Corey’s toes dug into the mattress as he arched his spine off the bed. His hand flew up and down the dildo strapped to his crotch. Lightning pulsed along the length of the toy as he used the new technique he’d learned to convince his body that he was jerking off his cock instead of an inanimate rubber facsimile.

His eyes rolled back in his head. His chest heaved with every ragged, shallow breath. Meanwhile, he was sweating so profusely that his bangs were plastered flat against his forehead and the sheets under him were stained dark and soaked through.

Every stroke, every desperate pump of his hips improved Corey’s ability to control his powers. The more he fucked the dildo into the loose ring of his fingers, the better he learned how to translate the electrical impulses he felt through the special toy into nerve signals.

An hour ago, his brain could still tell that the sensations weren’t quite right, that there was a disjoint between what his hand felt and what his cock did. That wasn’t so much the case anymore. As he refined his control, the line between reality and fiction blurred until the two were virtually indistinguishable.

Corey might as well have had his cock out instead of the dildo and his brain wouldn’t have been able to tell. It wasn’t as simple as translating the signals from the dildo to his cock. If that was all that he’d done, he would have still felt like he was holding a rubber cock in his hand, instead of his own. But that wasn’t the case anymore.

It had taken a lot of trial and error to get things right. Even then, it wasn’t perfect. But the approximation was near enough to the real thing that he couldn’t tell without a closer examination.

On one hand, he was proud of what he’d managed to accomplish. In the space of a few hours, he’d pushed his fine control over his powers beyond anything he’d ever managed before. On the other hand, it was a problem.

Corey didn’t want to stop. Hell, at this point he didn’t think he could even if he wanted to. He’d realized the flaw in his approach ages ago but it had felt way too good to abandon.

He’d done what he set out to do. He convinced his brain that the dildo was his cock. But it was made of silicone. It wasn’t flesh and blood. The dildo was never going to be soft. And no matter how hard he pumped his fist up and down the rubber shaft, he was never going to be able to make the toy blow a load.

Corey dug his toes into the mattress, tossing his head back as the pleasure he felt continued to build. His cock twitched in its cage, straining against the filigree bars as he continued to trick his brain into thinking that he was stroking himself.

He got closer and closer, practically teetering at the cliff’s edge. His thighs shook. His legs wobbled. The sheets crumpled around the white-knuckled grip of his free hand as a desperate, low moan spilled from his lips.

Before long, the latest in a series of dry orgasms going back the entire past hour wracked Corey’s body. His back arched off the mattress as his cage cock throbbed, leaking thick globs of pre-cum that only added to the mess under him.

Every muscle in Corey’s body locked up as intense waves of pleasure rocked through him. They came one after the other, crashing into his body until they blended together in a mind-numbing tsunami of rapturous bliss.

When the incredible pleasure finally passed, what strength Corey had managed to muster fled his limbs. He collapsed bonelessly on top of the mattress, his chest heaving, his hole seizing. Fuck, he couldn’t help but think. He needed more of this.

Licking his lips while he stared at the ceiling with one hand still wrapped around the shaft of the rubber cock strapped to his crotch, he wracked his brain for other potential applications of this new technique. Surely, he could use it for more than just jerking off.

Corey could think of a dozen different ways to use it in combat. Any technique that allowed him to mess with his opponents’ senses in any way represented a considerable advantage. Marcus may have awakened the part of him that preferred to be a docile little house pet and eager set of holes but that didn’t mean he was defenseless.

Marcus hadn’t touched Corey’s inner hero. It was still there, still influencing the way he thought and the way he acted. He still wanted to save and protect the people of his city—he was just more willing to be selfish about it.

And no matter how much time Corey spent on his back with his legs in the air or on all fours with his ass pushed out enticingly, he still had his combat training. He was still a fighter and he was good at it. If he managed to master this technique and learned how to apply it in a combat scenario, it was going to be a game-changer.

Those weren’t the applications that he wanted right now. In fact, he couldn’t have cared less about the combat implications if he tried. He was beyond horny. His desperation to come—his need for more stimulation—was so off the charts that it defied description.

Corey wanted ways to use this new technique to make his body feel better. He could figure out the practical implications later but right now he needed something else to do with the dildo than just beat it with his fist.

Then, inspiration. Corey’s eyes widened with the realization of the technique’s potential. He could scarcely believe he hadn’t thought of it before, but if he could induce a current in the dildo with his hands, it stood to reason that he would be able to do the same thing with other parts of his body.

Corey chewed on his lower lip, his heart racing in his chest. Channeling lightning through his hands was well and good but there was something intuitive about moving the electricity through his fingers. Other parts of him, not so much.

He would have to practice but he didn’t mind that so much. He just wanted to see if it would work. He was pretty confident it would, given enough time and effort, he just didn’t know how much it would take.

