*** Hotter ***
The gym hadn't been around for long, so a few features were still missing.
Niu marveled at the latest addition.
Ianis was one of Ace's roommates. The man had the appearance of a twenty-something jock with brown skin and green eyes. His muscles rippled under his crop top and his legs swelled to immense size as he crouched.
Such a statuesque body would usually have made Niu automatically cum, but he was getting better at looking past the perfection of fellow benders.
The only hair on Ianis' body was the pink mop on top of his head, his black eye brows and the pubes spilling provocatively over the permanently open zipper of Ianis' tight mini-shorts.
"Should do it," the reality bending muscle hunk said. "Remember to turn it off when you're gone."
"Will do, sir," Niu said and watched as Ianis stepped through the staff door, teleporting into Ace's apartment.
Time to turn up the heat.
Niu looked over the dozen boys and men in the gym at the moment. Training alone, ignoring each other.
The teen flipped the thermostat's dial to 1.
He felt a rush of warmth wash over him. All over the gym, men stepped a bit closer together. A Monsterhole trio was doing barbell curls in unison, admiring each other's arms. A duo of Japanese jock boys walked to the rope pull machine together, one supporting the other's form from behind. An Indonesian jock played spotter for a twink doing bench presses.
Someone entered from the staff door. Had Ianis forgotten something?
No, the arrival was an Asian or Native American boy a bit taller than Niu, who looked so beautiful it made Niu feel sexually ravenous.
The boy was sort of buff, but mostly from having a broad, edgy face on a fairly twink-ish body with just enough definition and mass to make everything stand out against each other.
He had small nipple rings and a subtle septum ring. His hair was black and in a mohawk that led into a long braid. All he wore was a white half-thong – the kind held up by a strap only on one side.
"Hey, I'm Axel."
"Uh," Niu made. He was struck with lust. "I'm uh... Hi, I'm Niu."
"Ace told me you might need help keeping the floor clean."
Ah! Everything about Axel screamed perfection in a way unusual even for benders. He had to be the guy known for meticulousness, whatever that meant. No wonder his body and face were over-designed.
"Actually," Niu said, "I have two willing boys come by every evening, who lick the place clean after their training session."
Axel raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that a little gross, still? With saliva everywhere?"
"I guess I could use help. I just had Ianis install this thing here."
Niu ticked the thermostat up to 2. The heat rose and most shirts were dropped. The Japanese rope pullers switched position with the one on the back now feeling up his shirtless buddy, skin on skin. The bench press spotter stepped forward a little, his growing dick now hovering over the twink's face, no longer covered by a tank top.
Axel stood legs wide apart and said, "I can make it so the floor doesn't get gross. If you want enough lickable stuff left at the end of the day, I can arrange that."
"I guess if it's easy enough. I like having the two Dongs over."
"Are you planning on making them your first slaves? Ace mentioned you have a mind focus. I'm quite jealous, I can't do much more than create perception fields."
Niu shrugged. "I'm getting better. Personally I'm jealous of types like you who can alter their surroundings. But now that you mentioned slaves, I really want some. Aren't they a responsibility though? Everyone acts like they're no big deal."
He clicked the dial up to 3 while Axel casually spread his arms to work his bender magic.
A tan twunk returned from the cardio section and tore his shirt off – not that it made him sweat less – before burying his face in the ass of a Monsterhole as if no one were watching.
The two adjacent Monsterholes still pumped their arms but now stood back to back, making as much skin contact as possible while lifting. The first hunk on the rope pulling machine still worked out but the one behind him now fondled his nipples.
There was no more bench pressing. The twink's face was covered by the jock half-sitting on it with his legs spread to give easy rim access. The brown jock took a sip of Hydrator and pissed all over his rimming buddy. The piss flowed to the ground but didn't stick around – as if evaporating instantly.
"Done," Axel said. "Now, do you want tips on enslavement from someone who can't do much mind trickery?"
