The Ranch (complete)

PROLOGUE: The Guys Arrive at The Ranch

“Are we there yet?” Max felt like a five year old again. He knew letting Roy drive was a bad idea. This was the guy who got lost driving back to their apartment from campus on three separate occasions.

But Roy smiled with lose confidence. “Relax man, my parents would take me up here every spring break. I know where it’s at.”

“Really?” said Rich from the back seat, “sure you don’t want me to map it?” He was on his phone, as per usual. Probably texting his girlfriend, Max thought. He wasn’t going to be the first to admit that he had a crush on Rich. From the moment he walked into his dorm room freshman year, a duffle bag thrown around his shoulder and a single pillow stuffed under his arm, Max felt something special towards Rich, casually attractive, impossibly kind and unbearably straight.

There was a crunching sound that drew everyone’s attention to the back. “Enjoying yourself there Lloyd?” asked Roy. Lloyd, overweight and snarkier than all three of them combined, merely scoffed.

“We’re lost,” he said.

“C’mon,” Roy tried to defend himself. He was insufferable at times, but he was always there for support. He was the “glue” so to speak, that kept the four of them together through four tumultuous years of college. He was the one who had the idea to spend their last spring break at his parent’s old getaway out in the country.

And now, he had gotten them lost.

“We should pull over,” Max suggested, “ask for directions.” He fancied himself a pragmatist. He’d always stood out from the three boys in that he didn’t stand out. He wasn’t optimistic like Roy, large like Lloyd, or attractive like Rich. He was something of an equalizer, a point of balance. When no one could agree on anything, they usually came to Max.

Lloyd raised his hand. “I second that idea.” Max caught a glimpse of Rich’s hand flying up, but he said nothing. What could be so important? he thought to himself. This was their final trip together. Hell, it might even be the last time they would be in the same room together for years. And Rich was just going to spend it talking to his girlfriend?

Roy scoffed. “Pull over where? We’re in the middle of nowhere!” Max hated to admit it, but Roy was right. They’d hid the countryside some three hours ago, and had passed a grand total of four gas stations since. Right now, the planes around them were empty.

Then, as if it were a mirage, a flash appeared on the horizon. Max leaned in closer to see that the flashing was coming from a big metal windmill about a mile down the road. As the car got closer, he could make out the rusty red side of a barn, the long brown stretch of a fence, and a small house.

“How about there?”

Lloyd laughed. “There? Uh-uh man, no way. I’ve seen enough horror movies to know how that turns out.”

“C’mon,” Max protested, “you wouldn’t even have to get out of the car. Roy and I would just step out and ask if we’re on the right road, right?” Roy didn’t respond, but he didn’t disagree either. At this point, it would be stupid not to get some help, and even Roy knew that.

Besides, something was drawing Max to the farm. What was this mysterious Ranch out in the middle of the countryside? Who owned it? How did they not see it earlier?

The car peeled off the main road at a small clump of trees. On they continued for what felt like a much longer distance than how it looked off of the highway. It was as if they were traveling into a different world. And when they emerged from the trees, they were met with a dazzling sight.

It was the kind of ranch you saw in postcards. Mystifyingly perfect, everything baked in gold sunlight, the green of the trees popping against the bright yellow bails of hay and the brown backs of the horses and cows peacefully eating and trotting along the wood fences.

Roy stopped the car. Any apprehension he had felt driving up seemed to have vanished, as did Max. Even Lloyd looked stunned in the back seat. Max turned around at Rich, sure enough, he was looking too.

“What is this place?” Rich asked.

“No idea,” Roy unfastened his seatbelt, “do you think anyone lives here?”

“I guess we’ll have to find out,” Max said, his hand was already on the handle. He needed to get out of that car.

The boys made their way across the yard, admiring the sun and the surroundings as each of them seemed to notice something different. Lloyd, for one, kept looking at the horses. His mom had done horseback riding when he was younger, and he’d forgotten their pure, majestic grace. These horses in particular seemed very well behaved, and Lloyd had half a mind to get up and start riding one of them (though his weight probably wouldn’t have permitted it).

Roy, on the other hand, was conscious of his clothes. He’d always worn shorts and sandals. They were universally comfortable for him, even in cold weather. But now, standing amongst the dirt and the grass, he longed for some long, boot cut jeans, boots maybe, and a different shirt. Maybe then, he’d feel truly at peace.

Rich was looking towards the barn. A question tugged eagerly at his mind: what could be in there? The doors seemed to be shut, all the horses seemed to be out (and as he saw, had their own stable a few dozen yards East). Was it for storing farm equipment? Something else? His curiosity was so great, he pondered wandering over and checking it out as Max asked for directions.

And Max. Max was focusing on Rich, as always. Sweat had started to coat his thick, tan skin, and he sauntered attractively with the weight of his frat boy muscles. His longing towards his roommate had never been this great, and for a moment, he was scared that he might pop a boner right then and there.

But then, a sound. A creak of a door, and all the boys froze dead in their tracks.

“Can I help y’all with somethin’?” The voice, deep and grizzly, came from the patio over by the house. Max turned up to see a large, hairy, muscular man with a cowboy hat and a plaid shirt with the sleeves cut off and buttons that didn’t continue past his mid section, leaving his big hairy cleavage exposed to the sun and the air.

Max was at a complete loss for words. He never had a thing for older guys. Never, that was, until right then, staring up at the old cowboy, one hand his his jean pocket and another rubbing his thick black stubble.

Fortunately, Roy jumped in to help. “We were… sorry we didn’t realize… we were lost and…”

“Lost?” the man laughed, “how the hell you get lost? Your phones got maps on them nowadays don’t they?”

“That’s what I said,” Rich mumbled. He and the cowboy shared a laugh. Roy’s face turned cherry red.

“I’m just kiddin’ you. Where y’all headed?”

Roy cleared his throat. “My mom and dad’s cabin. It’s up in Macon County.”

“Macon County?” the man’s look of shock didn’t give them much consolation. “Why that’s still seventy miles East of here!” The group made a collective groan, and Roy looked like he was about to burst.

“Well,” he said, “we should probably get going then.” He said it with an aura of reluctance. None of them particularly wanted to leave, and they they couldn’t explain why.

“Well hold on just a second there,” he said. He walked down the steps from the porch and onto the dry ground. Max could see he was wearing leather cowboy boots. It only made him more hot. “Why don’t y’all come inside for a drink? I’ve got a map there y’all can look at.”

It was the opportunity they all desired. For a second, even Rich forgot about the internet on his phone. All that mattered was that now they had an excuse to stay, to explore. Even if just for a few minutes.

Inside, the man’s house was abnormally, clean. Everything from the end tables to the cattle harding books on the shelves seems perfectly placed, as if he had been expecting company.

“We never got your name,” Max said, staring at a painted picture of a field on the wall. The suction sound of a fridge opening drew his attention to the kitchen, where the man was getting beers for all the boys.

“Name’s Beck. I’ve been living on this ranch since I was about your age.”

“What do you… do, here?” Lloyd asked awkwardly. It should have seemed obvious, and yet the purpose of the ranch still ominously evaded their imaginations.

Beck laughed. “Lets just say I deal in ‘meat.’” It was a cryptic but satisfying answer, and it was enough to get the four guys to sit down around the dinning room table as Beck popped open the bottle caps with his base hands.

“Those twist offs?” Rich asked.

He shook his head. “Nah, it’s an old trick my partner taught me.”

“Partner?”

“Yeah, Thom. He’s down in town picking up some food for the weekend. Should be back in a couple of hours.”

“Are you guys…?”

Roy shoved Lloyd, who threw up his hands defensively. “What? It’s just a question.”

“It’s no biggie,” Beck said with a laugh. “And yes, we’ve been together for ten years.”

