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Vortex Quest is a story of college hunks fighting and fucking their way through hell as increasingly sex-craving, godly warriors.
Straight to gay. Forced chastity. Increasingly wild fisting. Sex with demons, trolls, kobolds etc. Muscle, cum addiction, piss addiction.
== VORTEX QUEST 1-1 ==
== DEMIGODS IN THE MAKING ==
Purple lighting raged over Chay's dorm in a tree-bending tempest.
Walking down the dark staircase in a tank top, tight briefs and slippers, Chay ran into another student with eyes on the violet flashes outside the window.
Marcus, a lithe, broad shouldered Filipino in nothing but gym shorts and slippers was on the tall side, with a boyish face, topped by a bleach blond faux-hawk.
"Hey, my roommate's not waking up," Marcus said.
"Mine won't either," Chay said.
Marcus bounced on his heels, ready to pace. Chay had only met Marcus during a freelance model shoot, but knew the sophomore's difficulties holding still made him a motivated swim team captain, with a body to match.
Chay was of average height, wiry muscles tense under his even bronze skin. A close cropped fade of his own making emphasized his baby face. The Thai man had gotten serious about putting muscle on his arms and pecs to make up for the overdeveloped lower half from semi-professional cycling, but his ass and legs remained his stout body's focal points.
Purple lightning tinted the staircase in eerie light again.
Chay nervously pulled his tank top down, keenly aware of the steps coming from above. Who else was awake?
Xane, a 5'4'' Korean in boxers and slippers, was a passionate bodybuilder with a sharp undercut. Once subject to height-compensation jokes, the senior's physique had grown too beefy and sculpted for ridicule, placing well in several competitions. He was shadowed by his taller, equally shirtless gym buddy.
Their incredible physiques swaggered down the steps.
Xane gave them a nod, punctuated by a purple flash and thunder that made the window vibrate. "Phones dead, too?"
"As dead as the fuse box," Marcus said. "Uncanny as fuck. Did the lighting drains our batteries?"
Xane shrugged his insanely striated shoulders, tinged with unearthly purple. He turned around to his taller friend. "You're the engineering minor. What's happening? Magnetic field fuckery?"
The tallest group member grunted with a deep, monotonous voice.
Chay raised his hand in greeting. "Hello, by the way. I'm Chay, psych major. This is Marcus, swim captain."
Marcus saluted. "We've met," he said. "Double expresso?"
Xane smirked. "Had forgotten my pre-workout."
"Also forgot to tip me," Marcus added.
The Korean hunk raised a middle-finger with a huge grin. "Anyway, I'm Xane, half-natty bodybuilder, art major." His huge biceps flexed as he pointed behind himself. "The quiet guy, Goro. Needs no intro."
Goro grunted a vague "Hey".
Xane leaned in toward Chay and Marcus with a grin. "He's majoring in communications."
Goro was a six foot Japanese powerlifter turned casual physique-builder, with an enviable v-shaped torso rising from his sweatpants. He had a shoulder-long messy mullet with undercut, kept back by a red bandana.
The huge muscleman had achieved infamy after a crazy ex-girlfriend had leaked his nudes, hoping to tarnish his reputation, instead causing half the female student body and every homo on campus to thirst over his thick eight incher.
As soon as the four men formed a lose circle, the storm ceased instantly as if time had been stopped. Frozen lightning shaped itself into a spear of stark, permanent brightness, more white than purple, aiming right at their window.
"What the f-" Xane started.
A deep, drawling voice echoed around them. <Chosen aspirants! The abyss threatens to spill into your world. You must become avatars of our divine energies to save humanity.>
The lightning spear rushed at the dorm. The window burst and blinding light enveloped the men.
Four pairs of slippers stayed behind as glass rained into the staircase.
===***===
A tumble through a cacophony of galaxies, no way to tell how fast he was going.
Chay landed safely on his feet, his momentum cancelled. His strong, naked feet touched white sand.
The massive Japanese guy, Goro, landed five feet next to him, then Xane and Marcus – all unharmed.
They were at the center of an open arena of bright alabaster and gold, tinted in the hues of a sunrise as wide as the horizon.
Tall, winged beings filled the arena's ranks, made from clouds, rainbows, silent lightning or feathers, clad in bright robes, singing in shifting harmonies.
Four pillars stood at the arena's border, each carrying the face of one of the transported men.
"Holy fuck," Chay said, looking at the stern, oversized replica of his own head.
"Creepy," Marcus said.
"Extremely well done," Xane added, smirking at his own likeness far above.
The voice of the sky spoke again. <Four divine forces will select their avatars now. Demigod-hood awaits!>
Sparks and streaks of light descended on the men.
"Holy sh-" Marcus started. The lean, restless Filipino was the first to be shaken by spasms. He rose a foot into the air.
Chay felt a tingle as the sparks burned away his light body hair as they sank into his skin. The power of Umbra seeped into him with a `briefing' sliding into his subconscious, granting him understanding of Umbralism, plus a primer on the others' powers.
He dropped into the sand. His briefs slipped down, revealing his now missing pube area. He pulled them up just as Marcus landed with an aerial double-backflip.
