The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

How to Take Down a Superhero: Chapter 9: Out of Control

By Baralai

Man what the fuck is going on. Hart hasn’t reported back. Widget it acting weird and going beyond the protocols I had sent out. Mind you I think he has converted the entire base into sex crazed thralls, including Cabal. I just need to make sure I don’t turn into one of Widget’s thralls when I get there. I also need to get out. I’m creating my fantasy. My wish come true and I can’t do ANYTHING! This is driving me crazy. Or crazier.

Patience though. I need to have patience. I need to wait a little longer. That’s what they keep saying.

But I want sex so badly! Is it so much to ask for a little bit amount of fun?

* * *

Psy had been having fun. He had turned a typical sports bar into a sex crazed gay fantasy of a bar. His telepathy had gone to new heights as he watched formerly straight people do various sexual acts. He had turned his friend Shift into an exhibitionist as he watched the man lose control and shapeshift to various attractive male forms. His teammate Cabal had now joined the fun as a sex crazed self-multiplier and Psy watched the man have sex with himself and others.

Even the telepathic-proof Hardcore had fallen to his improved telekinesis as he watched the man be forced to have himself fucked with sex toys infront of the entire bar.

Psy liked watching. He liked making others do sexual, perverted acts. He liked watching the heroes fall.

In a mirror across the room he was watching himself being held by a man in a black leather cop outfit. He couldn’t help but be turned on by seeing another hero fall, even though it was himself. His dick was stiff hard as he struggled to escape. The fact that he couldn’t escape was just making him harder.

Psy had turned to see his friend Sgt. Hart unconscious on the floor. He was startled, but then the guy had jumped him from behind. He was stunned at first but then he used his improved telepathy to get into the man’s mind.

Nothing happened. Why couldn’t he do it? Why hadn’t he noticed when the man entered? He was controlling everyone in the bar. How did this one man slip past him?

He tried again. Nothing. The only other person with immunity to psychic attacks like this was Hardcore. Hardcore was a void or empty space to any psychic. But this guy was different. He was the opposite of Hardcore, instead of an empty hole he felt a fullness, like there was no room to get in.

“Why can’t I get into your head?” Psy choked out as he struggled inefficiently against the other man. Psy was a skilled martial artist, but still couldn’t break hold. The guy was good. He took away his balance and every time Psy tried to reclaim it, the man would tighten the hold around his neck.

Officer Rodriguez was silent in response. “I made a deal with the devil kid. You can say I got a gift. You’re powers don’t work on me. None of you supers’ powers will work on me. And while I’m holding you, you don’t have access to yours. Am I right?”

Psy had planned to used his tactic with Hardcore on the officer. His telekinesis would get him out but…Nothing. He realized that he couldn’t read anyone else’s mind either now. There wasn’t a single thought he could read. No one he could control. He was powerless.

“How is this possible? No one has the ability to turn off powers.” Psy said feeling completely helpless for the first time in his life. Ever since he was young he had his abilities and now they were gone. It was like a sense, like sight or hearing, had been turned off.

“Told you boy. Deal with the devil. You fucking ‘heroes’ drove me to it,” the officer spat out the word ‘heroes’ with a high level of disdain. “But enough about me boy. I told you we were going to make a bitch out of Hardcore. Shall we begin.”

In the mirror Psy could watch an evil wide grin form on the man behind him. Across the room he saw the most fearsome hero in town quivering in terror. Who the hell was this guy to make Hardcore cower?

* * *

Meanwhile back at the Super Patrol’s base, the cyborg and technopath Widget had been busy taking control of all the occupants of the base. He had converted all of the staffed soldiers with his nanites. Most of the base were injected with them by now and if not they had been hit by his Hypno Ray. There were a few outliers he was trying to account for but Widget had been very efficient.

Right now, Widget looked at a computer screen. It was blank. He wasn’t sure why. According to his sensors it should have been running fine. It was just a security camera. Technically one camera wouldn’t cause any problems since he had all the others and this one camera was near the center of the base and not the perimeter. According to pervious footage no one had entered the room. But it was troubling him. Why? He couldn’t sense anyone in there. And most of the base had been infected with his nanites by now.

What was also concerning was the location of the malfunctioning camera. All other devices in that room seemed to not be connected to him either. How could he not sense any of the machines in that room, but could still sense everything else if the base?

Million of scenarios went through Widget’s head. The only logical explanation of the malfunctioning camera was that there was another Technopath on the base. But there were no other listed technopaths within the state boundaries.

Further examination found another concern. The room was right next to his lab he was currently in.

Widget heard the door open which caught him by surprise since he had locked it. The locks were computerized. This meant a technopath was present.

“Hello father,” came a voice.

“I do not have any offspring,” Widget said. He could only see the silhouette of a man at the door. “So I can not be your father.”

“Oh but you made me. I am after all one of your creations,” said a handsome Asian man who walked into the light. The young man wore a tight fitting fushia shirt that had a “For Rent” sign logo detailed on it. He also wore a pair of very loose shorts that seemed to be only barely staying on due to the supple girth of the man’s ass. The ass was also framed with a jock strap that had the words “FUCK ME” written in with markers. The man sauntered over to him in an overly sexualized way.

“Specimen D. Records show that you had escaped with the rest of the specimens from experiment DZ4392: The use of Fossilatite within RNA self repairing viral cells aka Forumula 2. The experiment was done to see if superpowers could be given for a long term or permanent condition. Based on evidence of technopathic manipulation, it appears the trial may have been effective.”

“What is scary is that I understood that all. I don’t remember a formal education or what my life was before I was here, but I can understand all that shit. Now I know why you did what you did,” said Rent Boy. “But I’m not Specimen D anymore. I go by Rent Boy.”

“You have renamed yourself.” Widget stated. “Or is this a code name.”

“Specimen D really wasn’t a name,” Rent Boy said. He moved closer to his father.

“Why have you returned? There is no logical explanation. You’re objectives would be directed to sleep with as many men as possible and freedom is the most optimal way to achieve that objective. Returning here only risks capture,” Widget inquired.

“Let’s just say I have daddy issues. And I need your help,” Rent Boy said grabbing Widget’s wrist.

Widget’s mind became foggy. His programming started to focus on arousal and how to give adequate pleasure. All the programming that was dumped into him from the virus became awake.

“What are you doing to me?” Widget said is a voice less mechanical and more of arousal and fear. His hands started to grope the other man’s body. He couldn’t seem to touch enough.

“What? Didn’t you know this part of the changes you did to me?” asked Rent Boy with a sly smile.

“Your technopathic abilities are too new. You should not be able to confront someone with my superior support infrastructure and skill. The efficiency of your ability is extremely improbable,” Widget said feeling his loss of control.

“It’s not the technopath abilities that are allowing me to do this daddy,” Rent Boy said. “You’re doing this yourself. In more ways than one. since you made us. You’re rather clueless about us aren’t you?”

“I appear not to have access to my sensors,” Widget said. He started to mouth the nap of Rent Boy’s neck feeling his cock stiffening.

“Now THAT is my technopath abilities. I need to read your files about us and one of your other little experiments. I’m pretty sure plant dude is one of yours.”

Widget felt his dick start to leak precum. But at the same time information seemed to leak out of him and projected onto the screen. He noticed that the technopathic abilities were amateurish but he appeared to know how to use them adequately.

“Gaah, this is taking too long,” whined Rent Boy impatiently. “I’ll tell you want, just show the files of plant boy experiment on the screen over there and I’ll let you fuck my bubble butt here. Doesn’t that sound like fun?” he whispered closing into Widget’s ear.

Rent Boy took his creator’s hand and brought it underneath the elastic band of his jockstrap.

“You know you want to fuck me,” Rent Boy said with a smile.

“I also know you want to be fucked,” Widget said matter of factly. “You were designed in such a way. Metallic tendrils came out of Widget’s back and grabbed Rent Boy’s wrists and wrapped around his waist. “I do not have to do your bidding.”

Rent panted heavily. “Shit, no one ever resisted me before,” he said in disbelief. Weirdly enough he was turned on by the roughness.

“I am not resisting you,” Widget said. “I am merely positioning you better.” Rent Boy was pushed onto a lab table and the gadgets and files that were once on them were strewn onto the floor. The tendrils around Rent Boy’s wrists were released and then slithered around his ankles lifting his feet into the air.

“Daddy knows how to play,” Rent Boy said with a wide smile. “You want me don’t you daddy?” he said while wiggling playfully on the table.

“You are still insinuating that I am your father. It appears to arouse you,” Widget noted. He ripped the shirt off the young man and started to let his hands roam across the muscled chest.

“Ahh, I liked that shirt. But you know what, I like your hands on me better,” Rent Boy said with a big smile. “Come on, you can fuck me and show me those files. You get what you want and I get what I want. Well technically I get to be fucked and the intel which are both things I want.”

“Very well,” Widget said. “There is no escalation of risk by sharing that information. There is also a need to wish to please you. This may be due to increased levels of oxytocin from sexual arousal which appear to be more activated within myself.”

WIdget pulled up the video files of Birch and posted them to the video monitor.

“Forget all that rationalizing. All I want right now is daddy to fuck me rough,” Rent Boy said raising his own legs higher.

Widget found his desires to understand what was going on diminished which was odd since it was often his main drive. The lust for sex was now overwhelming and primal. Widget felt more human that he had in a long time. He wanted to be rough. He wanted to fuck. He wanted to dominate. And he did.

Rent Boy cried out loudly. “Oh yeah daddy, don’t hold back.” He loved it when a plan was working out and sex was achieved. He watched the screen hearing some of the audio. He was learning more about plant boy or Birch was he was known. But it was uncomfortable to view the screen without bending his neck awkwardly.

“You know daddy, I’d like to see the screen from over there. Why don’t you fuck me against that wall over there so I have a better view,” Rent Boy requested.

Widget did not even verbally respond. He was too far gone. He would do anything Rent Boy asked so he continued fucking him. The tendrils lifted Rent Boy off the table without having to remove his dick from Rent Boy’s ass. He soon slammed Rent Boy against the requested wall and the two made out roughly. Rent Boy moan loudly. He was definitely going to have to encourage his clients to be rougher with him in the future.

“Keep going daddy, I’m going to cum. You feel so good in me,” Rent Boy cried out. He felt power was welling up within him. “I’m cumming!” Hot jism shot out of him. Widget cried his own primal shout as he released his own load within Rent Boy.

When he did he collapsed dropping to the ground. He fell unconscious like a rock and Rent Boy was dropped with him.

“Oh man that was good,” Rent Boy said panting. New strategies were going through his head now. He was able to find the files on his and the rest of his Boyz more easily now. He used his technopathic abilities to send the files to one of Duke’s computer data centers. They would probably prove useful and if anything they would take some of the info away from the Widget and the Super Patrol. Recharging his technopathic abilities seemed to hit the spot.

The door to the lab then opened. Escort walked in.

“Hey there,” Rent Boy said with a proud smile. “I got the intel but still not sure how to handle this dude.”

Escort walked slowly over to him. He seemed to already have taken off all his clothes and was in the nude which wasn’t that surprising. But something was off.

“Why didn’t you teleport in? And where did you put Dustin?” Rent Boy asked.

He was the pushed roughly against the wall. “Hey what are you doing?”

“I’m sorry,” Escort said. “I can’t control my body. Something happened to me after I slept with cadet.”

* * *

Recreation Park was a nice quiet park that was typically opened for the public to use. It offered wholesome fields for playing sports like baseball, American football, volleyball, and other ball theme activities. It also had a large recreational playground for young ones to play on and a dog park and a nice quiet hiking path to stroll. In the recesses of Recreation Park a team of young college aged men were playing a rugged game of soccer. Luckily no one really watch the soccer team practice, mostly because they really were not that good. On this particular day the tear was having a scrimmage match. What made this practice particularly different was that the players were all playing Roman style, as in totally nude.

Luck was not on their side as they were under the thrall of the Coach, playing out a perverted scrimmage match. But the true threat was not the Coach and his two minions, but of the two super heroes playing goalies, also under the Coach’s control.

