True Heroes 4

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Bret walked slowly to school, his hands in his pockets while his mind was deep in thought. After his heart to heart talk with Captain Cosmos the previous day, Bret spent the time after that reflecting on himself. Despite what his hero tried to tell him, he couldn’t really see anything good about himself. He had always done anything he wanted without a second thought, but now…now he felt guilty about everything. He was just a no good muscle head, trying to get the attention of a gallant blue knight.

He was so deep in thought that he didn’t see the other guy until he walked right into him and got knocked down.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Bret barked automatically and looked up. To his complete surprise, it was none other then Terry.

“Oh Bret, I’m sorry!” Terry said and quickly pulled Bret to his feet. Still in a bit of a daze, Bret wondered how someone so small could have enough strength to pull him up, much less knock him of all people down by accident, when full bodied linemen had trouble taking him down on purpose on the football field.

After Bret was back on his feet, the two of them stood there with an awkward silence, neither side knowing what to say.

Terry was the first to break the silence.

“Bret, a-about the other night,” He started.

“No, just forget about it.” Bret cut him off. “I mean, I was the one who attacked you.”

“But I was being rude to you the entire evening.” Terry told him. “And I-I pried into your private life.”

“No, you’ve done nothing wrong.” Bret consoled him. “I’ve been a jerk to you from square one too, remember. And besides, you were right; I am gay. Just….God, just don’t tell anyone, okay?”

“I…I would never tell anyone your secret!” Terry told him enthusiastically. “I-I mean, it’s your secret to tell, not mine! I can’t just tell people against your will, it’d be wrong. It’s just…well, you’re such a great person with so many talents that I don’t think anyone would really care if you were gay or not.”

“I care.” Bret said sullenly.

Terry looked down and scuffed his shoe on the sidewalk. “If…if it makes you feel any better, I’m…” He swallowed hard. “I’m gay too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Terry nodded a bit shyly. “I…well, since I knew your secret, it was only fair that you knew mine too, right?”

Oddly, that actually did make him feel better for some reason. The both of them began to move again, walking together towards school.

“Do you think I’m weird for being attracted to Captain Cosmos?” Bret asked him.

“No, I don’t think so.” Terry told him. “I mean, there are a lot of people out there that are attracted to him, both girls and guys.”

“I…I guess.” Bret slipped his hands into his pockets. “So…are you attracted to him?”

That’s a very good question. Aethar chuckled. What was the word for that again, narcissism?

“I’ll admit he’s…rather handsome,” Terry said awkwardly, “But he’s not really my type of person.”

But you are him. Aethar pointed out with a mental smirk. Or at least you are during several hours a day. Oh, the irony…

“So what is your type?” Bret asked curiously.

Terry looked away shyly. “Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Cross my heart.” Bret assured him.

“W-well, to be perfectly honest…you’re my type.”

The bold answer certainly took Bret by surprise. Suddenly Bret remembered how he had worn only a tank top and a pair of boxers the night Terry had came over and he blushed. “I guess I gave you quite the show the other night, huh?” Bret asked. Shit, if he had known that Terry was gay, he would have worn more then just his boxers!

“S-sorry.” Terry said. “I should have said something.”

“Hey, no prob little guy.” Bret smiled. “We’re just two guys who can’t control our urges.”

The more Bret talked with Terry, the more he discovers how much they have in common. He never knew Terry was a dedicated sports fan; he always assumed the guy spent all his time in the libraries reading books. After a few minutes of chatting with him, Bret actually felt like he could be good friends with Terry.

The two of them were about to step off a corner to cross the street when a black van came out of nowhere and screeched to a halt in front of them. The door slides open and several large, strong hands grabbed the both of them and yanked them inside!

“What the fuck!” Bret yelled and tried to break free, but the two men who pinned him down were pretty big and strong. They were built like bodybuilders, all muscle and no fat, over 220 lbs. of brawn at least. They all wore the same black shirt and jeans. One of the men inside the van slammed the door shut, and the vehicle started moving. “Let me go you faggots!” Bret struggled, but one of his captors slammed him back down on the floor of the car.

“One more word out of you and we’ll kill you.” He threatened.

Immediately Bret froze up.

Terry feigned struggling, but he pretended to be completely overpowered and gave in. Quickly the kidnappers tied them up. With his strength, Terry could easily break through his bindings, but a single wrong move could cost Bret his life. If something ever happens to him, Terry would never forgive himself.

“Ow!” Bret suddenly cried out.

“What is it?” Terry asked as he looked over at him quickly.

“They just gave me a freakin’ shot, that’s what!” Bret snapped. “Fuck, what kind of shit did they just give me?”

A shot? Terry’s insides became cold when he saw the empty syringe the man above Bret held. Aethar, you don’t think…

I think it is. He said gravely.

