True Heroes 2
by Redkage
At exactly 7 o’clock Saturday evening, Terry knocked on the door to Bret’s house. After a few seconds a rather pretty young woman in her early thirties opened the door.
“Oh well hello there!” She said. “You must be Tommy. Bret told me you were coming. Come in, come in!”
“Thank you Mrs. Thomson.” Terry nodded. “And it’s Terry.”
“Oh, is it?” She said, pressing her hand against her cheek. “Oh I’m sorry. I was so sure that Bret said your name was Tommy. But Terry is a handsome name as well!”
Terry smiled at her. She was such a nice person, and it gave him a fuzzy feeling about meeting Bret’s mother for the first time, almost as if he was already considering her as a future in-law. Mrs. Thomson had beautiful blond hair and blue eyes, and a beautiful face and figure. It was no problem seeing that Bret had inherited his mother’s looks, though his handsome figure and muscularity must’ve been inherited by the father, and further built on with Bret’s strong will and personality.
Sure Terry, let’s go with that. Aethar said in the corner of his mind. It sounds a lot nicer than a few other things that come to mind.
Hush up Aethar; we’re in front of Bret’s mom. Terry hissed at him.
“Thank you so much for helping Bret with his schoolwork.” Mrs. Thomson continued on, oblivious to Terry’s internal conversation. “We’ve been trying to get him to assert himself to his schoolwork a bit more for years, but it always goes in one ear and out the other for him. I really appreciate you coming out to help him. Were you particularly busy tonight?”
Terry thought about his patrol around the city that day. He had stopped a bank robbery, saved two people from a burning building and set down a 747 airplane that had a malfunction in its landing gear. “Nope, I wasn’t busy at all.” Terry told her with complete honesty.
Mrs. Thomson flashed a perfect, radiant smile. “Well, I won’t take any more of your time now. Bret’s upstairs in his room; it’s the second to the left, by the way.”
“Okay, thank you Mrs. Thomson.” Terry said before making his way up the stairs. He went to the second door to his left and briefly nothing the caution signs pinned on it before he knocked.
Almost right away the door opened to reveal Bret, wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of boxer briefs, which showed off his muscular body and his prominent bulge almost perfectly. Right away Terry felt himself become hard at the sight, but luckily it couldn’t be seen through his jeans.
“Hey.” Bret said, snapping Terry out of his trance. He looked a bit resigned and not too excited about this, but the little guy couldn’t care less.
“Hi.” Terry said. To prevent himself from staring, he took a quick peek at Bret’s room. Like all teenage boys, Bret kept his room nice and messy. There was his musky laundry strewn all around, and the bed was unkempt and unmade. Posters were pinned onto the walls, some of the generic swimsuit models with big breasts and a pretty face. However, the majority of these posters were of none other then Captain Cosmos. There were posters of various sizes, some of the pictures Terry had actually posed for and flexing his muscles, others were incredible candid shots that had been done by fans. There were even some artist renditions where he was drawn up like a genuine comic book superhero! It made Terry feel so flattered and loved that he almost made a slip and barely prevented himself from jumping into Bret’s arms and kiss him.
It looks like he’s your biggest fan. Aethar remarked as they looked at all the posters of Captain Cosmos. Why don’t you transform in front of him and see what happens?
Don’t be stupid. He told him. And besides, you’re the one who told me the importance of keeping my identity a secret, remember?
“Well, let’s start studying.” Terry said out loud as he walked calmly up to Bret’s desk. It was covered with empty wrappers, trash and other junk. “Do you have your Algebra book somewhere?” He eyed the desk.
“Uh…no…” He admitted. “I kinda lost all that crap the first week of school.”
"Oh, that's alright." Terry said. He had half expected that anyhow. "I'll just form some problems for you to work with." He took a piece of paper from his backpack and wrote down a few simple algebra problems for him. Then, he explained how to solve each problem clearly.
Surprisingly, getting a big dumb jock to solve simple algebra problems was easy. Bret was a little stubborn at first, but when he actually tried a little he actually caught on fast. In order to help get the info become more interesting so it can sink in, Terry used many sports references to simplify things and relate to Bret’s interests.
