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Seth learns about slave protocol and what to expect on a daily basis in his new status.

The Crucifixion of Seth Logan – Chapter 4 : The Journey
by UKBastinado
Series: The Crucifixion of Seth Logan

Seth […]

Hugo Strange’s grip on Superman becomes even stronger as the superhero agrees to submit to him.
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Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman – Parts 4 & 5
by Todd Fleming
Series: Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman

Chapter 4

The next day was much better for Clark as he frequently performed the relaxation exercises that Hugo had taught him. He was not only able to finish his article about Superman’s fight against Metallo, but he managed to work with Lois on her Lex Luthor story.

Sitting across from each other in the Daily Planet conference room, Clark watched Lois going over the research and notes from her investigation.

“There is something fishy going on here. I have a list of all the donations that Scot Stevens received and none of them can be linked to Luthor. With as much support that he gave to Stevens during the campaign, you would think that he would have donated some kind of funds.”

Clark adjusted his glasses as he looked thoughtfully out of the wall length windows that showed the skyline of Metropolis. “Luthor is too smart to make this kind of obvious mistake. I think he wants us to think there is something suspicious about his involvement with Mr. Steven’s campaign. It might be a red herring to keep our attention on the campaign while he attends to something else.”

Lois nodded slowly as she looked down at the hours of work that she had to do to make it this far. “I’ll broaden my search and look for any other activities that Luthor is doing that might be a story.” She said sighing at the sudden size of her project.

Clark was just about to offer to help when his super hearing picked up screaming from the direction of downtown. “I really have to use the bathroom,” He said pretending to do the potty dance. “I’ll be right back!”

Rushing out of the conference room, Clark went to the stairs that led to the roof. Using his super speed, he changed out of his civilian clothes into the familiar red and blue uniform that fit snugly over his muscled body. Storing his clothes in the secret compartment in his cape, he made it to the roof in seconds and was flying in the air to where the screams were coming from.

In the downtown area, people were running and screaming as a giant robot picked up random cars and threw them at random places. Superman hovered in the air looking closely at the robot. It looked like an exact replica of the best selling toy robot from last Christmas. It looked like Toy Man was up to his old tricks.

With a blur of red and blue, Superman intercepted several cars that were being thrown at the fleeing civilians. Gently setting the cars down one by one with in seconds, the hero flew at full
speed and with a single punch knocked off the robotic head.

The robot swung blindly around the hero looking for a way to squash him for interfering. Superman gasped as the stress that he had been dealing with suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. Holding his head, he tried to quickly perform his breathing exercises while making sure that the robot did not destroy anything else.

During one deep breath, Superman suddenly found himself flying back. He desperately tried to regain his balance as the stress once again hit him hard. Bricks and concrete struck him from behind as his powerful body smashed into the First Bank of Metropolis. He could hear screams as he smashed through the wall and landed in the middle of the bank lobby.

Superman got groggily up to his feet and tried to suppress the stress that was crippling him. He looked through the hole in the wall that he created and narrowed his eyes at the headless robot still trying to destroy the city. His heat vision activated and hit the robot directly in the chest where its main circuitry was located. Sparks flew out of the robot’s chest as it jerked twice before tumbling down on the street.

It took all of Superman’s willpower to fly in the air and make sure there was no immediate threat. Seeing that no one was trapped under the rubble, he uncharastically flew from the scene without helping to clean up. The stress that pounded in his head was almost too much for him to fly as he made his way to Hugo Strange’s apartment. He needed to get to the bottom of these stress episodes as soon as possible before there was threat to the city that he could not handle.

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Professor Hugo Strange smiled as he watched the footage of Superman’s fight with Toyman’s robot on the news. The news was being filmed live with Cat Grant covering the footage of the fight. These attacks on the city in the past two weeks has been a part of his plan to break his prey for his client.

As Ms. Grant was commenting on Superman’s sudden flight from the scene, Strange rushed to his office to make sure that all his preparations were complete. He expected Superman to come straight here after suffering a stress attack during the fight. His luck that it would happen at the exact moment that it happened would only help him in his goal.

After making sure everything was perfect, Strange walked out of the office just in time to see Superman land on his balcony. He had to admit that there was not a more perfect specimen in all of the planet. His uniform clung to every muscle, radiating power. To be the one who actually broke and tamed the alien would be the perfect test to see if he was ready to pursue his own personal goal.

The Professor walked from the living room to the balcony door as he smiled at the man who thought he was his friend. “This is quite the unexpected surprise, Superman. What can I do for you?”

Superman frowned as he felt his head throbbing from the stress attack he was dealing with. “I had another stress attack while fighting Toyman, Hugo. I need your help to find source of this stress.”

Strange wanted to laugh at the distress his ‘patient’ was feeling. For all his power, he certainly had no clue. Then again the effort that he had employed to get the alien to this point was beyond anything that the hero had faced before.

“Come in and I will do what I can,” Strange said soothingly as he placed a red kryptonite coated hand on the bulging bicep of his prey.

The Professor escorted The Man of Steel into his study as he admired the muscle magnificence of his prey. He could understand why his client wanted this alien tamed. Even as a straight man, he could not help but to admire the beauty of this muscled behemoth.

Setting Superman on his couch, Strange went to the bar and started preparing the hero’s special drink as his prey started doing his breathing exercises. This time he didn’t even bother to ask. The Man of Steel had been conditioned enough that he accepted the drugged drink with a grateful smile as relaxation settled over his powerful body.

As Strange settled himself on the chair looking directly at the hero laying on the couch, he took out a pad and pen and started to take down notes. “I have been thinking about the kind of stress that you have been experiencing, and I need to ask a few questions that might make you feel uncomfortable. I would not ask them if I did not think that it might be linked to your stress attacks.”

Superman sipped his spiked drink as he lazily watched the flames in the fireplace letting the feeling of ultimate relaxation run through his body. “You can ask me anything that you want, Hugo.” He said warmly.

“How is your sex life?”

The hero blinked as he looked startled at the question. “What does my sex life have to do with these stress attacks?” he asked as his face started to blush.

Strange put on his most soothing and understanding smile as he secretly reveled in watching the hero squirm uncomfortably. “I only ask because this kind of stress attack can be linked to problems in a sexual nature. Men and women have needs that they need to fulfill to lead stress free lives and the lack of sex can cause frustration to turn into stress that can build up over time.”

