Copyright 2010 by the author.
thobyandover@y7mail.com
COSTUMED SUPERHEROES is intended to be a series and I welcome plot suggestions, particularly with regard to the crime elements.
The idea for this comes from a fairly obvious and well-known duo already existing in the comic universe, together who have entertained and intrigued many a gay man over the years, both in print and on TV. I considered using them specifically, but didn't want to breach copyright. Also, I didn't want to compromise the integrity of that pair, the original creators of which never intending any covert relationship undertones, despite the interest in such among their many fans, who asked themselves "what if?"
All that having been said, this story is clearly pretty stupid.
The other inspiration is a desire to have well-looking superheroes running around in Speedos, being captured and so on.
All characters are over eighteen.
COSTUMED SUPERHEROES
PART 1.
Cruising the streets of Century City are TITAN MAN and TEEN RANGER. We meet this potent law-enforcing duo as they patrol in their trademark vehicle -- a grey, low-slung Volkswagen Karmann Ghia. But firstly, just who are these parties who comprise the do-gooding pair? Members of the famed COSTUMED SUPERHEROES Club of Century City -- this we know. But their specially designed costumes of tight spandex and nylon conceal the true nature of their masked identity. As we are introduced to the superheroes of Century City, perhaps we may discern some important information as we listen in to the conversations of TITAN MAN and TEEN RANGER...!
"Fairly quiet in the Sheertown district tonight," Titan Man said. A mighty, gauntleted fist seized the Volkswagen's gear-lever and crunched the tortured box into third. "I don't want to foretell any trouble, but things can get pretty boring around here unless someone robs a jewellery store, or performs some such crime."
"Mmf..." sniffled the Teen Ranger, an elbow propped on the window sill. "What's on the radio? I want to listen in to the latest pop-hits."
"No can do, my young Ranger. We have to stay tuned to the special police frequency in case anything important comes over the airwaves, like a report of a crime in progress, for example. As you are aware, all Costumed Superhero cars are equipped with a secret police scanner." The masked Titan fiddled with the tuner, producing an unearthly crackle and a disembodied hiss.
"There's nothing secret about it," replied the crime-fighting Teen. "Proton Man got a bulk lot on discount from Tricky Dick's Electrical Wholesale Warehouse. It's just a normal CB. Truckers have got them too."
"Aha!" said Titan Man confidently, upholding one finger. "But the crooks don't know we have it, do they? Just remember, a superhero must also be a detective, and any source of information concerning a crime is of interest to us. At any moment we may hear of a felony!"
"There's someone wearing cargo-pants tucked into dress-boots, like Spandau Ballet," the sharp-eyed Teen Ranger observed. "Now that's a fucking felony!"
"Well spotted, Ranger. But crimes of fashion are not the type of crime with which we're concerned in Century City. If that was a jail-able offence, Grimme Prison would be overflowing with fluoro t-shirts, woollen leg-warmers, popped collars... anyway, a young superhero sidekick really shouldn't be pointing out the taste faux-pas of others. Just look what you're wearing, my boy!"
Teen Ranger shifted in the leather passenger seat uncomfortably and looked down at his rather distinctive superhero suit. The primary colours belonging to the super-teen were purple and white, and these were exhibited in flashy diagonal lightening stripes on a tight, spandex t-shirt, or `tunic.' The narrow parallel stripes of white traversed the Teen Ranger's breast in jagged paths against a lurid background of deep electric purple. His belly-button and the little fluttering muscles of his tummy were exposed above a similarly striped Speedo. At the end of a pair of gracefully muscled bare legs, his feet were shoved into high-top purple basketball shoes with white laces. White gauntlets sheathed his hands on slender, lean-muscled arms.
What's a superhero without a mask and cape? The boy-hero sported a little black stick-on eye-veil, through which quick green eyes peered and blinked. The cape was dark purple, and silken-light in weight. It bore a large "TR" lightning-bolt motif, and fluttered from a permanently soldered silver chain about the superhero sidekick's narrow, swan-like neck, down to a tiny, tightly encased backside.
And what of Titan Man? Discussion of the boy-sidekick's costume would certainly seem remiss without a description of the ensemble worn by the mighty T-Man himself. The huge, muscular frame of the Titanic hero was covered head-to-toe in blue nylon and spandex. Upon the mighty chest there was displayed in red -- with yellow borders -- a massive `T' in an energetic font. The two arms of this impressive letter spread to the extremities of the shelf-like breast, where the nipples protruded beneath the supple material, as large and as hard and as round as bubble-gum balls.
