Fall X038
The early morning sun warmed his large silver feathered wings as the 26 years old hero soared above the city's skyscrapers. Below him was the hustle and bustle of the millions of city dwellers in Kant City, getting ready for their daily grind. Taking in the magnificent view of the silhouette of the city skyline, our avian hero felt a sense of gratitude as he took in a long deep breath of the cold morning air.
What an incredible day it's going to be.
A drift of feathers trailed his flight as our hunky sorcerer zipped off towards his destination. Aaron DeLuca, known by his hero name, Avian , was one of the few nature sorcerers from Hague Domain who decided to spend his time on Earth to further his magic research. One of his fellow sorcerers and closest friends, Ervin Istvan, or also more well-known as Imperial Flame, was based in the neighboring city, Cindra Metropolitan
Being one of the most powerful inhabitants of Kant City, he often took time out from his research to help out the Guardians of Kant City as a favor to his good friend, Captain Solar. However, the Captain has been reported missing for close to a year now. It was worrying as there was almost no clue as to where that powerful hero went off to.
Recently they were tracking down some information on Captain Solar, which led them to apprehend a long-time pimp and human trafficker, Vermilion Vulpes. This youthful-looking 27 years old sly and foxy villain had been giving the city's police department and Guardians a lot of troubles through his brothel businesses and series of kidnappings. Unfortunately, the latest police report came in that Vermilion had escaped en route to high-security Manda Prison.
"He won't get away the next time," muttered Avian in his thoughts. The hero spotted his destination and started to descend.
When his brown mountain boots touched the street pavements, his feathered wings sparkled away in bright blue light as the flight magic was dispelled. Heads quickly turned to look at the hunky hero upon his arrival. Some fans even started to scream ecstatically.
The handsome stud has short spiky dark hair underneath a brown cowboy hat. He usually slung his hat around his thick muscular neck. Dressed in a flashy sleeveless red cowboy jacket, Avian had large pockets to hold his battle tools and bird feed. His exposed bulging biceps hung out from his jacket for all to see. On his wrists, he wore two brown falconry braces that he used to hold his avian summons.
Underneath his red jacket, he wore a black muscle-fitting undershirt that did nothing to hide his large bouncy pectoral muscles and rock-solid six-packs. A navy blue jeans wrapped tightly around his tree-trunk tights and calves, with a shiny silver buckle.
Just across the street, there was a new café in town. A huge colorful and heavily decorated signboard screamed: "Sweet Cheeks Café by Sugarloaf". Despite being early in the morning, there was already an insanely long queue, mainly full of excited ladies and a couple of guys. It was obvious why they were here.
The café was brimming with a team of hot, sexy, and manly employees. In the el fresco area, strapping hot waiters were provided table services in tight white shirts and thighs-hugging trousers where their bubble butts could be seen jiggling as they move.
Black domino masks rested on their handsome faces, adding an allure of mystery. One of the male guests even daringly spanked a hulking waiter, only to receive a lustful wink that made his heart melt.
Not only the waiters were smoking hot, but the coffee barista with black-rimmed glasses was also clearly ripped under his tight black polo tee and apron. Girls swooned all over the counter as he expertly crafted their lattes while flexing his muscular biceps. Behind the glass kitchen window, a handsome pastry chef was in a sleeveless chef jacket, with his elbows up, focusing on each sweet creation he dished out.
With their model-like faces, well-built bodies, and impeccable attentiveness to their work, it was no wonder why the popular dessert café was packed to the brim.
Avian observed the café from across the street. The brightly colored café stood out like a sore thumb in the greyish and deserted district. His intel told him that many men went missing around this sketchy part of the city. He was supposed to meet up with two other rookie heroes tomorrow but as their new mentor, he wanted to make sure that the place wasn't too dangerous.
As attentive as ever, the café manager quickly spotted the hero across the street and scurried over to greet the hunk. His name tag read "Pierce". Just like his staff, Pierce was well-muscled, filling up his white shirt and black waistcoat. He was more mature than the rest, with a sprinkle of salt and pepper in his hair. Nonetheless, the café manager was a handsome man as well.
"Mister Avian. It is a surprise to see you here today. Are you interested to have your morning tea with us?" asked Manager Pierce.
"Erm… I'm actually on patrol," replied Avian. He was not expecting to dine in today but somehow felt compelled to. "And the queue is so long. I shouldn't."
