He stood before the full-length mirror and admired his reflection. He ran a hand slowly over his chest, loving the feel of the firm muscles there. He toyed briefly with his brown nipples, lightly pinching them to hardness before running his hands through the thick black hair that covered his chest. He loved the feel of the silky down against his palms.

He rubbed his stomach and the beginnings of the pubic bush that peeked out above the tight blue briefs he wore. Just as a special gift to himself, he ran his hand across the growing mound beneath them. He smiled at himself in the mirror. He was in the best shape of his life and he'd worked hard to get this body so it was no wonder that he was so proud of it. He felt absolutely justified in this bit of self-worship. After all, who was going to tell him otherwise? He was the most feared man in the known universe. He was the Persuader.

The Persuader gave one last look to himself and ran a hand over his smooth baldhead. He looked closely at himself, at the high forehead, the rich blue eyes, full lips under a thick ebony mustache, a firm, and set jawline all combined into a truly handsome visage.

He allowed himself another brief, lingering touch of his washboard stomach and a quick pinch at his left nipple before leaving his suite and continuing down a hallway. After all, the whole purpose of today's excursion to Vefra IX was down this hallway and waiting for him. He reached the doorway to the desired room and stepped onto the metal plate. The cold metal against his bare feet shocked him slightly. He stroked his thick mustache with one hand and placed the other on the panel by the door. After only a moment, the door buzzed its acceptance and slid open.

He stepped inside, allowing the door to close behind him.

"So good of you to be so prompt," a familiar voice sounded.

Directly in front of him on a raised dais was an enormous steel chair that resembled a throne. A tall back of ornate sheet metal melted into equally decorated arms and a cushioned seat. The seat section was lined in what appeared to be gold. Four steel legs that ended in rounded globes supported the seat.

It wasn't the steel of the throne that caused the Persuader to gasp outwardly and his already hard cock to harden a little more. Rather, it was the man that sat upon it. He sat casually with one leg draped leisurely across one arm and one stretched in front of him. His handsomely chiseled chin was resting on one palm while the other palm cupped a leather-encased hard-on of his own. The leather codpiece with the small silver studs was the only thing the man wore that covered any part of his smooth, chiseled body. Otherwise, he wore wide leather gauntlets on each wrist, and knee high boots that were polished to a high gloss. The gauntlets and the boots were lined with the same thick linked chain that the harness across his chest was made from.

He moved slightly, dropping his palm from his chin to join the other one in his lap.

"I do so like punctuality in a man," he said, his smile spreading across a ruggedly handsome face.

The Persuader gripped his dick through his briefs and roughly tugged. "I'll show you what I like in a man."

"I can't wait," the enthroned man said, rubbing his own cock with the same roughness. "But, we have more pressing things right now."

The man stood then and stepped from the dais. He walked toward another door to the side of the throne and the Persuader followed, an eager smile on his face. At the door, the man turned to face him and grabbed him by the back of the head to pull his face and lips to his own in a savage kiss. The Persuader met the challenge with vigor, his tongue spearing through the encountered lips to tangle mercilessly with that of the leather-clad man.

"A taste, Persuader," the man said, breaking the kiss, but gripping his neck. "Of things to come."

The door then slid open and the two men stepped inside a dark room. The door closed behind them as they went in farther. The Persuader stepped nervously from one foot to the other. "Can we get some lights?"

"What's wrong, don't you like the dark?" the man said, somewhat teasing.

"No. It reminds me too much of that accursed Shadow Lass."

"Very well. Lights."

At the command, the room was fully illuminated. The Persuader turned to face the wall in front of him and was visibly stunned. He couldn't believe his eyes. He looked to the man as if to confirm what his eyes were telling him was an illusion of the most unbelievable delight. "Are these who I think they are?"

"Absolutely," the man said, going to the wall.

He stopped by a young looking blond whose hands were suspended above him by large manacles. The boy hung by them, obviously in some discomfort. The man ran a hand across the boy's chest, feeling the muscle respond ever so minutely to his touch. He ran his hand down the boy's chest to his rippled stomach to play in the thick blond pubic bush at his crotch. Below it, the boy's hard dick arched madly.

"Jan Arrah, the Legion's own Element Lad," the man mused with a smile.

Down from him, the man went to another manacled boy. This boy was masked with an all-encompassing, black leather headmask that only allowed for a mouth slot. The older man took the boy's head in his hands and brought his lips to the younger boy's in a passionate kiss. At first, the boy responded then violently jerked his head and lips free.

"Ah, Colossal Boy, defiant until the end."

