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The Blister Boyz
Chapter 39: Interlude, Brotherhood Dreams

by Redspkscott

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Blister Boyz — Ch. 39: Interlude, Brotherhood Dreams

The villians:
Dr. Howard Grand – Master Manacle
Jeremy McIntosh – Thornscourge
Xian Sheng – Ambush Viper
Maj. Paul Greeley – Holler
Ben “Buddy” Smith – Granite Growl
Roger Collier – Jolt Jammer
Argus Penn – The Corrupter

Incense filled Argus Penn's small study with a thick, spicy scent. The incense was magical and played a vital role in the spells he had begun to craft on the Crimson Brotherhood's behalf. It was infused with testosterone, necessary for enchantments that focused on control and domination. It had the side effect of making any man who set foot into the room incredibly and uncontrollably horny, and it had only taken days for a couple of the brothers to ask Argus if they could have some of the incense for private use.

Argus didn't mind. He smiled his winning grin and handed the incense over. He knew what it would be used for. Some of the guys would burn the incense in the presence of their slaves, muscular captured heroes from Longbow. The men would then be forced to engage in punishment and sexual play, to the delight of some of the brotherhood men. The men would be forced to paddle each other's bare bottoms, unable to resist Master Manacle's enslaving cuffs. Despite their cries and protests, the incense would cause them to develop erections and they could be forced to have sex.

Such play resulted in the creation of magical abuse energy, which is why Argus had come to help the Crimson Brotherhood in the first place. Every little bit helped. Even more importantly, each time the Brotherhood abused their prisoners, it pushed them more and more down the road to total villainy, completely corrupted, forgetting that they had once been victims of abuse themselves. Originally they had plotted to get their revenge on Crey Industries, whose abusive experiments had given them their powers. Those goals had been all but abandoned in Master Manacle's developing thirst for power and domination, having enslaved dozens of Longbow and now setting his eyes on the handsome, hunky Blister Boyz.

Argus Penn was a powerful mage of the Circle of Thorns, though you wouldn't know it from looking at him. This was deliberate. Very few people knew the many, many secrets of the Circle. The Brotherhood and Blister Boyz now knew the origins of the Circle's magic, of course, but Argus's arrival required explaining a little further. To the world, Argus looked like the ultimate friendly boy next door. He appeared to be in his mid-20s, with tousled brown hair, large guileless brown eyes, and the smile of a complete innocent. Looking at Argus, you'd be hard-pressed to imagine him doing anything bad to anybody, ever.

Nothing could be further from the truth. Argus was several hundred years old, just like most of the mages of the Circle. They had developed the ability to magically transfer their souls into the bodies of others, those born with a predilection for magic but didn't realize it. Thus they've been able to survive for centuries, transferring into other bodies as needed. Most of the mages, old and conservative and reactionary, typically preferred to maintain the image of powerful elders. Argus found it much more useful to look like an innocent, harmless young man. Even the other mages tended to forget who he really was, underestimating him frequently in the constant power plays and finding themselves outmaneuvered.

Argus chanted a binding spell directed toward an object on a small pedestal in the center of the room. It was a paddle, made of a dark, nearly black wood that seemed to swallow light. The wood came from the Tree of Thorns. This malignant, magical tree was the source of the wood the Circle used to create their thorn wands. Those wands were used in ceremonies to turn innocent men into helpless satyrs to serve the Circle and to be subjected to regular abuse.

This paddle would be used for a different purpose, though hopefully to result will be similar if the experiment worked. Master Manacle had quite cleverly developed his technologically advanced slave cuffs. These metal devices locked onto a man's wrists and ankles turned him into a slave, forced to perform any physical action ordered by anybody programmed as a master. These orders could not be resisted, no matter how physically strong the wearer was. The Crimson Brotherhood's lair was now full of several enslaved Longbow agents, punished regularly and forced to do their bidding. More Longbow agents have been enslaved throughout the Rogue Islands, sometimes being sent as “presents” to other villainous groups and individuals the Brotherhood wanted to maintain good relationships with. Black Scorpion, one Lord Arachnos' top lieutenants, had a dozen men now at his mercy.

