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I'm 'Aristocratically_Aroused.'

A quick introduction: I'm a twenty something bisexual male who lives somewhere really cold! I love writing erotic short stories and series in my spare time!

Some themes I enjoy writing are: Sci-Fi settings, gay men, straight, friends to lovers, tender/caring, and power dynamics, ie. Someone with physical and/or social power vs someone without either. But the characters involved are always consenting. I delve a little into bondage, but never strictly BDSM.

Themes I don't write about are: non-consensual situations, groupies, anything degrading, BDSM, and lesbians (I don't know the first thing about being one lol.)

That's everything about me!

Let me know what you think of the story, I'd love your feedback!

Enjoy!

Fucking a Death Row Superhero

Chapter 1

Superheroes: nothing more than supervillains who can't overpower the law.

Ezrin believed this was true of all heroes. 

All, accept one.

Entropy; the greatest superhero to ever live; huge, strong, able to manipulate any non-living material just by looking at it. He seemed untouchable, incorruptible, and completely inaccessible. It was every person’s dream to meet him. 

Ezrin was no exception. Growing up he had been drawn to the man in ways every young man was, and in ways they weren't. 

As the years tallied, and his Rank in the Hero’s Court grew, so too did his distaste for all heroes. Only Entropy seemed to survive the poison of disenchantment.

He still hoped, even now, in spite of the fact that Entropy, once the number one hero, had just returned from toppling a foreign government.

Ezrin was being led to a biologically constructed holding chamber to speak with, now, the world’s greatest super villain; Entropy.

The infinite versatility of his power to manipulate non-living materials demanded that no manufactured materials be brought into the chamber. This included any and all articles of clothing.

Leaves, vines and other living materials were once used for modesty, but after a single dead leaf from a vine was used to incapacitate a guard, it was decided that modesty was a small sacrifice in the face of world safety. 

The chamber itself was black and flesh-like, created from a single fungus, artificially transformed by Gia’s plant manipulation powers. 

Ezrin was guided to a changing room; nothing more than a partition of living fungus. The play at modesty seemed a thoughtful but silly touch. There was no room for modesty in the holding chamber.

Ezrin stepped naked into the soft interior of the chamber. A guard repeated the two hour time limit, before the airlock door shut behind him with a wet click, leaving Ezrin alone, in a room of baffling size, with the world’s most dangerous man.

The chamber was dark; its distant walls invisible beneath their own shadow. The only light was a dim bio-luminescent bulb, illuminating in warm tones the bound, naked form of Entropy. 

He approached slowly. Ezrin’s position in the Hero’s Court came with a just amount of pride. But, as he stood before the glistening, muscular form of the world’s most powerful man, he couldn’t help but feel woefully inadequate. The pinstriped suit Ezrin always wore like a symbol of power and control, now stripped away, seemed to expose him for what he was; Frail, petite, soft, and feminine. Not qualities he disliked necessarily, but they were yet more obstacles that he had to overcome when demanding respect from his lessers.

But now, as Ezrin looked at the man, hands and feet bound, arms and legs stretched out as he hung in a semi-reclined position just above the ground, he couldn’t help but feel a resurgence of his own power. There was nothing Entropy could do to him, even if he wanted to. Ezrin, by his simple nature of freedom, was as a god to this prisoner. 

Seemed that context and circumstances were Ezrin’s super powers here. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” The deep but soft voice of Entropy startled Ezrin from his thoughts, not realizing he had been staring for what was apparently an inappropriate amount of time.

“Sorry.” He said. Wait, why was he apologizing? Entropy was a criminal, Ezrin was the law. 

“Interesting, I haven’t heard that one before.” Said Entropy, a rye smile touching his lips. “Look kid-” 

“I’m twenty two.” Ezrin interrupted.

“Whatever, ‘Twenty-Two.’” continued Entropy. “If you’re here for answers, I don’t have any that will satisfy you, and certainly none that I haven’t given to every other talking pair of balls that walked in here. If you’re here for fan-service, well.” He gestured downward with his head. 

