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Lucky Seat 69

This takes place years after the events of Dragon Ball Z, long after any of these characters were alive. We are in the spirit world where those in heaven have eventually grown bored with living in paradise and visit those in hell who occasionally get everything they want.

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Somewhere in the vastness of Hell, in a seemingly endless desert of scorching hot sand and dust storms, there was a small community built around a stadium. In many ways, it looked like parts of Arizona but with a red sky and jagged patches of mountains sticking up like islands in a sea of sand. The stadium was a tall cement building, oblong in shape like a football with rounded edges. There was a whole fleet of air conditioning units on its roof humming loudly to make the inside more livable. Along the sides of the building were slightly taller, square, cement pillars, that were as big as obelisks but flat on top. They were an architectural feature just to add some style.

Surrounding the stadium was an expansive parking lot that seemed far larger than it needed to. The stadium’s maximum capacity was only 704, not counting employees. The town around it was mostly a grid pattern of roads and single-story homes where the locals lived. A few roads lead out of town but where to was unclear. Things were so far spread out that Goku and Yamcha were surprised they found the place to begin with.

Yamcha and Goku touched down on the marble platform. It was a spot far out in the parking lot meant for busses to drop off people to see the fights. There they waited for their other two companions to show up. All around them, other patrons were showing up in droves, both by car, the bus load, and many even flew. It was a good mix of buff, strong guys, in a variety of body types and from different alien races they had all fought against over the years. They were all chatting with one another, excited for the fight. Some had even started sparing while others tailgated and watched.

Nothing got out of hand beyond powering up a little. It was an unspoken rule that Ki blasts weren’t allowed. Those kinds of fights almost always destroyed the stadiums they took place in and there were special punishments in Hell for those who broke the rules.

Goku and Yamcha were excited. Normally this wasn’t their thing. Yamcha was better about following these sorts of events. This one in particular caught his eye. He’d found a poster a few weeks back showing that tonight’s main event was Hercule vs. The Great Saiyaman.

Goku had attempted to reach out to Gohan, but he was unavailable. Apparently, he and Videl were going through another rough patch in their relationship and she didn’t know anything about it, nor did she care. And she certainly wasn’t going all the way to Hell and back for him.

They started to walk along the sidewalk and crossed over into the parking lot. They tried to hurry though as the black asphalt was ridiculously hot to step on, even for their boots. The stadium sat on a large square city block. They made it to the extra-wide sidewalk and started to head for one of the corner entrances.

As they walked, Goku and Yamcha both noticed 22 pipes sticking up along the stadium that bent to face their direction.

“Dryer vents?” Yamcha asked.

“I guess,” Goku said, unsure. It was just one of those odd architectural features that gave the building character.

Pikkon and Olibu were waiting for them at the entrance.

Olibu is pronounced as Ollie-boo. He was a muscular, blond-haired, himbo type, with Recoome’s body and a face very similar to Android 16’s. He stood a good two feet taller than Goku and had been Earth’s champion way back in the day when he had lived. King Kai had once said his deeds inspired the legendary stories about Hercules, Samson, and Thor.

Pikkon was often mistaken for a Namek but he didn’t have the antenna like Piccolo had and his ears were different. He did, however, have green skin and a big bald head. He was taller than Goku, shorter than Olibu, but with a more slender frame until he powered up. When he did that he became as jacked and muscular as Goku when he became a Super Saiyan Level Three.

“Hay there they are!” Goku said. Then he called out to them.

They greeted one another, fondly recalling the last times they’d seen each other. Olibu was still annoyed that Yamcha was a better fighter than he was. Goku gushed over how far Pikkon has come over the years. Pikkon was flattered but still no Goku. That said, he was also the wisest of them and the first to ask, “So, does anyone know why tickets cost so much for this?”

Pikkon gestured toward the roster of fighters they’d be seeing spar one another tonight.

The first poster depicted Shades. (Who I had to name for this story because officially he didn’t have one.) Way back during the Intergalactic World Tournament, Hercule had taken on four students and Shades was the buff American-themed one with purple hair and wrap around green glasses. He was a very flashy dressed, wearing a tunic and leather harness similar to Olibu but with blue wrist bands and a blue and yellow starred kilt. He had gold feathers sticking out the back of his head band. And long golden fringe strapped around his biceps.

While Shades looked the part, he was killed off-screen when aliens invaded and disrupted the tournament.

He was going up against Bandages the Mummy, someone who Goku had defeated as a child.

The next fight of the night would be Tora vs. Nail.

Tora was a Siayan who fought alongside Goku’s father during the war against Frieza. His hair was shaved along the sides and stuck up in the middle, and in the back he sported a fluffy ponytail.

Nail, in every sense of the word, just looked exactly like Piccolo. He was a Namekian too and likely a distant relative of his, though they all were given they reproduced by cloning. They still had dicks to have sex of course, but they gave birth by blasting eggs out the mouth.

Fight three of the night was between Bora, the Indian, and Amond who was a Recoome-like guy who used to run with Turles’s gang.

The Fourth fight was between Vinegar vs. Mustard.

Vinegar was a towering, purple-skinned behemoth with long pointed ears, Minotaur horns, and long, shaggy brown hair. He had impressively big pecks that seemed thicker than his thighs.

Mustard was shorter but still taller than Goku. He had brown skin and long pointed Minotaur horns with long red shaggy hair that went far down his back. There wasn’t that much that impressed them from the poster.

The for the last fight it was Hercule vs. The Great Saiyaman and it was for sure Gohan in the poster.

Before going in, they had to undergo a deep body scan. One by one they stepped into a glass booth that closed around them. A ring with a blue beam light then went up and down to create a 3D model of them on a computer. Afterward, the glass booth opened up and they were sent onto an employee asking them to pick who they thought was going to win each fight.

This was an odd request to have associated with their ticket but also required if they wanted to gain entry.

As Olibu, Goku, Pikkon, and Yamcha stood there, they debated who the best fighters actually were.

“Well, you can’t go wrong with Gohan,” Goku said. “That’s a no-brainer.” Pikkon and Olibu seemed to agree.

Yamcha on the other hand had his reserves. “But, what if this fight is staged and Gohan’s just doing it for the money?”

Goku shot him a look. “What Gohan? No way! My son’s not that kind of fighter and he never was. Besides, he could always come to me and ask for money.”

Yamcha made a sideways frown. “I guess.” He looked up at the list of fighters and thought a moment who he was going to vote for.

Olibu was the one to say it. “You know, without being allowed to form Ki blasts or fire energy beams, it really balances some of these fights out.”

Pikkon shook his head, “I have no idea who any of these fighters are.” He said and just tapped at random to finish quickly.

Goku agreed with Olibu. “I see what you mean. I beat Bandage as a kid, but I can’t really judge this Shades guy at all. Vinegar’s got quite the reach on Mustard from what I recall. I know I’ve fought Amond and Bora but I really couldn’t say which was the better fighter. Then there’s Nail and Tora, do I go Saiyan or the guy who looks exactly like Piccolo?”

They finished picking their winners and moved into the stadium proper. The actual stadium itself was perfectly round on the inside. The oblong parts at the two corners were strictly for admitting patrons into the building. There were three floors of rings to walk that were full of stores like a shopping mall and food court all wrapped into one. The main auditorium in the middle was setup like a boxing area with two main aisles for the fighters to come in through on opposite ends and meet in a square fighting pen in the center.

As they walked around, they were stricken by something odd. Most of the shops here were all selling bondage gear.

“Penis Armor Emporium?” Yamcha read aloud.

It was an entire store devoted to decorative cock locks in all different sizes. The thing was you didn’t seem to buy them. Each one had a scanner beneath it and they watched as buff guys slid their tickets under some.

Pikkon found someone who worked there. “Hay uhh excuse me. But uhh what is all this?”

The slender blue-skinned Ogre turned around. He was wearing a white shirt and tie and holding a clipboard. He looked remarkably like the guy who had driven Goku to Snake Way all those years ago. “Hmmmm. Oh you can pick out how you’d like to be tied up beforehand.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Pikkon asked, as Yamcha, Olibu, and Goku all stopped and turned to him.

The slender Ogre held up a knowing finger. “Why, did no one tell you?” They looked at him blankly so he explained. “After the first fight, a ray gun is going to go around the whole stadium and beam all of your clothes right off your backs. Then, depending on whether or not the fighter you bet on won, you’ll have the bondage gear you picked out beamed right onto your bodies.”

They were all staring at him, open-mouthed. It was Goku who asked. “And if we don’t pick out anything?”

The slender Ogre explained. “Well in that case choices will be made for you, and believe me, you want to pick how you get tied up as fast as possible. Some of the nicer options get claimed pretty quick.”

There was a sudden uproar at a nearby store called “Tasty Balls” with specialized in mouth gags. Someone was shouting, “What do you mean all the ball gags are claimed!?”

The slightly overweight Ogre working the store explained, “I’m sorry but all of the ball gags are claimed already. But we have plenty of wads of stinky gym socks, and rubber cock gags left.”

The hair on Pikkon, Olibu, and Goku’s necks all stood on end. It was Yamcha who asked, “But what happens if we bet on a loser?”

The slender Ogre grinned a little. “Oh that’s the best part. If your fighter loses, then we beam you into some of the more,” he air quoted, “Long Term, options.” And then he gestured at a store front lined with prison bars. There, mannequins of strong fighter types were all bound up in a variety of ways. Some were just mummified with nipple weights clamped onto their pumped out nipples, while others were in full body gimp sacks that were covered in belts and featured zipper masks and spiked collars on. There was a row showing off some of the more evil-looking cock cages that featured spikes on the inside, screws that could be tightened, one that looked like a pin cushion and had needles stabbing through the foam nut sack. The worst-looking one of all didn’t have a penis, but instead, just a flat disk of metal that looked like a cheese grater, and spun around slowly in the metal ring. The plastic mannequin material for the penis there had slowly been getting shaved off and had a small pile of what looked like powdered snow on the foam balls.

“Jesus, Fucking, Christe!” Pikkon said.

The slender Ogre approached them again. “I’d hurry if I were you. We just had all the leather boots get claimed and most of the shackled penis weights below 15 pounds too. Pretty soon it’s just going to be the 45ers.”

Goku, Pikkon, Olibu, and Yamcha dashed past him in a panic. Their heads darting around from store to store unsure what to pick. They’d fooled around with some sex toys in their day but most of this wasn’t really their scene at all. “Where’s the fuzzy handcuff store when you need it!?” Yamcha yelled.

They ran past one shop that seemed to be selling stone disks, that ranged from hockey puck-sized to a small dinner plate. The Ogre manning it was saying, “Storage Disks! Portal Disks! You know you want them! Come on folks, you can either have your dick portaled right to a glory hole or into the deep frier at the Cock Dog stand.”

It was mostly members of Frieza’s old crew running around, Saiyans all armored up with their tails swinging, and random Nameks and other alien races. Goku recognized Recoome among the crowed, “Oh hay Recoome!” he called to him happily. They made eye contact but were running in opposite directions.

The E-Stim store was their saving grace as they all managed to claim a good one in that they were ones with actual dials and power settings. The bad models were just car batteries and jumper cables with an alarming range of questionable products in between.

After leaving that store Yamcha had to ask, “Uhhh Goku I know we’re here for Gohan, but are we really going to be tied up for this?”

Goku didn’t know how to answer. “Umm I mean, you can leave if you want. But I’m staying.”

Pikkon and Olibu exchanged a look to one another, unsure if this was worth it.

Olibu said reluctantly. “I guess we could give this a try.”

Pikkon frowned. He had a bad feeling about all this.

Everywhere else they went to was all sold out of the ‘good’ stuff. They realized some of the guys were picking out the more intense sex toys on purpose.

They caught Shisami, the tall, muscular, red-skinned Minotaur looking fellow finishing up a scan for a full-bodied Gimp French Maid uniform. The mannequin had a zipper mask, bowtie, leather straitjacket, frilly black skirt, thigh high leather boots that had great big heels, and a very large butt plug attachment that had a big poofy feather duster on the end of it. He was asking the Ogre there, “Could I actually have the feather duster as part of my sound rod please?”

The Ogre blushed, “Oh my sir. Do you really have the dick for that? That thing weights as much as a pillow.”

Shisami leaned into him, touching his bulge. “Oh I got the dick for that and then some. Now make it happen.”

They all stopped running around frantically as it became clear all of the items they would have considered had been claimed. “Well, I guess we’re mostly stuck with things they pick out for us then,” Yamcha said, deciding to stay after all. “The tickets say we’re allowed to keep all this bondage gear after the fight. Apparently, it was built into the cost of the ticket.” He said wishing he’d read that part before buying. Thinking about it, he was fairly certain the text had been printed on his ticket after being scanned at the door.

Yamcha’s eyes lit up at a coupon that had also been printed on the back of his. “Hay, it says here we all get a free energy drink.”

They all looked at the back of their tickets. Sure enough, there was a voucher for a free Extra Large Asparagus and Senzu Bean Energy Shake on the back. There was even a little map that showed them where they could get it.

“Huh.” Goku uttered. “Anything with Senzu bean in it’s got to be great for energy. But I don’t know about this asparagus.”

Pikkon grinned, “It’s hardy.” He said. “Chock full of vitamins.” Then added, “Plus it makes your pee smell.”

Olibu rolled his eyes.

The four went off to look to get their free energy drinks and then ventured to their seats. As they came into the central auditorium, a techno remix of “I Like To Move It, Move It” blared. It had so much bass going on, they could feel their boots vibrating. They found their seats, and other similar club music tracks played while they waited.

They were right in the second row from the stage. There, they sat for a while, sipped at their drinks lightly jamming out to the loud songs. They could feel the bass of the music vibrating their asses too. All the other patrons filed into filed as lights danced all around them to fire up the crowd. As they sat there, they all started to feel funny.

Goku felt his cock starting to get hard and poke its way down his leg. Yamcha was having the same issue. Pikkon too, but thankfully they all had on baggy pants… except for poor Olibu who was wearing a white tunic thanks to having performed deeds for the gods in the past had been blessed with the biggest cock of them all.

“Hay uhhh,” Yamcha uttered. “Is anyone else feeling funny? He said, loosening his shirt and feeling his head spin a little.

“Yeah,” Goku said, adjusting his leg to stroke his dick some. “This energy drink is really good.” He said sucking more down.

Olibu was next to Goku and felt his tunic lift. He had a thick gold cock piercing in his dick hole which glinted as it poked out. Olibu blushed as he glanced down and realized his dick was showing. He quickly stuffed it between his thighs, pressed them together and folded his legs to try and keep his cock contained. His dick was longer than his thighs were though and thicker than the extra-large energy drink he’d been slurping down.

Goku blushed, in awe of what Olibu was packing. A smile slowly came across his face as he realized not just them but everyone in the stadium was having the same problem.

“Oh wow,” Yamcha said looking around at all the guys fighting to keep their dicks contained. They had all gotten the free drink that came with their tickets. There were even Ogres walking around with trays of the things handing them out to the crowd. “This is going to be a fun night once they beam all our clothes off.” He said, too loudly. Then he caught sight of the bulge running down Pikkon’s leg.

Pikkon’s penis went all the way down to his knees and bulged out like an additional muscle.

Beside him happened to be Shisami seat, then Zeeun, and then Recoome who had all come separately to see the fight.

Zeeun was another, towering, orange-skinned, musclebound guy with small white horns. He had a widow's peak, and his mullet of shaggy red hair came far down his back. He was wearing a leather harness and thong, which his big orange dick popped right out of, revealing that he also had some piercings down there.

Besides their usual clothes, Shisami, Zeeun, and Recoome all wore thongs and their huge dicks had all popped free of them. Shisami had even adjusted to let his deep reed bulbous Minotaur balls stick out and hang over the end of his seat like a pair of truck nuts. He came to the stadium with weighted shackles stretching them out already.

Shisami caught Yamcha looking and made a kissy face down at him.

Yamcha fell nervously back in his seat, blushing at Goku’s 14-inch bulge down his pant leg and Olibu wrestling with his Kraken of a cock. It all made him feel inadequate but 6 inches was nothing to be ashamed of, he told himself. He was content to have a good time even if he was the smallest dick in the room. He took another gulp of his Asparagus and Senzu drink and chugged it down.

All the way at the other end Olibu was thinking, ‘How the hell am I going to hide this thing when they take my clothes off?’

Suddenly the lights dimmed, and fighting began.

Chapter 2

The Announcer was a short, blond-haired human in a dark suit. He had a pencil-thin mustache and sunglasses on, despite this being an indoor event. He got up onto the fighting ring and held the microphone up. “May I have your attention, please!” He said excitedly. “Welcome to the Official Mr. Satan Stadium right here in beautiful Hell!”

The crowd cheered.

“We’ll be starting our first fight of the evening in just a minute. In the meantime, please grab a free energy drink, finalize all purchases, and take your seats before things get underway! Anyone attempting to leave will have all of their bets forfeited and we’ll be beaming some of the worst bondage gear right onto your bodies.”

As he said this the huge monitors above showed two such guys running out in the parking area, only for the parking lot light pillars to transform into ray guns and shoot them. The two buys were suddenly beamed away. The camera angle changed to one of the store shop fronts where the two guys appeared, their bodies transformed into mannequins through dawning gas masks, leather straitjackets, and spiked balls chained to their nuts which hung between their legs. The two mannequins still cried out from their cores. “EMMMM EMMMMMM!!!” Indicating they were still alive but transformed into plastic men. There were lots of other things going on with their nipples, asses, and dicks but it was too much to take in. The screen changed back to the announcer.

The Announcer went on. “And don’t worry about losing too many fights. You’re all covered in the event of four losses. But anything more than that and we’ll have to put you to work until you’ve paid off your debt.” Then in a more upbeat tone added, “Now we got five fights for you tonight so let’s get right to the first one!”

He gestured to one side. “Coming in from the Red Corner now, weighing 245 pounds and standing at 6’ even, It’s Shades!!!”

The song, “Clubbed to Death” from The Matrix by Rob Dougan started playing and Shades walked casually down the row to the fighting ring. Guys on both sides cheered for him shouting, “YEAHHHHHH!!!”

Shades climbed up into the ring and struck a pose giving everyone finger guns as he twirled around.

The Announcer turned to the opposite corner. “And coming in the Blue Corner, weighing 268 pounds and standing 6’ 3’, it’s Bandages The Mummy!”

The song, “Black Betty,” by Ram Jam started playing as an entourage of 6 muscular Ogre’s carrying a sarcophagus made their way to the fighting arena. The Ogres all had Egyptian Anubis headdresses on and walked casually flexing their free arms up to the crowd. They stopped at the halfway point and set the sarcophagus down. The lid opened and Bandages the Mummy dressed like an Egyptian pharaoh arose from it. The crowd got fired up when he did that and he walked the rest of the way alone, stepping into the fighting ring and raising his arms to rev up the crowd.

Goku tilted his head to the side. “Well, he’s a little bigger than when I fought him at least.” He said, recalling how he beat him as a child. He was having second thought about betting on him as the winner.

The referee went over the rules with the two in the middle and then the Announcer dinged the bell.

Fighting got underway with Shades showing off some impressive footwork. He was certainly faster than Bandag was but Bandag had a big more muscle to him. They exchanged blows with one another with Shades managing to trip Bandag at one point, but he couldn’t follow through. Also, his kick didn’t even dent the ground as was so often the case in Dragon Ball Z fights. This made Goku feel a little better about picking Bandage as the winner and it paid off.

Shades slipped up glancing at something he saw in the crowd and took a punch to the face. Bandages pressed on hitting him. Shades blocked but left his chest open and Bandag went for it hitting him again and again. The round ended and the two returned to their corners for a short respite, like in a boxing match.

A minute later, the bell rang again and the two were going at it. Shades was more focused this time and managed to dodge one of Bandage’s attacks but punching the guy was like hitting a sack of potatoes. Bandage back armed him into a post and managed to pin him down.

The ref came running over counting. “One, Two, Three, Four…”

Shades was punching him in the side to get the hell off but never managed to get unpinned.

“Eight, Nine, Ten!!!” The ref said and then Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding!

“Fuck!!!” Shades yelled out.

Bandage got off him and held his arms up to the crowd. Everyone cheered him on.

Shades got up and brushed himself off looking uneasy about how the match went.

The Announcer came up to Bandage and held the mic up for him. “Alright Bandage, as the winner tell us how you want him bound?”

Bandage grinned evilly and pointed right at him. “First, I want him stripped of his clothes!”

A huge ray gun came down from the tower of huge monitors in the middle of the arena and zapped Shades with a green energy beam. His clothes, except for his trademark wrap-around shades, vaporized right off his back, revealing his fully erect 12-inch dick to the audience. “GUahhh!!!” He yipped and quickly cupped his hands around his dick and balls.

The crowd all pointed and laughed.

Bandage went on. “Now pack his mouth full of the stickiest, foulest, most disgusting socks you have and wrap him up!”

Shades was trembling, “Wait! I didn’t agree to, MURMPH!?!?!?” The green gay shot over him again and suddenly his cheeks were stretched out from the wads of stinky gym socks that had materialized in them. His whole body was wrapped in bandages, with his arms tightly locked at their sides. His erect 12-inch cock stick stuck out through all the wrappings, as did his green shades. His purple hair stuck out the top too as did his toes. “EMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He cried out hopping up and down in place and wriggling in mid-air. Each time he landed it made his dick wag.

The crowd all lost it. Even Goku was laughing.

“Yeah!!!!” Bandage shouted to the crowd. Then he went and claimed his prize.

He went over and scooped Shades over his shoulder and carried him back to his corner. There, the Ogres were waiting for him. He handed him off and they put Shades down into his sarcophagus. Shades was still wriggling to get free when they shut the lid on him, then they wrapped it up in chains. The Announcer held the microphone up to it and his muffled cries echoed through the stadium, “EMMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!”

The Ogre’s carried him out through the entryway Bandage had used to enter through. Everyone was still pointing and laughing as he passed, then cheered as Bandage himself followed them out.

Hanging up above, Shade’s poster updated to show him bound and gagged like that but still with his wraparound sunglasses on.

Pikkon, Yamcha, Goku, and Olibu were all smiling from ear to ear. “Man, I’m glad I stayed,” Yamcha said.

Goku was in awe, “Yeah, tonight’s gonna be lots of fun.”

“Yeah.” Olibu agreed.

Pikkon nodded.

The Announcer then held up the microphone. “Alright, everyone. There you have it. I hope you all favored Bandage to win.”

A moment of realization swept over the crowd as they all seemed to remember what the terms were for watching the fight. The ray gun aimed out over the audience now and blasted in a wade beam all over them. As it passed by the first time Olibu, Goku, Yamcah, and Pikkon all had their clothes vaporized off of them as did Shisami, Zeeun, and Recoome. Their dicks all whipped up, smacking them in the chest. Olibu’s hit him in the middle of his pecks with a loud, Thump! He could seriously just put a straw in the end of it and suck his cum out if he wanted to. Goku’s 14-inch cock made an impressive slam as well. Yamcha’s not so much but he was only human after all. Pikkon’s hit him just below the pecks and was thick and green with dark black spots all over it. Shisami’s deep red Minotaur cock was as thick as Olibu’s and also sported a cock piercing through his dick hole, as did Zeeun’s, whose dick was on par with what Goku was packing but slightly thicker. Recoome had a great-sized cock, longer than Goku’s and easily suck-able if he leaned down a little.

The ray gun kept right on going, stripping the whole crowd of their clothing. Namekian, mixed races from Frieza’s army, and more Saiyans than Goku ever knew existed all stripped of their clothing and armor, all having their long, fully erect dicks whipping up and hitting them in the chest.

