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Spice of Life

Written by Leo_Todrius

Commissioned by Beardbear

Bright, late afternoon sun shone down across downtown, though it had a harder time navigating between the countless towers and skyscrapers that stretched up higher than most citizens were willing to look. Still, it bounced off of the mirrored glass of the bank tower, filtered through the clear walls of the sky bridge spanning the trade building, arched down at a steep angle and made it all the way into the otherwise dark interior of the Quartermaster Pub and Restaurant.

It was a sharp contrast between the bright exterior and the dark interior. The walls were a deep, dark, rich reddish black wood with diamond shaped light fixtures as needed. It sat a little below the sidewalk, allowing the patrons to look out and up at the impressive buildings all around them. Even for being mid-week, business was booming and there were so many patrons that it would have been almost impossible to hear one's own conversation – assuming, of course, that William and Cal had been having a conversation.

The two sat at one of the tables on the outer edge, savoring their meal. William was twenty six, his blond hair perfectly quaffed, wearing a button up shirt blue shirt and khaki pants. His watch glinted gold in the sun, matching the local IPA in the glass he sipped from. Cal, however, seemed a little apart. His messy brown hair was hidden beneath a green and black backwards snapback hat. He wore a black t-shirt and black jeans to try and look more cultured, but it didn't quite work.

William had rearranged his work schedule so they could have reservations at the famous and popular restaurant and the food did not disappoint. He had chosen a house made pappardelle and seared sturgeon while Cal had stuck to something a little more familiar and gone for the Quartermaster Burger. Even with it being a burger and fries, Cal poked at the assortment of vegetables they had put on the side of his plate that were apparently pickled.

It was a rather nice meal in a very nice place on quite a nice day. It had all the ingredients to make a great date, but Cal felt very much like the pickled vegetables he had getting poked around. The start of his relationship with William had been fiery and passionate. They were everything that the other lacked. William was a little older, more sophisticated and mature, a power player with charm. Cal was wild, passionate, a free spirit and down to Earth. They always said that opposites attract, but Cal was wondering if their relationship had frozen to the point that they were both just too nervous to say out loud that it was over.

William finished his drink, smiling to the waitress, his dark blue eyes almost glittering with a joy that Cal only saw in fleeting glimpses. He paid for the check, as he always did and Cal followed after, moving between business men and women from around the city. They moved up the steps to street level and out into the open air. Cal followed after William, nodding his head to the bellhop outside the hotel while his boyfriend cut through the crowds like a knife through butter, making it all the way to the cross-walk before he started to cross.

Cal froze, feeling stress and anxiety well up in him. William crossed whether the crosswalk light was red or not because people always stopped for him. Cal, however, had been bumped by more than one car when he tried the same thing so he'd opted to try and follow the rules. After a few moments the light changed and Cal darted after, breaking into a light jog to catch up. William glanced over his shoulder but didn't say anything. Cal almost felt like stopping right there because of that, but then again they had to ride the same bus home…

After two more blocks they reached their stop, coming around the corner of an old red brick church with stained glass windows surrounded by trees that had to be at least eighty years old. The branches swayed in the late afternoon air and Cal slumped down on the bench. William remained standing, glancing at his watch, trying to calculate just how long it would be until their ride arrived. Both men were observed by another individual leaning against a lamp post.

The man was in his late thirties from the look of his skin, though it was hard to tell. He had a long, thick, robust sandy brown beard with an over-the-top mustache. His eyes were a light caramel color and he had on a hat that complimented his long coat. It seemed almost too hot for a day like the one they were having, but his style stretched beyond the weather. The man looked at the two youths with a bit of a soft smile.

"Excuse me, sir, do you have the time?" he asked. William hesitated before glancing at his watch and then looking back up.

"Twelve forty eight." He answered, his voice smooth and mellow. The bearded man gave a nod of his head and walked slowly, step by step, behind the two, coming around the backside of the bench before he settled down next to Cal. Cal caught a hint of the man's scent in the air, a sort of sage like spice. The bearded man looked Cal over, his smile ever present.

"It looks like you're waiting for another time yourself." He commented. Cal blushed a little, feeling as if this strange man had peered right through him.

"I guess…" Cal admitted, "Not sure if it's memory or wishes." He said. The bearded man only smiled more and nodded.

"If there is one thing in life that cannot be avoided, it is change. Change is the constant driving force. It can be scary, but it can also be exhilarating. You know what they say; variety is the spice of life." He said softly.

"I think… I could use a little spice myself." Cal said. The bearded man grinned happily at that and nodded as he stood back up, clapping Cal on the shoulder.

"I think you'll make a very good boy." He said before he turned and started walking off, producing a cane from his coat that tapped on the cement as he walked down the gentle slope, heading back toward downtown. Cal was left perplexed and mystified, though intrigued. William, however, just scoffed.

"I hate public transit. You always have to deal with the weirdos." He muttered under his breath. The elation Cal felt was suddenly muffled by William's negativity, though not all of the magic had left Cal. He was left thinking about the strange man and how different it must be to live life open to change.