The man proceeded to the next boy. This boy stood with his arms at his side, his hands and wrists covered in mitts of a steel alloy that were inset in the wall. The man smiled again at this boy before running one hand through the long strawberry blond hair of the boy's head and the other through the thick covering of the same on his chest.

"I will enjoy every inch of you, Dirk Morgna."

Finally, the man reached the last manacled youth. This set of manacles was different from the rest in the fact that they were thin cuffs that fastened around each wrist and ran through a thick ring in the wall above him, allowing him to stand on the floor. However, this did him no good, as his ankles were set in restraints that were part of the wall itself. This boy was different from the others in another way, as well. Across his equally muscled but hairless chest were crimson stripes that crisscrossed his skin. At his waist were the shredded remains of an ebony suit. A raging hard-on sprung from those ruins, which the man tore away upon standing in front of him.

"How did he get those?" the Persuader said, joining the other man.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't wait that long. I had to taste this Braalian boy right away," the man smiled.

"Sadist," the Persuader smiled back.

"Why, thank you, Persuader," the man returned, kissing him again with the same ferocity as before.

The Persuader stepped back after the kiss was broken and assessed the chained gang. He placed his hands firmly and surely on his trim hips and admired them. "Hard to believe from those young faces that all of them are over twenty," he said. "Grimbor, you've really outdone yourself, this time."

"Thank you. Now, who shall we start with?"

The Persuader stepped to stand in front of Colossal Boy. He fondled the exposed flesh of Gim's chest and down to grip his hips. He stepped forward and rubbed the head of the Legionnaire's dick along the length of his own that strained against the briefs. He then ground his crotch back against the sizable shaft.

Colossal Boy flinched at the intimate contact, at first. After the realization sank in, he began to thrash wildly, trying to throw the Persuader from his body. His mind whirled. He'd never felt another man on him like this before. He'd seen Dirk in the shower and he'd wondered...wondered about what it would feel like to by caressed by that thick carpet of hair...kissed with those full lips...NO!! This was not the way he was! He was married. Married to a woman. No, not a woman, a Durlan. A being that could become anything...or anyONE he wanted.

Grimbor stepped to stand with the two men and touched a red button to the left of Gim's head. A section of the wall separated, forming a slab that tilted outwardly from the top. Clamps clanked around Gim's ankles and he was brought to a slanting position. The Persuader knelt and took the boy's hard dick in his hand. After a swipe along the head with his thumb, he took it into his mouth. Once inside his mouth, his tongue swirled around and around the bulbous head. He began slowly inching down the shaft, relaxing his throat muscles to take it all. As he reached the base, Grimbor reached up and touched another button. This action released the inhibitor that had kept Gim quiet and that held the boy's powers in check.

"NOOO!!!" Colossal Boy yelled. "Get off me!"

The Persuader's cock leapt against his stomach at the sudden protest. How exciting, he thought. Then something unexpected happened. The cock that was buried in his throat began to grow. Grimbor's machines somehow controlled the Legionnaires' powers. Colossal Boy's throbbing dick grew just to the right length and width that the Persuader liked. He began to increase the strength of his suction and began to bob back and forth along the shaft.

"STOP!" Gim yelled. "Please...stop."

"You don't sound altogether convinced that's what you want, lad," Grimbor said, stroking his face through the leather mask. He traced the quivering lips with his forefinger. "Is that really what you want?"

The Persuader pulled his lips from the tantalizing rod and sat back on his haunches to stroke his own dick while the Legionnaire made a decision.

"No...no, it isn't. I..." Gim said, his voice defeated.

Grimbor smiled at the Persuader and leaned forward to within inches of Gim's lips. "What?" What do you want?" he said, his hot breath on the boy's lips.

"I want his...m..." Colossal Boy began.

"Go on, you can say it," Grimbor coaxed.

Everything about Gim Allon screamed against the incredible thoughts that ran through his head. Every lesson at Marte's knee came back to him. To spite the accepting atmosphere of the 30th century, the Allon family still embraced the early 20th century beliefs of male and female relations as the norm. And, up until now, so had Gim. But now, everything in his body wanted only to feel the Persuader's hot mouth on him again. To feel the thick mustache grinding into his crotch and the hard tongue caressing the underside of his prick.

"His mouth..." Gim said, his voice barely audible. "I want his mouth on me again."

The Persuader leaned slightly forward and blew on the head of Colossal Boy's dick, causing him to squirm furiously.

"You may have to be more convincing than that," Grimbor said, licking Gim's lips with only the slightest tip of his tongue.

