Of Villains and Heros (Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar)

[Charlie_Death]

Given the impromptu change in lunch arrangements he had expected that he would have to pay since Todd had technically bought lunch earlier. Instead, he saw the young man pay at the register, taking careful not that his coat was now around his waist. There was more than a healthy tint of red to his cheeks which gave Quidel all he needed to know about his condition. He cast slow glances at the close proximity he kept but didn't say a word. Todd always stayed close but this time he kept casting more gazes in his direction than before. It was equally unusual for him to be so quiet while they ate. The last time they ate together he was quite the chatter box and the jukebox. But alas, all good things must come to an end because the silence was broken by such an out of place statement.

He raised an eyebrow at the statement of being wifed. It didn't make much sense and it was far too early in the relationship to even be thinking of matrimonials. He listened to his explanation for his earlier actions. He did have a fair point about needing to be respected as an adult. Though he himself was an only child, and an adopted one at that, he could only assume that such a blatant disregard for Todd's choices was coming from a familial protectiveness. That and there was very little known about him other than what he did as the Demon Owl. He continued to eat slowly as he thought things even deeper. Things could only get messier if Rey did view Todd as family because if he began to see him as one of his own children, his protectiveness will only increase. Likewise, so will his need to get into his personal life. Of course, all that is if he was adopting more instinctual behaviors rather than rational ones that actually function in modern society.

He nodded in agreement in enjoying Todd's company, though he didn't verbally express it. He watched him eat more than he had the last time they had eaten together. He focused on how he held his fork, how long he took to chew, the look on his face when he tasted different things. It was interesting to be able to watch someone so closely and not have them try to move from his gaze. Instead, the more he stared, the more he seemed to get that red tint to his face and shift in his seat. When he heard Todd express how he felt under his gaze, Quidel realized that it was indeed something he invoked on others; a sense of being captured and eaten. He always watched those who were his prey that closely, observing every little mannerism, every step they took, all the way until it was the perfect time when their guard dropped even the slightest. He had a gift of understanding people's subconscious behaviors. But Todd's was the compelete opposite from everyone else. The smiles, the blush, the gaze that met his for a while with a sense of need before turning away. There was a question there on the tip of his tongue that he wanted to say but decided against it but Quiedel had an idea what it was. He could see his shifting in his seat that wasn't an attempt to get away, but one to get more comfortable.

"I'll pick you up after work." Quidel spoke as he added his empty plate to the stack that Todd had already accumulated. He had been full and finished eating awhile ago, but was too busy watching to put it aside. "I want you to come to my place." He saw his face light up which prompted him to add bluntly, "For movies. We can watch some cult classics, like Critters, Heathers, or whatever. I have a lot. You pick."

Rey released everyone from work for the day since all the power was out. Those who wanted to stay to continue working on physical drafts were more than welcome but those who needed the computer were free to leave. He drove a ways out of the center of the city, hoping to get closer to another heroes district. Unfortunately, he didn't want to spoil any other plans by other villains because having both sides after you is not fun. Especially if that one is a said bitch like Magician. Either way, it was on the far edge enough of Lionman's territory that it will take him longer to get there and have a greater chance of success. He parked in a garage that had an access point to the old infrastructure, slipping in to change and waiting for his bots to arrive. The plan today was that with enough distance between the center and him being active much earlier, he could get away with this one, after all, this isn't for himself, but his children. Speaking of which, he set a reminder for him to go get ahold of Dr. Sanders so he can get a look at them again. Maybe if he had a physical image to look at, he can come to terms with it better and get the courage to tell Lionman he is going to be a father.

Rey's bot's crashed into the front doors of the bank, laser sights aimed at everyone as he strode in, shock pistol in hand. There were screams as people ducked around and once they saw it was a supervillain that had entered, they knew exactly what to do. They each dropped to the floor or held their hands up as his bots sought each person out, training their lasers onto them.

"Alright, I'm going to make this quick as possible. No one moves and no one gets hurt." He stepped over someone as he made his way to the counter, the one unarmed bot beside him opening up it's container so he can pull out the bag inside. He tossed it at the clerk. "Get in the safe and fill it." He followed the woman as he tapped through the feeds of his bots to make sure everyone was away from any kind of panic button or had no phones in their hands. When they reached the fault he pressed his fist to his mouth as he felt a familiar queasiness rise.

'Are you kidding me? Now?' Rey thought as he tried to ride through the sensation with slow deep breathes. The clerk stopped filling the bag and cast him a curious look before he pressed the gun to her head as a threat. She went back to filling it with stacks of money until he realized he couldn't keep the lid down any longer. "Where is the bathroom?"

"E-excuse me?" She asked as she turned towards him, noticing his head was down and his fist against his mouth.

"The bathroom. The fucking bathroom. Where is it?" he snapped, speaking in a loud whisper because he didn't want the other hostages to overhear. The clerk just shakily pointed around the corner. "Don't fucking pull anything, I can still see what you are doing through my bots." He tapped his goggles to make his point before he bolted to the bathroom, kicking open the door and ducking into the first stall. Made it. But just barely. He laid partial blame on Todd for letting him eat half a tub of ice cream and Chinese. Those were not meant to be together in one sitting and in such quantity. He rinsed out his mouth and pulled out an altoid before chewing it as he made his way back to the vault. The bag was full and the clerk was waiting for him. "Thanks..." he muttered as he snatched it before hearing an all to familiar sound that told him that his plan was ruined.

'Great. This robbery was for your futures and you had to make me take longer than needed.'

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

The clerk stared after Techno Mastermind for a long minute. What the hell was up with that guy? She filled the bag with shaking hands before he swept back in like nothing had happened. She stared after him with her head cocked. Some people were weird and then there were villains. Acting erratic was nothing among the villains but Techno was usually as reliable as a clock. It was almost like he wanted to get caught.

Venedict had been on the prowl. He leaped from building to building with ease. Most of the crime wouldn't happen for a while since the mayor was all sorts of stirred up. However other districts had been active. The sphinx huffed out a breath before an alarm sounded. It was silent to most people but if a bank's vault was opened without the banker putting in the special stop code then the heroes were alerted. Venedict leaped off his building and onto another rooftop before hearing the whirling of bots. Techno? He wasn't due for another few days. He sped up, finding his target in his sights before pouncing down onto the man. The bot took the brunt of the fall, the metal not withstanding the force of the landing. Techno had been a little jarred but Venedict's aggravation at being ignored and pent up was coming out and he was faster. He had the man hogtied and captured before a single stun gun shot.

He grabbed the bag of money before dropping it back off at the bank. He then returned to his prize....er captive. He threw the villain over one shoulder before carrying him back to one of his miniture hide outs. Well, it was really a reserved room that he had the key for and used all the time because it wasn't a room anyone wanted...being it was on the top floor of the tallest building and the only way to get there was stairs. He placed Techno on the bed before switching the cord that bound his hands to handcuffs. He then unbound the man's legs before searching around the room. Everything was as he left it then. He turned back to Techno before growling. "I don't know what you have been doing but it hasn't been me and I'm rather upset by this." He huffed he didn't have the patience to be nice.

Instead he attacked Techno, his claws slicing through the clothing the man was wearing and his fangs resting around the man's neck. He threw off his armor and unzipped his spandex before sliding his cock out of his sheath. There would be no time for waiting. He slid his cock into the villain, his unnatural feline dick wet enough to act as it's own lube. He rested his hands on the villain's hips, thrusting into him with force. Sure the man was bitching but he hadn't told him no yet and he sure as hell didn't sound like he hated it. He pulled his mouth away from it's usual location before purring, "Gonna knot you. I'm gonna make sure you don't forget me again." He shoved his inflating knot inside of the villain before he came. He wasn't done however.

No. He wasn't done at all. He shallowly thrust his knot against the man's prostate, tormenting that abused hole as best he could with limited movement. "I think you're a bit of a knot slut." Venedict purred, thrusting his cock again to make the knot press up against that prostate. "Perhaps instead of avoiding me, you should have texted me. I would have come and bred you and fucked you on my knot over and over." He traced the rim of Techno's poor abused hole. "I think I should remind you how good I can be? Keep you here on my knot a while and fill you up over and over?" He thrust his knot again. No, he had not been amused to be ignored but he was perhaps enjoying this being mean a little too much. Ruined pants had been torn to the knees and it looked like the villain was only wearing his mask, stockings and gloves.

"I watched that video of you on your toy. I would love to have you being fucked by it while I fucked your mouth. It would be like getting speared by me on two sides." He smirked before thrusting again. He still wasn't satisfied. No. He needed to make up for lost time. As soon as he deflated he pulled out, prowling around until he found a plug in his drawer and shoved it into Techno's hole. "I'm going to fuck that again so I want you to be nice and wet for me. Silly boy, did you think I was done?"

After some recovery he pulled the plug out. He grinned at the wet sound before sliding his member into that pretty hole again. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of this. Seeing you so slutty and speared on my cock. Perhaps one day I'll let you ride me again. I did enjoy watching you try to pleasure yourself on my big cock." He slid his hand around the man's body before thrusting in time to his strokes. This time wasn't as rough and he was more focused on tormenting Techno than he was on actually getting a climax. He didn't last super long however until he was once more knotted inside that hole. He bit down on the man while feeling his climax. He rubbed his knot once more against the villain's prostate. He wanted Techno to be sore. He wanted the man well fucked. He flicked his tail back and forth. Honestly this was probably as bad as the first time he ever cream pied Techno. The beast wanted to play and so the man was filled with lion cream. he pulled out again once his knot deflated.

"You do play the role of debauched victim well." Venedict scooped up some of his cum and spread it over Techno's body. Perhaps round three was needed? He nuzzled into the man's shoulder as he fiddled with the handcuffs. Oh he wouldn't take them off right now. He liked them as they were but he was debated on whether Techno needed another round or let loose into the wild.

 

[Charlie_Death]

Rey had turned and fled as fast as he could, riding on the back of one of his bots. He had managed to make it down the block before getting pounced to the ground, the sound of breaking metal ringing in his ears. Before he could even get his bearings he felt his arms and legs get pulled back and tied. He cast a glare at Lionman as he tied him up and took the money back towards the bank. Didn't that fucker know what that was even for? He's denying his own kids a future education-- oh that's right. He hasn't told him yet. With a sigh he waited for him to return, half expecting for him to actually be turned in. 'Great, now they will be prison babies.' Rey thought to himself when he was foisted onto Lionman's shoulders. He was none to happy about his plans being ruined.

"You know," he grumbled as he was carried across the city. "Normally I would boast some lie that I didn't want to get caught, but this time... I really didn't want to." He saw the outline of the prison and held his breath only to see it fade back into the distance. So he wasn't being turned in. "You just fucked up step one of my... what... 18 year plan? Maybe I can accomplish it in 15. Who knows. I know I won't because someone threw a fucking wrench into the gears of it all!" He wiggled to make a point only to find himself tossed onto a bed and had his restraints swapped out. His stomach flipped when he realized just what he was in for. All the boasting of being kept wasn't just for show. Maybe he really was going to be kept captive. He felt his pants tighten at the thought of it all as he watched Lionman look for whatever it was in the room. He tugged on the cuffs, listening to the metallic click as they caught whatever they were attached to. There was really something arousing about being bound and captive. Maybe he really should have gone for being the damsel in distress. Oh, but that only worked if he was pursuing a villain and it was more of being captured than being rescued that got him going.

"Aww... you missed me? Who was it that wanted me to behave? I only really come out when I have shit to fuck up-- HEY! GOD DAMN IT, LIONMAN!" Rey switched from his teasing tone to a growl. "Must you tear my clothes every. Fucking. Time? It's getting real ol--" He cut off in a half gasp and moan at the sudden forceful entry of Lionman's massive cock. He moaned and struggled to get his bearings again. Oh god, did he miss being filled up that much. He could feel the force of each thrust ricochet throughout his body, the bed slamming loudly against the wall. "You. Fucking owe me. New clothes." He moaned, trying desperately to maintain a sharp tone. "And parts. And a new bot. And... fuck, it's hard to think." He could feel the fangs sinking into his neck and easing off, never penetrating but regularly reminding them that they are there. The danger of it all, knowing that with one bite, he is probably finished. Done. No more villainy, and it was all so exciting. He let out a string of swears when he came much sooner than he thought, only to feel pressure on his prostate from the knot.

"Fuuuuck yes..." He sighed as Lionman rubbed the knot against his insides. He could feel himself growing hard again, hands tugging against the restraints. "H-how can I forget such a massive cock? You underestimate me." He moaned louder with each shallow thrust and being called a slut. He almost wished he didn't have the mask on so Lionman could see just how much he was grinning ear to ear. "Maybe I am. Maybe my whole masterplan is to have myself impaled on that knot of yours." Being old he was being bred made the whole act of his pregnancy seem more animalistic. Less human. Filthy. Like he was nothing but an object meant to be filled with semen to produce more little beastmen. He opened his mouth and shut it. Now wasn't the time, even though he had been successfully bred. Now was not the time, now however, was the time to enjoy what he was missing out on. "Fuck, damn it. I was found out. My evil slutty deeds have been brought to light. I'm nothing more than a lion cock slut." He moaned, body already feeling sore from the fucking. "Yes. Yes please. Fill me up. I want it all. Every. Last. Drop."

Rey was happy that Lionman enjoyed the little gift he left him on that flashdrive. His mind swam with images of him enjoying himself to the homemade porn, customized for both of their enjoyment. He never even thought of being fucked by both Lionman and the machine. Without thinking, he opened his mouth that now felt so empty and whimpered. When Lionman came, the pressure was too much and he climaxed a second time, body overheating and out of breath. He gasped when he felt something cool shoved inside of him. He glanced down and realized that a plug had been inserted. It wasn't something to brush off, it was fairly large, but the fucking left him loose enough that it began to slide out with the pressure of the load of cum trying to escape. He did all he could to keep it in, pulling his feet back, lifting his hips and clenching his ass. Anything and everything he can do to keep it in.

He wasn't done?

"Fuck me..." Rey muttered exhausted. It was taking quite a bit of effort to stay in the position he was in, muscles remaining taut all the while Lionman seemed to take his time getting back to him. It didn't take long for being tied there, covered in his own cum, and elevating his plugged ass to reach his temporarily overloaded mind. The exhausted "fuck me" became a repeated whine as he bounced on his toes, rocking his hips in the air. He tugged on the restraints, not really wanting to get free but wanting something to be done. The anticipation was killing him. "For fucks sake. Please fuck me. Fuck me more! Breed me."

He gasped and went limp for a moment once the plug was removed, giving his muscles a slight break, only to feel the pink beast enter once more. "Oh, there is no trying. Ride that beast was nothing but pleasure." He moaned as he wrapped his legs around him trying to push him in deeper or make him move faster. The slow purposeful strokes were taking it longer for him to get to the edge. He raised his hands and grabbed ahold of the cuff's chains, pulling on them to pull him away when Lionman pulls out, only to push against the mattress to try to get him in more. "Please. Oh fucking please let me ride that again. I want it. Mmm I want it so bad." When he finally came as Lionman knotted him once more, it was more intense than he had anticipated. Tears welled up in his eyes and he could feel them get caught along the edges of his goggles. His body arched, toes curled and he let out a loud cross between a moan and yell. His heart was racing, his body sticky and feeling like a wet towel. Heavy and limp. He just moaned happily, lifting one of his legs and resting it against Lionman's side feeling the feel of the fur on his knee and thigh.

"Thank you. A man can get used to this." Rey hummed as he looked through his goggles at Lionman's face. It was so close, he was tempted to lean over and kiss him but he knew he couldn't. Not with the mask and goggles on. He tapped his knee against him a few times as he thought, breathing slowly catching back up. Maybe... maybe was a good time to test the waters. "Hey uh... hypothetical, non-specific question, for no particular reason... If you could breed me, would you still fuck me raw? Or will you deny me my meals because you don't want kids?" He shifted his weight to get comfortable as rested the other leg over his back, rubbing it gently up and down.

