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Readers Poll for Sept & Oct 2017

• Stepson’s Doom – Part 7 & 8 by Kronmire4 / Art by Amalaric (18%, 12 Votes)
• 24 Hours – Chapters 1-6 by Amalaric (17%, 11 Votes)
• Blackmailing My Hunky Tutor by Leo1202 (15%, 10 Votes)
• Brains vs Brawn by Amalaric (14%, 9 Votes)
• Antebellum - Chapters 14 & 15 by Drum / Art by Amalaric (11%, 7 Votes)
• Selling Tough Love – Parts 1 & 2 by Kronmire4 / Art by Amalaric (9%, 6 Votes)
• Internet Predator - Part 3 by Briballus (6%, 4 Votes)
• Interrogation of a Rebel - Parts 1-5 by Guyonet (5%, 3 Votes)
• The Hunt for Superboy Chapter 14-Conclusion by Todd Fleming (3%, 2 Votes)
• Taking the Whip - Part 10 & Conclusion by Whiplash235 (2%, 1 Votes)
• Death on the Wheel by Guyonet (0%, 0 Votes)
• Tickling the Drunkard’s Soles by Denis (0%, 0 Votes)

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Fry is taken outside, stripped naked and bound for another torture session….this time painful bastinado on his sensitive soles.

Afghan Hell: Part 13 – Bastinado
by DonaldSteve
Art by Amalaric
Series: <a href="https://gaybondagefiction.com/tag/series-afghan-hell/&quot; title="Afghan Hell […]

Grey is worried he’ll never be able to break Fry down enough for him to give-in and give Grey what he so desperately wants. So Grey decides to just take what he desires from his helpless captive – his cum!

Afghan Hell: Part 14 – Time to Cum
by DonaldSteve
Art by Amalaric
Series: Afghan Hell

A few hours later during the early afternoon, Fry was lying on his cot, his feet felt like fire and he was sleeping fitfully. He gradually woke to see Grey standing over him. “What do you want this time?” he mumbled. “Why not just go away and give yourself a good wank.” And he started to laugh, the effort sending hard pains shooting up from his feet.

Grey’s rage showed and he turned and ordered the guards into the cell. Telling them what to do they pulled on the chains that held Fry’s wrists and ankles until his body was pulled down the cot, his arms spread-eagled to the top corners. The guards used metal padlocks to secure the surplus loops of chain, locking them with keys and pulling him drum tight over the surface of the cot. His legs were wide open trailing down towards the floor where they were secured to metal rings set in the concrete. Grey watched one of the guards pocket the key then he dismissed them both telling them to have their meal break and to return to the cell after one hour.

Grey sat down on the edge of the cot looking along the squirming body of his prisoner. Pulling a knife from his pocket he slit through the clothes Fry was wearing until he lay stretched out totally naked. Fry’s chest heaved, betraying his fear as Grey leered and stretched his fingers. “I have put up with your snide comments and your rejection of me. I think it’s about time I stopped messing about and just take what I want from you laddie.” He leaned forward and caressed his chest, pulling the course blonde hair through his fingers. Fry fought back by jerking his body sideways and thrusting his torso up and down. He swore violently at Grey and spat on him. Grey reacted in fury. Squeezing his right pectoral with one hand he tapped down hard with the other. Fry almost fainted with the pain and bellowed loudly. Grey gave him no respite but immediately did the same on the other side and for the next ten minutes gave him a repeat performance of the muscle manipulation that had agonised him several days before.

At the end as Fry was still crying out and groaning and gasping, Grey fell forward on Fry’s chest caressing him and stroking him. Fry was almost sobbing, the pain still stabbing at him even as Grey’s now gentle fingers moved over him. As the agony receded on his frame, the big rough hands moving over him were strangely comforting. With alarm he realised what was happening. What his training had told him; that he would try to get close to his torturer, who was now the only person he could rely on for relieving his pain. He knew it could now go two ways, and he muttered, “Fuck you.” He whimpered and gasped. Then through clenched teeth he repeated the words, “Fuck you.”

The Scot’s fingers rubbed his nipples and Grey watched as the two pale points of flesh started to harden and push their way up from the surrounding spikes of light coloured hair. With one hand on Fry’s nipples, his other hand rasped over the spiky hair on his stomach into the thick wad of tangled hair surrounding his deep navel. Fry gasped as the rough fingers moved on down into the thick matted patch of yellow hair that covered his groin. Grey leant over his groin and took the flaccid penis into his mouth, running his tongue over the loose folds of the foreskin. Fry reacted in fury. “FUCK YOU!” Fry felt his penis responding and shouted again as Grey’s hand enfolded his shaft. “FUCK YOU!” Though still flaccid, his penis was twitching and the muscles spasmed there. “FUCK YOU!” Grey’s mouth moved away from Fry’s groin as he brought his other hand down and pushed hard on his scrotum making his penis stand up. “FUCK YOU!” Fry’s chest heaved and a huge sob racked him. “FUCK YOU!” Still sobbing and not quite believing what he was feeling and allowing, he felt his penis begin to swell. “FUCK YOU!” he yelled and started to chant. “FUCK YOU! “FUCK YOU! “FUCK YOU!” The shaft in Grey’s hand lengthened and the fold of foreskin smoothed out stretching itself around the huge head. Fry’s voice rose to a crescendo. “FUCK YOU! “FUCK YOU! “FUCK YOU! Grey watched as the foreskin opened up and the head peeped through, slowly swelling through the opening until the whole shaft had hardened and stretched to impressive proportions and Fry began to curse Grey again, raising his head off the cot, looking straight into Grey’s eyes. Fry snarled, spittle spraying over Grey, “FUCK YOU! “FUCK YOU! “FUCK YOU! “FUCK YOU! “FUCK YOU!”

The chant echoed through the cell and over the camp. Grey continued to massage Fry’s genitals, rubbing the palms of his hands over the swollen glans, and rolling it between the palms of his calloused hands making a sandwich of the huge shaft. He speeded up the movements rubbing the penis with his hands in opposite directions until Fry was gasping and groaning, his big matted chest rising and falling as he fought against his tight chains. Grey altered the position of his hands and, placing the palm of one hand flat on Fry’s lower abdomen over his pubic bone, he wrapped his other big fist around the thick shaft. As the hand on him started to slowly move up and down Fry started to shout and yell again, “FUCK YOU! “FUCK YOU! “FUCK YOU! “FUCK YOU! “FUCK YOU!” Then suddenly stopped as he realised the beginnings of a flutter in his groin and the tingling that ran through his shaft.

