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The room was pitch-black, and the boy - his body feeling weak and sluggish and contorted strangely - blinked slowly as he tried to make out any details in the vast darkness that surrounded him. He was… hanging in place. He was… twisted up and bound tightly. His movement, however slight upon his waking, caused him to spin slowly in the dark. “Hello…” he murmured groggily, feeling incredibly confused. He wasn’t afraid, of course, but the fact that he was unable to see and that his memory was fragmented caused him a bit of concern. How he’d gotten here was a blur, and his thoughts seemed to congeal like mud. “Who’s there?” A brightly lit screen suddenly materialized above, and the boy shut his eyes for a moment at the unexpected light. Then he cautiously opened his eyes and saw the smiling faces of the evening news anchors. The segment began, and the words echoed throughout the room.
Breaking News! Maximus Might – known throughout the nation as Mighty Max – has been declared missing after failing to report for a team meeting at the Treehouse of Justice. The twelve-year-old captain of the Battle Boy Squad, Liberty City's very own Super Group, has been out of contact with his three teammates and his parents for the past twenty-four hours. Authorities fear the worst. In a written statement released thirty minutes ago, the team's youngest member – eight-year-old speedster Bobby Blaze – had this to say:
"Max. If you can hear this, please come back. We miss you. We know you're out there. Please come home!"
The team's fourteen-year-old tech genius, Gavin the Gearhead, is working on a new satellite system to try to discover Mighty Max's location, while the team's ten-year-old sorcerer, Spellmaster Sawyer, is consulting several ancient scrolls of power in hopes of contacting the missing hero through the astral nether. Both expressed confidence to the media that Mighty Max would be found safe and sound soon, and anyone involved in his disappearance would be brought to justice swiftly.
And now... on to sports.
The screen died, and the room was once more devoid of light.
Max frowned as his mind began to clear. He’d been out on patrol. He’d seen some sort of carjacking. He’d interfered. There was some sort of gas canister. He’d been coughing. Dizzy. Villains had been there. Villains he’d never seen before. He’d passed out just as they began to… to tie him up. “Show yourself!” Mighty Max called out confidently, knowing now what this was all about. The lethargy and discombobulation were gone as Mighty Max recognized that he had been kidnapped. “I know you’re here.”
He moved his head, and the motion caused him to rotate in his bondage.
“Very good, Mighty Max,” said a low cultured voice from behind as the room began to slowly illuminate. Max didn’t need to blink against the gentle light, so he instead set a fierce frown on his face and glared about with as much indignant menace as he could muster. Being kidnapped when one was a world-renowned hero was embarrassing, but he knew the drill. The villains had bested him through deception. His powers were somehow being suppressed; likely through that gas he’d inhaled. The evil doers would threaten him. Monologue a bit. Then he’d find a way to break free or, if unable to do so for some reason, would watch as his team arrived and rescued him. If that didn’t happen… well… the government did keep a supply of funds set aside for the inevitable ransom. Max hoped he didn’t get ransomed; that was supremely embarrassing! His frown deepened. He’d have to work on escape options. “We went to a lot of trouble to acquire you,” the voice continued before a man in a deep green cloak stepped into Max’s field of vision. “A lot of trouble…”
“Wasted effort,” Max responded while gently testing out his bonds. They were tight. Solid. Unbreakable. The boy’s arms were positioned strangely behind his back, and his knees were bent at an odd angle. His patrol uniform, he realized suddenly, was crumpled on the floor below him, and he was wearing only his skin-tight boxer briefs. The rope that kept him suspended above the ground dug into his soft flesh. “I’m not planning on staying long.” A chorus of laughter from behind the twelve-year-old hero startled him, and he glanced over his shoulder to see an eclectic group of villains. He turned back to look at the green-cloaked fellow. “You should let me go now. Save yourself the butt-kicking that’s coming your way.”
“Oh, really?” the man said with a confident smile.
