Summer X046

Chapter 4

“Oh, fuck yes, Ellen! Keep doing that! Faster! Faster!”

Kenneth was in blissful heavens as he made love to his beautiful wife in their dream house.

With a mountain of never-ending hero work, not to mention the recent kidnappings of young hunks, Kenneth (aka Signal) hardly had any private time with his wife. But now that they both had a rare window of free time, they were going hard at it, exploring all their pent-up desires.

“Oh yes! Kenny! Yes! I love your cock! I love your hot, sweaty body! I love you, my nerdy boy!” moaned Ellen as she kissed her husband passionately while massaging the muscled pecs and riding the telepathic superhero’s thick cock.

“Ugh… Honey! I told you not to call me that! It feels like you are mocking me! Ahh…,” the brown-haired hunk threw his head back in pure ecstasy, failing to make his stand. His wife’s moist and tight pussy squeezed the base of his cock, massaging the powerful rod as it went.

So warm! So comfortable! So good!

Kenneth was seeing a rainbow of colors as his wife rode him with passion.

“Oh, Baby. Even if you’re a nerd, you are the sexiest nerd in the world. The most handsome and muscular one,” she moaned as she stroked her husband’s cheeks. “My handsome geeky hero!”

Kenneth moaned as his wife propped both hands onto his muscular pecs, squeezing the meaty mounds and pinching his man-tits as she rode his cock.

“Ah, oh yes! Ah, Baby! Keep doing that. Pinch my nipples! You know how much I like that!” Kenneth’s eyes rolled up into their sockets as pure ecstasy wracked the Telepath’s mind and body.

“Yes, faster, baby. Faster, Kenny! I’m so close. Ahh!” Ellen was almost at her edge. No one could please her as much as her hunky, nerdy husband. She pushed her large breasts forward into the superhero. Its soft mound tempted the horny hero beneath to suck on them like a baby.

Glancing down at her sexy muscled man in thick glasses, she said, “Such beautiful brown eyes. Especially those specs of yours! Ohhh… God! I can’t take it anymore! I’m cumming!”

“FUCK! Oh yes, baby! Cum now! I’m cumming too!” Kenneth arched his back up as he couldn’t hold in the intense pressure in his balls. His hands grabbed onto his wife’s bosoms, and he kneaded them just like how she was doing it to him.

“AHHH! GOD! FUCK!”

In that blissful instant, both husband and wife shared an explosive moment of pleasure and unity as they cummed onto each other. Once the blinding joy slowly faded, Ellen rested on her husband’s muscular chest, which was covered in a sheen of perspiration.

As the couple finally recovered from their orgasms, Kenneth looked at his beautiful wife. Ellen glanced back and giggled, “Second round, baby?”

Just as Kenneth was about to get all hard again, a loud buzz interrupted them. The couple turned to a lit-up communicator on the nightstand.

“Ughh…” Ellen groaned as she rolled over. Her husband got out of bed. His erection quickly became flaccid as he read the message on the communicator.

Kenneth looked back at his wife, “Sorry, Ellen. I got to – ”

“I know, I know. Duties call,” Ellen said as she lay in bed. “Just five more minutes of cuddling before you go?”  

“Erm,” Kenneth hesitated. “You know…”

“Augh… Fine, just go already!” Ellen said aloud before grabbing the sheets and heading to the bathroom.

Kenneth quickly grabbed his clothes off the floor. “Sorry, Honey! I’ll make it up to you. I promise!”

The petit woman turned to watch her man put on his clothes over his ripped physique. She uttered sadly, “It will be another week before we have this again, Kenneth.”

Her husband stared back with puppy eyes from behind his thick black glasses. Unable to maintain her anger at the handsome stud, Ellen stifled back a smile.  

After all, her husband was undeniably hot. A very attractive nerd, indeed.

She noticed how tightly the tight back polo tee hugged his chiseled pecs, pointy nipples, and ripped abs. Smoothly concealing his rounded bubble butt was a pair of denim jeans. Coupled with a set of thick glasses, Kenneth habitually picked up a pen to rest behind his right ear, an unconscious trademark of his nerdiness. That was his Signal’s look when he was on Mission Control duties.

