Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2016 09:30:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: z119z 2000 <z119z2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: SuperFlash and SuperJack, Part 3

SuperFlash and SuperJack, Part 3

© by the author 2016

"Lieutenant Edgemount, time for you to do your thing. But this time keep
it focused on the target." Colonel Cummings, the leader of the XXX Squad
scowled at Jack. "We don't want a repeat of the SuperJack Fiasco."

Jack snapped to attention. "Yes, Sir." His crisp salute belied the sudden
stab of pain inside his guts. Dammit, would they never forget? Would he
never be able to live down the SuperJack Fiasco? One little mistake, a
minor fuck-up. That's all it was. It wasn't as if anyone had been
harmed. True, there had been a few fender-benders when the attention of
male drivers strayed from the road. But the LAE's malpractice and
collateral damage insurance had covered that, and the guys in the Motor
Pool had used their powers to smooth out all the dents and touch up the
paint.

Besides the operation had been successful. The female members of the XXX
Squad hadn't been affected, and they had rounded up the bad guys and hauled
them off to Hardess Penitentiary. The only people who thought it had been a
fiasco were his nit-picking superiors in the League of the Advantageously
Endowed. Publicly they had to deplore the incident, but privately even they
had to admit that the LAE had received lots of favorable publicity because
of it. The story made all the newscasts—admittedly usually as the day's
humorous anecdote at the close of the broadcast—and Twitter waxed
ecstatic over "SuperJack"—the nickname one satisfied citizen had given
him. The videos posted on YouTube and Tumblr went viral. The most popular
one was from a hidden camera at a gym catering to competition-level
body-builders. The sight of two dozen musclemen in the throes of "a
SuperJack orgasm" writhing around on the floor with their muscles spasming,
followed by gallons of cum spurting out of their supercharged cocks and
coating their glistening hard bodies, assorted exercise machines and
weights, the mirrors, and the ceiling, still garnered tens of thousands of
hits every day.

It wasn't as if he meant to do it. It had been his first field operation,
and in his excitement at being part of the XXX Squad the adrenalin had
kicked in and he had become a bit overaroused. He had been aiming for the
culprits, but he forgot to concentrate, and every man within a mile radius
had experienced the full force of his powers, including all the male
members of the XXX Squad. The LAE had had to issue an official apology, and
there had been talk of a congressional inquiry. The only thing that had
saved him from a demotion had been the heartfelt testimonials of all the
private citizens "SuperJack" had zapped.

Colonel Cummings had called him into his office and dressed him down for
half an hour. But he had ended by saying, "We were lucky this time,
Lieutenant. What should have been a PR disaster worked in our favor. I'm
told that the chat on social media is 100 percent behind you. In fact,
we've been deluged with requests for live, in-person demonstrations of your
powers."  So it hadn't been all bad. Still, he didn't want a
repeat—although he suspected that some members of the Squad were hoping
he would forget himself and unleash another "fiasco."

"Colonel, do we know what floor the Eel and his gang are on?" Jack peered
through the window of the Command Module at the abandoned building the Eel
had chosen as his hideout. The old factory looked like no one had been
inside it in years. Behind a sagging chain-link fence, weeds sprouted
through every crack in the asphalt of the parking lot. What windows weren't
broken were covered with years of grime. Stray bits of paper and discarded
plastic bags littered the loading bays. It had taken the XXX Squad weeks to
track the Eel down. Now they had the gang the press were calling the Shock
Brigade surrounded. Crack troops of the elite squad guarded all exits, and
the First Aerial Platoon of the Squad circled the roof of the building.

The man reading the heat sensors looked up from his monitor and said, "I'm
reading warm bodies on all five floors."

"Excuse me, Colonel," said Jack, "at this distance, I'll have to use a wide
beam to cover that much space. I could move closer, but then I won't be
able to hit all of the Eel's gang at once. But if I stay here, I'll affect
all the men on the Squad between me and the building and probably most of
those standing behind it as well. Maybe you should order them to pull
back. And you should tell the male flyers to move up away from the roof,
just to be safe."

The Colonel thumbed his shoulder mike on. "Attention, all detachments. This
is Colonel Cummings speaking. I am about to order Lieutenant Edgemount into
action."

A ragged cheer arose from the male members of the Squad surrounding the
building. Several of them exchanged high-fives before beginning to unzip
their pants.

