SuperJack
© 2016 by the author
“How did he manage to get put on probation while he was
taking his orals?” Professor McLeod regarded his friend and colleague Dean Howells
with amazement. “I’ve heard of testees flunking the orals, but nobody has ever
been put on probation before.”
The dean shook his head. “None of the members of the
review committee would tell me. All the chair said was that Jack had violated
the rule against using his powers on other superheroes without their consent.”
“But wasn’t he demonstrating them on a captured
supervillain . . . ?”
***
“Now—” Colonel Smith, the chair of the orals committee,
paused for several seconds while he consulted a folder in front of him. “Now,
Mr. Edgemount, please tell the committee how you acquired your powers.”
Jack cleared his throat and pulled at his collar to
loosen it. Why did the collars on the cadet uniform have to be so tight? His
nerves were making him hyperventilate, and the collar wasn’t helping. It was
strangling him. He glanced nervously at the committee. His worst enemy (not
that he had any enemies, let alone one who could be labeled his worst) couldn’t
have chosen a more unfavorable group of five. It didn’t help his nerves that he
was standing below them in the arena and they were seated above him in the observation
booth, shielded behind thick anti-villain, super-hardened-plexiglass walls. The
difference emphasized his exposure and the upcoming contest, which they would
observe in safety while he risked his neck.
All the members of his orals committee were old enough to
be his father, and in his four years at the Academy, he had found that most of
the men and women of that generation of superheroes had opposed the opening of
the Academy to LGBTQ candidates. So that was one strike against him before he
even started. They were so old that in private they probably called one another
by their old cool superhero names rather than the military titles the League of
the Advantageously Endowed (LAE) now insisted its members use. All of them wore
the black form-fitting onesies that the LAE stipulated as the standard uniform
for superheroes, but Jack was willing to bet that they had really sexy Lycra costumes
that clung to their bodies like a second skin in their closets at home from
their glory days as villain quellers.
As if that weren’t bad enough, all five belonged to the
hyper-muscled branch of LAE. Overdeveloped biceps and humongous pecs strained
the arms and chests of their suits. With each breath, their eight-pack abs rippled
the fabric. Jack knew that if they stood up, every movement of their thighs and
buttocks would be visible. He was all too conscious that even though his suit
was in the smallest size available, it didn’t exactly cling to his body. Indeed,
it drooped over his frame. His narrow shoulders were crowned by inches of empty
cloth, and the ripples across his abdomen were rolls of excess fabric. The one
place where he stretched the gray cadet-trainee’s uniform was over his bony
knees, and that happened only when he sat down.
He had met many examples of their type during his cadet
training—they hated superheroes like Jack who relied on mental rather than
physical powers. “Nerdnoses” and “geckoes” (because they supposedly had their
noses glued to display screens and clung to the walls during fights) were two
of the politer terms they used to express their contempt. After one particularly
hostile unarmed-combat trainer had reamed Jack out for his physical failings,
Professor McLeod had taken him aside and told him, “Just remember. They are
beginning to feel threatened. In today’s world, brawn is no longer enough.
Superheroes need to use their minds now. Those guys came of age in a time when
all they had to do was fly in and “pow” and “bam” the lights out of some guy
for the villains to put their hands up in the air and surrender. That’s all
they know. They’re helpless when they have to confront some hacker who’s taken
over a company’s computer system and is threatening to erase its memory unless
the company pays a ransom. They don’t know what to do when the miscreant is on
the other side of the planet and protected by multiple firewalls. They are
starting to fear that they’re obsolete in today’s crime-fighting circles, and
they react by being hard on students like you.”
Colonel Smith looked at Jack with disdain. The other
committee members took their cue from the colonel and were sneering at him too.
Jack didn’t feel confident about his prospects. “I was . . .” His throat was
dry and he had to cough twice before he could continue. “I was struck . . .”
This time his voice came out too high-pitched. He sounded like a girl. He
cleared his throat and tried again. “I was s-s-struck by lightning.” Damn, now
he was stammering.