“So you’re lifting a total of 120 lbs.” Terry pointed at the problem he had made. “If x is the weight of the dumbbell in your hand, and you’re holding two of them, how heavy are the dumbbells?”
“That’s easy, 60 lbs.” Bret flexed his arms as he answered.
Now if he can only figure it out without thinking with his muscles. Aethar gave a mental eye roll.
“That’s right!” Terry congratulated him, diverting his eyes from that sexy bicep to the next problem. “Now, what if instead of two even sixty pound dumbbells, one of them was twice the weight of the other and the total still came out equal to 120 lbs.? How do you solve it using the equation x + 2x = 120?”
“You…add x to 2x to make 3x, then divide both sides by 3, which makes x equal…40.” Bret concentrated.
“Yes, now using that info and plug it into the equation.” Terry pushed him on. “What is the weight of each dumbbell you’re holding?”
“That’s…” Bret thought it over for a minute. “A 40 and 80 pound dumbbell I’m holding.”
“Right again!” Terry patted him on the back, proud of him. “You’re getting the hang of it! Now, on to the next one-” he suddenly stopped in mid sentence as he heard a piercing sound with his super hearing. There was something big going on somewhere, and he could hear the cries for help. "Er, actually, it's getting late now." He said. "I gotta go." Quickly he began to gather his things.
“Wha? Why?” Bret said angrily. “You said you’d help me get a B!”
“I’m sorry, but I really have to go now!” Terry told him. As much as he wanted to stay with Bret and help him all night long, there were people’s lives in danger. He couldn’t ignore them just because he wanted a few hours alone with Bret!
“Fuck it!” Bret swore. “I need you to help me! I don’t get any of this crap until you explain it to me!”
"You're a lot smarter then you think, Bret. You've already got most of it down, so all you need is to keep all the formulas in mind. Now, I really, really need to go!" Without another word he dashed out of Bret’s room, raced down the steps and out of house.
Bret looked out his window and saw Terry raced down the street and disappeared around the corner. Disgusted, he tried to turn his attention back on the worksheet Terry had left behind, but all he saw were a bunch of numbers with no meaning to it. He tried to remember all of the little tricks and formulas Terry had taught him, but it just didn’t make any sense like it did before.
“Fuck it!” Bret threw his pencil down in disgust. Feeling frustrated and pissed off as hell, he went downstairs into the living room, flopped down on the couch and flipped on the TV. To his complete and utter surprise, the first image that flickered on the screen was none other then the face of Captain Cosmos! Surprised, Bret bolted upright and focused on the TV. Captain Cosmos was busy carrying people out of a partially collapsed building which had apparently been bombed by a terrorist. As the camera zooms in for a close up, Bret couldn’t help but become hard as he watched how Captain Cosmo’s muscles bunched and flexed powerfully underneath that blue spandex. Although the situation was serious, he couldn’t help but get hard at the sight of that perfect body.
Bret made a quick glance over his shoulder to see if his mom was around, but he remembered that she said she was going out for groceries. Without any hesitation, he reached into his boxers and began to paw off at the sight of Captain Cosmo’s sexy body, moaning whenever the huge man lifted a huge slab of concrete, his bicep bulging to the size of a beach ball only from the motion and not the effort.
Just when Bret was on the edge, Captain Cosmos found an opening into the building and went in, disappearing from sight. Bret groaned when the object of his desire vanished, but all of a sudden the rest of the building collapsed, with Captain Cosmos still in it! Yelping at attention, Bret leapt to his feet in anxiety, to see some sign that the hero was still alive.
Suddenly there was movement from the rubble. It was slight and subtle, but then the top of the collapsed building rose up and up until finally, it reveals Captain Cosmos standing underneath it, holding what seems like several tons of solid concrete, steel and other debris over his head while the last of the survivors crawl out to safety. Captain Cosmos’s body was bulging hugely, every single muscle standing out in bold relief. Seeing Captain Cosmos standing so powerful, so strong, his thick muscles holding all that weight above him…it was so intense that Bret cum inside of his boxers, soaking it with a copious amount of white seed. “Unffff….” He moaned blissfully. Shit, what a powerful man he was!
