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David, the youngest of the three boys, endures an intense tickling and foot torture session.

Secret Pleasures – Part 2: David’s Turn
by D.R. von Todenhausen
Series: Secret Pleasures

As I opened the door to the next room, I kept my hands on David’s feet as he was rolled into the room still on his cadre. David’s feet were so perfect looking. The soles were soft and smooth and perfectly shaped and the tops of his toes were so perfect I simply couldn’t keep my hands off of them. I could see the terror in David’s eyes, anticipating, but not knowing what was in store for him. This made my pleasure even greater. I had my helpers again position the cadre in the horizontal position so that David’s soft, youthful nakedness was spread-eagled with nothing underneath him. I pulled up a chair to those beautiful feet and couldn’t keep my fingers from tickling them. Those feet were the tenderest, most beautiful, soft perfect feet I had ever seen. Just touching them was a thrill, but hearing David’s hysterical laughter as I tickled his feet and toes was exhilarating. There the poor boy was, squirming and shrieking with laughter, begging me to stop tickling his feet, and as I dug my fingers under and between his toes I thought he was going to lose his mind. What a wonderful feeling as those perfect toes curled over the tips of my fingers, trying in vain to stop the tickling. Of course I wasn’t about to stop and kept tickling and tickling. While I concentrated on David’s feet, I had my helpers tickle the rest of his naked body. After all, there he was spread-eagled between the two poles of the cadre with every inch of his body exposed for the tickling. David could do nothing but laugh and laugh and scream out pleas for the tickling to stop. No part of his body was spared from the tickling. His feet, of course, were extremely ticklish and I concentrated on them, but he was equally ticklish in his pubic area, his pits and his ribs. Even his neck was ticklish. As I sat there at his feet, tickling and enjoying the beauty of them, I kept saying to him: “That’s it David, keep laughing and squealing. I told you we were going to have lots of fun with you and enjoy your reactions.”

After tickling David for a long time, I finally had the tickling stopped and just let him hang there to catch his breath. I still kept looking at and touching his bare feet because they were too hard to resist and I couldn’t keep my hands off of them. Since there was the full weight of his body pulling on his arms and legs on the frame, I had David removed from the frame for a short while and had his ankles bound to a long pole. Remaining in my chair, I had David on his back on the floor and had the pole raised by my assistants so that David’s feet were just at the right height to play with. I tickled them some more and then took out a thin dowel rod and began to beat the soles of David’s bare feet. With each whack David jerked and tried to pull his feet away. Again he screamed in pain as one whack followed another until those soles glowed a deeper pink from the beating. After that we placed David back into the framework of the cadre.

I then had the framework of the cadre rolled to another part of the room, on the floor of which was a collection of glowing coals spread out in an area about the same size as the framework David was suspended on. I had the cadre raised so that it could be rolled over the glowing coals, but I wanted it high enough off the floor to keep from ruining David’s lovely, smooth, pink skin from getting burned or blistering. I didn’t want to ruin the beauty of his soft body. The heat was strong enough, however to cause David extreme discomfort. The cadre framework was rolled over the coals with David’s back still to the floor as it had been when we were tickling him and his pretty toes were sticking up. The heat reached his back and he started screaming and screaming, but I made sure he wasn’t getting seriously burned. As David was loudly screaming and screaming, I kept saying: “Scream David, scream! We just love hearing you scream and watching you writhe in torment.”

Next I had my assistants raise the framework to a vertical position with David’s head on top and his feet below. Now the heat from the coals started to bring pain to David’s feet soles. He squirmed and squirmed and again began to cry out in pain. “Stop! Stop!” David cried, “Ow!, Ow! My feet, – it burns, it burns – please stop!”

After letting him get his feet warmed for a while and watching him curl and uncurl his toes and wriggle his feet to get them away from the burning sensation, we then turned the framework so that he was facing the floor above the coals. This really brought shrieks of pain from him, especially since his tender dick and balls were feeling the heat. Finally we rolled him off of the coals and let him cool down a while, still on the frame and with his feet vulnerable and exposed for our pleasure.

“Okay David,” I said. “Now it’s time for you to scream some more.”

“No! No! Please, no more!” David cried. “I can’t take any more torture.”

“Oh, but we want to hear you scream and scream.” I said.

With that David moaned and said: “Oh no! Oh no! I’ll do anything, just stop the torture. I can’t stand it anymore!”

“Oh, but David,” I said, “We don’t want you to do anything but scream and squirm to entertain us.”

At that point we decided that David had had enough for a while and we would just enjoy looking at him and maybe go back to torturing Garrett or Chris again.

We tied David’s wrists to a long length of rope and pulled the rope through a pulley in the ceiling. We hoisted David up by his arms and tied a heavy weight to a length of rope tied around his ankles. Then we pulled the rope tighter and lifted David up higher so that his bare feet were hanging down with the weight off the floor and pulling down on his body as he hung there. The boy was pulled high enough so that when I was sitting in a chair, David’s feet were right in front of me and within easy reach. What a way to relax with David hanging there naked with those fabulous feet to look at and touch whenever I wanted. I decided to rest here for a while before going back to have more fun with the other captives.

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Superboy is broken in the torture chamber by one of the Superboy clones using whipping, nipple torture and CBT.

The Hunt for Superboy – Chapter 7
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Hunt for Superboy

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Superboy wakes up in his dorm room and seems that all of the previous night’s events had been a dream. But soon the superhero begins to notice some changes….

The Hunt for Superboy – Chapter 8
by Todd […]

Superboy’s unrelenting new lust drives him to a humiliating experience at a porn shop.

The Hunt for Superboy – Chapter 9
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Hunt for Superboy

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Superboy is once again captured by The Superboy Destroyer and learns further details of the villain’s diabolical plan.

The Hunt for Superboy – Chapter 10
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Hunt for Superboy

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Seeing someone who looked exactly like him, jolted Superboy back into reality. A flood of memories came rushing back as his encounter with The Superboy Destroyer replated in his mind. This alter of his personality must be his doing! He thought as anger flashed across his face.

With a snarl, Superboy lumbered up to his feet and charged towards the villain who wanted nothing else to destroy him. Oblivious to the fact that his cum stained tights and briefs were still balled around his ankles, the hero took one step and fell flat on his face. His luck was terrible because his face fell right back into the cooling pool of cum.

His newly awakened mind heard the laughter of the witnesses who recorded every second of his perverted downfall. The hero spat out the drops of cum that went into his mouth as he struggled to get on his hands and knees.

“I’m going to have to ask everyone to leave while I apprehend this pretender,” The Superboy Destroyer ordered gently. “I’m sorry for the deceit that he was trying to accomplish. He is just a poor deluded fool who was bent on destroying my reputation.”

“NO!” Superboy shouted in shock. “He is the pretender not me!”

The Superboy Destroyer floated a couple inches in the air and towards the cum covered hero. “Please everyone, I need you to leave. I will take care of him.”

The hero watched in shock as this villain easily commanded the masses like he was the real Superboy. Once they were alone, Superboy pushed himself up to his knees. “I don’t know how you did it, but I will make you pay for this!”

The villain laughed as he patted his prey on the head like the dog that he was acting like just minutes before. “Now, now, little boy.” He said sweetly. “I’m not even close to being finished with you yet. I don’t know how you managed the willpower to escape back to your dorm room before, but unlike you I always think of backup plans. As soon as you fell asleep in your bed, your body and mind were being assaulted by my personality alteration.”

So that’s it, Superboy thought glumly. The Superboy Destroyer had set him up just in case he was unable to capture him. Before he could react, the villain broke open a vile that started to spew out smoke. Superboy coughed as he breathed the smoke in and a weakness started to fill his body just like before.

“What have you done?” Superboy accused weakly.

The Superboy Destroyer chuckled as he dragged his prisoner up to his feet. “Just a little insurance, dear boy. I still have to finish my story before it is time for your final defeat.”

Gathering the weakened kryptonian in his arms, the villain walked out of the store and shot up into the air. It was really happening, Superboy thought in despair. The public had already accepted that this imposter was the real thing. He had fallen right into The Superboy Destroyer’s trap. This is why he had Nick stage a robbery dressed like him. This was to plant into the public minds that there was a Superboy’s imposter. The Superboy Destroyer not only wanted to destroy him but he wanted to take his place as the heroic Boy of Steel.

