Chapter 18

As the evening sun hung low on the horizon, the beast roared with its beaked mouth.

The three Top Five had been throwing superpowered punches, fireballs, and energy blasts at the beast for the last couple of hours since the encounter. The results of the high-powered attacks showed as the beast’s movement slowed down. Cindra Alliance’s mission dispatch team had requested backup from Kant City, but it would take at least another half-hour before the first hero arrived.

*Thump*
 
A sound of a fallen heavy body could be heard against the Kaiju’s thick hide.

“Crap!” exclaimed Phantom as he spotted a motionless yellow figure lying down on the back of the beast. Velocity had collapsed due to overexertion. His blonde hair was drenched with sweat as his face contorted with pain and exhaustion. 

He must have been out of his energy-sustaining pills for a while now and have been using up his reserve energy to distract the beast. That stubborn man!
 
A blade slashed through the air towards the fallen yellow speedster. “S-shit,” Phantom rocketed down to fetch the overly dehydrated hero and phased themselves through the scythe. 

Quickly, he lifted the heavy body of the hero to a nearby tree, out of the Kaiju’s sight. “Damn it, you shouldn’t have overextended.”

“No… W-we need to stop that thing,” let out the groggy hero as he slipped in and out of his consciousness. His blood sugar was dangerously low.

“You just stay put. I don’t have much but here’s an energy gel. I only have one,” The sliver lad tore off the packaging and fed the gel into the speedster’s mouth. Picking up Velocity’s communicator, he synced with his own to monitor his friend’s vitals before marking a distress signal. “The response team is on their way, stay awake until they are here.”

Velocity nodded feebly as he sucked up the rest of the high-energy gel. He felt much better already. Phantom leaped off into the air and returned to support the fire Elementalist. 

Ember Man is incredible, he has been going at full power for close to two hours now. We probably won’t have held back the Kaiju without him. 
 
A visibly worn-out Ember Man looked up at the levitating hero. “How is Velocity?”

“He’s okay. Just dehydrated and low on sugar. He’s safe for now.”

“Good,” sighed a relieved Ember Man as he refocused on his fiery attacks on the beast, “We need more firepower! Where is Wits?!”
 
Phantom looked again at his communicator. There was a long chain of messages but no reply. It was not like Wits to ignore mission communications. The sinking feeling in his gut intensified. The silver hunk sent another worried message, “Babe? Are you okay? Where are you?”

Chapter 19

His dark once-neat hair laid down messily on his forehead, damp with sweat. The telepath hero panted profusely as he slowly recovered from the euphoric shock.  

“You are born into a distinguished family, talented, diligent. On top of all that, you have got the looks. Really quite the perfect man,” teased The Imp as he recalled from the scientist’s files.

Wits shot back a defiant look as he recovered his mental fortitude and pushed back on The Imp’s magic feelers. “You fiend… Release me! And Imperial Flame!”

Snapping his fingers, The Imp signaled the next phase. The vampire teen nodded and chanted, “Enhance arousal, enhance testosterone, enhance sensitivity…”

Wits’ eyes blinked bright blue uncontrollably again. Instantly, a wave of sensation and hormones flooded through the hero’s body and mind. 

My body feels… Hot. Feels… good.

Wits panted even more profusely, trying to contain the turmoil of powerful sensations brewing within himself.

“W-what… How are you using my powers?”

“I’m glad you asked. Pitch has the ability to compel his listeners to act based on his speech commands. Usually, he’s not able to make such drastic effects but unfortunately for you, your own augmentation abilities played a huge part here.”

The Imp grabbed both of the hero’s pectoral muscles, pushing out the muscular breasts. At the tip sat the hero’s brown, erected nipples. The tight grope on his chest made the hero swallow hard.

“Amazing, your lustful nipples are all perked up. Such incredible body.” 

Without warning, The Imp latched his luscious lips onto the chest and hungrily suckled the sensitive tips, giving the most incredible head to the hero’s man-tits. His nipples felt like they had become a second dick. He never even imagined a single lick to his tits could feel this good. Each lick sent immerse pleasure, wrecking the hero’s mental fortitude. He shook in his metal binds as tremors of pleasure washed through his whole body.

Wits threw his head back. His vision turned white as his mouth was wide open and screaming in silence and in shock. The overwhelming sensations electrified his entire body as his powerful mind went hazy instantly.

“URGH! Ohh! Ohh!! Noo!”

