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artificial-transmutations · 11 months

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Closer Than Flesh - Names

The presence of the demon fades, while Jake watches his body change again. He hopes that he will return to his original body now, and that all of this is nothing but a weird and bad dream.

And really, his skin takes on a lighter color again, filling him with hope for a moment before he notices that the rest of his features don't match the body he has grown up with. The dusting of light hair on his chest, leading down his belly to his groin doesn't disappear. Instead, it even grows a tiny bit denser. However, while the short black hairs were clearly visible against his previous skin, it becomes less obvious by the second, as his body hair color changes to a wheaty blond. Jake can only suspect his main hair doing the same.

While the Arab body he was in before had the toned physique of someone working out in the gym, his new one seems to possess a more practical kind of fitness. His arm muscles grow, as if they are used to lift heavy weights on a daily basis. His abdomen on the other hand gets less pronounced, even taking on a light layer of fat.

Some slight scars form on his arms and chest, while his shoulders broaden. Not enough to tell a tale of battles or combats, but definitely enough to make clear that this body's profession is more physical and less mental. His legs and feet quickly fall into place as well: sturdy and male, with a light coating of wheat colored hair and hard earned firm muscles. His cock stays just as big as it was, but also changes to fit in with his new body. The hefty shaft is now residing on a badly groomed blond bush.

Unlike his last change, though, the magic doesn't stop at Jake's body. First, a layer of dirt appears all over him, a stark contrast to the clean guy he was before. It's mainly mud and dust, but clings to him easily because of the damp layer of sweat pouring out of his skin, even dripping from his brow.

Next, clothing starts to materialize. His cock is wrapped into a jock strap that has seen better days for sure. Before Jake can think about just how often the piece of clothing probably had been worn, soaked up sweat and has been washed, only to be worn again, a pair of khaki work pants forms over the piece of underwear, encrusted with dried up mud and various stains. His torso is covered by a wife beater that is in a similar state as the jock strap now hidden from sight.

That seems to conclude the changes to Jake and the world pours in again, filling the empty void around him.

Jake finds himself still outside, but the scene couldn't have been less similar to the one he had just left. He is standing in bright sunlight, on a busy construction site. People are yelling at each other and are generally busy. Jake takes a moment to just feel the warm sunlight on his skin, which is a welcome change from the wet darkness he was in just a little bit ago.

Jake is so lost in his observations that he only notices the other man as he snaps his fingers in front of Jake's face.

"Hello, Marcel! Anyone home?"

Jake looks confused for a moment. What Marcel? Then it dawns on him that it comes as no surprise that this body probably has another name than Jake.

He shakes his head slightly and looks at the other man. It's a construction worker, but half a head smaller than Jake is now and with a black pony tail.

"Sorry, I was..." Jake answers, trying not to show too much confusion about the new baritone voice with a slight rasp to it.

"Dreaming? I can see that. You can dream on your own time, Marcel. Get back to work!"

The other man, who Jake assumes is this body's boss points at a pile of heavy concrete sacks on a truck. Several more men are currently unloading them, so at least it's clear to Jake what he has to do.

As he picks up a sack and puts it on his shoulder, Jake is amazed at how strong he is. In his own body, he probably wouldn't even have been able to lift it, but this Marcel body can shoulder it like it's not heavier than a six pack of cola.

Jake tries his best not to fall out of place. As long as there are things to carry, he gladly takes the job, fearing the moment it is actually expected of him to start working on anything he doesn't know how to do, which includes everything even remotely connected to a construction site.

He is too afraid to speak much, fearing his colleagues might notice something out of the ordinary. He does notice a curious fact, though. Whenever people speak to each other, including the few sentences he has exchanged, they are not speaking English! Jake doesn't have the slightest idea which language it is, and when he concentrates on it, he would not be able to speak it, but as long as he doesn't think about it, he understands and speaks it just fine. However, trying to speak English is exactly the opposite. He can easily form sentences when he focuses on it. Just trying to say something in English casually, however, produces a horrible mess of heavily accented language, like someone with only the most basic proficiency would produce.

Regardless of the language however, whenever Jake tries to quietly call Skyler, his friend turned cock doesn't respond. Jake doesn't know if he simply can't hear him below the multiple layers of cloth (as he only dares to whisper), is resting again or if there is something wrong.

As the time goes on and the sun slowly climbs, the temperature on the site rises even higher. All of the men, Jake included, start to sweat heavily, and soon the air is filled with a mix of dust, concrete and the musk of unwashed men.

Just as his worries are about to get the better of him, Jake hears a voice in his head, the voice of Skyler.

"Jake? What happened?"

Thank God, Skyler is okay!

"Skyler! I was getting worried!"

"What did you say, Marcel?" another one of the workers looks up.

"Eh nothing. Just thinking loudly."

"Ha, don't strain your brain trying to think!" the other man laughs and gets back to his work.

Jake quickly looks around and sees a good opportunity to speak to his friend. He quickly makes his way to the grimy blue Porta potty and gets inside, ignoring the stench as well as he can.

Once inside he unzips his pants and takes Skyler out of his jock strap, now daring to speak to him in a hushed tone.

"I was getting worried dude! You were out for a few hours!"

"Yes, I feel like shit, too. I don't know if I remember all of our encounter with the demon, it was... Hey, what are you doing?"

Skyler feels himself being handled by Jake's big hands while he talks, being pointed down into the disgusting toilet.

"What do you mean? I'm taking a piss."

With that, Jake lets go, pumping his urine through Skyler's shaft body.

"Listen, I don't have much time, I need to get back to work soon if I don't want the other guys to become suspicious." Jake explains while his pee splashes into the plastic tank.

Skyler can't believe it. Jake just uses him like he is a real dick, no trace of the careful handling or asking of the beginning. Jake has decided that he wants to pee and just does so, no matter what Skyler thinks about it. It doesn't even seem to cross his mind that this is something to consider!

Skyler really wants to complain, really wants to find this outrageous, but... the truth is that there is a growing part of him that finds it ridiculous to complain. He is Jake's penis for the time being and those are used for peeing. Jake can't very well ask his dick every time he wants to empty his bladder, right? In that regard, perhaps it's best just to be a good dick and let Jake handle it, Skyler rationalizes.

So, he doesn't mention it and instead answers: "The other guys?"

"Yeah, apparently I'm a construction worker named Marcel now, and I'm on site with colleagues. It would be weird if I spoke to you out there. Which reminds me: Can you identify what language everyone is speaking?"

"I think it's Polish, judging from what the other guy said. I couldn't understand him, but I can understand you just fine, and I think you're speaking the same language. Weird!" Skyler replies.

"Yes, and I don't know a word in Polish, yet I can speak it fine as long as I don't think about it. Perhaps it comes with the body." Jake shakes off the last drops of piss and shoves Skyler back into the jock strap.

"Listen, we can talk after I'm off work. Until then, I can't answer at least." Jake explains.

"Okay, let's talk then! I'll try to be quiet as well in order not to confuse you too much."

Skyler can hear Jake zipping up and exit the Porta potty. Inside the confines of his jock strap, that eagerly absorbs the last traces of piss on Skyler's tip, it's hot and damp.

