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Bolin found himself once again on a trolley heading to the uptown district. There were a couple of water tribe guys on the trolley that looked to be headed in the same direction based on their outfits. As was the fashion with gay water tribe men on a night out, they opted for longer tunics that went down to just above the knee rather than only to their waist so that they didn't need pants. The tunic was tied in such a way to show more bare chest while allowing for the minimum amount of modesty required by republic city's public decency laws from the waist down. Depending on their movement however you could see their fundoshi if you were paying attention while they moved.
Not that Bolin was one to talk at the moment. He earned more than a few stares in his getup today.
See Bolin was in need of a few Yuans at the moment. It was off season for Pro-bending, and Varrick hadn't put out a mover in a while. Bolin still needed to make ends meet and he couldn't pay for water tribe noodles with his good looks.
Well... at least not so directly.
Bolin decided the best way to make money for the time being was working as a go-go boy at Rockhard for a few nights. It was good money, especially for him. There was always plenty of tippers for Bolin. Especially in his Nuktuk outfit.
So Bolin was riding the trolley wearing some open chested fur pelts and a water tribe-inspired skirt cloth wrapped around his waist. He also had a thick blue tribal garter tied around his right thigh, though this wasn't part of the original costume, he added it for utility while working. He didn't opt for underwear today given his destination and gig. But Bolin wasn't exactly used to only wearing a skirt though. His outfit wasn't illegal per se, so long as he was careful. However, he had managed to forget earlier on the ride that he was supposed to be careful about his posture. He had been comfortably sitting with his legs crossed for a few stops. Until he noticed the guys headed to the uptown district sitting across from him staring.
One of them had a visible tent while the other tried to subtly tighten his fundoshi to hide his own hard-on. Bolin chuckled and gave his package a quick tug before moving to a more -modest- position.
The trolley continued its journey and reached Bolin's stop. Him, the two water tribe guys got off the stop.
"Are you going anywhere in particular tonight in that outfit?" One of them asked
"I'm showing off at Rockhard's tonight boys" Bolin said flirtatiously.
He lifted the back of his skirt cloth a little to give his round buttcheek a scratch as he walked away, knowing the water tribe boys were watching him flash them. He made his way to his gig. He popped into an alleyway where there was a lone muscular earthbender. Above the doorway was a carved metal sign backlit by glowing green crystals.
Rockhard
The bouncer greeted Bolin like an old friend
"Happy to see you, you dancing tonight?"
"And some other things too" Bolin chuckled.
The bouncer held the door open for him as he walked into the club.
The club was dimly lit by the soft green crystal light. The night was still early and there weren't a lot of patrons yet, though there were a number of paid performers already placed around the venue. Rockhard had a number of rooms some were large intended for crowds and different shows while other rooms were meant for more intimate performances. There weren't many rules in this place.
In the main area there was a large band performing on stage with a dance floor in front of them. The club also ran speakers through the venue so the music permeated everywhere regardless if you were near the band or not.
Near the walls every few feet were raised stone podiums of various sizes and perfectly metalbent vertical poles. These were for the number of muscled go-go boys Rockhard was famous for. The club paid the boys to show up, it was up to you how you spent the time there, so long as you were on the premises and performing in some capacity for the customers.
Some opted to dance, others to strip, some boys opted to wear nothing at all. But pretty much all of them were willing to take requests or perform favors for a good tip.
Bolin posted himself in the main area on one of the podiums. He left his outfit on, for now at least. A lot of the patrons loved the fantasy of seeing Nuktuk showing off for them, others were more interested in Bolin the Mover-star or Bolin the Pro-bender. So as long as he was scantily clad, flexed his big arms his fans were happy. The podium also gave the advantage of rewarding anyone wanting a closer look to peek under Bolin's skirt cloth.
Bolin began to dance to the lively music. He wasn't a great dancer, but then again it's not like the patrons were there to see Bolin or the other himbo's impeccable rhythm. So Bolin flexed, gyrated, and grinded for all the people as they came.
The tips came in, most people gave him a yuan or two and just wanted a quick grope of his chest or arms. One lean firebender gave him 15 yuans to bury his face in Bolin's hairy armpit. A cute stocky earthbender gave him 30 to reach under his skirt cloth. He gave Bolin's balls a quick rub before tugging up and down on his shaft for a few seconds.
The guy walked away only to return 15 minutes later with another 30 yuans asking Bolin to teabag him. Bolin accepted the request and tucked the yuans into his thigh garter. He lifted up his skirt cloth so the other patrons got a good show too. The guy laid his head back over the podium and Bolin squatted and grinder rubbing himself on the guys face. His low hanging balls rested and covered the patrons eyes. Since the guy was cute Bolin didn't mind that his dick head seemed to disappear in the guys mouth for just a second on one of his thrusts across his face.
Bolin stood up straight and let his skirt cloth fall back down. The stocky earthbender seemed in a daze and muttered "thanks Bolin" with a goofy smile as he walked away. A sizeable bulge was showing in the boys trousers as he walked away. A few other patrons came up and tipped Bolin for the show. He had to call one of the club attendees to store some of his tips as the cash was now covering most of Bolin's thick muscular thigh.
