Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 09:49:24 +0200
From: Fabiano Fabris <ffabris@bigfoot.com>
Subject: The Fog (Horror)

                                 THE FOG

                       (C) 1999 by Fabiano Fabris
                          [ffabris@bigfoot.com]

                           All rights reserved

               This story may not be reposted or published
                   without permission from the author

               [Dedicated to "RuffPup", with all my heart]

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                               *** ONE ***

Troy woke with a start. The nightmare had been disturbing to say the
least. He glanced to his right to see whether he had woken Austin, but his
lover was still fast asleep. Troy smiled as he gazed at Austin's broad back
He was tempted to pull back the sheet to look at the firm butt which he
had ridden the night before, but decided against it.

Quietly, Troy crept out of bed and went to relieve his bladder before
walking out onto the deck of the patio. The morning mist was rising slowly
over the lake. The cries of a few loons were the only sounds to disturb
the peace. Troy stretched, his muscles rippling under his ebony skin. He
still had his usual morning hard-on, and he played with it, sorely tempted
to wake Austin. But again he decided to let his lover sleep. His cock
could wait. Instead, he went in to make himself a coffee.

By the time he went back out, the mist had dissolved completely and the Sun
was shining brightly on the still water. He could see all the way across
the lake, barely able to make out the small cluster of houses on the other
side. Greenborough, population 181.

Sinking down onto a deck chair, Troy placed his mug on the wooden floor of
the deck and ran his hands over his powerful chest. He closed his eyes
and began pinching his prominent nipples, and his cock began to grow
again, rising up off his large balls until it lay along his abdomen, ten
inches of black meat. He opened his eyes to look at it. What a nice
contrast it made when it was sliding into Austin's white ass. But then the
reverse was just as true. Closing his eyes again, Troy spread his legs
rubbed his balls.

Fifteen minutes later, Austin came out onto the deck with his own mug of
coffee. Troy smiled as he looked up at his naked lover. Austin was
massively built, and the front of his torso was thickly covered with jet
black hair. Best of all, so was his butt. Austin was one of those men
whose dick doesn't grow much in size. It was over nine inches long when
erect, but an amazing seven and a half when soft, as it was now, and very
thick. He always had a very noticeable bulge in his pants.

Troy reached out for his lover's cock. "Hmmm," murmured Austin. "Morning,
Troy." Troy didn't reply. Instead, he sat up and took Austin's dick into
his mouth, where it instantly began to harden. Austin groaned. "Gimme a
chance to wake up," he protested lamely, but he was smiling as he watched
the black man suck his tool.

Austin moved his free hand to his balls. Troy got the message. He released
Austin's cock and sucked both hairy orbs into his mouth. This was no mean
feat since they were quite large and it had taken some time for Troy to
master it. Just as it had taken him time to be able to take Austin's thick
rod comfortably up his ass. But Troy had other plans that morning and was
already fingering his lover's hole.

Austin groaned. "I'm still sore from the fucking you gave me last night!"
But he spread his legs to allow Troy easier access and soon had three
fingers inside, massaging his prostrate and stretching his ass ring.

Letting Austin's balls free, Troy looked up. "I need it bad, man."

Austin smiled. "You know I love it when you fuck me." He walked over to
the wooden rail which bordered the deck. He set his coffee mug on it and
leaned on his elbows, his legs apart. Looking over his shoulder, he said,
"So, you gonna plow my hairy butt or what?"

Troy practically leapt to his feet. Standing behind Austin, Troy slid the
shaft of his hard-on along the crack of the other man's ass. He flexed his
knees so the head of his cock rubbed over Austin's hole. A pause, and then
Troy pushed, gently, watching as Austin's sphincter gave way and accepted
his dick.

"Oh man," breathed Austin. "Love that cock!" And before he closed his
eyes, Austin noted that a mist had risen on the lake again, and
Greenborough was almost lost from view.

Troy was watching his cock disappear into Austin's butt, a sight he would
never tire of. Gripping his lover's hips, he began thrusting. Austin felt
the lust, the urgency in Troy's bucking and used his ass muscles to milk
that magnificent ten inch cock. Sweat glistened on Troy's muscular frame
as he pounded harder and harder, knowing that Austin could take his brutal
fucking. "Shit, what an ass!" he gasped. "Gonna fill it any second now!"

"Yeah, do it! Shoot your big load up my ass!"

"Oh fuck, here it comes! I'm cumming, man, I'm cumming!" Troy tensed as he
shot into Austin's body. Then he lay on Austin's broad back, his cock
still throbbing inside the man's ass. "Thanks, I needed that."

Austin chuckled. "You're a mean fuck when you're horny."

For several minutes they remained that way, both reluctant to separate.
Then Troy straightened, drawing Austin up with him. Troy ran his hands
over the other man's massive chest, through the dense growth of hair, down
to his groin.

Austin sighed when Troy grasped his hard-on with both hands. He leaned his
head back on Troy's shoulder and started working his own tits with both
hands. Troy's dick was still up his butt, half hard, and the black man was
now stroking his cock expertly.

"I want you to shoot a load for me," Troy murmured. "I'm gonna jack this
beautiful cock of yours until you empty those big balls." Austin groaned
as Troy's hand worked his meat. "Yeah, stud, do it! Come for me Shoot it!"

Austin's body went rigid and his balls delivered up their cream, his cock
pumping jism over the edge of the deck to the sand below and at his feet.
He gasped at the force of his orgasm, barely aware that Troy was rock hard
inside him again.

Troy was still milking his cock gently when Austin opened his eyes. "Holy
fuck," he exclaimed. "Look at that, Troy!"

It was as if a wall had suddenly come up in the middle of the lake, a
thick fog completely obscuring the village on the other side. The Sun was
still shining and it was warm, so where did that fog come from?

                               *** TWO ***

Their morning sex never ended after their first orgasm. Troy and Austin
were happily eating out on another's holes when they realized that it had
suddenly become quite dark, and chilly. They drew apart and saw that the
fog had reached their house.

"Wild," said Austin as he got to his feet. "Let's go inside."

Troy followed Austin's furry butt inside and closed the sliding doors.
Each reached for his lover's cock as they stared through the glass and
watched the world vanish in grey.

