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Slick Captures a Hero (story)
🕑 Added 2022-02-24 08:08:53 +0000 UTC Slick Captures a Hero 1:32am – Abandoned Warehouse, The Docks It was never about the end result for Slick. It was the process. The process of enslavement. The loyal minion he would end up with was just the spark that would ignite bigger and better fun further down the line. Everyone ended up a minion to him in the end – the only thing that changed was the process. That was his to play out in a manner of his choosing. On his whim the process could be quick, slow, painful, erotic, partial or complete. A normal person, an everyday human, was too easy. Too easy to enslave. Too easy to break... Too boring. They were not without their uses, the normal humans he had enslaved over time. Those who had tasted his slick, had it inside them, wrapped around their brains. He even had his favourites that he would visit regularly. It was necessary to remain in complete control of their actions and thoughts. Even now one such man – a security guard for the docks – stood watch not for intruders breaking into the old place but on Slick's whim instead had his torch ready to signal as soon as a hero appeared. Heroes... Heroes made such enjoyable playmates. Each required a slightly different approach and Slick prided himself on finding just how to break them. Having to resort straight to touching their minds was like being defeated to him. It was why The Fox had eluded him despite being captured numerous times. The Fox would always resist giving in to lust or refuse to play Slick's games, but that just made him more determined to try again. There were other heroes besides The Fox; plenty stronger or faster, maybe even some smarter, but none had resisted him in the same way yet. Slick shook his head and smirked. The Fox was still on his mind. The Fox and what he wanted to do to him, but that would have to wait until another day. A quick glance towards the dusty cracked and broken windows lining the top of the dock side warehouse made him smile from ear to ear. There was a quick two flashes of a flash light from elsewhere in the dock and then nothing else. It was the signal from his thrall. The security guard was letting him know that another hero was on the way. It wasn't The Fox, but he knew who it was. The villain placed his hands on his hips, sweeping his slimy cloak out the way and turned to a nearby corner of the warehouse shadowed in darkness from which whimpering and aroused moans echoed. “It sounds like your brother is here to play. I can't wait until he sees you!” he called to the darkness with glee. More whimpering, followed by a pause and then a shaking hunched over shadow convulsed with a louder moan this time before going quiet again. “Oh? Another orgasm? How many is that now? That one was quick! You must really want me to control you, huh?” Time was running short until his next guest would arrived but Slick couldn't help himself. He strolled into the shadowed corner where the hunched over figure was and ran a hand over their head. He slyly smiled as he felt his own latex-like slick running up most of the hero's face and coating half their hair. “Almost there, hero,” Slick said with a bizarre warmth. “One or two orgasms and you will be fully coated. Then my slick will enter your body from every orifice. It will surround your brain and you will be my slave. ...Hm? You don't seem as rebellious now. You don't want to fight back any more? I see you thrusting though, wishing you were being stroked faster.” A gentle laugh echoed through the abandoned warehouse as Slick moved his own crotch in front of his captive's forced open mouth, waggling his penis just out of reach. The bound hero tried to stretch forward, already aware that one of Slick's rules was that if you gave him an orgasm he would give you one in return. But the penis he wanted so badly to suck was kept just out of reach. The hero now did struggle. The hero did fight his bondage. The hero desperately wanted to suck Slick's cock. “Ah you are already mine without the need for control over your mind. My beautiful slave drone,” Slick said wistfully, stroking the hero's face before moving away. “First I must see to your brother...” Stretching one hand into the air, Slick's hooded cloak fired up into the rafters of the roof and with ease lifted his weight up into hiding. He would wait and observe. He wanted the new slave to be found. Then he would decide the game and the rules. It was all part of the process. The worn, rotted doors to the abandoned warehouse slid open with a loud creak, letting in the salty sea air from outside. A figure hovered in, gently touching down and hugging close to the old wooden boxes lining one side. They were alert, already aware that something was wrong. Slick had to be careful not to be found too soon. “Jack?” a voice whispered. Moving cautiously from shadow to shadow, Alex Power searched for his brother. The