NSFW-Supers Chapter 2

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Supers–Chapter 2

Professor Savage

Vlad opened the closet door and sighed. He was pretty sure the professor had no intention of bringing his clothes back from the cleaners. All the dozens of multicolored jock straps in his bureau’s top drawer were one size too small. The other drawers were empty.

At least it doesn’t get cold here, he thought as he adjusted his cock in the tight cotton.

“Intern!” The professor’s voice echoed through the tunnels and Vlad sighed. Though Professor Kyle was brilliant, his latest proclivity to call himself Professor Savage made Vlad rethink his life choices. That he was addressed as “minion” added to his trepidation.

He’d beaten out over one hundred guys for the position and thought interning with a world-renowned super-genius would look great on his resume. Looking back, he should have been suspicious when all the applicants were men and the ones under serious consideration were gay, built, tanned, and good-looking. The lifelike male robots with huge bulges in their pants should have been a clue too.

Even though the androids were sexy as hell, they made Vlad uneasy. The professor could have at least made them blink now and then.

Popping the elastic of the jock strap so it stung his tanned skin, he sucked it up and got on with the day. He padded barefoot down the long concrete hallway.

“On my way, Professor,” he called.

Professor Savage beamed—literally. He held a control that affected the spliced jelly fish genes he’d implanted that made him luminescent when he chose. It wasn’t useful for anything other than drawing attention to himself, so he only used it to show he was in an incredibly good mood. Since the professor only wore an open lab coat with nothing underneath it, even his cock glowed.

Sunlight glared through the dome overhead, glinting off all the metal, wires, and computer equipment. The sun almost always shone. That’s why the professor had chosen the island as his hideout. He’d bought the island and ringed it with resorts.

Then he moved into the hollowed out remains of the volcano that had formed the island. Dormant for a few thousand years, it was the perfect place to work in private. He put a dome over the top and used the lava tubes as hallways and rooms, Mother Nature had practically built his hideaway herself. Had she known how it would be used, she mightn’t have bothered.

“Today is the day, my boy,” the professor said, bouncing up and down like a child. Vlad hated when he called him “my boy” almost as much as “minion.” He was only two years younger. He also hated that the professor got to wear a lab coat, though he never buttoned it up, at least his ass wasn’t exposed in a jock. The professor claimed that being unrestrained by clothing helped him think.

“The day my clothes come back from the cleaners?” Vlad asked.

The professor chuckled. “No. Today is the day my greatest experiment will be complete. It’s the day we implement my Phallonium Reduction Injection Cock-shaped Knob.”

The dome generated enough electricity to power a small country. Right then, much of that electricity arced between a mesh of wires and instruments surrounding the single piece of equipment they’d spent months creating.

In the center of the table with the morning sun glinting off the head, stood a sleek metal dildo nicknamed PRICK. Eight inches of dense metal, cast in an exact replica of Vlad’s cock. For its purposes, the details were completely unnecessary. No superpower delivery system needed carefully crafted head and veins, but that’s how the professor wanted it.

“That’s not just reflection, is it? It’s glowing.” Vlad squinted to make sure it wasn’t an illusion. He studied the creepily familiar shape and felt the original stir.

“Yes. Once it’s fully powered, it will be its own generator.” The professor smiled as he admired the shape. “This will show everyone.”

Kyle had been a scrawny kid in college. He’d been attracted to the jocks. Swimmers, runners, football players, it didn’t matter. He loved muscle. Unfortunately, anyone who had muscles also liked them on other people and didn’t give Kyle a second glance. He’d messed around with his fellow nerds, but every time he sucked a skinny guy’s dick, he became more distraught and resentful.

Being a genius, he’d realized that he could also gain muscle and began working out. Even after he was defined and good looking, men only paid attention to him long enough to fuck him, because though his body had changed, the resentment remained. His body attracted the right men, but his personality drove them away. Ten years later, he had a plan.

He would inject himself with permanent sex appeal. He’d found a way to make himself completely irresistible to men. If everything worked as planned, when he entered a room, every cock in the place would act as a dowsing rod, pointing straight at him. There were indications that other side effects could occur too, but he put that out of his mind.

If he could seduce anyone, he could manipulate and blackmail himself into a position of power. Then he’d be able to get revenge on the man he hated most—Captain Powers. Initial experiments had been successful.

He’d injected himself with the compound and, for a while, Vlad couldn’t keep his hands—or his cock—off of him. That was when he’d gotten the idea and the mold for the final delivery system that would permanently change his genetics. The bioluminescence may have seemed silly to outsiders, but he’d used it as an initial experiment to change his body with something harmless, and something he could turn on and off. The next one would be permanent.

Vlad admired the glowing metal cock. Though he’d seen that exact shape every day of his life, the dick attached to his body filled the restraining jock.

How narcissistic can a person get, he thought as he shifted his increasingly uncomfortable dick?

The professor laughed. “The power in the device is working already,” he said as he gestured to his growing dick. And he leered as the head of Vlad’s cock slipped out the side of the jock. Without taking his eyes off Vlad’s crotch, he said, “But, there will be plenty of time to take care of that later.” He flicked the exposed head of Vlad’s dick. “It’s almost ready.”

1541528641436923414.jpgVlad backed away from the device and felt the pull on his dick lessen. He leaned against one of the control panels, willing his excitement to ebb.

“Be careful over there,” the professor said.

Vlad realized he was leaning against the generator’s power controller and jumped away. Something tugged his jock strap. The elastic on his right ass cheek had snagged on a lever. Instinctively, he pulled—the jock stayed stuck, but the lever pulled from the five setting to ten.

The PRICK grew brighter as more and more sparks flew around the metal grids. Vlad’s hair stood on end as electricity filled the room.

The professor screamed.

A blinding flash and the impact of the explosion sent him flying against the wall of the lab. Everything went fuzzy, then dark.

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