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The sound of the television set the atmosphere in the living room, while the rest of the house remained in silence due to the lack of people who would make that place a home. Billy Butcher is a lonely man after his divorce from Becca. The only thing he had was his old dog, who slept in his bed for most of the day. He didn’t have much to say about himself; everything in his life was simple, nothing particularly relevant even though he worked as an FBI agent.
He worked in an office with subordinates he had never been interested in dealing with. There were only a few he was close to, and they weren’t a pain in his balls.
When he said that, he was thinking of one person in particular, and no, that person didn’t work in his office, but he had endured the torture of seeing him more than once: America’s favorite cunt, Homelander.
The man appeared in so many advertising products that Billy had come to think it was an epidemic, especially when Vought’s team tried to add the supes to the army. Billy knew it was complete madness that he wasn’t going to allow easily, although public opinion was different. And despite his refusals, that didn’t stop the heavy artillery from arriving at his office: the woman Madelyn Stillwell, representing the company, and along with her came the brainless doll they had created in their facilities.
It was a bitter and bad first encounter
“Oh…” was the first thing the blond hero said when they saw each other. Those blue eyes widened even more as he realized something he wasn’t expecting—he could see through Butcher with his super vision. What he said next was reason enough for Butcher to slam him against the wall, not caring that it was Homelander. “Agent Butcher, you’ve got a wasp’s nest in there.”
“This is what Vought does to people, you fucking idiot,” Butcher replied angrily, applying more pressure to his back. No one understood what was happening, how a single phrase had triggered an action of that magnitude, or why the hero wasn’t doing anything to stop it.
Behind them, Miss Stillwell was talking about his bad attitude, but Butcher only heard a ringing in his ears as he saw Homelander’s charismatic smile peeking through. He didn’t need anyone speaking so freely about his powers at this stage of the game.
Absolutely no one knew about his condition except his parents and himself. And of course he knew—how could he not? He knew he had fucking tentacles in his chest. He had always known. His parents had never kept quiet about their desire for him to be a supe. Especially his father, who constantly reminded him how they had allowed him to be injected with drugs to turn their son into a supe.
Ha, Billy as the next hero of America. What they hadn’t counted on was that the boy didn’t want to be a circus clown no matter how much they insisted. Things went downhill after that. But even so, he had learned to live with the tentacles that remained hidden and caused no problems.
It was as normal as it could be.
However, after that first terrible encounter, Homelander wouldn’t stop showing up at his office like a little dog looking for attention, waiting for Agent Butcher to appear so he could give him a reason why supes would be good for the army.
Billy was starting to believe that Homelander only wanted to drive him crazy so that some incompetent person would replace him and accept his proposal.
Anyway, that had been his life for the past five months.
Billy casually walked down the stairs while holding a considerably large box in his hands. He had left it gathering dust in his closet; he had completely forgotten about it while dealing with other matters.
Grabbing the can of beer that was on the table, he approached the television where the news was broadcasting regularly.
It had been a very impulsive purchase. He made it when he realized his life was so lonely and that his hand wasn’t enough to fully satisfy him. He had seen it in one of the ads on porn sites and couldn’t help buying it in the heat of the moment. The eye-catching object was a masturbation toy with an anatomical design. From the outside it looked like a female body made up of thighs and a torso, but what mattered most about that seductive silhouette was the hole it had between its legs.
He took it in his hands and it wasn’t that heavy; it was surely made of some soft and flexible material, like silicone or something similar. Billy wasn’t going to think too much about it. He moved the toy closer and inspected the lower part, where the realistic plastic vagina was located. Several soft, detailed labial folds protruded slightly from the tight hole, giving it a lifelike appearance designed for use. It looked so fake that he hesitated for a second about what he had planned to do.
He could still go to a bar and find someone to spend the night with.
“Today we have Homelander as our guest tonight. I want to say in advance that we are very grateful that you’re here,” the program on the television was what caught his attention. He had put on a random channel and still ended up with the smiling hero. He twisted his mouth in disgust; he didn’t want to keep being tortured even in the comfort of his own home. He was lucky the guy didn’t show up in the middle of the night with a reason why they should have him in the army.
