He-Man in the Labyrinth Chapter 2: Master of Another Slab Evan Andrews 2024
This is a fan fiction.
I was never the big Masters of the Universe fanboy. I was too old at the time it came out. (And face it, the cheap 2D animation wasn't that much of a turn on.) But given the staying power of the lead character in the collective imagination, I suppose I had to visit him in a story eventually.
I don't own the rights to Masters of the Universe or to He-Man. This is just a fantasy. But, this story should in no way be considered a true representation of the sexuality of either the character or any actor that has portrayed him.
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He-Man woke to pain.
For a moment, the hero imagined Skeletor's dildo of the damned still violated his (no longer virgin) ass, but no. That felt different. The Key's erotic agony was absent. Instead, a hard flesh and blood cock had taken its place, and instead of simply possessing him, this shaft was making the hero's ass its cunt.
He-Man, gathered his will and looked back over his shoulder.
On top of him, taking He-Man's ass and possessing his muscular body, he saw a redheaded muscle stud with milk-pale skin. The ginger was consumed with breeding the Champion of Eternia flat on his stomach, and he sank his massive cock balls deep with each thrust. He-Man's body slammed again and again into the stone slab that topped this altar. Topped another altar, that was, in another chamber. The Champion of Eternia could see he was no longer in Skeltor's fortress.
He-Man wanted to wrench himself out from under the man pounding his butt, but the effects of the Key still constrained him. The hero's body could do nothing but issue a grunt each time the redhead slammed into his body again. Instead, He-Man tried to marshal himself by taking inventory.
Not that there was much to inventory, though. He-Man wore noting more than his iconic loincloth, just as he had in Skeltor's throne room when he was tortured to orgasm by the Key. Furthermore, his hero cock still hung out of the loincloth's pouch, the traitorously rigid shaft throbbing in time to the redhead's fucking.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" He-Man grunted, and, in a whine, he added, "Fuck!"
"Good," the redhead laughed, "You're awake at last. I didn't think you could sleep all the way through my breeding your bitch ass."
"Ugh!"
"Has anyone ever tell you that you have a tight cunt, stranger?"
"Ugh! Ugh!"
"Don't tell me! You're a virgin!" the redhead smirked. "Well, Cuchulain the Conqueror can't let that stand!"
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
He-Man wanted to answer the man topping him, but in his current state, reasoned conversation eluded him. Single words were the best he could manage. The Key had drained the hero's body and mind, leaving both exhausted. He-Man figured that eventually he'd recover, but for now he had to accept he was at this Cuchulain's mercy. Thank the gods Skeltor had taken care of his virginity for him. Otherwise this hung horndog would be tearing his flesh.
Cuchulain rolled onto his side, taking his new blond fuckboy with him and lifting He-Man's top thigh. From this position the ginger proceed to slide back into the hero's hot anal cunt and scissor fucked him. He-Man's body took note of how being fucked this way, like a lover, differed from being pounded like a mindless piece of meat with a convenient hole. Surprisingly, He-Man's body decided it liked the feeling, and the hero threw back his head and rode the rape for all it was worth.
`What other options do I have?' He-Man thought to himself.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" the abandoned blond muscle bottom cried out as Cuchulain continued rearranging his guts.
"Knew you'd come around," the redhead snorted. "Most men do."
"M... more!" He-Man gasped. "Dee... eeper!"
"At last he speaks! That's good. Does my bitch want it harder too?"
"Uh!" He-Man gasped as he nodded his head yes.
"Har... arder!" he gasped.
"Then brace yourself, Brigid!"
Cuchulain increased the intensity of his fucking, prompting a series of pathetic whines from his partner.
"Ghee! Ghee! Ghee!" He-Man squealed—and the hero of Eternia hadn't squealed since he was a child, and then only the one time.
Cuchulain's rigid shaft pumped into He-Man's flesh and slid provocatively across his love-nut with every thrust and with every withdrawal. He-Man's eyes, in response, rolled back in his head. He'd given in to being fucked earlier, but now he gave in to being a voluntary fuck-toy. Suddenly Cuchulain's hand reached around and took hold of He-Man's 10 inch rod. Squeezing the blood-engorged meat, the redhead began to tease his breeding bitch mercilessly. He-Man screwed his eyes shut and groaned as he thrust his butt back to get as much of Cuchulain's shaft into his guts as he possibly could.
"Yeah, you eager whore," Cuchulain laughed, "Fuck me back the way a good slut should."
Thick precum leaked from He-Man's one eye, and Cuchulain's hand-job got seriously squelchy in short order.
"Squish. Squish. Squish," went the hand-job.
"Agh! Agh! Agh!" went the bitched hero.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Cuchulain cried.
Suddenly the redhead pulled out and, rolling his bitch up on all fours, face against the hard stone while his ass waved invitingly in the air, slammed back inside the muscular male-pussy.
He-Man's body rocked in time to the renewed thrusts, and his head thrashed from one side to the other from the violence of the plunging. A day earlier (wait, was it a day?) the Champion of Eternia could never have imagined himself getting fucked by another man, let alone fucking him back, yet here he was.
Suddenly Cuchulain grunted, "You want it inside or over your back?!"
"Ugh."
"Inside it is!" Cuchulain crowed, and he almost immediately blasted He-Man's guts, his massive load forcing back the colon walls with his hot sperm.
Once Cuchulain finished shooting his wad, he collapsed on top of the new blond fuck-meat pressing him back into the stone.
"Was it good for you too?" the ginger smirked.
It had been, though He-Man hesitated to admit it. Cuchulain seemingly had no idea that as his shaft had been busy filling man-cunt with hot jizz, that He-Man had been just as busy blasting out his own load onto the slab.
"If you two are quite done," another voice cut in acidly.
Cuchulain rolled off He-Man and clambered to his feet, and the hero looked up with an exhausted eye. Another muscular man, tall and bearded, with long dark hair, stood by, glaring at the two of them.
"Up!" the new man barked at He-Man. "Up, you lazy slut. On your feet! You never know when another hero'll arrive and need to be fucking welcomed to the Labyrinth with a welcome fuck."
"What..." He-Man started, but Cuchulain slapped him on the ass.
"What The Bruce said, bitch. Get on your feet now!"
"And then get your tired ass out of here," The Bruce added. "I'm tired of your whining."
He-Man drug his drained and sexually abused body to the edge of the slab and slid off. Besides himself, Cuchulain, and The Bruce, he saw nothing other than the slab in the stone-walled (but with no ceiling) room. A half dozen doorways opened out of the room revealing as many roofless passages.
"Out!" The Bruce reiterated, taking a threatening step towards the exhausted hero, and He-Man, choosing an opening at random, staggered away into the Labyrinth that was to be his new home.
`At least for now,' He-Man thought.
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The models for this story are WWE wrestlers, Sheamus and Drew McIntyre