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Seth discovers an organization who may be able to help him realize his dream of death by crucifixion.

The Crucifixion of Seth Logan – Chapter 2: The Farm
by UKBastinado
Series: The Crucifixion of Seth […]

Introducing a new series from UKBastinado. Seth Logan dreams of suffering through an execution by crucifixion and decides to seek it out. UKBastinado writes with a brutal unflinching style and this series is […]

Batman falls into Poison Ivy’s trap and joins Robin and Sergeant Harvey Bullock in a kinky bondage three-way.
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Revenge by Poison – Part 2
by Mark Wisdesad
Series: Revenge by Poison

Sergeant Harvey Bullock had lost count of the hours he had been so cruelly and uncomfortably tied up in that small chair. Sweat flowed freely all over his immense hairy body. Robin lay naked on his back on the bed, his huge rock hard cock pointed at the ceiling. He snored softly. Harvey gazed at the young man’s massive thighs and pecs and his cock wagged helplessly between his tree trunk thighs. A pair of hands came over his wide muscular shoulders and rested on his own colossal chest. Poison Ivy ran her tongue over the bound beast’s ear lobe and whispered, “Sergeant Harvey Bullock, I find you the hottest sexiest man in the whole of Gotham city!” She brought her face close to Harvey and took a deep breath. “Groan! You smell of testosterone and sweat! The smell of a horny lustful animal!” Harvey jerked his huge body when she flicked her fingers against the nipple clamps.

Without any warning, she yanked the clamps off. The bound Sergeant bit his lips as bolts of pure agony shot out of his nipples. She gently rubbed the swollen nipples. “Batman will be here shortly.” she said and asked, “What would you like to do with him?”

“I’d want him to gimme a splendid blowjob!” Harvey growled.

“Your wish will be granted..” she chuckled.

“Now be a good gal and untie me.” the sergeant said,adding, “My hands feel so heavy and swollen. I’m sure they’ve lost all feeling..”

“Let’s see…” cooed Poison Ivy. Harvey felt her huge boobs in his hands behind him. He kneaded them and rolled her nipples. “Ah ha! There’s nothing wrong with your hands! You’ll stay tied up, Sergeant Harvey Bullock, till I say so!” She slapped his hard cock and stepped out of the room. Harvey’s eyes closed and his head rested on his chest……

Using her mental powers, she sent a message to Batman. Batman was stroking his gigantic hard on as he watched a bondage flick. It featured a monstrous, naked muscle mammoth hogtied, and gagged in bed while his captor stroked his large cock and edged him mercilessly. Suddenly he heard Robin crying out for help. Robin also spluttered the address where he was being held captive. “I’m coming!” Batman yelled and climbing into his Batmobile, vrooomed to the address.

He opened the door and stepped in. A candle on a table was the sole light in the room. He made out a figure in the center of the room. Before he could speak, his nostrils were filled with a strange fragrance and he felt a bit light headed. Bright lights came on and he saw Poison Ivy smiling at him! “You?! Where’s Robin?!” he snapped.

“He’s safe, Batman.” she relied calmly, “And he’s been waiting for you.” She stepped up to him and ran her fingertip across his lips. He felt utterly helpless in her presence. His cock hardened as his eyes roamed over her huge boobs. And also at the prospect of seeing his sexy Robin. “Let’s get you ready for him…” she said.

Harvey didn’t know how long he’d been out for the count but when he opened eyes, he noticed some changes. The first thing he saw was that he was no longer tied up in that chair! He was on his feet and stark naked! His hands though, were still bound together above his head. And Poison Ivy had passed a vine through a hook on the ceiling and tied the ends to his wrists. Sadist that she was, his wrists had been yanked up painfully. The only way to ease his discomfort was to stand on the tips of his toes! He looked down and his jaw dropped! Batman had been strapped immobile to a table! The caped crusader’s mouth was a mere inch from Harvey’s cock! His eyes appeared glazed. Batman’s wrists had been bound under the table while his huge legs had been spread and his thighs and ankles tied to the legs of the table. Though he still wore his costume, Harvey got a glimpse of his naked double bubble butt! Fucks, Harvey mused, he’d give anything to shove his dick into that inviting ass! But, he noticed, Poison Ivy had other plans lined up for the three hunky men! She flicked her tongue across Robin’s stiff cock and whispered something in his ear. Robin stirred and sat up. His eyes blazed with lust at the sight of the helplessly bound Batman and Harvey Bullock!

Picking up a paddle lying on the bed, he got up and circled the two men. Standing behind Harvey, he ran his hand over the sergeant’s broad back and his large ass. Robin looked down and saw Harvey’s calves bunched up like cannonballs as he had to stand on his toes. “Nice….nice..” Harvey heard Robin’s soft voice. He grunted as the paddle lightly tapped his calf muscles and a hand caressed his ample rump. Without warning, the paddle fell hard on his butt cheeks. Again and again. Harvey bellowed, “Cut me free you pretty boy! And see what I do to you and this Batman of yours!”

Robin chuckled as he replied, “Sorry Sergeant Harvey Bullock, I’m not about to free you.” he added, “You’re way too brutish. And wouldn’t you love Batman sucking your monster, eh?” The paddle kept up a tattoo on Harvey’s rock hard monstrous cock while a hand mashed his dense pecs and rolled his swollen stiff nipples. Harvey groaned with pleasure and Robin taunted him, “See, you’re enjoying this because you’re tied up. Just look at your cock, Harvey! So why should I free you, eh?” Robin laughed and licked the bound beefy man’s huge brawny arms.

“I think it’s time to start our entertainment…” Robin muttered and walked to Batman and stood behind his huge muscly bubble butt. Poison Ivy had turned invisible to the three men. She looked at Batman and whispered, “Wake up, Batman…” The bound caped hero opened his eyes and immediately became aware of his predicament. He struggled futilely and suddenly saw Harvey’s huge twitching cock an inch from his mouth. He moaned with desire and stroked it with his tongue. Harvey Bullock moved forward an inch though it was agony on his shoulders as his wrists were pulled up. His calf muscles too ached but he ignored all this as he wanted his shaft in Batman’s mouth. Behind Batman, Robin swung the paddle repeatedly and Batman growled as it fell on his huge muscle rump! His huge stiff cock tapped against the underside of the table. His rump had turned bright red and he growled with pain as Robin mashed them with his hands. The paddle next lashed Batman’s spread, humongous musclebound thighs. There was nothing he could do but endure the torture.

Batman hungered for Harvey Bullock’s throbbing red shaft and he closed his mouth around it. Harvey moaned and thrust his hips as much as his bonds let him. “Yeah…suck it, Batman!” he murmured. Robin placed the tip of his rigid cock at Batman’s inviting entrance and rammed it in with a grunt. Batman groaned even as his tongue ran over the cock that now filled his mouth. Poison Ivy, invisible to the three men, smiled and slipped under the table. She grinned as she eyed the forest of sturdy, musclebound legs. Harvey jerked his body as a pair of unseen hands ran over his legs and teased his aching calf muscles. Next it was the turn of Robin to moan as fingertips flitted like a butterfly all over his legs. He thrust his cock deeper into Batman.

Poison Ivy felt a twinge of pity for Batman. Almost. He sucked Harvey’s gigantic cock even while he was being rammed mercilessly from behind by his pretty boy Robin! Batman’s unattended rock hard cock tapped the underside of the table. She ran her tongue lazily around his red angry swollen mushroom head. Batman moaned in lust even as he kept sucking on the huge cock of the sergeant. Sweat poured down in rivulets from the bodies of the three sex crazed men. Robin’s cock was buried up to its hilt and he drew it in and out slowly. Batman’s mouth, equally slowly, tormented the maddened sergeant’s battering ram. Harvey grunted and thrust his hips forward in an effort to speed up what Batman was doing. But the caped hero could not be hurried! Batman’s own shaft was being given the slow treatment by the devious bitch.

Finally, after seemed an eternity, Poison Ivy decided that her captives had been maddened to the very edge of sanity. The three men, two of them bound helplessly, while the third was free, froze. She came out from under the table and gazed upon the tableau of three immobile men. She ran her fingertips along Robin’s butt cleavage. It triggered an immediate reaction. Robin growled, as did Harvey Bullock. Batman let out a long bellow as the three cocks erupted and shot cum. Robin slumped over the hopelessly bound Batman while Harvey Bullock sagged and stood on his feet, totally ignoring the screaming agony in his shoulders as his wrists were pulled up.

Poison Ivy smiled and the three men once again smelled the strange fragrance in the room. The three huge men had had enough torture for the day, she decided. Her next target was the massive paunchy arrogant Police Commissioner of Gotham City. He had shamed her on many an occasion and it was payback time. She left the three men and walked out of the room.

The three men woke up and discovered that they were stark naked and each sporting a hard on. They could move precious little as they had been left hogtied very painfully. Their hands touched the heels of their feet behind them. The three men were on the floor and on the table, they saw a bowl of fruits with a knife stuck into and apple. They groaned in frustration as the knife was left tantalizingly close, yet so difficult for them as they were on the floor of the room! Robin painfully rolled towards the table. Batman and Harvey Bullock found his struggle very sexy and their cocks couldn’t have got any bigger and harder. Each had plans if and when they freed themselves……………

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Straight jock Bryan is introduced to his new home.
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A “Straight” Bargain He Might Regret – Part 3
by Bryan Smith
Series: A Straight Bargain
Art by Rodinart

Bryan lay there contemplating what he had done and what he had agreed to. Was this bargain that he made so that he could afford school worth it or would he soon come to regret that decision? Sam came back and unstrapped Bryan from the device. He wiped over his now completely hairless body and just for a moment played with the chastity device.

“I hope this will all be worth it.” said Sam as he walked out and yelled from the hallway, “Get dressed! You’re clothes are in the closet and you have another set of instructions at home.”

Bryan got off the table and couldn’t help but admire his cock. Never in his life had he been denied an orgasm and now one of his in the span of a couple of hours his cock was no longer in his control. Bryan got up and walked over to the closet to grab his clothes.

“What the f___. Hey! These aren’t my clothes!!” he yelled.

“They are now!” Sam yelled back “Put them on or walk out naked. I don’t care either way.”

Bryan was too tired to argue. He grabbed the clothes: A white jock strap that was snug enough to really make his cock stand out, skinny jeans that truly gave way to the bulge that he had, a white tank that hugged his muscular chest, and a pair of sandals that showed off his beautiful feet.

Bryan grimaced and walked out with Sam saying, “See ya soon.” Bryan shrugged it off and drove home. He parked his car and quickly ran to the front door to avoid being seen by any of his jock friends. They would for sure make fun of his new appearance as his hairless pits and upper body were not the least bit hidden with that tank. When he got inside, Bryan tried to run past his parents to his room to quickly change but his mother stopped him.

“Bryan, your boss stopped by and wanted you to know he took care of everything.”

Bryan looked at his mom….“Who?”

“Your boss, Bryan. He said your new place is ready and didn’t want you to have to go through the hassle of moving. He said he left you a bonus letter too. He was a really nice gentleman and said he’s going to offer you lots of opportunities. Your Dad and I are so proud of you.”

Bryan bolted to his room and opened the door. Everything was gone including all his clothes. Bryan opened every drawer including his underwear drawer where he found a letter. He opened it. . .

Bryan,

I told you there would be some changes, but remember this will help you with college. You want to go to college don’t you? I forgot to mention to you that we provide housing where you work. I packed up all your stuff while you were out and took it to your new place. The address is at the bottom of this letter. Make sure you are there by 7pm.

