Superhero: 2 ============
By TopLegal
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
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Cold Winter -----------
"Victor," Forbes shouted to me from the bathroom, "can you put on
the radio, I want to hear if the police made any progress on that
string of bank robberies?"
I rolled over slowly, Forbes' energy could at times be infectious,
but we had been prowling some of the darkest parts of New York
City for five nights straight without any luck. With a push, I got
the radio turned on and then rolled back into a ball.
"Thanks," he shouted. I was tired but I could hear the reporter:
"Police still say they have no leads in the string of bank
robberies that have left many afraid to visit their local banks.
Assistant District Attorney Forbes March who has been reassigned
from homicide to assist on this case refused to comment on the
status of the investigation. One source in the DA's office is
claiming that the police and DA's investigation is being hampered
by Federal involvement. While another source within the police
department says that the truth about the crime scenes is being
kept secret."
I reached out telepathically to Forbes and reminded him, "I love
you."
I felt him think solidly, "Likewise."
The truth of the situation was that the crimes were unusual. The
burglar was working with a small gang and was blasting holes right
through safe doors as easily as most people might rip a piece of
paper in two. The problem that was baffling police--and the
FBI--was that there was no evidence of explosives.
The radio continued: "...we have Professor Katherine Landis from
New York University on the line with us now to discuss the history
of bank robberies."
Forbes came out of the bathroom and crawled into bed and we
snuggled and I lost myself in a quick orgy of kissing and
snuggling.
I threw on my hero "outfit" and slid my eye mask into the pocket
and headed downtown with Forbes. On the subway we sat across from
each other and practiced talking telepathically to one another.
Which really meant me talking into him and then reading back from
him.
"What if someone with powers like ours used them for evil," I
thought to him, it was something we had discussed before and
discarded four days and four brazen robberies ago.
"It is an old maxim of mine that when you have excluded the
impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the
truth," Forbes thought back.
"Sherlock Holmes," I almost blurted out aloud.
Forbes nodded.
"So you think it could be a hero--villain I mean," I thought back.
Another nod.
"I'll go to the headquarters and see if Cathus has any leads," I
thought.
We had reached our stop and parted with a kiss as I headed towards
secret passages that would lead me to the meeting room where other
superheroes could be found.
Meeting Room ------------
When I arrived Cathus was hunched over a computer terminal and
scowled at me on my entrance. She was clearly frustrated, "Even if
the police catch this criminal they will not be able to safely
contain him in any jail."
"We have not done any better."
Cathus turned back to the computer. She and I were alone and I
logged in and looked over her work. She had done a workup of our
criminal's likely super powers. The summary showed something
important: the criminal's powers were limited to metals and
metallized substances. I pulled up one of the crime scene reports
from our (secret) link to the police database.
"What if we pointed something about this out to the police?"
She responded by getting up and turning into cat form and prowling
towards me: "How exactly would we do that?"
"Just suggest a lexan shield or something?"
She pawed at my hand, scratching me gently. I had been scolded. I
got up and paced around the room. Cathus turned back to human form
and said, "Sorry I shouldn't snap at you."
We both left the headquarters, her for her "job" as CEO of a
multi-billion dollar conglomerate and me for my job as a waiter.
I still had a few hours before I had to report for lunch and
decided to head back home. On the machine there was a message from
Forbes saying he would be home late.
Quick Trick -----------
I ended up sitting in my childhood bedroom and staring out the
window. I found myself looking at the empty construction hole
where Paul's house had been before the fire that killed him and
his parents and unlocked my telepathic powers.
I noticed a handsome guy walking across the site. I reached out
telepathically; he was the architect planning a new house.
I gently placed an order in his head: "Come ring my bell."
I could watch him scratch his head from my window and suddenly
head for my door. After the doorbell rang, I answered and let him
in.
The architect was in his late thirties and probably ~not~ gay
based on the wedding band. We looked over the preliminary design
plans and I set out some definite expectations I had which the
architect was receptive to.
