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The spotted seal hero Selkie fidns himself in a new situation after being captured by a dastardly new villain, will he escape? or will he find more prisoners?

", "writing": "Snoring was what first caught my attention. The sound of snoring wasn’t uncommon back on my ship the Oki mariner, but this sounded different. I tried to ignore the snoring, but it just grew louder.\n\n“Would you knock it off already!” I shout. It stopped the damn snoring. It's too bad I’ve been trapped here for who knows how long, but I wasn’t gonna let some snoring make my capture worse.\n\nOh how I miss my crew. I could never forget their faces as they saw me get pulled under. I could only imagine what they were going through without me, their oh so cute captain Selkie. After a routine mission surveying ocean waters I was pulled under, next thing I knew I woke up here.\n\nWhere was here though exactly? Waking up kidnapped was bad enough, but waking up nude and strung up like some sort of prize was even worse. First time I woke up I screamed and I struggled against my bindings. Blushing at the feeling of the ropes digging into my muscles. I tired myself out before passing out.\n\nNext time I woke up I was wearing some sort of blindfold, and still naked. I felt like this was becoming kinkier and kinkier everytime I woke up. It had been days or probably a week before the snoring started, but this time instead of snoring, came an all too familiar voice.\n\n“What’s happening? Who’s there? Where am I?” The voice of Gang Orca chimed, or should I say Kugo Sakamata. I could already hear the Orca themed hero struggle in his binds. And by the sound of his pained grunts, the ropes did the same on our poor orca here.\n\n“Heya Orca, fancy meeting you here” might as well make small talk while we’re down here. Nothing else to do besides wait with our dicks in our hands, or more likely just dangling like bait and tackle.\n\nTaking a deep breath before sighing loudly, I caught a whiff of something different. Some sort of faint smell lingered in the air. One that felt familiar yet unknown to me at the same time. I know I’ve smelt it before but where? Was it the Orca? Surely not!\n\n“Selkie? Where are we? What happened? I heard you disappeared over a month ago?” A month? Damn it’s been longer than I thought. And missing? Glad at least they didn’t leave me for dead or forgot about me.\n\n“I don’t know old buddy. All I know is I woke up here naked, and strung up. You are too probably” at the mention of my nudity, I could hear orca suddenly shift around and struggle even more. Probably flustered at noticing his own state of undress.\n\n“Wha.? Why are we naked? Who would even want us here? And like this?” Orca said, his struggling still audible albeit less frantic now. I can only imagine him squirming about nude, the image of my fellow hero reduced to a state like my own made me feel hot under the collar, and I could feel my other head reacting in the same way.\n\nI sigh in relief that we both were blindfolded. I wouldn’t want someone else to see me like this, much less my fellow hero in arms. I wonder how he felt about me? Was he thinking of how I looked right now? How these damned ropes were digging into my muscles, how they showed off every curve and every ridge of my spotted seal-like body?\n\nI wonder how he looks? I’ve only seen him in his hero attire, and that white suit does not show anything. I can only imagine what his muscled body looks like in that black orca sheen. How the white probably melds into his underbelly. I wonder what he’s packing between his legs, and how big?\n\nI can already feel a bead of pre-cum forming on the tip of my cock. I felt a warmth forming at my belly and a sudden neediness as I absent-mindedly began to thrust my hips in hopes of finding stimulation. Being stuck down here has made me feel the need for release, some sort of primal instinct rearing itself in the back of my mind. I could only imagine what this place has done to me, and will do to my fellow prisoner.\n\nThe fruitless buckling of my hips was using up my energy as I felt everything around me get muffled. The muffled shouts of a panicking Orca to my left being the last thing I heard before passing out once more, still hard and leaking like a faucet.\n\nThe scent of sandalwood and vanilla filled my sensitive nostrils. Their sharp aroma stirred me from my lust laden slumber. How long was I out this time? Was Orca still with me? My questions were answered when I opened my eyes and realized the blindfold was gone.\n\nI quickly scanned the room, craning my neck as far as the bindings would let me. Metal covered the room from top to bottom. Wrought iron worn from use, something like a ship or a shipping container would have a space like this.\n\nFluorescent lights silently buzzed above us, giving enough light to be able to look around but not enough to see far. Every attempt at moving just seemed to make the rope burn themselves onto me more. They were loose enough to let me move a bit, but not enough to take a look around, as if teasing me of what little freedoms I had.\n\nTaking another look around the room, I saw the still sleeping shape of Gang Orca bound helplessly to my side. How can he sleep so soundly in a place like this? With nothing else to do but “hang around” I opted to finally take a look at Orca, a sight I could never have seen before today.\n\nI could see his body was as black as the night, yet as shiny as rubber. Even with as little light as we had here, it still gave off a sleek sheen that I sometimes saw with actual killer whales in the oceans. Even his majestic dorsal fin shone like some sort of ebony beacon in the darkness. Moving my gaze downwards, my eyes scanned the mountain range that was his muscles.\n\nHis body was like that of a marble statue, each ridge defined and sculpted to near perfection. His white underbelly contrasting with the rest of his shiny black body only gave more attention to the ridges on his torso. With a body like that, why even wear a suit. The formal attire only hid his assets.