Xane's 180 pounds of Korean muscle in boxer shorts crashed into the sand with a few lazy sparks still trailing around him.
Goro landed stone-faced and focused.
Marcus hollered with joy. He launched into a cartwheel and stopped with perfect control in a one-handed handstand. His legs opened him into a t-shape. His lithe brown muscles remained utterly stable.
Animus-power had turned Marcus into a graceful martial arts god.
Chay looked down on his hands and began leaking dense black fog. He could let it drip through his fingers like honey, or shape it into rising tendrils.
Xane's obscenely musclebound body flashed with pure light. He had been given the power of thaumaturgy. "I'm a fucking god!" He created a flame in his hand and made it dance in red, green and blue.
<Training begins now,> the grand voice interrupted.
The tall walls of the arena were adorned with insanely ornate, golden flourishes. A section of them flowed into a ring and a swirling teal portal appeared within it.
Translucent, faceless mannequins stumbled from the dimension gate, moving with purpose toward the four avatars.
Chay had created a dark, five foot cloud. He faded to invisibility by instinct. As long as he touched his smoke blob, he would stay invisible, even while continuing the watch the area.
The first three phantoms rushed toward the group.
Marcus spread his naked arms and flexed. Unnaturally white flames appeared on his fists, burning in slow motion. He effortlessly rose ten foot and soared forward.
He met the attackers halfway, plummeting with his foot right into a ghostly non-face. The animus-fighter used the momentum to bounce off the rebounding enemy and – backflipping – rammed his flat palms into a guardian's head each, making them tumble.
The tan man landed elegantly. "Fuck yeah. Eat whitefire, bitches. Uhhh..."
The enemies' broken neck and scorched faces healed as they got back up. More phantoms exited the portal, carrying spectral swords and spears, some wearing helmets.
"Get out of there," Xane yelled. He pushed himself forward in a floating rush and let lightning crackle along his right biceps, collecting it in his hand.
From a raised middle ringer, blinding lighting zoomed at a guardian, who was seared head to toe, translucent flesh exploding.
It dropped a sword. A disembodied hand appeared from nowhere and picked it up, carrying the weapon toward the thaum-mage.
"Don't freak out," Xane yelled. "The mage-hand is mine."
Enemies were practically pouring from the portal swirl now.
Goro didn't say anything. He rushed in with a speed that made sand part like water under a motorboat. He took off like superman, one fist forward, roaring.
Every fiber in his body was pulsating, his already massive muscles hardened and enlarged by mania-power - the divine force of furor.
The first phantom head in Goro's way was simply turned to gleaming splatter. Its body followed as the rest of Goro moved through it.
On contact with the creature's minor armor, Goro's sweatpants were torn from his body, slipping down the insanely thick, veiny legs – which mania-power made even more cut - and falling off his large feet.
His package waved like a flag in the headwind, uncut dick slapping from thigh to thigh.
The powerlifter in bestial rage swung his beefy arm and wiped a second phantom's torso from existence, glassy chunks splattering on the sand.
Goro came to a stop just in front of the portal, his naked physique gleaming in its light, a few wild strands hanging over the red bandana into his face.
He gave an emerging enemy a kick to the face that made it sink back in. Other phantoms exited in its place. The torn apart ones reassembled from their scraps behind the nude violence god as he pummeled the newcomers.
The light clanking of congealing crystal armor was drowned out by the rhythmic humming song of the angelic crowd.
"Behind you," Chay yelled.
The Thai man had little offensive potential, but there was something the subconscious briefing had taught him.
Hiding in his still growing smoke plume, Chay manifested umbral power inside the leg of a phantom rising behind Goro. He `pulled' and made the creature trip. Enough for Goro to notice the danger.
Meanwhile, Xane had imbued the stolen sword with thaum and launched it like a spear, toppling encroaching phantoms. More moved to encircle him. He used the minor levitation their godly powers granted to evade over their heads, charging blue sparks in his fists.
Xane punched the air and a ball of pure frost rammed into the nearest phantom's face. The construct dropped with a frozen brain. For now.
All the latest arrivals wore helmets and more armor. They were adapting.
A lance thrown Xane's way was diverted by a quickly summoned mage-hand. The muscle-wizard charged up another spell.
Marcus spin-kicked his opponents, feet ablaze with whitefire, but each fallen enemy rose again.
They were all getting surrounded. Only Chay's invisibility was keeping him safe. He used his Umbralism to control a limb here and there but making them trip and drop their weapons wasn't going to stop these immortal beings.
Two dozen of the translucent mannequins now loosely circled around the four avatars.
Goro had become isolated. A phantom ran a flail over the mania-demigod's face. Half of Goro's head got shredded. One eye gone, skull scraped open to the brain.
With just one stumble, Goro swung around and dropped his fists onto the guardian like a falling truck.
He roared and the bleeding stopped. His skull mended in fast forward. Mania-power came with incredible resilience.
He kicked the phantom away, his dick flopping at the motion.
Spreading his flexed arms, Goro rumbled a final bestial roar before resuming his stone-faced persona. His eye was growing back in.
"Feels good to be a god, huh?" Xane shouted, firing red lightning.
Goro only gave a grunt.
