Rusty, Ace, Prof and Rocky...
Each seemed to be inhabiting their own private hell of base humiliation as they strove to break the mysterious bonds that held each man in inescapable captivity. The Green Hex was clearly taking especial pleasure at their predicament: Indeed, the more they strained their muscled bodies against the sinuous cords keeping them bound to the huge oaken stakes, the more his ingenious magical bonds slithered around thighs, arms, calves and chests, compressing their limbs here, and then relaxing there, giving false hope to each man as he pulled and strained for freedom. But the true debasement was that Hex had spun a web of cosmic enchantment around the quartet's tight purple costumes such that the supple fabric of the Chall's form-fitting uniforms now crawled over their tight young bodies in a lurid dance of Tantalus, cupping and squeezing their pectoral muscles as a man would a full-breasted woman, tugging and milking at their testicles with urgent sucking strokes and compressing their rapidly swelling sex organs with rude undulations.
Rocky had been the first to "break" when his own tight costume began ravishing his massive male frame, the slick fabric reaching deep into the crevice between his muscled glutes. The raven-haired hero had gasped audibly, like a young bridesmaid, blushing to a deep crimson as the tight rosebud of his anus was relentlessly stroked and taunted by the enchanted fabric. "Uh-uuuu-ggghhh!!! Christ! What's happening!!!!" The handsome man intoned. Rocky's breath was coming in short gasps as his huge thighs were stroked and compressed, forcing even more blood into his engorged penis. It felt as if the turgid meat would burst if it swelled any more. In blind panic and sexual rage the big man tore at his bonds, only to cause himself more pleasure-pain for his efforts. Ace paused in his own struggles to grimace at his buddy in disgust as he observed Rocky's enormous meat swelling and stretching his costume to the limit, but his grimace turned to a mask of horror and sexual heat as his own testes were suddenly strangled in the grip of his own uniform..."Aiieegnnhhhh!!!!" The handsome blond had always been sensitive "down there" and indeed the blond lad had, on occasion, pulled and tugged his big ball sack to orgasm in his own private moments. It was as if Hex's sex-spell were playing on his darkest fantasies, the slithering ropes finding all of the right places to squeeze and manipulate. Soon, the young Ace was too lost in his own humiliation to be disgusted at Rocky's brutish moans and panting lust.
The Green Hex gloated over the two boys as he casually observed Ace's reactions to Rocky, moving into position between of the two squirming heroes. His long green fingers reached out to stroke Ace's big chest; Hex's alien hands feeling-up Ace like a high school prom date. The buzz-cut lad's chest heaved with each breath, as Hex stroked Ace's mounded pecs. It was as if the wizard's hands were made of a liquid fire that lingered in trails of ticklish heat as he pawed the trapped hero. Rocky was next, and Hex spared no time in running his long fingers over the tightly stretched purple fabric that encased Rocky's phallus. The big brute jumped in his bonds as the evil man stroked up and down his shaft with long fingernails, sending jolts of electric fire up and down the struggling man's long pole. Rocky looked as if he were on the edge of a shattering orgasm, and perhaps some relief from the living hell he was enduring, but the moment Green Hex removed his groping hand from Rocky's shaft the lad was suddenly denied his release, as if Hex were somehow controlling Rocky's orgasm reflex. As if he could read Rocky's mind, Hex smiled with an evil grin..."What's the matter lad? Cat got your cock???" The wizard laughed cruelly as he moved on to his next victim. Rocky, driven mad with wild sexual urges, pure rage, and his inescapable bondage, threw himself against the magic cords, which of course only set them into a new sequence of humiliating ravishment. Likewise his uniform began milking and compressing him in it's weird embrace. Rage became lust once again and lust became a sort of animal mewling as the big man was reduced to a squirming hulk.
"You'll never get away with this, Hex!!!" Prof said. The eldest, Prof had managed to resist the taunting ropes an groping of his own tight costume, but as he released his rage at Hex, the ropes and costume seemed to have absorbed some energy from his outburst and his own penis suddenly received a jolting bolt of energy that sang down his cock, stirring his guts with lusty desire. The square-jawed leader of the pack doubled over as his body was wracked over and over with waves of sexual stimulation. Within moments, Prof too had been reduced to a drooling sex-drone. As Hex slipped his long fingers between Prof's ass cheeks, Prof could only make soft moaning sounds as his tight male frame trilled with powerful waves of animal lust. Indeed, whatever control Prof had lost seemed to telegraph through the other lad's for now the cosmic energy seemed to be flowing through all four heroes in a chorus of male copulation. Hex passed onto his last victim, Rusty, the youngest...
