Pro Bending-Over

The second illustration of October is here! Bolin is spreading... love around Republic City.

Bolin wished that his fake mustache wasn't quite so itchy. He sat at the base of the statue, a small plank suspended by two cups in front of him. He watched as dozens of pedestrians not paying any attention to him walked up and down the busy sidewalk. He cleared his throat.

“Come one, come all! Come see Pabu the Fantastic Fire-Ferret as he crosses, GASP! The LADDER OF PERIL!”

Bolin planted his hands on his knees, making a grandiose face, mustache quivering.

“Upside. DOWN!”

A beat. Bolin glanced to his side, watching the small orange ferret in its tiny green jacket and hat licking lazily at its paws. The young man clenched his teeth.

“Pabu! Psst! Psssst!”

The ferret looked up at its master before hopping obediently onto its front paws. Bolin beamed as the little creature made its way across the board.

“Big finish, buddy. Stick the landing!”

Pabu did a small front flip, landing on the sidewalk in a fuzzy orange coil. Bolin raised his arm triumphantly.

“TA-DAAAAAA! Thank you ladies and gentlemen! You are TOO kind! Seriously, too kind. You can come back here and put money right in this-

A single yuan coin landed in the tin cup. No one else was even glancing in his direction. He looked down, frowning at the lonely golden coin.

“...okay, that's fine. That's fine. One yuan down...twenty-nine thousand nine-hundred and ninety-nine to go.”

-CREEEEEEAK-

The sound of well worn brakes cut through the din of passersby as the car parked in front of the earthbender and his pet. The window rolled down and a goatee and sideburns leaned out the side. Bolin recognized the face attached to them.

“Bolin, is that you?”

“Oh. Hey there, Shady Shin.”

The entire vehicle whined as Shin opened the door and got out. The man was thin, lanky, with expensive looking clothes and immaculate eyebrows. His smile was not especially enthused, as if a smile could somehow go stale. He put his hands into his pockets.

“I hear you're a big-time pro-bending player now. Not bad!”

Bolin rubbed the back of his head, eyes pointed well away from the man looming over him.

“Uh...thanks.”

“So listen,” said Shady Shin. “I've got an offer for ya. Very easy money. Unless bending is a little too lucrative for you?”

Bolin grimaced, rubbing his arm and keeping his eyes to the ground.

“I dunno, Shin. Mako says you're in with some...well, SHADY types. Not gonna lie, I really can't get involved with anything like-

“Pfft,” Shin rolled his eyes. “Your brother ain't the boss of you! It's just a quick job, nothing crooked.”

He reached into the lining of his jacket. Bolin watched as the bundle of red bills landed inside with a strangely satisfying THUNK. The earthbender's eyes widened and his jaw plummeted in shock. It must have been ten grand! AT LEAST! He blinked, shaking his head and letting out a stammering squeal of disbelief. Shin smirked, leaning against his car, hands smugly in his pockets.

“You game?”

–

After a quick trip to drop Pabu off at the flat, Bolin rode in the back of Shady Shin's compact red auto, clutching onto the sides of the cargo bed as the vehicle weaved in between other cars. Every now and then, Shin would glance back at him and grin. And every time Bolin had the thought that this was a bad idea, he let his fingers flip through the stack of crimson paper in his pocket.

“Uh, Shin?” Said Bolin. “Where are we going, anyway? I've never been to this part of the city before.

“Not much further, my man. In fact, I think we can stop right here!”

The car pulled off to the side of the street, creaking loudly as the axles strained under the added weight of Bolin. Earthbenders were not known for being petite. Shady Shin climbed out of the car, motioning Bolin to follow suit.

“Yeah. Yeaaaah,” said Shin, looking up and down the street. “This works. This should be good.”

Bolin, fighting every instinct to flee, smiled politely.

“Should be good for...what?”

“Oh, nothing too complicated. You know all about performing for an audience, yeah?”

“Um, yeah? But there's...no one here?”

Shady Shin crossed his arms.

“Strip.”

Bolin did a double take.

“What?”

“You heard me, Bender-Boy. I want you to strip. Butt ass naked. Right here. Right now, and I want you to MOON me.”

Bolin's face turned pink as he took an involuntary step backwards. Shady Shin's smirk became a devious sneer.

“With FULL cheek spread.”

“Whoa whoa whoa, I am NOT about to get naked in the middle of Republic City!”

“Why not? There's no one but the two of us. You're not shy, are ya, Bolin?”

