The hero's chiseled muscles strained against the tight red bodysuit, accentuating every powerful contour as he stood atop a city skyscraper, chest heaving. Sweat from his recent battle with demonic creatures soaked the fabric, clinging to his skin and exuding a potent mix of masculine musk and exertion.
Known as "Blaze," this elite superhero was, in truth, a 20-year-old athlete. Despite his youth, he was already a rare high-tier hero, hailed as the Hero Association's rising star.
At this moment, Blaze's brow furrowed as he glared at a towering pile of cargo before him—white sacks filled with shimmering, violet-pink crystals that pulsed with an eerie glow.
"So this is what those monsters have been peddling lately," he muttered.
"They call it 'Euphoria Dust,' a new drug that's hooked everyone from civilians to low- and mid-tier heroes, dragging them into addiction and depravity."
His mind flashed to the scene he'd witnessed when he stormed the monsters' underground bar to seize the stash. A group of burly men, eyes glazed with vacant lust, inhaled the powder. Their clothes were in tatters, their minds consumed by primal desire as they shamelessly stroked their thick, throbbing cocks. The air had been thick with the stench of sweat, semen, and unbridled debauchery.
Blaze's face twisted in disgust.
"This filth has to be delivered to Hero Headquarters for analysis—immediately!"
"I'm afraid that won't do, Blaze," a raspy, unnatural voice interrupted.
"Who's there?" Blaze snapped, instantly on guard. To slip past a high-tier hero's senses, the intruder had to be at least a high-tier monster.
A shadow slithered from the dark corner of the rooftop, stretching unnaturally before coalescing into a humanoid figure under the faint moonlight.
Unlike any human, its gray-black face bore only a single eye and a mouth, with no other features. Strange, swirling patterns covered the rest, dizzying to behold for too long.
"Be a good hero and hand over our goods," the creature crooned.
"Those are quite valuable, you see. And if they fall into the hands of your precious Hero Headquarters, it'll cause us no end of trouble."
As the creature's words faded, faint, sinister presences began to emerge from the shadows around the rooftop. Blaze's gaze flicked briefly to the side.
*More than one enemy? And an undocumented high-tier monster to boot… Fine, then!*
"Blaze Inferno!"
A surge of searing energy erupted from Blaze's hands. The monster flinched, stumbling back, but the blast wasn't aimed at it. Instead, it roared toward the sacks of glowing, violet crystals, incinerating them in a blaze of fire.
"Looks like your plans to reclaim this junk just went up in smoke," Blaze taunted, holding a single bag of the powder he'd snatched before unleashing his attack. Beneath his mask, his chiseled face broke into a cocky, roguish grin.
"One bag's enough for Headquarters to analyze. Makes my job a hell of a lot easier. You didn't really think I was scared of you, did you? Now, let's—"
Before he could finish, Blaze launched himself forward like a missile, his agile frame closing the distance to the monster in an instant. A blinding red light flared, accompanied by a wave of scorching heat. When the glow faded, nothing remained but a small pile of ash.
"—get to your funeral," Blaze muttered, frowning. "That weak? Guess I was being too cautious."
He turned to deal with the surrounding grunts, but that same eerie, raspy voice cut through the air again.
"Such power, such temper! Truly a high-tier hero," the monster mocked, its tone dripping with false admiration. "You nearly turned me to ash. Quite the scare!"
Blaze whipped around to see the creature reappear on the opposite side of the rooftop, patting its chest in an exaggerated show of relief that reeked of insincerity.
"Tch. Mocking me, huh? You dodged once, but you won't slip away again. Get ready for—"
Blaze's eyes narrowed as he prepared another attack. Sweat dripped down his sharp black hair, his muscular arms tensing as a swirling mass of blistering energy gathered before him.
"No, no, no," the monster cut in with a sly chuckle, interrupting Blaze's gathering attack. "I know I can't beat you in a fair fight, hero. But… what if we aren't enemies at all?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Blaze growled, his throat suddenly parched and scratchy.