Enjoy your time with your parents. I told them you will be very busy soon. I also told them about how much we are invested in you. They were very excited. If they ask any questions, be careful not say anything bad about me or the business. Remember what YOU did today with your own free will. Check your phone. See you tonight.

The Scout “Tom”

Bryan checked is phone and he had a new message from a new number. He opened it up and saw a picture of him spread on the massage table, legs hoisted up like he was giving birth and him being fucked by the butt machine with cum all over his chest and stomach. It read, “See you soon.”

Bryan walked downstairs. His Mom asked “Is everything alright? Why are you wearing those clothes, Bryan?”

“Everything is fine. I am just on a tight schedule. The job is going to keep me busy. And oh I ran out of clothes that were clean that’s all.” Meanwhile Bryan did all he could to keep his arms down and to avoid being too close. He didn’t want them noticing the hair that was gone off his arms and pits at least.

Bryan’s Mom asked about visiting but Bryan just said that he would visit home when he could. It was a live-in position and he would be doing some research that required late hours but that he would be in touch. His mom and dad were just glad he could now afford college. They enjoyed dinner together and soon said their goodbyes.

7:15PM

Bryan showed up at the address, parked and knocked on the door of a very large house. Tom opened the door and said, “You are late. That is not acceptable. What time did I tell you?”

“7pm. I am sorry I got stuck in traffic.”

“No excuses. Boy you need to be more disciplined. Get inside.” Bryan walked in and Tom said he would show him to his room. As he walked in, he noticed 4 other guys around his age all lounging in their underwear in the living room.

“Who are they?” Bryan asked.

“They are the other boys working for me. You will all live together. You each get your own room. This is where you will be staying.” Bryan walked in and saw a queen bed, a closet, and a dresser. He walked in the closet and found it empty.

“Where are my clothes?”

“They are all in the dresser” said Tom.

Bryan opened the dresser doors and saw a pair of white gym shorts, 8-10 pairs of jack straps, all different colors, and a couple of white tanks.

“These are not my clothes!”

“They are now. Dress code – In the house, you only need to be in your underwear or you can go nude. I have cameras so if you want to get paid, I suggest you comply. When you go out or on your way to work, then you have gym shorts and a tank.”

“But the jocks are in color and they will show through?”

“That’s not my problem. I suggest you get comfortable being exposed.”

Tom asked if Bryan had any questions and Bryan said no. “Then strip down.” Bryan was taken back for a second. “Now boy.” Bryan took off his clothes down to his jock strap. Tom ordered Bryan to come close to him. Bryan hesitated but walked towards him. “Closer. Closer.” Bryan was nearly touching Tom chest to chest. “Turn around.” Bryan turned around and Tom began caressing Bryan all over commenting on how beautiful he looked hairless. He then slid his fingers into the jock strap and pulled the underwear down. Bryan stood there almost motionless.

“Look at that beautiful cock all caged up.” Tom grabbed Bryan’s cock and said, “Don’t you wish you could just touch it?” Bryan replied with a soft yes. “Louder boy. You will learn to respect me.”

“Yes Sir.” responded Bryan.

Tom continued to caress Bryan’s body and told him to move to the bed. “It’s time for you to be prepped for tomorrow’s first day of work.” Bryan begged Tom not to do anything and reiterated that he was not gay. Tom ignored his pleas but did respond once saying, “You don’t have to be anything to perform a job. Now lay down on the bed and relax.”

Bryan laid down and closed his eyes awaiting for what Tom had in store for him……

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Hunter makes it through his final training session: piss play.

Captured Abroad – Part 6
by Connor Matthews
Series: Captured Abroad

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Twin brothers & child stars Dylan and Cole Sprouse are all grown up and on vacation in Italy when they are abducted & forced to endure a tickle torture session and more while stretched out on a rack in this hot story from D.R. von Todtensausen.
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Trouble for the Sprouse Twins
by D.R.von Todtenhausen

Dylan and Cole Sprouse visit Italy, and both are captured separately by a gang of thugs, neither one knowing that the other has been captured. Luigi, the leader of the group really had a thing for Dylan and wanted to have fun with him, but he also liked Cole’s looks, and being able to have both guys to torture was really turning him on.

Luigi devised a plan in which he could put both Sprouse boys to the torture and actually have Dylan ask to be tortured. Luigi had access to a complete set of torture instruments, but they were of the kind that didn’t really leave any scars or marks to mar the beauty of the victim’s bodies. The instruments were in a large room, set up very much like a torture chamber, except it had a balcony which was enclosed with glass windows and could be entered either from a hallway on the balcony level or by a staircase leading up to the balcony from the chamber. The balcony room had a good view of the room below and was equipped so that everything going on below could be heard, but no one in the chamber below could see who was in the balcony room, nor could they hear anything from the balcony. This was the ideal set-up for Luigi’s plans for his Sprouse captives. His group of friends were all looking forward to helping with the plan, because they also wanted to “play” with the Sprouse boys.

Since Dylan was Luigi’s favorite, he planned to save the best for last, so he worked out a plan that started with Cole. Both boys were tied up in separate rooms and their clothing was almost exactly what Luigi was hoping for so his plan would work well. Dylan was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and long pants with his feet in shoes and socks. Cole, on the other hand, was wearing a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, and a pair of sneakers and socks. This was ideal for Luigi’s devious plan.

Cole was brought into the torture chamber and placed on a rack in the center of the room, all the while protesting and asking what was going on. His arms were fastened above his head to the large winch, but before fastening his ankles to the rack, the “assistants/torturers” removed Cole’s shoes and socks. Then his ankles were secured in place at the end of the rack.

Luigi began by starting to tickle Cole’s bare feet. Cole laughed and laughed, shrieking and pleading for the tickling to stop. Luigi was having too much fun to stop, so he continued to tickle Cole’s feet until Cole could hardly breathe. Finally he stopped the tickling and started to set up the next phase of his plan. Luigi had his helpers put Cole’s shoes back on his feet but they got rid of Cole’s socks and did not put them back on.

When Cole’s shoes were back on his feet, the rack started to be tightened and Cole was soon stretching and completely raised off the table. The tighter the rack got, the more Cole groaned and begged for the stretching to stop. Finally it got to the point where Cole started to scream from the pain. This was the point that Luigi had been waiting for. He loosened and tightened the rack several times, and jerked the tension to really make Cole scream. When he figured out just where the rack had to be so that Cole would scream with the slightest increase in tension, Dylan was brought into the glass-enclosed viewing room on the balcony. The room was wired so that the screams of the victim could be heard in the viewing room, but sounds from the viewing room could not be heard in the torture room below.

Just as Dylan was brought in, the rack was pulled tighter making Cole scream loudly. Dylan heard the scream and looked down to where he saw Cole being tortured and heard his continuing agonizing screams. Dylan asked: “Why am I here and why are you doing that to Cole?” “Let us both go and stop torturing him!”

Luigi had his answer planned carefully. He said: “We received orders that we were to capture the two of you and torture one while the other was made to watch the torture.” As he said this, the tormentors knew from Luigi’s plans that they were to keep tightening the rack on Cole. Tighter and tighter the rack pulled on Cole’s arms and legs, and Cole began to scream and shriek with the pain even louder.

At this point Dylan asked: “Why did you decide to torture Cole and make me watch?”

Luigi answered with a lie saying: “No reason, we just decided to torture him and let you watch.”

As Cole continued to scream and scream, Dylan couldn’t stand it anymore and said: “Since you were supposed to torture one of us while the other watched, just stop torturing Cole and torture me instead?”

Luigi answered: “Well, that would require extra effort and work on our part, since we have already started on Cole.”

Cole cried out again in pain and screamed and screamed.

“Stop! Stop!” cried Dylan. “I can’t stand it anymore.” “Just let Cole go and torture me instead.”

Luigi said: “Well, that is possible, but what will you give us in return for all the extra work we have to do to make the change?”

Cole screamed again and Dylan answered: “Anything, anything! I’ll give you anything you want, just stop torturing Cole!”

Luigi said: “We might just do that, but since we have already started torturing Cole, you will have to agree that, as payment for our extra work, you will also have to take the full session of torture, even though we have already done some of the time on Cole.”

As Cole continued to scream, Dylan agreed saying: “Yes, yes, I’ll take all the torture, just stop torturing Cole!”

Luigi picked up a microphone and told the torturers to stop stretching Cole and to release the tension. As soon as the tension was released, Cole flopped down on the table of the rack and just lay there exhausted. At Luigi’s command the torturers began to loosen the bonds and release Cole from the rack. They were in on the plan and knew just what to do next, so they led Cole out of the room and closed the door. What Dylan didn’t know was that they merely took Cole down the hall to another torture area with another rack and immediately stripped Cole naked and placed him on this new rack. Cole had no idea that Dylan was also a captive and had seen what was being done to him. Cole struggled and protested at having all of his cloths removed, but when he was placed onto the rack he cried out: “No! No! Not again! I can’t stand it anymore.”

The torturers immediately began to tickle the soles and toes of Cole’s bare feet, and Cole laughed and shrieked again, begging them to stop tickling him. “Stop! Stop! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!” Cole cried. “Why are you doing this to me? Hee, hee, ha, ha, ha!”

The torturers continued to tickle Cole’s bare feet until he almost passed out from lack of breath. Then they began to tighten the rack and stretch Cole some more. Cole screamed and screamed until he finally fainted.

In the meantime, after Cole was taken out of the first torture room, Dylan was led down the stairs from the viewing room and into the torture room that Cole had just left. He was led over to the rack and told to lie down on it. He resisted, but the rest of Luigi’s helpers began to take off Dylan’s shirt.

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked Dylan. “Why are you taking off my shirt?”

“We have to fasten you on the rack.” Luigi answered.

“But you didn’t take off Cole’s shirt” Dylan said. “Why are you taking off mine?”

Luigi answered: “Because Cole had on short sleeves that didn’t get in the way of fastening your wrists to the rack.”

By this time Dylan was bare to the waist and he was being forced down on the rack and his arms were pulled up over his head. His wrists were fastened in place to the winch and the torturers then went to his feet and took off his shoes.

“Hey! What are you doing?” he asked. “Why are you taking off my shoes? Cole had his shoes on.”

Luigi answered: “Because we need to fasten your ankles and you are wearing long pants and socks which get in the way.”

“Oh no!” Dylan cried. “You’re not going to take off my socks, too?”

By this time Dylan was barefoot.

“Oh, we’re taking off more than that.” Said Luigi as the torturers started pulling off Dylan’s pants and underpants so Dylan was completely naked.

“Stop!” Dylan cried. “Give me my clothes! Why have you taken off all my clothes? Cole had his clothes on.”

“But Cole had short sleeves and short pants and wasn’t wearing socks,” said Luigi. “We needed to get your clothes out of the way to fasten you to the rack.”

By this time the torturers had Dylan completely fastened to the rack. All of them, including Luigi, were drooling at the sight they were seeing.

Immediately Luigi walked up to Dylan’s beautiful bare feet and started tickling them. Dylan went crazy, jerking and trying to pull his feet away as he laughed hysterically.

“Ha, ha, ha, stop! Stop! Why are you tickling my feet? Ha, ha haaaaa!” Dylan shrieked.

“Oh, this is part of the extra torture you agreed to take as payment for our extra efforts, and these feet are so soft and beautiful.” Luigi answered.