The man sitting to the right of Colonel Smith smirked and
turned to the other committee members. “We’ve heard that one before. The old
struck by lightning and suddenly the guy’s super-endowed.” He focused his gaze
on Jack again. “How did you come to be outside? Don’t you know enough to stay
inside during an electrical storm?”
“I was working at our local Save-Mart, Sir. A storm came
up, and the manager ordered me to gather up the shopping carts in the parking
lot. I was pushing a line of about fifty carts toward the store entrance when I
got struck. Well, actually, the shopping carts got hit, and the charge was
transmitted through the metal to me.”
Even to his own ears, Jack sounded weak and stupid. Two
members of the committee made a mark on the evaluation sheets in front of them.
“That’s done it,” thought Jack. “I’m going to be sent to the Factory.”
No one at the Academy knew what happened in the Factory.
All that was certain was that trainees who flunked the oral exams at the end of
their fourth year of the Academy were sent there and no one ever heard of them
again. The rumor was that the Factory had machines that wiped your memory and
deleted your superpowers. The process was said to create one of the robots they
used as training targets at the Academy. The robots were convincingly close
enough to human beings that it was easy to believe they were former cadets who
had washed out of the school.
“Please explain the power that this bolt out of the blue
conferred on you.”
This was the sticking point. Professor McLeod had warned
him that the more conservative members of the orals committee might find his
power repellent.
“I, uh, I . . .”
“Speak up, Mr. Edgemount. What exactly is it that you
do?”
“Well, my power works only on men.”
“Only on men? So you’re saying that you’re useless
against female villains?”
All the members of the committee made a note on the
evaluation forms.
“Yes, Sir. You have to have a cock for it to work.”
“A cock? All of us have cocks, and they all work. What is
it that your cock does that would make it an asset in fighting crime?”
“It’s not my cock, Sir. It’s what I can do to other men’s
cocks.”
“Come again?”
“I can make them hard and give them an orgasm, Sir.”
“And how do you do this? Suck them off?” The lips of the
committee members curled in disgust.
The man on the end, whose nameplate identified him as
Major Grossman, shook his head and said, “I told you this would happen if we
started letting queers and perverts into the Academy.”
That remark emboldened Jack. The one thing he wasn’t
going to tolerate was homophobia. He was out and proud. He would be polite—that
was only politic considering the power the orals committee exercised over his
future—but he would stand up for himself. He swallowed his anger and spoke in
what he hoped was a reasonable tone of voice. “Perhaps, Sir, if I could
demonstrate my powers, it would be clearer to the committee just how valuable
my skills can be in fighting crime.”
***
The highlight of each orals exam at the Academy is the
live demonstration by the cadet of his or her powers. Behind the protective
screen, the committee members watch as the testee tries to subdue a recently
captured supervillain. The villains are selected at random; no testee knows beforehand
what powers the villain wields.
Jack nervously watched the doors leading to the holding
cell. He suddenly understood how a torero must feel as he waits for the bull to
appear. He could only hope that his “villain” was a bull. If he had to face a
woman, he was dead meat.
The door swung open slowly. At first Jack could see only
a dark rectangle. The first person to emerge was a guard holding an electronic
stun gun at the ready. He took up a position to the right of the door. He was
immediately joined by a similarly armed colleague, who stood to the left of the
door. These were the back-up guards. If the testee failed and the villain went
on a rampage, they were there to step in and subdue the miscreant. Gossip had
it that they also stunned the testee to make transport to the Factory easier.
The next group to enter consisted of two attendants
carrying a stretcher containing the villain, who was held immobile by a stasis
unit strapped to his back. The attendants stood the villain upright in the
center of the arena, and then carefully backed away to the door. One of the
attendants held up a remote control device and pointed it at the stasis unit.
Jack heaved a sigh of relief. He was in luck. His
opponent was a man. Unlike the members of the LAE, villains could still wear
sexy outfits. This one wore black leather boots, chaps, and a jock strap
bristling with silver spikes. His chest was bare but covered with a thick pelt
of black hair, as were his forearms. Black leather straps encircled his arms
just above his huge, vein-studded biceps. His shaved head gleamed in the harsh
overhead lights.