Cal's thoughts were interrupted as the growl of the bus came from down the street, the blue and white vehicle lumbering along in a sea of cars. Cal stood up slowly next to William, waiting, wondering if change would find their relationship, if it would spice things up, and if he'd ever be even a fraction as interesting as the strange bearded man that had disappeared back into the city.

****

It was a long rid home on the bus, but thankfully they didn't have to make any connections. As crowded as the restaurant had been, Cal was thankful that the bus wasn't over-filled. There were a few people up front; a mother with a stroller, some elderly gentlemen, one skater, but not too many passengers.

William and Cal sat near the back in the elevated portion behind the rear door. They were surrounded by yellow painted metal guard rails and Plexiglas barriers. The growl from the engine was steady, only revving up and down depending on how long it was between the bus starting and stopping. Cal leaned against the hard plastic seat, thinking about his encounter with the bearded man, how somehow that had been the longest conversation he'd had all day.

He glanced over at William, thinking about how quiet he had been. Was that the sort of way someone could be? Was he just wrapped up in his own thoughts so much that he couldn't come up with any conversation? Cal exhaled slowly. Even the pat on his shoulder had been more physical contact than he was used to. Call sighed as he reached up to scratch at his chin, though he paused as his finger dragged against something unexpected – stubble. Cal was surprised to feel the coarse feeling against his finger. He'd shaved just that morning because William liked things smooth, but as Cal turned to look at his reflection, sure enough he could see the dark dusting of stubble along his chin.

There was a strange quirk of excitement jolting through his heart. While William liked him smooth, Cal had always wanted to experiment a little, to try new things, to enjoy the exciting variety of options someone with facial hair could have. He rubbed at it, making sure it was real. Sure enough, it was even coarser than it had been a moment before. Cal found it too easy to get carried away, and rubbing at his chin was having unexpected side effects. He felt his pants tighten as his manhood stirred a little from its slumber, and even his nipples were getting in on the action by tightening up. Cal felt a little like he was losing his mind, but at least it was a fun way to lose it.

As the young man shifted in his seat, he kept glancing back at William who had gone into his phone. Somehow he hadn't noticed. Cal thought that it might have been for the best. The worst thing William could have done at the end of their date was to tell him to shave again. Cal reached back up to rub his chin again but wound up nearly punching himself. At first he thought it had been because of a bump in the road, but it seemed almost as if his arm was longer than it had been. Cal shook his head a bit, trying to shake off the impact.

The bus came to a stop and sat, letting the minutes tick by. Cal looked at his reflection, noticing that his upper lip was darkening as well. Cal's bulge tightened further and he ran his finger over the coarse stubble, admiring it. Maybe that was why the bearded man had taken such an interest. Maybe it had grown out more during the day than he thought. Surely that had to be it… but as he glanced back at William, another idea started to occur to him. It had to be something… more.

Cal had been so self obsessed that he hadn't noticed at first, but when he looked back at William there was no way to ignore it. His boyfriend's perfectly quaffed hair was bleaching out from the roots. Little by little, the light blond hair was losing all pigment and tone, blanching and lightening to a perfect crisp white. His eyebrows lost their color and got a little wispier on the edges, then came a strange pale dusting to his cheeks that it took Cal a moment to realize was stubble.

"Wi… William?" Cal whispered, his eyes widening in shock.

"Hmmm?" William asked, not looking up from his phone. Tiny wisps of hair grew out from William's knuckles, then across the back of his hand. His tight blue button up shirt seemed to get puffier, no doubt because the invisible hairs on his arms were changing just like the ones at his wrist as they took on the color of snow and started to grow out thicker.

Cal watched with abject wonder as his perfect boyfriend seemed to… mature? Age? Develop? It was hard to say exactly what was happening, but something in Cal kept him from pointing it out just yet. William's shirt grew tighter and tighter, the buttons straining as curls of white hair began poking out along his collar and his stomach started to distend, stretching out a little at a time.

Cal had been distracted by William's change long enough that he forgot about his own until he felt something cool and plastic brush his back. Cal looked down to realize that his midriff was showing. He had added on a good four inches of height and his clothes just weren't fitting quite right anymore. Cal wasn't sure what to say, but he shuddered a little bit as he felt his stomach tighten, stiffen, and contract before the soft flesh pulled back over a defined washboard of abdominal muscles. His jaw fell a bit, a jaw that was now tipped with a brown fringe of facial hair.

William reached up to adjust his collar, unbuttoning it, letting out a furl of white hair. He unbuttoned his sleeves as well, letting them air out a bit. His gold watch nearly caught on all the arm hair he had, and the unbuttoning hadn't helped with the bulge along his midsection either. Cal watched and almost held his breath as the buttons got tighter and tighter and tighter. The shirt was apparently well made because it held up far longer than Cal thought possible, but in the end it finally snapped. A button shot off, hitting the Plexiglas barrier. Then another. The shirt gave out, revealing a bulging, rounding stomach.

