Book 3: Fall of the Sun
Winter X039
Chapter 46
“O God, by whose mercy the faithful departed, in your goodness grant her eternal rest. Amen.”
Rain poured down, drowning the sound of weeping. The crowd stood around the grave solemnly with black umbrellas in the air.
“I’m so sorry about this, Derek,” said the blue hero as he stood beside the 15-year-old teen.
Derek looked back at the towering hero. His eyes were puffed up from crying. But there was no sign of exhaustion. Instead, a fire burned in those striking blue eyes.
“Uncle Azure… Or True Blue now?” asked Derek firmly.
True Blue sighed as he placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder, “Derek, you can call me whatever you want.”
Derek continued to stare at the grave as his relatives slowly departed.
“Uncle Azure. I just don’t get it. Mum was getting better. She had stopped drinking and started picking back up at her old job. Things were finally getting back to normal.”
“It’s…” True Blue paused. It was impossible to relieve the loss with words. They had found Sarah overdosed in their home, leaving behind what barely constituted as a suicide note for her son.
Derek let out a soft sigh. There was enough pity from his relatives. He didn’t need to hear more from the hero.
“I’m sure you must have heard about my application.”
True Blue ground his teeth slightly before responding, “Yes. I heard from Lt. Maverick that you had applied to join Kant Alliance next year.”
The hero leaned in to meet the boy eye to eye. “Look, Derek. You don’t have to do this. Live a normal life, meet someone great, and get married.”
Derek clenched his fist tightly. His resolve was firm.
“My dear son. You have a raging fire in you for greatness. Never forsake this life of yours. The world might go against you sometimes but continue to push, continue to venture far beyond your limits. When you’re lost, I’m here for you. Always.”
The words of his father stayed within him. Always. Words that he held close to his beating heart.
“Uncle Azure. This is something I must do in my life.”
True Blue closed his eyes for a moment before returning the gaze. Derek’s fiery determination was admirable.
Captain, your son is spectacular.
“All right, Derek. I’ll always be here for you. Just be careful. It’s a dangerous world.”
Chapter 47
A couple of burning logs in the fireplace warmly lit up the cozy cabin.
*Pop*
*Glop Glop Glop*
Lynx crashed back down into his fur-lined armchair. Swirling the glass of wine in his hand, he looked out into the dark mountainous peaks.
The businessman finally relaxed his shoulders and took a sip of his wine. Thankfully, Black Sun had recaptured the Captain before it disintegrated. They might not have such luck next time.
His phone buzzed and lit up. Lynx smirked as he read the content. Shortly after, he checked the list of winning bidders.
“Hmm, interesting. A highly discreet request and a staggering sum.”
His mind wandered off to the earlier sights of the Captain completed defiled almost beyond recognition. “You are going to have more fun times ahead, Captain.” He laughed evilly as he took another sip of his wine.
Spring X040
Chapter 48
The discreet bidder was late. His assistant had called to inform him that the bidder had just arrived by a private jet and headed his way.
Lynx was pacing around furiously in the waiting room of the establishment for the last two hours. He would have lost this bidder if not for that obscene amount of cash for a week with the Captain.
There was nothing about this mysterious bidder. Almost zero information. The only alias that he got was “Tenth” and he placed the bid through an agent and communicated through a third party.
Who exactly is this man?
The door opened, and several good-looking servants entered. Each of the servants wore a silver collar around their neck. Lynx raised his brow curiously.
It was apparent who was the discreet bidder. He was dressed extravagantly in a golden silk coat and wore a gold-silver lion mask, covering his entire face. The man was large and bulky, typical of many influential people.
Lynx smiled as he took a bow. His guest was poised and exuded a powerful aura. Someone influential. With the layered discretions, Lynx had no idea how to address him without offending the man.
“Thank you for your patronage, Mr. Tenth. My apologies. I do not know how to address you properly.”
