Chapter 42

Jesse and I explored various new sports fields. After the first one, I switched from calling them fields to sport venues. The first spot was a judo and karate dojo—two dojos right next to each other. Also on the same level were some soccer fields. We checked out the showers, locker rooms, and team rooms. Since neither Jesse nor I played soccer, I turned to a fit, younger guy in the locker room. “Sorry to bother you, but do you know much about soccer?”

“I played all the time in England,” he replied.

“So, do you think the field and facilities are up to standard? What’s your opinion?” As I spoke, his friend leaned in and whispered who I was.

“Oh—sorry, sir, I didn’t recognize you,” he stammered.

“No worries, just call me Keith. Can you share your thoughts on the facilities?”

“Yes, sir. I’ve only played in secondary school and a little in college, but this field is better than the ones I played on, and the locker rooms and showers are nicer than what we had at college. They didn’t have large meeting rooms like we have here,”

“So, you would say it’s good, then?” I asked.

“Yes, I would, but I’ve only seen one field—I am not a player. I didn’t compete at other schools. Fred, you’ve played at different places, so you could give a better assessment.” He glanced at the guy next to him.

The other guy looked taken aback. “Well, I’d say it’s better than every place I’ve played at, sir.”

As we walked to the next sporting location, one level down from the soccer field, I finally shared my thoughts with Jesse. “I found out that to have animals in the cave without making it unhygienic, I’d need to merge an ‘unbound’ spirit with an animal.”

“Can’t the spirits do that? And what’s an unbound?” Jesse asked.

“No, they can’t. To their knowledge, beings have attempted it only a few times, and each attempt allowed them to bind just one unbound to an animal. An unbound resembles an unborn spirit—imagine it as a fetus. These rarely develop into spirits; they just remain unborn. The likelihood of one transforming into a spirit is nearly impossible. Anyway, the two omegas say that if anyone can, I can merge more than one, which needs to happen for us to create more animals in the caves. If I make one male and one female, they can mate and produce more bound animals. The problem is, do I even try? Every time someone has created one, that’s all they could manage—just one. That won’t solve our problem.”

“I think you should try. If you can only make one, either keep it as yours or let it be the Oasis’s mascot, roaming freely in the caves. The men can see and play with it. That’s better than nothing, right?” Jesse suggested.

“I guess so. The bound animal can change forms, and merging the unbound with an animal will create a more intelligent, stronger animal. Plus, I’ll have control, so it won’t harm anyone.” I sighed.

“Is that a Yes, or a No?” Jesse asked.

“It’s a Yes. At least I have to try.”

“Well, looks like the next event is Boxing, Wrestling, or maybe MMA?” Jesse said as we entered an arena.

‘It’s all of them. This is just one ring; the facility has four, each seating over a hundred. They share showers, but the locker rooms are separate, with ten in each,’ Leo informed us.

“Let’s hit the next one then,” I said.

“What, you don’t want to look around?” Jesse asked mockingly.

“You know I’m not into watching men fight. All that blood and stuff.”

“You could ban it, you know?” Jesse replied.

“No, I can’t. Some men enjoy this kind of sport. We need to have it, but I will not watch. I think the pain they feel after the fight should linger for a couple of days. It’ll be a consequence of duking it out. In the normal world, healing can take months, but here, it’ll just be days,” I stated.

“What about other contact sports like football, rugby, and wrestling?” Jesse asked.

“They’re not trying to hurt each other; it just happens sometimes. How about this?: if someone intentionally tries to hurt another player, the one doing the hurting will feel the pain, and the one being hurt will be unaffected.”

“Sounds good to me,” Jesse agreed.

‘Omegas, follow my orders,’ I commanded.

‘It will be done, Master,’ they replied in unison.

We spent the rest of the day inspecting each sport’s facility, talking to different men and getting their feedback. Afterward, I had an idea.

‘Omegas, each facility will need one or more men assigned to manage it. That will be their only job. Managing means more than just being present—they’ll need to recruit men for teams, coordinate schedules, and ensure everything runs smoothly.’

‘Get Grey and Paul to set up video monitors around the caves to display schedules and events for each facility. Whether it’s an event or open play, make sure the monitors are interactive so men can sign up to use the fields. The facility managers will also use these monitors to organize matches and recruit players. Paul, Grey, and anyone who joins their team can figure out the details. Make sure Grey knows to bring in more help—I don’t want them getting overworked.’

