Capes

“Capes,” I say in a frustrated tone that makes it obvious I’m not a fan.

“What? What about it?” he asks as he kneels to the floor like it’s second nature.

“They get in the fucking way!” I snapped angerly.

“Sorry, man. I like it. Makes me look like a stud,” he said as he puffed out his chest.

“Makes you look like a moron,” I say as I kneel to the floor behind him.

As he lay on his stomach, I take the hem of his cape and drape it off to his right side letting is gather together on the floor. There’s that beautiful butt. A nice high, tight, round ass. It was almost too big but then I don’t think an ass can ever be too big. When he stands sideways it protrudes from his lower back like a shelf. It dimples on both sides and is rock solid. It’s his best attribute.

I gaze up his body from his boots to his head. It’s a very muscular body. An Adonis. I smile to myself as I take the minute to relish in the beautiful masculinity of his physique. His dark gray cape draped to the side has left his gray spandex clad ass vulnerable. It’s hard to believe six-months ago he was just a normal guy, attractive but no where near what he is now. He had a nice body, toned and muscular but now, his body was bigger, ripped, rock hard. He was a foot taller and probably a good thirty to forty pounds heavier with dense muscle. He didn’t look like a roided out bodybuilder, he wasn’t unproportionate. Everything grew the way it was supposed to. His body was a masterpiece.

He lays on his stomach, his sculpted body incased in light gray spandex suit from head to toe. It’s second-skin tight and molds to every muscle and curve of his perfect body. The suit is slick and shiny, accentuating his definition, it has black piping giving him sleek lines. The piping outlines his pecs, shoulders and arms. It’s a very masculine almost militaristic design. His dark gray boots are knee high, also tight, molding to his calves. The heel, thick like a combat boot. I follow from his ass over his tiny waist to the arch of his lower back up and over his wide mountainous back muscles to a thick trapezius with bulbous shoulders. His arms splayed out in front of his body mimicking the way he flies through the sky. His triceps stretch the material of his uniform. His head is positioned on his right cheek exposing his handsome profile, chiseled jaw, eyes closed. I ran my fingers through his thick, wavy black hair as I lower myself on top of him.

“Mmmm…fuck yeah,” I moan in his ear as I hump my cock in the cleft of his hard ass.

“Can we just get this over with?” he asks quietly, muffled by the carpet.

“Ah, come on. You know how much I look forward to our monthly visits,” I teased him.

“Yeah, trust me, I know. Let’s do this so I can get back out there. I have a midterm tomorrow,” he said in frustration. He hates these monthly injections. But if he wants to keep his powers, it has to be done.

“Alright, alright, calm down, hero. Not to worry. I’ve been hard since you flew in the window.”

I sat up, my knees straddling his lean hamstrings. I float my hands over the slick material covering his ass. I squeezed and marveled at the hardness of the muscle. He flexed his ass when I touched it. For someone who didn’t like to be touched sexually, his body betrayed him. But then that was a side effect of his powers. I leaned down and put my face into the cleft between each ass cheek. I licked the spandex in the spot that covered his smooth fuck hole. He wiggled again. I KNOW he likes that. He would never admit it but the times I rim that hole, he wiggles, rocks that ass back and forth. Sometimes he moans. He hates it but loves it at the same time. It’s not common for a straight guy to get off on having his asshole played with let alone fucked raw.

I sit back up and slide my hands between his legs and under his balls where I find a tiny tab. I gently pull the tab and the hidden zipper opens wider with every pull. As the zipper is pulled up over his ass, it reaches his lower back, the material gives way and splits off to the sides exposing the smooth, hard mounds of his muscular ass.

When the cool air touches the smooth skin, he humps the floor a few times. I know his dick is hard. We always do this with him prone. He doesn’t want me to see that it turns him on. Don’t get me wrong, he hates this but at the same time, craves it. Like I said, it’s the cost of having superpowers.

