"How do you know the castle layout so well?" Renegade looked on as Poison Pip quickly stretched out the map of the Royal Castle.
The main section of the Castle was surrounded by tall walls lined with guards. In the front was the Royal Gardens, where most of the King's garden parties were hosted.
"We're the Banshee Ensemble." Pip grinned as he traced his finger across the map, which also showed the blueprints of the Castle's interior. "It's like our second home now!"
Renegade stared at the map, marveling how much they knew about their target. "What do you mean?"
Pip tapped the side of his forehead proudly. "Ever since we found out about the King, I did some sneaking around and memorized the entire castle layout by spending two weeks there!"
Renegade looked at the kid in disbelief. "You spent two weeks inside the castle?"
Pip nodded with a wide grin. At the same time, Dust Devil grunted with annoyance, "Can you explain this quickly so I can grab a nap? And keep it brief. All this talk is making me sleepy."
"Someone's impatient," Pip stared back at the Leader of Percussion. The muscled man in dune clothes stared at them with lazy yet memorizing, turquoise-tinted eyes. How can someone so powerful be so lazy?
Dust Devil ignored the verbal jab and focused his attention back on the map. "So, what do we have here?"
Pip pointed to the map. "Here's where the throne room is located. This is the main lobby area. If I can sneak in there undetected, then we'll be able to find the King's Chambers. He is usually in his chambers at night playing with... your friends."
Pip ended his sentence and looked at Renegade. The superhero frowned. He really didn't want to know what the Father was doing.
Pip continued, "For me to sneak in and knock out the King, we'll need a distraction."
Pointing to the Royal Courtyard, he said, "This would be the perfect spot to cause a racket and lure out the King's army. "
"I'll go," Renegade volunteered. "I'm likely his next target because of that incident at the lab."
Pip raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I've got it."
"All right."
Turning to Dust Devil, Poison Pip asked, "Then I presume you will support Renegade with your powers?"
The burly man shrugged his shoulders lazily, "As long as I don't have to do much."
“Before we do this, I need your word that you will not kill the King. Just knock him out until we figure out what to do with him,” Renegade looked firmly at Poison Pip.
The petite Assassin gave back a bright and chilly smile. “My word as a Mystic and the Leader of Woodwind.”
Renegade nodded, "Good, let's get started then."
"You sick fuck!" Jaguar screamed. He looked at the contraption he was in and strained his head back at the evil King before him. He was hunched over a bar while on his knees. He could not stand up since straps restrained his powerful legs. A table-like surface hooked to the device in front of him. His elbows supported him, and his hands were secured on the ground.
His half-face cowl masked his ruggedly handsome face, keeping his identity a secret. But his costume was gone. His scarred muscular body was exposed for all to see. His bare chest was bulging with raw beasty muscles. His abs were so defined, resembling a washboard. His cock was hard and erect, pointing upwards. His balls were swollen and tight, despite the constant milking.
Around his cock was a silicon milking sleeve, squeezing and stroking his cock in a rhythmic motion, cooing the hero's next load.
The King stood over him and smiled.
"This position is more fitting for a beast like you. I always like to give proud heroes like you back your consciousness occasionally. To see how you feel when you finally submit to your true nature once more."
"I'm not submitting to you!"
"But you will. Like countless times before."
"Never!"
Jaguar looked around the room and saw the other heroes and villains. Many of the heroes looked glassy-eyed. In contrast, most of the villains looked excited and eager. Their eyes glowed brightly, and they watched Jaguar with anticipation.
Lt. Maverick , Gallant , Fable , Red Titan , Elastic Man , Voltage , Aegis , Iron Rumble , Ambrose , Minotaur , and the King's personal bodyguard, IceBreaker .
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The King's super-being collection was standing before him.
"Let me go! What have you done to them? You monster!" Jaguar roared at King Mikhail.
"They are just enjoying themselves, like always."
"Enjoying!? Enjoying!? They look like they don't even know what is happening!"
