*** Beers and Tatts ***
Time to close up.
Niu loved his job but he still hoped he'd find someone to take over a shift every now and then.
Big Dong and Small Dong had finished their workout and had started licking the machine seats. It wasn't strictly needed anymore, but Niu didn't want to tell them off. They were hot to watch and had made it a tradition to lick the place clean.
"Fuck, ey boss-man," said Small Dong, "There's, like, some fuckers over here and shit, bro."
Niu walked around the weight rack and saw a broad shouldered Thai boy with a crew cut and a Powerhole tattoo across his lower back, ramming his shredded cock into Julong.
The negator anal plug stood upright on the ground behind the fuckers.
"Hey Julong," Niu said. "Wanted to bang in public?"
The slim hunk looked over his top's broad shoulders and grinned coyly. "I was doing crunches and strained so hard the plug shot out."
"Let me get you a bigger one. But you need to finish up. I'm about to leave."
"Not really up to me," Julong said through the fucking.
Niu chuckled. "No shower time for you then."
Ace was still showering.
Niu entered the massive apartment wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
"Hi Ace, are you ready? Oh, new color?"
The nude jock stepped out of the shower area, drying his hair with a single gesture. His undercut fell perfectly – bright purple.
"Yeah, I wanted to try something new. You got the drink?"
Niu threw him a bottle of "Titan."
Ace watched himself in a wall mirror between two stripper poles, took a sip, and admired his thick, shredded torpedo dick.
"Why do you even need that?" Niu asked. "I've seen you turn super buff."
"Permanent changes are difficult, though. Bio stuff isn't my specialty."
Ace clothe-bent a normal outfit onto himself.
They were joined by a buff man with a long braid on the back of his head. One of Aces roommates.
The three stepped into the bender bar.
This time the floating bar's windows showed an American town at sunset. There were about four dozen benders spread around. It was a fairly quiet and cozy atmosphere.
Niu sat in a corner booth with Ace and his big roommate. They were soon joined by Axel.
"Aren't people allowed to bring their boyfriends?" Niu wondered out loud, twirling the straw of his sparkly cocktail.
"Sort of," Axel said. "They'd make an exception for my boyfriend but it's a bender-only bar, technically, and I like that. We have other venues."
The buff roommate pushed his huge beer aside to lean over. "If you want a place to bring slaves and maybe the occasional, lucky mortal friend, we throw parties at our place."
"Bring mortals? We can reveal ourselves to mortals?"
"Not really," Ace said. "There's a way to make them ignore everything usual but still keep their memories, mostly. It's a real... well, `Masterpiece' of will-bending. It was created by a Master, after all."
"I keep hearing about those high and mighty Masters," Niu said. "How powerful are they really?"
Axel put his hand on Niu's shoulder. "I can introduce you to a few friends who live with a Master."
"By the way," Ace interrupted, "Jockhole HQ let me know, the Shredded Cocks is getting new merch. You'll like it."
Nui slapped a stack of towels onto the counter before opening up. The white, soft towels had various intricate designs in black ink on them.
The first customer triple was a group of three distinct Chinese twunks.
"Hey Cheng, hey Peng, hey Heng. Looking good."
They were regulars and knew his name. By the looks of it, the three inseparable friends had been back to the Jockhole to get matching black jockstraps and golden snapbacks of the Powerhole label.
Their jockstraps were torpedo-cut style. The tips dangled under tight tank tops, hanging over bulging legs.
Nui wondered if they fucked or only rubbed off on each other, considering powerholes rarely bottomed willingly.
"We have towel service now," the gym owner said.
"Cool," Peng said, grabbed one for himself and threw one each at his friends.
The now pure white fabric fell over Peng's shoulder and as it slipped aside it revealed a tribal tattoo on the shoulder it had touched.
Heng, the shortest and thickest, caught his clumsily, having been off guard. It smacked him across the face, and left a big lotus tattoo with color accents on his neck.
The jock wrapped it around his wrist with a twirl, getting a sleeve tattoo before the towel was out of ink.
Cheng, who had the thickest dick dangling in the black pouch, threw his loosely over his back. When the boys approached the locker room, he started lifting his shirt and revealed the tramp stamp.
A minute later they came back for Nuke Juice.
Niu watched them fool around and work out as new arrivals trickled in.
A Monsterhole grabbed a towel and received a full length tattoo on his ripped right leg. A blond twink got Chinese characters running down his spine. Two Korean jocks got double sleeve tatts and one had Chinese characters on his pecs, right under the Jockhole tattoo.
Niu noticed that the towels tended to enhance the existing `Hole' tattoo when possible, drawing more attention to all the Painholes and Fuckholes.
A Fuckhole who Niu had given a negator plug touched a towel but didn't grab it as he remembered that he had brought his own. It didn't do more than embellish his fuckhole tattoo that now stretched across his whole back.
The Chinese trio marched toward the showers.
Niu cranked the thermostat up to 2 and followed the Powerhole boys, keeping them from noticing his presence.
