Heroes: Sentinel (Chapter 14/16)

Chapter 14: Indoctrination

Location: I Wish I Knew.

“HEY! STOP! STOP!”

I call out as I hover helplessly, my balls being stimulated. My cock is pumped in the milking machine as the helmet audio and video becomes more erotic. Trap Master is going all out. I have to stay focused, but I have to admit, I’m genuinely turned on. My cock has stayed hard since this started. I’m embarrassed to admit that if not for my constant thoughts of the danger to my son, I’d be enjoying this experience.

I groan as they bring me closer and closer to climax. They’re not the first villains to try to gain my seed for nefarious uses. It’s how Adrian is even here, after all. The woman who gave birth him tricked me into giving her a sample and betrayed me. Since then, I’ve kept my cum guarded, but I don’t think I can today. Not this time. Everything about this setup has me primed to explode. I relax, while staying perfectly in place. They bring me closer and closer.

The machine is working, but I suddenly feel real human hands all over my body. A live feed of my current situation is cut in with porn images and Trap Master’s voice. I see the henchmen, including Bodybuilder Bottom Boy, fondling me. They’re getting that thrill they wanted. I see and feel my ass being kneaded. They’re alternating rough and gentle. My hole gets massaged. Oh boy.

I moan. Okay, I’m ready. I’ve got to cum.

It all stops.

My cock softens as the images change from erotic to disturbing, the audio to negative sounds, the machine stops, and the hands leave me. Okay, I’ve heard about this. Adrian goes through it with the cage. I wanted to cum, but I couldn’t. Trap Master appears in the helmet, giving me a soothing message. A hypnotic spiral replaces him as his voice softly speaks to me.

I endure this for a long time. Then the machine kicks in. The hands return. And I’m forced to watch myself be used while listening to dirty talk from my captor. This time, I see and feel BBB’s tongue on my hole. Oh, you kinky shit. Vibrators circle on my nipples. Now, I’m hard again. The ball stimulation gets my load going. In less than a minute, I’m ready to shoot.

It all stops. Again.

Bastards. This continues for the next however long. I lose track of time. I’m sure I’m nowhere near the 24-hour mark. Beyond that, minutes? No. Hours. It has to be. The henchmen work in relentlessly. I’m brought close then denied. The helmet feeds me video and audio to manipulate my mind. To break down my defenses. I hope Adrian is holding out, if he’s getting the same thing. My cock is hard now, even without them doing anything. It hasn’t gone soft at all in four cycles.

My cock begs for release.

I can’t just hover here being edged and brainwashed. I’m managing the physical stress test just fine and I think I’m even managing the mental test, as well. But maybe I shouldn’t. If I’m tiring, Trap Master will have to adjust the chains and deactivate the system to do it. As soon as my movement won’t endanger Adrian, I can go full Sentinel and break free. It’s worth a try. I shake. I tense my muscles.

I cry out, “I can’t hold this position. Please! Let me stop hovering! I need a break. Please!”

Trap Master appears in the helmet, “Of course, boy. Since you begged.”

Moments later, I feel something split my ass cheeks. I gasp as a large solid phallic object enters my hole. I groan and fight to stay still as I’m penetrated. It slides in, deeper and deeper. Oh fuck, invulnerability or not, I’m feeling that. The thing has to be nine inches deep. I feel something across my cheeks. A seat? I feel it press across my ass, supporting me as I hover.

“Relax, boy. The seat will hold your big sexy muscly body.” The chains on my arms loosen. My arms drop to my side then are pulled down and out at a 45-degree angle. “Get the blood flowing to those chiseled limbs. Shake them out a little, boy. Not too hard or your friend won’t be happy.” I do it. “There, feeling better?”

I think ‘no because my plan didn’t work’ but I say, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

I know what he wants. Same thing all my doms want. Subservience. The video and audio has been drilling it into my brain. I reply in a weak voice, “Yes, Master.”

“Good boy. You get a reward.”

Suddenly, the milking device activates again. I groan. This time, it’s different. The thick dildo up my ass vibrates and pulsates inside me. Oh, that does feel good. My cock throbs. Trap Master says, “Beg for release, boy.”

“Yes, Master. Please let me cum, Master. I’ve been a good boy. Please? Please let me give you my seed!” I’m held on the edge again. I whimper, “Oh, please Master. Just tell me what to say or do to please you! I’ll do anything. Please, Master! PLEASE!”

“Good boy. Tell me, am I pretty?”

“Yes, Master! You’re so cute. Your face, your smile, your hair. And you have that tight body. I thought so the first time we met. It’s one reason why I wanted to play with you so bad.”

“Oh, you’re sweet. But one reason? I can’t wait to hear the others. Request to cum granted.”

I know what to say, “Thank you, Master. Thank you!”

The machine doesn’t stop this time. I’m fucked in the ass as my cock is ruthlessly pumped. The nodes stimulate my balls and my whole body tenses as my seed is taken from me. It’s a massive load, the explosion continuing as rope after rope of my cum is pumped out of me. At first, I was helping it but now, as I slow down, I groan because the brainwashing intensifies.

Trap Master takes full advantage of my post-orgasm moment by feeding me more explicit hypnotic suggestions. I feel my neck being worked. Something is at my mouth. Liquid is shot inside. Another injection from BBB, I’m guessing. I dare not say anything to him, because I can’t see who might be around. Instead I shout, “What did you stick in my neck?”

I hear BBB shout back, “Who cares, bitch? It’s what I’m gonna stick in your ass when you’re Trap Master’s slave, right, guys?” Cheering comes through the helmet. There are others around. I hear a soft whisper, “Room next door.” Oh fuck, he did it. At least I hope he did.