Before the masked man turned, one of his handsome servants stood forward immediately. “Mr. Luxtor, You can speak directly to me instead.”
The odd chain of command took Lynx aback. The businessman himself was powerful and highly influential.
Who does this man think he is? If he’s that powerful, I would have heard of the name “Tenth” among my contacts. Talk only to his servants now?
The businessman faked a smile over his irritation. “Well, then. We have Captain Solar behind this door. The room had been laid out as per your request with everything you need inside.”
The masked man grunted in evident excitement. The servant smiled back, “Thank you, Mr. Luxtor. That will be all for the week.”
The masked man stepped into the room with a handful of servants. The rest of his staff stood guard outside.
A look of irritation surfaced Lynx’s face while he crossed his arms and watched the doors close.
Chapter 49
An assortment of tools.
Leather harness, cuffs, slave hoods, floggers, ropes. One could find every imaginable tool in a BDSM wet dream in the metal desk laid out before him.
Tenth grinned with growing excitement. The boys back home were starting to bore him. When he heard someone prominent and powerful was up for grabs, he desperately needed to get his hands on the mighty stud. Unfortunately, during that faithful auction day, he had urgent matters to deal with. Matters that elevated him to where he was today.
His gaze raised from the table to the majestic figure kneeling in the spotlight.
Good. The requested kneeling position. Patiently waiting for the permission of his new master.
Dressed only in a pair of bright yellow thongs, the sun hero had a blindfold placed over his signature yellow hero mask. His jaw bit down tightly on the yellow-red gag ball, showing discomfort in his predicament.
A spreader was firmly attached around his ankles, keeping his sinewy legs apart. His cleanly shaven and beautifully muscular body was displayed upright with his bulging biceps straining behind him. Cuffs tied his wrists down to the shackles around his ankles.
The hero had already detected that someone else was with him. His muscular body twisted and turned. Angry, muffled sounds were trying to escape from his gagged mouth.
“Struggle all you want… my hero puppy.” thought the mysterious man as he licked his lips. He snapped his fingers. One of his servants passed him a custom-made collar.
It was in the Captain’s motif, golden yellow with streaks of red. The master lowered himself, close enough to see the veins popping from the hero’s thick neck.
“What a magnificent specimen.”
He arched his brow with curiosity as he noticed tears streaked from under the hero’s blindfolds.
Had the fearless and mighty Captain Solar fallen so far already?
The master wrapped the collar around the hero’s neck. The bound stud grunted with frustration at the touch of the cold metal. This would mark the start of their master-slave relationship.
Once the collar connected, his new slave tensed up suddenly. The collar was administering drugs through microscopic needles. Drugs that will induce submissiveness and enhanced sensitivity of one’s body. Triple the potency he used for the boys back home. This man before him was not like one of his countless boy toys. He was once the formidable hero leader of Kant Alliance.
He grabbed a puppy hood and placed it upon the struggling stud’s head. It covered the upper part of his face, leaving the gagged mouth exposed.
Captain Solar. A slave? A pet?
“Solar Slave” has a nice ring to it.
Tenth grinned as he watched the defiant hero struggle, futilely trying to shake off the puppy hood and his new collar. Soon his violent efforts tamed down with the sedation setting in, like usually how all the rest of his boys does. The Captain’s body was heaving heavily as he tried to fight off the drugs.
It’s useless, my boy. Countless have tried resisting. No one had succeeded.
The master brushed the back of his fingers on his hero slave’s cheeks. The skin was smooth, fresh from a shave. The hero shifted away from the touch, slightly disorientated. He let out an angry, muffled yell.
Chapter 50
Adam’s reddened eyes bulged under the blindfolds. He could feel needles pricking into his neck, pumping a constant flow of drugs into his system. A warm sensation spread across his body.
No! No! NO! Please! NOT NOW! Please! It’s not the time!
