Date: Sun, 4 Apr 2010 18:42:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thoby Andover <thobyandover@y7mail.com>
Subject: Costumed Superheroes 04

Copyright 2010 by the author.

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Author's note: In the alternate universe of Century City, superheroes are
an everyday part of life.  And so is explicit male-to-male sex.  If you
happen to not like explicit male-to-male sex between costumed superheroes,
then hit your *back* button and check out all the other stories on Nifty
which feature plenty of cock-grinding, butt-pounding action between
explicitly sex-having males who are *not* superheroes.

Author's note: Thanks for the messages.  Let me know of any ideas you might
have.  Unfortunately I have a habit of making promises to people and then
taking far too long to get around to using their ideas.  Nevertheless, I do
appreciate your support.

Author's note: Remember when you were a kid, right?  And certain
superheroes would appear on the television.  In your formative and slightly
confused sexuality, you thought to yourself; there are overt, homoerotic
allusions here which are causing an unexpected hormonal charge within me.
The way those two stand so close together -- touching, almost -- in the
Commissioner's office, in their tight costumes.  It's difficult to take it
seriously on one hand, but on the other, there is a deep personal
fascination with the unstated aspects of their relationship.  The danger
and fantasy, and the regular interspersal of BDSM scenes, are also factors
with which I have no previous familiarity.  Perhaps one day there will be
reams of scholarly discourse on the societal and sexuo-political commentary
contained within the popular-culture phenomenon of the Costumed Superhero.

You turned to the colourful pages of the jaggedly-panelled comic-book, and
considered Wonder Woman's whip.  Here is an arch-typical figure of
dominance and punishment, you thought.  Sensually coiled and wielded with
fluid, precise sensitivity, it represented a further, intense physical
aspect of the dynamism and tacit libidinal energy of the superhero.
Perhaps, you thought, one day there will be a new generation of
superheroes, belonging to a more enlightened universe -- their
relationships and desires woven with explicit but delicate skill into a
hard-hitting and expertly constructed action story of Good verses Evil.
Then again... PERHAPS NOT..!

Mature audiences... we present:

***COSTUMED SUPERHEROES*** #4!!!

All similarities between any characters, living or dead, is meant to be
purely accidental and unintentional!

*****

At the conclusion of the previous issue, several costumed superheroes were
hurriedly making their way toward MacBeachBallBurger, for here, apparently,
there is a felony in progress!  Let us join TITAN MAN and TEEN RANGER as
they race toward the scene of the crime in the powerful T-MOBILE!

*****

Four cylinders *rrrmmmmed* painfully behind the rear axle as the humming,
flat-mounted 1600cc engine drove the Volkswagen Karmann Ghia along on its
painstaking, veering path through Parkway traffic.

"The normal Volkswagen 1600 fastback is a better car for handling," advised
Teen Ranger from the passenger seat.  "The engine's upright and the whole
vehicle is more suitably balanced, even though the weight is still behind
the rear axle."

"But this car has the Ghia body design," replied the determined,
concentrating TITAN MAN as he floored the accelerator to get past a bus.
"And although the superhero must posses fast reflexes and upmost physical
strength, the very *appearance* of menace plays its part too!"

"Hmm.  Whatever," said the Teen with his elbow on the sill.  "Personally, I
think the fastback looks better too."

*****

The bright, ever-alert TEEN RANGER is relaying lightning-quick snippets of
advice to the TITAN MAN as the T-MOBILE negotiates the lanes!  Meanwhile
though, other superheroes are speeding toward the target!

*****

"Do you think this thing will ever be firing on all twelve cylinders?"
asked KID BUCK as he reclined in the low, leather passenger seat of the
black Jaguar XJS -- the VEHICLE INTRUDER.  "I can hear at least three
cylinders missing.  You're blowing blue smoke.  You think maybe the
spark-plugs need changing?"

"You forget, Kid Buck," said Nocturnal Intruder.  "Under the bonnet... No.
I mean under the hood there lies a coiled monster of British engineering!
It's never supposed to be firing twelve cylinders all at once.  That's why
there's twelve."

"How come it's called MacBeachBallBurger?" the inquiring Kid asked.
Nocturnal Intruder intoned darkly in reply.

"Because if you go there enough, you end up looking like a beach ball."

The T-Mobile screeched to a stop in a cloud, in front of the very dignified
entrance to that same establishment.  A colourful pile of faux Spanish
rendered in fibreglass rose two stories high, and a giant inflated beach
ball thrust upwards further on the summit of a pole, as would a brilliant
gothic spire.  The red-and white globe rotated slowly.