What do I do? Terry asked. If it’s really him that’s behind this, then-

For now all we can do is to wait for the right opportunity. Aethar told him, but Tyler could hear him swearing in the back of his mind.

The two of them waited anxiously as the van continued to drive on. In a few minutes, the can finally stops, and the door slides open.

“Move it!” The lead kidnapper barked, pushing them forward. Wordlessly the both of them moved as they were guided through a maze of hallways and passages. The place seemed solidly built, but there was a crude feel to their surroundings. Their footsteps on the concrete were eerily loud. With his super hearing Terry listened to the sounds of opening of doors, clangs of metal and the occasional roar from somewhere within the structure. What was odd that the roars not only human, but varied vastly. Cries of animalistic pride, anger, pain and lust echoed through the walls of this place.

Finally, their captors led them through a thick metal door and into a large room the size of a mall retail store. Once inside, they made Bret and Terry stand against the far wall as they removed the bindings only to replace it with metal cuffs and chains that bound them their arms and legs to the wall. Once they were secure, the five big bodybuilders exited the room and slammed the door behind them as they left.

Once those men were gone, Bret immediately turned to Terry. “Shit, what the fuck are they doing this for!?” He asked, panic filling his eyes.

“I-I don’t know!” Terry told him, but he had a very bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Just then the doors opened and in walked a single person. At first he appeared to be an older man, but one look at his face told them both that this guy could actually be their age! However, the guy’s body was far from that of a high school jock. He had a powerfully sculpted body, and looked to have over 30 pounds more muscle and an inch of height than Bret had. He was dressed in a tight black shirt that showed off his muscles very well; the sleeves were tight around those big 20 inch arms, the crevice between his pecs evident, his nipples erect, and his abs faintly outlined. His jeans showed off his legs as well, with nicely sized quads and calves, with a bubble butt that filled the seat of his pants, but most importantly a very big pouch for what appears to be a very big bulge in the crotch area.

“Well, well, well…” The newcomer said as he looked between the two captives. “What do we have here?”

Terry blanched when he saw this man. Aethar, it’s-!

I know… Aethar growled, that bastard!

“Who the hell are you!?” Bret yelled as soon as the man came in.

“Corey Davidson.” The guy merely nodded as way of introduction. “But I prefer to go by the name of Devastator.”

“And who the fuck is that!?” Bret demanded.

“You can say I’m the polar opposite of Captain Cosmos; his arch nemesis, if you will.” Corey smirks as he turns his gaze over at the other prisoner. “Isn’t that right, Terry?”

“Let him go Corey!” Terry yelled at him. “He has nothing to do with us, so just let him go!”

Esmer, Esmer, can you hear me? Aethar shouted towards Corey. It’s me, Aethar! Esmer, please answer me!

Corey laughed. “Sorry, but I’m afraid they’re both under my control.”

“Wh-what?” Bret looked at the two of them, confused. This was all Terry’s fault?

“Oh, didn’t he tell you?” Corey tilted his head to the side. “My, keeping secrets are we, Terry?”

Terry growled as he prepared to take a swing at Corey despite the fact he was chained down, but Corey held up his hand. “If you value your friend’s health, you’d best not to do anything. The moment you harm me, I’ll set off the bug I had planted in him and kill him instantly.”

Bret immediately freezes up in fright. He didn’t want to die! He could feel tears start to well up in his eyes, and despite how he hated how weak he must look, he couldn’t do anything to wipe tem away. What the hell did Terry get them into? He barely even knew the wimp, and yet the little fucker pulled him into a life or death situation.

Terry, of course, immediately felt Bret’s emotions and his own heart grew cold. “Let him go, please.” Terry said in a low voice. “I beg of you. He’s completely innocent. He has nothing to do with the two of us, so please let him go.”

"Oh, but he has everything to do with us!" Corey said as he walked over toward Bret and ran a finger down his nose. "He's your chosen lover, isn't he? It pains me that you would choose him over me."

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Bret blurted out unwisely, thinking that if he could prove that fact otherwise, he’d be set free. "I'm not his lover! We barely talk to each other!"

"Oh how naïve." Corey chuckled. "You very, very well much love him. He knows it, and so do I." When he said this, Terry looked away in shame.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Bret kept blurting out, desperate. "I mean, nothing against him, but he's a nerd! Why would I love someone like him?"

"Oh, he's far more than just that." Corey laughed menacingly. "Much, much more. I think it's time that you show our 'little' friend here your true form." When he saw Terry hesitate, Corey bore his eyes into him. "Is your secret worth more then his life? I can have him killed right now!”

Bret gave out a sharp cry.

