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When a cock, homophobic jock injures himself at the gym, he finds himself at the hospital in a very vulnerable position for some revenge tickling in this new story Kris. Art by DogAndClover.

Cocky Patient […]

“No Limitation on Use” is a hot new collection of 20 short stories written and illustrated by our beloved Amalaric. On this page, a slave is put up for sale, a special ops commando is betrayed, and a young, hunky […]

A slave struggles to keep up with his older master, an unlucky young man’s enslavement begins with humiliation in front of his neighbors, and an abducted construction worker who partied a bit too hard wakes up in […]

Captured soldier Matthew Fry’s torture continues when a sinister device is attached to his cock and balls in front of a class of budding young interrogators.

Afghan Hell: Part 9 – Torture Class: Cock & […]

Fry suffers through another torture class – this time a futuristic plastic that molds to his hairy body that leaves his completely vulnerable to Grey’s torments.

Afghan Hell: Part 10 – Torture Class: Plastic Jacket (A Little Bit Of Science Fiction)
by DonaldSteve
Art by Amalaric
Series: Afghan Hell

Fry was woken next day by the chef who accompanied him to the gym and watched as he exercised. After water to drink and a shower the guards took him back to the lecture room. A low slanting table, whose surface was visible to the students watching, dominated the platform. Adjustable manacles were set in each corner and along its sides. The table had a layer of what resembled cling film or saran wrap covering it and hanging down the sides to the floor. Grey nodded to his men and Fry was stripped of his shirt. Determined not to aid them at all, he had to be lifted on to the table. His ankles were fitted wide apart into the corner manacles and his wrists into those at each side of him so that his arms almost touched his sides. The guards fitted two sturdy pegs between his arms and sides right up into his armpits so that he could not slide down along its sloping surface. The cling film that he lay on was he discovered, a thin layer of plastic perforated with millions of minute holes. Despite its flimsiness, it felt rough and itchy under his bare back. Grey leant over him adjusting the restraints so that his arms and legs went rigid, as the chains were pulled tight with the pegs pushing up against his closed armpits. Grey turned to the students. “Today we will enjoy something a bit different. One of the you students gave me this plastic sheeting that Fry is laying on. He told me it has amazing properties and has been used in various countries as an aid to getting victims to talk. I thought I would try it today.”

He looked down on Fry, and at that moment, the sun streamed into the room illuminating his big hair-matted chest, which heaved up and down as he tried to control his breathing. The stubble on his jaw had grown at least an inch since he had arrived in the camp so that a thick neat yellow beard now grew from ear to ear, over his upper lip and down his neck. The darker yellowish hair of his beard changed to the straight lighter coloured hair that came up from his chest to merge just above his adams apple. Grey was still fascinated to see that the whole front of Fry’s throat and neck was matted with fur that also spread under his ears and almost joined up with the blonde hair on the back of his neck. His inner shoulders were covered with very fine blonde hairs that merged with the course straight hair on his collarbone, and went on to cover his chest in a mat of dense tough spikes through which his pale pink nipples peered, their delicateness contrasting strongly with their rough hirsute surroundings. His flat abdomen was layered with the same thick but finer hair that grew in patterns to form a line down the centre of his torso. The line twisted itself round the indentation of his navel, only to thicken and coarsen as it flowed lower into long tendrils that bushed over the waistband of his briefs. The skin of his powerful thighs was almost obliterated by the thick coarse blonde hair that covered them. From his groin the dirty yellow hair spread down the insides of his upper legs. Thick blonde hair grew over his knees and down his legs to his large wide feet. Small tendrils on his toes sparkled in the sun.

Grey went to the table and came back to stand at the bottom of the table holding a long flexible cane and a small amount of the plastic film. He wrapped some of the plastic tightly around Fry’s left foot stretching it so that it moulded to the shape of him. He then did the same to the other foot. One of the students called out, “What is that for?”

Grey replied, “I am told it has usual properties. It is inflexible when wet and can conduct heat and electricity. It also accentuates pain increasing it up to twenty fold.”