I unzip the hidden fly of my tight spandex uniform. The zipper sound is loud in the quiet room, and he humps again. He knows what the sound means. It’s getting closer to that time. I heave my cock out through the opening and hold it straight out with one hand as I lean forward. I find the hole, press my cock to the entrance and push. His hole is tight like a vice. I spit on his hole and try again. I would use lube, but he likes it dry. It’s not like it hurts him. He’s fucking invulnerable. My cock slides in on the third time making a snapping sound as it works his way into his ass. Every time after we fuck, his body heals and his hole returns to virgin. It’s like fucking him for the first time, every time.

I bottom out and he moans quietly into the carpet. I pull back until the tip is almost out and I slam it back in. He hands become fists and they grab the carpet. His gleaming white teeth clench as I begin an onslaught of epic proportions. I lie down on top of him, push my hands under his armpits and latch on to his shoulders. I raise my ass and continue to slam down with all my weight. Any normal guy would not be able to take this kind of punishment. It would ruin him. But fucking him, I can feel free to use my powers and go as hard and as fast as I want. And I do.

He flexes his ass tight, gripping my cock tighter. The spandex on our bodies helps me glide back and forth, up and down his body letting me get extra momentum as I pulverize his perfect superhero ass.

He’s moaning and grunting with each thrust.

He grunts and groans with each jolt and “fuck” is all he can say. It’s like a symphony to my ears. Fuck, how I love to hear that deep gruff voice grunt when I bone him. If only the world could see the man they worship, flying the skies, fighting crime; getting royally fucked in the ass like a whore.

“Fuck, yeah, hero. Fuck yeah!” I hiss into his ear. “Love fucking your fat hero ass. Fuck!”

His grunts occasionally go up an octave when I hit the sweet spot. He shivers and like a bolt of energy he begins to beg for a harder fuck.

“Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder…Harder…HARDER!” He repeats over and over. He reaches back and grabs my own spandex clad ass and pulls me in.

“Arch your back, hero.” I command. He doesn’t. “I said, arch your fucking back!” I growl.

I feel his ass rise off the floor as he arches his back. I gain more access and dive deeper.

His breathing quickens. His skin flushes. He opens his eyes and they glow an iridescent blue. He’s in the zone. He won’t respond to commands now. He is in a state of complete and udder bliss.

“Feel that? Huh? It’s almost here. I’m going to cum in your straight, arrogant, conceited, ungrateful, muscled up fuck hole,” I whispered into his ear. That was going to piss him off something awful and I fucking loved it when he was pissed off.

Then it happens. I can feel his body become weightless. We levitate off the floor. His body knows I’m getting close. He’s warm, growing hot. His body begins to tremble. We levitate a few more feet. His ass clenches tight and I feel his hole juice up. His ass can actually cum. The slippery hole allows me to go faster and faster until my balls tighten, my body stiffens and with a giant groan, I unload a huge volley of my powered seed into his super ass. I can’t stop. It keeps coming and coming, volley after volley. I feel like I’m about to cramp up. A web of white electricity spin around us. It tingles and hums around our bodies. Our bodies tense, each muscle flexing, Finally, it’s over and I relax down on top of him and we slowly float down to the floor. I lie on him for a few more minutes, catching my breath. I feel his muscles growing against my body. I little more definition, a little more mass. His ass a little plumper.

I roll off him onto the floor. His eyes stop glowing. They shut and then he blinks them open. He lifts he head off the floor and shakes it side to side quickly.

“Damn,” he says.

“Yeah, damn.” I reply.

He floats up and he hovers in the air before me, his boots a foot off the ground. He looks refreshed, rested and even a little bit bigger. His muscles have pumped, and they will stay that way for another month. He stretches his limbs and twists his body at the waist. Good as new.

“Damn,” he repeats again as he feels himself up, running his hands over his chest and abs. He looks down at me. “Thanks,” he says reluctantly before his eyes dart away again. He’s never been able to look me in the eye after our power up sessions.

“My pleasure, as always,” I say with a groggy smile. “You know if you like that so much, you don’t have to wait every thirty days,” I wink.

