Rays of moonlight lit the dark pathways of Orange Walk District. A full moon hung in the sky, illuminating the empty industrial park. A small shadowy figure can be spotted alone, wandering around with a small hand-held device.

 

Dressed in his black lab scrubs, the petite man was a renowned scientist known to many as the dark scientist. The man gripped tightly to his device as he studied the readings on its display. “It should be somewhere,” he muttered to himself as he slowly surveyed the dark, empty alleys between the factories and offices.

 

Three months ago, True Blue, one of the greatest superheroes, went missing. He was last seen at Orange Walk District. His investigation revealed that one of his peers, Dr. Byron, was also spotted in this area. The man, too, went missing around the time True Blue did. This seems too much of a coincidence to the brilliant scientist. He hypothesized that the foolish Dr. Byron must have taken measures to avenge his boss and somehow managed to do it. But the question is how?

 

Maybe Byron managed to obtain secrets from the supernatural domain. That was one of his many hypotheses, at least, and that’s what he was testing out today. With the quiet, eerie peace of the night, the scientist was hoping to detect some traces of supernatural energies, but so far, to no avail.

 

As he was about to call it a night, his eyes widened as the reading skyrocketed. Unaware of his surroundings, a figure slowly overshadowed the distracted, petite scientist.

 

Shortly after, a burst of hysterical laughter broke the silence of the night.

 

“Sigh,” Ember Man frowned as he exited the Alliance’s mission boardroom. After months of analyzing the massive crystal encasing the hero leader, they still have no clue how to free him from his humiliating prison. To calm the public, they made a public announcement that True Blue had embarked on a mission to save another world, but that story did not appease the public concerns about the hero leader’s sudden disappearance. A sense of helplessness washed across his gentle face, knowing that he could not be of much help.

 

As the towering hero took a deep breath, his muscled chest filled with renewed energy. Dressed in his crimson red sleeveless hero suit with black highlights streaming across, the fire hero wore a classic crimson domino mask that exuded his usual fiery confidence. The skintight suit left nothing to be imagined as his sizeable muscular chest and ripped washboard abs were visible through the fabric. His exposed, toned muscular arms framed his Adonis body.

 

His handsome and gentle face quickly returned to its usual confidence. While he couldn’t do much for True Blue, there was still a lot he could do for the greater good.

 

A new batch of heroes had enlisted a couple of months back – two young, promising Elementalists. Elementalists were rare in the world, so it was surprising that two of them joined the Alliance at the same time. Being an Elementalist himself, it was natural that the Alliance voted him to be their mentor.

 

Heading to the classroom where the eager young heroes await, the sensitive hero felt nostalgic. He wondered how his mentor was doing. It had been a while.

 

 

Deep in the woods of Blue Fields Outskirts, a brick cottage sat comfortably at the base of a massive redwood tree. A small garden lay outside on the right of the cottage. A colorful array of rare herbs and magical plants thrive in the plot of land, basking in the morning light.

 

Behind the cottage’s wooden door, the interior was filled with tomes, charms, and potions. A crack of sunlight shone through the window. Seated at his round coffee table, the cottage occupant was reading the metropolitan newspaper. The man wore a large, oversized olive-colored tunic over his large muscular figure and a set of brown pants.

 

Unlike most nature sorcerers who relied solely on magic, Erwin Istvan ensured his body was well maintained. The 42-year-old was massively ripped like a human mountain. He towered over most men at 6ft7′ (205cm). Two monumental slabs of pectoral muscles rested upon his chest, with a set of dark dime-sized nipples. His handsome facial features appeared tough and rugged, with a head of short spikey black hair sprinkled with grey that adds to the sorcerer hero’s mature charm. His stoic brown eyes can seem intimidating to many, but they also give him a sense of seriousness and mystery. To many, Erwin is the perfect picture of a ‘daddy’. 

 

As usual, the news was about the constant chaos in Cindra Metropolitan. The recent headlines reported that dozens of bodybuilders went missing, with no discrimination of race, gender, or religion. His brows furrowed as he pondered how this world was in such mayhem even with the Supes. 

 

[Commentary: Missing or mission – The Truth on True Blue] read one of the columns. Below was the last picture of the Top-Five posing together – True Blue, Velocity, Ember Man, Wits, and Phantom. Erwin held his gaze on the photo.

 

 

As he reminisced the past with his impulsive and hot-headed mentee, he was interrupted by a knock on his front door. The sorcerer hero was surprised as he usually did not have unannounced visitors.

 

 

The front door was flung inwards along its hinges.

 

“Knock, knock, who’s there?” a mischievous male voice chuckled. “It’s me!”