\n\nI was blushing at this point, the time I’ve spent here getting to my head, making me needy and thirsty. Hungering for the touch of another living being. Yet I persisted, my eyes gazed even lower, finally taking in the sight that was the great Gang Orca’s cock.\n\nI was surprised at first, feeling blood rush to my face. I heard rumors of what he sported down there, and I was even stupid enough to believe some of them. Some people said he had an orca’s penis, or even had two like some aquatic creatures. Yet as he hung there, sleeping snoring and naked, I can definitely say it was like a normal human’s. Albeit a bit of the shinier side akin to the rest of his body.\n\nTaking my sweet time looking I immediately looked to my other side when I saw him stir. Slowly waking up his bulbous orca eyes opening, finally awake. Before I could say anything though, loud laughter echoed around us. It was loud, piercing, and over all not the cute kind of laughter I try when I’m with my crew.\n\n“Oh, how awfully wonderful!” A voice said “I’m glad to see the great Selkie enjoying his new cellmate!”\n\nWith a puff of purple smoke, a new figure stood before us both. Garish was one word to describe how they looked with their bright purple and orange spandex tights. Their yellow beak is accentuated by the bright colors, like the plumage of an overgrown peacock. This stranger may have had a beak for a mouth, yet I knew he was smiling from here.\n\n“Oh how the mighty have fallen” The villain said crocking his head “And shame on you mr hero, taking advantage of our poor little Orca here”\n\nWith that, Orca was now fully awake. And he was blushing as the villain’s hand brushed lightly against his still flaccid member. The sudden touch made him squirm and made his cock bounce in anticipation. I never knew Orca could blush so much.\n\n“No, Orca, Don’t believe a word they’re saying” I say before I felt something similar to my bindings wrap itself around my face, closing my mouth. Trying to say more only elicited muted muffles from me and more laughter from our captor.\n\nI could only do nothing but angrily glare at our captor as he made his way to Orca. One hand going along Orca’s dorsal fin from tip to base in a sensual manner, all the while he was slowly tracing lines along the crotch of his tightening spandex suit. Our captor was some sort of villain licking his lips at the sight of his “catch of the day”.\n\n“Now you may be wondering what you two are doing here? And where exactly is “here” you might be wondering” The villain starts explaining, letting go of Orca’s big black shiny fin “You see, I’m what you would call a collector”\n\nMoving away in a flurry of purple spandex and a flurry of hands. A resounding clap escaped the villain’s hands as multiple monitors began to slowly fall from new openings along the wall behind him. Each screen dead black and showing back our naked reflection back at us. It took me all the power I had left just to not look away in shame with how I looked.\n\nPeering into the inky blackness of the dead screens only seemed to further remind me of my fellow captive. Their black sheen showing some sort of kinship in this dimly lit room. I wondered how he was only holding up and trying to look in his direction, only for a coil of rope to grab me by the jaw and lead my gaze back to the screens.\n\n“No looking away big guy, not yet anyway” The villain said as he trained my eyes on the screens that have sprung to life. Spirals of purple and yellow began to move about from the screen. I could only imagine this was some sort of hypnosis and immediately shut my eyes.\n\nYet the feeling of a feathered hand squeezing at my nethers made me open my eyes quicker than I would like to admit. I felt his feathered hands grope and fondle at my helpless balls. Each motion of his digits emphasized our helplessness, and I could do nothing but comply, I could do nothing but listen.\n\n“Now that the screens have your attention” the villain said finally letting go of my family jewels “I can leave you to it”\n\nAnd with another puff of smoke, the smell of vanilla and sandalwood filled the room once more. The villain was gone, leaving me and the orca to bathe in the screens’ yellow light. We had to get out of here before that pervert decides to come back!\n\nAs soon as the madman left, I felt the rope around my mouth slacken just a bit. That may just be a clue as to what his quirk was. Was it like Best Jeanist’s quirk? But with rope? I don’t know, and heck, right now I don’t care. I just need to get Orca’s attention.\n\n“Psst Orca! Hey Orca!” I call out to my fellow prisoner “We have to get out of here! Got any Ideas mr. big shot?” Yet it seemed my calls fell on deaf ears; wait did orcas’ have ears? I could already see a line of drool dripping from his chin, his mouth slightly agape mouthing some words I couldn’t make out.\n\n*Let go. Obey. Listen. Falter*\n\nIt seems it was up to me to get us out of this mess. I try to take stock of the room once more, the yellow light giving me a bit more to work with but not much. I could see a vent this time and a few uneven grooves of metal but nothing else. Trying to listen for any changes in sound around us only revealed there were tiny speakers embedded into the walls as I heard the villain’s voice chime in every so often with words like submit, and falter.\n\n*Let go. Obey. Listen. Falter*\n\nIt seems struggling was the only option left since I was still strung up like meat at a deli. I persisted, I struggled, I felt the ropes burn themselves onto my lightly furred skin. Their deep red marks etched onto my seal-like body scored a reminder into my very being of my capture and helplessness. Yet as I struggled, I could only feel myself losing strength, and hope.\n\n*Let go. Obey. Listen. Falter*\n\nMaybe I should let go. Maybe I should obey. Listening is sounding good right about now. What does it even mean to falter really? What does escape mean if I can’t even escape these ropes? I should give up right here and now. Just follow those deranged birds' words.