This fearsome bodysuit was completed with an over-head component, comprising the mask and concealing the true identity of the crime-busting power-house. Titan Man's cape was velvet black, and his knee-high boots were black also, in heavy leather, and when they thundered upon pavement, rooftop, or hardwood flooring, they sent fear into the hearts of Century City's criminals. Beware, gentlemen! Wrongdoers will have little likelihood of escape from the Titan's wrath!
***** And so, in some initial manner we are introduced to two members of the COSTUMED SUPERHEROES Club of Century City. The indomitable TITAN MAN and the lively TEEN RANGER exemplify the courage and loyalty required of a successful superhero and his youthful sidekick. But herein is a special relationship, and not an equal one, for the experienced crime-busting hero must assume responsibility for his charge -- not only for the safety of the hopeful apprentice, but also for the sidekick's training and discipline, and of these things we will no doubt learn more as we observe the COSTUMED SUPERHEROES in action. For now, though, let us turn to a recently filed story by Century City reporter Clarence Charmichael for the City Hub News. Perhaps here we will learn more of the exploits of this intrepid duo; TITAN MAN and TEEN RANGER.
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CENTURY CITY'S COSTUMED SUPERHEROES THWART PIRACY RING!
TITAN MAN and TEEN RANGER catch software pirates in Sheertown public lavatory!
Byline: Clarence Charmichael.
A notorious gang of software pirates have been TEMPORARILY SUSPENDED from conducting their despicable acts in Century City's Sheertown district by COSTUMED SUPERHEROES TITAN MAN and TEEN RANGER! The brightly be-suited baddy-busters nabbed FOUR SUSPICIUOS LOOKING MEN in a public toilet, where the ILLEGAL SOFTWARE was being sold!
Said TITAN MAN to this reporter: "These guys had armfuls of DVD-ROMS, presumably chock full of illegally burnt computer programs... computer games, most probably. Teen Ranger went in undercover over a period of weeks, going to the public toilets everyday and spending hours in there, receiving the illicit goods."
"...Um... Yeah... That's what I was doing," added the tight-bodied Teen. "Finding illegal stuff, and that. We busted these guys, but I managed to get cracked versions of Doom Raider 3 and Spunk Surfer if anyone needs a copy, and all the Supa-Series, but they're pretty lame."
"If it wasn't for the actions of myself and the Teen Ranger here," interjected TITAN MAN, "there'd be hundreds of copies of these free games circulating on the streets of Century City!"
"Yeah..." TEEN RANGER sulked. "How bad would that be? Now all my buddies are going to hate me. When you said `find some illegal trade in the public toilets,' I just thought you meant..."
TITAN MAN clarified: "We knew something strange was going on when we saw these gentlemen hanging around the toilets in long trench-coats and with suspicious looks on their faces. So I sent in Teen Ranger on surveillance. He soon made contact with the baddies."
TEEN RANGER said to this reporter: "They said they'd give me the newest titles if I would..."
"I'd already guessed they were software pirates," TITAN MAN explained.
According to TITAN MAN, illegally traded games are a scourge on legitimate businesses of Century City. TITAN MAN and TEEN RANGER are known to citizens for their crime-fighting exploits and tight-fitting uniforms, and indeed, it was suggested to this reporter that it may have been TEEN RANGER's small nylon Speedo and narrowly packed rump which enabled him to engage with the villains so expediently in the Sheertown public lavatory.
"Century City is safe from lavatory-lurking law-breakers once again!" said TITAN MAN.
Police released the four suspects after two minutes of questioning.
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Consulting the microfiche records of the City Hub News archived in the Century City Library is a perfectly satisfactory method for learning about the history and fine deeds of the COSTUMED SUPERHEROES Club, and no doubt we will revisit this august publication at later stages, but at this moment it seems we are privy to the private goings-on between two of the heroes, TITAN MAN and his sidekick TEEN RANGER. Hark! Let us continue to hear!
"I don't know about all this traffic heading into Sheertown tonight," said Titan Man as the Karmann Ghia crawled along the Parkway in a slow-moving line of vehicles. All lanes of this major thoroughfare were clogged. "There's a lot of people," he continued. "It could be pretty wild."
