The Pit - Satisfied Customers
The news continued on its unceasing coverage about yet another victory over the forces of evil by the resident heroes. It had been going on for hours but no one in the pit seemed to care. A new shipment had come in and people were trying out the wares. Some of the shop's regulars were begining to look rather unique. One large fellow in the corner had orc like tusks and pointed ears. He was admiring a necklace with a rather sharp claw hanging from it. A trio of teenagers were oggling a motorcycle in the display window. One had climbed on and turned it on, as permitted. His package had swollen very large from the vibrations and his peach fuzz looked much thicker despite the rest of him still reeking with boyish charm. It was a place of experimentation and fun.
Though he'd been listening to it earlier, the news coverage had quickly bored Cesare Hardwick. Though the criminals in question had been employed by his family, specifically his eldest brother Lucius Hardwick V, he was interested in hearing how they'd gotten thier tails kicked by the Freedom League and thus made his brother look foolish. He had other things on his mind and they had very little to do with events in Freedom City or whatever power play his brother was up to at the moment. Here in Bedlam City Cesare had his own problems and quite frankly, the only family member he really cared about was his brother Octavian.
"Welcome to the pit." One of the employees greeted Cesare, moving over. He had serpentine eyes and rather wicked looking teeth, dressed in metal rock clothes with a smooth head, "Is there anything I can help you find?"
Having been just about to walk by the store, Cesare was a bit startled by the greeter and quickly turned to face him.
"Interesting look," Cesare commented, as he looked the man over. Though he'd past it once or twice before as he walked home, Cesare was starting to think this store might be more interesting then he thought.
"We have all sorts here... Looks are more than skin deep." he chuckled, "Are you in the need of anything usually unatainable? Odds are we can help you." Cesare tilted his head in curiousity at that remark.
"Then show me your wares good sir," he replied. "I'm sure I'll find something interesting." The employee nodded and led Cesare in. The store appeared to have been recently expanded. There were shelves of jewels and crystals, of figurines and statues, racks upon racks of every kind of clothing imaginable, the motorcycle. One section put chemistry labs to shame with how many different substances it had.
"We have things to help you with looks... interpersonal skills... lifestyle..." the employee said. The boys by the bike murmured, looking at Cesare with excitement. Curiously Cesare turned to look at the boy on the bike, curious about what he had murmured. Seeing the look on the boy's face, Cesare smiled at him and wondered if he could parley this into a little fun later. That alone could make checking out this store worth the effort. The one on the bike was moaning from the vibrations, looking a bit tougher around the edges. The other two moved up.
"Can we have your autograph? We're big fans." They murmured excitedly. Cesare smiled sweetly at them, casually looking them over.
"Why certainly," he replied. "Who should I make them out too?" Ahh his adoring public.
"Levi, Conner, J.T." The boys said eagerly. The boy on the bike moaned louder, his shirt bulging with muscle. He was starting to look like a true biker but still had his boyish sharm beneath the rugged masculinity. It was almost intoxicating.
Still smiling at the boys Cesare made out the autographs as asked, assuming a subtly seductive pose as he did so.
"Here you go boys," he said. "Always glad to meet my adoring fans." The boys grinned, scurrying off excitedly. The customer guaged his reaction.
"We have pharamones and pharamone inducers to make you irresistable to whomever you choose." he murmured. Naturally Cesare arched his eyebrow at this comment.
"Do you now?" Cesare asked. "Well I'd say that's worth a look see."
"What are you in the market for?" The employee asked, passing the cashier who had a wild mane of neon pink and blue hair.
Cesare considered that for a moment. Though he officially was a teenage model who occassionally did some TV work, Cesare's real employment was a bit more....exciting.
"Things that are beneficial to manipulation, attraction, corruption," Cesare replied.
"Well... pharamones cover attraction. Manipulation... We have charms that can reveal and manifest the deeply hidden fantasies... and for a higher price tag we have things that can allow you to manifest your vision, your desires, in others." he said softly. Softly Cesare licked his lips, liking the sound of that.
"How high a price?" Cesare asked, well aware that magical things often came with strings attached. Very nasty strings on occassion.
"Depends on what you want..." The employee murmured, "What kind of corruption are you looking for?"
"The sort that would make somebody my plaything," Cesare replied. "In a naughty fashion."
