Date: Tue, 15 May 2018 15:08:39 +0000 (UTC) From: Abra Cadabra Subject: Flex Dance Power Part 6 *** Seven Charges of Flex-Dance Power*** *** Chapter Six *** We quickly took stock. Our nude, glistening bodies made it easy to spot the addition we had gotten during teleport. All four of us had nipple rings. I guess those were essential for magic flow or something. Everyone except Raja had a tongue stud. Speaking was a little weird now. Additionally, I had an eyebrow ring and a dumbbell through the lower part of my belly button. Ivo had gotten a nose ring, a helix ring and – as he gladly showed me – a ring on the taint. Makoto's additional gifts were a taint ring, too, plus one through the dick head. The least pierced one appeared to be Raja, who's nipple rings were only joined by a nose ring. Then he turned to the side and I saw a ring on his helix, plus a taint ring once he bent over, too. "Did Thane pick those spots on purpose?" I wondered. "Dunno," Raja said and gently brushed his ear piercing. "Oh! Fucking shit, yeah I think he knew what he's doing." I flicked my navel piercing and energy squirted up through my legs. But more than that, the sensation gave me a shiver creeping through my abdomen and heightening my horniness like a lighting strike. My rock hard dick bounced. "Ooooh," Ivo made. He had his hands crossed over his chest, flicking his nipple rings. We all joined in on the fun, exploring the `significance' of the nipple piercings. It could feel the flow inside my get more regular and smooth, but also it was like a new type of orgasm in my chest. My eyes watered. Ivo shouted something short in Croatian. I turned to where he was staring. Vampires approached. At least I figured it was vampires. They had no skin showing during daytime, clothed in black leather from top to bottom. They still had the same helmets and gun. "Fucking shit," Raja said. "I thought they weren't supposed to be able to find us. Fuck fuck fuck." "This way," Makoto said and ran toward the school. We ran after him but another vampire had already made his way around us and blocked the entrance. He had waited behind a pillar until we were close and took us by surprise. As he raised his gun, Raja thrust his hip and grunted at full volume. The boy's overcharge translated into a spell I hadn't seen before, his cum spreading into a thin, see-through layer as it shot toward the attacker. The vampire was enveloped by the substance and flung backward at the wall next to the stairs. He stuck to the school, frozen in place by faintly shimmering cum like by one of spider-man's webs. Ivo was the last one behind us and shot his own overcharge at the pursuers as projectiles. They had to duck and evaded toward the bleachers. Makoto opened the back door for us and we slipped inside the school. "We need a distraction," the Japanese muscle boy said, his accent strengthened by the piercing induced lisp. "This way." I noticed my hands were still on my nipples. I didn't want to let go, the sensation was too good – too erotic. And I wasn't the only one who felt this way. Continuously nipple playing, we rushed into a staircase and upward. Our hard dicks flopped around, mine slapping my abs almost enough to bring me to orgasm on its own. The way my belly button dumbbell pumped magic helped along with that. On the second floor, Makoto dashed out of the stair well into the corridor. "Just one fucking second." He pulled a red lever on the wall. Bells and sirens made my ears ring. The fire alert was accompanied by dozens of class doors opening. Students and teachers came pouring out – somewhat orderly – and made their way toward us. "This should stop the vampires," Makoto said with a grin. "Come on." We made our way through the onslaught of kids, most of whom parted way for the nude, shiny boys with boners storming their school. I saw every possible emotion on their faces – disgust, amusement, joy, admiration, horror, lust, surprise. The last one being the most common. "Hey, hold this." Makoto handed me his anal plug and ran toward an older teacher in a brown suit. The beautiful muscle boy danced his hip at the horrified teacher, then turned around and spanked his own ass, hole throbbing. "That's for not fucking letting me fucking say `fuck' in fucking class you fucking fucker." We caught up to him and Ivo pulled him along as we kept walking through the ceaseless flood of kids. Makoto kept happily singsonging, "fucky fuckety fuck," until we reached the next staircase. It led to the third floor but unlike the previous staircase it also had a way up to the roof. As we battled our way through the students coming down from the third level, Makoto broke off again and dashed into a nearby classroom. Ivo sighed and followed him. After some hesitation, Raja and I did, too. The Asian boy was dancing on top of a teacher's desk, swinging his crotch into a shocked, buff man's face. Like all of us, the boy still had his hands on his nipples. "How's that for PE training Mister Hendrik, huh?" Makoto shouted. Most of the class was still present and watching. "You said I'm too fucking girly for the team, well guess the fuck what? I'm a real fucking faggot. And so's your fucking son. Oh yeah, I let Bobby suck my fat Asian dick and he fucking begged for more. I made the little fag boy my fucking suck bitch." Ivo dragged Makoto off the desk. I grabbed him by the shoulders. "You know we're running away, right?" "Right... let's go." The Japanese boy took his butt plug back and shoved it in, his ass pointing at the class. We headed up the stairs. A vampire was already following us into the staircase from the first floor. "Fuck," Raja said, who had spotted the attacker. "Go go go!" When we made it to the roof door, we found it locked. Makoto shot his first overcharge at the lock and destroyed it. We stumbled onto the concrete on top of the school. Raja slammed the door shut and hit it with an overcharge, sealing it with the same spell that had tied up the vampire earlier. The dark skinned pretty boy turned to us. "Let's start binding with this locus. I can't... Watch out!" Two vampires climbed up from the fire escape. With all the adrenaline in the world coursing through my veins – and my fingers on my nipples – I thrust my hips out and intended to fight. In a series of mini-orgasms, a half dozen little orbs left my dick and smacked into the approaching gunman. One fell off the fire escape, the other successfully ducked. Once I had unloaded he came back up and shot. Makoto's shield was messier than mine and had some holes in it but it did the job, standing up to the battering of darts. A third vampire entered the roof, jumping right over the barrier from the escape ladder and running at us. I conjured a shield, too, letting him smash his weight into both our barriers at once. The shields broke apart but not without flinging him back. Raja cast his body-binding web and tied the man in black to the roof. "I'm out," Raja said. A grenade dropped at our feet. Then a second one. Ivo hip thrust into a squatting position and shot an overcharge as two big projectiles at the cans. They were kicked to the far side, toward the fire escape. Behind us, the door broke open, two vampires barreling into the open. I fired blindly, projectiles flying like fireworks. More grenades landed. They exploded into gas clouds. I couldn't see anymore. I let go of my nipples and reached around me. My hand found someone else's. Then... I became tired. Someone's cum shots flew over me as projectiles, hitting nothing. Fighting became too hard. I could no longer keep my eyes open. I sank to the ground. ...and slept. Waking up was an uncomfortable affair.