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Venedict blinked a little owlishly at the villains question. It wasn't something he had really thought about. However he chuffed in pleasure at thinking of a pregnant Techno. "I doubt I could really stop at this point. No one has ever let me fuck them as the sphinx before. I enjoy the roughness and the marking more than in my human form. I would obviously not deny you meals or fucking unless it wasn't safe." He ran his fingers around Techno's hole again, admiring how it still seemed to want to suck in whatever touched it.

Venedict purred roughly, "Speaking of. I think someone needs another round. This pretty hole looks hungry again. We can't have that." He lifted Techno up, sliding him down on his cock. The man did say he wanted to fuck himself on it. Venedict licked at the man's nipples while the villain fucked himself on Venedict's cock. He wasn't helping but a little tease wasn't going to hurt the man. In fact, he purred as he teased those nipples. They were really sensitive since the man kept cursing and moaning at him. "Look at you, so slutty. You're swallowing me all up. That poor pretty hole is so greedy." He cursed when he felt the man grind into his knot. Oh fuck yes. If the man was teasing himself with that knot then Venedict was going to help him. He thrust roughly into Techno, his knot popping into the man with a satisfying sound. Venedict purred, he would torment the hell out of the villain with his cock later. "Pretty knot slut. Look at you all stuffed with cream and looking for more. I guess we'll have to fix that won't we?" He paused before grinning, "Oh dear. I neglected something. That pretty mouth of yours likes big cocks too doesn't it? Perhaps you're hungry after all of this activity?"

So when his knot deflated, he wiped off his cock and slid it into his sheath. It would get cleaned in there since the enzymes in his body killed bacteria and anything else he got on his dick. He was curious about something though. He moved Techno's head to his sheath encouraging the man to tongue it and...holy shit that felt good. He shivered while Techno tongued him there. He wouldn't be able to come like this but his body definitely liked it. As a reward he slowly slid out more of his dick, purring when the villain would pay attention to the sheath some more before going to the star attraction. Venedict couldn't blame him. He however did enjoy watching that pretty pretty man suck him off with his ass in the air. Venedict couldn't resist. He pulled Techno's ass to him and started thrusting his fingers into him. He had of course retracted his claws but his fingers were larger than a regular human and the pads of his fingers were rough with use. He massaged the man's prostate, using that as a tool to let the man know when he was going a good job. He would thrust his fingers in and nail the man's prostate when he got a particularly sensitive spot on Venedict's dick. This went on until Venedict climaxed again. Techno however....hadn't.

This gave Venedict an idea. He would need a minute since this was going to make him exhausted but it would be worth it to exhaust Techno. After all he had time to make up for since it had been a long while since he got to fuck as a sphinx. He tormented the villain and kept him hard for a little while until finally he felt rested. Techno was not going to be a naughty boy for a while after this.

Venedict stood, lifting Techno up and sliding him down on his cock. He fucked him that way, from behind as Techno had nothing to hold onto but Venedict's arms. Once he knotted and came however he decided a little...unorthodox position would humiliate Techno right and get that sweet spot. Venedict took away his arms, holding onto the legs of the villain as his front half landed on the bed. He would have rather it been the floor but he wasn't sure the man would reach. Instead he shallowly fucked his knot into the man's prostate. He wasn't stopping and the animalistic way that he was fucking Techno seemed to have the man flushed. "What's the matter, pretty slut? Like being my breeding bitch? Perhaps all that knot makes it more obvious who is fucking you? You won't forget that it's a beast man fucking you with his red rocket. Knotting you like a bitch in heat. Maybe I should record this? The proud Techno panting and yowling like a cat in heat for some cock?" He moaned as he came again, two more times like this and he was done tormenting the man. He did like this position though. Techno looked sexy as fuck being bred by that knot.

Venedict grabbed his phone and recorded his knot wrecking that pretty hole. "So naughty. I'll have to send you this video. You'll have to see how wrecked your pretty hole is on my knot. I'm gonna fill you up with so much seed that you'll be dripping for hours." He flooded the man two more times before he finally let up on his tormenting of the man's prostate. He slid the villain back into bed before sitting himself down. He would have to order room service after they left but it was worth it. Maybe he needed to get a beast dildo like the villain had in his lair and stuff both holes at the same time? He grinned as he looked at the panting man. "You are such a good boy. Look at how good you took my cock for me." He nipped the man's neck affectionately before leaning back against the headboard.

 

[Charlie_Death]

Unless it wasn't safe. There was a whole new meaning to those words for Rey. He smirked beneath the mask knowing that Lionman would be just as irresponsible as him to let this situation happen again. "And no one fucks me so rough when I'm just an ordinary citizen." He hummed when he felt his hole twitch at the teasing contact. He watched as his hands were released and he was pulled onto the beastman's lap. He couldn't help himself, no matter how tired he was getting he couldn't let an opportunity pass him by. He kept a grip on his shoulders and began thrusting himself down, moaning until he felt a tongue run it's way across his nipples and a lit nip. He hadn't noticed that his nipples were slowly growing more sensitive the further along he came, each little touch rang through him and it was only mildly painful when they were sucked. He hissed a swear each time he was rough on his nipples but never told him to stop. The pain mixed in with everything made the sex better.

"If greed is my sin, then indulge me and give me everything," Rey moaned as he pressed down on the knot that had formed below him. He knew he was missing something, that he wasn't as full as he expected. He lowered himself down enough to force it partly inside before backing off, never quite forcing it all in, that is until Lionman did that for him. He threw his head back and went rigid at suddenly being stretched even further. The sheer force that struck his prostrate forced another orgasm out of him. His legs shook and lost what strength they had and he slumped forward, surviving only with hip movements to milk what he was being given.

"You better fucking fix it," he panted, feeling sweat slip between his goggles, slowly fogging up his vision. He went to wipe it away before giving up quickly once he realized that it was on the inside and not the outside that was fogged. He hummed happily at the suggestion of getting to suck him off again. "You better feed me after fucking all the calories out of me." He let himself be slid onto the bed, feeling a bit dejected that it wasn't out and ready for him. "Are you sure you aren't the evil one? Making me work for my meal..." He huffed when he pulled down his mask and began to tease the sheath, dipping his tongue inside to get a taste of something new. He would slip his tongue inside feeling the tip hidden away before returning to slowly tracing the outside. With every little bit that became revealed, he would dip his tongue back in between the slowly emerging cock and sheath before humming along the edges. The more he got into it, the more he shifted himself, legs spread, ass slowly rocking side to side in the air. Part of it was because it was a strain to hold himself up and the other was that he loved being on full display. The lewder he was, the more he got into his work.

The sudden sensation of rough fingers being thrust into him made him moan, mouth full of cock. He took the hints of where to pay attention to, how he licked and where, slowly becoming conditioned with the pleasurable responses he would get from the fingers deep in his cum filled ass. He nearly forgot that there was an end goal to getting to suck of the hero that had captured him. When the sphinx's orgasm struck him, Rey was nearly unprepared. The first bit struck his face, covering his goggles and clouding his vision even further. Not wanting any of it to go to waste, he quickly put the tip in his mouth and desperately drank what he could. His hands gripped his fur covered thigh and wrapped around his waist to hold himself up. Once he was finished, Rey pulled back with a long gasp for air coupled with an odd hybrid of a cough and moan. He lapped up what he could from what he missed off his face.

"Fuck this is so good. You really know how to treat a man to a good meal." Rey hummed, licking the cum off his black gloves. He looked up and flashed a smile as he pulled his mask back over his face. He was still hard when Lionman pulled away from him he was about to complain when he leaned back on his elbows to stretch out his sore legs. "You better be a good host and keep me happy." He spread his legs hoping for him to be fucked again, but instead he got those massive hands teasing his hole. He sat up more to watch them go in an out feeling himself get ever closer to the edge. Lionman must have learned his signs because each time he would back away, leaving his stretched hole empty and twitching with need. He could see the sizable puddle between his legs from the cum that had spilled out and was being rude enough to dry on him. When he moved his hands to finish himself off, they would be roughly pulled away. He cussed, complained and bitched to no avail. The skilled rough hands that protected the city will only return to keep him on the brink before leaving him in painful need.

Being lifted and impaled while facing the bed sent him over the edge. Not just because he had been on the brink for who knows how long, but because he was just able to make out the image of himself in the mirror above the bed. It may have been fogged from sweat and one side of his goggles covered in thick semen, but he could clearly see his flushed body and black mask. Rather, his now black and white mask. He watched himself get fucked, his moans getting louder and more incomprehensible. He wished so badly that he had clearer vision because he wanted to see the state he was in even more. It seemed so much hotter to see it happen all live, to see that massive pink feline dick disappear and reappear just as he felt it. He had completely lost count of how many times he came before he was roughly dropped on the bed.

"Hey... fucking asshole... don't drop me... I could ha--" he gripped the soaked sheets and moaned when he felt the cock thrust into him at a whole new angle, striking him in ways he had never been before. His mind was blank, all he could do was moan, and scream, and shout. He clawed at the sheets, smelling the thick scent of sex and semen that surrounded him. It was all so much. He barely comprehended what Lionman was saying, all he could respond with was babbling nonsensical syllables with the occasional, "more," "yes," "fuck," "fill me," and "cock" interjected. He was spent. Completely and thoroughly spent. There was no moving, all he could do was allow himself to be shifted as he struggled to catch his breath. He looked over at Lionman when he felt a nip on his neck. He raised a hand and tried to touch his face but missed.

"Imma ress ma eyes...." He slurred as he shut his eyes. When he opened them he was able to see better but his eyes burned. He looked over where he has seen Lionman only to find it empty and the room oddly dark. He sat up and looked at the covers that had been pulled over him. He tentatively called Lionman's name a few times in the empty room before making a fool out of himself by shouting threats as loud as he could. When no response came, he assumed he really was alone and removed his goggles and mask. He saw a piece of paper on the stand and picked it up. So he fell asleep and Lionman didn't want to wake him but was kind enough to have spare clothes for him to use. He felt stiff and dirty and desperately needed a shower, but first he should check the time on his phone. His stomach sank as he saw the number of missed calls from his work and that it was well past 7pm. He threw off the covers and stumbled into the bathroom as he listened to the messages. The power is back up. Servers are fine. He needed to verify that any and all work done for the day was backed up. Time clock adjustments. It was a long list of things he needed done before the morning. He had managed to take everything off and set it aside, washing his hands before taking out his contacts.

He showered and found the clothes left for him. He stumbled around trying to see what was there. With his contacts out, it was hard to tell what he was looking at, but his eyes hurt too much from them being in so long. So everything he opened up he would feel and set out before walking away to get at a good distance where he can see what it was. Dildos. Plugs. Vibrators. Gags. Restraints. Paddles. Drawers full of clothes that felt too thin to be of much use in public and another full of ropes of differing textures and thickness. If he wasn't so sexually spent he would have probably played with some of them or get stuck fantasizing if they were all for him or if Lionman used any of them. But now he, unfortunately had work to do that he didn't want to. Already in the shit now, might as well flake out since the office is already locked and he can't get in. Once he managed to get home by taking a taxi and walking a good distance to his lair, he sent an angry text that read: 'Thanks for fucking me into unconsciousness. I was supposed to go back to work and now I have to get my ass up early to fix all the shit that went wrong before everyone gets in. If I lose my bonus, I'm kicking your ass.' After a moment, he sent a final one that read: 'That was fun. Let's do it again but not when I have to go back to work.'

Quidel text Todd a while after he left work. He wanted to pick up some things before he came over. He knew the look he was getting and had a feeling that the young man would want to do something, but he wasn't quite ready for sex, let alone sex with another man. That was uncharted territory for him and he had been in a long mental debate on if he really wanted to cross that bridge. Sure he felt something for the kid. There was something interesting about him and he was utterly fascinated with the range of expressions and emotions he shows around him. He had gotten so used to the same looks of fear and discomfort that he wanted to see more of Todd's happy expressions. He was growing used to hearing his voice fill the void around him that was usually occupied by whispers and awkward conversation.

He swung by a sex shop feeling out of place though it didn't show. He quietly browsed before looking at different lubes. Sure he could have gone to any cheap store and gotten some but he didn't want to get anything cheap. If he was going to get a feel for another man's body, at least he is going to try to make it more pleasurable than awkward inexperienced fumbling. He picked out a mildly pricey lube that didn't need constant reapplication and gave off a light tingle to it. At least, that is what is said on the tube. He bought it and went home, tucking it between the cushions of his sofa. With what he was planning, he wouldn't see the expressions on Todd's face, but he at least wanted to hear him and see if he really wanted to be with a man. Chaste kisses were thing, sex was a whole different thing.

Sent another text to let Todd know he was on his way, pulling up in front of the college where he was waiting. He raised an eyebrow at what he chose to wear but otherwise didn't remark on it. He expected him to be eccentric in his clothes and he was grateful they were going to be indoors at his home and not in public. He lead him to his apartment. It was a basic two room apartment on the third floor. When they first walk in, they were in the living room that had access to one of the two balconies. Beyond it, the kitchen behind a half wall, then the two bedrooms and bathroom. One of the rooms was locked and he kept his Demon Owl things tucked inside. The walls were covered in movie racks with DVDs and VHSs of horror, cult classics and B-movies. There were some iconic and underrated fantasy and sci-fis mixed in but for the most part it was all movies. The windows were plastered over with movie posters as was every door and ceiling in the apartment. A stack of horror enthusiast magazines and a stack of box crates of comics were by the coffee table. There were life sized models of the Predator and Alien on either side of the small card table that acted as a dining room table. A couple empty beer cans sat in the center along with a coffee mug that had permanent stains from excessive use. There was no TV, instead there was a large white sheet tacked to the wall and a projector above the sofa. Beneath it was a stand with several consoles and a large assortment of video games. All of which were horror or had dark themes.

He locked the door behind Todd and watched him look around, carefully measuring his reaction. He had never let anyone in his house before. Well... except for once when a coworker learned they lived in the same apartment building. They had serious concerns about him and had given him a number to contact for hoarding. He didn't think he had a problem. He had seen Hoarders before, his apartment was neat and still able to get around in. He just had a lot of movies and paraphernalia.

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Venedict looked down at the text from his villainous lover. He had cleaned up the man some but when he had pulled the mask off the notorious villain Techno Mastermind....well it was Rey. His Rey. He wasn't sure how to feel that the mild mannered man he was dating was really the villain who he had been fucking for months. Should he be mad? Like was he being cheated on by himself. Which relationship was even first? Rey had said he was the naughtiest. Techno said he was missing on good dick by being good. Was it his dick that was good. That was rather flattering. The man was warm and soft as one and cool and bitchy as the other. It was a hell of a attitude change. Venedict huffed at the bitching, smiling at how the man was bitchy than sweet. Perhaps he should start calling the man a sour patch kid. He texted back reply, 'Anytime, pretty knot slut.' He sent the video of the villain on his knot before starting his paperwork in the rescue.

Todd grinned when he got the text from Quid. He got to have his second date with the sexiest mother fucker out there. He ruffled through his closet before finding a pair of black and white checkered pants. He found a purple and blue jacket. He murmured happily at his expression looking at the tight black shirt under his jacket before pulling on a pair black pirate boots. He skipped down the dorm before trotting over the man's truck. He grinned when he saw the window was upon and leaped into the truck. He landed into the seat awkwardly, sitting up and buckling in before looking at Quidel. The man didn't seem bothered at all by what he had done other than an eyebrow raise at his outfit. Todd huffed amused and started chattering along.

"So I know we were just together but I wanted to look good for you. Well. I think I look good. I know. I know. It's the wrong era. Black is very slimming and I bought this jacket on sale. I thought it was pretty. Although I think if I could afford it I would be a cyber goth. All that black and neon is very nice and flashy." He rattled on about this and that and now he had been bitched out by Rey. He fiddled with the radio then perked when they were back at Quidel's place.

