The Super Jock Sluts

A Rooftop Somewhere

With a leg hiked up onto the building’s brick ledge and the ring being tightly gripped in his right hand, Duke’s thoughts were on the city as he glanced out across the various rooftops and streetlight-lit roads of Stone Heights. The neighborhood wasn’t as crime-ridden as Oldtown or Portes, but Duke knew that someone shouldn’t be walking around at night by themselves. 

Duke knew that he couldn’t be a hero like Flyby or Scorch, diverting crashing planes, and preventing disasters, but instead doing good deeds where they mattered the most and letting it all snowball together. It was his hope that maybe the people living in “the Stone” could feel just a little bit safer from what he would do, and despite knowing that the task would be difficult and take a while, Duke was determined to use the powers he got from the ring to good use. 

Duke stepped back from the edge and slipped off his jockstrap as the ring gave off an vibrating buzz, tossing the discarded underwear into a black and red duffel--one side was embroidered with a white solid “WA Wrestling” logo, which he always brought along with him for these nightly incursions. Without the jock, Duke was left in the buff with only the dim moonlight casted on his dark brown, athletic physique. 

Duke brought the small dull gray object as it glowed a faint orange yellow towards the soft seven inches hanging heavily over his cum-filled balls. Although the size of the ring clearly couldn’t fit around Duke’s thick girth, it mysteriously increased in circumference, until it was perfect for Duke to securely wear around his dick. Still the glow and the size changes weren’t the strangest thing for Duke when it came to the ring. 

If anything it had to be the vibrations and beating pulses, almost like a heartbeat that made Duke believe that it was alive. Both Duke and Robbie were clueless on the origins of the ring, Duke believed that the ring was of alien origin, but Robbie theorized that the ring was a mystical item. But both knew that the ring was powerful and had to be kept a secret, no matter what. 

Right as he was about to slip the ring on, his phone loudly buzzed and chirped bringing him out of his focused headspace. 

What the fuck? Duke thought, snatching up his phone from the duffel bag as the lock screen showed a smiling photo of his Uncle Joshua. Quickly, Duke answered the phone. 

“Hey Unc, sorry about not--” Duke said swiftly but was just as swiftly cut off by his uncle. 

“D!? Jesus fucking christ, I’m glad you’re okay. You don’t know how close I was to calling the police. Where are you? Are you with Robbie or Jamal maybe?” Question after question was yelled into Duke’s ear, who had to pull the phone back and away from his head, before saying something back. 

“Everything’s alright,” Duke said, trying his best to come up with a believable lie. “I was with Robbie and my phone died…and no one had a charger so---” 

“Duke, Duke, Duke. It’s fine, I’m just glad you’re alright and not…you know.” Joshua interrupted again, but this time with a sigh. 

The ring vibrated in Duke’s hand, but he tried his best to ignore it. 

“Yeah, I’ll be home tomorrow evening if that’s okay?”

“Sure D, but let me know when you get to school and when you leave, maybe if I get off of my shift early we can go out to eat somewhere.” 

Duke smirked and ruffled his hair with a free hand, “Maybe that Indian place in East Beach?” 

Joshua chuckled in response, “Of course…oh!” 

The ring buzzed again, although this time with some intensity, but Duke was able to reply with a “What?” 

“I forgot to let you know that you got a weekend appointment--Saturday at 11:30 with Dr. De Luca.” 

“Oh ok, but I got to go now, Robbie is calling for me in the other room. He wants me to watch this new movie he found, so I gotta deal with that.” 

“No problem D, I love you, bye.” 

“Love you too, bye.” And with that the call ended, although the ring continued to buzz and vibrate away. 

Duke sighed, pocketing the phone back into the duffel bag. 

He always felt bad, lying to his uncle, but knew that he was ultimately protecting him from the chaotic life of a superhero and whatever kind of enemies he would make, sooner or later. 

Let’s do this… And with that final thought, Duke slid the ring down his veiny shaft, until he felt the smooth metallic surface rubbing up against his closely-shaved pubes. He waited for a moment for the transformation to being, having not yet gotten completely used to the process. 

Another moment passed and nothing, Duke shifted on his feet and then---

A surge of intense, tingly, bone-chilling, but at the same time red hot adrenaline rushed through his bloodstream that made curled his toes, made goosebumps form, his nipples went stiff and now stuck out like two thumbs on his pecs, the once flaccid appendage in between his muscular thighs was rock hard and throbbing. 

He groaned in a mix of pleasure and pain, each sound coming out as a deep growl that made him even harder--he was loving every second of the transformation. 

“Fuck…” He growled as the feeling of the transformation was a bittersweet mix of pain and pleasure, and Duke was loving it. 

