SuperFlash and SuperJack: Days and Nights
(c) by the author 2016
(This is the sequel to SuperFlash and SuperJack: Genesis. which you can find below.}
“Lieutenant Edgemount,
time for you to do your thing. But this time keep it focused on the target.” Colonel
Cummings, the leader of the XXX Squad scowled at Jack. “We don’t want a repeat
of the SuperJack Fiasco.”
Jack snapped to attention. “Yes, Sir.” His crisp salute
belied the sudden stab of pain inside his guts. Dammit, would they never
forget? Would he never be able to live down the SuperJack Fiasco? One little mistake,
a minor fuck-up. That’s all it was. It wasn’t as if anyone had been harmed. True,
there had been a few fender-benders when the attention of male drivers strayed
from the road. But the LAE’s malpractice and collateral damage insurance had
covered that, and the guys in the Motor Pool had used their powers to smooth
out all the dents and touch up the paint.
Besides the operation had been successful. The female
members of the XXX Squad hadn’t been affected, and they had rounded up the bad
guys and hauled them off to Hardess Penitentiary. The only people who thought
it had been a fiasco were his nit-picking superiors in the League of the
Advantageously Endowed. Publicly they had to deplore the incident, but
privately even they had to admit that the LAE had received lots of favorable
publicity because of it. The story made all the newscasts—admittedly usually as
the day’s humorous anecdote at the close of the broadcast—and Twitter waxed
ecstatic over “SuperJack”—the nickname
one satisfied citizen had given him. The videos posted on YouTube and Tumblr
went viral. The most popular one was from a hidden camera at a gym catering to
competition-level body-builders. The sight of two dozen musclemen in the throes
of “a SuperJack orgasm” writhing around on the floor with their muscles
spasming, followed by gallons of cum spurting out of their supercharged cocks
and coating their glistening hard bodies, assorted exercise machines and
weights, the mirrors, and the ceiling, still garnered tens of thousands of hits
every day.
It wasn’t as if he meant to do it. It had been his first
field operation, and in his excitement at being part of the XXX Squad the
adrenalin had kicked in and he had become a bit overaroused. He had been aiming
for the culprits, but he forgot to concentrate, and every man within a mile
radius had experienced the full force of his powers, including all the male
members of the XXX Squad. The LAE had had to issue an official apology, and
there had been talk of a congressional inquiry. The only thing that had saved
him from a demotion had been the heartfelt testimonials of all the private
citizens “SuperJack” had zapped.
Colonel Cummings had called him into his office and
dressed him down for half an hour. But he had ended by saying, “We were lucky
this time, Lieutenant. What should have been a PR disaster worked in our favor.
I’m told that the chat on social media is 100 percent behind you. In fact, we’ve
been deluged with requests for live, in-person demonstrations of your
powers.” So it hadn’t been all bad.
Still, he didn’t want a repeat—although he suspected that some members of the Squad
were hoping he would forget himself and unleash another “fiasco.”
“Colonel, do we know what floor the Eel and his gang are
on?” Jack peered through the window of the Command Module at the abandoned building
the Eel had chosen as his hideout. The old factory looked like no one had been
inside it in years. Behind a sagging chain-link fence, weeds sprouted through
every crack in the asphalt of the parking lot. What windows weren’t broken were
covered with years of grime. Stray bits of paper and discarded plastic bags
littered the loading bays. It had taken the XXX Squad weeks to track the Eel
down. Now they had the gang the press were calling the Shock Brigade
surrounded. Crack troops of the elite squad guarded all exits, and the First
Aerial Platoon of the Squad circled the roof of the building.
The man reading the heat sensors looked up from his
monitor and said, “I’m reading warm bodies on all five floors.”
“Excuse me, Colonel,” said Jack, “at this distance, I’ll
have to use a wide beam. I could move closer, but then I won’t be able to hit
all of the Eel’s gang at once. But if I stay here, I’ll affect all the men on
the Squad between me and the building and probably most of those standing
behind it as well. Maybe you should order them to pull back. And you should
tell the male flyers to move up away from the roof, just to be safe.”
The Colonel thumbed his shoulder mike on. “Attention, all
detachments. This is Colonel Cummings speaking. I am about to order Lieutenant
Edgemount into action.”
A ragged cheer arose from the male members of the Squad
surrounding the building. Several of them exchanged high-fives before beginning
to unzip their pants.
