At the end of Book 7, with the help of True Blue and Wildcard, our heroes managed to escape, breaking free from their chains. But what if their allies had never shown up?

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“Enhance elasticity, enhance elasticity, enhance elasticity…”

The phrase echoed throughout the room steadily, bouncing off the walls as the former hero Wits repeated them. As his powers activated, his eyes shone orange, a sign to everyone of his new allegiance.

Besides him was the man’s boyfriend, Phantom, staring blankly ahead. Both he and him were stripped naked, muscled bodies bent in half by the hands holding them, pressing their legs into their chests.

“Well isn’t this a sight for sore eyes!” Laughed The Imp, the ginger sprite’s eyes twinkling as he looked at his two new slaves. After so long, he finally had his revenge, and he was going to take full advantage of that. So many sleepless nights, spent thinking about how he’ll torture the ones who humiliated him, what monsters he’d use, what pleasures he’d force onto them, they were finally going to become reality.

“Are your preparations ready, Wits? I’d hate for my toys to break so early on! No, I’m gonna keep you around for a while…”

The brainwashed hunk nodded, a dazed smile on his face as he felt the enhancements taking hold. “All ready, master!”

“My skin feels weird… It’s like I’m made of rubber.” Phantom noted, shifting a bit in the hold.

“Perfect… now let’s see if you snap.” The villain replied, and with a twist of his hand, the beasts holding the two lovers began to move.

It was a pair of earth golems. Massive humanoid creatures, with skin like stone and dirt, pressed their captives into their chests as the organ between their legs began to move. Gray, but warm to the touch, a massive erection rose until they were pressing against the hero’s asses.

 They were absolutely humongous, mountains in their own right, to the point where if a human would attempt to take one, they would be split in half around the middle. Unless, of course, your body was elastic enough to handle it.

“Fuck- so big-” Phantom groaned as the head of the stone rod was pushed into him. “It’s- humongous!” Wits stammered. Just the tip was already thicker than any cock he had taken before.

The two lovers continued grunting as their guts were stretched by the giant shafts. The grooves of their abs stretched out, slowly replaced by the shape of the golem’s cocks, the silent beasts not bothering to let them adjust.

“I- I’m not sure how much more I can take!” Phantom cried out. Sweat was pouring down from his forehead in droplets, covering his body in a sheen, highlighting the bulge in his stomach. “Just hold – hold on Jack! Hrrk!” Wits shouted back. The telepath was gritting his teeth, drool escaping his mouth as he felt his hole being pulverized. “Enhance elasticity!” His eyes flared up once more, both heroes moaning in relief as the pressure became slightly more bearable.

“Aaand done!” The Imp grinned as the two stretched rims met the base of their respective rods. “How cute, both my pets filled entirely by dick!”

There was no reply, only the wonderful sight: both heroes, breathing heavily, chests rising and falling. Their bodies shimmered with sweat, as if they were models covered in oil. And their bellies were completely stretched out by cock, reshaping them inside and out. They didn’t look like heroes. They looked like oversexed sluts.

“But just this… that won’t be satisfying, would it? No, you need proper punishment for what you did to me.” A twinge of hatred found its way into the Sprite’s expression. “Golems? Fuck them properly.”

“Wha-what? Master-” Phantom began. But whatever he was about to say was cut off as simultaneously, both he and his boyfriend were raised up, shafts retreating from their holes and leaving an emptiness, before suddenly, without warning or emotion, they were shoved all the way down to the base.

“AHHH! FUCK!!” Phantom screamed as he was ruthlessly forced down the cock, before the giant repeated the motion, fucking him without mercy. “M-MATT HELP ME!”

“ENHANCE- ENHANCE ELASTICITY! ENHANCE ELASTICITY!” Wits blubbered, crying in pain as he felt his insides being torn apart like paper mache, blood dripping from his nose as he overused his powers. The bulge in his stomach rapidly disappeared and reformed with each passing second, with each thrust.

The golems stayed silent. There was no pleasure in the act, no grunts, or desire or unnecessary movements. Just following orders. It was like they weren’t having sex with a pair of heroes, defenders of truth and justice – instead, it was more like they were fucking a pair of fleshlights, items with no use other than to be filled with cum, repeatedly and frequently.

With one last thrust, the two monsters buried themselves fully in the men’s holes, and erupted. Scalding hot cum flowed like water, filling them up until even the shape of the cocks inside their stomachs lost definition, till their bellies inflated as round as a water balloon. Only after five minutes straight, did they finally finish.

The Imp watched as two of his old enemies were completely destroyed by his beasts, looking like they were nine months pregnant. Only then did he approach them, standing in front of Phantom.

“Uh-ugh-” the ghost superhero was out of it, only able to let out half grunts, eyes glazed over from the brutal pounding he had endured. The Imp slapped his face, the SMACK! echoing through the room. “Focus, silver slut. I need you to do something for me.”

“Yuh-yes, master?” Phantom stammered. The pain had brought some of his cognitive functions. In response, the sprite smiled. “How well can you control your invisibility? I want to see something.”

“Uh- pretty well master. I can make only certain parts of me invisible, or not go completely see through, just partly, but it takes more concentration.”

“Perfect. Now, I want you to use your powers, and I want you to only make your stomach clear. Understand?”

The silver hero nodded, activating his abilities. Under his chest, it almost looked like the opacity was being turned down, allowing others to see through him. And there, surrounded by seed, was the giant cock impaling him. Still hard. Still erect. Still ready to fuck. And there would be time for that, later. For now…

A few more orders were given. Wits, still looking dazed from the fucking, was dropped on the ground. “Guh!” He screamed, as his hole, now unblocked, began spraying out cum, white spurts exiting as his pregnant bulge slowly went down.

Next, Phantom was placed above his lover’s face. With some difficulty, he bent his knees, going down until his rim rested above Wits’s face, belly sloshing all the way. Only then was he allowed to unclench.

Globs of semen exited his chute, the ghost hero letting out a moan as the pressure was relieved. The telepath, meanwhile, let out a startled cry as his mouth filled with cum, knocked out of his stupor. He drank it all down, trying not to choke on golem seed, but nonetheless some escaped his ass, sliding across his face.

And The Imp watched, with a satisfied smirk, as the two collapsed, bellies emptied and holes gaping and covered in cum. But he wasn’t done yet. He himself hadn’t gotten to finish, and his rod was rock hard in his pants!

“Phantom, come here” he ordered, as he pulled down his pants, fishing his erection out, the large organ springing up and smacking against his abs. “I want your throat.”

The silver hero was exhausted, but he would have never disobeyed his master’s orders, no matter his state. Crawling over, he sat down on his knees, face first with the impressive cock. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth, and the sprite pushed inside in an instant.

As he face fucked his slave, he looked over to the second, lying on the ground and almost slipping into unconsciousness. “Golem” he began. “Fuck my dear telepath.”

Wits groaned as he heard the order, but didn’t complain. As the stone giant picked him up once more and forced his cock inside, he winched in pain – no matter how brutal the earlier fucking was, nothing could fully prepare him for that monster cock, even if his pussy was a gaping manhole.

With a grin, The Imp continued. “Not just you. Both of you get in there.”

“W-what?!” Wits protested as the second golem approached. “Master- I can barely take one, two would kill me!”

“Then you better figure out something quick with that big brain of yours!” The villain laughed, quickening his pace, his balls smacking against Phantom’s chin.

Wits stared in terror as the second beast started pressing its tip into him. “Enhance elasticity! Enhance elasticity! ENHANCE ELASTICITY!”