"Unreal," was Troy's comment. Then he shrugged and sank to his knees on
the carpet. "You up to dropping another load? I haven't had breakfast
yet." Austin's laugh faded quickly as Troy swallowed his dick.

Troy stood a few minutes later, licking his lips. "Time to go for
groceries. Go get dressed while I fetch in the mugs."

Austin feigned a pout. "What about me? Don't I get breakfast too?"

Troy smiled. "Well, maybe. Let's see how fast you get dressed!"

Austin sprinted for the bedroom while Troy went back outside. Moments later
there was a chilling scream. Austin's blood froze in his veins. There was
no mistaking it, it was Troy.

"Troy, what's up?"

No answer.

"Troy? Talk to me baby!"

Silence.

Austin headed back, then stopped dead. There was fresh blood tricking down
the glass. He screamed.

                              *** THREE ***

Austin backed away from the glass doors. He hit the arm of a sofa and
fell heavily. The fall did him good, for it distracted him from the horror
on the glass. He got to his feet, knowing he had to get away. There was
someone, or something, outside that had ... destroyed his lover. Austin
dashed into the bedroom and grabbed a pair of cutoffs which were lying on
a chair. He pulled them on while his eyes searched for the keys. Nothing.
Panic began to set in and he fought it. Nonetheless, it took him several
moments to realize that they were in the pocket of the shorts he was
wearing. Troy's keys, Troy's shorts.

"Oh God, Troy..." Austin felt warm tears trickle down his cheeks. But he
knew he had to move. He ran back into the living room, consciously not
looking at the glass doors, and to the back door. He opened it and walked
out into the fog. He had to slow to a walk, because he couldn't see more
than a few feet. Thankfully, Troy's jeep was parked close by. Clambering
in, Austin fumbled the key into the ignition and prayed. The engine
started perfectly. Austin shot off, but had to slow immediately. The fog
was incredible.

The drive to Greenborough was endless, because Austin could hardly see a
thing. It was an effort to distinguish the side of the road and several
times he almost went off it, with the risk of ending up in the lake.
Austin met no one along the way. This was not terribly unusual, but it
disconcerted him nonetheless. Another car would have made everything seem
more ... real. But finally he reached the village, and drove along the
main street, street lights making small circles of brightness in the gloom.

Austin's drive ended with almost as much a shock as it had begun: he
crashed into a car stopped in the middle of the street. Climbing out of
the jeep, slightly shaken, Austin investigated and found the car to be
empty. He looked around and saw that he was just a few feet away from the
local hardware store, so he made for it.

"Is anyone here," he called once inside. The place looked almost normal,
except that one of the glass windows had been smashed in. No answer. He
called again. This time he heard something, a feeble reply coming from
somewhere in the back. Austin strode down the aisles until he reached the
store room. "I'm Austin Phelps. Is anyone there?"

"Oh thank God! Yes, Mr. Phelps!" And from behind a pile of crates emerged
a terrified young man in overalls.

                              *** FOUR ***

Gregg ran straight at Austin and embraced him tightly, much to Austin's
surprise. Gregg was just 19, having quit school to work with his father.
With his longish blond hair, blue eyes and sincere smile, Austin had
always found Gregg to be very attractive, but had done nothing about it
because of his love for Troy.

Austin held the younger man for a few moments before asking, "Gregg, what
the hell happened?"

His head pressed against Austin's chest, Gregg sobbed, "I don't know, Mr.
Phelps, sir. I was back here looking for some tubing for Mr. Ward when I
heard screams. Mr. Ward was screaming. I was scared, so I hid. Other
people screamed, my dad too. But I stayed here. It's been quiet for a
while now."

Austin held the sobbing young man close, trying to think, to understand.
But he couldn't ignore the feeling of Gregg's face on his chest, the warm
male body pressed so tightly against his own. Despite the situation, he
started to get hard, and his reaction was pure instinct: he moved his
hands down Gregg's back to his ass.

Gregg's head jerked up and Austin realized what he was doing. "I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to..." he started.

But Gregg managed a smile. "Don't be sorry, sir. I've dreamed of that for
a very long time." Austin felt a hand close over his crotch. His dick slid
out of his cutoffs and Gregg grasped it. His eyes opened wide. "It's so
big and fat! I can't believe I'm really holding it!"

Austin smiled. Gregg's enthusiasm and his own arousal displaced the pain
and terror, slightly. "You can do more, Gregg. Why don't you suck it."

Gregg beamed and dropped to his knees. He fumbled with Austin's fly and
managed to pull down the cutoffs. "Holy shit, I don't believe this. Mr.
Phelps..."

"Gregg, anyone who's about to suck my dick calls me by my first name. It's
Austin."

Gregg laughed. "OK. Austin. Man, this is better than I dreamed it. Your
balls are fucking huge! And that cock..."

"Shut up, Gregg, and suck," said Austin, chuckling.

Gregg went to town on Austin's hard tool. He wasn't new to male sex by any
means, but he hadn't lied when he had said that he had dreamt of Austin
for a long time, since he had seen Austin in a swim suit some three years
before. The muscles, the body hair, the enormous package had been the
source of countless jack off fantasies, and had prompted him to make his
first explorations with other males.

Austin watched the young man worship his cock. Everything that had
happened in the last few hours was so unreal that he couldn't deal with
it, his mind would not accept Troy's death. And yet in a way it did,
otherwise he would not have allowed Gregg to do what he was doing.

Gregg looked up. "Mr. ... sorry, Austin. Would you fuck me, please?" When
Austin nodded, Gregg jumped and quickly shed his overalls. He was
naked underneath. His chest was nicely defined, smooth, and his eight inch
erection arched upwards. He turned to display his nicely round butt. "Take
me hard, please." A pause. "I like to feel used."

Austin understood. "Bend over those crates and spread your ass open!"
There was no romance to the moment, just animal lust. The entire situation
demanded that emotions be set aside, in order to preserve sanity. Austin
moved in, his eyes fixed on the young man's pucker, with a bit of fair
hair growing around it. The kid wanted it hard, and that's what he would
get. Austin positioned his cock and shoved it all the way in. Gregg
screamed, but Austin heard the pleasure in that scream.

"Oh fuck yeah," gasped Gregg. "That hurts so good! Hurt me, daddy,
please!" Austin arched his eyebrows. Well, he thought, and reaching
between Gregg's legs, he gripped the kids balls and squeezed, hard. Gregg
screamed again, and again the pleasure was unmistakable. Interesting. It
might be fun to play a bit, but not now.

