Sein Pt. 01

Dramatis Personae:

Elastique

BarTender

Skein

Chicken

Quill

IQ

Elastique arrives from his mini-heroic adventure and pushes open the door into the rundown hole in the wall bar known as Encounters. "Have no fear the Hero is here!" he chuckles and he stretches over to his normal seat. He takes a quick look around to see a room full of Superotics.

In the corner of the room he smirks as he sees a bunch of guys preening over some half naked Supers. He chuckles as Bartender brings him a drink as he stretches into a seat, "Supies can't ever get enough huh?"

Bartender tips his head, "You know how it is..."

Elastique chugs back his beer.

IQ looks over to Elastique as he nurses his drink. He picks up a napkin and hands it over to Elastique, "Little leftover after your adventure?," he motions to all the spunk on his costume.

Elastique dips his head onto IQ's shoulder, "My last perp got a little handsy. I couldn't help myself."

IQ smirks as he sips from his green beer, "Lawd knows you never can," he says as he swipes Elastique's stretched out hand from his package.

BarTender drops down two more beers as he shakes his head at Elastique. In the background two other Superotic Heroes are deep in discussion. Bear is a six foot tall extremely hairy, extremely ripped specimen of a man. His thick brown beard goes halfway down his perfect chest accentuating his sculpted pecs. Next to him is the Superotic Skein, while not quite as tall or ripped as Bear, Skein has quite the physique as well. His salt and pepper hair adds a distinguished look to his features. The pair are discussing a recent battle with the Brotherhood of Hung Erotics when two Supies enter the bar.

For those viewers not in the know, Supies is a term lovingly given to non-powered individuals who like to frequent the Encounters bar whilst frequenting the Superotics who patron the establishment. The Supies, or Superotic Groupies, squeal as they spot their quarry and head over to the pair of Bears.

Bald Supie, "Um...Mr Bear?" is all he can manage before Bear absently looks over, "OH yeah sure," is all Bear manages before he turns his attention back to Skein. As he resumes his conversation with Skein, he pulls aside his brown briefs allowing his massive sack and shaft to fall free. The enormously heavy sack smacks the side of his leg, virtually looking like a five pound bag of potatoes. A half second later his flaccid shaft smacks into his balls with an audible whack. The Bald Supie's eyes go wide as he drops to his knees and takes up the flaccid shaft in both hands as it already starts to grow. He leans forwards into Bear's musky balls and takes in a deep breath of the Superotic's aroma.

Skein looks over at the brown haired Supie in front of him and reaches down to jiggle his full mound mof marbles, "Hey boy...how you want it today?" he smirks as he starts to whip out the beast.

Brown-haired Supie smiles, "Can you do it long and ribbed this time?"

Skein winks and waves rubs his hand down his shaft which ripples beneath his touch. His shaft grows longer and thicker, with a ribbed texture. The brown-haired Supie's mouth practically waters as he drops to his knees and glomps down onto the hardened shaft. Skein resumes his conversation with Bear practically ignoring the Supie attempting to devour him.

IQ looks back and rolls his eyes, "Typical he Says." pushing his orange cubed glass mask back onto his face. Elastique perks up, "Hmmm... Drama?"

IQ shakes his head no, "Not judging but I never could get into letting just anyone mash on my junk."

Elastique giggles, "Lawd knows how you got to being a Superotic my friend." he nudges IQ playfully.

IQ grins as he sips from his green beer once again, "As a demi-sexual...it takes more than a wistful eye or quivering butthole."

Elastique literally falls over laughing his arms outstretched wide and flailing, "Not the quivering butthole...BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH"

IQ chuckles as he looks down at his friend, "You know what I mean."

Elastique snirks and snaps back onto his seat, "Yeah I know I know...you want truuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue looooooooooove."

IQ chortles, "At least a dinner first"

Elastique grins, "Ok...well you buy me dinner and I'll stuff ya as much as you can take... From both ends. BAhahahaha!"

