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The Spawn of Ba’el

I let out a small yelp as my naked body hit the smooth, cool stone, still rather taken aback by the sudden series of events. I was not the only one of course. The whole room had been filled with naked men, mostly as dark skinned as I was, some of them with fresh bruises from their struggles against our captors. I for my part had only too quickly understood how futile any resistance would be the moment the heavy gates had closed behind us...

The great city of the Sorcerer Lords of Arangh had drawn in many people fleeing from the wars and the famines that had been plaguing the land. And thus, I had come, knowing that there was nothing left for me at home, just as so many others had. Everyone who came was seeking work, on the farms, in the foundries, among the city’s foreign legions or in the service of the mysterious lords of the city…

Maybe I should have known better than to take the offer of the masked man who had come to the ragged camp at the outskirts of the great city, offering an entire gold coin for a drop of blood and the promise to appear at the court of Luna and be at his master’s unconditional disposal for a week’s time.

The offer was way too good, but an entire gold coin, up front, was enough for my mother and older sisters to have an actual start here, to obtain a permit to live and work in the protection of the walls, to do an honest trade instead of having to sell their bodies – like it seemed I had done...

I could not have resisted the offer, not while looking into their eyes and seeing the glint of hope there…

So I had signed the contract, with the sharp rusty red thorn that had greedily soaked up the blood oozing from the small wound, where the man had pricked my finger and in turn received a shining coin and a sliver of paper that would allow me passage through the gate the coming morning…

I did not need to ask what would happen if I should fail to show up. Neither did I feel anything but a numb weight settling down on me, as the masked man had looked down on all of us who had been assembled in the large courtyard, ordering us to strip, telling us we would be all put in an observation room, that we would be locked in until the experiment we were to partake in was completed.

The mask may have hidden the man’s eyes, but his voice nevertheless betrayed his complete lack of compassion. When some of the men had protested, when they had started to scream that they would have no part in any foul, godless sorcery, the man had just raised his hand and the guards had surrounded them.

It had all gone very quickly. Each time their staff weapons with the rings of silvery metal around the tips had hit flesh, a piercing sound had reverberated through the courtyard. Each had been followed by a scream and the sound of a body hitting the ground. They had then ordered us to strip the men writhing on the ground and to strip ourselves – and we had obeyed.

The sun had been beating down on us and by the time we were all done, our naked bodies were gleaming with sweat as we were led to a dark doorway, through a corridor and then into this cell like room.

Several more of the men had balked, cried out in protest and one younger boy started to whimper and scream, his panicked voice echoing from the stone walls.

The guards had dealt with them swiftly – if less violently. I looked over with pity at the boy’s huddled shape, his knees drawn up, shivering despite the heat that already suffused the room.

I let my gaze slowly wander through the relatively packed space, over the assembled naked bodies, sitting down with grim expressions on their faces. Light fell in through and opening in the ceiling, making the room slowly grow warmer as the sun rose ever higher in the sky.

Even though I felt rather apprehensive regarding the exact reason for it, I could not help thinking that at least it had been a smart choice to order us to strip…

Many of the others in here, like the huddled boy, were fellow southerners with brown skin and straight dark hair, but there were others as well. Not far from me sat a man, maybe a few years older than me, whose fair brown hair, tall, muscular build and lightly bronzed skin marked him as one of the northern barbarians. The way he sat, I had a rather good view of the heavy balls dangling between his legs as well as his manhood, which, even flaccid, was impressive enough to make a small flush of heat travel to my cheeks. He gave me a faint smile, returning the look with an expression that made me feel even more heated – and not only in the cheeks…

He had not been one of those who had tried to fight the guards, instead, he had just stood there with a stoic air of dignity, making him seem as if he was standing apart from the rest of us.

Even now, he did not betray any distress, not like some of the bruised men, huddled together in a corner, muttering darkly and casting fearful glances over to the slightly raised area where a steel barred window would allow someone to look in on us…

The cell had something that looked like a latrine of sorts at one end, though thankfully, there was no smell coming from it, as well as a sort of long stone trough that for now seemed to be empty.

Most were trying to avoid being fully inside the circle of bright light falling in from above, but with the many bodies in here and the hot sun shining into the room, there was no escaping the rising temperatures.

I felt the sweat running down my body as I got up to walk over to where the boy from earlier sat huddled and shivering, feeling more and more worried at his condition, especially when he alone was right in the hot sun.

“Umh, are you alright?”, I spoke with the most gentle voice I could muster, causing him to turn his gaze at me. He was still looking wide eyed and fearful, just like some small, helpless animal. I reached out my hand to touch him, carefully, a bit afraid he might suddenly lash out at me. His forehead was fever hot!

“You need to get out of the sun, you will get a heat stroke like this”, I urged him, resting my hand on his shoulder. He just made a mewling sound in reply, not resisting as I dragged him into the shade, holding his shivering body and slowly stroking his sweat damp hair. He reminded me of the cats I used to feed and pet – or one of my younger cousins who had died before we had managed to flee…

The touch and the soothing tone of my voice seemed to calm him a little, his whimpering sounds stopping and the shiver seeming to slowly leave him.