“Calm down, men,”
ordered the Colonel. “All male Squaddies are to fall back. I repeat. All male
Squaddies withdraw behind the perimeter lines. All female Squaddies are to move
forward. All male flyers should remove themselves from the immediate vicinity. Come on, lads. Step
lively.”
“Colonel, this is Captain Symonds.” Symonds was trying to
sound cool and collected, but his voice betrayed his excitement. “Request permission
to stay with my detachment. I have several rookies who will need my support and
guidance.”
“Permission denied, Captain. We can’t have you being
incapacitated when Edgemount goes to work.”
“Colonel, Major LaBeouf here. I’d like to stay with my
detachment as well. A leader shouldn’t shirk his duties during combat. We need
to show our men that we’re with them and sharing their hard—”
“Gentlemen, get your asses away from the building. That
means all of you.” The Colonel was shouting now. “And that includes all you
flyboys. Don’t think I can’t see you hovering behind the heating ducts. One
hundred feet minimum between you and the roof. Now!”
The male members of the Squad reluctantly began to leave
their forward posts. None of them seemed to be in a hurry. When one man bent
over to retie his shoelaces, several of his comrades discovered their combat boots
were untied as well. The men were obeying Colonel Cumming’s order but
interpreting it loosely. Suddenly there was a shout from the building. The Eel
and his gang had been watching. The withdrawal of the male Squaddies had given
them hope that they could break out and escape the encirclement. They swarmed
out of every exit.
Colonel Cummings hadn’t become a leader by holding back.
“Now, Edgemount, now. Don’t wait for the men to get clear.”
Jack turned to the building and let loose with his
powers. Across the parking lot, all males instantly turned into blithering
idiots as the full force of Jack’s mental controls hit them. They tumbled to
the ground and arched their backs as their cocks were engulfed in the wet
sticky blow jobs and as monster cocks thrust into their asses and began
fucking. Within two seconds, moans and groans arose from all the men caught in
the beams of Jack’s thoughts.
The female Squaddies leaped into action and began
shackling the members of the Eel’s gang. They ignored their male colleagues.
The Colonel waited until the senior female indicated that all members of the
Shock Brigade were under control before turning to Jack. “Thank you, Lieutenant
Edgemount. That will be all. Good job. I’m glad to see that at least one male
around here can obey orders.”
As the effect of Jack’s powers ebbed, the male Squaddies
began picking themselves up off the pavement. Most of them had ejaculated, and
the fronts of their uniforms were drenched. “Disgraceful,” barked the Colonel.
“Get yourselves cleaned up. I want to see you in clean uniforms immediately.
Those of you who are fit for duty should begin escorting the prisoners to Tent
1. Lieutenant Orsino, report to Tent 1.”
Jack saluted the Colonel again and walked away. The
prisoners were being lined up before Tent 1. He saw Cal ambling over to the
tent and sent a thought his way. Nothing serious. “Just, I’m thinking of you,
Lieutenant Orsino, and there will be more later.” Cal would be busy for an hour
or so, processing the prisoners. A pair of female guards would escort each male
prisoner into the tent, where Cal waited with his cock out. As soon as the
prisoner saw it, he would instantly come under Cal’s control, and Cal would
order him to cooperate with his captors and behave himself. The transport vans
for Hardess Penitentiary would soon be filled with docile ranks of men looking
forward to their rehabilitation at the hands of “SuperFlash.”
The leaders of the XXX Squad discouraged nicknames, but
all the members of the Squad with more unusual powers had one. It was a mark of
respect and admiration from the less gifted. Once the gossip spread and it
became known that he and Cal were lovers, it had been a natural step to
christen SuperJack’s partner SuperFlash.
As Jack walked to the van that would transport him back
to headquarters, he passed a group of Squaddies sponging their uniforms off and
trying to erase the evidence of their recent orgasms. He was greeted with
whistles and cries of “Way to go, SuperJack.”
“Hey, babe, party at my place tonight. The hot tub’s ready.” and
“Thanks, Jack. Looking forward to seeing you tonight.”
Jack waved to acknowledge the applause. “Sorry, guys,
I’ve got something else planned for this evening.”
Mock groans of dismay arose from the crowd. “Some guys
have all the luck.”
Jack smiled to himself. He knew that they meant that Cal
was the lucky one, but they were wrong. He was the lucky one.
***
“He’s asked us over to his place?”
“Yes. He wants us to come over on Saturday evening.”
“Some sort of party, do you think?”
