==Chapter 3==
When we left off, Tai was jogging back to the tram station with a semi hard-on in a jockstrap hidden under a tank top.
...
The sweat was an even sheen, the drool had slowed to a trickle, the piss pain was still in full force. Technically, things were going well with the demon fight, but he felt outrageously fucked over.
Within a minute, the tank top was sweat soaked, making his nipple and belly button rings stand out sharply.
Tai was too horny to think clearly. He wasn't fully erect anymore but he had been hard for, what now, 45 minutes total?
He needed to jerk off. There was no convenient back alley so he pressed himself into a doorway and pulled his top up to his pecs. His rapidly hardening boner slapped against his cut eight pack.
The muscle boy grabbed his dick with his right hand and his balls with the left and jerked off. Glancing left and right with panicked head turns, Tai put his entire body's improved power into rubbing one out.
It took all of 30 seconds before he had an intense orgasm that made his massive legs quiver.
He couldn't tell how much he'd cummed or if he had cummed at all because the load was overtaken by piss, shooting in harder bursts than cum strings every could.
Tai pissed for longer than usual. He counted the seconds, still glancing to the sides with terror. Where twenty seconds of a solid stream had rarely been exceeded, it was now only halfway.
Despite feeling drained from orgasming, his piss-gasms still made his rippling back muscles tremble. Where jerking off had been quiet, the pissing relieve made him moan.
Almost a solid minute of piss. Tai's eyes watered at the eventual climax of the deluge, making him flex his monstrous legs to shoot out the last few bursts.
There was no way he'd go unnoticed in the tram with this much piss.
But he needed to keep going. He could get there by foot and stick to side alleys. Or maybe he'd catch the tram and go only one station at a time.
Jogging toward the station, Tai noticed that he was no less horny and not getting less erect. The internal pressure from his bladder kept his dick on morning wood levels of hardness – a three quarter boner.
Also, he realized that the snakebite piercing kept him from fully sealing his lips. There was a fine line of drool no matter what he did.
Already the tank top was fraying at the bottom. Now he felt extra fucked over.
His plan was thus: he'd get off at every station to piss and make his way one tram at a time. It would take forever but he wouldn't get into trouble. Probably.
The tank top's lower half dissolved, exposing his eight pack. Tai scrambled to hide his boner in the jockstrap pouch, then covered the tent with his hands.
There was no way he'd get through multiple tram rides without being reported. But he had to get off at every stop to piss. What could he do? How long would walking take?
The muscle god wiped sweat from his eyes as he crossed the road. A car stopped before him.
"T-Tai? Taisuke, from engineering class? Is that... you?"
Tai turned to see an Asian boy leaning out the driver side window of a two seater Smart car.
"Uh..." Tai said at the stranger and drooled past his snake bites. "Sorry, who?"
"Fuck, you look hot- good, I mean good. I mean nice, healthy. It's me, Pete. We had a few classes together. Man, you've improved."
Tai tried to keep the panic off his face. He vaguely recalled Pete from his college days. Had they ever spoken?
"Yeah, I've... put on some muscle over the last year. Gym and all that shit."
Pete, a short, half-Chinese guy with a typical Asian undercut, swallowed hard and averted his eyes but he couldn't stop glancing at the tented jockstrap.
"Um, listen, man," Tai said. "Could you drive me a few blocks? I forgot the time while jogging and I'm late to a thing. I'm just a bit, uh, sweaty from the exercise."
"S-sure," Pete said and quickly added, "bro." He unlocked the car doors. "Working out is doing wonders for you. Uh, no homo, hahaha."
No homo? Tai was sure he got into the car with a bona fide 100% cock sucker. Funny how he had never noticed that, but during college days he hadn't been a musclebound douchebag in a jockstrap and a disintegrating crop top.
Tai plopped onto the passenger seat and told Pete the address.
They drove in silence which was fine until Tai had to piss.
He fought the urge as long as possible but they weren't even a fifth of the way and every bump in the road could trigger a flood.
"P-pete, could you pull over a second."
"I just merged lanes."
"I really... uh..."
"One moment. Are you car sick? Lean out the window."
"No, I'm..."
They hit a tiny pothole. Tai clenched with all his might but that only made the stream shoot more strongly through the jockstrap fabric.
Pete pulled over, eyes off the road, staring at Tai as the muscle bro pulled his legs up and trapped his dick between legs and torso to catch as much piss as possible.
Still drenching himself, Tai looked over at the smaller guy whose expression was surprise, or maybe awe.
"I..." Tai started, trying to keep the drool in. "I had a lot of pre-workout. The caffeine, you know..."
Pete subconsciously licked his lips. His breath was going fast.
Tai looked down on himself to see that his dick had slipped out of the pouch – three-quarters hard.
"Need help?" Pete asked.
Looking down meant that Tai's drool was dripping from his mouth onto his dick. Tai lowered his legs. "Um... I dunno, with what?"
"Fuck," Pete said. "You're the perfect himbo. Dumb and horny."
Tai looked down his body where the tank top had dissolved to the point of uncovering his ringed nipples and more drool drizzled onto his sweat slick eight pack.
"I'm a... himbo?"
Mike had called him the same thing. It didn't apply to Tai, though. His mind was still sharp, if clouded by horniness.