“No! No! Stop!” Yelled Dylan between bursts of hysterical laughter. “Stop! Stop tickling my feet! Ha, ha, ha, ha!”

Dylan was loose enough on the rack that as he squirmed trying in vain to keep his tender soles away from Luigi’s tickling fingers, his dick flopped around with all the wriggling. Luigi then went for Dylan’s toes and tickled under and between them causing Dylan to shriek with laughter and beg for the tickling to stop. Finally Luigi did stop the tickling and let Dylan catch his breath.

Then the torturers began to tighten the rack. Dylan knew that he had bargained with Luigi so that he would be tortured instead of Cole, but he had no idea his feet would be tickled along with the rack. As the rack tightened, Dylan began to groan as his body lifted off the table and the tension was pulling on his shoulders and hips. Tighter and tighter the rack stretched and Dylan began screaming in agony. Each slight movement of the winch and Dylan was in complete agony and screaming louder and louder. Finally he passed out from the pain.

Luigi and his henchmen left Dylan on the rack and went down the hall to the other chamber where Luigi began to tickle Cole’s feet again. He watched as Cole was stretched once again and heard the loud screams issuing from Cole’s throat. Finally Cole fainted, too.

Cole was then removed from the rack and carried to the room where Dylan was just coming out of his faint. Dylan saw Cole being carried in and asked: “What have you done to him?” Luigi didn’t answer but had Cole placed on the floor next to the rack about midway and a rope was then lowered from a pulley in the ceiling. The rope was fastened around the still unconscious Cole’s ankles with his arms strapped behind his back. Then the rope was pulled so that Coles bare feet left the floor. Soon Cole’s naked body was hanging by his heels from the ceiling. Dylan saw Cole being pulled up and asked what they were going to do to Cole. Luigi told him that they were now going to have some more fun. At this point Luigi and his henchmen began to tickle and play with Dylan’s cock and balls. Immediately Dylan became hard and Luigi began to stroke Dylan’s hard cock and brought the now moaning Dylan almost to the point of shooting his load. Then he ordered the assistants to throw some water on Cole’s face to bring him out of his faint. When Cole came to, he looked around at the upside-down world around him and saw Dylan naked on the rack. He asked Dylan and the others what was going on and what they were going to do. At this point, Luigi nodded and his assistants knew just what to do. They pushed the rack over so that Cole’s head was hanging directly above Dylan’s stiff cock. They immediately attached a set of wires to Cole’s limp dick and balls as they hung downward on Cole’s stomach.

While Dylan was still being teased and coming close to exploding, Cole was lowered a bit and told he was to suck Dylan’s cock, which was now sticking up right in Cole’s face. Cole answered that there was no way he was going to do that. “We’ll see,” said Luigi and immediately the rack was tightened some bringing a scream of pain from Dylan. At the same time a jolt of electricity was sent through Cole’s dick and balls, causing him to scream in pain and jerk his body as much as he could while hanging upside-down from the ceiling. Again and again shocks were sent through Cole’s genitals while Dylan was screaming in pain on the rack. Finally, while both boys were screaming in utter anguish, Dylan yelled: “Do it, Cole! Do it! Just suck my dick so that they stop torturing us both!”

Finally Cole couldn’t stand the pain any longer and he slipped his warm, moist mouth over Dylan’s cock and started to suck. Immediately the tension on the rack was loosened and Dylan stopped screaming and started to moan until he came in Cole’s mouth.

Luigi ordered Dylan removed from the rack and had him placed on his back on the floor. Then, a rope with a noose on the end was lowered from another pulley on the ceiling and the noose was placed around Dylan’s ankles. The rope was pulled until Dylan’s bare feet were about waist high off the floor. Meanwhile Cole was lowered so his back was on the floor too, and he was right beside Cole, both boys with their bare feet soles beautifully on view. Luigi began to tickle both sets of lovely bare feet and the boys went wild with laughter. After tickling and tickling, Luigi pulled out a length of wooden dowel, and started to whip the soles of Dylan’s and Cole’s feet with it. At each stroke the boys screamed and jerked, twisting and writhing on the floor. Whap, whap, the rod hit their tender bare soles, bringing on more screams and twisting and jerking of their naked bodies. Finally Luigi’s arm got tired of whipping the boy’s feet and he ordered the men to take the boys to the cell. Luigi told his assistants that the boys had had enough for that day, but they would certainly be kept for further entertainment at another time!

D.R.von Todtenhausen

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The Doom of Sergeant Lance Thiele – Part 2
By Otherside
Series: The Doom of Sergeant Lance Thiele

Sgt. Lance Thiele was bound naked in the middle of an old dim warehouse. Both of his arms were secured in chains connected to the ceiling. His feet were also securely bound with chains connected to the floor. The pain in his private part and armpits due to waxing was gradually losing in his senses. He heard some approaching footsteps. He saw three silhouettes walking toward his direction. It was Eros along with two other men seems like his co-member in the rebel group.

“Let me introduce you to my students,” Eros initially said as he stepped in front of the captive. Eros pointed to the one wearing a red shirt. “This is Henry.” Eros pointed the other man wearing a black jacket as well. “And this is Kyle.”

Lance just stared bitterly at them. Henry and Kyle giggled to each other upon seeing the naked hostage in front of them. Lance’s darkly tanned body was glistening in sweat. The muscles in his biceps, chest and abs were carved like a sculpture.

Eros walked around the helpless sergeant and talked as if he is a professor teaching his students. “Listen to me, my students. Our subject for today is Science 101.” He grabbed Lance’s penis and held it upward and continued, “And our topic for today is about Male Reproductive System.”

Henry and Kyle laughed at what Eros did. Lance’s face flashed red once more.

Eros continued his pretense as a professor. “Let’s start our lecture.” Eros held Lance’s penis upward to reveal the pair of big balls hanging between his thighs. “This pair of ball like things are what we call the testicles. These organs produce sperm cells needed to reproduce and impregnate a woman.”

Henry raised his hand as if a student asking a question. “Can I take a look sir?” he asked.

“Sure,” Eros answered. Henry stepped closer and looked at the sergeant’s nuts with a big teasing grin. “Touch it and examine it,” Eros told his student and so Henry did. He touched and felt Lance’s balls in his hands. He squeezed it gently causing the sergeant to jerk.

“Be careful, it’s sensitive,” Eros said teasingly.

“They’re big,” Henry said as he looked to the sergeant’s face. Henry smirked at Lance trying to tease and humiliate him. He then slapped the left ball which is the one dangling lower.

“Aaahh!!!” Lance screamed.

The three rebel laughed upon hearing the sergeant scream. “I thought you’re the tough guy?” Kyle teased him. “Tough guy that screams because his balls were slapped! Hahahaha!” Kyle then slapped the right ball of the sergeant.

“Agh!” Lance moaned in pain.

“I want to demonstrate something. Kyle can you get the table we had prepared earlier out there?” Eros instructed.

Kyle did what his ‘professor’ told him, he pushed the wheeled table toward them. The table was covered with a white cloth.

“Testicles usually hang outside the male’s body to keep the temperature favorable for the production of sperms. But look at this…” Eros removed the cloth covering the table. An icepack, a thermos and a bowl sat on the table. He took the icepack and pressed it against the sergeant’s scrotum.

“Whoa! It’s cold!” Lance blurted out as the cold coursed through his balls. His testicles began to contract causing it to retract closer to his body.

Eros removed the icepack after five minutes and saw what he wanted to see, Lance’s balls shrinked. “See. His testicles shrank as it was exposed to cold. This is because the testicles need warmer temperature to produce sperm,” Eros told them as if he was delivering a lecture. Eros took the bowl and poured some warm water into it from the thermos. He then submerged the sergeant’s balls on the warm water in the bowl.

“Aaahh!!! It’s hot!” Lance screamed. Eros removed the bowl. Lance’s balls were wet and dripping. Lance testicles reacted instantly to the heat, they hang loosely between his thighs.

“I want to try it too!” Henry took the icepack and put it again on the sergeant’s scrotum.

“Whoa!” Lance moaned. His testicles contracted again and shrank.

“My turn.” Kyle took the bowl with warm water and submerged Lance’s testicles in it.

“Aaahh!” Lance screamed as he felt the heat on his scrotum causing his balls to hang loosely again. Kyle removed the bowl. Henry put the icepack again causing the testicles to shrank again. Kyle submerged it again in the bowl of warm water. Henry put on icepack again and Kyle submerged it on warm water again. They watched and laughed as the sergeant’s testicles shrank and loose and shrank and loose repeatedly.

“Please stop! My testicles!!” Lance finally cried out to them.

“Stop now my students. I think his balls are already tired,” Eros chuckled. Eros reached for Lance’s head and pulled his hair. “Now will you tell me the password?”

“No!” Lance insisted.

“I guess me and my boys should teach you some more lessons.” Eros approached Kyle and whispered in his ear. Kyle just nodded and left them but he soon returned with a whip in his hands. Eros took the whip. “Now let’s see sergeant!”

Eros hit Lance’s bare back with the whip.

“Aaahh!!!” Lance screamed as the whip touched his skin causing pain.

“The password?” Eros asked but Lance still insisted. Eros whipped the sergeant’s back once again. Lance screamed. Eros whipped the sergeant’s chest causing it to turn into bright red. Eros repeatedly whipped the sergeant’s back, chest and abdomen in an effort to produce the secret out of him. “The password is all we want from you! Tell it now!”

“I will never betray my country and my men!” Lance shouted back.

Eros moved his whip and hit the sergeant’s genitals.

“Aaaahhhh!!! Aaahh!!!” Lance screamed out of pain.

Eros struck the sergeant’s penis using the tip of the whip.

“Aaaahhh!!!” Lance screamed once more.

Kyle reached for Lance’s balls and slapped them repeatedly.

“Aaaaahhh!!!” Lance screamed as Kyle continuously slapped his balls.

“He’s very committed to his job.” Kyle commented.

“Let’s see if his commitment can save him.” Eros retorted. “We’ll leave you for awhile sergeant but we will return and I swear we will get what we want! Kyle, stay here and make sure he would not escape.” Eros and Henry stepped out of the warehouse leaving the tormented sergeant naked in the middle of the room.

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A trusted military officer is abducted, stripped and interrogated for the password to nuclear weapons.
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The Doom of Sergeant Lance Thiele – Part 1
By Otherside
Series: The Doom of Sergeant Lance Thiele

Sgt. Lance Thiele is a well known and respected soldier of the army. He is very committed in his job and is willing to sacrifice just to perform his role as a soldier. He is dubbed as the “tough guy” because of his strength and excellence in their missions. Because of his known commitment and dignity, he was entrusted a special mission. It is the mission to secure the nuclear weapon that was hidden inside a military vault. He is the only person entrusted to know the vault’s password. He performed really well in his job that no unauthorized personnel ever got close to the vault.

As a reward, his commanders awarded him a two week vacation leave. Other soldiers had spent their holidays a month ago but Lance chose to work instead. That’s why his commanders thought it would just fair for him to be paid of his missed vacations.

Lance packed his things and started on his way. He decided to spend his vacation in his own rest house. Unknown to him a surprise was waiting for him.

Lance was shocked when he saw the whole disarray in his house. His sofa was ruined, his kitchen tools were scattered on the floor, his TV set was shattered. He alerted himself; he took a gun from his bag and loaded it. He must be ready in case someone attacked him. He searched the whole house until he felt a sting on his neck as a sedative was shot into him. The sergeant’s sight blurred and he lost consciousness.

