This is my first ever attempt at creating a story of any sort. I'm not an educated writer by any means but I'm a fan of the craft and I hope to improve as I go.
The following story will have elements of nude women in the first chapter but will be mainly a gay erotic story about a world of Superheroes, Villains and many lingering mysteries about the origin of powers. I have a long plot in mind so hopefully I will be able to upload it bit by bit as I flesh out this world.
Also. The following story is a work of fiction and does not represent any living or dead people. Any connections found are coincidental in nature. Any references made in the upcoming story is erotic by nature and if this is illegal in your state or country. Please stop reading.
If you have any feedback or would like to help me proofread a new chapter. Email me at Aaron.Silehart@Gmail.com.
I wouldn't mind including some suggestions if they fit into the story I have in mind. Also, all contributions towards Nifty would be much appreciated. We're fortunate to have a space such as this available where we can practise the art of free speech.
Without further ado...
The Origin of Powers
Chapter 01
"I can't help it! I'm envious as fuck!" Sara yells as she points to a young boy showing off his newfound abilities to his classmates by flying effortlessly above the playground.
"And I can't help but worry he's gonna fall and break his neck." I respond earning an "aww you'll be the greatest dad one day" from Sara as we walk past the school on our routine walk home from work.
"Isn't he too young to be able to control it so well? You reckon he's a pusher or a power?" – I ask inquisitively, trying to start a conversation we've had many times before.
There was an incident in 1998 where a young boy in Sweden was caught starting fires whenever he cried. This became news sensation across the world but before long, similar incidents were popping up all around the world. Since then the world has drastically changed, some say for the better, others see it as the start of the end of the world. The world quickly learned that almost everyone developed a minor ability to affect part of the world. This had been going on for just about 20 years now and people were still arguing about the specifics along with a plethora of theories as to why it started. But no one has any real idea why.
"He's a pusher" she declares as she scans the boy with her abilities. I can always tell by the way her eyes light up bright-blue and her stare becomes slightly vacant "If you look closely babe, you can see the sand around him is lifting into the air as well. He's clearly a forcer".
I know she can't help herself, if she truly believes someone may have a power, she would report it online immediately in one of her blogs or forums. Powered people are believed to have been given a gift and they are often seen as celebrities in the world and many of them become superheroes. It's estimated less than 1% ofthe world has unique powers and some are even rumoured to have multiple.
Sarah is a Static pusher and can manipulate electric currents in the air. She uses this to scan people's bodies and she is one of the very few people in the world that can tell the difference between normal humans and pushers or powers. She has a cool range of abilities, but she usually only uses one or two of them. Mostly for white hat hacking and searching the internet for fun facts.
"I would have thought Power, the way he's flying doesn't really look like a normal forcer" I say trying to sound smart as I squeeze her hand slightly to bring her attention back to the flight pattern of the boy.
Forcers are people who can manipulate gravity. They are often seen flying as they can reverse the gravity around them. Although it often looks as if they're swimming in the air as it's not the easiest ability to master.
Me and Sara continue discussing our hope to one day walk past that primary school and find someone springing into their newfound power. Powers can be awe-inspiring as well as terrifying, and I've heard stories about heroes from all over the world. There are many rumors going around about Superheroes and not a lot is actual fact but mere speculation. The government funds any superhero wanting to use their powers for good and they seem to keep all secrets tight within those factions.
Me and Sara arrive back at our studio apartment in the Eastern Suburbs of Sydney.
"I'm gonna grab a quick shower, I stink from soccer practise" I say while sniffing my armpits and make a face towards my partner.
"I'll join you in a minute, just have to check an email from work" she responds.
I step into my narrow bathroom and take off my soccer jersey, socks and my shorts. I rarely wear underwear as I've recently come to enjoy catching girls sneaking a glance at the outline of my bulge as I run around on the field. I look in the mirror and assess the level of grime I picked up from the last game. I run my hand through my dark light hair that stands up with thick volume. My green eyes dash across my light brown skin that my African-European decent left me. I stroke my chest and stretch my arms feeling the soreness across my firm pecks and arms. My hands glide down towards my stomach where I wish I had more of a six pack, but it is smooth and hairless instead, except for the trail leading down to my pubes.
I've often hoped that I'd grow more hair on my chest as I got older but I'm now 19 and still only have a small awkward patch of hair in between my pecks. Serves no purpose I scoff to myself as I step into the shower. I start washing myself while thinking about having to go out to meet my mate at the botanical gardens to help him film something for his uni. Probably another video about how he can make plants do what wanted. He's known to be one of the strongest Earther's in Sydney from what I've heard.