"Nonsense. As one of our city's protectors, you are more than welcome to our humble café," said the manager. "Come on, it will just be a quick break. Let me get you a good table."
It might be good to observe what's going on around these streets from the cover of this café.
Not wanting to sound rude, Avian nodded, "Just five minutes."
The manager smiled brightly at his new patron.
As they entered the colorful pastel café, all eyes went to towering hero. After all, who would not notice such a popular and striking superhero?
The interior of the café was whimsically decorated with Halloween-themed pieces, with smiling Jack-o'-Lanterns, pink bats, and cute broomsticks. It also explained why the hunky waiters were wearing masks.
Seated down at a corner table near the back of the café, he had a good view of the café and the streets outside. That was great that the café had such large windows. The café was buzzing with surprising hot ladies. It seems that they were all here for the waiters. One of the ladies gave him a wink. Avian flashed his signature heart-melting smile. After all, the Avian hero was a 100% straight man.
One of the waiters came over with a menu. His name tag had the name "Lucas". The eager blue-eyed hunk handed him a menu before diving into their top recommendations. Finally, the hero decided on their signature lime tart and a shot of espresso. The chirpy waiter headed back quickly with his order.
Taking the first bite of his lime tart, his eyes widened, and he let out a soft moan. It was the most delicious thing he had ever had. Quickly, he wolfed down the dessert and savored it with the strong shot of espresso. The hero was definitely hungry for more now.
Snapping back from his foodgasm, he calmed down from the mind-blowing experience. Wow... no wonder this place is the go-to café. Forgetting the reason for his visit, he started to notice the staff strutting around. His body felt strangely warm as he began noticing how their butt cheeks bounced each step they took, how subtly revealing their tight dress shirts as they failed to hide their deep cleavage, and how gorgeous their faces looked.
Snap out of it.
Avian was a straight man. What was he thinking looking at guys so vulgarly? Unknown to him, the café's trap was already triggered. The special order of lime tart was laced with an incredibly strong aphrodisiac. After all, this was not an ordinary café.
Waiter Lucas came back with a jar of icy-cold lemon water. Leaning in close to the hero, Avian could see the masked waiter's stunning blue eyes and smell his sweet perfumed-like scent. That made the straight hero even more strangely aroused.
The café manager approached suddenly from behind Lucas with a 3-layered pumpkin mousse. "Mister Avian. Here's our seasonal special for Halloween! It's on the house. I hope it suits your taste."
"T-thanks. Thanks, Pierce," flustered Avian as he snapped out of his daze. "That's very kind of you."
What the hell am I doing? Why am I have these weird thoughts about the staff here?
A creamy rich bittersweet taste filled his mouth. "Ohhh... yes..." moaned the hunk uncontrollably.
S-shit, when did I...?
Unknowingly, his own hand fed himself the pumpkin dessert. His own body seemed to yearn for more, without his conscious control. Hazed out from the amazing flavor, he gobbled down the rest of the mousse, without further restraint.
His body felt really hot now. Heaving heavily in his cushioned seat, his eyes were diluted and slightly zoned out. Somehow, everyone in the café started to look extremely attractive. Even the creepy guy at the other corner of the restaurant.
I need to get out of here.
With great difficulty, he stood up from his seat and wobbled slightly. Watching his VIP, Manager Pierce quickly scurried over and held the drugged hunk before cooing him back down to his seat.
"Mister Avian, you can't leave yet. We have prepared a special treat to celebrate our city's most popular protector's first visit to our humble cafe," said Pierce. "At least see what we have prepared before you go. Will you?"
Despite his current state of obvious intoxication, the hunk struggled to flash his brightest smile to decline, "No, I'm sorry. I-I have to be somewhere else now."
"Just a quick look," insisted the hunky manager. "Please, let's make our way to the private room."
The hero wobbled again as he stood up. His mind was foggy with the heat and lust. Pierce quickly reached in under the hero's sweaty pits and held him upright. His hunky waiter Lucas hastened over to support the heavy body of the hero. Their touch unexpectedly sent a wave of pleasure rippling across Avian's body. They ushered him into the private room just behind his table.
In the private room stood a massive croquembouche, towering even higher than the hero, almost touching the ceiling. It was... magnificent. An absolute dessert masterpiece. His body trembled as it was drawn toward the massive dessert uncontrollably.
