He-Man in the Labyrinth Chapter 8: Release 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. The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you. If you enjoy this story, or even if you hate it, please contribute to keeping Nifty going at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
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He-Man couldn't believe what he was seeing. The Temple inside the walls turned out to be a vast arena, and, as far as He-Man could see, the man-fuck orgy to end all man-fuck orgies filled every square inch of it.
"All that ass," Mini Muscle said, awed.
"All that cock!" Rafiki confirmed.
"Fuck or be fucked" was done with. It was a thing of the Labyrinth not the Temple. Inside these hallowed walls fucking and sucking and jerking off made the air alive, almost a palpable thing. He-Man was convinced that he could see the lust radiating off the fornicating bodies and making the air ripple like waves on a pond. And the ripples all moved towards the sky.
He-Man looked up, and was confused. Were those things giants of some sort up in the air looking down at them? He shot Rafiki a glance.
"Yes, those are the true Masters of the Labyrinth."
"What are they doing?"
The giants' fingers passed through the waves of lust and went away dripping with—well, He-Man had no idea, but they thrust those fingers into their mouths and sucked the gossamer essence of male fuck lust off them. Then they went in for more, like a giant mystical banquet.
"Rafiki?" He-Man started, but the shaman had disappeared into the mass of writhing male bodies.
"Muscle," He-Man said.
"I'm with you, buddy," the little stud said, "But you can't have expected Rafiki to ignore the call."
"You mean he's...?"
"And so has Roan. Don't tell me you can't feel it?"
He-Man could. His balls demanded release, and his cock was ready to tear its way out of his loincloth. He needed to fuck! And fuck now!! And to be fucked!!!
"Muscle," the blond hero whimpered as his body tried to overwhelm his mind.
Mini Muscle grabbed hold of his buddy's bulge and squeezed his balls.
"I know. You need to fuck, then cum, and then to do it all again, and believe me in this place you can, fuck and suck and cum for a thousand years."
"Fuck," He-Man moaned as his cock leaked with its need.
"But you can't, don't you see," Mini Muscle told him, squeezing again. "If you want to make it to the Stone of Return, you have to resist the urge to join the orgy. You have to save the grand total of your lust until you get to the Stone and climb up onto it. Only then can you give yourself up to your terrible lust, because that's the only way for the Stone to recognize you as a Chosen One and grant you that terrible ecstatic moment of Release."
The little stud felt the precum already swamping the pouch of He-Man's loincloth.
"Look, there," Mini Muscle said. "See? The Stone has found a Chose One."
He-Man, mouth open and drool dripping from his mouth, looked.
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Even within the fornicating crowd there was movement. Men graduated from one coupling (or more-ing) to another, and slowly but surely, certain men moved towards the center of the room. Like the one now clinging to the rough altar.
Mastering himself, the naked stud pulled himself up onto the Stone while around him men unashamedly worshipped his glowing body. Yes, glowing. One to two climbed up with the intent of kissing him—but they were unworthy and slid back. The rest contented themselves with lavishing their worship with hand and lips on whatever lower parts of the Cosen One's body they could reach.
The waves of lust rose into the air and around the Chosen One—or at least the Chosen One of the moment. The giants shouldered one another aside for the chance to get a taste of this one's essence.
As he became the focus of all eyes, the stud slowly rose into the air! His worshipers, still circling the Stone, encouraged him with caresses (those that could reach) or by cheers.
"The Chosen One," some man cried out. "Cum for us, Chosen One"
"Cum! Cum! Cum!" the orgy chanted, and to He-Man it looked like the stud was experiencing something like he had under the Key of Torment and Delight.
"Muscle..."
"Just watch."
The Chosen One writhed in midair. HIs massive cock cast ropes of precum over the crowd, and they went wild, trying to catch what sex-slime they could while they could. Swallowing it greedily.
"Muh..."
"Watch!" Mini Muscle hissed in the hero's ear.
Suddenly the Chosen One's head flew back. His eyes rolled up into their sockets. He tensed and then shuddered as ropes of heavy cream flew from the cum-slit in his manhood.
