*** Seven Charges of Flex-Dance Power*** *** Chapter Seven ***
I woke up hanging from my feet like a sleeping bat. Presumably bats were a lot more contented with this position.
Someone had cleared me off oil, maybe even given me a full shower. The vampires must have been really annoyed by that substance.
My feet were covered with the black stuff Stalkers were made from. It reached down to my knees, keeping me hanging. My arms hung down my sides with my hands stuck to the ground in the same solid black goo.
Ivo hung right next to me, then there was Makoto and finally Raja. They were also just waking up.
The space was an old chapel with the windows painted black. The only light came from innumerable candles along the floor.
"Hey," Raja said. "We're limp."
I looked up at my crotch, even though I could feel he was right. My dick had gone soft.
"I can't feel my legs," Ivo complained. "Man, I really need to piss."
So did I. There were two bottles worth of liquid inside me, desperate to come out.
It didn't take long until all four of us pissed. With no control over the direction, our streams simply shot down our torsos and right into our faces.
I tried wiggling out of the way but all I accomplished was making it splash on my chest, just to run along my face anyway.
"Hey!" Ivo said. "It's glowing. There's magic in the piss, too."
"Not a lot, though," Raja said. "I pissed myself when they tied me up in the crypt and noticed the glow, but it accomplishes nothing."
I wasn't ready to give up. "Maybe we can make it a teleport spot. Look, the streams are combining. Some of us had overcharges still stored up, right? That's got to count for something."
We focused, but there was no way to reach the ground so we couldn't fall through the vortex anyway. No magic happened.
"Wait," I said. "Let's try a clairvoyance puddle. That's an easy spell right?"
"What do we want to see?" Raja asked. "If the Vampires are coming back yet?"
"No," Makoto said. "Let's call Thane."
I didn't know if the puddle could do that, but if we had one last hope it was Thane.
A face materialized in the puddle, too faint and blurry to make out details.
"Boys? Is that you?" asked the far away voice of the same man we knew from the phone.
"Yeah!" Ivo shouted. "We're using our last charge to call you. Please say you can help."
"Fantastic," Thane replied. "I think I can get you out. You've bounded with so many loci, I'm frankly surprised the vampires even dare approach you."
Makoto grunted. "How do we get the fuck out?"
"Magic will give you a ride," Thane said. "Once you're free of the vampiric shackles, I can pull you toward me. Just follow the flow."
I wondered, "But how do we get out of the shackles?"
"Now that we can communicate, magic from the loci should already be streaming your way and..."
His voice faded. The puddle went dark.
Steps approached. There were five vampires, shirtless ones. They followed a guy with a long coat and a helmet. His coat was open, showing his extremely pale skin from collar to crotch.
"Ah, you have awoken," his deep voice said under the visor. "Let me make one thing clear. This is no regular vampire lair. No amount of power is going to deter me from hunting you, so don't even bother trying to escape. For I am no ordinary vampire. I am most ancient necro-lord Barnabas."
"La-di-fucking-da," Makoto said. "I'm a level 90 night elf but you don't hear me bragging."
Barnabas chuckled. "It will bring me many days of joy to blood-torture you all. Number 7, bring the ritual dagger."
I jolted and I saw the other boys flinch, too. Magic was crashing into us. It had to come from below so it met my arms and head first and ran up through my chest.
Suddenly, I was desperate to touch my nipples again. The sensation was an electric rush of waves filling me up to the hip. The flow had trouble passing my crotch.
A switch was flipped inside my head and the horniness returned with a force that made me wiggle and whimper. I heard Ivo huff and watched his beefy body shudder.
"Oh yes," said the necro-lord. "Tremble before my terrifying might. It won't save you but whoever can beg the most pity-worthy will be tortured the least, maybe."
Magic fought its way into my thighs. I had a feeling the naval dumbbell really helped. Makoto started mumbling in Japanese and whipped back and forth.
My dick hardened with every heartbeat.
"Who shall suffer first? I will make you chose, feisty one." The master vampire pointed at Makoto. "Will you offer yourself?"
"F-fuck..." Makoto said. "Fuck you and... uh... this whole... uh-uh... uh vampire thing you... uhhhh."
"Wait," the necro-lord said. "What is happening? No, it can't be... You have no outsider helping you. I made sure the attorney is busy with-"
Ivo screamed, or rather moaned at top volume. Makoto's mumblings reached a crescendo. I was ready to burst.