He screamed out a muffled protest and tugged against his shackles violently. The warm sensation began to numb his mind. His thoughts turned foggy. His mind could no longer focus.
No… Please… No!
Those drugs. They are causing his mind to blank out. Visions of his son. Images of his wife. Slowly they blurred into the background.
Adam could feel his body temperature rising.
With his arms tied backward, his naked and vulnerable torso was probed forward for his new master’s exploration. He could feel a pair of gloved hands touch his bare chest and slowly move down his rippling abs, bobbing up and down each mount of muscle.
Adam felt his will to resist was crumbling faster than usual. His rock-solid defiance was no longer something the fallen hero possessed. The Captain bit down hard on the gag as he let out a moan of surrender.
Please… Not now… I can’t do this.
The gloved hands pulled down on his thong as his semi-erected cock flopped out from its kinky confines. Adam felt an increasing pressure on his privates as a metal ring wrapped around the base of his cock and balls. His cock, inevitably stirred from the molestation.
Finally, a deep voice spoke with firm authority, “It will be easier if it’s softer.”
The pressure increased on his cock as he felt something restrictive pressing down on it. It was also squeezing his cock back towards its hilt. The Captain let out a growl as his cock was forced back downwards and backed up. He couldn’t see what was happening.
What was this man doing to my cock? Argh! He’s forcing it down. It’s uncomfortable.
Adam let out a muffled protest, shaking his hips to push away whatever the man was doing. But it was futile. The fingers continue to fondle and push something onto his dick. Icy-cold metal pressed against Captain’s cock uncomfortably.
After a final tight push and a clicking sound, a deep voice spoke, “All caged up. Are you ready for your new Master?”
“Oh…” The Captain finally let out a moan. A shiver shot down his spine at the word – Master. The voice was firm and authoritative. A wave of submissiveness flooded his mind, compelling him to listen and to obey.
“Solar Slave, Do you hear me?”
The Captain gritted his jaw tightly and stayed silent. Despite the drugs compelling him to reply, he would not give in to whomever this person was. But even so, his cock twitched in agony in the small metal cock cage, making an erection a painful experience.
“Still resisting the drugs. I guess the stories that I heard were not so true after all. The mighty Captain Solar had yet to fall,” said the man.
“All the better for me.”
Chapter 51
Tenth smiled at the tight metal cock cage with the little padlock at the top. It was the largest one the Master had, and the Captain was filling it up well.
“Remember this feeling. Know that your superhero cock belongs to me, Solar Slave,” as the Master tapped against the metal cage and pulled up the yellow thongs to conceal the locked-up privates.
The hero trembled slightly at his words. A wave of pleasure shot from his caged cock through his spine. The drugs were starting to take effect but still slower than usual.
Even a depowered Captain Solar was rather mighty, huh?
By now, the drugs should have made his slave’s mind completely blank and ready for submission. But the Master looked displeased.
Why were there tears flowing down under the Captain’s blindfolds?
“Is… Is he afraid?” Tenth wondered as he pulled out his long black paddle whip.
He placed the tip of the paddle on the hero’s chest, causing him to jerk slightly at the touch. Then, slowly, the paddle glided up the large slab of pectoral muscles and traced around the sensitive areola, forcing a stifled moan out from the hero’s lips.
Feel it. Fear it. Submit.
He brushed the tip across the brown nipples, only to see the muscular form buckled slightly. Seeing the hero’s involuntarily movements were causing a stirring in the Master’s crotch.
“I’m gonna make you the little obedient muscle puppy you are,” said Tenth as he snapped the whip onto the hero’s nipple, stinging the erogenous spot.
The Captain let out a loud yelp as the Master grinned sadistically.
“What a beautifully presented chest. It would look even better all red and patch, right?”
Next, Tenth proceeded to sear the hero’s bulging pecs with several vicious strokes of the whip. His slave was letting out wild muffled screams as stinging pain after pain struck across his prominent muscular chest.