“Fine! You owe me dinner, then. Home-cooked by you,” Ellen frowned while leaning against the frame of the bathroom.

Signal replied with a chuckle, “Ah, yes. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Yes. I missed your cooking so much, Kenny. You know that’s one of the many reasons why I married you. To be a wife who doesn’t have to cook for her capable husband.”

“Thankfully, that’s not the only reason why you married me,” Kenneth flashed his geeky smile.

The couple had been best friends since high school. She fell in love with the young boy at first sight in their home economics class. She never expected a nerdy and scrawny boy like young Kenneth was such a fine cook. After learning his impeccable cooking skills resulted from his telepathic abilities to communicate with ingredients, she became even more intrigued and impressed.

Seeing the young skinny boy grow up into a handsome and hot stud of a man, Ellen knew that she was the luckiest girl in the world. Great food, fantastic sex, hot superhero husband. What more can she ask for?

“Well, I’m leaving, Honey. Gumbo, come here.” Kenneth opened the door, and a giant black and white Siberian husky entered the room.

Gumbo looked into its Master’s eyes in silence as Kenneth pressed his forehead over his dog. Then the large dog jumped to the bed and wagged its tail at Ellen.

“What did you say to him, Kenny?” The woman frowned as she moved over to hug Gumbo, running her hands through its warm fur.

“Don’t let Ellen get cold. She has a bad habit of sleeping naked,” Kenneth grinned while adjusting his thick glasses.

“Kenneth! I never did that!” Ellen said aloud, half laughing.

“Oh yeah, you do! It’s because I always dress you up after you’re asleep,” the superhero giggled. “All right. Honey, sleep early!”

Turning to his dog, Kenneth said, “Gumbo, take care of her. You won’t get food if there’s trouble.”

Gumbo let out a soft bark like a salute before licking Ellen in the face.

With that, Signal left the room, closing the door behind him.

Ellen smiled. Sweet Kenneth was always worried about her. It wasn’t easy for a superhero to maintain a relationship. It was understandable. Often, a villain kidnaps and uses a family member or a close friend to threaten the heroes.

“Dear God, please always take care of Kenneth.”

As the moon rose higher into the night, the beautiful wife slowly dozed off beside their warm furry husky.

Chapter 5

“That is disgusting,” Signal said, watching the screen in the control room. Dressed in a black polo tee and jeans, the Mission Control team leader was stunned. Beside him were the two superheroes – Wits and Phantom.

On the display was a video depicting a lewd crime scene.

Wits sat with his eyes locked onto the video while Phantom was standing beside him. They were the Top Five Cindra Alliance heroes; both were powerful in their fields. Also, Wits and Phantom started dating openly after their incident with The Imp one year ago.

Wits was in his hero costume – a white business shirt paired with a navy-blue vest and a black domino mask. His tight muscular body pushed out against his clothes as he shifted in his seat.

Phantom, too, was in his hero costume – a grey-white hooded suit that wrapped nicely around his ripped and beefy physique. The brunette hero had his hood down on his broad, round shoulders, showing off his boyish good looks and sexy light stubble.

All three heroes were fixated on the video showing a muscular man completely naked and lying on a steel bed. His limbs stretched and bounded at every side by iron handcuffs. His skin was completely wet from a copious amount of sweat and hot liquid continuously dripping from above.

High above him were hundreds of tiny candles hanging slanted, slowly dripping the agonizing hot liquid onto the poor captive’s smooth caramel skin. Every time the melted wax touched his skin, the stud squirmed hard. A gag in his mouth muffled his loud pained screams.

Unable to get away from the dripping wax, the dark-blonde man mumbled against his gag. Perspiration soaked through his hair and covered his tanned pecs in a glistening sheen.

“That’s too much! What kind of evil people would do this?” exclaimed Wits as he pulled away from his armrest.

Phantom walked up to the screen while shaking his head. His hunky body trembled slightly at the video.