Austin took the young man hard, with a violence he had never used before,
discovering that it excited him immensely. He rammed his thick rod in and
out of the clenching hole without any thought to Gregg, simply
concentrating on his own pleasure. Austin began slapping Gregg's butt, his
hand leaving bright red marks, and Gregg's cries of pleasure-pain excited
him all the more.

As his orgasm neared, Austin subconsciously unleashed all the pain he felt
on the unsuspecting young man. With a bellow of lust and rage, Austin
blasted his thick cum deep into Gregg's ass while once again crushing
Gregg's nuts.

Austin stepped back, shaken, stunned by what he had just done. But he was
also level headed enough not to deny that he had enjoyed it more than any
other sex he had ever had. Gregg turned and Austin saw that there were
tears running down his cheeks, and yet he was smiling. Kneeling, Gregg
licked the last few drops of cum from Austin's cock before taking it
briefly into his mouth. Austin voiced a thought which surprised him even
as he said it. "You would make a good puppy."

Gregg looked up, beaming. "You mean that? But what about ..." His voice
trailed off.

Austin's face fell. Troy. He slumped against the pile of crates. "He's
dead."

                              *** FIVE ***

The two stood at the front of the store, looking out at nothing, for it
was impossible to see more than a foot or so.

Gregg had helped Austin back into his cutoffs before darting into the
small office in a corner of the store room, returning with a bundle of
clothes. He stepped into a jock and running shorts, and was about to pull
on a tank top, but Austin stopped him. "No, I like to see your bare
chest."

"What do we do now, sir?" asked Gregg.

Austin noted the 'sir' as he shook his head. "I don't really know. I don't
know who or what killed Troy, what's happened to your father, why we
haven't seen or heard anyone else." He turned and went to sit in a
cashier's chair. He wasn't overly surprised when Gregg knelt at his feet.
Austin ran his fingers through the young man's blond hair as he tried to
think.

"The phone!" Gregg was startled by the exclamation. Austin got to his
feet. "Let's try phoning around to see where other people are."

Gregg leapt up. "Phone's in my dad's office, sir. This way." Austin's eyes
were drawn to the young man's butt as he led the way, remembering how
brutally he had fucked it just minutes before. Despite himself, Austin
felt himself become aroused again.

Austin sat behind the desk and started dialing. The police station first.
He let the phone ring ten times before he gave up. Then he tried the drug
store next door. No answer there either. Same thing with the grocery
store across the street, the hair dresser and the pub. Just then, they
were startled by the sound of breaking glass.

Austin stood and Gregg bolted into his arms, trembling. Austin held him
tightly and they listened, but there was only silence. After a few
minutes, Gregg began to relax and Austin went back to the phone. This time
he got lucky: the diner.

"Yes?"

"Jake, this is Austin Phelps. I'm calling from the hardware store. You
OK?"

"Oh fuck, it's good to hear another voice! Yeah, I'm OK. Scared shitless
but fine. What the fuck's going on?"

Austin remembered Jake. A big, burly man who always seemed out to make
trouble. He had had the hots for Troy and had once gone so far as to make
a grab at the black man's crotch. Austin disliked him cordially, but there
wasn't time for animosity now. "I don't know. All I know is that Troy's
dead." There was a sharp intake of breath at the other end of the line.
"And I'm here with Ernie's boy, Gregg. Ernie's gone. No one else around.
I've been making calls, but you're the first one who's answered."

For a moment, there was no reply. "OK, Austin. I think we're better off in
a group than scattered. I'm gonna come over there." Click.

Austin sat back and heaved a sigh of relief. "He's coming over." Gregg
frowned. "Got a problem with that?"

Gregg blushed and looked down at the floor. "Well, sir, Jake ... Jake
fucks me a lot. First time he actually raped me, about a year ago. And,
well, you know I like that." He paused, obviously embarrassed, so Austin
urged him to continue. "Well, sir, I mean ... I'm your puppy now, aren't
I?"

Austin smiled and drew the young man closer. "Yes you are. Let's go make
it official."

It didn't take long for Gregg to find what Austin wanted, a short length
of chain and a padlock. Austin put the chain round a kneeling Gregg's neck
and locked it closed. Instinctively, he fished for his wallet, but he
didn't have it, of course, so he scribbled out an IOU and left it on the
cash register. Only when he had done that did he realize what a futile
gesture it was. Would anyone ever claim the money?

Austin shrugged off the thought and looked back at Gregg, who was grinning
from ear to ear. "Thank you, sir," he said, and clasped Austin legs,
pressing his face into Austin's crotch. Austin felt his dick stiffen. Just
then, they heard someone swear outside. It was Jake.

                               *** SIX ***

Jake stared at the two men. The significance of the collar was not lost on
him. "Well well, collared the boy, have you? He sure is a good fuck," he
said lewdly, pawing his crotch.

There was no point denying the obvious. "Yeah, he's mine now," said
Austin. "So keep your hands off, Jake."

Jake grinned broadly. Both men knew that Austin would better Jake, if it
ever came to that. "Hey, no worries, dude. There's more chicken where he
came from. Besides, I like to swing off the handle too, sometimes. You
putting out? I know you're packing some serious meat there."

Austin sighed. "I don't think this is the time, Jake. We have to figure
out what to do. What's it like out there?"

Jake shrugged and sat down heavily. He was considerably overweight. "I
almost tripped over somebody out there. Dunno who it was, but he, or she,
was quite dead. Lots of blood too. Almost puked." As he spoke, Jake kept
eyeing the two bare chested men, and Austin's basket in particular. There
was no doubt that he was getting turned on. Jake had exactly the opposite
effect on Austin, whose erection had completely subsided. Gregg had in the
meantime quietly dropped to his knees next to Austin, whose leg he gently
embraced.

"OK, so what do we do," asked Jake finally, spreading his legs to display
his lewd erection. "Look for others? Stay here? Try to get out?"

"I got you on the phone," said Austin. "Let's trying calling round some
more. There must be others."

Jake shrugged. "Your call. Maybe the kid can rustle up some kind of
weapons in the meantime. Dunno, axes, maybe."

