Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2016 12:16:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: z119z 2000 <z119z2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: SuperFlash and SuperJack Part 1

SuperFlash and SuperJack

Part 1: First Encounter

© 2016 by the author

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"How did he manage to get put on probation while he was taking his orals?"
Professor McLeod regarded his friend and colleague Dean Howells with
amazement. "I've heard of testees flunking the orals, but nobody has ever
been put on probation before."

The dean shook his head. "None of the members of the review committee would
tell me. All the chair said was that Jack had violated the rule against
using his powers on other superheroes without their consent."

"But wasn't he demonstrating them on a captured supervillain?"

***

"Now—" Colonel Smith, the chair of the orals committee, paused for
several seconds while he consulted a folder in front of him. "Now,
Mr. Edgemount, please tell the committee how you acquired your powers."

Jack cleared his throat and pulled at his collar to loosen it. Why did the
collars on the cadet uniform have to be so tight? His nerves were making
him hyperventilate, and the collar wasn't helping. It was strangling
him. He glanced nervously at the committee. His worst enemy (not that he
had any enemies, let alone one who could be labeled his worst) couldn't
have chosen a more unfavorable group of five. It didn't help his nerves
that he was standing below them in the arena and they were seated above him
in the observation booth, shielded behind thick anti-villain,
super-hardened-plexiglass walls. The difference emphasized his exposure and
the upcoming contest, which they would observe in safety while he risked
his neck.

All the members of his orals committee were old enough to be his father,
and in his four years at the Academy, he had found that most of the men and
women of that generation of superheroes had opposed the opening of the
Academy to LGBTQ candidates. So that was one strike against him before he
even started. They were so old that in private they probably called one
another by their old cool superhero names rather than the military titles
the League of the Advantageously Endowed (LAE) now insisted its members
use. All of them wore the black form-fitting onesies that the LAE
stipulated as the standard uniform for superheroes, but Jack was willing to
bet that they had really sexy Lycra costumes that clung to their bodies
like a second skin in their closets at home from their glory days as
villain quellers.

As if that weren't bad enough, all five belonged to the hyper-muscled
branch of LAE. Overdeveloped biceps and humongous pecs strained the arms
and chests of their suits. With each breath, their eight-pack abs rippled
the fabric. Jack knew that if they stood up, every movement of their thighs
and buttocks would be visible. He was all too conscious that even though
his suit was in the smallest size available, it didn't exactly cling to his
body. Indeed, it drooped over his frame. His narrow shoulders were crowned
by inches of empty cloth, and the only ripples across his abdomen were
rolls of excess fabric. The one place where he stretched the gray
cadet-trainee's uniform was over his bony knees, and that happened only
when he sat down.

He had met many examples of their type during his cadet training—they
hated superheroes like Jack who relied on mental rather than physical
powers. "Nerdnoses" and "geckoes" (because they supposedly had their noses
glued to display screens and clung to the walls during fights) were two of
the politer terms they used to express their contempt. After one
particularly hostile unarmed-combat trainer had reamed Jack out for his
physical failings, Professor McLeod had taken him aside and told him, "Just
remember. They are beginning to feel threatened. In today's world, brawn is
no longer enough. Superheroes need to use their minds now. Those guys came
of age in a time when all they had to do was fly in and "pow" and "bam" the
lights out of some guy for the villains to put their hands up in the air
and surrender. That's all they know. They're helpless when they have to
confront some hacker who's taken over a company's computer system and is
threatening to erase its memory unless the company pays a ransom. They
don't know what to do when the miscreant is on the other side of the planet
and protected by multiple firewalls. They are starting to fear that they're
obsolete in today's crime-fighting circles, and they react by being hard on
students like you."

Colonel Smith looked at Jack with disdain. The other committee members took
their cue from the colonel and were sneering at him too. Jack didn't feel
confident about his prospects. "I was . . ." His throat was dry and he had
to cough twice before he could continue. "I was struck . . ." This time his
voice came out too high-pitched. He sounded like a girl. He cleared his
throat and tried again. "I was s-s-struck by lightning." Damn, now he was
stammering.