There was quite the moment of shared comradery as they all had a good laugh about it, but the ray gun kept right on around now for a second pass. The Announcer said, “Alright, now that you’re all naked, time to punish the losers!”

The ray gun swept over them all again and Olibu, Pikkon, Shisami, and Recoome all had their mouths stuffed full of foul-tasting, stinky gym socks, with their mouths tightly wrapped in bandages. The wrappings kept right on going, locking their arms to their sides and, binding their legs together, but also knotting around the base of their dicks and balls so they stuck out among the bandages. Their bare feet were also out as well as their nipples and a rectangle around their eyes.

“MURMPH!!!!” “EMMMMMMMMM!!!” “MUMPHHHHH!!!!” “EMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Olibu, Pikkon, Shisami, and Recoome all shouted out, heaving themselves up out of their chairs and struggled to break free.

As they did that, Olibu’s dick clubbed down onto the mummified Namek sitting in front of him. The guy’s antennas still stuck out through his bandages and were stiffer than they looked. As he turned his head to see what had hit him, they acted like chop sticks on Olibu’s cock, grabbing hold of it. “MUMRPH!?” The guy uttered to ask what the fuck. Olibu realized he’d clubbed the guy and sat back down, almost pulling him out of his chair in the process, but the guy turned his head to release him.

Olibu sat in his seat, sulking a moment. He didn’t mind being wrapped up so much as the socks in his mouth. “EMMMMMMMMM!!!” He uttered in disgust and fought to move them away from his tongue but there was no escaping the taste.

Pikkon had done the same thing, but to a Saiyan with big bushy black hair. “Hay asshole!” The Saiyan had shouted and smacked Pikkon’s big green penis off of him.

“EMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Pikkon had shouted and sat back down.

Yamcha looked and saw Shisami, and Recoome all having the same misunderstanding with people seated in front of them. Then he looked to see who was sitting behind him and was relieved to see Guldo sitting there, who was all bound up and had a tiny chode for a penis. ‘Oh thank god,’ he thought. ‘No way he’s clubbing me in the head with that tiny pecker.’

Goku nudged him and asked, “So what do you think’s going to happen to us?”

Yamcha watched as the ray gun came back to sweep around again. “That E-stim device on our dicks I hope.”

All the looser from the crowd were gagged and mummified now so the Announcer said, “And now to reward the winners!”

The ray gun swept over them again. Olibu ducked and covered, expecting something bad to happen but he was left unaffected, as were Pikkon, Shisami, and Recoome who had all picked the loser and already been mummified for it. As the ray passed them by this time, it was Goku, Yamcha, and Zeeun who got tied up.

“MURMPH!?!?!” Goku cried out.

Large rubber cock gags had formed in their mouths and strapped around their faces. Black, leather zipper masks formed over their heads with the mouths zipped shut. Their arms were tightly bound in black, leather straitjackets with straps that came down and hooked onto cock rings around the base of their dicks and balls, and then more straps onto belts grabbing hold of their muscular thighs.

This time it was Goku, Yamcha, and Zeeun who jumped out of their seats. It was kind of like doing the wave because everyone who had won had done it.

Their legs were free though so they were able to dance around a bit with it. They struggled to get their arms free. Goku felt he could easily have gotten out if he simply powered up a bit but then he realized his and all the Saiyan in the crowd had extra straps grabbing hold of the base of their tails, clamping down on them tight. His body wanted to go limp, it was like grabbing the back of a cat’s neck for Saiyans. He was still able to move but it caused him a good deal of pain to do so, something he would have to manage through as the night went on.

Still standing, Goku, Yamcha, and Zeeun watched as the ray swept across the crowd doing everyone up in a similar get-up. He started to understand why the ball gags had sold out so fast as they were the smallest things to bite down on compared to the hefty rubber cocks in their mouths. There were other styles of hoods and zipper masks too that didn’t cover the face up so much they should have probably looked into. The two looked at each other and chuckled. Then they sat back down between Olibu and Pikkon, who were also in fits of muffled laughter. This was the most ridiculous fight any of them had ever been to.

Chapter 3

The Announcer called out, “And now, onto our second fight of the evening. Entering through the Blue corner,” He gestured, “Standing 7’ 5” tall and weighing 255 pounds, it’s Nail!!!”

The song, “Sunflower” by Post Malone and Swae Lee started playing as Nail and his entourage of jacked-up Nameks in rubber hoods all followed him in.

The crowd went wild… or tired too at least. Everyone’s mouths were stuffed full of socks, rubber dicks or ball gags and their arms were all bound so they were left either stomping their feet, jumping up and down and or moaning wildly. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!”

Nail had a smirk on his face as he walked. He’d grown to love that sound of 700+ guys with rubber dicks in their mouths trying to cheer for him. He cupped a hand to his ear to play up the fact that he couldn’t hear them, then he waved his arm for them to cheer louder. And they did especially his fellow Nameks who had all bet on him.

At the halfway point on the other side, some Ogre’s were making adjustments to the barriers, pushing them back farther to form a round area. The Announcer then announced, “And coming down onto the Red Corner, standing 6’ 1” and weight 208 pounds, it’s Tora!!!”

The song, “Invasion” the theme song to WWE/WCE Goldberg started playing as a round opening formed in the ceiling and down came one of the round Saiyan pod ships. It’s afterburners roared and bellowed out smoke down onto the crowd. A small team of Ogre’s dressed in flame retardant suits held everyone back as the ship came to set down. The door pressurized and opened spilling out dry ice smoke from the chamber.

Tora emerged, looking ready to kick someone’s head in. All of the Saiyans in the crowd lost it for him with them all leaping up and wagging their monkey tails around. Several even linked-tailed and jumped together. “EMMMMMMMMM!!!” They cried out, trying to power up in the excitement, but even the ones who had been mummified had their tails tied up there. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!”

Tora stood before Nail in the fighting ring. The referee explained the rules of the match and told them to begin. The bell dinged, and as soon as the ref got out of the way, they went at it.

They both lunged forward, smashing their forearms together. Tora did a backspin, unfurled his tail and whipped around one of Nail’s wrists as he fell forward. Nail did a forward flip, grabbed hold of Tora’s tail with his other hand and yanked him forward while also ducking to avoid Tora’s fists. Tora got pulled to the ground, letting go with his tail and fell down in slow motion, punching for Nail to let go with his other hand. The two went at it for a wile like this with Nail holding onto the end of Tora’s tail and the two blocking each other’s kicks and punches. Finally, the round ended, and Nail had to let go of the thing.

The two returned to their corners got a little pep talk from their crews and a minute later, the bell rang. They started going at it, this time a little faster. Tora kept his tail wrapped up. The two seemed evenly matched but then Nail started getting a few punches in. It took Tora a moment to realize how and then he saw, Nail had stretched his Namek arms a few inches longer than they had been at the start of the fight. This gave him a clear advantage as Tora couldn’t hit him without getting closer and ran the risk of moving forward right into one of Nail’s fists. It didn’t happen this round but it did in the forth. Nail got a great punch in on Tora and didn’t let up at all. He knocked Tora to the ground and pinned him down.

The ref counted it out. “One, Two,”

Tora punched Nail in the head so hard that he started bleeding and had to let him up. The round ended and the two went back to their corners.

Nails enterage tended to his cut. There was an extra thirty seconds granted while the medic on hand saw to his wound and signed off that he was food to fight.

Round five started and the two rumbled. Nail managed the same thing this round too and managed to pin him for the remaining, “Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten.” The bell dinged and Nail was declared the winner.

The Announcer came back out. “And the winner is, Nail!”

The crowd all bobbed their heads and stomped their feet to cheer, while all of the Nameks went nuts jumping out of their seats. “EMMMMM EMMMM EMMMMM EMMMM EMMMMM!!!!” The Saiyans who had bet on Tora remained quiet and all looked annoyed aside form Goku who had bet on Nail given that he looked like Piccolo.

“Alright Nail,” the Announcer said. “How do you want him bound up?”

Nail was panting and looked Tora over for a sec. Then he licked his lips and said, “Well for starters let’s strip him naked.”

Tora stood there with his arms crossed. The ray shot over him and his Saiyan vaporized right off of his body. Tora didn’t even flinch. He just stood there, wearing nothing but a smile and let everyone take in his 14-inch Saiyan dick.

Nail eyed him up and down, smiling, then said, “Now like we discussed earlier.” Then he twirled a finger to the Ogre’s up in the control room. He had something a little more complex planned if he won.

“Hmmm?” Tora uttered, then he watched as the ray aimed back at his Saiyan ship and fired.

The ray gun transformed his spaceship into a padded leather cell with straps hanging on the side for his ankles to be bound into. The door, which folded down for them to step out onto now had a fucking machine built into it with a big green rubber horse cock in it, pulsating and squirting lube out it’s rubber dick hole as it pumped up and down a few times. The whole ship had been painted black with the words “Bitch Machine” in bright yellow letters on the side.

The ray gun aimed back at Tora who was now wide-eyed and frozen in the spot, saying, “Oh Shit!” The beam shot him and his mouth was stuffed with a rubber cock gag, a perfect replica of Nail’s dick and balls right down to the little nubs at the tip of his Namek cock head. “MURMPH!?” Tora cried out, choking on it.

Tora had a black leather zipper mask strapped over his head. His arms were tightly bound in a black leather straitjacket just like the one Goku had on that bound the base of his tail and gripped onto his thighs and cock ring. His big 14-inch penis had been tightly pressed into his body thanks to a metal cock cage with spikes inside it stabbing him down to just 2 inches. “EMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He cried out, dropping to his knees and falling forward. This revealed that his tail was also tied up in a knot with two big loops, like a great big hairy bow.

Nail came over to him and escorted Tora off the fighting ring. Nail’s entourage of Nameks carried him off to his ship and strapped him into his seat.

Nail took the microphone again. “Now Tora, I hope you love what I did to you. Because you’re going to be touring the Galazy a dozen times before your ship lands again.”

Tora was wide-eyed and struggling to get free. He was now belted to his chair with his ankles forced high up into the air. As the door to his ship closed, the rubber cock on the fucking machine lined up perfectly with his asshole and started fucking him.

“Now everyone wave bye-bye.” Nail said, waving.

The Ogre’s who had set up the landing area and Nail’s entourage of Nameks all waved as did the Announcer. The rest of the crowd though all had their arms bound and bobbed their heads up and down instead. The Saiyans all waved their tails though they weren’t happy to see him go.

Tora’s face was up on the big monitors. He went cross-eyed a moment as he adjusted to the huge rubber horse cock up his ass fucking him but then he focused out on the camera watching him. The engines to his ship fired up and he was shaking his head No, “EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMM!!!” But then the thrusters engaged and off he went, blasting up through the same hole in the ceiling he’d come in by.

His huge banner hanging in the room changed to show his bound-up face in the ship. The words, “Get Fucked” appeared across it.

Several monitors out in the stadium showing the action now switched over to a live feed of Tora getting fucked up the ass and showing his exact location blasting through the galaxy.

Nail took one last moment to drink it in from the crowd as they all stomped their feet and cried out in muffled cheers. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Then he hopped down and left through the same corner that he had entered with his entourage behind him.

“Alright,” The Announcer said, “It’s that time again! I hope you all bet on Nail as the winner because if you didn’t…” He gestured up towards the ceiling again. “Here comes the cum!”

Olibu glanced up at the ceiling, “Murmph!?” He uttered and then saw several hundred, round openings all open all at once with one directly above his head.

Roughly ten buckets of cum had just been dropped directly down on the heads of everyone who had picked Tora as the winner. It splashed down on them like a tidal wave and sprayed everyone else around them. SPLASH!!!!

Olibu was drenched with his long golden hair now sopping wet and firmly sticking to his cum soaked bandages.

Goku had shut his eyes and turned away only to get splashed with it from every other direction because the losers who bet on Tora were all around him. He was suddenly thankful that his zipper mask hood thing accounted for the spikes his hair made because it kept that part of him dry at least.

Shisami, Zeeun, and Recoome had all bet on the Tora to win and had also been drenched in cum. Zeeun who was at least bound in the leather zipper mask and straitjacket rubbed himself against Shisami and Recoome trying to dry him off but they were so thoroughly drenched with it there was not getting it off. He’d have to let it drip.

Goku, Yamcha, and Pikkon had bet on the Nail to win and remained dry aside from what had splashed onto them. But the three did raise their feet off the ground as the incline to the center stage had created quite the steady stream of cum flowing to it from the hundred or so guys sitting behind them who had all gotten drenched.

The Announcer, who had done the only sane thing and stood in the exact middle of the fighting ring to remain dry, looked around chuckling to himself at the crowd of moaning and groaning he heard going on. He read from an index card, “Tonight’s cum has been donated by….” He trailed off and tore the card up. “You know what. It’s better if you all don’t know.”

There was some muffled groaning from the crowd. Somehow not knowing where an Olympic swimming pool’s worth of cum had come from was worse.

The Announcer went on, “And now to the rewards.”

The ray gun swept over the crowd again. Goku, Yamcha, and Pikkon felt as vibrating anal plugs materialized up into their asses right up against their prostates. About a dozen wires in different colors all stuck out the end and came under their taints, there they coiled around their nut sacks to form a knot and a somewhat heavy control box hung from off the end of their chairs. Additional wires were hooked onto two more rings that had materialized along their dicks. One down near the base and another that tightly gripped just under their cock head.

Goku and Yamcha had both jumped out of their seats from the surprise up their asses. Additional straps had formed from their straitjackets to hold their anal plus in place. “EMMM EMMM EMMMM!!!” They both cried out as electricity kicked on and they felt their dicks pulsating to the slight techno club music that played during this time.

Pikkon seemed content to sit and enjoy himself. He was mummified but dry aside from what had splashed on him. His big green dick slightly pulsated along with Yamcha and Goku’s.

Chapter 4

The Announcer kept things moving. “And now, onto our third fight of the night!” He gestured. “Coming in the Blue Corner, standing 6’ 3” and weighing 176 pounds, it’s Bora!”

A song titled, “The Tribal Chief” which is the entrance music for the wrestler Roman Reigns, started playing. It was a very orchestral song, but it really made the hair stand up on Goku, Yamcha, and Pikkon’s necks. Their E-stim devices were sending jolts of electricity to their prostates and dicks in concert with the chorus.

Bora came walking in, along with two other male members of the Karinga Tribe. They made their way to the stage with lots of guys wincing with delight. All of the winners from the last round had their E-stim devices going and it was making their dicks bounce, not enough to cum but enough to cause some serious confusion if they were straight.

The Announcer gestured to the other side, “And from the Red Corner, standing 6’ 6” tall and weighing 185 pounds, it’s Amond!”

The song “Dance with the Dead” by Hex started playing. The chorus revved up and was even more stimulating than the last song. Among emerged through a cloud of smoke. In his entourage, Daiz and Rasin accompanied him to the fighting ring.

The referee explained the rules to them and stepped back. Ding went the bell and the two went at it. They gripped each other hand to hand, testing one another’s strength. Amond had a bit of an upper hand though but Bora managed to roll back and flip Amond over him. He hit the ropes and did a kind of dance move on one hand, swinging his legs around and was back on his feet. He charged Bora kicking and punching forcing him to fall back. Amond had him cornered like this for the rest of the first round.

They went back to their corners a moment talking strategy with their teams. A minute later the bell rang and they were at it again.

This was not as great of a fight as the previous one. It was clear Amond had a slight advantage from the beginning and after six more rounds, he managed to tire Bora out and pin him. It was a good effort.

The Announcer raised Amond’s arm up into the air. “And the winner is, Amond!”

The crowd went wild with muffled cheering and stomping their feet to the ground. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!”

“Alright Amond,” The Announcer said, “Tell us how you want him tied up?”

Amond took the microphone from the announcer’s hand and pointed as he spit out commands. “First I want you to strip this fella naked!”

The ray gun shot Bora’s clothes off. He stood there with a respectable 11-inch uncircumcised cock, but given his tall statue and muscular build, it seemed smaller than that.

Amond went on shouting. “Now put that loincloth of his right in his mouth and tape it shut.”

The ray gun reformed Bora’s loin cloth all rolled up in his mouth. Duct tape wrapped around his lips several times. “EMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He moaned reaching up to it.

“Now shove him in a deer-skin gimp sack with his ass and dick out,” Amond said.

The ray gun shot Bora again and he was suddenly stitched into a skin-tight leather sack made of deer skin. His dick and balls stuck out an opening in the front. His arms were tightly bound to their sides. You could make out where his nipples were and he had piercings poking through the leather. The part covering his head was like a hood that had eye and mouth holes. The mouth was zipped shut but the eye holes were open. “MURMPH!!!” He huffed.

“Now put one of them E-stim devices on his dick,” Amond said.

Bora glanced down at the E-stim device that had just appeared down there. The wires were wrapped around his nut sack just like Goku and Yamcha’s were, with an anal plug jolting at his prostate and two rings around his dick stimulating him there.

Amond was holding up two fingers, indicating he was almost finished. “Now generate a wooden totem poll around his body.” He said smiling.

Bora’s bare feet stuck out the bottom as a wooden tree trunk formed around his body and became carved away with several shapes. Bora’s dick and balls were sticking out of a Bear’s mouth now with his dick flexing around like a tongue. “EMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He cried out. Just above the bear's head, his nipple rings were among a ring of rings that went around the totem. Eagle wings stuck out at the sides just above his head and a wooden cage in its chest housed Bora’s actual bound-up head. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He cried out.

Amond lowered his last finger. “Now crank that E-stim device way up and beam him somewhere out in the wilderness so he can get in touch with nature.”

The monitors showed Bora, wide-eyed in his wooden cage shaking his head No, “EMMMM EMMMMM!!! EMMMMM EMMMMMMM!!!” But then he was beamed away from the stadium and the feed changed to somewhere out in the middle of a pine forest. His totem pole appeared in a grassy field. The footage changed to a close-up of his dick pulsating away in the Bear’s mouth and him almost immediately cumming, “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He howled. The footage showed a close-up of his face going cross-eyed, and then back to a wide shot as the totem pole fell over.

Bora’s banner hanging in the main room changed to show his leather-bound face imprisoned behind wooden bars with a wide-eyed expression on his face.

Among did a mic drop, made a gang sign with his hands, and bowed out of the ring.

The Announcer retrieved his mic from the ground and said, “Well if a totem pole tips over in the woods and no one’s there to hear it, does it make a sound? The answer is Yes.” He joked then said, “Alright, you know it’s that time again! I hope you all picked Amond as your winner!”

The crowd all moaned and bobbed their heads in a variety of ways. Olibu, Pikkon, Shisami, and Recoome had all bet on Bora winning. Goku, Yamcha, and Zeeun again had all bet on the winner, Amond.

Olibu was having the worst luck. Not only had he not yet picked a winner, but also because of where he was sitting, he was the first to receive the punishment. The ray swept over him and his eyes widened as a massive rubber horse cock formed up into his asshole which had pulsating action. Straps at the base formed beneath his bandages that gripped around his waist and thighs so it didn’t fuck its way up into him. He was also gifted with a black, leather gimp sack that tightly squeezed all the bandages to his skin. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He cried out as his dick and balls were stretched just slightly forward as a built-in cock ring formed in the leather sack. There were slits for his nipples to poke out through in the front. The part covering his head was a zipper mask with the mouth zipped shut and the eyes unzipped at the moment. There was an opening at the top where all of his long, golden, cum soaked hair had been pulled out through and now draped down the back of his head like a soggy mess.

‘FUCK!!!!’ Olibu thought to himself, bending forward a moment to try and adjust his insides while this thing up his ass fucked him.

The same thing happened to Pikkon but his bandages were still mostly dry and of course, he didn’t have any hair so his hood part was closed up top. He too shifted about in his seat as a rubber horse cock mounted his organs.

Shisami’s hood was more befitting to his bull-shaped head, with openings for his horns to poke out. He went cross-eyed a moment feeling the horse cock up his ass. He had Centaur friends back where he was from though so this was nothing new to him and he quite liked it.

Recoome had one just like Olibu had on with the opening for his orange puffy hair at the top. He adjusted to the rubber horse cock up his ass a little better because he had one at home just like it.

Roughly half the crowd of 700 guys were all done up the same way and left shifting and adjusting in their seats.

The ray gun finished up and the Announcer said, “And now for the rewards!”

The ray gun came back around.

Goku and Yamcha suddenly had the power settings on their E-stim devices raised a few levels, which made them shift a bit in their chairs. “RO ROD! RO ROD!” Goku and Yamcha both moaned out, watching their dicks remain fully stiff. These things were getting them dangerously close to cumming. Goku’s tail wagged uncontrollably with delight as were all the other Saiyan’s in the crowd.

Zeeun who didn’t have an E-stim device yet was now granted one of his own. But instead of an anal plug, he was given a very large 14-inch long, pulsating dildo strapped around his thigh and wired to a slightly heavier E-stim device that hung from his balls.

Zeeun leaned forward to exchange a look with Goku and Yamcha that said, ‘Dude if this thing pulsates my dick any stronger I’m going to cum!’

Chapter 5

The Announcer said, “And now onto our fourth fight of the night!” He gestured to one corner. “Entering through the Red corner, standing at 6’ 9” tall, and weighing 265 pounds, it’s Mustard!”

The song “Dolla Sign Slime” by Lil Nax X started playing, and Mustard entered. The feisty short Minotaur guy came walking shouting loudly at the crowd trying to get them all fired up.

A number of Saiyans, Nameks, and mixed Alien races who had all been given leather Pup Hoods seemed particularly drawn to him as his fan base. They were jumping out of their seats and bobbing their heads for him. “EMMM EMMM EMMM EMMMM!!!”

Zeeun was one of them as the beat from the music was enough to send his cock over the edge. His orange dick blasted cum out onto the back of the Namek sitting in front of him who was bound up in an all rubber gimp suit. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He cried out, going cross-eyed a moment.

Goku and Yamcha both found it hard to sit still. Their anal plus were really doing a number on their prostates and their dicks kept bouncing up and down with the music.

Pikkon was having a hell of a time containing himself. He was leaned forward and wincing a little while he waited for the music to pass. “EMmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!” He purred, watching his fat green cock bounce up and down.

Zeeun wasn’t the only one who came. Off in the crowd they could see the occasional squirt of cum arching out of the crowd and splatting down on someone’s head.

The Announcer gestured the other way now. “And from the Blue corner, standing at 7’ 8”, and weighing in at 297 pounds, it’s Vinegar!”

The song “Anvil of Crom” by Basil Poledouris started playing. It was a particularly bassy version of the song too with the horns really doing a number on anyone with an E-stim or vibrating dildo up their ass. Even Olibu, Recoome and Shisami were going nuts to that one, whenever those horns blew. The drums, however, kept Goku, Yamcha, and Pikkon’s dicks thumping. Vinegar came charging out and by the time he got to the fighting ring, Yamcha busted a load out onto the back of the seat in front of him.

“GRUAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Vinegar shouted as he ran. He didn’t even wait for the ref at all. He just jumped right into the ring and the match started.

The two started punching one another and the Ref did the quick version of the rules and hurriedly dinged the bell.

Mustard gripped hold of Vinegar’s horns and leaped over him. Vinegar turned around performing a roundhouse kick. Mustard ducked underneath it and sent an uppercut right up into Vinegar’s balls.

“FUCK!!!” Vinegar shouted falling back and gripping his nuts.