Austin nodded. "Good idea. Go to it, Gregg, while we head back to the
office."

Austin and Jake returned half an hour later to find that Gregg had
gathered quite an arsenal: several axes, machetes, knives. The phone
search had turned up only three other people, two elderly spinsters who
lived at the end of the street, and a ten year old child on the outskirts
of town. They decided that the best thing was to round them all up and try
to head out.

But six people would not all fit in the jeep, mainly thanks to Jake's
bulk, though Austin didn't say that outright. But Jake wasn't stupid. He
may have allowed his dick to run his life, but he wasn't completely blind
to what he was, so he volunteered to go find another car. Tucking a knife
into his belt and picking up one of the axes, Jake headed out into the
fog.

When he was gone, Gregg lifted himself up and pressed his face into
Austin's crotch again. He was rewarded by a rapid erection. "Please, sir,
let me make you feel good."

Austin hesitated, then thought, what the hell, who cares if Jake sees. "Go
for it, kid. Suck my balls. I like that." In a flash, his cutoffs were
down. As Austin watched the kid struggle with his oversized nuts, he felt a
surge of affection wash over him, affection and power. Gregg was his ...
puppy now. Austin would use him and take care of him in a thrilling
combination of animal lust and gentle love.

At that moment, they heard Jake swear again, and this time he did fall,
there was no mistaking the sound, muffled as it was by the fog. Austin
actually laughed. He pressed Gregg's head against his groin, feeling
Gregg's tongue on his hairy scrotum, and let the feelings flow from his
balls though his body.

Gregg was having considerable difficulty, so Austin pulled his head back
by his hair. "You'll learn to suck them properly, kid. Now I'm going to
fuck your mouth and you're going to drink your owner's cum." It was the
first time Austin had said anything like that, owner. It came out
naturally.

Gregg opened his mouth and Austin slid his cock in. Warm. His hand holding
Gregg's head steady, Austin began fucking, and he wasn't gentle about it.
But he knew that was what Gregg expected and wanted. His head back, Austin
used his puppy's mouth for his own pleasure. When Gregg started fondling
Austin's balls, Austin picked up the pace. The kid knew how to do it.

Austin felt the growl rise from the pit of his stomach as his balls drew
up, ready to give up another big load. He grabbed Gregg's head with both
hands and let the cry out as he began to shoot. And in that instant, the
plate glass behind him exploded inward.

Austin fell backward, his cock pumping cum everywhere now. Gregg fell back
with him as something landed heavily on the floor beside them. It was Jake,
or what was left of him.

                              *** SEVEN ***

Many hours later, Austin and Gregg sat huddled together in the store room.
The sight of Jake's dismembered remains had shaken them badly, and it was
some time before Austin had the presence of mind to call the others
again and explain what had happened. The little girl didn't answer the
phone.

It was at that point that Austin realized that Gregg was almost in shock.
So he had taken the young man away from the scene and into the store room.
There, he stripped the kid's shorts and jock off. Gregg was totally
unresponsive. He just stood there, automatically lifting his feet when
Austin told him to. It was only when Austin knelt and began jacking his
limp rod that Gregg began to give some sign. His cock stiffened, he blinked
and saw what Austin was doing. He started to protest, but Austin hushed
him and continued. It wasn't long before Gregg was shooting ropes of jism
onto Austin's hairy chest. But to remind Gregg of his place, Austin made
the young man lick up all his own cream.

Now, Austin sat holding a still naked Gregg tightly, thinking over their
options. The two sisters were terrified and afraid to move, yet they
couldn't just stay put and do nothing. They had been here long enough as
it was.

Pushing Gregg away gently, Austin got to his feet and started toward the
store. "Please, sir," said Gregg. "I can't go back in there."

"We have to, kid. We can't stay here forever. Get dressed." With that
Austin realized that he was naked as well, having left his cutoffs near
the cash register when Jake's body had been ... thrown in. He started off
again when something hit the back of the building, shaking the entire
structure. Gregg yelled and ran into Austin's arms. "Grab your shorts,
kid. Let's move!"

The two dashed into the main store, hurriedly pulling on their scant
clothes as they made for the front door. Here they stopped and collected
some axes, though Jake's body testified the how useful they could be.
"The jeep's just a few feet away. Let's make a run for it and see if we
can pick up the two old ladies. Ready?" Gregg nodded and they burst out
the door.

Gregg took one step when something big flew down out of the fog and knocked
him off his feet. Austin stopped to help him up, and saw that the kid had
a long cut along his back. He ignored it and dragged Gregg on until he
found the jeep. He pushed Gregg inside and jumped in after him. Austin
set it in reverse to back away from the car he had hit earlier, then set
off towards the spinsters' place. Another large shape passed just in front
of them. Austin cursed the fog for it forced him to go slowly. They
passed over something, heard a cracking sound. Austin's stomach turned
over and he did his best not to think about it as he drove on.

Eventually they reached the house. Austin got out and pulled Gregg with
him, not wanted to leave the young man alone. They sprinted up the paved
walk, and suddenly stopped dead. The entire house seemed to have been
disembowelled. The three story wooden building had been punctured full of
holes... it was impossible to describe.

"Back to the jeep," yelled Austin, as he propelled a dazed Gregg away from
the scene. "We gotta get out of here!" The jeep lurched off and promptly
hit another parked car, making them both cry out. But Austin drove right
on, heading out of Greenborough, or what was left of it. This time, he was
grateful for the fog, for it hid things he was glad he couldn't see.
Occasionally they glimpsed strange shapes in the gloom, once something
that appeared twice the size of an elephant. But mostly it was flying
things that swooped at them. Once only they heard a distant scream, a
woman. But by now, their minds were dulled to the horror of it all.

                              *** EIGHT ***

Austin woke with a start. It was morning, he saw from the clock on the
wall. It had been fully 24 hours since the fog had set in. Gregg was lying
face down next to him, still asleep, thankfully. Austin had driven the
entire day, finding no sign of anyone, only the same impenetrable fog.
Finally, he had found a motel, taken the keys to a room, and tried to get
some sleep. It was difficult, but eventually the exhaustion won out.

Gregg stirred and Austin turned to look at the sleeping young man. The cut
on his back had turned out to be no more than a graze and nothing to worry
about. Something hit the outside of the building. There had been a lot of
that during the night. Austin groaned. He had hoped, in vain, that it had
all been a nightmare. But Gregg's presence, and now the reminder of the
huge flying things, dispelled that possibility.

