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by Alan Baker Charlie
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Will the Elementals break free and defeat The Leech? Or will they remain under his control? All is answered in this final chapter. Thanks to Todd for the hot series!

The Elementals – Chapter 9
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Elementals

Chapter 9

Earth Crusher looked in shock as he surveyed the room. Fang was near the center but he hardly recognised his brother as his body had transformed into mass of muscles that even dwarfed the giant hero.

Fang seemed to struggle as he turned his head towards the throne. Almost all of his other brothers were on their knees naked and fully hard. “Go and entertain our guest, my pets.” Fang said in a deep bass that seemed to shake the building.

The hero watched in shock as his brothers got to their feet and turned to face him. Were they really going to fight him?

Tempest leaped forward as he hurled wind at his shocked brother while Voltage surged forward with his superspeed, causing lightning to strike.

Fusion used his powers to make himself invulnerable and slammed himself right into Earth Crusher’s chest. Both super powered young men started slugging each.

Fang wanted to join the fight to help out his outnumbered brother, but his body was held in bondage by the Leech’s invasion. He would feel the pleasurable touch of the villain invading his entire being and if he was not as focused as he was then he would have been consumed by passion. Only his iron will prevented him from losing his will and mind.

The rest of the team all used their powers to throw Earth Crusher off balance. Even the strongest of their attacks had no physical effect on him, but it was plain to see that he was getting very upset about his family attacking him.

As Fusion dodged one of his giant fists, Tempest leaped up and started kissing the confused hero. A barrier of wind tripped the hulking hero and both tumbled to the ground as the Russian hero continued to kiss him.

The rest of the fallen heroes were about to join in when there was an explosion on other side of the room. Hydro’s eyes widened as Bio and Ice Chiller stepped through the dust and the debris. “Fusion and Preying Mantis take out Bio and prepare him for our Master. Burning Embers, you’re with me!”

Tempest giggled as he ran his tongue over Earth Crusher’s face seductively while Voltage ripped off his tight costume. “That leaves you with us, stud!” He said as he pinched one of the hero’s nipples. “I want you inside me!”

Earth Crusher tried to resist but Tempest created shackles made of pure wind that were stronger than steel. Even though he was completely invulnerable, he did not have the strength to match and could not break free from his brother’s constructs. He could feel Voltage playing with his soft cock while Tempest continued to tease his nipples while passionately kissing him. His protests fell on deaf ears as his body was seduced by the two horny young men.

Bio snarled as a naked Fusion and Preying Mantis leaped towards him. “What the FUCK is going on?”

“Don’t be jealous!” Fusion smirked as he seemed to flaunt his perfect body to the dark skinned villain. Like Fusion, Bio turned to the life of crime turning his rage into profit as he ruled one of the largest gangs with his iron fist. His temper made him an unpredictable foe that has been a thorn in the Elemental’s side for some time.

As Bio flung a cloud of poisonous gas towards the rushing villains, Preying Mantis leaped up in the air and landed behind the pissed off villain. “When Fang begged for my assistance, he didn’t mention this gay freaked out shit!” He spat as he dodged Preying Mantis’ attack and surrounded his body with a thin layer of poison. His abilities to create any biological weapon were as dangerous as any of the other’s powers.

Fusion manipulated the atoms around himself to filter out the poison and tackled his former brother to the ground. “For some sick reason, the Master wants you too, so we are going to prepare you for him!”

Bio snarled as he kicked the pretty boy villain off and right into Preying Mantis was was leaping towards them. “I ain’t going to play this perverted game!”

Leaping to his feet, he prepared to take out his brothers when half of dozen naked soldiers tackled him to the ground. The villain hissed as he felt different parts of his body being fondled and touched. “Stop touching me, you fucking faggots!” He roared as he tried to activate his powers.

“What’s wrong?” Fusion cooed as he stood over the writhing bodies. “Is poor little James getting his rocks off?”

Bio struggled as he was pinned to the ground as his costume was stripped revealing his dark muscled body.”I will fucking kill you, William!”

Fusion chuckled as he winked and whistled at the villain’s thick soft cock. “It looks like James Jr. wants to play. Allow me.” He fell to his knees and engulfed Bio’s cock in his mouth. The pretty villain not only wanted a chance to play with this magnificent cock, but he knew that if would further enrage his former brother. When Bio’s tempers exploded, it was virtually impossible for him to use his powers.

Screaming with rage, Bio continued to struggle both against the soldiers pinning him to the ground and the pleasure he felt getting his cock sucked. The villain was as homophobic as they came and having another man touching him like this made him explode with anger.

Preying Mantis grew tired of his brother’s screams of rage and forced his insect plated hard cock into the young black man’s mouth. “That ought to shut you up!” He hissed as he thrust his member deep in his victim’s throat.

On the other side of the room, Hydro and Burning Embers kept Ice Chiller at bay. Hydo was worried when he saw his brother smile with greed. The villain’s powers constantly needed freezing temperatures to generate ice, causing the young man to be in constant danger of dying. Only by sucking the body heat of others could he keep his own body temperature plummeting too low. This need drove their brother completely insane and he just went on a killing spree to survive. With all the hot horny young men in the room, Ice Chiller must be seeing a feast to devourer.

Burning Embers conjured a wall of flame to distract the blue skinned villain. The bait was taken as Ice Chiller absorbed the heat greedily as the area around him began to ice over. “I won’t be able to hold him forever!” He shouted to Hydro.

The blond hero nodded as he looked around. They would need the entire team to take down their insane brother. Looking to where Fang stood still as a statue, Hydro shouted, “We need you Master!”

Deep in the mind of Fang, The Leech stood in the rolling fog facing the defiant hero. “Your brothers will die soon.” He said with a slight smile. “Will you fight my control and watch them die?”

Fang raised an eyebrow as the rest of his face stayed stoic. “Death comes to us all.” Was all that he said as the struggle for dominance continued.

The Leech laughed as he raised his hands. Suddenly the room transformed to a torture chamber. “Are you really so callous of your brother’s fate? Then why did you summon Bio and Ice Chiller here to ‘rescue’ them from me? I think you care for them more than you let on.”

Hydro suddenly appeared in the torture chamber locked in a glass room. The room was a replica of the desert display from the Science Museum. The hero was completely naked and spread eagle on the sand with chains connected to stakes placed deep in the desert floor. Heat lamps hung over him as they drained his strength and powers. Unable to break free, the blond whimpered as he looked pleadingly at Fang. “Please help me!” He whispered with parched lips.

Fang didn’t make a move as he watched passively. “Is that all you got?” He said with a hint of surprise. “Burning Embers loved Hydro not me.”

The green skinned villain just smiled as Fusion suddenly appeared. He was surrounded by beautiful women who all looked at him with desire. With a snap of The Leech’s fingers, the pretty boy villain started to age. One by one each of the women looked at him with revulsion and left him alone. Staring at himself in the mirror, Fusion looked in horror at his aging skin. “What is happening to me?” He wailed. Looking straight at Fang, he stepped back in fear. “You did this to me! Give me back my youth!”

Tempest appeared in the other side of the room hogtied on the floor and unable to move. Each struggle from the young Russian to get free brought a jolt of electricity to course through his lean body. “What’s going on?” He asked in pain. Looking to Fang, his eyes suddenly lit up. “Brother! Help me out of this. It hurts!”

The Leech paid no mind to the tortured young men but kept his eyes glued to Fang. The hero showed nothing on his face, but his dark eyes started to look worried. The villain knew that he was starting to break him down.

Preying Mantis popped into the room and he was in a giant aquarium. Snarling he tried to leap out but it was too tall even for him to jump. A group of children came over to the glass and tapped as they looked at the plated villain with awe.

“That is one giant bug!” One of the said with a laugh. “I wonder how much bug spray it would take to kill it?”

The villain slammed himself against the glass causing the children to jump with the giggles. “I am a man!” He cried out but his voice came out like the chipper of a grasshopper. “I am a man!”

Fang clenched his fists as he watched his brothers experiencing torture.His face paled but he kept his resolve and stood watching silently.

One by one, each of his brothers were brought into the room. Voltage was forced to run on a treadmill and every time he started to slow down, Tempest would receive another electric shock. Burning Embers was placed in a giant Freezer where Ice Chiller keeped draining his attempts to warm up. Bio was enslaved by a dictator and forced to slaughter millions of people with his powers while Earth Crusher was left in a dark room with no human contact.

Each scenario was a living hell for each of his brothers and Fang was forced to watch it all. Hydro was the first to be killed as his body was completely dried out by the heat lamps. Voltage finally ran out of steam and stopped running causing Tempest to be electrocuted to death while the South American hero simply slumped to the ground from a heart attack since his body could not function from all his running. Ice Chiller took the last ounce of heat from Burning Embers and both died from the freezing temperatures. Bio leaped to his death from a cliff after not being able to take the guilt of killing almost all of human life and Earth Crusher hung himself from the overwhelming loneliness.

Fang screamed as watching the death of everyone he ever cared about shattered his stoic calm. With a leap of rage, he tackled The Leech and pinned him to the ground. “I won’t let you hurt them!”

The melting of his resolve caused his protection against this green skinned monster’s powers to hit him at full force. In an instant, his cock was rock hard and ripped through his tights. He picked up his enemy and threw him across the void of his mind. “Get the fuck out of my mind!” He bellowed.

The Leech was thrown through the air as his essence was kicked out of the enraged hero’s soul and all the fighting and love making stopped as Fang clenched his fists. His face was a painting of pure rage. All the young men watched in shock as the dark skinned hero regained control of his body.

Before the villain could react, Fang leaped on top of him and ripped off his clothes revealing his massive muscles. “I am going to make you pay!”

With a single thrust, the hero slammed his cock into the villain’s tight ass and started savagely fucking him. All of the Fang’s pent up rage and hatred was transferred to his cock and he used it to punished The Leech for his actions.

With a roar of pleasure and pain, The Leech’s red aura fled from his body and turned into a crimson mist. The watching young men’s eyes grew wide as the mist hit them and their cock’s pointed straight at the ceiling as a feeling of horniness crashed into them. Anger and shock melted away as an orgy filled the room. With a sudden hunger for sexual release, everyone was on everyone else with the quest to cum. It didn’t matter if it was friend or foe, all that mattered was the need to get off.

Fang continued his vicious rape taking out his anger and sexual repression on the villain who destroyed their lives. “Take my black dick, bitch!” He snarled as his huge ball sack slapped against the villains ass again and again.

The Leech did not struggle but took it all in as his own cock was rock hard both from the pleasure of his prostate being abused and being dominated in this manner. He was always the dominate one and this loss of control was pure ecstasy to the conniving villain. “That’s right!” He panted breathlessly. “Give it all to me!”

Finally unable to hold back any longer, Fang bellowed as his cock finally exploded. Burying his cock deep in the villain’s ass, he felt burst after burst of cum explosions leap from his huge black cock and into the giant green hungry ass.

When the last of the hero’s cum was pumped out of his cock, The Leech smiled as his body started to expand and grow. The villain was absolutely massive as he climbed to his feet. His head smashed through the roof and he looked like a skyscraper compared to the heroes and villains below. “THE POWER!” His deep voice rumbled causing the ground to shake. “THIS POWER IS AMAZING!”

Fang crawled away in horror as he realized what he had done. The Leech had manipulated him and he realized that he had been played. He wanted to run, but as he stared at the giant mass of green muscles, he knew that he would do anything for the man who had given him such an unreal orgasm.

In an instant, The Leech seemed to vanish as he materialized at his throne back in normal size. He had never been able to control his muscle mass before, but this new influx of power gave him new abilities. The game was almost finished, he thought with a smirk as his sex slave brought the struggling Bio and Ice Chiller before him.

The villain snapped his fingers and both young men’s powers were stripped from them instantly. Bio’s dark eyes widened as he realized this. Ice Chiller fell to his knees as his skin turned back to a normal color. His asian origins were quite evident as for the first time in years, he looked like a normal human.

Preying Mantis watched with hope as he stared lovingly at his master. The Leech smiled as he stripped the villain’s powers away from him and left him in the form of a normal caucasian man. He might have done some shameful things but he kept his word in the end. Preying Mantis started to cry as he stared at his human form.

Raising his hand, both Bio and Ice Chiller floated to the feet. They were held by the power of the green skinned villain as their cocks stood at attention. “It is time to finish this,” The Leech whispered.

With a cry of passion, both young men suddenly came so hard that every ounce of cum exploded from their cocks. The cum flew right into the mouth of the power draining villain as he consumed their seed and life essences.