“Now while you were in jail, I easily figured out that Clark Kent was Superboy. The other boys on my list were easily tracked down and your secret was finally mine. I of course could have swooped in and destroyed you right then and there. Revealing your secret identity to the public would have had every criminal hunting down any person every associated with Clark Kent. I had other plans for you boy. So instead I went to call on Eugene Stifler, a chemistry major that happened to look just like Superboy.”

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Eugene was practically bouncing up and down as he waited for Dr. Cardoso to meet him for their appointment. Ever since the genius chemist had contacted him, he had been in heaven. Never in a million years did he think that the most famous scientist in the world would ever know that he was alive.

The student ran the conversation over and over in his mind. Dr. Cardoso had told him that he heard about the project that he was working on and was interested in hearing more about it. Every chemistry major had so a huge project to earn the final grade in the class. Eugene had worked for months on his project trying to earn an A. If his grades were good enough then he would be able to apply for a prestigious scholarship that would have paid for his entire master’s program. If someone with the reputation of Dr. Seven Cardoso was interested in his project then he could ask for a letter of recommendation from the doctor. That would give him a huge jump start on his own career as a chemistry scientist.

The knock at the door startled Eugene and his hands were actually shaking when he got up to answer. The door flung open and he stood face to face with his scientific idol. His jaw dropped to the floor since the man at the door was not what he had pictured. Standing before him was a tall muscular young man that looked a year or two older than he was. His raven dark hair and piercing blue eyes made him almost look like Superboy.

“I’m Dr. Cardoso and you must be Mr. Stifler.” The chemist said with a dazzling smile as he held out his hand. “It is very nice to meet you.”

Eugene took the hand and felt a warm shiver shoot up from his fingertips and all the way up his arm. “It, It’s nice to meet you, sir.” He stammered. His face flushed as he looked away. For some reason, he thought that the doctor was the most beautiful man that he had ever seen.

“I want to thank you for agreeing to meet with me.” Sven said with a smile. “Professor Gale has told me many good things about you. I am anxious to discuss the theory behind your project and compare notes.”

The college boy found it hard to talk as he followed the doctor into the lab. The warm feeling that shot up his arm had slowly spread to the rest of his body until it felt like an aura of pleasure was softly caressing him. In fact his cock had started to twitch and thicken from all the excitement.

“Yes, sir,” He said still stumbling over his words. “You see, my project…..”

Dr. Cardoso raised an eyebrow as he looked at the dumbfounded kid. “You were saying?”

Eugene swallowed as he tried to gather up his thoughts. “Well my project…..”

Again he wasn’t able to finish his thought. The doctor frowned as he laid the back of his hand on his forehead. “Are you alright? You seemed a little flushed.”

Flushed? He felt like his entire body was on fire. Eugene looked down and saw that his jeans were tented with his full erection. Why was he so turned on?

“Maybe we need to get you out of this lab coat?” Dr. Cardoso said with concern.

The young man just nodded dumbly as he felt the strong hands of the older man slowly peel off his lab coat. That aura of pleasure grew making it harder for him to think. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled. “I don’t know what is going on with me.”

“Just relax,” Sven said softly. He unbuttoned the top three buttons of the student’s shirt exposing his lean and furry chest. Eugene moaned softly as the doctor dipped his hands to stroke his chest softly.

This was wrong! But if it was so wrong then why did it feel so good. His cock was so painfully hard at it struggled to break through his jeans. He could feel that his boxers were starting to get damp with his arousal.

“Now let’s talk about your project,” Sven ordered gently. “Can you tell me what you are working on?”

Eugene started to nod, but as he tried to gather his thoughts, there was just nothing there. “I, I can’t.”

The doctor walked over to the lab table and picked up the student’s binder. “Why don’t you read from your notes.”

The young man took the binder and opened it. He stared at his own handwriting like it was a foreign language. “Um, what’s this word?” He asked pointing it out to the doctor.

“Chemistry,” Dr. Cardoso supplied.

“Chemistry is a……” Eugene frowned as he stared at the words. “I don’t know what this says!”

“It’s alright, boy. Maybe we need to cool you down a little bit.”

The young man blinked stupidly as the older man unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and peeled it off his torso. So he was completely shirtless and the cool air just made his erotic feelings even more intense. Without even realizing it, he was grabbing his tented crotch in an attempt to masturbate.

“Is that better?”

“Much better,” Eugene gasped with a dopey smile. “Feels soooo good.” His words were starting to slur like he was drunk.

“Is it easier to read now?”

The student looked at his binder again but it might as well have been a foreign language. “Noooo, ssssir.” He said as his blinked stupidly. “I know!” He said with what he thought was a stroke of genius. “I’ll take off my pants.”

Dr. Cardoso watched with an amused smile on his face as this brilliant student transformed to a complete idiot. Eugene ripped open his jeans and pulled them down. His white boxers were already stained with precum and the head of his erect cock poked through the fly. The boy didn’t even notice as he brushed his fingers across the mushroom head as he moaned with delight.

“Now can you read your notes?”

The young man didn’t even try to look at his binder as he pulled down his boxers. Now completely naked, he jerked his throbbing erection like his life depended on it.

“What are you doing, young man?” Dr. Cardoso asked in mock shock.

Eugene finally noticed that he was stark naked and masturbating in front of the prestigious doctor. “I don’t……” His lips trembled as his mind went blank again. “I need…… I need to serve you master!”

The young man leaped on the doctor humping his leg like he was a dog. With a strangling cry, he shot his load as his erect cock pressed tightly on the older man’s leg. Sven knocked him to the ground and smiled as his newest victim spasmed uncontrollably.

As Eugene’s powerful orgasm started to die, Dr. Cardoso took out a collar and fastened it around his neck. Little did he know was that the collar was covered in the same chemical dust that was on his hand when they shook. It turned a brilliant mind like his into one of a complete idiot. Now that his test on the unsuspecting boy was a success, it was time to try it out on his real prey, Superboy.

“Come along, boy.” The doctor ordered as he picked the naked exhausted young man in his powerful arms and carried him out of the lab. “We have much to accomplish to get ready for the real party.”

Eugene nuzzled against his master’s muscular chest as a bit of drool dropped from his lips. His cock started to harden again with delight as he felt safe and secure. His mind, body, and soul now belonged to Sven Cardoso.

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The Purposeful Sisters of Our Lady of the Divine Punishment
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Three young men are abducted and taken to a private torture chamber for tickling, foot torture, electro and ??? New story from DR von Todenhausen!

Secret Pleasures – Part 1
by D.R. von Todenhausen
Series: Secret Pleasures

One of the joys of my life is having my own fully-equipped torture chamber in a large vacant warehouse here in town. I use it whenever I can with willing participants. Having willing participants is very nice, but there is also that certain “something” that seems to be missing when you have torture victims who seek you out to see how they like your equipment and enjoy being the torture victim. I think that certain “something” can best be described in imagining just how a real torture victim would feel about the torture rather than asking for it and enjoying it.

With that in mind, I always enjoyed applying the tortures to the willing victims, but missed the thrill of having a real victim frightened and not knowing what was to come, especially the dread of knowing it wouldn’t be pleasant and it was going to cause them pain. The psychological possibilities here were very interesting. Not only was it interesting to think about the thoughts and feelings of the victim, but there was also a great stimulation in knowing that YOU were the one who was controlling things and the victim was yours to enjoy. The enjoyment you would receive was even stronger since you knew the victim wasn’t there of his own free-will. Imagine the terror you could instill in the victim just by talking about the tortures before applying them!

One day three of my usual assistants who worked with me in the torture chamber were with me doing some errands when we came upon three young country boys who were just out of high school and were in town to experience the “big city” as a graduation treat. All three boys were very nice-looking and two of them looked like the usual 18-year old boys. The third boy, however, was 18, but he was the smallest of the three and looked much younger. He really was the cutest and most vulnerable looking of the three. When my assistants and I saw them, we all had the same idea. We had all mentioned our desire to work on a “real” victim and said aloud “Wouldn’t it be fun to work on them?” The temptation was too great and we decided that that was just what we wanted to do. We decided to follow the boys around and see what they were doing. That evening the three started to walk around town just after dark and were walking down a lonely and deserted street. We pulled ahead of them and waited in a dark alley for them to walk by. We had brought our “torture clothing” with us in the car, which consisted of a long, flowing black robe and black hoods with narrow eyeslits. We donned out robes and hoods and when the boys walked by we jumped out with heavy blankets, threw them over each of the boys, tied them up and put them into the car. It was dark and we were dressed in our black robes and hoods, so the boys didn’t know what hit them. They struggled and you could hear them trying to speak, but the heavy blankets muffled their voices.

