The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

How to take down a Super Hero: Chapter 5 – Villians

By: Baralai

It important to remember to keep cool under pressure. People think this is only for heroes, but us villains face pressure every battle as well. A lot of our plans don’t go, well…as planned. So we have to make go on the fly more often and then we have to make it look like we had intended to do this all along.

You get better with it at times. But where the hell is everyone?! It feels like months since I seen any of my horny heroes that I converted. Well okay hours, but you get the idea. Wait…Whom am I actually talking to? You know I must be stressed if…well whatever.

Anyhow Psy is MIA, they actually sent the guy out on the field. His body should be going crazy with my formula in his system. It should adjust his metabolism to always been in sexual overdrive. I have no ideas of the total effects. I want to see my results. It’s unfair I wanted to see how it turned out.

At least I know Hardcore is keeping himself busy locked in his room with my little gifts for him. I hoped I packed enough lube.

* * *

Hardcore couldn’t believe he was out of lube. He stomped down the street looking like he hadn’t slept a week. In truth he hadn’t slept in two days. He kept himself up all night playing with the assortment of dildos sent to him the night before. It was like he was an addict. He couldn’t seem to stop the feeling of need to fill his ass.

The only reason he was outside of his quarters now was because he needed more lube. He had already gone through the supply his mysterious “benefactor” had sent him.

Hardcore had left home with a butt plug placed snuggly in an extremely tight pair of black jeans. But then he decided against the toy because he had such a hard time resisting playing with it. Still the muscular man thought that the clothing felt good on his ass as they as they pressed against his firm butt cheeks. He wore a black tank top, as was his normal wardrobe. He found many glances and whistles were thrown in his direction; for some odd reason most of the glances and cries came from men. Normally men were so intimidated by him, why were they now not cowering from him…could they have known?

He shook the thought from his head and proceeded to his destination at a faster pace. Hardcore entered into the shop he was looking for. He knew for sure that the adult flick store would have the lube he needed. He glances around the store, half wondering if anyone he knew saw him go in or see him here. He knew it was a silly fear, since he normally wore a mask so absolutely no one would recognize him. But still a few of the guys on the base had seen him out of uniform and many stopped by here on their leave.

He quietly found a shelf that held the lube he was looking for. He realized he would probably need a lot to keep himself stocked. He grabbed a dozen containers of a variety of brands. He might as well experiment which one was better.

“You know we do have some samplers behind the counter if you want to test them out,” a male voice said behind him.

Hardcore jumped. For a second he thought the man had heard his thoughts, but he saw it was an employee offering some help. “Um, no that’s fine.”

“Well if you’re trying any new brands than you should at least test it out on your skin to see if you have an allergic reaction.”

Again Hardcore shook his head. He had never had an allergic reaction to anything in his life thanks to his immune system (even though allergies stem from a hyper immunology). Anything foreign it just destroyed.

“Oh, so you’ve had experience with all these brands then?” the clerk asked with a bent eyebrow.

Hardcore felt his face flush, “Um, well you see, um…”

“Relax,” said the clerk, “I’m not here to judge. It’s just you look new and might jump the gun and get yourself some items you don’t need.”

“Do I look that ‘new’?” Hardcore asked.

“Well you looked scared to be here.” Hardcore felt his ego drop a bit. He was the one that did the scaring. Not get scared. This was so unlike him.

“But anyways, my name is Craig. Is there anything else I can get for you?” Hardcore measured the shop boy. He wasn’t a muscle man like him, but he was very toned and looked like a jogger or a swimmer. His dark brown hair was spike up.

Hardcore was about to say he was fine, but found himself looking at the other items in the store. He found himself frozen. He was definitely feeling fear now as he found himself walking over to anther row of shelves across the room. He didn’t say a word, but felt that his jaw was slacked.

“Need a new dildo?” Craig asked.

In truth he already had a few, but Hardcore found himself wanting more of the long objects. “NO!” he cried as he tore his eyes from the beautiful looking objects. “Real men don’t use that stuff.” Still his eyes were lingering back to the objects he desired.

Craig merely shrugged. “In my opinion only a real man can take it up the ass. Besides, these things feel good when you use them properly. Take this one. It had some nice ridges that fell real good on the prostate.”

Hardcore found himself imagining using the toy and found a low moan come out of his lips. He wanted to plug himself with the toy right now, in front of Craig and all the customers in the store (even if there were only three other customers and one other clerk). It would be so easy to use his strength to pull the toy out of Craig’s hands and stuff himself. He already had an assortment of lube in his arms waiting to get used. And boy, did his ass need the attention.

“This one here is more realistic and has a pair of fake balls. Although none of these toys are as good as the real thing, but they keep you company….”

“A real dick is better?” thought Hardcore, his mind wondering away at what Craig was saying. His mind reeled in the idea of having a real cock up his ass. Would it feel better? His mind broke back to reality as he felt a hand caress his ass.

“Sorry,” said Craig, “I normally don’t get this randy with customers, but it’s like your ass his begging to get attention.” His hand never left the backside of Hardcore’s jeans. Craig ran up and down the meaty bubble butt as Hardcore pushed it back to give Craig better access.

What did Craig mean by his ass was begging for attention? A thought crossed Hardcore’s mind. His pheromones! Normally they worked instinctually to calm or frighten people based on his intentions. Right now he wanted to get something in his ass and his pheromones again acted on instinct. This wasn’t good. Or was it? He was liking the attention Craig was giving him. He felt the hand slid across the smooth curves and felt himself shiver.

“Damn I’ve never seen an ass this fine. It’s so round and beefy. I’d love to see it bare. Do you mind coming in the back room for a second?”

Craig pushed Hardcore by the ass to the door the stated “Employees Only.” He could have resisted. He had super strength after all, but he didn’t want that hand to leave his butt. Soon Craig closed the door behind them.

“Do you mind bending forward so I can have a better look,” asked Craig.

Hardcore did as requested but heard a ripping sound. “Holy!” cried Craig. “You’re ass just broke out of your pants. Wow that’s hot man…um what can I call you?”

“Alex,” Hardcore said. It was his real name too. Alejandro Morales, or Alex for short.

“Well Alex, you have the finest ass I’ve ever laid eyes on. It’s so smooth and hairless.” Hardcore saw Craig go in for a closer look when he saw him getting extremely close. The clerk literally put his face in his ass. Within a few seconds he felt a wet muscle probe his hole. Craig was tonguing him? No he was giving him a rim job (his vocabulary had expanded thanks to the creepy doll).

Craig seemed to know what he was doing and with Hardcore’s sensitive ass. He felt the sensations were going to knock him off his feet. Eventually Craig removed his face and tongue from Hardcore’s hole. He hears Craig begin to speak, “I’d love to see this baby in action. Sure you don’t want to try those lubes and toys that you were looking at? You want to make sure everything works right hun.”

Hardcore couldn’t see the devilish grin on the salesmen’s face. His mind was already imagining his ass getting filled with the large objects. He drooled a little bit and let out a moan while Craig started to open up one of the boxes.

* * *

Psy woke up in a strange bed. What an athlete feels after finishing a rigorous triathlon is how Psy’s mind felt. He must have used his powers a lot last night. He opened his eyes and saw the two bodies in bed with him. The memories of last night came flooding back to him. It wasn’t that hard to figure out what had happened though. Jasper’s cock was still in his mouth. The handsome Asian man lay sleeping with Psy’s cock in his own mouth. The two were apparently 69ing. He slowly slid off the bed, also removing Tristan’s cock from his ass. Psy still had his mask on, but nothing else.

Other men laid on the floor in various sex positions. He had them going for hours. Then the shock hit Psy. He did this. He created his fantasy and made the men go past their own limits. He made them forget how tired they were. He made them horny and willing beyond their normal ways. When he had finally passed out from exhaustion, they all fell asleep with him. Their own bodies were well past the breaking point.

Psy looked at the room. It had a very Arab feel to it. There were pillows, curtains, a statue, and weird pictures all around him. He was still in the sex club, but how he got into this room he couldn’t remember. Everything was a haze of lust. He remembered men and cocks and various actions, but anything else was just a guess.

He had finally let go of everything that was holding himself back. All his sexual frustrations in the last few days were let loose. Also every restraint he had placed with his powers were also pushed back. It hadn’t started that way at first.