“That’s awesome!” Lloyd said, “I mean, it’s not a problem. I’m not… gay I mean, but it’s not like I don’t approve…” another shove, this time by Max.

Beck didn’t laugh. He only smiled and motioned to the drinks. “Drink up! You boys look mighty thirsty.” As a matter of fact they were, as if in unison, the four guys downed their beers. The golden liquid inside was so sweet, so purely enjoyable, that they didn’t dare remove the bottle from their lips until it was dried of its last drop.

They slammed them down. “Whew!” Roy said, “I needed that!”

“Me too,” Rich said. A positive energy seemed to circulate throughout the room. Suddenly, it was as if none of them remembered why they were there, about the car, about the map, about the real house waiting for them seventy miles away…

But Beck was already taking out five more. “Why don’t you boys tell me a little about yourselves? Where ya from? What do ya do?”

And so, they did. Rich talked about his girlfriend, about his fear of commitment after graduating. Lloyd talked about growing up on a farm of his own, with his mom’s horses. Roy mostly bragged, but talked some about his family, and about his dream of going into clothing design. Finally, they got to Max.

“What about you?” Beck asked, his deep brown eyes staring straight into the young man’s soul, “what is it that you want?” Max gulped. He looked at Rich, only for a second, but it was enough for Beck to register. “Welp, looks like we cleaned out the fridge.” Sure enough, the table was covered in empty beer bottles. Not only that, but the golden sun that had previously shown through the kitchen window had vanished. How long had they been sitting there?

Max tried to get up. He almost collapsed. He must have been drunk, and yet the weird feeling of numbness that overtook his body didn’t feel like drunkenness. He began to fear that something else was in those beers.

“We… we need to… go.” Roy said, motioning back to the car outside, though he was so dazed, he pointed in the opposite direction.

Beck shook his head. “Like hell y’are. No body’s driving under these conditions, it ain’t safe.”

“What… are we gonna…” Rich almost toppled out of his chair. Beck caught him.

“Thom and I got a spare room in the back. Y’all can sleep in there.”

As they made their way down Beck’s hall way and into the back room, Max felt a strange feeling of uneasiness. Not at the fact they were all just about to sleep in a stranger’s house in the middle of nowhere, nothing about Beck seemed to suggest that his intentions were malicious. Rather, he was concerned about the numbness. He had never drunk that many beers in one sitting, and he knew himself well enough to know that if he did, he’d be throwing up all over the place.

Instead, Max felt oddly calm, placid even. And as he collapsed onto the bed along side Rich and Roy (Lloyd couldn’t make it past the living room couch), he started to feel actual worry.

But then he looked at Rich, his eyes fluttering shut, for once not glued to the screen of his phone. He reached out a hand and patted Max’s back with a smile before falling fast asleep, and Max felt immense warmth pass through his veins as the young man’s arm rested lazily, almost romantically on his back.

Whatever was going to happen, they were in for one hell of a weekend.

CHAPTER 1: Roy Goes for A Walk

Roy awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside the bedroom window. What bedroom, and what window by extension, alluded him for a good couple of seconds. Did we make it to the house? was the first question to cross his mind, followed immediately by, where on earth am I?

He tried to move, but his joints protested. He remembered having a lot to drink, being with Lloyd, Rich and Max, and… some other guy. What was his name? He tried not to focus on the questions, which only seemed to pile higher and higher in his mind, and instead focused all his energy on getting out of the bed, specifically dislodging his body from underneath Rich, who must have rolled over in his sleep.

Rich. Roy smiled to himself and shook his head. He had known Rich longer than any of the other guys. The two had become friends at a summer camp in Junior year of high school. That they ended up in the same college—in the same dorm for that matter—was pure coincidence. Though their friendship often seemed like the most obviously hostile on the surface, it was easily the strongest. Roy had supported Rich through so many tough times, failed tests, ugly breakups, that by now they were inseparable.

And in this case, literally inseparable.

With all his strength, Roy shoved the unconscious Rich to the other side of the bed and slipped off. Rich landed with a THUD against Max, and gave an unassuming snore.

“Dipshit,” Roy said with a cackle, and sauntered out of the room.

He took immediate notice of the fact that he was still wearing his clothes. As he walked down the hallway out towards the kitchen and living room, the memories of the pervious night began to resurface one by one. How could they have been stupid enough to stay in some random stranger’s house? Roy thought. There must have been something in those beers, some drug that made them all want to pass out on that bed together. But the one question that remained swimming in Roy’s mind was simple: why?

Footsteps outside drew Roy’s attention to the window, where he could see someone starting to approach the house. He knew it must have been the ranch owner who’d seduced them last night. Why could he still not remember his name?

Wood creaking on the porch. Roy stood up straight, breathed in deep, preparing to tell the man off as soon as he walked inside. To demand answers to the questions that were now worrying him sick.

The door opened. Roy opened his mouth. And stopped.

“Well how’ya doin’ son?” the man asked, tipping his cowboy hat. This was not the man who’d got them drunk last night. This man was something else, a grade A charm bomb and easily the most attractive man Roy had ever seen.

Wait a minute, that didn’t make sense. No, you don’t like guys. Stop it. Roy shook his head. “I…” he stammered, “I’m sorry I thought you were—“

“Beck?” the cowboy laughed, “aw shoo. Nah, I’m his partner in crime. Thom’s the name.” He reached out a hand. Roy instinctively shook it. He needed to know how his skin felt against his. He needed to feel the roughness of his hands scratch his fingers. And when it did, it sent Roy into a dizzy haze.

“You must be one of the boys Beck brought in last night. How’d ya sleep?”

“Umm… agh… good! It was good I… sorry, we should probably get going. We were supposed to make it to my parent’s house by sunset.”

“Ah now, what’s a few more hours gonna hurt?” Thom slapped the young man’s shoulder. By now, he was having to hide the erection slowly building in his pants. “Why don’t I take you on a tour of the grounds?”

“No—Yes! I mean… shouldn’t I wake everyone else up first?” What a ridiculous question. And yet, Thom seemed to exercise a kind of control over Roy. For some reason, he felt like he needed the man’s permission.

Tom shook his head, “I think we’ll be alright.”

The ranch seemed to look even more beautiful in the morning. How this was possible, Roy did not know. All he knew is that the second he walked outside, he never wanted to go back in. The breeze was perfectly calm, the sun appropriately bright. The birds, which acted like an alarm clock in the bedroom, were now serenading him as he and the cowboy marched down the steps and out towards the barn.

“Where are we going?” Roy asked, to which Thom replied:

“To the storehouse! Can’t expect to be on a cowboy ranch without the right cowboy gear!”

Roy’s heart skipped a beat. Was he finally going to be able to jettison these awkward shorts and sandals in favor of something more appropriate? Something more manly, something like…

“Here we are!” Tom said as he fumbled with the lock on a small door on the side of the barn. It clicked open, and he swung the barn door aside to reveal the most beautiful thing Roy had ever seen in his life.

Rows of them. Cowboy hats. Leather boots with silver spurs, flannel tops and boot cut jeans. Belts and bolo ties, saddles and cow-skin jackets. It was the mother load: cowboy heaven. And for a moment, Roy actually felt like he was dead, and had entered some other realm.

“This is…” he stumbled over his words, looking over the clothes with wonder and admiration, “amazing.”

“Wanna try some on?” Thom asked.

Roy gazed up at him doe eyed. He didn’t even need to say yes for Thom to know. He walked over and ran his hand through a rack of jeans.

“What size are you?” he asked.