“Really,” Max said with just as much confidence. “I don’t know you, villain, but I can promise you that my team and I don’t take kindly to this sort of thing. You and your buddies are going to end up in the Liberty City prison. Whether you get taken there after a lengthy hospital stay depends on whether you let me go and agree to cooperate with your arrest.” Max grinned, then, to show the villain just how much he hoped that they’d choose the proverbial hard way.
“You’re not scared of us, are you, Mighty Max?” the fellow asked with a bit of a twinkle in his eye that Max found just slightly disconcerting. He buried that unease deep.
“No,” Max responded with as much confidence as he could. “I’m Mighty Max. Indestructible boy hero. Bane of the wicked. Justice bringer. Captain of the Battle Boy Squad. There is nothing you and your posse can do that can harm me. Even in my undies, I’m stronger and tougher and braver than you. I’m not scared, especially of no-name villains like you.”
“I see,” said the man with a knowing nod. “Well, Mighty Max, I’m aware that my friends and I aren’t as famous as some of the villains you typically tangle with. That’s true.” The man shrugged before allowing a wide grin to spread across his face. “But we do have names and… well… you should be scared. Very scared. You may be confident now, but I can assure you that you won’t be able to resist what’s coming.”
Mighty Max rolled his eyes at the hollow-sounding threat. Though he’d never personally been kidnapped, Mighty Max was aware of how these things went. “Yeah… ok, dude. I’m not worried. So… who are you people? I’ve never seen you in Liberty City.”
“Well, I’m Potion Master,” the man in green said before gesturing behind Max. The boy turned his head, and the movement caused him to rotate just a bit. “Behind you are my colleagues and friends. The long-faced fellow is Dr. Anteater.” The humanoid ant-eater waved, his tongue flickering out of his snout for just a moment. “Next to him – the bald man with all those tattoos – is the Houndsman. He has a full kennel in the base where he keeps his dogs. Next to him, with the long white beard, is Sifu Chi. Sifu Chi is the one who tied you up, by the way.”
“Well done,” Max admitted to the old asian man with a slight nod of respect. The bindings were excellent and certainly gave him a sense of… well… powerlessness. “Gonna take me a while to break free, I think.” The old man bowed.
“Next to him,” Potion Master continued, “is King Squid.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” the fish man said cheerily, his eight arms waving at Max while the two long tentacles sprouting from his face writhed wildly. Max frowned at the muscular villain, having never seen anything like the man.
Potion Master continued. “Lastly, the three hairy creatures in the corner are the brothers Bigfoot, Sasquatch, and Yeti.”
“I… see,” Max said, turning to look back at the ringleader. The three brothers looked like monsters out of lore; huge and animalistic in a way that sent a slight shiver up his spine. “So what is it you want, Potion Master? Did you kidnap me to keep me out of the way while you and your friends try to take over the city? Are you going to ransom me? What’s your plan? I have things I wanna do this weekend, so if we could… You know… Get to it?” Max’s bravado was a bit forced as the sight of the villains behind him had been a bit more startling to the young hero than he’d thought it should. Something was… off… here, and his stomach was beginning to twist in a very uncomfortable fashion. Why had they stripped him to his underpants? He’d never heard of a villain doing that to a captured hero before. Max tried his bindings once more. They remained tight and unyielding.
“Our plan! Of course, I should have led with that,” Potion Master said. “You see, we want you.”
There was a pause and, when nothing more was said, Max cleared his throat. “Right? You want me as a hostage?”
“No,” Potion Master said with a shake of the head and a smile. “We want you.”
Some of the others chuckled behind the bound boy. “Me?” Max asked with confusion in his voice. “I don’t think I understand.”
“Oh, let me clarify,” Potion Master said with a broadening grin. “We want you. Your body. Your mind. Your heart. We want to turn you into our little cum dump. We want to break your will and turn you into an enthusiastic whore for every kind of depravity we can inflict on you. We want to fuck your virginal ass until it eagerly devours our cum. We want to shoot our loads down your complaint throat until your belly is bursting with our seed. We want you to see stars as your mind breaks from repeated orgasms. We want you to beg for us to use and abuse you.” There was another pause. “That’s what we want.”
