Knowing what his tastes really turned toward, Paul moved and entered the door on the right. As soon as he stepped through, three things happened. First, Paul relaxed entirely, feeling comfortable being around all the men in the room that were either completely clothed or in some stage of being naked. Second, Paul knew that he was going to get a piece of tail... especially with some of the hottest guys there staring at him, especially the very burly bartender. Third, Paul felt a bit strange, but he didn't want to stop and take time to figure out what it was. As Paul walked through the opening in the furniture, he felt his clothes starting to constrict against his now larger and buffer body. Paul tried to ignore it, wanting only to get to the bartender and talk with him. Paul knew that he could have any guy in there, but his sights were set on the bartender in front of him.
As Paul reached the bar, he felt a sudden pain course through his body in one massive surge, which made him fall forward while grasping the metal bar attached to the bar counter. When it was over as quick as it had began, Paul composed himself and smiled at the bartender who was wiping a glass dry with a white towel. Catching Paul's advances, the bartender stopped what he was doing and approached Paul.
"Hey there sexy! You must be a new patron to Moonstruck, since I haven't seen you around here before."
Paul just nodded while taking all of this guy in. His muscles were massive and hulking forms of flesh. His chest was shaved, but with a couple days growth left, which Paul found to be sexier than a forest of hair. His forearms and hands however had a thicker coating of hair on them, which was a rich chestnut brown that made his nice tan seem a bit darker. His face was hard and seemingly chiseled from a slab of marble or granite, but his jawline made his face warm and supple, as if to give a person two very different messages. He kept a small line of hair that traveled down from his sideburns, along his jaw to his chin connecting to a thicker goatee and mustache. He also had deep blue eyes that drew someone's sight right to them. He also kept his hair short with just enough to style in a messy spiked look.
Seeing that Paul was lost in a trance-like state, the bartender snapped his meaty fingers in front of Paul's face, bringing him back to the rest of the world. "Glad to see you back with us there bud. The name's Brandon." He finished with a toothy smile that showed off his rather sharp incisors.
"Nice to meet you Brandon! My name is Paul."
"Well... welcome to the gay side of Moonstruck! Since I'm sure that this is your first time here, I'd like to lay down just a couple rules. The first of which is that you can have every guy in here to do what you want with... including me!" Brandon paused with a very sly grin, then continued. "Nothing is off limits with us, but the fun doesn't begin till the moon is up in the sky."
"Oh... why is that?"
"Since you are new to all of this, or so it seems... I'll let you in on something. When the moon is in the sky, that is when the club is bathed in the light of the moon. When that happens, the doors to the outside seal and then everyone can do what they want in here. That also means I don't have to serve booze anymore and I can join in the fun too."
"Well... at the moment, you are the only guy in here that I am even remotely interested in, so I guess I get to wait. So... how much longer do I have to wait there Brandon?"
"Oh, it shouldn't be too much longer since the moon is just starting to crest and be visible through that skylight right there." Brandon finished while pointing up at the skylight.
Paul just looked up to the ceiling, seeing the slight bit of light from the rising moon pour into the room. Suddenly, Paul felt another surge of pain rack through his body while grasping the bar again.
Brandon just chuckled and showed off his now slightly longer top fangs which just began to poke through the line of his lips. "Yeah... I remember my first time too, it hurts like a mother fucker, but then you learn to embrace it. Once you do that, your pain turns to immense pleasure!"
"What the fuck are you talking about Brandon? I do not have any idea of what is happening!"
At that moment, Paul could taste a rather metallic tinged fluid filling his mouth. Instinctively knowing to swallow, Paul cleared his mouth and wiped his teeth. The first thing was that Paul noticed his incisors were not only longer, but sharper too. The second thing, the thing that scared him the most, was that the fluid on his finger was blood... his blood.