Superman turned even redder as he looked down at his drink. “I am a virgin,” He mumbled not believing that he was admitting this to anyone.

“It is believed that you and Ms. Lane were having a relationship,” Strange said softly.

“It’s not that simple,” Superman stammered. “I love Lois, but I don’t know if she loves me for being Superman or if she could love me for being Clark Kent. I can’t be with someone in that way until I know that it is with the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Strange could hardly believe the information that he was hearing. The most powerful man in the universe was a sexual virgin? He wanted to laugh at loud at the ammunition that the alien just gave him. His upbringing in Kansas probably had something to do with this bashfulness about talking about sex, and it was exactly what he needed to break the alien. “Do you trust, Ms. Lane?” Hugo asked softly as he watch the uncomfortable hero turn even redder.

“I want to trust her,” He said sheepishly.

“What is holding you back from trusting a woman who you think you love?”

Superman sighed as he looked into the dancing flames. “I don’t know if she loves me for the real me or the hero that she sees fighting crime. I also don’t know if she would keep my secrets or would do her job as a reporter and reveal them to the world.”

Hugo set his pad and pen down as he crossed his legs looking intently at the alien. “If you can’t trust Ms. Lane then there is no way to have a healthy relationship with her. I trust your judgement that you are unsure how she would react since you know her much better that I do. This might be one of the reasons for your stress attacks. Between the stress in trying to trust Ms. Lane combined with your duties as Superman and Clark Kent, you might be trying to handle more than even you could handle. I can see that this has only added to your stress, so let’s do your breathing exercises to help you let go and unwind.”

Hugo stood up and watched as Superman slowly reduced his mind to where his suggestion could be successfully implanted. He placed his kryptonite coated hand on his prey’s shoulders and whispered in his ear, “You will break up with Lois and tell her that you will not be seeing her anymore. Although you will feel bad about the breakup, you will be at this level of relaxation for 24 hours. You will agree to come and see me everyday to talk about your problems.”

The Professor watched as he let the alien stay in this vulnerable state for several more minutes. After slowly pulling his prey’s mind back to reality, he walked over to his desk. “I’m afraid is all the time that I can give you right now. I have another appointment coming at anytime. Would it be okay, if I put you on my schedule so that we both have time to talk and address your problems?”

He watched as Superman nodded with a smile. The level of trust he now had with the alien was probably on the same level as his adoptive parents at this time. The Professor could not wait until the alien realized that he had fallen in his trap. “That would be great, Hugo. I really appreciate you taking the time to talk to me about this.”

“Anything for a friend,” Strange said as he pretended to jot the appointment in his book. “Come back at 4 PM tomorrow and we will pick up where we left off. If for some reason there is an emergency, stop by here day or night.”

The Professor escorted Superman to his balcony where he watched the unsuspecting hero take off in the air. His smile turned into a snarl as his plan slowly unfolded.

Chapter 5

“What do you mean, ‘You can’t see me anymore’?” Lois screeched at Superman as they stood on the balcony of her apartment.

Superman flinched at the acid in her voice. “I’m sorry, but I need to sort some things out. It’s me and not you.”

Lois screamed as she grabbed a pot of flowers and hurled it at the Man of Steel. It hit him right in the middle of his chest and shattered against his invulnerable body. “You are pathetic!” She raved as she grabbed another pot and threw it at his head.

Superman could not believe his eyes as the love of his life raged like a lunatic. Had he been wrong about her the whole time? “Lois, please!” He pleaded as he held up his hands in protest.

“Get the fuck out of here!” She screeched as she ran back into her apartment in tears.

He wanted to go after her and take it all back, but Hugo had been right. He didn’t trust her and it was better for their relationship to be this way. As Superman took off in the air and into the night sky, he still felt terrible at the hurt he caused Lois. The odd thing was that he felt good and relaxed about being single again. The conflict of emotions was strange to him as he flew back to his own apartment.

It had been a strange week for the Man of Steel. He had found a fast close friend who he could trust and talk about topics that he never talked about with other friends before. With the necessity of keeping his powers a secret, he could never get close to anyone besides his parents. Now that there were no secrets between him and Hugo, he finally had someone to confide with without the fear of his loved ones suffering the consequences.

As he landed on his apartment balcony, the muscled hero went inside and started to strip off his famous blue and red costume. The feeling of relaxation that started when he left Lois’ apartment has spread to the rest of his body muting the hurt and pain he still felt about the break up. Deciding to forgo wearing his usually pajamas, Superman settled in his bed completely naked and drifted off into a deep sleep with a slight smile on his face.

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Hugo Strange checked his watch as the door to his apartment was opened to reveal a crying Lois Lane.

“I’m sorry for intruding at this late hour,” Lois cried as she flung herself into the arms of Strange. “Superman just broke up with me!”

Hugo held his comfortingly despite the evil smile he had on his face. When Lois finally cried herself out, his face changed to the soothing expression that all of his patients saw. “It will be okay,” He said gently. “You are a strong woman and you don’t need a ‘superman’ to make you feel validated.

Between one sentence and the other, he snapped his fingers causing Lois to fall into an instant trance. His slow and difficult methods to invade Superman’s mind had almost made him forget how easy it was to control ordinary humans. “Your sadness of your breakup will turn to anger and you will only think about revenge on Superman for hurting you. Over time, you will hate your ex-boyfriend and think of ways to make him pay for hurting you.”

Bringing her back to reality, Hugo patted her shoulder. “Are you going to be okay? Do you feel like you need to take your life or hurt yourself?”

Lois’ brown eyes hardened as she looked thoughtfully in the distance. She wiped the tears from her eyes as she shook her head. “I’ll be alright. I am starting to feel a little better now. Thank you for being here for me.”

Hugo smiled as he opened his front door again. “We’ll see you at your next appointment then, Lois.”

Lois flashed a dazzling smile at her close friend. “I wouldn’t miss it for all the world, Hugo.”

As the door shut behind her, Hugo chuckled softly to himself. That was almost too easy.

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Superman landed on Hugo Strange’s balcony at exactly 4 o’clock. The hero had such a wonderful day despite breaking up with the woman he loved for 5 years. He had not seen Lois all day since she called in sick. Thankfully she did not know that Clark Kent was really Superman so he could still have a friendship with her.

The relaxation he felt since the break up melded with the soothing penthouse of Professor Hugo Strange. He softly sighed as he felt his body surrendering to the sights, smells, and sounds of this warm and soothing apartment.