Of the four might challengers, Rusty always came last...except of course when it came to good looks, or trouble both of which he the lions share of, without question. Rusty's good looks had come from his mother, and he possessed a squared jaw, snubbed nose and feline eyes that made him attractive to women and men alike...His lithe muscled body when relaxed was as smooth as silk, and when tensed his muscles crawled beneath his skin like a sack of serpents writhing to escape his youthful frame. But now Rusty's mind and body were locked in silent screaming conflict. His superlative, nearly psychic, mind was deep in the grip of his darkest fantasy: somehow Hex held more sway over the young lad, and Rusty for his part was helpless to resist the alien mind that had begun probing him since their capture. Rusty, as usual, was the first to fall into the inter-dimensional snare that Hex had laid for the Challs at their hideout.
In fact, it had been so easy to capture them hapless heroes. All Hex had to do was lure the male quartet out of their lair on a false pretext for a few hours, then steal into their sleeping quarters to lay the dimensional trap. When sweet aroma of "boy" slammed into Hex's nostrils as he had entered Rusty's small bedroom, he knew he had to use the man-boy to lure the others into his trap. But before Hex laid his snares, he treated himself to a "preview" of his prey in Rusty's bedroom, for there, on the lad's floor, was a soiled purple costume and supple boots. As Hex crossed the room, Rusty's spicy-sweet scent caused Hex pulse to rise just a bit, but as the alien wizard raised the lad's soft unitard to his nose, the alien's body was thrown into sexual overdrive...It was only brief moments before his turgid sex was spitting gouts of semen across Rusty's slick costume. The boots he would take back to his dimension to enjoy later as he awaited his guests inevitable arrival. Hex didn't have to wait long...
"What a farce!" Rusty had been disappointed when the rescue call to Silvan Springs had been a red herring. As his mates went off to their own beds he sulked and padded through the kitchen to satisfy his bottomless pit of a stomach. At 19, he was always hungry. Grabbing a banana, he headed for his room. Entering the small chamber, Rusty sensed that something was awry, and then noticed his boots were not by his spare costume which lay heaped in the middle of the darkened room. As he bent to pickup the purple uniform it felt slightly damp, a scent of bleachy semen caught his nose, and for a moment he wondered if one of his mates had jerked-off on his unitard: (Rusty had always suspected that that big brute, Rocky had a secret crush on him...He had even casually fantasized about fucking the huge lump of muscle-meat a few times in his own private, intimate moments, but he quickly pushed the thought from his young mind. But it was already too late, the momentary distraction of Rocky's secrets, had been enough to allow the trap to spring: Young Rusty never saw the gossamer threads of the trap floating down from above.
In an instant, ten-thousand nano-bots were spinning miles of silken webbing around and around Rusty's lithe body, and handsome young head, encircling and sealing him in a tight cocoon of supple, yet unbreakable bonds. With a muffled groan, the muscled red-head lost his balance as the webbing constricted around him like a glove. The lad toppled over and was completely immobilized, mummified, and silenced before he even hit the floor. Unable to breathe, the helpless man-boy quickly lost consciousness and so missed his instantaneous transport across dimensional lines, leaving no trace of his disappearance behind in the darkened room, save for semen stained purple costume, crumpled on the floor.
The 19-year-old hero awoke to a rubber hose being rudely shoved into his mouth through a hole cut in the silken mummy bag that kept him totally immobile. The stuff had hardened somewhat to the consistency of thick rubber, making all but the most simple of movements impossible. Try as he might, Rusty could not burst the elastic prison he had been sewn into by the nano-bots. His psychic powers had not left him though, and he was however aware that there were others around him on the hard floor: his mates were also here and also similarly and completely en-webbed. Their muffled groans told as much of that tale as Rusty cared to think about, but there was something else, some other presence that was probing his mind: some alien force was reading his thoughts, slithering through the depths of his psyche like a multi-tentacled beast. He focused his thought energy to resist the probe and thrust out with all the force he could muster. To his astonishment, the probing entity laughed at his attempt, and the the creature continued the slow slithering rape of his deepest darkest secrets with casual disdain for the young hero's feeble attempts at psychic power. Something took shape in Rusty's imagination...
The red-head could see himself, naked and alive, and even perhaps a bit bigger than in real life: more muscular, more handsome, just altogether more "Rusty" than he was in the outside world. He was in some sort of domed glass chamber with no furnishings and no visible door, almost like a clear salad bowl turned upside-down on a red velvet pillow, except the pillow was warm, slightly damp, and very spongy under his bare feet...It seemed to be alive. The lad shuddered in his mind's eye as he considered the possibility that he had been devoured and would be slowly digested inside the bizarre chamber, then he blacked-out. When he came-to Rusty was lying on his back on the soft red creature, for now he thought of it as some kind of living tissue or organism. Rusty went to sit up and found that he was somehow stuck or glued to the spongy surface. As he flexed his muscles the tissue stretched with him, but only a few inched and then it snapped back with extreme force, pulling him back down as well. Once again it seemed, Rusty was immobilized and completely at the mercy of whoever or whatever wished him to be their captive. That was when he saw the green thing move off to his right, just outside of his peripheral vision. It began to move towards him and as it approached he knew it was moving on tentacled legs, pulling itself along, drawn to his sharp intellect, and strong young body.