Jake moves around a lot, so Skyler's world is in constant motion. The balls beneath him shift and move along with the legs left and right, even though those are separated from him by the jock's fabric. There is not much space, on the contrary. Skyler's ample length is pressed against the balls underneath, probably forming a beautiful firm and large package if seen from the outside.

Because of the temperature and the work, Jake sweats a lot, even down here. The humidity quickly increases to the point that the surrounding fabric is more of a damp cloth around him, covering Skyler in slick sweat from tip to base.

This is a new experience for him, at least in this intensity. He doesn't mind it, though. This gives him the opportunity to get used to the smell and taste of this new body. It's different from Jake's original body and the one before this, but it's good, nevertheless. It's not like Skyler would have much options if he doesn't like it, but as of now, every body odor or -taste was agreeable to him. Perhaps it's a thing that comes with being a dick, he muses.

Skyler hangs around in the hot damp darkness for a while, until something changes. At first, he thinks that Jake has taken him out again, since he can see the bright sunlight again, but it's subtly different. Right, he has the perspective of a full human being again! Skyler hardly has time to think about that, though because of what he sees. In front of him, there is another construction worker. He has taken his shirt off because of the heat and uses it to wipe away sweat from his face. The short brown hair and beard look really good on him and...

No, why is the view turning away from the dude? Skyler wants to look at him some more!

Suddenly, the field of view turns back, so Skyler can see more. There is sweat running down the shaved muscular chest of the worker. Skyler (and the focus of the view) follows a drop of liquid that is running down between the slabs of pecs, over the toned stomach before it reaches the seam of the man's work pants. Damn, that guy is packing. He can't decide if he wants to stare at the sculpted ass or the considerable bulge at the front, so he just focuses on the general area.

Skyler doesn't even notice his confines becoming even closer until he lifts up the damp jock and strains against the front of Jake's work pants, harder and stiffer by the second. His tip becomes even wetter as he drools precum into the strained fabric before him.

Damn, that is one hot guy. If only Jake would take him out and...

"Yo, Marcel, what are you staring at?"

The view snaps back to the other guy's face that is looking questioning.

"I uhm eh..." Skyler can hear Jake's new voice stammer and only now it dawns on him that he is seeing what Jake sees.

"You have dirt on your knee." finally comes the weak apology, and Jake quickly turns away, trying to adjust his boner, Skyler, without anyone noticing. As he turns away, the vision ends, and Skyler can once again only see the darkness of his surroundings.

"Try to keep your act together!" Jake whispers nervously. Skyler doesn't answer. It was hardly his fault that there was this ridiculously good looking guy. Perhaps it was his fault that Jake stopped to stare at him, but right now, Skyler doesn't understand the how and why. Only slowly, Skyler can feel Jake's blood rushing out of him again, until he deflates to his earlier position.

Time passes, until, finally, Jake says in a low voice: "Okay, we're finished for the day. I don't think I have ever worked so hard in my entire life."

"Great! Let's go somewhere we can talk. This Marcel guy surely has a home.", Skyler replies.

"Probably, but how do we find it? I mean it's not that I know anything except how to speak his language."

Skyler thinks for a moment before he answers. "Does he have a phone?"

Jake looks through his pockets and really finds a cell phone. It's a rather old model and there are several cracks in the display, but it's a phone. "Yep."

"Try to unlock it with your finger or face!" Skyler suggests.

Apparently, the phone is too old to support face unlock, but it has a fingerprint sensor - and really, it unlocks to Jake's right thumb. "Got it! Good idea Sky! Now let's see if that guy has saved his home location in the maps app... Yes!"

The way is twenty minutes by foot. It would probably be faster if he took another vehicle, perhaps Marcel even had a car or a bike. However, since neither Skyler nor Jake know for sure and they aren't familiar with the public transport system in a polish town, either, Jake decides to just walk.

"So, what happened with the demon guy?", Skyler begins the conversation.

"Well, he wasn't all that talkative, but what he said was really bad. He said that he was a demon lord from hell and that his name is Baelnath. And he wants to eat my soul." Jake swallows, as he remembers the frightening scene again.

"Sky, do you understand what this means? Demons, hell, souls... All that stuff really exists! Does that mean there is a God as well?"

"I don't know Jake, but let's not jump to conclusions. We don't even know if he told you the truth. But what did you know he was called again?" Skyler's voice sounds thoughtful in Jake's head.

"He said his name is Baelnath.", Jake repeats.

"Okay, this is creepy. After you used the stone, I had a weird dream. I was some other guy and there was a circle of people around me."

"You were some other guys cock?" Jake asks, confused.

"No, I was some other guy, not his cock!" Skyler is a bit irritated that Jake would think of him as another man's penis before considering him as a person by default. "Anyway, I was in some sort of cellar, and it was really dark, only a few candles were on, so I couldn't see much. But those people around me were chanting in some weird language that I couldn't understand. But one word that kept repeating was 'Baelnath'. For some reason, which made me really angry."

"Perhaps you heard the name during my encounter with the demon and just dreamed up the rest?" Jake offers.

"Possible. But it just felt so real."

"Then it could be the demon trying to get to us."

"Maybe. The thing is, besides eating our souls, Baelnath obviously wants to get hold of the sigil stone. And when you tried to use it, it felt somehow similar to his presence. I think it's fair to assume that the two are connected."

"So, you're saying that when I use the stone, I might lure the demon right to us? Kurwa! How am I supposed to get us out of this, then!" Jake exclaims, louder than he intended. Luckily, there is nobody on the street right now.

"We'll have to wait until we can figure out what to do. But you still have the stone?" Skyler replies.

"Yes. I still had it in my hand after I changed."

"Good. If things get worse, we can still do the same trick again."

"Probably, but this means getting near the demon again." Jake shakes his head. "And at some point, he will learn. Also, he has some kind of influence over me. I almost handed him the stone the last time, I don't know why I didn't. It was like I really wanted to give up then."

Skyler keeps quiet. These are troubling news, and he doesn't have a good answer for Jake. Finally, he says:

"Well, at least for the moment, it seems that just not using the stone and keeping low is our best option. Perhaps, we can find out more while you pretend to be Marcel. Perhaps we can look stuff up in the internet, now that we have a name."

"Good idea. Well, looks like we have arrived."

Before Jake stands a run-down apartment building in probably the cheapest part of town. Jake finds a set of keys in his pockets and unlocks the door. Luckily, there is only one Marcel on the door bell labels. If he assumes that this is him, then his last name is Guzek. Marcel Guzek. Could be worse, at least he will be able to write the name without some crazy accents or signs that this language seems to have. Climbing up the stairs reminds Jake of his long and exhausting day at work. Finally, he unlocks the door to a modest apartment, a very long way from his previous body's one and even his own. There are just two rooms and a small bathroom that doesn't even have a separate shower, just a bathtub with a cheap plastic shower curtain around it.