“Alright, alright!” Terry said quickly. “I’ll…I’ll transform.” At first nothing seemed to happen. He breathed in deeply, and then it suddenly began. He started to grow taller, and his muscles becoming larger to fit his frame. Pound after pound of muscle piled up on each other as he reached Olympian proportions. His shoulder widened as he traps and deltoids swelled out. His bicep pulsated and flexed, becoming bigger and bigger until they were the size of honeydew melons. Terry’s chest grew with every breath, becoming fuller and bigger by the second. Down below, his legs shot up and grew like fast growing tree trunks, his quads separating into multiple heads and his calves rippling and swelling powerfully. Then, before they could rip and tear off, his clothes shimmered and turned into the tight spandex outfit, and his glasses became a mask. With an almost negligent movement he snapped the chains off of his body with a flex like they were made of paper. Within moments, he had gone from skinny Terry to the colossal Captain Cosmos.

Bret’s jaw dropped. “No way. No fucking way! This…this is impossible!”

“Oh it’s very possible.” Corey laughed while reveling in the jock’s stunned expression. “How does it feel to learn that the skinny nerd you used to pick on is actually your favorite superhero?”

Terry looked away in shame. “I-I’m sorry Bret. I never meant to put you in danger.”

“Y-you lied to me!” Bret yelled, so hopelessly lost and confused. He was shocked to find that Terry and Captain Cosmos were one in the same, and somehow hurt as well. All those little things he had thought were odd finally made sense. It had been so obvious, but he had just been too stupid to put it all together! “H-how is any of this even possible?”

"Oh, it's a very short story." Corey said. "You see, the two of us used to be friends. Then one day, a meteorite landed right in front of us. Naturally we investigated. When we reached it, two alien symbiotes life forms shot out and fused with our bodies. It gave us vast strength and power. Terry here wanted to use his power to help people, while I wanted to use it to rule over the bastards who dared laugh at me, just because I was smaller and weaker."

“Alien what?” Bret looked at him stupidly.

"Symbiosis," Corey told him, "is the term for two creatures or organisms that assist each other in order for both to survive, hence why they call themselves symbiotes. You may be cute, but you're dumb as hell."

“That’s not true!” Terry protested. “He’s smart, and strong, and kind, and…and…” He trailed off and hung his head.

Bret’s cheeks grew red in embarrassment, knowing now who was really speaking those words. "But if you both have the same s….sym…thingie, how come Capt. Cosm--er, Terry is bigger then you are?"

"I think you're mistaken." He said. "This is merely my 'natural' form, the form I use when I wish to blend in with society. In my true form, I am far larger and more powerful then he is, because he chose such a weak and pointless power source."

"When our symbiotes entered our bodies, we had to choose one emotion to power us. I chose lust, while he-" Corey looked over at Terry and sneered, "-chose love. The only problem is the person he loves DOESN'T love him back, at least not completely." Corey then turned to Bret and laugh. "You are attracted to him as Captain Cosmos, but don’t give him a damn as Terry. Do you have any idea of how crippled he has become of you? Not that I’m complaining. It makes it much easier for me to overpower him."

Bret began to feel guilty, but also not. If he loved him, Captain Cosmos might be able to save us, but how could he ever love Terry? He barely knew him. He's barely worth knowing! He's just some scrawny egghead who's only good for writing research papers and stuff. Bret was a highly-trained athlete. What would They have to say to each other? Fuck, he's not even physically attractive! Bret looked away, red-faced. He didn't know how to face Terry.

"He doesn't cripple me!" Terry argued back. "He...although he doesn't love me, just seeing him out there playing on the field at his hardest makes me want to give my all, every day and night. When times looked bleak, all I have to remember is how he made the winning touchdown, or pinned down someone twice his size. He's not my weakness, he's my strength!"

Bret was surprised. He never even noticed Terry had been to all of his games, all his matches. He was his biggest fan and he had no clue. Suddenly he remembered how concern and supportive Terry had been of him, how natural it felt when the two of them had been talking to each other just before they had been kidnapped. Terry was actually a great guy, and yet he…

"S-sorry..." Bret managed to mutter out, ashamed. “You’ve been feeling such emotions for me, and yet I never even noticed it. I…I’m so dumb.”

“Don’t be.” Terry looked over at him. “It’s my fault you’re in this mess…I should be the one asking you for forgiveness.”

"Well, I'd hate to ruin this touching moment," Corey interrupted, "But I think it's time to remind you two of the situation at hand."

"I'll do whatever you want. Name it and it'll be done." He said with a firm resolution. "Just let Bret go."

"Really?" Corey's eyebrow arched up. "Well, you know what I've always wanted, Terry." Corey walks up to me and places a hand on my chest. "And that is for you to become my sex slave."