He sat down on the armchair and thought about changing the channel, but he couldn’t find the remote anywhere and didn’t want to get up. He thought for a moment that it would be good to train Terror to pass him the remote, but even if he knew how, he was sure the dog wouldn’t do it out of laziness.
“Tsk,” he clicked his tongue and focused on what he had in his hands. He sighed in defeat, bringing one hand to his belt and then pulling down his pants. “I guess I don’t have any other choice.”
“Tell me, what do you do when you’re not saving the world? We want to know what’s behind the hero,” the interviewer asked with interest. The noisy chatter of the excited audience could be heard in the background.
“Wasting time in my office, that’s for sure,” Billy muttered without looking at the television.
“You see, keeping the city safe is a job for many people, which is why I try to give more of myself and it’s hard for me to take breaks when there’s more I can do,” he smiled charmingly. The applause from the studio audience came immediately. It was clear he loved the cameras by the way he acted with modesty in front of them.
Pure bullshit.
“The last time he spent three hours in my office,” Billy said, looking at the Ken doll face on the screen. He was a liar who deceived everyone, except him—never Billy Butcher.
He looked at the television. He wished he could tell everyone the truth about how supes were nothing but a farce from the moment of their birth. He just wanted to end that hellish company, but it was as complicated as getting proof of the drug to put a stop to their attempts to put supes in the army.
“I wish I could fuck you right now,” he said out loud, as if they were meaningless words, except Billy really meant it.
He wanted to ruin that perfect face, wanted to ruin Vought’s main brand and make him beg, make him fall to his knees and be like the rest of the humans. But that was asking too much. Maybe just fuck him until he was ruined.
He felt his cock throb at the perverse idea. Lately Homelander was someone he thought about that way. There was something hot about imagining him on his knees sucking his dick under the desk while he did paperwork. Keeping that chatty mouth gagged with something so he could have some silence.
Maybe that was why it annoyed him so much to have Homelander in his office. After speaking, the hero would stay still, waiting for his response, looking at him with those far-from-innocent blue eyes as if expecting a reward and a pat on the head.
It was always “William, what’s for lunch?” “This place is so dark, William, get better lights.” “Did you know I’m going to be on TV?”
As his mind wandered and he looked at the hero’s face, his hands began caressing the object he was holding. His fingers brushed along the legs, squeezing the soft, smooth silicone with his fingertips, then moved higher and higher until they reached the intersection where the prominent mons pubis was.
He looked at the bottle of lube he had beside him and thought it would be better to start preparing the inside. Turning the toy, he poured a generous amount into the hole until a few drops spilled out, moistening the outer lips.
While he did this, Butcher was unaware of the man on the screen whose face contracted for a second in confusion. Homelander recovered quickly, shifting in his seat with a smile for the audience, who had no idea what was happening because they were more attentive to his presence than anything else.
Butcher looked at the toy with a strange expression. He thought the hole was very small because of how the lube was overflowing. Two of his fingers spread the folds, trying to see how deep the plastic pussy was. His index finger entered and he noticed it was tight, just like a real one, and he remembered reading that the inside would be textured. It felt like opening a virgin, but it wasn’t real, so Butcher pushed another finger in without care to explore.
“Well, AH— Incredible, you’re incredible, I’m happy to be here.” The slight rise in the hero’s voice was what caught Billy’s attention. He didn’t understand why he had to be so loud during an interview. But he could notice how strange and almost nervous he looked in front of the cameras, as if they might capture something he didn’t want them to.
“About your participation in the movie…” the interviewer continued, so natural in his questions that he had rehearsed before the show. The audience in the background looked lively and fulfilled the purpose of setting the atmosphere for that night’s program. However, there was someone who wasn’t having such a good time at that moment.
The interviewee that night was doing everything possible not to stand up and fly away to… anywhere that wasn’t in front of a camera that might capture that something wasn’t right. There was a strange sensation in his lower region that he didn’t understand where it was coming from. First it was a tingling on his lips that made him shift, then he felt his entrance become wet.
He ignored it; sometimes his own fluids stained his underwear.
But then there was something he couldn’t ignore no matter how much he wanted to. The inexplicable sensation of something entering was too much and took him by surprise, forcing him to suppress his bewildered cry during the interview. Something was definitely not right.