“30x32,” Roy replied, his eyes caught on the glistening edge of one of the belts. He’d always had an interest in clothing. Not ‘fashion’ per sea, but just in clothes, in presentability. The cowboy outfit was his favorite look, though he didn’t know that until he found himself standing there in the middle of that store room, gawking at the almost comical variety of clothes Thom and Beck had in that barn. He was just about to ask why they had so many outfits when he heard Thom’s voice from behind him.

“Well,” he said, holding a pair of jeans, “you just gonna stand there or what?”

“Right!” Roy said. He slipped out of his sandals, removed his shirt, and dropped his shorts. Thom laughed a bit as his boxers unraveled almost halfway down his thighs. “What?”

“What the hell you doin’ wearin’ those?”

“These?” He looked down at the blue undergarments. “What’s wrong with them?”

“You ain’t gonna be able to fit in these with those. It’s like wearin’ two sets of pants!”

Roy threw his arms up. “Well they’re all I have. Unless you got any better ideas!” The clever smirk on Thom’s face told him that he did. He set the jeans down and walked over to a small chest of drawers build into the wall. From the top drawer, he removed a fresh jockstrap.

Roy laughed. “Seriously?”

“Most comfortable I’ve ever been. I never leave home without one.” He lowered his jeans to show Roy the edge of his own strap, sending another rush of heat to his dick. “C’mon,” Thom continued, holding out the small piece of elastic and fabric, “if you don’t like it, you can always take it off.”

At this point, Roy didn’t need too much convincing. He took the jockstrap and dropped his underwear. He was already starting to get a little chubby, and he tried to angle his penis away from Thom as he slipped the elastic bands up his legs and over his ass. But when the pouch came over his dick, it only seemed to make the erection more prominent.

“Someone’s excited,” Thom remarked as he handed Roy the jeans. Roy blushed, and tried to come up with some way to tell him off as he pulled the jeans up his legs. Damn, he thought to himself, these are comfortable. He was right.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” It was as if he read Roy’s mind. He shifted around in the new, comfortable jeans, as Thom grabbed him a pair of black cowboy boots and a belt. “I think these’ll look good with those.”

Roy didn’t even think to question his opinion. He was so eager to get his feet inside those boots, he didn’t even think to put on socks. Within a matter of seconds, the belt and boots were on, and Roy looked as sharp as ever.

“Missing somethin’…” Thom said.

“A shirt?”

He laughed. “Nah, that’ll just slow you down.” He walked back over to the wall, and this time removed a beige cowboy hat. He handed it delicately to Roy, as if handling an infant. “I was thinkin’ about this.”

Roy’s mouth dropped. It was in his favorite shade of brown, a beautiful leather strap wrapped around the top. It was as if someone had tailor made the hat just for him.

“Try it on,” Thom said, but he didn’t even have to ask. Roy was already placing the hat on his head, feeling the rush of adrenaline through his veins, and the sudden feeling of horniness towards his dick. It was like he had turned into the most attractive specimen on earth, and all he could think about was how badass he looked donning that cowboy hat and boots.

And then, things began to feel weird.

His stomach lurched, and he stumbled back. But the feeling that followed wasn’t nauseousness; it felt like his stomach had vanished all of the sudden. He looked up at Thom, confused.

“What’s going o—“ Another lurch. This time, he felt his chest get even lighter, like he was somehow disappearing from the inside out.

Thom paced around the room, unconcerned. “Just relax son, the transformation is the hardest part. It’s smooth sailin’ after that.”

“Transformation?? What are you—“ but his voice disappeared. It was the strangest thing, he could no longer speak! He was just about to lunge at Thom, to demand answers, when Roy felt something in his lower region, something he had never felt before. A kind of super sensitivity that sent chills throughout the rest of his rapidly disappearing body.

It was like the jeans had become an extension of his legs. He could feel the calm breeze whisk against his skin… or his fabric. Even his feet, calloused and numb from years of wearing sandals, were suddenly more sensitive than his hands. He felt as they filed out the boots, as they merged with the leather, as they became the leather.

And then it hit him. What was really happening. He knew he had just enough time to look up at Thom once more, to make a silent plee, to change him back.

But Thom just smiled and nodded, charming as all hell, and clearly enjoying watching Roy transform before his eyes. He opened his mouth to try and scream one more thing, but then his mouth was gone. He reached up to touch it, but with what? Roy had no hands, no arms. And now, no torso.

The final stage of the transformation began. Roy felt his head shrink down towards his crotch. He felt the silky comfort of the jockstrap overtake his head, overtake his entire body for that matter. And then, everything went still.

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t look around, and yet Roy could perceive the entire space around him. It was bizarre, though not altogether uncomfortable.

“Welp,” Thom said getting up to collect Roy’s old sandals and shorts, “looks like you won’t be needing these anymore.”

What’s going on? Roy thought, what have you turned me into? What have you done to me??

“I suspect someone will come along and find you soon. The other boys will be wonderin’ where you are.” He looked down at Roy, now crumpled up on the floor. “But don’t worry though, they’ll take one good look at’cha and they’ll have to put you on.”

Put me on? But then Roy realized. As Thom walked out of the barn, he began to take notice of himself. Of his feet, two empty cowboy boots, waiting to be filled. Of his legs, a pair of jeans crumpled on the floor. The rest of him could only have been the jockstrap, who’s fabric pouch sat facing towards the ranch.

Roy had been transformed into a pile of clothes. Not just any pile of clothes though; the clothes he had wanted so desperately to try on. As this realization hit, he felt a wave of panic hit him like nothing else he’d ever experienced. This wasn’t possible! He thought. He had a life back home, a school to graduate from. How could he do any of those things as a pile of clothes?

He tried to run, but he was frozen. He tried to call for help, but the pouch of the strap merely fluttered in the wind. He was trapped, immobile and stuck in a singular position until someone could come and find him.

But what then? Would they just leave him? Would they even know it was him?

Just when it seemed like he was destined to a life of solitude, Roy heard a call. His name, out in the distance.

“Rooooooooy?” It was Rich. They were looking for him. For how long, he did not know. But it didn’t matter. Someone was coming. He heard their footsteps approach the open door of the barn and then…

Rich. Sweaty and tired. He rested a hand against the wood of the door, surveying the empty room. “Damnit,” he said, “he’s not here either.”

No! Roy screamed in his mind. I’m here! Please, Rich, it’s me! Rich… RICH. You dipshit, get back here!

Rich stopped. He turned around to look at the pile of clothes. Did he hear me? Roy thought, but the look on Rich’s face said otherwise. Instead, he looked at Roy with curiosity and a strange longing.

“That’s bizarre,” Rich said, kneeling down and looking at the clothes. He scanned the room again, as if there were some naked cowboy there just waiting to pop out and grab the clothes.

Roy was about to explode. He kept screaming at Rich for him to pick him up, try to communicate.

Finally, Rich shook his head. “Eh, why the hell not.” He began to take off his shoes and drop his pants.

What?? Roy thought. No, no. Don’t put me on! Rich it’s me! It’s your buddy Roy! From summer camp, from college! Don’t wear me, I’m not—

But then he took off his underwear. All 9 inches of his cock spilled out and waved in the sweet summer air. Roy had heard whispers about Rich’s dick. He always passed it off as girls spreading rumors, but laying there in a clump, staring up at his behemoth of a cock, he knew they were all true. Rich did have a 9 inch penis, and he was about to fill Roy with it.

At this, Roy felt excitement. Not like the excitement he felt at seeing Thom for the first time. This was primal, deeply sexual. This was his whole purpose, to support some guy’s dick and show off his ass.

No, stop it. This isn’t you. You’re a human. A normal human.

