Of Villains and Heros (Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar)

[Charlie_Death]

-16 years ago-
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Rey wanted to keep track of how often the man came by so he could better prepare himself on his tenth visit. He bent down and fished out a note card and began scribbling circles with the tenth being a heart all along it. He gasped when he felt the man's tongue come through the hole before he started to swear at him that he didn't need to be clean and that he was just cleaning the mess he wanted. For someone who sucked cock all day, being filled elsewhere was refreshing. He didn't care to admit just how much he enjoys feeling it all leak out of him.

The next eleven months he spent making more cards to be punched out by the stranger. A part of him wanted to just stay there and keep having sex without the divider where it would be more comfortable but Rey could never muster up the courage. Sure, he had more confidence to get what he wanted and to talk dirty to anyone who cared to speak with him, but when it came to his regular self, he lost his voice. The closest he ever got to the man was the few times their fingers had intertwined when he held the stall wall for support. It was oddly intimate given that neither knew what the other looked like. Rey's graduation grew closer and although he wanted to keep doing his thing as the Doctor, he had to now focus on getting a career and putting his education to work for him. It was like everything in his life was suddenly aligning. He was graduating at the top of his class, summa cum laude, been personally recruited by multiple robotics companies, and had someone pursue him even though he was too shy to speak to him at first. His boyfriend was rather adamant about dating him and he kept pushing it off from being serious because of his studies. Since his rewards member seemed content with their current arrangement, Rey had given up on if he would try to learn his identity, even though Rey tried to hint to it by punching out more holes just so they could have sex again sooner.

It was like two ships passing in the night when the question finally came up on their last meeting. A missed opportunity. Rey was going to miss this and since he was now a committed man, the Doctor was going into retirement. It was oddly fitting that it was his most frequent regular that would be his last.

-Present Day-
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Rey once again found himself without his voice and not just because he had a dick in his mouth. He finally remembered just who this was, how much he had wanted him in the past and only now were they together in their mid-thirties. He looked up over his glasses, vision blurring as a smile spread on his face. Those kittens really were miracles, locking down the one person that he enjoyed being with before he even knew what he looked like. He wanted to tell him he knew where the Doctor was, making a small remark that he was probably still sucking cock. Venedict didn't seem to catch that he was talking about himself, after all, nearly every gay man in Boxton had a sample of the Doctor. If there was a line to the bathroom, it was usually for him. He kissed his husband slowly with a smile and told him he loved him as he tried to mentally figure out just where he placed the 'IN' slip in his office.

Quidel had forgone his nightly torments after he caught wind of Radical Rayman's capture and mysterious escape. He had been leaving work when the TV in the breakroom was playing a news segment on Radical Rayman finally being captured by Full Throttle. He had watched the captured cell phone footage of him being carried out by his collar and fished out his own cell phone. He didn't know who he was going to call but when the news caster said that he managed to escape from Full Throttle, he tucked his phone away. He swung by the college to look for him as well as the few other places he has seen him but didn't catch sight of him. If he was fine and wanted to talk to him, he would show up like he always did; oddly dressed, clingy, and completely unexpected.

He hadn't been asleep for long when he felt someone climb up on him. All one had to do to wake him was to gently touch him. His eyes opened slowly and he blinked, seeing the vague outline of a familiar figure over him. His eyes glowed as he focused to see in the dark, the image of Todd with that signature creepy smile became clearer. It was disturbing, he had to admit, that he woke up to Todd on his chest. He could have sworn that he had latched the chain lock when he got home, so how the hell did he get in? Nevermind, this is Todd. The one person who was creepier than him, immune to any creep factors that Quidel could do on his own, and obsessive stalker. No one follows the monster in the movies around and no one thrives on being the center of attention from said monster... except Todd.

So why was this so... exciting?

Quidel didn't care to think about it. If surprise sex is what was being offered then that is what he is going to get. He slowly ran his hands up Todd's bare thighs to his ass before slipping them under his shirt and tossing it to the floor. Todd understood that he was given permission to do as he pleased. He even understood that he wasn't even going to get any unless he came prepared, which he did. Another creepy thing. Who breaks into someone's apartment with condoms? He watched in the dark as Todd lowered himself down on him and began to ride him. It was more than just a look of pleasure that was on Todd's face when he was slowly fucking himself. To anyone else, he was sure that it would creep someone out because he so eagerly made strong eye contact with Quidel's unblinking gaze. As Todd got distracted by his increasing pace, he looked around and noticed that his clothes were in different locations as if someone had been moving them around, most notably, his discarded underwear was no longer on the floor but on the foot of his bed. He sat up and wrapped his arms around Todd as he reached behind him to grab the piece of clothing, balling it in his hand. When Todd turned to see what he was getting, he kissed him to cover up the true purpose for his change in position.

Once he got a good hold around his waist, he flipped him over, the bed protesting the sudden movement. There would only be one reason why his clothes were in different locations and he knew exactly what it was, especially since he had to privilege to see that Todd had stolen articles from his apartment before. The invasion of privacy, the lack of personal space, the sudden creepy appearances that would scare any sane person, all of this got him bothered. He began to fuck him harder to finish, hand over his mouth to muffle his cries. His long hair blocked out what little light managed to creep in through the posters on the windows so that the only light and only thing that Todd could see was his eyes. He may not see the smile under his hand but he could see it in Todd's eyes, that the only one in his world was Quidel and he loved every moment of it. He pulled his hand away after he came and sat up watching Todd pant in his post orgasm blissful shocks. It looked like fireworks in the dark and felt like pop rocks on his softening dick.

"Where'd you enter?" Quidel spoke as he stared down his obsessive lover, hand placed firmly on his chest to keep him down on the bed. He listened as Todd tried to come up with unlikely answers before finally admitting to having crawled in through a window. "Why?" came the next question. Todd went on one of his patent tangents about being captured or something or other but left out anything involving theft. After a long stretch of silence, Quidel reached over and turned on the lamp on his bedside table and unballed the pair of boxer briefs that he picked up of the foot of his bed. Caught red handed. He didn't have to say anything, the look on Todd's face told him everything that he needed to know about why his clothes were moved around. So there really were people that would go and steal underwear. He always thought that was just some joke about a right of passage in some bygone era where panty thievery was a sign of bravery...Then again, he did break into the Demonic Owl's apartment to steal it so perhaps it was the ultimate prize. He moved the pair side to side, watching Todd's eyes remain fixed on it before he grabbed his hand tightly. Once he had Todd's attention again, he placed the used pair in his hand and slowly closed his fingers around them. He'll humor him and let him have the underwear, it isn't like it was the only one he owned. What harm could come from it, anyhow?

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Todd practically purred when Quidel pulled his shirt off of him. Permission had been granted and his place on Quidel's cock was secured as he started to fuck himself on it. He reveled in the attention and started to work himself over harder before Quidel sat up. Whatever he was going to grab wasn't something that Todd got to see as the larger man kissed him. Quidel flipped their positions soon after, the native man's hair making a curtain so that the two of them were in their own world. Todd moaned, at least until Quidel covered his mouth as the harpy fucked him like his life depended on it. Neither of them lasted real long and once Quidel finished and sat back, Todd practically melted. Holy shit could that man work his magic. Todd purred when he realized that Quidel wasn't pulling out but instead enjoying the static shocks that Todd's body put out. It was wonderful at least until Quidel asked him how he got in.

Todd puffed out his cheeks, "You gave me a key, don't you remember? Or maybe I got a key from your super. The man isn't exactly organized." He waited a while until Quidel raised an eyebrow. "Fine. I crawled through your bathroom window. Yes, my ass fits through there fine. The latch is broken and can easily be opened from the outside." Todd waited for a bit before he got asked the question why. Well that was a complicated one. "Well because I got captured by Full Throttle and traded off for the membership of a villain into the league of evil. Since I live on campus and that was where I got caught, I was very hesitant to go back there. I couldn't go to Rey's because he's shooting at his husband right now in motherly rage and it's not like I could go to the League headquarters since it would be locked up for the night and the tunnels to it are kind of scary and guarded by Rey's bots. So I cam here." He blushed when Quidel held up the evidence that those weren't the only reasons that he was here. Yeah. He did a bit of boxer stealing. It wasn't like Quidel didn't know he was a freak already since he had snagged a pair of gloves and a few articles of clothing. He returned those that didn't smell like the larger man anymore. Todd watched the underwear move about as Quidel tested him before the man finally put the garments into Todd's hands. Todd grinned, "You're my favorite." He then asked if he could stay and the larger man let him.

The next day they were heading out to the meeting. Todd was of course dressed as his normal Radical Rayman self and had to go get his villain outfit from his stash. Quidel didn't think that the meeting required him to shift and Todd thought that was a bit excessive too since could he really talk in that form? He had never really asked but now he kind of wanted to. Once they reached the Center they were greeted by a jubuliant Jacob who told them an update on how Grammar was doing and told to please be nice to Travis because he didn't get much sleep last night. So the man was running on naps and coffee and was cranky. Todd walked down first and noticed the coleader was slumped in his seat, however he was decidedly rumpled. Todd snickered, "I know why he didn't get any sleep last night, do you?" He was gleeful when Quidel nodded too. However once the man settled into his seat Todd seated himself on top of him. Odd that they were the first ones here but that was okay. They had to leave early do to picking up Todd's clothing from his stash and him hiding his pilfered underwear in another locked cabinet in the stash. No one was stealing his prize.

In another part of the city just a few hours earlier, Rusty Spoon was napping naked once more in the sunshine. He awoke again to the sound of his daddy clearing his throat. Rusty yawned, doing a downward dog slowly before flexing the other way to stretch before slowly standing up. In part, he did it so slowly because he was waking up but another larger part of him liked the way that the older man watched him so closely when he flexed and stretched. Especially when he fell asleep while playing kitty. However he hadn't done that this time and had just been soaking up the sun. Rusty yawned before finally speaking, "I didn't think it was time for the meeting yet Daddy." Rusty listened as his daddy told him that it wasn't yet time to meet and handed him clothing to get dressed. They were going shopping is what Daddy told him. "Alright Daddy, but the Magician wanted us all in Villain uniforms when he called from the clinic. He said some of the others were unhappy about it but it would be safer for everyone getting to know each other." Daddy was understanding and told Rusty plainly that he had Rusty's villain outfit washed and ready to go upstairs. The man thought of everything. The shopping trip wasn't supposed to take that long, at least that was what Daddy said. Rusty cocked his head a moment before remembering, "Oh, you said you wanted to buy me a phone so I could call you if I was out of the house." Daddy nodded and Rusty thought that it would be rather nice to have a way to contact Daddy if he did ever go to the library or if this League of Evil thing did work out.

Daddy lead the way to the car before opening the door for Rusty. They had other stuff to pick up besides the phone. Rusty asked about coloring books since that was something he had been meaning to ask about and Daddy nodded. Rusty was told that he was to tell Daddy if there was anything that he wanted and they would get it. Rusty wasn't sure that he needed all that much stuff but he didn't argue with the man and instead hummed along to the radio before they came up to the phone store. Rusty looked over at the cell phones with a nervous expression. "These have really changed since I last had one." That of course had been when he was seventeen and he had gotten a flip phone after his old Nokia had finally bitten the dust. Rusty went over the cheapest section. Yes, he knew his daddy had money and was offering to by him something but Rusty was clumsy as hell. He couldn't really afford to replace any of the higher priced phones and even this was rather pushing it since it would have to be something he traded in gold for. Daddy however wasn't having that and pulled him aside to the more expensive Iphones telling Rusty that he was looking at the wrong section. Rusty looked a bit sheepish but explained that all the phones in this section were expensive. It was explained that Daddy, Robert could afford these. They now had the option to track where the phone was located should it get lost or stolen. Rusty still was hesitant, "I haven't had a cell phone in ten years. These are way different than what I'm used to." The older man just said that if he could handle it then so could Rusty. "What about if I get startled?" Robert calmly explained that if he damaged it that it would be replaced with insurance and if he turned it gold that he could afford to buy a new one. Rusty looked over the phones and messed with the displays, feeling over the weight and such before picking one that was middle of the road in price. He looked down at the cases before excitedly pointing out to his Daddy. "They have a kitty one with glitter!" He bounced a little before Robert asked if he would like that case and handed it to him for him to examine. Rusty looked at it closer before Daddy asked if he wanted it. "I love it. It makes your phone looks like a ginger kitty!" Daddy pet his head before saying that it would look just like his ginger kitty. Daddy paid for the purchases and they went back to the car.

Rusty played with his phone during the ride, carefully getting used to the touch screen and how the thing felt in his hand. The only number he had on there was Daddy and that was fine. He typed in and added Father Tim's number since he knew it by heart at this point. He labeled it under 'Father Tim' because if Daddy did look through his phone, there wasn't really anything suspicious about having a priest's number on there. He tapped along and added the local library's number and the number for the Sander's Research and Medical Center since it was always good to have a doctor's number and if anything happened to Daddy then that was the number to call. Rusty looked up when they got to the clothing store and followed Daddy as he got a cart.

There were going to be people at the house working on it for a week and it was time that Rusty had his own clothing. Rusty didn't exactly disagree but he wasn't sure he could really afford a whole lot here. "I could just wear your clothing." Rusty commented but Daddy disagreed, he was told he needed his own clothing of good quality to replace what he wore before. Rusty hummed, "We could have gone to Goodwill for that Daddy." However Rusty perked when he spied a pair of stonewashed Daisy Duke shorts. They were small and probably meant for someone packing more in the ass than Rusty but they were his size. He checked the price before looking over at Daddy in glee, "Look Daddy! They have cute shorts." Daddy disagreed that they were shorts but with some cajoling Daddy relented that Rusty could wear the ten dollar shorts around the house when company wasn't around. Daddy was blushing when he told Rusty that he wasn't going to be allowed out in public wearing such obscene clothing. Rusty giggled a little, "Of course Daddy I wouldn't want you to get jealous." Daddy shoved his hands into his pockets and informed Rusty that 'Hewould not be jealous. He just does not want other people viewing Rusty's young body with ill intentions on their minds. That is all.'. Considering how the last time that Robert had gone to bed with Rusty last time. Rusty was pretty sure Daddy was also referring to himself whenever he was talking about ill intentions. Rusty grinned teasing daddy with a little cheek, "It's okay Daddy, I think you're sexy too." Rusty looked over the clothing before finding a zip up hoodie with cat hears on the hood. It was adorable and Rusty held it up and asked Daddy if he thought it was cute too. Daddy held it up to Rusty to check the size and let Rusty put it in the cart.

Rusty selected a few reasonably priced cartoony tee shirts before stumbling across a pair of bell bottom jeans with paw prints running up one of the legs. It was so cute that Rusty didn't even check the price, he just held it up. Daddy must have been seeing a pattern because there came a sigh but he reassured Rusty that he could have anything he wanted. He told him that again when Rusty held up a pair of fluffy sweat pants. Rusty selected a couple pairs of jeans and plain hooded sweatshirt, all within Rusty's budget inside of his head that nothing was above twenty dollars. Daddy looked at his watch and told him that they had one more store to go to before the meeting and he didn't want Rusty to be late. Rusty grabbed one last pair of shoes before going over to Daddy. They headed up front but a shirt caught his eye. He really didn't want it but he wanted to tease Daddy a little since Rusty was feeling playful. When Robert asked what it was Rusty held up a white shirt with glitter writing proudly 'My Daddy is better than your Sugar Daddy.'. Robert sighed and said that he was pretty sure that he would also classify as Sugar Daddy. Rusty pulled out another shirt of the same style but this one proudly proclaimed that 'Sugar Daddies make me Sweet.'. Robert was rubbing the bridge of his nose and told Rusty that no, he would have to put his foot down on that one. Rusty mock pouted for a moment before giggling, "Sorry Daddy, I had to tease you a little." He hopped back over next to Robert. Daddy asked if he was done shopping and Rusty told him that yes, everything they got should last him another year.

They walked in compatible silence for a few moments before Rusty had to ask a question which probably wasn't going to be comfortable if Daddy was reacting to some of Rusty's more unconventional ideas in shock. "Are you.....against pretty panties?" Rusty asked, he continued quickly without letting Daddy answer, "I mean not right now. They are like kind of expensive and I gotta find ones I like but sometimes I like to wear them." Daddy visibly flinched and looked over his shoulder in shock asking if he had heard Rusty correctly and that he had asked about.....leaning closer he quietly said the word panties. Rusty nodded before blushing, "Yes. I like them. They make me feel sexy. And some of the fabrics they use are insanely comfortable." Daddy started blushing bright red and walking faster saying that he didn't need to hear about it. Faster of course for Daddy wasn't really faster for everyone else so Rusty plodded along close. He needed to know if his unusual habit of having feminine underwear was going to be a problem since he planned to seduce his way back into Robert's bed. Rusty looked over and gently tugged on Daddy before calmly continuing, "Well if I ever get into your bed again I didn't want either of us surprised."

Daddy was apparently not on the same page as Rusty. He flushed even more and looked away before nervously clearing his throat and telling Rusty that there was no need to share a bed that Rusty had his own. Rusty frowned. Daddy had enjoyed their time last time and had doted on Rusty harder after their session. Obviously the man liked to be a Daddy and have sex with his boy. However, Rusty remembered that it had been hard for the man to come to terms that he was indeed a Daddy and that Rusty liked being a boy. They were both consenting adults and it wasn't hurting anyone what they were doing but now was not the time or the place. Rusty cocked his head at the other man and sighed. "Alright daddy. I will let you slink away this time just because I don't wanna have a little tantrum in the middle of a....." Rusty paused and looked around the store a moment before realizing just how night it really was, "Insanely nice store. Are you sure this isn't going to be too much? I can put the pretty coat and jeans back.....not the cute shorts though. Those are never leaving." Those shorts were going to go with him everywhere because if there was anything that was frivolous that Rusty was not going to stop himself from owning it was booty shorts. They were cute. They made him feel sexy and that was a wonderful thing when you were a clumsy heavily freckled ginger. Rusty paused and looked at the cart realizing that he hadn't even checked the price on the cute paw jeans. He told Daddy this. Daddy wasn't worried and told Rusty that he was buying them for Rusty and that he only ever really bought groceries anyway.

Rusty wasn't quite entirely convenced. He looked over at Daddy nervously before asking, "You would tell me if I got too expensive right? I just....I haven't had cute things in a while. And you just got me a phone...." Daddy calmly explained that if he didn't think he could afford it then he didn't buy it. He also explained that Rusty didn't need to worry since his accidents paid for most of what he was getting Rusty. It just seemed like a lot. Rusty started to slowly settle, talking himself down. "Okay. I'm paying for myself. Okay. Good. Not a complete drain. Okay." It wasn't that much different from what he did with Father Tim. Of course most of the time he used Father Tim to buy replacement items and only a few things for himself. Daddy told him how he was a good boy before pulling him into a warm comforting hug. Rusty relaxed and told the man that he was trying his best to be a good boy for Daddy. He had never been good at being bad but he did like mischief. Daddy released him from the hug. They stood there waiting for a moment longer before Rusty remembered the promise about crayons. He rocked on his feet a little as he remembered the promise with a bit of excitement, "Can we still get coloring books? And Crayons? Oh can we get the big box with a sharpener?" Rusty couldn't help the excited energy as Robert nodded. He was told that they were going there next before they had to go back to the house so he could get ready to see his new friends.

Honestly Rusty was kind of nervious but totally excited. "I don't even know if they like to color." He stated before pausing a moment to reassure himself, "Of course they do. What kind of monster doesn't like to color?" Daddy stepped in and told him that he wasn't going to take his coloring books that Daddy was just buying them for Rusty and not for the others. Well that was fine. It seemed a bit backwards and Rusty said as much but he understood. They walked to the car and once they were inside of it Rusty had another question, "What if I do make a really good friend? Would I be able to go over to their house? I know you didn't want them to know about you." Daddy thought it over for a long moment before answering that he would have to meet them as himself and not as his alter ego. Rusty said he just wanted to know just in case. He didn't want to break any rules or overstep before he even knew he had done so. Daddy told him that he was proud for even thinking to ask.

Daddy started to drive to the next store when he seemed to think of something. He asked Rusty if while he was away at work if Rusty listened to music. The house was much too quiet to be without music but he didn't say this to Daddy. Instead Rusty nodded, "Yeah. Mostly the top hits but sometimes I listen to older songs. Momma liked older songs. Swing I think. One of her favorites was 'Booty swing' by Parov Stelar. She said it was delightfully bad. She said so many people would be offended by the racial stereotypes." Rusty often thought about his mother. It was sad how her love for her son and her husband had driven her down the darkest path in the end. Rusty would think about her now after twelve years without too much sadness. He remembered all the good times with her and her love affair with electric swing and even old swing and jazz was something he thought of fondly. It was why he hadn't talked to his Daddy about his curse yet. Daddy was a hero because he wanted to do right and fix the world. Well some things couldn't be fixed, whatever his ancestors had done in the past had resulted in this curse and every attempt to break it only resulted in misery. He had once heard a rumor that one of his family had succeeded in breaking the curse only for the curse to come back and take the most valuable thing, their life. Rusty could stand to be broke and mooch off of other people more than take the risky chance of breaking the curse. Rusty shook away his thoughts before talking to daddy about something else.

Once they got inside of the store, Daddy ordered Rusty to go and grab his coloring books. The man himself was going to grab something else and he would find Rusty when he was done. Rusty went to the book section and got some coloring books of various sizes and themes. His favorite were the disney ones but he also like the animal ones. He went to the other side of the store and got the big box of ninety-six crayons with a sharpener inside too before seeing a cute plush. It wasn't very much and he didn't think Daddy would mind so he added it to the pile in his hands. He waited in front of the store by where the check out lanes were before his mind wandered off. Rusty found himself humming a Frank Sinatra tune before he even really thought about it and before he knew it he was singing along to the song that was playing in his head. "Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two. And then I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you". I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies you heard the night before. And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true, and never seemed so right before" It was named 'Something Stupid' and it was one of the many love songs that Frank Sinatra had crooned back in his day. The time Rusty remembered hearing it, it had been a duet with his wife. Rusty was busy with trying to remember the rest of the song that he didn't see his daddy come up until he felt someone staring at him.

"Sorry Daddy. I was thinking of Mom since we were talking about music and it made me think of Frank Sinatra. She was a big fan." Daddy seemed to need a moment to collect himself before asking if Rusty like Sinatra. "Yup. He's nice. Reminds me of mom and all his love songs kinda make me feel sappy. Doesn't work whenever I wanna dance so I've got the new tunes for that. Not many people know how to swing anymore." His Daddy seemed to be stunned speechless and Rusty went over in his head what could have made him so. Perhaps it was that Rusty knew such old songs? It was what he grew up to because his mother enjoyed them and sometimes enjoyed finding some of the more inappropriate ones to listen to when she got back from her job. She had always been so annoyed at being politically correct because there was no winning when you went down that road. She still listened to her agent and did what she was supposed to but at night at home in her Boxton Mansion that she hid away from Hollywood in, she was the naughty mommy he knew. Rusty cocked his head, perhaps it was the swinging. Not a common skill or maybe mixing Sinatra and swing dancing. "Do you even swing to Sinatra. We always did." Rusty watched as his daddy started to say something then changed his mind. Rusty smiled. If the man still didn't know what to say then Rusty could impishly tease him. Rusty grinned, "So no, Daddy you aren't the only 'old' thing I like. Though you can't be that old." Rusty cocked his head and over squinted in a teasing manner, "You look like a young seventy? Maybe eighty?". When Robert looked a little offended, Rusty couldn't help the giggles that came out, "Sorry Daddy I just wanted to tease you.

Daddy frowned and informed him that he would be fifty next month thank you. Rusty nodded, "Yeah I suppose that fits in line with what I really thought but it seemed kind of rude to ask before." He paused a moment before looking over at Robert, "Will we have cake?" Daddy seemed to think that over before saying he supposed but he normally went out to eat with his son and his son's wife and they didn't have cake anymore. That seemed like cruel and unusual punishment. Especially since the man had no problem with over eating at all with how much his body burned off. "Why not? What's wrong with cake?" Rusty had to ask at this point because if Robert didn't like cake then there was a problem here. Daddy explained that he was supposed to be watching what he ate. Everyone was always concerned with what he ate and worried he would turn diabetic after Daddy had made a few calorie miscalculations. Rusty assumed from this explanation that Daddy's son didn't know that he was a super and that Daddy had accidently binged a few times in front of him. Seemed a bit rude though to judge someone's eating habits on their own birthday. Rusty said as much, then promised to make two cakes for his daddy's birthday. Daddy seemed to find his promise funny and told Rusty to go for it.

Rusty waited in line with his daddy before joking that Daddy could just call him Marie Antoinette because he was going to let Daddy have cake. Once they finished checking out, Rusty decided it seemed a bit rude not to mention his age at this point. "I'm twenty-seven. Not sure what I'm gonna do at thirty. Supposedly that's when you feel like a grown up. I think that would be horrible to give up my kitty stuff. Probably better to fly off to Neverland at this point." Rusty explained before catching a quick look of startlement on Daddy's face. Daddy didn't expect him to be so young then. Perhaps that was part of the reason why Rusty had not been back in Daddy's bed. Daddy commented that Rusty was moving slower than Daddy had since he was married and had a kid when he was Rusty's age. "I suppose if you want to think that. I was kicked out of my father's house at seventeen and was homeless off and on for a total of six years." Rusty listened as Daddy said that he would not have to worry about being homeless again for a really long time if Daddy had any say in it. Rusty rather thought that was a nice fantasy but he didn't tell that to the man's face. Instead he told Daddy that it would be really nice. He looked down at the bag that Daddy had before asking what was in it. Rusty was then told not to peak. Ahh a surprise then.

