The Order, ch. 2: Part 1

The “temple” wasn’t at all what Noah expected.  The way Gabriel had talked about it, the nervous blonde had anticipated something closer to a church.  He’d envisioned pews and iconography and an impulse to keep his voice down, but in reality he’d discovered nothing of the sort.  The squat building at the edge of town was an old community center, long abandoned in favor of more desirable real estate closer to campus and the shifted hub of the city’s activity.  Back in the seventies when the building had been constructed, and apparently last decorated, the college occupied only a few blocks.  As the local industries began to dry up in the eighties and nineties, though, the University’s influence had grown, leaving it as the small town’s primary source of income.  As such, places like the former community center, now temple, had been left to decay.  There were plenty of outdated, out of style structures peppering the outskirts, but that also left them out of sight, a key component for Gabriel’s new friends.

During the brief years he’d been in attendance at the school, as well as his youth spent growing up in the nearby area, Noah had never been to this part of town.  There was no reason.  There were no stores or bars or movie theaters.  There were no necessities like mechanics or dry-cleaners or laundromats, no grocery stores or post offices.  There were only the remnants of a formerly bustling neighborhood; weed-cluttered streets, cracked sidewalks, and several empty lots that once bore homes long since demolished in the empty promise of development that never came.  A few ratty rentals still stood as last-resort housing for truly desperate students, but even most of those were empty, and the people residing in the occupied hovels had far more to worry about than what went on in an old, rundown rec center.

“This is the place?  It’s, uh, great,” Noah said unconvincingly as they turned from the sidewalk and crunched their way across the shattered asphalt of the parking lot.  His heart raced as he looked at the few vehicles in attendance, thinking back to what Gabriel had told him of his own experiences.  He still didn’t know how much of it he believed, or what exactly awaited him inside, or why he was so eager to find out, but turning back now was entirely out of the question.  He’d just spent the past few hours with his lips wrapped around his friend’s cock, putty in the hairy bruiser’s hands, so the lines had already been well and truly crossed.  He’d loved every second of it, and he was already excited for more, regardless of what he’d have to do to get it.

Gabriel gave a short laugh and shrugged.  “It’s a shit hole, but it’s not about the building.  It serves its purpose.  Remember…you do what I say, when I say.  No questions.  Got it?”  The bigger man’s stern expression softened when he looked down at his anxious friend, his hand finding its way to Noah’s plump rear for a quick swat and an encouraging squeeze.  “Relax.  You’ll be fine.  We all went through it when we first joined,” he grunted.

Noah wanted to point out that he hadn’t actually agreed to join anything yet, but there wasn’t time.  His stomach fluttered as soon as Gabriel opened the door and a pungent, musky melange slapped him in the face.  It was the same sweaty, cigar-laced body odor that permeated his friend's apartment, only on a grander scale, and Noah’s head swam as he looked around at the faded linoleum floors and cracked, peeling orange paint on the walls.  The former lobby was devoid of furniture and reception desk, now serving as the foyer between the reality everyone else knew, and the supernatural world of the Order.  A pair of heavy, windowless oak doors stood closed on the opposite wall, looking entirely out of place compared to the metal double-doors they’d been swapped out for.

Gabriel put a hand on his friend’s shoulder as they stood in the dim, silent room.  The windows were covered by thick curtains, and only a single fluorescent tube overhead illuminated the surroundings.  “Once we’re on the other side, don’t talk to anyone unless they directly address you, and don’t ask anyone their name.  For now, you just call them “sir” if you have to say anything at all.”

Noah couldn’t help but notice the discrepancy in the other man’s attitude.  He’d talked about the Order as a brotherhood, a fraternal lodge of which he was an equal member.  But now Gabriel was making it sound more like pledging a fraternity.  “Okay, okay,” Noah said when the hand on his shoulder began to squeeze.  “I got it.”  He paused, his face going red when the pressure remained and he saw the look in his friend’s eyes.  “Are you serious?  Oh my god…” he sputtered, surprised by the aching pulse that shot straight to his loins.  “I got it…sir.”

Gabriel removed his hand and gave an approving nod, folding his beefy arms across his chest.  “Good.  Now strip.”

“What?!  Wait a second…I didn’t agree to…to…” the wiry blonde’s protests dried up in his throat when Gabriel raised an eyebrow.  It was the only movement his friend made, but the subtle gesture struck him like a physical force.  Before he had time to think about it, Noah had shucked his t-shirt, his trembling hands fumbling with the waist of his shorts.  He kicked out of his shoes and slid them down, finding his voice again when Gabriel continued to glare.  “You mean all the way?  But…but…” Without knowing why, Noah complied. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of his boxer briefs and pushed them down, his whole body going pink when his spring-loaded cock shot free.  A part of him wondered if Gabriel was really going to make him go through with it, and he received his answer a moment later when the big man grabbed him by his seemingly meager cock and pulled him through the doorway.