"Please...PLEASE...please put your mouth on me. I need to feel it."

The Persuader took the entire thick prick into his mouth at once. Grimbor captured Gim's lips with his own in a ravaging kiss and Colossal Boy's body erupted with pent-up, and too-long denied, furious ecstasy. He pushed his tongue deep into Grimbor's eager mouth and the response was an equally wanton oral lance that dueled expertly with his. He plunged his hips forward in an attempt to further bury more of his dick in the eager mouth. Low, guttural moans pushed themselves to the surface and out into the air. The three men were a raging storm of passion, sucking, pistoning, swallowing.

Suddenly, the orally enclosed dick of the brunette Legionnaire spasmed violently one last time before releasing a thick and seemingly endless stream of white hot jism that coated the Persuader's eager throat as he swallowed every drop.

As Grimbor stepped back, Gim went limp in his restraints. A low moan escaped his lips. As the Persuader cleaned the head of his dick, he felt a droplet of moisture hit his shoulder. He looked up to see the beaded sweat that rolled down Gim's lean body. On a whim, he leaned up and caught one of the droplets on his tongue, swiping the smooth skin as he did so.

"MMM, sweet," he said, standing.

The Persuader rubbed his dick hard as Grimbor touched yet another button and Gim was returned to his original upright state. Upon the touch of another button, Gim's enlarged body and manacles returned to normal size. The inhibitor was reinstated.

"Too bad they weren't more specific," the Persuader said. "I'd like to hear the aftermath panting."

"Yes, well, we have others to give us that."

Grimbor went to the left side of the room to a control panel that, until now, had been unseen by the Persuader. He touched a series of buttons and a small raised platform emerged from the floor in the center of the room. After touching another series, a small table raised beside it. Various instruments were atop it.

Grimbor returned to the wall and with the Persuader's help, moved Sun Boy to the platform. Once there, Grimbor pulled two lengths of chains from either side of the platform and attached one to each of the cuffs on Dirk's wrists. He then went to the table and produced a small vial. He held it to the light and shook it. He took the top from it and poured some of the blue liquid into his hand and lightly coated Dirk's chest with it, soaking the chest hair so that it lay flat on his chest.

The Persuader went to the corner and unlocked a case with his hand on the sensor pad. As the door slid back, there was the Persuader's most prized possession. He reached in and grasped the steel cold handle of the Atomic Axe.

He returned to stand with Grimbor, who had released the inhibitor and Dirk had let loose with a stream of curses aimed at both men.

"I'll rip your fucking heart out through your throat you twisted mother fuckers!" he screamed.

"Such archaic language," Grimbor said, running his hand along Dirk's cheek.

The Persuader smiled evilly and smeared his hand over the boy's chest. He looked to Grimbor and handed the leather-clad man the axe. Grimbor returned the smile and held the blade at Dirk's throat. Sun Boy looked down slightly and a look of angered horror overcame him. Every possible curse he'd had ready to fire off next froze in his throat.

Grimbor made a slow, deliberate swipe down Dirk's chest to the top of his pubic bush. He wiped off the accumulated hair and slung it to the floor. He then ran a finger along the new, smooth trail he'd just made. He smiled and made another swipe. Then another and another until Dirk's thick, lush chest hair lay at his feet in slick, wet globs. Grimbor took a towel from the table and wiped the blue lubricating residue from Dirk's chest and stood back to admire his handiwork.

"You fucking freak!" Dirk spat. "I'll fucking tear you apart! If I didn't have these goddamned mitts on, I'd fry your perverted ass!"

"I'm going to make sure you feel some heat yourself, my dear Sun Boy," Grimbor said, pushing Dirk's feet apart with the hilt of the axe. Instantly, two clamps fastened themselves around his ankles.

The Persuader stood with his legs apart and the axe between them. He rubbed his hard dick against it slowly, watching the scene unfolding before him.

Grimbor walked around the chained Sun Boy. The older man caught up the trademark strawberry blond hair and wound it around one hand. With the other, he took a pair of antique scissors and slowly began cutting through it at the base of Dirk's neck. When he'd shorn all the hair that was wrapped around his hand from the boy's head, Grimbor returned to stand in front of him and let it fall along Dirk's now smooth body.

"Where are all your pretty words now, boy?"

Dirk just glared at the Chainsman. Inside, he'd never felt like this. This was different from anything that Dr. Regulus had done. They'd played around when he'd worked as his assistant and a lot of it had gotten quite heavy and harsh, but it was all in fun. And it was all private. Now, he was not only being humiliated but he was being done so in front of his teammates.

