I think we’ve all thought about, at one time or another, what it would be like to have super powers, which power we would choose. I know I used to. However there is one thing missing from all of the day dreaming, comics and super hero movies, a super sex life. Think about it, none of the superhero movies have super hot sex scenes. Most, depict the hero actively trying to avoid the opposite sex. There’s a reason for that, super powers make it nearly impossible to have any kind of a sex life at all, super or otherwise. I used to have an amazing sex life. Before I had super powers, when I was just a normal guy in the Marine Corp. I had women all over the world, sometimes two at a time. Then, the accident happened, I was stationed at a top secret government research facility. I don’t even know what they were researching, one of the scientists tried to explain it to me once, but I hardly understood a word of what he was telling me. I’d ask him to explain it to me again, but I am the only one who survived the explosion.
My memory of the whole thing is fragmented, I only remember bits and pieces. All I know is, I reported for duty that morning as usual, took up my post at the gate, and woke up in a hospital six months later. The doctors all told me there was no way I should have survived, let alone recover from my injuries. They said, if I was lucky, I might regain some use of my arms, but I would never walk again. They painted a pretty bleak future for a young active guy like myself.
They were wrong, not only, did I make a full recovery, but I became stronger than I had ever been. Actually, I suddenly had the strength of twenty men, could run faster than the fastest sprinter, and was virtually impervious to injury. The doctors were astonished and subjected me to test after test in order to explain what had happened. All to no avail. Since there was nobody that worked in the facility still living, they had no idea what I’d been exposed to or what effects it might have on me in the future. The general consensus among the doctors was that, although whatever I had been exposed to was responsible for my miraculous recovery and new found abilities, the resulting mutations in my cell structures would, most likely, also result in an eventual equally rapid cell collapse and painful demise. Well, that hasn’t happened, at least not yet. In fact I have continued to gain strength over the seven years that have passed since the accident.
Everything was great, at first, I was reassigned to a secret agency responsible for carrying out only the most sensitive and dangerous missions. I was the nation’s secret weapon, and I was good at it too. Though, it didn’t take long to discover the downside of my new powers, I couldn’t make love to a woman without seriously injuring her. You see the same abilities that made me a superhero, were also impossible to control while in the throes of passion. For one thing, the same properties that made my flesh impervious to knives, swords, bullets, and pretty much everything else, also basically turned my penis into a deadly weapon capable of puncturing human flesh and crushing bone. Secondly, things would start out fine but, as my passion built, I was unable to control the speed and force of my thrusting, resulting in major injury to any unlucky partner. Unfortunately, I only discovered this fact when a cute little nurse climbed into my bed one night in the hospital. She did eventually walk again but, was too traumatized to ever have sex again, poor thing.
Being unable to make love to a woman was devastating to me, as the accident had also greatly increased my already high sex drive. My only option was to take matters into my hand, which came with its own perils. Not only did I now have super speed and super strength, but I also had super orgasms. Whenever I reach climax, gallons of semen blast from my turgid member with the force and velocity of a cannon blast. Luckily I wasn’t with a partner when I discovered this, otherwise I might have killed someone instead of just putting a hole in the ceiling of my hospital room. The guy in the room above got quite a rude awakening though. It was also a bit of an embarrassment to explain what happened when security rushed into my room looking for a terrorist.
After leaving the hospital, I met a beautiful woman that was almost perfect to me. She was smart, funny, beautiful, and fun to be with. I managed to avoid getting sexual with her for a while, but inevitably I had to explain what happened to the nurse. It didn’t scare her off though, and she was determined to find a way for us to have a physical relationship. The best I could do was offer to pleasure her orally. An offer which, she was delighted to accept. In the course of performing this act on her, I found my new powers to be quite helpful, as the speed with which my tongue flew over around and into her sex, brought her to orgasm rapidly and repeatedly. By the time I stopped, she was completely exhausted and unable to move.