“No, it doesn’t sound like it. He said it was informal.
Just for drinks. I think it may be just the two of us.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I said I’d ask you and then text him back. He gave me
his private number.”
“You have the Director’s private number?”
Jack nodded yes. “So do you want to go?”
“We can’t say no.” Cal hugged Jack closer and whispered
into his ear, “We don’t want to disappoint the Director, do we?”
Things were working out so well. It had almost been too
easy. He had let Jack “rehabilitate” him. He had readily done everything the
LAE had asked without complaining or whining. He had helped cure all the men he
had enslaved and restored them to something approaching sanity. (Well almost
all of them. Every night a parade of men found some excuse to walk past the
house that Jack and he shared. Most of those were people hoping that they were
in range of Jack’s powers, but he recognized a few faces from his old days as a
supervillain. Some of his former menions apparently had not given up hope.) As
far as he could tell, his appointment to adjunct membership in the XXX Squad
with the brevet rank of lieutenant, assigned to the task of pacifying male
criminals, had been accepted at face value. Outwardly he had reformed. He was
almost a poster boy for the LAE—former master criminal now using his powers for
good and helping rid the world of villains.
Everybody was buying his act.
Plus there was Jack. Jack was an unexpected bonus, the
best part of his new life. He didn’t know why he continued to hold off on
enslaving Jack. They were together every night. It would have taken just one
small flash of his cock, and Jack would be totally his. He could easily program
Jack so that no one suspected. At least he thought he could. Jack hadn’t
reacted as other men did to his nipples. He still wasn’t sure whether Jack had
come under the spell of his supertits or whether Jack just liked to stare at
his pecs and suck on his thick nipples. When Jack used his powers on him, it
dampened his own powers, apparently just enough so that Jack could resist
becoming enslaved by his nipples, but not enough that Jack could resist
salivating at the sight of them. He didn’t know what the sight of his cock would
do to Jack. He wasn’t sure that he wanted to find out.
The sex with Jack was incredible, and he didn’t want to
risk losing that—at least not yet. Jack was full of surprises in bed. He was
constantly coming up with new ways to use his powers to increase their sexual
pleasure. Enslavement might destroy Jack’s initiative and inventiveness. That
had happened in the past. The men he had taken followed orders precisely. They literally
did only what they were told to do, and the last thing they could be accused of
having was initiative, let alone inventiveness. Part of the fun of being with
Jack was that Jack was so innovative. And he liked Jack. He liked talking with
him. He liked sitting beside him and holding hands. He liked working out and
jogging with Jack. Last weekend, to his surprise, he had realized that he even
liked grocery shopping with Jack. On several different occasions, he had already
caught himself looking forward to pushing the cart around while Jack shopped
this coming weekend. He liked being Jack’s “friend.”
It wasn’t just Jack. Everybody in the XXX Squad treated
him as one of them. That was, he had to admit, nice. He’d never had friends
before or been part of a group of equals. Before he had had slaves; now he had
colleagues. It was fun to go out with the guys after a mission and kick back,
have a few beers, talk. So he had held back and patiently bided his time,
gathering information and plotting tactics before he enslaved them all.
And now his patience had been rewarded. SuperGeneral Mann
had invited them over for drinks—just Jack and him. It would take him only a
second to bring the Director of the LAE under his control, and then he could
take over the League without anyone suspecting what was happening until it was
too late. All the criminals that he had “pacified” and who were now languishing
in Hardess were really his slaves, ready when he gave the signal to rise up and
join him. Together with the male members of the LAE they would make an
invincible army. The world was within his grasp.
Well, he still had a few days to mull over his tactics
for enslaving General Mann. Right now, he had something better to do.
He kissed Jack on the neck just below his right ear. Jack
moaned. He liked it when Jack moaned. Those moans did something inside his
chest—somehow they made him feel hollow inside but hollow in a good way, a way
that made him happy. It was a pain that gave him pleasure. He’d have to talk
about with Jack one day. Maybe it was a power Jack didn’t know he had. But
every time Jack moaned, it made him want to hold him more closely and make him
moan again.
“Maybe we should go upstairs, Jack.”
“Why what’s upstairs?” Jack tried to sound coy, but his
cock was already tenting his shorts.
“Last time I looked, there was a big bed, one that’s just the right size for
the two of us.” The Bear scooped Jack up in his arms and lifted him off the
sofa.
Jack put his arms around the Bear’s neck and hugged him.