But the manacles only controlled the body, not the mind, or the mouth. This presented a problem with heroes who have mental powers or other abilities that did not require physical skills to function. The Circle of Thorns, as a gesture of good will toward the Crimson Brotherhood's success in contributing to the abusive energy that powered the mages, sent Argus to assist.

Actually, Argus volunteered. He had been looking forward to getting more directly involved in fostering abuse in Paragon City and Rogue Isles once it became apparent that the Blister Boyz and Crimson Brotherhood were not an anomaly. A new age of pain was dawning in the area, and he wanted to make sure he was a major player.

Argus grabbed the paddle and left the study. Argus had arranged to have his room and study on the same floor as the brother he had quickly grown closest too, Jeremy McIntosh, a.k.a. Thornscourge. The two of them appeared to be close in age, and Argus made sure to be very flirty with the boy, pointing out how handsome he was at any opportunity. Jeremy, a handsome blond former model whose life went awry thanks to drug addiction, had grown very sensitive about his looks. His plant control powers had caused odd little leafy outgrowths on his forearms and he thought it made him ugly. As a result, he enjoyed using his powers to punish men he thought were better looking than him. He flogged the hell out of the backsides of his Longbow slaves with his whiplike plants and tormented them with thorns. As Argus walked out into Thornscourge's greenhouse, he noticed that the boy had forced a slave to sit bare-bottom on a cushion-sized round cactus and stay there.

“He called me a monster,” Thornscourge snarled when he saw Argus.

“He's getting what he deserves, then, isn't he?” Argus said, walking up to Jeremy and giving him a quick peck on the cheek and a goose. He always made sure to give Thornscourge some physical affection to prove that he was not repulsed by him.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” the Longbow agent cried as he sat there with hundreds of thorns stuck in his ass. “I couldn't help it! I'm sorry!”
The Longbow agents had been gagged when Argus arrived at the base. He had encouraged Thornscourge to take the gags off his slaves so he could “hear the bastards beg” when he punished them.

Thornscourge had no idea exactly how much Argus was manipulating him. Argus had actually targeted him prior to arriving at the base in the first place. Argus's magical emphasis was on dreams. He could control them, manipulate them and through this magic, manipulate people. Prior to Argus's arrival, he sent Jeremy dreams of once again walking the runway, being showered with adulation and praise for his good looks. At the same time, he sent nightmares to Jeremy's own slaves, showing Thornscourge's monstrous side, making him look even more plantlike and alien.

As a result, Jeremy became even more sensitive to his appearance and his slaves became more fearful of him. During the pain of Thornscourge's punishment, they would subconsciously blurt out words that would set Jeremy off further and the punishment would turn harsher. This was all part of Argus's plan.

Argus was often referred to simply as the Corrupter by the Circle. This wasn't just his code name – it was his own archetypal identity. Unknown to the Blister Boyz, the Agents of Abuse (more commonly known as the Circle of Thorns) have their own Tarot card deck and their own eight archetypes. The archetypes were the twisted, evil reflections of those of the Agents of Discipline.

The Corruptor was the counterpart of the Diplomat (Jorge's role). The Diplomat's role was to advocate in favor of discipline to the public to help them understand the benefits. The Corrupter's role was to manipulate and scheme people into taking the path toward abuse instead. Argus's affection toward Jeremy disguised his desire to keep the boy on the path toward abuse.

Argus hadn't told the Brotherhood about the second set of archetypes, instead planning on using the information for his own ends. He had some pretty strong ideas about the men and their roles in the world of abuse. Jeremy was the Vengeful, the vicious, petty counterpart of the Redeemer. While the Redeemer sought out ways for people with lives affected by abuse to cross paths to embrace discipline, the Vengeful were guys who wallowed in past incidences of pain (whether good or bad) and sought to get their revenge on society by inflicting pain on others. Unlike Keith, who was the first Redeemer discovered in years, there were actually many people influenced by the Vengeful card, and Argus was more than happy to encourage them whenever possible.

“You know what will hurt even more?” Argus asked. “You should make him stand up and sit back down on that cactus.”

Thornscourge gave him an evil grin and then ordered the Longbow agent to obey. Crying, the man stood back up, whimpering as dozens of sharp needles stayed stuck in his ass. He then flopped back down, ass first, on the cactus. His yelps of pain were music to Argus's ears.