“Done." Terry said without any hesitation whatsoever.

Bret was horrified, yet his cock twitched in arousal. Terry is so, so big as Capt. Cosmos, and Corey is almost his size. It wasn’t hard to imagine Terry as his own sex slave, ready to indulge his every whim. Fuck...he knew this was serious, but he couldn’t help but feel turned on.

Corey stroked his hand upward from Terry’s brawny chest, up the hard, strong lines of that thick neck and to the strong, lantern jaw. It was so smooth, so clean cut. Reaching up, he removed Terry’s mask so that he could see the face of the man he had conquered. Corey leaned forward and kissed Terry roughly on the lips. It's not a kiss of romance... but of domination.

Without any resistance Terry let him in, though in his mind he was utterly revolted and screaming. Corey’s hands moved across his body, feeling the strong bulges of muscle underneath his fingertips.

Aethar… Terry started.

I got it. The symbiote replied.

Corey gripped Terry’s ass underneath that skintight material that he had covering him. It's almost like fondling the real thing. He squeezed and felt nothing but hard, shapely muscle. Breaking the kiss, Corey licked Terry’s smooth cheek. He was going to have so much fun degrading the fallen superhero. "Strip for me." He commanded.

Obediently Terry began to pull of the skin tight material of his super suit. The fabric peeled off of his skin, slowly exposing his hot, muscular body. Inch by inch he revealed his broad shoulders, his thick arms, his huge chest, his sculpted abs, his tree trunk thighs and his bulging calves until finally, he was standing naked. A special property of the suit had induced a hypnotic impression so people could avoid seeing his crotch, but now without the suit it is plain obvious. He was HUGE! His massive cock is almost 11 inches long, flaccid, with two orange sized balls to match.

"My, my," Corey said, admiring the view. "How I miss this. It’s even bigger then the last time I saw it." He reached down and grabbed the thick, soft shaft. It's so big it slipped out of his hand. "Marvelous."

Terry kept his silence. Even though Corey was man handling his cock, it remained completely soft. However, he was embarrassed and humiliated by the fact that he was completely exposed in front of Bret, was gawking at the huge size of his manhood.

"How does it feel to be naked in front of your one, true love, being felt up like a whore?" Corey laughed as he reached over and pinched a fat nipple hanging off of Terry’s bulbous chest. Despite himself, those words and that action managed to make Terry’s dick stir slightly. He was naked in front of Bret, and it killed him but at the same time aroused him a bit.

"Let's see you play with yourself in front of him," Corey ordered sadistically. "Play with yourself in front of that fucking jock. Let him see what a big fucking dick you have. Let him see what he'll never have!"

Terry shut his eyes, knowing he had no choice but to comply. Slowly, he reached down and grabbed that huge member with his hand. Even his large paw was unable to fully encompass its girth! Slowly he began to jack off, moving his hand up and down that long pole. As it should, his tool began to rise and swell upwards, becoming more and more erect.

Corey drooled as he saw that thick sausage inflate to elephantine proportions! It was so long and thick and beautiful, the way cocks were meant to look! Not harshly veined, but smooth and pink and velvety-looking. A small pearl of precum was forming at the tip, growing larger and larger and looking as if it's about to trickle down. He smirked as he toyed with his own cock through his jeans. Not only was this hot, but it torturing both Terry and Bret!

He continued to jack off his huge cock, his eyes screwed shut as it continued to grow and grow and grow! Soon, it reached 14 inches of length, feeling so big and hot and huge. The pre that had been forming from the head finally emerges and just like you Corey had predicted, it trickled from the slit in a steady flow, gathering into a growing pool on the ground beneath it.

Somehow, Corey thought this simply wasn't enough punishment for Terry and started to think up new ways for him to feel degraded. "Start talking about how hot this is making you feel," He ordered him. "I want Bret to know just how sexual you really are, how sensitive every touch on that dick is.”

Terry barely prevented himself from wincing. He knew that that command had been coming, but now it was time to swallow the last of his pride. "This...is so hot," he said. "It feels so good to touch my big cock. It's so sensitive; every little thing makes it harder, stronger, and more erect. Every single jerk I make brings me just a little bit closer to cumming..."

Bret whimpered as his own dick throbbed, so aroused and turned on by Terry’s verbal description and the sight of all that muscle slowly jacking off in front of him. He wanted to grab his dick and beat off so badly, but the chains prevented him from doing so. All he could do was drool and stare at the scene in front of him.

Corey’s eyes narrowed as he grinned evilly. "Now, the coup de grâce... I want you to play with your ass with the other hand." Let's see how long he can hold out doing that, he thought. And see how long he can keep his dignity.