"Well, this is MacBeachBallBurger," was the short comment uttered just
before the doors of the VEHICLE INTRUDER slammed.  Now was the time for
action!  The dark figure of leather and chrome, with the speedy sidekick of
blue and yellow beside, raced across the kerb and swept through the
entrance to MacBeachBallBurger.  Just at that moment, a grey Volkswagen
Karmann Ghia pulled over, and out leapt two more superheroes!  They sped
toward the crime-scene as well!  This response of the Costumed Superheroes
would surely overwhelm any sort of illegal activity, for an orange Ford
F100 came roaring into the frame, containing the mighty WRANGLER -- and BOY
RYDER -- hog-tied in the open rear tray (see previous issue).

Inside MacBeachBallBurger, Nocturnal Intruder, Titan Man, The Wrangler, Kid
Buck, and Teen Ranger were confronted with a distressing scene, for there
were approximately one hundred crooks on the premises!

"Jeeping Willakers!" Teen Ranger exclaimed, momentarily stopped in his
tracks.  "Look at all those crims!"

"Not to mention fraudsters and con-artists!" Titan Man added.

"Also, felons and lawbreakers!" said Nocturnal Intruder.

"And also, villains and scoundrels and persons of disreputable character!"
Kid Buck said.

"Damn cattle rustlers!" said The Wrangler.

"I think cattle rustling may be excluded from the general collection of
crimes being carried out in this place at this time," observed Nocturnal
Intruder.

"Oh yeah?" said The Wrangler.  "What do you think they put on their
burgers?  These varmints ain't here for the DrippyWhip!"

"That's a good point!" said Teen Ranger.

*****

Dear reader, it is time to make a pause and to take stock of the situation.
Just what are all these crooks doing at MacBeachBallBurger while the
Superheroes are having this conversation?  And how long `till a sex scene
occurs?  Observe closely.  We hope that all will be revealed!

*****

"Well, they're all obviously criminals," said Nocturnal Intruder.  "We can
tell that from their ugly, scowling expressions and their beady eyes, and
their long black trench-coats and dark hats."

"But there's something strange," said a puzzled Titan Man.  "Why has this
dastardly army of social-enemies formed a long but orderly queue at the
counter?"

"I don't know, Titan Man," the Intruder said with a hand to his powerful
jaw.  "But whatever this evil caper, something tells me CAPTAIN VON HECKLE
is behind it!!!"

Just at that moment, the manager of the Sheertown MacBeachBallBurger
franchise came hurrying toward the Costumed Superheroes.

"Ah!  The Superheroes!  Thank God you're here!  I don't know what to do!
This is an outrageous crime!"

"What on earth do you mean?" Nocturnal Intruder asked.

"I could really go four Beach-Ball Burgers, large fries, twelve nuggets,
large Fanta, and a Curly-Wurly." said Teen Ranger.

"Take it easy, TR," Kid Buck said.  "We are *going* to get freebies out of
this!  I'll be fucked if we don't!"

"What seems to be the problem, exactly?" the Intruder asked the manager.
In reply, the manager uncurled his chubby fist to reveal a small, crumpled,
grubby piece of paper.

"What's this?" Nocturnal Intruder whisked the paper into his own grasp.
With lightning-fast reflexes, he had unfolded it in a flash and began a
careful study.

"Hmm.  Why.  It's a coupon... or voucher, if you will, for a free
Beach-Ball Burger.  What...?"

"That's the thing!" exclaimed the manager.  "Every single one of
these... erm... gentlemen has a coupon exactly the same!  And they're
queuing-up to take advantage of a recent special offer!"

"Well?"

"There can't possibly be that many free coupons!  We don't have enough
Beach-Ball Burgers!"

Nocturnal Intruder sniffed the voucher, and under his hood, his brow
creased with concern.

"This free burger coupon is a forgery, very probably!  What do you think,
Titan Man?" he said as he passed it over.

"It looks like a cheap, tricked-up job on a dot-matrix," Titan Man said
soberly.  "A forgery all-right!  A swindle!  To illicitly obtain free goods
by way of deceit!  In this case -- Burgers!"

A mighty, leather-gauntleted fist smacked hard into an open leather palm.
"Von Heckle!!!  I knew it!!!" cursed the Nocturnal Intruder.  "Of all the
foul schemes!!!"

A white-latexed fist smacked into a similarly latexed palm.  "Of all the
foul schemes!!!" said Teen Ranger.