His bones stretched and grew, muscles flexed and expanded in size as they became more corded and veiny; he went from looking like an above-average wrestler to a bodybuilder, although not even close to Coach Reyes’ levels. 

Duke’s arms, biceps, lats, arms, and gut all became bigger--the overall muscle mass of his physique increased within moments. The once six-pack abs were an eight-pack now, but however impressive and cut they looked was being greatly overshadowed by the two mounds of muscle tit flesh above. 

His perky pecs were meatier, bulkier with engorged areolas and nipples an inch and a half thick, sticking out from the beefy mounds like thumbs. He raised his hands up and gave them a slight flick, instantly yelping and falling to the ground; they were sensitive as fuck and his dick responded to all of the tantalizing sensations, Duke didn’t think that his dick could get any harder. 

The phat, perfectly round bubble butt on his behind doubled in size, jutting out even further and looked like a perfect mix of grotesque plastic surgery and natural genetics. His waist was tight and thin, giving him an hourglass figure and that look was amplified by the sheer incredible size of the teen’s muscular thunder thighs. 

The final phase of the transformation was most definitely Duke’s favorite, because it would be the closest to actually cumming that he would get. The first time he experienced his dick increasing, not just in size, but also length was incredibly weird and intense. It felt like an invisible force was at the same time tugging and blowing his cock up with air. 

He tried his best to look past his hanging muscle tits, while his erection grew before his very eyes with every passing second. Quickly going from the previous, though still superb 9.5 inches to a staggering 12 inches--a fucking foot long precum spewing sausage. Duke had to wait for a few moments, before he could stand back up onto his feet as the ecstasy of everything washed over him. 

I want to cum so FUCKING bad! He thought with clear need.  

His unbelievably large cock swung in between his corded, muscular legs along with a low-hanging, apple-sized pair of balls that were definitely overfilled with thick, dense cum. A big vein ran up the underside of his newly transformed cock, ending right before the cherry red cockhead--exposed by the pulled back foreskin. 

Then before Duke could do anything else, the ring vibrated again but a lot more intensely, sending it directly to his taint but most importantly to the tight little knot deep within his hole. 

He moaned like a bitch in heat, throwing his head back as he uncontrollably let loose a big viscous squirt of precum onto the gravel. 

Then, right before the whole transformation was finally over, an orange and red leather harness with black studs all over instantly shot out of the ring, wrapping tightly around Duke’s augmented physique; one wrapped around his slender waist creating a belt, while the others formed an “A” across his chest. The leather straps felt cool and rubbed against his oversensitive nipples making it feel like someone was constantly teasing and keeping him on edge. 

Duke looked over himself, flexing the transformed muscles on his new body, making his hands into fists and watching the veins pop almost out of his dark brown skin; he almost didn’t want to touch the low hanging appendage--which looked more like a third leg but couldn’t resist. He could easily grip the beast, and if he absolutely tried, could definitely suck himself off. That perverted idea made him smirk and his balls churn. 

He jumped onto the brick ledge of the building once more, looking out across the rooftops and streets of the neighborhood, but this time was able to see perfectly with his newfound powers. Turning his head and focusing onto the tiniest sounds, he heard a tussle happening at least three blocks away to the east and it definitely sounded like someone was in trouble. 

Cracking his neck and stretching his muscles, he leaped off of the building thinking to himself, Time for Apex to go to work. 

---

3 Hours Later 

Duke grunted softly as he effortlessly leaped the gap between two buildings, landing on his hands and feet before taking off to jump again to the next building.

He was having a pretty productive night, having stopped a handful of robberies--most of which were at a chain of convenience stores, while the last couple were local offices. The would-be robbers were both completely surprised and aroused at seeing this overly-muscular vigilante, barely clothed with his dick swinging all out. It was definitely a sight to see and no one’s dick was soft, after being quickly defeated by Duke. 

The biggest and scariest looking ones offered their numbers to the strapping hero, which made Duke chuckle as he thought back to it. 

Not only would the bad guys he stopped be turned on by his presence, but so would the innocent citizens he helped out. Instantly thinking of this very nerdy looking teen he met earlier that night, who hugged him tight and began to grind into his body, eventually doing it so much that the teen brought himself to a messy climax. Duke wished he could fuck the teen, but knew that the ring wouldn’t let him empty his balls, unless he took it off. But that would mean risking his secret identity which was an automatic no-no. 

Right as he landed onto another building’s roof, he snapped his head to the side hearing some unusual sounds.

It sounds like more than one person, maybe two or three--no it was definitely two people. I hope it’s a fight and not a struggle… Duke picked apart the noise, pausing long enough to hear two elevated heartbeats. 

