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Three friends enter a paintball competition that isn’t exactly as it seems in this hot and imaginative bondage story from Gay Story Teller. First up…..Dan. Art by Sherwin.
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Paintball Pirates – Chapter 1: Dan
by GayStoryTeller
Series: Paintball Pirates
Art by Sherwin

Dan

Dan took another sip of coffee and glanced at his watch for the sixteenth time.  It was still 6:35, but that didn’t help much.  Dan didn’t like to be kept waiting, and especially on a Saturday morning.  Jeff was to have picked him up at 6:30 for the ride out to the paintball game.  The field was at least two hours out of town and the game was to start at 9:00, so Jeff had better get here now.  He stood up, strode over to the kitchen and tossed the remainder of the coffee in the sink.
 
On the counter was a pile of new T-shirt, boxers, and socks.  Dan grabbed them and put them into his knapsack.  Last weekend, he hadn’t heeded Jeff’s advice and had had to come home in a paint-spattered T-shirt.  This week, he would have a spare in case he got hit.  At least the field provided the coveralls, which took most of the paint.
 
Just then, the buzzer announced Jeff’s presence.  Dan picked up the knapsack and hustled over to the entry system by the front door.  He pushed a button and spoke into the box on the wall.  “I’m coming right down”, he said.

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Chris pointed down one of the three paths in front of them, signaling for Dan to head that direction.  Dan took a few steps and looked back, but Chris and Brad had already left the clearing and, as he had already guessed, they were already invisible in the dense brush.  Dan continued into the forest for a few more steps, pushing through a large fern.  Coming out the other side, he found himself looking right down the muzzle of a paint gun.  “Shit!” he muttered.  The game wasn’t five minutes old and he’d been captured.

The soldier who’d captured him wore the green ribbon of the opposition, but Dan couldn’t recall the face.  “Drop the gun,” commanded his captor, and Dan did as instructed.  The gun was snatched up by a second green commando.  This surprised Dan that the green team would dedicate two players to one capture.  He’d have to find out their strategy at the end of the game.  

“Turn around”, the first captor said.  Dan again obeyed wordlessly.  He was surprised when the second opponent grabbed his wrists and firmly tied them together.  This week’s game was far more intense than last week’s.  Dan smiled briefly – he liked it this way a lot more.  This game could become addictive.

One of the other men, grabbed Dan by the shoulders and spun him around, so that he faced them again.  Then, they pushed his shoulder to the right, indicated with their guns that he was to walk in that direction.  That seemed odd, as it would take them even further away from base camp, but perhaps these guys had a complicated strategy.  

One of the captors held Dan by the shoulder, while the other followed close behind, as they walked further into the forest.  After about five minutes, they came upon a large wooden utility shed, the kind that must have been used to store the tractor and gardening equipment in the off-season.  The first man opened the door, and the second captor pushed Dan into the dark space.  The men followed, closing the door behind them.  One of them turned a light on, casting a yellowish glow to the empty room.  The other fumbled for Dan’s hands and undid the knot holding his wrists together.

Dan turned around, rubbing his wrists though they weren’t at all sore.  He expected the others to lock him in the shed and return to the game.  “Take off your coveralls, shoes, and socks”, the leader said.  

Dan was confused by the order.  “What?”

The first captor motioned with his free hand.  “You still haven’t been hit – we don’t want you walking back into the game.”

Dan smiled and nodded.  These guys were really clever.  “OK, I get it.  You guys have played this game before I can tell.  I just hope my buddies are clever enough to win it for us.”  

The other two men smiled at each other.  “Your friends don’t have much experience, nor do they know the terrain here.  I wouldn’t bet on them rescuing you and winning the game”, the second man said.  

Dan shrugged his shoulders and unzipped the coveralls, letting them fall to his ankles.  Then he bent over and pulled them over his sneakers, throwing them towards one of his competitors.  He then removed his sneakers and socks.  When he stood upright, he faced his captors clad only in his T-shirt and boxer shorts.  

“Now we have to secure you in here,” the first man said.  The second man stepped forward and held out his hand to Dan.  Dan lifted his hand.  The man wrapped it carefully in a thin foam bracelet, then he reached into his vest and pulled out a leather handcuff.  He wrapped it tightly around Dan’s wrist, pulling the buckle as much as he could.  Dan laughed nervously.  “You guys came really prepared,” he said.  Neither of them looked at him or responded in any way.  The first man walked behind Dan and the second man raised Dan’s arm to the ceiling of the shed.  The first man bolted the other end of the handcuff into a hole in one of the cross beams.  Dan felt clammy with sweat, but still did not resist.

The two men stood back and Dan hung uncomfortably from one arm.  The ceiling was not so high that he had to stand on tiptoes, but his right heel couldn’t touch the ground.  One of the captors grabbed Dan’s other wrist and placed it a cuff, attaching it to the cross beam.  Dan was hanging stretched out in front of them.  The two men stood back and smiled.  Dan knew something wasn’t right here.  “So, I guess you’ve got me out of this game,” he said, trying to overcome a slight tremor in his voice.

“Could say that,” one of the men replied.  But still they stood there.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only ninety seconds or so, Dan could contain himself no longer.  “When are you guys going back to the game?”

“We’ve got a lot more interesting game going on right here,” the leader replied, a smile crossing his face for the first time.

It felt to Dan like he’d been kicked in the stomach.  He couldn’t breathe for a second and he felt the blood rush to his face.  “What do you mean?” he choked out.

The first man reached out and touched Dan’s side, stroking the pectoral muscle under the light T-shirt.  “We’ve got everything we want right here.”

Dan kicked towards him, but they had planned this out perfectly.  At the first kick, one guy grabbed his foot and pulled it as hard as he could.  This stretched Dan out and he could only flail with his free foot, which the other captor easily grabbed.  The two men quickly wrapped his ankles in leather cuffs and fed a chain through the cuff.  No matter how he struggled, the men held tight.  One by one, they bolted the other end of the cuffs into holes in the floor, separating his feet by about three feet, stretching his legs.  Dan hung before them, stretched full out … entirely exposed.

Again, they took a step back, but this time they smiled broadly at Dan, who screamed as loudly as he could.  One guy walked around behind him and put duct tape over his mouth to muffle the screams.  

Dan’s lifted up his head and looked directly into the first captor’s eyes, pleading for mercy.  The man smiled back at Dan and stroked his ribs.  Dan’s nerves spasmed at the ticklish sensation and he wriggled away as best he could.  Meanwhile the second man revisited each cuff and bolt, tightening each element in turn, securing Dan more thoroughly.

Once complete, the two men stood back from Dan a few feet and admired their prize.  Dan had always been attractive.  He had even modeled a bit in university.  Although he had a longish face, his chin and cheekbones were very strong.  His strawberry blond hair, redder at this time of the year, was stylishly parted in the center but cut over his ears.  His blue eyes pleaded with this captors.  Dan’s long, sinewy legs were lightly dusted with reddish-blond hair.  His feet were long and tapered, with beautifully shaped toes and well-clipped nails.  It was certainly a promising beginning.  They had only to unwrap the rest of the package to appreciate their catch.

One of the men reached into his belt and drew out a hunting knife.  He reached up and inserted the knife just under the collar of Dan’s T-shirt, cutting the strands of fabric.  He reached up with his other hand, and ripped Dan’s T-shirt from top to bottom in one violent pull, revealing hairless, well-developed pectoral muscles, washboard abdominal muscles covering Dan’s stomach, and quarter-size pink nipples.  The second man murmured in appreciation, while his partner leaned forward and lightly licked Dan’s chest and nipples.  Dan tried to pull back, but couldn’t move.  

As the licking moved down his abdomen, Dan’s breath became more labored as the fury inside him exploded.  Dan had never had any truck with homosexuals.  But here he was, stretched out for the plucking by a couple of faggots planning to eat him for dinner.

The second man tapped the first on the shoulder and the first man stepped back, handing the knife to his friend, who approached Dan with a gleam in his eye and a very large smile on his face.  Dan’s face reddened as the fear and rage grew.  He wriggled in an attempt to free himself, but that seemed only to entertain his tormentors even more.  The second man touched Dan’s abdomen lightly and ran his finger down the center of his stomach, over his navel, and down to the rim of his boxer shorts.    

The man grabbed the waistband of his boxers and cut the elastic on each side.  As he turned to return the knife to his friend, Dan’s undershorts dropped slightly, revealing a healthy tuft of curly strawberry blond pubic hair.  Slowly, the man ripped one side, then the other of the boxers, until he alone was holding Dan’s briefs in his hand.  The two men stepped backward and sighed audibly, for in front of them was a six-inch long lollipop of a cock dangling between Dan’s legs.  The rosy glans hung like a near perfect heart.  The shorter captor, the boxer shorts still in his hand, stepped back towards Dan.  He lightly touched Dan’s stomach and brushed the skin as he reached down to the perfect cock in front of him.  He fondled the tight scrotum, feeling for the two testicles inside.  Then he slowly pulled on the penis.