"Superheroes!!!  Swing into action!!!" came the call from NOCTURNAL
INTRUDER!  And the fray began!

Five costumed superheroes dashed toward their enemy, capes billowing.  They
spread out to engage their evil foe.

"Look out!  It's the superheroes!"

Two darkly-clothed crooks charged at NOCTURNAL INTRUDER, one from each
side.  With one hand for each, the Intruder hoisted them simultaneously
over his shoulders and sent them flying into the wall where they crumpled
to the floor, unconscious.  The horde of attacking crooks subsequently
learned their lesson, and only confronted any particular superhero one at a
time.

TITAN MAN threw a massive, sidewinding punch to the head of an assailant,
and the crook slumped to the floor, unconscious.  Next, he delivered a
bone-crushing karate-kick and felled another felon, who flew through the
air and landed metres away, unconscious.

Meanwhile, THE WRANGLER took on another black-cloaked attacker.  A craggy,
evilly formed face collided with his boulder-sized fist, creating
shock-waves.  The crook was hurled backwards over the counter of
MacBeachBallBurger and into the DrippyWhip machine where he lay sprawled,
small birds tweeting and circling about his head, and a stream of
strawberry DrippyWhip pouring into the slack mouth of the unconscious
felon.

KID BUCK and TEEN RANGER were similarly engaged!  "LOOK OUT, TR!!!" yelled
the Kid as he spiral-kicked an oncoming crim.  Another crook rushed Teen
Ranger from the side, and was met with the rubbery sole of a
basketball-boot in the chest...

*****

Unless the reader is an aficionado of this sort of action scene, then the
reader will be growing bored, for the reader may find many similar events
occurring within the pages of a number of similarly themed articles of
literature.  But our COSTUMED SUPERHEROES seek to provide slightly
different entertainments and the reader is now familiar enough with their
physical exploits in the face of evil -- as they twirl and kick, creating
mayhem and chaos, with a KAPOW here and a CRUNCH there, and an intricately
drawn and tightly-muscled thigh at full strain...  Anyway, let the reader
now drift omnipotently outside to the street, where other vehicles are
assembling.  Read on!

*****

Clarence Charmichael, reporter for the *City Hub News*, jumped out from his
beaten-up old Toyota.  "Holy Cow!  There's one mighty kerfuffle going on in
there!"  He thought to himself as he eagerly surveyed the array of
dash-lines and block-lettered `thumps' emerging from the fibreglass-wrought
facade of MacBeachBallBurger.  "I must get my pencil and notebook!  There's
a story here!  Aha!  There's the VEHICLE INTRUDER!  The T-MOBILE!  And the
WRANGLE-TRUCK!  The Superheroes!  Great!  Front page!  Lucky I heard all
about it on my police radio scanner," he thoughtfully explained in his
head.

He dashed inside licking his pencil, notebook at the ready, just in time to
see KID BUCK sliding in his winged, bright-polished yellow boots across the
floor.  The reporter had arrived just at the point when the
colourfully-attired young superhero had become overwhelmed by crooks.  A
greasy fist had grabbed the small, blue Speedo worn by the Kid, scrunching
it and jerking it into his ass-crack, pulling the scrabbling superhero
forward.  Another crook had grasped a handful of the Kid Buck's
blue-and-yellow dyed hair, dragging him the other way.  Overcome, the Buck
went down, and landed on the hard cheeks of his tight rump.

"Oh!" thought Clarence Charmichael.  "I can see the story now!  CROOKS PUT
KID BUCK ON BUTT!  COSTUMED SUPERHERO LANDS WITH THUMP ON RUMP!"

Just then, the Speedo snapped, and the blue nylon article was whisked away.
But the intrepid young superhero was not to be defeated!  The winged yellow
boots kicked out from the floor and rendered two crooks immediately
unconscious!  Springing to his feet in a single, flowing movement, Kid Buck
punched another, and with teeth gritted and unleashed cock swinging, he
tightened his fists.  The yellow PVC gauntlets, with streamers flying,
searched for another chin to crack.

