Stretched Deep by Authority Amazon: Scene 2

“Sweet goddess above, look at that ass!”

“Is that a super?”

“What gave it away? The spandex? Hey, puppydog! My cock needs a hero! She’s holding out for a hero till the end of the night! And he’s gotta be cute and he’s gotta be caged and he’s gotta be oh so, so tight~! Oh, he’s gone.”

“Nice going, Pavarotti.”

“Hey, at least I tried!”

Blushing profusely, Adrian scrambled over the parapet of the building he was currently climbing and rolled over to lay on his back. That was the second time someone had called out to him tonight and it was another Futa. Why was it always Futa? Would it be too much to ask to have a beautiful girl hit on him just occasionally? Probably.

Getting his breath back, he rolled onto his hands and knees and launched off across the rooftop towards a building he knew would take him in the direction of The Docks. Arriving at the jumping off point, he unclipped his belt gadget and fired the micro grappling hook across the ravine of concrete and glass.

Once he was sure the gadget had caught correctly, he attached the side he still held to a nearby anchor point and allowed the stupidly strong micro motor to zip him up the line. He landed on the far side in the classic superhero pose, his feet light and his fingers spread. Adrian didn’t consider himself to be vain, but there was something about the look of the thing.

In this way, he was able to move across the city without having to take the subway or anything similarly pedestrian. That was important for a hero. There was very definitely a pecking order in the Super Scene and one of the most basic hurdles a new Super had to cross was, “If a super villain is attacking, do you have to call a taxi?” Heroes who could be tracked on the ground by a bog-standard private investigator didn’t get all that much respect.

Not that he was planning on taking on Super Villains any time soon. That was a job for stronger heroes like The Pillar, Tigress, or of course, Authority Amazon.

Most Super Villains were Futa and males who took on Futa Supers had a bad habit of ending up on StretchHub with video captions that read along the lines of, ‘Breaking in His Defeated Boi Pussy,’ or ‘New Side Kick fucked in Panties for the First Time!’

Unsurprisingly, Futa Villains tended to go in for the extreme philosophy of the Union Empire when it came to treating males, rather than the more liberal beliefs of the average Futalia Futa.

Nope, he’d leave fighting actual super villains to heroes with cocks that bulged their spandex out larger than any male ever could, even if the males in question weren’t actively trying to make their smaller dicks even smaller as was the fashion.

Adrian fired his belt gadget for the dozenth time tonight. It attached to yet another building with a satisfying thwang sound.

Not that dick caging was something he’d ever been that into, Adrian thought to himself. Outside of a little experimentation while going through puberty. It was a thing bois who really wanted Futa attention did, and Adrian had simply never had the nerve.

Soon, the blue-and-white tight-clad super found himself breathing in the salty air surrounding New Futalia’s waterfront.

He paused on the roof of what he knew to be a liquor store to catch his breath and scan for trouble.

Everything was still. The sounds of the city centre were faint in the distance. All the dock workers had left for the day, leaving the environs eerily empty.

For over an hour, Adrian crept across the buildings, from roof to roof or across the walls, like a lithe and far too sexy gecko. In that time, he saw around two-dozen workers running late shift, a dozen or so random passersby, and a mother cat with her kittens which he bought a can of cat food for a local totally empty convenience store.

He also got hit on again by one of the Futa clocking out of the docks.

The mother cat and her kittens purred and mewed as they crowded around the food he forked out on the ground.

Watching them dig in, Adrian couldn’t help feeling a wave of second-hand nostalgia. He knew this little lady had likely been impregnated by some nearby wandering tomcat, swaggering and cocksure. Animals didn’t have Futa like people did. Men used to occupy the position in society that Futa now did. But after Futa rose during The Great Breeding, males like him had joined the girls as objects of lust and, eventually, after being pumped full of enough Futa seed, bearers of children.

Unbidden, the thought sent his heart beating faster.

Adrian shook his head. He was what he was — an attractive virgin in a world of hungry Futanari. There was no point dwelling on times gone by. He lived in the present. The best he could do was to use his power to help ensure the more aggressive Futa didn’t take that aggression out on those who couldn’t fight back.

He straightened up from his squat around the still feasting mother and kittens, feeling the blue and white spandex of his suit stretch over his body, to begin another hour of patrol before heading back to his apartment. Tonight had been quiet so far, but surely that was a good thing.

As he stepped away to begin his climb up the nearest wall, however, he heard something.

The sound had been muffled after bouncing off many brick and concrete surfaces, but there was no doubt in his mind about what had made that sound.

Taking off at a sprint, Adrian darted around the nearest corner, into the maze of back alleys hidden from view of the main promenade next to the docks. Following his ears, it didn’t take long to reach the corner just before where the sound was coming from. He slowed down as he approached.

The first sound he’d heard had been a squeal.

He’d feared the worst.

But now, he heard a moan…

Padding the remaining distance before the corner, Adrian carefully poked his head around to see what was going on.

What he saw made his whole face blush red.

A boi was pressed with his hands up against the brick wall, legs spread, his pants around his ankles, cotton panties stretched around his thighs, his head turned over his shoulder, frantically kissing the much taller Futa behind him, her gigantic girl cock lining up to penetrate a beautifully puckered asshole, spread by her hands gripped possessively on the round globes of his butt, pulling them apart, exposing his most vulnerable part to the world, and to her.

Adrian bit his lip. This didn’t look like an assault. It looked consensual.

He stared at that terrifying Futa cock.

He’d never seen one in real life before.

Deep inside his spandex pants, he felt his own ass clench and his boi clit stir.

Adrian squirmed.

The Futa gleefully spanked the boi’s ass, eliciting another squeal.

He should probably leave and let them get on with it.

Right?

Right?

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