The ref came in holding up a yellow flag. He was shouting something at Mustard but his microphone wasn’t on at all so no one heard what he said.

Mustard grabbed the referee by the collar of his shirt and then by the belt, lifted him into the air and spun him around a few times before letting got and sending the ref flying somewhere into the crowd. He flew right over Olibu, Goku, Yamcha, and Pikkon’s heads, landing six rows back.

The Announcer stepped up to the side of the ring. He was also shouting something at Mustard but not into his mic.

Mustard seemed to be cursing him out as he paced around for Vinegar to get up. The Announcer suddenly looked scared and backed down.

Vinegar finally got to his feet and the two started going at it again. Vinegar slammed his fist right across Mustard’s face and did it again and again and again. The crowd went nuts for it all bobbing their heads and crying out muffled shouting. “REAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Mustard finally dodged an attack and punched Vinegar in the gut, making him fall on all fours. Mustard did some fancy footwork again waiting for Vinegar to get up again. Vinegar reached into his leotard and suddenly yelled, “Pocket Sand!” which he threw in Mustard’s direction. Mustard dodged to the side.

The crowd became annoyed at this point, all shaking their heads disapprovingly.

Mustard charged in with a kick, but Vinegar blocked it with his arms and punched Mustard up into the air. He landed down against one of the posts. Vinegar charged right at him and Mustard leaped back onto the post and lunged right over him, narrowly dodging as Vinegar grabbed up ahead. Vinegar turned and went, “Huh!?” Because the fighting ring was empty.

The crowd all broke into muffled laughter as Vinegar spun around looking for him, looking under him, and then turning his head up above.

Mustard had leaped up onto the ray gun which hung down in the middle of the four monitors above the ring and was ginning evilly. He found a switch on the side of it and flicked it on.

“WHAH!?” Vinegar cried as the beam hit him, and then, “MUMRPH!?”

Vinegar’s mouth was stuffed with a rubber cock gag strapped around his face. His head was all bound up in a black leather zipper mask with his mouth and eyes zipped closed. His arms were tightly bound at his sides as a black leather gimp sack formed around him. His huge, 24-inch long, purple Minotaur cock whipped forward along with his bulbous balls as a tight-fitting cock ring formed around them.

Mustard kept right on firing the ray gun down at him until he was encased in a rectangular, iron coffin with a narrow slot in the front to show his zipped-up eyes and hold for his fat cock and balls stuck out the front. Vinegar’s horns poked out the top.

Mustard kicked down from the ray gun and hit the back of Vinegar’s iron block, sending the behemoth falling forward right on his dick and balls. The crowd all winced prematurely, watching him fall, “Emmmmmmmmmmm…..” And then after the SLAM!!! They all let out muffled cheers of joy. “EMM HMM HMM EMM EMMM EMM EMMM!!!!”

Mustard did a hero landing right on top of him. Then he stood up and raised both of his arms in the air. “YEAHHHHHHHH!!!” He screamed.

The crowd went wild all bobbing their heads and letting out muffled cheers.

The Announcer got back into the fighting ring and started to say, “And the winner is…”

But then Vinegar moved.

“Huh?” The Announcer said, seeing the huge iron block shifting.

Mustard fought to steady himself. Vinegar’s slab of iron suddenly lifted slightly. Olibu, Goku, Yamcha, and Pikkon were all wide-eyed and leaning in as they saw it first. Vinegar was flexing his massive purple dick and had started to lift the iron box he was encased in. Everyone thought for a moment that things might not be over but after a few moments of this, it was clear that he wasn’t doing much of anything with just his dick.

The Announcer said, “Well it seems like Vinegar just wanted to do a few push-ups. And while that is impressive, we still have to declare him the loser of the match.” He said much to the groans of much of the crowd.

Mustard was now laying on top of Vinegar’s iron box telling him to “Mush!” And pointing the direction Vinegar’s dick movements happened to be pushing him. Ogre’s assisted them out of the fighting ring but they allowed Vinegar to flex his dick in order to worm push his way out of the auditorium.

The Announcer was trying not to laugh at what he was seeing. “I tell you, some of us are blessed better than others.”

Vinegar’s banner up on the wall changed to just show an iron slab with a narrow slit showing his eyes zipped shut. His massive purple dick was in the frame though and looked even more enormous up there.

“Alright, down to business,” The Announcer said, having given Vinegar enough time to get at least halfway down the aisle. “I hope you all picked Mustard as your winner, because here come the punishments if you didn’t.”

The ray gun started hitting the crowd.

Olibu was rolling his eyes, thinking, ‘Four in a fucking row!’

A storage disk appeared in front of Olibu’s face and suddenly activated. His body was transformed into energy and sucked into the prison cell-sized pocket dimension. There it reformed but he was now lying down on a leather mattress. He had a spiked collar on, and belts were holding it to the mattress, as were others across his pecks, waist, hips, above the thigh, above the knees, below the knees and around his ankles. His ankles were also locked through an iron stockade with his bare feet sticking out the other end. There a tickling device with a wheel of feathers on it started spinning away and tickling his feet. His two big toes were tied together with the excess rope coming up a lace up a 6-inch long leather sheath stretching out his nut sack. His massive, herculean cock was still rock hard and whenever he wagged his feet from being tickled too much, he tugged on his balls and brought his cock forward enough to trip a sensor. This turned on the flogging machine to his side which whipped around and smacked the underside of his dick with a bunch of leather straps. SMACK!!!! “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He cried out, with his eyes shooting wide open.

He was face to face with the portal that saw out of the storage disk. Goku had managed to catch it with his tail as soon as the energy that had formed it in front of them let it go.

“Ro-re-ruu?” Goku had uttered looking in at him. He could see Oliub’s wide-eyed bound up face looking out at him.

“EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMM EMMMMMM!!!” Olibu was crying out to him, and wincing. He was fighting the urge not to laugh and wagging his feet. He knew that his toes were tied to his nuts but hadn’t put it together yet that, that’s what was causing the flogger to whip him.

Goku just stared in at him blankly, not sure sure what to do.

The ray kept firing on through the row.

Shisami was also sealed in a storage disk, only his massive red, Minotaur dick and balls were sticking out of a portal in the back of his. No one caught his as all so he just fell down into his seat again and was deposited down onto the floor when it folded up. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!”

Zeeun had a plastic hose shrink-wrapped onto the end of his cock head. It led down to a rubber bladder on the floor. How this was a negative wasn’t clear to him at first as all it seemed to do was collect the next load of cum he shot out.

Recoome had a storage disk appear in front of him as well. Only his was smaller than either Olibu and Shisami had gotten. It flew down over his massive cock and sucked his balls in through the portal as well. “EMMMMMMM!?” He uttered, also unsure how this was a negative at first. Sure his dick had vanished through a portal but now it just felt like it was packaged up with a bag of other dicks.

“And now,” The Announcer said, “Here come the rewards!”

The ray gun came back around. Goku, Yamcha, and Pikkon had all bet on the winner and when the ray hit them they immediately cried out. The power setting on all of their E-stim devices had been cranked way up.

“ROM RUMMING ROM RUMMING!!!” Goku cried out kicking his feet into the air. He didn’t want to blast a load all over the guy in front of him though so he quickly whipped his tail around to stuff the end of his dick into Olibu’s storage dick.

Olibu was now face to face with Goku’s cock and shaking his head No. “EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMMM!!!!”

Goku blasted what felt like a bucket load of cum right in Olibu’s face, getting it all through his hair as it rained down the sides and penetrated even into his mouth zipper.

Goku was glad to have the rubber dick in his mouth to have something to bite down on because that had been intense. He’d never cum like that before and sat there panting as the last of it came out. Then he glanced down and remembered, ‘Oh right, Olibu.’

Goku slowly adjusted his tail to move the disk up and see. Olibu glared out at him with only one eye open. Goku broke out into muffled chuckling at the sight of him. His leather mask was dropping wet with his cum; he’d shot it all through his long hair, and bubbles formed around the mouth zipper as he tried to breathe out. Olibu was shaking his head trying to get it out of his eye. Goku was at least nice enough to reach part of his tail in and do that for him.

Next to him Yamcha was also panting. He’d shot another load out all over the back of the guy’s seat in front of him but also Guldo who sat behind him had blasted the back of his head with a load. It now ran down his shoulder.

Pikkon had had the most explosive cum off all. He’d leaned back in his seat, let his huge green cock whip up and he’d sent cum arching over the guy’s head in front of him landing down on the side of the fighting ring where it formed a white puddle that mostly blended in with the color there. As he sat back in his chair, panting, he watched as his cum dripped down off the ropes.

Pretty much anyone who had bet on a winner and had an E-stim device on their dick busted a load out that round. Everyone seemed to have cum dripping down them or sprayed upon them. Olibu and Shisami were the only two in their group who didn’t have any wins yet and were holding out hope for the last match, which couldn’t come soon enough.

Olibu lay there strapped to the leather mattress, all bound up in his leather gimp sack and soaked in his cum soaked bandages. He was getting his feet tickled still and he glanced down at the machine doing it. There was a red light on the thing but no obvious timer or off switch. He couldn’t see most of it due to the stockade. He wondered how long he’d have to be tied up this way, occasionally forced to wince his toes, tug on his balls, and get his dick smacked.

Goku was nice enough to hold Olibu up with his tail, so he could see the rest of the fight.

Chapter 6

The lights dimmed once more and the Announcer said, “And now the event of the evening! It’s the Moment you have all been waiting for! Our Main Event!”

Everyone became giddy in their seats.

The Announcer gestured, “Entering now, through the Blue corner, standing at 5’ 9” and weighting 156 pounds, it’s…” They added reverb onto his voice, “The Great Saiyaman!!!”

The song “Edamame” by Bbno$ and Rich Brian started playing. Gohan dressed as the Great Saiyaman emerged through a wall of smoke. He was wearing black sunglasses and had a white dew rag warped over his head, hiding his black spikey hair. It was tied in a knot in the back and had a long white tail of fabric hanging behind him which flowed with his cape. He came out bobbing his head up and down with the music, then he stopped to dance a moment, showing off his moves to the crowd and knowing full well that the song was making almost every dick in the room bounce.

The crowd was going nuts, full of guys who were moaning for him to hurry the fuck up because they didn’t want to cum again, and others who wanted him to slow the fuck down because they did. \

Goku and Yamcha watched him, not sure how to feel. Suddenly Yamcha was banging his head up again Goku and moaning, “Rom Ronna Rum! Rom Ronna Rum!” So Goku used his tail and passed over the Olibu cum dumpster a moment and stuck it right on his penis.

“MUMRPH!?” Olibu had initially uttered as Goku brought him over but then he was face to face with Yamcha’s dick and, “EMMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!” Yamcha shot him right between the eyes.

Gohan made it to the fighting ring and stood in the middle, lifting his arms up high and looking out at them shouting, “YEAH!!!!” just as it seemed like most of the guys in the audience came again to the song he’d picked out.

Goku quickly ducked down behind the guy in front of him. Gohan could have sworn he’d just seen his dad for a moment. Even wrapped up in a leather gimp suit, his hairstyle was unmistakable. Yamcha’s leather hood didn’t do that and he could have passed for any gimped-up fuck. Gohan brushed it off though. He was also feeling the same way about most of the Nameks in the crowd who all mostly shared the same silhouette as Piccolo.

The Announcer called out again, “And now, entering through Red corner, standing 6’ 2” tall, and weighing in at 208 pounds, some of you know him as Mr. Satan but we all know him as,” he paused a moment so they could deepen his voice, “HERCULE!!!!!”

The song, “Industry Baby” by Lil Nas X started playing and Hercule emerged through a wall of smoke. The crowd went nuts! Not because their dicks and anal plugs were thumping, but because Hercule was a legit star down here. The song he’d picked out didn’t move their dicks or dildos quite as much but it was a respectable voltage against their dicks and prostates that felt fine and wasn’t too intense. It was a song they could all sit down and enjoy.

At the halfway point Hercule punched his chest, then gestured that he had both eyes on Gohan, pointing two fingers right at him. He didn’t take his sweet time getting into the ring. He climbed in through the ropes and dramatically threw off his cape where it landed right over the post behind him.

Gohan had taken his cape off and neatly folded it beside his.

The referee, who now had his arm in a cast and a bandage over one eye, entered the ring and explained the rules to them both. Gohan and Hercule both nodded. The ref stepped back holding his arm up, then he let it drop. The bell rang and he shouted, “Begin!”

Goku casually crept his head up to see what was going on. Olibu was moaning for him to let him watch too, “EMM EMMM EMMM!!!” so Goku lifted his tail so he could see too. Then he got the idea to hide his face behind Olibu’s and held his storage disk like a fan in front of his head.

Gohan and Hercule were fighting but at a slow, brisk pace. Gohan was shouting out as he punched and kicked, “He-yah!” “Hut!” “On guard!” all of which Hercule easily blocked.

Goku raised an eyebrow at this, ‘Surely Gohan could fight better. He must be taking it easy on him because he’s his father-in-law.’ Goku thought.

Even Yamcha picked up on it, thinking, ‘Man, Gohan is sure going easy on him. Even I could punch Hercule hard enough to launch him across this room.’

Pikkon mused, “Hmmmm.” He uttered, wondering. His cum was still dripping from the ropes down into that puddle. No one had bothered to clean it up. He sure hoped that it wouldn’t change the outcome of the match.

The bell dinged and that ended the first round. Gohan and Hercule returned to their corners a moment. Hercule took a drink offered to him by his enrage of Ogres. Gohan stood in place and kept on loosening up from one leg to the other. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Goku again and turned, “Huh?”

Goku quickly held Olibu’s storage disk over his whole face.

Gohan squinted, not really sure what he was looking at, at first, but then the bell rang and he had to start fighting again. “Oh right!” He said and got in there.

Hercule came at him with some heavy punches. All of which Gohan blocked by crossing his arms and ducking and weaving about. Then Hercule got down and kicked to sweep Gohan’s knees, but Gohan jumped over. And then he leaped back. Hercule got up to see the great Saiyaman standing atop one of the corner posts, his long red cape flowing in the breeze.

“Huh ha!” Gohan said. “It looks like I’m too quick for you.” He said, pointing right at him.

Hercule gestured with both of his arms for Gohan to come at him.

Gohan smiled and then he leaped off the post, landed down on both hands, and pushed himself into the air, dodging one of Hercule’s kicks. He landed on his boots to the side. Hercule shot him a back hand and actually managed to hit Gohan but just barely. Gohan played it up though, spinning off towards the ropes, and letting them spring him back up.

“Not so cocky now!” Hercule yelled at him.

“No, I guess not,” Gohan said, sounding more serious.

The two kept going at it, with Gohan mostly dodging and blocking everything Hercule threw at him. He was clearly playing with him. Right up until Gohan noticed Goku’s hair poking up in the crowd and caught sight of his eyes in a leather gimp mask. He froze right where he stood saying, “Dad?”

BAM!!! Hercule socked him right in the face and sent him down to the ground.

“Duh hell!?” Gohan said then Hercule threw himself on top of him.

The ref started counting, “One, Two, Three!” Ding!!!

The round ended and Hercule had to get off of him.

Gohan went back to his corner, his mouth wide open as he looked down in that row. Suddenly he was placing the silhouettes of people he hadn’t seen in years. Recoome, Shisami, Pikkon… the next guy could have either been Tien or Yamcha but more likely Yamcha unless they were covering up Tien’s third eye… And then there was his dad, Goku sitting there holding some himbo sealed in a storge disk over his face.

‘Oh god!’ Gohan thought to himself. ‘I took my time getting into the ring on purpose to get these guys off… I was doing that to my father!?’

Gohan was having an anxiety attack, covering his mouth with a gloved hand a moment. The medic came over asking him, “you alright son? All your teeth are fine?”

Gohan composed himself. “Yeah, I’m okay. It’s just I might have made my dad cum getting out here is all.”

The medic stared at him blankly. “Sir I’m just a medic. That sounds more like therapy to me.”

Ding!!! The third round started.

‘Yeah, and years of it.’ Gohan thought, trying to get his head back into the game.

Gohan and Hercule started going at it again. ‘Of all the fucking nights,’ Gohan thought as he fought, ‘Why did he have to show up today!? This whole fight is scripted; all the previous ones weren’t, but this one was. I need this god dam money to pay off Videl in the divorce we’re getting.’

Gohan let Hercule put him in a chokehold. While like that Hercule whispered to him from the corner of his mouth. “I can’t lose tonight.”

Hercule squeezed tighter. “Duh fuck do you mean kid?”

Gohan turned his head, “My dad’s in the second row. I can’t let him watch me get tied up, how we discussed.”

Hercule turned the two of them slowly and then he saw, “Goku… here? In my place!?” He said excitedly.

The referee came in. “Alright you two, break it up.” Choke holds were legal moves but not when they didn’t resolve one way or the other in an allowed amount of time.

Gohan easily broke free of it anyway. The two stood there as if sizing one another up for a bit, but they were actually letting the clock run out. The bell dinged and they returned to their corners.

Gohan got a drink this time and turned away from his father, afraid to look at him.

Hercule was in his corner whispering something to the announcer guy. Gohan watched them as the announcer nodded along and then shook his head No, then looked at Gohan and shook his head No as well. Apparently, Hercule was asking if they could make the ray gun malfunction and stitch the eye holes on Goku’s zipper mask shut or do something to blind him but the amount of effort involved to first locate him in the crowd without making it seem obvious made the whole idea a no go.

The bell dinged again. And Gohan sighed. He had to win this thing for real but then he’d have to have Hercule stripped naked and tied up in some way… Somehow the thought of seeing his father-in-law naked was just as bad an idea as getting tied up by him while his father watched. Tonight had all gone horribly wrong and he seriously considered just powering up and getting the hell out of there.

Hercule lunged at Gohan and he dodged it, stepping to the side and gripping hold of the ropes so Hercule could fall into the post. Hercule caught himself though and Gohan… he slipped on a puddle of cum, grabbed the ropes to brace him only for his hand to slip too. BANG!!! The room spun as he hit his head on the ground. Hercule was on top of him now and the referee counted. “Nine, Ten!!!”

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!!!

The crowd all roared with muffled cheering. Guys were all jumping up and down excitedly.

Slowly Gohan turned his head to the side and caught his father’s eyes, looking at him from between a gimped-up Namek and a Saiyan who were mashing their dicks together. Goku was blushing and looking sheepishly bashful at him. Gohan turned his head back to look at the ceiling and thought, ‘Oh Shit!’

The Announcer was standing in the ring now holding Hercule’s arm up high. “And the winner is…. Hercule!!!”

Gohan got up to his feet and stepped into position, thinking. ‘Well fuck, I guess we’re doing this then.”

“Alright Hercule,” the Announcer said, “Tell us what you want done with him.”

“Haha!” Hercule laughed and pointed. “Well for starters, let’s beam those clothes right off his back! But umm he can keep the sunglasses and that dew rag of his.”

The ray gun aimed at him. Gohan sighed and a second later he was stripped completely naked aside for his glasses and dew rag as requested.

Gohan was just as well endowed as his father and sported a 14-inch erection that now whipped free thanks to him no longer wearing any clothes to bind it. His face turned beet red as he stuffed it down between his legs and cupped his hands around his balls.

Goku was grinning from ear to ear in his leather zipper mask.

‘Oh god!’ Gohan thought to himself. He wasn’t sure if he was more embarrassed that his dad had caught him doing this, or that his dad was in a crowd now opening watching him without even hiding his face, and with some of his friends all gimped up.

“Good,” Hercule said, “Now stuff his mouth full of socks and wrap him up!”

The beam hit Gohan again. Suddenly, the mighty Saiyaman had his mouth stuffed full of stinky socks and he was mummified in white bandages with his sunglasses still on his face. His arms were crossing his chest. His dick and balls still stuck out and were becoming fully erect. His bare ass was out too and Hercule was suddenly holding a wooden paddle that had materialized there. It had been engraved with an image of Hercule’s grinning face.

It was unclear if Gohan could see beneath his sunglasses or not. He just stood there lightly hopping on his bare feet and then it became clear that his eyes were wrapped up so he couldn’t see because Hercule came walking right up beside him and …. SMACK!!!!

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Gohan cried out and fell over forward.

Gohan fell down right onto a leather mattress just like the one Olibu was strapped into, only he was facedown. He landed in a low spot meant for someone with his body type. His ankles had landed in an open stockade made of iron, which Hercule snapped shut and locked his bare feet in place.

Gohan’s head perked up upon hearing it shut, “MURMPH!?”

“And now for the foot tickler,” Hercule announced just as the device was beamed in beside him.

Gohan shook his head No, “EMMM EMMM!!! EMMM EMMMM!!!” He cried out, struggling to squirm his way free somehow but his ankles were stuck in the stockade opening. He felt the wheel of feathers press against the soles of the feet and then heard the click as Hercule flicked the, “on” switch. A shiver ran down Gohan’s spine as he felt the feather turn and wave about. He bit down on the cock gag in his mouth and couldn’t help but grin and shut his eyes as the tickling began. “EM EM EM EM EMMMM!!!” He cried out, wriggling uncontrollably.

The leather mattress had belts stitched into it. Hercule went around and tightened them as much as he could all around Gohan’s shins, the back of his thighs, along his lower back, two for over his shoulders and another that acted like a collar around his neck.

Hercule stood over him a moment and raised both his arms high into the air. The crowd went wild, stomping their boots and feet if they could and all broke out into a chorus of muffled cheering as they bobbed their heads excitedly.

Hercule took up the microphone and proudly proclaimed. “You young whipper snappers have got to be put in your place and learn to respect your elders; especially when they can kick your ass any day of the week!”

The crowd broke out into muffled cheering that would have been defining if they weren’t all sucking on socks and rubber dicks at the moment.

Gohan was fighting the urge not to laugh at Hercule’s comment but he literally had a machine tickling his feet. “EM EM EM EM EMM EMM EMMM!!!”

Hercule went on, proclaiming, “Now bring me the Spanking Machine!”

Goku’s eyes widened beneath his bandages. His head perked up, “Ranking Rush-reen!” He secretly quivered with delight. The tickling had been a surprise for him but the spanking machine was just what they had originally planned on him getting.

The showrunners beamed an Automatic Ass Paddler directly beside Gohan’s ass. It was bolted onto an iron stand which was bolted further through the leather mattress. The spanking attachment was aimed down at Gohan’s ass and started paddling away. SMACK!!!

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Gohan cried out, and thought to himself, ‘Oh Yeah! Give it to me!’

Away from the microphone, Hercule got down on his knees beside Gohan. Then he leaned down to whisper to him. “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since you laid eyes on my daughter all those years ago.”

“MURMPH!?” Gohan uttered, not quite sure what he was talking about. Then his eyes shot wide open as he felt Hercule’s big hands reach under him and grab hold of his rockhard,14-inch cock. Shaking his head, Gohan cried, “EMMM EMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMM!!!” Hercule bent it right in half, brought it around his nut sack, bent it again and forced his cock head up through the loop, and then he pulled it into as tight a knot as he could manage. Most of the crowd didn’t even see what Hercule had done to him, and when Gohan cried out everyone assumed it was from the Spanking Machine.

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” Gohan screamed out. Fighting to flex his dick out of the pretzel Hercule had folded it into.

Hercule whispered to Gohan, “You’ve been poking my daughter with that thing for a thousand years. I’ve wanted to do that ever since you two started dating.”

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM HMM HMM HMM HMMM!!!” Gohan whimpered, starting to regret going to his father-in-law during a messy 1000 year break up.

Hercule got up and held the microphone again. He was holding his arms up for the audience to cheer once more, which they did obediently.