Lance woke up in a dark room. He could not envision where he was due to the room’s darkness. He heard some footsteps and a click. The lights suddenly turned on revealing the sergeant with both of his hands tied up in the air. He was in a Y position. He still wore his khaki pants but his shirt was gone exposing his broad muscular chest. His biceps bulged as his arms were tied. His dark tanned body glistened in sweat. His six pack was perfectly carved in his muscular abdomen. No one could deny that Sgt. Lance Thiele had the looks and the body, a true living Adonis.

A man in black jacket went in. “Welcome Sgt. Lance Thiele it is my pleasure to meet you,” the man greeted him sarcastically.

“Who are you? Why am I here? What do you want?” the sergeant asked continuously in a loud voice.

“One question at a time please. Let me introduce myself. Our organization baptized me of the name “Eros”. You can call me that way too.”

“Organization? The terrorist group of Nibiru,” Lance concluded.

“You got it. I am a member of Nibiru. And I think you already know what we want.” Eros walked around him. Once at the sergeant’s back he leaned into his ear and whispered, “The password of the vault containing the nuclear weapon.”

“I pledged to keep the password secret. I will never tell it to you,” Lance insisted as his captor walked around him.

Eros grinned at him, “I knew you would say that.” Eros punched the sergeant’s handsome face then gave a blow on his hard abs. Lance received several punches on his face and on his body but he was still committed to his pledge to keep the nuclear weapon safe inside the vault.

“You really are the tough guy. Your muscular body can endure my punches.” Eros took a thin steel bar and hit the sergeant’s back with it. Lance coughed as the steel bar made an impact on his bare back. “The password!” Eros shouted at his captive.

Lance shook his head instead. “I will never tell you! I will offer you something. Release me and come with me. Help us subdue the rebellion group of Nibiru. The military can offer you protection and immunity from cases in return for your help.”

“Do you think you are the only one loyal here? I am loyal to my group the same as how you are loyal to the military. I will never betray them. So stop your nonsense offer and tell me the password!” Eros held up the steel bar and hit the sergeant’s bare chest.

“Agghh!” Lance coughed, his body dangled as the steel bar hit him.

“You are tough Sgt. Lance Thiele but let’s see if you can still endure this. No matter how hard the muscles, every man has a weakness.” Eros grinned deviously right in front of the sergeant’s face. Eros reached for the belt around the sergeant’s waist. Lance didn’t like the idea running through his mind. He struggled as his captor reached for his belt. He kicked Eros in his abdomen causing him to fall off his feet but Eros was able to remove the belt.

“I won’t let you do that again!” Eros stood up and took a chain connected to the floor. He locked up the sergeant’s right ankle with it. He did the same with the right ankle using the opposite chain connected to the floor. Lance was now in an X spread eagle position. His chest started to pound faster. His sweat was dripping all over his broad muscular chest down to his six packs.

Eros walked toward a table that sat in one corner of the room. He picked up a sharp pair of scissors lying on the table then walked back toward his captive. He used the scissors to cut the khaki pants of the poor sergeant. Lance struggled. The scissor cut through his right thigh. Blood started to stream from the wound.

“It’s your fault,” Eros said. No matter how Lance struggled, Eros was still able to cut off his pants. The only garment left from him was his plain white briefs. “Now for the best part!” Eros grinned.

“No! Please no!” Lance shouted but his captor already had his undergarment cut off. Lance’s soft unerect penis drooped as the last cloth on his body was removed. His genitals were fully exposed in front of his captor. Both of his feet were tied so he could not even move his legs to hide the precious jewels dangling between his parted thighs.

“Whoa! Huge balls!” Eros tried to tease and humiliate the sergeant. Lance’s face flashed red at the thought that he was standing in front of somebody with his genitals fully exposed. Lance just thought of the time when he bathed with his co-soldiers to remove the shame out of him.

Eros stepped closer and bent over until his face was right in front of the sergeant’s genitals to take a closer look. He cupped the sergeant’s low hanging balls with his right palm. “Your balls are so big. Your left one actually hangs lower than the other,” Eros commented with a grin.

Lance just ride at his captor’s trip and joked. “So do you like my big balls? I bet you really like it. How about your own balls? I guess you really admire my balls because mine are big unlike yours which are very small!” Lance laughed out loud at his joke. He was trying to use reverse psychology by putting the shame to his captor.

Eros freed Lance’s balls and stood up. He looked eye to eye to his captive. He grabbed the sergeant’s balls and squeezed it.

“Aaahh!” Lance cried in pain.

“You are not in the position to insult me! I have your life in my hands or shall I say I have your balls in my hands. I can castrate you whenever I wanted to!” Eros shouted at Lance’s face.

Lance’s chest pound as he hears the word ‘castrate’. He never wanted his precious nuts be removed from him.

“But don’t worry I will never do that. Let’s just have some play.” With these words, Eros released Lance’s balls and walked away. He left for awhile and when he returned he pushed a table on wheels. A jar of gooey sticky substance was placed on the table along with a spoon and some strips of plasters.

Eros wore a pair of medical gloves. He then opened the jar and scooped some of the orange substance using a spoon. “Don’t worry it’s just some beeswax,” he explained. He stepped closer to his captive and spread some of the wax on the thick bush of pubic hair above Lance’s penis. Eros took a strip of plaster and pressed it against the waxed area.

Lance realized what his captor was about to do. “No!” he screamed.

Eros pulled off the strip. A thick black bush of pubic hair was removed along with the plaster. “Aaaaahhh!!!” Lance screamed and agonized.

Eros just looked at him with a devious smirk. “So now will you tell me the password?”

“No! I will still not!” Lance insisted. He was panting and breathing heavily.

“Ok then let’s continue.” Eros scooped another spoonful of wax and placed it on the Lance’s left hairy armpit. He pressed a strip of plaster against it and pulled it off. Hairs on sergeant’s left armpit were also removed.

“Aaaahh!” lance screamed once more.

“The password? Tell me now!” Eros demanded.

Lance just shook his head. Eros prompted to do the same thing on Lance’s right armpit. Lance gave out another scream as his right armpit was also waxed. “Stop this please!” Lance desperately begged his captor.

“You can stop this by telling me the password,” Eros replied.

“No! I will not!” Lance insisted.

Eros scooped another wax and spread it on Lance’s scrotum.

“No! Not there!” Lance screamed horribly.

Eros pressed a plaster and pulled it off. Lance’s testicles jolted amidst the air as the plaster was pulled off. Pubic hairs were removed from the smooth surface of Lance’s scrotum.

“Aaaahhh!!! Aaaahhh!!!” Lance screamed as pain hit his skin.

Eros repeated the process. He applied wax on the remaining bush of pubic hair around Lance’s genitals. Eros asked for the password but Lance still insisted despite of the pain he was experiencing at the hands of his captor. Soon, all of Lance pubic hairs were gone. Lance was panting and breathing heavily. His throat was exhausted from sceaming.

“Water,” Lance said in a low voice.

“I’m not that bad to not give you some refreshments after a painful waxing experience.” Eros left to get a bottle full of water. He stepped near Lance and poured the content of the bottle. Lance opened his mouth to gulp the precious liquid being poured at his mouth. The soothing cold of water quenched the tension on his dry throat.

“I’ll leave you for awhile. Decide now my dear sergeant because you will experience worse than this once I return.” Eros grinned as he walked and left the room

Lance was left in the middle of the room, tied spread eagle panting. His armpits and private area were red and searing in pain. Lance hoped that he could still endure the tortures to come.

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Declan in Stocks
by Blackjack
Series: Declan

Declan shivered as the icy night wind wrapped its tentacles around his naked body and he shut his eyes trying to take a nap. He wiggled his hands which were locked in an uncomfortable position. His head and neck did not feel right either. Something here was amiss. Most horrifying of all was the cold feeling about his balls; they ached and Declan could also feel them swaying. And then there was that disturbing slap, slap that he felt every few seconds or so. Accompanying the soft slapping was a click, click, clicking noise and his balls felt like they were about burst. The night seemed to pass ever so slowly and his uncomfortable position made it hard for him to sleep.

“What the fuck have these barbarians done to me now?” he thought.

As the sun began to wake up he realized his tenuous position. His head was stuck in a yolk like contraption. His hands were caught in two small holes about half an arm’s length away from his head.

The market square was getting busy as traders, money lenders and early shoppers milled around the dusty market place. Declan heard a high pitched shriek. He had just enough room to turn his head to the left. Although his line of sight was cut short, he saw an Afghan woman pointing at him. He could feel something tapping his naked ass and the click, clicking coming from the region of his aching balls. His vision was blinded when someone dressed in black walked up to his head and began patting the fuzzy curls that had begun to grow where his low fade had once sufficed for his hair. The man swung his hips they made his head jerk sideways and they made the rickety stocks wobble. The man mumbled something in Pashto as he slowly walked away from Declan glaring over his shoulder at the black American soldier.

The sun beat down relentlessly and it offered no comfort to Declan. The sun’s rays bit and tore at Declan’s flesh. A face appeared before Declan’s eyes. It’s toothless grin reminded Declan of Halloween evenings back home. Then came the slap and then another leaving red marks across Declan’s cheeks. The man shouted angrily at Declan, then another slap and another. Declan could hear shouting and what he thought was men arguing.

“I am sorry American. My friend here has lost family members in the wretched war and he blames every American. Now he has you in this position. What can I do? I am sorry.” The man walked away as Declan shuddered.

“Wait, wait!” Declan yelled after the man. “You speak English? I need someone to talk to! Someone who can explain what’s going on, please!” Declan pleaded.

The sun persisted and Declan’s body felt the savage raw shards of sun burn his body. A figure appeared before Declan. It was a woman carrying a large jar with a wide rim. She knelt down and dipped a ladle into the jar then pushed it towards Declan’s lips. The water was cool and refreshing and Declan gulped it down. His nodded his head in acknowledgement as best he could. The lady repeated the action and Declan drank the water as best he could. But then an angry sounding voice boomed out across the market square and a soldier came running up to the woman. There was a shriek and a crashing noise as the ladle flew through the air spilling water everywhere. Trickles of cool water ran down Declan’s heart shaped face. However, his joy was to be short lived.

“Arrgg,” Declan moaned as the butt of the rifle crashed into the side of his face. Declan’s head dipped.

It did not seem long before the cool evening descended over the market place. There were still a few people bargaining and haggling with the stall keepers. The last of the burning gas lit torches went out and Declan was swamped by darkness. He twisted his head as best he could to try and find a comfortable position for the night. He stopped when he felt a hand on his ass. The hand rested for a few moments before it began to massage Declan’s smooth round buttocks. Fingers crept along the contours of the round shape of his cheeks.

“Ugg!” Declan gasped as the fist full of fingers and knuckles entered the hole. “Errg,” Declan moaned as the hand rotated around and round. This was a sensation that Declan had never experienced before. Declan heard a shushing noise as the person behind him disrobed. The rhythm of the guy’s thighs and the dick that went in and out, in and out stunned Declan. But Declan had no time to reflect on this as he felt the familiar swaying of his balls, the click click sound and the soft slap slap against the sides each testicle. He jumped as he felt something grasp his charcoal colored dick. There was a squeezing motion not to dissimilar to that of a maiden milking a cow. The damp sensation of lips engulfing the head and the vacuum like sucking sent a chill and shiver through Declan’s nether region. Declan’s feet made tiny jumping motions as he climaxed, filling the intruders mouth with cum. Declan was in a mess mentally. His mind was in chaos. Three assaults at once but he was starting to enjoy feeling of having the guy behind him deep within him. An Afghan man came in front of Declan. He lifted his Kaftan and shuffled closer to Declan’s head. He placed the soiled white robe over Declan’s head pushing his groin into the black soldiers face.

