*** MASTER ***
The gym had gotten a bit "unbalanced" yesterday. With all the pighole, slavehole, wreckhole, and torturehole gear used up, the Shredded Cocks was overflowing with desperately horny dick whores in ski masks, gagged and bound, but with nobody to dominate them.
Julong was doing his best, whipping boys at the squat rack and paddling men raising dumbbells, but after an hour he wasn't really enjoying it anymore.
"Okay," Niu said. "I texted my bender buddies and the easiest way to solve this dilemma is to get more doms."
"Well, obviously," Julong said, massaging his tired whipping arm. "Everybody walking in is getting a Powerhole cap right away."
"I don't mean wait for guys to show up and turn them, I mean bring known doms in," Niu said and patted the computer. "We have addresses of our customers in the database."
He twunk god wizard opened the staff door, which now led into a small bathroom where a naked jock was blow drying his hair.
Niu pulled the jock by the wrist into the gym and let the door close. Obviously, the guy was highly confused, but a simple wave of Niu's divine hand let him lose his train of thought.
The gym owner took Julong's paddle away and shoved it into the puzzled jock's arms.
"Here you go. Support your gym buddies."
With a slap on the naked muscle ass, the random guy with a Powerhole tattoo on his shoulder wandered into the gym area and started domming with enthusiasm.
Again, Niu opened the staff door. This time it led to a bedroom where a twink in sweatpants was gaming. Niu stepped inside, grabbed the panicked boy by the hair and dragged him into the gym, pulling the sweats down with the other hand.
"Bullwhip those jumping-jack guys over there, if you'd be so kind. And Julong, crank the thermostat to two."
After sending the second Powerhole toward the cardio area, he opened the door to a large kitchen and pulled along a MonsterPowerhole in jeans, who was still chewing on broccoli.
"But... I never took anyone's data," Julong finally said. "And I didn't even give you mine."
Niu shook his head with a pity-smile. "Still not used to magic, huh? This computer logs all sorts of stuff on its own. For example..."
The gym owner in a red thong and a tank top typed in a word. "...it tells me you have a crush on eighteen guys currently in here, including me."
Julong was glad he didn't blush easily, but he could only manage a stuttered response.
Niu continued. "And it says you still need a little more protein. Here's nuke juice."
"Is that even protein? I figured it's just the magic that makes muscles grow."
"The bottle actually. I put real protein shakes in," Niu said absentmindedly. He pulled a fourth Powerhole from his apartment, waved his hand to clear the man's mind and made him strip before letting him loose on the slaves.
The space was filling less with grunt and more with cries. Whip cracking drowned out the clanking of dropped weights.
Niu turned to the computer again. "And this database says you jerked off four times so far. Really? You've only been out of chastity for a couple hours."
Julong shrugged. "I'm horny."
"You're going back in chastity at the end of your break. For the next two days."
"Do I have to?"
"Talking back?" Niu asked with a grin. "Forget two days. I'm making it a week."
Before Julong could protest, the teenage god-mage got a text.
"Oh wow," Niu said. "Ace is throwing a party tomorrow. I got to grab something for him... from..." His voice became a whisper. "A Master's place. Holy fuck."
As instructed, Niu stripped before opening the door. He had permission to visit the space of a Master's – the head of Jockhole.
The nude teen took a deep breath and stepped into bright light.
His naked feet touched warm marble. His smooth skin felt warm, dry air. His eyes saw... the earth.
He was in a space station, looking at the planet through a massive glass wall. The white walls with gold accents around him were a mostly normal apartment – except huge and centered around a massive swimming pool.
His dick shrank and his package pressed itself to his body as if tugged.
Then something rammed itself up his ass, making Niu cry out.
It was a negator plug of unprecedented strength. He was powerless.
Now a mere mortal again, Niu stepped farther into the orbital apartment with shaking legs.
Five gorgeous boys, who had to be this Master's slaves, worked in the open kitchen. They were unrealistically beautiful in a way that would have Niu drool before he had gotten used to the perfection bestowed by Jockhole attire. They were pretty drool-worthy still.