There were twenty enemies now and the newest had their weapons integrated in their gauntlets, impossible to make them drop. Magic reflecting mirror shields made it harder for Xane to land hits.
The three active demigods were mindlessly fighting a losing battle. They had power. But they were lacking brain.
"Guys," Chay shouted, parting his dense fog around him and returning to visibility.
Phantoms moved his way, but the other men now paid attention.
"We need a plan."
"Do you have one?" Xane asked, his mage-hand struggling to pull a phantom away by the neck.
"Yes!" Chay hopping in superhuman strides toward his companions, his fog lazily trailing after him. "The one Goro pushed into the portal didn't come back out. We push them all in."
The music shifted, the angelic beings on the ranks humming deeper and faster, harps and drums and cymbals sounding urgent. Chay took that as a good sign.
Goro's punches and kicks of brute power along with Marcus' graceful swings and flip, drove the enemies back. Xane could summon a wave of piercing shards every few seconds, disabling a whole group of phantoms for the other demigods to toss toward the spiraling gate.
Even Chay played a role now, throwing his weight against disarmed enemies in his first altercation since middle-school karate class.
It wasn't enough. Four men couldn't surround three dozen suits of living armor.
The phantoms froze.
"Did... did we do it?" Marcus asked.
"Everybody okay?" Chay asked, calming his breath.
"Fuck yes," Xane said, flipping off the audience. "We're gods, you cunts. Don't fuck with us. Am I right, Big G? Oh shit, you got brained. Are you okay?"
Goro hummed. He tied his impressively sized hairless package to his right thigh with his red bandana.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" the thaum-mage asked, raising his fists and adding illusory fingers all around, changing their number.
Goro grunted with an eye roll. His mane fluttered in a warm breeze.
Xane looked at Chay while thumb-pointing at Goro. "Don't let the chill facade fool you. He's always liked being a raging berserker back when we were still gaming together. He's gotta be loving it."
"I'm still a raging berserker," Goro said with a smirk, "but only the chicks know about that."
<Are they worthy?> the sky voice asked.
"Restarting," Chay said. "Watch out."
The phantoms came back to life.
"How the fuck did you know that?" Marcus asked.
"Saw them twitch," Chay said. "Enhanced umbra-senses."
He evaded sword strikes and focused. There were many, but one-on-one the enemy was beatable. Individual phantoms had odd weaknesses.
He stepped into his fog, invisible, and shouted information at his allies. Vulnerable joints here, lack of balance there, weakness to fire on this one, sensitive vision on those two.
The phantoms became faster. Goro was the group's only front-liner able to heal from the occasional stab or slash.
Marcus kept his distance, twirling overhead, backflipping from head to head. He punched the air. Whitefire flew from his fist like an ill-fitting glove and added two foot to his reach.
A spear hooked into the leg of Marcus' gym shorts and he front-flipped out of them, his long, cut dick flying free, unharmed.
Xane had followed Chay's advice and disabled some phantoms with a stroboscopic orb flickering in his palm, despite their lack of eyes. The Korean kicked the writhing guardians toward the portal with his beefy legs, loading more thaum into his hand.
It wasn't enough. As new phantoms arrived, the old ones merged together into larger, sturdier ones, towering over the desperate demigods.
A being of churning light and shadow from the audience was climbing onto the alabaster effigy of Goro's head. The angel's robe gleamed in the eternal sunrise as it drew a blob of darkness from its own skin and threw it into the arena.
The ink blob sailed at Goro, who had again enlarged his muscles to punch extra hard, fibers popping, veins pumping. He rammed his fist into the oncoming blob, his bandana flapping to reveal the tip of his semi-hardon.
The ink sank into his skin and shaped itself into a detailed, chaotic, tribal-style tattoo.
A quick briefing about the Mark of Madness entered Chay's mind. It was a piece of a master meditator's essence, and would lead the berserker in battle with focus and experience.
The `mark' spread up Goro's entire right arm in wild lines. His eyeballs turned as black as the ink.
The frenzied berserker rammed both fists into the nearest phantom hard enough to shatter its head like ice. The recoil sent Goro into the ground, too, but he rammed his feet into the sand to anchor himself, dust geysers around his ultra-muscled legs. The bandana strained to accommodate the muscle growth.
An angel surrounded by dozens of butterflies had ascended Xane's likeness and let a rainbow colored one flutter down toward the mage, who was shooting a fireball at an unarmored phantom crotch.
The `mote' landed on Xane's outstretched hand – an ephemeral gift from an artist, a battery of raw power that thaum could turn to anything.
"Sweet," the Korean physique-builder said. "Eat entropy, cunts."
He sent the rainbow-winged insect at the largest enemy, the mote unnaturally dashing with the speed of a swallow.
The mote impacted on the featureless face and detonated in a nearly foot-wide orb of impossible static, so flat as to look like a 2-dimensional disk, yet with infinite depth.
The mannequin collapsed, its head cut off where the sphere had been. It didn't regrow.
"Shit yeah," Xane said. "Chaos magic fucks."
With the mote spent, Goro had enough of an opening to drive the horde back a few steps. His eyes pitch black, expression focused but calm, the wild tattoo now across his left leg as he stomped on downed guardians' faces, his dick flapping the bandana aside.