At firsts he was naïve, but as the night progressed he mentally had his way with all of the men in the room. He should have felt guilty by this, but oddly he felt pleased. Well he also felt horny. He always seemed to feel horny now. He wasn’t sure why.

For some odd reason it was easier for him to think. He could make sense of the chaos and emotional roller coaster he was been going through the last couple of days.

Psy woke Tristan from his sleep. He leaned over and kissed the man. Tristan wanted to ask what his new friend’s name was, and about the things last night, but all those questions slipped out of his mind. Instead he leaned into a deep kiss with the masked man.

Seeing himself through Tristan’s eyes, Psy realized he had no idea where his clothes were. “Hey there baby,” Psy said stroking Tristan’s chin. We’re going to find where I dropped my cloths and then you’re going to show me a room with a sling. Doesn’t that sound fun. I’ve always wanted to try a sling.”

Without questioning anything in his surroundings Tristan followed his “hero.”

* * *

Still no sign of Psy, Apollo or Frost. And now my records show Hardcore has left the base. Great…Just great. Apollo and Frost haven’t even been converted yet. How am I supposed to convert the rest of the team when my first targets aren’t even contained.

I need to relax. They may be on the home field, but my little spy is going to be of great help. I wonder what he is up to? I really need to pay more attention to these details.

* * *

Widget looked at his monitoring system; the one on the wall, and not his internal ones that is. He was silently very pleased with himself. A lot of his new projects were turning out very nicely. Some of them didn’t go well, but he soon found ways to fix those.

His ray gun was fully functional now. Well there were always room for improvements, but it was able to program men to lust. It still took a long exposure to make the effects permanent. It took a full two hours to do the job adequately. But usually it wasn’t too hard to keep the subject distracted during the process. For example the two soldiers now were busy 69ing under the ray’s lights. They laid on the floor covered in sweat for the 90 minutes of kissing, fucking and general enjoyment of the male body. They paid no attention to any outside influences while in the beam.

One of the quirks that Widget hadn’t been able to work out was the tabula rasa effect. While his invention did turn men into gay lust addicts, they were still unaccustomed to their new instincts. If anything it was giving a straight man all the desires of his homosexual counterpart and just letting him lose. Some left not even knowing they had been changed. The human psyche was repressing the emersion of the changes. Often new personalities were formed after the first sexual experience. This would need to be fixed.

“What the hell is going on in here!” screamed a loud voice.

The cyborg turned his attention from his experiments and to the angry looking drill sergeant. “Is there a problem officer?” Widget asked in a monotone voice.

“Those two are having sex publicly and with a fellow officer at that and you’re asking me if there is a problem!” Drill Sgt. Bellow had a vein sticking out of his forehead. He was the type of man you could easily expect to see screaming commands. While muscular he looked thick. He had a wide square shaped head with a goatee and always had his hair cut crisply short. His eyes also looked like they would bulge out when he was mad, like at this moment.

Widget responded, “They are not interfering with my work.”

The Drill Sgt. gave an annoyed look at the cyborg. He looked like he was going to attack the man with his intense stare. He mumbled something almost inaudible about robots. Almost inaudible if you didn’t have superior hearing from advance technology, that is. The sergeant thought Widget incapable of understanding human norms. The thing could build some of the latest advances in technology, but it had no clue on human conditioning

Sgt. Bellow turned his attention to the two men. “YOU TWO, STOP THAT IMMEDAIATELY!”

He watched at the two cadets continued to mess around. They even progressed and started to fuck. A let out loud grunts and seems totally unaware of the drill Sgt.

“I SAID STOP!!” the Sgt. screamed. “ARE YOU TWO EVEN LISTENING?”

“You have a desire for them to listen to you?” Widget asked in a matter of fact tone.

“OF COURSE! They are my men. THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO LISTEN TO ME!” He turned his attention back to the two young cadets screaming, “STOP THIS AT ONCE!”

The Sgt. then heard a weird noise. It seemed to coming from the cyborg. Then it began to talk. “You like giving orders.”

“I like giving orders,” the sergeant said, almost like it was an affirmation.

“You like telling people what to do, but why do you want them to stop?”

“They’re doing inappropriate things. They need to stop. They are under my command.”

He heard the sound again. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it was like a whistle the seemed to have an echo effect in his hears. “You like having them under your command. But don’t you like watching them?

“Watching them?” Sgt. Bellow stated. He wasn’t sure what the cyborg was talking about.

“Yes, watching them. They are doing inappropriate things and you enjoy watching them do inappropriate things. Isn’t it fun to watch them. Especially when they are doing inappropriate behaviors.”

Then Bellow found his dick getting harder the longer he watched the two young men fucking each other. It was hot to watch them doing so, especially in such a public place.

Widget smiled as he monitored Sgt. Bellow’s body readings. His heart was quickening, blood was rushing to his dick and he was becoming more aroused. An excellent case of the tabula rasa effect. The man had gone through his time in the ray and an injection of drugs that would increase his sex drive, but he had no idea of his new sexual orientation.

“Have you ever commanded them to do inappropriate things before?”

“No,” the Sgt. gulped. It was easy to see his mind was now racing with ideas. Again his subconscious thought he heard a whistle.

“You like giving them commands to do inappropriate things. See that light, it helps them be more willing to do inappropriate things. But they are fully ready when they come out. They need someone to train them. They need a coach.”

“A Coach,” the Drill Sgt. repeated.

“You could be that coach. You could tell them to do those naughty things and have fun. And you’d have more guys to watch play together.”

Widget handed the man a whistle. Similar to the one he used on his cadets or one a coach would use for practice. “This will get them to listen to you. Anyone that hears this whistle will hear a certain sound wave that effect the limbic systems and will as slow neurotransmitters in the frontal lobe while heightening parietal and temporal neurotransmitters making effective restructuring process allowable.”

“Huh?” said the confused Sgt.

“They will believe anything you say. You’ll coach them to do inappropriate things. Even in public. Especially in public.”

“Why don’t we try your coaching abilities right now?”

* * *

Psy laid back in the sling as Tristan pounded his ass. Psy just smiled as he saw the images from the other two men in the room who were currently jagging off while watching them. The two men were previously using the sling until Psy had “encouraged” them to let him have a go. They seemed more than “willing.”

Psy couldn’t believe how he felt. It felt like bliss but bliss felt too apathetic, too inactive. His body, his ass, and his dick felt amazing. But most of all, his mind felt amazing. It was like being on overdrive or on a drug. He was feeling all the energies of everyone’s horniness converge into his thoughts. There were so many new things to try out. So many new positions to get in. So many different types of men to have.

Thinking of new things to try, Psy started getting glimpses of his partner’s thoughts. Tristan was having fantasies of switching positions. Psy simply smiled and pulled Tristan’s head closer for a deep kiss. “Hey Tris baby, I have an idea, why don’t we switch. I wanna see you’re fine ass in the sling hot stuff.”

Tristan just laughed and gave a warm smile. “It’s like you’re reading my mind baby.”

* * *

Hardcore looked into a three-sided mirror. It was probably there for when customer’s tried on some kinky outfits. He on the other hand was watching his ass try on a nice red ribbed dildo. Craig was helping him by giving his ass a much needed plowing. When they hard toy started enter the superhero had let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t long after that moans started to pour out of him. The muscled hero found that Craig couldn’t get the toy in him fast enough so he thrusted his hips back and forth to get a very pleasing result.

“You like this don’t you big boy,” Craig stated as he continued his thrusting. “You look all big and tough, but in reality you’re a big old bottom boy.”

“Oh yeah. Need this so bad,” Hardcore whimpered. Why was he allowing Craig to do this? He was allowing a guy not only to demasculinize him but also throw insults at him. What was worst is that the insults were turning him on even further.

“Really you’re just a big pussy boy. You just crave the cock.”

“Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Need cock.” But he was tough. He had defeated numerous villains (and heroes) in countless of battles. He was supposed to instill fear, but right now he kneeled weak and helpless to whatever thralls Craig could come up with.

Craig had removed the toy from his ass and started to slap the muscled ass cheeks. “Do you want this back in you slut?”

Hardcore nodded.

“Then tell me how much you want it,” Craig said while rubbing the length on his butt crack. “Come on baby squeal for me.”

“Oh please. I need this. I need it so bad. Fill my ass. I need my ass filled.” Hardcore was not abashed with his pleas. Craig gave a dominate smile and plugged the wanton hole back up. Hardcore became wrapped up in the sensation in his ass. So much so that he didn’t hear Craig rumbling through some other boxes.

