Jun 012011
 

When nerdy Marcus Diggins was a teenager, he discovered that he could channel the physical abilities of any athlete if he was touching something that belonged to them. Armed with the medallion of Muhammad Ali, the shoes of Jesse Owens and the belt of Charles Atlas, Marcus now fights crime in the city of Comfort Bay as the MVP!

Marcus leaped from rooftop to rooftop. Powerful black legs easily cleared gaping distances as he jumped through the air. He resisted the urge to show off and flex his gigantic dark arms. He had the skills for it; he was wearing the socks of an awesome skateboarder under his red spandex. He wouldn’t give in. Marcus had to keep it serious. The fate of the city was at stake.

Earlier that evening, Marcus had stopped a mugging in the part of town known as Murder Boulevard. Really, it was amazing that ordinary citizens still walked around that part of town but there they were, some young wealthy couple trying to save on parking at the opera by doing a little walking. A group of thugs found them and if wasn’t for the timely appearance of MVP and his lightning fast fists, the young couple would have been another pair of chalk outlines on the street.

One of the muggers offered to tell MVP some information if he let him go. According to the juvenile delinquent, the anarchist villainess, Firefly was back in town. She had built some sort of bomb and was planning to detonate it tomorrow at some public place. The mugger wasn’t sure why she was willing to commit mass homicide, but he did know where she hiding.

MVP let the mugger go with a stern warning and rapid jab to the kid’s kidneys. After advising the couple to stay the fuck out of Murder Boulevard, MVP went running to the location the mugger had given him. It was an old warehouse near the docks and Marcus hauled ass to get there.

“You know, the police really should monitor all of the abandoned warehouses in this city,” Marcus thought. “Villains are always hiding in one of them.”

He looked down at the warehouse in question. It had the classic signs. The windows were boarded up but the front doors looked suspiciously clean and new. An active security camera was at each corner of the supposedly abandoned building. The dumpster outside the warehouse was crammed with old junk as if the warehouse had been recently cleaned. This was definitely a hideout.

Marcus had a few options for entering. He could try to find a sneaky way in. He might even disguise himself as a criminal and try to infiltrate the place. Or, he could go charging in and beat the shit out of anyone he saw.

He was leaning towards charging in. It wasn’t because Marcus was a violent man. It had more to do with his rather frustrated love life lately. His girlfriend had left him after a six month relationship of little to no sex. The lack of sex was entirely her choice. Marcus might have been a hero of the night but the athletes that he channeled were all dogs. He had the sexual appetite of an entire basketball team, which in hindsight, made it a really bad idea to date a daughter of a minister.

Oh yeah. Marcus was definitely charging in. Deep down he knew that the aggression was an outlet for his sex drive but it sure as fuck beat masturbating six times a day.

MVP jumped down to the street. He started running with all the speed and power of Jesse Owens. He dropped his shoulder and with the power of Charles Atlas, he demolished the front door. His heightened fighting senses quickly checked the interior for enemies, readying a devastating right hook for anyone who might be on guard.

He didn’t see the pit till he fell in it. He landed on his feet but the pit opening was already closing above him. Darkness engulfed him, followed by the hissing of knockout gas. MVP fell to the floor unconscious. He hadn’t thrown a single punch.

Marcus woke up. The cold steel under him chilled his skin. That was when he realized that his pants were missing. His bare black ass was tied down to some sort of table.

“Fuck,” Marcus thought. If his pants were gone, then so was the belt of Charles Atlas. He couldn’t use any super strength to get out of this.

Wait. Why were his pants missing?

“You are finally awake,” a woman’s voice said. “I must say that this is a record. I sent those muggers out in the hope of tipping off a hero and it only took half an hour for one to crash into my trap.”

“Firefly!” MVP said. “What is your evil plan?”

The woman stepped out of the darkness. Flames outlined her naked body. Twin metal studs pierced her nipples and glowed red from the heat. Her long red hair was literally on fire. Tattoos of birds and flowers decorated her body and each tattoo was lined in flame. Sparks rose from every step she took.

“My evil plan?” she asked. “It was simple. I wanted a hero to torment and humiliate. I didn’t count on getting one so handsome. I was afraid of getting someone more cerebral like Upgrade or God forbid, a woman like NightByrd. Though I have to say, I am almost horny enough to fuck a woman at this point.”

“Ha!” Firefly laughed. “I wish you could see your face! You heroes are all alike! All wrapped up in your self-righteous ness and never allowing yourself a little fun. It is why you allow yourselves to be slaves to society instead of indulging your own passions! That changes tonight, MVP! I plan to corrupt your prudish ass! You will climax for me, and once you ejaculate, you will be one step closer to shaking off your constraining society-imposed morality!”

Marcus tried desperately not to throb at this statement. “And how do you plan to do that? Sure, you got me naked but I can recite basketball stats in my head all night long. You won’t even get an erection out of me.”

“That is where the bomb comes into play,” Firefly said. She stood next to the table that he was strapped to. Her hand moved up the length of his leg and he could feel the emanating from her.