He could clearly feel fingers—two fingers to be more exact—probing in his vagina. It wasn’t a touch like the one he usually did in his bed, where he would pull them in and out to seek pleasure. Instead, it felt as if they were examining his vaginal walls, going deeper and deeper as if trying to reach the bottom.
He forced a smile. He had to continue with the interview.
He had to endure those invisible fingers that kept pushing inside, searching for something within him and only causing him to open up more, his pussy getting wet without restraint. Homelander hoped it was just a dream, maybe a hallucination, and that it would stop as suddenly as it had started. However, more fingers joined in, keeping him open and stretched.
He really hoped he didn’t look strange on camera and that his face wasn’t too red, because he felt like his body and face were burning.
“I wonder what you’d be like in bed. You’d probably be a whiny little crybaby,” Billy said to the television as if this could transmit the message to the man on the screen. He wished it would, because he had a lot to tell him.
“I think you’re already…” the Brit said with a crooked smile as he looked at the hole, which now had a much wider opening than at the beginning—previously almost closed and very tight. Now, with the lube, it had stretched and opened as if he had been preparing a real pussy.
The texture on his fingers felt good: gummy and soft walls
With his pants already down, he simply pulled his cock out of his underwear. It wasn’t fully hard yet, but it would be once it entered the wet hole. It was a quick solution for a lonely Friday; he would only do it this time.
“Ooh…” he heard. That sounded strange, so he looked at the television. Homelander had noticed his own slip and quickly recovered. “People have the power to— ah, they have the power to do a lot. Helping each other is…”
Billy could see the glossy forehead; he seemed to be sweating, and he was the only one. The interviewer looked calm as he nodded at Homelander’s words. He could tell the hero was rambling a bit, over-answering and being redundant with the question.
It was odd. He thought that being used to giving speeches for years would mean he never had problems with his words. Apparently he was wrong.
He smiled. He was definitely going to mess with him on Monday.
He looked down and still hadn’t entered. He decided to get himself worked up first, playing with himself by rubbing his cock along the pussy and then sliding it all over the soft, dripping groin. The lube slid onto his cock, wetting it and making the friction better. It felt good, but it would be better if it were the real hero trembling and moaning with anticipation.
He was already hard enough to go in. The man smiled as he positioned himself to penetrate. He grabbed those plastic hips and pressed them down onto his cock, entering little by little, feeling the heat of those tight walls squeezing around him. He sighed with satisfaction. That was what he needed, and he still hadn’t gone all the way in.
“Homelander, are you okay?” The interviewer’s voice brought him back to reality. He frowned and wished he could turn off the television.
Before he could complain, he saw the interviewer approaching Homelander, who had his head lowered. He was squeezing his hand into a tight fist in front of his face, as if trying to keep the cameras from seeing his expression.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that I get excited talking about… this new movie. It’s an action film but… it’s… very important to me.”
That was weird, but he seemed to be the only one who saw it that way because the audience only let out a tender “aww” at their hero’s words. The man in the comfort of his home just rolled his eyes at how fake it was.
Even so, Butcher forced the toy and pushed all the way inside the vagina. He hissed at the pressure while tilting his head back. It was still very tight in there.
“Fu—“ could be heard on the television, alerting almost everyone to what he was about to say on live TV. Those two letters stretched out until he recovered with a shaky voice. “Funny! Ha-ah! For all ages… a family movie and—”
A panting smile escaped those lips, directed at the audience so they wouldn’t think something bad was happening. He was trying to make everything look fine and not ruin it, but it seemed he was reaching his limit.
Homelander was in serious trouble. It was the only thing repeating in his head while he felt something stuck deep inside his vagina, an intruder filling him completely.
Could he ask for a timeout? He didn’t think he could keep silent much longer. He wanted to remove the lower part of his suit and check what was happening down there. He felt violated — someone was taking advantage of him in some strange, ghostly way… and the worst part was that it felt good.
Oh, he wanted to gasp. He wanted to catch his breath and scream from how good it felt.
