Date: Fri, 17 Feb 2012 21:17:13 +0000 From: Davey R Subject: BlueShark-Video-11 Author's note: This is sheer dumb fantasy, with sex and violence and dark elements. Not cool in real life, and not to be taken seriously. Just to be clear, any movies, actors, television shows, comic books, etc, named are totally fictional. -------------------------------------------------------------- BlueShark Video 11 Last time: Revelling in the power of having a buff supervillain totally obedient to his will, Corinth Cardinal, heir to Cardinal Sin, and hence Sol Casali's underworld empire, sent his new slave to round up a collection of faces from the teen's past. Eclipse duly returned with the three names from Corith's list - dorky cocksucker Brett Dillinger, podium dancing bare knuckle fighter Chase Phaeder, and the strapping whitebread blonde hunk Dean Demeter. With the evil Eclipse enforcing his rule, Corinth is set to reign over these dudes like a delinquent De Sade - but perhaps at the expense of his father's grand plan to finally destroy the Mighty Sun Surfer ... ----------- Int. Night. Mortimus Cardinal's office. The ageing strongman Mortimus Cardinal sits in solitude, tapping his heavy - and heavily tanned - fingers against his polished oak desk. Aside from some flickering candles in the most distant corners, the only illumination comes from the bursts of dramatic lightning that fill the city's skies. As we see him by the light of these flashes, he looks deep in thought, and rueful. Only one day has passed since he allowed his capricious son a month's grace before they continue in his plan to destroy his accursed nemesis the Mighty Sun Surfer. And already he is impatient to press ahead, angry at having to wait for the boy to get those ludicrous lusts of his out of his system. He bunches his fist, slams it against the desk, as he considers the intractable unfairness of his having to rely on his son to operate the mystical Harness of Nephthys. Without having to wrangle around the boy's whims, his enemy could be taken care of within days. It speaks volumes about the kind of man Mortimus Cardinal is that he has on his desk two framed photographs - one of himself, in younger days, flexing and posing for the winner's picture in one of many strongman contests; the other a profile picture from a newspaper story about the Mighty Sun Surfer himself. He likes to have a constant reminder of his halcyon days, just as he likes never to forget his intention to bring the glory days of that super-powered lunk in a leotard to an end. Equally telling that there is no photograph there of his pest of a son. If he wants a memento of Corinth, he needs only look at the fat bottle of heart pills on the shelf, or to acknowledge the itchy throbbing in his left eyelid. And now news has reached him this Halloween evening that Corinth has been recklessly despatching the snared supervillain Eclipse to round up a trio of youths. Doubtless with the aim of using them as his sexual playtoys, using Eclipse to help force his will upon them. Like a child in a candy shop, Mortimus fumes. Only one day has passed and already one enslaved superfreak just isn't enough for him. Mortimus decides to have another look at the video files he's rounded up on these two youths. Activating a slender tablet screen, he checks out the footage of this boy Chase Phaeder. Well-schooled but from a fairly rough background, he's a strong, athletic young man, far more the kind of son Mortimus would have preferred as his heir. It's only recently, in the last few years, that's he's realised for sure that Corinth is never going to have a growth spurt, never going to fill out into what Mortimus recognises as manhood. He's always been a puny pipsqueak of a creature - must be something he inherited from his late mother's genes, she was a petite lady. Corinth is certainly not his father's son, and if Mortimus could have selected an heir, he'd definitely have found this Phaeder kid far more physically cut out for the role. For one thing, he looks like he could get into a spandex outfit without looking too absurd or fruity. That's always a big bonus in this city. The footage of Chase dancing as stripper, Mortimus isn't so sure what he thinks of that. But in these other videos, collected virally from multiple sources, CCTV camera phones, and so on, Chase impresses with his combat skills in illegal bareknuckle bouts. He's a graceful, practical fighter, and a dirty one when circumstances call for it. Mortimus watches scenes of Chase demolishing a couple of intimidating looking foes in grubby, crowded warehouses. Admirable, he thinks - rather beautiful, really. And he has to admit, it's a little amusing to picture him submitting to the mercurial lusts of that boy of his. The second boy is a scrawny little creature called Brett Dillinger. This one has often cropped up in Mortimus's files on Corinth, like a bad habit. He doesn't concern himself with the little weed. Surveillance material on another youth who has been snared, a kid by the name of Dean Demeter, is scarce. Another handsome, athletic young man, the kind Corinth generally goes for, but one who has managed to keep a low profile in Mortimus's surveillance records. A middle class kid, sporty but also gifted in computer science. Most often seen in a polo shirt. Images from school swimming contests, his wet body in speedos, suggest the primary source of the attraction for Corinth. Predictable little bastard. ---------- Meanwhile. At Corinth Cardinal's penthouse. Corinth lights a joint, takes a seat to keep watching as Chase Phaeder tongues at Brett Dillinger with expertly feigned passion, and a trembling Brett responds with the real thing. "Keep at it, guys," Corinth instructs. "This ain't half bad to watch" He crosses his boney white legs, looks over to the manhandled Dean, whose eyes are popping out at the sight while Eclipse's hand effortlessly muffles his mouth. Eclipse, meanwhile, is looking limpid-eyed at Corinth like he's seeking approval. Dean Demeter, it has to be said, does not look to be too into this scene. Oh well, Corinth has experience in persuading reluctant homos to let go of their silly inhibitions. And with a freaky-powered guard dog like Eclipse at his beck and call - well, fuck, it's gonna be no problem at all. "That's it, Chase, good boy" Corinth commends as the black-haired stripper finally starts pawing back at his nerd partner, tentatively groping at that soft, skinny and underdeveloped body of his. Brett shivers at Chase's strong, masculine touch, and as if this means he's been given permission, he allows his own hands to fondle more extensively at Chase's coveted, unattainable bod. Oh yeah, there's his slim but solid waist and his hips, and here - here's where the small of his broad, gorgeous back begins to curve towards his ass, and tracing that curve as slowly as he can, Brett feels a rollercoaster thrill as that swoop becomes steep, the jutting, buoyant curve of Chase Phaeder's immensely awesome buttocks. Still he doesn't yet have the nerve to let his touch slip below the scarlet underwear, as skintight and as minimal as it may be. "Hey, it's not fair that you're the only one in your underpants," Corinth considers, sitting back lazily and blowing smoke rings. "You gonna help Brett get his off, or what?" "Sure" Chase shrugs, going for the waistband of Brett's scratchy-looking slacks - man, he thinks, what young guy wears pants like this? - and unbuttoning them. He kneels down gracefully as he pulls them down as far as the dork's ankles. Brett steps awkardly out of his shoes, kicking off his pants. Corinth expects lame Y-fronts but is surprised to see Bretty boy is wearing designer underwear. Maybe nowadays he dresses for the possibility of being stripped - maybe that's the effect Corinth has had on him. His underpants are probably the most costly item of clothing he put on tonight. His cock's getting way chubby inside them too. Corinth knows how much of a cocksucker Bretty boy is, that he surely can't wait to wrap his lips around Chase Phaeder's macho-boy meatstick. Let him wait a little longer. First... Corinth steps over, wrapping his hands around Chase's taut waist from behind, standing on tippy-toes to speak into his ear. "On your knees, man. Look at that boner tenting his underpants, huh? Let's see you give it some attention. Get it real hard with your mouth and that face of yours before you let it out, okay?" With a quiet, snorting kind of sigh, Chase agrees, sinking down to his knees with Corinth's hands coming to rest on his shoulders. The silver talons on one seem almost moulded to their shape off the thick shoulder on which it rests. As Chase sinks down from between Corinth and Brett's faces, Corinth gives his geeky dick-worshipping pal a grinning wink. Unusually for him, Bretty boy responds with a mischievous, flaring smile, his eyes twinking with lust. His cheeks blush that same furious color Corinth remembers so well, but now it seems less with awkward embarrassment than with excitement. Hey, I'm helping this shy little freak come out of his shell AND I'm getting him a blowjob from an insanely hot stud, thinks Corinth. And yet that therapist dad sent me to that time said I was a sociopath! Til I fuckin' made him say sorry and take it back, anyway. Being dangled out of your office window can have that kind of effect. Corinth looks over to Dean Demeter, in the meaty prison of Eclipse's arms. "You should maybe take some notes here, pal. You may not believe it, but you're gonna be joining this party pretty soon" Dean struggles, shaking his head but not able to make any sound with his mouth trapped beneath Eclipse's hand. Eclipse himself, the bewitched Devin Trasseno, looks particularly pleased to be able to serve his master like this. He increases his hold on Dean very slightly, but thanks to his massive super-strength, it's enough to make the snared hunk squirm in pain. Corinth smiles at this sideshow but then turns back to take in the awesome sight of Chase on his knees in front of Brett, snuffling in at the dork's cock and balls through the cotton of his underpants. Corinth fondles Chase's delicious shoulders all the more, dragging the silver claw over them delicately, then scratching with one extended spindle of a finger right down the centre of Chase's beautiful neck. Fuck, man, he'd never say it, but he loves Chase's bravery. Under the immense threat of all the lethal forces Corinth has at his disposal, he stays so cool and calm, doing what must be done to get through this and trying not to react to Corinth's cruel toying. Even as he kisses at Bretty-boy's swelling package through his underwear, he tries to shrug off the exquisite taunting of the spike against his skin. And, man, what a luscious shrug he has, all those rippling and shifting muscles under his richly olive skin. Corinth picks at the latex vampire bite wounds. Tiring now of their lurid suggestiveness, he scrapes and flicks them off with his extended silver talons. His other hand meets Brett's on top of Chase's head, and their fingers intertwine with thick strands of the stud's hair between them. The pair tilt forward to kiss each other playfully. Corinth finds Brett's mouth awash with excited saliva. Chase has developed a technique for cocksucking, all thanks to Corinth's tutelage, and he needs no instruction to remove Brett's underwear and start pleasuring his skinny dick in earnest. The only difference he finds, the only thing that wrongfoots him just a little, is that Brett's wang is nothing like as huge as Corinth's monster boner, and you might wonder if that look that flashes across his broad, dark face as he draws backs to take a breath