"Then I suggest the incubus saliva." He said, moving into the back before returning with a vial of slimy almost semen like fluid,
"Corrupts, changes... In small doses this causes irresistable lust. It brings out demonic sex atrributes if the whole vial is used. It's reccomended to apply it topically." he said.
"So I would use it on the person I'm trying to corrupt?" Cesare asks. "Or use it on myself to gain the power to corrupt those I wish to?" Always good to make sure of these things. Certainly wouldn't want to use something like this the wrong way.
The employee chuckled,
"On the one you wish to corrupt... Be careful about it." he said, "If you want something stronger we have more potent incubi fluids too..." Already ideas were running through Cesare's head as well as thoughts on who to test these things out on.
"What if I wished to have the ability to inflict things upon people without the use of fluids? Say in a situation where I'm unable to have the fluids with me."
"Much more difficult." he considered, "Do you want the same outcome?" Cesare nodded.
"Yes I do."
"Then... you'll have to touch them where you'd be putting the cream, but I have a glove." The employee said, returning the vial to its rack. Again Cesare nodded.
"That would be most helpful," he replied. "I might like some of the stronger fluids too, for situations where I have to work quickly."
"All of them is going to be a pretty hefty penny..." The employee said, "But I'll need you to try out the glove before you leave." he said, moving to a lock box. He opened it up and withdrew what appeared to be a dark silver glove ended by metal claw like bits, highly decorative. The boy simply nodded as he picked up the glove and slid it on.
"I have the money, don't worry," Cesare replied. Modelling was a lucrative pastime after all and supervillainy was even more so. A little creative accounting and Cesare had more then enough to pay for whatever he might need.
"Well, try it out on one of the customers. We can fix them when you're done. Try it out. We don't want to be known for selling defective merchandise." The employee said, moving to pack up his other acquisitions. Chuckling softly, Chesare immediatly began looking for the two boys he'd signed autographs for earlier. He had been asked to try it out after all, so he figured there was no harm in having a little fun.
The lead boy had climbed off the bike and had tried on some leather pants, sporting a massive erection. One of the boys that had gotten the autograph was admiring his friend. They both looked up as Cesare approached. Smiling playfully as he walked up to them, Cesare casually brushed the fingers of the glove against the skin of the boys who'd asked for the autograph. "Hello again," he said, cheerfully.
"H... Hi." They murmured, gazing to him, eyes widening gently, grinning to each other. He grinned back.
"I was just thinking," he said, casually. "That since you're such loyal fans, you deserve more then just an autograph."
"Like what?" The boys asked in unison, moving closer to Cesare, breathing in his every word. He grinned impishly.
"How about we slip into that changeroom over yonder," Cesare replied. "And I'll show you."
"Okay." The boys grinned, running hands over Cesare, following after him, rubbing all over him. The boy purred softly as he led them into the change room, turning to face them once he was inside.
"Now this has to be a complete secret," he cautioned. "Not a word of this gets to anybody. If you can keep this secret, we might get to do this again. Remember that."
"Anything..." One boy whispered, "We promise." The other said, rubbing against Cesare's leg. Cesare nodded.
"Good," he purred. "No get naked for me. I want to see your bodies." The boys stripped off and soon their lithe, strong bodies were revealed. One had a tatoo on his hip of a ram, the other had nipple piercings. Both were surprising on boys their age. Cesare licked his lips as he admired thier bodies, one hand idly toying with the nipple piercings as he noted the tatoo.
"Does your mother know you have that?" he asked, curiously.
"Of course not." The other boy said, jealous of the affections his friend was getting. The pierced boy moaned louder and louder. Cesare grinned broadly, casually wrapping his fingers around the tatooed boy's cock.
"I approve," Cesare purred. "I bet she doesn't even realise you know places like this exist."
"No... She'd be so... Mad..." he cooed, groaning, eyes rolling into the back of his head. Cesare felt an undeniable power flowing through the glove, unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It seemed to be daring him to corrupt this boy, to convert him into the perfect plaything. It was a dare Cesare wasn't about to refuse. Playfully squeezing the boy's ass, he pulled him closer.
"And you like the idea of disobeying Mommy don't you?" he purred to the boy. "It makes you feel good, gets you hot doesn't it?"
"So hot... So good. I want to be a rebel..." He moaned. The other reached out and started groping Cesare, not wanting to be out done. Cesare's other hand cupped the other boy's ass, caressing it as he was doing with the first boy.