“Why wait? There’s the floor. We don’t have to go upstairs.”
“We need to be near the shower—for afterwards. Might was
well go upstairs now. Plus the bed is softer than the floor. And the blindfold
and the lube are upstairs.”
“Do I have to wear the blindfold? I hate that thing. I
can’t see you.”
“Jack, we’ve talked about this. I know you don’t like it,
but we can’t risk it. You get me so excited that I might forget myself and I’d
end up enslaving you. I don’t want that.”
The Bear put an end to the discussion by sticking his tongue into Jack’s
mouth.
Jack retaliated by giving the Bear a mental rim job. He
pictured his tongue—suddenly doubled in length and width, and gleaming with his
spit—insinuating its way into Cal’s ass. For good measure he imagined it to be
ten degrees warmer than normal.
Cal squealed. “Stop that. You’re going make me miss a
step and we’ll fall down the stairs.”
“No problem. Maybe you’d like this better.” Jack mentally
switched his tongue Cal’s genitals. It was now so long that he was able to wrap
the entire length of the Bear’s cock in an overlapping coil of flesh and still
have enough so that the tip could slurp the Bear’s balls.
“Oh, you little devil. Where did you learn to be so
perverted?”
“Hey, it’s not perversion. It’s inspiration. You inspire
me.”
The Bear threaded their bodies through the door to the
bedroom, taking care not to let the door frame hit Jack anywhere on his body.
He heaved Jack onto the bed and pulled off Jack’s T-shirt, tossing it to the
floor. “Hmm. All that exercising is really beginning to make a difference.”
“Do you think so? I’m not any bigger.”
“Yeah, you’re bigger. I can see it. It just takes time to
get add muscle mass. You’ll get there eventually. But your muscles are much
harder now, and your definition is great. Let’s have a look at the rest of
you.” The Bear stripped the shorts off Jack’s body. “Hmm, did I ever tell you
you have a great ass?”
“Yeah, you’ve mentioned it.”
“And a great cock.” The Bear leaned forward and took
Jack’s cock into his mouth. He had first sucked Jack three weeks earlier. Jack
was the first man he had ever sucked. In fact, Jack’s cock had been the first
cock other than his own that he had ever touched. When they began living
together, he discovered early on that if he stimulated Jack, it excited Jack,
and an excited Jack was an uninhibited Jack. He didn’t hold back on his mental
powers when he got aroused. And he kept getting more and more aroused as he
found new ways to stimulate Jack.
One day when they had been making out, Jack’s cock was
bobbing in front of his face. Jack had such a great-looking cock. The head was
so beautifully shaped. When he looked at it, he knew that it would fit his
mouth perfectly. As he watched Jack’s cock swing back and forth, a drop of
pre-cum oozed out the tip. The head looked so moist and inviting. The next
thing he knew, he was sucking Jack’s cock.
He hadn’t made a very good job of it that first time. He
had been clumsy and he had brought Jack to a climax almost before he got
started, but, as they say, practice makes perfect. He didn’t gag anymore, and
he was acquiring some skills in reading Jack’s reactions to what he was doing. He
was learning how to use his lips and move his tongue to stimulate Jack in a way
that aroused him but kept him from having an orgasm immediately. He could
prolong Jack’s arousal and delay the orgasm. Jack seemed to like the results.
Plus, he liked sucking Jack’s cock. It felt good to lick
the entire length of Jack’s cock and get it wet and slippery. It felt good to
wrap his lips around the tip and then slowly draw Jack’s cock into his mouth
until his nose was pressed against Jack’s balls. It felt good to suck in his
cheeks. It felt good to let the head of Jack’s cock slip past his tonsils and
into this throat.
What he liked best was when Jack lost control, and his
body began acting on its own—when Jack began fucking his face, plunging his
cock deep into his mouth, pounding it so hard that his head snapped back with
each thrust. He loved the feeling of Jack’s balls hitting his face, and Jack’s
pubic hair scratching his chin. And he loved it when they sixty-nined. When
they were joined together and became a mindless rutting machine.
The Bear grabbed Jack’s blindfold off the nightstand.
“Just let me have a last look at you. Pose for me.”
The Bear laughed. He hammed his way through a parody of a
bodybuilder’s posing routine.
“Oooh, make those biceps bigger, baby. And bounce your
pecs. You know I love it when you bounce your pecs.”