isn't maybe, just maybe, a flash of disappointment at this lighter load for his mouth to handle. "Don't worry, stud boy" Corinth laughs, "You're gonna be getting the old familiar Cardinal cock pretty soon too - but not before you've given our Bretty boy here the full experience. You gotta put this one in your diary, Brett - a wicked cool Chase Phaeder blowjob! You're in an exclusive club now, dude - just you and me in it, in fact!" He crouches to whisper into the cocksucking Chase's ear. "Unless there's something you ain't telling me, huh, dude? You maybe got a taste for cock after sucking on mine so much?" Chase shakes his head very slightly, make a negative "mmmmnnnnnnnno" sound through a mouthful of dick. Corinth drags his claw across Chase's sucked in cheek. "I mean, it wouldn't surprise me, man. Once you get used to having that cock plugging your throat, it can end up feeling kinda empty without it --- or that's what I figure anyway, judging from all the fucking cocksuckers I've done one big favor with my fuckin' huuuuuuuge dick!" Corinth unleashes said boner, smiling winsomely at Brett as if to say he shouldn't be intimidated by the size of the thing compared to own relatively puny pork sword. He wants Brett to know that whatever their size, their erections are working in tandem for the noble cause of giving this mighty stud what he's got coming to him. It'd be fair to say, anyway, that the enormity of Corinth' fuckstick is not the first thing on Brett's mind at this moment. What is on his mind is a soaring feeling of impossible triumph as the amazing Chase Phaeder kneels before him giving him a blowjob - this total jock hunk servicing a scrawny nobody he never so much as acknowledged when they sat in the same classrooms together for years. And over there, torn sexily from his shirt, whose tattered remains hang from the belt around his jeans, another of the school's glorious hunks stands trapped and struggling uselessly in the glistening, robust arms of a stripped-off supervillain. Stands there ready for use when Corinth decides -- made just as much a plaything as the weird sculptures made from plastic action figures Corinth has dotted around this place. And, boy, Dean Demeter doesn't look too happy about it. Rubbing his upright, massive boner against the back of Chase's head, Corinth looks intense. "Whenever I want you, you are mine, boy ... for the rest of your life ... if I want you, I'm having you..." And as the little bastard's eyes flick back and forth between the kneeling, dick-slurping Chase Phaeder and the decisively inconvenienced Dean Demeter, it's clear that he is addressing both of them. Once Corinth Cardinal has picked you, you are his forever, no matter how long and invisible a tether he keeps you on. That, in fact, is why Chase Phaeder has never been able to escape this city, to find either a college placement or a job outside of it. Corinth, with all his dad's resources and influence at his beck and call, will never allow it. It is Corinth who has pulled all the strings that have led Chase to his current situation - scraping a living as a nightclub stripper and bareknuckle fighter. Just exactly how Corinth wants him, the life Corinth has decided he must live. And all this because he believes it suits him, like a coat might suit him. Like a character in a movie, his fate is an aesthetic matter. So yeah, suck that cock, boy. That's your destiny, as decreed by me. And what of Dean Demeter's destiny? Having added him to his man shopping list tonight, pretty much on a whim, Corinth takes this opportunity to appraise him freshly - remembers those days he spent trailing him at a distance on the Dallesandro College campus. A vanilla sort of hunk, really, middle class boy who's never faced any real adversity, but pleasing to look at. Just waiting to be molded into something useful - that is, something Corinth has a use for. "I suggest you spend less energy on trying to escape," he snarls " - because you must know, dude, that that is totally impossible! - and more on taking some notes on how to chow down on cock really well. Because it's gonna be your turn real soon, hot stuff, and no-one's going to go easier just coz you're a beginner." Corinth grinds his cock harder against Chase's head as he threatens Dean. "As a matter of fact, you're getting thrown in at the deep end, cuz this this a cocksucking contest --- and there's going to be penalties for the loser! So watch hard, and cram like it's the biggest exam of your life! Cram like my buddy here's cramming cock into this stud's hot motherfuckin' mouth!" Instead, Dean continues his tedious struggle. This appears to anger Eclipse, who takes Corinth's every word as a heavenly edict, like an instruction handed to him on Zeus's headed notepaper. He clamps his hands down on Dean's trapped studboy biceps that bit harder, and Dean screams out in pain, because it's like being manhandled by heavy machinery and he's in danger of being done a real damage. "Obey the master's wishes" Eclipse scolds, like it's the most natural thing in the world to do and Dean is deviating from what is self-evidently right. "AAAArrghh!!! Okay, okay... fuck man! I'll stop... uuuuggghrh!... I'll stop struggling, okay? Aaaaaargh!" Corinth nods, and Eclipse eases his pulverising grip. "I tell ya, dude", Corinth cackles, "That guy might look like something from a sci-fi fetish porn site" -- the blue metal harness to which Corinth refers is grinding uncomfortably right into Dean's upper back - "but if he takes against you, you might as well try to fight back after being dropped into a meat grinder. Man, you're right in the path of an oncoming train, and I'm the only one who's keeping the brakes on!" "Bullshit!" Dean gurgles, "You're the goddamn driver!" Corinth's eyes sparkle and he grins. "Oh, cute! He answers back ... I'll be fucking sure to knock that habit out of you. I don't remember you being on the fucking high school debating society, so don't you get a fucking smart mouth now..." Corinth looks angry suddenly. "Man, you are no fuckin' Nate Lusher, are you" "What the fuck are you-AAAAAAAAAAGGKK!!!!" Dean begins, and fails to continue. As Eclipse smushes him in his behemoth grip again, his super-powered captor reprimands: "Master Corinth doesn't like you getting sassy" "Nice one, man" says Corinth approvingly, "That harness thing really does work intuitively, huh?" "It's not the harness, I just adore you" Eclipse says plaintively, which Corinth finds absolutely hilarious. Chase expertly tongues Brett's cock before starting in on giving some succulent head. "Bring that dickhead over here" Corinth hisses at Eclipse, and the villain effortlessly bundles Dean closer to them. "Now shove 'im on his knees, so he can get a good view of what my boy Chase is doing here" Corinth instructs, and Eclipse slams Dean down viciously, so quickly and forcefully that there's a crunching sound, and Corinth fears - no, not fears, he's not that compassionate - he wonders if Dean's leg bones might have been splintered into shards, not having had the time to bend at the joints. The possibility gives him a little thrill, but a quick check shows it isn't the case. Eclipse handles Dean roughly, holding back on using the superhuman force that could kill him, but seeming to be quite deliberately using just enough to hurt him a lot. He keeps looking at him like he really resents him. Corinth doesn't know the reason for this malice, but approves of it heartily. "Watch close, hunkystuff," Corinth tells Dean, "See the way a stud sucks a cock when he really fucking needs to" Chase, it must be said, does it really fucking well, fully into it by now, taking Brett's boner deeper and deeper into his mouth. Chase Phaeder sucks cock like it's Christmas come early. Whether or not he truly, deep down likes it, he is a dream come true of perfect, luscious cocksucking from a perfect, luscious slab of hunk. A blowjob from him is something that feels perfect from something that looks perfect. That's what Dean's going to have to compete against. He looks the part, for sure. Especially now the last damp shreds of his t-shirt been torn away like wet paper. His torso is fucking ripped, man, even more than Corinth remembers. He must be all gym sessions and protein shakes these days, so he's gotta be dull company. Totally boring guy - at least 'til you get his shirt off, and then the pecs and abs do all the talking. Corinth assesses, with a professional eye. He sees great raw material here. He says: "We're gonna throw you in at the deep end here, man, see if you can hit the ground running" "That's a - unnngh - mixed metaphor" Brett corrects, before he can stop himself, and even as the pleasure he's feeling in his dick seems to tear through every part of him. Luckily for him, Corinth laughs. "Only you could be that fucking prissy while getting your cock sucked, dude ... but seriously - don't correct me again. Or I'll correct you, upside your head. No man, I'm just joking. But really. Don't." Chase Phaeder's a bulky, strong dude. But Corinth gets the better of him by putting his whole body into this effort: taking hold of his head in his hands, nearly scraping his face with those nails in the process, and wrenching his head away from the cock. A surprised Chase lets out a wet slooping sound as his puckered toughboy mouth continues to suck on a dick that isn't there. "You're up, fucker" Corinth tells Dean. "Get on that dick and don't miss a goddamn beat. I want my good buddy here not to be able to tell the difference, yeah? Go on, slut boy, let's see you go!" An obedient Eclipse whips Dean over, hands under his armpits, to shove his face in the erect cock. It pokes sharply him in the eye, and from the smirk on Eclipse's face, it looks like he intended this. "Uhhh... No..." Dean mutters indignantly, face to face with this dork's fuzzy hanging balls and blinking the pain out of his cock-nudged eyeball. Corinth shoves Chase out of the way again, and in an angry flash, scrapes his silver spike-nails across the cunt's upper back. Dean's skin sunders, dark lines of blood appear. He cries out. "Already getting impatient, shithead," Corinth warns. Eclipse is only loosely gripping Dean by one armpit now, but he grinds it between his fingers hard enought to cause Dean to screech out sharply once more. Spurred into action by the shock, Dean Demeter goes for it, pretty much closing his eyes and diving in. "That's a good boy," Corinth commends sarcastically, though a grunting "Ow" from Brett suggests that Dean maybe hasn't got into Chase's groove quite as smoothly as he might have liked. In fact, he struggles. Full of fear and adrenalin, the sharp slicing of pain across his back having brought back to him the terror of earlier this evening - (DVD note: Dean Demeter's harrowing experiences can be seen in cult BlueShark Video slasher flick Roller Blade Frenzy) - he goes after that dick in panic, and Brett is in danger of losing his boner for a few moments. Which is not a good start for Dean, given that Corinth has just threatened some kind of penalty for the poorer of the two dickslurpers. Soon, though, Brett is enjoying himself once again, and seems to be really into fondling Dean's head of yellowy-blonde hair, a contrast with Chase Phaeder's which was there a moment ago. Brett suddenly has an amazing glimpse of the world in which Corinth exists. A world where, instead of yearning away in the dark for these hot guys who wouldn't look twice at him, even to think about beating him up, he can wonder what it'd be like to have some guy sucking on his dick - and then, with little more than a click of the fingers, goddamn well find out, for real. Brett has