It was nice. Todd looked around at the stuff with wide eyes. He couldn't really afford all this stuff but he supposed that Quidel had nothing better to do than collect stuff. He paused at the predator and xenomorph replicas. The predator was seven foot tall and the same height as Quidel whereas the xenomorph was six foot and six inches so both of them were taller than Todd. He looked back at Quid before grinning, "Whelp. I'm fucked. They'd both kick my ass." He wondered around looking at the movies and picked up Heathers, "Ahh the musical for this was badass. Still just as fucked up though." He wondered through until he found what he was looking for. The bedroom. Jackpot. He looked around and cocked his head amused at the bed. It was also colored black and a fairly impressive size. Todd opened his mouth before frowning, "You know they custom make beds now, right?" It was an impressive size but so was Quidel. "You poor MUS." He ran his fingers over the action figures before puffing out a breath. He doubted the man brought too many people back here since it screamed single bachelor. Todd sat on the bed with a smirk before looking at the figures.

Figures from horror films lined the wall at the end of the bed and this kind of made Todd nervious. Seriously, how was a man supposed to get it on when soulless plastic eyes? Perhaps this was why the Amish made dolls without eyes. Todd frowned, "Okay. Yeah. I can handle the whole apartment but this has to be the creepiest part. Like, how are you supposed to get it on with all these little figures judging you." He paused then growled, "Is this like American idol or some shit where you have judges. I don't know that I perform well under pressure Quid." He looked at the man's expression. "Don't look at me like that. I'm just saying. Freddy over there looks like he's gonna score me a one." He crossed his legs and huffed at Quid. "I know. I know. Just movie and chill. Don't go to fast Todd."

He walked past Quidel, pausing and gently tugging the man down for a kiss before going back into the living room. He looked over the selection before pausing at the video games. "Think I could watch you play these some day?" He went back to the movies before refocusing on Heathers. It reminded him of when he was younger. His siblings would watch teenagers getting killed while they watched him. So he selected Heathers before settling into the couch. He crawled into the morph's lap when Quidel sat down before leaning back into him. It was nice how the man was big enough to encircle him with his arms. He looked at Quidel's pants before huffing, "Do you wear any other colors but boring ones?" He wished he could feel those shiny black feathers but he wasn't quite sure how much of a freak he could out himself to be. He then rubbed his head under Quidel's chin like a cat while the movie was starting. "Think I could get a mask like you? My goggles are nearly as cool." He happily wiggled into place and started to watch the movie.

 

[Charlie_Death]

Quidel watched Todd measure himself up to the life-sized replicas with a wide grin. He wasn't surprised to see him explore the apartment with a wide grin and peruse his film collection. Nor was he surprised that the one he picked out was from the 80's. He cast a glance at the sofa when Todd made his way down the hall. He didn't plan on taking him further back but the young man seemed determined to fully explore the area. Todd helped himself to the bedroom which was cramped given he managed to push a king sized bed into the corner, further extending it with a storage bench pushed up at the foot of the bed so it extended it. Todd seemed to admire his collection, which remained in his room simply because he didn't have a lot of space elsewhere in the apartment. He thought of getting some place bigger but the rent was low and allowed him to afford his hobbies.

He shook his head at the mention of custom beds. He supposed it would make sense, given his size to have one custom made for him. However, he would also have to have custom sheets and blankets. If something happened to the sheets, he couldn't go pick up another set at the nearest store but instead had to wait for his order to be shipped to him. It would be more of a hassle, but would it be a good investment? He looked at the doorway and narrow hallway, trying to measure out how it would work to fit a larger mattress and bedframe into the back room. It was tough enough for the King size. So, most likely, no. Not in this apartment. He raised an eyebrow at Todd's musings about being judged by the figure collection. Sure they were all on one wall facing the bed, but technically, all four of the walls faced the bed so it was going to happen regardless on where he put them. That one wall happened to be the only one that was free from obstruction in the apartment. He looked away with the back of his hand pressed against his mouth, hiding the smile that cracked at the thought of Freddy Kruger giving him a one for his sexual performance.

"I doubt they have an opinion," he muttered when he quickly regained his composure. He mentally captured the picture of Todd sitting on the edge of his bed, legs crossed with a pouty look on his face. He almost seemed like he wanted to throw a tantrum from having to wait. The sight of someone else sitting on his bed was oddly intimate. Quidel brushed it off as just being due to the fact that no one has been in his room for years. All his other sexual experiences occurred in his previous girlfriend's rooms, not his. So seeing someone on his own bed, upset and talking about the sex he intended to have there. Completely unashamed. Then again, he doubted the man knew the feeling of shame since he didn't so much as become embarrassed when he was caught sucking him off last time as well as go out dressed the way he does. He followed Todd back to the living room and muttered a quick, "sure" at having Todd watch him play. He wanted to play a game alright, just not one on a console.

He sat in the center of the sofa, giving himself enough room to be able to reach for the lube that he had hidden away. "I care more for comfort than looks," Quidel spoke as Todd sat in his lap. With little hesitation, he wrapped his arms around the man's waist as he felt him squirm in his lap. His disguise was rather cheap and if someone stared at his face long enough, they could probably figure out who it was. Maybe he could make him one, but he needed to figure out just want look would suit him best. He filed those thoughts away for another day as he watched the opening scene. The opening song "Que Sera, Sera" was oddly fitting. He gave the movie a few minutes before he sunk his hands lower, thumbing the button of the checkered pants. Another couple minutes later and he slipped a hand up his shirt, feeling the smooth skin underneath. His fingers traced his side and made their way up to his nipples, pinching them lightly. He pulled away after he felt a light shock from his teasing, looking down at the smaller man on his lap.

"Shh... Just watch the movie." Quidel whispered in Todd's ear as he pulled off his jacket and shirt. He looked down at his thin frame in the dim lighting from the projector. He gently massaged his chest, fingers running over his nipples before dropping a hand back down to his pants, unbuttoning them. It was a tight fit but he managed to slip his hand inside stroking the growing erection beneath. After a while of light teasing he got fed up with just his fingers being the only thing to get a feel. He thrust his hips forward, lifting Todd before pulling his pants down, slowly exposing him further. He pulled Todd's legs up, shushing him once more as he removed his boots and the remaining pieces of clothes. It was slow going given how tight the clothes were but he was determined to get it all off. Once it was off he turned his attention to Todd, watching his body squirm.

Quidel has never had a naked man this close to him. He could feel him squirm, his body growing warmer and a reoccurring shock to his fingers that felt like a 9 volt when pressed to his tongue. Every time he went back to slowly stroking him and teasing his nipples, he would feel a shock and hear Todd stammer something about static. He knew his apartment and he knew that he didn't get static. Likewise, Todd was an electrical battery. Those shocks had to have been from him. He gave his nipples a pinch more then ran his fingers down his chest and inside his thighs, gently scraping his nails on his skin. He could feel the little electrical charges underneath his fingers gently zapping him.

"I know that's you," he whispered, lips against his ear. He was beginning to enjoy listening to the little noises Todd was making. His body wasn't as off putting has he had thought, either he had some attraction to men or Todd was a rare exception. Reaching between the cushions, he pulled out the lube and opening it with one hand before drizzling some of it over Todd's twitching cock. He went back to gently stroking him, paying attention to his breathing and how he moved. When he felt him tense up he would pull away, feeling another shock. He lifted Todd's legs, slid him lower and spread them, slipping his hand even lower and slipping a single finger inside.

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Todd blinked and looked down when he started to feel Quid's hands move. He felt the man's thumb at his button before moving up to his nipple. Todd bit his lip. His nipples were sensitive and while he knew he would have to eventually tell Quidel he had a bad instinctual habit of shocking partners. He opened his mouth, stammering out an 'I-I' before being shushed. That was fine, Todd could shush. Todd could totally get down with some petting....if he could touch too but that wasn't happening. Instead he felt his jacket and shirt being pulled off. Okay. This was hot. His nipples were tormented some more before he felt his pants being opened and Quidel's long fingers stroking him. The man couldn't get far, Todd had wore these tight pants to look good, not to be petted. If he had known this was on the table he would have worn something better. He honestly tried to focus on the movie again but Quidel's petting was making him hard.

However somehow he still wasn't ready when the man thrusted up. He could feel that dick right on his ass and he moaned loudly. He wanted it he wanted it now. He felt cool air on his heated skin as Quidel pulled his pants down. His member was twitching hot and bothered. Hell Todd was hot and bothered. The feeling of his pants felt like they were holding his legs and the man was so much larger than him and Todd's ass was out. He felt like prey and he loved it. He panted now. His boots had been taken off and his pants were slowly worked off of his body. It did take a while and all the while Todd was holding onto Quidel's arm. He couldn't help his pants, his position was lewd and he felt captured and on display. Once his clothing were fully off he couldn't help the blush that was slowly covering his body. He felt very sexy to have all of Quidel's attention on him while he was stripped naked. He felt like a toy or prey that the larger man could play with.

Once naked he moved back into Quid, grinding his ass into the man's slow growing erection. He watched Quidel's hands move over him, he could see tiny sparks coming off of him and his body flushed more. "I-I-I ca-ca-can't believe the st-st-st-static here." He moaned as his nipples were tormented. He couldn't help but to lewdly grind down. He needed something in him. He wanted Quid in him. Was he not enough? He gasped at his nipple being pinched before moaning, "Da-da-damn st-st-st-static." Todd gasped when Quidel whispered in his ear. He heard the cap of lube before gasping out at the feeling of the cool liquid.

"Please fuck me." He moaned out, holding onto the larger man's arms until he felt that first finger enter him. He needed more. Greedy lust motivated him and he twisted inside Quidel's hold, frantically clawing at the man's pants with need until he got them open. However he didn't get to get his prize of that big delicious cock. Instead, Quid had grabbed a belt and spun him around and had him pressed back flush against him. Todd whimpered, his body dripping more as he felt his ass being fucked by two fingers. "Please...Quid-del ple-ase fuck me." He huffed and gasped, wiggling as his ass was explored by those clever fingers. Quidel was being mean. The teasing was making him drip and he could feel the man's erection as he worked Todd's ass. He was up to three fingers and every now and then his prostate was pegged. He couldn't escape and the torment was making him harder than ever.

"Master!" He screamed, his body shivering on the edge of orgasm. He wanted it. He wanted it so bad. He would do anything to feel it. "Just fuck my ass or my legs. I want to feel it please. I want your cock on me. If I can't have it in me. Please!" He whimpered, that plead seemed to catch Quidel's attention though his brain was too focused on his pleasure to figure out why. He felt the lube leak out of his hole a little and he whimpered some more. He had been caught he was prey. He was a toy to Quidel's whims. Why wasn't he being used to pleasure the man instead of just himself. He was on a wire thin stand until orgasm so when Quidel moved his fingers one last time, Todd came.

He covered his own chest, semen spraying out in his frustration. He whimpered against Quidel, his ass feeling sensitive as it pulsed around those pleasure giving fingers. However when he finished climaxing, he squirmed in Quidel's hold. He wasn't happy with just himself coming. He slid out from Quidel's hold before the man could untie him. He pushed himself up off his belly and had himself in a position that exposed his ass for taking. He reached under himself the best he could and spread his cheeks to expose his hole to Quid. "Please. You caught me. You toyed with me. Use me for your pleasure too." He panted under that hot gaze but he wasn't giving up. No. He wanted to please Quidel too. In any way he could. He made a unhappy cry as he couldn't hold his arms back like that anymore and instead spread his legs more. "Please...." He was getting hot and bothered again under Quidel's gaze. He couldn't help it as his cock started to plump up again. He pushed up on his elbows and moaned, "Pleeeaase! Master! I want to be used for your pleasure. Please! Isn't my hole pretty? Don't you want to torment it more? I'm your prey. You can touch me more. You can cover me in cum. I am here for you're pleasure." He moaned against the couch. He was too caught up in his pleasure to be ashamed and too tormented to realize he had once again called Quidel his master again. Why wouldn't he fuck him? Was there something wrong with him? "Please." He moaned when he felt the tentative touch of Quidel. "Master, please use me. You can rub off on my little hole. Perhaps press it in? Just the tip? Just the head? I wanna be your good boy." He begged the morph once more. Perhaps he would listen this time?

 

[Charlie_Death]

The movie at this point was just background noise. No one in the room cared that the Heathers were falling apart or more students were being killed in staged suicides. Todd's focus was entirely on his needs, his whining getting louder and Quidel's attention was observing every twitch, moan, and pant the smaller man uttered. The more he begged the more it seemed to turn him on. No one wanted him that badly, nor was so aggressive to get into his pants. He wasn't nearly done learning the internal map of Todd when he felt him struggling behind him to get into his pants. In a rush, he ripped off his belt, slipped it through the buckle, tightened it around Todd's wrists and yanked them back and over his head. As punishment, he slipped in another finger to stretch and prod. He didn't even know if it was much of a punishment, the motion was so smooth, but he had read something that proper prep before anal intercourse was needed. Not that he planned on it. Nor would he openly admit that he looked those things up. Thank the internet for the invention of incognito tabs.

Quidel slowly moved his fingers in and out, drumming them along his insides at different angles, searching for just the right spot. When he found his prostate, he would slowly massage it, accounting for the desperate rocking of his hips. He didn't want him to get too greedy. He tested different pressure, rhythms and alternated teasing his sweet spot to pulling his fingers out and stretching the hole some more. All movement stopped when he heard the shout of "master" in his ear. He turned his gaze from watching his fingers disappear to Todd's flushed face. He listened as he begged for any contact, any more usage of himself for Quidel's own pleasure. He felt a new found sense of dominance over someone. Not one brought on by fear, or that he could easily terrorize someone, but that he held all the cards to what another person wanted to the point they begged loudly and unashamedly. In the light of the projector, he could see the flush covering the young man's body, the way his chest heaved, legs spread and arms pulled back. It was all arousing, so much so that Quidel could easily get used to this. He debated briefly as he slowly traced the needy hole with his fingers, felling the shocks once more as he thought about the offer. He wanted to be fair. He had left Todd to go back to his dorm, fully aroused on their first date and this one, he intended to send Todd off satisfied while he had to tend to himself. Yet here he was once again at a crossroads without a sign. He could oblige the young man and break his personal rule of three dates before sex, deny him entirely, or compromise by using the exterior of his body as his own toy. Finally settling on his answer, he slipped his fingers in and pressed hard on his prostate, watching the pearl streams reflect in the movie light.

Quidel loosened his grip on the makeshift restraints when Todd began to squirm. He didn't let him get away, instead he waited. He waited to see just how desperate the man was. He had gotten his pleasure, yet he begged more to be used, and there was that word again: master. Was that what he had been doing? Toying with him? He only captured him to hold him still and have him behave himself. He didn't think much farther than that. He watched as Todd strained to look at him, eyes tearing up. All Quidel could muster was one of his eyebrows being raised and unbreaking eye contact. He didn't blink, not once as Todd begged and tried to present himself. He looked so desperate and attractive at that moment. So full of need to be at another's disposal. There was a flash of recognition in Quidel's mind as he remembered their conversation earlier at the buffet. The blush and stare when he mentioned being swooped up and devoured. It made more sense after Todd had declared himself his prey. Suddenly it was becoming clear. The odd fascination with him as the Demon Owl, the odd look of enjoyment when he is being stared down in his emotionless, unblinking gaze. Quidel lowered his gaze and saw that through Todd's pleading, he had become more aroused. Tentatively, Quidel traced that hole again. He had decided to use him, cave in to Todd's demands and get off, but now that he had a clearer idea on what he wanted, he thought things over.

His gaze slowly went over the apartment as he tried to formulate a plan. He could see the shaking in Todd's arms from the strain of holding his arms up and he dropped the belt. Just as Todd went to make a move, Quidel wrapped his arms around him and lifted him up as he stood. For a moment he stood him on the coffee table before casting a wayward gaze at his comics that were stacked nearby. Can't let them get damaged, even though they were wrapped properly in plastic. He traced his hands up and down Todd's sides for a moment, feeling him tense with anticipation before lifting him once more and dropping him roughly on the sofa. Todd's knees were on the cushion that he had been sitting on. Before the college student could free himself from the belt, he grabbed ahold of it and pulled it tight, wrapping the excess length around his knuckles until his hand was able to grip where Todd's wrists met. He leaned heavily into him, grinding into his raised rear, and exhaled heavily on his neck. He felt Todd's reaction in the rippling, teasing shocks that resonated from him. He undone his pants and let them drop as he whipped out his increasingly hard cock. He ground into him slow and hard, being sure to press against the loosened, lubricated hole. He felt his member try to slip in but kept it out.

