*** The Apprentice ***
Ace was ready to close up when a late customer arrived.
The Chinese kid wasn't particularly remarkable except for the earrings that had jewelry dangling off it.
Ace's senses told him the boy was called Niu and had not been led into the Jockhole by any special problem. A generic customer.
"What can I do for you?"
"I was just going to look around."
"I know what you need. Try this thong. Red is going to look good on you."
Niu wandered toward the changing booth, but not without looking at the other shelves on the way.
He spent a good minute in the cabin until Ace got impatient and tore the curtain aside.
The boy in a red thong had not turned into a shredded jock. He hadn't turned at all.
Instead he screeched for a split second before catching himself. "Hey, you can't barge in here."
"Um," Ace was baffled. "This thong's gotta be broken. Just wait here a second, Niu."
"Wh-what? How do you know my name?"
Ace stood there with his mouth open. Then he understood and a grin grew on his face.
"Well Niu, I think you're one of us."
"Huh?"
"A reality bender. Have you ever done it? Changed the world a little? Like magic?"
"M-maybe?" Niu's eyes widened. "Yes?"
"You can learn to get much better at it. Full control over... whatever your specialty turns out to be. And good range of many other abilities." Ace ran his fingers through his hair, turning it magenta.
Niu gasped lightly.
Ace put all his focus into body-shaping and his decent physique expanded into a shredded, almost Monster-hole worthy mass.
Niu flinched back, eyes wide.
The shopkeeper nodded. "I'm nowhere near the top of the power ladder. I can give you a taste for what is possible though. The Jockhole is run by reality benders. You just need to let the change happen."
The teen looked back at the mirror and exhaled hard.
His body rivaled any statue of a greek god. His smooth, evenly ochre skin lay lean on a broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted frame with delicate muscles rippling underneath gently suggested lightning bolt veins.
"Holy Fuck."
Ace leaned in. "Do you want to be taller, shorter, thicker, thinner, buffer, slimmer? The Jockhole got you covered. I can show you how to turn back, of course."
"Thanks, but I'm good," Niu said and let his hands wander across the brickhouse eight pack and up over his popping pecs and dark nipples.
"But uh..." the boy added. "Why does it say Jockhole on my neck now?"
Ace reached out and casually wiped the letters away. A trivial bit of magic. "Do you want to learn more? You can join us."
"And... sell thongs?"
"Or shoes, hehe. Or you go into R&D and make up new products. Or you run a gym, a bathhouse, a vacation resort, a brothel, a club. I think there's even guy running a grocery store for some reason. What else? A library, a space ship... We have some eccentrics among us."
"So reality benders are actually common?"
"Not at all. You're highly special. But we're a decently tight community. Any questions right now?"
"Uh... do you have clothes that make smaller changes? I mean, bigger but... like..."
Ace smiled and threw some socks at the boy. Hesitant, Niu put the low cut socks with up arrows on and gasped as his thong was suddenly much more filled out. His dick and balls should have about doubled in size.
They walked to the register and Ace grabbed three cards from a drawer.
"Here's the Jockhole HQ's card, in case you want to check in and apply. If you want a mentor instead of figuring reality bending out for yourself, here's a card for the Institute."
"The Institute?"
"A place for us to train and develop. Build by folk much more powerful than me. It can be a single small room or a sprawling complex. Whatever is needed. Just check it out tomorrow."
"And the third card?"
Ace winked. "There's a bar where we reality benders meet up on Saturdays and chit-chat."
"I... I'm not old enough for a bar," the slim jock said.
"Don't worry about that. Our bartender is a great guy. Gets you exactly as drunk as you need to be to have the most fun. Zero hangover. Or you try any other substance. There are no consequences for us unless we want them."
Niu slowly shook his head in disbelieve. "Wait, there's no contact data on any of these."
Ace chuckled. "Any door leads to those places as long as you have the card and want to go there. Well, it only works during opening hours, obviously."
The teen frowned. "That sounds a bit... farfetched."
Ace grabbed him by the shoulder and led him to the store exit. The man opened the door and they stepped... into an apartment.