He rolls his eyes. “Sorry, man. Once a month is fine.”

I levitate up to meet him eye to eye.

“Come on, Josh. I know it’s not easy for you. To wait that long. Especially, the last few days. You don’t have to wait, Josh. When you get that itch in your hole, just come find me,” I tell him seriously.

He crosses his arms over his plate-like chest. He scowls and his lips tighten, his square jaw clenches.

“No, it’s not fucking easy,” he finally says. “You think I don’t crave your cock in my hole every fucking day? You think I don’t do fly-bys here all the time and fight the urge to fly in here and sit on your cock?”

His eyes were wet. His square jaw was tensed. He was visibly upset which looked odd on such a large man dressed in a superhero uniform. It was a little pathetic, honestly, but still hot because I know that he knows the power I have over him. He hates me seeing him upset and vulnerable. It’s not the way it works with him. He’s addicted to his powers. He doesn’t want to ever stop being a superhero. He also knows the only way to keep them is for me to fuck him every thirty days. It’s a side effect of my own powers. I give other guys powers when I breed them.

Josh holds his hands out. “It’s fucked up, Preston. It’s fucked up because I love to get fucked and I’m NOT gay. At least, I wasn’t before all this. Had I known I’d turn gay for your cock, I don’t know if I would have asked for powers,” he said.

I rolled my eyes. “Josh, I’m sorry you have to go through this. But your bitching about it all the time isn’t going to stop the urge from happening. We’ve had this conversation a million times in the last six months. It’s getting old,” I said. “You’re worse than a woman.”

His eyes snapped to me. “I am not worse than a woman, you dick.”

“Could have fooled me. Whenever I see you, you bitch about how awful this is.”

“I bitch because you have your dick in my ass!” he yelled back.

“But it DOESN’T HURT!” I remind him loudly. “In fact, it feels pretty fucking great. Doesn’t it?”

He looks away, sniffling. He’s a superhero and he’s crying like a girl.

“Yes, it feels good. Fuck, it feels great!” he admits as he twists around and lifts the hem of his cape up. Still talking, he reaches back and runs his finger over his hole. “I don’t want it to stop sometimes and it fucking scares me.” There is cum on his fingers. He’s acting like he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. He doesn’t even look at it as he licks it off his fingers like it’s water and he’s been in the desert for a year. “I can’t even fuck a girl without thinking about your cock,” he says between licks of his fingers.

I smile lustfully. “Fuck, I love it when you do that,” I say in a low sexy tone.

He looks at me confused and then looks at his fingers. His face is slack and then embarrassed as he wipes his wet fingers on his cape. “I can’t fucking help it, asshole,” he says angerly. “Your cum fucking calls to me or something. I can smell it. I felt it seeping out and fuck! I have to taste it.”

“Taste good?” I taunt.

“Yes,” he says as he finds residual cum on his palm and licks it off. He closes his eyes as he relishes the taste.

“You want more?” I ask him.

He opens his eyes and they focus on mine. He’s trying to say no. He’s fighting the urge to beg me to fuck him again. He’s come a long way from the first time he let me fuck him for powers to sucking my cum off his fingers. That’s the consequences of letting a dude fuck you to become a superhero.

“Preston, stop. Stop fucking with me,” Josh says with anger.

“What? You want my cock in your hole, I’m ready to put it there,” I said as I ran my palm over the tight spandex over his shoulder.

“I’m not your fucking cum dump,” he said, swatting my hand away.

“Once a month, you are,” I taunt him. I love to see him get angry.

“Fuck you, Preston. You’re such a fucking cunt,” he said with venom.

“Says the man wearing skin-tight spandex and licking my cum off his fingers,” I shrug.

He stares me down. His fists clench. His arms bulge, his face is red. I stare back as I float closer, nose to nose. We are quiet, direct eye contact never faltered. My body starts emanating a slight glow. He sees this and floats a few feet back. He knows what that glow means. It means I will kick his spandex clad ass all over this city.

