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"The Induction Training"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Sanmer

Recently, it was made known a new Super Hero league had been created. Connors didn't expect to become his target so soon, yet there he was, a rhino blasting his way through the walls of an abandoned building in a desperate attempt to escape from the heroes.

Connors went by the name of Demolisher, a villain who was slowly making his way into the criminal world, but clearly wasn't high enough to attract the attention of professional heroes. He tried to rob a bank by simply running into the vault and taking everything he could. It was a good plan, and it didn't surprise him that he got Requiem's attention, a promising rookie that wasn't a threat to him. But then Paladin came in. And Skylance. And Daybreak. And Karate Cobra. And Connors found himself in a situation that even a supervillain would fear.

They had no name yet. They probably didn't need one. Their sheer presence together was enough of a message. Connors feared for his life, despite the rule of "no killing" all superheroes had. It was a survival instinct. There was no glory in a fight against them.

Of course, there was so much he could do. His escape had consumed all the energy from his body and no dose of adrenaline would fix that. The pain from his legs--especially the knees--was already unbearable, and he feared that each step would be the last one. Ramming against concrete walls had never caused him a headache like the one he was feeling at that moment. He was dizzy. His vision got blurred. Each breath felt like sandpaper going down his trachea. Connors tripped and rolled through the floor for several feet.

The rhino made a desperate effort to get up, but his legs couldn't hold his weight anymore. A quick look around revealed the distorted shapes of scaffolding and stacked sacks next to the walls, but nothing was in his reach to use as a weapon. The dust cloud went inside his nostrils and his throat, causing a violent cough that not only gave his position away but also distracted him from the hero team. By the time he perceived his proximity, it was too late to act.

Paladin stepped forward, coming through the dust cloud. The skin-tight spandex suit worn by the unicorn didn't make his appearance less threatening, and his bearing reflected the countless battles fought in his career. Skylance came after, the owl attired in a leather suit and whose eyes were protected by aviator goggles. Daybreak walked in with the graceful moves of a feline, wearing the mysterious white and blue-striped suit he could shape to his will, his face always covered by a latex mask. And Karate Cobra followed, the snake who preferred a more simplistic attire in the shape of a white sleeveless robe with a black belt around his hips, a costume perfect for his fighting style.

4 professionals stood in front of him. When looking at them, Connors couldn't but feel small and weak in comparison. His cargo pants tore apart during the escape, and the X-shaped bandoleers were mere now useless pieces of leather with no bombs left that couldn't even protect his bare chest. Despite how thick his grey skin was by nature, added to the layers of fat and muscle, that wasn't a good defense either. Connors didn't even dare to stand up, scared of being sent to the ground again just by listening to them.

"You gave us a run for our money," Daybreak said.

While their expressions were affable as usual, Connors couldn't ignore the strange aura coming from the group. There was something odd in their eyes, something that didn't feel familiar.

"We must thank you for being considerate enough and not hurting anyone in your way here," Paladin added.

"For a villain, you surely care for the wellbeing of others," Skyline continued.

"You can be good for sssosssiety," Karate Cobra praised.

"And that is a behavior we reward," a mysterious voice said from the shadows.

Connors swallowed and dragged himself further away from the duo. The dust cloud started to dissipate and two slender silhouettes approached. One he recognized as Requiem, that bastard lion who started it all; as for the other one, the rhino had to wait until it got close enough.

The lab coat was the first thing he noticed, a strange choice for that scenario. His long fox ears twitched in response to the pieces of concrete still falling at his back. He took a moment to shake off the dust from his shoulders and the golden hair crowning his head. Slightly smaller than Requiem, the fox leaned his head and greeted Connors with a disarming smile.

"I hope you didn't hurt yourself too much. If needed, Requiem can play something to reduce your pain," the fox suggested.

"It'd be my pleasure," the white lion said. He also took a moment to clean the dust from his black suit.

Connors wasn't sure what to say. At first sight, the fox didn't seem a threat, especially when compared to the superheroes surrounding him. Yet, even with his cordial bearing and charming smile, the rhino couldn't stop himself from thinking he was an even bigger threat than the others. It was something in his presence there that simply didn't fit. He had no suit nor weapons on him. He was physically weak. The fox was a mere mortal with no special qualities. Yet he was there, and by using only two phrases he asserted his dominance over the rest.

"No... I'm fine..." Connors replied out of courtesy and fear of what his silence could provoke. "Are you the boss of these clowns?" He decided to keep at least some of his dignity.

"Huh? Calling myself the boss is a little pretentious to my liking, but I believe it's the right term in practical terms," the fox replied keeping that welcoming slime that made Connors uncomfortable. "My name is Sanmer A. Lemarre. I'm a psychologist. And these clowns, as you called them, I believe they need no presentation."

Gathering what was left of his energy, Connors managed to stand up, although his legs continued shaking under his weight. If there was nowhere to run, he'd at least fight to his last breath.

"And what's next? Are you gonna take me to jail?" He spat on the floor in an attempt to show his bravery.

"Jail? Oh no, I wouldn't do that. Life has proven to me many times how corrupt and useless the system truly is, using criminals as nothing but a way to gain more money through private prisons. I refuse to be a part of it, and I won't allow you to waste your abilities either. There is always another choice. I can save you. I can offer you the second chance you deserve."

Requiem stood forward. When Connors saw the lion drawing a circle in the air with his baton, the rhino prepared for the worse. Instead, a soft and charming melody flooded the chamber. His battle spirit faded immediately, and the exhaustion abandoned his sore body. Connors took a step forward, following the invisible notes as they flew through the air like little butterflies. The fear and anger from before became a thing of the past as the rhino experienced a relaxation he had never felt before, and he couldn't but thank the lion for giving him a chance to listen to it.