“I have seen this guy’s file before,” said Signal. “Ryan McLabor, a victim from the recent kidnapping case. I don’t expect we would have such a cruel and psychopathic villain to deal with.”

Wits stepped up and grabbed Phantom by his broad shoulders. He could tell his boyfriend was getting a flashback from the past with The Imp.

“It’s all right, Babe,” said Wits with concern in his eyes. “You can sit this one out if you like.”

“No… I can’t let more people go through this kind of thing. The thing with The Imp. And that incident with The Unbreakables. This has to stop.”

Wits leaned in and hugged his boyfriend. His hands massaged his boyfriend’s broad and round biceps as he tried to give comfort. But he could not stop Phantom once he set his mind on something.

Signal swallowed hard at the loving sight without uttering a word.

On the other hand, Phantom realized that his partner was giving him a tight embrace in public and quickly flustered up. His face turned red as he pushed off Wits’ arms. He quickly hushed his boyfriend, “Hey, not now. Not in front of Signal.”

“What do you mean?” asked Wits, annoyed by Phantom’s sudden action. “Why do we need to hide?”

“Because…,” Phantom sighed before continuing into a whisper. “We can have some private time tonight. Not now.”

Overhearing the whole conversation, Signal laughed, “Don’t worry, you two. But we have more important things to focus on now.”

He’s actually happy that both his teammates get along well. Sometimes, couples don’t work well with each other.

Wits nodded while adjusting his mask. He didn’t think he would feel this relaxed during missions, but there was no denying he felt very comfortable here with his boyfriend by his side.

The three superheroes turned their focus back to the video.

On-screen, Ryan squirmed in pain under the tormenting melted wax when two figures appeared from the shadows. White masks with smiling devil face covered their faces completely.

The first one wore an unbuttoned white shirt and a pair of slacks. He had unblemished porcelain-white skin and a body full of tight muscles. His lean body and deep cleavage could be seen under the loose unbuttoned shirt. He moved behind Ryan and caressed his cheeks slowly.

The other figure had silver-white hair and was shirtless, showing a ripped, tanned body and jutted pecs with large dark nipples. He had a bigger body than the first man, towering over him and the victim on the bed. Sinisterly, he positioned himself between Ryan’s crotch and started unzipping his leather pants.

“No. No… Don’t you dare do that!” Signal growled. But he knew that the helpless young man was at the mercy of these two perverted captors, and they could not do anything.

Without hesitation, the second man slid down his underwear until it was around his ankles as he knelt between the bound stud.

With both hands, he lifted Ryan’s legs into the air and pushed his hard 8-inch cock into the tight pucker. Ryan cried out loudly as his hole was impaled. He couldn’t help but moan in electrifying pleasure while being filled up by the hot male meat.

Then, the masked villain pumped in and out of him furiously, causing sparks to fly inside Ryan’s brain. Without an ounce of emotion, the perpetrator fucked his hole vigorously.

The erotic scene was an instant turn-off for Signal. He was straight, and such a scene was way too much for him.

“Ughh,” Ryan moaned as he arched his back upward from the steel bed. His voice echoed throughout the room. As he desperately endured the sudden penetration, he felt like his asshole might rip apart. But there was no time to relax as his rapist started pumping harder.

His prostate throbbed hard from the impact of the long cock, sending rippling waves through his whole body. It felt so good that every nerve in his body came alive at once. Every movement sent electric jolts all over his body, mixed with the painful sensations of the hot melting wax.

Phantom let go of Wits’ arm and moved toward the screen with a shocked look. What the hell are these perverts doing? Screw with their victims?

“Oh, shit,” said Phantom when he saw Ryan’s bruised ball swell up.

Wits frowned in disgust, “Jesus, why are there so many sadistic villains? Signal, can you trace the location from the video?”

“It’s a recorded video. The computer is still tracing the perpetrator’s IP used to send us this video, but it’ll take time. When we almost caught them, the IP kept changing its location to another country. We are getting IPs from all over the world.”

Signal sighed. He could only imagine how many dozens of men were kidnapped and experiencing the same torment as Ryan. There was no doubt that these masked maniacs would enjoy their work thoroughly while they had fun raping their victims until they passed out or even died.