Hugo greeted him warmly and shook his hand as he was invited inside. The pulsing warmness of his friend’s hand slowly spread up his arm and to the rest of his body. He followed the professor into the office where he laid down on the couch without even thinking as the mesmerising flames captures his eyes.

Settling himself in the chair next to the couch, Hugo took out his pad and pen as he smiled at the relaxed hero. “When we left off yesterday, we were talking about your relationship with Lois Lane.”

Superman forced himself to stop looking at the flames as he took a deep breath in unaware that Poison Ivy’s pheromones were invading and assaulting his body and mind. He looked at his new best friend and noticed a towel covering up something on the end table. “I broke up with Lois last night,” He said softly.

Hugo blinked in surprise as he adjusted his glasses. “What made you decide to take this action,” He asked the soon to be helpless hero.

The hero shrugged as he turned his attention back to the flames in the fireplace. “It seemed like the right thing to do. You were right that if I could not trust her with my secrets that there could never really be a real relationship.”

“What happened when you told her?”

“She was really angry and started throwing things at me, Hugo,” Superman said sadly. “I thought I knew her, but I didn’t expect her to react this way. It really hurt me, but I also realized that she only loved me for my powers and celebrity. I don’t think she ever loved me for me.”

“That can be a hard thing to deal with, Clark,” Hugo said soothingly. “How did you feel afterwards?”

Superman smiled slightly as he watched the dancing flames. “It felt good after the breakup. I never felt so relaxed in a very long time. I think part of the my stress attacks was because of being with her.”

“That can be part of the reason, but I do not feel that it is the entire reason for your stress attacks,” Hugo said softly. “I believe that your lack of release both sexually and being in control all the time is the main reason why you are stressed all the time.”

Hugo stood to his feet and looked down at the helpless hero as he explained. “I have thought long and hard about your problem and may have come up with a treatment to help you release the huge amount of stress that you have bottled up.

“Now it may seem to be a bit unorthodox, however, I think that it will help you deal better with your responsibilities as both Clark Kent and Superman. I would never suggest such a treatment, if I did not think that it would help you, my friend.”

Superman looked at his closest friend and smiled. “I trust you with my life, Hugo. I am sure that whatever you suggest would be a great help.”

Hugo lifted the towel off the end table to reveal a dog collar with a ‘S’ shield plaque hanging from the middle.

The Man of Steel eye’s popped open in shock. He stared at the collar like it was a viper. “You want me to wear that?” He asked incredulously.

The Professor smiled as he sat back down. “This will help you give up control that you have to have as Superman and learn to relax as a submissive. Being in control all the time will lead to an early grave and how can you help anyone if that happens? This is a safe environment and I only suggest this because I think it will help you.”

Superman could not believe what his ears where hearing. He wanted to trust the professor, but at the same time, he could never become a submissive to anyone. The conflicting emotions pounded inside him as he tried to clear his mind from the blanket of relaxation that cloaked him since he came inside the room.

“Why don’t you perform your relaxation techniques so that you can think about this with a clear mind?” Hugo suggested gently.

The hero nodded mutely as his eyes were drawn back to the flames. Taking deep breaths in and out, he felt himself drift down to that place of relaxation that he could only achieve in this safe place. His body seemed to melt away as his mind opened up in that safe and special place where he could let his guard and defenses down.

He was completely unaware of the hand on his shoulder as the room faded away and every care in the world was slowly stripped from him. When he eventually reached the place where he could finally let everything go, his mind was able to think clearly.

Superman trusted Hugo Strange and knew that if his friend would suggest such an unorthodox treatment, it was because he honestly thought it would help. The suggestion suddenly made perfect sense to him as he drifted in the world of carefree relaxation. This treatment would help him let go of his stress and anxiety and that would ultimately help the people of earth as he fought to protect them.

After what seemed like an eternity, he felt himself slowly drift back to reality. Becoming aware of his own body and the room that he was in, Superman slowly opened his eyes and looked at the dancing flames that seemed to tell him that everything would be alright.

Hugo sat in his chair watching him as the hero turned his head to look at those gentle grey eyes. Superman looked at the collar no longer fearing what is represented, but at the possibilities of letting go his stress.

“How do you feel Superman?” His friend asked gently.

The Man of Steel sighed as he surrendered that last of his defenses. “If you think this will help me, then I agree to take part of this treatment.”

“You’ve made the right decision, Clark.” Hugo said soothingly.

The Professor stood to his feet and took the collar in his hands. Walking over the the hero, Superman felt the collar being placed around his thick neck. With an audible sigh, Superman never in his life felt as helpless as he did now. The iron hold of control that he usually wielded melted away as he turned from a dominant and powerful hero to a submissive muscle man.

“Let it go, Clark,” Strange said softly as he watched him behind those soft grey eyes.

Superman did let everything go as the collar seemed to magically erase his apprehension and think of only serving the man who placed the collar on his neck. His body also reacted as his confidence that he normally wielded faded away and his body seemed to slouch even more than when he pretended to be Clark Kent.

The Man of Steel looked down in helpless surprise as he felt a thrill of pleasure of letting his control go. His impressive bulge in his red briefs, grew larger until it showed the outline of his hard and pulsing cock. For the first time in his life, his genitles was no longer under the control of his supermind and seemed to reveal in his helplessness.

“Do not be embarrassed,” Hugo said soothingly. “It is a common reaction to this kind of treatment. The repression that you have felt all these years is being undone and this is a natural reaction.”

Superman had to admit to himself that this reaction felt good to him and the thought of being submissive to another man gave him pleasure that he never felt before. Without even thinking, he climbed off the couch and stood facing the man who was trying to help him. His muscled body seemed huge in comparison to the professor, but there was no mistaken who was in charge. The mighty Superman has been collared by a normal human.

He slowly performed the one act that many villains had dreamed about for years. Superman slowly sank to his knees in submission to Professor Hugo Strange. He expected to see triumph in Hugo’s eyes or even some kind of excitement at his submission, but all he saw was the gentle kindness that he always showed toward the once powerful hero.

Hugo placed his hand on his shoulder, “How do you feel, Clark?”

“It feels strange but strangely natural,” Superman said as he bowed his head to his better. “How may I serve you, Master?” He asked in a weak voice.

