The Terrible Sticko

(A Fanfic featuring Blue Sleuth)

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Written by Gregory Hanes

The tranquil calm of the afternoon is suddenly shattered by a deafening din. All along the boulevard the piercing sound of police sirens can be heard blaring off into the distance.

"What's Happening?!" an officer cries to his partner as he bolts toward their patrol car.

"I heard over the radio that Sticko has just held up the national bank and is on the run! The boys from Precinct 10 tried to stop him, but the bastard plastered them all with that glue-cannon of his!" The other cop explains. "All available units are being called in to assist, and that includes us! Move Your Ass!" 

As the patrol car speeds away, sirens screaming, a lone figure steps out from the shadows. Dressed in blue with a golden cape, it is the city's own local steadfast crime-solving sentinel, Blue Sleuth! 

With nary a word the cerulean crusader takes off down the back alleys looking to cut through the city in order to hasten his search for the delinquent criminal. Some several minutes later the Sleuth stops. He hears a great commotion coming from over half a city block away; the sound of gunfire and screaming men echo through the air. Undeterred, the hero takes off, following the direction of the sound. It isn't long before his steely eyes behold a dreadful sight...the ENTIRE police force has been hopelessly encumbered; all of them, patrol cars and all, stuck to the ground and imprisoned in impossible globs of super-strength glue. As cartoonish as the whole scene may seem, this glue was not your everyday Elmer's variety. Fired from a high-pressure cannon, this substance was like no other; once exposed to the air it became the like of a gooey mix between putty and tar. Some of the cops were trapped in their cars while others were stuck to the pavement and the sides of adjacent buildings. They all struggled to pull free, but escape seemed nearly impossible.

"Pretty tragic sight, isn't it?" a sudden voice calls out.

Blue Sleuth looks up to see a young 20-something light-skinned black man wearing a mask standing overhead at the top of a nearby fire escape. The masked man descends the metal stairs a short ways before leaping off the railing down onto the ground almost as if to show off. Blue Sleuth merely tilts his head slightly to one side as he watches the young man rise. The man wears a black and red sleeveless fishnet muscle tee with black leather pants. A black masquerade mask obscures his eyes, and the top of his head is covered by a blue bandana which he wears as a durag.

"So you're after Sticko too, huh?" the stranger says as he turns to approach the Sleuth.

Blue Sleuth squints his eyes a little and replies,

"I think I know you! You're that pornstar/private-eye, the Masked Twink!"

"The very same! Nice to see my reputation precedes me." the Twink says with an arrogant smirk. 

The Twink then begins to circle the Sleuth, cheekily looking him over with a lustful eye.

"And just who might you be tall, hot, and blue?"

"The name's Blue Sleuth! I'm the hometown hero of this city!" the Sleuth declares proudly with his hands upon his hips. "So what brings you to my town?"

"A porn shoot...plus the slight off chance of a one-night stand." the Twink answers with a sly smile.

"Where is the rest of the local law enforcement? This can't be all of the responders." Blue Sleuth asked.

"From the looks of that pile-up I saw on the way here, they're probably stuck in traffic...literally. It's just us, dude. Come on! Between the two of us we can take that fucker!" the Masked Twink says pulling out his pulse blaster. "Let's get the bitch!"

And with that the Masked Twink rushes ahead down the street with Blue Sleuth following after. They eventually spot Sticko and discreetly follow him to a closed-off construction site. The villain disappears through the entrance-way of a partially constructed apartment building while the two heroes take a moment to prep themselves behind an unfinished wall. Finally getting a chance to take a good look at the Masked Twink's weapon close up, the Sleuth is equally amazed and puzzled by its very existence. The gun looks like something out of a high-budget scifi show with a silver metallic finish that brightly gleams in the rays of the daylight. The Twink cocks the pistol in a manner similar to a glock which makes the whole thing seem to come alive and resonate with an electronic hum.

"Where'd you get that thing anyway?" Blue Sleuth asks still mystified.

The Twink looks back at him with a cheeky grin and replies,

"Buy me dinner sometime, and maybe I'll tell ya...otherwise I'd have to kill ya."

Then without saying so much as another word, Blue Sleuth watches the Masked Twink bolt around the wall charging into the building like a reckless daredevil. The Sleuth follows after the Twink shouting for him to stop.

"Wait! We need to think of a plan?!"

"I've already got a plan! I'm gonna blast that sucker right between his ass-cheeks!" the Twink calls back with his blaster prepped to fire. 

The Masked Twink leaps through the open doorway and shouts,

"Hands Up, Asshole!"

