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If you were to ask what the strongest supe on Earth felt when Homelander discovered that The Deep had climbed into Soldier Boy’s bed, not even Sister Sage could probably answer. Shock, anger, disbelief… none of those words were enough to describe Homelander’s emotions at that moment. Sure, Soldier Boy had probably slept with more people than Homelander had drunk bottles of milk, but when that person was The Deep, things felt different.
It wasn’t just because The Deep was a man, while Soldier Boy was famously one of the most homophobic people on the planet. No—seriously, The Deep? His father’s standards must have sunk unbelievably low.
In truth, Homelander could have pretended not to know about it. But that obviously wasn’t his style. So he summoned The Deep first. After all, he still hadn’t decided how he wanted to confront Soldier Boy, and squeezing answers out of The Deep was much easier.
Now Homelander lounged lazily against the sofa, watching The Deep stand stiffly before him.
“I’ve noticed you’ve been hiding certain things from me lately,” Homelander drawled. “Let me think… like the fact that you climbed into my father’s bed?”
In an instant, all the color drained from The Deep’s face. With a thud, he dropped to his knees, his voice trembling as the words spilled out.
“That’s not true, boss… I—I wasn’t trying to hide it from you on purpose. I just thought you wouldn’t care about something so trivial…”
“So you still remember to call me your boss.” Homelander smiled without warmth. “Did you forget what happened to the last person who slept with my father behind my back?”
That wasn’t entirely accurate. Homelander hadn’t killed Firecracker because she slept with Soldier Boy. He simply couldn’t tolerate that loudmouthed woman once her faith in him started to waver. But he had no intention of explaining those deeper reasons to The Deep—especially since that idiot fish probably wouldn’t understand how Firecracker’s loss of faith had gotten her killed in the first place.
Right now, Homelander only wanted to enjoy The Deep’s fear.
It was obvious that The Deep’s eyes were getting redder and redder. The stupid fish didn’t usually cry unless he was truly cornered.
“S-sir… I-I thought she died because she had that kind of relationship with you. She betrayed you, so…”
“And you didn’t betray me?” Homelander cut him off.
“B-but I thought we were just boss and subordinate…” The Deep’s muttering grew quieter and quieter. His brain was starting to short-circuit. Why was Homelander talking like he’d cheated on him or something? He was innocent!
But one thing The Deep did know was that his situation right now was dangerous. Extremely dangerous.
“Mmm… boss and subordinate,” Homelander mused theatrically. “We are boss and subordinate. Which means you belong to me. And I don’t allow what’s mine to seduce my father.”
You belong to me.
God—under any other circumstances, hearing Homelander say something like that would probably have made The Deep’s heart pound with ecstatic joy, but…
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” The Deep shuffled forward on his knees toward Homelander, practically on the verge of bending down to kiss his boots. “I really didn’t know. Please, please forgive me just this once. I swear, I swear I’ll never have anything to do with Soldier Boy again.”
The tip of Homelander’s boot hooked under The Deep’s chin, forcing the kneeling man to meet his eyes. The man towering above him spoke in a teasing tone.
“Tell me—do you act this submissive in front of my father too?”
The Deep couldn’t answer. He just kept trembling, convinced that saying either “yes” or “no” might get him killed.
When The Deep remained silent, Homelander leaned down slightly, bringing his face close to his.
“Alright then, let me ask another way. Did my father fuck you good?”
At least The Deep’s brain could process a question like that. He shook his head frantically.
“No, sir. No, it wasn’t good at all.”
Of course, The Deep was lying. There were probably very few people in the world better in bed than Soldier Boy. Soldier Boy’s cock was as beautiful as his face and as powerful as his body, always fucking The Deep until he convulsed like he was drowning—sometimes The Deep nearly forgot he literally couldn’t drown.
But the tiny shred of survival instinct left in his brain told him that if he admitted it felt good, he was dead. In porn movies, when a husband confronts his cheating wife and asks if the other man fucked her better, the wife is always supposed to look humiliated and say no. The Deep had no idea why his mind even jumped to that comparison.
The next second, Homelander’s boot slammed into him, sending him sprawling across the floor.
“So you’re saying my father’s no good? Or are you just incapable of pleasing anyone, you useless piece of shit? You can’t even handle something that simple—what use do I have for you then?”
The Deep wanted to die. Why did he always manage to pick the exact wrong answer?
Even though the spot where he’d been kicked throbbed with pain, he forced himself to crawl back to Homelander’s feet.
“N-no, that’s not it. I’m very good at pleasing people, I really am useful. Please, please don’t kill me…”
Looking down at The Deep’s tearful, pathetic, stupidly miserable state, Homelander felt a surge of satisfaction. Bullying The Deep had always amused him, but this time he had no intention of letting the stupid fish off easily.
“Prove it.” Homelander’s voice was cold enough to freeze the air.
“Prove it?”
It took The Deep about five seconds to understand what Homelander meant by that: prove that I’m good at pleasing people.