Frost and Apollo had somehow, unknowingly changed a group of super villains into mindless sex zombies. They didn’t know how, all they knew was that is was related with sleeping with them.

Frost knew that he had to stop the game but he wasn’t sure how. The game was thankfully going a little slower since many of the guys seemed to be checking out their teammate’s now exposed junk. They were also all aroused now and continuous running with hardons was not easy.

Frost knew that he had to find a way to stop the game from ending. If only he wasn’t completely useless to anything but servicing cock and be a hopeless slut. He smiled to himself thinking those thoughts. “Yeah everyone knows now that the big strong super heroes is a pansy slut,” Frost said aloud as he stroked his hard dick.

TwzEET went the odd sounding whistle.

“Frost what are you doing? Why are you just kneeling there stroking your big slutty dick?” screamed the Coach formerly known as Drill Sgt. Bellows.

“Because I want everyone to see how much of a useless slut I am,” Frost moaned and he thrusted his hips while continuing to rub his cock. “I need to show off how I stroke my big slut stick.”

TwzEET!

“Shouldn’t a dumb cock whore like you be showing off his other wares? You’re such a bad goalie because you let everyone score. It’s probably because you let everyone score that tight slut hole of yours,” the Coach yelled. “A sexed up whore like you can’t help but show off all his body.”

Frost turned his body to show off his ass to his teammates.

TwzEET!

“That’s right Frost. Show everyone how an effeminate bimbo would try and lure men to fuck his ass,” the Coach said with a dark smile.

Frost, still on his knees, thrusted his ass in the air. He arched his back so his ass looked more pronounced. He then pulsed his hips so his ass bounced in the air demanding attention even from the guys playing the game or catching glimpses of their teammate’s body.

TwzEET!

“Frost that is such an unmanly way to behave on a sports field. But you can’t stop yourself from showing how girly and slutty you are. After all it makes you super horny to show off how slutty you are doesn’t it.”

“Oh yeah,” panted Frost. “So horny. So slutty.”

TwzEET!

“Go ahead Frost try and stop debasing yourself. You want to but you can’t stop. Now that you started you can’t stop being your true bimbo self.”

“Need to stop,” Frost muttered weakly with his ass thrusting higher into the air. “I’m being so unmanly. This is so degrading; it’s only making me hornier. Everyone sees me acting like a bimbo. Oh man why can’t I stop?”

Coach smiled to himself. Frost commands to say degrading things about himself were coming out so naturally now.

TwzEET!

“No, you stupid bimbo! You’re not acting like a bimbo. You ARE a bimbo. Tell everyone what a bimbo is,” demanded the Coach.

Frost’s ass thrusts and squirming seemed to be getting faster now. He was getting so aroused from the berating and disgracing himself. “A bimbo is dumb and stupid. A bimbo makes himself attractive to men so they will sleep with him. A bimbo only thinks about sex and cock. A bimbo acts sexually lewd all the time so they will sleep with him.”

“That’s right,” affirmed the Coach. “And are you a dumb stupid slut?”

“Yes,” moaned Frost loudly.

“And is all you think about is sex and cock?” the Coach asked.

“Yes and tasty cum,” Frost admitted.

“And are you acting sexually lewd so men will sleep with you?”

“Oh gawd yes!” Frost said.

“Then what are you?”

“I”m a bimbo!” Frost moaned in disgrace.

The Coach saw that Frost looked humiliated from admitting being a bimbo. This pleased him on some ends but it also concerned him. He had made him feel elated to admit he was a slut before. The Coach had made his feel aroused from admitting debasing things about himself. These last few commands should just be supporting Frost’s already dumb slut self. Were his suggestions wearing out? He would have to put a stop to that.

TwzEET!

“Frost are bimbos ashamed of being bimbos or are they happy being bimbos?” the Coach asked.

“Huh?” Frost said halting his air humping. He didn’t understand the question.

TwzEET!

“Bimbos love showing off how vain and stupid they are. It makes them happy. You like showing off how dumb and slutty you are don’t you Frost. You can’t help yourself.”

“Yeah, I’m such a dumb slut,” Frost moaned.

“That’s because you’re a bimbo. Bimbos can’t help themselves, like you. You’re happy when everyone knows you’re a dumb bimbo. They have so much fun being bimbos”

TwzEET!

“Frost everytime you think of a way that a bimbo would act, you can’t help but act it out so people know that you’re a bimbo. And everytime you act like a bimbo you will find you enjoy acting that way and realize how much fun it is and express your happiness in a girly bimbo way.”

The Coach smiled to himself.

TwzEET!

“Frost, tell everyone how a bimbo acts!” the Coach demanded.

“A bimbo would look at a bunch of hot guys he wanted to sleep with and suck his finger to insinuate it was a cock,” Frost said mimicking what he described. He licked his finger with a smile on his face as he tried to get some of the players attention.

“Does a bimbo use a word like ‘insinuate’ Frost?” the Coach asked.

“No a bimbo is dumb and not very good with words. He can only use small words and not big words like...like...goosh I can’t think of any examples. I’m so bad at big words. I am like such a ditz,” Frost said with a wider smile. He started to giggle once he made the realization.

“Tell us more about bimbos Frost.”

“Bimbos are like super lewd. They are constantly wiggling their bodies for attention like this,” Frost said as he started to hump his ass in the air again. This time he moved his entire body in the process and writhed excitedly. His dick was stiff as steel now and he was excited to show off his smutty body.

“And bimbos are always inviting guys to have sex with him,” Frost said has he continued to thrust his ass but started to stroke one of his hands in an inviting manner along the end of his spine. His other hand started to play with his nipples. “A bimbo can’t stay still. His body craves attention. His body craves sex so badly. He can’t stop himself even if he wanted to, which he doesn’t.”

Frost started to smile and giggle uncontrollably again. Why couldn’t he stop giggling? It was so hard to think. The fact that he couldn’t stop the giggling made him giggle more. He should stop thinking and worrying about it. After all he was happy and having fun. The Coach was pleased that Frost’s conditioning seemed to be back on track.

“Oh my god, this is like so much fun,” Frost said intentionally raising the octave of his voice. Frost knew that bimbos would want to come off as effeminate so he tried to sound and act as girly as possible. Doing so made him giggle with glee.

TwzEET!

“Tell everybody what is fun Frost?”

“Its fun being a sex crazy bimbo!” Frost said loudly. “You don’t have to think.

You just have to make yourself look dumb and sexy.”

“You like having fun, don’t you Frost?” the Coach asked.

“Frost loves having fun,” Frost said speaking in third person. That was definitely something a bimbo would do, he thought as he giggle some more.

“What is more fun than acting like a bimbo?” the Coach asked.

“Frost loves having men fuck his bimbo butt. HeeHee! Bimbo butt,” Frost said while slapping his ass. “Frost needs a real man to mount his bimbo butt.”

“Are you saying you’re not a real man,” laughed on of the players. Many of the players were paying more attention to Frost’s actions than to the soccer ball.

“No I’m not a real man. Frost is a dumb bimbo,” Frost said giving the player a lusty stare. “Bimbos needs to degrade themselves to real men so they know they can treat me like a sex toy. Bimbos want real men to treat them like bimbos.” Frost did everything he could to vulgarly get the player to look at his ass. When the player lecherously looked as the muscled ass, Frost felted elated and pleased with himself.

“Don’t you want to be a real man Frost?” the Coach asked.

“No. Being a bimbo is fun. Frost likes fun. Frost is too dumb to be a real man. Frost can’t stop himself from being bimbo,” said Frost. He really couldn’t stop himself. But every time he tried he just acted dumber and girlier. And every time he failed he got happier. Worst of all he was enjoying degrading himself in front of everyone.

Frost was having so much fun. He didn’t understand why. He thought he was just playing the part but he couldn’t help himself anymore. It was too hard to think. All he wanted to do was have fun and the only way to do that was to be a bimbo.

“Frost, do bimbos like getting fucked up the ass?” the Coach asked.

“Bimbos love getting fucked up the ass by real men! It is what they live for,” Frost said as he continued to thrust his ass in the air. It felt like he was in heat and needed to be fucked. In fact it looked like he was in heat to the players.

“You probably can’t wait for the other team to score the last point so they will fuck your bimbo butt,” the Coached laughed.

“Yeah I want them all to fuck my slutty bimbo butt,” Frost moaned. Wait? Didn’t he want to stop the scoring? Why did he want them not to fuck him? Man he was so horny. It was so hard to think. Everything would be easier if one of the guys would fuck him already. That would be so much fun. Weren’t they getting the signs? He needed to be more obvious. “Ah Frost needs someone to fuck him right now,” he whined.

“Not yet Frost. You can’t get fucked until the other team scores in your net. Remember you’re the goalie. It’s your job to stop the other team from scoring. Don’t you remember the rules?”

“Frost is so dumb he forgot,” Frost admitted. “And Frost doesn’t want to stop the ball. Frost wants the other team to score in his net so they will fuck him in his slut hole,”

“So you’re not even pretending to stop the ball anymore Frost?” the Coached. “You’re just admitting your a pathetic loser bimbo. Cock is more important to you than winning.”

“YES!” Frost screamed. “Come one Blue team shoot your ball at my net so you can shoot your load in my ass!” Soon Frost has cheering for the opposing team to score all the while continuing to hump his ass in the air.

The Coach smiled on the sidelines. The heroes were finally showing off the pathetic losers they were. He hadn’t had to blow his whistle on Frost in a while now and he was coming along just fine. Soon he’d show the world how pathetic the Super Patrol really was.

* * *

“Look at you boy. You’re pathetic,” screamed Rodriguez. It was directed at Hardcore.

Hardcore was frozen in fear. There was nothing he could do. His worst nightmare was being played out and he was completely immobilized to prevent it from being enacted.

“Here boy!” Rodriguez commanded. It was like a command you would give a dog.

Hardcore was still too shell-shocked to response. “I SAID HERE BOY!”

The hulking hero jumped up and went to the officer. He nearly tripped since his legs felt like they were shaking so badly.

“Now get on your knees boy and beg.”

Hardcore wasn’t used to this. He wasn’t used to feeling powerless. He wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of fear. Yet he found himself groveling in front of the man. Weak noises came out of him like a dog begging to for a treat. Words tried to come out of his lips but nothing resembling language escaped. Instead just weak little whimpers were heard.

Officer Rodriguez just stared at him with a stone glare. He lifted his leather boot off the ground and stomped on Hardcore in the forehead. Hardcore felt the full force and fell backwards onto the floor. He was stunned in what had just happened.

He felt the pain. The full force had impacted him. His super strength should have made him immobile to a simple kick like that. Were his powered were affected or stunted? Psy had mentioned not having access to his powers. Was he affected in the same way? Had the officer done this to him before? The fear grew in Hardcore. Too stunned to move he laid on the floor looking up in terror.

“You’re just a weak little boy now Hardcore,” Rodriguez said. He spat at Hardcore as everyone watched. Still choke holding Psy the Office stepped forward stepping on Hardcore’s chest with his boot, pinning him onto the floor. The hero tried to struggle up, but couldn’t move. The officer’s weight was too much for him to lift off of him.

“Without your strength you are nothing but a scared little boy. No, you’re a scared little bitch!”

Hardcore was helpless. Even if he was a will to fight, which he didn’t, he could not do anything. He had never felt so terrorized in his life. His exposed dick was also painfully hard now.

Even with fear for his own life, this man could turn Hardcore on like no other. But in the depths his greatest fear was this intimidating man turning him away. He felt that in the pit of his ever sinking stomach. The man had more power over Hardcore than anyone else. He could take away powers, but that wasn’t the true fear Hardcore had. This man could destroy him inside and out.

“Now we’re going to make you into a real bitch boy.”

Hardcore felt his cock twitch. As scared as he was, he was looking forward to this.

* * *

Escort pinned Rent Boy on the floor. “I can’t control myself. I don’t know what is going on,” Escort said in a panic.

“You slept with one of the infected cadets,” Rent Boy said.

“Infected? What did I contract? Am I going to die?” Escort said feeling more panicked.

“Not die but become a sex drone under Widget’s control. It has something to do with nanites in the cum.