But Rich was already starting to handle Roy. He was already starting to slide him up the length of his legs, hot and wet with sweat. He was starting to fit his feet through the holes of Roy’s jeans, and into the two holes of his feet— his boots. With every motion he took, every time he touched Roy and ran his hands across his soft, fabric skin, the young man grew more and more attached to Rich. The more he longed to have his cock fill his jockstrap face. to have his ass fill his jeans and his feet fill out his leather boot legs.

He needed to be worn.

With one final motion, Rich pulled Roy up over his dick. Roy was immediately overcome with a rush of heat and force as the cock filled out his pouch. He felt his body expand and mold along with Rich’s. And as Rich fastened the buckle over Roy and sealed his fate, all apprehensions about living his life as clothing vanished. He loved clothing, after all, and he loved Rich. In the strangest way, everything felt right, and as Rich’s infamous dick slipped a little pre cum into Roy’s silky white skin, he felt himself orgasm so powerfully, he could swear the young man could hear his pleasure-fueled moans and groans.

“Hmm,” Rich mumbled, “that’s strange.” He could have sworn he heard his voice calling out to him from somewhere. Somewhere close, somewhere below him. But it wasn’t possible; there was no way Roy could have been in that empty dressing room. He was out on the ranch somewhere, and Rich had to find him if he had any hope of getting home.

Little did he know, their journey had only just begun.

CHAPTER 2: Lloyd’s Wild Ride

“Not in the barn??”

“Not in the barn,” Rich echoed as Max ran his hand through his hair in frustration. He plopped down on the single bed they had occupied the night before, while Lloyd paced around the room. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. It was early afternoon now, a full four hours since the boys had awoken to find their buddy Roy had gone. They had spent the better half of those four hours searching for him in and around the ranch, to no avail.

Lloyd cleared this throat. “Well we can’t leave here without him,” he said, “unless one of these guys knows how to jump start a car—“

“We’re not leaving him here,” Rich said. He scratched at his crotch through his new jeans. They were fitting very comfortably, ironically. And yet something kept bothering him down there, almost as if the jockstrap had a mind of its own…

“Maybe he left us here,” Lloyd said, “maybe he called an Uber or something and went up to his parent’s place himself!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you can’t get an Uber in… whatever part of the state we’re in.” Rich kicked the dust on the floor with the tips of his new boots. Max had been meaning to ask him where he got the new clothes, but there were more pressing matters at hand. “Max?” Rich continued, “what do you think?”

Max knew if he were to say it out-loud it would only sound scarier. The fact was that they had scoured every inch of the property, looked under every hay bail, opened every barn door. Roy was no where, but more than that, there was no evidence that suggested he traveled anywhere past the barn. This meant one and only one thing: something had happened to him. What that something was, Max did not know, but he had the sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with those…

“You boys want somethin’ else to drink?” It was Beck. Again. Only instead of beer, he had three tall glasses of water. They seemed to glisten in the early afternoon light now burning through the windows. Max knew better than to accept the cowboy’s drinks.

Lloyd, however, did not.

“You’re a saint man,” he said, grabbing one of the glasses and chugging it down.

“Damn son,” came another voice from behind, “you drink like a horse.” Thom emerged from the shadows behind Beck. He had clearly been working out in the field; his shirt was off, exposing the titanic muscles and light dusting of chest hair that sent everyone in the room in to a brief, but thick haze.

Max shook it off. “You didn’t happen to see anything unusual out there, did you?” He asked Thom.

The cowboy just shook his head. “I ain’t seen nothin’ yet, but I’ll let y’all know when I do!” He turned away, and Beck faced them again, a sly smile on his face.

“There aren’t—“ Rich stuttered, still in a bit of a daze, “there aren’t any dangerous… I don’t know… predators around these parts, are there?”

“Predators? Ha!” Beck let out a deep belly laugh. “Why, the closest thing to a dangerous animal we got is Thom back there, but only once you get him under the sheets if y’all know what I mean.” The mere image of it: that man hot and sweat drenched under a thin sheet, cowboy hat still on, viciously fucking the living daylights out of any poor soul who could handle his probably gargantuan baseball-bat of a cock.

It was enough to send all three boys into a state. So much so that a full minute could have passed before Beck finally spoke up again.

“Y’all could always check the horses.”

“The horses?” Lloyd’s ears seemed to perk at the sound of the word.

Beck nodded. “I’m really not sure what they could have done, but those stables back there are a labyrinth. Very likely he could be back in one of those.

Lloyd didn’t even bother to ask why Roy would want to do such a thing; the thought of seeing the horses suddenly sounded very exciting to him. He was already starting to follow Beck out when Max said, “wait! Where are you going?”

“The stables! We haven’t checked there yet, right?”

“I did, about three times,” Rich said. He was practically grabbing his crotch now, scratching so hard, Max began to wonder if he was getting an erection.

“Everything okay down there?” Max asked.

Rich shook his head. “These new jeans are really starting to bug me.”

“Yeah, where did you get those anyway?” Lloyd asked the question on everyone’s mind.

Rich motioned to the barn. “Over there. Over by the—“

“Stables.” Max finished. Things were starting to come together, he thought. “It’s settled then. Lloyd and I will go check again by the stables. You stay here and call us if anything goes wrong.” Rich nodded, and with that, they were off.

It was remarkable how well kept the stables were. Lloyd was used to the stables at the place he used to go horseback riding. Smelly, murky, floors messy with god knows what. They were never his favorite place to be per-sea, but as he walked into the stables on The Ranch, with their crisp brick tiles, impeccably finished wood paneling and sweet, hay-like aroma, he felt like he was on another planet.

“This place gives me the creeps,” Max said. He was looking in every single stable. Beck had given him the key, and he had resorted to opening every single gate. There were horses in almost every one. Big horses, scary horses. And yet, each one quietly and politely stepped aside whenever Max walked in. They let him look around, inspect every corner, and then gave him a generous “huff” as he walked out. Almost as if they were trying to say something to him…

Lloyd was no help at all. Since they had arrived, all Lloyd could do was admire the space, observe the horses, the architecture. Hell, he even spent three minutes just looking at the hay.

“I doubt anyone is going to be in there,” Max joked as he shut the door to the second to last stable.

Lloyd looked genuinely offended. “How do you know? I know he’s in here. He’s just got to be. I feel it, you know?”

No, Max didn’t know. He didn’t know why Roy had vanished. He didn’t know where Rich had gotten those itchy jeans. And he certainly didn’t know why Lloyd was acting so strange. Gone were his usual sarcastic come backs, his air of ease and confidence. Being around the stables, he seemed lucid, oblivious, and yet completely alert.

Max did know one thing though. They had to get out of there. Fast.

“Well, if he’s going to be anywhere, it’s in that stable over there,” Max pointed to the one in the far corner, farthest from the door. “It’s the only one without a horse in it.”

Lloyd peeked inside. Sure enough, the stable was empty. Eerily empty. A soft breeze blew from behind, drawing both of them closer towards the locked door.

“I… I hear him!”

“What?”

“I HEAR him!” Lloyd said again, “In there! In the empty one!”

“Hold on hold on, just give me a sec,” Max was fumbling for the key. It dropped out of his hand and into the crack beneath the bricks. “Shit,” he muttered. But that’s when he heard a slam. He looked up to see the door had opened on its own. Not only that, but Lloyd was already half way towards the empty stable.

“Lloyd, WAIT!” But it was too late. Lloyd ducked inside and the door SLAMED shut. Like a trap. “LLOYD!” Max booked it across the room, the horses stomping their feet and “neighing” as he passed.

He threw himself against the door. It wouldn’t budge. He looked inside threw the bars. The first thing he noticed is that Roy was not in there. Not only that, but he couldn’t hear anything. Noting except the labored breathing of Lloyd, who was standing, frozen in the center of the stable.

“Lloyd,” Max said calmly, “are you okay?”

