Date: Sun, 6 May 2018 17:49:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Abra Cadabra Subject: flex dance power part 4 *** Seven Charges of Flex-Dance Power*** *** Chapter Four *** The naked Japanese boy and we two boys in gym shorts entered the building. There was a short, dark corridor to the club space. The music was already too loud to talk normally. Makoto opened the door to the main space a bit and we all had a look. Sadly, it wasn't the kind of club where three (half) nude, glistening boys could easily intermingle. Rather it was a somber affair of men and women in casual business attire sitting around, pretending they were having fun getting wasted. "What now?" I shouted. Ivo hugged himself. "We'll be kicked out if we show up like this." The Japanese muscle boy pointed through the door slit. "There's an upstairs. Cordoned the fuck off. If we make a fucking run for it, we can hide there." With no better ideas, we prepared as best we could. Some flexing and dancing was already possible with shorts on. Only when Ivo and I felt the sizzling set in did we enter the club floor. It didn't go over as smoothly as I had hoped. Multiple heads turned. Makoto was fully nude – and hard – so he stood out the most. But we all didn't look like we belonged here. Hopefully, everyone thought we were part of an act and wouldn't call security. The stairs up were an open metal spiral, so we were even more exposed on our way to the `hiding place'. As it turned out, the upstairs area wasn't closed off at all. It was a VIP lounge. There were a dozen somewhat formally dressed people, looking drunk but not cheerful. They stared as we entered but didn't move. "Okay Donnie," Ivo shouted at me. "We just gotta do it here. Be quick." Makoto stepped out of his sneakers and instantly started to take energy into his body. He moved with the music's rhythm, which was a pretty good idea. If we looked like we were supposed to be here... No, one not-so-drunk looking guy walked downstairs with a stern face. Security wouldn't take long to catch up to us. I flexed magic into my sore legs and humped the air to pump the supernatural juices past my ass. Comforting warmth flowed into my lower back when the butt plug poked my insides as if it were sucking energy upward. Using the `butt-plug-straw' within me, I could lat spread my way to a torso full of energy with only a minimum of hip swinging. Ivo worked himself up in a less elegant way, slapping his thighs until they were full, then slapping his way up his torso, eventually beating his chest. Without the music, the oil would probably have made his efforts sounds rather wet. One after another, we bonded with the locus. There were some gasps from the VIP crowd behind us, but still no movement. I risked walking up to the balcony and looked for any threats. A lone security guard with suit and earpiece moved through the crowd below at a leisurely pace. He clearly had the upstairs as a destination. "Better hurry," I shouted. "Someone's coming." Makoto took a look, too, grinned and waved at the guard. Once the man spotted the nude teen, Makoto thrust his hips at him and blew kisses. "What the fuck, man!" Ivo shouted. "Ha," Makoto made. "Always wanted to do that. Just hurry the fuck up." We stood in a circle again – or rather a triangle – and danced at each other. With our hard dicks constantly sliding over each other I came dangerously close to a real orgasm but at the last second, the magic overtook me and we were surrounded by golden strings. I snatched my shorts and sneakers off the ground just before my feet lost touch with the dancefloor. For once, we didn't land in the middle of civilization. The next locus was an open field of grass. There was no light other than Ivo's phone. The Croatian big boy was texting again. He spoke with his eyes on the screen. "He's calling." "Who?" I asked. "Thane. I'll put him on speaker." The counselor did call as promised. His voice was manly, drawling. He had some accent – not a foreign one, he just wasn't from anywhere near my town. "We hear you." Ivo said. "Really dark here, though. And quiet. I'm not sure we can spot a Stalker if they come." "I'll do it," Makoto said. He hadn't even stepped into his shoes yet, so he could start flex-dancing right away. "Gaining... my destiny?" I said. "What?" Ivo shone the phone on his abs and confirmed that his tattoo was no longer hollow. I turned around and he confirmed it for the one on my back. The third boy's neck star was also complete. "Sounds ominous," I said. Makoto gasped as he cummed and his dick was ablaze with golden light. An orb of light detached from his dick and floated up, but stayed connected by a steady string of cum. As it hovered over our heads, I could get a better look at the area. Just grass and rolling hills. No Stalkers anywhere. "So how do we proceed?" I asked Thane. "Oh fuck," Ivo said, followed by a lot more curses in his language. It didn't take us long to agree. Even I was tired of running. If we could become such great mages that we could take the fight to them... The first one to bond with the locus was Makoto, perhaps because he was already worked up from casting the light orb. His neck star turned from black to dark green and spawned new stars of various smaller sizes, running down his collar bone and simultaneously up to his jawline. The boy dropped into the grass, exhausted but cheerful. He mumbled something in Japanese, then said to us still flex-dancing ones, "I don't feel any different." Ivo cummed immediately after. The black star around his navel faded to bright yellow and seemed to explode along his skin. It broke apart and formed a chaotic line of big stars from his belly button down and to the left onto his thigh. My own magic cum broke off my dick with a fierce orgasm-spell. I turned around right away to show my back to the boys and said, "What's mine look