But a high-velocity volume of bubbling glue quickly comes barreling toward him. The Twink dives out of the way, but Blue Sleuth is taken by surprise the instant he passes through the doorway. The volume of glue hits him square in the chest and shoulder knocking him back against the nearby wall and sticking him in place by his upper right side.

The Twink looks back to see the Sleuth in a jam, but his attention quickly gets diverted by the sound of maniacal laughter ringing out through the darkened halls. The Twink stands to his feet and begins to advance forward pointing his blaster into the darkness, but then suddenly a large heavy pulley block comes swinging down from the shadows. Blue Sleuth catches sight of it and calls out to the Twink, but his warning comes too little too late as the heavy block of metal smacks the masked hero clear across the face knocking him off his feet. The force of the blow causes him to drop his blaster which sends it sliding across the floor several feet away. It's then the two heroes hear a piercing cackle. Both look up to see the villain they were chasing, the renegade carpenter-stamp-collecting-enthusiast-turned-whacko himself, Sticko, leering down at them from the second level of the unfinished lobby.

The cackling fiend jumps down from the second floor to the ground below. The sound of his heavy black boots hitting the concrete floor sends a resounding echo ringing throughout the building's hollowed structure. Finally catching a clear glimpse of the villainous maniac, the two heroes see that the man is very tall yet surprisingly muscular given his slender build. He wears a mostly blue spandex bodysuit with black gloves to go with his black boots and white stripes running up and down his chest and back as well as circling the circumference of his legs, arms, thighs, and pelvis. There is a purple V-shaped design stretching from the collar of his neck down to his belly-button. The villain's hair is a spiky mess; like a porcupine with bed-head. His face is not adorned with a traditional a mask, but instead he wears a silver-colored chemical gas mask to protect his eyes and lungs from the residue and fumes of the glue he uses as a weapon. A large high-tech metal canister of that very same glue rests on his back with an arms-length of metallic tubing connecting it to a miniature cannon strapped to his right arm. 

The crazed villain, Sticko, looks at Blue Sleuth who remains still stuck to the wall and smiles unnervingly at him before he leers down at the Masked Twink who still lays upon the floor partially in shock, dazed from the pain.

"Well, lookie what we have here! More toys for me to play with!" Sticko cackles with a crazed look in his eyes.

The Masked Twink looks over to where his pulse blaster landed and stares back at Sticko with a defiant glare. Sticko sees exactly where he's looking and the two men engage in a momentary stare-down as if to egg one another into making the next move. Then after an agonizing minute the Masked Twink breaks the silence and flings himself up from the floor with Sticko firing a jetstream of glue at the spot where he was. With the speed of a jungle cat, the Masked Twink flies across the room and seizes up his pulse blaster, then turns to take the desperate shot, but as impressive as his athleticism was...his gamble comes up Snake-Eyes! 

A high-velocity blast from Sticko's glue cannon strikes the Masked Twink dead-center in his face knocking the young hero back onto the floor with a violent thud. The powerful jetstream dresses the entirety of the Twink's face, as well as most of his chest and stomach trailing down to his right leg, in a profuse sticky volume of industrially-engineered chemically-enhanced super glue. The consistency of the substance has the appearance of a tarlike plastic putty which instantly begins to constrict itself around the contours of the Masked Twink's head and face.

"QUICK!! Get That Stuff Off Him! He's Going To Suffocate!" Blue Sleuth shouts as he watches the Twink toss and writhe upon the ground clawing at the sticky gunk stuck to his face.

"Not just yet! Let's just see how long he can last, shall we?" Sticko says pressing a button on his belt.

The button is to a specially-made go-pro which instantly begins recording the footage to a private server Sticko has set up. The video is being streamed and saved to his own specially-coded cloud for later use. What does the foul fiend intend to do with this disturbing recording? Heaven only knows!

The bastard fiend, Sticko, laughs maniacally as the Masked Twink jumps up to his feet flailing to and fro as he continues to try and pull the sticky goo from off of his face. The Twink even tries to swing his fists out in an attempt to strike the villain, but he can neither see nor hear him leaving the poor hero to hit nothing but thin air. After a time, the Twink stops and stands in place trying desperately to at least pull enough of the glue away from his mouth so that he can breathe, but this proves to be a failure as well.

Blue Sleuth watches helplessly in horror as the Twink's frantic face becomes visible through the gooey substance. The Twink finally collapses to his knees panting hopelessly as he continues to try to breathe through the glue. With a smile of malicious glee, Sticko walks over and kicks the Masked Twink onto his back. The Masked Twink just lays there still frantically trying to breathe. Blue Sleuth can see the pecs of his chest pumping up and down rapidly before they gradually slow to a spine-chilling halt.