The man sitting to the right of Colonel Smith smirked and turned to the
other committee members. "We've heard that one before. The old struck by
lightning and suddenly the guy's super-endowed." He focused his gaze on
Jack again. "How did you come to be outside? Don't you know enough to stay
inside during an electrical storm?"

"I was working at our local Save-Mart, Sir. A storm came up, and the
manager ordered me to gather up the shopping carts in the parking lot. I
was pushing a line of about fifty carts toward the store entrance when I
got struck. Well, actually, the shopping carts got hit, and the charge was
transmitted through the metal to me."

Even to his own ears, Jack sounded weak and stupid. Two members of the
committee made a mark on the evaluation sheets in front of them. "That's
done it," thought Jack. "I'm going to be sent to the Factory."

No one at the Academy knew what happened in the Factory. All that was
certain was that trainees who flunked the oral exams at the end of their
fourth year of the Academy were sent there and no one ever heard of them
again. The rumor was that the Factory had machines that wiped your memory
and deleted your superpowers. The process was said to create one of the
robots they used as training targets at the Academy. The robots were
convincingly close enough to human beings that it was easy to believe they
were former cadets who had washed out of the school.

"Please explain the power that this bolt out of the blue conferred on you."

This was the sticking point. Professor McLeod had warned him that the more
conservative members of the orals committee might find his power repellent.

"I, uh, I . . ."

"Speak up, Mr. Edgemount. What exactly is it that you do?"

"Well, my power works only on men."

"Only on men? So you're saying that you're useless against female
villains?"

All the members of the committee made a note on the evaluation forms.

"Yes, Sir. You have to have a cock for it to work."

"A cock? All of us have cocks, and they all work. What is it that your cock
does that would make it an asset in fighting crime?"

"It's not my cock, Sir. It's what I can do to other men's cocks."

"Come again?"

"I can make them hard and give them an orgasm, Sir."

"And how do you do this? Suck them off?" The lips of the committee members
curled in disgust.

The man on the end, whose nameplate identified him as Major Grossman, shook
his head and said, "I told you this would happen if we started letting
queers and perverts into the Academy."

That remark emboldened Jack. The one thing he wasn't going to tolerate was
homophobia. He was out and proud. He would be polite—that was only
politic considering the power the orals committee exercised over his
future—but he would stand up for himself. He swallowed his anger and
spoke in what he hoped was a reasonable tone of voice. "Perhaps, Sir, if I
could demonstrate my powers, it would be clearer to the committee just how
valuable my skills can be in fighting crime."

***

The highlight of each orals exam at the Academy is the live demonstration
by the cadet of his or her powers. Behind the protective screen, the
committee members watch as the testee tries to subdue a recently captured
supervillain. The villains are selected at random; no testee knows
beforehand what powers the villain wields.

Jack nervously watched the doors leading to the holding cell. He suddenly
understood how a torero must feel as he waits for the bull to appear. He
could only hope that his "villain" was a bull. If he had to face a woman,
he was dead meat.

The door swung open slowly. At first Jack could see only a dark
rectangle. The first person to emerge was a guard holding an electronic
stun gun at the ready. He took up a position to the right of the door. He
was immediately joined by a similarly armed colleague, who stood to the
left of the door. These were the back-up guards. If the testee failed and
the villain went on a rampage, they were there to step in and subdue the
miscreant. Gossip had it that they also stunned the testee to make
transport to the Factory easier.

The next group to enter consisted of two attendants carrying a stretcher
containing the villain, who was held immobile by a stasis unit strapped to
his back. The attendants stood the villain upright in the center of the
arena, and then carefully backed away to the door. One of the attendants
held up a remote control device and pointed it at the stasis unit.

