*** 7. Shrine of Dick ***
Missions for trash punks were plentiful but boring. And they didn't pay too well. So in the dorm room Tyrant developed a plan.
"I think we should be a registered gang," the leader said. "With the tagger we can practically do assassinations. Just without the killing, so it stays legal gang work."
Bucket stopped licking Tyrant's ass and looked up. "Are we ready for that?"
"We can try. I'll submit a request tomorrow. Now keep rimming."
Crisis who was balls deep inside Asscunt said, "but we're not gonna get into trouble, right? Don't wanna end up in Fuck You myself."
"I've led a gang before," Tyrant said. "I can manage a registered one, too. Need to recruit though, prolly."
The "Silent Feet" had only just requested provisional gang status when they were called to a mission far out at the edge of the frontier.
Where the grassland turned into shore was an up and coming port town – Shrine of Dick.
Its walls were made of stone, a dick and balls package painted on every segment. The town flag was golden dick on white ground.
In front of the gates were no guards. Instead the town already had high-tech systems installed – a taint scanner. Every visitor had to squat down for their code to be scanned.
And just when the punks thought it couldn't get more obvious, the gates opened to reveal a huge dick and balls statue being built in the middle of town.
As they shoved their hover bikes into the depot, a man with a golden crown approached them. He had dick-and-balls outlines tattooed on various places of his body.
"Yo I'm the chief here. Call me Throatthrash."
"Yo Throatthrash," Tyrant said. "We're the Silent Feet. You wanted our help?"
"Yeah, just have a Hydro-Cola at my place and I'll explain. It's not something I want to discuss in public."
After Throatthrash led them past the massive dick statue, he opened the door to his home which required another taint scan at the entrance, so he and the boys quickly squatted one after another. He let them sit on the ground and brought a can for each punk.
"Aight," the chief said. "I asked you because every other gang has declined my mission. Even if you're only four boys, you might be able to help. I need someone to get rid of a guy."
"Get rid?"
"Yeah... no matter the details. I just need him gone. You see, that's a replica of my dick they're building outside. I want my dick worshipped, all right? So I need to rule the most important town in the entire area. So I need a big port, a train station, lots of workers, machines and so on."
Asscunt chuckled. "NewLaw isn't going to slap down a train station in a frontier city just because you ask for it."
"They will, if I'm the uncontested ruler of the biggest city in the frontier area. So I need you to get rid of my biggest rival."
Tyrant downed his can's content. "And who's that?"
"Duke, the leader of the Banana Bitches. They have a significant presence in the city and he thinks he can call the shots without me on his projects."
The punks formed a circle and spoke among themselves.
"Our first `assassination'," Bucket said. "How about it?"
"If we start off this big," Tyrant said, "we'll be swimmin' in high tier missions soon. We'll be more famous than the fuckin' Ass Raider Punks."
The gang leader turned to the chief. "Yo Throatthrash, we're doing it."
"Perfect. As is custom in this town, kiss my dick to seal the deal."
One after another, the boys kissed the chief's dick on the head. Only Crisis hesitated. Asscunt figured the boy from the past found it weird to kiss a dick without sucking it, too. It was a strange custom.
The four gang punks logged out of the residence by squatting over the scanner strip and walked off.
The Banana Bitches lived in a two story building. Unlike other streets in town, this one didn't fly the dick and balls flag but instead had a wooden board with a banana above the door.
Thumping, synthetic music echoed along the road.
There was only a curtain blocking the way but this building also had a scanner strip.
"That's odd. Gang lairs don't normally have these. Did they just install one to make the chief feel even more rivalled?" Tyrant asked.
The boys got their taints scanned and entered.
The hall was empty but all rooms leading away from it were filled with boys younger than the punks.
In one room five teens gave oil massages to each other, in another they did lap dances against empty chairs and in a third one they practiced deep throating insanely big dildos.
Two boys in yellow jock straps came up to the gang. Each one had a banana tattooed on his neck and above the crotch.
"Yo, welcome to our school," said a Banana Bitch. "Do you want to just take a course or join classes in full?"
"School? We thought this was a gang?"
"We kind of are, but Duke convinced us to try a more sustainable business model. We're the only education center for rent boys outside the capital. Or we will be, once the city joins NewLaw and we get certified."
"Rent boys?" Crisis asked over the music.
The other Banana Bitch launched into a practiced speech. "We can dance on stage, on poles, on laps. We give massages of ever variety. We serve drinks with a smile and we know how to make your whole body cum. Rent us and your party will be a smashing success."
"Okay," Tyrant said. "This sounds interesting. Who's your leader?"
"Duke's the leader. Or I suppose, the principal. You find him upstairs. The room with the star."
"Thanks," Tyrant said. "We'll have a look around."
There was only one room with a star on its curtain. Duke was young but already a bit muscly, so he had to be around 20. His yellow mohawk was probably the inspiration for the gang's name.
He wore a yellow jock strap and had a big banana tattooed under his navel.
"Yo," Tyrant said. "We've been sent by NewLaw to talk to you."
Duke perked up. "Oh, you have? I'm Duke, I'm the leader-"
"We know. I'm Tyrant and we're not officially here."
"You're not?"
"NewLaw only talks to Throatthrash publically, but... we know who really pulls the strings around here."
Duke smiled deviously. "Sounds like NewLaw is smarter than I thought. What can I do for you then?"
"We need you to check by the stronghold. At night would be best, to keep everything out of the public eye. We don't want Throatthrash to notice what's happening until control of the city is ready to be handed over, do we?"
Duke nodded. "Good thinking. I'll be on my way when the sun goes down."
Tyrant clapped. "Since we're already here, though... Can you give us a taste of the Banana Bitches legendary blowjob skills?"
"Four at once? I can take on three, I don't have more time than that. One of you'll just have to fuck my ass instead."
"No problem," Tyrant said. "I'll make that sacrifice for my members."
He reached behind himself and drew the tagger from the utility belt across his shoulder.
Two days later, the boys walked across the chief's doorstep again, lowering their asses and exposing their taints for the scanner.
Throatthrash greeted them with excitement. "I don't know how you did it and I don't want to know. Duke is missing. I've already checked with the Banana Bitches and they have accepted me as the sponsor of their little school project. This city is firmly in my hand."
"I take it you'll recommend us," Tyrant said.
"Sure." Throatthrash pulled out his money transfer tracker. "Show me your hole. I'm paying a premium. However, I might have more work for you later. I just need to figure out who my biggest rival is now."
"Great," the Silent Feet leader said. "Just contact the stronghold and we'll be right here. See you whenever."
Throatthrash pulled his dick out. "Aren't you forgetting a kiss?"
Gangs were required to be identifiable. This just meant adding information to their barcode, but historically gang members had gotten matching tattoos. The Silent Feet were not about to let this tradition die.
With the bottle caps from the "assassination", Tyrant bought a stylized, closed mouth tattooed on each calves' backside.
Since he wanted a constant reminder of the idols he aspired to imitate, he got the ass raider symbol, too – a fist with a raised middle finger. Because everybody knew who the ass raiders had been, it was a reasonably popular tattoo that it didn't look unusual on his pec and between his shoulder blades.
"A bit tacky," Asscunt said. "I feel like the ass raider symbol is out of fashion these days."
Tyrant grinned. "I have the tagger so you better play nice. Now it's your turn."
Asscunt and Bucket got the same lips tattoo on their calves. Only Crisis wanted to hold off on signifying his membership. He was still fairly new after all.
Note: Should they have sided with Duke or is Throatthrash going to be a good leader for the Banana Bitch school? Either way, the Silent Feet will be onto their next mission.
Chapter 8: A Mix Up