"Uh... hi," Niu said. "I'm here for Ace's party thing. Wait, don't I know you?"
One pretty boy – naked and negated – stepped up to him with a huge smile. "Yep, I'm Lee. We met at the bender bar. You might have seen each of us there."
"You're not slaves?"
Lee giggled cutely. "Masters like to use benders instead. Gives it more of a kick. There are submissive benders after all."
"Makes sense," Niu said slowly, wrapping his head around the situation.
"I'll be with you in a second, but we just finished the cakes and we still need to prep Kyler."
Lee pointed at a tall, slender boy with black hair and narrow eyes.
"Prep for what?"
Lee waved at chains hanging off the ceiling in one of several open living rooms. "When one of us messes up, we chain him there to wait for Master's punishment. Kyler burned a meal."
Niu nodded. "Sure, that'll be a lesson."
Lee laughed. "Not at all. When the Master punishes one of us we first all forget the reason why."
"So, Kyler isn't going to know why he's being tortured. And neither of you can avoid the same mistake in the future," Niu mumbled. "That's really sadistic. I might use that for my slave."
"Actually," Lee said. "For the duration of the punishment Kyler is going to forget pretty much everything, including where and who he is. Everything – except that he deserves to be punished."
Meanwhile, other boys had walked with Kyler to the chains and snapped them around his wrists held high.
Someone entered behind Niu. A notable presence - like a celebrity walking into a room of fans.
As if manhandled by a dozen invisible hands, the teen was forced aside and down on his knees, forehead to the ground.
He heard the other boys getting dragged around the same way and from the corner of his eyes he saw that they were neatly lined up left and right to form a corridor to Kyler.
Niu pissed himself – and then pissed some more. Like a hose, his tugged dick sprayed down until the puddle expanded across his face on the marble ground. The negator plug grew until stretching pain made the boy whimper.
He heard the splashing of the other bender teens piss themselves.
The Master paused in front of Niu.
The teen struggled against the invisible grip to look at the feet in front of him. He was allowed to look – just up to the knees.
A Master was not a person – not unless he wanted to be one. A Master was thoughts and memory and anticipation. He was soft, clean, little boy feet with stubby toes and he was huge, rugged sweaty feet with long toes. He was low cut tennis socks and high cut football socks. He was sandals and leather boots. He was smooth slender calves, veiny calves, monstrously muscled calves and thick, beefy calves. He was nakedness and he was jeans, leather pants, jockstraps and sweats.
A Master was sex made flesh. Every part of it.
Niu pissed and groaned. His eyes were forced to the floor again, his face into his own puddle.
The Master walked along, screens sliding into place to hide Kyler and his punisher.
The chained boy began to scream on top of his lungs before the Master could have reached him – already tortured by unseen hands.
Niu could stand up again.
He received a package from Lee and walked to the freestanding door he had come in from. To the tune of Kyler laughing in tickle-torture pain, Niu left the Master's place behind, glad to regain his power, which now seemed so meager.
*** Partying Hard ***
Techno beats were already droning through Ace's apartment when Niu arrived.
Colorful lights flashed over a lose crown of decent looking guys in tight shirts. Some wore basketball shorts, some sweats and some were bare legged.
It didn't seem like a very sexy party so far. Just a regular sausage fest.
Past the entrance was a juice bar where Shredded Cock supplements waited. It was the kind that changed dicks, as evidence by the dick-prints on many of the guys' pants – or the complete lack thereof for those whose dicks had shrunken.
"There you are," Ace said and took the package off Niu while cloth-bending a jockstrap onto the otherwise nude teen. "I was waiting for this."
"Not as much of an orgy as last time," Niu said.
"Yeah, they're all straight for the moment. Collage sports teams."
A small army of boys rushed into the apartment, led by one of Ace's buff roommates.
"And some highschool teams, too," Ace continued. "We tell them there's free protein shakes and they don't even need much mind control. Anyway, they're obviously not inclined to fuck until we turn them."
"Where's the Jockhole gear?"
Ace unpacked an oval shape – a simple football. "Too much work. This here is an experimental Jockhole item. It'll make this much easier."