Corey released the dildo that he’d strapped to his crotch and leaned over to retrieve the other one. He would have liked to continue jerking off through the toy but he didn’t want to split his focus.

He was determined to learn how to work with more than just one dildo at the same time but it would have to wait. For now, he needed to concentrate on developing a new aspect of his technique.

Corey licked his lips. He brought the dildo to his face and took a moment to admire the detail. It was a gorgeous thing, rendered lovingly in firm silicone. He couldn’t help but dart his tongue out, licking a wet stripe along the underside of the dildo following the contours of the faithfully reproduced vein that was there.

His body was practically humming with excitement. He knew somehow, deep down, that this was going to work. He just needed to prove it.

He took a breath to collect himself. His thoughts were clouded with arousal. His mind was fuzzy with need. Nevertheless, he gritted his teeth and worked through it, focusing his will on the singular task he’d set for himself.

Corey figured that he needed to start small. He called upon his inner lightning and guided it up through his throat and into his tongue. It took no small amount of willpower but he managed, the tip of his tongue tingling as electricity arced and buzzed from his taste buds.

He touched his tongue to the silicone of the dildo once again. As he’d thought, electrifying his tongue did the trick. He picked up on the current induced inside the dildo and, using everything he’d learned, he translated the sensation to his caged cock.

A low groan spilled from Corey’s lips right then. It felt good. The sensation was nothing like a hot tongue on his meat but it was good. He couldn’t even find the words to describe it. It was like a wet tingle on the underside of his cock.

Corey took the plunge. He lapped at the dildo, using his imagination and memories to conjure the sensation of a tongue on his cock and using that as a template.

The amount of progress he made was phenomenal. His control over his powers increased by leaps and bounds as he tampered with his own body’s natural wiring. With every lick, he modified and refined the mental map of which sensory neurons to stimulate and how to mimic the sensation that was in his head.

It felt so good that Corey could scarcely believe it himself. He couldn’t help but pant and moan, his cock twitching every time he ran his tongue along that vein. It was so real.

And just like with the dildo that he was jerking off not too long ago, Corey didn’t just make his dick feel like there was a tongue on it, he made his tongue feel like there was a dick on it. Having done it once before made doing it the second time that much easier.

The sensation was so real and so convincing that  Corey caught himself idly lapping at the tip of the dildo’s blunt head. He could feel himself leaking so his brain had registered that the dildo must be leaking. Unfortunately for him, there wasn’t a single drop of salty-sweet pre-cum at the tip of the rubber member.

His first attempt was a success. He could think of no other way to characterize what he’d managed to accomplish. He could pleasure the dildo with his tongue and feel as if he were lapping at his own cock. It was time to move on to greater things.

Corey’s lips tingled as he moved on to them. Channeling electricity through his lips proved more challenging than he thought but eventually, he managed it. As with his tongue, his ability to control the current flowing through his lips improved in leaps and bounds as he applied himself.

With more practice under his belt, the third time went even faster than the first. Before long he not only felt as if there was a pair of plump lips wrapped around the head of his cock, he also felt like there was a juicy dick resting right on his tongue.

After the lips came the rest of the mouth, and then after that, the throat. Corey gurgled a moan out past the considerable girth of the dildo he’d lodged in his own throat. It felt so fucking good he couldn’t get enough of it.

Corey had been in enough threesomes to know what it felt like to have his dick throated while having a fat dong shoved down his windpipe in turn. The idea that he was sucking his own cock and fucking his own face with his own cock was novel to him, though, and so, so fucking good.

He couldn’t help but buck his hips, humping the other dildo into the air while he repeatedly rammed the one he was holding down his throat. He couldn’t help himself. The pleasure was too intense. He wanted more. Needed more.

Corey increased the pace. He shoved the silicone cock into his face hole with increasing urgency, his caged dick twitching in its filigree tube. He fucked his throat with every ounce of merciless brutality that he could stand.

He choked and sputtered on the end of the dildo but he was loving it. A frothy mix of spit and throat slime squirted out past the seal formed by his lips. He was making a mess but it felt amazing.

Corey slid his legs off the side of the mattress and slipped out of bed. It was well and good to use his own hand to fuck his face but he wanted better leverage.

Reluctantly, he wrenched the dildo out of his throat. It dripped throat slime and spit onto the floor. Seeing it, the only thing he could think of was how badly he wanted to shove it back into his throat but he still managed to restrain himself.

Corey grabbed the dildo firmly by the base and rammed the suction cup against the wall. Heart pounding in his chest, he dropped onto his hands and knees. He pushed his face forward, taking the head of the dildo into his mouth.

As soon as he tasted the rubber on his tongue once again he leaned forward to swallow the silicone cock all the way to the base. The thought of taking things easy never once crossed his mind. He rocked back and forth on his knees, fucking his face on the dildo stuck to the wall.