It is clear that Marcel lives alone. Besides the obvious fact that nobody is home when Jake opens the door, the rooms are untidy, and dishes are piling up in the sink. It's not filthy or messy, but Jake suspects that the apartment is not cleaned more often than once every two weeks. Given the size of the place, it probably won't even take long to do so, but right now, Jake is much too exhausted to clean up some other guy's home. Perhaps that's how Marcel usually feels, too, which would explain the state of the place.

There is a cheap double bed in the tiny bedroom, but it's clear that only one side is used regularly. Besides a small wardrobe and a washing basket, there is not much more in the room.

The other room is crammed full of all the rest. There is a kitchen corner with a microwave oven, a stove and the sink. Next to the sink stands an old refrigerator that hums audibly. There is an erotic poster of a half-dressed woman on the other wall, and a small TV with a worn down two seater couch and a small table in front of it. A cupboard holding the clean plates and cups fills the rest of space this room has to offer and acts as a separation at the same time.

"Wow, this Marcel guy really lives like a king." Jake comments.

"Take me out and let me see!" Skyler asks, and, as Jake fishes him out of the jock and lets him dangle in front of his pants, adds: "That's really... not a lot. He doesn't even have a computer."

"At least he has a phone." Jake agrees. "Okay, I'm starving. Let's see if there is anything to eat."

In the fridge, Jake finds a small stack of peperoni pizza and several cans of beer. He quickly takes one of the former and puts it in the microwave oven, waiting impatiently until it's done. After that, he grabs a can of beer from the fridge and sits down on the couch.

"I'm gonna put you back into my pants now, I don't want to drop hot pizza on you. Besides, it's more comfortable if I lean forward." Jake informs Skyler and immediately does as he said. He shifts around a bit, finally getting rid of his pants before he starts to eat his food in just his jock strap and wife beater.

Skyler can hear the TV being turned on, apparently some kind of sports game with a Polish commentor. He actually doesn't mind the short break and waits until Jake leans back on the couch, occasionally taking a sip of his beer. Since Jake doesn't start the conversation again, Skyler says: "So, where do we start our research?"

Jake sighs and responds: "I'm just too tired to think about this now, Sky. Let's just chill this evening and we can start tomorrow after work."

Skyler recons that there is really no rush. As long as they don't use the stone, they should be safe, right?

So, he just relaxes in the soft confines of his underwear home, only occasionally being readjusted by Jake's giant hand.

After some time in silence has passed, Jake suddenly addresses Skyler:

"God, Sky, you're really gay, aren't you?"

Skyler is confused but answers truthfully: "Yeah, that's what I told you. Why are you asking?"

Jake gives a short chuckle in Marcel's baritone voice.

"Cause I'm looking at some Polish porn with really hot chicks for ten minutes now and my kutas doesn't react the slightest."

Skyler is surprised by the sudden openness. Usually, they don't discuss these kind of topics much, but then again, he started it with his confession of being gay. Also, he was his dick right now, so these topics probably came naturally.

"You could try looking at men instead", Skyler suggested.

"Might as well try that..." Jake responds. Suddenly, Skyler's vision shifts again. Now he is looking at the cracked display of a phone, held by the rough hands of Marcel. On the screen, there is a polish porn site, with two men on it who are kissing and slowly undress.

" Yeah... That's more exciting for you, isn't it?" Jake states as Skyler feels himself plumb up somewhat and be readjusted by Jake. Although Skyler can't read the description of the page, another thumbnail grabs his interest, of a juicy male ass. Without exchanging a word, Jake taps the thumbnail, and another video starts playing.

A rush of joy goes through Skyler, as he begins to tent the jock strap. He can feel Jake grabbing his stiffening form beneath the fabric and stimulate him further with his fingers.

It feels weird at first, like having sex with his best friend. On the other hand, he wanted to get into Jake's pants for so long now and now he even started the encounter, regardless of the strange situation.

Skyler is far too horny to think about it further. He soaks up the porn vid until he sees another thumbnail, this time a muscular guy with a huge cock.

Automatically, Skyler taps on it, or was it, Jake? Marcel's hand now starts to jerk his fully erect cock in earnest, every pump sending waves of pleasure down Skyler's shaft and into Jake's system. Skyler moans from the pleasure, Marcel's baritone voice turning him on even more. Jake only stops his jerking shortly to pull up his wife beater and put it behind his head, before Skyler resumes thrusting into Marcel's rough hand.

God, he *needs* this. Why didn't he jerk off sooner? The previous body has been hot too, just imagining cumming onto the brown skin with black hair almost sends him over the edge. But this body here... Oh boy. It is like a walking wet dream. He can't believe that he is actually using someone else's hand to jerk his cock that is a person of his own!

With a cry, Skyler/Jake comes all over himself, splattering the muscled torso with white cum in multiple spurts before relaxing, spent from the experience.

Both Jake and Skyler drift off into a slumber, while Skyler shrinks flaccid again and their cum begins to dry.

Jake has the wildest dreams, from red demons and him running away, to hot men on the construction site. He wakes up half way in the morning by Skyler stiffening up again, perhaps from his dream or perhaps just without any more reason than a morning wood.

"Not yet, dick, just five more minutes..." he says, sleepily.

"Skyler" comes the answer, sharper than expected.

"Huh?" Jake asks, still not entirely awake.

"My name is still Skyler, or Sky, even though I am your dick right now."

"Yeah, that's what I said, what are you going on about", Jake answers confused.

Before Skyler can answer however, the phone alarm goes off.

"Kurwa! I think this means I need to get to work!"

Jake rushes to the bathroom and quickly takes a shower in the bathtub, getting rid of the worst dried up cum in the process. He finds another jock strap and wife beater (apparently, Marcel has plenty of those) and throws them on, along with the pair of work pants from yesterday.

As he retrieves them, Jake catches a look of the poster on the wall. He could have sworn it was an erotic poster of a hot woman yesterday, but this one clearly showed a man in a tight thong. Weird. He should discuss this with Skyler later.

Before he leaves the apartment, he says: "Sorry, Sky. Let's start our research this evening."

"Okay", Skyler answers - it's not like he has much of a choice in this matter.

As Jake hurries along to the construction site, he notices that some of the people he meets give him weird glances. Perhaps it's just because he is jogging the way, or perhaps there is a spot on his clothing he didn't notice, but Jake feels their gazes following him, as he jogs along the road.

Apparently, he has arrived at the site just in time, among the last of the workers to arrive. As he starts to unload another truck of material, though, the hot guy he stared at yesterday addresses him.

"Yo, Marcel! We're still good for this afternoon?"

Shit. He doesn't even know this guy. Had they planned something? It is not helping that Skyler is twitching in his pants again, as Jake looks at the other guy.

Apparently, his confusion is all too visible on his face, since the other man laughs.

"Man, Marcel, you need to start writing down stuff! We wanted to go to the pool Friday after work. And it's Friday."

"Shit, yeah, man, I remember now, but I didn't bring my swim trunks..." Jake tried to squirm out, but that only earned him a rough poke to the shoulder from the other man.

"Ha! I knew you'd forget. Luckily, old Piotr here got you covered and brought one extra. So, no more excuses my friend!"

Jake fakes a smile and nods. "Great! I guess I'll see you after work then."