Another one of the bender's roommates arrived, bringing two dozen boys in wrestling bodysuits from at least four different schools.
The space was filling up.
"Catch," Ace said and threw the football at Niu.
Somewhat clumsily, the teen caught the object and... nearly dropped it at the sudden surge of horniness. His dick hardened within three heartbeats and pulsed demandingly.
Ace raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to start the game?"
Niu grinned, turned to the crowd of awkwardly chatting, straight athletes in casual sports gear and yelled "Game's on!"
Boners rose, throw by throw.
It took five minutes until everybody was nude. It took five more for everybody to cum. The football was infinitely reusable.
At any moment, the boys and men who had shot their load started a game of catch the ball and within seconds were back in horny action.
Julong had joined the party at the end of his shift, bringing the two Dongs with him.
Niu had handed Julong the football and watched amused as Julong's caged dick gave him trouble when horniness suddenly shot up a notch or two.
The Chinese non-bender had begged to be released from chastity for the party, so of course Niu had extended the chastity period by a week for insubordination – and taken away the negator plug. Julong had barely managed to take a sip of water all night, too busy getting his holes stuffed, getting choked and spanked.
The gym owner would have felt bad about letting a horde of athletes fuck his coworker and friend to pieces but the Fuckhole ability only worked when Julong saw someone he wanted to fuck at least on some level.
Poor Julong was probably not going to be without a dick in his ass and mouth for the rest of the night. He'd still have to spend the whole two weeks chaste, though – no mercy on that front.
Technically, the Dongs were not allowed to know about bender business, so Niu clouded their minds a little. It didn't take much to make the himbo couple think this party was perfectly normal.
And it was pretty normal, for a party at Ace's.
There were a few subtle changes going on with the athletes Ace had brought in. Apparently Ace was walking around and made adjustments himself. Legs were thicker, waists were slimmer and faces were more Asian than they had been to begin with.
Niu had wondered if the whole "Asian-thing" was due to Jockhole or Ace. He probably had his answer now.
Aside from the party being a massive orgy, the most unusual part was probably the drones serving protein shakes and normal drinks. Even though they had fairly different muscular bodies, Niu couldn't tell them apart.
It didn't help that the roommate who made them put them in completely smooth, black masks. Could they even see through some bender magic or were they really blind? It wasn't like they moved around much since they were not allowed to rise from their knees.
Said roommate was currently in the middle of a play-wrestling pile of high school boys with "Beast" label dicks – massive, veiny, semihard packages flopping wildly.
He was probably not up for questions about his drones right now. Ace would know.
Where was Ace?
Niu stepped past a wrestling coach having his "Doombringer" dick sucked by three "Toothpick"-dicked twinks from competing teams, pushed his way past a dozen more fucking couples, and wandered upstairs.
There the older bender was.
Ace jerked off with one hand and touched everybody he passed on the left eyebrow, giving eyebrow slits to boy after boy, just like the ones he had.
Downstairs, a new group of athletes arrived, recruited by one of the apartment's benders. The dance floor down there was getting crammed.
As a response, a dozen jocks rushed up the stairs behind Niu, laughing and play-fighting until they collapsed into a pile. Wading through them would have been awkward, especially since Niu would have rather joined in. His question wasn't really that burning.
He still intended to try some sensory deprivation on Dickbreath tomorrow. What was the use of a slave if he never experimented?
Niu had a look upstairs onto the third floor, where he met Axel, getting fucked by Axel. The top had to be the real one, right? No, wait.
There were a few more. Or a lot more. As the party lights flashed, Niu counted over 30 Axels, all turned into perfect copies of the prototype. There was no way to find the real one.
Two Axels pissed on each other. Four circle-sucked. Six formed a fuck train. Ten danced their hearts out.
The two Dongs crawled along the ground, licking up stray cum.
A football hit Niu in the side. His dick rose.
Come to think of it, he had never gotten to know how tight Axel's hole was.
THE END (for real this time)
It was a long ride and I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what your favorite part was about Niu's journey.