But there were people and cameras. Madelyn would be watching and he didn’t want to ruin it. He wanted to prove that he could handle a simple task like an unscripted interview. He took a long breath. He thought that William was probably watching the program. He had told him with so much excitement about this interview because it was the first one he had since meeting the agent, and he really wanted to do it well…
He didn’t understand why he wanted to look good in front of the man who did nothing but ignore him and made Madelyn angry with him. But they couldn’t blame him; he was a fun guy who wasn’t afraid to tell things to his face. He spoke to him like a normal person — even though he was superior to others — and that made him feel good.
The only thing on his mind was William. He wished he were there… he also wished he wasn’t being publicly humiliated by his reactions. He shifted, having crossed his legs shortly before in a vague and useless attempt to stop the sensation.
On the other hand, Billy Butcher watched the hero’s reactions with confusion as the man cracked on screen. Still not understanding, but appreciating the view he was getting, he began to fuck the juicy pussy.
He penetrated deeply, forcing the toy to take him and stretching the front of the fake abdomen. The silicone bulged out and his cock looked like it wanted to pierce through the material. He looked at the screen for inspiration, and just at the moment he filled it to the hilt, Homelander spread his legs and let out a husky moan. His hand went to his belly.
William stopped, still buried to the balls in the toy, but he looked at the television with suspicion. How long had the hero been acting strange? He was touching his belly as if he really felt something there… something like his cock.
He was overthinking it. He couldn’t believe he was even considering the possibility of…
He gripped the toy and moved his hips, thrusting upward with force.
“I think I’ve pushed my body to the limit… AH! Ha, God— I think I’ll take a vacation soon.” He laughed nervously, leaning slightly and avoiding touching his belly again even though his gloved hand clenched several times. “Mhm.”
Billy couldn’t find a logical explanation for the shit that was happening, but Homelander was feeling it all. He decided to stop. Taking the toy, he slid it upward reluctantly, not wanting to lose that burning, hot sensation.
He watched as the hero sighed and continued with the question he had been asked. Apparently it was the last one they would ask him before a commercial break—the first commercials after half an hour of interview. Butcher felt a pang of guilt knowing that all the time he had been enjoying and using the toy, he had been causing Homelander the same pleasure.
“What the fuck,” he pushed the toy aside onto the couch. At the same time, the music for a product ad started playing on the screen.
His body moved toward his phone on the coffee table in front of him. He didn’t think about anything; what he had in mind was to ask Homelander how he was doing. He had his number — not the one his assistant answered — for three weeks now and had never called it. Until now.
“Yes?” When he answered the call, the voice was agitated. On the other end of the line, the man was in his dressing room with his pants and underwear down around his feet, checking what was happening to him. “William?”
“Oi…” he replied. The crazy situation hit him like a train because he didn’t know what to say. Would he think he was crazy? ‘Oi, somehow I was fucking you while I was masturbating with a plastic pussy’? No, better ‘I was masturbating while watching you on TV and I think you felt it too?’ Pff, no way.
“I saw you on television,” he finally said. He heard the blond let out a breath. He glanced sideways at the plastic pussy still beside him and picked it up in his hands.
“Ah… really?” Homelander said, sounding busy. He wished he weren’t in these circumstances, leaning back in the chair in his dressing room while checking his wet pussy in the mirror to see what had happened. It felt sticky and very open. “It wasn’t my… best interview.”
“I think you had some problems, didn’t you?” He smiled maliciously. There was something about bothering America’s hero that excited him. There was no justification whatsoever for what he had planned to do, but he was still aroused and for now his only thinking head was the one down below.
“Agh! No, I’m fine,” Homelander said as the phone nearly fell during all the commotion in the dressing room. Outside, Ashley could be heard knocking on the door and asking if everything was okay. “I’ll call you later—”
“No, wait,” Butcher interrupted, and the supe fell silent. It wasn’t like William to ask for time or start a conversation. “Uh, I’ve been thinking about your reasons for having supes in the army. I saw you were having problems and thought I might be overloading you.”
He could have left the hero alone, washed the toy, and put it away forever, but another idea came to his head, one that ignored the good option. While he held the phone between his shoulder and cheek, his hands were busy with the masturbator. His thumbs ran over the plump vaginal lips, pressing in the hope of causing a reaction.
“Mmm,” he said. It seemed that without the cameras he no longer cared about holding back sounds. Billy thought it was fucking cute how he had tried to keep it together in front of everyone. “Really? You’ve thought about it? That’s good… shit.” He whispered that last part. He didn’t try to justify himself. Billy didn’t want excuses when he knew what was happening.