There was the honking of cars and a raucous hubbub from the street, dulled by the thick glazing of the Volkswagen's tinted windows. Party animals shouted and vomited from weirdly decorated vehicles chugging with music too loud to be sensible. Along the sidewalk, whores and rent-boys plied the passing limousines with trade. Titan Man, crime-busting superhero, preoccupied himself with real public enemies -- he left alone the working lads cocksucking for a buck. And the female prostitutes? The police paid them no attention either (in an official capacity, at least).
The Titan stared grimly from behind the windscreen, scanning. Red and green lights played on the glass and the general screech of Sheertown, Century City's most debauched and crime-ridden district, hammered through. Music from multiple nightclubs blended into a single, crashing shriek. Still, the clip-clopping of high-heels on the sidewalk could somehow be heard over the din. The titanic-framed superhero snorted with a quick laugh and shifted in his seat.
"Ah. It's the usual crowd," he said to the teen-sidekick beside him. "Keep your eyes peeled, boy. We may see a ram-raid or a diamond heist."
"A diamond heist?" the Teen Ranger said. "Titan Man, we're going to see a lot of prostitutes and drunks. And anyway, I don't want to end up in the news again like that piracy bust. Everyone's blaming me because they can't get cheap copies of the latest video games anymore. Yeesh! I'm practically an outcast from my buddies!"
"You did good work, young Ranger. Those hoods aren't your buddies. Your real pals are the Costumed Superheroes Club of Century City."
"Um... Oh yeah..." said the Teen wistfully. His eyes -- partly shadowed by the little black mask -- turned to the distance. He twisted his slim hips in the seat and reached to adjust his tight Speedo.
"How's it going with GoGo Girl?" the blue-suited behemoth asked. "You two seem to have been... How shall I put it?... Getting along rather well recently." There was a conspiratorial wink from behind the blue spandex hood and a bright flash of teeth.
"GoGo Girl?... Oh... erm... yeah... she's... good."
"Weren't you two out together yesterday?"
"No... I was with... Kid Buck."
"Kid Buck? What were you doing with him?" Titan Man asked.
"Getting... getting shakes at the soda-fountain. He had a day off so I thought it would be a good opportunity to catch up... you know..."
"The Kid has a day off only rarely," the masked Titan observed. "He's the hardest trained sidekick in the Superheroes Club."
"And the hardest. Full stop," said Teen Ranger, smacking his lips.
"Yes indeed, my young Ranger. The hardest working and the hardest muscled. That's something to aspire to in sidekickdom. Why, one day you will be just as firm and just as experienced!"
"God, I hope so!" the Teen Ranger breathed.
"Mind you," Titan Man continued. "Nocturnal Intruder is a very hard superhero to sidekick for. You know he keeps a leather buggy-whip. A nice little means for keeping the Kid Buck in line! He uses it, too. Regularly."
Teen Ranger shivered. Titan Man sensed his own sidekick's sensation of tense excitement. He continued.
"Yes. I've seen that whip. It's long and nasty! Now how would you like it, my young Teen Ranger, if I obtained something of that sort? Only to be applied rarely, of course. You're a fine lad in need of only the occasional chastisement!"
"You... you've seen it?"
"Why, yes. Hasn't Kid Buck told you about it?"
"He's shown me the marks."
"Everyone's seen the marks," Titan Man said. "Kid Buck's superhero Speedo briefs don't cover very much at all."
"Oh yeah. They're especially teeny." Once again, the Ranger reached to adjust his own small pair of Speedos.
"That's because Nocturnal Intruder specifies the smallest possible racer cut. The low-riding slimline style -- and you sidekicks all take small sizes about the hips."
"You know what else, Titan Man?" said the comic-book Teen hero. "Nocturnal Intruder makes him go two sizes smaller! than what the sales assistant says in the beach-and-surf department of SuperheroWorld."
"How do you know that?"
"Kid Buck told me."
"Just be thankful then that you're not the Intruder's sidekick. If you went any smaller with those briefs, you'd bust something!" Titan Man shifted a gear as the traffic started to move. He began to wonder just how Teen Ranger's training and development would progress over the next few months. The boy-crime-fighter had already ripened into an ideal companion in the crook-catching game: Quick, intelligent, loyal, and fit. It was imperative also, that a superhero and his offsider maintain a relationship unique among all professions. They would face danger together, and their lives often depended on one another. A costumed superhero chose his -- or her -- sidekick with upmost care.