* * *

Widget took Sgt. Bellow across his lab into another room. In there were two beds with another pair of cadets sleeping naked. Apparently after the ray process there was a hibernation phase. Widget wasn’t sure if this was a side effect of the ray or if it was because of the two hours of sex. These two cadets were due to wake up at any moments.

“Why don’t you go ahead a coach these two. The more you command then to do inappropriate things the more you enjoy giving those commands. Go ahead, try your whistle and coach them.”

He took the whistle and gave a strong blow. It made the familiar odd noise he had continuously heard while talking to Widget. “TIME TO WAKE UP!” he screamed.

The two men jumped out of bed. “Sgt. Sir!” they stated awkwardly as they tried to salute and cover their naked bodies at the same time.

Bellow looked around and saw two wrestling outfits in the lab. He wasn’t sure why they were there, but it gave him an idea. “You’ll call me coach!” he declared after another loud whistle. “ Now get in your uniforms now, and get to practice.”

“But coach, those aren’t our uniformed,” stated one of the men.

A loud whistle blew followed by a booming voice, “GET SUITED UP NOW AND START WRESTLING!”

The two men jumped into action. The first man, James, with the broader shoulders and a short cut dirty blonde hair. He picked up the red lycra outfit. The other was a little taller with his black hair in a buzz cut was named Vic. He pulled on the powder blue suit. Both outfits were skin tight and clung closely to their taught muscles.

The two started to grapple with each other. Both were strong and fit from their army training. Both felt a little weird at first, but the coach seemed to encourage them to get more into it. They needed to put their best into the sport or else they would never be top.

TWZEET! Blew the whistle’s eerie noise.

“You boys holding back? You boys getting a hard on pressing against each other? I bet you are.”

Vic started to notice his hardon. His dick was growing harder. The coach was right, he was getting turned on. He liked pressing up against the other man. The outfit didn’t hide his arousal at all. It also didn’t hide James’ either.

TWzEET!

“Come on, press up against the guy. You know you want to. Press those dicks against each other.”

James and Vic followed the suggestions. Their hips thrusted against each other. The coach smiled as he saw a clear wet spot forming at around their dicks.

TWzEET!

“Okay boys start working dirty. Throw the other guys game off. If you make him feel good, he’ll get distracted from the match.”

The coach continued to shoot out suggestions to the boys. James took one of his hands and started pinching one of Vic’s nipples. Vic was stroking and grabbing all over James’ body. Vic then got the idea (after a blow from the whistle) to start necking James, digging his teething and tongue into the exposed sweaty flesh. James countered by needing Vic’s ass and stroking his legs.

TWZEET!

“That’s it boys. Don’t forget to moan when he makes you feel good. Make it nice and load so he knows what’s working.”

The boys started to get loud. Vic moved his lips from James’ neck to his chest. He started to bend down to get better access. James started to play dirtier and cupped Vic’s hardon and begin to play with the firm dick. That made Vic moan really loud.

While this was all going on Bellow couldn’t believe what was happening. He felt powerful. He felt turned on. He was making these men do dirty things and love every minute of it. This was so much better than being a drill sergeant. He had no desire to go back to that job. For now on he only wanted to be The Coach.

Widget let the Coach start having his fun. He had some more test subjects scheduled that he was looking forward. Science was such fun.

* * *

Still in front of the mirror, Hardcore watched himself standing straight up. He was still wearing all his clothing though his jeans were torn exposing the used ass. Craig was lining up a dildo with a suction cup underneath the hero.

“I want to watch you fuck yourself on this thing. And I want you to watch yourself in the mirror you horn dog. Now don’t hold back on me, I want to see you totally get into this,” Craig said while looking up at Hardcore from between his legs. “What am I talking about; I can see how excited you are.” He grabbed Hardcore’s engorged dick through the denim. “I can see the want in your eyes from down here.” In truth Craig could almost feel the lusting. He wasn’t normally the dom in his pairings, but whenever Hardcore was more turned on he also felt an increased arousal. And the arousal seemed to increase the more dominate he became.

Hardcore squatted his ass down on the large toy. It was very similar to his time in the weird room. He remembered that that was when this obsession started and he wasn’t going to break the habit anytime soon.

Craig watched on the side watching his new buddy insert the dildo. He felt a tingle as he saw the man’s face in pure ecstasy while plowing his own ass. He allowed him to go on a little further before getting in for a closer look. He slipped his arms around the massive bouncing body. The muscles felt so good beneath his grasp. He nuzzled his face into the nook of the neck smelling the musky aroma of the man. It was like the man smelled of lust (which he did thanks to the pheromones). Craig found his arms slipping into the man’s tanktop, caressing the large chest. He leaned his weight into the man, which didn’t seem to slow the pace of his squatting on the toy in the slightest. His hands continued to explore the body. It was sweaty and smooth to the touch, but also rippled with muscled. Craig pinched the erect nipples which made his new friend moan loudly.

Hardcore was liking the added attention his friend was giving him. He traced his finger across his body, teasing him in all sorts of places. His tank top and jeans were now soaked in sweat. Craig had raised the tank top to expose the firm abs. His fingers ran through the valleys of muscles. Thanks to the man’s searching hands his shirt slowing started to creep up his torso. He looked in the mirror as Craig watched him and the fingers slowly creeping over his body. Hardcore’s own eyes were half closed in a haze of lust.

Craig, never releasing his touch from Alex moved to face his lust filled customer. He looked at the yearning eyes as he stroked a sensitive spot along the man’s side. He slipped his hand under the tank top and leaned into the man’s mouth. The two were soon kissing as Hardcore bounced and Craig’s hands roamed the body.

Eventually Hardcore found his tanktop being slipped over his head leaving his upper body totally exposed. Craig returned to kissing Alex giving soft moans as his hands started to sneak lower down Hardcore’s body.

Hardcore would have normally freaked about kissing a guy. But the sensations in his body were all telling him it was pleasurable. He liked Craig’s hands touching him, like he liked having his ass filled. Well maybe not as much as having his ass filled. The kiss was also enjoyable. He felt a rush hit him as Craig’s hands slipped into the seams of his jeans. A loud mewing noise echoed into Craig’s mouth. Soon though Craig broke the kiss, stood up and opened his own pants. His hard cock was exposed right in front of Hardcore’s face.

* * *

Psy finally left the club. He wasn’t too sure how long he was actually there. When he finally left Tristan, the boy was near exhaustion. Psy could have pushed himself further, but even he seemed to have his limits. He needed time to recuperate. In truth though his body was wanting more. It was like a drug. The more sex he had, the more he wanted it. But he needed a breather to figure out what was going on. It had been weird the last couple of days. His new desires for men. His obsession with watching other men have sex. His never ending sex drive. He needed to ground himself.

He walked into one of his usual haunts, a bar called the Takedown. It was a sports bar with a couple of rooms. It had some televisions in the back room that showed local sports games.

It was actually a normal hangout for the Super Patrol team. They usually came out of uniform. It was a place where one can usually disappear in the usual crowd. Psy had chosen this over returning to base. Going back to his quarters with his big bed would make him think of sex. Going back on Widget’s infernal machine would make him think of porn…and sex. And he was feeling a bit raw after his excursions at Club Carnal. Here he could just sit down, drink a beer and just chill.

Unfortunately that wasn’t what his body was allowing him to do. He was still surrounded by men. While at the club he had men dressed in provocative outfits (if they were clothed at all), but at Takedown they wore jeans, and loose fitting shirts.

Psy kept imagining the men in the room start tantalizing actives. What would they look like in tighter jeans or a jockstrap? He imagined the two guys swigging their beers complaining about their wives begin to passionately make out. Another two men playing pool came into his line of vision and he thought of the beefier guy slamming the other man on the table while ripping off their clothing. He also saw a guy sitting by himself, lost in his own thoughts and then imagined him stroking himself in public while lost in a personal sexual fantasy.

Psy let out a sigh. He had never been this horny before; not even as a teenager. It was like his body had decided to go haywire. He had hoped it would pass, but it was hard to argue that he felt good. Especially when he was at the club. Once he let himself start enjoying himself everything felt amazing. He had been repressing it all week. Now he felt that if he were to go back to holding himself back he might explode. Psy decided that a weekly visit to Club Carnal was probably in order. He thought back of the wild orgy he helped induce and decided that maybe three times a week was better.