Not that the architect had a choice.
"I really need to go," the architect started to say as he stood
up.
"Sit down," I said firmly and reinforced it telepathically.
The architect did.
"What's your name?"
"Roger."
"Roger, I'm Victor, and we are going to have a little bit of fun
here, ok?"
"Sounds good Victor," Roger responded.
I leaned back in my chair and put my feet up.
Roger seemed unclear on what to do and I said politely, "perhaps
you should undress?"
"Of course Victor," he responded as he got completely naked.
"Roger when we finish here today you will only remember that you
came here to show me the blueprints, we talked and that you want
to visit me again during the construction process."
Roger nodded. His naked body was nice. He clearly worked out
regularly to stay in shape. Roger kneeled at my feet and removed
my shoes and socks and began massaging my feet.
It was satisfying to the highly paid architect kneeling, naked at
my feet.
"How much do you make in a year Roger?"
"$150,000."
"You married?"
"Yeah, for 10 years and I have three kids."
I let my feet fall to the floor and opened my legs into a V. Roger
turned and faced me with a smile. He was enjoying himself. I had
told him he would. As I slowly unbuckled my belt his cock got
hard.
"Ever sucked dick Roger?"
He hesitated and I reinforced the question telepathically.
"Yeah, a few times in the marines."
"Then this will be just like the marines," I finished as I let my
cock fall out for his attention.
He moved up towards my groin, positioned his face in front of my
hard cock and began to suck. He was pretty good at it. Roger was
quite good. He brought me to orgasm in just ten minutes. I
instructed him to swallow which he did. Then I instructed him to
dress and wait for me.
I ran upstairs and got changed for work. When I came downstairs
Roger was dressed and standing relatively at ease.
"Roger," I said, "what do you recall about being here today?"
"Came over to show you blueprints, had fun, will visit again."
"Great," I said, "oh one more thing Roger, when you go home
tonight you will make passionate love to your wife."
With that Roger walked out and headed back to his routine and I
returned to mine.
Prowling --------
After work I went straight onto the prowl and took the subway to
one of the earlier banks that had been robbed. I used a pass
Forbes had given me along with my telepathic skills to weasel my
way to the blown away vault.
I decided to try a technique of feeling the inanimate vault for
telepathic resonances. I had never really tried the technique
because it seemed like a lot of cheap psychic voodoo. But the
smoothly blown away vault edge gave up an image. I could clearly
see a black-clad figure reaching out his hand and simply
manipulating the metal into oblivion.
My reverie was disrupted quickly though by a thoughtless bank
employee, "This is a crime scene."
"I'm with the district attorney's office," I said lifting up my
pass.
"Oh, sorry," he said but I found my mind connected with his mind
and trapped him. For a moment I could sense something that seemed
relevant to the case and then the bond snapped and he was in my
face and angry. It was as if he had sensed me digging in his mind.
"GET OUT," the employee screamed at me.
I decided to leave rather than cause a scene but the incident had
aroused my curiosity.
I went back to the superheroes hangout hidden in an underground
area near canal street and quickly started searching for the bank
employee I had encountered in various databases. Our connection to
the FBI databases was slow since September 11, but we still had
one. The match I was looking for was not there, but rather in the
Department of Defense personnel system.
The bank employee was a reject from special forces with an
attitude problem. "No shit," I muttered aloud to the empty room.
The missing link was an accident in Dessert Storm where he had
been trapped near a burning refinery for hours. The trigger.
I flagged the data for Cathus and decided to try and find
Forbes/Electro for help in tackling our robber.
Take Down ---------
Security at the Manhattan District Attorney's Office was tighter
than usual. Even though the guards knew me I got the hand wand.
Forbes was in conference with the District Attorney but I was
invited to sit in his office.
One of the more junior Assistant District Attorney's he worked
with came into the office and introduced herself. "I'm Sarah," she
said sticking out her hand which I reciprocated.