Dan’s face was now beet red, as he was ready to explode with anger.  This was more than he could bear.  He squirmed and shook himself as much as he could, but that only seemed to make the captors more pleased with their prize.  To his utter horror, Dan watched as his captor bent over slightly and put his mouth around his cock.  The hot, wet interior of the man’s mouth was unlike anything he’d ever experienced – he was appalled.  Then the man started to pry the opening at the end of his penis with his tongue.  Dan tried very hard to urinate.  He tried and tried, but nothing happened.  Soon, the captor had engulfed the whole of Dan’s penis in his mouth and was gently moving his tongue up and down the shaft.  Dan’s breath was taken away, but he was pleased that the man could not make him erect.  

All of a sudden, Dan felt two hands caressing his chest and pinching his nipples.  In concentrating on the one man, he’d forgotten the other who had walked around and was now embracing and caressing him from behind.  The man’s hands traveled up and down the exposed flesh over Dan’s ribs.  There was a slight ticklish sensation, which made Dan nervous.  He was very ticklish and if these guys got him going, there was no telling what they could get away with.  But fortunately, the man seemed more interested in pinching his nipples and stroking the abdominal muscles on his stomach.  Soon, though his hands had traveled back to his ass and he was getting a firm massage back there.  Still he was resisting getting erect and that gave him some satisfaction anyway.  It was a war in which he had precious few advantages and he would keep them as long as possible.

The ass massage became firmer, with fingers poking at his anus.  No matter how he shook, Dan couldn’t disrupt either of his captors from their activities.  The blowjob continued despite Dan’s continuing flaccid state.  All of a sudden, he felt a finger jab through his anus, massaging the sphincter muscle.  Dan was horrified.  He immediately felt like he needed to shit.  The internal massage continued for a moment, when a second finger jabbed through.  He felt the fingers travel up his anus.  Then he felt them stroking and massaging his prostrate.  His rage intensified, but there was nothing he could do.

All of a sudden, Dan realized that his penis was becoming erect in the mouth of the shorter captor.  The four hands of his tormentors became more active, the one stroking his prostrate, the other three stroking his stomach and chest.  The blowjob became more intense and the sensations in his penis were impossible to control.  Dan was losing the battle.  Like a caged animal, he grunted and shook as much as he could, but the bonds wouldn’t give and his exertions only seemed to enhance the stimulation in his penis and his anus.

After several minutes, Dan felt the familiar, and unstoppable, gush of cum begin in his testicles.  He closed his eyes and tried to scream, but the liquid moved inexorably through his balls and into his penis.  The sucking on his cock continued relentlessly, and the captor’s tongue flickered over the glans like a snake, increasing the stimulation.  Dan leaned back as much as he could, but could not escape the inevitable.  The spasm in his cock was the most intense he’d ever experienced.  His abdomen twitched uncontrollably as he spurted over and over into the captor mouth.    

But the captor just continued his relentless sucking.  He absorbed all the cum Dan generated, which seemed to him to go on forever.  Dan’s muscles relaxed in his chains, increasing the discomfort in his shoulders and arms.  His penis was so sensitive, the tongue of his captor felt like an electric current.  Each lick seemed to stimulate more and more.

Tears welled in Dan’s eyes, but he refused to cry.  He’d been raped, but he would figure out a way to kick these pervert’s asses when he got out of this.  But rather than taking a rest, the shorter captor merely stopped his blowjob only to let the other captor begin to stroke Dan’s penis with his hand.  

The hand was clearly lubricated in something, allowing the hand to jerk quickly on his cock.  The first captor stood up and began to kick and lick Dan’s nipples and armpits, provoking more flailing.  But still the stroking of his penis continued.  Soon Dan realized that the ongoing stimulation of his penis and nipples was beginning to have an effect, as the vague stirrings in his scrotum attested.  Dan felt his face redden; his main concern was that he was soon going to cum again and he didn’t want to give these guys the satisfaction of causing not one, but two orgasms.  

The stroking became faster and the kissing and licking became more insistent, and before Dan knew it, he was again arching his back in orgasm.  This time the cum dripped in thick globs to the floor between his feet.  Still, the captor pulled on his penis, eliciting every drop of his jism.  

Again, Dan slacked in his bonds, anticipating an end to the torture, but again, the stroking wouldn’t stop.  All of a sudden, he felt sensation between his legs that felt like a raw electric wire.  The shorter captor had walked around him, sat between his legs and was now licking, ever so lightly and expertly, the soft underside of his scrotum.  Dan had never felt anything so erotic.  His cock and balls ached.  Dan was powerless to stop yet another thirty minutes of stimulation, leading to yet another arching of his back as cum spurted from his cock.  This time, the liquid was noticeably thinner and clearer and came in a much reduced stream.

Dan was sure that his ordeal must be ending and his head slumped forward.  But to his horror, his penis was again surrounded by the mouth of the smaller captor, who commenced his expert sucking and licking.  Even so, Dan’s penis was becoming softer.  Then, he felt expert fingers tickling along the rib cage and under his arms.  The exposed flesh could not resist and Dan began to laugh.  His cock hardened immediately.  Dan had no idea how long they tickled and sucked, but for the fourth time, the cum journeyed from his balls through his penis to the outside world.  This time, though, his exhaustion was total.  

Miraculously, the stimulation stopped.  It took Dan a moment to realize it.  He lifted his head with effort and looked at the two smiling men in front of him.  He looked down at his penis, bright red with overuse, and realized that his cock throbbed not from stimulation, but from pain.  One of the captors stepped forward and reached up.  He ripped the tape off Dan’s mouth.

“Bastards!” Dan whispered.

The two men laughed.  “You’re good, buddy,” one said, stroking Dan’s exposed sides.  “Ticklish, too.”

Dan tried to squirm although he no longer had enough energy to move.  “Why?” Dan asked, his voice almost cracking.

The smaller man shrugged.  “For fun and profit.”

Dan’s head sagged.  Then, with all his energy, he lifted his head and screamed as loud as he could.  It seemed to vanish in air.

“We’re at least 100 acres from anything else out there,” the taller man said, still stroking Dan’s sides.  

“Except for the wolves, of course.”  Both men laughed.

“Come on,” the shorter man said, motioning towards the door.  The taller man looked up into Dan’s eyes and smiled evilly, then he nodded and turned and walked to the door.

“Where are you going?” Dan asked.

“Away,” the larger man said without turning around.

“What about me?” Dan asked, not sure what he wanted to hear.

“They’ll deal with you tomorrow, sunshine,” the smaller man said, looking over his shoulder as they opened the door.  

As they walked out the door, one of the men turned out the light and for the first time, Dan realized that it was now nighttime.  The shed was completely dark.  He heard the door lock and the steps of his tormentors faded into the distance.  

It was cold Dan realized as he began to shiver, both from the temperature and the shock of his assault.  Dan hung his head and for the first time gave into the tears.

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A cocky business executive gets spanked after he mouths off to the wrong bar patron.
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Spanked Executive
by Anonymous
Image from BoundinPublic.com

‘Hey watch what you’re doin’, asshole! You just spilled your drink on me! came the voice from the man in the seat next to where Mark was standing. Now at this point Mark could have apologized. Actually he should have apologized, but that was not Mark’s style. Mark was conceited, arrogant and full of himself. To put it simply Mark was an asshole.

Truth be told Mark had been this way his whole life and at age 32 wasn’t about to change. He just got cockier with age. In high school he was the star quarterback. Then on into college his football career continued. There wasn’t a girl he couldn’t have. At 6 feet tall 185 lean pounds with broad shoulders that tapered down into a small 29′ waist that bubbled out in the back into the biggest rounded bubble butt imaginable. Not to mention his classic good looks with his deep hazel eyes and dark wavy hair. This just fueled his arrogance. And as if that weren’t enough the fact that he was the most important Ad Executive his agency had set him over the top. All this added up to one arrogant bastard in an Armani suit with designer Armani glasses.

So tonight Mark found himself in some small ‘shit hole bar’ as he had referred to it when he and his three buddies from work walked in the door. Jed had been the one to suggest the place and the minute they got there Mark had regretted coming. It was small and cramped with people that he normally would not associate with, but the he thought, ‘What can you expect from Jed. He’s not much better than most of these trashy people himself.’ So Mark decided to bite his tongue, have a few drinks and get the hell out of there.