Austin turned slightly and drank in the sight of Gregg's naked body, his
firm ass. Austin was already hard. As he gently caressed Gregg's ass,
Austin though back. In normal circumstances, he couldn't have had a
replacement for his dead lover so quickly. But in normal circumstances,
Troy would still have been alive.

Austin sighed. The thoughts were futile and pointless. Reality was here,
and his hard-on was real too. Moving slowly, so as not to awaken him,
Austin spread Gregg's legs apart, lay between them and buried his face in
the young man's ass crack. Gregg started to waken as Austin explored the
silky puppy hole with his tongue. Gregg's cock was pointing down, between
his legs, and Austin felt it harden against his chin. Shifting slightly
lower, Austin took the kid's prick into his mouth, and shoved three
fingers into the saliva-slick butt.

Gregg came fully awake and groaned. "Oh sir, what're you doing?"

Raising himself up, Austin turned the young man over onto his back and lay
on top of him. "I like cock too. Got a problem with that?" Smiling, Gregg
shook his head. "Rub my ass, kid. Feel it, hairy muscle butt." Austin
moved upward, so his large pecs were over Gregg's face. "Suck my nipple,
boy," he ordered. "Oh yeah, that's right! Now spread my ass and rub my
hole. Mmmm, that feels so good!" Austin moaned and shifted to give Gregg
his other nipple. "Shove a few fingers up my ass. Uuuh, fuck yeah!"

Austin raised his upper body and looked down at Gregg. "I need cock, boy.
And you're gonna fuck me like the dog you are."

The thought of fucking this hairy muscle man, his owner, turned Gregg on.
"Yes, sir!"

Austin got off the bed and knelt on the floor, his chest resting on the
bed, He reached back to spread his buns. Gregg was quick to kneel behind
him. "You do it the way I do it to you. Hard and fast."

All of Gregg's remaining doubts left him as he contemplated that superb
ass. He had received an order and he would obey it to the best of his
ability. With that thought, Gregg drove his cock into his owner's hole.

Austin cried out. "Oh yeah! Fuck me, fuck me like a puppy would! Yeah,
harder, harder! Give me your fucking cock! A puppy fucking a man's ass! Go
on, give your owner what he needs!"

The deluge of words had their intended effect. Gregg plowed Austin's ass
with a vengeance, but he did it for Austin's pleasure, not his own, and he
glowed with pride that his owner was allowing him this honor. Gregg's
transformation was completed. He was no longer a man, he was Austin's
puppy. He would do anything Austin asked, and be happy to do it for his
owner.

"Oh, sir, I'm gonna shoot," gasped Gregg.

"Do it, shoot your puppy cum up my ass!"

With a final howl, Gregg rammed his prick balls deep into Austin's butt and
erupted, shooting jet after jet of cream into the bigger man's body. When
he'd fired the last volley, Gregg intermediately pulled out and began
licking Austin's hole clean, sucking as much cum out of it as he could.

"Jack my cock now, and drink your milk like a good dog," said Austin.
Gregg lay down under the other man and began fisting the thick pole, his
mouth open and ready. "You want it, don't you? You want my man juice."

"Yes sir," Gregg replied, meaning it.

"Here it comes," announced Austin. "Drink! Uhhh, fuck!" The cum spurted
into Gregg's open mouth, and he drank it all, grateful for the gift of his
master's sperm, for the opportunity to belong a man for the first time in
his life.

                              *** NINE ***

Across the street in a diner, Gregg tried to find something for the two of
them to eat. They were very nervous, for there were still things flying in
the murk, and the plate glass windows had already been smashed in. But
they needed to eat. At least there was only one door into the kitchen, and
Austin pushed a table in front of it. The door to the back was reinforced,
at least. They ate in silence, cold cuts and salad.

Austin tried to ponder what to do next. Their flight from Greenborough now
seemed useless, for there seemed to be no end to this fog, and the strange
creatures which infested it. He considered heading for the city, but would
that be any better, or would it be even more dangerous? Maybe it was
better to try to stock up on food and find a solid cabin somewhere to wait
it out.

Both men were startled out of their reverie by a loud hammering on the
back door. Leaping to his feet, Austin upset his chair. Whoever was
outside obviously heard the noise.

"Hey, you in there, let me in, please!" A male voice, terrified.

Austin hesitated, then moved to the door. He unbolted and opened it. There
stood a young man, about 25, his face scratched, clothes torn, eyes wide
with fright. He blanched when he saw the bare chested Austin. After a
second, Austin grabbed the young man's arm. "Get inside, quick!" And he
pulled him in. "Gregg, some warm water and a cloth. Let's clean him up."

Austin bolted the door and turned to look at the bedraggled man. "My name
is Austin," he said. "And he's Gregg. We come from Greenborough. Nobody
left there, as far as I know."

"Jesus," breathed the young man, shaking his head. "Name's Eric. I'd just
gotten home when the fog set in yesterday afternoon. And the screams
started. Stayed under my bed all night. It seemed quieter this morning so
I decided to head out and see what had happened. I practically ran into
it, great big thing that looked, well, like a spider." He shuddered. "I
ran, knocked on a lot of doors. You guys are the only people I've found."

Austin took the wet cloth that Gregg held out to him. "OK, calm down.
Let's get you cleaned up a bit." He gently wiped Eric's face. "Nothing
serious, just a few scrapes," he said. "Get your shirt off so I can see if
you have any more cuts."

Eric complied, revealing a nicely defined torso with a light covering of
brown hair. Austin examined him and found no other injury, not noticing
the effect he was having on the younger man. When he was through, Austin
righted his chair and sat. Gregg crouched beside him and Austin patted his
head. By now it was instinctive for them both. But Eric literally gaped.
And for the first time he noticed the collar round Gregg's neck.

Austin chuckled and decided there was no point in pretending. "Gregg here
is my pup. We take care of each other ... in different ways." He smiled,
drawing Gregg's head onto his leg. "I hope you don't have a problem with
that, because social niceties have taken a flying leap."

Eric said nothing for a while, and that was when Austin saw that the young
man's jeans were bulging with a raging hard-on. "No problems," said Eric
at last. "It's just that, well, Gregg's real lucky. You look so much like
one of my idols, Carl Hardwick. You know, the Colt model."