In the crowd, Goku thought, ‘Wow, they must be paddling his ass hard for him to cry out that loud.’

Hercule went on saying, “Now seal his ass up in a storage disk! I’m goanna embed him right on my champion chip belt!”

Gohan shook his head No, “EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMMM EMMMMM!!!” but his muffled cries were drowned out by the muffled cheers of the crowd, who were even more defining than before as they laughed their asses off.

A storage disk was lowered down over Gohan’s bound-up face. He was zapped into energy along with the mattress, foot tickler, and paddling machine. Then they were all sucked into the portal and reformed as they were into a prison cell-sized pocket dimension.

No one bothered to catch it, so Gohan’s storage disk fell to the arena floor with a loud THUNK! And chipped one side before falling over onto its back.

Gohan’s bound-up face, still with his sunglasses on, was front and center with the portal. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” He cried out shaking his head No! And then he cried out again from getting spanked, “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Then he whimpered a little but broke out into muffled laughter with tears in his eyes, “EM EM EM EM EM EM!!!”

The leather Champion Chip Belt was lowered down to Hercule’s arms, who took it off the wires and promptly put it on. Then he reached down and grabbed hold of Gohan’s storage disk and inserted it in the large slot in the front. Simple clips held it in place by twisting them.

“YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Hercule shouted. “Suck it Saiyaman! Suck It! I Am Literally Whooping Your Ass!!!”

“EMMMMMMMMMM HMM HMM HMM!!!” Gohan cried as he was spanked on the ass again.

Hercule loudly announced, “Now I’m off to have you bronzed so your muffled screams can tickle the dick and balls of anyone who wears this belt! And you’ll be getting your ass paddled until some dumb fuck decides to let you out!”

Gohan shook his head No, “EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMMM!!!”

The audience broke out into excited muffled laughter. Hercule would be wearing him in interviews and showing him off as often as possible over the next few months or until someone in the league challenged him to a fight and won.

Hercule ran to each of the four posts in the fighting arena and stood up on the ropes to stand up nice and tall for the crowd. He raised his arms and shook his belt about. For each corner he let the crowd watch as Gohan shook his head No and then cry out from getting smacked on the ass.

Hercule had some control over this because the belt had two knobs above the part where Gohan’s storage disk was affixed. One knob controlled how often Gohan’s ass got paddled, and the other managed the intensity. He worked Gohan like a puppet so everyone could watch him bob his head around and cry out.

As Hercule did this, the Announcer took the microphone again and said, “Well there you have it! Your new Underworld Fighting Champion of the Hell Leagues Everyone!”

The audience was all shaking their heads excitedly, stomping their boots and feet to the ground and biting down on their socks and rubber cocks as they cheered. Everyone’s E-stim devices had been cranked up another 11 digits making their dicks pulsate wildly with cum arching and streaming out all over the place.

Pikkon, Goku, Yamcha, and Zeeun all started blasting cum out of their dicks. Zeeun filling his rubber bladder thing that lay on the floor and Goku once again bringing his tail around to use the Olibu cum dumpster.

Olibu cried out shaking his head No, “EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!” Then got another face full of Goku’s cum.

The banner for the Great Saiyaman was altered to show his bound-up face in a storage disk, mounted inside the Championship belt, which was now around Hercule’s waist.

Hercule finished showing off his new belt to everyone and left the fighting ring. As he walked back down the main path to his dressing room, he waved to the cheering crowd who were all bound up and pushing against the barrier to get up close to him.

The Announcer continued, “And now to deal out the rewards and punishments to our last round of gambling bets! I sure hope you all bet on Hercule!”

There was a loud muffled collective groan from the crowd. “GRUAHHHHHHH!!!!” The Great Saiyaman was favored to win that fight.

An anime teardrop ran down Goku’s bound-up face as the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. ‘aww shit, I lost.’ He remembered, betting on his son.

Pikkon and Zeeun also didn’t look too pleased.

Yamcha was both relieved and excited. He hadn’t bet on Gohan to win. He felt bad about it but had a knack for betting on winners and sure enough, everyone he wagered on tonight won their match.

Shisami was also relieved, peering out of his storage disk. Had he lost this bed he was sure they were going to beam his beefy dick and balls right onto a grill or something.

In his pocket dimension, Olibu wagged his feet to whip his dick in frustration, ‘I seriously,’ SMACK!!! ‘didn’t pick a,” SMACK!!! ‘single winner!!!’ SMACK!!! He thought to himself angrily. He was acting out the way a frustrated gambler rips up their ticket stubs after a big loss. He didn’t have any physical paper though so he took it out on his herculean cock.

The ray gun came down from the ceiling again and started firing into the audience. As it swept over each section, it doled out punishments and rewards to all the muscular, gimped up guys.

Openings appeared over Goku’s pecks, revealing his nipples. There Shenron-themed alligator clamps bit hold of his nipples. From each clamp hung an iron Dragon Ball with stars stamped on it. The part of the E-stim device had been tickling his mighty cock, melted away and was replaced with a spike-filled, iron cock cage themed like a dragon. Goku’s cock head was sticking out of an iron Shenron mouth that was spring-loaded and fighting to bite down on the end of his cock. The rest of the dragon’s body coiled around Goku’s 14-inch cock with spikes digging in. The whole thing was trying to constrict Goku’s dick down to just 4 inches but his powerful erection was fighting it, for now. He had a thick, cum stopping, sound rod jammed in his dick hole that had a particularly wide ball section stuck in the part where his cock head was and made him really feel Shenron’s teeth as they bit down.

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Goku cried out, feeling the spikes digging in all around his penis. His tail whipped up behind him and tossed Olibu’s storage disk flying into the air.

Olibu’s eyes shot wide open, realizing Goku had just thrown him. The outside world was a spinning blur of colors. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” He cried out, shaking his head No! And he impulsively pressed his feet down as one would do to a break peddle but this only stretched his balls and whipped his dick again. SMACK!!!

Olibu’s storage disk clanked against the cement floor, sending chips of it flying off. He’d landed on his side in the main aisle and was now rolling towards the fighting ring. He rolled right through a puddle of cum from everything that had been dumped from the ceiling a few hours ago, hit the side, toppled over onto its back and was beneath the surface of the cum puddle. At first, the cum didn’t enter but something caused the membrane to the portal to open and it all came rushing in. “EMMMM!!! BLUB BLUB BLUB BLUB BLUB!!!” He cried, getting waterboarded by the rushing cum. Thankfully the puddle wasn’t that deep.

Yamcha’s E-stim device was cranked up another couple of power levels, making him instantly cum all over the guy’s back that was sitting in front of him. Thankfully the guy was well padded in bandages and leather and didn’t seem to notice.

Pikkon’s gimp sack had formed openings for his nipples too. His nipples were suddenly pierced with padlocks with a chain linking them. Also hooked onto the chain, was a pull ring to a series of half-inch wide metal balls covered in spikes. They were all linked together and stuffed into his fat green cock all the way down to his bladder. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM HMM HMM HMM!!!” He cried, whimpering. He was flexing his dick and slowly fidgeting to get a feel for just how much these things were going to hurt when he pulled them out. It was not looking good.

Shisami finally got an E-stim device that appeared beside him with the cords wrapped around his nuts. He glanced over at it from within his storage disk and was alarmed at first to see the two leads arch up like snakes, but they both pounced onto his dick, with one down at the base of his hefty Minotaur penis and the other tickling him just below his cock head. He could hear the power dial suddenly cranking up to Yamcha’s level and his eyes crossed. “ROM RONNA RUM!!!” He cried out moments before blasting a load all over the boots to the guy sitting behind him.

Zeeun saw the beam sweep over him. At first, nothing seemed to change. But then he glanced down into the rubber bladder on the floor his dick was pumping cum into and his eyes shot wide open. Very nasty-looking, 10-inch long, purple worms that were covered in little spikes appeared inside it all wriggling and squirming around one another. “RO ROD!!!” He uttered and was tempted to stomp on them at first, but then he realized that would just squish the bladder and pump them all up into his dick.

The announcer then said, “And to those of you who had portal disks put onto your dicks and balls, we’ve decided to collect on your debt by cooking them up like hotdogs!”

Recoome’s eyes suddenly shot wide open. “EMMMMMM!?!?” He grunted. Then, looking down he felt as someone gripped hold of his massive cock with a pair of tongs, lifted it from the other dicks and balls he felt in the bag and then place it down on a series of hot rods that were rotating around in a huge Ferris Wheel over an open flame.

Recoome’s eyes shot open with alarm. “EMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He cried out, feeling the burning temperatures pass over his dick and balls. He leaped out of his chair. As did at least three dozen other guys in the audience, who were all gimped up and broke into muffled screaming.

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!?!?!?!?” Recoome and three dozen other guys all shouted.

The announcer pointed toward the exit. “Don’t worry, you’ll find them roasting in one of the concession stands here at the stadium. And we’ll give them back to you for free, but you have to find it first!”

Recoome and three dozen other gimps suddenly stampeded their way to the nearest exit. Recoome bunny hopped into the air and stomped down on Zeeun’s cum bladder, sending all of the cum and the spiked worms gushing back up into Zeeun’s penis, “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Zeeun screamed, feeling them squirm right in.

Recoome leaped again and slammed both of his big feet down on Shisami’s bulbous nuts, “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Shisami cried out, going cross-eyed as he blasted cum out his dick.

Recoome shoved his way past Pikkon with one of the belts wrapping him up catching on the pull chain to Pikkon’s spiked balls in his penis. As he hopped away, he inadvertently yanked the chain free, tugging on Pikkon’s nipples and ripping quite a few of spiked balls free of his penis. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Pikkon screamed.

Recoome slipped on Yamcha’s cum and came crashing down on top of Goku who had been standing and posed as if trying to power up. He had been fighting to keep his dick hard so the Shenron Cock Lock didn’t clamp shut on his penis, but Recoome’s shoving him to the ground caused him to lose his focus. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Hmm Hmm Hmmm!!!” Goku cried out as he felt the iron Shenron head snap shut with a satisfying click.

Recoome worm crawled right over Goku and made his way out into the aisle. There he leaped back onto his feet and made a B-line for the exit, shoving other gimped up men trying to do the same to the ground because they were in his way.

Goku lay there on the cum soaked floor staring down at his dick. He was fighting to keep his focus and up his dick again. But all he managed was a head-on view of the iron Shenron head smiling evilly up at him with the sound rod tightly locked between its teeth. There were spikes inside the thing stabbing into his cock head and the whole thing was retracting slowly to squeeze Goku’s dick down to size. ‘Awww fuck!’ Goku thought. ‘How long do I have to keep this thing on for!?’

The cum finally stopped rushing in around Olibu’s face. “EMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He cried out shaking his head. He managed to open his eyes again, just in time to see the ray gun from the ceiling aiming right at him. “EMMMMM!?” He grunted.

The announcers was leaned over the ropes to the fighting ring looking down at him. “Thought you could hide from us, didn’t you?” He said.

Olibu shook his head No, “EMMM EMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMMM!!!!”

The ray gun powered up, and then it zapped him.

Goku had gotten up just in time to see it happen. Once the beam had faded, Olibu’s storage disk wasn’t there anymore. “Hmmm!?” He uttered, wondering where it sent him.

Chapter 7

The bright light of the beam faded, and Olibu was met with the florescent lights of a wide, tiled room with sinks in it. His storage disk was sitting in a white basin that smelled like piss…. Then Olibu’s eyes slowly widened as he realized what this was.

A Television screen descended from the ceiling and showed the announcer again. Only he wasn’t in the arena anymore. They had beamed him somewhere else, like an office somewhere in the stadium.

From the comfort of his office, the Announcer looked into the camera and at the huge monitor on his desk showing the Men’s Room wall of urinals where 22 gimped up guys getting their feet tickled and penises slapped had just had their storage disks deposited into. Olibu’s storage disk had beamed into urinal number 7.

Happily, the Announcer said, “Hay fellas, what’s up?”

“EMMMMM EMMMMM EMMMMM EMMMMMM!!!” Olibu moaned as he struggled to get free. He could hear several of the other urinal cakes crying out from other urinals all doing the same.

The Announcer happily continued. “So, if I’m speaking to you right now, it means that you all somehow managed to not pick a single winner and you all owe us lots of money.”

Olibu groaned. “Grrrrr…..”

“But don’t worry!” The Announcer said. “Just like when you can’t pay the bill at a diner you’ll get put to work doing dishes, we’ve decided to do the same and put you to work here in the stadium!”

Olibu eyed his predicament, noticing his stone storage disk was sitting in the splash zone in a urinal.

“From this point on, every smack across the dick you take will deduct one dollar from your debt.” The Announcer said, holding up a knowing finger. “Pay it all off and you’re free to leave. But remember, we’re also using your storage disks as the urinal cakes for everyone here to piss on. If it breaks from being too badly eroded, you’ll be sealed in your pocket dimension getting your feet tickled and smacking your dick to pass the time for all eternity.”

“GRUAHHH!!!!” Olibu uttered, fighting the urge to wag his feet again.

The Announcer finished saying. “And we can only free you if the central, important parts of your storage disk are still all in one piece. So, you boy had better get to work, and happy slapping!”

The announcement finished and the TV monitor rose back into the ceiling, just as the first gimped up leather daddy kicked in the bathroom door muttering, “Ro Rod Rye Rave Ro Ree!!” The gimp guy uttered and rushed right up to Olibu’s urinal.

Olibu went wide-eyed and shook his head No, “EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMM!!!”

The man leaned to aim his dick down right in Olibu’s face, and started pissing not caring that he was there.

Olibu winced and turned his head away, but aside from the heat bellowing off of the man’s piss, the liquid itself never seemed to enter. The membrane for the portal apparently only opened for certain fluids. Slowly, he turned his head back and glanced around at all the damage the man’s heavy stream was causing. Little chunks of stone were slowly crumbling along the edges and breaking off. “EMMM EMMM EMMM EMMMM!!!” Olibu shouted angrily at him, but the man didn’t listen. Apparently, he’d been holding it in all night. Olibu glanced down at his rock-hard cock and the rope still tied around his big toes. Then he sighed and figured he might as well get to work. He wasn’t sure how much money he owed but he knew this was his best shot to making it out of here. So he bent his feet forward, pulled on his balls, and moved his mighty cock into position. SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!”

WACK!!! WACK!!! WACK!!! WACK!!!! The paddle whipped down against Gohan’s ass. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” He cried out, moaning.

“Awww Fuck Yeah!!!” Hercule purred, playing with the speed and intensity settings on Goku’s ass paddle to make his belt vibrate. He was completely naked now aside for a red robe, and pressing his Champion Chip Belt right up against his cock.

The Announcer came out of his office to find him sprawled out on the couch. “Ha! I just told those dumb fucks that we’d let them out of their storage disks if they whipped their dicks all night for us.”

“Ha!” Hercule laughed. “That’s a good one!”

Just beside the couch, the Bronzing Machine was still warming up, melting the molten metal to just the right liquid state.

In the corner of the room, there was another machine showing a knob between two silhouettes of manly Saiyan men. The Saiyan on the right was flexing his arms and had a full bladder, while the one on the left was clutching hold of his penis with one legs raised in the air as piss burst out of his penis.

The Announcer grabbed hold of the knob and turned it. “All the men’s room are about to be very busy.”

Throughout the stadium, the dampening field that had been preventing the piss laxative from the Asparagus and Senzu Bean energy drink everyone had guzzled down, suddenly went away and the sensation of needing to take the biggest piss of their life suddenly swept over, Zeeun, Shisami, Pikkon, Recoome, Yamcha, and Goku.

Zeeun, Pikkon, Yamcha, and Goku had all been causally making their way out of the stadium’s main auditorium, when the sensation suddenly hit them that they needed to piss. “EMMMM!?” They all uttered at first and then made a mad dash for the doors, along with ~700 others who were all desperately wondering where they’d seen the last bathroom.

Shisami, who was just a dick sticking out of a storage disk now, simply let it rip and pissed himself all over the floor.

Recoome, who was bouncing around the stadium like a lunatic, did the same thing hoping it would put out the flames. Sadly in the oven he was in, there were additional portal rings right in front of his and everyone else’s dicks that were getting cooked, which captured it all and sent it down in the sewers.

Back in the dressing room, the Announcer seemed pleased with himself and turned back to Hercule and Gohan on the couch. He glanced down at Gohan’s bound-up face as he let out whimpered cries. Then he said, “You know, if you hate him so much, we could grind his storage disk up and put it in this glass disk that’s the same size and stick that in the bronzer. No one would ever know.”

Gohan’s bound up head perked up and shook No frantically, “EMMM EMMMM! EMMM EMMMMM!!!”

“Nahhh!” Hercule said, “I don’t hate the little fucker that much to doom him to an eternity of spanking. Bronzing him will be enough, for the moment.” He added, and cranked up the knob again.

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Gohan cried out, making his storage disk vibrate intensely.

“Now if you excuse me a moment,” Hercule said, turning the belt around so he could aim his hard cock right at Gohan’s face. “I need to cum all over my son-in-law’s face!”

Gohan shook his head No, “EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMM EMMMMMM!!!” But then he felt Hercule’s dick up against his bandaged face and begin to blast cum all over his bandaged face and sunglasses. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He groaned.

“Hahah!” Hercule laughed, then he pulled his dick out and held the belt up to watch as his cum dripped down Gohan’s face and sunglasses.

Gohan huffed. He was being a good sport about this all things considered. Frankly, he could just power up and at least get free of the bandages and foot tickler and so on. But he couldn’t get free of the storage disk prison without someone letting him out first, and in the meantime… he did enjoy getting his ass paddled.

Hercule held the belt up to a device that scanned Gohan’s bound-up face and started carving an embossed image in reverse of it. As it whittled away, it captured the cum dripping down his sunglasses perfectly.

Hercule undid the facets around Gohan’s storage disk and removed it from the belt. “Nahhh I don’t think I’m even going to bronze you either. I just got to think of something narratively to feed to the public that makes me seem like a big tough guy as to why I let you go. That is unless you want me to seal you up in there, long term?”

Just then the door to his dressing room crept open and one of the show runners poked his head inside. “Huh? Right now?” Hercule said, “Alright, give me a minute.” Hercule told the guy and then he placed Gohan’s storage disk up on a flat part of the bronzing machine directly above and to the side of where the molten metal was now boiling away. “Here, don’t move. I got to take care of this real fast.” He said.

Gohan bobbed his head up and down. His storage disk sat there a moment with just the bubbling sounds of the bronzing machine bubbling away just a few inches from the platform he’d been placed on. “Emmmm!” He tittered, wagging his feet about, trying to get them away from the feathers. SMACK!!!! The paddle went against his ass, “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” He cried out, wincing and not realizing that this made his storage disk vibrate slightly closer to the edge.

SMACK!!!! “EMMMMMMMMMM HMM HMmmm!” Gohan cried out, loving that rush of adrenalin he got as the pain subsided in his pulsating ass. Parts of his round behind had even gone numb.

SMACK!!! “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Gohan cried again, thinking, ‘This storage disk is great! All this preservation energy stuff keeps healing my ass, so I can keep going. Usually, when Videl does this to me, I pass out by now!’

SMACK!!!! “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Gohan cried again, thinking, ‘It is odd having my father-in-law’s cum on my face. And odder still having him tie my dick in a knot… but it’s not like Videl hasn’t done that to me a dozen times already… guess I know where she learned how to tie a knot so good.’ He thought, grouping his knotted-up penis and balls against the leather mattress.

SMACK!!! “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Gohan cried out again and finally started to realize the intense heat. ‘Hay! Is this storage disk getting hotter!?’ he thought in a panic.

Out in the real world, his storage disk had vibrated to hand a third over the edge. It was hanging directly over the boiling liquid bronze. Gohan, being a smart lad suddenly realized that one corner of the portal was a whole lot hotter than the rest.

‘Oh no! Oh no!’ Gohan thought as he clenched up realizing exactly what was happening.

SMACK!!!!

Gohan bit down as hard as he could onto the rubber cock and balls in his mouth and fumed as he fought the urge not to scream his head off. And then…

SMACK!!!!

‘Where did that come from!?’ Gohan thought. ‘That came faster than the last one did!’

Out in the room, The Announcer had quietly picked up the belt and was playing with the controls as he watched Gohan in his predicament. Casually, he said, “Oh, Hay! Mr. Saiyaman! Look at you!”

Gohan breathed heavily.

“And look at these knobs on this belt controlling your paddle machine.” The Announcer said. “Now I know Hercule said, he didn’t want you bronzed anymore.”

Gohan let out a sigh of relief, but kept his butt flexed to brace for impact.

“But this way is better for ratings.” The Announcer said, and then he cranked up the juice.

SMACK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!! SMACK!!!!! SMACK!!!!!

Gohan was shaking his head No!!! And finally, he broke his silence, “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He screamed out just enough to vibrate his storage disk over the edge. And then somehow he seemed to know he was spilling into the machine. “EMMM EMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMMMM!!!” PLUNK!

Hercule stepped back into his room just as the Announcer put the belt controls back the way he found it. He was whistling to himself casually just as Hercule came up behind him. “Huh? Where’s Gohan?”

“Who?” The Announcer asked, then realized, “Oh Saiyaman. Yeah, he got tired of waiting and asked me to plunk him into the bronzing machine.”

“He what?” Hercule said moving him out of the way to look.

“Yeah he started crying out for someone so I asked him what’s up and he I couldn’t understand him at first.” The Announcer said. “So I guessed and asked him if he wanted me to put him in the machine and he was all…” He started shaking his head up and down, “Ruh Huh! Ruh Huh!” He grunted. “So I just gave him what he wanted and plunked him into the molten bronze.”

“Hmmmm.” Hercule said, thinking a moment. “Well, this makes things easier.” Then he smiled, “Haha!” And he called down into the bubbling metal, “Hay Gohan! It sounds like you’re just trying to hide from the little woman!”

A bronze coated metal basked lifted Gohan’s storage disk out of the metal, now having coated it into a bronze disk. Ripples appeared as Gohan cried out, “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!”

Hercule continued shouting, “And of course, you would! After the way tonight’s fight went, I bet your ass’s is in the doghouse.”

The bronze cage scooped Gohan’s storage disk into the round crevice to a pneumatic press. Gohan thought to himself, ‘He’s not wrong.’ As the press came crushing down on his storage disk.

Pistons engaged and steam blasted out pipes as the machine puffed and built-up pressure and held things that way until the metal had cooled down. A few moments later the piston retracted, and the machine spat Gohan’s bronzed storage disk out onto a tray.

Wearing special gloves, Hercule reached down and scooped up Gohan’s storage disk. It was now totally coated in bronze, even filling in the two spots where it had cracked along the edges. On the back were the embossed words, “I’m Mr. Saiyaman! Please Paddle My Ass So I Can Make You Cum!” And then on the front was an embossed image of Gohan’s bound-up, mummified face, with sunglasses on. The detail of Hercule’s cum dripping down his face and the lenses had been captured in the engraving.

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Gohan cried out from once again getting his ass paddled. And then he cried out some more, shouting, “EMMM EMMMM!!!! EMMM EMMM!!! EMMM EMMMMM!!!”

Hercule held the bronzed storage disk up to his ear. “Huh? What’s that Gohan? I can’t understand a word you’re saying. It sounds like you got a rubber dick in your mouth.” He said and then bellowed, “HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Gohan whimpered, “Emmmmmm.” He uttered, then thought, ‘why’d my father-in-law have to be such an asshole?’

