Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2013 20:32:13 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Jizzman to the Rescue

			   JIZZMAN TO THE RESCUE
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Jason pulled up to the Hall of Heroes in a taxicab. It was that or
ride his old motorcycle and it had taken to breaking down too often. When
you're trying to become a member of the greatest league of superheroes in
the history of the world, you don't want to be stuck tinkering with a balky
motorcycle engine by the side of the road in full costume, or worse, show
up for the meeting late with oil stains on your shiny white costume.
     The cab driver, at least, took it all in stride. "Trying out for the
League, are you?" he asked Jason.
     "I sure am." Jason said. "I'm here to meet the Leaguers and
demonstrate my powers to them."
     "Good luck fellow." the driver said to him and then spoiled it by
adding, "What are you, a white mouse?"
     "No." Jason simply said and let it go at that. He left a small tip,
pretending he was offended, but actually, he didn't have all that much
money and stinting the tip with an abashed cab driver was simply a
budget-saving feature to things. He couldn't help it if the "tail" on his
costume was small and long and thin.
     He walked into the Hall of Heroes, the great meeting room was just off
the front doors, for it was where the League would meet those who needed
the League's help (those who showed up in person, that is). And it was
there that he was to meet them all.
     He looked at his watch, he was just ten minutes early. Good, give him
a chance to scope them out, maybe.
     Nope, they were all arrayed in their seats and waiting on him. Or
maybe they'd been discussing other business, but it remained that the six
most powerful members of the League were seated at their tribunal looking
him over. From left to right, they sat, five men and one woman. Their names
were torn from the front pages of the newspapers Jason had read for
years. Blue Archer, Night Flyer, Power Lady (the sole female on the
tribunal), Glory Man, Sonic Boom and Ocean's Guardian. The six founding
members and leaders of some thirty superpowered heroes that helped keep the
Earth safe from an approximately eight-fold (though lesser-powered)
numbered army of supervillains. If those supervillains ever formed a
lasting alliance, they could have trounced the League perhaps, but as it
was, the League was stronger than what forces would be formed against them
at any one time.
     And Jason hoped to become one of this League with his own
superpower. Not to mention that the membership would come with a levitation
belt, permitting its wearer to fly about in pursuit of all things good.
     "Greetings, you who call yourself Jizzman." Glory Man said. That won a
snicker from Sonic Boom, the young, brash man whose talent was the ability
to run and move faster than the speed of sound and more. Jason marked him,
young and healthy, he'd make the perfect mark for demonstrating his own
talent. "You have come to petition the League for entrance among our
membership."
     Jason gulped and tried to sound calm, but his voice betrayed him by
cracking. "I ha-ave." That got a chuckle from Sonic Boom and Blue
Archer. He cleared his throat and went on. "I discovered my power when I
was in my early teens and have spent the last six years increasing my scope
and control. I now can select a single target out of a crowd, as long as I
can see him, I can influence him with my power. My power has the benefit of
disabling or incapacitating a criminal while not doing him any physical
harm whatsoever. Unless he has a bad heart, maybe." he conceded.
     "As far as this talent goes, we'll have to see it in action." Glory
Man said. By far the most powerful member of the League, he was their
natural leader. "We can evaluate its usefulness, after all, many super
powers can't be used to fight evil efficiently."
     "That's easy enough to show, but I'm afraid it'll be uncomfortable for
the volunteer I'll need. Perhaps I can convince Sonic Boom to come down and
be my, uh, guinea pig?"
     "Why me?" Sonic Boom moaned theatrically.
     "If you're afraid, I could ask someone else." Jason jibed him. That
won him a laugh from Power Lady and a smile from Glory Man.
     In a flash of blurring speed, Sonic Boom was before Jason. "Okay,
Jizzman, hit me with your best shot." His costume was yellow with red
accents that suggested speed even when holding still. He stood in a
confident, aggressive pose, his groin thrust forward, hands on his hips, a
smirk on his face under his mop of pale-brown hair. He was cute in a
frat-boy kind of way, which is what he may have been when not in costume
and fighting crime, he was that age.