As the video continued playing, Ryan started to moan incessantly. His cock flopped up and down against his abs as the poundings by the tanned mask man were getting rougher. Both seemed close to their release.

On the other end, the porcelain-white man was rubbing Ryan’s wax-covered pecs sensuously, making the stud on the table squirm and melt under the skillful massage. As the man pulled Ryan’s gag off, a loud moan echoed through the room.

“Hahhh… So good. Ugh… More, more…!” Ryan pleaded while gasping for air.

“My beautiful slave, so handsome, so sexy.” The pale man whispered in a seductive voice. His fingers rubbed the ample pecs and pinched the swollen, jutted nipples.

“Ohh… Master… Master… My Master. Thank you. Please more… Ugnhh… More, I beg you!” Ryan’s eyes bulged out like a man being possessed.

The pale masked guy released his nipples and bought out two titanium clips before saying, “Yes, slave, these are for you.”

Ryan cried out agonized as he felt nipple clamps pinched onto his man-tits. He struggled to stay still while feeling himself getting closer to orgasm.

He couldn’t stop the pleasurable tingling sensation from spreading throughout his body. He tried to think of something else to relieve his tension, but all of it failed as his mind was completely blank from the relentless pounding between his legs. The bonds on his limbs stayed strong, ensuring he couldn’t escape.

For the next few minutes, the three superheroes stared speechlessly in horror at the scene on their screen as the two masked figures continued to molest and rape the young man’s body like no tomorrow.

“Please! More! More, Masters! Fuckk!”

The young man was almost at his limits. His dick was so rock-hard that it was ready to burst.

“I’m gonna! I’m going to!! Ugh!”

The tanned masked man suddenly stopped fucking and fastened a cock ring around the base of Ryan’s dick, tightly squeezing his shaft. Not done with his devices, he pulled out a small titanium rod as thick as a toothpick and forcibly pushed it into the tiny cock slit, deep into the bound stud’s urethra, halting his ejaculation.

“Nooo,” groaned Ryan as his back arched up from the steel bed. The hard metal object in him pushed against sensitive spots inside his body, causing unbearable pleasure to explode within him like never before. But he could not get his release!

“Ohhh… Masters, Masters! Why are you doing this to me? Arghhh….!” Ryan cried as he felt an unimaginable buildup in his crotch. It’s like his balls and cock would explode at any time. His eyes showed white as he moaned non-stop in the video.

“I can’t take it anymore,” Signal took a step back and left the mission control room in anger and disgust.

Wits gulped at the scene and turned to Phantom, “Don’t get any ideas, Jack. The cock ring you had me try on is already bad enough.”

“Of course not, Babe. Well, unless you ask for it,” Phantom replied, but his brown eyes were fixed on the sadistic scene displayed. The boyish-looking hunk frowned worriedly, thinking about what would happen next to the poor man.

“Master… Oh please, Masters… Please stop! I beg you! Please!”

Ryan almost passed out from all the treatments he experienced. The masked tanned man kept pounding his prostate like no tomorrow while the pale man rubbed his pecs and twisted the nipple clips continuously.

“Do you want me to stop, my slave?” The porcelain-white muscled man whispered in his deep sultry voice to Ryan’s ear.”

“Yes, master, please…!” Ryan almost lost consciousness as he felt hands cupping against his temples.

The pale man had positioned himself above Ryan’s face and removed his mask. In that position, the criminal’s face was frustratingly just out of sight in the camera. Instantly, the expression on Ryan’s face changed as he started to babble out in a terrible cry. Cries of a man being tortured in hell.

“W-what’s happening to him? Did you see anything, Wits?” Phantom uttered with shock as he approached to look closely at the screen.

“Seems like the villain’s power. He took out his mask and grabbed that man’s head. His face? Something that causes that poor man to hallucinate or something,” Wits said as he shook his head in frustration.

As the shirted man donned his mask again, he approached the camera. In the background, the bound stud kept screaming and howling as the tanned accomplice raped his ass.