\n\n*Let go. Obey. Listen. Falter*\n\nOrca seems to have taken that advice already as I notice a dumb looking smile spread across his face as it bathed in the screens’ light all around us. Sooner rather than later, I felt a similar stupid smiley grin plastered all over my face as the words that kept repeating louder and louder pounded their intent into my skull. Let go. Obey. Listen. Falter\n\nThe sound of the new mantra was interrupted by the wall in front of us parting revealing the villain once more. Smiling with an air of confidence, he sets a hand on each of us, one hand on a shoulder, all before looking us straight in the eyes.\n\n*Let go. Obey. Listen. Falter*\n\nThe ropes holding Orca and me in place suddenly began to move as if they were alive. Each coil like a tentacle, hoisting us upward, supporting\n\n“I am so happy you two have finally accepted your places here” Genuine joy seeping from the villain’s voice, palpable in every word “OH and one more thing, I forgot to introduce myself, I am the Stringed Seducer. But you’ll soon know my name to be master, your new master specifically”\n\n“And as your new master, I have some ground rules to set. Namely one rule” suddenly his hands went down below our legs and began to play with our members. The sudden stimulation was welcome, as I felt pre begin to leak from my member, and Orca seemed to like it too, practically panting like a puppy.\n\n“Toys like you two only speak when I tell you to speak, understand?” I frantically nodded as I felt his hand go faster going from base to tip, his hand unable to properly wrap around the girth of my rod.\n\n“Understand, my pets?” Master asks, no stroking this time. Calling us pets only gave me one idea how to respond, and it seems it was the right choice. I barked like an eager pup, I'm sure if I had a tail it might even have been wagging. Orca followed toute-suite in the barking, his large orca tail flapping about, which was as cute as it was embarrassing.\n\n“Good, very good” This time his hands went below our chins, scratching like you would your pet dog. “Now to accessorize my new pets, can’t be having you looking like this now can I?” With that “master” turned around, opening some sort of hidden compartment in the wall.\n\n“I have just the thing for my new pets” With that, “master wrapped something cool and hard around my neck. A collar of some sort, I heard an audible click as it locked in place and immediately felt its weight. I felt my breathing become shallow and ragged, the new accessory probably causing me to take in less air lest I pant like a dog just to survive.\n\n“Seems Orca needs something a bit bigger” He said, discarding a similar collar to the one around my neck when it was unable to make leeway around the other hero’s large fin. I couldn’t think but be jealous of having a free neckline. Yet my envy is short lived as I saw some sort of metal contraption fitted over Orca’s now flaccid member.\n\n“Looks like someone’s a bit jealous” I hear after finally noticing what was on Orca, It was a chastity cage! Suddenly “master’s” hands were on me, sliding down my pecs to my crotch. The sudden feeling of a cold ring of metal being fitted on the base of my member made me yelp. Yet the cold of the ring at the base was nothing compared to the cold I felt on the head of my member.\n\nThe metal felt like it just came out of the freezer. The sheer lack of heat made my member shrink away from its cold grasp, which only helped in trapping it. Soon with another loud audible click, I felt the metal tube make contact with the ring on my cock, locking itself in place.\n\nI never felt as confined as I had in that moment, to not only lose my ability to move but also to get hard. The sight of the equally bound and naked Orca made my member react, yet only in futility. I could feel as blood rushed to my cock in an attempt to harden, only for its new metal prison to deny its freedom.\n\nI couldn’t help but notice Orca’s cage twitch much like my own, feebly and in a fruitless endeavor. I wonder how I looked to an S rank hero like him. Did I look like a hero? Was I cute? Or was I hot hoisted up like a toy on display with my legs spread.\n\n“Now repeat after me boys!” our captor said, now bringing forth a new larger screen. This time words were on it.\n\n“I am not a hero”\n\nWithout even realizing it, I repeat those words. I felt some toy slip into my ass, spreading it. I felt a tapered tip that was akin to an avian’s.\n\n“I am a toy”\n\nAs if by instinct, I could do nothing but read aloud the words on screen. As I read the words aloud, I felt the toy move around in my ass, spreading it. Every word is emphasized by a sizable thrust.\n\n“My mind is broken”\n\nIt seems Orca was faring no better as I heard him read aloud with me. Vibrations came next, the rod in my ass began to reverberate with my words. “Master’s” sadistic sign that I was doing good taking the entire thing.\n\n“My cock is locked”\n\nIf anything, I’m sure these words on screen were true. I felt my cage vibrate just like the faux cock in my ass. Its vibrations are a torrid reminder of my caged cocks' uselessness.\n\n“I feel nothing”\n\nRight? I do feel nothing, like I am nothing. I am nothing but a toy, an object.\n\n“I am an object”\n\nWhat is a hero? I’m no hero, I'm the master's new toy! After this revelation, the words seemed to repeat themselves, and we obliged and read them again, and again, and again. Like a puppet on a string, I could do nothing but go through the motions, to feel all he wanted me to feel. A toy with no other purpose but to be played with, to be toyed with, a tool.\n\n“I am not a hero”\n“I am a toy”\n“My mind is broken”\n“My cock is locked”\n“I feel nothing”\n“I am an object”\n“I am not a hero”\n“I am a toy “\n“My mind is broken…”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Snoring was what first caught my attention. The sound of snoring wasn’t uncommon back on my ship the Oki mariner, but this sounded different. I tried to ignore the snoring, but it just grew louder.