He began to follow the direction that the alerting noise was coming from, getting closer to a parking garage on the corner of Worthington Road and Alvarez Ave. It was darker inside of the concrete structure, but Duke could easily see inside and spotted something happening on the second level from the top. 

Suddenly, he heard someone yell out something that made him spring into action: “FUCK! OH FUCK! STOP--DON’T--STOP-- AHHHHH!!!” 

Duke steeled himself and ran like a blur up the spiral ramp, following the smell of sweat and the sounds of grunts and skin smashing against skin. He went to turn to the left, but paused and then went right before turning back around. 

Fuck, it’s the echo of this place. It’s confusing me, can't waste anymore time. Duke decided to forget using his super hearing to his advantage and instead focused on smell, realizing that the smell was getting much more intense behind him. 

As he got closer, he heard a harsh smack and then aggressive whispering, “Shut up, you want someone to hear?!?” 

Duke peered around a corner, seeing two men grappling against the side of a car. The taller one had a mop of curly black hair, pale white skin, and broad shoulders--although Duke could tell that he was thin underneath the all-black fit he had on. The other one, much shorter by at least a few inches, was equally as pale by his hairless white legs exposed due to his jeans being around his ankles. Duke couldn’t really tell what he looked like, but they both had dark black hair. 

The other guy yelled out again as the taller one grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled back, “AH FUCK--SHIT!!” 

A harsh smack was followed along with a whispered “Shut up!” in an attempt to hush him up, but the smack made the shorter one shout louder. 

Duke had to will himself to move forward and remove the hand that had fallen down to his crotch, rushing at the assailant and yanking hard on the collar of the man’s black denim jacket. 

He threw the guy backwards on the hard concrete floor of the garage, drawing a confused and angry yell from him. 

“What the--what the fuck asshole?!” He laid there on the floor, his hard dick pointing straight up. 

Duke almost blanked out right there, forcing his eyes to tear away from the guy’s eight inch-long prick. The tip was dark red and wet with pre. 

Grabbing the guy’s collar, bringing him up close, Duke pulled his arm back to strike at the guy, but stopped when he heard the other one yell at him from behind. 

“Leave him alone, he’s my boyfriend!” 

Boyfriend? Oh shit…

Duke felt like an idiot, misinterpreting what was happening and was now the flustered one. 

“I’m so sorry.” He dropped the guy, who landed onto the ground with a thud.  

The other guy ignored him, only rushing around Duke to make sure that his boyfriend was alright. He had pulled up his pants, although had forgotten to buckle his belt and was repeatedly having to hoist them back up as they slipped down. 

“You ok, August?” He asked out of concern, crouching down beside him. 

“Yeah…I’m good, just help me up Percy.” August replied, keeping his gaze on the apologetic seeming, basically nude assailant there. 

Jesus Christ, this guy is built like a brick shithouse. Definitely glad Perc stepped in when he did. August thought, his anger disappeared as his gaze traveled downwards toward Duke’s massive dick. 

Percy was, at first, only focused on August but now that he was fine, he had begun to notice how fucking hot the douchebag standing in front of them was. 

Duke felt like shit and had the overwhelming urge to make right this wrong. He started to walk towards them, but the couple moved away still unsure of the tall dark hunk with the low hanging shaft who attacked them. 

Duke paused as they did that, silently understanding that maybe it would be best if he left. 

“Again…I’m sorry to the both of you--I…I just thought you needed help,” Duke gestured towards Percy, then began to rub the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed and ashamed at what he did. “I thought he was attacking you, but clearly I was wrong and I’m sorry about that.” 

“I’ll go…sorry again.” Duke turned and began to walk away, but was stopped by the couple. 

Although they both wouldn’t realize what was happening to their bodies, due to being in close contact with Duke, they felt an intense desire to stop their mysterious attacker from leaving. Previously, both were completely fine with him leaving them both alone, but now they had to stop him. 

“Hey, don’t go.” August replied, grabbing Duke’s arm and turning him back around. “You’re cool dude, I just got a little…heated.” 

Being this close to him was making August extremely hard, which was strange since he had lost most of his hard-on after whoever this guy had showed up, but it was returning with a vengeance. To make things even weirder, August had to repress a moan that was attempting to escape his throat as soon as he laid a hand on the bulky man. The same was happening to Percy, who was missing the feeling of having something long, wide, and throbbing stuffed deep into his clean-shaven asshole. 

“Maybe you can apologize another way…” Percy left the rest of that open-ended, just pulling down his pants and bending over the trunk of their car, teasingly shaking his lily white ass from side to side. 

Duke’s mouth almost dropped, briefly confused on this sudden turn of emotions, then realized that his “musk” was back at work.