Austin smiled. He'd been told that before. He bent his arms and flexed,
making his pecs bulge. "Hairy muscle men turn you on, huh?" When Eric
nodded, Austin stood. "Gregg here is a great pup and means a lot to me,
but his main focus is on what I have between my legs. I worked hard on my
body and get off on having it worshipped. Come here. Feel my muscles."

Eric got up, hardly believing what was happening. His first touch was
light, hesitant. "Really feel them, man. They're solid!" So Eric began
kneading and caressing Austin's arms, his chest while Austin began posing.
Austin turned so Eric could explore his broad back and shoulders. "Gregg,
my shorts." Gregg hurriedly undid Austin's cutoffs and pulled them down.
"Now feel my ass, Eric, fucking hairy butt!"

Eric complied eagerly, still hardly believing that he was really fondling
a man the like of which he'd only dreamed about till now. The twin mounds
were firm, flexing under his hands, contrasting with the soft black hair
which covered them. Then Austin turned again. "Holy fuck," gasped Eric.

Austin's cock was throbbing from the attention his body had received. He
reached for it, gripped it, smiling at the bewildered but very much
aroused Eric. He released his cock and stood with his hands at his side.
"Touch me, Eric, caress me, excite me. Explore every inch of my body."

All of Eric's reluctance was gone and he went ape, starting with the
massive pecs and moving slowly down to the treasure that stood out from
the dense jungle at Austin's crotch. He caressed the thick shaft, hefted
the large balls, even reached further back to explore the man's hidden
anus.

But when Eric gripped Austin's prong, the other man stopped him. Austin
glanced at Gregg. Gregg was smiling. For an instant, Austin was puzzled
until he understood the expression: Gregg was proud of his owner, proud
that another man found Austin desirable, and proud of that fact that it
was he, Gregg, who belonged to Austin. This pride was clearly much more
powerful than jealousy.

Looking back at Eric, Austin said, "What do you want?"

Eric grinned. "I've always dreamed of having a hairy muscle stud shoot his
load all over me."

"So get naked and jack me off!"

Eric stripped rapidly. His cock, revealed, turned out to be about as long
as Austin's, but not nearly as thick. He knelt at Austin's feet and
gripped the big man's tool with both hands. "Come on, fucker! Shoot that
cum on me!"

Grinning, Austin turned to Gregg. "Suck his dick." Gregg scampered to
obey. Lying between Austin's spread legs, propped on his elbows, he
devoured Eric's organ.

"Oh man," groaned Eric. "That's great! Now give me your cum, man, please!"

As Eric fisted his cock, Austin thrust his hips forward, fucking the man's
hands. "Harder, man, harder! Oh yeah, that's it, I'm close. Fuck yeah!
Here it comes!"

Eric directed the spasming tool so the cum spurted onto his face, chest
and abdomen. Eric's dream had been realized, and he unleashed his own
orgasm, filling Gregg's sucking mouth.

Austin sat on a chair watching as Gregg, not needing to be told, lifted
himself up and began licking his owner's jism off Eric's face and body,
taking no notice of Eric's protests. For Gregg, Austin's sperm belonged to
him and that was that. When he was through, Gregg knelt between Austin's
legs and took his owner's cock into his mouth, just holding it there.

Austin caressed Gregg's head tenderly as he smiled at Eric. "I told you he
was my puppy, Eric, and I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world."
Gregg's heart was filled with joy at these words, but he said nothing. He
was where he was most happy.

Eric nodded as he idly stroked his softening prick. "He's lucky," he said
finally, getting to his feet. "He's got the hottest owner alive."

These words brought the three man back to harsh reality. How many others
were alive now?

                               *** TEN ***

"OK, Austin, what do we do?" Eric asked. They were still in the kitchen of
the diner. Austin was in his cutoffs again, and Eric had pulled on
his briefs. Gregg was preparing a plate for the newcomer.

Austin shook his head. "I don't know. How bad is it here?"

Eric shrugged. "I told you what I know. Saw some dead people..." His voice
trailed off.

Austin pondered. Then he explained his lines of thought, his worry about
the dangers in the city, his idea of waiting it out someplace remote and
hopefully safe.

Eric thought as he attacked the food Gregg placed in front of him before
resuming his position at Austin's feet. "Maybe you're right. If this fog
reaches all the way to Greenborough, it must be nearly everywhere by now.
I know a place not far from here, a small house, nothing fancy but built
solid and above all, no big windows. In fact, it's all boarded up since
old Will died. He was the owner. Probably no electricity, but there's a
wood stove."

Austin nodded. "OK, let's try it. Finish eating. We'll collect some food."

Less than an hour later, the three men piled into the jeep, which they had
filled with as much food and supplies as they could find. The process had
not been easy, for they kept having to avoid the huge things swooping at
them, but no one was hurt.

Eric was at the wheel, and Austin tried to ignore the strange shapes he
glimpsed outside, impossible for the rational mind to accept. The world
was now inhabited by beings straight out of a Lovecraft story, creatures
which had destroyed Troy, and so many others. Gregg was huddled against
him, and Austin held him tightly, his affection for the young man somehow
stronger than it had ever been for Troy.

The short drive to the abandoned house took over forty minutes. Not a word
was spoken, and the tension was palpable. But finally they reached it and
it was with considerable relief that they went to work. Austin managed to
break in through a side door by using an axe on the two planks which had
been nailed across it. Once inside, he tried the lights, but as Eric had
expected, they didn't work. So while Gregg and Eric hurried to unload the
jeep, Austin rummaged through the kitchen. Eventually, he found a bunch of
candles and matches in a cupboard.

Once everything had been brought in and the door bolted from the inside,
they could finally relax. They headed into the living room, and were glad
to find a nice pile of wood next to the stove. Gregg went to work making a
fire while Austin sank into a sofa. Eric held a candle for Gregg until the
fire was making enough light on it's own. When he turned, Eric saw that
Austin has shucked his cutoffs.

Laughing at Eric's expression, Austin said, "You got any better ideas on
how to pass the time? A game of hearts, maybe?"