He finished wrapping Fry’s foot. “Despite all this it seems it minimises scarring hiding any evidence of abuse.” He brought a spray bottle over to the table and sprayed liquid on both of Fry’s feet soaking the plastic film. Fry looking down along the length of his bared torso saw the plastic film on his foot shrink and tighten. At the same time his foot went rigid and he could not move his toes at all. Within seconds his feet were set like rock and felt as if they were in a vice. The arches of both his feet started to spasm and cramp and he gritted his teeth against the pain. His feet looked as though they were encased in a very thin film of hard plastic. Added to his discomfort was a fierce pain and itching all over his feet. Through gritted teeth he said to Grey. “Nice friends you have Grey to lend you their toys.”

Grey laughed and said “Let’s try it out with a little added punishment.” Lifting the thin cane he held he brought it down quite lightly on the sole of Fry’s left foot. Fry cried out as his body arched on the table’s surface. Before he had time to lower his body back, Grey tapped the other foot and again Fry cried out, arching upwards, his head right back as his chest jutted forward as far as the bonds would allow. The third blow on the same foot made Fry’s body jerk uncontrollably and he managed to keep silent gritting his teeth against this new agony. Grey hit his soles again and again. Each blow was light, not justifying Fry’s violent reaction. By the twenty-second blow he was bellowing continuously, with his body arching and jerking.

After Grey had finished Fry was whimpering and sobbing, the huge cries he had made still ringing in Grey’s ears. Grey was breathless and looked excited.. “Well that worked well,” he said. He flicked Fry’s toe with his fingers and Fry’s body spas med, his face screwed up and he hissed through clenched teeth as if a red-hot knife had been applied to him.
Grey took another spray and used it on his feet and the plastic fell away in soggy lumps. Grey stayed chatty during this whole time as if he was with a friend. He noticed Fry’s reluctance to talk and said “Well, let’s get on with it then.” He folded both sides of the plastic sheet over Fry’s torso, tucking it between his arms and sides, moulding it over his stomach and chest.

Fry tried a little humour gasping, “ You really don’t want to do this Grey. Wouldn’t you like a chicken for dinner instead?”
The students laughed along with Grey and Grey patted his cheek “No my wee laddie.” He smiled down at him. “You know man. I like you. I like you very much.” he paused. “But you will still suffer” he turned to his students saying, “It is a shame this wee laddie got in the way. Another time we could probably have been friends. I have discovered we have lot in common.”

Fry interrupted “I don’t think so ‘mate’.” Putting emphasis on the last word. The film that covered him was uncomfortable and painful dragging on his skin as he breathed. When Grey had finished wrapping him he was enclosed from just below his navel right up over his chest and arms to the hollow of his throat. Grey brought over the bottle and sprayed him liberally with it. Fry was instantly aware of the film shrinking around him constricting his breathing. Within seconds he was finding it hard to breath. The film gave no slack at all. His breathe came in small short gasps.

Grey was amazed at the spectacle. The film had moulded itself all over Fry’s upper body looking like a second skin or a covering of glass. It moulded itself to his bulging muscles. The body hair underneath was tight and flat against his skin. Several small blonde hairs had escaped through the minute holes especially round his nipples where the smaller hairs there were like hard pointed spikes. The whitish blonde hair under the film had darkened considerably contrasting with these stray blonde hairs. The hair that bushed away from his navel and spilled over from his neck masked the edges of the film. Grey took another stick from the side table that looked like a fly swat.

Standing over a gasping Fry he brought the swat down in a sharp short tap on his chest. Fry’s legs jumped his face went purple and he let out a shrill cry which rose to a crescendo as the pain increased for several seconds, before gradually subsiding. Grey was already repeating the blow a little lower down. Fry had time for just one panicked indrawn breathe before he was bellowing, the roar of pain echoing round the room startling several of the students. Grey then swiped him across the upper arms then moved down on to his stomach. As Fry’s legs jerked against his bonds, his face darkened and his mouth gaped wide open, his screams of agony filling the room. His cries could be heard in the cookhouse where the chef with a sad look on his face paused and listened.

Fry concentrated hard. Striving to find that part of him that could block off a fraction of the pain, and Grey noticed a slight alteration in his features. He still clenched his teeth in agony and still screwed up his eyes, while his face distorted as he cried out and yelled. But something had happened and scanning Fry’s body he noticed a slight swelling in his groin. Fry clung on hard to this little feeling of pleasure, taking comfort in it, but not able to expand it beyond what it was. He took the assault on his chest and stomach for thirty minutes, and Grey decided to stop to give him some respite. He laid down the swat and sat at a low chair next to fry, stroking his forehead for some time until his cries ceased. Fry gasped, “I can’t breath. Let me out of this thing.”

