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Mark soared through the sky like a jet, leaving a trail of scattered cloud in his wake. So far no one really needed his particular set of skills. There was no massive danger that he could help fix that other heroes weren’t already over. He decided to take this time of leisure to do absolutely nothing, just flying where the wind took him. Or in this case, wherever he shot off to.
If he just pushed a little harder… He smiled big and bright as he felt the familiar ripple of the sound barrier breaking around him. He loved feeling the wind run over him, his hair whipping back from sheer force. It felt even better when he hit certain speeds. There was nothing quite like Mach 5. It was intense. It was thrilling.
The fact that his goggles could withstand all that pressure without popping off was a testament to how well-crafted Art made his suit. Out in the distance, between the sound of the air whistling past his ears, Mark heard a cry for help. He came to a sudden stop and quickly changed direction, taking off for whatever city this person was calling from.
He frowned. Something felt off as he flew, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it. The air seemed a bit… colder. He surmised that it was probably because he was flying into a mountainous area. He waited to hear that cry for help again. It came from below him, echoing slightly off the rocks. Invincible arrived on the scene, floating down from the heavens to rescue the poor hiker who had lost their way and fallen into a gully.
“Hey, hey. No need to panic. I got you!” Invincible said with a reassuring smile. He couldn’t help but smirk. It was always nice when the civilian ended up starstruck and too stunned to say anything.
The hiker gaped at him like a fish as he approached. He cleared his throat. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to figure out what to say to the hero.
“I’m just a normal guy underneath all this. Seriously. No need to be nervous!”
“Oh y-yeah. I can definitely see that,” the hiker said, finally finding his voice. “Who are you? Sorry, it’s just usually you heroes have a costume or a logo I could identify, not…”
Invincible’s brows furrowed, not understanding what the guy was saying. “Uh, buddy I know my costume isn’t exactly the most obvious but I’m Invincible? The yellow ‘I’ isn’t a give away?” He gestured down at his body and stopped short. The familiar yellow, black, and blue was not the sight that greeted him.
Instead, it was his sweat sheened body. Plump pecs glistening in the sun, cut abs prominently displayed, and his Viltrumite-blessed cock hanging freely in the wind. A quick pat down of his hands all over himself, and apparently the only thing Mark was left wearing was his boots and his cowl. In his speeding through the sky, his costume had just up and left him, ripping right off his toned fit body and leaving it all out in the open.
“What the hell?!” His knees buckled, pressing together. He was just about to zip off when the hiker stopped him.
“Hey! Aren’t you going to save me?”
Invincible was feeling anything but at the moment. He needed both hands to safely pry the man’s leg away from the heavy rock that trapped it. And he couldn’t very well just leave him there with a broken leg. Acting like the hero he was, he picked up the hiker in his arms. This was going to suck.
Now that he was aware that he was naked, he could feel the wind caressing his form all the more intimately. He flushed terribly, thankful that his mask covered his blush. At least this rescue was in the middle of a forest with no one around to see him in this state of undress. After the whole terrible public debacle with his dad, Invincible couldn’t afford any bad press.
“Hey!” He warned, feeling the hiker’s hand drift a little too south on his chest. The man’s thumb not-so-casually toyed with the nipple his hand had reached out for. “Hands to yourself.”
Did he listen? Of course not. When Invincible brought him back to the small town nearby, his dick was rock hard and shiny with pre. Damn his alien genetics. He dumped the hiker right in front of their urgent care and bolted off, hoping that no one got a good look at his naked body. Someone did of course, but thankfully the photo was just blurry enough that there was plausible deniability that that was him.
The first thing he did was zoom back to Art’s to get a new suit made. The tailor wasn’t expecting a fully naked Invincible to come barging through his doorway, let alone with a boner slapping violently against his thighs, but it also wasn’t the strangest thing he’d seen in his career.
“How fast did you say you were going again?” Art asked, barely suppressing a chuckle. He held back his widening grin as his tape measure “accidentally” brushed against Mark’s perky butt cheek.
“I don’t know, somewhere around Mach 5? Ack!” Mark yelped when the tape measure tapped against his inner thigh, dangerously close to his ballsack. His jerky motions caused his large erection to sway. Reluctantly, he spread his legs a bit further so that Art could get his proper measurements.
