The damp air stank heavily of cum and sweat.
His eyes were glassed. His tongue drooped slightly out of his lips. A mat of wet black hair hung upon his forehead. The muscular stud moaned as his painfully erected dick ejaculated again countless times today.
The clear collection tank was almost filled to the brim. A whole gallon of pure white cum.
Avian could no longer think straight. The constant milking of his essence over the last couple of hours had taken a great toll on his body and mind. Even his once-massive balls had sunk down despite the effects of the semen-enhancing drug.
"Pl-Please…" his coarse voice croaked.
*Tzz… Tzz… Tzz…*
A sense of relief finally rippled through the hero from his dick. The milking sleeve stopped its constant stroking and his erected member rested drained in its soft and moist confines. Pierce took care to remove the sleeve and the milking tube. His piss slit was gaping from the prolonged insertion. It felt blissful now that the vile device was removed. The pause itself almost broke the hero as his tears welled up with the much-needed relief, "T-thank y-you."
A small stream of warm milk leaked from his plugged-up hole down to his shackled ankles, forming a small pool below the hunk.
"How's my super cow doing? All sweetened up for harvest?" boomed Sugarloaf as he entered the room. He smiled at the sight of the naked hero dangling in his binds, dressed only with his red iconic jacket. The protector was clearly a shadow of his former self.
Lucas, again, scurried over with a new sample of the hero's essence. The evil confectioner dipped his finger in the viscous liquid and felt the texture before smelling and tasting his new production. Gleaming, he smiled proudly, "6 hours of absorption of my honey sure made a huge difference. His essence is ready now."
Avian looked up with weary eyes, still defiant, "L-let… Let me go…"
"Get the rest of him ready. The event is starting," smirked the Candy Daddy. With a snap of his fingers, The caramel contraption holding the hero prisoned withered away. The hunk's heavy body landed on his knees before collapsed to the ground face-front. The drained hero was too weak to support himself, nor even to escape now that he was freed.
"Uuhh...," groaned Avian. His muscular arms were painfully sore from being chained up for hours. He feebly tried to reach behind. The milk enema was giving him cramps.
Lucas flipped the hero's muscular body over. Even though his belly was inflated with the volume of milk in him, the curves of his well-defined abs could clearly be seen. The bright spotlight shone directly onto his chiseled face, forcing the hero to squint his eyes.
In his short moment of relief, the hero felt pressure on his washboard abs. The pressure increased quickly, forcing the hero to groan. He looked down and saw Lucas pressing his right foot onto the bloated abs.
"Uuhh... no..." as he struggled weakly to push the masochistic waiter's foot off. The nerdy hunk quickly shifted his body weight over, sending a tremendous amount of pressure onto the hero's inflated belly. Avian's eyes bulged as he could feel his bile rising from his stomach. The intense pressure forced the milk up and out.
*Pop*
Unable to dam the intense pressure, the tightly fastened butt plug popped out of the hero's rear end. Gushes of the white liquid poured out from his gaping hole. Avian's eyes rolled up as he felt the comforting yet erotic pleasure of release. It almost felt like he was ejaculating from his own ass.
The torment of the tight bondage confines, endless milking of his balls, and constant stimulation to his prostate had drained the hunk to his core. His hero jacket soaked the lukewarm liquid as his consciousness slowly faded in exhaustion.
Sugarloaf rolled his eyes at the mess on his floor, "Make sure you clean this up properly, both of you. Sparkling clean, you hear me?"
"Yes, Master Sugarloaf," replied his two employees in unison.
Glancing the unconscious hero one last moment, he saw the once-proud city protector's thick flaccid cock twitched slightly. A clear drop of sweetened pre-cum shimmered on the tip of his piss slit as the milk enema continued to leak out from his ass.
"Hey buddy," smiled the striking hero leader with his brightest smile. "How has this world been treating you?"
On the roof of the Guardian's towering headquarters, Avian was in his secret getaway spot, gazing out at the painted sunset sky. Captain Solar seemed to always know whenever his teammates were troubled with something. That empathetic disposition made the man the highly respected hero that everyone in the hero alliance looked up to.
"Well… You know. Hague and Earth stuff." sighed Avian. The captain's blue eyes softened. He knew that many of the heroic members from Earth detested inhabitants of Hague Domain as it was often seen as the domain of evil. After all, almost all of the monsters and disasters came from Hague Domain, the neighboring dimension to Earth.
"My brother," assured Captain Solar in a deep voice as he placed a firm hand on the hero's shoulder. "No matter what others say, stay true to yourself and your beliefs. You are a good man and others will see it too."
His words always struck a chord. The Captain was someone that the avian sorcerer really admired.
