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Captain Invincible is taken to the rebel’s great hall where he gets caught up in an attack on the rebels by Zytracxian forces.

Captain Invincible and the Planet of Doom – Chapter 3: The Rebel Camp
by Wolfpek
Art by Amalaric
Series: Captain Invincible and the Planet of Doom

Before the super hero could ask what the Manthrax was they had entered the great hall, a long thatched wooden structure, decorated only with carved beams and columns adorned with mythic and ceremonial beasts. Atreu strode to a raised and heavily carved chair at the far end of the structure, and took his place. He sprawled out in on the throne with the careless disdain of one born to great power. He gave off such a strong aura of authority it seemed that he filled twice the space his finely tuned body actually occupied. The hero could not help but be impressed. Atreu could not have seen more than twenty three summers, yet he commanded his people with a strength and passion far beyond his years

A bound Grolaz was dragged before him. ‘These are the last moments of your life, Zytracxian. Do not meet your gods with a lie upon your lips. Why have you brought these men to this secret place?’

Grolaz grovelled, speaking to the ground. ‘Great lord, I humbly come before you with a message from my master the Emperor.’ A rumbling chuckle filled the room.

“What says your puny master?”

“The Emperor salutes the beautiful and mighty Atreu. The greatest of his adversaries, and his most worthy opponent. With the utmost respect, he extends a wish for peace, and longingly looks forward to that great day when you may meet and your sweet hole surrenders to his vengeful cock as it invades your ripe helpless ass.”

Several loose fangs clattered onto the floor as Grolaz flew across the room and landed with a loud crack against a wooden beam before an enraged Atreu even lowered his hand. The powerful chieftain grabbed his spear as the Zytracxian crawled toward him gathering his lost fangs. Captain Invincible noticed that one of them seemed to contain a small pulsing red light. “Now you die!”

The Zytracxian held up it’s slender hand as if to ward of the blow. “Wait!!!! I have one more message from Emperor.”

Atreu sneered: “What is that?”

“That day has come.”

He threw the pulsing tooth onto the floor and suddenly the hall was filled with acrid green smoke. Like geysers, a small army of Zytracxians shot from the ground. The smog was illuminated by glowing bursts like lightening in a cloud, shooting from strange alien weapons. With a high pitched whine an eerie greenish light enveloped its target, bathing the quivering, naked muscles of the victims in a moist glow as they sunk to the ground. Men fell left and right, Captain Invincible watched massive nets cover the fallen.

A young warrior called Trag struggled with a Zytracxian, as another took aim with the nasty phallic looking cylinder. He saw Atreu jump in the line of fire to save the younger man, but the smog grew dense and he could see no more. The super hero flew into action, shooting a power blast that threw the invaders off their feet.  Flying above the fray he created a cyclone effect In order to draw out the smoke and clear his view. With one motion he blasted out a powerful force field to protect the men who surrounded him, and knock the weapons from the stunned hands of the attackers. He then fell thick of the battle. Combined with the efforts of Brower and the many brave warriors, the attackers had all fallen or fled within moments.

But it was too late. Captain Invincible saw the remaining Zytracxians with unearthly speed dragging away nets filled with nude muscle. An unbound Grolaz stopped and turned. The mighty young chieftain, Atreu, hung helpless over his shoulder. The long fingers closed around the bronzed muscle of the upper thigh. The meaty naked ass bent and exposed. A prize fit for an emperor. Of course! They had exploited his super powers to locate the rebel settlement and enslave it’s brave chieftain and his men. The Zytracxian had sent his own ship into a near fatal tail spin to ‘accidentally’ bring him here. He must have been wearing a homing device.  Grolaz waived at the super hero, and disappeared with his hunky unconscious prey, under the ground of Zytrox IV.

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Captain Invincible pursues the Zytracxian attackers but he and his men are stopped in their tracks and enveloped by the Manthrax, a carnivorous flower intent on draining their seed.

Captain Invincible and the Planet of Doom – Chapter 4: The Manthrax
by Wolfpek
Art by Amalaric
Series: Captain Invincible and the Planet of Doom

Captain Invincible quickly surveyed the damage; it was not as bad as he had thought. Less than a dozen men had been taken. One or two had been grazed by the beams of light, and were too groggy to stand, but he suspected it would wear off. He shot up into the air. The raiding party had resurfaced. One of them raised a cylinder and shot out a thick spray. The hero tried to counter its trajectory, but it somehow followed him and he was hit by a light coating of the liquid. His heart raced and vision blurred as he found himself tumbling back toward the ground. Coming to himself just in time, the superhero managed to land with an awkward thud, but nevertheless unharmed in front of the great hall. “Brower!” The Lance Corporal snapped to attention and saluted, “Yes, sir!”

“Assemble a team of the best fifteen men, and leave the others to guard the settlement. We’ll have to follow on foot.” The men were quickly assembled; among them was Atreu’s ginger haired right hand man, Iuli, and a thickly muscled, broad faced youth called Trag. The hero suspected he might be too young, but there was no time to argue. Using his super tracking abilities, Captain Invincible was able to follow the course of the marauders, past the rock formations, across the plane, into a brightly coloured forest.

He monitored his speed, quick enough to keep pace with the Zytracxians, and to allow the men to keep up. Iuli was calling something, but he dared not lose them. He had to save Atreu. This forest had a strong sweet smell, but the further he ran, the scent became stronger, and sticky. Captain Invincible crossed to the far side of a clearing when he also heard Brower calling out as well. He turned impatiently to face the men who had stopped on the opposite side. “Captain, it’s Iuli,” panted Brower. “He doesn’t want to go this way, he says there is danger.”

“What danger?”

Ilui’s delft blue eyes were like saucers in his head. The silent giant finally found his voice, “Manthrax!!!!”

The Captain stood transfixed by a brilliant array of colour such as he had never before seen. Each colossal flower consisted of two gigantic iridescent petals ringed by a fan of deadly looking spikes. They had risen out of nowhere, and it was not until he noticed one seeming to arch it’s stem, vines unfurling, and beginning to plunge toward Brower that he jumped into action. As he raised his arm to blast it away, he found himself enveloped in a multi-hued new world. The blossom he had not seen had snapped him up as a frog catches a fly. Through the translucent petals he could see Brower and the men ensnared in the same fashion by the other flowers. He punched against the lightly veined, delicate looking membrane with all his super strength. It gave, and shimmered, but did not break. It did seem to ooze, however, squirting a clear warm viscous fluid that pooled at his feet and rained thick sharp pellets which ran along the curves and planes of his hard, struggling body. The sickening perfume had become nearly unbearable as the goo stuck in threads to his feet. The more he struggled against it the more stuck he seemed to become, like, like… yes that was the scent- honey! Tiny holes appeared in his costume and then grew larger as the fabric reverted to its liquid state and retreated underneath the bracers and greaves which encircled his powerful wrists and ankles.

The Captain could see through the gauze, spikes, and veins of the tubular pod that the same substance had eaten away the clothes of the other men. Gleaming wet flesh frantically pushed against the leafy walls of the dangling pods. All that was left of Brower’s uniform were the shoulder plates and thigh high boots making his bare skin seem more exposed than if he were fully naked. The gelatinous liquid had risen above the glistening, now naked sinews of his upper thighs. He strained and squirmed as it oozed around his inexplicably rock hard cock, and coated the steely breadbasket abs.

He gasped for breath as it constricted round the vast curve of his pectorals, but the saccharine perfume was unbearable. Inevitably it covered his head, the soft blond mop of hair floated as the pod was completely filled. Captain Invincible frantically clawed and kicked, but there was no way out and, as his mouth opened, his whole body spasmed and jerked to stillness as the warm goo filled his lungs.

Was this the rapture of the deep? The wild pounding of his heart echoed within the pod, and deep into his inner ears like waves crashing on some nearby shore, louder and louder, reverberating through his lungs and stomach, and down to his toes.  Shuddering waves that were his own breath. He was breathing! The liquid contained enough oxygen that he could breath. He floated still and imprisoned, but alive. The rolling breakers of his own breath were deafening within his own ear, crashing over and through his body, in ticklish waves, almost making him laugh as it passed over his solar plexus, and shiver as the tingling moved outward to his ultra sensitive skin, electric on the back of his neck, and thighs. The respiratory tide seemed to carry a soft sighing in it’s wake like Peggy Sue’s cries of ecstasy during lovemaking, and became more rapid against his eardrum and deep within his brain. Something whispered along the back of his neck that made him want to jump, continuing under his arm, the bottom of his right foot, so soft and small, like a cat’s whisker. He could see them; tiny hairs from the inside of the petals which grew toward his golden naked skin. Now one latched on to the erect wine coloured nipple which crowned the shelf of his right breast, another brushed so softly along his perineum and balls, back and forth like sea grass  concealing tiny fish which nibble so gently  at your feet in the dark water. The captive sighed as one brushed the tip of his swollen cock, and lingered. So tiny, so tiny, a micro follicle pushed its way into the slit. Too tiny to hurt, but it began to swell just a little, and he became aware of an ever so slight sucking deep, so deep within. Several had latched onto, and wrapped around, both nipples, like infinitesimal lampreys which attached themselves and tugged at the tender nubs, and also began a soft sucking motion which he could feel consuming some impossible fluids from his very male nipples. A strong hair wrapped itself around the base of his cock, and another tight around his ball sac. Some ran along his tongue, and the roof of his mouth, while two more swept along the canal of his inner ear. Others ran up and down the crack between the pert firm globes of his ass. He gasped as a tendril darted in and wormed it’s way patiently to his prostate, seemingly with a life of its own; it whirred and buzzed in his most secret and vulnerable place. The other lodged deep within his cock had swollen to a point where it was almost deliciously uncomfortable, and had begun sucking insistently, as if it wanted to drink out his very soul. This thing could read his mind. It knew exactly where and when to touch, oh so gently, to send erotic electricity to his  swirling brain and turn him into a quivering helpless mass of moaning lust, pliant to whatever the plant wanted from him.