Grey’s hands slid slickly over the glands causing Fry to shudder. Tears of shame stung his eyes as he involuntarily bucked his hips forwards and up. Now Grey’s hands were pumping furiously. There was a slightly mad look in his eyes as he gazed from Fry’s face and then down to his penis. The head was shining and the slit had opened up to a large round gaping hole. A thick milky fluid suddenly filled the hole as his pre-cum welled up. Grey rubbed the oozing glob over the swollen glans with his finger and Fry groaned and cried out. With Fry sobbing loudly now and his penis hard and thick in Grey’s fist, there were several violent spasms that Grey felt against the palm of his hand. Fry started to cry out again “FUCK YOU! “FUCK YOU! “FUCK YOU! “FUCK YOU! “FUCK YOU!”

Fry’s penis jerked once, then a pause and then another violent jerk and thick milky fluid shot out through the open slit, spilling through the air hitting Fry’s face and chest and slicking Grey’s hands. Fry gave great crying gasps in time with the spasms and continued chanting, but his spirit broken there was no feeling in the words, and as he quietened down he muttered, “Oh God. Oh God.” And gave a great shudder. “What have you done for fuck’s sake?” and tears coursed down his cheeks. “Get off me. For fuck’s sake get off me.”

Grey ignored him and wrapped his arms round his neck and shoulders and leant over him holding his own body close against him. Fry’s body continued to shake against him. Through his anger and hate an idea formed in his mind and gradually he let his head relax against Grey’s cheek. All he wanted now was to try to kill Grey, and without any real rational thought of the consequences he needed Grey to release him. He forced his breathing to slow down and rubbed his face against Grey’s cheek. Whispering in his ear he muttered. “Grey, do you want to fuck me?”

Grey murmured his assent. “Yes laddie. You know I do.”

Fry forced his voiced low. “Then do it.”

“Why the change of heart?”

“Because I need it. Because I realise the futility of this. Oh God Grey. Do you need a reason? I don’t know why. Look what you have done to me.”

Grey’s arms loosened from Fry’s shoulders and his hand trailed down Fry’s chest, rasping through the stiff spikes of hair. His fingertips brushed one of Fry’s nipples and as he continued stroking across it he watched its pale point harden again. Remembering the guards had the key to the padlocks that were holding Fry’s chains tight, he straightened up to summon them, before realising they were in the mess hall. Fry held his breathe as he saw Grey’s hand hesitate over his pocket before removing the keys that held the manacles to his wrists. As he released the cuff from Fry’s right wrist Fry began to turn over ostensibly to give Grey access to his body. Grey had to half stand to lean over the rising bulk of Fry’s torso. He unlocked the other manacle and all in one movement as his arm came free, Fry rose up on to his knees lifting his arms high with his fists linked together, which he brought down on the top of Grey’s head. As Grey went down Fry grabbed his throat with one hand and squeezing it brought his other powerful forearm in a lock round Grey’s neck.

He had not anticipated Grey’s reaction, which was fast and furious. As his breathe was cut off by Fry’s arm Grey knew that within seconds his opponent would use his other arm to break his neck. He brought his fists up, and swiftly stabbed with his rigid fingers at the crook of Fry’s elbow. He felt Fry falter and used this moment to repeat the blow, this time squeezing the bicep with his other hand. Fry gave a harsh grunt of pain and his forearms dropped away from Grey’s neck. Grey ducked aside and grabbed Fry’s flailing arms, falling down on top of his back pressing him on to the cot. He quickly touched his neck feeling for the appropriate spot and pressed down hard, tapping him hard with the edge of his other hand. Fry’s strong body arched and collapsed unconscious.

Grey rechained his wrists and watched as Fry regained his wits, shaking his head to clear the fog that had enveloped his vision. “Another time Grey. I can promise you that.”

Grey smiled. “Yes laddie, definitely another time. But I am not going to let this go unpunished. The guards will come for you in the morning. I will think of something very special to do you.” And with that he left leaving Fry gasping in frustration and anger.

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Here’s a nice torture /interrogation scene that I came across and couldn’t help but share. A hot hairy guy stripped down and dealing with the psychological and physical torments of interrogation. Yum!

Troublesome young men are stripped, punished and reformed in front of a televised audience by sadistic tv hosts and their own long-suffering mothers in a new series by Kronmire4 with art by […]

Young stud Grady Sidney is humiliated, spanked and forced to cum by his own mother’s hand!

Selling Tough Love – Part 2
by Kronmire4
Art by Amalaric
Series: Selling Tough Love

Everyone in the RSN […]

A stoic red-haired rebel is harshly interrogated by a group of sadistic, horny men in this BRUTALLY HOT new torture story by author Guyonet!

Interrogation of a Rebel – Part 1: Captured
by Guyonet
Series: […]

The muscular prisoner endures painful electro torture on his sensitive nipples until he passes out.

Interrogation of a Rebel – Part 2: First session
by Guyonet
Series: Interrogation of a Rebel

The Duke […]

The brave rebel attempts a daring but failed escape that leads to his recapture and return to the dungeon for even harsher treatment.

Interrogation of a Rebel – Part 3: The Escape
by Guyonet
Series: […]

The rebel is placed on the rack and stripped naked for more electro torture on even more sensitive parts of his body.

Interrogation of a Rebel – Part 4: On the Rack
by Guyonet
Series: Interrogation of a […]

The broken prisoner is made a public example as his betrayed comrades are arrested and taken in for interrogation.

Interrogation of a Rebel – Part 5: Made an Example
by Guyonet
Series: Interrogation of a […]

Dave arrives at the banker’s plush home to begin working off his parents’ debt and is promptly punished for being a few minutes late.

24 Hours – Chapter 4: First Taste of the Strap
by Amalaric
Series: 24 […]

After forcing Dave to dig a trench in the backyard, the banker and his wife order the tired, sweaty buck back into the house and begin to “unwrap” their hot new acquisition.

24 Hours – Chapter 5: Stripping […]

Dave is ordered to strip down to his underwear, shackled and sent back out for more hard labor.

24 Hours – Chapter 6 : Take Off Your Pants
by Amalaric
Series: 24 Hours

Four simple words floating lazily, a humming buzz like the purr of the air conditioner, bound him securely to the web of an impossible nightmare. Hascombe was nearly certain, now, of his power over the buck and both he and Dave shook with anticipation, though for vastly different reasons. Dave had been aware of the banker’s hot lust as long ago as the fateful appointment in the glass office tower (What? Just a few hours ago? Seemed like light years…), and had vowed, in the first flash of revulsion, to deny him satisfaction. His blue eyes glassed over in sad reflection thinking ruefully of the angry defiance that kept him working with his shirt on under the scorching sun. All for nothing. The humiliation of forced labor- driven home as the couple watched, drinks in hand, from the cool sanctuary of their sprawling home- rankled, but Dave was used to that sort of thing and no stranger to sacrifice. His training as a grunt in the marines and then on the construction site prepared him for dirty jobs and taking orders. Besides, his folks were worth it. Ah, shit!! That was the problem.