Wave after wave of bliss wash­ed away his will and erod­ed the foun­da­tions of his re­sis­tance, making his cock enflamed with lust and swelled to its full size beneath his black dress pants. A thin trail of drool dribbled from the corner of the dazed hero’s mouth. The orange magic circles glowed brightly.

Pleased with his luscious meal, The Imp gave the tips a final lick with his tongue. The hunky telepath’s body shuddered as the ordeal ended. A layer of the villain’s saliva gleamed on the hero’s taut nipples. Wits was feeling so hot and hard down there that he knew he was bulging obviously through his cos­tume.

Something like this… How could I feel so good…? 
 
“It… doesn’t feel good…,” growled a panting Wits defiantly, in denial of his own emotions.
 
“You say that but you’re definitely feeling good, my hero,” teased The Imp as he leaned back in on the hero’s majestic chest and took a bit on the tip of the brown nipple. A sharp sense of pain and pleasure stabbed into the hero’s mind.  

Wits shook his head wildly. “No… no… no…,” the hero slurred as he willed himself to believe the words through sheer repetition, even though he doubted their honesty.
 

Chapter 20

As our hero laid spread out on the cold metal table, his exposed muscular chest heaved heavily between his white dress shirt. His eyes were still unfocused as he tried to recover from The Imp’s vile exploration on his man-tits. 

Not letting the hero have a moment of rest, The Imp began to fiddle with the hero’s belt buckle. With one quick motion, he slid the leather through the belt loops and lowered the fly. Lowering the pant down to the hero’s cuffed ankle, his thick beefy thighs and muscled calves were exposed to the cold air. 

A pair of black underwear hugged the hero’s slender waist and bubble butt, failing to hide an obvious erection that was tenting in its tight constraints. The moist garment was stained with pre-cum and sweat, giving off a sweet musky scent. 

The Imp beamed with pride at the soaked underwear, “Can’t believe there was so much pre-cum, just from my teasing on your delicious nipples.”

Wits flustered with shame, as The Imp’s words took him back to reality. He screamed mentally, “STOP! W-what are you doing?!”

In a quick motion, The Imp pulled down the underwear to reveal the massive package. The 6.3′ phallus bounced up from its constraints and stood proudly erected in the cold air. Precum leaked in streams along the veiny thick rod. The swollen circumcised head gleamed tantalizingly under the spotlight. 

The villain held the large, erected penis in his hand and gently rubbed the sensitive frenulum with his thumb, the part just below the piss slit. Wits let out a huge moan, still silenced by Pitch’s ability. The Imp leaned in onto the hunk’s sensitive gland, taking in the musky scent. His breath caressed the erected rod. “Please… No…” begged Wits telepathically. 

Like a snake, the mischievous man darted his tongue and licked the hero’s piss slit, enjoying the sweet and salty taste of pre-cum. Wits’ eyes rolled back into his socket as the blinding pleasure shot through his shaft, “Argh!”

“Can’t… Can’t give in…” muttered Wits in his thoughts. He was shak­ing, sweat­ing, and pant­i­ng with the ef­fort to maintain his mental barrier. Each time his barrier went down, the feelers eroded his mental resistance further, making it hard to push back. As the supervillain began to suckle on the crown of his gland viciously, Wits shook his head from side to side as he pulled on his restraints. “Urgh… This is… This is too much!” 
 
Like a boa swallowing its prey, The Imp engulfed the hero’s veiny thick rod in his warm mouth. Wits’ vision went white with sweet pleasure. Tears formed on the corners of his striking blue eyes as the mind-blowing sensation turned his powerful brain turned into a mash.

“Oh! Fuck… Yes,” as he let out the intense experience he was having. The forcefully augmented senses were driving the telepath into lustful madness. As his vision slowly returned, the hunk looked down his ripped body as he watched the villain suck his thick shaft off with a set of teary eyes.

His pleasure centers were overwhelmed as the urge for release was driving the man wild with lust. Wits let out a thundering bellow with pure orgasmic bliss as he reached the point of no return. Jets of pure white creamy semen erupted into The Imp’s mouth and some of it drizzled down the supervillain’s lips. 

Swallowing the hero’s powerful essence, The Imp wiped the remaining spunk off his lips, “Deliciously sweet.”

The spent superhero lie heaving profusely on the table as he was dazed out from the most incredible blowjob in his life. The orange magic circles around his head glowed brightly.
 