"Fantastic!" Clarence Charmichael thought to himself as he scribbled
furiously.  "SUPERHERO SPEEDO SNATCHED FROM SIDEKICK'S HAUNCH!  A Century
City hero was today `unmasked' in a villainous act!  The meagre costume of
KID BUCK was ripped from the superhero's lithe waist by an unknown
assailant, and the fine young crime-buster was left only with his cute
little eye-mask, his silken cape, and his yellow boots and ridiculous
gloves with plastic streamers!  Kid Buck's cock was seen to be TEN INCHES
LONG, although his length and girth had long been visible anyway, due to
the TIGHT BREVITY of his superhero bikini -- which had previously FOLDED
and GATHERED about the slippery loin of the active, teenaged superhero
sidekick!  The light Speedo Racer has so far not been recovered, and many
citizens of Century City will miss the ADROIT SWIFTNESS with which the
nippy little brief slipped into that hard-clenched cleft -- although other
citizens are already welcoming the innovation of a NAKED SUPERHERO -- an
attraction of which no other city can boast..."

"Hang on," thought Clarence Charmichael.  "I may be getting ahead of
myself."

By now, the MacBeachBallBurger melee was subsiding, and the few crooks who
were not lying about unconscious were making their escape.  Kid Buck
bounded over the counter and past the DrippyWhip, giving chase to a
fleeing, darkly-cloaked figure who still angrily clutched an unused
burger-coupon forgery.  "This one won't get away!" he thought as he swept
through the stainless-steel kitchen.  Pimply-faced employees in their
MacBeachBallBurger uniforms saw only a flash of yellow-blue cape as the
speedy superhero flew past.  Huddled on the floor in fear, their eyes
widened in surprise as the various crooks scattered and the determined Kid
Buck disappeared through the back entrance.

"Did you see his dick!?" said one pasty-faced youth.

"I got it on my camera-phone!" said another.

Winged yellow boots hit the dirty asphalt of the back lane outside
MacBeachBallBurger.  The stink of fast-food rose from a nearby DumpMaster,
and the tail of a black trench-coat vanished around a corner.  With his
eyes narrowed in concentration and breathing hard, Kid Buck gave chase.
His weighty male-meat slapped against well-muscled thighs, flaying side to
side with the smooth rhythm of the outstretched legs.  The rampaging
teenaged typhoon zoomed off in a blur, his cape fluttering straight out
behind.  Within moments he had followed the fleeing, fleet-footed felon
around several shadowy corners and onto the busy Parkway.

The crook was fast.  He had obviously tried to blend into the crowded
sidewalk, but was crash-tackled by the young superhero who whizzed through
the air horizontally, cape snapping and flapping.  The evil doer was
slammed to the ground right in front of the MacBeachBallBurger entrance --
the very establishment he had tried to swindle with his faked coupon!

"Here's another one who won't be taking part in any more con-tricks!" the
puffing Kid Buck said as he hauled the grimacing crook to his feet by the
scruff of his neck.  The police had arrived.  Nocturnal Intruder, Titan Man
and the other superheroes were debriefing on the sidewalk.  Flashbulbs
popped.

"Awesome!" Teen Ranger exclaimed, the glare of numerous camera-flashes
momentarily lighting the sheen of his sweat-slick bare skin.  "Now, where's
our free fuckin' burgers!?"

"Well done, boy!" Nocturnal Intruder said to an out-of-breath but pleased
Kid Buck.  "You can add him to the pile!"  The Intruder indicated a heap of
unconscious baddies stacked on the steps of MacBeachBallBurger.  "No doubt
he'll enjoy the hospitality of his new hosts -- *the police*!"

Clarence Charmichael, reporter for the *City Hub News,* scribbled furiously
in his notebook.  "Nocturnal Intruder, Sir?" he shouted, gesturing with his
pencil.  "Was this a co-ordinated attack on the integrity of Century City's
hamburger franchises?"

"Is this the work of a criminal mastermind?" yelled another reporter.

"Will the Costumed Superheroes Club now consider reinforcing all sidekicks'
superhero bikini briefs with tensile elastic?" shouted Sally Siddlespoon
from the *Daily Cool.*

"Miss Siddlespoon... ladies... gentlemen..." The Intruder said, making
calming motions with his leather-gloved hands.  "The Superheroes will
analyse all data from the aftermath of this heinous crime.  Until then, we
will not have all the facts at our disposal.  For the moment, kindly direct
all your enquiries to the SpinMeister, our public relations manager, if you
can get him on the phone.  I never can."

*****

Dear reader, can things be getting out of hand for the Costumed
Superheroes?  Will the SpinMeister be able to field all these frantic
inquiries?  Now, let it be known that the "SpinMeister" is actually a
clever ruse to throw the Century City press corps off the scent of the
secret work of the Superheroes.  No "SpinMeister" actually exists!  Or if
he does, he is nothing but a lonely fax-machine in the basement of
Superheroes Headquarters.  "When will Kid Buck be tailored with a new
superhero-Speedo?" will be among the questions buzzing through the wires.
One clever reporter, however, has neatly obtained an exclusive article
pertaining to this most interesting subject!  Now read on!