“Gentlemen,” Colonel Smith held up a piece of paper and
addressed his colleagues, “Our villain this morning is known as LeatherBear. He
was singlehandedly responsible for the enslavement of all the men in West
Hollywood. It took an entire LAE battalion to capture him and rescue those he
had enslaved. Unfortunately some of his captives were too far ensnared in the
leatherworld to be cured, and their minds had to be wiped.”
Jack felt weak in the knees. The powers of the diabolical
LeatherBear were legendary. Any man who saw his cock immediately fell to his
knees and begged the Bear to enslave him. The Bear’s groin was currently covered by the
leather jockstrap, but Jack knew from experience how quickly a cock could be
unleashed from beneath a jock. Once the stasis lock was removed, he would have
only a fraction of a second to disarm the Bear.
Colonel Smith finished his summary of the villain’s
heinous history and signaled to the attendant holding the remote control. “I’ll
count backwards from ten to zero. When I say ‘zero,’ release the beast. Mr. Edgemount,
are you ready?”
Jack nodded and then turned to face the Bear. He focused
his mind on what he had to do.
“Ten.” Colonel Smith methodically and calmly started the
countdown. Jack could see the Bear preparing to move. His hands hung by his
hips held rigidly in place by the stasis unit, but his eyes revealed that he
was already preparing his first move. It would take him only a second to free
his cock. Jack’s gorge rose at the thought of what might happen to him if he
faltered. He forced the image from his mind and concentrated.
“Three.
“Two.
“One.
“Zero.”
Jack blasted the Bear with the full force of his mental
power. In the same instant, the Bear reached for his jock strap. Both of his
hands were on the strap when he froze. A great moan escaped his lips, and his
eyes rolled back into his head until only the whites were visible. The pouch of
his jockstrap bulged outward as his cock sprang up to its full ten inches. The
string-like leather waistband of his jock burst from the tension, and his cock
and balls leaped out. Ordinarily the sight would have reduced everyone who
witnessed the unveiling to submit totally to the LeatherBear, but the
malevolent mastermind was no long in control of his genitals. Jack was.
“What’s happening? I don’t understand what’s going on,”
Jack heard one member of the orals committee cry out. He couldn’t take the time to explain. He
redoubled his power. The Bear fell backwards onto the floor of the arena, legs
and arms outspread. His cock pointed straight upwards, and he thrust it
repeatedly into the air. A bubble of pre-cum glistened at the tip. The Bear
began screaming, “Stop. Stop. You’re torturing me. No, no. Oh my god. That
feels so good. Do that again. Oh, more. More.”
Jack was only too happy to oblige. He hit the Bear’s cock
with the full force of his power. The Bear’s balls churned, and his legs and
arms trembled uncontrollably. His stomach muscles quivered, and his pecs
bounced. His torso arched off the floor as his cock fucked a hot luscious mouth
that existed only in his imagination. His cries morphed into inarticulate moans
of pleasure as his body and mind came under Jack’s control.
Jack saw no reason to prolong the Bear’s pleasures. The
point of having a superpower was to use it to subdue a villain quickly. He reached
the Bear just as the villain orgasmed, shooting copious jets of cum all over
himself and the floor of the arena. Jack flipped the switch on the stasis unit,
freezing the Bear in the full rigor of orgasm. He covered the Bear’s cock with
the tattered remnants of the jockstrap, sheathing the Bear’s weapon and
rendering the Bear impotent.
Jack turned in triumph to the members of his oral
committee. From start to finish, it had taken him only twelve seconds to subdue
the LeatherBear. If that didn’t convince Colonel Smith and the others, nothing
would. To his surprise, the members of the committee were less impressed. To a
man, they stood slackjawed, gaping at the sight on the floor of the arena.
Jack’s quick victory had rendered them speechless. Unfortunately they did not
remain speechless for long.
“What did you do to that poor man?” Colonel Smith
demanded.
