==Epilogue==
Day one, afternoon:
Kellan was lounging nude on the sofa, one hand unconsciously playing with his nub, watching TV.
Pete and Tai had slipped into their respective thongs while cooking.
With the meal heating up on the stove, Tai tapped a pen against their list of priorities.
"We need new phones, too," said the buffest himbo, "but I'm wondering if one phone for us all is enough for a while, just to cut down on cost."
Kellan looked over. "We haven't even committed to becoming roommates for sure. I mean, none of our apartments has a second bedroom."
"I'm talking about the very near term. We can't even go out and get our own stuff. Nothing in Pete's wardrobe is going to fit your height or my frame."
Pete sighed. "Put clothes on the list, I guess. If we manage to sell pics online we can also create a wish list. Put up some gym shorts and tank tops and we'd solve the clothes problem."
Kellan groaned. "That's a big if. So far we successfully posted one silhouette pic. Nobody's convinced the account is really us. And can we talk about the name again?"
"Nope," Pete said with a smirk. "It's the Himbo Holes. We voted."
"You two did. I'm no hole, cocksucker."
Tai took a pan off the stove. "Top priority after dinner: find out what pics we can post. Make a wish list for clothes. Send Pete out to get toiletries and whatever shit from our apartments. And... quit our jobs."
Kellan sunk into a laying position. "Fuck. I only took that job to buy a nice car and the demon took my job, my car and my ability to fuck."
Pete chuckled. "You'll find there are other ways to have sex."
Kellan waved. "Fuck off, bottom."
Tai continued, "And we all agreed to keep our gym memberships if possible, or get new ones as soon as we have the money."
"Yeah," Kellan said and flexed his biceps, admiring their peaks. "Don't wanna lose these babes."
Pete spanked his own butt cheeks. "Don't wanna lose these babes either. Hehe."
Day one, late evening:
The three Himbo Holes stared at their account, Pete sitting in the desk chair, the other two looking over his shoulder.
They had been fairly honest, stating that the leaked videos had been taken without their consent but they were willing to take more for paying followers, just that they would start small and "a lot can happen over the months".
After hours of trial and error, they could admire their few successfully uploaded pics.
"I think I see some patterns," Pete said. "Our faces can't be visible, but the back of the head is okay as long as it's only down to the neck. Silhouettes work fine. Limbs without ink are fine. We can focus on feet I guess."
"And what's the pattern?" Tai asked, one hand on the smaller Asian's shoulder.
"Our tattoos are a problem. Except the ones on the chest. I wonder if that's because the nipple ring sigils act like a shield from magical effects."
Kellan touched his snakebites. "Let's try a close up of my lips and nose."
The pic did not corrupt upon upload. A pic of Kellan's eyes however did. Since Pete had an eyebrow ring, his eyes were allowed.
Pete, their media manager, scratched his mohawk. "So the piercings protect not only from the demon but also from the attorney's meddling. We can take chest pics even though the tats are clear identifiers."
Tai hugged Kellan from behind and playfully made fucking motions. "My hole pics didn't work but you've got a ring there, so..."
Kellan resisted the grip. "I don't want to be the one himbo who shows hole. Can't we take more silhouette wrestling pics? Those did well."
"Come on," Pete said, swiveling to face them. "We're the Himbo Holes-"
"Stupid name!"
"-We have to show hole. In fact, I'll make it the banner pic. Hehe."
"Fuck off."
Day one, night:
"Fuck, fuck me, oh fuck," whispered Pete. Or maybe Kellan. Or maybe even Tai himself had said it.
Pete's bed was hardly big enough to accommodate three monster-legged muscle boys, but what really kept them awake was the horniness.
Anytime skin rubbed on skin the himbos would inevitably start dry humping, flicking nipples and nibbling necks. It was impossible to cum with the cages, so there was no end to the pseudo-orgy.
"Fuck this," Kellan said, rising. "I'm sleeping on the sofa."
As soon as he was gone, Pete licked his fingers and started working his hole.