King Mikhail laughed as he strolled to the back of the Kant Guardian, admiring his plump ass, "So do you, my little kitty cat."
In his hand was a long thin black leather strap that resembled a cock strap. He placed it against Jaguar's thigh and pulled back, teasingly brushing his hairy balls. "Do you want me to collar you up, my little feline?"
Jaguar let out a defiant grunt.
"You are so proud and stubborn. Like all of them once were. Before they start serving me."
The King took hold of his thick cock and began stroking him slowly. His hand was slick and warm. His fingers were strong yet gentle. Jaguar shivered at the King's touch.
"Even though you are nothing but a glorified animal. A powerful cat to be tamed and serve his master," The King teased, "but you're no different from the others."
"No..."
"Oh yes," King Mikhail uttered as he fastened the leather strap around Jaguar's cock and balls, tight enough to prevent him from getting any harder. He grabbed a small metal collar and attached it to Jaguar's neck. The King smiled, "I like to see the look in your eyes when you are collared."
Lt. Maverick and Red Titan came over to the collared hero. Lt. Maverick stood behind Jaguar, and Red Titan positioned in front of him. Their faces were grim, and their thick hard cocks were out.
"Maverick, Titan! What are you doing?" Jaguar tried to resist, but he couldn't. He was already too weak to fight or break free.
Jaguar grunted and struggled when he felt his Leader's hands all over his manly glutes. Lt. Maverick spread his cheeks open to reveal Jaguar's tight hairy hole winking back at him. Jaguar could feel something cold and wet touch his anus.
"What are you doing!?" Jaguar shouted, struggling valiantly in his contraption.
"Relax," said Lt. Maverick coldly as he smeared more of the lubricant and slid his finger in and out a few times.
Meanwhile, Red Titan was rubbing his big dick against Jaguar's face. Jaguar could smell his musky scent and taste his salty precum.
"T-this is wrong!" Jaguar protested, trying to angle his head away from the Rustmorian Hero Leader's cock. "P-please... stop..."
Red Titan smirked with golden eyes, "How bad do you want it?"
"I don't want any of this!" Jaguar cried out in defiance, but his cock was hardening as Lt. Maverick pushed his finger further with more lubricant.
Voltage and Aegis joined the three men, and their cocks dangled right next to Jaguar's face. Their balls were gigantic. Both superheroes had full loads of cum stored inside of them. They sank beside Jaguar's prone body and started licking his face and neck.
"I can't believe you guys are doing this," muttered Jaguar as he felt tongues caress his thick, collared neck. Voltage and Aegis reached down and squeezed his bound biceps, feeling the raw power trapped in the King's evil device. Their wandering hands eventually found their way to his ample muscular chest. Simultaneously, Voltage and Aegis gave his nipples a pinch, causing a sudden wave of pleasure to trickle through the muscular trapped body.
Jaguar gritted his teeth as he felt something pressing against his anus. His sealed cock was rock-hard, and his balls were full from all the teasing, but the cock strap prevented him from cumming. Lt. Maverick pried open the hero's buns apart and started working his cock into his tight pucker.
Jaguar gasped for air, and at that moment, Red Titan shoved his cock into the Guardian's throat. All Jaguar could do was moan as both Hero Leaders spit-roasted him while the other two Hammers kneaded and pinched his muscular chest.
"Uh, Mph! (Oh god!)" Jaguar cried out, "MMMPH! (Stop!)"
He tried to struggle, but his restraints made it impossible to move. The cock in his throat tickled his tonsils, and the cock in his ass pushed ahead deep inside. He tried to twist to escape the two Hero Leaders. His manly cum was building in his balls as the four superheroes played with his body like a ragdoll.
"Mmmph!" Jaguar moaned, "MMMPH! (Don't... don't do that!)"
His balls were starting to ache. The pounding on his prostate was beginning to feel good. The scent of Red Titan's cock on his face was intoxicating. Voltage and Aegis made out above him as they squeezed his bulging pecs.