Once they returned home Rusty put away his new items before changing into his golden suit and hood. He had the mask down off of his face and grinned at his Daddy as the man was fully in hero costume. "Hey Daddy, you taking me like that?" He understood the thinking. If he had to drop off Rusty at the center then the villains must be watching to see who drops him off. He placed a kiss on Daddy's face before the helmet went on and Rusty pulled the mask up. The ride to the center was short but Rusty was still glad that Daddy walked him into the center. Before they got out of the car, however Rusty was given a suprise of an ipod. Daddy did seem to love apple products. He gave Daddy a kiss on the helmet before walking in with him. Once in there he saw Doctor Sanders speaking with a long haired brunette. The person seemed to know Daddy and did a quick wave before continuing talking. Radical Rayman came from the back and collected Rusty before looking warily at Daddy. Radical Rayman looked at Rusty then, "We're all down at the League HQ. I was sent here to get you. I'm not driving so we're good on that count. We have one more member to wait and he's taking his sweet time." Radical Rayman didn't look around but Rusty noted that Doctor Sanders seemed to laugh at that. The brunette told Doctor Sanders that he would talk to him later and headed out the front door. Rusty followed the other villain back down When they got down there Rusty noticed the Magician was leaned heavily against the table on his elbow, there was a tall man with a mask on, so that must be the Demonic Owl and then there was the brunette from upstairs. Radical Rayman stopped at seeing him. "How in the hell did you do that?" Radical Rayman sat on top of Demonic Owl's lap.

"I built this damn place. I can go anywhere I want inside of it." The brunette rolled his eyes when the Magician bitched at him that he wasn't in costume. "And what costume did you want me to wear? I can't talk well when I'm morphed and I'm usually just wearing a backpack. The owl at least has a humanish form. I don't. I asked the same question of Bunny when he pointed it out. What would you like me to wear. I'm usually naked and covered in scales with a backpack in case I need to pick something up."

Rayman looked concerned, "Wait so you fought your man in the buff?"

"Yeah and I hit him in the face with my dick when I landed on him once." The brunette grinned, "Apparently he liked it."

Rayman paused, "So you do have a dick?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" The brunette settled back into the chair.

"Actually I would. Just to know which side of my point board to tally. Magician or Techno. I've got a good time on the line here on this bet."

"How is that my problem?"

"Because your ambiguious gender is holding one of my points hostage and I need it since the leaders are at a tie and one of them on leave."

"That is still not my problem."

Rayman huffed, "Fine be that way. I'll point to both and be done with it." He grumbled a moment before cocking his head when he felt the Owl lean his head down against him. "I guess we're gonna have to wait for the other leader to get back. Which is unfortunate. I was looking forward to seeing what we came up with."

Rusty looked over at the brunette, "May I ask who you are?"

"I'm the Xenobeast." The brunette said calmly and it made a certain amount of sense. The beast was one that no one could get a good look at and Daddy had been waiting for it to stray into his territory but it hadn't so far but it had calmed down it's activities a bunch. It must have to do with the 'bunny' person that the brunette was talking about.

"Do you have a pronoun preference?" Rusty asked politely. It seemed only right since the Xenobeast looked male and female.

The Xenobeast shrugged, "Surprise me."

Rusty looked the brunette over before thinking. He would be more comfortable calling the person male because of how he had spoken. Perhaps that was the wrong one but the Magician had called them a her too. Rusty paused, "May I call you he?"

"If you like." The Xenobeast said plainly before looking over at the Demonic Owl, "So I saw you fluttering about the other day. You were making my bunny a nervous wreck. I told him it was PETA that you seemed to be after but he didn't listen." The Xenobeast paused, "Nice catch by the way. How much can you carry while swooping?"

Rayman sighed, "Why do you want to know? He has a job. You can't hire him to work for you doing construction. Besides how much can your scrawny little body carry?"

"A little under a ton." The Xenobeast stated, "I had to lift a truck off one of my workers in my old city. It was one of the things that finally made me move here."

 

[Charlie_Death]

Robert wanted to make sure that he had a way to get a hold of Rusty should the other villains not play nice. Him allowing Rusty to go wasn't part of rehabilitating him but he needed him to socialize and make friends. He just hoped that they weren't going to lead him back down the wrong path or mistreat him because of how he gained his membership. He had washed Rusty's clothes the night before and while he was napping got everything ready. Since the increase in mishaps, Robert had a lot more money in his account than he cared to have and it didn't feel right. He almost felt like he was using Rusty's clumsy abilities for his own financial gain and his body for sexual gains, not that they had slept together since that first time. He watched Rusty sleep for a moment longer before waking him up with him clearing his throat. Then there was the sight that he couldn't tire but felt like a lecher for staring.

Robert told Rusty that they were going shopping and handed him the clothes he had picked out. As much as his boy loved being in the nude, he couldn't let him go out of the house looking like a street walker or streaker, nor could he let him meet other villains in clothes that weren't freshly washed. "I already have your villain outfit clean and set out for when we get back. It should not take long." He nodded when Rusty brought up the phone he was going to get him but kept his mouth shut that he had planned to visit more than one store, at least until they got to the car.

When they reached the phone store he watched Rusty look at the cheapest phones that looked outdated. Then again, he didn't have his son regularly suggesting him the lastest gadgets to keep him up to date, otherwise, Robert might still be listening to his old records and reading books for entertainment with a corded landline for communication. "You are looking at the wrong ones," Robert spoke as he put his hands on Rusty's shoulders and guided him to the iPhone display. When he was met with a protest on how expensive they were, he pulled out his own phone to show him. "Daddy can afford it. Besides, if you lose it, we can track where it is with my phone." He thought that losing it may have just been the only concern that his boy would have about getting the phone but he had forgotten about his mishaps and had to explain even further that there was nothing to worry about. He felt his chest tighten the more resistent he was to getting something so expensive, concerned about damaging it, but he brushed it off. He let out a sigh when Rusty got excited over a phone case with cats and glitter. Odd, but he knew hat Rusty liked cats so he let him have it. "Just like mine," Robert spoke as he pet the unruly red hair on Rusty's head when he said the case will make his phone look like a ginger kitty.

The next place he took him was a clothing store, the other purpose he brought him out shopping. He didn't want to tell Rusty that he was going to spend quite a bit of money to make sure he didn't get sunburn from all his sunbathing. "There will be people at the house for a week or so and I cannot have you in your birthday suit around them," was all he said in explanation on him picking out clothes. When Rusty pulled out a small pair of jean shorts, Robert was mortified. He hadn't thought that Rusty would find clothes that just barely cover him up. "Are those really shorts? They look like a jean strip," he spoke as he mentally questioned if letting Rusty pick his own clothes was the right thing to do. Robert shoved his hands in his pockets when he was told that his boy didn't want him to be jealous of other people seeing him in such clothing. He told him his concerns about ill intentions of whoever saw him, though he felt that he was talking more about himself and his salacious staring during Rusty's many catnaps than another man. After all, how many times was it that he took a long shower to relieve himself from watching him? He looked away when Rusty told him that he looked sexy, his mind going back to the first time he slept with him. It was hard to think that someone his age would even be interested in him and not his money.

Robert continued to nudge Rusty along to pick out his own clothes, allowing him to have whatever it was, no matter how questionable the clothing was gender wise. That is, until he started showing him shirts with "sugar daddy" on it. "I am pretty sure I would also classify as a 'sugar daddy' as the shirt puts it." He spoke dryly with a frown. He really didn't like that term and when another sugar daddy shirt came out he had to lay down the law. "No," he spoke with a heavy sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I may just have to put my foot down on this one." Ever since he went back on the dating scene, his habits of doting on his partner got the term slung in his direction multiple times. Most of which from his partner's mouth behind his back. It really was something that killed one's confidence in finding someone to remarry when someone saw your wallet before they saw you. Watching his ex remarry also didn't help in the matters. He asked if Rusty was ready to go and walked towards the registers when another question came up. He flinched at the suggestion of panties and looked over his shoulder at the young man behind him with a look of shock and horror. Women's underwear? He could somewhat tolerate the pants and sweats that came from the women's department but their unmentionables? Hearing that they made Rusty feel sexy made him uncomfortable. Such conversations are not meant for public spaces and the last thing he needed was for him to think about Rusty in women's undergarments.

"I do not need to hear about this..." Robert mumbled as he started to walk at a faster pace that matched the average pace of all the other shoppers. He could feel his face warm when Rusty mentioned getting into his bed again. "My be--" He cleared his throat nervously understanding that Rusty was most likely propositioning him but he still didn't want to believe it. "You have your own bed... No need to share mine." He mentally went over his syllabus and grading schedule to get his mind off of Rusty when he heard Rusty mention about what they were getting being too much. He had put him at ease once more that it wasn't a problem since all his money went to groceries anyways. When they were in line, he heard Rusty ask if he was too expensive and brought up the phone. He was so considerate of his finances, which could just be because he was homeless but even then... he told him that he was using a lot of the money that was left over from his accidents. When Rusty calmed himself by reasoning that he was paying for himself, Robert felt his chest tighten again. His grip on his shoulders tightened as he looked over that boyish, freckled face. Was this really a villain? He was being so considerate, polite, and reasonable when it came to him supporting him. Robert pulled him in a tight hug saying, "You are such a good boy." It was refreshing to see someone so concerned about using him for his money even when he was throwing it at him.

As they finished up, the topic of coloring books came back up and if the other villains like to color. He flat out told him that he wasn't buying anything for the others and that the coloring books are just for Rusty. He wasn't getting the villains anything, he only wanted to give Rusty what he wants and make him smile, not some other mischief maker. He thought over the question on if he had actually made a friend and wanted to go to their house. He didn't want to deny him from spending time with friends, but he wanted to make sure that he wasn't getting involved in anything morally questionable. He told him he was proud to ask him such a question. He wanted to just keep showering things on him, the only thing that felt acceptable in their situation. He cast a glance at him as he thought things over. The only thing he can think of to dote on him more that wasn't material goods were all sexual. He brought up the topic of music and found himself taken aback by his interest. It was starting to seem like he may have stumbled onto someone compatible, though it was a villain that was about half his age. He settled on his next gift for when he is at the League of Evil or alone. He sent him of to get what he wanted while he procured an iPod that had the largest capacity.

When he found Rusty he was speechless. It was one thing to say that you were exposed to older music and like to listen to them from time to time but to remember and sing it? That was something else. He would definitely have to share his personal playlists with him. He was speechless once more when Rusty mentioned being able to swing. That was the last thing he expected from him. Though not many people would think it, Robert was a great swing dancer and often competed when he was younger, but ultimately gave it up because he tended to push his partners too far. Swing dancing was a great way to burn off all the energy he had when he was younger but he often got too into it and made his partners dizzy and more than a couple sick. He hasn't found anyone outside of the competitions that liked or knew how to swing yet here was a villain he was caring for that behaves like a child and he knows how to swing. Well, it's not like it matters anymore since he has already given up dancing long ago. He'll just have to look somewhere to find him the right partner to dance with if he ever wants to.

Robert confessed to Rusty that he was going to turn fifty soon and they talked about cake. He hasn't had cake in years. He tried to hold back his binging with his family since it made them concerned about his eating habits. At one point his son took him to an all you can eat buffet and decided to have an intervention about his "binging disorder". All because he had already eaten five platefuls and was returning with two more. It probably didn't help that he had to leave through the back way by the bathroom to stop crime nearby. Then came the concern about him possibly being diabetic when he was late in meeting his son because he had to stop a robbery. He was hypoglycemic when he made it back, having eaten less of his nutritional bars than he needed. It was understandable that his son became concerned when his wife described his symptoms as someone with diabetes that had dangerously low blood sugar. Since then he watched what he ate, keeping the real reason a secret. He had a habit of eating before going to any meal with family so that it wouldn't happen again. He smiled when Rusty said he was going to make him two cakes. It was refreshing to not have to worry about appearances with someone so he told him he could make him two. He probably would eat them both on his own if Rusty didn't stop him. The amount of concern was touching and he thought about how long he can reasonably keep him around.

Any comfort he started to get with Rusty was thrown out the window yet again that day when he learned how old he was. It felt awkward before and now he felt even dirtier for lusting after a man two years younger than his son. He cleared his throat nervously again and simply told him about how he was already married and had adopted his son by 27. He didn't want Rusty to be holding himself back from his potential because he was homeless, nor did he want him to become that way again. It always bothered him to see people living on the streets and here he had a way to do something about it. When they got home he downloaded his personal playlist under "Daddy's Music" as well as a larger selection of swing. He looked over at the record player he had moved into his lair and the collection of swing and jazz records. Maybe with Rusty here he can move it back upstairs since he now has someone who appreciates his taste in music. After all, some of those records he was unable to find the digital versions. Once it was downloaded he dressed as Full Throttle and kept the mp3 player hidden in one of his pockets. He was grateful for the dark tint of his helmet, he didn't want Rusty to see that his face was coloring again after his kiss. The more he was around him the more he wanted to be with him and not just care for him. He made him feel... younger.

When they got to the Clinic, he gave him the iPod and received another kiss. Maybe he really is attracted to him. 'But maybe he is just doing this because you are buying him things,' the inner cynic spoke up as he lead him in. He just nodded at Radical Rayman before waving at Russel. He had seen him plenty of times at the League of Heroes giving the Ranger something to eat. Of course, each time he did, the Ranger would go on about how Russel is making the other women jealous that he gets to eat his home cooking, or just boasting about how he is spoiled with good food. After he saw Rusty disappear towards the back he left. He might as well go get some work done while they were at the meeting. He sent Rusty a text to let him know when he needed to pick him up before tucking his phone away and heading towards his own League.

Travis was not having anything today. He felt drained and ready to fall asleep since Jacob's libido is probably rivalling the pain-in-his-own-ass co-leader. It was nice to be back to where they had been in the start of their relationship but he had other things to do and responsibilities now. A man needed some sleep. He scowled at the couple that came in first, unhappy that Rey even allowed that feathery fiend into the League.

"Why the hell are you not transformed? And I know who you are with that ridiculous mask of yours." He jabbed a finger towards the human Demonic Owl before letting out a heavy groan as he ran his hands over his face. "Are you shitting me? $500 for a custom chair and you choose to sit on his lap? Rayman, sit in your own god damned chair!" The two didn't even bother moving and found Travis's ranting entertaining since he didn't have the energy to get up. When Todd left to go upstairs and fetch the Richer, Travis was even more uneasy in being alone with the Demonic Owl. Sure he wasn't in his harpy form but that didn't make his large frame any less imposing and it certainly didn't help that he was fucking with him. Quidel stared in silence before slowly turning his head around almost completely before putting it back quickly. Travis scooted back in his chair, gripping the armrests tightly muttering swears to anyone who thought this was a good idea in allowing him to be part of the League of Evil. Quidel just kept moving his head in inhuman ways and decided to breathe fire, flames being just long enough to reach half way to Travis, whom fell out of his chair at that point. Maybe it would be fun to be part of this group since he still had people to scare. He looked over at Russel who walked in as if nothing was wrong and sat in his chair, not long after, Todd and the Richer arrived.

Quidel wrapped his arms around Todd's waist when he sat down and silently watched the exchange. He couldn't help but be amused at the exchange and lowered his head to hide whatever half-smile may show through his mask. Travis was not having any of it and just crossed his arms and scowled. Just before he opened his mouth to go on another tirade that this was the League of Evil and not some casino where you gamble your life away, Quidel and Russel both turned towards one of the back exits. Not long after they had done so, a distinct click-click-click of rapid robotic feet was heard.

"God damn it, can't he keep his damn word on not showing up?" Travis groaned as he looked over at the bot that entered the room. "I thought you said your ass was staying home and I wouldn't have to look at your slut ass."

The bot stopped and turned towards the Magician, a series of lasers popped out and displayed a large hologram of a middle finger before it mounted itself onto the ceiling above Techno Mastermind's chair. The hologram changed and reformed itself to a life size scale Techno in his chair, petting a one eyed cat.

"I am at home and you aren't looking at me, just the image of me." He flipped the Magician the bird before turning to look at the Richer. "It's nice to see that you are here, I figured that Grouch over there might try to boot you out so I came to supervise remotely." He looked over at Rayman who brought up that Russel had a dick and which side that point goes to. "Easy, me."

"Don't tell me you have stakes in this bet, too."

"No, I just like winning."

"Shocking since you always lose your battles."

"My battles weren't to successfully ransom my hostages or rob the bank, just to get the attention of a certain someone. Which I did, so ergo, I won."

"Whatever, Molly. Just because you found your Tom to knock you up doesn't mean you win, unless it is a competition for the biggest slag in town."

"Like you are one to talk, you might be a hologram to me but I can still see those hickeys on your neck, hussy."

Travis grumbled as he pulled up his collar and slunk down in his chair, grumbling swears at Jacob, whom decided to come down at that particular moment to give them all cookies. Travis took his own plate and just grumbled when he received a kiss on his cheek. "Caffeine is just a bandaid, I need sleep sometime." He looked over at his husband who laughed at him and spilled his name without thinking. Travis tried to cover his mouth but it was too late, his name was out there. "Damn it, didn't I tell you that we were going strictly by our aliases here? My name is already tied to you, damn it. Shit. Forget you heard that." When Jacob asked what was the big deal, that he already knew the names of the others, Travis quickly replied in a loud whisper, "Because he is probably planted here by Full Throttle to monitor us. Why else would they pick the most useless villain to join?"

"Hey, it was either that or break Rayman out of prison and I don't feel like giving my husband more reasons to be away from home."

"Maybe he would find it a blessing to get away from you and the five other mouths he has to feed. I bet it smells like a giant fucking litter box over there."

"It does not! Oh my fucking God, Travis." Rey emphasized his name since it was already leaked and he had the sinking suspicion that the Richer might not be a mole, although he is looking more interested and fiddling with a phone, so maybe he was mistaken. Either way, he could go for a break from the Magician. "Can you stop being such a bitch and let us get on with the fucking meeting? This is why I came in to check on things."

"You're the reason we aren't getting shit done, Rey." Rey gasped and called Travis a bitch again before Todd decided to spill the rest of their names to the Richer. "Why in the hell would you do that, Rayman? Now he is going to tell everyone who we are!"

"I'm pretty sure I am safe. They know me, sorta."

"Yeah, they'll come after you first. You are on the shit list with quite a few."

"I doubt they would believe it anyways, I am like a different person on the other side of this mask. Even Lionman didn't know who I was, but then again, I didn't know who he was either... but still." The cat on Techno's lap perked up and looked at his master giving off a quick meow. The image of Techno looked over to the side and grumbled as the sound of smaller meows started to pick up. "Damn it, every damn time he wakes them up. I'm seriously going to kick his fucking ass--"

Rey looked over the back of his model chair and tried his best to scowl at his husband who tried to sneak, unsuccessfully into the room. "You fucking woke them up, again." He hissed as he pointed to the portable play pen he set up in his workshop. The kittens were stirring and meowing louder now that their father was in the room, except one. He frowned at the explanation as Lionman walked closer to him asking for a welcome home kiss and asking all sorts of questions about the hologram that was in front of him. He stuck his massive paws out to distort the image, only to have them get slapped down. "Damn it, I am trying to do evil things here and you are ruining that image! How the hell did you get past the sentries anyways?" He groaned when he got his answer. He pulled down his mask and gave him a kiss and a slap on the arm as he pulled the mask back up quickly. "There, now get out and put them back to bed. No, they aren't hungry, I just fed them and put them to bed before I even started this call, and yes this is live."

When Lionman's image was finally out of the hologram and room, Rey turned his attention back to the other villains.

"Way to blow your fucking cover. You should keep your Tom under control."

"Don't make me sick my mother-in-law on you. Besides, I am not the only one with a husband that has boundary issues." Rey looked over at Russel who added that he got more business because the Ranger was known to frequent his company's office on his patrols. Everyone seems to think it is an endorsement but his bunny is a little helicopter who needs constant validation and attention. Either that or he is using the 'I was in the neighborhood' excuse to fish for a kiss. "Hmm?" Rey turned his attention to the Richer who was holding his phone to his face, ready to touch the screen as he asked if they were really with heroes. "Yeah, and if you rat us out, the League is going to be out a couple hard hitters. Lionman covers the largest territory. Good luck keeping Boxton safe with him out of the picture."

Robert had gotten home having had ran through his territory twice since leaving the League in search of crim. He decided he was going to try to figure out ways to dote on Rusty some more instead of patrol uselessly. He was staring at the cardboard box that he had insisted on keeping when he got a call. "Is everything alright?" He asked before he got excited chatter about them not being the only couple. He froze in his spot and just listened as Rusty spilled on who was dating who, not completely surprised that Lionman would be toying around with the other side, but married? And the Ranger, too? He wasn't even a super, just someone who hates crime, although hearing who he was with made sense on why he dodged all questions on capturing the Xenobeast and why he probably stayed in the Ranger's territory. "Boy, I will call you back. I need to make some phone calls." He hung up and immediately dialed up Lionman, not so much because he would probably get an answer from him, but because he was the first in his contact list since L came before R. Rusty had given him villain names and not real names but if Lionman was married to Techno Mastermind, then that means the meek man that paid him a few visits as well as bringing his litter over once must be him.

"Is Rey Techno Mastermind?" Robert asked the moment he heard his co-worker answer. Immediately he was asked if the Richer was his significant other. He had hoped it wouldn't get out so soon but after his long pause he was asked again. He nervously cleared his throat. He didn't know if he could consider him a significant other, he was someone he was taking care of and after today, realized that they had similar interests. Shared interests that he had to mine through numerous gold diggers to find. "I may have had relations with him, yes." He received a sarcastic similar response to his. After clearing his throat again he clarified. "I do not know how to classify our relationship. He currently resides in my residence and we are both somewhat familiar with each other's bodies, although admittedly, I more familiar with his. However, I should inform you that it is more of a... contractual agreement that we have. I am merely taking care of him to rehabilitate him from being a villain." He received an interesting response that even if he was involved with the Richer, he was still preventing his crimes, albeit through another means. He hadn't thought of it that way. It felt better on his mind that if he slept with him again he wouldn't be betraying his duties as a hero. Now all that really stood in his way was if he was really taking advantage of the situation. "Thank you. I will not report about your relationship with Techno Mastermind." He hung up and stared at his phone. It felt odd to be with a villain and it to be common in the League. He tapped the phone on his thigh for a moment in thought on what he wanted to do. When he finally settled he called Rusty again. All he said to him was, "I am picking you up, get ready."

He drove and waited inside the clinic for Rusty to be escorted out to him. He placed his hand on his shoulder when he walked up to him and pulled him close. "I am not mad at you. I cannot be mad, I am just surprised for multiple reasons. No, I am not taking you out of the League, just taking you home early." He opened the car door for him and drove him home. When they got back he grabbed Rusty by the hand and lead him upstairs. He must have understood what was on his mind because he got excited, squeezing his hand even harder.

When they got to his room, he shut the door, even though there was no one who would walk in on them. He pulled off his helmet and tossed it on the bed, his hair sticking up on the side which elicited a giggle from the villain as well as an apology. "Undress for me." He spoke as he watched Rusty quickly began to pull off his clothes. He grabbed his wrists and added, "slowly" before letting go. He watched as the Richer slowly turned into the ginger boy toy that lounged all around his house. He felt his pants tighten in anticipation as he removed his own clothes. His jumpsuit was laid across the end of the bed with Rusty's golden outfit. The last things to go were his sweat stained t-shirt and underwear. After a moment of thought, he pulled off his socks after watching Rusty do the same. He let out the breath he had been holding in when Rusty reached up and pressed their lips together. He pulled away as he looked through the night stand for condoms and lube. The condoms were bad and the lube was almost empty. He could have sworn there was much more than that left. "These are bad," he tossed the condoms aside. "Is it ok if I f... If Daddy is not safe?" He couldn't get himself to swear but Rusty finished his broken sentence. "Language, young man. I do not like foul language." He kissed his neck as he slowly fingered him wondering if the looseness was because he masturbated or the sole work of the plug he so enjoyed wearing.

He pushed Rusty further on the bed and slowly pressed himself into him. 'I cannot believe I am actually having sex with a villain... Oh but I wanted this so bad...' He thought to himself. He hadn't realized that he had just been still, enjoying the feeling of Rusty's warm body in his arms and around him until he was told it was ok for him to move. "I am getting old, I need more time." Robert muttered only to get a frown from his lover who obviously didn't buy it as an excuse. He ran his hands through his red hair and kissed his forehead. "I am sorry." He thrust slowly into him before muttering, "You do not know how much I wanted this." One hand was left playing and gently tugging on those rosy curls on his head while the other slowly felt up and groped his ass and thighs. He listened to Rusty prattle on about knowing how he liked to watch him. It felt wrong to hide it and although he didn't like admitting it, he had to come clean. "You are right. Daddy loves watching you sunbathe." He thrust into him harder. "Looking at your young body. Wanting to touch." He kissed him deeply as he picked up the pace the more he spoke what he felt. It drove him to move faster and tighten his grip on the ginger below him who seemed to moan louder with each confession. "I masturbate every night to the thought of being inside you again." He felt the younger man's body tighten around him as he came. The change in pressure sent him over the edge as he pulled out, rubbing his cock along Rusty's own twitching member, semen spilling over it. He took a moment to catch his breath and feel the used hole.

"Looks like I made a mess." He gave him a gentle kiss as he pulled him up. "Let me make you all clean again. Then you can help me make supper." He whispered in his ear. "I washed all your new clothes already." He paused before adding, "You can wear your shorts to the dinner table." Robert reasoned with himself that he didn't really want to see Rusty in the shorts, just that getting to wear them would make him happy. After all, he was so excited that he found them on sale earlier.

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Rusty watched the exchange between the Xenobeast and Radical Rayman before looking over to where the two morphs in the room were looking. It wasn't long be for one of the many bots used by Techno Mastermind. The Magician said something rather mean and snotty before the bot showed a hologram of a giant middle finger. Rusty wasn't sure if he was allowed to clap so he waited and watched in amazement as the bot moved to the ceiling and formed the image of Techno Mastermind petting a cat. It was a very iconic image and Rusty couldn't help the small little claps the image. The man must have been a genius to come up with all the little laser lights in a way they didn't damage anyone. Rusty shook his head when asked if the Magician had tried to kick him out. "No. Not yet. He was too busy lecturing the others before he even got to me."

