*** An Old Friend ***
Niu surveyed his clientele.
The gym attracted boys and men by some magic he was far from understanding. After the initial transformation, the clients were generally regular gym rats – albeit with nobody wearing long pants or sleeves.
The gym owner had settled into a routine of watching muscles get flexed, dicks getting milked, asses getting "secretly" fucked in the showers, and occasionally joining in on the fun.
Until one day the gym attracted someone else...
"Niu? You work here?"
The lean jock in a red speedo and a tight tank top flinched away from the counter he had been leaning on. "Who... Oh, Nojus."
Nojus was the school's quarterback. Someone from Niu's old live and one of his first victims.
The Chinese boy was never going to forget how he had made all three of his school crushes suck his dick in class and left them in permanent chastity.
The athlete was rather tall, had a blond crew cut, blue eyes and his trademark winning smile.
Niu hadn't expected to see Nojus again. He wasn't even supposed to interact with people from his old life.
But the gym had brought Nojus in. Surely, that made it okay.
"Uh, yeah, I got a job here."
Just to be save, Niu fogged up the quarterback's mind before any follow up questions presented themselves.
Slightly himbo-ified for the moment, Nojus said, "I just... I thought I'd check the place out and..."
"You need training clothes. Across the street is a Jockhole store. Tell the shopkeep I sent you and he'll give you... actually, ask for model P5. He'll know."
Nojus followed the order without a second thought.
Ace had done a more thorough job than expected. Maybe Niu should have told the elder to hold back. Nah, it was fine.
Nojus had returned showing off small nipple rings.
Model P5 was a silvery white jockstrap that left his face unchanged but altered his body to be smoother and leaner. The athlete's muscles popped a great deal more now.
Ace had added a matching silvery white baseball cap by Powerhole. There was also a padded metal collar around his neck, plus a silver x-harness on his chest.
The tattoo on his neck read PowerPainHole.
"Good to have you back, Nojus. Join me in the break room and I'll bring you up to speed."
Once inside the bright, small space Niu closed the door and enacted a trivial bit of reality bending to keep the noises out.
Nojus was exuding confidence. "So do I get a trial day for free or..."
"How long have you been in chastity?"
Nojus' demeanor crumbled a bit and he chuckled shyly before his smug grin returned. "Uh, dunno. Feels like about a year now."
The reality bender altered the way light fell on him, making himself appear to grow, with dramatic shadows cutting along his muscles. The walls appeared to expand. With a little strain, he even bent gravity to make objects in the room float.
"Here's the deal, Nojus."
"Uh... what the fuck?"
"I'm a god. I have created you. That dick cage? You weren't wearing it a month ago. I turned back time to make you the bottom bitch you were always meant to be." Not quite true but effective. "And I'll let you worship me if you are worthy."
"Holy fuck!" Nojus said, mouth hanging open.
"A holy fuck is what you'll get when I ram your ass. If you aren't too pathetic to be chosen. What do you say?"
The quarterback dropped to his knees. "Y-yes, sir... yes... god. Please, let me prove myself."
Niu returned the room to normal. Keeping up the effect was too distracting. "Impress me today and you might become my prime slave. Now go have some fun at the gym. We got great equipment. Make some friends."
"Uh... sure." Nojus stood up from his knees. "Is that all, god?"
"I'll let you know when I have orders."
"O-of course, god."
"But since you asked. Bring me five loads of cum in your mouth. From different men. You have until the gym closes."
"Wh-when is that?"
Niu ignored the question with a smile. "Here's a towel. Keep the machines clean."
Nojus took the towel with reverence, and left the room. His neck tattoo now had an intricate tribal-style frame running along his shoulder blades.
Nojus managed to chat up four guys within an hour and sucked them off in the locker room. There was definitely a pattern. They were all Twinkholes.
First he circled the boy, waiting until the `victim' did something not totally right, then he jumped in with advice and physical assistance.
Casual touches and glances lead to more and... well, it was never going to be a challenge to get an orgasm out of someone at the Shredded Cocks.
In the cardio area, Julong was flashing his plugged ass on the stairmaster.
The gym owner walked up to him.
"Hey Julong."
"Oh, hello, sir."
"Nah. No need for formalities."
"But you're..." Julong leaned down to whisper. "A god among men."
"And you're my only employee. Time to put you to a test. Can you close up without me?"
"Sure boss. Are the two Dongs here yet?"
"Should be any second. I'll take care of a locker room."
Niu went to his break room and slipped into a yellow thong he had kept from his tour of the Jockhole HQ.
His ethnicity shifted to something more middle eastern. He wiped away the Monsterhole tattoo from his now beefy chest. The teen-bodybuilder-looking Niu with an edgy face swaggered up to his former school crush and future slave.