"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" Jaguar grunted in pleasure. He wanted to release, but he wouldn't admit this. Admitting it would mean that the King was right.
From the corner of his eyes, he could see that he was not the only one getting all the action.
Minotaur had Gallant in a lease and collar on all fours, sucking away at the Bullman's gigantic cock. Meanwhile, the dominating Assassin was making out with his mentee, Fable. Jaguar could hear the loud slurping and moaning as the muscle-god Kant Guardian submitted to the Brass Leader. Fable's handsome freckled face was clearly out of it. The young Guardian was utterly drunk by Minotaur's aphrodisiac sweat. His face twisted lewdly as Minotaur ate away at his lips.
On the other end, the King laid back on his throne as the Leader of String rode him. Ambrose was moaning as he fucked himself on the pot-bellied King's hard cock. Two of the Hammers, Elastic Man and Iron Rumble, were kneeling before him, their faces buried in the disgusting King's sweaty pits.
With the sight of his superhero friends getting off, Jaguar couldn't stop his cock from swelling. Waves of arousal, one after another, were washing over him. His dick was rock-hard, and his balls were filled to the brim. He tried to will himself to cum already, but the cock strap was too tight. His cock twitched in the confines without hope of any release.
He was on the brim of breaking. The need to cum was overwhelming... and familiar.
*DONG!*
The castle bell echoed throughout the exotic display in the King's chambers.
*DONG! DONG! DONG!*
"What the hell is that?" King Mikhail boomed. Every superhero and villain froze in place.
A red-haired servant entered the room hastily to report.
"Your Majesty! We have trespassers on the Castle's grounds."
"What?!"
"It seems like a quiet night tonight."
The castle guard turned to his friend with a frown, "Don't jinx it."
His companion shrugged.
Nothing was amiss as the guards strolled through the Royal Garden under a moonlit sky.
"Hey...," his friend uttered with a heavy breath, "This is weird. I... feel kinda tired."
The other nodded in response. His vision darkened as his eyelids felt heavier than anything the guard had experienced. By the time he realized what happened, the guards were lying on the ground.
"What's-...?" He asked weakly. Before he could even finish his sentence, the man fell asleep.
Hidden in the corner of the Royal Garden was a muscular man in dune clothes. His turquoise gaze looked on as more and more castle guards collapsed one after another as a torrent of fine sand spread across the air like a pathogen.
A soft breeze blew past him as he flipped his scarf over his eyes. His job was done for now. It's time for a nap.
His lips curled up in a wicked smile. Tonight may not be as quiet as they thought.
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Renegade frowned as countless guards were taken down almost in an instant. While this made his task easier, it was fearsome to know that someone on the opposing side of justice possessed such powers.
He spotted Poison Pip giving him a grin from across one of the Castle's windows before darting into the Castle. The petite, purple-eyed Assassin would attempt to ambush his Father once Renegade drew the forces away from the King.
Renegade swallowed hard as he thought about the outcome of the battle. While he would have apprehended the mastermind of the turmoil in Rustmore, his Father still groomed him into who he is today.
He clenched his fists tight and breathed deeply to calm himself down. He's Renegade, a superhero and a prince who fights for his people. Justice comes before his feelings.
They are here.
Renegade spotted a group of castle guards approaching the garden. They were frantic. They had noticed their comrades had all fallen into a deep slumber. Dust Devil had deliberately left a small group of guards unaffected.
Grabbing onto his stun lasers, Renegade sprinted forward to the group.
"Heyy! Is that Renegade? Help us. There's something strange - "One of the guards shouted.
Before they could react, Renegade fired his stun laser. A low-energy blast hit one of the guards squarely in his chest, knocking him unconscious. His lasers had been set to the lowest, ensuring his targets were unharmed.
"What? R-Renegade had gone rogue!" The other guards shouted, immediately getting into a stance with their energy shields up.