Eric laughed at this, grateful for the break in the tension they all felt.
He began to strip as he watched Austin beckon to Gregg, who quickly dropped
his shorts and went to kneel between Austin's legs, where he began sucking
the man's huge balls. Now naked, Eric went to sit next to Austin and began
caressing the other man's chest.

Austin looked at him. "What're you in to?"

Eric shrugged. "Besides hairy muscle studs? I'm basically a top, otherwise.
I like to fuck a tight ass." That said, he leaned forward and began
exploring Austin's chest with his mouth and tongue.

Chuckling, Austin raised his arm and directed Eric's mouth to his arm pit.
"Real mouthful of hair for you there." He toyed with his nipples while he
gave in to the attention he was getting from the two younger men. And then
he caught sight of one of the lit candles.

Pushing Eric gently away, Austin took and candle and held it, tilted, over
Gregg's back. The wax dripped and Gregg moaned on his mouthful of balls.
"Don't you dare bite," Austin warned. More of the hot wax dripped onto
Gregg's shoulders and back, and his body tensed at the sharp pain.

"On your back," Austin commanded. Gregg obeyed. Eric watched in mixed
horror and excitement as Austin began to dribble the wax onto Gregg's
chest, his nipples. Each drop made Gregg gasp in pain, but Eric was
surprised to see that the young man very clearly loved it. Then Austin
moved lower and the wax began to land on Gregg's erection. This time,
Gregg screamed.

Austin chuckled. "You like it, don't you, pup?"

"Oh yes, sir! It hurts so good!"

Austin got off the couch and knelt over Gregg's face. "Eat me out!" And as
Gregg's tongue went to work on his hole, Austin glanced at Eric, who was
now slowly jacking his dick, and allowed the wax to fall on Gregg's balls.
Gregg's cries were now muffled by Austin's butt, but his tongueing became
even more energetic.

Eventually, Austin stood and set the candle aside. Eric stared at him,
mesmerized. "You can fuck him, if you like," said Austin. "But if you do,
you're going to take my piece up your ass as well." Eric hesitated, so
Austin added, "He's my pup. I don't give him away for free."

Eric leaned forward and ran the tip of his finger of the head of Austin's
hard cock. "I've never had such a big one in me. But I'd sure like to
try." He paused. "I think I'll need some lube. Let me go look in the
kitchen."

While Eric was away, Gregg sat up and reached for Austin's hand. "Thank
you for having said that, sir. I will do anything that makes you happy,
because I am happy to be yours."

Eric returned with a vat of Crisco and Austin smiled. The connection in
his mind was immediate. Eric knelt and unscrewed the lid. "Gregg doesn't
need that," said Austin. "Fuck him dry. It hurts him more that way, and
you've already seen that he likes that." So Eric offered the lube to
Austin, who shook his head. "No. Do it yourself. I want to watch."

Eric got on all fours, knees far apart, giving Austin his first glimpse of
the younger man's hole. It was a dark pink color, tightly clenched. There
was a line of hair down the crack of his ass which Austin found quite
sexy. With his right hand, Eric scooped up some of the grease and,
reaching between his legs, rubbed it over his pucker. More grease, and he
began pressing his fingers inward. Eric groaned as he worked to prepare
his fuck chute for the muscle man's thick tool. The size of it frightened
him somewhat, but that fear added to his excitement.

When he was done, Eric got into position, pushed Gregg's knees back and
guided his throbbing dick into Gregg's waiting ass. Gregg moaned loudly,
but his expression was of pure bliss. "Do it," commanded Austin. "Fuck him
hard! I want to see your balls whipping his puppy butt!" Eric was happy to
comply, and Gregg's moans became cries of pain and lust as his ass was
violently assaulted.

Dropping to his knees so he could see Eric's cock plowing his puppy's ass,
Austin ran his hands over the man's humping butt. He slid two fingers of
each hand into Eric's hole and gently pulled it open to reveal the slick
tunnel that would soon welcome his shaft. Austin rubbed the ring of
muscle, helping it to relax, loosen. When he felt that Eric was ready,
Austin pressed the fat head of his cock against the hole.

Eric ceased his thrusts when he felt Austin's thick pole begin to invade
his ass. There was no pain, just an incredible sense of being stretched
impossibly wide. "It feels great, doesn't it," murmured Gregg. Eric smiled
and nodded, and more and more of the massive dick slid into his body.

"Your hole looks real nice wrapped round my cock," Austin commented with a
chuckle. "It's kissing my crotch now." After a moment's pause, Austin drew
back, leaving only a few inches of cock inside Eric's ass. "OK, now fuck
yourself on it," he growled.

"Oh man, it's so big," groaned Eric as he backed onto Austin's tool. He
pressed his butt against the big man's furry groin and held still. Eric
looked down at his own cock, now almost completely withdrawn from Gregg's
fuck hole.

For his part, Gregg was sweating profusely and glad for the respite, and
he was profoundly happy. He now belonged to a wonderful man and that was
all that mattered. Having another man's cock inside him was fine because
it was what Austin wanted. So when Eric slowly resumed his thrusts, Gregg
closed his eyes and mentally welcomed the organ into his body.

Sandwiched in the middle, Eric plowed the 'pup' and thus impaled himself
on Austin's dick at the same time. It was a first for him, and he hoped it
wouldn't be the last. Maybe next time he'd be able to stick his prong up
the muscle stud's ass instead.

Suddenly, the house shook. "Don't stop," shouted Austin. "I'm going to
drop my load soon. Ride my big fucking dick!"

"Oh yeah, man," groaned Eric. "Shoot that load! I'm right behind you!"

Austin growled. He grabbed Eric's waist and thrust his hips forward. The
first volley of cum blasted into Eric's ass. "I'm cumming, filling you up!
Come on, shoot it now!"

Feeling Austin's spunk jetting inside him, Eric groaned and went over the
edge. The house trembled again, but Eric was oblivious to it as he shot
his jism into Gregg's bowels.

It was several minutes before the three men separated. Austin flopped on
the couch. "Come here, pup," he said. "Sit on my lap." Gregg scampered to
obey, leaning back on his owner's massive chest with a smile of pure
contentment. Austin enveloped the young man in his arms and hugged him
gently. Wanting to leave the pair some intimacy, Eric went to tend the
fire.

"You are a good and faithful pup," Austin murmured. "I love you and I'll
take care of you." He gripped Gregg's throbbing erection and started
stroking it slowly. "I want you to cum for me. Will you do that?"