Nojus had no idea the stranger was just Niu's disguise.
"Ey, Dickbreath," the veiled boy said loud enough to make other gym goers hear it. "I saw you suck the cum out of dick after dick in the locker room. Do you think this is your personal fag factory?"
"Uh... I... Sorry, sir if I was..."
Niu's now huge Monsterhole hand grabbed the blond's throat to choke-drag him into the locker room and farther into the shower.
"In there, Dickbreath."
While kicking Dickbreath – formerly Nojus – into the tiled corner, Niu summoned a can of blueberry flavored juice into his hand. He downed the can, feeling his dick grow into a thick titan.
He turned on the water and watched as Dickbreath's hair got died pink – the white cap had fallen to the floor.
He pulled his thong down and presented his torpedo, rapidly hardening.
As soon as Dickbreath's lips were around the mega-mushroom, Niu humped all the way in.
Dickbreath screamed into the rod as far as his gagging allowed. His jaw and throat were certainly getting a workout like no other gym offered.
The pain slave tried to move away and smashed into the cold tiles. He tried to fight back but his hand cuffs had mysteriously connected behind his back.
"You think you can fight, bitch boy? You think you are anything but a hole?" Niu turned the water off, spit into Dickbreath's face, then turned the water on full force to make it impossible for the cocksucker to look up at him.
"You know you're a hole, don't you, Dickbreath? One in the face, one in the ass. That's all you are. That's all you'll be. You're made to serve. And you love it. Just like you love this."
Niu's currently beefy leg pulled back. He smacked his big foot into Dickbreath's balls.
The cocksucker flinched and cried out, muffled by gagging.
With a bright red face, tears and snot running in streams and constant crying whenever he wasn't chocking, Dickbreath took about five minutes of face fucking and nut kicking.
Then Niu pulled away.
"Aw, too bad. The gym's closing and I haven't even cummed. Maybe next time."
He reached for the shower that was still streaming down on the coughing Dickbreath and turned it to icy cold.
Then he bailed.
Small and Big Dong were fooling around more than they cleaned – with tongue or mops.
Julong oversaw them, meaning he jumped around giggling, stealing kisses and swatted away their hands when they teased to pull his ass plug.
Niu was back in his regular jock body. He had watched the `cleaners' for a while now and got a bit worried about his prospective slave. Had he gone too far and damaged the goods?
At last Dickbreath emerged and marched to the counter. He opened his mouth to show off a load of cum.
"Ah, wow. You got five loads," Niu said.
Dickbreath swallowed. "Yes, god."
"First of all, down on your knees."
The humiliated, pink-haired, nipple-ringed, back-tattooed, harness-wearing athlete looked toward the trio of boys messing around at the benches.
"Kneel," Niu said. "No matter where. No matter who's watching. Once you're my slave, you won't be out and about much anyway."
Dickbreath dropped down.
"And now," Niu said. "Tell me how you got a fifth load. I know for a fact you didn't get one from me, Dickbreath."
"You... you were watching?"
"I'm a fucking god, dumbass. That was me."
"W-where all of them you, god?"
"No, I'm not wasting that much time on you. I could get a new slave every hour. You're just lucky I bothered to remember you."
"Th-thank you, god."
"You haven't answered the question."
Dickbreath blushed. "Um... a very quick and hard prostate massage. I leak a lot."
Niu smiled down at the former-blond. "I want to see that. No clothes for the night."
Dickbreath got up to strip. "What are we doing tonight, my god?"
"We have the gym to ourselves." Niu summoned a whip into his hand. "Let's see how far we can push your willingness to worship."
Niu woke up in his king sized bed that barely fit into the small apartment. His slave's lips were around his tool.
"Morning, Dickbreath."
"Morning, god. Breakfast is ready. I wasn't sure if you'd want me to start laundry or not, since I didn't want to wake you up with the noise."
"Good job. Turn it on now. How would you like it if I take the day off and give you a little introduction to all your new duties."
"Please, master. Can I ask something?"
"Aight."
Dickbreath hesitated. "You not... the god, are you?"
"There are a bunch like me. I can introduce you to a friend. Ace. You already met him once. Actually..." Niu sat up. "I have to talk to him anyway. Can't stay in a one bedroom apartment with a slave. I need some privacy." He grinned, looked down on his eager slave and added, "And I guess, you should have a bed."
"Thank you, master."
"I'll tell Julong to run the gym today. Now bring breakfast in. Then go back to sucking."
"Yes, god."
Next time: a little change of perspective when Julong takes over, until it's time to make more slaves.