Super Scandal

Up in the sky! It's a bird.... it's a plane... no it's the scandalous first illustration of the month! I'm so proud of how this one turned out and to pair beautifully with the art here's a tantalizing story from the naughty mind of Finn Dixon.

William offering to blow me didn’t seem as weird now. I couldn’t help but wonder what he’d think when he saw the news footage. This is not how I saw today going.

Earlier that day (before getting railed on live television)...

"Let's go! You can't be resting in here when you need more training."

I practically fell off my bed as my dad's booming voice echoed through my room.

"But I only just started to fl-" I tried to explain, but he was already gone.

I pushed off the bed, stripped my clothes off and turned to get my suit.

“I don’t have all day, son.”

Oh God! My dad had reappeared at my door and I was completely naked, semi-hard dick just hanging in the breeze.

I froze. He didn’t move.

“Get your suit on, Mark. Now!”

I did as he said, fumbling to get my dick into the material. I had no idea what we were doing or where we were going.

It was a struggle to keep my dick soft.

In the rush to leave the house, I forgot to put on underwear, and I had now realized I had never worn the suit without it.

At this point, that was a huge mistake. My dick was half-hard from the smooth friction of the fabric. It felt like someone was stroking me wearing a lubed-up glove.

God, this is embarrassing.

“Focus, Mark!”

“I’m trying!”

“Not hard enough!”

But jeez, it was hard enough. I needed to take care of it, but that was impossible at the moment.

After practicing speed drills in the desert, we flew to a more secluded spot in the fields and Dad had me practice my flying technique. I wasn’t the greatest at it, having just flown for the first time a few days ago, but after a couple hours, I had a better feel for it and I wasn’t flailing around in the sky anymore.

The only time I messed up was when I got distracted thinking about William in the locker room.

I think he was only joking, but he saw my dick when we were changing after working out and he wouldn’t stop staring at it.

When I called him a perv and told him to stop, he flat out said, “I’d love to suck the fluid out of that some day, Mark.”

I had never heard him talk like that. He had never hit on me before either. I was surprised, to say the least, but I hadn’t stopped thinking about it all day. In fact, it was what I was thinking about lying on my bed when my dad barged in on me a few hours ago.

And now with no underwear and that hormone-filled memory, I could feel the precum dribbling out of my dick. I was just thankful the crotch of my suit was black. Hopefully, it wasn’t noticeable to my dad.

“Let’s head to the city. You’re ready.”

I followed him into the air and in a few minutes we were gliding between the skyscrapers.

I sighed, as the wind swept through my hair. I really loved flying, but it didn’t take long for the wind to work its way into the suit, the force of it was fapping my dick, over and over. I felt myself fully harden and blushed at the feel of it. The wind had never caused that to happen before.

Thank God my dad was flying ahead of me. As we were, I was struggling to keep up. But as if he read my mind, he slowed down to coast next to me.

“Follow me. We need to have a talk.”

He glided down to the balcony of a rooftop penthouse near downtown. I landed next to him and watched as he strode forward and opened the door, motioning me inside.

“How did you know it was unlocked? Isn’t there someone here?”

He didn't respond.

“Wh-why are we here?”

“You wanna tell me what’s got you so horned up? Does training with your dad do it for you?”

“Wh-wh-what? N-n-no.” I instinctively covered my crotch with my hands.

He scoffed. “I can smell you from here, Mark. Don’t bother covering up your tiny prick.”

“It-it’s not tiny.”

“Compared to your queer friend, maybe not, but you haven’t seen mine. Were you about to jack off before I came into your bedroom? I’m sure you haven’t noticed since you reek of jizz all the time. I thought you were already getting railed or something, but I’ve followed you enough to know you’re a pathetic virgin. You must just spooge all over yourself.”

Oh shit! He knows!

I had nothing to say to him as he walked closer.

“It’s fine, son.” He pushed my chin up with his fingers, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I should’ve told you the sexual fluid of a Viltrumite male is extremely addictive. There’s a few more things you haven’t experienced yet…sexually, but I can show you if you want.”

He smirked as he noticed my dick hardening underneath my suit. I watched as his hand - almost in slow motion - reached for it and squeezed.

“I know your queer friend wants you to bang him, and if that’s what you want to do, I don’t want to spoil it, but humans can only take so much, Mark.”

I swallowed. “What do you mean?”

“Endurance, Mark. Strength, fortitude, stamina. I can show you." He put his hand on my shoulder, his other still lazily stroking my shaft inside my suit. "If you can get my pants off first, I’ll let you fuck me.”

“Wh-what?!”

“You heard me. You don’t know how strong you are. You can’t hurt me, Mark. You can pound as hard you want. You have no idea what that feels like until you’ve done it.”

He swiped at the head of my dick. His fingers were already in my mouth by the time I realized he was feeding me my own jizz.

My head spun and my dick only got more slippery as my balls kept churning my jizz out. My breaths grew shorter. I could feel it sliding down my shaft. My dad’s hand enclosed the head and stroked down to my balls.

It was then I made my move for his pants. I wanted to fuck him so bad. I was going to show him what I was made of.

“Oh, fuck me, Dad!” I panted, barely able to gather my senses.

I hadn’t been able to get my dad’s pants off. Not even close. Mine were torn to shreds in less than a minute, leaving me in my mask and boots, his pants tossed aside while he held me in a submission lock.

I barely had time to register my predicament when he explained that Viltrumite jizz makes a great lubricant before he thrust his meat inside of me. Seconds after I was naked, he had me bent over the table.

