More Fun in the Lab

Shuri was standing beside two medical exam tables. They were occupied and as Mark walked up and stepped between them, he found the nude forms of Cyclops and Black Panther. Both men were strapped down at the wrists, ankles, and waist for some reason. They were both awake and laying there placidly, gazing at the ceiling. Both had Shuri's weird little silver beads plugging their penises.

Shuri looked awfully proud of herself, so Mark asked, "I mean, thanks. But you know I already got these two, right?"

Shuri had a grin on her face, raising a finger in teasing appreciation for his joke, "The restraints are for effect, you know? Thought you might want to do a whole 'super-villain: ah I've got you in my clutches... ooh what are you going to do now? Ah!'" She had her hands framed around her face for emphasis, grinning.

"You've been talking to Ororo." He look around noting that the current situation in Shuri's lab certainly does make for good ambience for a villain role-play, the high tech setting, the superheroes strapped to tables, she dressed like a mad scientist hench-woman, the two Royal Guardsmen posted nearby, faceless helms with big rock hard black dicks, still as statues. "You remember that role-play the four of us did back home?"

"Yes, my lord." Scott grinned faintly before his face took on a furious scowl and his muscular body tensed as he suddenly strained at his bonds, "You'll never get away with this! Release us now!"

Chall was quick on the uptake, his voice serious and dripping with an unspoken threat, "What do you plan to do with us?" His 'struggling' against his bonds consisting arching his back and thrusting out his chest and causing the muscles of his torso to bulge and stand out against his black skin. "Where is Nakia? What have you done with my wife?"

Mark's cock twitched between his legs, feeling a flood of arousal as he looked to Shuri. She was biting her lower lip and watching with interest but her features smoothed as she noted his gaze her way, "Not actually my surprise, but if you want to play around, master, then hell yes! We're your toys! Play with us!"

He snorted with amusement before turning and leaning down to place his face inches above Chall's and he sneered, "Nakia? I fucked your little... Nakia and made her mine." He sat back and looked pointedly at Black Panther's groin, "She said you had tiny dick but this is just sad..."

Chall grit his teeth briefly, before he regarded Mark through lidded eyes, "You will pay for this, villain. I swear it."

As an actor, T'Challa was actually pretty good. Mark could almost feel the man's cool hatred, his subtle promise of absolute pain ahead. This made the effect of the 'Royal Pet' suite of subliminal commands amusing as any sort of direct attention from his master was arousing, Chall's dick was a bit hard, sticking out at an angle from his crotch.

Mark turned back to Shuri, "What was it you wanted to show me originally?"

He jerked as she had silently come up right beside him without him noticing. He pet her, sliding his hand down along her back and she pushed into his hand with a catlike shudder as she replied, "Ah! Yes, master. We are here for a procedure I believe you would like. Something that has not occurred to you, but I am quite positive you will appreciate once you realize it."

"Are you going to tell me what it is?"

She stuck her tongue out briefly, "Vasectomies. I know how much you like to have your slaves perform but how much of a shame would it be if they actually managed to get one of your women pregnant? I know you've got the big dick and that thing's built for winning but it only takes one of their little guys to get lucky. Not to mention, I know you're going to want to play with M'Baku. That boy's built for reproduction, he has at least a dozen legitimate spawn and who knows how many bastards..."

Mark stared at Shuri, his stroking hand paused on her ass, just holding that delectable firm flesh, finally he remarked, "How are you inside my head, woman?"

Shuri flashed a grin and leaned in slowly to kiss him, only to deliver a brief peck to the tip of his nose instead, "I'm a genius, baby. I conquer whatever I put my mind to, that includes you, my simple king."

Mark had to wonder if he was just outmatched, if he really was cut out to be the center that all these powerful competent people were beholden to, that they relied on. Sure, he took control and molded them to his whims, but he couldn't help but think about the possibility of someone smarter, someone with more self-control having his mutant power... Hell, if Shuri had his power... What could they accomplish?

He didn't let such doubts cloud his mind for long. There wasn't much point to it. All he could do was do his best, and enjoy the ride for as long as it lasted.

"Alright. Yea. Hell yea. Go for it." He agreed casually, "Are you going to cut their balls open? Because I think I'll just vacate the area for that..."

Shuri gave him a look and spoke in a tone that was equal parts derision and amusement, "Cut their balls open?! My god, what is this- the dark ages?!" She held up one a lone Kimoyo Bead.

Mark cocked his head at her, "Did you just quote a Star Trek movie?"

She smirked and nodded, "My Baba loved those old movies. Here. Watch."

She reached down and extracted the silver plug from her brother's now fully erect penis and replaced it with the Kimoyo Bead. Once she let go of it, it remained adhered to his tip as if by glue. She tapped the beads around her wrist and a holographic image of T'Challa's penis with its internal anatomy on display appeared in the air above his groin. The holographic Kimoyo Bead was shown in blue and even as Mark watched an army of little blue dots flowed from it down the shaft of his penis. Once they reached the base, they traveled into his groin where they split into two streams and performed loops around before they entered his scrotum where they gathered in two particular spot. Shuri's hologram flashed a silly picture of a cartoon sperm with a hard-hat and a hammer for a few seconds and then it faded and the slender tube connecting the penis to the testicles was now cut into two separate parts.

Shuri casually flicked her brother's erection, "Wah-lah! Just like that all of my bro's little swimmers are trapped forever more in his little balls. Shall I do the same for Mr. Cyclops?"

"Yes. You should do the same for my guardsman and any other superheroes or villains I capture." He was absolutely pulsingly hard in his pants, this measure of complete control over his people was beyond arousing. He suddenly very badly wanted to order Shuri on top of her brother so that he could fuck her.

Shuri's smug expression was all sorts of proud as she repeated the procedure on Scott, "You know, master, I have some other ideas. It seems to me that instead of cutting the line, we could go ahead and replace these semen-producing testicles with more useful anatomy...."

Mark wasn't going to lie. When he'd come up with the Royal Guard concept, the thought of Eunuch ****-servants and Janissary **** armies had been right there in his head. He hadn't dared to put such thoughts into words but the intent had been there all along. Though he found the thought of actually removing a man's balls to be rather off-putting...

Shuri continued, quite unaware of the tangent his mind had ran down, "What do you think of installing nano-factories that produce lube? How hot would it be if when they got all hot and bothered and exploded, all they unloaded was lots of thick lubricant to aide your magnificent schlong's passage inside a woman?" The lithe Wakandan princess had her body pressed up against his, her cheek to his chest and her hand very firmly gripping his increasingly swollen hard-on.

He half laughed, "I don't know why you asked. I guess you know exactly what I like, don't you, Shuri?"

She took his face in her hands and kissed him, slowly, sensually, her tongue gently massaging his. When she pulled back, she gazed deeply into his eyes, "Don't forget it. And don't ever take another female pet. I'm your one and only."