further inside the warehouse the more shadow there was, save for fleeting moonlight from smashed side windows and one overhead skylight. Slick could see well enough in the dark, better than most in fact, and lurked in the rafters like a snake in a tree. He grinned slightly when he caught a good look at Alex and saw that the hero had come in his black and white skin tight costume. Slick appreciated the fashion sense of heroes. “Jack? Where are you?” Alex whispered again. The hero was already on edge. He knew something was wrong, probably suspected a trap, but would he expect exactly what he was about to find? Despite being out of touching distance, anything coated in his slick was his to manipulate. He glanced towards his captive's position and willed his plan into action. The slick coated ninety percent of Jack Power began stroking every crevice of his naked body beneath yet not allowing him to cum no matter how sexually charged he became. What started as a low moan was soon an exacerbated sexual groan too loud to ignore. Alex Power heard the moans, though he did not know yet it was from his brother. He approached the shadowed far corner of the warehouse and dug into a pouch on his costume. From it he found a flare, twisted it and threw it forwards. The nearby area was illuminated in neon red light as the flare exploded into life. It revealed to Alex the source of the moans and if he hadn't been so distracted it would have revealed Slick as well in the rafters above him. “Wh...what...is... Jack! Jack what's...happened to you?” The hero instinct kicked in and Alex started to shoot forward towards his encased brother, but this one was smart and the logical part of his brain made him stop and reassess what to do. Upon seeing his brother encased in a latex like sludge that perfectly formed around his skin into a version of his hero costume it would be obvious that there would be a potential for it to spread if he got too close. His younger brother's upper left eye and fringe were the only parts not coated in the stuff. In trying to assess the situation and work out what he could do, Alex's eyes had wandered. He gulped as he saw the engorged erection between his brother's legs sticking straight up to full attention twitching in the light of the flare as if constantly being stimulated. From unspoken commands, Jack Power acted as Slick wished. He slowly and with great effort stumbled to his feet and began walking towards his shocked brother, erection pointed at him, arms outstretched like an old fashioned zombie. For each step Jack stumbled forwards, Alex took one backgrounds. The flare was flickering now, soon to extinguish. “Jack...I don't know if you can understand me but st-stay back!” Alex stuttered. “Blink twice quickly if you can understand me!” From out behind an evil smile someone spoke from Alex's back. “...You really should pay more attention to me.” The shock of the situation, the panic of his enslaved brother coming towards him, it was the perfect time to strike. Slick had descended using his slime from the rafters and hadn't quite touched the floor. Alex spun around ready to raise an arm, but he was struck by both sides of Slick's hooded cloak before he could react. The cloak's ends extended, stretched and squelched over him trapping his hands against his chest and then strands shot down in multiple directions onto the floor to keep him pinned in a standing position. Afterwards only half of Slick's cloak reformed around him. There was a limit with how much he could spread and use at once. “Who are you?!” Alex demanded to know as he fought against the impromptu latex-like strait jacket keeping him bound from the neck to lower stomach. “What did you do to my brother?” “Ah, so many questions,” Slick replied. “You knew something was wrong it's why you came in costume. Here to save your dear little brother. Save him from what? Me? I've given him more than any other person. Isn't that right, Jack?” Alex exhaled suddenly as his brother embraced him from behind, his near encased face now rubbing up against his as his hands moved up and down against Alex's sides. It was the first time he had been able to get a good look at the circular hole where his mouth should be. He felt Jack's large erection rubbing just above his backside. “This isn't him!” Alex protested. “You're making him do this! He wouldn't...he would never be like this you monster!” Slick strolled over to them both, prompting Alex to struggle to no avail. He leant in next to Jack's near coated face and stuck his tongue in the waiting hole where his mouth was trapped beneath. Jack moaned with pleasure at the attention, his uncoated eye rolling back in his head slightly. With saliva still dripping from his mouth, Slick pulled back and glanced at Alex with one eye from under his long dark blue hair. “He is my slave now it's true, but I don't think you quite understand the transformation your brother has gone through. You see I haven't