Radical Rayman brought up the Xenobeast's ambiguous gender again and Techno Mastermind said that it was him that deserved the point. The two leaders argued for a bit. It was interesting that the two were talking about Techno's career as a criminal. From what little he could gather from Daddy, it seemed that Techno was often Lionman's problem which if Rusty was reading between the lines right meant that they were together. He pulled out his phone that Daddy gave him and set it on the table. Daddy said to text him if he needed to talk to him but Rusty wasn't really all that good with texting. Instead he looked around at the other members. Radical Rayman was happily keeping tally on 'points' struck on a little piece of paper. The Demonic Owl was watching the paper and tallied when Rayman was too busy laughing or got distracted by the owl himself. The Xenobeast was looking rather bored but amused at the same time, texting on his phone to his bunny Rusty assumed. Rusty looked back when he heard someone come down the stairs.

It was Dr. Sanders. The man handed the Magician a small plate of cookies before putting a big plate down in front of the rest of the League. When the Doctor was told that caffeine was just a band aid, the man laughed. "Well Travis stop looking so sexy and brooding and I'll leave you alone." The doctor blinked when the Magician covered up his mouth. Rusty was told to forget he heard that but now the League being under the Center made sense. Dr. Jacob Sanders was married to a Travis Sanders. Jacob looked at Travis, aka the Magician unimpressed and asked what was wrong with saying his name. The Magician told his husband that he thought Rusty was a trap or a mole. In a way it did sort of make sense to Rusty but if that was the case then why did they let Rusty in? Jacob raised an eyebrow, "If anyone was going to plant a mole it would be either Crypto or Purple Girlpal. The later would be insanely obvious and the former would probably be harder to detect. Full Throttle would never plant a mole. He's not that conniving. It's not in his moral code."

Rusty listened as the leaders went back and forth again. However when Travis called Techno Mastermind Rey, then apparently that was a signal for Rayman to speak up. "So apparently now that the leaders have been introduced. I'm Todd, this is Quid and that genderless fuckhead is Russel."

Russel, the Xenobeast grinned over at Todd, "Please, like that one point is hurting you for sex. I bet Quidel has no time for anything other than you when your around. You seem like an attention hog."

"I don't like my point being held hostage Russel. Now I'll always wonder if I really was winning or not." Todd looked over as sudden mewing burst from the hologram. "Oh man. The kittens are awake."

"I'm Rusty by the way. And kittens?" Rusty went unanswered but he gasped as he saw the image of Lionman sneaking into the hologram.

Lionman crept up to where Rey was before purring, "I'm sorry love. I forget. I get so excited to see my family I forget to be quiet. Could I get a welcome home kiss?" He looked over at the hologram before perking. "Oh is this the mad science you've been working on? A hologram. That's clever. Is this going to be used for porn too? How did you keep the lasers from going all over?" His wave of questions were ignored when his hands were slapped down from messing with the hologram. How did he get past the sentries? Well easy. "I just showed them my dick." Lionman answered to a rather shocked looking Techno, "Yeah. Apparently you didn't want them shooting your favorite part of me off." Lionman purred when he got a kiss before listening with his head cocked to his husband give him instructions. He handed one of the kittens over before grabbing the rest and heading out the door.

Rusty watched as Travis berated Rey for allowing his husband to come in and be seen. It would make sense they would want to hide that if they thought Rusty was a mole. Rusty fiddled with his phone trying to text his daddy with this information but failing. It was brought up that another villain had a significant other that had boundry issues too.

Russel hummed, "Oh you mean my bunny? Yes. He does have a rather bad habit of coming around as the Ranger looking for attention and kisses. I should probably try to curb it but its so charming and cute I just let it go. Besides I have vastly more business because his coming around seems to endorse my business more."

Rusty held his phone to his face and finally decided to just call Daddy. Daddy needed to know this and know that they really didn't need to hide. If this many villain had slept with the other side, or in the Magician's case, slept with the someone who worked with the other side, then it was more normal than Daddy had probably imagined. Rusty excused himself to go to the bathroom and called his daddy up. "Daddy! We're normal. Lots of villains and heroes are doing the dirty together. There are Techno Mastermind and Lionman. Their married and have kittens together daddy! Then there is the Xenobeast and the Ranger. The Xenobeast says that the Ranger is so cute." Rusty listened as his daddy said he would call him later.

Venedict blinked as his cell phone started ringing. He ordered Minion and his five other cats to keep an eye on the wiggly kittens while he took the call. The cats had been wonderful in helping out with the kittens though that would probably change as they got old enough for the elderly and poor Minion to be unable to lift them. Full Throttle was calling him and when he answered he was asked the question he always worried about. Was Rey Techno? Venedict didn't pause long, "Is the Richer your significant other?" There was a long pause and Venedict wondered if the other man would answer him. "Are you with the Richer, Robert?" When Robert said that he was having relations with the villain. Venedict couldn't help the snort, "Yes, I too am having relations with Techno Mastermind." Venedict listened to the man and it made an odd amount of sense. He was trying to make the Richer a better person and they were living together and being together. Venedict hummed, "Look it's not my place to tell you how to feel but if you're worried about this being a conflict of interest it really isn't. Even if you are in a relationship with the Richer it isn't hurting your job. As heroes it is our job to stop villains. We are. Perhaps not in the way that the city intended but if you look at the evidence it does work. The Xenobeast stays in the Ranger's territory and only destroys unsafe buildings. Techno Mastermind has no time to rob banks or anything else with our children and I haven't seen another failed attempt in the news by the Richer. The whole League of Evil mostly does what amounts to nothing but bitch about how supers are treated. A lot of them don't want their SOs away from home too long so they keep it down so their men come home." He listened as Robert told him he wouldn't report him. "I appreciate that man. I don't know that I could be a hero and be a single dad of five."

Rusty frowned when his Daddy told him that he was picking him up. But he left the bathroom and went out to the meeting area and continued the meeting before hearing Jacob call down us the intercom to say that the Richer's ride was here. Todd lead him back up to the top floor before Rusty followed Daddy out to the car. Rusty listened as Daddy told him that he wasn't mad he was just surprised and he wasn't taking Rusty out of the League. Once they got home it seemed that Daddy was on a mission. One that Rusty caught onto when the man was pulling him up the stairs. Daddy took off his helmet and Rusty could help the giggle at his daddy's helmet hair. He quickly apologized before he was ordered to undress but apparently he was too quick as Daddy told him to slow down.

Rusty couldn't help himself when he finished undressing. He had to have a kiss. He reached up to his daddy and happily got one before the man looked around the night stand. Rusty, being unable to go to the store or buy his own lube had been using his Daddy's which was apparently starting to become noticeable since the man gave the bottle a look. The condoms were apparently bad since they were thrown into the trash. Rusty watched as his daddy worked over the words. Could Daddy not be safe? It hadn't been long and probably wasn't the smartest ideas but Rusty trusted his daddy completely with his body. His heart was a bit more wary but he knew now that the man would never hurt him outright. He was always so careful. "Of course Daddy. You can fuck me bareback." Rusty was of course admonished for his language but he didn't take it too seriously since Daddy pushed him back onto the bed and stretched him out. Once he was stretched to Daddy's standards the older man entered him. Rusty bit his lip it felt so good to have someone inside of him again. He hadn't had sex since the last time with Daddy and a long time before that. Rusty was feeling a little pent up.

There was a long pause and Daddy wasn't moving. Instead he seemed to be admiring Rusty more than he was concerned about moving. Rusty bit his lip before speaking, "It's okay to move Daddy." Daddy then told Rusty he needed more time because he was old. That wasn't the case and apparently his look told Daddy that he didn't believe him. Instead it got Daddy moving. He listened to Daddy tell him about how much he wanted this. Rusty puffed, "I know Daddy. I've seen you watching me. I know you like to watch me sunbathe long before you get me up and I know that you love to touch and pet me even though you don't have to." It was then that Daddy started to confess that yes he did want Rusty. The man sped up his thrusts and Rusty found himself moaning ever louder to each confession made until they both climaxed from the pleasure.

It took a few moments for them to catch their breath before Rusty felt Daddy pull out. He raised an eyebrow when the man gently felt around his hole. "You did make me dirty." He kissed the man back before allowing himself to be pulled up and moved. Daddy told him that all his new clothing had been washed and he could wear his new shorts to the table. Rusty perked. "I would like that Daddy."

They slowly went to the bathroom before Rusty watched amused as Daddy got the bath ready. Rusty didn't always have to have baths but he rather liked them and Daddy often liked to let him play in the watch while he took his own shower. Rusty happily got into the warm bubble bath before looking up and raising his arms. "Why don't you join me Daddy?" He gently prodded the man into joining with things like 'you can wash my back' or 'you can make sure I get really clean'. He played with the bubbles and some empty bottles while Daddy relaxed or slowly cleaned his hair and body. Rusty helped Daddy some too before he was shooed away to play with his empty bottles some more. They only got out when Daddy said that he was pruning enough to look his age which made Rusty frown at him.

Dinner was fun and they make fajitas which Rusty got to help cut the veggies and sizzle the meat. Rusty was only wearing his shorts which kept Daddy from letting him do too much with the stove but that didn't stop him from asking questions about this and that before they set themselves down to eat. Rusty of course still got more food than he would need but Daddy didn't seem offended that he didn't eat all of his food. Instead Rusty happily chattered about until they were done with dinner. Then he had a request. "Daddy, may I ask something that your not going to like?" He helped clean up the dishes before realizing he had Daddy's full attention. "Nothing bad, I promise. But...can we go over the contract again. I trust you more and I think you weren't really thinking that we were going to have sex. Which is kind of silly, since we both like each other. I was also treating it like a prostitution gig because I've had a lot of things be too good to be true."

They finished clean up and went up to Daddy's office where he pulled out a copy of the contract. Rusty read it over again before smiling. "Well we don't do spanking anymore so that will have to be changed." He giggled at Daddy's look, "It's not a punishment if we both like it Daddy." He looked it over again. "Okay so I still like the allowance but I can't really go any higher than twenty dollars a day." When asked why, Rusty looked away, "Can we....talk about that later? I don't like talking about it." He looked over the contract, "I like having an out for both of us, just because that's fair. Punishments should be lined out. Time outs, general taking away of objects....I'm not okay with you throwing anything away unless it's agreed on by both of us. That's why I got scared when you had my kitty stuff hostage. Oh, also we need to be more clear about sex." He blinked as Robert seemed startled, "I think it's rather obvious I like vintage, Daddy. So, I'm not really using you for money. The food and shelter are nice but as you remember I didn't stay until you agreed to be my daddy." Rusty paused, "And I'd like a list of rules be kept. When we make new ones we can add on but I'm only human daddy and I tend to get excited and forget things." Rusty counted off on his fingers, "You want me to not commit crime, to ask before I bring adult items home, have clothing that you have deemed 'guest appropriate' on when I know we are having guests, do small chores....that I can do without accidents, meet any friends before I can go over to their place." Rusty paused, "It's your house Daddy but can I have guests over? For the day or for the night? These are things I would like to know before I get there so we don't have a problem."

Rusty cocked his head, "As for my wishes well... I like what we have. I have food, shelter and sunbathing time. I get to have little play time and you make time to play with me when you can. I don't mind gifts but within reason." He blushed when Robert looked at him weird, "Sorry, I get panicy about being a burden. So I don't mind you buying things for me but....could you keep them mostly small? Like I don't mind toys or clothing or anything less than...." Rusty thought a moment, "Anything less than the cost of my cell phone. Save the big things for special occasions? Birthdays, anniversaries and every once in a blue moon? I'm not saying you can't spoil me if that's your love language but um....don't let me become a burden? I might be better about it later so we can revisit it but for right now, please?" They worked out the contract some more before they went to bed in the same bed because Rusty asked to cuddle.

However the morning had predictable results. Once Daddy's alarm went off loud enough to wake the dead. Rusty startled and fell onto the floor turning the rug gold. He panicked and fussed for a minute before remembering that Daddy was well used to his accidents by now. "Sorry Daddy. I can see about getting it fixed?" Daddy told him not to worry about it. It would seem he wasn't worried about another rug becoming a casualty of Rusty's accidents. Rusty saw his daddy off before calling Father Tim again. He rolled the golden rug down to the church, once more glad that Daddy didn't live far from it. When Tim asked warily if he wanted anything else besides the rug Rusty paused. "Can I ask for two things? One of them is a favor. First if you can, can you get a beginner's cookbook that had cakes in it too. Like stupid beginners who have never done a cake in their life and um....Can I give my boyfriend your number? He knows I'm a super and he's a super too but I haven't told him about the curse yet and if he asks could you....talk to him about it?" Rusty let out a relieved sigh when Tim agreed to talk to Daddy about it if he was called. With the cookbook and the rug in hand he went back and set up the rug before putting the cookbook on the end table.

He read it for a while before feeling totally stupid. He needed a break. He needed kitty time. He undressed and fitted himself up as a kitty before looking at the garage. He had been wanting to play with that jar of coins for a while now. He sneaked into the garage and focused strongly on it not running away from him until he got into the house. His head hurt worse and he had a spot of blood under his nose but it was worth it. He put the jar's lid onto the jar before starting to roll the heavy bastard on the floor. Once he got into the groove he was chasing it around the house giggling and trying to tackle it before it ran away. He was having such a blast that he didn't hear Daddy come in and was met with Daddy looking at him oddly. Rusty patted the jar watching it roll away. Daddy looked down at Rusty's hands before looking at the jar then Rusty again. Rusty wasn't sure how long he had been watching but he seemed boggled by the whole thing. Rusty crawled to the jar, the change slowly hopping away inside as if he was a giant repelling magnet. Rusty held the jar focusing on holding it in his hand until he felt his nose start to bleed then he let go. Daddy fussed, cleaning up the blood before Rusty spoke. "My family is cursed." Rusty spoke slowly and carefully, "We can.....never have more than twenty dollars in money to our name." Rusty paused, "If you have a lot of questions....I asked my um....contact who helps me trade in my gold to speak with you if you wanted to. It's hard for me to talk about." Rusty paused a moment before pulling his knees to his chest, "He's a exorcist with the local church. He's super busy but when he's in town I call him and trade in gold for things I've accidently changed over. Since I can't keep the money, he buys whatever I need or ask for then the rest goes to his charity to help Supers like me who can't control their powers."

 

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Robert set up the bath, adding the bubbles that he had bought for Rusty, or at least that is what he told him the first time he had brought it out. The real reason he bought the bubbles was because he continuously got distracted by looking at the more obscene parts of his body. He loved looking at him but he didn't like how his eyes were always drawn to his groin and posterior and the bubbles provided the perfect censor as well as entertainment in watching Rusty play with the bubbles. He catered to Rusty's wishes to join him, climbing into the spacious bath behind him. He took his time to make sure that he had cleaned out every drop of cum that had leaked into his boy, finding himself grow excited at the sounds he was making from his ministrations. Rusty had offered to help clean him and he allowed it, that is until his focus on his cock changed from a gentle cleaning to a very obvious handjob. Such things were not for bath time and he swatted him away to finish cleaning them both and distracted his mind to calm himself down. It wasn't that Robert didn't want to go for a second round, it was that bathing was a time to get clean and sex was a dirty act, thus the two could not mix.

When they climbed out he helped dry him before leaving to cook dinner. The whole time his eyes kept diverting to Rusty's shorts and the little tuft of red hair poking out. He kept him away from the stove and supervised his cutting to make sure he wasn't hurt. When they ate, he kept a vigilant eye on him still. Each time that food strayed from his mouth and threatened to roll down his chin or get onto his body, Robert came to the rescue with a napkin. After dinner they washed the dishes together, Rusty getting the duty of drying so that he doesn't get soapy water on him. When they were done, he gave his boy his full attention, leaning his back against the sink.

The ginger was right, he wasn't going to like the conversation. Creating the contract was nerve wracking because he didn't know what he was doing and although they are both consenting adults, he felt like he was taking advantage of him. On top of that, he wasn't the most vocal about what he wants, even with himself, so having a written outline on what is acceptable and what they both want was stressful. He felt his stomach sink when Rusty told him that he was treating their contract and relationship as a prostitution gig. He doesn't condone prostitution since it is a crime and harms people, and had feared that the contract equated to him being a John. He didn't want to use Rusty for his body but if him staying and the contract being a form of agreement, then he was just as guilty as the men that had used him before. The allowance he had agreed to give him was something that was meant to give him some freedom and prevent him from going out to earn his own but now it took on a whole new meaning; it was payment for his sexual services.

Twice. He had sex with him twice while the contract was active. Twice he had sex with a prostitute that he had paid. All he wanted to do was take care of him and help him out but instead he caved into his lustful desires twice and thus committed a crime each time. Ignorance of the law is no excuse for breaking it, or in his case, ignorance of his actions is no excuse. Yes. Revision is a good idea. Throwing the contract out would be good as well since all it did was solidify that he was committing a crime rather than just agreeing on living arrangements. He nodded and muttered under his breath, "I did not sign that contract for sexual purposes." He went to his office and pulled out the contract along with fresh paper for revisions.

He shot Rusty a look that was a mixture of confused, relief and disappointment when he said they didn't have to do spanking anymore. He cleared his throat and looked away when it was pointed out that he had enjoyed spanking him. That isn't the sort of thing that a respectable person was into, it was deviant and his reaction clearly had to be a fluke of some sort. It was Rusty's reaction that had elicited that reaction from him, not the action itself he reasoned. "I do not like having to spank anyone, but if you do not want it as a punishment option, then I understand." He let Rusty take control of the revision since he has more experience in these matters, but he couldn't help but to keep thinking on if this still being considered prostitution or not. He asked why the allowance couldn't go more than twenty, although he was now reconsidering even having an allowance included in the contract. He didn't want it to be viewed as a payment for sexual favors. Is that why he let him have sex with him? Because he was giving him money? He did pay him more than $600 during his stay, not including all the money he has spent on him earlier. He hadn't even considered how much he was paying him and the harsh truth that he was back to being a sugar daddy to a prostitute hit him. He brushed off the avoidance of an explanation and listened to what punishments were going to stay.

The moment the topic of sex came back up, Robert tensed. He couldn't deny to himself that he really did want to have sex with him and that he enjoyed it but now he was once again conflicted because he didn't know how it was being considered as. No longer was this a dilemma on their moral choices but now it was on if this contractual relationship was still considered prostitution. Just exactly was the dynamics of this relationship? Was everything being viewed as a contractual payment for sexual gratification? Was him living with him the equivalent of the legally grey escort? Arm candy that is paid to give you attention with the possibility of sex? He pulled himself from his thoughts when the rules were brought back up. Rules are things he can handle.

"I can make the rules and keep them on a separate sheet. If you want easy access to it, I will leave a copy on the fridge for you as well as another personal copy." He thought for a moment before asking, "What are your wishes to be in the revised contract?" He didn't want to keep the contract but if there were more things specifying exactly what kind of relationship it is they were outlining or break away from the sexual aspect. He listened to what Rusty had to say and felt that similar twinge in his chest that he was being resistant to receiving anything financial. Was this really still a prostitution thing? He did say that he trusted him more so perhaps it is changing, but he doesn't know. He needs it spelled out more clearly but he couldn't find the words he needed to say. Instead he just nodded along and began writing out the new contract with more constraints on what money and gifts Rusty had received. Anniversaries, birthdays, blue moon, all of those are language for something long term. Somewhere in his mind he thought that this arrangement would only last a few months, a year at most, but anniversaries meant multiple years.

All that remained in the contract was the sexual section, which happened to be the one that Rusty seemed most insistent that Robert fill out himself. How was he supposed to set up the sexual rules of conduct with someone like Rusty? He didn't even know what he wanted to do with him, at least, not until he was locked away with his fantasies after watching him. "I must admit, I have stared at your body quite a bit and have a strong desire to touch..." As he said those words, his fingers gently stroked the paper he was writing the new contract on, subconsciously imagining touching Rusty's body. He cleared his throat nervously as Rusty put it rather bluntly that Robert could do pretty much whatever he wanted to him, be it staring, touching, spanking or sex. He added it along with a clause that if there is anything they want to try that they would talk to each other about. "I will try to let you know, but I do not expect to suggest much." He looked away, sure that Rusty was calling this a bluff judging by the look he was giving him. Once they signed the revised contract he allowed Rusty to share the bed with him. He held him close letting out a small smile as Rusty commented about how much he loved being held so closely by Daddy. This was the one thing that he had missed the most being single; sharing a bed with another and holding them close. It was a moment later that his alarm went off and he felt someone shove roughly against his body. He didn't even realize he had fallen asleep. He assured Rusty that it was fine that it was turned to gold and he wasn't all that surprised or upset.

He left for work after making breakfast, mind still drifting back to the contract he had made the night before. He must have been more distracted than usual because his speech speed had changed. One of his students remarked that his speech speed kept changing from his standard slow, to slower and then quicker than normal, which perhaps was why he had finished his lecture early. He brushed it off without an explanation before going to his office and began to write out the rules he was going to give to Rusty. In neat, tidy writing, he created three lists of rules. Once he had finished the lists, he photocopied them and stapled it together. There were three copies that he had in his possession when he came home: the original, the copy that will be on the fridge and the personal copy for Rusty to hold onto.

He had expected the usual sight of Rusty sunbathing by the front window, but instead he was greeted with the sight of Rusty chasing after his change jar. The sound of rolling coins filled the house along with Rusty's laughing as the jar was repelled by some unseen forces. Was that part of his ability? That was certainly odd, why didn't he use that in his heists? Rusty had slowed down his chase when the jar rolled up to his feet and he just looked between the two, watching the coins react strangely. He stared as Rusty got an intensely focused look on his face as he picked up the jar. The moment he saw blood start to drip from his nose, Robert switched over to his rescue mode. He ran to the bathroom and came back with tissues. He immediately tilted Rusty's head back and began to clean up the blood before placing a tissue in the bleeding nostril.

"Are you alright? Are you feeling well?" Robert felt his face for a fever before going back to pinching the bridge of his nose as he lead him to the sofa to sit him down. He listened as Rusty explained how he was cursed and could only hold a small amount of money at a time. He wanted to ask more questions on how that had anything to do with the coin jar, until he realized that there were quite a few quarters and most likely was over twenty dollars. He held him close as he pet his red hair as he thought over if he wanted to talk to his contact. It was a good deed that Rusty was doing by giving the rest of the money he couldn't hold to charity. Robert was well aware of the charity he mentioned, although he didn't say it by name. The League of Heroes was well connected in terms of anything helping the super community. "Keep pinching your nose, I will be right back." He got up and left, returning with a popsicle which he unwrapped and handed to Rusty after placing a paper towel around the stick. "You are such a good boy giving money to charity. I am proud of you for doing such things but do not scare me." He watched as he sucked on the popsicle loudly. "I have the rules you wanted to know right here." He pulled out one of the copies and handed it over. "I am going to put the other copy on the fridge so you can always find it.

Robert's House Rules​

1. No committing crime (including misdemeanors)
2. No bringing stolen items into the house
3. All dishes are to be washed after use
4. No food or drinks outside of the dinning room and kitchen (except water)
5. Water in other rooms must be placed on a coaster
6. Must call in the event of any and all accidents, no exception
7. Must receive permission to bring adult items into the house
8. Absolutely no pornography
9. Must wear clothes whenever there are guests over at the house or answering the door
10. Must be wearing clothing at the dinner table, no exceptions
11. Must meet every friend before being allowed to go to their house or hang out outside of the club
12. Must meet any guardian or responsible individual of friend before they can come over
13. Must have any and all contact information in the event of emergencies involving friends if they stay over
14. All friends must follow the same house rules
15. Any sleep overs will be supervised, no exception
16. There is always a curfew that follows street light rules, sole exception being the back yard
17. All clothing worn outside the house must be conservative and follow the following requirements:
    • Pants or shorts that go below the fingertips
    • No belly shirts
    • No transparent attire
    • Must have sleeves on shirts
    • Must have a sweater or jacket in cold or wet weather, no exception
    • No clothing with dirt, grass or otherwise stains
18. Bedtime is at 9pm, 10pm on weekends
19. Must make bed every morning, no exception
20. Must ask permission to go outside the house if not home or to go alone
21. Must know location if outside
22. Any deliveries to the house must be preapproved, including food delivery
23. Must brush teeth after every meal
24. No desert before dinner
25. No foul language
26. Must pick up toys when finished playing with them
27. No kitty around guests or mentioning to other people
28. No adult conversations around guests or in public
29. No skinny dipping
30. No nudity in the yard
31. No sexual activity outside the bedroom
32. All non-emergencies must be through text while at work
33. Must follow all instructions when told the first time, even outside the house

Rusty's Chores​

• Dishes
• Own laundry
• Maintain cleanliness of own bathroom and bedroom
• Clean any mess made or found
• Dusting if necessary

The final list attached had been an addition he decided to put in after he thought over as many scenarios as he could involving Rusty and his need for attention. He was sure that he would eventually bleed out into his life outside of the house, especially with his involvement with the League of Evil. He needed a contingency plan for the event that he goes anywhere where he works, be it at the college or the League of Heroes. After all, didn't the other villains go there? If they can keep a lid on their identities and not cause a ruckus, then surely he can do the same with Rusty in certain circumstances, but then again, this is Rusty, the clumsy, easily startled, gold-turning, cry baby villain.

Visitation at Daddy's Work Rules​

1. No using aliases
2. No calling me "daddy" around others
3. No discussion about either club activities
4. No kitty or discussion about it
5. Must wear outdoor clothes at all times
6. Must call ahead of time if wanting to visit
7. No costume, period

Robert came back after he watch Rusty put the lists down when he finished reading them. "I do not think these rules will be unreasonable," he spoke before Rusty could. "I may have to add more as we go along, depending on your behavior of course." He cleared his throat again as he managed to find some words to add explanations to some of them. "Of course some of these rules can be suspended after good behavior when you gain more privileges. Such as the bed time. If you are especially good and I do not have work in the morning, you can stay up later. I also thought about some of the things you had said about little play..." He pulled a napkin from his pocket and began to clean up some of the popsicle that had dripped at the corner of his mouth. "During bed time..." He paused for a moment before speaking slowly than he usually does. "I can tuck you in or read you a story. That is something littles will like, right?" He saw the excited look he got before letting out a small smile. "Then I guess I will have to go get some books out of storage unless you know some you want me to read to you."