"NO!!! You Demented Sicko!" Blue Sleuth cries out in rage, only to turn and see the villain standing beside him.

"The name is Sticko!" the madman says before smashing Blue Sleuth's face with his fist.

Quite some time passes before Blue Sleuth finally awakes, groggily lifting himself from out of his trauma-induced coma. When Blue Sleuth opens his eyes he sees the Masked Twink sitting just mere inches away from him, right in front of his face. At first the sight of his new friend still alive seems a sight too good to be true, but the feeling of joy quickly leaves him once he notices that neither one of them can move. Try though he may, Blue Sleuth cannot move his hands from behind his back nor can he open his mouth to speak.

It seems that while they were out, Sticko had drug them both to a secluded section of the construction site; a storage room where the workers stored various tools and supplies, and here is where he decided to bind and gag the heroes so they can neither move nor escape...but that is not all. As Blue Sleuth continues to come more and more back to his senses he soon realizes that not only have he and the Masked Twink been bound and gagged with globs of glue adhering their hands behind their backs and sealing their mouths shut, but they both have also been stripped down naked. The only articles of clothing left on their bodies are their respective masks which hide their precious identities from the criminal underworld they dare to fight.

As the dire gravity of the situation finally hits Blue Sleuth the sound of that same maniacal laughter from before shoots a panicked chill up and down the young hero's spine. Blue Sleuth looks over to see Sticko standing off near the entrance to the room sniffing the crotch of his costume like a perv. The caped crime-solver winces in disgust as the demented maniac turns to give him a lustful stare.

"Well, well, well! Look who's finally awake! I already had a bit of fun with your friend there. Now I get to play with both of you one more time before I go."

The Masked Twink grunts with rage glaring at the fiend, but Sticko merely smiles at him and blows a kiss. Blue Sleuth doesn't know exactly what went down, but he can easily tell it must not have been good. As Sticko starts to approach, the young detective tries to spring up to his feet in the desperate hope of tackling the warped villain, but quickly finds that he can't. It's then that he realizes that both he and the Masked Twink are glued to the floor by their knees and feet.

"Oh, don't get up! Ha, that's right...You Can't!" Sticko laughs with malicious glee.

Sticko kneels down in front of both heroes as they try to lash out and strike him in spite of being bound, but such a tall and robust figure is the villain that he simply seizes both of them by the face and holds them still. He then proceeds to passionately sniff and nuzzle their faces and necks leading both men to whimper, grunt, and moan in frustration and disgust. After several minutes of this, Sticko rises back to his feet and walks over to a workbench on the opposite side of the room. Blue Sleuth and the Twink can both hear him giggling to himself like the madman that he is. Their anxiety steadily grows before moments later Blue Sleuth looks up to see Sticko walking fast up behind the Masked Twink holding a straight elongated object. Thinking it is a knife, the young detective tries to cry out, but his lips are sealed shut and neither he nor the Twink can move. They are both powerless! 

In the blink of an eye, Blue Sleuth watches as Sticko kneels down and plunges the phallic-shaped weapon deep into the Masked Twink's backside. The pain of the blow causes the Twink to spring forward yelping loudly. As they are sitting only mere inches away from one another Blue Sleuth gets a frightening view of the Twink's eyes expanding widely before him. He can even feel the heat of the young man's breath exhaling out into the air from the deep heaving breaths he breathes as he tries to settle his nerves after the blow. It turns out however, that the weapon was not a knife at all, but a battery-operated dildo which Sticko had very lightly greased up using a can of Super Lube the workers had left behind. With violent force the villain had rammed the sex toy deep up into the Masked Twink's anus to show his gleeful contempt for the cocky hero. 

The Twink tries to use the muscles in his rectum to push the toy out, but Sticko shoves it back in; giving it a few good taps to let the hero know who's boss.

"Uh, uh, uh! Not so fast you naughty little boy! We wouldn't want you fuckin' up what I've got planned now do we?!" the villain says with a grin.

Sticko adjusts the nozzle on his cannon and seals the dildo in place before flipping the switch to turn it on. The dildo hums to life on its lowest setting causing the Twink to moan lightly from the steady vibration that now begins to massage his prostate. Blue Sleuth looks on in dismay; helplessly to act against the profane debauchery he sees before him. Sticko notices the worried/angered look on the young hero's face and calmly says with a smile,

"Don't worry, Blue Boy! I always carry two around with me for just such an occasion."

Sticko stands up and walks back to the workbench before returning shortly after chuckling at the frightened look on Blue Sleuth's face. Sticko kneels down, placing his hand upon Blue Sleuth's shoulder and with the gentleness of a sculptor's hand he slides the rubber greased-up phallus deep as it will go up into the hole of the young detective's arse. Blue Sleuth winces a bit, but overall the pain was far less dire than that which was inflicted on his fellow masked comrade.