And at last, the final command that would take away Captain Cosmos’ pride. However, Terry knew Bret’s life was depending on this, so he had no choice but to do as ordered. He reached back and began to grope his own bubble butt while still whacking off his dick. He pinched it and squeezed it in his hand, feeling its firmness and then...He began to insert his finger into his hole. A strained gasp come out of his mouth as his finger penetrated his own ass. A surge of precum shot out of his cock and splattered onto the ground. Terry’s pecs were heaving with belabored breaths as his abs expanded and contracted, all of it trying to contain his body's innate lust. Terry continued to finger rape himself. He thrust his finger in and out like a cock would, keeping in rhythm with his other hand which was still jacking off his huge dick. Then, he pushed another finger into his ass, then another, then another until finally his entire hand was in.

Loving every second of this, Corey watched, his own dick throbbing. "How does it feel? I can't hear you!!!"

"It feels gooood." Terry moaned in spite of himself. "It's so fucking hot and it's turning me on so much." He said as he jacked off and hand raped himself. "I've never felt anything like it! It just keep on getting better and better and better until...until...oh GOD!" Then his dick exploded in a torrent of cum, which shot and struck Corey full on in the face like a fire hose.

Corey laughed cruelly as he licked cum from his face. It was actually is quite tasty. Bret looks devastated, but the bulge in his pants clearly said he was interested in Terry’s capabilities. "How did it feel to put on a show for your little boyfriend?" He mocked him.

“Humiliating,” Terry replied emotionlessly. “How did my cum taste like?”

“Like victory.” Corey replied smugly, licking his lips.

Terry said nothing as he watched Corey closely. All of a sudden, Corey began to sway, his eyes becoming unfocused. "Wha…? Uurrrrrghhh... you... you bastard..." Corey managed to mutter before completely conking out on the floor.

Nicely done Aethar. Terry thought.

Not a problem. Aethar replied. I’m sorry it took so long to get it ready though.

“W-what the hell happened?” Bret stared down at Corey’s fallen form wide eyed. “You…you didn’t kill him, did you?”

"No, I never kill anyone. I just had my testicles produce a sleeping draft within my bodily fluids that would knock him out as soon as he consumed some. No matter what he does, no one deserves to die." Terry said as he easily snapped the chains off of Bret. Sad and ashamed, he looked at the jock. "Bret…I... words can’t say how sorry I am for getting you involved in this."

“Save the apology for later.” Bret said. “What are we going to do when he wakes up and finds us free? He said he could kill me at any moment!”

"I won't let that happen." He said adamantly. "I know that power of his. He injects a small, cell-like creature into a person's body. That was probably what was in the shot his men gave you while we were being brought here. Unfortunately, it can only survive in normal body temperatures. All we have to do is raise your body temperature to a hot enough level to completely kill it off."

“You’re not going to zap me with heat vision or something, are you?” Bret panicked.

"I'm not Superman." He stifled a smile. "You just need to get your blood flowing and get yourself really hot, like exercise really hard or do some sort of activity that'll make you sweat intensely."

"Oh, well, I guess I could go work out..." Bret said, looking around to see what he could use.

"Can you work yourself up in less then half an hour?" Terry asked, worried. "Because that's how long Corey will be knocked out. Normally the sleeping draft can knock out an elephant for a whole day, but he's made out of sterner stuff."

“Oh, uh, maybe not,” Bret said worriedly. “Dammit! What do I do? I don’t want to die!”

“There’s one way I know for sure, but…” Terry hesitated, biting his lower lip.

“C’mon, tell me!” Bret begged desperately.

“Sex.” Somehow the word seemed to cut through the silence and echo off the walls.

For a brief moment Bret just stared at him. “Oh.” He said, stepping back. He looked at Terry’s big, bulging muscles and the huge hanging cock. His own manhood began to throb in his boxers as he thought about it. “W-well, if you’re willing…”

Terry stepped back, his face flaming. "I...I never wanted to take advantage of you Bret. It’s just that, during sexual intercourse the body would generate enough heat in a short amount of time to destroy the organism inside of you. But if you feel uncomfortable, then I’ll think of something else. I don't want to force yourself onto me, after everything I've put you through."

"I need to do this to live," Bret said sternly. "If I need to fuck to keep myself from dying, that's what I'll do!" Though in truth, his willingness came more from his libido then from his desire to live at that point. To have sex with your superhero…who wouldn’t get excited from that?

“Alright.” Terry nodded, coming in closer. “Tell me what to do to make things easier for you.”

“I dunno.” Bret blushed. He was a virgin, though he was too proud to admit it. “Try kissing me?”