"Does that help?" Tai asked.
"Fuck yeah it does," said the hunk who'd been gay for a lot longer. "Actually, I have a couple of dildos. One's about the size of my dick, the other's about yours."
"Dips on the big one."
"Wow, you can't share with your boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend? You're just a hole."
Pete laughed, now two fingers knuckled deep. "So are you, buddy."
"Touché."
Ten minutes later a grumpy Kellan burst through the door. "Can't you be quiet in here. I'm-" He saw their lube glistening holes, pointed right at him under spread legs. Neither of the boys on the bed stopped dildo fucking. Kellan turned to leave. "Fucking faggots..."
Day two:
Tai was officially moved in with Pete, having been unable to get an extension. Now he owed three months' rent and still needed to move his stuff out.
Once he had sold a lot of his furniture as fast as he could, he returned `home' to Pete.
With Pete's hoodie reaching barely to his navel and sweatpants as tight as leggings, Tai was glad he got to peel himself the moment he came in the door.
"Tai, come here," Kellan said, sounding mad. "Tell Pete he's crazy."
Tai stepped into the living room and saw the other himbos – nude except for Kellan wearing his green thong – with Pete innocently sitting on the sofa.
"Crazy, how?"
Kellan gesture Pete to get up.
The smallest himbo sheepishly grinned and rose, a dildo slipping from his ass.
"Tell him he can't do that here," Kellan said. "In the bedroom only. I sleep on this sofa."
"You wouldn't have to," Pete said, "if you joined us on my mattress."
Kellan stepped up to the smaller guy, pressing their faces together. "Listen here you..."
Pete went on his tip toes and kissed the angry blond.
Kellan threw Pete onto the sofa and Tai rushed in, ready to defend Pete and...
Their struggle turned into an aggressive orgy with finger banging and dildo fucking. It was hot, sweaty, rough, sloppy and deeply sexually frustrating.
At least Kellan finally learned the value of getting his hole fingered. Reluctantly, he agreed to take some pics with his legs up and spread, hole getting stretched.
Day seven:
They slowly climbed out of their metaphorical hole, using their physical ones.
By now they had rent money. And almost enough to make it through the month. But if they wanted to eat well and keep the lights on they had to come up with another 150 dollar on the spot.
It turned into a blessing that people had figured out what city the Himbo Holes resided in.
Tai, in gifted baseball shorts and tank top, hadn't been able to resist an offer of 300 dollar for a private muscle worship session.
Being in chastity wasn't letting him keep his head clear so the lucky worshipper got his dick wet, too.
Tai came home a little more satisfied than when he had left and was surprised to hear fucking noises from the bedroom.
"What's going on?" he asked Kellan, who looked through three-bedroom apartments on the computer.
Kellan frowned. "Pete's got some big dicked kid over."
"Paid?"
"Don't think so." Kellan folded his arms. "So you've turned into a real bitch boy, huh? Gone full homo?"
Tai grinned. "I'm shocked you've survived the level of horniness without rubbing your prostate sore. I could take it up the ass for hours a day."
"Yeah, well I've got self-respect."
Tai could only roll his eyes. He stripped down to his gifted jockstrap and lubed up a butt plug.
Then he trained with the dumbbells they had rescued from Kellan's apartment.
"By the way," the blond hunk said as Tai did shrugs, "Thane's curse is lifting slowly. We managed to photograph Pete's entire lower half. Not mine, though. I'm guessing my calf tattoos are too easy to identify."
"Your assholes can compete for who gets to be the account's mascot."
"Fuck off."
Day seven, night:
"Hey, Tai," Pete said, acting as the big spoon, his metal nub resting on Tai's crack. "Have you seen the big dildo?"
"I didn't use it."
"Weird. At first I couldn't find the small one, then it was back in the drawer. Now the larger is missing."
"No clue," Tai said, grinning in the dark.