Mark and his three friends Jed, Nick and Dean made their way to the bar for drink. Mark was sure to order something in a bottle because the bar was so filthy. A fact he wasted no time in telling the bar tender/owner. Once the men had their drinks they made their way into the crowd. They stopped near a table where three Burley men were sitting, simply because the crowd was so thick they could go nowhere else. As they stood there Mark began to tell some animated story about some ‘bitch he had bagged’ using his hands for emphasis. As he did a large portion of his drink spilled out and landed on one of the three men sitting at the table.

‘Hey watch what you’re doin’, asshole! You just spilled your drink on me! came the voice from the man in the seat next to where Mark was standing. Without even acknowledging the man Mark continued his story, his arms moving rapidly to make his point causing more beer to spill from his bottle hitting the man in the chair next to him, again. At this the man stood and tapped Mark on the shoulder saying, ‘Excuse me asshole!’ Mark turned to face him with a look of annoyance in his eyes.

‘What?!’, barked Mark. Then he got a look at the guy. He was bigger than Mark had realized. He stood about 6’7′ and had huge biceps with a broad chest and he was all muscle. But Mark wasn’t one to back down and besides he had his three buddies to back him up. Then the man spoke again, ‘I said you spilt you beer on me! Do you plan on apologizing, prick!?’

Mark looked the big man up and down and said, ‘Flannel. It’s a flannel shirt how hard can that be to clean?’

With that the man got in Mark’s face and grabbed the lapels of Mark’s dark gray suit. Mark could feel the man’s hot breath on him. In fact the man was so close that his breath was steaming up Mark’s Armani glasses. ‘What did you say, pretty boy?!’ came the man’s response.

One of the big man’s friends chimed in saying to the man, ‘You’re not gonna take that from him are ya, Ryan?’

The big man who, Mark now knew was named Ryan just looked Mark dead in the eye and said, ‘No fuckin way!’.

At this point Mark decided he had had enough and pushed Ryan saying, ‘Get the fuck off me.’ But as Mark pushed Ryan Mark fell backwards but Ryan didn’t budge or loosen his grip on Mark’s lapels. So as Mark fell back he heard a loud ripping sound. Mark landed on the floor on his butt but as he looked up Ryan was still holding his suit coat in both hands by the lapels. When Mark tripped and fell back his coat had split right down the back and because Ryan hand suck a tight grip it was ripped right from Mark’s muscular frame.

Mark stood, pissed, ‘What the…? Hey Shithead! You ruined my suit! That was a $1,200 Armani. You’ll pay for that!’

‘No” said Ryan, ‘I don’t think so! You think you can come in here acting better than everyone! Spilling your drinks on people! Looking down on all of us but you won’t do it to me! I’m gonna bring you down a peg. I’m gonna do to you what your Daddy should have when you were growin’ up. I’m gonna spank your bare ass and teach you respect!’

Jed, Nick and Dean just sat there in shock. Never had they seen someone push Mark around like this before. Normally Mark would start a fight and expect them to jump in and help him, which of course they always did. However, not this time. Ryan was so much bigger and so much strong than any of them.

‘Fuck off pervert! Your not gonna touch my ass fag!’ sneered Mark. ‘My buddies here will help me kick yours.

That’s when Jed spoke up, ‘No man, you’re on your own. Just apologize and back off.

‘Are you for real? asked Mark as all three men nodded in agreement. ‘Well fuck you all! You’re all a bunch of pussies anyway! Who needs you!’ Then to Ryan he said, ‘I can kick your ass alone,’ although deep down inside he was scared shitless. But he couldn’t back down.

‘Let’s see who the fag is. Let’s go man!’ shouted Ryan as he grabbed both sides of Mark’s crisp clean white shirt and yank. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Went the buttons up the front as each one flew off exposing Mark’s hairless chiseled chest and rock hard abs. ‘Ha Ha Ha’, laughed Ryan. ‘Does pretty boy shave his chest?’

Mark backed up as a crowd gathered around the two men. ‘Are you insane? I had this shirt custom tailored in Italy.’ As he spoke he knew that he was dealing with someone who was not quite right in the head. Mark turned to try and leave the scene but felt two big strong hands on his back.

‘Where are you goin’, Pretty Boy?’ and with that Ryan tugged on the back of Mark’s shirt. Rrrrrriiiippppp!!!!! And with that Mark’s shirt came flying off his back.

‘Leave me alone you fucking lunatic!’ bellowed Mark as he stood there in just his dark gray suit pants and blue, red stripped designer tie and black rimmed glasses.

The crowd gathered in closer at the sight of this muscular stud being stripped of his clothing right in the middle of the bar. There were various reactions from the crowd, ranging from gasps of amazement to all out laughter. Everyone wanted to see the arrogant executive put in his place–including his three friends.

‘I believe that I owe you a spanking Pretty Boy.’ Laughed Ryan as he took a dive at Mark. Mark jumped out of the way but Ryan got the edge of his pant leg causing it to tear slightly.

‘Come on,’ pleaded Mark. ‘Why don’t one of you morons call the police.’

‘Smart’, said Ryan, ‘Insult the people you want to help you.’ With that Ryan dove on top of Mark and got him in a headlock. Mark fought as hard as he could to get free but it was useless Ryan was so much bigger and stronger than he was but he continued to fight. The crowd cheered as the two muscular men rolled around on the bar room floor. Then Mark felt Ryan’s strong hands on the waist of his pants.

He couldn’t believe it; this nut was really trying to remove his pants. Mark got is hands to his waist just as Ryan had undone his button. ‘Please,’ begged Mark, ‘Don’t do this. Let me go.’ But still he refused to apologize.

‘Too late for mercy. You could have gotten out of this with an apology. But now your shit outta luck, Pretty Boy.’ As Ryan was speaking these words he struggled with Mark to get his pants down.

The harder Ryan tugged down the harder Mark pulled up. The struggle continued for a few minutes this way until the strain became too much for poor Mark’s suit pants and the inevitable sound of material ripping echoed through the bar as Mark’s pants were torn from his body revealing that Mark was wearing a pair of way too tight, way too small red bikini briefs that were stretched to the limited by his ample ass mounds.. The crowd gasped almost in unison, and then broke into laughter.

Mark was so humiliated pinned to a bar room floor with on his hands and knees with his ass in the air and barely covered by the skimpy red bikini briefs that were creeping up his ass. Aside from the bikini the only other things Mark had on were his glasses, neck tie, black wing tip shoes and black nylon dress socks.

Ryan began laughing almost uncontrollably at the sight of Mark in his skimpy bikini,’ And you called me a fag earlier, Pretty Boy. At least I ain’t wearin’ panties!’

‘They’re not panties!’ sneered Mark as he struggled to get free.

‘Well what’s the matter?’ asked Ryan. ‘Couldn’t you find any underwear your size?’ and with that he broke into a fit of laughter.

‘Shut up! That’s the way they’re supposed to fit!’ argued Mark as he continued to struggle. It was true Mark knew his underwear were very skimpy. He’d worn them that way since freshman year of college when his girlfriend at the time told him how sexy she thought skimpy bikini briefs looked on is big meaty ass. Two years later they broke up but he had grown so accustom to the tiny undergarment that he continued to wear them.

SLAP! Came the first smack to Mark’s ass. ‘I told you I owed you a spanking Pretty Boy.’

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Went the assault on Mark’s ass with only the thin cotton material of his wildly small briefs for protection. With each slap Mark struggled to get free but his struggles only caused his briefs to ride further up the crack of his ass. As his monster cheeks swallowed his bikini his meaty globes came popping out the leg bands exposing more and more of his white ass flesh.

‘Please!!! STOP!!!’ begged Mark. He could feel his face getting redder and redder with embarrassment but more frightening than that was the fact the he could feel his dick growing in his underwear with each slap of his ass. Though he couldn’t explain it himself there was something strangely erotic about being stripped of all his clothes and spanked and humiliated by this strong man in front of all these people. And while part of him wanted it to end another part wanted it to go on forever.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! continued Ryan’s assault of Mark’s ass.

‘I’m SORRY!’ screamed Mark as the crowd cheered. No one ever thought this arrogant businessman would ever apologize.

‘Finally!’ said Ryan. ‘I knew I could teach you respect.’ With that Ryan grabbed Mark and dragged him to his feet. As he did, he got a good look at Mark’s growing cock in his bright red bikini. ‘Looks like you’re enjoying this, Pretty Boy.’

‘No!’ argued Mark.

‘Yeah well your cock says you are. Maybe you’re the fag after all.’

‘No! I’m not! Please let this end I’m sorry,’ pleaded Mark to no avail as Ryan pushed him over the bar and kicked his legs wide apart. By this point his little briefs were so far up his ass that 80% of his massive glutes were exposed to the entire bar and the ass flesh was almost as red as the material that covered the other 20%.