Brent Hascombe broke into the worried stud’s reverie repeating the dreaded words, ‘Take your pants off, boy.’ Dave’s broad hands felt cemented to the back of his head. His mind gibbered a silent plea, nervous sweat-slicked torso contradicting the artificially cool air of the well- appointed living room. Quick as a cat, the gleeful sadist produced the leather strap and laid a snapping slash across the buck’s naked abs. Dave flinched in surprised shock and the unbuttoned jeans slid a few inches lower clinging precariously to the breadth of his furry thighs. He lowered his eyes and massive arms at the same time and eased the warm denim down the long expanse of leg to pool around his ankles…and realized, with dismay, that he still wore his work boots. Hascombe laughed as the perplexed buck bent awkwardly, struggling to maintain his balance as he unlaced the boots. That task was made infinitely harder by the humiliating distraction of the banker’s roving hands dancing across the muscular expanse of Dave’s tanned back, tracing the hard ridges of stretched lats, thrumming the taut corrugation of arched ribs, tweaking the silky trail of hair from navel to the line of his shorts; three fingers beneath the elastic (Dave nearly keeled over as he frantically pulled off a boot) circling beneath the surface of supple elastic to the hard rise of his ass and, finally, pausing there as if exhausted by the journey. The boots came off and sweaty cotton socks followed. Dave shucked the jeans from around his ankles and gratefully stood up, flexing the complex muscles of his naked torso and putting clenched hands back behind his head without being asked. Hascombe nodded approval and laid the strap on a nearby chair.

Dave knew now, with a certainty as clear as the uncompromising blue sky outside, that Hascombe would eventually have him stripped down completely. The awful proximity of that humiliation had him breathing hard and blushing like a fucking school girl under his deep tan. Aware of his own reaction, it augmented the sense of humiliation in a vicious spiral that was obviously evident to the banker as well, who smiled, sat back in a chair and let the seconds tick slowly by. The bitch, Roberta, poured herself another drink and matched the tall stud- pant for pant. Dave was subtly aware of her burning gaze drilling into the scant fabric of his briefs; probing, measuring…planning. He tried to resist but saw himself, nevertheless, through two pairs of hungry eyes- a valuable young slave in his prime, six feet three inches of loose limbed muscle under smooth golden skin, stripped to his loincloth for casual inspection. Realizing as well, without a shadow of doubt, that he did not disappoint; and knowing this was exquisite torture because it portended things infinitely worse. Dave gazed stoically into space refusing to meet the stares of his captors, wrapped in a potent mix of shame and sickening anticipation. Painfully aware of his own body under the relentless scrutiny; he felt the weight of his balls nestled in spurious safety denting the sweaty material at his groin, and the pressure of his big cock straining against white cotton; imagining the outline of the velvety head reflected in the banker’s amused eyes. The fine pelt of golden hair carpeting muscular calves and meaty thighs pricked as if stroked by an invisible feather and he shuddered with scandalized incomprehension as rosy nipples tingled and sprang miraculously erect.

Hascombe rose from his comfortable chair and paced around his prize savoring the lush landscape of Dave’s sweaty body. A thousand fantasies swirled in his mind and his thin lips pursed, partly rankled and partly amused, as he reflected on the stubborn buck’s refusal to strip to the waist while digging the trench outside. Dark ideas began to take shape centered on the simple notion that it seemed such a shame to waste all of that hot, scorching sunlight in the garden. He chuckled as he considered Dave’s bitter defeat and brought the point home to the young stud by running his hand lightly over the smooth expanse of muscular chest and said, ‘Well, boy, don’t you feel better now?’ Dave gritted his teeth and remained silent. Hascombe ignored the impertinence and continued, ‘You’re really like a fine young animal; all sinew and hairy muscle, made for work.’ The hand dipped into the front of Dave’s shorts scratching casually in the thick thatch of bronze pubic hair. ‘A working boy should be properly attired- no need for shirt, jeans or shoes…they just get in the way,’ and he laughed softly, ‘Time to get back out in that trench.’ He arched an eyebrow, ‘Tell you what, Dave; since it’s just us three, if you want I’ll let you strip your shorts off too. That make you happy, boy?’ Dave felt nauseous. The ornate living room clock ticked softly like the wicked intent of silenced gunshots and he whispered, ‘No sir…I…uh…’ he looked down at the floor willing the probing fingers buried in his pubic hair anywhere else. Hascombe shrugged and said, ‘That’s fine (pause)…for now.’ The hand was withdrawn and moved to rest on the expanse of inner thigh between the buck’s spread legs, basking in the heat radiating from the close proximity of Dave’s sweaty crotch. Hascombe shook his head and brightened as if suddenly remembering something important. ‘Hey! I’m proud of you, boy. We’ve made some good progress with your training and I know it hasn’t been easy for you.’ He nodded at the strap and the roving hand slid back up Dave’s twitching rib cage. ‘Got you stripped down for work but, to be honest, I’m still a little worried about your attitude. How old are you, Dave?’ ‘Twenty six last October,’ Dave mumbled wondering where it was all going. ‘See what I mean?’ the banker frowned, ‘You forgot to say ‘sir’.’ Dave’s eyes darted toward the strap, but Hascombe had something else in mind. ‘I think maybe some kind of preventive restraint might be in order. Twenty six is a wild age- big swaggering bucks all full of themselves, you know? You just can’t help it, Dave, and…really…it’s ok. I like a man with spirit, but you have to understand that there are consequences.’ Fuck!!!! Dave thought, if it’s not going to be the strap, then what? Hascombe finally stepped back, insatiable hands at his sides. He clicked a prissy tongue at his wife and said, ‘Roberta, dear, would you fetch the ankle cuffs from the chest over there?’ ‘Oh yes, darling!’ came the throaty reply and a moment later the banker was kneeling creakily on the floor before his towering slave and Dave felt the cool snick of steel cuffs embrace his ankles. He could hobble, but not kick…or run.

With a playful slap on his slave’s tight cotton clad ass the delirious banker oriented his tall buck toward the sliding glass door. Outside the sun beat down with unabated intensity. It was half past three in the afternoon. Hascombe felt like a kid on Christmas morning, intoxicated by a connoisseur’s lust aged and refined for decades. Guided toward the door opened wide by his captor’s diminutive wife, Dave was marched hobbling across the living room, plush carpet brushing the soles of his naked feet, head bowed against the blast of outdoor heat. At the threshold (he never knew if it was the banker or his wife) a darting foot tangled itself in his bonds and an unseen hand shoved against the small of his back. Dave tripped on the kinked chain and, propelled forward, went flying across the threshold and hit the hot pavement of the patio on his belly. He lay panting, semi-winded, with his cheek pressed against the burning pavement fighting the resurgent rage that threatened to explode inside him. Roberta knelt at his side tracing the musculature of his golden back with a sharp fingernail. The silky skin was already beaded with fresh sweat under the relentless sun. In spite of himself, Dave felt a faint stirring in his groin and unconsciously ground narrow hips against the flag stones. The bizarre reverie was cut short by the slash of the strap across his upper thighs, followed by another against the rising mound of his ass. Dave felt a sharp nudge in his rib cage as Hascombe prodded him to his feet with the point of a shiny black shoe. ‘On your feet, boy! What a clumsy animal. Well, I guess trench work doesn’t take much agility…’ he laughed. Dave levered himself onto chaffed knees and lumbered to his feet. He shuffled toward the half-dug trench and gripped the handle of the pick. Slamming it into the parched ground, trying to lose himself in the hard rhythm as a flying spray of new sweat slicked his grip, running fast over the crevices of pumped muscle, spiking short blond hair and stinging blue eyes narrowed against the glare.

