"You got to believe me! We need help now!"
"This is the last time I'm repeating myself. Lt. Maverick , Gallant , and Jaguar still report their status to the Alliance. You are no longer part of the Kant Alliance, Renegade ."
"That's not possible! Lt. Maverick captured Jaguar. Gallant and Fable were also in this together. You got to believe me, MoonDust !"
"Or you could very well be involved in this whole Kant-Rustmore confliction. How do I know you are not a spy?"
"A spy? What?"
"It's enough, Renegade. I'm only entertaining you because you were once an ally of the Alliance. What a waste of my time."
"W-wait!"
Renegade heard the line go flat as MoonDust completely ignored his request for help. The Nature Sorcerer mentioned Jaguar in their call. Did the villain succeed in converting his mentor?
Fuck. If Kant Alliance is not helping, I should talk to the League of Steel. But… can I trust Red Titan ? Maybe I should talk to Tanner.
Ryan paced around the small motel room in Bismuth, conflicted. "I can't talk to Tanner. I might get him into trouble as well. I should go to Red Titan -."
*Swizz*
*Swizz*
*Swizz*
In a blink of an eye, Renegade's trained reflexes saved him from a barrage of darts that flew in from the window. Three short, feathered darts struck the wooden floor, barely missing the young Hero.
"Who's there?" Renegade instantly got into his combat stance and looked around for the perpetrator.
How did they find me so quickly? Who was it? Jaguar? Lt. Maverick?
*Ssshhh*
*Ssshhh*
The sound of shifting sand slowly rolled into the dark room. Renegade turned around and noticed a dark figure at the corner. The man stepped forward, dressed in a brown hooded cloak. His muscular torso was exposed with a sash over a set of bruised six-pack abs. His left wrist had a feathered bracelet that resembled a dream catcher.
Renegade frowned as he stared at the handsome intruder. He quickly noticed more bruises and scratches scattered over his bulky sun-kissed frame. "You..."
The man tilted his thick bearded chin down, shooting the young Hero an intense look on his face. His strange turquoise-blue eyes were fierce.
Feeling threatened, Renegade quickly reached for his stun lasers.
"Uh-uh! I wouldn’t do that if I were you." A voice suddenly chimed in from outside the window. "Dusty isn't in a great mood tonight."
Renegade turned toward the window and saw a young boy perched on the ledge with a blow-dart pipe in his hands. Dressed in a dark green hoodie, black shorts, and boots, the short 5-foot (155cm) teenager sported a slender and petite build.
What stood out from him was his messy green hair and a pair of large purple eyes. A set of dark circles puffed under his eyes, an indication of sleep deprivation.
The teen smiled widely at Renegade as he slipped his pipe back into his backpack.
"Who… What are you two doing here?" Renegade asked.
A deep sultry voice emerged from the man in sand dune clothes, "So you know who we are. Good. Introductions are boring."
Renegade held up his guard. He hadn't seen them in the flesh before, but based on his research on Banshee Ensemble, he could make an informed guess.
"Dusty" would be Dust Devil , the Leader of Percussion. The young green-haired boy on the windowsill would be the Leader of Woodwind. Due to his small appearance and his deadly use of chemicals, the residents of Bismuth referred to him as Poison Pip .
But what are the two of them doing here together? The Division Leaders of Banshee Ensemble were highly territorial and usually didn't see eye-to-eye.
"We are here because of you," a whisper brushed across his ears. Renegade felt a hand grab his butt cheeks and playfully squeeze them. "Wow. How firm."
What?
Renegade swung around with his stun lasers, but the Leader of Woodwind bounced away agilely, giggling as he went.
I couldn't sense him at all.
"Oh, come on," Poison Pip winked excitedly. "None of my guys are hot as you."
Renegade furrowed his brow and uttered, "Enough of this! What do you want? Two Assassins in a room with a Rustmore Hero. Are you handing yourselves over for prosecution?"
Pip laughed before explaining, "Cool down, Renegade. Though I doubt you can take on the both of us… after that pitiful scene at the lab."