spent so long being scared of Corinth, it's never really occured to him before to be jealous of him. Now he fondles that handsomely formed head of Dean Demeter like he's trying to convince himself that this awesomeness is even real. Corinth nods approvingly as he watches. "Make sure this one doesn't get out of line at all," he tells Eclipse, standing on tiptoes to give him a reward kiss, which the super hunk lavishly reciprocates, "I'm just going to get reacquainted here" What Corinth means by this soon becomes obvious when he tells Chase Phaeder to get on his back on the floor and spread 'em. Chase doesn't even need further instruction than this - he knows what Corinth likes. The beautiful stud holds his mighty, sexily muscled legs apart in a V-shape, pointing rigidly upwards to 10 and 2. He does this not with his hands, which are braced against the floor, but with his strength and good balance. It'd be a tough position for most people to hold for too long, but he's a big strong boy, this one. His legs look great too, all defined as he holds them in position. Mouth watering with desire, a greedy Corinth massages Chase's meaty butt cheeks - silver nails on one hand scraping dangerously about his upper thigh while the thumb of the other fondles at the silkily soft skin right around the rim of the hunk's asshole - before getting on his hands and knees and burying his face as much as he can in the glorious bullseye between those buttocks. Corinth goes after Chase's jock butthole like he's got his head in a fucking feedbag. For a long time he's oblivious to the ongoing learning curve of Dean's first attempt to suck on a dick. Bretty boy gets way hotter than he has been already, observing the way Chase simply opens himself up to Corinth's desire for him. Brett has previously figured that only wussy little guys like him are so willing to offer themselves up to a man's aggressive sexing. And even though he knows Chase is being coerced, the sheer, learned lack of resistance on his part makes Brett feel like they have something in common, that, no matter what the circumstances of it, Chase is as much a slutty little faggot as he he is. At this, he looks back down to Dean. "Suck deeper, you fucker! Suck harder!" After what seems an eternity, and with a wet pop, Corinth drags himself away from Chase's asshole. He lets out a few deep appreciative breaths through puckered lips, resting his clawed hand against the wiry black pubes on Chase's abdomen and letting the nails scrape across his amazing abs. Licking his lips, wiping the back of his free hand against his saliva and mucus-covered mouth, Corinth says: "You can put em down now, babe" The effort Chase has put in to keeping his strong, gorgeous legs aloft is only now revealed by the deep moan of relief as he suddenly lets them collapse, inert, followed by lengthy gasping sighs. Corinth climbs on top of him and gives him a big wet kiss. Then he stands up, and kicks hims gently in the ribs. "No slacking off, my big kickass beauty. Get over there and take over on Bretty boy's dick." On cue, Eclipse yanks Dean's head off of Brett's cock, throwing him down onto the floor like a ragdoll and placing a foot in the small of his back to keep him in place. Dean's limbs wriggle around, but he's effectively pinned in place beneath just the supervillain's bare heel. Corinth laughs, then gets his hands around one of Chase's shapely biceps and moves him back into position before Brett's dick. "How's that, Bretty boy?" Corinth asks, as Chase clamps down on that cock again. "Who's doing better outta these two hunk homos?" Brett strokes at Chase's rich black hair, having the time of his life. "Nnnnnghuhh... oh Jesus...fuck... Uhhh... Ch-Chase is ... Chase is doing the best, so.. so far. Oh man, that's fucking amazing" It's not like Brett to cuss, so we can take it Chase's so-called "straight dude" blowjobs are damn good. "So, Chase takes the lead --- better up your game there, Dean" Corinth taunts. It isn't long before Dean gets another chance to prove himself. Soon enough, Corinth has him back up on his knees, shoulder to meaty shoulder with Chase, and the two of them taking turns to gulp down on his dorky friend's cock. Corinth makes almost a party game out of it, telling them to switch every time he claps his hands: pass the penis. A crafty Chase, determined not to come out of this the loser, gains a further advantage by using his whole face and his throat to pleasure the rigid dick before him - letting the underside of that cock touch every part of his face and neck like he's bathing under a shower head - and then, when he does take its thick length into his strong-jawed mouth again, lubricating it with thick, drooling baths of saliva. As the situation quickly becomes competitive, Dean sheds his reservations and tries to outdo his fellow hunk. He kisses lovingly up and down the length of the shaft, then starts licking at and sucking on Corinth's hanging balls. Chase's angry snarl as he watches this is awesome to see - a macho hot guy getting pissed off at someone trying to give a better blowjob than him. Brett is rising onto his tippy-toes, skinny legs taut and rigid. "Unnnghh-oh God... I'm getting close --b-both of you now! Fuck yeah, both of you on my cock at once!" Brett folds his arms and grins proudly as his pansy protege gives this instruction unbidden. Both eager to please, the hot jocks press their faces together against the precum-streaming cock to lick at it, and Brett places a hand on each of their heads for support as, rising even higher on his tiptoes, he squeaks in pure pleasure and lobs out a first massive volley of cum that fucking flies across the room, but followed by another four that splatter gorgeously across those handsome faces. Dean has never done this before, winces and doesn't totally know what to do. Chase, the savvy little fucker, gives him a masterclass as he goes out of his way to catch the falling jizz in his mouth, then even leans over to lick a thick, pearly trail of it from where it has landed on Dean's cheek. When he bows his head to let the last frantic spews of it land in his hair, I think Dean pretty much knows he's been beaten in this contest. A gasping and groaning Brett takes a hold of his barely less erect cock when the jizzing stops, and shakes the last of it out onto that proferred, willing head, sat there like a waiting ashtray for cum. If the jock duo think that's an end to it, they're quickly relieved of their error. Corinth has stepped out of his skimpy underwear, handing it to Eclipse, who gives it an adoring sniff, and clicks his fingers. "Come on over here, now, guys. While you're still all sweaty and covered in that sweet spunky funk. I wanna see what you've learned" Ha! The muscled beauties practically push each other out of the way to get to that cock first. Neither knows what penalty the poorer of the two cocksuckers will pay in this little battle, but evidently neither wants to be the one to find out either. Chase, all sense of fair play having gone out of the window, slaps a hand against the raw scratch on Dean's back, trying to make it look something he does accidental while scrambling about, then scurries ahead as Dean cries out in pain and is briefly paralysed in surprise. Fuck man, look at this hot piece of muscleboy meat totally dripping in jizz and fighting his way to the front of the queue for more. Corinth is already erect,of course, so it is not for Chase to coax his mighty dick into life. Still he starts softly, eager to show his technique, prove that he's a good boy who knows just how to please, before taking it deep into his throat. Corinth raises a hand to Dean as the blonde shuffles over. "Uh-uh. Hold it, babe. One at a time - I gotta judge you little sluts objectively, you know?" But something happens out of the blue. As Chase starts work in earnest on Corinth's cock, Eclipse looks oddly alarmed, and then starts to tremble, going red in the face, and then, in a fast-as-lightning flash, Chase is no longer at Corinth's dick, but has been whipped across the room, and is being held against the wall at the throat by the super-beast, whose face is a contorted mask of fury. Chase's dangling feet are left kicking about uselessly as he gasps for air. "Bastard!" Eclipse roars, and it's like the bass has been turned up to eleven on his super-lungs. "The master's cock is not for you! It's for ME! ONLY!!" Corinth giggles at this, but then panics when Eclipse suddenly shrieks: "Now fucking DIE, you unworthy cunt!" "Heystop!!!" Corinth yells so it comes out as one word. And only just in the nick of time, as already Devin Trasseno's hand is poised at Chase's temples, ready to crush his skull like you'd break a raw egg. Corinth hastily goes on: "You will not - do you hear me, you will NOT kill Chase, or Dean, or any of my fucking boys unless I fuckin' specifically tell you to, right??" Chase's relief at this escape from the piledriver maniac's wrath is mildly tempered by Corinth's addition of that last bit, like his death is still considered a viable possibility by the mascara-wearing little bastard. Again, this just proves that Chase is right to drop his pride completely. Do whatever it takes to survive this. He is totally practical about the situation. And at least the harness-clad monster lets go of him, so that he falls to the floor. Eclipse doesn't look happy about this, but thanks to the magical piece of kit around his chest, has no option but to obey his little teen master. Assured that his gorgeous boy toy Chase isn't significantly harmed, Corinth allows himelf a crooked smile again. "Whoah. Now, that's an unexpected one. I didn't figure on how making you be totally in love with me would lead to you getting jealous of other guys. But it makes sense, I guess. Boy, this little spell I've got on your ass really takes on a life of its own, don't it?" Eclipse's enormous shoulders slouch a little. "I am sorry to have disappointed you, my beloved master." "Disappointed?" Corinth repeats. "No way, man, that's real hot, the way you did that. But since it looks like I've got to spell it out: you don't need to get jealous of these guys, okay? Anything that makes your master happy has gotta be a good thing, right?" And with that weird brainwashy effect that instructions given via the enchanted harness evoke, Eclipse goes from pouting fury to happy acceptance: "Yes.Of course, yes. I'm so sorry, my master. I don't know why I didn't see that before." Corinth snorts. "Probably cuz I hadn't told your dumb fuck empty head what to think yet", he mutters. It doesn't actually matter that Eclipse hears this - the only effect is for him to agree completely and happily that he has a dumb fuck empty head waiting to be filled with Corinth's sacred edicts. That brief, homicidal issue out of the way, Chase is allowed to continue in his elaborate worship of Corinth's impatient boner. It's not surprising that he's a little wary about this at first. He wraps his lips around the cock's head twice, and twice draws away to glance warily at the now serene Eclipse, before relaxing enough to continue with his erotic task. Dean, too, looks more than a little jittery as his eyes dart between Chase's actions, which he realises he must replicate and improve upon, and the looming Eclipse, whose surge of murderous rage has added a fresh terror to what is already one hell of a difficult night. Dean wants to be back in his safe world of bench presses and AI prototypes. And there's a friend he wants to come to the rescue. Because Professor Felix could do something about this whole mess, he's sure. If only his phone hadn't fallen into that lousy swamp... There's little time for