“Would you knock it off already!” I shout. It stopped the damn snoring. It's too bad I’ve been trapped here for who knows how long, but I wasn’t gonna let some snoring make my capture worse.

Oh how I miss my crew. I could never forget their faces as they saw me get pulled under. I could only imagine what they were going through without me, their oh so cute captain Selkie. After a routine mission surveying ocean waters I was pulled under, next thing I knew I woke up here.

Where was here though exactly? Waking up kidnapped was bad enough, but waking up nude and strung up like some sort of prize was even worse. First time I woke up I screamed and I struggled against my bindings. Blushing at the feeling of the ropes digging into my muscles. I tired myself out before passing out.

Next time I woke up I was wearing some sort of blindfold, and still naked. I felt like this was becoming kinkier and kinkier everytime I woke up. It had been days or probably a week before the snoring started, but this time instead of snoring, came an all too familiar voice.

“What’s happening? Who’s there? Where am I?” The voice of Gang Orca chimed, or should I say Kugo Sakamata. I could already hear the Orca themed hero struggle in his binds. And by the sound of his pained grunts, the ropes did the same on our poor orca here.

“Heya Orca, fancy meeting you here” might as well make small talk while we’re down here. Nothing else to do besides wait with our dicks in our hands, or more likely just dangling like bait and tackle.

Taking a deep breath before sighing loudly, I caught a whiff of something different. Some sort of faint smell lingered in the air. One that felt familiar yet unknown to me at the same time. I know I’ve smelt it before but where? Was it the Orca? Surely not!

“Selkie? Where are we? What happened? I heard you disappeared over a month ago?” A month? Damn it’s been longer than I thought. And missing? Glad at least they didn’t leave me for dead or forgot about me.

