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Izuku was twelve when he met Eraserhead. He'd been walking home alone from school, kicking a rock as he took a shortcut into a narrow alleyway. He was covered in cuts and bruises and burn marks and really not in any hurry to get home. He didn't know why he even bothered, tomorrow would just be another day of hell. He was hurt by his classmates, called names, and had their quirks used on him. The teachers, on the other hand... they made him wear a muzzle and used him to show how "unevolved" quirkless were.
Someone suddenly approached him, hand reaching down and cupping Izuku's crotch. His eyes widened as he pulled away, turning to run away when he bumped into someone else. He didn't know what was going on, but he was terrified and tears started filling his eyes.
"P-please don't hurt me," he sobbed, backing away. "I-I just want to g-go home."
"Why would I hurt you?"
Izuku looked up, eyes widening as he stared at Eraserhead, an underground hero who was looking at him. He had seen blurry videos of the man fighting, but every time he saw something, it was taken down. He also was someone that the quirkless deemed as safe.
"T-they... they... they grabbed m-me and..."
"I didn't see anyone," the pro-hero told him, looking concerned. "Are you sure you're alright?"
There wasn't anyone? He turned to look, only to see that the pro-hero was correct. They were alone in the alleyway, no footsteps or any indication that there had been someone else. Had he been imagining it? No, that wasn't possible.
Eraserhead offered to take him home, Izuku nodding as he sniffled and let himself be led through the streets. They had been walking for about twenty minutes when he realized that he had never told Eraserhead where he lived. They were so far away from his home. When he tried to explain this to the man, he just said that he thought he should take Izuku to his house to clean up the wounds he obviously had. The preteen flushed in embarrassment at looking so bad, but was shocked at the idea that he would be going to a *hero's house*.
He was led downstairs to the basement, Shouta explaining that his roommate was probably asleep and he didn't want to wake them. Izuku just nodded, letting himself be led down. The basement was decorated just like a bedroom with a television, books, and a door that led into a bathroom. It looked absolutely amazing.
"Why don't you go take a shower?" Eraserhead suggested. "I'll grab the first aid kit and we can get you fixed up."
He hesitated before going into the bathroom. There were shampoo and bodywash, brands that Izuku liked and mostly used. It was such a weird coincidence, but one he didn't mind. There was also a towel waiting for him. He noticed a large bath sitting off to the side, deciding that he would ask Eraserhead if he could use it. He wanted to soak in it. He used the toilet first, gasping as he used the bidet. Something... the water was making something happen. It wasn't bad, but it was scary.
He quickly started cleaning himself, trying to ignore the strange feeling when the spray suddenly hit sprayed against his privates as he tried to spray his legs with the shower head. He bit his lip, whimpering at the feeling. It felt... it felt good, different than he'd ever felt but good.
He started experimenting, biting back whimpers every time the spray hit his vagina. He didn't know why it felt good but it did. Better than anything he'd ever felt in his life. Except maybe his mom's hugs, he really liked those unless he was covered in burns and bruises and she still insisted on hugging him. Then they hurt.
He finally finished up, drying himself off and whining loudly at the feeling of the towel brushing up against him in the same place. He was starting to get anxious about what happened. Did someone do something to him? Was that person who touched him inappropriately just invisible to everyone except their victim? He'd have to ask Eraserhead if that was possible.
He went out to bed where Eraserhead was waiting. The man motioned for him to sit down, the boy flushing darkly as he sat down, moving the towel to cover his lap. But that didn't hide the whimper when the blanket rubbed against his privates. That weird zinging feeling hit him again.
Eraserhead didn't make any comment about the whimper, probably thinking it was because of his injuries. Instead, he cleaned up and bandaged everything, including the parts of Izuku's back that he couldn't reach and was too afraid to ask his mom.
"So what's your quirk?" Eraserhead asked.
"Oh, um... I-I'm quirkless," he whispered out.
Eraserhead stared at him for a moment before saying, "That's nothing to be ashamed about."
Izuku's eyes shot up to stare at him in wonder. "R-really?"
"Of course," he agreed. "Quirkless people can still be useful, especially to heroes."
Izuku tilted his head to the side as he asked, "Y-you mean like my analysis? I like studying quirks."
"That and... other ways."
That sounded ominous, but he wanted to help heroes. That sounded amazing, especially because everyone said he couldn't be a hero like everyone always told him. Even his mom.
"H-how?"
Eraserhead tugged away the towel, making Izuku gasp in shock. He curled up, his legs coming against his chest as he felt panic rising up in him. He didn't see the hand as it moved to his vagina, a finger rubbing up against the slit. He bit his lip, trying to hold back any sounds. This was bad... adults weren't supposed to do this to kids. He knew that much. He'd never even touched himself down there before. It's where he peed.