“Hmmph,” Declan squealed as the Afghan man manoeuvred his dick to fit between Declan’s lips. Declan had no choice to suck and swallow the six inches of meat. Declan sucked and sucked until eventually the man in front of him climaxed and came load after load of creamy cum filling Declan’s mouth.

“Arrgg,” he mumbled with his mouth full of cum as he felt his balls being stretched. With that the Afghani in front of him withdrew his penis from Declan’s mouth. Cum was still shooting out of the head and it splattered down Declan’s cheek and down his nose. A face appeared at the level of Declan’s head. It said something in Pashto then a hand rubbed the cum over Declan’s face. “How much longer will this night last?” Declan thought to himself.

The sun rose above the horizon; it’s warm rays a welcome relief from the cold night. Declan could hear the rhythmic trunch of boots on the dirt road. A voice barked out orders in Pashto and Declan felt the weight of the stocks’ cross bar lifted from his neck and shoulders. The wooden cross bar however was replaced by a steel collar and a chain clipped into place through a ring on the side of the collar. Declan felt a tugging motion and he had no choice but follow where the chain led.

A crowd had gathered to watch the humiliation and Declan heard the laughter of both the crowd and the soldiers that held him captive. It took a little while of the awkward motion of Declan’s gait for him to realise what caught people mirth. The chains around his balls swayed violently causing his balls to swing and swing. This caused Declan to walk in a ridiculously funny manner which seemed to amuse both the audience and the soldiers. The chain pulling and controlling Declan was starting to hurt but the African American had to follow suit.

Declan could not walk much further and he tried to stop and catch his breath. This seemed to annoy his captors. One of the younger soldiers spat out some foreign words then ran towards Declan who winched and put his eyes to his forearms. The young Afghan soldier bobbed down and tugged the rocks attached to Declan’s balls. He pointed to Declan’s dick chattering excitedly. Declan tried to look down at his phallus but it did not take him long to realize that they were talking about Declan being cut. They seemed to be interested in the fact that Declan was free of a foreskin. The young Afghan soldier tapped Declan’s smooth mauve colored head. At least the pause in the forced march had given Declan time to catch his breath.

As the procession reached an elegant looking building, they trudged down three flights of stairs and entered a small dark dingy dungeon. It took Declan a while before his eyes adjusted to the half-light. He heard the other prisoners’ moans and groans. As he looked around he saw emaciated figures cramped into what appeared to be cages. Some of the men were naked and some were clad in nothing but rags. He looked from side to side at the assortment of men of all colors and creeds. The conga line of soldiers leading Declan stopped in front of a large cage in which there was a stocky white man he could not have been any taller than five foot four. He looked like an all American life guard with long blonde hair and a tan. He was attired in army camouflage trousers. His torso was naked. He stood facing the wall only turning around when an authoritative Afghan soldier said something in Pashto.

“Oh hi there,” he said in a gruff voice “I guess you is my next victim.”

Declan was taken aback by the word “victim.” The man peered at Declan’s six foot three, one-hundred and eighty eight pound body. “I see they’ve tried to break you,” the man said. “Well kid, we’ll have some fun.”

The Afghan officer spoke to the man in the cage to which a smile alighted the blonde man lips. “There ya go kid it looks like they are going to offer you your freedom, but first you have to wrestle me. Beat me kid and you are outta here. Oh by the way I am Colonel Bristo.”

Bristo’s right hand reached grabbing the rope that wound around Declan’s neck. He pulled Declan forward and with his left hand reached down to the two stones and twisted them. “We are going to have fun boy!” Bristo barked “You and me alone in the ring on the mat.”

The Afghan officer pulled Declan away and the troops marched Declan away. Having been shown his opponent, Declan was taken to a suite where a man dressed in white Arabic clothes sat in a large chair.

“You are Declan?” the man asked in a deep honeyed voice. Declan nodded. His mind was racing as to what was going to happen next. “You shall wrestle Bristo for your freedom. But first we must train you and build you up. We only have three days but for those three days you shall have the run of the third floor. Your own room and access to our gym. I wish you luck, American.” The man clapped his hands and two burly black men came and escorted Declan to his new home.

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Blackjack

Straight jock Bryan suffers through his first anal experience courtesy of a fucking machine and an agonizing orgasm denial session.
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A “Straight” Bargain He Might Regret – Part 2
by Bryan Smith
Series: A Straight Bargain
Art by RodinArt

“Well hey there stud! Hope you got some sleep and are ready for the next part..” said Sam looking down at Bryan.

“Helpppppp. Helppppp. He… mmmmmm, aghhhh”

“Now now we can’t have that.” Sam placed a ball gag in Bryan’s mouth. “Now you can scream and holler all you want but no one can hear you. You are mine for the rest of the day and it’s my job to help gear you up for your new job. Just relax and enjoy the new experience. Looky here. Your cock is even telling you to relax.”

Sam grabbed Bryan’s cock and gently stroked it a few times. Bryan tried to squirm but couldn’t move. Sam lubed up his cock and said, “Before you know it, you will be begging me to cum.”

“Pwease, pease, op. on’t o is.” moaned Bryan.

“I’m sorry Bryan, but it’s too late. Now have you ever played with your ass? God look at this pink hole. So tight, clean, and beautiful.”

“Nooooooo. Mmmmmm ughhhh.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you. That’s for your clients. But you see this?” Sam pulled out a butt machine with a dildo attached to the end. “This is what we call a butt machine. Now it’s going to fuck you. You see Bryan, your new job requires that you be ready for all client demands. Don’t worry, I will be gentle. You are going to experience an orgasm like never before.”

Sam slowly began to rub Bryan’s taint circling his finger and gently pushing into Bryan’s hole. Bryan moaned and tried to beg and plead no. Sam continued and began to rim Bryan’s ass as Bryan began to moan.

“You like that huh?” Sam continued to rim for roughly 20 minutes. Bryan’s cock was leaking pre-cum and Bryan just moaned. Sam finished and fondled Bryan’s cock. “Look at that pre-cum! I think you are ready.”

Bryan’s face filled with horror. “noooo. Pwease.” Sam ignored Bryan’s plea and lubed up his hole and the dildo. Sam moved the machine to Bryan’s hole and slowly pushed the dildo in. At first the dildo just pressed against Bryan’s hole.

“Relax Bryan. It hurts more if you resist. Push a little and breath as it pushes in.” Sam let it gently push on the hole as Bryan got used to it. Moans and screams didn’t stop him and all of a sudden, Sam saw Bryan’s hole loosen a little. Sam pushed the dildo in for the next 5 minutes slowly getting all 5 inches inside. Once it was all the way in Sam said, “Good boy. Very good. Now you are ready. Just breath.”

The machine slowly went in and out, with Bryan moaning every time it went in. Sam looked down at Bryan and said, “Ill be back in 30, I have another client.”

Bryan grunted and looked horrified but Sam just said, “Enjoy the ride, it gets better.”

Same left and Bryan lay there with the machine going in and out. In and out. He continued to grunt and his cock continued to throb. Bryan could feel the pre-cum leaking onto his stomach. As he got used to the machine, he was beginning to enjoy the sensation. For the first time, he was experiencing what it was like to have his prostate stimulated.

For 30 minutes Sam was gone and Bryan felt the machine pick up speed, slow down, and speed back up. He was moaning and begging for Sam to come back. He knew what he wanted. He knew he needed some release. His cock throbbed and he just waited for some relief. Sam finally walked in and said, “Well well. Looks like somebody is warmed up. Now look at the cock. I’ve never seen so much pre-cum.”

Bryan tried to beg and Sam knew what he wanted. “What’s that? You want me to play with your cock?”

Bryan shook his head and pleaded and just wondered if Sam would allow him to cum. Sam lubed his hand and grabbed Bryan’s cock. Slowly he began to stroke Bryan’s cock.

Up 2, 3, 4, and down, 2, 3, 4, up 2, 3, 4, and down 2, 3, 4. Sam did this knowing that Bryan would likely explode any second. Bryan looked at Sam and just slightly moaned. “What is it Bryan?”

“Pwease.” “mmmmm, ome on.”

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes!!!”

Sam continued to slowly jerk, edging Bryan as far as he could. Bryan would approach and Sam watched his balls ascend as high as possible, with Bryan squirming, “I’m gonna cum.” Sam then just let go.

“AHHHHHHH.” Bryan squirmed as if trying to jerk himself and searching for Sam’s hand. “Pwease. Pease. PEASE et e cum.” Sam removed the ball gag and said, “What was that?”

“Please let me cum. I need to cum. Please I can’t take it anymore.”

“So you want me to let you cum?”

“Yes!!! Please. Come on man!!”

Sam said he’d let Bryan cum soon enough but on one condition.

“What?” Bryan pleaded.

“If I let you cum, that’s it. That cock is no longer yours. You won’t be cumming except for at work. You understand?”

Bryan stared for a minute and was confused. “What are you talking about?”

Sam pulled out a CB 3000 and showed Bryan the chastity device. “Your boss sent this to me and explained that you are to wear this when leaving the office.”

“What the fuck is that?”

Sam explained what a chastity device was and that Bryan’s cock would become his bosses cock. “You see Bryan, where you are working, we need to train that cock to respond at work, to the clients, and your boss needs you as full as possible. He can’t have you going home and pleasuring yourself.”

“Fuck that! I did not agree to any of this.”

“Bryan, look at yourself. You need the money so you put yourself in this position, didn’t you?” Sam told Bryan that he never had to accept the job and that really the ownership is on Bryan. In fact, he told Bryan that he wanted and needed this all along. “The choice is yours Bryan. I let you cum. Your cock is just begggggggging for release. But afterwards, you will wear this. Or you walk out of here jobless and with no way to afford college. Also, where are you going to work out? You see there is a gym at the place you will work at and no one will judge you, but if you don’t agree to this device, then are you going to work out like that in front of all your jock bros?”

Bryan looked down at himself and just gazed at his hairless body, pits, pubes, ass, legs, and all. He couldn’t face his bros like that. They’d never understand and they’d all think he turned fag.

“Alright. I need the money and I’ll agree just until I have enough money.” Bryan said.

“Good boy.” Sam grabbed Bryan’s cock.

He milked the cock slowly for another 5 agonizing minutes. As Bryan would get close, he would beg, “Come on please just make me cum!” In the final stretch, Sam sped the butt machine up and Bryan just moaned like he had never moaned before. Sam grabbed Bryan’s cock and milked it at a constant medium speed. He watched Bryan’s balls ascend as close to his body as humanly possible and Bryan just moaned, “Mmmmmmmm, I’m, I’m gonnna cum!”

“Good boy. Come on cum boy. Cum.” said Sam.

“Ahhhhhhhh mmmmmmmm, oh my Godddddd.” For a minute Bryan let out the loudest screams and moans of his life. “Holy Fuck!” was all Bryan could say. Sam stopped the butt machine and told Bryan to relax. As the dildo was pulled out, Bryan let out a moan and his body squirmed.

“Good boy. Look at all that cum!” Bryan looked and there was cum all over his stomach up to his neck and on his chin.