"Are... are you sure this treat is for me?" stuttered the hero as he was already approaching the wildly elaborated pastry.
"Yes, Mister Avian. It is our small token of appreciation for your service to our city."
His hand was shaking in anticipation. He swallowed hard as he reached out to a single profiterole. "Maybe just one..."
Both the manager and waiter grinned darkly in delight behind the tranced hero. Their plan was going as smooth as butter.
Like a drug, the moment he engulfed one, another profiterole followed. The hero was unaware that each of the puffs was laced with a fatal amount of aphrodisiac and sedative. Even if he was, he could not help himself. One was enough to drive an average man into mad lust.
His alarm bells in his mind went off, alerting the hero of his intoxication. From sheer willpower alone, he suddenly gripped his own hand that was reaching out for another one of the drugged pastries.
"No..." the hero slurred. His powerful mind struggled to regain control over his drugged body. "NO!"
Pierce and Lucas jumped in surprise. No one should be able to resist after being so drugged out. What was the pair going to do if this hero decided to apprehend them now?
The hero turned over to face the duo and assumed his battle stance. Blue magic circles slowly formed. Heavily drugged, he struggled with his speech, "Something is off... and ugh... you two better let me out now before this café..."
*Fizz*
His magic circles quickly crumbled. The hero's focus was badly shot so much that he could not command his own complex magic. His diluted eyes widened in panic as more blue magic circles formed but quickly disintegrated.
Wicked smiles cracked across both perpetrators' handsome faces. With a chloroform-soaked cloth in their hands, bringing in this disarmed and drugged-out hero was going to be as easy as taking candy from a baby.
A splitting headache woke the groggy hero. His body was heavily sedated with a mixture of chemicals, and it was wrecking his mind. How did he even let himself got into this state?
Struggling to lift his heavy body off the ground, his vision slowly returned. The room was dark and huge. Thick metal bars surrounded him in a circular enclosure. The bars extended upwards to the ceiling, converging to the middle, resembling a large birdcage. This prison seemed highly ironic for the avian hero.
Still in his costume, his hands were left free, but the enemies have removed his boots and his brown cowboy hat. Cuffs around his bare ankles, attached to chains that keep him from leaving his birdcage prison. Still extremely drugged out and horny, the hunk panted lightly as he circled around the enclosure.
"These metal bars are very tough," muttered the hero as he tried to navigate his thoughts through the mental cobwebs and formulate an escape plan.
A figure shifted in the shadow, catching Avian's attention. It was Manager Pierce.
"You!" Avian roared with renewed anger. "What do you think you are doing? What is the meaning of this?"
Pierce just stared at the hero briefly before turning around in a bow. A large man stepped into view. Despite his grey hair, the mature man was built like a tank. Muscles filled out his comically colored hot-pink chef jacket and pants. His rugged looks added to his charms as a hot sexy muscle daddy.
"Master Sugarloaf . I present you your café's latest import. Kant City's very own hero sorcerer, Avian," said the hunky manager, still facing down in his bow.
"Thank you, Pierce," said the man in his deep voice. Turning to the captive hero, he spoke aloud, "Welcome, I heard that you enjoyed my sweet treats."
"Who are you?" Avian questioned. This man seemed to be a new master villain of sorts. There was not a mention of a villain called Sugarloaf in his files.
"I'm the owner of this establishment. And many more amazing products," introduced the Candy Daddy. "My sweet treats can be found across the country and even caught the eyes of the international gourmet community."
Eying the trapped avian hero, he said, "I'm sure you can't resist after tasting just one of them."
Stepping aside, a mountain of sweet treats came into view from behind the villain. It was every sweet tooth's dream. Desserts, sweets, pastries of all sorts of color, shapes, and sizes filled the table. A sweet alluding scent filled the room.
Avian was instantly hypnotized by the mere sight of the dessert table. Sweet memories of his recent experience with the treats took over his mind. "I... I need a taste. I-I want...," drooled the glassed eye hero. Taking a step forward, the rattling of the ankle chains brought him back. "No. No. This is... What have you done to me?"
The yearning was strong within him. His hands shook as he struggled to keep them from lurching towards the dessert table.
No, I can't. Those pastries. They make me lose control. I can't fall for this villain's tricks again.