“Your ceremony is done?” Thornscourge asked.

“Yes, I'll be testing it with Holler in just a bit to see if it works.”

“Excellent. Good luck!” Jeremy gave him a quick kiss. Argus smiled and headed to the elevator.

On the elevator, Argus punched the floor for Master Manacle's lab, as he idly pulled out a small medallion from his robes. It was not unlike Smaqdown's magically enchanted watch. It kept track of nearby sources of pain. Though, unlike Smaqdown, Argus was looking for the red aura of abuse energy rather than the blue of discipline.

He noticed the red actually getting darker and more prominent as the elevator traveled up the base tower. He stopped the elevator partway up to find the source. It was Jolt Jammer's floor. This should be interesting.

Roger's abuse interest ended up manifesting in some seriously unpredictable ways, but Argus was beginning to figure out the ex-Freakshow member. The typical loud punk music was playing on Roger's floor and Argus could hear paddling and cries of pain. He wandered through the trash and scraps that made up Roger's lair to find the man heavily involved in a punishment scene.

But what make Jolt Jammer unique among the Crimson Brotherhood was that he was the man being punished here. The burly, dark-skinned Jamaican was draped over the laps of two Longbow men who were sitting on metal stools, facing each other. His blue unitard was pulled down, exposing his bare ass, as well as his cybernetic left hand and right arm. He was being paddled hard by the two Longbow. All three men were crying in pain. The reason all three were crying was because Jolt Jammer's hands were wrapped around the legs of the two metal stools. Each time the men swatted his ass, he sent a shock into the stools, which traveled up and scorched the bared muscle-bottoms of the Longbow men. As they punished Jolt Jammer, he punished them right back. And with the slave cuffs, the Longbow agents were unable to stop punishing him.

And Jolt Jammer couldn't stop the punishment either. Not long after Argus arrived, Roger went to Master Manacle and insisted on a set of slave cuffs for himself. The other brothers in the group were a bit stunned, to say the least. He was asking to enslave himself to Master Manacle, an unusual request from the generally anarchic troublemaker. He shrugged them off.

“I'm a gamblin' mon,” he said. “I like a little of the unpredictable, you know.” After thinking it over, Howard agreed, but set it so that only Howard could give him orders. Roger also arranged so that he could give himself orders, and then shut off his own access to the interface, so that he could put himself into positions he could not get out of.

And then Roger would do exactly what Argus was witnessing. He would get himself into a situation where he was getting punished and set the slave cuffs so that he was forced to accept it. Because Howard was very busy with his own machinations, he often didn't find out about Roger's predicament for hours, meaning that Roger suffered quite a bit of abuse before Master Manacle would set him free. Master Manacle would also use him to test his growing army of paddlebots, knowing that he could trust Roger's “feedback” better than the Longbow slaves.

It was very interesting to watch. Roger was stuck over the men's knees with his bare ass stuck up in perfect paddling position. It was tough to make out the damage on the man's dark flesh, but a look at his medallion told Argus that all three men were in terrible pain. The two Longbow agents had burn marks on their bottoms from the constant electrical jolts. None of the men were able to end the abuse.

It had become clear to Argus that Roger was of the Slave archetype, a paradoxically rare abuse archetype, the counterpart of the much more common Rebel.
The archetype had become a huge source of debate in the Circle. The Circle had thousands of slaves. Every time they got a new one, they would make him draw from the tarot deck, yet not a single one drew the Slave card. It seemed as though the identity had to be part of the person's personality, not forced upon him.

So the mages debated whether a “bottom” could willingly be a source of abuse energy. The definition of discipline indicated that any punishment a person believed he deserved or wanted, no matter how subconsciously, counted as discipline, not abuse. How could it be possible to want punishment that you don't actually want?

Yet, nevertheless, Roger here was producing abuse energy and he arranged the circumstances himself. Argus suspected that the punishment started off producing discipline energy, but Roger deliberately arranged it so that it would go on for more than he could take and kept going.

The Circle of Thorns had noticed the same strange dichotomy of the Freakshow that Adepts of Discipline had. They appeared to be anarchic sadists to the general public, but there was also a deep undercurrent of masochism in their self-mutilation and punishment games.