“There, there...”, I said softly, stroking down his back.

“What got you so scared? I mean, everyone is scared of course, but what is getting to you like this?”, I whispered the words, feeling strangely nervous about the answer – and worried that whatever he might say might make the entire room full of frightened men and boys panic...

He stared at me, his thin arms suddenly wrapped around me, holding tightly to my chest as he half whispered almost directly into my ear.

“They are going to kill us. You, me, them...” He gestured into the room, his fingers darting from one naked body to the next with an eerie and rather disturbing precision.

“I just wish… I just wish they would do it already... I, can’t, can’t take the waiting, knowing it will be soon, that is just too much...” He suddenly started to sob, pressing his face right against my chest as his body was shaking violently under the sudden onslaught.

I could do nothing but hold him there, trying to provide more reassurance than I really was feeling myself so that I could calm him down as I gently stroked his bony shoulders.

“Hey, it is gonna be all right, no one is going to kill us, you must have had some bad dream, that is all...” I tried to sound cheerful, even though the memory of how his finger had deliberately pointed from one man or boy to the next had made me feel a strange, creeping feeling of dread I could not really put a name to.

The boy just shook his head, looking at me with an expression that almost seemed like pity.

“It wasn’t just a dream...” He stared at me, as if he was desperately trying to make me see something only he was able to see, but then, as I could do nothing but look at him without understanding, he let go of me, just slumping down, curling up into a fetal ball, the sobbing finally ceasing as I nervously reached out to stroke his back.

“You, you will at least like how it feels though. And me too...” He looked at me from between the messy strands of his tousled hair.

“...but I still feel so scared, waiting for it. And there is nothing to be done, we just wait, for it...”, the boy said as he began to gently rock back and forth on the floor.

“...nothing to be done at all. So….”

He let out a strange sound, not a sob, rather a moan. I looked at him in surprise, reaching out my hand before I stopped, startled at what I saw. He was sporting an erection, the dark foreskin parting around the pinkish head, glistening with a first drop of precum…

I let out a rather startled sound, feeling unsure of what to do, just as suddenly, I felt a strong hand grasping my arm, pulling me back and turning me around, so that I was now face to face with the Northlander from earlier.

I felt my heart skipping a beat, finding myself suddenly so close to him. Close enough to feel the heat of his body...

“Just leave him be, I don’t think you can do anything for him...”

I looked into his bright eyes, feeling a shiver run down my spine. I had thought I felt his interest before, but there was a much clearer intent now as he looked at me…

“He, he said we are going to die…” I did not know why it was the first thing that came out of my mouth. All I knew was that part of me was desperate to say something, put words into the heavy, pressing silence. It was not that I disliked the situation, or him, just that I felt a desperate need to drown out the oppressive thump of my wildly beating heart...

“Yeah, I heard. You need good ears if you want to make it, out in the wildlands...” He grinned at me, showing a mouth full of big, healthy looking teeth with rather prominent canines.

“Seems it is not me though...” He suddenly pulled me closer, causing me to let out a shaky sound as I was now close enough to have his scent envelope me, close enough to clearly feel the heat of his body. My gaze traveled down his muscular bod to discover that his rather sizable member had started to grow stiff. Just like my own had by now…

“So, guess I better make my move now… After all, I rather want to fuck you and I know that you want that, too...” His hot breath was tickling my skin, he was so close...

“I… I don’t, I mean, I...”, I sputtered out, feeling my heart hammering in my chest. He smelled of sweat, but then again, so did I. Baths or soap were a luxury most refugees could not afford and thus, bathing in the cold river was the best I could do myself. I did not at all mind his scent though. If anything, I felt quite aroused by it, by his closeness, the heat of his muscular body. I was just a little hesitant. It would be rather embarrassing, being taken here, right in front of everyone, right in this cell – even though I really wanted him to take me…

“Oh, don’t give me that...” He pushed a knee between my legs, forcing them apart until his own thigh was pressing against my stiff cock.

“Yeah, see, I can tell. You are a bitch boy, aren’t you…?”, he was panting, his heated body pressing against mine, making me quiver, making my nipples grow pert and my cock even stiffer. It made the heat of the room feel even more oppressive making me sweat even more, to the point where I was really starting to feel the pangs of thirst creeping in. It had been hours till I had some water and looking at his sweat glistening chest, I felt the urge to push my face against it and lick up the tantalizing moisture...

Bitch boy… I did know what he meant with it, knew how he meant it, of how the Northerners viewed affection between men. Being called that made me feel a mix of shame and arousal – but more than anything, the tone of his voice had made my cock throb...

“I heard about how boys like you in the southern lands just offer themselves up to proper men, just like female dogs in heat do...”, he rasped, his chest heaving as his body pushed against me.