*****

Clarence Charmichael fingered the small piece of ruined nylon in his
pocket.  It slithered and zipped through his fingers with a fine, electric
tingle.  The sweat-stained and bare-butted Kid Buck, when questioned as to
its whereabouts, had made several attempts at a stuttering reply before
retreating reluctantly to the front seat of the VEHICLE INTRUDER.
Charmichael drew short, shallow breaths with the knowledge of his most
newsworthy secret!

*snip* "BUCK MISPLACES BIKINI IN MACBEACHBALLBURGER BUST!

"EXCLUSIVE PICTURES OF FAMOUS KID BUCK SPEEDO!  "The massive co-ordinated
swindle of the Sheertown MacBeachBallBurger franchise today was notable not
only for its audacity and unprecedented scale, but also for the rude theft
of the Kid Buck Speedo!  The brave superhero, whilst battling legions of
crooks on the MacBeachBallBurger premises, had the single costume-article
containing his modesty RIPPED from his WHIP-THIN LOIN!  The courageous Kid
continued to ker-bash crooks without the benefit of his small superhero
pant!

"Now, the *City Hub News* offers exclusive pictures of the renowned
race-swimmer worn by superhero KID BUCK!  Placed beside a normal office
ruler, readers can see for themselves the distinctive smallness of its cut.
Notice also, the snapped waistband and the stretched, twisted blue nylon
which formerly encircled the wiggling hips of one of Century City's most
popular superheroes.  The *City Hub News* engaged a series of forensic
experts to advise its readers of every aspect of the tiny Speedo!

"It's two sizes too small for a lad such as Kid Buck," said Doctor Scott
Dillon of Century City University as he held the busted bikini up to a
light-bulb.  "One can clearly see how the fabric is coiled and screwed
about the sides and ass-section, a result, no doubt, of the many active
exploits engaged upon by its most vigorous wearer.  And if one examines
closely, one can make out a concave distortion -- a distendation, if you
will -- on the stitched letters `K I D B U C K' across the front-packet."

"Yes," Doctor Dillon added thoughtfully.  "This Speedo exhibits the typical
distress of a garment habitually hiked-up between two tight butt-cheeks,
and Kid Buck clearly carried his penis to the left.  This can be determined
by the splayed micro-fibres about the slightly more delineated word `BUCK.'

"But Doctor Dillon was not the only authority employed by the *City Hub
News* to study this rare item!  "I'm an expert in vapour technology," said
Professor Edel Gold.  "Specialising in odours and fragrances -- from the
Century City University's Faculty of Jock-Sniffing.  I specialise in
synthetic-based athletic garments worn by young males.  What's unusual and
very interesting about this article is that unlike most nylon-based Speedo
swimmers, it is not neutralised by its chemical environment.  That is to
say, it has not been subjected to fluid-chlorine, and worn by the mostly
land-based superhero, it retains a full bouquet of the juices and emissions
of the functioning young stud.  In my particular field, it is very
difficult indeed to obtain such a specimen outside the cotton and lycra
departments and the general locker-room sciences."

"Holding the blue-and-yellow garment closely to his be-spectacled face,
Professor Gold continued; "firstly, there is seen a number of subtle stains
about the pouch.  This is normal.  Undoubtedly there will be a salt-based
infusion of cock-dribble, and possibly, a full ejaculation of the healthy
young stud into his athletic garment -- a spouting gush of cum... yes!
There it is!  A strong, dank, musky smell!  Unmistakable!  The young buck
came fully!  And recently, too!

"Now, let us turn to the rearward component, where we find a somewhat
unusual and exiting discovery!  This section has clearly been pulled hard
into the tightest of crevices -- a place most interesting to scientists
such as myself -- and the textile structures exhibit all the signs of being
pinched and compressed between the hard rump-muscles of a firm young
athlete!  Fascinating!  Fully inculcated with a maturity of jock-sweat, the
perfume is a perfect symphony -- a finely balanced crescendo featuring all
the bodily emissions of the prime, tensed ass-crack!"

"And we think we'll leave you there, Professor.  Readers of the *City Hub
News* will be interested to know that the Kid Buck Speedo made the rounds
of the office and also made its inevitable way to the photocopier.