CONTINUE THE STORY:PREVIOUS CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER

After a rough night of cock polishing, ass play and orgasm denial, the curious college student’s new Master fits him with a chastity device that drives him crazy for days. When he finally returns to his Master […]

The now desperate college student goes to great lengths that push his boundaries in order to earn his release including sucking his first cock and getting fucked in the ass!

Internet Predator: Part 3 – Page […]

After their Masters thoroughly examine and enjoy their naked bodies, Ajax and Nero compete in a vigorous wrestling match. Then the slaves are taken back to their Masters’ private bedrooms for further […]

While working in the fields, Ajax finds himself in serious trouble over a moment’s passion with another male slave for which both slaves are severely punished.

Antebellum – Chapter 15: My ‘Lucky’ Day
by Drum
Art by Amalaric
Series: Antebellum

We were woken by Mede the houseslave entering the room and drawing the curtains. He glanced at me but did not appear surprised or curious as to why I was there. I saw, by the way the sun streamed into the room, it was way past work assembly time and the bell must have rang out at least an hour before. I started to panic knowing what fate awaited a slave who was late for work assignment. Then I remembered where I was and who I was with. Massa Patrick stirred and drank some of the coffee Mede had brought in. ‘Massa Patrick, sir, may I speak?’‘Yes, boy, what is it?’‘I am late for work, Massa, does that mean I will be whipped?’He let out a laugh and said, ‘Hell no, nigger.’ He went to his dressing table and took a piece of paper and a quill and scratched out a lengthy note, folded it and said, ‘Give this to the yard Boss.’ I dared not read it as us niggers were forbidden to know how to read, though some of us could. I assumed it was some sort of explanatory note. I pulled on my pants and shirt and went to the barracoon. The yard Boss was Boss Rowan, a big, black-haired man known for his liking for using the cane on a slave’s back. ‘Where have you been, nigger? You are in big trouble, you are more than an hour and a half late.’ He snarled flexing his cane. ‘I was with Massa Patrick, Boss, he told me to give you this.’ I handed him the paper. He labouriously and slowly read the note twice, I could see his lips moving. ‘I don’t know, nor want to know, what you have been up to, nigger, but it seems it’s your lucky day. Now get out of those clothes and put some work pants on. Find a pair of boots as well. We have company today, and you niggers are to look respectable.’

‘Yes, Boss.’ I said, quickly stripping off and changing into the old work pants and taking a broad-brimmed hat. Boss Rowan whistled out into the yard and one of the boys came over. ‘Gyp, take this buck out to Forest Creek where Boss Brun is working a party clearing some trees.’ The boy was aged about 15 or 16. ‘Yes Boss, come on, Ajax, and keep up.’ He wheeled his horse round and trotted out of the yard and onto the lane. It was a brisk trot but I was able to keep up though I was working up a sweat. After about two miles we arrived at the creek and it felt good on my feet as I took off the boots and waded across it to the work gang on the opposite bank. The slaves were all working hard and Boss Brun said, ‘Get to work, boy.’ I was put to work with an axe felling unwanted trees. I was under the supervision of another boy who seemed to know where and how I was to chop so the trees fell in the right places.

After some time the breakfast chow arrived and we ate the gruel hungrily. During the brief meal break Boss Rowan rode up. He showed Boss Brun the piece of paper Massa Patrick had written and said, glancing in my direction, ‘… so, as it says, if you have to put any leather on him don’t break the skin.’ I thought it might be because Massa Patrick was using me indoors but also knew it did not mean an easier time for me. Some of the Bosses could beat a slave senseless and not leave a mark save for a few bruises. ‘On the chow wagon there is a pile of shirts. You’d best get their chests covered, Mr Brun, the Massa, Massa Patrick and Missy Warner are heading this way so they’d  best be properly dressed. Boss Brun yelled out, ‘Right you bucks, get your shirts on, we have a lady coming to see your work.’ We found and pulled on some shirts and went back to work. Shortly after a one-horse surrey carrying Massa Sullivan and a well-dressed white lady of about 40 came trotting up. Massa Patrick followed on his horse. They stopped near to where I was working.

‘I am surprised they are working in this heat in shirts, Doc,’ the lady said, ‘wouldn’t it be more comfortable if they worked stripped to the waist?’ ‘They are wearing shirts to protect you sensitivity, Missy Warner. Not all ladies want to see half naked bucks working up a sweat.’ ‘Oh, don’t worry about that, Doc, they look like fine young specimens to me and you are famous for breeding some fine stock here, I am sure they would make a fine sight without their shirts. I rather fancy seeing them working bare-chested if you don’t mind.’ ‘Anything to oblige a lady, m’am. Get your shirts off and carry on working.’ The Massa shouted. We stripped to the waist under the interested gaze of Missy Warner who slowly looked round the work site.  She looked at me and said, ‘You boy, what’s your name?’ ‘Ajax, ma’m.’ ‘Step over here, Ajax.’ She said. ‘Yes ma’m.’ I said walking to the carriage. She looked me up and down. I did my trick and bounced my pecs and a faint smile crossed her face. Her interest began to excite me and I felt a swelling in my loins. I wore no cloth under the cotton pants and she stared at my bulge and smiled again. I flexed my arms without being told to. ‘Very nice, Doc, he may be just what I am looking for, how much would you take for him?’ ‘Unfortunately Missy Warner, he’s not mine to sell. We have had him on loan to cover a wench. If he ever comes up for sale I’ll let you know.’ ‘Well from what I can see,’ she said looking at the bulge in my pants, ‘he looks very well suited as a stud buck. I could almost envy the wenches he’s put to.’ Massa Sullivan and Massa Patrick sniggered at her remark. I was told to get back to work. I noticed Cicero, one of the younger bucks, about 18 or 19 years old, looking at me with interest and smiling as he rubbed the bulge in his pants. I glanced at it and then flashed a smile at him. We got back to work and Massa Sullivan and Missy Warner drove off in the direction of the mansion.