Pete took the question as an answer and leaned over, running his lips along Tai's shaft, while breathing deeply.
By all means, Tai should have stopped the smaller Asian and explained but where would he have begun?
Within seconds, the demonically muscled man was approaching orgasm. The blowjob was simply that good. Also, he was horny out of his mind.
"C-careful, Pete. Gonna shot... now... Uhhh."
Pete swallowed the first load but was quickly overwhelmed by the spray of piss that followed.
Drenched, Pete leaned back up into the driver's seat. "Holy shit. Not in my wildest fucking dreams. Is this real?"
"Yeah," Tai said. "Sorry for the piss."
"That's so fucking hot."
"Uh... please drive."
"Right, sure."
The car smelled of Tai's musk, the sweat somehow still overpowering the piss. Although it did smell a little like piss now. He was sorry about the car.
Something itched on Tai's chest and it wasn't the lose strings of tank top dropping off his slick skin.
He lifted the remains of his tank top. The part it still covered was now inked. He had a tattoo. How? Was this something an Oni could do?
He had a devil face on his pectoral. It had horns and poked a long tongue out.
The muscle boy panicked. Messing with his body until now had felt strangely abstract, but this was a message by the demon king, telling Tai to either hurry up or expect the worst. Was the Oni going to literally burst through his chest?
Pete glanced over after taking a right turn. "Cool tattoos by the way. Kinda didn't notice them before."
The devil was still covered by the top. Pete couldn't have seen it. What was the homo talking about?
Tai looked himself over and saw that a big, solid black cock and ball tattoo had appeared on his left forearm. Horrifying.
His right biceps was ringed with a pattern. It took him half a second to discern that it contained the word FUCK over and over in a loop all the way around.
He couldn't have picked which one was worse.
The demon king was really fucking with him now. No more generous gifts of broad shoulders. This was pure humiliation. The "fuck" biceps ring was a massive douche move, marking him as a tasteless asshole. A real fuckboy.
The solid cock tattoo was frankly fucking gay. How was he supposed to explain that? It symbolized him being cocky?
Tai tried to stay still as rage bubbled up inside him. Great. To the world he now was a cocky fuckboy douche and he probably looked gay. No more badass fitness model.
He would tear that demon a couple of new ones... But there was an issue.
"Uh, Pete, I gotta piss."
"Again?"
"Yeah, uh... The caffeine, you know?"
"I won't get a parking space here. There's a bottle under your seat," Pete said, sounding like he was joking.
Tai took him by his word and pulled out an empty coke bottle. Under normal circumstances he couldn't have... But nothing was normal today.
The ruined muscle god – and freshly minted himbo – uncapped the bottle and held it to the tip of his semi hard dick.
The stream was so hard it almost ripped the bottle from Tai's grip.
Within seconds the bottle was filling up. Tai clenched to stop the flow but a few bursts landed on the seat and pooled under his immense ass, merging with five minute's worth of sweat.
Tai wished he could actually be a brainless himbo so he wouldn't feel the full impact of the embarrassing situation. He swallowed hard and... wait, what?
He could swallow again. There was no drool. If anything, his mouth felt too dry. Yeah, it felt... really dry. Oh wow, it hurt how much his oral skin was drying out. Even breathing was getting painful.
Why was he drying out so fast? Was this a sign the demon would take over soon?
He couldn't ask Pete for help. He couldn't even make a sound beyond a faint wheezing. The dryness spread into his throat and breathing became torturous.
Tai needed to drink. And the solution was obvious. He hated the Oni for doing this to him. There was no way this wasn't just unnecessary humiliation.
With just a few huge gulps, Tai emptied the piss bottle into his throat, swallowing so greedily that he sprayed piss from the corners of his mouth as he took in too much at once.
"Fuck," Pete said, frantically looking from road to Tai to road. "Fuck yeah. You're the hottest himbo on earth. I wish I'd known you better in collage."
Tai lowered the bottle, tasting strong, bitter piss – shouldn't clear one taste less bad? - and trying hard not to think about how disgusting his actions were.
Right away, he was drooling again. Fuck that demon.
Just before they arrived at the mall, the muscle boy realized that his jockstrap had fallen apart.
"Here we are," Pete said.
"Uh, do you have something I can use to cover up?"
Pete took off his shirt and handed it over without hesitation. "You own me one."
"Sure."
Tai got out of the car and tied the shirt around his narrow waist.
"Thanks, bro," Tai said. "For the ride and the shirt."
"Sure thing. We should hang out."
"Right... Bye."
As Pete drove off, Tai jogged toward the building. The seams on the shirt on his hips disintegrated instantly, turning it into a dangle of strips.
"Fuck."
Fully nude beside the shoes, Tai did his best to cover the returning erection. The area was decently busy and he got starred at by everybody.
He had no clue who to look for. Somehow he had assumed Thane's boss was going to wait right there and approach him. There were only shocked, amused and disgusted stares.
Tai walked through the parking lot. He didn't even know what to look for.
He crouched down between cars. What was he going to do now?
Well, he knew his immediate next step.
Tai aimed his boner down his monster leg and pissed like a hose.
Our protagonist is doing so well. Let's check in with him again soon. But why should he be the only one to enjoy the thrill of a demon grade bladder?