Superhero Fantasy




Hey guys. I decided to try another story. This one has superheroes, leather,
fetish...etc. And its male/male only. So if that's not your thing please stop
reading. If so, please enjoy and tell me what you think!

GUARDIANS

Ryan Taylor leaned up against the wall of his small apartment's kitchen
spooning mouthfuls of cereal as he watched the morning local news. For weeks
now there were reports of a string of kidnappings and police feared a new
serial killer was on the loose. All the victims matched the same profile; all
of them were young adults, all of them athletes of some kind, all of them male
and each of them disappearing without a trace. No bodies were found, no ransom
notes, nothing. In this crazy city a kidnapping would barely make the gossip
column of the paper but once a popular lacrosse star from a wealthy and
prominent family disappeared suddenly people took notice.

Ryan felt remorse for the poor young men that disappeared before Mr Bigshot
was taken suffering alone and unknown, if they were still alive, just because
they were unlucky enough not to have money and connections. He almost felt
like letting this one go just to make a point but Ryan was a member of
Guardian and their duty was to protect the innocent no matter what.

Guardian was formed about 10 years ago in order to combat the growing menace
from these super-powered criminals that has swept the world and Ryan was a
member of local branch for Metro City. Twenty years ago a team of doctors and
researchers discovered something that would change humanity forever ... a cure
for cancer. Very quickly governments around the world made arrangements to
vaccinate every single person on earth. However, soon after strange things
started to happen to a small percentage of people. Scientists said that
something in that vaccine was changing the DNA or something of some people
giving them bizarre abilities. At first it was a novelty, people who could see
through walls or had super strength. Then some of those super-powered people
realized they could use their new abilities for crime and no one could stop
them. Not the military, not the police, no one. That's when Guardian was
formed, people with similar powers but want to use them to protect people, not
hurt them. After a nasty run in with some super-powered criminals himself,
Ryan quickly signed up.

Since Guardian is not officially supported by the government (in fact some
government officials consider them vigilantes at best, terrorists at worst)
all the members have to hide their identities from the public. So while
attending college and hanging with his friends he was Ryan Taylor but when he
was working with Guardian he was Jet, his primary ability was speed. He could
move so fast in fact he could even scale the sides of buildings.

After finishing his cereal and putting the bowl in the sink, Ryan realized it
was time to get to work. These kidnappings had been going on for too long and
what little evidence there was pointed to someone with super-abilities as the
suspect. Ryan walked into his bedroom, opened his closet and pulled out his
uniform. Most Guardian members wore some kind of costume, like in the comics.
The thought behind the costumes was that if they resembled comic book heroes
it might put normal people at ease and they wouldn't be so scared of their
super abilities. Most of the time it worked, worked too good in fact. The fit
super-heroes of Guardian running around in their tight costumes was usually a
thrill for a lot of people and tabloid fodder.

Ryan's costume was blue and white, made out thin neoprene material almost like
a wet suit that hugged his entire body tightly. He liked it because it was
easy to hide under normal clothes, but he made sure to relieve himself before
he put it on since the only way in or out was at the neck and once you were
in, you were in for a while. He admired himself in the mirror making sure the
costume was on right, slipping the white mask made of the same material that
fit around his clear blue eyes over his tousled brown hair and making sure
that fit right as well. Standing there admiring himself in the mirror in his
skin tight costume always gave him a bit of a thrill. No one ever cared about
him before he got his powers and with super speed he was able to transform his
5'10" body into a lean muscled Adonis. Now no one could keep their eyes off
him. He had to admit, he liked the attention.

He slipped on a pair of jeans and long sleeve t-shirt to hide his costume and
removed the mask and stuffed it in his pocket along with the matching gloves.
He then went to his closet and slipped on his boots. They were blue and white
to match his costume but could pass for motorcycle boots, the kind that
sport-bike riders wear so they wouldn't look too bizarre under his jeans. The
whole process only took a few seconds thanks to his super abilities. He
grabbed his keys and darted out the door. Two other members of Guardian were
already at the scene of the last kidnapping and he raced to meet up with them.

A few moments later he appeared in the back alley of a local gym, the site of
the last kidnapping. The cops had long since gone and 2 other members of
Guardian were there surveying the area. The one standing stoically in the
center of the alley with his arms crossed was Titan and as you could guess
from his name his ability was strength. Standing at 6'4", well over 200 lbs of
solid muscle with his dark cropped hair and intense eyes, Titan made an
imposing sight. A former high school football quarterback, Titan was a natural
leader. The other Guardian member was Gaze, standing at 5'6" Gaze had a
slight, lean build and was the type of person who could melt into a crowd
without anyone noticing. He was young, only 17 and even before his powers
revealed themselves, he was a genius. His ability was vision; he could see a
penny on the ground from 1000ft away and even see the heat left from a
person's footsteps. Gaze was hunched over staring intently at the ground.

"Hey guys, whats up?" Jet said as he met up with his fellow Guardians.

"Jet ... " Titan replied, nodding his head at him. Gaze was lost in
concentration surveying the ground of the alley.

"Find anything yet?" Jet asked his eyes darting around.

"Nothing, so far." Titan answered in his usual assertive demeanor. "The
security camera only saw a dark figure appear then everything went blank. The
guy walked out the door and the dark figure approached him, it looked like he
was trying to run but then the video cut out".

"Not much to go on, for sure." Jet replied. Titan merely nodded in reply. The
situation seemed hopeless.

"There was a struggle ... " Gaze blurted out without lifting his eyes off the
ground. He started following some invisible trail towards the back of the
alley near a large metal dumpster. "Something happened here, I think he
grabbed on to this dumpster as if something was trying to drag him away.
Titan, can you move this for me?"

Titan walked over to the dumpster and with one hand moved it away from the
wall as if it was as light as a card-board box. Gaze immediately knelt down
staring intently like a fox stalking its prey. "Ah ... whats this?" he said as
he reached out and pulled something from around the base of the dumpster.
Titan and Jet both approached to get a closer look.