He was pulling me in, pressing me right against his chest so that I could feel the tickle of the dusty covering of brown hair. I could feel his heartbeat, feel his warm breath on my skin.

I had heard that in the northern lands, submitting to another man was seen as something that would make you less, not a real man, someone who was beneath both proper men and women...

That was different from back home, where even if submissive men were expected to defer to dominant ones, there was a place, a degree of acceptance, maybe even as a recognized consort, if of course not the primary mate...

It went through my head in a confused furry as I felt him push me down, felt his cock rub stiff and hot and slick against me. I could feel his eagerness, the heated lust that filled his body. I could feel my own pert nipples brush against his, making me open my mouth for a moan.

“So, want to become my bitch…?” His stiff cock rubbed against mine till we were both slick and achingly hard. I just let out a small whimper in assent, putting my mouth against his chest, tasting the salty sweat on his hot skin as I parted my legs…

His cock was sliding wet and sticky over my skin, along the cleft between my legs as he pushed them apart, letting out a shuddering groan as his erection rubbed against my twitching sphincter, slicking it up with his slippery precum.

I was just bracing for feeling him push into me as a loud metallic sound echoed through the cell.

His body tensed as he turned his head, his cock withdrawing as his eyes darted about. I let out a disappointed whimper rising up back to a sitting position to follow his gaze.

It was the sound of running water that made me realize what was happening before I had noticed the diagonal metal pipe that had suddenly come down, right over the large stone trough, filling the room with the welcome scent of fresh water.

Hot as it was inside of the cell, the people closest had already scrambled towards the trough and the pipe, some with their mouth beneath the spout, others cupping up the water that was filling the trough, some just with their heads in it, like animals desperate to drink…

The northerner looked down at me with a torn expression on his face. He stayed like this for several seconds, before he shook his head, one of his hands slowly stroking over my trembling chest.

“Don’t worry, I will make you my bitch later...” He grinned, looking at me with an expression that made my face burn.

“Got to get some water now, there is not telling how much they will give us and when the next time will be...” He got up in one swift motion, quickly closing the distance, pushing aside some of the men who were right beneath the spout. I shook my head, looking on for just a moment to watch them wrestle, the Northerners cock still proudly erect. But them fighting over the source allowed the trough to fill up for everyone else while they were trying to push each other away from the spout.

My gaze darted over to where the boy had been lying, but he had already gotten up, leaning over the trough and drinking from his cupped hands.

I felt a small shiver, a mix of shame and lustful longing as I looked at the Northerner again. I had never been with anyone quite like him, but despite the way he treated me, I could not help feeling the burning need for more – or maybe it was exactly because of it...

That animalistic, primal lust, the unashamed arousal, the dominant approach that did not seem to accept a no...

Or was it all just because of this situation we were in? Just the reassuring feeling of a strong, warm body to be pressed against?

No matter what though, I was really thirsty, so I better should hurry. It was like he had said: we did not know when we would next get something to drink or how long the flow of water would last...

I knelt down next to the boy I had held in my arms only minutes before, right at the end of he trough were the water was shallower and the crowd of thirsty bodies getting thinner. But nevertheless, every time the bigger men fought over the spout, there wold be more flowing down to us, so I cupped up as much as I could and drank greedily.

The water had a rather strange taste thought as it ran down my parched throat.

Not quite unpleasant, but, there was something in it, like some medicine maybe? It had a sharp taste and cool as it was, it seemed to get right into my head, making me feel dizzy…

I stopped for a moment, looking at the boy next to me. He had a weird expression on his face, his mouth twisted to a smile that seemed to be without any trace of mirth, his eyes looking like something inside of him was broken, as if someone had reached in and shattered all hope…

And like me, he was still stiffly erect with precum leaking from the tip of his cock...

He looked straight at me, licking up the water trickling from his lips.

“You better drink as much as you can...” He took another handful from the trough greedily gulping it down. I felt my body shivering as my naked skin brushed against his. He was still feeling hot, as if he really had a fever…

“You said, earlier...”, I got out, breaking off, not sure what to say, taking a breath and cupping up another mouthful of water. My heart was starting to beate faster, thick, heavy thumps. Something was definitely not right with it. But I was so thirsty I could not help myself, I needed more. And both the boy and the Northerner were telling me to do so, doing it themselves...

“Yeah, we will die, it will be soon...”, he said with a grave, toneless voice. I could feel him move as he drank again, our bodies pressed against each other as everyone was desperate to drink as much as they could, pushing against their neighbor…

“But trust me, if, if we don’t drink it, it will only be worse. I am sorry... But, it just always goes like this….”, he said in a low voice, his body shaking as he held on to me with one arm, close enough for me to smell the arousal on him – and something else, something new...

“Haaah, I, I think it is starting for me, d, drink, please, trust me, it will, will make it easier...”

I let out a gasp, reaching for him as he sank back to the floor, his body shaking slightly as he stared at me, just as I was looking at him. He took my hand, clasping it for a moment, before he pushed me away.

“...told you… you need to drink it...”