Hercule affixed the bronze Saiyaman Storage Disk back in its rightful place on his Championship Belt and adjusted the controls again. “Don’t worry Gohan, I’ll keep you safe in the last place she’ll think to look.” He paused then said, “Right up against my dick! HAHAHAHA!!!”

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!

Gohan felt the paddle beating his ass purple. He fought the urge to cry out, clenching as hard as he could to take every last blow but then he thought, ‘Well it’s a living.’ And he relaxed every muscle and took it. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He cried out.

Chapter 8

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! Olibu whipped his dick and cried out again to what had to be the hundredth Gimp to stand over him and take a pee. “EMMMMM EMMMMMMM!!!” He cried out. But once again they didn’t listen.

Olibu eyed the cracks that had formed all along the edges. They were digging into the portal now and he knew it wouldn't be long before his storage disk cracked beyond repair. Frantically, he kept his feet wagged, his balls taunt, and his dick flexing to try and reduce the amount of pain he felt each time the leather straps whipped around. He stared out seeing dick after dick after dick in all shapes, colors, and sizes standing over him pissing away his chances of ever making it out of here. The line of gimped up guys was inside the men’s room now and showed no signs of stopping.

Just outside the men’s room, Zeeun, Yamcha, Pikkon, and Goku were all in line. Goku and Yamcha were doing the peepee dance, fighting to keep one of their thighs pressed against their bladder to keep from pissing themselves. Goku had used his tail to unzip Yamcha’s mask and pluck out his cock gag for him. The straps for it were under his zipper mask though so he just had a rubber dick on his face.

The line moved forward some, and Yamcha said, “Oh Thank god!” And he leaped forward a full floor tile, but accidentally stepped on Zeeun’s rubber bladder…. Again!

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Zeeun cried out giving him a pissed off murder look again. He’d just pumped all the cum back up into his dick.

“Oh, sorry Zeeun!” Yamcha said. “I swear I’m not doing that on purpose. And why the hell are you in line anyway!? You can just piss in that thing can’t you?” Yamcha said and went back to doing the pee pee dance hopping from one leg to the other. “I just have to pee real bad! And this… GUAHHHHHHHHH!!!” He cried out smiling. Cum shot out of his dick. He still had the E-stim device hanging from his nuts and wired to his dick and the powering the anal plug.

Goku’s tail politely reached around and lowered the power setting again. He’d done this once before when they first got in line, but something kept raising it automatically, likely a signal from within the stadium someplace.

“Guahhh!!!” Yamcha said shivering a moment. “Thank Goku. When are these things going to run out of batteries right!?”

Goku stared at him blankly and flexed his now 4 inch penis which was fully encased in an iron cock cage with a Shenron head jamming its teeth down into his cock head. “Et Hem.” He uttered and wagged his cock a bit.

Yamcha glanced down and laughed, “Oh right, I forgot yours got replaced with that thing.” Then he thought a moment. “How the hell are you going to pee with that sound rod jammed in your dick?”

Goku glanced down at his cock and wondered that himself. He shrugged, unsure how, and started to fiddle around with it with his tail.

Across the hall form the men’s room was another line of men all in gimp sacks with their dicks and balls being roasted over and open flame. Recoome was among them frantically jumping in place as were several others who were all eager to make it to the front of the line to get their dicks back. “EMMM EMMMM EMMMM!!!” Recoome cried out feeling it again.

Recoome’s dick and balls were sticking out of a portal disk and sitting in a great big Ferris Wheel-looking hot dog cooker, which automatically rolled his dick and balls around as it spun. At the bottom of the wheel, his cock passed right through an open flame, then as it came up to the top it was up against a wall of heat lamps, and then up at the top it was pressed against a series of paint rollers that had been soaked in BBQ sauce and other spices.

The rollers of goo coating Recoome’s dick came as a delight because it slightly cooled his dick out and the BBQ sauce shielded his cock from the open flames as they roasted.

Behind the counter was a snot-nosed 22-year-old-looking red demon named Saike. Many years ago, due to his incompetence, he’d fallen into a machine of pure evil and become the evil demon Janemba. Even though we were a thousand years in the future, he still hadn’t amounted to anything. “Next.” He said, sounding unenthused.

A tall Namek in a Gimp Sack and a zipper mask came bounding into place with a desperate look in his eye. “EMMM EMMM EMMM EMMMMM!!!” He cried out trying to find his roasting dick on the big wheel.

Saike yawned. “Can you be more specific than that?”

Recoome suddenly shoved the Namek to the side. He slammed into a square trashcan, sliding it out of the way and revealing there was a hole in the floor there, which he then fell through down into a black abyss. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm……………….” The Namek cried before vanishing out of view.

Saike looked up again, “Next.”

“EMM EMMM EMMM EMMMM!!!” Recoome grunted up at his dick on the big wheel.

Saike had a good idea which one he was gesturing toward and stopped the wheel a moment to get it for him. This put one of the roasting dicks at the bottom of the wheel right in the flames, and back in line, someone who might have been Spopovich in a gimp sack suddenly cried out in agony. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!”

Saike took Recoome’s dick off the flames and held it up for him, “This one?”

Recoome nodded. “EMM EMM EMM EMMM!!!”

“Just a moment.” Saike turned again and readied his cock dog for him.

Beside him in line, Recoome noticed the Pui Pui-looking guy behind him toying with the idea of also shoving him in the hole along with the Namek, but he didn’t have the build for it.

Recoome’s eyes shot wide open and he started to twist in pain. Saike had injected both of his nuts with molten cheese whiz, forced his cooked cock through a few large onion rings, and stuffed some rough textured flaming hot fries in his dick hole. Then he’d set it down in a cheese steak roll and drizzled ketchup and mustard in a spiral pattern along it along with dollops of relish along the sides.

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Recoome cried out, shaking his head about. “EMMM EMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMM!!!”

Saike ended by taking a knife and slicing Recoome’s cook cock head right in half. Then he turned and dinged a little bell on the counter saying, “Order up.”

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Recoome cried out after being presented with his cock dog.

Mechanical hands came down from the ceiling and unzipped Recoome’s mouth for him. Another reached in and scooped out the wad of socks from him. “GUAHHHH!!!” He breathed out, finally able to adjust his jaw and then, “MURMPH!!!” The mechanical hands stuffed his cock dog balls first into his mouth.

“Enjoy,” Saike said, yawning. And then he pulled a lever from beneath the counter.

A trapdoor opened up beneath Recoome, sending him falling down into the same black abyss he’d condemned Namek down into. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm…………….”

The other guys in gimp sacks waiting to get their cock dogs served to them all watched as Recoome vanished into the nothing below. The trapdoor slowly shut and made a satisfying locking sound, and then Saike said, “Next,” sounding board.

The Pui Pui-looking guy hopped right up to the counter, “EMM EMM EMMM EMMM!!!”

Olibu looked on, horrified, as the tail end of one of those spiked worm things stuck out the end of Zeeun’s penis. Goku had been nice enough to yank off the rubber bladder thing from the end of his penis with his tail. Now he was throwing his head back and fighting as hard as he could to piss these ten-inch long spiked worm things out of his dick but it wasn’t working. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He howled in pain as attempting to piss them out only made them drive their spikes into his urethra even deeper. Olibu was just thankful no blood came out.

Back in the stadium area, a blue-skinned Ogre guy wearing a T-shirt that read “STAFF” on it made his way through the aisles. He was holding a garbage bag and collecting up all the leftover garbage gimped-up guys had left behind. Down one row he found a cardboard box of half-eaten nachos, an old cock dog wrapper, a row of empty cups of Asparagus energy drink, part of someone’s storage disk, and then Shisami’s massive red Minotaur cock.

“Hmmm!?” Shisami uttered, realizing someone had found him at last.

The blue-skinned Ogre just looked down at him a moment. Then he reached into to his pocket and pulled out some rubber gloves.

Shisami made some pleading moans, “EMM EMMM!!! EMMM EMMMM!!!” bobbing his head to and fro. His dick was still sticking to the floor though the cum that was now drying to it. His balls still ached from Recoome stomping them.

The blue-skinned Ogre bent down and peeled Shisami off the floor. He held him up by the nuts, letting the control box to his E-stim device hang down. Shisami’s storage disk was now upside down which is how he saw him. Finally, the Ogre spoke. “Sorry, we’re not supposed to talk with the garbage.” He said, and then he dropped Shisami’s big red Minotaur dick and storage disk down into the garbage bag.

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!?!?!” Shisami cried out. Then he began flexing his dick in anger. “EMM EMMM EMMM EMMM EMM EMMMM!!!”

The blue-skinned Ogre kept walking down the line, discarding empty cups of Asparagus Energy Drink and plastic straws. The excess liquid shorted out Shisami’s E-stim device.

He filled up his garbage bag and made it back to a cart. There he tied a knot and flopped it onto several other garbage bags. From inside it, Shisami cried out still, wriggling his dick about, “EMMM EMMM EMMM EMMMM!!!”

The blue-skinned Ogre gave the bag a swift kick. “Hay shut up in there! I’m goanna throw you into the dumpster now and you can get compacted into a little cube. Try not to let the rats bite your dick off in the meantime.”

“MURMPH!?” Shisami uttered, his eyes opening wide.

“OAHHHHHHH!!!” Yamcha cried out, busting another load of cum down into the urinal. Then he opened his eyes and said, “Oh hay Olibu!”

Olibu’s tilted his head to the side to glance past the waterfall of cum Yamcha had just blasted all down the center of his, now crumbled, storage disk portal. He saw Goku peeking over Yamcha’s shoulder and his eyes lit up with joy.

“Yeah, it’s that guy we kind of know,” Yamcha said.

‘Inspiration for the legends of Hercules,’ Olibu wanted to add along with, ‘Preformed deeds for the gods, used to go by Samson, was later said to be Thor, was the first legendary human fighter to be trained by King Kai….’ He thought to himself.

“Anyway,” Yamcha started pissing down on him like a piss cannon. “There’s a sign out front that says not to disturb you while you work, so I’ll leave you to it.”

Olibu rolled his eyes again. Begging for help is useless with these assholes. Still, he shook his head No, “EMM EMMMM!!! EMMM EMMMM!!!”

“Huh?” Yamcha said, glancing down. “Hay I’ll pee where I want to, thank you very much.”

Olibu rolled his eyes. He was starting to have more confidence in the machine smacking his dick.

Over his shoulder, Goku was using his tail to unzip his mouth. Then he reached in and pulled out his rubber cock gag and set it to hang down from his chin. “Guahhhh!” He said, stretching his jaw out. “It feels good to get that out of there.” He said, then cheerily looked over Yamcha’s shoulder. “Oh hay, Olibu!”

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” Olibu cried, bobbing his head.

“Man, they did a number on you, didn’t they?” Goku asked.

Olibu bobbed his head around. “EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMM!!!!”

Yamcha finished pissing on him. “Alright, you’re up.”

Goku stepped up and Olibu eyed what had happened to his cock. The iron cock cage had closed up completely and made Goku’s penis look like some kind of iron pinecone of scales with a smiling Shenron head on the end of it. “Hmmmmm?” Olibu uttered.

“Oh this,” Goku said. He scooped up Olibu’s storage disk with his tail and lifted him out of the urinal so he could get a better look. “I don’t even know if I can pee out of this thing, but we’re about to find out.”

Olibu started shaking his head up and down, “EMMM EMMMMM!!!! EMMMM EMMMMM!!!! EMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!!” thinking, ‘Yes Goku! Get me out of here!!!’

Goku set Olibu’s crumbling storage disk back down into the urinal. He wrapped his tail around the end of the sound rod sticking out of his dick hole and pulled. “Maybe if I…. GUAHHHH!!!!” He said, clenching his teeth.

Olibu was shaking his head No again, “EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMMM!!!”

“All-most-there….” Goku strained and then…. He managed to yank the sound rod into wedging the iron Shenron mouth into opening. Piss came flooding out but because of the narrow opening and high pressure it was like turning on a pressure washer.

Olibu’s eyes shot wide open. He was watching whole chunks of his storage disk be obliterated as Goku’s dick acted like a water saw and seemed to erase it from existence. “EMMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMMM EMMMMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!” Olibu cried out, wagging his feet, tugging on his balls and smacking himself across the dick to hit the high notes, but then…. POP!!!

There was a blue flash in the room. “Huh?” Goku uttered.

Glancing down, he watched as Olibu’s storage disk suddenly split in half. The portal showing his bound-up face suddenly faded out of existence and was replaced by just stone.

Goku had just sealed Olibu in his pocket dimension where he’d be getting his feet tickled, tugging on his balls, and whipping himself across the dick for all eternity. Goku was left open-mouthed and said, “Whoops. Sorry Olibu. I guess I really had to go. Hehe!”

Goku sighed and kept on pissing. He thought he might as well continue right along, disintegrating what was left of Olibu’s storage disk down into smaller and smaller pieces, many of which now slipped through the drainage holes in the urinal but there were also two large hunks that others would have to deal with. Slowly the full gravity of what he’d just done came to him.

Goku fought the urge not to laugh, but he couldn’t help but grin wildly from ear to ear. He’d just condemned Olibu to whatever was happening to him inside of his pocket dimension for all eternity. He’d figured he was being tickled and heard a slapping sound. It reminded him of the noises made from Gohan’s storage disk but he recalled Olibu was lying on his back. He finally figured out that that slapping sound had likely been him getting his mighty herculean dick smacked upon by leather straps or something.

“Oh man,” He said as he finished pissing. He let his iron cock cage snap shut again and called down into the urinal hoping Olibu could still hear him somehow. “Sorry Olibu! I really had to go.”

Goku leaned back again and sighed. Using his tail again he stuffed his cock gag back in his mouth and zipped his lips shut. Then he rinsed his tail off in the sink and held it under the air dryer for a moment, and then he left, all the while watching as Pikkon and at least two others stepped up to Olibu’s urinal and pissed his storage disk fragments further away.

Goku joined Yamcha out in the hall. The two looked around a moment and finally Yamcha said, “I guess we’re heading out then.”

Behind them on a wall, there was a huge monitor showing a live feed of Tora all bound up in his space ship, getting fucked up the ass, and blasting cum out of his tightly locked up penis. He was cross eyed a moment and seemed to react when he realized Goku and Yamcha were both watching him. “EMMM!!!” He grunted, then shook his head for them to help him. “EMM EMMM!!! EMMMM EMMM!!!”

A blue skinned Ogre in a Staff shirt walked by. “Let’s see what else is on.” He said and reached to change the channel.

Tora was shaking his head NO, “EMMM EMMM!!! EMMM EMMMMMM!!!” And was then cut silent as the channel changed over to a sporting event.

Goku and Yamcha made eye contact with Pikkon who was bunny-hopping his way out of the men’s room past the line that still wrapped around the stadium. The three nodded to one another, then went their separate ways.

Outside, Pikkon powered up and blasted off into the air, still wearing the gimp sack with his long green dick out. The chain of spiked balls wafted in the breeze now free of his cock.

Yamcha and Goku walked down the path a little bit. They came across that odd area with the 22 pipes venting out of the building and blasting into the desert. It was dark out now so the temperature was nicer out. Finally, Yamcha asked, “So, Goku… how are you goanna explain that thing on your dick to Chichi?”

Goku flushed with embarrassment and shrugged. “Ruh Row.” He uttered, not even sure how to safely take the thing off.

Chapter 9

In his pocket dimension, Olibu was shifting around in frustration. “EMMM EMMM EMMMM EMMMMM!!!” He cried out, wagging his feet and tugging on his balls to swing and flex his big thick herculean dick around while the flogger hit it. He was furious and struggled again to try and power up and get free but something about this pocket dimension was sapping him of Ki energy. After about five minutes of this, he heard something trigger, like a clicking sound. His ears perked up and he tried his best to limit the cock smacking so he could listen, “MURMPH!?” He uttered.

On the flogging device, a pre-recorded message started playing. It was the announcer’s voice again, “Hay there, internal sensors indicate that your storage disk has shattered. But don’t worry, our patrons are still pissing all over what remains of it and breaking it up into bits and pieces so it can fit down the drain properly. Once all the urinals are emptied, we start the process of putting your storage disk pieces back together so we can get you out of there. There is a small fee involved and you do still owe us lots of money, so keep that dick slapping. At the end of every week, we check to see who’s balance is paid up and free those who are all paid off,” He said matter-of-factly.

“Hmmmm.” Olibu uttered, wondering what the process entailed.

On the following morning, Hercule was down in one of the utility rooms of the stadium, explaining the process to Goz and Mez. They were two long-time employees who had finally decided to ask just how the sausage was made. “Well, I’m glad you asked that!” Hercule said in his loud booming voice.

They were in a room with 22 drainage pipes for the urinals came down from the ceiling.

In his loud booming voice, Hercule explained, “We seal these fuckers up in the cheapest storage disks money can buy. They practically dissolve in water so 700 guys pissing on them all but guarantees they’re all a crumbling mess that falls through the urinal drains by the end of the day.”

He pointed out how each pipe coming down from the ceiling fed directly onto a conveyor belt but instead of standard belt, they used mesh sheets to collect all the bits that fell through.

Hercule continued. “These are not turned on at the moment, so all of the storage disk fragments can pile up into a small mound and all the piss can simply drain on through to the open sewers drains below.” Then he whispered to Goz, “But sometimes the bits still manage to fall off the sides and land in the sewers but don’t tell these fuckers that.”

Goz and Mez looked around a moment and then Mez asked, “Why does this one have holes in it?”

Hercule blushed. Gohan, who was still bound up and getting his ass paddled in Hercule’s belt, was listening in on the conversation and his laughter sent vibrations out into Hercule’s penis. “Well, they do wear down now and again.” He said, poking his finger through the hole which made it even bigger. As he pulled it away, some of the storage disk fragments to that one’s pile spilled through the hole where it would get ran over by the mill rollers that spun the belt.

Goz asked, “And why doesn’t this one have a belt at all?”

Hercule rushed over to him. “Oh that. Nevermind that. Everyone who’s storage disk gets put in urinal 8 is just fucked, that’s all. Their storage disk fragments just sprinkle down into raw sewage.” And then he strummed his chin looking. “And thinking on it, the belts for urinals 6 and 3 aren’t looking too hot either. They could break at any minute. Hmmmm.” He said, pondering to himself. “Oh well. Just something to put on the maintenance board.”

Hercule then went to the front of the line and gripped hold of a lever. “And now that they’re all crumbled up and covered in piss, we can start the delicate process of putting their storage disks back together.” He said and pulled the lever.

Machines kicked on with a low ‘whirring’ sound, and the conveyor belts all started turning slowly to move the 21 mounds of crumbled-up storage disk fragments a few feet forward. There, each one spilled into its very own grinding machine, which had metal bars covered in spikes to grind up any remaining large chunks into smaller ones.

The smaller pieces sprinkled onto a bent piece of metal where they all slid down into a blender. The lids all closed in unison after a minute or two and the blades engaged making a loud JEREREREERERERERERERERE-ing noise. The storage disk fragments were all ground up into smaller and smaller pieces. The blenders were consistently on for the first minute of blending, but after that they started pulsating off and on.

“They do that to ensure a fine consistency,” Hercule said, wagging a knowing finger. “We can’t have any clumps now, can we.”

The blenders stopped. Vacuums built into the floor suddenly engaged and all of the storage disk sand was suddenly sucked down through small openings in the blenders. They were all shot out into round machines that hung against the opposing wall. They sort of looked like small clothes dryers with each one having a vent pipe sticking out the back and bending up and into the wall. These lead outside the building and were connected to the 22 pipes Goku and Yamcha had wondered past and wondered what they were for from earlier.

“You know those 22 vents we have on the side of the building?” Hercule said pointing them out. Goz and Mez nodded. “Well, these feed right into those. These tumblers get super-heated to 500 degrees inside to cook and bake the storage disk sand and really dry things out.”

Metal coils in the backs of each Tumbler had started to glow red hot.

Hercule went on, “We blow all the hot air right out into the desert. Oh but we have to manually reach behind each one and push the vent screens back down again. They reset to the open position each time we use them. Otherwise, you’ll just blast someone’s crumbled storage disk sand out into the desert, and they’re really fucked then.” As he said this, he turned a knob on a control box.

The Tumblers all kicked on and started spinning around with intense heat. Three machines in particular though had loud rattling sounds in their pipes as though all of their storage disk sand had just been blown out into the desert…. Because they did.

Outside of the stadium, along the walkway, three of the twenty-two vent pipes suddenly blasted out really hot, piss-smelling sand into the parking lot. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!” “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” The Namek, Siayan, and Red eyed space alien who inhabited those storage disks cried as their chances of being freed blew away with the wind.

Back in the utility room, “Whoops,” Hercule said. “Guess we forgot those three.”

In his pocket dimension, Olibu was seriously feeling the heat. “EMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He cried out sensing the walls becoming wavy. His balls were sweating, and the leather straps whipping his cock had become damp with sweat from his dick. Even his feet were feeling it. The cum in his bandages had become more viscous and he was feeling like Beef Wellington stewing away in all the ever-warming inch and a half of warm cum he was laying in.

After ten minutes of turning in intense heat, the machines all dinged and stopped tumbling.

Hercule explained, “We tumble them all so the grains of individual sand become more rounded and less likely to fit together.”

Goz thought for a minute. “But aren’t we trying to do the opposite of that?”

Mez smacked him in the back of the head. “Be quiet! The boss is talking.”

“Oh yeah!” Hecrule said. Then he slapped his fist across his chest in salute. “As God as my witness, our ultimate goal is to get each and every one of these poor trapped souls out of those things.”

Gohan was laughing again, tickling Hercule’s cock some more.

Muttering to himself, Hercule said, “Oh you think that’s funny you little fucker.” He reached down and twisted the knobs.

“EMMMMMMMMM!!!!” Gohan’s Bronzed storage disk reverberated out.

Hercule left the power level and paddling frequence of Gohan’s ass slaps on like that for the rest of the tour, telling him, “Yeah and don’t you forget it.”

As he said this, the tumblers all engaged again. The bottoms in each rolling chamber suddenly split open and sent all of their storage disk sand sprinkling down into funnels. Compartments in the front opened, revealing little glass windows. There, Goz and Mez could look inside and see what was going on. The storage disk sand all fell into hourglasses. The hourglasses all sat on metal grates.

Hercule reached into a box by the door and pulled up a small burlap bag of sand with the words, “Worthless Fuck Kitty Litter on it.” He explained, “In the event that we need to refill the kitty litter boxes around the stadium, we just remove the hourglasses and let them all dump into the drawers below. Then we funnel them into these here bags and these worthless fucks get to spend eternity smacking their dicks and smelling cat piss.”

Then he leaned in adding, “And sometimes we just forget to put the hourglasses in for fun.” He broke out laughing. “Bwahahahaahaa!”

He digressed, “Lucky for this batch of fuckers, we’re all good on kitty litter at the moment. You see,” Hercule went on explaining. “We have to tumble the sand so it doesn’t clump in the narrow spot of the hourglass. Each time the sand falls through, it has a chance of all falling back together just close enough to spark the portal back into existence and get them out of there.”

As the last of the storage disk sand sprinkled down into the hourglasses, the machines all started making sounds as internal engraving machines kicked on and began whittling away at wooden lids.

Hercule put his ear to one and smiled. “That would be the internal engraving machines kicking on. Back when their storage disks were intact up in the urinals, we took scans of their bound-up faces. That image gets engraved right into the lid along with a code name we give them so we know who’s who inside of them.”

Hercule went on explaining, “And it’s super important that only the hourglass sand end up inside of each hourglass. Even the smallest contaminant could ruin their chances of the sand ever falling back together properly.”