The Bear knelt on the bed. He pulled Jack’s head forward
until it was buried between his pecs. He slowly massaged Jack’s face with his
muscles as Jack hungrily drove his tongue into the groove between the Bear’s
pecs and licked them. The Bear let him continue his explorations until Jack
started sucking his nipples. “Mmm, Jack. I love it when you do that. Don’t use
your powers on me yet. Just your tongue. It’s more than enough. You don’t have
to add to it.”
Jack’s hand found the Bear’s cock through the fabric of
his jockstrap. The Bear stopped what he was doing and pulled back. “No, Jack.
Not without the blindfold. We can’t risk it.”
Jack sighed. “There’s got to be some way we can do this
without a blindfold.”
“It’s for your own protection.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I know. Here—give it to me.” Jack
positioned the blindfold over his eyes.
The Bear helped him strap it in place and then checked to
make sure it was on properly and Jack couldn’t see out the edges. “Okay, we’re
ready. Help me take off my jock.” The Bear guided Jack’s hands to the waistband
and lifted each leg in turn as Jack pulled the jock off him. Jack’s hands were wrapped
around his cock before he had time to toss the jock strap to the floor.
“One of these days I’m going to see this monster for real
and not just picture it in my imagination.”
The Bear maneuvered his body so that his groin was in
front of Jack’s mouth and he could reach Jack’s cock with his own mouth.
Because of the difference in their heights, he had to contort his own body to
fit. His back bent into an uncomfortable shape, but when they began sucking
each other, Jack moaned again. The Bear closed his eyes and focused on making
Jack moan—again and again. He forgot about his back and concentrated on
pleasuring the cock in his mouth.
***
“Why don’t you show me your cock?” The Director raised
his glass and took a drink. He stared directly into the Bear’s eyes.
Jack had left the room to use the bathroom. Now was his
opportunity. He had been thinking about whipping out his cock all evening, but
he wanted to avoid enslaving Jack if possible. His plan was to subdue the
Director but tell him to act normally when Jack was around. He would arrange to
meet the Director another time to complete his programming. Now the Director
was asking him, challenging him, to unveil his cock. The Director was handing
him control of the LAE. He even appeared to be looking forward to it.
The Bear unzipped his jeans. He had intentionally not
worn underwear. He reached in and pulled out his cock and flapped it at the
Director. “Like what you see?”
The Director stared at the Bear’s cock for a few seconds.
“Nice. I can see why it might be effective on some men.” He cocked his head in
the direction in which Jack had disappeared and said, “I think I have time to
show you mine before Jack gets back.”
The Director was wearing a pair of loose-fitting wool
slacks. He unbuttoned the fly and opened the zipper. His cock slowly slid out.
The Bear gaped. “It’s huge.” He licked his lips. “Can
anyone take that? You’d choke on that.” It suddenly occurred to him that things
were not going according to plan. He was the one drooling over a cock, not the
Director. “But I don’t understand. Why doesn’t my cock work on you?”
“Two reasons. One, I’m an alien. Human cocks don’t affect
me the same way they do human males. Two, I’m bigger than you. Your power only
works on guys with smaller cocks. Up till now, I guess you’ve never met anyone
with a bigger cock. Now you have. Well, we’d best stow the monsters. I can hear
Jack washing his hands.” He smiled conspiratorially at the Bear. “Some other
time, I like to see your cock again.”
***
“Both of you seem preoccupied. Is something the matter?”
The Director leaned forward in his chair. “Tell me about it. Perhaps I can
help.”
Jack and the Bear exchanged a look and shifted uneasily.
Jack reached over and grasped the Bear’s hand. “Well, it’s just that …” He
couldn’t finish the sentence. He stared at the floor, overcome by a sudden fit
of shyness. Cal and the Director were both so huge. He had had to fight the
feeling all evening that he was a kid again, sitting by while the grown-ups
talked.
The Director had been so nice all evening, treating them
like equals. He seemed genuinely interested in
them and encouraged them to talk about themselves and their life
together. He had discussed some of the problems he had encountered as a young
superhero and offered to mentor them and help them deal with the difficulties
of being advantageously endowed in a world that sometimes feared those who were
only trying to protect them. The Director had opened up about himself. He had
even mentioned that he could perform marriages, a comment that left Jack
wondering if the Director had been offering to wed the two of them.