Grimbor put his now empty hands on Dirk's shoulders and pushed him to a kneeling position. He took the boy's head in his hands and guided his mouth to the leather codpiece that held his throbbing dick. He pushed Sun Boy's face into the stiff material and rubbed his crotch against it roughly. He laughed as he heard the first slight whimper of what would undoubtedly be many more before he was through.

"Do you like leather, boy?" he sneered.

Dirk didn't answer.

Grimbor slapped his face hand and repeated the question but this time as a statement. He held the back of the young Legionnaire's head and forced his mouth open with the leather-covered head of his dick. Dirk resisted, but only slightly less than before. Grimbor would break him, he knew, but not without a fight. He couldn't resist this much longer and he knew that the Chainsman knew this, as well.

"You will learn to like anything I give you, boy."

The man moved the codpiece aside and took his throbbing prick in his hand. He rubbed it all over Dirk's face and along his jawline before placing it on the firm lips. Sun Boy's mouth didn't flinch. Grimbor slapped his other cheek soundly with a threat to perform. The Persuader began to move his cock along the handle of the axe with more urgency.

"Take my cock in your mouth," Grimbor instructed. "Do it nicely, no biting."

Sun Boy still refused, his lips tightly together.

Grimbor backhanded the boy again, sending his face reeling. "SUCK MY DICK, LEGION WHORE!" he screamed, taking Dirk by the hair of his head and pulling his face back to his crotch.

This time, Sun Boy's mouth opened and he took the swollen knob of the stiff prick. He eased his head forward and allowed the manmeat to fill his mouth gradually. He had taken all of Gim's dick once during Gim's bachelor party so the act wasn't new to him, only the circumstances of being watched by both his friends and a mortal enemy was what made him want to crawl away now. But with Grimbor's thick meat in his throat, that was impossible.

"Suck gently, my boy. I would be most upset if you hurt me without my permission."

The Persuader watched intently, loving every moment of the humiliation doled out so expertly upon a hated Legionnaire. He remembered just how smug Sun Boy was. In every battle, it was the little hothead that had the flip remarks for every situation. A comment regarding his power and its superiority accompanied every use of it. How superior was the little bastard now with the thick cock of an enemy down his throat? The Persuader laughed inwardly, smiled outwardly and wondered what Shrinking Violet or even Dream Girl would say if they could see this.

"What a wonderful and expert cocksucker you are," Grimbor smiled, running his hands over Dirk's head and shoulders. "Could it be that you've done this before?" he said, pulling his hardness form the eager mouth.

The Chainsman took his prick in his hand and smeared it along Sun Boy's cheek, smearing pre-cum and saliva all along the boy's face. He smiled evilly and looked knowingly over to Persuader, who was stroking his hard cock all along the shaft of his Atomic Axe. The Persuader moaned and urged Grimbor to continue.

"Make the Legion bitch beg," he said, his eyes glazing over.

"Do it," Grimbor said, smearing Dirk's lips with the liquid mixture that now coated his cheek. "You can do it, boy. Beg for my cock."

Sun Boy looked defiantly into the man's eyes and every inch of his frame shook with fury. He wanted so much to fry this scum, but something in his groin and in his head wanted to taste that same man's awesome meat in his throat. But, the other Legionnaires were watching. He couldn't give in, he had to at least put up a fight.

"Fuck you!!!" he spat.

"If you insist," Grimbor smiled.

He pushed Dirk to his back and knelt above him. He massaged the Legionnaire's already awakening cock to an angry hard-on that throbbed in his hand. He gripped the rod surely and eased himself down, feeling it separating his eager asscheeks and expanding his asshole. He threw his head back with an elated gasp of pleasure. He then gripped his own cock, stroking it hard while establishing a rhythm astride the prone Legionnaire.

Persuader couldn't handle any more of the hot scene. He went over and stood in front of Grimbor. He rubbed his cock knowingly and looked at Grimbor. There was no hesitation on the other man's part. Soon the Persuader's hard prick was engulfed fully in a warm, pulsating throat. Instantly, the rhythm was established. As the Persuader's cock entered his mouth, Sun Boy's cock entered his ass. They both left him at the same time, as well.

Within moments, Dirk began to spasm and moan; as did the Persuader.

Grimbor pulled himself from both cocks just in time.

The Persuader slammed the Axe down hard with one hand and with the other, held his cock in a cradling gesture while it spewed forth its white-hot frothy goo. The rich cream coated Dirk's upper chest, one heavy glob hitting his right nipple dead center. Dirk's throat and chin received the next volley, his mouth, nose and left eye getting the rest of the Persuader's heavy load.