I gave him a last worried glance as I felt his skinny hand push against my shoulders, making me wince a bit as I returned to the trough.

The Northerner was still drinking, but many people had already left, the crowd thinning, allowing me to drink faster, feeling the cool liquid run down my throat as I gulped down handful after handful of the water.

It burned faintly, a bit like watered down brandy, like the stuff they had served at the ceremony for the coming of the rain, back at home…

Was this why my head was feeling so strange, why I felt dizzy, why my body was trembling?

I didn’t care though. Near the trough, the sun was beating down on us and sweat was running down my back.

I drank until finally, I could not drink any more, until the dizziness became so bad that I just fell down, writhing on the floor, feeling my body burning with heat. Just like the boy’s had...

I needed more, no, not more water, I could not drink any more, but, I felt something, like an emptiness within, something like a gaping gulf opening inside of me, demanding to be filled.

I was crawling out of the circle of bright light, feeling my head spinning as I looked up…

There was a shape at the high, barred window, someone looking down on us, someone wearing a mask that covered half of his face…

It did not hide the thin smile on his face, the faint twitching of the corners of his mouth, as if something had him quite pleased. I heard a sound, the scraping of stone and suddenly, the bright sun gave way to a diffuse web of little dots of light, sprinkled over the smooth stone floor…

I let out a whimper, half of my body was still in the circle, the stone beneath still hot, unable to push myself farther away with so many other writhing bodies lying on the floor, shimmering with sweat, their muscles straining as they let out guttural sounds, moans, screams, groans…

I felt a naked, muscular body pushing against me, a hard, throbbing cock that smeared precum over my thigh. Then I was face to face with a young man very close to my own age and not that dissimilar from me: slightly shorter hair, dark skin shining with sweat, trembling like I was, his whole body shaking as he let out a helpless moan.

At first, I did not notice what was going on with him. At first I thought that all I was seeing was his body twitching, that the dark veins were just shadows thrown by the uneven light…

But then those veins started to form into patterns, stripes of a dark green, surrounded by a lighter shade, with tiny spurs or knobs of an even darker color starting to sprout out of those patches. His skin was shining with sweat and suddenly he looked me straight in the face, staring at me out of eyes that were bleeding into yellow. He stretched out a hand. A hand with the skin between the fingers seeming to come loose, forming a small membrane…

I felt a sudden wave of heat slamming into me, trickling through my body. Felt my skin grow hot, sweat pouring from every pore as I felt something pushing through…

I raised my own hands, looking on with dulled shock as they too were sporting membranes of skin. I could only look on as if transfixed as my fingertips shifted, becoming thicker, watched as my nails softened, seeming to shrink and half merge with my skin.

My own body was changing. I could see it, feel it as I touched the new smooth stretches of greenish skin, free of even the finest body hair. They seemed oddly sensitive, causing me to let out a moan just from the soft touch of my own fingers. My cock was achingly hard, throbbing with an obvious demand.

I looked back to the young man who had just been brushing against me, maybe searching for someone to find relief with, as my mind was flooded by the all too recent memory of a large, muscular body pressing against me, the unfulfilled promise it had held...

My whole body went rigid as I focused on him, the man mirroring my own transformation next to me.

He had not shifted any further, no, if anything, he had stabilized, covered now in a rather intriguing mix of dark human skin and the new pattern of smooth greens, all regular and symmetric, alien as it might look. No, he might not be transforming any further, but the man who was now on top of him was obviously still right in the grip of whatever was affecting us. And he already was barely human anymore.

I gasped, feeling like I was paralyzed as I saw his short hair first starting to wetly cling to his scalp and then, slowly, just fade, merge with it, only to have black spikes of bone or horn break through his scalp, where the skin already was almost completely green. It was not the same all over his body though, no, his chest and belly had instead actually grown very pale, without even a faint pinkish flush as the pale skin of the Northlanders would show. And all over his body, his muscles were bulging, making him shake violently as he opened his mouth impossibly wide to let out a croaking cry.

I just stared, feeling both shock and a strange swelling of arousal as the transformation was complete and the man, the man who as I now noticed was up to his balls in the moaning and whimpering young man beneath him, had turned into a monster. A human shaped, muscular frog, horned, his back covered with bulging spots and little spikes, his head reformed to make space for a yawning, toothed maw, with a thick tongue glistening with slick saliva poking out.

I felt for my own head, still feeling hair, even if it maybe seemed thicker, a bit stiffer now, but still falling to my shoulders. I was apparently just like the young man beneath the demonic frog monster, had the same markings, the same little spurs that must be the precursor to the dark, horny spikes…

What was happening to us? Was this, was this the “experiment” the masked man had talked about?

I drew my gaze away from the writhing bodies, feeling myself shaking uncontrollably in a mix of panic and a weird sensation all over my body. It was as if my skin was unbelievably sensitive still and every little movement of the air like a teasing caress. I could feel my throbbing cock ooze precum with every lewd sound of slick flesh slapping against flesh, unable to fight the heart-pounding, raw want that seemed to well up inside.