We broke off to eat our midday chow when the sun was real hot and high. Cicero sat next to me on the grass. ‘Shit, Ajax, seeing you show off your muscles to Missy Warner made me so hard.’ ‘Me too, Cicero, I am still feeling randy even now.’ ‘You want me to help you with it?’ he said, ‘I know a spot in the woods where they’ll never find us.’ ‘It’s too risky, Cicero,’ I said. ‘Aw, come on, nigger, I ain’t seen any action in days.’ I looked around and noted that Boss Brun and the others were all relaxing and dozing under a tree and only one of the younger boys was keeping watch. ‘OK, but be quiet.’ I said. Cicero took the bowls back to the wagon and came back with a rag full of axle grease. We slipped into the undergrowth and when we were a good 200 yards from the worksite stripped off our pants. Cicero took the grease and fingered his butt with it. ‘Makes it easier,’ he said, as if I didn’t know. He took my semi-erect cock in his hands and massaged it to full erection. ‘I’ve wanted some of this since the first time I saw you naked in the bathhouse.’ He positioned himself on his hands and knees and I entered him as gently as I could. He grunted and said, ‘Shit man, it’s huge!’ I was right inside his tight and hot guts and started to thrust as deep as I could. We were soon oblivious to everything about us except our bodies and the need to satisfy  our lust and desire.  Then, as I was about to shoot my wad,  I felt an agonising burning sensation across my shoulders accompanied by a loud THWACK! which caused me to lose control and shoot into the boy. ‘You filthy animals! How dare you? You will be punished severely for this!’ It was Doc Sullivan screaming in rage at us and wielding his whip. Massa Patrick stood at his side glaring at us. Doc Sullivan raised the lash again and brought it down on Cicero and then me again. ‘Stand up and cover yourselves! You will regret this outrage. Now get back to work.’

We walked back to the clearing. ‘I will not have my niggers committing sins against nature.’ He was muttering as we went. When we arrived at the work site he said to Boss Brun, ‘These two niggers will work in chains this afternoon and this evening they will be presented in the yard for punishment.’ Massa Patrick spoke, ‘Pa, can I be the one to whip Ajax, please?’ ‘Good idea, son. The lash needs to be applied with skill on him and I know he’ll suffer pain but will not be damaged if you do it.’ ‘Thank you, Pa, I look forward to it.’ Massa Patrick said with an evil gleam in his eyes as he leered at me. Boss Brun locked manacles, shackles and collars on me and Cicero. We were put to work again, this time hauling the felled logs. ‘I don’t want them using anything that could be a weapon like an axe.’ Doc Sullivan said. I was working hard, the chains did not restrict movement too much. Before they left I felt Massa Patrick’s hands on my back and shoulders. In a low voice that seemed to tremble with anticipation he said, ‘I am going to enjoy putting the lash across this back, nigger.’ He sniggered and went on, ‘In fact I am hard just thinking about it, Ajax.’

At sundown we were all marched back to the barracoon. All the slaves were assembled in the yard. Cicero and I were singled out and our wrists were tied above our heads to the whipping tree branch. Our pants were pulled down so we were naked. Doc Sullivan and Massa Patrick stood in front of us with coiled whips. Massa Patrick seemed to be carrying a stockwhip but Doc Sullivan held a heavier bullwhip. ‘Listen up you niggers. These two abominations were caught red-handed committing the unspeakable sin of the flesh, sodomy, when they should have been working. It is not only a crime against me to shirk their  tasks  but  it  is  a crime against nature when two bucks try to mount each other for pleasure. Bucks are made to mount wenches and provide me with fresh slave stock and not waste their seed indulging in the worst of sins. For this they will receive two dozen lashes each, they will go without their rations tonight and the rest of you will receive only half your rations to remind you of your place as my property whose tasks are to work and to breed. Let us proceed. Mr Brun, keep the count.’ ‘Yes, sir.’

They turned round to face us. Massa Patrick glanced down to his crotch with a nasty leer. I could see the outline of his stiff cock stretching his buckskin pants. I was braced for the first lash. I could just touch the ground with my toes. There was a whoosh and I felt the lash burn a line across my shoulders. I shook with the pain but determined not to cry out. The younger Cicero uttered a grunt when he was hit. ‘One,’ Boss Brun said. After five or six lashes I was beginning to lose much of the sense of instant pain as the sensation of burning spread over my upper back. After the twelfth lash Massa Sullivan said, ‘Stop the punishment.’ I thought he was going to show mercy but no, ‘Douse these animals with cold water.’ A bucket of cool water was poured down my inflamed back. I looked down my front to where my cock was standing semi-erect away from my loins. It was the least of my problems. ‘Right Patrick, Mr Brun, carry on.’ They resumed the whipping. I was gradually losing my ability to concentrate and began to cry out for mercy. I struggled in the bonds that held me. I must have blacked out because I remember coming round with my back wet with cool water hanging limply from my wrists, ‘Right, Patrick, give him his last five.’ And then, wham! Another lash. This knocked me from my toes and the breath from my body and I finished the punishment hanging from my wrists with no support at all from my feet. They released my wrists and I fell to the ground like a sack of grain. Cicero had passed out and was being given the end of his punishment unconscious.

While we both lay in the dirt Massa Sullivan said, ‘Let that be a lesson to you. Any more of this, Cicero, and you’ll be gelded. As for you, Ajax, I will report his matter to your owner.’ We both said, ‘Yes Massa, sir.’ We were dragged to the barn and a couple of wenches were detailed to tend our wounds. Mine said, ‘You a damned lucky nigger, man. Massa Patrick sure knows how to handle a whip. There’s not a mark on you, just bruising.’ I grunted and groaned as she rubbed oil into my tender skin. ‘I don’t feel so lucky, girl.’ I groaned. ‘Well take my word, Ajax, I seen Massa Patrick take a bullwhip to a nigger and shred his back to bleeding and open wounds, even worse than Cicero’s. Still he was their property, you only on loan, wouldn’t do to send you home with your back carved up. As for Cicero, he’s lucky he still has his nuts, I’ve seen the Massa cut a troublesome buck’s nuts off and burn them in front of him and the other slaves as a lesson.’ She left me laying on my belly as I tried to get some sleep.

Shortly after, the door was unlocked and Massa Patrick came in carrying a lamp. I tried to pretend to sleep. ‘Stand up in the presence of your Massa, nigger!’ He snapped. I rose unsteadily to my feet and faced him. He grabbed my cock and said ‘I enjoyed whipping you, boy but I am disappointed with you. I thought I gave this enough exercise to keep you happy last night. Seems not. We’ll see what happens when you’re back is better in a day or two.  I  intend  training  you as a stud buck, my personal stud buck. What you did with Cicero is a crime, boy, between two bucks, that is, between a Massa and his slave, well that’s a different matter. Still, there is always your mouth, get on your knees and open it.’ I obeyed him instantly and he fished his erect cock out of his pants. I could smell stale juice on it and then, as he pushed it into my mouth, could taste it. He roughly rammed it down my throat hardly giving me time to relax and very quickly thrusting in deep down and impatiently shot a load into my mouth. ‘Shit, I needed that,’ he said. ‘Eat it Ajax, taste your Massa’s juices. As for my bed tonight? Well. I have a smooth young kitchen boy in need of a spanking followed by deflowering. You’ll probably hear his hollering from here. Oh, and Ajax.’ ‘Yes Massa.’ ‘I ain’t finished with you yet, boy. I’ll teach you that your body belongs to me and me alone, nigger, understand?’ ‘Yes Massa Patrick.’ ‘Think on it, Ajax, until I say so, when you mate, you mate with me and only me unless you are ordered otherwise.’ ‘Yes, Massa Patrick, sir.’