“Watch where you’re going you fag!” Screamed a man.

Psy wasn’t watching where he was going, again lost in his own thoughts. He collided with a man carrying two drinks.

“Yo, you cocksucker. You made me spill my fucking drinks. You better make good or…”

Psy felt slighted winded. The brief physical contact brought out thoughts from the man’s memory into Psy’s perception. Since he had never gone too in depth with his abilities, due to the laws regarding psychic abilities, Psy never knew that he had better access to individual thoughts while making physical contact. This may have helped him instinctly in battle since any foe he came into contact with would give vital strategy plans away when Psy made strong blows in combat. This time though he didn’t see battle maneuvers or escape plans. He saw images of the man beating his wife and kid. Of locking his son in the basement for two weeks. Of him stealing money from his job. He then saw the man planning to hit him.

The man had already thrown his fist at the hero. It stopped inches away from Psy’s now stern face. His cold eyes looked into the man’s confused face. “You callin’ me a fag?” Psy asked.

Psy tried to figure out what to do with the jerk. He would need to gather the evidence to prove he committed a crime. As of right now he only had the man’s memory and his attempt to attack him. Both were thwarted with the use of his powers. The law wouldn’t like that.

He felt the waves of horniness come over himself again. Ever when being attack he was turned on. He didn’t really understand what was going on, but he felt the urge to suck the guy’s dick.

His thoughts were disrupted as he felt a strong blow hit him from behind. A bar stool had been wacked against his back. Psy had fallen to the floor from the assault. He lifted himself onto his hands and knees and saw a gruff man holding a bar stool. The man’s eyes didn’t look right. It looked like he was on something.

“You don’t mess with Pete,” the man with the stool said. The man’s voice betrayed him in showing that the man was not only high, but also too gruff with his words. He was a fighter, not a thinker. Still Psy was trying to recoup and the man was setting up for a swing at his head. Psy braced for impact raising one of his arms over his face. The attack never made it. Instead the brute fell to the floor with a loud thud. Psy looked up and saw a familiar face.

“Hey bro. You don’t normally go for the bar fights. What’s up with that?” Chimed Sgt. Hart.

* * *

Apollo looked in horror as Frost struggled to break free of Brick’s thick hands. He tried to get up but he then felt a painful sting on his backside. Apollo screamed out as he fell back down on all fours. He turned his head to see Brick, Tank, Mr. Tech, Shock and Boss were scatter all around him.

Shock had his customary electrified whip in hand. The man was a typical sadist. He loved causing pain, and with his power to control and emit electricity, he had many outlets for his twisted desires to cause pain.

The Boss stepped forward with a pompous grin on his face. The facial features were heightened by his formal attire. The Boss always wore a three piece suit, complete with a vest. Boss, as obvious to the name, was the leader. The mastermind villain hands started to emit a weird ring of vibrations. They looked like a distortion to reality and made it hard for Apollo to think. In fact this was the Boss’ ability. His waves lowered basic brain functions. It made a large mass of people more panicky and prone to freak out. It also had the effect of weakening strategy building on heroes.

The Boss let out a harsh chuckle as Apollo fell back down to his knees panting. Shock whipped the man again. “So the little fag boy likes dick. Some hero you are. You’re just a sleazy gay.” Another lash his Apollo as he screamed out him pain. His thoughts were warped and muddled by the Boss’ waves.

Shock’s whip turned into a prod as he stuck it into the hero like a hot branding. Apollo shouted out in agony. His knees could barely hold up to the pain that was coursing through his body.

Apollo tried to fight the pain. He had to help Frost. But it was too much for him. Shock was unrelenting. What was worst was that his body was still aroused. He found himself looking forward to the next bolt of pain going through his body.

Shock smiled as he saw the hero cry out. He put his hands around the hero’s neck and an electric collar and leash formed. “Come on you super fag. You like cock? I’ll show you cock.” Shock pulled at the leash leading Apollo’s face to his own covered groin. Apollo found himself pressed up against the hardening dick.

Shock wasn’t necessarily gay, but the idea of giving pain was always a turn on to him. He felt a rush of power come over him. That, and there was something about the hot nude hero that seemed to emit a wave of arousal. He pulled out his dick and slapped Apollo’s cheeks with his tool.

“You want this don’t you boy. You’re nothing but a super cock sucker.” Shock saw the hero’s eyes begin to gaze lustfully at his dick. He pulled the leash, giving Apollo another jolt of pain.

“Come on boy suck that dick,” The Boss spoke hitting Apollo with another wave of his disorienting powers, “You know you want to.”

Shock pulled at the leash. Apollo yelped out and he was pulled closer to the hard dick. He wanted to break free and rescue Frost, but the cock looked so tasty and it was right there. He soon found himself placing the cock in his mouth and begin to lick his way down the shaft.

Apollo looked over at Frost while licking the cock. He made a dash towards his lover but felt the collar around his neck pull him back.

“Bad slut,” Shock cried about. He let out a few more lashings with his whip. Apollo cried out. Soon the leash pulled him back to the villain’s cock. Apollo started to work on the dick again. He started to enjoy himself. The dick was so nice and big.

Apollo began to focus solely on hard dick in front of him. It was so much easier than thinking. He knew he had to do something, but it was so hard to think. And the cock was so much fun.

“Mr. Tech are you getting this?” The Boss asked to the geared villain,

Mr. Tech was the only one present without powers of his own. He was a gear head with many inventions (mostly stolen). The one he was using now were spider cameras, legged cameras that were recording the entire event. Normally they were used to monitor security systems in areas the Squadron of Evil planned on breaking into, but the Boss had another idea. Tonight they were recording images that would be used to blackmail the heroes.

“Everything is being recorded Boss,” Mr. Tech said monitoring his bots.

* * *

“Buddy?” Psy said looking up at his friend. Images of the Sergeants recent porn appearances rushed to his memory.

“Why don’t we take these thugs in back so we’re not disturbing the good folks’ evening,” Sgt. Hart said with a confident smile.

Psy scanned the room and saw everyone was staring at the brawl that just happened. A few seemed disappointed that it had ended so quickly. As a matter of fact, Psy could hear their wishes for a nice rough rumble for entertainment.

The hero stood up and led his first assailant, Pete, to the back room while making the other man just as compliant. He played the part of physically pushing Pete back there but it was all for show. His mind was already doing all the work. Hart should have noticed how passive his man was. Psy’s friend didn’t ask him why he was using his powers when the law made it very clear he wasn’t supposed to.

They got into the backroom and Psy had “encouraged” a few people on break to leave them alone for a while.

“So what are we going to do with them?” Hart asked. “You obviously used your mental powers, so turning them in will be difficult. Can you erase their memories?”

Psy look somewhat defeated. “Won’t work. They have methods of finding holes in people’s memories or at least that people have holes in their memories. It’s one of Widget’s inventions. Not too sure how it works, but that’s how we caught other telepaths.”

Psy was trying to concentrate on ideas of what to do, but he was still so horny. He saw Buddy in his tight, form fitting outfit, much different from him normal wardrobe. But he was fairly sure Hart had worn the same outfit in one of his porn shoots.

Hart could see Psy check him out. He gave a grin and said, “Like what you see?”

Psy felt himself blush. “I’ve seen some of the films you did,” he admitted.

“Begs the same question,” Hart said walking closer to Psy. “Did you like what you saw?”

By then Sgt. Hart was neatly face to face with Psy. His sex drive took over again. The hero found himself forgetting about the two men mesmerized. He wanted to take Hart and play out some of the scenes he had seen him in.

“You know what that gives me an idea,” Hart stated looking over to the two men. “They aren’t bad looking. We could have some fun with them.”

“What!” Psy shouted in disbelief. “We can’t do that. It goes against everything the Super Patrol stands for. These are civilians. We can’t do that to people because I screwed up. These guys are still people.” Psy had grabbed the man that hit him with the stool to make an impact. But instead he saw the man’s memory. He was having issues with drugs for a while. That included finding ways to pay for his addiction. Last week he had hospitalized his own father trying to get more money from him. He wasn’t caught for the crime.

Psy stepped back. “They’re both criminals. This guy, Pete, is abusing his wife and kids, and the other one Jeff, has done a couple of things as well.”

“Can you prove it?”