The vine seemed to understand and seek out every spot on his firm, ripe flesh which made him shiver, tingle and burn, playing his helpless suspended body to a crescendo.

It wanted his seed. The buzzing, crashing waves had reached a feverish rhythm.

He looked out at the men trapped in the other pods, undulating and quivering at the mercy of those little hairs. He looked over at young Trag. There was nothing on his body that was not curved and defined like a young wet juicy peach. The Captain watched the ripples of his abdominal quiver, and his head fall back, tender lips parted. The beefy youth shook violently as he spurted thick ropes of cum into the hungry plant. The fluid in the pod became opaque, so he could only see the silhouette of the young warrior, now floating very still. The plant convulsed wildly and suddenly sprouted a row of small pods along its vines. In a flash, he understood that he must not cum, but the hairs gentle and insistent tiptoed along the insides of his mighty thighs, his ribcage, within the tight rings of his hole. He was watching the naked Brower squirm and struggle. Whispering sighing waves collected white hot into his center, and the sweet ache began to boil and build. He could hold back the surging tide no longer! Then there was blinding light and a rush of water. He was falling, crashing to the ground. He fell face down; hips and raging cock coming to rest on an exposed root, raising his ass nicely. His loins burned, but the tiny hair embedded in his urethra blocked the flow of semen and frustrated his intense need.

“Looks like we got this one just in time. Hurry cut the others down, bind them, and load them on the cart!” He could feel the hungry eyes upon his naked raised ass, as real as a rough slap. “Gods, look at that choice, round piece of meat!!! Have you ever seen an ass that fine?”

“Look is all you’ll do. This stud is meant for the Emperor, and no other. This is the one. They say he’s the most powerful super hero in the galaxy.”

“Doesn’t look so tough right now, does he? The cocky stud thought he’d come here and save everyone with his super strength, and now look at him, just another delicious slab of man flesh for the emperor’s hungry cock. You know, I’m told they can hear us in this state. That’s right stud, your ripe round ass belongs to the Emperor now! Haha! I hope he has a high threshold of pain.”

Their laughter sounded like air escaping from tires. He could hear them, but the waves were still rushing through him, he couldn’t move. “Better tie him up anyway. He’s had enough juice to keep him out for days, but better to be safe.”

Captain Invincible felt hot breath on the firm curve of his ass, the tentacles surrounding the creature’s mouth, and serpentine tongue, so close but just grazing the air around the granite mounds. He felt a drop of moisture on his exposed skin, which he surmised to be drool, and became intensely aware of his vulnerable nudity, and how the slick ooze from the plant coated and dripped like melted icing from his herculean muscles. The heat of the lust riveted upon his beefy haunches made his throbbing dick want to press into the exposed root, and raise his big butt up towards their ravenous eyes, but he was paralyzed. He could only lie still, exposed to the worshipful cruelty of his captors. He felt the long Zytracxian fingers close around his wrists, and tie them behind his back; the sharp nails ran gently along the curves of his inner thighs and calves to bind his ankles as well.

“Damn, look at this beauty all tied up like that! I’ve got to take him…now!!”

“No, I said this one belongs to the Emperor.  Here take the ginger one.” They pulled a limp Ilui over the edge of the cart, hoisting the freckled giant into position. Through half closed eyes, he saw the incredible strength of the Zytracxian locust legs, as they thrust upward into the warriors defenceless hole. Ilui screamed once and then made no sound as his impaled body jigged on a Zytracxian cock.

Eventually, the two creatures returned their attention to the super hero.  “Shall I throw him on the cart?”

“No. The Emperor wants this one carried, ass up, all the way back.”

Captain Invincible, defender of truth, justice, and the American way, felt himself tossed over a scaly Zytracxian shoulder; his exposed ass high above his bound wrists, blood rushing to his hanging head, his super human strength useless, completely at the mercy of the perverted monsters. “How are we supposed to make it all the way back with this stud over your shoulder without tossing him down and raping him?”

“If the temptation becomes too strong, just plough one of the hunks in the cart, but this one is off limits.”

His companion grunted, less than satisfied.

They passed Trag, still encased in his pod. “Damn, it’s too late for this one!”

“The poor hunk is too hot to leave behind; can’t we just cut him down anyway?”

“You know that could kill the plant and even harm the slave. What’ll the seedlings feed on if you take him away? No, leave this sweet morsel as a reward to the plant for making us such a fine catch, besides you can come collect him when the little podlings grow strong enough on his energy and can feed on their own. Tell you what, in a year’s time we can come out together, and take turns ploughing that delicious ass.  Now come on, we have a gift for the Emperor.” The Zytracixans continued on with their hunky burdens. The helpless stud’s limbs swaying gently as he was carried off to his doom. A muffled moan broke the silence of the empty forest. The solitary muscular figure left within the milky pod convulsed again, and the little podlings grew a bit larger on the vine.

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A promising new super hero series featuring Captain Invincible by Wolfpek in collaboration with Amalaric!

Captain Invincible and the Planet of Doom – Introduction
by Wolfpek
Art by Amalaric
Series: Captain Invincible and the Planet of Doom

The razor sharp point which pressed into his granite pectoral was no more piercing than the contemptuous gaze smoldering in the brilliant green eyes of his interrogator.

“Why to you travel with this scum?”

Captain Invincible tried to step forward but the spear pressed even harder into his chest, and the knives dug more deeply into the throats of his companion and the alien being who he had come to protect.

“Kill the Zyrtacxian, and take the others prisoner!”

Browder shot him a cautious look from inside the massive grasp of his captor…

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Captain Invincible (accompanied by a hunky marine) begins his journey to the planet of Zytrox IV in response to a desperate plea for assistance with a menacing alien force.

Captain Invincible and the Planet of Doom – Chapter 1
by Wolfpek
Art by Amalaric
Series: Captain Invincible and the Planet of Doom

Jake Tyler, the real man inside the super hero that was Captain Invincible wondered if this was all a dream. Could it be that only two days ago in centre of the universe; Texas, he lay in the arms of his fiancé; Peggy Sue, blissfully unaware of the very existence of planet Zytrox IV. They had gone further than an engaged couple should, but they were to be married in the spring, and the petite all American blonde beauty was the love of his life. She loved running her red fingernails over every ridge and sinew of his lean highly defined naked body. She couldn’t seem to keep her mouth off his oversized cock, and loved to grab onto what she called, his rock hard “bubble butt” for dear life as she yodeled with pleasure.

Then the emergency signal in his watch once again pulled him away from his human life. He made the usual excuses to the usual long suffering pursed lips, and ripping the clothes away from the perfectly tuned fighting machine that was his human body, disappeared to a safe place. His already massive biceps rippled and bulged as he joined his fingers, as in prayer and touched them, under the mop of soft boyish blond hair to his forehead. The ball of light formed and spread, until it poured like opalescent white syrup over every voluptuous curve and angle of Jake’s naked lean perfection.

The hot liquid tingled as the droplets joined and ran between the deep valley between his pectorals, outlining each abdominal ridge, and along the railroad track of his spine. Jake always shuddered as it touched the top of the dark cleft which separated the hard and meaty  buttocks, far too deep into the crevice for a Christian boy. The mercurial liquid lovingly coated the ripe naked flesh, forming into the second skin which transformed Lance Corporal Jake Tyler into CAPTAIN INVINCIBLE.