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Lex Luthor is authorized by the mayor to use force to bring down Superboy who’s earned a new reputation as a menace thanks to the work of the Superboy Destroyer and his Superboy fakes. Lex encounters one of the horny fakes in his attempt to capture Superboy.
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The Hunt for Superboy – Chapter 14
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Hunt for Superboy

Check out Todd’s website at Todd-Fleming.com!

Lex Luthor glared out of his office window at the carnage and destruction that had engulfed his city. “Look, Mr. Mayor,” He lectured sternly. “The longer that you put off making a decision, the more it will hurt Metropolis. My men are ready to assist your completely overwhelmed police force and I won’t even charge you for it.”

“I always am thankful for your support, Lex,” Mayor Patrick answered back with a hint of fear in his voice. “However, we can’t confirm that these attacks are made by Superboy yet. Captain Sawyer assures me that she had her best men investigating the true source of these attacks.”

The billionaire business tycoon rolled his eyes as he fought to control his temper. Dealing with these politicians was always a hassle. “It doesn’t matter if Superboy is behind these attacks or not. The fact is that your precious Superboy is not out there quelling this sudden surge of violence. Have you even seen what is happening across Metropolis? Buildings are burning, people are fleeing for their lives. The reports that I am getting is there has been several sightings of Superboy across the city and all of them report that alien doing disgusting and unsavory acts.”

“Lex, your opinion of Superboy has always been……”

“I know, my opinion is biased.” Lex snapped back. “I didn’t like that alien freak the moment that I laid eyes on him, however that doesn’t change the fact that my city is burning and all reports point right back at Superboy. All I want it to make the city safe again, Mr. Mayor. Surely even you can see that.”

Mayor Patrick sighed through the other end of the line. “I know that, Lex. I was just hoping that it wouldn’t come to this.”

Finally the damn fool was starting to crack. “None of us wanted this, Jim, but it is happening. If we act quickly, my men will be able to put a stop to this once and for all and get the true story. Look if you keep putting this off, then the governor and maybe even the President is going to get involved. Would you rather have the National Guard on the streets or trained LexCorp personnel that wants to make sure that this city is kept safe and whole. Give me the authorization to deploy my men and I promise you that we will end this nightmare quickly.”

“Alright, you win. Go ahead and deploy your troops. Just try to keep the damage to the minimum.”

“That is my top priority, Mr. Mayor. I have a bigger investment in Metropolis that you can even imagine.”

As Lex hung up the phone, he turned and nodded to his assistant Mercy. “We finally have a go from the Mayor. I want all Agents deployed across the city.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Luthor,” Mercy said without an expression on her face.

She was the only person that Lex could ever trust almost completely. Not only was Mercy an assistant but she also was a bodyguard. The only person in the world that he would trust his life with.

“One other thing, Mercy. Is the suit ready?”

“Yes, sir. Lab 25-B has been prepping your new suit all night.”

Lex nodded seriously as he let Mercy carry on with his order. With one last look out of his office window at the flames and smoke engulfing Metropolis, he knew that it was finally time. Too long has the people of his city put all their hopes and adoration on an alien freak. It was time to show the city, what mankind can do on their own.

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Superboy growled in frustration as The Superboy Destroyer finally finished his story. The hero felt weak as a baby on that rooftop while the villain’s brainwashed minion terrorized the city with his stolen powers.

“Watch, boy, as your precious city gets burned to the ground!” The Superboy Destroyer mocked. “After Metropolis is destroyed, I will parade your weak helpless body across the ashes and rubble and execute you in the name of mankind!”

The hero felt a rock in his throat as he realized that he had failed. Looked across the burning skyline, he realized that his destroyer was absolutely right. Superboy had stupidly fallen right into his trap because of his arrogance and believe that he was indestructible. Now Metropolis was paying the price for his pride.

Superboy watched as The Superboy Destroyer floated high in the air and started to use his stolen vision powers to fire red hot lasers from his eyes. The tops of building exploded like a bundle of fireworks adding to the carnage and destruction.

“NOOOOOOO!” The Boy of Steel screamed in agony. He just couldn’t stand there and watch this madman who had stolen his face, powers, and ruined his reputation destroy the very city that he vowed to protect.

His anguish quickly turned to rage as Superboy tapped deep in his soul. His entire body started to be engulfed in a red aura as his blue eyes turned into a deep red. With a bellowing cry of anger, Superboy floated in the air as his entire body coursed with a renewal of powers.

The Superboy Destroyer smiled as he saw his nemesis floating in the air. “I was wondering what it would take to make you tap into your reserve powers. Now the fun can really begin.”

Superboy screamed as he flew at full force into the villain and tackled him in midair. In the past, the hero had always held his powers back in fear of hurting innocents, but now his restraint had completely vanished. His mind had exploded in a blazing rage as he slammed punch after punch into the man who had completely destroyed him.

Despite the hero’s fighting rage, The Superboy Destroyer had been prepared for this. He easily took the full force of Superboy’s powerful blows as they soared through the air. The boy of Steel’s blazing red eyes widened in surprise as his punch as caught in the villain’s hand and in a blink of an eye his arm was twisted around behind his back.

“It’s no good, boy!” The villain mocked as he slapped down hard on Superboy’s spandex ass. “Anything you can think of, I have anticipated and am ready to counter! You will never defeat me!”

Superboy cried out in pain and humiliation as the mad scientist spanked him in midair. He started to feel those sexual urges that sent waves of fright through the thick fog of his rage. The hero knew that if he gave in to those newly discovered needs that his nemesis chemically alerted within him that the fight would be over before it began. Even now, he could feel his cock starting to stir in his tights.

“I will defeat you if it’s the last thing I do!” The Boy of Steel growled through his grinding teeth.

With a surge of strength, the hero broke free and slammed his fist right into the chest of the grinning villain. The force of the blow would have split the moon in half, but instead, The Superboy Destroyer was flung back and crashed through several burning skyscrapers. Superboy steeled himself for a long battle as he flew through the air after him. It was time to finally end this.

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Lex could not believe his eyes as he landed in the middle of Centennial Park. His men had set up a perimeter, but kept clear of what was happening. Superboy was straddled against a huge old oak tree and was humping the trunk like he was a dog in heat.