Quidel ignored the movie as he ground into Todd's ass, one hand tight on his hips and the other on his bound wrists. Each little thrust he gave was slow and deep, stopping every so often just to hear Todd beg some more and move his own hips. He felt like saying something but he didn't know what to say in this situation. He had no mental script on what to say. He never participated in dirty talk before and didn't want to risk screwing it up some how. Yet, he was sure that Todd was perfectly fine with his silence. After a particularly long whine, Quidel put one foot onto the sofa to get a better bearing before humping him faster. He could feel himself get closer to the edge. The light shocking he had been receiving was a whole other sensation added to it all. The more he got into thrusting between his cheeks the more he felt the electrical charges. It didn't hurt at all, rather it was a like a rippling hum through his cock. As his orgasm his him, he released Todd's hands and braced the wall as he came on his back with a light grunt. He pressed Todd's head down when he tried to get up so he could hold him in place as he slowly rode out the last waves. Once he was done, the hand that was on his head slowly made its way down his back, rubbing his cum into Todd's skin. It was surreal that he, having no prior experiences with another man found this so enjoyable. He helped Todd to his feet and didn't have to look anywhere else besides his face to know that he was satisfied. He certainly was an odd one.

"You can use my shower..." Quidel spoke barely loud enough to be heard over the movie that was finally ending. He stared down at the young man who seemed in a daze. Without thinking, he held his face with his cum covered hand before leaning in and planting a brief kiss on his flushed lips. "Next date is your choice..." He paused for a moment before adding, "Then we can have sex." Yes. He was fully prepared to go all the way. Todd was a rare exception and if his eccentric trends continues, a rather fun one. He felt a smile threaten to crack across his face at the thought of how Todd will react to the real deal. Quickly composing himself, or rather trying to cover up the accidental slip of emotion, he walked away muttering about getting a towel ready for him.

Rey was surprised he even managed to fall asleep the night before. Sure he got a few hours of sleep after getting fucked in the oddly well stocked fuck pad, or whatever it was, but he still had work to go to. He had the feeling that he couldn't pull strings to stay home this time. Still, to be sent a video he didn't even realize was taken of him, all it did was make him horny again but he was still too sore to really satisfy himself completely. He was like a whole other person, writhing on the sheets babbling like a mad man. He shook the images out of his head as he opened a can of Minion's cat food. He had to go to work early and get everything done. He managed to get to work early enough to adjust the time clock, glad that those that had stayed left notes on when they left. He was in such a good mood from the day before he had even left before everyone arrived and returned with coffee. He bought everyone what they asked for when he sent out a group text, handing each and every one out with a smile. He was slow moving thanks to his legs not quite getting the feel back from being fucked so much and those damn stairs. He heard some off handed comments from the other staff members about him having gotten laid just before work and just brushed it off.

Last but not least was Todd's drink. Rey found him in the breakroom in a daze and if he didn't know him so well, he would have sworn he was on something. He handed him his drink before leaning on the table and looking up at him through his glasses. "Well... uh... Something certainly happened yesterday. Gossip?"

Curtis Peck managed the south eastern quarter of Boxton. He was their gun and crossbow toting hero: the Ranger. He had moved up to Boxton in hopes of opening up a gun range since he strongly believed in the second amendment and everyone's natural, god given right to protect themselves from anyone and everyone. He didn't exactly qualify much as a super, though that didn't stop others from classifying him as such. His muscles were large and had won him a couple body building contests when he attended a couple years back. He was a 6'6" tower of cold hard steel muscles. His blond hair was cropped short but long enough to be slicked back and his blue eyes were almost always hidden by a dark pair of sunglasses. He had a habit of wearing cargo pants or jeans with sleeveless shirts. It was often hard to find long sleeve shirts that fit him properly. If it wasn't his odd resemblance to Duke Nukem that made him stand out, it was the southern drawl he spoke with. He was pretty sure that is what gave him the nickname of Ranger than Duke Nukem by the citizens of Boxton. When he would venture out to clean up the streets of gang related crime, he would come out strapping with a 9mm on his leg, an AR-15, bowie knife, and a custom crossbow slung over his shoulder. He wore large hunting boots, hunters camo pants, matching half mask, and a tan muscle shirt underneath his AR-15's magazine bandolier. However, what made the Ranger stick out so much, was his aviator glasses paired with his tan cowboy hat and drawl. He was much more gun-ho than the other heroes but when one was taking on criminals with guns, you needed guns and Curtis was one hell of a shot. He aimed to incapacitate those around him, shooting their legs or shoulders. Sure there may have been some who had to be rushed to the hospital and didn't walk the same again, but for the most part, they lived. Those that were unarmed but still trying to rob people at knife point, often got his fists.

He could be burdened with so much gear yet move like he didn't have any of it. Another knack he had back from when he lived more in the country was his ability to track. Once learning the lay out of the city and what people did, he was able to learn how to track those around him and hunt down different members of gangs. Though these days it isn't as much of a feat as one would think with how everything was put up on social media. But he didn't tell the reporters that. Shockingly, no one noticed he was the Ranger even though he was the only person around with a drawl. Either the citizens of Boxton were daft or it just wasn't a thing to figure out just who was who. He sat in the back office of his shooting range as he listened to police scanners for anything in his area. Since he had been around for the past few years, there was strikingly few gangs that dared to start up so he was starting to run out of things to do. The first couple years were so busy he barely had time to start up his business but now it seems more like he is a business owner than a vigilante hero. Still, he would help out when gangs tried to move to other areas and he was needed to track them down while the real supers took on the super villains. He let out a sigh as he felt that he needlessly put on his uniform once again when he heard about a bank robbery in progress. All he managed to take note of was the location, in his area finally, and that the perpetrator was highly unusual. The dispatcher didn't know what to make of what the reports said but Curtis didn't care. He had someone to track down. He bolted out the back door to a small garage and hopped on his trademark quad and booked it down the streets. It had a distinct sound that many people in the area were familiar with and often parted the roads for him as they would any other service vehicle. It felt like a privilege to have such trust amongst his fellow neighbors. However, when he reached the bank he noticed the screaming and an odd hole in the side that looked as if it was melted. What in the hell could have caused that?

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Todd was pretty sure that Quidel was not offended at all. He felt bad that when the man had taken him home, all he had done the whole way was stare at Quidel like he was god's gift to man. In fact he was almost sure the man had almost smiled a few times so he could guess that Todd's odd fetish for being helpless prey for someone bigger than him wasn't exactly offending the man. In fact the man looked a little smug for someone who didn't show emotions. He did text a very polite thank you to the man for seeing to his needs and not shaming him for them. However today he couldn't seem to focus at all. He wore a skin tight long sleeved shirt under his polo to hide the belt marks. He had asked Quid if he could ear arm warmers but the man had stated that no one wore those anymore. He stared at the table in the break room in a daze as he thought about what had happened last night on his date. How was it that he had gotten the best sex of his life without getting a dick inside of him? How was that? What was this witchcraft that Quidel had somehow worked on him?

He heard Rey come in and cocked his head. "How is it I got the best sex of my life and the man didn't even use his dick? Honestly, he's a fucking master of sex magic or some shit." He paused before recoiling back quickly. Rey didn't like Quidel and he had called the man an it before making a scene. Todd looked away, "Nevermind. You don't care." He scratched the side of his nose awkwardly before he noticed Rey looked rather awkward too and he had a turtle neck on in this weather. Oh. Well then they both got some good sex. "So....did you get the bitch fucked out of you or is your other personality going to make another appearance today?" He chuckled softly at the look Rey was giving him. "I'm not stupid. I'm only wearing long sleeves for the same reason you are. Except your man likes your neck too I take it." Todd leaned back in his chair a moment before humming, "Office rumor is that we went to an orgy together and got the attitudes fucked out of us. I suppose they are half right. We did get our attitudes straightened out."

Russel Murris had moved into Boxton to start a new life. His family was mostly scattered with his brother presumed dead. His mother was more busy finding the newest and best cock to hop on to worry about anything else. Her six children all had different dads. Only Russel had turned out a super though. Only his younger brother had liked him after they found out that he turned into a bastardized version of the horror movie monsters the Xenomorphs. Most morphs gained some height when their body shifted shape but Russel kept in line with the laws of matter and stayed the same five foot six inches he had been rocking since high school. Mud brown hair and eyes made him painfully average and forgettable when he was trying to scout the bars for sex. That was probably why he had taken to drag and had become one of the most obnoxious bitches out there. Oh well.

He shifted his body, arms and legs gaining glistening black plating as his body shifted around to make his body more aerodynamic. His head shifted out, his jaws growing out into a strong animalistic jaw with a broad human nose and heavy brow. His eyes turned black and his forehead grew a heavy head plate that reminded him more of a triceratops or perhaps those crusher xenomorphs in that obscure game Colonial Marines. He stood on his hind legs and checked his stomach plates before looking over his five whip-like tails. He could grip, pull and use them to his advantage which was good since he lost his thumb when he transformed. Four of the tails could unsheathe sharp blades but the fifth was a breeding tail and could lay eggs into a body. Russel rather thought this was a useless feature since he already had a dick and it wasn't like he had a lot of offers when he looked like this. Opening up his mouth he sighed before twisting and stretching. He pulled on a black backpack before heading out. He slithered out of the small opening that led to his alien lair and started taking off running.

He had started a business when he moved here a month ago. Monster Jobs Construction was a play on his other form but mostly they did do big jobs. He had brought some of his crew with him but he needed more and not many macho men would listen to someone under the average height of a man in the US. He needed respect but mostly he needed money. He felt joy running through the parks and open spaces in this part of the city. He didn't know which hero patrolled this section but he was about to make their lives harder. He spied a nice looking bank before putting his head plate down and head butting through the door. Screams erupted around him but he didn't care he bolted through the building before leaping over the counter and racing back into the vaults. He let loose a stream of acid when he got to the vault door and slithered into the vault itself as he sighed. He had slashed every camera he had found since he didn't want news of his form to get out publicly on the first day. Well there would be news about this but no footage. He filled the backpack with money. Older money since new money would get someone caught and had a nice full back before he heard the sound of engines. He climbed up the wall, hanging onto the ceiling and glad for his ninja monster skills.

The man who walked in looked like something out of an old western. He supposed this was the hero. He should have looked this up before moving here but he didn't really care where he ended up in Boxton other than if it had affordable housing and room to roam. The blonde was an example of what a man should be and that burned Russel's temper. He was attracted to the most macho of macho men but they didn't take him seriously. They didn't want to submit to him even when he proved he was stronger. They wanted to be on top and fuck him. This hero was going to get the brunt of his ire since he really couldn't take out all the idiots who had degraded him. Russel leaped off of the ceiling, twisting in midair to land on the man's shoulders. He grinned as he unsheathed his dick, so that when he landed on the hero his large alien meat had beat him in the face. Russel couldn't stay long however so he leaped off the hero and rushed at the wall, spitting acid to make it weak before slamming his head plate against it to crumble it.

The blonde was already back on his feet and cussing when Russel looked back. He opened his mouth and let his tongue hang out just to taunt the man. The from the amount of yelling and the gunshots after him, he assumed it had worked so Russel took off like a bat out of hell. He ran like a cheetah, his sprint moving him almost out of sight when he heard a quad start following him. Okay. He could respect that the man was dedicated and he didn't take shots at him unless everything was clear. Russel weaved in and out of trees and around corners so fast he hoped to lose him. No. The hero didn't ever really get lost from him even though Russel's speed was far faster than the quad could go. Russel looked around before spying an old theater. Classy. He could hide in the darkness where he would have the advantage and got the amusement that it was somewhere that the aliens movies could have been seen. Well and plays but fuck those. He sped up, lowering his head and bashing through the front doors before shimmying up the walls and onto the cat walks.

His hero it would seem was either brave or stupid. The man walked in, since his quad would never fit, and had his gun at the ready. The bullets won't pierce his skin, not much would but he could let the man try. Of course if he hit a soft spot like an eye or somewhere than he would have been killed. So Russel removed his backpack before crawling down the wall part way. It was so dark that the hero couldn't see him as long as he moved slow. He let out a roar before leaping off the wall and at the hero. The man did as expected when confronted by that sight and shot a shit ton of bullets at him before dodging. Russel lowered his head plate before charging at the human and zigzagging his way around the bullets. He caught the man and used his head plate to flip him over before slithering up the walls again. The hero seemed to catch on that he was toying with him and tried shooting around. However this only accomplished finishing off his ammo and Russel took the moment to hang down from the ceiling with his hands and shoot out webbing from his belly button. He wasn't sure why the hell that was where it was but it was often confused with him pissing so he ignored the shouts and watched as the hero tried and failed to get the webbing off.

In what he could only assume was a panicked reaction somehow the hero had gotten his hands stuck to each other at the wrists and had them behind his back when the web hardened. Okay. Weird but whatever, he could work with that. He sprayed his web on the ground and tripped up the hero before watching as the man somehow managed to land in what had to be the most accidental sexual position that Russel had seen. The man's chest was stuck to the floor and his knees had been stuck in a position that left him wide open for anything Russel wanted to do if he so desired. It was what many called the breeding position and Russel wanted to laugh.

He sat down in front of the man like a dog would and cocked his head. The hero struggled but it seemed the more he struggled the more his scent changed. He watched the man in interest as he started panting and groaning. Oh. What did we have here? A rope bunny? Russel stood on his four legs and walked lazily back behind the man. The panting increased as the hero started to struggle and grow more aroused. Russel sat behind the man and crept closer to the hero's erection. He could hear the man talking but he wasn't really paying attention to the words. Instead he nuzzled his head around that displayed bulge and very gently mouthed the clothed erection. He had to be careful of his teeth but his broad triangular tongue was feeling around that big dick for him. He supposed he could use his fingers to get a better idea but he liked the smell. He mouthed the man for a while longer, listening to the moans before pulling back. He nipped the hero's ass cheek before giving it a smack with his hand. He did this a few more times but since he couldn't see the red marks he stopped. The blonde had seemed to like it though. Russel then pulled the cheeks apart and mouthed the crease of that bubble butt until he found the man's hole.

That must have been the jackpot because he heard the man moan loudly. Or perhaps he just was getting close? Russel didn't know but he enjoyed tormenting the man a while more before walking back up front of the man. He was flushed and panting louder. Russel sat back down in front of him and looked him over as he felt his cock release from his sheath. He loved big burly men who were utter bottoms. This was like a page out of Russel's fantasy. He moved closer, gently nudging his cock against those pretty lips before he got what he wanted. Oh he didn't expect the man to suck him off but that pretty little tongue was definitely tentatively licking his dick. Russel put his hand on the man's head and threaded his four fingers through the hero's hair. He moaned a little as he felt that tongue on him. It didn't take him much to send him over the edge. He rumbled a pleasured sound before groaning out a 'Good boy'. Appearantly he wasn't the only one enjoying himself because after that the hero climaxed as well. The man's pants were soaked and Russel made a happy little sound at the sight.

However it only took a moment for reality to set it. He had made someone come as his morph self. He fell over backwards in shock before twisting in a way that would have broken anyone but a cat's spine. He whipped out his tail blades and cut the hero loose before scurrying away and up the wall. No one had ever wanted him like this. He pulled on his backpack and leaped out the second story window, landing on the quad before using his blades to slash all the tires. He needed to get away. He needed to think. He had found a fucking unicorn macho bottom and it had been when he was a morph. What fucking unfair fate that was. He slithered away into his lair before shifting back and heading home. He would have to think about this. He needed to treat the man right. it was only fair to treat something of such rarity and beauty with a bit of class.