Inside machine 7, the engraver was quickly grinding into the disk of wooden lid and carving a beautifully detailed image of Olibu’s wide, panic stricken eyes peering out of his leather zipper mask. It was very much like the face he was currently making inside his pocket dimension as he smacked his dick, “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” The engraver printed on the words “Worthless Cuck” to his and spat out a lot of the small wood shaves and sawdust down into his hourglass where they mixed along with his hourglass sand. The vibrations of his muffled shouting mixed them in completely before the top of the hourglass emptied into the bottom.

The machines all slapped the lids down on the hourglasses and secured them tightly on. A satisfying Ding* chimed and the lower compartments to each opened. The trays each hourglass sat on extended out the front of each machine. Each one now had a custom lid engraved and secured on its top.

Goz and Mez walked the line of 18 hourglasses and grinned stupidly down at the engraved faces and nicknames on each one. There was a Namekian bound up to the side of Olibu’s that read, “Shithead,” on it. And next to that was one of the alien races with the rounded ears that said, “Cum Stain,” all over his. And then a Saiyan with a jockstrap and cup strapped over his face in the one next to that that labeled, “Ball Sniffer.”

Mez picked Olibu’s hourglass up and flipped it over. On the bottom side, in very small print it read, “I hear by agree to waver all of my rights and give power of attorney over to Mr. Satan Wrestling Incorporated.” And then he had to squint harder as the print became too small for him to read. But there were 3 large paragraphs of text after that. “Something about slapping my dick until….” He trailed off and gave up on the rest.

Hercule took Olibu’s hourglass from him. “Oh, that’s just a standard legal waiver form. They’re free to read it all at their leisure.”

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Gohan cried out and tickled Hercule’s penis again.

A long wooden crate was wheeled in on a cart. Hercule put Olibu’s hourglass down and Goz and Mez help him load it up. The crate could hold 22 hourglasses snugly but with only 18 now there was a fair amount of wiggle room.

They wheeled it out of the utility room and over to the shipping area. There, they stopped at Loading Bay-A, and Hercule hammered the lid on lid shut.

Goz asked, “Hay shouldn’t we put some kind of packing material in first, or at least wrap them up in paper or something so they don’t break?”

“Nope!” Hercule said proudly. “They are paying extra for the legroom, and they are flying first class to our holding facility.”

The crate did have the words and symbols for, “Fragile” and, “This Side Up,” and “Handle With Care” on it, but they were all in small print and Hercule slapped the big shipping label right on the box covering them.

They loaded it onto the truck and shut the back. Hercule gave it a few smacked and yelled, “Okay Jimmy, take’em away!”

The truck driver gave a thumbs-up and drove off out of the loading area.

“Wow,” Goz said, “But where are we sending them off to?”

“I am glad you asked.” Hercule said, suddenly reaching up and pulling down a great big map that had been rolled up against the wall. He produced a horse whipper and used it as a pointer.

“For the first leg of their trip,” Hercule explained, “They travel by truck over the hilly mountains and on through the miles of desert. There’s no escaping the intense heat and dry conditions, and riding around in the back of a truck with no ventilation only makes things feel that much hotter.”

In the back of the truck, the hourglasses all clanked around against one another. The ones on the top had eventually spilled into little nooks and crevices between the bottom layer. But every now and again the truck hit a great big pothole, and all the hourglasses were sent lifting in the air and screeching down again. At least two of them were forming cracks.

In his pocket dimension, Olibu was panting. He was wagging his dick now more to get the leather straps to spin and circulate the air as a way to cool off. Smacking his dick just came with the job.

Hercule’s horse whipper moves along the map. “Now there is a direct rout out of Hell along this here highway, but that’s a toll road. So the driver’s been instructed to take these back roads, only a hand full are even paved and the rest are just grated dirt.”

The whole truck shook and rattled as it ran over stones and rocks that had rolled down from the mountain. In places the ground had even split in half from earthquakes, all of which the truck had to take extra slow and steady to navigate safely. Given all of the obstacles that had to be avoided, it took more like a half hour to get through what a GPS said should have only taken five minutes.

In the back of the truck, the hourglasses all shook and rattled, clanking into one another loudly as the crate casually moved from one end of the truck to the other. In his pocket dimension, the inch and a half puddle of cum all around Olibu sloshed about and became choppy as and even he felt the forces trying to push him from side to side. “EMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He cried out, smacking his dick.

Hercule’s horse whipper moved along the map. “500 miles east of here, they hit the airport and are loaded onto an international plane.”

At the airport, the wooden crate was carefully loaded into the cargo hold of a plane. The plane takes off at a steep angle and all of the hourglasses slide to the back side of the crate and then spill forward as the plane levels out. The ones that were cracked had gotten far worse now.

Inside his pocket dimension, Olibu starts to miss the heat. The cargo area was icy, cold and freezing at this altitude. For once he was happy to be so well-insulated and bundled up, but he’s also shivering and rubbing his feet together for warmth. “BURRRRR!!!” He cried out now whenever he slaps himself in the dick. The tip of his cock has gone numb. His poor golden cock piercing that stuck out his dick hole was freezing to the touch.

Hercule moved the horse whipper along the map. “And after their 16-hour flight, they get offloaded and put in a holding area waiting for Customs to inspect their paperwork.”

In his pocket dimension, Olibu spent a full week just smacking his dick waiting for something to happen. “EMMMMM!!! EMMMMMM!!! EMMMMMMM!!!! EMMMMMMMMM!!!”

Meanwhile, outside of the crate, the Customs agent finally got around to examining it.

Hercule narrated, “And if anything is even slightly wrong with it, the whole thing gets shipped right back around to us.”

The inspector stamped the word “Rejection” right on the forms and attached it to the outside of the box saying, “Nope, this is all wrong. Send it all back.”

Olibu’s head perked up, “MURMPH!?!?” He felt jostling as the crate became lifted back onto a cart and taken back to be loaded onto an airplane. In his pocket dimension, he was shaking his head NO and smacking his dick silly. “EMMM EMMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMMM!!!”

The crate gets loaded back onto the airplane. In his pocket dimension, Olibu is freezing again. “BURRRRRR!!!!” He cried out smacking his dick. At least flexing it was helping to keep it warm.

This time the airplane passes through quite a bit of turbulence. Lightning cracked and rumbled outside and Olibu grew worried as he heard the pilot announce, “This is your captain speaking, we’re going through some heavy turbulence for the next hour. This would be a good time to fasten your seat belts, tuck your head between your legs and pray to god.”

The plane tossed from side to side, making the hourglasses clank together inside of the crate. Suddenly, lightning struck one of the wings and the whole plane fell into a nosedive. For a full couple of seconds, everything becomes weightless and the hourglasses inside of the crate lift up to the top. Inside of his pocket dimension, Olibu somehow felt the G-forces leave him the puddle of cum lifted up around him. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Olibu cried.

The plane bottomed out as the pilot managed to pull up and save everyone. The hourglasses in the crate all came crashing down inside it. Three split open, spilling their storage disk sand everywhere. Olibu had heard the sound of breaking glass and cried out, fearing that it might have been his. “EMMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!! EMMMMM EMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” He cried out smacking his dick silly.

Hercule moved the horse whipper along the map again. “Of course, there are ways to get around customs.”

High up in the air, the back of the airplane opened. Two crew members wearing safety harnesses shoved the crate toward the edge. “This is the drop zone,” one said, and then they both heaved it over the side.

Things became weightless again. The crate literally fell like a rock a tew hundred miles straight down.

Hercule explained to Goz and Mez. “Sometimes the parachutes fails to deploy and we smash the whole shipment along the side of a cliff somewhere.”

Thankfully the parachute on the crate did deploy this time and they touched down with only a modest slam.

Olibu wanted to kiss the ground. ‘What the hell are they doing out there!?’ he thought furiously, wagging his feet in anger. SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

Hercule moved the horse whipper along a dotted line on the map. “From there, they get loaded onto a train.”

We get a shot of the crate tightly packed into the luggage car of a speeding train wedged in with everyone else’s luggage.

Outside of the train, Bora was still bound up in the totem pole, bunny hopping his way through the woods. “EMMM EMMMM EMMMM EMMMM!!!” He grunted then stopped a moment, went cross-eyed, and his dick blasted cum once again out of the wooden Bear’s mouth. “EMMMMMMMMM!!!” He moaned, then toppled over onto his back to take a nap.

Hercule’s horse whipper met the coastline. “Then they’re loaded onto a ship.”

We cut to the crate as the center of attention as happy sailors play the hand accordion and dance merrily around them in the pirate coupling style. In his storage disk, Olibu was bobbing his head and wags his feet to the beat of the jaunty, upbeat song. SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!!

Hercule moves the horse whipper around a peninsula back to a lower continent. “After reaching the port they have to be transported over these mountains by hand.”

We cut to two, muscle-bound, buff strong Toughies lifting the crate over their heads as they ascend a wall of steps that leads high up into the mountains like a Tibetan monastery. The Toughies, as seen in the Dragon Quest games, are all shirtless men wearing leather harnesses and always wear a leather BDSM hood with horns and a muzzle in the front as if they were all secretly Minotaurs. They had managed to carry the crate up more than 1800 winding steps up the side of the mountain before one of the straps broke.

The crate fell to the ground and slid right back down going a good 50 steps or more before finally catching an edge and suddenly flying through the air, flipping multiple times and falling right over the side.

Both of the Toughie Muscle Men looked at one another, then hurried back down the steps to the edge of the cliff. There, much to their relief, they found the crate still intact but lodged in a tree that was growing out the side of the mountain. They took a moment and pondered how the hell they were going to get that.

Sometime later, they managed to rig a pully system and some ropes to lower one of them down to it, tie some ropes on it and lift it to safety.

Days later they managed to pass the summit of the mountain and started heading downhill.

Hercule’s horse whipper came through the mountains and drew a circle in the badlands somewhere. “And from there, they get loaded onto a truck, and a week later, they finally get delivered to their final destination.”

Goz raised his hand. “But what is their final destination?”

Hercule pulled down on the map and let go, sending it rolling back up again. As if on cue there was now a truck driving towards them. “Why Loading Bay-B of course.” He then took a few steps over towards just as the delivery truck was returning from their long trip.

The truck backed up into the loading bay and Hercule opened the back of it up. As soon as he’d lifted it, the crate, which had been upright and leaning against the door somehow, fell out onto the floor with a loud thump. The contents inside sounded like a broken China Cabinet someone had thrown down a flight of stairs.

“Ohhh home at last.” Hercule said kicking the side of the crate, “And did we have a nice trip?” He asked politely.

In his pocket dimension, Olibu had never been so glad to hear Hercule’s burly voice. “EMMMMM EMMMMM EMMMMM EMMMMMM!!!” He cried out whimpering and wagging his feet for joy and flexing his cock as though wagging his tail. SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

“And what do we have here?” Hercule said, removing a large blue envelope from the side of the crate. He tore it open and pulled out a photo album. “Why it seems you were accidentally shipped to Mr. Satan World Land, the happiest place on Earth!” He said, holding up the album so Goz and Mez could see. “Let’s have a look inside and appreciate all of your wonderful memories.”

He opened the book up to a large photo of the crate strapped into the seat of a speeding Roller Coaster. “Why you all road Cells Revenge, the fastest, tallest, and loopiest roller coaster in all of Hell.”

Olibu fought the urge not to throw up just thinking about it.

He flipped to the next page. “And it looks like you were used as a prop during a stunt show.” He said eyeing the photo of cowboys taking cover behind the box as real arrows were shot into it on the other side.

Olibu’s left eye twitched recalling that one. The crate was not bullet-proof at all and the stunt men had fired live rounds right through it.

He flipped to the next page. “And you even got to play some games!” He said looking at a photo of a kid throwing a fastball right at a stack of Hourglasses all stacked up together on a flimsy pedestal. Only the hourglass in the middle fit on it properly. The two beside it would surely have fallen off were it not for the two on top of them holding them in place.

Olibu whimpered just thinking about it, remembering how he’d heard so much glass smashing that day.

Hercule flipped the page. “And here’s that creepy clown version of Berus from Universe whatever, riding a unicycle and juggling with three of you. Glad to see he’s having fun.” Then he flipped to the next page. “Whoops, looks like he dropped those three.”

Olibu was panting now in anticipation.

“Well, let’s crack the crate open and see what the damage is.” Hercule said, handing the two Ogre’s crowbars.

Goz and Mez got to work ripping the lid off with crowbars. They let it fall to the side and were shocked to see what was inside.

Almost all of the hourglasses had shattered, and the whole bottom of the crate was just filled with storage disk sand and broken glass.

Hercule explained. “You see, we don’t put any packing material into the crates because as the storage disks shatter, the broken glass and mounds of storage disk sand form a barrier to protect the ones that end up in the middle.” He said holding up a knowing finger. “Now let’s see who our lucky winners are.”

Hercule reached in and picked up what he thought was an intact hourglass but the lid lifted right off and what was only the top half of an hourglass that crumbled into dust. “Oops.” He said then looked at the lid. “Well, it looks like we lost Ball Sniffer.” He said and tossed the lid in the trash.

Hercule reached down again with a brush the dust off of the ones that were remaining. “Let’s see, we got Shithead, Cum Stain, Fuck Head, Cum Dumpster, and …. Worthless Cuck.”

Olibu let out a cry of relief, hearing his name as one of the hourglasses that hadn’t shattered. “EMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!” He cried out and gave himself a celebratory smack on the dick for a job well done. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMM HMM HMM HMMM!!!”

Hercule handed off the 5 surviving hourglasses to Goz and Mez. Then Mez asked, “But what do we do with the rest of them?”

Hercule smiled. “With them we filter out all the glass and use their storage disk sand to fill the ashtrays around the stadium.”

The gimped-up guys all getting their dicks smacked who heard this all cried out in protest. “EMMMMM EMMMMMM EMMMMMM EMMMMMM EMMMMMM EMMMMMM EMMMMMM EMMMMMM EMMMMMMM EMMMMMM EMMMMMM EMMMMMMM EMMMMMM!!!” Not that they could do anything about it other than slap their dicks.

Chapter 10

Hercule, Mez and Goz entered a dimly lit storage room through an iron door that screeched loudly from rusted hinges. Fluorescent light fixtures hung from the ceiling. There was no light switch on the wall. They had to step in a few feet and find a chain hanging from the ceiling in the dark. Hercule reached up and gave it a pull, making a clicking sound which turned all the lights on in the room.

The lights made the middle of the room fairly well-lit but cast wide shadows from 6 steel shelving packed full of hourglasses on the walls on all sides as there were no lights hanging over these isles.

There was a metal table in the middle with a hanging light directly over it as well as a chair and stacks of paper on clipboards as if this were someone’s office. They put the hourglasses down on the table. Hercule went to take a seat and get down to business but he was interrupted by a sound.

“Emmmm!” Someone was moaning, a lot louder than typical ground up hourglass sand. This was coming in more clearly.

“Hmmm?” Hercule uttered and looked around. Goz and Mez did the same and slowly they all homed in on the noise. “Oh here.” Hercule said picking out one of the hourglasses on a back shelf. He brought it out to the light.

“Ohhh Toilets.” Hercule said happily.

The depiction of Turles’s bound up face in a leather zipper mask with his eyes and mouth zipped shut had been engraved on his lid along with the misspelling of his name, Toilets, over and over again. Down in his hourglass, his ground up storage disk sand had fallen back together roughly enough that his portal reactivated but only at about 30% opacity. This created a ghostly image of his bound up face bobbing about as he moaned to get their attention.

“EMMM EMMMM EMMMM!!!” Turles cried.

Hercule smiled, “Well look at you, defying the odds! This only ever happens like once every few hundred years.” He said.

“EMMMMM EMMMMM EMMMMMM!!!” Turles cried out, bobbing his head.

“Hmmm?” Hercule pondered, holing up the hourglass to his ear. “I can’t hear you. Could you speak up a bit?”

There was the unmistakable sound of Turles’s fourteen-inch dick getting smacked with leather straps, and then he cried out again. “EMMMMMMM EMMMMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!”

“Hmmm what’s that?” Hercule said. “You don’t want to be free yet. You love it in there!? Well okay, if that’s what you want.”

Turles was shaking his head No, “EMMM EMMMMM!!!! EMMMM EMMMMMMM!!!!”

Hercule shook Turles’s hourglass around, to jostle around like a small tornado and then smiled at the fact that the portal was no longer visible, and his muffled cries had quieted down significantly.

Inside his pocket dimension, Turles was wagging his feet, tugging on his balls, and making his Saiyan cock get smacked angrily. “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!”

“Ohhh that’s more like it.” Hercule said, winking. “That’s the peace and quiet I’ve come to love.”

Hercule went around to the back shelf again and placed Turles’s hourglass back into place but with part of it hanging over the edge. Then he came back around and took a seat at the table to get down to business with the new arrivals.

“Now, onto your contracts,” Hercule said, shuffling some papers about and putting on a set of small reading glasses.

A series of muffled and faint, “MURMPH!?” noises erupted from the hourglasses which could only be heard because of how quiet it was in this room.

Hercule read, “So you all owe us your debt for being in the bottom 3% of people who manage to not pick a single fighter that won.” Hercule stood up a moment and tapped on Gohan’s Bronze storage disk a moment, “And you can all thank this asshole right here for that one.”

A series of muffled, slightly annoyed growls erupted from the hourglasses.

“Here,” Hercule said, “I’ll just turn the power up on his paddler a moment to punish him for you all.”

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Gohan replied, getting his ass spanked and tickling Hercule’s cock again.

Hercule smiled from the sensation running through his dick and started to explain, “Which you are all slowly paying off by smacking your dicks while you’re in those pocket dimensions. But while you’re stuck inside of them tugging on your balls for fun you have accused quite the bill.”

“Let’s see now, there’s the Shipping Cost for that little vacation you all just went on. Travel insurance for in the event that any of your arrangements got canceled we’d be able to redirect elsewhere. There’s the matter of two guides needing to erect a crane to rescue your crate from certain doom.”

Hercule flipped a page. “Now that you’re here, we charge a storage fee to house your hourglass here in the safety of this room. Your pocket dimensions count as a one-bedroom apartment so we’re charging you rent. This is an up front cleaning deposit we’ve already withdrawn from your accounts.”

Hercule flipped a page. “There is a utility fee that pays for the lights and heating of this room.”

Goz and Mez glanced over at the radiator which had an Out of Order sigh on it which had a layer of dust over it.

“There is a service fee to ensure someone comes along and occasionally flips your hourglasses over to let the sand pour down and give it a chance to reform back into something that might produce a portal. There is also a Disposal Fee in the event that said person or someone else drops your hourglass to the ground, we charge you to clean it up and throw you in the garbage. Then there’s a restocking fee. We also have you cover the cost of buying the next hourglass to seal the next poor fucker up.”

Olibu and the other hourglasses were all crying out and shaking their heads No, “EMMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMMM EMMMMM!!!”

Hercule read on. “While here you are considered employees but you have to pay for your own benefits, and training, not to mention those uniforms you’re wearing. We will deduct money from your payments to go towards the annual party and we do celebrate your anniversary of being incarcerated here.” He did an aside real fast. “It’s super cute. We buy a cake that you don’t get to eat, pay extra to have your bound up face printed on it, and strap a pointed party hat onto your hourglass, while we eat it in front of you.”

Hercule whispered to Goz and Mez. “And sometimes we get a little drunk and throw the hourglass out with the paper products and decorations. Whoops.”

Goz and Mez chuckled.

“Let’s see, what else?” Hercule said strumming through the paperwork. “Oh yes there’s an Audit Fee. We pay for some pencil pusher in an office that’s not even in this state to sign off that your hourglass and storage disk sand are accounted for. Then there’s the Legal Fees. That’s where we take out a loan in your name to hire and bribe a lawyer, who gets paid $300 per hour, into arguing that you should be paying us at a much, much higher interest rate than 24.9%.”

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” Olibu cried out in anger. “RUNNY ROAR!?!?!?”

“Let’s see,” Hercule went on. “Security. We hired a rent-a-cop who gets paid way too much an hour to occasionally check on you. Monitoring. There are cameras in this room. They don’t work at all but they’re there and we’re charging you for them. Then there’s the Convenience Fee, which we charge each time you make an electronic transaction.”

Hercule came to the last few pages. “Then there’s the Late Fee. You boys should have been put in here a solid month ago instead of traveling around the world playing with your dicks. You all have quite the mountain of debt to pay off ahead of you. And that’s not even accounting for the Compound Interest Fee.”

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Olibu cried out.

“So to use Uhhhh.” Hercule picked one at random. “Worthless Cuck here as an example. Your Cost-Per-Cock-Smack, or CPCS, is only about $0.02 cents per dick smack towards paying the interest off. That’s not even touching the principal amount that you owe us. So at your current rate of payment, you’ll be all paid up in 44 years… not accounting for inflation of course.”

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” Olibu shouted out angrily.

Hercule brought out an ink pad, grabbed hold of Olibu’s hourglass. He pressed the face side down into the ink pad. “Goanna need you to sign here.” He said.

“EMMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMM!!!” Olibu shouted angrily. But Hercule lifted his hourglass up and used him like a stamp down on the page anyway.

Hercule lifted him up and set him to the side again. The ink had transferred the impression of Olibu’s bound-up face in the leather gimp mask with his mouth zipped shut and his eyes open wide and panic stricken. The words ‘Worthless Cuck’ were stamped all around it, making it readable from all sides.

Hercule did the same for the other four, which Goz and Mez found places for on the shelves. Hercule though, took Olibu’s up personally and shoved it right into the shelf next to him, pushing the hourglasses that were there right on through and sending Turles’s hourglass right off the shelf on the other end.

SMASH!!! Turles’s shelf shattered into a thousand pieces and spilled his hourglass sand everywhere.

“Ooops.” Hercule said, not actually sorry. “Don’t worry, we’ll charge him to clean that up and throw his ass in the garbage.”

Goz went and got a dust scooper and broom from the corner and started sweeping him up.

Inside his pocket dimension, Turles was shaking his head angrily and wagging his feet to smack his dick some more. “EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMMM EMMMMMMM!!! EMMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!”

Goz scooped up the pile of hourglass sand and broken glass into the dust pan and carried him over to the metal trashcan. There he dumped him put and tapped the metal dust pan on the metal can to dislodge all of the sand and broken glass. He even tapped the broom out for good measure and then he put them back where they belonged, hanging behind the door.

Before leaving, Hercule said one last thing. “Now I know what you’re thinking.” He said in a sissy tone. “But Hercule, I don’t have…” He picked up Worthless Cuck’s paperwork and read, “One point nine million dollars in my bank account.” He clapped his hands loudly together and spoke in his usual manly tone again. “Well do I have good news for you. Starting today we’re cutting you in on the prophets made for the live feed we’ve been selling of your foot tickling.”

“Root Rickling!?” Olibu uttered, lifting his head slightly. His eyes were still zipped shut but he wanted to look anyway. He recalled seeing a red light on the foot-tickling device but assumed that was just the on switch and not a camera. Then he realized, ‘Have people been jacking off to my feet getting tickled this whole time?’

“Alright, we got a show tonight,” Hercule said, heading toward the door. “Seeing as you’ll be listening in, we’ll just add the cost of your tickets onto the money that you owe us. We charge you the scalper’s fee too, so you’ll be paying three times as much as the normal cost of a ticket. Okay,” he said, waving. “Happy Slapping!”