“Really, Superboy, even I thought better of you than this!” Lex mocked as his men recorded the hero’s disgraceful behavior. It never hurt to have insurance when his plans to collar and enslave the alien finally came into fruition.

The Boy of Steel turned his head and saw Lex Luthor standing a few feet away from him. The business tycoon was clad in a steel titanium suit that he had designed himself. If his calculations were correct, as long as he wore his armored suit, he would be able to stand toe to toe with Superboy in a fight.

Superboy floated down from the tree and Lex’s men gasped as they saw the large tent in his tights. The hero’s red briefs were stained with dried cum leading Luthor to think that the boy had orgasmed several times in the last hour.

“What’s wrong, Superboy, did you just hit puberty?” Lex mocked as he prepped his armored suit for a fight against the hero.

Instead of anger, Superboy just smiled a goofy grin. His hands wandered all over his muscular body as he moaned like a bitch in heat. “You think you can fuck the mighty Superboy?”

Fuck? Lex thought as his brilliant mind raced in a thousand directions. Superboy really was in heat and by the looks of it was a flaming homosexual. This bit of information would be perfect when it came time to finally put the alien in his place. Despite being straight, Lex felt a thrill of excitement as he imagined what it would be like to have a collared and leashed Superboy bending over begging to be fucked by his one true master.

Sadly that dream would have to wait. Lex pushed his erotic thoughts out of his mind as he took a step towards the masterbating hero. “You need to come with me, Superboy. It’s time to stop this madness.”

The hero moaned with delight as he jerked his monster cock through his briefs and tights. “Oh yes!” His moans grew louder and louder. “Come and punish me! Spank me like the bad boy that I am!”

Something was off, Lex thought as he observed his hated nemesis masterbating in the park. His eyes grew wide as it finally dawned on him. This was not the real Superboy. Looking closer at the facial features and build of the body, the genius could see the small differences. This imposter looked a great deal like the real hero which is why it took him so long to notice that he was dealing with a fake.

Unfortunately, this new revelation created more questions than it answered. Why were there fake Superboys running around and who was behind this? His first course of action was to apprehend this fake so that he could question him.

“You want to be punished, Superboy?” Lex baited as he took a step forward. “I’ll be happy to spank your bad little ass!”

The fake moaned as his stained briefs grew wetter and wetter. He bent over and slapped his ass. “You’re going to have to catch me first!”

Luthor cursed as the fake leaped in the air and flew at at top speed. He activated the rocked in his boots and in less than a second, the business tycoon was chasing after him. Fortunately it looked like the fake wanted to be caught and in less than three minutes, Lex tackled him in the air and held him tightly in his arms.

With a hard slap to his ass, Luthor put a choke hold over the neck of the fake Superboy. “Who are you and why are you impersonating Superboy!” He demanded.

The fake’s body quivered against the smooth titanium of the armor as he moaned with delight. “More!” He moaned pathetically. His ass pushed back desperately longing to be spanked again.

It sickened Luthor to play this game, but he needed to get answers quickly. He started to spank the fake Superboy and watched in wonder as the young man quickly turned into a slut in heat. Even dominating a fake Superboy was stirring emotions in Lex that he didn’t know that he had. The business tycoon could not deny that he enjoying dominating even a pale imitation of Superboy and soon he was just as turned on as the boy that he spanked.

The fake couldn’t take much more before he started to scream with pleasure. His muscular body started to shake and twitch as his tented briefs exploded in a powerful orgasm. The force of the orgasm took Lex by surprise as he was knocked out of flight and hurled to the street. He was barely able to activate his backup programs making a rough landing with the orgasming fake hero still in his arms.

The fake Superboy continued to scream in passion as his entire body started to glow red. Lex cursed as he stumbled back as the glow engulfed the fake. When it was over, the business tycoon walked cautiously over and stared down at the vulnerably naked young man. It was like looking down at a different person. Sure, he still looked like Superboy, but the aura of power had completely vanished. If Lex was a betting man, he would hypothesize that this fake had lost what was supplying him with powers that were replicated from Superboy.

Lex wanted to question the boy right away, but his radio was going crazy with more Superboy sightings. He instead ordered a squad of his men to take the unconscious boy to his secret lab in Lexcorp. Vowing to deal with this fake later, Lex leaped in the air and went in search of the real Superboy. The hunt was on.

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Lex is captured by the Superboy Destroyer then Superboy and Lex work together to defeat the villian.

The Hunt for Superboy – Chapter 15
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Hunt for Superboy

Check out Todd’s website at Todd-Fleming.com!

Lex Luthor’s mind was going in a dozen directions as he assisted his personal task force with stopping the attacks on Metropolis. The real Superboy was nowhere in sight, but somehow the alien was connected to all of this. This fake superboy had been apprehended and taken back to Lexcorp so his scientists could figure out how this happened. He had been getting reports of other ‘Superboy’ sightings, but he doubted that these were the real so called hero. If one fake can be created then there must be more out there destroying his city.

The business tycoon was flying in his titanium battle suit when a rush of air slammed against his back and caused his flight rockets to sputter. Luthor quickly activated one of his backup systems and he was able to stay in flight. He turned around and cursed as he quickly dove through the air.

A blur of red and blue rushed past where he had been flying and suddenly crashed through several buildings causing even more mayhem in a city that was in a panic. A half a second later there was another blur of red and blue that flew faster than any aircraft.

Luthor flew as fast as his suit would allow after the streaks grimacing as he noticed the damage being done. Down in the middle of the street right in front of the entrance to Lexcorp was a small crater. At the bottom of the impact, two Superboys were slugging it out against each other.

Eyes narrowed in a mix of anger and frustration, Lex trained his guns down on the fighting superboys. “Mercy, I think I located the real Superboy. He seems to be fighting a clone or replica of himself. Send a detachment to block off the front entrance of Lexcorp. Lock down the building and stand by for my instructions.”

Luthor watched in wonder as the two superboys exchanged blows. They looked completely identical except one of the costumes had an ‘X’ across the chest instead of an ‘S’. Was this some kind of Anti-Superboy?

The real Superboy noticed Lex coming towards them and waved him back. “Stay out of this Luthor! I can handle this!”

The fake took advantage of the hero’s distraction and threw some kind of dust in his face. Lex watched with fascination as Superboy stumbled back waving his arms in the empty air.

“Oh no!” Superboy moaned as he fell right on his spandex covered ass.

“What did you do to him?” Luthor demanded as he aimed his guns at the fake. It wasn’t that he was concerned about the alien, it was more intellectual curiosity. The effects on Superboy were very quick as his tights started to tent out trying to hold back his growing erection.

“Welcome to the party, Mr. Luthor.” The fake said with a smile. “I was wondering when you would show up.

“You seem to know me, but I do not think that we have been introduced.”

“We have met before, but not in my current state. You may call me The Superboy Destroyer.”

Lex smirked as he hovered in the air. “Nice name, but I hardly see Superboy being destroyed.”