He probably had enough for his rent already.
The club was much more full than it had been when he first arrived. Like all of the other gay bars in the uptown district, clothing was optional. So now that the night was in full swing and drinks had been poured, many of the patrons had shed some of their clothing. Some had only lost a shirt like the firebender with the armpit fetish. Others were in various types of underwear Bolin noticed the two watertribesman from earlier walking around in only their fundoshi and getting a lot of attention. Some of the patrons and some of the dancers by now had shed all of their clothes.
Bolin handed the club attendant his fur pelt his bare muscular pecs were now on full display. He also retied his skirt cloth to be looser. Rather than mostly covering him he made it so a slit went all the way to the knot he tied. With every movement his leg was fully visible and his large cock would flop out on occasion. This brought even more attention from the crowd of patrons.
The tips kept coming and with them a number of favors. A muscular watertribesman Bolin recognized as a regular of freshwater approached Bolin. He was completely nude. He had a rippling brown chest and beefy arms. His chest hair made a thick trail down his abdomen before ending just above his girthy cock. He gave Bolin a sizable tip.
"How about you get down from there and grind on my lap mister mover-star" he said hungrily.
Bolin hopped down flashing everyone in the vicinity. He then turned and earthbent the stone podium into a seat for him. The tribesmen sat down dick at attention. Bolin sat down on him and began to rub his ass on the patron. The man's squeezed Bolin's cheeks together. His dick grazed against Bolin's hole over and over again.
Many men had gathered to watch the show most of them openly jacking off.
"I've got a few more bills if you let me stick it in." The muscular tribesmen said
"You're the chief right now sir" Bolin said.
A friend of the tribesman tossed him a bottle of oil. He tucked a few more large bills in Bolin's garter then began lubing his dick and Bolin's hole with the oil. Thanks to being a regular with Kenu, Bolin never had any trouble with a patron. Even not one like this girthy man. His dick slid into Bolin's hole and Bolin began to bounce up and down.
It felt so good being filled. He made a point not to hold his moans back. The crowd watched in excitement. Even the tribesmen was moaning loudly. One patron came loudly in front of Bolin and it sprayed Bolin's leg. Bolin kept bouncing and using this man. His cock began oozing drops of precum as his ass took a beating. Another patron came and shot his load over his own chest. With a loud grunt, the tribesman gave a hard and deep thrust, Bolin squeezed against him as he felt the tribesman's dick surge and throb. He deposited rope after rope of cum inside Bolin.
Just as Bolin went to stand, he noticed two very handsome faces. They flagged him down and Bolin made his way over.
It was the Beifong twins, Wing and Wei. Both of them were nude except for the silver cuffs that accentuated their biceps and silver cockrings holding them at attention.
"That was quite the performance Bolin!" Wei shouted over the music still blushing.
Wei had always had the biggest crush on Bolin, though Wing wasn't exactly indifferent towards him either.
"How about we steal you for the night" Wing said.
Of course, being Beifongs the twins were rich. Wei made an exaggerated show of producing a large wad of cash, pulling Bolin's skirt cloth to the side (though it was hardly in the way) and tucking the comically large stack of bills into Bolin's garter.
"And lose the clothes" Wing added
Bolin grabbed his cash and skirt cloth and gave them to the nearest attendant.
Many heads turned as Bolin made his way through the club, gawking at the celebrity. The twins stopped him before he made it to the completely private rooms.
"Here is fine" they said.
Though this room was less crowded than the main hall there were still a handful of people around watching the nude trio.
"We do like -some- attention" Wing said.
With that, Wing earthbent a small square stone bench out of the ground. Bolin took his cue and sat down. The bench was low enough that Bolin's head was in line with the twins waists.
The Beifong twins stood before him more erect than they had been. Bolin got to work sucking their dicks. The patrons in the room were all watching the show. Their dicks were long and uncut, though not as thick as the tribesman Bolin took earlier. They were truly identical in every way as they shared the same dick size, though Bolin did notice that the thick vein running across the top of their meat had a slightly different pattern on each of them. He bobbed up and down their cocks taking them deep down his throat until his nose nestled into their neatly trimmed dark pubes.
Without warning, Wei stepped back, pulling himself out of Bolin's mouth. With a quick stomp and a quick hand motion Bolin felt the stone bench bounce him up as it grew in size and changed shape. The bench shifted underneath him. It was now higher up and rather than being flat and square, the stone bench was now a bit lower in the middle while the ends curved up slightly before rounding off down.
"This should be comfortable for the next position." Wei said
"Bend over the side Bolin" Wing said.
Bolin bent over the bench. The curve gave his hips just enough of a curve to give Wing easy access to Bolin's sloppy hole. His face was also back in front of Wei's cock.
The twins began to work on Bolin simultaneously from either end. Wing's cock had no trouble sliding into Bolin thanks to both the tribesman's lube and cum. Bolin moaned into Wei's dick as Wing pounded him mercilessly. With every thrust Bolin was pushed forward. His mouth going deep over Wei's shaft and Bolin's dick hitting the bench leaving a string of precum after each pump.