Nevertheless, Titan Man's sidekick-partner at that moment had been distracted from his watchful superhero duties. Like any young man, Teen Ranger's thoughts could easily and suddenly turn to certain recreational diversions. His buzzing brain found deliberations upon his friend in superherodom, the spirited KID BUCK -- the young powerhouse-partner of NOCTURNAL INTRUDER.
Nocturnal Intruder was scary. And huge. And he wore creaking black leather, and the costumed collection of brightly attired sidekicks tended to stay out of the Intruder's way. It was a mixture of awe and fear. As leader of the Costumed Superheroes (actually; president of the club -- elected annually at the general meeting in accordance with the charter), the mighty NOCTURNAL INTRUDER commanded respect, but it was really his fearsome stature and thunderous voice which impressed most.
There was some awe too for KID BUCK. Imagine; being the charge of the terrible NOCTURNAL INTRUDER! Teen Ranger whistled through his teeth when he thought of it! Sure, his own TITAN MAN was a powerful and imposing chief, but... well... Teen Ranger was quite capable of seeing the blue-suited behemoth-of-brawn as a big, loveable teddy-bear.
He remembered the previous day. Kid Buck's lips had been soft and pliant, and the two boy-sidekicks had exchanged hot little breaths, their excited panting becoming more and more urgent as they had grappled with one-another behind a dumpmaster in the car-park of Sam's Soda Stream. It was unbecoming of two fine young superheroes to grasp and grab each other this way in such an unsavoury location, and Kid Buck had expressed this concern, but the Teen Ranger's heart had been pumping and his head had pounded, and quick fingers had tickled with electric magic on bare skin. The Kid's big brown eyes became soft and wet as the Teen Ranger stroked his neck, brushed his bare midriff, and moved a hand to the Buck's loaded front-packet in the zippy little Speedo. In a moment, the heavy male muscle had stiffened and Kid Buck had protested no further.
In the Volkswagen, Teen Ranger slid on the seat and adjusted his own Speedo again. Traffic was moving and really, the superhero patrol required his attention.
"What's up, my terrific Teen?" asked Titan Man. "You seem agitated."
"I think I got Kid Buck in trouble yesterday."
"How's that?"
"He fell over backwards on a dustbin in the soda fountain parking-lot and got barbeque sauce on his cape because he has to wear his uniform even on his days off and he said he'd be whaled, probably."
"Except that it's not technically a `uniform,' Teen Ranger," Titan Man said. "As all superheroes wear a distinctive and unique outfit, this goes completely against the definition of the word."
"Yeah... Well... I'll leave that stuff to Professor Power and Undergrad Lad."
"What did you have to do with the barbeque sauce on Kid Buck's cape?"
"Oh... Well... I sort of pushed against him... accidentally... and my hand sort of snagged in his Speedo and..."
"It rather sounds like the time Kid Buck and yourself fell down from the stepladder in the box-room at Club Headquarters and you were both found on top of one another, you with your superhero briefs around your ankles and Kid Buck trying to help you up again."
"Yes, it does, rather, doesn't it?"
Titan Man had thankfully assumed a new train of thought. "By the way, the heroes are being asked to vote on whether Undergrad Lad should be promoted from sidekick to superhero proper."
"What's he going to be called?"
"Fresh Man."
"Oh my God, that's lamo! And it doesn't even make a lot of sense!" Teen Ranger squeaked with laughter.
"It's still being figured out... Hey! Jaywalker!"
Brakes squealed as the Volkswagen T-Mobile shuddered into the curb. In a flash, doors clunked and two suited superheroes exploded into action -- one velvet black cape and another of dark purple streamed across the sidewalk as passers-by halted, bemused. The felon made a desperate attempt at getaway -- strolling to the opposite side of the street, a hamburger in his greasy clutches while behind him, the valiant doers-of-good raced through oncoming traffic. Cars screeched as the dazzlingly-dressed pair dashed urgently across the busy Parkway in pursuit, and one van mounted the footpath, flattened a signpost, and nearly collected an old lady and a blind-man with guide-dog.