The place was an open floorplan, two story loft. A massive glass wall overlooked the city.
"Holy fuck," Niu said again.
Ace gestured at the sparse furniture, which included four free standing super-king-sized beds distributed across the place. "One of my roommates has space-shaping as specialty. He creates all the Jockhole locations."
Niu took in the view. Much of the space was taken up by stages, stripper poles and...
One bed was occupied. More interesting than the nude teen in it were the four men around it. On either side of the bed were two hunks with their faces fully covered by hoods. Each man wore nothing but a black chastity device on his nub, a metal collar and huge nipple rings.
"That's a different roommate," Ace said. "His specialty is permanent mind alterations. He's in Jockhole R&D, but he's almost never here. I didn't expect him to bring some slaves over. Shocked?"
"Uh..." Niu made. "Are they... mind controlled?"
"Nah," Ace said. "Well... yeah, sort of. They want to serve him. But there not having their thoughts messed with – they simply are like that now."
"But... that's wrong."
Ace shrugged. "Honestly, a lot of subs are perfectly willing to be turned onto fuck drones once you flash some magic. Certain men just like worshipping a superior being, especially when you can throw in a brand new body."
"Okay... that makes a lot more sense."
The shopkeeper vanished his clothes and stepped up to a tiled area bigger than most people's living rooms. Showerheads activated at a wave of his hand.
Niu still stood by the door, trying to keep his hardened dick casually covered.
"If this is all a bit fast," Ace said, "you can come by the shop again or check out the Institute. The door leads out."
Niu opened the door and saw the street in front of the Jockhole.
"But my clothes," the boy said. "I can't walk around like this!"
"Sure you can," Ace said and stepped into the hot water stream. "People only notice when you let them. It's an exercise in perception bending."
The boy left. He was probably going to fail bending perceptions all the way home. Maybe he'd realize he could use any door to get straight into his room with some distance-bending.
*** Clearance ***
There was absolutely no free space in the store. It had gotten too crammed.
Ace had no idea where to put the shelf for the training gloves that gave people the urge to train and made them follow the orders on the tag as long as they were exercise related.
Which was a shame because he liked those gloves. The newest batch came with a wide variety of pre-written tags.
His roommate didn't have time to expand the space and Ace didn't want to try himself on space-shaping.
He had to clear out old merchandize.
The man grabbed a bottomless box that never got heavy regardless of what he put in. It was all Jockhole HQ had given him upon request to deal with the space problem.
He filled it with everything he had too many of.
Before leaving, Ace stripped off his clothes and slipped into a Fuckhole Jockstrap as teal as his hair.
He used the Jockhole's door as a gateway to a bathhouse.
Amid the naked or towel-wearing men, the vendor dropped off twenty black thongs with a sign simply saying "free".
He waited until someone – an old, bald guy – tried on a thong, then made eye contact with the resulting buff jock teen. Ace and the jockified guy headed into a secluded cabin and Ace got his hole filled with virile teen dick.
By the time he left the cabin, ass raw, all thongs had been taken. Half the bathhouse population was now transformed.
He left behind a dozen Mighty-I stringer tops and left through a door.
His next destination was a beach.
A hundred men and woman were laying on towels in the sand, getting fried.
Ace conjured the biggest perception bend he could manage and walked along rows in search of single man. Every male who wasn't bound to a woman got one item out of the box.
For half the "customers" Ace vanished their clothing and left a Fuckhole Jockstrap behind.
The other half got a Bullhole cap – but only medium gray to white.
This left their bodies untransformed, so he also gifted each man and boy a Twinkhole or Monsterhole headband.
When he ran out of those items, Ace watched the combinations of desperately fucking couples between perfectly unconcerned sunbathers.
There were Twinks being rammed in the ass by sex obsessed muscle beasts, there were anal craving bodybuilders getting hammered by slender babyfaced boys and there were little orgies of four or six.
The perception block would slowly dissipate and the fuckers would have to retreat one by one until all the sex was hidden enough for reality to bend around it without great force.