Max felt the hair on the back of his head stand up while the pit in his stomach began to grow. He broke out in a cold sweat as he thought about the words, and he found himself shaking his head slightly at the man. He… didn’t really understand what Potion Master was saying, but he could tell from the context that it wasn’t good. It sounded perverted, and Max knew that there were bad men out there – perverts – who wanted to do horrible things to boys. His parents never elaborated when they warned him of those kinds of men, but he got the basics. Bad touch. Private parts. Molestation. “I… I… wait…” Max said, no longer nearly so confident. “I don’t understand what… what you’re talking about.”
The villains laughed. “Oh, Max,” Potion Master said before patting the boy on his head. “I know you are a seasoned hero, but you’re still only a twelve-year-old kid. Have you even started searching the internet for naughty things late at night when alone in your bedroom? Touching your privates while under your covers and thinking adult thoughts?” Max bit his lip, not really comprehending. He wasn’t allowed to go on the internet without supervision, and he wasn't really sure how touching his privates had anything to do with anything. “Have you even had the sex talk with your father?”
“I… no,” Max said, a sudden burst of anger and foreboding causing him to pull at his bindings. They held. “You’re not allowed to talk like that! This isn’t right! And why did you take my clothes off?”
“Oh, kid, the things we are going to do to you.” Potion Master stepped back, then, and signaled to Sifu Chi. The elderly man came forward then and bowed deeply to the struggling boy. “Do it,” Potion Master said as the old man produced a simple – but very sharp-looking – pair of scissors. Then he reached toward Max.
“Hey! Stop! Wait a second!” Max complained as the old man slipped the scissors under his sole bit of clothing and proceeded to cut it like it was paper. Max stilled, suddenly fearful that the sharp tool might nick his dick. He was indestructible, of course, but he suspected that the metal could still make things uncomfortable for his bits and bobs. Sifu Chi was deft with the tool, and the soft material soon gave way. The scraps of the tight boxer briefs fell to the ground. The old man stepped back, and Max, feeling his boyhood and balls hanging below him, let out a low exhale. Then he growled. “This isn’t right. I… I demand you stop right now. Give me my clothes back and let me go.”
Feeling the cool air of the villain’s lair on his newly exposed skin caused Max to sweat even more, and the boy suddenly became aware of the hot, damp perspiration under his hairless armpits, across his forehead, and between his thighs and scrotum. It was uncomfortable, and the more he tried to calm down, the worse his perspiration became. “You look good like that,” Potion Master said, his tone causing Max to shudder. “Naked. Innocent. Ready to be plundered.”
“You’ll… never get away with this,” Max murmured as he hung his head in shame and embarrassment. He was totally naked, and the men were staring at him in a way that twisted his stomach up in knots. He loathed the fact that his boyhood was on display; it was a private thing no one had seen since he’d been old enough to shower by himself. This feeling of helplessness gave rise to anger, and Max found himself grinding his teeth to help ward off the fear.
“Oh, we will,” Potion Master said as he stepped forward and brushed the sweat-soaked locks from Max’s forehead. “My my my… You are a lovely creature.” The villain spun Max slowly, and the boy shivered as the cool air in the room slid across his damp skin. “Cold?” Potion Master asked as he dipped his hand under Max’s armpit. “You’re certainly too sweaty to be cold.” Max didn’t respond; the feeling of the man touching his pit giving him a strange feeling of terrible unease. The finger didn’t stay long, though, and soon traced itself down his back, up his legs, and across the sole of his left foot. Max stifled an involuntary giggle as the man toyed with the space between his toes. “Quite lovely. Sifu Chi?” Potion Master said, turning to the older villain. “Can you incapacitate him for me?”