     "No sooner said than done." Jason said and he pointed at Sonic
Boom. And his power did the rest.
     "Ah-uh-guh-huh-uh, HUH!" Sonic Boom's groin thrust forward even more
and he sank to his knees in slow motion so unlike his usual movements. But
as he did, the white spunk from his cock managed to squirt through his
costume's front in a weak, but visible pulse of joy. The pulses continued
for some time, even as Sonic Boom sank onto the floor and writhed under the
impact of Jizzman's powers.
     "You can see that my crime-fighting name is aptly chosen, as is my
costume, meant to suggest the human sperm." Jason went on in his rehearsed
speech. "I don't hurt my adversaries, I knock them out by triggering their
own passion, they explode and all their energy and ability to counteract my
further actions is hampered by their own climaxes."
     Sonic Boom was done with his Jizzman-triggered orgasm and was panting
on the floor. Blue Archer was watching him with more enjoyment than was
appropriate. "Your first shot is wearing off." he observed. "Can you hit
him again?"
     "Certainly." Jason said and zapped Sonic Boom again, who resumed
writhing, this time by hunching upwards with his hips, trying to fuck the
air above him, his superpowers turned this into a blurring fury that may
well have stimulated him above and beyond Jason's own second punch. "The
human body runs out of sperm and fluid production about halfway through the
second activation, of course, but the physical sensations remain unimpeded,
I could keep him down like this as long as necessary, it would only be
necessary to reactivate him every thirty seconds or so. Of course, one or
two is usually all it would take to keep your average petty criminal down
on the sidewalk while the police arrive and...."
     "I think we've seen enough." Glory Man interrupted Jason who looked
up. Glory Man looked actually angry. Had he gone too far, baiting Sonic
Boom? He'd studied the League for months, the speed demon had a knack for
keeping on everyone's nerves. "If you'll retire to our lounge, we'll
discuss matters and give you our answer quite soon, I imagine."
     Jason obeyed, and ten minutes later he had his answer. Stripped of a
rather long justification diatribe from Glory Man, it boiled down to
"Thanks but no thanks." Apparently his power "didn't apply itself
appropriately to the application of justice." Glory Man actually used the
phrase "sexual harassment" in describing Jizzman's powers!
     Jason left the Hall in bitter disappointment and shame that converted
itself into a fury. So his power wasn't "appropriate" for justice, was it?
Well, where did that leave Jizzman in the lexicon of the super-powered
people on Earth? If he couldn't be a superhero, maybe he belonged on the
other side of the map instead?
     He spent the next couple of days plotting it out. A bank robbery was
the most likely way to go. He could zap everyone inside the bank and knock
them out long enough to clean out the registers. His power was less
effective against women than men, but he could pick a bank heavy on the
male employees to counteract that defect. And if any superhero came over,
he could show them how "appropriate" his powers were! If he couldn't jizz
for good, he'd jizz for evil!
     He'd have to scope out the banks as his next step. He wore his costume
under a pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt, if opportunity presented itself,
he'd strip out of the clothes and strike right away. Not to mention that
he'd worn the costume under his clothes long enough to get used to it being
there, pretty much. He had to take the bus down to the bank district, as
his motorcycle had given up the ghost entirely two days ago. Paying to fix
it would be the first use of the stolen funds, of course. Hell, a new
motorcycle! Customized to suit his super identity He could call it the
Jizzcycle! Have to make it fit the scenario, of course, but what would best
apply? A nose shaped like a penis, with him as the human sperm riding atop
it....
     He was so wrapped up in conceptualizing his first superhero
accouterment that he stepped off the bus and was walking for some time
before he realized something was wrong. He looked up to see... "Oh, my
God!"
     A gigantic man-shaped alien was attacking the city. Flying about him
was the League of Heroes, but their vaunted powers wasn't doing much good.
     Jason didn't have to think much about it, he saw the threat, and he
was shucking his sweats and jogging toward the creature. If it was a man,
he could make it squirt! It was some six blocks away, getting there would
take a while. God, if he could have gotten one of those belts of
levitation, he could have been there by now!
