==Chapter 11==
The three himbos were no longer glistening, drooling or forced to piss but they looked no less humiliated.
Pete in the pink thong had taken the lead as they rounded the mall's exterior, while Kellan in green and Tai in orange kept falling behind each other to take in the view of each other's asses, which were not only spectacular by themselves but fully emphasized by the shape of their hourglass bodies.
Tai knew exactly how the other formerly straight guy felt. The sight of ultra fuckable, beefy hunks gave him a level of horniness that was dizzying in intensity.
If he hadn't been nub'd he'd have railed at least one of the asses before him by now. Or perhaps he'd rather sink his dick between a boy's lips. Or maybe just rub their bodies together till they both cummed, screaming moans into each other's skin.
"Do we go back into the parking lot?" Pete asked.
Tai was torn out of his fantasies of throat fucking Kellan. "Ugh, I can't see the attorney's jeep from here."
"It was over there," Kellan said. "He's gone. Fucking seriously? He left us hanging?"
Standing on packed dirt outside the lot, they discussed options. Tai wanted to go home and so did Pete. But they felt too self-conscious to be seen in public in their current state. Pete lived closest, so they planned to go to his place together where Tai could borrow clothes.
Kellan had other plans. He wanted to get his money back from Mike.
"I dunno," Pete said. "You'll only get into more trouble."
"Come on, you pissy cocksuckers," the blond himbo said, rolling his eyes. "If we go together we have a chance. I can't pay my fucking rent if I don't."
"Good point," Tai said. "I'm hosed if my account stays like that. We should see if Mike is willing to talk."
"Fuck that," Kellan said. "I'll sucker punch that motherfucker in the throat."
Tai chuckled. "We'll discuss the details."
They swaggered toward the main road's sidewalk, their obscene tattoos now even more obvious than when their skin had been shiny.
"Let's do both," the shortest muscle punk said. "Mike's place isn't too much of a detour from my apartment."
They walked toward the nearest tram stop, willing to risk the drive without a ticket.
There was a lot to talk about but the trio walked in silence, only glancing at each other's athletic torsos and bodybuilder-worthy lower bodies.
Of course there were inevitable glances at the thongs and crotches – easily the natural focus of attention.
Every one of them was oozing precum, leaving a small but obvious wet spot on the tip of their nubs.
"Penny for your thoughts," Pete eventually said.
Kellan threw his hands up in defeat. "You're the hottest things I've ever seen. There, I said it." He faced Pete. "If I'd seen the world through faggot eyes earlies I'd have raped your ass when I had the chance. Man, I need to get that cage off my dick, it's driving me nuts."
Tai shrugged. "At least it keeps us from sporting boners in public. I had enough of that today. I'd be rock hard anytime one of you is in front of me, jiggling those glutes."
The blond himbo ran his fingers through his mohawk as he chuckled. "Same here, man. But what's the original homo thinking?"
Pete swallowed. "Well, since my mind hasn't changed from what I can tell, I guess I'm starting to think more clearly about the future." He gestured at his neck where `FUCK' was written repeatedly in a tattoo all the way around. "How am I gonna hide this shit?"
Tai looked down on his own arms – the FUCK ring around his biceps and the cock and balls stamp on his forearm. If he could jerk off he'd probably clear his head enough to be horrified at those.
But there was something else...
"I've got to piss," Tai announced. "But, like, the normal kind."
"Me too."
"Me three."
There wasn't a convenient hiding spot nearby. After some deliberation, the three himbos stood wide-legged behind a van that shielded them from pedestrians but left them exposed to passing cars.
"Man, I'm afraid to wet my thong," Pete said. "If I hold the holes on the dick cage closed except one, do you think..."
Kellan looked left and right. "Fuck it. I'm not running around with a wet speedo."
He slipped the thong all the way down his legs, stepped out and threw it over his demonically broadened shoulder. Then he pissed, holding most holes around the nub shut.
His stream went mostly forward with a few drops running down his flexed, lean legs.
Tai and Pete imitated him, stripping fully before aiming normal amounts of piss at the ground, only a few drops slipping past the cage and down their striated thighs.
Redressed, they continued to the tram station, wet spots of precum slightly bigger.
To their pleasant surprise the tram ride passed without issues. People gave them more space and, after first clearly staring, avoided looking at the trio just as blatantly thereafter.
It gave Tai an odd sort of confidence. Being a muscular, dangerous looking savage with perverse body mods while next to naked filled his mind with an urge to play to role - get loud and obnoxious, punk out, fuck shit up. Especially with two companions by his side.
He caught himself grinning as he stared out the window, dreaming of man on man orgies for the first time in his life.
