The orange hue lit the sides of his bruised cheeks.

“What are you doing?” growled Phantom as he glared at The Imp. Slowly, the front zipper of his suit lowered, exposing his smooth and muscular chest. The round globes of muscles shimmered with his sweat. “Stop this!”

The Imp’s hand slipped through the opening of his costume and caressed the warm, wet skin. Phantom gritted his teeth as his body turned translucent. “I might be trapped here. But you can’t touch me.”

The Imp stared at the ghost hero, pulled back his arm, crossed them, and waited with a smirk on his face. Within a minute, Phantom’s body flickered back into existence. The hero panted heavily and looked exhausted. In his current battered state, his abilities took too much of a toll on his body to maintain his intangibility.

“Foolish boy, your powers are already depleted. You can’t defy me,” chuckled The Imp.

The silver hero glared back defiantly, despite knowing that he had no other tricks up his sleeve. If he couldn’t get out of the crystals, his intangibility would not be much use either.

As the villain unzipped Phantom’s costume, he ensured the mask stayed in place. He could tell from his eyes that the hero was a good-looking stud. He couldn’t wait to enslave his newest pet.

The hero’s well-defined washboard abs strained and rippled as he struggled against the frame. A tiny film of perspiration covered the smooth light-brown skin. His perfectly sculptured torso came into full view when the zipper stopped, just below his belly button. The Imp looked up at the flustered hero. “Aww, it doesn’t go below the belt?”

Phantom frowned and snarled in frustration, but nothing could be heard due to Pitch’s abilities. The Imp saw the hero’s covered cock twitch slightly when the cold air came into contact with the naked torso. His hands slid up the sculpted six-pack abs, molesting each mound of the sexy torso, amidst violent opposition from Phantom.

The Imp’s fingers ran across the roll of meat within the confinement of the silver costume. The hunk instinctively stopped struggling and tensed up. Fear flashed in his brown eyes. “Yes…” savored The Imp as he took in Phantom’s apprehension.

Brandishing his right hand, the sprite’s nails grew long and sharp. The tips of his nails lightly scratched the smooth, firm skin of the hero’s chest. Phantom’s entire body continued to tense up as he struggled to get away from the razor-sharp nails.

The nails cut slits along the long sleeves of his sliver suit. The hero’s hard biceps crept into view. Each contour of his defined muscular arms stood out under the spotlight. A fine patch of brown hair covered his musky armpits. Unable to resist, The Imp leaned in for a whiff. His nose brushed against the lightly-haired pits.

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” screamed Phantom futilely. He thrashed about his binds, working up even more sweat and releasing more of the manly musk for The Imp to savor.

“Babe, stop struggling. Don’t waste your energy.”

Phantom’s body relaxed as Wits spoke to him telepathically. The soothing voice calmed down the silver hunk.

“The Imp thrives on your sufferings. Don’t give him the satisfaction.” said Wits as he looked at his bound boyfriend. “He uses his magic to enslave his victims. You need to resist it. He will do anything to break down your mental barrier.”

A flame rekindled in Phantom’s eyes. His lover’s words had given him a little bit of strength. He nodded slightly back in acknowledgment.

A sharp nail grazed gently around the sizeable brown areola around his nipples, circling and teasing the erotic spot. Phantom gritted his teeth. He could not believe that his most sensitive area was about to be exploited by a villain.

“These sexy and firm nipples are just begging for me to play with them,” smirked the excited villain.

Firm hands grabbed onto Phantom’s muscular breasts and groped the mounds of muscle. The tight grip around his pectorals felt incredibly arousing.

The slender fingers gently pressed against the large brown nipples and began stroking and lightly flicking them. Then, teasingly, the villain pinched the taut tips and tortured the peaks.

Phantom moaned silently. “Oh fuck!”

The villain unlocked sensations that the hero didn’t even know existed. He was pudding in the evil hands of The Imp, rendered utterly helpless by his touch.

Desperately trying to resist the pleasure, Phantom shook his head violently and bit his lips. He couldn’t give in. He couldn’t give in to such perverted treatments.

As the rubbing continued, his cock twitched within his costume. The Imp quickly noticed the hardening length and winked playfully at the struggling Phantom. “Ohhh? Who knew a Top Five would be such a kinky slut?  All hard from a little rubbing on those sweet nips.”

A small wet spot appeared at the bulging groin. “Argh, argh!!” struggled Phantom as overwhelming pleasure flowed throughout his muscular body from his nipples. “No… Stop… Stop playing with my nipples.”

Despite the hero’s protests, The Imp simply kept pinching, twisting, and teasing the sharp, brown nipples, savoring the sight of beautiful and mesmerizing protuberances as his fingers caressed them.

“Looks like someone is enjoying having his tits played with,” teased The Imp. Phantom’s cheeks turned bright red as he stifled his moans. He couldn’t help it when the villain stimulated his nipples so expertly. He would cum in his suit at this rate.

“It’s only a matter of time until you become my sexy new pet,” smiled The Imp. “Let’s see how long you can last. Pitch.”