It was some kind of fabric, almost like a rope but made out of a material that
was like black spandex, smooth to the touch and with some elasticity. Finally
Gaze looked up and both Jet and he gave each other a look of acknowledgement.

"Dustin ... " they both said at the same time. Dustin Black, he came from a
small town in Texas. He was a rodeo star throughout his teens and early 20s
but once his powers came out he was ostracized by his friends, his family, and
his whole town. His bitterness over that rejection consumed him and he moved
to Metro City for a life of crime and mayhem, revenge against the "normals"
that he hated. He was Jet's nemesis as their powers were so similar. Where Jet
had speed, Dustin had lightning reflexes and pin-point precision. As a rodeo
star he would frequently use a lasso to subdue his adversaries. He had found a
new material, probably pilfered from a research lab, which was almost
unbreakable specifically to counter Guardians.

"Well that certainly looks like Dustin but why would he kidnap these guys?
That's not his style. He's more the smash and grab type", Jet wondered. "And
he's not even demanding a ransom, which really isn't his style."

"Agreed." Titan said shortly.

"Its possible Dustin isn't alone in this." Gaze said staring at the short
piece of spandex rope in his hand. "There's something about this material that
is different. Something has been added to it, a substance I haven't seen
before."

"You should take this back to the lab and see what you can find out, Gaze."
Titan suggested.

Gaze stood up, nodded and started to walk down the alley. "I'll text your
phones if I find anything" he said as he walked away, leaving Jet and Titan to
formulate a plan to find Dustin.

"Jet, you know Dustin better than anyone ... any ideas where to look?" Titan
asked.

"I doubt he'd be in his usual hangouts" Jet considered, "but there are sure to
be clues." He swallowed hard as a disturbing thought entered his mind. "I
think I'll need to go to DV8."

Titan looked down and scuffed boot on the ground. "I hate that place" he
murmured.

"Don't worry about it, I'll go. " Jet offered. DV8 was a sleazy club near the
docks. Lots of drugs and prostitutes it was a den for criminals as anything
goes inside its doors. The cops wouldn't even go in there. "I'll try and blend
in and see if I can get any information."

"I don't know how you can stomach going in that place." Titan grumbled, "I'll
head down to the warehouse district. That's where his buddy Pyro had his
little nest. I'll see if there is anything there."

"Alright I'll text you if I find anything out in DV8." Jet said.

"Same here" Titan replied, "and Jet, be careful in that place ok?"

"Don't worry about me. I know how to deal with those folks." Jet answered with
a wink and they both left the alley in separate directions.

A few moments later Jet appeared in front of DV8, a run-down shack of a
building right on a decaying boardwalk. It was covered in graffiti and
surrounded by trash, homeless people and prostitutes. It was a disgusting
place but it did have its appeals. Sex, drugs, anything a person that wanted
to walk a bit on the dark side would want was in there. Jet had been there
many times before he joined Guardian when he wanted to satisfy his curiosity
and he still had contacts there. It was protected by a super-powered crime
syndicate so it wasn't going anywhere. The place didn't open until 10pm and it
was early yet. Nothing seemed unusual from the outside but he saw a poster on
the steel barred door that read "Leather Nite, Tonight: Satisfy your pleasure
thru PAIN. All guests must be properly attired."

"Shit ... " Jet thought to himself, "figures it would be tonight." He sighed
and wandered down the street to a store called Pandora's Box, a sex shop not
far from the club. Not many people were in there this time of day. The place
with lined with all kinds of sex toys and lotions, whips, chains and assorted
S&M gear. He wandered to the back where there were racks of leather clothing,
looking around for something to wear.

"Can I help you?" a male voice said from behind him. Jet turned around and saw
a muscle-bound man standing in front of him. He wore a tight form fitted black
t-shirt with the name of the store on it tucked into tight leather jeans. He
had a sleeve tattoo and stubble on his face. He smiled as his eyes looked Jet
up and down. "You need something for that party tonight?"

"Yeah, but I don't want to show skin" Jet replied with a wink. "Full leather"
He needed to make sure whatever he got didn't show his costume or he'd be
toast. The salesman flashed a wide grin.

"Sure thing," he said. "You look kinda Clark Kent, I think I got something
perfect for you, wait here." The salesman wandered off to the back room and
returned shortly after his arms draped with leather clothes and in his hand
holding a pair of tall shiny black leather boots, the kind that motorcycle
police wear.

"I guessed your size, I'm pretty good at sizing up boys like you" he said
seductively. "Try these on and tell me if they fit". Jet ignored the obvious
pass the salesman tossed at him and took the clothes into a fitting room to
try on. The shirt was long sleeve and all leather, adorned with patches and
badges to make it look like a police uniform. The patches had all kinds of S&M
related messages on them like 'bound and serve' and other things. Jet chuckled
to himself and slipped it on. It was snug but not overly tight and showed just
enough physique to get anyone into this scene drooling. The pants were like
breeches only leather, form-fitted and tapered to tuck into the boots. He also
included tight black leather gloves, a strap to go over his shoulder, belt,
even a tie all black leather.

"Well this guy thought of everything" Jet said looking at himself in the
mirror. He looked like a leather Poncherello he thought with a laugh. He
walked out of the dressing room and the salesman immediately perked up,
licking his lips.

"Damn ... " he said grinning ear to ear "you look good, boy".

"Thanks" Jet answered, "I'll take it".

Holding his old clothes in his hand they went to the register and as he was
paying the salesman leaned in and said "I'm gonna be there tonight ... look me
up, we'll have fun."

Jet simply smiled and left the store. He quickly returned to his apartment,
dropped off his old clothes and sped back to the club. The place was open with
people already forming a line outside.

"Here we go, time for the hunt to begin" he said and got on line.

Inside the club was dark with flashing lights and the steady pounding of house
music blasting out the speakers. The club was filled with men and women all
dressed in leather gear. S&M was out on full display with people shackled to
the walls, being whipped. He could see small amounts of drugs being passed
around from person to person, people kissing and fondling each other. This was
candy land to these folks. Jet ignored most of it looking around the room
until he finally found what he was looking for. Up against the bar was a young
muscled man wearing a leather harness around his bare chest, leather jeans and
combat boots. Kneeling on the floor at his feet was another man licking his
boots.

