Holey Shooting Studs...Er, Stars!!!!

The Comet, despite his showy name, is not the brightest bulb in the 60-watt box as we know. More often than not, he is captured or falls prey to some evildoer as a result of his own bumbling rather than any super-genius moves on the part of his arch-enemies...

Today's panel is no exception.  The muscle-head is hot on the trail of a kidnapper with a penchant for handsome young college boys(and secretly hoping to discover the mother-load of young studs) when he barges into the kidnappers lair, and discovers a huge secret lab in the ruins of an old chemical company in New Jersey.  Tho it appears that the creepy kidnapper is not in, The Comet sets about to locate the missing boys, alive or dead...alive, he hopes.  Sure enough, he stumbles upon a huge glass decanter containing a very alive young man.  Why it's none other than Ricky Williams Jr., the studly
captain of the varsity football team! He seems a bit out of it to the Comet when he raps on the huge bottle to get the boys' attention.

In fact the kid looks as if he is having one hell of a good time, or he is just stoned out of his head or both!!!  Judging by the size of the huge hard-on trapped inside Ricky's tight blue briefs, and the pumping suction tubes attached to his big nipples, the Comet thinks maybe these lads are being used for some pretty depraved experiments...although in truth, the hero feels a gentle stirring in his own tight britches at the prospect of the boys being used as some sort of stud farm.  Shoving this horrid, or at least embarrassing thought aside, our hero peers deeper into the glass tank....it's filled with some sort of greenish fluid that is obviously keeping the boy alive and the Comet thinks it must be oxygenated in some special way since the lad is gagged with some bluish cloth that matches his tight little briefs.  The Comet absentmindedly adjusts his own package as a sudden tightness makes itself known. Likewise, the hunky hero's hand slides up the front of his costume, over rock-hard abs and bulging chest to lightly brush his rather erect nipple as it presses against the stretchy fabric.  The hero's heartbeat seems so strong that he can almost hear it in the darkened laboratory. Soft, gurgling sounds, machine sounds, and the hissing of a far-off compressor somehow muffle the Comet's hearing, and the hero feels oddly weak or dizzy in the close quiet lab.

Just then, Ricky's eyes open wide and his virile body spasms, the big boys' muscles tightening like a spring and then releasing in a great flurry of semen and air bubbles as he shoots his wad inside the tank...the thin blue briefs do little to contain the milky fluid and soon the lad is swimming in a cloud of his own creamy man-juice.  The Comet is amazed at the erotic dance he has just witnessed, his own body reacting to the sight in several ways including a massive erection straining within the confines of his super costume.

That fact and the other distractions in the lab around him are the hero's downfall, for during the lurid display, the evil Dr. Chronos approaches the enthralled hero and strong clutching hands clamp a chloro-soaked rag over The Comet's pouting mouth and aquiline nose.  It's all over in seconds: in spite of the hero's super strength and star-magic he lies crumpled and unconscious at the feet of his nemesis, Dr. Chronos.  The young scientist/villain scoops-up his handsome prey and takes him to an examination table laden with restraints of all sorts...including straps that even the mighty Comet is helpless to escape. In a twinkling, the unconscious hero is strapped to the table and injected with the first of several hypnotic drugs meant to break down the hero's resistance to Dr. Chronos' commands.  Still in a drugged fog, the Comet feels the many straps slowly but thoroughly tightening around his ankles, legs, waist, chest, arms, neck and finally his forehead.  Weak as a kitten, he doesn't even try to resist the bindings as they immobilize his heavily muscled body.  There will be time for that later thinks the hero.  Then almost as an afterthought, the clever doctor slips a rubber plug gag into the hero's gaping mouth, fastening it behind his immobile head, and completing the perfect picture of a hero in absolute peril and at the mercy of his captor.  The sharp spike of a hypodermic needle pierces Comet's left arm and before the liquid is fully drained from the ampule, the Comet is sliding down a long spiral tube into the depths of his own subconscious.  It's gonna be a long ride, he thinks, and then thinks no more.

Five days later...
Given the fact that The Comet was never know to possess vast quantities of will-power, or even a terribly deep intellect, it was no surprise when the mad doctor had the hero quite literally doing dog tricks within 48 hours of his captivity. The hero had always relied on his mighty strength and his star fire to win the day.  Unfortunately for him, Dr. Chronos was well-prepped in the hero's abilities. Helping the hero to "forget" that he possessed these talents as well as his massive strength was the first order of business the mad doc had taken care-of.  On the third day, the Comet was a meek and mild(if not downright servile) toady, bowing and scraping at the feet of his captor.  By day 4, the mighty Comet was performing some of the most disgusting and bestial acts upon the very lads he had hoped to rescue, with what appeared to be genuine joy and passionate devotion.  The more the Dr. ordered the lads to debase and humiliate the hero, the more the hero threw himself into the spirit of the games, so to speak.  By the end of the week, the handsome hero was ready to be placed in a decanter of his very own where he could spend his days being sucked-dry of all that made him a manly sort.  This of course was the only way the scenario would play-out for the hero...just so long as Dr. Chronos kept him soaking and a healthy dose of hypnotic herbs and drugs like the other comely lads that bedecked the laboratory....

Giddy excitement filled the Comet's heart when the good doctor showed him his very own extraction tank! (The Comet had now been hypno-regressed to the state of a nine-year-old.) The huge hero happily climbed-in and began to play with himself as if he had to urinate very badly, but the Dr. admonished him and he shamefacedly dropped his big paws to his sides as he was told to do.  Then all was better as the greenish fluid began rising around his massive thighs and waist and up to his thick neck.  There was a brief moment of panic as he realized he was about to be covered in the bubbling fluid, but then one quick jolt and his lungs were filled with the life-giving fluid.  The Comet bobbed about gleefully as the heavy lid was lowered on to of the decanter and sealed.  Strong surges of stimulation coursed through the hero's body as he experienced his first zero-gravity erection, but again he kept his hands at his side as the Dr. had ordered, never to touch himself and to let his juices build-up until they were released "naturally" or there would be terrible consequences to pay if he did.  The obedient hero knew better then to resist a direct order from the good Dr....