In an instant, the rapidly escaping criminal had casually turned a corner, out of sight -- but the famous apprehenders-of-evil-doers were hotly behind!
"Citizens! Stand aside! Crime in progress!" came the authoritative order from the masked Titan on the crowded sidewalk. One moment later, the billowing capes of the crook-fighting protectors had vanished from general view also -- into the seedy alley-way.
The massive muscles of titanic legs pumped, and right beside the blue spandex of the resolute Titan came the equally resolute Teen -- flowing nimbly and bare thighs flashing with lithe sinew in the dim streetlight. Leather boots thudded and basketball high-tops plunked across a short length of bitumen. For a brief moment the pair of tenacious superheroes paused, peering into the dark night of a Sheertown alley. Where was the offender? A shadow moved, and again they launched with spring-loaded ballistic energy after their quarry.
Within a moment, the super-powered pair had overtaken the felonious jaywalker, and had him in a vice-like headlock.
"There'll be no more jaywalking from this one, Teen Ranger!" said the mighty Titan. "Easy does it pal. You're busted! By the Costumed Superheroes of Century City!"
"Good God! It's Titan Man and Teen Ranger! Where were you two when my house was burgled last week?" The beady-eyed criminal may well have expected to be marched straight off to prison, such was the flurry of strength expended by the daring duo in his apprehension. The police were called to take care of the natural formalities and paperwork associated with the capture of a criminal, and two hours later they arrived, issuing a caution to the dastardly crook, and a hearty vote of thanks to two of Century City's finest superheroes, but this interval of time saw some singularly unusual events.
"You got a small problem there, boy?" said Titan Man to his young offsider as the crime-fighting pair bundled their constrained felon toward the haphazardly parked Volkswagen.
"Ulp..." the Teen Ranger said, in some distress.
The young superhero's male-organ was pressed prominently against the sheer nylon of his small, purple and white Speedo, and the rapidly stiffening meat formed a huge banana shape, curving sideways and pulling the tightly tethered briefs away from his finely muscled belly.
"Guess it's all the excitement, eh, lad?" Titan Man observed sympathetically.
The hardened prong stretched around, probing its head, and finding room inside the burdened fabric. It twitched and lurched visibly, and a big vein could be seen pulsing through the shimmery material.
"Oh!... Ow!... Why now?" whimpered the confused teen, his disobedient organ pushing and swelling. Teen Ranger had a hold of the jaywalker's arm, but distracted urgently by his unfortunate condition -- clearly seen at his loins -- he twisted his waist and hips, trying to avoid the gaze of an assembling crowd who had taken the opportunity of witnessing the superheroes in action.
"Look! There's Titan Man! And there's Teen Ranger!" someone said.
"And they've captured a crook!"
"Look at Teen Ranger's cock!"
"Before we go out on patrol next time," said the Titan. "Perhaps I should take care of this possibility. A carefully inserted digit and a small amount of pressure on a young sidekick's prostate will lighten the apprentice superhero's load, so to speak, and mitigate the lad's potential for certain energetic demonstrations later on. Teen Ranger, how would you like me to..."
"Titan Man!"
"I can't believe I'm hearing this!" the jaywalking offender said as he was hustled into the rear seat of the Karmann Ghia to await the police.
"Well, better do something about that crank of yours, boy," Titan Man said. "It's attracting attention."
Poor Teen Ranger ran to the passenger side door, his hand at his sorely enlarged and aforementioned `crank,' but in these moments, he felt a quick, energetic pulsating. He groaned in misery, and disaster was his.
There was lurching and pumping inside his Speedo, and a full load of hot wetness flooded those painfully soaking briefs, and while his organ continued to propel the unstoppable gushes, thick gobs of it dripped through the fabric to his legs and to the splattered sidewalk.
"Oh no!" he wailed in a most pitiable tone. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!"
"Stay out of the car, boy! You'll make the seat wet!" snapped the Titan.
"Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!"
"Hang on while I get a towel from the trunk."
"I'm still coming!" the boy-superhero whined, his hands now covered with the gunky mess.
"Oh, that's right. The trunk's at the front. I keep forgetting."