In the end, Raja was first. The handsome boy's dick seemed to detonate in a spray of light.
I soon followed, shaken by an orgasm that made it hard to land as the black shackles on my arms and legs were torn apart.
We dropped clumsily onto the cool stone floor.
"What now?" Ivo yelled.
Still dizzy from cumming so hard, I couldn't even stay upright. I felt like I was constantly being pulled to the left. Wait...
"This way," I said. "There's some... magic thing here."
We ran away from Barnabas who had been knocked back but was already recovering.
I ran toward a wall. Steps before smacking into it, I dropped into the swirling vortex of white-gold streams.
My hands instinctively on my nipples, I landed with shaky knees. We were in a dollar store. People turned toward us and stared.
"This way," Raja said. "The pull's at the end of the store."
Not knowing if the vampires had a way of pursuing – or sending an army of Stalkers – we kept going.
Ivo grabbed a baseball cap and put it on while running. Makoto stopped in front of two amused boys and hip thrusted at them. I dragged him farther.
We four kids – and Ivo's stolen cap – fell into another vortex and came out in a factory.
Cans rolled along conveyer belts. There were a dozen burly men, assembling a machine.
"This way," Raja said.
I followed him, turned back and saw Makoto dancing with his ass toward the workers, most of whom were not amused. One stepped forward and – against my worries – spanked the Japanese boy with a grin.
We made it to the next teleport spot behind a huge tank and dropped into... a police station.
Right away, I grabbed Makoto by the wrist, even if it meant letting go of my nipples for now. We really had to keep going.
The four of us raced through the puzzled men in uniform and made it to a door leading into an empty office. As soon as I had slammed the door shut behind us, the vortex grabbed us again.
Finally we were dropped off in an outside area in a city.
"Over there," Raja said. "It's faint. Let's go."
The path to the next spot led across a busy town square. I was the last one in our line of running, nude, hard dicked boys.
Passing by three older men who looked at us with a strange hunger, I decided to flash my hole real quick. Why was only Makoto allowed to have fun?
"Come on, sir," I said. "Just a quick spank."
One of them complied eagerly, smacked my ass, and I raced off.
We jumped into a side allay and were whisked away again.
This time we landed in an office. A tall man in a suit waited at his desk, reclined and with his feet up.
"Finally," he said. There was no magic pull. We had arrived.
"Counselor Thane?" Raja asked.
"Exactly. Now that you're here, let me oversee you boys when you cast the protective spell. One of you in every corner of the room, chop chop."
We did as he had told us, flex-dancing with all the adrenaline in our bodies. I stood in one corner and flexed my ass. The navel piercing made it easy for energy to get up my legs so I had to work those less, instead moving my hips in slow circles.
Lat spreading and chest pumping was a task I gladly did with my nipple rings dangling happily.
Like I had seen Raja do, I used my arms consistently, more dancing my way in and out of poses than hitting them. This pumped magic up all the way into my arms and made the overall flow stronger.
I cummed in a most-muscular pose, groaning hard.
Once the barrier stood, we assembled in front of the counselor again.
"Well, I think we did it," Thane said. "The vampires are probably giving up by now."
"Actually," Raja said, "Barnabas the necro-lord told us he'll keep hunting."
"A necro-lord? Oh, wow. That's bad. Way past my paygrade. I'll have to ask the attorney what to do."
Thane hurried out of the room.
Suddenly, Makoto hugged me from behind and humped by ass crack. "Still so fucking horny," he whispered.
"I know, but we have to stay clear-headed. We're being hunted."
Ivo shrugged. "I'd be a lot more clear-headed if I got to cum a few times. Man, I can't wait until this is over and we can fuck the whole day. Just cumming cumming cumming."
"Yeah," Makoto said. "Despite all the bad fucking consequences magic had... orgasming almost makes it the fuck worth it."
Thane came back with a smile. "So here's the plan. We need a permanent solution. Something that will make the vampires stop wanting you. Luckily, there's a way to block your usefulness to them."
"Block?" I asked. "Are you going to cut us off from the flow?"
"No, I'm not sure that's possible at all. So, do you want to stop being hunted?"
"Yeah."
"Then follow me. It's time for an ice bath. And one last spell."
See you next time for the adventures of the Flex-dance Star Power Strike Force.