 "Calm down, men," ordered the Colonel. "All male Squaddies are to fall
back. I repeat. All male Squaddies withdraw behind the perimeter lines. All
female Squaddies are to move forward. All male flyers should remove
themselves from the immediate vicinity. Come on, lads. Step lively."

"Colonel, this is Captain Symonds." Symonds was trying to sound cool and
collected, but his voice betrayed his excitement. "Request permission to
stay with my detachment. I have several rookies who will need my support
and guidance."

"Permission denied, Captain. We can't have you being incapacitated when
Edgemount goes to work."

"Colonel, Major LaBeouf here. I'd like to stay with my detachment as
well. A leader shouldn't shirk his duties during combat. We need to show
our men that we're with them and sharing their hard—"

"Gentlemen, get your asses away from the building. That means all of you."
The Colonel was shouting now. "And that includes all you flyboys. Don't
think I can't see you hovering behind the heating ducts. One hundred feet
minimum between you and the roof. Now!"

The male members of the Squad reluctantly began to leave their forward
posts. None of them seemed to be in a hurry. When one man bent over to
retie his shoelaces, several of his comrades discovered their combat boots
were untied as well. The men were obeying Colonel Cumming's order but
interpreting it loosely. Suddenly there was a shout from the building. The
Eel and his gang had been watching. The withdrawal of the male Squaddies
had given them hope that they could break out and escape the
encirclement. They swarmed out of every exit.

Colonel Cummings hadn't become a leader by holding back. "Now, Edgemount,
now. Don't wait for the men to get clear."

Jack turned to the building and let loose with his powers. Across the
parking lot, all males instantly turned into blithering idiots as the full
force of Jack's mental controls hit them. They tumbled to the ground and
arched their backs as their cocks were engulfed in the wet sticky blow jobs
and as monster cocks thrust into their asses and began fucking. Within two
seconds, moans and groans arose from all the men caught in the beams of
Jack's thoughts.

The female Squaddies leaped into action and began shackling the members of
the Eel's gang. They ignored their male colleagues. The Colonel waited
until the senior female indicated that all members of the Shock Brigade
were under control before turning to Jack. "Thank you, Lieutenant
Edgemount. That will be all. Good job. I'm glad to see that at least one
male around here can obey orders."

As the effect of Jack's powers ebbed, the male Squaddies began picking
themselves up off the pavement. Most of them had ejaculated, and the fronts
of their uniforms were drenched. "Disgraceful," barked the Colonel. "Get
yourselves cleaned up. I want to see you in clean uniforms
immediately. Those of you who are fit for duty should begin escorting the
prisoners to Tent 1. Lieutenant Orsino, report to Tent 1."

Jack saluted the Colonel again and walked away. The prisoners were being
lined up before Tent 1. He saw Cal ambling over to the tent and sent a
thought his way. Nothing serious. "Just, I'm thinking of you, Lieutenant
Orsino, and there will be more later." Cal would be busy for an hour or so,
processing the prisoners. A pair of female guards would escort each male
prisoner into the tent, where Cal waited with his cock out. As soon as the
prisoner saw it, he would instantly come under Cal's control, and Cal would
order him to cooperate with his captors and behave himself. The transport
vans for Hardess Penitentiary would soon be filled with docile ranks of men
looking forward to their rehabilitation at the hands of "SuperFlash."

The leaders of the XXX Squad discouraged nicknames, but all the members of
the Squad with more unusual powers had one. It was a mark of respect and
admiration from the less gifted. Once the gossip spread and it became known
that he and Cal were lovers, it had been a natural step to christen
SuperJack's partner SuperFlash.

As Jack walked to the van that would transport him back to headquarters, he
passed a group of Squaddies sponging their uniforms off and trying to erase
the evidence of their recent orgasms. He was greeted with whistles and
cries of "Way to go, SuperJack."  "Hey, babe, party at my place
tonight. The hot tub's ready." and "Thanks, Jack. Looking forward to seeing
you tonight."

Jack waved to acknowledge the applause. "Sorry, guys, I've got something
else planned for this evening."

Mock groans of dismay arose from the crowd. "Some guys have all the luck."

Jack smiled to himself. He knew that they meant that Cal was the lucky one,
but they were wrong. He was the lucky one.

***

"He's asked us over to his place?"

