Super Bottom meets The Butt Bandit
Butch Boinker lay around in his room one more time, horny as
hell and no way other than jacking off to relieve himself. He dreamed fucking someone, anyone. His mind was buzzing around so fast he couldn't come up with a single fantasy to jack off to.
Finally, the thought of a hot man’s tight ass milking his dick dry got
him aroused, but stroke as he might for hours, he couldn't cum. He’d get so close. He could feel his balls
draw up and squeeze over and over, but nothing.
He simply couldn't cum, and the more he tried, the more painful his
balls got. Suddenly, he jumped up, got
dressed and rushed to the nearest bar.
There he found hot men everywhere. They danced hard and sweaty. They’d take off their shirts. They looked so sexy. Butch’s brain went on overload. Suddenly he found himself totally naked. He stripped a guy down to nothing and rammed
his big cock deep into his ass. He
hammered the guys ass right there in the middle of the bar with everyone
standing around. He shot his load up the
guy’s ass.
Realizing what he’d just done, he grabbed his clothes and
ran. When he got back in his car to
drive away, he happened to look at the clock.
It was eleven thirty. He was
totally confused. He’d left the house at
eleven twenty and got to the bar at eleven twenty five. He’d been in the bar long enough to order a
drink. How could he have fucked a guy in
that short of a time?
He finished putting his clothes on and went back into the
bar. There was a small crowd of guys
standing around a naked guy on the floor.
The guy was smiling like the Cheshire Cat. His eyes were closed and he just lay on the
floor humming happily. The other guys
were gathering his clothes from all around the bar. One was trying to get his underwear off the
mirror ball.
“What happened here?” Butch asked.
“Man, I don’t know.
One second, he was talking to some guy, then there was a loud pop and he
was lying on the floor like this. His
clothes were flying all over the place.
It was like he exploded or something.
He must have at least a quart of cum leaking out of his ass.”
Butch watched as two guys tried to help the victim stand,
but every five seconds, he’d shutter, his dick was fully hard, and
he’d cum. His balls were empty, but he’d had an orgasm anyway. He would have felt sorry
for the guy, but he was in total sexual ecstasy. After a while, the guy came around, and the
orgasms subsided. He was able to get
dressed and, with help, leave.
Butch was so confused.
That was the guy he thought he’d fucked.
That was the very spot on the floor he’d done it. How could it have happened in the blink of an
eye? And how come no one saw him do it?
Butch walked out into the parking lot. His friends were loading the victim into a
car. Suddenly the victim let out a howl
and began shaking. He had another orgasm. Butch watched as the friends tried to get the
guy in their car. As they drove off, the
poor guy let out another howl.
Butch wasn't quite ready to go home yet. He drove around aimlessly for a while. He drove by a park. There he saw a hot guy standing under a
street lamp. He stopped the car. He wondered if the guy was a hooker or
what. The more he thought about it, the
more aroused he got. Suddenly he jumped
out of the car and ran over to the guy.
He just began undressing the man.
He spun the guy around and rammed his cock deep inside him. He fucked him mercilessly and shot his load up the guy’s ass.
When he was spent, he laid the guy on the ground and
returned to his car. When he looked
back, the guy’s clothes were still falling all around him. Butch watched for a while and saw the same
silly grin on the guy’s face. There was
a steady stream of white goo dribbling out of the guys upturned ass. Butch just watched or a while longer. The guy finally stood up, but began to
shutter. He grabbed his dick and shot
off a load immediately. He staggered for
a minute, then it happened again. Over
and over, the poor guy would shutter and cum.
He started to pick up his clothes but each time he reached for
something, he’d cum again. He staggered
and collapsed, laid still for a minute then shook again.
Butch drove home. It
was still just midnight. He was so puzzled.
He couldn't make sense of the time
line. Finally, though, he went to
sleep. The next morning he turned on the
news. The big story of the morning, was
about the vice cop that was found in the park, naked and unable to stop having
orgasms. When asked what happened to
him, all he could say was, “I don’t know, but I hope it happens again.” He looked intoxicated. Then there was a story about another man whose
friends had brought him into a hospital because the same thing was happening to
him. The doctors couldn't explain it. They tried to examine the men but each time
they touched the men’s rears, the men had another orgasm.
Follow up stories about the two victim said the orgasms finally
stopped after three days. However, then asked about it, the men would just
smile contently.