"I'd love hearing more," Niu said. "I'm still trying to make more bender friends."
"First thing to know is that there's a contract designed by the Masters. If you get a non-bender to sign it, he will be erased from his former life. He'll be all yours with no ties back."
"Woah. And I can just, like, hand that to anyone to sign?"
"Technically. But even a mind alterer like you can't always keep full control of a slave so you should pick someone willing, like a deeply submissive man who lost everything. But... honestly, it's easier to find someone who vaguely matches your wishes and use tools like the Jockhole stuff to turn him into what you want."
Someone new entered the gym – a regular. He headed straight for the locker room, unaware that the rimming and sensual moaning in the space was unusual.
Niu's heart raced. "Ace doesn't have slaves, though. Is there a disadvantage? Only one of his roomates-"
"He's had plenty of slaves," Axel interrupted. "He just handed them over into the general pool of slaves that work for benders behind the curtains. You know what? I should just show you."
"Okay." Niu was excited.
"I'll be back in a minute."
Axel left through the staff door to teleport off and the happy gym owner turned the thermostat to max.
The Japanese guys on the ropes were the first to fuck, already lined up. As soon as the guy in the back entered the one in front, they both cummed. The front man shot his cum strings past his thong and onto the weights, while the back man's shots went up his buddy's ass and slowly dripped past the intruding dick.
Just because they had cummed, didn't mean they stopped.
The Indonesian jock getting rimmed, stepped back and pulled his dick free – he had taken the shredded cock supplement – and put his vein rippling dick onto the twink's tongue. He took a long gulp of Hydrator and made the smaller boy's mouth overflow until the twink made gargling noises. Then he shoved the tool in and face fucked.
The three Monsterholes had a bit of a problem. They all had borrowed the belt at some point, giving them permanent, tiny cages together with the sensation of having worn them for months already.
This left the guy from the cardio area to do all the fucking.
Niu didn't even notice two newcomers until he heard the whipping.
Two boys, straight from the Jockhole, had taken position by the pull-up bars, with one clad in Painhole gear grabbing onto the bar and doing the exercise, while the one with a Powerhole snapback whipped his ass.
The Powerhole jock, like all Powerhole jocks, looked like he had the confidence of a boy with the biggest dick in the world. Niu walked over and handed him a free supplement trial to give him a more powerful "tool".
Then the gym owner stood in the corner where he could keep an eye on everything and jerked off. He liked watching. Usually he would have finished by sinking his dick into someone but he approached orgasm to fast.
Just as he splashed on the floor, Axel returned.
The fellow bender looked a bit taken aback by the spread out orgy.
"Wow, I was gone for ten minutes. This thermostat is impressive. Ready to check out my place?"
"Sure," Niu said. "Just got to close up."
He gave the thermostat a flick, switching it back to 0.
Boys and men across the gym hurried away from each other, blushing in embarrassment. The Monsterhole crew fell apart and put their shirts back on as if it were protective armor from an immanent attack.
The Japanese hunks with cum strings down to their shoes – now realizing they were strangers - repeatedly bowed to each other in apology as if they had merely bumped into each other.
The Painhole boy kept going, but the Powerhole jock was no longer comfortable whipping his boyfriend in a public gym.
Only the bent press duo kept fucking, because the brown hunk was currently shooting his load – into the mouth of a twink whose mind was no longer kept complacent by the thermostat. The boy struggled but couldn't do anything except swallow.
As the gym goers hurried to the locker room, the two benders followed.
"There's going to be a jam at the shower," Niu said with a grin. "Might turn that thing up to max again just for ten seconds."
*** The Truth About Axel ***
Stepping through the staff door let them go directly to Axel's apartment's anteroom. Axel knocked on a sliding door to announce his arrival and opened for Niu.
It was a long open floorplan loft with a window front showing some Asian city at night far below. The place was just as bright, clean and expensively furnished as Ace's but had "only" one story instead of three.