“Uhhhh what? I’m sorry, but I can’t--nnngh fuck!” Duke was abruptly cut off by August’s sneaky fingers as they grasped his stiff left nipple, giving it a sharp pinch. 

“Come onnnnnn man! I mean you flung me against the ground and then when my guy wants--no practically tells you to fuck his tight little boypussy, you’re gonna say ‘No’?” August shook his head, while stroking up and down over the bulge in his jeans--a wet spot of precum already there. 

“That’s bullshit man, now you said that you’re sorry and all, but I really think what is going to solve this problem is you getting our rocks off. Now I definitely want to feel those big dick-sucking lips around my cock.” 

Everything that August was saying--and doing, having gone from pinching, one of his more egregious areas, to twisting and tugging on his nipple was driving Duke crazy. He tried to fight off the pleasure coursing through his body, but he began to pant with arousal as the ring around his dick vibrated madly, almost like it needed this. 

Duke decided then and there to give into the pleasure and the urge to suck this lean stud off, dropping to his knees and practically ripping the front of August’s jeans clean off. 

No time wasting trying to pull or get that zipper down, I need that cock in my mouth pronto! Duke had forgotten he was in this enhanced state and instead of having August’s thin, but lengthy pecker smack him in the face, it smacked into his neck. 

August laughed for a brief moment, but his breath was taken away as Duke swallowed him right down to the root. Pressing his nose firmly against August’s buzzed pubes. 

“Holy fucking--Jesus fuck! Goddamn bitch!!” August yelled, instinctively placing his hands on the back of Duke’s head and beginning to face fuck him. 

Duke wasn’t bothered by August’s show of initiative, but instead it turned him on and decided to let August guide the direction of his superhuman mouth. 

August began to pick up speed of the face fuck, Duke effortlessly taking the quick pounding against the back of his throat, while spit dribbled down his chin and onto the ground. Eventually Duke fell into a steady rhythm of slithering his tongue around August’s not so wide shaft, like he was licking a cone of swirled ice cream, when he was the furthest down the piece of meat in his mouth. But when he pulled back, he was flicking his fat wide pink tongue from side to side across August’s uncut cockhead. 

Percy had begun to feel left out of the action, moving away from the car and coming to stand next to Duke and August. Not wanting his own painful erection to go without having a chance inside Duke’s mouth, he started to poke his modest uncut five inches at the side of the hunk’s head like he was begging in a perverted way. 

Duke responded quickly and quietly, pulling off of August without breaking a sweat and swallowed Percy down to the bone. Then, a new routine began between all three of Duke switching back and forth, swiftly bringing the couple to an early orgasm and to make matters worse, Duke used his free hand to finger fuck the couple’s pussies at the same time. 

“That’s the fucking spot…fuck.” Percy groaned followed by August. 

The two urged Duke to saw a couple more thick fingers in between their cheeks and increase the pressure on their prostates. If this was kept up, Duke would’ve been fisting the two horny men if they didn’t bust in his mouth in record time. 

Duke wasn’t having much trouble switching back and forth, using his superhuman reflexes to make sure neither cock was left unattended for too long, always keeping their shafts shoved deep into his warm, wet mouth. 

Neither wanted the fun to end, but Duke’s mouth…and hole were unforgiving and cum hungry, needing fresh batches of the vicious creamy substance. Pulling off of Percy’s cock, his chin covered in spit and pre, he uttered out a command that August instantly followed: “FUCK ME NOW, BOY!” 

Forgetting at the last second that he should probably lube up the strangely-dressed bodybuilder, August was surprised to learn that the man was already ready to go. 

Fucking cum slut, probably got stuffed with cum earlier. Fuck it’s going to be hot to add to his creampie.

August wanted to savor fucking this cumslut muscle man, but the second his cockhead bumped up against the stud's tight ass lips, they had a mind of their own, coming alive and puckering outwards. He was pulled in instantly, going so deep into Duke's hungry cunt that he had to grab onto the hunk's hips to stop himself. 

August came within milliseconds, in a frustrating, humiliating fashion ruining his plans to draw this out. 

“Nooo--nngh ahhhh!!! Fuck!” August exclaimed, clearly annoyed at himself for cumming so early, but decided to let it happen and enjoyed the feeling of his dick being milked by Duke’s black bouncy bubble butt. 

Percy wasn’t too far behind, pushing backwards onto Duke’s four fingers that were wedged deep in between his cute perky ass, thrusting onto them harshly, before filling Duke’s mouth with a salty load. 

Duke didn’t mind the watery consistency of Percy’s cum, just happily slurping it down and continuing to suck on the guy’s now softening dick. He pulled off after a little while, but quickly grabbed onto the man’s waist when he noticed Percy’s knees wobbling, still feeling the ecstatic aftereffects of his orgasm. 