Jack heaved a sigh of relief. He was in luck. His opponent was a
man. Unlike the members of the LAE, villains could still wear sexy
outfits. This one wore black leather boots, chaps, and a jock strap
bristling with silver spikes. His chest was bare but covered with a thick
pelt of black hair, as were his forearms. Black leather straps encircled
his arms just above his huge, vein-studded biceps. His shaved head gleamed
in the harsh overhead lights.

"Gentlemen," Colonel Smith held up a piece of paper and addressed his
colleagues, "Our villain this morning is known as the LeatherBear. He was
singlehandedly responsible for the enslavement of all the men in West
Hollywood. It took an entire LAE battalion to capture him and rescue those
he had enslaved. Unfortunately some of his captives were too far ensnared
in the leatherworld to be cured, and their minds had to be wiped."

Jack felt weak in the knees. The powers of the diabolical LeatherBear were
legendary. Any man who saw his cock immediately fell to his knees and
begged the Bear to enslave him.  The Bear's groin was currently covered by
the leather jockstrap, but Jack knew from experience how quickly a cock
could be unleashed from beneath a jock. Once the stasis lock was removed,
he would have only a fraction of a second to disarm the Bear.

Colonel Smith finished his summary of the villain's heinous history and
signaled to the attendant holding the remote control. "I'll count backwards
from ten to zero. When I say `zero,' release the beast. Mr. Edgemount, are
you ready?"

Jack nodded and then turned to face the Bear. He focused his mind on what
he had to do.

"Ten." Colonel Smith methodically and calmly started the countdown. Jack
could see the Bear preparing to move. His hands hung by his hips held
rigidly in place by the stasis unit, but his eyes revealed that he was
already preparing his first move. It would take him only a second to free
his cock. Jack's gorge rose at the thought of what might happen to him if
he faltered. He forced the image from his mind and concentrated.

"Three.

"Two.

"One.

"Zero."

Jack blasted the Bear with the full force of his mental power. In the same
instant, the Bear reached for his jock strap. Both of his hands were on the
strap when he froze. A great moan escaped his lips, and his eyes rolled
back into his head until only the whites were visible. The pouch of his
jockstrap bulged outward as his cock sprang up to its full ten inches. The
string-like leather waistband of his jock burst from the tension, and his
cock and balls leaped out. Ordinarily the sight would have reduced everyone
who witnessed the unveiling to submit totally to the LeatherBear, but the
malevolent mastermind was no long in control of his genitals. Jack was.

"What's happening? I don't understand what's going on," Jack heard one
member of the orals committee cry out.  He couldn't take the time to
explain. He redoubled his power. The Bear fell backwards onto the floor of
the arena, legs and arms outspread. His cock pointed straight upwards, and
he thrust it repeatedly into the air. A bubble of pre-cum glistened at the
tip. The Bear began screaming, "Stop. Stop. You're torturing me. No, no. Oh
my god. That feels so good. Do that again. Oh, more. More."

Jack was only too happy to oblige. He hit the Bear's cock with the full
force of his power. The Bear's balls churned, and his legs and arms
trembled uncontrollably. His stomach muscles quivered, and his pecs
bounced. His torso arched off the floor as his cock fucked a hot luscious
mouth that existed only in his imagination. His cries morphed into
inarticulate moans of pleasure as his body and mind came under Jack's
control.

Jack saw no reason to prolong the Bear's pleasures. The point of having a
superpower was to use it to subdue a villain quickly. He reached the Bear
just as the villain orgasmed, shooting copious jets of cum all over himself
and the floor of the arena. Jack flipped the switch on the stasis unit,
freezing the Bear in the full rigor of orgasm. He covered the Bear's cock
with the tattered remnants of the jockstrap, sheathing the Bear's weapon
and rendering the Bear impotent.

Jack turned in triumph to the members of his oral committee. From start to
finish, it had taken him only twelve seconds to subdue the LeatherBear. If
that didn't convince Colonel Smith and the others, nothing would. To his
surprise, the members of the committee were less impressed. To a man, they
stood slackjawed, gaping at the sight on the floor of the arena. Jack's
quick victory had rendered them speechless. Unfortunately they did not
remain speechless for long.

