Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2023 13:13:52 -0400
From: L Bent <dirtyramblings@gmail.com>
Subject: Power of Red: MMPR Episode 1

The usual disclaimers apply. I do not own the people or the franchise. This
is just some fun dirty fiction to celebrate the 30th anniversary. Comments
and questions are always welcome at dirtyramblings@gmail.com

This is my first attempt posting something to Nifty after years of reading
through the stories. Hope you enjoy it! The goal is to work through all the
seasons so bear with me as we set up the world through the Mighty Morphin
team. If you have a favorite team or rangers, I'm happy to hear your
thoughts! And of course, please donate to Nifty to continue this fantastic
archive.

*MMPR Episode One*

"What do you mean by stimulation?" Jason asked the floating blue head in
front of him.

The teens had just come back from their first battle against Rita's
forces. Their combined megazord power enough to kick Goldar back to the
moon. At least for now. The team had celebrated together in the command
center before trickling back to their lives. Zordon had asked Jason to
remain behind, citing as leader there was some things that needed to be
discussed.

Jason was not prepared for his alien mentor to ask if he stimulates himself
and if so, how often.

The brunette jock was floored but couldn't help noting that his dick
twitched at being talked about. He hadn't had the chance to jack off that
morning before heading to school like he usually would.

"As the team's leader and Red ranger there are certain duties and
expectations associated with the role." Zordon went on, as if it was a
perfectly common place topic.

Jason's stomach twisted at the thought of what those expectations might
imply.

"What does that have to do with..." Jason struggled with the words, making
vague jerking motions with his hands. He'd always been taught to keep his
private life to himself, bedroom talk was never to be discussed outside of
your partner. Now here he was in the middle of an alien command center
talking to a floating head about how much and how often he
masturbated. "How often I...stimulate...myself." Jason asked, cringing at
the word choice.

"Because a backup of seminal fluid is ill advised." Zordon replied blandly.

Jason choked on his own spit in shock before attempting to continue.

"But what does that have to do with being a red ranger?" Jason was very
confused.

"The power of the morphing grid flows through the team's Red ranger and out
into his fellow rangers. You, Jason, are the anchor for your teammates to
their ranger powers. Each morph will require a massive amount of energy,
that energy flows through you, but will also leave you depleted in
time. We've discovered that the best course to reenergize the Red ranger
and keep the team functioning at top performance, is to ingest the seminal
fluids from your fellow male rangers. As the energy from the morphing grid
amplifies their strength and will return yours."

Ingest the...

Jason's mind stalled out as he processed Zordon's words.

"You want me to swallow Zack and Billy's cum?" Jason asked flabbergasted
and hating that his dick stiffened up at the thought. He fidgeted trying to
conceal his rising shaft, unsure why he was even getting excited.

Zordon appeared in thought for a moment.

"If that's how you humans would describe it, then yes. To re-energize
yourself in the coming battles, it would be advised to ingest the cum from
your teammates, normal males will suffice as well but far less returned
energy. We've learned it is much more potent if anally absorbed."

Anally?

Jason was straight. He'd always been straight and up until this moment had
never planned on testing that theory. Now, in order to keep the superpowers
he'd just received. As well as everyone else's, Zordon was expecting him to
do more than Jason ever expected. He'd barely begun to come to terms with
giving blowjobs then Zordon is just going to casually toss in that he
should start getting butt fucked too? On top of a day when he was trying to
process that aliens were real, Jason's head felt like it was going to
explode.

"Alpha, were you able to locate the package?" Zordon asked, switching gears
it seemed and leaving Jason alone to think about what this all meant.

The red and gold robot came shuffling up the ramp from some lower level of
the command center. Under its arm was a small wooden box, symbols were
etched across it, but Jason couldn't see them clearly in the command
center's gloom.

"Ay-yi-yi, right here Zordon!" Alpha-5 called, holding up the box. "Here
you go Jason." Alpha buzzed happily and handed Jason the box.

It was a simple thing, with a golden latch, and didn't weigh all that much
in his hands. After the conversation they'd just had, he worried about what
was inside.