“Of course. I hope you have time to tell me your ideas,” Billy smiled. His thumbs sank in and pulled out, spreading the elastic pussy open.
“Yes!… yes, I do,” Homelander shifted. “First, we would help with— Ahh, with… with crime,” he said as if they were talking about simple crimes like thieves. Now he couldn’t think clearly about the scale of things. “We… the army would benefit from us— AH.”
The man bit his lip as the sensitive red tip of his cock entered the toy. He kept it there. Hopefully, just putting the tip in — and holding himself back from going all the way — he could finish and empty himself inside.
“We would be a great help!” he squealed, squirming like a fish out of water. He could feel his natural lubricant running down his thighs and soaking the suit around his feet. “We could… we could continue this later, making a list with— with everything,” he said, breathing heavily.
“Of course, you should go back to your interview,” he had no problem continuing to drag this out; he would just keep that pace and not fill him too much or the hero would cry on television.
“I have to go to the tower— I have things to do and I— I’m not in the mood for m-more questions!” the blond panted. His eyes traveled over his figure in the mirror and he saw fluids pouring out of his pussy and it opening as if someone invisible were fucking him.
For the love of— if it were translucent he swore he would find a way to kill him. But there was no one in the room, no one pressing against his body. It was only the sensation of being penetrated.
“Perfect, good night,” William said in a hoarse voice, making him roll his eyes. If they had continued, he would have come just from hearing his voice. The call ended and he began pulling up his pants to leave the hot dressing room.
When he came out he found a redhead with a silly, humble smile.
“Ashleeey— I’m leaving.” He stayed to watch how the smile disappeared from her face, just for the satisfaction of seeing her get scared. He continued on his way as best he could until he had to hold onto the wall. “Oh… it’s too m—, too much,” he whispered. His knees went weak as he touched his belly and felt a small bulge.
Homelander shook his head full of stupid ideas that were forming. Thinking he had a parasite was as unreal as a ghost fucking him. Panting and breathing heavily, he stood firm and continued walking while his entrance was being fucked hard and he could do nothing to stop it.
“Homelander… sir” was the last thing he heard before exiting through the back door of the set. The cold air felt good on his face, which was burning like a flame, but his knees kept trembling. He flew to a less crowded place: the rooftop of the recording studio.
He needed help and didn’t know who to turn to; everyone was an idiot he couldn’t trust with his… his body. He moaned in solitude, completely unfiltered now that there were no people around him. He fell to his knees and his gloves touched the ground. He began to move his body almost by inertia, following the rhythm of the ghostly thrusts that made him clench around nothing, but feeling everything up to his cervix.
His clit throbbed. He felt the need to get on the floor and rub like an animal. He felt close; they had been playing for more than half an hour and his pussy had soiled his suit with his fluids and stank of his vaginal fluids. Even so, he held back. He had to be strong. He couldn’t let himself be defeated—
“Oh God, yes! Pleaseeee,” he moaned until he was whimpering sharply. He raised his head to the sky, begging for mercy and forgiveness for whatever he was being punished for. The thrusts became faster and hit his sensitive spot, taking him to total ecstasy.
Homelander’s body trembled, swearing he felt as if something was filling him, but he focused more on the strong aftershocks of his orgasm. He felt his underwear getting wet because of it.
“I need help,” he said to himself. It had stopped now, but he didn’t know when it would happen again. He stood up and took off flying toward the tower.
He ruled out any of The Seven because they would look at him like he was a freak or wouldn’t be able to give him a sensible answer. He thought about Madelyn, but he didn’t want to talk to her about the subject and they weren’t on good terms, especially after how that night’s interview had gone.
Then… William?
He shook his head. It was… it was impossible to tell him something like that. He took a deep breath. He would have to explain the problem to him, what he was feeling, that he had come in his pants and he would see…
He couldn’t imagine how the man would react. He thought that maybe he would shut him up and be the voice of reason, as he always seemed to be when he wasn’t ignoring him.
He had always seen him as a sensible man, a bit rough, but level-headed. And with that, he made a decision.