Sun Boy's own jetting monster coated him with equally rich and equally heavy cum. Thick droplets of cum between bursts belied the intense dousing of manjuice he bathed himself in. His moans became as intense as the jettisoned jism with his body thrashing in a mad fit of passionate pleasure.

"Fuck, boy!" the Persuader spat, shaking his mighty cock. A creamy pearl of cum rolled from the head to land on Sun Boy's lips. To the shock, but obvious delight of his captors, the boy licked it hungrily from them before the warm stuff had a chance to cool.

"You cum-hungry son of a bitch," the Persuader said, stroking his hot staff, which had hardened again. "He just can't get enough, can he?" Within only moments, he had fallen to a kneeling position with this cock at Dirk's lips. The reddened tool then shot forth yet another series of cum blasts. "Eat this!" he spat.

Sun Boy's back arched madly as his mouth gaped open to catch every drop of the Persuader's load. His tongue worked madly at his upper and lower lips to make sure he'd cleaned every drop from them.

Grimbor ran a lazy finger through the mixture of sweet mess on Sun Boy's stomach and brought it to his lips. He licked his finger clean instantly. He repeated this again and brought it this time to the Persuader, who in turn lazily licked it clean. He relished the taste, letting it sit on his tongue for a while before letting it slide down his throat.

With the combined effort of both men, Sun Boy was repositioned on the wall where he'd been.

"I think it's time that we retire to our private chambers, my friend," Grimbor said, rubbing his warm crotch.

"No," Sun Boy barely uttered. "Please take me with you."

The Persuader smiled at this display. The great and powerful Legionnaire had been reduced to a whimpering child hungry for mansex. The Persuader ran a finger along the boy's face gingerly before turning to follow Grimbor, who was on his way through the door they'd entered. He couldn't, however, resist the urge to have a final glance at the young blond, Jan Arrah. He couldn't wait for that delectable morsel.

After a light dinner and a few Vefrain drinks, the Persuader and Grimbor had only slightly gone over the events of the past few hours before each retiring to their respective private chambers.

The Persuader had decided to shower before going to bed. He stripped off the scarlet robe unceremoniously and stepped into the heavy spray of hot water. He lathered up the scented cleansing bar and slathered it across the broad expanse of his chest, paying deliberate homage to his brown nipples and twirling the ebony hairs around them. This sent a chill through his body as he remembered how Colossal Boy had begged to be sucked and how Sun Boy's face looked covered in cum.

He turned off the water and stepped out, intent on a long, hard, masturbatory session. As he padded across the thick carpeted floor into his bedchamber, he saw a sight that stirred his aching cock and balls to a literal frenzy.

Sitting on the edge of the octagonal bed, still naked but unbound was the beautiful blond captive he'd eyed earlier. Element Lad. He had to be dreaming, he told himself as he moved quickly to the boy. When he stood over him, Jan raised his head and met his gaze knowingly. There was something in his eyes that the Persuader had never seen before. Something, if he read this boy right, was akin to desire. But that couldn't be, could it?

"Your bonds. What happened to them?" he said, snapping from his trance.

"Grimbor knew I wouldn't need them. The apartments he's rented here have been equipped with a nullifying field that negates all of our powers. The manacles were only for show. And effect," Jan said, his voice filled with a sharp but interesting knowledge. "You know, the only reason the Legion fights you is because we don't agree with your methods of doing business, don't you?" he continued, standing.

"Really?" the Persuader said, something clicking in his head. "What about my other methods, huh?"

"None of us really know what they are, so I can't speak from first hand accounts."

"Would you like to?"

Element Lad dropped his head for a moment as if to consider the offer before raising his head again. "Yes."

This was exactly what the Persuader was waiting for but almost sure he'd never hear. Of all the Legionnaires, Jan seemed the least likely to openly admit his true being. He'd seen the young man in battle, seen the fierceness in his young eyes. Mostly, however, he'd seen the way he'd held back after the battle was over. The way he'd made sure even the most heinous of villains were treated fairly by their captors and the first time the Fatal Five had been captured and he'd seen this of the Trommite, he knew one day he would have him.

"I want to whip you, boy," he said, running his hand along Jan's cheek. "Does that scare you?"

"No..." Jan said, dropping his head. "...sir"

"Are you lying to me, boy?"

"No, sir."