 

[Charlie_Death]

Rey took a better look at Todd and noticed that he had long sleeves on pulled low enough to cover some of his hands. He didn't expect to be told that he had sex, or not sex, or whatever it was. He looked away for a moment before smiling at the suggestion that the bitch was fucked out of him. Yeah, he felt really good and he was sure that nothing could upset him at the moment. Even Todd seemed civil given their recent dispute. "I... I could say the same for you." He cast a gaze out into the main office where the gossipers passed by casting glances in their direction. He rubbed his neck and pulled the collar even higher, face coloring bright red. "T-that he does... Normally I would take off from work... Or work from home until it's... less noticeable. They have some wild imaginations and loose lips." He tried to shoot a glare at the other employees but couldn't muster any sharpness to it. "I-I wouldn't try to feed them any ideas."

Curtis climbed off his ATV and headed into the bank. Most of the people had successfully fled in terror but there were still some hiding. He took one look around at the devastation inside. Rubble was scattered about but there was no sign of the villain. He raised his AR-15 and began to sweep the area, looking in every direction but up. He hadn't expected the sudden weight to be thrown on him, nor having something hot and wet hit his face. He topped back nearly dropping his gun, hat falling off when the robber landed on him. He quickly rolled over and aimed his rifle, only to hesitate at the sight he saw. Acid dissolving the wall right before a black, multitailed monster busted through, hauling ass down the road. "A monster?" He muttered as he hopped to his feet, putting his hat back on. "You destructive little shit. You're gunna pay, for that."

He ran out and immediately hopped back on his ride and took after the monster. It was faster than he can keep up and tried to evade him. He kept his sights trained on it and tried to shoot it when no one was in the way. It was so unpredictable the few shots he did take did not hit. It was frustrating. He never missed a shot, not since he was a boy and had gotten his first rifle. Yet here, shot after shot fired was a miss. By the time he managed to find the place the monster hid, which wasn't hard since it was the only building with a gaping hole in the front, he had already needed to reload. He took his time walking in, noting how dark it was. He barely could see. Since no one was around to see his face, he pulled off his shades and half mask, tucking the shades into the mask bunched on his neck. Even with the shades put away, it was still too dark to see in the abandoned theater. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small flashlight. It is always good to have one on you, like a multitool and a knife.

He inched his way through, searching the main theater, peeking between seats and along the walls. He heard a roar and spun in the direction, firing off a few shots. The darkness of the room and the black skin of the monster made it hard to determine where it was. He felt it knock into him, stumbling him back. It took a lot of force to unbalance him. He fired the rest of the shots and quickly reloaded. "You fucker." He muttered as he began to fire into the black abyss, searching for any sign of the creature. Once he exhausted the AR-15 he switched to his hand held. His crossbow was of no use in here and once his bullets were out, he let out a stream of curses. He didn't think he even landed one shot. He thought he had it in his sights but it kept coming after him, following him around and running circles around him. It was frustrating.

Curtis tossed down the gun and decided that if it kept charging him, he might as well go mano a mano. He suddenly felt something cling to his arm. He tried to pull free from the odd webbing that was caught on him. He tried to reach for his knife but it was attached to the other thigh out of reach with his muscles. Looks like it is brunt strength. He tried to get his bearing on one of the seats, pulling and twisting. when the webbing finally managed to give way he fell forward and the torn remains on the one arm managed to cling to the other behind his back. Why was it so damn strong and sticky? Did it harden on him? He felt more of the webbing cling to his legs. His hat had fallen off, the last bit of his disguise. Not that he had much to worry about being found out, this was a monster after all. He tried to get himself back up and the more he struggled the more he felt weak and humiliated. He was captured. He felt himself grow hard at the situation, ass in the air, legs spread, and body bound. He shut his eyes and muttered under his breath.

"Oh man, why now? What am I, some hormonal teen? Come on, man, you're better than this." He could hear the creature pace around him but he didn't dare try to look. Not that he could make out much more than vague shadows in this darkness. His flashlight was dropped between one of the rows of seats facing the wall to his left. He struggled some more realizing just how dangerous it was that he was at the mercy of some creature. He didn't even know if he would make it out alive at this point. "Oh Lord, don't make me die this way. Not with my cock at half mast."

He gasped when he felt a mouth on his groin and a moan escaped his lips. If it wasn't a monster that was fondling him and slapping his exposed rump, he would be even more aroused, but still he was in a position he had wanted. No one understood him. They all expected body builders to be the most dominant alpha males around, yet all he wanted was to be restrained and tamed. It was always pulling teeth to get any of his boyfriends to top him and often it didn't work out because they didn't feel right having such a muscular man below them. The more he felt the large tongue wetting his pants front, he got harder. He gasped when he felt his ass get pulled apart and the tongue slip into his pants, teasing his hole. He moaned louder and squirmed as he tried to get away. He felt himself getting closer to the edge and tried to hide his face. It was humiliating to have a monster eat out his ass, and as disgusting as it seemed, the humiliation just made him hornier. He let out a sigh of relief when it left him alone, his body flushed as he panted trying to clear his mind.

He felt something touch his face and without thinking he opened his mouth and wrapped it around whatever it was that was put in front of him. He hummed as his tongue twirled around trying to take in the shape. It didn't feel like any dick he had before, it was thick and had bumps along it. He licked whatever it was hearing odd sounds from the creature. He moaned more when he realized that he is most likely sucking off a monster and the monster wanted it as he felt his head forced down on the oddly shaped cock. He heard a grumbling that sounded almost like words, he tried to focus on it and realized that yes, it talked to him. And it called him a "good boy." He moaned loudly on the cock as he came in his pants just before whatever was the creatures semen filled his mouth. He let his head drop to the ground when it pulled away, the monster's load flowing from his mouth as he was in a daze.

"What... in the hell... just happened?" He muttered to himself as he struggled to get himself to his feet. He could feel the wetness of his pants and everything slowly made it's way into his mind. "Oh god..." he held his head. "I just sucked a monster's cock and came in my pants." He groaned as wiped the cum from his chin. "What kind of fuckin' hero am I?" He scrambled to pick up his things and put his glasses and hat back on. He didn't want to be there any longer than he has to. He made his way out to his quad and felt like the world was against him. All of his tires were popped and he wasn't about to call a taxi or a tow with a nut stain in his pants. He didn't want to deal with explaining himself. He fished out his phone and decided he was going to call in a favor. There was only one hero that he could rely on.

"Lionman… I'm gunna need a ride." He fished into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and swore. It had gotten smashed in his pocket and he pulled them out, found most of them were broken. "Shit.... My ATV is wrecked and I am in no condition to even ask anyone else."

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Venedict was on the edge of his territory when he got the call. He was worried because the Ranger while not super, had proved himself more than capable of handling anything that was thrown his way. He leaped through the city quickly before heading down to where Curtis had told him that he was. Lionman may not have been the most well liked hero for his odd leniency for criminal activities that didn't hurt anyone. He landed heavily on the ground next to the human before huffing. The Ranger looked like hell. Oddly though his scent reminded him of his times with Techno. Hell the man looked like Techno did, though with less scars...after being used. Venedict crossed his arms before raising an eyebrow, "I though you were hurt from your sparse message but this is unexpected. You look like hell and smell like a teenage orgy." He looked at the quad before huffing again. he could carry the man and the four wheeler but he was going to have to carry the man like a kitten. He had a feeling after the day that Curtis had he wasn't going to like it. Venedict pulled the harness out of his utility belt and had the man slip it on before he grabbed the handle with his mouth. He then lifted the quad with another hand before leaping up to the building and climbing it one handed. It was sort of slow going since the quad weight him down a bit but he got the Ranger to the roof of his building before he let him down and dropped the quad off around back. He came back up for the harness before pausing. "It's none of my business but what happened? What it a new villain?" Venedict huffed, "I shouldn't admit this but Techno's gotten me a few times." He sighed before swishing his tail, "And the League will want a report. Obviously not of..." He waved his hand at Curtis's rumpled clothing, "this but probably the manner of villain." He looked back once more and looked a bit sheepish, "I'm sorry if I'm being too nosey. I'll see you at the next meeting. Or on the news since the media will want to know what happened too." He leaped off and went back into his territory before thinking of his own villain problems.

A few days later Russel was doing his paperwork as the television ran in the background. Mostly he had it on to learn about the city more but when he heard the voice of the rope bunny hero, he turned his attention back. So he was called the Ranger. Fitting he supposed since the man looked like a side character of an old western. Russel watched the hero as he nervously talked. The morph watched his hands, his eyes and knew that this was a sub that didn't want to be there. Should he make a scene to save him? It was a live news report but he doubted that the hero could leave when talking about the new scary villain out there. Russel huffed, pushing his long braid to the side before getting an idea. Oh he couldn't be robbing a bank again but he could... yes he could take out the power in the area and save the man. He slipped on his clothing before driving his motorcycle around until he found it. Bingo transformer. He didn't even have to morph since there was no one around. He simply spit a large amount of acid on the machinery before checking his phone. Sure enough the reporters at the station had lost contact with those on the ground. Perhaps the man liked the monster but this monster kind of liked the man too. He rode off to tour the area more before slipping back home.

 

[Charlie_Death]

Curtis paced and kept looking around hoping that his rescue would arrive, not that he like to admit he was being rescued in a way. It shouldn't have come as such a surprise that Lionman was able to pick up on his scent. He just cleared his throat and looked away, shoving the nearly empty pack of cigarettes back in his pocket. There were maybe 3 that were salvageable after that tussle. "Well, it's not like I plan on getting myself into this here... situation." When he saw the harness get pulled out he felt even more embarrassed. The last thing he wanted was to feel something tight around his body. "Man, I really need a shower." He kept his mouth shut for the whole way back and once he was let down, he quickly stripped off the harness. He removed his hat and fanned himself off with it for a moment before putting it back on. He handed Lionman the harness back without looking at him, but took some interest in what he said. He nodded at the mention of a new villain. "I was not prepared for this." He stripped off his guns and just let them fall. It wasn't proper etiquette but he was in a crisis. "I missed every shot. I mean... I can shoot a squirrel in the asshole a hundred meters away, riding a quad on rough terrain in an hurricane. But I missed every last shot." He gave a curious gaze at the mention of Techno Mastermind. What did he mean that he had gotten him? Lionman was defeated before? That was news to him. It was usually just Techno got away not that he was actually defeated. "Ah hell, I forgot about the press vultures." He pulled out one of the surviving cigarettes and waved Lionman off before sitting on the roof, staring at the sky wondering what was going on in his life. He didn't even have to say that something sexual happened to Lionman, he knew right away, but if he was anything, he did know how to be discrete... well... sometimes. He never did get a peek at what he eyeballed on his phone so much but he had an idea it certainly wasn't "work appropriate".

Curtis managed to pull himself together enough to give a vague report to the League. It mostly came down to him describing the new villain as a monster of sorts, not knowing if it was a creature altogether or another morph. Eitherway, he hadn't encountered anything like it before and suggested that it was something new and dangerous. How dangerous, he didn't say. All he could mutter was something about acid, being destructive and hiding well in dark places. He used the excuse of how quick it was to claim to not get a good look at it and that it managed to get away. He didn't stick around long enough to answer many questions or hear what else was going on in the city that was of news. And speaking of news, the moment he walked out, he was ambushed by the press who had apparently been camping out during the meeting.

"Ranger! We heard that you had fought a dangerous new villain a few days ago. What can you tell us about it? Should the citizens be worried? There were lots of reports about buildings being destroyed and metal being melted." One of the reporters shoved a microphone in his face while the others did the same, surrounding him from all sides.

"Well, uh... yeah, there is a new villain. Dangerous? Well, sure, all villains are dangerous." He could feel their eyes prying him and his discomfort level increased when someone asked for details of the fight. He normally loved boasting about his skills and the fight, often embellishing some of the details, but not this time. He didn't want to talk. He pulled out his pack and lit a cigarette to both calm his nerves and stall for time. His eyes darted to all of the cameras around him. "Well, the rumors that he can spit acid are true, I can tell you that. Though I'm sure you already reported that part." He gestured with his cigarette.

"How do you know the villain is a male? We only got eye witness reports of it being some kind of monster."

Curtis went stiff at the question. He didn't want to admit that he actually felt the monster's dick on his face... wait a minute. He took a step back when it finally dawned on him. "Twice... That fucker did that twice." He proclaimed to himself, forgetting about the cameras.

"Did what twice?"

"Oh... Shit... He knocked me down." A quick cover that got a lot of shocked gasps from the reporters. No one could knock him down, he was built like a tank that sank in cement. There was not moving him. "But I mean... Aren't most monsters considered male anyways? Well... except Beserkers in Gears of War. Hate to catch one of them on her period," he nervously chuckled. He saw the reporters one by one pull away with a hand to their ears listening to their station. They offered an apology that they had lost connection to their stations. He let out a huge sigh of relief before excusing himself and running past them and taking off back to his shop. He groaned and threw his hat when he got back. "Damn it, Curtis! You almost blew it." He hunched over and took slow breaths. Being under the eye of thousands, maybe millions of people and having to try to explain what had happened was getting him flustered. Sure he like to be humiliated a bit, but normally it wouldn't get to him. It felt so dirty. He turned on the tv and went through the channels, all of which were still experiencing technical difficulties. "Oh man, looks like I got myself one helluva guardian angel to get me outta that mess."

He spent some time down in his range shooting. All center groupings. Hell, he even ran up and down the lanes firing without looking and managed to get a clustering so small it only looked like two or three bullets hit the target. There was nothing wrong with his aim, so why did he fuck up so hard? He needed to get his head back into the game. He needed to find someone's ass to kick so he can go back to feeling just as macho as ever. Leaving with a slight buzz from a 6 pack of beer, he headed out as the Ranger to hunt down some of the few, more minor dealers that were trying to start up. He didn't think he would need more than his 9mm and an extra magazine for the task. He just needed to regain his composure as the alpha male that everyone saw him as and forget about the odd session with the creature from hell. It didn't seem like luck was on his side, it wasn't long on his patrol through the park that he caught a glimpse of a particularly shiny, black creature hidden in the shadows.

"Ahh, hell."

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Russel cocked his head as he stood up on all fours. The hero had cussed at the sight of him but that was fine. He would win the man over with some...odd wooing. He slowly turned his had to the side and picked up a dozen red roses before tossing them at the Ranger. The man caught them with a startled look and Russel made an evil purr, "Rope Bunny." He used his tails to capture the man's hands, tugging the hero along at a slow trot before dragging him down into the whole. He had lit the lair with white Christmas lights, allowing the human to see fairly well inside. Red Rose petals lined the floor and Russel had cobbled together a makeshift bed. It wasn't the best but it would clean easy when they were done and the hero seemed a bit too stunned to complain. Russel stood on his back legs, manhandling the Ranger until his jacket was off before webbing his hands behind him. This was a seduction after all.

He pushed the hero onto the bed, pulling off the man's boots with a bit of difficulty since he had no thumbs. He threw them to the other side of he room before pinning the man down. He used his tails to spread his knees apart but that wasn't what he was going to play with first. No, he instead used his fingers to torment those nipples. They were hardening as was the man's arosal rising. He had to wreak this man. He pulled down the man's pants, exposing his underwear. He pulled off the hero's pants before tears off the man's underwear. Russel made web again and secured the Ranger's leg's apart. It was nice to see the man's cock and balls in person instead of through clothing.

What to do with this increasingly aroused rope bunny? Russel huffed, deciding to do as he did before and start with the cock. He licked along the man's cock before using his spider fingers to stroke the man. He watched amused as the hero squirmed but failed to get away. However he wasn't sure how he was going to do this next part. He wanted to fuck the man's brains out but without lube that made it hard. Instead he walked around to the man's head and presented his cock again. Did the hero want it? He made a pleasured groan as the human once again sucked his cock. Yes. The pretty rope bunny was very good at being a good boy. He groaned out another 'good boy' for the man before slithering back behind him. This was a wooing mission after all. He had to show the man why being with him was good. He could be Russel's good boy. He started eating the man out, fucking the hero with this tongue sloppily to try and get his saliva into the man's hole. The blonde seemed to love it, wiggling about as he had before. That was good. Good to see.