The Leech watched as his newest victims collapsed as their feelings went from hatred to total devotion. It was finally finished. He had taken The Elementals and enslaved them to his will. Now there were no one to stand in his way. Revenge will finally be his! With his harem of super powered sex slaves, the world will be his.

Epilogue

Standing in the shadows of a parking garage, Agent Fox waited impatiently while tapping his foot. It had been a busy week for him and his team. First they had to dismantle The Elemental base to erase their existence and find any clue on how to keep them under the government control. Then they had to fake a news conference in which the hero’s stated that they were retiring.

It had taken him a few years, but now the boys were back in his control again. They would be reprogrammed to be loyal to the government and act in the role that they were created and none of this hero and villain crap.

“It’s about time, that you showed up,” Agent Fox said. “I have been waiting!”

“Sorry boss,” a medium sized shadow said as he pulled back his hood.

The government agent gasped as he barely recognized Philip. The green tinge to his skin had vanished and his looks have transformed to where Fusion would look hideously ugly compared to him.

“What they hell happened to you?” Agent Fox said in shock. The Leech had been his experiment to reign in The Elementals. His creation was for the sole purpose of retrieving the government’s property.

“Funny thing, boss.” The Leech said with a dazzling smile. “My powers have been transformed after consuming all of their spunk. For more than you ever projected. It seems that I don’t need you anymore.”

Agent Fox’s face flashed with anger as he took out a remote control. Pressing the button, he stepped back in shock as there was no effect on his creation. “What the hell?”

The Leech laughed as he winked at the startled agent. “Sorry, boss, but your ‘leash’ no longer has any effect on me. I won’t be delivering the boys like I said. They have grown quite attached to me. I’m afraid I am going to have to change our deal.”

Wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead, Agent Fox gave a sickly smile. “Whatever you want, I can get it for you.”

The villain shook his head. “I already have what I could ever want, boss. If you want to work for me, here’s my card. I can pay you much more than those government chumps.” The Leech tossed a business card at the agent’s feet and faded back into the shadows.

Trembling with fear, Agent Fox picked up the business card. His superiors are going to kill him. Not only did he not collect The Elementals as ordered, but now The Leech was running free with no way to get him back in their control.

As he touched the thick paper of the business card, Agent Fox felt a tremor of pleasure shot through his fingers. His worried eyes glazed over as he looked at the address of his card. Perhaps he could be lucky enough to work for the man he once considered to be his pet.

The End?

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Fang attempts to free his brothers and defeat the Leech.

The Elementals – Chapter 8
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Elementals

Chapter 8

The moon hung high in the sky as a dark shadow leaped on the roof of the abandoned warehouse. Landing easily on his feet, Fang looked around for a way to get inside the building. He had been gone a couple of days on a mission and had come home to find The Elemental base deserted.

First he had tried to look at the security tapes, but there was little to salvage as someone had clearly tried to cover their tracks. The only signs of resistance the hero could find were in Blazing Ember’s room where there was some kind of battle.

The thought of some villain attacking the team in the base was disturbing to the dark skinned hero. He had taken great effort to keep the location secret using his skills on computer hacking to scramble any kind of signal that could be tracked.

Using Blazing Ember’s heat signature, Fang was able to track the remains of the battle to the point to where he was finally subdued. What was disturbing was there were signs of his other brother’s being there, but he could not tell how they were taken out.

The clues had finally led him here, where the hero now stood on the roof and looked around at his surroundings. His powers were not as exotic as some of his brothers, but the combination of his brilliant mind, agility, and strength made him one of the most dangerous of The Elementals. He often used the shadows to hide waiting for the perfect chance to strike.

Fang easily located a fuse box that allowed him to place a scrambler inside to mess with the security. He did not have time to properly assess the building so he acted as if there was high level of security measures.

Going through the the roof access, Fang crept inside and made his way towards the main level. The inside of the warehouse looked nothing like the crumbling exterior of the building. Someone took great effort to make sure that there was nothing extraordinary on the outside, but the inside was completely different. It looked like a rich penthouse with many rooms. The furnishings were of the highest taste and expense.

Keeping to the shadows, Fang peeked into many of the rooms trying to find some clue of his brother’s where abouts. Most of the rooms were bedrooms that looked like it was designed for a university. The furnishings were not as fine as the hallways, but the beds were empty with the blankets tossed aside.

Eventually the hero found himself in the doorway of a huge room in the middle of the building. The furnishings were even more exquisite and it looked more like a throne room. His eyes widened as he saw a several lines of young men standing naked before the throne. The first row of men were none other than his brothers. Everyone of them were there with the exception of Earth Crusher and himself. Even his renegade brothers were part of the ranks, all of them completely naked and their cocks standing at attention.

What kind of sick joke was this, Fang thought with disgust. Sitting on the throne was a hugely muscled man that towered over even the tallest of the naked muscled young men. His skin was tinged with green and his red eyes glowed with pleasure as he sat on his throne.

Keeping to the shadows in the corner of the room, the hero crept forward to observe what was going on.

Blazing Embers was brought forward with a slight push from Hydro. The red haired hero bowed his head in submission as he knelt before the green skinned muscled villain.

“Are you ready to submit?” The deep voice rumbled and actually shook the building.

“I will submit to you, Master,” Burning Embers said with desire. “I am yours to command.”

What was this? Fang thought as he silently watched. The redhead was just as hard and erect as all the other men in the room and looked at the villain with adoration in his eyes. What this some kind of mind control?

The ‘Master’ smiled but suddenly looked up and right in the direction that Fang was hidden. “It seems that we have a guest with us. Give him a proper greeting!”

The lights in the room suddenly turned bright as the sun as the hero’s hiding spot was exposed. The young men in the rows behind his brothers turned and rushed him.

He had little time to think as he leap on the wall and used it to fling himself in the battle. The young men were highly trained in combat as Fang realized that they were the missing squad of elite soldiers that he had been investigating their disappearance for the last couple of days.

As the battle raged, The Elementals started to jerk their cocks in adoration towards their master. Forming a semicircle around him, they totally ignored the fight as they pleasure themselves for the green skinned giant.

Although Fang was vastly out numbers, he used his agility to fight in ways that these soldiers only dreamed of. One by one, they were taken down. The hero had devoted his time to mastering the art of fighting. He was not invulnerable like some of his brothers, but he was a deadly weapon thanks to his training and powers.

One by one, each of the super powered slaves reached the point of orgasm and as their cum shot from their cocks, it was absorbed into the red aura of their slaver. The boys fell to the floor around the throne as their blissful orgasm was even more magnified by being in their master’s presence.

His powers enhanced by the cum of his super powered slaves, The Leech stood to full height his head brushing the very high ceiling and lunged forward into the fight.

Fang barely had enough time to dodge as the villain’s massive fist smashed through the floor. Warily eyeing the powerful green skinned monster, he punched one of the soldiers in the head before leaping to the other side of the room dodging another powerful attack.

He had never seen power on this scale before. Even Earth Crusher seemed eclipsed when it came to the raw power that this Leech possessed. His dark eyes narrowed as he observed his brothers almost passed out near the throne. Had their energy somehow been drained by this villain. The thought of him having their combined power sent waves of fear through his lean and muscled body. He need to figure out a way to disable the damage that this Leech had already done.

The Leech roared as he charged the dodging hero with fury on his face. He was clearly upset that his sanctuary was breached. If Fang was on his list of heros to enslave, the villain clearly wasn’t ready for him yet. As his massive fists tried to smash the dark skinned hero, his frustration and fury increased a hundredfold as they never found their target.

Fang barely had time to think as he found it harder and harder to dodge the monstrous strength filled attacks. If he could keep the villain enraged then he could find this monster’s weakness and take him down. He didn’t dare go on the offensive until he was sure of how to fight him.

With a roar of frustration, The Leech slammed both of his fists on the floor causing tremors throughout the room. His red aura exploded from his muscled body and hit Fang in the back as he tried to avoid the effects of the attack. The force threw him across the room and through the wall as he desperately tried to catch his balance.

Bits and pieces of the ceiling came crashing down as the building threatened to collapse from the force of the attack. Though his body screamed for rest, Fang forced himself to his feet and leaped into the shadows. Direct attacks would not work with the immense power of this villain, Fang thought to himself as he leaped through one of the holes in the ceiling to one of the higher floors.

Cloaking himself in the darkness, Fang could hear The Leech conducting a search. A being of that size and muscled girth could not move silently and he used it to his advantage. Thinking furiously, the hero tried to figure out a way to take down this villain and rescue his brothers. Taking a quick moment to catch his breath, he reached into his belt and took out his communicator. Pressing a button, he quickly put it away and started to move again.

Fang could hear the sounds of several people moving through the building. It looks like this Leech revived his followers to help him search. Part of him thought it would be smart to leave and figure out a way to beat this villain, but he did not want to leave his brothers in this monster’s hands.

As he moved into the next room, the hero barely had time to react as he heard the crackling sounds of lightning. Jumping in the air, he calculated the rate of speed of Voltage before he landed behind his brother and knocked him out. Quickly tying him up, he slung the South American native over his shoulders and crept into one of the more distant rooms. The room was filled with medical gurneys and he gingerly placed him on one of them using the chains attached to it to secure him.

Leaving the room, Fang leaped to the ceiling as he heard the soft sound of a wind enter the hallway. Tempest floated above the ground, his soft brown eyes looked for any signs of the agile hero. Not making a sound, he waited until his back was turned before tackling him and knocking him out. It pained him to hurt his brothers like this, but he needed to take them out so he could battle The Leech without interference.

Once the Russian hero was secured, Fang crept in the darkness as the others tried to locate him. Most carried flashlights and it was plenty of warning for the hero to hide. He had to make sure that his next strike would be unnoticed by the other searchers. The hero found Hydro searching frantically and easily knocked him out. He always considered his leader to be level headed even in the most chaotic situation and this influence this monster had on him to unhinge him was very disturbing.

One by one, Fang took down each of his brothers cloaked by the darkness of the night. His knowledge of their powers allowed him to find their weakness and secure them in the room with the medical gurneys. Time was running out and he knew his brothers would not be incapacitated for very long. He needed to find The Leech and end this quickly.

He looked at his communicator in frustration. Surely his signal was received by now and his backup was on his way. It was his only chance of evening the odds in this outmatched fight. The hero easily evaded the searching soldiers while giving them clues to keep them away from the room where his brothers slept.

As Fang considered his alternatives, he suddenly felt a massive fist around his throat. His dark brown eyes widened in surprise as he struggled to escape the death gripping hold. The Leech stood behind him with an evil grin. How had he managed to sneak up on him?

The villain kept a tight grip on the struggling hero as he smashed through the ground and leaped back down to the throne room. “Your brothers weren’t lying when they said you would be a slippery one.” He snarled.

The villain threw the hero in the air, but before Fang could get his balance, some kind of unknown force held him immobile in the air by his wrists and ankles. The invisible bondage keep him from moving and inch.

Fang glared at the approaching villain. “What did you do to my brothers?”

The Leech smiled as he slowly circled the helpless hero. “I gave them pleasure.”

The hero looked confused as he tried to figure out the villain’s words. The Leech raised his glowing red hand and the silent hero’s costume seemed to melt away into nothing leaving his lean muscled body exposed.

His eyes widened as he recalled his brothers naked and hard playing with themselves to the pleasure of this perverse villain. Was the same fate in store for him? He watched silently as The Leech’s costume also melted away and his massive cock started to harden as the hero’s body was inspected. Even though the room was still dark, the aura of the monster illuminated the room like it was noon.

Fang could not believe how huge The Leech’s member was. It was in proportion of his heavily muscled body, but still larger than any porn star could have dreamed of. The girth of the hard cock was as thick as the hero’s entire body.

The villain chuckled as he observed the hero. Fang did not give him the satisfaction of struggling and took his bondage with a stone faced look. “Your brothers were right about you. We shall see how long it takes to break you.”

The hero didn’t answer as he hoped his reinforcements would show up soon. It was his only hope in avoiding the same fate as his brothers. If he fell to this Leech then there would be no one left to oppose the powerful villain.

“Let’s raise the stakes,” The Leech said with a smile. He raised his hand and part of his red aura left him and surrounded the silent hero.

Fang was expecting pain but a sweet pleasure filled his body and the unexpected invasion caught him off balance. His thick black cock twitched before he could focus his mind to ignore the pleasure that the villain was causing him. It was an awkward mental fight for him as he was only practiced in suppressing pain and not pleasure.

