Coming to after getting knocked out was the most frustrating part of the job. The faint ringing in his ears mixed with his dizzy state of mind were already a rough combo. Half the time, he had to deal with the soreness of whatever hit took him down. Sometimes, that soreness wasn’t even from what took him down, but the result of events after he blacked out. More obnoxious than all that is having to come to terms with his own failure.
As of recent, though, that last bit has been a little more absent from the process, because he managed to find a nemesis that made losing a bit more bearable.
Power Core considered himself a fairly competent superhero, at least in his own neighbourhood. He didn’t have a myriad of superpowers, like flight or super strength or super speed. He had the ability to manipulate and unleash currents of electricity from his body and other nearby sources, and he knew his power’s limitations and strengths well enough. With a touch of craftiness, he could overcome just about any challenge. Naturally, when facing an opponent with some over-the-top crazy powers, he knows he’s outmatched, but he still has enough power on his plate to keep such a villain at bay until the big leaguers show up. It’s a bruise to his ego, knowing he can’t hold his own against a threat to his home, but sometimes getting his ass handed to him just becomes a part of the job.
On one particular day, he gets word of a bank robbery. The most cliche of villain acts, but always a good way to get street cred when you’re one of the new heroes on the block. The hero hits the scene to be greeted by a peculiar scene, but more importantly, the ne’er-do-well of the day: a fairly short man adorned in green and black, with large circular glasses tinted pink with white spirals painted on the lenses. Those couldn’t be easy to see through. Around him laid several of the police officers that had arrived to deescalate the scene. None of them were unconscious, if the babbling chorus and small bursts of giggles were any indication.
“Are you guys okay?” Power Core asked, mostly out of courtesy. They didn’t give a direct response. Glancing around, he could see one or two had their hands between their legs, and their babbling was a bit more ecstatic. He looked back to the man with the spiral specs. “Can I assume this is your doing? What the hell kind of superpower is this?”
“You’re so certain it’s a superpower already, huh?” He laughs. “Well, you’re at least half right about that. But the secret to my power’s for me to know and you to… not know, really…”
Power Core raised his eyebrows. “A real wordsmith, you are… Your power has something to do with reducing the intelligence of your victims, right?”
The villain glanced away. “You sure picked that up quickly. How are you so sure I didn’t just get them hot and bothered?”
“Even the horniest of men don’t lose all their grasp on reason…”
“You sure about that…?”
“Point taken, but I think they’d respond to someone asking if they were alright rather than just idly toying with their junk.” He gave one of the closest cops a nudge with his boot. A moan escaped the officer’s lips, followed by more inane giggles. “Nah, they’re just dumb as rocks.”
The short man adjusted his goofy glasses. “Well, you’re quicker than most of these goons, at least. But for how long!?” With that word, he whips out a strange device akin to a ray gun. Power Core was quick to react, and ducked in close to the villain’s off-hand. The ray gun finds its way back to its target, but the young hero grasps the man’s arm and shoves it to the sky. The villain struggles, but he doesn’t possess the strength to challenge Power Core’s training.
“Give it a rest,” the black-and-pink clad hero shouted. “Just surrender and tell me how to reverse the effects of that gun!”
“OW..! You can’t reverse its effects!”
“You jackass, you’re going to go around and shoot good people with a brain draining ray gun!? Who do you think you are?” A headbutt to his gut forces him back, and his hand loses grip on the villain’s arm. Before he has a chance to react, the ray gun is pointed at his forehead.
“The name is Brain Drain!” He pulls back the trigger, and a wave of vertigo hits the hero head on. He recoils, trips, and stumbles onto the ground. He tries to bring himself back to his feet, until the dizziness trips him up again. He takes a moment to take in what just occurred. Brain Drain pulled back the trigger on his ray gun, right? He had difficulty figuring out what that meant for a moment, but before he could wrap his head around it, the villain had already sauntered over to him. “And they’re cops, man; how good can they be these days?”