Off we drove to our secluded warehouse, each of us salivating at the delights we had in store for ourselves. When we got to the warehouse, we took each of the boys to separate rooms where we secured them so they were unable to escape. In the meantime we made our plans and our decisions, the first of which was that the one we most wanted to see and “play” with was David, the youngest looking and smallest of the three. We all thought he would be the easiest to frighten and enjoy. We learned their names because they each cried out to one another asking where they were etc. We found out that the other two boys were named Garrett and Chris.

We chose Garrett as our first target since he looked the oldest and most mature of the three. We grabbed him and brought him to one of the several different torture chambers we had set up in the warehouse. This one was equipped with a table and set up like a torture chamber we had all loved from an old movie called “The Robe.” The table was equipped with a board that went across the table from one side of the table to the other. One of the ends of the board was hinged to the side of the table, while to other end had a chain attached which hung downward and could be attached to a large winch. We brought Garrett in and stripped him naked. We were all in our robes and hoods so he couldn’t see who we were. He was clearly frightened and asked what was happening and what was going on. He was the tallest of the three and had nice long legs, so he was the one chosen for this torture table. He was placed on his back on the table with his arms spread above his head and his wrists attached to long chains coming from concrete columns on each side. The chains were loose enough that he could move his arms somewhat but they would still remain spread. The table was long enough to reach the middle of his thighs, but the rest of his legs and feet were sticking out at the end of the table. Chains were also attached to his ankles and attached very loosely to two other concrete columns, but his legs were not spread as wide as his arms. The center board was brought over his stomach and the chain at the loose end was attached to a large winch. Once he was in place the torture began. We first took a silken whip and whipped Garrett across his bare chest.

After his chest was red with the whipping, when the winch was turned, the board was pulled downward and crushed across his stomach. I could not resist his beautiful bare feet with his lovely, well-groomed toes. The soles were magnificent and I began to slowly tickle them. Garrett’s reaction was perfect! He began to laugh and shriek as the tickling intensified. I loved digging my fingers between and under his gorgeous toes and tickled them mercilessly, bringing intense laughter and shrieking begging for the tickling to stop. Finally I knew we had to move on so we began tightening the board. Garrett groaned as the board pushed down on his stomach, tighter and tighter. As the board tightened Garrett’s legs and feet raised up in the air from the pressure on his stomach. The sight was so beautiful with those lovely feet sticking up and his legs and feet moving about. Watching his feet move and hearing him groan with pain was sheer delight.

Leaving Garrett there, we then went to get Chris, who was to be our next victim. We brought Chris to another chamber with a large wooden table. Chris was stripped naked and spread-eagled loosely on the table so he could squirm some. Again I used my special magic on Chris’ soft, sexy, smooth, tender bare feet. Chris went wild with the tickling, laughing so hard tears were running down his cheeks. He begged and begged for the tickling to stop, but I went right on enjoying myself and savoring those wonderful feet of his. We then clipped one electric wire to his penis and another to his balls. My assistants were waiting for this, since this was their favorite torture. I enjoyed watching it, too. A button was pressed and electricity surged through the wires to Chris’ dick and balls. A piercing scream broke forth from his lips as his back arched and his entire body tensed with the pain of the electricity. Chris screamed and screamed and didn’t stop until we stopped pressing the button and the electric charge stopped, when his body relaxed and flopped down to the table again. The chains were loose enough that Chris could squirm quite a bit while his arms and legs were spread. He had enough movement that when the electricity surged through him, his heels dug into the table while he arched his back above the table with only his shoulders and heels touching the table. It was beautiful to watch from the foot of the table where you could look at the soles of his bare feet and see his dick and balls with the wires attached. You could also see his face from that angle and watching how his body and feet and face reacted to the electricity was delightful!

We left Chris on the table to relax while we went for our favorite of the three. David was so cute and sexy we were really looking forward to the fun we would have with him. We brought David into a room and removed the blanket from over his head. He immediately asked what was going on and where he was. You could tell he was frightened seeing us in our black hoods and robes. I said to him: “Well, you are here for our entertainment.” “We are going to torture you.” David shivered with fear and said: “No, no, please let me go!” I replied: “Oh no, we are going to enjoy this too much!” David begged us again to let him go but it was to no avail. We had a special type of cadre worked up which was on wheels and had two tall, upright metal poles on each side. These poles had hooks on them in several different places. The poles could be held upright and vertical or they were hinged so that they could also be put into a horizontal position.

“Now David,” I said, “the time has come to start your torture.” “No, No!” He cried as my assistants stripped him naked and tied him spread-eagled between the two upright poles. He was tied in such a way that he was suspended between the hooked poles so that nothing was touching the ground. I had the poles turned so that he went from being vertical to a horizontal position. There he was, naked and with nothing under or over him. David, too, had perfect feet with sexy soles and cute toes. I went to work on his feet and he, just like the others, went wild with the tickling. I tickled and tickled until I knew he couldn’t stand any more. We then turned the side poles vertical again and David was hanging there well off the ground. It was nice having him spread-eagled up in the air like that so that his bare feet were about my eye level when I was standing next to him. I reached out and played with his feet for a while before we moved the cadre down the hall to the first torture chamber.

The first chamber was the one with Garrett in it and we wheeled the cadre in so that David could look down at Garrett on the table below him. I looked at David and saw the sheer terror in his eyes. I said: “Now David, before we torture you, we are going to let you see what we have been doing to Garrett here.” As you watch you can be thinking about what is coming for you and how you are going to like it. I caressed his bare feet again and said to my assistants: “Give him the wheel!” “No, No, no more!” Garrett cried as my assistants started turning the winch and the board again pressed downward on Garrett’s stomach. Garrett groaned again and his legs and feet went up just like before. David was watching and hearing Garrett groan and you could see the fear and dread in his eyes. I couldn’t resist touching and fondling Garrett’s bare feet swaying up in the air like that as he groaned louder. We left the room with Garrett swaying his legs and feet in the air and moved the cadre to the next chamber.

This was the chamber with Chris on the table. I played with Chris’ feet again as the cadre with David on it was placed at the side of the table where David had a good view of Chris on the table before him. I again played with David’s toes as I said: “Now David, we are going to show you another torture you can think about.” “Imagine how it will feel for you if you are tortured like Garrett or like what you are going to see here with Chris.” “I can assure you, we are going to enjoy watching how you react and remember, you are going to scream and scream and scream.” “Think about that as you watch Chris suffer.” While I was still playing with David’s beautiful toes I nodded, and the button was again pressed sending surges of voltage through Chris’ dick and balls. Again he arched his back and screamed and screamed, causing David to shudder with fear. The button was released and Chris fell to the table again, only to arch his back and scream again when the button was pressed again. He screamed and screamed until finally he fainted from the pain. We rolled David out of the room and down the hall to another door.

David now knew that this next room must be for him and he was really afraid. He begged us to let him go and not torture him, to which I only said: “Oh no, David, we are looking forward to this too much. We can’t wait to see you undergoing the torture and hear you as you scream and scream.” I grabbed his cute toes again and fondled them before opening the door to the next room……..

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After serving his master and Dr Sullivan dinner, Ajax is forced to strip naked for inspection then bred with an attractive female slave named Steria in front of the men.

Antebellum – Chapter 10: Breeding […]

Ajax is forced to help load a riverboat while being transported to Dr Sullivan’s plantation for another session with Steria.

Antebellum – Chapter 11: New Fields
by Drum
Art by Amalaric
Series: Antebellum

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The next few weeks were relatively uneventful. I was put to heavy labour as befitted my description of field slave and spent much time felling trees, clearing land and even a few spells at the quarry carrying and hauling rocks. I had been put with wenches in the breeding shed a few times but not as often as I might have wanted. It was part of the plan at Paradise to keep the slaves as randy as possible and make sure they got no other release of their juices except when supervised. The Master considered this not only a way of maintaining the quality of the juice but a method of control over the slaves by permitting or denying them their pleasure. As it was, close relationships between male and female slaves were totally forbidden and we men were kept under lock and key during any free time we might have. The only free association, apart from working in the fields, we had with the females was on the occasional Sunday if we were not put to work – even then there was always an overseer around to keep an eye on us. On occasion a male and female slave might sneak off if we were working in one of the fields that bordered the woods and have a bit of fun but if they got caught they could usually expect a whipping for their pleasure. During this time my thoughts were pretty constantly on Steria. I wonder how she was and if she was knocked up. To visit her was impossible, I would need a chit, a note, to leave the plantation and only trusted slaves got those to run messages. Anyway, I did not even know where the Doc’s place was.