 

In the face of the impending threat, Erwin shot up from his seat and instinctively readied himself in his battle stance – feet firmly rooted to the ground, right hand above his head, and left at shoulder height. Red glowing magic circles appeared before his hands as he primed his signature flame magic.

 

“Who are you?” questioned the hulking sorcerer in his low, powerful voice.

 

The figure was tall and slender but not as tall as the colossal hero. Clothed casually in plain white tee and jeans, the youthful stranger looked harmless. With messy copper-red locks and a freckle-sprinkled boyish face, a lustful smirk spread across the young man’s face. A gleam of happiness shone in his eyes.

 

 

The flame sorcerer maintained his battle stance despite what seemed like an innocent young man. His years of experience had told him that this young man was not what he appeared to be.

 

The man stood casually in the face of the battle-ready hero, his eyes scanning the hero’s head to toe and studying the hero’s features carefully.

 

“Doc said that you are much stronger and powerful than the rest we got. And it seems that he’s right. After all, the man who trained one of the top heroes today should be quite impressive. Right…? Mr. Imperial Flame?”

 

Focusing his attention on the strange intruder, Erwin threatened, “Leave now. That’s my last warning.”

 

“From Hague Domain as well.” the figure remarked as he observed the magic circles. “In that case, you would have heard of me. I’m The Imp.” 

 

Imperial Flame’s eyes furrowed. The Imp was one of the seven supernatural sprites of the magical domain, Hague Domain. He was infamous for his cruelty and sadistic nature. Many had encountered The Imp, and few managed to survive to tell the tales of this mythical being. Not a single tale painted a good picture of this being.

 

Thoughts raced in the stoic hero’s mind. This man… no. This thing is dangerous.

 

Without hesitation, the flame sorcerer launched a fireball attack at the looming figure. Swiftly, The Imp expertly avoided the attack. “Whoa! Hey dude, that is not cool!”

 

Ignoring The Imp’s comments, he continued his barrage of fireballs, summoning from the two magic circles at his hands. The nimble being darted around, avoiding each fireball with grace and ease. It was as if to mock the hero’s attempt to take him down.

 

Without warning, a sharp pain shot up from his ankle. The hero looked down to find a tiny basilisk, a serpent-like creature. Its fangs were embedded in his flesh. A wave of dizziness quickly clouded his mind as its poison quickly breached the hero’s system.

 

The hulking hero leaped back and shot a fireball at the creature, burning it to a crisp. He glanced back up at the villain, but he was no longer there. In his position was a large wolf-like beast, a Lycan. The canine-faced beast stood nearly as tall as the hero but had much larger and more powerful muscles, coated in snow-white fur. Like a gorilla, its torso was hairless, with a visible set of muscular pecs and rock-hard eight-packs.

 

Confused, the weakened hero felt a powerful kick to his back that thrust his massive body forward into the beast’s muscled torso. The furred muscular arms wrapped around the hero in a bear hug. The Imp appeared from behind and whispered into the struggling hero’s ears, “I didn’t expect this to be so easy though.”

 

As his consciousness slowly slipped, the fire sorcerer cast a large magic circle below him. Strong, powerful flames engulfed him and both his perpetrators. His eyes widened in shock as The Imp seemed impervious to his magic flames while the Lycan’s thick fur was slightly singed. As the poison continued to run its course, the hero’s concentration was too weak to effectively cast any more magic.

 

“You are not the only one with magic tricks, you know.” smiled The Imp as he dispelled the struggling hero’s last spell. “Now be a good sexy man and take a nap for me.”

 

Pulling him off its chest, the Lycan gripped the hero by the neck. The choking hero held the creature’s arm firmly, feebly attempting to break free. With a strong flung, the beast sent the colossal hero crashing through his library of tomes and charms. The throw left the cottage’s interior in a mess, as the hero’s muscular form smashed the furnishing to smithereens.

 

As the dust settled, the hero sorcerer sat amidst the wreckage. Badly scratched up, his bloodied head resting on his chest, eyes closed and unconscious.

 

The classroom was small and relatively sparse, equipped with only a whiteboard and some study desks. The young, widely framed rookie hero lay face down, cheeks pressed against the surface of his desk.

 

“Ember Man is late again,” complained the young man. We need some action and not more lectures if we want to be ready for the field.”

 

His new friend and roommate, Kai, grinned widely beside him. “Come on, Giotto. Cheer up, somehow I think we will get some action today.”

 

“I doubt so. Since True Blue went missing, Ember Man has been pretty much an ass-“

 

The door abruptly opened, and the fire Elementalist walked in. The two new rookies quickly sat up straight in the face of a Top-Five. Ember Man was kind of like their homeroom teacher and mentor. With him being the only Elementalist in the Alliance, it made sense why. But Ember Man had not been giving them the proper hero education needed. Since the incident, the fire hero had always been too distraught to guide them.