Grey soothed him. “Not yet. I need to test it further. Have a rest.” Grey sat back and lit a cigarette telling the students to light up as well if they wished. Grey asked him if he still hurt and Fry replied that the pain of the swat had almost gone. “But my tits Grey” gasped Fry. “They hurt so bad. When I breathe in the pain is excruciating. Give them some freedom. Please.”

Grey looked at Fry’s nipples. They were small and very pale peering out from the surrounding flattened hair. Grey had not really concentrated on Fry’s nipples before, and he was surprised to see they were standing erect in two sharp points. The film had moulded itself over and around them so tightly that when Fry ‘s chest moved as he attempted to suck in air, the harsh roughness of the film dragged on them.. So tightly was the film moulded to his body Grey could even see the ring of hair follicles that surrounded them standing out in high relief. The sharp spikes of the tendrils had pushed their way through the minute holes. He pulled on one of the hard blonde hairs that protruded and Fry went rigid. His face paled and he groaned. ”Yes. Well. I think we can experiment further laddie.”

And he made sure that Fry could see his cigarette closing on one of his right nipple. As the burning tip touched the film covered flesh Fry yelled and bucked his hips about. Grey was fascinated that the film did not melt or burn. Fry’s frame subsided but he continued to gasp and whimper. Through pain glazed eyes he watched Grey attach cables to the top and bottom of the film covering him. One near his neck the other at his waist. The cables were threaded to a generator and Grey slowly moved the switch. A brilliant blue light passed over Fry’s chest and his legs and shoulders vibrated jerking about uncontrollably. His torso staying still and unmoving, his roar of pain and anguish reverberated through the roof of the hut stopping everybody in the camp from working for a moment.
Grey switched the generator off and Fry continued feeling the shock for several seconds, until he sank back almost unconscious, twitching and jerking involuntarily. A thick sheen of sweat covered his face and shoulders and pooled over the film on to the floor. Grey stood over him “I think that was a satisfactory test don’t you me wee man?“

Fry whispered two words “Fucking bastard.” His torso was sprayed to melt down the plastic and the chef was summoned to help one of the guards carry him back to his cell. The chef stood his quivering frame in the shower and directed the spray all over him to rid him of the gunk that covered him He massaged his shoulders bringing some relief to the strained muscles, and applied salve to his tender skin where the plastic jacket had caused so much agony.

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Here’s another hot storiette from centurionF with art by Random Bara Dude (commissioned by centurionF)!

Property of Zeus
by centurionF
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Artist, Androscoped, does an amazing job of re-imagining photos and creating interesting and provocative works of art. Here is a selection of pieces he’s created specifically for us here at GBF.

The boy is taken to SIR’s friend where he is shaved, pierced and fitted with a cock cage. Later that evening, he is the star attraction and grand prize of a poker game among SIR’s friends where he suffers a […]

A male chastity slave attempts to satisfy his Master’s long list of demands in hopes of earning his cock’s release in this hot story from new author Locked Slave. Art by Rodinart.

Earning His Release: A […]

Branden continues to struggle to please his Master. And his Master continues to tease and deny his slave’s orgasm. Until at last (after a long and tormenting control session) success is achieved. Art by […]

Two Navy sailors caught in the act of breaking the strict “no homosexual activity” policy are publicly punished and humiliated in a very creative fashion. A hot excerpt from Hunter Gage’s Amazon ebook!

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While his electro torture continues, Superman is forced to sucked his captors’ cocks. But still the superhero remains defiant.

Darkseid’s Revenge – Chapter 5
by Todd Fleming
Series: Darkseid’s Revenge
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Superman is finally broken, giving up his virgin ass, in his final confrontation with Darkseid. A hot conclusion to Todd Fleming’s series!

Darkseid’s Revenge – Conclusion
by Todd Fleming
Series: Darkseid’s Revenge
More from Todd at his website: Todd-Fleming.com

As Superman awoke from his deep sleep, he found himself back inside his cell. The chains were reattached and he was back in his costume. The smell of sweat and cum drifted to his nose as he looked down to see that he was dressed in cum covered rags. It looked like Desaad had found all the cum rags in Apokolips and created clothing for him to wear.