Renegade's eyes widened. "You saw?"
The teen rolled his eyes and chuckled even louder, much to Renegade's annoyance.
Dust Devil stepped forward. His cloak waved dreamily in the night breeze. "Renegade, we have come to you for a truce."
The superhero stitched his brows.
What on earth are these assassins plotting? Heroes and villains, to stop fighting?
"You had seen for your own eyes that the Kant Guardians had been taken over," Dust Devil continued, "It's not just the Kant Guardians. League of Steel and Banshee Ensemble were caught in this too. The influence of the Billie Eye Len user is expanding rapidly. Much faster than we can expect. If he continues, the whole world will soon be his plaything."
Dust Devil proceeded to explain the magical artifact before gesturing to his wounds. "I tried to stop the King myself. But my powers were not strong enough to go against his army of brainwashed superheroes and assassins. I barely got out of my failed assassination."
Wait! What? The King? My Father?
"Did you just admit to an attempted assassination of the King?" Renegade asked sternly. Instantly his guards went back up.
A loud maniacal laugh burst out. Renegade turned his attention back to Pip.
"And here we thought you knew everything," Pip laughed. "The King of Rustmore is behind everyone, foolish Hero. He had been collecting super-powered beings for ages. The Kant Guardians' visit just offered that power-hungry tyrant a golden plate of premium superhero meat."
No… Impossible.
"Not so tough, after all," The King chuckled. His face was flushed red with lust.
This mountain of muscle before him was sweating profusely. Two smooth mounds of fleshy pecs bounced with each thrust of the King's cock. His tanned skin was coated in sweat, and the bed sheets were soaked. Minotaur had been very vocal during their lovemaking, whining as the King fucked his ass.
"The strongest man in Rustmore? More like the sluttiest one."
Minotaur nodded. His horned-bull mask bobbed slowly on top of his head. He moaned softly.
"You like that?" The King asked. "I didn't think you'd be such a good little sub."
Minotaur whimpered.
The King smirked. It was a smirk of superiority. A look of satisfaction and pleasure. He liked how Minotaur was responding to him. Even though the Brass Leader was a strong, independent individual, Minotaur craved his touch, the King's attention.
"Your scent is intoxicating," King Ramon said. "It fills my nostrils and makes me hot, and wants to fuck you harder."
The King pumped his cock faster inside the Minotaur.
Minotaur groaned, "Your Majesty... I need your big dick deep inside me!"
A long exhale escaped the King's lips. Then he bit his lower lip and smiled. "Good boy, my handsome bull."
He grabbed a handful of Minotaur's sweaty and meaty pecs, barely able to hold firmly onto the large globes of muscles. Minotaur gasped, and the King grinned. At that moment, the King let out a thundering roar as he pumped Minotaur's ass with his thick, hard cock. The bull-man grunted and moaned as warm seeds filled his belly.
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.
.
He was undeniably stunning, wearing nothing but a piece of skimpy orange loincloth.
Raw muscles rippled through the back. Two colossal slabs of pectoral muscles hung out from his chest. A beautiful set of eight-packs formed a range of smooth valleys and peaks over his abdomen.
Standing at 6ft 4 (195cm), Gallant demanded attention wherever he went.
Right now, he was standing before the King of Rustmore with vacant golden eyes. Beside the King on the bed lay a panting and exhausted Minotaur.
"Hello, Gallant."
"Your Majesty."
"I heard you possess a magical artifact, the Gauntlets of the Beast. Show it to me."
Gallant paused for a moment before removing two golden finger rings. Each had an insignia of a ferocious tiger.
"Beautiful," the King said as he stared at the rings, sitting squarely in the palm of Gallant's hand. An ominous feeling rose in his gut as he reached for the rings. His fingers, inches away from the magical rings, caused sparks to fly from the Gauntlets of the Beast.
Realizing that the artifact rejected him, the King said, "Perhaps it conflicts with the Billie Eye Lens."