 

Bare thirty minutes into the urban warfare lecture, Ember Man’s mission communicator buzzed. Glancing a look, an astonished look flashed across the handsome hero’s face.

 

“That will be all for today. Read and finish chapter 15 by the next lesson.” With that, Ember Man swiftly exited the room. Kai and Giotto stared blankly at each other, confused.

 

“Again, I’m starting to regret my choice to join. Should have just stayed being a lifeguard. There was so much more action on the beach,” sighed Giotto, who spent his childhood at a nearby beach cove. “We used to just sit by the beach carefreely and watch the team of lifeguards at work. At least we got to learn by watching- “

 

Giotto’s deep brown eyes widened as an idea popped into his mind. “Hey Kai, pack up. Let’s go!”

 

“What? Wait up!” exclaimed a surprised Kai. Giotto had already bolted out of the room.

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Ember Man stood in the mission control room. Velocity was handling the dashboard and trying to investigate the situation at hand. The other Top-Fives, Wits and Phantom, were explaining something to him, but his focus was not on their words. His eyes were set on the large screen in the room. The setting was a large all-white room. Right in the middle, there was a hulking figure.

 

“No… Imperial Flame!” the fire hero swallowed hard.

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“Is that who I think it is?” Giotto asked, turning to face Kai.

 

The young heroes stood discreetly outside the mission control room, peering in through the small glass pane on the door. Analyzing the situation on the screen, Kai muttered, “Yes… That’s Imperial Flame. But… why is he in that…?”

 

Both rookie heroes stood in silence, hearts in their throats as they waited to see the fate of the famous flame sorcerer.

 

The white light from the monitor shone brightly onto the petite scientist’s face. The muscular figure remained motionless, suspended by a strong magnetic field through the metallic cuffs around his thick neck, wrists, and ankles. As Dr. Grimadell studied the monitors and various readings, he recalled his strange encounter three weeks ago.

 

The Imp appeared before him when he was surveying the industrial park for traces of supernatural energy. Through his years of research, The Imp was portrayed in many sightings as a hedonistic being that traveled between dimensions. It had been spending its last century playing, torturing, and collecting powerful specimens across multiple worlds and universes.

 

With this knowledge, the cunning scientist made a pact with The Imp that fateful night. Dr. Grim wanted to study the extraordinary abilities of superheroes and how their powers manifest. He believed that such a discovery would propel the field of science.

 

 

Setting his sights on obtaining the Top Fives, he needed The Imp’s abilities to procure his research subjects. With the promise to deliver the powerful heroes to The Imp’s clutches, the eager mystical being accepted the scientist’s offer with no hesitation.

 

“Come on, Doc,” whined The Imp, “I want to have some fun now. Those gym junkies couldn’t even last a couple of hours. Especially the girls, they barely lasted ten minutes before they break.”

 

The scientist fixed his gaze on The Imp. Then he assumed the Sprite, “Soon.”

 

“Uughh,” groaned the hero sorcerer as the cobwebs in his mind started to clear. The poison from the basilisk had left him with an excruciating headache. As his senses recovered, the hunk realized he was in a large white room. Above him was a dark gallery where colorful lights from the countless monitors and buttons could be seen.

 

The scratched-up hero was held suspended in a Y-position. His muscular arms hung above his head, and his toes barely touched the ground. With metal cuffs around his neck, wrists, and ankles, they held Imperial Flame’s limbs firmly apart through an invisible magnetic field. Both of his large muscular pecs were stretched to his sides. His cleanly shaved armpits were visibly exposed. His bulging washboard abs were stretched along his wide and long torso. The hero’s shredded, raw physique was displayed in all its glory.

 

Glancing around to look for an escape, the hero realized that he was stripped down to his nether garments. Anger washed over the hero at his state of undress.

 

 

The manly, rugged hunk wore a particular design set of red bikini tongs. The triangle cloth at the front struggled to keep his large member contained. Connecting to the fabric were four sets of red strings that extended around his waist to between his butt crack. His undergarment did nothing to hide his huge bubble butt and a massive set of eggs. His large tennis-ball-sized testicles hung freely.

 

 

As his fingers were free, with a slight motion, he cast a glowing red magic circle to torch the metallic cuffs keeping him prisoner. The instant the flames were ignited, the room temperature plummeted. The weakened hero’s flames quickly dissipated. Goosebumps erupted across his muscular body. His nipples were erected as soon as the cold breeze brushed against them.