When Rusty tentatively asked about the skinny dipping Robert blinked at him before tilting his head confused. He knew that Rusty had explored the bulk of the house and gone through some things, especially since his lube had been mysteriously vanishing. But how did he not discover the pool in the back yard? Oh, that's right. "I have a pool." Robert answered. He got a confused look from Rusty before he got up and lead him to the back. He walked along the back patio and entered a code on a box that was along the wall. After a confirm beep, a section of the lawn began to roll back revealing a pool. Since the house sat higher up than the lawn, he had another feature installed at the behest of his husband. After another couple button pushes a small waterfall ran from below the deck into the pool. He could see Rusty get even more excited at the sight of it all. "There is more." He tugged him along the deck that went around the parameter towards the back, tucked away behind large, thick foliage to a hidden pavilion. It was well hidden between the foliage and privacy fence that no one could peek in even from the neighbor's second floor. He reached down and pulled a small box open in the corner and after another button push, the deck opened up into a jacuzzi.

"I never said anything about these because I do not really use them. It was something my ex thought we should have. I was the one that insisted on the covers though. Cannot have anyone accidentally falling in." he put his hand on Rusty's shoulder to prevent him from undressing further. "You need to wear a bathing suit if you are going to get in and I do not want you going in so soon after a nose bleed. You need to keep your body temperature lower, if you get too warm, it may bleed again."

He sealed them both back up and lead Rusty back into the house. As he was looking over the rules again he brought up about what he would want him to wear that he liked. He thought for a moment as he looked over Rusty. He was thin but not too much, skin pale and freckled. Robert gently touched Rusty's body, lifting his chin to look into his green eyes, gently squeezing his arms, feeling his waist, hands trailing down his backside and legs. All the while his eyes looked over him at every angle before he made his way back up, gently groping here and there. He paced around him trying to think of what he would look good in. Sure he was an adult but he still looked so youthful, or was it that anyone younger than him looked youthful? He was around the age of his own son and anyone around that age were children to him, babies if they couldn't drink alcohol. After much mental deliberation, he made his decision. "Ok." He tugged Rusty along as he went through the different closets looking at both his own and his son's spare clothes. He pressed button up shirts and even a couple polos but none seemed to fit, the sleeves were too... long. None of them will do. Next he went through his ties, holding each one by Rusty's face to see if he liked them to either go with his hair or his eyes. He stopped when he found a tie that matched the color of Rusty's and seemed to bring it out more. That is definitely the one.

He blinked when Rusty commented that he had meant something sexy. He blushed a bit at being told that he looked sexy all the time, which was news to him since most people remarked he dressed like an old man even in his youth. He frowned when he was told that he didn't look good in his maroon argyle sweater. "That is my favorite sweater," Robert muttered as he put the green tie down and placed the rest neatly rolled in their respective drawer. He frowned even deeper when Rusty continued about how maroon didn't look good on anyone. Well, that certainly is rude since that happens to be his favorite color and precisely why he picked that particular sweater out for his first day of college back in 1986. A look of sadness came across his face when he was told there was a hole in the neckline on the back. The same hole he has been finding himself patching time and time again for the past five years. It looks like 31 years may be as long as it will live and he hates to let it go. He nodded in agreement with Rusty that he doesn't want others to be looking at his body in tight clothing before telling him to wait there.

It was maybe a half hour before he came back with a few changes of clothes that he had picked for Rusty. It would have been quicker if he didn't have to go into the women's department to find the socks he was looking for, but since Rusty seemed to enjoy women's attire, he supposed he wouldn't mind. It felt dirty buying clothes there himself knowing that they were meant for a man. When he came back he insisted that he dressed Rusty himself, taking his time to undress him. First thing he put on was the white short sleeved button up, then the khaki shorts. He tucked the shirt in neatly and fastened a new leather belt around his waist. The shorts stopped a couple inches above his knees that were left exposed as a he slid on light grey socks that stopped halfway up his calf. He pulled out a box of new loafers and put each shoe on slowly and purposefully before adding the tie that brought out his eyes. He spent a good five minutes making sure his collar and tie was immaculate as well as running his hands through the red hair, tugging a curl here and there. When he stepped back and looked at the new Rusty he smiled. The young man looked so good in his outfit, adorable, perfectly... He bit his lip to halt his thoughts.

He smiled a little when Rusty claimed he looked like a mini him, but it quickly faded when he asked if he was a schoolboy after looking over the outfit. He hadn't thought about that but now that he looks at him, it certainly takes him back to the private school he went to in his youth. He cleared his throat nervously before speaking. "I just thought that his look will suit you. It is..." he paused for a moment in search of the word. "Attractive." He smiled as Rusty suggested going to his work with him dressed in those clothes. He excitedly chattered about how he could be "seen after class" if he was being "naughty" and what school supplies he could have, how exciting it is to go to a college class, as well as questions on how difficult the courses are. "You are such a good boy, I doubt I will have to reprimand you after class. You read the rules, just let me know when you want to come by."

After that they arranged to go to school together and that Robert would make sure that Rusty looked good. He picked up the school supplies such as a backpack, more coloring books, pencil cases and notebooks. It was somewhat embarrassing for him to get the backpack since his boy had suggested him buy a Full Throttle backpack. He was asked if his kid was a fan and all he could do was just nod. He couldn't exactly say he was buying it for his villain lover who enjoyed behaving like a child. The next morning he woke Rusty up and gave him his clothes, helping him tie his tie and making sure his collar was straight and his shirt tucked in properly. After breakfast he drove them to the college listening to Rusty go on excitedly that he gets to spend the whole day with Daddy. It most likely wouldn't be the whole day since he will be on call for hero work but he decided he was going to take a break from his usual patrols so he wouldn't let him down.

When they got to the college the first stop he made was to his office to pick up a few things and then to his lecture hall. The whole time Rusty was glued to his side as he took in the sights that he couldn't afford, or as he put it, "without the soul crushing debt." Robert informed Rusty that he could call him Professor like the rest of his students but sir worked just as well. He smiled as Rusty called him "Professor Daddy" finding it adorable and amusing. When they got to his class, he placed his hand on the small of his back and pointed to a seat in the front. "Go sit in the front so I can keep an eye on you." He watched Rusty practically skip to the seat as the other students began to pile in with their usual self-medicated caffeine rushes. Robert could see them cast curious glances at Rusty since no one had seen him before and it was the middle of the semester. In fact, it was just before midterm prep, no one would join at this time. Robert turned his back and went straight to work mode, writing down recaps on their assigned reading, waiting for the course to start.

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Rusty let his daddy fuss over his nosebleed while he looked a bit dazedly at the long list of rules. It made sense with how much of a control freak that daddy was that he would have so many rules. Most of them Rusty could follow and understand the man's thinking behind them. There were a few that were going to be harder to follow. Having a friend over sounded kind of like a long nightmare when he thought about it since he would have to explain that they were not allowed to be their own representative. They would need a responsible individual to act as a go between with Daddy. Getting anyone else to follow all these rules would be another thing. Rusty paused at the rule about skinny dipping. He thought it was rather obvious he wouldn't be doing that in public but something told him that Robert wasn't talking about public. Daddy asked about tucking in and reading. Rusty perked, "Of course, Daddy. I would love that. Stories are always good." He grinned as the older man talked about getting the books out of stories. That was the best idea ever then he could have older books and his daddy reading to him.

However there was something else that Rusty wanted to bring up. "This rule about skinny dipping makes no sense." Daddy paused a moment before explaining that he had a pool. Where? He followed the older man out the back and waited while the man pressed a few buttons. Sure enough a section of the lawn rolled back to reveal there was indeed a pool under there. Rusty perked and then giggled when he saw the waterfall however his daddy said that there was more. He was a little sad to see the pool go back under the cover but his sadness didn't last long as Daddy showed him the hot tub. Oh my yes. Rusty was ready to jump in. He understood Daddy's thinking and it made sense with the safety conscious man that he had come to know. Rusty was about to start stripping down when his Daddy stopped him. It was a good point that he had no bathing suit. There would be chaffing if he didn't have one. Also another good point that the older man pointed out was that his nosebleed would come back if he got into the hot water. Rusty sighed a little as he watched the water go back under it's protective cover. He would have to explore it another day when he had more time.

Back inside the house Rusty looked over the rules again. There were a lot of restrictions on what he could wear outside of the house. Rusty looked over at Robert a moment before finally voicing his thoughts, "Daddy. I want to be able to look good for you. So....is there something I can wear that you would like and would follow the rules?". Rusty watched as his Daddy felt him over before getting items from his closet and holding them in front of Rusty. Most of them looked a lot like what Daddy would wear. Rusty frowned, "No I mean. Like something you think is sexy....Unless you do think this is sexy. Then by all means Daddy.". He sighed when Daddy called him crude, "It's not crude. I don't have to be skimpy to be sexy. You look sexy all the time daddy..." Rusty paused for a long moment in thought, "Except for that maroon argyle sweater. Please burn that.". Rusty was then informed that that ugly sweater was Daddy's favorite. Well that made a morbid amount of sense since the clothing in questions was a bit faded and had a hole in the neckline. Rusty was all about keeping clothing that you loved but sometimes certain things had to be let go. "Daddy. I'm sorry but it's not very flattering. Maroon does not look good on anyone." Rusty blinked as his daddy gave him a look for that. Well then he must have annoyed the older man with that comment but it was truthful. Maroon wasn't made for either of their complexions since it tended to make people look paler. Rusty scratched his nose and sighed, "Fiiiine. But you should know that there's a hole you need to sew on it in the back by the neckline." He caught a look of sadness cross Daddy's face and Rusty decided it was probably safer to not talk about what was Daddy's favorite sweater. Probably safer for his bottom that way. Rusty shrugged, "But we weren't talking about that sweater of which we shall not name. We were talking about me looking sexy without having cute shorts or cute shirts. Because I assume Daddy doesn't want me to wear tight shirts in public since your rules kind of make that clear. Although I rather like them but since daddy doesn't want to share views of his boy then I suppose I shall live without." Rusty was told to wait as Daddy ran off.

In the thirty minutes that Daddy was gone, Rusty decided to tackle this new fangled phone. He fiddled with the keys and winced when it played music louder than he would have liked. He had finally managed to wrangle the ringtone into something cheery when his Daddy came back. Rusty watched as his Daddy dressed him in a white button up with khaki shorts. He noted that the socks were of a softer material so they were probably from the women's section but that didn't really bother Rusty. Once Daddy had finished fussing Rusty looked himself over. He didn't really feel sexy but Daddy looked so pleased with him. "I look like a mini you." Rusty noted cheerfully before looking over himself more. The more he looked, the more he thought that the outfit reminded him of something else. "So....am I supposed to be a school boy?" The long silence was rather telling and Rusty decided to tease Daddy a little, "I think Daddy wants to take me to work with him. I could be your teacher's pet." Daddy just said that he thought the outfit was attractive. Well Rusty really couldn't see the allure necessarily but it did kind of fit in with his little play so he wasn't complaining. He just thought the outfit choice was rather ironic considering Daddy's profession but he wasn't going to judge. "Alright." Rusty paused a moment in thought, "Would you be offended if I showed up to your college class like this? Oh! I can have school stuff and be a good student except when I'm naughty then you will have to 'see me after class'. I could get a backpack and coloring books and color in your class and look like I'm paying attention. Or maybe I will pay attention.....It's not super hard is it? Cause I never went to college before. Not like I can get a regular job and I can't have money or a bank account to myself." Rusty perked at a sudden thought, "I could be a big kid and go to your college class. Yeah." It would be like doing something normal for his age but at the same time getting to be a little and safe.

They arranged to go to the school together with Rusty asking for a pencil case and a Full Throttle backpack. After all he had to represent. He didn't tell Daddy that of course but the man humored him and had gotten him said backpack and items. The next morning he was treated to Daddy waking him up and dressing him while he was still a little groggy. He perked up with breakfast and was chattering happily in the car by the time they were going to Daddy's work. He tapped his loafers excitedly as he chattered, "I get to spend most of the day with you. I'm so excited Daddy. I get to be a big kid and go to school.....without the soul crushing debt." Rusty paused a moment before deciding it was probably best to ask to clarify on one of the rules, "It's okay to be little as long as I don't call you Daddy right? Is sir okay? Cause calling you Robert feels weird. I know that's probably silly since we are together and that is your name but when I'm little it feels disrespectful to call Daddy by his name." Daddy informed him that he could call him Professor like the other students or sir was fine as well. Rusty giggled, "Professor Daddy." He followed Robert amused until they got to class.

The university was huge. Rusty was glad that he had decided to come with Daddy when he first set off for work. Granted they had to stop by Daddy's office to get things before going into the lecture hall but it was still extremely large compared to all the places he had been before. Rusty was glad when they got to the lecture hall. Daddy ordered him to sit up front and so Rusty took a seat in the front row. He didn't want to take the spot directly in front of Daddy but since Daddy wanted to see him well, he only sat off to the side. Rusty was pulling out his coloring books when fellow students came in. They were curious about him. All looking over at him but none of them talking to him. That was fine. He didn't know that he would find anyone really interested in being his friend anyway. They whispered a little but when Daddy called the class to order they had to be silent. Of course Rusty was still a little bit of a distraction but with midterms next week they quickly ignored him. Rusty on the other hand was happy enough with his coloring. He didn't understand what Daddy was talking about but he had it mostly laid out for people to follow. He often said the words, 'this will be on the test'. Seemed a little like hand holding to Rusty but he noted some of the students were starting to nod off. Oh. Well. He could see where that could happen if you weren't used to it.

Instead of paying any more attention to it and the rather large words and concepts Daddy was spouting, Rusty opened up his brand new coloring book. There were three new books. One had kitties and puppies which was always a win. One had the heroes all inside of it and the last one had cartoon characters in it. Rusty of course chose the heroes one and opened the page up to one of Daddy. In the coloring book it had block letters of Full Throttle telling kids to look both ways before crossing the dangerous streets. Rusty found this rather amusing since the man wore a driving outfit but that was probably why they did it. The other heroes had different safety phrases too. Rusty decided white was boring for Daddy's imaginary suit so he did a dashing black. He softly colored, focusing on the lines and such. He drew little hearts and stars around Daddy's lines like a pulse of happy vibes. He didn't stop his coloring mission of making Daddy look like the most dazzling hero ever until he heard a throat clear. Rusty looked up then cocked his head when Daddy told him to put his name on the page. Okay. Rusty wrote his name at the bottom in flowing cursive, the letter y ending with a heart. He was more than a little amused that his coloring book was taken with the tests and treated like an assignment. Once the papers were graded and handed back, Rusty let out a little giggle at the notes on the page and the grade. It was just like being a student in the class, albeit one that was in art class instead of.... prelaw? Goodness Daddy must be really smart.

Most of the day went about the same. Rusty was happy when they got to got outside again. Daddy had packed a lunch and was going to go eat it in the staff room when Rusty asked if they could please eat outside. He asked if they could make a picnic of it. Daddy fussed a little but he finally relented and got them settled on a blanket with their food laid out. Of course it was more than Rusty could eat but Daddy was always prepared that he would have to go to work so his calorie intake was meant to be ready for that. Plus since it was just Rusty and he knew all about Daddy's super powers, Robert didn't really feel the need to hide it. Rusty chatted away about how exciting the day was when he caught sight of someone familiar. It was an extremely tall Native American man and while their were probably others out there like him. The Demon Owl was such a person. Of course it helped that the man was seven foot tall so it was probably unlikely that this was someone else. Rusty looked back at Daddy and asked politely if he could go and say hi before trotting off.

Rusty slowed down when he came close to the man leaning against the building. He hoped he was right otherwise he was going to look really weird. "Hi Quid! I didn't know you came to college! Or are you waiting on Todd?" Rusty cocked his head when the other man just blankly stared at him. Rusty frowned as he remembered that this was the less talkative half of the couple and he probably didn't know who Rusty was. "Oh right sorry. I'm not usually looking like this when you see me. You're not in your mask but I mean there isn't that many people as tall as you. It kinda stands out. Where is your lap warmer? Is he a college student?" About that time when he asked that he saw a blonde burst forth from the doors. The taller man frowned at the doors but didn't seem to move or answer any of Rusty's questions. This must be Todd.

Todd burst forth from the door of his building as he had raced out of class. He couldn't have missed the last class but he was gun ho on finding that blasted man who was tormenting him and boning his brains out. Quid had left him a note and a few feathers after a few of his tormenting tricks. Todd round the corner of the door when he was greeted by the sight of his large predator. "There you are! I have caught you!" Todd paused as he looked over and saw a redheaded twink. That small man better not be making the moves on his native. There was going to be a land dispute otherwise. "Who are you? Are you flirting with my man? Cause he's taken! Very taken! So taken I promise I will go full on Jerry Springer on anyone's ass." Todd noted Quid looking away. His lover must have thought his threat was funny. He was serious so serious.

Rusty blinked a bit slowly. Yep this was Radical Rayman also known as Todd. There was no missing that fact sine Rusty had never really heard anyone else talk like him. Rusty looked up at Quid before looking at Todd, "I don't think I'm his type and no offense but he doesn't look like he'd be a good daddy. Besides, you know me. Usually I'm in a gold suit and I sat next to you last week. You sat in his lap with that hideous jacket."

Todd growled at that. "It's not ugly. I'll have you know that jacket cost me five bucks." There was a long pause when Todd finally put the pieces of what Rusty was saying together. "Oh.....right. Then I guess I don't have to threaten you off because you already got a man......What the hell do you mean by daddy?"

Rusty was about to answer when he heard his Daddy walk up. The man must have gotten impatient waiting on Rusty. That was fine but it was going to make it a little awkward. Todd then greeted his Daddy buy his last name before asking how it was that Robert knew him. Rusty commented that he had a name but was ignored by the two men. When Daddy asked how it was that Todd knew Rusty, he stuttered over an explanation before Rusty said that Robert knew that he was a super. Todd seemed to understand the implication because he settled with the fact that they had club together. Rusty could tell when his older lover put two and two together because he pulled Rusty close. When Todd himself started freaking out, that was when Quid pulled him close. There was a long awkward moment before Daddy smoothed the waters saying that he was off duty. Rusty was clad since he didn't want to make enemies out of people he had come to like. "It is nice to talk to other supers." Rusty piped up when Daddy talked about not wanting his boy to lose his new friends so soon. Of course he couldn't stop there since he wanted Daddy to know that he was serious about Todd as a friend. "Quid is Todd's responsible person." Rusty was glad that his daddy caught the reference since Todd didn't but Rusty didn't really expect him too.

"If by responsible person you mean the man I am one day going to marry then yes. He is that." Todd made a huff when the taller man was raised an eyebrow at him. "Goodness I didn't mean now. Let's enjoy being together for a while first, Quid."

Rusty clairifed to Daddy that he had meant responsible person like in the rules. However, Rusty slipped up and broke one of the rules. He had called Robert Daddy when he wasn't supposed to. Rusty was scolded and he asked a bit tearfully if he was going to made to go home. Robert didn't get a chance to answer because Todd piped up and realized what Rusty had meant earlier when he had said that Quid wasn't a daddy. Quid agreed to Todd's assessment that no, he wasn't a daddy. Rusty's Daddy however was looking at Quidel in a new light since Todd was talking about how much of an adult he was. Which Todd claimed was one hundred percent but it really wasn't. No one beleved him. Todd and Rusty were shooed to the picnic while the adults talked. Todd was watching intently as the two men talked but Rusty was trying to see if Todd would be at all interested in hanging out with him outside of club. They chatted for a bit before each couple went their separate ways.

Rusty was sent to the corner when they got into the office and while Rusty didn't mind being in the corner too much. He hated that Daddy entertained other students and answered their questions that he had answered in the lecture. Did none of them listen? Rusty couldn't really say anything from his blocked off corner was he was happy when It wasn't punishment time anymore.

 

[Charlie_Death]

Robert waited for the class to start, watching the students file in as he moved towards the door, eyes on his watch. The moment the second hand went over to the 12 signaling the exact second class was going to start he shut the door locking anyone who is tardy out. He doesn't accept tardiness in his class as well as several other rules such as talking, cell phones, leaving without excuse, failure to bring in assignments on time along with a myriad of other rules that made him a "tough grader" and one of the hardest teachers. As he taught he ran through the motions covering what they had recently gone over, placing emphasis on what is going to be next. The rest of the week will be review for the midterms and he didn't have much faith in those who fell asleep. Only the brightest and most motivated passed his courses.

Through out the class he watched Rusty color or listen diligently although he could tell by the expression on his face that he was totally lost. He didn't blame him, he had no understanding on anything or even the subject of the course before he walked in. He suppose he should have explained it to him but he hadn't thought it mattered since he wasn't actually taking the course seriously. He could see the curious gazes of his other students, especially those closest to Rusty who often had curious looks at whatever it was that he was coloring. Halfway through the class he passed out one of the quizzes that was prep for the midterms. It was brief and he would grade and return it while they spent the rest of the course working on the papers that were due by the end of the test. He handed out the quizzes, skipping Rusty but taking note of the page he was coloring. After the time was up for him to collect the quizzes, he stood in front of the one student who didn't hand him a paper. After a moment of staring he cleared his throat, tapping a finger on the page. "Write your name." Once there was a name to the page, not that he needed a name to know who's work it was, he collected it and set it at the bottom of the stack. After all, any and all assignments turned in without a name are automatically thrown out, a punishment a few students learned the hard way, but it is in the syllabus so it wasn't like they were uninformed of the consequences.

After he graded all the quizzes, he paused on Rusty's drawing. Tapping his red pen on the corner of the page he tried to figure out how he could fairly grade such a thing to make Rusty feel included in the class. Looking closely he circled a spot where Rusty colored out of the lines on one of the school children, writing a note in neat, evenly measured cursive different criticisms: "Not enough attention to the rest of the image," "Black is a villain color," "Is this modern art? Or artist interpretation?" "Very stylized and unrealistic." Overall he gave it an A-, rather generous but this wasn't quite his subject matter. Once it was graded he looked at the message and flipped through to look at the other pages. He had picked it up since it seemed like something Rusty would want and followed his theme of sporting Heroes, or rather a particular hero but never took a look past the cover. He raised an eyebrow at some of the odd slogans and questionable images, especially the "connect-the-dot" stranger danger page. Holding the book up so the students couldn't see his hands, he quickly traced it with the cap of a pen, seeing the ghosted image of the red form a loose image of Crypto. He stifled a snicker at the fact that he was behind a bush and tree with the caption of "Is he a friend or foe? If you can't tell right away, play it safe! Stay away!" He would definitely have to bring it up at the next meeting, especially since he barely recalls when their likeness was granted permission to be used in a coloring book.

Each class Rusty colored a different page and it was turned in for a grade. Each one with a similar string of comments although he did vary in the color of his suit. When lunch time rolled around he went along with what Rusty wanted and had a picnic. Like any good prepared citizen, Robert kept emergency supplies in his car, office and home. One such supply was a termal blanket in the trunk for the event of being stranded in the cold. He brought it back to part of the commons that was not clustered with students and laid out their lunches. He ate glad that everyone was too busy scrambling to finish their assignments before midterms to notice just how much he was eating. He normally carefully timed when he ate in public, often keeping one of the calorie bars just in case he had to run off between classes. When Rusty recognized someone he smiled and nodded for him to go. He ate patiently, keeping an eye out on the ginger as he tried to figure out how he knew someone on campus. Was it from his life before? Did he have friends that he was unaware?

Quidel had been leaving little clues to Todd that he was stalking him again, leaving feathers, passing touches, even daring so much as to whisper in his ear as he passed him by. A master of stealth he was, but obviously not enough since someone ran up to him. He didn't recognize the man that ran up to him and raised a brow at his attire. Who dresses like that now a days? He looked like something straight out of a home catalogue of a boy back in the 1950's. While he was distracted trying to figure out when and where he met this ginger in his antiquated attire, the person he had been stalking managed to spot him prematurely. He just let out a sigh and watched Todd react aggressively to the ginger, as if Quidel even had attraction to men besides Todd. He looked away, hiding the cracking of a grin behind his hand at Todd's Jerry Springer threats. He could just see him attacking the other ginger screaming trash tv stereotypical insults to the jeering crowd of his coeds. It was rather amusing. When he looked up he saw an older man walk towards them.

Robert saw the aggressive stance the blond made towards his boy and he fought back his urge to run over and protect him. He was constrained in using his power in the eyes of those who know him, so instead he walked over. As he got closer he recognized the blond and the outdated jacket of his. He had substituted for one of the philosophy professors when he was out from heat exhaustion due to the old building retaining too much heat after one of Radical Rayman's attacks. Todd Williams was an interesting, if overly eccentric, individual. He often got carried away and had odd ball ideas on how to problem solve philosophical ideas. What was more important was he had to figure out how they knew each other. It was obvious at the start that they somewhat knew them but wasn't easily recognizable. That could only mean that when they had met before it was under an alias or some form of anonymity... perhaps masks...

When he got the answer of "club" the very same term he refers to the League of Evil, he pulled Rusty close as if he was in danger. Sure he sent him to spend time with other villains to get to know them and make friends, but that doesn't mean that he trusts them. He watched as the taller man made a similar protective movement in front of Todd. For a long moment, Robert and Quidel silently sized each other up and their protective stances. It was clear that they both wanted to protect their respective partners, so Robert took the initiative to ease the tension by raising a passive hand and saying, "I am off duty. I keep work and... personal life separate. I would not want to have my boy lose his new friends so soon." After a moment the two eased off as Robert gave an understanding nod to Rusty when he described 'Quid' as Todd's responsible person. So Todd was someone that Rusty was already close to, which further solidified that he was Radical Rayman and from what he heard of the relationships in the Leagues, his partner must be the Demonic Owl. Well, the man certainly had an imposing figure.