The Man of Steel knew that he should not have done this, but the feelings of becoming a complete submissive was overwhelming and the pleasure of his throbbing hard on seemed to mute any objections that he normally would have in this kind of situation. This felt as natural to him as flying through the air and deep inside he knew he as long as he wore the collar, Superman would always submit.

Hugo looked at him for a few minutes and then took the collar off of the hero. Sighing with regret, as he felt his superhuman control coming back to him, Superman blinked as if he was suddenly aware of his actions.

Standing to his feet and covering his crotch, he stared in horror at the collar that conquered him. With a rush of air, the hero was off as he ran out of the room towards the balcony. He barely was aware of the professor watching him as he took off in the air and flew as fast as he could away from what had just happened.

CONTINUE THE STORY:PREVIOUS CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER

After thoroughly scrutinizing the merchandise, the potential buyers are ready to make a deal.
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Modern Slavery – Page 3
by 2Tops4Slave
Series: Modern Slavery

CONTINUE THE STORY:PREVIOUS CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER

After the initial training, the gay sex slave inmates are presented to potential buyers for examination and sampling.
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Modern Slavery – Page 2
by 2Tops4Slave
Series: Modern Slavery

CONTINUE THE STORY:PREVIOUS CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER

Due to budget cuts, a prison in the not too distant future decides to sell its inmates as gay sex slaves. But first they need some training.
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Modern Slavery – Page 1
by 2Tops4Slave
Series: Modern Slavery

CONTINUE THE STORY:PREVIOUS CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER

Professor Strange begins the process of taking over control of Superman’s mind.
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Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman – Parts 2 & 3
by Todd Fleming
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Hakem Learns Respect – Part 4
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Hakem was […]

Hakem’s nephews join in the fun of humiliating their naked uncle in police custody.

Hakem Learns Respect – Part 3
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Series: Hakem Learns Respect

“Well, you can stay like that until you are r […]

Hakem is forced to endure a humiliating public strip search.

Hakem Learns Respect – Part 2
by Pencil
Series: Hakem Learns Respect

One by one Hakem undid the buttons and for every button he took off […]

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Muscle boys Cort & Ryder’s ordeal continues with cock cages, the rack, and a painful bone scraping session in the most intense installment of the series thus far.
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The Ordeal of Cort and Ryder – Chapter 3: Musclebuds Tortured
by Ragnar1963
Series: The Ordeal of Cort and Ryder

“GET UP.”

Cort and Ryder, lying naked on the dirty stone floor, awoke to the clang of the cell door and the harsh voice of Dax. They had collapsed exhausted immediately after being dragged back to their cell, and now had no idea how much time had passed. Minutes? Days?

But lightning bolts of pain on their lacerated backs cruelly yanked them back into consciousness. Groggily they crawled out of the their cell and struggled to their feet, knowing the price of disobedience, and Dax and Dez quickly handcuffed their wrists behind their backs. Their young hardons, intensified by Viagra and cruel iron cock-ring shackles, had at last subsided. Weakened, exhausted, they did not resist as their jailers unlocked their cock-rings–to sighs of relief from the two muscled prisoners–but then immediately placed on each of their victims a cock cage: close-fitting metal sleeves slipped over their shafts and locked around their nutsacs.

Dez set a pail of water on the floor in front of them, and, almost instinctively, like animals, Cort and Ryder knelt to drink, taking turns because the pail was only large enough to accommodate one drinker at a time. Greedily they replenished their fluids with the cool water, sucking it up like pigs at a trough, kneeling naked, hands chained behind. As usual, the sight of the muscle boy’s humiliation provoked mocking laughter in Dax and Dez.

“STAND UP.”

Faces dripping, the two obeyed. Even after all their ordeals so far, Ryder and Cort were still a highly erotic sight: muscled, naked, handsome, sweating, dirty, hands cuffed behind, cock cages imprisoning their shafts. They dared not ask what would happen next.

Bald, muscled, covered in sinister tattoos, Dax spoke smirkingly. “Guess what was in that water, boys?” Even as he spoke, the chained prisoners could feel their cocks again hardening against their will… and it took only a moment for them to perceive the secret of the cock cages… The Viagra in the water–“A triple dose!” Dax said tauntingly–was swelling their shafts until they could feel… tiny sharp spikes lining the insides of the cages….

The lads winced… looked at their cocks, rising and stiffening to fill the snug cages to the limit… then glared with horrid at their captors, now laughing at seeing the muscle boys realize what those cages would do to their fully erect members.

“Gonna hurt like fuck, ain’t it, when your boners fill those spiked cages?” laughed Dez.

Red-hot fury suddenly boiled within Cort. His exhaustion vanished as he roared in anger and threw himself at Dez. “YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!” he roared. His arms chained, the attack was futile, but he slammed his chest into the muscled guard’s and sent him staggering back.

Instantly Dax grabbed the furious young stud and pulled him off Dez–just as Hondo entered the chamber, equally furious to see his prison attack his strong-arm. Dax restrained Cort, holding his arms behind him. Cort was panting with rage, even as his cock was stiffening painfully, pressed tight against the spikes in the cock cage.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!!!!” he shouted at the top of his lungs as Hondo stepped up, raised and arm, and with all his strength backhanded Cort across his handsome face. CRACKKKK!!!!! Dez intervened as Ryder lunged at Hondo, and the two struggled as Cort stood stunned in the mighty grip of Dax.

“Well,” Hondo growled, “I see our painslaves are becoming rebellious. Apparently the cock cages do not hurt these young studs quite badly enough.” Hondo slapped Cort’s caged hardon–“Aaahh,” the young captive winced and groaned. “Trust me, you will pay dearly for your outburst, my foolish boy.”

Cort glared back with furious hatred. “And just how will you pay?” Hondo smirked. “Through a dreadful, agonizing torture, of course.” He cruelly paused for dramatic effect. “Applied to your handsome friend. While you watch.”

“NOOOOO!” Cort shouted in horror as Dez dragged Ryder away into the dungeon. Dax followed with a struggling, shouting Cort in his grip.