Noah yelped and scampered to keep up, his bare feet padding on the cold, smooth floor.  After a short hallway the lobby opened onto what looked like an old cafeteria, a large, weathered space with scattered furniture and multiple doors on each wall.  Through one Noah could see what looked like a weight room, and through another he saw a gymnasium, but his attention was quickly diverted before he could inspect the rest when another hirsute hulk stepped out from the kitchen at the far end.  Like Gabriel, the man was a beastly brick wall of unsculpted, furry bulk.  He stood well above six feet, with broad shoulders and mountainous pecs resting heavily on a jutting muscle gut framed on either side by hairy pistons.  And also like his friend, the bald, bearded stranger had an apparent aversion to clothing.  All he wore was a pair of denim cutoffs that stretched to capacity around his tree-trunk thighs, a fat, imposing cock clearly outlined as it snaked off to the side.  The naked little blonde was torn between a desire to run and hide, and a confusing longing to prostrate himself before the brawny brute.  Noah was well aware that he was standing naked and hard in front of someone he didn’t know, but all he could focus on was the deep, chocolate tones in the man’s ample pelt, and the raw, primal masculinity that radiated off his imposing frame.  He couldn’t tell how old the man was, he could have been thirty or fifty, and Noah was surprised by how he made even Gabriel seem suddenly smaller.

“Gabe,” the man grunted, his voice a deep, resonant boom as he clapped Gabriel on the arm.  “This pretty little thing your acolyte?”

Noah bit back a whimper when the man’s piercing eyes landed on him, a surge of confusing pride running through him when his friend nodded.  “Yep.  Just showin’ him around before we make it official.”

The other man nodded, his eyes locking with the wiry jock’s.  “Is that right?”

There was an expectant pause before Noah swallowed and nodded.  “Ye…yes sir,” he sputtered, the words making his cock ooze.

“Let’s get a look at ya,” the burly bull of a man said, taking the lean pretty-boy by the shoulders and looking him up and down.  He ran his rugged mitts along Noah’s tapering frame, tweaking the pert little nipples and squeezing the toned arms along the way.  He spun the trembling hunk around when he reached the younger man’s waist, letting out a low whistle when he gripped both plump cheeks.  “Damn…lookit what we’ve got back here,” he chuckled, roughly kneading and clapping the muscled mounds.  “You take this thing for a spin yet?”

Gabriel shook his head.  “He’s not ready.  At least not for the real thing,” he grinned, holding up and wiggling the pair of fingers that had recently rooted around inside the stunned soccer player.

The bald bear sniffed at the air, a hand reaching around to swallow Noah’s leaking rod.  “Can smell how bad he wants it, though.  This ain’t the only thing leaking out of him,” the man said, scooping a fingerful of the young jock’s precum.  “You’re desperate for it, ain’t ya boy?”

Noah’s chest heaved as he gawked at his friend.  He had no idea why he was going along with any of this.  A part of him knew he’d ordinarily never even consider participating in such a demeaning display, but Gabriel wanted him to.  That meant he wanted to, regardless of what he’d “normally” do.  “Yes sirrummph…!”  Noah was cut off when the man’s cum-covered finger pushed into his mouth.  He instinctively began sucking it clean, simultaneously thrilled and mortified by his friend’s approving expression.

“Good choice,” the man said, pulling the stubby digit free.  “Why don’t we get him on his way then?  Doesn’t seem fair to tease him with something he can’t have.”

Before Noah could ask what he meant, the finger that had just been in his mouth, along with another, found their way to his confusingly aching hole.  The blonde tensed instinctively, but as soon as he felt the stranger prod his tight button the room began to spin.  Noah’s vision blurred as the world went out of focus, a tingling sensation of pressure welling from between his meaty cheeks.  “HooOOOUUuuhhhHHH…!”  He couldn’t hold back a bellowing whimper when a familiar burst of pleasure began emanating from the penetrated hole, matching the kind of bliss he normally felt from his aching rod.

“There we go,” the man grunted, leaving a throbbing emptiness when he pulled his fingers free.

“What…what just happened…” Noah panted, so overcome that he forgot the rules.  “...sir…” he added quickly, hoping to at least partially cover for his mistake.

“A gift.  And a lesson.”  The man reached out and tousled Noah’s hair, his intimidating features softened by a sly grin as he looked at Gabriel.  “You should be able to work a trick like that yourself by now.  You felt what I did, right?”

The dark-haired hulk nodded.  “I’ll try it out first chance I get,” Gabriel said.  The other man just nodded and gave Noah a final look up and down before turning and plodding off towards the weight room.

“What…what the fuck just happened,” the dazed jock asked when they were alone.  “What did any of that just mean?”  He withered under his friend’s sudden glare, surprising himself by how quickly he was falling into his unfamiliar new role.  “I’m sorry, sir…please…”  He breathed a sigh of relief when Gabriel relented, feeling dizzy from the whiplash of emotions the other man stirred in him.