‘Now I believe I told you I’d spank your bare ass and from what I can see part of it is still covered.’

‘No!’ pleaded Mark but it was too late before he could even get his hands to his waist to fight Ryan grabbed the waistband of the little underwear and gave a quick tug and with a ripping sound the briefs flew of Mark’s body. As they did his fully erect prick and shaved balls came flopping out the front and were clearly visibly from behind since his legs were spread so far apart. Not only was his cock exposed, but also due to the way he was standing his meaty ass cheeks were spread open wide exposing his pink puckered hole. The crowd cheered and applauded at the sight of this. Mark grew more embarrassed and aroused at the same time.

Now Mark stood there feeling his eyes well up with tears behind his glasses wearing just a necktie, shoes and socks. He wanted to cry from the combination of pain and humiliation. But he also wanted to blow a load to release his balls.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Mark yelped as Ryan’s hand meet his bare ass flesh even spanking his ass hole. The crowd was really cheering Ryan on, even Mark’s friends. Mark tried to fight it but it was no use he could feel the tears fall from his eyes. It was an incredible release. He felt cleansed like a naughty boy who had finally gotten punished for his misdeeds.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The assault on Mark’s ass continued as the tears rolled down his face. But even though he was crying is cock was still rock hard and Mark could tell that if this kept up much long he would blow his wad all over the bar.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! That was all Mark could take Ryan hit his ass hole again and Mark let out a loud shout of ecstasy and clenched his ass causing his hole to wink at the crowd. His balls tighten as he felt the cum rush from his stiff prick splashing against the bar and hitting the floor below.

‘AAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!! OH, YES!!!!!!, screamed mark.

The crowd began to hoot and holler as they watched this arrogant muscular ad executive literally get the cum spanked out of him. Mark collapsed against the bar. Ryan stopped spanking. ‘There you go Pretty Boy. Now that’s how you teach an arrogant asshole such as yourself some respect.’

With tears running down his cheeks from behind his glasses and cum dripping from his cock Mark looked his assailant in the eyes and whispered softly, ‘Yes, sir.’

‘Good boy,’ said Ryan. ‘Now I suggest you get your ass out of here before I go for round two.

‘Yes, sir,’ replied Mark as he gathered up his ripped clothing to cover himself as he and his friends left the bar.

Ryan became a celebrity for the night with everyone wanting to be the next to buy him a drink. And Mark learned an important lesson about respect as well as a little bit about his hidden sexual desires.

The End

Anonymous

Muscle boy Cort suffers a painful needle torture on his bound feet in the next chapter of Cort & Ryder’s Ordeal.
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The Ordeal of Cort and Ryder – Chapter 4: Torture & Afterman
by Ragnar1963
Series: The Ordeal of Cort and Ryder

Hondo smiled a sadistic smile as he handed his tattooed musclebound hulk of a henchman a slender steel needle. Cort’s eyes widened as

he saw the man approach, his bare feet painfully stretched and strapped out in front of him on the tiger bench. He could do nothing

but wiggle his toes in increasing frenzy. He resolved not to beg for mercy–but soon involuntary pleading erupted from his throat….

“No, please… God, no…. ”

As Cort began to struggle even harder in his bonds, Dax grabbed the lad’s right toes in his iron grip, immobilizing his foot and

slowly approaching his trapped, dirty sole with the needle…. Ryder saw this too, and, even though suffering his own needle torture,

began to beg for mercy for his trapped friend… “No… NO, you fucker… NO! Don’t torture his feet!!!”

The needle descended… Dax smiled as Cort flinched upon feeling the first touch of the cool steel on his helpless sole… then

Cort’s pain began to mount… as did his pleading and gasping for breath… and his struggling in his inescapable bondage… as Dax

pushed the slender torture tool into the boy’s trapped bare foot! “No… please, God…. aaahhhh…AAAAGHHHH!”

“YESSSSSS!” hissed Hondo, watching the scene with mounting lust. “Torture him. Torture the prisoner’s bare feet slowly. Make those

sexy feet feel the pain of the needles!”

Ryder squirmed and struggled on the wheel, distracted from his own needle/chest torture by this new suffering inflicted on his bro-

lover.

“You bastards! You fuckers! Leave him alone! AAAAAghhhh… ” A new needle in his pec, inserted by Dez into his muscle meat,

interrupted his helpless cries…

Another cold needle penetrated the painslave’s naked foot, digging through flesh, muscle, and nerves agonizingly until it hit bone!

His legs trapped on the tiger bench, Cort could only writhe and grimace as the muscled hulk tortured his feet relentlessly, savoring

every twitch and flex of the muscle boy’s ripped body! Hondo, Dax, and Dez now all sported throbbing boners tipped with a pearl of

precum watching the dual torture of these sexy struggling muscleboys…

“AAAAAGHHH!! NOOOOOO!!” Another needle in Cort’s bare trapped sole! Another needle in Ryder’s vulnerable naked chest! Tortured

cruelly, writhing in pain, the painslaves desperately begged for mercy–for each other!

“DON’T TORTURE HIM! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!’

“STOP! LET HIM GO! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU BASTARDS! DON’T TORTURE HIM!”

“TORTURE ME ! TORTURE ME! I CAN TAKE IT! LET CORT GO!!!!”

“NOOOOO! RYDER! STOP NEEDLE-TORTURING HIS BARE CHEST! PLEASE! TORTURE MY FEET INSTEAD!”

“How TOUCHING!” Hondo sneered. “Each slave begs for mercy for his LOVER!”

“YES! PLEASE, MASTER! PLEASE! GIVE ME ALL THE TORTURE–JUST LET RYDER GO!!!”

“NOOOO! I CAN—-AAAAGHHHHH!!!!—-I CAN TAKE THE PAIN! PLEASE, I BEG YOU! HAVE MERCY ON CORT!!!”

“MORE NEEDLES IN HIS NAKED SOLES!!!! MORE NEEDLES IN HIS BARE PECS! NO MERCY!!! I WANT TO SEE THEIR MUSCLED BODIES SUFFERING AND HEAR

THEIR SCREAMS!!!”

Dax and Dez sadistically obliged, continuing to slowly insert the torture needles on the boys’ bodies! Ryder stretched agonizingly on

the wheel rack, Cort roped tightly on the tiger bench, the two lads struggled and writhed to no avail in their inescapable bondage,

handsome faces twisted in pain, as the two muscle heads never stopped torturing pec meat and sensitive sole, one cruel needle at a

time!

Hondo hardly knew which way to look–both young men wore masks of agony on their handsome faces; both had hard, ripped bodies, their

muscles rippling and writhing, struggling against their bonds as the torturers inserted needle after needle… both boys moaning and

begging in pain–to release his bro and take the brunt of Hondo’s sadistic lust on himself alone!

Never had Hondo had two stronger, braver, sexier young studs in his torture chamber–or prisoners more willing to subject his body to

this nightmarish ordeal to save his friend… He relished each needle torturing Cort’s naked soles and Ryder’s hard pecs… almost

without realizing it, his hand had moved down to his throbbing hardon… stroking his cock as if it had a mind of its own… when

suddenly…

“aaaAAAGHHH!!!! AAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!!!” Hondo’s screams of ecstasy drowned out even the groaning and begging of his two torture victims

as a fountain of cum leapt two feet in the air from his giant erect member and splatted on the stone floor!

Hondo sank to his knees, his head thrown back in a delirium of lust and pleasure; and after a few last gasps and spurts extracted

from his hard cock by his frantically pounding fist, Hondo caught his breath… and shouted “STOP!”

Dax and Dez ceased their torture of their writhing young studs and awaited instructions, which came quickly. “This one… to the

cell!” he gasped breathlessly, gesturing to Ryder. “And this one…” Even after his exhausting orgasm, he still managed a cruel

smile… “… to the treadmill!”

Dez and Dax chuckled cruelly as both young men froze with fear, wondering what new hideous torment the “treadmill” was… But again

they winced and groaned as the two hulking manservants quickly and painfully extracted the needles from Ryder’s racked pecs and

Cort’s tied bare feet, which all looked like pincushions…

The wheel turned, releasing Ryder’s sweating body from its painful tension… the manacles were released, and his tortured young body

collapsed into Dez’s grasp… Cort too was untied from his agonizing tiger bench and Dax wrestled him to his aching, tender feet,

Cort too weakened to resist…

…but perhaps the worst torture of all was when the two young musclebuds were separated and dragged off in different directions,

each moaning the other’s name helplessly…

Dez and Ryder vanished from Cort’s sight as the foot-tortured stud was wrestled to one side of the dungeon. There stood the dreaded

treadmill–similar to the ones Cort used at the gym every day, but diabolically transformed into a machine of torture.