Meeting this guy, who is apparently entirely Skyler's type has a high potential of becoming a very embarrassing experience, so the first chance he gets, Jake flees to the Porta potty and fishes out Skyler to do his business again. To the background of his pee splashing, he says:

"So, listen, Sky. You remember the guy you got a boner to yesterday?"

"Yeah, you too were speaking. What did he say?"

"It seems we have an appointment today after work to go swimming together. Can you do that? I mean without getting hard and all railed up."

It takes a while for Skyler to answer. Sometimes, Jake would be really interested in what his dick is thinking.

"Yes, I think I can try. Just focus on swimming, don't ogle his package too much, okay?"

"Sure. Why would I do that? I'm straight, remember?" Jake answers, even though he jerked off to gay porn yesterday. The poster in Marcel's flat comes to mind - perhaps he shouldn't be too sure about anything 'he is' in these strange times.

Skyler doesn't answer, not even with a snarky remark - perhaps he doesn't want to insult Jake. Jake shakes him off and puts him back into his underwear, before continuing to work.

During the day, Jake has the same uneasy feeling as before. His coworkers give him weird glances from time to time, that Jake can't really interpret well.

End of work comes quickly, as it is Friday and there seems to be the unwritten law that construction workers only work until noon on Fridays. Jake can't complain, since that might give him the chance to actually do some research this evening, as he had promised. At least if he manages to cut the swim session short.

As expected, Piotr expects him after work and throws a rolled up towel at him.

"I want those back, washed, you hear me?" he says laughing. Jake nods and gets into the car with the other man. Okay, how would Marcel behave? Jake realizes he knows exactly nothing about the body he is in.

"So, what's new? Met anyone interesting?"

Jake guesses he means romantically. Does Piotr know Marcel is gay? Is Marcel even gay? The whole poster situation is very confusing. Jake just hopes he doesn't have to go into more detail as he answers a vague: "Nah, no one. Too much work." That always works.

Piotr just nods. Jake manages to get through the car drive by giving non committed answers and asking superficial questions. Finally, they arrive at the public pool and get changed. Wearing only the borrowed swim trunks, Jake meets Piotr again under the shower. As instructed, he tries to look strictly at Piotr's face, not his chiseled chest, abs or... anything below that.

As the two men are showering away the dust and dirt of the work site, however, Piotr comments: "You got a new tattoo? Looks cool!"

Tattoo? Right, the heart shaped thing that appeared. Seems like this body has it, too. "Yes, it's new" Jake says, not even lying. "Do you like it?"

"I do! I told you, you can't run", says the other man, laughing.

"What did you say?" Jake asks, confused, while at the same time, Skyler is screaming inside his head: "Jake, watch out!"

"I said: I told you, you can't run." During the sentence, Piotr's voice drops an octave and at the end, Jake has the feeling of hot nails puncturing his brain. Horrified, he turns around, only to see Piotr changing rapidly. His skin turns crimson, and horns break their way through his skull. The mist of the showers suddenly becomes black.

Jake is paralyzed. What should he do?

"The stone, where is the stone?"

Before Piotr can finish changing into the horrifying demonic form of Baelnath, Jake begins to run. He almost slips on the wet tiles, but somehow manages to scramble back to his feet. He just needs to get back to his pants. The sigil stone is in his right pocket, he knows that for sure.

This time, the demon doesn't seem to have the decadence to walk but runs after him before he is even finished changing. It might be the missing control of Marcel's body or the influence of the demon, but the lead Jake has is shortening in an alarming rate. Finally. The locker. Jake fumbles with the key, while the demon closes in. Finally, the door opens. There are the pants. Jake wants to grab into the right pocket, he really does - but his hand doesn't do what it's told. Instead, he reaches into the left pocket... only to find the stone in it, already humming with power.

Jake's heart skips a beat. He had been wrong. If he had tried the right pocket, he might not have been able to get the stone in time. He doesn't know why he took the left one, but there was no time to think about it now. Just as the demon's claws grabbed his shoulder, the stone's magic unraveled the world around him.

I think that is my longest story episode yet! If you want to read the story from the beginning, just click here. If you just want to re-read the last episode, it can be found here. The next episode waits for you here.

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artificial-transmutations · 11 months

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Closer Than Flesh - Discordance

Just a quick heads up! Over on my riot page, there is the exact same episode - but with some additional pictures of the more juicy scenes.

The shadows inside Skyler's palace of flesh contract until they form a small black form that quickly gains definition. Out of the shadow comes a pitifully small creature, covered in raven-black feathers. The demon is wearing a black robe with a hood where two equally black horns emerge. The most unsettling feature about him is his face: half in shadow by the hood is this face surprisingly human in nature - with the exception of the inhuman yellow glowing eyes, which stand testament to an alien intelligence.

Most demons would have chosen a grand entrance if they decided to spare some of their time to Skyler's request. Prestige is extremely important among demons, and the ones that fail to impress their peers by their power are the ones that are prone to lose that power quickly.

Not so Mog'Tol. First of all, when the small demon appears, there is no loud or grand effect. The darkness contracts to form a spot of even deeper darkness and then, the darkness becomes Mog'Tol. A most unnoticeable way of appearing. But even this modest form of travel isn't happening proudly in the middle of Skyler's throne room, but near the exit, next to a pillar, that has once been a human, who has grown to gigantic proportions and spends eternity holding up the ceiling.

Still, Skyler knows very well not to underestimate Mog'Tol. In a way, the weak demon with the yellow eyes is one of the most dangerous creatures of hell.

He has only comparably weak magic powers, and his physical prowess is neglectable entirely. Skyler has probably a dozen ways to defeat him in combat, even in his current, weakened state.

No, Mog'Tol is another kind of dangerous. He has been around for a very long time and has managed to build himself a reputation as a dealer in information. Mog'Tol has absolutely perfected the game of weaving a dense web of complicated alliances among the demon society that made him pretty much invincible. Skyler doesn't even with which powerful demons he would have a problem with if he would just ruffle the feathers of the small demon.

In addition, Mog'Tol deals with secrets and information. Everyone he makes his deals with can be sure that Mog'Tol knows something about him that they wouldn't like to come out to the open. And everyone knows perfectly well, that an injured or killed Mog'Tol would inevitably lead to these secrets being revealed. So, everyone treated Mog'Tol with caution.

Of course, his vast knowledge of secrets that he is willing to share for the right price makes him a dangerous, yet often invited guest on many demon courts.

Luckily, Skyler and Mog'Tol are on good terms. They have a bit of a history together and while they are both still demons, there is a mutual understanding that Mog'Tol won't sell secrets about Skyler too cheaply.

"Baelnath." the smaller demon greats Skyler and nods.

"I am in need of your services, Mog'Tol." Skyler says, trying his best for a calm and collected voice.

Mog'Tol spreads his arms and smiles a knowing smile. "I'm all yours, if the price is right."

"I am in a difficult situation. Getting to know the details of it, and how it came to be should be payment enough. Of course, I ask you not to mention my predicament to the wrong people."

The smaller demon stares at Skyler for a long moment before he nods again with a sly smile.