“I have never shot like that before!” Sam grabbed his phone and snapped a few pictures.

“Hey what the fuck?” asked Bryan. Sam told him the pictures were for Bryan’s boss as proof of the session and not to worry. Bryan just laid there and asked when he would be released. Sam grabbed a cloth and cleaned up Bryan’s cock and his body. As Bryan’s cock went soft, Sam grabbed it and took the CB 3000 and locked Bryan’s cock inside.

“There we go. Now we are all done. Now await for some further instructions.”

Bryan laid there still strapped in, wondering what instructions. He thought he was done for the day???

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Bryan Smith

Straight jock Bryan finds himself in unfamiliar territory when he agrees to take a mysterious job to raise money for college.
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A “Straight” Bargain He Might Regret – Part 1
by Bryan Smith
Series: A Straight Bargain
Art by RodinArt

Bryan was your typical high school jock. 18 years old, standing at 5’11 and weighing 140 pounds, he had nothing but a gorgeous body. He was a 2-season athlete all through high school and known as the high school favorite starring on the basketball and baseball team. His body was worshiped by nearly all and Bryan could have any girl he wanted. Considering his wavy blond hair, tanned skin and 6 pack abs, Bryan knew he was hot. It was his senior year and he was gearing up for graduation and leaving for college. Scouts had been attending his Spring Baseball games and Bryan was sure to get a scholarship, at least according to his coach, but as it came time for schools to make an offer, Bryan was surprised to receive no offers. His coach couldn’t explain it but offered to set up a meeting with a scout to get an explanation.

Bryan met with a scout the following week who said, “You are good there is no doubt about that but with the economy being so tight, we just don’t have the same money anymore.”

“I need this. This is the only way college will happen for me. I have no money and nor do my parents.” Bryan replied.

“Listen Bryan, it’s not going to change. You are good, but you are a pretty boy, in other words, you are a risk.”

“How am I a risk?”

“Bryan, you have girls groveling at that body. I’ve heard about your reputation. None of us can be sure that you won’t be distracted. We need your focus to be on the game and keeping that body in shape.”

“I can promise baseball is my focus. What can I do to convince yo? College and baseball. That’s it. Please man.”

“Let me get back to the school. I’ll see what I can do.”

Bryan left feeling encouraged and waited a week to hear from the scout. When he finally got the call, the two set up a meeting to discuss options. The Scout informed Bryan that it was a no go. The school was just not willing to shell out the money. Bryan was distraught and the scout saw it.

“Look Bryan, it doesn’t mean you can’t play.”

“But I can’t afford it.”

“Bryan, what if I told you I have another option for you? What if you could make your scholarship money and then some?”

“How?”

“You see Bryan, I own a club and we are looking to hire summer work. It pays $25 an hour and offers generous tips. Now it involves you staying in pristine condition and servicing others.”

“Servicing others?”

“Bryan, I am in the hospitality business. I own an all male athletic club. You would be hired as a pool boy and would service those in need by getting them drinks, setting up their pool side chairs, and catering to the customer’s needs.”

“That’s easy.”

“Yes Bryan. But I want you to understand what you are getting into. Servicing their needs means all needs and I mean all needs. Are you following?”

“Whoa man, if you mean sexually, I’m not gay.”

“I’m not saying you are Bryan. You don’t have to be. This is strictly a job. Think of it that way.”

“I don’t know man. I. . I. . “

“Bryan, you want to go to college right? You want to play baseball right?”

“Well yes.”

“What are your other options? Where else can you make that kind of money? My pool boys on average make $300-500 a day.”

“Holy Shit.”

“So Bryan, what do you say?”

“I just don’t know.”

“I need a decision Bryan. If not, that’s fine but I’m hiring this position by tonight. We open in 1 week, so I don’t have time to mess around. I’m doing you a favor and trying to help you out.”

“No one will find out?”

“It’s a private club and our members are guaranteed discretion as are you.”

“Ok. I’ll do it. But I’m not gay.”

“I never said you were Bryan. Limits may be pushed but I will help you with that. We have a strict uniform policy. I will mail you your uniform and instructions for prep in the next few days. You start next Saturday. Report to this address at 8:00am.”

The Scout handed Bryan a card and they went their separate ways. Bryan wondered about what he had just committed to and just said that it was a job. He convinced himself that it was a just job no one would know and besides he was desperate. A few days passed and no package came. It was Thursday and he thought maybe this whole thing was a sham. Bryan felt at ease and thought, “Ok, I’ll find something else.” Friday came and Bryan slept in. All of a sudden it was noon and the doorbell rang. It was UPS. A package was left on the doorstep. Bryan’s heart sank as he knew this was the start of….let’s just say a very new experience.

Bryan opened the door and grabbed the package. It was a medium size box and smaller than he had exptected. He opened it and was shocked at what he would found, or more importantly, what he didn’t find. Inside the box was a large envelope with a card, instructions and a white tank, white gym shorts, and a white thong with a penis sheath.

“This can’t be the uniform!” Bryan had thought to himself. He opened the card and it read,

Bryan, I told you we would push your limits. You may be shocked right now, but we hire our employees partly based on your looks. Our members like to see what you have. Here are the instructions for how you are to prep for tomorrow.

I set up an appointment at 3:00pm today around the corner and the body detail salon. You are to go and let them know you are there for your 3:00. Everything is set up for you.

Wear your entire uniform tomorrow and show up at 8:00am sharp!

Relax and get some rest.

Bryan was not ready for this. His heart sunk and he knew this was over his head but he needed the money. As he read the instructions, he looked at number 1. “Body detail salon? What?” He had no clue what they were going to do.

As time passed, Bryan looked up and saw it was 2:45pm. He got in his car and left for the salon. Extremely nervous, he walked in and before he could say anything, a male at the counter said, “Ahh, you must be Bryan. I’ve been expecting you. Come on back.”

Bryan followed the gentleman to a room in the back of the salon. The man’s name was Sam. He was in his upper 20’s quite muscular and good looking. Sam was extremely masculine which surprised Bryan in this business but what quite calming as well. “Alight Bryan, everything is set up and paid for so all I need you to do is relax and get ready. Go ahead and strip completely and lay face down on this table.”

“Wait. What is going on?”

“Oh I’m sorry. The gentleman said you would not know what was going on. Your body is undergoing a transformation. I have been given a directive to wax your body and bikini area.”

“No, absolutely not.” Bryan proceeded to turn around and grab the door handle but it was locked. “Open this door! I’m not doing this!!”

Sam said he expected this reaction. He walked over to Bryan and said, “Look you committed to this. I know you need the money. There’s no way out right now. I have the key and you can just get ready or prolong this.”

“Dude I cannot do this. This is against all I am. I like who I am. I like the way I look. I’m a man.”

“You will still be a man, you just need to have a certain look for the customers. Now I have something to relax you and take away some of the pain. Drink this. There’s a slight narcotic in it to numb your body.”

“I’m ok. Let’s just do this. I’m not drinking that. Pain doesn’t bother me.”

“Suit yourself.”

Bryan stripped down and as he did so, he asked if Sam could step out. Sam replied, “You might as well get comfortable now because I’m going to see it all.” Bryan stripped and laid down and Sam asked “Are you sure you don’t want the drink?”

“Yes.”

“Ok let’s get started. I’m going to start with the hair on your back.” Sam took hot wax and lathered it on Bryan’s lower back. The hot sensation burned but went away as he layered on the wax strips. “Here we go.”

Sam ripped the first one and Bryan grunted. The next one came off and Bryan grunted a little more. The third one close to his ass crack made Bryan scream.

“You can still have that drink to take the edge off.” said Sam.

“Alright, alright. I’ll take it.”

Bryan drank the glass and just laid there. Sam said he’d be right back. Time seemed to pass forever and Bryan all of a sudden felt a numbing sensation and his mind started to go in and out. Sam walked in and Bryan said, “I… I feel dizzy.”

“Oh you’re fine relax. Relax.” replied Sam.

“Something’s wrong man. This . . .”

“Shhhh. Bryan everything is fine. Now I’m gonna get started again.”

Bryan laid there and was weaving in and out until he completely passed out. Sam proceeded with the waxing, moving onto his legs, underarms, and then his ass. As soon as that was done, Sam rolled Bryan over. At first he struggled to move Bryan as he was a bump on the log, but once he was turned over, Same proceeded from the neck down finishing with Bryan’s cock. As Bryan was passed out, Sam was mesmerized with Bryan’s cock. You see in the drink, Sam slipped a Viagra too so Bryan was hard as rock. He stood at about 7.5in and his cock was just beautiful. As Sam finished the waxing, he was excited for what was to come.

The deal was, wax his body and then in exchange Sam could use Bryan as a pre-training if you will for Bryan’s new job. The bed that Bryan was on transformed with leg stirrups and restraints. Sam manipulated Bryan’s body enough so that his legs were strapped in stirrups, his arms restrained above his head and his head and hips strapped to the bed.

Once complete, Sam grabbed some ammonia and put it under Bryan’s nostrils. When Bryan woke up, he took a second to come around and tried to move.

“What the f___”

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Bryan Smith

Defeated super hero Captain Marvel is bound, stripped & humiliated as he begins his new position as Dr Sivana’s slave.
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Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers – Part 3
by Todd Fleming
Series: Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers

Before today, Captain Marvel was the mightiest mortal. His power and strength came from the gods themselves and there were none who could best him. Now, striped of all his powers, the hero had been tricked and captured by his nemesis, Doctor Sivana.

The hero struggled against his bonds as he lay on the desert floor with his arms and legs spread against the scorched earth. The evil doctor had driven stakes into the ground and tied both him and his mentor, Shazam, to the stakes. The sun beat down on his helpless muscled body sapping any strength the hero had left. What made it worse is that his cock had betrayed him and tented his tights, trying as hard as Captain Marvel to escape its bonds.

Sivana had left both of them to fry under the sun. Captain Marvel could not believe that this was the end of the line. Never in his wildest dreams did he think a weakling like Sivana could defeat him like this. The scary part of this whole ordeal was that with him out of the way, the world was helpless against the intellectual might of Doctor Sivana.

Covered in sweat from the harsh sun, Captain Marvel looked over to where Shazam was staked out. The ancient wizard was doing even worse than he was. His frail body barely had any life in it as the elements of the desert ravaged him. The hero realized that if he didn’t do something soon, that his mentor would soon be dead. The fortress loomed over them, mocking his failure to break the simple rope. Sivana was in there somewhere plotting some diabolical scheme to take over the world.

Captain Marvel closed his eyes as tears began to form. He was truly helpless and powerless. The only way to save Shazam and himself was to beg Sivana to spare them. That meant he would have to serve the evil man that he once easily defeated. The hero glanced at Shazam and made up his mind. If he was alone in this trap, Captain Marvel would have faced death gladly, but he could not bear the thought of Shazam perishing with him. Without the old wizard, there would be no future Captain Marvels. He would serve Sivana in order to preserve the life of Shazam.

Looking at the fortress, Captain Marvel took the step that would end his superhero career. “I submit to you Sivana!” He cried out. “I will serve you, Master!”

The hero waited as time passed. He hoped that Sivana would come and rescue them from the harsh elements of the desert. His hope began to fade completely when he saw the evil doctor walking towards them.

“Is the mighty Captain Marvel submitting to little ole me?” He asked mockingly.

Captain Marvel stared in fear of his captor. “I will submit, but you must promise to keep Shazam alive.”