Renegade aimed at the closest guard and fired. Another blast hit him in the chest, but it dissipated. The guards started firing energy blasts back from their spears. Renegade dodged the attacks, made a sidestep forward, and knocked out another guard with his right forearm.
From the corner of his eyes, he noticed that one of the guards had fled.
Renegade smirked. That was what he needed — an alert to the King.
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"Your Majesty, it's Renegade. A guard reported that he's here in the Castle," the servant reported to the King. "Our guards are not able to take him down."
"Fools. Do you think mere guards can take out a trained superhero?" The King laughed. He knew full well of his Son's capabilities. What is he going to do with his son now that he knows? Perhaps getting Prince Ryan under his control?
He turned to the heroes and ordered, "All of you go to get him. Do not let him escape."
Then, he pointed to Minotaur and Ambrose. "You two will stay here with IceBreaker."
The two Assassins nodded as the Kantian and Rustmore heroes left the King's Chambers.
"Augh... You. Y-You won't get away with this, Renegade," the guard uttered before collapsing.
Renegade watched the guards lying on the ground, unconscious, with their weapons around. He felt a crackling of electricity in the air and turned toward the main building of the Castle.
From the entrance, he could see Voltage leading ahead. Sparks were flying from his fingertips as he charged toward Renegade. More of the heroes were following behind him.
"Damn... is this a little overkill?" Renegade murmured to himself. He was in the open. Those heroes could easily take him down if he didn't play to his strengths right.
Renegade quickly turned away to escape toward the walls around the Garden. There were long and twisting corridors and columns to hide along the walls.
I just need to buy time. If Poison Pip got to Father, Jaguar and the rest would return to normal.
Renegade turned to steal a glance. He could see the barely visible sand dust in the air. The approaching heroes were getting more sluggish with each passing moment.
Dust Devil's powers were quite fearsome.
*KAPOW!*
Suddenly, a powerful bolt of lightning struck the ground beside him. Renegade immediately leaped into the air to avoid being electrocuted.
He saw Voltage running straight at him. Another lightning bolt struck the ground a few yards away from him the next moment. Renegade dodged to the right and took cover beneath one of the tall pillars.
He could see a pair of long arms stretched towards him as Elastic Man tried to grab onto him. At that same instant, Voltage charged for a powerful blast. Electricity surging throughout his body.
*Swizz! BAM!*
A bullet struck the wall just inches away.
Yards away, Lt Maverick had pulled out a long-range stun rifle from his dimensional pockets and fired at Renegade. Iron Rumble flew up into the air and charged his energy cannons.
The young Prince quickly dodged to the left. He fired both his stun lasers at Elastic Man, but a pink shield came into protection.
Aegis!
Renegade saw from afar the Pacifician hero grin as he held his hands out. Faint pink forcefields covered each of the heroes, rendering any attacks from Renegade useless.
Shit. I can only hold out for a short time. Pip, you better hurry up.
Renegade continued to fire away stun blasts at the brainwashed heroes, but it didn't even slow them down. He needed to be careful of the other heroes.
He glanced at the Gardens and saw Red Titan pull out his Vulcan Hammer and join Voltage in approaching the wall. The rest continued their long-range assault.
Something's wrong. Where's Jaguar, Gallant, and Fable?
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"Zzz"
Dust Devil let out a snore as he slept against the marble column. His eyes fluttered shut, and he dreamt of chasing after a beautiful man. He led him on a wild chase through the woods. It was an exhilarating feeling. He knew this was a dream. After all, if it were real, his lazy soul wouldn't bother to chase this guy around.
Finally, the hunk turned around. His gorgeous eyes looked intensely at Dust Devil. "I knew it was you."
"What?"
The beautiful man grinned.
"You are the one who is making everyone sleep."
Dust Devil shook his head as he awoke from his slumber.
In front of him were two of the superheroes - Gallant and Fable. The dynamic duo who he once fought back in Kant City.
