Cobalt Cavalry.
His name is recognized worldwide as one of the ultimate forces of superheroism. His impact is so immense, people across the globe started to forget that a cavalry isn’t typically just one man. He’s often mistaken as one of the founding members of the hero agency ATHENA – though he did help with their rebranding some years later, including their new name. His work has been instrumental in cementing superheroes as one of the leading forces of good in the world, defending his home from immense threats, both international AND intergalactic.
This idolatry has led him to receive tremendous praise – and more importantly resources. He’s close to being one of the richest men in the world, and has developed his own tech company, both to facilitate further advancements in engineering and mechanics, as well as make sure the funds never stop pooling into his bank account. He hardly needs those funds at this stage, but he seems convinced he’ll never have enough to fuel his crimefighting needs.
His suit is definitely on the expensive side, after all. The armour he wears is at the peak of human technologies, developed personally by the man himself to enable all his heroics. It comes equipped with flight boosters, transforming weaponry, a specially crafted lightweight alloy that’s space-resistant, and he’s recently begun to dabble in nanotechnology woven into sections of the suit to push his boundaries further. He considers that suit his life’s work, which may be part and parcel to why he never seems to step out of it, even for press conferences.
In spite of all this fame and fortune, he always seems to be willing to help the little guy – at least, that’s how the hero agency likes to promote his welfare project. His personal superpower is recognized as the ability to create anything he can imagine, though the minutiae of that power is always up to interpretation: some prefer to just boil it down to him being super smart, while others recognize it takes more than just a genius intellect to simply “imagine” how to make a fully-functioning plasma gun that can fit neatly into his gauntlets. Whatever explanation there may be, it’s a power that he’s been requested to share with less fortunate members of the agency when he can. The price is still too steep for most, but on the odd occasion, he works out a deal to get some lucky hero the extra gear they need to do more in their work.
Power Core stood at the doorway of Cobalt Labs. The local branch of the labs was less impressive than the main branch in New York City, but it still stood out compared to the rest of this little city’s architecture. Somehow, it managed to fuse the grossly minimalist aesthetics of other modern buildings into something more interesting, with its grand pillars and stacking, spiralling center. The majority of the labs presided underground – maybe about five or six floors dug dangerously close to the riverbed – but their efforts to keep the lab’s visual appeal was to be celebrated.
“You’re here for the Cobalt Initiative, correct?” was the front desk attendant’s immediate query. Perhaps they were simply informed of Power Core’s attire and physical features ahead of time, but he pondered being in hero attire – in a lobby full of people in any other form of clothing – was enough to pinpoint his interests.
“Yeah,” he responded. “If there’s anything I need before going in--”
“That won’t be necessary, pal.”
Power Core turned to see a silhouette of striking blue armour behind him. It seemed like a minimalistic suit of plate armor, shapes contoured to muscle shapes in some spots and a more wholesale covering in others. The helmet may have been the most unusual: the face shape seemed to be a loose callback to spartan helmets, though the nose guard didn’t even sink far beneath the brow, and it had a cloth plume more akin to medieval greathelms. Many knew the Cobalt Cavalry to have a face mask built into the helmet – one that retracted at will, much as it was now. The face below showed his age well: a man within his 40’s or 50’s, given the few hints of his head hair were salt and pepper and the crow’s eyes at the sides of his eyes; he also sported what seemed to be a dark soul patch, partially covered by the jaw section of the helmet.
“Come on,” he beckoned, “I’ll show you to my lab. Got everything ready to show for you!”
The private elevator sat a good distance from the others in the lobby, and seemed a touch more extravagant on the outside. As the two men entered, Cobalt typed in a series of floor numbers, before tapping the close door button three times. With a beep, all the buttons flashed on and off, then the door closed in front of them. Promptly afterwards, the elevator rose.
“So, Power Core, right?” Cobalt gave a glance to the hero beside him, smirking. “Read your file, but I wasn’t expecting a small-time hero around here being such a bombshell~!”
Power Core kept his gaze off the man. He knew Cobalt’s reputation, but there weren’t a lot of ways to prepare for such blatant flirtation. The best defense he could muster was a return of fire. “Yeah, you aren’t so bad on the eyes yourself.”
The response brought a chuckle from the armoured man. “The years are pretty kind to you when you have the means.” Power Core couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He peered back at Cobalt, as the older man rubbed his shoulder. “Of course, it’s not like I can avoid the wear and tear everyone else gets on the job.”
“No kidding,” he scoffed. “Didn’t you get thrown into space on one of your recent jobs? The public thought you were dead for a couple weeks.”
Cobalt couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, feels every hero has to deal with that scare once in their careers!” Even as the elevator doors opened in front of them, he still seemed lost in recollection. “The Big Guy seems to have one every other month, at this point... Weird how the agency’s biggest guns that practically have ‘invulnerability’ written all over their massive chests? They end up in a lot more trouble than the rest of us...”