The now nude Marcus was getting trapped. The phantoms had combined into some twenty superhumanly large ones, moving fast enough to clip the broad shouldered swim captains' limbs as he flung himself between them, dick flopping.
A silver humanoid on top of Marcus' head-statue sent a palm sized ring from its jeweled arm.
The mate-silver circle snapped into the animus-fighter's hand – a metallurgist's angelic handiwork. The athlete grinned and let whitefire creep along its edge in slow motion.
The `chakram' was a weapon, as dull or sharp as Marcus required, able to move at his mental commands in his vicinity.
The lithe Filipino rammed each foot into a different neck, his ring orbiting him rapidly.
Chay took a deep breath. "Marcus! Go for where the eyes would be."
Suddenly razor sharp, the gleaming chakram was guided just where the animus-fighter wanted it, running across non-eyes and making a whole group of enemies flinch right into his kick.
Marcus danced along the giant phantoms, never touching the ground. His chakram followed him, bouncing from foe to foe.
Chay was getting surrounded. Phantoms wandered into his mist, seeking with outstretched arms.
Why wasn't he getting a gift?
An angel fully clad in folded paper, more origami than person, stood on the Chay-head effigy, searching across the arena.
The invisibility was the problem. Chay made the fog part around him and waved. "Here."
A simple, off-white paper fan fluttered his way. A briefing injected itself into his mind. The fan was nearly indestructible, but not particularly strong. Not a weapon. Kind of useless.
And now the Thai cyclist was totally exposed.
The fan snapped onto his wrist as a weightless paper bracelet – ignored for now.
An enemy was approaching, seven foot tall, faceless, fully armored. Chay analyzed fast, detecting a weakness.
He ripped off his tank-top and ran at the phantom.
Now only on briefs, the wiry man with huge glutes and legs slid on the sand, right between the phantom's grasping gauntlets and speared his shirt on the translucent crystal spikes.
He continued the slide, evading between the creature's legs. This guardian was made for grabbing and so – like the jaws of a crocodile – were weak at opening back up, all their power in the closing motion. The mannequin was handcuffed.
Undeniably, the audience-choir's harmonies turned triumphant.
Slipping back into his fog, Chay examined the fan again, letting it unfold in his hand. He made his thickest fog ooze from his fingers, tracing the fan's folds.
He gave it a waft. The little black cloud followed his movement as if blown by a gust of wind. A bigger waft. His entire mist cloud followed the motion.
"Bro," Xane shouted, lightning crackling in his hand. "They're getting huge. Plan?"
The umbralist stepped from the mist with a grin and looked at the dozen suits of armor, eight foot tall, now supplemented by new phantoms of regular size streaming from the portal.
"They may not have eyes," Chay said, recalling the ones who had searched his fog for him, "but they still need to sense us. And they're too tall for their own good."
A wave of his fan sent a cloud into the titan still struggling with his `handcuffs'. The creature was blinded.
"Goro, Marcus, hit that one. Xane, load up a chaos blast."
Chay's fan gripped his fog like a storm and spread it above the demigods, covering the heads of the overgrown, armored mannequins. The phantoms bent and twisted to escape the fog, but Chay fanned his barrier in their way.
With their enemies blind, the demigods made headway. The mania-warrior's immense power and the animus-fighter's elegant, fiery pushes, drove the titans toward the portal, crowding the newly emerged, smaller phantoms.
Xane finally had the ten second downtime to create his all-deleting chaos orbs – the only thing able to permanently fell the beings big enough to kick an elephant in the head.
Chay was the only one standing still, directing men and mist.
With a crescendo of the angelic choirs, the ghostly attackers were driven back until their resolve crumbled and the last remaining titans crammed into the portal.
The swirling gateway closed under thunderous applause.
"Everyone okay?" Chay asked. He took deep breaths.
"That's was fucking awesome," the naked Marcus said, cut dick semi-hard. "We totally are gods." He tossed the chakram from hand to hand.
"Fuck yes," Xane said, pulled up his boxers and hit a quick, sloppy posing routine.
Goro's bandana was holding up his hair again, leaving him otherwise nude, the uncut cock hanging large and low. "Took me a second to get out of the madness state. But yeah, I'm fine."
The Japanese muscleman's tattoo had retreated to just a few slim, chaotic but symmetrical lines on the front of his neck.
The Korean bodybuilder-mage created a new mote with a minute's concentration. An icy white butterfly appeared on his shoulder from a sparkle of power.
Chay looked up at the eternally gorgeous sky. "What now, Voice?"
<You may be able to survive the abyss and fight the threat to humanity. To enter the abyss, you must cross `the exoteric reaches' – the limbo between dimensions, where realms merge. Many a monster lives there, in the fragments of worlds betwixt.>
"You can't send us to the abyss directly?" Chay asked.
Where the guardian's portal had been, a new gate opened, deeper and swirlier, darkness and starlight mixing.
Four men looked at each other. Chay could tell they were nervous to say the least – but eager, too. They just needed someone to take charge.
"Here goes nothing," the Thai hunk said and took the leap of faith into limbo.
The others followed in no time.
===***===
A tumble through a kaleidoscope were gravity shifted violently, the group drifted along a path of heavenly light.