Sivana kicked Captain Marvel in his ribs. “You don’t make demands of me any more!” He sneered.

Captain Marvel cried out in pain from being struck. “Please, have pity master!” He whimpered.

The evil doctor bent down and pressed his foot against the hero’s teeming erection. Captain Marvel screamed as pain shot through his body. “If I keep the old man alive, will you serve me totally?”

“YES!” Captain Marvel screamed shrilly as the pressure of his master’s boot stomped on his erection.

After what seemed like eternity, Sivana lifted his shoe and began to untie them. Captain Marvel lay on the ground panting as tears streamed down his face. As soon as his hands were free, he rubbed his sore cock. The evil madman then untied Shazam while the former hero weakly got to his feet.

“Bring the old man to the fortress,” Sivana commanded.

Captain Marvel struggled to help the nearly dead wizard to get to his feet as the doctor turned and walked back to the fortress. Without his strength, it was difficult to assist his mentor back to the fortress. The blazing sun had sapped what little strength he had left and it took a long time for them to stumble to the fortress where his life of servitude awaited them.

It seemed like hours to the weakened hero when he finally got to the main control room where Dr. Sivana waited for them. The evil doctor grabbed the wizard by his frail arm and dragged him away. Not knowing what to do, Captain Marvel followed meekly.

They went down several flights of stairs until they were deep underground. Several locked cells were dug into the hard rock. Sivana opened one of the cells and shoved Shazam into the cell. “That takes care of my promise to keep the old man alive!” He sneered at the defeated hero.

Captain Marvel looked meekly at his mentor who slumped on the cold rock floor of his prison. “As promised, I will serve you master,” He said feeling tears welling up in his eyes.

Sivana clapped his hands with glee as he rushed to get back up to his control room. The former hero followed as tears streamed down his face. He had failed to keep the world safe from this madman. The sting of defeat was almost too much for him to bear.

When they finally got back to the control room, Dr. Sivana motioned for Captain Marvel to stand in the center of the room. The hero silently obeyed as he hung his head in shame. The evil doctor pressed a few buttons on his console and the floor opened revealing chains that were bolted to the floor.

The evil doctor grabbed the chains and attached them to the hero’s wrists. Captain Marvel tested his bonds, hoping that his strength would return to him. This resulted in his cock twitching uncontrollably while trapped in his tights. He looked down at the hard monster and blushed. A wet spot had stained his tights where the mushroom head fought to break free.

Pushing a button on his remote control, a huge television screen lowered down from the ceiling right where Dr. Sivana stood in triumph. “People of the world I, Dr. Sivana, am your new ruler! I have missiles pointed at every major city in the world. If the United Nations does not surrender to me in twelve hours, I will attack one city every hour until the world surrenders to my demands!”

The mad doctor giggled as the camera zoomed to where Captain Marvel struggled in his chains. “Don’t think you can count on Captain Marvel to come and save the day! He now belongs to me! Tell the world who your new master is, you big red cheese!”

The hero shook his head still struggling to break free from his bondage. This only made the tent in his tights even more obvious. The doctor snarled and smacked the hero’s muscled ass. Captain Marvel looked down as if looking at Shazam locked up in the prison cell. His heroic code forced him to utter the words that he feared to say. “Dr. Sivana is my master!” He said as he burst into tears. His struggles ceased as the words cut deeply into him.

“You heard it folks! Captain Marvel is my slave and the rest of the world will be too if you don’t want my missiles to destroy your cities!” Sivana pressed a button on his remote causing the transmission to cease. The television raised back up to the ceiling as the doctor turned his attention to the crying hero. “You’re pathetic!” he snarled. “Pull yourself together!”

The doctor unlocked the chains that bound the hero and they went to their compartment in the floor. Captain Marvel tried to control his weeping as he rubbed his sore wrists. His cock seemed to mock him as it twitched uncontrollably.

Sivana looked at his slave critically. “I think it’s time for a change of wardrobe!” He cackled happily. “Get that costume off! I don’t think you are worthy of wearing it anymore.”

Captain Marvel flinched at his newest orders. Knowing there was no way to escape this cruel fate that has been thrust upon him, he started to disrobe. For the first time, the mightiest mortal was seen without any clothes.

As his clothing was taken off and dropped to the ground, Sivana circled his captured hero looking critically at his muscled body. His massive chest was completely hairless with nipples the size of quarters. His nipples stood firm as the cool air hit them and the hero breathed heavily as exposing himself gave him an unexpected erotic thrill.

The hero hesitated when he got to his tights. It was the last piece of clothing that he had left to cover his modesty. His eyes went to the tent that the tights barely contained. With a heavy sigh, he pulled them down and his cock sprang free as it flung precum across the room.

Now complete naked, Captain Marvel shifted nervously as his hard and naked body was inspected by the evil doctor. Sivana lightly pinched both of his nipples causing him to softly gasp as an electric thrill when through his body down to his aroused cock. The amount of precum started to accumulate more as his nipples were toyed with. The doctor smiled as he left the hero’s nipples and inspected Captain Marvel’s muscled ass. He ran his fingers lightly over the twin mounds making sure that every part of the milky skin was touched. Licking his lips with desire, Doctor Sivana began to knead the hero’s ass spreading them apart to see the virgin hole that puckered with anticipation. It was to the doctor’s regret that he left Captain Marvel’s ass alone. It was not time to pop his cherry yet, he told himself.

Dr. Sivana circled back in front of the hero where his huge cock saluted its new master. With incredible thickness and length, Captain Marvel’s cock was a beautiful thing to behold. The evil mastermind softly grasped the throbbing erection as his small hands were barely able to circle the entire girth. The hero cried out as his cock was touched for the very first time. The pleasure he experienced before was nothing to what he felt at that moment.

The evil doctor looked up and smirked at the moaning hero. “You’re a virgin?!” He said in disbelief. With Captain Marvel’s looks and incredible body and cock it seemed unreal that the mightiest mortal was a virgin.

Captain Marvel nodded as another groan escaped his lips. His master laughed softly as he gave that monster cock a couple strokes. The hero almost fell to his knees as this new found pleasure was too much for him to handle. Sivana would have continued, but he did not want the hero to blow his load yet. Taking Captain Marvel’s virginity needed to be carefully planned and exploited. The big red cheese’s first time would be a public event.

Dr. Sivana went though Captain Marvel’s costume and picked up the yellow sash. He tied it back around his helpless prisoner’s tapered waist, but arranged it so that the length of the sash covered his throbbing cock. The hero’s cock caught the material of the sash and a wet spot began to form where the head of his cock pressed against the cloth. With Captain Marvel’s arousal so very obvious it was more of a tease than covering his modesty. That strip of cloth from the sash only covered his piece of meat between his legs and the rest of his body was completely bare including his muscled ass.

The evil doctor looked at his handiwork and smiled. It would do until he found more appropriate clothing for his slave. One thing was certain, Captain Marvel was completely defeated and his humiliation and servitude was just beginning.

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Todd Fleming

As Dr Sivana slowly strips away each of the hero’s powers, the defeated Captain Marvel is taken under his control.
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Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers – Part 2
by Todd Fleming
Series: Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers

Dr. Sivana chuckled with glee as his fortress sensors picked up the fastly approaching Captain Marvel. He picked up the radio transmitter and sent a message to the Rock of Eternity. “Hercules, cross your name off the list and have Himeros, the god of sexual desire, replace you name.”

Captain Marvel still oblivious to the danger he was in flew with enough speed and power to tear the world apart. As the fortress came into his sight, he increased his speed and aimed his body like a torpedo. He would destroy this fortress with a single hit. The hero braced himself for impact as his muscled body crashed into the wall. To his amazement, he merely bounced off the wall like a rubber ball and was hurled back into the air. It took several minutes for Captain Marvel to regain control and he hovered in the air in surprise. “What is this wall made of?” He said in amazement.

Flying back to the fortress, Captain Marvel landed and used all his might to push against the wall of the fortress. “Maybe I can tip it over and smash it,” He said to himself as he used all of his legendary might. Unknown that his strength had been taken away, the hero pushed and pushed with no results. The fortress resisted all his attempts to break through. Another side affect started to stir within him. The hero began to feel pleasure shoot through his body as he tried to activate his strength. As Captain Marvel pushed against the wall, his cock came to life, hardened, and pushed against the fabric of his costume.

Sivana watched safely from one of the windows of the fortress. “What’s the matter, pal? Getting weak?” He taunted from high above. He noticed that his enemy was sporting a raging erection. His plan was going perfectly. The mad doctor went back to where he kept Shazam captive. “I’ll take away his powers one by one driving him crazy. Soon he will be a helpless prisoner in my hands!”

Shazam bowed his head. “Yes Sivana, you will win out.” He said sadly.

After pushing with all his might with no results except an excited cock in his tights, Captain Marvel stopped to catch his breath. He looked down in amazement at the monster erection that pulsed with excitement and wondered what was going on. “Holy Moly!” He said breathlessly as he touched himself causing the pleasure to increase. “I’ve lost my strength! Fist my wisdom and now my strength! What’s going on?” He asked in confusion as he ran his fingertips up and down his costumed shaft.

Shaking his head, Captain Marvel forced himself to stop touching his engorged cock. He flew away from the fortress to the nearest village to borrow a mining pick. Flying back, he landed and started to use the pick against the wall of the fortress. “I’ll get inside one way or another,” The hero said with determination.

Taking control of his radio inside the fortress, Sivana contacted the gods in the Rock of Eternity. “Atlas, it’s time to take off your name and replace it with Aphrodite!” He ordered.

“I obey, Sivana,” The god Atlas said reluctantly.

The evil doctor rushed to his window to see Captain Marvel furiously chipping at that wall still. Sivana watched with glee as the hero’s pace began to slow. Strip of his legendary stamina and replaced by an increased sexuality, Captain Marvel dropped down to one knee. Covered in sweat from his exertion, the mighty hero no longer had the energy to keep up his pathetic assault. His hard cock seemed to take over his mind with desire to get release. It took all of his willpower not to start jerking himself off right then and there.

Rushing back to his radio, Sivana made it next order. “Zeus, take away your power from Captain Marvel! I want Zephyrus, the god of the west wind to replace your name!”

“I obey, Sivana.” The father of the gods responded.

Sivana tore across his fortress to get to his window that was above the worn out Captain Marvel. “Now that Captain Marvel is no longer invulnerable, this tiny stone will knock him out!” He dropped the stone and watched as it struck the hero in his head. The hero who once could withstand bullets and missiles went out like a light as the tiny stone struck him.

The doctor laughed with glee as he went to one of his hidden entrances to finally confront the hero face to face. He saw the mighty Captain Marvel lying helpless on the desert floor unconscious. Taking out his knife, the evil man considered ending his enemy once and for all. “I could slit his throat from ear to ear, but that would be too easy. I want to have more fun with him!” He walked back to his fortress and gather a bucket. Filling it up to the brim, he dragged the bucket full of water back to the passed out hero. “Wake up, you big red weakling!” He sneered as the cold water hit the passed out hero.

Captain Marvel woke instantly as the water his his body. Sputtering, he got to his feet and looked around in confusion. His soaked costume clung to his body as his cock came back to life and started to get erect again. The hero saw Sivana laughing at him and began to get angry. “You little monster!” He roared. “No matter what has happened to me, I can still lick the tar out of you! Wait until I get my hands on you!”