Nothing. Lloyd just continued to stand, panting.

“I’m coming in there, just stay put.” He was about to run back to the key when he heard his friend say:

“Max?”

He stopped. He turned around, just in time to see Lloyd turn back towards him, a look of genuine bewilderment on his face. He cleared his throat and said, placid, “have my hands always looked like this?”

Max’s jaw dropped. For a split second, he thought Lloyd was holding two black cans in each of his hands. But then he realized that they weren’t cans. They were hooves.

“Oh my god,” Max’s voice trembled in Lloyd’s ears, but Lloyd barely registered it. Instead, he focused  on his two new hands. He felt their weight, clapped them together. The sound they made seemed to ricochet throughout his body. It trembled through his spine, through his skull. And in one swift motion, his back cracked.

Max screamed. Lloyd felt his entire body begin to re-shape itself. His back was now arched premaritally, and his hoof-clad arms were beginning to stretch out. “Oh my god oh my god,” Max continued to flip. “HELP SOMEBODY HELP!”

Lloyd just groaned. He was starting to loose balance on his feet when his entire body seemed to inflate with muscle. His tendons expanded, his chest growing so large it was ripping through his shirt. But as Lloyd could see, these weren’t ordinary muscles. These were the muscles of an animal.

It all hit him at once. “MAX!” He cried out, “Max what’s happening to me??”

“I… I…” for Max, it was impossible to describe. How would you tell your friend that they were turing into a horse?

Lloyd could no longer stand. He fell onto his hands, and just as he did, he heard a loud RIIIIP as his behemoth ass tore through his shorts. He turned around to see it rise and rise like a soufflé, and just as it was almost level with his head, he felt something hit his lower back. He closed his eyes, searing from the brief shot of pain. When he opened up, he saw a long ropy tail waving just above his cheeks.

“Max… Max I nneeeeigh,” it rolled out of his throat so instinctively that he almost didn’t notice. All he could pay attention to was the rough brown hair now starting to cover his entire body. He felt the hair on his own head extend all the way down his arched back, and grow longer and longer until it was a thick mane. “I neeeeed to get out of hhheeeeeeigh.”

But Max wasn’t listening either. He was watching in awe as his friend’s neck thickened and expanded. He watched as his face grew very long, his eyes moving to the sides of his head. He watched as Lloyd’s nose turned black and wet, forming into a long snout. It huffed as he made out his final words:

“Help… me…”

But there was nothing he could do. Lloyd knew that now. And as he watched Max back away from the bars of his new stable, Lloyd felt a new sensation run through his body. Something painful. Something pleasurable. Something hot.

He could barely see it, but he could feel his dick start to expand under his expansive belly. He could feel it stretch past its normal erect length of 6 inches… 7 Inches… 10 inches… 12 inches…

By the time it reached over 19 inches, he could make out its fleshy pink skin and its diamond head. Another wave of pleasure, and Lloyd watched as the head began to flatten itself out, almost as if someone were pressing a hot iron to it. It grew a dark color of brown, which he then felt ran itself down the length of his penis like a warm hand.

He “neighed” once more, this time feeling as the full weight of the transformation, its pleasure, its change, begin to overtake him and send him into an orgasm so explosive, he had to stand up on his two hind legs.

Lloyd bellowed hard, his horse body shook, and rope after rope of hot cum rocketed out of his cock, painting the side of the stable and even flying out between the bars. Max had to duck to avoid his buddy’s spunk, which steamed on the cool wood as he fell back onto his hooves and pranced around the stable, feeling his new body.

“L… Lloyd?” The horse gave a huff in response. Clearly, Max thought, he must still be in there. He opened his mouth to speak again, but the words just wouldn’t come. He was standing in front of a horse that used to be his best friend. This was unbelievable. This couldn’t be real.

I have to warn Rich, was the second thought that crossed his mind. He needed to get Rich. He needed to get in that car. And they needed to get the hell out of there. How he would help Lloyd (or find Roy) he did not know. He just knew that this ranch was a trap. A magical, mystical trap, and if they didn’t get out right there and then, god knows what it would do to them.

“Stay here!” Max yelled to horse Lloyd, “I’m going to get help!”

Lloyd protested with a loud whinny that echoed around the stable. He stomped his hooves and screamed for his buddy to come back. But Max was already half way down the stable. The other horses “neighed” to him too, but he blocked out the sound. He threw open the doors to the stable, ran out of the barn, and sprinted across the field back towards the house.

“RICH!” Max yelled the second he burst inside. The house was empty. Dark. Something was wrong. “RICH!” he yelled again running into the kitchen. No Rich. He looked in the hallway, opened every door to every room. Finally, he reached the bedroom—their bedroom. He shook the handle. Locked.

“ARE YOU IN THERE?” He was practically screaming now. All he could hear inside were Rich’s moans and groans. Something was happening. And he had to stop it.

“I’M COMMING IN!” Max said. He closed his eyes. Took a deep breath. They might have gotten Roy. They might have turned Lloyd into a beast. But they weren’t going to get Rich. Not on my watch.

With one, hard kick, the door came down.

Max froze. Rich was inside alright. At least, the man sitting in front of him looked like Rich.

“Hey stranger,” the man said with a smile, “lookin’ for a ride?”

CHAPTER 3: Twenty Five Minutes Ago

Rich was starting to get nervous. It’d been almost a half hour since Lloyd and Max had left to check the stables for Roy. Granted, Rich didn’t do a very thorough job looking the first time around. That was back before they suspected any suspicious activity, back when they thought their friend had just wandered off by accident.

But as the seconds on his wrist watch ticked by, the ominous tension that had settled comfortably over the three of them just thirty minutes ago had grown thick and unbearable. He checked his phone. No service. Perfect.

Through the thick darkness came a quiet suspicion that grew in Rich’s mind like a tumor: what if the same thing that happened to Roy happened to them?

He wasn’t going to wait to find out. Not anymore. He stuffed his phone in his pocket and grabbed his coat off of the bed, but when he got up to put his new boots on, he realized that they were stuck to the floor.

“What?” he whispered audibly to himself. He tried to lift them up to see if they had stuck to anything, but the boots wouldn’t budge. “What on earth is— OW!”

He felt his jockstrap constrict around his nuts. Quickly and briefly, but enough to get his attention. Rich yanked the pants down and stared at the cotton pouch holding his dick. He hated to admit it, but the squeeze had gotten him a little chubby.

“What’s the matter with these things?” Rich said to himself, “it’s almost like they have a mind of their own…”

And that’s when he felt something strange. No, he saw something Strange. The jockstrap seemed to… snuggle him. Constrict even so slightly, so as so send a warm chill throughout his entire body. They did have a mind of their own. But how?

“Roy?” Rich couldn’t believe the word came out of his mouth. It was impossible. No, it was implausible.

But at the sound of the name, he felt another soft squeeze. His blood ran cold.

“Oh… my god.”

He didn’t know what to think, what to feel. He was wearing his best friend. No. He had to be imagining this. There was no way… was there?

He didn’t want to stick around to find out. In one swift motion, he pulled the pants back up his legs, slipped both feet into the boots, and resisted Roy’s tugs as he marched towards the door. He was going to find them. He was going to get Lloyd and Max, and get them the hell off of this ranch before anyone—

“Whoa, slow down there son.” Rich stopped. Standing in the doorway right in front of him was Beck. Same cowboy hat. Same jeans. No shirt. “Where do you think you’re goin’?”

“To find my friends,” Rich said, mustering up all the confidence he could. The musky smell coming off the cowboy’s bare chest was intoxicating. “We’re leaving.”

“Already?” Beck said, slowly advancing on him, backing them both up into the room, “but what’re you goin’ to do ‘bout your missing’ friend?” Rich made a quick, almost involuntary glance down to his pants. It was all Beck needed to know. “It seems you might’ve found him already.”