"Of course. You can rest assured that I won't spill any secrets about you all too easily. I wouldn't want to lose a good customer and dear friend, after all."

While Skyler doubts the part about the dear friend - they were not *that* close - the first part is actually what he is hoping on. Trust is something very rare among demons, even less so among the higher ranks. Yet, Mog'Tol has managed to have a comparably trustworthy reputation. Mainly by not lying quite as often as other demons.

Still, telling him everything is a risk, but a risk he needs to take. Skyler takes a deep breath and begins:

"So, I have lost a good part of my power."

Mog'Tol listens carefully as Skyler explains the events that led to his current state. He interrupts Skyler now and then with questions, but mostly stays silent, allowing Skyler to talk about his own experiences and observations.

"And now you want my help in... getting your powers back? Or revenge on the humans that did this to you?"

"Both, I think."

Mog'Tol nods. "I see. Then let's talk about getting back your powers first. Thank you, by the way for the information about this binding circle. That does indeed explain why some other demons have been oddly inactive lately."

The small, robed figure walks around the room and looks at Skyler's different art installations, of course all made out of men transformed.

"Do you know why those humans did what they did to you instead of, say, just killing you? After all, to get rid of demons, removing them entirely seems like a much wiser plan to start with, doesn't it?"

Skyler hesitates. One thing he hates about talking to Mog'Tol is that he always turns a conversation into a lesson.

"I guess they couldn't kill me, because I'm an immortal demon?" Skyler says.

"That is half-right, I give you that. Killing a demon is hard for a human, mainly because of the might of our kind. Still, it's not impossible and, given the right magic, even easier than a lot of us think. But and you are right in that regard, it wouldn't last. Given a few months or years, your essence would have gathered back in hell, probably even right here, in your seat of power, and you would reform."

Mog'Tol pauses for a bit, the yellow eyes regarding Skyler for a moment.

"The same thing happens with your power. If your magic is somehow removed from your body, it will just flow back to you in time. Except..."

"...if it is bound to something else. I see." Skyler finishes the thought and sees Mog'Tol smiling his thin smile.

"So, all I have to do to get my magic back is destroying the stone?"

"Yes, that would be the fastest. Another possibility would be to have someone use up all the magic contained in it - which is a lot, as I gather - as all magic spent will flow back to you after some time. But there is a catch for both options. The human mages obviously knew all about this, or else they wouldn't have done what they did. No, they are clever enough. If their goal is really to remove demonic power from the world, then they most certainly don't plan on using the magic they extracted from you. They will also have cast a spell on the vessel to veil it from you, so you cannot find and destroy the stone."

Skyler nods slowly. Unfortunately, that makes sense.

"So, in order to get my magic back, I have to destroy those mages anyway."

Mog'Tol agrees: "That would be wise. However, it will not be an easy task. They appear to be cunning and have their magic to protect them from demons like yourself. Not to mention you are considerably weakened. No, even if you knew where to look, you would have no chance uprooting that binding circle as they call themselves, at least not alone."

"So, I need allies." Skyler sighs. That entailed a lot of unpleasantries, beginning with having to admit his current state of weakness to other, more powerful demon lords. And they won't help him out of the goodness of their hearts, either.

"In a way, yes." Mog'Tol smiles again. "But perhaps, this is a wonderful opportunity for a plan I have come up with. How about you recruit your allies... without them knowing?"

"You mean I trick other demons into helping me?" Skyler is a bit skeptical.

"Half-right again. You trick someone into helping you... but it won't be demons. Let me explain. The magic of humans is, although a bit complicated, quite versatile. It is a rarely known fact that the kind of magic they used on you can easily be modified to work on other beings. Sprites, embodiments of forces of nature... or celestial beings. Now, what do you think would happen if the above would notice some human mages, barely tolerated anyway, abducting and siphoning an angel or two?"

Skyler can't help but smile. Mog'Tol really was a clever one. That was a brilliant and daring idea. "Most probably, they will be smitten by the heavens. There is just one problem. If the above tolerates their actions for whatever reason, those mages have a formidable weapon at their disposal, since they can wield divine magic."

Mog'Tol shakes his head. "That's not a problem at all my dear friend. You see, there is a subtle difference in how magic works. Human magic, for example, gives you exactly what you say, word for word. Demon magic on the other hand, gives you what you want, it is fueled by desire."

Skyler knows all this already. Still, he does not interrupt, because he is curious on what the small demon is going at.

"And then, there is divine magic. It doesn't give you strictly what you say or what you want, but it gives you what you need, what you deserve. I don't know exactly who is the moral authority which makes the rules by which the magic determines what you deserve, but... someone willingly using enslaved angelic power almost certainly deserves punishment from the above."

Skyler agrees. "That sounds... well thought out. But how do we get the mages to do that?"

Mog'Tol grins brightly and his yellow eyes light up. "That's what rumors are for. Let me show you..."

***

It is the first time for Jake that he has a feeling of being partly in control of his transformation. It's not like he can choose how he will look or how his body changes, but since he knows how it works now, he focused really hard on one place to go when he activated his stone.

His previous body of José quickly packed on muscle again. This time, it is clearly gym fitness, the kind you gain not from working hard or being a serious athlete, but the kind of fitness that comes with a focus on looking good as a man. His tattoos vanish from his lightening skin and his hair brightens until it is a similar blond color to the one Marcel was sporting. While his chest stays shaved neatly, hair grows back to his arms and legs - although it's hard to see because of the light color. The narrow body of José broadens somewhat to a more stable build. It is not the telltale body of a bodybuilder or manual laborer, but the consequence of winning the genetic lottery and regular training sessions.

The last thing to go is José's slim Argentinian face, replaced by a slightly older face showing Germanic ancestry, probably in his mid- to end-twenties. The blond hair is styled perfectly into a kind of loose side cut.

Jake's still obscenely large package is covered by a pair of elegant black underwear, while an expensive wireless gaming headset materializes over his ears. Other than that, Jake stays naked.

As the world returns around him, the first thing Jake notices is that he is looking at a screen, quite obviously playing a video game in first person perspective. The change has left him disoriented for a few seconds, and suddenly, the screens edge flash red. He has been hit.

Acting on instinct, he grabs the mouse in his right hand tighter and spins around, quickly spotting the enemy. With skill coming from years of gaming, Jake quickly shoots his weapon and kills the enemy with a clean headshot.

"Fuck yeah!" Jake shouts and pumps his fist towards the camera.

Right. Camera. There is a camera filming him gaming, carefully positioned to cut off at the start of his underwear. On the secondary screen, a chat window scrolls through in blazing speed, giving him a pretty good idea of who he is and what he is doing. He has become a streamer, and, judging from the number of messages in the chat window, a rather successful one at that.

The game he is playing is Duty Calls, a first person shooter that Jake is familiar with but only played a bit before it became too dull for him in his original life. Here, he was making a living out of it. It felt weird that so many people were watching as he tried to find out more about his identity here. Should he abort the stream? Wouldn't that be suspicious?

No, it's probably best to continue. Perhaps if he doesn't focus too much, he can rely on the motoric skills of his new body just the way he can speak foreign languages.