“I don’t want to be under that robots control,” he whined. “And I want to insert my cock in you. But I still have my normal need to get fucked. This is messed up.”

“You infect with injecting cum. With Widget unconscious his must be going on some primary command to infect others. But I have an idea. I know how Widget works,” Rent Boy said. He still had access to Widget’s personnel files and the knowledge of the nanites and Widget. There was a risk his plan might fail.

“Why don’t we 69. It should appease your need to infect and I can play with your hole while I’m at it,” Rent Boy said.

“Now you’re talking!” Escort said his body seemed to allow him to reposition his fumbling with Rent Boy aligning his dick over his teammate’s willing mouth. “But how does that help stop infecting you?” But Rent Boy had already engulfed his dick.

“Oh yeah,” Escort said. He forgot about his concerns and then smelled the fresh cum from Rent Boy. “Oh tasty!” he said as he licked up the fresh cum from Rent Boy’s tryst with Widget and then refocused on sucking on Rent Boy’s dick.

Rent boy started to suck hard but occasionally moved towards rimming Escort’s ass. “Gah! Man you are good with this.”

“You know,” Escort said, “We really should have some friendly play with each other every so often.” He then brought his attention back to Rent Boy’s dick.

The Boys continued to play moaning loudly. Eventually Escort let his load loose into Rent Boy’s willing mouth and Rent Boy soon released his own.

Escort collapsed to the ground. “Man that felt good. Hey I can control my body again!” He waved his arms in the air. Rent Boy smiled and moved to align with Escort and smiled at him. “Hopefully that should work.” The two cuddled up against each other in a post sex euphoria.

“So did you reprogram the nanites or something? Am I going to have to worry about Widget taking us over? Did I infect you? What the fuck happened?” Escort said feeling still panicked and curious.

“Relax,” Rent Boy said with a smile. “The nanites were in me the entire time. Widget infected me the first time him and I slept together. But the older versions take precedent to the newer versions. It is a safety protocol incase he gets infected with a virus. The ones I was infected with didn’t have the sex drone version to it.”

“Wait so you vaccinated me?” Escort asked. “Should it have worked so fast?”

“I don’t think it is the same thing. Maybe give you new antibodies? I’m not sure how this works but you took in 2 loads of cum from me.”

“You know I have loads of cum in me. Who knows how many different guys at this point,” Escort said with a smile.

Rent Boy laughed and was relieved Escort was more comforted. But they had worked to do.

“You feel like you are up for action again?” Rent Boy asked.

“Always!” Escort said. “Who do you want me to sleep with?”

“I don’t know just yet. Maybe I can reprogram Widget’s nanites to gain control over all the cadets here. I’m not too sure how long he’ll be out though. I wish the intel we gathered could of helped with a plan though. Seems like we risked a lot to just find out some useless info,” Rent Boy said exasperated.

“Maybe you just need to find someone with a good head for intel,” said a voice.

Escort and Rent Boy jolted up and saw a standing, fully functional Widget.

* * *

Widget and Hart are not responding now. I need to put myself in play. If only I could get out of these damn shackles. This damn chastity belt they have on me is driving me insane! They thought they could hold me. They thought they could contain me, but my influence is too powerful! BWAHAHAHAHAH!

Err maybe I should do an evil laugh and bring about suspicion to myself until I escape. I don’t’ want to draw their attention until I’m ready. I’ve been working so hard on this project.

But someone has been interfering. This is not working out how I wanted. Someone else is messing us with things and I don’t know who.

Could it be?

No. They wouldn’t interfere with what I’m going to do. Would they? They promised me though. I deserve this!

They can’t keep me pinned down and lock up forever. Soon I’ll have my freedom and all the super cock I can get.

* * *

Psy continued to struggle feeling the nightstick press against his neck.

“I was observing you boy,” the officer said turning his attention back to the man gasping for air. “You like watching from the sidelines. I’m more of a hands on kind of guy myself.”

Psy felt his crotch be fondled by the other man. He hadn’t noticed how much he had been neglecting his own cock which seemed to almost explode from the officer’s rough touch.

“You’ve been playing with other people so much you haven’t taken care of yourself.”

It was true. Psy was constantly horny but he hadn’t gotten off since his visit at the bathhouse. Despite encouraging all others to cum, he hadn’t even touched himself. He had only watched.

“You’ve been exposing and watching everyone else. Why don’t we turn the tables,” said the officer has his leathered hand groped the bulge.

Psy felt the officer stick his hands down his leather pants. Psy felt himself squirm as the leather gloved hand pulled out his cock and started to stroke it.

The patrons of the bar had all been primed for the new sexual urges and interest. They needed no more mental prodding from Psy. They had been watching Hardcore display his sexual depravity, and had seen multiple Cabals in various acts but now all eyes were watching a helpless Psy.

Psy realized that they were all watching him. He looked at the crowd all leering at his hard dick as he blushed and panted. He couldn’t escape into anyone else’s mind this time. He couldn’t stop the acts. He had to experience it all first hand now.

“Oh Fuck,” cursed Psy out loud feeling his body spasmed. He was so close to cumming in front of everyone. They were all watching him now and that was bringing him over the edge.

“Bitch, get in front of me!” Rodriguez commanded. He lifted his boot for Hardcore to crawl out of.

Hardcore jumped off the floor and got back to his kneeling position infront of them. He didn’t even hesitate to consider that the officer might smack him again. Psy saw that Hardcore’s dick hadn’t subsided. He was turned on by this?

Unable to hold back anymore Psy felt his body explode. His orgasm shot out and the officer made sure that every drop landed on Hardcore. Psy’s cum mixed into the other hero’s hair and mask and dripped down to the chest and harness. Psy had built up an excessive amount of cum for his own hours of unreleased arousal. Hardcore was nearly soaked in the stuff.

The officer shoved Psy to the floor. He could not even stand after the orgasm but propped his body up on all fours. He panted as his dick dangled freely dripping cum.

“Lick it up boy,” the officer commanded. Psy looked up with a confused face. “I said

LICK IT UP! Lick up your spunk off this bitch!”

Psy crawled himself to Hardcore and started to lick up the cum on the other man’s chest. The touch of muscles, the smell of musk, the taste of cum all hit Psy. He was normally observing all this. He was used to sight and sound, but now he had the whole package. His dick was already recovering to attention.

He got more into the licking, starting to relish the experience. He hoped he could mouth wash Hardcore’s entire muscled and leathered body. He paid close attention to the perk exposed nipples on the man’s hairless chest.

“Kiss him now boy.”

Psy didn’t resist. He moved up face to face with Hardcore and started to make out with the man. Both were on their knees now as the circling crowd surrounded them.

Hardcore’s face and mask were drenched with cum and they started to rub off onto Psy.

Psy started to press his body into Hardcore, wanting to touch every muscle he could. He was started to become equally as cum drenched as his teammate.

“Bitch, take off the boy’s clothing. All of it but the mask.”

Psy felt Hardcore’s hand started to slip off his vest. They broke the kiss to awkwardly remove the leather pants. Psy didn’t put up any resistance.

“Look at all the men around you boy. You left them all exposed and degrade themselves for your enjoyment. Now you’re on the other side.”

Psy looked around the room at all the men ogling and scrutinizing his body. A shiver went up his body.

Then he felt the leather night stick around his throat again. The officer had snuck up behind him. The telepath was not used to anyone sneaking up on him.

“Now boy, we start having real fun.”

* * *

Apollo was on the ground in front of his goalie net. His own goalie attempts had failed. He had grown up being good at sports and he had no idea why he was doing so miserably. He kept feeling a wave of arousal every time he screwed up and he seemed to be on sexual overdrive lately. On top of that he couldn’t seem to stop playing with his boy pussy.

As randy as he was, the players were starting to get up to a similar level. It seemed like their sexual arousal was getting heightened every time the Coach blew his whistle. They were getting so horny that the Coach had to remind them that someone had to kick the ball. The guys were getting too distracted by eachother’s naked bodies. Some of the guys started wanking off while admiring a teammate’s body and then someone else would get turned on watching the guy wanking.

Weirdly enough the oversexualized game was working in Apollo and Frost’s favor for once. He still didn’t want all the innocent college kids to get infected with whatever him and Frost had. He wasn’t even sure how he and Frost had kept control for so long. Were they keeping control? He couldn’t even stand up because he needed to play with his boy pussy.

TwzEET!

“Apollo you’re so pathetic! You can’t stop playing with your damn boy pussy! Is that all you think about? Filling you damn boy pussy. It must be all you think about!” the Coach shouted.

Apollo just mewed in lust as he continued to finger himself.

“I’m sorry. I can’t stop,” Apollo panted

TwzEET!

“Apollo, a pathetic degenerate like you needs to stuff his boy pussy with cock all the time. Filling your hole with your fingers isn’t enough is it.” the Coach asked but it really wasn’t a question.

“It’s not enough,” Apollo admitted groaning.

“Your boy pussy is so needy that you need to fill it with fake cocks when you can’t get the real thing.”

TwzEET!

“I bet if I gave you access to this sex toy you would totally use it on your boy pussy in front of everyone.” The Coach held up a decent sized flesh colored dildo he had taken from his bag. “It would be humiliating to use it exposed in front of your team but could you stop yourself? I bet not.”

“So do you want to dildo to stuff your silly boy pussy Apollo?” The Coach asked showing the large toy off for him to see.

Apollo’s face went beet red but he had to admit to himself that he wanted it so badly. He nodded as he felt arousal and embarrassment for admitting it.

TwzEET!

“I can’t hear you Apollo. Tell me what you want,” sneered the Coach with a smile.

“I WANT THE DILDO!” Apollo shouted. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks as he did.

The Coach laughed.

TwzEET!

“If you really want this, then I need to hear you beg,” the Coach said with a sinister smile.

“Please! I need that dildo. My fingers aren’t enough. I need that thick dildo to help sate my boy pussy! Please I need it so bad,” whined Apollo.

The Coach smiled to himself. Apollo was coming around much more easier than he had anticipated.

“And are you going to use this toy on yourself in front of all these young impressionable eyes? Are you sure you want that?” the Coach asked.

“I don’t care. I just need to stuff my boy pussy. Please let me stuff my boy pussy with that dildo. I need it. They can all watch me do it as long as I can stuff my hole. Please I need it so badly,” Apollo said looking longingly at the fake cock.

The Coach laughed as he threw the dildo at the groveling superhero. He was generous and tossed a container of lube. “Make sure it is slicked up, so it can slide inside your boy pussy real nice now,” the Coach said.

Apollo hastily followed the Coach’s advice and in no time the dildo was aligned with his loosened up boy pussy. As it entered him a look of relief hit Apollo’s face. He started to moan loudly and the cries were surprisingly feminine from the muscled up hero.

TwzEET!

“Listen to you go,” said the Coach. “As soon as you get a dick in you, even a fake one, you can’t contain yourself. You can’t help but let everyone know how much of a bottom boy you are. You get so carried away, you can’t contain your lust for dick.”

Apollo was on his back and legs in the air while inserting the toy into him at a quick pace. His moans became louder. “I need dick,” he moaned loudly. “Dick feels so good in my boy pussy. I can’t control myself,”

TwzEET!

“That’s right Apollo. You can’t control yourself. You have to let everyone know how much you love having your boy pussy filled. You need to…”

The Coach was cut off by Apollo’s shouts and moans, “My boy pussy feels so good filled. Oh Gawd! I need dick so badly. I feel like a bitch in heat. Ahh! I am a bitch in heat! My boy pussy feels so good!” Apollo’s voice kept getting louder and higher pitched the more he called out. He couldn’t help himself. He felt all his control fading and any lusty, embarrassing contemplation was vocalized without a second thought. His thrusting with the toy became faster and he lifted up his hips in the air while he supported himself via his shoulders and feet. Apollo realized everyone could see him and he had no way in stopping. “Oh my gawd. I’m so out of control! Everyone can see me. This is so embarrassing. If I don’t stop I’m going to….AhhhH!” Apollo shot a load of cum which splattered across his chest and face.