I was pondering on this when I was sent for by the Master. He was in Boss Raikes’ office and did not look too pleased. ‘Nigger, you know how I don’t take kindly to my slaves failing me.’  ‘Yes Master,’ I said, head bowed and wondering what I had done wrong. ‘You remember that wench of Doctor Sullivan we told you to knock up, well she hasn’t taken boy. I thought I owned, in you, a first class breeding buck. You certainly have that lusty look about you and your equipment would seem to be of an adequate size and strength. Anyway, Ajax, the long and short of it is you are being sent to Doc Sullivan’s place to finish the job. I want it done quickly as well, can’t spare a big strong nigger like you for long.’ He turned to Boss Raikes and said, ‘Give him a pass chit and have him washed and dressed for the journey. Doc Sullivan has a wagon in town and it will pass by to pick him up at around eight tomorrow morning.’ Thoughts raced through my mind. Firstly, I was to see Steria again. I could hardly wait. In the back of my mind had been a plan to somehow get a pass chit and run off. Now I was being given one and taken there, driven on a cart, no less. I slept well and awoke excited.

The wagon arrived and I was told to sit up next to the driver, an overseer called Phelps.  ‘Doc Sullivan don’t hold with these iron manacles, shackles and collars, Mr Raikes, says they damage and chafe a slave’s limbs. Kindly remove them and I will use the Doc’s chains; smoother and flexible.’ Boss Raikes took the restraints and Mr Phelps locked a chain round my neck and others to my wrists and ankles. They were snug-fitting but more comfortable to wear. I had been given a couple of shirts and a pair of canvas pants for the journey. I wore, for the first time outdoors for days, a shirt now and felt pretty smart. Of course there was no footwear. We set off heading north and passed through a few villages and settlements. ‘Ever driven a pair of horses, Ajax?’ ‘No, Mr Phelps, sir.’ I said ‘Time to learn, boy, add a skill to your abilities.’ He showed me how to gee the horses up, slow them down and direct them round corners. I soon got the hang of it. I kept a clear look out for where we were going. It would be useful if I wanted to visit Steria when I got back to Paradise. We drove in silence and seemed to be heading towards the river. The number of wagons we saw grew and many were loaded with bales of cotton and other produce going in the same direction as us and empty ones coming the other way. ‘Beg pardon Mr Phelps, sir.’ ‘What is it, boy?’ ‘Where are they taking all the goods, sir?’‘Down for loading on the river boats, boy. Some go down to New Orleans for sending abroad to England and such places, that’s mostly cotton. Others go up stream to the north for use here in America.’

We drove on largely in silence until we came to the banks of the river. The levies were crowded with boats and barges of all sorts and sizes. Bare-chested niggers toted their burdens from cart and wagons up the gangplanks to the ships where more slaves under direction stowed them while we watched from a high wall. Others in just loincloths, there were no white women about, hauled on ropes to position the boats.  After watching for a while we continued and crossed the river on a low-flat boat which was attached to a long rope that was held on either side of the river on a huge post. When the rope came up out of the water it wound round a capstan with eight beams or handles on it. Each slave was chained by the wrists to a beam and leaned forward to turn it making the boat move slowly across the broad river. The slaves were stripped to loincloths and were big, I could imagine the effect the labour would have on building their bodies.  The Captain of the boat came over and said, ‘Hello there, fine looking boy you have, big and strong, can I test him on the capstan?’ ‘Sure, shuck your shirt, Ajax.’ ‘Yes, Mr Phelps sir.’ I pulled my shirt off. There were a few gentlemen standing around watching. One of them, a well-built dark-haired man of about my size and aged about 30 watched me strip with a glint in his eye that I recognised  as interest in my physique. I ‘pumped’ my pectorals a couple of times and his mouth twitched with a smile as he gave my torso a look over. I was taken to a beam where a slave had been released. The other slaves eyed me and some smiled. I held out my wrists to be locked to the rings on the beam. The Captain, as he chained my wrists to the beam, felt my arms and said, ‘Fine young brute you have – how does he take to being whip-driven?’ ‘Find out for yourself, Captain.’ Mr Phelps said. The Captain took a driving whip and cracked it in the air, ‘OK boys, get this boat moving.’ He jumped up on the capstan to oversee us. We leaned into the capstan and got it moving. Once or twice the lash fell on one of the slaves’ backs and they would let out a yell. Then I caught a sight out of the corner of my eye and saw the Captain raise his whip. I anticipated the blow and felt it across my upper back, ‘Aaaarrggghh!’ I yelled. A few of the white men, including the man who had shown an interest in me, stood nearby and watched us labouring. ‘Work you idle bastards!’ The Captain snapped. Another slave stumbled and fell, hanging by the wrists from his beam. He received a few lashes to encourage him to his feet. We finally arrived at the eastern shore of the river and I was unlocked from my beam. ‘At least, Captain, I think the nigger has earned us a free crossing.’ Mr Phelps said, as I rubbed the sweat from my chest with a rag, still watched by the man. He looked me over again as I put my shirt on and smiled. I don’t know why but I was eyeballing him and did not fear him, I just smiled back. The Captain said, ‘Of course sir, here is a refund, and a fine specimen too. If ever you think of selling him I always need big, strong slaves to haul the boat.’ ‘I will remember that, sir.’ ‘Could have made a packet there,’ Mr Phelps said as we went on our way.

Eventually we arrived at Doc Sullivan’s spread. It was set in broad, flat farmland and, as far as I could tell, was a cotton plantation. We drove the wagon to the barn where a slave came and took the horses in for a rub down and feed. I was taken to a brick-built cabin and told to wash down and be ready to present myself for inspection. I washed in the cold water and rubbed myself down, dressed in my pants and shirt. The lock turned in the door and Doc Sullivan came in. ‘Do you know why you are here, Ajax?’ ‘Yes Doc Sullivan, sir. Because Steria didn’t take when I was put to her, sir.’ ‘Good boy, you will be kept in this cabin and share it with Steria. I want her knocked up, nigger, and I don’t care how long it takes. Each day you will have at least one supervised mating to make sure you are performing. At other times you can couple as much as you want. Understand, slave?’ ‘Yes, Doc, sir.’ ‘My son and I will also put you on our strength improvement programme starting tomorrow as a thank you to your master we will send you back even fitter, bigger and stronger than you are now. Be grateful, Ajax, it’s hard work but the food is of a superior quality.’ ‘Yes Doc, sir.’

He called out of the door and Steria came in. My heart nearly burst though my chest when I saw her. ‘You know what to do, nigger. Get undressed and get to work, I’ll witness the first myself.’ ‘Yes doc, sir,’ I said, my throat dry with excitement. I stripped off and helped Steria out of her shift. My cock was  raging  hard  as  I fondled  her  breasts  and  we  dropped  to  the  straw  mattress.   I was soon penetrating her welcoming body and humping her with an animal passion. Her cries and sighs filled the air and I soon felt myself coming. I yelled out and shot her full of jism. She was yelping as she took it. We washed under the Doc’s gaze and she went for food for us. That night we made love over and over again until sheer exhaustion forced us to collapse and sleep.

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The Hunt for Superboy – Chapter 4
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Hunt […]

The Superboy Destroyer makes another potential Superboy his sex slave in his continuing pursuit of the real superhero.

The Hunt for Superboy – Chapter 5
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Hunt for Superboy

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Superboy could not believe his ears as he listened to how the Superboy Destroyer enslaved Daniel. He wanted to be disgusted but as the villain shared every sick erotic detail, the wrestling hunk was sucking his dick. It was the young hero’s first blow job and even he could not deny how wonderful it felt.

As his captor finished Daniel’s fall from grace, Superboy’s body convulsed as a powerful orgasm ripped through his weak muscular body. The enslaved hunk clamped his mouth around the hero’s huge erect cock making sure that every drop of his baby juice was swallowed. The room seemed to echo with the screams of passion ripping from Superboy’s mouth.