They crashed into each other in the space-time rainbow cacophony. Goro grabbed Xane and Marcus by the hips and held them so neither men would touch the other's dick.
Chay held onto Goro's massive traps from behind, careful not to touch the perfectly sculpted glutes.
They popped out above a beach, dropping at lethal speed.
Foaming white water formed a lake a few miles across. The ring of volcanic black sand beach around it was disrupted by girthy limestone pillars topped with palm trees.
The lake was set on an island in a starry void. Beyond the edge of the beach and all above was a black sky, where gleaming galaxy fragments in every color of the spectrum drifted, making the area bright as day.
Goro zoomed on down and crashed into the dark sand with little slow-down. The other three demigods reduced their fall speed. Xane did a superhero landing, one knee and one fist on the ground, Marcus landed elegantly on one foot, arms spread.
Chay touched down last, already scanning the beach for danger. The lake kept sloshing without an obvious reason to move.
"Demonic as fuck," Xane said and let volcanic sand run through his mage-hand. "But cool as shit."
"It's gorgeous," Marcus said. "You think once we're done we can have this vacation spot as the reward?"
"It's missing the Pina Coladas," Chay said.
Marcus nodded. "And the hot chicks."
"Yeah," Xane said. "A tropical beach needs beach babes, worshiping my muscles." He flexed his biceps and his white butterfly landed on the right peak.
"Don't talk about girls now," Chay said. "I'm more riled up than I've been in years. I fought for my life. I'd fuck any chick in this state."
Goro smirked. "I could go for a pussy or two."
"Yeah? I could go for three," Xane said.
Chay grinned. "Weak. From experience, I can do four chicks in one day."
"Pussy and ass," Xane added. "Legendary stamina."
Marcus straightened his posture. "Oh yeah? Well, I could fuck five. Pussy, ass and throat, each of them. And I'd still swim laps in the ocean."
The ground shook.
A 30 foot scorpion emerged from the sand, chitin shimmering in the multicolored starlight all around. As the monster-bug unburied itself, sand filled the hole it left and the men hop-floated back to avoid being drawn into the shift.
Behind them in the foam lake, something large burst through the surface. A blue hydra reared its five serpent heads, hissing as froth streamed down its scales.
"Fuck," Chay said and tuned his umbra-senses to the enemies. He began pouring gray fog from his body. "Uh... okay. The hydra has no armor. It will try to drown you if it manages to bite you. So it will try to bite you, mainly."
"Any weaknesses on that thing, boss?" Xane asked, eyes on the scorpion which aimed its tail over itself right at the group.
"Uh... Don't get stung. I think legs and belly are the best target."
"Gotcha," Goro said and slammed his fists together. "Which one do I take?"
Chay felt their eyes on him. Both creatures started moving in. "I have to figure out the scorpion better. Goro, stick with me. Xane and Marcus are good at range. Don't get drowned."
Goro rushed at the scorpion, roaring. He took flight in a burst of black sand and dashed past a claw aimed at him. The nude berserker landed underneath the scorpion and pushed himself off the beach to slam into the creature's stomach.
Chay fanned fog into the scorpion's face but it didn't disorient the beast. The creature didn't rely on sight much. Different tactic then.
He let the dense smoke fade and made a misty white cloud pour from his body, growing it until an area of 20 feet had a coat thick enough for others to hide in.
Staying under the creature, Goro had an easy time evading the stinger but the claws were agile enough to threaten him.
Chay mentally commanded the claws to cramp up each time it got too dangerous but they remained sharp enough to injure the berserker with a swing and Umbralism wasn't strong enough to divert a limb that large.
Marcus swam across the foamy sea, his chakram zooming around the left-most hydra neck and slowly slicing it through. Xane had stayed on the beach and summoned an orb of lightning every five seconds, which he lobbed at the serpent. The crackling projectiles were missing as often as they hit.
Goro flung himself at a scorpion leg and tore. Muscles popping impossibly, veins pulsing underneath, the mania-warrior had eyes of pure black again, his mark of madness spread across his back.
Chay found it strange that the scorpion wasn't committing to tail-strikes, holding back as if careful not to hit the ground too hard. A weakness.
"The tip!" Chay shouted from his invisibility mist. "The tail tip is breakable. But don't touch it!"
Goro dashed away, toward a rock pillar. A claw swipe hit him from behind and he was slammed into the sand.
The totally nude mania-warrior laid still with a wound across his back. He pushed himself up, trembling, not even making it onto all fours before collapsing again.
"Xane, help!" Chay yelled. He fanned his coat of fog over to obscure Goro's position as the berserker's large cut healed.
The short, chiseled thaum-mage abandoned his task and flung his prepared liquid fire at the scorpion instead.
Goro dragged himself out of the fog, barely bleeding. He leapt up the sheer rock wall ahead.
Marcus had disabled one serpent head, leaving it dangling off the hydra's main body only by the spine, the wound scorched by whitefire. He started knocking out the teeth of the next head while his chakram ran along the head's throat.
The hydra's middle head sank its teeth into the broken one and tore if off, twisting to break the spine.
It flung the severed head and neck at Marcus who was too surprised to evade and got dragged into the foam waters as the massive appendage crashed into him.
