He-Man in the Labyrinth Chapter 3: The Ring of Ones 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.
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Hard dick plunged in and out of He-Man's mouth, occasionally thumping up against the top of his throat and provoking a fit of gagging.
In the Labyrinth, He-Man had quickly discovered, the law was "Fuck or be fucked."
`And today, I'm fucked,' He-Man thought before gagging again.
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Not many minutes after staggering away from the Slab and its horny guardians, He-Man fell prey to his next conqueror. A handsome dark-skinned man with long black hair that hung in a queue half-way down his back and muscles for days had come up behind the distracted He-Man, jumped him, and, overpowering the still-stunned hero, bore him to the ground onto his belly.
"Sweet hot ass," the dark man crooned as he slipped the back of He-Man's loincloth aside--again. "MY sweet hot ass!"
He slid a finger into He-Man's recently fucked hole and said, "And... you're freshly lubed with Cuchulain's cum!"
Then the dark man got a look on his face.
"Or is it The Bruce's?" the man demanded, his black eyes flashing. "Fess up, blondie. Who fucked this cunt?"
He-Man gasped as the man's fingers went to work on his prostate. Pride said not to answer, but He-Man's poor battered love nut over-ruled pride.
"Ugh," He-Man grunted, grimacing as the dark man fingered his ass open (not that that was a hard task, not at this point), "It was Cuchulain."
"Excellent! I like fucking a hole after that one's opened it up," and that said, the dark man took his cock from the pouch of his white loincloth and forced the fat head past He-Man's sphincter. It came as no surprise to He-Man that his guardian muscle put up little to no fight. That just seemed to be par for the course in this place. The shaft, several inches of hard dark fuck-rod, followed the head, filling He-Man like a bitch. Then he started breeding his hero pussy.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" He-Man cried out as the dark man hit his stride. "Oh, FUCK!"
"What did you think I was doing?!"
As the dark man's prick took complete control of his ass, He-Man's dick, trapped as it was in his own loincloth once again, leaked more cock-snot all over the inside of the pouch.
"Mmmmm!" He-Man moaned as his ass got royally fucked.
He could feel the influence of the Key fading, but some other power now took its place, driving the Champion of Eternia to submit to the dark man.
"Fuck," the dark man exclaimed, "How is it you're still this tight? Especially after Cuchulain's taken you?!"
"Ugh!" the blond hero grunted, which was bottom bitch for, `How the hell am I supposed to know?'
He-Man had no previous experience when it came to anal sex, but he knew he wanted this over—and he thought he knew how to manage that.
`The sooner he nuts, the sooner I can get out of here and back to Eternia,' He-Man thought, and the muscular hero began fucking back--meeting the dark man's thrusts with feigned passion.
"Ugh! Ugh!"
"Well, at least the Jolly Ginger Giant showed you how to be a good bitch," the dark man laughed. "Let's see if Mors can open you up any better."
"Ugh! Wh-ooo? Wha-aat?"
"Well you are new. Mors (that's me) is the studliest member of that brotherhood of studs that wait for Cuchulain and The Bruce to give newcomers their first taste of the Labyrinth. Then we prey on their sloppy seconds. Today, that'd be you."
Mors went back to pounding He-Man's butt, and the blond hero decided that this stud, for all his dark beauty and posturing, didn't fuck nearly as well as his first rapist, Cuchulain, had. The dark cock was smaller (Was our hero starting to turn into a size-queen?) but in addition his technique was distinctly less refined.
Oh well,' He-Man thought, I suppose it's up to me to take control.'
The Eternian hero pulled his mind out of the fuck-gutter the Key had left it in, and growled, "You call that fucking? You want me to give you lessons?!"
The taunt achieved its goal. Embarrassed, Mors started delivering hard deep thrusts, as if he were trying to drill right through He-Man's body.
He-Man subtly adjusted his position so that the man's prick was riding across his prostate with every assault and withdrawl.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He-Man cried. "Yeah! Like that! Mark me, Mors! Give me your cum!!!!"
Mors didn't require any further encouragement. After driving in a last few desperate plunges, the dark beauty went stiff, and his cock spat man-goo all inside He-Man's guts.
"Uggggggghhhhhhhrrrrrrr! Mors crowed--one long groan that didn't end until he'd emptied his balls of the last of his jizz.
"Good fuck, bitch," Mors smiled as he back to his feet and tucked his cock away. "Maybe I'll see you again in some dark recess of the Labyrinth--unless you have the balls to risk the Ring of Twos, that is."
As the stud strode proudly away, He-Man got painfully to his feet and adjusted his still-hard cock in the slimy pouch of his loincloth.
`Not if I see you first,' the hero thought before stumbling away.
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For Heman's second assault and fucking, a golden-haired man leapt upon the hero from above and forced the Hero of Eternia face first into the stone wall. Except it wasn't just a stone wall.