“Enhance sensitivity.”

Uncontrollably. Wits’ eyes lit up blue. “NO!”

Phantom’s face contorted with mind-shattering pleasure. It was as though his nipples had become a set of cocks. Each pinch and twist to his taut nipples sent explosive sensations to overwhelm his mind and body. The overwhelming ecstasy was too much for Phantom.

“AHHH! FUCK! GOD! FUCKING HELL!” His eyes rolled up as his whole body jerked. His mouth opened in shock from the electrifying experience.

The wet patch at Phantom’s groin expanded, slick with cum.

As his body slumped back in exhaustion, his eyes bulged from the mind-blowing experience. It was the best orgasm he had ever had. The hero’s head rested on his chest as his body heaved heavily. A string of drool dripped from his open mouth.

Oh, s-shit. I can’t believe I just came from my nipples getting played by a villain.

The Imp stopped his torture as he watched his magic circles light up.

“You are good, my boy.” smiled The Imp as he wrapped an arm around Phantom’s slender and muscular torso. “A good tough one.”

The villain’s body leaned into the hero’s muscular frame, wrapping the bound and exposed hero in an embrace. Phantom could feel his captor’s warm body engulf his torso. It was somewhat comforting.

The Imp’s face leaned in close to one of the hero’s swollen brown nipples. His tongue flicked out, licking off the thin layer of salty sweat. Phantom’s face shot right up, gritting his teeth. After his first ejaculation, he could barely hold onto his sanity. It was getting more difficult with each lustful touch from the villain.

The Imp’s began to roll his tongue around the sensitive tip, toying with it between his moist and smooth lips. He knew this was driving the hero insane. “So delicious. I really can’t resist playing with such a cute stud,” moaned The Imp as his own cock began to rise.

With the villain’s skillful licking, Phantom’s cock began to stiffen again. The silver hero growled amid his pleasure, trying his best to resist the second round of nipple torture. But, as the warm and moist lips wrapped around his most erotic spot, he knew that he would lose this battle again.

His hips jerked as he felt the villain’s hand stroking his ultra-sensitive cock. “No…”

The licking intensified as The Imp grew visibly hornier. Phantom thrashed about, trying to pull his body away from the villain’s mouth. Wits was forced to watch his muscular body twist and turn in such a lewd manner. Knowing his lover was watching his lewd spasms somehow turned Phantom on even more.

The Imp’s mouth expertly suckled the hero’s right nipple as his hand flicked and pinched at the left. The lingering sensation from his orgasm only added to their sensitivity, causing the silver hero to squirm in his bounds.

“ARGH! ARGH!! NO! S-Shit!” groaned Phantom as his entire body trembled intensely. “S-shit… I-I… I’m cumming.”

His hips arched forward sharply as the damp spot on his groin grew even bigger.

“Fuck!” Sweat dripped from his wet brown hair. Phantom’s face displayed a look of trauma and shame as he panted heavily from the second forced orgasm.

The magic circles lit up again.

His will was fading away. The hero could feel that there was something evil waiting at the paper-thin boundary of his mental mind, ready to breach at any moment.

The chair rocked violently and loudly, knocking against the floor as the captive telepath thrashed around his binds. Wits screamed telepathically into The Imp’s head. “LET HIM GO, YOU FUCKER!”

Panting heavily, Phantom looked down on the bobbing head slurping his cock. Sweat glistened off his smooth tanned skin as he shifted uncomfortably in his binds. The cold air stiffened his sensitive nipples. The strain on his throat caused him to cough occasionally.

The Imp’s vile plan weighed on his heart. This wasn’t going to end well, no matter what happened. He could only cum at the expense of his lover’s life.

“Argh,” Phantom gritted his teeth as he struggled to keep his cock soft. It was easier said than done, with his cock sheathed in one of the sexiest studs he knew. As his cock hardened uncontrollably, he knew he was losing this battle of control… again. Tears welled up at the corner of his eyes. Never an actual believer, Phantom gazed upwards in desperation. “Please God… Help me.”

Unfortunately, his prayers went unheard as his thick rod grew to its full length in his lover’s mouth. He was inching closer to release. He cried out despite knowing that no one could not hear his pleas. “Argh! Please stop! Wits! Don’t!”

Wits’ hot tongue tickled his sensitive underside, sending a wave of pleasure shivering up the hero’s spine. Phantom could feel the tip of the tongue fondling his leaking piss-slit, licking off his sweet and salty precum. His cock continued to twitch and throb with ecstasy. He was close to release. So close.

“Wits! P-Please. Please stop this! I can’t let you die here!”

His cock spewed volumes of pre-cum down his lover’s throat. He was so close to release… but never close enough. His eyes widened in realization. They were dancing on the edge. Wits knew him and his body well enough to know when he would shoot. The telepath was sucking him off as carefully as he could. He was buying time for them.

A telepathic thought echoed in his mind. “Babe. Hold on. We can do it. Help will be coming.”