His sleep had been filled with dreams of being raped over and over again by Darkseid and his subjects. Every dream ended the same, Superman was on his knees completely submitting to the evil god.

Is this what he really wanted? Did he want to submit to a stronger being? The last few days of sexual torture had revealed much to Superman and even now his cock stood at attention at the thought of submitting. No matter how much he wanted to submit, he knew that he could not submit to an evil god like Darkseid. When this was over, he would explore these new feelings, but first he needed to escape and rescue Superboy.

As the visions of his dreams slowly faded away, Superman noticed that he felt almost normal again. He looked up at the ceiling of his cell and saw the red lamps draining his powers were not on.

Superman flexed his arms and the chains holding him shattered. Now free from his bonds, the Man of Steel was ready to rescue his protégé before it was too late. He crashed through the ceiling sending rubble flying everywhere.

In a matter of seconds, the hero smashed through the door into Darkseid’s throne room. Parademons flew everywhere as they tried to stop him, but they were no match for his strength.

“Darkseid!” Superman roared as he strode towards the dark god on his throne.

“Welcome, Superman,” Darkseid said with a grim smile. “I am glad you decided to join us.”

Mongul stepped from the shadows and smiled with his hands crossed across his massive chest.

“Where is Superboy?” The hero demanded as his eyes glowed red with anger.

Darkseid snapped his fingers, and Superman stepped back in shock. The young hero crawled across the floor wearing a perverted version of his costume. The boy wrapped his arms around the dark god’s legs and snuggled his face close to his master.

Superman could not believe his eyes. The boy was now totally devoted to one of his worst enemies. Guilt stabbed his soul as he realized that it was all his fault.

Darkseid looked down at his fawning pawn and patted him on the head. “Superboy, would you like to leave with Superman?”

Superboy shook his head. “I want to stay with you, master.” He murmured as he kissed Darkseid’s boots.

Superman clenched his fists in anger. “You will pay for this, you monster!”

Darkseid and Mongul started to laugh. “You will be mine, Superman. I have already won.”

Screaming with rage, Superman slammed his entire body into Darkseid, sending him flying back across the room. The hero gently picked up Superboy. His revenge would have to wait until he got the boy back to safety. It would take time, but he was sure he could break the hold the dark god had over Superboy.

“Let me take you home, Connor,” Superman said gently.

Superboy smiled as he looked in the hero’s eyes. He reached down and softly grabbed his tent in his rags. “I am home, and so are you.”

Forgetting that he was still sporting a full erection, Superman stumbled back as waves of pleasure crashed through him. Superboy kept his hold on his mentor’s cock and punched the hero in the chest. Unprepared for such an attack, the Man of Steel flew back through the doors of the throne room with Superboy clutching his torn rags.

Superman grunted in pain as he slowly picked himself up. The cum rags that he was dressed in had completely torn off his body leaving him completely naked. His stiff erect cock quivered in the open air and the cool air sent small waves of pleasure up and down his spine.

Thinking only to save his protégé from a life of servitude to Darkseid, Superman flew back into the throne room. It looked like the only way that he was able to save him was to defeat both Darkseid and Mongul.

The warlord stepped forward ready to take his enemy in battle. As Superman flew forward putting all of his strength in a single punch, he suddenly stumbled and tripped over his legs falling to the ground. Turning his head, he saw Superboy behind him. The boy had once again grabbed his erection when he wasn’t paying attention.

Mongul laughed as he grabbed Superman by his hair and rubbed his face all over his crotch. “We have plans for you, big boy!”

Superman glared as he tried to break free from the warlord’s hold. His time in that red sun lamp cell had seriously depleted his powers, and he was not back up to full strength. That and the pulsing of his erection made it hard for him to think. Before he had his anger to fuel his strength, but that was slowly fading away and replaced with a lust that was rising within him.

Mongul pressed Superman’s face against his crotch. “Suck my dick, little man!” He snarled.

Part of the Man of Steel wanted to give in, but he vowed that he would not allow himself to be humiliated like this. Gathering his remaining strength, he knocked Mongul back. “This sick perverted game ends now!” He declared as he climbed to his feet.