I focus my thoughts. I have to take the risk. I build up the energy in my body. BBB didn’t say which direction, so I’ll have to unleash the biggest EMP I can manage. Three. Two. One. I let loose. Immediately, the machine on my cock and the helmet stop working. I pull my hands in, breaking the chains and ripping off my helmet. I hope I did not just torture my son.

The lights are out. My bodysuit glows as the henchmen scramble. I see BBB standing still, looking up at me. He points. I fly there, breaking my leg shackles and dragging the heavy chains behind me. I burst through the wall. Trap Master is standing over Adrian. He screams and runs to the door. I can’t worry about that. I need to check on my son.

I tear the helmet off. Adrian looks at me, dazed and confused but alive and unharmed. I rip the rack apart, lifting my son off and cradling him in my arms. I set him down. He holds his head, shaking it. I ask, “Are you okay?”

My son smiles at me, “Compared to Sir, these guys were nothing. Get Trap Master!”

I nod, flying after the villain. Hopefully, I’m not too late. As I fly through the door into the next room, it’s nearly pitch black. My suit still glows in the darkness, so everyone sees me, but I can’t see them. I only see shadows and outlines. There’s fighting. Who’s battling who? I fly above the fray, searching for Trap Master, fearing it might be too late. I hear and smell for him. Got him. I think.

I unleash a burst of light, blinding everyone but me for a moment. The Young Crusaders. They’re fighting henchmen. Trap Master is moving along the outside wall, right where I thought. He’d been staying in the shadows but that’s not going to work now. I charge forth. He runs but I close the gap easily. With the power outage, his tricks are shut down and escape routes closed off. I land in front of him, grabbing him by the throat.

“You went too far today.”

In response, the villain kicks up into my exposed balls. I let him, knowing my invulnerability will stop it. I'm done playing with him. He cries out as his shin hits. I grab the leg and lift him by his ankle, turning him upside down. He flails his arms, hitting me but he ends up hurting his hands. “I can slam you into the floor or I can set you down gently. Your choice.” Trap Master stops fighting, so I lower him down. I tuck my manhood into my bodysuit, closing it up.

“You got lucky, hero! A power failure? I demand a rematch!”

I growl, “No. You should’ve kept it just between you and me. Maybe I would’ve played along. But holding another hero? Torturing him? Be very glad you didn’t hurt him.”

Trap Master suddenly looks confused, “I didn’t want to. He made me.”

I’m confused, too. I ask, “Who? Who made you?”

Trap Master’s expression changes back. He switches gears immediately, “Just tell me. It was working, wasn’t it? The edging. The mind control. He said it would work and it was working, wasn’t it? Another 18 hours and you would’ve been broken. You called me ‘Master’.”

“You’ll never know if that was real or me buying time." I grab him by the throat and squeeze. Sentinel might be a nice guy, but he knows nothing about Meathead. I warn him, "Stay in jail this time, because if you escape again, I will hunt you down and make sure you never escape again, even if I have to break your legs.” I tap his legs with some force to send a message. The villain shudders in fear.

I zip-tie his hands and cuff his ankles. I tear off a piece of his tights and use it as a makeshift mask to cover everything below my eyes. I drag him over to the crowd. I see Intrepid, Adrian, Combat Kid, and several other Young Crusaders who I’ve never met. They’ve got all 12 henchmen subdued. I drop Trap Master in front of Combat Kid. “We have to stop meeting like this, CK. I believe this is yours.”

Adrian runs over and gives me a huge hug. He whispers an apology. I just squeeze him tighter. Intrepid comes over. I tell him, “Nice timing. How’d you find us? Were you monitoring for power failures or something?”

“No, Power Pup tracked you. We were already here when the lights went out.”

Intrepid introduces me to the team. All attractive and fit young men, ages 18-21. Flyboy is the leader and money source with flight and a healing aura. Power Pup has a magic harness that amplifies his strength, speed, and senses. Battleforce is an inventor with high-tech gadgets. Thrust is their speedster. Gold Mind is a telepath/telekinetic. I've met Bear's former sidekick Kid Cub as Sentinel, so I stay away from him, just giving him a nod and wave. And I’ve met Combat Kid before. They’re a formidable squad and seem like responsible and capable heroes for any age. Maybe Adrian would enjoy working with them.

Of course, I’m introduced as Beef Boy. Combat Kid compliments me, noting that I can fly, wondering why I didn’t do that before. I shrug, “Ask Intrepid.” I get asked about joining the team. I decline, telling them I need a break from heroing after this. In reality, I’m returning to being Sentinel, but they can’t know that. My son also begs off joining, saying Trap Master caught him too easily and he obviously needs to work on being a better hero first.

As the henchmen are loaded, I manage to get Bodybuilder Bottom Boy alone. I tell him thanks and that I haven’t forgotten our deal. He looks surprised but is taken away before we can finish. The Young Crusaders probably would’ve saved us anyway, but BBB endangered himself and he did allow me to save us by betraying Trap Master. I’ll have to put a good word in for him.

I suddenly remember that the villain milked me. I go back inside, flying over police. No one tries to stop me. Using my enhanced sense of smell, I find the stash of Sentinel seed in a fridge. Of course, it’s labeled Meathead seed. I neutralize it all with heat then destroy the large jar, sending the cum down the drain. No need for that to be lying around to be found and misused.

With everything wrapped up, I discreetly fly off at top speed, aiming directly to the space station to change and clean myself up.

Up next … Chapter 15: Violation - Payback’s a bitch! (1/29/2023)