The changes seemed to accelerate suddenly now that they weren't being held back. William's perfect body began to swell, growing fuller and more bodied around the stomach. The formerly fit smooth surface rounded out into a proper belly, William's pecs filling and fattening until they stuck out more. It was an impressive amount of growth, adding on a good forty or fifty pounds, but Cal couldn't keep his eyes on his boyfriend's stomach, not when so much was going on with his head.

It had started like a light dusting at first, but then little by little, William's snow white hair was cascading down from his head, catching in the air currents, raining down across the seats. He was shedding like a wild dog, but the testosterone that was surging through his body to make him lose his hair was having other profound effects. His perfect face had been covered by a frost of stubble for a few minutes, but now it was coming out in force. White hairs pushed down over his upper lip while centimeter by centimeter, a covering extruded from his cheeks, his chin and under his jaw.

It took only four stops for William's perfect hair to shed away, revealing a perfect, smooth, weathered and toughened skull while his face was engulfed in a pure white beard. His skin started to toughen up and get a bit more leathery. Crinkles appeared at the corner of his eyes and a few spots appeared like freckles along his arms and his hands. His shirt was busted open to reveal both his pecs and his belly, and his khaki pants had developed a rather sizeable bulge. In moments William had matured a few decades in some respects, though he still seemed virile and strong to Cal.

Cal watched with wonder as William's white beard descended inch by inch by inch. It pushed past his adam's apple, his collarbone, his sternum before finally slowing to a stop as it brushed the top of his full, rotund beer belly. Cal was breathing fast, his cock rock hard now as he watched his picture perfect boyfriend become the sort of father figure many wished they could have. His sleeves were practically floating over forests of hair on his arms and shoulders, and a pelt of hair covered his chest even beneath his full beard.

Taking it all in, Cal felt a little bad that William hadn't seemed to notice. Cal opened his mouth to say something but then suddenly doubled over as he felt a strange throbbing rip through his body. His t-shirt tightened fast, especially around his shoulders and arms. Cal's shoulders thickened and tightened before expanding outward. His biceps and triceps ballooned outward. He had gone from the body of a slacker to the body of a swimmer.

Cal's breaths were hot, and he realized as he felt a tickle on his lip that it came from a new mustache. Glancing up at his reflection, he had gained a brown goatee. It was thickest above his lip and on his chin, hanging down a few inches below his jaw. Cal reached up nervously and pet the hair, feeling its volume, its strength, flicking it about. A wet spot started to form in the crotch of his jeans, his cock leaking a stream of pre.

The pleasure was too much to bear and he leaned back in his seat, taking his hand away from his beard and keeping it away from his pants. His heart raced, he felt flushed. Cal wasn't sure how any of this was possible, but even without touching himself he could feel his cheeks tingling as the stubble grew out centimeter by centimeter, joining in with his goatee until it was one even, cohesive, respectable beard.

The bus lurched as it began to slow down, pulling over to the curb and coming to a stop. Cal was so distracted that he didn't realize that they had reached their stop, but William – or at least the man William had become – stood up to his full height. His hairy belly was on display, covered in a thicket of hair. Nipple rings hung from his meaty pecs and his long, flowing white beard rested all the way down to his sternum, hugging his strong face while his head glistened smooth and hairless beneath the bus lights.

"Come on, boy." William said. His voice was deeper, more confident. He reached out and put a hand on Cal's shoulder. The strong fingers squeezed his shoulder with a possessiveness, an ownership. It sent chills through Cal's spine. He rose to his feet obediently and followed after. William stepped off the bus first, stretching a little as he made it to the sidewalk. Cal trotted down after him. The bus doors squeaked as they shut and the vehicle started to lumber off down the road.

Cal's heart was beating so fast he could feel it in his ears, thumping away. He looked up at their reflection in the windows of the storefront beneath their apartment… They could have been father and son with their apparent age difference, but William was a paradox, a mix of young and old at the same time. Cal's mind spun through everything, but William turned, put a hand on the back of Cal's head and leaned in for a kiss.

Those tough lips hit Cal's, but more, he felt the tickle and tingle of William's snow white beard meshing and brushing against his younger, fresher brown beard. It felt naughty, saucy, wicked and taboo. Their age difference was impressive, and anyone that thought for a moment they could have been father and son knew better now. Cal returned the kiss eagerly. William put his other hand down, not on Cal's lips, but on his crotch. With a few gropes of that big, hairy hand, William broke the kiss and chuckled.

"Looks like pup's all ready for play, huh? Let's get upstairs, boy." William said, licking the pre from the palm of his hand before he moved to unlock the door to the apartment. William moved up the narrow steps and Cal followed after, closing the door behind him. The street noise fell away and all he was left with was his racing heart again. Cal followed William up, realizing how delicious his daddy's ass was… and then realizing he had thought of William as his daddy. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, though his erection was raging on as much as ever.

William unlocked the last door and eased it open, stepping in. He fished his wallet, keys and phone out of his pocket to dump in a wooden bowl on an end table by the door. Cal caught up to William and stood in the doorway, but his eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the dwelling they had shared for some time. The décor was shifting before his eyes, warping and changing just as they had on the bus.