Earthers can manipulate dirt but more impressively they can make plants grow and change. Some very powerful Earthers can even bend plants beyond their normal capacity.
A few short moments later Sara steps into the bathroom and walks up and pulls the shower curtain away so I can get a view of her body. Sara is 5'4 and with a toned body, c cup breasts and black hair that she curls. She almost never wears make-up. This only adds to her natural libararian style beauty.
She plays with her body for several minutes meanwhile watching me play with my cock until it's hard in my hands. I start stroking my uncut cock back and forth feeling the sensation of my skin pulling over my cock-head over and over.
That's when her phone rings and she dashes out of the bathroom.
I yelp at the emptiness I feel, and I'm left without a satisfying end, but I know she'll come back to finish the job she started, she's not that cruel. I sigh at the dedication my partner has to her work at the research facility. It's been getting more and more intense for her at work lately, but she's been close lipped about it. I guess she believes I may not understand the techno jargon of it all, so I've decided not to push it.
"who the hell is disturbing us in this holy moment?" I yell out with a smirk across my lips.
A few seconds pass and then I hear her scream briefly. "What is it? Are you okay or do you need rescuing from another huntsmen?" I scream out in response.
She is terrified of spiders and Australia is known to have some big ones around. I turn off the tap as I finish up and try to dry myself quicker than normal in case it's something serious going on with Sara. Just as I'm stepping out of the shower, I hear muffled sounds and a loud bang on the bathroom door.
My heart starts pounding in an instant and I fear the worst. I quickly run out just to catch Sara's legs being dragged out of the apartment. Fear hits me like a jolt and all instincts kick in and I know I have to run out the door as fast as I can. I take one stride towards the door as I feel something shift behind me and everything goes black.
I wake up and find myself in bed, it's not my own bed and I notice a groggy feeling slowly drifting away. I force myself up on my hands as I scan the room, I'm in. It's small and square with the bed being the only item in the room. At the opposite wall facing the bed I see a big metal door with a latch at the top reminding me of a prison door. I can't be in prison, can I? I scoot my legs out from under the blanket I had been wrapped in and find that I'm stark naked. I've always been a bit insecure about my body as I used to be chubby in my early teen years which caused me to become focused on my swimming and strength training to get on top of it. However, I still feel highly uncomfortable naked around people. I blush and quickly think about the fact that whoever put me in this cell has seen me naked, not cool! I look to make sure there wasn't a camera in the wall, but I still cup my genitals as I run up to the door in my naked state. I get up and pound on the door "Hey! What the fuck is going on here?!" "Quiet down over there! There's no need to scream" I hear a voice say. It's coming from the wall by the bed and I quickly jump back. Pressing my ear against the wall I try to make out the voice as clearly as possible. "What's going on here mate? I was fucking attacked in my own home, so don't tell me to shut up. Where the hell am I, what's going on?" "whoa, aren't you foul mouthed" the male voice returns with what I now recognize as a British accent. "I don't need to be turned on right now so I'll ask that you keep your dirty talk for when we're in a more intimate setting" he retorts with what I can hear is a clear flirtation. "How the fuck can you be so relaxed? Of course I'm freaking out" I admit as I feel myself starting to unravel at all the possible scenarios that could be before me. Torture, being locked up even though your innocent. "Sara, oh fuck! My girlfriend was taken, she's a static forcer, maybe they want her for something, I don't know, I don't know. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." "Calm yourself boy. I'll get you out. I work for the `Powers that Serve', you may have heard of me." He declares in a calm polite manner in a clear attempt to try and calm my nerves. After a brief pause, he continues. "My name is Crimson, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, now who might you be, Mr. Straightboy looking for his missing girlfriend?" My eyes go wide as he says that name in such a calm manner as if it were an everyday occurrence to meet one of the strongest men in the entire country. Crimson is one of the best-known faces in all of Australia as he's part of the `Powers that Serve' or `PS' as they often go by. A group of superheroes with unique powers that maintain order whenever someone tries to use their powers to commit crime. Crimson is rarely shown on television during his battles as his powers to manipulate blood makes it so he's most powerful when he's naked. There's been much debate on whether he must be naked when he fights or if he's just an exhibitionist, he has also mentioned that his powers are the reason for his constant erection as well. Sara often giggles and uses her static abilities to show a holograph of Crimson in full nudity, often with a hard-on showing off his long rod which I know is 7 inches as Sara can't help but gather more data than she needs, when she searches online using her abilities. I even remember arguing with Sara over her fondness for displaying overtly sexual