"I know this is a lot to process Jason, go home and think about it. I'll
know when you've decided and will inform Billy and Zack accordingly."
Zordon said effectively dismissing Jason.

Could he go through with this? Jason clutched the box in his hands, holding
it low in front of himself. Was the fact that his dick was so hard at the
thought of all this a side effect of the energy too?  He'd felt so powerful
from the cockpit of the megazord, remembered the smiles and cheers of his
new friends as they'd partied in this very spot in celebration. He couldn't
take that away from them, even if it meant he had to do something he very
much did not want to do.

Jason nodded curtly, unsure how Zordon would know, but grateful he wouldn't
have to be the one to have to tell the other boys.

"I'll let you know." Jason said quietly before Alpha pressed a button on
the control panel. Jason's vision blurred into red static followed by the
feeling of being lifted, like he was a prize in one of those claw machines
at the arcade. And when his vision cleared, he was standing outside of his
house, the chill night wind cutting through his tank top and hardening his
nipples at the touch. Adjusting his crotch, thankfully his hard-on had
subsided, he tucked the box under his arm before sneaking into the house.

It was late and all the lights were off, so he hoped that meant his dad was
already passed out drunk somewhere. If Jason was quiet, he could make it to
his room without trouble. He'd eased the door opened and slipped his shoes
off in the front hall. Jason thought the coast was clear until he forgot
about the squeaky board at the top of the stairs.

The noise split the still night and for a second Jason didn't breathe.

He leaned down to look through the slats in the banister, to the living
room where his father was passed out on the couch. A brown beer bottle,
half empty, rested on the coffee table. In the dim light cast from the
streetlamp outside, Jason could see his father shift in his sleep but
thankfully did not rise. Something else had risen though. His father's
bathrobe had slipped open and the loose slit in his boxer shorts allowed
the older man's hard cock to stick out from his crotch. A bead of precum
reflected the light, sparkling and inviting.

Jason swallowed a nervous lump down his throat. Sure, he'd seen his father
passed out like this loads of times. Since his mother had left a year ago,
his dad hadn't been the same. But this was the first time he'd passed out
with a full erection on display. After the conversation he'd just had with
Zordon, Jason's traitorous dick leaped back to life, straining against the
material of his gym shorts. He needed to get to his room and sort out his
thoughts.

With a herculean effort Jason pulled himself away from the banister and
silently crept the rest of the way to his room. He breathed a sigh of
relief as he shut the door and leaned against it before turning on the
overhead lamp. Jason noted the piles of gym clothes in the corner of the
room he needed to remember to wash, he hadn't noticed how potent the smell
of his sweat was. A heady musk that made his cock lurch in his pants
again. He tossed the box on his bed and gripped his shaft through the mesh
material. Pressing the fabric down so that he could prominently see the
hard seven-inch cock desperate to be freed. Precum already pooled in his
shorts leaving a wet stain behind.

Jason looked at himself in the full-length mirror against the opposite
wall. He had to admit, he looked hot. In a tank top and loose red gym
shorts, his pecs and arms were on full display. He gave his hard cock a
shake in the mirror, marveling at how it bounced in his shorts. Was it
bigger than before? Jason squeezed it again in his hands, a wave of
pleasure washing over him as his dick belched up another bubble of precum.

He wanted to jerk off so badly.

But he needed to see what Zordon had sent him home with first.

Jason sat down on the bed, his dick forming a large tent in his shorts, and
pulled the box closer. In the light he could see the symbols looked
familiar, but he still couldn't place them. They looked like something he'd
seen recently. His stomach churned with a mix of anticipation and dread
before he flipped open the latch and looked inside.

Nestled against a velvet backdrop was a cylindrical flesh colored
object. Jason picked it up, running his hand down the length. There were
six stones set an inch apart down the length, each was like a bump on a
log. The stones sparkled in the bedroom light, green, pink, yellow, black,
blue, and red. The base was flat so that it could stand upright, and the
bell end was flared wider than the stone bumps.

Jason's brain finally caught up with what he was seeing when he noticed the
little bottle of lube waiting in the box. It was a dildo.

Zordon had sent him home with a dildo.