"The blue Speedo worn by Kid Buck carries on a tradition of bare-legged
superheroes.  For some unknown reason, tight hot-pants or bikini briefs are
the costume-of-choice for many tough, crime-fighting comic-book do-gooders
-- and especially the nimble sidekick.  However, no superhero has thus far
been known to wear such a revealing costume as Century City's own Kid Buck,
who helps keep our streets safe and our houses and businesses secure.
Citizens of Century City can slumber in ease, in the knowledge that KID
BUCK -- with cock bouncing and butt-cheeks rippling -- is diligently
pounding the streets wearing a Speedo or not -- along with the other
members of the COSTUMED SUPERHEROES!

Clarence Charmichael *snip*

"Nice going, Kid!" said NOCTURNAL INTRUDER as he folded the paper.  "You're
the star of that little MacBeachBallBurger exploit.  Have you seen the
photos?  There's some here from the scene.  And Mayor Vilkinsword has made
a special comment about your bravery on page two!"

"Aw, shit!" said Kid Buck, sulkingly.  "I wish it didn't turn out the way
it did!  If only my jock didn't snap off!  There'd be photos of me with
Mayor Vilkinsword and the Chief of Police!"

"Best you wear a bright, clean Speedo on every patrol from now on!" intoned
the Intruder darkly.  "The press will be taking special notice, and I don't
want to feed their interest by applying any sharp, red whip-stripes across
the tight little rump of my famous young sidekick!"

"Mmph..." said Teen Ranger as the uncomfortably shifting Kid Buck huffed.
"I knocked out just as many baddies as KB, almost, and *my* picture didn't
get in the paper!  From now on, I'm hoiking my Speedo right up!  Hey, Titan
Man!  I *told* you I wanted my belly-button pierced!  Just like Kid Buck!"

"Quit whining, boy," said the Titan cheerfully.  "You should be proud of
yourself.  Just remember it was you who was featured in *Teen Girly Style*
last month.  Are you sure you want your racer ripped off in front of all
those teenage girls?  Right now, everybody from Mayor Vilkinsword to the
Parkway winos -- even Captain Von Heckle himself -- will be perusing those
pictures of Kid Buck's..."

"At least you weren't hog-tied the whole time in the back of the
WRANGLE-TRUCK," said Boy Ryder to the sniffling Ranger.  "And miss the
whole thing like I did!  I would have gladly busted off my tight, denim
cut-offs for a piece of the action!  Those baddies better beware of Boy
Ryder next time!"

"How come *I* never get to be tied-up in the back of the Wrangle-Truck?"
Teen Ranger continued to bleat.  "*He* gets to be tied-up!  And Kid Buck
gets his picture taken and loses his Speedo and chases a crook right in
front of Mayor Vilkinsword and he can't help everyone seeing his cock
and..."

"Ahem.  That's probably quite enough," Nocturnal Intruder said.  "The
subject of the Kid's cock should only be further pursued in a scene where
that instrument is a primary operative character.  Wouldn't you agree, Kid
Buckeroo?"  The Intruder reached over and prodded the Kid's belly.  The
sidekick sniffed the air sharply and jerked.  His brand-new blue Speedo
slipped into his crack as it bended and strained.

*****

Here, the discerning reader will flick forward a few pages, for he is
interested in plot progression, and this is something in short supply.  But
for the reader curious of the subtleties of character development... well,
know that later on, Kid Buck bends over, as ordered, legs wide apart, and
grips his ankles.  His feet are widely placed and his mop of yellow-blue
hair flops to the floor.  His winking hole is presented and he sees the
Intruder's boots.  The much-discussed Speedo is discarded.  The Nocturnal
Intruder is, in truth, a little pissed-off, for the public, naked
shenanigans of the sidekick have diverted the story from its intended path.
He is not resentful of the press attention -- just the causal silliness.
Read on!

*****

Nocturnal Intruder unsheathed a hand from its leather gauntlet, and swiped
the glove hard against the Kid Buck's upstanding buttock with a loud,
playful *smack*.

"Yeeoow!!!" went the Kid in surprise.  The bent-over sidekick shuddered and
swayed, but remained obediently folded, firmly gripping his ankles.

"Good job today, boy.  You ran like a gazelle, chasing down that crook."

"All part of the job description, Sir."

A hand slathered in cool grease wiped liberally in the crack, and the Kid
sucked sharply as a finger found his hole and penetrated.  It wiggled in
deep, probing.

"Here's the other part of your job description, lad."

"Aaaah...!"

"Steady, boy."

The Intruder ran a lube-smeared hand over one of the finely-toned cheeks
and felt the small backside squirm slightly as the boy-sidekick settled his
hardened cock against his belly.  The wet finger still wormed and explored.