“You still resist, I see.” The Leech remarked as he caressed his captive’s smooth face. “We’ll see how much longer you can resist.”

The hero fixed his expressionless face on the villain’s smirk. Time is what he needed to escape the grasp of this powerful villain. He would not submit no matter what. His expression did not change as the pleasure that invaded him increased a hundredfold. It took all his mental might to make his body not react to this strange invasion. Pleasure often clouded the mind and his trained had taken him down paths where he never took part in even pleasuring himself. His self imposed celibacy has lasted all these years and he would not break it no matter what the villain did to him.

The Leech wrapped himself around the slim athletic body of the trapped super stud pressing his hard and giant cock up the entire length of his back. Fang winced at the thought of dealing with an erection of that size. It would tear him apart if he had to try accommodate such a monster. The hero cleared his mind and kept the pulsating pleasure at bay, noticing that his brothers had entered the throne room, freed from their temporary restraints by one of the Leech’s many soldier slaves.

Floating in the air, the villain wrapped his tree trunk legs around the hero’s tapered waist and ran his hands all over the front of his body taking time to give his limp cock a few gropes. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you!” He hissed into the hero’s ear.

Fang should have toppled forward having a giant muscled being on his back like that but for some reason, he was able to handle it. The Leech must be using his powers to offset the weight, he deduced as he further distanced his mind from the molestation.

The red aura surrounded both hero and villain until they both seemed to merge into one being. Fang expanded and grew as The Leech invaded his soul. The hero’s mind screamed with revulsion as his soul was in bondage from the invading green skinned monster. To an observer, there was nothing to see but a hugely muscular dark skinned young man motionless as a statue.

On the far end of the room, the wall suddenly exploded as Earth Crusher stepped in through the smoke and debris. “What is going on here?” His deep voice rumbled.

Fang wanted to smile as his backup finally arrived. Now it was time to end this once and for all.

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Excerpt from “Keith Finds What Makes Him Happy”
by Alan Baker Charlie
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Innocuous Fun

Keith sat on his dorm room bed with a textbook in his lap and stared at his handsome, shirtless roommate, Roger, as he did push-ups in the center of the room and counted to 30, exhaling loudly as he exerted himself. Roger was just a bit taller than Keith with brown hair, a medium build, short hair and contagious good humor – at least most of the time. Roger was a fairly good student, but he excelled on the soccer field.

Keith was on the soccer team also, and the two young men had known each other for years. Keith reflected on the conversation he wanted to have with Roger, and wondered how Roger would react to what he wanted to say.

Roger finished his push-ups and stood. Keith grabbed a tennis ball from the bedside table next to him and tossed it to him. “Hey, catch.”

Roger caught the ball and threw it back, aiming it at Keith’s genitals, but not forcefully. Keith caught it easily, and threw it back at Roger’s genitals, just as Roger was sitting on his own bed. “Hah, you missed,” he said.

“So did you,” said Roger, catching the ball quickly.

“I want to talk with you,” said Keith.

“What’s up?” replied Roger.

“I want to talk about our deal,” said Keith.

“What about it?” asked Roger.

“I want something different,” said Keith.

“Oh, God,” replied Roger. “I’m off limits. I’m straight. I’m your straight friend, remember? I still like girls. I still want to get married someday and have children.”

“Will you listen to me?” said Keith. “I know you’re straight. I’m the one who gives you advice on your dating relationships, remember? I’m the one who arranged a blind date for you with that girl who has the horse farm. Anyway, I’m tired of keeping my sexuality a secret.”

“That was our deal, remember? You wanted everyone to think you were straight while you were in college – remember? I was supposed to be the only person who knew your secret. We agreed to that, and I don’t know why we should change it now. What has changed? Why do you want something different?”

“The whole world is changing, Roger! People are much more accepting of gay people now. I don’t know why I should continue pretending to be straight,” said Keith.

“I understand what you’re saying,” said Roger, “but I’m not ready for this. I don’t want everyone on this floor knowing you are gay. I don’t want our teammates to know either. I can only imagine what my parents would say if they knew.”

“This is my life we are talking about,” replied Keith. “These college years are a very important part of it.”

“Of course they are. We thought about this when we decided to be roommates. You’re free to find another roommate if you want. Then you can tell people you’re gay if you want. Not that I’m kicking you out. I like you, and I want you to stay – under the terms of our original arrangement.”

“I don’t want to move out,” said Keith. “I like you as a roommate, even if you might seem unreasonable at times. Anyway, I don’t have to tell people I am gay, but I may have a new gay friend.”

“What kind of gay friend?” asked Roger, feeling a bit alarmed.

“I found him on a website for gay guys,” said Keith. “He lives in the area.”

“Does the website provide a picture and a description?” asked Roger.

“Yes,” replied Keith. “Do you want to see it?” Keith went over to his desk and sat down at his computer, and Roger followed. After a few clicks of the mouse, a photo appeared with some information.

“Yikes!” said Roger. “He looks like he’s ten years older than you are.” Roger leaned over the computer and read the information. “This says he likes bondage and spanking! Does this mean what I think? Would he tie you up and spank you?”

Keith turned bright red. “Um, yes. That’s what it means.”

“Is that what you want? You want some guy to tie you up and spank you?” asked Roger, his eyes widening.

Keith looked down at the floor, blushing a bright red, and couldn’t think of how to reply.

“That IS what you want, isn’t it?” declared Roger. “Not only are you gay, but you’re turned on by kinky stuff like this.” Roger walked back to his bed, laid down and put a pillow over his face. He laid there for a couple of minutes and pictured Keith in this strange man’s apartment, strapped to the other man’s bed and being lashed with the other man’s belt, helpless, hurt and unable to escape. He thought about Keith’s parents, whom he had known since 5th grade, and how they would feel if they knew he had allowed Keith to meet a stranger for kinky sex without trying to talk him out of it. Roger sat up on the bed. “This guy scares me,” he said quietly. “I don’t want you to be in danger or have a bad experience.”

“Sometimes you have to take a risk,” said Keith, sounding a bit unsure.

“I have an idea,” said Roger. “This may be the worst idea I have ever had. I don’t know if I should even tell you about it.”

“What???” asked Keith.

“I can’t believe I am even saying this.” Roger paused, having trouble getting the words to come out of his mouth. Keith waited. “I’ll do it.”

“What???” asked Keith. “You’ll do what?”

“I’ll tie you up and spank you if you promise you won’t hook up with this man you found on the website,” said Roger. This time he turned red at the thought.

“Are you saying you want to tie me up and spank me?” asked Keith.

“Only to keep you out of trouble,” replied Roger.

“How often are you offering to do this? Just once?” asked Keith.

“Maybe we should try it once and see how it goes,” replied Roger.

Keith paused. “When do you want to try it?” he asked, trying not to seem too eager and inwardly reminding himself to breathe. He had had a crush on Roger for years and often dreamed of various sexual adventures involving his best friend. He often wondered if Roger knew what he was thinking.

“Take your clothes off,” commanded Roger. He thought to himself, “Oh God, I can’t believe I just said that.”

Keith felt faint at the words he heard. He reached for the topmost button on his shirt, and searched his friend’s face for any hint he was joking. He released the first three buttons, and Roger just stared at him.

“Keep going,” Roger commanded, as he saw Keith hesitate after the third button. Keith stood up, finished unbuttoning his shirt and threw it in his laundry basket. He unbuckled his belt, pulled it through the loops and set it down on his bed. He unfastened his pants and dropped them to the floor, leaving him wearing nothing but his underpants. Keith glanced at Roger and hesitated again.

“Get your bathrobe,” Roger commanded. Keith looked puzzled, but he obediently retrieved his bathrobe from the closet. “Give me the belt from the bathrobe,” Roger said. Keith pulled the cloth belt through the loops of the bathrobe and handed it to his buddy. “Put your hands out so I can tie your wrists together,” ordered Roger. Keith did as instructed, and Roger tied his wrists with a double knot. He led Keith over to the closet and tied him to the closet rod.
Keith stood quivering with excitement as Roger picked up his leather belt from his bed. Keith went to his stereo and inserted a Billy Joel CD. Just as he was about to push the Play button, someone knocked on their door. Roger and Keith looked at each other in alarm. “Get in the closet,” Roger ordered. He closed the closet door as Keith squeezed himself in, still tied to the closet rod. Roger clicked off the stereo, went over and opened the door, not caring that he was shirtless.

Another guy from the floor, Ted, was at his door. “Some of us are going out to O’Malley’s for some pizza and beer,” he said. “Do you want to come along?”

“Not tonight,” said Roger. “I have other plans. Ask me again another time.”

“What about Keith? Is he around?” asked Ted.

“I’ll tell him when I see him. Maybe he’ll come join you,” replied Roger.

“Okay, thanks,” said Ted. “See yah.”

Roger closed the door and paused for a moment feeling relieved that Ted had left. He opened the closet door and returned to the stereo, hit the Play button and adjusted the volume to mask the sounds he was about to make with the belt.

Roger returned to Keith and looked down at the front of Keith’s underpants. “I don’t see any bulge in your underpants,” he remarked. “Do you still want to do this?”

Keith laughed. “You don’t blame me if my dick went soft when someone knocked on the door, do you?”

“No, I don’t blame you,” said Roger. He walked over to the bed and practiced swinging the belt and smacking the bed with it. He noticed Keith was trembling a bit as he stood by the closet. Keith’s hands were getting a bit red from the constricted flow of blood, and his face was looking a bit pale.

Roger walked over to Keith, positioned himself and swung the belt hard enough to make full contact with Keith’s bottom but not hard enough to really hurt. Keith gasped at the contact and said, “Thank you, sir.”

“What?” asked Roger, feeling a bit bewildered.

“I said, ‘Thank you, sir.’” replied Keith.

“You’re thanking me for hitting you with the belt?” asked Roger.

“Yes, sir,” replied Keith.

Roger felt his own penis stiffen a bit as he began to feel the power he had over his friend. He returned to the bed and practiced a few more swings with the belt, mostly so that Keith could hear them and anticipate his next stroke of punishment. Roger returned to Keith, drew back the belt and smacked it in a more forceful manner. Keith gasped louder than the previous time, but still said, “Thank you, sir.”

Roger changed his grip on the belt and repositioned himself in front of Keith. He smacked him softly a few times on his privates with the tip of the belt. Keith gasped again, this time from shock that Roger would be so bold as to touch his privates with the belt, knowing that any kind of pressure on his privates would likely cause an erection.

Roger set the belt down on the bed and stood silent and motionless behind Keith, looking at Keith’s shoulder blades and the peach fuzz on his back. Roger noticed a blackhead. “Hey, you have a blackhead on your back. Do you want me to squeeze it out?” he asked.

“Yeah, if you want to, go ahead,” replied Keith. Roger pushed his fingernails against the blackhead and watched with satisfaction as it slowly oozed out. He grabbed a tissue and wiped the oily blackhead off his friend’s back and dropped it in the trashcan. He returned to his friend and with a quick motion, he grabbed the sides of Keith’s underpants and pulled them down to the floor as Keith gasped in surprise. Roger retrieved the belt and used the tip of it to tap Keith’s penis and balls briefly and watched with some amusement as Keith’s penis rose to attention.

Roger repositioned himself behind Keith and swatted him several more times, watching Keith’s buttocks quiver and his skin turn red with marks from the belt. After ten swats, Roger was ready to stop. He stood close to Keith and asked, “Who’s your Daddy?”

Keith blushed and replied, “You are.”

Roger said, “You forgot to say ‘sir.'”

Keith replied, “You are, sir.”

Roger asked, “Who knows what’s best for you?”

Keith’s face turned a bit redder. “You do, sir.”

“That’s right,” said Roger approvingly.

Roger set the belt down and untied Keith from the closet rod. He led Keith over to the wooden chair at Keith’s desk. He positioned the chair to face away from the desk. “Sit down,” Roger ordered.

Keith sat down slowly on the chair, feeling the soreness on his bottom. Roger grabbed the leather belt and wound it tightly around Keith’s ankles and fastened it. Roger got his own leather belt and secured Keith to the back of the chair. He pulled the bathrobe belt holding Keith’s wrists together down to the leather belt at Keith’s ankles and tied them together, leaving Keith bound in an uncomfortable position. Keith trembled slightly in his new position as he felt the tight pressure of Roger’s leather belt against his abdomen. Roger stood back and looked at Keith, satisfied to see his friend bound and helpless. The only thing that bothered him was that Keith’s hair was a bit wild. Keith liked to wear his hair longer than Roger did, and Roger wished Keith had a more military-looking haircut.