It consisted only of a rubber tread, about six feet long, which as he was dragged nearer Cort saw was not smooth, but covered with

tiny hard rubber spikes… at one end stood an upright iron post. Cort’s arms were raised and his wrists were locked into iron stocks

that also encompassed his neck, like a yoke, holding his arms helplessly in a double-bicep pose. With horror Cort saw that he would

be forced to run on this torturous treadmill on his recently tortured bare feet!

A shove from Dax pushed Cort up onto the cruelly spiked tread… he winced as he stepped with tender bare feet onto the pinlike

spikes! Dax quickly locked an iron manacle around his cock, and hooked the chain attached to it to the top of the iron post….

“Now you will feel what it’s like to run on tortured feet!” Hondo sneered.

“I would suggest that you not lose your footing… with your cock chained to that pole, it would be quite unpleasant!” Dax flipped a

switch… and the treadmill began to move! Cort was forced to run–very clumsily with his arms yoked to his neck, struggling to

remain upright, his chained cock forcing him to keep up with the treadmill’s cruel pace! But worst of all was the agony of his

recently needled soles, pounding stride after stride on the tiny rubber spikes!

Hondo and Dax laughed to see the muscled young prisoner struggle and stumble, wincing and limping on the relentlessly moving

treadmill in this sadistic aftermath to the hideous foot torture!

His cruel laughter echoing off the stone walls of the torture dungeon, Hondo strode off with one last chilling order for Dax:

“Six hours ought to suffice! HA-HA-HAAAA-HAAAAAAAH!!!!”

CONTINUE THE STORY:PREVIOUS CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER

Superman’s predicament is becoming more intense as he finds himself stripped of his uniform, blindfolded, and tied to a chair for a cum control session. A very hot chapter from Todd Fleming!
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Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman – Parts 8 & 9
by Todd Fleming
Series: Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman

Chapter 8

Superman nervously paced his apartment as he waited for Hugo to show up. His last session with the Professor was amazing but it brought up feelings that he never knew existed. His complete submission while wearing the collar more than freaked the hero out. This conflict of emotions raged inside him as he both loved and feared that cursed collar.

Just thinking about the collar made his mental control slip a little and his cock twitched excitedly. Superman quickly regained his composure as he closed his eyes. This was not the first time this has happened today, and he was finding it harder and harder to keep his newly awakened sexual excitement under control. Even at work earlier, his control would slip and he would feel the beginnings of an erection.

It was even worse when he wore his Superman uniform. The feel of his tight shirt, tights, and briefs seemed to caress his massive muscles in a loving way. A experience he never felt before. Superman hoped that Hugo would be able to help him keep these feelings at bay soon or he would have to take more drastic measures.

What was strange is that for the past couple of days, all attacks on Metropolis completely stopped. For weeks, there had been constant attacks on the city that only Superman could stop. The hero suspected that Luthor was behind the attacks, but the underworld’s sudden silence boded just as bad for the city as the constant attacks. Luthor was up to something, but Superman had been so preoccupied with his therapy that he could not follow up on any leads.

His cell phone started to ring and startled Superman out of his deep and confusing thoughts. Reaching for the phone, he answered using his Clark Kent voice. “Kent here,” He said meekly.

“Clark, this is Hugo,” the deep soft voice said from the other end. “I am afraid there has been a change of plans for our session today. If you don’t mind, I would like to conduct our session in a different location. Do you have a pen and paper available?”

Superman took down the address and quickly agreed to meet Hugo there as soon as possible. The hero flew into the sky from his balcony and within seconds, he landed in front of the building where his friend wanted to meet him.

Frowning, he noticed that he was in the middle of Suicide Slums. Why would Hugo want to conduct his therapy in the poorest part of Metropolis? Superman tried to scan the building with his x-ray vision but could not penetrate the walls. There was lead infused into the wall and that caused Superman to be even more wary. Did someone find out about his relationship with Hugo and kidnapped him to try and trap him?

It was with extreme caution that Superman opened the front door of the building and walked inside. The room inside looked the exact opposite from the shabby conditions on the outside. The room was brightly lit and furnished with the most expensive furniture, paintings, and decorations. The room was not very big and looked like a waiting room for whatever operations were taking place.

Superman was wondering what was going on, when the door opened and Hugo walked into the room. “Thank you for meeting me here, Superman,” Hugo said with a slight smile.

“What’s going on here, Hugo? Why would you have me meet in the middle of Suicide Slums?”

“I brought you here to complete your therapy, Superman.” Hugo said smiling. “My time in Metropolis is almost up and want to get you to the point where you do not need my professional help. Come back into my office.”

The confused hero followed the Professor into a slightly larger room that was almost identical to the office in Hugo’s penthouse. Superman saw the collar sitting on the end table and a shiver tore through his body. His mental control slipped once again and he felt his cock start to come alive. “How is this going to help me, Hugo?” He asked nervously. It suddenly occurred to him that if he was helpless in the middle of Suicide Slums, it could have the potential to end disastrously for him. The thought of being in his helpless condition and under the control of a criminal sent a chill down his spine.

“Don’t worry, Superman,” Hugo said gently. “This is a safe place and I am going to help you.”

Superman looked into the soft grey eyes of his friend and nodded slowly. He trusted Hugo with his secrets and his life. A soft relaxation came over him as he shyly smiled back. There was never a better friend than Hugo Strange. Superman took a deep breath and walked over to where the collar sat on the end table. His hands trembled slightly as he picked the collar up and fastened it around his neck. That haunted feeling of helplessness settled over the mighty hero and he sank to his knees in surrender as his cock jumped to life and hardened in his tights.

Hugo watched him and slowly circled the hero. “Yesterday we discussed how being submissive was an excellent way to relax for your Superman. As someone who must always be in control, the act of letting go and being under the control of another is the way to relieve the stress that you have been carrying for years. Today we are going to take this to the next step and give you the ultimate stress release. The first step is to take off your uniform until you are completely naked.”

The Man of Steel gasped as the thought of being completely nude horrified him. No one had seen him completely naked since he was a young child. Part of him wanted to object, but the effects of the collar pushed his objections aside. He must serve his master and his personal discomfort would not get in the way of this ultimate pleasure for the hero.

Standing to his feet, Superman slid his boots off of his feet while Hugo sat in front of him watching. Placing the boots on the floor, his strong hands unbuckled his yellow belt and slowly slid it off from around his waist. As the belt dropped to the ground next to the boots, Superman felt more vulnerable than he ever had. His briefs slithered down his tree trunk legs revealing even more of his hard erection that now was only trapped by his blue tights. The hero looked down at the cock that betrayed him and grimaced at the wet spot that formed on the front of his tights.

Now standing with his shirt, tights, and cape, Superman could not believe he was doing this. The objections that he had were soft compared to the need to serve his master. He only hoped that his master would be pleased with him and did not see that there was a slight internal struggle within him. His hands reached down and started to lift his shirt off his torso and over his head. As it hit the floor, he revealed to his master the upper body that men and women alike dreamed about seeing. His massive chest moved up and down as the sexual thrill of his stripping off his uniform shot from his erection through the rest of his body. The cool air hit his quarter sized nipples and made them stand at attention just like his cock.

His tights were the last piece of clothing to come off the trembling helpless hero. With only a few seconds of hesitation, Superman slipped them off revealing his complete naked body to Professor Hugo Strange. The Man of Steel stood with his hands at his sides as Hugo took in the naked muscled magnificence of his patient. Superman’s cock stood rigid as a flag pole with his large round testicles hanging proudly below. He truly was worthy of all the adoration that the public gave him. The hero’s helplessness increased tenfold as the feeling of vulnerability was so intense.

Superman took a breath of anticipation as Hugo got to his feet. His full lips opened slightly as he expected Hugo to touch him. The hero almost groaned with disappointment was the leash was attached to his collar. The disappointment was brief when he realized that Hugo might take him outside like this. The Professor said nothing as he led the helpless hero to the door leading even deeper into the abandoned building.

As the hero walked through the door at the other end of the leash, he blinked when he saw the red light filling the room. The power from his muscled body leeched away from him as he took the first step into the room.

The Man of Steel tried to take a step back as Hugo jerked the leash making him stumble even deeper into the room. “What is this?” He cried out in shock as his strength and invulnerability completely vanished.

Hugo snarled as he slapped Superman on his muscled ass and brought his face close to his own. “You do not speak unless you are spoken to, Superman. You are no longer in control and you are powerless to resist.”

