*** Q&A with Gods ***
Julong was happy to let the gym run itself for a few minutes and hurried over to the Jockhole, where his boss and his boss's boss were waiting.
"Hey Niu, I... uh."
The trio of mostly naked guys in the middle was a bit of a shock. Even though Julong knew what powers his boss had, he was still surprised by the random display of paddling, naked burpees and general sex-filled atmosphere.
"You..." he stuttered. "You have a mark 3 jockstrap for me?"
Niu handed over clothing that looked just like the one Julong was already wearing, covered only by his long tank top.
He stepped out of his current underwear, exposing the chastity cage.
"Um Niu? Sorry to bother but I accidentally put on this totally irremovable dick prison when I tried the belt. Can you get rid of that?"
Niu turned to Ace. "Could you?"
The man with the – currently platinum – undercut and eyebrow slits had always scared Julong a little. The grin he flashed now wasn't reassuring.
"I could take it off. Or I just make him forget he put it on accidentally, make him believe it was there for weeks before he even knew us. It's not like he's going to have a hard time finding men to stimulate him anally. He's a Fuckhole, after all."
Julong was vaguely aware that the tattoo on his back was the name of his magic jockstrap's label, and that anyone wearing Jockhole attire had a label tattooed like that, and that there was probably a connection. But it just felt so strongly as if he had gotten his tat long ago out of his own volition. Even if he couldn't quite recall the details.
He cleared his dry throat. "Uh, actually, I'd rather be able to use my dick freely. I know I haven't done much fucking with it, but I promise I'm very attached to my ability to jerk off."
Ace shrugged. "Middle of the road."
The powerful man waved his hand.
Julong looked down and saw that the magical, permanent dick cage was gone – replaced with the simple removable one for which Niu held the key.
Ah yes, Julong was back to the impermanent chastity, controlled by his boss, as made sense. But... Since when had he been wearing this, exactly?
"By the way," Julong said as a different thought rose in his mind. "I told everyone who had no piercings to take a look at them and we're out of nipple rings now."
"Grab some on the way back," Niu said.
"Actually," Julong said, slowly. "Since I'm already here, with both of you, can I ask some questions?"
In the middle of the store, the small, lean slave collapsed, unable to do more burpees, moaning into his gag.
Niu tore the glove tag and shushed the trio out.
"Ask what?"
"So," the Fuckhole said, feeling small. "What exactly are you? You called yourself a wizard, but you told Dickbreath you're a god. Wait, am I supposed to call him Nojus?"
Niu chuckled. "Nah, he's Dickbreath from now until forever. We call ourselves reality benders. Some prefer mages, some prefer gods. It's all a matter of flavor."
Ace said, "I once told someone that I was an alien from the fourth dimension, because it was what he wanted to hear. I looked into his mind for whatever I needed to say to make him get on his knees."
Had the buff guy just admitted to being a mind reader? Julong tried not to think about it. "What happened to him?"
"I don't remember. I turned him into what Jockhole HQ would now call a Twinkhole Himbo. Usually I give my slaves to any of my friends who ask for them. I was a pretty good slave master a few decades ago."
A scrawny, sad looking boy entered. Niu showed the kid a selection of thongs, leaving Julong alone with the older, more powerful god-mage.
"More questions?" Ace asked with a smirk and threw his arm around Julong's shoulders.
"What would happen if two Fuckholes meet and neither has my negator plug?"
Ace frowned for a moment. "I guess they'd just flip-flop a lot. Try it. There's got to be some hot Fuckholes at the Shredded Cocks."
"No thanks. Whenever I take my plug out it ends up out of reach once I've had my fill and I get seconds I wasn't asking for."
The customer had picked a mauve thong for himself and approached the register as a mean looking Korean twink with a Jockhole tattoo across his flank. His dick was stupidly big inside his thong and pubes spilled over the low hanging hem.
Ace did a quick spiel and the twink ended up with a nose ring, a mauve colored undercut and eyebrow slits like Ace himself had.