"Alright, where's the next asshole?" Jake comments with the baritone voice his new body, as he gets back into the game. Jake finds his plan working very well. He somehow knows the maps by heart and kills most of the enemy team by himself. Shortly before he can complete the objective however, a bullet hits his character from behind and kills him instantly.

"What? Hurensohn! [Son of a bitch]", Jake cries out and gives his screen the finger. He can't wait to respawn to blow that guy’s head off.

Directly after respawning, Jake searches the map for the player that killed him and sends him to respawn himself. Completely ignoring the objective, Jake runs to the enemy respawn area and waits for the player to respawn, not minding the angry in game chat messages from his teammates.

Once the enemy player has respawned, Jake kills him again, runs over to his corpse and teabags him for a good half minute, only to be interrupted by the "Match lost" screen.

"Oh, come on", Jake groans. "Fucking noobs! Why do I always get matched with idiots?"

In the middle of the next match, where they are struggling as well, Jake almost jumps in his gamer chair as he hears a voice in his head:

"Jake, listen, I just had another vision! There's a really interesting -"

"Schnauze! [Shut up!]" Shouts Jake, making Skyler stop in his track.

"Sorry guys, the neighbor's being loud again." Jake says to his viewers, followed by a "Bam! Headshot! Hurensohn!"

Apparently, Jake is in the middle of something. Skyler feels the tight constrains of underwear around him and is reminded of his situation in real life quite quickly. He is Jake's dick and currently tucked away in Jake's underwear, unable to see anything. Sure, being near Jake all the time feels great, but he is unhappy with how Jake is treating him lately. There's a whole new side to Jake that only appeared after their weird transformative adventure started. Before, he was mostly gentle, even if Jake did act a bit like an ass sometimes.

But now, it's as if Jake doesn't care anymore. The man can be cold, cruel, and rude to everyone, including Skyler. While he treats his peers with more and more arrogance or even gets aggressive, like with the old lady in Romania, his behavior towards Skyler is subtly different. There is arrogance as well, but it seems more like a difference in ... status? Class perhaps? The truth is: Jake is treating Skyler more and more like a dick. A real dick. A body part that is somewhat important but not sentient. Not a human being, but an object.

Skyler is interrupt as the ever shifting body of Jake stands up.

"Gotta go take a piss before the next match, stay tuned." he says to his viewers, and Skyler can feel Jake's strong hand adjust his cock body. Probably a very deliberate action, now that his groin is in full view of the camera.

Once Jake lowers his underwear in the bathroom to piss into the toilet while standing, Skyler begins to speak again. It's kind of hard to focus while Jake's urine is flowing through him, but since he doesn't strictly talk through his mouth anymore, it's more of a mental blockade.

"Alright, Jake! You won't believe what I have seen. What Emilio said was the truth! And it's even better. There is a high probability that the binding circle actually summoned and bound an angel. That means there's a sigil stone with divine power in it somewhere. That's the ideal weapon against a demon lord. Jake! Are you even listening?"

"Halt deine verdammte Schnauze! [Shut the fuck up!]" comes a low growl from Jake.

"I can't remember asking my dick for his opinion on anything or controlling my fucking life. Learn your fucking place already! Let me handle the demon thing and everything else. You are my fucking cock and nothing else. When I don't use you for pissing or fucking, you stay in my pants and stay quiet. Is that understood?"

Skyler is speechless for a moment. This is getting out of hand. "Jake... I..."

"Oh, and one more thing." Jake interrupts coldly. "It's Dominik, not Jake."

Before Skyler can answer, Dominik shakes his cock off and stuffs it back into his pants.

Skyler is distressed. Jake wants to be called Dominik now? Skyler can only guess, but he is pretty sure that this is the name of his current body. This is clearly getting worse every time they switch bodies. Every time they transform, something of the old Jake is lost, and more of the new asshole Jake appears. At this rate, Skyler wonders when there will be nothing left of the Jake he knows, the Jake he grew up with, the Jake he has a crush on. Is there even anything left now? Or is the fact that he goes by Dominik now the sign that the true Jake is lost?

No. Skyler refuses to believe this. There must be a way for them to reverse all this. A way to get back to the lives they had before. Surely after they defeat Baelnath, there will be an opportunity to make things right again. But in order to do so, they need to work together! He needs to get through to Jake.

"Listen Ja... Dominik." Skyler says in a calm voice. "I know it's difficult for both of us. But you need to help us, we need to find the angel sigil stone. Please! I'll let you manage it and keep quiet, but please... handle it."

Skyler just hopes this approach works. If things get worse every time they change, they need to be even quicker than he thought. And Jake's new difficult personality doesn't make it any easier. But appealing to his arrogance might just work.

In the very least, Jake doesn't respond negatively - or at all.

After the next match, Dominik turns towards his viewers.

"Alright guys. That's enough for today. Time for my other stream. See you on the other side."

With that, Dominik closes down both the stream and the game, before leaning back in his chair. He goes to his BodyFans page named DOMinik and immediately starts the life cam there. While he waits for his viewers to come online, he massages his dick through his underwear. Finally, he thinks he has enough of an audience. A quick scroll through the viewers list shows him that there are mostly men watching his stream. Dominik doesn't mind - the gays are much better at tipping than the ladies. And the best thing is that they just love it when he's being rude.

"I had to close down my game stream early today because my Schwanz [dick] demanded my attention. You all remember my Schwanz?"

Slowly, Dominik pulls out his dick from inside his underwear. Skyler, who has of course realized what situation he is in, is already half-hard, as Dominik slowly strokes his length.

"Hört mal zu ihr kleinen Schwuchteln. [Listen up you little faggots] There's a special price to win today. I'm gonna drive over to one of you little pathetic small dicks and show you what a real man looks like. Perhaps I'll even fuck your sorry little ass. And there's just one thing you need to do. There's a lot of stuff from some distant relatives of mine that was brought to Germany from Tălmara, Romania during World War 2. And I need to find that stuff. You have time until I cum. Get to work!"

Skyler is amazed. That is both brilliant and a real questionable move to use Dominik's followers like that. Perhaps it's the euphoric waves that wash over Skyler as Dominik's hand slowly and photogenically strokes over him, but Skyler has a really good feeling about this. Even though it's mostly a product of his own desperate wishful thinking, Skyler still believes that Jake will help him. The two of them always manage to come up with a plan in the end.

Dominik barely notices that multiple messages are rolling in as he grips his cock tighter. His left hand spreads his sweat over his chest, while his right pumps his cock faster and faster. He moans in a low volume and whispers to his viewers: "Yeah, that's what you guys like, don't you?"

Not only messages but also tips are coming in now, making Dominik smirk in superiority. Yeah. Those fags are literally paying him to jerk off. That's the life.

Dominik keeps teasing his viewers for a while longer until he is sure that all those boys are busy wanking their sorry dicks in front of their screens now. Then, he quickens his pace and lets out a louder grunt.

As before, the closer Dominik gets to orgasm, the more his mind becomes one with Skyler. It's just so pleasurable stroking his long dick! Dominik/Skyler grips his dick tighter. Panting heavily now and not thinking about their viewers after all. During this exciting, erotic bliss, Skyler feels something amazing. Inside this whole conglomeration of consciousness, Jake is still in there, somewhere. The old Jake. It's not too late yet!