"Fuck," Chay said. "Xane, break the scorpion tail! I'm going after Marcus."
The wiry Thai man threw himself into the lake. The water was mostly soapy foam, barely granting buoyancy. He had to use his power to stay afloat.
Chay propelled himself to where Marcus had sank. He realized only now that the hydra hadn't closed the distance. It refused to leave the lake. A weakness he should have seen sooner.
Below five feet of foam, the lake turned more dense, liquid and buoyant. Visibility remained low.
Chay found the martial artist. He was not dead. In fact, he was holding his breath, forearms aglow with pale slow-motion fire.
The men spotted each other through the haze. Marcus threw his chakram at Chay – no, behind him. A hydra head was diving for them.
Chay had to surface for breath.
Above the false water, he collected fog in front of his mouth as an oxygen reservoir and hoped it would work as intended. Back down he went.
The men floated at the border between loose and dense foam, circling around the creature which had trouble following them. Multiple heads dove in, mouths open, and snapped at nothing. One head came close enough that Chay had to command its jaw to seize up. This told the creature where they were.
Chay pulled Marcus upward. They were at a disadvantage here. They had to fight on land.
Chay's briefs slipped off his foam slick body, heavy with water. He had to hold onto Marcus and let them go, his uncut cock exposed in its divine smoothness.
As they emerged, Chay saw that Xane had ripped apart the venomous tip of the scorpion's tail. Horrid green dripped off the tattered chitin pipe, onto the creature's black armor. Puddles of toxic green were forming on the beach, limiting where Xane could levitate to as he kept dancing around the beast.
"Are you shitting me?" Marcus said.
The severed hydra head was regrown. Chay understood right away. "Only the middle head matters. It's the main head and the only one we can hurt permanently. That's why it sacrificed one from the edge."
"Gotcha."
Chay evaded toward the beach, the hydra ineffectually snapping at his fog trail. He fanned a dark cloud at the main head to blind it and let more fog pour from his body to obscure his position.
Marcus stayed behind and sent his razor-ring to the central neck of the serpent array.
At the beach, Chay's naked body dried rapidly. He fanned his fog ahead of him and hid in it.
Xane wiped toxic green off the ground with a casual gesture to give Chay room to stand, then shaped a dripping fireball between his palms.
A roar echoed from the top of a rock formation.
Goro jumped down, an uprooted tree held over his head. He sped up on the way down, ramming the tree into the scorpion's back like a derailed train.
The monster was pressed into the sand, legs splaying.
Chitin cracked.
Goro had jumped right underneath the broken tail's ceaseless stream of venom. He got coated and screamed in pain as his skin was acid burned by green sludge so destructive it even dissolved his bandana along with his hair.
As the berserker dashed away, the toxin drizzled into the creature's wound, making it burn itself.
Goro flung himself into the foam lake.
Chay shouted at Xane to get away as the scorpion thrashed madly.
"Is it dying?" the mage asked, landing next to the umbralist.
"Slowly. But it's vulnerable now."
Xane walked to a rock the size of his pecs, lifted it with little issue and guided his throw into the steaming wound where the chitin had broken.
Behind them, the hydra was giving up its advantage to flee onto land, bleeding where Marcus had sliced the necks of the main head and any that had moved to intercept.
Goro emerged under the hydra, pushed off the monster's own body and rammed his fist into the right-most head, shattering the creature's jaw.
Xane tried to levitate away as the scorpion rushed him, claws and broken stinger flailing. Chay made the creature's legs falter and its claws cramp but a swipe hit the Korean bodybuilder and sent him rolling in the sand.
His thigh had been bisected. The creature had tried to snap him in half but Chay had just managed to keep the claws from closing. A bright butterfly - the mage's mote - rammed into the wound and spent itself. Much of the flesh knitted itself back together instantly.
The injured bodybuilder crawled backward, leaving behind his boxers the claw had ripped apart. The fabric dissolved in a streak of acid.
The hydra made landfall. Foam ran off the serpent body from which new auxiliary heads grew. It thrashed under the fist-ramming of Goro and the slicing of Marcus.
The berserker's muscles bulged as if his body was made of nothing else. Pure black eyes, the mark of madness stretched across his chest now.
His semi-hard dick flapped during his erratic maneuvers. The nude mania-warrior threw himself back and forth between the beach and the hydra like a living projectile.
His burned skin was nearly restored. Even his long mullet grew back as his scalp healed, leaving only the sides of his head smooth.
Marcus' dick flopped around even more so as he spun and chopped at the hydra with the edges of his whitefire hands.
Chay fanned fog over Xane who dragged himself backward with his face contorted in pain.
The scorpion was barely dripping venom anymore. Chay went on the offensive. Umbra-power didn't bestow as much strength on him as Marcus now had, let alone Goro, but he had gained superpowers and he had to step in while his friends were busy.
Able to tell exactly where the chintinous creature's weight was resting, Chay could hop around underneath the beast and kick its legs with his powerful feet just as he caused a spasm in the monster's joint.
The scorpion kept stumbling, growing weaker from its own poison.
At last, Goro stood on the hydra's body, his arms wrapped around the mostly sliced off neck. He ripped with all his might and the spine snapped.