such comforting thoughts, though, as very soon it is his turn to take on the might of Corinth Cardinal's surprising, intimidatingly massive dick with his untrained and already battered mouth. He chokes. I mean, he literally chokes as he tries really hard, but he also fails, panicking and rushing what little technique he has acquired. Finally, Corinth takes Dean's hair in his hand close to the yellowy temple, and yanks him away from the cock. "Not the greatest effort, son" Corinth hisses, shaking his head in mock sadness as he looks down at the beleagured hunkboy. "In fact, if I had to mark you I'd probably ... well, I'd do it like this -" And he takes a swing with his free arm and scratches Dean across the pecs with his clawed hand. As the skin tears, Dean yells out: "AAAaaArgh!!!!! You fuckin' bastard!" Well, Corinth doesn't like this. He raises a skinny, crooked leg and plants the sole of his foot in the middle of the fresh wound on Dean's chest, grunting angrily as he pushes shoves him backward to the floor. "Don't you fucking dare talk back to me like that, ya dick!" Corinth snarls. He stamps in rage on Dean's stomach and the hunk cries out again. "Bad enough you giving me that lame excuse for a blowjob without you giving me backchat too!" He turns to Eclipse."Hey, man - teach him a lesson. Pick him up, lob 'im over there at that wall" "With pleasure, master" Eclipse agrees, moving forward, and as Dean gabbles "Hey!Nononono!" in protest, the mighty villain takes hold of him by the buttock and under the armpit, lifting him up and flinging him easily across the room and into a wall. Dean thuds into it with his shoulder, then collapses and rolls off an ancient wooden chest, the wind knocked out of him again as he slams against the cold floor. "How's about that, fucker. You get to fly" Corinth says. He pats a still-kneeling, still cum-slicked Chase Phaeder on his wet and sticky head. "Guess he just ain't a good boy like you, huh?" "No, master" Chase agrees, seizing on the chance to be the 'good boy' in Corinth's little charade and let Dean Demeter be the bad one. It's not like they were ever friends in high school. In fact, Chase always felt a little ostracised by the 'pec pack', who all came from wealthier families than him. "Damn straight", Corinth grins wickedly. "And as for you, shithead, never mind rolling around over there moaning and whining. You come over here on your hands and knees and fuckdamn beg me for a chance to show you can do better!" Dean is indeed whining conspicuously. Being tossed through the air like he's a ragdoll seems to be have been the big shock that's broken his will to resist this insanity any longer. He's making whimpering, crying sounds like a total wuss, and trembling violently as he clambers onto his hands and knees and begins to drag himself back towards Corinth. "Yeahhh, thaty's it stud, crawl to me like an animal" Corinth hisses, way fucking hard. "Fuck, dude, watching you crawl's getting me hotter than your fucking lame efforts at giving BJs. You gotta do something to turn THAT around, and quick" After a grovelling journey that proves most pleasurable for Corinth to watch, Dean arrives back at the skinny dude's feet. His chest is bruised as well as bloodied. "So, you're gonna be a good boy now, huh?" Corinth asks, raising a threatening claw to gesture at Eclipse with it - a two-pronged threat. "Y--y-yes" Dean nods, his eyes tearing up. "Please man, just stop this crazy shit --- don't let that dude-" Corinth smacks his bare hand against Dean's cheek. "Shush now, my nouveau faggot creampuff, no-one likes a whiner." He thinks, then grins. "Hey, that's not actually true. I fucking love hearing you whine! Shows you've learned your place" He gestures for Chase to come over. "Okay, slutboys, tag team cocksucking now. Dean, you start. Then switch each time I click my fingers. Don't want you missing a beat. I'll be marking you on how smoothly it goes, yeah? Chase, you looked pretty hot with that fake vampire mark on you earlier? You best make me happy if you don't want a fucking real wound in its place!" Suitably warned, the hot boys go after Corinth's cock with renewed vigour. Corinth is particularly pleased with the way Dean keeps reacting in surprise to its size. Also, Dean still has his jeans on, while Chase is butt naked, and Corinth tries to figure out for a while which he thinks his hotter, clicking his fingers again and again just to make the call. At one point, while Chase is doing an amazing job working over Corinth's cock - oh, Chase is so obviously the winner, Dean doesn't stand a chance - Chase grabs a hold of Dean's hair and starts talking to him. "So tell me, dude, you and your high school buddies - Seth Christiansen, Matt Korda ..." Corinth's voice actually falters as he comes to the next one, " ... Nate Lusher. All of you hot guys hanging around shooting the breeze like Abercrombie models. Come on, you guys must have blown each other at some point, right? Maybe a little more than that? I guess maybe YOU never sucked anyone off before, because it sure as hell doesn't feel like you ever have, but I cannot believe that a room of hot jock cock could have gone to waste. How about it, huh? Was there one guy in the group got passed around like a pack of smokes? Tell me my gorgeous Nate gave a little head once in a while ... it's such a goddamn waste if he never did" Dean is unable to reply, paralysed because he's not sure whether Corinth wants the honest truth - that nothing of the kind happened between that gang of handsome, boring fuckers - or a lie that will please him. Also, he's realising that Corinth knows something about the disappearance of Nate Lusher, that he is talking about him in the past tense. So his mouth just hangs open stupidly, wet and gawping. "Fuck's sake" Corinth snorts contemptuously, clicking his fingers again, watching and feeling the rapid, seamless switchover between the hot boys. "If that mouth's got nothing useful to say, let's put it back to work" And this goes on, until Corinth abruptly ends it. Dizzily close to the point of cumming, he decides to hold on. He has Eclipse tear Dean's jeans off his legs, and as the hunk is manhandled on the floor the denim comes apart in the supervillain's hands like clumps of wet toilet paper. He rips the surprisingly immaculate briefs off of Dean's fine sculpted ass and reveals the result to his master Corinth proudly. Dean's leanly muscular body, stripped bare, torn front and back by Corinth's silver claw, is a perfect combination of strong and vulnerable. Allowed to stand upright. Chase, so clearly picked out by Corinth as the good boy of the two, must also remove his flimsy stripper underwear. He does this in his professional strippers' way, swaying his hips for maximum effect. For a straight toughboy, he does such a good job of acting the slut. Corinth is tempted to push him even further, raise the level of threat. Once these boys start to give way, all it takes is to push and push more. Maybe later, maybe later. But for now... -------------- New scene. Corinth and Brett are gonna plow into the two hunks on a favorite fucking spot of Corinth's: his pool table. Course, the number of times he's played anything so frigging bourgeois as an actual game of pool on this sturdy old standby is negligible; anyone who's seen any amount of porn at all knows that the primary pleasure to be had from such a piece of furniture is in porking some cheap stud on top it. Seeing them mainly in porn as he was growing up, Corinth was for a long time under the impression that that was all they were for - that these things were fuck-tables. Even after finding out different, the association has never budged. Corinth has a special room he keeps it in, all kitted out with bar stools and mounted deer heads, kitsch sports trophies and such crap, like it's the set of a barroom on some show like Cheers. Like the set of some porn movie, it scratches a fetishist itch to enact his desires in a place where they don't belong - squirting his lurid spunk all over that blue collar clutter. It's his revenge on normal life for existing. Here, the two athletic hunks - so similar like peas in a pod, so different, like apples and oranges - get draped over the table, angled into each other so they can make out throughout like Corinth insists they want to. The dark-featured asymmetric Chase and the blonde Ken-doll Dean. For no reason other than how hot it is, the studs' muscular arms are cuffed at the wrists behind their horny backs. Devin Trasseno efficiently applies these restraints by tying strands of steel in knots about them with his bare, super-powered hands. This done, he lays them out, stomach-first on the table as disinterestedly as if he was readying it for dinner. The guys let out an "oof!" each as they are thrown across the hard baize-clad surface. As it lands, Dean's shoulder impacts a bunch of shiney colored balls and sends them rolling and clacking across the table. Like a pair of malevolent imps, the scrawny, slender-limbed Brett and Corinth dance excitedly around this scene. They move around the table to take in the sight from every angle before darting back to take their positions behind the prone, meaty asses of their prey. Elevated to his role as Corinth's partner in this thrilling game of jockbusting, Brett is fast becoming more and more like his skinny-ass mentor. There's an obvious question here, but the answer is obvious too. "Well, Bretty-boy. You've waited an awful long time for Chase Phaeder to fuck you, ain't ya? But I bet you never even dreamed that you'd be the one getting to take HIM up his sweet, tough-guy asshole. Yeah. You take Chase. And I get to see if I can make Dean Demeter here squeal like a girl" Brett's wide eyes look between the prone, helpless Chase and the demon-grinning face of the poisonous little Corinth. Fuck yeah, this feels so right. Corinth darts over to a drawer, full of junk. He throws some stuff out of the way, onto the floor, then takes out a couple of mammoth, fleshy-looking dildos, dusting them off roughly with his palms. His actions don't remove the thick stains all across one of them that are almost certainly from cum. From another drawer, he takes a container of lube, plastic but disguised as a beer bottle to fit in with the bar-room theme. He hands Brett the cummy one. "Here, man. These'll prise them open nicely, make 'em more receptive for when it's your cock going in there, you know?" Brett nods, more in a sort of obedience than agreement, his eyes not leaving the dildo as he takes hold of it. You know what he's thinking - just what a fag like him is sure to think when handed a fake cock like this that looks so realistic --- he's thinking how much he'd like it to belong to a real guy, and how much he'd like to fucking suck on it with his salivating mouth. This collides with his totally unexpected excitement at getting to stick such a huge phallus up inside the magnificent Chase Phaeder. Corinth smiles wickedly, splats out some lube onto the palm of his hand. He places the bottle at the edge of the pool table, approaches Dean's butt with his gob of slickly glistening lube. He places one hand on a mound of buttock, smacks the other one into the crevice between it and its partner. Dean tenses up, nearly clenches. "Now don't be an awkward fucker" Corinth snarls, bunching up his fist and working his way into the crack. He gestures for Devin to come over, and the supervillain obediently reaches in to place a hand on each of Dean's buttocks and ease them neatly apart. A smiling Corinth then lovingly smears the lubricant around the clean, tight butthole, using a couple of fingers that he works round in