The recliner at the edge of the living room stretched bigger and wider, the red material turning to black leather. The gluten free, low salt, organic groceries in the kitchen were gone, replaced with containers of beer and jars of jerky. Artistic landscape pictures now showed motorcycles with greasy, burly men working on them. A humidor of cigars appeared on one wall, the clothes in the closet were changing. Objects were appearing out of thin air, including a pair of big steel bowls – one filled with water and the other empty for the moment.

Cal stared out at shock at it all, feeling that it was alien and strange and unknown, but exciting at the same time, but then he realized that William had frozen in place too. The bearded man was staring at his apartment in wonder and confusion before looking down at himself. He looked at his belly, his hands, his feet, reaching up to feel the huge beard hanging down from his face. He turned and looked at Cal and the eyes were filled with shock rather than confidence.

"You can see this!" Cal said. William nodded slowly.

"Cal, what happened to me? To you? To us?" William asked. Cal swallowed nervously and put his hand on William's hip.

"I think that bearded man at the bus stop did something to us. I think he realized how we were feeling, how-" Cal froze, his lip tensing a little as he realized what he had almost said. William's eyes softened a little at that.

"How unhappy we both were." William finished. Cal's eyes lowered for a moment, but he took a breath and looked back up.

"He said that variety was the spice of life, and that I'd make a good boy. I didn't realize that to be a good boy I'd need a good daddy, and you… fit the bill." Cal said.

"I feel so weird." William replied. It was strange to hear that deep, manly voice have the uncertainty of someone younger.

"You look damn fine… Handsome. Rugged." Cal said. William smiled a bit.

"Really?" He asked. Cal grinned and edged closer, reaching to rub William's belly with one hand before reaching up to pet his full, long, white beard.

"You're the most handsome man I've ever seen in my life. Mature, manly, strong. You make me hard just by looking at you." Cal said. William grinned more.

"And anyone as fine as me would need a hot pup like you." William replied, reaching to caress Cal's beard, getting a good feel for it, "That grew in well, boy. Give it another few years and you'll have one as long as your daddy's." he said before he kissed Cal again. Cal's heart fluttered this time, feeling as if it was floating. He returned the kiss with passion and he knew it wasn't just reality warping around them, this was how William actually felt. They kissed hard, their lips wrestling, their bodies pressing together.

Cal groped and fondled William's belly, his pecs, his pierced nips. He reached down to grope his boyfriend and felt a swollen tent bigger than anything he'd ever touched before. Cal shivered with delight and anticipation at just what sort of antics they might get up to together. William had always been so vanilla before, but now… now he was a kinky gay daddy ready for action. Cal pushed into the kiss, burying his face in his boyfriend's beard, going to town when he felt something tighten around his throat.

It was cool, firm, tight and uniform. The leather collar formed slowly before tightening into place. A d-ring formed in the back before a long leather strap dropped down from it. William wrapped the strap around his wrist to get a good hold before he gave it a tug, pulling Cal back from the kiss. Cal panted hard, unable to help himself, his tongue hanging out of his mouth for a second. William's grin grew more wicked as he looked at his boyfriend.

"What a horny pup, you must be in heat, huh? Naughty dog…" William grinned. Cal felt his body flush all over again, his heart beating faster, his erection throbbing with need. William grabbed Cal and pushed him against the fridge. Cal tried to push back, but William only held him in place tighter. He pressed in, the two grinding together harder and faster. Cal felt almost dizzy with excitement. They'd never done it anywhere other than the bed before.

With a quick, deft flick of his hand, William popped the button of his pants and pulled the zipper down, reaching into his musky underwear to pull out the thickest, longest, most uncut cock Cal had ever seen in his life. He gave it a few pumps and it was already surging to something over ten inches. The heat was fat and almost purple with how much blood was flowing into it, and a thick gauge prince Albert ring prominently stuck out. Cal looked at it with wonder, both figuratively and literally as he wondered how he was going to fit it… but he had to try.

Cal looked up at his lover with questioning eyes, no longer fighting his boyfriend's grip. Seeing that look, that need, William gave a resolute nod of permission. Cal lowered down onto his knees and reached up with one hand, feeling his daddy's hot, thick, robust cock. He gave it a few strokes before he brought his lips up to the tip and slowly opened up, sliding his mouth around.

The feeling of an eager and curious tongue on his cock was nice, but the warmth and depth that was being offered seemed even better. William grabbed onto Cal's head and pulled him in, sliding between his teeth and over his tongue. He slid in with ease, bumping the back of Cal's throat. Cal shuddered a little, trying to master his gag reflex. William thought the best practice was by doing and started to thrust back and forth, faster and harder. He held Cal's head and kept at it.

Cal murmured, shuddering, his cheeks sucking in around that fat cock that filled his maw. He bobbed his head forward and back at the whims of his boyfriend, following the guiding hand, surrendering to William's pace. It was oddly comforting to be able to focus just on the sucking, not worrying about how fast or slow to go or how deep. As the huge cock hit the back of his throat, he didn't even feel his gag reflex trying anymore and in a few more moves, Caleb felt the cock starting to slide down his throat.