taken control of his mind. Not yet, anyway. He is doing what he wants because he wishes to be rewarded. I set out the rules of a game he and I played. We're going to play a similar game now. It all starts with this...” Slick thrust one hand forward and groped Alex's balls and placid penis beneath his costume. Slimy latex goo flowed down Slick's arm and Alex was shocked to see his costume melt and turn to tatters, first revealing his genitals but then they became encased in a circular splodge of latex that didn't show any detail. The rest of his costume melted away, leaving him naked in that cold place save for the slick straight jacket and bulge covering his penis. “What...are you...doing?” Alex stuttered through gritted teeth, a mixture of anger and cold. “I've taken away your ability to orgasm. I hope you know what that means. You're going to experience the heights of sexual arousal but with nothing awaiting at the end. No pay off. No money shot.” Alex seemed to understand. “This is what you did to Jack?” Slick grinned, “With him I could feel his sexual frustration. I let him have as many orgasms as he wanted! Aren't I generous? I warned him though – with each orgasm more of his body would be mine. If he was fully coated then his brain would be mine too and he would be my slave. He's one orgasm away from that result and he's desperate to have it.” “You're...sick!” “Close! My name is Slick. So here we are, Alex Power, just you, me and your dear former brother and now my loving slave. I'm having to assert my control of Jack right now to stop him plunging his cock into your ass to try and cum that one last time, do you know that? I am forcing him to have some restraint the horny slave he is. It's adorable.” “Liar!” Alex hissed. “You're doing this to him. I won't fall for it.” Slick snapped his fingers. Jack fell forwards onto the ground as all the slick coating him suddenly fell away save for that encasing his balls and thick full length erection. He was now as naked as his bound brother. The slick that had been encasing him pooled around his feet no longer binding him. “There,” Slick said with a shrug. “I have no control over his movements or mind. The only thing I still control is his dick. The rules of the game haven't changed, though. No orgasms unless I say so. For each orgasm to happen and get bigger and stronger you have to be more and more coated in my slick.” Jack's head swung around from side to side a few times, like he was trying to get his bearings. He looked at his bound brother standing next to him, then at his encased erection and then finally at the pool of slick around him that had once encased nearly all of his body. He dropped down onto the floor suddenly and began trying to grasp at the puddle of slick, trying to pour it on his own body, trying to coat his own limbs. He wanted the slick back. It resisted now like oil on water though and slipped across him back into a puddle on the floor. “Ja...Jack! Snap out of it! It's me! It's Alex! Get this guy! Take him down!” The younger sibling glanced over at Slick, who held out his arms welcoming him. Between Slick's legs hung his own erection, encased inside his dark purple latex suit that he wore beneath his cloak. Jack ran at the super villain, almost slipping in the slick around him as he did. He crossed the distance between them in only a few seconds and Slick was sure that for a moment Alex thought his younger brother was actually going to launch an attack. Instead, upon reaching his master, he dropped onto the ground and began to suck Slick's hardening cock. He slurped and slurped, pushing up and down on it with amazing vigor. “Good boy,” Slick said and rubbed Jack's hair. “Now tell your brother why you're sucking my cock.” Jack looked up and then turned to his bound brother, “I wannnnaa cummmm!” Alex was stunned. Was this what his brother had been reduced to? Not even waiting for a response, Jack had returned to trying to earn his final orgasm in any way that he could. Alex was disgusted, he was horrified, and yet he was most of all horrified that when he looked down towards the floor in disgust he saw an erection between his legs. The slick rounded bulge from before was now a fully forward shape around his rock hard erection. “Oh? You got excited?” Slick questioned somewhat knowingly. “This...this isn't...it's some kind of trick...you made me...” Alex stuttered. “Did I? I told you already that I took away your ability to orgasm as well. I haven't done anything else to you besides making sure you're stuck in place there and can't use your powers.” Slick patted Jack on the head to get him to look up again. “See there? Your brother has an erection too. If you want your coating back to how it was before then go and suck his dick. For every five minutes you suck, more of you will become encased again up to how it was before.” Not even waiting a split second, Jack rushed over to Alex and clamped his mouth around his brother's