pictures at home at inopportune times. She even showed me a picture of the `Slippery Hunk' while I was eating one day, completely putting me off the meal. The Slippery Hunk is a villain who can project a liquid from his body that can make any surface it touched slippery, hard or sticky at his will. He does this by spitting or more forcefully by puking but Sara loves reading online forums and multiple people have mentioned he's able to secrete this liquid through any orifice. I eventually lost the argument with Sara as one of the many reasons I love her, is for how devious and sexually curious she's always been. After several moments I finally calm myself enough to reply. "I'm Lucas... And yea, I know who you are." "Wonderful!" he remarks. "I'll get us out of here, I just need to wait another hour until it gets a bit darker outside, hold tight until then" I have no clue how he could tell the time outside with no clock or windows, but I do as he says. I try to press him for more information, but he declares that there are guard rotations outside the doors that can overhear everything, and it wasn't safe to discuss further. I assume he knows this the same way he can tell time without having a window in the cell and he must have told me his plan to rescue me when no one was around. I lay back in my bed trying to think of who could possibly want my partner. I get furious at the thought that I'm completely `regular', as people have come to know unpowered individuals. Nearly 50% of the world was known to have a minor or major ability but some humans went a lifetime without displaying anything at all and were deemed regular which has become an overtly rude thing to call someone. After what seems like a lifetime, I finally hear something coming from the wall between myself and Crimson. I hear cracking sounds that increase in volume until I jump out of bed putting my back against the far wall. Just as I do, the wall crumbles in a door like shape from the ceiling to the top of the bed, making the bed fall to the ground. I stare at the man in front of me as he strikes a classic hero pose with his hands on his hips as he pushes out his chest. "Dumm da dumm!" he declares in a childish manner as I eye him and notice that he has in fact a complete raging hard-on between his legs. He is in his early 20's and his black hair is in a slicked back fashion and his eyes are dark brown that stand out from his white skin. He looks to be 5'7 and with a pretty toned body. I can see nearly every vein on his body making his cock look that much harder as there are multiple veins stretching across his uncut cock. I notice he's dripping some pre-cum a bit. He is incredibly muscular looking as if he spent most of his days in a gym. Must be all the workouts that heroes do I think to myself feeling a tinge of jealousy that I wasn't quite as built has he was. "A mere thank you should suffice. But if you felt the need to appreciate my efforts in a different, way, I wouldn't mind." He says as looks me up and down while lingering on my flaccid member dangling between my legs while licking his lips. It's strange behaviour from anyone but it's only amplified by his polite British accent. What a fucking weirdo. I immediately bring my hands to cover myself again as I get angry at his absurd behaviour. "What the fuck kind of hero are you anyways? You can't just say shit like that... Sorry but I'm not interested." I blurt as I try to look as casual as possible while I pick up the blanket from the ground and give it a good shake before wrapping myself up to cover up as best as possible. I step into his cell which is a mirror image of mine. "Where to now?" "Two moments my dear" he says as he walks up to the wall facing away from the door and he runs his finger on it and I notice it leaves behind a bit of a red mark. Blood. "I thought you could only control others blood, and even then, only through touch." I say to him as he focuses on the wall. "That's a belief I prefer people keep thinking. My powers have often had me mistaken for a villain because of I happen to be able to control blood. I don't need to add more fear, now do I?" He says looking back at me making a sad face as he scans the blanket wrapping me up. I simply scoff and look away. I need to get out of here, so I can look for Sara. As he finishes running his fingers across the wall, I see the blood seep into the stone as it starts to vibrate and before I know it the whole wall crumbles in a pile, leading us into what looks like a hallway going in two directions. I look around but see no signs of more cells. The hallways are in a similar appearance as the cells. With grey blocks making up all walls and the floor is flat cement. There is fluorescent lighting across the corners in the ceiling reminding me of a bunker of some sort. "I need to find my girlfriend. They took us together, so she must be here somewhere" I state as I try to make an informed decision of where to go. "No, she's not. For now, our only priority is getting out of here alive, the guys that took you mean serious business and I know for a fact that all forcers have already been taken out of here. They were keeping me locked up until their boss came, and trust me, that's someone you never want to meet. I have no clue why they were keeping you alive. Let's hurry, we need to go this way" he says pointing right down a hallway. "I can't leave without knowing for sure" I quickly dart down the opposite corridor and as I turn the first corner I run straight into a wall. Face first. I fall to the ground on my ass dropping my blanket in