decreasing circles, slowly closer and closer to the anus. No need to hurry as he does this. With his free hand he is just as slowly rubbing up and down the shaft of his own swelling cock. - And that is when Brett notices, remembers, that Corinth's dick, when it is totally erect, is just the same freakishly big size as these dildos are. While Brett finds himself holding onto the one Corinth gave him with both hands, like it's a sword, Corinth has placed his down in the groove at the center of Dean's upper back. The hunk can feel its entire intimidating length resting there upon him as Corinth's fingers work their wicked magic on loosening up and moistening his hole. Corinth massages away with the lube until he is finally delicately stroking at the edge of the hot anus with a single extended finger. He does this more slowly and teasingly than before, listening to every gasping, nervous breath from the sexy Dean as he waits for the inevitable moment when his jock asshole becomes a tight, sweet pussy. Yeah man, this is the fate of any hot dude who comes Corinth's way. He blasts them down like he's firing a raygun with some bright red homofication beam, not a thing they can do about it -- (his dad's teams of top scientists, meanwhile, all stubbornly insist that an actual homofication ray is not feasible) -- some of them enjoy it less than others, but he gets what he wants either way. Dean, so far, appears to be one of the more resistant ones, unwilling to surrender easily. But the uptight son of a bitch will yield. As Devin keeps the ass cheeks apart, Corinth gets his mouth up to the tightly winking pink hole, blowing hotly into it and getting lost there. Dean squirms a little against the table, lets out a helpless moan or two. Even though their faces are very nearly pressed together and they are surely feeling the warmth of each other's breath all over each other, Brett notices Dean and Chase are studiously avoiding directly looking at each other. Getting more confident, he goes and picks up one of Corinth's now discarded silver talons, hooks it onto his own index finger and reaches in to stroke it across the two captured dudes' faces in slow patterns. He traces across Chase's jutting cheekbone, then across to Dean's clenched and twitching jaw, not with enough force to scrape or scratch, only to unbearably heighten their senses, make them squirm and goosebump more. Dean's eyes flicker nervously, wetly over at Brett as this previously unassuming dork becomes yet another new threat. "You two guys kiss each other now" Brett instructs, poking the spike a little more deeply into Dean's cheek, nearly breaking the skin. Dean grits his teeth, angry green eyes darting to give the stupid little nerd a threatening, steely glare. "No way I'm doing what you tell me too, you stinking little fruit!" he hisses. Brett's face flushes scarlet, he slices the talon across Dean's face, drawing blood. Dean yelps out. The scratch is only glancing, but it shocks the shit outta him. Brett's eyes twinkle with tears, he looks to Corinth for help or instruction. Corinth's face emerges from Dean's asshole, he looks momentarily angry to be torn away by this ruckus. Then he looks amused by what Brett has done. "Ha, yeah dude, you fucking will do what my pal here tells ya. You say he's a fruit? Well, bad fucking news for you, man - he's the fruit who's telling you exactly what to do from now on, unless you really want me to sic that super bastard over there onto ya!" Standing proudly in the corner, huge muscular arms folded, Devin Trasseno bunches the fists that rest against each mammoth bicep. "Ohhhhh, please let me do it, master Corinth. I'm not hurting them because you've told me I shouldn't, and I can't do anything to disobey you, my sweet lord ... but I sooooo hate you giving all that attention to them and not me. I'd love to get them out the way if you let me ... I'd grind their damn bones to paste so I can have your great big cock to myself, if you'd just say the word!" "Uh-huh" says Corinth, turning back to the laid-out jockpussies. "This situation any clearer to you now, blondie?" Dean's eye twitches. Now Chase is looking at him, seems to be trying to indicate that he shouldn't push it. Devin goes on, nodding over to Brett: "And him, I'd tie his little skinny ass in a knot and throw him clean out the window so we could be alone together again" Rather than turn his usual red, Brett Dillinger blanches a dazzling white. "Jeez guy," Corinth sighs, still amused, "Enough. Bretty boy here's my good buddy, yeah?" Devin nods, fuming and unconvinced. "Now, if Bretty tells you to do something, you obey" Corinth snarls at Dean. "And I gotta say, I wouldn't mind watching you two guy going at it one litte bit" Now Chase is looking right at Dean, intensely, rigidly. Trying to establish some recognition that they share this situation and that they should accept and get through it. He's more experienced in this situation, or ones like it. Kind of sweet, huh? Like they're bonding. And, fuck, don't you tell me these two hot studs aren't curious. Don't tell me they never looked at each other by the school lockers and wondered, just for a moment. And so, recognising that Dean will never start it, but guessing he isn't so dumb that he'll resist, Chase gently instigates a brief kiss, followed by another and another, then closing his eyes and locking lips properly. They're lying flat on their sculpted stomachs, cocks against the table hidden from sight, so we can't see if either or both of them have developed a chubby or not. But take it from me, both of them are surprised at how good it feels. Perhaps they should be numbed by fear, but instead their senses are heightened. Yeah, once they start making out in earnest they realise this isn't such a bad way to hold off this minuscule brute and his freakshow minions. Both victims in this place, they cling on to each other with their mouths and tongues. Yeah, they're into it alright. Look at them go for it. And man, their mouths are soon clinging onto each other for dear life as their two comically puny fuckmasters make out with their asses. It's a whole new world for Brett, this, and Chase gets the benefit, assuming he enjoys it - and who gives a fuck if he doesn't - of the metal stud in Bretty's tongue heightening the feeling, adding glancing blows of steel to the silken rubbing of tongue against asshole skin and flesh. Corinth likes Dean's asshole less than he does Chase's, if he's honest, so he goops it up good with the lube rather than wasting too much of his own saliva. Then he lifts the dildo off Dean's back - he lifts it up so slowly so that Dean knows just what is coming - before working the head of it against the tight, Jesus, more like fuckin' uptight, hole. And then - yeah! A fucking good shove. Inside goes the head. Dean lets out a noise between a grunt and a squeal, plops his mouth away from Chase's, unable to continue their desperate kissing. That is, until Brett adds another scratch to the sizeable collection Dean is building up, another on his face, and gleefully snarls "No-one said to stop the kissing, ya stupid fuckface!", forcing him to return right to it as his hole gets invaded inch by inch, so much quicker than he'd have liked. "Man, that's tight" Corinth smiles, telling the anguished Dean nothing that he doesn't already know as the dildo squeezes its way through his unwilling tunnel. "That's gonna feel soooooo great around my cock, boy. I'm kinda glad now - you know, that you saved yourself for me" He works the whopper dildo gently inside Dean's hole. "Quit struggling, son. Hey, Brett, you get a hold of your dildo and do like I do. I'll give you some lessons in getting a stud's asshole ready to take your cock - more useful than anything you'll learn at that college." And the two scrawny lads go at the hunks' assholes for a little longer, watching the pair kiss desperately, watching their sexy muscled backs rock gently from side to side, meaty shoulders quivering and convulsing every now and then against the discomfort of their restraints. Brett grips Chase's forearm for balance, just above the point where it is trapped uncomfortably in the wrought steel bar. It seems weirdly tender to be doing so. There's nothing tender about what Corinth does next, which is to instruct Eclipse to take hold of one of Dean's legs, the one on the outside edge of the pool table, and pull it up off the floor to hold good and far from the other one. Eclipse overdoes the angle perhaps just a little, as Dean screams out an enormous "YAAAAARGH"!!!" right into Chase's wincing face. "Fucking quit whining, pussy!" Corinth reprimands. "Fit guy like you blubbing just coz he has to do the splits a little? Listen dude, I've watched you at your yoga classes, you know. Anything that's recorded on a camera of any kind in this city, I can watch it at my leisure. So I know you're about as flexible as the Elastic Twins, and you can take this." Judging from the agonised, throaty moans Dean is struggling to suppress, it appears he disagrees, and that Corinth's grasp of what is physically possible may be lacking something. Still, the fact remains that his leg stays where it is, held daintily at the ankles between Eclipse's thumb and forefinger. It seems the super-brute is just showing off now. And, man, Dean's hole is really wide open for business. The dildo that felt jammed in there moments ago now eases free and out with a satisfying popping. After all that cocksucking, Corinth's huge raging dick is busting for release, for a hot, tight hole to plunge into. The feeling of withheld orgasm is immense, but Corinth is determined this hole is still gonna get the porking it needs. And - yes! - he's inside. Dean Demeter's asshole is his. Another sexy stud claimed. Fuck yeah, this is what power is for. Sweet, too, to see that lusty, disbelieving look spread across Brett's face as he mounts and penetrates Chase Phaeder. Feels the raw inside of his asshole clenched around his cock. They cum, finally, in unison. ----------- Dean barely has time to recover from the shock of his man-deflowering before Corinth anounces they will now resume the cocksucking contest. Dean perhaps thought that competition was over, because Corinth had been so hasty to move on to plowing their cute little buttholes - but Chase knows Corinth better and isn't surprised. The little fucker never could delay his gratification for that long - his first cumspill of the night is only ever to take the edge off, so he can enjoy the ensuing ones at more leisure. Corinth tells his two playstuds he'll let them get a little training in first, before diving straight back onto his and Brett's cocks. Say he'll allow them a practise run in using their mouths to service a guy. He does this by generously letting them suck on his toes while he lies sprawled out on some antique chaise longue. Chase gets to take care of one foot, Dean the other. This is true luxury, Corinth tells Brett: a fag for each foot. Each of them kneeling down there and making out with Cornth's dinky little slender toes. Ohhh, Chase is such a good boy, so great at what he does. The scared stupid, trembing Dean is simply no competition, struggling sloppily to maintain any technique as his attention keeps drifting to the menacing figure of Eclipse. Meanwhile Chase goes at Corinth's bare foot like he's eating out the pussy of his best girl. He takes each of Corinth's toes into his mouth lovingly, one at a time, and then takes all of them together. His agile, cleaving tongue traces and penetrates the gaps between them. He raise the long and narrow foot between his hands and laps up and down the sole like it's the creamiest ever