The super secret office of Global Security had received a desperate plea from a being called Emperor Krulok of the planet Zytrox IV. Unidentified attackers, believed to be of human origin, were raiding their villages and slaughtering his people: The Zyrtacxians. He believed they may be enslaving the few survivors. Word of Captain Invincible’s great strength had reached their home world and they had contacted the governments of planet earth  to ask for his help. Images of these raids had been recorded and  the very blurry scenes  of horrific carnage were now being beamed into the underground nerve center of the OGS. The action was distant and too swift to make out in detail, but a small army of human warriors chased a lager, but clearly inferior, mob of reptilian creatures and slaughtered them without mercy.  The fleeing survivors seemed  to disappear into the ground. One figure caught Jake’s eye. He could make out long black hair, and bronzed skin. The humans appeared to be wearing little or no clothing. This figure fought with a lethal skill and grace that impressed even the great Captain Invincible. The voice of the emperor, a high raspy treble, augmented by a lisping hiss, not unlike fishing wire dragged across slate, wafted from the speaker: “My emissary; Grolaz  will arrive on your planet momentarily on one of our few remaining spacecraft. I do wish time allowed us to meet in a cordial, leisurely manner, however you see our situation is dire. You must understand, Captain, the pain of my people as the families are torn apart. Entire villages are wiped out and the few survivors are carried away never to be seen again. I understand the courage it must take to step aboard a spaceship, belonging to what must seem a strange alien race. We are a humble people with little left to offer by way of compensation, but I promise you will be rewarded with everything we have to offer should you choose to help us.”

The hero was deeply moved. General Walker placed a paternal hand on the Captain Invincible’s capacious shoulder. “Son, this may be too great a risk. We know nothing about this race. Even with your superior strength and powers, who knows what’s out there on their world, or what their real intentions might be?” “On the other hand,” injected Rear Admiral Fletcher, “This is our first contact with a new life form. We could learn quite a lot from their technology.”

A true super hero is always firm but diplomatic. Arm muscles rippled and bulged as the Captain held up his hand to quell further debate. “Gentlemen, these are a suffering people who have come to us for help. Regardless of the personal risk or gain involved, it is my duty to bring them justice.” He pretended not to notice eyes rolling around the room at this noble proclamation.

“We thought you’d feel that way Captain. We have assigned Corporal Jonah Brower to accompany you on this mission.”

The hero’s insistence that he work alone was ignored. It was too dangerous, and the opportunity to explore was too great. Captain Invincible was a good American; he followed orders. Surprisingly, they had not assigned a scientist or intellectual. They sent a marine.

Brower stepped into the room with a stern but awkward nod, even more thickly muscled and powerful than Jake remembered. He hadn’t seen him since the incident  with Dr. Nefario in Egypt. The new space travel uniform designed for the Marine Corps was nearly as revealing as his own alien suit. More like an Olympic swimmer’s body suit, with a formal braided Nehru style collar.  Ribbed metallic shoulder plates exaggerated Brower’s already wide shoulders from which ran a thin layer of padding running between the curved pectorals in snakelike ribs into a point which stopped at his groin. Jake was able to see the hard work this stocky marine had put into the tight perfection of his body. The legs especially, ripped under the leggings which were pulled so tight, while the deep cleft between hip and buttock was highlighted by a dark shadow. The fabric stretched over his ample butt, its round perfection accentuated by gleaming black thigh high boots. Jake was glad to see him, but the air was thick with the memory of what had passed between them while they were captives of the lascivious super villain, Dr. Nefario. The rich brown eyes of this bull of a man revealed no emotion and his salute absolutely macho and correct, as if they had met for the first time. Jake was convinced they need never speak of it.

The tremulous voice of a nervous young aide interrupted, making both men wonder how long they had  been staring into each other’s eyes. “Sir, the spacecraft has landed. Please follow me to the hangar.”

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Captain Invincible learns that he may have been deceived when he is taken prisoner by a group of rebels.

Captain Invincible and the Planet of Doom – Chapter 2
by Wolfpek
Art by Amalaric
Series: Captain Invincible and the Planet of Doom

There was only darkness at first, so dark, only the hollow echo of their footsteps in an immense space, assured them that they were anywhere at all. An acrid smog filled the darkness with a vague sent of compost. Then with a whirr and faint hiss of releasing steam, a point of light appeared and grew larger framing a very strange silhouette; a strange greenish light emanated from the curved surfaces of the vessel. The creature called Grolaz stepped forward. It was hard to disguise the revulsion which gathered in the back of Jake’s throat. This creature had come seeking help. Just because his appearance was unpleasant, and somewhat threatening on a primal level to human eyes, does not making him less deserving of dignity or a hand offered in friendship.

A hero does not make judgments based upon appearances.

It was hard to identify its skin, as reptilian or vegetative. The unhealthy looking green and brown tones of the “skin” were highlighted by dark black at the tips of its claws and fingers. The legs, or femora, similar to those of a grasshopper, explained the curious and rapid motion of the fleeing creatures he had seen in the blurry transmissions. The bend, opposite that of a human leg, while very thin, seem to possess great power and the potential for incredible speed, balancing on an ornithopic claw with four sharp talons, three in front and one anterior suggesting an ability to balance on a branch. A sheath of cloth covered the front of its slender scaled abdomen, which seemed to serve as a sling for something extremely large, thick and pointed jutting from its groin. The arms seemed little more than bone with a light coating of lean muscle and were heavily decorated with rings of tribal jewelry, twice as long as the proportions of the body would suggest. The hands were also bizarrely long tapering into almost elegant and dexterous be ringed fingers crowned by pointed feminine black nails which beckoned with an eerie grace. The creature could clearly pick something up from the ground, or even move on all fours without bending, but it was the face which haunted him most, almost serpentine, with an exaggerated cranium that angled down into a pointed goatee. No, not a goatee; hair does not move like that. Not a goatee, but small tentacles which framed the lipless mouth from which a forked tongue darted as the creature spoke.

When Captain Invincible finally met the feline eyes he realized that the creature had been inspecting his magnificent sculpted form with the same intense curiosity and with eyes that seemed to bore through his very being. What might be termed a smile revealed a forest of sparkling fangs, and again the lisping hiss: “Greetings men of earth.  On behalf of my people, we thank you for your help. ”

The hero broke the long silence: “We hope this historic meeting will mark a long era of friendship between our two peoples.”

“Thank you, great hero. Word of your deeds and great strength has echoed to the outer reaches of the universe. You honor my humble vessel with your presence.”

A graceful gesture of the long arm indicated he should board. “Please accept the hospitality of my ship. My emperor is anxious to meet you.” Despite his natural misgivings, he could not help but be impressed by the creature’s genial accommodation. It seemed that no effort was spared to make them feel comfortable, and during the voyage Grolaz seemed anxious to show them how to operate the ship. He was willing to share anything he could, telling them of how he had survived a raid on his village when he was young, in which his whole family had been killed, and how he looked forward to a time of cooperation and stability. He could offer no explanation as to what these brigands had to gain by the relentless assaults. They seemed intent on genocide. The assistance of such a super Earth savior was anticipated greatly on his home world, and he so looked forward to showing them the beauty of his planet.

The first thing Captain Invincible noticed about the ship was it’s musty sweet smell, like a an overripe vegetable on a hot day, and somehow…sweaty; not at all the sleek gleaming corridors suggested in Star Trek. The dark leathery surfaces were irregular, and seemed to breathe, the chambers felt more like organs than cabins. He quickly learned that the ship was operated by light striking touches along a series of pulsing, glowing panels and psychic suggestions, rather than pushing buttons or pulling levers. It was tricky but kind of fun. The equipment itself appeared to grow out of the walls, rather than be placed there. Grolaz showed them to the sleeping quarters, an echoing cavernous arched space somewhat as Jake imagined the belly of Jonah’s whale. From its ribs hung hundreds of sleeping units. This ship could house and army! The hammock like bedding hung from gristly ropes upon which grew the fleshy, and surprisingly extremely comfortable “”sheet” material that was softer than a woman’s skin, and enveloped the sleeper in a warm cocoon.

It was impossible to gauge how long he slept on the journey, as fitful as his dreaming was. Just as he would drift off, it felt as if he were being stroked, so very gently, over his eyes and along his lips, the bottoms of his feet, under arms, pectorals, gliding softly over his erect nipples, along his rip cage, the insides of his legs. This grew more intense, like a massage chair he had seen once in a store, little nubs pressed into the pressure points of his neck and back and along his spine. He dreamt that some grew into little hands that held his wrists and ankles firmly in place, and as he writhed and quivered unable to wake, ticked along his ribcage and pressed insistently into his perineum and the tight crack of his pert high ass. He tried to shift away, but the rubbery fabric wrapped around his neck and the base of his leaking cock. Holding his extremities in place, the nubs rose up and down, kneading into his muscles and rolling his tight, lean body like a ship on a stormy sea. The rubbery band strangled and rubbed at his dick with ever increasing pressure. Lost in this dream, the sound of Brower’s guttural moaning rode with him over the waves, and an invisible mouth closed over his burning manhood. The ache of desire rose up within his loins. The taught muscles of his abdomen quivered at the ghostly touch, and he woke with a start. The bed was perfectly flat, as it had been when he first rested his tight tired muscles. He was still fully dressed in his form fitting super hero suit. An odd dream in an odd place. There was no one near. Captain Invincible was embarrassed when he rose by a massive erection, capped but an incriminating dark spot at the tip of his dick, impossible to hide in his revealing tights. He turned to face a shirtless red faced Brower. Sweat glistened through the coating of dark hair on his broad chest and down the valley that separated the ridges of his abdominal muscles. The dark tight spandex of his uniform pants suggested that he had a similar dream. Real men did not discuss such things. The two nodded a curt good morning, and headed toward the bridge.