"Hey Kenny ... " Jet said as he approached and the man turned to greet him.

"Ryan!" he said with surprise, "man I haven't seen you in a while. What are
you doing here?" He pulled his foot away from the kneeling man and barked at
him "get lost, pig." The man then got up and walked away with his head held
low. Jet sighed to himself.

"Same old, Kenny. Still treating people like shit." Jet said with a grin.

"Nahh," Kenny replied "only when they pay me." He winked. "So what's up?"

"I need to know if you've seen someone I'm looking for." Jet said and began to
describe the latest kidnap victim.

"Oh yeah!" Kenny answered, "I think I saw him come in here last night. Man he
was fucked up."

Kenny then came in close and rubbed his hand up and down Jet's bottom. "But
what do you want with some tweaked out twink ... if you told me sooner you
were into this scene we could have had some real fun." Kenny grinned running
his hands up and down Jet's body, he then removed a pair of handcuffs from his
belt and twirled them around his finger . "You look hot in this gear, bro."

Jet grabbed Kenny's hands and gently but firmly pushed them away. "Thanks,
Ken, but this ain't for you."

Kenny got a disappointed look on his face, "Alright your loss." He said.
"Anyway I saw your twink go downstairs to the basement with some guy."

The basement was members only with a big guard standing infront of the door.
There was no way in without being noticed.

"Damn ... " Jet said under his breath.

"Boy you really got a thing for this guy, huh?" Kenny said inquisitively.
"Alright if you want in I'll give you the password but don't say I didn't warn
you. That place is rough."

"Thanks bro, but I can handle it." Jet replied with a grin.

"Just go up to that big juice head and say 'bottom's up' and he'll let you
in." Ken whispered in Jet's ear.

"Thanks man, I appreciate it." Jet said as he put his hand on Kenny's
shoulder.

"Whatever you say, bro. Just becareful." Kenny warned him and returned to his
beer. "Hey pig, get over here, my boots aren't clean yet!" Jet heard Kenny
shout as he walked towards the door to the basement.

The large muscled man infront of the door stared blankly at Jet as he
approached.

"Bottom's up." Jet said. The man just nodded and stepped aside.

The basement was even sleazier then he thought. Barely any light illumintated
the hallway from the dim lamps hanging over head. The place was filled with
smoke, both cigarettes and pot mingled together and the smell was rank like
sweat and sex. Hardly anyone noticed him, too preoccupied in whatever sexual
fantasy they were playing out. He quickly scanned the rooms as he walked by
them. No one matching the description of the kidnapped guy. At the end of the
hall he saw another closed door with another guard in front.

"Bottom's up" he said to the guard. The guard just glared at him and replied
"keep moving, pretty boy. This is private."

As Jet walked away he saw 2 people descend the stairs from the club. One was a
young man wearing t-shirt, jeans and sneakers and definitely looked like he
didn't belong here. The other man was dressed head to toe in leather, a
leather mask hiding his face. The young guy in the t-shirt looked drunk or
stoned, stumbling down the hallway laughing while clinging on to the leather
guy for support. As they approached the guarded door, the guard stepped aside
and opened the door. The 2 went in and the guard quickly closed the door
behind them.

"Not locked ... great!" Jet said to himself. He came up with a plan. He summed
his power and quickly and silently sped to the corner hallway near the door.
"Hey, help me!" he shouted just loud enough for the guard to hear. As the
guard turned and took a few steps trying to see down the hallway, Jet again
used his super speed to slip thru the door quickly and silently.

"Dumbass" he said to himself with a laugh. "That was too easy".

Quietly, Jet slipped down another stair case even deeper into the bowels of
the building. It was even darker down here. It was very quiet but he could
hear some faint mumbling, almost like groans coming from down the hall. He
came up to a corner and slowly peaked around.

He saw an open room lined with cages but there wasn't enough light to see if
anything was in them. In the middle of the room under a spot light was a long
metal table. The 2 guys from before were there. The young drunk guy was
laughing and grinning drunkenly swaying from side to side as the leather guy
quickly removed his clothes. Once naked, the young guy leaned in and started
kissing the leather man on his mask, his excitement was obvious as he rubbed
his hardon up and down the leather man's crotch.

Suddenly the leather man grabbed his arm and spun the naked guy around pulling
his arms behind his back. He then pulled something off the table, it looked
like a black strap but it was very shiny. The leatherman pushed the naked guys
chest down on the table and pulled the shiny black strap up against his arms
behind his back. Suddenly the strap started to move!

Almost like a flat, black shiny worm the strap slowly crawled up the naked
man's back until it wrapped itself around his wrists. The leather man grabbed
another strap and that one too started moving, only this one wrapped itself
around the guy's arms. Another and another and the guy was bound around his
arms, wrists, thighs and ankles. The poor guy seemed oblivious to
these..things ... crawling over him, he was lost in ecstasy. Then finally two
more of these worms started crawling up the guy's body only one of them
wrapped itself around the guy's hardon, completely enveloping it. This set the
guy into fits of pleasure as he moaned and struggled while the leather man
held him down. The final strap worked its way all the way up to the boys face
and then wrapped itself around his mouth, silencing him. Ryan saw the naked
guy take a deep breath and suddenly his eyes rolled up in his head, as if the
strap had some kind of drug in it. His body went limp and the leather man
picked up him and placed him on the table.

The guy moaned and groaned, thrusting his hips up into the air as if humping
against the black shiny sheath that now covered his cock and balls. Suddenly
his body tensed and he arched himself up as high as he could his gagged mouth
growling in orgasm. He then collapsed back onto the table exhausted. The
leather man walked over to one of the cages and opened the door. He then
picked up the guy and hoisted him over his shoulder. As he walked away towards
the cage Jet saw that the shiny straps around the guy's body started growing.
As more of them started wrapping themselves around him, as if they were
starting to cocoon him. It was then that Jet realized these worms or whatever
they were must be feeding off of the guy's orgasm.