Ezrin blushed as his eyes flicked to Entropy’s crotch. His whole body was hairless, like his own. Had he been shaven? Determined to maintain formality, he cleared his throat. 

“I want to know why.” He said, attempting confidence. 

At this Entropy erupted into thunderous laughter. Ezrin couldn’t help but stare at his large penis that wagged lazily as he laughed. His large, muscular body glistened under the strange lighting as he moved. 

“Why?!” Entropy thundered.

“Yes.” Ezrin replied, crossing his arms. “I want to know why you did it.”

“If you’re going to try and make some sort of moral appeal to the court, that ship has sailed son. World politics is a game far too big for you to play. I might be the world’s strongest hero, but in the face of world powers, I might as well be a civilian like you.”

“Tell that to the Saphrakin Government.” Said Ezrin, confidently stepping closer. “You said ‘to hell with world politics’ and took matters into your own hands. If you’re half the hero I think you are, it was for a damn good reason. So tell me.”

“What is this?” Said Entropy, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“An appeal to the truth.” Said Ezrin obstinately. 

“You don’t think I haven’t already told every Tom, Dick and Jerry who came in here asking? You don’t think that if the powers that be actually cared about the truth, that you would’ve heard it by now? It no longer matters. I did what I had to, and now I pay the price.” 

“Entopy-”

“I’m not Entropy, not anymore. Call me Victor.” 

“Victor, just tell me.” Said Ezrin, placing a gentle hand on Victor’s bare leg. 

“This is personal. Isn’t it?” Said Victor , smirking halfheartedly. 

“I…” Ezrin began, feeling suddenly vulnerable. “I just want to know if the man I’ve looked up to my whole life is a lie.” 

“Ezrin.” Victor said, locking Ezrin with his fierce gaze. “I did what I did, to save the lives of millions. That’s all I can say.”

“I understand… Thank you, I-” Ezrin stopped, as his eyes fell to Victor’s penis. To his shock, it had enlarged slightly, and was beginning to rise. Ezrin released his hand suddenly, blood rushing to his face. 

“I- I’m so sorry lad” Victor began to fumble his words. “That.. It’s… You see.” 

Ezrin chuckled a little, seeing the large intimidating face of Entropy, no, Victor, flustered and embarrassed like that. 

“It’s okay, Victor.” Ezrin began. “I doubt you’ve had many, uhm, opportunities to…”

“Yeah…” Said Victor, his face flushing slightly. 

“But…” Ezrin said, stepping a little closer again. “I thought you were-”

“Straight?” Said Victor with a laugh. “The girlfriends certainly didn’t help that image.”

“So you’re?”

“Bisexual… yes.”

“Oh…” Ezrin said absently, his mind wandering, as too did his gaze, back to the still increasing penis. 

“I’m sorry.” Said Ezrin. “I wish I could help you.”

Victor raised an eyebrow. 

“N-no!” said Ezrin frantically, heat rising in his neck and ears. “Not like… I mean. What I mean to say is. If I could get you a magazine, or... You know-”

Victor laughed again, but this time a hearty, genuine laugh, one full of real mirth. 

“I know what you meant.” Said Victor as he eyed him up and down. “You’re altogether too uptight, boy.” 

“What are you doing?” said Ezrin, feeling a bit vulnerable beneath his gaze. 

“Seems you and I aren't so very different.” Victor gestured downward with his eyes.

Ezrin looked down. To his shock and dismay, he had himself become fully erect without his noticing. Normally the chastising force of pants kept him informed. 

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean…”

“It’s alright, lad.” Victor said. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Perhaps, you’re a bit pent up as well. I doubt a high ranking job in the Heroes Court is very stimulating.”

“How did you-”

“Know you were a court member? It’s all in how you carried yourself into this room. The arrogance is in your stride. You desire control, demand respect, you want the world to be just as you think it should be.”