Grolaz took no notice as they entered the softly glowing chamber. They were orbiting his home world. He thought he had spotted a party of the savages on his monitors, and asked Captain Invincible to use his superior powers to locate them. It wasn’t easy, but using the ship’s highly tuned equipment and his own super senses, he was able to spot movement. He honed in on what seemed a small troop. Pulling in closer, yes, there it was, the same dark haired figure moving like a panther across the plane. Who were they? There was no time for a closer look, as the ship was rocked by a violent explosion and began a tail spin hurtling toward the planet. The three worked frantically to regain control, but it was no use. Captain Invincible burst like a comet from the hatch and  flew beneath the falling ship.  He shot upward catching it in both hands above his head. Pushing the space craft upward in order to slow its fall, as the ground sped closer and closer. After a tremendous effort, he was able to slow, then stop, the plummeting vessel, finally laying it like a feather on the ground. Only when he heard the hiss of the portal and Grolaz and Brower step out safely did he allow himself to collapse on the ground and collect a much needed breath. That’s when he felt the tip of the spear on his chest.

The band of warriors had approached without a sound, and Captain Invincible found himself surrounded by a group of the most beautiful specimens of masculine perfection he had ever seen assembled in one place. A colossal bronzed arm encircled Brower’s heaving chest, while the other held him in place with a dagger under his square and stubble covered jaw. Another dagger rested against the slender throat of the trembling Grolaz. Holding the business end of the spear was the mysterious figure Captain Invincible had noticed in the emperor’s transmissions. Like his comrades he was naked but for a string tied low around his lean hips, from which was draped, front and back, a strip of fabric just enough to cover what the Captain surmised to be an impressive manhood. A wide gold torque circled his thickly sinewed neck from which hung a large disk riding high on the full pert muscles of his chest. Gold hoops hung from his ears, encircling his ankles, wrists, and biceps. He alone wore a gold circlet around his head indicating rank, contrasting with the long hair pulled back in a knot at the back of his head, which fell like a raven’s wing gently brushing the massive and intricate muscles of his shoulder and upper back. Each of these men was hewn entirely of muscle suggesting a Spartan life of battle, and hard work; completely devoid of luxury or excess.

Hatred glowered from the rugged, masculine face, framed by a large and slightly crooked nose. Bright green fire burned underneath the thick dark brows, and a voice like sweet chocolate at the bottom of a dark well greeted him: “That was an impressive trick, but if you attempt to use this magical strength to free yourself, your friends will die. I will ask again ‘Who are you, and why do you travel with this excrement?”

“I am called Captain Invincible, this is my companion Lance Corporal Jonah Brower. This creature, Grolaz, has asked for our help, and is traveling under our protection. We mean you no harm.”

The dark warrior snorted: “No harm???!!!” A murmur of amazement rippled through the troop, and a ginger haired giant stepped forward and whispered in his commander’s ear. “Luli here seems to have heard of you. He was born on Earth, and says you are a great hero among your people, yet you travel freely with this creature. You are not his captive, nor he your prisoner. Can it be that you know not what you travel with?”

“I am sworn to protect him, and will do so with my life if necessary.” The dark warrior  shook his head in amazement, and nodded to some of his men. “Bring the Zyrtacxian to the great hall for questioning, and search him for weapons. These two will come with us. It seems we must enlighten them. Captain, you have my word no harm will come to it until we learn it’s purpose here. I am called Atreu, and I am the leader of the last free settlement of men on this planet.”

They followed him through a fissure in a nearby rock; the naked musculature of the warrior’s legs and backsides rippled and strained as they ascended the steep pass until they came to a pleasant valley and passed through fields tended by women and children. The younger women were exquisite beauties who giggled and bowed as Atreu and his men approached. It was the first time the stern warrior smiled. “I have sired more than eighty of these children myself. It may seem barbaric to you, but we must be prolific in order to thrive and to take this world. I am chieftain of this settlement. I have killed more of these creatures than any other, and have destroyed more of their cities. On our world, the more you achieve in battle the more women you may choose from. This settlement stands alone, because my men and I have kept it free.”

“Forgive me but I don’t understand?”

A shadow passed over Atreu’s handsome face. “Your Zyrtacxian friend has not been honest with you.” he stopped to lock eyes with the superhero. “You may have noticed that the people of this settlement are of all of the races of mankind. All of the humans you see here are descendants of planet Earth. The Zyrtracxians have been secretly raiding your world for centuries, abducting and enslaving only the strongest most attractive specimens of the human race. Over the years some have escaped and founded rebel settlements in remote corners of the planet. This is the last of such communities. We are well hidden and defended. We are strong and our ranks are growing. They are a difficult enemy. They have many weapons, and often travel under the ground. But, one day soon we will take this planet as our own.”

“Why not escape and return to earth?”

“Return? I have never known earth. This is my home world. I was born a free man on Zytrox IV. I have never been a slave, which is why I lead. We will rid the universe of this plague and take what is ours!”

“I don’t understand. If this is true, for what purpose do they enslave humans?”

The dark brow furrowed, “The Zyrtracxians came in the time before time, and they came here from their home world after a disease killed the female of their kind. No longer able to reproduce, they came and wiped out the more advanced people that once owned this land, and adopted their technology. Over the years they were able to design a, how do you say? A symbiotic relationship with a native vegetative organism to ensure the survival of their race.” What came next was clearly difficult to say. Atreu walked forward in silence. “They need us in order to… reproduce…” The pair passed two rows of spikes upon which were impaled Zytracxian heads in various stages of decay. The super stud wanted to ask how, but could sense this was not spoken of among these people.

As  they neared the central wooden structure, he had to ask a question which had been nagging him, “I can’t help but notice, the presence of some older women in the encampment, but all the men I have passed are young.”

Atreu turned his gaze away. “The women are of no interest to the Zyrtracxians, they bring them here only to breed with us. It is human males they crave. They hunt the young, the strongest, the fastest and most able warriors to satisfy their insatiable need. They…do not allow us to grow old. After we are…given over to the Manthrax  we do not age. Some of these young men you see here are actually over one hundred earth years old. This is why we are unable to understand why they have allowed you to travel freely with them. You both seem to be the kind of men that they seek. You arrived here on one of their slave ships. You must have seen the torture beds that they use to imprison their helpless captives during transport. I am told that they lock their prey in place and torment them throughout the journey.”

So it hadn’t been a dream!

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James East is captured by the evil Dr. Miguelito, humiliated, and milked of his cum in this member submitted reinterpretation of the Wild Wild West series. Thanks swphllyboi!

East is West – Part 1
by swphllyboi
Series: East is West

Jim East exited the train at Bedlow Springs; he was scheduled to meet his partner at the town hotel. Artemus Seagram was returning from Washington after meeting with the head of the Secret Service. He had telegrammed Jim to meet him here and discuss their new assignment.

When Jim arrived at the hotel, the desk clerk told him that Artemus had left the hotel yesterday and had not returned but had sent a message back for Jim.

“Jim, I have a lead on some counterfeiters operating in this area. I need you to meet me by the waterfall north of town. I have set up camp in a cave to the right of the falls.”

”So how did you get this message if Mr. Seagram has not been back to the hotel?”

“One of the local lads is working out at the quarry past the falls; he was coming into town for supplies. Mr. Seagram was waiting by the side of the road and asked him to drop the message off here”.

“I was thru here a couple years ago and the quarry was closed down, when did they start working it again?”

“About 6 months ago a new owner hired a crew and started working the quarry. Since the railroad came thru here it makes moving the stone and gravel easier”

Jim got the key to Artie’s room and went upstairs. The room was neat, way too neat. Artie usually had every surface in his rooms covered with supplies, clothes or papers. Jim searched the whole room and could find nothing to help him understand why Artie was camped outside town.

There was nothing more to do until tomorrow morning. Jim stripped off his travel clothes wrapped a towel around his waist and went down the hall to the shared bath. Pleased to find there was plenty of hot water available he soaked in the tub for a while before he went back his room.

Jim climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep. He woke up early the next morning, had breakfast and got directions to the waterfall. He had to follow the main road north out of town and after a few miles he was to watch for a turnoff right after the road curved.

Jim hired a horse at the livery stable and headed out of town. He passed several loaded quarry wagons heading into town. It took over half an hour to get to the falls. The ground fell away sharply down from the narrow dirt road to the pool at the base of the falls. Jim tied the horse to a tree and made his way down the hill. It took him another 15 minutes to find the cave. No sign of Artie, in or out of the cave. He searched around to see if there were any other caves nearby but didn’t find any.

