🌟 The Squishie Bishie

Albendo is our yet another mageboy, who goes to the school of magic that uses Hourglass powers to reverse time and keep their ass forever young.

The Grandwasp of the Hourglass school had achieved unbelievable results, after many decades of extreme waistbinding he had his torso visually separated in two halves with nothing between them but pure invisible energy that kept his body together.

Of course that would be something young Albendo could only dream of to achieve in maybe a thousand years? But even at the beginning stage he was already enamoured with his wasped look in the mirror, enjoying himself every day and never getting enough of this practice.

He'd bellydance and stretch and massage himself, he'd use magic and alchemy and balms and many other things until his current waist ring felt loose enough. Every time that was great joy, meaning he could pay another visit to the sexy local blacksmith.

"Hi Squishie," a topless muscled youth waved at him.

"Bonjour! Your smithy's up?" the red-haired hottie waved back.

"Always! Wait, don't tell me you came to... Man, how can you even breathe after the last time?!" the blacksmith poked Albendo right in his rounded up tummy.

"Hey, that's rude!" Albendo laughed but also felt how his balls contracted. The blacksmith could probably poke him to an orgasm in a couple of minutes with those skillful fingers... "Umm, I think it's getting loose again, so I wanted you to fix it. After all, your job was to make it tight and looks like it broke."

"Can I see?" the blacksmith rubbed Albendo's belly through the sweater.

"Sure," Albendo lifted up his huge sweater.

"Aww man, you never wear pants, do you! The big peepee aside, let's see what you got there... Weird, it's intact and exactly the same size I made it a week ago. Nothing seems broken to me. What's the problem?"

"I don't know... it feels kind of wobbly. Can you tighten it up?"

"Well, if... if you say s-so..." the blacksmith shrugged like it's not going to be his problem if anything goes wrong. "But... I need payment first. I'm not a necrophile."

"Heh, very funny but I don't have plans to join Sir Lichard's zombie army yet. But I do agree we better deliver your payment first because after you're done with my waist I'll be too eager to find the nearest mirror and glue myself to it for the rest of the day."

The red-haired lifted the sweater above his nipples, giving a better view of his teenboyish torso, the perfect skin, only beautified or maybe ruined by that small metallic ring around the waist that the mageboy was so proud of.

The young blacksmith, however, still couldn't decide if that looked at all healthy. He'd sometimes wear a tight leather belt himself for the empowering look and feel, but this boy's waist was something else, sliced in two halves like butter with that thin metallic ring! Healthy or not, all he knew is that mages have their own laws of physics, but the sight of Albendo's waist was steadily making him hard as rock.

He hungrily licked Albendo's firm rounded belly, the curved shape looked like it belonged to the same category as female breasts and buttocks and could be enjoyed as much... He gently touched the red-haired's fragile nutsack with his strong fingers, feeling the mageboy's growing erection with his cheek, then with his lips...

(two hours later)

"Maaan, that's tight as fuck!" Albendo kept sweating as he walked down the street. The loose sweater helped to hide his erection but the smaller waist ring was making him feel in the middle of an orgy in a torture chamber. Each step while having his gut squished so tight made it feel like getting fisted elbow deep but somehow inside-out!

He barely made it across the street to the next dark niche to give his pulsating cock another relief. A few tugs on the foreskin and a short stream of cum decorated someone's wall.

"Hey you! This is private property!!" he heard a voice from above. "You're gonna have to pay for this!"

Albendo raised his head and saw someone hanging out of a window, some kind of a noble at first glance, though after a blink or two that heavy layer of white paint and some weird makeup on his face started making the person look more like a sad clown than an aristocrat.

"Sure, why not," the red-haired only shrugged.

"Umm, come in then," the black lips of the noble stretched into a horny grin of a wolf who didn't have sex for weeks and suddenly saw the Red Riding Hood just passing by like that.

First, Albendo didn't want to be caught for something unlawful because his school was really expensive and he never had enough money to buy those pants anyway. Second, because he didn't have much money he never skipped the opportunity to make some on the side. Third, cumming inside the house instead of outside was something that guy would definitely pay for.

Albendo loved to turn tables. Now he's gonna make that noble pay to him instead. He fixed his sweater and went straight to the house's door.

"What a weird fella, though," he thought while getting cock-slapped on both of his thighs as he walked, "Hope I'm not getting his face paint all over my body, or at least he has a hot bathtub..."