The dim twilight that had fallen over the room strangely seemed a lot brighter now, bright enough to take in what was happening around me in a sudden flurry of impressions.

I could see the Northerner, not far from me, still writhing, the dark veins spreading over his skin, saw how the dark spurs were breaking through on his back, saw how the bones in his body, in his skull shifted with a popping sound. He was already massive, but his body now was seeming to burst with muscle, already outstripping the frog man I had first laid eyes on.

And they were not the only ones, everywhere around me, men and boys were shifting, their moans, their cries that turned into deep, croaking utterances filling the room, the scent of sweat and arousal so heavy in the air that it made me feel dizzy and desperately horny. Maybe a third of them at least were already shifted into the man frogs, maybe a third seemingly stable and still mostly human, like the young man I had been pressed against. Just like me…

I heard a whimpering cry and suddenly, my eyes were on the boy, the boy I had held, whom I had tried to comfort. The boy who had told me we both would die…

He was like me, still mostly human, still skinny, even though the change had made his muscles swell. A large man, right in the middle of his shift was pushing his thick, leaking cock against his lips, just as another one, already a frog monster, had his large, webbed hands on his hips, spreading the boys legs apart as he was slamming into him, making him cry out, the boy’s voice betraying his own arousal, muffled only when the second man pushed his throbbing cock right into the open mouth…

I could not help letting out a whimpering moan as I watched. My skin was tingling, my heart thumping as I felt the arousal throughout my body, the sudden longing to be there, right in the middle of the overwhelming scent of sex that had begun to fill the room, right within the writhing mass of warm bodies…

My hand moved to my cock, feeling the slick, stiff rod of flesh throb with an almost agonizing jolt of ecstatic heat. Slick, sweet and salty smelling pre was coating my webbed fingers. It, too, was different, smelled different. Or was it that my sense of smell had changed? There seemed to be something sweet and savory to it, something appetizing, like the smell of food…

I still felt a little shaky still, not quite recovered from the heat and dizzy confusion of the transformation, but certainly, I could just move, could I not? Crawl closer to one of the muscular frog man, to the Northlander...

I felt the urge in every fiber of my body, the longing, desperate need welling up inside.

I let out a shivering breath, trembling, despite the heat. I knew I just had to crawl towards one of them, just let it happen, like it was everywhere around me...

A sudden lewdly slick sound made me flinch, my whole body growing stiff. It seemed louder than it had any right to be, right in the concert of moans and the slap of flesh against flesh. I turned my head to look over to the young man who had been writhing and shifting next to me as we had been transformed, the man I had seen being mounted by one of the fully shifted frog men...

Now, there was only half of him left. The other half vanished into the huge, toothed maw of the frog man, only his legs and lower abdomen still sticking out and witching. His muscular abdomen was fluttering with ragged breaths, glistening with sweat, splattered in semen, still spurting from his stiff cock.

My heart seemed to stop, time slowing down to a thick molasses as I watched, eyes wide, breath caught in my throat as it hit me like a numbing hot spark. Like the heavy crackling sensation in the dry air just before a thunderstorm. He was being eaten, eaten alive, just like, just like I had seen frogs do, back in the ponds at home…

It felt weird how clear the memory was, welling up as my whole body was tingling, numb, shivering and unable to move or look away. I could not help remembering how I had stared wide eyed at one of the big frogs with the twitching rear legs of a smaller one, one of his own kind, sticking out of his broad maw as he quickly opened and closed it, gulping the other frog down until nothing remained but a slightly bloated belly…

Past and present seemed to blend together, the flustered shock of my more innocent childhood mixing with my flustered horror and arousal of my present self…

My wildly thumping heart was making the thick pounding of blood reverberate through my body as I watched the long tongue wrap around him, pulling him in with inescapable power. I could not quite understand why, but the panicked fear overwhelming me was mixed with an incredible arousal that was flooding my whole body, making me sweat and tremble helplessly, my cock even stiffer than it had been before…

The frogman was grabbing him with his hands, pushing him in, his tongue wound around the squirming body, pushing the still erect shaft against the young man’s abdomen as his prey just slid in with a lewd, wet sound, gulp by gulp, until all that was left were the weakly kicking lower legs and webbed feet.

I could not help the feeble sound escaping my throat as my hand was wandering down, feeling my own slick, throbbing erection. I could not help it, could not think of anything but sliding my hand quickly up and down as I saw the man I had just minutes before been brushing against completely vanish, staring at the still firm length of erect meat rubbing against the frog man’s swollen gut as he let out a sound, half a burp, half a croak, showing off his dark, gaping maw…

I still felt numb, my mind dazed with the overpowering sensation, the all consuming arousal, the deep, primal fear. Everything just seemed to slowly tumble into place…

The experiment, the strange taste in the water, a generous payment in advance…

They had bought our lives.

