The Telemachus Story Archive

Sweet Cheeks Cafe
Part 2 - Chapters 6-8
By Nox
Email: noxshatteredhonor@gmail.com

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Chapter 6

Avian's world spun around him as the drug took him into a new high. The effects were obvious from his tenting 8' rod that stood erected shamefully. His brain could hardly comprehend the lewd state his body was in.

*Click*

The Essence Extractor came to life. The milking sleeve generated an intense suction on the end of the enlarged penis. Lubrication filled the sleeve as it convulsed around the thick rod. Encased in its moist silicon prison, the hero's powerful member trembled in pleasure. Clear pre-cum started to dribble slowly into the clear tank.

This… Why is my body feeling so good?

"Ohhh.…," the bound hero let out a soft moan as his mind still fogged up. The urge to cum grew rapidly with each stroke of the evil machine. 

"Lucas! It has been a while since we had some fun, are the mise-en-place ready?" asked the confectioner. 

Fighting back on the aphrodisiac, the weakened hunk gritted his teeth and tried to will his erect cock to soften but to no avail. "Argh," he thrashed about in his bounds when he saw Lucas returned with a metal serving cart. Manager Pierce followed beside the hunky waiter, also dressed skimpily in a shirtless collar, cuffs, and black thongs, exposing his own mature sculptured body. 

"Yes, Master Sugarloaf. Everything is prepared for the extraction," grinned Lucas. 

He retrieved two blue popsicles from a fogging icebox and handed one to Pierce. 

"W-what are you doing?" Avian tried to open his groggily eyes as the muscled staff approached his defenseless body. "Get away…" 

Lowering their hands, it was obvious that they were going for his massive tennis-sized balls. The ice-cold popsicle rubbed again his exposed scrotum, sending an icy wave of pleasure through his body. "Ohh… C-crap…" moaned the bound stud as his large nuts were subjected to the icy torture.

"Are you enjoying this? This is my Pop-Pop Popsicle. Through skin absorption, the chemicals can increase your semen production drastically, making your nuts go… Pop!" laughed the Candy Daddy as he stood beside his captive and observed his manly staff working to drive the hero into mad lust.

I c-cannot give in to them. Must resist. Each time I release my essence, I will be weakened even further.

Once his set of treasured balls were covered in the melted blue liquid, his nuts started to burn. They went into overdrive and swelled even bigger in their sack. "No… no… I will never give you my essence," struggled the weary hunk as he tried to resist the intense feelings swelling within him. 

"The cold also makes them incredibly fun to tease with," smirked the evil villain. Pierce and Lucas removed the popsicles from the fully coated balls and placed them on the hero's large brown nipples. 

At the first contact of the ice-cold dessert on his nips, the captive stud tried to stifle his moans. The ice felt intensely numbing yet extremely pleasurable. His dark nipples instantly stood erected. The duo began to circle the popsicles around his sensitive tips, driving the hero madness with ecstasy.

"F-fuckk! Ohh… S-shit," moaned the hero uncontrollably. With the sensational stroking of the machine and the ice teasing on his nipples, the drugged hunk felt his massive balls pulled up towards his body. "Ohh… Can't… Can't hold…"

To seal the hero's fate, Pierce and Lucas latched their warm lips onto each of the hero's man-tits. Both men's heads were wrapped under the cover of the hero's red iconic cowboy jacket as they suckled the delicious tits hungrily. The popsicles rolled down the mounts of his washboard abs as the hero felt like he was literally being devoured from his chest. 

"ARGH!!!" bellowed the hunk as his eyes budged out with pleasure. The drastic change in temperature was intense. The flip of sensations from numbing cold to blissful warmth was too overwhelming that it pushed the hero's libido to the edge.

His flustered face faced the ceiling as his eyes rolled up. His engorged organ throbbed once, twice, and the third time before the release. Thick white cum came gushing out from the mushroom head through the clear tubing and pooling into the Extractor's clear tank. His massive balls continue to churn out another blast of the pure essence and another and another.

He went on until he collapsed from his powerful orgasm. The exhausted hunk hung in his binds, resting his head low, with his chin on his muscular chest. A wave of humiliation washed over the hero. He was drained of his precious essence yet a stirring within him began to enjoy the experience.

The avian hero's first load was much more than Sugarloaf expected. The city protector had cummed more than what a regular man could do in a week. The evil confectioner was hysterical as more evil plans hatched in his mind. Oh, the possibilities…

"My boy," Sugarloaf placed his hands on the worn-out stud's back as if to congratulate him. "Even the Captain didn't give me this much on his first load." 

Still heavily drugged, his mind went racing in shock. "… t-the… The Captain?"