“Oh—NONO,” he said in mid-flight, moving his hips upward as he felt something surrounding his clit. It was so direct that his nerves jumped and it gave him tingles. He began to moan in the air, thinking it was some kind of conspiracy to kill him mid-flight.
Stabilizing himself in the air, Homelander looked down at his lower region and shifted uncomfortably, squeezing his legs together like when it itched down there, except now he felt as if they were sucking on his sensitive clit and then bruising it directly in all his nerve endings. When he touched himself he usually did it higher up because it was very sensitive; now they were touching his button directly, making him shudder in the air.
He needed to reach a stable place or he would fall somewhere in the city.
He tried to think and recognize where he was. It was difficult when his legs were trembling like earthquakes as he felt the imminent orgasm forming. He hadn’t recovered yet; he wasn’t made to endure so much so quickly. He whimpered, looking around the sky for a place to land.
He felt them sucking hard, licking desperately, and then sucking again as if it were thirsty to drain him. Anxious to make him get even wetter.
The hero reached the terrace of a building and crashed into a pile of chairs because his legs couldn’t hold him and he staggered until he fell to the ground. He couldn’t worry about his surroundings when he came again. He raised his hips toward the sky, his thighs trembling under the suffocating suit.
He shook his head several times, his head spinning. The hero’s hair was a mess with several strands falling onto his forehead. Looking at the sky, he thought it was over, but soon he felt a strong pain spreading down there; they had spanked his pussy.
—
“Ahhh, pleaseee,” the hero whispered when he finally landed — a nice way of saying it when in reality he fell crawling and dragged himself across the grass — in the backyard of Agent Butcher’s house. Of course he knew where he lived; he knew that information about the people who mattered to him. Besides, he had planned to visit him to bother him about the subject of… well, none of that mattered now.
He crawled like an animal. He no longer trusted his trembling legs, but he wiggled his ass as he felt his pussy tingle. Again that sensation of someone licking his cunt; this time he felt the roughness between his thighs as if it were a beard.
He could only think of William. He wanted help; he needed it.
He managed to stand up with great effort, holding onto the door handle — and he was lucky not to break it — and standing like a newborn animal with no confidence in his lower limbs.
The door leading to the backyard had glass, so he could see the man. He let out a sigh of relief. However, he saw something that left him surprised.
‘It’s… a pussy?’ he thought, squinting his eyes to see in the distance an object that gave him distrust. He thought his eyes were mistaken, but they weren’t. It was one of those toys that, to his bad luck, he knew The Deep had.
It was a long story of rummaging through things that were none of his business.
He saw how the man rubbed the toy with his finger; it was the clit part, and suddenly he felt the same thing in his vagina. It couldn’t be…
WAS HE CAUSING ALL OF THIS?
“WILLIAM BUTCHER,” he said, his heart pounding hard in his chest. This time he did break the handle to enter the house after what he saw. As soon as he realized he was half-naked, he kept walking toward the window so he wouldn’t look at him. “You’re… pull up your pants.”
“The last time I checked, I was in the comfort of my own house,” Butcher said, standing up from the couch and pulling up his pants as he had told him. “I have to confess something to you before you start complaining… yes, in some strange way, everything I do to this pussy, you feel it,” he said with a sigh. He handed him the toy, which was still used and dirty after he had finished inside it.
“This… how you—”
“Look, I didn’t know until the commercials started,” he raised his hands innocently, as if that were enough to believe him when he had been playing with Homelander for a long time.
“Oohhh but you kept doing it, idiot. Do you know how I got here? Stopping every time I felt like I was about to come mid-flight,” he said, raising his voice.
“Consider it revenge for having you in my office every week,” he smiled to his face. Homelander wanted to get angry, but he only clenched his fist. It didn’t matter; William wouldn’t be afraid of him doing something to him.
“But this… how did you do it?” he asked, looking at the object in his hands. He rubbed his fingers on the outside and felt the same thing in his body. He shuddered. He saw semen coming out of the hole. It seemed that was what he had felt when he was being filled.
“I don’t have voodoo powers, I didn’t plan this. It somehow happened.”
They locked eyes for a long moment, one glaring with anger and the other utterly carefree. Though they had grown familiar from seeing each other so often, they remained strangers to the attraction pulling them together. They were always fighting the urge to surrender to that unknown feeling.