Quick hands secured He-Man's wrists into restraints made of some sort of—well, spider silk was He-Man's best guess. Whatever it was, it held his wrists in place and left his muscular body exactly where his attacker wanted it—ass out and open to whatever the golden man intended.
Not that He-Man needed to ask what that was.
So far as He-Man could tell, the Labyrinth ran on men fucking other men. As he came more and more himself, the slab of delectable Eternian muscle had noticed that he wasn't getting hungry, or thirsty, and he wasn't tired—all that he was was horny. Insatiably horny. Since Mors, He-Man had fought (or wrestled since nobody had any weapons) his way past two more brawny opportunistic rapists. Their brawn hadn't been enough, however, which allowed He-Man to use his brains to slip out of their clutches. (Of course, He-Man was too much the gentleman to take out his lust on them.) It figured, however, that he'd eventually encounter a man with more brains than the rest.
"Very nice," the golden man said as he ran hands over He-Man's enticing backside. "You and I will have some fun, I think."
He-Man only scowled.
"Yes, that face tells me you're new here, so let me introduce myself."
`Oh, yeah, that'll make all the difference,' He-Man thought.
"My name is Aureus, Prince of High Wilusa."
"Great," He-Man grunted, "And that means what here?"
"Absolutely nothing," Aureus laughed. "Anything that I was is now worlds away. My uncle (May the gods in their infinite mercy damn him eternally) usurped the throne that was rightfully mine. He might have killed me, but it's bad luck to kill a relative. Instead, he fell back on dark magics he'd heard of—spells and incantations by which a man could be exiled out of the world entirely. And so, here I am."
Aureus ran his hands up He-Man's back before reaching around and exploring the hero's nipples.
"And here you are, as well," Aureus said as he teased the hero's nubs erect. "And at my mercy."
"Would it make any difference if I told you my story is more or less the same as yours?" He-Man asked.
"Traditionally, chit-chat comes after the fucking," Aureus said, and his hands slid back down He-Man's sides before slipping the furry loincloth off the massive hips. "But, for the record, no. No difference at all. My dick is hungry for cunt, and this butt needs fucking."
"I was thinking..." He-Man started, but he got no further. Aureus had shoved two fingers up the hero's back-hole.
"Ugh!" He-Man grunted as Aureus slowly fingerfucked him and opened his ass.
"Mmm," Aureus said, "Tight. Of course we all are—no matter how often we're fucked. It's an effect of the Labyrinth, I suppose, keeping us fucking fit."
"Oh," He-Man moaned.
"And fit for fucking," the prince laughed. "And you are a prime example of both, you hot bitch. Your cunt feels ready. Is it, do you think?"
Of course, what He-Man thought was irrelevant. Aureus stepped up close behind the hero and, after slipping his own golden briefs down, prodded He-Man's sphincter with the plum at the end of his royal scepter.
"Aureus... Your Highness... Wait..." He-Man whimpered.
But nobody tells princes to wait, and Aureus took advantage of the moment to force himself into He-Man's fuck-hole.
"Ahhhhh!" He-Man cried, but not in pain.
For some reason having a big dick shoved inside him no longer hurt. He-Man cried for the opposite reason. Taking Aureus' fat cock felt right. Maybe it was the effect of the Labyrinth, but fucking, and being fucked—both were good, and right, and (ugh) necessary. Why else would he be here? Aureus fucking his ass, as he now was, was something to be greeted with eager, even giddy, anticipation.
"Fuck me, Aureus," He-Man panted. "Fuck me good!"
"That was the idea," the prince chuckled in He-Man's ear.
The two men did the age-old dance of conqueror and conquered until He-Man grunted, "Cumming!"
The hero's shaft leapt and fired several ropes of sperm against the wall.
"Good boy," Aureus laughed, "Now take my prince's bounty!"
He-Man, his face pressed against the wall, felt the warmth of royal sperm fill his guts to overflowing.
"Yes," the hero sighed as the excess jizz leaked down his muscular thighs.
Aureus tore through the web shackles that had held He-Man in place, and the Champion of Eternia fell to his knees. The prince followed him down and grabbed a couple of handfuls of the Champion's blond locks.
"We can't leave the Labyrinth a mess, naughty boy," Aureus said, "Lick the wall clean!"
Riding his post-orgasmic high, He-Man let the privileged golden stud direct his face against the stones where the hero erotically lapped up the rich dripping deposit of his own sperm.
"Good boy," Aureus said.
"Aureus...," He-Man started again, but the prince took control of the situation again. He slid an arm around He-Man's throat and squeezed. He squeezed hard. He-Man grabbed at the choking arm, but Aureus knew what he was doing, and soon darkness closed in on He-Man's vision.
"Sorry, fuck boy," Aureus said as the blond vision lost consciousness, "But I really don't know what I want less—listening to you talk, or having you try to turn the tables on me."