"Holy shit!" Jet said to himself. "This is fucked up, I've got to get the
others down here." It was then in mid thought that Jet saw the loop of black
rope descend around his shoulders and pull his arms tight.

"Hey, Jet" he heard a voice say from behind him, "long time no see.."

Jet turned around quickly and instinctively tried to speed away but the rope
was pulled tight and he wound up crashing to the floor with a thud. Dazed he
heard laughter coming from the shadows and the sound of boots on concrete
approaching him. Although the rope was still taut around his chest he managed
to stumble to his feet. Standing in infront of him was just what he feared,
Dustin. He was decked out head to toe in leather cowboy gear. Hat, shirt,
vest, bolo tie, gloves, jeans with chaps over them and his boots all in black
leather. The bottom half of his face was concealed with a leather mask. His
hands held the rope taut keeping Jet's arms firmly pinned to his sides.

"It took you long enough to get here." Dustin chuckled. Jet glared at him. His
options were limited, he knew this rope was too strong to break and it
effectively neutralized his speed, but Dustin had a tendency to get
over-confident and all Jet had to do was wait for the right moment.

"What the fuck is going on here, Dustin? What did you do to that guy!?" Jet
demanded. He then noticed that the leathered henchman was standing behind him
menacingly.

"Oh come on, ruin the surprise!? You'll find out soon enough." Dustin giggled
at Jet but still kept a firm grip on the rope. "Don't worry, though. He's
fine. In fact he's more than fine. He's probably feeling the best he ever has
his whole life. Sure those things need a little bit of food now and then but
they return the favor."

"Dude that's sick, even for you. So you are the one that kidnapped all those
guys?" Jet asked his eyes darting around the room taking note of his
surroundings.

"Well yes and no. I got some of them." Dustin replied. "And like I said, don't
worry. They are all perfectly safe and I guarantee you they have no desire to
leave." Dustin twirled the rope around his arm deftly keeping it pulled tight.

"I don't get it, why are you doing this? What are those things!?" Jet asked.
Dustin sighed.

"They are my friends, Jet. They provide all kinds of benefits, they just need
a little feeding in exchange. The problem is they have voracious appetites. So
I had to collect a little farm for them. Hehe. " Dustin relaxed his grip just
a little but at the same moment the leathered henchman behind him grabbed Jet
by his arms with an almost inhuman strength, keeping him from moving. Dustin
came in closer but never let go of the rope. "So they need a little semen now
and then, not that bad of a trade off for how happy they keep their food
source. Right?"

"You're fucking demented!" Jet barked at Dustin. Dustin feigned shock and then
laughed.

"That's not a very nice thing to say! Well the thing is, like I said, they
have big appetites and so far these boys, as fit as they are, aren't really
cutting it. They want more." Dustin paced back and forth in front of Jet and
then snapped his fingers. "I thought, ah ha! What about a super-boy? I wonder
what that would do for their appetites? And so here you are! The perfect test
subject! Isn't this wonderful!?"

Dustin clapped his hands together and cheered. He then turned away and walked
towards a crate in the corner, still not letting go of the rope but it didn't
really matter the leathered henchman was holding Jet tight enough to keep him
from running. Dustin lifted the lid off the crate and inside Jet could see
hundreds of the flat black shiny worms all slithering about inside. His heart
sank at the sight of it.

"Here we go, aren't they beautiful? Don't worry Jet, you'll love it I
promise." Dustin then snapped his fingers and gestured at the leathered
henchman who started to grab at Jet's shirt and start to unbutton it. That's
when Jet made his move.

With super-speed Jet ducked down slipped out of the henchman's grasp and
quickly slipped the rope off his arms. Dustin reflexes being what they are
immediately grabbed a big ball of the worms and threw them at Jet. Within a
fraction of a second Jet darted just out of reach as the ball of worms slipped
past him and struck the leather henchman in the chest. Jet then darted behind
the table so that Dustin couldn't get a clear shot with his lasso.

Jet watched in horror as the worms quickly started wrapping themselves around
the henchman, while Dustin stood there laughing with glee. The henchman
started to panic tearing at the worms as they slithered over his body.
Eventually they succeeded in pinning his arms against his sides, enveloping
his torso right over his black leather biker jacket. In both directions the
worms quickly crawled, wrapping around his arms then his gloved hands, and Jet
saw one of the worms slip under the waistband of the henchman's leather jeans
and judging from his writhing, it must have wrapped itself around his cock the
same as it did with the boy earlier. Down his legs they moved covering every
inch of his leather jeans and then his tall black leather boots, right down to
the toe. He hopped around madly as the worms continued their relentless
wrapping. Eventually they moved up and covered his shoulders, neck and then
his face right over the leather hood he wore. Jet saw the fear in the man's
eyes right before they too were wrapped over. Finally he lost his balance and
fell over with a thud until all that was left was a giant black shiny worm
writhing on the floor.

"Oh wait, watch, this is the best part!" Dustin said cheerfully as he started
rubbing at his crotch. It was then that the man's frantic wriggling became
more rhythmic and steady he started pumping up and down rolling about on the
floor. Jet figured whatever that drug was these worms had was kicking in. It
looked like he was desperately trying to get some kind of friction, the floor
the leg of the table, anything to get some release. Eventually he stiffened up
and his body tensed as far as the cocoon would allow and he groaned in
pleasure finally collapsing down on the floor the air rushing in and out of
his nostrils, the only part of this body that wasn't tightly sealed. At that
moment Jet watched as the cocoon seemed to tighten and even get thicker. Now
barely able to move the cocooned leathered henchman just writhed a bit on the
floor, moaning not in pain but in pleasure ever so slightly.

"See, wasn't that beautiful!" Dustin exclaimed while he rubbed at his hardon
through his leather jeans. "I can't wait to get you in there! Its what I've
been dreaming of for a long time." Dustin and Jet circled each other keeping
the table in between them. Jet ready to pounce at any moment and Dustin
twirling his lasso menacingly. Each one waiting for the other to make the
first move...