"Aaaah...!  Aaaah...!"

"After this, I want the vehicle washed, sparkle-arkle-arkling, boy."

"Aaaah...!"

"Understand?"

"Yes, Sir..."

"How?"

"Sparkle-arkle-arkling, Sir!"

Kid Buck gulped.  He felt a nudge of hard flesh against his hole.  Then, it
pushed.  His puckering rim parted and the massive pole of meat slowly,
smoothly made its first thrust.  He made a series of open-mouthed,
quavering *Ahs*, trilling softly and sweetly.

The Intruder withdrew and gently moved again, sliding and plunging slowly.
The Buck removed a hand from his ankle and encircled his own throbbing cock
with his fingers.

"*Leave it, Boy*!"

"Ah!... Yes, Sir!... Ah!..."

"You'll come when it's good and healthy to do so!"

"... Ah...!  Ah...!  Ah...!  Y...y...y...yessir!"

The warbling sidekick jerked and straightened, working his waggling
backside onto the monster superhero meat-pole.  The metal dog-tags at his
belly-piercing jingled, and he reached around, clutching behind at the
colossal form of the Nocturnal Intruder, drawing-up his knees and allowing
the impaling super-cock to carry his weight entirely.

"Oh God!...  Nocturnal Intruder...!  I'm gonna come!..."

With a slippery hand, the Nocturnal One tweaked the pert nipple which
formed a punctuation-point between the colourfully inked letters `K' and
`B' on the Kid's rounded breast-muscle, and sure enough, the panting
sidekick spurted to the ceiling.  At the same time, the Intruder himself
flowed with a mighty, draining burst into the warm, oily cavity which
squirmed and gripped him.  Together, groaning, they slumped.  The Buck's
greasy naked body slithered and turned, and the Nocturnal Intruder parted a
long fringe of matted, blue-yellow hair, and gently kissed soft, trembling
lips.

*

CAPTAIN VON HECKLE delivered a swingeing blow to the table-top with his
leather riding-crop.

"THIS IS A CONFOUNDED FAILURE OF NO UNCERTAIN TYPE!" he shouted in fury.
The other crooks in the grimy den recoiled in fear.

"I masterminded almost the perfect crime!  Forged hamburger coupons!
Downloaded straight from the World-Wide-Inter-Web!  And what do you
worthless legions of gutter-trash deliver me!?  Twelve lousy
MacBeachBallBurgers!!!  Not even enough for a
MacBeachBallMacFamilyJumboMeal!!!"

"Jiming Jumpjacks!" said the crook, Whipper.  "Kid Buck and Teen Ranger ate
more than that in free giveaways after they helped foil the caper!"

"TEEN RANGER!!!" shrieked the enraged Captain as he brought his whip down
hard again.  "That infuriating jumping-bean is the most irritating of all
the Costumed Superheroes!!! Followed closely by the insufferable
wholesomeness of KID BUCK!!!  I don't know what it is about that idiotic
crime-busting delinquent, but the thought of my carefully masterminded plan
being thwarted by the likes of the pink-suited punker is INTOLERABLE!!!"

The whip came down again.  THWACK!

"Those stupid pink basketball shoes...!!!"

THWACK!

"Those pink socks...!!!"

THWACK!

"And that glazed, vacant expression he always has!!!  It's enough to drive
one APOPLECTIC!!!"

"I think it's supposed to be electric-purple," said one criminal, referring
to the costume of Teen Ranger.

"Really?" said another.  "I always thought lavender."

"Salmon."

"ENOUGH!!!"  the Captain screeched.  "It's obvious that no further criminal
activity can be masterminded in Century City without first obtaining the
secrets of the Costumed Superheroes!  I won't be satisfied until a sidekick
is hostage in my torture dungeon -- with his balls tied to my antique
Taiwanese dancing-rack!!!  Now listen carefully you gang of useless
sluggards and dumb-sculls!  Here is my plan..."

*****

Dear reader; one can only gasp in trepidation at the thought of Captain Von
Heckle's secret torture dungeon, featuring an antique Taiwanese
dancing-rack!  What would this evil device look like if one were to cast
eyes upon it?  Further, you the reader are allowed to know that the
malevolent Captain also harbours a wicked team of experts in the use of the
horrible device -- a duo of young Thai Twins, oiled and ready, and steeped
in the ancient knowledge of *Shak Wao,* or `Expert Manipulation' -- a slow,
exquisite practice useful for extracting secrets from the Oriental
warrior-knights of the Thirteenth Century.

