Author: Pirtulel

Slowly, you unzip your jeans and release what created such a large bulge behind the blue fabric, letting it bounce out and gently tap me in the face. It bobs in front of me, and you grin, knowing I couldn’t possibly get away from this.

Slowly, with my arms wide apart, I lean forward and take the tip into my mouth.

Your cock is ridiculously thick, but I know I have no choice. I swirl my tongue around the foreskin, feel the veins pulsate in my mouth, and engulf more of it. It’s burning hot in my mouth, as if the lust of a thousand men powered the blood that ran through it, causing it to leak precum like crazy onto my trembling tongue.

I stare up at you with a submissive, doe-eyed look as I create a suction and suck out your liquid lust. I see that while you’re happy, you’re not satisfied. Sighing mentally, I decide to bob my head deeper on your dick, making myself gag in the process. My eyes tear up as I suck harder, and the smell of your musk permeates the air as your moans echo throughout the forest. Read more »

There’s a particularly deep pit of quicksand in the woods. Maybe about six feet deep. I happen to be trekking around it, and unknowingly, I fall inside.

Tragic.

So naturally, I’m screaming for help. Slowly, I’m sinking deeper and deeper, but there’s no one around- until you arrive. You see me struggling, now up to my waist in quicksand, and you smirk.

You come over to the edge of the pit, and grab my hand so I’m saved- or at least, I think I’m saved. You pull me closer to the edge, but I notice I’m not actually being lifted out of the quicksand. I gasp in surprise, and smile brightly at you for finding me.

But you still don’t pull me out. Instead, you sit on the safe, solid grass portion just outside the pit, and plant your feet in the quicksand- it can’t pull you in, since your main center balance is safely out of its grasp. You pull me even closer, and to my utter shock, you push me deeper into the quicksand.

By now, only my chest and the rest upwards are above the pit. And I’m struggling there, extremely confused as to why you pushed me in even more instead of saving me. Read more »

The villain watched in horror as the hero resumed his actions, watching him engulf the tip again- though, this time it seemed like the boy was hungrier than before. The teen swirled his tongue around the head, curious about the salty taste, and dabbed his tongue on the hole where the taste seemed to emanate from.

The villain jolted from the sensitivity.

The hero, gleeful he had found the source of the taste, began to lap it up like an eager young kitten. He breathed in tiny gasps as more liquid began to flow, and after a while, decided that a better way to obtain the liquid would be to suck it out. He began to do so eagerly, bobbing his head so the hot, red tip pressed back and forth against his tongue.

But it would be injustice to let the rest of the cock go to waste- and what kind of a superhero tolerates injustice?

In a burst of energy, the teen attempted to cram the thick meat before him deep into his throat.

Bad idea. Read more »

The hero crept closer, making the villain stare in shock.

“What the hell are you doing?” the older man hissed at the redhead. “You’ve got things to do!”

“Yeah, but I kinda wanna pull out what you’ve got there,” the hero explained, kneeling down to caress the lump. “I could use some extra fighting gear- and this one’s for free.”

The hero smiled- but that expression was quickly wiped off his face when he poked at it, and realized it wasn’t metal at all. It was *soft*. Granted, it was a little hard, but the outside texture certainly wasn’t. The villain tried to kick the hero away, but all he ended up doing was pushing the bulge closer to the hero with the untimely thrusts of his pelvis.

“Get away from me!” the villain yelled. “Don’t do anything stupid. I told you to *leave*!”

“Since when do I do anything you tell me to?” the hero mumbled under his breath, reaching into a hole in the center of his enemy’s crotch to pull the strange object out. “Wow. It’s pretty thick. How’d you even stuff that in there?”

“*STOP IT!*” Read more »

“FUCK,” the villain screamed rather immaturely. Metal bars from the curling has crashed down onto his lithe figure, trapping him in place. Before he could move, even more beams continued to rain upon him, trapping his limbs and head into place. He stood there awkwardly, attempting to wrestle his way out of the metal.

By then, the complex had finished throwing its destructive tantrum.

Everything fell silent, except for the villain’s grunts of effort. The walls stopped collapsing- they were far too damaged to take anymore. The ceiling-or what was left of it- ceased spitting down torrents of metal debris. The hero held a hand over his mouth, realizing that the entire underground building was destroyed-

Including the NS.

“Wow, you almost made it,” the hero laughed, amused by how he villain had just *barely* managed to fail. The older man was still trapped, and threw the boy a hateful stare. A smile spread through the hero’s sea of freckles as he realized the man was now entirely at his mercy. Read more »

“Poor baby,” the villain sneered, digging his boots into his victim’s spine. “This isn’t really your fault, since you’re a bit brainwashed. However, the fact that you haven’t snapped out of it says something about you.”

The hero weakly glanced up at his enemy, still rubbing his jaw. The pain had left, due to the younger man’s superhuman healing abilities, but it was the memory of it that hurt him.

“Snap out of what?” the hero mouthed off. “You’re using that to destroy brains! You’re a walking rabies virus! It’s-“

“It’s for people who opposes the right way-*my* way. Society is twisted, the justice system is backwards, and someone needs to fix it.”

The hero scowled. “Who says it has to be you?”

And all the while, as the villain stood dominantly over him with a triumphant stance, the hero began to feel something he couldn’t quite describe.

“It may not have to have been me,” the villain agreed, “But it has to be *somebody*. Be the change you want to see.”

“You sound like a cheap, stupid motivational card.”

“You really *are* childish, aren’t you?” Read more »