The following story is an erotic fantasy story involving He-Man, the most powerful man in the universe. It takes place during the 1987 film immediately after He-Man has submitted himself to Skeletor in order to save his friends. It involves depictions of sex performed by the superhero. If this subject matter offends, then stop reading this page now. He-Man and characters are trademarks of and copyright Mattel.
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He-Man Enslaved
And so it was that He-Man willingly submitted himself to Skeletor, so that his friends, Teela, Julie, Kevin, and Gwildor, would go free. He knew he was doing the right thing -- the heroic thing -- by insisting on the release of his friends, but as Skeletor's guards placed manacles on the half-naked hero's arms, a sinking feeling rose in the pit of He-Man's stomach.
Skeletor cackled and gloated as he watched the most powerful man in the universe be chained before him.
"He-Man, you are now mine, to do with as I see fit. All the power in Eternia is mine at last."
"Blayde! Bring forth the sword!"
Blayde, Skeletor's hunky, bald henchman, delivered the sword to Skeletor.
"Mine!" Skeletor whispered, as he took the Power Sword in his bony hand.
"Our life-long battle has at last ended, He-Man... the only way it could. The people of Eternia will now see you kneel before me."
At that, He-Man stepped forward and exclaimed, "I'll never kneel before you!"
Skeletor's guards held He-Man back as Skeletor shouted, "Yes you will! Or I shall wreak unforgettable harm on you."
At a gesture from Skeletor, Blayde approached He-Man, his electro-whip in hand. The bald henchman swung back his arm and then, with great force, swung the whip forward, striking He-Man's bare, sweat-covered back. Evil-lyn, Garn, and Jitsu looked on from the sidelines, smirking as their hated enemy received punishment for his disobedience.
"Again!" Skeletor cried, although Blayde needed no encouragement. He had already swung his arm back for another lash. The blow landed painfully between He-Man's shoulder blades, sending an electric shock through the cruel lash.
"Again!"
Blayde rained blow after blow down upon the hunky blond hero, covering his back in lash-marks. Ten, twenty, then thirty lashes.
"Enough!" Skeletor commanded. "Now, He-Man. Will you kneel before me?"
"Never," He-Man gasped.
"I might remind you, He-Man... I still have your friend, the Sorceress. If you do not do as I say... she will die... painfully."
The reality of Skeletor's words gradually sunk in, as He-Man realized he had no choice at this time but to truly submit to his fiendish foe. After a very long pause, He-Man slowly, inexorably, lowered himself to his knees, a position which felt quite unnatural for Eternia's most powerful man.
If Skeletor had had lips, he would have smiled. His henchmen, however, suffered no such disability, as they positively gloated over He-Man's defeat.
"That's right, asshole," Jitsu taunted. "Kneel before your masters." The golden-armed evil warrior spat at the Hero of Eternia.
"You're a slave, now, He-Man," Blayde joined in. "You better start acting like it."
Skeletor's evil cackle sounded throughout the throne room.
"Just for now," He-Man whispered to himself. "Until I can rescue the Sorceress."
"Guards!" Skeletor bellowed. "Take my new slave to the dungeons. Blayde! Garn! Jitsu! Accompany our new 'guest' to his new chambers! And remember, He-Man, I hold the Sorceress' life in my hands. Any attempt to escape, any disobedience whatsoever from you, and I will end her life."
The three henchmen bowed to Skeletor and then half-carried, half-dragged the chained heroic warrior from the throne room, accompanied by a phalanx of guards. He-Man kept an eye out for escape as he was led to the dungeons, but no escape route looked foolproof, and he was unwilling to risk the Sorceress' life.
The three evil warriors led He-Man down into the roots of the fortress, at last coming to the dungeons, where they led him into a bare cell.
"Welcome home, He-Man," Blayde said in a mocking voice. "Gee, I sure hope the accomodations are to your liking."
"Yeah, let us know if you need a mint on your pillow," laughed Garn.
"No luxuries like that down here, He-Man," Jitsu said. "Just a cold, bare cell floor," he added, as he pushed He-Man down onto the cold bedrock floor.
"Don't worry, He-Man," Garn mocked, running his black gloved hand through He-Man's golden hair. "We'll keep you company for a while. Wow, He-Man... you sure do have purty hair. Long and curled, just like a girl's. So pretty."
Jitsu and Blayde laughed as Garn continued mussing He-Man's hair.
"Now that you mention it," Blayde replied, "It does look like a girl's haircut. Kinda fruity, actually."
"Are you a fruit, He-Man?" Garn asked.
"No," He-Man glowered.
"Are you sure, He-Man?" Garn questioned. "That long hair... is that a perm? Sure looks faggoty to me."
"You're right, Garn," Blayde said. "No self-respecting man gets a perm. I think He-Man's actually a homo. All this time, I feared this guy, and it turns out he's fruitier than a bag of apples!"