After our first few sessions together, she felt she needed to do something for me in return and insisted on giving me a hand job. I reluctantly agreed, warning her to stay clear of the danger zone when I reached my peak. I dropped my pants and she proceeded to manually stimulate my organ as our lips and tongues twisted together. As I felt my testicles draw up and my tool swell, I hollered for her to stand clear. Unfortunately, instead of standing clear, she looked straight down just as I erupted.
Once the bandages came off, and the swelling went down, she was still pretty, even with the eye patch. I tried, but she always nervous around me after that and our relationship fell apart.
My new assignment with the government gave me a lot of free time with little to do. Which, left me perpetually horny, thinking about all of the sex I would be having, if only I could. I desperately needed something to occupy my mind before I went crazy. I started going to the gym and whenever that guy, you know the one, tries to draw everyone’s attention to how much he is lifting, would finish his set, I would walk over, pick up the bar with one hand and ask, “You done with this?” That was fun for a while, but soon grew old.
I took a few art classes and started painting. That didn’t help, I just ended up painting pictures of sexy nude women and twisted orgy scenes. A friend suggested model railroading and took me to a train show with him. Soon, a detailed model railroad layout, complete with tiny brothels, miniature street walkers, and orgy scenes, filled my entire basement. Obviously that wasn’t keeping my mind off of women and sex. Then I had a brilliant idea, I had the powers of a super hero. What I needed was a secret lair, a cool car, and appropriate super suit. Probably, a super hero name too, I wasn’t really concerned with that. The secret lair and car was what I really wanted.
Being a highly valued government operative, I was able to persuade the agency to provide funding and high tech gadgetry for my “Secure Base of Operations," but not the car. They did however, agree to provide me with a fully armored Hummer.
My little project’s funding came from a special black ops fund which meant, there was none of the usual red tape and oversight attached to government funding. This allowed me to build my lair any where, and any way I wanted. I found the perfect spot, fairly isolated on a mountainside overlooking the city below. I brought in a crew of hard rock miners to tunnel into the mountain and carve out chambers for a workshop, command center, garage, and living quarters. It took nearly two years to complete the digging. After that, it took another year, doing most of the work myself, to complete. Once finished the large vehicle entrance was undetectable when closed. The only sign that any construction had occurred on the site, was the unassuming house that I constructed around the upper entrance which, was hidden behind a false wall in a closet.
The project had been a lot of work and had helped distract me from thinking about the sex that I couldn’t have for three years. Now that I had a fully equipped shop to work in, it was time to build my super hero car. Over the next year, with the help of a mechanic friend, and a couple of NASA engineers, the Hummer was transformed into a high tech, high powered, badass armored superhero mobile. We also made a few modifications to my old Harley, making it a high tech super machine as well.
The guys at NASA also helped me out with a true super hero suit, complete with lots of high tech gadgetry. It looked really cool and, though not quite indestructible, could withstand most anything I was likely to encounter. All I needed now was a name. You would think a name would be the easiest part of becoming a super hero, you would be wrong. It seems, most of the good ones are taken and one thing I don’t want to fight is a trademark infringement suit. Even super heroes fear lawyers. I spent weeks trying to come up with a good name, it kept me up at night. Finally, I settled on Night Wolf, for no reason in particular, other than wolves are pretty cool and it sounded better than anything else I could come up with.
For a little over four years, the project had kept my mind occupied and distracted me from my sexual desires. Now, it was complete and I was right back where I started. I began patrolling the city at night intent on being a real super hero and fighting crime. The thing is, it’s a lot harder to catch criminals in the act and save the day just in the nick of time than the movies would lead you to believe. Also, super villains just aren’t all that common either.
I pretty much spent every night, sitting in the worst part of town, waiting for something to happen. It hardly ever does, unless you just happen to be in the right place at the right time. I did manage to stop a convenience store robbery and some teenagers who were about to vandalize a playground. Other than that, I sat in the Wolf Mobile, watching hookers and wishing I could bang one, or all, of them.