*** 13. Mutiny ***
As soon as the Big Bulls had turned on the world's only voluntary chastity machine - combined with their weight-lifting based religion – traffic to the area had increased.
Men who wanted to grow obscenely buff, and were willing to sacrifice their ability to orgasm, slowly trickled in. Then came the tourists who wanted to fuck muscle men and boys.
The Big Bull Den was doing okay, but it needed more infrastructure.
One big project was to create a road leading from the stronghold to the port at the coast and farther, to the Den.
A dozen trash punks – including the Silent Feet – dug the borders of the road which would then be paved with the help of machines.
Digging wasn't how the boys liked to spend their time but there were no other missions that week.
Naturally, the insanely muscled Big Bulls were doing good work, too, but progress was slow.
A group of twenty guys in fancy hip scarfs with big bags came along the dirt road and walked past the workers into the Den.
"What are those?" mumbled Bucket.
"Novices," said G and shook his head. G was a Big Bull working on the road, too, given away by the red dick pouch, the nose ring and that fact that he looked way, way too big to be a teen.
"Not tourists?" asked Bucket.
"Nah. Tourists don't carry that much stuff. Those novices think they have what it takes to be a big bull, but few stick around. They love the idea of the pump but they don't truly understand it."
Tyrant leaned on his shovel. "How many usually stick around?"
G shrugged with his massive shoulders, making his pecs jiggle. "Half of them leave right away, the others at least train for a while. Then half of those leave when it's time to get serious and a few more when we ask them to put on the gift."
"Chastity is a big step," Tyrant said with a grin at Cocksnot, who was immensely frustrated at his inability to cum.
Two novices left the Den fairly soon.
Tyrant stepped away from the digging and approached them.
"Yo, didn't like it with the Big Bulls?"
The men in decorated hip scarfs stopped to talk. "Yeah, we saw what they look like and I wanted to look like that, too. But I don't think I'll ever adopt a training routine this crazy intense. They do nothing else all day."
"I see," Tyrant said. "Too bad, but better to try than to keep wonderin'."
"Right. Bye."
The leader returned to his gang.
"What was that?" Asscunt asked. "Since when do you care? Wait, are you thinking about joining?"
"Hehe. Nope. Just touched both guys with the tagger."
"What, why?"
"Fuck You needs to grow, man."
Five more "novices" left the town an hour later. Again Tyrant stepped up to them and asked. Neither guy wanted to go into permanent chastity for the gain. Especially the three teens said they were too young and had too much cum to give up on using their dicks yet.
Tyrant came back from the conversation happy. He had added five more people to the underground prison.
Asscunt waited until he was alone with Jinx and Bucket.
"Um, can I mention something...?"
Bucket sighed. "This is about Tyrant going crazy, right?"
"Yeah, I think he's taking it too far. We'll be discovered at this rate."
"Right," Jinx said. "If he makes the wrong person disappear, someone will trace it to us."
Asscunt looked over to the gang leader. Three more novices had left the Den and Tyrant was already making conversation.
"Okay then," Asscunt said. "Do you think we can talk him out of it?"
"Honestly..." Jinx said. "I'm afraid he's gonna get rid of us if he thinks we're against him."
Bucket shook his head. "I wish we had just given the tagger back like BossMan wanted us to."
Tyrant sat down with them for lunch inside the Big Bull Den's great hall. He shoved Cocksnot's face into his armpit.
"Lick, slave. Work your way down. Man, you just do want I say now without strugglin', that's so lame."
The leader let the slave get to his crotch, then pushed him off. "I think I'll send you to Fuck You and look for a slave who's more fun. Why does nobody keep resisting? Fight a little."
Cocksnot slammed his fist on the ground. "I... I hate this. I can't live like that. I can't be a sex slave and..." He began to cry. "I thought I was going to get super powers and have fun adventures and parties. Even with all the dick and cum around, I was still okay... I wish you had left me in that vault."
Tyrant nodded. "Now that's more like it. But a bit too depressin'. I'll still get rid of you."
"No! No, you can't send me there. Not to that horrid place! I'll tell everybody what you've done and-"
Tyrant clapped. "I have a more interestin' way of getting' rid of you. Could be fun for both of us. I'll talk to chief Alpha. Come on, gang."
"Yo Alpha," Tyrant said. "Would you take my slave if I gave him to you? Don't want him anymore."
Alpha looked at the gang's slave. "That little thing? Is he ready to join?"
Tyrant turned to the boy from the past. "Here's the deal, Cocksnot. I'll allow Alpha to unbind you under one condition."
"Unbind me?"
"You'd still have the collar and the cage and the number on your head, but you won't be bound to a person. You can go wherever."
"But I'd still be a slave, right?"
"Yeah and you'll prolly have to do slave jobs. Like going back to the forge. But maybe not. It's the best deal you can get in your situation."
"I guess... But what do I have to do?"
"Double your weight."
"What?"
Alpha grunted. "Ah, yes. That should be easily possible within ten to fifteen years. Just follow our diet and regimen."
Tyrant hummed. "Only pure lean muscle mass counts."
"Well in that case," Alpha said, "it's more like fifteen to twenty years. We don't usually go for a particularly lean aesthetic at the Den."
"And..." Cocksnot frowned. "And then I'll be unbound?"
Alpha nodded. "If these are the terms, yes. You'll be free to go wherever and you'll be able to earn bottle caps and own things. Although, you'll still be a slave for many purposes. The number on your forehead will be with your forever."
Cocksnot nodded slowly. "Then I'm ready to become a Big Bull. I'll double my weight."
Alpha grabbed the boy by the shoulders. "Let's get you to a scale then. And let's get you a nose ring, too."
"But... I just ate, a lot. I'm super stuffed. Shouldn't weighing be done empty?"
Tyrant grinned. "You're right. You need to be empty for the weighing... in twenty years when we try to figure out if your weight's doubled. Now onto the scale. And hold my backpack till you're done. Actually, hold all our backpacks. Don't set them down for a second. Hehehe."
In the sleeping quarters of Deep Penetration, three boys pressed a little device onto the skin of a blue haired gang leader.
Then they went to Commander Blaze's office and dropped off the small apparatus. When they informed BossMan, they were told everything would be taken care off.
When the boys returned to the dorm, the robots had already done their work.
In the morning they reported Tyrant as "deserted".
Note: Let's see what the future holds for our trash punks, slaves, rappers etc.
Chapter 14: Epilogue - The Dome