Roger remembered that he had a hair trimming kit in the closet. He had brought it from home so that he could keep his chest hair trimmed so he wouldn’t look hairy like a bear. He pulled out his equipment, plugged in the trimmer and attached clip #3, which would allow him to trim his friend’s hair to a uniform length of a quarter of an inch. Roger turned off the stereo and turned on the trimmer, knowing that Keith would react to the sound.

“What the fuck are you doing?” asked Keith.

“Who’s your Daddy?” inquired Roger.

Keith paused, feeling a bit confused. “You are, sir,” he said after a moment.

“Who knows what’s best for you?” inquired Roger, repetitiously.

“You do, sir,” replied Keith, sounding a bit unhappy.

Roger turned on the stereo again and proceeded to trim his roommate’s hair, running the trimmer back and forth across his friend’s head and watching the excess hair float down about his hands, feet and bathrobe belt. He labored over his friend’s head more than he needed to, just because he enjoyed seeing Keith’s head become neat and precise and military-looking. He enjoyed feeling the vibration in his hand and seeing his friend helpless and powerless. He shut off the tool and rubbed his hand briefly on his friend’s head to enjoy the sensation from the uniform bristles of hair.

“Now whenever you look in the mirror you’ll be reminded of who’s your Daddy and who knows what’s best for you.”

“Yes, sir,” replied Keith, feeling a bit dizzy at the thought of having a roommate who had transformed suddenly into some sort of controlling and warped man who understood his weakness and was fully ready to exploit it.

“You can clean up the mess later on when I decide to untie you,” said Roger.

“Yes, sir,” replied Keith.

Roger unplugged his trimmer and carefully returned it to its container and stowed it in the closet. He returned with his black dress shoes and shoe polish kit. “Polish my shoes, son,” he commanded.

“Yes, sir,” replied Keith. Keith opened the shoe polish and started working on Roger’s shoes, his hands pulling against his restraints as he reached for the items he needed to do the job. Each time he shifted in the chair, he felt the soreness in his buttocks. He wished he could see what his bottom looked like. He wondered how long it would take for his skin to heal.

Roger settled back on his bed and pulled out a novel that he was reading for his English literature class. He read the book, or pretended to, since it was hard to concentrate as he kept remembering how Keith had trembled and how his bottom had quivered as Roger whipped him with the belt. After a while Keith finished polishing the shoes, and Roger got out of bed to examine them. “Good job, son,” he said.

“Thank you, sir,” replied Keith, feeling a bit foolish.

“How is your dick doing?” asked Roger. “I can’t see it with you all bent over like that.”
“I think I’ve dribbled some precum on the chair,” Keith replied, his face turned red again.
“Too bad your hands are tied. Your penis is probably feeling a bit anxious for attention, right?” asked Roger.

“Yes, sir,” replied Keith, wondering what on earth might happen next.

Roger walked over to his dresser and returned with a can of shaving cream. He knelt down and inserted it between Keith’s knees and squeezed the trigger for ten seconds, causing the cavity around Keith’s privates to become filled with shaving cream. He set the can down on the chair between Keith’s legs and shoved it up against Keith’s engorged penis. Roger returned to the bed, picked up his novel and pretended to read again. Periodically he looked over at his naked roommate and watched with amusement the expressions on Keith’s face.

“That shaving cream has menthol in it,” Roger told Keith.

“That explains the stinging sensations,” replied Keith.

“Are you okay?” asked Roger.

“Yes, sir,” replied Keith. “I just had no idea what you were capable of.”

“Neither did I,” replied Roger, shaking his head.

After a while, Roger felt some pressure in his bladder and decided to find the bathroom. He grabbed his key and headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” asked Keith in surprise.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” replied Roger, content to leave Keith alone, wondering where he was and what might happen next. Roger locked the door on the way out, leaving his friend naked, bound and alone.

Roger headed into the dorm bathroom and entered a stall. He removed his shorts and hung them on the door. He sat down naked on the toilet and contemplated his stiffened penis as he waited for the flow of pee. He sat with his head in his hands wondering what to do next. He knew that this evening’s experience had been satisfying for him in a weird, kinky, and unexpected way. He also knew that he didn’t want to touch his friend’s penis with any part of his body or vice versa. He didn’t mind that his penis was excited. He didn’t think his stiffened penis was telling him he was gay. He knew he liked girls and that he rarely thought about guys as anything other than pals. He knew he wanted to get married someday and have a family. He also knew that he liked being Keith’s “Daddy.” He had never aspired to that title previously, but this evening he had realized that he could have power over his roommate and keep him in line, using spanking and bondage and sexual teasing to hold Keith in his grip. He liked the slightly-creepy way that Keith always stared at him when he was shirtless. He also knew he didn’t like the idea of Keith having sex with strangers.

Roger held his penis in his hand and wondered if he should masturbate right there and then. He got a better idea, pulled his pants back on and returned to the room.

Keith looked up, or tried to, since he was still bound with his wrists against his ankles. Roger laid down on the bed and sighed, “Yeah, I really needed to piss. All that exertion with the belt, I guess.” Roger smiled, because he had a feeling that Keith needed to pee also, and Keith was powerless to move without Roger’s help.

“I need to pee also,” Keith admitted.

“Who’s your Daddy?” asked Roger as he sat up on the bed.

“You are, sir,” replied Keith.

“Okay, good answer, son. I’m going to untie you and give you some more instructions.”

“Yes, sir,” replied Keith.

Roger knelt down and untied Keith’s hands. Keith sat up slowly, feeling the pain in his buttocks as he did so. Keith clenched and unclenched his hands a few times to get his circulation moving normally in his slightly-numb hands again. Roger unbuckled Keith’s belt from his ankles and put it on his bed. “Okay, here are your orders. First you’re going to sweep up the hair from the floor. Then you’re going to put on your bathrobe, head to the bathroom and take a shower. You’re going to take tissues with you. You’re going to masturbate in the shower and jizz into the tissues. Then you’re going to return to the room and show me your sperm in the tissues. Then we’re going to turn off the lights and go to sleep in our respective beds.”

“Yes, sir,” replied Keith, startled at the strange request involving the sperm inspection. Keith stood up and found tissues to wipe up the shaving cream, suppressing the urge to fondle his erect and aching penis there in the room with the shaving cream immediately. He swept up the hair while Roger pretended to read his book. Finally he put on his robe, fastened it, found his shower items and headed to the bathroom.

Once the door closed, Roger stripped naked, got the shaving cream and tissue box off the dresser and returned to bed, setting those items next to him on the bedside table. He got a small amount of shaving cream and applied it to his penis, knowing that the menthol would cause some tingling and a full erection. He pulled the sheet over him and laid down on the bed and waited for Keith to return.

Keith entered the shower stall and pulled the curtain behind him. He hung up his bathrobe on a hook, and turned the water on, but stayed just outside the reach of the spray. He rubbed soap on his hands and obediently masturbated while he played back images of himself tied to the closet rod while his handsome, shirtless hairy-chested roommate whipped him with a belt. Before long his penis seized with a powerful sensation and he shot a load of semen all over the corner of the shower stall, on the wall, on the floor and on the little seat where he had positioned the tissue. He quickly wiped up the semen as best he could, imagining how embarrassed he would be if someone had walked in and seen it glistening on the floor at his feet. He stepped into the warm shower water and enjoyed the spray of warm water as his penis continued to throb sporadically and release a bit more semen. He shampooed his hair and marveled at how short it was and how different it felt. He soaped his entire body, rubbing his hands longer than usual on his bottom while he enjoyed the stinging feeling from Roger’s blows.

Keith turned off the shower and gingerly toweled himself dry, feeling again the odd sensation of the towel against his cropped head and the stinging feelings emanating from his buttocks. He dried his limp penis and balls as his penis released one last drip of semen. Once he was fully toweled off, he put his robe back on and returned to his room, his semen-soaked tissues in the pocket of his robe.

Keith entered the room and saw Roger in bed with his book, still shirtless. The room smelled like shaving cream, and Keith remembered his urge to masturbate after he was untied, his penis aching and covered with shaving cream at the time. Keith walked over to Roger and pulled out the semen-soaked tissues. Roger glanced at them, smiled and said, “Okay, soldier. You can toss them in the trash basket.”

“Yes, sir,” replied Keith.

“Now take off your bathrobe, turn off the light and get in your bed. We’re sleeping naked tonight,” commanded Roger.

“Yes, sir,” replied Keith, feeling shocked and dazed. Keith did as he was instructed and pulled his sheet over his naked body. His penis was starting to get hard again, even though he had just come a few minutes earlier. He was tired though and feeling sleepy, but every movement in the bed caused a renewed sensation of pain in his buttocks.

Keith heard some unfamiliar sounds in the room. Roger pulled his sheet back and reached over for the can of shaving cream. He squirted more of it in his hand and started rubbing his penis. A small amount of light entered the room through the blinds from the streetlights outside. Keith was amazed to see his roommate naked in the bed in the darkness on the other side of the room stroking his own penis, the shaving cream making little noises as his hand moved back and forth. As Keith’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see Roger’s penis bobbing a bit as he stroked it. He could see Roger’s pubic hair with a bit of shaving cream in it. He could see Roger’s trimmed chest hair. Roger was putting on a show for him. Keith grabbed his own penis quietly under the sheet and began to stroke it. Suddenly Keith was feeling an overwhelming joy. He had a straight roommate who not only accepted him as a gay person but also wanted to have some sort of strange and exclusive sexual relationship with him. It was mind-bending.

* * * * *

The next afternoon Keith was studying at his desk when Roger returned from jogging, shirtless and sweaty.

“I want to talk with you,” said Roger, grabbing a crumpled shirt off the floor and using it to towel the sweat off his face and hairy chest.

“Sure, go ahead,” said Keith, who was giving Roger his full attention, and not just because he had something to say.

“I had fun last night, in a weird sort of way,” said Roger.

“So did I,” said Keith, his heart starting to pound somewhat.

“I don’t want to do that again, though,” said Roger.

“You don’t?” asked Keith.

“It’s just not who I am or who I want to be,” said Roger. “Besides, we are friends and roommates, and it’s not the kind of relationship I want to have with you.”

“Well, I’m glad we are still friends.”

“You’ll have to find some other outlet for your needs,” said Roger. “But please be very careful.”

“I will, Roger. Don’t worry. I appreciate your concern.”

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Hacksaw

Soccer season ended, and several weeks passed by. Roger was packing up some dirty laundry to bring home to his parents’ house. He looked over at Keith, who looked troubled.

“What’s the matter, buddy?” asked Roger.

“Oh, it’s too embarrassing to talk about,” said Keith, turning red.

“I think you’ll feel better if you tell me about it,” said Roger.

Keith thought about it. “I’m having an odd problem,” he said. “Are you sure you want me to tell you?

“Sounds ominous. Of course I want to hear about it. What are friends for?” said Roger.

“Okay, here goes,” said Keith. “I’ve been wearing a male chastity device for the last several weeks.”

“What’s that?” asked Roger.

“It’s a metal device that locks around a guy’s privates.”

“Why on earth would you want to wear something like that?” asked Roger.

“It’s a weird sexual thing,” said Keith. “The idea is that you find a buddy, either in person or someone on the internet, and the buddy holds the key. So, then you are locked in this device, and the buddy is supposed to tease you about being locked up.”

“So, you found a buddy to hold the key?” asked Roger.

“Yes, I found someone on the internet. He seemed like a fun guy at first, but in the last three weeks he hasn’t responded to any of my messages. So, now I’m stuck in this thing and I want to find a different key holder, but first I have to get this lock off me.”

“Jeez! I can’t go three days, much less three weeks. How are you going to get the thing off without the key?” asked Roger.

“The only way I can think of is to use a hacksaw on the lock, except that I don’t have one.”
“My Dad has a hacksaw,” said Roger. “I can borrow it and bring it back with me. I’m going over to my parents’ house now for dinner.”

“That would be very helpful,” said Keith. “You won’t forget, will you?”

“How could I forget something like that?” said Roger. “Now drop your pants, kiddo, because I want to see this thing.”

Keith turned red again, drew a deep breath and pulled down his pants. Roger kneeled down to get a better look. “You are definitely locked up,” he said.

“No kidding,” said Keith, pulling up his pants.

Around 10 p.m. Roger returned, carrying his clean laundry and the hacksaw. “Ready to be released?” he asked.

“I’m ready,” said Keith. “I hope the hacksaw doesn’t make too much noise.”