***** And so, it may have become apparent to the interested reader that he has learned with some intimacy about the adventures of these two crusading superheroes. We have been present while an actual crook has been apprehended -- a crook of the most villainous kind, and we have also witnessed a rather awkward event taking place on the public sidewalk of the Sheertown Parkway, for it is among the hazards of the young superhero in a Speedo to always be at risk of exhibiting his manhood in a distended and mortifying state. The superhero-sidekick is a vigorous young fellow, and his bodily fitness and the effects of his fast-pumping heart extend to all of the functions associated with his lean, streamlined body. Anyway, enough excuses for Teen Ranger. Perhaps he should have applied the auto-manipulations familiar to young men everywhere before his patrol began. Or perhaps the suggestion of his Titanic superior should have been the thing to relax the agitated teenager. With some trepidation with what we may see next, we continue our observations back at the headquarters of COSTUMED SUPERHEROES.
"Don't tell anyone! Will you Titan Man?"
"I wouldn't worry about it too much, lad. It's a natural occurrence."
Teen Ranger wrung out his dripping Speedo and threw the little purple and white thing into the washing-machine, which comprised part of the necessary equipment in the headquarters of the COSTUMED SUPERHEROES Club. He stripped off his similarly coloured t-shirt too, and unclipped the silken cape from the silver, soldered chain about his neck, and the fine, smooth lad stood buck-naked on the black, painted floor.
"Altogether a rather sweaty night's work," the Man Titan observed. "And for you, young Ranger, rather more expressive in bodily fluids."
"Aw, Titan Man! Do you think anyone noticed?"
"I think a great many people noticed. Let's hope certain things don't find their way into the pages of the City Hub News."
"Oh my God!"
Pert, brown little nipples pouted in the underground chill, and Titan Man noticed the meated man-muscle of his sidekick rising again.
"What's going on here, young Teen Ranger?"
"I think I'm getting a stiffy again."
Now removed of its black, leather gauntlet, Titan Man's hand reached out and tweaked his sidekick's nipple. The boy-superhero's dick lurched to its full extension. The green eyes of the Teen went soft and pliant, and gazed upwards to the Titan's.
Their lips closed to each other's, ductile and yielding. From the Ranger there were short, ragged little breaths and Titan Man's arms united them. He felt the warm, soft skin over hard muscle, and the boy surrendered, folding against the spandex of the blue superhero. Long lashes batted downwards and there was a deep sigh.
It is clearly obvious that the reader will want to withdraw from this private moment between the intrepid TITAN MAN and TEEN RANGER. For there is other business afoot. These two colour-suited superhero identities are not the only members of the COSTUMED SUPERHEROES Club of Century City, and it will be instructive to observe them as they interact with other affiliates of that most proud establishment! Read on!
"We've got to go to a meeting with Nocturnal Intruder. Professor Power's going to be there too. Apparently something's up! Undergrad Lad will be taking minutes, I think," said Titan Man, striding along the dark, narrow corridor within the depths of the COSTUMED SUPERHEROES Headquarters.
"Will Kid Buck be there?" Teen Ranger asked, scurrying along beside, distractedly adjusting his Speedo.
"I suppose so."
As the pair entered the meeting room, the Teen Ranger's flashing green eyes darted around. There was the massive form of NOCTURNAL INTRUDER, hulking in a chair at the large, oaken table. He was dark and serious. A heavy, leather harness encircled his otherwise bare, superhero chest, where four substantial black girdles met at an iron ring between his huge pectorals. The Intruder's head was encased in tight rubber, with rectangular slits for the eyes. Simply being in the same room with the Nocturnal one activated a hot little wire of nervousness and excitement in the Ranger's delicately rippled belly. And KID BUCK!
A colourfully attired -- and mostly unattired -- young superhero stood to attention at a line on the floor. Kid Buck was nearly naked, and this was his entire costume, summer and winter. Winged, bright-yellow boots were fixed to the line on the floor, flawlessly polished to a high sheen and with toes unmoving. His hands were enclosed in shiny yellow PVC -- short gauntlets with plastic, yellow streamers. There was a little blue eye-mask -- of the same design as Teen Ranger's -- and an electric-blue cape on a high-standing latex collar. Other than these accruements, there was nothing but the bright-blue, nylon Speedo briefs, which were low-riding, utterly slimline -- and small. The waistband barely came up over the pubic region, and lettered in yellow across the frontal package was the nomenclature: "KID BUC*K." Otherwise, the too-small swimmers were twisted at the sides into a nylon-entangled rope, and behind, were binded into a thong-like structure which disappeared between neatly muscled buttocks, as if sucked.