Superman licked his lips nervously as he rubbed the smarting sensation on his butt. The sudden change in his friends behavior scared him as he wondered what he had gotten himself into. The hero reminded himself that Hugo was trying to help him and was role playing to help him find a way to relieve his stress. This aggressive attitude of his master sent even more erotic feelings though his body as he realized that he loved being treated like a slave.

Professor Strange led Superman to the center of the room where a chair with restraints sat. The hero noticed that there were several devices in the huge room that seemed out of a torture chamber or a bondage dungeon. His cock waved back and forth as his walked like a puppy about to be fed.

Superman was pushed down on the chair and his wrists and ankles were restrained by the metal cuffs. The hero could not help himself but to test the might of the cuffs and found that he could not break them. The weakened Man of Steel started to panic as he used his full strength against the restraints. The illusion of helplessness turned into the real thing and this freaked him out.

Hugo grabbed his hair and jerked his head up. “Stop your struggles!” he snapped irritably. “Be a man and accept your fate.”

The hero flinched at the harsh tones of his master. Realizing that there was no way to avoid whatever was going to happen to him, he hung his head in defeat. His cock pulsed greedily mocking the helpless hero.

Once Superman was completely restrained in the chair, Hugo took out a blindfold and placed it over his head. The Man of Steel started to panic once again as his vision was taken away from him. He wildly tried to activate his x-ray vision, but like the rest of his powers it had fled in the eerie red lights in the room.

Hearing Hugo walk away, Superman tested the strength of his restraints. With his strength reduced to that of a normal human, he once again failed to break free. Seconds turned to minutes as time seemed to move like a slug as Superman waited nervously to ‘see’ what would happen next.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Man of Steel heard footsteps coming towards him. Take a quick breath in anticipation, Superman shivered in a combination of fear and excitement. He had to remind himself that Hugo said this was a safe place and his trust in the professor helped him from completely freaking out. The naked and sexually excited hero waited in anticipation for his fate.

Chapter 9

Strapped helpless and naked to a chair in a room that looked like it came from a bondage wet dream, Superman wait breathlessly to see what will happen next. His feeling of helplessness was magnified by the fact that his powers had mysteriously vanished in the pulsing red lights that hung on the ceilings of the room.

The feeling of being vulnerable was both unnerving and exciting for the helpless hero as he heard someone moving towards him. Unable to see because of the blindfold covering his eyes, Superman could only wait with impatience as his cock rejoiced in his helpless state.

The Man of Steel gasped as he felt a warm hand caress his cheek. He assumed that this was his master, Hugo Strange, but the feel felt different but somewhat familiar to the hero.

“I have waited for this moment for a long time,” a somewhat deep voice purred as Superman felt the soft caress touching his pretty face.

Superman frowned as the voice was not Hugo. He could not place whose voice it was, but it was hauntingly familiar to him. His confusion was interrupted as his head was tilted up by his strong chin and the stranger’s lips brushed against him.

This sent an electric shock of pleasure through the sexually inexperienced hero as a soft moan escaped from his lips. He breathlessly waited for another kiss, but the mysterious man left his face and moved down to his heaving chest.

The fingers brushed each of his nipples and took them in each of his hands. Superman cried out as the erotic touch sent his senses reeling. He could feel precum leaking from his rock hard cock as his nipples were played with in ways that he never dreamed possible. The stranger took Superman on a journey of pleasure to pain and back to pleasure as he rolled each nipple between his fingers.

Superman felt like he was about to cum when the nipple play suddenly stopped. The hero breathed hard as the pleasure faded away. Realizing that he almost blew his load, the hero started to freak out. “Please don’t make me cum,” Superman whispered in a low whine. His virginity was supposed to be saved for his wedding night, and not taken in a dungeon in the middle of the slums.

A finger ran across his lips and slightly into Superman’s mouth as a soft chuckle was heard. “Just relax and enjoy the pleasure of serving a stronger man, my pet.” The strangely familiar voice said softly.

The Man of Steel once again tried to figure out who’s this voice was, but was once again was interrupted as the strong hands started to caress his inner thighs. The hero cried out as the soft pleasure shot through his body and he felt his cock quiver with excitement. His cock was almost completely covered with the precum that continuously ran like water gushing through a shattered dam. This new feeling of pleasure through his powerless body replaced all thought as the hands skillfully manipulated his virgin body.

As the hands ran up and down his thighs, Superman felt something touch the head of his cock. the hero realized that the stranger was using his tongue to touch him in an erotic way and he felt more precum run down the base of his cock. The tongue explored every part of his cock from the tip of the head down to the base of the shaft where his balls quivered as they prepared to shoot.

Once again as soon as the stranger sensed that Superman was close to cumming, he backed off and waited until the building orgasm faded between his legs. This was pure torture for the sexually violated hero. As much as he feared losing his virginity to some stranger that he didn’t even know, the need for release soon began to dominate his body and soul.

The stranger once again started to play with Superman’s huge erection with his tongue and started to wrap his lips around the mushroom head of the hero’s throbbing hard on. The Man of Steel gasped as the warmth enveloping his cock sent more waves of pleasure through his helpless body. Instinctively, he once again fought against his bonds as his body thrashed in the overload of pleasure. Nothing he felt in his life felt as good as the gentle sucking of his cock.

Once again his balls started to tighten as they prepared to shoot his load in the ultimate orgasm and once again, the stranger stopped completely and waited for the impending orgasm to die. This torture was too much for the helpless hero. “Please let me cum!” he gasped as he tried with all his might to break free and play with his throbbing cock.

“I thought you did not want to cum, Superman,” The mysterious but familiar voice mocked softly.

Superman moaned with frustration as his bonds refused to break. The hero did not know how much more he could take of this sexual torture. An hour ago, he was the most powerful being alive and now he has been stripped of his powers and reduced to begging another man to take his virginity like he was some kind of innocent schoolgirl.

“I tell you what, Superman,” The voice said within the darkness. “You do something for me and I will consider letting you cum.”

The hero licked his lips nervously as he shivered from the combination of the cool air, the pleasure, and fear of being this helpless.

The wait for something to happen seemed to last for an eternity before Superman felt something rubbing on his right nipple. Something warm and moist covered his gently assaulted nipple as the hero realized that the stranger’s cock was the culprit.

The struggle to break free was brief as the pleasure of his nipple being caressed by the stranger’s cock began to build.

“Do you like this, Superman?” the voice asked gently as the head of his cock rubbed against the hero’s nipple and pectoral.

Superman wanted to deny the pleasure he felt, but the lie could not form the words on his lips. “Yes,” he whispered breathlessly as he moaned with the pleasure that coursed through his body. As sudden as the pleasure started, it was ended as The Man of Steel once again felt the emptiness of not being touched as receiving so much pleasure.

Even though it was only a few seconds of not being touched, it seemed like an eternity to the helpless hero. The pleasure he felt when being sexually manipulated was unlike anything he ever felt before in his life. He knew that sex was supposed to bring pleasure, but the knowledge could not hold a candle to the feelings that tore through his body.

The same touch that played with his nipple a few seconds ago suddenly touched his lips as Superman moaned in heat. Realizing that another man’s hard cock was rubbing against his lips, the hero slammed his mouth shut to keep the invading cock out his his virgin mouth. The salty taste of precum had already gotten inside and the foreign taste sent another erotic feel through his body. This was something that he was supposed to feel revolted by, but if it was so bad why did it feel so good?

The cock rubbed against the hero’s full lips until Superman finally surrendered and allowed his lips to part. The head of the cock entered slightly as it caressed his tongue, rubbing more precum on his taste buds.

Superman shivered with pleasure as the cock inched its way further into his violated mouth and began to thrust in and out as his lips wrapped around the thick cock. His gag reflex kicked in as the invading cock hit the back of his throat. He was about to pull his mouth totally off the cock when the stranger grabbed the back of his head and forced him to take the full girth of the cock.

It was too much for the Man of Steel to handle as his gag reflex started to relax and his mouth was transformed into a fuck hole for the stranger who used him like a sex toy. Before the thought of being used in the manner was revolting to the confused hero, but the confusion of pleasure that he felt being used in this way told a different story.

The stranger’s cock pistoned in and out of his once virginal mouth as Superman’s tongue tried valiantly to give his new master as much pleasure as possible. The sexual thrill he felt of servicing another man was so great, his own cock remained hard and twitched with pleasure. The precum that poured from the head of his cock had reach the seat that Superman’s naked butt sat on and began to spread covering his butt with his own precum.

The fucking of his mouth seemed to last an eternity and through it all, Superman never felt pleasure on this level before. The cock that invaded his mouth throbbed more and more as the fucking intensified. The moans of the stranger harmonized with Superman’s own muffled moans and seemed to bounce off the walls of the red lit dungeon that surrounded them.