He took a moment to take in those words, then chuckled. “Oh I get it, because cops are usually corrupt… Wait, what the hell…?” He cupped his hand over his temple. “I should’ve gotten that faster than that, right? I’m supposed to have like, a clever quip for that or something.” It hit him: Brain Drain drained his brain, but not nearly as much as all of the cops around him. He almost forgot that was what happened to them. He started to panic; didn’t Brain Drain tell him it couldn’t be reversed? How was he supposed to keep up being a hero if he wasn’t as clever as he usually is? Mixed in with the panic was another, more embarrassing reaction, that was making itself more clear by the second.
Brain Drain took notice to the tent the young hero had begun to sport between his legs. He smirked, and straddled Power Core, keeping him pinned to the ground. “I’ve never been a big fan of all those heroes with snappy comebacks, so I’d call this an improvement.”
“Sh-shut up…”
“So are you gonna give me any more trouble here, hero boy? Or am I gonna have to leave you in a worse state than these boys in blue?” He motions to the officers, most of them rolling in puddles of their own saliva. Power Core had to take a moment to consider the options at hand. He might still have a chance to catch Brain Drain later, if he let him go now, but if he took another blast of that ray gun, he’ll be lucky to remember Brain Drain was a villain. He gave a sigh, and glanced to the side.
“Just take the money and go…” With that, he felt the weight of the man lift. He refused to look back up at him as he cantered off into his getaway car.
“Made the smart choice there, dumbass!” The villain teased. “But you hero types always like getting yourselves in over your head, dontcha? I bet you and I will see each other real soon, pretty boy!” The car started up, and Power Core started to stand himself back up. He was still a bit dizzy, but at least he wasn’t left with nothing. He took a short moment to ponder his next move before Brain Drain shouted back at him.
“Oh by the way, you can’t reverse the effects of my Stupifier, but they’re not permanent! You and all those pigs will revert back to normal in a day or two, dimwit!” Power Core took a moment to take in those words, and jolted upright as he realized what just happened. By then, the tires were already screeching behind him, and the car had bolted around the corner. He cursed under his breath, but took solace in knowing he wouldn’t have to deal with this fog over his thoughts for long. Instead, he recognized a more outstanding problem in front of him, and decided he would be better leaving the police to sort themselves out as he sorted his own horniness out in privacy.
The anonymous tip he received was too obvious. He could tell that from a mile away. Power Core took a moment to ponder the information he was offered. Within nearly a week of his last encounter with Brain Drain, he received the location of the villain’s current hideout? Not to mention the man had stayed quiet since that day, or at the very least he kept himself out of Power Core’s district. In any case, the week had been quiet in general, which gave the hero more than enough time to recover from his earlier loss.
That fact alone made it clear to him that this was either a trap, or an invitation of some kind. Brain Drain knows the limitations of his own gadgetry, and he must have suspected that his hold on Power Core’s intellect would be long gone by this point. Offering that information when Power Core was fully recovered could have meant any number of things: he could have been making a cocky declaration to the hero, that he could defeat him with ease, even at full health. He could be counting on Power Core to take the bait out of a need for vengeance, and set him up to humiliate him further. He might even be testing just how quick witted the hero is, once he has a more thorough understanding of Brain Drain’s power, and wanted to see just how the hero would navigate around such an obvious trap.
The strangest possibility of all - at least of the ones that crossed Power Core’s mind - was that the villain expected the man to give himself up willingly, after getting a taste of what his powers could do, or that Brain Drain was specifically asking for that. He shook his head. There’s no chance the villain would expect such an anticlimactic result from giving away his location. In any case, the hero suited up and took off for the address given to him: an abandoned warehouse close to the ports of the city.