“Hello, Signal and Wits. I know you are there. This is my message for you two heroes. If you don’t wish for more men in the city to fall in my hands, come to the Rainbow Joint tonight. Perhaps, you will be able to rescue this handsome stud here,” laughed the masked villain.

At that exact moment, Signal returned to the room and heard his name from the video. “What did he say? Are they baiting us, Wits?”

“We are done with this little show for now. Release our slave,” the pale man ordered his accomplice.

“Of course!” The other masked hunk said in a strange high-pitch voice. He released the cock ring and took hold of the sounding rod, pulling it out from Ryan’s slit.

Almost immediately, Ryan’s cock spurted out a copious amount of semen into the air. Like a cum fountain, the slimy white liquid splattered all over his handsome face, pinched nipples, and tight abs. It was all too much for him. The young hunk was cumming with an open mouth and glassed eyes.

As soon as his dick spurted out its first load, the poor stud had already passed out from the torture.

“Thank you for watching. Sexy heroes of Cindra Alliance.”

*Zip*

The screen turned black before the poor boy finished his endless ejaculations.

Chapter 6

The three Cindra superheroes stood there flabbergasted, confused, and frustrated at how helpless they were. But they couldn’t do anything more, as it was a video recording.

“I haven’t been in the field for so long. But this time, I can’t ignore this,” Signal said with a fuming rage that he had not felt in ages. From under his desk pedestal, he pulled out his dark-grey costume. He took off his black polo shirt to reveal his well-built torso. He also removed his thick glasses. As he slipped the hooded vest over his shoulders and across his beefy pecs, he turned to Wits and Phantom, “Are you coming too?”

“It seems like a trap, Signal,” Phantom uttered worriedly. He was surprised to see Signal change into his costume in front of him. He didn’t realize how ripped the nerdy Mission Control Leader was until now.

Wits turned to his boyfriend, “It’s definitely a trap, Phantom. But hey, it’s our job.”

As Signal wore his visor, he looked at Phantom, “Yes, you should stay here as our reinforcement. There are not many heroes at the Alliance now. Monitor the situation here and get help if we run into any trouble. Plus, if you turn up too, it might spook off our villain.”

“But…!” Phantom protested, “I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“I’m not alone, Phantom,” Wits said. “Signal will look out for me.”

“Augh. Right,” Phantom resigned as he agreed that this was the better strategy. “Please be careful. I don’t want any more comrades having to suffer like Velocity or The Unbreakables.”

Wits smiled his handsome smile, “It’s okay, Babe. We have encountered villains like this before. Their lust is their downfall. Trust me. This case will be resolved without any causality.”

With that, Wits hugged his boyfriend and gave him a little kiss.

“Are you ready, Signal? It’s time to go.”

The nerdy stud nodded as he slipped on his half-finger gloves. “All set.”

The two telepaths left the Mission Control room, leaving their comrade behind, worried.

Chapter 7

Rainbow Joint.

This nightlife establishment was a gay strip joint. Tonight, it was packed to the brim. Many of its diverse patrons were of different races, sizes, and orientations — a club celebrating the rich diversity of the Cindra Metropolitan.

Loud music was blasting over the club as the dance floor was flooded with people.

Signal and Wits sat at the corner, sipping on some water and table snacks while they kept an eye on the crowd mentally.

“Nothing seems out of the norm,” Signal spoke to Wits telepathically over the crowd noise. “Found anything?”

Wits frowned while focusing on his telepathic abilities, “Not yet. There are just too many people and noise. This loud music. It’s taking too much energy to do this. We should reserve our powers for any encounters later.”

“You’re right. Let’s go for a walk around this place.”

The two superheroes walked along the edge of the crowded dance floor, looking for any sign of suspicious behavior or criminals trying to lure victims in. They saw many hot strippers flaunting their bodies, hoping to seduce customers into buying them drinks or going home with them.

Two guys passed through them, and one smiled at Wits, who flashed back a smile.

Signal rolled his eyes, “Focus, Wits. Or I’ll tell Phantom.”

Wits chuckled as they stopped by the bar.