 

“Good, now we can start,” a soft voice muttered as the door to the room opened slowly. A thin, frail-looking man dressed in a complete set of cold gear entered the freezing white room and pushed a small trolley of tools.

 

“Release me now,” grunted the flame sorcerer in his deep voice, his frosty breath visible. Imperial Flame struggled to flame up again, but the cold was too much for his flames to form. The weakened hero was barely keeping himself warm in the sub-zero temperature.

 

Without a word, the scientist reached out with his black latex gloves. Imperial Flame felt a set of icy-cold hands on his chest, and his bubble butt as the scientist gently groped the defenseless hero. The hunk felt insulted like a cheap slab of meat being felt up at the market. The hero grunted angrily at the violation.

 

The scientist ignored the hero as he gathered some tools from his trolley. Taking a cotton swab, he reached out to collect the layers of the sweat of the hero’s exposed armpits. The hero flinched slightly as the swab tickled the smooth contours of his cleanly shaved pits.

 

Maintaining a stoic expression, the hero continued to stare at the man angrily. “What are you doing?”

 

“Sample 1 collected,” murmured the scientist to himself. “Next…” Proceeding to the hero’s behind, the pair of gloved hands spread the bound hunk’s glutes.

 

“You perv!” uttered the stoic hero as the scientist took out a long swab and rubbed the cotton tip around the hunk’s musky pucker, teasing the tight ring of muscle. The hero could feel the thin cold swab slowly penetrating his ass deeply, sending a wave of pleasure up his spine with the intrusion. There was a stirring in his groins as the swab went in deeper.

 

“Fuck you,” cursed the manly, mature sorcerer as he ground his teeth to resist the pleasure. An erotic tickling sensation filled the hero as the thin swab began to exit his muscled rear end slowly. The scientist murmured again, “Sample 2 collected.”

 

Moving to face the hero, the scientist stared at his trapped, hulking subject with cold eyes. “Last sample,” said the petite man as his hands reached out and flipped down the hero’s red tong. His large flaccid penis flopped out from its confines.

 

“You son of a bitch! Let me go!” bellowed the angry hunk, breaking his stoic stance as his private part was fully exposed for whatever plans the villain had.

 

“We can’t have that,” said the visibly displeased scientist, again ignoring the hero. He raised a hypodermic syringe that contained a blue liquid.

 

“The fuck is that? You are not injecting me with that!” protested the hero as he struggled violently against his binds to no avail.

 

Skilfully, the scientist injected the dose directly into the hero’s balls without hesitation. “That should get it erected.”

 

The mighty flame sorcerer let out a bellowing roar as unbearable pain shot through his massive figure. The hero panted profusely as the pain in his overly large testicles slowly subsided. The drug was making his internal body heat rise. His once stoic face was flustered as warm blood circulated rapidly within his system. Despite the freezing temperature, his body was covered in a thin layer of gleaming sweat. The hunk felt his massive phallus stirring and tried to resist the drug. But his member grew quickly and soon stood at full mast—all 11 inches of the thick rod. As the icy cold air caressed his large rigid member, it twitched slightly, and a clear droplet of precum escaped from his piss slit.

 

“Now… the last sample,” as the scientist took another cotton swab. Barely grasping the hero’s massive penis, the tiny hands held the thick and long dick firmly. The evil scientist took out a thin and long swab from his tray and angled the tip of the swab onto the piss slit of the swollen head. As the hulking hero recovered his thoughts from his drug-induced erection, the realization of his predicament struck him. “No! STOP IT! Not there!”

 

Ignoring his protests, the petite hands wriggled the rod into the hero’s urethra, penetrating the piss slit as it descended deeper into the hero. The mighty hero’s eyes shot wide open as his most sensitive area was breached.

 

“ARGGHH!! FUCK YOU!” roared the struggling hero in his deep voice as excruciating pain rocked his muscular form. His muscular body contorted in pain within its confines, displaying a raw masculine power.

 

The scientist paused the intrusion after the swab went deep into the phallus. He slightly twisted the rod and sent a sharp pain electrifying through the hunk. His jaws opened, and his eyes watered as the hero’s mind went blank momentarily from the pain.

 

With that, the scientist had finished his task. He carefully extracted the thin swab from the engorged member and tried to cover the erected member with the tong. A sense of relief comforted the tortured hero. The pain, while devastating, had not broken the rugged hero. Barely recovered from the experience, Imperial Flame let out a long, low grunt and shot an angry, determined glance at the villain.

 

As expressionlessly as before, the petite scientist stared coldly back into the hero’s eyes and murmured again to himself, “Sample 3 collected.” He turned and left with his trolley, leaving the angry and confused hero suspended in his confines in the icy-cold room.