As the main head was torn off, the whole creature convulsed to death.
Xane had mostly knitted himself back together. Thaum had let him merge his torn flesh inch by inch as he kept dragging himself farther from the battle.
Goro flung the serpent in his arms at the scorpion. The hydra's slack mouth enveloped the scorpion's head.
Goro jumped and rammed his feet into the hydra head to make it bite down. Chitin cracked once more. The dead foam-dweller's bite gave the giant bug the final blow.
The berserker didn't watch. He scanned the beach, his tattoo retreating. "Xee, you okay?"
Chay dismissed his mist layer and the demigods reconvened where Xane was laying.
Marcus shaped his quickly drying hair back into a faux-hawk. Goro reached for Xane's hand and dragged him to his feet. The mage's thick, cut dick dangled freely, his hands rubbing coarse sand off his bubble butt.
Two immense corpses bled silvery sludge into the lake. Monster blood filled the air with a coppery smell as the false stars of the exoteric reach trailed overhead.
To the tune of a churning lake, the four naked men breathed a deep sigh.
===***===
The naked college students had retreated onto a large, flat rock, facing the turbulent, unreal lake in silence.
Goro had used a tree vine to tie his hair up. Marcus wore his chakram as a bracelet – the edges dulled at his will. Xane had pumped power into a green speckled butterfly that lazily fluttered between his knees. Chay made fog-waves with one hand, the other cupping his hairless crotch.
"Fuck it," Goro said.
He turned away from the others and started jerking off.
Xane chuckled into the stunned silence. "You know what? Same." He turned the other way and rubbed his own semi-hardon.
Chay averted eye contact and reached for his quickly hardening dick, sensing Marcus doing the same.
"Man," Marcus said. "This place really needs some beach babes."
"I'm hungry," Xane noted. "Almost as much as I'm horny."
Chay was hungry, too. He had no plan but he hadn't wanted to be pessimistic.
<Worthy demigods!> came a voice from everywhere.
Chay stopped jerking off as did two other men. Goro kept going. The slapping of his balls intensified along with his breath.
<You are chosen to be mankind's defenders from the abyss, where demons aim to launch an invasion.>
The voice in the sky was not complaining about Goro jerking off so there was no reason to hold back. Chay reached for his dick and worked it, one hand on the shaft, the other on his balls. The newfound smoothness was distracting but sexy. Marcus and Xane followed his lead.
<Demons will soon breach the barrier between their realms and your world. It will be up to you to roam the infernal realms, confront hellish champions and destroy six infernal vortices.>
Marcus huffed. "At least it's not six-six-six many."
"Cool," Xane said, his torso flexed as he rubbed one out. "Where's the pussy, though?"
<As you descend, the forces of light can bestow precious few gifts upon you. The hells will plague you with dark, tempting powers to break your will - hunger and lust. We are strong enough to eliminate one of these.>
Chay forced himself to listen, even as he was flush with pleasure.
<We can take your need to satiate hunger, or curb your sexual urges. Not both. Choose wisely.>
"Easy," Marcus said. "No hunger. I still wanna fuck."
"Yeah," Xane said. "Sex yes, hunger no. Easy."
Goro grunted in agreement. Chay met their gazes, careful not to catch an eye-full of dick.
<If you choose to eliminate hunger, we will still do our best to curb temptations, but beware of the multitude of possible consequences when you give in to sexual urges.>
"So we can fuck," Xane said. "We just gotta be careful."
"Hehe," Marcus laughed. "Cock-tease time."
Chay nodded. "Then I also vote to eliminate hunger."
Sparks trailed their abs. Chay had had been famished, but no longer. Slowly, he was edging closer to orgasm.
<The portal out of limbo will soon open. You shall receive final guidance, be able to understand any language you may find in the abyssal realms and - as the light's final parting gift - let us curb your most obvious path of temptation.>
Chay's erection slipped from his hand, seconds before he had reached the point of no return, as he was blinded by light. Knowledge got slapped into his memories, names and concepts, as if he had read a briefing pamphlet on the realm he was headed to.
As his vision cleared, he tried to grab his erection again and found it gone.
"What the fuck?" Marcus shouted.
The four men rose and stared at each other.
Looking down on himself, Chay's dick seemed to have shrunk and been squeezed into a silver dome, half an inch across, almost flat on his body.
The tiny, weightless metal bit was highly ornate, covered in baroque swirls and curves but had one central feature - a rifled slit, too small to see inside, but the metal seemed to continue as a tube into his body.
He pulled on the nub. There was no obvious means of attachment. His dick had simply become a micropenis squeezed into a tiny dome.
Same for the other demigods.
"Fuck you!" Xane screeched, voice cracking. "Give me my dick back."
Goro shoved two fingers in his own mouth and slicked them up, meanwhile fingering his nipples with the other hand.
"I was sooo close," Marcus wined. "Just let me cum."
Chay felt the point of no return slowly retreating from his grasp. He rubbed his nipples, hoping to kick himself over the edge, but his orgasm stayed just out of reach. "Ugh, we didn't agree to this aegis. I'm too horny for this shit, take it back."
Goro grunted and rammed his spit-lubed fingers up between his legs, eyes closed with a grimace of exertion.