"I'm not gay," He-Man spat. "Not that there's anything wrong with it. In this day and age, we can all live in harmony..."
"Would you listen to this homo?" Jitsu said incredulously. "Spouting that gay garbage! Now you listen up: I won't listen to that fruity 1980s Public Service Announcement bullshit. You homos are sick and perverted. Were you just checking out my crotch?"
"No!" He-Man protested.
"Oh, I saw that, too," Garn said. "The faggot was totally eyeing your crotch, Jitsu."
"No, I was..."
"Shut it, you pansy-ass mutherfucker", Jitsu snarled. "I saw you looking. Don't deny it. Since you wanna see my cock so bad, I'll show you my cock!" Jitsu opened his loincloth, revealing his large, flaccid prick.
"You like what you see, He-Man?" Jitsu taunted. "Why don't you give it a kiss? You know you wanna."
"Go on, He-Man," Blayde ordered. "Kiss Jitsu's prick, just like in your dreams."
The three musclebound warriors cajoled and taunted the heroic warrior, urging him over and over to kiss Jitsu's dick. Garn even grabbed He-Man by the hair, and pushed He-Man's head to within inches of Jitsu's cock.
"Come on, faggot," Jitsu ordered. "Kiss it. Do it now. You wouldn't want us to tell Skeletor you weren't behaving in your cell, now would you? Your friend the Sorceress would suffer..."
The threat of harm to his friend made He-Man's decision for him. He couldn't risk harm to her. Slowly, reluctantly, He-Man leaned forward and kissed Jitsu's big prick.
"That's right, plant your lips on the tip. Yeah, that feels really good," Jitsu said. "Don't stop, He-Man. Make love to my dick."
To He-Man's horror, Jitsu's cock was lengthening, growing hard as the most powerful man in the universe rubbed his lips across the golden-armed stud's growing fuckmuscle.
"That's it, baby. Show your new master a good time," Jitsu groaned. "Nuzzle it, bitch. That's the way."
He-Man felt himself pressing his heroic lips against the head of Jitsu's cock, then nuzzling and nibbling his way up toward Jitsu's pubes. The evil master of martial arts used his golden hand to slowly push He-man's head back down towards his rising cock-head, wordlessly urging the hunky hero back to the tip.
"Now open that sweet mouth of yours, He-Man," Jitsu ordered. "And take me into your mouth."
He-Man was powerless to resist, as Jitsu pushed down on the back of He-Man's head, slowly guiding his big, 8-inch boner into He-Man's mouth.
"Take it in, bitch," Jitsu breathed. "Take it all in. Shit. Now start sucking on it like a fucking lollipop. Yeah, that's it. You're a fuckin' natural. You sure you haven't done this before?
He-Man tried to ignore the taunts and backhanded compliments, realizing the sooner he finished Jitsu off, the sooner his ordeal would be over. It was hard to do, with the three men constantly making crude comments, insults, and degrading, humiliating remarks.
"Suck that pecker!" Blayde shouted.
"Make an O-shape with your mouth," Garn said. "That's it."
"Keep licking and sucking," Jitsu commanded. "Oh yeah, baby. Right there. Oh fuck. Ohhhh fuck. Rub that faggot tongue under my prick. Damn that feels good. Keep going, fucker. Shhhhhhhhiiitt!"
The three men continued making catcalls and lewd comments as He-Man blew Jitsu; he was called an asswipe, a pussy, a cumsucker, a goolicker, a rodlapper, a dicknuzzler, a pantywaist and a whore, among many other insults, as nearly an hour passed, while He-man continued orally servicing the evil oriental master of martial arts. At last, it seemed as if Jitsu could hold out no longer.
"Blow me, faggot! Aw fuck! Aw fuck! FUUUUCCCKKKK!!!" Jitsu exclaimed, as he began ejaculating in He-Man's mouth. "I'm cuuuummmming!" he gasped, as he began filling the heroic warrior's mouth with thick white baby batter. "Take my load you cocksucking bitch!" he ordered. "Swallow it, you pansy-ass motherfucker!"
As He-Man dutifully complied, swallowing the disgusting semen load, he pulled off Jitsu's prick to a round of applause.
"That was awesome, man," Blayde said, patting Jitsu on the back. "You really showed that faggot who's the master."
"Yeah, congratulations," Garn agreed. "That queer nearly went cross-eyed trying to swallow all your cumload. Didn't you, SHE-man?" he said, turning to the disgraced warrior kneeling between them.
The three men laughed at Garn's 'clever' word-play on He-Man's name.
"In fact, you disgusting, miserable pansy-assed cocksucker, you did so well blowing Jitsu that I'm going to allow you the pleasure of servicing my cock next," Garn said. "Now get to work!" he snapped.
To be continued...