Ezrin, suddenly feeling even more naked as Victor undressed him so thoroughly with his words, tried to hide his erect penis with his hands.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” Ezrin said with a chuckle. “No one can see you. My powers prevent the use of any surveillance cameras, even inferred can’t penetrate these bio-walls. This chamber is about as private as it gets.”

Ezrin sheepishly stood up straight again, removing his hands to reveal his penis again.

“Besides” Victor resumed. “If you pardon my forwardness, you are a sight for sore eyes.” 

Victor's penis began to rise faster.

Ezrin, quite to his own surprise, began to move closer. just close enough to be between Victor’s feet. What was he doing? He didn’t know. Blood began to pound in his ears. 

“I suppose.” Ezrin said softly. “You’re not so bad yourself.” He placed a hand on his leg, his own penis beginning to pulsate. 

“How much time did they give you?” Victor asked.

“I should have about two hours left.” Said Ezrin, shyly. “It’s enough time, if perhaps. If you needed it, I could… assist you.”

“It’s dangerous, you could get in trouble.”

“You said it yourself,” Ezrin said as he stepped forward, allowing Victor’s penis to brush his chest. “no one can see us. And no one will be checking on us.” At these words, Ezrin gently took Victor's penis between his hands. Victor exhaled suddenly through his nose, closing his eyes. Ezrin couldn’t believe it. It was happening so fast. But, in reality, not so fast for Ezrin. He knew in his heart that this is what he had wanted to do. He wanted this ever since he first masturbated to a poster of a shirtless Entropy in his bedroom.

Victor’s dick was large and hot between his hands, and because he was completely hairless, it felt soft and supple, while noticeably stiffening at his touch. As he squeezed his penis, a large amount of precum came out, obviously built up over the last few minutes. Ezrin caught it, and pulling back the foreskin, began to stroke the penis slowly, using the viscous liquid as lubricant.

“Is this okay?” Ezrin asked.

“You don’t have to do this lad.” Ezrin said, his voice seeming to catch in his throat. “In fact you shouldn’t, you’re far too young.”

“No.” Ezrin said. “I.. I want to do this. I’ve always wanted to touch you. Besides, I’m an adult now, there’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing. If anything you’re the one who’s consent I should be concerned with.” 

Ezrin stopped for a moment. “Do you… want this?” 

Victor stared for a long time at Ezrin. Then, color rising to his face, he said “Yes. Yes, I want this.”

Ezrin resumed stroking Victor's large cock. He couldn’t keep a smile from plastering his face. He was finally touching his hero.Ezrub had never touched another man’s penis before, but he knew exactly how he liked to stroke his own. They both fell silent, and soon all that could be heard was the wet sliding of his hand on Victor's penis, and the hero’s breath which steadily became heavier.

“I-I’m getting close.” Said Victor after some time. Ezrin stopped. “You can’t finish so soon!” Ezrin said. “Not after such a long dry spell, it wouldn’t be satisfying at all.”

Ezrin climbed up on top of Victor, causing him to swing slightly like a hammock. Ezrin’s petite naked body was dwarfed as he straddled the large muscular form of Victor. 

“What are you doing?” Asked Victor, smiling.

“I don’t want you to finish just yet.” said Ezrin with a grin “So in the meantime, you can just watch me. And after I just did you a great service, I thought it only fair that I get to feel you up a bit.” 

“Seems fair” said Victor, now staring Ezrin up and down, his small pale body atop Victor’s own tanned, toned torso. Clearly, Victor preferred petite men, Ezrin thought.

Ezrin began to stroke his own cock, his eyes closing. He began to gyrate his hips, Victor's dick resting between his asscheeks. 

Ezrin stopped stroking himself after a moment. He put a hand on Victor's chest, and sliding it upward, layed forward, his chest pressed to Victor’s. His body was so small in comparison that his head barely came up to Victor’s chin. He slid upward, the moisture of the air making their bodies slick, and with a mouth to Victor’s ear whispered “Your body makes me so horny.”

He grabbed hold of Victor’s shoulders with both hands, and pressing his hips downward, began sliding his pelvis up and down, grinding his dick on Victor's rippling abdominals.

