==Chapter 9==
"Are you..." Pete asked upon approach.
"I'm the attorney, yes," said the man, not looking at him. "Tai is already on his way to the purification shrine. There isn't much time. Both of you, turn around."
The shimmering punks complied, hesitantly.
Kellan wiped drool off his chin. "There's a shrine at the mall?"
"It's a fridge at the back. I had to improvise."
"Hey, we're not judging," Kellan said, twisting his neck to look at the older man. "And in there we'll become demon free?"
"That's the plan," the attorney said and slapped leather wrist cuffs on Kellan – tying his arms in the small of his back.
Pete felt his arms getting grabbed and cuffed with tight, thick leather strips joined by a chain. He was looking ahead, controlling his breath. There were a lot of onlookers with their phones out.
"Man, they're all filming us," Pete complained.
The attorney sighed. "Nothing to worry about. I can make sure all important details are unrecognizable."
"Oh really," Kellan said, mockingly. "You're a wizard or something?"
"Or something," the man said and snapped thin leather collars around each boy with a practiced gesture.
"Can't we do this out of sight at the shrine-fridge?" Pete asked.
"It's at the back of the mall," the man said. He gagged Pete with a short dildo gag that made the gay hunk's eyes water as his throat got used to the intruder. "Can't drive there. It was hard enough to repurpose the fridge in the first place."
Kellan's gag gave him more trouble. The straight himbo was not only fighting the small dildo in his mouth but also wrestling his pride as he was turned into a cocksucker – albeit for a fake cock.
The attorney pushed them into position, making them face each other. Pete nodded at his frowning, angry friend.
"Legs apart," the man ordered. He stood to their side, shoving something hard, long and thick up both their asses.
Kellan whimper-shouted into his gag, drool flowing past the corners of his covered mouth. Pete's eyes rolled back into his head as the lubed dildo rubbed past his prostate.
They both pissed – right at each other's crotches – crossing streams.
The shiny demon vessels grunted with pain and – at least one of them – with pleasure as the dildos slipped into place.
The man in bespoke hooked ropes to the back of each collar. Pete expected them to get tied together but instead his rope was led down his back and fixed to his dildo as an anal hook, making sure the dildo could not slip out.
Lastly, Pete's dick got a slap. He looked down – thus tugging a bit on the anal hook – and saw that his crotch wore a ring with a ball stretcher. How had the attorney pulled the semi hard dick through this ring? Was he a penis mage?
Kellan got the same treatment. The straight guy protested into his gag, sweating more than previously.
"So," the attorney said, sounding satisfied. "Go through the mall. Get into the shrine. Wait until you're purified. You'll be able to tell. I'll leave some clothes out."
The humiliated, gagged, anally invaded, handcuffed athletic guys looked at each other. Slowly, they moved toward the mall.
The attorney sighed. "Would either of you move faster if you didn't have your dicks out for all the world to see?"
Kellan turned back, nodding heavily, then cringing as the nodding tugged on the anal hook. Pete bowed lightly.
The suited man grabbed some small items, like metal egg shells, from his jeep and gave their crotches a slap each.
Pete felt his semi hard dick retreat into a shape as tiny as under the coldest shower.
Glancing down he saw a dome on the cock ring, somehow containing what had just been a near erection. He was not only soft, he was turned into a nub.
"Once you're purified," the attorney said, conversationally, "the demon king's power will fade from you bit by bit. Don't worry if it's not instant."
Kellan screech-groaned into the gag as he realized he was now in a tiny chastity cage.
The attorney pushed them both to turn toward the mall and slapped their massive, shiny asses.
"Go, or I'll have to put you down before the transformation advances."
The two victims' eyes met one last time, then they raced full speed, wet sneakers scrubbing on asphalt.
Some filming people followed them, others were waiting in the mall, phones ready as if some other attraction had just rushed past them. Were they that close to Tai?
How could they get to the back of this building?
Unable to communicate with words or gestures, the two demonic victims speed walked next to each other, sometimes rubbing their shiny skin on each other as they avoided getting close to shocked or amused shoppers.
With the dildo pressuring Pete's insides, it was impossible to clench any longer. He let loose but regretted it instantly as the dick cage forced the stream into a wild spray.
Kellan jumped aside in shock as the droplets hit him but lost control of himself and activated his own spray.
With piss getting flung from their nubs like a windmill hose, the duo made it to the end of the mall's width. They had to choose a side to follow.
"Hmhhm hmmh," Kellan made and nodded at a sign. An emergency exit, past the toilets.
"Mmhhmh," Pete agreed.
They dashed around a couple of filming, giggling teenagers to reach the corridor's entrance.
No longer pissing, Pete slithered along the floor, sneakers squeaking. Kellan was ahead of him, his mighty, striated ass bouncing, his leg muscles shaking with every step.
Running past the toilets, Pete saw a mall worker mopping up huge puddles that lead to the emergency exit. Had Tai just come through here? He hadn't paid enough attention to the floor to be sure.
The poor cleaner gave them an amused look as they dashed past.
Kellan rammed his shoulder into the emergency door and the two himbos slowed down as they stumbled over uneven, broken up concrete. The door feel shut behind them.
Building equipment was lined along the rim of the soon-to-be parking lot. Stacks of materials rose around the demonic punk duo as they stepped into the sunshine that heightened their skin's shimmer.
And in the middle of it, unsubtle in its absurdity, was a lonely fridge, about 2'5'' wide on each side.
So this was it, Pete though. They'd be free soon.
"Hhmmhmh," he said, trying to smile through the gag, drool running from both corners of his mouth.
Kellan nodded, "Hhmh."
Pete flexed his ass to pump the dildo inside his hole and pissed freely. His spray went up to his chest, down to his calves and off to the sides like a burst-sprinkler. With his dildo working his insides, Pete was getting tiny piss-gasms with each pump.
Kellan did the same, visibly including the ass flexing. Had the straight hunk found pleasure in the assault on his hole after all?
With their hands cuffed behind their backs, the fridge handle was out of reach. Kellan turned around and pulled the door open with his tied hands.
A pissing Tai inside stared at them with wide eyes.
He was gorgeous in his incredibly mass and in how ruined he looked. His lean mass was even more impressive than Pete remembered, with flexed tension making the sparking muscle god look more fuckable than ever.
If Tai's dick hadn't been just as nub'd as Pete's, the gay himbo would have rubbed his face on the super-punk's crotch until he brought his idol to orgasm.
If the nudity, sweat, drool and chastity hadn't clued Tai in already, it wasn't hard to guess what the two new himbos were here for by the matching chest tattoos of a devil's face.
All three nodded hello at each other, then the newcomers stepped into the fridge with a heavily altered interior. Runes covered the walls, some carved, some drawn.
The fridge door felt closed behind Pete.
Sounds cozy, doesn't it?
We're finally caught up and ready to fuck them over one more time.