William grunted and moaned, muttering how good Cal was as he felt himself sleeve into his pup's esophagus. He kept going, but the pleasure of it was all too much. There was a haze about his life before. It was all becoming fuzzier, harder to access, but there was just enough left that he could cherish how much he had changed. There was a big difference between being selfish for no good reason and being hedonistic. There had been no reward, no end game. He'd been a silly, preppy, stuck up rich boy. Now he was a virile, strong, potent man with an amazing pup he'd taken for granted far too long.

The hairy man threw his head back and howled out in pleasure as he came, spraying wads of thick, sticky, musky cum down Cal's throat. Cal swallowed it eagerly and greedily, feeling almost as if he had been chosen to accept his daddy's seed into his stomach and keep it safe. As William came, so did Cal, his pants growing wet with cum until it was running down his legs and pooling around his knees. Whatever they had been through, life was certainly more interesting with a bit of change.

****

The sun had risen over a new day and gradually crept toward the horizon once more as afternoon turned into evening. Cal had gone in to work, testing the waters with great care. His co-workers didn't seem to notice any change in him, but it seemed they knew a different Cal than he remembered. Apparently he had told them he was gay on day one and had a thing for hairy guys. Their conversations on the loading dock were a lot more graphic… but in the end it had been work and he'd been able to manage getting through the day without anything being too strange. It was just different enough to add a bit of excitement.

Cal's keys rattled as he moved up the steps to the upper floor and unlocked the apartment door. Swinging it open, he could tell William was already home. The air had the musk of a cigar recently smoked. The kitchen was totaled with dishes from earlier meals, and there was music coming from the bathroom. Cal eased the front door shut and stepped in, looking around before he stopped, spotting a strange object sitting on their bed.

Resting on top of the covers was a strange sort of artificial hood made of leather and latex. It was black with highlights of lime green, formed to approximate the head of a canine. It had pointed ears, a muzzle, even a lower jaw of sorts, but clearly it was designed to be worn by a human. Cal had run into pictures of the hoods every so often on the internet and everything started to click into place.

"Good boy… Good pup…" Cal whispered, thinking back to what the stranger had said and then what William had repeated. The bathroom door opened and William moved out, noticing Cal. He grinned slowly, a huge grin with a mustache framing the upper lip.

"Cal, you're home just in time. I got you a present, why don't you put it on, pup?" He grinned. Cal shifted a little.

"William, I-" Cal was cut off.

"That's a kid's name… No, no. I was talking with the boys down at the garage today and I decided it's time I go by a man's name. You should call be Bill now, when you're not calling be daddy or master." He said. Cal blinked and nodded, feeling a little lost.

"Sure, okay, Bill… What Garage?" He asked.

"My garage, where we work on the Harleys!" Bill replied. Cal looked even more uncertain, but looking around the apartment, it was starting to make sense. The pictures of the hairy, greasy men weren't random art pieces. They were Bill's team; mechanics working on motorcycles of all sorts, beefing them up for their biker patrons.

As Cal adjusted to the ways in which reality had bent and twisted, Bill moved over to the bed and picked up the hood. He returned, coming over to Cal, holding the hood up. Cal looked at the hood and then back at his daddy, feeling torn. It felt strange, almost silly, but at the same time he didn't want to disappoint him. Cal nodded and looked at the hood. Bill unhooked the straps and lowered it into place. It was a little surprising how quickly everything latched in. It rested firmly on his head, not wiggling or wobbling, moving with him.

"Did you have this sized for me?" Cal asked. Bill frowned a little and swatted Cal's hip.

"Pups don't talk… You want to be a good boy, don't you pup?" Bill asked. Cal felt nervous and torn. He bit his bottom lip as he tried to think before he lowered down onto his knees, and then his hands. He felt silly, but he looked up at Bill. His boyfriend seemed so much taller, his belly bigger, his beard longer from down there. Bill reached out and patted Cal's head before he nodded, "Exactly. The key to being a good pup is giving up control. Pups don't talk, they just obey their masters." Bill said, heading over to the bed. He patted the mattress and looked back at his pup, "Up boy." He commanded.

Cal moved over on his hands and knees, still feeling silly, but he pushed off and got up onto the bed. Bill gave his head another pat and then ran a hand down his spine before he reached down. Cal felt his belt come undone, then his pants. Bill removed his shoes and socks, tugged off his pants and then his underwear until all he had left on was his shirt. Bill used guiding hands to push Cal's head down onto his folded arms while his ass was still hiked up into the air.

The gay hairy daddy had to appreciate his pup. He was hairier than all the others on the block, and a lot cuter than his mechanics. He leaned down slowly, bringing his bearded face between those muscled, pert ass cheeks as his lips parted and his tongue slipped out. Cal gasped a little as he felt a tongue start slathering across his pucker, realizing what was going on. He'd offered to do it for William, but he'd always thought it was gross. Apparently that was one more thing that had changed.

