crowded his mind, of her licking his dick, sucking it, of her fondling her dick...

Danny placed his furry crotch against Rex's body, grinding his hips against the muscular blonde-haired male. He thrust his slowly growing penis against Rex.

The blonde jock could feel Danny's wet slathering cock brush against his. He could feel his hardening, as Danny's slick wet precum dribbled against his bare skin. Bare skin? When had he lost his clothes?

The satyr that had once been Danny Blackburn broke off the kiss. "Oh, looks like you're gagging for it," he said mockingly. "Well, I guess I shouldn't keep you waiting, fag." He let go.

Rex would have run, but he felt himself sinking through the floor. His bare feet and legs sank through a disturbingly warm slime. He cried wordlessly in horror, as he sank in up to his knees before the floor hardened up, trapping him.

"I'm gonna give you one more chance," said Danny. "Submit to God or else."

"No way, fag," snapped Rex.

Danny walked behind Rex slowly, his feet clopping against the floor. "That's fine by me," he said, as pushed Rex down.

Instinctively, Rex reached out to stop his fall. The ground dipped and he found his hands slowly sinking into what appeared to be warm slime, just as his legs had done. He struggled, tried to pull his hands out of the slime, but was not strong enough. Eventually, he sank in up to his elbows, his arse now sticking up into the air.

"Let me go!" protested Rex, as he struggled to break free from his confinement. He gasped, as he felt hands prise his butt cheeks apart roughly. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think?" asked Danny. "I'm repaying the favour." He leaned down and licked Rex's hole forcefully, a long languid lick that slicked the anal entrance. "After you left me, God took pity on me. He nursed me back to health in return for my virginity." He chuckled again. "My Lord and Master fucked me for nine days and nine nights, anointing me in his blessed cum. I can't claim to be anywhere near as good, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

"Fuck you!"

Danny laughed, as he positioned his wet, drooling goat penis against Rex's entrance. "No, I'll fuck you," he said. "I dedicate this act of carnal pleasure to God," he announced and pushed.

Rex cried out as he felt Danny's penis push past through his sphincter. It hurt despite the smattering of saliva and the wet precum that leaked from the tip of the goat penis. He swore and cursed Danny, tears streaming down his cheeks. The cock felt strange inside him. He felt an uncomfortable fullness that stretched his anal ring painfully, his insides clinging tightly to Danny's member as it pulled out and pushed back in again.

Slowly, the pain subsided. All he could feel was the slapping of Danny's furred crotch against his buttocks, the way the cock brushed his insides, stroking the walls, pushing and distorting them. The slapping noise, the quiet wet noises the cock made as it pistoned in and out of him, Danny's grunts of pleasure, all made him harder than he had ever been.

Rex wanted to deny it, he wanted his dick to shrink, but it wouldn't. He felt so hot. The smell of flowers and spices in the air assaulted his senses. It took all his willpower not to thrust his arse back into Danny.

"Oh, you want it harder, do you?" hissed Danny blissfully through clenched teeth, as he felt Rex pushing back with every one of his forward thrusts. "Sure, I can give it to you harder, just like I did with Laura."

A gasp escaped Rex's lips, as he heard her name. So he had been right.

"Yeah, her and the whole cheerleading team," sighed Danny. He gave a grunt as he slammed his hips forward, his cock burying deep into Rex's arse, pushing the jock forward.

"You," he began, only to groan in pleasure as he felt Danny's cock brush his prostate. He grunted, panted, wanted to shout a death threat. "I'll kill you," gasped Rex, "for..." He couldn't finish his sentence.

Danny leaned onto Rex's back. "Shush now," he whispered huskily into the jock's ear. "She wanted me so badly and you can't really blame her for that, right?" He reached down and grabbed Rex's hard, throbbing erection, and pulled the foreskin back and rubbed the mushroom-capped head between forefinger and thumb. "Not when you want me just as bad," he said before he took Rex's earlobe into his mouth and nibbled gently.

Rex cried out with every thrust, his skin flushed and sweating. Danny's touch felt great against his dick. A part of him wanted to plead to Danny, to beg the satyr to stroke him and bring him to orgasm. He gasped as Danny kissed his neck, his back arched, eyes closed in pleasure.