He moved back and gently started pressing into the man. He paused every now and again when the man was panting heavily to let him get used to his cock. There was definitely nothing human about it. It had ridges and bumps enough to pleasure any man's prostate. Well, and he had a knot which he was curious about using. Bracing himself awkwardly he started to thrust into the man before finding that moving his arms to sort of 'hug' the man like a dog breeding made him have more leverage. He fucked long and slow, tormenting the man with pleasure. He couldn't exactly reach everything he wanted to because of the size difference so he used his tails to push at those nipples that he couldn't reach. He had a mission after all. He was going to pleasure the ranger out of his mind.

Russel felt his knot start to expand and he rumbled in pleasure. Yes, he slid that sucker in and watched as the hero enjoyed it like a bitch in heat. The morph wasn't quite sure what to do with the man as he felt wave after wave of pleasure while his knot throbbed and his cock flooded the man with semen. He teased his knot against the Ranger's prostate experimentally before resting on top of him. The man was strong enough to hold them both up. After all, Russel didn't weight much. He patted the man's ass a moment before asking, 'Egg, good boy?'. Of course he wasn't sure that the man completely understood what he was talking about but once this knot went down he was going to use his tail and seal an egg into the man's bowels. He could angle it in such a way that any excessive moment would push against his prostate. That might be fun. He petting the man's back lovingly with a purr. "Such a....good boy." He knew he was hard to understand but the ranger usually seemed too after a bit.

 

[Charlie_Death]

Curtis watched the creature move along the shadows before it approached him. He took a tentative step back before something was tossed in his direction. He caught it and felt his stomach sink and a million questions pop up. It was roses. A damn bouquet of roses. He looked up at the creature that slowly crept towards him. He had no idea what was going on but he felt his pants tighten as an inhuman voice called him a rope bunny. Sure, he had a kink for being tied up but this was not what he had in mind of someone wanting him for it. All the others that he had talked to online changed their minds once they met in person. He was too alpha and dominant in their eyes to be seen for what he really was, and yet, some alien looking monster was able to catch on and accept it right away. His hands were bound by the tentacle tails of the creatures that led him away. Hands still holding the roses around he quickly checked his surroundings, silently praying that no one was around to see this. It would not do well for his image for a hero to be slowly dragged off with roses by a monster.

What he also didn't expect was to be led into a hidden underground horror movie set decorated with rose pedals. If this was a normal romancing of some normal looking guy, or hell, even a woman at this point, that would lead him down a dimly lit path of rose pedals to a bed, he would be head over heels in love. Yet this wasn't some attractive or unattractive member of the human species, it was a five tailed, elongated headed, acid spitting quadrupedal monster. He was so confused by it all. 'Lord, Jesus. If I ever said that I wanted someone to be romantic to me, I had hoped you didn't think I meant just anybody, or anything for that matter. And if I had wronged you in some way, this is some strange punishment you have planned. Please forgive me.' He eventually dropped the flowers when the creature awkwardly removed his jacket. He knew it was smaller than him but it was so much smaller even when it stood on its hind legs. To have something so small take control of him and to tie him up was arousing. Not what was doing that, at least, that is what he kept telling himself.

He whimpered when he had his arms bound behind his back and he was forced onto the bed. "Look... I don't know what you have planned for me... or if this is something normal with... your kind, or whatever..." He spoke as he watched his boots be taken off. He could resist, kick at the creature and try to escape. But something about the creature's presence screamed dominant and his inner submissive rolled over. He groaned when the monster pinned him down proving to be stronger than it appeared. He could take it on in a fist fight, but it felt like it would be a tough win, at least tougher than what he is used to. He watched as the cool tails forced his legs apart and they were sealed with the strange webbing. He was practically naked and felt humiliated. Here he was, a hyper masculine man with a square jaw, massive muscles, gun toting protector of the city, bound and naked at the sexual mercy of a creature that either crawled from the depths of hell or crashed from some horrifying planet. Just the thoughts of it and what other people would think if they heard made him even harder. He squirmed to break free but quickly gave up when he began to be teased. He moaned at the feeling of the large tongue practically envelope him. He panted as he tried to get his bearings when the creature moved forward and he got an eyeful of the cock that had gone in his mouth days before. So what he felt was right. It was covered in bumps and ridges, like some exotic dildo you by on some obscure website. He swallowed hard before taking it into his mouth. His hat had fallen off and his shades slipped halfway off as he began to suck the creature off. All the while he kept ruminating on the fact that he was being controlled by a monster. Each utterance of "good boy" made his cock twitch and his secret desire to serve would take over. He would moan on the cock and tried to follow it with his head when it was pulled away, thick saliva bridging the gap for a moment.

He had expected to be fucked right away but instead he got his asshole serviced in a different way. He wiggled against the restraint secretly enjoying how he can't break free. He probably could if he really wanted to, but it was so rare that he was given this chance to be bound and dominated that he couldn't help but cave in. He let out a deep moan, arching his back when the creature entered him. He rocked his hips into the alien cock and moaned loudly. If he was going to be fucked in an alien looking lair then he might as well just enjoy the ride. His moans got louder when he felt something engorge inside of him and the thrusts became shallower. He ended up climaxing harder than he had before when he had practiced self bondage and fucked himself on a dildo. He was in such a daze that when he heard something being offered to him and being called a good boy, he gave an automatic response.

"Yes, sir." He swallowed, feeling parched from his excessive moaning. He didn't know what he was agreeing to until he felt something long slide into him. The monster was on his chest and wasn't big enough to be penetrating him with this dick. No... This was something else. He felt himself get harder when he realized it was a tail that had been inserted and something else was being placed inside. He moaned, arching his back and lifting them both when he felt something press against his prostate. Every move he made it would rub against the sweet spot and push him closer to another orgasm. He mumbled a series of "oh god" and "I'm a good boy" as he rocked his hips, thrusting his hips in the air to get whatever it was that was put into him to strike his prostate more. He wasn't even aware that the tail had been slipped out and all the pleasure he was being given was from an egg that had been implanted along his intestinal wall. He just continued to fuck the air until he came and collapsed, breathing heavily. He thought it was over until he shifted again and felt it still in place.

"W-what the hell... What did ya put in me?" He panted before his face coloring brightly at the answer. If he ever felt claimed, it was now. After that he was released but he didn't know what to do. He just laid there on the increasingly uncomfortable bed, too scared to move because of the pleasure. After a moment he slowly rolled, letting out small whimpers as he struggled to get into position where it wasn't pushing against him. It looked like if he was standing, he was fine, bending over pressed it against his prostate harder so he was able to walk and move slowly. He moaned and whimpered as he redressed, feeling the monster watch him and feeling even more dirty, used, and humiliated. That didn't help his situation any as he shot another load just from pulling on his boots. He looked around, still dazed and confused by everything before slowly stumbling towards the exit. He looked at the discarded roses, feeling like he should take them but decided against it. Too much to carry. He limped his way back to his ATV and started it and immediately had pleasure shoot through him. The vibrations of the quad rocked through his body and went straight to the egg against his prostate. He just sat there, hunched over the handles, whimpering and rocking his hips until another orgasm his him. It was too much. He was just going to sleep at his shop, he won't survive a ride to his place. He had to make several stops when he was too blinded by pleasure to drive.

The next day he didn't even open the shop, he just tried to figure out how to even cope with the feelings. Even firing guns seemed to reach the egg inside of him. The day after, however, he found a system that seemed to work. He would just sit on his stool and direct people to different guns from there. If he didn't move much, it didn't bother him. However, there was no way he can go about being a hero until that egg was hatched, broke, or laid. He sat at the counter reading Recoil when he heard someone walk in. He looked up from his magazine and flashed a big grin and greeted the customer.

"Well good evenin'. Welcome to Bear Arms Munitions and Range. What can I do fer ya? We issue permits, sell guns, gear, accessories and even if you don't own any yourself, we do offer rentals for the range down back. Just let me know if there is anythin' you see that you like. Oh, and range usage is half off if you bring your own fire arm. No size limit."

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Russel pulled back his hood when he entered the gun shop. This was probably the tenth place he had checked and one of the nicest ones considering he hadn't been sneered at for his size or looks. Sure, he had long hair and very long hair to boot but he wasn't some bottom looking for a big strong man. He was a top looking for his big strong bottom. He had felt sort of bad but it had been very arousing to watch the man suffer. When he looked over at the man he couldn't help the little grin that came to his face. The man was sitting down but he had the feeling that normally he would be moving around. He blinked at the size limit comment before cocking his head. "Yes I do see that." He looked around a moment before coming back to the counter. He wanted to be evil and make the man move but he was rather enjoying the relaxed look he had. It was fun to torment him though. He had made such a pretty sub. He was a mean dominate but he supposed the surprise of him coming in morph later would be enough of a shock. "I was just looking around. I'm new to the area so I thought it wise to check about self protection and meet other business owners." He flipped his waist length braid back over his back before walking back out. He was sure he seemed weird but the man probably wasn't interested in him as himself. No one was.

So instead he had come back after shifting into his morph with a bouquet of flowers and slithered into the store through the front door. The Ranger fell off his chair when he saw Russel in full morph. Russel huffed and placed the flowers before pouncing on where the man laid stunned on the ground. He listened for people and since no one was around he pulled down the man's pants. He wasn't here for sex although he wouldn't object. Instead he parted those cheeks and used his tongue to lube up the man's hole and gently feel around the egg. As he was feeling the egg came loose and rolled out of the man's hole. Russel picked it up and put it on the counter before humming. "Healthy? Egg no hurt?" He paused at the flushed look on the man's face. Oh so he had aroused him again. He hadn't meant to do that but he supposed he couldn't blame the man.

Russel lowered his head down to the man's cock before laving over it with his tongue. He supposed there might be a better way to do this but he had used him fairly roughly last time. "Shh. Be good boy." He twirled his tongue around the man's cock before finally giving up on the messy blow job and carefully taking the man's erection in hand. "Such a good boy. Good boys get to cum." He purred as he finally finished the man off before licking his hand and the man clean. He sighed and laid his head on he hero. He puffed out a breath as the human let him awkwardly cuddle him.

"Wish you wanted me." Russel said, to the man's stomach. "You can have morph. Good boy. Very good boy." He let that translate before sitting back like a dog. "Egg good? Not done before." He booped the man on the nose before hearing a car pull in. "Customer. I go." He slithered out the back before the other customer came in. He shifted when he got close to home. Perhaps it was time to check out the drag scene here. It was better than nothing he supposed.

 

[Charlie_Death]

Curtis watched the smaller man look around. It was kind of odd since he didn't look like he was interested in guns. His first instinct was to assume that the man was casing the place, but the first people who tried to rob him learned the hard way that if there was a gun store to rob, this wasn't the one. There wasn't anything of note besides his height and his unusually long hair. He brushed it off as one of those hippies, or maybe someone who was trying to transition but couldn't quite get it right. Then that just raised the question on which direction was he or she going. He pushed the thoughts aside and nodded at the idea of getting protection. "Well, I would say that you came to the right place. It is our rights as citizens to protect ourselves and guns are possibly the best. Unless you have the time and effort to really put in for guns that can't be purchased." He flashed a grin as he raised his arm, flexing the massive biceps. His smile dropped when he didn't get much of a response. He was used to men and women fawning over his muscles, either because they found it arousing or it was their goals to get so big. To have someone just gloss over it like it was the least interesting thing made him feel off his game even more. Maybe if he was free to move more it would have seemed more natural. He watched the man leave with a sigh and went back to reading his magazine.

He heard the bell go off and he lifted his head and started to repeat his greeting when he fell back on his stool. There it was. The monster that has captured him days before and with more flowers. How in sam hell did it even find him? Did it follow him that night? Sure he pretty much limped home but come on. Things were really seeming unfair at this point. He just watched stunned as his pants were pulled down and the monster buried its face in his ass. He swore lightly feeling aroused at just being ambushed and taken control again. He let out a sigh when he felt something leave his body. He looked at the odd black and bumpy ball that had come out of him. So that was the egg that had been inside him and torturing him. He felt his face burn seeing the size of it. He shook his head lightly at the awkward question.

"W-was I supposed to take care of it?" He managed to ask before he was shushed. He watched as the monster began to suck him off awkwardly, hissing when he felt the teeth on his cock. Seeing something so inhuman pleasure him in broad daylight, behind the counter of his own shop made him feel dirty and degraded. He nodded at being called a good boy. "Yeah. I'm a good boy." he stammered out, reaching the edge faster than he thought. He leaned back on his elbows and watched the creature clean him up, taking in the detail. Its tails slowly whipped around, the elongated head had a crown that had ridges built into it. The face was almost human but horribly distorted. He had no idea how to react to the situation. He glanced up at the counter and saw the flowers and the egg beside it before turning his attention to the creature.

"Morph? You're a morph?" So this isn't the creature's real form! That's good. 'Thank you, Jesus. But really... please send him in his human form. I might die at this rate.' He missed the question when he felt a bop on his nose. He heard the engine outside stop and car doors open. The creature was gone before he could say anything. Hearing the door open he quickly pulled up his pants and fixed himself giving a half hearted greeting before pulling the flowers and egg behind the counter and out of sight. Once the customers were out he pulled out his phone. There was no way he can deal with this shit, he needed help. Serious help.

"Hey, Lion-o." He spoke the nickname he had foisted on Lionman when they had met. It was also what he kept him under in his contacts, along with the picture of the 80's feline hero. "I'm going to need some advice.... I think... I think this villain has it out for me.... In a weird way. He brought me roses... again." He pulled out his pack and walked outside on the phone determined to deal with his nerves in the only bad habit that seemed to be socially acceptable at work and around guns. He was still waiting outside when Venedict shown up. He ushered him inside his shop and locked the door behind him. He didn't need anyone hearing this conversation. He had hidden the egg under a hat but left the flowers out for him to see. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I mean... you're lenient on villains. What do I do? Technically... technically this guy didn't break into anything or harm anyone. But he knows who I am now... Jesus! He shown up at my shop to give me these!" He held up the flowers before sitting back on the stool looking dumbfounded. "What do I do in this situation?"

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Venedict pulled up to Bear Arms Gun Range before spotting Curtis outside. He had pondered what it could mean when the man said that the villain weirdly had it out for him. The only thing he could think of was another Techno situation where a villain wanted attention from a hero. He got out of his car and walked up to the man but was startled when Curtis quickly ushered him into the store. Venedict blinked as he was shown the flowers and listened to a rather panicked explanation of why he had been summoned. It was his attitude to villains that made him sort of an outcast to the League but it was that same attitude that had Curtis confiding in him now.

Venedict sighed, "Well the first question I gotta ask is do you like it? Do you like the attention this villain is giving you? I'm not sure if you're aware but Techno Mastermind kind of has a hard on for me. He only fights with me and he only works to make me a better hero. It is sort of strange but villains are people too. Very focused people with questionable morals but still people. I think the league would rather we forget that." Venedict paused a moment before opening his phone and pulling up a PG rated picture he had of Techno after his last fuck session and showed it to Curtis. "About a few months ago he saved my sister and as a reward, I fed into that obsession with sex." He put his phone away, "The league would rather I arrest him but he doesn't harm anyone and most of the time he doesn't steal anything. He does it for attention. We've been having a weird sort of relationship since then and I lavish attention on him and he mostly stays out of trouble. I think crime fighting isn't as black and white as the league would have you think. I assume in keeping busy with you, he hasn't committed any crimes. If you like that then it really isn't hurting your job as a hero."

Venedict took the roses into his hands before looking down at the torn paper. Claw marks from a strangely shaped hand. He blinked as he found a small card tucked into the flowers. He raised an eyebrow at the scratchy handwriting. "It says: Take good care of yourself rope bunny." Venedict blushed then handed everything back. Not something he wanted to know about his coworker. "Ahem anyway. That proves your guy is a morph. Never heard of a monster morph but morphs are so rare that there isn't exactly a study about them." He looked at the back of the card in Curtis's hands before startling again. "Hold on. The back of this card has the name and address of a drag bar. I think your villain may be leaving you bread crumbs."

