(based on some of SparkieShock's artwork) "Sami, Sami, Sami...the Master is SO disappointed in you." Daniel admonished with a cruel smile tugging at his lips. He turned the crank and widened the stirrups on the metal chair, spreading the prisoner's thighs a bit more. Sami raised his head and shook his sweat-dampened, blue-dyed hair from his eyes. "Pl-please, I don't—" Daniel touched the tazer to the copper-lined box at the edge of the chair that trapped Sami's huge testicles. Electric current lanced through the cold metal and arced through the vulnerable orbs. "AAHHH! AHHH! AGGHHHHH!" Sami's screams echoed off the thick walls of the interrogation chamber. "AHHHH! AAAGGGHHHHHKKK!" "Your lies are pathetic, Sami," Daniel spat. "We know you're the one who organized the underground railroad. All those pain slaves you helped disappear? Did you think we wouldn't notice?" "I didn't!...

Classified US Navy Incident (Real names have been redacted.) Lieutenant Commander T, US Navy, blinked as he regained consciousness. The last thing he remembered was going back to his hotel room after the conference and smelling something sickeningly sweet. Then, everything had gone black. As his vision came into focus, he realized two things: he was no longer in the hotel room that had been assigned to him, and he was completely naked on a metal table. Moving wasn’t an option. His feet were locked into a set of stirrups at the end of the table, and his wrists were secured to the sides by heavy leather straps. Another strap was pulled tightly against the lowest rung of his abs, holding him against the table top and pressing his pelvis flat against the freezing cold surface. Before he could evaluate his predicament any further, a bright white light switched on directly overhead, blinding him. “Good evening, Commander,” a voice said from somewhere out of his sight. T turned hi...

Short story based on sparkieshock's former artwork blog on tumblr "AHHHHHH! AH! AGGGHHHHHH!" Mike screamed as the current lanced through his helpless body. "AGGGHHHHH! AGGGHHHH! AHHHHHHHH!" "Thought you were a man, Mikey?" Greg taunted. "You said you had what it takes," Joe added, frowning in disappointment. Mike had waited until his Sophomore year to tryout for the football team. The university technically allowed Freshmen to join, but he had wanted to build up his body first. He'd succeeded. In his first year and a half on campus, Mike had transformed his scrawny, thin high school body. He sported 16 inch biceps, a 30 inch chest, six pack abs that had all the girls in his classes drooling, and thick, trunk-like quads that propelled him to new personal records on the track. When he'd finally approached the team, things had looked promising. The assistant coaches in charge of recruiting had administered a series of stren...

Chapter 2 Wonder Boy drove his motorcycle hard as he sped down the main highway around the city. He'd looked everywhere, but there was no sign of Captain Purity or the Chastity-Mobile. It was possible the big muscle-car was in stealth mode, and if it was, even Wonder Boy wouldn't be able to locate it. His only hope was for Captain Purity to turn on his locator beacon, and if something had happened to him, he might not be able to! He owed Purity his life. He'd been a homeless teenager, selling his body and his services to survive when Purity had found him in one of Cockmaster's slave houses. Purity had taken him in, given him a purpose, trained his body and mind and entrusted him to be his partner. In the five years since, Wonder Boy had grown into a hero in his own right. Suddenly the screen mounted between his handlebars flickered to life with a city map, and a red blinking indicator at the Waterworks. Purity's beacon! Wonder Boy turned the bike, sliding in...

Captain Purity paused outside the bunker, his enhanced hearing picking up voices inside. With a mighty kick, he bashed in the thick metal door, splintering the hinges. Sure enough, the villains he sought were inside, working with an odd looking machine in the center of the room. "Surrender Cockmaster!" The evil genius known as the Cockmaster was Sin City's most dangerous super-villain. Endowed with the unique ability to harness male sexual energy and gain strength from men's sperm, Cockmaster had long desired to take over the city and turn its male population into his personal slaves. Only Captain Purity and his faithful sidekick Wonder Boy had been able to stop his malevolent plans in the past. The villainous sexual deviant turned, leaving his scantily-clad henchmen to tend the machine, casually brushing his long blond hair behind his ear. He smiled as if not at all surprised at the sudden intrusion. "Well, well, Captain. I wondered how long it would be ...

Birthday Surprise Mitch was waiting in Jared's living room when he came home from work, loving the mix of surprise and excitement in his eyes when he registered the unexpected presence in his apartment. Before Jared could speak, Mitch sauntered over, removing his belt along the way, snapping the leather in his hands while holding his slave's gaze. He moved in close until their bodies were not quite touching. He took Jared's wrists, moving behind him and fastening them together behind his back. Mitch's fingers traced his shoulders, moving around and across his chest, down his body, then slowly removing Jared's own belt. Mitch's lips grazed the skin just beneath the hinge of Jared's jaw, just as the belt popped his muscular ass cheeks in a quick snap, stinging his flesh through his pants. "Kick off your shoes," he ordered. Jared obeyed immediately. Mitch came around and looped the band of leather around Jared's throat, smugly planting a deep ki...