They followed the meager clues they had. Until his razor-keen hearing locked onto the soft, rhythmic, shuk shuk shuk of a water pump. Naruto waved Hinata over to him and pointed to the source. They followed his ears.
PUMP ROOM the nondescript door said. In big black block capitals. Whoever had built that place was worried about security. Because even this of-the-way entrance was locked tight. Hinata moved in to see the lock's interior. But Naruto stopped her.
"I've got it."
He gripped the handle and turned it. It was one of those long ones you find in offices. Plenty of leverage for him to grip and twist with. Soft metallic clinks inside signalled success, from all the little steel pins inside snapping like matchsticks. The doors' hinges were well-oiled. And it made no sound when he opened it.
Ghostlike they slipped inside and barred the door behind them. A random box beneath the broken handle kept it nondescriptly closed. The pump room was a claustrophobic cube of cinderblocks. Stuffed to the gills with pipes and gauges and chugging machinery. The club had several such machines, for things like air conditioning and ventilation and the like. Compared to those big, complicated units, the water pump was almost small.
Nestled in a corner and not much bigger than our ambitious protagonists. They worked together to unscrew the top. Naruto climbed onto it to get extra leverage. Hinata stayed on the floor.
Old metal threads ground past each other. Then popped open. He set aside the manhole-cover-sized circle easier than an empty pizza box. Together they peered into the dark, sloshing water below. A faint mineral scent wafted from within.
"Ready?" Naruto asked.
"I was born ready, stud. Now show me some cock." Hinata answered.
Her husband straddled the opening and unzipped his pants. It took some serious elbow grease to extract his full meaty length from down his pants leg. What with how far he had to fish it down his left pants leg. At full exposure, it dangled weightily like a fat worm.
Head hanging a half inch from the water's surface. Hinata saw the subtle shift in his crotch muscles. Compensating for the lascivious limb's downward tug on his crotch.
"You want me to take care of it or— Ghhhh…"
Hinata cut off his question with a double-fisted squeeze to his white snake. She used her breasts as a cushion against the cold metal. Leaned in just enough to get him in stroking distance. She spat on his organ to get it shiny and slick.
"Screw that. I know how to make this beast of a dick— Ptuh… Really spew." She blew him a kiss. "Just hang onto something and enjoy stud."
Shrugging, Naruto obliged. A pair of steam pipes overhead made for convenient handholds. He was happy to let Hinata work her magic. And boy was magic ever a good word for it. Because she could milk him like a champion cowgirl. Hand over hand in twisting earthward strokes. Sometimes slow and sometimes fast. Always taking time to cradle his plum of a cockhead and tickle his cumslit with every stroke. Those sharp nails of hers got deep inside his head. Like she was trying to forcibly scoop the semen from his shaft.
"Fuck I love this dick. The way it throbs against my palms. The way it twitches when I tickle the tip. Mmm…<3 Shit yeah. I really spoil this thing, don't I? It fucking loves being pampered."
Naruto twitched and groaned. He tried to swallow it, to stay manly and stoic before his wife's assault. But machismo could only do so much in the face of a platinum-grade slut's handjob. Years of gentle fist training had kept Hinata's hands baby soft.
Hinata cooed to his organ like some perverse mother bird. "Come on big boy. Mama needs a big, stinky, thick load. I know you've got the stuff for it. I know you can do it. Don't worry about making a mess 'cause it's all going in this big tank. You'll make a lot of people happy by cumming baby. So why don't you give them an extra large dose of slimy love for mama?"
He shuddered and pulled tight. Testicles shifting in his baggy pants. Metal groaned in his grip. He tried to keep his grunts quiet. Hinata shot him a simmeringly stern look. Full of mock-discipline.
"Don't hold it in, stud. I love those grunting man sounds you make. It's like fucking music. And I bet it makes you cum extra hard when you let it all out."
That did it, a block inside him slipped. He came before he even fully hardened. Potent semen gurgled down his organ's long throat. Overtook itself and clogged inside his spongy shaft. So sticky and sludgy that Hinata had to really squeeze and tug the viscous potion free.
"Grr… Come on…<3 Urgh, fuck this stuff is thick." Hinata grunted with every stroke. Between this and the occasional manual titty fuck, she'd built up some pretty good muscle in her arms.
Normally semen floated in water. But his nut gravy was so dense, so heavy with seed it actually sank. Leaden into the lub-dubbing valves at the reservoir's bottom. Dispersed at great speed into the churning water. Only a few sterile spunk islands bobbed on the surface.
Legs shaky and half numb, Naruto needed a little more help climbing off the machine. But they still worked together to replace the lid. They stuffed his fat hog back into his pants and stole away into the hallway. Back to the club proper before any alarms were raised. They left no evidence of their nasty trick. Save for the heady stench of concentrated stud-gunk fermenting in the air.