"Victor," I said.
"Forbes just adores you," she said as her eyes moved towards the
picture of the two of us from Paris on Forbes' desk.
"I like the guy ok," I said nonchalantly.
She laughed, "he is in with the detectives and the DA trying to
sort out these bank robberies. Quite different from homicide
prosecutions."
"Is he being set up for a fall?"
Sarah gasped but reaching out I knew I had nailed the internal
rumor. Unable to answer me to my face she left the office
flustered.
I debated storming into the conference room with the DA to Forbes'
rescue but instead shut the door and reached out my mind. If I
could talk to him from close then a couple hundred feet might not
be a problem.
"Forbes, it's Victor, I've got a good lead that will make you look
good," I thought.
"Go," he shot back, I could feel his warm electrical energy.
"There's a bank employee who is ex-special forces and has a record
that might suggest he could be behind it. Get your guys to start
running checks of insiders starting with the first bank."
"LOVE YOU," was what I got back along with an image of him
kneeling, sucking my dick.
It was another half hour before Forbes came in, "you are a life
saver." I stood up and kissed him.
"I thought they liked you," I said aloud in the elevator on our
way down to the street. He looked down at the floor. "What about
the police, I mean why blame an Assistant District Attorney?"
"I've made some enemies on my way to being head of homicides," he
said.
We headed to the superheroes headquarters and there were about six
of us total assembled there: Telag (me; telepathic special
powers), Electro (Forbes; electrical special powers), Cathus (able
to assume the form of most felines), Patronus (able to fly), Mbizi
(water special powers, male), Keezheekoni (fire powers, female).
Of the assembled group, only Patronus could fly, the six of us
piled into a modified Lincoln Navigator that Cathus had equipped
with some high end equipment. Mbizi was driving and we reached the
bank employee's house in Connecticut in about thirty minutes.
Cathus said, "Telag see if anyone is home?"
I reached out, nothing, "nope."
"If more than two of us go we will attract attention, Telag you go
with Patronus since she can always fly you out."
Patronus and I jumped out of the SUV and headed towards the front
door. Nobody was paying any attention to us. There were no alarm
stickers visible and we walked around to the back door and
Patronus picked the lock cleanly and we entered.
The basement was a goldmine: piles of cash were strewn everywhere.
We focused on looking for documentation of the crime sites and hit
pay dirt with a map of Manhattan filled with push pins.
One was on a bank which had yet to have a report of a robbery.
We flew out of the house and back to the SUV. Based on the timing
of the other robberies we had about thirty minutes at most to
intercept him.
In the car, Patronus and Mbizi decided to fly and survey the
target bank. Forbes and I camped at the suspect's house and Forbes
placed some calls to the police and a judge for search warrants.
That left Cathus and Keezheekoni thundering back to the city in
the Navigator. It took about forty minutes for the local
Connecticut police and the NYPD detectives Forbes was working with
to show up. An administrative snafu meant there was no search
warrant yet.
Events turned in our favor as the suspect pulled his car around
the corner and into the cul de sac. Since the police were standing
around he did not immediately suspect that we were there for him
and he pulled up and parked in his driveway.
"What's going on," he shouted out to one of the officers.
The officer shouts back, "The New York DA has some questions for
you."
The suspect darted for the house but one of the police officers
intercepted him. "Sorry, cannot allow you into the house, evidence
tampering and all."
"Why are you picking on me?"
Forbes spoke up, "Mr. Sand, nobody is picking on you, but signs
point to you being the bank robber."
Sand lunged for Forbes and one of the Connecticut police officers
tackled Sand. Cuffs came out and Mr. Sand was placed in the back
of the police car. This was a bad decision and I tried to warn
Forbes. But barely two seconds had passed before the entire back
half of the police car looked suspiciously like the destroyed bank
vaults.
The police sprang into action but Sand was--like most of the other
superheroes--quite strong and the police were confused by his
escape. Finally one of the officers tried his gun--no effect.