Robert's eyes got wide and he looked between the two villains when he was outed as "Daddy" before looking at the other students. No one seemed to take notice or care so he eased up. He chastised Rusty for breaking the rules and settled on punishing him later. It wasn't going to be too harsh of a punishment since he was sure that the other villains will know their relationship since they were already aware of each other's. Especially since one of the prerequisites to join was that they had to be in a committed relationship. After another moment of sizing each other up, Robert told them that he wanted to talk to the native man in private. Once the two twinks were out of earshot, Robert held out his hand and introduced himself.

"Robert Clifford."

Quidel stared at Robert's outstretched hand before taking it and shaking it firmly, returning the introduction. "Quidel Cassini."

"Interesting name, Italian?" Robert asked, curious since the man didn't look like he came from Europe, but he didn't want to broach the topic. It was rude after all, however, he was given the one word answer that he was adopted, which explained the age and concluded the small talk. After a moment of silence to see if there was anything else that he was going to add, Robert continued. "I see. You are also a member of the club are you not?" Quidel nodded in response after a moment. There was another moment of brief silence before Robert once again had to bridge the gap of conversation. "I see. How would you characterize your partner Mr. Williams?"

There was a long pause as Quidel tried to figure out where that question came from and what this hero had an interest in him, especially since he had caught and released him just over a month ago. "Why?"


Robert drummed his fingers on his crossed arms for a moment as he thought over just how he was going to explain the sleep over arrangements. He didn't think he would want to do it so soon, but he wanted to get all the information ahead of time so he wouldn't be scrambling last minute. "Me and Rusty have an odd sort of arrangement. He seems quite excited to have made new friends and has made suggestions of having such friends come over. You can understand my hesitancy in such matters given my place of employment."

Quidel nodded in understanding. He may be a villain by choice because he finds terrorizing people, especially PETA, entertaining it wasn't exactly normal for the two sides to intermingle. Sex was one thing, but to make friendships? It seemed odd and muddied the waters quite a bit. He tucked his hands in his pockets and thought about how he can quickly sum up his eccentric ball of static. "Todd is odd."

"I am aware, I have had him in a class before. Quite eccentric."

"Exactly." Quid hid his face as he stifled a smile at just how peculiar he is. He listened to the ambient noise of the campus as another pause sat between them. It didn't get past him that Robert was waiting to see if he was finished speaking. He didn't feel rushed to get a word in or to piece his thoughts together, refreshing from his times around the mile an hour chatterbox he calls a boyfriend. "His more eccentric interests come out more around me. Other than that, he is focused and childish." He looked towards their two subs, nodding towards the redheaded one. "Like him."

"Would I have problems with him?"

"Yes... and no... He is a handful. More so with his...." He paused for a moment, not wanting to speak out where someone could overhear, so instead he made a gun with his fingers, wiggling his thumb as if he was firing it. Robert caught on and nodded.

"I will not allow that in my home. Rusty is dangerous enough to my possessions." Quidel raised an eyebrow not understanding how the Richer could be considered "dangerous". After a patient pause for clarification, Robert continued. "He has frequent accidents in which I need furniture replaced. They pay for themselves but Mr. Williams..." Robert looked over at Todd warily. Sure, he could replace anything that was destroyed but when the Richer was involved he had more money in his pocket but with Radical Rayman, it would be completely lost and unrecognizable.

"No unmelting."

"Precisely." Robert checks his watch and realized that at the slow pace their conversation is going that it would be easy to lose track of time. He asked a few questions such as how Quidel will handle Todd if he causes trouble and other details that he would need. After the brief conversation of which both were satisfied for not feeling rushed they exchanged contact numbers. It felt odd for Robert to find someone on the other side that he can connect with, understand and respect. Quidel felt the same amount of respect that he was receiving from the older gentleman. "I must warn you that I do have certain rules in my home and will be monitoring the two so that there are no problems... but you can only prepare for so much. It was good speaking with you, despite our moral differences."

"Same."

The pair shook hands once more and walked back towards their respective lovers. "It is almost time for my next lecture. Get ready and you, young man, do not be late to your next course." Robert pointed at Todd repeatedly for emphasis as he gave him a stern look. "I will not cover for you should you decide to use me as an excuse for your tardiness." After that they parted and he finished up his last class. He still had scheduled meetings for his office hours to attend to so they couldn't go home right away. As punishment for calling him Daddy on campus, he made Rusty sit in a corner. He was under strict orders to not say a word when there were students in his office, which he followed. Each meeting started roughly the same. The student would walk in, set their bags down, cast a curious look at Rusty's dejected form pushed into a corner, start to ask a question with the point of a finger before receiving "the look" and moving on with their meeting. Most of it was asking which parts were on the midterm, all of which was outlined in class, tips and criticism on their papers and how they can improve, and the possibility of extending deadlines of which the answer is a resounding, 'No.' Between each student, Rusty would whine and mutter a thousand apologies finding new ways to say he was sorry, he didn't mean to, it won't happen again, etc. Once he was done, he packed his notes to create the study guide that a lot of his students ask for before any test. It never hurts to have a quick reference in case they need to come back to it later. He placed a hand on his shoulder and told him his punishment was over. They walked back to the car and he held it open for him. As he drove them back his eyes kept drifting over to Rusty and he found himself staring at every red light.

Despite the punishment earlier, Rusty was excited about having gone. He clicked his shoes together and hugged his bag as he talked about it all excitedly. What he was saying, Robert didn't quite catch, his eyes were too distracted with how high the shorts rode up his legs when he sat down. He had noticed it in class too and spent more time wandering during his lecture so he can catch a glance of those even toned legs. There were a couple times they caught each other's eyes and the green stood out so much more with the tie. Once he parked in the garage he didn't get out right away and instead ended up looking at Rusty's surprisingly pale legs. His hand hovered over his leg for a moment before he pulled it away and pried his eyes off of the tempting flesh. He cleared his throat as he turned off the car and looked away, his heart jumping when Rusty told him in his little voice that he could touch him. He was all his to touch. He looked back at him for a moment before gently placing a hand on his knee. Slowly he brushed it up his leg, feeling the curves of his body and watching his fingers disappear up the shorts. He felt the discomfort of his pants growing tighter and his faster breathing the further he went. It was hard for him to pull away, but he did, without a word.

He wanted to touch with his other hand, to watch them disappear under those clothes, to feel every inch of that body that seemed to lack a real tan line or even a tan for someone who regularly sunbathes. Was it because he is a ginger that he doesn't color well besides getting pink? His mind drifted to how his cheeks would pinken just a little more than the rest of his body, or how his red hair seemed to glow in the sunshine. How it was the same shade of pink from when he had spanked him. He could feel the memory of the sting on his palms and the images of him holding Rusty down, having his way with him... and even in positions that he doesn't quite like to venture into. His eyes drifted over to his boy that was rocking on his heels, holding his bag behind his back. His shorts were still slightly ridden up one side and a stubborn curl hung low on his forehead, touching his brow. He looked on the edge of being unkempt by his standards and he felt the urge to make him even more so. He snapped out of it when Rusty said he was thinking awfully hard and staring at him the same way he does when he is sunbathing. The older man looked away, clearing his throat nervously and feeling his face heat up. He didn't know that Rusty wasn't always napping when he came home. He seemed to peaceful with his eyes shut, sprawled out on the floor, fitting perfectly in the sunny box from the window. "You noticed. I was hoping I was more... discreet." He looked back when he heard the comment that his staring made him feel sexy. "You do? I thought you said you didn't feel... that way in such attire..." He felt his face warm again when Rusty explained that it was how hard he was staring at him. Robert nearly jumped when the ginger haired boy claimed that he looked like he was thinking of making a mess of him. Those words couldn't have been more spot on.

He rubbed his neck as he thought a mile a minute, debating on if he really should. It was already established that Rusty found him attractive, that Robert found him to be attractive. He was more so, he was someone he could dote on and take care of in ways that people found overbearing, yet enjoyed every minute of it. He even looked delicious in clothes that seemed too small or too young for him. He never liked exhibitionists because they seemed to lack morals but here was one such person who was polite, did as he was told, listened, and had the same interests. There was something about his body that made him feel young, alive, almost... hormonal? Sex, back when he did get it, was something that, like all things in his life, had a set time and place for, but with Rusty he felt his mind drift into the gutter more than he wanted. "You are mine? To touch any way I want?" He asked, biting his lip to fight back any apprehension of breaking his own routines. He let out a sigh as his boy informed him that he could but only if he allowed him to touch him in return. It was Rusty's fault that his body was so tempting that he didn't even really care when he got sexual attention, though he found himself losing it once he gets a taste. Or was it his parent's fault for giving him the best genes to produce such looks? It didn't matter. What mattered was that he told him to go to his room and although he spoke it heavier than he ordinarily would, his boy was excited knowing that heavy touching was coming up. He smiled when Rusty commenting about how impressive his thighs were, to which he remarked, "You should see my calves." Which was silly since he would have noticed those if he saw his thighs. Rusty went on about how he lamented that he wasn't "bootylicious." Robert didn't even know if he could hold back if he made those cute cheeks any plusher. They may not be the most impressive but they fit his body well. "I think your body looks fine... more than." He cleared his throat and looked away.

When they got back to the room they made more small talk about how his "first day at school" went and chatted over his "assignments." While they were talking, Robert held him close by his hips before gently tracing his ears, jaw and neck. His touching was slow as he loosened his tie and undone the top button on his shirt. When the question on if Robert enjoyed him being there in his class, there was only one word that came to mind. "Distracting," after a pause he muttered, "Very much so." He finished unbuttoning his shirt and ran his hands across his chest before starting on his belt. He hesitated realizing that he was getting ahead of himself. Rusty wanted to know what he was thinking about while he was staring at him. Was it ok to tell him? He didn't even want to revisit the thoughts he had but he was receiving such an eager look and smile from Rusty, he couldn't let down his boy. He leaned back against the bed and looked Rusty up and down. He really enjoys seeing him in that outfit and he doesn't want him back in his birthday suit just yet. He sped off to his room returning with the last condom and the remainder of their lube. "Take off your shorts... Just the shorts." He watched as Rusty slowly stripped out of his shorts and underwear, one at a time, swaying his hips. He could feel his pants tighten at the sight. He could watch him remove everything all day long, but he wouldn't tell him that. Something told him that Rusty would oblige that request. He undressed fully and handed Rusty the last condom, letting him know it was the last as he put it on him. Rusty wanted to go for more than one round which meant if he got his wish, he would have to wash him to make sure he is no longer the dirty boy he wants to be.

"You are such a good boy..." Robert muttered as he gently pushed Rusty onto the bed, spreading his legs as he got between them. He stared at Rusty as he was propped up on his elbows, shirt open, hanging off of one shoulder, loose tie hiding one of his nipples. He used the lube to test how loose he was before pressing into him slowly. "My good boy..." He rocked his hips into him slowly. "Listening so well in class... Getting good grades... My star pupil..." He picked up the pace as he wrapped his arms around Rusty. He could feel Rusty's hands run against the muscles of his back and arms. Every time he was called Daddy in those sweet moans of his, his pace quickened. His voice sounded so loud in his ear. He kissed up his neck and made his way to Rusty's mouth for a deep kiss. When he tried to pull back, the ginger wouldn't let go. He leaned further back enough he lost his balance with Rusty clinging to him so tight. When he opened his mouth to say something, Rusty began to move his hips as he began to ride him.

Robert didn't like "sex" because it is dirty, degrading and impersonal, so every time he was intimate with another that is what it was: intimacy. But with Rusty it is different. He didn't want that. He wanted the closeness that came from making love but he wanted to tread down a dangerous path, full speed with blind folds. A path of the crude, obscene and dirty. He never explored much in bed, nor cared to. Anything besides missionary was deviant, for perverts. If something worked, why change it? Yet here he was, arms wrapped tightly around a twink half his age as he impaled himself on his cock, moaning loudly.

"Rusty..." Robert panted as he grabbed his hips and tried to reposition himself. He was close, too close. "Stop... Please...." He let out a deep moan as he thrust upwards into him as he climaxed. When he was finally pulled away from Rusty he saw that the bear had fallen off the bed. He pulled away to pick it up and hand it back to Rusty before removing the condom that was noticeably leaking having torn in the process. He frowned as he tried to keep it from leaking everywhere. "I am sorry. It broke..." His eyes dropped between Rusty's legs and saw some of his cum leaking from his stretched hole. He gulped as he felt himself get excited at the sight of Rusty, clothes ruffled, face flushed, panting and leaking fluids with his own cum on his stomach. He pulled his legs apart further and began to press his knees towards his chest, eyes fixated on the gaping and leaking orifice. "You wanted to be dirty..." He muttered as he looked up at him as he stood on one knee, repositioning himself. 'And dirty we will be...' he thought to himself as he thrust into him into a single motion. He wanted to look down at him, to see not just his flushed body below him but all of him, his face, chest, erect cock and the grey women's socks he was wearing. At first the thrusts were awkward as he tried to work out the logistics in his mind. Once he got a rhythm going, he picked up the pace, listening to Rusty's moan ring off the walls and echo into the hallway. It was so wrong, so dirty. Could the neighbors hear? Or anyone at the front door? Something about it made him want more. He thrust faster, pushing his legs back. Suddenly he couldn't tell what was reality and what was his fantasy anymore. He didn't even realize the words that were coming out of his mouth. "Tell Daddy how good it feels. Do you like this?" He held onto the headboard for balance as he thrust as fast as he dared. He wanted to hear more of that sweet, dirty voice.

 

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Daddy was staring awful hard. Rusty happily tapped his loafers and chatted about how exciting his first day was and how different everything was at the college. He supposed there was a reason that people often said it was cut off from the rest of the world. Rusty silenced himself when his Daddy placed his hand on his knee. It was different than his normal touches and the way that the man was looking at him told Rusty very plainly the reason why. Daddy wanted to dirty his boy all up. Rusty watched interested as his older lover's hand hovered over him before ultimately pulling back. That wouldn't do. Rusty liked being admired and touched. Attention was something he thrived on and a big part of why it worked so well with Robert. The man heavily dotted and gave attention to Rusty. Rusty spoke up, "You can touch me all you want to, Daddy. I am all yours." Daddy seemed to take that as the encouragement that it was and slowly slid his hand onto Rusty's knee and up his shorts. He stopped but not before Rusty noted that his breathing was a bit heavier. Well then that answered that. Daddy was really wanting to dirty up his boy.

It didn't take long before Daddy was back to staring. Rusty was rocking on his heels waiting for Daddy to finished his coming home routine before he noted the man's staring with a smile, "Daddy you are thinking awful hard over there." He waited for his Daddy to reply before continuing. "I think Daddy is staring at me like he does when I'm sunbathing and he thinks I'm not noticing." His Daddy apologized before admitting he didn't think that Rusty noticed him. He was missing the point though of why Rusty was pointing this out. "I like it when you stare so hard at me. It makes me feel sexy and stuff." Daddy asked him why that was so since he said he didn't feel sexy in these types of clothing. Silly Daddy the clothing wasn't the reason he felt that way. So Rusty had to tell his silly daddy all about that. "The clothes aren't what is making me feel attractive Daddy. I could be in a potato sack and feel sexy with how hard you're staring." Rusty scratched his nose a moment in thought, "I like feeling like Daddy is thinking hard about making me a mess." He watched his Daddy flush and rub the back of his neck. Ahh, that was a tell that Rusty was on the right track. So the man had been thinking about making his boy a mess. That was so naughty. Silly Daddy should know that Rusty was always game for taking his sexy Daddy to bed. Rusty was asked once more if he was really all for Daddy to touch. Rusty purred, "Of course Daddy, but sometimes you have to let me touch too. Daddy is very impressive too. You get so focused on me that you haven't let me touch all those running muscles." Rusty pouted a little, "I like being the center of attention but Daddy is sexy too. You're thighs are most impressive and sometimes I just wanna squeeze them a little." He would have to remind Daddy of that he was sure since the man was more a giver than a taker. That wasn't a bad thing since Rusty was a bit of a selfish creature when it came to attention. Today however was different than how they normally had sex. Well, Rusty assumed what would be normal for Daddy since he didn't exactly have a big pool of experience with the older man to pull from. Daddy told Rusty to go to his room but that didn't slow Rusty's excitement any. After all he was told that he should see Daddy's calves if he thought that his thighs were impressive. Rusty was not as impressive. Oh sure he was a pretty twink but Rusty wanted to look a bit better in places too. Rusty admitted he wished that he was more bootylicious but Daddy said his body was fine. Which was nice to hear but Rusty still wished he had a bigger butt.

When they got to the room Rusty was asked how his first day went. Rusty couldn't help himself. He was excited to talk about it again. He talked about how fun it was to be normal. He told Daddy that he felt a little dumb not understanding a word Daddy was saying but that was okay because he wasn't going to be a big law major like Daddy. However he did have to tease Daddy about the comments that he left on Rusty's pictures. Didn't Daddy like the stars and hearts radiating from him? What made the color black a villain color? Radical Rayman after all wore bright garish colors but was still a villain. Rusty wore gold when he had done villainous deeds. They talked a moment before Rusty had to ask what it was that Daddy had been thinking about so hard. Daddy didn't answer but Rusty was ordered to take off his shorts. Okay, Daddy. He would take off his shorts. He would take off his shorts in a way that was akin to a strip tease since Daddy was staring so hard. With one smooth and slow motion he slid off his shorts and undies all while lamating that this was the very reason he needed sexy undies. His Daddy was curiously silent about that fact and since he wasn't protesting Rusty wondered if perhaps he could find a way to do some online shopping. That was for another time however. Daddy was Rusty's focus now. Rusty purred that he wanted to be Daddy's dirty boy. Rusty was ordered to put a condom onto Daddy's cock. Which Rusty was more than happy to do in one slow stroke. After all, Daddy wasn't the largest he had ever seen but Rusty was not a size queen in that regard. No, he would probably never comment to Daddy but Daddy was one of the most satisfyingly thickest cocks he had ever had.

Daddy was being very sexy today. Of course Daddy was usually sexy but today he was very much so. He crooned into Rusty's ear as he pushed him back onto the bed. It felt like Daddy was more focused than normal, that his desire was palatable in the air. Perhaps Rusty was being silly but he never really felt so desired as he did then. It pleased Rusty endlessly that Daddy was telling him was a good boy he had been. Daddy crooned about lowly into Rusty's ear that he had listened in class and that he was Daddy's star pupil. Rusty kind of disagreed since he had no idea what it was that Daddy had been talking about in class but he hadn't needed caffeine like those other losers so that made Rusty golden he guessed. Rusty clung to Daddy's back, holding onto the man and feeling along his muscles until somehow it was that they got toppled over. Well, Rusty could work with this. He was more than happy to ride that rod cowboy style. Rusty moaned out Daddy's name, working himself over that lovely cock. Whatever it was that his Daddy was thinking while he watched Rusty, it wasn't something that was making him want to stop Rusty. Which was good because Rusty wasn't going to stop now. The ginger ignored the pleas to stop for a minute before he felt the older man climax inside of him. The condom must have broken because he felt the semen inside of his body. Daddy picked up Rupert the teddy off of the floor and handed him to Rusty. That must have been what Daddy was wanting Rusty to stop for since he wasn't lecturing Rusty about not stopping. That was very sweet of Daddy and Rusty made a happy purr for Daddy's thoughtfulness before putting Rupert on the safety of Rusty's night stand. He politely said thank you and wondered if Daddy was going to do a second round or not.

Daddy apologized for the condom breaking, which wasn't really something that Rusty cared about. Rusty didn't mind the mess that Daddy made as long as Daddy and Rusty had fun making it. In fact if he knew he wasn't going to get glared at he would tell Daddy that they didn't need condoms. It wasn't like Daddy was a morph and could give him an oopsie baby. Also, super immune systems didn't really catch diseases other than the flu and the common cold. The only thing it effected was clean up and Daddy didn't seem to mind cleaning up after their mess. Daddy commented that Rusty had wanted to be dirty and proceeded to get distracted by Rusty's hole. It was good to know Rusty found himself folded in half, his whole body on display as his Daddy fucked him. Rusty moaned, trying hard to focus until he got through the fog of pleasure to try and follow Daddy's orders. "I love your penis Daddy. It fills me all the way up and rubs me on my wowie spot." Rusty panted as he held his legs back for Daddy. The position wasn't painful but he was far more flexible than most men were. "So good Daddy, make me all dirty with your love juice." He tried to follow Daddy's order as best he could. However the longer it went on the more he felt his brain was blanking out while it climbed to climax. It probably didn't take long with Rusty's screams and moans of pleasure that he came once more. Of course to the ginger in question it seemed like longer but that could have been from the focus of Daddy's lovemaking.

Once that focus was broken however, Daddy was very distraught. Rusty blinked at him a bit blankly taking a moment to clear the fog of orgasm, before a smug smile started to cross his face. He had made Daddy lose control. He had made Daddy want him so much that he hadn't been paying attention to just how much attention he was giving Rusty or with how much force. The apologies finally stopped when Daddy realized his boy was not in fact listening to his apologies but instead basking in the win that was getting Daddy to lose himself in the moment. Once Daddy noticed Rusty's smugness, Rusty found himself faced with a serious frown. Like that had ever stopped Rusty from basking in the moment before. Daddy made Rusty turn over so he could 'inspect the damage'. He didn't listen when Rusty told him plainly that there was no damage but since he was flipped over anyway.... perhaps this was his chance to get another round from Daddy? Rusty waved his ass in front of Daddy's face, grinning to himself when he heard Daddy start fussing. After all if the man was going to be that close to Rusty's business end he should be doing dirty business to it. Daddy however seemed to disagree with Rusty's thought and he told Rusty that if Rusty didn't stop he was going to get his butt spanked. Silly Daddy Rusty wasn't against getting his butt spanked, they always had sex after no matter how grievous the crime was that Rusty had done to get the spanking. Daddy of course was not one to take the silent sass that Rusty had been giving him by continuing to wave his ass in Daddy's face and fulfilled his promise to spanked Rusty. Lusty moans erupted from the ginger as he found himself spanked. Daddy was saying something and probably something that the ginger should be listening too but Rusty wasn't really paying attention. Instead once the spanking was over Rusty proceeded to be the spoilt brat he was and once more waved his ass in the man's face.

Rusty was of course happily surprised when he once more found himself being loved by Daddy's affections. It also didn't hurt at all to have Daddy's lovely dick once more pressing into his wowie spot in what would have been called doggie style by most people's standards. Rusty personally preferred to call it kitty style since he was after all of the feline persuasion and not a dog. Rusty moaned and encouraged his daddy to fuck him harder. Of course it was against the rules use those words but he didn't mind the light spankings that the older man was giving him when Rusty told him to please fuck his boy harder. He was at least being polite about it. Since they had had two rounds of sex before and Rusty was not a super with the power of stamina, Rusty didn't last long. Neither it seemed did Daddy since Rusty found himself filled again. Rusty purred happily, "You did keep your promise to make me a dirty boy, Daddy." Once more when Daddy collected his wits that had been scattered all over the place, he started fussing. It was more than normal but that mad sense with how much activity they had done. It still made Rusty think that Daddy was so weird. He would always protest about using his boy roughly but really seemed to like it when it was happening. Once Rusty found his bones and muscles in his control once more they moved into the bathroom so Daddy could clean Rusty in the bubble bath.

Rusty played in the water and grinned while his daddy was fussing in the tub with him. The older man was checking Rusty all over while he splashed and played with the empty bottles that had become his toys over his time with Daddy. Once it seemed that Rusty was to his daddy's standards of clean and healthy they exited the bath. While Daddy was drying off Rusty with the large fluffy towels they kept in the bathroom, Daddy warned him that this next week was midterms. That meant that Daddy was going to neglect him some while he graded and tested all the students that he was teaching. Rusty wished that Daddy had warned him more. The next week sucked.

A few days after the incident of the three orgasms. Jacob Sanders was....experimenting. Namely with his main subject that he had experimenting over the course of ten years and some change. It was a long experiment that was seeking to find the answer on how much his fussy, porcupine of a husband would put up with his messing up before his grumbling turned real. He had yet to find an answer since a large portion of his make out session and half hearted heavy petting session was Jacob getting distracted by all the heightened senses his pregnancy was giving him. Mainly Travis smelled really good and looked very attractive especially when he was nicely done up in civilian clothing. Not that he didn't look good in his magician outfit but the man slayed it in some nicely done clothing. Jacob of course had started the experiment strongly with many sex sessions over the last night being poured over into the morning. He had pounced many times and while his husband was fussy he was no more so than usual and allowed for in-between cuddle sessions when Jacob was feeling less seductive or aroused. Sometimes he just thought that his husband was incredibly sexy and needed to be marked in case someone decided to look at him like a potential mate. Jacob moaned as he felt his husband slip his hands into his pants before using those clever fingers to slide into his hole. However, once Travis felt the natural lubricant that was not Jacob's new normal when he got horny. Being the drama queen of the relationship Travis quickly pulling his hand back and wiped the secretion on his own pants before fussing up a storm. Jacob sighed, his porcupine was not adjusting to the change of Jacob's modification well. Oh well, like everything else that came with taming his magical villain of commitment issues, time and pleasant reinforcement would help change that.

Jacob opened his mouth a moment before he heard the desk bell and a very prominent throat clearing. Knowing only one person who would do that, Jacob righted himself before walking out into the reception area. Jacob snickered a little when he saw his huffy husband righting himself. Jacob walked up to Robert instead and greeted the man cordially before asking what it was he could do for the man. It wasn't time for his normal health screening and Robert was rarely one to get sick so Jacob wondered if this perhaps had something to do with the border/lover that Robert had taken on. Robert noted Travis's grumpy rumpled attire but he made no real comment about it and simply told Jacob he wanted an appointment now. Even more curious since Jacob knew that the other man wouldn't make an appointment spontaneously. He felt Travis perk beside him and he knew his husband was thinking the same. Well he would have to nix the man's plans to listen since he doubted this was something Robert wanted shared. "Alright. I am clear for the next hour if that works. If you will go into room two we can discuss your issue." Jacob watched Robert go to the room before turning back to his husband and pouting, "I know you want to know all the latest gossip beloved but in our haste to leave this morning... I forgot to pack lunch. Since it was your fault for making us late...." Jacob grinned. They both knew it was Jacob's fault for making them late but Jacob would never admit to it. After all it had been Travis all naked and sprawled out on the cough in a lovely display of manliness and snark that had gotten Jacob truly distracted when he should have been packing their lunches and getting ready for work. Still however, Jacob couldn't help the grin that crossed his face when Travis glared at him, "Darling I wasn't the one who was naked on the couch now was I? That was you. How was I to resist that? Anyway. The baby wants steak. Well done juicy steak. Would you go find me a good steak? One that meets your high standards should work fine." He handed over his debit card to the shared account they had. Travis didn't like to keep too many things on him so Jacob usually worried about keeping their cards and such with him. Besides, he was the one that made all the legal money and it did make sense his beloved didn't want to lose something with his name on it. Jacob rolled his eyes at the look on Travis's face, "It will take a bit but I promise you won't miss anything exciting." Travis firmly disagreed but with some grumbling about how he probably was missing something exciting he went out of the clinic. Jacob blew a kiss and told him he loved him before turning to his next task.