Somehow, the Persuader knew that he was telling him the truth. He somehow knew that this did not frighten the Legionnaire. Somehow this knowledge softened him. He wouldn't belittle this boy. He would not subject him to the harshness the others had suffered at Grimbor's hands. He would be gentle with this one.

For now.

He took Jan's head in his hand and brought their lips together in a soulful kiss, one in which he allowed himself the pleasure of savoring the young man's tongue and introducing his own in return. They stood there joined. Element Lad's hands went hesitantly to the Persuader's hips. Once there, they traveled up his broad back and pulled the two of them together with a fierce urgency. The Legionnaire ground himself against the man, his entire body on fire with a sudden surge of carnal desire. His hard cock was pressed against the Persuader's lower stomach, throbbing and twitching anxiously.

The Persuader's own hands traveled the boy's body slowly but deliberately. He was searching every curve. He broke the kiss and stood back from him. He ran his large hands over the blond’s hairless chest, tweaking the nipples slightly and down to Jan's lower stomach. He rounded the curve of his hips and there he noticed a small sliver of pink just above the pelvic bone. He looked questioningly at the young Legionnaire.

"A scar I received in a battle with the Fatal Five on Bacarra 6."

The Persuader knelt then and tenderly kissed along its length.

Putting a hand on each of Jan's hips, he gently swiped at the boy's throbbing dick. Jan moaned slightly. He repeated the motion, this time taking a pearly bead of pre-cum with it and swallowing. Jan's cock leapt excitedly. He smiled inwardly and captured the head in his lips with a gentle but precise movement. This time, the moan from Element Lad was deep and guttural.

Jan grasped the man's shoulders and spread his legs wider in a sure stance. He prepared himself mentally, or so he thought, for what was to happen next. He felt the soft tongue glide across the sensitive skin and press slightly at his piss slit before swirling around in outward concentric circles. He gasped slightly and pressed his lips together to suppress his vocal reactions. He gradually pushed his dick. He eased it inch by inch into the willing orifice of the kneeling villain.

The Persuader relished this. He savored every detail of the young cock. Every vein, every small indention of flesh as it passed over his lips was etched into his memory. How he'd waited for this. He stretched his lips to accommodate its expanding girth. When the full length of the rod was embedded in his throat, a deep, penetrative groan issued from it. This was possibly the only thing that could escape the filled orifice now. He inhaled through his nose and was rewarded with the heady scent of man mixed slightly with a light freshness of soap from the thick patch of blond pubic hair. He ran a lazy set of fingers through the dense forest from which this lovely cock sprang.

Now it was Jan's turn to moan.

The Persuader pressed his head forward to brush his nose in the stuff. He then retracted until only the head remained in his mouth. In and out, he issued Element Lad's thick manpole. He let the ripe, swinging balls beneath it slip into his palm, giving them a warm squeeze. He felt the boy's hips tense and he attacked the throbbing flesh in his throat again. The suction in his mouth rivaled a black hole.

Element Lad's hips thrust more intensely, now. He rammed his cock all the way down the villain’s throat so forcefully the man had to steady himself again. Before either of them knew what was happening or could prevent, a powerful blast of hot liquid pleasure erupted from Jan's cock. It washed over the man's tongue, down his throat. He withdrew and rammed in again. Another flood erupted. Again. Again. Each time, a thick, violent volley of cum sprang from his cock.

The Persuader swallowed every drop, not letting any of the precious liquid escape his lips. After the last bit, the boy's cock softened in his mouth and he stood to take the Legionnaire in his arms. He kissed him full on the lips, letting him taste himself. Jan literally ate it up.

Element Lad was about to kneel and reciprocate when the man prevented him. He looked questioningly at him.

"No," was all he said. "I will tell you when you can touch me. Not before, is that clear?"

Jan nodded compliance. He stood back and lowered his head.

The Persuader circled him, running his hands along the youthful hardness of the boy's body. He stood behind him then, and encircled him with his arms. He nuzzled the boy's neck and kissed it slightly. Softly, he took the lobe of Jan's ear and chewed it before letting it go and whispering into it.

"I want to hold you like this tonight. You will stay with me."

Jan smiled slightly and let himself fall without hesitation into the large man's arm.

Grimbor released the boy's head and delivered a severe blow to his cheek. The boy's head barely moved, his face barely responding. He smiled. This infuriated the Chainsman.

"Gods DAMN you, Braalian!!" he swore, tearing away from the kneeling boy. He went to a nearby table and replaced the long leather bound rod he'd used to stripe the boy's back. He removed his leather gloves and placed them there, as well. He adjusted his codpiece, which held his hard manhood. He smiled, his back to the boy. Defiant to the last, he thought. Just as I like them, he smiled again.