"Shock him," I thought to Forbes who I screened from the officers
and created a telepathic cover as he blasted Sand with a massive
dose of electricity. Sand was only stunned though and quickly got
up as Forbes needed to recharge. The police however were more
successful in shooting a stunned Sand dead.
That chapter was closed and we drove back to New York with the
detectives.
Philadelphia ------------
The next weekend I talked Forbes into going to Philadelphia to
visit Thomas and John, our two love slaves. They were glad to see
us and were doing a good job of keeping their heads and entire
bodies shaved.
I had picked up some sex toys as well as some tight fitting
spandex singlets for them to wear. I put Thomas in a black Adidas
singlet with blue stripes and John in one with red stripes. Before
putting the singlets on, I inserted a large metal butt plug (about
7 1/2 inches long and 2 1/2 inches in diameter) into each of their
butts.
The sight was breathtaking, two young white boys; shaved totally;
clad only in spandex; and with their cocks erect from the plugs in
their asses.
Forbes and I were dressed fairly casually, it was a brisk evening
so I let both boys put on raincoats and then all four of us headed
out for the Bike Stop. From where they lived at about 16th and
Pine it was about eight plus blocks to the bar.
It was fun having the two shaved boys walking ahead of us. When we
reached the Bike Stop, we had the boys check their coats and then
led the boys down to the "Pit Stop" in the basement.
Philadelphia being a bit more conservative than New York, or San
Francisco, things would stay tame. But the boys had rock hard
cocks whose outlines were visible in their tight spandex singlets.
I posed Thomas and John to stand facing sideways, butt against
butt and instructed them to stay still. Forbes and I were a few
feet away but the shaved boys quickly attracted a lot of
attention.
Forbes broke the silence, "Victor, can you grab me a vodka
straight up."
I nodded and kissed my lover and then approached the bar. At the
bar the bar tender served me the vodka and I headed back over to
Forbes. A middle-aged man was examining Thomas and John closely
without touching them. I could sense how uncomfortable they were
but I sent reassuring telepathic messages that everything was ok.
Forbes encouraged me to take a sip of the vodka before I handed it
off to him.
The middle aged guy introduced himself to Forbes and I, "hey I'm
Jason."
"Victor," I said sticking out my hand. He had a firm grip as he
shook and then Forbes followed, "Forbes."
"Nice boys," Jason commented eyeing Thomas and John with an
intense amount of lust. I sized Jason up telepathically: 34, born
in Philadelphia, raised in Philadelphia, worked as an architect,
into kinky sex.
Forbes pitched in, "we've been working on training them since we
met them a few months ago traveling in Europe."
Jason nodded approvingly and then moved his hand close to Thomas'
crotch, "may I?"
Forbes nodded.
Jason placed his hand on Thomas' crotch gently allowing the palm
of his hand to fall on top of the erect cock and then he made a
gentle rubbing motion as if he was rubbing the younger man's
belly. Thomas fidgeted slightly as he clearly responded to the
attentions. Jason laughed approvingly and then stopped.
"I've got a cool private place a block or two from here," he
offered.
Forbes nodded and the four us followed Jason out of the Bike Stop.
I grabbed the checked raincoats but Jason insisted that the boys
did not need them since it was, "Not that cold."
We followed Jason up Walnut Street about ten or so blocks. Thomas
and John were getting quite embarrassed by having to walk on the
streets in the singlets. The fact that the butt plug was keeping
their dicks hard undoubtedly contributed to the embarrassment.
We entered a ground floor unit of a much taller high rise through
a private entrance. Jason turned on the lights and we could see a
stunningly appointed apartment. He had Thomas and John stand on
his coffee table and then invited Forbes and I to sit down on the
couch.
"Coffee," Jason asked casually?
"Espresso for me," Forbes said, "Victor probably wants an herbal
tea."
I nodded and kissed Forbes.