"Dude," Xane said. "What are you doing?"
Goro didn't look at him and kept finger fucking his own ass, knees slightly bent, massive thighs spread for access. "Prostate milking. I've cum like that before."
Chay was willing to try just about anything. He spat on his fingers.
"Seriously?" Marcus asked. "That's a thing? I mean, I tried putting a finger up there once but..."
Chay worked two fingers into his hole. It was so much tighter and resistant to intrusion than he had expected. In porn, bitches seemed to take it up the ass like it was no big deal.
Xane was following his example. He hammered one finger, then two up his hole, trembling legs apart in a light squat.
"Seriously?" Marcus asked again.
Chay found his prostate. An erotic jolt zoomed from his intestines into his dick where it died. "Can any of you still feel your dicks?"
"Nah man," Xane said. "Zero sensation. But I'm feeling something up the hole now. Ooof, this is not how a real man jerks off. Fuck your `aegis', sky-jackass."
Chay rubbed his inside with two fingers of a still hand, but had to occasionally hammer his hole to keep the sensation fresh. His heart was racing like it hadn't even during the fight. He was too horny to even feel humiliated by the act.
Xane pulled his fingers out and took an even more squat-like stance. He fingered his nipples with both hands and grinned.
"What is he doing?" Marcus asked.
A brief glance let Chay see the Korean bodybuilder's cheeks pulsing as an invisible hand rammed into him. "Using his mage-hand," the Thai athlete confirmed.
Marcus chuckled.
Chay envied the thaum-mage, but his orgasm was already approaching – at glacial speed.
Marcus had put a hesitant finger up his hole, from behind unlike the others who went in from the front.
Goro seemed to briefly `frenzy', his veins and fibers popping, his muscles undergoing one pulse of growth. White slush drizzled from the slit in his aegis like a popping soap bubble of goo. He groaned, thighs quivering as he creamed.
"Ugh," Marcus made. "I can't figure it out. I'm sooo horny, it's killing me."
"Xee," Chay said. "You got a spare hand. Help him out?"
The nipple-fingering Xane met his eyes. "I need my fingers where they are."
Goro gave his shorter gym buddy a light slap on the neck. "Don't be a dick. Help a friend. You'd do it for me."
The baffled thaum-mage looked back and forth between the group members and shrugged. His squat stance relaxed. "Markie-boy, pull out. I'm going in, hehe."
The tall swim team captain broadened his stance and let his hands find his nipples instead.
He yelped as Xane's magic fingers – currently invisible - slid into his ass. "Ugh, yeah, that's my, ugh, prostate, I think. Fucking hell, this is so embarrassing. I've never been this horny around bros."
Goro, jizz still sliding off the indents of his thigh muscles, had lubed the fingers of his other hand and rammed them into Xane's ass.
"Hey hey, no!" the shorter muscleman shouted. "I didn't say... fuck, ugh. If you're gonna help out at least do it right."
Xane and Goro faced each other and the mania-warrior went in from the front to let his hooked fingers find the spot.
Chay cummed almost at the same time as Marcus. White goo splattered in pathetic explosions from his slit, flung about by the rifling, caking his strong quads and even hitting his lower abs with errant drops.
There had been no orgasm. His horniness was basically the same.
"Fuck. Did I not do it right?" Chay asked. His fingers was still inside him but the sensation had turned from pleasurable to irritating. "I cummed but I didn't, like, cum."
Goro looked at him. "It's supposed to take practice, but yeah, it's not a full, hard O. Just takes pressure off."
Xane creamed from his own aegis with a pained squeal. Cum splashed over his body but most of it splattered onto Goro's forearm who pulled away in disgust.
"Warn me." Goro flung his arm at Xane, splashing the man's face with his own cum. Then he jogged to the foam lake to wash himself.
"Sorry, pal," the trembling Xane called after him. "Didn't realize till it was too late. As you said, no big O."
The others followed to the sea, led by Chay. Xane used magic to wipe the cum off his face.
As they soaped themselves down, Marcus asked, "It's not gonna be like this from now on, right? I'm still too horny to function. I need to fuck like a man."
"I don't know," Chay admitted. "The aegises seem pretty much welded on. We'll see what the abyss is like."
As if responding to his keyword, a portal appeared next to them. Golden wings of stunning, layered ornamentation in extreme detail swung open to reveal a swirling tunnel.
Their nubs shimmered with pure radiant light.
"Shit, you know what that means," Xane said. "Demon on the other side."
"We're really doing this," Marcus said. "We're plunging into the hells, to save humanity buck-ass-naked, huh?"
"Couldn't the sky fucker give us armor or something?" Xane mumbled.
Goro nodded at the mage's chastity-clad dick. "Don't give them ideas."
Xane flexed his shoulders. "Heroic nudity it is."
<In the abyss we will not be able to reach you anymore. We hope to have given you enough knowledge to eliminate the first vortex, which we have judged to be the easiest. May the light bless you, demigods.>
Four bare muscle asses pointed at the lake as the hunks stepped toward the divine gate, taking one more deep breath, tense and horny.
===***===
See you next time for the beginning of the real story, where the forced gay sex craving finally begins with a truly demonic cumshot.