*Hmph. A whole night of fighting's got even a high-tier hero like me feeling it. Time to finish this freak and get some rest.*
"Look, all we're doing with these crystals is giving humans a bit more… pleasure," the creature continued, its tone oily. "No grand evil schemes here."
"You think I'm an idiot?" Blaze snapped, eyes narrowing as the dryness in his throat grew worse. "I know exactly what you monsters are up to. Save that crap for a toddler!"
"Heh, so the hero doesn't buy it," the monster said with a mocking lilt. "But… time's about up, isn't it? Tell me, hero, can you still move?"
"What do you—" Blaze's voice rasped, barely audible, as a sudden wave of heat surged through his body. His eyes widened, and he roared, "You poisoned me? When?!"
"Poison? Oh, you wound me, hero," the creature purred, its grin widening until it split its face grotesquely. "This is no poison. It's a rare delicacy, worth a fortune on the black market—Euphoria Dust, the sacred bliss."
Its laughter grew manic. "And you dosed yourself, hero! Did I forget to mention? The powder doesn't just work when swallowed. Burn it, and you breathe it in. That was an entire warehouse's worth you torched. A pinch is enough to send a normal man into an unforgettable ecstasy. But this much? Even a high-tier hero with your stamina… well, let's just say you'll be a rutting beast in no time."
"Like hell!"
Blaze roared curses, but his towering frame had already slumped to one knee, gasping heavily. His 20-centimeter cock strained fully erect, the massive head outlined vividly beneath the skintight suit. Fluid leaked from the tip, soaking the fabric into a translucent sheen.
"No… this is bad. I've got to take them down and get back to Headquarters—ngh… ah!"
Blaze staggered forward a single step, but the moment his cock grazed the tight suit, a jolt of electric pleasure shot from his groin to his brain. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt—ten, a hundred times more intense than any handjob or fling with a woman. His eyes rolled back, mind blanking as waves of ecstasy overwhelmed him.
*My cock… fuck, it's too good… never felt anything like this… ngh… so fucking good… oh god… ahhh!*
"Well, hero? Feels like you're soaring, doesn't it?" the monster taunted, stepping closer. "Hard to imagine pleasure like this, huh? Still want to arrest us? We're not the bad guys here—just sharing this bliss with the world."
As Blaze drowned in sensation, the creature loomed over him. Its single eye gleamed with the same violet-pink glow as the crystals, bathing Blaze in a hypnotic light. Still reeling, he didn't notice his hand moving until it wrapped around his thick, throbbing cock, stroking slowly.
"Ngh… feels… so damn good," Blaze panted, "but… ah… you monsters are up to something… fuck, so good… I don't trust you… I'll… ngh… take you all down… haul you in…"
His words carried none of their usual righteous fire, faltering and weak. Worst of all, as he spoke, the large hands that once dominated basketball courts never stopped working his massive cock.
"But, hero," the monster purred, "if you drag us off, you'll never feel this exquisite pleasure again. Can you really give that up?"
It tilted Blaze's head upward, forcing him to meet its single, glowing eye. Waves of hypnotic light poured into him, eroding his willpower and clouding his mind.
"And, hero, while burning the crystals into vapor works, it's only a tenth as potent as swallowing them directly. Don't you want to try it? Just a taste?"
The creature scooped up the bag of violet-pink crystals Blaze had set aside for Headquarters, dangling it tantalizingly.
"Come on, hero. Just a pinch won't hurt. Try it, and I'll go quietly with you to Headquarters, locked up nice and tight. But to miss out on this kind of ecstasy without even sampling it? That'd be such a shame. You feel it too, don't you?"
*…What do I do? It's obviously a trap, but…*
Blaze's throat bobbed violently, sweat cascading down his chiseled jaw, past the dark stubble, and pooling on the ground. Normally, he'd reject the offer without a second thought, but his mind was a haze of pleasure. The sensation he'd just felt… if it could be ten times stronger…
"Aaahhh!"
The mere thought sent his cock throbbing wildly, spurting thick streams of cum into his suit.
"Sounds like a yes to me," the monster crooned. "Come now, hero. Open that mouth… good boy… wider… that's it. Swallow it all."