Power Core joined in Cobalt’s pondering. “I guess that’s just what happens when you’re the front liners sent out to deal with the biggest threats...” His musing caught in his throat as the ‘laboratory’ came into full view. There certainly was equipment designed for some form of machine engineering, but given all the black leather benches, pillories, and even a St. Andrews’ cross... There was more than one form of ‘experimentation’ being performed in this room. He struggled to bring his jaw back up. “This is uh, quite the lab, huh...?”
“You like it?” There was a look of pride behind Cobalt’s eyes. “Some of the more conservative branches aside, a lot of my labs are equipped like this.” He led Power Core to one of the table tops closer to the more science-leaning side of the room. There laid a set of black gloves and boots, very similar to the younger hero’s current attire, without the yellow trim or other adornments. “I think, though, these might be more what you’d be looking for~?”
Power Core slid off his own gloves, getting his hands inside the ones atop the table. Immediately, he could feel a difference. “Damn, these are made from some real expensive material, huh? They’re pretty soft to the touch... Feels so weird...” He flexed his hands inside them. He could barely feel the fabric as his fingers retracted and extended from his palms.
“Had to be the best,” Cobalt chuckled. “I’ve worked with a few other electrically-inclined heroes, and you need the best materials to get the most secure results.” Power Core was already slipping his feet into the boots, as Cobalt explained: “When exerting electrical energy through the body, you probably have to keep quite the concentration to maintain safety, right? Mentally adjust down to... what, micro-amperes? Part of the job’s to reduce that micromanagement for you guys.
“So what I do – when asked to make this brand new equipment for guys like you – is put together the fabrics and metals with the best resistances, the best conduction, and the best amplification. Mash them all together the right way, and you get some of the best custom gear money could buy! And, best of all, they come with new features I bet you’d never be able to do with your old gloves~!”
Cobalt guided the younger hero to a metal bar, laid horizontal on a rack like a chin-up bar. “How long do you think you can hang on the bar for?”
Power Core thought for a moment. “I’ve got pretty good grip strength, so maybe... 2 minutes? Give or take.”
The older hero just chuckled. “You think you had grip strength before, huh? Grab the bar, and put a current through the gloves.” He steps back as Power Core takes stance below the bar. “Whatever charge you wanna give it, just as long as you’re making a current.”
Power Core breathed, eyeing the bar. Throwing his body upward, he clasped the bar with both hands. Adjusting his hands as he hung, he could feel the tension in his arms as his body dangled off them. He concentrated on the gloves – the palms and knuckles, specifically – and let the electricity flow through it. The force in his hands seemed to disappear instantly, but his grip remained strong. Puzzled, he looked back at Cobalt, sporting the same smug grin since they walked in. Running through the possibilities in his head, one option seemed to make sense: “Did you weave some electromagnets into these gloves or something...?”
“Something like that,” Cobalt shrugged. “Electromagnets have a limited amount of materials they can be used with, so I tried something a little different: the palms and soles of your new gear have a unique weave to them that suctions onto surfaces when an electrical current runs through them. With a little practice, you can use this gear to climb walls and ceilings like a spider, and your body will hardly have to do any of the heavy lifting you’d normally do!”
Power Core raised an eyebrow. ‘Like a spider...’ What a strange source of inspiration. But he couldn’t deny the utility the gear offered him. “I have to admit, Cobalt: I wasn’t sure what to expect when I got picked for this program, but these really are game-changers...! I’m not sure if I can really accept them...”
The older hero approached the hanging man, biting his lip. “Well, since we’re broaching the topic anyway, let’s get to the meat of this deal, hm?” Power Core’s eyes widened, before he returned a smirk. Cobalt wrapped his hands around the man’s sides, sliding beneath the suit’s waistband. “Just keep hanging up there, alright? I’ll take care of this for you~”
Power Core nodded, keeping hold of the bar above him – or feigning an effort, at this stage; the gloves really were doing all the work for him. The pull on his arms were still clear, but he didn’t have to work a single muscle in his hands to maintain a grip. He could just relax the rest of his body, as Cobalt Cavalry slid his suit down his legs, tickling each hair on his thighs and shins. The metal of the gauntlets had a chill to them, like a winter breeze crawling down his lower extremities, and didn’t have the same gentle texture as skin on skin. Even as his package was revealed to the room around them, he could feel it retreating inward. “Damn...!” Power Core cursed, “You sure you don’t want to take that armour off...?”
“No can do, soldier,” Cobalt sighed. “The suit’s practically life support for me these days: if I’m just sitting around at home, it’s fine for me to take it off, but with the workout we’re about to have? I want to make sure my heart can take it~!”
Power Core gulped. “Got it...” It was hard to keep his mind off those words now. Sex hardly seemed like much of a struggle for most men his age, but did his work really put him in such a precarious condition...? Suddenly, he felt anxious about working the man too hard, and wiggled at his boots to help pull them off, even as the gauntlets closed on one of them. Cobalt glanced back and forth between Power Core’s free foot and his face, his brow furrowed. The younger hero sheepishly grinned back.
Cobalt sighed, and slipped off both of the boots with ease. “Come on, kid... I know what I just said, but I’ll be fine without any of that pity, alright?”