Butch, who was in the reserves, had to go on active
duty. All was normal for a while, but
one night, a bunk mate walked in and took off his shirt. Butch noticed the guys beautiful body. The soldier saw him looking and made a
derogatory comment. Butch was
embarrassed and angered. He ran at the
guy, knocking him to the floor. He
stripped the soldier and rammed his cock deep into the guy’s perfect ass. When he came, the got up and returned to his
bunk. When he looked back at the guy,
his uniform was still settling to the floor.
Butch laid back on his bunk and just grinned. Other soldiers came into the tent a minute
later. Butch pretended to be
asleep. The others teased the man on the
floor. When they asked him what he was
doing on the floor, all he could do is say “I don’t know.” Then he shuttered and came all over one of
the guys. A minute later he came
again. His fellow soldiers carried him
to the medic. Three days later, he came
back to the tent. He looked at Butch and
smiled. He didn’t know why?
By the time Butch got out, he and the guy were best
friends. The guy never quite figured out
why he’d get a boner every time he was around Butch. When Butch came home, he went to the
bar. He saw his first victim. When the victim saw him, he smiled and got a
big hard on. He deserted his friend to
talk to Butch.
Butch was beginning to realize his power. He could fuck anyone, anywhere, and no one
would know. Even in public, in broad day
light, in the middle of a crowd, he could pick out a guy, strip him totally
naked and fuck his lights out. The guy
would be left in a state of pure euphoria, with an ass full of cum, having orgasm
after orgasm for days.
Butch went wild with his power. Every time he saw a hot man, he’d strike. Right in the isles of the supermarket, he hit
one poor guy who was there with his girlfriend. She told police, “All I heard was a pop and
his clothes started falling all around me.
He was on the floor with his butt in the air, with that goofy smile.”
The police, though amused, were also concerned. The only clue they had was an ATM photo that showed the Butt Bandit just as he approached a guy at the ATM. It was happening more and more, and they had
no idea how to deal with it. Butch now
could walk down the street and guys would smile at him everywhere. Butch’s mind became twisted. He wanted people to know what happened to the
victims. He started leaving them with a
temporary tattoo on their ass. It was a
big BB. The cops dubbed him the Butt
Bandit.
Sam Bottoms discovered his talent at an early age. A coach in middle school began harassing him
about his complexion as well as just about everything else. The coach told Sam to stay after school and
he’d work with him on his physical awkwardness.
Instead, the coach took advantage of him. Sam was raped. The coach told him if he told anyone, he’d be
called a faggot, and would have more trouble with the bullies than he already
had. While fucking him, the coach told
he needed the sex so his complexion would clear up. Sam knew he was full of shit, but he also
knew if he fought or told, he was dead meat.
He took it, and oddly found he liked it. Soon, he was working his ass muscles to milk
the man’s cock. One day, when the coach
was being extra brutal, ramming his cock in as hard as he could, Sam suddenly became
fully aware that he had the power to grab the coach’s cock with his sphincter
so hard that the coach couldn't pull out.
Then his colon took over milking the coach’s cock. The coach came, but couldn't stop cumming. He had no
control. Sam was milking the life out of
him. The coach started to shrivel up. By the time Sam finally let go of him, he
looked like he was sixty five, he was only forty five. He’d eventually recover, but he’d never get a
boner again.
The coach thought he’d get back at Sam. He convinced one of the worst bullies to rape
him. The bully caught up with Sam one
afternoon after school. They found him
the next day, naked, still passed out under a tree. He looked like he was sixty years old. He to eventually recovered but was impotent
from that day on.
Sam realized he’d have to learn to control sucking the life
out of his victims. He liked being
fucked but didn't always want to damage the guy doing it. He started practicing on dirty old men that
trolled the internet looking for young, not quite legal boys. Sam still looked young although the was
almost legal age.
He left most of them only aged a little but unable to get a
boner even with chemical help. Finally
though, he mastered his gift, and could give the guy the fuck of his life
without damaging him. He became very
popular in the bar circuit. He started
working out and his skin cleared. He
became quite attractive. He had to get
out of the bars and start hiding his identity.
Every top he let fuck him fell in love with him. He even had to move to another city.
