==Chapter 10==
Of all the unexpected things that had happened to Tai today...
It had taken him a moment to realize who the two other himbos were. Their faces looked different when gagged, shiny, drooling and with their hair gone safe for a mohawk. But those muscled naked bastards were Pete and Kellan – in the demon king's clutches.
Had the Oni chosen them because of their contact with him? Tai hoped they weren't here to blame him and take revenge.
No, they just stepped into the fridge and let it close.
Once again he was cast into darkness – but no! This time there was light.
Hilariously, Pete's dildo was a flashlight, throwing a dim cone of yellow rays onto the gay himbo's unrealistically buff legs, bouncing off his sweat-layered skin.
How considerate of the attorney.
Tai huffed a single chuckle into his gag at the sight of the ass-lamp.
The fridge was just big enough that they didn't have to touch as long as they pressed themselves onto the walls. With the dildos intruding their holes, standing with legs closed was almost painful for Tai and apparently the others, too, since all three stood with feet shoulder wide.
They rubbed quads with each heavy breath as they waited for purification.
The air in the box heated up fast and the smell of fresh sweat with a hint of piss grew with every second. Almost every bit of space was taken up by sweating hunk, just barely able to avoid rubbing on each other's torsos.
For half a minute there was only heavy breathing and the occasional muffled groan.
Tai's eyes got used to the ass-lamp's minor illumination. Kellan looked kind of bored, mostly keeping his eyes closed. Pete eagerly took in the sight of his naked – safe for the nub'd dick – companions, even if he tried to be casual about it, circumstances permitting.
The piss pain made it clear to Tai that a flood was inevitable. Sure, the fridge had a drain, but they'd get drenched since the dick cages and handcuffs made it impossible to aim.
Wait, did the other two even have the demonic piss curse?
What if they had no idea his bladder was under the thumb of dark magic and... Fuck, he'd better hold it as long as possible. Maybe this purification would be over soon.
His chest itched... No, the devil face tattoo was... It was moving, under his skin. He felt the others tense up. It wasn't just his imagination – the demon was doing something.
The improvised shrine's walls became spiky, as if giving endless static charges. The runes blurred, or was that just the ass-lamp jiggling as Pete clenched his beefy cheeks?
The trio pushed themselves into the center, skin on skin, to avoid the walls. Tai and Kellan interlinked a leg each, standing at a sharp angle, shoulders touching. Pete slotted into the angle, pressing himself into both their chests. His ass-lamp cast shifting shadows on the blurred wall behind him.
The piss pain was bad enough to leave Tai trembling. He kept his lower body and core flexed to keep the sphincter tight. His breath was going fast.
Kellan let out a whimper and something spritzed onto Tai's incredible thighs.
Their resolve broke all at once and three wild, supernaturally full hoses started splashing in all directions.
Inches from each other's faces, the himbos groaned through the piss-gasms as incredibly relive set in. Piss rained upward in thick droplets from the three `sources' and into their faces where it joined the slow drip of saliva, both then running in streams down their quivering pecs, flexed abs and intertwined legs.
In the middle of pissing – sighing loudly - Tai felt the gag in his mouth dissolve into squishy plastic pieces. The leather strap holding the dildo in place dropped away, and he spat out the vanishing dildo pieces just as the other himbo punks' gags fell away, too.
The handcuffs, also made of leather, dissolved slowly. Tai tried pulling on them to make them break but the chain still ran through his anal hook so he only succeeded in poking his insides.
Pete was the first to break free and slung his hands around the straight demon vessels. His improved arms were strong enough to draw them both closer, squishing all three slick abs together.
The two newcomers' six-packs slid over Tai's eight-pack, their metal nubs clanking together.
Electric jolts raced through Tai as their three pairs of ringed nipples rubbed together while the piss streams finally lessened, turning into a gentle flow down their rippling legs.
The fridge rumbled and shook. Was somebody outside pushing it?
The runes along the walls faded out. The shaking increased. The walls seemed to pulse – receding and closing in over and over. Tai couldn't tell where the door was anymore.
Now ungagged, he cried out as his shackles become undone. He hugged the others and closed his eyes.
...for a moment he felt transported somewhere else. Somewhere no human was supposed to go. He kept his eyes firmly shut.
...
This wasn't what he deserved just for talking to Tai...
Wait, he was Tai wasn't he?
If he went to hell, at least he'd gotten to suck a great dick. Wait, he had never done that... But he remembered lustfully draining Kellan's balls in his car – no, Pete's car.
He was Tai, dammit.
And he didn't even like sucking dick. He was only into pussy. He grunted to himself.
Keep it together, Kellan... or was he Tai?
...
...again he felt transported.
The fridge fell over. The three athletic punks screamed as they dropped into a pile, limbs tangled.
The anal hooks had dissolved or where otherwise gone. Tai's dildo shot from his ass once he hit the now horizontal fridge wall and clenched every muscle in his body.