Psy felt knocked down. “There’s no physical evidence I can produce.”

“But…” Hart interjected, “They could be reformed. Come on bro, just think about it. You could make them never want to hurt anyone else again. Give them a new purpose, a new focus.” Hart moved to his friend’s ear and started to whisper. “We can make up a little plot for them. Like Jeff here. Can you imagine him groveling in front of his friend mouthing that cock through his jeans? Just think of that scene.”

In fact Psy was imagining the scene. And they were being played out by Jeff as well. Jeff was not only doing the action, but also feeling Psy’s desire to do so. Hart continued to whisper huskily into Psy’s ear, “That’s right. Make him want it. Make him yearn for more. Make him not hold anything back.”

Jeff himself was feeling a new wave of thought hit him. He had never had these urges before, but now they felt so natural. He needed to please his friend. He needed to grovel and nuzzle at Pete’s waist. He needed to worship that cock. He had always wanted it. Right? He was sure of it. He had always wanted to service his friend and be the man’s plaything. Why hide it anymore. He had to show Pete and the world how much he loved to worship dick. Dick would be his new drug of choice. Who needed that old stuff when he had dick?

Psy couldn’t believe how easy it was to reprogram the man’s thoughts. It was so easy. Even better were the results. It was like watching his porn videos but so much better. Not only was it live, but he controlled everything.

Pete at first reaction was panicking. He couldn’t move his body and then the next thing he knew his buddy was mouthing his dick. He could believe this was happening. Then he thought he heard something You are getting turned on by Jeff worshiping you cock. Pete felt his cock begin to harden which seemed to invigorate Jeff in his play. The more Jeff plays with you the more turned on you will become Pete tried to figure out if it was his thoughts or the not. But his body, his mind it was reacting just like the strange thoughts said. Jeff eventually tore open the jeans and began to give him a blow job. Pete found he could move his hands again and began to push Jeff’s head closer to his cock. His hips also began to thrust in anticipation. You want to let him know how turned on you feel

Pete felt words slip out of his lips. “Feels so good. You’re such a good cocksucker. Needs those nice lips around my cock. Yeah, come on I need this bad.” The more this went on, Pete’s own desires seemed to shift. He had images of cock and men running through his head. Kissing, sucking, fucking, getting fucked, and so much more. He was beginning to yearn for it. Jeff also had similar images being place in his head.

They barely remembered the other two men in the room. But then they heard the one man with chestnut hair say, “Just so you know if you cum, this will be permanent.” Jeff, enjoying giving his first blow job, felt a rush. A life of serving dick seemed amazing. Servicing men. Groveling for men to use him. That could be his life for now on. Just the thought of this brought him over the edge as he cummed his pants without touching himself once. He was gay now. And he couldn’t wait to bring Pete over permanently as well. He worked harder on the tasty dick to bring his buddy over.

Sgt. Hart wrapped his arms around Psy’s waist and began to whisper in his ear. “There are so many other people that need to stop doing bad things. You have so much more work to do.” Hart led Psy to the main bar room. The two left just as Pete blew his load into Jeff’s mouth. After a few heavy pants the men began to wrestle each other trying to rip the other’s clothes off. They were both ready for Round 2.

* * *

The Coach watch Vic and James continue to wrestle. Vic had been able to knock James down to the mat and was keeping him pinned down. He was able to successfully maintain his advantage by distracting his opponent. This was done by mouthing his adversary’s dick while bouncing his own hardon in front of his rival’s hungry mouth. He kept dangling his meat into James’s mouth only to teasingly remove it out of reach. A very useful strategy taught to him by the Coach. His opponent would be too distracted trying to get his dick to reclaim any advantage.

TwZEET!

“COME ON BOY! Show him how much you want that dick. You going to let him beat you like this. Let’s see a real man get to work!”

James felt a sudden urge. He wiggled his arms free from Vic’s legs. Then he pulled at Vic’s uniform and pulled the desired object closer and ripped the clothing, freeing the dick. A few moments later, after a little struggling, James had a hard dick in his mouth. Vic tried to pull away, but it felt too good. His moans got louder, letting James know he was gaining ground.

James took advantage of his opportunity and flipped Vic onto his back. Winded Vic took a few deep breathes and got onto his knees. James’ mouth jumped back on Vic’s dick. Vic soon found himself pushed back to the ground panting and moaning uncontrollably.

TZEET!

“You like that boy? Him dominating you. You like being topped. He’s beating you and you’re just moaning in lust. You’re weak. You just want to let him win so you can be on bottom.”

Vic tried to get up but he felt so weak. James pressed him down his one hand, which eventually moved its way to his nipples. Once he started tweaking and sucking Vic knew it was over. He panted loudly and began to thrust into James’ mouth. He felt a wave come over him and he burst his load into James.

James didn’t let a drop fall from his lips. The Coach wouldn’t let him. The Coach then had him make out with Vic and taste his own cum. To taste his own defeat and James’ victory.

The two followed the Coach’s rules. Vic knelt down on all fours and offered James his trophy. James ripped open the cloth covering Vic’s ass and prepped his trophy. Vic himself found himself impatient. He needed to be topped.

It wasn’t long before James was pounding away at Vic’s ass.

TwZeT!

“Feels good to win, doesn’t it. To take a man like that. You boys are going to be pros when I’m done with you.”

The Coach looked at Vic who was moaning loudly.

Tzeet!

“You boy need extra practice.” He undid his pants and presented his own hardon in front of the man’s face. “Drop down on this and give me 50.”

* * *

Widget stood in a room that looked like a it belonged in a movie with a mad scientist. Viles with purple, green and brown chemicals bubbled with a complex strain of wires and tubes strung about. There was also a man strapped down to a table behind him.

Widget had always dealt with mechanics, so this was all new to him. The package sent to him included more biological and chemical ideals. This was in effort, a practice. Also in truth, he had no idea what would happen. But then again he had very little idea what would happen with most of his experiments.

What was mainly different is that he was experimenting on humans now. With his ethical program corrupted this didn’t seem to bother him.

The cyborg added some human cum his mixture. He also planned to add some of his own. In fact he had one of the cadets helping out with obtaining some now. He looked down at the young man feasting away at his cock. The man had become quite skilled in the last three hours.

Widget looked down at the nude man, “Cadet, in 1.37 minutes I will ejaculate. You will take as much in your mouth without swallowing.”

The cyborg released himself. The cadet follow his order. He contained as much cum as he could, expanding his cheeks to allow more room. Still some cum dripped out of his mouth.

“Now, put your mouth around this tube and push the cum inside.”

Again the man followed orders. He watched as the cum made its way through the tubes into the complex mixture.

Widget looked at the items. “Hmm, it appears I will need more of my cum. We will need to repeat the process.”

The soldier gave an excited smile and leapt on the large dick. He was more than willing to repeat the process as many times as needed.

* * *

“Come on suck it,” Craig said, holding the stiff dick in front of Hardcore. “You know you want it.”

He did want it. Hardcore was surprised to see how thick Craig’s dick was, which looked counter intuitive on the skinny guy. He had been using his arms to balance himself as he bounced on the dildo, but he took one of his arms, wrapped it around Craig’s torso and brought the desired object closer to him.

His mouth wrapped around the large piece and a dizzy wave of pleasure and gratification hit Hardcore. The doll’s programming went into effect. All the whispers that he subconsciously heard played out. Every suggestion, trick and tips was used on Craig’s staff.

“Oh, yeah. You like you’re dicks don’t yah. Come on take it all. I know you’re a hungry little whore. Starving to be filled. And look, you haven’t even slowed down fucking yourself silly.”

Craig looked down at the pure hunk of sex below him. The man had a body of perfection. The chestnut hair was drenched in sweat. The lines of his muscles were brought out by the glistening. There was not a hair on his chest or exposed ass.

“Look at yourself slut. Look in the mirror. See what a happy cunt boy you are.” Craig insults were a turn on for both of them. But Hardcore was also turned on by watching himself in the mirror. His body in all sorts of motions of sex. His desire visible in his face.

“Like what you see? See how big of a cock whore you are. Come on boy. Show me how much you like this. Starting moaning, I want to hear how much you’re enjoying yourself.”

Hardcore followed the command with no resistance. His moans vibrated in his mouth as be continue to take in the dick.

“Ok baby, I want to see you really enjoy yourself. Pull out your dick and start playing with yourself. Don’t stop though. Don’t stop playing with your toy. Don’t stop sucking my big dick. And don’t stop looking at yourself being a whore.”