Argus had come to decide that it was possible in a man's twisted psyche to crave for punishment that overwhelms his own desires, to somehow believe he deserves pain that he hasn't earned somehow. That is the mentality of the Slave. Don't ask. Don't give a reason. Don't accept limits. Just beat them. Rebels earn their punishment by causing trouble in some fashion. They need to earn it. Slaves don't have that sense of cause/effect. Their twisted minds make them think they should be victims of pain, even if they're completely innocent of anything. That was what was going on in Roger's mind that he couldn't quite express. Unlike a Rebel, he didn't have an insatiable need for pain, but he wanted to be treated like he did. That's what crossed the line from discipline to abuse.

Argus left the three men in their painful play, making a mental note to specifically not tell Master Manacle what was going on so that he wouldn't stop the abuse. Master Manacle and Holler were up in the lab together, looking over some maps of Paragon City.

“Yeah, I'm thinking Siren's Call will be the perfect place for the ambush,” Holler said. “The Blister Boyz are about at the level of expertise where the powers-that-be out there will send them to deal with Lord Arachnos attempting to maintain bases on their coast.”

“If only we had some sort of influence that would make it happen for certain,” Master
Manacle said. “We may have to send Ambush Viper back to keep tabs so we know exactly when they'll be heading out. Hard to set up a kidnapping attempt when we don't know when they'll arrive.”

“Actually, you can leave that to me,” Argus said as he stepped off the elevator. “I'll be having to keep tabs on two of the Blister Boyz as part of my involvement anyway, so I'll know.”

“Oh, thank you, Corrupter,” Master Manacle said coolly. Argus was aware that Dr. Grand was a bit intimidated by him, given his inexperience with magic. He also knew that Dr. Grand dreamed occasionally about putting Argus over his knee and paddling the handsome mage. He knew the young man he now inhabited was once a minor league baseball player. Dr. Grand seemed to have a thing for punishing jocks. Argus suspected a lot of bullying growing up.

Speaking of which, Argus had identified Holler as a classic Bully archetype. The twisted counterpart of the Enforcer, the Bully got his rocks off on abusing his authority and punishing those weaker than him. Paul Greeley had been bounced from the military for abusing his position and punishing the young men placed in his charge for a variety of imagined offenses. There were plenty of Bullies in the isles and Argus felt Holler was easily expendable if it came down to it.

Much less expendable was Dr. Grand himself. Argus had tagged Master Manacle as a likely Slaver archetype, the rare counterpart of the Entrepreneur. The Entrepreneur strove to create an environment in the world where people received the discipline they needed in order to succeed. The Slaver, of course, strove to force pain on others in order to keep control of the environment, and therefore had a great potential to produce abuse energy in the world.

The existence of a Slaver caused some odd conflicts among the Circle. The big fear was that if a Slaver realized a certain level of influence, he would supplant the Circle in power. The Circle served and used the powers of abuse, but they balked at the idea of serving anybody outside their order. Initially, the Circle thought Lord Arachnos himself might be a Slaver. But after a discreet approach, they found that Arachnos found the whole concept of Oranbega ridiculous and the Circle's behavior a bit childish. He controlled the islands for his own reasons. While he was unbelievably influential, his harsh Darwinistic attitude would not allow him to embrace slavery. He did little to stop it, though there was constant conflict between his troops and the Circle as he attempted to keep the Circle from being a threat to his own rule. He figured anybody weak enough to be enslaved deserved it, but that didn't mean he was going to encourage it.

Argus pretty much rolled his eyes at the Circle's behavior. Institutional inertia was a pain, especially for an organization that was hundreds of years old. He was not afraid of the future. The Circle was terrified about the rise of discipline power in Paragon City. As the Corrupter, Argus was not afraid. Once the influence of pain on the residents of the city was openly accepted, it would be all the easier for the Circle to attempt to subvert citizens toward abuse. But the fearful, reactionary mages of the Circle were happy with the status quo. Argus began to wonder if Master Manacle perhaps might actually be beneficial as a leader of the movement, rather than the rigid old mages. Maybe he might give Master Manacle the opportunity to have him over his knee, if it helped him influence the scientist.