When it was finally over, Daniel softly kissed the now very sensitive head of the hero’s cock before going back to his place with the other fakes. Superboy’s body felt like jelly as he lay on his captor’s lap with a smile of contentment on his face. The villain smiled as he stroked his prisoner’s hair knowing that Superboy was one step closer to total enslavement.

“Would you like me to continue my story?” The Superboy Destroyer asked not giving the almost comatose hero a chance to answer. With a snap of his fingers, one of the fake Superboy’s stepped forward. His body was much leaner than the others, but the muscle definition was almost as fantastic as the helpless hero.

“This is Nick Hathaway, a swimmer for Metropolis University. He had a reputation for being the nicest guy on the planet. That and his looks made him a perfect candidate to be Superboy.”

Nick stared deeply into the powerless Superboy and the hero shuddered in fear. His deep blue eyes had a hint of steel to them as the swimmer intimidated him a tiny bit. How could someone with the reputation to be nice have such a mean look to him? The fake reached down and started to manipulate Superboy’s exposed nipples. A surprised moan of pleasure erupted from his lips as he looked down to see that his cock was still rock hard. He had expected his throbbing erection to soften after that powerful orgasm with Daniel, but once again his body betrayed him as it yearned to cum once again.

As The Superboy Destroyer described how he enslaved this hot swimmer, Superboy was in a frenzy of lust. The fake would start off softly manipulating his nipples then he slowly bring the hero to the point of extreme pain. It was a cycle that was making him lose his mind. With his incredible powers, he never really experienced much pain, but now that they were stripped away, a whole new sensual world of pleasure and pain was opening up to Superboy. His hard cock started to expel precum like a leaky dam as his sexual lust grew out of control.

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Nick smiled as he walked into his coach’s office. His almost nude body gleamed from still being wet from practice. Wearing only his tight red speedos, his smooth tight muscular body was an artist’s dream of perfection. Always optimistic and cheerful, the swimmer was very popular at school. No one ever had a bad word about him because of his magnetic personality.

Standing next to Coach Wakefield’s desk was an older man. At least Nick thought he was older. At a second look, the jock realized that he was younger looking but had an air of confidence about him that made him seem much older. Like him, this stranger had coal black hair, but his eyes were brown. It was easy to see that he worked out from the outline of muscles under his clothes.

“Nick, this is Dr. Cardoso.” Coach said with a slight frown.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Nick said with his amazing smile flashing his dimples without even knowing it. He held out his hand and the doctor took it with a firm handshake. A tingle started to run up his arm as he let go.

“Unfortunately there has been rumors that you have been taking steroids,” His coach stated seriously. “Dr. Cardoso is here to test you.”

What? Nick thought as a seed of fury exploded in his head. The swimmer took a deep breath as he instantly calmed himself down. What had he to worry about? He knew that he was completely drug free. Heck, he never even drank alcohol.

“I don’t know who started these rumors, but I can tell you that they are not true.” Nick’s skill was based off of hard work and spending many hours at the pool practicing since he was a little kid. In fact, he had a full scholarship here at Metropolis University because of his athletic skill.

“I’m sure that you are telling the truth,” Dr. Cardoso said with a slight smile. “I do have give the test regardless. Don’t worry, it is a simple process.” The doctor turned to the coach. “Would you excuse us?”

Coach Wakefield looked startled at the request that he leave the room. Nick felt a little nervous himself. His coach was his strongest ally and he was always able to rely on him for anything. As the door shut behind them, Nick stood there while the doctor closed the blinds to the windows of the office. Now no one would be able to see what was going on in here. The hunk of a jock’s nerves were getting worse.

“Let’s start off with some measurements,” Dr. Cardoso said briskly.

Measurements? What did this have to do with a drug test? Nick felt his skin crawl as the doctor took out a measuring tape and wrapped it around his chest. Standing there with nothing but his speedo, the swimmer felt very vulnerable for some reason. The doctor’s touch brought a warm tingle across his skin that caused him to blush.

Nick gasped when he felt his nipples being brushed. He took a step back as he glared at the doctor who was just trying to do his job. He didn’t want to admit it, but the jock actually felt pleasure. Again he brushed away the burst of anger allowing his cool but optimistic head to take back control. It was probably just an accident.

Dr. Cardoso ordered the jock to raise and flex each of his arms as he took more measurements. Nick felt his cool starting to vanish as he felt like a puppet. Each touch was having an effect on him that made the hunk feel flushed and funny. As the older man wrapped the measuring tape across his waist, Nick had finally had enough.

The swimmer snarled as he shoved the doctor back away from him. “Don’t touch me, you fucking faggot!”

Nick gasped as he heard the words coming out of his mouth. What was he doing? He had never cursed before in his life. The jock blushed as he bowed his head in shame. “I’m so sorry, doctor. I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me.”

Dr. Cardoso shook his head as his piercing eyes made the young swimmer feel even more guilty. “Please mind your manners, Mr. Hathaway. One more outburst like that and I will have to punish you.”

Feeling like a naughty little boy, Nick nodded as his face heated up from his shame. His mind was still reeling as the tape measure was wrapped around his slim waist with the doctor’s fingers brushing against his bare sensitive skin. He felt so vulnerable standing there in just his speedo and to make it worse the doctor’s touch was causing his body to react. He could feel the thin material getting tighter as he fought to keep his cock soft and in control.

The doctor knelt down and the measuring tape was wrapped around each of his upper thighs. Nick gasped as he felt his entire body feeling like it was on fire. The bulge in his red speedo was slowly getting bigger as he was losing control over. Along with his lustful feelings was more anger as his helplessness in this situation. The final indignity came he felt the doctor’s fingers brush against the bulge of his speedo.

Nick growled as he used all of his strength to kick the doctor across the room. “That’s it!” He raged. “I’m not going to take this anymore!”

The jock clenched his fists as he walked over to the limp body of the doctor ready to beat the living shit out of him. Instead Dr. Cardoso leaped to his feet with no sign of injury and grabbed the startled hunk by his bicep.

“This kind of behaviour is not acceptable!” The doctor lectured softly.

Infuriated, Nick tried to rip his arm away, but there was a strength to the older man that surprised him. “Don’t touch me, mother fucker!” He bellowed as loud as he could.

Without missing a beat, Dr. Cardoso ripped off Nick’s red speedos and shoved them into the jock’s mouth. Nick’s blue eyes widened in surprise as he tried to spit the wet material out of his mouth. His jaw felt like it was going to be unhinged from taking so much at a time.

It was the least that he had to worry about as the older man pulled the hunk of a jock across his knees. Now completely naked, Nick’s swimmer’s ass was arched up in the air. As the first slap across his nude behind struck, the jock screamed through his speedo gag.

With all his years of training, Nick was very strong, but the doctor was easily able to overpower him as he continued to spank him. All he could do was struggle helplessly as his muffled screams showed his outrage.

The pain wasn’t bad at first, but Dr. Cardoso showed no mercy in punishing the rude swimmer. Nick felt all his defenses crumble as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly to keep the tears at bay. His ass looked like raw meat as the punishment showed no signs of ending. Another side effect was that after the fifth slap to his ass, his cock started to react. It didn’t take long for Nick to have a raging erection despite his efforts to keep flaccid.

Dr. Cardoso pressed his thighs together trapping his victim’s erection between his legs. The pressure only made it worse for the struggling hunk as his cock grew harder than it ever felt before. Each blow to his ass caused his cock to slide down the prison of flesh before being dragged back up. The friction made him edge slowly closer to a humiliating orgasm.

Finally Nick couldn’t take it anymore. The combination of pain and pleasure was too much for him to handle. His body shuddered as he started to weep. Tears ran down his face as his legs kicked up with each blow to his now purple ass. His muffled screams of outrage turned into sobs as the popular jock was reduced to a crying little boy.

There was no end in sight as Nick’s struggles grew weaker and weaker. His body went limp across the doctor’s lap not even having the energy to struggle anymore. His eyes were red and damp as he had cried himself to the point of no more tears. Even his once perfect ass went numb from the very long and humiliating punishment.

That only caused the pleasure of his cock to feel even more powerful. A pool of precum shimmered between the doctor’s feet as a sign of how much the hunk was really enjoying it. The pressure in his balls built stronger and stronger until Nick had finally reached the point of no return.

His exhausted muscular body shuddered as his cock went off like a machine gun. Shot after show of cum exploded everywhere as it gave up it’s pent up load. Nick was a virgin and he had only masterbated a couple of times when he was a teenager. His first real orgasm shattered his mind as he squealed behind the balled up speedo shoved in his mouth.