"Well... it's you two again," Dust Devil said as he stood up, rubbing the sleep of his stunning turquoise eyes.
Gallant spoke as a golden sheen flashed across his eyes, "That sense of fatigue felt familiar. His Majesty would be so pleased to get his hands on you. You won’t get away this time."
Fable added, "How dare you try to assassinate our King. We will make sure you understand the consequences of your actions."
Dust Devil grunted. He was careless before. This time, he wouldn't slip up.
Gallant threw his arms down, and the Gauntlet of the Beast activated, covering his hands in a golden shine. His skin turned silver as the superhero prepared for Dust Devil's sleep magic.
"Screw this!" Dust Devil snapped his fingers, unleashing a blast of sleep dust. Gallant punched through the magic sand as if it was nothing.
"Let me show you how this works." Fable pulled out a book from his satchel and flipped open to a page. "Aperi ianuam fabularis. Da mihi vires heroum intus. Prince of the Little Briar Rose."
Dust Devil frowned as a golden glow enveloped the Storybook Hero's body, washing off the effects of his sleep sand. "I really hate these two troublesome guys."
The Leader of Percussion threw his hands forward, and piles of sand rushed to strike the heroes. Fable jumped backward while Gallant punched through each pile of sand. The sand reformed into a wall that blocked off both sides of the corridor, preventing more agile maneuvers.
"Hmph." Dust Devil crossed his arms. "Now, this is more like it."
"What do you think? Is this enough to stop us?" Gallant roared as he charged forward.
"It'll do," Dust Devil replied as he covered his hands in the sand and swung his arms forward, firing powerful bullets of sand.
Gallant tried to dodge, but he still took some damage. The bullets would be powerful enough to shred an average man to bits. The muscled giant’s muscles swelled as his silver body grew more prominent and tougher, fending off the bullets.
"Damn! You're getting strong," Dust Devil muttered as he raised his hand, and more sand poured out.
"Oh, no, you don't!" Gallant shouted as he leaped towards the Sandman with a powerful punch.
"Gah! That's cheating." Dust Devil yelped at the unexpected attack. He didn't expect Gallant to be so aggressive. Then, he held his hand forward as more sand blasted toward the hero.
"Ha ha! You should've expected that!" Gallant laughed as he punched through the sand before landing back on the ground.
"AUGH? What is this?"
Dust Devil smiled. The stupid muscled god had fallen into his trap.
Gallant looked at his feet. They were completely submerged in sand. Quickly, his heavy body started to sink.
Fuck! It's a quicksand pit!
He turned to his mentee, "Fable, help me get out of this. Quick!"
But Fable was facing another trouble of his own. A mob of sleeping castle guards surrounded him. They started gripping his body and throwing punches at him.
"Wait! Wait!" Fable shouted as he swung his book bag. He grabbed a random volume. "Aperi ianuam fabularis-"
One of the guards wrapped his hand over Fable's mouth, preventing him from completing his incantation.
"Mmmph!"
At that moment, a pile of magic sand poured over the Storybook Hero. He was barely visible. His whole body was wholly buried in the sand magic.
"No! Fable!" Gallant yelled as he tried to get out of the quicksand. But his efforts were futile.
"I guess I'll have to finish this myself," Dust Devil said as he stepped towards the sand pit.
Gallant glared up, "You can't beat me."
The Sandman narrowed his eyes. "Don't underestimate me. This is just the beginning."
The muscled god let out of mighty roar as more sand circled the Dust Devil.
"So, you're not going down without a fight," Dust Devil chuckled before unleashing his ultimate move.
"Sleep tight."
"Where are we?" Gallant looked around.
The place was surreal. Almost like they were lost in space. Stars surrounded them in all directions, but there was nothing else. No planets or asteroids. Nothing but the vastness of the universe.
Fable looked down at the floor below his feet and saw it glowed with a yellowish light. It was transparent. There was nothing else but the two of them in this space.