Terry leaned forward and pressed his lips against Bret’s. The kiss was soft, loving, but at the same time incredibly passionate and fucking hot as it filled Bret’s mouth, spreading a hot flush through his entire body. Bret had been kissed by tons of girls before, but this was beyond their level. Before he knew it he found himself on his tiptoes, hungry for more. Terry hooked his arm around Bret’s waist and pulled the smaller body into his, the hard steely muscles flexing and pushing against the smaller man as Terry took them deeper into the kiss, savoring the taste and the sensation.

Softly Bret started to shyly feel the bare muscles. Christ, they're so hard! He felt the sweep of Terry’s lat, the cut of the serrated muscles, his bulbous pecs. As he felt up Terry’s body, his hero’s muscles flexed, hardening and swelling under his fingertips, pushing more of that awe inspiring muscle mass into his touch. Bret was so aroused and turned on by the feeling of the largest muscles he had ever seen, bigger than Jay Cutler or Ronnie Coleman or any other bodybuilder on earth. Bret was utterly overwhelmed by Terry’s huge body! I did what he’d always dreamed of doing for a long time and pinched the fat nipple hanging onto the edge of Capt. Cosmos’s pec.

Terry broke off the kiss abruptly as a low shuddering moan escaped his lips, his huge chest twitching with pleasure from the sensation. He felt Bret bury his face into his chest, to lick the twitching striations and feel all that brawn smother him. Tightly he wrapped his arms around his tiny love, completely surrounding him with pure muscle mass. In Bret’s face are the great slabs of concrete called pecs. On his sides the jock could feel those mighty biceps press into him, those same arms that had lifted tons and tons of rubble up like nothing just the other night.

“Ohhhh…Captain Cosmos…” Bret sighed in bliss. Momentarily he’d completely forgotten that it was really Terry, that little nerdy twerp.

Terry felt a sharp pain in his chest when Bret called him that and not his real name, but he was too wrapped up in his passion to deal with it. Instead, he tilted his head down and kissed Bret from the shoulder up Bret’s neck and to that handsome face.

“D-do you love me?” Bret gasped, caught up in Terry’s masculine affections.

“Yes..." Terry whispered into Bret’s ear. “More then you can ever know. I love you so much, Bret.”

Bret moaned. “I-I love you too, Ca-” He paused momentarily, suddenly remembering who his hero really was. “Terry.”

“Do you…do you really mean that?” Terry asked, feeling a glimmer of hope arise within him.

"You're helping me save my life," Bret said softly, grinding his body against him. "And you were so cool tricking Corey."

"He was never the brightest of people." Terry said as he nuzzled Bret’s cheek lovingly. "His mind was always in his pants."

“It was really you, all those times," Bret said to himself between licks of Terry’s chest, "not Capt. Cosmos."

"We're one and the same, Bret." Terry said as he flexed those pecs for him. "Even though neither side looks like each other, we are both the same person."

“Mmm…” Bret began to fondle the giant phallus, the shaft already swelling in his hand. Despite having just orgasmed, it became fully erect and looked ready for action. He tried to put a hand around it, but it was simply too large! He just made do with rubbing it up and down, his fingers circling around the flaring helmet head. The attention to the organ rewarded him as it swelled hugely in Bret’s hand and a glob of pre spat out from the head. Terry moaned and flexed his muscles to try to contain the pure pleasure he was feeling at the moment. Bret leaned down and licked the head, slurping up a helping of precum along with it. It's salty, but somehow compelling...

Once again Terry moaned, and the precum starts to flow out from the head steadily now. "Ah shit, I want to fuck you so bad right now..."

"I dunno... you're so big..." Bret said, sucking more on the head. It was really spitting out precum now!

"Its power gives only pleasure and no pain." Terry reassured him. "And it'll fit no matter what, but...but I won't do it to you unless you want it."

Bret felt like he could trust what his hero said. "No, it’s okay, I want to." He said, smiling. He stripped off his jeans and briefs, showing his highly-trained lower body.

Terry was practically drooling at the sight of his crush’s naked body. Though the guy was far smaller than he was, there is such an alluring quality to Bret’s tight physique that he barely contained himself from attacking the jock and fucking him senselessly. Instead, he gently guided him so that his tight ass rested on top of his cock head, just waiting to enter. "Are you ready?" He asked.

"Y-yeah," Bret groaned, ready to feel what it's like to be fucked by a superman.

"Alright, here I go." Terry told him. Then he thrust his huge mushroom shaped head into him one go.

"Oooh!" Bret gasped. Terry was right, it didn't hurt at all. It just felt like the most marvelous, hot, massive cock in the world had been shoved inside the core of his being! (And that was basically true.)

Slowly, Terry eased himself into Bret, going slowly so that the level of pleasure increased gradually, allowing him to fully savor this feeling just like he was. His hands roamed Bret’s body, feeling him, touching him. He flexed his muscles causing them to swell and harden against Bret as he did everything he could to please him.

