*** 5. Muscles Over Mind ***
For the next week, the trash punks delivered goods and messages between Deep Penetration, Crimson and surrounding farms.
In the cafeteria Crisis downed a Hydro-Cola. "Yo Asscunt, isn't it forbidden to fuck in public?"
"Yeah."
"But those clone thugs have been flip flopping in the corner for five minutes."
"Yeah. And so? Are you going to report them?"
"...I guess not."
A man with a buzz cut, black mohawk entered the space. He wore the usual frontier thong and had diverse, long-healed scars all over his body. He was full of tattooes.
"Oh shit," Asscunt said. "That's Commander Blaze. He runs the stronghold according to BossMan's plans."
Blaze spotted the fucking couple, ran over and kicked the fuckee in the waist. "Is it so hard to wait till your shift's over, clone bitches?"
The pink haired thugs #27 and #40 scrambled to their feet and pulled their thongs over their hard, wet dicks. "We're sorry, sir."
"Cleaning duty for a month. Starting now. Grab a mop."
Then Blaze turned around and faced the trash punks. "And you... I've been looking for you."
"Uh-oh," made Tyrant.
Blaze sat down with them. "We got news from Strongvale. Ever heard of that?"
Tyrant perked up. "A mission? Yes, we know of Strongvale. The freed slaves went there after Root Cage's mines closed."
"Yes. Apparently they're ready to join civilization without putting up a hassle. NewLaw would like to have the frontier move that far out so the Strongvale folk can get a lot of concessions... except one."
Asscunt was quick on the uptake. "They'll ask for their chastity cages to be removed."
"Right," Blaze said. "The mass-freeing was a unique event, because mines are usually not established at the frontier. So they got their collars removed, which I think has never happened before. But chastity stayed on."
"And you need us," Tyrant said, "to tell them there's no way to change that."
Blaze nodded. "If such a technology existed we could face a slave revolt. They need to stay on."
Tyrant sighed. "I only hope they don't start a battle when they hear `no'."
Strongvale stood out in the grassland since it was built on the only significantly raised part of land in a vast stretch of savanna. The gates of its metal walls were flanked by red flags showing a bull's head.
The punks were greeted outside by two outrageously buff men. They had big nose rings and wore red pouches over their dick and ball packages.
"Yo! You punks from Deep Penetration?"
Tyrant hopped off his hover bike. "That's us. We're here to talk to the Strongvale chief."
"This isn't Strongvale anymore," said one massive man. "This is the Big Bull Den. The chief's waiting inside."
The gate got opened for them and the trash punks entered a town made from planks and cobbled together SparkSteel plates. Several things were striking.
The color red was omnipresent, everybody had a big nose ring and every single guy was ridiculously buff.
"Wow," Asscunt said. "I know there are town where training is taken more seriously than in others, but everybody here is so fucking jacked. From the young boys to the old man – it's all muscles, muscles and muscles."
He and Bucket were already hard in their thongs, but Crisis seemed less thrilled.
"Is everybody here on steroids?" asked the kid from the past.
Tyrant nodded. "I forgot that in your days, not everybody became muscular after their teen years. We are genetically adapted for that shit, though. Some protein X flavors also contain muscle enhancing substances. You're not supposed to eat them before 18, since they stunt height growth."
"Now that you mention it," said Bucket as they passed a group of massive boys, cheering on a wrestling duo, "the teen's here are all a bit short."
The chief was, naturally, super thickly muscled. He wore his mohawk in a long braid and was the only man with a red loin cloth instead of a dick pouch.
"Yo punks," he said.
"Yo chief," Tyrant said and stepped before his unit members. "I'm Tyrant. Nice place you got there. Would make a good addition to civilization."
The massive man grinned and waved them into his hut. Inside were loads of weight plates, dumbbells and ropes. The equipment took up more space than mattress, table and other furniture together.
"I'm chief Alpha." said the man. "Before we continue, let me make one thing clear. There's a demand we won't budge on, no matter what."
