Corey Cooper, straight-A student by day and crime-fighting superhero by night, can’t get the idea of being dominated and enslaved by the supervillain Imperious out of his head. He thought the fantasies would eventually die down, but if anything, they’ve only gotten worse.
An attack by Shatter, a villain thought to have disappeared two years ago, provides a convenient distraction for Corey but he ends up biting off more than he can chew when he finds out that Shatter is a lot stronger than he was when he disappeared.
Unwelcome Visitors is a 6,400-word short story and part three of a four-part series.
Dumb jock. Dumb horny jock.
Corey moaned, his eyes fixed on the swirling, pulsing spiral. The words, superimposed on the moving image burned into his mind as a monotonous, rhythmic buzzing sound blasted into his ears.
Stupid fucktoy. Obedient slave. Mindless servant.
The pleasure that had been building in Corey’s body for the last hour reached a crescendo. His back arched off the chair, though his gaze remained fixed on the center of the spiral. His cock, held tightly in his grip, throbbed and swelled as the cum worked its way up his shaft.
A quiet groan escaped Corey as the orgasm hit. He bucked his hips, thrusting his cock into the ring of his fingers as cum spurted out of him, thick, hot ropes splattering all over his chest and stomach. He felt floaty. Fuzzy. His thoughts were disjointed. Fragmented. It was difficult to think.
Unfortunately, it was just the post-orgasmic haze. As cum slowed to a dribble from the tip of his cock, Corey returned to disappointing clarity. He pulled the headset off his head and clicked off the video he’d been watching. With his other hand, he squeezed his cock, teasing the last few drops of cum out of his shaft.
Corey was still hard. Truth be told, he was hard more often than soft these days. It was almost like he was sixteen again, popping boners every couple of minutes regardless of how inappropriate it was. His fantasies had just gotten worse. Ever since Imperious had surfaced, he couldn’t stop thinking about being turned.
It was a bit embarrassing to get a hard-on in the super suit. It had happened a few times in the past week, and Corey didn’t really want the good people of Selene City to think that he got off on being a superhero — even if on some level, he did.
Often, Corey had more to worry about than the outline of his thick cock pressed up against the lining of his suit. The worst that it did was give tabloids incendiary material to paint him as a pervert — which he kind of was — but no one really believed tabloids these days.
On the other hand, Corey was sure that the unflattering pictures of his bulge had already been put into circulation among the fan clubs as spank bank material. It was a little hot to think about, but at the same time a tad mortifying.