“You ready to show us you can actually do something worthwhile?” Holler asked. Argus ignored Holler's casual insults. He was exactly the type of guy he chose this type of body for. Paul saw a handsome young mage and thought he could verbally intimidate the man. He was not smart enough to realize the truth of Argus's power. He had similar dreams of punishing Argus but also raping him. Argus was considering manipulating Holler's dreams in some fashion to freak him out, but they needed him for this next step in the experiment.

“The thorn paddle is ready for testing,” Argus said. “Is our subject isolated?”

Master Manacle and Holler escorted Argus down a hallway to a small holding cell. Inside was another Longbow agent, this one much more powerful and important than the ones they'd enslaved so far. The men they had captured were athletically inclined to a degree unseen by most, but they were still human. The higher ranking men of Longbow, though, did have super powers. They had managed to capture a Longbow with low-level mind control abilities, able to confuse minds of his opponents and cause them to fight each other. Granite Growl had nearly crushed Holler's head under the influence of these powers. Because they originated from the man's mind, Master Manacle's slave cuffs would not stop the agent from using his powers against the Brotherhood. They needed another solution. The chamber had power suppression units keeping the Longbow Agent from confusing them right now, but that tech of Master Manacle's only worked in small quarters. The agent, a square-jawed, musclebound Latino man, stood there in the cell and glared at them. He didn't say anything or demand to be released. He had enough experience to know such demands didn't work.

Argus nodded to Master Manacle. “Let's get started,” he said. Dr. Grand pressed a button on the control panel for the cell. A hiss indicating gas could be heard inside. The Longbow agent looked up to the ceiling. He tried to hold his breath, and tried to beat on the thick cell door without luck. Eventually he was forced to breathe, and after a minute, slowly began to lose consciousness. Eventually he collapsed to the cell floor.

“The gas will last for 15 minutes,” Dr. Grand said.

“Let's drag him to the lab and get to work,” Argus said. With Paul's help, the two of them carried the large man to a lab table and laid him down on his back.

“Now if you'll kindly allow me to concentrate,” Argus said, handing the paddle to Holler. “In about five minutes, he'll wake up. We've gone over what to do, Holler. You need to bring all your military authority to bear for this to succeed.”

“Yeah, I know what to do, boy,” Holler snarled. “Just don't fuck up on your end.”

The Corrupter closed his eyes and began to chant. After a minute, he felt himself leaving his body. His astral form traveled across the room and plunged into the Longbow agent's mind. He was having erratic dreams about fighting enslavement at the hands of the Crimson Brotherhood. The men were 10 feet tall and he was represented as just a child, yet he fought back. Typical dream stuff.

Argus focused and the dream began to collapse. He used his skills to concentrate on a replacement. The Longbow agent was in his office on a military aircraft carrier anchored off the coast of the Rogue Isles. His commanding officer was coming today for an inspection. His career depended on this. He hoped he didn't fuck it up. He was having trouble focusing lately. Being a leader could be tough sometimes. There were discipline issues among the men and he was struggling. He felt as though he was having discipline issues himself. God, and he was so tired, too. He found himself nodding off. He can't sleep! What would happen if his commander showed up while he was asleep at his desk? But despite the fears, he couldn't keep himself awake. He slowly nodded off, deep within his own dream.

Argus allowed the man to sleep for a good minute or two. Then suddenly he made the office door creak open. Argus made Holler appear to be the man's commanding officer, storming into the room, shouting, “What the hell is going on here, agent!”

Argus opened his eyes at the same time as the agent in the tower. The agent sat up with a snap and saluted, declaring, “Sir! I'm sorry, sir!” The man's eyes were glowing white. He was still asleep in Argus's magical trance. Holler picked up the cue.

“I don't want to hear your apologies, son!” Holler shouted. “You get your lazy ass up this instant!” The Longbow agent slid off the lab table and snapped to attention.

“This ship is full of lazy bastards and no wonder! Look at the shit in charge?”

“Sir, yes sir!”

“Are you responsible for the discipline on this ship?”

“Sir, yes sir!”

“What the hell kind of example are you?”

“Sir, a bad one, sir!”

“Yes you are. Maybe you need a little discipline yourself?”