He turned, replacing the angered mask.

"You will submit to me in the basest of ways, Legionnaire," he sneered. "Yes, you will."

Grimbor lead the boy to another platform and anchored his wrists in the inertron chains. He instructed the boy to lie on his stomach, which the boy did simply because it was more comfortable for him. He ran his hands smoothly against his back, pressing the fresh wounds that crisscrossed him.

The boy flinched.

Grimbor smiled.

He eased the boy up on his knees, reassuring him that he knew how uncomfortable.

The raven-haired youth grabbed the stakes he was shackled to, adjusting his body to fit his position. He would not give this villain the satisfaction of knowing he was in pain in any form.

Grimbor knelt behind the boy and took an ornate jar from the small table to his right. He swiped the index finger of his left hand in it and dabbed a bit of it on the boy's left asscheek. Yes, he thought, this would do. He replaced the jar and spread the boy's ass. He dabbed the goo on the winking hole that greeted him. He rubbed his finger ever so slightly around the hole, lubing itself as he did so. The ass lips tightened and puckered before opening up.

"So, my friend, you're familiar with this little game? Perhaps it's one you've played with your Legion friends?" he said. "Lightning Lad, perhaps?"

Cosmic Boy said nothing.

Slowly, Grimbor inserted his finger. It slipped in easily. Too easily, Grimbor thought. This was definitely not his first time. The boy had done this before. He swirled his finger around gently but insistently. He smiled then. He'd felt the ever so slight twitch as he'd withdrawn his digit. He swiped his fingers into the goo again, before getting an idea. The wicked plan played across his face. At first, he'd only planned to fuck the boy into submission, but this was so much better.

Both of his muscular hands squeezed Cosmic Boy's ass and pulled the cheeks roughly apart. Without ceremony, one by one, four fingers slipped inside the hole up to the knuckles. Then, slowly past them. He loved the silky interior of the boy. He laughed only to himself as he wiggled his thumb inside and began pushing a fraction of an inch of his hand inside. As he slipped his hand into the tight ring of muscle, he closed it into a fist.

"Fisting," he mused aloud. "That's a quaint Earth term for what I'm doing to you, boy."

"Fuck...YOU!" Cosmic Boy managed to spit.

"Another Earth phrase," Grimbor said, turning his fist ever so slightly. "You have quite an affinity for that mudball, don't you? I remember you and your Legion rushing to save it when my energy chains threatened to crush it into powder."

Cosmic Boy moaned.

"And the cursed Reflecto," Grimbor continued. "What an absolutely absurd name."

He pushed in up to the wrist and churned the Legionnaire's insides.

This time, Cosmic Boy pushed back, ever so slightly.

"At last," Grimbor smiled evilly. "A response."

The Chainsman streamlined his hand and slowly removed it. Rokk let a slight sound escape his lips. Grimbor smiled at this, unhooking his leather codpiece. He moved it down and over a booted foot to remove it. He turned the raven-haired boy roughly onto his back.

"I want to see your face, boy," he said, easing his face to inches above Rokk's. "As I slowly...roughly...and oh, so mercilessly, FUCK you."

He lifted Rokk's legs roughly into the air and onto his shoulders. He planted his cock firmly and fully in the boy's ass. "So hot," he moaned as he did so. He leaned forward to cover the boy. He attacked Rokk's neck, biting and sucking. Not moving his hips even slightly, he moved to Rokk's lips fully expecting them to be cold and unyielding. To his surprise, Rokk returned the kiss fully and moved his hips eagerly beneath them.

Grimbor pulled himself from the boy's body until only the head remained. He rotated it expertly, teasing him.

"Fuck me, you bastard," Cosmic Boy blurted out before he knew what he was saying.

Grimbor released his legs, pulled out completely and slapped the boy squarely across his face. Rokk instantly tasted blood. He smiled up defiantly.

"You can't even fuck like a real man," he spat.

Grimbor was instantly infuriated. He grabbed his discarded leather and a handful of Cosmic Boy's hair. Rokk had opened his mouth to launch another verbal attack but Grimbor took advantage of this and crammed the leather into it, silencing him.

"I'll show you who's man enough to do what to whom, you little puke," Grimbor snarled. He reached above the boy to release the manacles, then he locked them together. He crossed Rokk's legs at the ankles and taking a length of black cord from the table, tied them securely together. He then flipped the boy onto his stomach.