Niu threw all sorts of free gear at the twink-soon-to-be-jock. He ended up with a ball gag, a thin collar, a large anal plug and tight robe around his torso.
The boy walked out looking for the nearest gym. Julong had tried to follow but Ace stopped him.
"Don't worry. You'll be back at the Shredded Cocks before he finds it. The gym is always just as far away as it needs to be."
"Okay. Uh, are you messing with my head or did that twink just change ethnicity when he put on the thong?"
"Yep. Happens a lot."
Julong looked around the store. "When I came here... What was I?"
"I don't know. But I can tell you what you are now: Better off."
A middle aged man entered, looking around shyly. Niu led him to the changing booth.
"That's... Yeah," Julong said. "I'm happy working at a place full of twink boys and muscle men and having the power to fuck anyone anytime. Plus the power to turn that off with the plug. I can't imagine how other Fuckholes do without."
Ace shrugged. "They adjust. You would start wanting less sex after the first few days, so the strap wouldn't give you as much anymore. I wear those straps occasionally just for fun. Not that I actually need it."
"Speaking of which, is there a better way than a sex toy to control this jockstrap? It's not exactly convenient to be plugged all the time."
Ace led the teen to the changing booth. "I think Niu wants to treat you as a friend. That's fine, I had and have some mortal friends. But if you think you can talk to me like I'm anything but a god, let me remind you. You are a FuckPainHole, after all."
With that, Ace pulled the plug from Julong's ass in a rapid motion and shoved the boy into the booth.
Julong collided with a broad, tan, rippling back where Monsterhole was written in huge letters.
The now Mongolian guy turned around with a cold, narrow stare. He was hot. The jockstrap worked its magic.
Julong was grabbed by the throat and choke slammed into the booth wall. The stranger parted the boy's legs with his thick quads and aligned his somehow already rock hard dick with the quivering hole.
The Mark 3 item allowed a `conversation' to happen.
"I'm going to wreck you," growled the man. "I'm going to destroy that tiny faggot hole till you cry for help. And then destroy it some more."
Julong was rationally aware that the fuck was only going to last as long as it took for the man to cum and the threat still made his heart pound out of his chest.
"Y-yes, sir," he pressed out.
Then a stupidly big rod entered him full force.
The magic jockstrap made him always fuck-ready, but it never made things easy. Julong groaned into the pain, taking deep breaths with his eyes rolled back as the monster fucked away.
The booth rocked.
Outside, Niu was talking to a new customer. "If you want to get started at the gym, maybe try a posing thong, like this pink one. How much do you weight?"
The Mongolian stranger nibbled Julong's ear while pressing his back into the booth wall. "You're so cute," he whispered. "I want to see what you're like when you're really wrecked."
With one arm under Julong's ass, the man choke slammed the boy into the opposite wall and roared into his face as he increased the thrust brutality. Julong whimpered and instinctually clawed his fingers into the Monsterhole's shoulders.
"Lift it like this," Niu said outside. "See, the thong fits after all. How much do you weight again? ... Yea, that's more like it."
The sex hadn't even lasted a whole three minutes but Julong could feel the stranger unload into his guts. Without another word, the man slipped his dick out, let the boy slide to the floor and pulled on his Monsterhole thong.
He brushed the curtain aside, leaving Julong exposed with cum dripping down his thighs.
Legs shaking, Julong waited until the hot stranger had left before exiting the now slightly crooked booth.
Where was the plug?
Julong's eyes fell on a black teen in a posing thong, flexing in front of a mirror. He had to have well over 90kg/200lbs.
As the unknown bodybuilder dragged Julong back into the booth by the mohawk, the boy had to admit he wasn't unhappy. He was after all a real FuckPainHole.
And in the end he not only got a refreshed supply of nipple rings for the gym, he got to hand out a lot of slave gear, too.
Next time, we meet a Master and have a sexy goodbye.