“For him, the tiger bench!” Hondo shouted, directing Dax what to do with the manically but helplessly struggling Cort. “Make sure he has a perfect view of his sexy young friend on the wheel!” Dax wrestled Cort to the tiger bench, a low long bench set up next to a pillar. Cort was seated on the bench, back against the pillar, and his wrists pulled high overhead and cuffed behind the pillar. His legs were stretched out along the length of the bench, his feet tied together, and his knees roped tightly to the bench. Then the cruel part: his feet were raised and a brick placed under his heels, painfully increasing the pressure on his tied-down knees. Then Dax pulled Cort’s feet up even higher, and a second brick was placed under them. The ropes digging into his legs just above and below his knees were pure agony. His bare dirty feet were totally vulnerable resting atop the bricks. His ripped torso was stretched out, his wrists pulled high above him. And by now his well-endowed cock was fully erect, thrusting up from his crotch, filling the cage and pressing painfully against the tiny spikes that lined the cage…

Cort gasped in pain, but the real torture was seeing what they were doing to his best friend… Ryder was chained with his back against the outer rim of a wheel–his wrists chained to the wheel itself, his ankles spread wide and chained to the stone floor. The wheel was turned slowly, pulling Ryder’s arms up and over–in effect, a torture rack, stretching his nude muscled body until his ankle chains were taut. His legs were spread at a 45-degree angle, and, like Cort, his young cock thrust up from his crotch painfully hard and straining against the spiked confines of the cruel cock cage….

Hondo now was nude himself except for knee-high black leather boots. His own cock did not need any Viagra to grow and stiffen at the sight of his two stretched, chained captives, the sexiest and studliest young muscleheads he had ever kidnapped to his dungeon for torture. Cort he left bound in agony on the tiger bench as he addressed the struggling Ryder. “Oh, my beautiful young friend,” he purred as he ran a fingertip up Ryder’s hard six-pack and across his pecs. “Your look of defiance and anger will soon be changed to screams. You will beg for mercy, as will your handsome lover on your behalf. But know there will be no mercy.”

“Fuck you!” Ryder muttered.

“No… fuck! Please!” Cort begged.

A slight nod from Hondo and Dez turned the wheel–barely half an inch, just enough for the wooden wheel to creak and the ratchet holding it in place to click one notch. But the effect could be seen on Ryder’s grimacing face as the increased stretch shot pain through his body from shackled wrists to shackled ankles. “Now your reckless friend will come to regret attacking my guard,” Hondo said. “Though not as intensely as you will.” Another nod, another click–and Ryder’s body was even more agonizingly racked over the arch of the wheel.

Hondo played erotically and cruelly with his bound captive’s taut torso, stroking the ripples of muscle, paying special attention to his stretched, helpless, hypersensitive nipples–which only made Ryder even harder and the torture of the cock cage even crueler. For his part, Hondo was driven nearly mad by the sight of his beautiful muscled torture victim, writhing and flexing helplessly in his chains, torchlight glinting off his sweating ripped body as he struggled, a grimace of pain etched on his handsome young face.

Dax chuckled softly to himself as he stroked Cort’s nipples, greedily watching the young bondage victim’s reactions: the physical pain of his stiffened cock in its biting cage and the stress torture of his tightly bound legs; the mental anguish of not only seeing his sexy bro/lover writhing in torture, but getting aroused and erect against his will at the sight! The muscle hunk’s cruel fingertips would not let Cort’s vulnerable nips rest as the stimulation caused his cock to grow and harden painfully.

“AAAghhh…” a cry of pain from Ryder as the wheel turned another notch! With the muscle boy’s body stretched painfully, even a tiny increment meant an exponential increase in the agony of his young racked limbs. “No… please…” Cort whispered as he watched his best bud’s sadistic torture, a response which heightened Hondo’s erotic ecstasy, evoked cruel laughter, and inspired the next stage of the torture…

“Dez! Are the needles prepared?”

“Yes, Boss.”

This brief exchange struck fear into the hearts of the chained boys, Cort no less than Ryder. The latter, in involuntary panic, began to struggle and pull against his chains–but stretched taut, the muscleboy could barely move. “No….. NO!” Cort yelled to the accompaniment of Ryder’s rattling chains and heavy breathing as Dez brought forth a small wooden case and opened it.

Hondo picked out a needle, eight inches long and filament-thin, from the three dozen which lay gleaming on the case’s velvet lining and held it up to glisten in the dungeon torchlight. “Tell me, Ryder,” he purred as he contemplated it, “have you ever had your bones scraped?”

“NOOO!!!” Cort shouted as Ryder gasped and thrashed helplessly. “Each needle will delicately pierce and burrow into your muscle. Though highly uncomfortable, that is not where the torture lies,” Hondo said as he showed the writhing, racked lad the implement. “The torture begins when the needle reaches your bone and attacks the nerves. Then you will truly suffer and squirm. Perhaps even scream for mercy.”

Stretched taut and naked on the torture wheel, Ryder’s breaths came in gasps. “Fuck you….”

Cort’s reaction was more frantic as the thrashed in his bondage, sending waves of agony down his tightly, painfully bound legs. “FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!”

Without another word, Hondo pressed the tip of the needle against Ryder’s right pec and began to drive it in… The racked lad’s boyish face registered the sensation, twisting and grimacing as the needle burrowed through his thick chest muscle… slowly… slowly as Hondo smiled cruelly and savored each moment of his young captive’s torture…. Then… “Aaahhhh…..” a cry of pain from the ripped young man as the needle tip reached a rib and Hondo began to roll the needle between his fingertips, delicately scraping the bone…. “aaahhhh… AAAGHHHH…. no….AAAAGHHHH! FUCK!” Ryder could only thrash his head from side to side in response to the chest torture, so tightly was his body stretched and immobilized…. “AAAAAGHHHH!!! NOOOO!” The loudest scream yet came from a quarter-inch turn of the wheel…

“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU ALL!!!!!!” Cort shouted in impotent rage as he watched his musclebud’s agony. Yet thrashing and struggling only sent pain shooting down his cruelly bound legs….

Another needle in Ryder’s left pec… more writhing, rippling muscle, agonized grimaces, sexy naked suffering from the chained 19-year-old musclestud on the torture wheel…. “Torture him… torture him!!!…” Dez muttered in a sort of erotic trance as he handed each needle to Hondo, who again and again pierced the boy’s chest muscles and burrowed down to his ribs… and all the while the agony of the wheel stretch and the sadistic spiked cock cage made a triple torture for the hellishly suffering young man…

And Cort suffered too under the agonizing stress position of the tiger bench and his own cock cage trapping his youthful megaboner! The moans and screams of Ryder, the curses and begging of Cort, filled the dungeon as the torture continued, Hondo inserting needle after needle into his young prisoner’s chest meat…

Dax was unoccupied, Cort’s tender nips failing to respond any further to his stroking… as the torture of the stretched boy and the agonized protests of his musclebud continued relentlessly, Dax noticed the remaining needles in the velvet case… Cort’s bare trapped feet, ankles roped, struggling, squirming, dirty from the dungeon’s stone floor…

… oh yes… YES…

“Boss?” Dax asked with a cruel smirk. “May I please use one of those needles?”