The patrons stood against the wall watching. Some were openly masturbating while others just stood mesmerized watching Republic City's biggest celebrity getting used by the richest twins in the former Earth Kingdom.
"Let's see how limber you can be" Wing said pulling out of Bolin leaving his hole slightly gaped. With a hand motion he metalbent his silver cockring off of himself manipulating the metal into a different shape. At first he bent the metal into a thin pipe shape and shoved it inside Bolin, whose mouth was still being occupied by Wei.
After entering sufficiently deep, Wing began to bend the metal again, now turning the pipe into thick hollow plug. At first it merely conformed to the slightly gaped shape of Bolin's asshole. With a hand motion, Wing expanded the hollow metal plug wider.
Bolin felt the slight stretch and couldn't help but moan at the metals growth. His cock twitched, getting a bit harder than it had been.
Wing grabbed Bolin's cock and began to tease it. Bolin continued working on Wei's cock. The patrons grew even more interested and some new arrivals began to watch what now became a sex bending show.
With another hand movement Wing stretched the metal plug wider. Still massaging and rubbing Bolin's dick. The hole in the plug was now wider than Wing's dick, though he stuck it in and out every few seconds if only to hammer Bolin's prostate every so often. Wing enjoyed it because every time he did another small spurt of precum would leak out of Bolin and into Wing's hand. Wei loved the sound of Bolin moaning around his dick.
Wing made another movement stretching Bolin even wider.
"Ahhhh-" Bolin yelped pulling back from Wei. Wing felt Bolin twitch in his hands. Bolin's hole was now easily opened twice as wide as Wing's dick, which was exactly what he wanted.
"I think he's just about ready" Wing said to his brother. Wei pulled his dick out of Bolin's mouth, slick with precum and Bolin's saliva.
Without warning Wing bounced the bench sending Bolin to his feet. He left the plug still spreading Bolin and some of the lucky patrons could see well into Bolin.
Wei bent the bench again, this time into a new shape. This bench was very long and only went up to the height of Bolin's knees.
"This is our favorite way to get off" Wei said.
They both laid down face up on the bench with their heads at opposite ends of the bench. Then interlocked their legs with each other and scooted as close to each other as possible. Their round hanging balls were in complete contact with each other. Wing reached down taking both of their dicks into his hand massaging the mixture of saliva, lube, and what was left of the tribesman's cum evenly over both of them.
"You're going to take both of us at once." He ordered Bolin.
Wing flicked his wrist and the metal plug inside Bolin flew out with a `schlick' to become a silver bracelet on his wrist.
Bolin lifted his leg over the twins facing Wing. Wing held himself and his brother together as Bolin lowered himself onto them.
The plug definitely did its job. Bolin wondered how many guys the twins had done this on. The thought made his dick twitch. He lowered down and felt one head slide easily into him. He lowered himself more and the other pushed at his entrance for a second before squeezing and forcing its way inside Bolin. He squatted deeper and deeper until he felt himself bottom out on the twins muscular thighs.
He began to bounce up and down. He locked eyes with Wing.
More patrons had noticed the show going on. And the room was now crowded with a huge number of horny men watching as Bolin bounced on the twins. Bolin began to jack himself off as he bounced up and down. The twins began to moan loudly.
Most of the patrons were nude or exposed now. Some had opted to jack each other off, others were masturbating alone, though everyone's eyes were on Bolin and the twins.
Bolin heard the occasional moan and gasp from the crowd, another member among them cum too soon for the climax.
Bolin bounced his stretched ass harder and harder on the twins still staring into Wing's eyes. He bounced and grinder until Wei grunted and announced "I'm gonna- CUM"
Bolin felt his meat throb inside him. Wing felt the hot cum drip and cover his dick inside Bolin lubing him up further.
Bolin jacked off harder. More voyeurs in the crowd came. Bolin's eyes still stared into Wing's.
Wing began to thrust harder into Bolin. Bolin's hole became a bit looser now that Wei's dick had began to soften a little. A few well aimed thrusts hit Bolin's prostate over and over. This sent him over the edge without warning.
Bolin shot his load hitting Wing in the face with his first two shots. The third covered his pecs, and the fourth sprayed his abs.
This was too much for both Wing and the crowd. The room was now loud with the moans of many men as they had began to cum at Bolin's climax. Wing threw his head back and cummed harder than he ever had inside of Bolin, giving him his third load of the night.
With a few last pumps, Wing laid back sweaty and panting.
Bolin stood up, cum dripping down his asscheeks out of his loose wet asshole. He bent down and kissed Wing.
"I'd definitely like to do more with you whenever you're free, we should grab dinner sometime" Bolin told him.
Wing's face flushed at the attention, though he had just pumped Bolin full of his load, he still had an almost childlike crush on him.
Bolin walked away, already patrons were approaching him with more Yuans to lick the cum off of Bolin, a few patrons even approached Wing and Wei to do the same to them. They turned down the patrons money but let them clean them off anyways.
After getting thoroughly tongue bathed and handing another large deposit to the club attendant, Bolin made his way back to his podium to dance and flex for the rest of the night for the patrons who hadn't been worn out from his last performance.