August was, likewise, feeling the long-lasting effects of Duke’s magical entrance and rested against him--breathing hard with sweat formed on his brow as he counted how many muscles Duke had on his defined back. Although, it wasn’t the longest ass fucking he had been apart of, it was definitely one of the more pleasurable ones and knew that he would think back to this when he wanted to rub one out. 

Duke carefully pulled off August's dick, not having to worry about leaving a trail of cum if his pussy was gaping, since superhuman durability meant that it closed back up tight, like Duke’s own natural buttplug. He ignored the soft protests from the both of them as he rose from the ground, along with the tiny vocal voice that wanted Duke to milk the couple completely dry, until they begged him to stop. 

He almost gave in, but stopped himself reasoning that the night was still long and that there were people out there in need of non-dick sucking help, and added bonus, the ring’s frenzied buzzing had lessened to a dull drone of low vibrations. Still the intensity of it earlier during the impromptu spit roasting session, was borderline agonizing; having to deal with the snug sentient metal hoop basically stimulating Duke towards an orgasm that would never come. 

Duke almost went to leave, but knew that the couple would be in their vulnerable state for a little while longer and decided to make sure that they wouldn’t get actually mugged or raped in the dark parking garage. 

Helping August to his unsteady feet, he fished the guy’s car keys out of his jean pocket and unlooked the car door, placing him in the backseat. Then he did the same to Percy, but on the other side before making sure that the car was locked from the inside, slipping the keys back into August’s back pocket. He almost said something, but saw that the two were passed out, peacefully and softly snoring next to each other. 

Duke smiled at their cuteness, wishing he had his phone to snap a photo--but was then abruptly brought out of his distracted thoughts by numerous nearby yells with one in particular more prominent out of the rest. 

“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP! HE STOLE MY BIKE!!” 

Duty calls. Duke thought, as he focused on the task at hand, leaping over the rail that encircled that level of the parking garage, landing without injury from the tall height onto the street below and running in the direction of the commotion.

---

5 Minutes Later 

Duke chased after the perpetrator, who had manhandled a bike and some packages from a visibly distressed delivery man, who looked less like an adult and more like a teen with large light brown eyes that were magnified by the round, thick-rimmed black glasses he wore on his round, cherub face. Those big bright eyes were welling up with tears that threatened to spill down his reddened cheeks, but surprisingly didn’t. He wore a loose-fitting green t-shirt that had his delivery company’s logo and name on it, along with some dark green cargo shorts. His short, buzzed hair was hidden by a baseball cap also sporting his employers’ logo. 

It didn’t take long to chase down the guy, leaping in front of him and clotheslining the prick right off the bike, which went crashing into a pile of trash bags and cans. The grizzled, now dizzy man’s shoes came flying off and the gun--which Duke instantly noticed was empty, went skidding across the wet pavement. The man attempted to scramble for it, but Duke just easily grabbed the waistband of boxer briefs he was wearing and lifted him into a painful suitcase wedgie. 

Duke walked back to the delivery boy with the perp, hanging by his stretched out boxer, in one hand and the bike in the other. The guy just wouldn’t stay quiet, yelping and begging for Duke to let him go. 

“Here you go ki--I mean sir.” Duke caught himself before he made a mistake, mentally reminding himself that this very young looking guy, wasn’t a day short of 15 years old and was older than that. Although staring at the dude’s patchy beard and hearing his scratchy, high-pitched nasally voice wasn’t helping him at all. 

The guy was relieved and very grateful, grabbing the bike and making sure that all of the five white parcel packages were undamaged and secure in the back bike rack. As the guy rattled off a few “thank yous” and “you don’t know how much of a lifesaver you ares”, Duke couldn’t help but notice something off-putting by the packages the guy had, especially honing in on a green logo that looked oddly familiar to him. 

Then it hit him, the logo was from a medical company--although Duke couldn’t exactly remember what the company made or sold, just that he saw a package with that same logo sitting on his uncle’s office. Duke assumed that his uncle used it for his practice. 

Now his suspicion was raised and he sniffed at the air, focusing past the sweat, the slightly bad-breath from the kid and the guy Duke still had uncomfortably hoisted up, and the other normal smells of the urban city street, he could smell something strange--although he was unsure of how to describe it. 

It was sweet and nutty but bitter and sharp all at the same time. If the logo on the side of the packages hadn’t raised his suspicions even higher, he would’ve assumed that they contained some sort of baked good.

If only I had x-ray vision like Ultimate Man. Duke wished and decided that he had to follow the boy, just to quell the feeling of this kid being up to no good. 

