A man enters the cells, the building shaking as he steps forward. A few moments passing before the man enters Nate's view. The man stand's well above 6' tall, he's basically a giant covered in muscle.
But little is left to the imagination for this man, his only attire is a loincloth that does nothing to hide his member. Thick, long, and seeming to be partly erect. Nate drags his eyes away from this man’s tool, examining the rest of him. His chest, firm and chiselled. A clear coating of brown hairs covering his torso. Nate looks elsewhere and sees more hair. His arms hairy, his legs hairy, even his head. Sporting a full and wild beard which looks like it's never been groomed.
The giant of a man stretches as he walks past Nate's cell. His arms lifting as Nate sees his hairy pits, then breathes in his wild stench. The scent of sweat hitting Nate's nose as the man's smell takes over the room. It's rugged and dominant, seeming to block out all other scents. Nate quickly covers his nose, the stench too much for him, the prisoners around seeming to do the same.
Nate watches the man walk up and down the cells a few times. His arms lifting at set moments as more of his scent enters the room. The prisoners try to keep the smell out, but eventually one of them seems to lose it. Darin, opposite of Nate stops blocking his nose as he yells out. "OI! YOU STINK, STOP FUCKING SPREADING THAT STENCH!"
The man stops, then begins to slowly walk to Darin's cell. Nate stares at Darin, worried that this man will hurt him, but those worries quickly fade as his heart sinks. Darin seems... odd, for a second Nate is unsure of what it is, but realisation quickly sets in as he sees Darin's face become flushed red. Darin grabbing his member as he begins to tug at it, shouting once again. "F-fuck, that's a good smell..." Darin shakes his head, trying to clear his mind as his hand continues to stroke his own dick. "What're you doing to me!"
The man gives a deep and hearty laugh as he stops in front of Darin's cell. "I'm making some new brothers." Darin seems to be in a partial haze. His body and mind at war, yet his body seeming to win. His hand moving up and down his member, and his feet walking him to the cell door. Darin is only separated from this man by the cell bars, yet even they quickly disappear. The man unlocking the cell door as Darin walks up to him, then presses against his chest.
Nate stares in confusion and disgust as Darin seems completely lost. Darin beginning to feel the man, sniffing him, groping him, all the while he strokes his own dick. The man seems to quickly return the favour, one hand roaming Darin's body, the other stroking his own dick. It doesn't take long for Darin's roams to intensify with lust, his mouth connecting with the man’s pecs and arms. Darin seeming to try to smell and drink the man’s musk and sweat.
The two are locked together as they both groan and grunt. Nate forced to watch the display... and forced to notice what occurs during it. Darin's body seems to change before Nate's own eyes. Darin was always a hairy man, but that hair seems to grow even further. His pecs, his arms, his legs... all parts of him gain a fine coating of dense hairs. With that growth comes further change, Darin's red hair begins to lose colour, then darken. Nate noticing that Darin's hair seems to quickly match the colour of his wild partner.
The two men seem to be approaching their limit, but they show no signs of stopping. Darin looks up at his partner, the man hunching over to match Darin's height as the two embrace each other in a kiss. Though as their lips lock, Darin seems to grow. His body becoming bulkier and taller, Darin becoming a beast of a man in seconds until the two men stand at the same height. Darin lifts his arms into the air as Nate notices his bushy pits, and his new stench. Another scent now trying to enter Nate's nose, smelling like the first mans, but with a noticeably scent of ale.
The two men break their kiss as the captor puts his hand on Darin's head. Darin kneels, as the captor stops stroking his member and holds it still. Darin grinning as he moves his lips to meet the captor’s member.
"One little dose of this, and we'll be brothers."
Darin's cock weakly shoots its own load, staining the floor as the man begins to thrust into Darin's mouth. Darin holding against the ground as he remains firm, the man using him as nothing more than a hole. It only takes a few thrusts before the man seems to reach his limit. His yells filling the room as his seed is drained into Darin. His dick roughly exiting as he stares straight at Darin. Nate sees Darin remain prone, his mouth full of seed as he seems to struggle. Once again, a resistance inside him, something telling him to remain defiant. But Nate can only see that defiance leave him as Darin's eyes lock onto the captors. Darin swallowing the man’s seed, then standing next to him. Darin laughs.
"Fuck, thanks for that bro."
Nate looks at Darin, who is now proudly standing beside their captor. Signs of Darin still seem to remain, he has retained his tattoos, his short hair is unchanged in style, Nate even sees signs of him in his cocky grin. Yet that is all that seems to remain, the rest of Darin is fully altered. Resembling the man besides him now, Darin is a giant of a man covered in muscles and brown hair. Even his dick seems to match his partners, long, thick, and semi-erect.
The captor looks at Darin briefly, grinning, before he turns his attention to the other prisoners. "Captives, I am the bandit king. I wish to start a family, full of strong brothers." The bandit king pats Darin on the back. "You will all become my brothers, just as this man has joined my family." The two men begin to roam the cells once again, their eyes seeming to scout for any signs of weakness. "Now come, embrace us!"