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Sakura was halfway done with her second bottle by the time the water took effect. Limbs on the dancefloor flew in random patterns Desperate instead of free. Tense in their struggle to release the growing tension in their groins. More drinks were swallowed, in hopes that alcohol would alleviate the tightness in bras and pants. But that only accelerated the infection.
Mirthful whoops and hollers died down into guttural grunts. Not just from the men but the women as well. Bare skin from dozens of bodies sheened with sweat, reflecting the rainbow neon lightshow. Steamy heat overrode the club's powerful air conditioning.
Within ten minutes the second floor had become a sauna. That was when Naruto and Hinata returned. Looping past her back to the table. When they realized she'd left, they exchanged words she couldn't quite make out. At a loss. Until Hinata found her at the bar and jerked her toward at her.
Faintly, she heard Naruto's answer: "Ah, she'll be fine. I'll go get her when it starts."
That seemed to satisfy Hinata. Sakura kept an eye on her friend. Something about this whole situation was off to her. What exactly had they done? Shrugging, Sakura sipped her way to the halfway point on her bottle. Only now did she feel the telltale tingles in her head. And the sloppy, imprecise sway in her body.
"Hey, bartender, make this a cocktail will you?" She mumbled.
The much younger man looked up from his phone and eyeballed the broken bottle. "What do you want me to do with that?"
"I don't know. Something easy. Just top it up with… uh, make it a spritzer or something."
The bartender blinked. "I don't remember how to do that one."
Sakura's forehead hit the bar. "Fuck's sake. Fill it back up with sparkling water and throw some simple syrup in there." She slid another pair of bills across the bar. "Make it fast."
The bartender gulped. Was he blushing? Maybe, looks like he was one of those sub-types. The ones that got more common every year.
Reluctant thanks to inexperience, the bartender did as she told him. Taking the broken bottle and sticking it under a specialized nozzle hidden behind the counter. puLse carbonated its own water on demand, and it drew from the same system they used to water the drinks down. Tainted club soda splashed inside Sakura's 'glass'. Slightly thick for water, it built up a head of foam on the top. Weirded out but not brave enough to investigate, the bartender made sure to add extra syrup.
While he did his job, Sakura watched the clubbers thrash. Gyrate and squirm in ever more lewd ways. Hips were thrown in circles, men and women paired off where they could. Dancing close as pants tightened and bras strained. One especially busty brunette yelped as her bra snapped. She'd worn nothing over it. Her eyes widened in horror as the ruined underwear fell away. She tried to cover herself but her partner was faster. Big callused hands palmed and clothed her tits.
"Whoa, thanks honey." She panted.
"You've got great breasts. Are they real?" Her partner asked. Mirrored sunglasses hovering just above her ear.
"One hundred percent. My ass isn't though, I've got half my savings in there." The brunette pushed her fat pale two-basketballs-in-latex bubble butt against his crotch. And gasped at the sheer size of the bulge she felt. Still, she wouldn't be deterred. Slender arms slunk around her chosen stud's neck. "You don't mind do you?"
Another manly growl from her partner induced her to nibble her lip. She felt that thick package smush deep into her surgically perfected derriere. Cushioned his cock like a king's scepter, her ass cheeks deforming like fluid-filled stress balls.
"Feels good to me, babe."
This was only one vignette of many. The same story repeated tens of times across the second floor. And if the manly grunts and feminine moans wafting up the stairs were any proof. Then the level below was down badder still.
Through all this, the bartender scurried back to Sakura and presented her drink.
"Uh, here you go, ma— Er, miss."
Sakura noticed the thick foam on top and shot him a quizzical look. He shrugged, genuinely in the dark about why the slightly off-white foam was there.
"Eh, whatever. It can't hurt." Sakura turned back to the crowd. Oddly okay with the lewd scene in front of her. Casually, she took a sip…
BAM! Flavor exploded on her tongue. Savory umami bombed her tastebuds, so meaty in her mouth she swore she could almost chew the drink. It slid chilly down her throat and coated everything it touched. Suddenly the tingles wafted higher into her head. White stuff coated her lips as she moaned and took another sip. And the wash of dopamine rose inside her brain.
"FUCK that tastes good…"
Sakura moaned with open mouthed as the dancers got lower and lower. Shucked tops and undone belts littered the dancefloor now. Pantsless and topless the revelers continued their mating dance. Something had changed, a line had been crossed. This was no innocent social event. It was something much darker now. Primal and bacchanalian. Sakura found the glass at her lips again; she watched the standing orgy without offense or disgust. Not a single spot of insecurity about her own body soured her heart.
Before she realized it, her drink was gone. And Naruto's semen did its filthy work inside her.