OH god! Terry was doing all of this? For him?! He suddenly knew just how much Terry really did seem to love him, and he began to truly return it, grunting and shoving back onto the thick, long cock to increase Terry’s pleasure as well.

Terry could feel Bret’s affections fill him, just like he was filling Bret with his huge cock. Further and further he slid his man meat into him, his tool pushing aside the insides in order to make room for such a huge dick. Deeper and deeper it goes, reaching areas no man has every penetrated before! And all the while, a steady flow of warm liquid was being pumped into Bret; a constant flow of endless precum feeding directly into the jock’s body. Terry wrapped his arms around him once more, flexing them against Bret’s body, letting him feel what it's like to be pressed by muscle on all sides.

“Ahh!” Bret suddenly yelled as his 11 inch cock spewed milky white fluid, splattering onto the ground. The moment Bret released his load, the pure emotion that flooded from the climax poured into Terry and overwhelmed him. Terry roared as his own floodgates burst open. His cock didn't spurt likes Bret did; it exploded! A massive amount shoots inside Bret, filling the body with hot seed. The small guy felt his body heat up with pure sexual bliss. The heat is so great that the deadly organism inside burned and died out completely, eliminating the threat once and for all.

“Oh Terry!” Bret humped his hips as he felt himself be filled with super seed. It was just so mind boggling hot! His veins pumped and his muscles pulsated with every beat of his heart. Meanwhile Terry shot and shot load after load into him. The sheer amount should have distended his belly, but instead it invigorated him with energy and vitality. To his amazement, Bret’s muscles actually began to grow! They swelled bigger and bigger until it looked as if he had gained almost fifteen to twenty pounds of pure muscle.

Finally Terry stopped cumming and his mighty dick became flaccid once more. Slowly he pulled his dick out of him, being careful not to harm him even though it is impossible.

Bret stood up in shock. He felt his own shredded abs and bulging pecs. He looked way bigger than an athlete now. He looked like he could be a bodybuilder! "How did you...?"

"It's to make our lovers be able to take all of us with ease." Terry explained, holding him close to his body. "There are limits to how big a person can become, of course, but if I could, I would give you this body and so much more."

"And... and I'd accept," Replied with a smile.

"I love you, Bret, with all my heart." Terry confessed.

For probably the first time in his life, Bret looked deep in himself before he said anything. The answer felt so right that it was almost natural. "I love you, too."

Those words filled Terry with so much happiness he could almost burst. However, there was still a matter at hand that needed to be taken care of. "Dress quickly." Terry told him and begun to put on my suit back on.

Bret did as he was told and once he was dressed, he turned around to see Terry fully clothed as Capt. Cosmos. For some reason, it never even occurred to him to look at Terry’s crotch.

Terry walked over to Bret and then held him close to his body. "Hang on tight." He said as he began to lift them both up into the air. With a burst of speed, they broke through the ceiling, Capt. Cosmos carefully shielding Bret’s body with a force field, and zoom off towards the city. When they reached the edge of town, he landed and set Bret down on the ground. "You should be safe now." He told him. "Corey can only use his bug once on a person, and once only. He won't be able to threaten your life with that method again, but..."

"What's to stop him from coming where I live and beating me up, huh?"

"That's why I'm going back." His eyes were sad as he looked into Bret’s face. "I'm so sorry for everything, Bret. If I could, I would have never let this happen. But now that he knows, Corey will use you in order to get to me...unless I give myself to him."

"What do you mean by that?!"

"I am going to willingly become his slave, just like he wants." Terry explained. "Once I am his, he'll lose all interest in you, and you will never be harmed again."

"But what about you?!" Bret gripped the front of Captain Cosmos’s suit.

"I'll be alright." Terry smiled weakly. "After all, I'm Capt. Cosmos. I'm a hero, aren't I?"

Bret started crying. "Nooo... don’t do this...We…we’ve only been together for a few hours. It’s not fair!"

"It's for the best." Terry reached up and brushed the tears from Bret’s face. "Be strong, Bret. Don't be too blinded by your strength that you lose sight of what's right. That's the mistake Corey did. Stay strong and kind, for me?"

Bret wiped the rest of his tears away. "O-okay..." That was a complete lie, but he had to be strong, for Terry’s sake.

I guess this is it, Aethar. Terry spoke to the symbiote within him.

You’re insane Terry! Aethar yelled. You can’t be serious about this!

It’s the only way. Terry told him back. Corey is just too strong for me. This is the only solution I can think of to save Bret.

But you’ll be…!

I have to do this. I’ve gotta protect everyone, even if it means I gotta sacrifice myself.

Inside, Aethar was sobbing. I’ll never forgive you for this, Terry.

