Operation Manpower Chapter five: Hero Hunt
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Lex Luthor sat in the space that served him both as office from which to contemplate conquering the world and as observation room from which to look out over his secret bunker, or maybe warehouse would be a better word for it. The cavernous room was a forest of man-sized holding tubes in a majority of which now' resided the "volunteers" Operation Manpower had "recruited" up to that point
Since the day he had shown the world governments how to take down metas with his demonstration on Hawk and Dove, and then proved practicable by kidnapping all the Titans, teen and otherwise, they had all signed on and set about their secret project—some with more enthusiasm than others, to be sure, and a few with a vengeance. Luthor made a note of which governments were seriously on board, which opposed him still, and which were clearly too dangerous to let go after this operation was over. Meanwhile he reviewed clips from various take-downs that he was archiving.
Slade Wilson, the Terminator, for example. Luthor had already taken partial vengeance on the assassin by abducting and dildo-fucking his sex-addled son, Jericho, but the one-eyed villain's own capture was just as satisfying. The evil genius pressed some keys and brought up the footage of that vengeance monster's take-down.
The grim white-haired assassin had followed a trail that was supposed to lead him to Beast Boy who was rumored to be off on his own for some less than obvious reason. If any other Titan had done this, Deathstroke would have been suspicious, but Beast Boy was an idiot. Deathstroke had never been one to look a gift kill in the mouth, and he had come to this secluded spot where he found a trail of items from the animal shifter's uniform littering a trail into the woods. Recognizing that it was possibly a trap, the assassin had set off through the undergrowth paralleling Beast Boy's path—which was where he fell into the real trap.
Purple rays at level six caught Deathstroke in a crossfire and dropped him in an instant. By the time the hunters got to him, the master assassin had cut the crotch out of his orange trunks and was furiously flogging a quite respectable 10 inch cock. They dialed the level of the ray up another level, and Deathstroke tore the rest of his uniform away. Now jaybird naked, he was beating his rigid meat while also sinking fingers into his own butthole. He stared up at the hunters as they gathered around him, his eyes smoldering with lust. Since Deathstroke had not been slowly and methodically introduced to the purple ray, he realized that something was clearly wrong with this situation, but he was powerless to resist the urges that were driving him to these acts of mortifying self-abuse.
The hunters watched as the conscious Deathstroke caught up with the subconscious. From the glazed look that came over his eyes, they could tell their victim was on the verge of begging them to fuck him, but they weren't imbecile enough to fall for that. Once any of them stepped into the ray, he'd be just as enthralled as Deathstroke was, but lacking the villain's enhanced stamina that man would probably end up dead from sexual overload. Instead they tossed their victim one of Luthor's purple glowing butt plugs (in its dildo form). Usually, this was meant to seal the prey's defeated state, but in this case the white-haired hunk immediately plunged the substitute cock into his hot eager asshole and started fucking himself.
"Argh, yeah!" the assassin screamed as he sodomized himself into a fuck frenzy, "Yeah, oh fuck, yeah, me, fucking my fucking hole!"
"How long should we let him do this?" one of the hunters asked his CO as the master assassin gave an award-winning performance with his self-debauching.
Every hunter had his dick out now, masturbating away, and the commander could tell his entire command was just a step from throwing themselves at the ray-addled sex-pig.
"Everybody stay back. We'll let him stew for just a little longer," said the commander, "Then we'll bring him off. After that we'll give this whore the cum-bath he so desperately wants. Mr. Luthor will appreciate the extra footage."
Methodically they worked Terminator up through the few remaining levels of intensity. They tossed him a flesh jack--and another regular dildo (best not to wonder why the agents had such things on them) and watched, thoroughly enjoying the one-man show Wilson was putting on. The white-haired fox suckled on the extra dildo while his hands used the purple dildo and flesh jack to torment his body.
"Now," the commander said at last, and the man with the ray-gun slapped the white button.
Wilson's body went into spasms and all but jack-knifed. The dildo fell from his mouth, and he howled as his cock erupted.
"Arggggghhhhhh!"
Hot sperm like lava spewed from the end of his dick and ran down the thick shaft, over his fingers, and then through the cleft in his ass. More than a bit found its way into his hole as his self-dildoing ground slowly to a halt, and a length he slumped in post-orgasmic exhaustion.