They had thrown us in here to turn us into monsters, into the sort of things the Lords of Arangh were whispered to send on the battlefield. Monstrosities, demons made flesh, the spawn of the dark pantheon of outside beings to which temples and altars where erected all over the city. And those of us who did not turn…

The words of the trembling, skinny boy echoed in my mind: They are going to kill us…

I had thought that he must have been referring to the guards, or the lord of this court who would make us writhe and burn in streams of crackling balefire. But it was all much more simple…

I still felt numb, heart pounding, trembling and unable to move as I turned my head, looking back to the writhing bodies, to where I had seen the boy being taken by two of the frog monsters, the newly made demon spawn, whatever they might be exactly.

He was still there, right between the two frogs, one tongue wrapped around his body, his skin glistening with sweat and slick saliva. Both of the rippling, muscular bodies were trying to push each other aside, fighting over their squirming, whimpering meal, their cocks still hard and leaking their seed, pushing into him with lewd slaps o flesh against flesh...

I felt an aching jolt running through my cock and balls with an almost painful intensity as I watched him squirm between them, not struggling, just bucking helplessly, until his cock exploded in a throbbing burst of sticky semen. I could smell it, the sweet, salty aroma as our eyes were suddenly meeting each other over the short distance.

His expression seemed empty, empty of his previous fear, as if something had washed it all away, like a tidal wave, leaving nothing behind but a slightly vacant, blissful expression.

I saw him smile at me, the thick, spurting cock dropping from his mouth as the frogman who was plowing into him finally got hold and now began to devour him. A last gaze, full of a haunting mix of despair and helpless, lusty abandon, then he vanished into the gaping maw, his bobbing cock spurting another load of sticky white seed over his heaving chest and abdomen…

You, you will like how it feels though, me too…

His words from earlier echoed in my mind as I just watched, shivering, realizing that my arousal, my stiffly aching cock, was becoming harder and harder to bear.

I wanted to be next...

Everywhere around me the orgy of sex and squirming meat was progressing, the sound of lusty moans, croaking groans and the lewd, wet noises of still mostly human bodies vanishing into gaping maws filling the warm air. I could taste the mix of sweat, semen and the strange scent of the frog men lying heavy in the air…

But luckily or unluckily, I did not have to wait much longer to be made part of it myself.

I recognized the scent even before the heavy weight of his muscular body pushed me down, onto my back, warm and smooth, trembling, with a hard, leaking cock rubbing stickily against me. Even if his scent now had that strange musky note to it that seemed to come with the full transformation, I instantly recognized it, recognized him, my body remembering the sensation of having been skin to skin with him, having been enveloped in his heat and the raw scent of his lusty arousal.

The northerner might have completely shifted now, but somehow, I still felt like I could recognize him: in the broad shoulders, the curve of now even more impressive muscles…

His muscular body felt surprisingly hot, not at all like a cold blooded creature. He was pressing me down, his huge shaft, hard and slick with precum now rubbing against mine in an unbearably arousing sensation.

I felt my heart pound, hard, fast, like a gong or a bell, each beat counting down to a fast approaching end point. And my cock was aching with that incredible, all consuming need…

I wanted this, wanted him, wanted all of it. It had build up like a wild, primal urge.

His chest was now smooth, flat skin, no pert nipple brushing against pert nipple, but the sensation was just as intensely erotic as before. It made my skin tingle like crackling sparks as I spread my legs, making him let out a croaking sound full of lust and hunger.

I felt his thick, dripping cock push against my hole, blunt and hard with steady, relentless force. I let out a stuttering whimper, feeling the my spincter tense and flutter. I was too overcome, too wound up, even though the panic had long started to dissolve, leaving nothing else behind than the excited, willing submission.

I looked up into the yellow eyes as one of the webbed hands came to rest on my chest, right over my heart, holding me down with a firm, steady strength. I moaned out lout, feeling it right against my wildly beating heart, meeting his gaze, wondering who or what was looking back at me.

I had come to think that what I was facing could only be a monster, something foreign that had overtaken the men who had changed, blown away who they had been, filling them with a new, strange, monstrous self, something from outside that had invaded and taken them over…

But that was not it…

That was not what had happened to me, to the others who had only half shifted.

And neither did it explain why I suddenly, wordless as the frantic, heated encounter had been, had the clear feeling of recognizing the same, calm assured confidence, the same unashamed want…

This was still him, this was still the man who had teasingly asked whether I wanted to be his bitch...

The same man who had been so cocky to already be certain of the answer…

“Hnnnnh, aaah, yes, aah, I...”

My words were cut off, whatever I might have been meaning to say – even I did not know. And I did not care, really, because my clenched muscle finally gave way, relaxing enough to let the thick, throbbing rod of his cock push into me, sinking into my body like a sword into warm flesh, making me cry out, whimper and buck with the overwhelming, intense satisfaction.

