*** Seven Charges of Flex-Dance Power*** *** Chapter Five ***
With the plugs back up our asses it was a matter of a mere minute to fill our energy back up – in addition to the existing overcharge.
Makoto used his shot to create a new orb of light, while I used mine for a puddle of clairvoyance, like I had seen way back at the beginning of the night.
Meanwhile, Ivo updated our `counselor' about the situation.
We had landed in a creepy, old cemetery – overgrown with vines and crooked trees.
In my puddle of cum, we saw the faintly reflected outline of a boy, hanging face-down from dark prongs. The material looked like what Stalkers were made off, but it didn't move.
Thane let us know it was save to approach as long as we didn't touch it. I didn't intend to.
Focusing through my absurd level of horniness, I moved the image around until we saw more of the prison. Raja was in a crypt.
We walked around to find it and spotted the place without trouble. Even the gate to the interior wasn't locked.
Ivo pulled the iron gate open and revealed a stone room devoid of décor other than dozens of candles. Most had burned out but almost half were still burning, filling the space with hot, stuffy air.
Raja hung face-down from the ceiling, nearly covered with the black substance that ran along it and the upper walls.
He spotted us, eyes wide.
"Don't worry, buddy," Ivo said. "We're getting you out of there. Let's charge up, boys."
We flex-danced in the candle light. My legs were fairly weak by that point, trembling and almost spasming. There was little energy going past my ass when I lat spread or hit the abs-thigh pose. Even beating my chest like Ivo wasn't doing much.
Clearly we were all exhausted.
A sleeping dart hit the wall next to me.
"Fuck! Vampires!"
"Get down," Makoto shouted. "Let's run!"
Ivo instead pushed me away from the crypt. "No! Hold them off. We're getting Raja."
I spotted three shirtless guys with helmets and guns, extremely pale. One was reloading.
In the last possible moment I conjured my shield. Strings of white-yellow cum erupted in front of me and formed a protective barrier.
Looking behind me, I could spot the other two with their arms behind their head, thrusting their hips at the Stalker-like substance.
"Hwa!" shouted Ivo with his shots.
"Hng!" made Makoto every time a projectile left him.
Together they tore Raja's holdings to pieces.
My shield faded. Three shots hit at once and it just crumbled.
We would have been done at this point, had it not been for overcharge.
I accessed Ivo's energy inside me. The second shield went up. It deflected another hit of a sedative bullet.
Behind me I heard Raja escape the grasp of the dark stuff with a gentle drop. He mumbled something I couldn't make out.
My shield fell apart.
Before my third one went up, I was joined by Makoto. A bullet impacted just as I was done conjuring. The vampires had slowly closed in and were now surrounding us, slipping past my flat defensive screen.
The Japanese boy thrusted at the nearest one and hit it with multiple glowing projectiles. The vampire was flung backward, over a crooked grave stone.
"No more magic," Makoto said. "I'm fucking out and Ivo, too."
I panicked. "Then what do we do? I'll be out in a moment."
"Raja said he got so much fucking energy stored up he thinks he can try teleporting all of us. Thane said it will be fucking difficult."
"I bet."
There was no alternative. They were coming from three sides now, with the fallen over vampire already back on his feet.
Holding up the faltering shield, I was pulled backwards by the Asian muscle boy and we stumbled into the crypt.
I slammed into Ivo's chest where he held all our clothes and we got encircled by a single – albeit unusually thick – string of glow-cum.
We fell.
The vortex was less welcoming this time, pushing me around like a storm. We didn't get far, I could tell.
Our destination was no locus, we simply dropped out of the vortex when the magic ran dry.
For the first time, we were indoors after a teleport.
The light turned on. I found myself in a long, thin room with two desks, carpeted flooring and a lot of construction helmets.
It was a container office, right next to a currently abandoned construction site.
"We should probably not stay here," I said. "If they find us in here, they'll call the police."
Ivo cursed. His hands were empty. The teleport hadn't let us take any clothes with us. Not even the phone.
"Fuck this shit!" said Raja – our new addition. "I'm so fucking... Hey, do you smell that? Pizza?"
There was a stack of pizza boxes. The top one had writing on it: `From Thane to the magic boys'.
The counselor had also supplied a cheap phone. It would do.
Now I finally got a good look at Raja.
The brown skinned boy was tall and similarly thin muscled like me, but had a face as hot as hell. Maybe it was because I had `gained destiny' but he looked like a super model. Parted, plum lips, a button nose and pitch black irises.
He had lost all hair on his head, but had somehow kept scruff – a dense strip running from below his ears along his jaw. This eyebrows were straight and thick, with one slit through the right one and two slits through the other.
Raja's ass was bigger than it had any right to be on his slim body.
He turned around to face us as he grabbed a pizza box.
"Holy fucking shit," Raja said. "You're all beyond gorgeous. Wait... what am I saying?"
There was a red star on his shoulder, with smaller stars breaking off down his bicep. He had already `gained his destiny'. Maybe as the same time we had.
We devoured the food and contacted Thane. The counselor told us to stay put. There was a way to secure an area from attacks that four powerful boys together could probably pull off.
