The Boogeyman - a 750 Word Story

This story was written for the 2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge. Below this line are exactly 750 words.

I'm in the rafters of the warehouse when they arrive. Their security is embarrassingly loose. You would figure a city watched over by a legitimate superhuman would have smarter criminals.

I've spent months tracking this syndicate. To my surprise, my investigation led me out of Midnight City, all the way to here. His city.

I throw a handful of shurikens with a flick of my wrist. The lights sputter out. By the time the emergency lights kick on, I'm on top of them. Within seconds, they're laid out, the evidence of their crimes all around them. Dead to rights. It's almost too easy.

Then there's a gust of wind, a blur of primary colors, and my blood runs cold. He's here.

"I won't have vigilantism in my town," he says, arms crossed.

For a split second, I don't move.

My grappling gun falls away from my hand, super-heated by his laser vision. I make a grab for him instead. Yeah, I'll judo throw Mr. Wonderful. Why not?

He catches my wrists effortlessly. He doesn't hurt me; still, my bones feel like glass in his stone grip.

The world blurs around me, I feel the sickening pull of gravity. When I catch my breath, we're alone on the roof. It's a cold night in Tomorrow City. There's a breeze. The full moon is up. He still has my wrists, hoisted above my head. He's taller than me, and bigger. Up close, he looks like a farm boy. My erection strains uncomfortably against the inside of my codpiece.

It's pointless to try to get away. He could bury me on the moon, throw me over the horizon, or pull my limbs off like a bug.

It occurs to me for the first time that I've never been in a serious fight where I didn't have a carefully orchestrated tactical advantage going in. It also occurs to me how warm he is. How close we are. He's radiating body heat through those silly underpants he wears on the outside.

He releases me. I fall to my knees. He had me more off-balance than I thought. I'm eye level with the silly underpants.

Then he does something too fast for me to see, and his tunic is hiked up and those underpants are pulled down. God, he's fast. I know he's an alien, but what's in front of my face looks pretty human.

The lower half of my cowl is open for mostly strategic reasons. But it has other purposes.

"Go on," he says, speaking more softly than before. "It's alright."

I'm helpless. But, as I draw him into my mouth, as I cradle his commanding weight on my tongue, I realize I wouldn't care either way.

I bob and suck and slurp and lick. Despite myself, I'm enjoying the loveliness of his dick in my mouth. "That's it..." he says in a long, voiceless breath, resting his powerful hand on top of my cowl as if to comfort me.

Briefly, I worry that his cum will shoot through the back of my throat like a bullet, or that, in the uncontrollable throes of orgasm, he'll press down hard enough to burst my cranium and pancake my spine. But the self-destructive impulse that led me to become the Boogeyman in the first place asserts itself, as it always does. I'm jacking him off and suckling his dickhead when his body tell me he's close. He starts to ejaculate, and he doesn't blow my head off or crush my skull.

I swallow one rope after another. He moans quietly with each one. I flick my eyes up at his face, maybe hoping to catch him in an embarrassing expression, but he's as supernaturally handsome as ever.

When he's done, I'm about to make my escape, but he recovers too quickly. He hoists me to my feet, tilts his head down, and kisses me. Our spit and his cum mingle on my lips. His body feels like granite.

He reaches for my belt. I stop him by the wrist and undo the belt myself in the right sequence, then he slips his hand down the front of my leggings. He gives me the most tuned-in, instantly gratifying handjob of my life. I whimper into his mouth as I fill the pouch of my codpiece with jism.

He kisses me one more time. Then, sweetly, he says, "Come here anytime. But leave the crimefighting in Midnight City."

Then, with a gust of air, he's gone.