The beastly tradition is complemented by *Sing Hi,* or `The Wailing of
Extreme Misery,' favoured in the middle ages by quarrelsome warlords who
wished to subject their prisoners to utmost distress and profound feelings
of personal dissatisfaction.  The repertoire of dreadful torture-rituals
employed by the Captain and his team of Thai Twins also includes the vile
*Wang Soc,* or `The Special Disappointment,' utilising a small, iron
instrument of ornate but evil design, forged in the fire-pits of
Ming-Dynasty Mongolia by the cruel Hill-Tribes.  All of these arts,
fearsome in their time, have survived in upmost secrecy and are available
to the Evil Captain by *singular suggestions* made to him -- from
devilishly-minded quarters!  Meanwhile, the talented Teen Ranger -- with a
belly full of MacBeachBallBurgers -- is making an intellectual study of an
episode of `Thunderbirds.'  Read on!

*****

"Hey!  Kid Buck!  Have you ever noticed these are *puppets* on this show!?
You can see their strings!"

"It's nearly over!  I want to watch `Dr. Who!'"

A lightning-quick thrust was made for the remote-control -- but Teen Ranger
tarried with a sizzling counter-strike.  The black, plastic control twirled
in the air as if in slow-motion.  Millimetres from the ceiling of
Superheroes HQ it spun, turning and turning, tumbling down to bounce
off... the rubber hooded head of NOCTURNAL INTRUDER!  Two sidekicks gasped
in unison!

"If it wasn't for the size of your respective man-packs in Speedos, I'd
never believe you two fuckers were over eighteen!" the hooded one intoned
darkly.

"Turn it over to the news!  *Now*!" said Titan Man.

"Yeah, well," Teen Ranger sulked.  "Maybe there's something in the news
about Kid Buck and his cock!"

*****

Well, well, well.  And well, well, well, well, well!  What next for the
Costumed Superheroes?  As we draw near the closure of this episode, it may
be instructive to view one more scene.  Now read on!  It is exactly twelve
hours later!

*****

Teen Ranger rolled over, yawning.  "Jumping Willikers!" he thought.  "My
head *kills*!  I'm so thirsty!"  A soft-skinned, warm body snoozed beside
him in the bed.  Kid Buck.  He rolled the other way and bumped his nose
into an unexpected shoulder-blade belonging to a third person.  Not GoGo
Girl, surely!  He saw a shimmery green lace-up suit lying on the floor.
SPARKY!  "Yikes!  A threesome!  That must have been fun!  If only I could
remember any of it!"

"Ohhhhh...!" he groaned.  Where had they gone last night?  Slowly, details
formed in his aching brain.  He remembered the Terrific Trio going to the
basement nightclub *Cell-Block H,* where they had consumed unknown
quantities of beer and multicoloured Lolly-Swizzle shots.  There had been a
celebration of some sort.  Oh.  That's right.  All those crooks caught at
the BallBeachBurger.  He had been dancing on a 44-gallon drum.  He
remembered that.  The brightly-coloured costumes had attracted much
attention from the throng of leather cowboys and hairy studs in denim.  Kid
Buck had smoked a joint in the toilets.  Teen Ranger could recall the feel
of a meaty hand grappling with his balls through his Speedo.  They had
decided to show Sparky the town.

Sidekick to ELECTRO MAN, SPARKY was one of the few Costumed Superheroes of
Century City to actually posses a super-power.  Accidentally exposed to a
hand-generator in a prank-gone-wrong during his childhood, Sparky now had
the ability to emit electric rays from his fingertips, and make zappy
electric sparks and noises.  "Well," thought Teen Ranger.  "Sparky has his
electric rays.  Kid Buck has his common sense.  What super-power do *I*
have?  Maybe I should connect a hand-generator to my cock!"

At that thought, Teen Ranger became aware of the rigid state of that
preoccupying organ.  He began rubbing it on the sheets in a gentle rhythm.
Then he remembered more.

Sparky had jump-started the VEHICLE INTRUDER with his electrical power, and
the threesome had used the Nocturnal One's Jaguar to transport them to
their frolics.  The Ranger stopped his penis-rubbing.

What time was it?

Somewhere, deep in the bowels of Superhero Headquarters, a door slammed.
Hard.  The booming voice of the NOCTURNAL INTRUDER rocked the concrete
foundations.

"BUCK!!!  FRONT AND CENTRE!!!  ***NOW, YOU FUCKER!!!***"


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