“You done?” I ask but not asking. I’m telling him. “You’re done,” I stated matter of fact.

His eyes look down at the floor. He disrespected me and he knows I can take away everything he has.

“Would you mind?” he asks innocently as he points to his butt zipper.

“Of course, come here.” I say as I touch down on the floor. He comes down as well and turns his back to me.

I swat the cape away from his low back and pull down the tab on the zipper. I pull it down over his ass, his muscle butt stressing out the zipper and fabric as I pull together the spandex over his bulbous butt. He spreads his legs and I pull it all the way under his ass to his crotch.

“Damn, thank god this material has some serious stretch in it, big man.” I said in awe of how much the material of his suit adapted to the size of his boulder-like ass.

“I know. Indestructible,” he comments. I smooth my hand around on his hole and he shivers and lets out a muffled mean.

“There. All good.” I say as I pat him firmly on the ass.

He grunted something signaling another thanks. He walked over to the window.

“So, see you in a month?” I ask as he begins to levitate.

He took a deep sigh, his shoulders dropped. “Yeah. One month.”

“Good. I’m looking forward to it,” I grinned, knowing he hated it.

He starts to take flight but stops. He turns to me and floats to the floor. “Look. You know I hate this and I’m not doing it because I want to. Why do you have to openly take such pleasure in my discomfort? Its a dick move.”

“Oh, come on, Josh. I can’t help it either. A big, strapping, muscular man like yourself that I get the pleasure of breeding twelve times a year. I can’t help taking pleasure in filling it. Besides, it’s how I made you.” I’m making him mad again and he’s going to snap. When he does, I’ll take more pleasure in breaking him down.

“Don’t fucking remind me,” he says in a loud voice.

“Hey!” I smacked him. He flinched. “If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be a fucking superhero. You fucking begged me to fuck you because you wanted to be a hero. You should be fucking worshipping me. You haven’t changed since the day I met you. You’re arrogant, spoiled and unappreciative.”

He rolled his eyes and looked out the window. “Sure,” he said, pouting.

I grabbed his shoulder. “You know what, hero? How would you like it if you couldn’t find me in thirty days? Huh? What then?”

He spun around to me with wide eyes in shock. He swallowed hard. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t test me, fuck boy,” I growled.

In the blink of an eye he rushed forward and grabbed my throat and lifted me up high above him.

“DON’T CALL ME THAT,” he yelled, his voice booming, sounding possessed. His square jaw was clenched. His eyes starting to glow neon blue.

“Put. Me. Down,” I said in a calm, yet authoritarian tone. “Or I’ll put YOU down.”

He held me for a few more seconds and then slowly lowered me to floor. He remembered that I was as strong as he was if not stronger. He dared touch me.

“If you ever, EVER do that again, I will cut you off and you’ll go back to being regular, boring frat boy, Josh. No more flying, no more super strength, no more body of a god. Got it?” I stood and waited for his response. “GOT IT!?” I yelled, making him flinch.

“YES! I fucking got it!” He snapped.

“Let me remind you for the hundredth time because I know hearing it makes you cringe. You need my cum every thirty days to keep your powers. I’m your fucking battery. Without me you are nothing. I’m sorry you don’t like to get fucked. I’m not sorry it gives me such pleasure to do it. That’s the way it is, hero. You knew it when you agreed you wanted powers so don’t pussy out on me now. Remember, you’re not the only superhero out there. And there are more guys out there who can take your place.”

Josh scowled.

“You like that suit?” I asked.

He looked at me feeling threatened I would take that away too.

“Yes,” he replied.

“You like the way it feels?”

“Yes,” Josh replies again like a pouty teenager but then he is only nineteen.

“You jerk off in mirror while you wear it?”

He cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“You do,” I said knowingly.

His eyes darted around the room as if looking for someone to save him. “Yes, I do.”

“You like feeling that tight material molded to your hard, ripped muscles. The ones I gave you. You like the way it looks, showing off every cut, every bulge of muscle. You like the way it shows off your ass. You like the way people look at you. You’re a sexy fucker.”