"Alright I have sent my husband on a steak finding mission that should take him a good hour if he's lucky. What can I do for you today?" Jacob walked into the patient room and looked at his chart before looking up at Robert. The sad part was he was right that it would take Travis a good part of an hour before he would be back. The man was very picky about what he deemed was quality enough and had only become more so since Jacob had gotten pregnant. He wouldn't even disintegrate with the food because it might ruin the quality of the food. Jacob loved the man but honestly sometimes he was far to serious for his own good. However it was helpful for getting him out of the clinic for a while and on the bonus.....baby Sanders really wanted steak. Jacob could almost taste it. Focusing back on the task at hand he listened to his patient talk about his concerns....vaguely and very quietly. It was even stranger since Robert was mostly frank about everything that came to his health. So when Robert was vague about 'changes to his performance Jacob's brain went to the bedroom. That could have also been because of hormones but he was fairly sure he was right. "Alright, I'm going to take a stab in the dark and say that this is home related and not work related." Jacob sat down a moment and looked over the chart, nothing in Robert's past vitals were concerning. "Sorry I have been getting tired more easily on my feet." It was unprofessional to sit right away but baby Sanders was murder on his feet. Once Robert confirmed that this was a home and not a work related concern, Jacob hefted himself back up. "I'll take your stats and see if there's anything abnormal. Also helps if everything is normal to have a good baseline for me when something is off." Jacob had probably given this spel a few times before but it always helped to focus his mind. Using the blood pressure cuff he took Robert's blood pressure, which was always interesting and then moved onto listening to his heart. Jacob was well used to the odd hum that was Robert's heart beat. The man had been injured before Jacob had become the sole primary doctor for the supers so he wasn't sure how high of a heartrate the man had but it had to be insane. Of course part of Jacob was curious if Robert had a second heart since sometimes he could differentiate between the beats. Lately in his normal check up routine he checked the older man's ears, eyes and throat. There was nothing out of the ordinary there either. "Alright all normal." Jacob looked down at his chart and made doubly sure that the numbers were normal and they feel well within average. "Yup normal for you. Now would you mind telling me the....nature of your concerns?" What began next was an odd amount of hesitation and pauses before Robert finally admitted he had a new partner.

Oh. Well then this was going right down the line of where Jacob's hormonal brain had gone before. Jacob fidgeted a little since his brain was going to the gutter and it was not exactly where it needed to be here. Who knew if Robert was really meaning what Jacob thought. "I know of your new partner. His name is Rusty, yes? I have some connections to the League of Evil as well as the League of Heroes." Connections, more like married to thing two of the bitchy twosome that ran the League of Evil. Jacob wasn't sure what made the League of Evil so evil since they never got anything done. However he often wondered that about the heroes so it was only fair he supposed. "Does this have to do with performance in the bedroom?" Jacob wouldn't be surprised either way this went but Robert's health was leaning towards being too good at performing than needing a blue pill. Robert started and stopped and stuttered here and there but Jacob finally got another part of the story. The last time Robert had sex with Rusty he had not been himself and it had been usual. Not much to go on so Jacob had to prompt the man more. "How so?" Jacob cocked his head and once more he listened patiently as Robert pushed through uncomfortable pauses and stuttering before he explained he had been too aroused and was afraid he would hurt Rusty.

"Well, Robert. That is a valid concern. It would be easy to lose control and hurt someone however, I don't see you doing that. Was there pain for either you or your partner?" Jacob set aside his chart a moment and paused when he noticed that Robert had an interesting look on his face. Did he look a little guilty? Oh. He was probably one of the many supers who played games in the bedroom. "I mean a bad pain. Something that isn't expected or wanted." That seemed to relax the older man. It also seemed to help that Jacob wasn't just brushing his concerns off. Jacob wasn't an idiot. He knew super speed could be very harmful if Robert lost all control but that wasn't something that Jacob could see really happening. The man had far too much control. Jacob tapped his chin in thought before asking, "Can I be a bit brutally honest?" Robert nodded looking very serious and concerned. Well Jacob hoped he could help with some of that. Jacob leaned forward, "I think you were depressed and downtrodden a long time. I believe that this new relationship has put you in a place with more arousal and sexual pleasure because you are with someone who is younger but...…. from the bits and pieces I have gathered, not really after your money. Just you." Jacob paused, since this was more speculation than totally science. He knew Robert long enough to have some idea of what was going on though. "I don't think this is a bad thing. And if you aren't experiencing any damage or pain that wasn't intended then go for it."

Priapism. After Jacob's little speech, Robert expressed that he thought he had priaprism because he had climaxed three times in a row. Or maybe it was had sex three times in a row? He had been a little vague on that last bit. Jacob blinked in stunned surprise. Not only was his most reliable patient self diagnosing but he was brushing off the fact that Jacob had told him he was normal. Okay then perhaps a different tactic? "You're a bit old for that condition, Robert. That is usually experienced by men in their thirties. But both known causes of priapism are not known to go down just with sex. Priapism is a blood flow problem." Jacob couldn't help the smirk that came across his face as he bluntly delivered his diagnosis, "Your problem I'm afraid is much worse. You have a young lover who wants your body and is pushing all your buttons." Robert was startled by the diagnosis that he was in fact normal. He rubbed his hands across his face and leaned forward as continued that he had never been so stimulated before. Jacob nodded, he understood but still the man was normal. "Yes Robert, I'm afraid this is normal. You are going through the 'honey moon' period of the relationship. It should simmer down a little when the relationship reaches an easy level but for right now it is too new and shiny." Of course Robert had to ask how long it would take to get out of the honeymoon period. Jacob shrugged, "Usually six months to a year. You shouldn't completely stop all stimulation but you should reach a nice compromise then. However it took two years for Travis and I to get out of the honeymoon stage. He made me work far harder than most people though so don't expect that." Jacob paused, perhaps this was a time to bring up some of the rumors that had floated around the league after Robert's divorce, "Forgive me for being nosey but some of the rumors your ahem....charming....ex spread about is that you would only have scheduled sex once a week. If this is true then I hope you don't expect your current relationship to go to that. That doesn't sound like a healthy relationship at all." Not only that Jacob didn't agree with the cheating but it sounded like a miserable marriage if there was sex only once a week. Sex wasn't supposed to be a chore. Goodness Robert's logic scared Jacob sometimes.

Robert had froze when Jacob brought up the rumors but admitted that yes they were true before going to explain his reasoning. Which seemed to only be that 'It was frequent enough and had its set time and place so that it was regular.' Jacob was a little horrified inside since he rather liked all the sex that he had with Travis. He was so glad that while his porcupine was fussy and grumbly that he wasn't a control freak. Goodness if Jacob had been in a relationship there would have been more erection cookies going down than a dance party of dicks. Jacob quickly composed himself and crossed his arms, "Don't get me wrong. I think it is a wonderful idea to schedule a block of time that is just for you and your significant other but that shouldn't only be once a week and that shouldn't be the only time you have relations or time together. Not that I expect you to go on the opposite side of the spectrum either since that rarely works as well." Robert once more explained himself. He said that sex was too carnal and distant and that he had to keep himself in check that bad things sometimes happened if he didn't. Probably friction burns if Jacob was thinking correctly, really bad friction burns. Honestly so much about this conversation was starting to bring to light a lot about Robert. Suddenly a lot of Robert's odd behaviors were making scary sense. Jacob scratched his neck, "Look, take my advise with a grain of salt since my doctorate is just in medicine. but... sex itself isn't bad. Yes, it is easier to lose control when emotions are heightened but we shouldn't totally avoid those moments. Running or avoiding them completely isn't going to help your control. Baby steps Robert. You have to do baby steps. I have gotten my commitment phobic lover into being my husband and future father of my children not because I sprung it on him but because I slowly worked on his fears. Oh, he still has them and probably always will but now he at least doesn't run away from all the commitment. Same way with your powers. I believe you are right to be worried about a lack of control because yes you can hurt someone but it is more dangerous to avoid sex then to slowly build up your tolerance and control so that you can have it freely without worrying about your control."

What, might you ask was Robert's reaction to Jacob's compeling speech? Take a guess. If you guessed he left empowered you would be sorely wrong. Instead the man had the audacity to ask for pills. Pills. In order to stop getting boners around his younger and attractive partner who apparently wouldn't wear clothing around the house, Robert explained, because he didn't want to explain that after three rounds of sex he was scared that he would lose control with his arousal. Jacob took a deep breath before letting it out. However since Jacob was still annoyed he was probably not his most diplomatic when he said, "Jack off Robert, you don't have a condition that needs a pill." Robert tried to explain that he couldn't get Rusty to keep clothing on. This was not getting any better in Jacob's mind, "So you want me to give you a pill because you're too aroused around a naked man? Robert. How is that a condition? If I did give you a pill it would effect your blood flow or your nerve receptors. I'm not comfortable with fucking with any of that on you since your nervous and blood system are a delicate balance and I know you will just run off and play hero even if I told you not to for a while. So no. No pills." The older man wouldn't give up his hero job for the few days that it would take for Jacob to realistically tweak a pill for him so no. No pills. Jacob was many things but he was not stupid when it came to his patients. Robert tried once more to reason that he was too stimulated then finally tried a different tactic by asking if Jacob could convince Rusty to wear clothing. Like that was going to work since he doubted Robert would enforce that rule too hard. Jacob raised an eyebrow in disbelief, "Robert, I haven't been able to convince my husband that feelings won't kill him after ten years of being together with him. I highly doubt that I will have a chance at convincing your boy to wear cloths." Jacob paused a moment for reiterating, "Robert, this is normal."

Jacob watched as Robert finally seemed to get that he wasn't going to get a magic pill for his problems. The older man sank back into his chair with a look of defeat. Jacob sighed before standing up and going to the lab portion of his center. He did have something that would help but it wasn't a magic pill to keep Rusty clothed or keep Robert's erections in check. Jacob tossed the bottle at Robert and grinned at the man's look of puzzlement. "I don't have a magic pill but I do have high friction lube. One squirt of this puppy can last up to one hundred and fifty miles per hour for twenty minutes. Just....be careful not to get it on any fabric. Has a bad tendency to stain." Of course instead of thanking Jacob for his product Robert stared at it for a long time before asking why Jacob would even make this. Rude. Jacob blushed hotly, "I was bored and I've been a tad bit focused on sex. I can't help where my mind goes! Being neutral and pregnant is driving me insane. The League of Heroes used to give me all kinds of projects but now because I'm pregnant no one will give me anything to do. I am suffering out here! Suffering! I've made smoke bombs for Techno. I've made special potions for Crypto that will help his magic come back quicker. I am going insane."

That outburst seemed to throw Robert off and he apologized saying he had no idea how to help Jacob there. Jacob hadn't meant to bite his head off but he was just a little testy lately. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't mean to bite your head off. Just.....use it if you need it or throw it away. You know how good my stuff is and you know the insane amount of testing I do before I give it out. I wouldn't advise using it in another person quiet yet since I need to tweak the recipe a bit but it should help with quick releases." There was another long pause before Robert asked Jacob to not tell Rusty about his. "That would be why my gossipy husband is on his steak finding mission." Well, among other reasons, one being the baby was making him crave meat hardcore right now. Robert put the bottle in his pocket before asking how long Jacob would need to refill it. "Give me a day if you can. At least four hours though. The liquid has to boil down to that bottle for at least three hours and rest one." Would Jacob not put this in Robert's file was the other request the older man asked. "Of course. I just put your stats in the file. I like to have the best record of your stats that I can but everything else has been left out. I do have the lube recipe written down but Travis knows that it was just an intellectual experiment more than anything." Robert thanked him and when Jacob reminded him that when his next appointment was the older man said he may see him before then. That of course was said right before racing out the door with super speed. Right then. Jacob was not going to touch that with a ten foot pole.

Instead he was working on tweaking the lube recipe when he caught sight of his husband out of the corner of his eye. "Hello beautiful. That took you longer than I was expecting." It had taken Travis an hour and twenty minutes to get the steak requested. Travis handed over the to go box before asking if he had missed Robert completely. "Yep. But that's alright, you wouldn't have wanted to be there.....I didn't want to be there. Robert is being a man baby about his new man and wanted a magic pill to fix it. I told him no and he wasn't happy." It was close enough that it was the truth but off enough that Travis assumed it was for erectile disfunction. Jacob found out early on that the best way to avoid Travis being too nosey was to give him the vague gist without going into too much detail. Jacob shook his head when Travis made a joke about not getting it up, "Not the problem at all. His boyfriend keeps roaming around the house naked apparently. Wanted to see if there was any medical reason to stop him or a pill to get him to stop." Travis, like Jacob failed to see the problem with this. Of course the villain remembered that Robert was the very same person who had told the Ranger that his muscle shirts were undergarments because they had no sleeves and were not fit for public. Jacob nodded with that assessment, "Yup. Not sure why he thought I could convince his man not to streak but whatever." snickers "Poor Robert, can't handle the pretty young thing lounging around naked." Travis went on to say that he didn't know what it was that Rusty saw in the older man. Of course this came with another snide comment that Robert's dick would probably quit working in four years. Being that Robert was only five years older than his beloved, Jacob had to tease the other man asking if his dick was going to stop working in nine years. Of course this lead to Travis sputtering that his dick would keep working fine if Jacob didn't break it first. Jacob grinned teasing his beloved some more before finally the man commented that Jacob was just an arachnid. Silly beloved porcupine. By the time the man knew the truth to how much Jacob was trapping him, he would be too caught in the webbing to care.

On another side of the city, Todd Williams thought that he was many things but patient was not one of them. It had been a week of pure unadulterated hell. He hadn't had any time to get any loving from his pretty harpy and he couldn't have sex with the man because he needed more than two brain cells to rub together. It was midterms and he needed all the brain cells that he could get. That was what lead him to breaking into his boyfriend, the Demonic Owl's apartment in the middle of the day for something that he could use to masturbate himself raw with. At least that was the plan along with returning most of the borrowed items that he had pilfered before that had since lost the scent of his boyfriend.

Todd walking silently through the apartment, not making a sound as he went through the rooms. This was not the first time that he had broken into the place but it was the first time that he had done so in the broad light of day. He was dressed plainly as he usually did when he was breaking into Quidel's place. He didn't want to stand out from anyone else on the street. He was just some innocent twink out for a day walk. Of course if he had been found inside the apartment that excuse wouldn't have flown but the only one coming in here was the one he was truly panting after like a dog in heat. Perhaps a bird? Did birds even have heats? Todd shook those thoughts from his head before peeking over the movie collection that Quidel had amassed. Perhaps, it was a bit nosey but he liked seeing if the harpy had added to his horror hoard of movies. Of course was anything too nosey at this point since he was breaking into the apartment with a copy of a hijacked key from the super's office? Todd quickly moved from the move collection to the locked room. He hadn't been able to get into it yet and the smell from there was a rather turn off but there had to be some good feathers in there since he assumed that was where the morph changed into the Demon Owl. Todd felt around the edges of the door, trying for any weakness before giving up again. He would need a key. He would have to find a key and make a copy of that one too when he had the chance. The closet was the next thing he checked, looking to see that the nest of clothing that he had used was still there and untouched. Good he would use that later when he needed to hide there again.

Now, he just needed to get onto the real reason he was here. Well, one of them. Todd pulled off his clothing, pulling off his shirt then his pants and underwear. He folded them carefully before laying them onto the dresser of the bedroom. Honesty he was glad that the apartment was not that big and that the man was more of a homebody than anything. It meant that his scent was all over the place. Of course no place was more so then the bed. Todd crawled into the bed, sliding under the sheets and revealing in the scent. He twisted and twirled himself inside the sheets chasing the scent of the harpy he was missing. Todd peaked up from the sheets before huffing sadly, he hated this week more than anything and his inner creep was growing stronger every day. He wanted to stalk Quid at work, at home and out about in the city. He wanted to be there when he ate, slept and when he jerked off. Todd shivered. He needed to stalk Quid like he needed food or air. However, to stalk the man was to be stalked in return and since Todd wanted nothing more than to be prey and forget everything....he couldn't do that. Quidel often slept in the nude which was something that had been bothering Todd since that night he found that out. Todd looked back to the dresser where his own clothes were and the bag of clean clothing he had washed after the scent was gone. He needed to return those before he got too distracted foraging for more.

Todd slid out of the bed, pulling out the clean clothing and neatly putting them back into the drawers that they belonged. It was then that Todd allowed himself to lose it. He dove into the dirty laundry of the harpy he chased after, snuffling through the clothing before finally he decided this was best done out in the open. He unceremoniously dumped the dirty clothing onto the floor before rooting around in the clothing. He sniffed each piece, looking around for the best ones. He wasn't looking for the ones that Quid had worn once and thrown in the bin. No, he wanted the ones the man had drenched in sweat and musk. Todd probably would never tell Quidel but he smelled like campfires and darkest desires. It was a scent that Todd wouldn't get enough of. He found a ripe shirt and took a deep breath before his eyes rolled back in his head. Yes, a winner. Oh? But what was this? Todd purred when he found an old sheet bunched up in the bottom of the pile. Jackpot it seems. Someone else had been thinking of him. Todd sniffed then licked the dried on semen before having to leave it be...since it would be a little too obvious that the sheet was gone. Now with an erection forming, Todd pulled the shirt he found on before returning to his back. Oh he had another surprise in there. Todd pulled out the dildo he had molded after Quidel's dick. It had taken little convincing to have the man make a mold for him. After all, how was he suppose to make it through times like this without his dose of harpy dick? That had made Quidel make a funny face which Todd could almost swear was a smile.

Todd moved himself onto the bed, spreading out his legs and purring at the feel of fake dick on his skin. He didn't bring the feathers because he didn't want to lose them but he was sure he could get more somewhere. Todd rubbed the dildo over his body before teasing his nipples with it. Then of course he had to suck it since it was so close to his mouth. Todd slurped up at the fake dick moaning as he used both hands to stroke it. Once he had enough of that however he moved onto the main event. With his new dildo, he had opted for having a suction cup on the end. Not only did it make showers that much more fun. It came in handy at times like this when he could stick that suction cup to the headboard. Todd moved the pillows around so he wouldn't make a mess of them. That would also be noticeable. Of course that didn't stop him from taking one and putting it by his head. He would need that since he was going to be loud here in a minute.

Todd positioned himself and slid himself back onto the dick until his ass met the cool headboard. It had taken a while, mostly because Todd wanted nothing more than to get to the part where he was roughly fucking himself with Quid's cock. Todd panted, grinning when he got up onto his hands and knees. Nothing like being in breeding style when working over a morph cock. Todd slowly started working himself over. Quidel wouldn't have started fast or rough. No, most of the time he liked to work Todd up into a frenzy of need and want. However once he started working himself over the dildo harder, he turned one the vibrate function. That was why he had needed the pillow. He bit onto the pillow as he moaned. He might not be getting owned by the apex he wanted but he still was getting dicked by the cock he wanted. Todd worked himself over, panting and moaning in need before climaxing all over himself and making a mess. Of course Todd wasn't sliding off that cock yet. He liked to pretend that the predator who had caught him held him down, forcing him to take all of the seed that he had to offer. Obviously they couldn't do that in real life since that could very possibly get Todd pregnant but it was still a nice fantasy he hadn't quite had the courage to address. Todd was slow to find his bones but once he did, he cleaned himself up with another one of Quid's dirty clothing. It probably wasn't the best idea but he laid around for a bit longer before checking his phone clock. He had to be out of there long before Quid got home. That didn't mean that he couldn't lay about on the bed and revel in what was.

Once he had his fill of Quid's apartment. He pulled off the shirt and folded it into the bag, and dressed himself back into his street clothing. Todd cleaned off his dildo in the bathroom and sneaked one of the extra bottles of body wash into his bag. Quidel wouldn't miss it and it was just another way to have the man's scent close by in his time of need. The twink slid out the door and headed back to his dorms without another look back.

That wasn't the only time in the week he did that. The second time he did that was after a very hard test from robotics. It wasn't like he was out of his league considering all the time he spent with Rey but that wasn't what his focus was. However one did not just study lasers so he took robotics as well. It was a hard course but one he felt confident about. Still his brain always felt stupid after taking a test and he felt stressed enough with worry about how hard it was to do that he found himself breaking into Quid's apartment once more. Todd had carefully dressed today in his blending clothing with the small pack on his back. He fished out one of his many key copies and opened the door, sliding into the apartment before anyone had noticed he was there. He checked the horror hoard to see if anything was added. He didn't think Quidel would be adding to the hoard of horror movies so soon but one could never tell with a champion hoarder like Quid. Once more the locked room beckoned him. Quid hadn't said much about it but then again, Todd hadn't exactly been about talking when he was here the past few times. Todd felt around the edges of the door, smelling the decay of blood through the door. It honestly made him wonder if Quidel's transformation was weirder than Venedict's. When Venedict changed into Lionman, he grew a lot of small hair all over his body. That fur had to come off when he morphed back. Rey had bitched more than once about the shedding that happened. It wasn't dramatic as one would expect but the shed hair was still enough to be annoying. Todd wondered if after Quidel shed his feathers, there was still blood attached to them. Sure, there could be a body in there but he doubted it. That wasn't Quid's style. He gently nudged at the door here and there before giving up again. He would have to find the key for that later since he needed to get back to the mission at hand. Todd picked up his bag and went back into the bedroom. There he found a wonderful prize. On the bed right in plan sight was a shirt that was soaked in sweat. Todd tapped his cheek feeling like this was a bit of a trap but not really caring too much about it. Quidel had expressed interest in Todd's....well creeping more than being afraid of it. Todd undressed and placed his folded clothing on the dresser.

Todd slid on the sweat soaked shirt before pulling out his trusty Quid Dildo. Todd put the dildo in his mouth before rifling through his bag. He had packed lube but he was also curious. He tossed the bottle on his bed before placing his dildo there and curiously going through the nightstand. He rifled as best he could through the drawers before spying Quid's bottle. Well, that would be better than using his own and he doubted the other man would mind sharing...even if he had no idea he was doing it. Todd tossed the bottle onto the bed and put his own back in the bag. Finally he was ready to get to the main event. He pushed the suction cup of the dildo until it was stuck to the headboard and moved the pillows around. Under one of the pillows was a pair of underwear. Now this really did feel like a trap. He looked around but didn't see any cameras. Of course he didn't really care if Quid was watching since it wouldn't be hurting his cause any. Todd lubed himself up and slowly backed onto that lovely...lovely cock. Todd groaned into the pillow but as he was getting ready to move he heard his phone ding. Todd cocked his head before reaching for the offending technology and checking the text. 'I see you'. Todd huffed, he was a little too busy to stop so he texted back a 'Good'. Todd pushed the phone aside and started to fuck himself on the false cock before he hard his text chime again. Todd growled, looking at the text. Quid wanted him to gag himself with his underwear. God. Todd texted him back a 'fine but if you keep interrupting I'm going to kidnap you and take you to some sex dungeon so I can have the real thing'. Todd started to roll his hips again before once more he got a text. 'You don't have a sex dungeon'. Todd typed back that he would fucking find one and go all crazed kidnapper if Quid didn't let him get his dicking. Todd started to work his body over again when he heard the phone chime again. He ignored it but not before flipping himself over so he was on his back and his erect cock was exposed to whatever camera Quid had installed to the room. Like requested Todd put the semen covered underwear in his mouth and used it as a gag. He hooked his legs over the back of the headboard so that he could easily fuck himself. It wasn't like he hadn't done crazy positions before. Todd tweaked his nipples before stroking one hand firmly around his cock. Of course that wasn't something Quid liked him doing so he didn't do that for long. He instead worked the cock around until he found the perfect angle then fucked himself hard on it. He groaned around the semen crusted underwear not helping the sounds that came out when he finally came.

His legs felt shaky and he felt weak as he put his legs down. He pulled the suction cup off the headboard before looking at his text. Quid had sent him a dick picture. Todd pulled out the dildo and snapped a picture of his wrecked hole before sending it. He slid the dildo back in and laid there for a time recovering. He didn't know if the harpy had a knot in his morph form but he kind of hoped he did. Once he felt his bones and muscles were under his control again, he slid the dildo out and cleaned it. He then cleaned up his mess and used the dirty underwear to clean up his own semen before tossing it in the dirty hamper. He cleaned the bedding as best as he could and checked the headboard for any damage. Seeing that all was well, he redressed into his street clothing. Well, almost. He didn't quite want to give up his new shirt prize. He tied the excess length up in two knots on the sides of his hips before putting his own shirt back into the bag. He hefted his bag over his shoulder before shuffling around. He nabbed a bagel from the kitchen and went out the door without much to do.