“Oh man, I didn’t even touch my dick. So much easier to cum with a didlo in my boy pussy,” Apollo said slowing his pace but not stopping with his toy. “I can only cum with my boy pussy filled. My boy pussy feels so good. I so can’t control myself when my boy pussy is filled. I can’t stop playing with my boy pussy.”

The Coach smiled. He wouldn’t have to do too much more work on Apollo now from what he could see.

TwzEET!

“Look at yourself Apollo. Covered in your own cum and playing with a dildo when you’re in a middle of a game. Is this how a hero acts or are you just a pathetic bottom boy,” laughed the Coach.

“I’m so pathetic,” admitted Apollo as his thrusting of the dildo got faster again. “I can’t stop myself. I can’t control myself. I’m just a pathetic bottom boy.”

TwzEET!

“So what is more important, playing with your insatiable boy pussy or pretending to be a hero.”

“I need to play with my boy pussy,” panted Apollo. He wanted to say being a hero was more important, but he couldn’t find the will to lie. It was humiliating to admit it out loud and know it was the truth. His boy pussy was becoming ever more important. It was as if it was all he could think about.

“So then why pretend to be a super hero when everyone can see you are just a sex crazy bottom boy,” sneered the Coach. “Everyone can see how pathetic you really are now. You’re not a hero. You’re nothing more than a horny bottom bitch!”

“Not a hero, I’m a bottom bitch,” Apollo moaned. It was so hard to think clearly. All he wanted to think about was his boy pussy and having it filled. “All that matters is having my boy pussy filled,” Apollo said out loud.

TwzEET!

“That’s it Apollo. Admit you’re a dick hungry slut. Not some fancy hero. Everyone else can see it. Now that you admit the truth, it will be so much easier to focus on getting that boy pussy of yours filled by every dick you can find. You’re much more useful to everyone by offering up your boy pussy to anyone who wants it.”

“I’m more suited to be a whore than a super hero,” Apollo admitted feeling his shame welling up. “Why should I even try being a hero. I’ll just embarrass the team by showing how out of control my boy pussy is. I’m useless.”

TwzEET!

“Now Now Apollo, it is true are mostly pathetic at most things, but not at everything.. Now that you can admit you are a useless hero, you can finally embrace your true calling.”

“My true calling?” Apollo asked confused.

TwzEET!

“That’s right your true calling to be a slut. You are pathetic at everything else, but you’re a master at letting guys have use of your boy pussy. Whatever use could you be to anyone but an eager cum dumpster? It is the only thing you’re good at after all.”

TwzEEt

“I want you to think about that Apollo. What would it be like to be a dick crazed slut. Can you imagine yourself the bottom boy in a gang bang. Imagine replacing that dildo with real dicks pounding your boy pussy. Doesn’t that sound good.” The Coach asked rhetorically.

“So good,’ Apollo moaned with his eyes closed imagining the scene. “All those dicks taking turns with my boy pussy.” Apollo’s own dick was hard and visibly leaking precum. He had given up all effort in trying to stroke himself. Why bother. The only way he could cum was through his boy pussy anyhow. He kept thinking about having a real guy fuck his boy pussy. “Gawd I want real dicks in me,” Apollo said out loud feeling embarrassed for admitting it so openly.

TwzEEt

“That’s right Apollo. You want to be a good team player and everyone needs to play on their strengths. The only thing you’re good at is being a bottom boy. Now that you know your true calling you have to work really hard to make sure you’re a good hussy.”

“Need to make myself a good whore,” moaned Apollo. “How do I make myself a good cum dumpster? I don’t know how. I’m so pathetic.”

The Coach laughed. “Oh Apollo you’re already doing such a good job. Lying around naked and in heat while your boy pussy exposed is a good start. Then you are also calling yourself a slut, a whore, and cum dumpster. Using derogatory words to describe yourself is a good way to let others know what you are. Not to mention playing with your boypussy with your fingers or dildos so it is ready for action when you have access to cock.”

“I’m doing all those things. I’m a good bottom boy. It is my true calling,” moaned Apollo with a proud smile. His dick was painfully hard now.

“But you need to work harder Apollo,” the Coach yelled.

“Harder?” Apollo asked. He didn’t think his dick could get any harder. It was sticking straight up with a sticky amount of precum oozing onto his abs.

“Do you have dick in your boy pussy right now? No you just have dildo. You need to beg and call out for men to fuck your boy pussy!”

“Yes. I need dick!” Apollo cried. “I need to have a dick in me so badly. Please I need it.”

Apollo looked out into the field. He was lost in his own euphoric fog that he lost total thought of the game. But the game appeared to be at a standstill. Every player was in their own state of lust now. They were all jerking off, making out or sucking off another player. The ball was left abandoned in the field.

“Someone fuck my boy pussy!” cried Apollo. “Please I need dick in me so badly. I’m only useful if I have a cock in my boy pussy. I need someone to shoot hot jism in me.”

“They can’t fuck you until the game is finished. And they’ll only fuck you if they score on your goal,” Explained the Coach.

“The game needs to end then. I need to be fucked,” panted Apollo desperately.

He just found his true calling he wasn’t going to be stopped now. The need of dick in him became a desperation.

“Are you saying that you’re not going to stop the ball. You want to lose and have the other team score at your goal.” asked the Coach. He was going to enjoy making Apollo admit defeat as he did Frost.

Apollo remembered about the Squadron of Evil and their out of control sex acts. He remembered that he could condemn the college students to the same fate if they had sex with him. He couldn’t let that happen.

“Fuck that!” cried Apollo jumping up and his legs while leaving the dildo implanted.

The Coach was shocked that Apollo could even stand after all he had thrown at him. How was he breaking control? And he was leaving his goalie box. The Coach was speechless. He accidentally dropped his whistle to the ground and fumbled to get it. He needed to get Apollo back in control.

But Apollo was fast. Really fast. If he had been allowed to use his powers the game would have been a joke with his speed, endurance, stamina, and strength. By the time the Coach had bent down to pick up the whistle Apollo was already at his target.

Apollo lifted his target into the air and threw with all his strength. The soccer ball flew with amazing speed and crashed into Apollo’s net.

“Game Over!” Apollo cried out. “I lose. Now fuck me! I need to be fucked. I need everyone to fuck my boy pussy NOW!”

The Coach collected himself and smiled. “That’s right Apollo. You lost,” he chuckled to himself.

* * *

“That’s it boy. lick that pussy!” screamed Rodriguez.

Psy had his face in between the muscled cheeks of Hardcore’s ass. Psy gave the man a rim job as the other man moaned in ecstasy.

Hardcore was standing, bending at the knees to give Psy better access. His face contorted in expressive hedonism. He grunted and moaned loudly from the experience of having his ass pleasured but the tongue.

“Yeah, that right. Show them how much of a bitch you are,” boomed Rodriguez as his nightstick slammed into Hardcore’s back. The hero felt the pain and force and fell forward onto this knees. “A bitch should be on all fours.” Psy never stopped even with the new angle. Before when his strength and invulnerability were in place, he had barely registered the officer’s blows. Now he felt ever strike and even felt bruises forming. The officer’s verbal attacks had even become more vicious.

Hardcore felt a rough pull of his hair from Rodriguez. He turned him to face one of the television monitors still playing the hours of footage of Hardcore stuffing himself silly with sex toys.

“Look at yourself bitch. You’re nothing but a vile plaything. You’re nothing but a sicko with a wanton ass that needs constant attention. You don’t have any control over yourself do you. You’re nothing more than a bitch that is constantly in heat to get his ass breed.”

You’ve going to let your teammate breed you in front of all these people and you’ll love every minute as you destroy your reputation you built.”

With that the man spat at Hardcore’s face.

Rodriguez squatted down to look at Hardcore face to face. Hardcore’s face still looked like he was lost to lust and sex. He looked like he was too dumb, weak and turned on to fight back. He tried to look away from Rodriguez, but the officer pulled his hair to force the hero to look him in the eyes. He glared menacingly eye to eye with Hardcore with an angry scowl. “Who do you think is going to be intimidated by you when I’m done with you? I bet that you’ll only need one hand to count.” He pushed the hero’s head down with a rough jerk.

“Okay boy, time to start pumping babies into this bitch,” commanded the officer.

Psy took his face out of the ass and looked at Rodriguez. He then looked back at the meaty ass and licked his lips.

The tip of the night stick lifted Hardcore’s head up. “So bitch, are you going to fight back? Are you going to try and stop me from taking away all your street cred? Or are you going to beg for it. Beg to get fucked. Beg to humiliate yourself. Be to be treated like a bitch,” growled Rodriguez.

“Please,” panted Hardcore feeling bruises from where the officer had hit him. “Please make me a bitch.”

Hardcore then felt the nightstick hit him hard on the back.

“Please make me a bitch SIR!” Hardcore said correcting himself. He heard jeers from their audience. Cat calls and others calling him all sorts of derogatory names. Some of them were even stroking their cocks openly watching everything going on.

“That’s right. You’re going to debase and humiliate yourself. As this goes on I want you to let everyone know how much you love being a bitch. You’re going to let everyone know you are nothing but a filthy cock slut,” the officer said in a threatening tone.

“Oh gawd,” Hardcore moaned. “Please do it. Fuck me.”

WHAM! went the nightstick across Hardcore’s face.

“PLEASE FUCK ME SIR!” yelled Hardcore. His dick was so hard. He hadn’t cummed from Psy’s dildo attach, though he was close. He needed release.

“Silly bitch,” growled the officer. “I’m not going to fuck you. The boy is.”

His attention shifted to Psy. “See boy. You’re nice and hard. A good size cock on ya. It should be used. You like that big muscled ass don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Psy said feeling his lust taking over.

“Nice to look at isn’t it?” said Rodriguez

“Oh yeah,” Psy moaned.

“Now what would you rather do: Look at that nice plump ass or breed it raw?”

“I want to breed,” was all Psy could get out. It was so hard to think for some reason. He was so horny.

“Watching isn’t enough anymore. You’re so horny right now you’re probably can’t even think straight.”

Was this guy getting in his mind? God he was so horny. He had already blown a load on Hardcore and he felt like he was ready to burst again already.

Soon after some jeering commands the officer and the patrons of the bar, Psy felt himself fucking Hardcore. Hardcore was moaning loudly.

“Don’t be gentle with this bitch. He needs to be rode hard!” yelled the officer.

Psy started to get rougher with his fucking.

“Oh FUCK YEAH!” Hardcore moaned. “More I need more!”

And Psy gave him more. He never knew how physical he could be. With women in the past he had always been gentle and delicate, but this was primal. This was rough. This was amazing.

“Smile for the camera boys,” said the officer. A camera phone was focused on Hardcore and Psy’s actions.

“You’re recording?” Psy blurted.

“Of course. You like watching porn don’t you. I can always send you a copy to watch later.”

“You can’t do that!” Psy blurted out.

“I can’t. Are you going to stop me boy?” said the cop with a not so nice smile. Psy was speechless in response. “I thought not. Now why don’t you put on a good show. Make it worth while to watch boy. I want it to be worthy of a Grabbys nomination.”

“Don’t Slow down keep fucking me,” shouted Hardcore.

Psy had slowed down out of concern of the camera phone.

“See the bitch knows how to put on a good show,” snarled Rodriguez. “He already seems to have a feature film,” he said waving his arms at all the bar’s televisions still showing Hardcore debasing himself with dildos. “Now come on. You made all these people debase themselves for your viewing please. Turnabout if fair play boy.”

Psy felt his heart racing. His cock was still rock hard and fucking Hardcore.

“Come on everyone’s watching,” the officer said with a smile. “Entertain your fans boy.”

Psy started to fuck harder. He wasn’t sure why but he was more turned on and more rough. He had seen countless amounts of porn and tried to reenact some of the scenes. Particularly the ones with overacting.

“You want this,” Psy said before giving some forceful thrusts.

Hardcore cried out. “Yeah oh yeah!” he said with his eyes rolling back in his head. “OOOOhhhh Fuck!”

“You like it when I do that?” Psy moaned.

“Yeah,” panted Hardcore. “Fuck yeah!”

All of this was too much for Hardcore. He was on the brink for some time and…

“Oh FUCK I’m going to cum.”