the process. I realize that the wall I had run into was the back of a man. A mountain of a man is more accurate of description. He turns around and before me stands what looks like an army general. He's easily 6'8 with muscles threatening to break his shirt and military pants as he glares down at me with his blue eyes and light brown skin and classic crop cut hairdo. "I thought I heard something... How the hell did you get out?" He says looking surprised and angry to see me. "You're going back to the boss. He'll be really pleased to see you. But until then you're going to please my crew. Now get the FUCK BACK TO YOUR CELL" He yells making me shake in fear as his voice booms in the small hallway. He opens his mouth wide and before I can move I'm are completely drenched in a sweet-smelling clear liquid. That's when I realise I ran into none other than the Slippery Hunk. I gasp for air as the feeling of being completely enveloped by this warm liquid throws me off. It reminds me of baby oil, but the smell is that of melted gummy bears. I try to get up to run away but my hand slips on the ground. I try to get up onto my knees, but they fail just as easily to grip onto any surface. I feel like Bambi, an utter child as he looks down and laughs at my ridiculous struggle to do the most basic human movements. "This should make draining my crew of their pent up cum with your tight ass much easier" He says with another hearty laugh. I look around in terror for anything that could save me in that moment. I glance back to the corner I came from hoping to see Crimson and a split second later, he's there. He seems to be holding something in his hand, he opens his palm and blood is splattered on the general who freezes immediately. "You glorious piece of man meat, a shame you had to go and be so evil. I would not have minded being your toy for a day" Crimson blurts out as he walks up to me while eyeing the paralyzed man up and down. "Come now boy, we need to leave, I can only hold him for so long." I reach out my hand to be helped up, but I notice Crimson staring at me and refusing to help. "help me up, I'll go with you, let's get out of here" I say as I notice his indecisiveness. "I can't touch you now, that liquid won't come off you for another hour, but it will rub off on me if I touch you. Why'd you have to go and be so reckless. Hold still, this is going to hurt a bit". He bites his finger and multiple drops of blood are dripping onto me and then he turns to walk away. "Hey!" I yell out as he's leaving until I feel a pull and suddenly, I'm moving, or sliding is the right word. "This doesn't hurt at all" I say expecting pain after his statement. "I didn't say it would hurt you, now did I" He says with a strained voice making me realise pulling me like this must be affecting him somehow. I feel a pang of guilt at the situation I put both of us in by trying to be a hero. He starts walking faster and turning the corner as I start to slide on the floor in complete humiliation. I try to stand up but fail time after time, eventually I settle for sitting on my ass as he is seemingly dragging me by the blood. I feel the pull from within my body and there is a warmth that comes with it. Eventually he turns another corner and comes to a door that he quickly opens. It looks like a janitor's closet with shelves filled with cleaning supplies and buckets on the floor. "What are you doing, I thought we needed to escape?" I say as he closes the door behind us. "To escape we need to wait, we're three levels underground, and I can't fight my way out of this entire place alone. I've sent a signal so all we have to do is wait a few hours. The team are on their way. Being a hero is not always about blood death and glory. Now, we need to go into this grate, and wait here until help arrives. When I found this place, I was still alone, and I haven't had time to find a good enough hiding space that can easily fit two people, so we'll have to make do, it's going to be rather, intimate. But it's for our own survival." I look at the grate at the bottom corner of the room, on top of it sits a bucket. Crimson removes the bucket and starts to lift the grate. As I look down in what must be an old sewer access, I realise that going in there with him, I would have no space to move. I've always been a bit terrified of cramped spaces and this won't be easy but knowing we're are sitting ducks otherwise brings a level of calmness to the decision. He slides me in slowly and as I fall in my feet slip and I bang my knees on the metal walls as I'm even unable to fully slip in this tight space, forcing me into a semi standing position with bent knees. The hole is just tall enough for me to stand in. Crimson starts heaving himself down after me and a few seconds later I look up and his cock is staring me in the face. I panic. "Oi! Go down the other way! I don't want your prick sticking into me for god knows how long. Does that thing ever turn off? Fuck that.". I declare in an upset tone. "Oh, you should only be so lucky, but as you please, I am the hero after all." He says with a roll of his eyes, but I can gleam a smile as he turns around and I get his butt starting to come down instead. He makes a show to ensure he stops a few moments when his ass is pressing up against my face, he wiggles suggestively rubbing his cheeks against my slime covered face. I simply face the other way. Refusing to be bothered by this ridiculous hero. Once he is in, I realise that the space we're in leaves no room between us at all. My flaccid cock is between his cheeks and my stomach