Desperate for more, Corey lifted one hand from the floor and grabbed the dildo hanging between his legs. He hadn’t tried to use his technique on both dildos at the same time just yet, but he figured this was as good an opportunity as any.

Easing into a slow rhythm with his hand, he started bobbing his head on the other dildo at the same pace. It felt good but it wasn’t great. The sensations were muddled—as if the signals coming from both dildos were interfering with each other.

Corey whined around the rubber cock lodged in his gullet. This was going to be more difficult than he originally thought. Of course, that didn’t mean that he was going to be giving up. He was nothing if not determined and he was, to put it bluntly, desperate to make this work.

He took a deep breath through his nose. He focused on the sensations as he stroked the dildo between his legs and massaged the one that was down his throat. He concentrated on refining the process, teasing apart the two separate sources of sensation and stitching them back together in a way that made sense to his brain.

It was hard enough work that Corey was sweating from the mental strain. He could feel beads of it rolling down the side of his face, rivulets streaking down the landscape of his back.

As he made headway, Corey couldn’t help but gurgle a moan around the dildo in his throat. He spread his knees wider, arching his spine to push his ass in the air, the pleasure building as he tweaked his process.

It didn’t take much longer after that before the combined pleasure from both dildos was too much to overcome. As much as he wanted to continue refining his technique, he’d pushed things too far.

The sensation was mind-blowing. The human mind wasn’t designed to process the sensations he was feeding it. Not only did he feel like his cock was being sucked and jerked off, he felt like he was sucking and jerking himself off, at the same time.

It was too much. It was too much. Corey gurgled a moan past the considerable girth of the dildo lodged in his throat as he face-fucked himself against the wall with abandon.

The toe-curling pleasure pounded through his body in an increasingly frantic rhythm as he pumped and sucked both dildos. Tension coiled in the pit of his stomach. His spine arched. His hole winked. Every fiber of his body was awash with arousal and desire and it was only getting worse.

A desperate little whine escaped him. The only thing that could have made this better was a hand on the back of his head roughly shoving his face into the dildo suctioned on the wall. That, and a fat cock ramming into his asshole while he wound himself up to yet another dry orgasm.

Part of him didn’t want it. Most of him craved it. Fortunately for him, as his lightning pulsed through his body in waves of current so strong they would have killed just about anyone else, he got what he wanted.

Corey’s throat spasmed around the dildo he was sucking as another dry orgasm wracked his body. His thighs shook. His toes curled. As he desperately pumped his fist up and down the length of the rubber cock strapped to his waist, he couldn’t help but moan, his caged dick bouncing as it uselessly dribbled ropes of clear pre-cum onto the floor.

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The silence was deafening. Marcus could barely even hear the sound of Bernard breathing. A lesser man might have chosen that moment to panic, to doubt all the arrangements and contingencies that had been put in place. Marcus was many things but he was not a lesser man.

Still, he supposed it would have been a lie to say that he felt no anxiety. The possibility of defeat was real and present but he’d known that from the start. He understood better than anyone that he was taking an enormous risk by placing himself at the mercy of someone like Bernard.

The consequences of failure were unthinkable, but the spoils of victory were more than worth the danger. If Marcus was right—and he was confident that he was right—then he would have managed to secure a vital piece of the plan.

The blindfold was inconvenient. Marcus would have liked to see the look in Bernard’s eyes. As it was, he had no way to tell what was going on in the boy’s head, no way to determine whether circumstances were tilting in his favor or against him.

Still, the blindfold was an important part of the plan. It was necessary to sell the appearance of Marcus’ total powerlessness. Here he was, the most wanted, most dangerous man in all the Commonwealth, at the mercy of the Hall of Heroes’ chief custodial officer.

“Y-you’re Imperious?” Bernard whispered after what felt like an eternity, shattering the silence that had fallen between the two of them. “N-no… No… That… That can’t be right. I—I would have… No. P-please, Master, tell me you’re joking right now.”

Marcus was tempted to smirk, hearing Bernard speak with such deference despite the bombshell that he had just dropped. He schooled his expression, however. When he spoke, his tone was cool and nonchalant. “I have no reason to lie. I am Imperious. And I’m certain that you know my words to be true.”

A quiet choking noise slipped out of Bernard, followed by a plaintive whimper. Marcus heard the boy take a deep breath and, despite the blindfold, he could guess that Bernard must have schooled his expression into something stern and determined.

“I should take you in,” said Bernard. His voice was even but to Marcus’ ear, it was pretty clear that Bernard was forcing a semblance of composure. He heard the faint tremor in Bernard’s words, the slightest quaver in the boy’s tone.

“Who would blame you?” said Marcus with a chuckle. The fact that Bernard was even hesitating at this point was a good sign. “It is your duty. You imprison villains. You lock them away for the sake of the people you swore to protect.”