"Yes. He wants us to come over on Saturday evening."

"Some sort of party, do you think?"

"No, it doesn't sound like it. He said it was informal. Just for drinks. I
think it may be just the two of us."

"What did you tell him?"

"I said I'd ask you and then text him back. He gave me his private number."

"You have the Director's private number?"

Jack nodded yes. "So do you want to go?"

"We can't say no." Cal hugged Jack closer and whispered into his ear, "We
don't want to disappoint the Director, do we?"

Things were working out so well. It had almost been too easy. He had let
Jack "rehabilitate" him. He had readily done everything the LAE had asked
without complaining or whining. He had helped cure all the men he had
enslaved and restored them to something approaching sanity. (Well almost
all of them. Every night a parade of men found some excuse to walk past the
house that Jack and he shared. Most of those were people hoping that they
were in range of Jack's powers, but he recognized a few faces from his old
days as a supervillain. Some of his former menions apparently had not given
up hope.) As far as he could tell, his appointment to adjunct membership in
the XXX Squad with the brevet rank of lieutenant, assigned to the task of
pacifying male criminals, had been accepted at face value. Outwardly he had
reformed. He was almost a poster boy for the LAE—former master criminal
now using his powers for good and helping rid the world of villains.
Everybody was buying his act.

Plus there was Jack. Jack was an unexpected bonus, the best part of his new
life. He didn't know why he continued to hold off on enslaving Jack. They
were together every night. It would have taken just one small flash of his
cock, and Jack would be totally his. He could easily program Jack so that
no one suspected. At least he thought he could. Jack hadn't reacted as
other men did to his nipples. He still wasn't sure whether Jack had come
under the spell of his supertits or whether Jack just liked to stare at his
pecs and suck on his thick nipples. When Jack used his powers on him, it
dampened his own powers, apparently just enough so that Jack could resist
becoming enslaved by his nipples, but not enough that Jack could resist
salivating at the sight of them. He didn't know what the sight of his cock
would do to Jack. He wasn't sure that he wanted to find out.

The sex with Jack was incredible, and he didn't want to risk losing
that—at least not yet. Jack was full of surprises in bed. He was
constantly coming up with new ways to use his powers to increase their
sexual pleasure. Enslavement might destroy Jack's initiative and
inventiveness. That had happened in the past. The men he had taken followed
orders precisely. They literally did only what they were told to do, and
the last thing they could be accused of having was initiative, let alone
inventiveness. Part of the fun of being with Jack was that Jack was so
innovative. And he liked Jack. He liked talking with him. He liked sitting
beside him and holding hands. He liked working out and jogging with
Jack. Last weekend, to his surprise, he had realized that he even liked
grocery shopping with Jack. On several different occasions, he had already
caught himself looking forward to pushing the cart around while Jack
shopped this coming weekend. He liked being Jack's "friend."

It wasn't just Jack. Everybody in the XXX Squad treated him as one of
them. That was, he had to admit, nice. He'd never had friends before or
been part of a group of equals. Before he had had slaves; now he had
colleagues. It was fun to go out with the guys after a mission and kick
back, have a few beers, talk. So he had held back and patiently bided his
time, gathering information and plotting tactics before he enslaved them
all.

And now his patience had been rewarded. SuperGeneral Mann had invited them
over for drinks—just Jack and him. It would take him only a second to
bring the Director of the LAE under his control, and then he could take
over the League without anyone suspecting what was happening until it was
too late. All the criminals that he had "pacified" and who were now
languishing in Hardess were really his slaves, ready when he gave the
signal to rise up and join him. Together with the male members of the LAE
they would make an invincible army. The world was within his grasp.

Well, he still had a few days to mull over his tactics for enslaving
General Mann. Right now, he had something better to do.

He kissed Jack on the neck just below his right ear. Jack moaned. He liked
it when Jack moaned. Those moans did something inside his chest—somehow
they made him feel hollow inside but hollow in a good way, a way that made
him happy. It was a pain that gave him pleasure. He'd have to talk about
with Jack one day. Maybe it was a power Jack didn't know he had. But every
time Jack moaned, it made him want to hold him more closely and make him
moan again.

"Maybe we should go upstairs, Jack."

"Why what's upstairs?" Jack tried to sound coy, but his cock was already
tenting his shorts.