Hardcore literally ripped opened his jeans. Where his cock was once covered now laid a large hole allowing him to stroke himself. Craig was so turned on by the sight. He blew his load into the heroes mouth.

With no warning Hardcore tried to take in a much of the liquid as he could. In the mirror he saw himself with cum dripping down his chin, his mouth still around the cock and ass still pumping the toy. Then he saw himself explode, his cum hitting his own reflection.

“Dude, that was so frigging hot. And here I was thinking you were new.”

Hardcore simply nodded and stood up, removing himself from the toy. He felt empty and he knew he wanted to continue, but Craig seemed to be exhausted.

“Well we totally destroyed the clothes you were wearing, but don’t worry. We have plenty of clothing to choose from in the store. Though they are all a little kinky,” Craig said with a wide grin.

* * *

Birch woke constrained to some weird device. He wasn’t sure how he got here. He had remember that Widget had requested his assistance and then there was a bright light and then the rest of was a blur.

He couldn’t move his arms and legs. They were strapped down by some think metal wires face down. He also noticed he was completely naked and exposed. He tried struggling and screaming out for help.

“Oh, good you’re awake.” He heard, but couldn’t see where it came from. It sounded like Widget.

“I needed you awake to do the full process.”

”Full process?” Birch asked.

“Yes my experiment needs you to be awake. Mostly it is to prevent you from choking. Luckily you woke just as I finished the organic compound. If this works then one may never have to require nourishment from agricultural sources again.”

“Wait? What are you going to do?” Birch had a feeling something wasn’t right and started to freak out. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“For some off reasoning, you were chosen because of your name,” Widget explained. “You’re name was based off a plant so it seemed fitting I did this experiment on you.”

A tube was inserted in Birch’s mouth. He also felt something be inserted into his ass. For some off reason this felt right to him. He felt his mouth instinctually start to suck at the tube.

Widget watch the man begin to suck on the tube like it was a nice cock. Birch has already gone through his gay rays. His instincts were kicking in making the job easier. Widget took a almond sized seed from a gooey mixtures. He placed the seed on Birch’s back where the shoulder blades and the spine met. Small spurts took root in the skin and begin to grow.

Widget explained the process to his dazed guinea pig. “The idea is to combine the human evolutionary gains with that of plant based ability to gain nourishment. You will gain advantages that no human will have, but slightly modified though. The plant source on your back will attempt to fill all of your sustenance needs through human male cum. You should be able to consume the cum via orally or anally. This will make you a more ideal sexual being. We will see how the outcome results in a little bit.”

Birch was hearing what Widget was saying but he was too busy sucking on the tube. The more he sucked the more cum was dispensed. It tasted amazing. The more he consumed the more the itch on his back grew. The tube in his ass was also dispensing the cum in his ass. Birch instinctually thrusted his ass trying to squeeze more liquid out of the tube. All the while the plant of his back began to grow.

Widget glad to see the experiment in progress moved onto his next task. So many projects to work on.

* * *

Frost watched as Apollo sucked on Shock’s hard dick. He could see how much pain Apollo was in and he struggled to break free of Brick’s strong grasp. In terms of physical strength Frost was the weakest of the Super Patrol. Not that he was without muscles but he had a far more lithe frame then the rest of the team. But even Apollo or Cabal would struggle with the super strength of Brick.

Brick had large thick hands. Frost squirmed trying to squeeze out, but was having little effect. He heard Apollo cry out from one of Shock’s lashes and looked up in a panicked response. He needed to help his lover. The hero attempted to chill down his body and give the villain a case of frostbite, but Brick’s thick skin made the attempt ineffective. But the effect did cause condensation making the naked hero far more slippery. He finally was able to squirm out of the large thick hands.

Frost landed on the ground and started to lunge towards Apollo and Shock. He didn’t get very far though. A sense of vertigo hit him and he felt himself stumbling to the ground. He found it harder to think of what he was supposed to be doing.

The Boss yelled at Brick, “Get a hold on him you idiot.’ The Boss felt it was a sense of luck that he was able to react to the hero quick enough. They had been distracted in recording Apollo that he had forgotten to attend to Frost.

The Boss hit the fallen hero with another round of his disorienting waves. “Brick, I think it is time you entertain our young man here.”

“But Boss,” Brick said in both a gruff and whiny tone, “Isn’t that gay. I’m no fag.”

“Neither is Shock, but this is simply to get these you men videotaped. Furthermore, are you questioning my authority?”

“No Boss,” Brick said picking up the hero.

On reaction Frost began to squirm again. Brick was having a hard time holding on to him.

“Grope the man already,” The Boss commanded.

Brick followed orders. He cupped the man’s dick and started to stroke the hero’s chest. He heard Frost let out a weak mewing sound. Brick also noticed that the dick he was grasping was getting hard quickly. The more attention Frost got the less he continued to squirm. If anything he was squirming into a more secure grasp.

Frost continued to try and break free from Brick’s grasp. But the big clumsy hands over his body felt good. His body was on overdrive in the recent days and it still wanted more sex. He tried to fight the urges, but his body wanted more. He felt himself giving into the pleasure but still attempted to resist.

“No,” Frost pleaded, “Please stop.”

Brick, who wasn’t into the whole touching a guy thing, found himself excited about the hero begging for mercy. Encouraged by this, the villain began to become more active with his hands.

Frost tried to resist, but his totally exposed skin left nothing to hide, no inch of his body for Brick to explore. His hands were rough on his sensitive body. He felt his body betraying him as he felt wave after wave of pleasure and lust pulse through him.

“Please,” the hero panted, “Stop. pant Don’t. gasp Want. pant This?”

“Are you sure about that?” Mr. Tech quipped in adjusting one of his spider-cameras. “You’re cock seems really excited. And it looks like it’s starting to precum.”

Brick wrapped him big beef hands around Frost’s cock. He actually enjoyed the hero screaming out a loud groan when he did. He also liked how Frost made weak moans and mews as he tried to fight back.

“I’ll fight you. I’m not enjoying this. groan I’ll stop you. AGhH!”

Frost found his body stiffening. He felt the orgasm coming. He tried to hold it back. He wasn’t going to show defeat to these villains. He held it back as long as he could but eventually his body gave in to pleasure. He felt a powerful orgasm hit him. He ejaculated and his spunk hit Mr. Tech right in the face.

“Aw, gross.” Mr. Tech screamed while trying to clean himself off.

Frost felt his face flush after cumming. Brick hadn’t stopped his “attack” on Frost as his hands continued to molest the hero. Frost felt so weak and helpless to his body’s own desires.

Brick’s hands were covered in the hero’s excess cum. He smiled to himself, pleased with the outcome. He moved the cum soaked hand in front of the hero to taunt him. Frost attempted to lick the cum off, but Brick pulled his hand back. Brick licked the cum himself eyeing the hero’s envious eyes on him as he did.

Brick smiled sinisterly and started to molest the hero again. “Hey look,” Brick said triumphantly, “He’s getting hard again already.”

Sure enough Frost found his dick hardening to Brick’s touch and the moans began to release from him, but this time they were louder.

* * *

Birch woke up still on the table. He felt hungry. But it was a different kind of hunger, not from his stomach, but from his ass. The tube in his mouth and ass were not giving him any more cum. He spat out of the tube. He tried to move his arms and legs, but they were still bound to the table. Then he noticed something different. He had other arms, or something that he could move.

It felt like moving other arms, but more flexible. He moved to “arms” into his line of vision. They were green and slightly slimy and looked like tentacles or vines. They were attached to his back.

Birch felt freaked by this, but he still felt hungry. He used his new “arms” to break free of his shackles. Apparently the tentacles were very strong. Upon closer inspection he noticed that they were coated with something, like they were lubed. Touching the substance on the side he suddenly felt aroused. He felt a need. He also felt his ass itching for attention. He used one of the vines and pushed it into his ass. It felt good. Really good.

The vine went in and out. The longer it was in him, the more aroused he became. Whatever the substance that lubed the tentacles was, it seemed to have an aphrodisiac effect. Birch used one of the vines to stoke his dick. He didn’t take long for him to cum. When he did the cum dripped along the vine. He felt his hunger and brought the vine to his lips. He licked the juice off the vine. It tasted so good.

