“I’m tired…” Bastion complained as he entered his home, trailing his heavy boots underneath him. The door shut behind him with a soft click and left him in the darkness of his own home. It was once lonely here, devoid of things and colors of his own personality, but he had slowly painted it with more personal stuff as he settled in.

After all, he had mysteriously lost some of his memories until a certain point. He wasn’t sure what it was. A seal? Magic? It had to be something of that nature because the restorative properties of his powers always repaired damage to him, mental or physical. So if he could not recover his earlier memories, it had to be something that was constantly affecting him…or something he had accepted willingly. He really disliked how it sometimes made him feel, drawing a blank when he tried to recall his past.

Was it why he was so deeply taken by Sugarloaf? It made sense to him. If he calculated the number of memories he had… Well, it was embarrassing to admit that his best ones were with the supervillain. He disagreed with what he was doing, but he also could not bring himself to stop him. He could only curb Sugarloaf’s incessant desire to expand and experiment with superheroes.

Bastion doubted Sugarloaf knew just how much he had protected the villain. Every time there was a mission to investigate an area where Sugarloaf was operating, he made sure that he was the one to be sent there. He tried not to let his factories be found and tried to subtly throw them off his trail by falsifying tiny details in reports. If they still found out and rescued the captive heroes, he wouldn’t stop them.

He simply wanted Sugarloaf to remain out of the Alliance’s hands. Unfortunately, it still caused him endless guilt.

‘But it’s for the best.’ He thought.

At least if he was the hero sent to those areas where Sugarloaf was active… no new heroes could be captured, and he would be able to see his beloved Owner…? Boyfriend? Bah, it was too complicated to classify.

He sighed tiredly. If only there were an easy solution to this. He’d think more about it next time. Recently, the Alliance discovered a great way to use his powers. Due to him being, for lack of better terminology, a pseudo-endless source of energy, they had requested that he donate his aura once every two weeks into a specialized container. This aura would be stored for future use to treat the injuries of other heroes while also acting as a revitalizer.

He had no reason to say no, but that also meant that he had to sacrifice a whole day’s worth of vitality…

This was his 5th time doing so he was used to it somewhat, but the feeling of being so ‘dry’ was unpleasant. The gold veins on his suit were, of course, a very pale yellow right now.

“I’ll just head to bed… I can shower tomorrow after I recuperate,” He mused.

That should have at least been the plan.

In the first place, a hero like Bastion, who was classified as an S or SS grade, always had eyes watching them. There should have been security if he was going to be virtually powerless for a day… Eyes were always watching, like opportunistic vultures.

He opened the door to this bedroom and walked through the doorway in the darkness. Instantly, he felt himself walking right into something sticky and rubbery…

There wasn’t any time to react.

Instead, he was pulled through the pitch-black sheet as it took on a life of its own, wrapped around behind him, and rapidly sealed itself. It had only taken a second, and he was solidly packed up inside a rubber sack. Without a single pocket of air, it exhibited his powerful muscular frame, every detail of his superhero suit, like his gloves and boots, and of course, his facial features.

“Mmmm!!” Bastion grunted, feeling two pairs of hands grab onto each side to stabilize him so he wouldn’t fall over. He attempted to struggle, managing to push against the tight rubber, only for his arms to snap back tightly against his side.

“Don’t bother, Bastion. We know you have a great deal of raw strength, but without your aura, you’ll fall a little short of the necessary strength to break free,” He heard an unfamiliar voice say. “This is a device created for capturing superpowered beings like yourself. Quite convenient, isn’t it?”

His mystery captor’s voice was smug and condescending. It made him feel annoyed and angry. Like hell, he was going to stop struggling just because someone said he couldn’t break free!

“Well, it was designed by heroes for subduing villains and thugs, of course. Although…I’d like to think that we’re much *better* at things like these, don’t you think?” Bastion felt a hand tap right over his chest.

A dark purple insignia flares to life over the Bastion-shaped black sack as purple veins spread out over it… Then they began to glow ominously. The light trailed from it would flow slowly into the insignia.

As this function was activated, Bastion suddenly felt something tap into his currently weakened powers, draining them at a controlled rate… Shit… He was already exhausted. If he were going to be kept drained, he wouldn’t be able to recover enough energy to use his powers at all!