"Oh yes. I don't own him per se. But he had been giving me a good steady supply since I got him. But now, this is worth celebrating. You will be my main super cow now and I intend to own you for as long as your usefulness last."

"I-I am not your cow or whatever…" struggled the tired hero. Thoughts raced his mind as he tried to comprehend their conversation. 

Captain…? Did he mean Captain Solar? The leader of Kant City's Guardian? 

Sugarloaf looked down at the hero's tortured rod. "It looks like it's getting a little soft. Not as enduring huh? No problem, my new super cow."

The evil villain grinned wickedly, "You are so good at anticipating my needs, Lucas." 

Lucas returned with a mason jar of a dark yellow substance. The scantily dressed waiter leaned close to Avian's striking, sweat-soaked face, and whispered, "We are going to have so much fun."  

Avian looked back wearily, "Y-You don't have to listen to him." 

Lucas grinned handsomely and whispered back, "Oh, but… I want to."

With that, he produced a honeycomb stick and dipped it into the thick viscous liquid. 

"I will introduce this. Another one of my innovative creations!" boomed a visibly proud Sugarloaf. "Paradise Honey. It's a key ingredient in your desserts so far. The one that made you warm and tingly? This jar here contains the aphrodisiac in its purest form. It will heighten your sexual desire, pleasure and even might even change your orientation." 

"W-what? I am 100% straight- humf!" the hero was cut off when his cheeks were gripped forcefully by the waiter.

"Also, it also transforms your semen, making it extremely sweet and delicious. Just what I need for my desserts," laughed Sugarloaf. 

With his mouth opened ajar, the waiter unceremoniously stuffed his mouth with the soaked honeycomb stick. The effects of the pure aphrodisiac were at least ten times more potent than those of the éclair. His eyes instantly rolled back into his sockets as his muscular body shuddered violently from the intense pleasure.

S-shit, I must resist… resist. Oh god. My body feels so warm. It feels… It feels good… I need…

Slowly, a dopey smile came over his handsome face as all his mind could think of was sex and more sex. His previously softening dick revigorated and grew to even larger than before. It almost seemed like the honey made his long and thick phallus even bigger. 

With gloved hands, Lucas took extra care not to stain the red hero jacket. Paradise Honey was rubbed all over the hunk's exposed skin, coating his bouncy muscular pec and brown nipples. His bare skin began to take in the poison as the honey soaked into the hero's pores. The drug tackled his nervous system, forcing the body to stutter with pleasure. It seeped into his bloodstream and headed towards various parts of his body, gradually modifying the hunk's physique and mind. 

The intense euphoric heat and relentless stroking of the Extractor quickly edged the moaning avian hero into his second load. "Ohhh… yes..."

Chapter 7

*Slap*

A stinging pain plastered on the drugged hero's exposed bottom. "Argh!" cried out the stud as a red handprint could be seen on the cheek. Sugarloaf smirked cheekily. 

The avian hero's face winced in pain and pleasure. Instinctively, he pulled against his bind but his muscular arms were held fast together above his head. The hero had never been spanked before. How humiliating! 

How… how dare this man spank me? Who the hell does he think he -

Another stinging slap landed on his rear end. This time, the dazed hero struggled to stifle his cry of pain. Amidst his heightened sex drive, pain, shame, and fear slowly crept into his body and mind. Again and again, the Candy Daddy spanked his captive's perfect ass. 

It was getting harder to hold back his cries after about thirty stinging spanks. 

"Stop… please stop!" pleaded flustered Avian as the pain and humiliation overwhelmed him. Tears formed at the corner of the handsome hunk's eyes as his glute felt like they were on fire, glowing a bright red. His cock trembled and twitched with pleasure with each sting on his ass. 

"Call me daddy," whispered Sugarloaf into the hero's ears. "Beg your daddy."

Avian's face flustered even more, "W-what… N-no way in hell." 

"Well, see about that boy," challenged the muscled villain as he proceeded to land another slap on the bouncy bubble butt.

The pain, humiliation, and pleasure started to ingrain into the drugged hero's mind, driving the hunk into submission, making sure that he knows his place with the master in front of him. Each spank began to send an electrifying wave of pain and pleasure, keeping his encased dick rock-hard.

"Argh!" moaned the hero in a mix of pain and pleasure. Jets of white cum shot out of his erected member uncontrollably as he was spanked to ejaculation. The clear tube in his urethra siphoned up the huge load of creamy jizz hungrily into the clear tank, much to the confectioner's delight. 

"Someone's enjoying this more than he should," laughed Sugarloaf. The dazed protector's cheeks reddened in shame as he tried to hide his face.

No… This is too embarrassing. I can't… My body can't be enjoying this.

Lucas presented Sugarloaf with a small sample of the hero's load. Whiffing and tasting the modified essence, the confectioner frowned, "Hmm, just a hint of sweetness. Looks like your body is resisting my honey. Looks like we just need to give you more."