Alpha pulled his loin cloth aside and showed off his chastity device - a black layer over his dick and the root of his package, perfectly stiff but flexible where it needed to be. The high-tech application felt like real skin on the surface except that it numbed the underlying dick.
Even Crisis had already learned that there was no way for a slave to jerk off. Chastity tech was so advanced that all vibrations or other attempts at getting to orgasm were fully negated by the cage.
Tyrant sighed.
Alpha dropped the cloth over his cage again. "We want the technology to put people into chastity. The same one slave auctioneers have access to."
The punks were stunned into complete silence.
The chief laughed. "I see. You thought we want rid of these gifts. No no, we Big Bulls have learned what can be accomplished when the primitive need for cumming is transformed into... the Pump."
He picked up a dumbbell while talking and absentmindedly did curls. "See, pumping up muscles actually feels much better than orgasming once you get used to it - as long as you take it to an extreme and help a little with some chemical enhancers. Our community quickly attracted muscle worshippers who wanted to grow buff with us."
"Okay?" Tyrant said, having found his voice again.
Alpha dropped the weights. "The problem is, those newcomers don't have the gift they need. They could sign a slave agreement with us, sure, but most prefer to remain uncollared and free. They just want to get big with the Pump."
"Let me get this straight," Bucket said. "You want to put more men into permanent chastity. And they go along willingly."
"You only sound surprised because you haven't experienced what can be done once jerking off is no longer an option."
"Fine," Tyrant said. "But you'd have to select boys and men who want that. So your settlement isn't gonna have a constant flow of people. How d'ya think trade will happen? Shouldn't you structure this as a gang instead of... a quaint little town far out in the wilderness?"
Alpha let out a hearty chuckle. "You don't think people would flock here for a chance to fuck their way through the Big Bull Den? With everyone here in chastity, we depend on anal milking, and I have no intentions of importing dildos."
Asscunt sighed. "A town filled with huge men with hungry asses. I think I'll switch from mostly bottom to total top."
The chief grinned. "So you see how we'll attract a healthy number of travelers. For Big Bulls to flourish, we'll need a lot of materials, though. Let's negotiate those... after milking a little."
The two men from the gates entered the hut, went down on all fours and presented their insanely big bubble butts. The chief dropped his loin cloth and took the same position.
Looking at the punks, Alpha spoke with mock-surprise. "Oh no, there's four of you but only three of us in here." He flashed a grin. "Looks like poor little me will have to take two at once."
Tyrant decided he was going to fuck the chief without even asking his members. Crisis joined him.
"Let's see," mumbled the boy from the past, "what double penetration feels like. I guess I should try to get used to all sorts of sex here, after all."
Bucket and Asscunt had a quick discussion about who was dripping more precum, the punks or the Bulls, but quickly decided to just fuck already.
They took it slow. Milking required time after all.
Back at the stronghold, Blaze was happy to hear the talk had gone well. So happy in fact, he grabbed some of his men and drove over to Big Bull Den to check the place out for himself. The Big Bulls would soon get their requested chastity processor.
A day later, the punks were driving supplies between Crimson and the surrounding farms when they were stopped by a man with tattoos ringed around his limbs and torso.
"Yo, punks," he said.
Tyrant stopped first and hopped off the bike. "Yo, whatup man? You're not from here with those tatts. Darkbane?"
The man with a shaved head nodded. "I'm kinda on the run. I owe bottle caps to a lot more people than I can take on."
"Sucks for you. We ain't mercenaries, though."
"I don't want you to fight, I want the bike. I need to get away from NewLaw and even the frontier isn't far enough out. You can just get a new one from the stronghold, right?"
"Sorry, bro, but we'd get into trouble if we let anyone take this. It's owned by Deep Penetration and-"
"If you give me the bike, I can make you the most powerful boy on this side of Far Summit."
Note: Would you join the Big Bulls or just visit? And how powerful can Tyrant become? Find out soon.
Chapter 6: Fuck You Again