The blue and yellow wasn't limited to this brief suit. The Kid's blonde hair was dyed vividly -- the left side blue, and the right side yellow. Teen Ranger's jaw went slightly slack -- as it always did -- at the Kid Buck's fine musculature and carriage. The pectorals were not particularly prominent, but they were high-mounted and rounded, cut sharply in-between to the breastbone. The little nips were pouting in the pale, electric light, and the left of these sensitive, brown buttons formed a punctuating `stop' between the letters "K*B," stamped on the smooth left breast in body ink -- a stylised badge of more yellow and blue.
Flanks ridged by a ribcage overlaid with bands of muscle narrowed to an amazing and extreme slimness . The six-pack was actually an eight-pack, because two further little muscles could be seen directly under those tight-and-high pecs. All those tummy-muscles fluttered under silky skin, rising and falling as the Kid breathed. There was the hint of a blonde snatch of hair in the darkness behind the Speedo waistband, and the folded, sideways-going penis was thick, meaty, and long, wrapped tightly in the dazzling blue nylon where it pressed and strained in its pouch, its wiggly veins clearly defined and its weighted head reaching to the hip.
Teen Ranger loved the Kid Buck's thighs. Overdeveloped -- as is so frequent with young, comic-book superheroes -- they tensed and sprung alternately like bags of snakes as the Buck-hero unconsciously -- and only ever-so-slightly -- shifted his weight. Just over each knee, charming little notches appeared and disappeared. They strangely complimented the single notch between the pecs, and these coltish thigh-muscles developed upwards in curved, overlapping pleats, breaking into multiple, delicate creases twitching in the soft-skinned area right near the groin. The long-legged and graceful KID BUCK could run like a gazelle for miles and miles.
Teen Ranger's heart stepped up a beat as he viewed his good friend's quietly serious face -- partly obscured by a big lick of yellow/blue fringe and fixed right ahead on a slender, long neck. Kid Buck hadn't turned to see the Titan or the Ranger as they had entered. He was at attention. Spine erect, chin up, face forward, and fingers extended straight down by his sides. But the wide, brown eyes were attentive and alert. Long, black lashes fluttered, blinking slowly. The lips were sensual and dry, and enchantingly expressive at the corners of the mouth. Teen Ranger knew there was a crooked front tooth and behind that -- a slurpy tongue of adroit quickness.
There is one other thing to comment upon regarding the appearance of the nineteen year-old superhero KID BUCK, and that is the pretty silver piercing through the sensitively formed belly-button. Two highly polished miniature dog-tags were suspended here, which tink-tinked together when the speedy teenaged do-gooder was obliged pursue a baddy, or when he was engaged in a number of other physical activities. As can be imagined, one was stamped with; "K-I-D B-U-CK," and the other; "c/o Nocturnal Intruder."
"Titan Man," the voice of the Nocturnal Intruder deeply intoned in the concrete surrounds of the functional conference room. "Come in. And get your Teen Ranger in here too."
The Ranger darted to Titan Man's side, and when the smoothly moving mountain of man-muscle took a seat at the table, the Teen sidekick stood quietly behind him. It was unsaid, but sidekicks didn't sit down with the President of the COSTUMED SUPERHEROES Club unless expressly invited. He gulped.
NOCTURNAL INTRUDER's costume was black leather and chrome. As described before, there was the bare chest and the bulky, wide straps of the harness with clip-on pouches for various tools and gadgets. Shining leather breeches contained colossal, powerful legs, and there was a white stripe of military-style piping running down the outside of each. A chromium codpiece was polished to a mirror-finish, and more chrome went around the soles of a pair of great boots. NOCTURNAL INTRUDER's costume requires considerably less description than does the highly-coloured outfit of KID BUCK, for it is largely uncomplicated. Ominous and simple, the leather creaks and ripples, and the rubber hood reveals only an imposing square jaw and steel-hard eyes.
Other heroes were present also. There was ELECRO MAN and SPARKY. PROFESSOR POWER, in his sweeping black cape and clever-looking university-hat with a flat top -- and UNDERGRAD LAD, wearing his grey shirt with striped, blue and green school tie, and green blazer with the "UL" logo on the left breast, and his tight, tight grey shorts and colourful peaked cap and black shoes. THE WRANGLER, in brown, cow-hide vest, tough jeans, and patterned leather boots with spurs -- and his sturdy sidekick BOY RIDER, with suede ankle boots and the smallest possible cut-off jeans, frayed to the rump cheeks and as tautly stretched as anything.