Right after the entrance was a lounge area, where a fully nude slave twunk knelt on all fours.
"We have a guest," Axel announced and the slave looked up.
He was an identical copy of Axel in every way, safe for the chastity cage and a ball gag, kept in place by no visible mechanism.
The silenced, chaste version of Axel crawled over to the two benders but Axel said, "No wardrobe needed."
As the slave crawled back to the sofa, Axel said, "That's Footstool. He was the first. He was sixty and desperate when I found him, and he loves the job. Isn't that right, Footstool?"
The slave rose just enough to nod heavily and – as far as the gag allowed – grinned.
"Come on," Axel said and walked past a dinner table that could have sat ten people on each side.
Along the wall was a kitchen. Behind a big kitchen island were two more slaves, standing at attention. One wore a red thong and a headband with puppy ears, the other a blue thong and kitten ears. Otherwise they were identical to their owner.
"They all look like you," Niu said.
Axel was all smiles. "You could say I have a type. You two, back to work."
"Yes, sir," said the puppy and the kitten in unison before they returned to fooling around with dough, more playing than working.
"Those two," Axel said, "were a couple at my school, back when that was still unthinkable. Luckily I got to them before anything too bad happened to them. And luckily, they're both subs."
"Back when... how old are you?"
Axel just winked. "Now they live here and make fresh food, among other duties."
They made it into a second lounge area. Footstool had followed them and served as his namesake when Axel dropped into a soft chair.
At the end of the loft was a raised platform full of mattresses with one immense bed in the center.
A fourth slave got up from the bed. He looked – surprise – just like Axel but had sleeve tattoos and wore a lot of leather, from boots to thong to harness.
He knelt next to Axle, who said, "I let this one live out his love for leather. Although, I admit he took probably the most work. He was a total dom-top when I found him, but I had the tools. That was even before the Jockhole was founded."
Someone stepped into the loft from a steaming bathroom. This exact copy of Axel had no special features, unless there was something hidden underneath the towel around his hip.
He dropped down next to Axel and cuddled up to the bender.
"And this is your cuddle slut?" Niu asked in jest.
The toweled copy answered, "You could say that," before making out with Axel for a moment.
Finally the hosting bender tore himself away with a huge grin. "That one's not my slave. That's my boyfriend."
"Oh wow," Niu said. "How's dating a god, uh... you?"
The boyfriend chuckled, playing with Axel's hair tail. "Pretty good deal for me. Nothing more I could wish for. I'm the original Axel by the way, but these days I usually go by `boyfriend'."
"Wait..." Niu said.
Axel (the bender) clapped his hands. "You're figuring it out, huh? This boy was the template for the body and face I have right now. That's my type. With a little improvement here or there."
Axel (the non-bender boyfriend) said, "Every time I look at our slaves, I'm flattered anew."
Their conversation went on for a while. Footstool sucked bender-Axel's dick, the leather lover sucked boyfriend-Axel. Puppy and kitten served a small buffet of snacks before tending to Niu's dick.
"So in a way," Niu said, "You're the opposite of Ace's roommate. He has, I think, six slaves all dressed in hoods and thongs but with noticeably different bodies."
"If I wasn't so fond of that face," bender-Axel said, "I'd put hoods on them, too. There's something fun about enslaving a dozen men with their own unique personalities and turning them into interchangeable drones."
"Sure," Niu said and grabbed Kitten by the mohawk-braid to push his face deeper. "But Ace's roommate is a better mind wizard than me. I have to start small. Especially since I don't have the space to... How did you even get this place?"
"Just like you got yours, no?"
"But mine's just a small apartment and I have to bring my own furniture."
Axel cummed, so he was quiet for a moment. Footstool leaned back, mouth suddenly stuffed with the ball gag again, as if it had never been gone.
"Duplicating mundane objects is simple, though. Should we practice when you're finished?"
Next time, a boy gets more than he dreamed of and dicks get transformed.