He wasn’t kidding either. My dick - if you could even call it that - was nothing compared to his massive penis.

And it didn’t hurt either, our natural healing ability combined with a high tolerance for pain. I took all of it, even as he slammed into me, pulled my hair, and called me all sorts of dirty names. And I loved it.

When he pulled out, and whipped me around, I didn’t protest. I didn’t have a chance to say anything because my mouth was filled with his penis seconds later. He grabbed both sides of my head and thrust it down my throat. I could feel it stretching it, sliding over my tongue. I could hold my breath for a while, so I concentrated on the view and my tongue.

His hairy stomach was taut with muscle, his head thrown back in pleasure. I had never seen him like this before. I moved my hands to his ripped buttocks and encouraged him to pump faster.

I had never imagined I’d like someone else’s dick so much. Sure, I played with mine all the time and got curious about the taste of my spunk but it wasn’t until William offered to blow me today that I had ever thought about doing something with another dude.

And now, here I was - sitting on my ass, getting my face plowed by a twelve-inch piece of meat. My dick was hard against my stomach, jizz flinging off in small droplets. My balls tight against the shaft, ready to explode.

My dad pulled out, my lips making a loud smack. He grinned down at me. “Not yet, boy. You’re unloading with my dick up your ass. Stand up!”

I obeyed immediately.

“I’ll admit you are an attractive specimen, but you realize now what a man’s penis is supposed to look like, right?”

I nodded, glancing down at his swollen pecker.

“Hands against the glass!” he barked.

My hole was loosened enough by his earlier invasion and filled with enough Viltrumite jizz that he easily could’ve stuck his whole fist inside me. I shivered at the thought and screamed in pleasure as I was once again invaded by his beefy dick. I could practically feel the veins scrape my ring as pulled in and out.

After a few minutes of slow thrusts, he caught me by surprise, slamming me so hard into the glass, one of my lenses broke completely and the other cracked. But I didn’t care. The workover my hole was getting was worth it. His thrusts were fast and deep now.

He moved his arm behind my head, slamming his meat deep and hard inside my wrecked hole, over and over. His other arm came around my waist to grab my penis, which felt even smaller now that it was held tight in his rough, calloused hand.

I lifted my left leg up to brace myself against the window. I was afraid with the force of his thrusts, he’d push me through the glass.

In between thrusts, my dad explained, “I can’t fuck just anyone like this. They’re too fragile. But you’re half Viltrumite, and I can really go to town. I haven't fucked like this in years! This is what true stamina is, son.”

The sweat was dripping off my brow, my breath fogging the window in front of me as I felt a pressure in my ass.

“Here ya go, boy!”

Oh my God! It was my dad’s jizz. Christ, it felt like a firehose! I suddenly felt very hot. I sweat my dick grew an inch or more, my balls felt heavier. I felt supercharged.

"Ahhhhhhh!" I couldn’t help but clench my asshole as he kept thrusting. The spunk practically exploded from my dick, coating the window.

It was just after the first spurt, my ears registered the sound.

A helicopter.

My eyes opened to the sight of a news chopper hovering outside the building, its camera aimed right at us.

my hole, his balls had emptied everything they had inside of me and there wasn’t enough room. I couldn’t help the next five spurts of jizz as they hit the window, my eyes meeting the reporter's wide open ones. My climax continued even as I willed it to stop.

I wanted it to stop.

They were filming this! Shit, what if someone recognizes me?!

The feeling of my dad's meat in my ass was gone in a millisecond. My hole had been so stretched by his size that I had no time to stop the torrent of fluid that exploded out as soon as he disappeared.

And that’s on camera too.

I wasn’t as quick-thinking as my dad, but I eventually sped away and went home, making sure my mom wasn’t home as I blasted up to my room. My dad wasn’t there either.

I took a quick shower, making sure to shove the shower head up my ass to clean myself out, then ran over to my computer and typed ‘Omni-Man.’

It was everywhere.

Not Invisible. Invincible Learns the Difference the Hard Way…

Hung Heroes…

Gay Men’s Dreams Come True…

I clicked on one that didn’t sound like an adult film. ‘Super Scandal in Downtown Chicago.”

The reporter was clearly excited as he described - live - what was happening.

How the fuck didn’t we hear the chopper?!

“It doesn’t appear the superheroes can hear us. They must be very into each other.”

Our dicks weren't even blurred…the real footage had already leaked. They filmed my goggles breaking and everything. It had to be minutes long!

“Dick, does this appear to be staged?”

“I don’t think so, Rose. There aren’t any cameras inside the penthouse as far as we can- Whoa! That’s a money shot!”

I could see the jizz from my dad’s member squirting out behind me. It would only be a matter of time before…and yup, there’s my jizz.

“I think they see us now, Rose. Yeah, they definitely do. There goes Omni-Man, leaving Invincible, uh, behind. He seems a little stunned.” He added under his breath, “Probably that huge piece of meat he just took like a champ.”

“Thank you, Dick, for this dripping - I mean, gripping - report.”

“My pleasure, Rose. This has been, Dick Cummings, live from the City of Chicago…Cocker…damn it! Chopper, Chopper One.”

I scrolled through the comments. Most of them praised our stamina, muscles, and the amount of jizz. There were a few negative ones, but I ignored those and watched the video again.

My dick got hard immediately.

Jesus, I’m dripping already.

My phone, which I had left on the bedside table, buzzed. I walked over and picked it up. It was a text.

William: I need to talk to you asap.

Fuck.