"Cum! Cum! Cum!" men chanted, and they danced in rain of jism.
He-Man couldn't believe how long the stud managed to fire off wads of sperm, but at last some threshold was met and, with a flash, the Chosen One disappeared.
"That's the Release you're after," Mini Muscle said. "If that's really what you want, then stick close to me, and I'll get you there."
Once more, the timeless nature of the Labyrinth came into play. He-Man had no idea how long it took him (and Mini Muscle) to wade through the orgy. Hours, or days, or months? He received the worship of every man and all men, they recognizing in him not only an epitome of masculinity, but also a true sense of purpose. Maybe this man would be the next Chosen One, and if he turned out to be then they wanted to be in the ranks of those adoring him.
In the end, He-Man could see the Stone, and he recognized that achieving it really was within his grasp. He faltered for a second, but Mini Muscle, who still stood by him, put a hand on his ass and with a push said, "Go."
"I want you to come with me," He-Man said, pulling his buddy close.
"No. You haven't been paying attention. Release comes for the Chosen One. It's never come for a couple."
"That you've seen."
"He-Man, just do what I tell you, okay?"
"But..."
"GO!" Mini Muscle ordered, and with both hands he pushed He-Man onto the marble verge surrounding the Stone.
Shedding his precum-fouled loincloth, He-Man climbed, naked, up onto the Stone of Return and became the new object of all men's adoration. Dozens of the hottest men he'd ever seen danced around him. Worshipping him, reaching out for him in a vain attempt to share part of his glory. And there among them danced a naked Mini Muscle. His friend hadn't abandoned him!
As with the Key, He-Man's body and mind fell prey to ultimate stimulation, physical and emotional. Once again, the Champion of Eternia felt his body building up an almost electric charge. Tension mounted in every part of his being. His cock, eager to spew his load, dripped with intoxicating precum. Soon! Please gods, soon—but not yet. The hero needed more worship, which the men were more than willing to supply.
The entire temple now resounded to the chant, "Cum! Cum! Cum!" The walls practically shook with the force of the chant.
And yet, it wasn't enough. He-Man needed one thing more.
The naked muscle stud reached down into the crowd of worshippers and grabbed Mini Muscle by the shoulder.
The little stud looked up into He-Man's lust-crazed eyes and said, "Are you sure you want to do this? It could all go terribly wrong!"
"Without you, I never could have gotten here. I'm willing to chance it!"
With no further protest, Mini Muscle leapt into He-Man's arms.
"Cum! Cum! Cum!" the worshipping men chanted fervently. They realized something odd was happening, but what exactly eluded them.
As the lovers rose into the air over the Stone, He-Man turned his friend around so that his back pressed against He-Man's legendary chest. Mini Muscles legs hung down, and He-Man's shaft pressed between the smaller man's thighs.
"Cum with me!" He-Man ordered as he kissed his friend's throat and fucked between his thighs.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, cum! Yeah! Must cum!" Mini Muscle gasped.
"Must cum! Will cum!" He-Man roared.
Mini Muscles' shaft rode over He-Man's slimy length, and their paired cocks glistened. The worshippers went wild, having never seen a spectacle like this before.
"Chose ONES!" Rafiki cried from close by. "Cum! Cum! Cum!"
`Damned straight,' He-Man thought, and, holding his lover tight, he fucked between Mini Muscles thighs for all he was worth. His balls all but boiled in his sack, and he presumed his buddy's did too.
Squirming against one another, the two finally felt the tension about to break.
"He-Man..." Mini Muscle cried out and a second later both he and He-Man felt their bodies enveloped by a release the likes of which neither had ever felt. The Chose Ones with a sudden roar anointed their worshippers with twin shots of man-cream, but even after that first shot they kept cumming and giving, giving and cumming.
`Maybe this is how we die,' He-Man thought. He'd known it was a risk.
The hero's balls were finally empty, and he felt as much as saw the brief flash.
"Eternia, here we come," He-Man gasped.
And then there was darkness. Sweet darkness.
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The only new face I added this chapter was the first Chose One, who is based on Peter North/Matt Ramsey. What can I say? That man had the king of all money shots.