"Last time I looked, there was a big bed, one that's just the right size
for the two of us." The Bear scooped Jack up in his arms and lifted him off
the sofa.

Jack put his arms around the Bear's neck and hugged him. "Why wait? There's
the floor. We don't have to go upstairs."

"We need to be near the shower—for afterwards. Might was well go
upstairs now. Plus the bed is softer than the floor. And the blindfold and
the lube are upstairs."

"Do I have to wear the blindfold? I hate that thing. I can't see you."

"Jack, we've talked about this. I know you don't like it, but we can't risk
it. You get me so excited that I might forget myself and I'd end up
enslaving you. I don't want that."  The Bear put an end to the discussion
by sticking his tongue into Jack's mouth.

Jack retaliated by giving the Bear a mental rim job. He pictured his
tongue—suddenly doubled in length and width, and gleaming with his
spit—insinuating its way into Cal's ass. For good measure he imagined it
to be ten degrees warmer than normal.

Cal squealed. "Stop that. You're going make me miss a step and we'll fall
down the stairs."

"No problem. Maybe you'd like this better." Jack mentally switched his
tongue Cal's genitals. It was now so long that he was able to wrap the
entire length of the Bear's cock in an overlapping coil of flesh and still
have enough so that the tip could slurp the Bear's balls.

"Oh, you little devil. Where did you learn to be so perverted?"

"Hey, it's not perversion. It's inspiration. You inspire me."

The Bear threaded their bodies through the door to the bedroom, taking care
not to let the door frame hit Jack anywhere on his body. He heaved Jack
onto the bed and pulled off Jack's T-shirt, tossing it to the
floor. "Hmm. All that exercising is really beginning to make a difference."

"Do you think so? I'm not any bigger."

"Yeah, you're bigger. I can see it. It just takes time to get add muscle
mass. You'll get there eventually. But your muscles are much harder now,
and your definition is great. Let's have a look at the rest of you." The
Bear stripped the shorts off Jack's body. "Hmm, did I ever tell you you
have a great ass?"

"Yeah, you've mentioned it."

"And a great cock." The Bear leaned forward and took Jack's cock into his
mouth. He had first sucked Jack three weeks earlier. Jack was the first man
he had ever sucked. In fact, Jack's cock had been the first cock other than
his own that he had ever touched. When they began living together, he
discovered early on that if he stimulated Jack, it excited Jack, and an
excited Jack was an uninhibited Jack. He didn't hold back on his mental
powers when he got aroused. And he kept getting more and more aroused as he
found new ways to stimulate Jack.

One day when they had been making out, Jack's cock was bobbing in front of
his face. Jack had such a great-looking cock. The head was so beautifully
shaped. When he looked at it, he knew that it would fit his mouth
perfectly. As he watched Jack's cock swing back and forth, a drop of
pre-cum oozed out the tip. The head looked so moist and inviting. The next
thing he knew, he was sucking Jack's cock.

He hadn't made a very good job of it that first time. He had been clumsy
and he had brought Jack to a climax almost before he got started, but, as
they say, practice makes perfect. He didn't gag anymore, and he was
acquiring some skills in reading Jack's reactions to what he was doing. He
was learning how to use his lips and move his tongue to stimulate Jack in a
way that aroused him but kept him from having an orgasm immediately. He
could prolong Jack's arousal and delay the orgasm. Jack seemed to like the
results.

Plus, he liked sucking Jack's cock. It felt good to lick the entire length
of Jack's cock and get it wet and slippery. It felt good to wrap his lips
around the tip and then slowly draw Jack's cock into his mouth until his
nose was pressed against Jack's balls. It felt good to suck in his
cheeks. It felt good to let the head of Jack's cock slip past his tonsils
and into this throat.

What he liked best was when Jack lost control, and his body began acting on
its own—when Jack began fucking his face, plunging his cock deep into
his mouth, pounding it so hard that his head snapped back with each
thrust. He loved the feeling of Jack's balls hitting his face, and Jack's
pubic hair scratching his chin. And he loved it when they sixty-nined. When
they were joined together and became a mindless rutting machine.

The Bear grabbed Jack's blindfold off the nightstand.

"Just let me have a last look at you. Pose for me."

The Bear laughed. He hammed his way through a parody of a bodybuilder's
posing routine.

"Oooh, make those biceps bigger, baby. And bounce your pecs. You know I
love it when you bounce your pecs."