IQ smacks Elastique in his jiggly arms.

BarTender strides up and puts his massive forearms on the table, "Back in my day before all this Superotic stuff...things were way different round here."

Elastique chuckles, "You mean back before tv and electricity?"

BarTender grabs Elastique's squishy head in his massive paw hand and squeezes a little bit making Elastique squeak like a toy, "Look here squishy I toldja no more old man jokes" he says with a smile and a wink.

Elastique squeak talks, "But I like old men" he giggle squeaks.

The conversation is suddenly interrupted by a startling moan. The trio turn around to see the bald-head Supie bent over the cocktail table and white knuckling the edge. Behind him the Superotic Bear is guiding his monstrous shaft into the willing Supie. Bear's shaft, which is still growing as they watch, is easily already as thick as a pork roast and slides millimeter by millimeter into the hungry bottom.

IQ turns back to face Elastique and BarTender, "Welp he ain't gonna shit right for a week." Elastique burst-laughs into his beer while BarTender just shakes his head.

BarTender wipes the counter of the beerspittle, "How anyone wanna bottom for that titan I'll never know...lord just looking at it makes my butthole clench."

IQ sips his beer catching the light on his glasses, "From your lips..."

Just then an alarm goes off in the bar and multiple screens flicker around the room. A special news alert comes onto the monitors. Newscaster, "This just in ... News of a robbery at the Fifth National Bank in progress. Multiple hostages taken as police have surrounded the facility."

Skein pulls his hardened shaft out of the Supie's mouth with an audible POP. "I'll take this one. Sorry Kiddo." he says as he smacks the kneeling man on the side of his face, "Maybe I'll let you finish later if you're still here." He strokes his hand down his shaft and it returns to a normal flaccid state as he tucks it back away for safekeeping.

The Supie looks super disappointed and wipes his mouth with one hand while waving goodbye sadly with the other. He shrugs, looks around, spots the Superotic Quill and heads over. Quill notices the Supie heading his way and pulls out his flaccid meat, "Here ya go mate' I could use a milking." The Supie happily obliges and sets to work.

Ten Minutes later Skein pulls up to the Fifth National Bank on his suped up hover-cycle courtesy of IQ. As he dismounts the hover-cycle several police officers walk up to him, "Glad to see you Skein...seems we got a bit of a situation here."

Skein pulls off his helmet and nods, "Saw the news-brief. How many perps? What kind armament?"

The lieutenant quickly recruits, "6 perps, 10 hostages." he flips his notepad. "Seems like they got some heavy guns but nothing you can't handle."

Skein nods as he reaches out for the bullhorn at the captain's side, "May i?"

The captain nods and hands over the bullhorn, "This is Skein giving you a five minute warning. Come out with your hands up and all hostages safely released or I'm going to go in there and pound your asses. Hurt a hostage and you won't enjoy it." he tosses the bullhorn to the captain and goes to stand in front of the bank with his arms crossed.

Silence for a few moments before a few rounds of gunshots are heard and sparks fly off of Skein's chest. The captain smacks his forehead, "Welp...I wouldn't want to be their arseholes".

Skein brushes the soot and compressed bullet from his chest and strides purposely forward. He cracks his knuckles before waving his hand against his throat, his voice booms now as if he has his own bull horn, "Comin in...and heaven help you if you hurt one hostage."

Muffled screams can be heard inside as the robbers yell at each other. One can briefly be seen in the window before running towards the back. An observant on-looker may suspect the man's pants were now wet between his legs. Skein confidently strides up to the door and rips it off the hinges. As he strides inside a barrage of gunfire is unleashed upon him.

As each bullet hits him the momentum is absorbed into his flesh. Skein has the ability to transform his body into anything he desires and currently his flesh absorbs the momentum of the bullets while simultaneously preventing him any injury. The bullets merely crush themselves upon his flesh before falling harmlessly to the ground.