“You’re lucky,” Gabriel spat.  “He wasn’t kidding when he said he gave you a gift.  This just made the process a lot easier for you.  Look.”

Noah gasped when, for the second time in a matter of minutes, he had another man’s fingers inside him.  He squirmed against the bright bolts of bliss when Gabriel put one wide digit in, then another, but he started to panic when his friend added a third.  He braced himself for pain when three became four, then a whole hand, but all he felt was a rapidly increasing tide of ecstasy.  Noah couldn’t believe what was happening as his friend so easily fisted him, unable to reconcile his actual experience with the horror show he expected.  His virgin hole should have been torn asunder, yet he was taking the other man without issue.  And even more confusing, when Gabriel pulled his hand free and went back to a single finger, it felt just as good.  Just as tight.  “Is this…is this really happening…” he gasped, falling against a nearby table or support when Gabriel went back to a whole hand.

“See?  Permanently pliable, just like that,” the big man grinned.

“He…he can just do that?!”  Noah didn’t know how to feel about the impossible fact that his body had seemingly just been physically altered.  “And he said…you can do that?!”

“Never tried,” Gabriel grunted, pulling his hand free again.  “Didn’t want to make you my guinea pig.  But now that I know what I’m doing…” he trailed off and shrugged.

“That’s…that’s incredible…” Noah panted, feeling the flipside of his alteration.  The increased elasticity and sensitivity brought with them an increased hunger, and the flustered jock felt a kind of longing he’d never experienced before.  “Sir…please…you…you’ve gotta keep going…” he begged.

Gabriel just grinned.  “Later.  Soon.  I have to finish showing you around first.”

Noah hissed when he started trotting behind his friend, each jarring impact sending a twinge of hunger through his ravenous hole.  He was so overcome that he only half heard what the other man said as he showed him the ramshackle locker room, with its open wall of shower heads and smattering of sinks.  The same went for the few modest living quarters and rooms set up like makeshift barracks for when they hosted larger groups, and the hunger had become so pervasive that Noah didn’t even have room for humiliation as he was inspected by a few more of the burly, brutish brothers.  He simply stood and dutifully turned and flexed and posed as instructed, wishing that any of them, or better yet all of them, would give him the relief he so desperately needed.

When Gabriel finally led him to the one room of the compound that actually felt like a temple, Noah didn’t care about the few burly bears that followed them in.  His eyes briefly landed on the taxidermied monstrosity in the center, the misshapen amalgamation of hair, claws and scales, but the creature’s authenticity didn’t matter half as much as his friend disrobing.

A part of Noah wanted to blame an external force when he dropped to his knees and fell forward, wagging his plump rear for all to see.  The remnants of the straight stud he’d been just a few hours before insisted that something had clearly gone awry, that something bigger than his hulking friend was at work.  The fading voice tried to sound an alarm bell, but Noah was past the point of untangling his desires.  All he could do was feel them.  He needed to feel his friend on top, and inside of, him.  He wanted the others to see it happen, too, a sudden need for their approval mingling with the rest of his yearning.  And, increasingly, he needed to be like them.  After having his lean body paraded around for the massive mounds of muscle, Noah felt like a weak little child.  Despite having brimmed with confidence earlier that day, now the handsome jock could barely remember what that sense of security felt like.  He’d lost it, and he needed Gabriel to give it back to him.

When his friend finally lowered himself against his back and pushed inside, Noah almost blacked out.  The sensations were like nothing he’d ever felt before, instantly obliterating his existing definition of “pleasure.”  The wiry blonde howled and bucked and spasmed, debasing himself for the small crowd in a desperate, frenzied display.  He could feel the strange idol staring down at him while his untouched cock erupted over and over again, each sticky explosion taking a piece of his former self with it.  His head swam with images of an inky, star-peppered void, and while Noah didn’t feel like he was falling, he did feel like he teetered.  He hung suspended over that abyss, and the only thing keeping him from falling was Gabriel’s thick log inside him. It was terrifying.  It was thrilling.  Noah felt a total loss of control for the first time in his young life and he loved every second of it.  He didn’t dread the pieces of himself he lost or the empty spaces they left behind; he was excited for what would come and take their place.

When Gabriel finally came, Noah was briefly disappointed that it didn’t happen inside him.  Though he was relieved when he felt the warm, salty deluge wash over him in a musky torrent, and he was even more content when it became clear the other man was nowhere near done.  Everything after that first coating took on a dreamlike quality for the dazed jock.  The world around him seemed to bend and sway, the idol appearing to come to life as his vision blurred between the starry pit and the dingy tile floor.  It all felt fantastic, but Noah was convinced that he really was dreaming when he kept thinking that the monster had come to life and taken his friend’s place behind him.  He didn’t care.  Noah didn’t know if it was just Gabriel or everyone there who’d taken a turn with him.  All he cared about was the sense of satisfaction that came from his pummeled rear and the strange thought that he’d been useful to the intimidating brutes.  That he now belonged to them.