The Bear knelt on the bed. He pulled Jack's head forward until it was
buried between his pecs. He slowly massaged Jack's face with his muscles as
Jack hungrily drove his tongue into the groove between the Bear's pecs and
licked them. The Bear let him continue his explorations until Jack started
sucking his nipples. "Mmm, Jack. I love it when you do that. Don't use your
powers on me yet. Just your tongue. It's more than enough. You don't have
to add to it."

Jack's hand found the Bear's cock through the fabric of his jockstrap. The
Bear stopped what he was doing and pulled back. "No, Jack. Not without the
blindfold. We can't risk it."

Jack sighed. "There's got to be some way we can do this without a
blindfold."

"It's for your own protection."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I know. Here—give it to me." Jack positioned the
blindfold over his eyes.

The Bear helped him strap it in place and then checked to make sure it was
on properly and Jack couldn't see out the edges. "Okay, we're ready. Help
me take off my jock." The Bear guided Jack's hands to the waistband and
lifted each leg in turn as Jack pulled the jock off him. Jack's hands were
wrapped around his cock before he had time to toss the jock strap to the
floor.

"One of these days I'm going to see this monster for real and not just
picture it in my imagination."

The Bear maneuvered his body so that his groin was in front of Jack's mouth
and he could reach Jack's cock with his own mouth. Because of the
difference in their heights, he had to contort his own body to fit. His
back bent into an uncomfortable shape, but when they began sucking each
other, Jack moaned again. The Bear closed his eyes and focused on making
Jack moan—again and again. He forgot about his back and concentrated on
pleasuring the cock in his mouth.

***

"Why don't you show me your cock?" The Director raised his glass and took a
drink. He stared directly into the Bear's eyes.

Jack had left the room to use the bathroom. Now was his opportunity. He had
been thinking about whipping out his cock all evening, but he wanted to
avoid enslaving Jack if possible. His plan was to subdue the Director but
tell him to act normally when Jack was around. He would arrange to meet the
Director another time to complete his programming. Now the Director was
asking him, challenging him, to unveil his cock. The Director was handing
him control of the LAE. He even appeared to be looking forward to it.

The Bear unzipped his jeans. He had intentionally not worn underwear. He
reached in and pulled out his cock and flapped it at the Director. "Like
what you see?"

The Director stared at the Bear's cock for a few seconds. "Nice. I can see
why it might be effective on some men." He cocked his head in the direction
in which Jack had disappeared and said, "I think I have time to show you
mine before Jack gets back."

The Director was wearing a pair of loose-fitting wool slacks. He unbuttoned
the fly and opened the zipper. His cock slowly slid out.

The Bear gaped. "It's huge." He licked his lips. "Can anyone take that?
You'd choke on that." It suddenly occurred to him that things were not
going according to plan. He was the one drooling over a cock, not the
Director. "But I don't understand. Why doesn't my cock work on you?"

"Two reasons. One, I'm an alien. Human cocks don't affect me the same way
they do human males. Two, I'm bigger than you. Your power only works on
guys with smaller cocks. Up till now, I guess you've never met anyone with
a bigger cock. Now you have. Well, we'd best stow the monsters. I can hear
Jack washing his hands." He smiled conspiratorially at the Bear. "Some
other time, I like to see your cock again."

***

"Both of you seem preoccupied. Is something the matter?" The Director
leaned forward in his chair. "Tell me about it. Perhaps I can help."

Jack and the Bear exchanged a look and shifted uneasily. Jack reached over
and grasped the Bear's hand. "Well, it's just that ..." He couldn't finish
the sentence. He stared at the floor, overcome by a sudden fit of
shyness. Cal and the Director were both so huge. He had had to fight the
feeling all evening that he was a kid again, sitting by while the grown-ups
talked.

The Director had been so nice, treating them like equals. He seemed
genuinely interested in them and encouraged them to talk about themselves
and their life together. He had discussed some of the problems he had
encountered as a young superhero and offered to mentor them and help them
deal with the difficulties of being advantageously endowed in a world that
sometimes feared those who were only trying to protect them. The Director
had opened up about himself. He had even mentioned that he could perform
marriages, a comment that left Jack wondering if the Director had been
offering to wed the two of them.