“I just . . . that’s my power. I can control men’s cocks
and give them a mental blowjob. The people I’ve used my power on say it’s the
best blowjob they’ve ever had. Literally mind-blowing. They’re helpless to
resist it and while they’re occupied, so to speak, I can immobilize them or
other people can capture them.”
“Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.” Major Grossman
interrupted. “Is this what superheroics has come to? Giving someone a blowjob?
Come on. This isn’t what we signed up for. This is obscene. We have to put a
stop to this. We have to draw a line and stand on the right side of it. We
can’t let perverts like Edgemount out on the streets representing the League.
We’ll lose our congressional funding. This isn’t how a real man fights crime. A
real man uses his fists. No. We have to put a stop to this right here, right
now. Let’s send Edgemount to the Factory, where he belongs.”
The other members of the committee were vigorously
nodding their heads in agreement.
“Well, that’s that,” thought Jack. “It’s the Factory for
me.” And he hadn’t even demonstrated a fraction of his powers. As long he was
destined for the Factory, he might as well go out in a blaze of glory. It would
be a shame not to give the orals committee members a full demonstration of his
abilities.
Jack turned toward the five men on the committee and focused.
For half a second, the committee members froze. Then each
of them groaned loudly. Each was now experiencing both halves of Jack’s
superpower. He not only had the power to give men an incredible,
weak-at-the-knees, can’t-think, can’t-move, my-cock’s-in-control blowjob, but
also the mental muscle to give them wave after wave of anal pleasure, a rim job
to end all rim jobs, a fuck that left them swooning with delight, a pounding
whose every thrust made them beg for more even as it turned them into mindless,
helpless fucktoys.
Nor did Jack neglect the other men in the room. He didn’t
want to be interrupted by an overzealous guard or one of the attendants. For
good measure, he even zapped the Bear again. Soon all ten of the other men in the
room were reduced to mindless moans as pleasure radiated outward from their
cocks and butts.
“Smitty, this is better than that time in Vegas,” shouted
Major Grossman. “Remember, that weekend we spent there after we put the Butcher
away. I thought your cock felt good in my ass but this is so much better.”
Colonel Smith was too caught up in his own pleasures to reply.
Jack’s only regret was that he couldn’t use his power on
himself and join in on the fun. He didn’t have the ability to masturbate
himself. He could only watch and hope that one day he would meet up with
someone with the same power. He let the session continue for half an hour
before bringing everyone to simultaneous cock and anal orgasms.
The committee members were draped drooling over the table
when he left the room. “I’ll wait in my dorm room for your decision,” he said
as he left. Colonel Smith waved a flaccid hand in acknowledgment.
It would be several hours before Jack learned from
Professor McLeod and Dean Howells that he had been placed on probation. In response
to his questions about what that meant, they could only tell him that the
committee was still deliberating.
***
“With all due respect, Colonel Smith, I think I am the
person most qualified to mentor young Edgemount.” That was about the fiftieth time one of the
committee members had declared his willingness and his qualifications to
supervise Jack’s probation. Despite Colonel Smith’s oft-repeated attempts to
pull rank, the argument over who would tutor Jack raged into the early hours of
the next day.
“Gentlemen, this has gone on long enough,” shouted Smith.
“I have made my decision. I will teach Edgemount how to respect his powers and
to use them wisely. My record speaks for itself. I have the strength of
character to resist what will undoubtedly be an arduous assault on my senses.
If Edgemount is to learn to control his ability to induce orgasms in other men,
he should practice on someone like me. I will not succumb to his wiles no
matter how great he makes me feel. With practice, I will learn to control my
reactions. A few mind-blowing orgasms are a small price to pay to help this
misguided member of our community experiment with finetuning his powers.”
If Colonel Smith hoped that would stop the debate, he was
disappointed. Two hours later the ambulances were called to haul the five
committee members to the hospital to treat the bruises, sprained muscles, black
eyes, and broken jaws that were the result of the fight that erupted. Jack had—alas—
unleashed desires that even superheroes find hard to control.