Basking in the afterglow, Bret watched as Captain Cosmos walked out of the rubble, where he was met by several news reporters and cameramen. Even though the man had a building collapse on him, he was still incredibly handsome. Even the smudge on his cheek and the rubble clinging to his costume only served to make him more rugged and manly. The reporters tried to get Captain Cosmos to comment about his last heroic deed. However, the hero simply smile and refused an interview before he flew up into the air. However, the cameraman for the channel Bret was watching managed to get the most incredible shot of Captain Cosmo’s bubble butt. Bret thanked his lucky stars that he managed to get the channel that had managed to catch that vision of Captain Cosmo’s rock hard ass.
After Captain Cosmos had vanished from view, the news gradually went into detail about the bombing and the attack. Not wanting to hear such dreary stuff after his climax, Bret switched off the TV and cleaned himself up. After he changed into a new pair of boxers, the phone rang.
“Ya?” Bret picked up the receiver.
“Hello? B-Bret?” Terry’s voice came from the other end.
"What the fuck was that about, earlier?" Bret yelled angrily into the phone.
"I-I'm sorry." He apologized. "It's just that I, uh, remembered I had to take my...my medication. If I don't take it on time, I'd go into shock and everything. Anyway, I'm sorry for running out on you like that, I really am."
“Yeah, right,” Bret said, not believing such an obvious lie. Still, if Terry hadn’t run out like he did, Bret wouldn’t have been able to catch Captain Cosmos on TV.
"I'm sorry." Terry apologized again. "But, you know, you're really a lot smarter then you think. You got the hang of everything so quickly. I think if you'd just try just a little bit, you can get good grades without resorting to cheating and everything."
“No, I need help. None of it made sense after you left," Bret said, frustrated. “I need you to explain everything to me again right away.”
“You mean you want me to come back over right now?” Terry’s voice sounded surprised.
“You were the one who said you’d help.” Bret reminded him.
“Alright, I’ll be right over there!” Terry said almost too excitedly before he hung up. For a moment Bret thought it was weird, but shrugged it off. After all, what pathetic loser wouldn’t be excited to hang around him, even if it’s just for one night? The nerd should feel privileged to be around him!
About three minutes later Bret heard a knocking on his door. When he opened it, he found Terry waiting outside.
“Oh, that was quick.” Bret said. “How did you get here so fast?”
“I, uh, got a ride from my parents.” Terry lied. In truth he had flown there as fast as he could from the phone booth he had called from downtown. “So, uh, let’s start off where we last left off, shall we?”
As Terry walked by, Bret caught sight of a dark smudge on the guy’s cheek. Briefly he thought he remembered that he saw a similar smudge on Captain Cosmo’s cheek, but he wasn’t sure. It had been dark when the scene was shot, and the cameraman didn’t get a clear shot. Also, Bret was busy looking at the man’s bulging muscles instead of an insignificant black smear.
Still, something about it nagged in the back of Bret’s mind. “What’s that on your face?” He asked.
Terry wiped his cheek and looked at his hand, finding grime on his fingertips. “Oh, uh, it must've happened when I, uh, fell down on my way out." He quickly wiped his face clean to hide any traces of the dirt or soot. “So let’s get cracking down on that algebra!” He said and started to head up the stairs. Shrugging, Bret followed. As they climbed, however, Bret spotted what looked like grains and pieces of plaster, dry wall and other stuff clinging to the back of his hair and shirt.
“Dude, your hair…” Bret pointed out.
“Huh?” Terry turned around and looked at Bret. Even though he was higher up, they were perfectly eye leveled. “What about it?”
“You got some crap in it. There’s some on your back too.” What was all of this adding up to, Bret wondered.
Terry hurried to brush the debris from his hair and his back. “Um, thanks.”