Sure enough cum splattered all over the floor. Psy was amazed that Hardcore had gotten off simply by being fucked. Psy knew that if this was a porn he should get off now as well. Also the orgasm needed to be visual so everyone could see. He pulled out of Hardcore and started jacking off. It didn’t take that long before he cummed, shooting his load all over Hardcore ass and back.

Psy panted. His body was covered him sweat. ‘That was amazing,’ he thought to himself. He wondered if Hardcore would be up for some more play soon.

Sure enough Hardcore seemed willing to start up again. He lifted himself up and rolled over on the floor sitting in his own cum. He lifted up his legs to expose his ass and already restiffened cock. “More. I need more. Fuck me.”

Psy couldn’t believe he was already wanting more. His own cock was already starting to harden. He looked up at the bar patrons. Everyone was watching them and some of them had taken the officer’s lead and had their camera phones out as well. It wasn’t just the officer recording this now. Psy’s cock became even harder upon that realization.

Psy smiled to himself, “Yeah I’m going to fuck you raw!” After that he went in for the kill. He had to put on a good show after all.

* * *

Rent Boy and Escort stood up quickly seeing Widget standing before them. Rent Boy thought the man should have been down for the count but here he was. And there was another Widget on the ground unconscious. Could the cyborg be replicating himself?

“You’re not Widget,” Rent Boy said. “I can’t sense any technology off of you at all.”

Widget uncharacteristically smiled widely. “Caught me, I can change my outfit to look like tech, but it is really all organic and props.” said the non-Widget. “But you said you had daddy issues so I thought you would like this form. Or maybe I should choose this form.” The mad shifted from a look-alike of Widget to a somewhat clothed version of Escort.”

“Ahh a shapeshift,” Escort said. “Now I can think of a couple of hot guys I wouldn’t mind you taking the face of. Can you do Daniel Craig?” Or how about Joe Manganiello? Or you can just stay looking like me. I’d have sex with me. It’s a little vain, but so am I.”

Rent Boy shushed his teammate. Although he had a few fantasies he could come up with himself. “You said you can help us. How so?” he asked slyly.

The other Escort looked far more serious. “You seem to want plant boy or Birch out of commission. Am I right? Easy to assess that.”

“You’re right,” Rent Boy said raising an eyebrow. The man must have been listening to their previous conversation. Meaning he saw the files of him and the rest of the Boys.

“Well I think I know of a decent plan to get rid of him and know where you can find the resources. And I’m willing to share if you are,” said the other Escort.

“Okay this is a little weird hearing me talk this way,” the real Escort said. “Are you weirded out by this?”

“Hush E,” Rent Boy said. “You have something we want, what do you want from us?”

“Hey but can’t we just seduce him with our touch and make him tell us the info?” Escort said.

“I was trying to be coy so I could, Escort now SHUT UP!” Rent Boy said.

“Oh sorry,” Escort replied backing away.

“You want to sleep with me so I give the info, fair game,” Shift said. “My only condition is I get some of that cum of yours. I don’t want to be a mindless thrall to this guy and if I can inoculate myself I can help the others.”

Rent Boy smiled. This seemed to be a very fair trade. “So you want to sleep with us? Are you even gay? I’m getting good at figuring out which men are and which ones need more enticing, but you’re hard to read.”

“It is what I’m good at after all,” Shift said changing his form into Rent Boy. He was in the outfit Rent Boy was in, before Widget ripped it apart. “I can get into other people’s heads and play the part. You pick it up after a while and mess with body language.” He twisted his body, exposing his backside and pushed out the large muscled ass in an inviting manor.

“Well you got me accurately,” said Rent Boy lusting after his own ass. Rent Boy was tempted to fuck himself there on the spot. Escort was right, it was vain, but in an enjoyable way. “And you didn’t answer the question.”

“Force of habit,” Shift admitted truthfully. He was used to alluding real answers with distractions; just the distractions were more provocative now. “I’m not gay, but I’ve had to do some questionable things today. Believe me a few guys have tried to turn me over, but it hasn’t seemed to stick.”

“Sleeping with us, might be the breaking point,” Rent Boy said. “We are really that good.” Yep definitely vain.

“It is a chance I’m going to have to take. Widget’s little thrall virus is too dangerous. Too many people are infected with it and we need an antidote before it gets off the base,” Shift said. He was honest but he was putting on a false bravado. He was fairly certain this would change him for good. But in all his years of experience he had to adjust to his surroundings and this was just another adjustment.

“Fine, but we do it away from the lab and daddy,” Rent Boy said. “Already had one panic attack of him waking up, don’t need another. Escort.”

“Escort grabbed the two men and teleported them. Soon Shift found himself on a roof. A naked young man sat on the ground looking excited.

“You came back!” Dustin said.

“When I woke up no one was here and I didn’t know where I was. I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” said the nude young man.

“Ahh sweaty, we wouldn’t leave your sexy ass” Escort said embracing the unclothed new hire. “We just left you to keep you safe. The club has an infestation, the base was dangerous, and you needed to sleep it off.”

Rent Boy eyed Dustin. His skin was unblemished and near perfection. His muscle tone was more defined now and his ass was plumper. Did he change?

“Well I’m glad your back,” Dustin said wrapping his arms around Rent Boy and planting him an affectionate kiss on the lips. Rent Boy followed suit enjoying the boy. Yes he’d be a good addition to their team.

“Hey what does a boy need to do to keep your attention,” Shift said. His appearance changed to match that of Dustin.

“We haven’t even touch you and you’re begging to get our attention,” Escort said with a smile. “I’m liking this guy.”

“You want me to be needy,” Shift said. “I can be needy.” The Dustin look-a-like turned around and stuck out his ass. “I need you cum inside me. I need that big thick cock in my hole. Please I need it so badly.”

“Well at least you know what turns me on,” Rent Boy said slapping Dustin’s ass. The real Dustin that is. “Why don’t you choose a form that isn’t one of us though? And NOT Widget. Keep it young and muscled. I like the idea of corrupting an innocent. I also like my boys being needy.

Shift changed his form again this time taking the look of a young latino male. His skin and hair darken. His new hair was cropped short with thick black eyelashes. He gave himself smoldering eyes that looked enticingly at Rent Boy. His ass stayed plump and arched wanting for action.

“Nice,” said Rent Boy. “But in this scenario I’m going fuck you silly. I’d rather it be a white privilege boy begging for my cock. I want to corrupt a muscle bound jock that has had it easy all his fucking life and whom I’ll turn into a raging cock whore.”

Shift body altered into something of an Abercrombie and Fitch model. He gave himself a taller frame and wider shoulders to that of a football player. He now had a cleft chin and slight stubble. His hair was perfectly styled to look messy on purpose and was brown with blonde highlights. He smiled widely at Rent Boy. He was taller than him by a foot now, but he made it clear the asian man was the one in control.

Rent Boy smiled. “Now this is a boy I’m going to enjoy fucking over.” He walked over slowly and seductively to Shift. “Now we play.” He placed a hand on the defined muscled chest and gropped.

“ArrgggH!” cried Shift. His body suddenly was engulfed with pleasure. It was suddenly hard to think straight. He felt aroused and horny. All his senses and attention were now focused on the asian man’s and on his touch. “What...What are you….Doing?

“It’s our touch. Nice isn’t it.” Rent Boy smiled. “Most of our clients find it addicting. They want to please me. You want to please me don’t you?” Rent Boy placed his other hand on Shift’s hips.

“Oh gawd, yes I want….I want to please you,” he panted. Shift found his mind was getting fuzzy.

Rent Boy pressed himself against the exposed body. The man moved like a puppet, responding to every subtle direction he wanted him to. He pulled his head down and whispered into the shapeshifter’s ear. “Tell me how to take down Birch.”

Shift shuttered. He wanted to tell him so badly. Everything would be wonderful if he could keep feeling the wonderful touch. If he displeased him he might stop touching. But he had a mission. “Not until I have your cum,” Shift forced himself to say with his eyes clenched. It was almost like it was painful to say.

“Pretty resilient you are. I want to break you, but I think time is of the essence for both of us. You need an antidote and I need to clear house. Besides fucking you will be fun.” Rent Boy grabbed shifts hard cock and kissed the taller man roughly.

Shift felt his resolve failing. If Rent Boy had pushed he wasn’t sure if he could have actually held out. He wanted to play out the man’s fantasy. He wanted to touch the other man’s dick. Many of his past actions were driven from a need for attention and not letting his identity get known. He had not acted out on lust or sexual needs; He may have played the part before but now he wanted sex with a man. He didn’t think he could control himself.

Rent Boy reached around the muscled man and grabbed the thick ass as they kissed. He soon inserted a finger in the Shift’s hole.

“OOohHH! Shift said feeling his knees give out.

“You like that?” Rent Boy asked.

“Y..Yes,” crocked Shift. “I liked that a lot.”

“Tell me what you want Mr. Superhero,” Rent Boy said with a devious smile.

“I want you to fuck me. I want your juices inside of me. I want you to turn me into a cock whore,” Shift said. He didn’t even have to think about what he had to say. It all came out naturally. This wasn’t acting anymore. It scared him how much control Rent Boy was taking but he was turned on by the loss of control. He wanted Rent Boy to turn him. He wanted Rent Boy to break him.

“That’s right. I’m going to make you mine,” Rent Boy said with a sinister smile. “You understand that don’t you? There is no resisting me. There is no turning back.”

“No resisting you. No turning back,” Shift repeated. “I need you to fuck me so badly.” Shfit wasn’t sure if the asian man was acting or letting his true intentions known. But he wanted Rent Boy to claim him. He wanted Rent Boy to fuck him and never let him go. Shift realized that Rent Boy had inserted a second finger. He also noticed that his own body was thrusting itself so he could feel the fingers move in and out. His back was arched and he could feel his dick was steel hard hitting his now defined abs. He tried to stop himself from thrusting but he couldn’t. It was like Rent Boy had total control over his body. No that wasn’t right; his whole body was betraying him with a drive for sexual need.

“Oh what I could do with you,” Rent Boy said with a smile. “I could whore you out to so many men living out all their twisted and depraved fantasies. I’d make you enjoy doing it as well.” Rent Boy moved behind the other man and pushed softly guiding the hero onto this knees and hands. He soon brought his face to the large ass and licked the hole.

“Oh man,” Shift moan. “You’re making me feel so good. I want your dick in me. I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah that’s right mister hero.” Rent Boy said and then licked the hole again. “I want to hear how much you want this.”

“I need your touch. I need your dick. I need you inside of me so badly,” Shift said. Why was he fighting before? Why resist this handsome man that just made him feel so good? All he concerns and useless thoughts melted away when Rent Boy played with him. Why would he ever do something to upset this hunk?

“That’s more like it,” Rent Boy said slapping his hand on the ass. “Your resistance seems to be all but gone now. You’ll tell me everything I want right mister hero. You don’t have control anymore. You’re just my plaything now.”

“Yes, anything you want. I’ll tell you anything. Make me your slave. I’ll do anything to please you,” Shift found himself saying. He wasn’t even questioning himself. His mind was too far gone into lust to have any other thoughts.

“Don’t you need my cum to save the day?” Rent Boy asked.

“I want your cum so badly. But I want to please you more. I’ll do anything to please you,” Shift said desperately.

“That’s what I thought. You’re going to share a lot of secrets with me now. But lucky for you I’ll stick with our original deal. Partially because you made a sexy body for me to dominate, but also because I think you can cause daddy some problems. From my standpoint you stopping the virus and Widget helps both of us.

Rent Boy then shoved his cock into Shift roughly. “YES!” Shift called out. He became louder. “Yes! Your cock feels so GOOD in me!” He was practically screaming.

“Um, should he be quieter. I mean we’re on a roof but it is only three stories high. The neighbors might call attention to us,” Escort said enjoying the show.

“Why don’t you distract that mouth of his then?” Rent Boy said. And then Escort was gone from where he was to infront of Shift’s mouth with his own hard on. He didn’t even have to teleport to get there that quickly.