Awfully cliche, the hero thought to himself. It would be hard to ignore how staged this all felt to the hero. Brain Drain had to know he didn’t need some old warehouse if all he was doing was robbing banks. It didn’t help that the warehouse was fairly distant from the last bank he decided to rob. Was this really a trap? Perhaps that last suspicion was correct. The hero made his way quietly around the roof of the building, until he approached the front warehouse door. Unguarded. Wide open. For a moment, he thought he just got the wrong address, and was starting to hope he was right. Dropping down the building, he cautiously entered the warehouse. Of course, even the most vigilant heroes would flinch with the thundering boom produced as the lights flashed on.
“I was hoping you’d have gotten my invitation,” a voice rang out. The goofy glasses stood out before the rest of the man, standing near the warden’s office, up on the second floor. “I am a bit disappointed, though; you don’t look very prepared. Didn’t my entire invitation scream ‘trap’ to you?”
“Of course it did,” Power Core replied. He scanned the room over and over again. Not a single henchman in sight? Not a lot of room for them to hide, either. It seems as if the warehouse was mostly cleared out. “It’s just a little weird for a villain to set a trap without a single helping hand around. No guards, and nobody set up to ambush me. Hell, it looks like you had more help preventing the chances of me getting ambushed.” He shook his head. “There’s no way you got so cocky as to think you could do this on your own, now that I know how your gun works. This was never a trap to begin with.”
Brain Drain shrugged. “I guess not, really. If it were, you fell for it. Hook, line and--”
A spark struck the platform in front of the villain. He jumped back. The hero sighed. “You trapped yourself more than you trapped me, didn’t you?” Power Core found his way up one of the staircases. “You give me your location after you knew I had recovered from your ray gun… It turns out to be some cliche as hell “abandoned port warehouse” shtick that literally any bit villain could pull off… And you clear out the whole place so it’s more of a stage than an ambush…”
“Alright hold on, this was just a really cheap place to rent out,” the short man retorted. “As in, I didn’t pay for it, sure… Like I said earlier though, this was an invitation, and one I know you would take, one way or another.”
“It is technically my job to follow up on whatever leads I get, so yeah.” One way or another…? That line caught Power Core. “You thought I’d take the bait for some other reason, didn’t you?”
“I had a suspicion. You were barely affected by my Stupifier, and yet you were still sporting quite the hard-on before I left the scene.” The hero glanced away, prompting a smirk from Brain Drain. “Did you know that most of the cops on the scene only started playing with themselves ten minutes after getting blasted by my gun? You’d actually have to be quite the horny fellow to get hard as quick as you did, or better yet, really into that sort of thing.”
“If you’re just about done,” Power Core interrupted, “We can get this little showdown started, or you can just give yourself up, so I can send you straight to the police office.”
The villain sighed. “What I’m asking, Mr. High and Mighty, is if you’d like to have a bit of fun with me tonight.”
The hero was caught off guard. Was he… inviting him to have sex? More importantly, given how he was toying with his ray gun, was he going to hit the hero with another shot of that ray? Could he afford taking a blast from that again? Even if he knew it was temporary, what if this was some elaborate trap to permanently steal away his intellect, and likely turn him into Brain Drain’s personal servant? His costume was getting uncomfortable.
“There’s a catch. There’s obviously a catch; how do I know you wouldn’t somehow turn me into your brainless slave?”
Brain Drain adjusted his glasses. “Oh, is that what you want? I mean, if that’s what you’re looking for, I could always use the help with my schemes, and a personal dummy to fuck at my pleasure wouldn’t hurt either!” They were still quite a distance away from one another, but Power Core could still see the bulge beginning to produce itself in the villain’s pants. “But even if that was what you wanted, I don’t have the gear to do that right now. I keep a very specific gun that amplifies my actual power to the point where the effects are made far longer lasting than normal, but it’s at my new base.”
“And how do I know you won’t drag me over to your new base after you’ve drained me?”