He-Man's muscled body slumped against the wall. Prince Aureus flipped him around so he could sit on his well-fucked ass, and, with a smirk, the golden rapist walked away in search of other prey.
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He-Man woke being taken by another man's cock once again—but not up the ass this time.
The hero's body jolted back to consciousness when the head of a solid 9 inch cock slammed against the top of his throat.
"Gaaahhhgggg!" He-Man choked out, flailing wildly.
"Relax, barbarian," a voice commanded. "Relax and take it."
The Champion of Eternia opened his eyes and looked at the fat pole sticking out of a green fur loincloth. Green? What the...? He-Man looked past the man's sex and up his long muscular body. Rungs of abdominals climbed towards well-defined pecs. A golden amulet rode between the plates of muscle, and above that a gentle bearded face looked down at him from a mane of chestnut red hair.
Fuck. Yet another man is taking me," He-Man thought. What is it with this fucking place?'
At least this one was being gentle about it. He-Man watched as the green man's dick slowly rode over his tongue. Sigh. The hero relaxed back into the role of once again taking dick.
I've been fucked up the ass by three cocks in one day (Wait, has it been a day?) and now I'm being face-fucked by a fourth. Where am I that such a thing is in any way normal? And what am I going to do about it?' He-Man thought as his rising erection sought to escape his own loincloth. Mmm, and why am I getting turned on by it?'
As a lady's man, He-Man thought that he ought to have been disgusted by all this man on man sex, but instead he was adjusting--getting into it, and, worse than that, getting off on it. The more sex he had, the more he wanted—even if all his experiences so far involved having other men take and use him.
He-Man gagged again, and the green man pulled his dick out of the hero's mouth.
"Sorry about that," the green man said. "Try licking the shaft for a while."
He-Man let the face-fucking slime slide down his chin and applied his tongue to the spongey underside of the green man's dripping cock.
"Who...?" He-Man mumbled.
"Oh, Grey is what they call me back in the Wood Beyond the Worlds," the green man, Grey, said.
He-Man's eyes shot to the green loincloth and then sought Grey's own green eyes.
"Grey?"
"Grey, green, they're the same color," Grey laughed. "At least in my language."
Sure,' He-Man thought as he licked the spongy underside of Grey's shaft. Whatever.'
"Now, relax your throat, stud. I'm close to nutting, and I don't want to hurt you," Grey said. "And if you can relax your gag enough to let me shoot down your throat this'll go even faster."
He could, and it did. He-Man had no idea where he had acquired the ability to take a cock that deep into his throat (or at all since this was the first time he'd had a cock in his mouth), but he could and did. He even managed to massage Grey's shaft with his throat muscles as the alien shaft pulsed.
"Fuck!" the chestnut-haired stud cried out as he pulled He-Man down on his cock and fired a hot heavy load into the hero's stomach.
"Fuck."
Grey released He-Man's head and slumped to the ground to sit next to him.
"That... that was seriously hot," Grey said. "I'd ask how long you've been sucking cock, but it doesn't seem to matter here in the Labyrinth. After a little time, you just know exactly how to work a dick. And how to take it. And how to dish out a good fuck."
He-Man reached over and ran a hand, first, over Grey's pecs and then down his abs.
"Tell me about the Labyrinth," He-Man said as he took hold of Grey's slimy but still proud meat, "Since it looks like I'm going to be where for a while."
"What's there to tell? Several huge rings of maze surround the Temple. Each ring is filled with men on the prowl for a hot fuck. In addition, each of us is possessed of a compulsion to reach that Temple which set us up for some of the most astounding sex."
"How many rings?"
"Well, this is the Ring of Ones where men work singly. Next there's the Ring of Twos, then the Ring of Threes. Finally the Ring of Manies, the Gateway, and the Temple—in the middle of which sits the Stone of Return."
"Tell me more about the rings."
"Each ring is more difficult to cross than the one before," Grey said, "And as you get further in the men get progressively hornier."
He-Man looked up and down the corridor they were in.
"The Temple is that way?" he said, firmly, pointing.
Grey nodded.
"It is."
"And that's where I find this Stone of Return?"
"Yes," Grey said simply.
"Then," He-Man said as he got to his feet, "That's where I need to go."
As the blond hero strode away, Grey watched him and began stroking his green warrior's cock hard again.
"Fortune go with you, friend--for what good it'll do you. For what good it'll do. Still, I wish I could be there to see YOU in action in the Temple."
Sticking two fingers up inside his own ass, the chestnut beauty began driving himself towards his next orgasm. The erotic trials he knew He-Man would have to endure before he'd gain the Temple flashed across Grey's mind.
"Fuck," Grey gasped, and his beautiful shaft pulsed, spitting out another load. "So much fuck."
And he was right.