NSFW-Supers Chapter 4

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Sorry, I don’t know why this didn’t go out as scheduled…. So, we’re jumping back a chapter.

Chapter 4

Savage

Savage’s head ached. He moved his arms and legs, checking for damage. Everything seemed in working order. He grabbed the top of a nearby filing cabinet and pulled himself up, ignoring the shower of plaster debris falling from his hair.

He’d just begun brushing dust off himself when he noticed a section of his lab coat smoldering. After slamming it to the floor and stomping until the fire was out, he picked it back up and threw it over his shoulder.

“Vlad,” he croaked.

In the smoking ruins of the lab and shattered glass from the overhead dome, it was hard to tell what still worked and what didn’t. The only thing he could tell for sure was unaffected was the weather machine he’d tinkered with the year before. Flooding Capital City, the home of that asshole Captain Powers, had been a little more tricky than he’d thought it’d be. He’d kept it around anyway. After he seduced and conquered Powers, he might as well flood the city. Just to show he could.

But he’d worry about that later. He climbed over wreckage toward the twenty foot wide crater where the PRICK had been.

A howl built in his chest and he scrambled faster. His foot caught on something stretchy, and he fell flat on his face. He jerked his leg as hard as he could, and Vlad let out the same howl Savage had meant to.

Vlad bolted upright sending a shower of plaster dust into the air. He grabbed Savage’s foot and jerked it free of his jock strap before laying back down, one hand grabbing his head and the other rubbing where the strap had pressed into his skin.

Savage scrambled toward the crater again. “Don’t just lay there!” he yelled. “Help me find it!”

He threw pieces of rubble aside. It has to be here. It has to be here.

The remote he’d planned to use to blow up the moon, the detonator that would have sunk Australia, plans to level the Rockies; everything but what he wanted.

Vlad stuck his semi-exposed dick back into his strap and struggled to his feet. “We won’t find anything in this mess.” He moaned and tried to steady himself on a fallen girder. “My head…”

“Fuck your head!” Savage spun around and his skin glowed an almost blinding green.

Vlad covered his eyes, and Savage took deep breaths to get his luminous skin under control. Worst superpower ever, he thought.

“We have to find the PRICK. It’s my life’s work.” He turned back to the rubble and tossed aside as many of the chunks as he could lift. “This is getting me nowhere.”

He raised his fingers to his lips and whistled. “Puppets!”

Eight metal doors on the north side of the room groaned as they started to rise. Four of them whirred and clanked but were blocked or bent so badly they wouldn’t budge. The others opened and four identical, jock-strapped men stepped out into the wreckage.

“Shit.” Savage shook his head, hoping four would be enough. “Help me,” he commanded.

The robots walked smoothly over the rubble. He’d improved them a lot since their inception. They’d started out as nothing but sex toys—metal frames with penises. But he’d upgraded their agility, skin, and strength. If he could do something about their brains, he wouldn’t need to keep bringing in human assistants.

His eyes narrowed as he watched Vlad scuff his foot across the floor, acting like he was following orders. Maybe I can transplant his brain… A thought for another time.

“Vlad! Seriously! Go look over there!” Savage pointed to the other side of the room. “You’re more likely to find it than they are.”

Vlad cocked his head, confused.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Savage grabbed his crotch and shook it. “If you get a boner for no reason, you’ve found it. Now get moving!”

Vlad let out a big sigh and made his way across the mountains of rubble.

“Start by walking the perimeter and work your way about five feet closer to the center every time.”

Vlad looked down at his bare feet, obviously thinking of his delicate skin and all the sharp, hot metal.

Savage didn’t have time to worry about it. His feet were bare, and he planned to do the same thing from the inside of the room out. “Do it!” he yelled.

Within minutes, his androids had cleared a path to the center of the room. He approached the PRICK table. The insatiable desire to fuck that he’d felt in the metal cock’s proximity was nowhere to be found.

He took a deep breath, stepped five feet away from the center of the room and made a circle, climbing over anything in the way.

lightningDid disconnecting it from the power source deactivate the whole thing? If that was the case, he’d never find it. But that seemed unlikely. When he’d injected himself with phallonium, Vlad’s cock was uncontrollable for days. Even though heavy-duty metal encased the element, it should have an effect, boosted or not.

They met an hour and a half later. His cock hadn’t moved and Vlad’s jock strap was full, but not phallonium-full.

He wanted to fall into Vlad’s arms and cry. Or have his androids carry him to bed—and cry. But, that’s not what Super-Geniuses do.

Instead, one tear fought to get out of his eye as he looked up at the mouth of the volcano, completely open to the sky.

“Shit,” he whispered.

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