“Let’s turn on the radio,” said Roger, pressing a button on the stereo. “Here’s the hacksaw.”
Roger handed it to Keith and pulled a pair of pliers out of his pocket. “You can hold onto the lock with the pliers. Please be careful. I don’t want to have to drive you to the emergency room, and I don’t want blood on my car’s upholstery. Do you need help?”

“Thank you, Roger. I’ll see if I can manage it by myself.”

“Suit yourself,” said Roger with a shrug. Roger flopped on his bed. “I’m going to rest for a bit and listen to the music.” Roger turned toward the wall so that his roommate could have some privacy.

Keith shucked his clothes and sat down on the chair at this desk, his legs spread wide apart to keep them away from the saw. He grabbed the pliers and used them to hold the lock in a firm grip. He began sawing carefully with the hacksaw. At first he had trouble getting it to settle in one spot on the lock, but eventually he began to make slow progress.

“How’s it going?” asked Roger.

“I’m making some progress,” replied Keith. “I’m just having a bit of difficulty holding the lock steady with the pliers while I’m sawing.”

“Let me help,” said Roger, popping off the bed. He kneeled down beside his roommate and grabbed the pliers. “Scoot the chair over so I can help,” he ordered. Keith shifted the chair so that his crotch would be accessible. Roger clutched the lock with the pliers. “Okay, try it now.”
“Did I mention this was embarrassing?” asked Keith.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Roger. “Just get to work with the hacksaw.”

Keith began stroking the lock with the hacksaw, conscious of the pressure of Roger’s arm on his leg as he held the pliers and hoping he would not get a cage-locked boner that Roger would surely notice. After several minutes of sawing, Keith was relieved to see the lock was broken.
“Hurray!” said Roger, taking the hacksaw. “What a relief.”

Keith put his clothes back on. “You’re telling me! Thank you very much, Roger,” he said. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“Don’t worry about it,” said Roger. “I’m glad to help. Well, truthfully, I would rather have helped you change a tire, but anyway, you know what I mean.”

“I know what you mean,” said Keith. “Thanks again.”

“You’re welcome,” said Roger, switching off the stereo. “Actually, I have a little present for you.”

“A present? What on earth? Where is it?” asked Keith.

“It’s in the car. I’ll go get it,” said Roger over his shoulder, as he left the dorm room carrying the hacksaw and the pliers.

Roger returned to the room holding an envelope.

“You have something for me in the envelope?” asked Keith.

“Yes, actually,” said Keith. “But the real present is in my pocket.” Roger pulled another lock out of his pocket. The lock was unlocked, and it had a piece of tape keeping it from locking.

“You brought me a lock?” asked Keith. “You want me to be locked up again?”
Roger shrugged. “If you want.”

“Where’s the key?” asked Keith.

“It’s where you won’t be able to get it without my help,” said Roger.

“So, what’s in the envelope?” asked Keith.

“I’ll give you the envelope if you lock your privates again,” said Roger.

Keith looked at his handsome companion and was immediately sure that he wanted his privates under the strict control of his roommate. He tried not to act too eager. “Are we going to talk about rules?” he asked.

“No rules,” replied Roger, holding out the lock.

“I’ll think about it,” said Keith, taking the lock. “I’ll be back in a minute.” Keith grabbed his chastity device, put it in his pocket, and left the room, heading for the bathroom down the hall. First he went over to a urinal and relieved himself, glad to be able to pee in a standing position for once. He went into a stall, pulled down his pants and put the chastity device back on. With no hesitation at all, he clicked the lock into place. He sat for a while as his penis became engorged and raged against the metal restraint. Suddenly he remembered how much time had gone by since he had satisfied his urges, and now he was locked again. He had missed his opportunity for quick relief. Keith waited for his penis to subside before heading back to the room, berating himself for the missed opportunity.

“Well?” asked Roger when Keith returned to the room.

“Well what?” responded Keith with a smile.

“You know what,” said Roger. “Did you lock yourself back up?”

“I did,” replied Keith, his penis throbbing again against the metal.

“Now it’s confession time,” said Roger, after a pause. There’s something I didn’t tell you.”

“What?”

“My Dad wanted to know why I was borrowing his hacksaw,” said Roger.

The color suddenly drained from Keith’s face. “You didn’t tell him, did you?”

“I told him,” said Roger.

“Oh my God!” said Keith. “Why on earth did you tell him?”

“I’ve always had a close relationship with my Dad, you know. He really cares about me, and he’s supportive in so many ways.”

“So, does your Dad know I’m gay?” asked Keith.

“He does now. I told him tonight,” said Roger.

“Oh my God!” exclaimed Keith again. “What did he say?”

“Well, first of all, he wanted to know if I was gay,” said Roger.

“So you set his mind at ease about that, I imagine,” said Keith.

“Of course I did. But I couldn’t resist making him squirm, though. I told him I was pretty sure I was straight, except that you’ve been doing such a good job of sucking my dick that I was thinking about switching to the other side.”

“Oh my God!” said Keith. “You know we haven’t ….”

“Dad knew I wasn’t serious, because I was laughing so hard I could hardly get the words out.”
“So then what did he say?” asked Keith. “I mean, once he realized that your college roommate is gay? I mean, once he really thought about you living day in and day out with a gay guy.”

“We talked about it. He was a bit upset about it, actually. Anyway, now that he knows, he wants to see you again. I mean, he wants to spend some time with the two of us. He wants to come over in a week or so and take us out for pizza or something,” said Roger.

“That sounds nice,” said Keith. “I hope he likes me.”

“Of course,” said Roger. “Don’t worry about it. Anyway, the important thing is that I like you, and we’ll still be roommates regardless. Unless …”

“Unless what?” asked Keith.

“Unless you kill me with your bare hands after you read what is in this envelope,” said Roger, handing the envelope to Keith.

“Oh my God, what have you done?” asked Keith.

“Just read it,” said Roger.

Keith ripped open the envelope and pulled out a little note: “Dear Keith, Roger has told me many nice things about you, and I’m looking forward to seeing you again. I hope you understand that I love my son very much, and I want what’s best for him. The key to your lock is on my key ring, and I plan to keep it there until I have a chance to talk with you. Yours truly, Frank.”
“Frank?” asked Keith.

“Yes, that’s my Dad’s first name,” said Roger. “But don’t worry, we’ll work this out together.”

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Roger’s Brothers Take Control

A series of e-mails involving Roger’s brothers: Jerry, Seth, Troy and Jake follows:

Subject Line: I need your gay roommate’s e-mail address
From: Jerry
To: Roger

Hey Roger. Dad doesn’t know it yet, but I took the key to your gay roommate’s chastity device off his key ring. Tell your roommate to send me an e-mail so that I will have his e-mail address. Tell him not to worry. I will make sure he gets his key back.
– Jerry

* * * * *

Subject Line: I need your gay roommate’s e-mail address
From: Keith
To: Jerry, (cc: Roger)

Dear Jerry. I am very curious why you took the key, and I look forward to getting it back ASAP. Thanks in advance for helping me get it back.
– Keith

* * * * *

Subject Line: Baby brother’s vulnerable ass and his horny gay college roommate
From: Jerry
To: Seth, Troy, Jake (cc: Keith, Roger)

Dear Seth, Troy and Jake,
Our baby brother is in a predicament. His assigned roommate (Keith) is a horny gay guy. Fortunately, Keith has his privates in a chastity cage, and I was able to steal the key. I understand that he is willing to endure the chastity cage as long as he is teased from time to time. My idea is that we brothers could tease him until the end of the school year. Thus, our baby brother’s vulnerable ass will be protected from penetration. What do you think?
For Keith’s benefit I have attached two photos. Also, I’ve given the key to Seth.
– Jerry

[Editor: The first photo was of Jerry’s naked ass, halfway covered by a towel. Jerry was lying in bed when the photo was taken. The other photo showed a key ring with Keith’s name on it attached to a key.]

* * * * *

Subject Line: Very funny
From: Keith
To: Jerry (cc: Seth, Troy, Jake, Roger)

Dear Jerry,
Roger tells me that you brothers like to play practical jokes on each other. Anyway, Roger is perfectly safe with me, regardless of whether I have a chastity cage on or not. Whenever you are done with your jokester stuff, please return my key.
– Keith

* * * * *

Subject Line: Very funny
From: Roger
To: Jerry (cc: Seth, Troy, Jake, Keith)

Dear Brothers
Just as Keith has said, I am perfectly safe with him. No need to worry. Please return the key ASAP.
– Roger

* * * * *

[A few days later …]

Subject Line: Baby brother’s vulnerable ass and his horny gay college roommate
From: Seth
To: Keith (cc: Jerry, Troy, Jake, Roger)

Dear Keith,
Roger can be so trusting. I believe you are probably a good guy. I received the key and gave it to Troy. I’ll let him decide what to do with it.
I have to apologize, though, because I inadvertently spilled Elmer’s Glue on it. Probably you will be able to scrape it off without much difficulty.
I’ve attached a couple of photos.
– Seth

[Editor: One photo showed the key covered with Elmer’s Glue. Another photo showed Seth’s full rear end. He was in bed with a towel next to him.]

* * * * *

[A few days later …]

Subject Line: Baby brother’s vulnerable ass and his horny gay college roommate
From: Troy
To: Keith (cc: Jerry, Seth, Jake, Roger)

Dear Keith,
I didn’t want Jake to miss out on the fun, so I’ve given him the key.
I have to apologize, though, because I inadvertently spilled more Elmer’s Glue on it. Also, I happened to be trimming my chest with an electric razor, and I inadvertently dropped the key in the discarded chest hairs.
I’ve attached some photos.
– Seth

[Editor: One photo showed the key covered with Elmer’s Glue and chest hairs. Another photo showed a selfie that Troy had taken in the mirror when he was dressed only in a towel around his waist. He took that photo before trimming his chest hairs. A third photo showed Troy holding the towel strategically in front of his privates. This last photo was taken after he had trimmed his chest hairs.]

* * * * *

[A few days later …]

Subject Line: Baby brother’s vulnerable ass and his horny gay college roommate
From: Jake
To: Keith (cc: Jerry, Seth, Troy, Roger)

Dear Keith,
I think Jerry should be the one to return the key since he is the one who stole it. I’ve given it back to Jerry.
I have to apologize, though, because I inadvertently spilled more Elmer’s Glue on it. Also, I happened to be trimming my pubic hair with an electric razor, and I inadvertently dropped the key in the discarded pubic hairs.
I’ve attached some photos.
– Jake

[One photo showed the key covered with Elmer’s Glue and pubic hairs, etc. Another photo showed a selfie that Jake had taken with the camera pointed upward from his crotch, such that his pubic hairs were in the lower portion of the photo and his grinning face was at the top. A third photo showed his newly-trimmed pubic hairs.]

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A New Strategy

Several days later Seth, Jake and Troy arrived at Jerry’s apartment, and Roger’s four older brothers sat down at the kitchen table to brainstorm what to do next.

“We can’t go on sending Keith pictures of ourselves,” said Jerry. “It was funny before, but if we go on doing this, it will just be annoying, not to mention time-consuming. We need to come up with a different strategy.”

“We could just leave Roger and Keith alone and stop bothering them,” said Seth. “Maybe we are overreacting. Maybe we’re trying to solve a problem that doesn’t exist.”

“Maybe the problem doesn’t exist now, but it might in the future,” said Troy. “I don’t want to sit back and do nothing.”

“I agree,” said Jake. “This Keith guy needs to know that we will be in his face if something goes wrong.”

“We haven’t even met him yet,” said Seth. “Perhaps if we got to know him, we would realize we have nothing to worry about.”

“Perhaps all of us could meet him,” said Jerry. “Wouldn’t that be intimidating for him? We could be all polite and friendly, but he would understand the threat if he saw all of us together, don’t you think?”

“I want to meet him, and I want to stay in his face in a routine sort of way,” said Seth. “I think the two of them need some sort of ongoing supervision – a constant reminder that we’re concerned about them.”

“What if we planned some sort of manly activity that we could invite them to,” said Jerry. “Something like bowling, or that bar on 5th street that has pool tables, or beer and chicken wings.”

“That sounds good to me,” said Troy. “Manly night.”

“I don’t want to call it ‘manly night’,” said Seth. “That is vaguely insulting, as if Keith wasn’t manly. Maybe he is or maybe he isn’t, but either way, I don’t want to insult him.”

“How about ‘Intense Supervision night,” said Jake. “That’s what we are talking about, isn’t it? The need to supervise them and keep them out of trouble?”

