==Chapter 7==
There hadn't been parking space at the building itself, so Pete had driven a minute farther.
Pedestrians were out, enjoying the sunshine.
As soon as Pete left his car, the jockstrap burst at every seam at once.
The shiny, athletic demon vessel covered his privates but the surprise was enough to make him lose control of his bladder again and he rushed to his destination, while spraying from his slippery boner.
He grabbed his dick and aimed it to the side as he jogged past people, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
Fuck, how could piss pain get so bad? The urge to relive himself was so brutal it overwrote any desire for decency. Pete's eyes watered from the piss shivers.
The address had no "door number 0" but there was a basement, to be entered at the side of the building with an unmarked sign pointing at it.
"Uh, hello?" Pete said as he opened the door, drool running from the corners of his mouth.
"Hey, other demon victim," said a tall man, dismissively. "I'm Mike. Let's get started. Sit down."
Pete slipped in, closed the door and sat on the indicated leather recliner with a confidence he didn't feel. "So, you're going to help me fight the Oni?"
Mike pulled up a stool and slipped into gloves. "I'll put some sigils on you. It'll keep more demonic power from entering you. That's the version for idiots."
Gloved hands reached for the confused jock's face.
Before Pete could even react, Mike had stabbed a stud through his eyebrow, then removed it to place a ring there.
Pete drooled, while rubbing his dick. He was turning into a himbo at Tai's level. At least that he could enjoy.
Next came the nose.
"Hey Mike, can't the ring be a little smaller?"
"It's a sigil, fuckhead. You're not making a fashions statement. This is for your protection. Do you want it or not?"
"S-sorry, sir."
The needle's sudden stab made Pete whimper but it felt like the piercing healed instantly.
Next came the nipples. He hated the hurt, but he loved the idea.
Pete had to stop jerking off or he would have cummed at the sensation of the needles, no matter how physically unpleasant. His mind was rapidly going through all the things he'd want Tai to do to him.
Mike moved on and Pete started playing with his nipple rings, sending wholly new sexual signals throughout his body. Again, it was as if they had already healed, letting him play to his hearts contend.
The sexual charge from his new toys was overwhelming – especially combined with the sensation of rubbing his slick, massively grown pecs.
The belly button stud was subtle by comparison to the rings so far.
"Will that stop the transformation?" Pete asked.
"No, you have to ask Thane for the second half of the process."
"O-okay, I really need to pee, by the way."
Mike didn't react, but grabbed Pete's dick and stabbed the frenulum to add a stud. Pete pissed up his chest, splashing into his own face with ecstasy but felt the need to act a little as though he wasn't aiming right at his mouth.
He had never been one to fantasize about watersports, but with never-ending amounts of liquid gold at his disposal – and horny beyond reason – the half-Asian guy was curious about the taste.
Receiving Tai's piss flood after the blowjob – instead of the expected cum load – had awoken an interest in him.
As soon as Mike pulled away, Pete jerked off wildly, tugging at his nipple rings. He cummed, creating a fountain of piss that nearly touched the ceiling. The arc splashed down on him before his stream turned into a twenty second rain that easily reached his face in a wide bend.
He shamelessly drenched himself. To be fair, he had nowhere else to aim.
"So," Mike said. "Do you have your wallet?"
"Oh," Pete made and drool ran from his lips as soon as he had swallowed the last mouthful of piss. "I need to pay?"
"Obviously."
"I... I'll be back in a second."
The pierced hunk rushed out the door, covering his crotch. He dodged shocked pedestrians as he raced at top speed to his car – drenched sneakers slurping - and back with the wallet in hand.
"Okay," the muscle boy announced, breathless and heavily drooling, sweatier than ever.
He had just checked his account this morning to make sure he had the required 550 in rent. He had a total of 1270 dollar. It would probably be fine. In case of emergency he could dip into his 1500 dollar savings.
"A sigil for 85, plus piercing for 65. Times 6. That'll be 870."
"Holy fuck," Pete said and felt his dick pulse at the embarrassment. "Uh... can I pay in instalments or..."
"Plus weekend work fee, 200. Plus clean up fee of your himbo juices, 200. Plus 200 for jerking off in front of me you perverted freak. That's 1470."
Pete was near the edge of cumming from the humiliation, but he was still capable of rational thought. Objectively, this fucking sucked.
"I'll have to use my savings account."