“We’re having a problem, Sir. A sexual problem. Don’t get
me wrong,” the Bear shook his head. “There’s nothing wrong with the sex—the sex
is great—but we have to be so careful in bed to make sure that Jack doesn’t see
my cock. I don’t want to enslave him, but I’m worried that I’ll get excited and
forget myself and send him the wrong signal. So Jack’s been putting on a
blindfold before I get fully undressed in front of him. It’s just not very
satisfactory. We want to look at each other, but we don’t dare risk that.”
“I can help you with that,” said the Director. “But it
would mean that you would lose part of your powers. The good thing is that you
would no longer have the power to enslave Jack. In turn Jack would be able to
see your cock.”
“How can you do that?”
“It’s one of my powers. It wouldn’t take my time, and
there’s no pain. I just need to touch your body,” said the Director, indicating
the Bear.
“Would it take away my power to affect other men?”
“No. I can limit the impact to Jack.”
“It doesn’t seem fair,” said Jack. “Cal has to give up
everything, and I gain all the benefits.”
“Not all the benefits,” said the Bear. “Your happiness
means everything to me. I’d gain as much as you would.”
“I should give up something too.” The two lovers locked
eyes.
“I can,” said the Director, “also remove your ability to
use your powers on Lieutenant Orsino. The two of you could do everything that
two normal human males do, but you couldn’t exercise your powers on each other.
Just make sure that’s what you want. I won’t be able to reverse the process.”
“How about it?” said Jack. “You know lately you’ve been
telling me to hold off on using my powers on you.” He hoped he sounded more
confident than he felt. On one hand he wanted Cal to like him for himself, not
for the pleasures his powers could create. On the other hand, maybe Cal wouldn’t
like him as much if he couldn’t stimulate him mentally.
“Yeah, I kinda like it when we do it natural—I mean when
we act like normal people.” The Bear didn’t know why, but he thought he would
like Jack even better if Jack couldn’t control him—if they chose to be together
because they wanted each other rather than because Jack could invade his mind
and give him so much pleasure. He wanted to move beyond augmented sex and try
the real thing. Maybe they would fail, but they owed it to themselves to find
out.
“So what do you think? Should we risk it?”
“Let’s do it.”
***
“What do we do?”
“It’s simple. Let’s go in here.” The Director ushered
them into another room. The floor was tiled, all the furniture was made of
plastic, and the walls and ceiling were covered with mirrors. “This room is
easier to clean up. The process may result in a lot of fluids being flung about.
Oh, don’t worry. You will enjoy the flinging.” The Director began unbuttoning
his shirt. “Lieutenant Edgemount, you can undress in here. Lieutenant Orsino, you
should undress in the bathroom down the hall. Close the door behind you while
you change into this.” The Director handed the Bear a red jockstrap. “For now
you should put on this so you don’t affect Lieutenant Edgemount. You’ll be able
to take it off later.”
When the Bear returned, he found the Director and Jack undressed.
The Director sat down on a long sofa and motioned Jack to sit on his right side
and the Bear on his left. The Director put an arm across each man’s shoulders.
“Just relax and get comfortable.”
The Director’s arm felt strangely hot and heavy on the
Bear’s shoulders. He pushed himself down on the couch until his head was level
with Jack’s. The Director’s chest jutted out so far that most of Jack’s face
was obscured by the swelling of the pecs. “It feels odd,” he said.
“Why?”
“I’m used to being the biggest man in the room. I’ve
never been so close to someone as big as you.”
“Does it bother you?”
The Bear thought about it for several seconds before he
answered. “Not so much bother as it makes me feel funny. My thoughts are
different.”
“It’s okay. You’ll be fine. Now I want both of you to
suck on my nipples.” The Director’s placed his hands on the backs of
Jack’s and the Bear’s heads and gently
pressured them down until their mouths were poised over his nipples.
Jack felt a momentary sense of light-headedness before
his mind went blank. His lips closed around the Director’s right nipple and he
began sucking.
The Bear’s first inclination was to push back against the
Director’s hand. He wasn’t used to being manipulated. But then he took a good
look at the Director’s nipple. It was so inviting. He suddenly wanted to suck
on the Director’s nipples. He couldn’t think of anything else. The nipple
filled his mind. The Director’s nipples were so beautiful, so tempting, so
succulent.
The Director contracted and relaxed his pecs, forcing his
nipples in and out of Jack’s and the Bear’s mouths. Neither of them heard the
soft moans of contentment that bubbled out of their throats. Nor did either of
them make a conscious decision to put a hand around the Director’s cock and
begin slowly stroking it. In and out. Up and down. The movements became
automatic, actions done without thought. Hypnotic. Their minds drifted away.