The government men finished themselves, wanking out their loads onto the assassin's sweaty face and torso. Wilson's tongue lolled out, catching remnants of a couple of loads that had landed around his mouth, and smiled as the hunters pushed the purple dildo all the way into his self-battered hole, changing its form back to that of a butt-plug They retrieved their other toys and fit the purple ring around the base of Deathstroke's cock and balls. Like the quarry of some old-fashioned great white hunter, they tied the new "volunteer" by his hands and feet to a pole. Hefting the pole and letting Deathstroke swing back and forth, they carried him away to be delivered to Mister Luthor.
Yes, Lex really was in hog heaven over that footage, and he stroked his own cock under the desk while he watched it. The white-haired stud would soon arrive and join many of the objects of his former homicidal fixation. Maybe he should let Jericho see the footage of his father's capture? Or maybe he should just put them side by side in the collection.
While the first clip was magnificent, though, three more messages came in to distract the evil genius. He checked the summaries and immediately copied the attached videos into a file labeled "Blond Trilogy" before actually viewing the first.
Luthor would never have believed that the egotistical Booster Gold might turn out to be such a pig bottom, let alone be able to suck his own cock, but there he was, licking around his purpled cockhead while Blue Beetle long-dicked him like a prize whore. Of course, Luthor supposed, the bastard would have to do everything better than his friends. The two definitely not gay hero buddies were now going after each other with a vengeance born of years of denied mutual attraction. That made it all the sweeter when they inevitably experienced the absolute ecstasy that came with level 10. The orgasms, both in volume and intensity, were an epic display. They always were, but the addition of the purple ray made it all the more poignant.
"Purple ray," Luthor mused, "Better than Spanish Fly."
The second clip showed Aquaman fighting Black Manta (he did that a lot). This time, though, he was after his dark nemesis in the mistaken belief that the Manta had had some hand in Aqualad's disappearance.
"You will tell me what you did with him!" the blond hero roared in his Lord-of-the-Seas voice. Luthor nearly laughed out loud; he'd love to tell the sea king the reality of the situation, and soon he probably would.
Locked in combat, the well-muscled bodies strained against one another, and it looked like Aquaman was well on the road to victory when the intrusion of the purple ray changed the focus of their private fight club session. As the light intensified, the blond and black hunks dropped everything else, including their bulging skintight suits, and now grappled instead in fevered foreplay. The hunters worked the two metas up into a crazy midwater 69. Big dicks plugged unresisting throats until even Luthor began to get worried.
"I know they don't need to breathe air," he thought, "But presumably they have to breathe something other than cock."
Apparently that idea occurred to the capture team too, because they transitioned the cock-sucking duo away from their oral pleasuring up to a frantic flip-flop ass-fucking session. Manta's face was scrunched up and all but unreadable as he endured his enemy's anal assault, but, when they switched, the look on Aquaman's face (thank you, human heritage) was priceless. When the big black cock rammed into him for the first time, Aquaman's mouth formed a tight O, and his eyebrows lifted almost into his hair-line with surprise. Then a look of eager pleasure contorted his face. Manta's face took on a look of cruel meter out of justice as he banged his pelvis up against Aquaman's muscular backside. As far as Luthor was concerned, it was a toss-up as to which facial expression was the most fascinating, that of the blond or the black, that of the breeder or the bred.
Events took an interesting turn when, after switching back, Aquaman called up an octopus from the depths. The hunters stood back and gawked as the creature's tentacles reached out to penetrate the sea-lord's fuck-hole. First one, and then several, stretched his hole, then another tentacle reached towards Manta and joined Aquaman's cock in sodomizing the dark-skinned sea-stud. And then when they changed again, and again, the tentacles remained in place, making this abduction one of the hottest Luthor had witnessed.
"Go, Team Fucktopus," he thought.
Beating his meat furiously, Luthor wondered which meta the hunters would ultimately allow to seed the other. Probably Aquaman. The hunter teams harbored an undisguised prejudice in favor of the heroes. Lex, of course, was cheering for Black Manta.
And he was disappointed—of course. As the white light of level 10 washed over the slamming bodies, Aquaman, his cock buried balls deep in Manta, bellowed. A special camera angle showed his testicles pull up tight in his king of the oceans scrotum as they unloaded, pardon, a deluge of swimmers into his aquatic man-bitch. Black Manta's cock simply shot wad after wad of cum into the warm ocean waters where the little fishes immediately congregated to consume the spermy froth.