Something pressed into his hole. It was small and felt weird, but it felt like he was on fire. Everything was hot and he was panting. He didn't know what to do or where to go. Eraserhead was a hero and he had his capture scarf. There's no way Izuku would be able to get away fom him. He felt something press against something inside of him. He cried out, his vision going white as his body shook.
He came back to himself to find that he was laying down, a blanket over him as Eraserhead cooed about how good he was. He'd done so good and made the hero so happy. Izuku could make him happy and help him by continuing to be a good boy.
He cried, burying his face in the pillow to hide himself from Eraserhead. He didn't want the man to see the tears. He felt so dirty and yucky and he just wanted to go home. He wanted to get his clothes and go back to the apartment he lived with his mom.
"You continue to be a good boy and I'll keep giving you pleasure," Eraserhead told him. "You disobey me and I'll have to punish you."
"I-I just wanna g-go home," he whimpered.
"You are home, Izuku. This is your home."
"N-no..."
"Yes, especially as a quirkless. No one is going to look for you. Your mom asked me to take you so I could help you be good."
He shook his head, his mom would never... she wouldn't ever.
Eraserhead stood up, going to a closet that was locked. He unlocked it, pulling out something before walking back over. Izuku whimpered, feeling something press against his hole again. He trembled, shaking his head as he tried to squirm away, only for Eraserhead to grab him and hold him while it was pressed inside. He felt so full. It felt weird, but it made everything start to feel hot again. Before he could react, something metal was wrapped around his waist and over both his holes, locking in whatever was inside of him. He tried to pull it off, whimpering as the thing inside of him pressed against that thing that made him see stars.
"I'll unlock it if you're good," Eraserhead said, looking at the boy. "But you have to be good for me so no more tears, okay? This is a good thing. You're going to be helping a hero."
Izuku choked on a sob, crying even harder. He didn't want to do any of this. He didn't want to help heroes. He just wanted this to stop.
He was left alone after that, unsure of how long. There were no windows, no clocks, and the television just had a streaming service so no time on it and no live channels. Okay, so it did also have herotube so he could still watch hero fights and... and it was locked on kids videos so no news or information.
When he had to use the bathroom, he began to panic. He had to pee but he... he couldn't... was it going to make a mess? He wasn't sure but he couldn't hold it. He sat on the toilet, hesitating before he finally just sighed and let his bladder go. He was surprised that there was a hole that everything came out of. It also made him whimper as he felt that same feeling as before.
When he went back out, he found Eraserhead and what looked like a bowl of... was that katsudon? Did he know? No, how could he?
"I thought you might be hungry," the man said with a smile. "Come here first and then I'll let you eat."
Hesitantly, Izuku walked forward, only to cry out in surprise as he was pulled onto the bed. He was adjusted so he was sitting with his back to Eraserhead. He could almost pretend like he wasn't in this hell hole.
"You told me you like analysis," the man said. "Tell me about my quirk."
"Y-you can e-erase quirks," Izuku said, his voice shaking. "Y-you aaaaaahhhh!" He cried out as something started happening to the thing that was in side of him. It felt so good and started making him feel warm. The feeling quickly stopped, making him whine as he shifted, trying to get it back.
"What else?" Eraserhead asked. "Focus, Izuku."
"Y-your hair," he whimpered, trying to think. It was so hard to think. "It floats, b-but I don't know if it h-has to do with your quirk."
"What else?"
"Y-your eyes," he said. "T-that's why you wear your g-goggles. Y-you have to s-see your opponeeennnt. Aaaahhhh!"
The buzzing started happening again, only this time it would stop. He whimpered and moaned as it increased. He could hear the vibrations now as his muscles squeezed around the thing inside of him. He cried out as he saw nothing but pure white.
When he finally came to, Eraserhead was wiping sweat from his face. He whined softly, trying to sit up even though it was hard. His body was like jelly and his mind was numb.
"You did so good," Eraserhead gently praised when he saw Izuku awake again. "I'm proud of you, Izuku."
Tears welled up in his eyes. No one ever said they were proud of him. No one ever said anything kind to him and if they did, they didn't mean it. It was just meant to placate him and they spoke like they were talking to a toddler. But Eraserhead spoke to him like he was an actual person.
"Let's get you cleaned up and then we can eat."
Cleaning Izuku up meant taking off the metal from around him and taking out the weird thing that looked almost like a small egg. The feeling of Eraserhead trying to get it out had made him see white all over again. He wasn't sure what it was, but he wanted to feel more. He wanted to feel good.
Eraserhead showed him two things, one of them a little bigger than the egg that had been inside of him, the other was small but they both had weird flares at the bottom. Eraserhead gently worked the first one into his vagina, Izuku panting and moaning and writhing as he did it until it sat right inside. He squeezed his legs together, moaning at the feeling of it rubbing against him inside.