Chapter 21

With his pants still around his cuffed ankles, the Imp unlatched the binds on the weakened hero’s legs. Extremely exhausted from the explosive orgasm, Wits struggled feebly in his binds. With a quick motion, The Imp lifted the heavy legs and hooked the cuffs to another set of shackles hanging from the ceilings, spreading the hero’s legs in the air. 

The hero’s still-erected dick slapped onto his ripped six-packs as his bubble butt hung out, exposed to the damp cold air. The Imp took in the sight of the hero’s muscled butt cheeks and cleanly-shaved crack. He could barely contain his excitement.

As if knowing his master’s intention, the pale vampire teen, who had been witnessing the mind-shattering blowjob, chanted, “Enhance sensitivity…”

Wits eyes widened, as it glowed blue again. His body was already pumped full of enhancements. The additional sensitivity stacked up, sending another wave of heat over the hunk’s ultra-sensitive body. A cold breeze across his body was enough to make his dick twitched in pleasure.

“Please… Stop… There’s a limit to how much you can augment,” begged the worn-out hunk. “Ohh…”

The Imp smiled cheekily in response, “I’m honestly surprised. With this much pleasure on an overly sensitive body… I’m sure most men would have gone mad already. A Top Five is really powerful.” 

He flicked out a small bottle of lubricant and coated his fingers with the cold and viscous liquid. Spreading apart the hero’s butt cheeks, a dark-pink pucker sat clutched tight.

“No… Stop…,” pleaded Wits. His handsome face was torn between humiliation and pleasure.

The Imp looked at his victim’s desperate face as he begged the villain to stop. Immense pleasure filled the hedonic being’s chest warmly as he anticipated the breaking of this powerful telepath. 

Wits tensed up his whole body as he felt The Imp’s finger circled around the rim of his tight hole. Intense pleasure began to build up again as the hero let out a strangled gasp of pleasure. “F-Fuck!! Ahh..”

On the front, his cock spewed even more pre-cum onto his washboard abs. Slowly, The Imp’s finger penetrated the ring of muscle, shoving in as much lubricant as possible. Electrifying pain shot through the hero’s body. The intrusion usually did not hurt as much but the augmentation also boosted his sense of pain.

As more fingers are inserted, the pain and pleasure intensified. Wits screamed in his void as he felt as though his hole was on fire. Tears streamed down his cheeks as the pain was overbearing. His eyes turned red, and pulsing veins were straining across his forehead. 

Slowly, the mind-numbing pain turned to pleasure as his body got used to The Imp’s expert fingering. A flash of blinding pleasure short-circuited his mind when the skillful fingers found the prostate. The panting hero’s proud shredded body shuddered with pleasure. Thick creamy cum burst from his erected member and splattered across his rock-hard six-packs and muscular pecs. 
 
“Ahh… Haaa… Please… I beg you! Please stop!” pleaded the desperate and drained hunk. His resolution was shattered from his second forced orgasm. “W-what do you want? Money? Information?”
 
He just hoped the ordeal could end if he submitted to the villain’s demands. 

The Imp paused momentarily, visibly surprised. Then he laughed hysterically, removing his slicked fingers from the hero’s chute. 

“You thought I wanted money or information from you? No, my sexy boy. I just want to hear your pain, your pleasure, and your demise as a powerful superhero,” crackled the masochistic super villain as he shook his head.

“No! No! There must be something. Please! I will give you anything. I have lots of money. My family is rich. No… Please! Let me go…!” begged the broken hero. Tears streamed down his eyes as his dignity had been clearly ripped from him. 
 
Pitch smirked upon hearing the conversation. Seeing his vampire slave’s reaction, The Imp slapped his thighs and burst out laughing even louder. Amused by his pet’s reflex response, he spoke almost inaudibly over his laugher, “Pitch! Sometimes I forget how you are like before I made you mine.”

Recomposing himself after the outburst, The Imp glanced at his vampire teen, “Come on, my dear boy. Time to make this hero’s brain all warm and mushy, shall we?”

Obeying his master, the vampire chanted, “Enhance sensitivity… enhance sensitivity… enhance sensitivity…” With the continuous chanting, a dribble of blood flowed from his nostrils as the aural vampire overexerted the use of his ability. 