Terry simply let out a deep breath. Turning to Bret, he gazed into his eyes. “May I ask one last thing of you?”

“Anything!” Bret said with candor.

“Can you…can you call me by my name and say you love me? Just one last time.”

“Terry, I love you.” Bret said, his voice cracking with emotion.

And that was all Terry needed to hear. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against Bret’s and kissed him passionately. It was so intense; Bret could feel liquid warmth coming from Terry’s mouth and into his, flooding every cell of his body, his knees buckling and his heart pounding so hard and fast he thought it would burst from his chest at any moment. All too soon, Terry broke the kiss and looked down at him one last time.

“Thank you.” Terry breathed, then lifted weakly into the air and slowly flew off, leaving Bret behind all alone.

* * *

It took Terry much longer to reach the warehouse before, his body and heart felt heavy as he mentally prepared for the future that awaited him. Slowly he lowered himself through the hole in the roof he had made, arriving just as Corey was rousing from his drug induced sleep.

“Ugh….you little peace of shit…” Corey growled as he sat up, rubbing his head. “What did you do to me?”

“I produced a sleeping draft within my semen.” Terry told him as he crossed his arms over his beefy chest. “You were so sure of yourself that you left yourself open to a trick like that.

Corey was furious. He didn’t think Captain Cosmos had another power like that up his sleeve! This wasn’t in any of the data he had gathered, and Terry certainly didn’t have that power when they were-

“Wait, where the fuck is that stupid jock!?” He looked around. All he saw was a cum splattered room and broken chains.

"It doesn't matter anymore." Terry said. "He doesn't concern you now. You've finally got what you've always wanted, and it's me."

"You got that right," Corey spat. Then, he started to swell and grow. His limbs became thicker and stronger with each passing moment. His shoulders widened with cannon sized delts and traps. His lats spread out wide as his chest blew out like two missiles, and his stomach knotted up into an intensely ripped eight pack. He flexed his arms repeatedly, watching as his biceps became bigger and bigger each time until they were as big as a man’s head. His quads became huge pillars of muscle, and his calves inflated to the size of a melon. Just like Terry, his clothes filled up past the point of breaking with new brawn until the fabric melted away and a turned into a form-fitting black material (not unlike leather) that covered his heavy (and growing heavier) genitals and a harness encased his exploding torso. He chuckled evilly as his voice grew deeper and darker. Finally the growth ends. He, too, have a black mask over his eyes.

Now, standing before the mighty hero Captain Cosmos was the even mightier villain, Devastator. And he was half a foot taller than Terry and twice as massive with muscle.

"Still cocky?" He looked down at him with a sneer.

"You were the only one who had ever been 'cocky', Corey." Terry said firmly. "Do whatever you want with me. I will not run, or fight, or resort to trickery any longer. I am yours from now on."

Those words were music to his ears, but he was still somewhat skeptical. "Lick my basket," he ordered, testing him.

Unhesitant Terry fell upon his knees and licked the huge ball sack with energy, servicing him completely. His tongue bathes Corey’s testicles, sending waves of pleasure through him.

"Haha!" He laughed, rubbing it in. He shove his crotch forward, smashing it against Terry’s face. Terry didn't even react to the laugh or action. Instead, he continued servicing him, doing the job given to him to the best of his ability.

"Take the thong off," The Devastator ordered, ready to get down to business, pointing at the bulging piece of black material hugging his demi-god-like package.

Captain Cosmos reached forward and pulled the thong down, allowing the monstrous cock to spring forward unrestrained. It was 17" erect and the moment it came free from the pouch, it shot out and slapped Terry in the face so hard that he fell back, his lips and chin covered with precum. Corey didn’t have to say his next command to him; Terry already knew full well what he was about to order. He leaned forward and licked the huge shaft, servicing that huge piece of meat with his skillful tongue, giving the Devastator the most intense shivers of pleasure he’d ever experienced.

"Suck it in," Corey moaned, his cock beginning to throb and pulse, precum sliding out like a water faucet. Obediently Terry went to the head and grasp it with his hands. Then, Terry swallowed the head and as much of the huge dick as he could possibly take. With that done, he proceeded to give the villain the hottest blow job ever.

Corey could feel the fallen hero’s strong throat muscles massaging his sensitive shaft. He laughed as he begun thrusting, raping his throat! He felt enormous inside of him! It didn’t take long before Corey shot his biggest orgasm ever, the amount of seed so much it would have drown any normal man.

And still, Terry sucked on the shaft, drinking every drop and using his tongue to the very best it possibly can to please his new master’s cockhead, licking, playing, pressing into the slit from which the hot fluid flowed from. The white seed of Corey was bitter sweet, a taste of what was in store for Terry for the future to come.

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