Duke decided to keep to the rooftops, so that the darkness of the sky and being so high up, out of the delivery boy’s line of sight, would give him a twofold advantage over the kid. The boy kept turning down random streets and dark alleyways, almost convincing Duke that he was somehow caught and this was just a brilliant ploy to mislead the superhero. 

Where is this guy going? 

Duke’s question was eventually answered as the kid slowed down and stopped inside of a fenced off construction lot, which hugged the Belasco River--the only major river in Millennium City. It had been abandoned some years ago by corrupt and greedy development investors who promised to build a new, modern apartment complex for middle and lower-income families, but unfortunately that never happened. Now it was a half-finished building dominated by graffiti, vines, rust, and homeless people. 

At this point, watching and following from the rooftops was pointless with the kid out of his own line of sight and Duke quickly scrambled down the building’s fire escape, hopping from each level until he landed onto the wet ground--dirty oily water splashing against his legs. 

He silently crossed the street, almost like he floated across the black asphalt, running so fast and then slipped past the fence, through a hole someone had cut into the twisted metal. It didn’t take long to find the kid, who had rode his bike into a lower part of the lot, a large metal tube sticking out of the dirt along with some random rebar pieces here and there. 

Duke crouched down inside of a horizontal concrete tube, peering over the side as a all-black, sleek SUV drove into the lot. The car parked in a line near the delivery boy, who was clearly nervous, chewing and biting his full pink lips, when he wasn’t biting at his already red, chewed up fingernails. 

The kid abruptly stopped as the doors to the SUV opened and two hulking men with buzzcuts and black and white suits stepped out of the vehicle. One of them marched to the back car door, opening it so a man of shorter stature but similar physical fitness could step out. Duke could see that he was clearly a distinguished, older man with no hair, a carefully trimmed white beard, and crystal blue eyes that somehow shone in the dim darkness of the night. He wore a dark blue suit that looked very expensive and skunk of a horrible cologne that made Duke want to sneeze like crazy. 

The kid stood up straight from the bike, staring straight ahead as the man approached, not making a sound even when the man’s manicured masculine hand landed firmly on the kid’s shoulder. 

“So, how is the Big Boss’s favorite messenger?” The man asked in a slightly European accent that Duke couldn’t pinpoint, it didn’t seem entirely British nor entirely American, a weird in-between that kept going in and out as he continued to speak. 

Before the kid could answer, the man went on talking, “That was a rhetorical question, some of my eyes and ears out here said that you were almost robbed, until a certain local hero helped you out of that potential, life-threatening jam?” 

His seemingly calm, collected self was beginning to crack under the anxiety of potentially causing his superiors to be mad at him. He stuttered out a short reply, “Y-y-yep…” 

“Well hopefully whoever it was didn’t follow you--now! Show me what you’ve brought for me today.” The man clapped his hands together, while the kid whipped around and handed one of the packages off of the bike to him. 

The man in the suit snapped a finger, which summoned one of the huge guards to step forward, dwarfing the kid who had to crane his neck to stare at the muscle man. 

The guard stuffed his hand into his pocket and produced a switchblade, cutting open the package, before handing it back to the man in the suit. The man grabbed a plastic bottle out of the box, turning it over in his hand before unscrewing the cap and shaking out one white pill. 

The man held the pill in his hand, then turned around to his silent guard, “Can you believe that this single...little...pill in my hand, can cause the downfall of an entire city--that normal people will go crazy over just a pill.” The man began to chuckle after finishing this monologue. 

He paused and then handed the pill to the guard, who quietly took it before silently staring back at his employer. 

“Eat it,” The man turned back to the kid. “Gotta make sure that Rocky isn’t trying to scam us or anything.” 

The guard hesitated for a split second, then dry swallowed the pill clearing his throat after finishing the deed. 

A minute or two passed before any effects were noticed, first, by the guard tugging at his collar and then by the large--no enormous dickprint that appeared snaking down his pant leg. 

“What the fuck?” Duke muttered under his breath, his hole twitching at the sight of the bulky guard’s massive trouser snake. 

The guard was really starting to feel it now, breathing heavily as sweat poured down his face while he tried to undress, tearing at his clothes with an intense aggression. All of a sudden, the guard finally said something, moaning out a loud drawn out “FUCK” as his cock unloaded over and over again into his pants. A large, spreading cum stain appeared on the front of his pants and didn’t seem to be stopping any time soon. 

Duke guessed that the intensity of the man’s load was too much and he collapsed onto the ground in a heap, panting and sweating more than ever. In a final act of desperation, the guard ripped his suit apart and then tore the sweat-soaked wife beater off of his chiseled, bulging torso. 

The guard’s pecs were heaving up and down with two stiff nipples sticking straight out that it was a wonder no one could see them earlier. 