Jet and Dustin stood facing each other in a standoff, their eyes locked on
each other waiting for one of them to blink. Dustin slowly twirled his lasso
in his hand while Jet kept himself tense, ready to turn on his speed in an
instant. The room was quiet other than the soft thump of the house music
playing in the club far above them.

"Ya know..." Dustin said, breaking the silence "this could go on all night."

"Fine by me we both know you are going to lose. You always do." Jet sneered
back at him.

"This would be so much easier for both of us if you'd just give in, Jet"
Dustin pleaded, "you have no idea what you are missing!"

"Thats ok, I'll pass on whatever this twisted experiment is you are doing down
here in this pit." Jet snapped back. It was then he noticed something nudged
his foot. He looked down and saw the cocooned henchmen had somehow squirmed
his way over and was gently rubbing up his crotch against his booted foot.

Jet had glanced down for just a moment but that was all Dustin needed. In an
instant the lasso came flying at him. He had just enough time to summon his
speed and dart to the side. The lasso missed his torso but managed to loop on
to his wrist. Dustin gave it a hard tug and rope cinched tightly against Jet's
wrist. As Jet tried to leap away, Dustin pulled back hard and the force made
Jet feel like his arm was going to rip out of his socket. Quickly he grabbed
on to the rope with his free hand and pulled back against Dustin, the two of
them now in a tug of war.

As they pulled hard against each other, Jet quickly came up with a plan. He
summoned his speed to dart around the table and close the distance so he could
have enough slack to knock Dustin on his back. Just as he began to speed up,
Dustin's reflexes sensed what Jet was trying to do and he suddenly released
his grip on the rope. Instead of leaping around the table, Jet went flying
into the concrete wall knocking himself back dazed. Dustin leaped at the
opportunity and picked up the rope and quickly twirled it around looping the
slack around Jet's chest. He gave it a quick pull and Jet's arms were pinned
to his sides. With Jet still slightly dazed, Dustin pulled hard one more time
sending Jet crashing to floor.

Almost with his own super speed, Dustin leaped over the table and jumped on
top of Jet. He quickly pulled his hands behind his back and looped some of the
extra rope around them tying his wrists together tightly. Thankfully the
leather gloves Jet was wearing managed to protect his skin slightly from the
pain. Jet recovered and tried to throw Dustin off his back but he pressed his
weight down on him keeping him pinned to the floor on his stomach. Jet
summoned all his strength and managed to shove Dustin off just enough that he
could lift himself up to a kneeling position. Dustin, however, grabbed Jet's
arms in a bear-hug and pulled him up onto his feet and then slammed him
against the wall. The concrete smacked Jet hard. Dustin pressed himself
against jet, keeping him pinned to the wall so tightly that Jet could feel
Dustin's hardon through both their leather pants pressing against his ass.

"Oh man, this is what I've been dreaming of..." Dustin said breathlessly, his
leather masked face pressed right up against Jet's cheek. Dustin had his left
arm wrapped around Jet's neck and with his right he started feeling Jet up and
down his body. Hungrily Dustin grabbed at his thighs and crotch while he
ground his hardon against Jet's ass. "Look at you in that leather cop outfit,
all tied up, at my mercy. This is heaven!"

"Get off me...now!" Jet snapped trying to struggle but Dustin held him tight.
Dustin continued molesting Jet's body and pressing his masked face against his
neck. He couldn't tell for sure but it almost felt like Dustin was kissing him
through that mask.

"I don't think so, you hot fuck." Dustin whispered in his ears, panting. "He
said once he was done with you, I can have you. And I'm never letting you go
baby." Dustin kept up his sexual assault.

"Who's he? What are you talking about?" Jet demanded. Dustin stopped for a
second.

"Ooh, whoops. I wasn't supposed to mention that." he giggled in his ear. Jet
sensed that he caught him off guard and pushed back with his legs as hard as
he could sending Dustin flying over the table and crashing down onto the
floor. With his speed Jet quickly darted over to Dustin, flipped him over onto
his stomach and pulled his hands behind his back. Using Dustin's own rope he
tied his wrists tightly, then cinched his upper arms together and the
remainder he looped around Dustin's booted ankles pulling them up tight in a
hogtie cinched to the ropes around his arms.

Jet then got up to his feet to catch his breath. Dustin squirmed around a bit
testing the ropes but Jet had tied them tight. Dustin knew there was no easy
way out of this. His rope was almost impossible to break and Jet knew how to a
tie a knot.

"Damn tied up with my own rope. How embarrassing." Dustin stammered squirming
on the floor. "How'd you learn to tie a knot that good? You holding out on me,
lover?"

"Ugh, you wish." Jet barked back, disgusted. Dustin started writing in his
ropes, rubbing his crotch against the floor.

"MMM, come on man. You got me, how about you throw me a bone, eh?" Dustin
cooed at him. "Just a little rub, a little suck maybe...I won't tell I
promise."

Jet had enough. He marched in front of Dustin's head and knelt down, tossing
his cowboy hat off his head. He then grabbed a tuft of Dustin's blond hair and
yanked his head back.

"Ya know all this time you've been stalking me with your sick demented
schemes, I still have no idea what you look like. Its about time I found out."
Jet snapped and quickly ripped the mask off Dustin's face. 'He's actually
kinda good looking' Jet thought to himself. Square jaw, soft lips, high cheek
bones and light eyes. Not at all what Jet was expecting. Dustin didn't seem to
care he just grinned back at him as best he could but the discomfort from
having his head pulled back showed in his eyes.

"Tell me the deal with these things, what are they. Where did you get them?
What do they do? And who is this other person you were talking about?" Jet
barked at him. Dustin just giggled.

"Thats a lot of questions, which one do you want me to answer first?" Dustin
chuckled at him, mockingly. Frustrated, Jet let go of Dustin's hair and his
head flopped down against the floor. Jet stood up and crossed his arms across
his chest glaring down at the helpless leather cowboy at this feet. "Alright,
I'll tell you what you want to know if you do something for me first." Jet
raised his eyebrow.