“Y-yeah,” Bernard murmured, his voice barely louder than a whisper. “I-I need to take you in… I-it’s what I swore to do… I-I’m a hero… Y-you’re a villain…”

Marcus could feel Bernard’s gaze on his body. He could hear the conflicted emotions in the silence. “Of course, it takes a black-and-white worldview to give such distinctions any power… You know as well as I do that reality is often not so simple.”

“I-I know that!” Bernard whisper-shouted. “But you’re Imperious! You’re the most dangerous man in the Commonwealth! You’ve caused so much damage! You’ve done so much harm! I-I can’t just let you go…”

“Have I?” Marcus chuckled as he raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t exactly an unfair evaluation but, in his defense, he’d never done much of that damage directly. It wasn’t exactly his fault that his boys liked to play rough sometimes. “If you really think about it, how much damage have I truly caused? And how much damage has resulted from your precious Hall of Heroes’ attempts to stop me?”

The question gave Bernard pause. It was exactly the opening that Marcus needed. “When have I ever given you cause to mistrust me?” he said, pushing the envelope.

“N-never,” Bernard answered without hesitation. “But—”

“Did I hide the truth about my identity from you?” said Marcus. “I revealed the truth, didn’t I? Unprovoked. Unsolicited. I placed myself at your mercy and told you who I truly was knowing that, should you choose, you could throw me in with the rest of the villains at the Barb.”

“I-I suppose—”

“You know the man I am in the light of day,” said Marcus. “Don’t lie. I know you’ve looked into my background. You know the good I do.”

“B-but… But you’re Imperious…” Bernard stammered as if the words would somehow invalidate Marcus’ argument.

“Well, if you feel so strongly about it…” Marcus trailed off as the corner of his mouth curled into a little smirk. “I am at your mercy. Bring me posthaste to the Barb. Rid the Commonwealth of one of her most dangerous criminals once and for all. Who knows when you might next get the chance.”

There was silence again for a precious few minutes. The only sound Marcus could hear besides his own breathing was Bernard’s. Truth be told, he half-expected the boy to begin pacing at any moment.

Just as the silence hung at its heaviest between them, Bernard pierced its veil with his words. “I-I can’t do it…” he said, his voice strained with despair. “I-I don’t know if you’ve whammied me somehow or bewitched me, but I-I can’t. I can’t.”

Bernard’s voice broke. “I tell myself that I should bring you in. That I need to. That I swore an oath. But the very thought of it makes my stomach turn.”

Marcus chuckled. “I may have nudged you somewhat,” he said with a small smirk. “But you are a clever boy, Bernard. I’m certain that deep down there is a voice telling you that something isn’t quite right with the system.”

Bernard audibly swallowed. “H-how did—”

Marcus smiled. “If you trusted the system to be just, you would not be hesitating,” he said. It was as simple as that.

“Maybe you’re right…” said Bernard. Marcus could practically hear all the bluster escape the boy in the sigh that followed.

“I know I am,” said Marcus. “Believe it or not, our goals are one and the same: to root out the rotten core of the system.”

“How can I trust that?” Bernard all but whispered.

Marcus laughed. “Don’t get me wrong,” he said. “I am not a charitable person. I don’t do this out of the goodness of my heart. Fairer systems make better men—and they are a joy to collect.”

Bernard sucked down a sharp, tremulous breath. “I-I should have known you would have an ulterior motive,” he said.

“I have never said that I wasn’t a selfish person,” said Marcus.

Bernard’s voice took on a sharper edge. He stammered, still, but there was a steadiness to his voice that wasn’t there before. “A-and I suppose that you want me to join you? I-is that why you’re telling me this?”

“Oh, yes,” said Marcus. “I could make good use of your abilities. And I wouldn’t mind adding you to my collection.”

“I-I don’t—”

Marcus chuckled. “Don’t lie,” he teased. “You’ve enjoyed what we’ve had. And there’s no reason it has to change despite what you now know.”

A quiet whine spilled from Bernard. “B-but Master, how can I—”

“You can fight me. You can resist me. You can endeavor to thwart my plans to your heart’s content. I won’t hold it against you,” said Marcus with a laugh. “Just because we play together doesn’t mean you have to stop being a hero…” He dropped his voice into a lower, huskier register. " As long as you understand that I am what they call a sore winner."

Bernard whined. “M-Master, I—”

“The question is simple, boy,” said Marcus, allowing a more authoritative tone to creep into his voice. “Are you with me or against me?”

The silence that followed hung heavy in the air until Bernard broke it with a barely squeaked, “With you, Master…”

“Good boy,” Marcus drawled. “Now, as for the more important question… Do you wish to continue our arrangement? Or shall we take things no further?”

“N-No, Master! I-I—” Bernard audibly licked his lips. “I want to continue!”