“Wait!” Max yelled as he started struggling against the bindings. He didn’t want to be knocked out. Not… not when he was bound like this and naked. Not when these creeps were looking at him with such terrible gazes. The old man was having none of it, and Max, without his super strength and bound as tightly as he was, was unable to do much of anything before the old man leaned down and pressed thumb and forefinger to the base of Max’s skull. The boy immediately felt his body go limp in his bindings, but he remained conscious and, to his surprise, able to talk. “What… what did you do?” he demanded, anger and fear tangible in his voice.
“Sifu Chi has merely taken away your ability to resist for a bit,” Potion Master said as the other villains began moving about deftly. Max’s clothing was removed from beneath him, and a large elevated mattress was put in their place. His rope bindings were loosened and then removed altogether. Hands gently lowered him to the soft flat surface below. Max didn’t say anything, too shocked at his sudden inability to move. The moments passed in silence as the boy, now on his back, stared up at his captors. Then the fear got to him, and he closed his eyes tightly.
He was now lying on a mattress in a villain’s lair, naked as the day he was born and unable to do anything about it. His body didn’t respond to any of his commands, so the boy turned to the only thing of his that was working: his mouth. “Let me go!” he muttered with as much indignation and authority as he could muster. “If you don’t, you’ll be sorry. I’m gonna hurt you bad when I get free. My team is going to destroy you! Let me go right now! Let me go or you're gonna pay! Let me go or else! You better—“ Max opened his eyes to continue the threat, but the words died in his throat.
Eight adults knelt on the mattress in a circle, their bulky bodies casting shadows over the boy in their center. Potion Master. Dr. Anteater. Sifu Chi. Houndsman. King Squid. Bigfoot. Sasquatch. Yeti. All surrounded him. All were naked. Each had his own dick in his hand, and Max inhaled sharply in fear and confusion as they slowly stroked themselves while leering down at him. Max had never seen a naked male before, neither his father nor his teammates. “He’s cute,” Dr. Anteater said.
“Hairless,” the Houndsman commented.
“His cock is bigger than the average twelve-year-old,” Sifu Chi added.
“Sweet…” murmured Sasquatch.
“WAIT!” Max suddenly shouted as he felt a hand caress his thigh. Another hand reached out and pinched Max’s right nipple. “NO! DON’T TOUCH ME! STOP!” he shouted, impotent rage and boundless fear swirling within his stomach as he looked from one hard cock to the next. He didn’t know why they were touching themselves. He didn’t get it. But when one hand suddenly slid a gentle finger across his immature penis, Max lost it. “I WANNA GO HOME!!!!” he screamed.
Fists stroked cocks faster as the boy began to angrily cry, and several of the villains began to moan out obscenities. Potion Master, his hand a blur, didn’t let the rising heat distract him. “Sifu Chi, do we have the tools?”
“Laid out, Potion Master,” the old man said breathlessly while gesturing to a table nearby. Potion Master smiled at the sight, mind already considering the dildos and vibrators and other sex toys lying there.
“And the camera, Dr. Anteater?”
“We are live,” the bestial man groaned, nodding to the blinking green light just beneath the camera that was hanging from the ceiling. “Streaming as of a few moments ago.”
“I WANNA GO HOME!” Max screamed again as fingers danced across his skin. Terror and rage filled his voice.
“Max! Max! Listen to me!” Potion Master shouted as the orgasmic tide began to crest. The boy looked up at him with wide, fearful – yet still defiant – eyes. “You’re on camera! The whole world is watching!” Max followed Potion Master’s gaze until he spotted the camera, and the boy’s skin became flushed with shame. His terror and his anger suddenly gave way to the knowledge that other people – maybe even his friends and family – were witnessing what these men were doing to him.
That did it for the villains, and a chorus of grunts and groans filled the room as eight large cocks erupted a torrent of thick gooey cum all over the body of the shocked twelve-year-old hero beneath them.