     In those six blocks, he got a view of the attack by the League of
Heroes. It wasn't pretty. The man was able to ignore the arrows of Blue
Archer as if they weren't even pin-pricks. The Sonic Boom was dashing about
but nothing he did even hampered this behemoth. Glory Man and Power Lady
were hammering away at the huge body, but the best that gained them was a
brief attention, when the monstrous being would brush them away like they
were gnats in his way. And, of course, Ocean's Guardian couldn't get this
far inland with any of his aquatic abilities. Gigantic waterspouts might
have done some good...but they'd have to lure the monster to the shore to
let him wield them.
     Sonic Boom came by as Jason got closer. He stopped. "You!"
     "I saw!" Jason panted. "Came to help!"
     "And do what? Give the beast a good time?" Sonic Boom scoffed.
     "You didn't see me using my talent at full power!" Jason gasped
out. "I have the power to...whoof!...to activate over an entire area!"
     Sonic Boom looked at him with new eyes. "You think you can actually
take this thing down?"
     "I can sure try. But I have to be right up against him to do it! He's
going to take all I got!"
     "Say no more." Sonic Boom agreed. "I can get you there toot sweet!"
     And Sonic Boom raced around behind Jason, grabbed him under both arms
and ferried him with his levitation belt on high right up toward the huge
beast.
     "Sonic, Sonic, you got to remember one thing, though." Jason squeaked
as they rose alarmingly fast through the air. "It's an area effect! That
means that it's going to hit me and you as hard as it hits the creature."
     "Oog!" Sonic Boom said, but he didn't stop flying toward the
beast. "Got to do it, though. This thing is killing people right and left,
we can't evacuate people fast enough though we have the entire League out
trying to get them out of the way."
     "Okay." Jason said. "Sonic, I just want to say, it's going to be a
pleasure working with you."
     "Yeah." Sonic Boom said, then chuckled ruefully. "Literally." And they
were at the creature, Sonic Boom got them right up against the large
greenish chest. "Time to do your thing, Jizzman."
     "I am." Jason said. "Now!" And he extended both hands, palms out,
towards the creature.
     And poured out every iota of his power into the gigantic man-shaped
being. It was only now that he wondered if this beast actually was male and
had the equivalent of human genitalia...
     It did. A slit in the area between its legs slid open and a long and
point-tipped prick shot out, rigid and began squirting pinkish jizz in huge
quantities out over the freeway. The creature stopped, moaned, sagged, its
hands catching the buildings on either side to hold itself upright.
     And Jason and Sonic Boom promptly began to soil their underwear with
squirts of their own jizz.
     "Ah, gah, ah, ah!" Sonic moaned. He gave Jason a hefty toss-up and
whirl so that Jason rose and spun around in mid-air and then caught him
again, this time face to face and Jason was able to catch hold of Sonic in
turn and by holding each other, Jason was able to stay up in the air. For
this talent, he had to keep renewing constantly. He'd never experienced a
limit to this talent of his to ignite orgasm by the mere thought and
concentration of the flow, but now....
     He was in Sonic's arms, Sonic's arms around him, their legs
intertwined and he felt the hot pool of jizz from Sonic's cock spraying
onto his left leg and his own spurting out through the cloth to soak
Sonic's stomach.
     "You...got...him!" Sonic Boom moaned as he was wrenched by
climax. "Keep...pouring...it...on!"
     "Ah, gah, ah, gah!" Jason groaned in his ecstasy, and this went on and
on and on! Two climaxing heroes floating next to an orgasming gigantic
alien creature, the thing was sliding slowly downwards as the ejaculations
continued.
     Jason was facing the creature, as he had to, but his chin was resting
on Sonic Boom's sturdy shoulder. He reached over and kissed the ear that
was nearby then down the supple, firmly toned neck, and Sonic's body
writhed against his, not only in passion but in caressing motions over
Jason's body. Ecstasy without impalement, without all the flaws that the
human flesh can fall prey to when mating, he could give the two of them
endless, unadulterated and perfect joy. And it could go on forever if he
chose....