ice cream. Shit, man, Chase Phaeder has to be the most awesomely skilled faggot ever to insist that he ain't no faggot. He's got instincts that you just can't teach - even when you're as dedicated a mentor as Corinth. Bretty boy is naturally subservient, but even he has never dedicated himself as fully to worshipping Corinth as this. Look at the way Chase uses his whole face, the way he lets those toes stroke their way across the expanse of his cheeks. The difference is that Chase knows what he's got. He knows how fucking fine he is. He's perfectly aware what luscious bounty he is offering when he offers himself. It's that abundance of beauty that got him snared in Corinth's trap in the first place, but by using it well, he hopes to escape it unscathed. Dean, poor son of a bitch, he lacks the instincts. Much as he takes care of himself, he's also probably not as vain as Chase is - let's face it, you gotta be kind of up yourself to spend so much of your high school years in lycra spandex. It makes Corinth kind of annoyed that Dean does not apear to think his good looks are anything out of the ordinary. That suggests that he must take them for granted, doesn't care about what really fucking matters. Yeah, and it's true when Corinth trailed him on campus he didn't seem to show much interest in chasing girls - or guys, for that matter. He's a sexless swot. If he wasn't so sunnily handsome, he'd have been branded a nerd by his peers long before now. Well, Corinth'll remake him, teach him some new rules. The brainy part of his mind is full of his computer science garbage. Corinth reckons he can take the sex part and fill it up with purest homo. By hook or by crook, even if he has to bash it into him a little. Dude needs to learn that every show of reluctance is just gonna make Corinth more itchy to break him in. He needs to be like Chase, willing to do anything to please his master, never willingly revealing that he doesn't actually want to. Corinth knows it's going to be fun getting him there. Dean makes another hapless blunder as he tries to ape Chase's actions. He lets Corinth's foot drag across his face, but as Corinth's foot curls in pleasure, a toenail scrapes and snags across Dean's cuts and he yelps. Giving up on attempting such flourishes, he returns to the simple act of sucking and dedicates himself to that, maybe hoping that hard work instead of fancy extras will earn him some points with the little bastard. Fat chance. Corinth is like a child who needs constant distractions. Even now, realising that he has left Brett just sitting around uselessly, he gets him into action sucking on his cock. Brett is right at home doing so, getting on his knees by the side of the weird old couch and greeting Corinth's enormous dick like an old friend. Again, Eclipse seems to chafe a little as he watches someone else worshipping the sacred cock. But, as per his instructions, he lets it go. It makes an odd sight, this: the gladiatoral super-hunk watching over these young men at play like an Olympian nanny. "Damn, boy, I'd forgotten how fucking good you were," Corinth whispers as his head tips back, pleasure engulfing him on all sides, "Jesus, that's a job well done by me too, ain't it. All those hours I let you get your practise in on me. Hey you guys, this little dork here has just raised the bar again - you gotta be at least as good as he is if you want to avoid getting a forfeit!" For a while Corinth is lost in this delight, sighing, squirming and wriggling as the three young men dedicate themselves to his erotic pleasure. It's all he can do to keep his rolling eyes open for long enough bouts to watch it all in the mirrored ceiling. Fuck, it's worth the effort though; he's never yet got tired of seeing a proud young man transformed before his eyes - and before his cock and his fucking feet - into a cheap slut. Wallowing, he tries to decide what he likes best out of a creature like Brett Dillinger, who right deep down to his core was made to be a cocksucking pussy, or studs like Chase and Dean, who have been refitted against their wills all to suit him. But choosing a favourite of two options has never been Corinth's bag. Coz he's Corinth Cardinal and there's no-one to stop him having both. And if someone does try to stop him -- well, fuck, he'll soon have that bastard sucking on his cock too. And that's if they're lucky. Corinth's dad always talks of 'ruling' this city, but he does it hidden away like a cockroach. Corinth wants to see a day when he can reign over Sol Casali like an emperor - like one of those ancient rulers who all the dumbass citizens really believe is half god or something. He dreams of a day when all the young men of the city will line up for the honor of suck on his sovereign cock, when it will be a matter of simple deference for them to offer up their assholes for its acommodation. Yeah, what a fuckin' vision. Coming down from this reverie, opening up his eyes and seeing these three dudes, he just wonders what the maximum number of guys is he can have worshipping at his cock altar. There's always Eclipse just standing there -- maybe he could get him on this too, sit on the supervillain's face while the rest of this show goes on? Nah. Keep him where he is. He has to be able to leap into action if any of these fuckers get it into their heads to rebel suddenly. And while Eclipse is certainly capable of leaping into action with inhuman speed, Corinth doesn't really want that to happen while the dude's face is in his ass. Still, the idea of sitting on someone's face sure is tempting once it pops into his head, and gives him the volition to call off this foot-sucking portion of the evening and move onto something else. He pats Bretty boy on the head as he gets off. "Boy, I tell ya, it's really hard to get my shit together enough to stop you once I've got you clamped down on my dick. But these studs here are just gagging to have another go at it themselves. Ain't that right, boys?" Again, it's Chase who agress without hesitation, Dean who nods reluctantly, jaw set, unwilling to look like he means it. Little fucking cunt. Corinth's going to make him suffer for this. First, though... It's Bretty boy's earnest little face that Corinth chooses as his pleasure cushion while the big hunks resume the cocksucking. Brett is draped particularly uncomfortably across the back of a chair to get his head into the right spot as Corinth sits himself down, asshole over his mouth, balls on his forehead. Brett's tongue stud, something else Corinth gave him, proves its worth again as Brett licks and laps sweetly at his nasty master's hole. All Corinth has to remember to do is shift his weight often enough to let Brett get some air. He does this probably less often than he should, judging by the whooping gulps coming from beneath his butt, but that he manages at all shows a rare level of discipline for Corinth. It probably helps that, getting his dick sucked by these two babes, he can't help but be continuously bucking and thrusting forward, alleviating the pressure on the scrawny dork's buttsucking face. Chase matches Brett's skill, and Corinth compliments him on it. Dean doesn't, and Corinth gets impatient with him, slapping him aside. "Hey, Eclipse" he calls, "You show these two amateurs how it's done!" Amazingly, Chase looks a little hurt to be suddenly lumped in with Dean as an amateur. Corinth notices this and likes it. Then, rejoicing to finally be given the opportunity, Eclipse takes the sacred position on his knees before Corinth and demonstrates the cock-swallowing skills that made such an impression the night before. This is a terrifying development for both Dean and Chase, as the preternaturally besotted supervillain shows no regard for his own comfort or wellbeing, chowing down on that and fucking gagging until his eyes are streaming and he's near-blue in the face, his mighty body convulsing savagely as his bewitched consciousness struggles to master the involuntary impulses of his body to draw away, to gulp some air. Dean's eyes glance over at Chase's momentarily. Isn't this their chance to make some attempt to escape? Chase responds with a barely perceptible shake of his head. The funny thing is, Chase is getting irritated with Dean too. He's taking too long to accept the reality of this situation. This is what comes of being from a well-to-do, entitled background. No understanding that he might have to become a victim just to survive. No instinct for toughing something out when he can't do anything about it. Chase figures the guy is his enemy in this situation, not by choice, but still. So maybe he should just let the asshole trip himself up. Let him get on Corinth's bad side all the more... Finally Corinth gives the word to stop suckling on his cock, and Devin Trasseno ends up in a heap, mighty shoulders slouched and trembling as he coughs up long strings of phlegm onto the marble floor. He chokes and retches, dry heaves a couple of times. This coincides with a wheezing intake of air from Bretty boy as Corinth leaps up off his face, standing tall - or as tall as he gets anyway - as he grins at Chase and Dean while they watch Eclipse, appalled. "Now, you see, boys? That is what I call dedication to sucking my cock! Look what it's done to this guy - a super strongman who could lift up a train carriage over his head like it's a bread basket. Fuck yeah, look at him, ready to lose his fucking lunch coz he's been sucking my dick so fierce. So now... which of you pair of fucking cunts is gonna match him?" ------ It's a matter of no more than ten minutes before this particular challenge is finished, and Chase inevitably wins, albeit at a cost to a free and easy air supply and his diminishing reserves of dignity. He can't quite match Eclipse's masochistic bout of asphyxiatic fellatio, of course, but that's because being under the spell of the harness has made Devin Trasseno basically insane by any normal standard. But the sexy stripper certainly has a better shot at it than Dean Demeter, who Corinth has scolded for just not trying. 