With a cry, cum splatters all over Dominik’s chest, and in the subsequent recovery period, the minds of Skyler and Dominik/Jake separate again. As always after cumming, Skyler immediately feels very sleepy. He barely notices as Dominik announces to his viewers:

"Looks like we have a winner. Congratulations, justViewing85, I'm gonna make all your wet nerd dreams come true tomorrow. Message me your street address!"

After a short while, Dominik closes his streams and stretches. He disposes of his underwear in a laundry hamper and takes a short shower before falling into his luxury bed to sleep.

However, Skyler can't sleep yet. Even though he was happily tired after spurting Dominik’s cum all over him, his thoughts don't allow him to sleep just yet. Will they make it to the contact before Baelnath turns up again? Will they even find something there? How much longer do they have?

And then, there is another thought. Skyler was mostly passive today, due to the difficult situation with Jake - or Dominik. He didn't talk much and let himself being used by Dominik as he pleases: Once for jerking off, twice for pissing, and countless times for readjusting or subconscious scratching. It is really astonishing how often Dominik touches his dick without noticing.

The troublesome thought for Skyler is, that he is actually starting to enjoy it being used like that. Being treated like nothing more than a cock that swings between a superior's legs. Staying silent and let himself be handled however Dominik pleases.

He knows he shouldn't like this, and he also strongly suspects that this, too, is a change that comes with using the stone. Perhaps he is not affected as quickly as Jake because it's mainly Jake who uses the stone, but still, he is not unaffected. If they don't find a solution quickly, then one day in the not-so-distant-future, there might not be a Jake and Skyler anymore, but just a Dominik (or whatever his name is then) and his dick. The thought sends a shiver of both excitement and fear over Skyler's length.

There is another thought that comes to his mind, while Dominik is snoring slightly. Back then, in Poland, after seeing Piotr for a moment, Skyler had been able to influence Jake's actions. He had turned back to look at Piotr some more, and ever since he had wondered how that worked.

Perhaps now is a good time to try, since Dominik is asleep anyway. Skyler tries hard to focus on seeing through Jake's eyes, or on moving a body part, without immediate success.

No, that's not how it works. Skyler thinks back. The reason it worked back then was because Piotr was hot, and Jake became aroused. So, it probably was a similar effect to the mind-merging during orgasm?

This time, Skyler tries to think arousing thoughts. He finds it not very difficult to do, since he has seen a lot of hot men during the last few days - and being a cock in itself is a very erotic feeling, both in the sense that Skyler actually kind of enjoys it and in the sense that being a cock somehow makes it his job to be horny.

Before long, Skyler feels himself getting hard, despite the fact that he just came a few hours ago. But instead of losing himself in his fantasies, he tries to exert control over Dominik's body again. Now it's easier, and he finds himself able to open Dominik's eyes and see what he is seeing. Next, Skyler tries to move Dominik's right arm. It takes a bit getting used to it, but in time, Skyler finds himself able to fully control Dominik's body - while Jake is still sleeping!

It doesn't last very long though. Once the erection subsides, Skyler loses control again, and the snoring body gets limb. Still, good to know. For the duration of one boner, Skyler can take control of their body. Now the question is: Should he tell Jake or not?

On the one hand, it's still his body in a sense. Just taking control seems abusive and wrong. On the other hand, seeing how things are going, perhaps there will be a situation in the future where he needs that ability to force Jake to do what's right. Even the sentence sounds wrong in his head, but Skyler has to admit that there is a lot of truth to it. At some point, Jake will stop being cooperative and then...

Skyler doesn't want to continue that trail of thought, but decides to keep his ability a secret, nevertheless.

When Dominik wakes up the next morning, he yawns and stretches. There is something he wanted to do today... Right. He needs to visit this little nerd today in a backwater town called Isselfurt. Dominik groans. He isn't very motivated to be honest, but at least he will get his rocks off.

So, Dominik takes a piss, pulls on a pair of gym shorts and a tank top, pockets some condoms and goes to his BMW. Inside, he lights a cigarette and puts the address in his GPS. Barely one and a half hours drive. Great.

After only one hour of speeding, Dominik arrives at the small town. It's not hard to find the nerd's house and after Dominik rings the bell, a shy, bookish looking man opens the door. Thank God, it's not a fatty.

"Yo, Dominik here." Dominik says, immediately grabbing control of the conversation.

"You're gonna show me the shit I want to know now."

"O..okay." Stammers the other man. "My name is Jens, and I'm just so honored to..."

"Hör auf zu labern! [Cut the crap]" Dominik interrupts with an annoyed face. "You mentioned some books or shit?"

"Oh, yes, certainly. You see, I'm a curator of the Isselfurt city archive and much of the material the nazis stole during their alliance with Romania in ..."

Great. The nerd loves to hear himself talk. Dominik tunes out mentally, as he doesn't have the slightest interest in a history lesson.

"Okay, can we go there now?" he interrupts again.

Jens blinks, surprised by the interruption, but answers quickly: "Certainly. Please follow me Mr... Dominik."

The two of them walk to an old building that is the mentioned city archive. Thankfully it is Sunday, so there is nobody around, as Jens unlocks the door with his keys.

"I actually stayed up half of the night to look through it all and I think I have all the material from Tălmara here." Jens points at a table with several old looking documents and books. The language is clearly not German, so Dominik doesn't understand shit about it.

"Can you read this Scheiß [Shit]?" he asks Jens and lets himself fall into a chair, man spreading immediately.

"Uhm yes. I think I can help you. What exactly are you looking for?"

"What do you have about the 'binding circle'?" Dominik asks.

"Ah, yes. One of the prevalent secret societies dabbling in the occult in that area. You see, in the rural areas at that time, the believe in occult techniques was very popular, especially among the richer parts of society." As Jens senses the sharp look from Dominik, he swallows his further explanation.

"So, we have these documents written presumably by members of that particular society." He finishes meekly.

Dominik takes out his phone and starts a game on it, but answers: "They summoned demons and shit, right? Do you have the names of the creatures they summoned?"

"Uhm... yes, there are lengthy dossiers about different creatures the society presumably called upon. However, and I'm sure you know that already, it has to be clear that this is all pseudoscience and superstition - it's not like they *actually* performed magic, because that's impossible."

"Jaja. [Yes, yes]" Dominik says in a bored tone.

"Good. Among the creatures in the dossier, we have several classes." Jens is now simultaneously using "There are spirits of nature, like Quor'Zhai, Han'labte, Pyrixiel, Tervonos, ..." The list continued for a while. Just as Dominik wants to interrupt, Jens comes to the next category.

"Then, there is a list of names that we think refer to mythological demons. Zul'tharak, Krathigor, Gorrathel, Xykorath,..."

This list is even longer than the last, but as Jens finishes, Dominik looks up from his phone. "Was there no Baelnath on the list?"

Jens checks again but shakes his head. "No, that name isn't on here."

"Interesting." Dominik ponders. "Anyway, is there something about an angel?"