“No, Superman, the game is just beginning!” Darkseid declared. “It’s time that you accept your sexual needs. You were hard when you watched Superboy being sexually tortured. You were hard at your own sexual tortures. Now you are hard when you are dominated by a weaker being. If anyone is the pervert, it is you.”

The hero flinched at the god’s words. He looked down helplessly at his throbbing erection and realized that he was right. Superman was so horny and hard. He wanted to cum so badly. Pushing down this desire, he clenched his fists. “I will never give into you Darkseid!”

A whip flew through the air and wrapped itself around Superman’s throat pulling him back. Desaad stepped forward as he grinned at the struggling hero. “You will submit to Darkseid!” He declared.

The whip electrified and sent shocks through Superman’s body. His cock spasmed as the shock sexually stimulated him even more. The pulsating pleasure was too much for him to handle as he fell to his knees.

Desaad released the gasping hero and spanked his bare ass. Superman struggled up to his hands and knees as he tried to recover from the overwhelming pleasure.

He got no reprieve as Superboy leaped on his back and started slapping his ass. Although there was no pain from the slaps, the hero grunted as it caused his cock to bounce against his eight pack. He wanted to cum so badly.

“Give in Clark!” Superboy demanded. “Let us give you the ultimate pleasure.”

It took all of his willpower, but Superman managed to throw the boy off his back and stagger to his feet. “This ends now!” He said as he panted for breath.

Darkseid frowned as he had underestimated the strength of the Man of Steel’s will. He stepped forward and reached for his Motherbox. The supercomputer opened a small compartment, and a green glow came out of the opening.

Superman and Superboy stumbled back as the deadly radiation started to weaken the both of them. The dark god started walking towards the gasping hero as he stumbled back in pain. His eyes widened as he realized that his enemy had managed to find kryptonite. How did he get that?

His backed up and suddenly bumped against something, he looked up to see the smirking face of Mongul. The warlord grabbed Superman by his throat and savagely punched him in his gut causing the hero to crumble to the ground.

Once again grabbing his hair, he shoved the hero’s face into his groin. “Suck my cock, Super Bitch!” He ordered savagely.

Superman refused to give in as he kept his mouth shut. The pain he felt from the kryptonite blended with the pleasure of his erection and caused a new sensation that he both loved and hated.

Darkseid walked over to Superboy and took out the kryptonite from the mother box. Superboy screamed in pain as the dark god pressed it against his chest. “Obey him or the boy dies!”

The hero’s eyes grew wide as his protégé withered in agony. Unwilling to let any more harm come to Superboy because of him, he closed his eyes and started to press his lips against the pulsing bulge of his enemy.

Mongul moaned with pleasure as his hated enemy started to kiss, lick, and suck against the front of his brief. It didn’t take long for his huge yellow cock to harden to full mast. He quickly freed his monster cock and shoved it in Superman’s mouth.

Mongul’s cock, much larger than either Parademons’, made his jaw feel like it would break apart. Even after Darkseid put the kryptonite away and his powers slowly returned, it was too much for him to handle.

Mongul didn’t care as he started to fuck his enemy’s mouth. With a firm hold on the ebony locks of the hero, he took great pleasure in face fucking Superman.

Superman had his eyes closed until he felt a hand on his cock. Looking down, he grunted in surprise when he saw Superboy taking his own throbbing erection in his mouth. Pleasure like he had never known flooded his body as the boy started to suck him.

Darkseid decided to join the fun as he took out his hard cock causing Superman to gag on Mongul’s cock. The evil god’s erection was bigger than his and the warlord’s monster cocks combined.

As Darkseid rubbed that huge mushroom head against Superman’s ass, the hero began to freak out. It was bad enough to be fucked like this, but there was no way that he would be able to take that.

There was no mercy as the evil god shoved his cock into Superman’s virgin ass. He tried to scream, but it was muffled with his mouth full of cock. Now being fucked in both of his holes, the hero had been reduced down to a mere sex toy.

After a few moments, Superman received his next shock. As the pain of his virgin ass taking its first cock started to fade, it was replaced by a feeling of ecstasy. This was unlike anything he ever felt before in his life. Even the pleasure he felt at the hand of Desaad paled in comparison. It caused his cock to harden like steel, and it felt like the skin of his cock was going to peel back like a banana. Nothing ever felt as good as Darkseid fucking him and nothing ever will.