"I can see you both do," he replied. "But I can tell that's not what you want most, is it?" The boy wobbled gently, overwhelmed. Visions of the boy being a hedonistic sex toy filled Cesare's mind for a moment although the vision was pure fantasy, unrealistic amounts of fluids, organ size, a pure creation of pleasure. That didn't prevent Cesare from kissing the boy on the lips however, slipping his tongue in as he asserted his dominance. Then he turned to the other boy and did the same thing to him. The vision was a fantasy yes, but he was certain the glove could make it happen. The other boy's mind was filled with images of power, of dominating other boys, of rising in the ranks... although he too had a soft spot for pleasure.
Gently Cesare took hold of thier cocks, stroking them as he experimented with the powers of the glove. Focussing on the thoughts of the second boy, he tried to see what orginization he planned to rise up in, which ranks he wanted to rise within.
Cesare saw the plan the boy had to become bigger and better, rising up until... he saw himself recieving a blow job from the boy, the boy apparently content to be number two to the evil mastermind he had no idea he was with. Cesare soon realized the cock the glove had been around had grown thicker and longer from his efforts even without focusing. Smiling at this turn of events, Cesare decided he was going to exercise a bit of his power.
"Undress me," he commanded. "But leave the glove on." Idly he wondered which boy was which, having forgotten thier names. Since he intended to keep them, even if he had to pay extra to do so, he needed to know such things. The boys moved quickly, surprisingly so until soon all three were naked save for one powerful glove. Gently he petted thier heads with that glove. "Good boys," he cooed. "You both want me don't you?" The boys cooed, their cocks starting to drip before they nodded, lost in lust at the thought. "That makes me so happy," he said, smiling wickedly. "I love it when my fans desire me. You know what else I love?"
"What?" The boys asked in near unison, nuzzling against him, moving to gently lap at his cock, their tongues sliding against one another.
"When hot boys like you suck my cock," he moaned softly. "I absolutely love it when my fans suck my cock. I adore little cockwhores." He had barely finished his sentence before the boys were slurping at his cock, one taking the length while the other worked the shaft. A new sensation came from the glove, however, Cesare feeling a building resentment from the glove, wanting to be used. Immediatly Cesare began caressing and stroking the boy's head and faces, letting the power of the glove go to work on them. He didn't precisely understand how it worked but he knew enough about magical items to know that you didn't annoy the ones that could actually get annoyed.
The boys moaned deeper and deeper and the glove began filling Cesare with a great contenment, the pleasures from his cock soon seeming stronger, more vibrant. The boy shuddered, hands working all over Cesare's body. Cesare moaned softly in pleasure as he felt thier hands on his body and thier mouths on his cock, enjoying those sensations as well as the ones he was getting from the glove. As he worked on his cocks, thiers began getting thicker and longer. In addition to that, the more dominant boy's tongue was becoming prehensile as his friend seemed to be growing ram's horns. The boys moaned and growled in wild delight and redoubled their efforts. The ram boy sucked and slurped hard, taking Cesare's shaft deep into his mouth and throat but soon a new sensation came as a long strong tongue began coiling around the base of the shaft, working it better than any masturbation ever, Cesare's cock stretching from the new levels of pleasure coming from it all.
A hand moved to Cesare's nipple, twisting and tugging on one eagerly. Gasping softly as his nipple was tugged, the sound soon mingled with his increasingly louder moans of pleasure as the boys worked on him. The prehensile tongue on his cock felt absolutely wonderful and as he watched the dominate boy began sprouting wings and a tail. "Which of you wants my cum more I wonder?" he gasped softly.
"Me!" one boy exclaimed, "No, me!" The other protested. The ram boy latched onto the cock, slurping hard, doing anything to bring Cesare to the edge. The dominant boy grunted in annoyance before he moved. Soon Cesare felt his mouth invaded by a hot, thick tongue that almost begged to be sucked. Naturally Cesare was only too happy to suckle that tongue, his hands sliding down to cup and fondle the dominate boy's rear. As he did that, he thrust his hips against the ram boy's face, eagerly fucking his mouth.
"If you fuck your friend's ass," he told the dominate boy, between kisses. "You can be my number two." The boy didn't need told twice and quickly moved to do what he needed to to be right where he wanted to be. Outside the snake employee grinned to have so many satisfied customers.