When he went back to where he had tied up his horse, it was gone. He looked around to see if the horse was grazing nearby but no luck. His canteen and saddle bags were still with the horse wherever it had gone. Jim decided if the horse got loose it probably headed back to the livery stable. His best option was to walk back to the main road and hope to catch a ride on one of the quarry wagons.

It was a hot day, after he started back to the road Jim took off his jacket, his shirt was soaked with sweat and stuck to him. He felt a little embarrassed to see that his dark nipples and chest hair were so visible thru his wet shirt. So far this whole trip had sucked. Jim wondered where Artie could be and why he hadn’t just stayed at the hotel until Jim got to town. He was hot, thirsty and completely disgusted by the time he got back to the road. He found a shady spot and leaned against a tree to wait for a passing wagon.

It was well over an hour before he heard wagon wheels approaching. An empty wagon was heading back to the quarry. When Jim stepped into the road the driver stopped.

“Hi, I hired a horse to ride out the falls. I tied it up while I looked around but somehow it got loose. I need to get back to town. Will there be another wagon heading back to town coming this way?”

The driver shook his head.

“Won’t be any more full wagons heading into town today, there will be one more coming back empty to the quarry.”

“I’m happy to pay you for a ride back to town.”

The driver shook his head again.

“These horses are tired. I have to get them back to the quarry, they need to be rested so they can pull a full load tomorrow.”

“What are the chances of someone else heading into town?”

Again the driver shook his head, Jim wondered if it ever went in a positive direction.

“Not much chance. Stagecoach won’t be thru here for a few more days. No one much lives out this way. Quarry traffic is mostly what uses this road. You can hitch a ride to the quarry with us and go into town tomorrow with a full wagon. We’ll give you a meal and a bed.”

Jim considered his options, spend the night here by the side of the road or go back to quarry. Wasn’t really much of a choice.

“Thanks, guess I’ll take you up on the offer of a meal and a bed.”

Since the driver had a silent helper on the seat beside him, Jim climbed into the back of the wagon. It was covered with dust and gravel remnants but beggars can’t be choosers. The driver looked back at Jim and smiled to see how transparent his shirt had become.

“Looks like the heat kind of got you hot & bothered.”

The silent helper handed Jim a canteen, grateful he took a couple big swallows before he handed it back. After a few minutes Jim felt strange, he tried to say something but couldn’t form any words. He tried to reach towards the wagon driver but instead fell over, his face resting on the gravel in the bottom of the wagon.

The driver turned around and gave a quick laugh.

“That’s right Mr. East, you have yourself a little rest.”

Jim didn’t even wonder how the man knew his name. He felt powerless, he could move his arms and legs but not really lift them, suddenly he realized he had pissed himself. His pants were soaked and a puddle formed in the bottom of the wagon.

Jim grunted and the 2 men looked around and laughed, he could feel his face turn red from embarrassment.
“Now you is wetter down bottom than up top.”

The men turned around still laughing. He couldn’t make out what the driver was whispering to his helper and annoyance quickly overcame his feelings of embarrassment. He tried again to sit up but instead he felt like he was in a dream, somewhat aware of his surroundings but really not caring or even fully conscious.

As they pulled up to the quarry gates Jim felt a little more with it, he was able to raise himself up on his elbows and look around as the gates were opened and the wagon moved into an open area. Buildings formed a square around the open area; the main building was 2 stories and had a large open porch in front.

Jim was able to see over the side of the wagon. He spotted a familiar figure, one he had run into many times before. Dr. Miguelito Morelike was a dwarf with a brilliant, but evil mind. Over the years he had come close to destroying Jim East but in the end was defeated each time.

However, Jim & Artie were never able to capture him. The wagon driver and his helper grabbed Jim under his arms and pulled him out of the wagon. Feeling stronger Jim was able to stand on his own.

“Dr. Morelike what a surprise to see you.”

“Ah, Mr. East, we have been preparing for your arrival. I have a nice long visit with us planned for you. Mr. Seagram has been our guest for a few days. I am sure he will be delighted to see you.”

Jim shrugged and smiled at the little man.

“People know where I am, so I don’t think we will enjoy your hospitality for too long a time.”

“No one who knows where you are has any intention of letting your fellow agents know anything about your whereabouts. I have a couple jobs in mind for you while you are here and we will need to prepare you to take on those tasks. It will be better if you aren’t completely aware of what is happening.”

A man dressed in medical whites had come up behind Jim and now stuck a syringe in his arm. Jim felt the fogginess return as he sunk down onto the packed gravel covering the square.

For the next few hours it was like he was dreaming. He was aware that he was loaded onto a stretcher and taken into a building. His clothes were roughly removed from him. Then there was a period where he felt pulling everywhere on his body. He was turned in different directions, his arms and legs raised and lowered. At times he was almost fully aware of where he was, at other times it was all dreamlike and for short periods of time he was unaware of anything.

Jim grunted as he felt pain in first one nipple and then the other. He tried to move his hands to his groin as he felt his cock and balls tugged but was unable to effectively move any part of his body. Another grunt as he felt something enter his ass and a period of fullness until he was backed onto a chamber pot as his bowels emptied of the liquid that had been pumped into them. He was mostly unaware that he had 2 additional enemas.

Jim was not sure how much time had passed before he came back to full awareness. His arms were held above his head and he could not lower them. He was able to stand and relieve some of the pressure of hanging from his arms. Something thick around his neck kept him from looking down.

His chest ached and his gums was sore, as he moved his tongue around he found a gap in his teeth on both sides. Standing in front of him was a group of men, Dr. Morelike and Artie among the group. Artie had a vacant look on his face and his arms were attached to thick belt at his waist. He was nude except for that belt. A man stood behind Artie and Jim could see the thin wire digging into his neck, the man held a block of wood that the wire was attached to.

Once he was sure Jim had emerged from his drug stupor Dr. Morelike came closer.

“Mr. East welcome back from never-never land. As you can see we brought Mr. Seagram here to see you. I think he knows where he is but he has been fed his own special drug cocktail. You can see that Jacob is holding a wire garrote around his neck. The wire is very strong and very sharp. A quick hard tug and Mr. Seagram’s neck would be cut, the loss of blood and inability to breathe means he would die very quickly. If you make any attempt to harm myself or my men or attempt to escape, your partner will be killed. I want to be sure you understand that.”
Jim glared at his captor.

“I understand but you should understand that this plan is doomed to failure like all your past attempts.”
Dr. Morelike laughed.

“You are talking pretty big for someone who pissed his pants a short time ago.”

He motioned to 2 other men who pulled a tall object covered in a red cloth in front of Jim.

“Now my dear Mr. East I think it is time for the unveiling of the new you.”

He pulled the cloth off, revealing a large mirror. Jim could not help gasping at what was revealed. Jim East was proud of his body. He worked hard to keep it in top condition and wore clothes that showed it to best advantage. He felt his ample covering of hair enhanced the masculine look of his body, not so much that he looked like a bear but enough to let people know he was all man.

Now his body had been stripped of all hair except for a strip down the middle of his skull. Even his eyebrows were gone. The smooth look was enhanced by a coating of oil that made his bare skin gleam. A golden ring hung from each nipple. His cock and balls were gathered by a wide ring that held them slightly away from his body.
He had thick golden cuffs around his wrists and ankles. The cuffs around his wrist were attached to ropes that held his arms up in the air. His fingernails and toenails were painted a bright red.

“You sick fuck, what have you done to me.”

Dr. Morelike looked offended.

“My dear man, does that mean you don’t like your new look. We worked really hard on this. It will be disappointing if all that work was in vain.”

Jim didn’t respond.

“You will have a couple jobs while you are with us. First, I have always been an admirer of your excellent body. I plan to create an army of super beings to assist me in my work. I will use your sperm to create this army. There is quite a bit of testing I still need to do so we will need quite a bit of sperm from you.

Second, I know you like to stay physically active so we are going to use you to help pull the wagons that bring the stones up from the quarry floor. Sort of a human jackass, which I have always kind of felt you are. You probably have noticed we have removed some teeth to allow a control bit to fit in your mouth better.

I don’t wish to have the beauty of your body marred so if you don’t cooperate we will cane Mr. Seagram’s ass each time you cause any problem. Each time you disobey or are uncooperative your friend will suffer.

If you attempt to escape at any time we will remove one of Mr. Seagram’s testicles, a second attempt and he loses a second ball. A foolhardy third attempt and I will remove his penis.

Of course, if you are somehow able to successfully escape, your dear friend Artie will be killed, in as gruesome a way as possible. Something that will bring him great pain at the end of his life.”

Jim simply glared at the little man gloating in front of him. The other men in the room was smiling. Morelike gave a signal and suddenly Jim’s legs were pulled wide apart by ropes attached to his ankle cuffs.

His captor moved closer and grasped his cock.

“This looks quite nice now that we have gotten rid of all that hair. It feels so smooth with the body oil coating it. The oil makes you looks so nice and it also inhibits new hair growth. It effects may be permanent after continual use.”