His face was extremely hot, standing naked in the chilly design lab. Art refused to let him dress in modesty shorts since he didn’t want Mark’s precum smeared all over. He would’ve just taken care of his boner but the tailor had said that getting a fitting with it present would mean he’d know how to contain it in the suit’s upgrade. One never knew when you’d pop a stiffie on mission, and with those Viltrumite genes of his…. Better safe than sorry.
The fitting seemed to drag on forever. It was a wonder and a testament that Mark had remained hard through it all. He felt nothing but pure relief when Art produced his suit, finally allowing him to dress after spending the last two hours totally naked. He hated to admit it, but this new suit did help mitigate the obviousness of his arousal. Despite his ample size, the bulge was almost as non-existent as it usually was in its flaccid state.
“Thanks Art! You’re the best,” he said, bolting out of the tailor’s shop so that he could finally take care of his not-so-little problem.
***
Mark had nearly forgotten all about that little incident. Or rather, he had repressed the memory since of all the embarrassing things he’d done so far in his young hero career, getting stripped of his costume was probably the worst of the bunch.
Invincible was dealing with a gang of bank robbers. Their lasers stung as they laid down their line of fire, but it wasn’t too bad. It felt more like an occasional singe of heat, but not nearly enough to cause him any damage. Some shots burned hot enough to rip through his suit in select places. This was all pretty usual.
One of the bigger guys with an equally sized gun fired a charged blast. Mark flew in at the last second, throwing his arms up to shield himself and the hostages from the scorching laser. His boots squeaked against the tile, slowly getting pushed back inch by inch.
“It’s summer, did we really need to turn up the heat?” He cracked a weak joke, gritting his teeth while he tried not to get pushed back further. He dropped lower into a squat to ground himself, taking a step forward so that he was in a lunge.
The bad guy cranked up the intensity of his blast. Invincible was getting pushed back further and further. Every single muscle of his was tensing. All of his weight was in his legs, making them strain and shake ever so slightly. He was nearly a foot away from the hostages at this point, his plump bubble butt practically eye level with the wide eyed security guard.
Invincible locked in. He dug his heels in to secure his footing and let out a primal scream that rattled the building. He leaned forward and took a slow, steady step forward. All this proved too much pressure for his suit unfortunately. The security guard and the rest of the hostages were greeted to the sight of Invincible’s suit splitting cleanly down the back.
It started right at his ass. The two full cheeks, straining the already tight fabric, popped the invisible seam. His pale bubble butt was revealed in its full glory. From this position and how his legs were spread in the lunge, the civilians were also greeted to the sight of his hairless hole. The cloth continued to rip, exposing his flexing back muscles until it reached his cowl.
All his might did pay off in the battle, however. He forced the blast back at the robber, sending him flying. Invincible made quick work of the others, knocking their guns out of their hands or crushing the weapons entirely. So focused on the task at hand, he was blissfully unaware of the fact that his ass was hanging out the entire time.
When he zoom right, his ass swung left. Round and it round he went all across the bank, beating down the bad guys and putting on an unwitting show. The hostages’ eyes were locked on that plump derriere of his. It had an almost hypnotizing effect on them all as it bounced to and fro with his jerky movements.
Invincible laughed as he knocked a few thugs into each other. Their weapons went flying. He stretched his arms forward and upward, subtly flexing his muscles for his audience. “Well, that was easy. Now for the grand final— Why are you all staring at me?”
With his hands on his hips, he floated forwards. All this did for him was put him directly in the middle of the civilians. He spun around, trying to make eye contact with the lot of them and appease what he thought was fear or concern. “Look I’m sure you all saw that incident. But I swear, I’m not anything like him! I’m a good guy!”
He spun around with a flair. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the barest glimpse of his reflection in the metal base of the support column. His sight must have been playing tricks on him. There was no way that…
… His stomach dropped. Indeed, it had happened again. And this time with an audience. Mark was used to baring his torso or having a few tantalizing glimpses of his shapely thighs on display due to battle damage. He was most certainly not accustomed to having his bare ass hanging out with the rest of his back.