“That’s where you’re just going to have to trust me on this one.” The villain finally began to approach the hero, now both of them on the same platform. “I know that, given our career paths, we’re not exactly prone to trusting each other on the regular, but all I’m looking for here is a hookup. If you’re game, I’ll give you a hefty shot of this here gun, and you get to lie back and drool all over the pillow while I have my fun dominating you.” They were less than a meter apart. Power Core looked down to see the bulge had only grown in size. “Then once we’re done, I get my boys to drop you off back at your dingy little apartment to sleep off the rest of the Stupifier’s effect. Deal?”
Power Core glanced around nervously. Then, he spoke, “The mask stays on, alright?”
Brain Drain was beaming. He grabbed Power Core’s hand and dragged him over to the foreman’s office as he spoke, “Of course; that just makes it all the hotter for me!”
“I should’ve known a guy with a ray gun that turns people stupid would be a bit kinky…” Power Core muttered, keeping pace as well as he could with his excited partner for the night. “Guess I don’t have a right to talk on that bit, though…”
“Don’t let that stop you, big guy~” the villain chimed, “I actually like chattier guys, too. Especially after we’ve really gotten the party started!”
“Speaking of which, you hardly stumbled at all on your words earlier. Just how much did you rehearse this bit?”
“Why do you think I took the whole week off?”
Power Core squinted. Before he could respond, they were in the foreman’s office, where a bed had already been set up for their arrival. A queen bed took up most of the floor space. Brain Drain swung Power Core by the arm and tossed him onto the bed. There wasn’t much force behind the man’s swing, but Power Core let it guide his body along. He sat upon the bed, and reached down to his suit’s bottom. Before he could unbuckle the two halves of the suit, Brain Drain laid his right hand on top of the hero’s fingers.
“Not yet; I’ll take care of those when I’m ready.” He flaunted the ray gun in his left hand. “Remember what I told you: all you have to do is drop your head on the pillow and let me take care of everything.”
The mask may have covered a good amount of his face, but the blush on his cheeks still showed underneath. “I am going to have these off before the end of the night, though, right? Like, you’re not gonna leave me to blow a load in them or anything?” He stammered a bit. “I mean, I’m not saying I’m into it, but I didn’t come prepared for that, and getting that cleaned will be hell and a half if I’m not gonna be able to clean it for nearly a full day...”
“Trust me, they’re coming off.”
“Didn’t answer the important part of my question…” Before he could get another word out, he saw the bulb of the Stupifier between his eyes. It tickled his brow before pushing his head back gently. He guided his head down to the pillow, adjusting his body to line up parallel with the rest of the bed. Brain Drain propped himself on top of the hero, straddling his waist like he did a week earlier. Power Core took a deep breath. There wasn’t much chance his partner was going to ask if he was ready by this point. He could spot the villain’s finger caressing the trigger, and sure enough, pulled it back.
The vertigo hit him for only a split second, before the sensation morphed into something completely different. Power Core was having trouble discerning whether it was pulling something out from the front of his forehead, or pushing it out the back, but something was certainly being forced out of his head. His brain was pulsating, but as each pulse felt stronger, it also felt as if it was coming from deeper in his head, or was the source shrinking as it pulsed? His questions and concerns dissipated with each pulse. He lost grasp on how the ray gun could possibly be shrinking his brain cells. He lost grasp on the idea that the ray gun was making his brain shrink, then on the idea that his brain was shrinking, then on the idea of a brain. Eventually, he lost grasp on ideas altogether.
The sensation stopped. He blinked. Nothing.
His eyes scanned around. Nothing, still.
Something was in his mouth. It was starting to seep out the sides of his mouth. Nothing, still.
“Whuh…” He spoke. “Muh… Muh head feels weird…” The words slurred out of his mouth, and just as quickly he forgot he said them at all. “Muh head feels funny…”
Nothing that he did or said seemed to change the weird sensation that was in his head. He couldn’t describe it; he had lost the capacity. He couldn’t even ask himself what it was. He merely felt it. ‘Silence’ would be the most appropriate word for it. Not a single thought crossed his mind, no matter what he did. He couldn’t understand that he was missing anything. He couldn’t understand that missing that something was making him feel good, or that it was partially responsible for the uncomfortable pressure he felt against his hardening cock.