“Neat trick, huh? A power-draining modification. It directly steals that aura of yours and uses it to strengthen your prison while keeping you weak.”

As he said that, Bastion swore he could feel his rubbery prison tightening over his entire body, and he was too weak to stop it…

“This was the best idea you’ve ever had, Jay. Who’d have thought he’d be so weak when he’s like this!” There was a different voice now, a lot more excitable. “And he looks… sooooo good like this.” He felt the hand on his left slide over his bicep, chest, and down his abdomen before settling over his bulge, patting it.

“Huh?? What the?”

He began to fondle Bastion’s bulge a bit more before he began to laugh. “Yo Jay, put your hand on here! This damn hero is *locked*!!”

“You can’t be serious, Trent.” Though the first man sounded incredulous, Bastion felt his hand reach for his bulge all the same, massaging and feeling it around.

“Shit, you’re right. He *is* locked! I never took him to be such a pervert, especially in that pristine white hero suit. Though that might explain why his home smells like rank sweat and all that unwashed gym gear in that one drawer too… Dude’s a freak!!”

“GRMMPGHH!!” Bastion grunted loudly, humiliated and displeased that they were just openly talking about the nature of his person like that while he was captured between them.

“Heh heh,” the cheerier-sounding man, Trent, chuckled, “Jay, we don’t have a deadline for when we need to turn him to Zemus, right? So why don’t we have a little fun with our helpless hero?”

“Grmmpgh!!! Mrppghh!!” He protested, but his two kidnappers had made a unanimous decision. He felt their muscular arms pull him. A rope was tied around his feet and looped over the ceiling bar he used for pull-ups. He was hung upside down.

“Fuck… he really does look good. I mean, I know we can’t see his face, but he really is a perfect hero,” said Jay.

“Tell me about it. Good thing he’s ours now,” Trent responded with a laugh as he threw a punch right into Bastion’s torso… “OUCH!!” He recoiled, shaking his fist. “Shit, dude’s hard like steel. I thought he didn’t have his powers!!”

“Trent. He’s only low on it. Not dry. From what I know, if there ever were a point where his type lost all remnants of their aura, they would surely be dead.” Jay walked over to the drawer where Bastion kept his gear…and unintentionally picked up a pair of stylish jocks that belonged to Sugarloaf.

“Let’s see if the dirty fucker likes this shit.” He walked over to the blinded hero… and pressed Sugarloaf’s jockstrap over his nose. Bastion had been busy twisting and struggling while his captor had been putting on that clown act. But when Sugarloaf’s scent hit his nose, he groaned loudly and instinctively took a deep breath. He felt lust swell up within him, and the tightness of his groin built up as his Master’s special candy cage kept his cock in check. No more awkward boners in the suit!! Just the unbearable knowledge that this restraint was a villain’s claim over him.

He took a few more breaths, and he relaxed… His mind had entered that submissive headspace that Sugarloaf had conditioned into him.

“Whoa… What the fuck. Dude’s completely into it.” Jay pressed it a little tighter against Bastion’s hooded face, and sure enough, the hero was no longer struggling.

“Even his caged bulge is twitching!! This hero’s a total freak.”

“Heh. It looks like we found your kryptonite, huh? Who’d have thought you’d be a slut for musk? Maybe I should give you mine too.” Jay smirked, slapping the hero’s face lightly a few times, causing the hero to moan. Of course, in his mind, he knew it wasn’t his Sugarloaf… but his scent nonetheless had him utterly spellbound.

“You know. It was a pretty good show to watch, but that’s MY hero you’re touching.” The two kidnappers turned to see who had snuck into the house, only for a wall of a glutinous, sticky, and white substance to swallow them whole in an instant. They could not move within or stop the delicious marshmallow from pushing an extended tentacle into their mouths to pump in an exorbitant amount of golden syrup.

Paradise Honey.

The sweet poison that kickstarted this twisted love story between hero and villain. For the uninitiated, though, Sugarloaf wasn’t kind to outsiders. He had plenty of heroes under his control, stored away in many facilities so he could thoroughly milk them to create the ultimate candy empire. It was a practice indicative of severe moral decay and a low level of humanity, yet he was willing to allow Bastion, alone, freedom.

