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The room was black as pitch, not even the King of Beasts’ eyesight allowed him to see in darkness this absolute. He smelled nothing, no person, no life, just felt the sensation of tight straps across all his limbs and tail. He pulled and pulled with the strength to topple buildings and pelt Atlas across Monk’s Bridge, but the restraints did not budge. He tore and flexed, but the straps moved with him, unyieldingly holding him down, to a surface that felt too warm to be metal, soft and smooth.
A door hissed open, sending a brief breeze over his prone and, he realized with a start, naked body. The door shut, leaving him in darkness again and he snarled. “Who dares to chain me? The King of Beasts, the Titan of Nature, Lord of the Animal kingdom!” His words thundered out into empty space, deafening his would be prey, demanding a challenge as his station deserved.
“Well,” a soft but rumbling voice spoke out. “I do like the fiery ones.” A single brilliant light flickered on above him, illuminating the trussed form of the mightiest monster of New Fairfax.
The Beast sneered. “Torture is it? Foolish human, I am above all your feeble ways of violence.”
The voice sighed “Torture? That’s not a good word for hospitality, Pet.”
The King of Beasts snarled, mouth opening to release a cutting remark but then stopped cold. That word, it had caused some deep dark nugget of some untapped emotion to well up inside him, something dark and forbidden. He felt something move, before he realized that his tail, strapped down, was trying to wag.
“What foul enchantment is this?” He snarled.
“Temper, temper, dearest Pet,” The word caused his muscles to tense up as his tail began to fight against its restraint, “I mean you no harm, quite the opposite.”
“I am here to offer you nothing but peace and salvation.”
The figure standing next to him was the most perfect human being ever seen. His skin was deepest bronze, the perfect musculature outlined with an almost gold tint to it. The eyes were startlingly green, barely eyes at all, more like emeralds in a man’s face. He wore a long velvet robe that flowed behind him, and the smile was brilliant. A series of necklaces swung from his throat, in a hypnotic motion, and in one hand, he held a wine glass full of some strange black liquid.
The figure walked close to him, and ran his hand along the Beast’s cheek. He wanted rage, he wanted to bite that weakling’s damned head off. Instead a soft pleading whine escaped his lips. The expression of pure delight mixed with a rictus of fear made the man laugh.
“I never get tired of that look. Confusing no?” The Beast bit at him, but a leisurely step back moved him safely out of reach. “Need and want colliding in such a fascinating way.”
“Who are you, fiend?” The Beast spoke, a hint of fear slipping into his voice.
“No matter, you may call me Master, Pet. You are here to join my collection”. He spread his arms out and more lights flickered on, revealing a plush and richly decorated room. Chandeliers cascaded light down from high above, revealing the expanse of carpets across the floor, the elegance of the black tinted walls, the plush furniture, and most disturbingly, the glass cases lining three sides of the room.
Each case was tall and see-through on each side. In each one was… and the Beast finally felt true terror. Each case had an utterly faceless and featureless latex covered silhouette, and each one bore a costume. There had to be at least a dozen of these cases, each one with a plaque, with a name and a date. His eyes flicked down a couple; Neutron Man, Godling, Duke of Death, Catalyst, and then his eyes saw the one furthest along, the largest one.
And his name was on it.
“I will never fall for your mind tricks you…” The beast roared, but the man sighed and snapped his fingers. A pooled mass of the blackish rubber table pulled itself off the table, and filled his mouth, the liquid sloshing around, but never going down his throat. It withdrew some a moment later, but it had sealed his mouth shut behind a gag of latex. It was as if his mouth was filled with the largest ball of chewing gum ever, each movement of his mouth made the material stretch with it.
“Such indecency from a king.” The master sighed. “Talking out of turn, threats, and this,” he gestured at the Beast’s obscene cock. “A king should mind his manners, do you not think?”
Almost casually, Master untipped his entire glass of blackness over his groin and the Beast felt his eyes roll back in his head from ecstasy. The goo was alive, coiling around his dick and hips, forming an almost speedo-like shape around his bulge. He tried to speak but his mouth refused to work. The master began to press and massage his bulge, sending waves and waves of pleasure flowing through his body. He didn’t even want to escape anymore, he just wanted to stretch, but the only thing that moved was his tail wagging further and further.
Then the latex freed his mouth and he looked down. And there was nothing but a low flat bulge where his kingly growth once was.
“What,” he stuttered, “what did you do to me?”
“Good Pets have no need of their dick. Not until their master deems it necessary.” Master smirked as he dragged his tongue over his bulge, turning the Beast into a blubbering wreck. “You’ll be an easy one. The record is three days, but I doubt you’ll last three hours.”
He reached down and sent a pool of liquid into his tight hole, flexing and stretching it, making the Beast’s back arch and his mouth growl. “All you have to do to enjoy this forever, to gain release is to ask Master, let Master in. Simply say ‘I submit to Master’, and our contract is sealed.”
“Contract?” He stuttered out.
“I want what you want. You want to be strong and powerful. You want everyone to submit to the king. You want to rule this city. I want those things as well. In exchange, you will serve me, forevermore, and I will take every drop of pain and frustration from you, and leave only desire in its place.”