“So how does it feel, big guy?” He heard something. “Bet you’re not used to things being so quiet upstairs, right?”
“Whuh… what’s that mean…?”
“Doesn’t it feel like you’re missing something in that big head of yours?” A finger poked his forehead against the pillow. It was at this point he realized someone else was with him.
“I dunno…”
“You just got finished saying it felt funny, numbskull. Did you forget about that already?”
“Uh-huh…”
“Does it feel good, though?”
“Uh-huh…” It did feel good. What it was, he couldn’t tell, but he definitely felt good.
“How about down here…?” Something rubbed against his crotch. He looked up a bit and saw a two big circles with swirls on them, and started to giggle.
“Those look funny…” He kept giggling to himself, and the circles giggled back. The other person was behind those funny circles.
“I bet they do,” the voice cooed. The rubbing on his crotch didn’t stop. His head sank back into the pillow. His cock felt good. His head felt good. The person behind the circles was making him feel good. That’s all he knew at that point.
Something grazed against his sides, slipping down until he could hear a clicking sound. Something felt just a bit more loose with each click, until he felt something slipping down his legs. That something slipped over his cock, tickling him until it released his shaft, which stood at attention with its newfound freedom. That something continued to slide down to his shins. Next, he felt something slipping up his tummy and chest, releasing his nipples from their confines.
“I just thought of something,” the circles spoke. “Do you still remember your secret identity?”
“See… Secreh… Ihh… Whuh?” He stumbled with the words.
“What’s your name, dimwit?”
“Uh… name…?” He scratched his head. Nothing came to mind. Name… That was a thing used when talking to someone… “Dimwit…?”
“Okay, close enough.” A chuckle. “I just remembered that you didn’t really tell me not to reveal your secret identity, and I might’ve left enough brain power for you to remember that much. But don’t you bother worrying that little head of yours over any of that!” A hand reached out and rustled his hair. “The one name you gotta keep in mind? You’re gonna call me ‘sir,’ got it?”
“Heheh… Okay, Sir.” The name got stuck in his head. If it were any longer, he’d probably forget it in an instant. It was at that point that he could feel Sir raise up his legs. A finger ran along his hole, and he moaned in response. Sir continued to tease him, running the finger up and down between his cheeks, milking out every moan. His face rested on the pillow, as he felt something puddling up against the side of his face.
Without warning, the finger slipped into his ass. He gasped, then chuckled. It felt good inside of him, especially when it was wriggling around. The more it rubbed on his insides, the better he felt, but there was one spot that kept making him squeal, that tickled him in such a strange way he felt like he was about to pee. Eventually, the finger retreated from its confines, and Sir took a moment to examine it.
“Wow, squeaky clean,” he mused. “I had a feeling you might’ve seen this coming, peabrain, but you really did prepare for this ahead of time, didn’t you?” Sir brought his lips against one of the man’s nipples and kissed his chest over and over again. He couldn’t help but start laughing from the ticklish pecks against his exposed torso, as Sir teased him. “You’re such a perv! And how hard is all this dirty talk getting you?”
“Suuuper hard,” he sighed.
“You like being called a dumbass?” A jolt of pleasure ran up his cock.
“Uh-huh…”
“That makes you feel good, doesn’t it, idiot?” Another one. He started to feel a finger run up his length, adding to the tension.
“Yeah…”
“Do you even know what those words mean anymore…” A brief pause “You big ol’ dunce?” Somehow, that one made the jolt of pleasure even more intense.