“Do you want this to stop, my boy? All you got to do is to beg and acknowledge your new master.”
The only reaction Tenth got was the hero’s tightened jaw as he ground the gag in his mouth in sheer resistance. The Master let out a smirk at this defiant slave. The drugs and his training will break any man, even this mighty hero before him.
Satisfied with the red marks on his hero slave’s chest, he traced the whip over the hero’s large round shoulders and between contours of his powerful trapezius and down to his solid lats. With his arms pulled back, each of his magnificent back muscles was forced to contract, showcasing the raw masculinity of the sun hero.
He tapped on the hero’s taut back muscles with the paddle.
Tap… Tap… Crack!
The hero arched forward in an instant and let out a loud howl. That only encouraged the Master to flog him even more. Sadistic as he was, Tenth got one of his servants to whip the hero’s chest while he lashed at the muscular back. The result was his puppy-hooded hero slave bellowing in pain while caving in and arching out his athletic body from the alternative flogging.
He didn’t stop until red hot patches decorated the hero’s chest and back. The hero was pouring with sweat and yelling violently in his gag.
Finally, the Master reached behind and removed the ball gag. The Captain was heaving and panting heavily. Drool dribbled down to his chin.
“So, are you ready for your new Master, Solar Slave?”
“Yes…”
Chapter 52
What… why did I say yes?
It just came out of my mouth. The collar. It got to be the drugs from the collar. It hurts so bad inside and outside of my body. Why…?
The pain. It burns. I can’t remember why it hurts this bad…
Captain Solar stayed in his bounds, panting from the burning pain on his chest. Deep inside, His emotions were in a whirlpool as he fought a losing battle with the submissive drugs, tormenting him between pain and lust.
Something is wrong. What is it?
It’s important. Why is my mind blank?
Who is this man? Who is this… Master?
The clanking sound of a chair brought him back to his uncomfortable position. His cock was tightly restricted in a cock cage in a tiny thong that did almost nothing to hide his bulging member and bubble butt.
Suddenly, a strong musk filled the air in front of him. The Captain cringed his face instinctively in disgust.
The dominating voice spoke, “You can start your slave training by licking your Master’s feet clean.”
Feet? What? M-my Master…?
Despite the fogginess of the drugs, Adam knew something was off. His cock twitched painfully as another wave of submissiveness hit him from the collar. Compelling him to listen, to obey. Obey the Master.
He hesitated for a brief moment but was long enough to feel a paddled tip placed onto his raw reddened back, reminding him of the searing pain.
“Get to work or feel the pain again,” his Master ordered.
Adam felt his jaws opening instinctively, and his tongue touched the ball of the musky foot. He slowly began to lick and clean the Master’s sole. The tip of the foot was forced into his mouth, making him swallow the man’s toes. His tongue darted between each toe, tasting the pungent musk of the man.
God… It smells so bad.
Each time he hesitated, he felt the paddle on his bare back that prompted him to continue. He could hear the Master’s laugh as he enjoyed watching the hero’s humiliation. Adam’s face reddened. He should be feeling deeply humiliated, but why? Why was his cock so painfully twitching in his tiny cage?
It’s… it’s the drugs! I can’t be…
As the Master removed the foot from his face, Adam leaned forward slightly. It was almost as though his body began to crave that pungent taste — the manly sweaty smell of the Master. The craving for it was intense, almost overwhelming.
I… need.
The familiar scent returned almost immediately as a second foot was presented in front of him. Again, the smell was as strong as the first. But the hero did not wince this time.
Without a second thought, the hero slave dived in to savor the musk of his new Master.
His mind was finally blank. Only with thoughts to submit and please.
While enjoying the wet lips of his new hero slave on his toes, Tenth snapped his fingers suddenly. Two of his servants were quickly summoned to his side.
“Get the armbinder and prepare him for the fuck machine.”
Fuck… Machine?
A note from Nox:
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