Teen Ranger was also pleased to see the club's aerial duo FLIGHT MANUAL and AIR CADET.
Also, there were the obligatory and token female companions LADY LASSOO and GOGO GIRL. Yes, it was a formidable line-up, such as one Teen Ranger had rarely seen assembled together in the same place.
"Now that we're all here," said the presiding Nocturnal Intruder. "We'd best get down to business.
"Gentlemen -- and ladies -- I have to report to you that the ace criminal mastermind CAPTAIN VON HECKLE has escaped from jail and is once again a grave threat to Century City and its inhabitants!"
"By thunder and lightning!" said ELECTRO MAN.
"Egad!" said PROFESSOR POWER.
"Holy smokes!" exclaimed THE WRANGLER.
"We've got a problem!" observed FLIGHT MANUAL.
"Well I'll be hornswaggled!" LADY LASSOO said.
"Great Scott!" said TITAN MAN.
"Holy Smokes!" said BOY RIDER.
"Well shuck my corn!" said GOGO GIRL.
"Egad!" said TEEN RANGER.
"Egad!" UNDERGRAD LAD repeated.
The Nocturnal Intruder finally interjected. "Yes, well. That's quite enough."
"Jeeping willikers!" TEEN RANGER exclaimed. "...whoops."
"As you are all aware, Captain Victor Von Heckle is a powerful criminal force to be reckoned with," the Nocturnal president darkly intoned. "And he is no doubt marshalling a gang of the city's toughest and most formidable crooks at this very moment. Boy! Where's that list?"
The upright KID BUCK -- who hadn't yet said anything -- leapt in instant obedience to a side table in a single, split-second bound. In a blue-and-yellow blur of unquestioning immediacy, the list had been presented to Nocturnal Intruder and the finely trained Kid was back upon his line, at attention, eyes to his front.
Nocturnal Intruder rustled the paper, saying; "This, ladies and gents, is a list of all the known, likely hideouts in Century City where Von Heckle's gangsters may be assembling. When you each see me later, you'll be assigned a stakeout! Now, we have some further business. Professor Power?"
"Ahem. Yes. Thank you, Nocturnal Intruder," said the superhero professor. "We have here a miniature GPS location device which myself and Undergrad Lad have invented. It's been decided that each sidekick will be fitted with one of these so he -- or she -- as the case may be, can be located, for reasons of safety. With Captain Von Heckle at large, we can't afford to take any chances with our supple, smooth young charges. It's about the size of a two-penny bit, small enough to be carried discreetly, in a convenient pocket, say, or, if necessary, in the pouch of a Speedo if no such pocket exist. However, it may be safer to have it fixed bodily to the young, slim superheroes. Even pierced through some bodily part where the baddies are unlikely to find it if a sidekick is captured. I have taken the liberty of having one of these devices attached to a piercing through Undergrad Lad's tongue, even though I normally wouldn't approve of such things, and I recommend that each superhero identify some discreet part of their sidekick's fit young bodies through which to apply..."
Professor Power droned on, and Teen Ranger passed his attention to the Kid Buck's slender profile -- the upturned nose and delicately raised cheekbones. He adjusted his Speedo.
And so we have witnessed a meeting at the headquarters of the COSTUMED SUPERHEROES of Century City, where we learn of the vile threat, CAPTAIN VON HECKLE! And we have become in some way familiar with the collection of proud superheroes and their various sidekicks. But before we leave off from this intriguing initial chapter, let us peer discreetly at one more private moment between TITAN MAN and TEEN RANGER!
"Can I have a pierced ring in my belly-button like Kid Buck?" asked Teen Ranger of the Titan.
"Well, that's where Professor Power's GPS might go. Weren't you listening?"
Titan Man slipped a bare hand between the Teen's buttocks, making him gasp. The boy sidekick twisted to face the superhero, but Titan Man held him, playfully adjusting the squirming youth for his purposes. Blue spandex was shed, and two rock-hard bodies formed in vigorous activity. Soon, naked flesh was pounding and slapping, and the mighty Titan Man grunted to a monumental, gut-wrenching climax.
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