Thursday was a League of Evil meeting. For some reason the leaders of the villains decided that this week was a good week out of all the weeks to have a meeting. That bastard Rey knew that it was midterms. Todd wasn't going to go. He didn't even want to go but Rey talked about how Todd had been keeping score of the bitch fights between Travis and Rey. Rey of course did not call them bitch fights. That was Todd's wording. However Rey was even once more with Travis and Rey had to know which one of them would come out on top. So here Todd was sitting unhappily in his own chair. Yes, he was glad that he had a custom chair considering he was the only one besides Travis and Rey to have his logo on his own chair, but that didn't mean that he wasn't looking longingly over at Quid who was sitting in his own chair as well. He hadn't expected Quidel to show up but the man obviously had nothing better to do. Oh Todd wasn't unhappy to see him but the man had to know what he was doing when he would periodically stare at Todd then flash red eyes. Todd was pretty sure he was going to kidnap the Demon Owl at this point. That pretty harpy was going to be molested when Todd got done with him. All of his feathers would be soaked in cum. The Demon Owl would be whiter than WhiteWing. Of course he didn't tell Quid any of this but the man was making suggestive eyebrows at Todd so he had to know where Todd's mind was. Todd growled at the unfairness of it all. Finally he had enough and pulled out his cell phone before texting, 'If you do not stop I am kidnapping you as a morph and placing you into a sex dungeon where I will paint all of your lovely feathers white with semen. You will not get to cum for days until I am fully satisfied at a job well done.' Whatever the man thought of that it didn't show on his face. Of course Todd would have to be a hell of a lot stronger to kidnap the Demon Owl but he could bet that Dr. Sanders had some kind of shit that would help or maybe Rey had some bots. Actually, Todd wasn't sure how Quid felt about bondage. He was only suggesting using it on Quid because he was pent up but unable to go into subspace.

 

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When Robert reached his second climax he began to come back to his senses, his mind slowly returning to reality, away from Rusty's loud moaning. Robert sat back panting slightly as he looked over at Rusty who began to relax, catching his breath. The reality that he caved into his desires came crashing down and he covered his mouth. He used Rusty like he was just something to toy around with for his own pleasure. For crying out loud, he even dressed him up just so he could stare at his body and left him in the clothes. You don't have sex in clothes. Why were the clothes so important to him? "I am so sorry, I lost myself. I did not mean to use you so rough. I did not even ask if you could handle such a position. I just... I held you down too tightly. I am sorry. I was too forceful. I gave you the wrong kind of attention that I...." He looked over at Rusty who was grinning at him with a smug smirk, green eyes glowing with mischief. Eyes that seemed so much brighter with the now cum stained green tie tossed over his shoulder. He frowned at him. This was serious business. There were only a couple times that he had allowed himself to lose his control and each of those times ended badly. Very badly. It put him off sex for so long and made him seek out partners that he enjoyed emotionally and not physically. It was safe and Rusty is acting like it is a big game and that it wasn't dangerous for him to be on the brink of sexual insanity.

He insisted that he check him for any damage. He didn't think he lost full control as he had in the past but it was always safe to make sure he didn't cause any damage, after all, his body can handle a lot more than the average person, super or not. Of course, in the past he felt the pain of friction burns but his partners had not just those internally, but also tearing. It was the quickest way to end a relationship, especially when you couldn't explain how and why such injuries occurred. He flipped Rusty over, gently pulling apart his cheeks to see any kind of injury, of course that was considerably difficult given the how much semen was leaking out and coating his walls. On top of that, the boy kept wiggling and pressing his posterior towards his face. Robert gave him several warning to stop but he kept misbehaving, moving around too much for him to get a good grip. Even the threats of spanking him didn't get him to stop, if anything it made it worse. He gave Rusty a hard slap on the cheek, the sound echoing in the mostly empty house. When that didn't stop his movement, he kept at it, losing himself once more in the rhythm of his punishment. By now it was too late, he lost control once more. The way the boy seemed to enjoy his punishment and how bright his hand prints appeared on the pale cheeks, the more Robert had to be back inside him.

If Robert had felt that he had been on the verge of losing control before, it was that third time that caused him to fall into a stupor. Even though Rusty's pale body was flushed, a smile spread on his face and a complete look of euphoria painted his expression, Robert couldn't help but feel as if he went to far. He was attached to him even more than usual. He didn't even allow Rusty to walk to the bathroom, he carried him and spent much longer washing him. He was careful not to leave a single spot unwashed or undried either behind his ears or between his toes. Suddenly, Rusty was the most precious and fragile object in the world, a freckled Fabergé egg that had to be handled with care.

The next couple of days he couldn't even look at Rusty. All he could think when he saw him was what they had done, how he had used him, and how much. It was completely unlike him. He never done that before, not that there was never anyone he was that into before, but each time he slowly began to lose himself he lost control of his powers. The ginger boy toy was just too much for him to handle and now that he pounded a marathon into him, he didn't know if he could hold himself back if he was given another opportunity like that.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Robert sought out medical advice, beating around the bush from embarrassment as he tried to explain himself. He needed some kind of intervention to keep him from losing control. Ever since Rusty had moved in, he had stared at him too much and thought far too long on what he wanted to do. Actually living it out was a whole other thing and he can see how he wouldn't get enough. If he allowed himself to lose such control, things will end badly and he will run someone off, someone who had more in common with him than any other man his age or otherwise. He was eternally grateful that Travis was sent out on a food run. He had been around the man enough to know that he tends to snoop into medical records, especially since he on more than one occasion made a snide remark about someone's medical history. His new vigor between the sheets would not be something he looks forward to hearing about from the largest gossip in possibly, the entire city.

Travis on the other hand was highly disappointed that his husband's child decided that now of all times, was steak time. He grumbled that he didn't want to miss what Robert wanted to see him for. He knew that by the way he was acting that it had to be something deeply personal and sudden. Probably sexual since he always sets regular times for his appointments and check ups. For him to show up out of the blue and beat around the bush in needing an appointment was completely out of character, which always meant that there was some juicy gossip for him to pick up on. But no. he couldn't dust himself and hide in the examination room to eavesdrop, he had to go on a food run.

He jogged his way out to the car he and Jacob shared, scrolling through his phone to find the restaurant with the best reviews. Especially ones where people claimed had the best steak. It wouldn't be enough to just get a steak from any steakhouse or restaurant, but he had to find the best. This was for his husband and future child. Those two deserve the best that the world has to offer. He always believed that Jacob deserved better and the highest quality of everything so he strived to provide it for him. That is one of the reasons why there are priceless paintings that belong in museums that hung in their home. He narrowed his options down to just a couple restaurants and drove to each one. The first one he decided against because someone had a runny nose in the kitchen. That would not be good. He couldn't afford to allow his non-super spouse to get sick because someone couldn't stop wiping their nose. On top of that, he didn't know how that would even effect the child that he was carrying. He read once that severe mental illness could be the result of the mother being ill during pregnancy and he wasn't about to have a child that would have issues that could drive a wedge between him and Jacob.

"I don't care! I want the head chef to make this damn steak himself. I don't care how much it costs, just put it on my damn card!" Travis snapped at the host of a five star restaurant as he slammed Jacob's bank card on the counter.

"I'm sorry sir, but we don't do 'to-go' orders. We can do catering but we need at least 24 hours in advance. That is the best I can do." The man tried to reason with Travis as he backed away only to be yanked forward by his collar.

"Listen here, you little prick. I have a pregnant spouse that demands I bring a steak and I will be damned if I have to compromise and bring back something from some cheap restaurant." He held up his fist ready to strike the man who just flinched and whimpered. Travis looked around and saw that he was causing a scene. Not a good thing when your husband is rather famous and you are easily recognizable. With a sigh he dropped the host and picked up the card. "Nevermind. I will get a steak some other way but you assholes won't be getting a fucking penny from me or my husband!"

He spun on his heels and left, furious. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he thought in the car before turning to dust and leaving through the window. He returned a few minutes later, nearly exhausted from pushing himself. This time, he didn't bother going in through the front door, instead he went straight into the kitchen dressed as the Magician. Dishes clattered to the floor when he materialized and the different cooks backed away quickly.

"Who the hell is the head chef in this overpriced shit hole?" read the piece of paper he held above his head. Once someone volunteered that they were the one in charge, he walked up to him, grabbing his hand and disintegrating part of his sleeve and the knife in his hand. He held up a note card that read: "If you do not make the best steak you ever made in your entire, god damned life, I will disintegrate the rest of you and everyone in this fucking building. Do you understand?" The chef nodded, visibly shaken before being let go. He flicked the notecard down and the one below it read: "Tell the rest to keep doing their damn jobs. I don't need someone calling the police and interrupting you from cooking." The entire time the man cooked, Travis hovered over his shoulder, staring intently at everything he did. The moment the dish was completed, it was covered and handed over to Travis. Travis looked at the steak for a moment as the man sweated before he poked the guy's exposed wrist and his sleeve reappeared, along with the knife that clattered to the floor. Travis walked out, head held high with his steak. A lot of the patrons were startled to see a supervillain walk past them as if he was about to serve the president himself, proud, dignified walk and all.

The whole drive over, he kept a hand on the covered dish, speeding wherever he could. He wished he could just dust over there so he can have time to eavesdrop but if he did, it would throw off the taste. There are just some things that do not taste right after they have been disintegrated. He supposed it had to do with some of the aroma being a link to flavor but when it came to alcohol, it was less potent. Especially if it was beer. Shit always went flat sooner than normal. A lot sooner if it was disintegrated for an extended period of time. He rushed over and handed the food to Jacob as he looked past him. Too late. He fucking missed him. He thought he saw a blur on his way in. Damn it. Would have been great to have listened to that conversation, especially since his hunch of it revolving around sexual activity was correct.

Quidel found himself in an odd predicament that he hadn’t been in since he was a teen. He stared at his erection that tented his sheets after an unrestful sleep full of dreams of Todd crawling into his room in the middle of the night. It was much like when he had snuck in before and woke him up, except more aggressive, more desperate, more obsessed. With a sigh he began to finish the job that dream Todd had started. With his eyes shut he tried to put himself back into the dream, imagining Todd smirking at him as he rode him. Fantasy Todd chanted "all mine" and "gimme" as Quidel's hand picked up its pace. He came as he fantasized Todd's voice moaning about how he wanted all of his cum, "every last drop" and that no one can have it but him. Once he was finished, he wiped his cum up with his sheets before shoving it into the bottom of his hamper before showering. He knew that Todd would come by and he wanted to see what he did, especially after the dream he was having. He swung by the League on his break and cornered Rey who was installing something new to the headquarters.

“Cameras,” Quidel said after nearly giving Rey a heart attack when he silently walked behind him.

“Cameras?” Rey asked as he tried to steady his breathing. “What do you need me for? You can just go buy some at a store.” He looked at the tall man who stared at him silently before he got the hint. “Hidden cameras? The high quality, undetectable kind?” The dark man nodded. “Can I ask… why?”

“Todd.”

“Oh…” Rey muttered as he looked away. There was only one reason someone asks him for cameras and as much as he was uncomfortable being cornered by such a large man, he loved to indulge others in filming their sexcapades. “I will whip something up… Just… Don't sneak up on me.”

Quidel waited as Rey left and returned with a box. He listened carefully as he was given instructions on how to install them, view remotely and where the files will be uploaded on his laptop. After he received the directions he headed home and installed them. Originally, he only wanted one camera for each area of the apartment, but Rey had insisted that the more the merrier and that he would be happy with not just the high quality sound and visuals of the recordings but also the different angles. It seemed as if he forgot his apprehensions around Quidel as Rey chittered on about ideas on where to place cameras and to get the best angles.

After a late day at work, Quidel kicked his feet up and opened his computer to check out the cameras he had set up. He fast forwarded a good portion of the video until he saw Todd wander around the living room. He rewound and watched the image of Todd walk into his home as if he lived there, look through his movie collection and test the locked room. He didn’t like how he seemed to fixate on the door, but he relaxed when he gave up on it. He always kept that door locked and the key with him to ensure no one ever got in. He was confident that if someone he brought home peeked inside, they would notify the police. The amount of discarded feathers from his molting wouldn’t be what raises the flag but the amount of blood staining the walls, ceiling and carpet beneath the dark tarp he had put down. He didn’t want Todd in there. He didn’t want the room to drive him away like it had the last serious relationship he had years ago. Odd as it was, he wasn't afraid of being discovered or being arrested as a suspected murderer, but rather afraid to lose his stalker boyfriend. He raised an eyebrow as Todd peeked into a closet he rarely uses. Was he just being nosey? Probably.

Then he went into his room. Quidel’s brows both rose when he watched Todd undress. It seemed so odd watching him wander around, but to watch him nude? He tabbed through the different cameras as he watched Todd move about, placing his clothes on his dresser. Rey was right, this was high quality footage. He could see the blonde hair of his twink’s well manicured pubes, all in high definition. He watched him climb into his bed nude, rolling around in the sheets. A few more tabs and he could see the sheets bunched by his face, how his legs wrapped around the covers and the sudden look of frustration. Was he able to tell that he had changed the sheets? He watched as he put his stolen clothes back before digging into his hamper.

It wasn’t just his eyebrows that rose at the sight of Todd pulling out dirty articles of clothing out of the hamper and huffing the musky scent. Quidel shifted in his seat as he turned the volume up. He could even hear the deep inhales and small moans Todd was making in the act. He paused the computer screen at the sight of his stalker deeply inhaling a sweaty shirt, eyes rolling in his head and a wide, borderline psychotic grin on his face, poking past the fabric.

That was it.

That was the look he had wanted to see on his face.

He knew Todd was holding himself back around him but now here he was, completely free to do so without the knowledge of being watched. Not wanting to lose such an image he distracted himself by creating a new folder on his computer titled “Todd”. It was going to serve as his new spank bank as he moved the video files into a subfolder and the screen shot of his face into another. He searched the other camera angles and found another perfect image of the creep’s profile, half erect cock peeking over his crouched thigh. So he did enjoy his scent. Did he always get excited when he buried his face into him when he held him? Is this why his eyes seemed to flutter closed when he took deep breaths? Wanting to view the rest, he unpaused the footage and watched him dig even deeper in his hamper. His heart picked up the pace in anticipation for the inevitable discovery of his discarded, soiled sheets.

Quidel couldn’t hold back anymore, pushing the laptop off his lap and onto a clear spot on his coffee table, he dropped his pants freeing his hard cock. He began stroking himself as he watched Todd loudly moan and lick the dried semen from his sheets. It went beyond acceptable boundaries and he could plainly see how much Todd enjoyed doing such things. This was the sort of thing you couldn’t find in movies and the true pleasure and enjoyment on Todd’s face was never acted out so well in porn. What was on his screen was nothing but unmitigated obsession and had it been someone other than Todd, red flags would be popping up in the back of his mind, not that they weren’t. Quidel Cassinni was no idiot, he knew when there was a danger to someone and Todd grew more so the more he fed into his obsessions. Both were made for each other, both were drawn to the danger each represented, the perfect unison of horror and fear. Yet at the same time, both held a sort of respect to not harm the other for fear of driving them away. He struggled to pry his hands away from himself as he archived more images of Todd's face and body. He captured a close up of his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he forced the stained sheets deep into his mouth, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, another shot of him pulling the saliva soaked sheets away with an almost drunk look on his face, and multiple others of him rubbing clothes and the sheets on his face and body.

Then came the main event with the model dildo of his cock. So this is why he wanted it so bad and he had to admit, he was impressed with how spot on the color was. He stopped his stroking and mimicked every gesture that Todd did. He gave up on archiving when Todd placed the dildo on the headboard, casting a glance over his shoulder towards his room. Getting more comfortable as he kicked his pants off completely, he stroked himself to the pacing of Todd fucking himself, imagining himself in the dildo's place. A couple tabs and he got the camera angle from above the headboard, almost the right height as if he was behind him. On the edge of his orgasm a thought came to mind.

Quidel reached down and wrapped his underwear around his dick as he came. He wanted to see Todd with his semen stained clothes in his mouth again, but this time, he wanted a lot more. Once he finished he spent the rest of the night cropping images and footage, piecing together a personal video of his favorite scenes and angles, ejaculating into his underwear a few more times until he was completely spent. He looked at the soaked underwear, holding it cautiously personally bothered by holding it himself. He wouldn't want to handle it himself but he sure as hell wants to see Todd enjoy the shit out of them.

He called into work the next morning and spent the time he would be at work working out and getting as much sweat as he could in the shirt. He left the soaked shirt in the open and hid the underwear where he knew Todd would find it before leaving. He drove his truck a few blocks away and walked back to his apartment, hiding in his locked room. He rolled the dried tarp up and cleared some space as he set up his computer on his desk turned workbench. He played the waiting game as he watched the cameras waiting for Todd to come by. When he came to the door he watched more intently, perched, ready to hold the door shut to prevent his discovery. Luckily, he failed to open the door and gave up. With a silent sigh of relief he continued to watch Todd, opening his phone on silent, sending him a quick message so that he knew that he was watching, which he knew that Todd must have felt since he was looking around more than he had the last time.

Watching Todd had gotten him excited but he began to regret his decision to give him suggestions. He knew Todd was going to muffle himself with his pillow but he wanted him gagged and tasting his stalker fueled semen and the thought alone made him hard. A smile nearly cracked on his face at the threat of the sex dungeon, a smile that quickly faded when he got a reply about him being a crazed stalker and kidnapping him. That was more of what he wanted. He got Todd to say it, now if only if he would say it during sex. He didn't know how he would voice how much he loved that idea, even though there was no way that the twink could overpower him enough to actually pull off a kidnapping. He lowered his phone and snapped a picture of his painfully erect cock and sent it to him, slightly disappointed that he didn't look at it, however the new position was pleasant. He switched to the camera above the headboard and watched Todd fuck himself, moaning into the stained underwear, moans that Quidel could hear through the walls along with the knocking on the wall and creak of the bed. It was almost like he was there. He leaned over the computer, keeping pace with Todd. It took him longer to lose himself and allow the eyerolling obsessive tasting to take over that Quidel wanted so desperately to see. When he came he let out a sigh and relaxed, watching Todd finally turn his attention to the phone. He didn't expect to get a picture in return. It may not be one of the clearest images, given the cameras he had pointed down at him, but it was a new favorite and immediately sent to his computer and added to the spank bank.

Once Todd was gone, Quidel cleaned himself up and walked into the bedroom, touching tentatively everywhere that Todd was. The sheets were warm and slightly damp from sweat. He looked over at the underwear and carefully examined it, however, he saw too much of his own semen left and that it wasn't taken as a prize. Maybe he would have been more all over it if he didn't say anything. Next time, he might not say anything and just watch him. Still, he couldn't help but feel even more in love with him. Love? Was that the right word? Perhaps. He still wasn't quite sure how deep his feelings went but it seemed that the longer he is around him the deeper they got. He stripped down and laid in the spot that Todd was in, laying his laptop on his stomach as he began editing and capturing all the images he wanted into their respective folders. He will have to ask if he can keep those cameras for keeps. There was just too much potential in capturing Todd at work there.

It was surprising that he was actually invited to a meeting. Normally, he would receive a text asking him to stay away but he ended up showing up anyways. This meeting, however, he was asked to attend in case Todd decided he wasn't going to show up. After all, he was the back up score keeper. He stared at Todd the whole time, ignoring what was being said by everyone. It was the same old Todd that stalked him and followed him around as Radical Rayman, obsessively clung to him, sang cheesy song parodies and made terrible jokes. Yet, having watched him break into his home and sniff his dirty laundry and masturbate in his dirty clothes on his bed, he looked... different. Good different. Without realizing it, his eyes would flash red during a particularly intense thought on what he did the days prior. Each time he slipped up, Todd would huff and shift in his seat until he got a threatening text from him. Quidel looked away hiding his mouth as a smirk threatened to appear. He was threatening to take him to a sex dungeon again. He tried to wrap his head around how Todd thought that Quidel wouldn't get to climax during his internment in the dungeon since he was pretty sure the moment Todd saw his cock he would be right on it. He tapped his phone for a bit in thought before tucking it away and raising a single brow at his lover. He wanted to ask him how he planned to keep him trapped or how he would over power him, but he didn't. How do you tell someone you want them to be waiting for you in your house? Threatening you with consequences if you try to call for help or escape? Constant reminders on how he is all his and that no one can have him? He didn't know about how he felt being tied up, but if it got Todd to be more of a creep, he was willing to try anything. He did enjoy Todd being held down and his hands tied, so it was a curious thought on what it would be like on the otherside. Regardless, there was a message he had wanted to give him. He looked down at his phone under the table and sent the message with a link that he had saved since the night before. He looked up and watched Todd as he played the song 'Can't Get Enuff' by Winger and shot him a frustrated glare. Once mid terms are over, things are going to be fun.

 

[Shikokudarkstar]

Todd stared down at the phone. The harpy had sent him a song about never getting enough of someone. This someone to Quid was obviously Todd. If Todd had been well sexed then he would have backed down a bit but the tease only served to ramp him higher. Todd was shivering by the end of the meeting, clenching his teeth while he went back to the college. The rest of the day he received little texts. Little texts that wouldn't make sense to most people but Todd knew. One of them was a picture of the Demon Owl's skin meeting his feathers. That night the morph in question had snuck into the dorms so that when Todd had awoken he was covered in feathers. Instead of thanking Quid for his donation into the feathery blanket of masturbation. Todd had called the man and breathed heavily in the phone. Neither of them said anything, which in and of itself wasn't exactly socially appropriate but they had long since passed that boundary. Todd hung up and called the man again. It had taken him a long time before he started talking but he panted heavily when he told Quid, "These are so soft." He panted heavily and moaned, "I have your dick and your feathers. It's going to be so much better when I have you." He panted and moaned in Quid's ear while he fucked himself on the dildo shaped like Quid. After he hung up on the man he prepared his break in bag. He needed more. More Quid. More of Quid's scent. More of Quid's things. He just needed all of it.

So he found himself inside of Quid's apartment once more. He crept around, silently moving though the apartment. He had hacked into the zoo's network and sure enough the man was at work. Good. Very good. He wouldn't have time to worry about Todd. Todd, slipped into the bedroom, rifling through the clothing before deciding it was just best to roll around in them. Of course when he finally moved to the bed, he twirled around. That was when he got an idea. Quid had left him feathers. Maybe Quid would like a bit of a prize too? Todd didn't really have anything too exciting but he could leave a pair of his underwear. He always wore nice underwear since he started dating Quid. Todd sniffed around the bed. Annoyed that nothing had been left behind. What kind of host was he? Todd dived back into the hamper before selecting one of the more ripe clothing. He sighed that he couldn't have the most scented since that was the work uniform but he wasn't going to even touch that thing. It was ugly. He fucked himself over the headboard again, before sending a picture of the dildo still inside of him. He texted that he wished it was Quid instead. He laid back on the bed for a while longer before packing up his things and leaving. Not before he decided to leave his sexy jock strap hanging on the headboard. He doubted Quid would be as keen on it as Todd was but it would be something to remember him by.

Saturday night was the night. His saturday classes had finished up and he found himself waiting inside of the closet. Quidel had once again been texting Todd and setting Todd off. He hadn't been able to masturbate, or to let off steam at all. Instead he had been pushed into a solid level of need. It was his turn to be the hunter. Quid was his target. Quid was going to pay for all this pent up sexual aggression. He listened for the sounds of Quid's getting ready to settle down before he crept out. Todd was on his hands and feet, balancing out his weight so the floors wouldn't be creaking. He crawled up onto the bed, straddling Quid's lovely body while he grinned manically when Quid opened his eyes. Todd purred when he felt the man's penis perk up. Had he been missed. "Do you know what today is, Quid? I don't have any tests anymore. That means you are all mine." Todd put his hands on the sides of his face, " Gimme all of it. All of your attention. I'm going to milk you dry for tormenting me. I'll never let you go." Todd shuffled around his bag of goodies before pulling out a condom. "No babies today, Mister. What would the neighbors think?" He pulled out a pair of handcuffs before looking at them in thought. Quid hadn't said green so he clicked the handcuffs onto one hand before clicking it to the headboard. Quid didn't seem to understand why only one hand was back but he was going with it. "Ah ah ah." Todd lightly smacked Quid's hand away. "That is mine and I will tell it what to do. I own all of you right now and I'm not going to stop until I'm satisfied." Instead Todd slipped out of his clothing before moaning at the throbbing erection he was greeted with. Someone was not objecting to the rather personal attention. Of course the twink in question was not just focused on getting on that cock.

No. There was a more pressing matter. This lovely native was wondering about unmarked. Anyone could come and claim Todd's territory. Todd smirked, sliding up before pushing the man's lovely raven locks aside. "You haven't been claimed properly my harpy." Todd mouthed a spot on the man's collar bone gently before biting down and sucking. Yes. He would cover the man in his marks. He moved methodically around the man, slowly pushing himself back onto Quid's cock while he worked his way down, covering the morph's body in hickies. Once seated fully on that cock though, Todd lost interest in marking his man. Todd moaned, as he worked himself into the proper position for riding this man. He pressed his hands onto Quidel's hips before helping push himself up with his knees. "YES! This was the dick I was missing! It's all mine now. Gimme all of it. All of your cum." The blonde's grin bordered on pychotic as he worked himself over. Oh Quidel helped too some but with only one hand he couldn't lift Todd like normal.

Static sparks shock out from Todd's fingers. It was like he was just one big erotic electric toy...perhaps like a violet wand? Todd puffed out a breath before moaning, "Gimme. Gimme. Gimme." He couldn't help the words that slipped out as he worked over Quid. Of course neither could he help the climax that hit him after riding that lovely cock for the first time in a whole week.

Once he found his bones though, Todd wasn't done. Nope. He pulled out a sturdy class flask with a cork and poured the man's semen in. The lines on the side measured the amount. It wasn't as much as Todd thought it would be. He had gotten the idea after all the discarded condoms. Quid's little swimmers were just trashed...which was rather sad. At least this way he could make a kinky collector's bottle. Todd put the flask away, corking it back before pulling out another condom. Oh. They weren't done. He slid the new condom onto Quid before sliding back on once more. "I'm not done with you yet, pretty pretty harpy. I'm going to use you all up. Collect all that is mine. You. Your semen. Your feathers." Todd grinned manically, "All of the pretty pretty harpy belongs to me. ME. Mine. All mine. I will ride you until there is nothing left."