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A new “mind control” series featuring Superman from the creative mind of Todd Fleming!
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Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman – Part 1
by Todd Fleming
Series: Strange Dealings: The Fall of Superman

Lights glittered in the elegant ballroom of Metropolis’ Grand Hotel, as guests mingled in the party of the year. The elite of the largest city in the world celebrated the victory of Scot Stevens as the new Mayor of Metropolis. There was no shock from anyone in this victory, even though Mr. Stevens was completely new to politics. After months of attacks from various super villains on the city, the people grew tired of their city being the punching bag of every super powered criminal in the free world. Even the protection of their champion, Superman, did not quell the people’s need for change in how their city was run.

Clark Kent stood in a corner watching the people mingle while adjusting his glasses. This was the last place that he wanted to be tonight, but this assignment was a direct order from his boss, Perry White. He scanned the room looking for his fellow reporter, Lois Lane, and could not find her. No doubt she was charming every person she met while looking for the real story behind Mr. Steven’s victory. Lois was the best investigative reporter not only for the Daily Planet, but any media across the world. Despite her reputation of always getting the story, she used her looks and personality to her advantage against even people who knew her true intentions. It was one of the many reasons he had fallen in love with her.

The reserved reporter would have confessed his feelings to her months ago if not for the fact that she was in love with Superman. He knew that even though Superman and Clark Kent were one and the same, he had to wait until Lois could love him for him and not his incredible powers. Clark slouched against the wall to make himself look smaller as he usually did while he was at work. He got his reputation by writing stories about Superman and getting exclusives that no other reporter have been able to get. The reporter took all the precautions to make sure that his secret was safe. If word of his real identity got out, all of his friends and family would be in grave danger.

Watching the glittering lights bounce across the red satin ribbons and balloon in the ballroom, Clark could not help but notice that music softly played at the same rhythm as the enticing light show. The center of the room was filled with couples dancing and gliding across the dance floor. Tables had been set up in a circle around the dance floor where people chatted with each other and enjoyed drinks and hors d’oeuvres. Clark knew he should be mingling just like Lois, but he felt uneasy being this close to the rich and famous of Metropolis. He had been raised in the tiny town of Smallville, located in the middle of Kansas. With such a humble childhood, the riches and glamour displayed in the party made him uncomfortable.

One of the waiters approached him with a tray of drinks. Clark took a glass and held it while he continued to watch for any trouble. The attacks that plagued Metropolis during the months leading to the election had been fast and furious. Superman had been able to repel each attack, but he had to be ready to launch into action if anything should happen. Just holding his drink and not taking a sip, he watch with his eyes and ears for any sign of trouble.

Lois had to be right that this election was not what it seemed. Scot Stevens had the complete backing of Metropolis’ number one citizen, Lex Luthor. Superman had have several dealings with the corporate tycoon in the past, and he knew for a fact that Lex never did anything without an ulterior motive. Lois also knew the nature of Luthor and she had been on the hunt for the true story of the rich man’s support and why he wanted Stevens elected as Mayor.

Neither Lex or Scot had made their entrance to the party yet, and Clark wanted to be here when they did. Whatever Luthor was up to had to be no good at all. The rich tycoon was possibly the smartest man alive and his plans were always a mystery until it was too late to act. In fact with all the times that Superman had gone up against Luthor, he had never been able to prove that his nemesis was involved. Lex was slippery as an eel and had almost killed the Man of Steel on more than one occasion.

“You look distracted, Mr. Kent,” a deep voice said behind him. “Do these kind of affairs bore you?”

Clark slightly jumped as his thoughts were suddenly interrupted. He had been so intent at watching the party as a whole that he did not pay attention to what was happened directly around him. He turned his head and looked at the man who apparently knew him. The man was a bit shorter than his slouching frame with a shiny bald head and a thin beard on the lower part of his face. Round glasses perched on his nose revealing grey eyes that looked at him intently. Behind the tux that he wore, Clark could tell that the older gentleman worked out from the way his muscles bulged.

“I’m sorry,” Clark said a bit sheepishly. “Do I know you?”

The older man laughed softly and shook his head. “Forgive me bad manners,” His deep voice rumbled. It was a voice that was used to be soothing and comforting. Despite not know who he was, part of Clark felt like he could trust this stranger before him. “I am Professor Hugo Strange,” the older gentleman said with a smile as he extended his hand.

Clark took it and was a little startled by the firm grip and warmth of the hand he gripped in welcome. The reporter put a smile on his face. “It is nice to meet you, Professor Strange.”

“I have been looking forward to meeting you for a long time now,” Strange said with a smile. “Your articles with the Daily Planet are very well written.”

“Thank you,” Clark said with a slight blush. It was rare that someone complimented him on his work. With the shining star of Lois Lane, he was often forgotten in the background. Perry White usually gave her the best assignment and he got whatever scraps that were left behind. Normally he was okay with this as it allowed him to perform heroic acts as Superman.

As they released the handshake, Clark could not help but to feel the warmth of their touching pulse through his hand. The heat seemed to move through the rest of his body making him feel relaxed for the first time in a long time. The dancing lights of the party and the soft music combined with the heat made him let go all the tension that he had been holding in as he expected an attack.

“Do you have time to talk, Mr. Kent?” Professor Strange asked as his deep voice seemed to resound within the relaxed reporter. “Talk at these parties are often boring and I would love to talk with someone new.

Clark was about to politely decline, but then he looked into the soft grey eyes of the Professor and changed his mind. The relaxed feeling that he was experiencing was a welcome sensation and he wanted to hold on to it as long as possible.

They made their way through the crowded ballroom in silence as Clark found it hard to focus on anything but the relaxed aura that seemed to surround his entire body. Hugo Strange led him to one of the balconies outside the ballroom that overlooked the sprawling city of Metropolis. The few people that were on the balcony were just heading back to the party as the two men stepped outside.