Mongul was the first to go over the edge as he pulled out his cock and shot his load all over Superman’s face. He laughed as his seed dripped from the handsome hero’s face before shoving his cock back in his mouth to take in the rest of his exploding cum. When he was finished, the warlord stepped back to witness the ultimate breaking of Superman.

Darkseid picked up Superman by his cock skewered in his ass. The hero moaned as he felt like he was being torn apart. None of it matter compared to the intense pleasure he felt. The evil god grabbed Superman’s dripping cock in his fist as he walked over to his throne.

As the god sat down, Superman felt himself almost to the point of no return. “Are you ready to submit, Superman?”

“Oh, Rao!” Superman moaned like a bitch in heat. It was just too much for him to handle as a surge started to build in his churning balls.

Darkseid let out a deep rumble of a moan as he reached the point of a divine orgasm. The force of his massive orgasm flooded through his battered ass. Drops of cum leaked out of his stuffed ass as his own cock exploded like never before.

Superman screamed as his body shook from the intense pleasure. With Darkseid’s massive cock still pressing against his prostate, his orgasm completely overwhelmed him. His cum flew so far that Mongul and Superboy were pelted by his seed. The tail end of the thick ropes of cum exploding from his cock hit his face and chest, covering the hero in his own seed.

His skin tingled as his orgasm finally died down leaving him exhausted. Deep within him was a longing that he knew he would always need. He wanted to be fucked again and again by Darkseid.

The cum covered hero slowly crawled towards the throne and his spent cock started to harden again as he got closer and closer. He clung to his master’s boot as he pressed his cum covered lips against the fabric.

The final shred of defiance was shattered. This experience had taught him to enjoy being submissive and his newly awakened sexual appetite could never be denied again. But deep in his soul, Superman knew that he would never be able to find anyone else that would be able to satisfy him like that evil god. That realization made his mind snap as his new found longing erased everything Superman stood for.

“I submit and will serve you, Darkseid,” Superman said softly.

There was only devotion in the former hero’s eyes as he looked up at the smiling god and the enormous cock that forever changed his life. Superman was no more, just a devoted servant to Darkseid who would do anything to be fucked by his master. Darkseid’s revenge was complete.

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Darkseid smiled as he walked into his throne room. Superman and Superboy immediately fell down to their knees in worship of their master. Like Superboy, the Man of Steel was dressed in a slutty version of his former uniform.

As he anticipated, the Justice League had managed to track down their greatest champion. Their brave assault ended in tragedy leading to their capture. The women he gave to Granny Goodness so that she could brainwash them and add to the number of the Female Furies.

The men were to have other roles in Darkseid’s command. His time having both Superman and Superboy as his personal sex slaves had awakened a need within the dark god. He would fuck the both of them constantly. The great part was that his slaves wanted to be fucked even more than he needed to fuck them.

Down in Desaad’s torture room, Aquaman, Green Lantern, Batman, Martian Manhunter, and Flash sat in their cells. Their tights were tented with their erect cocks as his pets sat deep in their asses. Darkseid wondered which one would break first. Would it be the cute blond King of the Ocean or The Fastest Man Alive?

In a special cell, Mongul pounded against the walls of his cell. He had honored his bargain with the warlord to the letter. Now he would be tortured and added to his collection of personal slaves. He was looking forward to seeing his former partner on his knees begging to serve Darkseid.

As he sat on his throne, Superman and Superboy sat on the floor kissing each of his boots. They looked up at him with utter devotion in their eyes each hoping that their master would fuck them. Darkseid patted each of their heads with affection. The greatest of Earth’s heroes would be transformed to his slaves. Even now Apokolips traveled through space on its way to Earth. He would expand his harem and use them to rule the universe.

Darkseid smiled as his cock started to harden. Little Robin and Nightwing would make perfect additions as well Kid Flash, Aqualad, and Blue Beetle. Noticing his excitement, Superman and Superboy started to kiss and lick his giant cock.

As he planned to complete his goal of obtaining the Anti-Life Equation, he would find powerful men worthy of joining his harem. Darkseid already ordered that his palace be expanded so that his new pets would have quarters of their own. He even planned to let his faithful minions borrow his slaves when they pleased him.

The universe will learn to fear Darkseid with all his might. Good looking and powerful men would fear of being discovered. The evil god will rule everything. This was only the beginning.

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