The sound of chains rattling awoke the stud, bringing him back into his nightmare. He rested inclined on a metal frame. The hunk's strength had slowly returned but he could hardly budge.
A candy-cane yoke pillory was secured around his thick neck and both wrists. His veiny biceps were bulging with this position and his smooth sexy pits were fully exposed. His hands were encased in hardened caramel, preventing him from casting his avian magic.
His red jacket had been removed. Placed by his side, the iconic symbol of Avian was soiled in his musky sweat and milk.
His mind was clearer now but his spirit was shattered. The villains have thoroughly broken him through the ordeal.
He thrashed in his binds feebly. He could not move his legs. Struggling to look down, colored sugar ropes tied his calves to his thighs in a frog tie. Looped around his knees, a rope pulled the hero's legs upwards toward the yoke, holding his tied-up legs arched to his exposed chest. His flaccid cock, large balls, and dark-pink pucker were fully exposed and vulnerable.
The hunk could only rock his flustered face from side to side. His throat felt clogged up from the shame and humiliation of his position.
"Good evening," greeted Lucas cheekily.
Oh... not this guy again...
"Master Sugarloaf is waiting. It is almost time."
The clutter of tools on the metal tray sent shivers down the hero's spine. He could not see what the evil waiter is doing.
A cold touch of metal circled his nipples. Trying to look down his muscled chest, he saw the man carefully sugar-gluing two metal rings around his large dark nipples.
"Get... get it off," stuttered the hero.
Showing the hero a silicone cock sleeve, the waiter poured in Paradise Honey as lubrication. The hero's eyes widened in desperation, "No. Not again. Please!"
Dipping the head of the captive's flaccid penis into a moist cock sleeve instantly shot a wave of pleasure through the thick soft shaft. The waiter wrapped the silicon case over the growing organ and tightened the straps around the hilt, marinating the slab of love meat in the toxic honey.
Avian shut his eyes in despair, desperately trying to fight the surging lust within him. His member slowly filled up the sleeve despite his resisting will. Lustful thoughts crept his head once more. Looking at his nerdy captor, the muscled waiter began to look attractive to the straight hunk.
"I... I want...," slurred the drugged hero.
What am I doing? Why is he... He looks good… I… I need release… No. Fight it… No…
While he was fighting the conflicting emotions brewing within himself, Avian felt something being put into his mouth and realized that he was being ball-gagged with a large jawbreaker. With his jaws forced open and voice muffled, he felt the candy ball fastened around his head.
The foreign substance in his mouth made the hero salivate profusely. To avoid further embarrassment by drooling, Avian swallowed his sweetened saliva, unaware of the fact that the jawbreaker dissolving in his mouth was made from the poisonous honey. It carried the same aphrodisiac effects, keeping the avian hero in a state of persistent lust, breaking his mind, and sweetening his essence.
Thrashing within his binds, he felt like a useless doll, manhandled, unable to even speak, and now constantly horny.
No! What are they planning to do to him now?
A loud mechanical sound cranked all around him. A rattling sound of gears shifting. The ceiling split open and bright lights poured onto his muscular form. The lights shone and highlighted every bugle and every curve of the hunk's hot body as though a piece of Michelangelo was being showcased. It was almost artistic, if not for the erotic position his body was conformed in.
The platform below him trembled, as it began to lift. He was being brought to a new room.
The sound of applause rang in his ears as his audience came into view. The large ornated room was filled with dinner guests, rows, and rows of dining tables. Wine glasses and fine china decorated their tables.
The platform came to a halt, placing the naked and bound hero in the middle of the dining floor, upon a centerstage.
Avian was horrified. Upon gazing at his audience, he recognized that the room was filled with villains after villains, both infamous and less known ones. Each of them smiled darkly, clear that they had some sort of nasty plans brewing in their minds. It was a dining room of hell. Avian struggled desperately within his sweet candy bondage, attempted to scream, but the gag muffled any noise he tried to make.
His face instantly turned even redder on top of his drug-induced sexual heat. Every villain he knew was seeing him naked and painfully aroused. There's no way he can bounce back from this utter humiliation. Shame burned into his spirit with the lewd public display of his body, cock, balls, and ass.
NO! NO! NO! This got to be a nightmare. This can't be true. IT CAN'T BE TRUE!
He continued to scream in his gag as his eyes turned teary. The public humiliation was too much for the broken hero. The horrified look on his gagged face and teary eyes encouraged the villainous crowd to erupt into cheers. After all, one of their hero nemesis bounded, stripped, and humiliated on a public stage was a scene that would be etched in every villain's mind present this evening. Flashes of phone cameras flickered through the room.