“I’m going to bathe in your bathroom,” he said, looking him in the eyes while he took off his cape and left it on the sofa. He was at William’s house; somehow he wanted to stay there longer.
Besides, he wanted to get rid of the smell of sex and get comfortable. He was sure that he had gotten wetter than he should have under his pants. Somehow he was relieved to know that he had stopped.
“Are you coming to my house uninvited and showering in my bathroom like it’s your own?” he heard Billy say when he was halfway up the stairs. He stopped to look at him.
“Let’s not talk about who gets into places uninvited,” he said annoyed and went up the stairs, stepping heavily. When he reached the upper floor, he stayed looking angry as if expecting William to reply. In the face of the silence, a smile bloomed on his face.
It was something stupid; everything between them was stupid and he was surprised that he had continued even after knowing what he was causing with that toy. Thinking that he had had William inside him only made him shudder.
He entered the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water, then removed his supe suit — which he already found uncomfortable — and made a face as he took off the bottom part along with his underwear, which was soaked. He left his things in a corner and got into the water that welcomed him gladly.
He let out a sigh as he was completely submerged in the water. The stickiness on his thighs had dried and now he could finally get rid of that sensation.
“Ah… finally,” the man said as he began to clean himself. It wasn’t like being in his own apartment in The Seven’s tower with all his hair care products — William seemed to only use three-in-one shampoo and he wasn’t going to use it and risk his hair — but it was fine. Now he was fine; that was the only thing that mattered.
There was a knock on the door and he startled in his tranquility. William entered without waiting for confirmation.
“Hi…” the blond said with a smile. He looked triumphant. It was as if he had won by inserting himself into that agent’s life after bothering him for weeks. “What are you doing here? Did you come to scrub my back?”
William looked at him completely without a shred of decorum. He could see what was under the water and the hero’s smile trembled. He had never been naked in front of anyone else and he felt terribly exposed.
“I just came to wash this,” he showed the masturbator in his hands. Before Homelander could protest anything about it, Billy carefully inserted two fingers into the plastic vagina and emptied the contents into the sink.
“William… please,” he moved his hips at the ghostly intrusion of fingers — William’s fingers cleaning him deep inside.
He saw how the man took the shower hose and aimed it directly at his hole. The jet of water shot straight into the hole from which the last of the seed flowed out. He felt it all down there and gave a little jump. He felt the pressure inside him and also felt it on his clit when he moved it higher up. He moaned without holding back, trying to escape from it, but it wasn’t in his hands.
“Homelander, I’m not done yet—”
“John, my name is John,” he said breathlessly. The brunet just smiled.
“I’m not done cleaning you yet, princess.” The nickname made the man’s stomach flutter. John didn’t believe his words because as he inserted his fingers he could see they came out clean with no trace of semen. John got out of the tub as best he could and approached William, who didn’t seem to hesitate in his actions. He kept teasing him through that toy.
“Enough…” he moaned, pushing him against the bathroom wall.
Both felt like they had been like this before, just like the first time they met. Their breaths mixed in the silence and the short distance was suddenly closed by Homelander. They kissed, letting themselves be carried away by weeks of tension where now they were doing something about it.
He felt William’s hands grab him firmly by the waist and he immediately knew that was what he had been looking for from the beginning, to feel him on his body.
“Let’s go to my room,” the man said, guiding him to one of the rooms upstairs.
They walked until they reached the bed where they fell and continued kissing as if their lives depended on it. John climbed on top of Billy, sitting comfortably on a hard bulge against his bare ass. However, he looked with contempt at what the other man still had in his hand.
“Seriously, put that down,” he tried to snatch the object from him, but couldn’t. “Before I leave, you’ll have to give it to me.”
“Ha, as if that’s going to happen. This way I could punish you whenever you bother me in my office. Or wouldn’t you like that?” He smiled as he felt John shudder. Of course he would like it. “I could lick you until you can’t take it anymore or leave my cock inside you for hours.”
The blond closed his eyes, inhaling sharply, imagining the possibilities. He didn’t notice when William brought the object closer to his mouth, but when he realized it, he reacted quickly.