I felt like I had been empty for an unbearable length of time and now, finally was being filled. Finally impaled by his thick throbbing cock. It felt firm and so incredibly hot, his thick, musky precum oozing from the swollen blunt tip, coating my insides, like it was seeping right into my skin and spreading a crackling electric heat, right into me. It was like a jolt was going through my whole body, making me writhe beneath him, feeling his weight press down on me as he was thrusting in and out, my legs wrapped around his muscular body, my aching cock smearing its own flood of sweet and salty precum all over his muscular abs…

I could feel how he was drawing in air, how his mouth opened, revealing the slick, powerful tongue as it slowly darted out, licking over my face and neck.

Warm saliva was running over my skin as I was slowly tasted…

Trails of it remained on my skin as the tongue withdrew, back into the yawning abyss of his maw.

And that was where I would be going…

I felt it hit me with a sudden shiver, the stark, uncompromising realization making my heart thump like mad, my cock throbbing with a sudden intensity I still could not fully understand.

I saw the half human face twist in an expression of obvious enjoyment, a hungry look as he stared right into my eyes.

It was mad, like a dream that could not be quite real, the fact that we both were humans, had been humans and now, now, despite both of us still being thinking, feeling beings, there was this new reality. One where I was nothing but a prey animal in the end, one of those smaller frogs meant for nothing but to feed the stronger, bigger ones…

I cried out as I felt him just steadily push in, pull out, push in deeper. Still looking right into those golden eyes. And I knew what would happen once he came, once I would come…

But it did not change that I was feeling more aroused than I ever had been. My confused, feverish mind was turning and twirling in the torrential stream of sex, the hungry tide that was just about to sweep me away, down into the depth, all the way, all…

I, could not, just could not take any more, not when he was pushing so deeply into me, spreading me, slick and tingling. I gasped as my body jerked helplessly, clenching around him, my bucking hips helping him to go deeper, all the way, till I felt his heavy balls slap against me, just the very moment he came down on me. He let out a guttural cry as he slammed me into the stone floor with bruising force, his cock throbbing with the overpowering force of his climax as he flooded me with his hot, tingling semen.

I could do nothing but moan, nothing but jolt with helpless ecstasy as my own cock began to erupt under the onslaught of heat and slick pressure against my most sensitive parts and the overwhelming scent of him flooding my senses. I felt his tongue shoot out, wrapping around my upper body with a tight, sticky grip.

I looked at him, making a whimpering sound of submission as I felt him ride out his climax, opening his maw to let his breath wash over me.

I was feeling numb and over sensitive at the same time, my whole body tingling, twitching desperately at nothing more than the feel of his tongue wrapping tighter around me, at the slick, warm sensation of cum running down between my legs.

I saw his beautiful yet terrifying golden eyes for a last time as I felt my whole body drawn into the wide open maw with a sudden lurch. Then, everything went dark.

I could not help squirming, could not help jerking with helpless terror, numbed as it was by the overwhelming feeling of blissful afterglow. I was being eaten, swallowed alive. Soon I would be nothing but fuel to him…

And still, I could not help it, could not help the arousal, the crackling feeling of being spread, half impaled on his cock, leaking his juices, feeling the tingling sensation of them slowly working their way into my body…

My cock gave another throbbing jolt as his powerful tongue was wrapping around it, pushing my stiff length right against my toned abdomen, where dark human skin met the new patterns of different shades of green, where the transformation had ended, failed…

But now that failure was to be erased, now there would soon only be a room full of full fledged frog men with bloated, squirming bellies...

My body jerked violently as I shot another load, helpless to withstand the overpowering sensation, my cum mixing with saliva, smearing all over my skin. I felt exhausted, drained, like after a hard day of work, only that instead of stiff aches, every square inch of me felt like it was melting in the arousing heat that was now enveloping me, slick with sweat, cum and saliva, slipping in easily as I was quickly, hungrily devoured.

His webbed hands grabbed my butt, giving it a tight, slow squeeze, fondling my firm cheeks as if in a last, teasing caress, my cock throbbing with an unbelievably intense, ecstatic sensation as it slid over his tongue, just as my head pushed deeper into the darkness…

I had been enveloped by tight, pliant flesh, all around me, like a soft, slick and warm embrace. But now, as my body slid down, aided by gravity, I felt my head push against a barrier, a spongy, soft wall as the space around me gave more slack, widening as my body slowly slipped in with an almost unbearable sensation of my oversensitive flesh sliding over the slick, warm walls of his throat…

My cock was about ready to burst again as I felt his tongue teasingly caressing my feet, engulfing them in the hungry heat of his maw. His teeth were playfully grazing my toes, his tongue toying with me for a last time before finally, the row of sharp fangs closed, sealing me shut. Sealing my fate…

I could feel the thumping beat of his heart all around me, a steady, strong rhythm as I began to shift, my body moving, squirming and thrashing about until the stomach walls closed in on me, griping me firmly until I finally was balled up inside, slick and slimy, feeling how the viscous goo around me was tingling on my skin…

That was it. I was nothing but frog food now…

My heart was fluttering, my body shivering under the tingling assault, blinking as I felt a slicked strand of hair brush against my eyelid. Strange…

At first I thought it must be just a trick of the mind, some effect of the strange, intimate sensation all around me, but slowly, I realized that it was no longer dark around me. The walls were glowing, shimmering with a soft, white light. I raised my hand, looking at the small membranes between my fingers, seeing how glistening slime was running over my skin. Glistening slime…

Yes, it was oozing from the stomach walls. The gooey secretion glimmering with small bubbles of light at first, before those started slowly dissolving. And finally, I was in a shimmering, slime little cave, everything coated in a strange, glistening sheen.