“Do you submit?”
The beast panted out a single word, a word that he had thrown in the face of the strongest heroes this city had ever seen, but now felt more like pleading:
“Never.”
“Curious, I think your body is disagreeing with you.” Master pointed down.
The blob of latex that had accumulated around his groin had spread, spiralling out along his thighs and up to his stomach, coating every muscle and flattening the Beast’s fur down. Permanently.
“Your desire has outstripped your will. Need and want have been fused together by pleasure. Give in my Pet, give in, and become such a good boy.”
His words made stars appear in the Beast’s eyes, and when he regained his vision, the latex had spread up his chest, and down to his knees. He was beginning to hear something, some faint words that seemed to come from deep inside him.
So close.
Beg Master.
Never!
Almost there,
So close…
NO
He was no longer alone. He was surrounded by more latexed slaves. All garbed in uniforms that had long since lost their true meaning. He recognized a few of them but Master stepped in first.
“This was Neutron Man, He was one of my earliest acquisitions, and has served me well all these years. .” The master gently ran a finger down an almost mannequin like man, so utterly perfect he looked mildly inhuman, latex in black and silver swallowing his body. The man strode forwards, and his long tongue began worshiping each and every one of the Beast’s muscles.
Pet is loving it
No… I’m not…
Pet loves Master’s touch
Shut Up!
Pet enjoys Master’s touch
I want… I need…
Time began to blur, Pet didn’t know if he had been there for a minute or an hour, there was just too much stimuli.
“This was Cameo, a shapeshifter.” He sighed. “The one who nearly escaped.” Cameo’s lithe form curled up on his chest and began teasing his nipples in every way possible.
The latex had reached his neck. He barely felt the latex slide over his feet.
Can’t hold it…
Let go…
So Tired
Relax…
I’m…
enjoying…
Need…
Surrender…
“This is Goliath. he’s one of my proudest achievements.” The retired leader of the League loomed over him, eyes slight unfocused with a mindless grin. The hulk of a superhero lumbered over to his groin and plunged his massive dick straight into Pet’s virgin hole.
Can’t take more
Master.
Please…
Beg Master
I don’t…
Plead Master
Stop…
Trust master.
The face of the most wondrous man in the world swam into vision. “Four hours then? My you are hardier than I expected. But I always believe that things should be finished with a personal touch.”
The onslaught ceased for one glorious second, before he felt a mouth clench around his bulge. Teasing and stroking that which had been denied to him, resurrecting all his deepest passions and darkest desires. In a moment, his member was back, though coated in black. He was so close…
The latex had reached his nose. He felt his claws be permanently sealed within the ever hungry latex.
Say it…
I want to…
Say it and all this ends
I’m begging him…
The latex sealed off his vision, cocooning him forever within the dark, leaving only his mouth free to gasp and whimper.
You are so tired
Incredibly tired
Of being alone,
Of being weak
Of being unloved
We deserve a rest
We do?
We do.
Let us take control
Please take control
Surrender
“Surrender.” Master spoke. “And you are free.”
“I…”
Don’t stop
“I…”
I need this forever.
“I submit…”
I’ll do anything.
“I submit to you, Master”
Pet knew, in some impossible way, that Master was smiling.
“Beg. Beg for me Pet”
Beg…
Beg…
Beg…
“Please master… This Pet surrenders to you”
With a howl that would have roused the dead from their slumber, his cock burst, nearly tearing through the latex as masses of cum poured from his dick. He felt his body roil and rock, as if everything about him was remade, rewritten, reborn.
With a tearing noise, he ripped right through the restraints and slammed Master into the nearest wall. He felt his body swell, with each jerk of his dick, growing bigger, more powerful, more unstoppable.
His fist dented the wall next to Master, but Master was unfazed and unharmed. He always was. He was Master, nothing could stop him.
So much pleasure
So much pleasure
So Tired
So Tired
His master’s arm reached out and tenderly held him close to his body. Master was small, but Pet was practically prone on the floor, so his head was held close to master’s chest.
Safe with Master
Safe with Master
Master was utterly unfazed as the King of Beasts, the half-monster supervillain who had terrorized New Fairfax for years, practically held him by the throat, with strength to bring down skyscrapers, and utterly indestructible. Yet Master’s hand, barely able to reach around his massive face, tipped it up, so that the Beast’s animalistic yellow eyes met his cool green ones.
Sleep
Sleep
With his last moments of consciousness, Pet reached up, and tenderly licked Master on the cheek.
And Master’s smile would stay with Pet, as he slid into oblivion.
Nowadays, Pet does not like to think.
Pet does what his thoughts, which are also Master’s thoughts, tell him to do. They are forever together, connected to all of the other Drones, but Pet is special. Pet has a name.
Head blank, happy and horny. Master even lets him play with his dick on Sunday.
But when Pet dreams, Pet gets glimpses of a life that once was, of violence and chaos. Part of Pet is interested, but Pet knows to leave that part alone.
Pet had another name but it didn’t matter anymore. The name was King of Beasts, and Pet liked that. There was a King of Beasts in the city. A king that controlled all the monsters of the city.
But it was not Pet.
And that made Pet happy.