“Wait, there really is a bomb?” Marcus asked.

“Yes,” the evil redhead said. “Right now it is scheduled to explode in about, umm, twenty minutes. It is cleverly hidden in City Hall. If I do not turn off this hand switch, it will explode and destroy that cesspit of bureaucratic corruption! I will only turn it off once you come from my hand!”

Firefly grabbed his cock. Marcus cried out till he realized that her hand wasn’t on fire. Her hand was still warm though. More importantly, it was wrapped around his cock and terribly soft.

Marcus throbbed. He gained an erection within seconds as Firefly laughed.

“So what is it going to be, MVP?” Firefly taunted. She pumped his cock with her hand. “Are you going to resist and adhere to your outdated prudish sensibilities and let those politicians die? Or will you give in to your baser instincts and-“

“Oh God!” Marcus cried. His cock erupted in a fountain of seed.

Firefly looked at the sudden mess that MVP had made. A sticky strand had landed on her shoulder. She glanced at it and it incinerated instantly.

“Turn off the bomb!” Marcus yelled. “I’ve played your dirty game!”

“No fair!” Firefly said. “Obviously you were a bit frustrated. I’m changing the rules. Now you have to come twice before I deactivate the bomb!”

The wicked redhead resumed stroking him. To taunt him further, she bent down and took his come coated cock into her mouth. Her breasts pressed against him and he prayed that the red hot metal stuffs didn’t touch him.

Marcus closed his eyes. It made it worse. He opened his eyes to see Firefly’s pale face sucking his black cock. She still had the bomb trigger in her other hand. The threat of people dying was almost an erection killer. Almost.

“Fuck!” he cried out.

Firefly glanced at him a second before she was choked with a fresh flood of seed. To Marcus’s surprise, she kept sucking and swallowed him all before rising.

She still had her hand on his. “Damn, and here I thought I wasn’t getting laid.”

“You’re a supervillain,” Marcus said. “You guys get laid all the time.”

“Ha!” Firefly said. “All I get are pyromaniacs. I haven’t had a good fuck in months.”

“Well, I beat your challenge,” Marcus said. “Please let me go and deactivate the bomb.”

Firefly shook her head. “You’re still hard. Maybe a hand and mouth are too easy. To really corrupt you, I’ll need to mount you.”

“Oh sweet Jesus,” Marcus groaned.

The evil redhead climbed onto the steel table. Her sex was bare except for the occasional flame that would flicker. She positioned herself over Marcus and grabbed his cock. He watched intently as she slowly lowered herself.

Incredible heat engulfed his cock. Marcus shuddered as Firefly impaled herself onto him. She was hot, but she was also wet and wonderfully tight.

She gripped the bomb trigger to her chest while her other hand played with his chest. Her fingers pulled lightly against his chest hair. “Shit, it has been too long,” she whispered.

Firefly moved on his cock. Back and forth, she grinded against him. Fire danced over her body. She looked down on him but she wasn’t looking at him. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she focused inward. She moaned softly with each pelvic thrust against his cock.

Marcus worried that the flames would burn him but they were only warm against him. In fact, it felt kind of nice. Her hair floated around her face as sparks erupted from the joining of their sexes.

“God damn!” Marcus cried out. He climaxed again.

Firefly didn’t slow down. She kept grinding until a minute later, her own orgasm fired within her. She threw her head back and screamed, flames pouring from her mouth as she celebrated her climax.

Marcus recoiled from the pyrotechnics. That was when he saw that the steel cuffs holding his hands had melted. He turned and looked at the steel table that was no longer holding him. The table was melting from tremendous heats. It was him. He was the one that melted the table.

“I never realized I could absorb the powers of other super-powered people,” Marcus thought. “Then again, I have never had my cock inside one either.”

Firefly noticed the change as well. She jumped off of Marcus and rolled to the floor. She stood up, a fireball forming in her hand.

Marcus sat up and got off the table too.

“So now what?” Firefly said. “Do we fight?”

“Shit girl,” Marcus said. “That was the best sex that I had in ages.” He didn’t mention that it was the only sex that he had. “How about you deactivate the bomb and leave me the trigger and we’ll call it even.”

Firefly let out a big sigh. The flames winked out in an instant. “Sounds good to me,” she said. She tossed the bomb trigger to him.

Marcus caught it. “Now go home and ummm, try to obey the law from now on. I’ve got nothing. You fucked my brains out.”

Firefly laughed. “Let’s not tell anyone about this, okay? I don’t think it makes either of us look good.”

“Deal,” Marcus said.

  4 Responses to “Fiction: MVP vs Firefly”

  1. I *love* the uncomfortable realization at the end. Plus, heroes and villains being horny as hell because they can’t get it on with others. It’s a common theme with Superman, which I always found sad.

  2. t’Sade- It has crossed my mind that the kind of groupies that a super powered person would meet might be the biggest turn-off rather than the physical handicaps. It just might make for a less fun story lol

  3. I laughed out loud at “Now go home and ummm, try to obey the law from now on.”

  4. Bridget- It is so hard to say something meaningful post-orgasm :)

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