*** First Shift ***
As always, the counter at Shredded Cocks was manned by a pretty, Chinese jock. But this one wore cuffs and a collar and had FuckPainHole written on his back.
Julong's first time managing the gym alone left the boy nervous.
He had asked Niu as many questions as he dared. He wasn't afraid of his boss – not really – but the gym owner had come out to him as a powerful wizard. Julong didn't want to risk annoying the mage.
One question had been about work attire. According to Niu, Julong's jockstrap was sufficient, but he had put on a long tank top anyway. He liked to keep the negator plug in his ass mostly covered.
"Yo, is Niu not in?" asked a deep voice.
A man with a purple mohawk and a large nose ring leaned on the desk.
"Just me today," Julong said.
The Mongolian in a tight, blue Ultra-Hun shirt and a thong had a Jockhole tattoo on his collar bones and a Himbo tattoo on the neck.
The receptionist handed over a bottle of Hydrator and a towel.
With some fascination, he watched the intricate tattoo transfer from the towel's ink to the jock's right biceps.
Julong knew this meant the man hadn't been to the gym since the towels had been added, since they only worked on the first day. Did he want the man to have more tattoos?
"Going to shower first?" he asked.
The lean, bronze jock squinted. "Do I look sweaty?"
Julong shrugged. "Pretty hot out. Here's another towel just in case."
The mans' tattoo expended across his chest and merged into the Jockhole label.
"Hot," Julong said to himself and looked left and right. He put the "Back in 5" sign on the surface in front of him and followed the muscle-hun into the locker room.
As soon as the jock was naked and turned on the water, Julong pulled the plug from his ass.
"Hey," he said and waited for the man to turn around.
The magic jockstrap worked in mysterious ways, but it worked consistently.
Within ten seconds Julong was pinned against the cold shower wall – water turned off – and had his legs wrapped around the buff ass before him.
Face to face, he and the jock rubbed themselves into position until the FuckPainHole felt the Jockhole's dick knocking at his backdoor.
"Wreck my hole, sir," Julong groaned. His magic jockstrap made sex way too fast and simple – just a quick in and out. But at least it was rough and plentiful.
"Fuck, you're so hot inside."
"Yes, sir. I keep my hole pumping."
Julong grabbed onto the broad shoulders of his fucker with one hand and jerked himself off with the other, rapidly smacking his fist into his crotch.
With the hun's bulging biceps keeping him pinned against the tiles, Julong begged, "Harder, sir."
He was promptly smacked across the face. The same hand found its way to his throat where it pressed him back and squeezed. His fucker's other hand was used as support, holding his leg from below.
Julong jizzed onto his stomach and felt his burning hole tighten. It kicked the stranger over the edge and the Chinese boy felt a load getting blown into his guts.
The boy half slipped, half fell and kept kneeling in front of the jock, whose dick was still shining and leaking.
The man took a swing from his Hydrator and instantly sprayed piss from his barely softened dick like a fountain.
Sitting in the golden rain, Julong heard someone enter the room.
It was a Monsterhole, light black, around 30, a mohawk in cornrows leading to a long braid.
He was definitely hot. Their eyes met. Uh-oh.
Julong scrambled for his plug but was pinned to the ground by the muscle monster. His fairly twinky body had no chance to escape or fight off the lean bodybuilder.
He was pressed to the floor and felt something enter his hole. A finger, then two. No dick?
A surprising amount of Monsterholes wore chastity. The boy had meant to ask about that sometime.
He managed to crawl forward and reach his plug just as a tongue flicked across his sore ass.
Julong moaned. He didn't want more sex – his sphincter was already a bit too tender – but a rimjob was a great way to relax. He kept the plug ready for whenever he had enough.
The Mongolian hunk meanwhile walked out to start training.
Once replugged and showered, Julong returned to his job just in time to see three Korean twinks enter. They wore matching attire of K-Power headbands and white thongs.
One wore a shirt that read Alpha, one a shirt that read Beta and the shortest was shirtless.
