Chapter 5 Reed #2
“Yes, Doctor,” I say, nodding. “My powers and body are yours. Take me however you want me.”
It’s all a bit silly and hammy, but it’s clear neither of us cares. We’re accessing a purer part of ourselves that still wants to live inside a world of make-believe. The deeper we go, the easier it will be to ignore any awkwardness floating between us.
Hank makes quick work of putting me in a rope chest harness that further plumps and accentuates my growing pecs.
My nipples stretch to attention, so hard and sensitive they feel like they may slice right through my thin suit.
Hank gives them each a sharp tug and a quick twist. A yelp flies out of me.
“On your belly now, Nova,” he says.
I slide onto the bed. Like a good exhibitionist, I arch my back and present my pert ass earned through more squats than I care to admit to.
My suit has been worn and washed numerous times, and when I put it on before coming here, I noticed tiny tears in the seams. Instead of trying to patch them up, I made the biggest tear look purposeful, a small window revealing my eager hole.
Hank’s grunt of approval tells me he likes what he sees.
Hank’s bare hand wallops my ass. I arch from the ache it causes before he pushes my sacrum into the mattress and tells me to hold still. He reiterates that there is no use fighting the darkness inside him, that, in time, he’ll coax darkness out of me too.
My wrists get connected to each other and so do my ankles. Each time I squirm from his touch, he rakes his calloused fingers over my bare soles. My toes wiggle and bright, bubbly laughs escape me.
“Cute sound, Nova. Enjoy it. I’ll be stuffing your mouth soon enough,” he says. Once he affixes the ankle loop to my chest harness, his work is complete. I’m stuck on my stomach like a beached whale with no means of escape.
Hank’s zipper rasps down, exposing his cock sans underwear. He leaks precum on the inside of his jeans. A bit of it stretches in a thin spire from the slit in his domed pink cockhead.
“Taste me, Nova,” he says, bringing his impressive length closer to my mouth. I lap up his precum like it’s an elixir meant to sink me further into surrender.
Hank feeds me his thick, veiny cock. Spit pools in my mouth, and when he hits the back of my throat, my eyes water. This seems to only make him more excited, dick growing unimaginably wider. His flesh spills out the sides of my mouth.
I rock on my flexed abs. Hank uses the sides of my head as leverage to plunge in farther. His low-hanging, hair-dusted balls hit my chin, and my nose nuzzles into his trimmed bush. “Inhale me, Nova. Learn my scent,” he growls.
His pheromones are stronger than any hit of poppers I’ve ever taken. Any drug, period. I bob on his cock with a vigor that soaks his shaft until it’s dripping.
A dresser drawer opens to my right. From inside, Hank retrieves a butt plug with a blue jewel affixed at the flared base.
The next thing I know, a hot, wet sensation sweeps over my backside. Hank pushes his head through the gap between my calves, uses his hands to spread my cheeks wider, and skates his tongue around the rim of my hole. Every nerve ending in my body blinks on before a lubed finger invades my entrance.
“Relax, Nova. Open yourself up to me,” he says. “I’m already inside your mind, let me inside your hole too. No resisting now. You’re mine. All mine.”
As if a switch flips somewhere in my circuit boards, I unclench, and his finger sinks deep into me. He digs around in my trench, exploring until he finds my prostate. I whimper like a wounded wolf from the decadent pleasure he supplies me, even as my muscles strain from my locked position.
“You like that, don’t you, Nova Ranger? Have I found the button that makes you lose all resistance?
” Hank asks. My hole dilates and welcomes a third finger inside.
He fucks me with them. “Stargazine is far from your greatest weakness, huh, Nova? This button is your power drainer. This button will make you lose all sense of time and space.”
Slowly, Hank pops the butt plug into place.
My body gives way to the girthy toy. But the stretch itself isn’t the biggest pleasure.
Seconds later, the toy vibrates on high.
Then the speed changes. Then the pattern of the vibrations does.
I know he’s controlling it with an app on his phone, but it’s fun to imagine he’s doing all of this through telekinesis like in the comics.
My muscles convulse with the whiplash of sensations scoring through me.
My mouth drops into a perfect oval of indulgence. Without warning, Hank plugs me up at this end. His cock returns to its nest inside my mouth as he changes the pace of my pleasure again. I suck him with force, feeling his balls riding up against my chin.
“You’re going to get it now. Feed from my tap,” he says. “You’ll never be free of me again once you do.”
Several ropes of cum expel down the back of my throat. I swallow all of them. The taste of him is out of this world. I could get drunk off his seed.
After Hank pulls out, he wipes my mouth with the back of his hand, pats my cheek, and kisses my already overworked lips. He holds there, like this time he’s relishing the taste of his own sex.
He says, “That was just round one, Nova. Are you going to be a good superhero and take more from me?”
Instead of giving in to the throb in my own pelvis, I school my expression and nod, a total blank slate. If Hank isn’t done, that means the fun isn’t over, and if I can prolong my return to my empty life for a little while longer, then I’ll take it.
“That’s my good ranger. We’ll turn you into a proper sidekick soon enough,” he says with a wicked smile that almost matches that of Dr. Nebula from the movies.
A wicked smile that reminds me Hank did time in prison not so long ago for a crime I still know nothing about.
I tried to search for him online after our first meeting, but I found nothing.
No record. Not even a social media account.
It occurs to me that I did not do my homework before agreeing to this. There’s a chance, albeit a small one, that getting me here and into this position was a seduction tactic to ultimately take my life.
But Hank’s cock bounces back up to attention in front of me, presumably from the fear filling up my eyes, and in this moment, I couldn’t give a single damn. If I go out like this, at least I’ll go out sated.