Bill began pushing his tongue through the ring of muscle, sliding in an inch, then two. He worked it back and forth and amplified the thrusting of the tongue by moving his head. His lips came down tight, his face nestled between those cheeks as he slurped and licked and probed with his tongue. Cal moaned, loving how different it felt to be rimmed instead of fucked. He moaned harder, panting before he couldn't contain his excitement.

"Fuck yes!" Cal called out, though he yelped as he was swatted harder on his hip. Instantly he realized what he had done wrong, but he was still left to moan and pant as he was rimmed. Bill spared no effort, hitting all the spots inside his ass with care and grace. Cal shuddered, almost finding it too much to hold on. As good as he felt, it seemed as if he wasn't giving Bill much in return. After some thought, Cal knew he had to at least try.

With reluctance, Cal let out a bark… Then a second, then a third. He wiggled his hips, shaking his ass back and forth to try and simulate a tail wagging. He hoped that would be good. Bill kept going until he'd coated every inch of Cal's interior that he could reach with Saliva before he finally pulled his tongue back, broke his lip lock with his pup's pucker and rolled over. In no time at all he'd discarded his own clothes and his huge hand was stroking his even bigger cock. Cal looked over, eyes widening. It seemed even thicker than before… but it looked so tasty. He started to lunge but then froze, realizing he hadn't gotten permission.

"What a good boy! Stay…" Bill said with a grin before he nodded, "Okay, go for your bone, boy." He said finally. Cal plunged his head down, though the nose of his hood bumped his master's cock. It took a slight angle adjustment before he came down more carefully. He stretched and reached for the cock before he felt that musky head push between his lips. He took as much as he could, lowering down until the tip of the muzzle was pressing tight against Bill's groin. Cal licked and sucked and slurped, collecting every drop of manly musk that had built up on his cock.

With each move of his head, Cal's own junk was swinging between his legs, slapping on his balls and dangling. He was getting harder and harder, more from the fact that he wasn't taking the time to pleasure himself, instead focusing entirely on his master. Bill grabbed onto Cal's head to help him along, working his head up and down, building pace as he felt his cock swell and bloat. There was a pleasure on being the biggest man in town, and another in sharing that with his loyal pup.

The sun slowly set, the street lights snapping on outside. Darkness swept into the apartment but it was only heating up. Bill was thrusting his hips, the bed shaking and lurching… but he couldn't cum yet. There was so much more to do. Eventually he patted Cal's head again and stroked his shoulder. Cal slowed down and Bill nodded.

"Stay." He commanded before he slipped out of bed. Cal wasn't sure what he was doing exactly, bur when he felt the firm, hairy hand of his lover on his shoulder, he leaned down onto all fours again, hiking his tail end back up into the air. Once more Bill moved around behind him. Cal caught glimpses and reflections of Bill in various picture frames and metal décor at the head of the bed and it was quite surreal. Bill had become this big, powerful, seasoned man. He had the beard of a pro, muscles of a champ, the dad bod that any man would long for, and that… that was his boyfriend, his master.

Cal ran his hand affectionately over Cal's rump, feeling his meaty ass cheek, appreciating the strong body of his boyfriend, his pet. He shuddered ith anticipation, his cock already rock hard again. Bill took hold of his shaft and lifted it up, feeling its weight and heft. Some small part of him remembered his old life, how different it had all been, but this? This was right. This was true. His cock was a beast, a python, a club, a weapon. He brought it to the edge of Cal's cheeks and started to push in. Cal wriggled and shivered with pleasure as his pucker was stretched wider and wider, and as it got wide enough, Bill started to push in.

Cal closed his eyes, fluttering between pleasure and pain. Bill was so big, it was amazing but it was also a bit much. He dug into the bed and held on, but as Bill started to ease forward and back, Cal was able to relax a little. Things got easier, the thrusts became more fluid, his body took more and more – and then it craved to take it all. Cal began to pant each time Bill made it all the way in, or at least what he thought was all the way.

Before long, Bill was giving deep, powerful thrusts, sliding his huge shaft in six inches at a time, then eight, then ten. Cal's body began to rock forward with each impact and then swing back with each retraction. The sound of Bill's leathery balls slapping his legs got louder and louder and Cal's own cock felt like it was being pumped up and inflated by the lust of it all. Somewhere in the heady mix of it all, in the harmonic slapping or the rhythmic thrusting, somewhere between pain and pleasure and tingling and throbbing, Cal felt like his mind was starting to slip a bit. His thoughts became easier and simpler, compacting down. The fog of his mind got thicker and thicker until there were basic sparks of impulse and little else.

Yes. Good. Hard. Fast. Deep. More. More. More. Cal's tongue hung out from his mouth, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he pushed his ass back each time Bill thrust, feeling the cock strike deep and true, hitting everything along the way. Cal's nipples were hard, his cock was rigid, his fingers were tightly wound into the sheets and the mattress. Cal felt the pleasure building from the pit of his stomach, filling his lungs.

His back arched, his shoulders splayed… but it wasn't an orgasm, not yet… It was something else. An affirmation of lust, of pleasure, of love… He felt it well up in his soul, blot out his mind. He tipped his head back and then he barked… a true bark, a real bark. Something inside him had flipped, and he was no longer simply Cal. He was something else. Bill let out a deep growl and then a laugh from behind him.