Clark felt the cool breeze of the night brush against him as he looked around the city that he championed. Relaxing moments like this was rare and he quietly drank in the beauty of Metropolis. It was moments like that that made his sacrifice as Superman worth it every time.

“How do you feel, Mr. Kent?” Professor Strange asked with a slight smile on his face.

“Great!,” Clark said softly without even thinking. There was something about the professor that made him want to confide all of his worries and troubles to him. He looked at the quiet man next to him in wonder. “Are you always good at making people feel this relaxed?” He asked.

“I am a psychiatrist and I help people with their problems all the time. I supposed that after so many years that I do it without even thinking. I am sure you do the same when you are not on the job when it comes to reporting.”

Clark could not help but to nod in agreement as he smiled at the man he only met moments ago. The breeze continued to caress his face as he adjusted his glasses. “Wait,” He said as he finally recognized the name. “You are THE Hugo Strange, the famous psychiatrist? I heard that you worked wonders with the super criminals at Arkham Asylum. What are you doing in Metropolis?”

Hugo Strange smiled as Clark found himself lost in his eyes. “I have been asked to handle a sensitive case right here in Metropolis. I can not say much more than that since patient confidentiality is a serious thing in my profession.”

Understanding the reason, his new acquaintance could not divulge more information, Clark turned back and watch the nightlife of Metropolis.

“I have only been here in town for a day or so and my reputation allowed me to get an invitation to the Election party. Since you are the most interesting person here, I was wondering if you would like to come to my penthouse after the party to talk. I would like to get to know you better.”

Clark looked back into those soft and understanding grey eyes and realized he knew what it was like to be in a new city without knowing anyone. He felt sympathy for the older man as he nodded in agreement. “I would like that very much.”

Hugo was about to reply when the entire building started to shake. Both men turned back to the ballroom where half the wall exploded sending debris and people flying all over the room. The Professor ran back into the room to see what was going on not even realizing that Clark had vanished.

Superman flew through the window of the ballroom within seconds just in time to see Metallo stepping into the panicked party. The metallic monster laughed as he effortless picked up a table and threw it towards the screaming people.

“I hope I’m not too late for the party!” He shouted with glee as people ran away from him screaming.

The Man of Steel flew to the middle of the dance floor and landed with his hands on his waist in his most heroic pose. The people around him stopped panicking and cheered as their champion came to their rescue. “I’m afraid I am going to have to see your invitation,” Superman said as power emanated from his body.

Dressed in his famous red and blue costume, his massive muscles seemed to flex with no effort of the most powerful hero in the world. Superman stood for truth and justice and had fought and defeated Metallo many times.

The robotic creature laughed as he reached for the metallic plate on his chest. Superman quickly shot a ray of his heat vision to meld the plate to the rest of his foe’s body. Metallo was powered by kryptonite, the one substance that could weaken and kill the otherwise indestructible hero.

Metallo screamed as his only edge against the Man of Steel was taken away from him. Enraged by being denied exposing the hero to his only weakness, he charged in his fury to beat the hero down.

Superman lifted himself up in the air and flew straight into Metallo crashing into him with all the force he could muster as they both flew out of the hotel ballroom into the city streets below. As they flew through the air, the villain rained down his fists trying to weaken the hero who held him with a crushing grip.

Both hero and villain crashed into the street as cars came to a screeching halt to avoid the brawling super beings. People screamed as they rushed to avoid being pulled into the fight while others at a safer distance took out their phones to record or to take picture of the fight.

Superman grunted as he started to feel the blows against his muscles as he countered with blows of his own. Even without the exposure to kryptonite, Metallo could stand toe to toe with him for a time.

“I’m gonna turn you into a pretzel!,” the villain snarled as he landed a punch into the gut of his foe causing him to double over.

Superman grimaced thinking that Metallo was somehow more powerful than usual. He used his super breath to blow the villain back a safer distance so that he could get a small break from the bombarding attacks. He switched from his normal super breath to his icy breath and watched as Metallo crystallized into a block of ice. Once the villain was immobilized, the hero looked around to make sure that all the citizens were at a safe distance.

Within seconds, Superman started to hear the cracking of ice as Metallo started to break from his icy prison. The Man of Steel gathered his strength and flew straight into the villain as he finally got free. He grabbed the villainous monster with one hand and lifted him in the air, then with all of his might he sent an uppercut across the metallic face of his foe. A loud snap filled the area as Metallo’s head flew across the street as Superman held his twitching body of his foe.

The head landed and turned and glared at Superman. “Your days are numbers Stupidman!,” Metallo snarled. “I’m just the distraction!”

The hero dropped the rest of the villain’s body and ignored him as the police drove onto the scene. As the officers placed Metallo under arrest, Superman flew back to the ballroom to make sure that there was nothing there that needed his attention.

That ballroom was in shambles from the brief entrance of Metallo. The guests huddled in small groups and cheered when Superman came back in through the damaged wall. Superman smiled and waved as Scot Stevens and Lex Luthor rushed to greet the triumphant hero.

“Thank you for coming to our rescue, Superman!” Scot Stevens said with his best politician smile plastered on his face. “I look forward to working with you to help make our city safe.”

Superman shook the future Mayor’s hand as cameras snapped their pictures. “I will do everything I can to ensure the safety of Metropolis.”

Lex smiled as he also shook Superman’s hand. The Man of Steel was surprised on how civilized his nemesis was. Even in public, Luthor held contempt at him for being a meddling alien. Superman wondered what Lex was playing at as he smiled for the cameras and reporters. He would investigate this mystery tomorrow. For now Metropolis was safe.

Hugo Strange watched from the background as the three leaders of Metropolis answered the reporters questions. His eyes were mostly on Superman. The hero was worthy of his attention and he looked forward to the challenge before him. ‘I will see you tonight, Mr. Kent. Or should I say Superman?” He said softly as he chuckled.

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Slaveboy Micah is given duties to care for the many tortured men in King Nabal’s dungeon while Samson is prepared for his next session with Nabal and a mystery visitor.
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Samson Part 4 – Duties in the Dungeon
by SuperHuman
Series: Samson

Micah strained to lift his head. Considering his position, it was no easy feat. He stood naked & bent over with his aching legs spread wide, feet shackled to hooks in the cold stone dungeon floor. His hands were tied behind his back with rough twine and pulled up away from his body by a chain that hung from the ceiling. His plump balls were weighted down by a heavy metal ring that the Dungeon Master had thoroughly enjoyed slowly pushing over each of the boy’s tender testicles with his thick dirty fingers. His cock was still hard despite evidence of a recent load still dripping from it onto the dungeon floor.