The man in the suit clapped his hands together and giggled like a captivated schoolgirl, “Excellent kid, we will take the rest of the pills and Rocky will receive a hefty check from you know who.” 

Duke decided that that  was probably the right moment to speak up and stepped out from his hiding place. 

“I don’t think so.” Duke boomed in his deep bass voice, drawing all eyes over to him. 

“Who the fuck are you?” The man in the suit questioned, looking confused, annoyed, and suspicious that the kid had double-crossed him. He looked the muscular Adonis up and down, not staring particularly long on the scantily-clad hero’s junk. 

“I’m…Apex.” Duke replied, standing in a classic superhero pose of his hands on either side of his thin waist, perky chest pushed out. Well that was pretty corny. 

It seemed the man in the suit thought the same way, “Sssssuuuuurrrreeeee you are…well okay the, do you two think you can take care of this for me? I have a rather busy night ahead of me.” 

The man in the suit directed his two guards to attack the hero, while he grabbed some of the packages from the kid’s bike. 

Duke began to rush towards the man in the suit, while the other guard pulled out his gun and fired, and that was where everything went into slow motion. 

The gun fired slowly with a burst of light coming out of the muzzle, soon followed closely behind by the bullet as it soared through the air at Duke. He sidestepped it, then flipped over the next bullet that the man fired at him, landing behind him and cracking him atop the head before he knew what hit him. Once he was knocked unconscious, Duke sauntered over to the other stocky man, grabbing a handful of his wet rock hard package--drawing such a loud, intense moan of pure pleasure that he just passed out. 

Duke grinned then turned to the man in the suit, who was running toward the SUV trying to get away but he wouldn’t get far. 

Why do they always try to run? 

Duke reacted quickly, looking around and then spotted a random piece of rebar laying nearby, grabbing it tightly and pausing for a moment to aim, before throwing it like a spear. It pierced the rear right tire of the SUV, making it go flat and leaving little escape for the man in the suit. 

The man stopped in his tracks, dropping the packages in his hands and tried to turn back towards the kid’s bike, but the delivery boy was already riding away. 

Before he could do anything else, Duke grabbed him by the front of his shirt, lifting him up into the air and slamming him against the side of the SUV. Now that they were face to face--or rather face to chest, the man had to crane his neck all the way up just to stare at the hero’s chiseled face. 

The man groaned, “You know when you slam someone against the side of a vehicle, maybe give them a bit of a heads up warning, because my back is going to be killing me later.” 

Duke glared at the man, slamming him again, “Shut the fuck up, I’m going to ask you some simple questions and then you’re going to answer them, got it?” 

The man was silent, only smirking. 

“I will say right now--Apex is it? If you’re trying to attempt to intimidate me with this show of force, it’s not going to work buddy.” It seemed that the man was right, his heartbeat was impressively normal and he showed no outward signs of being nervous or stressed. Not even being in close proximity to Duke was causing him to be affected by his musk. 

What am I gonna do? What are you going to do, Duke? Think! Think! He hastily thought, trying to come up with something that could trip up this dude. 

Then something sprung into his mind, it was pretty perverted but would definitely work. 

Keeping a firm hand against the center of the man’s chest, Duke slowly lowered to his knees, rubbing the man’s dick through his pants. 

“What are you doing?” The man was confused, unsure of what the hero was going to do. 

“Just trying something else out here…” Duke didn’t say much after that, letting his mouth do most of the non-verbal talking there. Once the man’s awakened cock was filling up with blood, Duke began to work his magic on the short, but thick sausage link that the man had in his pants. 

At first, the man didn’t even make a noise, just silently stood there trying his best to remain perfectly calm, but eventually he couldn’t resist how well this slutty stud was working his cock. Duke tongued at the piece of meat, hidden beneath the satin fabric, making a wet spot where the man’s cockhead was. 

“Ahhh--fuck.” The man muttered under his breath, making Duke mentally cheer at finally breaking through the man’s calm, collected exterior. 

Duke kept up the pressure, unbuckling the black leather belt from around the man’s waist, pulling it loose before lowering the man’s pants down around his calves. Like the rest of his clothes, he was wearing designer briefs although they had now become stained with precum and spit, being stretched by the straining, uncomfortable looking cock trapped behind them. 

Duke teasingly tsked, “Oh god, looks like you definitely need my help…but that’s if you give me something in return of course.” 

The man grumbled, then nodded his head silently confirming that he would be grateful in return if the hero provided him some relief. Duke smirked, then pulled the man’s briefs down letting his dick swing free--it wasn’t any longer than six inches but was slightly thicker than the man’s own wrist. He really wanted to slurp and suck it down, but knew that he had much more important things to deal with. 