erection. He began to push up and down on his working it with his full mouth from tip to base slurping as he did over and over. Alex let out moan after uncontrollable moan. The slick pool on the floor moved at the will of its master and sure enough after the first five minutes past, Jack's feet and ankles were encased once more in the latex-like goo that formed to look like his former hero costume. Another five minutes. And another. And another. And yet another. And then... Jack's body was coated up to his neck now. Not quite where it had been before but he still vigorously sucked his brother's engorged erection desperately wanting his ultimate reward. Alex had long since given him trying to convince his brother to stop. He groaned with begrudging pleasure as the lips past over his hyper sensitive coated erection. Yet now, twenty five minutes later there was no end to the build up of sexual energy. Just as Slick had said; there would be no orgasm. “Do you want an orgasm?” Slick suddenly whispered in Alex's ear, leaning against his back. “Wh...I...” “I told you we're playing a different game. You get different rules. I'll give you one without consequence for yourself. You won't get coated. You won't get controlled. You won't get closer to being my slave. There is a price, though...” “Wha....what...what is the price?” Alex panted. “If I let you orgasm then your brother does as well and he will be fully coated. He'll be under my control. Is that something that interests you, Jack?” Jack stopped sucking only briefly. “Yuuussh... pleaseee! Pleaseee Alex! I wanna cummmm, I wanna be a slave! I wanna feel good! Please! Pleeeeaassee......” he begged, and then returned to sucking. “He'll be...” Alex whispered. “He'll be my slave. You'll get your free orgasm though. No strings attached. After that if you want, my slave and I will leave and you'll be free by morning. We'll go live in private enjoying each other's company for the rest of our days never bothering anyone again.” “I can't just let you...leave with him...like that...” “Oh? Well I suppose I could offer you a place as well? Do you want to come? Come with us, Alex. It'll be fun!” The bound Power Pack member shut his eyes in frustration and moaned again from another slurp along the length of his erection from his brother. The sexual feelings were over powering him. His mind was breaking. He had to cum to stay in control. “I...I want to cum!” he said at last. Not even a second later, the orgasm was granted. Alex roared as the pleasure was finally allowed to overflow out of his cock. He convulsed painfully hard as he felt liquid gush out of his cock, not even realizing it had still been inside Jack's mouth. In the sweaty afterglow and a moment of peace he opened one eye and was shocked to see that rather than cum flowing from his erection it had been more slick and it had fully coated his brother's head on the inside and out. His brother, now a fully coated drone sat kneeling on the floor, circular mouth a short distance from Alex's erection with arms limp at his sides. “He's a happy drone now,” Slick said, patting his new acquisition on the coated head. “Jack Power is now enjoying eternal arousal and pleasure as one of my drones. No pain. No violence. No worries. It's all thanks to you!” “That...that isn't...why...I...” Alex paused and looked down. He let out a confused noise as he still saw and now felt his own aching erection between his legs. The orgasm and come and gone and now it was building up again. “I need...to...cum...again,” he panted harder, still weak from the last time. “You do?” Slick said sarcastically. “That's a shame. I said one freebie.” “But...what...what can I do to- “Suck my cock,” Slick commanded. The slick binding Alex's body began to move. He felt his hands free from his chest, but still remain coated. His legs too were coated but now freed from being stuck to the floor. His upper chest and head remained his own. He could move and yet his first inclination was not to run or attack or even try to save the drone that had once been his brother. He walked towards Slick, dropped to his knees, grabbed the villain's legs and slowly slid his mouth down the waiting erection. “Ah, what a good boy to obey,” Slick said, while encouraging him to speed up. “Do you feel your orgasm building? Waiting to be released again?” Alex couldn't talk given what he was doing but listened to every word. “Beg me to allow you to cum.” Alex stopped sucking. “P...please...let me...please let me cum!” “No.” “But I wanna cum! Pleassseee!” “No.” “Wh...what? Why? Please! Pleeeaasssee! I wannna cummmm!” Slick grinned his evil grin. “Ah, poor thing, you are already mine.”
Comments
KurtType5
Oh I do now and then still
phillipsm937
Most specifically, I meant more so when you used to write stories
KurtType5
Which ones? Most of them are here https://sta.sh/2rku8c4w950
phillipsm937
Great story, just as awesome as I remember it. Really made me miss your other stories.