Forced to comply, Wits’ eyes pulsed with the brightest blue hue it ever had. Tidal wave after tidal wave of emotions and sensation flooded his mind and body. Intense fear gripped the hero’s heart as he begged futilely, “No… P-Please… N-no… I can’t take it anymore.”
 
The Imp pulled down his own pants, revealing his proud erected 10′ dick, and angled it at the hero’s warm and well-lubricated hole.
 
Wits struggled furiously in his bonds with renewed strength, arching his rear end as far away as he could. “NO! S-Shit! No! Get away from me.” 
 
Without hesitation, the villain slowly penetrated the screaming hunk’s hot ass with his thick rod, sending waves of intoxicating pleasure. Each inch of his throttling rod slowly entered the hero, savoring the warm canals of the powerful telepath. When the full 10′ of meat was finally in, the gland pressed on the hunk’s ultra-sensitive G-spot. Wits’ eyes rolled up as another blinding orgasm rocketed from his member. “FUCK! OHH! S-shit!” 
 
The Imp began ravaging the wasted hero’s ass. The first thrust sent his eyes rolling back into his sockets in pleasure. The second thrust forced another powerful orgasm from his spent phallus. The third thrust melted his powerful mind, tore down the last of his resistance, and sealed the hero’s fate. 
 
With his mental fortitude essentially shattered, his powerful mind was left defenseless against the villain’s magic feelers. Amidst the mind­less trance of pure bliss, the vile magic feelers broke into the telepath’s consciousness, gaining full access to his mind. Black corrupted chains wrapped around the hunk’s mental self, binding his limbs, neck, chest, and waist.

“Let me… go!!” screamed the hero in his mental consciousness. As another shot of creamy white cum exited his actual body, extreme exhaustion washed across Wits. He no longer had any more strength to resist and defy The Imp. 

The mental chains tucked at the hero’s conscious self and dragged him into the deepest depth of his own mind. “No… please… Ahh.”
 
His last thoughts flashed before his eyes. His prestigious childhood in a rich and powerful family. His dreadful times as a salaryman climbing the corporate ladder. His joy when he joined the Cindra Alliance. His treasured time with his comrades fighting evil.

A spark of warmth filled his heart suddenly. His boyfriend’s kind and handsome face. Phantom. Jack Wilson. His boyfriend and lover. How he wished he had more time with him.

Jack… Jack! Please! Please help me…
 
The image of his boyfriend quickly burned away as another blinding orgasm rocked his physical body. His vision burst white with pleasure and as quickly as it came, darkness cloaked around him. Everything went black. Remnant of his screams echoed across his now-empty mind.
 
The telepath hero never stood a chance. After all, the powerful villain only wanted his demise. 

Chapter 22

His handsome face laid flat down, cheeks pressed against the cold metal table. The chains were taken off, as his freed hands rested palm-down by his head, supporting his muscular frame as it rocked back and forth.

His sweat-drenched shirt rested on his broad muscular back, with the front hanging open. His black pants were down to his cuffed ankles. The stud was on his knees and ass raised up. The villain was fucking him senselessly in the doggy position.

“Ohh… Yes… Ohh…” groaned the once-powerful telepath. His face was flustered red with the sexual heat. His eyes were glassed and his tongue hung out from his mouth. Drool trickled down to his cheeks. “P-Please fuck me harder, Master.” 

Horny beyond words, The Imp let out a loud bellow as he came forcefully deep into the fallen hero’s canal. Satisfied with his orgasm, the villain pulled out his large member from the hero’s moist hole.

Wits sighed and whim­pered. He never wanted his master to stop fucking him. 

“I can’t believe you put up such strong resistance even to your bitter end,” said The Imp as the villain approached the sexually intoxicated hero. He proceeded to smear the striking hunk’s face with his cum-covered phallus.

Leaning down, he kissed his new pet gently on the lips, “Good job!”

The ripped hunk’s body quivered with pure joy from his master’s praise. Jets of pure white cum shot out from his erected member so forcefully that a few splattered on his cheeks. The Imp laughed with glee as he collapsed resting on the edge of the metal table. “Probably won’t have got you so soon, if not for your own powers.”

The villain beckoned the fallen hero with a lazy finger. Like a good obedient pet, Wits crawled over on all fours with visible bliss on his dopey flustered face. The villain ran his hand through the drenched jet-black hair as the Top Five rested his head on The Imp’s lap.
 
“Fun time’s over for now. But the doc has a mission for you, my dear boy. So, let’s get you cleaned up.”