“I don’t know old buddy. All I know is I woke up here naked, and strung up. You are too probably” at the mention of my nudity, I could hear orca suddenly shift around and struggle even more. Probably flustered at noticing his own state of undress.

“Wha.? Why are we naked? Who would even want us here? And like this?” Orca said, his struggling still audible albeit less frantic now. I can only imagine him squirming about nude, the image of my fellow hero reduced to a state like my own made me feel hot under the collar, and I could feel my other head reacting in the same way.

I sigh in relief that we both were blindfolded. I wouldn’t want someone else to see me like this, much less my fellow hero in arms. I wonder how he felt about me? Was he thinking of how I looked right now? How these damned ropes were digging into my muscles, how they showed off every curve and every ridge of my spotted seal-like body?

I wonder how he looks? I’ve only seen him in his hero attire, and that white suit does not show anything. I can only imagine what his muscled body looks like in that black orca sheen. How the white probably melds into his underbelly. I wonder what he’s packing between his legs, and how big?

I can already feel a bead of pre-cum forming on the tip of my cock. I felt a warmth forming at my belly and a sudden neediness as I absent-mindedly began to thrust my hips in hopes of finding stimulation. Being stuck down here has made me feel the need for release, some sort of primal instinct rearing itself in the back of my mind. I could only imagine what this place has done to me, and will do to my fellow prisoner.

The fruitless buckling of my hips was using up my energy as I felt everything around me get muffled. The muffled shouts of a panicking Orca to my left being the last thing I heard before passing out once more, still hard and leaking like a faucet.

The scent of sandalwood and vanilla filled my sensitive nostrils. Their sharp aroma stirred me from my lust laden slumber. How long was I out this time? Was Orca still with me? My questions were answered when I opened my eyes and realized the blindfold was gone.

I quickly scanned the room, craning my neck as far as the bindings would let me. Metal covered the room from top to bottom. Wrought iron worn from use, something like a ship or a shipping container would have a space like this.

Fluorescent lights silently buzzed above us, giving enough light to be able to look around but not enough to see far. Every attempt at moving just seemed to make the rope burn themselves onto me more. They were loose enough to let me move a bit, but not enough to take a look around, as if teasing me of what little freedoms I had.

Taking another look around the room, I saw the still sleeping shape of Gang Orca bound helplessly to my side. How can he sleep so soundly in a place like this? With nothing else to do but “hang around” I opted to finally take a look at Orca, a sight I could never have seen before today.

I could see his body was as black as the night, yet as shiny as rubber. Even with as little light as we had here, it still gave off a sleek sheen that I sometimes saw with actual killer whales in the oceans. Even his majestic dorsal fin shone like some sort of ebony beacon in the darkness. Moving my gaze downwards, my eyes scanned the mountain range that was his muscles.

His body was like that of a marble statue, each ridge defined and sculpted to near perfection. His white underbelly contrasting with the rest of his shiny black body only gave more attention to the ridges on his torso. With a body like that, why even wear a suit. The formal attire only hid his assets.

I was blushing at this point, the time I’ve spent here getting to my head, making me needy and thirsty. Hungering for the touch of another living being. Yet I persisted, my eyes gazed even lower, finally taking in the sight that was the great Gang Orca’s cock.

I was surprised at first, feeling blood rush to my face. I heard rumors of what he sported down there, and I was even stupid enough to believe some of them. Some people said he had an orca’s penis, or even had two like some aquatic creatures. Yet as he hung there, sleeping snoring and naked, I can definitely say it was like a normal human’s. Albeit a bit of the shinier side akin to the rest of his body.

Taking my sweet time looking I immediately looked to my other side when I saw him stir. Slowly waking up his bulbous orca eyes opening, finally awake. Before I could say anything though, loud laughter echoed around us. It was loud, piercing, and over all not the cute kind of laughter I try when I’m with my crew.

“Oh, how awfully wonderful!” A voice said “I’m glad to see the great Selkie enjoying his new cellmate!”

With a puff of purple smoke, a new figure stood before us both. Garish was one word to describe how they looked with their bright purple and orange spandex tights. Their yellow beak is accentuated by the bright colors, like the plumage of an overgrown peacock. This stranger may have had a beak for a mouth, yet I knew he was smiling from here.