Ezrin began to breathe hard as the pleasure overtook him. He had never been this close to anyone, and of all people, the greatest hero in the world. He felt almost powerful, he could do whatever he wanted. This hero, this god among men, was completely within Ezrin’s control.  

Ezrin soon began to lose the sensation of individual muscles on his dick as the rippling motion on his penis melted into a single, homogeneous, mesmerizing flow of sexual sensation. Just when he felt himself about to finish, Victor’s voice broke him from his reverie. 

“Ezrin.” 

He looked up, his eyes meeting Victor’s.

“You’re so pretty.” Victor said, smiling. 

Ezrin slid upward, and grabbing hold of the back of Victor’s neck he pulled himself forward and kissed him. 

Ezrin reached down, and began stroking his own cock while their lips interlocked. 

After a long moment, he pulled away, their eyes meeting again.

“I want you inside me.” Ezrin said softly, almost inaudibly. He was shocked when the words left his lips as if of their own accord. 

Suddenly, and with great effort, Victor brought his hands, which were bound at the wrists, inward to grab hold of Ezrin. He gasped as Victor’s hands wrapped around him. His hands were so large that they wrapped all the way around Ezrin’s belly, as if he were nothing more than a tree branch.

Without a word, Victor moved Ezrin slowly downward towards his penis. Ezrin knew his intention. He reached behind and grabbed hold of Victor’s penis, positioned the tip on his asshole, and slowly, very slowly, Victor pressed Ezrin down onto it. Ezrin’s ass resisted slightly, before finally giving way, and Ezrin slid suddenly down onto Victor’s penis with a satisfying shlick as its large mass entered Ezrin’s ass. 

Though Ezrin had no experience with men, Victor's girth was no issue. He felt every inch of it as Victor slowly pressed Ezrin further down, pushing Victor’s dick ever deeper. He could feel it engorging even more while inside him. Victor released a breathy “Holy fuck.” 

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Said Victor. “We don’t have to continue.”

“Listen Victor.” Said Ezrin, hardly able to think with Victor’s pulsating dick inside him.“Maybe I can’t do much for you. Maybe I can’t change what happens to you. And maybe I can’t change the minds of those bastards in power. For now, all I have to offer you is this little body. You don’t deserve what’s waiting for you out there, but I can at least give you what you do deserve in here. So here it is.” Ezrin stretched his arms outward in surrender. “My body, my only gift to you. So use it. Use my body, Victor. It’s yours. Use me. You deserve it.”

With all doubt removed, Victor gripped Ezrin about his sensitive belly, and with tremendous strength he moved Ezrin effortlessly up and down on his penis as he began to use Ezrin like a fleshlight.

Victor's dick penetrated deeper and deeper into Ezrin each time. And with each motion his penis seemed to press against something deep inside Ezrin, something that made him almost dizzy with pleasure. It was relentless.

Ezrin felt himself falling in love with the sensation. His whole life he had been obsessed with having control over his life, having power over others, even power over Victor. But now he was being gripped softly in these strong hands. Hands he knew he could never overpower. Hands he knew he couldn’t stop unless Victor chose to. Weak, naked, with the dick of the world’s most powerful man in his ass, he had been stripped naked of all power he ever thought he had. He was Victor’s play thing, to be used to pleasure himself as he pleased.

Ezrin loved it. 

Victor continued to move Ezrin up and down, slamming him down onto his dick as if he were nothing more than a sex doll, and each time Ezrin released a tiny yelp of pleasure. His voice became far smaller than he ever allowed it to be before.

Eventually though, when Ezrin began to wonder if he would cum from the penetration alone, Victor began to fatigue, and he let Ezrin fall back onto his chest. 

“Sorry lad.” Victor said breathlessly. “The restraints make it-”

“Shh” Ezrin said, now placing his lips on Victor’s. “I’ll take it from here.” Ezrin slid back down and reinserted Victor’s penis and, lying flat on Victor’s torso, began to slide up and down on his dick, while simultaneously grinding his own dick on Victor’s rippling abdominals. 