"Hey there," Julong said. "Welcome to the Shredded Cocks Gym. You look like you've come straight from the Jockhole, right?"
"Yes," said the alpha. "First time here. These tongs are supposedly going to help us grow. Haha."
"It's all a matter of persistence. Here's a can of Nuke Juice for each of you. If you need anything, I'm Julong."
"I'm Clarenc- Uh. I mean, I'm Seungjin."
In the meantime, the shirtless boy has walked up to the jewelry display. "Hey, those are the same piercings I saw at the Jockhole."
"Yeah," Julong said. "We're affiliated. Do you want any?"
As the receptionist tried to figure out where the price tag was on the items, he saw tiny, handcuff shaped earrings vanish. They appeared on the shirtless twink's lobes.
"Nah," said the now-ringed boy. "I've already got the ones I want."
Slightly confused, Julong wanted to test his hypothesis. "Um, any piercings for the other two gentlemen? Nipple rings, perhaps, like those ones?"
The boys in shirts had a look at where he pointed. They insisted they were happy with the ones they had – which had just disappeared from the display and materialized on their chests.
"Some addition perhaps?"
The alpha had a second look. This time he received a thin metal chain connecting his rings. "Nope, I'm fine as is."
The trio grabbed a towel each. Only on the shirtless boy was it clear where the ink went. The Jockhole tattoo on the lower back received a fancy underline.
Minutes later, the gym was visited by a white, brunet twink in a tan string jockstrap.
Julong was going to do the spiel of welcoming a first timer when the boy's eyes fell on a nearby Asian PowerMonsterHole Himbo. The Thai teen bodybuiler dragged the twink past Julong into the break room.
Julong walked after them, not sure how to intervene. Technically he wasn't supposed to allow anyone back there.
Before the door closed in his face, he caught a glimpse of the Fuckhole tattoo on the twink's flank.
Well, that explained it.
Julong politely waited at the counter until the loud sex behind him came to a shouty climax and the Thai monster left.
He slipped into the break room where the other fuckhole was, ass up and with a cum-leaking hole.
Julong kept himself plugged. He wanted to know what the other side of things felt like.
As the neo-fuckhole turned to see who had entered, Julong tried to look flirty.
He wanted to observe in detail how the specific working of...
His mind blanked.
Everything was simple. There was a hole. He had a dick. He needed to fuck.
As if teleported, he suddenly found himself on his knees. When had he... His dick was already in the groaning boy below. It didn't feel real. But it still felt fucking great.
Was he dreaming? Julong tried to keep his mind together. An orgasm approached. It was hard to think about anything but orgasm. He tried to say anything. No, orgasm. But he... no, orgasm incoming.
"Fuuuuck," he moaned as he unloaded.
Within a second, he was not only pulled out but back on his feet. The dreamlike state still lasted. Had it been ten seconds? Five minutes?
Julong left to let the poor Fuckhole twink recover. Maybe Niu had a second negator plug to give away.
The trio of Korean muscle growers returned to him. They had evidently used the showers.
Seungjin, the alpha, had a bright blue mohawk, covering up much of his otherwise shaved head with long, thick, freefalling hair.
The beta's mohawk was still black but he had apparently borrowed socks. A Himbo tattoo marked his neck.
The shirtless boy had gotten rid of the headband and wore his thong deep enough to expose the root of his thick dick. He had only a short strip of bright pink hair on top of his head.
"Something else to drink?" Julong asked.
"Still got some Nuke," said Seungjin.
The other two boys grabbed bottles. The beta took a sip from blueberry Hydrator and his now shredded dick shoved the thong out as it expanded into a massive fuck tool even when soft.
The boy's thong grew transparent with piss and his legs became wet. Sweat made his skin shine evenly.
The shirtless Korean twink with a pink strip of hair chose cherry Hydrator. As he started to glisten and little stream of piss ran down his shapely thighs, his package shrank until it was practically flat on his body. His dick would never surpass his thumb in size, even when rock hard.
As always, the boys were quite confused at pissing themselves. Julong reveled in the power he felt, knowing what was going on, while they had no idea their dicks were – in a manner of speaking – in his hand.