The crystals, glinting with a lascivious glow, poured into Blaze's mouth.
The moment the crystals hit his tongue, Blaze's entire body ignited with raw desire. Every nerve, every sensitive inch of skin, thrummed with bone-melting pleasure at the slightest breeze. Then, an unimaginable wave of ecstasy surged from his cock, racing up his spine and exploding in his brain. For those fleeting seconds, his thoughts shattered into blissful fragments, time itself seeming to halt in the throes of euphoria. Nothing else mattered.
"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"
Thick, white jets of semen erupted in relentless waves, some splattering across Blaze's face. Beneath his mask, his handsome features contorted—eyes rolled back, mouth slack from overwhelming pleasure, a few drops of drool escaping his lips.
It took a long while for Blaze to resurface from the haze, his unfocused gaze drifting to the bag still in the monster's hand.
"Well, hero?" the creature cooed. "I didn't lie, did I? Felt like you were soaring, right? Want… a little more? I mean, there's plenty left. Headquarters is so mighty—surely they don't need *all* of it for analysis, do they?"
Its voice was a devil's whisper, the violet-pink hypnotic light still eroding what little willpower Blaze had left—though after that climax, there wasn't much to begin with.
Blaze swallowed hard, his fading sense of heroic duty making him hesitate. But soon, his trembling hand reached out, taking the bag from the monster.
*It's fine… just a little more. There's still enough for Headquarters to analyze…*
"Ah! Fuck, it's happening again! I'm—cumming!"
*This pleasure… ngh!*
*Hah… hah… one more time. Just a bit more, then… ngh… straight back to Headquarters.*
*No, I can't keep jerking off—I need to arrest this freak… but… ah! Cumming again!*
*Fuck it. One last time…*
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"Heh, hero, you really look like a bitch in heat now," the monster sneered. "Oh, did I forget to mention? Overuse of this powder has… irreversible side effects. It fries your brain cells, dulls your mind bit by bit. And your body? It'll get so sensitive you'll barely stand it. Not that you seem to be listening anymore…"
*Ngh… who's that? So noisy… what's it saying? Ahhh… it's coming again, I'm gonna—*
*Whatever… doesn't matter. Cum… gotta cum… ohhh… my cock… oh fuck, yes!*
Under the moonlight, the monster had vanished without a trace. The rooftop was empty now, save for Blaze and the slick pools of semen scattered across the ground.
-
One week later, in an underground bar somewhere in X City.
Blaze, clad in a trench coat, blended into the frenzied crowd. Around him, bodies writhed in debauchery—some men openly stroked their cocks, others tangled together like animals in heat. A few non-human monsters mingled among them, unnoticed. Everyone was snorting the same violet-pink crystals, lost in manic ecstasy.
This was another secret hub run by the monster syndicate, peddling the drug known as "Euphoria Dust." After his failure on the rooftop, Blaze had volunteered to Headquarters for this cleanup mission, determined to redeem himself.
But beneath his coat, the throbbing, unrelenting erection that hadn't subsided all night betrayed his true intentions.
Blaze was hopelessly addicted. Since that night when he'd passed out from overwhelming pleasure, he'd been consumed by cravings for the crystals' mind-shattering orgasms. He'd tried jerking off, even hooked up with others, but normal pleasure felt like tasteless water. It couldn't satisfy him anymore.
That bone-deep, cloud-soaring ecstasy haunted him, an itch he couldn't scratch.
"Heh, hero. You're back," came the familiar, raspy voice.
Blaze's eyes locked onto the gray-black, grotesque face of the single-eyed monster. But this time, there was no fury in his gaze—only desperate, burning need.
The creature reached out, slipping its hand inside Blaze's coat to grip his swollen, pulsing cock. It stroked slowly, and Blaze's breathing grew heavy, ragged with anticipation.
"What a filthy slut you are, hero," the monster taunted. "Thought you'd just dip your toes in, but here you are, showing up in nothing but a trench coat like some perverse flasher."