Their free will vanished.
When he had turned Jack and the Bear into mindless,
obedient servants, the Director stood up. His erect cock jutted upward from his
abdomen. “Kneel,” he said.
Jack and the Bear obediently slid to the floor and
positioned themselves so that their mouths were level with the Director’s cock.
He placed his hands on the backs of their heads again and guided them in until
their open mouths made a circle around his cock. He began rocking his body back
and forth.
As he did so, his cock slid back and forth between Jack
and the Bear. They wet their tongues and lips to lubricate the motion of the
cock. Each stared sightlessly into the other’s eyes as the Director
reprogrammed their minds. Jack was now able to stare at the Bear’s cock without
becoming his slave. The Bear was now beyond Jack’s powers to deceive his mind
into thinking he was having sex. For good measure, the Director removed the
Bear’s desire to enslave other men; henceforth the Bear would use his powers
only for good.
When he had finished, the Director turned his own mind to
the enjoyment of what was happening. Strictly speaking, he didn’t need to have
sex to reprogram the two. He could have accomplished the rewiring by touching
them with a finger anywhere on their body. All that was necessary was
flesh-to-flesh contact. It didn’t matter how or where. But he liked having his
nipples sucked, and he really liked having his cock sucked by two men.
Unfortunately he couldn’t risk letting them take his cock into their mouths,
not to mention fucking them. The strength of his ejaculations would have torn
them apart. Still, what they were doing felt great.
He began rocking back and forth faster and faster,
shoving his groin against Jack and the Bear so that his balls slapped their
bodies. When he was almost ready to ejaculate, he reached into Jack’s mind and
unleashed Jack’s powers on himself. His cum exploded from his cock. The group
was ten feet from the nearest wall, but globs of cum hit it, shattering the mirror.
When his orgasm subsided, drops of cum dribbled down Jack’s and the Bear’s
faces. Both men eagerly lapped it up.
The Director enjoyed the moment for a few seconds and
then released the two.
***
“Do you remember anything about what happened?” Jack
looked across the pillow toward Cal. They were back home, in their own bed.
“Not much. He did something to us. I remember how hot his
arm was on my shoulders and how strong his hand was on my head. Then I saw his
nipple, and that’s the last thing I remember. The next thing I know we were dressed
again and sitting in his living room, finishing our drinks.”
“Same for me.” Jack stroked his partner’s chest. “Do you
think it worked?”
“I don’t know.”
Jack unleashed the full force of his powers on the Bear.
The Bear looked at him with no change of expression.
“Did you feel anything?”
“Just now? No. Did you try something?”
“I gave you everything I’ve got. The full treatment.”
“Really? It’s not working on me. I didn’t feel a thing.”
“We should see what’s happened to your power.”
“Close your eyes for a second.” The Bear raised his hips
and slid his thumbs under the waistband of the jock strap. He lifted his legs
and slid the strap off. “Okay. You can look now.”
Jack opened his eyes. For a second he looked into the
Bear’s eyes. Then he raised himself up on one arm. His gaze slid down the
Bear’s body. He gasped. His eyes glazed over.
“Are you okay? Say something.”
“It’s even bigger than I thought. God, it’s beautiful.”
“You don’t feel enslaved?”
“No, just awed. Astonished. Dumbfounded. Can I touch it?”
“Of course.” Cal gathered Jack into his arms and
squeezed. He broke into laughter. “This is wonderful. We can have proper sex
now. And I know just how I want to celebrate this.”
Perhaps we should allow Jack and Cal the privacy their
lovemaking deserves. It is no more than the behavior demanded by simple human
decency, a rare commodity in this age of sex tapes, explicit dialogue on
television, the Internet, selfies, and the common currency of four-letter
words. We could draw a curtain across the scene and rejoin them after they are
finished and eavesdrop on their post-coital chitchat.
Yeah, we could do that—maybe in some alternative universe.
The Bear leaped out of bed and flung the covers aside.
“Lie flat on your back, legs and arms outspread.”
“Wow, so bossy. Hmm, is that how it’s going to be now
that I’m no longer in danger of being enslaved?” Jack grinned at Cal and licked
his lips. “Well, Master, your wish is my command.” He rolled over on his back and stretched out
on the bed.
The Bear studied Jack’s body for a moment and then made a
minor adjustment to the positions of Jack’s legs.