Each one of us took a corner of the room and we flex-danced to the flow of magic.
Raja's way of charging was different from ours. He moved in large, graceful, deliberate poses as if doing some special yoga.
The barrier spell was different from the shield spell – less flashy – but it was supposed to keep the Stalkers and vampires guessing as to where we had escaped to.
Then we just fell asleep. The night had taken its toll on all our bodies and despite the excitement we could not keep going.
Waking up was a strange affair. The oil – now mostly rubbed off – had prevented most of the carpet burn, but not all. And it was made worse by all the fucking we did.
It was strategic, you see. We couldn't go on without being overcharged – for safety. And therefore we had to cum three times each, one shot per hole to fill.
We walked out into the day as the sun hadn't even risen yet and stole a six pack of lukewarm energy drinks the construction workers had left behind on their previous shift.
"I need to fucking piss," said Makoto.
"Then piss," said Raja.
"Very fucking funny. I'm rock hard."
"Yeah," I said. "Me too. I mean, I also have to piss real bad but I'm also not getting soft. I'm so horny it feels like a high."
Ivo shrugged. "Maybe we should not have overcharged without knowing where we're headed. It was... how do you say? Foolhardy."
"We weren't thinking clear," I said. "We woke up too horny."
"Only got fucking worse," Makoto said.
Raja stretched and let his joints pop. "I think we need to get going. You heard Thane yesterday. The plan is to keep binding to loci till no Stalker is willing to go near us."
Our overcharged state hugely increased the force of orgasm, even if it didn't make the casting process quicker. We dropped into the white-gold swirls and came out the other side.
A back alley again, what a surprise.
We had a gift waiting. Thane had once more interfered with the teleport to tack on a red box. Inside we found Raja's collar and plug – he got a whole pack of lube to himself – and four bottles of oil.
Glistening in the light of the brightening sky, we felt out the area.
The locus was clearly in the building to our left.
Ivo flexed himself toward a spell. For the first time since gaining destiny, I had the necessary appreciation for his physique. When he flexed his legs, the separation of his thigh muscles became visible, begging to be tongue bathed with their shining gleam.
Every time Ivo lat spread or flexed his chest to pump up magic, my dick twitched cheerfully.
The best part was his face. I had never noticed how beautiful his chubby, constantly serious face was – juicy lips slightly ajar.
No, actually the best thing was his ass. Each flex made the glutes bounce, light reflecting off them like off a precious jewel.
The door's lock gave way under Ivo's magic cum and we slipped inside.
"This is a gallery," Raja said.
"No," Makoto said, "Those are just fucking posters. It's a theater."
"Hm," I made. "I think it's a dance studio, going by the posters' content."
We made it to the end of the corridor and glanced around the corner. A few people in casual clothes and a few families were strolling through a huge room. Various big art pieces stood around. A woman in a dress played a violin in the corner.
"We're far enough," I said. "I think we can do the bonding here."
Makoto pointed at an art installation close to us. It was a huge cube of white screens, lit from within. "I've always wondered what the fuck people like about performance art."
"That's not a performance," I said.
The Asian boy grinned. "Not yet."
He grabbed both me and Raja by the wrists and started running. Once we were in the main room, there really was no choice but to follow his lead. If we struggled we'd get stuck in the open for everyone to see.
The three of us ended up at the cube where Makoto pushed one side open and shoved us inside. Ivo had followed us. Once we four were in the cube, Makoto closed the `door'.
It was hot inside, since the lights took up the center and had clearly been shining for a while.
"Now," the Asian whispered, "we fucking perform."
He began his flex-dance. There was really no way to back out now.
From the outside it had to look like some sort of octopus. Eight legs and eight arms, wiggling and snapping into position. We had fun mixing it up for once, not statically taking in energy but making use of the cube's narrow inside.
We moved clockwise around the center lights at different paces, moving past each other. Our silhouettes on the white screen were blending into each other and breaking apart.
Eventually we bonded with the locus and went straight to teleporting, except the Croatian who was reading texts from Thane.
"Hey," Ivo whispered as he rejoined our dance. "Thane said he can prepare something for us. To make us more powerful."
"Did he say what?"
"Just that he'll interfere with the teleport again. Something about focusing energy in our bodies. Up from the legs. Something with the skin."
We all figured we'd trust our counselor on that. More power was always better.
I had spent barely half an hour with three overcharges inside me and had now cummed twice already. My horniness was blinding. As soon as the last orgasm had ebbed, it felt like I was right on the verge again.
Without knowing how many people watched us from the outside, we vanished through the ground, our silhouettes mysteriously disappearing. I wondered if anyone would dare to open the cube and look for a trap door.
I had expected a gift box. Instead Thane had added something to the vortex.
Gold and white swirls were broken apart by blue prongs poking me in the torso and face. It hurt enough to make me scream but that may have been mostly due to the surprise nature of this attack.
We arrived on a football field.
The `focus' supposed to draw energy into our torso was not something I had expected. Piercings.
They were not distributed equally among us. I wanted to figure out who got what, but Makoto interrupted my thoughts.
"Hey, that's my school."