"Andrew... Is this a dream?"
Gallant looked back at the young red-hair hero. The freckles over his cheeks and nose made him look so adorable.
"No. This is real, Caleb. Isn't it?"
"Then where are we?"
"I... I don't know," Gallant uttered confusedly. Being a fatherly figure, Gallant was feeling uneasy. He wanted to protect his young protege, this handsome man before him. But were they safe now?
"Don't worry, Caleb. Everything will be fine."
"I'm scared, Andrew. I’ve been so bad since I became -"
"Silly boy. Don’t be scared," Gallant cooed as he hugged his mentee. "Everything is going to be okay. I promise you'll be just fine."
"But..."
"Just trust me. Okay?"
A sense of warmth washed against Gallant's heart. The sweet scent of Fable's messy hair filled up his senses. His hands pressed against the young hero's back, feeling his muscles under the brown jacket.
"Okay... You're my hero, you know? Andrew?"
"I love you so much, Caleb."
For a moment, they both froze from the sound of their voices echoing in the emptiness. They couldn't hear anything else.
Fable looked up and kissed the muscled god. "I love you too, Andrew!"
They kissed passionately, and their tongues intertwined. Their lips danced between each other.
"Do you want to make love?"
Fable nodded as he felt his cock harden inside his pants. Caleb felt his heart pumping as he kissed his hero.
"Mmmmm..."
"Good. Then let us begin our journey to becoming one," Gallant said as he grabbed the red-haired hero.
Fable threw himself onto the muscular man.
The two men kissed again. Soon, they found themselves on the ground. The only thing that could be seen in the starry space was the silhouette of the two men.
Gallant took off his orange vest as Fable watched him with lustful eyes.
His eyes were glued to his mentor's well-defined body. His sculpted chest and arms drew the young hero's breath away. His pecs were packed with two large slabs of muscles that stood out prominently. His six-pack abs flexed as he moved his torso, making his body look like a piece of art. It was clear that the Kant Guardian had spent hours in the gym every day. His biceps were equally impressive; they were thick and covered with bulging veins.
Fable gasped when he saw Gallant's ripped legs. His thighs were toned, and his calves were massive. They looked as if they could crush a car with one kick. He was proud of the way his mentor carried himself.
"You're so beautiful, Andrew."
"Thanks, Caleb."
"Can I touch you?"
"Yes," Gallant said as his eyes were locked on Fable's cute face.
The redhead smiled at his mentor and slowly slid down his chest. He knelt on the floor and touched the bare skin of his mentor's chest. His fingers traced his nipples as he looked up to see his mentor smiling and nodding.
Fable licked the smooth surface of Gallant's chest and felt his heart beating faster. A surge of excitement coursed through his veins as he looked up at his hero.
"That feels nice, Caleb," Gallant said as he bit his lower lip.
Fable smiled and continued licking. His tongue ran over the intricate patterns of his mentor's pectoral muscles. He sucked on his large nipple as he ran his hands all over Gallant's body.
"You're so hard for me, Caleb," Gallant said as his breathing became heavier. "I've been fantasizing about you since we first met. But I thought you were straight."
Fable knew that was true, but somehow, he felt compelled to love this man. He wasn't going to pull back. Instead, he leaned in closer, pushing his tongue deeper inside Gallant's mouth.
They both moaned as they explored each other's mouths. Their tongues intertwined as they swapped spit.
"Oh, yes!" Gallant moaned loudly as he shoved Fable's head against his stomach.
Fable's face was quickly smothered by his mentor's rock-hard abs. Fable inhaled deeply as he tried to take in every scent. His tongue probed deeper between Gallant's muscles and licked his abdomen. His tongue felt the ridges as it lapped up the accumulated sweat.
He was entranced by Gallant's powerful body and how it reacted to his touch. Fable's hands rested on his muscular chest and gently massaged the magnificent pectoral muscles.