"We're having a problem, Sir. A sexual problem. Don't get me wrong," the
Bear shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with the sex—the sex is
great—but we have to be so careful in bed to make sure that Jack doesn't
see my cock. I don't want to enslave him, but I'm worried that I'll get
excited and forget myself and send him the wrong signal. So Jack's been
putting on a blindfold before I get fully undressed in front of him. It's
just not very satisfactory. We want to look at each other, but we don't
dare risk that."

"I can help you with that," said the Director. "But it would mean that you
would lose part of your powers. The good thing is that you would no longer
have the power to enslave Jack. In turn Jack would be able to see your
cock."

"How can you do that?"

"It's one of my powers. It wouldn't take my time, and there's no pain. I
just need to touch your body," said the Director, indicating the Bear.

"Would it take away my power to affect other men?"

"No. I can limit the impact to Jack."

"It doesn't seem fair," said Jack. "Cal has to give up everything, and I
gain all the benefits."

"Not all the benefits," said the Bear. "Your happiness means everything to
me. I'd gain as much as you would."

"I should give up something too." The two lovers locked eyes.

"I can," said the Director, "also remove your ability to use your powers on
Lieutenant Orsino. The two of you could do everything that two normal human
males do, but you couldn't exercise your powers on each other. Just make
sure that's what you want. I won't be able to reverse the process."

"How about it?" said Jack. "You know lately you've been telling me to hold
off on using my powers on you." He hoped he sounded more confident than he
felt. On one hand he wanted Cal to like him for himself, not for the
pleasures his powers could create. On the other hand, maybe Cal wouldn't
like him as much if he couldn't stimulate him mentally.

"Yeah, I kinda like it when we do it natural—I mean when we act like
normal people." The Bear didn't know why, but he thought he would like Jack
even better if Jack couldn't control him—if they chose to be together
because they wanted each other rather than because Jack could invade his
mind and give him so much pleasure. He wanted to move beyond augmented sex
and try the real thing. Maybe they would fail, but they owed it to
themselves to find out.

"So what do you think? Should we risk it?"

"Let's do it."

***

"What do we do?"

"It's simple. Let's go in here." The Director ushered them into another
room. The floor was tiled, all the furniture was made of plastic, and the
walls and ceiling were covered with mirrors. "This room is easier to clean
up. The process may result in a lot of fluids being flung about. Oh, don't
worry. You will enjoy the flinging." The Director began unbuttoning his
shirt. "Lieutenant Edgemount, you can undress in here. Lieutenant Orsino,
you should undress in the bathroom down the hall. Close the door behind you
while you change into this." The Director handed the Bear a red
jockstrap. "For now you should put on this so you don't affect Lieutenant
Edgemount. You'll be able to take it off later."

When the Bear returned, he found the Director and Jack undressed. The
Director sat down on a long sofa and motioned Jack to sit on his right side
and the Bear on his left. The Director put an arm across each man's
shoulders. "Just relax and get comfortable."

The Director's arm felt strangely hot and heavy on the Bear's shoulders. He
pushed himself down on the couch until his head was level with Jack's. The
Director's chest jutted out so far that most of Jack's face was obscured by
the swelling of the pecs. "It feels odd," he said.

"Why?"

"I'm used to being the biggest man in the room. I've never been so close to
someone as big as you."

"Does it bother you?"

The Bear thought about it for several seconds before he answered. "Not so
much bother as it makes me feel funny. My thoughts are different."

"It's okay. You'll be fine. Now I want both of you to suck on my nipples."
The Director's placed his hands on the backs of Jack's and the Bear's heads
and gently pressured them down until their mouths were poised over his
nipples.

Jack felt a momentary sense of light-headedness before his mind went
blank. His lips closed around the Director's right nipple and he began
sucking.

The Bear's first inclination was to push back against the Director's
hand. He wasn't used to being manipulated. But then he took a good look at
the Director's nipple. It was so inviting. He suddenly wanted to suck on
the Director's nipples. He couldn't think of anything else. The nipple
filled his mind. The Director's nipples were so beautiful, so tempting, so
succulent.

The Director contracted and relaxed his pecs, forcing his nipples in and
out of Jack's and the Bear's mouths. Neither of them heard the soft moans
of contentment that bubbled out of their throats. Nor did either of them
make a conscious decision to put a hand around the Director's cock and
begin slowly stroking it. In and out. Up and down. The movements became
automatic, actions done without thought. Hypnotic. Their minds drifted
away. Their free will vanished.