“I, uh, I don't think this is going to-

Two more bundles of red currency skidded across the brickwork to land at Bolin's feet. Bolin's eyes bulged out of his head as he began stammering and shaking. It was all there. All thirty grand. He had it! It was right in front of him! This would show Mako! Thirty-thousand yuan in a few hours, beat that! He looked up at Shin, who was calmly reclined against his vehicle, hands folded behind his head.

“Drop 'em, Mr. Pro-bending Player. You've got some bending OVER to do. And I want you BUTT. NAKED.”

Bolin couldn't grab the bottom of his shirt fast enough. He peeled his top up over his head, hopping excitedly from side to side as he struggled to free his upper torso from its cloth cocoon. The first cash bundle fell out of his pocket and he kicked it next to the other two. After peeling off his shoes and socks, he began frantically undoing his belt buckle.

“Butt naked, yeah, yeah, I got you! My clothes are outta here! I've got an express delivery, two Bolin-style buttcheeks for Shady Shin! Full moon special! You want it, you GOT IT! No problem!”

The sound of Bolin's zipper pierced the quiet of the empty street and the earthbender's cock and balls flopped out as his pants landed in a pile around his ankles, the clatter of his belt buckle echoing down the brick sidewalk. Shady Shin snickered as Bolin put his hands on his hips, hyperventilating and smiling ear to ear.

“See? Butt naked! Just like you wanted! I am TOTALLY naked in the middle of the street! No clothes, letting it ALL hang out!”

“Skkt, yeah. I can see that. But that's NOT what I said I was paying for.”

Bolin jolted as he quickly rotated the bricks he was standing on, pointing his plump, round asscheeks towards his unlikely patron. He bent over at the waist, grabbing his ankles, wiggling his butt from side to side, buns jiggling for Shady Shin to freely ogle unimpeded. Bolin reached back with one hand, looked up at Shin, and gave a cheeky wave.

“No need to look up, I've got your full moon RIGHT HERE!”

Bolin felt the handful of rump contort under his fingers as the cool, city air rushed between his buttcheeks and across his now fully exposed butthole. Shin put his fingers in his mouth, belting out a wolf whistle that pierced the city street and made Bolin's heart skip a beat as a pang of embarrassment danced across the back of his neck.

“Oh yeaaaah, now THAT'S what I'm talking about! Shake that fat ass, hahahaha! Work for those yuan! I wanna see you spread em!”

Bolin obediently began twerking his butt up and down, reaching back and spreading his buttcheeks with both hands. He could feel his pink little pucker winking as his cheeks were spread taut, the two handfuls of dough feeling soft and full in his palms. Shin walked up and slapped Bolin on the ass, almost making the bender fall over.

“You like me looking at your big, fat butt, huh, Bolin? You ain't embarrassed, you LOVE it!”

“Yes sir, Shin! I love you looking at my butt!”

“So you AIN'T embarrassed?”

“Not in the slightest, I can moon you all day! I can...where are you going?”

Shady Shin picked up Bolin's clothes before quickly rolling into the driver's seat of his car. The engine revved as Bolin snapped upright, balls swaying as he turned to face Shin.

“Thanks, Bolin! This was worth every last yuan! Have fun making it back home in your BIRTHDAY SUIT! Ahahahaha!”

Bolin coughed as a cloud of exhaust engulfed him, the sound of Shin's car speeding into the distance becoming fainter and fainter before all Bolin could hear was the sound of his own heart thrumming in his ears.

“Oh no. Oh no no no no. Bolin, you MORON!”

Bolin felt his face go from bashful pink to hot, aching scarlet as his hands cupped themselves over his cock and balls, feeling his floppy member squish in his fingers as he bent over to grab the three bundles of cash. As he jogged in place, he could feel his cheeks sliding back and forth against each other, every step he took serving only to remind him of the terrible reality:

He was completely naked in the middle of Republic City.

He had NO IDEA where he was or which way was home.

And he absolutely could not both cover up and carry the money at the same time.

“Okay. Okay, positives! I have the money. He didn't take the money back. Negatives? Well...how many people can I really expect to see my buttcheeks between here and home?”

“Hey! Holy crap, is that guy naked?”

Bolin spun around. People were pointing. He could hear them starting to laugh and head his way. Bolin turned around, mooning the crowd as he sprinted down the street.

“Lots of people, lots and lots of people are going to see my buttcheeks! And my dick, AND my balls! They're going to see everything, that's what I can expect! Think about the money, Bolin. Think. About. The MONEY!”

And so down Bolin ran, red cash in his hands and red cheeks on his face. And fat, bouncing buttcheeks right behind him the entire way...

Story written by fellow patron and friend Baconface!