Glancing back defiantly, Avian gritted his teeth in hatred. How dare these people to treat him like livestock! 

"Argh!" cried the hero as another stinging pain slapped onto his swollen butt cheeks. Sugarloaf was not about to let up on spanking his new cow's bubble butt. 

Soon, his ass cheeks were burning so badly that the hunk began to feel numb. Unable to take another slap to his body and ego, he begged in tears, "Please! Stop, no more! Please." 

"Please… who?" teased the Candy Daddy. 

"Please… P-Please…. D-d… Daddy," cried the once-mighty hero as his spirit was shattered from the pain, pleasure, and drugs. "Please stop… Daddy!"

Obviously pleased with himself, Sugarloaf ruffled the broken man's sweat-drenched hair, "That's my boy." 

"Now… will you cum more for me?" asked Sugarloaf. 

Replying through his tears and clogged throat, Avian swallowed hard. "J-just don’t spank me anymore." 

Chapter 8

Lucas proceeded to apply the Paradise Honey on the hero's swollen butt cheeks. The hero winced in pain but it was nothing compared to the devastating blow to his ego from ejaculating constantly to calling his captor "Daddy".

"That would make your butt nice and bouncy again soon," laughed Sugarloaf cross-handed, flexing his bulging biceps. "Also, to keep you hard and sweet all day." 

True to it, the spanking and constant ejaculations had left Avian's spirit broken and his penis flaccid… or at least for the moment. His glutes quickly absorbed the honey and forced his member to its former glory, poisoning his balls and mind further.  

"Alright, I'll be off to settle some business, my dear super cow. In the meantime, Lucas and Pierce will keep you company and prepare you for tonight," laughed Sugarloaf as he left the room. 

"No… No… please…" moaned the drained hunk as he saw the skimpily dressed waiter and café manager approach his bound body. 

Pierce stood by the Essence Extractor, monitoring the reading. With a flick of a switch, he increased the stroking speed onto the hunk's erected rod, renewing a steady stream of the precious pre-cum. 

No… not again. I can't. My balls are…

Avian looked down at his massive balls, still covered in the melted blue liquid.

Why… Why are they still full when I had cum so much? 

Even so, the drugged hero was drained of strength as he hung tiredly in the dead silence as both henchmen prepared for his next ordeal. 

"We got to make sure you are presentable at tonight's event," Lucas appeared with a can of shaving foam. With a swirl of minty foam in his hand, he lathered the hero's muscular torso with a generous amount.  Avian struggled weakly in his binds, knowing that he could not avoid what the waiter had in mind. Like a skillful barber, Lucas pulled out a shaving blade and began trimming the feeble hunk.

Off came the hair from his manly pits, broad muscular chest, and even the little ones around his large brown nipples. The nerdy waiter slid the blade expertly over the hero's erected groin and ass crack, taking care not to nit his master's precious new harvest.

Avian held his breath as Lucas grasped his large balls in his hands. The masochistic waiter marveled at the large family jewels as he felt the powerful organs pulsing in his hands. With extra care, he slowly shaved the massive ball sack clean. 

Finishing with a splash of cold water, the stud was as smooth as a newborn baby. His taut tanned skin seemed to glimmer under the spotlight. Gritting his teeth, the dazed hero cursed, "Y-you guys are sick!"

All the while, the milking sleeve continue to keep the rod nice and moist, cooing out the hero's essence while the waiter cleanly shaved the hunk's body.

Pierce smirked, "Now for the fun bit. The outside has been prepared but we need to make sure the insides are sparkling clean too. After all, hygiene is the most important element in cooking."

"In-inside?" Avian's groggily eyes widened. "What do you mean inside?" 

He got his answer when he felt something pressing against his ass. Lucas was forcing something round into his virgin hole. 

"T-the fuck?! What the hell?" screamed Avian with renewed strength. He could not see what the waiter was doing behind him. He had already been through enough. They are not going to take his cherry too!

In his desperate attempts to clench his tight pucker, Avian managed to keep whatever probing from going in. Lucas sighed, "This could be much easier for you."

With a gloved hand, he dripped a finger in Paradise Honey and circled the dark pink pucker. Tidal wave of pleasure burst from his ass to his mind. The thin sensitive rim was absorbing the poisonous aphrodisiac at an alarming rate, rapidly intoxicating the stud. Avian's mind instantly turned blank from the pleasure. His rim loosened enough for Lucas to push a honey-coated finger in, and another.