He looked across the room to the round naked man who stood in the corner staring deeply back at the boy who’s good looks and submissive demeanor had quickly won him over. He smoked a self-rolled cigarette with one hand while the other continued to stroke that incredibly thick cock that Micah had come to know well in the past few days. Like the boy, the Dungeon Master’s cock was still dripping and Micah knew that the rest of his captor’s massive load was still deep inside his own beaten & stretched asshole.

The Dungeon Master approached him and Micah drew a deep breath fully expecting that once again that wide cock would be shoved down his throat and he’d be forced to breathe in the musky smell of the Dungeon Master’s sweaty balls. But instead he grabbed his captive’s head and pulled his boyish face close to his own weathered & bearded face shoving his tongue into Micah’s mouth.

“Youz beautiful boy!” he said with a wide smile as he reached down and played with the lad’s weighted down balls. “Youz bring me such pleasure in these days. I give youz special privileges.”

He made a circle around his captive gently trailing his hand over the boy’s smooth skin. “Youz have more freedom to move in the dungeon. And youz no longer sleep in chains. I make youz my assistant and youz have daily duties to care for other men.” He cupped Micah’s ass in his hand and Micah groaned as the Dungeon Master inserted an exploratory finger into the boy’s wet hole. “Of course, we still enjoy our sessions together.”

The Dungeon Master released Micah from his bondage allowing him a few minutes to regain the use of all of his muscles and stand up straight then dressed and holding one arm escorted the naked young Micah on a tour of the dungeon.

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They entered the doorway of the first cell and Micah trembled at the sight of the nude prisoner bound face up on a wooden table at the center of the dimly-light room. His eyes scanned the man’s naked body starting from his hands which were securely shackled to the head of the table moving down across to his handsome but agonized face. His eyes continued to move over the prisoner’s lean torso covered in a thin pelt of hair that circled his pegged nipples to his large hard cock that was suspended by a chain pointing to the ceiling. Micah studied his well muscled hairy legs down to his bare feet which stuck out over the edge of the table and hung above the only source of light in the room – a basket of burning wood with flames licked the prisoner’s blackened but still clearly sensitive soles.

“The King’s, uh the late King’s, former messenger.” spoke the Dungeon Master as he added more wood to the fire. “Fastest feet in the Kingdom.” The Dungeon Master leaned in close to the whimpering man’s face. “Youz won’t be running anywhere soon!” he said with a chuckle while slowly stroking the prisoner’s cock.

The Dungeon Master instructed Micah on his duties for the prisoner. He was to visit the man twice to a day to stoke the fire, apply the High Priest’s healing ointment to his tortured feet and bath the captive once a week.

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The dungeon tour continued as the duo made their way into the adjacent cell which housed a pair of strikingly identical twins who hung from the ceiling each facing the other like a mirror image with their barefeet just off the ground. The handsome faces of the brown-haired boys with light colored eyes expressed the strain of their unique predicament. Micah admired their youthful but powerful smooth bodies perfectly displayed by the bondage from their well-developed arms & shoulders to their perfectly molded smooth pecs decorated with brown erect nipples and hedged by profusely hairy pits to their round muscular bare-buttocks and hard cocks with large balls that were wound with rope and attached to each others’; head to head, shaft to shaft, balls to balls.

“The sons of Gilan?” asked Micah recognizing them immediately. Unable to resist the temptation, he reached out and gently moved the palm of his hand down one of the twin’s sweat-soaked back starting from his round shoulder and stopping at the curving small of his back.

“Yes, my boy.” replied the Dungeon Master, smiling his approval at the boy’s interest.

“I’ve heard stories of these men. They were King Abimelech’s bravest and most loyal guards.”

“Made the mistake to question the new King’s claim to the throne!” said the Dungeon Master as he swiftly slapped the other twin’s bare ass with a firm open hand provoking the yelping boy to jerk forward and setting off a chain reaction that caused the twins to swing back and forth creating an inescapable friction between them. They moaned as their engorged cocks rubbed together until with a cry they simultaneously came spurting out load after load of their creamy white jizz. Laughing uproariously, the Dungeon Master made a fist around their slick cocks pumping up and down causing the tortured twins to scream out in agony.

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Cell by cell the pair made their way through the dungeon complex and the Dungeon Master gave instructions on how to care for each of the tortured men who represented a who’s who of the late King’s inner circle.

Finally they came upon Samson’s cell which was located at the end of the corridor next to a set stairs that led down to an additional level. They entered his cell to find Samson standing naked in the middle of the room, his hands chained above his head with the thickest of shackles and his massive legs spread shoulder width apart with a heavy metal bar attached at his ankles. The defeated hero’s back was still covered in welts from his session with King Nabal days earlier but his massive cock still stood at attention.

“Ah, the King’s special prize.” said the the Dungeon Master as he made a circle around the chained hero. “Arrived same day as youz, my boy.” He lifted Samson’s down-turned head and looked him in the eye. “Nabal be wanting another session with youz soon, manslave.”

The Dungeon Master gave Micah his instructions for the care of Samson. Everyday he was to visit his cell and apply the High Priest’s healing ointment to any wounds on Samson’s body. He was also to shave any hair that may grow on Samson’s body or head. Micah stared at the defeated hero and couldn’t help but feel the growing of his cock at the thought of touching him.

“Sir, what about the cell downstairs?” asked Micah. “I have seen King Nabal make his way down the stairs and heard the screaming of a man louder than any other man here.”

“Never go down there, boy! Only the King, the High Priest and I go below.”

“Yes s-” Micah attempted to reply but was interrupted by a sweating shirtless Nabal who had just made his way up the stairs from the level below.

“Tartan! What is this boy doing in Samson’s cell?”

“My Lord! Just giving the slave duties in dungeon so I may focus more on torturing the prisoners!”

“Very well.” he replied as he reached out and took hold of Samson’s engorged cock. “Prepare Samson for our next session. We have a special visitor.”

“Yes, my Lord.” replied the Dungeon Master. He turned to Micah. “Youz heard the King, boy! Go and prepare the rack!”

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