Studly Scott Sizzles!!!

 Sometimes even the rescuers need rescuing...or do they?


Magneto's minions had snared him with ease: like a big fat fly in a web...Only this fly was of course the young and handsome lieutenant of the X-Men!  Nonetheless, the clever henchmen had wasted no time in wrapping Scott in their silken webs of depraved deviousness!  Scott awoke from the stun blast that had rendered him unconscious to a sickening sensation: The Toad's long, slippery tongue slithering up and down his torso, tightening around his thick neck and finally invading his mouth and throat.  The stalwart superhero gagged as the beastly creature took it's pleasure fawning over Scotts muscular body, clad in his skin-tight blue costume, gloating over it's helpless prize.  Were it not for the thick leaden blindfold clamped over his eyes, Scott would have vaporized the slimy amphibian in an eye-blink, but that was not to be.

For the next hour Scott was humiliated in the most horrible fashion by the vile creature as The Toad injected him with evil potions and then subjected him to a paralytic ray in an isolation tube.  When the creature was finished Scott's mind and body were both strained to the max.  When the tube lifted, Scott collapsed to the laboratory floor, unable to resist and weak as a schoolgirl.  The toady began to wrap Scott's thick torso in binding straps, immobilizing his upper body.  But that was just the beginning, for the slimy henchman then tied a stout cord about his neck hauling him up off the cold stone floor.  That was when Scott noticed what The Toad had done to his genitals: For they too were ensnared by cord and as Scott rose off the floor so they too grew taught, trapped in the bindings as they were. 

When all was done, the poor super-lad could do little but groan into the thick cotton gag silencing him, for any direction he turned he was either choked or having his testicles throttled.  Still this was no enough for The Toad as he began rubbing a greenish salve into Scott's long rod.  The stuff had an odd smell that filled the hero's nostrils and immediately began stimulating his libido such that the lad looked on in horror as his manhood betrayed him and began thickening and lengthening, straining the cordite restraints as they tightened around his sex.  Clearly the Toad was enjoying his humiliating predicament as his guttural laughter filled the dim chamber.  With that, the evil creature hopped-off to attend to some other task, leaving the handsome X-Man straining with despair as his hardening rod begged to be released...

Over the next several hours more than one pair of hands stopped by to stroke and gloat over the bound hero who could do little as his torment increased with each assault.  Of course, The Toad preferred do do his dirty-work with his salacious and highly articulated tongue, while his hands found other sensitive spots to pinch and stroke.  Between the Toad's vile potions, and the tight bindings keeping him prisoner, Scott began to drift in and out of consciousness, losing track of time and space, only fixated on the anonymous stroking hands, his turgid cock, and keeping on two feet so as not to strangle himself on the cord around his neck.  In fact he found that the more he cooperated with his assailants the more slack he was allowed until he was mostly resting on the floor...in a puddle of his own spent semen. By the sixth or seventh ejaculation Scott began to seriously wonder how he would ever escape this endless torment and humiliation???