Ace reached into the box. What else had he taken with him that fit a beach?
He withdrew about thirty towels – white with a red dot and the J-Prime label in the corner.
Walking the way back, he donated towels to everybody who was excessively drenched in sweat.
Leaving behind the crowd of mostly Japanese fuckers, Ace escaped through a door.
He entered a gay club.
Techno was blasting. Lights were flashing. Stripers were at the poles.
Ace walked onto the stage, in front of the strippers, and started throwing K-Power, Made in China and Alpha-T thongs. Even though he was only supposed to clear old inventory, he had added a few of the new Ultra-Hun jockstraps.
Clothe-bending was second nature to Ace. He vanished the pants and underwear of anyone hit by his gifts and the dancing men struggled to get dressed quickly with what they had.
The Ultra-Hun straps worked as advertised and added Mongolian hunks and jocks to the mix.
The sea of pantless Asian teen muscle grew until Ace was out of merch, leaving a handful of guys unchanged, but happy to be surrounded by images of pure sexiness.
Half the thongs were torpedo cut, growing the owners package by a third to a half the original. The other thongs were micro cut, causing shrinkage.
Ace made his way through the ocean of beauty and handed each transformed guy an item. For the small dicked ones, he had Painhole leather bracelets, the big dicked ones got Powerhole snapbacks, of which the store had received way too many.
He grabbed a random Chinese hunk and looked him in the eyes. They retreated into the bathroom and Ace got his hole savaged by a man who was completely unlike his previous self.
Whoever the stranger had been before, now he was a dominant, youthful, charismatic Asian superman.
Out in the club, tops and bottoms found each other. The shopkeeper created a lot of marriages that night.
Once his ass was filled with teen juice, Ace left the stall and used another stalls door as gateway back to the bathhouse.
In the spot where he had given out free thongs, he dropped another bundle of Jockhole's finest. This time he added Painhole anal plugs and a single razor.
Men arrived, took a thong, tried it and were changed. Then they thought about taking a plug but realized they already wore one.
Ace saw the plugs vanish steadily.
Somehow the razor was special. The vendor didn't know why but it did its work without getting taken like the other items. Maybe some much more powerful bender had made it.
The men who hadn't gotten jockified the first time around, now had their chance – at the price of becoming pain-craving subs.
They also got to "use" the razor to become fully smooth and have their hair redesigned – undercuts, buzzed top, shaved, mohawks, fancy patterns. Anything was possible.
Ace moved back into the club and grabbed a bag from the box.
He waded through the endless sea of athletes and bodybuilders who made out with each other – their ripped, naked legs rubbing against each other.
Ace stepped on stage and yelled, "Yo!" before tossing the bag's content into the crowd.
As the little metal pieces came down, they vanished one by one, leaving a hundred hunks to wonder when exactly they had gotten piercings.
Earlobes, nipples, belly buttons, eye brows, tongue, lips, noses were decorated here and there, with some hunk getting none and some getting multiple.
The making out and dancing continued.
To finish of his rounds, Ace moved onto an all-boys school.
He walked into the cafeteria where boys were loudly having lunch.
Using his keen mindbending sense, he got a feeling for which boys were the rowdiest and which the nicest.
As the bell rang, he took his place at the exit to the corridor and handed out thongs.
Each boy was fully convinced that he was about to have PE and needed to change into his uniform. The students practically tore off their pants.
Within five minutes the hallways were flush with slender, shy twinks – formally rowdy boys – and shredded supersized bodybuilders flexing their naked legs in the neon light.
Despite their covered torsos, Twinkhole and Monsterhole tattoos were visible on many of the teens.
Of course there had been relatively few truly "bad" boys, so many of the perfectly nice ones had also received Twinkhole thongs.
With his box nearly empty, Ace walked along the forest of lower body teen meat and doled out K-Power headbands. Whenever a twink or teen superman put his band on, he let out a slight gasp at the sudden influx of horniness.
Finally, Ace reached the end of his supply, having only another ten Powerhole snapbacks left.
He slapped them on twinks and bodybuilders equally, mostly the ones turned into Koreans.