Avian defaulted to what he was good at. Good old-fashion combat. That would serve as a good distraction from the devilish treats. Swiftly, he spread out his hands in the air. Blue magic circles quickly formed, and flocks of various powerful birds soared from within.
Yes. My magic is working now.
Doves filled the air, providing distraction and cover while Eagles and Falcons flocked towards the villains, with talons aimed at their vital points.
The feathered creatures tore through the air like well-trained air troopers. Avian was proud of his summons. These "nobody" villains would not stand chance against his army of birds.
The birds had provided him with the much-needed distraction. With his Talons magic, a pair of ethereal talons covered his muscular arms, allowing the hero to rip through the metal ankle chains like cotton candy. Once freed, the sorcerer instinctively summoned his silver feathered wings and soared upwards the metal cage bars, making quick waste of his prison.
"SCREECH!" rang a sudden cry.
*Thump*
Hovering near the ceiling, Avian could spot a bloodied eagle plummeting to the ground.
*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*
His battle birds started dropping like flies. Each one of them had a piece of sharpened candy corn sticking out from their bodies.
Avian winced in pain internally. These birds were not only his friends but also an extension of himself. Their death burned the hero's spirit. "W-what? No!"
Amidst the flocks, he saw the reason why. Sugarloaf was no mere muscle-head. Candy corn daggers shot from his opened hands, piercing the hero's feathered summons. The Candy Daddy was a super-powered villain!
Avian felt a set of eyes on him. Sugarloaf was smiled at him with a smirk as he slapped his hands together. Sparkling candy dust filled the enclosed room. The air began to glitter.
"No!" Avian quickly realized that the air became dangerous. He quickly covered his nose with the collar of his red jacket. While he was safe from the dust, his avian summons were not.
Mind-wrecking pain shot through the Avian's body, as all of his birds collapsed to the ground. The cold floor was littered with feathered bodies. His flight and talons spells were dispelled with the intense pain to his spirit, sending the hero plunging down to the ground.
His landing was strangely soft. As he regained his senses from the stabbing pain, he realized his body had sunk into a large pink blob of marshmallow. The candy appeared to be alive and quickly contoured itself around the hunk's body, locking his limbs deep within the treat, leaving only his head and torso exposed.
"I can't have my main ingredient injured. After all, you are the star dish tonight," smiled the Candy Daddy as he approached the captive hero.
"What have… What have you done to my birds?" panted the hero sorcerer as he tested out his confines. The marshmallow was soft but strong to hold the muscled hero down.
Sugarloaf laughed wickedly, "I hope you like my sweet glitter bomb. They are actually incredibly fine pieces of sharp hard candy. When inhaled, they are designed to slice up the internal organs of the unfortunate victims."
"Argh!! You… you demon!" screamed the hero with hatred. The sorcerer could barely move his limbs, preventing him from retaliating.
The marshmallow reshaped slowly as it held the panting hero firmly in his confines, careful enough to prohibit the stud from using any magic.
It stretched upwards, hauling the muscular arms above the hero's head. His hairy pits were exposed, releasing a musky scent. Once the hero was lifted to his toes, his thick legs were spread open. His ankles kept firmly distant from each other. The marshmallow constraints slowly turned translucent orange and hardened into caramel.
The captive stud was held up in a lambda position, perfectly vulnerable for the villain to exploit.
"Argh, let me go this instant. Do you know who you are dealing with?" struggled Avian in his binds. The effect of the drugs was wearing off from the battle, giving him more clarity of his situation.
Sugarloaf approached his strung-up victim and caressed the man's stretched-out chest over his smooth black undershirt. He shared, "All of my world-renowned treats use a special ingredient to create. This ingredient is what leaves our competitors far behind from our amazing products."
Avian wriggled in his bind. Why was this perverted man touching him?
The villain's hands traced down the muscled torso.
"I heard that Nature Sorcerers like you have incredible vitality. Your magic draws directly from your life essence. Just so happen… my secret ingredient is that very essence." Once he completed his sentence, the villain's hand rested on the stud's crotch.
"W-what? What the hell did you say? Get your filthy hands away from me!" yelled the wide-eyed hero as he arched his hip backward.
His mind was racing. Was this villain seriously thinking about stealing his life essence?