“Oh how the mighty have fallen” The villain said crocking his head “And shame on you mr hero, taking advantage of our poor little Orca here”

With that, Orca was now fully awake. And he was blushing as the villain’s hand brushed lightly against his still flaccid member. The sudden touch made him squirm and made his cock bounce in anticipation. I never knew Orca could blush so much.

“No, Orca, Don’t believe a word they’re saying” I say before I felt something similar to my bindings wrap itself around my face, closing my mouth. Trying to say more only elicited muted muffles from me and more laughter from our captor.

I could only do nothing but angrily glare at our captor as he made his way to Orca. One hand going along Orca’s dorsal fin from tip to base in a sensual manner, all the while he was slowly tracing lines along the crotch of his tightening spandex suit. Our captor was some sort of villain licking his lips at the sight of his “catch of the day”.

“Now you may be wondering what you two are doing here? And where exactly is “here” you might be wondering” The villain starts explaining, letting go of Orca’s big black shiny fin “You see, I’m what you would call a collector”

Moving away in a flurry of purple spandex and a flurry of hands. A resounding clap escaped the villain’s hands as multiple monitors began to slowly fall from new openings along the wall behind him. Each screen dead black and showing back our naked reflection back at us. It took me all the power I had left just to not look away in shame with how I looked.

Peering into the inky blackness of the dead screens only seemed to further remind me of my fellow captive. Their black sheen showing some sort of kinship in this dimly lit room. I wondered how he was only holding up and trying to look in his direction, only for a coil of rope to grab me by the jaw and lead my gaze back to the screens.

“No looking away big guy, not yet anyway” The villain said as he trained my eyes on the screens that have sprung to life. Spirals of purple and yellow began to move about from the screen. I could only imagine this was some sort of hypnosis and immediately shut my eyes.

Yet the feeling of a feathered hand squeezing at my nethers made me open my eyes quicker than I would like to admit. I felt his feathered hands grope and fondle at my helpless balls. Each motion of his digits emphasized our helplessness, and I could do nothing but comply, I could do nothing but listen.

“Now that the screens have your attention” the villain said finally letting go of my family jewels “I can leave you to it”

And with another puff of smoke, the smell of vanilla and sandalwood filled the room once more. The villain was gone, leaving me and the orca to bathe in the screens’ yellow light. We had to get out of here before that pervert decides to come back!

As soon as the madman left, I felt the rope around my mouth slacken just a bit. That may just be a clue as to what his quirk was. Was it like Best Jeanist’s quirk? But with rope? I don’t know, and heck, right now I don’t care. I just need to get Orca’s attention.

“Psst Orca! Hey Orca!” I call out to my fellow prisoner “We have to get out of here! Got any Ideas mr. big shot?” Yet it seemed my calls fell on deaf ears; wait did orcas’ have ears? I could already see a line of drool dripping from his chin, his mouth slightly agape mouthing some words I couldn’t make out.

*Let go. Obey. Listen. Falter*

It seems it was up to me to get us out of this mess. I try to take stock of the room once more, the yellow light giving me a bit more to work with but not much. I could see a vent this time and a few uneven grooves of metal but nothing else. Trying to listen for any changes in sound around us only revealed there were tiny speakers embedded into the walls as I heard the villain’s voice chime in every so often with words like submit, and falter.

*Let go. Obey. Listen. Falter*

It seems struggling was the only option left since I was still strung up like meat at a deli. I persisted, I struggled, I felt the ropes burn themselves onto my lightly furred skin. Their deep red marks etched onto my seal-like body scored a reminder into my very being of my capture and helplessness. Yet as I struggled, I could only feel myself losing strength, and hope.

*Let go. Obey. Listen. Falter*

Maybe I should let go. Maybe I should obey. Listening is sounding good right about now. What does it even mean to falter really? What does escape mean if I can’t even escape these ropes? I should give up right here and now. Just follow those deranged birds' words.

*Let go. Obey. Listen. Falter*

Orca seems to have taken that advice already as I notice a dumb looking smile spread across his face as it bathed in the screens’ light all around us. Sooner rather than later, I felt a similar stupid smiley grin plastered all over my face as the words that kept repeating louder and louder pounded their intent into my skull. Let go. Obey. Listen. Falter

The sound of the new mantra was interrupted by the wall in front of us parting revealing the villain once more. Smiling with an air of confidence, he sets a hand on each of us, one hand on a shoulder, all before looking us straight in the eyes.