Then it was time for a quick return to the Jockhole to drop off the bottomless box.
He'd have to do a few more clearance runs before he could resume normal business again. Too much stuff.
All Ace wanted to finish the day was a buzz.
He opened the door and stepped into the `bender bar'.
The place looked exactly like a regular - if expensive - bar, aside from the view out the windows. The `bender bar' hovered at cloud level over a major city. A different one every week, but always at night time.
Ace saw some of his friends in a corner booth and started walking over, but he was approached by Niu.
The Asian teen jock still wore only his red thong.
Fair enough, Ace himself was only in a Fuckhole jockstrap. The man clothe-bent a tank top and cargo shorts onto himself.
"Hey there," Ace said.
"Hi Ace," Niu said, happily. "Your friends told me your name. But I'm also learning mindbending so I can read names out of brains."
"Good progress. Have you done anything exciting yet?"
Niu radiated happiness. "I got distance-bending down. I jumped over to that tropical resort that's run by a will-bender. The one where sex is, like, ten times more intense. And where each room has half a dozen slaves to use."
"Let me guess. You spent all day fulfilling your fantasies. When I was a teen and found out about that place I was there for a month."
Niu smiled and shrugged. "You need a reservation, though. They let me try for a few hours and kicked me out."
Ace chuckled. "Oh, I guess they changed that. Haven't been there since 50 years ago. Reality benders can learn to intensify fucking and orgasms on their own, so we're not the ones who need that resort."
"Wait y-you're fifty years old?"
Ace only grinned. They moved onto a table. Drinks were already waiting. A huge beer for Ace and a multicolored sugar-rimmed cocktail for the younger one.
"So, Niu, what did you do with the rest of your time?"
"I went to school in this thong and kept people from noticing. Then I got a bit carried away with power and... I may or may not have fucked two classmates in the lunchbreak. And... the quarterback blew me during history class."
"That must have taken some concentration."
Niu chuckled. "I think the teacher sort of noticed, but I kept the perception block up well enough. Um... I also checked out the Jockhole HQ and they let me pick some..." He blushed. "Is it bad that I put those new chastity cages on all three boys?"
"Not at all," Ace said with a smirk. "Did you turn the tube cover clockwise a few times? Each turn makes the boy feel like he's been in chastity for a week already."
"I know," Niu said. "I only turned it for the quarterback."
"How many times?"
"A lot. A loooot."
Ace nodded. "He'll be all the talk in the lockerroom. And what else?"
"After school I went straight to the bar here to check the place out.
"What do you think?"
"It's amazing. The bartender showed me how to make this drink - with reality shaping, I mean. Creating objects from nothing is super fucking hard. I can't imagine making a whole apartment like your roommate did. Next I want to learn how to tie effects to objects."
"You've got a mentor?"
"I was at the Institute," Niu said. "I've only gotten started but this is all so exciting. I'm not sure if I want to run a Jockhole or make items."
"Have you figured out your specialty yet?" Ace asked and took a long sip.
"We think it's mind related. Something like your friend with the slaves. Or like what the command E-Z-Grow gloves do. Yeah, I went over your inventory at the HQ. But I need to start small – alter more perceptions."
Ace grinned. "So if I opened a gateway from, say, a gay club to my apartment, you could get a hundred men with naked, shredded legs streaming over and continue partying there?"
"Um..."
"With a little assistance from me and my roommates."
"Oh, yeah probably. Sounds like a lot, but I'm super eager to try changing the perception of a huge crowd."
Ace's grin broadened. "I'm happy to help you practice. Let me grab my buddies from the table over there."
Niu waited gladly, overflowing with excitement and horniness.
His story was only just beginning.
And this one comes to a close.
*** THE END ***
Which Jockhole sub-label is your favorite? To own or to gift?
Twinkhole, Jockhole, Monsterhole, Painhole, Fuckhole, Bullhole, Powerhole? J-Prime, K-Power, Alpha-T, Mighty-I, Ultra-Hun, Made in China or neither?
Or do you just want a pair of socks?
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