“That sounds insulting also,” commented Jerry. “They’re not eighth graders, after all.”

“How about ‘boys night’?” asked Jake.

“That’s better,” said Seth. “But…”

“Or ‘guys night’?” suggested Jerry.

“I think I have a better idea,” said Seth. “How about something less threatening to Keith. Something that implies that we intend to be his friend. How about ‘Brother’s Night’?”
“Of course Keith is not our brother,” commented Jake.

“It’s not a perfect term, of course,” said Seth. “But it conveys the idea that we want to include him in our group, and the group involves brothers. After all, Roger has known him for years, has played on the same soccer team with him, and seems to genuinely like him. I think in order to put our best foot forward, we should call it Brothers Night. If we eventually decide the term doesn’t work for us, then we can always change it later. The important thing is to put a positive spin on what we’re trying to do. Don’t you agree?”

“It’s okay with me,” said Jerry. “It may not be a perfect term, but if we can’t think of a better one, then this one is okay with me.”

The next day Jerry knocked on Roger’s dorm room door and was pleased when Roger opened the door.
“Wow, hello Jerry. I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” said Roger. “Come on in. Have a seat,” he said, pointing to Keith’s bed.

“This must be Keith’s bed. I can tell, because it is all nicely made up, whereas yours is a rumpled mess.”

“I just got back from class,” said Roger. “I make up my bed sometimes, but I was a bit rushed this morning.”

“Don’t tell anyone I was in a gay man’s bed,” said Jerry as he sat down, rolling his eyes.
“Your secret is safe with me,” said Roger. “So, anyway, what’s up?”

“I’m here for multiple reasons,” said Jerry. “All of them related to your roommate.”

“You guys have been very juvenile lately,” said Roger. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

“I know we’ve been overreacting,” said Jerry. “Haven’t we?”

“Of course you’re overreacting,” said Roger. “I have a gay roommate. Get over it.”

“It’s not like you two are having sex together, right?” asked Jerry.

Roger paused. “Not really. That’s not the kind of relationship we want to have.”

“What does ‘not really’ mean?” asked Jerry.

“Well, we live together, and we’re both horny, but we don’t have sex. I mean, he stays in his bed, and I stay in mine. There have been a few times when we masturbated at night in our separate beds. Generally I wait until he falls asleep before I masturbate, because I feel a bit unnerved when he’s stroking his cock in the next bed.”

“I can see why that would be a distraction,” said Jerry.

“It’s mostly because I think he has a very strong attraction to me. If he is stroking his cock, he’s probably imagining sex with me. Of course, in the last several weeks his cock has been in a cage, so he hasn’t been doing any masturbating.”

“Why do you think he’s attracted to you,” asked Jerry. “Has he said so?”

“No, he tries to keep his feelings to himself, but I can tell,” said Roger.

“How can you tell?” asked Jerry.

“Mostly because whenever I am shirtless, his breathing changes, like he is feeling a bit stressed. He also has a tendency to stare at me, especially when my shirt is off. I don’t mind it. Actually I kind of like it. There is some element of hero worship in our relationship. I’m the hero, and he is the worshiper.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?” asked Jerry.

“Go ahead,” said Roger.

“When you are stroking your cock, are you thinking about him?”

“Wow, you weren’t kidding. That is a super personal question,” said Roger. He paused. “99% of the time I am thinking of girls, just as you would expect. However, I do have a fantasy about Keith. Do you want to hear it?”

“Go ahead,” said Jerry.

“My fantasy is that he handcuffs me to the bed,” said Roger. “Now we don’t have handcuffs, so this is purely a fantasy. After I am secure, he starts stroking my dick in a tantric fashion. In other words, he keeps me on the edge for two or three hours, until I am desperate to come. Finally he lets me shoot my load, and it comes out with such power that the semen lands on my face and neck and chest. Am I being graphic enough?”

“Very graphic,” said Jerry.

“So, do you think I’m gay?” asked Roger.

“No, I think you’re horny,” said Jerry. “At your age being horny means being a healthy young man. You’re horny, and you have another guy in the same room with you. I don’t think it’s unreasonable for you to think about him in a sexual way from time to time. It’s probably perfectly normal. I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you.”

Keith opened the door to the room, and Roger and Jerry both jumped up in surprise.

“Well hello,” said Keith. “I didn’t know you had company.”

“This is my brother, Jerry,” said Roger.

“Very glad to meet you,” said Jerry, offering his hand for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you as well,” said Keith, shaking his hand. “And thanks for the photo of your bottom. I enjoyed getting it. You and your brothers are quite the comedians.”

“That’s very kind of you to say,” said Jerry. “We’ve been assholes, and we’re all very sorry about it. I apologize, and I hope you’ll please forgive us.”

“No problem,” said Keith. “I’m hoping to get the key back very soon, though.”

“As a matter of fact, I have the key right here,” said Jerry, pulling it out of his pocket and handing it to Keith.

“What happened to the Elmer’s Glue?” asked Keith, seeing the key in pristine condition.
“That was the other key,” replied Jerry. “We threw that one away. Anyway, I’d like to change the subject, if I may.”

“Of course,” said Keith.

“Seth, Jake, Troy and I all live in the area, and we want to try something we are calling Brother’s Night, where we brothers go out and have fun together. We were wondering if you and Roger would be available on Thursday to go bowling with us. If you hate bowling, we could do something else.”

“Bowling is fine,” said Keith, his eyes watering a bit. “I’m really touched that you would invite me along, particularly if it’s Brother’s Night.”

“Great. Is Thursday good for both of you?” asked Jerry.

Roger and Keith agreed.

“Okay, meet us at the bowling alley at 7 p.m.,” said Jerry. He reached out to shake Keith’s hand again. “I’m glad we could finally meet, Keith. I’m looking forward to spending time with both of you on Thursday. I need to get home, so I’m going to head out.”

Everyone said their goodbyes, and Jerry left.

Roger immediately sat on his bed, hung his head and began to cry.

“What on earth is wrong?” asked Keith.

“Just let me cry for a few minutes. I rarely cry, but this is one of those times,” said Roger.
“Your brother was so nice. He brought me the key! I don’t understand what could be upsetting, but then you were talking before I arrived. He must have said something that upset you.”

“I think I upset myself with what I said to him,” said Keith.

“What did you say?” asked Roger.

“Please don’t ask me right now.” Roger lay on the bed in a fetal position and tears spilled down his cheeks. Keith sat down on his own bed and watched him with a worried expression.

“I feel so awful,” said Roger after a few minutes. “As if I’d been punched in the stomach.”
“I don’t know if it helps for me to say this,” said Keith. “But I want you to know what a great guy you are. You’re kind, considerate, intelligent, athletic, a really good friend, and also handsome, of course. I’m trying to cheer you up.”

“I feel a tiny bit better,” said Roger. “But you may be a little mad when you hear what I’m upset about.”

“What are you upset about?” asked Keith.

“Prepare yourself for a shock,” said Roger. “My brother and I were talking about my sexual feelings for you.”

“What???” asked Keith. “You have sexual feelings for me?”

“It’s hard to explain,” said Roger. “I think I’m straight. Nevertheless, I am a horny guy, and I live with you, and I like you a lot. When I told Jerry how I felt about you, I could no longer deny that I must be a tiny bit gay, or at least so horny that I could be confused about being gay. Does that make any sense?”

“Not as much sense as I’d like,” said Keith. “I want to know every word you said to Jerry, exactly as you said it.”

“That will have to wait for some other time,” said Roger. “In the meantime, I have a sexual proposition for you.”

“Oh my God,” said Keith. “What?”

“First of all, I’d like for you to remove your clothes and let me unlock your penis.”

“And?”

“Secondly, I want you to lie naked with me in my bed, squeeze my balls, jack off, and come all over my chest.”

“Wow!” said Keith. “I am stunned. But can we return to the part about me squeezing your balls?”
“I get sexual pleasure when my balls are squeezed,” said Roger. “It was my favorite thing I liked to do in bed with my last girlfriend. She would squeeze my balls and I loved it.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?” asked Keith.

“Yes, it can hurt, depending on how hard they are squeezed,” replied Roger. “But I like it. Anyway, are you game?”

“I’m game,” said Keith, taking his clothes off. “Are we going to do this every day?”

“Hah hah,” said Roger. “I just want to try this as a one-time thing. I’m just upset right now, and I need immediate sexual attention.”

“Well, I was going to study for a test,” said Keith with a smile, “but I guess I can spare some time.”
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Doctor Gets Admitted to the Psych Ward
by Pencil
Art by Mitchell

Joyce and I had gone through medical school together, so naturally when I attended the seminar back East, I called her up to see if we could do lunch, and hopefully more. She actually was an old sweet heart of mine. Things had not been going well with my wife lately and I was hoping for, maybe, a little action. She was busy, but we agreed on lunch, with me meeting her at the mental hospital where she worked. That way she could give me brief tour before we ate.

The security at the mental hospital was tight, and I had to go through several gates to get to the reception area. At the first gate eyes..I had to present a photo id. My name was on the visitors sheet, so they gave me a badge, which I clipped to the inside lapel of my white lab coat. As per my request, the badge identified me as “Dr. Gregory Watson”. In hospitals, I always wear identification as a doctor, just to let people know who is in charge. The guards quickly buzzed me through.

I walked down a large steel mesh hallway to get to the second gate, which, in addition to two armed guards, also had a metal detector. They checked my badge again and told me to put any “personal items, metal objects, and my wallet” in the lockers that corresponded with my badge number. Although I thought it was a little bit silly, it was a mental hospital, so I did what they asked. Since I was kind of warm, and, since the lab coat had metal buttons, I put the coat in the locker, too.

I passed through the metal detector, and the guard buzzed me into the next hallway. I walked down a long, sterile hospital corridor and approached a steel cage at the far end next to a sign that said “RECEPTION”. A nurse in the cage buzzed me through the door to the other side and asked me to “state my business”.

I explained that I was here to see Dr. Joyce Maitland for lunch, and she said rather curtly that she didn’t know anything about any appointment. Then she asked to see my visitor’s badge. After several moments of panicked search, I realized that I didn’t have it…I had left it clipped to the lab coat that was now resting comfortably in the locker! I tried to explain what had happened, but she left and came back with another nurse, an effeminate looking male nurse with a bitchy facial expression.

“Is your name Gregory?” he said curtly.

“Yes…,” I replied, slightly annoyed by the gruff way I was addressed.

He buzzed me through yet another door and told me to follow him. Upon entering a large tiled shower room, he placed a cardboard box at my feet. The box had the name Gregory JEFFERTS and a serial number on the side. But my name, of course, was Gregory Watson. What was happening?

The bitchy male nurse looked at me and smiled. “OK, Jefferts, strip down to your birthday suit. Every stitch…undies too! Put it all in the box.”

“Look, this is a mistake. I’m not a patient; I’m just here for lunch! I don’t know what that nurse said, but I’m not who I am! I mean, who they said I am! I need to get that damn badge!” I probably sounded condescending to him but I couldn’t help it. I started to walk past him, but he gruffly pushed me back, so I pushed him. It was a big mistake! he glared at me and muttered, “You’re gonna regret that, mister.” Then he pushed a red button on the wall.

Two large black orderlies walked in. They were both over 6 foot and very muscular. Despite their white uniforms, they looked more like street thugs than medical personnel — one even had a gang tattoo on his arm.

“Our little prince here needs some help taking off his clothes, boys”, the nurse said, smugly. “Maybe you can give him a hand.”

I looked around at the bitch nurse and these low class orderlies. I didn’t like the way they were looking at me and I wasn’t about to demean myself in front of them but I realized at that moment that I didn’t have much of a choice. The two thugs started to move towards me, and I quickly took off my shoes. “Wait…I’ll do it…just not in front of you guys, I would like some privacy.”

“You’re not giving the orders in here, Mister!,” he snapped back. “You’re just another patient now, and I’ll strip you down butt naked like all the rest! Now take off your jacket!”

I took off my expensive suit jacket, folded it neatly, and put it in the box. I was hoping to impress my lunch date with how successful I had become, so I purposely wore an expensive suit and had reservations at a nice restaurant.

“Now your ring and watch!” he snapped. “Give them to me.”

I took off my expensive wedding band and fancy watch and handed them over to the bitch nurse. He smiled at me as he put them in him pocket.

“Now the show starts to get interesting, honey. Take off your tie and shirt. And do it nice and slow.” I noticed his lisp and he looked me up and down lasciviously.