And with that, Hercule, Goz, and Mez left and shut the loud screeching metal door behind him.

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Olibu cried out angrily thinking, ‘two cents!’ This whole fucking time I’ve been smacking my dick for two lousy pennies!’ He growled and fought the urge to wag his feet but the tickling always took him. That urge to let out a muffled laugh from his feet being tickled always won in the end. SMACK!!! He sighed shrugging. He had nothing to do but wag his feet, tug on his balls, and get to slapping his dick around.

The show began about an hour later. The storage room was apparently right under the sound system and the Bass from all of the songs came blaring through the walls, vibrating the shelves enough to make all of the hourglasses shift and rattle around. Songs like, “Wow” by Tiesto, “Black Bety” by Ram Jam, and “Repeat After Me” by Dimitri Vegas and Like Mike really rattled things as they reverberated not just through the storage room wall but through Olibu’s pocket dimension walls as well.

Vibrations rippled through their storage disk sand, creating little rings. Olibu suddenly got the sensation the leather mattress he was strapped to had started hovering on the inch and a half of cum in his pocket dimension. Then he realized this was his hourglass surfing about on the shelf. He’d started wagging his feet and bobbing his head to the beat of the music. He was getting his dick smacked and fucked up the ass by the rubber horse cock to the DJ’s rhythm and he was here for it. He didn’t even care if his hourglass fell off the shelf anymore, which he knew was bound to happen sooner or later. Frankly, it would come as a relief to him. Then he wouldn’t have to pay anyone anything.

About an hour into the show, he heard the familiar sound of glass breaking as the stomping of the crowd above had shook the room enough to make one of the hourglasses slide over the edge and shatter. Olibu laughed when he heard it. He was sure it was one of the hourglasses smashing to the ground. ‘Good! So long fucker!’ Olibu thought, ‘This is my shelf!’

The music died down as the announcer started to talk. He knew he was saying things but couldn’t make out any of the words. Olibu spent the next five hours just listening to the show. He heard the entrance music at each fighter came in, the initial uproar and cheer of the ungagged crowd, and then after the next fight the muffled, slightly quieter, fully gagged crowd. The walls started thumping as the sold-out stadium of 704 people all stomped their feet to the ground. He could feel the rumbling of their cheers moving his hourglass around. He was really getting into the fights even though he couldn’t make out anybody’s name, what they were doing, or how they got tied up.

Finally, Hercule came out at the end. His voice too came in through the walls and ceiling as just a garbled mess. But one thing Olibu did pick up on. Hercule after all of his smack talking had stuck the microphone up to his belt and he could hear Gohan getting his ass paddled, his muffled, “EMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! EMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! EMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” came in through the walls loud and clear and that made Olibu happy.

The fight ended an hour later. About another hour after that, Olibu started hearing people walking around out in the hall. It was the employees and janitors finishing up their nightly duties. Olibu wondered if anyone was going to come in and taunt and tease them or check in on them but no. The door never opened and no one ever bothered to look in. He heard the garbage crew taking all the trash out, and then, about an hour later, things got really quiet aside from the occasional sound of rats scurrying in the halls.

Out in the real world, the storage room had an iron door and a glass port-hole window on it. There was an iron bar across it to prevent it from opening and it had a sign on it that read, “Keep Out.” On it.

The stadium didn’t have any events for the next four days. Crews were coming in to do sound checks for a concert but that was all. The actual event was the day after that. Olibu rolled his eyes as he was sure he’d be charged for tickets to that event too.

Olibu sighed, ‘so much for that Service Fee where I was paying for someone to come in and flip my hourglass over.’

Day 7 of being in the storage room, someone finally came in. He was of the odd alien race where all the people had mushrooms for heads. “Alright, everyone, Rent is due.” He said. “I’m just here to let you all know that another “$2,700 has been charged to all of your accounts.” Then he packed his things up and left. “Alright, see you all next week and happy slapping!”

“ROO ROUSAND, REVREN RUNRED!?!?!” Olibu cried out, “RU REEK!!!!” Even charging him that much per month was highway robbery. He shook his head in disgust and wagged his feet. SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

On the next day, Mez and Goz came in. “Well, it’s official.” Mez said, “If your storage disk gets put in urinals 8, 6, or 3, you’re fucked. The belts are broken and your storage disk chunks are just falling into the sewers.”

Goz added, “And the belts on 11, 14, and 9 weren’t looking too good either. I don’t even think they collect all of the pieces; they’ve got so many holes in them.”

Mez strummed his chin. “Yeah, we should probably get around to replacing those. But the boss says we don’t need to worry about it until a few crates have come back from their world tour with all of their hourglasses smashed before we should order new ones.”

Goz said dimly. “Yeah, and it says 6 to 8 month shipping time because they have to be hand sewn.”

Then getting down to business, Mez announced, “Alright you maggots, listen up!” Mez examined a clipboard, “Let’s see what we got here.”

Goz grinned seeing the broken hourglass on the ground. “Uh Oh.” He said dimly.

Mez came up and looked down at it too, crossing his arms. “Yep, looks like we had another runner.”

Goz grinned. “Good thing too. We got another 22 fresh urinal cakes that got pissed down the drain into piles of storage disk sand last night. They’re being ground up, blended, tumbled, and sealed into hourglasses as we speak.”

Mez asked him, “Goz you did remember to put the filters in, right?”

Goz looked at him, “I thought you did it?”

Cut to the 22 vent pipes on the side of the building, 19 of them blasted storage disk sand out into the desert. The guys getting their dicks slapped inside of those all cried out, “EMMMM EMMMM EMMMM EMMMM EMMMMM EMMMMM EMMMMM EMMMMM EMMMMM EMMMMM EMMMMM EMMMMM EMMMMM EMMMM EMMMM EMMMM EMMMM EMMMMM EMMMMMM!!!!”

Goz and Mez had a moment of realization hit them but decided to continue as normal. Mez cleared his throat, “Yes well, as you know, space is limited.” He said, looking around. “And there are only so many shelves for all you fuckers.” He adjusted his glasses and took on a more sinister tone. “Goz, my friend, we might have to start playing favorites, I think, and making the tough choices.”

Mez walked down an aisle casually, looking with a keen eye. Goz went a different direction and walked past two unopened boxes containing brand-new metal storage room shelving units that no one had bothered to put together.

“Hmmmm,” Mez mused, “what about this one?” He said, picking an hourglass up. He examined the stamp on the lid. It was a cute young Saiyan with spikey hair. He had a cock gag in his mouth with the words “Ball Sucker” on it with a zipper mask over his face, with the eyes zipped shut. The mouth and eyes were left unzipped so you could read the words “Ball Sucker” on the base of his cock gag.

Mez brought him over to the table saying, “This one looks kind of like Shallot.”

It was.

Mez opened popped the wooden lid off and dumped Shallot’s storage disk sand out onto the table to form a small mound.

Goz then produced a ray gun from his pocket and shot the mound. Suddenly the storage disk sand all floated into the air where it formed a cloud and then shot back together into its original, solid storage disk form complete with a working portal showing Shallot’s bound-up face.

“MURMPH!?” Shallot uttered. His eyes shot open wide and then adjusted to the light as robot arms emerged from the leather pillow he was laying on to unzip them.

Mez interrogated him. “It says here you’ve been with us for 7 years now. Your productivity has been average at best. It doesn’t even spike on holidays.” He said disappointed. “In ten words, tell us why you love getting your dick smacked so much.”

Mez and Goz leaned in to stare at him intently.

Shallot was still in a daze. The fact that there was a ray gun that could have restored his storage disk and freed him at any point, but they chose not to use it and let him smack his 14-inch Saiyan cock around a few million times for the past 7 years was still sinking in. ‘You Fucker,’ he thought.

Shallot was about to explode and let them have a muffled ear full of what he thought of that, when Goz made a buzzing noise. “BZZZTTTTT Too slow.” He said and zapped Shallot’s storage disk again, which turned it back into a pile of ground-up sand again, every atom back as it was a moment ago. Shellot missed his chance.

Mez held his hourglass under the side of the table and used a brush to sweep Shallot’s storage disk sand down into it. He snapped the lid back on, and then, without even looking, he tossed Shallot’s hourglass back over his shoulder, where it shattered against the wall, and his storage disk sand and broken glass showered down into the metal trashcan. It landed down on Turles’s hourglass remains too because no one had cleaned it out yet.

They continued going through the shelves and again, walked right past the two unopened boxes of brand-new metal shelving unit in them. They both had pictures on all sides of what they contained and a post it that read, ‘Assemble Immediately. - Hercule’ on one.

They found two more they didn’t like. “Hay hay, somehow this one’s got all of his bills paid off.” Mez said excitedly and then, in a disappointed tone, added, “Oh but there’s dust on the side here.” He said and tossed it. SMASH!!!

Goz asked, “Isn’t Saike supposed to be cleaning them every week?”

Mez huffed. “He’s supposed to be coming in here to flip them over too. But he clearly hasn’t been doing that either.”

The two left in a huff, intent on giving Saike an ear full when they found him.

Saike was the 22-year old-looking, red-skinned Ogre who normally worked the Cock Dog Concession Stand. He hadn’t amounted to much over the years other than transforming into Janemba that one when he fell into the vat of sin from his own incompetence. If there was one thing he did excel at though, it was slacking off at work.

Saike had been hiding from Goz and Mez in the janitor’s closet across the hall. He was supposed to be restocking the concession stand and cleaning the place from top to bottom but instead he felt the urge to read his vintage Hentai comic he’d found and wanted to jack off to while on the clock. The trouble was, people used the janitor’s closet far too frequently for him to do it there. He’d been heading to use the Hourglass room when Goz and Mez had first come walking up but now they were leaving.

Saike overheard Mez saying, “I’m going to make that kid refill all the cum buckets up with what the janitors collected.” Then as soon as they were out of sight around the hall, he booked it across the way.

Saike entered the Hourglass Storage Room and quietly shut the door behind him. He was careful not to trigger the bar lock across the door and lock himself in though.

He turned around eyeing all of the shelves and did a quick lap to make sure he was completely alone. Then he asked, “You guys aren’t gonna rat me out, are you?”

The hourglasses were all mostly silent, aside from the ones currently smacking their dicks but even those were barely audible.

“Good,” Saike said. Then he reached into his backpack and pulled out the Hentai comic.

The thing was older than dirt. It was a comic book someone had made centuries ago featuring Krillin arranging a fight between Goku and Android 18. It was titled “Dirty Fighting (Dragon Ball Z) by someone who went by Cum on the internet. The author and artist had made it in the time when Goku was a living hero still saving the earth from dangerous aliens, devils, and ancient gods. It was pure fantasy or at least unsubstantiated for its time. Someone had printed the thing out and sold it to Saike at an exorbitant price. You can just find it online for free.

Saike propped the comic up against some of the hourglasses, then pulled his leopard print shorts down to his ankles and gripped hold of his fat red ogre dick. He applied some lube from his bag to his hands and got to reading as he stroked himself. He read aloud, unaware that all the gimped-up fuckers smacking their dicks could hear his every word.

In the comic, Krillin is selling fights with Android 18 which Goku agrees to. Android 18 leaps over Goku and shoots fire out her hands that burn off Goku’s clothes, then she leaps into the air like a face hugger and slams her pussy into his face, knocking him to the ground. She turns around while he gets into it, licking her clitoris. She jerks him off and sucks his dick, then she gets up again and sticks his dick inside of her to make him cum as she bounced up and down.

“Oh, it’s getting to the good part,” Saike said, turning the page. Then he reached out and grabbed hold of the first hourglass that was convenient to him.

In his pocket dimension, Olibu heard a rumbling as his hourglass was slid off the shelf and someone fought to get the lid off. “MURMPH!?” He grunted, perking his head up.

Saike got into it, jacking off as he aimed his dick down into Olibu’s open hourglass. “Oh yeah! I’m gonna bust a nut right into Worthless Cuck’s hourglass just like Krillin does into his glass of water!” Then he turned his attention down to the hourglass sand. “Hay, I don’t know who’s trapped in there, but I’m about to contaminate your storage disk sand with my cum!”

Saike’s voice came in through the walls of the pocket dimension with a slight echo. Even though his zipper mask was all zipped shut, you could tell Olibu had his eyes wide open. He was shaking his head No, “EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMM!!!” He cried, out wagging his feet harder and harder. Pulling his balls as far as he could, making the cock flogger whip around faster and faster to make the sound of it smacking him against the dick louder and louder. SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!! “EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM HMM HMM HMMM HMMM!!!” Olibu howled.

Saike started cumming and shot his load right down into the hourglass. “Oaahh Fuck Yeah!” He said, gasping for breath and panting slightly.

He turned the page to his comic as he finished cumming. The last few drops dripped out of him and he rubbed the end of his penis against the lip to get the last few drops out. Then he spit down into it for good measure.

Saike finished his comic book, pulled his shorts back up and zipped his fly shut. He collected his things and jammed the lid to Olibu’s hourglass back on. Then he held it up a moment to watch the last of his cum dripping down the sides and into the storage disk sand. “Alright, now you’re fucked my dude,” he said and gave the hourglass a good hard couple of shakes. Then he put it back on the shelf upside down. “There you go, you Worthless Cuck. Maybe I’ll use you as my little cum dumpster again sometime.” He said, winking, and then he picked up his bag and left.

Olibu’s hourglass sand drained down into the bottom level and was further mixed with Saike’s spit and cum. The odds of the hourglass sand ever falling back into position enough to form a portal had been astronomical on their own without the inclusion of contaminants. Now though they were all but improbable. Saike had blasted a small shampoo bottle’s worth of cum into the mix.

In his pocket dimension, even though he was wearing a black zipper mask with his eyes and mouth zipped shut, you could tell he had a wide smile on his face that went from ear to ear. In his panicked struggling and muffled shouts, he’d somehow managed to pull on his balls and whip his dick enough into making himself blast a load of cum so powerful that he’d painted most of the ceiling. Drops of his white gold were raining down all over him now and he lay there listening to it tap against his leather gimp sack. He’d gone cross-eyed thinking about it.

Something about being dominated by some young twirp who was jacking off to, of all things, what Krillin did in some old ass comic book, had really done it for him. And that kid had just used him to hide his cum while on the job when there was a perfectly good trashcan he could have done it in, or even the men’s room one floor above for that matter!

Olibu lay there panting to try and catch his breath. He was biting hold of the wad of socks in his mouth which he’d learned to love the flavor of. He’d never blasted out a load like that before. It was raining down on his face even meaning he’d blasted it out when his dick was wagging to paint a line across the ceiling. He didn’t want to admit it but he was secretly hoping that kid came back to bust another load in his hourglass so he could try and cum like that again. He was bound-up good and tight, getting his feet tickled, stretching his balls out, and getting his penis whipped, all with that rubber horse cock up his ass pulsing away at his prostate whenever the music was good.

‘Ha! I have to hand it to that kid. He’s got me pretty fucked,’ Olibu thought. Then thinking on it more he realized, ‘he’d come into this room specifically to use one of the hourglasses to cum into and screw over their chances of us ever getting out of here.’ Olibu thought to himself as he lay there. He was getting himself all fired up again just thinking about it. And then he smirked keenly to himself realizing, ‘I kind of want him to do it again!’

Chapter 11

Pikkon was free of his cum soaked wrappings and gimp sack. Fellow members of the Kai fighting force here in the Otherworld were kind enough to help him out of them. They all had a good laugh before, after, and occasionally brought it up to him again. They had tossed the gimp sack into the dumpster and Pikkon told them what had happened with Olibu. He was their superior and had them all making Missing Person’s posters. As they did this Pikkon excused himself from the room. One of the Kai fighters took a break from making posters a moment and was shocked to look out the window and see Pikkon trash-picking the gimp sack from it. He quickly rolled it up, wrapped it in a blanket and make off with it. Apparently, he was into that kind of thing and had never had one that fit so well. ‘Good luck cleaning the cum out of that,’ the Kai fighter thought.

Zeeun visited the stadium regularly. His normal outfit was basically BDSM wear, and he liked being in a room full of testosterone-filled guys gagged in gimp suits all jamming out to other men fighting. His luck was never as bad as Olibu’s thanks to being a part of an scheme where he knew which fighters were being paid to take a dive. Doing the math on that, of 704 patrons all placing bets on 5 fights and with only 22 urinals that meant the odds of picking all 5 losers was only 3.125%. It was the same odds picking all 5 winners too but Zeeun was always somewhere in the middle. Olibu should actually have gotten the last fight a win too. Gohan had only lost because he’d slipped on Pikkon’s cum.

Recoome landed a few seconds after he’d fallen right down into a mound of filth and garbage, but he was so well embedded in it that just the tuft of red hair atop his head stuck out. The Namekian he’d shoved down there had landed on something more solid and made a point to jump a few times on Recoome’s head before trying to find a way out of there. Recoome ate his dick and balls and then after a few days of being stuck that way, found himself reborn up in hell and once again fully intact.

Shisami managed to wriggle his dick and the sharp edges on the E-stim device into ripping open his trash bag. As he spilled out though he suddenly wished he hadn’t. The rats were ravenous and pounced on him, consuming his fresh Minotaur dick and balls clean off. He’s still trapped in his storage disk down there getting his feet tickled and the dildo up his ass continues to tickle his prostate.

Yamcha and Goku both surprised Krillin and his wife Android 18 by showing up in their leather zipper masks and straitjackets. They had both flown there right after the fight and Krillin could not stop laughing the whole time but 18 was more civil about it. She found it hilarious but was not so stricken with fits of laughter that she couldn’t at least undo the belts and take off their straitjackets and zipper masks for them.

“What the hell are you goanna do about that thing on your dick?” Krillin asked Goku.

Yamcha entered the room wearing some of Krillin’s clothes… they didn’t fit well at all. Goku continued to parade around naked. “Gosh I don’t know.” He said. “I kind of like it.” And then more intently said, “It’s like it’s training me for something.”

18 staired a moment. “Well if that’s not made out of stainless steel it’s just going to rust. You need a tetanus shot and some WD-4D.”

Goku took that seriously, “Oh, okay.”

18 and Krillin exchanged a worried look. She had been joking.

Yamcha finally blurted out, “Hay, what about Gohan?”

Krillin asked, “What about him? Aren’t he and Videl on thin ice?”

This was news to Goku, “Huh?”

18 smiled, “Yeah apparently, your son hasn’t been getting what he wants in the bedroom. So he ran off and Videl is kind of mad about it.”

Goku turned and flexed his arm as if to power up. “Ohhh I’ll have to talk with him then.”

Krillin and 18 exchanged another look. Krillin finally said, “Actually Goku, it’s probably best you stay out of it and let them deal with it themselves.”

Yamcha suddenly had a realization. “You don’t think…. He threw the fight so he could get paddled by Hercule do you?”

Everyone was now looking at him but for different reasons. Goku for accusing his son of cheating and Krillin and 18 for mentioning the exact fetish Videl was tired of dishing out. “He’s getting paddled by his father-in-law?” 18 finally blurted out.

Yamcha told them about the fight and how Gohan was currently trapped in Hercule’s Championship Belt getting his ass paddled.

Krillin grabbed a notepad. “Right, so we’re collecting the Dragon Balls again to fix all of this.” He started making a list.

Item One: Wish Goku’s Cock Lock was made of Stainless Steel so it wouldn’t rust.

Item Two: Wish Gohan be freed of his storage disk.

Krillin looked around. “Anything else we need?”

18 shrugged. “We’re low on eggs.”

“Right,” Krillin said.

Item Three: A dozen eggs from the store.

With that, they set out to go and find the Dragon Balls. This was a slightly harder task in the Otherworld. In the thousand years since they had all lived, Dende had grown very old, very big and very wise. When he passed away, he searched the boundaries of reality itself here in the Otherworld, seeking knowledge. In his quest though, he’d found the original planet Namek, whole again and waiting for his people. It seemed that the Otherworld was also where planets went when they died, and it was among thousands of the heavenly bodies in Otherworld’s night sky.

The new set of Dragon Balls he made for the Otherworld were nowhere near as powerful as the ones he’d made previously for Earth. He’d seen so many dictators and murder-hungry aliens show up over the years questing for eternal life, and power, that he deemed them only usable by those deserving of their power. To use them first, Goku and his friends would have to find planet Namek again and then plead their case. Were eggs from the supermarket worthy of their power?

Back at the stadium, Pikkon arrived showing off one of the Missing Person flyers. None of the Ogres remembered seeing him but their records indicate he was put in a box and shipped onto a plane. They’d be happy to hold onto one of the flyers for him though and hang it in their breakroom so the staff know who they’re looking for. Pikkon thanked them for their time and flew off trying to track down the plane and its itinerary.

Later that day Goz and Mez came into the storage room and picked up one of the hourglasses, “Hay, Worthless Cuck, this guy on the poster sort of looks just like you.”

“MUMRPH!?” Olibu uttered.

Goz took the hourglass down off the shelf and put it on the table. Mez then put the Missing Person poster over the embossed lid and took a piece of charcoal to it. There he scribbled to transfer the impression of Olibu’s leather zipper mask right over the smirking, blond-haired image of a Himbo that had been Olibu.

“Yep! Looks just like you.” Goz said holding the Missing Person paper up. “Only this guy’s name is Olibu and yours is Worthless Cuck. Oh well.” He said shrugging.

They put Olibu’s hourglass back up on the shelf and left the room laughing. They crumbled up the Missing Person flyer and tossed it right in the trash.

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Olibu groaned and smacked his dick. SMACK!!!

Saike snuck into the room later that evening and did the same thing again. He didn’t want to admit he had a masturbation problem but he seemed compelled to do it while he was on the clock at work. Each time it was the same thing, setting up some old ass Hentai comic, this time an issue of Spunky Knight by someone named Youhei Kozou. It wasn’t Dragon Ball Z at all, or even gay, but for some reason, it did it for him. He did jack off into a different hourglass this time, which made Olibu jealous. Over several weeks, Saike repeated this habit of jacking off once, sometimes twice, a day and it wasn’t long before he claimed pretty much all of the hourglasses on that shelf as his private cum dumpsters. He was using them to hide his filthy habit and totally fucking over their chances of the hourglasses ever working properly.

Olibu wagged his feet and smacked his cock, assuming all hope was lost until suddenly…. He vanished! “MURMPH!?”

The energy appeared on the stone platform and came into the shape of Olibu’s bound-up figure, his ankles still locked in the iron stockade with the foot-tickling device still tickling them with feathers. His toes were still tied together with the rope taunt with his balls. His mighty, herculean cock was still erect even after all this time and the flogger spun around, whipping him with its leather straps as it spun. Olibu senses the change in the air. “MUMRPH!?”

He was on planet Namek.

Krillin, 18, Videl, Goku and Bulma were standing around just looking at him, aside from Goku who was once again wearing his black leather zipper mask and straitjacket, chewing on the cock gag in his mouth as he used his tail to fiddle with his cock lock again. They had just wished for it to be made of a different metal that wouldn’t rust. His eyes were unzipped though and shot wide open when he saw Olibu laying there all bound up getting his great big dick smacked instead of Gohan.

“Murmph!?” He uttered seeing Olibu lying there getting his feet tickled.

The gang all fought the urge to laugh, even Goku who had never actually known what was happening to Olibu in his storage disk until now. Bulma finally said, “Oh uhhh, Dragon, that’s not Gohan.” She called up.

The Dragon, which towered over them in the sky above had a massive body that coiled on up to the cloud line. It was not Shenron or any other they had seen before. It stared back down at her as if she were insignificant. He let out a low growl. “You will need to be more specific then. I will send this one back.” He said intending to correct his mistake.