The three himbos arrived at their station and got off, strangely giddy. They had made it through an adventure and bonded in crazy ways.
Flicking each other's nipples, they teased each other and raced along the sidewalks without a care.
Tai grinned wide and wiped a string of saliva from his chin.
Wait...
No!
His expression froze as he saw Pete drooling from a faltering smile. There was no mistaking this. It was all happening again.
"We..." Kellan started, tried to swallow, then let drool run from his snakebites. "Fuck. We have to get to Mike."
They dashed off toward number 20, but only made it to 40 before their piss pain forced them to slow down.
Tai breathed deeply as if he had stiches, and cupped his crotch with both hands. The piss pain was just as bad as ever. It felt like his bladder was knifing the organs above it. "Not again. I... I can't hold it."
"This hurts so bad," Pete whined. "Why aren't we free?"
There weren't too many pedestrians around but somebody would walk by before they were done. No changing that.
"Can we hide somewhere?" Tai asked. "There's people coming from both directions." He took a sharp breath. "Is there a shop or something with a toilet?"
The urge won out.
"Fuck this," Pete said and pulled on his hem. "I'm going here."
With panicked, trembling motions, the three punk jocks slipped out of their thongs and let loose in the middle of the sidewalk, facing each other.
The sprinkler hoses that were their caged dicks exploded with piss to all sides, up the cut abs and down the massive thighs. Three little rivers formed from piss that dripped off their cages or ran past their sneakers.
The piss-gasm shivers were intense, making Tai's eyes water. He bit his lower lip, letting drool run from his snakebites, and whimpered.
After ten seconds of hosing themselves, the pain was manageable but the streams didn't lessen.
"Keep moving," Kellan said and balled up his thong in his fist.
They changed the side of the road to avoid running into the nearest pedestrians, still pissing ahead of themselves.
Pete groaned. "Can we stop? It's so uncomfortable."
"No," Kellan said and grabbed Pete by the wrist. "Keep going."
Tai shivered from head to toe. "These little piss-gasms are making me even hornier."
He ran his fingers along his abs and pecs, through gentle streams of piss flickering upward from the cage.
"Almost there," Kellan said and dragged Pete with him to the previous side of the road again, avoiding a group of adults.
They finally stopped pissing, only a few drops running from their nubs, as they walked around the bend of number 20/1.
"Uh, guys?" Tai said.
There was no basement door. The rest of the building's outside looked a bit different, too, grungier and ill-maintained with dumpsters and hedge trimming piles all over the place.
"It's here, right?" Kellan asked. He slipped back into his speedo, as did the other.
"I'm not going crazy," Tai said. "It's the right place. Everything else here is the same."
"Fuck," Pete said, drooling onto his striated pecs.
"Hey!" Kellan said, holding up one hand. "Hear that?"
The faint ringing of a phone came from the piles of overflowing garbage bags. The himbos kicked the bags apart to find the source.
Tai found a blinking flip phone on the ground. He exchanged a glance with the others before answering.
"Hello?"
"Thane here."
"Oh thank fuck!" Tai said and put the phone on speaker. "You've got to help us, Thane. The Oni is back."
"Don't worry," said the supernatural consultant. "The demon king is extremely powerful but it hasn't repossessed you. You're drained of its energy."
"Then why are we drooling and pissing again?"
"The curses you suffered are still in place, only inactive. They'd have fallen apart within days. But it seems like this demon is trying to reenter you and causing some havoc."
"Help?"
Thane was quiet for a moment. "All you have to do is plug the relevant hole for a bit. That'll be all. I can make sure you get the equipment. Where are you headed?"
Tai exchanged looks with his friends. "Pete's place."
"It'll be there. If you feel demonic energy entering you anywhere, plug that hole."
Kellan took the phone from Tai. "Hey Thane, how long are we gonna have to wear these chastity devises?"
"Oh, right. They are made to stick around for months before vanishing. I'll tell my boss to unlock them right now."
Kellan sighed with relieve. "Oh fuck yes. Can't wait till the king cobra can breathe again. Hehe."
"Any other concerns?"
Pete leaned over. "I know the attorney said he'll take care to censor the pics and videos made at the mall. But I think we got snapped a bunch even after the purification. In the tram, on the road..."
Thane mumbled to someone on his end. "Best I can do for you is place a charm that protects you from being exposed from here on forward. It'll last a month so this whole thing can die down."
"Appreciated. Thanks."
After making plans for another minute, the trio ended the call and headed off to Pete's apartment.
Tai was optimistic. It was only a little piss pain. He'd gotten through that enough times today. Everything was taken care of.
It was over.
It's really over. The end.
Kidding.
Let's fuck with them one last time as a victory lap.