"Something for you?" he replied incredulously. "You are in no position to be
making demands." Dustin wriggled up closer to Jet's feet and started kissing
and licking his boots.

"Actually" dustin said in between licks, "I think I am. You may have me tied
up, but I know something you don't, so who's really in charge here?" Dustin
chuckled and continued to gently kiss and lick Jet's boots.

"Alright what do you want?" Jet asked his tone laced with contempt. Dustin
looked up into Jet's eyes while he seductively licked the shaft of his boot.

"Guess...stud..." he said with a smile. Jet just rolled his eyes and pulled
his foot away shaking it off like he just stepped in something gross. Dustin
rolled over onto his side and laughed. "You're never gonna find out unless you
get my help" he said thrusting his crotch, the outline of his hardon clearly
visible thru his pants. "So make a choice. Do what I want and you'll find
those missing guys. Or...we can stay down here forever staring at each other."

"I've had enough of your mouth." Jet snapped at him and went over to the table
and grabbed a piece of cloth that was sitting on it. Dustin pursed his lips.

"Oh no...please don't gag me...anything but that..." Dustin mocked and
giggled. Jet stuffed the cloth deep into mouth and then tied it tightly behind
the back of his head.

"There, now at least I can think in peace." Jet mumbled. With Dustin out of
the way Jet went up to the box of worms to get a better look at them. He
gently picked one out of the crate with just the tips of his fingers. It
wasn't really a worm. It was more like a wide piece of a electrical tape, but
it definitely moved on its own. He approached the table so he could look at it
in the light. It was black and shiny, unlike tape it didn't have a sticky side
but somehow managed to stick to his hand. He had to keep moving his fingers to
keep it from wrapping around him.

Jet glanced down at the cocooned henchman still writhing on the floor, the
tape was wound so tightly around him you could almost see the outline of his
leather gear underneath. As he knelt down the small piece of living tape in
his hand seemed to sense the cocoon near him and started to move in that
direction. He noticed the tape around the henchmen started very gently moving,
almost like it was squeezing him and the henchman groaned in response. Not a
groan of pain but one of pleasure. Dustin started giggling through his gag.

"I need to call some back-up, this shit is just too weird." Jet said to
himself. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Damn, no signal, we must be
too deep." He had to find where the kidnapped guys were. he didn't want to
risk leaving and Dustin escaping or one of his other henchman finding him and
letting him go. Jet put the piece of living tape on the table and looked
around. A couple of doors and a bunch of empty cages, just one currently
occupied with the cocoon of the poor guy he saw earlier. Same as the henchmen
he was wrapped head to toe in the shiny tape, and moaning softly in pleasure.

He walked over to one door and tried it out. Locked. Then the other, also
locked. He walked back to the table and started drumming his fingers. He
glanced down and noticed that while he wasn't paying attention, Dustin had
squirmed his way over to the cocooned henchman and was now on top of him
grinding his crotch against him. Jet rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Dustin. Give it a rest for a second. Which door!?" Jet shouted.
Dustin was oblivious to him. And Jet knew he wasn't getting anything else out
of him. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from behind the door on the left. Jet
quietly approached, not noticing that that living tape had squirmed its way to
the edge of the table and fell on top of Dustin's back.

Jet quietly but firmly pulled at the door knob, using his super speed he
jiggled the knob back and forth until the whole thing came loose. He barely
opened the door a crack and peered through. It looked like some kind of large
store room dimly lit from high above. There didn't seem to be any way out of
the room. As he slowly stepped into the room he noticed a light switch in the
off position and flicked it on. The room lit up and he stood in shock at what
he saw. Inside were dozens of shiny black cocoons. All writing around on the
floor some piled on top of each other squirming and groaning. He couldn't get
an accurate number of how many were there but it was way more than the number
of kidnaps the police reported.

"How long has this sick fuck been doing this!?" Jet gasped. He stormed back
into the room with the table. "Alright Dustin, what the f---"

Jet stopped himself as he looked down and saw Dustin still hogtied but now
completely cocooned in black shiny tape. Not only that he was also stuck on
top of the henchman, their tightly cocooned bodies now fused together. Dustin
was groaning in frustration, he could barely move and desperately needed to
get off but there was no leverage. His hardon was trapped unable to get the
friction he needed to orgasm, only when the henchman started wriggling about
was Dustin able to get any relief.

"Serves him right that sick fuck" Jet stammered. He glanced over the cocooned
bodies and realized with horror that the crate of living tape was now empty.
Quickly he scanned the room but there were so many shadows. He could swear he
saw glints of shiny black all around him but he couldn't pin point it.

"Uh oh, this is bad..." he said backing up against the table.

"Yes it is..." he heard voice echo from far away...

Jet took a step forward towards the voice that echoed from the shadows. The
moment he did, hundreds of pieces of the living tape wriggled into the dim
light, surrounding him. He backed up again looking around the room for some
place safe to run but he couldn't find any. He thought in his head if he could
move fast enough they might not be able to get him. Right before he was about
to make the attempt he saw a figure appear from the shadows. It was a man who
looked familiar wearing tight leather jeans and a black t-shirt and boots. As
he stepped into the room Jet noticed the tape ignored him. He smiled a
familiar smile at him and Jet then realized who it was, the shop-keeper from
that store where he bought his leather cop outfit.

"You!?" Jet said in surprise, "what are you doing down here?"

The man walked up and knelt down by the cocooned forms of Dustin and his
henchman. Dustin was still groaning in frustration and making small wiggling
movements and little else. The henchman appeared to be resting. Who knows how
many times he came already. That tape was relentless.

"Poor Dustin." the man said, "he promised me he'd be able to get one of you
super heroes, you in particular, but he seemed a little too sure of himself. I
didn't quite believe him." He stood up and stared at Jet up and down. "Looks
like I was right."

"Who are you? Are you the one behind all this?" Jet asked relaxing just a bit.
He realized that this man was the only one stopping the tape from cocooning
him too so he figured the longer he could keep him talking, the better his
chances of escaping.