*Let go. Obey. Listen. Falter*

The ropes holding Orca and me in place suddenly began to move as if they were alive. Each coil like a tentacle, hoisting us upward, supporting

“I am so happy you two have finally accepted your places here” Genuine joy seeping from the villain’s voice, palpable in every word “OH and one more thing, I forgot to introduce myself, I am the Stringed Seducer. But you’ll soon know my name to be master, your new master specifically”

“And as your new master, I have some ground rules to set. Namely one rule” suddenly his hands went down below our legs and began to play with our members. The sudden stimulation was welcome, as I felt pre begin to leak from my member, and Orca seemed to like it too, practically panting like a puppy.

“Toys like you two only speak when I tell you to speak, understand?” I frantically nodded as I felt his hand go faster going from base to tip, his hand unable to properly wrap around the girth of my rod.

“Understand, my pets?” Master asks, no stroking this time. Calling us pets only gave me one idea how to respond, and it seems it was the right choice. I barked like an eager pup, I'm sure if I had a tail it might even have been wagging. Orca followed toute-suite in the barking, his large orca tail flapping about, which was as cute as it was embarrassing.

“Good, very good” This time his hands went below our chins, scratching like you would your pet dog. “Now to accessorize my new pets, can’t be having you looking like this now can I?” With that “master” turned around, opening some sort of hidden compartment in the wall.

“I have just the thing for my new pets” With that, “master wrapped something cool and hard around my neck. A collar of some sort, I heard an audible click as it locked in place and immediately felt its weight. I felt my breathing become shallow and ragged, the new accessory probably causing me to take in less air lest I pant like a dog just to survive.

“Seems Orca needs something a bit bigger” He said, discarding a similar collar to the one around my neck when it was unable to make leeway around the other hero’s large fin. I couldn’t think but be jealous of having a free neckline. Yet my envy is short lived as I saw some sort of metal contraption fitted over Orca’s now flaccid member.

“Looks like someone’s a bit jealous” I hear after finally noticing what was on Orca, It was a chastity cage! Suddenly “master’s” hands were on me, sliding down my pecs to my crotch. The sudden feeling of a cold ring of metal being fitted on the base of my member made me yelp. Yet the cold of the ring at the base was nothing compared to the cold I felt on the head of my member.

The metal felt like it just came out of the freezer. The sheer lack of heat made my member shrink away from its cold grasp, which only helped in trapping it. Soon with another loud audible click, I felt the metal tube make contact with the ring on my cock, locking itself in place.

I never felt as confined as I had in that moment, to not only lose my ability to move but also to get hard. The sight of the equally bound and naked Orca made my member react, yet only in futility. I could feel as blood rushed to my cock in an attempt to harden, only for its new metal prison to deny its freedom.

I couldn’t help but notice Orca’s cage twitch much like my own, feebly and in a fruitless endeavor. I wonder how I looked to an S rank hero like him. Did I look like a hero? Was I cute? Or was I hot hoisted up like a toy on display with my legs spread.

“Now repeat after me boys!” our captor said, now bringing forth a new larger screen. This time words were on it.

“I am not a hero”

Without even realizing it, I repeat those words. I felt some toy slip into my ass, spreading it. I felt a tapered tip that was akin to an avian’s.

“I am a toy”

As if by instinct, I could do nothing but read aloud the words on screen. As I read the words aloud, I felt the toy move around in my ass, spreading it. Every word is emphasized by a sizable thrust.

“My mind is broken”

It seems Orca was faring no better as I heard him read aloud with me. Vibrations came next, the rod in my ass began to reverberate with my words. “Master’s” sadistic sign that I was doing good taking the entire thing.

“My cock is locked”

If anything, I’m sure these words on screen were true. I felt my cage vibrate just like the faux cock in my ass. Its vibrations are a torrid reminder of my caged cocks' uselessness.

“I feel nothing”

Right? I do feel nothing, like I am nothing. I am nothing but a toy, an object.

“I am an object”

What is a hero? I’m no hero, I'm the master's new toy! After this revelation, the words seemed to repeat themselves, and we obliged and read them again, and again, and again. Like a puppet on a string, I could do nothing but go through the motions, to feel all he wanted me to feel. A toy with no other purpose but to be played with, to be toyed with, a tool.

“I am not a hero”
“I am a toy”
“My mind is broken”
“My cock is locked”
“I feel nothing”
“I am an object”
“I am not a hero”
“I am a toy “
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