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‘It will be done, Master. Master, you and Jesse need to relax as well. Please use us for this endeavor!’ Both omegas said as one.

It has been a while since we invited any of the spirits to join us_. ‘Jesse, how about we get a few of the guys and…‘_

‘Have some fun together! I’m all for that, just pick one from each omega. Will work through them all like we use to.’ Jesse’s responded.

‘You heard Jesse, each of you send one member to join us tonight.’ I said to both omegas.

‘YES, Master, it will be done!’

Later that night, Cobra and Roan appeared in our room. We just got out of the shower and both spirits looked at us like we had deprived them of some fun. “Get over it. We’ll do it again in the morning.” I said. Which made them instantly cheer up.

Roan started showing off his body. I could see he did not know my preferences like Cobra did, being new to the Oasis. Cobra knew exactly what I liked. He flexed a double bi as his hood expanded out. As it got bigger and bigger, he brought out two more arms and flexed them, filling my vision with nothing but biceps. Pulsing veins on his hood and arms as he flexed and relaxed. Roan catching on, gained muscles all over, his skin grew so thin you could see the veins clearly everywhere. His pecs pulsed like his heart was going to explode as more veins appeared, deep separation between the muscle fibers engulfed the surface of his pecs. “Put your member between these two mounds, master. I’ll give you the best pec-blow job ever.”

Determined not to be outdone, Cobra aligned his tail with his slit. As his penis emerged, he said, “I can use either of these as you use me in front or back, master. You already know how good it will feel.”

Jesse said, “pick one already, or I’m going to take you now and they’ll have to just watch until we’re done.”

“Sorry Cobra, since I haven’t had the pleasure of Roan yet. I’ll take him first.” I motioned Roan to come to me.

“Yes, Master, as long as I have some time with you before the night is over.” Cobra moves into Jesse’s embrace as his cock retreated, leaving his slit ready to accept Jesse’s rock hard cock.

Roan came to me and as he got on the bed, he lifted me up and I straddled his sides, letting my now engorged cock lay between his abs.

My eyes wandered to the deep crevice between each of Roan’s pectoral muscles. Roan, seeing me admiring his pecs, opened the crevice. “Please, Master, my pecs are waiting. They need you cock now.”

I moved higher up, using Roan’s hard member as a step, my member slide between his pecs. In a moment, Roan’s pecs formed a seal all around my cock like my cock was made just for the sleeve Roan made. My dick was longer than his pecs, and Roan teased the tip with his muzzle while his pecs massaged my shaft. I felt something asking to enter my rear.

“Master likes this, yes?” Cobra asked. “Relax and let me in.”

It was Cobra’s tail prodding my ass. I relaxed my sphincter muscle, and he entered. With him sliding in and out, always touching just the right spot, and Roan giving me the best blow job with his pecs and muzzle, I couldn’t hold it and started cumming. Roan was not ready; my cock and balls were the only things I could still change at will, and they grew bigger at the moment of release. Cum shot into his muzzle and came back out with such force it spread everywhere. Cobra licked it off Jesse as fast as he could, but each time he cleaned an area, it became covered again. I felt Roan’s pecs trying to seal off my flow, but my cock wouldn’t stand for it; it just grew even larger. Roan then changed his muzzle; it grew till he could completely engulf all of my tip and shaft exposed past his pecs. He was sucking me like a vacuum. His pec muscles moving over my shaft like a huge hand stroking it from the base to the tip. came to the end of my orgasm.

“You have much more to learn, I see,” Cobra said to Roan.

I finished cumming, and Roan pulled his muzzle off my cock. “Sorry, Master, I will do better next time. I promise.”

“See, Jesse is filling me with just as much as Master. My seal has not broken. With Master and his mate, you must be ready for anything at all times,” Cobra told Roan.

We had fun all night long, Roan gaining more experience with every climax of both Jesse and me. He adapted quicker than the first four had when they had just become corporal in what seemed like many years back, but which was only a few years ago.

*****

I woke up feeling clean and refreshed. The guys must have removed all the cum from last night. Jesse was looking at me. “Almost felt like old times, what we did last night with them,” Jesse said.

“I was thinking the same thing. I think we need to go take a shower. The good old times haven’t ended yet,” I told Jesse.

“No, they haven’t. Let’s get in there,” Jesse said and got up. I followed right behind him. We found the shower running and both Cobra and Roan waiting for us.

“You guys weren’t afraid we’d shower without you two, were you?” I asked.

“No, Master, your word is always good.”