"That would be me, yes. And names don't really matter, but you can call me
Jack." the man replied with a smirk. "I know its not terribly creative like
you boys come up with, but I don't need a secret identity." Jack then turned
around and gestured with his hands and Jet could hear the sounds of boots on
the concrete approaching. From the shadows 6 more leathered henchman appeared,
surrounding Jet but keeping their distance.

"Alright, Jack. What is going on here?" Jet demanded still sizing up the
considerable predicament he was now in. Jack stepped up closer to him and
leaned against the table.

"As you probably guessed by now those strands belong to me. See I received
special powers too but mine was a bit unusual." Jack held up his hands and
showed Jet his palms. Jack then pointed his hand towards the cocooned boy
laying in his cage. Suddenly a black strand of tape shot out from his palm and
wrapped itself around the already cocooned boy who started writhing in
response.

"Like I said, strange power." Jack continued. "I noticed sometime later that
these strands make people well...excited" he said with a wink. "And that men
orgasm, they absorb it and grow stronger, then as a result I grow stronger
too. Its pretty amazing, actually." He glanced at the cage and the boy
cocooned inside started writhing and moaning loader. After a few moments the
cocoon tensed and growls escaped it and then it collapsed again exhausted.
Jack closed his eyes and his body shuddered.

"See. Its addictive." he turned and said to Jet with a smile. "Problem is, the
euphoria my strands give their victims only seems to work on normal humans.
The strength I get from them only makes me slightly stronger then the average
person. Not nearly enough for the likes of you."

"But what about Dustin? He seems to be turned on and he's not normal either."
Jet wondered. Jack laughed.

"Oh its not working on Dustin, thats all him. He's just a kinky perv aren't
you Dustin?" Jack hollered at Dustin and then kicked his cocoon with his boot.
Dustin just whimpered in response. "Dustin and I found we shared a fetish so
we got along great. Both our abilities came in handy." Jack explained grabbing
at his crotch. "But in our playtime I discovered some other hidden abilities I
didn't know I had. See I get stronger whenever someone cums into my strands,
and although their aphrodisiac doesn't work on those who are super powered. My
cum, does." He grinned wide. Jet didn't like where this was going.

"So you planned all this just to get me down here." Jet stammered.

"Thats right." Jack said and waved his hand over Dustin's body. The tape
cocoon around him suddenly unwrapped. Jack knelt down and untied Dustin from
his hogtie. He was all sweaty and giggling like a little boy.

"Dude, that was awesome!" Dustin exclaimed jumping to his feet. Jack handed
him the rope and Dustin looped it around his arm. "I told you, Jet, you have
to try it."

"I'll pass." Jet replied icily. Dustin walked behind Jack and pressed himself
up against him, kissing his neck.

"We have to do this a different way then a normal human." Jack said. "See my
strands won't be able to hold you for long, not enough time to get what I
need." Jack gestured and the leathered henchmen stepped forward each of them
holding a rope the same as Dustin's. "We're going to need to secure you
first."

Jet knew it was either now or never. He immediately leaped towards the
stairway back up but Dustin's reflexes were too quick and his lasso tightening
around Jet's chest stopping him in his tracks. Dustin pulled tight and the
henchman gathered close around him.

"Wait!" Jack exclaimed and the henchman stopped. "Strip him first." 2 of the
henchman approached and started removing Jet's boots and clothes. 2 more held
him while they removed the lasso and took off his shirt. Jet stood for a
moment wearing nothing but his skin tight costume. "See I did my homework. I
know your uniform would have stopped my pets from getting to where they need
to go" Jack said as he stepped close to him.

The henchmen held Jet's arms firm while Jack grabbed a hold of the collar of
Jet's costume and pulled it open as far as it could go, which wasn't much. The
small opening was all he needed as Jack took a small piece of tape and dropped
it in then let go of the collar and it snapped back against Jet's chest. Jet
started squirming and hollering as the tape slowly worked its way down his
chest and over his stomach. Dustin and Jack watched with smiles as the skin
tight costume clearly showed the imprint of the tape slowly working its way
down Jet's hard body.

"Get it off of me!" Jet screamed as he felt the tape wrap itself around his
penis. He struggled with all his might but the henchmen held him firm. He
started summoning his speed and henchmen started to loosen their grip. Jack
snapped his fingers and in an instant all 6 henchman plus Dustin jumped on him
tying him with their ropes. They pulled his wrists behind his back and tied
them tight. Then his arms, chest, they wrapped the rope around his wrists to
his waist pinning them to his back, then his legs, calves, ankles. By the time
they were done Jet was nearly mummified in rope, thrashing on the ground. The
henchman stepped back and Dustin and Jack stood over him grinning. Dustin was
grabbing at his crotch licking his lips while Jack merely smiled.

"That will hold him, for sure." Dustin said to Jack. Dustin then knelt down
and started fondling Jet's exposed crotch. Jet could feel the tape squeezing
and pulsing around his dick trying to stimulate him. "Oh man...if only you
could stay like this, you look so hot." Dustin cooed at him and started
running his hands up and down Jet's body. He gently caressed Jet's face with
his gloved hand and Jet violently pulled his head away.

"Get off of me you sick fuck." Jet snapped. Dustin laughed.

"Dustin..." Jack interrupted. "Not yet." Dustin looked disappointed and stood
up. Jack then signaled to one of the henchman who pulled out what looked like
a strap of leather with a hole in the middle.

"We sell these in the shop," Jack explained. "Its a gag designed to silence
the victim but keep their mouths open." Jack grabbed the gag and approached
jet. The henchman picked Jet up and held him in a kneeling position.

"No..get off me! Get that away from me!" Jet yelled and struggled as best he
could. "No! NO! No..glllllmmmmph!!" Jet was cut off as Jack shoved the gag
into his mouth and buckled it tightly behind his head. As the henchman held
him firm, another henchman pulled his head back and held it still. Jack then
starting unzipping his pants and Jet's eyes opened wide as Jack's huge
engorged member flopped out. Dustin giggled and licked his lips while grabbing
his own crotch.