Jason disappeared into the back and I could hear noises in the
kitchen but also I knew using my telepathy that he was changing
into more of a leather top outfit.
When he reappeared about fifteen minutes later Jason was wearing
body hugging leather from head to toe and carrying an espresso cup
in one hand and a tea cup in the other. Forbes took the tea first
and handed it to me, and then he took the espresso for himself.
Jason took John down from the coffee table and stripped him of the
singlet. Jason examined John closely using both his hands and eyes
to do an inspection of the younger man. Upon discovering the butt
plug, Jason looked at Forbes and I and smiled broadly. Then he
took it out.
John was then placed back onto the coffee table and Jason then
repeated the inspection process with Thomas. At the end both of
our slave boys were naked on the coffee table.
"Quite nice," Jason commented, "and extremely well trained since
they have not objected to my handling at all."
Forbes said, "Victor can be quite persuasive for a nineteen year
old."
"Apparently, I've been in this city all my life and traveled quite
widely and cannot recall encountering such well behaved slaves."
"What did you have in mind?"
"I would love to just leave them standing there for a day." We all
laughed and Jason sat down on the couch and wedged himself between
Forbes and me. Jason then turned and kissed me deeply. I
reciprocated eagerly and then Jason and Forbes kissed deeply as
well.
"I was interested in enjoying them for a few days in private,"
Jason explained as he took a check out of his outfit and handed it
to Forbes.
"Deal. You should explain your needs to Victor so he can talk to
the boys before we leave," Forbes said.
Jason turned to me and kissed me. I did not really need it
explained to me verbally, the boys would be tied up, whipped,
fucked, bound, gagged, pissed on, and more. "The most important
thing Victor," Jason explained as he twisted around so he was on
top of me on the couch and his lips were against mine, "is that
your boys enjoy everything about the next few days." As I opened
my mouth to speak Jason dived his tongue into my mouth and kissed
me for over a minute.
"I think you know exactly what I plan to do," he said as we kissed
more passionately than before. I did. The minute we left Thomas
and John would be brought to his bathroom for a series of enemas.
Then they would be placed into sleep sacks for some isolation
treatment over night. In the morning, disoriented, they would be
fucked then spanked over and over again until Jason was spent.
From Jason's mind I could tell that he was taking some chemical
cocktails that would keep him from cumming easily. The result:
hours of fucking and spanking.
By evening they would be given another set of enemas and then
placed back into the sleep sacks. That was his ultimate fantasy:
multiple guys subject to his need to bind them up for long periods
and then fuck and spank them.
The second day would feature more intense corporal punishment. I
had no doubt that the boys would return with some visible whip
marks.
Our kiss ended and I realized that part of Jason's payment was
that he was going to let Forbes fuck him. Jason left the room and
I knew that Forbes was giving him a quite electrifying sexual
experience. I telepathically cued Thomas and John to look forward
to their two days with Jason.
When Forbes reappeared we headed off taking the boys' raincoats.
Back at their apartment he showed me that Jason had written each
of us a check for $9,000.
Forbes and I fucked like bunnies with each other for the next two
days at the boys' Pine Street apartment. Jason returned Thomas and
John during the day and they had to walk home in their singlets,
cocks erect.
Within a minute of getting them in the door Jason had them
stripped naked and standing on their own coffee table. Whip marks
were visible on both of their backs and yet both seemed quite
content.
Jason came directly to me and kissed me passionately, "You are the
luckiest man alive Victor. Your husband is amazing and you have
two wonderful slaves at your disposal."
I kissed Jason back and suggested perhaps in a few months he might
want to borrow Thomas and John again. After Jason left, Thomas and
John shared that they had really enjoyed being with Jason and that
they were really enjoying all of the public humiliation of walking
around in the singlets.
Forbes and I had talked about bringing Thomas and John back to New
York with us, but against it. So we left Philly the next morning
leaving behind Thomas and John to keep exploring visits to the
Bike Stop in their "outfits."
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