Shift felt his lips pressed again the other cock then graciously started servicing it. He couldn’t stop himself from getting louder since he always had a drive to get attention. However his loud moans seemed to please Escort and he have the blow job. Shift then felt his own cock being devoured by Dustin, the young new recruit.

“I’m close to shooting my load mister hero. Now before I cum, you’re going to tell me everything I want to know,” Rent Boy said pulling his head off Escort’s cock. Escort just stroked his cock keeping aim for Shift’s face. Rent Boy had pulled his hair so he knelt up and his back pressed up against the asian man. He told Rent Boy what he wanted to know. He told him how to defeat Birch and where to find the resources he’d need. Both Dustin and Escort jerked off on his face while he gave more secrets about the Super Patrol to Rent Boy.

“Please make me your slave,” Shift panted feeling himself on the brink. “I’ll sleep with whomever you want to. I’ll take on whatever form makes you happy. I’ll tell you all the secrets you want.”

“No you’re going to go and defeat daddy. You’re much more useful to me that way Mr. Shift.” Rent Boy said.

“How did you? I didn’t tell you my na...ARGH!” Shift screamed out as he collapsed on the ground. His eyes were still wide open but all consciousness seemed to have left him. Cum leaked out of his stiff cock and oozed out of his asshole.

“That was fun,” Rent Boy said with a smile. “I may take him up on the slave thing in the future, but for now we have other fish to fry.”

“That wasn’t a very good innuendo,” Escort said.

“Everything doesn’t need to be a sexual innuendo,” Rent Boy stated.

“Yes it does,” Escort retorted.

“Whatever just get what we need,” Rent Boy said and Escort vanished.

“How did you figure out his name?” Dustin asked.

“I absorbed some of his memories. I really didn’t need him to tell me anything. It was just hot to break him. I’ve been absorbing a lot of tasty intel from Duke, from Widget and now a guy that spies on governments. There are a lot of secrets I know about now. And I’ll make sure we get good use out of them,” Rent Boy said with a sinister smile.

* * *

Repairs Completed Reboot Initiated

Widget woke up. Or did he restart? It was always confusing when you were half robot and half human. Defining his actions always led to a philosophical debate between his two selves.

Widget evaluated his surroundings He had been unconscious or deactivated for 6 hours. He had depleted the energy from 2 wings of the base to replenish his energy reserves. The cause of his power loss was unknown.

The cyborg evaluated his memory files. The computerized files were always more accurate then human memory, but not Widget was starting to question that belief. This had happened before. Widget considered evaluating his preference to rely solely on the computer bank memories. He would need to initiate a diagnostic evaluation of his systems but that would have to wait.

His agenda was already waylaid and he had to keep his schedule.

Widget went down the hallway. Two men were making out with one having his hand down the other’s pants. This was becoming standard behaviors within the base which pleased Widget. He angled the cameras to record the two men since he knew the behaviors would escalate, most likely with less pants getting in the way.

Another pair of cadets were fucking in a private quarters. They had left the door wide open so that anyone passing by could see their actions. Widget paused to watch them. There were no cameras in private quarters. Widget considered making all the men only have sex in public spaces so their actions could be preserved for prosperity.

Widget continue his way down the hallway. He entered a room the room as saw Cabal. This was actually Cabal Prime, not one of his duplicates.

“You’re late,” Cabal said. “You’re never late.”

“I had computer issues. And other distractions. Has your improvements been adequate,” Wdiget asked.

“Do I have a choice?” Cabal asked.

“No, but I do desire you to enjoy yourself,” Widget said truthfully. He didn’t want to torture his teammate. He just wanted him compliant.

Cabal rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. “I seem to be able to make many more dups now. I’ve been enjoying having sex with myself. Which is still weird by the way. I can’t seem to stop thinking about sex. I want to warn the others but I know you won’t allow me to. Hell I don’t even know where everyone else is.”

Cabal started at Widget, “You made me say that didn’t you? You wanted me to give you the update on what myself.”

“Your evaluation is accurate. I needed to assess you to figure out the best possible plan for you,” Widget said.

”Best possible plan? What are you going to do with me?” Cabal asked.

“I merely want you to be happy,” Widget said with a blank face.

Cabal found himself walking over to a safe. He realized he wasn’t in control of his body anymore. Widget had hijacked his body again. He opened up a secret panel he hadn’t known was there and then pressed a series of numbers that opened up the safe.

“What the hell is in there?” Cabal asked.

“Language,” Widget said. “It is arukite. A supply was given to me to repurpose into weapons.”

“Purple? Doesn’t that make you sexed addicted. How does that get turned into a weapon?” Cabal asked. “Actually forget I asked. Everything around here is sexed up. Were you exposed to this stuff? That would explain a lot of your behaviors.”

”Incorrect. I was infected with a virus that corrupted my systems prior to the acquisition and work with the arukite,” Widget stated.

“Widget?” Cabal stated looking concerned. “Who is pulling the strings? Who is trying to take us down?”

”His identity is unknown to me. But that is not your concern,” Widget stated.

Cabal reached into the safe and pulled out a purple collar. He put the item around his neck and locked it into place.

“What is this for? Is arukite in this collar?” Cabal asked.

“Correct. The arukite does in fact make one ‘sexed up’ as you had stated, but is also pairs the actions that you do. You will enjoy the activities you will be engaging in.”

”You’re going to force me to enjoy myself with the all the things you’re going to make me do,” Cabal stated frankly.

“Correct. This is an added benefit that it will also make those you engage with also effected by the arukite. They will be more willing and eager to engage in sexual activity with you. Like I said, I have been weaponizing the material.,” Widget explained.

“You’re turning me into a weapon,” Cabal said.

“Correct, but I truly wish for you to enjoy yourself,” Widget stated. “Now I believe the Sheppard brothers should be waking up soon. I’m sure they will enjoy an addition to their morning ritual.”

Widget then left the room. And Cabal exited the room, still wearing the purple collar.

* * *

The Coach felt powerful. He had never felt like this before. He had turned two members of the Super Patrol into his playthings. He made them pitiful creatures like he had always seen them. And what was even more delicious is he made them love it.

Soon he would be able to the same to rest of the Super Patrol. That pompous alien Hero. That criminal Hardcore. Those armchair useless fucks Psy and Widget. Even those brainless Cabals. He’d show them all their true selves as useless whores.

But first he had to savor in his victory.

TwzEET!

“The red team are the winners! Which means the blue team needs to offer up their asses to the victors. You’ve all learned how much about being a good team player. You’re all going to enjoy yourselves with this. Good sportsmanship means the victors savor sexual gratification from the losers, and the losers gladly and enthusiastically pleasure the victors. But first I think all the red team needs to fuck Apollo’s boy pussy since he was the MPP.”

“MPP?” asked one of the members of the blue team.

“Most Pathetic Player!” the Coach laughed.

“But what about Frost? Frost needs to get his bimbo butt fucked as well,” called out Frost on his back and legs in the air and hard dick exposed.

“You’re team won Frost,” said Watts, the former coach of the team. “You don’t get fucked.”

“But that’s unfair,” Frost whined. “Frost is so horny for a real man to fuck him.”

TwzEET!

“Well Frost since you were the MPP of your own team, I think it is fair for the blue team to fuck you while they wait to be fucked themselves.” said the Coach.

Frost giggled with excitement upon hearing this. Coach loved the fact the Frost was looking forward to his own debasing.

A wicked idea crossed the Coach’s mind.

“But first I think the MPP of the red team should fuck Apollo first. It seems fitting after all.”

“But I don’t want to fuck. I want to be fucked,” pouted Frost looking over at Apollo still playing with his dildo. “I want a real man to fuck me. Bimbos don’t top.”

“Apollo needs to have the entire red team fuck him and we need to start with you since you’ll be getting fucked soon being gang banged by the other team,” explained the Coach.

“But…” Frost started

TwzEET!

“Bimbos are obsessed with sex Frost. You’ll fuck Apollo with a big smile on your face! This is good sportsmanship!” the Coach called out. “Then you’ll get your slutty ass filled.”

A big smile went on Frost’s face. He left off the ground and made his way over to Apollo. The Coach smiled that Frost’s walk was more of a prance. He had done a solid number on the heroes.

Apollo soon saw Frost prancing over with his thick hard dick standing at attention. “Frost I need you. Please fuck my boy pussy,” he moaned throwing the toy aside. He got himself off the ground and got on all fours. “Fuck me Frost.”

The two were used to foreplay and affection when have sex, but they were too far gone to care about that. The two started fucking vigorously.

And then a guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

“I don’t know what’s going on here, but sure wish I could stay,” said the man in suspenders and leather shorts. “I just need to take these two. Have fun with your orgy.”

With that they man, along with Frost and Apollo were gone.

“What!” screamed the Coach.

TwZEEEEEET!!!!

“GET BACK HERE!!!”

* * *

Timothy and Joshua Sheppard were cuddled up in bed when they heard their door open.

Groggily waking up, Joshua realized his brother’s dick was still inside of him. This made him happy. They must have fallen asleep after fucking.

“Morning Ensign, Colonel,” Cabal said smiling at the two nude men.

“Morning sir,” Timothy said feeling half awake. “I think we should stand and salute you, but were still waking.”

”Well one of you is standing at attention,” Cabal said nodding towards Joshua’s hardening dick. Joshua smiled as he felt his brother’s dick inflate in him.

“Trust me, my little bro’s standing at attention as we speak,” Joshua said with a wink. He pushed his hip back into his brother and twisted his body so he could properly give his brother a morning kiss.

“Well I think I’m going to have to inspect that myself,” Cabal said with a smile. He jumped into bed with the two men who openly embraced him with open arms. They helped him out of his leather uniform, but left the purple collar on him.

Cabal found himself feeding on the two dicks hungrily. The brothers continue to make out groping eachother. Cabal realized that the collar was going to make him enjoy sucking dick. Not only that become addicted to sucking dick.

‘Man if I keep this up I’m going to be craving a cock in my mouth all the time,’ he thought to himself as he ran his tongue along Timothy’s shaft. ‘The longer I do this the more addicted I’ll become.’ He switched over to Joshua’s dick. ‘Man I can’t believe how turned on I am just from sucking their cocks. I don’t dare stroke myself because I’ll probably bust a load too quickly. I so don’t want to end this.”

Cabal’s mind became dizzy with excitement. ‘I wonder how many cocks I’ll need to suck before I become truly addicted. Maybe I’ll have to suck 12 cocks to get hooked. Maybe I’ll have to suck 30. Hopefully more than that. I’ll probably be known as that guy that will give anyone a blow job. And it will be true, not some false rumor. I really will be that guy that will give anyone a blow job, all because of this collar.’ Cabal moaned loudly.

‘People will probably stop me in the hallway and pull out their cocks expecting me to service them. I’ll probably get really good at giving blow jobs after all the cocks I’m going to suck. And with my duplicates I can gain more experience and be able to suck off so many guys. I should practice on myself more. I’d give myself a good blowjob.’

With that a shadow moved out from Cabal and formed another version of himself. This one started to suck off the Cabal Prime with excitement and vigor. Cabal released his load into himself in no time at all and then reabsorbed the duplicate as he finished off the Sheppard brothers.

Cabal realized he was going to need to practice more. If he was going to be addicted to sucking dicks he wanted to make sure he had the most skilled mouth on the base. Else he would not be able to get his fix of blow jobs. Man he was going to have to suck a lot of dicks. Good thing giving blow jobs was a lot of fun, or else Cabal would hate getting addicted to doing them.

Then Timothy made a statement about his sexy ass. That his ass looked really fuckable.

Cabal smiled at him when he said this and licked his lips. He wondered if he could get addicted in getting fucked up the ass. The collar would probably make him addicted to that too. He should start practicing in that area as well. Timothy seemed to be willing to help him start practicing since he was getting hard again.

Joshua then started to say something about his own ass feeling empty and needing a big superhero dick in him. The two brothers lifted Cabal up and started to make out with him. Cabal wondered if he could get addicted to kissing men. It sure felt like he could.