Jack’s cock was already semi-erect. The Bear squirted
some lube on his fingers. It took him only a few strokes to bring Jack to a
full erection. Without hesitating, he knelt on his knees facing Jack, with his
legs on either side of Jack’s body, and impaled himself on Jack’s cock.
A sudden shock of pain drove upwards into his gut. It was
the first time that he had ever had a real cock inside him. He had used dildos
earlier when he vainly tried to recreate the mind fuck that Jack had given him,
but he had inserted those gradually, stopping when they became uncomfortable. That
experience didn’t prepare him for the bolt of lightning surging through his
body. His face contorted, and the cords of his neck flared out as he tossed his
head back and grunted at the ceiling. He was only vaguely conscious of Jack
squirming beneath him as his full weight hit Jack’s groin.
The Bear pushed his knees outward and pressed his ass
flat against Jack, driving Jack’s cock further inside him. He kept that
position for several seconds until the pain faded. He lifted himself up a
couple of inches and then dropped his body again. He could feel Jack’s pubic
hair scraping against his ass.
He wanted to experience every sensation fully. Jack’s
hands were grabbing at his body, the fingers digging into his thighs. He could
see that Jack didn’t realize what he was doing. Jack was overwhelmed by his
assault and couldn’t think. Jack’s head swung from side to side; mouth open. Inarticulate
cries came from deep within.
The Bear raised and lowered himself again. This time he
lifted himself up until he felt the head of Jack’s cock inside his anus. When
it was about to slip out, he sat down again. He could feel the head boring into
him, stretching him. Jack wasn’t anywhere near as large as the dildos he had
used on himself, but Jack’s cock felt better. Hot, hard but pliable, sweet. And
the dildos hadn’t moaned as Jack was moaning. The dildos hadn’t had hands to
clutch at him. The dildos didn’t have eyes that opened in adoration and
gratitude. Jack was much better than a dildo. A real fuck from Jack was much
better than a mind fuck from Jack.
As the Bear slowly raised and lowered himself repeatedly,
Jack began to react. His cock thrust upward into the Bear when the Bear tried
to withdraw. Jack’s cock wanted to be inside him. Soon Jack’s cock took over.
Jack began fucking the Bear in earnest, his cock sliding in and out, his groin
pounding against the Bear’s ass.
The Bear leaned forward, until Jack’s face was pressed
between his pecs. He knew that Jack liked that. He threaded an arm beneath
Jack’s head and lifted Jack’s head until Jack’s tongue began licking the groove
between his pecs. He flexed his chest and arm muscles, engulfing Jack’s head in
his body. Jack wrapped his arms around the Bear’s chest and pushed his cock
deeper into the Bear.
Twenty minutes later, the Bear released Jack and sat up.
He laced his fingers behind his neck and flexed his arms, making his biceps
bulge. He twisted his torso back and forth, offering his body to Jack.
His cock had grown hard from the pounding that Jack was
giving him. It extended upward over Jack’s torso. The tip almost reached Jack’s
throat. Each time Jacked slammed into him, his cock slapped Jack’s chest.
Jack’s eyes followed every motion of his cock. It was as if Jack couldn’t look
away. Jack was entranced by his cock. The Bear wiggled it back and forth.
Jack’s eyes tracked it. The harder Jack drove into him, the more his cock
bounced. Jack made the connection, For every action there is an equal reaction.
It spurred him to even greater thrusts into the Bear.
Jack and the Bear had long since given up moaning. Each
thrust was met with primitive grunts as the two gave themselves over to the
fury of their fucking.
The Bear felt Jack’s rhythms grow wilder and deeper. Jack
was about to cum. That realization made his balls churn and heave and his cock
grow harder and longer.
When the Bear felt Jack’s cum squirt into him, his cock
exploded. For several seconds, both men felt nothing but the pleasures of
ejaculation.
When the Bear recovered enough to be able to see again,
he looked down. Jack’s face was covered with his cum. A pool of cum glistened
in Jack’s open mouth. As the Bear watched, Jack swallowed. The Bear leaned
forward and licked the cum from Jack’s face. Jack’s response was to drive his
cock into the Bear again. The Bear embraced Jack and rolled onto his back, so
that Jack was above him. His own cum dripped from Jack’s face onto the Bear’s
body. The Bear spread his legs and lifted his ass so that Jack could push his
cock further into him. He felt complete for the first time in his life.
The two fell asleep, still joined together.