is pushed against his back and my firm chest is pressed tightly against him with every breath. Once Crimson is in, he bites his already bloody finger bit more and by manipulating the blood he's able to cover up the manhole and even move the bucket back in place, leaving no trail of where we are. I try my best not to panic at the thought of the tight space we're in. I'm starting to feel claustrophobic when Crimson starts wagging his ass on my dick. The slick oil covering me makes every move enticing and I force myself not to get hard as I don't want to give him the satisfaction. "Stop that! I know I'm 19 but I'm not so young I'll just spring a boner from anything. You're tough out of luck buddy." I say with the knowledge that I'll be able to keep myself sane enough to remain flaccid in this small space with a gay guy. "Oh, is that so? What could I ever do to make the blood rush to your cock? Oh wait..." he says as the feeling of warmth I had before comes back and instead of enveloping my entire body now moves with precision down to my dick which immediately gets engorged with an intense heat. I feel it rise from the bottom of his ass to stand erect pointing right between his cheeks towards his lower back. Like a hot dog in a very slick and wet bun... He immediately starts wiggling what little room there was, and I notice the soreness in my balls, left from my unfinished business with Sara before. "Fucking stop it man!" I yell in an angry tone. He immediately stops and with a tone more serious than before he says. "Shut up, someone's coming. Not a sound or we're both dead". A second later I hear someone opening the door above. I realize I can't possibly say anything, or I'll be found out but Crimson sees this as an opportunity and continues moving his hips a little to the left and a little to the right. Just enough to play with my cock between his cheeks. Pinching and clenching his cheeks. I listen for someone but can't hear anything, but I know the door is still open, so the danger is still there. I feel furious as the man in front of me continues to try to arouse me in an effort to get me off. I reach into my mind to try to think of things that turn me off, like old people. I try to bring as many images in my head as possible to undo the effect that Crimson had on my dick but with no luck. Eventually my mind drifts back to the moment in the shower only a few hours ago. How it felt when I pushed my cock against her wet hole. I can almost feel it now. That's when I realise that Crimson has been sliding up on his toes ever so slightly and my cock is now perfectly pressed against his pucker. I try to tell him to stop by pushing him off, but the slick coating makes it impossible to get a proper grip on him. That also means my dick slides in with ease as he breathes out and lowers himself onto my engorged cock. A second later he starts pushing down and I feel my dick filling his tight slick hole more and more. I know I can't make a sound as there are enemies above us, so I'm left with no choice but to stand still as Crimson starts moving his muscly ass up and down my shaft. I can tell he's getting worked up from the way his breathing is laboured. Any effort I had previously made to try and think of disgusting things is now impossible. His ass is tighter than anything I've ever felt and as he takes inch by inch into him, I close my eyes as the warmth envelopes my cock and the sensation takes over. He pushes all the way down to my shaft and I know he was able to take all of me but not with ease as I can make out his face is crunched in what can only be a combination of pain and pleasure. I don't have the lengthiest of dicks out there, but I know for a fact that my girth is way above average which has often led to many satisfied sexual encounters. He rests for a moment with my entire length inside him before he starts pushing back and forth with vigor. I feel helpless as he forces my cock inside his tight slick ass. I can't move away, I can't push him away and I can't make a sound. I can't stop myself a few times from pushing back in ever so slightly along his rhythm as the sensation grips me, he clenches his already tight pucker as a reward every time making it harder for me not to repeat. I lose myself inside him and before long I feel wave after wave of pleasure as I shoot my hot seed inside his ass. I can feel my cum dripping down my cock and out of his asshole and onto my feet. I've always been a big shooter, but I swear this load was much bigger than normal. I must have been pent up from my previous encounter. As I think back to the shower and to Sara, I'm filled with an incredible pain of guilt at what had just happened. My cock is still semi erect and has remained inside Crimson as there is no room to get it out. I feel tears building as I think of how upset she will be and how I betrayed her trust. I resign myself to not think about it until she's back in my arms and this hellish nightmare is over. After what I estimate to be just over an hour, a very silent frustrating hour, I start hearing noises from above and before I know it Crimson is lifted out of the grate by none other than Australia's number 1 Hero. The Drop Bear. As Crimson is lifted out my cock finally slides out of his ass for the first time, and a huge volume of my cum is dripping from his ass from what ended up being multiple loads over the course of the hour we were stuck. Eventually I'm lifted out and what I hoped would be the end of it... Turned out to be only the start. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of Chapter 01.