Josh swallowed hard, embarrassed that I knew what he was thinking.

“Yeah. I do,” he whispers like someone is listening in.

“I know you do. I felt the same way. The other heroes feel like that too,” I assure him. “Admit another thing, fuckboy. You like my suit.”

He’s visibly upset I called him a fuckboy again but doesn’t act on it. “I do like your suit.”

“Tell me what you like about it,” I ask.

“I like the color,” he said.

“Yeah? You like navy blue?” I ask with mock interest. “Tell me. What else do you like about it.”

“I like the way it fits your body,” he replies nervously.

“What else?”

“The lines. It shows off your… your muscle,” he said swallowing hard.

“And do you like my… muscle?” I asked with a sensual tone.

“I do.” He takes a deep breath and sighs like he’s just got something off his shoulders. “You’re jacked. Solid. Masculine. The boots are tough looking. It’s…sexy.”

“You think I’m sexy,” I say again with a sensual tone, running a finger up the cleft in his chest.

“I do. You’re sexy as fuck,” he replied still uneasy in a hushed tone almost like he’s hypnotized.

I put my hand on his bulge, squeezed a bit. He took in a breath and just as quickly I took my hand away. He opened his eyes and looked at me confused.

“Next month, lose the cape. It looks ridiculous,” I said as a throw away.

I had edged him and now he knew it. I had control. I wasn’t going to give him what he wants. Not today. He turned to the window and pulled back the drapes. He turned back once more to give me a look of contempt. In a rush of wind, he shot out the window and streaked across the skyline.

I shut the window and returned to the bedroom. I looked at myself in the full-length wall mirror. I ran my hands over my crazy ripped muscled body. I ran a hand through my thick brown hair. I stared into my blue eyes, my model-handsome face and smiled. It was a devious smile but I’m still one of the good guys. A good guy who happens to have cum that can make a dude into a superhero.

My body started to tingle. The hair raised on the back of my neck. My cock became hard and pointed up to the ceiling. I got goosebumps on my arms and legs. I felt an electricity buzzing around my body. This is what happens after fucking one of my heroes. I’m their battery and they are mine. My eyes glow bright blue. My arms raise. I levitate off the floor and hang in space. My suit magically whips off my body, leaving me naked. The hiss of electricity becomes louder, small bolts of lightning trickle over my body, spinning around my muscles. My eyes shoot blue light and with a loud groan, my cock shoots a string of thick cum up onto the ceiling. My body slowly rotates, still glowing, still buzzing. At last my body slowly sinks to the floor. My body stops glowing, my eyes return to normal. My body is bigger, more ripped, more masculine. I become more handsome if that’s possible. Just like my heroes gain their strength from me when I fuck them, I gain strength and longevity from their energy as well. Fucking them gives them superpowers. Fucking them gives me more power.

I turn and lifted a hand and directed it towards my closet. It opens. A towel drifts through the air and into my hand. I wipe the sweat from my forehead. A water bottle zips across the room, I grab it without looking and take a drink. I look around the room and out the window. I decided to grab a bite to eat from the kitchen.

I swear every time Josh shows up for his injection, he pisses me off. He’s so fucking entitled. I gave him a new body, a better face, a new purpose. I even gave him his new suit. I let him have some input, but I designed it. The cape was not my idea.

I was right, though. He hadn’t changed. I thought he would once he’d received his abilities. But he just got worse. He flirted with me and made me think I might have a chance with him. I never did. I was so attracted to him; I couldn’t say no. He was a hot guy, but I really wanted to see him transform. The transformation process was a huge, almost, fetish for me. Watching a guy’s body change, getting taller, getting broader, becoming more handsome. It was spank material.

Josh will be back. And he’ll be back sooner than thirty days. No matter. I have two other heroes to power up tonight and tomorrow. They too are reluctant about getting fucked but, like Josh, they’re addicted to their powers and addicted to my cock.