Jim said nothing and just looked straight ahead, avoiding looking at Dr. Morelike. The good doctor pulled back Jim’s foreskin and examined the exposed head. He rubbed his hand over Jim’s smooth stomach, back to his impressive ass.

Firm, pure white buttocks formed a deep cleft, masking his tiny rosebud of an asshole. A small finger gathered oil and then made a quick penetration into his asshole and wiggled around inside the smooth passage.

Jim gasped at the sudden intrusion.

“I will kill you for this.”

The doctor laughed.

“Such a big fuss over such a tiny finger. Your friend Artie has had several pretty large dicks up his ass. Gentlemen show Mr. East what a truly violated asshole looks like.”
The garrote was loosened and they turned Artemus around so his back was toward Jim and bent him over and spread his ass cheeks. His asshole was swollen and red, the spreading of his ass caused it to open slightly and Artie groaned with pain.

Jim felt tears come to his eyes but did his best to keep his emotion in check.

“You know Mr. East I was never quite sure just how close you and Mr. Seagram are. To my surprise his ass was virgin and your hole feels virgin tight to me as well.”

“If it is the last thing I do I will make sure you pay for what you have done to Artie.”

“It appears you feel your ass is more valuable than Mr. Seagram’s. You threatened to kill me for a single exploratory finger and for Mr. Seagram’s gang bang we are just going to pay.”

Jim refused to be drawn any further into the conversation and remained silent.

“Let’s get out guests settled for the night. Mr. East has a big day tomorrow.”

Jim’s arms were lowered and the ropes removed from his cuffs. As two men pulled his arms behind his back Jim resisted and pushed them away. With his legs still fastened there was little he could do as the men grabbed his arms again and secured the wrist cuffs together with a short chain.

Dr. Morelike looked on with an amused smile.

“Mr. East I really wonder just how good a friend you really are. You were warned that your dear friend Artie would pay for any non-cooperation from you. I think 2 cane strokes are called for here.”

Before Jim could say anything a cane was produced and Artie screamed as his ass was hit twice, leaving livid red marks that immediately swelled.

Jim was horrified.

“For God’s sake why did you do that?”

“You were warned what would happen. The next time it will be four strokes and then six. Poor Artie won’t be able to sit down for months between his sore asshole and the cane strokes you give him. Your ass is just too beautiful to mar. Even you seem to understand that your friend’s ass is not is the same category as yours.”
Jim remained silent as his ankle cuffs were untied and a leather leash was attached to his collar. He was lead outside and across the square to a stable. One of the stalls had fortified walls and bars in the front. In one corner was a pile of hay, in another corner was a commode.

Hanging from the wall was a rubber dick.

“Jimmy if you get thirsty you can suck on that dick, modeled from Dr. Morelike, and you can have all the water you want. Try and get a good night’s sleep, you have a busy day tomorrow.”

They unhooked his leash; one guard went outside and locked the door while the other guy took the chain off his wrist cuffs.

“Now you go ahead over and get all comfy in your hay, remember if you give us any trouble we bring your friend over here and he gets four strokes of the cane.”

Jim went over and lay down in the hay, which he was surprised to find was soft and sweet smelling. Once he settled in the second guard left. The door in the bars was slammed and moments later the stable was plunged into darkness. Jim couldn’t even see his hand in front of his face. He could hear the animals in the other stalls and smell them. He hunkered down in the hay and amazed himself by quickly falling asleep.

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Jim learns of the torments in store for him under Dr Miguelito’s control.

East is West – Part 2: Jim Learns his Jobs
by swphllyboi
Series: East is West

Jim East woke up with the sun streaming down on him from the skylights above his stall. It took a moment for him to remember where he was.

The previous day seemed like a bad dream but as he looked down at his hairless body with gold rings hanging from his nipples he knew it was no dream. Jim looked around to try and come up with some plan of escape.

He was incredibly thirsty and hungry; he realized he hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast the day before.  A few moments later a wooden tray was shoved thru a slot in his stall door.  He looked around the stall for a toilet.  In one corner he saw a wooden box half filled with sand.

Jim went over and pissed over the side into the sand.  Breakfast was grits and a few strips of bacon.  There were no liquids served with breakfast.  He saw the rubber cock sticking out of the wall and he remembered that was his source of water. Jim accepted the inevitable, shrugged and went over and knelt in front of the cock.

As a handsome, very young soldier, he had sometimes performed in a similar position for his commanding officer. He leaned forward opened his mouth and sucked.  With little effort the cool water flowed into his mouth.

The stall door swung open, the two guards gave a quick bark of laughter when they saw Jim sucking on the water cock.

“Well Jimmy you finish up there, we have to get you ready for your day.”

Jim got his feet and stood while the guard attached the leash to his collar. Suddenly he knocked down the guard fastening the leash and punched his partner before running to the open door.

Four additional guards stood in the stall doorway, behind them stood four other men. One of those men was holding a leash attached to Artemus Seagram’s collar.

“Jimmy you are starting out the day being naughty. You know what that means.”

A thin cane appeared, Artie was spun around so his back faced Jim. The 2 cane marks from yesterday were vivid red marks on the pale white ass. Two guards held him steady and another quickly gave Artie 4 strikes of the cane.

The scream that came out of Artie sounded inhuman. Jim, speechless with horror focused on the four new raised red welts. One crossed a welt from the previous day which caused the skin to split and line of bright red blood was starting to run down Artie’s leg.

“Shit Jimmy I am sure glad you aren’t my friend! This poor man won’t have any skin left on his ass if you keep acting up, next time he gets 6 strokes.”

A horrified Jim meekly allowed his guards to lead him to a large tiled room. Artie was marched into the room, tears running down his face and his breath still coming in gasps.

Two attendants wearing runner aprons and gloves took charge of Jim.  They fastened the cuffs on his wrists to chains which they raised until his hands were pulled above his head.  They took soapy cloths and wiped him down from his head to his feet, raised each foot in turn to wash the soles.  Then they used a hose with a spray nozzle to rinse him with cold water.  The rings thru his nipples were rotated and they rubbed salve on his nipples.

“We want those to heal properly without any infection.  You sure don’t want to have your nipples cut off.”

His hands were lowered and he was bent over.  A hose with a greased nozzle was pushed up Jim’s ass.  He gasped at the intrusion but made no move to resist.

Once his bowels were filled he was pushed back over a large bucket and released the water and shit.  After 2 more enemas, the discharge was clear water.

“Open your mouth wide.”

Jim did as he was told and a hard rubber bit attached to a leather harness was fitted into the spaced created by his extracted teeth. A plate attached to the bit held his tongue flat against the bottom of his mouth.  This prevented him from talking; it made swallowing difficult so after a few minutes a thin line of drool started running out of both sides of his mouth.

The attached leather harness was tightened around his head and under his chin to hold the bit in place.  Jim started to pull away but one handler rubbed his butt and told him to calm down before Artie got another caning.

Jim stood in place while metal braces were slipped on his arms.  Leather straps secured them above his elbows and they attached to his writs cuffs.  The braces held his arm in a bent position.

“These will help you hold on to the wagon poles.  Nothing but the best for you Jimmy.”

Oil was spread over his entire body; this was to inhibit any regrowth of hair and to keep him from getting sunburned.  Finally the strip of hair left on his head, his mane, was pomaded and made to stand straight up.

One of the guards attached the leash to Jim’s collar and led him out of the building and across the square to the main building.  Dr. Morelike and several other white coated helpers were waiting.  The doctor smiled as Jim was lead into the room.

“Jimmy, so glad to see you.  I’m sure you are anxious to get to your quarry work but as I told you yesterday, there is another task that I need you accomplish.”

Jim was pushed into a chair in the center of the room.  His arm braces were lined up with the wooden arms of the chair and several leather ties were used to secure his arms to the chair’s arms.

His feet were placed into stirrups and more straps were used to secure his legs.  The back of the chair was lowered until Jim was leaning back and 2 clips were attached to his collar to keep his head from moving too much.

The legs stirrups were raised up and swung out as far as they would go to each side.  Finally a wide leather belt was fastened around his stomach.

Jim was mortified to be so blatantly displayed; the mouth bit and tongue plate prevented him from talking.  His small pinkish brown asshole coated in residual lubricant from his enemas seemed to twinkle in the sunlight streaming in the large windows of the room.

Dr Morelike came up beside him.  He stroked Jim’s face with his soft, small hand.

“Poor Jimmy, now you can understand how it feels to be defeated.”

He followed this statement with a small harsh laugh.

To Jim this was all like some nightmare that he was trying to wake up from.  Was it really only two days ago when he was a free, respected government agent?

Jim was used to being in control of every situation but new he worried about what else was in store for him as long as he remained a captive of this madman.  The doctor grabbed Jim’s cock, it was an uncut, relatively thick cock on the large side of normal.

As he slid Jim’s foreskin down to reveal his rose colored cock head, the doctor smiled.