"Oh yes, sir. Thank you, sir." And Gregg leaned his head back. Their lips
met.

Eric couldn't help watching. It was a beautiful sight. A man and his pup,
deeply in love. The two were kissing deeply, with Gregg writhing slightly
in pleasure as Austin brought him closer and closer to release. There was
a muffled moan, and Gregg's cock fountained cum, which splattered onto his
chest and stomach. Austin rubbed the thick cream over Gregg's body until
it glistened in the firelight. And only then did he break their kiss.
Austin released Gregg's dick and brought both hands to Gregg's mouth so he
could lick them clean. Then Gregg huddled more closely against Austin's
powerful body.

The house shook again and a vase smashed on the floor.

                             *** ELEVEN ***

The three men dozed on the couch for a little while, tired from the fear
and from their vented lust. Gregg woke first, and immediately realized
that Austin's cock was hard between his legs. He had to have it. And yet
he did not want to wake his owner. So he gently shook Eric awake and
explained.

Eric knelt and guided Austin's thick pole to Gregg's hole. It wasn't that
easy, since Gregg could not move. But he managed it, and watched in
fascination as the fat head vanished into Gregg's ass. Slowly, the entire
shaft slid inside and he heard Gregg's sigh of satisfaction.

Eric started playing with Austin's large, hairy balls. He hefted them,
then glanced at Gregg's sphincter and grinned. Eric pressed one of the
testicles against the stretched ring of muscle. Gregg jerked slightly in
surprise, but whispered "Yes!"

Eric pressed harder and was astounded to see Gregg's hole blossom open and
swallow Austin's nut. By this time, the hairy muscle man was stirring, so
Eric quickly forced the second ball into Gregg's ass.

Austin was fully awake now and he hugged Gregg tightly. "Man, that feels
so warm and tight on my nuts!" Gregg literally purred his happiness.
Austin scooted lower on the couch and spread his legs. Looking over
Gregg's shoulder at Eric, he said, "We both know you want my ass.  Fuck
me."

This time, the house moved. It didn't just shake, but actually shifted.
Eric was thrown to the floor as was Gregg, who screamed as Austin's
genitals were ripped out of his ass. The three stunned men were showered
with splinters of wood as the front door exploded inward.

They scrambled to their feet and turned to where the door had been. And a
man walked in. He was completely naked. Notwithstanding the situation,
Austin felt a brief but intense surge of envy, for the man's build far
outclassed his own. He was quite simply enormous, and his body was pure
muscle. He was totally hairless, except for a tiny patch of fuzz above a
rampant erection that must have been over a foot long, standing perfectly
upright against his six pack abs.

The man was smiling and very much at ease, as though his nudity and that
of the three men staring at him was perfectly normal. Outside, huge dark
shapes moved in the fog. Gregg moved behind Austin as the man stepped
forward.

"You were about to get fucked," the stranger said to Austin with a leer.
He gripped Austin's hand and placed it on his mammoth cock. "How about
this. It's even bigger than Troy's."

Austin paled. Troy! How had this man known? He tried to release the huge
dick but his hand was held firm. "You love your puppy, but you love
getting your ass split open, I know."

Austin groaned and slid his hand along the shaft to the enormous head.
Despite himself, he nodded. And yet ... "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter," the stranger said. "I'm here to give you what you
want.

Austin hesitated. But then he nodded and moved to kneel on the couch,
spreading his hairy butt cheeks apart, offering his hole to the stranger.
The man smiled broadly and gestured to the door. Two more men entered from
the gloom, seemingly carbon copies of the first. They went to Eric and
Gregg and led them gently back to the front door. Neither man protested.
They were too stunned, overwhelmed. Austin called out to Gregg, who
paused. The man with him glanced at his counterpart, nodded, and turned
back into the house, taking Gregg into the kitchen.

"Your puppy will be returned to you later. You are so perfect that I wanted
you for myself," said the stranger, moving in and rubbing Austin's ass.
Moments later, Austin felt the huge head of the man's dick press against
his sphincter. He grunted in pain and pleasure as he was penetrated.
"Yes," said the man, as more and more of his gargantuan cock slid into
Austin's body. "I watched you flee from your lover's death and decided I
had to have you."

A scream, Eric. Austin's head jerked up. "Forget it," said the stranger.
"He is not worthy. You are. I even decided to spare the young one for you.
Now feel me inside you. I made my organ big because I know what you like."

Austin groaned. "Oh yes! Give me that huge fucking cock! Fuck me!" The
stranger laughed and shoved the rest of his dick into Austin's body.
Austin screamed and the man laughed again. Gregg called out from the
kitchen, but Austin didn't hear him. All his senses were concentrated on
the enormous man meat filling him.

"I cannot make this body achieve orgasm," said the man. "But I can ...
fuck you until you do."

"Oh yes, please! Fuck me!" The man laughed again and started thrusting.
Austin gripped his own throbbing cock and started jacking it as he gave
way to the intense pleasure of being taken by such a huge dick. The man
rode him hard and Austin groaned every time the cock sank into him. It
would be over too soon, Austin knew, it just felt too good.

"Oh shit, you're fucking the cum out of me! Harder, harder! Fuck, I'm
cumming!" Ropes of jism shot from Austin's cock onto the sofa. Austin's
knees buckled and the stranger followed him down, sinking his organ balls
deep into Austin's butt. Austin screamed again and Gregg ran into the
room.

Gregg watched the huge muscle man lift himself off his owner. Austin
groaned and turned over, and Gregg rushed to him. "I'm fine," Austin said
to the frightened young man. The two of them looked up at the massive man,
his cock still imposingly erect.

After a few moments, Austin asked, "How many of us are left?"

The man smiled and shrugged. "Not many. There are still parts of Africa to
be cleaned. No females will remain. We do not want you to breed. A few
outstanding specimens will be left, such as yourself, for our amusement."

Again a long silence. "Why," Austin asked at last.

And again the man smiled and shrugged. "We are here now. This is our world
now. What does it matter?" At that, his 'twin' walked across the room
toward the front door. As he exited, he ... changed, and flew into the
murk. The stranger chuckled and started to follow. He paused and turned
back to the pair on the couch. "We will meet again, from time to time."

                             *** THE END ***