Did Homelander really mean that? The Deep found it hard to believe. As far as he knew, Homelander had never shown interest in men. Then again, before Soldier Boy fucked him, The Deep would’ve thought the original superhero would be the last man on Earth to sleep with another man.
I need to prove my worth, The Deep encouraged himself.
Trembling, he pushed himself upright and climbed onto Homelander’s lap, fumbling toward the man’s golden belt. But his clumsy fingers groped around uselessly, unable to figure out how to undo it.
Homelander rolled his eyes. He had no idea how Soldier Boy tolerated this idiot. Sure, The Deep was prettier than most men—is that why his father fucked him? Homelander wasn’t someone who cared much about appearances, much less how attractive his subordinates were. But the reason he’d suddenly taken an interest in The Deep was simple: if his father had already had him, then Homelander wanted a taste too.
Homelander reached down, unfastened his own belt, then patted The Deep lightly on the right cheek. He spoke only one word.
“Lick.”
Having received an order, The Deep felt slightly reassured. At least he probably wasn’t going to die today. And if he managed to satisfy Homelander, maybe not only would he get to stay in The Seven—Homelander might even value him more afterward…
Suddenly, The Deep felt full of determination.
Carefully, he pulled aside the lower part of Homelander’s suit, revealing the supe’s impressive cock. So Homelander liked going commando under his uniform too. The Deep’s cheeks heated slightly.
He first extended his tongue and gently licked the tip. Truthfully, he wasn’t very good at oral sex—Soldier Boy had slapped him more than once because of how bad he was at it. But this time, The Deep was determined not to disappoint Homelander. Closing his eyes, he took the superior man’s head into his mouth.
Homelander looked down at the fluffy-haired head working diligently on his cock. The Deep’s technique was just as underdeveloped as his brain, but fortunately Homelander wasn’t exactly someone who got sucked off often. Besides, The Deep’s mouth was warm enough.
Gradually, Homelander started getting hard.
Feeling the thing in his mouth stiffen encouraged the kneeling man even more. The Deep wanted to take him deeper, but his narrow throat simply couldn’t handle deepthroating. There had been several times when Soldier Boy had held his head down and fucked his throat so hard he nearly blacked out.
So instead, he let Homelander’s cock thrust messily around inside his mouth. Sometimes it pushed against his cheeks, making them bulge slightly, and Homelander watched the sight with amusement.
Is this how The Deep sucks Soldier Boy off too? Homelander wondered. What kind of expression does Soldier Boy make when he’s getting head…?
His thoughts drifted uncontrollably toward his father’s face—that face that always looked at him with contempt.
Would Soldier Boy get angry if he found out Homelander had fucked The Deep too? Would he sneer at him, call him weak, call him a pansy?
Then I’d finally be able to throw it back in his face, Homelander thought smugly. After all, his father was the one who had fucked The Deep first.
The Deep secretly glanced upward with his eyes. He could tell Homelander’s mood had improved, and for some reason a sense of pride bloomed in his chest—something he had never felt while being fucked by Soldier Boy.
Look at that, I actually managed to satisfy Homelander, The Deep thought. Soldier Boy could never do that. That’s why I’m the one most suited to be second-in-command of The Seven.
If Homelander announced him as second-in-command—or at least declared that only he was allowed to fuck him—then Soldier Boy would never dare touch him again…
The more The Deep fantasized, the brighter life suddenly seemed. And it was at that exact moment that Homelander’s cum spilled into his mouth.
In the past, Soldier Boy would always grip his jaw and force him to swallow, but now, eager to please Homelander, The Deep obediently swallowed every last drop on his own. When he finished, he even licked clean the cock that had just come.
Still kneeling on the floor, the man reverently pressed a kiss against the cock before him and asked softly,
“Sir… do you want to fuck me now?”
Homelander had only just come back to himself from the afterglow of orgasm. Looking down at The Deep kneeling between his legs like an eager lapdog, he refused to admit that at the moment of climax, the face that had flashed through his mind when he tilted his head back was his father’s.
But The Deep was nothing like Soldier Boy. Suddenly, Homelander felt deflated. Fucking someone his father had already fucked wouldn’t bring him any closer to him. If anything, he was starting to worry Soldier Boy would come storming in and accuse him of touching his toy.
“Get out.”
That was Homelander’s answer to The Deep asking whether he wanted to fuck him.
“Huh? Sir…”
The Deep froze again. He’d thought Homelander might reward him somehow—anything but suddenly turning cold and throwing him out.
“Do I need to say it a second time?” Homelander sounded impatient now.
“N-no! You don’t, I’m leaving right now…”
The Deep scrambled shakily to his feet and stumbled toward the door. Even though he felt unwilling, he always obeyed Homelander above all else.
As he closed Homelander’s bedroom door behind him and walked down the hallway, The Deep thought to himself:
No matter what, I belong to Homelander now. Soldier Boy can forget about ever touching me again.
To be continued.