When he had turned Jack and the Bear into mindless, obedient servants, the
Director stood up. His erect cock jutted upward from his abdomen. "Kneel,"
he said.

Jack and the Bear obediently slid to the floor and positioned themselves so
that their mouths were level with the Director's cock. He placed his hands
on the backs of their heads again and guided them in until their open
mouths made a circle around his cock. He began rocking his body back and
forth.

As he did so, his cock slid back and forth between Jack and the Bear. They
wet their tongues and lips to lubricate the motion of the cock. Each stared
sightlessly into the other's eyes as the Director reprogrammed their
minds. Jack was now able to stare at the Bear's cock without becoming his
slave. The Bear was now beyond Jack's powers to deceive his mind into
thinking he was having sex. For good measure, the Director removed the
Bear's desire to enslave other men; henceforth the Bear would use his
powers only for good.

When he had finished, the Director turned his own mind to the enjoyment of
what was happening. Strictly speaking, he didn't need to have sex to
reprogram the two. He could have accomplished the rewiring by touching them
with a finger anywhere on their body. All that was necessary was
flesh-to-flesh contact. It didn't matter how or where. But he liked having
his nipples sucked, and he really liked having his cock sucked by two
men. Unfortunately he couldn't risk letting them take his cock into their
mouths, not to mention fucking them. The strength of his ejaculations would
have torn them apart. Still, what they were doing felt great.

He began rocking back and forth faster and faster, shoving his groin
against Jack and the Bear so that his balls slapped their bodies. When he
was almost ready to ejaculate, he reached into Jack's mind and unleashed
Jack's powers on himself. His cum exploded from his cock. The group was ten
feet from the nearest wall, but globs of cum hit it, shattering the
mirror. When his orgasm subsided, drops of cum dribbled down Jack's and the
Bear's faces. Both men eagerly lapped it up.

The Director enjoyed the moment for a few seconds and then released the
two.

***

"Do you remember anything about what happened?" Jack looked across the
pillow toward Cal. They were back home, in their own bed.

"Not much. He did something to us. I remember how hot his arm was on my
shoulders and how strong his hand was on my head. Then I saw his nipple,
and that's the last thing I remember. The next thing I know we were dressed
again and sitting in his living room, finishing our drinks."

"Same for me." Jack stroked his partner's chest. "Do you think it worked?"

"I don't know."

Jack unleashed the full force of his powers on the Bear. The Bear looked at
him with no change of expression.

"Did you feel anything?"

"Just now? No. Did you try something?"

"I gave you everything I've got. The full treatment."

"Really? It's not working on me. I didn't feel a thing."

"We should see what's happened to your power."

"Close your eyes for a second." The Bear raised his hips and slid his
thumbs under the waistband of the jock strap. He lifted his legs and slid
the strap off. "Okay. You can look now."

Jack opened his eyes. For a second he looked into the Bear's eyes. Then he
raised himself up on one arm. His gaze slid down the Bear's body. He
gasped. His eyes glazed over.

"Are you okay? Say something."

"It's even bigger than I thought. God, it's beautiful."

"You don't feel enslaved?"

"No, just awed. Astonished. Dumbfounded. Can I touch it?"

"Of course." Cal gathered Jack into his arms and squeezed. He broke into
laughter. "This is wonderful. We can have proper sex now. And I know just
how I want to celebrate this."

Perhaps we should allow Jack and Cal the privacy their lovemaking
deserves. It is no more than the behavior demanded by simple human decency,
a rare commodity in this age of sex tapes, explicit dialogue on television,
the Internet, selfies, and the common currency of four-letter words. We
could draw a curtain across the scene and rejoin them after they are
finished and eavesdrop on their post-coital chitchat.

Yeah, we could do that—maybe in some alternative universe.

The Bear leaped out of bed and flung the covers aside. "Lie flat on your
back, legs and arms outspread."

"Wow, so bossy. Hmm, is that how it's going to be now that I'm no longer in
danger of being enslaved?" Jack grinned at Cal and licked his lips. "Well,
Master, your wish is my command."  He rolled over on his back and stretched
out on the bed.

The Bear studied Jack's body for a moment and then made a minor adjustment
to the positions of Jack's legs.