The second one, Eraserhead turned Izuku onto his side for. He felt something cold and wet against his bottom, crying out as he felt the same hot sparks when something rubbed against the hole. He stiffened as he felt something try to push in, but Eraserhead rubbed him, reaching down to touch Izuku's little clitoris which caused him to relax and moan. Quickly, the thing slipped in, moving in and out and making him moan loudly. After what felt like a lifetime, it was pulled out and something harder pressed in. He whimpered as it pressed against him before going in all the way.
He was pulled into a sitting position, making him cry out at the feeling. He trembled as he was placed so he was leaning against Eraserhead. Being full like this made his head feel all floaty and fuzzy. It made him giggle.
"See?" Eraserhead asked as he fed Izuku a bite of the katsudon. "This is what it means to be quirkless. Your holes are meant to help heroes. And if you're good and help, you get to feel so good like this."
All Izuku could do was moan and whimper and lie there as he ate. He tried to talk, tried to say things, but his mind was all clouded.
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Izuku's days continued in a pattern. Eraserhead would remove the plugs when he came to wake Izuku up, usually pushing them in and out to make him moan and cry from overstimulation before finally giving him some reprieve. He would allow Izuku to clean up and he would even let him use notebooks and unlock the adult content on hero-tube so he could work on his analysis even though Izuku always had to have at least something small inside of him. When he got bored, he had comic books from pre-quirk era to read and even some Manga. He also had a game system and could play video games though none of it was online.
When Eraserhead came back in, he would question Izuku on the quirks he'd seen, though he was having Izuku focus more on villain quirks (he would sometimes change it up and ask about random heroes). If izuku got the questions right, he was rewarded with the vibrations and the white and then cuddles after they were done. The cuddles were always the best part because Eraserhead would tell him how proud he was and praise him for being his "smart dumb toy".
He had been with Eraserhead for quite a while to the point where he couldn't quite remember his life before when Eraserhead showed him a picture. It was of a woman with green hair. He looked confused, staring up at Eraserhead, asking, "Should I know who this is?"
"No, you shouldn't," came the response as the vibrators in both holes turned on and he screamed in ecstasy.
"Come here," Eraserhead ordered, Izuku quick to move over to the bed despite the jelly feeling in his legs. "We're going to play a game. You're going to tell me about quirks while I shove different things in your holes. If you stop talking, you lose and you have to go empty for two days."
Izuku whined, his pussy clenching at just the thought of being empty. Eraserhead only left him empty when he was bad. He didn't like it at all. And his wasn't allowed to touch himself so he was stuck trying to hump whatever he could to get relief. Eraserhead liked watching him do it too.
He laid on the bed as a box was picked up and set on the bed next to him. Erasherhead grinned down at him as he removed both the butt plug and the vibrator in his pussy. He whined at the removal, hands going up to tangle the metal frame of the headboard.
He thought he felt Eraserhead stick something new in his holes, but he could barely feel it. He tried to squeeze around the objects but couldn't get any friction. He was crying, unable to squeeze his legs together as Eraserhead sat between them. He answered the questions that he was asked about Endeavor's quirk through his tears. After a few minutes, the items were pulled out, Eraser holding them up for Izuku to see pens.
They slowly went up size by size, Eraserhead using anything from a dildo or a plug to a brush handle, a remote, and the neck of a bottle. Eventually Izuku had the neck of a beer bottle in his ass that Eraserhead enjoyed leaving there when he shifted, getting Izuku's attention. He stared, barely lucid as he watched Eraserhead pull his cock out, Izuku's mouth watering. He'd been trained to use his mouth on Eraserhead's cock to the point where just seeing it had his mouth watering. He opened his mouth expectantly, waiting for the cock to be shoved down his throat when Eraserhead leaned over Izuku right before he felt something shove in his hole.
It was big, bigger than anything he'd ever had put in there before. His eyes rolled back in his head as came hard. Just from that one thrust that hit the perfect spots. He could hear Eraserhead speaking to him, but couldn't understand. His brain felt like it was leaking out of his head.
He could feel whatever it was start to pull out, making him weakly clench around it. He could do nothing but lay there and clench his muscles in his pussy and ass.
"Such a cock drunk slut," Eraserhead grumbled as he fucked into the tight, warm hole. "I think from now on, I'm going to leave you in this state as much as possible. Quirkless don't need to think after all."
He groaned as he pulled up just before cumming so he could paint Izuku's face. The boy just laying there in a daze and taking it. Instead of leaving him empty like he'd been told, something new pushed into Izuku. A dildo, a mold of Eraserhead's cock he'd later find out when he was coherent. It turned out he was a size queen.
"I can't wait to ruin you," Eraserhead said, brushing the green hair out of Izuku's eyes. "You can't understand me, but I'm going to completely destroy your holes. It's a good thing I know someone who can tighten you back up after."
Written by a human in Ellipsus.