Dr. Cardoso shoved the boy off his lap even as Nick’s cock was still shooting out cum like they were bullets. The swimmer landed on his back and convulsed in pain as his cock danced around shooting more of his precious seed. When the last drop of cum was finally expelled from the jock’s spent cock, Nick felt himself sigh with satisfaction. He could feel his hot cum dripping off his face and chest not even registering that he had completely humiliated himself in front of the doctor.

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The Hunt for Superboy – Chapter 6
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Hunt for Superboy

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Sven smiled as he looked down at Nick. The young swimmer was still panting from his earth shattering orgasm. The poor kid didn’t stand a chance. He had exposed him to a chemical that he created to warp the jock’s personality into the complete opposite. It was amusing to seeing such a saint like Nick to be transformed into a complete asshole.

“That was amazing!” Nick whispered in awe. The jock’s eyes were starting to focus again. He looked up at Sven and reached his arm towards the older man. “Please, I need you to spank me again.”

Once again the genius doctor’s calculations were correct. Nick was now absolutely addicted to the pleasure of being spanked. He said nothing as he drank in the cum covered naked muscled body of the star swimmer.

Nick had a look of panic as he gingerly crawled to his knees. Every movement brought a wince of pain from the multicolored bruises on his ass. “Please!” He begged. “I’ll do anything, but please spank me.”

Sven reached down and lifted up the pretty boy’s chin so their eyes could meet. “You need to do something for me first.”

“Anything!” The jock hissed lustfully. “I’ll do anything at all!”

“Tell me about Superboy,” Sven commanded.

Nick had a confused look on his face. “I never met Superboy. I don’t know anything about him.”

The doctor’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “I don’t believe you.”

The swimmer was his number one suspect for being the Boy of Steel. His saintly behavior was almost identical to the way Superboy acted when he fought crime. Yet Nick went pale and actually started to cry.

“I’m telling the truth!” He sobbed his body shaking with fear. “Please believe me, master!”

Such a shame that Nick wasn’t the one he was looking for. No matter since he had several other suspects on his list. Sven started to pet the crying swimmer’s hair gently. The jock looked up with nothing but adoration in his eyes. LIke Daniel, the hunk was completely in his control.

“Please spank me, master,” Nick pleaded. His ass still looked like it had been beaten for hours, but the jock didn’t care. He was totally addicted to being spanked like a naughty boy.

Since his newest slave wanted to be spanked, then Sven would have to have the boy earn his spanking. The doctor smiled a very wicked smile as he looked down at the crying hunk. “Only naughty boys deserve to be spanked. Can you be naughty?”

Nick nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, sir! I can be so naughty.”

Sven brought the swimmer’s head to his lap and laid it down. As he petted the pretty boy’s jet black hair, he started to give his slave his new instructions. It was time to see Superboy again, but this time it was going to be on his terms.

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A bank alarm sounded through the middle of the night as police cars raced to the scene of the crime. Superboy flew through the air as he went to investigate. He was about to finish his patrol when his super hearing picked up the bank alarm and like a shot from a gun, he was on his way.

As he landed, the hero saw that the police were already on the scene. Superboy walked to them to see if they needed his assistance. To his shock, the police gasped when they saw him and pulled out their guns. What was going on?

“Put your hands on your head, Superboy!” One of the senior officers barked in a no-nonsense tone. “You are under arrest for bank robbery!”

What? They were trying to arrest him? Why would they think that he had anything to do with this crime? His first instinct was to run, but if someone was framing him for a bank robbery, he needed to prove his innocence first.

Superboy stopped walking and slowly went down to his knees as his hands rose up to rest on his head. The rest of the cops walked slowly to him with their guns trained on him at all times. Not that it would have hurt him if they decided to open fire. The hero let them take his wrists as handcuffs were slapped on as his rights were being read. With a mere twist of his wrists, Superboy could have snapped off the metal cuffs. The police must have known this, but put the handcuffs on anyways.

As the hero was dragged up to his feet, he turned to the senior officer. “Can we talk about this?” He asked politely.

The police officer shook his head. “I’m sorry, but we need to treat your arrest like we would with anyone else. You will be taken to the station and processed. After you are processed, you will be given your phone call and then we will have a chance to talk. I know that you can overpower us quite easily, but I ask that you cooperate. Any resistance will only make it seem that you are guilty.”

Superboy nodded as he was escorted to one of the police cars. As he pushed into the back seat as two police officers got into the front seat. The hero remained silent, but used his super hearing to get as much information as to why they would even think that he committed this crime. It seemed that video surveillance recorded someone looking just like him robbing the bank. Superboy was shocked that someone would impersonate him to frame him for a crime. Sure he had made enemies when fighting crime, but finding someone who looked just like him seemed like a great ton of effort.

The police car started back to the station with the sirens flashing and blaring. An escort of five other cars formed an escort around them. Superboy could understand their reasoning. Someone as powerful as he was turning into a criminal must be a nightmare come true for the police force.

The ride to the station was uneventful, but as the police came to help the handcuffed hero out of the car, the real circus began. The front of the station was crowded with every media outlet in Metropolis. As soon as they saw Superboy, flashes of lights and cameras started to assault the boy of steel nonstop.

“Superboy, is it true that you robbed the First Metropolis Bank?”

“Why would you turn to a life of crime?”

“Are you going to try and take over the world?”

The questions came nonstop, but the police pushed through the media crowd towards the doors with their prisoner in tow. Superboy wanted to answer them, but he was still in shock that he had been arrested. Everyone automatically assumed that he was guilty and that assumption hurt him. He had dedicated using his powers to protect the people of Earth and they rewarded him by instantly turning on him. His mind was in turmoil as was pushed into the police station past the shouting reporters.

Captain Maggie Sawyer was waiting for them near the entrance. There were a line up of police officers at the doors keeping the reporters from spilling into the station. The captain was a woman in her late twenties or early thirties. Superboy had worked with her before and there was a mutual respect between them. Without a word, she motioned for her men to follow her as they formed a circle around Superboy as an escort.

The hero was taken downstairs underneath the main floor of the police station. A room with what looked like titanium walls was at the end of a long underground tunnel. Superboy was pushed into the cell still handcuffed without a word. Captain Sawyer motioned for her men to leave the two of them alone.

As soon as they left, Superboy looked towards the police captain. “I didn’t commit this robbery.” He stated flat out.

Sawyer frowned as she stared at the hero that she had worked with on their toughest cases. “I’m sorry, but I have to follow proper protocol. The world is watching how we handle you. I’ve not only gotten calls from the Mayor and the Governor, but from the President of The United States as well.”

Superboy blinked in surprise at the speed and involvement of the higher tiers of government. “You know that I will cooperate with you to prove my innocence, but if there is someone out there impersonating me then I should be out there trying to stop them.”

“I can’t make a special case for you just because you are Superboy,” Sawyer said firmly. “I have my best team on this case and as soon as we can prove to the DA that you are innocent, then we can let you go. Tomorrow you will go before a judge to see if bail can be set, but don’t get your hopes up.”

The hero nodded with understanding. The world was now facing the frightening prospect that their greatest and most powerful hero had turned against them. Whoever pulled this off was a genius. Superboy was now forced to let the due process take it’s course.

“Look I know that this cell probably can’t hold you.” The police captain explained. “We built it to hold metahuman criminals. I only ask that you trust me. If there is evidence of your innocence, I will find it and present it to the DA. Until then, I ask for your complete cooperation.”

“I will cooperate,” Superboy said softly. He felt like a caged tiger in this cell with the strength to break free, yet he would trust Captain Sawyer to do what she can. The last thing he needed was the world to turn against him and other heroes.

“Thank you,” she said with a wry smile. As she turned to leave the hero alone in his cell, Superboy slid down the wall to sit. He could only hope that he could be free soon to track down this madman who was able to impersonate him.

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Sven smiled as Nick came into his new lair all decked out in his Superboy costume. He had watched the news when Superboy was brought to jail and his plan was unfolding perfectly. In fact he was so turned on by seeing the hero in handcuffs that he had to fuck Daniel while he watched and rewatched the news. The poor wrestler was curled up on the floor in the corner exhausted by such an intense fucking.