The light flickered like a stroboscope as Pete's ass-lamp torpedoed from his ass in the same manner.
They groaned in unison.
"Fuck," Kellan said, slowly.
"Fuck," Tai answered. He pulled his arm free and wiped drool off his chin. "Everyone alive and well?"
"Alive yes," Pete said, inches from Tai's face. "And well, too, I think."
"Where's the door?" Tai asked.
"We're laying on it," Kellan said and sighed.
"Okay," Tai said and turned on his back, pressed between the other two. "Everybody push upward."
The fridge budged.
"One more time. Put your thighs into it."
In the streaks of light from below, their lean muscles tensed under glistening skin as they trio shoved the fridge off its door with all their exhausted strength.
The box dropped aside, letting the himbos roll onto the concrete.
"Fuuuck," Kellan groaned with pleasure. "Cool air. Nothing better."
Pete took a deep not-sweat-filled breath and rose. "Hey, I'm not drooling anymore."
"And I don't need to piss," Tai said, getting up on weakened legs. "So it's over?"
Kellan chuckled. "Well I'm still sweating like a motherfucker but I think we're purified."
Tai looked down on his dick. Unlike the rest of the equipment, the tiny cage was still firmly in place. He pulled on it. Was it hooked into his piercing?
"Hey, the Oni's face is gone," Pete said, looking at Tai's pecs. Indeed they were all demon face free. The other tattoos had sadly stayed, like the rest of their `style'.
Kellan got up behind Tai and the buffest boy turned to see if Kellan's pecs were cleared, too, save for the huge HIMBO tattoo.
They were, but... something was different. Kellan was... incredibly fucking sexy.
Tai's eyes wandered up and down the beautiful, shiny hunk, from mohawk and sharp jaw to diamond-calves and abused sneakers.
Their eyes met. They both realized.
"Oh. Fuck," Tai said.
"Fuck no," Kellan shouted. "Fucking hell." He pointed angrily at Pete. "You turned me gay!"
"Wh- Huh?" Pete made – a deer in the headlights of two taller frowning muscle punks.
"The mind meld," Kellan said. "We fucking merged our souls or some shit." He stepped closer to Pete. "Am I a fag now? Did you get my straightness or something?"
"I..." Pete said, quietly. "I don't think I've changed."
The blond guy stepped up right to the short black haired one and stared him down. His breath was speeding up. "I'd fucking kill you if... if you weren't so... you're just that..."
Kellan cupped Pete's face and kissed the shorter himbo, forcing his tongue in. Pete stiffened, then responded in kind.
Tai froze completely. This was simply the hottest thing he had ever seen. His mind had been rewired thoroughly and he felt like his soul had whiplash.
He wanted to fuck them both, desperately. His dick responded, but didn't grow. The cage fit too snuggly to even let him pulsate.
Hesitantly, but out of his mind horny, Tai stepped up to the Frenching couple and slid between them.
Kellan grabbed both other himbos asses. "I wish I could fuck you."
"We need to get out of those cages," Pete said.
Tai took a step back, still holding onto both striated globes. He needed to think logically. "We have to find the attorney. And then get home. We'll deal with everything else later, somehow."
Pete chuckled. "By everything else you mean organize a threesome?"
With a huff Kellan took on a grumpy posture. "Fuck's sake, you've grown balls all of the sudden, fag."
"Hehe, maybe think before you call me that, buddy."
Kellan crossed his arms. "Just to be clear, no dick is ever going into my ass. You are a couple of holes to me, got it?"
"Guys?!" Tai yelled. "I want to go. Get out of this cage. Put on some clothes. Take a bath."
"Right," Pete said. "The attorney promised clothes. Does anyone see... Is he serious?"
On the ground was a triple-pack of speedo thongs, still in its packaging, together with a few bottles of water and a pack of wet wipes.
"Well, fuck," Tai said.
"Guess he didn't have much time to improvise," Pete said.
"Bull."
Kellan tore the package open and distributed the speedo thongs. He kept the green one. Tai had a choice between orange and pink.
He quickly grabbed orange. Pete didn't seem to mind. The gay guy – well, the originally gay guy – reveled in his homo-himbo image as far as Tai could tell.
They used the wet wipes to rid their skin of drying sweat, turning into a trio of incredibly perverse, fucked up looking muscle punk himbos, but not supernaturally affected.
Anyone who saw them would assume they were simply self-obsessed, dick-craving douchey assholes.
"We look tiny," Kellan said.
Tai noticed what he meant. The thongs lay nearly flat on their crotches. It looked as if they had at best half-inch dicks atop low hanging balls. The thongs were clearly displaying their packages but didn't give the cage away.
Freshened up, the three made their way off the premises. They agreed not to go through the mall, instead helping each other across the fence of the construction site.
The worst was behind them, surely.
There's a little more in store than they realize. It's not that over yet.