"Good boy! Good boy." He said, reaching down his huge, hairy hand to give Cal's head a pat. Cal felt a thrill holt through him. He was a good boy, a perfect dog… He wasn't human anymore. He was an obedient pup with his master. That realization, that shift spread through him like electricity. In his head space, Cal had become the pup. His thoughts were simpler and he felt a great comfort by the presence of his master.

With the switch flipped, little nuances seemed so much easier to Cal. He lowered his head down closer to what he considered to be his front paws, his body angling more, his ass hiked up. Bill grunted and gripped onto his ass cheeks harder, the nails digging in a little. The two went at it, Bill thrusting and Cal countering. The heat built up higher and higher as Bill's huge cock stretched Cal wider and wider. Cal moaned sharply, whimpering, panting, barking more.

Bill grunted, his own eyes squeezing shut before he threw his head back and let out a howl of his own. Even though he kept thrusting, his movements became ragged and discordant as he came, erupting his hot seed deep in Cal's ass. Cal barked and barked, yipping in excitement, feeling the hot cream of his master spread into him. His body shook, his skin tingled, his cock throbbed… and the heat seemed to collect there, pooling and wrapping around his cock.

As his body swayed and jolted, reacting to his master's erratic movements, the blood pushed down into Cal's rod, looking as if it was sunburned for a moment before it tinted from pink to red, then nearly purple. The skin grew tighter as his cock grew longer, stretching against its confines. The mushroom shaped head started to swell and bloat, but it wasn't growing in an even shape. The tip was stretching out ahead of the rest of the cock, tapering to a point, curving ever so slightly. The urethra flared outwards, growing larger.

Cal dug into the mattress with his fingernails, anchoring himself as best he could as he inhaled the aroma of his master deep into his lungs, thrusting his hips back against that huge cock, his cock swinging between his legs with more length than he had ever possessed. His cock was growing at an incredible rate, pushing out to eight inches, then ten. The length was more veined than ever before, glistening brightly. What had once been his foreskin had pulled back tightly, more flesh forming around the base of his cock as his anatomy adjusted to his new role, his new life as a pup.

Even Cal's balls were touched by the magic, though to a lesser degree. While they remained human, they were still swelling and growing, descending more into his stretching sack. He could feel them in there, expanding out to the size of kiwis, golf balls, then even bigger. It felt almost obscene that he had such a large package compared to his fit frame, but that just made him feel like more of an animal, a beast, a pup worthy of such a manly master. At last Cal had become what he truly was meant to be, a pup.

Bill grunted, unaware of the changes his pup had gone through. As far as he was concerned, this was how life had been, how life should always have been… He'd bedded a hot pup, he'd grown into a real man. He had swagger, he had heft, and he was coming ever closer to cumming… but he couldn't just yet. Somewhere just beneath his thoughts, the magic was still working its way in, taking root. Bill watched as a leather collar shifted its way around Cal's neck, locking into place beneath the rim of the hood… and then Bill felt the weight of metal forming in his right hand. It was a lock, and he knew just what to do.

"Cum for me, my pup." He commanded. It was as if those words alone had been what was holding Cal back. His new dog dick shuddered, twitched, and then unleashed a heady load of pearly white cum… and then a thicker load that was a bit more yellowed… then another and another and another. A puddle formed beneath him, soaking the sheets, sinking into the mattress, filling the air with the scent of dog spunk. Cal was completely mindless as he came, knowing that there was no better joy in life than to have his master cum in his ass as he shot his seed over everything. This was his bed, his apartment… his territory was marked, but he belonged to his master.

Bill moaned hard and leaned forward, locking the lock onto the back of the collar. It was a symbol that Cal would be his as long as the lock was there. As much as Cal wanted to keep going, his strength was failing. It had all been so good and so much. Eventually his strength failed him and he collapsed down into the lake of cum and went limp, panting hard. Bill lay down with him, still lodged in his ass. He wrapped his arms around Cal and held him there for a long time, feeling their hearts beating back to chest, feeling their body heat, feeling the softness of Bill's hair against Cal's skin. It was tender and comfortable, but eventually Bill was able to think enough and he reached out to tap the back of the hood that was over Cal's head.

With that gentle tap-tap, it was strange how Cal's mind came spooling back to him. Thoughts, worries, concerns, dreams, imaginations – everything that made him a human – came back in that moment. Cal shuddered. It was almost too much, almost enough to scare him to come back out of his head space, but he was himself again… mostly. Cal felt Bill remove his hood, shaking his hair free. The hood was set aside, but Cal looked down at his dog dick. It still sat there, furiously red, achingly hard, pointed… and his. Cal snuggled up against Bill, feeling that he'd always be part dog now, he'd always be his master's pup no matter what happened.