Gallant dropped to his knees, his hands above his head. The brainwashed superhero was hoping that his Master would accept his gift. But it was impossible.
"It seems I can't use this, Gallant. But I can certainly use you,” the King said with a smile at the towering man.
The mighty superhero trembled at his Master's words.
Use me?
The King scanned the Kant Guardian's body. The man was mostly smooth, with a few wisps on his chest and around his dark brown nipples, perfectly placed on his pecs. A treasure trail led down between the bottommost two of his eight-packs into the loincloth, which could hardly contain the large package. His legs were the size of tree trunks as he rested on his knees.
Any man or villain would be lucky to possess such a powerful, handsome hero. That stirred something deep within Ramon Mikhail as he stroked Gallant's brown hair. The man was sexy. Too sexy. A tight sexy body like his needed to be tamed and used. He needed to be owned throughout.
"Minotaur," the King uttered in his deep voice. "Our powerful Hero here needs a second Master. Why don't you try owning him and show me that you are not just a sub?"
Instantly, the bull-man lifted his head and stared at the kneeling muscle god.
Ramon's eyes were glued to the scene before him. He could feel the blood rushing to his head as he watched the former Assassin circling the kneeling beast of a Hero like a hawk.
Minotaur had placed a black leather collar around Gallant's thick neck.
"I will use you for my pleasure," he said, admiring the magnificent sight of the powerful superhero collared and helpless beneath him. "You will be tamed when I'm done with you."
The villain tightened the collar around Gallant's throat, forcing a grunt out.
"You're going to serve me. You're going to serve my every desire. You're going to submit to my every command."
"Erm... Yes, sir," Gallant answered, but his eyes turned towards the King, his true Master.
"Don't worry. You'll enjoy every second of it. Just take a deep breath and let your body succumb to my lust and desire. Your body craves my touch, doesn't it?"
Gallant nodded weakly as he took in a deep breath.
Unknowns to Gallant, his subconscious was already losing a battle to the euphoria brought upon by Minotaur's strong presence the moment he entered the King’s room. His body was shaking from the anticipation of his impending sexual encounter, out of his control.
He leaked into his tight loincloth, no matter how hard he tried not to.
"Good boy. I know how much you love to surrender yourself to me." Minotaur stroked Gallant's cock through his loincloth, adding a lewd twist to his sentence. "We're going to make beautiful music together, don't you think?"
All of Gallant's superhero muscles were displayed on full display. His chest was littered with dark hair. His abs were chiseled and defined. His eight-pack was smooth and powerful, ready to be used for whatever purpose the villain had in mind.
Grabbing the collar of the superhero, Minotaur pulled the Hero up to his smooth and musky armpits. The villain's musk hit Gallant as he turned to stare into the bull-man’s masked face. The aphrodisiac sweat of Minotaur was intoxicating.
"Take in a deep breath again," Minotaur ordered, offering his armpits to the superhero. His aphrodisiac sweat was exuding in a heavy cloud of lust.
"Oh, shit," Gallant gasped as he took in a whiff. His powerful legs trembled under him.
He took another deep breath and felt the intoxicating scent filling his nostrils. He could feel his dick swelling as the poisonous musk shocked his brain. He leaned forward, deeper into the Brass Leader's smooth and sweaty pits.
"Taste it," Minotaur ordered.
The Hero took a deep breath and let out a moan of pleasure as the scent of Minotaur's sweat filled his lungs. Defying his control, his tongue darted out and licked the man’s sweaty armpit.
Salty.
"Mmhmm," Gallant moaned as he tasted the villain's sweat, savoring the taste of his new Master’s musk.
"Taste all of my armpits," he demanded.
"Mmhmm," Gallant moaned as he licked his armpit again.
Minotaur grabbed a handful of the Hero's brown hair and pulled him in close. Gallant's face was buried entirely in the villain's armpit as he was forced to lick and kiss the man's pits. His cock was dripping with excitement as he worshipped the musky armpit of the villain.