A feeling of helplessness and slight panic began to bloom in the youth's breast. His breathing increased with anticipation, and then, as the first of several soft tentacles slithered over his bare feet and up his strong thighs, Rusty let out a small gasp. The thing clearly meant to mount his naked body...Like a glowing green octopus, it slithered up Rusty's bare legs, soft suction cups pulling at the tender skin inside the lad's muscular thighs. Suddenly, it hefted the bulk of it's boneless body up over Rusty's hips, settling over his exposed sex, wrapping long tentacles around his narrow waist, more green appendages sliding up over his abs to fondle his pectorals. A small whimper escaped the boy's parted lips as Rusty slid deeper into the fantasy, deeper into his buried desire to be helpless and at the mercy of this alien thing suctioning onto his bright pink nipples. The boy's back arched, trying to pull away from the gooey red floor, but unable to do so, but the green creature took the cue and settled its central body onto Rusty's now fully erect penis, pulling the hero inside, clamping onto him with its powerful arms...As Rusty's young cock reacted to the intense attention it was receiving, something the inside of the creature wrapped itself around the base of Rusty's turgid cock and began to pulsate, then, what felt like a dull rod slid swiftly down inside of Rusty's urethra. The helpless young man gasped at the sensation of being fucked down the cock, but only for a minute, because he suddenly realized that this thing would do this to him for eternity and never let him ejaculate unless he could somehow dislodge the creature from his midsection.
Mastering his boyish lust and dark fantasy, Rusty somehow threw the thing off of himself with a mighty thrust of his hips. The sheer force of his efforts caused him to explode with a massive ejaculation as the creature slumped against the glass dome encasing them...but Rusty's victory was short-lived as his mind was suddenly ripped from the deep subconscious to reality: The Green Hex had now assembled all of his captives as each fell prey to his clever trap. Over the last several hours, Hex had cast his wicked cosmic spells and bound each man to the stout oaken poles of his "playground". Indeed, his minions had spent many long months weaving the silken bindings holding them fast to the poles, and just as many months "teaching" the cords to pleasure a man in ways, the man himself had never dreamed of. The last of Hex's powerful spells were cast over the heroe's tight costumes and they were already beginning to move and contract on the four men's bodies. As each man slid into twilight consciousness, the Hex relished the sight of the virile Earthers moving thier hips and thrusting their chests beneath the lurid caresses of their own uniforms! It was truly delicious! And now it was Rusty's turn: Rusty the handsome, Rusty the troublesome, Rusty the man-boy that gave Rocky wet dreams in his bunk, Rusty the bait!!!
The tall green alien leaned over the red-headed hero, his nostrils flaring as the creature inhaled Rusty's fabulous male scent like a puma about to tear into his first doe in months. Rusty almost felt part of his soul sliding up Hex's nose as the repugnant creature gloated over his young body, helplees and bound. "Did you enjoy my little pet, little red one???" Immediately, an image of grasping green tentacles flashed across Rusty's groggy mind. The boy flushed a deep shade of red, saying much more than any words could. "He certainly seems to have enjoyed you! But then you already knew that eh, boy?" A sudden and very base fantasy swirled through Rusty's head and then suddenly became Hex himself...And that was when Rusty knew that Hex's "pet" WAS actually Hex himself, probing him, sucking him, literally fucking him in the deepest possible way, and he was helpless to resist the vice-like grip the wizard now had on his young mind and body. In a flash, Hex was all over him, groping him, feeling him up, and he responding like a school girl, opening to the alien being like an innocent flower full of desire.
Drowning in a sea of shame and unbridled sex, Rusty felt a collar snap around his thick neck as he was let down from the oaken "proving pole". The hero sank to his knees as if he had received a silent command, and in fact he had. It seemed as if his fate and the fate of his three friends was sealed in that moment: they would all be bound to this creature by sexual magic, and psychic mind control. There seemed little hope in even trying to break Hex's bonds, thought Rusty as his handsome face brushed against the long thigh of his new lord and master. The long-fingered wizard reached down, stroking the boy's brush cut head like a prized dog, slowly guiding the hero's full red mouth to the folds of his loincloth to receive the smooth serpent that lay beneath. As it slid home inside his warm throat, Rusty made a low growl of satisfaction, while his muscled brothers looked-on, and moaned and pulled, and were taunted, and shamed, and driven into their own personal hells of sexual slavery.
To be continued...
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