"Hear! Hear! Hear!" boomed Sugarloaf as he stood in front of his prized possession. "Thank you again for joining me this evening. I hope you enjoyed tonight's dinner and save enough space for my world-famous desserts."
"As always, Sugarloaf's traditions. A live preparation of a hunky hunk for my internationally recognized sweet treats," said the Candy Daddy. "Today is extra special. Our sweet treat this evening is none other than one of our city's finest protectors and heroes, Avian!"
The villainous crowd roared with delight and anticipation.
Sugarloaf gave the platform a slight push. The tied-up hero slowly rotated, showing off his muscled form in the flattering spotlight.
"Towering at 6ft2" and weighing 198lbs, the fine muscles on this spectacular hero are rock hard. His large monumental pecs, themselves, are a sight to behold. Bring your eyes to the dark succulent nipples on those man-tits. Healthy as heroes come, almost zero fat! Look at the ripped abs, those delicious mounts of pure muscles..."
As Sugarloaf continued to showcase his masculine treat for the night, every villain in the room was clearly salivating with lust.
On the other hand, Avian was screaming muffled against his gag, thrashing about violently in his binds as much as he could. His teary face was torn with shame and humiliation. His body contorted with each struggle, flexing his muscular form and shimmering with a thin layer of sweat which drove the room full of villains even crazier with lust for him and his demise.
His hand raised with three fingers probed up. "Today's special will be a 3-course dessert degustation. My signature Crème Brulee , a rich and creamy Chou à La Crème , and a honey-sweet Digestif ."
With that, the world-class confectioner stopped the spinning platform. Pierce presented the Candy Daddy with a large piping bag, filled with yellow crème made from today's freshest produce.
Avian's eyes widened in fear. His muffled growls got louder as the mature and muscular villain approached him.
As the icy-cold yellow crème filled the nipple rings, the tingling sensations forced the hero to let out a soft moan. Suddenly, it was as though the room had been silenced as a familiar wave of pleasure and submission coursed through his heavily drugged mind. Lust clouded his mind as the overwhelming aphroditic effects of the jawbreaker gag overpowered his sense of shame.
Seeing his captive's eyes gradually glassed out, Sugarloaf smiled and proceeded to garnish the little mounts of crème treats on the hero's bouncy chest and succulent nipples. With a blowtorch, he scotched the sugars on the surface of the crème, giving off an intense caramel aroma.
Next, Sugarloaf faced his audience and presented a large ovular object. Switching it on, the large vibrating bullet rock vigorously back and forth. The crowd was waiting silently in suspense, as though anticipating a magician to perform his trick.
Angling at the entrance of the delicious-looking pucker, the bullet also seemed to be thrusting its way into the tight heroic ass. Avian felt the violent vibration and struggled feebly, knowing that he could not stop the intrusion.
His eyes rolled back with pleasure as the bullet slipped easily into his inside, tackling his prostate constantly with intense vibrations. His honey-coated cock twitched painfully erected in the sleeve. His body was obviously enjoying the consistent pleasure of the juddering object in his ass.
With a new piping bag of white fresh whipped cream, Sugarloaf secured the nozzle deep in the hero's chute and pumped the ice-cold cream in. His bowels quickly filled with the sweet cream. The hero's body was reminded of the erotic milk enema and his cock throttled again, releasing streams of pre-cum. It was cold, filling, and undeniably pleasurable.
Oh…. God… I can't seriously be enjoying this… not in front of so many enemies… Why…?
Sugarloaf finished the final touches by lacing the tight rim with icing. Cream slowly oozed out between the muscled cheek, an irresistible sight for any villain to dig in and savor the manly hole.
After the incredible erotic preparation of the deliciously muscled stud, every villain in the room was dying for their turn to lay their hands… and mouths on the avian hero.
"Our lucky first guest to try out dessert course today," boomed Sugarloaf. "I'm sure most of you know him. He paid handsome dollars to get the first dips on this once-in-a-lifetime course."
Struggling amidst his state of sexual stupor, Avian barely made out his first guest's face. Once the recognition hit, the hero trembled in fear and shame.
No! No… it cannot be… Not him!!
A long bushy tail brushed against the bound hero's exposed ribs. It felt ticklish. Avian shut his eyes and struggled to remain still and silent.
It cannot be him. This… This must be a nightmare.
"Looks like the Fox is having the Bird today," smirked the guest.
The dashing villain was of average height, standing at around 5ft 7'. His facial features were both soft yet striking, an exotic East Asian look. While he was wearing his infamous striking red blazer and white trousers, it was clear that the man's body was well-built. A red bushy tail hung free from his behind, and faint whiskers marks stretched over his handsome face.