I swallowed hard and undid my tie and slowly undid the buttons of my white suit shirt. Slow was good…maybe Joyce would find me and rescue me! In the meantime, I knew I would have to perform a slow, humiliating strip tease for the grinning nurse and the two leering men.

“Was everyone here a fag?”, I wondered.

I folded my shirt and put it in the box. I know I have nothing to be ashamed of’ I keep myself in good shape playing sports but I definitely never exposed my body unwillingly like this before. One of the orderlies let out a little wolf whistle.

“He’s got a good chest on him. But hardly a man, only a little peach fuzz between his pecs, Tyrone!” one of the men said.

“Sure,” the other man agreed. “Nice treasure trail though and a flat belly. ’But, these snooty society bastards never got big cocks. But their asses are like rubber bands!” They both laughed, and the nurse barked out the next command.

“Now the pants, Princess.”

I unzipped my fly and took off my pants. Now I was wearing nothing but socks and my silk boxers. I’ve always liked silk underwear. I like the way the smooth material caresses my junk. but, when I got dressed that morning I was hoping Joyce might see them. I never imagined that I’d be forced to parade around in my scanties in front of these hooligans.

One of the men told me to put my hands on top of my head and turn around, nice and slow. I did as I was told exposing my hairy pits. They were becoming sweaty. They whistled and hooted at me. I felt like some cheap little slut at one of those sleazy lunch-time lingerie fashion shows. I could actually feel myself blushing, a fact that the nurse noted with obvious delight as I took off my socks off.

“Okay, honey, time for the moment of truth,” the nurse said. “Slip off those boxers and show the boys that cute little ass of yours.”

“I’ll bet you 25 cents he ain’t no natural blonde, Tyrone!” the larger man said.

“You’re on!” Tyrone said, with a laugh. “Did you hear that, white boy? You gonna have to slip outta them spensive, pretty WHITE panties, to he’p ol Tyrone win 25 cents!”

Reluctantly, I turned around and pulled down my boxers, unfortunately giving them a rather lewd view of my upturned bottom and probably the back of my nuts.

“Thats dark fur in his crack. Think I won!” one commented.

With almost tears in my eyes, I placed my hands on top of my head and slowly turned around, exposing my naked genitals for all to see. My limp penis and balls dangled out in the open for them. I had never felt so naked.

“WOO-HEE! A natural blonde! You owe me two bits, Roscoe!” Tyrone shouted. A tear started streaming down my cheek as I stood there, naked and humiliated, while Roscoe tossed the grinning Tyrone a quarter. Stripped of everything, for 25 cents!

“Okay, let’s go, boys,” the nurse said, gruffly. We don’t have all day to process the prince. All three of them put on rubber gloves and face masks. This was not a good sign.

The nurse turned and left the room, and the two orderlies quickly advanced on me. They grabbed my arms, led me over to a pair of cuffs dangling from the ceiling, slipped my wrists into the cuffs, and adjusted the slack so that my toes were barely touching the floor. The nurse walked in, carrying a scrub bucket and an ancient-looking pair of electric shears. Putting down the bucket, he turned on the shears, which came to life with an evil hum.

“You don’t have to shave him,” Roscoe said. “Ain’t no way a fine uptown piece of ass like him got lice.”

The nurse replied, “I’m the one who decides who gets shaved, and I say that we shave him bald as a billiard ball.”

The nurse sat on a stool behind me then, unceremoniously, grabbed my buttocks and pushed them a part.

I have often intimately examined others before without much thought but never has a human being looked at my most private place before then and I felt totally violated. There I was suspended helplessly while three strangers, likely homosexuals, were gazing at my asshole at their leisure. I felt the little fag poking around my anus and the area behind my ball bag.

“Yea, he’s pretty clean. Has a nice pair of low hangers.” He announced to the others. “Lets just give him a good scrubbing.”

The two boys took coarse scrub brushes out of the bucket and started roughly scrubbing me down like I was some filthy sow. The chemical solution they used burned and stank, quickly overwhelming my expensive cologne. I would be reeking of disinfectant for weeks.

Of course, they used my scrub down as an opportunity to squeeze my genitals and bottom. At the nurse’s suggestion, they both took time for a cavity search, which involved fingering my helpless hole. I moaned and writhed with the sensation and then to my horror I realized I was getting a semi. The low-lives loved watching the shame in my face and discomfort as my traitor dick rose to full attention. Roscoe, in particular, enjoyed the experience and assured me that he’d be visiting me later on that night….

The cruel nurse, in the meantime, turned his attention to my head. “You won’t look so high and mighty after I shear off that fancy society haircut. But I’m probably doing you a favor, honey. You’re gonna be so ugly, nobody’s gonna want to fuck you.”

“I’ll still fuck him,” Roscoe said. Tyrone quickly agreed.

“Well, except Roscoe and Tyrone. But they’re probably just gonna do it ’cause they remember what a fine prince you were when we brought you in here.”

After my head was totally bald, I looked mournfully at my golden locks on the floor. With the work complete, Tyrone hosed me down like I was a dog, taking particular delight in directing the freezing stream of water against my jiggling genitals and up between my legs at my freshly violated anus.

“Did you bring a gown?” Tyrone asked the nurse.

“No, I figured we’d dress him in the supply area. We better restrain him first, though.”

They unhooked me from the ceiling cuffs, but then fastened my hands behind my back using a cheap pair of plastic handcuffs Tyrone had on his belt. He roughly grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and pushed me out into the hallway, stark naked!

Tyrone, Roscoe and the nurse walked me slowly down that large hallway, making sure that everyone got a good look. The hallway was filled with uniformed staff and patients in their hospital gowns. I endured their winks and rude comments, barely able to look up at them.

Just imagine how I felt. A respected man, a professional, and I was essentially out in public totally nude! I couldn’t even cover my junk with my hands as they were tied behind me. And I was still hard! These strangers were all seeing me sexually aroused! The shame was crushing!

I was acutely aware of my boner waving side to side as I walked. One of my fellow patients even slapped me hard on my bare ass as I walked by making me jump. Tyrone just laughed! I looked back at the leering patient, and he winked at me and rubbed his crotch. On his robe he was wearing a yellow tag that said “SEX OFFENDER”. I prayed that they wouldn’t put us in the same ward.

“Look at that pretty muscle ass of your wiggle,” He shouted after me. “Can’t wait till you drop the soap in the shower!”

Then I saw another patient to my side. He looked familiar but I couldn’t place his face. His expression was one of surprise and then he smiled widely; “Doctor Watson!, Is that you? What are you doing here?”

I suddenly recognized him. He was one of my old patients! Maybe he could help me!

“Back away psycho,” Tyrone ordered him, and then I realized that no one was going to listen to him anyway.

My former patient looked down at my now only semi erect penis. I looked down at my own penis too. A drop of pre-cum was dangling from the tip.

“Wow, Dr. Watson, I never would have guessed you had such a nice cock!”, he said.

I had come through the gates as a respected member of the medical profession. I had come here for a guided tour! As a doctor I knew that everyone I met would treat me with deference and respect.

But, in less than 30 minutes, I had been stripped of everything. My ID, my medical degree, my legal rights, my expensive clothing, and my dignity were all taken away. I was no longer a successful professional. I was now just another mental patient: bald, shackled, stinking of disinfectants, and forced to parade down the hall in my birthday suit to everyone’s obvious amusement. I couldn’t take it any more.

“You assholes will be sorry!” I shouted at the orderlies. “I am not one of these psychos! I am a respected doctor! I demand you let me go right now!”

“Oh my,” the queer nurse answered with his stupid nasal voice. “Our new boy doesn’t know how things work here. He wants our respect. Is that right Greggy?”

“Yes,” I answered. “And my name is Dr. Gregory Watson!” I felt myself fighting back tears I was so frustrated but I definitely didn’t want to humiliate myself more by crying. Especially not in this large foyer in front of so many witnesses. “I want my clothes back and want to get out of here. When Joyce gets here, she will tell you who I am and you will be in big trouble.”

“Joyce? Oh you mean Dr. Maitland. Don’t worry, she will be seeing you soon enough, but right now we are going to show you what happens when you don’t behave. Boys please show our new guest what happens when he mouthes off.”

With my hands still tied behind my back, my head was suddenly forced forward and down. I was being bent over at the waist so my butt was the highest part of me. Then my legs were kicked a part. I had to co-operate by moving my feet apart so I wouldn’t fall over.

I looked back between my legs at the crowd of staff and patients who must of now been staring at my spread ass cheeks and swaying scrotum. What a pathetic site I must have been making.

“Pass me the strap.”, the nurse ordered.

I saw that most of the people watching were smiling. The sex offender pushed his way to the front; “Spread his legs more,” he shouted, “We can’t quite see his hole!”

“I knew we should have shaved his whole body!”, the nurse said and then amazingly they did what the pervert requested and pushed my feet apart even wider.

“Ok better,” the psycho shouted.

My ex-piatient was there too staring down at me; “Dr Watson, you sure look different like this. I wouldn’t have thought you would have a hairy crack like that. You got big low hangers for sure…. Nice.”

Then suddenly I felt a painful lash across my bare butt. I screamed and tried to jump up but they held me down. The crowd cheered. Then another searing pain and then another. I started to cry. I started to beg for them to stop. The pain was unbearable.

“I’m sorry.” I screamed. “I’m sorry, I will behave!”

I closed my eyes so not to see the upside down view of all those people but I could still here them laughing at me.

It finally stopped and I was allowed to stand up and face the crowd.

“Ok good boy,” the queer nurse said “Now lets get you settled and into your diapers. The doctor will see you soon.”

“Diapers?” I asked through my tears. “I don’t need diapers!”

The bitchy nurse shook his head like I was a stupid child. He pointed to the puddle of piss on the floor. I turned even more red as I realized I had pissed myself in front of all these people.

As I stood there naked with my head down crying in front of the crowd, I wasn’t so sure if I wanted Joyce to come to my rescue any more.

Blazing Embers does his best to resist The Leech. But with the assistance of his dream lover Hydro, he soon succumbs to his captor’s touch.

The Elementals – Chapter 7
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Elementals

Chapter 7

Blazing Embers slowly opened his eyes as he became aware of his surroundings. His vision was blurred from sleep and as he tried to rub his eyes, the young hero heard a strange clink. His eyes popped open as he realized that he could not move his arms. Looking to the left and right, he saw thick chains shackled to his wrists. “What the hell is going on?” he thought.

“Awake at last?” A deep rumbling voice said softly. A light flickered on and illuminated a towering bulk of green-skinned muscle. Even with the vaulted ceiling, his head brushed the top. Blazing Embers suddenly felt very small and powerless compared to this monstrous being.

The hero gasped as his memories suddenly flooded his mind. This monster was somehow controlling his brothers and had them fight him to take him. He remembered the looks of adoration on their faces as they betrayed him.

“What do you want with me?” The hero spat as he struggled against his bondage.

“I want to give you pleasure, Daniel.” His captor said as his giant hand brushed across the helpless young man’s cheek. “I can show you a world of love and devotion that you have only dreamt about. A place where you can be ultimately accepted and always loved. I can give you the key to all of your fantasies and dreams. Submit to me and all this can be yours.”

Blazing Ember’s eyes grew wide as the monster used his real name. The brush against his skin felt tantalizing as a wave of pleasure swept through his body. Looking down, he could see that he was totally naked. His cheeks reddened as he yanked again on his chains. “Is that what you did to my brothers?” He snarled as he squashed the feelings of submission. He had to be strong and resist the charms and pleasure if he was to free his brothers.

The hulking green-tinged man smiled as he looked down on his struggling prisoner. “I set them free from the pressures of being a superhero. Their stress and cares have vanished as all they desire is to experience the touch of pleasure that only I can give.”

Glaring at his captor, Blazing Embers gathered in his strength and set the chains holding him on fire. With enough heat, they would melt and he would begin his fight anew.

The muscled captor smirked as his wagged his finger like a father chiding his naughty son. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

A second light flickered on and the hero could see Hydro tied to a gurney with wires and rope. The sound from his room entered in through a speaker and Blazing Embers could hear his screams of pain.

“The more you struggle, the more pain he feels.” The monster explained. “Your escape could very well kill him.”

The fires on the chains were extinguished instantly as the hero shook his head in frustration. The monster knew almost everything about him including his love for The Elemental’s leader that he thought safely hidden away.