“What did you do to him?” Rich felt the fury build hot in his chest, even as he stepped closer and closer back to the bed.

Beck placed a sweaty palm over his right pec. “I swear on my grandmama’s grave, I haven’t seen that boy since y’all were drinkin’ with me last night.” He smiled, showing off two roes of impeccably handsome, white teeth. “But I have seen some crazy crazy things go down on this here ranch. I wouldn’t be surprised if your friend…” he glanced back down at the jockstrap, which was poking out of Rich’s unzipped pants “… lost himself along the way.”

“What… what kind of things?”

Beck smiled. “Why, we had a couple come by just the other week. They complained ‘bout how we didn’t have no bed sheets so… well…” Rich turned around to look at the quilt and sheets, “needless to say they’re a lot more comfortable now.”

“Impossible,” Rich whispered to himself. This had to be a nightmare. A dream. A fantasy.

“Oh not at-all!” Beck laughed, “why, I ‘member when I was a scrawny young thing like yourself.” Rich swung back to look at him, confusion painted across his trembling face. “That’s right. I was drivin’ back from school one day. Took a wrong turn. Ended up here.”

Beck threw his colossal arms up to motion to the space, sending a fresh waft of his musk right up Rich’s nose. Beck smiled. “But then Thom found me. Turned me exactly into what I was meant to be; a nice big piece of meat to keep him company and look after the ranch while he was away. He transformed me, just like he transformed your friend Roy down there.”

Rich stumbled back, falling ontop of the bedsheets as the giant, hairy cowboy towered over him. “And… h—how did he do that?” Rich asked.

Beck smiled. “Well that’s what Imma ‘bout to show you.”

He watched as the thick bearded face lowered itself down, down, until it was blocking out all the light, and all Rich could see were Beck’s two small eyes staring down at him. They closed, and he felt something wet and hot touch his lips.

Rich had been kissed many times before. Girls in high school, girls in college. His girlfriend, of course. Every night before they went to sleep. But nothing compared to the sweet, calming feeling of having Beck’s lips pressed up against his, having his beard gently scratch his cheek, his neck.

Slowly, as if falling into a deep slumber, Rich’s defenses fell, and before he could say or do anything to stop Beck, he was kissing him back. He closed his eyes, wrapped his arms tight around the his thick neck, and buried himself deeper into the man’s wide embrace. He felt his warmth, his sweat, his smell, tangle with his hot, messy clothes, and seep into his skin, filling his whole body with heat. Raw, sexual heat.

He felt his pants start to rub up against his skin, violently, as if telling him to stop. Beck took notice of the denim itching his bare chest, and looked up. “Here,” he said with a little laugh, “let’s get you out’a some of the clothes, shall we?”

Rich nodded. All it had taken was a few moments of kissing for him to completely forget that he was wearing Roy. By the time he was down to only his jockstrap, Rich yelped. “Wait! Stop.”

“Somethin’ the matter?” Beck asked with one hand clasped around the elastic strap, which was writhing in his hand.

Rich smiled. “I want him to experience it too.” He could feel Roy’s surprise. The jockstrap stopped moving suddenly, and instead started to tighten again around his waist and ass.

Beck just smiled. “I like how you think boy,” he said, and gave him another kiss. Rich closed his eyes once again as he felt Beck’s scruff tickle its way down his neck… down his cleavage… down his abs… and all the way down to his pubes, which were starting to peak out of Roy’s upper band.

Then, Beck kissed the fabric. If Rich wasn’t hard enough already, he certainly was now. Beck continued to suck and caress his ever expanding cock through his friend’s fabric. As he did, Roy grew more comfortable, more relaxed, and Rich could feel the strap moving and adapting to his primal rhythms as he writhed across the bed sheets.

“Hmmmmmm.” Rich couldn’t hold himself back. Having Beck down at his dick was the single greatest thing he’d ever felt. He reached over and pulled the cowboy hat resting on the bed frame, and placed it on his head. He was feeling more and more like a cowboy every second.

Beck looked up to see the hat. He grinned, growled, and threw Rich over onto his stomach. The young man gave a small yelp at having been tossed around so easily, but it was cut short as he felt Beck’s two strong hands pull his ass forward by Roy’s straps.

Rich could feel hot breath on his ass. It tensed in anticipation for what was to come. The anticipation grew and grew, until Rich was whimpering… “please… please…”

Beck grabbed both cheeks, shoved them open, and buried his face in-between.

“GOD!” Rich’s eyesight went fuzzy. He could barely make out the room through the violent waves of pleasure that blurred his vision. He looked over to the mirror across the room, his reflection slowly coming into focus.

“No… It can’t be… It’s not real… It’s not—”

But it was. Rich’s body was changing. He could see his beard coming in, thick and scruffy, just like Beck’s. He could see his shoulders broadening and the remaining body space filling with muscle. He watched as his pecs jetted out bellow him like two large pillows. He watched his biceps balloon like a gorilla’s. He watched his forearms harden and expand, donning a fresh coat of blonde hair that was slowly starting to make its way across his entire body.

The sheer act of watching himself change was the most intensely erotic thing he’d ever felt. He literally watched as the handsome, young man with a bright future and a hot girlfriend, transformed into a dumb, horny cowboy with enough muscle to lift three hay bails at once. Not to mention he had an insanely hot man eating out his ass, and now they were starting to look a lot closer in age.

“God damn,” he whispered to himself. His voice was noticeably deeper, a Texan twang mixed in for good measure. Beck lifted his face up to look at them in the mirror.

“Look at choo boy,” Beck said, playfully spanking his ass, “you’re already turnin’ out bigger than we imagined!” Rich wasn’t listening. He was still marveling at the cowboy staring back at him in the mirror. Is that… me?

But before he could answer that for himself, he felt Beck throw him around the bed again (this time with a little more effort). Rich landed on his back, and he felt his legs lift up over his head as the man towered over him with a sick grin. “But y’aint there yet son,” he said as Rich heard him unfasten the buckle on his jeans.

“What’re you—FUCK!” Needless to say, Rich had never had a dick in his ass before. But his wasn’t just any ordinary dick, and now, thanks to Beck’s magical rim job, this wasn’t an ordinary ass. It was like a key fitting into a lock. As all 10 inches of cowboy cock slid into Rich’s eager hole, he began to realize that this is exactly what he had been transformed for. He was about to become nothing more than a stupid, sexy farm hand, a cock sheath for Beck, Thom, and whoever else stumbled onto the ranch.

In those final moments, Rich thought of his girlfriend. Not in a longing way, but in an almost unsatisfactory way. How could he have wanted anything other than this? Had he really planned a future outside of this place? Was that a future really worth living?

He felt the heat rush to his dick. Along with it came all of Rich, his thoughts, his attractions, his memories and identify. And as he felt his load explode all over Beck’s sweat-drenched chest, he became the cowboy he was always meant to be.

“RICH!” He heard someone call far off in the distance. Is that my name? he though, and as if he’d read his mind, Beck looked over to him and smiled.

“Looks like someone’s lookin’ for you Rich,” he over enunciated it to highlight its ridiculous sound. “But I don’t think that name suit you very well, don’t it?”

“No sir,” Rich said, still reeling from the orgasm.

“How ‘bout we call you Rick. That’s close enough right?”

Rick could barely answer. He was still to focused on Beck’s big bulbous chest, the fresh hot spunk covering his abs, and the dick growing soft inside his ass. Thinking had clearly become something of a chore for him.