“Yes. We can,” Phantom refocused his concentration. A shimmer of hope renewed in his eyes. Together, they could defy this villain’s perverted game. They will get out of this together.

As the handsome face continued to bob up and down on his dick, Phantom’s body quickly acclimated to the pleasure that initially shook his senses. Even though his penis was painfully erect, he could hold out his release with this level of edging. They could overcome this dilemma in time, thought Phantom. However, that thought quickly vanished as the silver hero felt a pair of hands on his hips.

Phantom could hear a whisper from behind his ears. “I hate being made a fool. Don’t think I haven’t realized what you were doing.”

SHIT! It’s too soon!

The hands moved to cup his bubble butt, kneading his muscular cheeks.

FUCK!

One hand went away. Phantom heard a wet slurping sound from behind.

No! Please No!

Something wet, thin, and hard. Poking around his clutched pucker. A finger.

Argh!

Phantom’s face winced in pain as the first finger intruded into his tight anal ring. His hips jerked forward, pushing his thick cock further down Wits’ throat. The villain’s finger relentlessly thrust in and out of his hole. Pain and pleasure shook his silver costumed body.

Panting in heat, a second finger probed at his chute. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

By the time a third finger got into him, Phantom was tearing up with pleasure. He was struggling to hold on. The Imp’s submissive magic had already weakened his mind. He was on the verge of cumming. But he was torn, knowing his awaited release could end his lover’s life.

As the fingers withdrew from his chute, his eyes widened in fear. He would rather continue getting finger-fucked than what was about to happen.

The thick and hard object roughly slapped his bouncy butt cheeks before the head eased into his now loosened entrance.

“Please no. Don’t do this.” Phantom grunted in protest.

Inch by inch, The Imp’s thick erect rod disappeared into his tight hole. The hero’s body arched forward, and his muscular arms pulled against the crystal binds. Veins popped out from all over his forehead, arms, and across his torso. Phantom bellowed in pain as his ass felt like it was on fire. The thick member quickly found the hero’s prostate and began relentlessly pounding the sensitive G-spot, causing the hero to yell out in shock and pleasure.

Shocked, Wits began to protest the rape of his boyfriend. His lips left the throttling cock to plead with the villain, causing the collar around Phantom’s neck to tighten. The silver hero emitted a strangled yell amid the painful ass-fucking. His vision blurred with forced tears, and his face quickly reddened. Struggling for air, he squirmed about his binds. The pain, pleasure, and oxygen deprivation were quickly threatening his consciousness.

As the chocking continued, Wits glanced up in fear and worry. “No! Jack, I’m sorry”. He quickly re-wrapped his warm lips around the beautiful cock.

The suffocation quickly subsided. Phantom was panting rapidly. The burning pain around his rim had subsided and was replaced by increasing pleasure. The silver hero shook his head side-to-side. His body accelerated toward orgasm at a tremendous pace. He wasn’t sure if his weakened mind could stop its surge.

Phantom could feel the villain’s breath on his neck. Hands caressed his muscular washboard abs from behind, and gradually the fingers found their way on top of his taut dark nipples.

“God! Nooo!” moaned Phantom with half-lidded eyes. It’s too much. Too much for him.

As the fingers pinched and twisted his sensitive nipples, Phantom knew this was the end.

He looked down at Wits’ wet hair. The silver hero struggled in his binds. Tears flowed down as he screamed and begged in vain, in absolute silence, “Please stop this, Matt! S-Stop sucking! Just let me be the one instead! PLEASE! I hate you! Stop now!”

His boyfriend’s teary eyes looked up at Phantom.

“I love you, Jack.”

His balls pulled upward, and his muscular body tensed up. His cock throbbed uncontrollably in the warm and wet confines. Pleasure coursed through his cock and left his body in sweet ecstasy, creaming the insides of his lover’s mouth.

“URGH!” Wits yelled out. His airway was cut off as the web collar tightened around his neck like constricting python. His eyes reddened quickly as the blood flowing into his head was slowly cut off. His handsome face contorted in anguishing pain and grasping desperately for air. In his last struggle for survival, the muscular telepath thrashed about in his chair, limbs locked to the frame.

Tears streamed down beneath Phantom’s mask as the hero screamed and pled for the villain’s mercy. As his will was shattered from witnessing his beloved descending slowly to his end, the orange magic circles lit up vividly. Black ungodly chains sprung from within Phantom’s mind, snaking up his screaming consciousness, shackling his limbs, twirling around his neck, mouth, and finally, his face. With only his eyes left to peer through the window of his soul, the chains began dragging down his mental self, tugging the struggling muffled hunk into the abyss.

Phantom’s physical body entered a seizure and burst into a series of violent fits on the X frame. His mind was slowly rewritten, suppressing his consciousness in his mental prison. Despite being suffocated, Wits shook violently. His telepathic pleas were like music to the hedonistic villain’s ears.

Savoring the sight of his evil masterpiece, The Imp laughed manically. Oh, the intense pleasure. Ecstasy beyond comparison. A fitting demise of two powerful heroes and lovers. How he wished he could freeze this moment forever