like?" "Hm..." Makoto made. "It is still there, but it made some new fucking stars. Five all in all, to halfway down your spine. They get... How the fuck do you say...? Progressively smaller. Oh, and they're blue." Nothing had changed as far as I could tell. I turned back around to have a look at my companions and... Everything had changed. Where I had once seen Ivo as a friendly, buff guy who I didn't have much in common with, I now saw the sexiest piece of man meat my mind could process. His thick muscles looked so gorgeous to me that I forgot to breathe. I desperately wanted to lick, suck, fuck and whatever else. Then I glanced over at Makoto and my knees went weak. His muscles, his tan skin, his ruggedly handsome face, his *smile*. I wanted to spend the rest of my life looking at him. "So..." said the Japanese boy with his lush, juicy lips in his cute, sexy accent. "Any fucking changes for you?" Ivo trembled. "You're... so hot... I can't... but you're a boy... I've never... but you're both so fucking hot." "Yeah," I said, breathing fast and deep. "I think I just fell in love... with both of you." Makoto grinned from ear to ear. "So that's why the fuck I felt no change. I like *this* fucking destiny." He got up and pulled the plug from his ass with a slurping sound. He showed me his backside and bent over. "Which one goes first, huh?" Looking at the perfect muscle ass and the wet, throbbing hole made we want to cry. To even think of touching it felt like defiling something pure and flawless. But I also knew passing up on the opportunity would make me want to die. Ivo's phone rang and the beautiful, funny, lovable hunk picked up. "Hello Thane, you're on speaker." "Yeah, they fucking did," Makoto said, with a chuckle – a cute, sexy chuckle. Makoto walked up to me and pushed me down in the grass. Before I even registered what was happening, the taller boy had already sat down on my dick. I felt like my crotch was getting swallowed by his hole. He was tighter than I'd ever have imagined considering the plug, but also my magic was getting sucked into his body. I humped helplessly, no longer in control of my motions. Makoto chuckled. "Fucking wreck my hole you beautiful, twinky sex god." I cummed into his hole instantly. What did you expect? I had been running around with a boner for the entire night. After this embarrassingly quick performance, the Japanese boy got up and lifted my legs over his shoulders. He lined up his dick with my hole. I wanted to protest but he pulled out my plug in one quick motion and I could do nothing but whimper pathetically through a whole-body shiver. Before I had caught my bearings, his dick was inside me. What would have shocked and disgusted me just minutes ago, now felt not only natural but even necessary. I would have liked to dirty talk but the rubbing of dick on my sore anal walls sent me into overdrive. I was reduced to whimpering. Then Makoto fucked harder. I was getting shaken like riding on an old washing machine. The boy cursed or said something else in Japanese and then got loud, probably dirty talking going by the tone of voice. I realized why. Ivo had walked up behind him and was penetrating the Asian muscle ass. Neither of them lasted long. We fell apart, golden glowing cum fizzling out between us. Makoto's seed had filled me with energy but it was a different kind, running parallel to the one I took in. "Still horny?" Ivo asked. "Yeah..." I said. "Actually more now." It was true, I was ready to burst. My crotch demanded attention more strongly than it had throughout the night. Ivo bent over and I stood up. His glutes were enormous and absolutely spherical. Between them was a deep crack, leading right to a trembling hole, wet with oil. I sank my dick in and moaned. While I took Ivo's anal virginity, I learned that the boy was *loud*. He moaned so hard, it sounded almost like screams. This time, we both dirty talked. Not understanding his language, I just assumed we were roughly going for the same thing. "Fuck yeah, your ass is fucking heaven," I shouted, having been infected with his yell-moaning. "Imma fucking destroy that tight fucking boy pussy and make you by muscle bitch, you big, beautiful dick whore." The wet hip on hip slapping didn't last long. I was so horny, I couldn't recall ever being more full of cum than now. And that was seconds after orgasm. As soon as I had shot my load, Ivo slipped off my dick and turned around. He grabbed me with his strong arms – holding on tight so he wouldn't slip off my oily skin – and lifted up onto his crotch. I wrapped my legs around him. As slippery as we were it was tough to stay in this position but I slid onto his dick and held on for dear life. Makoto came up behind us, pressed himself onto my backside and slid his dick underneath us. Ivo leaned forward and received the tip of the Japanese boys dick into his hole. "No... need more. Backside..." Ivo huffed. In the end, Ivo kept holding me up and I held onto his shoulders, while the third boy stuffed the thick muscle teen from behind. We all moaned loudly and said whatever came to mind in our three languages. I said very quicky and moan-fully, "Fuckfuckfuck, yeah lemme ride that fat muscle bitch dick forever. I love you, I love dick. I love getting fucked in my tight boy ass. Wreck my hole. I love you both so much. I need that cum up my gut. Uh. Uh! Uhhhh!" Even with my next orgasm the horniness only increased. I was dizzy, almost light headed. "Hey Thane," I complained. "I'm getting off but the pressure isn't decreasing." said the phone. Each of us now `contained' the magic of two other boys. We could still produce our own on top. When we cast the teleport, I found out that my maximum level of horniness was way higher than I had thought, as the added energy riled up my dick. We dropped into the whirling vortex and fell through to somewhere near Raja's prison.