A sharp, stinging sensation flooded his being as Grimbor delivered a resounding blow to his exposed ass. Another followed in quick succession, as did several more. After a brutal assault, Cosmic Boy was erupting with moan after moan through the stiff leather. He saw the Chainsman kneel before him and felt his rough hands in his hair, jerking his face up.

Grimbor thrilled to the sight of the helpless look on the boy's tear streaked face. He removed the now spit-soaked leather and pressed his hard manhood into his mouth. After a few selfish plunges in and out of the orifice, the man pulled free and pumped his thick cum across the boy's face.

He turned the boy over without missing a beat. He repositioned his legs over his shoulders and without preamble; he gripped the boy's ass roughly and pushed his meat fully inside.

"GODS OF BRAAL!" Rokk literally screamed.

The man smiled evilly and started pumping without a trace of tenderness. His roguishly handsome face contorted in an erotic series of sneers.

The manacles dug severely into Rokk's wrists and his back. The pain was sharp but it somehow added to his pleasure. He writhed under the Chainsman's onslaught. His body was alive in every sense of the word. Every nerve, every fiber of his being cried out in delicious torment.

"You fuck like an inexperienced BOY," Rokk sneered. "Show me there is more to you than egotistic blathering."

The man was stunned and looked into the boy's eyes incredulously for a millisecond before bringing his body to a standing position and drilling his blood engorged prick even harder. He rammed Cosmic Boy's tender flesh with a renewed vigor. He smiled with evil glee at the sight of the red blemishes that appeared as he dug his fingers into his flesh.

"YES!" Rokk hissed, tears streaming down his face. "FUCK ME...FUCK ME..."

If it were possible, Grimbor's thrusts deepened and his pace increased.

"Beg me, Legion whore," he said gruffly. "Let me hear you beg me to fuck you!"

"PLEASE..." Cosmic Boy responded instantly. "Pound me..."

"Louder!"

"FUCK ME, BASTARD!"

"How?" the Chainsman urged.

"HARD! Fuck my ass hard with that cock!"

"BEG ME!"

"PLEASE! PLEASE! GODS, PLEASE FUCK ME!" he screamed, the words tearing from his throat, making him sound like a madman. "RAM THAT PRICK IN ME...PLEASE!

Grimbor slammed repeatedly into the boy. He felt the tightening of his balls and and the familiar twitching of his cock. He was so close now. He sneered again at the boy beneath him, his face a picture of utter disgust and distaste.

"Whores beg, Legionnaire," he snarled. "Are you a whore?"

Cosmic Boy was lost in his own lust induced stupor. Nothing mattered as his ass was torn apart by the thick plunging cock. Nothing mattered but the searing pain that tore through his being in torrentially pleasurable waves. Nothing mattered but the orgasmic tension that swelled up in the throbbing cock that jutted madly from the ebony pubic bush above him.

"You are nothing but a cock-hungry whore, aren't you?" Grimbor yelled, his voice resounding throughout the room.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" Grimbor prodded.

"Yes, I'm a WHORE!"

"What do you want?"

"TO BE FUCKED BY YOUR COCK!"

"Fucked like a common Rimborian whore!"

"YES!"

That was all it took. Cosmic Boy's cock exploded with a searing arc of white hot cum that landed on his face, coating and filling his mouth. The second blast bathed his sweat soaked chest and stomach. Grimbor could take no more and released his own pent up orgasm. He blasted the inside of Rokk's ass with his own load. He grunted and cursed and delivered stinging blow after blow to the tender ass flesh with the flat of his hand. He savagely ground his geysering cock into the boy, twisting and turning his tool until after an eternity, he'd been completely drained.

He removed his cock, which was surprisingly still hard but softening slowly. He squeezed the last few drops of juice from it and wiped it on the boy's flesh before letting his legs drop callously to the floor. He turned on a heel and walked to a wall monitor.

"Whore," he said disdainfully, as he did so.

Into the wall comm unit, he ordered the prisoners to be collected and assembled within the hour.

The Persuader stood with Grimbor on the landing bay, watching the departing shuttle. The Persuader turned to the Chainsman and smiled.

"There they go," he said.

"Yes. The Legionnaires are being returned to Earth with a mind wipe of only this location and how they got here."

"Then everything that happened to them is..." the Persuader questioned.

"The details of their stay here are quite clear to them," Grimbor said, turning to go back inside the structure. "Of how they were chained to my wall, bound to my will..."

"And otherwise persuaded," the Persuader finished, following him inside, his mind wandering back to the blond Element Lad and the tender secret they now shared.