As the melody continued, the world around him faded into nothingness, and Connors forget what brought him there in the first place. The notes appeared in the air as multicolor sparks of light, going and down with the melody, and setting Connor into deep relaxation. And he went deeper with each passing second.

He couldn't say for how long that lasted. Only when a strange scent reached his nose, the rhino got aware again of his surroundings. He refused at first, but the musk was so strong that it was getting above the smell of pulverized cement concrete and moist. It brought him back to the ruined chamber, and he started with disbelief at the group of heroes before him.

Everyone but Sanmer and Requiem was completely naked. Not only that, they were jerking off. The affable and heroic expressions were replaced by a visible desperation as they pulled up and down the skin of their already wet cocks. They shamelessly moaned together, and their bodies twitched in a dance the group knew very well. But what bothered Connor the most was they jerked off as if the rhino had disappeared from the room--or as if they had been transported somewhere else.

Those leather and spandex suits had made them sweat a lot already, and that musk combined with the one coming from their cocks filled the room in a matter of seconds. Connor found the smell distracting; they acted more excited under its effect. And while Requiem was too focused on his melody, Sanmer had already a hand over his own crotch, slowly pulling the zipper of his trousers down.

"Wha... what are you doing?" Connor couldn't tell exactly to whom was the question directed, but it was the arctic fox who replied.

"I told you. Helping you. These heroes have been blessed with powers that put them above the average citizen, and thus have a debt to society. Part of this debt is obedience. To both laws and morality. You belong to a sector that refuses to pay such debt. There is resentment in your heart and that's what makes you believe you have the right to attack instead of help. I want to set you free from that resentment, so you could help us make this world better."

His trousers fell and Connor had a good look at his shaft. It was embarrassing to look directly at it, but at the same time, he couldn't stop. He was attracted to its size and the pre coming out from the tip. He saw as Sanmer stood behind Requiem, pulling down his black trousers to reveal the fat cock he had.

"Good, good, don't get distracted. Transfer this pleasure to your song," he said to the lion's ear while his hand closed around his shaft.

While the two of them played alone, the other four heroes continued jerking off, trapped in their own world. Each stroke erased their pride and dignity, reducing them all into mindless sluts addicted to pleasure--or at least that's what Connor thought judging by their faces. They huffed and moaned along with the song Requiem was creating, and their desperation grew as they tried to reach a climax forbidden to them. And yet, there was a spark of happiness in their eyes, proof of how devoted they were to that self-inflicted torture.

"You see it now, right?" Sanmer continued. His hand was already covered by the pre of an excited lion who was struggling to keep a poker face. "They are happy. They love each second of this. No matter how desperate they are, my heroes have found true happiness in this endless circle of edging. But to be part of it, they must obey. Because that's what good heroes do. To pay their debt with society, they must obey."

Before Requiem lost his focus, Sanmer freed his cock and moved back to his side. Sanmer's cock was hard as a rock, with pre dripping constantly from the red tip. It looked so tasty that Connor wanted to be under it to drink it. The rhino shook that thought out of his head, conscious that it wasn't his. He was getting excited by the second, between the imagery and the musk. The rhino knew he had to get out of there immediately and get as far as he could from the fox. But his body refused to follow any order. He was already tired from escaping, and that was making things easier for Sanmer.

"There is no need for you to resist. I won't hurt you. This same pleasure, this happiness, it can be yours too. Don't you like how they look? Don't you wanna feel what they're feeling? Of course you want, I can see it from here."

His boner betrayed him. The leather pants did an outstanding effort to keep his manhood from getting out. It wouldn't be so hard to do what the heroes were doing. It was right there within his reach. Connor whined, using what was left of his strength to resist the urge. But that melody continued playing in his mind, and the musk kept filling his lungs. And whenever he looked at the heroes, he caught a glimpse of that happiness Sanmer was offering him.

"You can take this pleasure. All you gotta do is join us. No more fighting. No more running. No more villainy. All you gotta do is be good and obey."

No. He had to resist. But he couldn't. And he didn't want to. How long had been since the last time he jerked off? And at the prison, it was very uncomfortable. Besides, the heroes were really enjoying it. He could enjoy it too. He wanted to enjoy it too. It was right there... at his reach...

Sanmer helped pull down his zipper. The fox was much smaller than him, yet he took control of the situation with ease. His cock came out when the fox pulled the pants down.

"Resist. Fight. Don't let him continue," he thought.

But Connor did nothing when Sanmer guided his hands to the throbbing cock between his legs.

"Just take a deep breath and relax. It will be all over soon. And you will be in paradise by my side," the fox said.

Connor felt his finger instinctively closing around his cock. He stared at the heroes. They all looked so happy. He wanted to be happy too. He wanted that pleasure too. And he wanted to keep listening to Sanmer's voice. Listen to him and obey.

"Yes. Obey me. Join them. Make me feel proud. And I will make you feel happy."

Connor heard a voice in the distance, one that got further away as soon as he pulled down the skin covering his cock. He stopped caring about it and stared straight at Sanmer's eyes, who couldn't look prouder of the rhino. His fat cock throbbed between his hand and his pre smeared on the fat fingers. And his lungs filled with the intoxicating musk, which now had his own scent added to it.

Sanmer took a deep breath from the same smell and smiled, pleased by it.

"Well done. You are doing great. I will help you become a functional member of society and guide you into using your powers in a positive way. And in exchange, you will obey me. You will do what I tell you without asking questions. Because good heroes obey. And you want to be good. You want to obey. So listen carefully, and enjoy one last climax. Because after today, the pleasure I'm gonna make you feel will be much, much better."

And Connor joined the symphony of moans. He was just another villain successfully rehabilitated by Sanmer.