“G-got it...” Power Core could feel the shift in the atmosphere immediately. He wasn’t quite in the mood to get railed as he was moments ago, but he knew he still had his side of the bargain to hold up. The thought occurred to him, though, that even with the armour, Cobalt was only about the same height as he was, and he had to hop up to grab the bar. Certainly, the older hero didn’t expect him to just hang from this bar indefinitely, did he...? As his spandex was pulled off his legs, he couldn’t help but wonder aloud: “So, you’re gonna want me to hop off this bar soon, right?”
“Patience, bud,” the blue-and-silver fox chided him, “I wanna get a sample of the goods first~!”
The man’s mouth was thankfully much warmer than the steel gauntlets, as he kissed up against Power Core’s thighs, up to his crotch and along his length. Those hands found their way back onto the redhead’s skin again, but they were warmer than before, comforting and relaxing the muscles they tensed up earlier. They wrapped around his ass, kneading the cheeks like dough. Power Core bit his lip, feeling his cock extending back out to the world around them, lathered more and more in Cobalt’s spit as his wet kisses took more of it in his mouth.
He didn’t stay on Power Core’s front for long, slipping between the hanging legs to find his puckered hole. Spreading the cheeks open with his thumbs, Cobalt sunk his face between, tongue slipping over the pink skin. The redhead shuddered in response. That tongue sunk deeper, stretching the muscles of his sphincter more with each lick.
“Damn...!” Power Core cursed. His cock bobbed as it throbbed, his arousal only growing with each moment Cobalt ate him out. His grip was stalwart, but he could still feel the soreness growing in his arms and shoulders. Undoubtedly, he would’ve dropped off the bar by now, but to keep hanging on the bar as his muscles ached and his partner devoured his ass... It all seemed to accelerate him closer to the edge. “I’m not gonna last much longer like this...!”
Cobalt pulled back. “Really? We’ve barely gotten started~!” He stepped back, and pulled his hands away. “I guess it only makes sense the muscles in your arms would still start to tire out, though, huh? We’ll get round 1 of our experiments done real quick, then, so we can test your legs next~”
“Experiments...!?” The redhead barely registered the choice of words, before his thoughts were interrupted by a hissing sound from behind him, low to the ground. The slam of Cobalt Cavalry’s metal crotch against his naked behind came very shortly after. Oh, his jet boots, Power Core thought. They weren’t the last sounds of the older hero’s suit he could hear, as a combination of whirring and clanking followed, as something hard as rock began to push against his hole. “The hell is...?”
Again, Power Core’s pondering was cut off, as a metal rod pushed deep into his ass. He could only gasp as he was impaled. Cobalt sighed in relief as it sunk deeper. “You like it? I had to put this bad boy together after a mission went awry nearly a decade ago. Took a bit of work to get the nerve ending receptors just right, but now?” He sunk himself deeper into the younger hero’s hole, slowly. “I can feel every inch better than ever before...!”
Power Core grunted, more in pain than pleasure at first. “Th... That’s great, dude, but... Fuck...!” He couldn’t help but curse as it pushed deep, forcing his rectum to stretch more and more. “You couldn’t at least use a softer material for THAT!?”
Cobalt chuckled. “I thought about it – and there were definitely a few good materials that would’ve made the job a little easier – but none of them seemed to match the armour that well! And think of how fun it is when I get to tell my lucky date about my literal iron rod for the first time~!”
The redhead could only grumble under his breath. The moan that followed was significantly louder, as his partner began to thrust the hard forged dick in and out of his hole. The pounding could never have felt more rough than today, and paired with his body still dangling from the pole his gloves stubbornly clung to... Even as the force of the ferro-cock bruised his prostate closer to orgasm, Power Core couldn’t help but remark to himself: even if they stopped right now, this has to be the most exhausting sex he’s ever had.
It took only a few more thrusts before he roared in a mix of ecstasy and aching. The younger hero unleashed his white-hot passion out the end of his cock, cum spurting in ropes as it bobbed up and down. Cobalt’s pounding continued unabated as his orgasm rocked his body, milking as much jism from his cohort as he could muster. Eventually, though, all that was left was a dribble of semen, and the older man slowly pulled himself out.
“Very nice, soldier~” His boots clanged against the floor beneath them. “You can stop that current now; watch your step.”
Power Core dropped his gaze, then turned his head as far as he could to see Cobalt. No arms out to catch him...? He could only grimace, as he cut off the current running through his arms. Immediately, his hands lost grip, and his feet dropped to meet the ground. He stumbled, his legs managing to find a soreness of their own, no doubt from the force of the orgasm and a metal crotch smacking against his tailbone... He groaned, “Good grief... And here I was worried for your health... I’m gonna be feeling this for the next week...”
“What, done already?” Cavalry rested a hand on Power Core’s shoulder. “Why don’t you get those boots back on, and we’ll try with you hanging off the walls next?” Power Core could feel the rod smacking against his cheeks, no doubt directed by the knight’s free hand. “If you can imagine, refractory periods aren’t a thing I have to worry about, so I can go all day long~!”
For just a moment – perhaps not the last moment where the thought crossed his mind – Power Core held regret over registering for the Cobalt Initiative...