Vermilion Vulpes . The underground world's top pimp and sex trafficker. A lustful fox spirit. One of Kant City's worst criminals and Avian's personal nemesis.
"I couldn't finish my entrée today because I was dying for desserts," smirked Vermilion as he traced his sharpened nails across the hero's torso. His claws circled the mini Crème Brulees on the hero's nipples, gently scratching the man's areola.
The avian hero trembled slightly as a wave of pleasure washed through his body through his tits. He swallowed hard, unknowingly consuming more of the toxins.
Was… Was Vermilion always so… attractive?
Vermilion leaned in close to the man's chest, savoring his nemesis' scent. The hero smelled deliciously sweet, musky, and clean. As he exhaled, his warm breath washed over Avian's chest, his neck, and across his face. Vermilion bit his lips. This hero had been foiling all his evil plans and his extensive line of businesses. Oh, how he wanted revenge. Sweet revenge.
Without wasting another second, Vermilion dived into his first treat, viciously devouring the sweet crème from the hero's nipple. The hero's body jerked with shock as electrifying pleasure rocketed toward his twitching cock. Avian let out a soft muffled moan. His eyes rolled up as tears of pleasure formed at the corners.
W-Why does this feel so good? It… It's Vermilion! This shouldn't… Oh… God. Feels… so good.
The humiliated protector struggled with his inner conflicts as he was being devoured by one of his worst enemies, in front of many more others. Yet, somehow, it began to feel right. The humiliation slowly become associated with the pleasure he was experiencing. His face fluttered with shame and lust.
"MMMM… (More…)," moaned the drugged-out Avian loudly in his jawbreaker gag.
Vermilion smirked once more, as he licked off the crème on his lips. He had just finished the first course and the hunk on the table was moaning like crazy. How shameful.
Spotting some spilled crème on the hero's smooth pits, his tongue found its way around the contours of the moaning hero's sensitive underarm. At this point, Avian was in tears and drooling from his gagged mouth. The pleasure was insane. His pits were one of his most sensitive areas and with it being cleanly shaved from earlier, it became even more of an erotic spot. With each lick from the villain's tongue, Avian's head trembled and his cock throttled with intense pleasure, gushing out volumes of pre-cum into the collection sleeve.
"Simply delicious!" exclaimed the foxy pimp, as he rose from the hero's pits. Everyone in the room was trying to hide their own erections from the erotic scene. Applause and cheers erupted at the sight of their hero's utter humiliation.
Leaning near Avian's reddened face, Vermilion smirked again, "The next dessert is in your ass. I'm sure it will be a good one again."
"Mmm…," whimpered the teary-eyed hero. His chest still heaving heavily from the armpit torture. But somehow, he felt a little less humiliated and an increasing sense of desire for the villain in front of him.
"Oh… You got a little something there," as Vermilion wiped the drool off Avian's cheeks. Flicking his tongue out, he tasted some of the hero's drool. "If only, I could kiss you right now. Hahaha!"
Circling his hunky dessert, Vermilion sat down on a small cushioned stool prepared prior. His face just in front of the hero's sweet ass. The cream slowly oozed out of the tight ass, jutted out by the thrusting bullet within its confines.
"It's a little bit hot in here, isn't it?" frowned Vermilion as he removed his red blazer to reveal a shredded body.
The crowd erupted in cheers again as the topless villain rubbed his hands along the hero's thick tights, caressing them as he molested the stud. His seductive hands slowly moved towards the hero's massive set of balls, fondling the jewels. Avian's eyes widened as his large potent balls were played with. His cock involuntarily jerked and leaked even more of his sweet essence.
Avian felt the warm breath on his wrinkled rim. It was sensational. The pimp really knew what he was doing. He seemed to know Avian's every sweet spot, tormenting him with pleasure, lust, and desire. His straight mind was slowly reshaped by the drug to enjoy the pleasures of men.
A warm tongue licked around his tight hole, washing off the icing around it.
Oh, God… Please… Please give me more.
Avian's face was red with pure lust and desire. Deep inside, he was glad that he was gagged up, otherwise, he would be moaning the villain's name.
The tongue began darting into his hole, slurping up the cream as it went. The warm lips of the villain kissed the tight rim and began sucking the hole forcefully as though it was a straw for its delicious insides. The suction felt ticklish yet oddly erotic. Avian could feel the rich cream leaving his ass and his urge for release increasing rapidly.
The thrusting bullet on his prostate constantly sent shocks of pleasure while the foxy villain eating his ass hungrily was overwhelming his pleasure centers. It was driving his sexually heightened body over the edge. Tugging forcefully at his yoke prison, his eyes widened and his vision went white. His moans intensified as his muscular body trembled constrained in its tight binds.
