NsaneDreams
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Sean crouched on the ledge of the bank overlooking the park, in what he hoped was an appropriately brooding hero pose.
He'd been at this for about a month so far, and the schedule was killing him. Between this and work at the porn shop, he was beat. He managed to catch some Zs between his day shift and nightly patrols, but that didn't leave much time to service his "super needs"...
Sean spent the majority of high school as a nerd and an outcast. It wasn't that he wasn't physically attractive; quite the contrary. At 6'2", 190 lbs of pretty much pure muscle, Sean would have been the envy of every girl and desire of every girl, if it wasn't for one tiny thing...Or rather, one massive thing.
That thing was Sean's massive prick. Like, baby's arm holding an apple big. At roughly 14" fully hard and probably 3" around, it had nearly frightened to death the one girl who'd seen it. To prevent her own embarrassment, the girl had spread horrible rumors about him, and from that there was no recovery.
But the sheer size of his wondrous man-sausage wasnt the only peculiar thing about Sean. For one, he found out over time tha he required "release" far more often than the average man. We're talking 10-15 times daily just be to able to keep his head straight. And without that release, he found that the copious amounts of love-juice welling up inside him seemed to sap his strength. If he went for too long without satisfying himself, he became weak and couldn't focus. On the flip side, it seemed like the more he came, the stronger he was. Like, flipping over small automobiles strong.
After a particularly disturbing encounter in which Sean threw a mugger over 50 feet and through a brick wall, Sean decided that if he could harness this power, he could be a force for good. Now Sean prowls the streets at night, battling evil (and his own horniness)
Stats:
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190 lbs
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Blue
Costume: Sean's outfit is mostly pieced together from his local surplus store; black fatigue cargo pants and black boots, a blood red tshirt, and a black bandana with holes cut into it covering the upper half of his face.
Super powers: Provided Sean is able to achieve orgasm multiple times a day, he can achieve nigh invulnerability and ridiculous amounts of strength. This has only been from satisfying himself. Were he to find a woman able to service him properly, who knows the limits of his powers.
Weakness: If he's unable to release his own sexual tension throughout the day, Sean becomes progressively weaker, and can lapse into unconsciousness if completely denied.
As he gazed out over the park, he noticed a rustling in the trees above a spot in the back, where it looked like some people were chatting on a bench. When he heard the familiar "hoot", he knew danger was bound to follow. With a mighty flourish he bounded down from the ledge, into the darkness, and promptly tripped with a CRASH over a trash can.
Sean crouched on the ledge of the bank overlooking the park, in what he hoped was an appropriately brooding hero pose.
He'd been at this for about a month so far, and the schedule was killing him. Between this and work at the porn shop, he was beat. He managed to catch some Zs between his day shift and nightly patrols, but that didn't leave much time to service his "super needs"...
Sean spent the majority of high school as a nerd and an outcast. It wasn't that he wasn't physically attractive; quite the contrary. At 6'2", 190 lbs of pretty much pure muscle, Sean would have been the envy of every girl and desire of every girl, if it wasn't for one tiny thing...Or rather, one massive thing.
That thing was Sean's massive prick. Like, baby's arm holding an apple big. At roughly 14" fully hard and probably 3" around, it had nearly frightened to death the one girl who'd seen it. To prevent her own embarrassment, the girl had spread horrible rumors about him, and from that there was no recovery.
But the sheer size of his wondrous man-sausage wasnt the only peculiar thing about Sean. For one, he found out over time tha he required "release" far more often than the average man. We're talking 10-15 times daily just be to able to keep his head straight. And without that release, he found that the copious amounts of love-juice welling up inside him seemed to sap his strength. If he went for too long without satisfying himself, he became weak and couldn't focus. On the flip side, it seemed like the more he came, the stronger he was. Like, flipping over small automobiles strong.
After a particularly disturbing encounter in which Sean threw a mugger over 50 feet and through a brick wall, Sean decided that if he could harness this power, he could be a force for good. Now Sean prowls the streets at night, battling evil (and his own horniness)
Stats:
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190 lbs
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Blue
Costume: Sean's outfit is mostly pieced together from his local surplus store; black fatigue cargo pants and black boots, a blood red tshirt, and a black bandana with holes cut into it covering the upper half of his face.
Super powers: Provided Sean is able to achieve orgasm multiple times a day, he can achieve nigh invulnerability and ridiculous amounts of strength. This has only been from satisfying himself. Were he to find a woman able to service him properly, who knows the limits of his powers.
Weakness: If he's unable to release his own sexual tension throughout the day, Sean becomes progressively weaker, and can lapse into unconsciousness if completely denied.
As he gazed out over the park, he noticed a rustling in the trees above a spot in the back, where it looked like some people were chatting on a bench. When he heard the familiar "hoot", he knew danger was bound to follow. With a mighty flourish he bounded down from the ledge, into the darkness, and promptly tripped with a CRASH over a trash can.
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