Running back to his fortress, Sivana taunted Captain Marvel. “You’ll have to catch me first!” He purposely left the secret entrance open as he speed to where his radio was located. “Achilles, you’re next! Take off your name and replace it with Apollo, the god of music!”

Without waiting to hear a reply, the doctor ran back towards Captain Marvel. “That robbed you of your courage!” He snarled as he struck the weakened hero in his chest. “Take that!”

Captain Marvel’s eyes grew wide with fear as he cowered from the evil doctor. “Please don’t beat me up!” He whimpered as he turned and ran away. Robbed of his courage, the hero had been turned into a pitiful coward and fled from a man who he could have beaten up even without his powers.

Sivana laughed as he watched the hero flee from his fortress. Running back to his radio, he gave his last command. “Mercury, take away Captain Marvel’s power of flight and have Mnemosyne, the god of memory, put her name instead.”

Captain Marvel ran with all his speed out of the fortress with all of his powers taken away, he wasn’t running very fast. Combined with his hard cock pressing against his tights sending waves of pleasure through his body, it took him a while to make it out of the fortress.

Sivana followed the hero amused at his lack of speed. He had always plotted to defeat Captain Marvel, but actually seeing it was better than even taking over the world. His plans for the hero began to change as he followed his prey.

“I’ve got to escape!” Captain Marvel cried out. “I can still fly!” The hero made it outside the fortress and jumped in the air. Gravity took hold of him and he fell flat on his face.

“And back you flop, like a ruptured duck!” Sivana laughed as he witness the hero’s failed escape. “Funniest thing I ever saw!”

The evil doctor walked over to Captain Marvel and forced him on his feet. “How did you do it, Sivana?” The hero asked shaken to his very core. “How did you rob me of all my powers?”

Doctor Sivana chuckled as he took out ordinary rope. “Now that all your powers are gone, I can tie you up with this rope like anyone else! You’re helpless!”

Captain Marvel offered no resistance as his hands were tied behind his back. The evil doctor marched the captive hero into his fortress to where Shazam was held captive.

Upon seeing his mentee captive to his nemesis, the ancient wizard hung his head in shame. “I’m sorry, Captain Marvel.”

Sivana laughed as he swatted the hero’s muscled ass. “I took old Shazam hostage and made the gods take away their powers from you.” He gloated. “You’ll find that your new gifts from the gods are quite different,” Sivana said as he flicked Captain Marvel’s erect cock.

Captain Marvel grunted and started to blush from his nemesis noticing the steel rod fighting to break through his tights. He looked at his mentor hoping that there was some hope for escape. Shazam could not even make eye contact as he stared at the ground dejected.

Doctor Sivana forced Captain Marvel on his knees. “You now belong to me, little hero!” He sneered. “You can swear to serve me, or I will make sure that your death is long and tortuous!”

Captain Marvel flinched as he tried to adapt to being powerless. He wanted to surrender but the last part of his former self battled this new fear that gripped him. “I’ll never serve you!” he said trying to be defiant, but it came out instead like a whimper.

Sivana grinned as he grabbed the hero by his hair and forced him to look him in the eye. “Fine, then I will kill you and Shazam at the same time!” He said with an evil grin.

Captain Marvel almost wet himself as he wondered how long it would be until death took him.

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Todd Fleming

Dr Sivana devises a diabolical plan to strip his nemesis Captain Marvel of his powers.
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Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers – Part 1
by Todd Fleming
Series: Captain Marvel’s Stolen Powers

Dr. Sivana sat in his secret headquarters frowning at the stone floor of the cave. He had just suffered a disastrous defeat at the hands of his nemesis, Captain Marvel. “There must be some way to defeat that big red buffoon!” he fumed. Sivana had tried several times to use his intellect and inventions to take over the world and he would have succeeded if not for the meddling of Captain Marvel.

Getting up from his chair, Dr. Sivana paced from one end of the cave to the next. “How can I counter against his powers that were given by the gods themselves?” He mused as the world around him faded away as his thoughts took over his awareness. “No invention is strong enough to even make a scratch on Captain Marvel.” The doctor frowned as he tried to use his genius intellect to find a way to destroy his enemy. “There must be some way to take down that oaf once and for all. Once he is out of the way, the world would be helpless against my intellect. If only I can take away his powers!”

Sivana’s head jerked up as a glimmer of an idea sparked in his mind. “Take away his power!” He said with a wide grin that took up most of his face. “Why haven’t I thought about this before? Without his powers, Captain Marvel would be easily defeated!”

Chuckling to himself, he ran deeper into the cave where his secret headquarters was located. Inspired by this new plot to take down the meddling hero, Sivana hopped into his motorcycle and sped away. He rode for hours through the wilderness until he arrived at another base of his. The doctor had bases like this scattered throughout the world. It was one of the reasons Captain Marvel had a hard time tracking him down. With his brilliant mind, he had amassed a fortune that provided him the resources to make all of his inventions. Money was not enough for his ambition, only when the world was ground underneath the heel of his boot would he be truly happy.

Dr. Sivana parked his motorcycle next to a small rocket. In his research and study, the villain knew the secret location of the source of Captain Marvel’s powers: the Rock of Eternity. No one but himself knew that he had this knowledge. This was the cornerstone of his new plan. Climbing into the rocket, he set the coordinates and took off through the air. The rocket easily escape the gravitational pull of earth and sped through space.

The Rock of Eternity came into view and Sivana started to laugh. This was the home to the ancient wizard Shazam who granted Captain Marvel his powers. Shazam took certain traits of the gods and granted them to Captain Marvel giving him magically enhanced strength, speed, invulnerability, intellect, stamina, and courage. Shazam was the key to undoing Captain Marvel once and for all.

Landing his rocket near the entrance of the Rock of Eternity, Sivana quietly entered the domain of Shazam. He found himself at a conference room where Shazam sat with the gods that provided Captain Marvel with his powers. After watching them unnoticed for several minutes, the doctor quietly tiptoed away. Now was not the time to spring his trap. He located the sleeping quarters of Shazam and found a place nearby to hide. He would bide his time and wait for the perfect opportunity to execute the next part of his master plan.

Hours passed and Shazam was soon fast asleep. Dr. Sivana tiptoed into the room quietly so he did not wake the old wizard. He soon saw the prize that he had been waiting for. Shazam’s robe of immortality hung on the wall. Taking it off the hook, the doctor placed it on himself feeling the power course through his body. Sivana wanted to laugh with glee, but there was one other prize that he needed to take.

Taking out a small dagger, he walked over to the sleeping wizard and pressed it against his throat. Shazam’s eyes popped open as he stared in astonishment at the villain holding a dagger to his throat. “What is this?” He asked in shock.

“If you want to live, you’ll do what I say old man!” Sivana spat. “I’m going to destroy Captain Marvel and you are going to help me”

Shazam stared at the knife held against his throat. Without his robe of immortality, he was helpless. His powerful magic allowed him to stare into the future and he knew that these events could not be stopped. Sivana would win this day and Captain Marvel would be vanquished.

Dr. Sivana forced the old wizard out of his bed and marched him to the conference room where the gods waited. The gods all gasped when they the doctor marched in with a knife against Shazam’s throat.

“What is this?” Zeus asked.

“Listen to me!” Sivana barked. “You will do as I say or I will kill Shazam where he stands!”

“Don’t kill Shazam!” Hercules cried out. Normally they would have been able to easily defeat the mad scientist, but the combination of the Sivana wearing the robe of immortality and his hostage made the gods helpless to the doctor’s commands.

“Shazam will stay alive as long as you do as I command!” Sivana spat. “Solomon, I want you to strike your name off the plague of eternity!”

Solomon walked over to the plaque shaken up by the doctor’s first command. “But this will take my wisdom away from Captain Marvel!” He protested.

Sivana grinned. “Exactly! Now do as I command or I will kill Shazam!”

The wise king sighed as he crossed his name off the plaque. “I must obey,” He said sadly. “This will cause disaster for earth.”

Shazam hung his head as he addressed the gods in the room. “You must obey Sivana. It is not to save my life, but fate has decreed that he shall defeat Captain Marvel. We are bound to the threads of fate and this is what fate has in store for us.”

The gods nodded slowly as they were now bound to obey Sivana. The doctor chuckled with glee. His plan was working and now fate was on his side. He had many plans to punish Captain Marvel for his interference. Before the hero would suspect something was amiss he would have already have won. “Summon Somnus, the god of sleep, and have him replace your name on the plaque Solomon!”

The wise king’s eyes widened but he nodded and went to obey his new master. Sivana dragged Shazam out of the room with the gods trailing behind like lost puppies. “You will stay in contact with me through the radio I placed in the conference room. Listen for my commands and obey!”

“Yes, we understand,” The gods said in unison.

The rocket took off and headed back to earth. Sivana navigated the ship through Earth’s atmosphere and landed in the middle of the desert. A heavily armored fortress stood in the middle of the desert.

“This is my new fortress that I had built for such an occasion. From here I will conquer the world and you will witness my final victory over Captain Marvel.”

Shazam said nothing as he looked sad of picturing his mentee defeated by this mad scientist. He wished there was something he could do to stop these events from happening, but there was no way to fight against fate.

Dr. Sivana dragged the old wizard into his main control room and handcuffed him to the chair. “Now it’s time for phase 2 of my master plan!” The mad doctor laughed as he went to his computer.

The United Nations was in a panic as they received a message from Dr. Sivana. They knew that from his veracity of attacks against the world that he was not a man to take lightly. The Secretary-General looked over the note.

“I, King Sivana, demand that the United Nations disband! I will now rule Earth from my impregnable fortress! None of your armies will be able to smash it or even dent it. From it I will pour a rain of destruction all over earth unless I am crowned King! I have spoken! P.S. Not even Captain Marvel will be able to wreck my fortress. I’ll even tell him where it is….. by code! Let’s see if he can solve it.”

“We must contact Captain Marvel immediately!” The Secretary-General said urgently.

Within the hour, Captain Marvel arrived at the UN headquarters and sat reading the note. The very bottom of the communication had an elaborate code. The hero knew that there was no code that he could not crack using his power of wisdom. The members of the UN gathered around him wanting to see first hand the power of Captain Marvel.

Unknown to Captain Marvel, his power of wisdom had been taken away and replaced with the power of sleep. The hero stared confused at the code trying his best to crack it. Every time, he tried to activate his power his eyes started to close as he suddenly felt exhausted. The members of the UN looked at each other puzzled why their champion kept falling asleep. Minutes turned into hours and still the hero could not solve the puzzle. Captain Marvel was confused not only not being able to solve his first puzzle, but why he kept falling asleep. Painfully aware of the members of UN watching him, he felt like a fool as he struggled to work on the code.

After several hours, another communication came to the UN from Dr. Sivana. They immediately handed the note to the hero.

“What’s a matter, Captain Marvel? Can’t you solve my simple code or are you just to scared to face me? Since you are too stupid to solve a tiny puzzle, I will tell you where my fortress is. Come to the Inferno Desert if you want to stop me!”

Captain Marvel turned red from embarrassment and crumpled the note in anger. He ran to the window and took off in the air flying full speed to where is enemy plotted to take over the world. He would make the little man pay for taunting him like this, he thought as he the landscape darted past him. Captain Marvel had no idea that he was flying into a trap.

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Todd Fleming

Peter is delivered the man who’s arranged for his abduction and who’s more than happy to share the jock with his associates. Nice CBT & cum control scenes.

Peter – Chapter 2
by Quicky
Series: Peter
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