Day 10:
Kellan was nude all the time and had a dildo in his ass half the time. As soon as he came home from the gym, he stripped, lubed up, laid on the sofa and fucked himself until it was time for dinner.
Neither of the others said anything out loud, but Pete put some more dildos on the wish list.
Tai was annoyed by the hunk's constant self-fucking. Not because Kellan had been homophobic and insulting before, no, because Tai got super horny whenever his eyes fell on the shameless dildo user. A real nuisance.
With the protective charm slowly waning, they got some good pics out of Kellan's new hobby.
Day 14:
"Fuck yeah, fuck that ass," Kellan's voice shouted through the walls. "Rail me harder."
Tai and Pete met eyes before continuing their console game.
"How isn't he spent?" Pete asked.
"I guess with how pent up he was," Tai said, "five fucks in one day isn't a surprise."
"Are any of them paying?"
"I think the first two were, then he just looked for whoever was close."
"Fuuuck," Kellan shouted in the bedroom. "Smash my hole. Fucking rape that ass hard. I'm an anal fuck whore."
Pete grinned. "I hope if the charm has faded we can also upload videos taken currently."
"Why?"
Pete grinned even wider. "I may have forgotten to turn the camera off when I plugged it in for charging... in the bedroom."
Tai leaned over and kissed the shorter himbo. "It was time the jerk stopped being so uptight about taking it in the ass."
One month later:
"Here are the stats," Pete said, standing at the kitchen counter in their tiny three bedroom place – one room for Kellan, one for Pete and Tai, one as a filming studio.
"Our official `face reveal' was our most popular free post yet. You two doing oil wrestling was super popular, too."
Kellan interjected, "I'm not doing that again. Going up against someone twice my mass sucks."
Tai patted him on the shoulder. "You loved the punishment, though."
"As for paid content, our glute focused home workout slipped into second place. We got a massive surge with the `triple-himbo piss-wrestling' video. Apparently that one'll be our legacy."
Tai chuckled. "We can do more of that."
"Let's pace ourselves," Pete said, all business. "We had a lot of ideas for outdoor stuff. It's kind of how we started out, technically, so people keep asking for it. And honestly, I'd love to."
"Same here," Kellan said. "I'm so horny I could run through a mall naked and pissing and wouldn't even care. I'd do the whole demon king day again with pleasure if I got to jerk off my dick just once."
Tai shrugged. "I'm up for being punk anywhere. Grab the camera. And get hydrated."
Four months and one week later:
The cages had become removable with a loud click.
All it took to get rid of the nub was a twist, like opening a jar of pickles.
Kellan had been the first to slip his package through the rings and admire his mighty tool as it eagerly expanded.
Within one day they had filmed enough jerk off videos to please their fans for weeks.
Tai had missed cumming, but he had missed getting fucked by his himbo brothers more. Then again, he soon started to miss being so horny it turned his brain off.
Within days, he felt the need to try the chastity cage on again, just for fun.
He had gotten so used to the thong being flat on his crotch instead of having to handle a swaying package when he swaggered around nearly nude. He'd also gotten used to pissing with a few warm drops running past the cage down his ripped thighs. He missed the feeling.
Getting his dick back into the nub was a struggle but the moment he twisted it shut, some mechanism seemed to slot into his frenulum piercing. He couldn't undo it.
The cage had locked itself.
Tai panicked. It had only been a little test. He was nowhere near done with rubbing his dick out. He wanted to keep topping.
But the cage didn't budge. Was he locked for another four month? Or was it permanent without the attorney's instructions?
Well, was that really so bad?
Tai already felt a sliver of the amazing horniness he had masturbated away when unlocked.
The hunk stopped fiddling with the cage. He was fine staying locked – even if it was forever.
His right hand wandered to his hole while his left hand went up to his nipples. He spread his legs on instinct.
Tai had found what his new and improved body had been meant for all along. Everything about him was focused on the one all important asset. He loved to fuck, suck, lick and get drenched in piss.
He was the happiest himbo hole on the block and he wanted the whole world to know.
THE END
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