“Damn it!” His gloved hands shot to his behind, making a feeble attempt to cover his butt – a valiant effort that amounted to nothing considering how ample it was. If anything his erratic movements only seemed to highlight its bounceable nature and jiggle to it. “It’s probably too late to say No Pictures, right?”
The group just nodded. A few of them bashfully put away their phones having been caught. “Alright I mean it’s no major harm done, if we could just keep this between ourselves I wouldn’t even mind if we agreed to – Ack!”
Whatever deal Invincible was trying to strike was cut short. He was too busy trying to bashfully bumble his way through the situation that he didn’t even notice that one of the robbers had come to and quietly found a nearby gun. It wasn’t a laser that hit the hero, but rather a cord of energy that had wrapped around his wrists. He had given up trying to shield his bubble from view.
Now tied together, his hands were yanked under his groin. The beam shot out and anchored itself into a nearby wall, effectively keeping Invincible bound and bent over. No amount of strength could break the construct binding his hands and no amount of struggling could get him out of such a compromising position.
It was one thing to have his ass exposed. It was another to have his ass exposed, bent over and spread so they could get a tiny glimpse of his balls from the back end. He groaned as his “No Picture” rule went straight out the door right along with his dignity. Within minutes he knew that not only his butt, but his tight and hairless hole would be all over the Internet.
The robber got up and made his way towards the exposed hero. Invincible practically jumped out of his skin when he felt his hand start to rub circles on his cheek. “Oh come on! I know, I know I have a nice ass, but we really don’t need to resort to– OW!”
The crowd murmured as the guy’s hand came swinging down with a loud thwacking noise. The cheek jiggled obscenely. His legs were the only free limbs he had access to. He tried to kick the guy away before he spanked his ass again. His leg lifted just as the hand came down once more.
In sync, the resounding sound of the hard slap on his cheek joined the loud and drawn out noise of his suit ripping. Invincible had stretched the fabric a bit too taut with his maneuver in trying to prevent the spanking. Instead, his cheek jiggled once more, ricocheting from the sheer force of the man and the suit tore at the crotch. It ripped cleanly, letting his heavy balls and meaty dick flop out.
It wasn’t over there, though. Much like how the size of his bubbly butt produced enough strain to rip the suit all the way up his chiseled back, so did the front half. A growing line of exposed skin was quickly revealed, splicing right up his abs and up his torso until his pecs were released. In the end, he was left completely exposed once more.
Invincible knew he looked ridiculous. His entire torso and private parts were laid bare in front of the crowd of civilians. The only thing covering his skin were the remnants of his suit on his arms, legs, and his cowl. It was like he was wearing the reverse of a Playgirl bunny outfit! Being bound and bent in the way that he was wasn’t helping matters either. Not only did everyone get a good view of his spread legs and full ass, but now his dick was bouncing freely with his struggles for release.
“Alright,” the robber said, aiming his laser gun back at the crowd. “I’ve given you all a not-so-little gift all wrapped up nice. Only thing missing is a bow.” He punctuated his statement with another solid spank, making Invincible yelp. “Since me and my crew are so nice, you’re gonna get to play with this gift however you like. Spank it, stroke it, everyone gets a turn!”
“I don’t think so! Once I get out of this you guys are gonna be so– Mmmphh!” Another blast from the gun resulted in a beam snapping against his mouth, gagging him behind its hot pulsing energy. It didn’t burn, but it certainly didn’t feel great.
None of the hostages moved. Though they enjoyed the view they clearly didn’t want to take advantage of the trapped hero… until the robber lifted the gun and aimed it at them. One by one they got up and surrounded Invincible, lining up for their turn to “play” with him.
“Er… sorry about this,” a banker said bashfully as he gripped the round cheeks tightly. He kneaded them, squishing them together and spreading them apart. He couldn’t help but chuckle when he decided to jiggle the cheeks, letting them bounce up and down and eliciting a disgruntled moan from Invincible through his gag.
At the robber’s insistence, everyone took their own turns with Invincible. Most played with his ass, making it jiggle and bounce and shake while their hands roamed its expanse. A few more ballsy civilians actually took hold of his cock, which had definitely grown hard from all the groping. Our intrepid hero couldn’t really do anything but grunt and moan, putting up lame attempts at voicing his displeasure despite his bodily reactions. It wasn’t his fault that he had sensitive erogenous zones!