“You get that crap on your back from falling too?” Bret frowned suspiciously.
I don’t think that excuse will work twice. You’d better think of something else to explain that before he finds out. Aethar suggested to Terry.
"N-no, my folks are...redecorating the kitchen. It's a complete mess in there, and I guess some of the trash clung onto me." He lied quickly. "Now, are we here to talk about dirt smudges and trash or are we here to study?"
“R-right," Bret said, rubbing his bulge unconsciously as they went back upstairs. For some reason something about the little geek seemed suspiciously familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He felt as if it was painfully obvious, but he just couldn’t grasp it.
Nice job, you fooled the fool. Aethar congratulated Terry.
Shut up Aethar. Terry told him as he reached the top of the stairs. And don’t call him an idiot.
What else do I call a high school Senior who had to repeat the same math course four years in a row? Aethar asked him.
I thought I told you to shut up already. Terry mentally snapped at him.
Oh fine, whatever. Aethar sighed. Enjoy your little alone time. When you come to your senses, you know where to find me.
When the two of them went back up to Bret’s room, Terry drilled Algebra into Bret’s thick skull in small, easy to digest doses, slowly improving him. Even though it was slow at first, eventually the guy caught on and began to understand things more easily. Soon he was able to solve problems without Terry’s help and even though he made the occasional mistake, Bret did well enough to be able to score at least a B on the test.
“You’re did great Bret, only three wrong answers!” Terry said as he finished correcting the pretest he gave him.
“Um, thanks, I guess….Terry?” For a moment Bret had forgotten the guy’s name.
And you actually defend this guy? Aethar asked him.
“No problem.” Terry beamed, ignoring Aethar’s snide comment. “With this, you should do great on your test. Now, as long as I’m here, are there any other subjects that you would like help on?”
“I dunno.” Bret said, idly scratching at his crotch. It looked so full and inviting that for a moment Terry was afraid that he was drooling.
"W-well..." He looked away from Bret’s crotch, resisting the temptation. "I know you don't need help in English right now. The teacher is teaching poetry, and you write some very amazing pieces of art."
“It’s nothing.” He shrugged.
"It's not just nothing!" Terry said with sudden enthusiasm. "You're an absolutely wonderful poet, Bret! You put so much meaning and emotion into your words, even if you don’t realize it yourself. You have an amazing gift, and it's certainly not just 'nothing.'"
“The teacher just says to write how I feel.” Bret shrugged again. “Anyone can do it.”
"But not everyone can write so...so incredibly detailed like you, Bret." Terry said admirably. "You're so talented in so many other areas then sports. You're an incredible person, you know? Any guy you choose for a boyfriend will be lucky to have you."
Bret’s eyes went wide in alarm at that last sentence. “What’d you say, you little shit!?”
“N-nothing!” Terry backed off, realizing what he had just said.
“Say it again!” Bret grabbed Terry by the front of his shirt and lifted him up.
“S-say what again?” He asked, trying to feign ignorance.
“Say that shit about me being gay!” Bret yelled with an overwhelming amount of fury and fear that almost overloaded Terry’s senses. With his Empath powers Terry could feel Bret’s confusion and vulnerability, his desperation mixed with fear and anger.
You’d better think quickly before he loses it. Aethar warned him.
"I-I didn't mean to!" Terry told him. "I mean, I notice how you look at Capt. Cosmos and stuff, but I didn't know you wanted to keep it a secret!"
For Bret, that was the last straw that pushed him over the edge. His fist flew out like a rocket on a collision course with Terry’s face, fully intent on beating the crap out of the tiny fucker that had figured out his greatest secret.
Knowing that if Bret punched him with full force, he would in fact hurt himself by striking something harder then a diamond, Terry used a short burst of his super strength to suddenly break free from the jock’s grasp and just barely dodge the fist as it plowed into the wall leaving a good sized hole. . Stunned that someone so small and weak like Terry could overpower him caught him off guard. Taking advantage of Bret’s confusion, Terry ducked under Bret’s arm and ran out of the room and house as fast as he could as he made his second escape of the evening.