Ah, yes… It was most certainly love.

Sugary sweet love. Because Bastion was his boy. His property. His favorite and personal super cow.

And these… lowlife nobodies dared to lay their dirty hands on his most treasured thing?

Oh, he would make sure they suffered thoroughly later. Then, with them trapped inside the marshmallow and feeding on Paradise Honey, he migrated the two giant marshmallows out to the living room so he could finally spend his time with Bastion.

His cock was already hard, actually. Ever since, he stood by the doorway and saw his Bastion hanging upside down, trapped in that strange latex sack with the weird insignia.

He saw his jockstrap lying right under the hero’s hanging body that Jay had dropped when he had been snatched up earlier. He walked closer and picked it up. “I’m flattered. Didn’t think my proud, strong Bastion boy would stoop so low as to steal underwear.”

Bastion’s head immediately snapped towards the direction of the voice, recognizing his Sir! His Master!

“Mmrpghhmmmpp!!”

“It’s good to see you too.” He rubbed the hero’s muscle pecs, feeling them rise and fall under his palm as the hero candidly began to twist and struggle again, trying to break free so he could speak and receive Sugarloaf.

Sugarloaf grinned, pulling out a crotch protector mask with straps attached to it. Stuffing his jock into it, he fastened it over the hero’s face, causing the hero to moan as he slowly sank back into his ‘sub’ headspace again.

“Oh, come now, Bastion boy. At the end of the day, I’m still a villain, right? You must be incredibly naive if you think I was here to save you.”

Well… Technically, he did, and he was, but Bastion didn’t need to know details like that. In fact, it was only by pure chance that he came today, as it usually was with this busy villain.

“If there were one thing I’d commend those dirty bastards for… It would be packaging you up so nicely for me. Ah… So powerless inside that sack. Judging from the purple energy flowing into the insignia, your powers must be continually drained right now, right? Fufu~ Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind going on a one-week holiday. Not that you’ll have a choice.”

Almost as though he had an instinctive knowledge about how the sack worked, he momentarily released the mask and held his finger to the hero’s lips with clear intention.

The rubber seemed to flow and spread away, revealing sweaty lips, “W-wait…Sugarloaf. I have many responsibilities this week. I can’t just- hrmp!!” The villain slipped a candy past his lips and allowed the rubber to seal his mouth again.

“Formulated with the last batch of cum you gave me, Bastion boy. Now like I was saying. You. Don’t. Have. A. Choice.” He said authoritatively, as he slowly… seductively fastened the musky mask back over the hero’s hooded face.

Bastion groaned, nodding. He loved that voice. It was like the honey the villain secreted, caressing his inside stickily and making him tremble. Slowly, the candy melted in his mouth, and so did his mind. Inhibitions slip away like paper within a howling gale. His responsibilities… his duties… replaced with a singular desire and thought of his Master.

Sugarloaf didn’t need to weaken the hero’s power. It would reduce the potency and quality of his cum, after all. Instead, he simply only needed to amplify one crucial aspect of the hero.

His desire and love. His need.

So long as he didn’t force the hero to go against his core morals, he would be able to have Bastion all to himself.

He let Bastion drop down onto the ground roughly after cutting the rope and willed the sack to change its form, so it was now a full-body latex suit instead. The purple insignia changed to a candy shape and recolored itself into a neon pink. He took out Bastion boy’s pink collar and leash and locked it over his neck. “Come on, Bastion boy~ Let’s have a nice walk to our vacation home. We’ve got a long week ahead of us.”

The hero, with his mind only filled with thoughts of his Master, made a muffled whine. Yet it clearly conveyed two things. His desperate need. His submission. As he felt his Master walking out, tugging. He obediently crawled behind, looking just like a drone.

Ah, but if there were anyone tonight that had the eyes of a hawk… maybe, just maybe, they’d see the outline of Bastion’s uniform hidden underneath the latex as the Candy Daddy purposefully led him down the street for a few minutes before actually getting into a vehicle together with him.

As for the hero struggling in the passenger seat?

Well, Sugarloaf might be pleased to find out later that the hero had cum just from the feeling of his Master’s hands tightening that collar around his neck.

– End of FF01: Candy-wrapped –