     "Oh, no!" Sonic Boom gasped out. "Don't...do...it!" he moaned loudly
as he could.
     Jason didn't understand, and his eyes were meandering about as a
result of his ceaseless orgasm, and he wandered if Sonic Boom was faltering
under the assault upon his senses, when he then saw.
     "Glory Man!" he breathed.
     For Glory Man was coming in to pummel the now-helpless beast. And he
was entering the area of Jizzman's effect. Either Jason stopped his powers
now or Glory Man would be...
     Was. He got close and as he impacted the creature, he began to
ejaculate into his blue brief-like shorts, that turned dark blue. Instead
of punching the monstrous being, he impacted on it and clung on tight,
moaning as he shot his wads helplessly within Jason's powerful aura.
     "Glory Man!" called out Power Lady from higher up.
     "Stay...away!" groaned Glory Man. Jason admired the power that could
let him shout that out while in mid-climax. "We've...got...this...handled!"
     "You've got something." huffed Power Lady, but she generaled the
evacuation as the huge alien visitor, drained by the long orgasm into a
weak, compliant clump of whimpering, exhausted male flesh drained of all
lust and all energy. Power Lady and a few of the other heroes were then
able to bind the huge creature and Glory Man, Power Lady and those of the
heroes who had self-flight capability lifted it up and ferried it to a
secure location.
     This left Jason and Sonic Boom, still worn out beyond the ability to
move, lying on the roadway, their costumes stiff with their jizz, and still
lying in each other's arms.
     That's the scene the photographers caught and were plastered over the
front pages the next day. But the headlines themselves were far from
complimentary.
     Jason moaned when he saw them, grateful only that his costume
concealed his face and thus his identity, for he wouldn't be able to show
his face again any time soon with this sort of publicity. A bit of
corrupted platitude wove through his brain, what profits a man that he
gains the world only to lose his soul? He'd save the human race when the
entire League was failing...and now he was the city's laughing stock and
butt of endless rude jokes.
     Almost a week later, he was sitting in the park when he heard a
familiar voice. "Hey there."
     Jason looked up. Some young college-age guy with light brown hair,
smiling down at him. "Hey." he said back.
     "You weren't thinking of hanging up your costume, were you?"
     Jason looked up, blinked, recognized him. "Sonic Boom?"
     "Shh! Call me Matt."
     "Matt. I'm Jason."
     Matt/Sonic Boom sat down beside him. "You haven't been checking your
voice mail, have you?"
     "You mean my other voice mail?" Jason replied, meaning the one he'd
had listed for "Jizzman." "Not recently." Too many calls from jerks and
perverts on it.
     "We had another meeting of the League about you. After you dealt with
that gigantic thing which was kicking all of our asses, we have to admit,
whether we like it or not, that your power is worthy of being a part of the
League of Heroes. Your delivery may be a bit unorthodox, but we have to
face that it gets results."
     "I'm glad to hear it."
     "So if you'll come back to the Hall of Heroes with me, we'll get you a
League communicator and levitation belt."
     Jason looked up, blinked, and the blur that was a normal college kid
was suddenly that of Sonic Boom. "I don't have my costume with me." He
demurred.
     "No problem, I'll fly us both there." Sonic volunteered. Jason agreed
and when he was high in the air, he got the same lift-and-flip that had
turned him around and he was now face-to-face with Sonic Boom. Those impish
eyes blazed into his. "Now we're alone, how about giving old Sonic one more
shot? Call it payment for the trip." The smile was as insolent as ever.
     "Mind if I join in with a bit of the area effect instead?" Jason
grinned back.
     "I'd be disappointed if you didn't."
     Jason used his talent to send them both into a state of instant
ecstasy. This was going to be the start of something really
terrific. Starting with the levitation belt as a gift from the League.
     And after all, if it was going to be Jizzman to the rescue, jizz was
going to have to fly!
     Hey...jizz is going to fly! That might make a good battle-cry for him!

				  THE END
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