A flicker of shame and anger crossed Blaze's face, but his already massive cock betrayed him, swelling even harder at the degrading words.
"Cut the crap," he growled. "I came bare like you said. Now… give it to me."
The creature chuckled, shaking its head. "Oh, our little deal was a bit more involved than that, wasn't it?"
Blaze hesitated, but when the monster pulled out a bag of violet-pink crystals, tossing it up and down, he clenched his jaw and reached for his iconic Blaze mask, slipping it over his face.
"That enough for you?" he snapped, starting to undo his coat. But the monster stopped him.
"A high-tier hero baring it all in public? Too good for just me to witness," it said with a wicked grin. "Let's share the show with our friends here."
"What—?!"
Blaze's eyes widened. This wasn't the deal. But before he could protest, the monster signaled its lackeys to cut the music and yanked Blaze onto a table, drawing every eye in the room.
"Ladies and gentlemen, attention!" the creature bellowed. "Tonight, our secret gathering welcomes an unbelievable guest. Take a good look—who do we have here?"
"Holy shit… is that… no way!"
"It's Blaze! A high-tier hero, fallen to lust like this?"
"Tch, to think I used to run from him. If I'd known he was just a horny mutt…"
The crowd below, initially stunned into silence, erupted into fevered whispers and jeers. The mix of humans and monsters hurled insults at Blaze, and for a moment, humiliation burned through him. Instinctively, he summoned his powers, a wave of searing heat rippling through the air.
"Hey, One-Eye! Is he really with us? Look at what he's doing!"
"He's faking it, isn't he? Sneaking into our base to take us down!"
"Run! He's gonna kill us all!"
The sight of Blaze's powers sent the crowd into a panic, their fear of a high-tier hero's strength overriding their mockery.
"Silence!" the one-eyed monster bellowed, quieting the mob. Turning to Blaze, it bathed his face in the familiar violet-pink hypnotic light.
"Blaze is one of us now!" it declared. "He's just a little… shy."
Leaning close, it whispered in Blaze's ear, "Come on, hero. Drop the coat. Show them proof you're with us. Or do you not want the Euphoria Dust anymore?"
Blaze had been ready to lash out, to incinerate every witness and piece of evidence in the room. But under the hypnotic glow, his resolve wavered. The promise of the crystals' ecstasy flooded his mind, mingling with the relentless ache of his unsatisfied cock, unfulfilled for a week.
*Just play along for now. Get the powder, then kill them all.*
With that thought, he slowly began to unfasten his trench coat.
"Holy shit, look at that!" The crowd gasped in unison, their shock echoing through the room.
Under the dim yellow spotlight, Blaze shed his trench coat, revealing his towering, chiseled body—completely bare. His sculpted pecs and defined six-pack glistened, but it was the massive, rock-hard cock jutting upward that drew stunned gasps. With every exclamation from the crowd, the thick head leaked more precum, dripping from the slit.
But what truly floored them was the bold, black text scrawled across his muscular frame: "Blaze Bitch." Blaze had thought the words were temporary, unaware they were etched in a special mind-altering ink developed by the monster syndicate. Once willingly applied, it bonded permanently, slowly reshaping the bearer's psyche to embody the words—far harder to remove than any tattoo.
"He's such a fucking pervert!"
"All that macho swagger, and he's this depraved?"
"Guess he's really one of us now!"
"Look at his cock twitch every time we insult him—what a slut!"
Blaze trembled with rage, but his throbbing, eager cock betrayed him, leaving him unable to argue. Under the hypnotic light and the lure of Euphoria Dust, he was starting to crave the twisted thrill of their humiliation.
"Don't mind them, hero," the monster purred. "You're doing so well. Time for your reward… open that mouth."
"Ngh… no… wait—ah! Ahh!"
For a fleeting moment, Blaze glimpsed the grim fate awaiting him, a spark of clarity breaking through. But it was too late. As the violet-pink crystals poured into his mouth, a familiar, unstoppable fire ignited in his core, surging through his veins and torching the last remnants of his heroic resolve.
"Fuck! It's happening again—I'm… ngh… gonna cum!"