News about the Butt Bandit was all over the place. Guys were wearing metal briefs that locked to
keep from being attacked by the mysterious villain. If a guy had a nice butt, he was fair game
for the bandit. As many as six guys a
day were being attacked. The hospitals
were full of men having dry orgasms. Women
were panicking. Their boyfriends were
being turned into bottoms. Some still
liked girls, but craved being fucked.
Some girls found using a dildo on them would keep them from straying,
but some didn't like it, and lost their man to other men.
Sam was getting desperate for a good fuck. He walked around town in sagging jeans,
commando, hoping the Butt Bandit would find him. One day, he almost scored when the Butch passed
him in the subway. Butch noticed him,
but had just hammered a guy on the train.
This was the fourth guy that day, and he wasn't ready for another
yet. He needed to store up some energy
or he might be too slow and get caught.
Butch followed Sam for a while but lost him. Later that night, he went to the park to
score another hot ass. Sam was
there. Butch attacked, but Sam felt his penetration,
and clamped down. Butch screamed in
pain. Sam had nearly pinched his dick
off. Sam counter attacked. His colon went to work milking Butch. Butch came, and couldn't stop cumming. Sam
sucked out two gallons of cum before Butch fainted. Sam let go of his cock and blew out the
massive load. His belly cramped as the
gallons of cum squirted out. His belly
went from bulging like a pregnant woman’s to flat perfect abs.
He picked up Butch and took him home. Butch woke up shortly after they got
there. Sam jumped on him again. He milked out another quart or two leaving
Butch weak as a kitten. Sam was spent
to. He fell asleep.
Butch waited until Sam had gone to sleep for a while, and
attacked again. Sam was caught by
surprise. Butch got in a good fuck and left Sam exhausted. When Sam woke up, his ass was pulsing. It wanted more. Sam was happy as a kid at Disney Land. He’d finally found his match. Now all he had to do was convince Butch.
He went on a search again.
Butch was on the prowl to. He hit
three guys, but left totally unsatisfied.
He really wanted Sam, but he realized he’d never looked at Sam’s
face. He’d only seen his ass. He walked for hours. Down town, he passed a really hot guy leaning
against a wall. The guy had a beautiful
face and an evil grin.
Sam saw a guy looking at him. Sam had barely gotten a look at the
Bandit. He’d worn a mask but it had
fallen off during the wild fuck in the park.
Sam wasn't sure, but the thought this was him. Sam turned and bent over. His jeans hung low and flashed Butch four
inches of crack.
Butch attacked. Sam
clamped down on his cock, but Butch managed to pull out as Sam’s sphincter
closed. “You’re him. You’re the guy.” Butch yelled.
“You’re the Butt Bandit.” Sam said.
“You ruined everything.
Now I can’t get satisfaction from anyone.” Butch complained.
“You can from me, unless raping guys is what gets you off.”
Sam said.
“It’s not, It’s just fun.
Now it’s not fun anymore. What
did you do to me?” Butch asked.
“What did you do to me?
I need you now. I can have any
man alive, but I have to have you fuck me.” Sam said.
“What are we going to do?” Butch asked.
“I guess were going to have to get to know each other, and
pray we like each other.” Sam said.
“I guess so. You want
to have dinner tonight?” Butch asked.
“You remember where I live?” Sam asked.
“Yeah.” Butch said.
“Come over about seven.” Sam said.
“I’ll be there.” Butch said.
He walked away, almost skipping with joy. Sam rushed home to clean house.
The rest of the day, all they could think about was each
other. Both guys thought about how
beautiful the other was. Butch was
getting hornier and hornier as the day passed.
So was Sam. His but pulsed in
anticipation. As seven came around he
lost interest in dinner. All he wanted
was his ass hammered by the Butt Bandit.
There was a knock on the door. “Come in.” Sam yelled. Butch opened the door. “I’m back here.” Sam called out. Butch followed the voice. As he walked back to the bedroom, His eyes
popped when he say Super Bottom lying on the bed, ass up. His clothes were still falling when he was
deep in Sam’s ass. They fucked for hours. Sam milked Butch dry. His own orgasms flowed like a water
fall. They stopped only long enough to
clean up the mess. Then they started
again.
By seven in the morning both were
dry cumming. By noon, they realized
neither one had their super powers any more.
Sam and Butch were now just two normal guys who could totally satisfy
each other. They’d never need anyone
else.