"What did you do to that poor man?" Colonel Smith demanded.

"I just . . . that's my power. I can control men's cocks and give them a
mental blowjob. The people I've used my power on say it's the best blowjob
they've ever had. Literally mind-blowing. They're helpless to resist it and
while they're occupied, so to speak, I can immobilize them or other people
can capture them."

"Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting." Major Grossman interrupted. "Is this
what superheroics has come to? Giving someone a blowjob? Come on. This
isn't what we signed up for. This is obscene. We have to put a stop to
this. We have to draw a line and stand on the right side of it. We can't
let perverts like Edgemount out on the streets representing the
League. We'll lose our congressional funding. This isn't how a real man
fights crime. A real man uses his fists. No. We have to put a stop to this
right here, right now. Let's send Edgemount to the Factory, where he
belongs."

The other members of the committee were vigorously nodding their heads in
agreement.

"Well, that's that," thought Jack. "It's the Factory for me." And he hadn't
even demonstrated a fraction of his powers. As long he was destined for the
Factory, he might as well go out in a blaze of glory. It would be a shame
not to give the orals committee members a full demonstration of his
abilities.

Jack turned toward the five men on the committee and focused.

For half a second, the committee members froze. Then each of them groaned
loudly. Each was now experiencing both halves of Jack's superpower. He not
only had the power to give men an incredible, weak-at-the-knees,
can't-think, can't-move, my-cock's-in-control blowjob, but also the mental
muscle to give them wave after wave of anal pleasure, a rim job to end all
rim jobs, a fuck that left them swooning with delight, a pounding whose
every thrust made them beg for more even as it turned them into mindless,
helpless fucktoys.

Nor did Jack neglect the other men in the room. He didn't want to be
interrupted by an overzealous guard or one of the attendants. For good
measure, he even zapped the Bear again. Soon all ten of the other men in
the room were reduced to mindless moans as pleasure radiated outward from
their cocks and butts.

"Smitty, this is better than that time in Vegas," shouted Major
Grossman. "Remember, that weekend we spent there after we put the Butcher
away. I thought your cock felt good in my ass but this is so much better."
Colonel Smith was too caught up in his own pleasures to reply.

Jack's only regret was that he couldn't use his power on himself and join
in on the fun. He didn't have the ability to masturbate himself. He could
only watch and hope that one day he would meet up with someone with the
same power. He let the session continue for half an hour before bringing
everyone to simultaneous cock and anal orgasms.

The committee members were draped drooling over the table when he left the
room. "I'll wait in my dorm room for your decision," he said as he
left. Colonel Smith waved a flaccid hand in acknowledgment.

It would be several hours before Jack learned from Professor McLeod and
Dean Howells that he had been placed on probation. In response to his
questions about what that meant, they could only tell him that the
committee was still deliberating.

***

"With all due respect, Colonel Smith, I think I am the person most
qualified to mentor young Edgemount."  That was about the fiftieth time one
of the committee members had declared his willingness and his
qualifications to supervise Jack's probation. Despite Colonel Smith's
oft-repeated attempts to pull rank, the argument over who would tutor Jack
raged into the early hours of the next day.

"Gentlemen, this has gone on long enough," shouted Smith. "I have made my
decision. I will teach Edgemount how to respect his powers and to use them
wisely. My record speaks for itself. I have the strength of character to
resist what will undoubtedly be an arduous assault on my senses. If
Edgemount is to learn to control his ability to induce orgasms in other
men, he should practice on someone like me. I will not succumb to his wiles
no matter how great he makes me feel. With practice, I will learn to
control my reactions. A few mind-blowing orgasms are a small price to pay
to help this misguided member of our community experiment with finetuning
his powers."

If Colonel Smith hoped that would stop the debate, he was disappointed. Two
hours later the ambulances were called to haul the five committee members
to the hospital to treat the bruises, sprained muscles, black eyes, and
broken jaws that were the result of the fight that erupted. Jack
had—alas— unleashed desires that even superheroes find hard to
control.