“I have always thought you had had a beautiful penis.  Never has it been so completely in my control.  It is quite thrilling to see you unable to even pull away from my touch.”

He motioned to one of his henchmen who quickly came over, bent over and took Jim’s cock into his mouth.  Jim tried desperately to say No but was only able to mumble and grunt.  Despite his efforts to prevent it, Jim felt his cock stiffen, all his cock knew was that it was in a warm mouth and a tongue was lavishing the sensitive head with attention.

Before it was fully hard Dr Morelike pulled a rubber tube over the cock. The tube was lubricated so it slid easily over Jim’s cock and 3 small hooks secured the tube to the ring around Jim’s cock & balls.

The tube was connected at the other end to a glass vial attached to the side of the chair.  Before Jim could really comprehend was had happened to him, another of Morelike’s men and slid a well lubricated finger into his ass.  The finger probed his colon until a grunt from Jim confirmed the location of his prostate.  A thin metal probe with a ball at the end was nudged up against his prostate and the finger was withdrawn.

Jim couldn’t see that the probe had a thick rubber handle and a wire that connected with a console where the doctor now stood.  A button was pushed and an electric charge flowed through the wire to the probe which was held against Jim’s sensitive prostate.

As the electric charge hit him, every muscle in his body seemed to cramp, his buttocks clenched and a pig like squeal emerged from his mouth.

At the same time his cock delivered 5 spurts of semen into the rubber tube. The semen slid quickly down the smooth tube into the glass vial.  A second later another electric charge was sent thru the anal probe and then another.

The fourth charge resulted in a mostly dry orgasm which increased Jim’s pain. Tears of frustration, humiliation and anger escaped from his clenched eyes and his breath was coming in gasps.

The probe was removed, the repeated charges caused his ass to secret thin mucous which started to trickle down his ass crack and drip onto the floor.  As his mind cleared, Jim realized the probe had been removed and Morelike was again stroking his face.

“You did well Jimmy.  This should be enough for our initial testing.”

The doctor moved down lower on Jim’s body.  His grabbed Jim’s right ball stuck a syringe into the ball and injected the contents into the testicle.

Jim’s screech was even louder than during the prostate stimulation.  The doctor repeated the procedure to Jim’s left ball.

“This will increase your sperm production.  Don’t be concerned if your balls burn or grow larger that is a normal result of this treatment.”

The doctor and his white coated assistants left the room with the vial of semen.  Jim’s handlers came over, removed the rubber tube and wiped Jim’s cock clean of lubricant.

As they removed his restraints, Jim lay still & quiet.  Physically he was in pain and mentally he could hardly comprehend what he had been subjected to by his enemies. He was pulled to his feet and led by the leash back to the stables.

Jim was put in a chair and the arm braces were fastened down.  His handler oiled his feet and legs and pulled on his pony boots.  They were highly polished black leather.  Inside they were fitted so his heels were held higher than his toes.  This allowed the boots to be shorter than a normal boot and to more closely resemble a pony’s hoof.  They were laced tightly in the front and came up about mid-calf on his legs.  Once his pony boots were fastened, blinders were attached to his harness and some small bells were hung on his nipple rings.  Tight leather gloves were pulled on his hands.

Once they got him back up on his feet they told him to squat so that a butt plug with a horse tail attached could be inserted into his ass.  Jim started to struggle as he felt the butt plug against his asshole.  It had a thin end with a rubber ball which would keep the plug in place once it went past his sphincter.  The tail attached was a couple feet long with long a thin pole holding genuine horse hair.

Once of the handler rubbed his ass to calm him.

“Come on now Jimmy, be a good boy.  This is going in your ass whether you like it or not. You relax your butthole and it will be easier for you”

A hard shove and the plug was in place, Jim strained to try and force the ball out of his ass.

“Just settle down now Jimmy.  Relax and let yourself get used to the feeling of your tail.  If you do push it out we’ll just put a bigger ball on there and that is really going to hurt going in.  It might even tear your ass muscle.”

Jim realized he had no choice and tried to get used to the feeling of his ass being stuffed.  The men gave him a couple minutes to adjust before they walked him to the door, his nipple bells ringing with his every movement.  They held on his outstretched arms to steady him.  Walking in his pony boots was almost like wearing ladies’ high heels so Jim’s balance was not really good.

Right outside the door was his wagon. They backed him between the handles and attached his arm braces. The braces forced his body into a tilted forward position which allowed Jim to make the best use of his leg muscles to move the wagon.

A thin boy of about 18 or 19 sat on the wagon seat.  The handlers attached reins too his harness and handed the other end to the wagon.

“Take Jimmy down to the quarry and get the wagon filled.”

“Now Jimmy you behave for Colin or we’ll get your buddy Artie brought over here and beat the flesh right off his ass.  The Doc wants you to do a good day’s work.”

Colin pulled the reins tight which made Jim lift his head. Then he flicked the reins and Jim moved forward, it was a small wagon and he found it pretty easy to pull.  The road down to the quarry was a pretty gradual grade and being fastened to the wagon rails helped Jim keep his balance but his feet quickly started to ache from being held in their odd position.  At the bottom of the quarry several men loaded the wagon with small stones.

The blinders prevented Jim from seeing anything that was not directly in front of him.  Once the wagon was loaded, Jim started up the quarry road.  He found it hard going to pull the full wagon but not impossible.

Colin guided the trip with firm pulls on the reins.  At the top, the wagon was unloaded and they started back down. After three round trips Jim was exhausted, covered in sweat and he was finding it hard to breath.

His nostrils were clogged with dust from the quarry and his mouth was incredible dry although a water boy had washed it out each time his wagon was unloaded.  His handlers were waiting and had him pull the empty wagon to the stable yard.  They released his arm braces from the wagon and led him into the stable.  Jim wondered what else was in store for him and how the day could be any worse than it had been up to now.

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Ajax is publicly whipped for losing the wrestling match then is bound and made to cum by two curious house slaves.

Antebellum – Chapter 8: The Morning After
by Drum
Art by Amalaric
Series: Antebellum
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I was woken by Herbert carrying my collar, shackles and manacles and some lengths of chain. ‘Sorry, nigger, but I have to do this,’ he said as he locked the collar on and then my manacles and shackles. Chains connected them and I was led out to the yard, my collar locked by a chain to a post, to stand on display as the other slaves went off to the fields. If anyone asked why I was to be punished I was to reply, ‘Because I lost a wrestling bout.’ The Master had explained I had to do this first to show humility that I deserved the punishment and secondly so I would have it drummed into my head why I was to be punished and would not, ‘like some dumb nigger’, forget it.

gEventually Mr Raikes came and took me to the frame where I was held stretched in an X shape. They pulled off my cloth and left me naked. A few niggers were assembled. ‘This is what happens when you don’t come up to your Master’s expectations. Ajax lost a wrestling bout last night and must pay the price. He fought well, though, so the Master has decided he will not receive a full 39 lashes with the bullwhip. He will take 20 with the driving whip.’ Mr Raikes said. It had often disturbed me that when I saw a slave being flogged I became aroused and that on the rare occasions I was flogged the same thing occurred. I prayed I could control myself. I heard the Master’s voice behind me, ‘Proceed, Mr Raikes, try not to damage him.’ I heard the whistle of the lash directly before it crossed my upper back. I grunted with the pain and shock. The next fell and I wanted to cry out but held firm. To my horror I felt the stirring in my loins. The third crossed my buttocks and seemed to burn a line. My cock was semi-erect and my back seemed to be on fire. By the fifth and sixth I was hard and my cock speared the air in front of my shaking and shuddering body.

From what I could detect the other niggers paid little attention to this embarrassment. At 10 lashes a bucket of cold water was thrown over my burning back. I had a raging erection like I had never enjoyed before with my cock pointing vertically up my stomach. I silently prayed that they finish the flogging before I shot my load. I tried to wipe out any thoughts that might make me climax. I thought about the inhuman treatment the Master had meted out to me last night.

At last they had finished and let me down. ‘Go with Henry and Herbert and work under them this morning, nigger. They have full powers to use the cane or whip if you don’t instantly obey them. Remember they are skilled houseslaves and you are just a fieldslave,’ the Master said. I bowed my head to try and conceal my wet eyes, ‘Yes Master.’ I said. Henry gave me a cloth to tie and took me inside. He sponged my back and I washed myself and then he applied some oil to my skin which caused the burning sensation to ease off. I was given a good breakfast, porridge, a slice of bacon, some white bread – all leftovers from the Master’s table.