Man, there were so many things he was going to get addicted to. Even with his duplicates, how was he going to have the time to practice all his new obsessions? Well he’d just have to do it one dick at a time. Actually he could work on two dicks at a time right now. Man what if he got addicted in having three-ways or orgies. That was another thing he was going to have to put on his list. Good thing he was starting up on that one. He was aligning his dick with Joshua’s ass which Timothy started prodding Cabal’s own hole. He could work on his addiction to fucking, getting fucked and orgies all at the same time.

Good thing he felt super horny. He was going to have to work super hard to keep up with all his new addictions.

* * *

Psy and Hardcore hard been going at it for hours. At least that is what it felt like to Psy. His muscles were sore but his dick never seemed to let up. He was just so horny. Not to mention the amount of cum he and Hardcore were making. He knew they were superheroes and Hardcore’s super endurance and healing factor may have played a part but they were rolling around in a giant puddle of their cum. Their bodies were covered with the musky juices.

Physically they should not have been producing so much of jism.

But even his endurance had to give out at some point. He was lying in the puddle of cum now, unable to move. His dick was still hard and Hardcore was riding away at his cock. Hardcore didn’t even seemed to slow down at all. Even without his super powers he seemed as horny as ever. He was still moaning away loudly with his face in a euphoric bliss as he bounced away on Psy’s cock.

“It looks like Hardcore is an addict!” someone said in the crowd.

“Addict to COCK!” Hardcore said with a broad smiled. “This ass was made to be used!”

Psy couldn’t believe how into it Hardcore was. He saw flashes of light from men taking pictures of the two of them in action. The men taking the pictures had good timing because Hardcore burst a nut and thick white ropes of cum shot up in the air adding more to the already cum soaked hero’s body.

“That’s a good bitch. Smile for the camera,” the officer said.

Hardcore obliged by smiling widely into the camera while rubbing the fresh cum into his body.

“Getting tired boy. The bitch is beating you out. Not surprising since he is a greedy bastard,” said Rodriguez turning his attention to Psy. “So I have a lot of footage of you two now. What should I do with it? Should I post it online for everyone to see?”

“Oh god,” Psy panted exhausted. Part of him wanted to stop him but he also wanted everything online. He wanted more people to watch him and Hardcore. Hw wanted to see him and Hardcore going at it. Why should he deprive the world?

“I can see your gears turning,” said the officer. “And it’s turning you on isn’t it. Now I’m an officer of the law. I’m not going to post sexual activity without consent so why don’t I get some video of consent.”

He turned the camera phone to Hardcore. “So bitch do you want the world to see you fucking yourself silly and have them see you as a nancy bottom. Everyone will know that you love to take it up the ass.”

“Yes!” panted Hardcore. “I need cock.”

The officer smiled. “That’s right you little cock slut. And how about you Psy?” the officer said turning his attention to the telepath. “Do you want people jerking off to your sexual activities? Everyone watching you do all those debasing sexual activities? What you say to that? Should I post it online?”

“Yes,” panted Psy with a somewhat deranged smile. “Let everyone see. I want everyone to watch me.”

With a could of strokes from the finger Rodriguez was able to announce that it was done.

“I’m sure the bar will be willing to play you two in action as soon as Hardcore’s solo adventure is finished….whenever that will be,” said Rodriguez laughing at the lust crazed Hardcore on the televisions.

Rodriguez’s facial expression seemed to change again but then shifted quickly again. Psy wasn’t sure what he saw.

“Psy if you like being watched so much then you should jerk off infront of your adoring fans,” he mocked. He pulled Hardcore off of Psy by his hair and then kicked Psy until he got up.

Psy got up and stumbled his way over to the crowd. He was smiling and still rock hard. He fell ontop his knees and continued to jerk himself off as the officer had told him to do. Everyone seemed to be cheering him on and a few whistled at him. More pictures and videos were taken of him.

“Yeah, take more pictures of me,” Psy panted. “Post me covered in cum all over the internet.”

“I think you need some more cum,” said one of the guys in the crowd jerking off his own hard on. He had his hard cock aimed at Psy.

Psy in response said, “Yeah I do. Shoot it all over my face,” and opened up his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue to try and catch the cum. Soon more cum landed on him. The crowd cheered and soon other followed. More guys started to stroke their hardon taking aim for the hero. Psy couldn’t believe what was happening. He was in the center of a bukkake session. He saw someone recording the whole thing. He couldn’t wait to watch this all online.

* * *

It was them! They said they were going to let me out. I can get my wish finally. Soon. I’ve been patient for so long. I just have to wait a little bit longer.

I wish more were in my control. Right now Cabal and Widget are the only really secured pieces. Hero is still off planet. Frost and Apollo are MIA. Hardcore and Psy are at the club and Hart isn’t telling me what is up. But that doesn’t matter. I’ll soon be free and able to play the end game!

* * *

Frost awoke in a dark room. Where was he? His head was spinning. Apollo was unconscious next to him but breathing. No obvious injuries were on him.

It was hard to think. He remembered the Coach and what he made Frost do. How he made him behave. Part of the desire to act like a bimbo was still in his head but he was more aware of it. Before it had felt like it was the most natural thing in the world to follow; now he felt more in control but could recall how much fun it was to behave in such a way.

How did they escape? A guy showed up? Out of no where. Frost was fucking Apollo. They came here and then he had a strong need to sleep.

“Hey boss, one of the hero dudes woke up,” said a guy with messy brown hair. He was nude with a stiff dick.

Frost looked at the guy and stared at him. “You won’t get away with this,” he said. Although he wasn’t even sure what ‘this’ was. But a lot of things weren’t making sense lately.

“Oh don’t worry Frost, we’re not going to harm you,” said a voice. A nude well muscled filipino guy walked into the room. “If anything we just saved you from that weird sports game. Or maybe we took you away from the fun? If that is the case then I guess I can help make it up to you,” he said with a wink.

“The Coach, and those college student,” Frost said. “They need help. We need to go back.”

“He isn’t your concern. I am right now,” said the asian guy. The man grabbed his wrist and Frost felt suddenly horny. Well hornier. He had been way too sexualized as of recent.

“What are you doing to me?” Frost said with a gasp.

“Relax Frosty. I just want to sleep with you both. Once you do, you and hot stuff over there are free to go,” said Rent Boy with a smile. He then leaned in to kiss Frost. Frost found himself willingly kiss the other man. Why were villain all of a sudden constantly trying (successfully) to force him into gay sex acts?

“No I can’t,” Frost said between kissing. “I you do kiss you’ll become sex crazed.”

Rent Boy laughed. “I’m already sex crazed honey. Nothing to be scared about with me and my Boys. And don’t you like touching me.”

“There is something about your touch,” Frost said. His hands roamed the muscled body and pressed his own toned, exposed body against the other guy. He was losing control again. Why couldn’t he keep control? This was becoming a habit of becoming sexual victim of supervillains.

“And you have some nanites in you. And interestingly they are older than mine,” Rent Boy said as he started mouth the nap of Frost’s neck.

“Oh gawd,” Frost said enjoying the necking. “Nanites?”

He then heard Apollo rustling on the ground and moaning. “Huh what happened? Where am I?” asked the confused blonde hero.

“Hey fellas. Quit messing around in there and help out with Apollo!” Rent Boy called out. The teleporter and the other guys guy suddenly appeared in the room wrapped in eachothers arms making out. “Hey there is nothing wrong with having fun with the new hire,” smiled Escort.

“Of course not,” Rent Boy said with a smile. “But I’m sure you’ll both have more fun in here. Why don’t you help get Apollo up.”

“I’ll do it,” said Dustin wanting to make his new boss happy. He was really liking this new job so much better than the last one. He helped Apollo pick himself off the ground. The man didn’t offer much resistance.

“Huh? Why do you feel so good?” Apollo asked feeling befuddled. He stood and his hands started to brush against Dustin’s chest. Dustin smiled back at the hero and kissed him.

“Huh?” Escort said. “Dustin baby has our touch now? I know his muscle tone and sex drive went up since he woke up but this unexpected.”

“Hmm I may have given that guy we left on the rooftop more than I had anticipated. Oh well. I hope he has fun with that.” Rent Boy turned his attention to Frost. “Now Frost, I haven’t been fucked in the ass in days! Okay maybe hours, but I’ve topped two guys and now am craving for a cock in me. You want that don’t you?”

“No I can’t sleep with you. You’ll turn into sex zombies like the Squadron of Evil,” Frost mumble as his hands explored Rent Boy’s body.

“I don’t understand you at all. Your body is craving sex. Those nanites are pumping up your need for sex like no other. Not to mention they seem to be self-replicating in your cum. The more you hold back the more there are. You need sex and so do I,” Rent Boy whined.

“Huh?” Frost said. “I don’t understand.”

“Gah! Stupid fucking heroes. Here you were going to fuck Apollo, why don’t you continue with that plan,” said the asian man who suddenly shifted to looking like Apollo. “You want to fuck me now, don’t you?” said not Apollo with a big welcoming smile. He laid on the ground and lifted his legs in the air.

“Apollo,” Frost said following his lover. He kissed the other man and felt his hard dick pressed up against the ass. It was safe to have sex with Apollo. But his kissing felt different.

Frost broke the kiss. “You’re not Apollo? I don’t understand.” He went back to kissing the not-Apollo. It felt too good to resist.

“You don’t need to understand. You just need to fuck me,” said the Apollo look-a-like as he wrapped his legs around Frost’s body.

Frost noticed that the heat Apollo usually gave off naturally was absent. It felt foreign to not experience that but he still wanted sex so badly. He began to fuck Apollo while his mind was still a mess. A part of him was calling himself a bimbo. He was too stupid and too slutty to figure out what was going on. But he did understand. A shapeshifter was making him have sex. But why? That part didn’t make sense.

But a part of him was still worried about losing control. He had been way too over sexed recently. The shapeshifter mentioned nanites in his cum. Could they be the cause? How did he and Apollo get injected with nanites?

He was trying to figure all this out while he was fucking the other man. His shape changed back to the Filipino man who was crying out in pleasure for Frost’s cold rough fucking. “Oh yeah. You got a big cock on you skinny boy. So cold it feels hot! Shoot your load in me!”

Frost felt his body jerked and orgasm. It came so suddenly like the asian man had commanded it to happen. The asian man then removed himself from Frost. The hero felt a wave of exhaustion hit him. He also felt himself craving to continue touching the Filipino guy.

“Wait I want more,” Frost found himself saying. He stood up though his legs felt shaky. He tried to walk after the other man but could not seem to get enough strength to stand.

“Of course you do sweetie, but I need your boyfriend’s dick in me now,” Rent Boy said.

“Don’t worry I can play with you,” Escort said appearing behind Frost and wrapped his arm around Frost’s thin waist. The pleasant feeling returned to Frost. Frost found himself kissing the dark haired man, feeling his stubble on his face.

Rent Boy then made his way where Apollo and Dustin were 69ing.

“This guy is hot boss,” Dustin said laying ontop of the hero. “I mean he is smoking in his looks, but his temp is super high. Can I have a round with him when you’re done? I mean having a dick that warm in you must be amazing!”

“Frost’s was fun with it being so cold. I’m sure Apollo is just as fun,” Rent Boy said licking his dick.

Dustin rolled off of Apollo. Apollo finding his companion off his lifted up his legs. “Please fuck me. I need my boy pussy filled. I need to be fucked.”

“Sorry honey, I’ve done enough topping today. This works better if I have you fuck me,” Rent Boy said.

“Noo. I’m only good at being a bottom boy. I’m too pathetic to do anything else but follow by true calling. I need my boy pussy filled,” Apollo moaned lifting his legs up higher.

“Apollo?” Frost said breaking the kiss with Escort. “What is wrong with him?”

Frost didn’t understand. Apollo was still affected by the Coach’s commands. But he seemed to be fine now. Well not totally fine, there was still lingering urges to act like a bimbo and slutty, but he knew what was him and what was the Coach.

“Hey don’t look at me. I’m not even touching him,” Rent Boy said with his hands up in the air.

“You mentioned something about nanites? Did you or the Coach so something to us?” Frost said pushing a very sad Escort away.