I let my gaze wander over the tight walls, churning, undulating softly, so close to my face…

My whole body was slowly squeezed, the glowing slime worked into my skin, sticking to my rock hard cock as my hand slowly moved down to touch it. I felt a bit flustered, nervous as I began to rub my fingers up and down my sensitive length, feeling the slick slime tingling on my skin.

Well, no one was ever going to care, likely, no one would ever know…

...because very soon, I would be dead and digested…

Would I pass out from the lack of air, my squirms just slowly coming to an end? Or would I feel myself being burned up alive by the stomach’s juices? Would I end up desperately kicking and struggling inside as I was feeling the agony of being digested alive…?

Just thinking of it made my heart race, but even the thought of ending in mind shattering pain did not make my throbbing erection subside. Well, maybe I would just pass out from that, like I would back home, nestled against the sweaty, exhausted body of a friend or lover, sinking into the warm embrace of sleep together with semen still dripping from my half erect cock…

I let out a muffled moan, pressing my hard, aching shaft against the fleshy folds that wrapped around me, feeling the throbbing need build up, only spurred on by the strange, tingling sensation that I felt all over my skin. No, not just all over my skin…

Then I understood. This, this was the very same sensation I had started to feel when precum and hot semen had flooded my insides, in the heat of sex. The same lewd tingle that had seemed to seep right into my body.

I let ut a gasp, feeling my body jolt with a sudden rush of sensation. Not just the overwhelming warm, tingling feel of being slowly squeezed by the churning stomach walls, there was something else, something like a presence I was brushing against, like a wave of sensation and emotion washing over me.

A warm, satisfied feeling of sated lust and sated hunger, the content feeling of a full belly and a semi solid cock, still dripping with semen…

It was like I was burning with a lewd, sticky heat, a throbbing feeling as if my whole body was in the same state as my throbbing cock. The electric sensation all over became stronger, making me feel like my skin was starting to dissolve. But it did not hurt. It actually felt amazing.

I was completely covered in the faintly glowing slime now, like a glossy finish to my dark skin. And at the same time, the tingling wave of heat was spreading through my body, up from my rear, up from where I had been pumped full of his seed…

His seed and this slime, were they actually any different? Was it maybe the reason I, no, we all had been fucked by them? Had it already started the moment he had bred me with his semen?

I was shivering, bucking like mad, feeling overwhelmed by the intense, growing sensation of arousal. An arousal that I could now clearly feel was not mine alone…

My body was starting to melt. I realized it with a mix of shock and arousal. I was not burning up, not dissolved in stinging acrid juices, I was slowly suffused by the warm, glowing slime…

And with every moment, the sensation of something, someone else grew stronger, like loud noise, starting to drown out my own thoughts…

I, I was melting into him, not only my body, but my everything, my soul, my identity. I was slowly going to dissolve into nothing but a part of him. And every moment of it was ovewhelming me with the most incredibly arousal of my life.

I could feel his reaction to my frantic, helpless squirming, the swelling of his cock as he felt it. The resonance as I realized he was absorbing me, feeling me, taking in the ecstatic sensation of my own throbbing cock, the unbearable need, as I felt him savor my sweet and savory taste lingering in his mouth…

I cried out, bucking helplessly as the churning walls were kneading and squeezing my body, working the hot, glowing goo deeper and deeper into me. I was starting to soften already, I could sense it, feel how my bones seemed to bend, how my flesh gave in, my skin becoming gooey soft as I desperately rubbed my erection against the powerful vice like grip, feeling the slime seep right into my urethra, into my ass, filling my balls.

The firm, relentless grip squeezed the air from my lungs, making me struggle for breath, only to feel the thick goo rush in, filling my mouth, going right down to my lungs like hot honey. I was jerking helplessly, my panicked, lusty moan forever silenced as I felt the burning heat suffuse all of my body, overtaking my brain with the intense wave of his satisfaction, mixing with the unbearable current of ecstatic climax as I shot my load against the stomach walls, already indistinguishable from the glowing slime I was dissolving into.

A last, frantic shudder went through my body, then everything went searing white, everything melting into the wonderful feeling of blissful release as I felt myself sink into in the overwhelming sensation of him, his body, his mind, his soul...

The last thing I felt was the lewd, gooey squish of my whole body being smothered and dissolved into sticky slime, everything just fading into feeling his content, lazy afterglow. He let out a last, sated burp as I felt the last sensation of my own body vanish into the slick, warm goo as I let myself drown into him until nothing else remained...