"I want to see you squirm under my control." Minotaur grabbed the collar of the superhero, forcing him to let out a muffled moan.
Soon, the superhero’s body got hot and warm from the sexual heat induced by the Assassin’s sweat. Gallant's brown hair was plastered and matted sexily all around his face. His chest and nipples glistened from the sheen of his sweat. His tight, sexy abs shone with defined ridges.
"Oh, look at you. You're absolutely gorgeous. Look at that set of abs and that huge ass! It's begging to be punished and fucked. Are you ready for it?"
"Yes, Master Minotaur," replied Gallant, utterly drunk from the aphrodisiac. His body was trembling with arousal. "Please punish me. Please fuck me."
"Good boy, Gallant. Now, stand up. Let me see you.”
Gallant stood up and presented himself to Minotaur, standing in front of his tall frame with his hands behind his back. Minotaur grabbed him by the neck collar, squeezing his beefy shoulders to show the extent of his dominance.
King Ramon watched the duo from the bed, his eyes burning with lust as he saw the superhero being toyed with by the villain. His cock was hard as a rock, throbbing with excitement.
"What do you want me to do with him, Your Majesty?" asked Minotaur.
"Whatever you please, Minotaur. Put on a good show for me," King Ramon said as he lay back in bed, getting comfortable. His hand was already stroking his own cock.
Minotaur smiled and nodded, and turned to the superhero. "Okay then. Let's see what your superhero ass can do. Let's start with you riding this bull."
The villain tugged the Hero by the chain of the collar. Minotaur laid back down on the bed. His thick 10-inch cock was now standing at full mast, stiff and throbbing. He grabbed the superhero by his neck and held him up so he could get a better view.
The Hero stood with his legs on each side of Minotaur's tapered waist. His muscular thighs were as thick as the royal palace's marble columns, and his ass was tight and firm.
"Sit down on my dick," ordered Minotaur.
Gallant looked at the monster before him and did as he was told. He slowly lowered his hips and sat down on Minotaur's thick cock. The head of Minotaur's cock was bigger than a fist. It was so big that his ass was stretched out even before the head breached the rim of his hole. Gallant felt his ass would split if he tried to sit down further.
"Fuck, I can’t… This thing is too big," Gallant groaned, wincing in pain as he tried to get the head in. With enough effort, the giant head finally pushed passed the rim of his tight hole.
"Don't stop, Gallant, you have to take it all," Minotaur said as the muscle god lowered himself on the monstrous cock.
Gallant moaned as he felt his ass being penetrated. The massive head of Minotaur's cock was buried inside the Hero's ass. He could feel the veins of Minotaur's cock rubbing against his ass walls as he gradually descended.
Without warning, Minotaur slammed his dick into the superhero's ass.
"Ahhhhhh, fuck!" Gallant cried out. His vision was filled with stars as the monster's cock drilled his ass. Pain struck all over his powerful superhero body.
"Don't worry, Gallant. You'll be able to handle my cock just fine. Now, you're going to ride me like a cute little cowgirl on my cock." Minotaur said as he could feel the warmth of the superhero's tight hole engulfing his massive cock.
Whimpering, Gallant began to bounce his ass up and down on the massive dick of Minotaur.
"You need to work hard to make me cum!" Minotaur commanded him.
"I… I will try, my...," Gallant replied as he worked his ass up and down on the huge cock slowly.
"Faster! Keep fucking my dick like that, and I will make sure you regret it," Minotaur threatened as he thrust his cock deeper into the superhero's ass.
"Uuunnnngghhh, yes, fuck me, my Master!" Gallant moaned as he picked up his pace on riding the thick rod. His own hard cock was flapping up and down, slapping against his own eight-packs.
Minotaur grabbed the Hero's hips and fucked him harder and faster.
"Your ass is so tight! You look like a little slut riding my dick!" Minotaur moaned as he kept fucking the Hero. Meanwhile, he was sweating... Sweating buckets.