Rent Boy looked at Frost curiously. How had he dismiss one of them so easily? Everyone was addicted to their touch. “The nanites are Widget’s. Apollo’s timestamp seems to be the longest so he must have been the original one infected. Even before me, well you’ve been infected longer than me as well,”

“Timestamp?” Frost said.

“Technopathy,” Rent Boy said smiling while touching his forehead. “Speaking of which I have some questions about this.”

Rent Boy grabbed Frost’s wrists. The nanites were easier to read. “You guys infected 5 other guys it looks like. Seems the nanites make people lust crazy for cock. There is a virus in the nanites themselves that must of corrupted Widget. Interesting. They seem to up sex drive, libido and knowledge of gay sex. I like this virus.”

“Five people? The Squadron of Evil!” Frost said surprised. It was making sense. But how did Apollo get the nanties? From Widget? Was Widget infected? How? A big question was answered about him and Apollo but so many more questions seemed to appear now.

“You’re a technopath. Uninfect us!” Frost screamed grabbing Rent Boy’s arm.

Rent Boy looked surprised. He was resilient to their touch. No not resilient. Their touch was still affecting him, but he was able to resist commands and disengage with them. How? The nanites most likely. Possibly something else?

“I can’t. Their timestamp is earlier than mine, meaning I can’t mess with them. Widget might be able to but I’m guessing he won’t,” Rent Boy said.

“What do you mean he…” Frost started but was cut off by a whine from Apollo.

“Stop talking. Please just fuck my boy pussy. It’s so empty. All I’m good for is to be a bottom bitch. Fill me up! Make me feel good!”

“Apollo,” Frost said looking concerned at his teammate.

“I’m not letting you guys go until I get some from him. You can go try talking to Widget when I’m done for all I care. Now you can help me or I can have Escort drop you off in a sex club where you can infect a whole bunch of innocents. What sounds better to you?” Rent Boy asked with a smile on his face. Frost look dumbfounded and then compliant. Rent Boy liked being in control. Taking control from powerful people was so much better though.

“What do you want me to do?” Frost said lowering and releasing Rent Boy’s wrist.

“I need his dick in me. He needs a dick in him. You top him while he tops me. After that you heroes can do what you want.”

Frost nodded and walked over to Apollo.

“Please fuck me. I’m too pathetic for anything else,” Apollo said.

“Shh, you’re one of the best people I know Apollo,” Frost said kissing his mate. “I’ll fuck you but you need to snap out of this.”

Frost inserted his dick into Apollo.

“Yes! I need my boy pussy filled! So much better being a bottom boy!” Apollo cried out.

“You might be a bossier bottom then me,” said Frost as he scooted his ass onto Apollo’s hard cock.

“Wait why do you look like me?” Frost said.

“Why not?” said Frost. “More fun this way. Isn’t that right Apollo? Having a fun three-way with two Frosts?”

Apollo looked up confused. “Frost? Which one is you?”

“Its me.” said Frost fucking Apollo.

“No it’s me,” said Frost bouncing on Apollo’s dick.

“Can’t you tell by my temp?” Frost asked.

Steam was coming off the three individuals. Apollo felt the cold against his warm ass and cock. There were both feeling super cold. “Argh gawd. You both feel great. You both feel super cold.”

“What? You have technopathy, shapeshifting and cold powers?” Frost said in disbelief.

The bouncing Frost just smiled back at himself. “Doesn’t that feel good James? Your hot cock in my ass.”

“Yeah feels so good. Your cock and my cock in each other at the same time. Oh man!” Apollo moaned loudly.

“You want me to fuck you harder don’t you?” said Frost.

“Yeah Frost fuck me harder. You feel so good,” shouted Apollo. Both Frosts quickened their paces.

“I feel good in you don’t I?” asked the bottoming Frost.

“Yeah! So good,” Apollo said.

“Well you feel good in me too,” Frost said with a smile. “You nice hot cock in me. I want you to cum inside of me. Make me feel real good.”

“I want to make you feel good,” Apollo moaned. He started to thrust his hips to match the bouncing and the thrusts. His mind was too fog up with lust to be graceful but the animalistic energy all three were showing now was quite a show.

Apollo screamed out “Oh fuck I’m coming!” He looked up and saw an asian guys on top of his shooting his own load with his eyes rolled back into his head.

“Huh?” Apollo said as the real Frost released his load into Apollo.

The three of them collapsed in a tangled mess.

Apollo panted heavily and opened his eyes to see himself staring back. “You’re a good fuck,” he said to himself as he planted a kiss. “You as well,” said the other Apollo as he listed Frost’s face up to plant a kiss. Steam rose up from the kiss.

“Thank you both for the fire and ice powers and the good sex to beat,” said Rent Boy back in his natural form (without clothes on of course). I think the exchange of intel and couple counseling session more than makes up for our business transaction. I’d love to stay and fuck some more, but I have a plant that needs weeding.”

Rent Boy walked away from the confused heroes and disappeared with the other two nude men.

“Frost? Are you alright?” Apollo asked looking at the exhausted partner.

“I’m so glad you alright,” Frost said leaping in to kiss his partner. The two started to make out heavily and Apollo noticed his dick getting hard.

“Maybe we should slow down. We don’t want to lose control and fuck our brains out,” Apollo said laughing uneasily. They really had been losing control.

“I don’t fucking care. I’ll lose control and be sex crazed maniac,” Frost said pinning Apollo down. “As long as its with you. I love you. I need you more than anything.”

Apollo felt his chest expand and suddenly he didn’t care about losing control either. He started to ravage Frost. Somewhere between the fucking, the kissing and humping Apollo managed to say “I love you too.” Of course he said it 4 hours and 6 orgasms after Frost said it and the two seemed to not be slowing down at all.

* * *

The Sheppard Brothers were tuckered out asleep by the time Cabal left their room. Even though they had just woken when Cabal entered, they had been going after Cabal for a while but Cabal still felt horny.

He had to create one of his duplicates to untie him from the bedpost. He had the brothers tie him to the bedpost and take turns fucking him. They had passed out while Cabal was still bound up. Bondage was definitely something he was going to have to get addicted to as well. He could get some of his dupes to tie his up and fuck him.

Cabal made his way, half dressed, to the locker room. He was reeking of sweat and sex. Not a bad smell, but he should probably clean up.

He noticed that every guy that he passed his eyes went immediately to their bulge. He hadn’t even bothered to look them in the face. ‘That is going to be so normal when I get addicted to dick,’ Cabal thought to himself. ‘I’m just going to be fantasizing about every dick I see and wonder how I can get in their pants.’

But a weird thing seemed to be happening as well. He noticed that every bulge he started at seemed to get hard the closer he go. Thankfully he could give the guy with the hardening bulge a duplicate to help him out. After all Cabal needed more experience sucking dick. The more he and his duplicates sucked the more they would know. You know, just in case he got known as the guy that would sucked anyone off. Maybe he should have his duplicates start the rumor? He would need a steady fix for his soon to be oral addiction.

But then he remembered that the collar made other men horny. It must have been by proximity. The closer he got to someone else, the more aroused they would be. He realized that it was a lot of responsibility he had and he would need to stay away from others so they wouldn’t be exposed. But that was not likely to happen since the collar made him incredibly horny! He wished he could stay and suck off the guys himself but he found himself dead set on going to the locker room.

When he got there he could see why. Widget must have sent him here. The locker room smelled like sex more than he did.. Men were naked and making out with each other. They all turned their attention to Cabal. Cabal’s eyes drifted to all the hard exposed dicks.

So many dicks. So many possibilities to get addicted to them all.

“Anyone up for a gangbang?” Cabal said out loud. He wasn’t sure if he said it or if Widget made him say it. It didn’t matter. Once said, there was no going back since many guys (well all of them) seemed up for a gangbang.

“I’m definitely going to be addicted being the center of a gangbang,” Cabal said with a smile.

Widget was right. The collar was helping him enjoy all this more.

* * *

Psy was blissfully calling out for the bar patrons to shoot their loads on him. A few of them even had the hero suck their dicks which he seemed happy to do. Psy seemed turned on by the whole thing as he jerked himself off through the whole process.

Meanwhile across the room Hardcore was being roughly moved into the back room by Officer Rodriguez. When they were out of sight the officer pushed Hardcore to the ground. Rodriguez lifted Hardcore’s head by his hair and pushed his face against the camera phone. “See everyone can see you are you really are now. No one is going to be intimidated by you now!”

He threw Hardcore onto the ground. Hardcore collapsed from near exhaustion. Without a cock in his ass, his main driving force seemed to be gone. His endurance had not really returned and his powers were still gone. His muscles were sore and tired.

“You and all the supers are going to be worthless cock whores,” the officer said kicking Hardcore. The force of the blow pushed him to his side. The man did not seem to be pulling his blows.

“All you guys have caused is nothing but destruction and death. Now I’m letting you guys destroy your own rep.” The night stick slammed into Hardcore and then hit him again...and again and again.

“Even now you’re fucking hard as rock. Well guess what I’m not going to fuck you, you little bitch,” screamed the officer. The boot forcefully hit Hardcore in the stomach.

“Oh what, you’re getting turned on by me beating you to a pulp. No more super powers to heal or make you superior to everyone. You’re a nothing now!”

“Stop,” mumbled Hardcore too weak to even lift himself from the ground. “Stop this.”

“Or you’ll do what? You exhausted yourself being a whore. You can’t even fight back. You can’t stop me from doing this.” He kicked him in the back. “Or this.”

The officer then stepped on Hardcore’s fingers.

Hardcore screamed out in pain.

“You’re worthless!” snarled the officer.

“Please stop,” Hardcore said meekly.

“Stop? Make me stop you bitch! You powerless now!” Rodriguez said hitting him a few more times with the nightstick. “Come on make me stop.”

Rodriguez kick Hardcore’s face with a tough blow. “Make me stop.” Hardcore then felt the boot on his back as it stepped on it with full weight.

“I SAID MAKE ME STOP!” screamed Rodriguez and then kicked Hardcore in the stiffened groin.

“ARRGH! ARUKITE!” screamed Hardcore as he curled in the fetal position from the pain.

The officer was about to hit Hardcore again, but pulled his punch. “Damn you!” He then attempted to kick Hardcore but pulled back at the last second. “DAMN YOU!”

Hardcore looked up at the officer with sad eyes. Rodriguez had tears streaming down his eyes. The officer crumbled to the ground and started pounding his fist into the cement. “DAMN YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!”

Hardcore lifted his sore body off the ground. He was in so much pain, but he had learned from all his experiences to move past the pain. He slowly made himself move closer to where Rodriguez lay. “I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. “I’m sorry for everything. For your partner. For my past crimes. For lying to you. For hurting you. I’m sorry.”

“FUCK YOU!” Rodriguez said staring at Hardcore from the ground. “You had to use your FUCKING safe word! I still can’t forget...ARGH! Why you?”

“I’m sorry,” Hardcore said moving closer. “I’m so sorry.”

Rodriguez continued to cry. Hardcore moved closer to the officer and lowered himself. He put his arms around the officer as the man cried and screamed. Hardcore held the man, not to contain him, but to comfort. It was a new experience for Hardcore. More than anything though, it felt right, in more ways than one.

“Just tell me…” Rodriguez said calming down somewhat. “Just tell me you’re not the one killing.”

“What?” Hardcore said. “Killing?”

“The one killing the guys in the community.” Rodriguez said.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Hardcore said.

* * *

They’re letting me leave. They are just going to release me! I can finally get my reward! I can finally get my wish. I’ve waited so long. It has been all that has been on my mind. Soon I’ll have everything I have ever wanted. Soon the Super Patrol shall meet me! And they shall all be on their knees for I am the Kneeler!

God Dammit I still don’t have a cool name, but you know what I don’t care! I’ll soon be surrounded by a harem of sex crazed heroes.

* * *

Who is the Kneeler? What the hell is Rodriguez talking about? What is the fate of Frost and Apollo? Will Cabal enter a 12-step program? What will be the fate of Widget? Who won’t be invited to the orgy? Can anyone truly stop the Kneeler? Don’t change that dial! Find out on the same Super Patrol Channel at the same Super Patrol Time!