He entered his code at the terminal. That was a lot of money. Mike only smirked for a second before staring off into space.
"Can I talk to Thane?" the financially humiliated himbo asked.
"I can let you have a chat. You get one minute."
Pete grabbed the offered phone. "I'll just..."
"No, you stay here."
"But... I have to pee again."
"Fifty seconds. Clock is ticking."
"Fuck."
Thane gave him an address – the mall Tai had gone to.
Pete couldn't stop it. He pissed down his leg, holding him semi against his massive thigh. While pissing he asked, "If I clean this up, do I not have to pay?"
"200 for cleanup and a 1000 dollar phone use fee."
"You're fucking kidding!" Pete had had enough. He put the phone down. "I'm leaving, asshole."
"And that's a 100 dollar insult fee."
Pete turned to leave.
"I guess," Mike said, "I'll tell the guy at the mall you're not coming and you don't need help."
Pete froze. But not for long because his piss pain was already on the rise again.
"Y-you wouldn't."
Mike chuckled. "Try my, you little bitch."
Pete stepped back toward the terminal and paid up. He had zero dollar left, if he had calculated correctly. He'd deal with that later, somehow.
Mike looked at his phone. "Sounds like we're just about to get the last idiot."
"There's another one? Another like Tai?"
"You assholes come in packs, I guess," Mike said. "You can stay and watch. Just clean up your own messes."
"For free?"
"Nope. One dollar."
He'd overdraw and ruin his account, but he needed to see another shiny, mega-ass'd, ever-pissing jock like Tai right now.
"Deal."
Within seconds of paying, someone beautifully hot and fucked up entered. The newcomer wasn't quite as immense as Tai who had been way more muscular than Pete had become. This new guy was on Pete's mass level but taller and with a bigger dick swinging between his monster quads.
It was a blond guy with an oddly familiar face.
"Have we met or... Kellan!?"
The newly arrived, glistening, horny himbo drooled dumbly. "Uh..."
"It's Pete, from Philosophy 101. We never talked, I think."
"Oh, you look familiar. Or the face does, I guess," Kellan said as he took a step into the room. "So... you got the demon, too, huh?"
Mike rose from his desk. "You're not here to chat, are you? Take a seat."
Kellan reluctantly sat down.
Pete pissed down his legs, then jerked off while grabbing the mop.
"The fuck?" Kellan said. "Pete, dude! You're wanking?"
Pete shrugged as he mopped with one hand and jerked off with the other. "I'm fucking horny. You're the second hottest thing I've seen all day."
"Wait," Kellan said and sat upright. "You're a fag?"
Pete didn't need to come up with an answer. The straight himbo jock got distracted by Mike pressing him back onto the recliner and piercing his nose.
"Fuck no," Kellan said as the needle was replaced by a big ring – but he didn't fight the piercer.
Snaked bites were next. Pete hadn't gotten those, while Kellan seemed to be skipping the eyebrow.
The `fag' had just finished mopping when he climaxed and piss-cummed all over the floor with his boner aimed down his rippling thighs. The orgasm was followed by the much milder but longer lasting piss-gasms of relief.
He started mopping again and Kellan screamed at the pain of getting nipple rings.
The straight demon vessel pissed himself, holding his dick forward to avoid Mike. Next came the belly button stud.
Pete was looking forward to Kellan getting his dick violated. Would the straight guy just accept it?
"W-wait, please..."
He didn't accept the frenulum ring silently, but he didn't fight. He was meant to be a himbo after all. Pete could have jerked off again. Despite his dick being only a semi, his horniness level took a mere minute to start clouding his mind again.
He would have loved to fuck or get fucked by Kellan but at least he got to watch. Too bad it had gone by so fast.
"Legs apart," Mike said.
"Why?"
"Legs. Apart. Idiot."
Kellan looked over at Pete, who was just as puzzled.
The straight muscle boy drooled from his snake bites as Mike forced his legs up and bent. Seeing the glistening hole made Pete feel a rare urge to top.
Kellan got a guiche ring – a piercing right between balls and hole.
"Ow, please... no..." the blond jock whimpered and tried to slide up in the recliner.
Mike shoved two gloved fingers into Kellan's ass and hooked the muscle boy into place.
"Hold still, himbo."
"Fuck! No. S-stop," Kellan begged and tried to grip Mike's arms.