Luthor's favorite clip of the three, though, proved to be the drone footage of a rooftop in Star City. A purple ray trap had caught its prey, and the two heroes who'd stumbled into it now stared at one another in rapt attention as the ray subverted their civilized impulses. The camera drone didn't miss a moment as Green Arrow tore his son Connor's vest open and ran his hands over the young man's smooth muscular chest. Connor, the Red Arrow, followed his father's lead, and soon both heroes were bare chested. Fingers found and teased nipples into rigid nubs, and then the two leaned forward into their first father/son French-kiss. Chest to chest, they hugged and kissed and ground. Hands slid down bodies until each had the other's ass cheeks cupped in his hands. Pelvises rubbed against each other, and the drones documented the archers' distended packages, tights stained by the pre-cum each was leaking in buckets. From there it was only a short step to groping one another. The outlines of the vigilantes' big shafts were now distinct (and impressive) enough to grace the cover of any porn video case.
A clumsy oaf of a hunter inadvertently clicked the ray up several levels all at once, and Arrow all but threw Connor to the ground onto his stomach and tore away his scarlet tights. Then he dove in and began to eat the young man's ass open. That they skipped cock-sucking all together told Luthor something about the unspoken passion that had bubbled under the surface of this relationship for all these years. Poor Black Canary. Hell, poor Arsenal. Connor whimpered at the attack from Arrow's tongue and raised his ass to give his father better access to his sweet pucker. Arrow reached under and, grabbing hold of Connor's shaft, began to milk the young stud in addition to rimming his virgin ass.
Gasp whimper gasp whimper, went the boy. Slurp slurp slurp, went the older hunk.
The ray flashed again, and Arrow flipped the younger blond onto his back into missionary position--skipping doggie style altogether. If Luthor had harbored any doubts about Arrow's suppressed desire for his boy, this put them to rest. The dominant top daddy stared down possessively at spread bottom boy. Pulling down the waistband of his own tights, Arrow let his shaft flop out free. Then, cock in fist, Arrow bored into Connor's previously unbreached hole.
The scream that tore from the lad was what supervillains with voyeuristic tendencies lived for. Incestravaganza!
The one camera drone was joined by others that proceeded to catch the action from all sides, zooming in occasionally for close-up views of the hot blond-on-blond action. Anyone might have been forgiven for imagining that Connor's ass was a street thug that Arrow was trying to beat into turning over a new leaf. Judging from the look on Connor's face, the vigilante playboy was succeeding. The camera spent quite some time on the anguished (and yet more satisfied than anyone could have imagined) face of the ass-bred archer boy before turning to that of his engrossed grinning ravager.
"Fuck me, Father! Fuck your naughty boy!" Connor screamed.
Luthor shook his head. The boy was gorgeous, but he was so socially awkward. "Fuck me, Father!"? Who talked like that? At least the Green Arrow had a better idea of what the situation demanded.
"Yeah, I'll fuck you, you slut! Hot little whore slut! Take daddy's cock! Fat cock! All for you!"
"Yes, Fath—" and Connor finally caught on, "—Daddy! Yes! Fuck your boy, Daddy!"
Arrow's stamina was legendary, and the boy was young and eager enough to keep up with the man fucking him—through position after position after position. Damn, but these two had missed their calling. They should either have been star circus gymnasts or else world-class porn actors. Now, thanks to the miracle of video, they would be the second, remembered for this fuck-fest long after their heroic antics had been forgotten.
Of course, not even this show could last forever. The human body, including the human cock, had its limits. Oliver was on his knees between Connor's spread legs, when the white-light flash that signaled level 10 encompassed them. Arrow fell on his back, his legs bent back beneath him, but his cock and his son's stood up together like two soldiers. Without benefit of hands the two shafts spurted fountains of white-hot man goo up into the air. It was quite a sight, because their loads shot up into the air and seemed to hang for just a moment before falling back to land on the heaving flushed flesh of sweaty chest and belly. Luthor noted that the Arrow had even managed to land a gob onto his own face where it caught and glistened in his blond beard. Beautiful.
Most surprising, though, was that Connor retained enough control of himself, even after his soul shattering orgasm, to be able to sit up and lean in to where he could suckle on the Green Arrow's still stiff cock. And he kept sucking, even as the hunters made it to the rooftop and prepared the two studs for transport.
Lex knew he'd be jacking off to this clip for years to come. And as if to make good on this idea, the villain re-cued the third video, unzipped his pants, and beat Little Lex until he spat.
Those clips were the cream of the crop, but throughout the following days more and more metas (both heroes and villains) arrived at the bunker, as did the clips of their captures.
"Fuck," Luthor thought prophetically as he watched the capture of the Russian, Red Star, "With the purple-ray I could be master of the most incredible all-male bordello the world has ever seen."