Then with a loud cry of pleasure, the stranger took out his thick cock as Superman felt the pleasure of sucking another man’s cock being ripped away from him. He flinched as his face was suddenly hit with something hot and wet several times. The stranger continued to cry out as the liquid hit Superman’s face several times and start to drip off of his face.

Superman tasted some of the salty taste of the liquid and gasped as he realized that he had another man’s cum pelting his face. The humiliation burned throughout him as the stranger’s orgasm lasted for several minutes. Feeling his face heat up from his being used in this way and the hot cum that covered his hair, face, and chest, the Man of Steel felt the lowest he ever felt. Even with through all these feelings, his own cock remained hard and leaking loving every second of the degradation.

After the stranger was able to recover from his intense orgasm, Superman cried out as he felt a hand wrap around his cock. Realizing that he was going to be milked to orgasm, the hero cried out begging for the stranger not to do this.

His cries of mercy were ignored as the rod of steel was skillfully manipulated into giving the greatest pleasure.

“Don’t do this!” Superman gasped as he felt the now familiar building of a powerful orgasm start in his hanging balls.

Like a loaded gun, his cock throbbed as it prepared to shoot its load and the helpless hero fought with all of his might to prevent the shot from being fired.

“No! Please! No!” Superman screamed as the building orgasm started to pulse into his powerful erection.

As the first shot of cum exploded from his once virginal cock, the Man of Steel threw back his head as his screams for mercy turned into shouts of pleasure. “Oh Rao!” His voice cried out as he tried to stop the orgasm from happening.

It was too late for Superman as his cock shot load after load of his precious spunk. He could feel his body being pelted by the huge spurts of cum from his face down to his hard abdominals as the stroking of his cock continued.

Despite his protests, the stroking continued until there was no more sperm to expel. Superman’s body shook as the powerful orgasm gave him the greatest pleasure he ever felt. His body was covered with cum that mingled with the cum of the stranger who took his virginity away from him.

The hero was barely aware of his surroundings as the stranger patted him on the head like he was a pet and walked away. Superman’s body went limp as the afterglow of his first orgasm flowed through his body.

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When hunky straight hedge-fund manager Colton returns home to find a burglar in his impressive bachelor pad, he decides to humiliate the dude but the tables are soon turned on poor Colton and he finds himself […]

As Superman continues to wrestle with his submission to Hugo Strange, his closest allies also begin to fall under the mysterious professor’s power.
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Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman – Parts 6 & 7
by Todd Fleming
Series: Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman

Chapter 6

Hugo Strange smiled as he watched Superman rush from his penthouse apartment. There were a dozen times that his outward facade had cracked during this session. His preparation and slow control of the alien’s mind had made the Man of Steel submit to him. With a few more sessions, there would be no turning back for the hero.

Looking at his watch, he hurried as he put the collar back in the safe behind a painting that hung above his desk. It might have seemed like an ordinary collar, but it was created by Mad Hatter to enhance the mental control he had over Superman. The more Superman wore the collar the easier it would be to control the meddling hero. Inside the safe were the pheromones that Ivy had created just for this project. They may have lacked the potency that her normal pheromones had, but Strange wanted a slight touch rather than the powerful punch that she normally used against her victims.

The special powder that he used in his patient’s drink was a creation of his own. After studying Mad Hatter’s research and talking with the lunatic himself, he was able to use Jervis’ theories to make his own creation. It opened his victim’s mind to suggestion which was much more useful than destroying all free will like Mad Hatter was fond of. In this special project, he wanted Superman to think all of his actions and reactions was his own.

Strange had just closed the safe when he heard a knock at his door. He put a gentle smile on his face as he went to the door and opened it revealing Lois Lane. “It’s nice to see you again, Lois,” he said softly as he let the reporter into his home.

He led Lois into his office and smiled to himself. Her mind was much easier to manipulate that her former boyfriend. Her role in Superman’s defeat was a minor one, but just as important. Once the alien was stripped of everything that is dear to him, his new life would be truly ready to begin.

Handing Lois his special drink, He watched as the unsuspecting woman once again sealed her fate. His employer would be pleased with his progress.

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Superman circled the world over a dozen times before he finally stopped hovering in the air above the mountains of Tibet. He looked down at his crotch which has returned to its soft state. His mind sped even faster than his supersonic flight around the world as he relived his submission wearing that collar around his neck.

Why did he submit like that? Never in his life did he feel so helpless kneeling on the floor and calling Hugo master. At that point, he felt that Hugo could have demanded anything from him and he would have gladly performed the task.

All of his life, he thought he was special because of his powers, but at that specific moment of his submission, the mighty Man of Steel felt like the Man of Kleenex. That feeling scared him more than being exposed to kryptonite.

What made this entire experience worse for him was the reaction of his penis. All of his life he kept mental control over his sexual urges. He was taught by his parents that sex was something to be cherished through marriage and that self pleasure was something he must never do. Unlike human men, the hero was able to keep his cock soft through the sheer power of his mind and he had not had an erection since he was 12 years old.

Yet during his brief submission to Hugo, his cock suddenly wrested itself from his control and hardened in delight of submitting to another man. The fact he got hard when he knelt in front of Hugo raised questions that he did not want to even think about. Perhaps it was just a freak occurrence? The alternative was too much for Superman to contemplate.

Yet as he pushed those forbidden thoughts from his mind, Superman could not forget the sexual thrill he felt when he submitted to Hugo. Those thoughts haunted the back of his mind as he finally regained his composure and flew back to his apartment on the other side of the world.

It took only seconds for the Man of Steel to land on his balcony and enter into his apartment. He threw himself on his bed and buried his face into his pillow. Should he go back to face Hugo after his reaction to his therapy? Although there was no doubt that Hugo was his friend and only wanted to help him, Superman was afraid of what it may unlock inside of him. That forbidden thought once again crossed his mind and just as fast the hero banished to the back of his mind.

Superman realized that he was in a no win situation. If he stopped going to Hugo to deal with his stress attacks, he would have no way to combat his stress. If he had another attack while fending off a villainous attack, then people’s lives could be at stake. At the same time, he feared what might be revealed about him if he continued his therapy.

Being uncertain was something that was new to the most powerful being on the planet. He climbed out of his bed and took off his uniform as these thoughts paraded around in his brain. Completely unaware that he had been tampered with, the naked hero walked to the bathroom and took a long and hot shower.

Soaping his powerful muscles, Superman weighed the pros and cons of continuing his sessions with Hugo. He went back and forth for a solution to his problems even as he got out of the shower and dried himself off.

Once again, he climbed into bed completely naked and drifted off to an uneasy sleep filled of dreams of him submitting to Hugo Strange with a massive erection as he surrendered himself to his closest friend.

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Martha and Jonathan Kent sat at their dinner table enjoying a wonderful meal that Martha had taken hours to prepare. Although technically retired, they still worked as they did their entire lives. Even old age would not stop them from running their small farm.

Even though they sat in silence, it was a silence full of love for the 40 years that they have been married. They could not imagine a better life even in retirement. They had a son that they were immensely proud of and often wished that Clark would visit them more often. They knew that he was often on the go between his job at the Daily Planet and his heroic feats as Superman.

Forks dropped to the table as the front and back door of the house burst open and troops invaded their home with their weapons pointed at the elderly couple.

“What is the meaning of this?” Jonathan asked as he raised his hands in immediate surrender.

The troops looked like they were in the armed forces with the exception of the patch on their left arm with the Lexcorp logo.

Martha paled as she also raised her hands in the air. Standing as close to her husband as possible, she remained silent as the house was soon crowded with Lexcorp soldiers.

“You need to keep quiet and come with us!” The commander barked as his men formed a ring around the frightened couple. “Lex Luthor wished to see you both right away!”

Unable to resist short of being shot to death, Jonathan and Martha were escorted outside by the armed troops to where a transport was waiting in the middle of their fields. As they climbed on board, Jonathan could only hope that Superman would find and rescue them before they could be used against their only son.

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“What do you mean you are dropping your investigation on Luthor?” Clark asked in shock as he stood in front of Lois’ desk.

Lois rolled her eyes in annoyance as she shook her head. “There is no story,” She snapped irritably. “I was wrong to think that Luthor had anything to do with Scot Steven’s victory in the election. There was not enough evidence to back up my theories.”

Clark could not believe his eyes. In the five years that he worked with her, he had never seen her quit at anything. “There is never enough evidence when it comes to Luthor, but that does not mean that he didn’t have anything to do with Mr. Steven’s election victory.”

His former girlfriend sighed as she threw the folder with her research at the reporter. “If you want to pursue this be my guest, but I am done and moving on. My god, You are obsessed with the man!”