When I had finished Henry and Herbert came in, ‘Stand up, boy.’ Henry said, ‘Listen to a few words of slave manners, nigger. You address us, as your superiors, as “sir”, understand?’ ‘Yes sir.’ I said. ‘You remember what the Master said, we have the power to use the cane and whip on you if you vex us, understand?’ ‘Yes sir.’ ‘We have decided you won’t be permitted pants and a shirt when you are working under us today, just a brief loincloth or pouch, understand?’ ‘Yes sir.’ ‘You know why we have decided that, boy?’ ‘No sir.’ I said lying. ‘Guess, nigger. Guess why we want you near naked around us, nigger.’ ‘May be because you want to see my big muscles working, sir. Plenty of folk enjoy watch me and my muscles working naked, sir.’ ‘There, boy, you ain’t so dumb.’ He looked at Herbert and sniggered, ‘Now, boy, to test your muscles are up to the work we have for you we want to see you naked and examine your body.’ ‘Yes sir.’ I said, dropping my cloth. Curiously I was amused by their aping of their Master’s ways and, for a change, held my naked body with pride when I flexed my arms. Being naked in front of another nigger didn’t seem to be so humiliating as being naked before a human. They felt my biceps and chest and abs. Henry remarked how impressed he’d been with the size of my cock when I was being whipped. Herbert wanted me to relax and contract my buttocks as he stroked them and then felt over my shoulders.

‘How is the pain, boy.’ ‘Much better, sir.’ I said. I was first put to work unloading smaller boxes and crates from the wagon and placing them where directed to various parts of the stockrooms. Then there were several large sacks of potatoes to unload. I hefted them onto my shoulders and carried them in. On the third sack Henry and Herbert stopped me. I balance the burden on my shoulders as Henry said, ‘Why Herbert, takes a big, strong slave to carry a load like this.’ He felt my arms and chest and Herbert did the same. ‘Big and hard, like his dick.’ They laughed as Herbert pulled the cloth away. ‘Lets make him work naked. Get back to work, nigger.’ ‘Yes, sir.’ I grunted as I took the sack to the dark store room. Next I finished by unloading some barrels from the wagon and it drove off.

Herbert and Henry came in and said, ‘You worked good and hard, nigger. Now for your reward.’ I was placed against a post and my wrists tied behind it so I could not move. The two houseslaves knelt down and started playing with my dick. ‘Please Henry, sir, Herbert, sir. Please don’t.’ ‘Shut up you dumb brute and get hard.’ Henry said as he massaged my cock while Herbert took it in his mouth and sucked it. Again I was disgusted but helpless that they were forcing themselves on me like this. Soon it was hard and they were slurping on it and remarking on its size and hardness. Herbert sucked on my nuts while Henry serviced my cock. They were rough in their play and jerked me violently until I started to feel my juice rising. I noisily came over Henry’s face and looked down and watched while Herbert licked him clean. My knees trembled and I prayed nobody came in and caught us.

They released my hands and gave me my cloth. I was fed good food from the kitchen and they told me to report to Mr Raikes for work. ‘You make sure you are back here at sundown clean and ready to serve the Master his dinner, nigger.’ Henry said. ‘Yes sir.’ I said leaving through the cellar steps.

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Ajax witnesses the severe punishment of another male slave who attempts to runaway.

Antebellum – Chapter 9: An Afternoon of Drama
by Drum
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Mr Raikes detailed me to go with a boy and get on with a heavy labour task on the north trail. I carried a posthole borer and sledge hammer. I put them in a handcart where about 20 fence posts were already stacked. ‘Get your shirt off, nigger, this will be hard work.’ The boy said. ‘Yes boss.’ I replied to the 18 or 19 year old, who carried a cane and a whip. He sat on the load as I picked up the shaft and heaved the cart into motion. After we had been going for a while and the sweat was trickling down my chest the boy said, ‘Whoa, boy!’ I stopped and he stepped down. ‘Hard work, eh? I reckon you’ll work better with just a cloth on. Shuck your pants and tie this round your loins.’ He handed me a clean cloth. ‘Yes, sir, thank you boss.’ I said taking it. ‘And face me while you are changing.’ ‘Yes boss.’ I said. He sat on the cart and watched as I untied my canvas pants and let them and my pouch drop. I faced him and did not hurry to tie the cloth. I knew what he wanted to see and I made sure he had a good long look at it. When I was tied and covered he said, ‘Well, Ajax, the rumours I heard about that thing were sure true. Let’s get going.’

We arrived at the work site and I bored some holes, and then drove in the posts. It was hot sweaty work but my muscles felt good with the exercise after the morning with the house slaves. Suddenly, from the direction of the farm and barracoon, Mr Raikes and a couple of other overseers rode out with a group of ‘trustee niggers’ and a pack of bloodhounds. ‘What’s happening, Mr Raikes, sir?’ The boy said. ‘Runaway, Job the ex-house slave, run off from his first day at the quarry. Run off towards the swamp. Master says he wants us to get him before the alligators do. Said he didn’t breed niggers to feed the gators. Also, if he gets past the swamp there’s a danger he’ll get clear on the North Road and that might take days to get him and fetch the bastard back. Shouldn’t be too much of a problem, he wasn’t in great condition, not like the nigger you are working.’ They rode off with the baying hounds in the humid air. I remembered the crippled slave and sad to the boy, ‘Sir, will they cripple Job when they catch him like the one I saw working in the vegetable garden?’ ‘I doubt it for a first offence, nigger, now get on with your work, boy.’ He cracked his whip. ‘Yes sir.’ I worked hard and we finished the task in time to see the posse returning. Job’s wrists were bound and joined by a long rope to the pommel of one of the overseer’s saddles. He was yelling for mercy as he was dragged along. ‘Finished the task Alfie? Good boy, nigger need much leather on his back?’ ‘No, Mr Raikes, good hard-working boy.’ ‘Good, now get back to the yard, see the Master punish this nigger, let Ajax see what happens to runaways here should he think of doing anything so dumb.’ I packed up the tools on the cart and we set off back to the barracoon yard.

I was taken with plenty of other slaves out to watch the proceedings. Job was standing naked, despite being out of condition for a slave he was still a fine figure of a man with gleaming and well-developed muscles on his big frame. The Master had a look of thunder on his face as he stood on the stoop holding a bullwhip. A metal brazier with orange hot coals burning in it stood in the middle of the yard with an iron sticking out of it. ‘This nigger ran away today and deprived me of his labour.’ The Master stormed, ‘He is my property and to deprive me of his labour and his person constitutes theft. However, I shall be lenient with him as I am a merciful and good Master. I shall not cripple him, he is young and that would reduce his value and ability to work. He shall receive the maximum flogging legal – 39 lashes with the bullwhip, and he shall be branded so that you will all be reminded when you see him of what happens when a nigger takes it into his dumb head to run. Do you all understand that?’ There was a chorus of voices round the yard saying, ‘Yes Master.’ ‘Job, do you understand why you are being punished, nigger?’ ‘Yes Master, mercy, please Master.’ Tears spilt down the big slave’s face. ‘Amos, Nero, prepare him for branding first.’ ‘Yes Master,’ the big slaves said as the grabbed Job by the shoulders and dragged his struggling body to a post. They tied his limbs tightly and then his head so he could not move. At this point Dr Sullivan arrived. ‘Ahah! What’s going on Mr Richards?’ ‘Job ran today, he is to be branded and bullwhipped.’ ‘Excellent, you know how I consider a strict hand necessary. Do you want him castrated as well, I have my bag?’ Job cried out when the Master, with a cruel smile, said, ‘I’ll think about it.’

‘Carry on, Mr Raikes.’ Boss Raikes took the glowing branding iron from the brazier and pressed it centrally on the nigger’s forehead. Even in his tight bonds Job managed to struggle as he screamed in agony. A brand mark of a letter ‘R’ smoked – ‘R’ for runaway. Mr Raikes replaced the iron in the fire and reheated it. To my surprised he withdrew it again and, this time, planted a brand on Job’s left cheek. The flesh sizzled again and the smell filled the yard. Boss Raikes concluded his work by branding Job on the right cheek. The slave had passed out but was revived when Nero threw a bucket of water over his face. Job was cut down and taken to the whipping frame. He was tied in the form of a letter ‘X’. Dr Sullivan took a listening tube and sounded the slave’s chest. The Master, Mr Raikes and Mr Herman, another overseer, were to administer 13 lashes each. The Master started and swung the lash hard across the slave’s upper back. He yelled in pain as his back was mercilessly flogged. Before he had finished his 13 lashes Job’s skin was broken. More water was thrown over him; Dr Sullivan signalled that they might continue. Mr Raikes administered his 13 and then Mr Herman. When they had finished Job hung limp from his wrists. Job was cut down and revived again with water. ‘Remember, nigger, if you try this again it will be the foot-breaker, more branding and double lashes for you. Take him away!’ A couple of wenches took him to have his wounds washed and disinfected with pimento. Nero said, ‘You will know when they do that to him, you’ll hear his screams half way to New Orleans.’

‘Let that be a lesson to you niggers if you get any ideas that life might be better elsewhere,’ the Master said, ‘and because of Job’s waywardness and stupidity you will receive only half rations tonight and tomorrow. You can thank that dumb slave for that.’ There was a low groan from the assembled slaves. ‘Now get back to what you were doing!’ We all shuffled off in a subdued and chastened frame of mind. I went to get cleaned and changed for service of dinner.

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