He stuck his tongue out, just lightly letting it flick across the man’s red, circumcised cockhead, then began to question the man. 

“What’s your name?” 

Silence, except for small moans and groans that escaped his throat. 

Duke grabbed onto the man’s low hangers, giving them a harsh squeeze. 

“FUCK!” The man yelped, while Duke kept the pressure up. 

“FUCK! OK! OK--ahhh! I’ll tell you--just stop!” The man begged in between groans. 

Duke obliged but kept his grip around the cum-filled nutsack. 

“The name’s Weir…” The man replied hoping that it would be enough for the hero to let go of his balls. 

“What were those pills?” 

Weir decided that giving up that information wouldn’t be too big of a deal, but he didn’t answer back fast enough and received another crunch and yank to his precious jewels. 

“AHHHHH!” Weir exclaimed, instinctively throwing his hands right at his crotch to protect himself, but Duke effortlessly blocked him. 

Now the man was panting, a light bead of sweat forming on his bald head as his cock was leaking precum at a snail’s pace. It might’ve hurt like hell, but it was turning Weir on. 

“O-ok, ok, their Brotein supplements that have been…altered…” Weir trailed off but a threatening squeeze from Duke made him continue. 

“I don’t know the whole process, ok?! I just know that they make whoever takes them really, really aroused--like think of Viagra but times ten. You probably saw what happened to my dimwitted buddy over there?” Weir nodded his head in the direction of his unconscious, drooling bodyguard. 

“Imagine cumming handsfree or being able to stay erect for days.” 

Fuck, altered Brotein supplements…this could be the next biggest drug and could probably throw the city into chaos, I have to stop this. 

“How are you getting them into the city?” Duke growled, pressing only slightly with his hand. 

“T-there’s a shipment coming in Sunday night--and that’s all I know, if I did I would be dead by now.” Weir said, telling the truth. 

“Could you please let go of me now?” 

Duke figured that since the guy was doing such a good job throughout the interrogation, he should probably throw him a bone. 

Duke let go of Weir’s balls, hearing him let out a deep sigh but then sharply gasp as his cock was completely engulfed by the hero’s wet hot mouth. 

SLURP! SUCK! SUCK! 

“OOOOH!” Weir moaned loudly, his hands tightly balled up in fists. 

GURP! SLURP! SLUURPP! 

Duke worked Weir’s dick expertly, pausing every so often to just hear the older man’s breathy pleads to keep going. It made him grin around Weir’s meat and aggressively play with the man’s cockhead, flicking his tongue from side to side then around it, licking like it was a lollipop. Precum streamed all over Duke’s fat pink tongue, it tasted salty and musky which he didn’t mind one bit. 

He pulled back off of Weir’s dick and then took the man’s low hangers directly into his mouth, instantly tasting the salty sweat that had collected there. The wet slurping noises got louder as did Weir himself, groaning out, “Oh god, oh fucking god--ahhh!” 

With this new task, Duke knew that the older man was getting close to busting his load and decided that maybe he shouldn’t fully reward the guy. Knowing that Weir would be fully distracted just focusing on his cock and emptying his balls down a tall, handsome stud’s throat, Duke was able to rush like a blur over to the asleep guards, searching their pockets for something specific. 

“Yes!” Duke uttered, holding the handcuffs in his grip and running back over to Weir--swiftly cuffing the man’s arms behind his back. 

“HEY! What the fu--!” Weir began to exclaim, but Duke gagged his mouth with the now-ripped briefs that he once had on. He kept talking around the makeshift gag, which only resulted in muffled yells and begs for the hero to keep going. 

“Sorry about that Weir, but I just couldn’t in good conscience let you blow that load, especially when the cops find you in a little bit--it would just look weird you know? But don’t worry, maybe they’ll help you.” Duke replied as Weir glared at him. 

Duke handcuffed the two guards together, dragged their unconscious bodies over near Weir and the SUV, before leaving a call for 911 and shortly leaving. As he walked into a nearby dark alleyway, he examined the bottle of Brotein pills in his hand--having snatched it off of the ground where Weir dropped it in his haste, but failed escape. He thought that maybe if he borrowed some equipment from his uncle that he could study the pills and figure out where they could be manufactured, maybe halting whoever’s operations before the Sunday night shipment arrived. But for now, Duke just decided to continue his nightly patrol disappearing into the shadows with that last thought. 

In the sky, hovering silently, a perfectly round silver drone the size of a basketball went completely undetected by Duke’s superior senses. The front of it had a collection of four black dots in a diamond pattern and on the side of the drone was a single light gray ‘W’ in Gothic lettering. As Duke entered the alleyway out of sight, the drone beeped twice then shot into the sky and soared away. 

STAY TUNED FOR CH. 5!