Waiter Lucas stepped toward the trapped avian hero. He looked different this time. Instead of a mask, he wore a set of spectacles over his clear blue eyes. The stud was shirtless, with just a white-collar around his neck and shirt cuffs around his wrist. Gone were his skin-tight pants, replaced with a kinky black thong. The skimpily dressed nerdy waiter was well-muscled, with a physique that could rival a Supes.
In his hand, he held a large chocolate éclair with tiny chocolate bats sprinkles.
Avian's eyes widened at the realization. He arched his head back as far as he could. "No. No. No. Get that away from me!"
Grabbing his jaws firmly, Lucas looked the hero in the eyes and smiled. He shoved the éclair into the hunk's mouth, force-feeding him with the drugged pastry. Cream smeared across his handsome face. The instant the dessert touched his tongue, a familiar electrified sensation shot through his costumed body.
It tastes… it tastes heavenly…
The hero's eyes rapidly glazed over and diluted as the aphrodisiac poison was re-introduced into his systems. His cheeks felt hot and started to turn red with sexual heat. His mind began to cloud as he began to unconsciously savor the dessert.
With a pair of scissors, Lucas snipped off the hunk's black undershirt, carefully leaving on the hero's iconic red cowboy jacket, to reveal his rock-hard muscular torso underneath. His thick mounts of lightly-haired pectoral muscles with their dark brown nipples stood erected in the cold air. His ripped abs gleamed with a thin layer of sweat, with a thick treasure trail leading down his pants.
His pants were not too fortunate, however. The hunky waiter shredded his lower garment quickly, exposing a red jockstrap underneath. The hero's set of large nuts, a characteristic of a nature sorcerer, could be seen straining in its confines. His thick penis was obviously erected from the effects of the love drug. Its head pressing against the red fabric, staining it with a small pool of pre-cum. His bubble butt was pushed out by the white straps of his jockstrap, jutting out the hero's bouncy rear end.
"Oh… W-what…" slurred the avian hero as he slowly recovered from the foodgasm. The straight hunk flustered even redder with shame as he realized his state of undress. He yelled, "What are you doing?! Do not touch me there!"
A rumbling sound of wheels rolling came from behind him as Sugarloaf emerged again with a transparent thin tube in his hand. The tube was attached to the machine with a glass tank.
With a quick snip, the jockstrap fell to the ground. The sexually high hero tugged at his candy binds, in a futile attempt to break free and cover his exposed privates.
"No, no, no! Release me!" screamed the straight hero in panic. "What are you doing with that?"
"Harvest time with my Essence Extractor, " grinned the villain as he introduced the machine beside him. "This new prototype here will be your best friend for a long time to come. I will hook you two up for a nice intimate session regularly. I'm sure you will enjoy it. On the plus side, I will have a nice stockpile of my secret ingredient."
With defiance in his eyes, Avian spit at his captor, "You'll never succeed with your perverted plans. As soon as I get out of these, I will hunt you down and make you pay!!"
Unfazed, Sugarloaf held the massive and erected member and pulled back on the hero's foreskin to reveal the leaking piss slit. The hunk let out a soft moan when his wet mushroom head felt the cold air.
Holding the taut penis firmly, the evil confectioner aligned the clear tubing on top of the small opening. Avian shivered as a cold sensation touched his slit. He looked down at what the villain was doing and was horrified. A long thin tube poked at his urethra’s entrance as the villain tried to slip it in.
"AHH!!" screamed the hunk. "STOP! Stop!! STOP!!"
Sharp spasms of pain shot through his erected dick as the confectioner slowly drove the Extractor tubing into the hero's piss slit. Slowly, inch by inch the tube disappeared down into the erected 8' rod. Tears welled up as the struggling hero had never felt so violated before.
Once lodged in place, Sugarloaf slipped a transparent rimmed penis sleeve over the hero’s cock. Wires could be seen branched out in the silicon sleeve as it tightly wrapped the erected member. The moist sleeve felt almost comforting on the hero’s sensitive member after the urethra penetration.
"Oh, can't forget this treat." smiled the Candy Daddy as he looked at the disoriented and panting hero. Another éclair was stuffed into the dazed hero's handsome face, sending another course of the potent drug into the hunk's body.
Panting heavily, the flustered avian hero hung upright. He never felt so vulnerable and humiliated before. Internally, he was struggling with his own sexual heat. His sensitive member twitched slightly as the bound hunk awaited his fate.
A note from Nox:
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