"Grrrppmm uffff mmmeee...nggglm!" Jet tried to scream but the gag prevented
anything intelligible from getting threw. Between the henchman holding him
down and the miles of rope tightly wound around him Jet struggled uselessly
and could only look on in terror as Jack approached him with his huge hardon
while the tape wrapped around his penis continued its relentless stimulation.

"Don't worry, Jet." Dustin said with glee. "It will be quick and you'll be in
heaven!"

Jet struggled as hard as he could but it was no use. Jack walked up to him,
one had wrapped around his hardon, the other he gently caressed Jet's face.
The ropes held Jet's entire body tight and secure, the henchmen holding his
head firm and the cruel gag kept his mouth forced open and buckled tightly
behind his head. The black tape worm wrapped tightly around his penis
relentlessly squeezing it almost as if it was trying to milk him. It was a
humiliating position to be in. Dustin stood behind Jack, grabbing at his
crotch and licking his lips while smiling hungrily at him. The 2 cocooned men
still writhing about in pleasure, moaning behind the tightly wound black shiny
tape sealing their bodies. Jack's huge hardon inches from his face. This isn't
how Jet thought it would end.

"Just relax, boy" Jack cooed at him rubbing his face, "I promise it won't
hurt...much". And with that Jack shoved his penis into the hole in the gag.
Immediately Jet started thrashing about as best he could but with the henchman
holding him firmly and the rope wrapped so tightly around his body all he
could do was wriggle slightly. His mouth was stuffed so much by that he could
almost feel the tip of Jack's penis brushing the back of his throat. The
sensation to gag was overwhelming. "Mmggllmmpph!" was all Jet screamed but
with his mouth gagged and stuffed like it was little noise came out.

Jack began pumping his hips thrusting his cock in and out of Jet's mouth.
Dustin stood behind him jerking his own cock with his leather gloved hand.
Jack pumped harder and harder, Jet only letting out pathetic gurgling noises
as the huge penis filled his mouth.

"Look at how sad and pathetic you are now..hero" Jack stammered, his voice
breathy as he brutally penetrated the young superhero's mouth. Jet felt
helpless, violated...how could this happen? He wondered to himself as tears
welled up in his eyes. "Pwwweease..." was all he could manage to mumble. At
that, Dustin chuckled with glee as he furiously jerked his own hardon just
inches from Jet's face. It was a humiliating sight to see this once great hero
reduced to merely a helpless sex toy.

Suddenly Jack tensed up and grabbed the back of Jet's head plowing his cock as
deep as it would go into his mouth. Jet's eyes bulged as he felt the cock ram
into his mouth and he could feel the reflex reaction of his throat muscles
gagging. Jack groaned and grunted and then suddenly, Jet felt the hot salty
explosion hit the back of his mouth and slide down his throat.
"MMMPPHGGLLMMGG!" he screamed and struggled all he could.

Jack pulled his penis out of Jet's mouth and leaned back, exhausted. Laughing
a long deep, breathy laugh as he zipped back up his pants. Jet still struggled
until the warm that hit his throat started spreading down, into his stomach
and then radiating out across his body. It was...delightful. This soothing
sensation began spreading from his head to his toes. Tingling warmth, as if
millions of tiny fingers were gently caressing his skin. His eyes started to
roll around in his head and he found it hard to concentrate, his body
relaxing, sagging against the tight ropes that bound it. Suddenly the
sensation seemed to coalesce, right at his penis and he became vividly aware
of the gentle but relentless milking the tape worm had been doing the entire
time. Jet became focused solely on that, all other thoughts, cares and
concerns drifted from his mind. He became scarcely aware of his situation or
the people around him. All that mattered to him was the sexual desire that was
building in his crotch and the tightness of the ropes holding him powerless in
their embrace.

The henchman loosened their grip and Jet fell to the floor. Writhing and
squirming around the floor, fighting to stay in control but it was ultimately
futile as he surrendered to the pleasure building inside of him. His hips
started to thrust up and down in almost a blur as he groaned and hollered into
the gag, his face turning bright red, the muscles sealed beneath that tight
uniform strained against the ropes that bound his body. Then in a single
agonizing roar, he finally exploded...the tape worm tightening itself around
his shaft rhythmically gyrating as if it was licking up the semen hungrily.
For a few seconds there was silence. Jet's eyes rolled into the back of his
head as he felt another piece of tape shoot out from his penis and work its
way up his chest, under the ropes and out the collar of his uniform. In a blur
the tape wound itself around Jet's body with a speed it never had before. In
mere seconds Jet's entire body from his neck down to his toes was sealed in a
shiny black cocoon.

Jack cackled with glee his body shuddering at the power that now flowed thru
him. Dustin continued to jerk his hardon over Jet's now cocooned body. Jack
suddenly moved like a blur removing the gag around Jet's mouth. Jet then felt
the tightness of the cocoon around his feet increase as the tape worms began
wrapping him even tighter working there way up his body from his ankles and
the tape around his penis begin its relentless milking yet again. Jet's head
rolled around in ecstasy and he felt the world sliding out of his mind, his
vision blurring. Tighter and tighter his body was embraced, from the tightness
of the uniform he wore, to the miles of rope tightly wrapped around him to the
shiny tape cocoon sealing him even tighter. The tighter it was, the more
aroused he became. Jack quickly darted into view and kissed him deeply on the
lips as the tape worked its way up Jet's neck and over his chin and mouth.
Jack pulled away smiling as the tape worked its way all around his head
leaving only Jet's eyes and nostrils unsealed.

As the last bit of tape came into Jet's view and began to seal his eyes he saw
Dustin's penis erupt on his face then everything went black. For a moment the
cocoon got tighter until it was so tight he could barely move but not so tight
as he couldn't breath. Helpless, blind, deaf and completely sealed...Jet never
felt more pleasure in his life as the tape continued to assault his hardon as
waves of sexual energy writhed up and down his body. This was all he wanted
and he never wanted it to end.

"Night night...hero" Jet barely heard...until another wave of arousal rushed
over his body and he erupted yet again in another fountain of pleasure.