 

[Charlie_Death]

Curtis cleared his throat and crossed his massive arms at the question if he liked it, or rather the attention he was getting. He couldn't say that he hated it, there was something degrading and humiliating about it that he certainly did enjoy. He had his fetishes neglected for so long that he easily caved into the monster's sexual ministrations. At the mention of Techno Mastermind, he remembered how he was rather frequent flyer in the crime scene and that a lot of the meetings got heated because he hadn't been turned in yet. He didn't like seeing villains as people, it was easier to push that aside when you operate on the dangerous line of lethal force. Then again, he often went after your standard criminal rather than the more ambitious villains that make a regular appearance as if they were this week's villain in some comic book.

"It makes the job easier to do when you ain't worried about separating them from their families. Besides, they had a choice on how to get attention, just that it was the wrong one." He took the phone and looked at the photo as he listened. The photo of a mostly nude Techno Mastermind. His shirt was missing, gloves were on as were his mask and goggles, all of which had questionable stains. He looked as if he was sleeping though it was hard to tell with the goggles obscuring his face, but since his head was to the side on a pillow and a hand draped across his chest, he had to be asleep. He handed the phone back once he heard that Lionman had been having sex with him. Suddenly, the odd stains made sense. Too much sense. He didn't want to think about his coworker having sex with a villain, especially since said coworker was a morph and he really didn't need to be dwelling on the kind of package he had during transformations, especially since he knows that the one morph dick he was familiar with was oddly shaped. "With that kind of relationship with villains, it's starting to sound like the plot of Mighty Wife; save the city by fucking the villains into exhaustion. I don't think I would be cut out for that kind of heroism. That's the wrong kind of action I'm looking for."

He watched as Venedict pulled out a piece of paper he hadn't even noticed was in the bouquet. Hearing the words he coughed in his hand and pulled out his pack, putting a cigarette in his mouth. He wasn't planning on smoking, just needed something to occupy his mouth and there was something relaxing to him but just having it there. Call it an oral fixation if you will. Maybe that is why he swung both ways. He took the card and looked at the horrible handwriting. Was that the handwriting of the morph, or the human? Either way, he had better chicken scratch when he was shitfaced He was surprised that Venedict was able to read it so quickly. He rolled the cigarette to the other side of his mouth when his confidant pointed out the back. He flipped the card over and saw information. He had never gone there before, not that he hasn't checked out the gay scene of Boxton. He just tended to have twinks flock to him or other submissive men and got tired of it very quickly. Anywhere else he went and it was women drooling over him. He was never wanting for sex, but he was always thirsty for someone to put him in his place that wasn't intimidated by his size.

"Yeah... I fig'red that part out that he was a morph. Said so himself," Curtis spoke as he repeatedly tapped the card on his hand. Did he want to see who this was? He did, if only because someone was able to see him for who he is. But would he be able to recognize him in a crowd? Well, if he was found by the monster when he was just Curtis Peck, business owner, then he supposed the human version would find him. He took a deep breath before putting the card down on the counter. "Imma do it. I ain't had someone romance me and I have ta admit I'm curious. Not that I'm into monsters or anythin'. I just want to see what this fella looks like. It's only fair since he knows who I am." He tried to defend himself. He saw the look Venedict gave him when he read the card. They both had stepped into uncomfortable territory with each other. He thanked him as he shown him out, awkwardly wishing him luck with his endeavors with Techno.

Curtis went to the club, bringing the egg along. He didn't know if he was supposed to keep it, throw it out, or what. He had no idea what to do with anything. If he did something to upset the morph he may lose the one person who knew he loved being tied up and called him a "good boy." He drove his Jeep Wrangler to the bar feeling once more out of place once he got in. There were a lot of people wearing casual clothes while others were dressed up, yet he was the only one that made some people uncomfortable. He wore his favorite sleeveless shirt, which technically was two that had been stitched together after one had torn completely in half. The front read "Nobody needs an AR15? Nobody needs a whiny little bitch either, yet here you are." While the back had the US flag that read "I will not apologize for being American." To top it all off, he wore a red hat that said "Make Beer Cheap Again." Perhaps it wasn't the best thing to wear since a lot of people tend to misread it when they glance in his direction, but you can't blame a man for stating his beliefs! Beer prices tend to get too inflated in the city, besides it had sentimental value from when he was in college. He must have looked like a hick to those around him but that didn't stop others from approaching him. Some asked if he was in the wrong place, others hit on him. Each time he nearly held his breath thinking it was the morph that approached but no one called him a rope bunny like the monster would. He made his way to the bar and got himself beer, bumping into a woman with a gaudy sash that proclaimed that she was a bachelorette.

One bump was all it took for him to catch the attention of nearly every drunk heterosexual woman in the bar. The bride-to-be cooed over him and called her friends, all of which took turns ogling him and feeling his muscles. He flashed this toothy grin and flexed, enjoying the attention. When a man came up to him and felt his muscles, he gave him the same smile and treatment as the women. One of the drunk women clung to his arm and yelled for him to lift her. He shrugged and began lifting his arm with her dangling, while her howling laughter just caught him more attention. It started a trend where people would take turns on him before someone came on stage and started talking. He bought a second beer before quickly downing the one he had already and making his way towards the stage at the back of the bar. His eyes kept searching the crowd to see if anyone recognized him but it seemed the only ones that approached him were drawn to his testosterone as if he was a factory for pheromones. If he was going to wait for whoever this morph was, he was going to at least be entertained. He pushed his way past the divider that separated the bar and the stage area where a drag queen that overused the color blue in her ensemble was declaring that there is a new drag queen in town. He found himself a seat near the stage, flanked by two different bachelorettes as he watched the hostess finish up her introduction. The drag queen that stepped out from behind the curtain was not what he had expected. She was dressed up looking like a dominatrix and to top it off, she was much shorter than the others yet something about the face struck him as familiar. He squinted his eyes trying to think about where he had seen this person as he brought his bottle to his lips, listening to the verbal jabs being made at people.

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Russel stood behind the curtain as the queen of the house introduced him on stage. He was the 'Dragoness of Drag. The Queen of the Bitches…..Ryla.' Russel sashayed onto the stage in a skin tight leather one piece shaped like a sexy swimsuit. He stood on four inch heels with a whip on his belt and a crown of dragon horns that would make Maleficent proud. He snapped off one liners left and right and the audience ate him up. However he did pause when he saw Curtis. There was his rope bunny. He stood with his legs braced out and one hand on his hip. "Well. Well. Well. What do we have here? You must be in the wrong place, sugar. Hasbro called. They want their missing GI Joe back." He stepped off the stage landing on the ground easily before sitting on the table in front of him. He heard a wolf whistle but ignored it and raised an eyebrow before addressing the drunk bachelorettes, "I don't think you are woman enough to handle this man." He heard the drunk group giggling as they snarked back that he wasn't a woman at all. Russel put a hand to his chest in mock offense before hopping off the table and standing in front of Curtis. That was right he wanted the man's attention on him. "I don't know. He looks like he would be kind of fun to have on his knees in front of me. You wouldn't mind would you, bunny?" He watched the man's face a moment before working the crowd. Lord knows if the man had gotten the hint but Russel didn't mind. His other plan was still viable. He worked the crowd a while longer before changing out of his drag and heading out back and shifting into his other form.

He took off at an easy lope until he had seen that the blonde had started driving off. Rude but Russel could train him some manners. He sprinted after the vechicle and leaped into the back seat before sitting up. The man had been startled but didn't react much other than some cussing. Such a potty mouth but Russel had plans. He placed his hands on the console between the seats and poked Curtis. "Lair. Rope bunny." He sat back as the man started driving to the park his lair was at. While he was driving Russel spotted the egg that had been inside the man. Why did he have that? The morph chuckled and picked it up. "Egg? Want another?" He purred as he slithered into the front seat. "Such a good boy." He wasn't sure how the man always seemed to understand him like this. But by the blushing he wasn't completely against another egg. Perhaps a more temporary one then? It would be rude to abuse him like that again so soon.

He hopped out of the jeep when it stopped and lead the hero back into his lair. He still had the Christmas lights up but had cleaned up the rose petals. Instead he had a box of chocolates by the bed. Russel stood on his hind legs and took the man's hat and shirt off before setting them aside. He then stripped the rest of the man's clothes off before webbing his hands together behind his back. Russel then shifted back into his human form, pulling on the blonde's shirt. He mused a moment more before putting on the hat as well. "Kneel, bunny. I want to feed you before I fuck you." He saw the man startle at the sound of his human voice before Russel walked around him. Russel pulled out a bundle of wrapped containers before sighing at the man being stuck in shock. This wasn't unusual but he would have to remind his bunny that he wasn't just some small punk. Russel pushed the bill of the hat back before sighing. "You must really like my manhandling. I think I'll have to remind you what you are dealing with."

He walked around behind the naked man and shifted his form. Oh he could have picked him up as a human but since the man wasn't reacting perhaps he wanted another egg while he was being tended too? He picked the man up in what should have been a physically impossible and set him down on his knees in front of the chair he had brought. He pushed Curtis so his chest was to the chair and gently started inserting his breeding tail. He worked it into that poor hole and deposited an egg. Without the extra semen it wouldn't stay too long but it would definitely stay long enough to get his point across. Russel shifted back into his human form before pulling the man up so that Russel could sit in his chair. Did he break him? He opened the containers as he watched the aroused blonde work out whatever was in his head.

Russel pulled out some chop sticks before picking up a pot sticker and placing it at the man's lips. He smiled when Curtis took the food and ate it. "Good boy. You are doing such a good job. I just want to feed you right now. Then I will give you what you need." He chuckled as the man adjusted to the egg pressing against him. "Ah ah ah. No coming until after I'm done feeding you. Then you will thank me for dinner and apologize for letting all those bitches get your attention." The containers slowly emptied as he feed his bunny. It wasn't a large supper since the man would be getting a work out but it would be rude to not feed him.

After supper he leaned back, pulling out his cock and stroking it in front of the man's face. "I think I want your attention, bunny. Why don't you suck me while my egg presses against that poor prostate?" He rubbed the man's hair as he felt the hero go down on him. He cooed at the man, telling him what a good boy he was. The more he squirmed in arousal, the more his egg pressed against that prostate. "You aren't allowed to cum yet, bunny. You want to be my good boy? I am going to fuck you after. I have plans for that ass and cock bunny. Don't make me put a cock ring on you. Naughty boys get tormented and good boys get rewards."

 

[Charlie_Death]

Curtis laughed at the one liners, temporarily distracted from figuring out where he had seen Ryla before. He laughed at the joke aimed in his direction when it finally dawned on him where he had seen Ryla. She was the odd guy with the long hair that came into his shop. The disinterested tone and lack of impression at his muscles gave it away. He reflexively swallowed when she made her way over to him. Whoever this guy was, there was an air of dominance about him, not just the way he was dressed in drag. He shot a grin with his typical bravado at the women defending him, his grin turning to a smirk at the suggestion of him being on his knees. The way Ryla said "bunny" brought the image of a certain monster to mind. Was that the sign? Was this the creature's real identity? Once the Dragoness of Drag left and the hostess came out, Curtis rose to his feet. He wandered the bar for a moment, asking the other drag queens where Ryla had gone. Once he was told she had already left he heaved a heavy sigh. Maybe that wasn't the creature after all. He looked around the crowd to see if anyone was going to approach him but that was a bust.

"Maybe I missed a bread crumb somewhere..." he muttered as he made his way out and back to his jeep. "Maybe I was too late." He started to leave. He wasn't even down the road when he felt the jeep jerk and he struggled to adjust. "Good god damnit. What shithead hit my fucking jeep? I'll kick their yuppie ass!" He looked over his shoulder and stiffened at the sight of the creature. He turned his attention back to the road when he heard the odd voice tell him to go to the lair. He nodded and changed his direction, casting quick glances at the monster that had found the egg. His face colored and he felt his pants tighten at the suggestion of another egg. When they got to the lair, he followed the creature, taken aback by the lack of roses and the replacement of chocolates on the bed. He let the creature removed his clothes, moving his arms and bending forward to make it easier before obediently putting his hands behind his back. He knew what was coming, that is, until a familiar human voice spoke up.

Curtis jumped at the change of voice and turned his head to see the short man from the shop and drag bar walk in front of him. He dropped to his knees, legs spread and back straight. The man was so... average. So short compared to him. Yet this man was the monster that could overpower him, that had its way with him, that laid an egg inside him that made him cum countless times. That very monster was an average man with long hair that did drag. One that was currently nearly nude if it wasn't for his shirt and cap. There was something about how loose it hung on his small frame that turned him on. He gasped when he was lifted and put in front of a chair. A moan escaped his lips when he felt the tail inserted into him and the egg once more implanted inside. He squirmed, tugging at the webbing and letting out moans as the egg rubbed his prostate. He rested his face on the seat and kept his eyes shut, relishing in the sweet pleasure of his temporary impregnation. He was still in a daze when he was lifted up and the man sat in front of him.

How pitiful he must seem. How vulnerable and weak. Curtis Peck, three time body builder winner, holder of multiple records in two sports in both high school and college, hero known as the Ranger that took out two large gangs single handedly, was naked, bound and had an egg implanted into him. The person responsible was a short, long haired drag queen that transformed into a monster. The realization made his cock swell up as he looked up at the dominant man. When actual food was presented to him, he ate it somewhat disappointed. He had thought that by feed he was going to be forced to suck him off, but eating was fine. He grinned at being called a good boy and shifted in his spot, making the egg press against his prostate. He moaned as he swallowed what was in his mouth, cock already dripping precum. He nodded at his directions before he ate another bite. Once he ate the last bit, he looked up at the shorter man and offered an apology.

"Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to let those women hang off of me." Curtis spoke as he watched the man stroke himself. There was no interest in him other than his attention. The man didn't care about his size, hell, as the monster he was able to move him against his will. He uttered another "yes sir" before taking the man's dick in his mouth. He moved his head at the direction of his new master. The more he got into it, the more he slowly lost control of himself. He rocked his hips, shifting the egg inside of him so it would press against his prostate. He was getting close to blowing his load when the drag queen told him to hold it. He stilled his hips with a whine as he struggled to hold himself back. Everything was all moans and whimpers before he pulled the hard cock out of his mouth and looked up at the smug face above him. "Imma good boy." He gave the cock a lick before sucking on one of his testicles. "I'm such a good boy. Please..." he licked back up the shaft and added, "let me cum."

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Russel hummed, watching as his submissive was liking his cock and begging for release. He was remarkably pretty down there so the Russel assumed he should probably listen to the suggested edit. Especially when said man was telling him how good of a boy he was. Russel looked around the lair in though. There were a few different ways he could torment an orgasm out of the blonde using the items around but well...he did have a weakness. He liked it when his subs tried hard to do what he said and struggled. Russel grinned at an idea. "I want you to crawl to the bed, bunny. If you cum on the way you won't be punished but I want you ass as high as you can make it while you try and crawl without your arms." He smirked when the other man seemed to think this over before.

Once Curtis was starting his slow trek to the bed, Russel stood. He walked lazily over to a chest he had brought down from storage. It would hold most of his sex toys if this continued but for right now he only had a few items in there. He pulled out the vibrating plug. It had a cute fake fox tail on the end of it that was white with rainbow splashes. Not a unicorn but it would fit. He walked back to the man before lubing up the plug and sliding it in. He felt the tip hit the egg so it wasn't as deep as it could go but that wasn't what was needed now. He flipped the switch and watched as his sub started to writhe in pleasure. Oh the man was still trying his best to be a good boy but he wasn't moving very far and whimpering as he came all over himself. Russel switched off the plug and stroked the recovering man's hair. "You are such a good boy." He then lifted Curtis by his waist and set him on the bed. The egg that had been tormenting Curtis had loosened from the vibratation and slid out with a wet plop. Russel picked it up and set it aside. Since the man seemed to want to keep them he would let him take it home if he wished. They weren't viable and honestly they were hollow inside so any cracks wouldn't cause leaking.