“Yeah…” he whispered, “Rick…”

“Well Rick,” Beck pulled out and pulled up his pants. His cock left a massive outline in his tight, boot-cut jeans, “you better get some clothes on. I’m sure Roy there’s gonna be a lot more ‘commidating now that he’s got a taste of this big mouth.” Beck laughed, but all Rick (and Roy) could think about was how hot it had been having Beck go down on him. “Don’t worry,” he said again, “there’s plenty more where that came from.”

He shut the door, leaving Rick on the bed in total silence. He threw his head back, the cowboy hat tipping down over his eyes. Damn, he thought, what I’d give to take a nice long nap right ‘bout now.

But Rick knew he had a lot of work to do. Around the farm, servicing the other men. But right now, he had one priority and one priority only: Max.

“Poor lil’ boy don’t know what’s comin,’” cowboy Rick said with a little laugh as he got up off the bed and slipped into his favorite jeans. Rick moaned with pleasure. Clothes were a cowboy’s best friend, after all, and as the jeans slid comfortably up his thick meaty legs and up to his sweaty, cum-soaked jockstrap, it was like they felt complete again.

He was just reaching down to put on his boots when he heard someone SLAM on the door. “RICH!” He heard the voice say, “ARE YOU IN THERE?”

Max. Rick smiled dopey, and sauntered back over to the bed. He spread his legs ever so slightly and puffed his scruffy chest, so the first thing the boy’d see when he walked in would be a big sexy cowboy just waiting to service his every need.

“I’M COMING IN!” Max announced, and burst through the door.

CHAPTER 4: THE FINAL CHAPTER

“I… I…”

Max couldn’t speak. As a matter of fact, he couldn’t even remember what he was doing in the bedroom in the first place. He couldn’t remember Lloyd, or Roy, or the nightmare he’d just witnessed in the stables.

He couldn’t, because all he was thinking about was the man laying on the bed in front of him.

He remembered the very first time he saw Rich take his shirt off. They were at a pool party freshman year, some stupid event for a frat he and Roy were rushing. They were slightly tipsy, and he and one of the other frat bros had made a bet as to who could make the biggest splash. They guy was at least a full twenty pounds heavier than Rich, and yet he persisted.

“Hold my clothes,” he had said to Max as he peeled off his shirt. It was the first time Max had ever felt that way towards another man, seeing his muscles bounce as they pulled the linen up over his head, the hypnotic light from the pool casting deep shadows in the crevices of his lean abs.

It was an image he had savored for the last four years, a mental picture he took and stored in the back corner of his mind, fodder for those late, lonely nights, when Rich was off fucking his girlfriend and Max would sit in bed and imagine him coming through the door, shirt gently falling to the ground, footsteps quiet as he’d march over to the side of his bed and slip inside.

“Hey stranger.”

But this wasn’t a fantasy. He was actually looking at Rich, sprawled out shirtless on the bed, his legs parted like an invitation, a runway to the small patch of pubic hair breaking out from the top of his rough, cowboy jeans.

“R… Rich?”

The cowboy didn’t respond. He threw his boot clad feet off the side of the bed and marched firmly over to Max, who hadn’t moved an inch since rushing through the door.

“That’s Rick to you,” he said, tipping his cowboy hat, a gesture so arousing, Max felt a hand instinctively clasp around his rising cock.

“Rich—Rick… I… Lloyd. He’s in big trouble, I just came from the stables…”

“Shhhh calm down son,” Rick put a hand on Max’s shoulder. He felt its weight press down on him, oppressive yet comforting, “what did you see?”

“He… he turned…" suddenly Max was choking back tears. Why was he crying? Was it the emotion of loosing two friends in one day? The knowledge that things might never be the same?

Or was it Rick, the man who seemed to fill his heart with warmth. Looking up into the cowboy’s eyes, he conjured new fantasies: sitting together by the fire, his finger drawling circles around Max’s bare chest, his blonde beard nuzzling into the crook of his neck. He imagined them riding back in from a long day’s work, bodies thick with sweat as he’d guide him to the back of the barn. Their special spot, where they would spend hours exploring each other’s bodies, whispering dirty things into each other’s ears, drinking deep from the other’s lips until the sun would vanish beyond the hills and leave their wet, tangled bodies to simmer in the cooling air.

He didn’t want that. He needed it.

Max pressed his teary face into his pal’s chest, letting his hair dry the tears as his rough farm hands glided along the length of his back.

“This place…” Max whimpered, “this place is cursed.”

“Why shoo,” Rick said with a smile, lifting Max’s face so that their eyes would meet, “this place ain’t cursed; this place he’s full-a magic.”

“Really?”

“Hell yeah! Beck just told me. It knows just what you want, and it gives that to you. Even if you don’t necessarily know what that is, the ranch will know, and she’ll turn you straight.”

It all seemed to fit into place. Lloyd, the horses, Rich… him.

“So,” Rick said, cupping the back of his friends head, slowly drawing their faces closer and closer together, “tell me Max; what is it you really want?”

Max stared deep into Rick’s warm, amber eyes. And said: “you.”

They kissed. Max felt an immediate rush of testosterone flood his body as the cowboy pressed his lips against his. With each movement of his hands, each fumble up his shirt or down his pants, Max felt a fresh new wave of hormones. It was like he was going through a big long orgasm, only he hadn’t cum… yet.

Rick pulled back. A waft of smell his Max’s nose, and he almost collapsed as the masculine scent overtook his composure. “I’ve always wondered what’d be like to kiss you.”

Max smiled, woozy from the pleasure. “Did you really?”

He nodded. “Sure thing. And damn, it was even better than I thought.” Rick bent down, and Max felt his two thick arms grip each of his legs. Suddenly he was in the air. Max yelped, but then he realized he was resting atop Rick’s chest. He had lifted him straight up, and Max had to hold him cum back from the very thought of being picked up by such a large, handsome man.

Rick walked back over to the bed and gently laid Max down on his back, climbing on top of him while they continued to make out. As Max ran his hands across the cowboy’s expansive back, he began to wonder if this is what his girlfriend got to experience every other night.

But as Rick yanked Max’s shirt off and began to kiss his neck, gradually making his way down his chest to his dick, he thought: no, this is much better.

Rick unbuttoned Max’s pants, and sat staring at his bulge through his white underwear. He shook is head. “Is something wrong?” Max asked.

The cowboy looked up at him. “From here on out, there’s no goin’ back partner.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I wasn’t given no choice. Beck made me this way, and while I’m happier than I’ve even been in my whole life, I just want to make sure that before I change you that you’re… I dunno, okay with it I guess.”

“Change me?”

“Yeah! Make you like me.”

The realization hit him. This was Max’s time to change, to change into what he truly desired. At first, the thought scared him. What if he would turn into a horse, like Lloyd? Or whatever inanimate object Roy turned into?

But as he continued to look at Rick, he realized he didn’t care. Because Beck was right; the ranch knew better than him. It knew exactly what he wanted, and whatever that was, he took comfort in the knowledge that it would be the greatest journey of his entire life. He was ready to transform.

“Yes,” Max said, and with that, Rick swallowed his cock.

The changes were almost instant. No sooner did Rick’s lips touch his flesh did Max feel a wealth of hair spring out over his previously slim body. It pricked his skin, a sensation so arousing, he lost control over his entire body for a good three seconds.

“HmmmMMMMM,” Max writhed. A shiver rushed through him, the kind of shiver he recognized as passing through him on cold nights. Only this time, it didn’t stop. His body continued to shake, viciously and involuntarily, until Rick was forced to place a hefty arm on-top of his chest.

“Oh… oh my god…”

The shaking continued. Whatever it was Max was feeling, it was easily the most intense thing he had ever felt in his entire life. His hands took on minds of their own as they ran themselves across his forest of hair. With each brush of the skin, he felt the body underneath rise like a cake in an oven. The more he felt himself, the bigger and bigger he got.