The next morning Todd awoke to Quidel on the phone. They had showered though Todd wasn't sure that Quid quite needed all of Todd's help. Help meaning obsessive petting in the creepiest sense of the word if Todd was being honest with himself. The morph looked rough. Focus was something Todd had in the extremes. His focus of course had been so focused on Quid last night that he had ignored all socially correct behaviors and proceeded to play out a crazed stalker. Todd hunkered down under the comforter when Quidel looked back at him. "Sorry. I um." Todd looked away, "I've been told I have to have the creep fucked out of me periodically." Quid just stared at him. Right. Todd had been on a mission but he didn't remember Quid ever saying green. Todd did blush however when Quidel looked over at the flash before looking back at him. Right. He would probably have to explain that somewhat. "I did have an reason for that originally. I was going to take a sample to Jacob and get some birth control. Morph control I guess. But I uhh....kind of got hot thinking about collecting your semen inside of it. I mean, once it's full it will just look like one of those weird souvenirs right?" Quid gave Todd an odd look. There were still times Todd didn't understand the eyebrows but he was getting the hang of them. The blonde came out from under the blankets before looking at a rather worn out Quid. "You're still green right? I uh...get really focused sometimes. I was listening for a green but never got one so I uh....kept going." Todd stared before blushing, "You are so hot right now. Like if I wasn't so tired I would totally do you again but I think I broke myself."

The kept villain known as the Richer, or mostly by his real name Rusty since Daddy didn't let him do crime anymore, had gone to the league hideout for a mission. Since getting his phone he could go more places. Daddy still worried but he often would check up on Rusty by using his phone to track him here and there. Of course since the Sander's Center was on the green list there was no reason that Rusty couldn't be here. In fact. He was on a mission....but he needed help. He needed Techno. The man had talked off and on about smuggling things into the League of Heroes. Mostly he did it to annoy the Magician but it did bring up an interesting point. Rey went to the League a lot. He knew the building inside and out. Walking down into the main meeting room, he found Techno fixing something. Rusty wasn't sure what but he waited politely while the man finished. Rey had been surprised to see Rusty but said that he wasn't making any more cameras for a while. Rusty cocked his head, "No cameras but um.... could I get your help with something?" Techno didn't seem all that interested but was willing to listen. "I was wondering if you would sneak dildos into my Daddy's office." Rusty giggled when the villain looked at him weird. "Daddy doesn't like adult items and he's been ignoring me cause of his civilian work. I know you go to the League often to see your husband so I was wondering if you could...." Rusty paused thinking of the plan he had, "Dramatically surprise him? I'll leave it up to you how you shock him but I want him to know it was me. After all. Daddy pays the most attention when I'm bad."

The older villain seemed most amused by thing. So amused in fact he didn't tease Rusty too much about calling Full Throttle 'Daddy'. Of course he wasn't worried since Russel called his lover, bunny. Which....the villain in front of him had boldly asked if that had been short for Rope Bunny. Yes. The mighty hero the Ranger was called bunny because he had a fetish for ropes. Rusty wasn't sure why but that seemed to traumatize the Magician a bit. Something about how he thought the Ranger was the straightest of them all. Russel didn't even talk much about it. Rey was somehow in on the Xenobeast's relationship dynamics to answer Travis about it. It was still cool to learn that Russel could make a bullet proof web though.

Rey was muttering now. Rusty couldn't hear him but he was sure it was plans. The villain asked how dramatic was Rusty thinking. Rusty smiled, "I was hoping you could go really dramatic. Like totally comic book villain dramatic. I want it to make an impression." Rusty paused before thinking, "But like. I want it full on about dicks. All the dicks you can stuff in that room and effect Daddy with." Rusty purred, "I want some grumpy Daddy sex. That's the best. I always get the best sex when I'm bad." It was good to know that he wasn't the only villain being rewarded for their 'evil' deeds at home. Rusty laughed a little, "I wish I could see you two go at it. I bet it is super sexy. Both you and Mr. Lionman are super hot." Rey seemed startled when Rusty told him that. The ginger grinned, "Just cause I like vintage with daddy doming tendencies for a romantic partner doesn't mean I can't appreciate someone attractive." The wheels inside the other villain's mind must have been turning because he was asked about if he would pay to see it. Rusty giggled, "I would have before Daddy's rules but he's got parental controls on my internet."

 

[Charlie_Death]

Quidel had done all that he could think of to get Todd as frustrated as he could. He wanted him over the edge, he wanted him so frustrated that he didn't care that he was in the room. He wanted the real Todd to come out to play. He was pretty sure that if he explained why he stalked Todd back, sending him regular messages about being on the hunt, his feathers, or even small close ups of random parts of his body when he was transformed, someone would tell him it is a bad idea. If you have a stalker, you do not want them to escalate their behavior, but that is exactly what he wanted to do. When Saturday night rolled around, Todd was unusually quiet. He usually got several threatening messages for him to stop, that he was going to kidnap him, or just a million single word texts that probably only really meant something to Todd in his frenzied mind. He didn't even know if he could fall asleep, his stomach was turning in anticipation. This was the day that he had his final midterm. He knew when all of his classes got out based on the texting habits of Todd, but there was none. Not a single message. Not even an emoji. That meant that Todd was on the prowl.

Quidel finally got himself to relax enough to head to bed, spending a couple minutes admiring the jockstrap that Todd had so politely left behind. Just touching it brought back memories on how he searched for another gift to be left behind, but there was none. He didn't know if that made him more frustrated or not, but the sudden flash of anger that was on his face when he found nothing was hot. He tucked it away and crawled into bed. When he was on the cusp of sleep he heard a door open, yet no sound of a lock. That meant that Todd had been in the apartment this whole time. He made the right choice to neglect checking the cameras that day, he didn't want to spoil his surprise. He laid still waiting until he felt Todd climb onto the bed before he opened his eyes.

He is here.

The crazed stalker Todd from his wet dream was here.

His cock reacted faster than he could get his body to, rising at the sight of the maniacal grin that threatened to split his face in half. He could see with his red eyes the slight bags under his eyes from unrestful sleep, his disheveled hair and that crazed gleam in his eye. If it was anyone else that woke up to such a face, they would surely panic and try to escape. Not Quidel. He wanted this. He wanted it so much it was beginning to hurt. He knew this was coming based on the phone calls from the night before. The heavy breathing, the slight crazed tone of his voice. He was on the edge. It was possibly the best phone sex he ever had, masturbating in complete silence to Todd's obsessive mutterings and heavy breathing. In the back of his mind he wondered if he was even aware that he was masturbating on the other end or was just politely listening. His eyes locked into Todd's when he felt the hum of electricity on the sides of his face. That was a tight grip he had and he could feel his body trembling like just telling him that he was all his and not doing anything yet was killing him.

He raised a brow slightly at the baby comment as he had a condom put on him. A brow that raised even higher when a pair of handcuffs were produced from Todd's kit. He didn't resist them being put on his wrist, but he wondered why there was only one wrist that was restrained. He looked back at Todd and ran his hand up his chest to his neck thinking he wanted breathplay still, only to have his hand swatted away. He watched Todd carefully as he grinned, talking about how he was his until he was satisfied. Quidel had to bite the inside of his cheeks at being referred to as a harpy. It was true in a sense, but it made it seem even more bizarre to hear someone say it in bed. He inhaled deeply as his creep twink left a long series of hickeys on his neck and collar. He didn't care for them but what he did like was Todd's obsession that everyone had to know, that he had to have something that would keep others away from him. That he was all his.

Quidel kept a hand on Todd's waist while he fucked himself, pulling him down harder. The whole time, he stared into the face of pure obsession, relishing in the chant of "mine" and "gimme." The whole time, the creepy grin remained on his face until they came to the frantic electrical impulses that skipped between their bodies. Quidel had hoped it wouldn't be over so soon when Todd removed the semen filled condom. No. His obsession to claim all of him went to a new level as he watched him pour it into a small flask and another replaced. He was glad that Todd wanted to keep it. That he wanted every drop of him and that he was determined to keep his word of milking him dry. The whole night he let Todd fuck himself senseless until they were both exhausted and spent. Quidel hardly had a couple hours of sleep before his alarm for work went off. There was no way he was going to go into work like this, so he called in.

Both him and Todd looked like hell so he showered with him which in itself was an ordeal. The man couldn't stop pawing at him, rubbing his skin as if he was trying to memorize his skeleton beneath the flesh. Todd returned to bed and seemed to hide in embarrassment from the night before. He cast a glance at the flask that was now completely full before looking back at Todd. So it was meant for Dr. Sanders originally. He had hoped Todd would talk to him about it. He had refused to be studied before but to have Todd go around his back? Still, if he kept this as a souvenir, he will be happy. Dr. Sanders doesn't need that much to test. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at Todd. A part of him didn't want to fuck the creep out of him. It wanted to keep him on the edge, obsessed and desperate like the night before, but the other wanted to have control over him again. He brought out parts of him that he never thought would have a chance to surface or that he even wanted to surface.

He leaned forward and kissed him gently, looking into his eyes. Yes. He was sure that he loved this man. "Last night..." He paused as he thought for a moment. "...the reddest of reds." The moment he got a smile from Todd, he grabbed his neck and flashed red eyes at him before leaning close and whispering heavily. "But, only I can break you." There was a click as he restrained Todd in the same way he had done to him the night before. He kissed his forehead before heading to make breakfast, leaving Todd with a single word of "rest." He would need to recoup himself but he wasn't done yet. He paused in the middle of cooking when it dawned on him. The cameras recorded the whole thing. He is going to have to create a new folder for that one. Good thing Rey included night vision. He didn't know how he felt about watching himself, but he certainly wanted to watch Todd. He won't tell him that he recorded him and their little session. After all, Todd said he didn't know how he felt being on camera before. He didn't want to scare him off or make him worry so soon about such things.

The rest of that day was spent between him taking care of Todd, making sure he ate and drank enough fluids to bring him back to speed, all while teasing him. He kept a feather and ran it along the inside of his thighs, watching him squirm before leaving him. He didn't bother to speak to him, he wanted to watch him squirm again, to bring that desperation back. Once he got Todd where he wanted, he came back into the room, slowly unwinding rope. "You didn't think I would forget that you tried to contain a predator like me, did you?" He had been practicing knots the whole time he was out of the room so he could make sure he did this right. He never thought he would look into bondage but he wanted to try it out. Once he had Todd in his new restraints he pounded into him. He did all he could to drive him nuts, breathing heavily on his neck, small bites, dragging his nails across his body, pulling his hair and choking him. What Todd did the night before deserved a reward so he ignored the pain as his fingers shifted, the flesh tearing and blood dripping onto his lover's sun kissed skin. He gently scratched him with his talons leaving small shallow cuts, waiting for a response after the first few before finding what was acceptable. There were a couple times he got too into it and there were bangs on the wall in an attempt of communicating how loud they were. It only lead him to dragging Todd to the dining room and fucking him on the table. He only called it quits once he was no longer getting any kind of response from Todd and sharp crack came from the table that could no longer handle the abuse.

Rey was repairing one of the hologram projectors that Travis broke when he decided to fuck with him. He caught on that Rey could peek in on him and had caught him and Jacob again. Not that Rey had a thing for them, he just wanted to make sure that he didn't have to start bringing his chair home after each meeting. He looked over his shoulder as Rusty came in and sat in his chair watching him. He didn't seem to ask anything so he didn't bother to talk, he was on a mission to fix the damage before Travis came back and realized it was fixed. Once he was done he was startled that Rusty was still sitting patiently. There was really only one reason that people came to him these days.

"I'm sorry but I'm not making any more cameras. I am kind of burnt out and I gave my last batch away. I don't really get a return on those but I have bigger and more interesting things to work on." He packed up his tools as he listened disinterestedly. He furrowed his brows when smuggling dildos came up. He may have smuggled some in but something told him that his usual methods wouldn't fly. On top of that, he said 'Daddy'. It took a minute before it registered that he was talking about Full Throttle. When the reason came out a smile spread on his face. He wanted to be bad. He wanted Rey to help him get under a certain Hero's skin so that he would "punish" him. That was a motivation that Rey understood all too well. He adjusted his glasses and began tapping his lip as he thought, muttering to himself. Yes, if it is a surprise he will have to put them in obvious places that are not noticeable right away. Maybe even have there be multiple. Perhaps he could rig something to explode... An eruption of dicks... He shook his head to clear it before turning back to Rusty.

"Ok, I'm in. What were you looking for exactly?" He nodded along to Rusty before letting out a chuckle. "Oh, I know. Sex is always the best with Lionman when I cause trouble. The more damage I cause the rougher he is with me. I think he thinks it will keep me away from villainy, but it just makes me plan out bigger schemes." He went slack jawed when Rusty mentioned wanted to see them. He never really thought that people really wanted to see that. He knew that the few photos he leaked got rather popular. In fact, there was someone who was actually a fan of his talk about how he wished he could see more of it, fake or not. So there really were people that would want to see him getting fucked by a giant feline morph cock. "Would... would you pay to see that?" He mused for a moment before waving off the parental controls. "That guy is a fucking sex nazi, I swear. I can give you personal copies for your own enjoyment... but that would just tell him that I was directly involved. Especially since I know he won't take credit for it. Greedy bastard doesn't like sharing his hoard." He put his hands on his hips and looked up in thought with a groan. He has been wanting an excuse to leak more images and even a video. He really wanted to see people's reactions. "I tell you what. I will rig a flashdrive to override his stupid parental locks and I will upload some somewhere for you. I will tell you at the next meeting where it will go and then you can look at all the porn you want." He paused before blushing and rubbing his neck. "I should warn you... I uh... Have a love of being filled and my husband produces a lot." He cleared his throat before cutting Rusty off. "Anyways, I have a plan. How well can you pretend to be evil? And are you against being filmed while performing on at least one of them? Forcing him to not only see dildos but softcore porn will really get his briefs in a twist. Hardcore might just give him a heart attack."

Rey worked his ass off planning the attack. He had handed Rusty a script and had him rehearse it. He gave him free reign on what he would wear. He suggested something that will drive him crazy. As much as he wanted to see what Full Throttle got off to, he gave the freckled villain space to film and prepare in private. In the meantime, he constantly had to shoo his husband away as he built the small traps and planned the reverse heist. Tomorrow was going to be a great day to be a fly on the wall.

Robert walked to his office as he mulled over what he could do to reward Rusty. He had been such a good boy, respecting that he had to prepare his students for midterms and grade all the papers. He even understood that he didn't like to use his powers to rush the grading. Everything had to be done just so. He still had dinner with him and even had company when Jeopardy was on. Company that often napped with his head on his lap. So well behaved. He needed to find a way to reward him. He looked up when his coworker started to stay something before being silenced by his shy husband with a poke in the ribs. It was hard to believe Rey really was Techno Mastermind. Techno was always brash, loud and dramatic but Rey often looked over his shoulder whenever another hero passed by and often remained attached to Ven's arm like a skintight sleeve. He spoke so lightly too, it was often hard for him to understand through all the mumbling. He shrugged and took off his helmet as he unlocked his office door. He always kept it locked before, ever cautious, but he was even more so now that he knew supervillains frequented the League of Heroes.

He shut the door and headed to his desk when he ran backwards in shock. There, underneath his desk was a massive dildo. He didn't know how anyone even could bring such a thing past security. It was large enough that it bent against the bottom of the desk, curling in a floppy sideways 'C'. He peeked at it to make sure he saw right and dear god, it even had veins. He moved towards the door to ask Venedict if that was what he was going to say when he saw another dildo bouncing happily on the back in where a coat hook once hung. His heart was racing and he tried to divert his eyes away from the indecent object, but he had to. There was a neat little bow tied to it with a small card. With his eyes to the floor he felt around and tugged the card free. It was a luxury gold leaf business card that read "Daddy" in elegant calligraphy. The lights in the office suddenly clicked off and he heard his computer boot on. He looked over and saw the monitor twist around with an image of the Richer.

So much for being proud of his good boy, he now knew why he was so well behaved. He listened as the Richer gave a dramatic speech and told him he wouldn't touch his desk. There was a pause and he repeated his warning about the drawers. He didn't want to open it, but if he didn't take care of whatever it was, it would bother him. He ran to the desk with superspeed and opened the drawer and before he could even react with his heightened reflexes, a small explosion erupted from the drawer. He stumbled back and began to brush off whatever shrapnel had struck him only to see that it was a glitter bomb of rainbow dicks. The screen suddenly changed to Rusty in a schoolboy outfit, talking dirty. Dirtier than he usually does, much more crass and blunt. He looked back in the drawer at the schoolboy Rusty's suggestion and saw that there was a dildo that looked surprisingly a lot like his own genitals. He looked back at the video and saw that Rusty was now performing felatio on it in his bed. He shut his eyes, hearts racing. This was no longer a single heart response, both of his pounded as fast as they would during a lengthy run. He wanted to get help. He wanted to question where it all came from. But how could he? There were realistic models of male genitalia in his office, including his own. The more he looked around, the more he saw them. One was sitting on top of his filing cabinet, there were little magnets on its side, his pens had been capped with small dicks and not to mention the glitter bomb that dusted everything in small reflective rainbow dicks.

How in the hell did Rusty get all of those into there?

"Rusty!!" Robert shouted in frustration at the whole situation. When he heard someone at the door he slammed his body against it and demanded they back away. The moment he heard their compliance, he gathered all the dicks he could hold and sped out of the building, locking his door behind him. He nearly stumbled a couple times and nearly dropped a few of the dildos even more as he tried to avoid hitting someone. He ran about the city, filing down all the dildos by dragging them along brick walls, concrete and asphalt until they were just small disks of their bases. He had been in such a rush, he forgot his helmet.

"Rusty! Get your butt over here this instant!" He spoke quickly, or at least by his standard of quickly. He was panting heavily, his hair wild and wind swept with the silicone disks held between his fingers like they were tainted. His long run home hadn't even rid him of all the glitter dicks which, to his dismay had also been coated with a fine combination of paint and glue. What didn't stick, left a mark. "Where did you get these? Do not play dumb with me, young man. You know what these are. These are those... obscene... replicas of you know what!" He dropped them in the nearest trashcan before walking up to Rusty, staring him down. "When did you even.... How... of mine?" He spoke in a whisper too embarrassed to even say the words but Rusty knew. He knew by that grin he could barely contain. Sure, he is trying to act all innocent dressed the way he is but it isn't going to work on him this time. He grabbed him by his wrist and bent him over the arm of his favorite recliner before yanking his shorts down to his ankles. "You better keep count so I can make sure you get punished for all of those adult items you snuck into my office." He spanked him hard once before bending down and speaking gruffly in his ear, giving the cheek he spanked a firm squeeze. "And then I am punishing you for doing naughty things with one of those in my bed."

 

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Todd was relieved to hear that Quid had enjoyed their time together last night. Apparently it was better than just having the honor of being enjoyed. The morph told him that he was so far into his sexual kink zone that it rated the highest of honors with being the reddest of reds. Todd would have been so proud of himself if that tiny moment of pride hadn't been taken away by the solid click of Todd's handcuffs being used against him. All that Todd had gotten to do was show a small smile. He didn't even get to fully achieve a good gloat at a job well done. What kind of villain was Quid to take away one's evil gloating at a job well done? That had to be against some evil villain moral code or something. Thou shall not take away one's opportunity to gloat at a successful evil plan. Instead Quid had captured him. Todd wasn't even fully rested enough to appreciate the sexiness that Quid was pulling. Apparently only Quid was allowed to break Todd. If that wasn't hot Todd didn't know what was. However the morph seemed to know the limits of their bodies better than Todd or Todd's idiot dick was trying to say since he ordered Todd to rest. It took Todd a solid minute to realize that the morph wasn't going to follow his own advice since he just left Todd stuck to his bed. The position wasn't totally uncomfortable but he sure wasn't able to get too relaxed. Deciding that this was probably going to be the only reprieve that he would have for a while, the twink lightly napped.

That was until he heard the morph enter the room again. Todd huffed, staring at the morph when he first came back with the offerings of food and water. What was the man playing at? Perhaps he had done some more research into aftercare? Aggressive aftercare more like it but Todd was not going to complain after the night he had last night. He finished the sustenance offered before the real show started. That bastard had a feather. A fucking feather from his morph side. Quidel knew that shit was what Todd was really loved. Well, he loved it all but let's face it, he had seen the morph side of Quid first. Fire breathing feathery predators got Todd all sorts of turned on. All that wonderful destruction in such a powerful body.

The torment seemed to go on for a few hours before Quid returned with a rope. "Fuck? Are we doing shibari?!" This was a new development but one that Todd could wholeheartedly get behind. After all what was better than being trapped by a giant predator while said predator made awesome rope art to hold you down? Todd blinked before he finally caught up to what it was that Quid had asked him. "I never would have thought you would have forgotten." Todd moaned as he was manhandled into position before being choked and his hair pulled. Oh but he had the best morph ever. Not only did Todd get his normal rough treatment but he got those wicked talons on his skin. Getting that kind of attention had made the twink turn into a total porn star sound level slut. Todd barely heard the neighbors knocking as he was fucking into oblivion on the table. Bites and marks lined his body but there was only so much one creep twink could handle and he flew so far into subspace that he didn't respond.

Meanwhile the there was loud pounding at the door, apparently the police had been called because of the noise complains. Todd blinked at the blanket that Quidel had thrown around him. He didn't hear what Quidel was telling the police or even what the men at the door were saying. Todd instead started laughing when he was semi-functioning. "Quid we broke your table!" There was a long pause, "Our sex broke your table! I've never broken a table before!" Todd poked his head around the corner, looking at the tall morph as him and the two police stared back. The cop said something and gave a warning before leaving. Todd blinked a bit dazed before grinning, still a bit too far into sub space to fully follow what had just happened. "You are the bestest best boyfriend ever." Todd practically purred as he was picked up. Quidel was the best ever. Todd would totally tell him that he had stolen Todd's little twink heart.

It was a week later that Todd found himself in the odd position of having to sneak another live creature into Quidel's apartment. One of the many days that he was leaving Quid's he had spotted a lovely black tom. The cat seemed to tolerate Todd's cooing over him and so Todd had been giving him treats. Tonight however he had found the tom all beaten up and with a broken leg. He had immediately taken him to Venedict's rescue. He had hated to part with the animal so he had taken the tom back when Venedict had finished fixing him up. He would have to go back to the rescue's vet in a few weeks but until then....well Quid was getting a new roommate. Todd had bought everything the tom would need. From the food to the litterbox. He snuck all of the items into his boyfriend's house and let the tom investigate the area. Ven had told him that the black cat was totally cool with Quid. Didn't hate him or anything, just hadn't interacted with him. The cat had supposedly promised to not make a mess. Todd waited on the couch until his morph get home.

Todd looked up when he heard Quidel at the door. The large morph paused when he saw Todd then stared at the cat in Todd's lap. "I hope you don't mind. He lived in the alley behind the building but some asshole hurt him because he's a black cat. He reminds me a lot of you and Ven said he's promised to be cool. Whatever passed between man and cat seemed to satisfy Quidel since he only looked back at Todd. "I named him Bones. Well technically his name is Leonard McCoy but I figured he would fit as being your cat too if we called him Bones."

The day soon came around that Daddy would get the surprise of his life. Techno had texted him that the evil plan had been completed. Rusty dressed into his school boy outfit and waited patiently. It didn't take long between the text and Daddy's rush home. Rusty giggled, a little shocked at the glitter and glue of dicks on his Daddy's face. Rusty walked over to Robert before rocking on his feet, "What happened Daddy?" It seemed that Daddy was not in fact fooled by Rusty's act of playing innocent. "I didn't get them Daddy. I didn't buy them or bring them home. That's against the rules." He paused, "I may have traded for them with gold. But I didn't touch any of them but that one." He grinned when his daddy tripped over asking how Rusty got the mold for his own dick. "Silly Daddy. You are such a heavy sleeper. Anybody could touch you and you wouldn't notice."

Rusty was pulled over to Daddy's recliner before being put over the arm. Daddy did like to spank a lot for someone who claimed it was dirty. "But Daddy I don't know how many there are." Which was true because Techno had given him a ballpark number but didn't tell him an exact number. Rusty didn't want to know. He grinned when he heard daddy speaking gruffly into his ear. Silly Daddy might be fooling himself but he didn't fool Rusty. "Are you jealous Daddy?"

Rusty had been sore for a day or so after that but it had been worth it. Daddy had been very focused on making sure that Rusty had no energy or want to do anything bad. Which was why he was also grounded. No visiting Daddy and no meetings. Which was a bit lonely but Rusty had mostly been sunbathing when Daddy wasn't home. Which the older man didn't seem to be at all surprised by. It had been a week or so later that Rust had been told that he had to dress warmly because Daddy was getting his windows replaced. Rusty cuddled on the couch with Rupert in his soft sweats and his cat hoodie before he heard the door. Daddy called from inside the house to answer it so Rusty padded off to the front door. What he hadn't expected was the Xenobeast standing in front of him in a hard hat, jeans and long sleeve thermal shirt.

"Hi Russel. Did your bunny come too?" Rusty peeked around Russel before looking back at the morph in front of him.
Russel seemed to cock his head a moment before understanding just who it was he was talking to. "As a matter of fact he is following me about. He's trying to be sneaky about it but he doesn't like when I leave his territory. Kind of like I'm sure your Robert doesn't want you to leave his territory either."

Daddy came out from his office and greeted Russel. He seemed not to care that the man was a villain in his home but seemed a bit surprised that it was the same Russel. They spoke about the job for a moment before the Ranger came out from behind of Russel's slightly beaten up truck. Russel rolled his eyes. "I am sorry. I tried to get him to stay home but he wouldn't hear of it."

Rusty, who had never seen the ranger in person cocked his head. The larger man didn't seem at all like a bunny. Even if the name was just short for rope bunny. Russel was definitely way shorter and lighter than the hero so Rusty wondered how that seemed to work. Of course it could be the weirdness of morphs that made the match possible. Rusty giggled when he watched the pair interact. Russel was getting started on his work while the hero was trying to show off. At least until Daddy put his foot down on the Ranger's stripping down to an undershirt. Russel raised his eyebrow, "Normally Bunny I would agree with you taking off clothing but I'm afraid that the customer is usually right so it has to stay on. I did bring you a normal sweater if you want to wear that instead."