Bill reached over Cal's ribs and gently pet his stomach, feeling it a little stretched with the volume of his own seed. Bill shuddered with a bit of pride at that and felt a stirring in his loins – not enough to get started again so soon, but he had a feeling it wouldn't take an incredibly long time to get his energy levels back up for another round. Bill pet Cal's stomach for a few minutes before he leaned forward and kissed the back of his boyfriend's head.

Cal felt his heart flutter in his chest. Bill, or William at least, had never been that affectionate or tuned in… He'd never connected like that. He'd never expressed his love like that, or really in any way. Their relationship had practically been dead on arrival, but now? Now they had connected on several different levels. They were boyfriends, pet and master, pup and handler. Cal had set aside his humanity and gone somewhere completely else in his head space before reluctantly coming back, but if he hadn't come back, he never would have appreciated how much he had longed for that connection.

A small part of Cal worried that it was the magic, that somehow William had been warped into Bill in a way he never would have been… but at the same time, Cal looked down at his puppy prick and his swollen balls, he thought about the beard he had grown, about how eager he had been during the sex and how good it had felt to bark of his own free will. Maybe the seeds were there all along and it just took some variety to spice up his life. Cal knew he could talk to his master about anything now, but that would come in time. For the moment all he wanted was to be close.

****

Flakes of snow drifted down from sheets of grayish black clouds, settling down onto the accumulated banks of white hugging the city streets. It had been a cold winter after a long fall, but inside the neighborhood club, the Leather League, it was roasting hot. The windows had been treated with a coating to make the exterior mirrored but allow the patrons to see out, though no one was looking out of the window when there were so many hot bodies on display.

It hadn't taken Bill long to want to show Cal off, and it turned out that Cal enjoyed being a bit of a show dog. What had started with a single hood had grown into an entire outfit for him. Cal had a black and green harness, mitts covering his hands, a leather jockstrap hiding his canine cock, and he even had a synthetic Doberman tail sticking out from his tight muscled ass cheeks, wagging away with pleasure.

To cap it all off, his collar now had a bone shaped metal name tag emblazoned with 'Gizmo.' It had started as a nickname when Cal had broken the television during one of their more energetic mating sessions, but now it was a name that those in the pup circles were hearing more and more about.

As Cal sniffed around the bar to see what other pups had gathered, he pulled a little on the chain that ran from his collar back to Bill's hand, though never enough to force Bill to restrain his curiosity. Bill had settled more and more into his position as a master. He had on a newer, thicker harness. His leather pants were well worn and matched his thick combat boots well. He'd even taken on a leather cap with a metal bone on the front of it and he was usually seen with a hefty cigar in his hand, though he'd used up his supply with all the cold weather the last week.

Cal was busy sniffing the shoulder of another pup nearby when he noticed a figure moving towards his master. Cal turned, looking over, his eyes widening slowly. It was the man from the bus stop so many months ago, wearing the same long coat, even topped off with a top hat. His long, thick, robust sandy brown beard and over-the-top mustache were identical to how they had been, and his caramel eyes seemed just a bit brighter, almost yellow.

"Sir, you have the most amazing pup… May I pet him?" The stranger asked. Bill grinned, looking proud. He enjoyed any time that people acknowledged his pet.

"Of course. Gizmo's very good with pets, and rubs too." Bill said. The stranger turned and reached out, rubbing between Cal's synthetic ears. Despite wearing a hood, somehow he felt the scratches sink down into him and he shuddered, his rubber tail wagging behind his cheeks. The stranger's hand drifted down the back of Cal's hood, across the lock and to his spine, rubbing up and down his bare back.

"Have you ever thought about going into pup breeding?" The stranger asked. Bill's eyebrow lifted a bit at that.

"What do you mean, exactly?" Bill asked. The stranger smiled, the edges of his mustache curling just a bit.

"Well, I know you know what a special pup you have here; the most unique of breeds, strong and proud. He certainly has unique attributes." The stranger said slowly. Bill's eyebrow lifted a bit as he realized just how much the stranger knew. The man turned and looked into Cal's eyes with a grin, "With the right kind of breeding, this fine specimen can make pups of his own. I have no doubt."

"That's… something to look into for sure." Bill said, "I am rather proud of Gizmo after all. Best pup I've ever had." He said. Cal shivered with pleasure at the accolades, looking up at Bill with admiration and respect. The stranger smiled.

"Thank you for the permission to pet your pup, I hope you two stay warm." The stranger said, tipping his hat as he excused himself, making his way to the door. He took one last look back at the gathered men in their leather and rubber and latex, embracing each other's company. Most of them had found their way to the Leather League on their own, but the stranger's yellow eyes drifted from one man to another, knowing how many he had introduced to this life, how many had benefited from the spice of some variety.

The stranger felt the weight of his duty for a moment, but he brushed it aside as he remembered how much fun it was to help improve lives for those that were lost, disenfranchised and repressed. The stranger tipped his hat to the men in the club before he stepped out into the snow and let the door shut behind him. The flakes falling from the sky came down harder and harder, the winds picking up as they swirled around the stranger. The cascade of white got thicker and thicker until the stranger disappeared. The wind died down, the snow flakes fell and the street was left to silence once more.