Minotaur's aphrodisiac sweat continuously made its way through the superhero's system. As he rode Minotaur's dick, Gallant's dick became rock-hard. He had no idea what had happened to him, but his dick was becoming increasingly harder. He can feel his dick throbbing and pulsating with heat. In an instant, his mind went blank as his balls tightened. Minotaur slammed his dick deep inside the superhero's ass.
Gallant was too lost in ecstasy to realize what was happening. All he knew was that he wanted to feel every inch of Minotaur's cock plunging inside his tight hole. He wanted to feel that dick penetrate the deepest parts of his rectum. He didn't know how to stop his dick from getting harder and harder. His ass was tight like a vice grip now.
"Uuuunnggggghhhhhh! FUCK ME HARDER, MY MASTER! MAKE THAT COCK THICKER AND FASTER! FUCK MY LITTLE BITCH ASS!" Gallant screamed out, unaware of his own blabbering.
Minotaur could feel his dick swelling larger by the moment in Gallant's ass. His balls were tightening up, and he could feel his sperm boiling in his balls. This was it! He couldn't hold his load back any longer. He would soon fill up the tight ass of the heroic superhero.
It was then when Minotaur decided to switch up his tactics. He slowed down his thrusting movements. Instead of slamming his dick into the superhero's ass, he started to gently pump his dick in and out of the Hero's ass.
With the slower pace, Gallant could feel all the sensations of his rapist's dick inflicted inside his ass. He groaned as his dick grew thicker and longer. Every time Minotaur's cock slid past the Hero's anal ring, the feeling was incredible. He could feel his balls getting fuller by the moment.
Minotaur was so close already, but he did not want to cum just yet. He wanted to fuck the Hero's ass until he came first. The villain continued to slowly pump his dick into the tight hole of the superhero.
"Yes, please don't stop! Keep fucking me like you're going to break my ass!" Gallant begged. He wanted more of that intense pleasure coursing through his dick. He wanted to cum. He wanted to empty all the semen stored in his balls.
Minotaur looked down at the Hero's face and saw that he was smiling droopily with lust. He reached forward and caressed the superhero's chin.
"You look so cute when you beg for more," he said. "I'm glad I can make you happy."
His smile widened as he slid his hands down and grabbed Gallant’s muscular arms. They were thick and hard like pipes. Minotaur squeezed them and pulled them towards his body. He wrapped his strong fingers around the superhero's biceps and felt the raw power of his muscles.
"You are so fucking strong… I love how your muscles feel in my hands."
Minotaur reached out and stroked Gallant's thick pecs. He placed his palm over the Hero's pectorals and rubbed his hand up and down the muscle. He could feel every detail of the texture, from the fine hairs to the firmness of the dense mass underneath. He rubbed his fingers over the Hero's chest and felt his nipples grow harder.
"Your body feels so good in my palms," he said as he pinched the Hero's nipples between his fingers, causing Gallant to twist and flex every fiber of his muscular body. "I like the way your body moves when you moan. I like to hear you beg for more."
He leaned forward and kissed the Hero on his lips. His large tongue slipped into the Hero's mouth, tasting the saltiness of the man's saliva. He moaned as he felt the fullness of the Hero's muscular body.
He could feel the heat radiating off the big man. The sheer power of his muscles made his dick throb with excitement. He wanted to feel all that power sliding up and down his cock.
"Are you ready to cum, my muscled slave?"
The villain stared into the Hero's lust-filled eyes and saw he was ready for more. He kept teasing the Hero's nipples and rubbing the brown tips tenderly.
"Please let me cum!" the Hero begged. His body and mind was completely intoxicated with Minotaur’s aphrodisiac. There was no escape. "Oh God…please cum inside me! Please fill my ass with your cum!"
Minotaur grinned and nodded. He turned away from the Hero's face and looked at the King. King Ramon's face was twisted with lust. His hand furiously stroked away at his cock as he watched the hot scene unfold between two of the most muscular and sexist men on the planet.
Minotaur knew what he wanted to do next. He would satisfy his only audience. He kept kissing the Hero and licked his lips.