Once the rim was coated with the honey, the hero's mind could no longer resist. Forcefully, the round object stretched his tight rim out as it pushed its way through the hole. At its widest point, tears shot out from the corners of Avian's eyes as the drugged-out hunk thought that his body was being split apart. After that turning point, the rest of the ball disappeared quickly into the man's chute as if being sucked in. The hunk howled in pain as he never had anything going in his behind before. 

The object sat within his virginal chute, making him feel tight and full… but somewhat comforting. It was obviously a ball of some sort. Panting heavily from the painful intrusion, he regained a slight sense of consciousness, "W-what… what did you put into me?" 

The hunky café manager held up a clear glass-like ball, sized like a golf ball. Inside, there were colorful sparkles of candy. 

"This. Mister Avian. This is Master Sugarloaf's Sparking Kegel Ball. We need to make sure you are loaded with this to make you sparkling clean," said Pierce as he tossed the glass ball to Lucas. The waiter was already preparing to insert the next ball into his chute. 

Avian rocked his head from side to side, screaming, "NO! Take it out!!" 

With the next ball went in, followed by another and another. Sweat beaded across the worn-out hunk's forehead as his belly felt stretched full with ten golf-sized balls nested in his chute. A strange feeling of fullness comforted him. Each time he shifted in his binds, even slightly, the balls hit against each other, sending waves of euphoria through his ass. He tried to expel them but Lucas made sure what went in stayed in.

Satisfied, the duo took out a tank of fresh milk, mixed with the Paradise Honey. Still dazed and heavily drugged, Avian moaned, "No… what are you doing…?"

Attached to the milking machine, Lucas pulled another tube out of the equipment and inched the nozzle up the muscular hero's filled-up ass.

Milk flowed through the tubing and slowly filled up his already full canals. He could feel the ice-cold milk pushing against his insides, bloating up his ripped belly. His innards quickly absorb the poisonous milk-honey mixture. Overwhelming pleasurable sensations rippled across his body. The glass balls seemed to have gotten smaller as he felt some of them dissolving in the milk. 

"W-what is…" slurred the heavily drugged hero as Lucas removed the nozzle. Excess milk started leaking from his stretched hole down his thick thighs. The hunky waiter quickly shoved a large butt-plug up the hero's loosened hole and stopped the milk from leaking out. Avian winced weakly at the forceful entry. "Urgh…"

Pierce explained with anticipation, "So those Sparking Kegel Balls will slowly dissolve in the milk, releasing its payload into your insides. We filled the balls with our special popping candies that, I assure you, will pop vigorously and endlessly inside you for the next couple of hours."

Avian listened in shock. "What… You are all crazy!!" he screamed as he thrashed about in his bind. He could feel the milk swishing around in his insides. He tried to force the plug out with his sphincter muscles but it was lodged in too tightly. The hunk was filled with a sense of helplessness as he felt the glass balls slowly dissolving within his insides and quickly replaced with a rising pleasure. 

Fizzing and bubbling could be heard as the milk came into contact with the popping candy. Soon, his insides were bursting with explosive waves of sensations as the candies ricocheted within the tight confines of his ass, hitting against his sensitive prostate. The internal fireworks sent ecstatic jolts of pleasure that the hero didn't even know existed. 

"Ohhh... Oh… God!" moaned the avian hero as he tossed his head back with his eyes showing white. The stroking of the milking machine and the rapturing candies were sending him over the edge once more. His body trembled as he inched toward an orgasmic release. "T-this is… too much…"

Pure bliss filled in his vision as he reached the point of no return. He felt his massive balls tighten up as gushes of pure white semen poured from his engorged rod. "OHHHH… Yes…. Y-Yes…"

The tank was filling up even more rapidly than his first ejaculation, with blasts after blasts of warm cum forcefully entering the collection flask. The hero was giving up his essence so quickly that even the urethra tubing could not collect it fast enough. A small stream of semen leaked from his blocked piss slit down his veiny throttling rod.

After what seemed like over twenty thick jets, the white essence slowed down to a dribble again. Avian's head rested on his heaving chest as he struggled to recover from his orgasmic ordeal. His mind was fogged with a new desire to give up his essence continuously. His urge for release continued to grow despite the constant milking. 

His engorged member was still tenting in its clear silicone sleeve. The popping candies continue to ricochet within his inside, sending unpredictable waves of electrifying pleasure. The avian hero was again slowly forced toward another explosive orgasm.

Drenched in his own sweat, the once-powerful hero sorcerer looked up at his captors, visibly drained. Struggling against his internal conflict between his withering will and the lustful effects of the drugs, the hero whimpered, "Please… no more…" 

Pierce glanced at the reading on the Extractor. The sweetness had improved but not enough to meet Sugarloaf's stellar expectations. "It's barely midday, Mister Avian. We will have at least 6 hours of milking before tonight." 

The broken hunk's eyes widened with a mix of fear and despair. He can't take it anymore…

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