"I like you more, so you get it easy." the villain softly whispers into Blue Sleuth's ear.

After a sweetly-sickening moment wherein Sticko takes a deep whiff of the detective's hair, the villain switches on his dildo and seals it in leading Blue Sleuth and the Masked Twink both to moan and groan as they remain stuck to the floor, unable to move. The sick-minded Sticko steps back a few feet to examine his handiwork. He surveys the two nude heroes like a critic at an art gallery before he puts a finger to his chin and says,

"Hmm, it's nice, but I think it needs something...I Know!"

Reaching into the pouch that he wears on his utility belt, Sticko produces two rubber vibrating cock rings. Blue Sleuth looks on in shocked confusion wondering why in the world anyone would just randomly be carrying a couple of cock rings in addition to a pair of dildos.

"This is too unreal to be true!" the hero thinks to himself.

As both heroes are already at half-mast from the anal stimulation provided by the dildos it is an all-to easy task for Sticko to slip the greased up cock rings onto the shafts of the heroes' growing organs. With the push of two buttons the moaning of the heroes grows in intensity giving way to a melody of deep-breathed grunts and high-pitched whimpers. Sticko once again steps back to survey his sinful deed, but the villain seems somewhat displeased.

"Huh, at this rate the fun will be over and done before its begun." Sticko remarks as he notices the heroes growing closer to climaxing.

He stops to take a moment to think and then excitedly proclaims,

"I Got It!"

Sticko kneels down once again between the Masked Twink and Blue Sleuth and takes hold of the tip of both their penises, raging hard and dripping with preseminal fluid, then with a cheeky chuckle the villain squirts a glob of glue over the head of both of their cocks which very quickly hardens once exposed to the oxygen in the air. Not only does the glue harden into a gelatinous plastic affixing the two heroes together by their virile members, but the tarlike substance also seeps partway down into the slit of their urethras; sealing shut the exit to both their fully-erect manhoods.

Now Sticko steps back again to survey the product of his wicked whims. The Masked Twink and Blue Sleuth pull and tug against the glue which now binds them, but try all they may neither one can free themselves from the makeshift penis trap they now find themselves in. Their minds race furiously as they struggle in vain against the glue...and against time; for as their breathing increases both heroes can see in each other's eyes that their trembling members are drawing dangerously close to erupting. The two moan and flail and struggle harder as the pressure in their loins continues to rise; and all the while that monster, Sticko, stands back waiting with the glee of a child on Christmas morning, his malicious joy is bubbling over as he presses the record button on his go-pro to capture the impending moment.

The Twink and Blue Sleuth struggle and pull and strain with all their might, but in spite of the pain and all their energy neither the glue on the floor nor the glue on their cocks give way. Between the force they are exerting and the pressure building both men are on the verge of hyperventilating, each one drenched in a profuse coat of sweat. The grown men whimper like children as they suddenly stop and stare into each other's eyes...the floodgates are about to break! 

Both Blue Sleuth and the Twink try to fight against the natural urge, but it is no use. The muscles in their loins can no longer hold the pressure back any longer, and the two men are forced to release. Normally, the climax after such an intense bout of stimulation would be an ecstatic sensation incomparable to any physical pleasure a man on this earth could ever feel...but as the head of both of their erections were thoroughly obstructed by the sick fiend's glue the release had no where to go, so instead of the feeling like a ball being launched from a cannon, the two men felt the sensation of a bullet getting caught in the muzzle of a gun. The pain was excruciating causing the two men to cry out in anguish flailing and pulling even more violently than before. Although muffled by the glue which still bound their lips the frantic words. "LET ME CUM!! LET ME CUM!! FUCK YOU, PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!" could still be heard resonating from their mouths.

"Nah, I don't think I will." Sticko says setting down a spare camera to continue capturing the scene.

"These cameras are streaming worldwide to the Dark Web. This is mainly so I can have a complete real-time playback of your grueling torment to add to my personal collection, but if you're lucky somebody might eventually notify the authorities to come to your rescue. In the meantime, have fun fighting the urge to keep firing off. It's not going to do you any good, but every second you squirm will just make every moment I catch on film all the sweeter! AH HA HA HA HA!!!"

And with that Sticko walks out the door and bolts it behind him leaving Blue Sleuth and the Masked Twink to continue writhing in their orgasmic Hell for many long hours to come.

Is This The End of Our Heroes' Genitals?

Find Out Next Time On The Next Exciting Adventure!!