Behind him, the fellow Fuckhole made his way from the break room to the lockers. Julong didn't see him again until much later. The boy had to be "enjoying" sex after sex from anyone who came in to change.
Would Julong have suffered the same fate? Without Niu's help, he'd have fucked anyone he found fuckable. In the Shredded Cocks Gym, that meant everybody.
Letting his mind drift and watching hunks and twinks workout with a Nuke Juice induced rage, Julong found his hands wandering down to the counter's storage space.
Ah, there were the belts he often saw used by Monsterholes and some of the more serious Jockholes. He wondered if they even fit on his narrow waist.
The FuckPainHole pulled one belt out and snapped it shut around his hip. Something tugged at his crotch.
He turned away from the crowd of grunting muscle builders and brushed his jockstrap down.
Chastity?
Julong tried to find a way to take the thing off but this was a special cage. It even had a little tube intruding into his urethra.
At least he had his explanation now. The reason why so many of the most muscled clients were dick caged was the magic belt. Fuck.
Should he text his boss? Nah, better sit it out until tomorrow. The "cleaning crew" was already coming in.
Julong liked the two Dongs. The big, buff, bald one was aggressive enough to satisfy his pain craving whenever he unplugged his hole. The twinky one, who wore his mohawk tied up these days, was always giggly and did as told without hesitation.
They made a cute couple. They just weren't great conversation partner.
"Hey Big Dong," Julong said.
"Yo, what the fuck, Jules? How's it fucking hanging, bro? Niu fucked off?"
"It's just us tonight."
"Fuck yeah. Gonna do some fucked up squats `n' shit, dude. Getting ready to lick the floor fucking shiny."
Small Dong waddled after his boyfriend and owner. He looked back. "I'm, like, gonna tear it up at the barbells, Jules bro. Got some, like... one of those fucking... the piss drink?"
Julong handed out Hydrators for two. He should probably get some lifting done before he had to close. The Dongs needed a lot of supervision to keep them on track.
*** Pighole ***
"Man, that's a lot of scrap," Niu said.
Ace shoved the final cardboard box from the backroom to the counter. "It's still good. Need to get rid of it, though."
The Jockhole was fairly busy, with three guys taking turns at the changing booth, unsupervised.
Ace opened a box at random and pulled out a simple chastity cage together with a handful of socks.
"You know," the vendor said, "before we had the Painhole label to tie it all neatly together, we had a plethora of bits and pieces. This, I think, was Slavehole gear. Made the wearer want to be owned, but without the craving for being dominated like Painhole gear does. Never found it too useful."
One of the three customers walked by. He was a delicate, blond Twinkhole in a lilac thong, with the appropriate label tattooed above his heart.
"Excuse me, how much for this thong?"
Ace snapped his fingers. The dick cage was gone. The twink's package had grown in his thong to accommodate the addition.
"It's comes with one of these, Bart," Ace said and fished rope from the box. "Let me put it on."
Bart, the freshly caged twink, waited patiently until black rope was woven around his torso.
"This one's Torturehole brand," Ace said.
Niu watched, taking a seat on a more stable crate. "And torture and slave together make the Painhole?"
"Not quite," Ace said. "Hey Talan."
He waved over another finished customer.
The guy called Talan had entered as a skinny-fat teen with an already receding hairline. Now he was a Thai Monsterhole with a brown junior bodybuilder physique. He wore a white tank top and the orange posing thong that had changed him.
"Yeah?" Talan said as he swaggered to the register.
Ace pulled a thin ski mask with eye holes over the Thai monster's head. "Get down, bitch."
Talan dropped to his knees. "S-sir?"
Ace turned to Niu. "This one's from Wreckhole. Starting today, our once strong and confident Talan here is going to crave being humiliated for the rest of his life. Isn't that right, slut?"
"Y-yes, sir," Talan said, his voice shaking from the sudden urge to follow commands by a total stranger in public.
"And now let's... Hey, where are you going, Bart."
The twink with rope around his torso stopped at the door. "Oh, haven't I paid yet? I thought I was ready to leave."