Bret just stood there momentarily shocked by the sudden series of events. Before he had gathered his wits enough to think straight, Terry disappeared, leaving Bret feeling enraged and confused. What the hell was that little shit trying to do to him?! And how did he know about him and Capt. Cosmos? Come tomorrow, he was going to hunt that tiny wimp down and make sure he never spoke of it ever.
* * *
In a dimly lit room, a man sat in a large, comfortable leather chair as he gazed at the twenty five TV monitors. Even seated, it was apparent that he is a tall, dark, handsome and powerfully built man of bout 230 lbs. of ripped muscle mass, though there was a cold edge to him. He scanned the many monitors until he zeroed in on the clip from the local news.
“-lives were saved by the heroic efforts of none other than Captain Cosmos.” The woman news reporter on the TV stated. “Once again, we owe our gratitude for our city’s Blue Guardian. This is Cindy Stone, reporting live from Glendale Industries, back to you Bob.”
As soon as she was finished speaking, he turned his attention towards another monitor. There, he watched as Captain Cosmos lifted a slab of stone three times his size over his head. On another screen he had a splendid view of Captain Cosmos’s backside for a few brief moments. On yet another, he saw Captain Cosmos use his force field powers to hold up a part of the collapsing building. His eyes skimmed over a dozen screens; each of them showing footage of Captain Cosmos from that night. Many of them were from places that no newscaster had shot.
It had taken him a lot of time to get all of those spy cameras into place, and a lot of careful planning to plant that bomb. However, all of it was worth it when he caught footage of Captain Cosmos in action, giving him the ability to observe every single movement that he had done.
All of a sudden the door to the room opened. “Master,” A huge man the size of a super heavyweight bodybuilder, wearing a tight black outfit that hugged his every muscle entered the room and knelled down on one knee. He didn’t even knock. “We have finished the preparations for-”
“I told you I did not want to be bothered!” The man sitting in the leather chair snapped sharply.
“F-forgive me Master!” The bodybuilder immediately fell onto the ground and groveled. “I sincerely apologize for my mistake!”
“Maybe you will be able to think better after I take some of the muscles that are squeezing what little brain God gave you away.” The man told him coldly.
“N-no!” The man looked up, wide eyed with horror. “Please, no, anything but that!”
Without even batting an eye the man in the chair waved his hand. Almost immediately the bodybuilder’s muscles began to shrink and subside. His muscles were deflating and becoming weaker with every passing second. The previously huge man could only scream as he lost his masculinity before his eyes. Soon, all that was left was a skinny wimp sobbing on the floor, his once tight clothing hanging loose on his body.
The man snapped his fingers, and two men, both equally as huge and muscular as the first man had been, entered the room.
“Take this imbecile with you to the other slaves and punish him for disrespecting my orders. Maybe after he’d experience a week of BDSM he’ll learn to listen to what his Master says.” He told them, ignoring the pitiful sobbing of the weakling on the floor. “Oh, and try to squeeze out say about…thirty orgasms from him per day. That should teach him a lesson he’ll never forget.”
The two men nodded and yanked the screaming pathetic man to his feet, dragging him behind them as they exited.
Once he was alone again, the handsome man turned his attention back towards the monitors. He watched them over and over again, savoring every single detail in Captain Cosmo’s movements. After seeing every video at least twenty times, the man stood up from his chair and made his way over to a wall in the room. This wall was completely covered with pictures, newspaper clipping and posters, and every single one of them was about Captain Cosmos. He walked along it, admiring his collection until he came to a life sized cardboard cut-out in the center, where Captain Cosmos was standing proudly with his hands on his tiny, yet strong, waist, each muscle looked so huge and sexy even in ink and paper. Even though there were other superheroes that were larger or more powerful, there was just something alluring to this man that set his senses on fire.
“Soon you’ll be mine.” He cooed at the image, kissing his fingers and then pressing it against the cut-out’s lips. “Just you wait, my Captain Cosmos.”