Nick fell down to his hands and knees and crawled over to his master. Placing his head on the older man’s lap, his pretty blue eyes looked up with anticipation. “Was I naughty enough, Master?”

Sven responded by pulling his naughty slave up on his lap and positioned his costumed ass high up in the air. With the first smack, Nick grew incredibly hard as his moaned grew louder and louder. The evil doctor was also hard as a rock as he imagined spanking the real Superboy like this really soon. It was just a matter of time before he discovered who Superboy’s secret identity was and then the real fun would begin.

As Nick shuddered and convulsed, his cock exploded filling his blue tights and red briefs. Sven came at the same time as he fantasized dominating Superboy like this. Soon, he told himself. Soon.

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Superboy falls into The Superboy Destroyer’s trap and is forced to strip out of his costume with the help of a group of horny Superboy clones in a hot new series by Todd Fleming!

The Hunt for Superboy – Chapter […]

Superboy is tricked into slowly stripping out of his tights leaving the embarrassed super hero completely vulnerable to his captors’ attentions.

The Hunt for Superboy – Chapter 2
by Todd Fleming
Series: The […]

Superboy learns the backstory of his enemy’s genesis as The Superboy Destroyer enjoys his captive’s hunky body.

The Hunt for Superboy – Chapter 3
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Hunt for Superboy

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Superboy gasped as The Superboy Destroyer flew over to him. The hero paled when he realized that the villain was wearing his cape and was endowed with all of his powers. He flinched as he was picked up and carried back over to the throne in the middle of the room.

The Superboy Destroyer wrapped his arms around the chest and waist of the helpless hero. Superboy tried to struggle but it was like trying to move a planet out of orbit. He gasped as he felt his captor’s hand wrap around his still erect cock and start to tug on it.

“I bet you are wondering just who I am and how I managed to defeat you so easily!” The villain whispered seductively in his ear.

The hero moaned softly as his body betrayed him and enjoyed the molestation. His non-existent sex life was coming back to bite him in the worst way. Despite his mind’s struggle to fight back, the pleasure he felt was too great to resist. The strong muscular embrace of The Superboy Destroyer felt so nice and at the same time it scared him to death. He could feel his resistance starting to crumble as his desire to give into the pleasure started to grow.

The other fake superboys floated over to the master and knelt on the floor in front of the throne. They looked at The Superboy Destroyer with complete love and devotion and it sent a wave of terror down the hero’s spine. Was his fate to turn into them? Would the villain enslave him to be his sex slave. Normally Superboy would fight against this, but the loss and transference of his powers had severely shaken his confidence. Combined with his sexual frenzy, the boy knew that it was only a matter of time before he would submit.

“I wasn’t always like this. Hating you. In fact I once looked up to you as a rolemodel. I moved to Metropolis so that I can use my talents to help you protect the city and the world. Too bad that you just didn’t measure up.”

As The Superboy Destroyer revealed the events leading up to Superboy’s disastrous defeat, the young man moaned with pleasure as his cock was being tugged on while his nipples were being teased. He was a melted puddle of pleasure willing to do anything to have this wonderful feeling continue.

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Dr. Sven Cardoso frowned as he walked in the hallway towards his office. The early morning sun was barely rising over the horizon. Working for a prestigious research center like Star Labs should have given him a sense of pride and joy, but it didn’t. With a PhD in chemistry, Sven’s intelligence was highly sought out by all kinds of research centers. Just the other day, he received a phone call from Lex Luthor himself offering him a job at Lexcorp.

Barely in his mid-thirties, Sven was rail thin and not very attractive. All his life, his studies had been his only motivation. Even as an adult, he valued his research above all else. This was part of the reason that he was so highly sought after.

“Good morning, Dr. Cardoso,” Gwen called out cheerfully to him as he passed by.

Sven rolled his eyes and kept on walking. She was a pretty young intern going to school at Metropolis University. Obviously she was too new to understand that it was a waste of time to talk to him. Everyone else knew to only bring business to him. He had no time for small chat like the common idiots who worked here. This was not a social club, but a place of research.

Fortunately for him, his reputation was well known. Dr. Sarah Charles, who ran Star Labs, made it clear to the rest of the staff not to try and engage him other than business. She was painfully aware that he could work for anyone and was willing to do whatever it took to keep him here at Star Labs.

As he entered his office, Sven turned on his computer and prepared himself for work. On the wall around his computer screen were cut out articles from The Daily Planet. Each article centered around the heroic feats of the new hero, Superboy. It wasn’t Star Lab’s reputation or prestige that kept him working here, but Superboy. Sven never met anyone who came close to his insanely high standards until Superboy came along. His powers were godlike and the young hero was the total package. Good looks, great body, amazing powers, and a need to help protect humanity from it’s greatest evils. Despite Sven’s irritation with people in general, he used his great intellect to help mankind as well. He wanted his legacy to be remembered as a cornerstone for man’s evolution.

He had only met Superboy a couple of times, but had not the pleasure of working with him yet. The hero often came to Star Labs for assistance in his crime fighting which is why Sven was working here in the first place. He had sent his request to Dr. Charles to work with the young hero, but she had not been able to arrange something. It wasn’t a lack of effort on her part, she was well aware of Sven’s value to Star Labs. It was that Superboy was always on the go. His war against crime was a passion that Sven appreciated and understood.

As he went to open his email, the doctor felt the room start to shake. At first he thought it was an earthquake, but Metropolis never had any. This wasn’t Coast City after all. The room shook again and he rushed over to the window to see what was going on. His jaw dropped to the ground as he saw a giant robot coming straight towards the Star Labs building.

The lights flickers as the building alarms started to scream. “Everyone needs to evacuate the building immediately,” Dr. Charles voice ordered over the intercom. “We are under attack. I repeat, we are under attack. Follow Evacuation Plan 12. This is not a drill.”

Sven grabbed his coat and soon was in line with the rest of the employees to evacuate. As he got outside, he realized how close the robot was. Standing as tall as some of the buildings in Metropolis, it was an impressive creation. The doctor was quick to notice the Lexcorp logo. It looks like one of their projects got out of control again. In the background there was rising smoke from the robot’s rampage. People were screaming as they fled the carnage.

The police had shown up, but their guns didn’t even scratch the robot’s steel armor. They learned the hard way as several of their cars were smashed when they tried to stop the rampage. All they could do was direct people out of it’s path and pray for Superboy to arrive. Sven shook his head in wonder. So quickly people became totally dependent on the Boy of Steel. It was a small wonder that people could use the bathroom without having the hero holding their hand with reassurance.

Everyone gasped as a swoosh of wind blew through the air. With a streak of blue and red, Superboy had finally arrived on the scene. The robot seemed to focus all of it’s attention on the hero. It’s huge robotic hand smashed against the seemingly fragile young man. He seemed like a fly compared to the steel monstrosity. Superboy must have been caught off guard because he was tossed aside with the swat of the metal hand. Sven could hear the people’s reactions as their hero seemed to be beaten at last.

From his research on the powers of this kryptonian young man, the doctor knew that it would take much more than that to defeat his idol. He was proven right as Superboy quickly recovered and starting fighting the robot. It was an amazing thing to watch. The hero met each powerful blow quite easily with any visible effort.

Superboy was about to make the finishing blow when one of the buildings started to collapse. People screamed as they stood paralyzed in fear while thousands of pounds of steel came down on their heads. The hero reacted quickly and tossed the robot through the air before racing to save them from their deaths. Sven watched in horror as the robot smashed through Star Labs before hurling into the bay.

“NO!” He screamed with rage. His office was up in flames as was more than half of the Star Labs building. His work, his precious research all destroyed. “NOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Sven shoved people aside as he raced towards the flaming building. How could Superboy do something so idiotic! His research was on the verge of helping the entire human race. Surely a couple hundred lives weren’t as valuable as his life’s work. A deep hatred started to grow within the raging doctor. Superboy did this. The hero that he thought was the best of humanity had thoughtlessly destroyed his research. If he didn’t value knowledge that could help the world, how could he possibly use his powers responsibly.

The police had to tackle him to keep Sven from entering the burning building. He tried to fight them off, but failed as he was pinned to the ground. “You can’t go in there, sir.” An officer told him over and over again.

The flames danced in his vision as Sven trembled with anger. It was all gone. All of his work, all of his research. All gone because of Superboy. As he watched his life’s work be destroyed, Sven realized that he needed to do something about this alien menace. Superboy had proven unworthy of his powers and it was up to him to put a stop to it once and for all.