All told it was about seven inches in length and as thick around as a mini
coke can. Jason experimentally ran his hand down the shaft, holding it like
he would his own cock. Each ridge marked another inch, he'd have to take
them all to reach the red stone at the bottom. His cock had yet to calm
down, the wet spot of precum having grown down his thigh as he stroked the
dildo, thinking about what it would be like to slide it inside himself.

Jason had never even considered fingering himself before. Sure, they'd
talked about the prostate in sex ed, but like most straight identifying
boys he'd written it off. He'd even felt weird the couple of times in the
shower when he'd brush a soapy finger against his hole, thinking the action
may make him gay. And now, here he was holding a dildo, debating about what
it would take to sit on it and help his friends.

Setting the dildo down beside him, Jason looked through the rest of the
box. There was a bottle of lube that had already been used. A small brown
bottle that just said, `sniff me', but it was what was buried under the
velvet that surprised him.

Polaroids.

There was a pile of those white framed photos, each depicting various acts
of man-on-man sex. In one a teen no older than him was being spit roasted
by two other guys, a smile on his face as he swallowed down cock. In
another four men had formed a fuck train. Another one depicted a guy on his
knees three hard cocks pressed against his grinning cum streaked face. All
of them held one thing in common, there was a faint after image of color
around each of the men. Blues, and yellows, blacks and greens, but each of
them the one with the red imprint was the front and center for the
action. These were pictures of past teams and the lengths their reds had
gone to satisfy the energy needs of their team.

Jason wondered if one day a picture of him would be in the box, waiting for
the next red to find it and learn their role.

There was also a letter:

`Welcome new Red ranger! I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but there is
no easier way to do this than just jump in! I was in your shoes before, but
for the betterment of the team I shrugged off the preconceived notions and
just enjoyed the feeling. So that's my advice to you, enjoy yourself, and
be amazed at what you discover. Sincerely, your predecessor.'

The note was simple and anonymously signed, Jason wondered which one of the
past reds had written the letter. Was it the one being spit roasted? The
cum glazed cock sucker? Maybe the one who'd stuffed two of his teammate's
cocks into his swollen asshole. Jason cringed at that one, but his dick had
other ideas.

Jason looked down at his swollen shaft, soaked through with precum from the
amateur porn he'd been looking through. His body desperately needed
release.

"Fuck it." Jason sighed and stood up before stripping off his clothes.

His cock had definitely gotten bigger, by at least another inch in length,
and was it wider? The uncircumcised flesh had pulled back at his erection,
leaving the red leaking head exposed. His cock hung hard and heavy from his
trimmed bush, his balls large and full of his pent up seed. Jason turned to
look at himself in the mirror, standing with his back towards the glass so
that he could see his plump pale ass cheeks clearly.

He'd never before spent time looking at his ass, though now he could tell
it was what some would call a bubble butt. Years of karate classes and work
outs having honed his body into a lithe muscular frame, his asscheeks stood
out and when he clenched his muscles Jason felt a small thrill watching his
cheeks bounce. Leaning against the bed his looked back to watch himself
spread his hole apart. A small burst of hair traced its way along his anal
trench and when Jason slowly probed his fingers between the fleshy mounds,
he found his center. The simple act of tracing his pointer finger along his
puckered hole was enough to send pleasure waves coursing straight to his
dick. Precum oozed to the floor, a single translucent thread still
connected to the head.

Jason got up and grabbed the bottle of lube and the little brown bottle,
before sitting down on the floor at the foot of his bed. He leaned back so
that he could spread his legs wide and look at his ass in the mirror. For a
moment Jason got lost in watching himself, knowing there were people who'd
pay good money to see a jock like him spread open and waiting to take
dick. Jason didn't know where the thought had come from, but it sent a
thrill to his cock, so he didn't mind.

Dripping some cold lube along his burning shaft, Jason lazily stroked the
length, precum pooling in his navel and oozing across his abs. He trailed
his hand down between his legs, teasing at his hole with his lubed
finger. It was now or never. Jason slowly slid his finger inside
himself. His hissed at the slight burning sensation he felt and applied
more lube to his hand. This time his finger slipped in with ease. He had to
admit, it didn't feel as bad as he'd thought it would. He pistoned his
finger in and out of his hole until he felt a little looser, then feeling
bold, he slid a second finger in beside the first.