“Hahah… Keep going, Sir…”
“How about I get what I came for, first.” Sir leaned forward, and ran his pants down his legs. He continued to lick and kiss at the man’s chest as he brought his pants down to his ankles. A few giggles later, and Sir threw the idiot’s legs into the air, slipping his upper body between the spread thighs. He brought his legs back down, and slipped his cock out into full view, rubbing the length of his erection against his partner’s. It was a big one, for sure.
“Well, would you look at that,” Sir mused. “I think I might have an inch on you! Most guys I fuck tend to have a bit less than you, though.” He pulled his member back down, lining it up with the dulled man’s hole. “Not that they ever use their dicks much.” Sir took a moment to pour the contents of a bottle onto his shaft, rubbing the length until he was satisfied. “Here it comes, simpleton.”
Something pushed against his asshole, gently at first. It only took a bit more effort before his hole started to open wide for the invading force. As it pushed in, it pushed out a gasp from his mouth. He could feel it pulsing inside him, and it felt amazing. Sir’s cock pushed deeper inside him, further and further, until Sir’s crotch was pressing against his ass. The sensation of being filled was ecstasy. His body shuddered, and his legs were twitching. Soon, Sir began to pull out, only to slam back in an instant later. The force of the thrust sent a shock up his spine, somewhere between pleasure and pain. His addled mind couldn’t tell the difference. Sir thrust into him again, and again, and again. His cock was beginning to pulse as it bounced around in rhythm to Sir’s pounding.
Eventually, the pleasure began to plateau, and he could feel something familiar. His cock was just about ready to burst; he could feel it. The thrusting milked it out of him, as the young man spurt rope after rope of translucent cum out of his dick. His screams were thunderous, and beckoned for more. Sir never slowed down for the man’s climax, but instead kept his pace, as his own orgasm began to build.
“You ready, slut? I’m about to paint your hole white!” The thrusts became quicker and more passionate. Even as he came down from his orgasm, the stupefied man could feel the heat in his crotch rise again. Sir gave him one hard thrust, and unleashed his seed inside the man’s hole. The soreness from the rough fucking made it difficult to truly feel the white-hot torrent inside him, but he could still feel the fat member burying itself inside him as it pulsed and twitched. His muscles were tight around the cock, and that alone brought him to climax again. He painted his tummy with the second load, as Sir watched him from above.
Sir took a moment to collect himself before pulling out. As the cock left the man’s hole, he could feel the seed inside him swimming around to fill up the tightening chamber. Sir’s softened member freed itself from his loosened back door. Some of the jism leaked out of the hole, something he could feel quite clearly. The sensation that was left behind from his rough breeding was somewhere between an aching emptiness that left him wanting more, and a satisfaction not dissimilar to the muscle sores from weightlifting. He thought it couldn’t get much better.
It took him a moment to recognize it, but he squinted, puzzled. He just thought of something, for the first time since… something… happened.
“Well, I think I’ve had my fill for the night,” Sir spoke. He turned to look at his perplexed slut. “You look like something’s confusing you, which is awfully strange. My Stupifier was almost at its highest setting; you shouldn’t be getting any brainpower back for another few hours.”
“Stupifier…” He pondered on that. Oh right. That’s a thing that Sir has… Was Sir even his name…? It was all quite confusing, but he could tell he had a better handle of things than a few moments ago. “What… Did I do…?”
“Uh, you know what, you’ll be able to figure that out in due time, buddy boy!” Sir slipped out from between his legs and started to pull his pants up. “How about I drive you back home and get you into bed so you can sleep off the rest of it?” He ducked to the corner of the room and tossed a towel over to the man. “Clean yourself off a bit, and pull your suit back on, if you remember how.”
He took a look at the towel on his chest, and at the bottom of his suit, bunched up at his ankles. He didn’t have the heart to tell Sir that he couldn’t remember how. But there was something familiar with the whole situation. Coming to after getting knocked out was usually the most frustrating part of the job, but tonight, it felt a little more bearable.
He couldn’t remember what his job was, though.