Ace tore apart a pair of fingerless gloves, tossed one at each victim and the tags at Niu. "Write something that keeps them inside. I need to find a few things."
Niu got up, grabbed a pen and gave orders through the glove tag.
Within a minute Talan and Bart were doing burpees alternately. Each time one of them went down for the squat the other guy would push his ass in the squatting one's face for a quick kiss on the hole.
Of course, they had the take their clothes off for this to work, including the ski mask.
After watching Talan's thick dick and Bart's little cage flop around, Niu added more instructions.
With the alternating burpees the slave boys tongued each other's holes during the squats and frenched for the brief moment they were both standing.
Each boy screamed "Fuck me" at the top of his lungs during the push up part.
In the meantime, the third customer had made his choice.
A cut muscleteen in a teal Made in Chine jockstrap left the booth. His face was full of confusion and worry as he walked past the ass-tonguing work-out couple.
Niu read this Asian jock's surface thoughts to find out his (new) name.
"Hey Shuang, don't forget your free cap."
Shuang, still confused, picked a matching teal snapback and his lower back tattoo changed from Jockhole to Powerhole.
Ace handed the newly created Dom a black paddle. "Would you like to teach those two slave boys who's boss?"
"Fuck yeah," Shuang said. "Can I?"
"Sure. The twinky one loves pain. The big, beefy guy, though? Better get him in the mood with this first," Ace said and handed Shuang some Torturehole rope to bind Talan.
While the nude, sweat-glistening slaves were starting to get fatigued from exercise, Powerhole Shuang prepared the rope. He steadied Talan by pulling his lush hair.
"You are a filthy slave whore, aren't you?" Shuang said.
"Y-yes, sir."
"Ready to be ass raped?"
"Y-y... yes?"
"You love licking holes, don't you?"
"I... I guess. I'm not sure why I started doing this."
Ace facepalmed. "This is why we switched to Painhole – better integration. Here, try clamps."
Shuang fixed nipple clips onto his slave boys' nipples, which were connected between them. Left nipple to left nipple and right to right. They couldn't do burpees for the time being.
"What are those clamps?" Niu asked.
"Pighole," Ace said. "They should be geared out now."
Bart shuddered. "Wow. M-master? May I lick your pits? And... can you piss on me, please? Oh wow, I never... What's happening?"
Shuang commanded them both to get on their knees which the nipple connection made a bit tricky. He ordered their faces together and – with no hesitation – placed his dick inside Talan's mouth.
He pissed hands-free until Talan couldn't keep up with swallowing and had to let piss run along his muscled torso.
Shuang turned his attention to the twink, who gratefully accepted the gift and didn't waste a drop.
Ace turned to his protégé. "So much easier to have it all wrapped into one item. I guess it's fun to customize, but why would I ever want a quarter-slave, right?"
Niu shrugged. "I feel like a Powerhole would have turned any boy into proper servant."
"Yes, but remember, Powerhole is a new label. We only had Bullholes before and those never turned out well. Oh, that reminds me. Isn't your friend a Fuckhole Mark 2?"
"Yeah, but I'm not sure I'd call him a friend yet. He's a... coworker? Assistant?"
In the background, Master Shuang had switched around the nipple clips to give each slave a chain for himself. The gloves immediately compelled them to resume their rim-kiss-"Fuck Me"-burpees.
Ace waved his hand and the shouting slaves were silenced with Torturehole gags from the open boxes.
"Either way, we have Fuckhole Mark 3 coming up. One reason I need to make space."
"Does Mark 3 give the wearer more control?"
"None whatsoever. It can make little changes to other men, so they become hot enough for the wearer to want to fuck. The result is more sex. Plus a few tiny enhancements to the sex itself, such as finally allowing some communication, instead of turning off everything but pure instinct in the fucker's brain."
"I'll call my Fuckhole friend over right away."
Next time: Have you ever wanted to ask benders a question? Julong gets the change.
We're almost at the end. But a couple of chapters still remain. Hope you're still on board for the trip.