He looked in the mirror. Birch’s skin was usually pale and he was one of the more scrawny cadets. But now he looked muscled and his skin was golden tan. It matched the vines growing out of his shoulder. He also saw himself licking the delicious juice from the “arms.”

But this only made him hungrier. He needed more cum. He needed to get others. He needed other men. Birch used his new arms to break down the locked door and started searching for his next meal.

Hardcore left the store feeling somewhat pleased, but empty. Well his ass felt empty now. He had spent a large amount of money on new toys, lube and cloths. Craig said he would send the items to the address given.

They had given his a great discount. Hardcore was thankful, but Craig and his coworker talked him into wearing a rather ridicules ensemble for the walk home. They were rather insistent on it and Craig said it was on the house since they destroyed his original clothing in their exploits. The outfit consisted of shear red tank top that really didn’t cove anything and black shorts that tied up in front with white laces and the number 69 in white. The shorts were extremely short and the see-through tank barely covered his belly button. He had agreed partially because he wanted to get out of the store to clear his head (and not get tempted to buy anything else).

As the hero left the two clerks talked amongst themselves. “I was wondering where you went. I mean you were gone for over an hour. And then I heard those moans from in back. I wanted to join, but someone had to keep an eye on things.”

“Oh quiet Randy. How many times do you bring a guy back there?”

“Still I wished I had a round with him. He was seriously packing!”

“Still can’t believe you talked him into one of those outfits though,” Craig said watching his new favorite customer leave. He was paying particular attention to the round ass.

“Don’t worry babe. He’ll be back. After all we offer great customer service,” Randy said while eyeing another customer.

* * *

In the Takedown things were not their usual pace. For some off reason every woman in the bar had a headache and decided to go home and rest. Most of the men decided to stay and “bond with the other men.” Whatever that meant, but they all said the same phrase anyway.

Kite, one of the bartenders, seemed to be working extra hard tonight. He thought it strange that all the women left, but the thought had quickly left him. He was still a little disappointed. He usually got better tips when flirting with some of the untaken ladies, even some of them that were taken. But he was too busy to flirt right now anyways. The owner had requested a free round for everyone in the bar. He had even insisted that all of his staff drink at least one. Kite thought this was weird since his boss was usually very stingy. But he couldn’t argue with the man.

Kite himself was feeling a little hot. This was probably trying to keep up with the drink orders. It was made worst when the boss offered a free round of shots once everyone was offered their free drink. He felt like the room was on fire. Even his shirt felt like it was strangling him. He decided to take off his shirt and felt a lot better with it off. Kite was surprised at the amount of compliments he received. He knew he had a nice toned body, it was what made him popular with the ladies…well that and his big dick. But there were no ladies here right now. While taking off the shirt helped he still felt very hot. The most reasonable thing to do was to take off his pants to help cool down. Soon the bartender was only a pair of white briefs. He also started to get more tips once this happened. Usually customers left tips on the bar, but most today were leaving them in his briefs.

Mr. Smith, the owner walked over to Kite. Kite felt his cheeks run red realizing his strict boss would not approve of his appearance. “Sorry Mr. Smith. I was, um just feeling too hot.”

Mr. Smith just smiled and said, “Well you are hot my boy. The customers are enjoying it I see. You may have given me an idea of a new dress code.” Mr. Smith then took out his wallet and stuck a $100 bill into Kite’s briefs, but he had a hard time securing the bill in place and kept fondling Kite’s hardening dick. “For all you hard work, Kite,” Mr. Smith said while still cupping the big dick.

Meanwhile in the bathroom, a patron named Noah was having his own fun. His hands and knees were on the restroom floors as he greedily sucked on an unknown man’s cock. The man had offered him a hundred bucks to do it. Noah had thought to himself why not. The money could go to his child support anyhow. He wasn’t sure why he thought of his past due child support, after all he never paid it and the bitch of an ex-wife was too scared of him to make a fuss over it.

Whatever the reason he agreed to the blowjob, he was finding he was enjoying it. His own dick was rock hard. The idea of sucking off another man in a dirty bathroom for money made him feel skeezy. And feeling skeezy made him feel hot.

The unnamed man pulled his cock out of Noah’s hungry mouth. The cock exploded, shooting Noah in the face. Cum dripped down his face along the bid dopy, satisfied grin. The man took Noah’s number for future arrangements. Noah found himself excite about the idea. He could start having his own side business as a call boy. All he needed were more clients. And as it just so happened his next customer would be entering the restroom to request his services. He’d catch up on his child support sooner than he expected.

Daren and Ryan came into the bar. It seemed odd that both of their dates decided to head home just before entering the bar. The two bothers decided they still wanted to hang at the bar. But they weren’t sure why since both their conquests were gone now. The two had a history of treating women like shit and only for their own personal pleasure, but they were both attractive enough and charming to get what they wanted, despite their reputation.

“Bro, does something feel off in here tonight?” Daren asked.

Ryan looked around enjoying his free drink the owner made sure they recieved. Something did feel off, but he couldn’t tell what it was. It was like his eyes were seeing the differences, but his brain wouldn’t process it. If that made any sense.

“I think they have the heat on too high,” Ryan reasoned. “See all the guys without their shirts. It’s too hot in here for them.” Ryan pointed over to two guys making out, thrusting their bodies against each other. “Even the bartenders seem to be taking the heat.” Ryan pointing at Kite who was having a client give him a hand job. Kite had thrown back his head moaning with a big smile on his face. He was getting a lot extra attention from his exposed dick, and with it more tips.

The brothers didn’t act startled by any of the scenes they were seeing. Their brains couldn’t register that something was off.

“I guess that makes sense,” Daren said. “You’re looking rather hot right now. Why don’t I take off your shirt for you Ryan.” Without waiting for an affirmation, Daren walked behind his brother and started to unbutton the other man’s shirt. There were some hoot and hollers from the action.

One of the shirtless guys leered at the two boys. “You two brothers?” the man asked while taking a sip from his beer. “You look like you could be twins.”

“We’re brothers,” Daren said white throwing his brother’s shirt on the floor. “But Ryan is a year younger.” His younger brother was now helping him out of his own shirt.

“Have you guys ever made out with each other?” the man asked.

“No,” Ryan said. “But we did get two sisters to make out once. That was pretty hot.” Ryan turned to his brother. “I wonder why we never tried it?”

“Well there is no time like the present,” Daren said while wrapping his arms around his brother’s waist. The two were smiling at each other, playfully teasing. The kept moving in to kiss and then suddenly pull back just at the brink. They soon got a small crowd watching them goof around.

Daren felt his dick harden as they pressed their bodies together. He could also feel Ryan’s hard dick. The two finally stopped teasing their audience and kissed. Daren thought it was amazing. And the crowd was enjoying the show.

Ryan was thoroughly enjoying the kiss. He also like how strangers in the crowd were grabbing his hot body. Hand grabbed at his nipples, legs, butt and cock. But it felt good to have all the men lusting after him and his brother.

Psy was watching all these scenes on the side. He sat in on of the booth as his friend, Sgt. Hart whispered words in his ear. “I think those brothers should go home and fuck each other senselessly. Wouldn’t it be hot if they wanted to fuck every night. Not to mention think how much they would bag if they worked men as a team.”

Hart had been whispering ideas into Psy for two hours now. It didn’t really take much. At first it was guilty people who got away with crimes. And then Psy started to push some of the more attractive patrons into some acts. Soon it didn’t matter who it was as long as they had a dick. Some of Psy’s best recreations didn’t even come from Hart. His mind had already been racing with ideas. But the one common theme he planted in everyone’s head was that once they cummed, the changes would be permanent. And every single one of them was doing their best to blow their load before they left.

* * *

Birch walked the halls. For some reason the halls seemed extremely empty. He found two recruits sleeping in their shared quarters. The term “found” was relative. His new arms smashed the doorway of their quarters. He seemed to be able to sense where warm human bodies were.

Both the men he eyed were both extremely fit. One was sleeping in a t-shirt and sweatpants, while the other was only in a pair of boxers. Unbeknownst to Birch, Widget had been experimenting on at least half the crew. These two were some of the few people not converted.

This wouldn’t matter either way to the man though. He was too busy licking his lips looking at the covered cocks. He was hungry and there were two tasty meals waiting for him.