"You need to beg for it," he whispered as he raised his hand and slapped the Hero across his butt cheek.
Gallant gasped and grunted as he felt pain and pleasure shoot through his cheeks. In reaction, he started to ride the 10-inch cock faster, feeling his balls tighten and his ass tingle.
"Earn your pleasure," Minotaur smiled as he moved the hand from view and placed it behind his back.
"Oh God… Please… Please cum inside me!" Gallant begged once again. "I need to feel your thick seed fill my ass. I want to cum so badly! Please!"
Minotaur smirked as the superhero began to ride his cock with even more eagerness. The man's eyes were glazed over, and his breathing became heavier. It was apparent the Hero was nearing climax.
The villain could see that the Hero's muscles had tightened up so much that they seemed to have lost their elasticity. The Hero's ass looked as if it were carved out of stone as it wrapped around the cock tightly. He could feel his penis growing larger by the second. Every time the Hero took a deep breath, his erection grew harder.
In response, Minotaur wrapped his fingers around the Hero's neck and squeezed hard enough to make him gasp. With his free hand, he reached under the Hero's ass. He grabbed his meaty cheek, exerting his sexual dominance over the powerful Kant Guardian.
"Cum now," Minotaur commanded.
Gallant roared as he rammed his ass down on the rod. He screamed and thrashed, trying to bury himself deep onto the villain's cock. His vision went white as pleasure overtook his mind. He couldn't think of anything other than the sensation of his ass being stretched wide and deep by the massive cock. He could feel liquid pleasure bursting from his own cock as he shot string after string of cum in the air between them.
Following that explosion of ecstasy, Minotaur reached his own climax. He closed his eyes and arched his back as he came deep into the Hero's ass. He held onto the Hero's collared neck as he continued to spurt and come, coating his insides with his warm cream.
Gallant felt the warm seeds of his rapist's orgasm flood his ass, bursting his insides and dripping down his crack.
Finally, after a good minute, their bliss subsided. Minotaur finally released the Hero's neck. His hand remained firm on the back of the Hero's head. He could feel the Hero's trembling, and he knew the moment he let go of the Hero, the man would collapse in front of him.
"Do you like that?" Minotaur asked, squeezing the Hero's neck tighter.
"Yes…oh yes," Gallant moaned. His once heroic face was completely distorted in ecstasy.
Minotaur looked over to the King and saw that the Majesty had already come all over himself. The Brass Leader placed his hands on the Hero's shoulders and pushed the Hero off his cock. The two men were both spent, exhausted from their marathon fucking session.
Minotaur rolled over to the side, gently lifted the Hero up, and laid him down next to the pleased King.
"Good job for a first try, Minotaur."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Impossible?
No… It makes sense now.
So that incident with Gallant with the golden eyes was my Father's doing. Fable, who was missing, was found in Rustmore. The Kant Guardians turn their backs on each other. The capture of my mentor, Jaguar.
Renegade gritted his jaw tight. He didn't want to believe any of this - the alleged fact that his Father, the King of Rustmore, was the mastermind behind the turmoil. But it seemed like the only logical explanation now.
Poison Pip spoke out suddenly, "Silly Hero. We are not here to play… As much as I would love to with that fine ass of yours. We need to overthrow that evil man to bring back balance to Rustmore. A weakling like my humble self cannot do much. Ha ha!"
Weakling? Poison Pip was no weakling…
Still having doubts, Renegade challenged, "Why me? Aren't there other heroes in the League or assassins in the Ensemble?"
Pip rolled his eyes again, "Sigh. We don't know whom we can trust. With Mino and Brose converted, Banshee Ensemble is in shambles. The League? You are the only one whom we can verify as "clean" after that... hilarious heroic attempt at the lab."
So… the Ensemble is also at its wits' end.
Working with these ruthless assassins was appalling, but he had no choice. He could imagine they also felt the same about getting help from a Supe. Renegade frowned as he lowered his guard.
"Fine. A truce for now. What do you have planned?"
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