“Evening, Mr. Signal and Mr. Wits. Can I get you something?” asked the handsome bartender in a black shirt. It was no surprise as the two telepaths were easily recognizable in their heroic costumes.

“Yes. Just water, please,” Signal said, handing over his glass.

“No drinks?” The bartender asked with a raised brow. His shoulder-length hair was neatly combed back. The shirt wrapped nicely around his slim muscular body.

Signal raised his hand to politely declined, “Sorry, not tonight, unfortunately.”

The bartender chuckled, “I was just wondering why two famous Cindra heroes come to such a place. A mission, perhaps? Or you’re here to see Lee?

“Lee?” Signal asked before taking a sip of his water.

The man nodded as he continued washing glasses in front of him, “Yes, he’s a famous strip dancer around here. He’s on tonight. All these people are here to see him. I bet even if you’re straight, you will be completely entranced by his performance.”

“Nah, I’m not interested in guys. So, I highly doubt that.” Signal said, shaking his head.

Wits smiled, “But I am.”

“Wits!”

“What? I’m only looking. It’s not like I’m going anything unfaithful or what.”

Signal signed at the Top Five, “Can you focus? We are here for something.”

A deep sexy voice spoke from behind them. “So, I heard someone is interested.”

Wits and Signal turned around and saw a handsome stripper. He was wearing tight-fitting leather pants over his toned legs. On top was a sexy black harness that showed off his taut, muscular torso. His bulging biceps looked terrific as he flexed them a few times before his hands rested comfortably against his hips.

“Forget about Lee. I bet you will enjoy my company more. The name’s Max.”

The stripper placed his hands on Wits’ shoulders as he leaned closer to the Telepath.

“You should see how I dance here… and in the bedroom,” He emphasized his last words as he whispered into Wits’ ears. His roaming hands started to explore Wits’ blue vest, rubbing the muscular pecs underneath.

Wits smirked, “Wow, what a straight shooter you are.”

“Nothing about me is straight,” said the stripper as he bit his lower lips seductively.

Signal quickly stepped in. “Sorry. Max, right? We got something to do here. Plus, this dude is already taken.”

“Ahh… sure, Mr. Goody Hero. This is how we do things in Rainbow Joint,” snapped Max as he moved away before winking at Wits again. “Enjoy your night then.”

“I’ll tell Phantom,” Signal said, slightly annoyed by Wits’ reactions tonight.

Wits raised his hands defensively, “Oh, Come on! Nothing happened! Just because I’m getting all the attention? But…”

Then, Wits’ expression became serious. Signal could sense a telepathic message coming in from him. Looks like Wits was not just having fun.

“Something’s up. I could not read Max’s mind. There were many strong mental walls and like a labyrinth in there.”

“It seems we are close then?”

“The villain? Probably. Max could be his comrade or henchman. At least now we know something’s up in here. I’ll trail him and continue to see if I can break down those walls to get more information. You stay here and look out for any suspicious activities.”

“All right.”

Signal nodded as he watched Wits leave to follow Max. He would need some time to focus his powers to take down the artificial mental walls in that stripper. After all, telepathic abilities don’t fare well in loud environments, and they were in a strip joint.

Signal continued sipping his water when suddenly the lights went out.

A loud voice echoed across the club, “Everybody! Welcome to another fantastic night of hot and smoky sensations! We know who you all have been waiting for, and we are excited to present him! Our star and club’s pride – Lee!

Abruptly, a dazzle of colorful disco lights lit up the grand stage in the middle of the club. The crowd went crazy when a slim and muscular figure took to the stage. He wore a domino mask with flower engraving. His upper body was shirtless, showing his perfectly sculpted body. His skin was flawless and pale, with tattoos around his neck and half of his broad pecs.

Black leather harness wrapped around his shoulder and chest. His pecs were bulging prominently as the harness jutted them sexily out. At the tip of his hard pink nipples were two silver nipple rings dangling and swinging, almost as though teasing everyone to pinch them. Above his black boots and leather pants were a set of mountainous abs with distinctively deep valleys, completing the look of the perfect stripper.