Jack's cock was already semi-erect. The Bear squirted some lube on his
fingers. It took him only a few strokes to bring Jack to a full
erection. Without hesitating, he knelt on his knees facing Jack, with his
legs on either side of Jack's body, and impaled himself on Jack's cock.

A sudden shock of pain drove upwards into his gut. It was the first time
that he had ever had a real cock inside him. He had used dildos earlier
when he vainly tried to recreate the mind fuck that Jack had given him, but
he had inserted those gradually, stopping when they became
uncomfortable. That experience didn't prepare him for the bolt of lightning
surging through his body. His face contorted, and the cords of his neck
flared out as he tossed his head back and grunted at the ceiling. He was
only vaguely conscious of Jack squirming beneath him as his full weight hit
Jack's groin.

The Bear pushed his knees outward and pressed his ass flat against Jack,
driving Jack's cock further inside him. He kept that position for several
seconds until the pain faded. He lifted himself up a couple of inches and
then dropped his body again. He could feel Jack's pubic hair scraping
against his ass.

He wanted to experience every sensation fully. Jack's hands were grabbing
at his body, the fingers digging into his thighs. He could see that Jack
didn't realize what he was doing. Jack was overwhelmed by his assault and
couldn't think. Jack's head swung from side to side; mouth
open. Inarticulate cries came from deep within.

The Bear raised and lowered himself again. This time he lifted himself up
until he felt the head of Jack's cock inside his anus. When it was about to
slip out, he sat down again. He could feel the head boring into him,
stretching him. Jack wasn't anywhere near as large as the dildos he had
used on himself, but Jack's cock felt better. Hot, hard but pliable,
sweet. And the dildos hadn't moaned as Jack was moaning. The dildos hadn't
had hands to clutch at him. The dildos didn't have eyes that opened in
adoration and gratitude. Jack was much better than a dildo. A real fuck
from Jack was much better than a mind fuck from Jack.

As the Bear slowly raised and lowered himself repeatedly, Jack began to
react. His cock thrust upward into the Bear when the Bear tried to
withdraw. Jack's cock wanted to be inside him. Soon Jack's cock took
over. Jack began fucking the Bear in earnest, his cock sliding in and out,
his groin pounding against the Bear's ass.

The Bear leaned forward, until Jack's face was pressed between his pecs. He
knew that Jack liked that. He threaded an arm beneath Jack's head and
lifted Jack's head until Jack's tongue began licking the groove between his
pecs. He flexed his chest and arm muscles, engulfing Jack's head in his
body. Jack wrapped his arms around the Bear's chest and pushed his cock
deeper into the Bear.

Twenty minutes later, the Bear released Jack and sat up. He laced his
fingers behind his neck and flexed his arms, making his biceps bulge. He
twisted his torso back and forth, offering his body to Jack.

His cock had grown hard from the pounding that Jack was giving him. It
extended upward over Jack's torso. The tip almost reached Jack's
throat. Each time Jack slammed into him, his cock slapped Jack's
chest. Jack's eyes followed every motion of his cock. It was as if Jack
couldn't look away. Jack was entranced by his cock. The Bear wiggled it
back and forth. Jack's eyes tracked it. The harder Jack drove into him, the
more his cock bounced. Jack made the connection. For every action there is
an opposite and equal reaction. It spurred him to even greater thrusts into
the Bear.

Jack and the Bear had long since given up moaning. Each thrust was met with
primitive grunts as the two gave themselves over to the fury of their
fucking.

The Bear felt Jack's rhythms grow wilder and deeper. Jack was about to
cum. That realization made his balls churn and heave and his cock grow
harder and longer.

When the Bear felt Jack's cum squirt into him, his cock exploded. For
several seconds, both men felt nothing but the pleasures of ejaculation.

When the Bear recovered enough to be able to see again, he looked
down. Jack's face was covered with his cum. A pool of cum glistened in
Jack's open mouth. As the Bear watched, Jack swallowed. The Bear leaned
forward and licked the cum from Jack's face. Jack's response was to drive
his cock into the Bear again. The Bear embraced Jack and rolled onto his
back, so that Jack was above him. His own cum dripped from Jack's face onto
the Bear's body. The Bear spread his legs and lifted his ass so that Jack
could push his cock further into him. He felt complete for the first time
in his life.

The two fell asleep, still joined together.