“The seeds of destruction has been planted long ago, Mr. Luthor.” The Superboy Destroyer grabbed the hero by his hair and jerked his head back so Lex could see. Superboy had a look of pure pleasure as he moaned with delight from the rough treatment. His indestructible costume had been torn in so many places that his teeming erection had ripped through the holes in his tights and briefs and saluted proudly in the air.

“As much as I would like to see Superboy destroyed,” Lex smiled softly. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to shut you down. Metropolis is MY city and if anyone is going to destroy Superboy it’s going to be me!”

The Superboy Destroyer shook his head as he petted his horny hero’s hair. “Do you think you can take all of us at the same time?”

All of us? Luthor thought in confusion. He looked around and cursed when he saw five other Superboy fakes forming a circle around him. Fuck! He had been distracted with the Superboy Destroyer that he didn’t notice his fake superboys arriving on the scene.

Setting his armor’s programs into attack mode, Lex soared through the air as his weapon systems opened fire on the fakes. They did little harm to them but it slowed them down long enough for him to get into a better position.

The first fake rushed towards him and Lex grabbed him by the throat before slamming him into the ground. These fakes might look and possess Superboy’s powers, but they didn’t have the combat training that Lex Luthor had.

“Mercy!” He called into his radio as he blocked an attack from another fake superboy. “I need you to see quickly go and see if Dr. Titus has any information from the fake that I captured. I am fighting five more like him and found the person responsible for them.”

“Yes, sir! I’ll get on it right away!”

Lex fought for his life as he tried to take down all five of the fake superboys. He had built his armor to fight the real Superboy, and didn’t anticipate having to fight five of them at once. At first, he had the upper hand with his hand to hand combat skills and the weapons that were built into the armor. It wasn’t enough against the sheer power of the combined might of the fakes. The business tycoon was cursing and struggling as his armor was ripped into shreds and the fakes brought him struggling to the leader.

The Superboy Destroyer smiled as he sat on the back of the real Superboy. The hero had a stupid glazed look over his face as he sat on his hands and knees making a chair for the madman out to destroy him. His naked erection quivered with delight taking great pleasure in being dominated. Lex grinded his teeth in a combination of anger and frustration. It should be him to dominate Superboy not some wannabe.

“This would have gone much more smoothly if you just had listened to me in the first place, Mr. Luthor.” The Superboy Destroyer mocked. “It doesn’t matter. I think I am going to add you to my collection. Normally I want slaves that look just like Superboy, but for you I will make an exception. Your wealth and connections will help me create even a larger army of superboys that will help me take over the world!”

Lex was horrified that this maniac wanted to enslave him like these fakes. “I will never allow that to happen, you fucking freak!”

The Superboy Destroyer threw his head back and started to laugh. “How are you going to stop me? Your little tin suit had been destroyed and you have no resistance against my chemical creations.”

So that was how this freak was controlling Superboy. It was good information to know. Lex showed nothing on his face as Mercy whispered into his earpiece that backup was closing in fast. “You’ll be surprised on how resourceful, I can be!” He snarled.

The villain was about to retort back when he saw the approaching Lexcorp forces. “Take care of them!” He snapped to his slaves.

Lex took advantage of their distraction to break free of their grip. His men threw smoke grenades into the crater and he ran for his life. One of his air cruisers flew down low and dropped a ladder down towards him. By the time that the smoke cleared, Lex was safe and sound with his own people.

The Superboy Destroyer had a look of pure rage as he easily repelled the attacks of Lexcorp troops. His eyes glowed red as he activated his x-ray vision to decimate the enemy troops. Lex could care less about the lives of his men, but he needed them to last long enough for him to be able to effectively counter attack.

“Mercy, I need any kind of information NOW!” Luthor demanded as he quickly got into his back up armor suit.

“I’m sending the information that we have right into your armor’s systems.”

As the information downloaded, Luthor leaped out of the aircraft and opened fire with all of his armor’s weapons into the crater. Out of the dust of debris and destruction, the five fake superboys and The Superboy Destroyer himself flew at full speed towards him.

Lex knew that he was outmuscled by these imposters who somehow had stolen Superboy’s powers. For now he and his men were holding his own, but it was only a matter of time before they were defeated.

As he fought, his armor’s computer systems downloaded the information obtained from the captured fake superboy. Luthor knocked away two of the fakes before diving down into the crater.

Superboy was laying on his back and masterbating like it was his first time with an erection. Luthor hated to do this, but his options were extremely limited. He aimed his guns right at the hero’s balls and opened fire.

“What are you doing?” The Superboy Destroyer shrieked as he rushed towards them.

Lex didn’t even wait to see if his gambit worked before he turned and slammed right into the villain. He fought valiantly, but soon was overpowered.

“I was going to keep you, but now I think I’ll just kill you!” The Superboy Destroyer raged.

“I don’t think so!” Superboy said heroically as he stepped towards them. The hero was standing confidently with his hands on his hips in his iconic stance. This was was different because his exposed cock and balls were covered in the alien’s seed. In fact his entire torso was covered in so much cum that hardly any blue of his costume was seen.

Superboy flew towards the Superboy Destroyer and started to grapple with him. “I’ll handle this, you go take care of the others.” He grunted towards Lex.

Just like that, he was now working with the damned alien. Luthor liked him better when he was a mindless slut. He decided to work with Superboy for now. It will give him several ways to take advantage of this situation.

Lex flew around tracking down each of the fake superboys. Each time, he found one, he would aim his weapons on their red bulge and fire everything he had. This caused each fake to cum right on the spot. Their orgasms were so powerful that each boy fell to the ground as his muscular body thrashed in pleasure. Just like Superboy, the orgasm purged them of the chemicals that enslaved them to The Superboy Destroyer.

Flying back to where Superboy and his Destroyer were duking it out, Lex commanded his men to form a line behind him. With all of their weapons aimed at both of their crotches, the business tycoon ordered them to open fire.

The Superboy Destroyer screamed in supreme pleasure as his cock betrayed him and exploded with cum in his tights. The villain thrashed so violently that Superboy tackled him to the ground and used his body as a shield.

When it was over, Superboy was the only one left standing. The Superboy Destroyer had finally been defeated. Lex had a bad taste in his mouth for helping his nemesis no matter how necessary it was. He was considering attacking the alien in his weakened condition when he turned to see Amanda Waller coming towards them with an armed escort.

What the fuck was she doing here? Lex thought in a red hot fury.

“You better go,” Luthor said to Superboy causing the young man much surprise. “Waller has a reputation for getting what she wants and you don’t want to fall into her hands.”

The Boy of Steel nodded in agreement. “Thank you for you help, Lex.” He said sincerely as he took off in flight.

Lex kept all emotion from showing as he watched the damned alien fly away. Let Superboy think that they could be allies or friends. His time will come when he will destroy Superboy once and for all. Now it was time to deal with Amanda Waller.

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