His mind screamed at him, cursed himself for giving in. He wasn't gay, he didn't want to be gay. There was nothing erotic or sexy about what was happening to him. It didn't feel good; it couldn't feel good.

Danny pulled his dick out of Rex with a wet slurp, his chest heaving. He let go of Rex and stood up.

"What- what are you doing?" cried Rex.

The satyr walked around Rex. "You rejected God's love, remember?" he reminded him, before he turned his lusty gaze towards the god.

Rex followed Danny's gaze and saw the god seated on the burnt husk of the chair that had been at the writing desk. He hadn't noticed it before, but everything around him looked as if it had suffered huge fire damage.

Despite that, the god sat in the chair comfortably, his legs spread wide, his black erection standing proudly between his legs. The god looked at Danny lustily and beckoned the satyr to come over with a clawed finger.

"Yes, my Lord," responded Danny, as he clopped over to the demon god.

"Hey, get back here!" protested Rex. "Don't leave me like this!"

"Be quiet!" howled the god. "Be quiet!"

The floor gave way, became slimy once again. Try as Rex could, there was no way he could pull out. There was nothing for him to push against. He just sank further until everything below his nose was submerged into the hard ground, his hard cock encased so tightly that there was no way for him to move it.

All he could do was watch as Danny knelt down in front of the god and worshipped the black, holy cock. He felt envious of the satyr, as he watched an erotically red tongue slide languidly across the ebony length.

They were so close that Rex could see the glisten of the god's precum bead up into a jewel on the tip of the monstrous, barbed member. He would have bet anything that it would taste divine. Rex would have sold anything to taste it now, but he could only watch as Danny greedily licked it up. He tried shouting, begging, but the ground hugged his jaw so tightly, he couldn't even move his mouth.

The nameless god growled in pleasure and petted Danny's head, stroking the red hair lovingly. "Alexis, you seem to be in need," rumbled the god. "Ride me."

Danny lifted his head and stared lovingly into the god's eyes. "With pleasure," he responded, as he got up to his feet. He turned and grinned lewdly at Rex, mouthed the words, "You don't know what you're missing."

Rex watched enviously as Danny turned, placed bare hands against the demon's leathery thighs. He cried out in frustration, his voice muffled by the ground as he watched Danny place the tip of the god's cock against his arse. The blonde-haired jock shook in rage; he wanted that inside him. All he could think about now was how the god's barbed cock would feel.

A groan of pleasure escaped Danny's lips, as he slowly slid down on the god's cock. He took the black cock in bit by bit, slowly feeding his arse until his furred buttocks touched the holy lap. Danny gazed lustily at Rex, silently beckoning the blonde jock to come over and lick his goat dick.

The god's hands wrapped around Danny's lithe, muscular body as the young satyr started to bounce up and down on the big black member. Danny closed his eyes and gasped, as the god kissed him on the neck, the hands holding him lovingly. He moaned, with every muffled slap his furred butt against the leathery lap.

Danny's breath became more laboured, as he continued to ride the god's cock. He reached behind him with his arms, groaning, crying out in pleasure. Then as one the two of them cried out.

Cum spurted from Danny's dick, his hips jerking in time with each eruption. Globs of white cum flew through the air, splattering lewdly against the floor, some landing on Danny's bare muscled chest. Some splattered near Rex's head, tantalisingly close, but not close enough.

His cock was still hard, as opposed to Danny's dick. Rex watched enviously as the goat penis slowly retracted, shrinking back into the furred sheath, satiated. How he wished that had been him, how he wished he could release his load and empty his aching nuts.

Slowly, Danny stood up. Cum leaked out and splattered onto the god's softening dick, onto the lap and the ground. He walked unsteadily over towards Rex, his cock still dripping white droplets to the floor.

The satyr smiled drunkenly at Rex. "Don't worry," he told Rex, as he placed a hoof on the top of Rex's blonde head. "Some of your friends will be here." He pressed down and slowly pushed Rex further into the ground until nothing remained of the jock above.

He suddenly felt hands on his stomach. Danny laughed and turned his head back, parted his lips for the god as the leathery lupine muzzle pressed against him.

They kissed passionately, as the room sank into darkness.