His hands soon traveled southward and grabbed Gallant's ass cheeks. Fable squeezed them and spread the firm orbs apart.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the space. Fable's lips smacked against the rock-hard abs as he continued to lick his mentor's torso.
Fable then pulled away from Gallant to look at him again. He smiled and kissed him again before moving back up to his chest.
"Ooohh, Gallant. You taste so good," Fable whispered as he trailed his tongue down the hard lines of Gallant's abs. He slowly moved his tongue over his belly button and circled it around.
Then his hand reached down to his mentor's crotch. It was hard. Rock hard.
Caleb squeezed it and felt the big cock throbbing underneath. Then he grabbed it with his hand and stroked him gently. Fable gasped and moaned softly as he stared at his mentor's bulging chest, heaving up and down.
Fable looked up to see Gallant staring back at him. There was an intense look in his eyes. Fable wanted to kiss his mentor as much as he wanted his cock in his mouth.
His fingers gripped his mentor's shaft tightly and began stroking upwards. When he leaned in, his tongue snaked out and swiped up the precum that was leaking out of his mentor’s cock.
Fable tasted the salty fluid on his tongue and moaned. He then opened his mouth wider and took in as much of Gallant's cock as he could fit inside. His lips slid over the thick veiny shaft as he bobbed his head up and down.
Gallant let out a moan as Fable worked his magic on his cock. He leaned forward and grabbed Fable's head with his hands. His hips bucked up towards his student, and he fucked his face.
"Oh, Fable! That feels so goooood..."
Fable loved that he made Gallant feel good. He slipped his hand up from his crotch and held onto Gallant's massive pecs. His fingers ran through the light fur and tickled his nipples.
"I love touching you, Gallant."
"You're such a good student," Gallant said as he shoved his cock back into Fable's face. "Suck me, boy. Suck my dick like a good little student!"
Fable licked his mentor's shaft and sucked on his head. He bobbed his head up and down as best he could while his hands roamed all over his mentor's muscular body.
Gallant was breathing heavily now. His arms were raised above his head, and his legs spread apart. He was entirely vulnerable to Fable's lustful desires.
The young man bent his head down to lick Gallant's balls. He flicked his tongue over them and then returned to sucking on his cockhead.
"Fuck, boy. Your lips feel amazing around my cock. My balls."
"I'm going to make you feel good, Gallant," Fable said with a soft slurp. "I want to make sure that you cum in my mouth."
"Please do... Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Gallant grunted loudly. His voice was hoarse and filled with lust. "Oh damn, Fable. Suck my cock. Make it shoot its load in your mouth!"
Fable obeyed and swallowed as much of Gallant's cock as he could.
"OHHH, FUCK! I'm cumming!"
A powerful spurt of sperm shot into his mouth. The taste of semen mixed with the salty flavor of his saliva and the musky flavor of his mentor's seeds.
"Ooohh... Oh fuck..." Gallant groaned as he collapsed back down. He looked at the lustful eyes of Fable. The boy wasn't done.
Fable licked his lips and swallowed.
"More..."
"Of course, my dear Caleb."
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Dust Devil laughed when he saw the two sleeping superheroes' crotches were completely soaked. They didn't realize that he was making them fuck in their dreams.
"Oh fuck, Caleb." Gallant moaned in his sleep talk as they rested on piles of sand.
"Andrew... Yes..."
Both let out a moan together. Instantly, the air was thickened with the musky scent of boy juice.
The Leader of Percussion grinned at the two fallen superheroes. This would give Renegade and Poison Pip more time. He wondered what the other two were doing now – did Renegade manage to distract the heroes? Did Pip find his way to the King?
"They better get their shit together and finish up this. I'm feeling sleepy again."
Dust Devil let out a yawn before lying down between the two superheroes. He could feel their hot muscled bodies, sweat, and cum, radiating out lust.
"Between these two, this is a nice place for a quick power nap," he laughed before dozing off.
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