Russel crawled onto the bed and slid the plug back in place with a little webbing to keep it stable. He would get to fucking the man senseless when he had recovered and honestly he wanted to see what he could get away with. He went back to the trunk and pulled out a pair of matching fox ears and a collar. He also pulled out a pair of lacy panties. Oh he had forgotten. Russel picked up the nipple clamps with small tassels on the end. The tassels were lightly weighted but good for beginners. He carried his treasures back to the bed before putting them on. He first did the fox ears, the collar, then the nipple clamps but he couldn't resist the last part...those lacy panties. Russel slid those panties on Curtis and admired as the man's face flamed. Russel seemed to be on the right track that he loved to be embarrassed. That cock was trying to rise again and it looked really attractive encased in black lace.

Russel chuckled, pulling on that pretty leather collar and pulling the man's head back down to his cock. "I know you are a bunny but I'm afraid all I had was a fox. Clever things they are but they can be mischievous. You aren't like that. No, you are my good boy and my good boy is going to suck my cock and wag that pretty tail. But he isn't just going to suck my cock. Nope. My good boy is going to worship it." He flicked the nipple clamps before continuing his orders, "I want you to get those pretty lacy panties soaked, bunny. I want them soaked just like those girl's at the bar. There wasn't a dry panty in that group once you got there." Russel moved his stolen hat over to the nightstand. He purred as the man once more got into his role. His submissive certainly loved to serve. Russel moaned, trying to cover it behind his hand as he pushed Curtis's head down so he could fuck that pretty mouth. He wanted to cum on the man's face.

However, despite his best efforts to let the man worship him...Russel's dominate demeanor demanded he stake his pretty boy in a different position. Russel moved off the bed before shifting into his morph form again. From there he undid the webbing that held the man's hands and moved them to the front. He stared for a moment at the blonde before using one oddly shaped hand to cover the man's eyes. He hadn't let Curtis see where the web came from and he wasn't about to now. He redid the web on the blonde's hands before shifting back into his human form. Now he was ready.

Russel pounced, pushing the hero back down onto his back on the bed before straddling him. He moved the man's hands above his head and ordered him to keep them there. From there Russel focused on Curtis's neck, leaving rough hickies and bit marks before moving down to abuse those pretty nipples. He unclamped one side, listening to the man hiss before licking the abused bud and suckling it. Once he finished with one, he put the clamp back and did the other. He looked up at his submissive before huffing. "You didn't do anything wrong. I just changed my mind." He moved off to the side, and out of sight and made more web, hooking up the man's hands to the top of the bed. He then made a long rope of web and pulled finished it off before using the rope to loop under Curtis's legs and bring them up so that the man was in a very lewd missionary style.

Slowly pulling out the rainbow and white fox tail, Russel sat it to the side before admiring the man's pretty hole. It had been abused tonight but Russel wasn't done. He was going to make Curtis cum in those pretty panties and he was going to fuck him to do it. The morph slid two of his fingers in to check that the man was sufficiently lubed. "Look at you, rope bunny. All tied up and spread for me." He traced the man's large thighs before kissing the inside of them. "I love it when I get to fuck a big strong man like you. All that muscle and power utterly useless against my strength and web. Poor bunny. I'm going to wreck that pretty hole and there is nothing you can do about it but be a very good boy for me." Russel slid into the man, settling himself all the way in before pausing. It would be slightly awkward with their height differences but Russel was nothing if not determined.

"I want you to flood those panties, sweet boy, but I want you to wait until I have cum inside you." The brunette started thrusting, moaning as he worked his member deep inside that sweet bubble butt. The man truly was a unicorn and Russel was going to fuck him senseless.

 

[Charlie_Death]

Curtis looked at the man confused on his new orders. How can he crawl without the use of his arms? He tried to work out the logistics and only ended up groaning at the humiliating images that came with such thoughts. He spoke another "yes sir" before scooting back on his knees and turning towards the bed. He wasn't too far away but he was already on the edge. After a few calming sighs he tried to lower himself slowly but still ended up slamming his shoulder into the ground. He slowly worked his legs straight and wide so that he had some balance and his ass was as high as it could go. With each wobbly step, he slid from shoulder to should, inch by painful inch with the egg pressing against him. He had barely made it halfway when he felt something slide into him and bump the egg. With a moan he slipped and tried to regain his purchase, casting a glance between his legs to see what was brushing against his thighs. He whimpered feeling even more humiliated. He was fine with plugs but to have something so colorful swinging between his legs was something that even the Doms he spoke to in chatrooms didn't mention using. His torture increased ten fold when it began to vibrate, body dripping sweat on the odd floor from strain. He was barely at the edge of the bed when he couldn't hold it back anymore and he came. His body spasmed and he collapsed onto his knees panting.

He let out a small hum of pleasure when he was called a good boy again and relieved at the torturous plug and egg. He felt pitiful to be lifted onto the bed, having been sapped of his strength from a single orgasm. A man who could bench press 450 like no tomorrow was done in just by crawling on the floor. He let Russel dress him up, his face deepening a red and losing the ability to look the man in the eyes from shame. He was being dolled up like some toy, no longer resembling a man but a domesticated wild animal. As tired as he was already, he felt life being brought back into him. He had thought that the nipple clamps were the peak of his humiliating attire until he saw Russel smirk as he held up lacy panties. He let the man put the lace panties on him. He barely fit in them, the hem of the panties was just above his groin and covered half of his ass.

Curtis's eyes nearly fluttered shut being yanked by the collar. He cast a weak gaze at the brunette before dropping his eyes to see the hard cock before him. Another "yes sir" left his lips before we went back to his previous task, this time, he was moving much slower, savoring every inch in his mouth. He alternated from slow, long licks, light kisses and sucking both the balls and shaft. He hummed and moaned as he fulfilled his task, not forgetting that he was expected to wag his tail. The false appendage swayed side to side as he shook his hips to the same pace of his worshiping, all of which he thought he was doing well, at least until he was pulled away after having it kept in his mouth. He looked up feeling as if he did something to upset the long haired man. He didn't get to taste his cum and he thought that he was getting close. There was no moving from the spot, all he could do was wait for any punishment that was going to be inflicted upon him. There was a brief moment when his hands were released that he thought it was all over and he was being sent out, but when they were brought to the front and he was forbidden to see them be bound once more, he relaxed. Once again he was following orders, keeping his hands above his head even when he was flinching at the teasing of his aching nipples. He hadn't even noticed the slow build up of pain until the clamp was released.

"I'm sorry," he heard his voice say. "I did my best. I'm sorry it wasn't good enough. I'll do better. I promise." He looked down his body as his position was being changed again, glad that he wasn't screwing things up. It was so rare that someone actually wanted to dominate him that had a genuine confidence in his dominance that he found himself afraid to lose it. Silly as it may be given that the person he had these feelings about was a monster morph he doesn't even know. It suddenly dawned on him as his legs was spread that they didn't even know each other's name yet this is the third time that they were together like this. Hearing Russel's view on fucking larger men like him made a wide smile spread across his face. It was exactly what he enjoyed about being so big as a submissive. He was an alpha male to everyone around him, yet he enjoyed being forced from his position and all the raw power of his body being made completely useless. "I love being made useless and weak."

He moaned when the unremarkable looking man thrust into him. He nodded as he moaned, occasionally tugging at the restraints to test their strength. They were either too strong or he was too weak from lust, but he couldn't break free. He was completely helpless to being fucked my a man a foot shorter than him and no where near as much muscle as him. If someone looked at his morph master they would assume he was just another beta male, a soy boy and Curtis was the real alpha male. Yet here he was, bound, getting pounded and being used as a fuck doll by the one that everyone would easily look over and brush off. The size difference, something that Curtis never put much thought into when he was fantasizing in internet chat rooms, was turning out to be the best turn on he can think of. To be controlled and dominated by someone of that stature and appearance make him seem smaller and even more humiliated. He bit his lip as he struggled to hold back his orgasm, tears welling up at the corner of his eyes. He did all he could to hold back, his moans becoming loud whimpers and whines before slipping into pleas. He barely could hold back any longer, cumming as soon as he felt the hot fluids fill him or was it just before? He couldn't tell, everything was washed out in his pleasure overloaded brain.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!" He moaned loudly as his back arched, his muscles straining in the position he was held in. He tried to catch his breath, still uttering "thank you" between breaths. Thick globs of semen stained and leaked through the lace, trailing down towards his abused anus. "Was I a good boy?" Once he was free, he decided to rectify the great wrong he realized they shared. He thrust a hand towards the man that had fucked him into two painfully powerful climaxes with a wide grin. "Curtis Peck, sir." He must have looked like a dope with the look on his face since the man stared at him for a moment, but he didn't care. He wanted his name to be known and he wanted to know his new lover's name. To hell with what he was, no one has been able to follow through with this kind of play, let alone surpass even his own fantasies. Hero and Villain. Man and Monster. Who gave a shit. He finally found a man that was more alpha than him with far less body mass and he wasn't about to let him remain anonymous for much longer.

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Russel grinned as he heard the cries of thank you from the man. He let Curtis down from his ropes, looking down at the soaked panties before nodding at the question. "You are such a good boy." He sat back and was leaning towards the side table when a hand was thrust out at him. He knew the man's name, after looking up who had owned the business and tracking him down from there. He stared a little longer before shaking his submissive's hand. "My name is Russel." He would have ended it there except the blonde was looking at him expectantly. "Russel Murris. Owner of Monsters and Men Construction company." Russel blinked at the look on the other man's face. Yeah, just looking at him he wasn't much to look at but he did lift heavy things. It didn't really fit with his drag but there were things people did to stay sane and drag was Russel's. "I know. I know. It doesn't fit in with the drag. Drag was kind of a hobby though and not really a money making gig." He looked the other man over before smiling, "Guns rather suit you though. That store had to be the most testosterone filled thing I have seen in a while. I think I grew a few chest hairs just being there." He pulled off the fox ears off the man and cleaned them both up slowly. He wanted the blonde hero to wear the panties back but he didn't think it would be nice to make them go back soggy. Curtis wasn't really being punished. Russel had just wanted his attention fully focused on him. He gently released the nipple clamps and unhooked the plug from the tail for cleaning. He put the rest back into the chest and looked over his shoulder at Curtis watching him.

Russel never really bottomed but he didn't mind being the center of attention. He liked that part of the dominate and submissive play. Being the center of someone's world when you had only been the side of everyone else's was addicting. Russel sat down in front of the man and slid off the lacy panties. He put those into the cleaning pile before going back to his chest to pull out another pair. He cleaned off Curtis's body and abused hole before sliding a pair of dark blue silk panties on him. "I think you should wear those home for me. It will give you something to remind you of me when you get home." Russel put the cheap beer hat on the man's head but played with the shirt. He wasn't ready to part with it. "Bring me another of your shirts and I will give you back this one." He sat on the edge of the bed with a grin. "I'll see you later, rope bunny. We'll have to do this again soon."

Russel watched the man leave before heading out the back through a series of tunnels before one led out through a small hole into the back of his apartment building. He wished he could have lived in a house but he wanted everything to go to his business. After all, maybe after a while he could get a house in Boxton. Maybe his brother could find him here since this was his last known location.

Meanwhile somewhere on the web someone was posting their thoughts on what a certain hero morph was packing inside his armor. It was well known Lionman hated interviews and personal questions especially when it came to his anatomy. So instead his strong fanbase in Boxton thrived on rumor and whispers. The site was mostly dark blue with some splashes of red and gold, Lionman's official colors. There was fanart. There was fanfiction and there was lots of theories on who the man was and what he did. There were many pictures posted of the hero during his rescuing of various people. Since he was a morph, there was a whole section dedicated to what his anatomy would be like. One thread was exclusively about his dick. Was it like a cat's? Was it like a man's? What size was it? There were so many questions. Also there was a lot of furry porn because the man was almost an anthropomorphic lion and the internet could not help themselves.

 

[Charlie_Death]

Curtis waited patiently for any kind of permission to leave. A part of him didn't want the play to end, he wanted to stay there but he had shit to do and both a business to run and a city to protect. The aftercare he received was surprisingly more gentle than he had expected. Everything was cruel bliss when it came to the shorter man but the amount of detail and care that was taken into cleaning him up was notably different from the last two times he had been covered in his own spunk. However, learning the man's choice in work was quite the surprise, not only because he did drag but because of his size. Russel didn't look like the kind of person involved in construction but he had already learned how strong he really was.

"Monsters and Men, huh? A fitting name, if there ever was one." He chuckled when Russel cracked the joke about growing chest hairs. That was precisely what he was aiming for when he opened up shop. His face heated up when he was given another pair to wear out. He got up, stretching out his legs for the walk out to his jeep. "That's my favorite shirt, hun." He looked over his shoulder as he rubbed his wrists. "If there is a shirt you are gunna wear, it'll be that one." He left feeling odd breeze in the thinness of his new panties. It wasn't something he was used to and knowing exactly what he was wearing made him feel excited. The whole drive home he cast dirty glances at everyone wondering if they can tell what he was wearing, even though he knew they couldn't tell. The fact that he and Russel knew was dirty enough to know.

Rey was lounging on his sofa with his laptop balanced on his lap, freehand petting Minion that slumbered on the back while he browsed forums. He had vaguely known about Lionman before he became a villain, however it was when he was rescued that he took an avid interest in him. It all started when he was being fired from his previous job because he couldn't work on what he wanted to and added too many features to his designs. To get back at the loss of his job, he had set up a series of fire bombs in all the server rooms so that they would lose everything. Unfortunately he didn't have the foresight to put something to cover up the ignition button on the remote detonator and had set it off in his pocket by accident. The resulting fiery explosions that were meant to occur after the offices were closed went off prematurely trapping him inside. He had broken down in panic, praying that he wouldn't die by his own hands only to have the wall behind him smash open and someone pull him out. Someone with strong hairy arms and broad chest.

And that was the first time he had met Lionman.

At the time all he could do was stammer random sounds, he was so struck by the raw animalistic power of the man-beast. The experience made him look up more about the hero and learned of this fansite. There was even a picture of himself clinging to the man, staring up at his face completely awestruck and beat red. At least, what you could see underneath the soot. Since then he has been on the site keeping track of all of his activities, what he did, where he went, and any theories on who he was. He often speculated on the forums about what he had in his pants but after he had sex with him the first time, he had forgotten about the thread. He no longer had to speculate but now he felt nostalgic and wanted to revisit it and answer the question.

Logging in under the screenname LMFanboy84 he went into the forums and posted that he had finally figured out the answer. 'Lionman has a massive pink feline dick with spines and a knot. End of discussion.' It wasn't long before there was the typical rebuttal that his upper body still had resemblance of a human torso so he probably wasn't entirely feline and that cats don't even have knots. A few other posts popped up where people called him ignorant on anatomy and letting his furry fetish fantasies get the best of him along with a few "go kill yourself, fur fag" posts. He narrowed his eyes and sat up straight. Normally the insults on the internet didn't bother him but he knew that they didn't. Everything quickly became a downhill battle of him arguing that he has intimate knowledge from experience.

Then the inevitable response came up: "Pics or it didn't happen."

Rey laughed loudly as he pulled out his phone. They don't believe him, fine. He will show them. He told them that he had that massive dick in his ass several times and even in his mouth but they didn't want to believe him. Sure there were a lot of fanfictions that people posted that got out of hand with the descriptions but his wasn't some poorly thought up fap material. Without thinking, he posted his selfie of himself licking Lionman's massive pink dick. It wasn't until a couple posts later that people began to debate if it was fake or real before what he did finally sink in.

"Holy shit... I just posted my personal sex pics." He hid his face in embarrassment and felt panic. What if Lionman saw this? Did he even go on this site? Hopefully it doesn't get back to him. Especially since he had his mask pulled down to his chin and the only thing really covering his face was his iconic goggles. That shouldn't be enough for people to recognize him, he hoped.