“Sir, yes sir!”

“Tell me, boy, what did your dad do when you were lazy as a kid?”

“He yelled at me and beat my ass, sir!”

“Smart man, your dad. Did it work?”

“Sir, yes sir!”

“Well, let's see if some old-fashioned discipline will get you ship-shape, son!”

“Sir, yes sir!”

“Drop your pants and your underwear, turn around, and assume the position on that desk behind you.”

“Sir, yes sir!”

The Longbow agent yanked down his spandex pants and boxer briefs, exposing a large dick and big, well-rounded cheeks with a slight coating of brown hair. He turned around and bent over the lab table, bracing his hands on the top.

“I want to hear 'Sir, thank you, sir!' after every swat, do you hear?”

“Sir, yes sir!”

Holler walked over to the man and took careful aim with the black wooden paddle. He looked briefly to Argus for approval. Argus nodded. Holler pulled the paddle back and swung hard across the man's large bottom: CRACK!

“Sir, thank you, sir!” There didn't seem to be any sort of magical effect from the paddle's impact. Argus gestured at Holler to continue.


“Sir, thank you, sir!”


“Sir, thank you, sir!”

After about ten swats like this, Argus started seeing the response he was looking for. The man's ass began to glow. Not in the metaphoric way people sometimes use to describe a punished bottom. As the man's ass was paddled red, there was a definitely magical glow to the cheeks.

Argus sidled over to Dr. Grand to whisper while Holler and the Longbow man were absorbed in the dream.

“It's working,” Argus said.

“What's going on?”

“The Longbow agent is in a waking dream. He thinks Holler is his superior officer and will therefore submit to anything he orders. The magic of the paddle is both binding him to this dream and also to Holler. It's a process of magically enslaving him without turning him into a satyr. This method allows him to use his mind and powers in your service.”

They watched the Longbow agent quiver as his bottom was paddled for a good fifteen minutes. His bottom was crimson and glowed with a deep red light. Argus gestured to Holler to wrap it up.

“Ten more swats, boy!”

“Sir, yes sir!”

Holler positively slammed the paddle across the man's cheeks for the last ten. He was crying and choking up from the pain, but was in full submission to Holler.“

“Now you get your ass back to your room and think about acting like a real leader, understood?”

“Sir, yes sir!” With that, the man pulled his briefs and spandex pants back up, saluted, and then marched, a little stiffly, right back into his own cell and laid down in his cot.

Holler whistled in appreciation after it was over.

“Damned, that was hot,” he said. “Guess you're good for something, eh, boy?” Argus didn't rise to the bait.

“Now, remember he's actually asleep and dreaming all this. You can control what he does but you'll have to order him to do things like eat or else he'll just lay there. And you have to beat his ass enough so that glow remains. If that glow wears off, he'll wake up and your control will be over.”

“Oh, you can be sure I'm gonna beat that ass plenty. Among other things.”

“So that was a success then?” Master Manacle asked. “Are we ready to move forward?”

“There's a little more work I need to do on my end,” Argus explained. “The Longbow agent's mind has been wired to respond to authority. That made him an easy target to control his dreams and put him in a situation where he'd accept Holler's control.”

“When you take on the Blister Boyz, the six of you should be more than a match for six of their guys. But two of the boys, Murky Menace and The Humiliator, have powers that originate from their minds. Murky Menace has some powerful internal defenses and can teleport. The Humiliator's psychic powers are very strong. Your slave cuffs won't work on either of them.” The men nodded.

Now what I need to do is get into their minds and their dreams. I need to find out more about what makes them tick. That way, once you've got them taken down, I can put them in a dream situation where they recognize our authority over them in some fashion. Then, with a couple more of these thorn paddles, you'll be able to keep the entire team enslaved.

“And then they'll do my bidding?”

“They will all do your bidding.”

Master Manacle's loins stirred. Sure, being able to dominate the Longbow agents was fun, but it got tired. A group of college jocks with bottoms that could be punished as much as he wants? That would never grow stale.

He couldn't wait.

Neither could Argus. If he could corrupt the Blister Boyz into the ways of abuse, that would be a major coup for the Circle of Thorns. He's rise to the top of the order.

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