The feeling of fullness instantly increased, and Jason started breathing
hard as he struggled to take it. Slowly he backed out, then pushed his
fingers forward once more. The angle was a little awkward but when he
stretched his fingers, he felt them brush against something inside himself
that sent lightning bolts to his cock.

"Oh god!" Jason groaned, his fingers searching out that spot he'd hit. He
rubbed against it again and his dick belched a load of precum onto his
abs. Jason was starting to sweat from the exertion, his room smelling like
the locker rooms at Angel Grove High. Which turned his thoughts to the guys
he'd glanced at as they changed. He'd always written it off as healthy
teenage comparison. But now he was wishing he'd paid more attention. Jason
wondered how big his friend Billy was. Fuck, he thought, how much did Zack
live up to the myth of black men having bigger cocks.

Would he get to play with them?

The thought opened his hole up a little more and his fingers slid against
his prostate again. Jason jumped at the electric touch before easing back
down onto his fingers. Rubbing against the little bump inside himself that
sent shockwaves to his cock. Still, it didn't feel like enough.

Jason eyed the dildo beside him with his last dregs of hesitation. He was
already two fingers deep in his own asshole and he had to admit he loved
the feeling. Slowly he pulled his lubed fingers out and wrapped them around
the dildo's shaft. He wrapped his other hand around his own shaft,
comparing the two. The dildo Zordon had given Jason was a little thicker
than his own cock, but shorter by a couple inches. He could totally take
something smaller than himself, he thought with a cocky grin. He gave
himself a few more tugs, feeling his balls near desperate need for
release. He was close.

Jason lined the dildo up with his hole and gave a gentle push.

The flared head slipped inside, and Jason gave a hiss of pleasure. He'd
thought it would hurt as the dildo was thicker than his two fingers had
been, but the feeling of fullness he was beginning to experience was
electrifying.

Jason wanted more.

Squirting more lube onto his fingers he massaged his hole and slicked the
dildo's shaft. He wanted to take the whole thing with this next thrust, he
needed to feel what it was like rubbing the flared dildo head against that
bright spot inside himself.

Jason looked up at himself in the full-length mirror. His muscled legs were
spread wide, toes curled into the carpet to hold himself up as he teased
his hole with the dildo. Jason's cock stood stiff, leaking more precum than
he'd ever seen himself make. It had matted down his pubic hair and dripped
down to add slickness to the fake cock. He looked like a slut in one of
those late-night videos he'd been able to see on basic cable. Jason moaned
like one too when he slid the dildo in deeper.

Grabbing the small brown bottle Jason struggled to open the cap. With a
groan he let go of the dildo, sinking a little farther down the length as
he used both hands to twist the cap off the lid. A whiff of a chemical
scent sent a rush of heat to Jason's crotch and overactive hole.

"Oh fuck," Jason moaned taking a deeper hit off the poppers. Loving how his
nipples grew hard and his dick throbbed out another bubble of precum.

Jason sank down on the dildo, feeling every one of the six stones brush
against his hole. When he was five inches deep, he hit his second anal ring
and with a grunt and deeper hit of poppers Jason dropped his ass the rest
of the way down, slamming the dildo against his prostate.

"Fuck!" Jason shouted as cum erupted from his cock. He caught one shot in
his open mouth before the rest dribbled off his chin and onto his chest. He
felt so full, so satisfied, his hole pulsing around the dildo shoved in to
the hilt inside his once cherry jock hole.

Jason savored the taste of his own cum on his tongue as he drifted off to a
blissed-out sleep.



Elsewhere...

Alpha-5 turned away from the viewing globe, the image of a cum covered
Jason disappearing into static on the screen.

"Ay-yi-yi Zordon, he did it!" Alpha shouted with glee.

"They always do Alpha. Alert Zack and Billy," Zordon commanded as Jason's
solo sessions played across the various screens around the command
center. "Send them this video and tell them their leader's holes are open
for use. At my command."

"Right away Zordon!" Alpha-5 easily agreed before sending the email off to
the other teens. Eager to see what their young wards would do next.