Still hungrily devouring the hero's ass, Vermilion knew the hero was ejaculating… and a large one too. He felt every jerk and twitch of the jets as the precious essence left the trapped body. The sight of the hero cumming was driving him mad with lust. He needed to take the bound stud this very moment.
As the hero collapsed onto the platform in post-orgasm bliss, Vermilion unbuckled his trousers. He was feeling insanely horny. Much hornier than he ever was. Was it the hero laid spread out in front of him? Was it the utter humiliation when he came from the villain's rimming? What was it?
Through his lidded eyes, his vision was still blurry. He could vaguely make out the outlines of Vermilion. Hands were resting on his hips. Sweat dribbled down onto his groin. Something hard was pressing against his moist hole.
"Argh…" moaned the hero, as the villain's erected cock push through his tight hole, ravaging his virgin hole. He cried out as he felt his violator's hips thrusting against his creamed ass.
Despite Candy Daddy's torments, no one had popped his cherry yet. The villain's shaft penetrated his warm insides, finally claiming the hero as his own. His large testicles were pressed against his defiler's pelvis each time the villain thrust deep within him. The sensation was shocking… even more, intense and pleasurable than the hero had ever imagined. Avian, filled with lust, gasped in willing surrender, wanting more and more.
The constant pounding, the filling of his virgin's chute, and the vibration of the bullet against his prostate sent unimaginable waves of ecstasy crashing throughout his drugged body. His humiliation transformed into loud muffled moans of pleasure of being fucked by the villain who he once vowed to put away.
This surrender to the man before him, used against his will, crushed Avian's heroic pride and honor to smithereens. His mind now essentially fried from the fucking and the drugs. All he wanted now was more of this man. More of the fucking. More of his sweet essence, leaving his body in powerful bliss.
A warm sensation filled his ravaged ass as the villain caved onto his body, pressing down on his encased member. Panting heavily, the villain looked up his conquest with his striking red eyes. Avian's body shuddered a final time with intense pleasure before collapsing glass-eyed. Drool flowed endlessly from his gagged mouth.
Looking up at Sugarloaf with exhausted yet lustful eyes, the villain panted, "W-where's the last dessert?"
The Candy Daddy smiled as he fetched the brimming cock sleeve. Pouring out the hero's sweet nectar into an elegant aperitif glass, the sheer volume overflowed, decorating the glass rim with thick white cream.
"Enjoy your honey-sweet digestif," said Sugarloaf, as Vermilion savored the intoxicatingly sweet semen. The foxy villain literally glowed with renewed energy as he consumed his conquest's essence. Memories and emotions rejuvenated the fox spirit. He had got what he came here for. Revenge and more.
"Let me know if he's up for sale," smirked Vermilion as he flicked Sugarloaf his pimp name card.
As his pleased customer left the centerstage, Sugarloaf boomed once more, "Who's up for seconds?"
Hands shot up with stacks of money, eagerly waving for their turn with the avian hero.
Sugarloaf gloated in delight as he watched his fallen hero shuffled helplessly in his candy binds. A renewed flow of pre-cum pooled on his rippled abs.
Oh… the ways he could monetize this new prized possession…
"Where's Avian? He's supposed to meet us around here today," asked Flare as they sat down at the small café table.
His costume was red and white, with a flame emblem across his broad muscular chest. On the other hand, his friend was leaner in build, wearing a blue and white spandex suit with a snowflake symbol.
Frost looked around the Halloween-decorated café and shrugged, "No idea, he didn't respond to his communicator. By the way, have you noticed that the staff here are ripped? Even that friendly café manager, Pierce, he's almost built like a tank."
"Here are your strawberry cheesecake and tiramisu. Enjoy!" chimed their masked waiter, Lucas. The desserts seemed to sparkle under the café's lighting, alluring the young rookie heroes to dig into them.
"God, this is delicious! You got to try this, Flare," exclaimed Frost as he stuffed his mouth with the cheesecake.
As he wiped off the remaining tiramisu on his lips, Flare's face washed red. He gazed upon his childhood friend's handsome face and toned body. Was Frost always this attractive…?
Flare tried to shake off the weird thought about his partner but the internal heat he was feeling was building up. His mind was feeling a little foggy now.
Behind the buzzing kitchen door, just below the chef's working table, an empty jar of cream laid waste in the trash can.
If anyone was there, they would have noticed that the label read in bold letters:
"Avian's Sweetened Cream - Hero Edition".
---- End of Sweet Cheeks Café ----
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