'Trying' has brought Chase Phaeder to this: his magnificent naked body sprawled on the floor, writhing and wretching as he refills his lungs with air while at the same time tring not to spew out the thick load of hot jizz that his efforts have wrangled forth from Corinth's active volcano of a cock. Still, he's won the challenge. And it's time for Dean to get his losers' punishment. Chase sits himself down in an armchair, knees drawn up, pixie-like. He has Eclipse keep the lamewad Dean aloft on his knees, held up by his blonde hair. It puts his sculpted torso on display magnificently. He's a fine piece of meat all right, for all his inhibitions and his lack of imagination. Brett, meanwhile, is sent over to some shelves in the corner that are cluttered and stacked high with all kinds of crap - arcane looking stuff like scrolls and skulls, mixed in with DVDs, snow globes, actions figures, a whole bunch of stuff. Corinth directs him to a red metal box, about the size of a watch container. Brett's nervous hands waver over what he thinks is the right item, takes the lid off to show Corinth the contents. Looks a lot like some lace gloves, studded with something like tiny teardrop rubies. "No, dude!" Corinth snarls, "That's not the right box. Those gloves, they need some last little tweaks before they're ready... the box underneath, that's got to be it." This box is adorned with a little design, something very like the emblem of BlueShark Video that we've seen previously, except in red and with minor changes, the shark motif less emphasised, so that the logo becomes something still familiar but nearly abstract. Brett takes the lid off the container, and has better luck. Inside is a small wirey bracelet-looking thing. It's very much like the collars we've seen Sharkey gleefully fasten around the necks of his slaves, in the other movie. But this is smaller, forming too little a loop to go around even Bretty boy's pencil neck. "Yeah, dude, that's the one, Bring it over here." says Corinth. We can't blame Dean for struggling as Corinth takes this item from the box and then approaches him with it. It's alarming for him, and he has to be held still by Eclipse, when Corinth's eager little hands loop the thin wire around his genitals, tight about the base of his scrotum. Who's to say this isn't some razor sharp wire, and that Corinth's punishment won't be to slice his balls clean off and plop them down the toilet? The little fucker's a nut - he's as good as said tonight that he's responsible for the death of Nate Lusher. So Dean is really kind of relieved when Corinth merely contracts this loop to a snug size, clicks it shut somehow and steps away. More alarming is the ten-minute hunt that then ensues, with even Chase Phaeder dragged into it, to find the "Goodamn remote control". Corinth, who has no-one to blame but himself for somehow misplacing this item, gets more and more agitated that he is unable to find it immediately, a couple of times running over to Chase Phaeder like a toddler in a tantrum and slapping him in the face with a yell of "FIND it, you stupid fucker!" Finally he remembers where he put the thing - way up on a top shelf by itself so he'd be able to find it easily. Again Chase comes in handy, as Corinth climbs up onto his sturdy soldiers to reach the way-high upper shelf. All this time, Dean is left to stew uncomfortably in the grip of Eclipse, his nuts in a noose whose purpose he can't guess - although that doesn't stop him having lots of guesses, and not being to happy at the prospect of any of them. Frustrated after his long search for the remote, Corinth has Eclipse release Dean, and in the same instant, squeezes down on the satisfyingly plump red button with furious gritted teeth. "Finally! Fucking take THAT, you useless jockgeek freak!" Corinth exclaims as the depressed control administers a sizzling electric shock that rebounds like an echo all over Dean's body, but starts at its harshest and fiercest in his balls and the pit of his stomach. Obviously Corinth doesn't know exactly what it feels like, coz he's only tested it out on about a dozen unlucky fuckers who've either got on his wrong side or just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's not like he'd want to try it out on himself just to see what it feels like. He's been reliably informed, however, that the feeling is kind of like a solid kick to the balls that throbs on and on like something stuck on repeat. Dean's reaction bears this out, as he screeches in agony and crumples with a catapulting forward motion, hands groping at his balls in an effort to get the thing off. Bad mistake, as we see some little animated fork-lightning effects zapping at his fingertips as he tries. This is a comic book movie, remember. Unable to tamper with the electrifying ball noose, Dean sinks to his knees and then into a foetal ball, continuing to scream as Corinth simply refuses to stop squeezing on the remote control. He's so relieved to have found his toy, to open the gushing floodgates of this uptight hunk's punishment. "Yeah..." he nods, grinning wildly as he watches, "Yeah, that's it. Oh man, that's better... " Corinth lets out a low roar that climaxes emphatically when he finally takes his hand off the red button. "Gruhhhh!!" he snarls, as Dean, soaked in icy cold sweat, trembles and whimpers on the floor, "You maybe wish you'd tried a little harder to satisfy me when I had my dick shoved down your throat? Huh? Fucking asshole!" He blasts his sexy prey again, totally loving it as the gorgeously bodied blondasswipe convulses, squealing and screeching. "Man up, you fucker" Corinth admonishes cheerily, "You scream like a girl. I was hoping for more of your manly, throaty kind of moan. The kind of sound Chase here makes when I fuck him - ain't that right, babe?" "Yes, master" Chase agrees, and leans his head in willingly so Corinth can kiss him on the lips. Much better to be doing that, Chase thinks, hiding his revulsion, than to be where Dean is now. But still he has to be careful. Corinth could very easily decide one sexy stud on the end of these tortuous blasts just isn't enough for him. Corinth can be like a little kid, getting impatient and demanding "more, more!" He seems safe enough from Corinth's rapacious wrath for now, at least. Corinth guides Chase's hand to the controller - man, even Chase's forearm feels so buff and nice against the palm of his hand - and makes him complicit in Dean's ball-zapping punishment, taking the stud's bigger hand in his as best he can and gently squeezing his thumb on the controls. The shocker activates and Dean starts crying out --- he wants Chase to experience this feeling of easy power. Show him how sweet it is - cos everyone likes it once they get a try. Look at Brett - the way the shy, submissive little dork has been able to lord it over these studs tonight, just because he's been given the chance to do it. Corinth studies Chase's studly, striking face as he does it, watches the way the twinkle in his eyes changes, becomes excited, crueller, whatever, just for a moment. He feels Chase's body shudder as he then supresses a flinch, his face coloring as he is struck and disgusted by how easy this is. Chase takes part in underground bareknuckle fights most weekends. He's accustomed to getting to grips with a guy, with delivering and receiving pain as he handles his own body and someone else's in a fight, in natural, normal rhythms. This, the quick outpouring of hurt from Dean Demeter is too easy. It takes less action than turning on a faucet, and he feels a little sick. His eyes meet Corinth's just for a second, and his little master catches this, comprehends it totally. And Corinth frowns. "Whatever, dude" he snorts, like Chase has made a vocal complaint. He snatches the control totally back from Chase and pushes him slam in the middle of his carved-looking chest like he wants him out of the way. Corinth doesn't really have the strength to properly shove him aside, but Chase steps back obediently, and Eclipse grabs him by the bicep in his grinding vicelike grip. "Hey, Brett, get over here, you give it a try" He does, and soon enough the two skinny little bastards are thick as thieves, passing the remote control back and forth and chuckling as Dean writhes around on the ground before them. "Yeah, that's it, ya useless cocksucker!" Corinth hisses, "You're getting me way harder now than you managed when you were trying to suck me off anyway. Fuck, what a bod you've got. This is sexier than the fucking dance of the seven veils, your hot little faggot floor wriggle!" "Fuuuhhhh... uhhhhnnh... you fuck-ck-ck ing... aaaaaaaargh!!" Dean protests uselessly. "Hey, I know you're under a little stress right now, ya turd, so I'll call that an involuntary reaction -" He pushes up and down on the button quickly, whichh appears to have an effect like revving an engine and jacks up the pain level on Dean's nut noose. Corinth has to raise his voice to continue over the dickwad's wails: " - but don't you ever fucking talk back to Corinth Cardinal like that again, or we'll be calling what you're going through now the fucking appetiser" Dean continues to nod his writhing agreement, unless his neck is merely spasming. As they watch, even Brett is stroking a hand up and down a wicked hard boner. So Corinth clicks his finger, gets Eclipse to release Chase. "Hey, you're the dicksucking expert here, out of those of us who ain't super-powered freaks under mind control anyway. So while Brett watches Dean here put on his little squirmy show, and gets all hot and hard and stuff, why don't you choke yourself on his dick the way you just did on mine? Hey, don't worry, man, I'll get you a good supply of throat lozenges later, huh?" What follows is a display of Corinth's sadistic dexterity, as he uses one hand to clutch at Chase's hair and keep his throat forced down on Brett's cock, while at the same time rhythically pressing and unpressing the remote to keep Dean suffering shocks from the ballblaster. Then he hands the remote over to Brett, who alters the rhythms of Dean's shocks to match his slow up and down thrusting into Chase's battered throat. His reedy sighs of pleasure correspond exactly with Dean's drawn-out moans of pain --- which have now became deeper and manlier, just as Corinth had hoped, now that his voice has started to give way and become more hoarse. Good thing too. A strong, healthy young man in pain should sound like just that. And of course, there's no chance of Corinth's now free hand staying idle... No, he doesn't stroke his own cock. It needs no assistance in staying rigid, even as the head throbs sorely after spunking all that thick junk down Chase Phaeder's cunty throat. Instead his free hand pinches Chase's nose, on and off, suffocating him as Brett's dick fills his mouth and throat and forcing him to come away, gasping desperately for air. "Hey, get back down on that fuckin' cock!" Corinth reprimands every time, shoving his head back into position as he and Brett laugh and playfully kiss. Finally, even Corinth has to show a little mercy - not to Dean, whose anguish continues as Brett operates the remote, but to Chase, who is spluttering and convulsing uncontrollably after another extended bout of cock-choking and nose-pinching. He falls to the floor on all fours, grasping and heaving, coughing up stringy saliva as his scrunched eyes stream tears. Goddamn. Corinth can't resist shoving a dildo in his ass, and ramming it home, harder and harder. It's a fucking privilege to invade a hot body like this. Still wheezing and coughing up spit, Chase sobs against the cold floor. Yanking out the dildo with a slick plop, Corinth whacks him across the ass with it. "To think, huh? If I didn't have you here right now, you'd be at that fight of yours, beating the crap outta some guy... getting all cheered on and shit. You kiss my good pal Bretty here on the feet now, yeah?" Chase does as he's told, again, as Corinth dips the dildo in and out of his ass. Corinth veers between a feeling of sweet delight as his gladiator-hunk dude obeys his every word, and an angry wish for him to suddenly snap and lash out, just so he can teach him a lesson. Brett lays off on the torture remote so that they can listen the better to Chase's moaning and groaning as his asshole keeps getting filled up to busting point, then emptied, by the dildo. ------ But it's not all bad new for Chase Phaeder. Corinth hasn't forgotten Brett's hungry, longing stare at Chase's dick. So next, while he dedicates his attention to Dean, Chase is allowed to lay back and relax, with the cock-hungry Brett sucking and slurping endlessly on his cock and balls. His reward, Corinth calls it. Meanwhile, Corinth has Eclipse tie Dean up, and continues to work on him. Using the ball-shocker more sparingly, he picks up and reattaches his long silver nails, tracing and twirling them around Dean's bound and prone body. It's amazing the reactions you can get from such subtle torture, he finds. Soon Dean is begging him to stop, only too willing to suck on his dick again. All outta spunk for a little while longer yet, Corinth tells him no can do, but lets Dean tongue at his butthole as he sits on his handsome face. When Corinth decides the fun is over - mainly because it's getting close