With each passing turn, the civilians got bolder and bolder with their ministrations. Invincible’s eyes bugged out from under his mask when he felt two fingers breach his rim and start to stretch. This marked the first time he’s ever had anything in his ass. It surprised him how easily it slipped in. From his conversations with Will, it sounded like anal play required a lot of lube, something that was obviously missing from this scenario.
Mark let out a muffled scream, his lower half shaking as the finger sunk in until it hit knuckle. The fingers slid in and out, curling randomly and coming in at different angles. It didn’t matter what they were doing, all he knew was that it felt so damn good. And that was more humiliating of a fact than ripping through his costume.
“Fun as this is, watching Invincible here squirm… Let’s take this up a notch. You,” the robber pointed his weapon at a customer. “Go ahead and fuck that tight bubble butt now.” The man hesitated for a brief moment. The robber’s finger twitched at the trigger. It may have been a non-lethal weapon, but that didn’t mean it didn’t sting when it made contact. “Get to it.”
The customer awkwardly fumbled with his fly, releasing his own hardon. Just like the fingers before him, his cock slid into Invincible’s ass like butter. The tight heat gripped him perfectly and opened up with ease. Mark blushed profusely, unable to bite back his moaning as that dick docked inside of him. His own dick lurched, dripping a huge dollop of precum onto the bank floor.
Try hard as he might, Mark found himself thrusting his ass back to meet the thrusts into him. He caught himself, pretending like he wasn’t trying to get the guy to fuck him deeper, but it was pretty clear to everyone around that he was enjoying it. And from the way the customer was fucking into him harder, he was enjoying it too. He came with a cry, his cum shooting deep inside the bound up hero. He pulled out, making him shudder, before he was plugged up by the next guy.
The men took turns fucking Invincible. The sounds of his pillowy cheeks clapping against each cock that drilled into him was nearly loud enough to drown out their grunts and his muffled moans. Occasionally one guy’s cock would hit an angle that made his vision turn white and got his whole body shaking.
They were all so lost in their own lust-filled haze that they didn’t even notice the cops and news crew burst in. They had all seen Invincible come in, but a hero of his strength and caliber typically didn’t take too long to deal with common thugs. Something had clearly gone wrong. No one was expecting to find the young hero tied up and practically naked with a line of guys fucking into his tight bubble butt.
The robbers – those who were able to regain consciousness that is – were gone. The blush on Mark’s face grew even more hot as he took notice of the cameras on him, getting caught mid-fuck. The security guard who was currently balls deep in his ass had thrust in hard with a panic when the crew burst in. That last movement was enough to send Mark over the edge.
That was, of course, the image that was circulated on the news. “Invincible – Indecent!” was the headline. On all the mainstream news outlets, they tried to censor what they could without being explicit, but due to the nature of how they had caught him, it was easier said than done. The more tawdry tabloids had already circulated the uncensored and explicit versions. Everyone’s else’s faces were blurred for privacy, but since he was the public figure he didn’t receive the same treatment.
It looked like he was the pass around bottom for some gay orgy at the bank, which wasn’t all that far off from the truth to begin with. Mark wanted nothing more to do than dig a hole and disappear. Everyone had seen his naked ass being fucked by this point. There was no way he could possibly live this down. He was the laughing stock of the hero world, and a shared joke between the workers at the GDA since those agents had come in to free him after an hour or so of the police failing to do so.
The only solace – and he wasn’t even sure this was one – was the fact that despite all that, somehow, his official social media accounts all saw massive boosts in numbers. Likely all the new activity was from people who were hoping to catch more of a repeat of that incident.
“Art, I’m going to need a better guarantee that something like this won’t ever happen again,” Mark said, half jokingly and half with a threat. He stood with his limbs spread out, clad in nothing but a protective cup against his crotch as the tailor worked on his measurements again. “Seriously. I can’t be known as the accidentally naked superhero!”
“Not to worry, Mark. I’ll make sure we make enough room for your more… ample endowments.” That wouldn’t be a lie per se. But his gears were already turning to figure out a way to rig the costume to burst again. He was getting quite a few calls and offers from mysterious buyers who would pay top dollar to see Invincible naked again. He had bills to pay, after all.