“That is much better,” His captor said at the sight of the vanishing flames as he glanced back through the window at the panting blonde hero. He turned his attention back to the glaring hero. His brushed his fingers across Blazing Ember’s exposed limp cock sending shivers of pleasure through his muscled body.

“Don’t touch me!” The hero spat as he shook his head. The touch affected him more than it should have and he was afraid of what might happen if he gave in to it.

“I will do much more than touch,” The monster said with a lustful smile. “Soon you will be mine and join the rest of your brothers in service to me.”

“I will never submit!” Blazing Embers vowed.

The green-skinned captor shrugged. “The more you resist, the more your brother suffers. His hand started to glow green and Hydro’s body was enveloped with an aura of the same color. His screams of pain made Blazing Embers flinch as he watched helplessly.

“Stop!” He yelled. “Stop hurting him!”

“You hold the key to stopping his torture.” His captor explained without a hint of emotion. “Give yourself to me and the pain will fade to pleasure. I will give Hydro to you and he will love you with all his heart. It’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?”

The thought of the blonde stud reciprocating his love was agony to the chained up hero. He wanted this so much that for once he thought about doing the wrong thing. The monster tempted him with the thing he wanted most and struggling to accept was agony. He closed his eyes as he felt tears welling up.

“How could you do this to me?” He whispered. “What have we done to deserve this?”

The muscled giant knelt down and stroked the helpless hero’s face wiping away his tears. “You boys weren’t the government’s only experiments. I was once just like you and like you I escaped from their clutches. I only need enough power to set the rest of the your brothers free and make the real monsters pay for their crimes.”

Blazing Embers opened his eyes and looked into the red eyes of his captor. “What are you talking about?”

“I wasn’t always the monster that I am today. I had a family and a normal life once. The government took it all away from me with their experiments. They created me to counter you and your brothers. If they had their way, they would have me kill you and erase the fact that you ever existed. I managed to escape but I did not have the power to stop their plans.

That is when I decide to track all of you down. Your life essence gives me my power, but does not diminish your own power. The process will show you a world of pleasure that you never knew existed. Give me the power I need to get revenge. Not only for myself, but for the wrongs that have been dealt to countless others.”

The hero felt sympathy for this villain that he didn’t think was possible. He stared for a long time into the monster’s red eyes. It was horrifying to think that there were others who were experimented on like him. Part of him wanted to assist his captor willingly, but deep down he knew that this was wrong.

“Please.” He said softly. “Give me time to think it over.”

The monster nodded as he stood back up to his feet towering over the helpless hero. “You have an hour,” He said simply before leaving the room.

Blazing Embers counted slowly in his mind as he watched Hydro slumped in his bondage. Once he reached thirty, he was sure that he had an hour to escape. He looked at the shackles that kept his arms from moving and formed a tiny flame next to his head.

Hydro moaned as if he felt a slight pain. The hero knew he had to be careful not to have his brother alert his captor that he was using his powers. The tiny flame crept to the shackles and slowly climbed up the round metal to the key hole that led to freedom.

Sweat started to form as he struggled to keep the flame small enough to avoid detection. Focusing his mind and power on this tiny flame, Blazing Embers directed the flame into the key hole and fed all of his frustration into his creation.

When the shackle clicked open, the hero breathed a sigh of relief. His arm was sore from being immobile for so long. Wasting no time, he started the process over again keeping a close eye on Hydro to make sure he did not use too much power. Not only did he not want to alert the monster of his escape, but he did not want to cause his brother more pain than necessary.

Finally free from his bondage, Blazing Embers hopped down from the table and looked around. He was very aware of his nakedness and wanted to find something to cover his modesty. But there was no time to waste on a search. The monster might come back at anytime.

Creeping soundlessly, he walked over to the window and placed his hands on the glass. Now that he was free, he could use his powers freely without hurting Hydro, but he still did not want to alert his captor that he was free.

The glass melted from the heat of his hands and Blazing Embers climbed into the next room. Hydro looked like he was passed out on the gurney and looked like a beautiful angel. For years, he had loved his brother in agony that his love will never be reciprocated in the same way. The monster’s offer flashed in his mind again and he ruthlessly shoved those thoughts to the back of his head. Agony or not, it was not right to force someone to love you.

Blazing Embers started to disconnect the wires from the naked form of the muscled hero. Hydro’s eyes opened and he stared in wonder at his hero. “Daniel, is that you?” He whispered as if he did not believe.

The hero nodded as he untied the remaining rope. “I am here to rescue you.”

Hydro leaped up and embraced him in a huge bear hug. “Thank god that you are here!” He sobbed as he started to cry uncontrollably. “The Leech hurt me so much!”

Blazing Embers returned the embrace as he relished in the pleasure of their naked bodies touching. He held the blonde hero tight in his arms hoping to calm his crying. “We need to hurry before he returns.” He whispered. “Can you walk?”

Hydro still held him tight as he buried his face into the hero’s chest. Blazing Ember’s lifted his chin and wiped the tears that fell from his watery blue eyes. “We don’t have much time,” He insisted.

The hero blinked in surprise as Hydro pulled him on the gurney and started kissing him passionately. The fire powered hero struggled to escape the lip lock but his struggle ceased as the pleasure of his fantasies coming true was too much for him to handle. His cock was hard as steel and he could feel the hardness of his brother rubbing against him.

“I want you so badly!” Hydro whispered as he softly bit the naked hero’s lower lip.

Blazing Embers moaned softly as he wanted nothing more than to give in to his desires. He shook his head as he tried to focus his mind. “We need to leave now! The Leech could be back any moment.”

Hydro suddenly rolled off the table and pushed a button on a console next to the gurney. Blazing Embers cried out in surprise as steel tentacles fell from the ceiling and attached themselves to his wrists and ankles.

Hanging down, just hovering above the gurney, his still hard cock almost touched the place where his love was previously tied up. Grinding his teeth, he activated his powers to burn himself free. His eyes widened in shock as the flames rebounded back and hit him in his lower back.

“The steel is flame retardant,” Hydro explained smugly as all traces of his agony instantly vanished. “The Master thought you would resist.”

“Why are you doing this?” Blazing Embers moaned as he struggled against this new form of bondage.

Hydro smacked the hero’s exposed ass as he smiled. “I will do anything for the master and you should too.” He crawled under the hanging hero on the gurney and gave the helpless captive a smoldering look. “I can make all your fantasies come true if you just submit.”

The blonde ran his hands over the captive’s muscles taking time to explore the erogenous zones. He tweaked the nipples softly yanking on the red chest hair before going down to the treasure trail that led to his erect and leaking cock.

“Please don’t do this!” Blazing Embers begged. “This is wrong.”

“How is fulfilling your fantasies wrong?” Hydro asked coyly as he gripped the helpless hero’s hard cock. “I can be anything you want me to be. I can be yours and yours alone. The Master has shown me how much pleasure being with another man can be.”

“But you’re not gay! The Leech changed you into thinking that you are. He is going to use our stolen powers for revenge! We need to stop him! Please!”

Hydro leaned up and kissed his brother. “Don’t you want me?” He asked softly between kisses. “Let me make all your dreams come true.”

Burning Embers wanted so much to just give in. The blonde’s touches were bursts of pleasure that swept through his body with such an intense torrent that it was hard to focus. “Yes,” He whispered before he shook his head in shock. “NO! I can’t do this.”

Hydro turned his body so that his face was directly below the hero’s raging erection. He flicked his tongue up and wiped off the droplets of precum that had formed on the mushroom head. He started to kiss and lick the head and shaft as he made love to the helpless redhead’s love tool.

Trying to suppress a moan, Blazing Embers stared at the hard cock of his crush that brushed against his face. With the steel tentacles keeping him immobile, he could not avoid being caressed by the erection as he felt Hydro’s precum being wiped on his face as his own cock was given such exquisite oral attention.

Firmly keeping his mouth closed, he fought to keep resisting the urge to swallow the cock. His eyes widened as Hydro made oral love to his cock. Kissing, sucking, and giving him pleasure that he never knew before.

“You have to st…” His words were cut off as the blonde’s cock was thrust into his mouth. Blazing Embers tried to lift his head to free his mouth, but the steel tentacles made it impossible. The invading cock stayed firmly in his mouth as it began to thrust softly as Hydro sucked on his own cock.

It was a 69 position that he never thought possible. Hanging in the air held by the tentacles, Blazing Embers had to take everything that was dished out from the love of his life. Hydro’s cock tasted wonderful and the musky smell of his groin smelled like roses to him. The pleasure he felt from the attention that his rod was receiving only added to the joy of having such a beautiful cock in his mouth.

With a defeated sigh, the hero gave in to his urges and started to orally worship the cock that invaded his mouth. He felt Hydro wrap his arms around his waist and squeeze his ass cheeks, only adding to his pleasure. His own muffled moans merged with his brother’s moans into a harmonizing song of love making.

Blazing Embers started to feel the building pressure of a powerful orgasm as his hips tried to buck faster to reach that point of blissful pleasure. As he approached the point of no return, Hydro suddenly rolled off the table denying him the release that he desired.

Panting as he gulped down air, his body quivered with disappointment as he tried to clear his mind. He had little time to recover as the tentacles spread his legs apart as Hydro stepped between them. He tried to thrust his hips down so the head of his leaking cock would touch the gurney, but it just met open air as the frustration of being denied his orgasm was almost too much to bear.

The blonde hero spread his brother’s ass cheeks apart and started to work his tongue into the hidden tunnel of pleasure. Blazing Embers gasped as he felt a new form of pleasure. Squirming as his ass was invaded by Hydro’s tongue, he moaned as the ecstasy that clouded his mind came back with a vengeance.

Hydro spit into the hole as he reach and grasped his captive’s cock and started to tug on it. Although he was helpless to escape, the hero had a hard time focusing from so much sexual attention. That, combined with his years of fantasies of being this intimate with his leader, made it impossible for him to resist.

The blonde stopped tonguing his victim and replaced it with his fingers as he worked the hero’s asshole to prepare him for the ultimate invasion. He made sure to flick the helpless young man’s prostate to stimulate him even further and he judged by his captive’s moans when he hit that magic spot.

Again Burning Embers found himself fastly approaching orgasm as the tugging on his cock and his prostate being toyed with began to take it’s toll. Hydro once again stopped his sexual assault and waited until the pressure faded away before he started to process all over again.

Hours passed as the blonde played with the helpless hero’s body. He explored and worked every part of him find all of his pleasure zones and then exploiting them to increase the pleasure. His sense of time was severely scrambled as the need to explode in pleasure grew more and more desperate.

“Please let me cum!” Blazing Embers sobbed in frustration as yet another orgasm was stopped before it could form.

“Are you ready to submit and accept my gift?” The Leech said as he emerged from the shadows.

The hero could barely focus as he nodded frantically. The furthest part of his mind cried out in protest but the hours of edging and sexual torture quickly suppressed it.

At his master’s signal, Hydro pushed the gurney aside as the captive was lowered down to the level of his hard lube glistened cock. As he impaled himself into the helpless hero, the tentacles suddenly let Blazing Embers go as the blond caught his brother in his embrace. Holding the exhausted hero as he fucked him from behind, Hydro moaned as he looked forward to his reward for turning his brother to his master’s service.

The Leech went to his knees and enveloped the painfully hard cock of Blazing Embers. The combination of being fucked and sucked at the same time was pure ecstasy for the overly sexually stimulated hero. A red glow emanated from the villainous mastermind as he used his powers to make the red headed hero his.

With a wild cry of pleasure, Hydro released his seed into the fucked ass of his brother. Blazing Embers cried out as he felt his dream lover’s cum pummeling his poor battered prostate. A vast roar escaped from his lips as the orgasm that was denied to him for hours finally was allowed to happen.

The Leech clamped his mouth firmly down on the pulsating cock as the bucking hero finally released his pent up cum. Pleasure that had previously filled his body tore through his soul as his balls emptied their essence into the waiting mouth of the supervillain.

The orgasm seemed to last for an eternity as Blazing Embers screamed in a howl of defeat. Deep down he knew that he had lost the fight and he would be as trapped as his brothers. It was a distant thought as the ultimate orgasm emptied every single sperm that his balls had created.

When it was finally over, the hero found himself flung to the ground as Hydro embraced the hulking muscled villain. “Did I do well, Master?” He said with a glow of pleasure.

The Leech closed his eyes as he felt his powers expand as well as his muscles. He was now even larger than before and the power he now had at his command more vast than ever. He smiled as he mused the blonde slave’s hair. “You did well boy.”

Blazing Embers found himself slowly fading to darkness as the villain passionately kissed his brother.

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