Catching the folder before the contents flew everywhere, Clark adjusted his glasses. “What are you talking about?”

“The only words that ever come out of your mouth is Lex Luthor and Superman. I can’t decide if you hate them or are in love with them, Clark.”

Clark could not believe the words coming out of Lois’ mouth. It was like she was a different person.

“Just get out of my office, Clark.” Lois snapped. “I have work to do and don’t need you gawking at me like the country bumkin you are.”

The report left frowning at his former girlfriend’s strange behavior. He silently shrugged it off as a her time of the month. He had bigger problems right now than dealing with her bitchiness.

Chapter 7

Hovering above the penthouse building, Superman still had not decided if he would keep his appointment with Hugo. The emotions boiled inside him until they felt ready to burst. All of his life, he had never had a problem with making choices, but this new sensual experience of helplessness was uncharted territory for the hero.

With a surrendering sigh, Superman gave in to his battling emotions and floated down to land on the balcony. His jaw dropped when he saw the collar sitting on an end table next to the sliding glass door. Staring at the collar like it was made out of kryptonite, the hero felt like he was frozen in time as he thought about running away.

It was by sheer force of will that he stepped towards the collar and the submissive helplessness that it entailed. Hugo was a dear friend and only wanted to help him. He had to think about the people on Earth who needed his protection.

With slightly trembling hands, Superman picked up the collar and fastened it around his thick neck. Once it was secure, he felt his powerful legs buckle slightly as his superhuman control melted away causing his bulging briefs to expand.

The glass door slid open and Hugo stood before him silent but powerful. Superman slid down to his knees as he accepted that he must be submissive to the man who collared him.

“Welcome Superman,” Hugo said with a smile.

Superman looked up at his friend and flinched. His complete surrender left him powerless to resist anything that the Professor had in mind with this session. His rod of steel pulsed within the confines of his tights and briefs as if the anticipation of what could happen for the next hour was the reason for it’s hardness.

Hugo took a leash from the counter and fastened it to the collar around the hero’s neck. Superman’s eyes bulged out at the thought of being walked like a dog, but he accepted this fact silently as he automatically fell down to his hands and knees like he was a puppet to be controlled by his master.

Crawling behind the man who was helping him deal with his stress, Superman never felt so low in his life. Where these reactions came from he had no idea, and when he tried to think of the source, his thoughts seemed to hit a brick wall. All he knew is that this would help him deal with his stress and that was the reason he did not fight this humiliating situation. Adding to the confusion was the way his body reacted as his pleasure centers seemed to come alive like they never had before.

When they got to the familiar office where Superman found the source of his stress relief, all conflicting thoughts melted away. His mind finally completely surrendered as his body had to the therapeutic reasonings of Professor Hugo Strange.

His friend sat in the chair as Superman kneeled at his feet. “Would you like to talk about what happened yesterday?” Hugo asked gently. “You left in such a hurry that you did not even say goodbye.”

Superman looked up at his friend sheepishly. “I did not mean to be rude, master,” He said as his blue eyes met the grey eyes of his handler. Inwardly he groaned as that word escaped from his mouth once more. Why did he call Hugo ‘master’? He thought wildly. It almost felt instinctive as submitting did.

“It’s okay to feel overwhelmed by these new feelings,” Hugo said with a soft smile. He petted Superman’s thick black hair. “This is a new experience for you, and it is normal to feel a bit freaked out by this. How does it feel to be submissive instead of being in control?”

The Man of Steel felt his pulsing tool jump for joy at the soft touch of his master. Once again, he wondered why he instinctively called Hugo his master instead of his friend. Slightly shivering with pleasure, he closed his eyes enjoying the feelings his body was experiencing. “It feels good,” he softly moaned. “All of my stress seems like a distant memory.”

“It is okay to feel this way, Superman,” Hugo said gently as he stroked the hero’s cheek. “There is nothing wrong in submitting to the greater man. It is a part of who you are. You just have to trust someone to let your guard down once you find the right man. I can help you do this.”

Superman frowned as the words hit him hard. Hugo had never called him Superman even when he was in his uniform before today. Even stranger was the assumption by his friend that he was gay. He had always been attractive to women his entire life. He shivered at the soft caress of his friend as he looked up at him. “I’m not gay,” He said as firmly as he could in his present state of mind.

Hugo smiled as his gently lifted the hero’s chin and looked deeply into his eyes. “I never said you were gay, Superman. Only that it is natural for you to submit to another man. All of your life, you had to maintain ultimate control over your powers and yourself so that you could not explore your true nature. In your quest to find a way to relax, we have discovered that the way to let go of that control is to become a submissive to another man. The way your body is reacting, it is obvious that you secretly crave to give up control and be controlled by another man.”

Superman slightly flinched as the words seemed like the truth to him. His throbbing erection seemed to confirm what his master was saying to him. This foreign sensual pleasure that he was experiencing never happened to him before even with all of his love for Lois. All Lois brought him was more stress that he mistook for love. This new feeling was so much greater than anything that Lois ever offered him. The mixture of relaxation and pleasure threatened to consume him.

“Now that we have discovered a way for you to relax,” Hugo continued. “We can look for ways to achieve this when you are at home. I would like to suggest that our next session take place in your home so we can work on this.”

Superman was about to object when Hugo’s finger ran gently across his lips. The soft sensual feeling combined with his other feelings of pleasure muted his objections as he looked up at the man who controlled his fate. “Yes, master,” he said with a smile even as part of his mind screamed in defiance.

Hugo smiled as he patted Superman on the cheek. “Let’s go ahead and perform your relaxation techniques. Look at the flames of the fire and start breathing deeply. In and out.”

The helpless hero did as instructed as he felt himself let go of his mind and entered that place of relaxation unaware of the severe danger that he was in.

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Lois sat at her table shyly looking at the man across from her. It had been ages since she had been on a date with him and after their rocky relationship the last few years, it was a bit awkward for her.

“Thank you for meeting me here tonight, Lex,” She said in her most seductive voice.

Luthor smiled as he sipped his glass of wine. “I am surprised that you wanted to meet me here, Lois. You have been quite slanderous at late.”

Feeling her cheeks heat up, she smiled demurely at the man she once hated. “I was wrong to write those articles about you. Would you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

Looking critically at his date, Luthor looked her right in the eyes. He held her gaze for several minutes before a small smile settled on his face. “Let’s take it slow, and we will see where it takes us.”

Lois smiled back as their food was brought to their table. “You won’t regret this Lex,” She purred as her foot traced his groin area.

“Does Superman know you are here with me?” Lex asked sarcastically.

Anger rose up in Lois as she snarled. “Superman doesn’t own me!” She suddenly realized where she was and performed the calming exercises that Hugo had taught her. “I’m sorry about that,” She said as she gave Lex her most dazzling smile.

Lex arched an eyebrow. “You must have had a falling out with the alien.”

Lois blushed again as she added pepper on her chicken piccata. She should have known that Lex would pick that up quickly. “Let’s just say I realized that I was wrong about Superman. He is no longer in my life, and I am looking for a real man now. Not a muscled freak who doesn’t know how to satisfy a woman.”

“This was a huge falling out,” Lex observed with a smile. He raised his glass of wine. “I think this might be the start of a wonderful new start for us, Lois.”

Lois raised her own glass and their glasses clinked together. “We both now have similar goals, Lex. I think that between the both of us we can achieve that.”

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Martha and Jonathan Kent held hands tightly as they were escorted to a small room with a table and three chairs. Their escort still has the guns pointed at them ready to fire if they tried to resist. The ride from Smallville had been long and scary. Their questions were answered with guns pointed at them. Their prayers that their son would come and rescue them were unanswered.

They were herded into the room and forced to sit in the chairs. Their guards said nothing but kept their guns trained on the elderly couple. Minutes seemed to last hours as they sat silently fearing what will happen next.

The door opened and a bald man came into the room. At first they thought it was Lex Luthor, but the man was a bit shorter and had more bulk than their son’s greatest enemy. He wore glasses and his grey eyes looked at both of them like they were part of a complex puzzle. “Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Kent.” He said gently. “I am Professor Hugo Strange, and I apologize for having to bring you here.”

Jonathan cleared his throat. “Why are we here?” He demanded.

Professor Strange smiled as he gestured to one of the guards. The guard immediately left and returned a few seconds later with a pitcher of water and two glasses. “Please have a glass of water and we will discuss the reason you have been brought to me.”

Jonathan and Martha each took as glass and poured themselves a glass of water. Professor Strange waited until they took a drink before he motioned for the guards to leave them.
When the room was empty, Strange smiled as he guided Superman’s adoptive parents through the breathing exercise. One by one, the aliens allies would be taken away from him leaving him alone in a world that will soon hate him.

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