With grim determination, Sven pushed his way through the slack jawed idiots who did nothing to save his work and made his way home. His anger only manifested to a deeper hatred as he went into his home office and started to use the computer. He had a file with all the information that he gathered about Superboy. Some of the information was stolen from Star Labs while others were observations that he had made himself. He had gathered the information to be able to help Superboy in his crime fighting, but now the doctor had a much high calling.

Like his work computer, the wall in his office had various articles about Superboy pinned to it. Sven looked at the pictures taken and snarled in hatred. The hero had everyone fooled to thinking that he was looking out for mankind. Now the doctor knew that this boy was just playing at being a hero. He was going to utterly destroy him before he could do anything else that would endanger the human species. Sven grabbed a felt tip marker and drew an ‘X’ over Superboy’s face. He had a new goal and that goal was to destroy Superboy. Dr. Sven Cardoso would now be known as The Superboy Destroyer!

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Captured soldier Fry is once again displayed naked in front of the torture class while Grey discusses his profuse body hair in humiliating detail.

Afghan Hell: Part 11 – Torture Class: Fry on Display
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Fry is severely flogged and caned by various members of the torture class then taken back to his cell where he receives a visit from Grey.

Afghan Hell: Part 12 – Flogged
by DonaldSteve
Art by Amalaric
Series: Afghan Hell

He looked out over his audience. “Who has not had the privilege of using some form of torture on a subject.” A few hands went up. Grey counted and said “Twenty-five out of thirty-eight. If those with their hands up come up on the platform they will be able to flog him. Just one stroke each. I have had to limit the choice of weapon to just three. All the others will mark or cut and I do not want to do that to him. Pick your instrument and hit him hard between the middle of his back and his shoulders. You may also whip his buttocks and legs. I will warn you however.  I want no lasting marks, and I hope that won’t be a problem for you. Neither do I want him hit near the kidneys, and if you have listened to my lecture today you will know where they are. If anybody does hit his kidneys I will have no hesitation in letting that person have a taste of the instrument they chose.

The floggers were not actually whips. One was a flexible cane. Another, and very heavy in the hand, was a bound leather handle gripping one hundred strands of rubber. And the third item was a flexible rubber paddle measuring eighteen-inches long and six inches wide. There was a certain amount of excitement from the students on the platform. And when a guard adjusted Fry’s arms so that they were set wide and pulling him up on tiptoe some of the students were in visible states of excitement seeing close up the muscular back spread out in front of them. Fry looked round at the first student. He was black guy of about 22 who was sweating profusely. He held the cane in his hand and Fry watched over his shoulder as his arm came up. Fry took a deep breath and closed his eyes as it came down with tremendous force on the back of his shoulders. His body jerked and he gasped as the pain spread across his upper back burning into the skin. There was shuffle of feet and he saw the rubber strands swishing through the air landing with considerable force on the centre of his back swinging him forward with his feet off the ground. It was like being hit with a battering ram, and he bit his lower lip as he tried not to cry out. The third lash was with the rubber strands again. He yelled at the top of his voice and gagged as the pain built up and receded. The next was the paddle and that hit him wide and long over the muscles of his back. He grunted and felt the pain building up across his skin. Most of the students used the paddle and after fifteens strokes he was dazed and feeling sick. His whole back was on fire as if stroked with burning brands. Several had whipped him on the buttocks and he felt sore and tender there. He heard a warning from Grey about his kidneys but there was no pause, and at the end of the session when it finished he hung straight down from his wrists hardly able to stand. The guards released him and he would have fallen if they had not caught him.

He was carried back to his cell to recover with the administrations of the chef, who washed and bathed him applying salve to his back and buttocks before dressing him and giving him soup, food and drink. Then chained to the cot once again he tried to sleep but was aware of somebody standing over him. Opening his eyes, he was confronted by Grey who looked down on him. “You bore up well laddie.” Making Fry shift over he sat on the edge of the cot. He let his gaze wander over his prisoner’s body and Fry returned his stare defiantly. Grey seemed fascinated by the thick pelt of blonde hair that coated his forearms and remarked, “Matt laddie, you are one hell of a hairy bastard”. Fry remained silent and Grey goaded him. “I said…”

“I know what you said, Grey” Fry interrupted him. “You keep saying it. What do you want to do about it? Shave it all off? Fry laughed, ”Or is that your next trick?”

And he chuckled, Grey joining in. “Do you like being hairy?”

Fry shrugged. “It’s not all bad.”

Grey asked. “What’s against it?”

Fry looked long at him and decided to humour him. “ It makes you hot. More so than if you don’t have it. If you don’t wash it itches and you stink more. If you shave it, it still itches the next day and that can drive you crazy. If I wear loose weave shirts the hairs come through it.” He gave a big grin. “And the ladies don’t always like it.” He half laughed.” I don’t have to worry about the ladies anymore do I Grey? They are the least of my troubles.”

Grey shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe you will leave here. It is up to the leader of the freedom fighters, not me.” Then he smiled and pursued the subject. “And what’s good about having so much hair?”

Fry grinned and said “Seeing the first long hairs on your arms when you are a teenager. You think you are a man.” He paused “Oh heck! It’s me. Not much I can do about it.” He looked at Grey and a cloud came over his face. ”For fuck’s sake. You are a man. You know these things too. Why don’t you get the fuck out of here?” He turned his head away.  

Grey replied, “I don’t blame you thinking that way, but basically I am following orders. We can still be civilised to each other.” Fry refused to look at him but his body started to shake with laughter until he was almost hysterical, the tears streaming down his face. As he recovered, wiping his cheeks against the pillow. Grey put his hand on Fry’s leg. Fry erupted in fury. He turned on Grey his nostrils flaring “Take you’re your fucking hands off me you fucking queer. I warn you Grey, one day I will manage to kill you. Son of a fucking bitch. I said get your bloody hands off me.”

Grey reacted as if stunned and stormed out the cell. Fry lay there, his anger rising and as it subsided he fell into a deep sleep during which he was aware of the pain streaking through his torso. He dreamt of the lash falling on his back again and again. When he woke he was groaning and grunting, and his body was tossing from side to side and jerking as if the whip was still falling on him. He watched dawn break through the window of his cell, and slowly fell back to sleep again.

That day was a rest day for Fry as the lecture room had a guest speaker. Grey visited him frequently throughout the day and on each occasion he touched Fry in ways that made his skin crawl. Fry would not be drawn into conversations about his girlfriends, and was non-committal about his sex life. As the afternoon advanced Grey steered the conversation towards the lack of sex interest in the camp. There being no town very near where the men could relieve their sexual frustrations, Grey admitted that he too had these problems and suggested that Fry’s incarceration and chaining had prevented him from relieving himself in any way.

”You must be like a boiler ready to explode, laddie.” Grey said that night.

Fry replied, ”It is one of the last things you think about in this predicament.”

“Well” Grey murmured. ”As I suggested before we could help each other if you were willing.” He placed his hand on his arms and looked at Fry expectantly.

Fry replied “In your dreams,“ and hooted with laughter.

Grey persevered sliding his hand down the thick haired arm so that he was touching the back of Fry’s hand. “I would be good laddie. I could make it easier on you.”

Fry looked at him and said “I wonder why I don’t believe you Grey.” Then. “If you are so frustrated why don’t you go and fuck one of the horses. Though I doubt even they would enjoy it.”

A look of fury came over Grey’s face. “You fail to remember the predicament you are in, laddie.” He stormed. “I tell you this now. I have been easy on you for most of your time here. You do not realise what could happen to you.”

Fry laughed. “Easy. Fuckin’ hell. Easy!” he shouted, “The only thing here that’s easy is how far you can bend over to get your kicks.”

Grey backhanded him across his face, stunning him momentarily. “From tomorrow, Fry, I will show you how hard things can be. From now on your suffering won’t be in small short sessions in the classroom.” Spittle flew from his mouth. ”No, my wee laddie. You are here solely for my pleasure. I intend to fuck you and you will agree to it.  And until you do you will suffer a lot more than you have so far. Maybe even, all day from morning to night.” He stood up “I suggest you sleep on it,” and he turned and left he cell leaving the chef who was waiting outside to lock the door.

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Rusty suffers through the “longest day of his short life” before the humiliated prison guard is released by his satisfied captors.

Bobby – Chapter 12: (Final Epilogue) 5:45 PM
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