“MURMPH!?” Olibu uttered, his head perking up. “EMMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMMM EMMMMMMM!!!” He cried out but then a moment later, he was turned into energy and zapped right back into his pocket dimension, splashing down in the inch and a half puddle of cum again. “EMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” He cried out, laying his head back and thinking, ‘home sweet home again….’ He sulked, turned his head to one side wagged his feet to smack his dick.

Krillin said. “I wonder how much that guy’s dominatrix charged to do THAT to him.”

Goku would have mentioned ‘Oh hay, that was Olibu!’ but his cock lock had managed to chomp shut again on the end of his dick and he was focused more on that at the moment. Still it had been nice to see the big guy.

Goku had spent the past few days flying around Namek, dressed this way as part of his training. He turned heads wherever he went as he homed in on each of the Dragon Balls and used his tail to scoop them up one at a time and rest them against his abs so he could hold them there by flexing his penis. Then he’d take off and fly back to Bulma and the others to drop them off. To his credit, he never dropped a single one doing it this way.

Bulma tried the wish again. “Alright, We wish to have Gohan freed of his storage disk. He’s the one trapped in the pocket dimension around Hercule’s Championship belt.”

The first time they she’d made this wish, she had said his name but specified that he was at the stadium. The thing was Hercule was currently touring somewhere outside of Hell and not at the stadium, hence the Dragon did the best it could and brought them Olibu instead. Now knowing that Gohan was in the one around Hercule’s belt, he was able to lock on him and an instant later he was there.

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!” Gohan purred out receiving yet another fun smack across his ass. He let that rush of adrenalin he got from it sink in… and suddenly noticed there was a breeze. “MUMRPH?” His face was still wrapped in bandages and he still had on his sunglasses stained with Hercule’s cum on his face and then he realized exactly what had happened.

Videl got up on the stone platform and started screaming, “GOHAN!!!”

Gohan was finally glad his dick was tied in a knot because he dam near pissed himself hearing his wife screaming at him. He struggled to get free of the straps, finally powering up.

Vadel kept right on shouting at him. “If you want your ass paddled so fucking bad, I can arrange it for you!!!”

Gohan powered down some as that was the exact reason he ran away in the first place. ‘Wait, let’s see where this goes,’ he thought to himself, deviously.

Vadel turned the paddling machine off, removed the paddle from its handle, and kicked it a good thirty feet away. “Give me this thing!!!” She screamed and then WHAMMMMM!!!!!

“GUAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Gohan cried out feeling the paddle against his ass. ‘Oh wow!’ he thought. ‘I was getting hit so much in that pocket dimension that I forgot how good the real thing felt!’

WHAMM!!! WHAMMM!!! WHAMMMM!!! Videl smacked as cartoon hearts shot out of Gohan’s head each time she did it.

Krillin, 18, and Bulma all winced and looked away. Goku just stood there watching with his tail wrapped around his dick but Bulma reached up and zipped his eyes closed. Even though Goku couldn’t see what was happening, the sound of the wind breaking as Videl swung the paddle had reminded him of Chichi’s backswing. His dick had gotten hard enough to force Shenron’s jaw open just thinking about it.

Bulma shrugged in disgust at Goku’s erection, “Maybe we should wish that thing be welded shut.” She said.

Gohan lay there, taking it. Beneath his bandages, he was smiling from ear to ear as he was reminded why he fell in love with her in the first place. “EMMM EMMM EMMM EMMM!!!” he cried out. He thought to himself, ‘now if I could just get her to do this dressed as the Great Saiya-girl while someone filmed us, we’ll be back in business!’

The Dragon interrupted, “Et Hemm…” Krillin, 18, Bulma, and Goku leaned their heads to look at him. “You still have one more wish for me to grant.”

A lightbulb went on over 18’s head, “Oh right, we still need eggs from the store.” Then to the dragon she called, “We wish for a dozen eggs from the grocery store.”

The dragon’s eyes flashed and a carton of a dozen eggs appeared in front of her.

Then in his thunderous, imposing voice, the Dragon said, “Your Wishes Have Been Granted.”

The Seven Dragon Balls all flashed with energy and lifted up in the form of a circle. There they spun forming a huge portal in the middle of them. The Dragon moved through the air like a great flying snake and vanished through the portal they had made. The skies changed back to the typical greenish hue Namek was known for. Then the Dragon Balls turned to solid balls of stone and blasted off in 7 different directions, where they landed on random locations somewhere on the planet and lay dormant. It would be another year before they would be able to summon the great dragon again.

Goku and his friends left the planet and brought Gohan back with them. He spent the entire trip standing with an ice pack strapped to his ass. Bulma, 18, Krillin and the others worried about how their relationship would progress after this, but one day on the spaceship Bulma had accidentally walked in on Videl giving Gohan head in one of the supply rooms. She returned to the bridge telling everyone, “Oh, I think they’ll be fine,” she said casually.

Their spaceship flew off back to the central Otherworld hub where they lived. Along the way they almost collided with Tora’s ship which was still fucking him up the ass and making him cum. They had to swerve hard to the left to avoid a collision. Bulma opened a channel, “You Fucking Sunday Driver!!! You Almost Hit Us!!!” She screamed and then blinked a moment, realizing what she was seeing on the view screen.

Tora was bound up in his leather zipper mask and straitjacket with his legs hoisted in the air. The rubber hose cock was still thrusting into him and he was blasting cum out his locked up penis. He had a pleading look in his eyes. “EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMM!!!”

Bulma just laughed and ended the communication. “Fucking pervert. I bet that only fans gets a million views.” She fumed and sped on back to home.

About a month later the Ogre’s all got drunk one night at the stadium.

Inside his pocket dimension, Olibu was shaking his head NO, “EMMMM EMMMMM!!! EMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!”

Several drunk Ogres had gone into the supply closet and grabbed armfuls of hourglasses, saying, “We’re goanna use you guys as bowling pins.” They slurred! “Whoooo! Yeah, let’s bowl some balls!”

It was the company's annual holiday party.

Olibu’s being among them, then they balanced the hourglasses on top of empty soda cans out in the hall, forming a triangle.

Three dozen drunk Ogres formed an oval around them cheering Goz on as he stepped up to bowl the first ball.

Olibu and the other 9 gimps trapped in hourglasses all cried out shaking their heads No, “EMMMMMM EMMMMMMM!!! EMMMMMMMM EMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!”

Goz was up first, brandishing a bowling ball befitting his larger than average Ogre hands. He lined up his shot and let it fly.

The Ogres all cheered as the ball veered off to the left and smashed through three of them on the end. “AWWWWWWWWWWW!!!” They shouted. One even asked him, “Where did you learn how to bowl?”

Mez came to his defense, “Hay he gets another shot.” And then he said, “Shoosh everyone! Listen.” He said cupping his ear with his hand and leaning in toward the hourglasses.

They all did the same thing being as quiet as church mice. Slowly they all came to grin fiendishly.

Mez massaged Goz’s shoulders saying, “You hear that, Goz. Even those worthless fucks are cheering you on.”

Olibu made a befuddled look. ‘cheering him on!?’ He shook his head No, and cried out angrily. “EMMMMM EMMMMMM!!!! EMMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!” He screamed out wagging his feet and tugging on his balls. His dick went SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!!

Goz lined up his second shot, he bowled the ball and... All of the Ogre’s clenched their fists smiling as this time the ball stayed centered and SMASH!!!! It crashed right through the middle line and sent a chain reaction that smashed every hourglass but the one on the far right corner.

The crowd cheered and congratulated Goz. But then the security guard came down and broke things up. “Okay fellas, that’s enough.” He said clapping his hands. “The parties upstairs. Let’s clean it up.”

The crowd carried Goz down the hall to his drunken victory, which left the security guard standing beside a single hourglass balanced on an empty soda can. The security guard leaned on and picked it up saying, “You too.” He adjusted his sunglasses as he read. “Mr. Worthless Cuck. Back you go.”

Olibu let out a sigh of relief. His hourglass hadn’t smashed. There was still hope for him. But also the rent was still due so he wagged his feet and got to slapping his dick!

A month later, Olibu’s storage disk was taken off the shelf again. “Ohhh Mr. Worthless Cuck.” One of the smaller pencil pusher-type Ogres said, sitting across from him. “You’ll be happy to know that we’ve successfully taken a loan out in your name to bribe your lawyer into agreeing for you to pay an even higher interest rate than you are now.”

Olibu rolled his eyes and groaned. “Grrrrr….”

“Your old rate was 24.9%, but now your new rate is 44.9%.” The pencil pusher tapped away on a calculator for a second. “That brings your Cost Per Cock Slap, or CPCS, down to about…. $0.01 cents for every 5 slaps of your dick. Now I need your stamp here signifying you approve all this.”

“MURMPH!?!?!” Olibu shouted. “RUN RENNY ROAR REVRE RIVE RICK RAPS!?!?!?!?” (“One Penny For Every Five Dick Slapps!?”)

The pencil pusher seemed to somehow understand him as he was pressing the Face side of Olibu’s hourglass down into the ink pad. “That is correct Worthless Cuck. Four out of Five times you’re smacking your dick now don’t generate any money at all.” He said, adding. “But you still have time to pay off your loan and all the money that you still owe us. Right now you’re on track to completely pay things off in…” The pencil pusher slid a sheet of paper depicting him in a yacht tossing money over the side to find the figure he was looking for, “287 years and 4 months.” He said happily then stamped the image of Olibu’s bound-up face with his eyes and mouth zipped shut down on the form.

“EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” Olibu cried out in anger. He wagged his feet, tugged on his balls and let the cock slapper have at it.

The pencil pusher grinned as he watched the ripples in the sand from each time Olibu’s thick herculean cock got slapped. “That’s the spirit Worthless Cuck. Keep up the good work and you’ll be out of here in no time.” He gathered his papers and put Worthless Cuck back on the shelf. Then before leaving he said, “Of course all those figures I just told you don’t account for inflation, or the compound interest on your late payments, but any who, Happy Slapping.”

Olibu groaned. Flogging his dick had become the cause and solution to his stress.

Chapter 12

Pikkon traveled the world leaving up flyers about Olibu wherever he went. He had managed to track down that they had gotten to customs at one point, but the trail went cold from there. The package was returned but no one at the stadium recalled ever receiving it. Then it occurred to him that he could just use the Dragon Balls to summon him free. The trouble was, weeks later when he finally arrived on Namek they had already been used. 365 days later he finally managed to gather them up and summoned the Dragon, only to be told, “That Wish Has Already Been Granted and Cannot Be Wished For Again.”

Pikkon was taken aback. “Olibu freed?”

The Dragon looked bashful for a sec. “Yeah, that’s my bad.” He said in his loud thunderous voice. “I got confused by these other people wishing for someone freed and I accidentally summoned him instead.”

Pikkon raised an eyebrow. “So he’s already free then?”

The Dragon gulped. “Uhhh no. I uhh had to put him back to fix my mistake.”

Pikkon then asked, “So why can’t you grant my wish?”

The Dragon explained, “Once I have used my powers for a thing, I can no longer do that thing. So I cannot grant you your wish.”

Pikkon’s jaw hit the floor. “So, my friend is stuck, sealed in a pocket dimension for all eternity because of your mistake!?”

The Dragon shifted thinking about it. “Well, I wouldn’t say I’m totally to blame.” He seemed to be weighing the matter in his mind. “He was there to begin with, I simply put him back to fix my mistake.”

Pikkon was giving him a look.

The Dragon sighed. “Look I’m sorry but it’s out of my hands. I don’t have the power to free your friend.”

Pikkon grasped his temple a moment as he thought. “Okay, can you at least tell me where Olibu is, physically?”

The Dragon mused a moment. “Hmmmmm.” Then his eyes flashed. “Your Wish Is Granted.”

A digital tablet appeared in front of Pikkon, which he grabbed out of midair. The browser was open and it was already cued up to a foot fetish website. Currently playing on it, was a live feed of “Worthless Cuck’s Feety-Feet Getting Ticky-Wickled.” Pikkon read aloud somewhat in disgust but also blushing and trying not to laugh. He wasn’t into this sort of thing himself but kind of saw how it might appeal to others. Olibu was wagging his feet with his big toes tied together. Out of focus in the background, he could see Olibu’s massive dick sticking up kind of in silhouette with a mechanical flogger occasionally whipping around and smacking him. There was also a timer on the website counting down, letting Pikkon know that his free trial was about to run out in 5 minutes.

“Gauhhhh….” Was a noise Pikkon made, not sure what to do about this. It would cost him $11,49 a week or $500 for the full year to keep on viewing Worthless Cuck’s foot cam. Bars on the sides of the website showed thumbnails of other guys getting their feet tickled and penises slapped, scrolling up on one side and down on the other…. There was also the option to sponsor Worthless Cuck directly and make the funds raised from his dick-smacking be forced to match that charity goal donation instead of going towards paying off his debts.

Pikkon saw that something about his feet in particular had attracted a lot of attention as he’d unlocked a lot of the higher charity goals, that also made his feet get tickled more intensely and his dick get smacked that much harder. “Hmmmm.” He mused seeing how amazingly fucked they got him.

Pikkon thought for a moment and made his second wish. “I wish to know where his storage disk fragments are located.”

The Dragon’s eyes flashed again, “Your Wish Has Been Granted.” He said.

The website changed to some site doing the same thing Youtube Shorts and Tiktok did but worse. Pikkon had never even heard of it. Saike had an account there and one of his videos started playing. It was a stack of 12 Hourglasses stacked flimsily to form a tower. The song “Wrecking Ball” by Miley Cyrus started blaring loudly, and had been cued up at the point when she sings, “I Came In Like A Wrecking Ball!” Saike’s red hand entered frame for a second as he pushed a bowling ball tied to a rope into frame which swung right past the tower of hourglasses.

The gimped-up guys sealed inside them smacking their dicks, all seemed to know what was going on as they all cried out, “EMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!” “EMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!” “EMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!” “EMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!” “EMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!” “EMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!” “EMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!” “EMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!” “EMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!” “EMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!” “EMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!” “EMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!”

Pikkon watched with his slowly opening wider with each passing moment. The wrecking ball swing around, each time getting slightly closer to the tower of hourglasses. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Then Pikkon saw the date this video had been posted. It was four months ago and had only managed to get 8 views, including this one. The wrecking ball finally collided with an hourglass third from the bottom which caused the whole tower to collapse and break the ones that had formed the base.

Pikkon sighed. This stupid kid was trying to get views by posting shit that had been done to death centuries ago.

Pikkon watched the video over again, with the sound off. He wanted to study them and see if he could determine which one was Olibu. None of the lids were ever in focus enough to identify any of them though. His hourglass was shattered though that was for sure.

Pikkon finally made his last wish. “Dragon. I wish to know what happened to all of his storage disk sand.”

The Dragon’s eyes flashed. “Your Wish Is Granted.” Then he took off into the air. The Dragon Balls did their thing, flashing and letting the dragon vanish into a portal before blasting off their separate ways.

Pikkon saw two new tabs open on the web browser. The first was just a video of stolen security footage from somewhere just uploaded and posted online for Pikkon’s viewing. It showed Saike behind the stadium working a shop vac to clean up all the glass and sand. Then it cut ahead to a different location where he was dumping it in some kind of machine that filtered out the glass. And then again to the machine pumping the storage disk sand into a burlap sack labeled “Kitty Litter”.

The video changed again showing Goz humming to himself as he filled the litter box and called out. “You Hoo, stray cats! Got a fresh load of litter for yeah.”

Dozens of cats came running out from behind dumpsters all fighting to use the litter box.

Mez came up behind him. “It sure is good having these cats around to deal with the rat problem.”

The video cut ahead to Saike, looking less than thrilled with his life choices as he scooped the litter box out. The video ended there.

The next tab was a satellite image with coordinates marking literally a few hundred thousand dots on the map over a 500-mile radius of one of the deserts in Hell, each apparently marking a spot where Olibu’s sand had ended up blowing out into the desert. Many were still concentrated in places but others were all scattered far out as the wind had carried them miles apart.

Pikkon pictured himself spending the next few decades running around a desert with a dust buffer, sucking up random bits of sand and then painstakingly trying to sort it out…. He stood there blinking for several moments. Then he sighed, turned around and, tossed the tablet back over his shoulder saying, “Well, I tried.”

The tablet hit the cement ground hard, cracking the screen and sending sparks out. As Pikkon powered up and flew off, smoke started bellowing out of the thing. As he flew off he thought, ‘Maybe I’ll think of something and try wishing again in a year.’

Still sealed up in his pocket dimension, Olibu bobbed his head and wagged his feet, tugging on his balls, and flogging himself in the dick to the beat. SMACK!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!

One year later, Pikkon had gathered up the Dragon Balls again.

Olibu’s storge dick formed all in one piece in front of Pikkon. Olibu himself had heard the odd change and noticed some light coming in through his zipped-up eyes. Also his ears perked up from the new sounds he was hearing as it appeared to him that his portal had reformed in front of his face, “MURMPH!?” He grunted.

Olibu’s storage disk fell to the ground and immediately chipped against the cement floor, before falling onto back.

Pikkon casually walked over and picked him up. He reached in and unzipped Olibu’s eyes. Olibu’s eyes were fully dilated from spending two years in complete darkness. Pikkon was staring in at him with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Casually Pikkon asked him, “So… what have we learned about gambling in Hell?”

Olibu teared up, wagged his feet, tugged on his balls and smacked his dick for joy.

Pikkon reached in again and unzipped Olibu’s mouth. Then he removed the wad of socks from it and put them to the side of Olibu’s head.

Olibu stretched his jaw out and said, “GUAHHH!!!! He said and became uncomfortably choked up, blubbering in a way that made Pikkon look up at the dragon.

“Dragon, for my second wish, I want Olibu to stop crying so much.”

The Dragon’s eyes flashed.

Olibu’s tears went away and as if composing himself all on his own he said, “Oh I’m sorry, it’s just… I didn’t think I’d ever see you or anyone ever again.”

“Right,” Pikkon said. “About that.” Then he gave Pikkon a stern look. “You are going to suck my dick the whole way home!”

Olibu smirked and nodded. “Yes sir.” He said almost purring. Then his eyes opened wide with realization. “Owww owww and maybe you could wish for that ray gun they have that can turn a storage disk into a pile of sand and restore it again!”

Pikkon was taken aback by this request. “Uhhh, yeah, sure buddy.” Then he looked up at the dragon and nodded.

The Dragon’s eyes flash and the ray gun appeared, floating next to them. Pikkon took it out of the air. With that being his third wish, the Dragon Balls all flashed, floated up into the sky, opened a portal and then shortly after, the dragon was gone.

Pikkon carried Olibu’s storage disk back to his ship. It was one of the round Siayan ones. Olibu kept right on talking. “Oww oww and maybe you could stuff my mouth with socks again and zip my eyes shut!” Then more excitedly added, “Oahh and you could grind my storage disk into a fine sand and put me in an hourglass again! And! and! and!

Pikkon was starting to regret removing the wad of socks from his friend’s mouth. He reached into Olibu’s storage disk and zipped his eyes shut.

Olibu went on rambling, “And maybe you could cum into it and mix it all around with my hourglass sand and….MURMPH!!!”

Pikkon had whipped his dick out in front of a dozen or so Nameks and stuffed it right into Olibu’s mouth. Olibu probed it with his tongue a moment and realized what it was, then he got to work sucking him off excitedly.

Pikkon waved to the Nameks who looked on at him in confusion. Many of them were just living simple farming lives and brandishing hoes and rakes with baskets of odd teal-colored fruits they grew.

Pikkon’s ship opened up, revealing his leather gimp sack stitched into the chair, fully unzipped the whole way down and featuring a massive rubber horse cock poking up through the seat in the middle. He pulled his pants down, lubed up the massive rubber penis and guided it into his asshole as he sat down into the gimp sack. His feet stuck out the bottom through a tight belt around his ankles and he sat back into it fully clothed. He got his shoulders inside and forced the attached zipper mask over his head. Then he reached out to touch the control panel and said, “See you all around.”

The door to Pikkon’s ship closed and sealed shut. His leather gimp sack zipped shut, belts whipped around it every few feet to secure him into position. Inside of his ass, the rubber horse cock glittered with lights all around it as it was actually the steering control for the ship which Pikkon had to operate by clenching his ass and adjusting himself. A rubber cock gag was stuffed in his mouth before it was zipped shut too. A large pocket pussy on a control arm descended from the ceiling which normally would be jacking Pikkon off now but his dick was already inserted into Olibu’s storage disk where the bound up himbo was busy sucking him off. Olibu’s storage dick rested on Pikkon’s mid section and bobbed slightly up and down as Olibu sucked away at his big green cock. Funny enough, Olibu’s dick was getting smacked so hard that it made his tongue vibrate each time it got hit. Olibu didn’t seem to mind this though. He kept right on wagging his feet, tugging on his balls, and flogging himself across the dick.

One of the farming Nameks came over to his friend and jested, “Man how the hell does he fly that thing all bound up like that?”

The other farmer said, “It must be on auto-piolet.”

Pikkon clenched his ass around the massive rubber dildo controller up his ass. The engines engaged. He shifted it out of park and made his round spaceship suddenly blast off into space. He set a course for the central Otherworld Hub and activated relax mode. Pikkon’s eyes were zipped shut and music started playing, just as a small disco ball descended from the ceiling and filled the small cabin with rainbow-colored laser lights.

Pikkon vibed to the music, bobbing his head slightly to the beat. It occurred to him that even though he’d gotten Olibu’s storage disk back in one piece, he had no idea how to work the thing into letting Olibu out of it. That was fine though. He could just keep him as his private cock sucker and reward him by stuffing his mouth full of socks, grinding his storage disk up into a fine sand and busting a load into his hourglass as he’d requested. Then just use the ray gun to restore him back whole again and repeat that until Olibu got wise to the fact.

Inside his pocket dimension, the song “I Like to Move It” from the Madagascar movie soundtrack started blaring. Olibu bobbed his head as he sucked Pikkon’s big green dick. The dildo up his ass pulsed along with the beat of the music and he wagged his feet, tugging on his balls, and flogging himself in the dick right along with it. SMACK!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!! He wanted to do a good job so Daddy Pikkon would grind his storage disk up real good. The thought of it made his dick, which had been rock hard this whole time, even harder. He felt the sting of another smack of leather straps against his mighty herculean cock and realized he’d never been happier.

Pikkon’s eyes rolled back in his head. He was blasting a load of cum right down Olibu’s throat and something about the way he was moving his lips around didn’t let his dick to get soft at all. He didn’t have to re-up at, Olibu just kept right on sucking. ‘Oh yeah!’ Pikkon thought. ‘This was worth it! I’m gonna stuff his mouth full of socks and grind his storage disk up just like he asked as soon as I get home.’ Then he thought a moment, ‘I’m pretty sure I’ve got an hourglass big enough for him in the shed somewhere. Ohh yeah. I’m goanna bust a load into that thing so big when I get back.’

The End

After Credit Scene: One of the farmer Nameks rush out to where Pikkon’s ship had just blasted off from holding something. “Wait! You dropped your ray gun thing!” He yelled then sighed seeing Pikkon’s ship suddenly blasting away like a shooting star over the horizon… “Oh well.” He said, then he turned to the others, “You think he’ll be back for it?”

One of the other Nameks shook his head No. “Naw, you better just dispose of that thing. We’re a peaceful society and don’t allow guns on our planet.”

The first Namek did as he was told. He smashed the ray gun with a rock and shoveled the pieces into a nearby trashcan.