When his vines slammed down the door, the two soldiers jumped to a sitting position in their beds and were soon grappling with Birch’s vines. Nick, a skinnier guy, in the t-shirt and sweats struggled trying to get the vines off him. The vines grabbed his hands that struggled and started to pull at his clothes. He let you a loud scream, but soon found his mouth muffled by another tentacle. He noticed that there was some kind of sap on the thing that tasted somewhat salty and sweat. The longer he was held down the weaker he felt. He felt his muscles relax and his sense of panic began to withdrawal.

Jonas, a thick beefy black man found himself also struggling. The vines wrapped around his legs, torso and neck. His arms were free and he tried to break through the strong tentacles to no avail. He felt one of the vines slip through the back of his boxers. The slippery vine wasted no time and slipped inside his firm ass. Jonas freaked more than he was already. He couldn’t break free and he was feeling weird and now he was feeling the plant enter into his ass hole.

At first he felt the pain as his virgin hole was explored. But whatever was in the sap seemed to alieve the pain fairly quickly. Jonas was soon finding the sensation was feeling good. Really good. Jonas stop struggling as much and bent over so more of his ass was exposed. He was soon rewarded with more pleasure as the vines attacked his now willing ass.

Nick watched a Jonas went from struggling to wilding panting while the plant took advantage of him. Jonas didn’t even try to break free anymore. The plant had ripped off the boxers so the man was entirely nude now. Nick could also see Jonas’ large dick harden. The vines seemed to wrap themselves ground the dick, almost as they were stroking. That is when he turned and saw the source of the vines. A man with almost bronze skin that looked like the color of earth with emerald vines coming out of his back. He was beautiful and had a raging hard on as well.

Birch walked into the room. His vines took on a life of their own. He barely had any control over them. He wanted the tasks done and they went out and did it. He wasn’t even sure there was a limit of how many arms he could create. But they were very useful in getting his meals ready. The black man seemed more ready. His skin being more exposed and thus more exposed to the toxins in the vines made him easy prey. It also seemed make things quicker to stimulate the ass. By stimulating the prostate it would increase the output of sustenance.

He approached Jonas and lifted his head. Jonas’ eyes were glazed in lust. Birch took the man’s head and pulled him into a kiss. The vines continued to fuck Jonas’ ass while pushing him into a sitting position. Birch straddled the man’s hips and aligned the big dick to his own ass. Soon Birch was riding the man while he was getting fucked by his tentacles.

Nick watched as the handsome man fucked himself on his roommate. His eyes were fixed on the transaction and found himself getting hard at the sight. His clothes were being ripped to shreds. He didn’t care though. He just wanted to watch the show. The two men were thrusting their hips wildly while the strange man pushed Jonas’ face into the bronze chest. Jonas started to lick and nibble the hard chest in front of him.

Soon though Nick found a vine getting into his own ass. He let out a muffled moan as it did. He now knew why both men were enjoying getting their asses filled. He started to thrust his hips into the vines and started to notice the tentacles started to loosen up. His gag also started to unwind. The vine then entered directly into his mouth. Nick found his lips wrapping around the plant and he licked the sap off of it. He felt good with more of that tasty sap in him.

Birch felt him meal lick his nipples. He bounced on the man’s large dick feeling the precum start to nourish him. Feeding was so much fun and it felt so good. He laughed thinking about the old phrase “don’t play with your food.” He looked at his second meal that his arms were preparing. He looked very tantalizing and also very much enjoying his vines filling both hungry holes. Which only gave Birch ideas.

He spun around Jonas’ lap without letting the delicious dick leave his ass. Jonas followed his lead as he thrusted into the fine ass. Birch leaned forward to his knees while Jonas fucked his ass while grunting.

Birch then used his vines to push Nick off his bed. It was an easy task. He just removed the tentacle from the mouth and the boy seemed more than willing to follow it to get his mouth stuffed again. Like a carrot on a stick. Shreds of clothing were still covering his privates. Birth removed them to show a rather impressive hardon. It was a fairly big surprise considering the man’s skinny frame. Birch smiled as he wrapped his full lips around the piece.

Nick moaned into the vine. His dick felt amazing. The man’s lips were so well trained but there was also another reaction. Birch’s lips were releasing a toxin that heightened his sensations. Jonas was getting a similar work from Birch’s ass.

They went on for a while until Jonas cock exploded into Birch. Birch’s ass felt incredible. He was rewarded with pleasurable sensations. Not long after Nick also exploded into his mouth. Not a drop of cum slipped out of either of Birch’s holes.

The two men collapsed after they finished ejaculating. Birch left them on the floor. They’d be awake in a hour ready for another meal, but right now he was still hungry. He wasn’t sure if he was hungry for nourishment or for sex. They were almost synonymous now so he didn’t care. He just needed to get stuffed.

* * *

“Hey there hot stuff. How much?” Hardcore turned and saw a man with dark black hair and sun glasses looking up at him. He still wasn’t used to people having the nerve to talk to him. Why couldn’t he go back to being intimidating. He just wanted to get to his quarters and clear his head and fill his ass.

“Sorry?” he replied.

“How much do you charge?”

“What!” This guy thought he was a prostitute? Okay, by the way of dress that was reasonable, but it was the middle of the day. Why would he think…?

“Come on babe. I can see it. You want it bad.” The man put his hands on Hardcore’s abs. His fingers dug at the seams of the ridiculously short shorts. “See there. The dick doesn’t lie. Why don’t you and I just walk back here?” The man was leading him into the nearby alley, tugging at the seams of the shorts.

Hardcore was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. He was an upholder of the peace. Yet here was this guy thinking he was a street worker pulling him helplessly into an alley to screw. He had super strength and here some guy was leading him into some dark alley like he was a weak kitten. How many villains had he thrashed in this very alleyway? Yet he couldn’t find the strength to turn the nameless man away. He wanted this badly.

The man pressed Hardcore against the brick wall and ran his hands down the hard body. The tank top really didn’t hide anything, but the feelings of touch seemed to be intensified. Without looking at Hardcore’s face the man said, “Man you are so hot. The things I want to do to you.” He grabbed Hardcore’s stiffening cock and his other hand explored the mostly exposed body.

He pulled back and started to undo his jeans. “Come on you little whore. Earn your wages.”

Hardcore wanted to tell the guy he wasn’t a prostitute, but he saw the cock and suddenly felt hungry. He soon found himself on his knees greedily engulfing the piece of meat. Out of habit from his last encounter his ass seemed to bounce looking for its own companion.

Hardcore could still hear the steps of civilians cross by the alley entrance. He assumed, and hoped, they were oblivious of what he was doing back here. There was little cover and all one need to do was look down the narrow way to see the two men. But this didn’t stop him. He needed the cock.

The unnamed named looked down at Hardcore. He started pulling at Hardcore’s hair to quicken the pace. “Yeah your lips feel so good on my cock. You probably get a lot of business. And look at that ass bounce. Are you trying to tempt me to pay more to fuck you. I think you are.” The man had to admit the trick was working.

He pulled Hardcore off his dick that was already poking out of the shorts. He lifted the chin and raised the slut so he was standing eye to eye. “How bout I fuck the big ass of yours. I think I’m willing to pay the extra for that.” Without asking further he pressed Hardcore against the wall leaning him a little to get better access. Hardcore felt his shorts being pulled down and his ass being exposed.

“Ah, you’re wearing a nice jock strap. I think I’ll leave that on. And look you’re hole is all lubed up already. You really know how to do business boy.” The ass was lubed from his previous encounter with Craig. He felt he should probably stop the guy, but found himself anticipating the fuck. He leaned his face against the wall and stuck out his ass. He was finally going to feel what a real man’s cock felt like.

“What’s going on here!” a loud booming voice came.

“Holy crap! It’s a cop.” The nameless man ran down the alley and was soon out of sight. Hardcore looked over and saw the officer. He was still bent over and ass exposed.

* * *

I have finally found some footage with Apollo and Frost making out in the shower stalls. Those heroes have been busy. Maybe they are further along than I thought. Still I need to stop wasting time. There are more heroes to convert.

Still those two look hot on footage. I wonder where else those two have been at it. But it still begs the question how they were converted. I’ll have to have Widget do some tests on them when they get back.

But none of the heroes will be free from the watchful eye of the Voyeurer. That doesn’t even roll off the tongue right. That and I need something more threatening. Why can’t I figure out a name. And maybe I should spend less time trying to figure one out and start converting more heroes instead.