But it wasn’t just his hands. As he sucked on his cock, Rick began to rub down the sides of Max’s legs, inflating his thighs like inner tubes, bulging his hamstrings until he had the physique of an olympian.

Max felt a waft of cool air hit his wet dick as Rick removed it from his mouth. “C’mon,” he said, getting to his feet, “let’s go.”

“Where we going’?” Max asked, shocked at the sound and assembly of the words as the rolled of his tongue with a thick, heavy drawl.

Rick just smiled. “To our special spot of course.”

Max’s mind reeled. Their special spot. Just like his fantasy. Only it wasn’t a fantasy anymore.

Rick reached out a hand, which Max gripped. He watched amazed as his muscle bicep flexed, and wavered as his new body stumbled over itself as he stood up.

“Easy there cowboy,” Rick said, patting his hard chest, “still gotta get used to it, huh?”

Max could only nod. His mind was foggy, the ground farther away. His motions didn’t seem real. He didn’t seem real. The whole thing felt like he was high, but every time Rick touched him or kissed him, he was reminded of how real this all really was.

Rick guided the lumbering man out of the house and back towards the barn. The barn… the barn… Max remembered being in there recently. What was he doing?

He couldn’t remember. But he could remember their spot, nestled behind the hay bails in the back, cast in cool shade. The sun had gone down now, the sky turning to a beautiful shade of purple as they made their way over to the secluded corner.

Once there, the guys made quick work of getting each other undressed. Max slipped out of the clothes he hadn’t torn through back in the house, and Rick dropped his pants to unveil his monstrous cowboy cock.

It was the first time Max had ever seen it, and for a moment, he could have sworn he was dreaming. Rick took notice, smiling as he swung it around like a sock. “Like this?”

Max nodded again, stupidly. He was loosing himself fast, and the cock wasn’t helping.

Rick walked up to him, kissing him again. Max didn’t even realize it, but he was slowly being guided down towards the man’s penis. He savored every inch of his hairy body, rubbing his newly bearded face in-between his pecs, licking his nipples, and caressing those abs he’d had so many dreams about. Finally, he felt the stench of a hard days work, and the hard scruff of his pubes.

He didn’t hesitate. Max was gagging on the dick in a mere matter of seconds, forcing Rick to stumble back onto the hay bail as his friend worked vigorously on his cock. “God damn,” he remarked, gripping his hat. Max could feel the slivery pre leaking down his throat, progressing his transformation even faster. By the time the head popped out of his mouth, he had gained at least another ten pounds of just muscle, and his ass had almost doubled in size.

“Turn around,” Max said, his deep commanding voice surprising both parties. But Rick didn’t loose a moment to thought. When Max had stood all the way up, Rick’s ass was already in the air, his body leaning over one of the hay bails.

His hole winked. “You gonna fuck me ‘r what?”

Max looked down at his body. He had become a beast, brown hair coating his chest like a pelt, his muscles Herculean in size. But the real change—the hottest change—was what was in his mind. All of the fear, all of the insecurity, all of the silent longing, had vanished. Instead Max felt a real sense of bravado, a confidence that bordered on cockiness, and a supreme drive for sex and adventure that pervaded any sense of logic or reason.

He was a cowboy. He was the cowboy. And nothing could stop him now.

He thrust his dick into Rick’s ass. There was a loud gasp as Rick’s body contracted around Max’s cock, and then relaxed. It was his cue. With that, he began to pound the man like a cheep more, his dick growing and inflating with every aggressive thrust.

Rick was whining, begging for his man’s hot load, but Max wasn’t done yet. With astonishing ease, he picked up his friend, the same friend who’d towered over him just minutes before, and lowered him up and down on his pole. It was like lifting a teddy bear, nothing compared to the bails of hay he lifted day in and day out.

Wait a minute, I don’t lift hay… I just graduated from college. This isn’t me… what’s happening to me??

As if he could sense the insecurity in his friend’s eyes, Rick gripped Max’s face, pulling it right up to his. He tasted his breath, breathed in his smell, and smelled his fear. In a quiet, panting voice, he whispered, “ain’t nothing you gotta be scared of.”

“Why’s that?”

“Cus I love you.”

It was all it took. Max felt his world turn to liquid, everything go black except for the beautiful face staring back at him. It had to be an orgasm, but for Max, it was every good feeling he’d ever felt wrapped into one.

He growled, threw his head back, and erupted a canon of cum into Rick’s ass so large, it was leaking out of his hole and onto the hay strewn ground.

The collapsed onto the hay, tangled in the other’s arms, breathing hard and gripping each other as they each rode out their respective orgasms. And then, the world went dark.

EPILOGUE

“C’mon you two. I ain’t paying’ you lay around.”

Mack awoke with a start. He was still laying on the hay, his buddy Rick sprawled out on-top of him. His body made a peeling sound as the dried cum unstuck from his legs.

Above him stood Beck, shirt unbuttoned to show his hairy, exposed chest. He gave a hearty smile as he tossed Rick a pitchfork. “Get some clothes on and take care of this here hay. And Mack!”

The name sounded strange to him, alien yet familiar. Was his name really Mack? Was this really his body? Was this his life?

“Mack boy, you’d doin’ okay there bud?”

“Um… yes sir,” Mack ran a hand through his thick beard. It wasn’t as thick as Beck’s though he hoped it would be some day. Beck and Thom had been so kind to hire on the two young men as ranch-hands. They knew they would fuck like rabbits when they weren’t on duty, but they turned a blind eye. Besides, Mack had walked in on Beck and Thom in the bedroom one more than one occasion (and even joined in a few times).

Still, it was time to work. The sun was rising high in the sky, and Mack knew he had another long day ahead of them. As he began to pull on his pants, Beck stopped him.

“Something’ the matter sir?” Mack asked.

“Nothin’ son. Just want you to break in the new horse today. He’s been puttin’ up quite a fuss since he got here yesterday.”

Beck led him over to the front of the barn, where Thom was attempting to tame a very unwieldy station. It “neighed” violently and kicked the dirt underfoot.

“Easy there boy,” Thom said. He glanced over at Mack as they turned the corner, ignoring the fact that he was naked. “Wanna give it a try?”

“Whatever you say sir,” Mack said as he approached the horse. At the sight of him, the horse seemed to relax, huffing and panting, but remaining still. “Easy boy…” He reached out a hand and stroked the horse’s mane, looking deep into its eyes. “What’d you say his name was?”

“Lloyd,” Beck said with a little smile that Mack didn’t notice. He was too busy mulling over that name. He knew it from somewhere, but where?

The horse stomped its feet. It was begging to be ridden.

“Better give him a try son,” Thom said. Mack had never ridden a horse before, or so he thought. But as he mounted the station, his bare body sitting atop the majestic beast, everything felt instantly natural, as if he were shaking hands with an old friend.

Rick came around from the other side, adjusting his jeans as he admired the sight. “Well I’ll be god damned.”

“Best leave you to it son,” Beck said. But before Mack could take off, he put a hand on his leg. “But before you go,” he said, “you might need this.”

Mack watched as the older farm hand removed the black leather cowboy hat from his head and handed it to him. His spirits soared. “No, no sir I can’t.”

“Please,” Beck said with a wink, “I insist.”

It was all he ever wanted. All he ever needed. Mack placed the cowboy hat atop his head and for the first time in his entire life, he felt complete. His journey to becoming a real cowboy was complete. Another rush of chemicals flooded his body as he kicked the side of his stallion, lurching forward and out towards the ever rising sun. There really was no place on Earth like the ranch. The sun, the heat, the men.

How could I have wanted to be anywhere else? Mack thought. And with that, he was out of sight.

T H E  E N D