to dawn, when Eclipse's powers start to fade and he reverts to plain old Devin Trasseno - the four guys take a shower together, and Corinth has Dean and Chase soap down each others' bodies and make out. Man, they're a fucking gorgeous sight. Once out of the shower he gets them to towel each other down too, before dressing. Chase has only the clothing he came here in - his skimpy crimson stripper-panties - and Dean's shredded shirt isn't worth putting back on, so the guys leave Corinth's lair wearing not very much. Eclipse delivered them all here bundled into a rope sack, but Corinth has a driver take them home - Dean and Chase in one car, Brett in another. "Remember," Corinth says to Dean in particular, "Brett here is my little pal and I'll look out for him -- so don't get it into your pretty blonde head to try gettin' your revenge on him for THIS -" - he smacks at the scratches on Dean's face - "- coz you'll have me to answer to for it. In fact -- yeah, dude, if Bretty boy sees you on campus and maybe wants you to give him a blow job, hell, maybe even wants to give you a blow job, then that happens, okay?" Dean looks quietly outraged, but nods, glancing over at the little jewellery-style box where the shocker noose from around his scrotum has been replaced. "Cool" Corinth smiles, smacking Dean lightly on the side of the face again. "Oh yeah, and you two guys had better rest up - I'll be seeing you both tomorrow night where you get your second chance to impress me with your cocksucking. Maybe better luck then, huh? Or maybe I've gotta think up some harsher punishments!" He laughs as the door closes over the hunk duo's aghast faces - even Chase is barely able to maintain control as he realises tonight's ordeal far from over. Then Corinth sends Brett on his way too, and, left alone with his super-powered slave, pats Eclipse on the ass. "Pretty good night, huh, babe?" "Let me serve you, master, you don't need them" Eclipse says grumpily. "Ah, but you're such a pushover, sweetheart," he yawns, "Tell you what, you climb under the sheets with me and suck me off til I go to sleep, huh? Be a good boy" Eclipse agrees with pitiful eagerness, following after his tiny master like a loyal dog. ------- Next day. Mid-afternoon. Dean Demeter thinks he must have passed out on the route back, because he awakes, in just his underwear, on his bed at the college dorm. There are various aches and pains in all parts of his body from the night's activities, and his mind is a mess of jumbled, crazy images, the nightmare of the crazed slasher at the old roller disco blurring together with his erotic ordeal at the hands of Corinth Cardinal. And man, does his asshole hurt. Chase Phaeder is gone. Dean almost expected him to be there for some reason. Kind of misses his presence, which became reassuring over the course of those hours. Someone else is in the room with him, however. Stood in the corner, he steps over as he sees Dean is awaking. He's a tall, handsome black man in a sharply-cut suit and spectacles, with a smoothly shaven head. It's Dean's friend and mentor, the respected Professor Chuck Felix. But he's better known to the citizens of Sol Casali as the superhero, Blakkout. Dean is one of the select few who knows the truth about his secret identity. "Dean? Are you all right?" he asks levelley, "You looked like you needed the sleep, so I didn't wake you, but I've been waiting to talk to you." "Oh my God. Professor Felix, I'm so happy to see you-" The professor rests a reassuring hand on Dean's shoulder. "What happened, Dean? A killer went on a rampage at the old roller disco last night and I heard you were involved, but that you went missing. Now don't worry, the killer, he's taken care of, but he claimed to know nothing at all about your disappearance, and I'm afraid the police haven't been able to get much sense out of Elisia yet..." "Elisia! Is she okay? Did she...?" "She's fine, Dean, or she will be. But I've been worried about you. I couldn't find you here earlier in the night, couldn't get you on your cellphone. When you did turn up here, kind of from nowhere, at about 5am, I let you rest, but-" "It was Cor...uhhhh, oh fuck, Professor Felix, it was Cuhh---Corinth Cardinal..." The professor's brow furrows. "Corinth Cardinal - the son of Mortimus, or Cardinal Sin as he likes to be known?" Professor Felix is often to be found delivering convoluted plot summaries. And Dean tries to answer, but he trembles and breaks down in tears. Professor Felix looks none the wiser, but adopts an intent look to disguise this. "I think you'd better tell me what happened, son." ---------- Corinth spends another day in the company of the slimmed-down, less buff version of Devin Trasseno, aka Eclipse. His blue metal harness fits him less well when he's gone down a chest size, but it's in no danger of coming off, and Corinth finds him a handy mix of butler, maid and bitch. He's not Herculean in stature like when his crazy moon powers swell him up, but he ain't bad to have around. Just a little too eager to please, always underfoot. Corinth doesn't rise from his bed til about 4pm anyways, and spends the remainder of the day awaiting nightfall so he can resume the contest with Dean and Chase. Devin makes him snacks and brings him drugs in the meantime. Corinth's minions, the Corinthians, gather without him in the old warehouse district. That kind of partying interests him less now he's got Eclipse here to make home deliveries of hot guys, and keep them under control throughout the night. So he ends up playing videogames with Eclipse until about 8pm. At some point, he turns around and notices that Devin has completed the transformation into his mighty buffed-up form, and instructs him to get into his costume and go round up the two hotties from last night. No need for Brett Dillinger tonight - Corinth wants to focus in on pitting the two studs against each other. Dean really needs to raise his game to reach Chase's level. Maybe he'll even reward Chase once he gets through with them. Let him get one of them college placements that he's always found mysteriouly off limits. Or a great job offer, totally out of the blue. Yeah. Maybe if he's a good boy for a while longer. Such benevolent thoughts are quickly driven from Corinth's mind by what happens next. No sooner has he sent Eclipse out into the night that he hears the now familiar super-WHOOSH indicating that he has returned to the balcony. "Boy, that was even quicker than yesterday -" Corinth starts, stepping outside before freezing in his tracks. The super-lunk he finds stood out there, hands on hips like some up-himself faggot, is not the enslaved villain Eclipse but the appallingly un-enslaved superhero Blakkout. "Fu...huh?" Corinth mutters, taken aback, suddenly looking like the small, helpless little guy he is. "Corinth Cardinal," Blakkout booms. "Yeah? What?" Corinth snarls, quickly regaining his sneering petulance. "I don't know how you have done it, but you now have my enemy Eclipse under your control" "Damn straight, man. What's it to you?" "You and your father are a dangerous enough menace to the citizens of this city, child -" " 'Child?' " " - without the power of that dangerous thug at your beck and call. So I'm here to tell you -" He takes a step forward, making Corinth flinch. " - that I mean to find out just how you're controlling him, and I'm going to put a stop to it." "Oh yeah? And what if we just get him to put a stop to you, dickhead?" Corinth hisses. He's not sure how much of his dad's grand plan he's giving away here, because he's never taken that much notice when he talks about it. He's surprised by what happens next, as Blakkout takes him by the neck, swings him around, skinny legs a-dangling, and hangs him over the multistoreyed drop to the street below. "Holy fucking shit, guy!" "There's another matter I wish to speak to you about, you twisted little vermin. Last night you kidnapped and ... ravaged a young man by the name of Dean Demeter..." "Fucking 'ravaged'? Jesus" "... and you're under the impression that you can do the same to him again, repeatedly. Well, I'm here to tell you that your lapdog Eclipse will not be able to find the young man this evening, or any other. I've put him under my protection from your vile attentions." "Hiding away somewhere, blubbing his little pussy heart out, huh?" Corinth manages to grin. "I wouldn't push it, you filthy little creep" "Y... you wouldn't just drop me in the street. You guys have a ... I don't know, a code or some bullshit like that" "Dont be so confident" Blakkout growls, swinging the lad around and throwing him back inside. The wind knocked out of him as he lands against the side of a couch, Corinth sits up. "See? You wouldn't dare." "You're lucky I have a conscience, boy. Just beware, I won't have you terrorising the young men of this city with your... your..." "Monster cock?" Corinth snorts, "And since when, anyway?" "That's your last warning" Blakkout says, executing a super-powered back-flip that transforms him to a distant speck, before disappearing from sight altogether. Once certain that he's gone, Corinth gets up to his feet, scratching his head angrily. He paces the room furiously. It's another ten minutes before Eclipse reappears. Sure enough, there is Chase Phaeder uncomfortably caught up in his rope sack 'shopping bag' - and in clothes for once - but Dean is absent. Distraught at having failed his beloved master, Eclipse is close to tears: "I'm so sorry, master - I couldn't track him down anywhere - it's like he's disappeared from the face of the Earth ..." Corinth just nods, his face burning with fury. "Yeah, yeah. Never mind all that." He activates a video telephone link to his dad. "Why, son. And to what do I owe this dubious pleasure? Perhaps you want me to furnish you with a couple of crates of condoms, or some lubricant fluids for your uranian friends?" "I don't have any friends from another planet," Corinth responds in confusion. "No, listen to me, dad, this, er, this plan of yours to beat the Mighty Sun Surfer-" "To destroy the Mighty Sun Surfer" Mortimus corrects. "- yeah, even better. Now, the thing of it is... first we get Eclipse here into the harness, yeah?" "Yes, and that we have already achieved, son." Mortimus sits up in his seat. "Unless you have for some reason removed the harness. Oh, Christ. Don't say you've fucked even that up, you useless piece of refuse of a son..." "No, pop, no. I'm just making sure we're on the same page, you know?" Mortimus sits back in relief, then shakes his head. "We're not even in the same book, lad." "Yeah yeah, but listen: the next step is to use Eclipse here to get that up-himself Blakkout dude into the second harness, is that right?" Mortimus rolls his eyes at having to go through this again. "Yes, son, and - discounting the obstacles thrown up by you and your selfish whims - I anticipate that step being the most difficult part of the plan, as Eclipse and Blakkout are evenly matched in powers. It's my belief that we will triumph, as ever, by fighting dirtier than the opponent..." "Right, so we get Blakkout under our control, the way Eclipse is now, yeah?" "Yes. And then we team the pair of them up to overwhelm the Mighty Sun Surfer. A plan we could proceed with this very evening were it not for your ridiculous need to-" "Let's do it" Mortimus blinks. "I'm sorry?" "Let's go ahead, dad." And now Corinth's face curls up in sheer, frustrated rage. "I want that Blakkout cunt grovelling at my feet and begging to suck on my dick like he ought to be. And I want it right fucking now. Thinks he can threaten me, does he!" ------- Next time: Corinth at gunpoint; Chase makes a choice.