“Stop! Do it here if you want to fuck me so badly!” He managed to grab the toy in his hands and moved up until his thighs were close to William’s head. But he quickly regretted it. He had never done that with anyone, had never exposed himself like this, but here he was, with his pussy exposed in a man’s face. He tried to maintain his facade of confidence, and he was also thinking about backing out.
“It’s okay, princess. You deserve it,” he said confidently and grabbed John’s thighs to pull him closer to his face. The blond gripped the sheets tightly.
It felt incredible, maybe even more than that, but right now words weren’t something he could rely on. He grabbed William’s hair, tangling it between his fingers and moaning like a whore as that tongue slid everywhere and then pushed inside, penetrating his sensitive pussy.
But without a doubt the best part came when he sucked on his delicate clit —previously abused mercilessly— and then licked it before sucking on it again.
Billy devoured like a starving man; this was much better than all that plastic shit. John had a nice unshaven pussy that dripped salty—it was a complete delicacy to savor, and he couldn’t stop. He pulled him closer with his hands. John had a soft body, nothing like the suit that simulated muscles where there were none. They would definitely repeat this in the future.
John’s entire body trembled, his milky and soft thighs closing even tighter around William’s head —he was glad William had Compound V, so he wouldn’t have to fear hurting him— rubbing against his face to chase the pleasure that arrived like a wild wave, taking him to orgasm in just a few movements. His eyes turned red when he came and he had to close them before he shot a beam somewhere in the room.
He looked at William; his eyes looked voracious, as if he was ready to push him to the limit. Then he gripped his legs firmly and kept eating him out.
“Let me, let me— I’m gonna cum!” He tried to push William’s hands away, but he couldn’t do it in time. He came hard, splashing the man’s mouth and face with his juices that squirted out in streams. “Ugh… ah,” he gasped, pulling back and touching his sensitive pussy, feeling it throb.
“You taste good.”
He needed a few minutes to recover. During that time, he felt William’s warm hand rubbing his ankle and leg, waiting for him as long as he needed. When he was finally ready, he sat up on the bed and looked at the agent’s tented pants. He didn’t waste time unbuttoning them and freeing him.
“Let’s do it,” he demanded in a whisper. He was nervous; it was his first time —a bit old for it to be his first time with someone else, but he had deprived himself of many things by being Vought’s experiment. This time he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity— that it wasn’t with one of his toys.
The man gave him a smile and stood up. This time John was the one comfortably settled among the pillows. He looked impatient and nervous.
“Let’s see what we have here,” he said in a husky tone. He pulled John’s legs closer and looked at the red, wet pussy in front of him. It was clear he had taken good care of it. When he ran his fingers over the clit, John practically shrieked and tried to close his legs. “Easy, John,” he said calmly. John breathed several times before nodding.
He aligned his cock and pressed the head against the supe’s hot hole, sliding in easily into a burning, incredibly tight environment that made every second count. He was so sensitive that he wouldn’t last long. William was sure that after the activity from an hour ago, he would be in the same state.
He delighted in the view of their joined bodies. He would never have thought his Friday night could end like this, and if someone had told him months ago that the two of them would end up in bed together, he wouldn’t have believed it either. But it was happening. The broken, panting moans and the frantic rhythm of their bodies moving in sync were enough to make him growl. The desperate edge of orgasm was palpable. Billy watched the hero’s burning figure falling apart on his bed. Shit, he was close.
“William, I already did it so much… I can’t,” his pussy clenched with pleasure while John had tears in his eyes.
“Come on, you can, princess,” he smiled at him and helped by slowly rubbing the sensitive clit, making him move like crazy when he did it shallowly. John shook his head, but it was clear he was succeeding; he was reaching orgasm again that night.
John arched his back, his head falling backward as his hands gripped Butcher’s tightly, desperate to feel every pulse as the man spilled deep inside him. Billy had a perfect view of those crimson pupils flickering lazily. He watched as John collapsed onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, trying to regain his senses.
He slumped down beside John, who was struggling to stay awake. Billy felt himself being hugged as John made space, curled up against him, and closed his eyes as if making sure his human pillow wasn’t going anywhere. Butcher watched the hero breathing peacefully at his side and knew that it would now be much harder to get rid of him at work.