"That should do it," Mike announced and slipped out. He returned to his desk with Kellan pissing onto his own chest, legs still raised.
"Sigils, weekend labor, cleanup. Blabla. You owe me 2000 dollar."
Kellan shot up from the seat, finally ready to fight, and slipped comically on the wet floor. He ended up on all fours. "Are you fucking serious? I didn't chose this. You're preventing a demon king from conquering earth or whatever the fuck is happening."
"Pay up or you're not getting any more help."
"I..." Kellan looked at Pete as he rose.
The gay himbo shrugged. With one hand holding down his dick, he let piss stream into his sneakers. "I had to pay, too."
"But... I don't even have that much."
Mike tapped the terminal.
Kellan reluctantly payed. As he punched in the code, he turned to the side and sprayed piss from his boner.
Pete stepped into the path of the spray and started mopping while his legs got a golden shower.
"Faggot," Kellan said, under his breath.
The terminal beeped.
Mike grinned. "Looks like you've overdrawn. And you still own me."
"I... I don't have any more," Kellan said, his piss stream ending with a few leftover bursts. "I just paid off my car."
"Fine," Mike said. "I'll take the car."
"What?!" Kellan looked ready to kill.
"Just leave the keys here."
"No way."
Mike's grin only grew. Pete hated the guy but the situation was so hot to observe. He wanted to jerk off again.
The piercer shrugged. "The car or I'm calling off help."
Kellan looked over at the `faggot' for help and frowned. "Uh... Pete? When did you get those? You weren't inked a second ago."
There was a narrow full length mirror by the door. Pete looked at himself. The same demon face Tai had worn had appeared on Pete's right pec.
"Oh fuck," Pete said. "That thing on Tai wasn't a tattoo. That was a mark. Is the Oni breaking out or something? Is it taking over my heart?"
"I couldn't begin," Mike said, "explaining it in terms you two dicks can understand, but sure, the king is `breaking out'."
There was more. A pattern of decorated "FUCK" just like around Tai's biceps had appeared around Pete's neck. It made him look incredibly douche-y and gave his athletic build a further touch of jockishness.
There was more.
Bold letters on his forearms spelled DUMB on the left, HORNY on the right. It looked perverse, stupid – sexy.
Pete twisted around. There was a pure black cock and ball tattoo on his flank.
"Fuck," Kellan said. "I don't want to turn into a full Tai-level himbo." He dropped his keys on the desk. "Fine. Take it. I'm leaving."
"Uh," Pete made. "You might want to have a look."
The demon face had already appeared on Kellan's lower pec. A tattoo across his chest said HIMBO.
It was beautiful to behold. The straight jock was perfectly ruined.
"No..." Kellan whispered and cupped his shiny pecs. "I'm done. I'm fucking leaving. Uh, where do I go?"
Pete dropped the mop. "The mall. We can use my car."
"Let's go," Kellan said and rushed out the door.
Kellan hadn't noticed his other tattoos yet. There was a black cock and balls tattoo on the back of his neck, unmistakable. His left calf featured a huge F U, the right an equally big C K.
Pete grinned. They were all marked as fucked up, himbo dicks – and if it were up to him, the cock would symbolize a craving for the same. But that was probably going to stay fantasy.
At least he got to stare at Kellan's smooth, immense bubble butt that bounced as the straight guy jogged onto the sidewalk, shimmering from head to toe.
"Where's your car?" Kellan said, rushing through a strolling family that burst apart at his approach.
They weren't alone, but pedestrians changed to the opposite sidewalk when they saw the two naked, glistening, erect muscle punks coming.
"Just a minute this way."
Kellan bent his dick sideways and pissed on parked cars, Pete joined in pissing the other direction, on house walls. It was incredible how much fluid they could produce. Surely his bladder couldn't actually take this much at once. The Oni had to be re-filling him with piss while he was getting rid of it.
"Do you want to drive?" Pete asked.
"Oh, sure. Thanks. And uh... I didn't really mean it... what I called you. I was just mad at everything. Sorry."
"I get it," Pete said. "We're all pretty stressed."
"Right..."
In fact, Pete would have loved getting called a faggot by the straight hunk again but this situation was probably awkward enough.
For now the two had an uneasy friendship.
As they walked next to each other, pissing to opposite sides, Pete hoped for an opportunity to suck Kellan off like he sucked had the bigger muscle punk before.