As the upbeat music started to blast across the room, filling it with a burning passion, the famous stripper started to dance. His muscular body was so fluid as it moved to the beat of the music.

People swarmed to surround the stage. Signal tried to avoid focusing on the dancer as he needed to look for signs of the unknown villain.

But something was so appealing about Lee that it drew Signal’s attention. His hot figure and pale skin reminded Signal of the villain with the porcelain-white skin. But it couldn’t be. Lee had slightly duller skin, and it was decorated with tattoos, unlike the villain.

For the next few minutes, Lee danced seductively on the stage. Along with the sensual beats, he pinched his pierced nipples and caressed his muscular pecs, abs, and neck, running his hand all over his exposed skin in a hot and sexy fashion. His eyes stared intensely at the screaming crowd, taking in his refined sexiness and masculinity.

As Lee teased them repeatedly by unbuttoning his leather pants, the crowd started throwing money onto the stage. The lucky few even tuck the money into his harness and pants.

Finally, the lights slowed down, and the music turned down a notch into a slower beat and sultrier nuance. As he walked toward the audience, the famous stripper was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Signal continued scanning the crowd for suspicious activity when he noticed the dancer approaching his seat. The superhero was surprised as he looked at the half-naked hot stud before him.

The stripper stared at Signal with intense eyes, locked onto each other for a few seconds. It was like the world went silent for a moment while the crowd around them screamed and got excited with the attention this dancer gave to Signal.

“Fuck! Is that Signal?”

“Damn, that hero is hot! Why didn’t we notice him just now?”

“Look at how he’s staring back at Lee! Shit! Is Signal…?”

Starting to feel something was off, Signal broke eye contact and turned away. But that’s when Lee grabbed the Telepath’s head with his hands. He blew a thick smoke of light purple smoke into his face.

To the others, it seemed like Lee was seducing Signal with a puff of vape and an intense gaze. But Signal gasped in surprise as he inhaled the vampiric gas.

“W-what?” the Telepath uttered as his mind quickly started to fog. His brain went numb by the second. This was dangerous! Something was wrong! Wits!

However, before Signal could use his telepathic powers to contact Wits, Lee abruptly dove in for a kiss. His mouth completely sucked in the hero’s while his hands pressed against Signal’s temples.

People started screaming with excitement. Some even got high from the scene of a stripper kissing a well-known straight superhero from Cindra Alliance.

Signal squirmed hard, trying to break free from the dancer’s oddly firm grip. But it was not long when Lee stared into his eyes, flashing a look of intimidation and dominance.

Were his eyes always this red?

Before Signal could comprehend the situation, numbing sensations suddenly poured down his mind from the man’s hands. It’s like his brain was being washed by warm wine and honey. Intense pleasure and delicate mental sensations entered the Telepath’s nerves.

Don’t fight this, handsome. Just enjoy the moment. Tonight, I’ll bring you to heaven.

Signal started to become limp. The stripper’s lips continue to interlock with his seductively. Their tongue wrapped and teased each other as they traded saliva. Signal’s vision started to blur as he began to enjoy the warm kiss. His brain was slowly rewired to enjoy this, pushing out momentarily his identity as a straight married man with a wife waiting back home for his return.

But before Signal sunk further into his first experience of kissing a man, Lee broke off their kiss and grabbed onto Signal’s hands.

“Come with me, handsome hero. I have something special for you,” Lee said as he stared intensely into Signal’s eyes. Somehow, the hero felt a solid sense to comply and obey. Signal felt his brain numb and empty as he followed the dancer through the crowd.

He could hear some voice in his head.

“Stop! Don’t follow him! Stop, Signal! Where are you going?”

Was it Wits? Calling for him to stop?

Maybe he should, but what about Lee? What about this sexy stripper that just kissed him?

His friend’s voice in his head was faint as the loud music reverberated inside his numb mind.

“Shit! Signal! Wait! I can’t get through this crowd! I think I saw Pitch just now!”

Before his friend could get to him through the sea of partygoers, Signal held the stripper’s hand tightly as they exited the main club area into backstage, leaving the other telepath in bewilderment.