Soon he found a rhythm with the slight swinging of Victor’s body in his restraints. The momentum of his swing making Victor’s dick slap as it entered and reentered his ass. 

The rhythm became a trance as he closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure.The room fell away, and all he could hear was their breath, and the slapping beat of their intercourse. 

“Stop.” Said Victor, breaking Ezrin out of his trance. How long had they been going? He lost track of time.

“What?” Ezrin said, stopping and looking towards the door.

“I almost came.” Victor said, breathing hard.

“But I want you to cum inside me.” Ezrin said, beginning to move again.

“No.” Victor protested. “No, I want to do something for you first. Turn around so that I can reach your cock with my mouth.”

A shock of thrill ran through Ezrin. He hadn’t thought of that. He slowly pulled himself off of Victor's dick, and spinning around, positioned himself. Victor immediately took Ezrin’s penis into his mouth. 

Ezrin released an “oooh,” surprised by the sudden sensation. It felt incredible. His mouth was strong, but soft. His tongue seemed to wrap around the head of his penis as it moved in and out. Ezrin began to move his pelvis, thrusting in and out of Victor's mouth. 

He noticed that Victor’s dick was also within reach of his mouth, and quickly began to reciprocate Victor’s favor. He had never sucked anyone’s dick before, but he loved it. It was soft and warm in his mouth, and to his surprise, the precum that he milked from it was sweet. He began to suck more vigorously, pressing deeper and deeper, testing his limits, the taste of it making him feel almost ravenous as he sucked, sucked, sucked. 

Meanwhile his own penis was getting a similar treatment, and the dual sensation was almost too much for him.

After a long moment Victor pulled away, and Ezrin spun around again.

“I want you to cum inside me this time.” Ezrin said.

He slid down onto Victor's cock once more, but now he sat upright, bouncing up and down, allowing the elasticity of Victor’s bindings to bounce them both up and down. He slapped down against the upward motion of Victor’s body, making Victor’s penis penetrate even deeper this time. 

Victor reached up a hand and caressed Ezrin’s chest, now glistening and slick.

Victor became increasingly vocal with his pleasure, moaning and exclaiming. 

The pleasure of Victor’s cock going in and out, with each thrust pressing up against that spot deep inside. It was all he could do to keep from cumming.

“Cum in me.” Said Ezrin. “Cum in me, cum in me…” he repeated like a chant. 

“Cum in me!”

“I-I’m cumming” said Victor exhaustedly. 

They locked eyes, Ezrin’s movements not stopping for a moment as Victor released his long pent up sexual tension with an almighty roar. Hot jizz jetted forcefully into Ezrin's ass. The sensation pushed Ezrin over the edge and he ejaculated immediately, the hot cum ejaculating out in ribbons onto Victor’s chest and stomach. He kept cumming as he felt his ass continue to fill with Victor’s seed. The explosion of pleasure and release making the breath catch in his throat as he almost seemed to choke.

 It was the most Ezrin had ever ejaculated before. 

Ezrin then collapsed onto Victor’s chest, Victor’s penis sliding out of his ass with a suctioned pop.

He lay there, his own jizz squishing warm between them. He could hear victor’s cum dripping to the floor below as it flowed from his ass. 

“Boy…” Victor said as he caught his breath. “You’re welcome back for an interview any time.”

Ezrin chuckled, feeling thoroughly used up. Thoroughly satisfied. 

Both panting, both exhausted, they stayed there until his time was up. 

Before they opened the door Ezrin wiped himself and Victor off as best he could, and made for the door. 

The guard opened the door, and seeing Ezrin, gave him a narrow look. 

Normally Ezrin would feel ashamed, or embarrassed as the guard clearly noticed his reddened penis, and wet body. But he didn’t care. What did he know? Instead, he said, “I’d like to schedule a longer interview for next week.”

With that he walked away, fulfilled, full of cum, and full of fantasies about next time, when he Fucked, not a death row superhero, but a free superhero. 

Ezrin had a plan.