"Ah yes, interesting that you ask. There is indeed one such being mentioned, a celestial being named Seraphisar. There is considerably less material about this being, and I think it's in one of the newest documents... Let me check..."

Jens types at his computer. "Ah yes. These documents are from shortly before the society disbanded. Apparently, the society overstepped some boundary with the church at that time, although the details are somewhat vague. We think they stole clerical equipment, which has been returned to the church in the 60s."

Dominik is not looking at his phone anymore. This is most interesting! "Can you say where the church brought this stuff?"

"Certainly, that should be easy... Here. Apparently, the cultural treasures have been brought to a stave church near Båtfed, Norway."

"Oh yes!" cheers Dominik. "Thanks nerd! You have certainly earned your reward!"

Suddenly, Jens grows even more nervous than before. "Uhm. Okay. I mean, great. So are we really gonna... I mean, we should probably head to my house, and..."

Dominik grins a superior grin and readjusts his growing cock. Now he is in his element again.

"Schnauze, Schwuchtel! [Shut up, faggot!] We're going to do it right here, in your little archive. And we're gonna be dirty so you have to clean up afterwards. Hast du mich verstanden? [Did you understand me?]"

Jens gulps and nods, but Dominik can clearly see his pathetic little hardon straining against his pants.

"Good!" Dominik quickly thinks what could be the most humiliating experience for the little faggot in front of him. There's certainly no shower or fresh clothing in this archive building, so the idea comes quickly.

"Get on your knees, over there!" Dominik points at an open area in the room. As Jens does as he is told, Dominik strips out of his shorts and tank top. Seeing this, Jens starts to remove his shirt as well, but Dominik's sharp command interrupts. "Did I say you could undress? Did I?"

"No..." Jens says in a meek voice and stops what he's doing.

"'No, Sir'" corrects Dominik.

Dominik stands up now and towers over the weaker man. A nasty grin crosses over Dominik's face. "Before I plow your sorry little ass, I have to piss like a race horse."

"Oh, I understand, Sir, should I show you the ba-" Jens stops abruptly, as a hot pressurized stream of piss hits him right in his face. Some gets in his mouth and nose, and some sprays to the ground, but most runs down the surprised archivist’s face and soaks into his hair and shirt.

"Ahhh... That's better." says Dominik. He is idly moving the stream from his hardening cock up and down the kneeling man. "Nothing beats having a faggot to soak up my piss."

Before long, Jens is soaked from head to toe in the sharp yellow waste liquid. Dominik even makes sure to circle around him to also mark the backside of his clothing. As the stream subsides, Jens starts to smell like a public men's room. However, he has no time to react to that, as Dominik's next command. comes immediately.

"Bend over that table!"

Jens immediately walks over, the liquid squeaking in his shoes and bends over, facing away from Dominik. He can feel as the dominant streamer roughly pulls down his pants, exposing his ass to the air.

"I originally brought condoms, but you know what? I'm gonna go in raw instead. You should be lubed up enough already."

"Uhm... Yes, Sir." Jens says nervously.

"Now spread your legs and stick that fucking hole out, faggot." Dominik growls at him.

Jens does as he is told, spreading his legs wide and sticking his butt out.

"Mmm... Very good. Now, get ready to receive me."

Dominik grabs his hardening cock and shoves it into the tight, wet ass of the other man.

"Oh my God!" screams Jens as he feels Dominik's full length entering him. "Oh fuck, yes! Fuck me! Oohhhh fuck me, Sir! Please don't stop!"

"That's it. Take my cock. Ich ficke dich weg [I'm gonna fuck you hard]." Dominik growls.

With that, Dominik begins to piston in and out of the archivist’s ass, enjoying the stimulation the tight hole brings to his ample rod. Jens can't help but moan in pleasure every time Dominik slams into his ass. It is the best feeling he has ever experienced, and it only gets better when Dominik starts to slap his ass cheeks with each thrust.

"That's it! Keep moaning! Don't hold back! I want you to beg for it!"

Jens moans louder than before. "Oh please, Sir, please! Fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Dominik's cock is so big and thick that it stretches Jens' asshole wider than he ever thought possible, and the power of each thrust sends the archivist’s head spinning.

But Dominik/Skyler, too, is coming closer to release now. This is a whole new world for Skyler, as he is inserted into another man's ass, with not even a condom between him and the foreign flesh. But he is horny enough not to be disgusted but instead he enjoys every moment of being used like that, while his mind becomes one with Dominik's bastard mind once again. Wet slapping noises can be heard from his balls hitting Jens' ass, and, finally, Dominik/Skyler is ready to cum.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck yes!" he screams out in pleasure. His cock starts to shoot a stream of hot, sticky spunk deep inside the other man's ass, filling it up.

Dominik, who is more used to situations like these, is the first one to recover again. He wipes his dick clean on a not-so-wet piece of Jens' clothing and gets dressed again.

"Good job, nerd. I hope you're gonna remember this day for the rest of your pathetic little life."

With that, he turns to leave, ignoring the meek question of Jens if they could meet again sometimes.

On the way outside he snickers to himself. "Meet again. In your dreams, nerd." Although the thought of Jens' walk of shame back to his house is amusing, as far as Dominik is concerned, that episode is over. He opens his BodyFans profile on his phone and blocks the archivist’s user, just in case he is gonna get clingy.

As he sits in his car again, and lights another cigarette, he actually addresses Skyler.

"See, dick? I told you I'll handle it. Now we're just head over to Norway and Bam! Problem solved." Dominik celebrates himself.

"Yeah. It wasn't particularly nice what you did to poor Jens, but yes, we know more now." Skyler's voice appears in his head.

"Ha! As if I care about that loser. He's just a nerd wanking to me every other night. I probably did him a favor. I would say he's gonna tell his grandchildren of this day, but let's be honest: The chances of that loser procreating are next to null."

Skyler is growing unhappy with the way Jake behaves. "Jake, I don't even recognize you anymore. Don't you see what is happening to you? Don't let the magic consume you!"

Dominik snorts dismissively. "For the last time! It's Dominik. And stop meddling in affairs you don't understand. You are my dick, nothing more and you are going to behave like it. You're lucky I even allow you to speak right now."

Skyler can't believe what he's hearing and feels mortified. Even though some part of him tells him that it's not Jake speaking but the corruption brought on by the demonic magic, he cannot suppress the raising anger in himself. That's not how friends are supposed to speak to each other! Trying his best to keep himself from screaming at Jake, he answers through proverbially gritted teeth: "Jake, just... Fly to Norway. Let's get this over with already."

Dominik smirks. "Yes, I am going to Norway. But why fly there? We've got magic, baby. I think I'm getting the hang of this now and can finally use the damned stone without the help of the big red guy."

Skyler can't see what is happening, but he feels the surging demonic magic resonating through him. He tries to stop Jake with a shouted: "Jake, no!", but it's too late. The world around them dissolves yet again.

That was a long episode. The situation is slowly getting unpleasant for Skyler and Jake. Will they make it in the end? You can re-read the previous episode here or start from the beginning here. The next chapter follows here.

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