The locker room was empty save for the three boys and the unseen receptionist.
Short but thick Heng checked his gains in the mirror. He had put on some mass but with the Nuke Juice his skin was almost paper thin on his fibers, making him appear vastly buffer than the scale would have let you think.
He walked between his friends and they stood sweaty skin on sweaty skin. The thermostat made sure they huddled close.
Peng was the first to get naked, stepping out of his jockstrap.
"Fuck," he said, then switched to mandarin. "Is it hot in here? I think I'll sweat more if I take a shower now."
"Yeah bro," tall and lean Cheng said, thereafter also switching. "Feeling more thirsty than during cardio."
He took the final swing from his Hydrator and sprayed piss uncontrollably onto the floor between his legs, dowsing Heng's mightier legs, too.
The three walked into the tiled corner and stood facing each other as the water rushed down.
Peng rubbed shampoo on himself while the tallest and the shortest soaped up each other.
As it turned out, the act was a pretense to run their fingers along each other's ass crack.
Cheng slipped his finger into Heng's hole first. "Fuck bro, you're so tight."
Heng rolled his eyes. "You say that every day," he said and rammed three fingers into the taller jock's hole with a mean grin.
"Aw fuck," Cheng moaned. "Warn me."
"Nope."
"Asshole."
"Exactly," Heng said and dived in knuckle deep.
Peng was apparently content watching. Niu had brought help for that occasion.
With the click of a collar, the boring jock turned into a PowerPainHole.
"F-fuck me," Peng said, struck by a new desire. "Hard. Brutal."
"You sure, bro? All of the sudden?"
"Y-yeah," Peng huffed and turned around. He spread his legs and pressed his palms against the tiles. "Please."
Cheng didn't wait or speak a warning. His fingers went in – both hands, like hooks pulling the sphincter apart.
Peng's rambled in two languages, no longer coherent.
Someone entered the room and Cheng froze in position.
The new arrival – a Thai twink – took his time slipping into workout gear before leaving.
As soon as the door shut, Peng whimpered. "Please. Fuck now. Not wait more."
"Not wait more?" Heng chuckled. "You English good? Hehe."
Cheng complied wordlessly, happy to be in charge. He slid his fingers out of the muscle ass and grabbed Peng's hips instead. With a few tries his dick's tip found the hole without slipping off.
Cheng pressed in, steadily.
"Hey," Heng said. "I want in on that action."
Cheng spread his own legs and welcomed the shortest boy into his hole.
As the humping train left station, Niu willed the thermostat back to zero.
Instantly, the three boys flinched slightly away from each other's skin.
"Uh," Cheng made.
Peng twisted around to look at his buddies. "Don't stop," he whispered, sounding hoarse.
"Wh-what if someone walks in," Heng asked and slid halfway out of Cheng's ass.
Cheng reached around and grabbed his shorter buddy. "We just have to fuck at top speed. I'm ready to shoot anyway."
Water splashed over the hip high wall as the three boys' bodies slammed together like applauding hands. The fuckers each moaned into the shoulder of the guy in front of them, while Peng could only press his lips together to keep most of the noise from escaping.
Their fuck echoed, but it wasn't quite funny enough. Niu held the door open and kept them from noticing.
Heng said in mandarin, "I'm ready," before switching to English to said "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck."
The jock held still and trembled, getting his dick massaged by the still humping Cheng.
Peng's own load drizzled out of his wildly bouncing dick and started its journey down the drain.
Cheng gave no indication of when he cummed but simply stopped mid hump and pulled out, cum squiring from the stretched hole before him.
They rubbed themselves clean, careful not to touch, and headed for their clothes.
That was when Niu let them realize the door was wide open. Nobody had been staring but everyone in the gym had heard.
The trio froze, then vanished as fast as their beefy legs carried them.
Maybe they'd take a couple of rest days.
Setting the heat to 2 briefly, had been enough to get a Fuckhole into trouble.
Niu found Julong with his lower back tattoo on display. The boy was on all fours, badly hidden behind the reception desk, getting dicked down by an extreme Monsterhole with a fresh flank tattoo.
Niu leaned down. "Hey there. You know this is a work area, right?"
Julong's grimace of bliss and pained struggle broke. "Uh... yeah. I'm ughhh... not exactly in control of those ughhhhhh fuck... Those 250-odd pounds on top of me. Ah, fuck."
Niu grinned. "Well, I gave you a plug to keep this from happening. If you only think with your balls, it's only fair you clean that mess up afterward."
"Why do... oh fuck, go easy back there for a second. Why do you only ever talk to me and not the- Ughhhhh fuck, I said easy. And not, um, the guy doing me?"
"It's your fault for taking out the plug."
"Yeah but..."
It occurred to Niu that the mortal didn't understand – or wasn't even technically able to understand – the mechanics of a Fuckhole jockstrap.
"Actually," Niu continued. "I think I have a few thinks to talk to you about. Just wait a second."
Next time: Remember those socks that make you dumb? How many socks can one boy wear?