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A Super's Privileges

For Nihulus

By Draconicon

Varis trembled as he walked through the long hallway linking the entryway of the Heroes' Union chapterhouse to the boss's office. It was barely wide enough for three people to walk together, just enough for some of the really big supers to pass through, and he was all too aware of how close to shift-change it was for the 'good' supers of the city. They were going to be quitting, leaving their offices, heading out of the building and heading home for a while as the night-shift came on. He still hadn't done his job, either.

The young deer kept shaking as he took one step after another, the natural nervousness of anyone around a super ramped up to a ten just from the fact that he was in one of their headquarters. Liaisons like him took their lives in their hands every time that they came into one of the union chapterhouses, mostly because the 'heroes' were a little too free with their powers, using them on each other and on the property without thinking. More than one liaison had been sent to the hospital as a result of getting zapped or burnt or otherwise injured, and the city had more than once asked the supers to be a little more responsible about it.

The response was always the same. As long as the supers had power, they were going to use it as they saw fit, and if the city didn't like it, then they could just deal with the villains on their own. The city always caved.

Varis's hooves clicked softly as he walked along, his hands clenching the brown-colored folder with the various papers that the local chapter head had to sign. Just had to go to the head office, get them signed, then leave. As long as he could just get that done, he'd be fine. That's all he had to do. Easy. Easy.

Click.

Varis yelped as the door in front of him opened. Oh, god, one of the supers was leaving early, and he was in the way. The deer tucked the file folder under his arm, waving his hand.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll get out of - oh god..."

He broke off, staring at the tall wolf that twisted to face him. Gray-furred and nearly naked aside from a thong that was stretched far too far for Varis's liking, the wolf was broad-shouldered and heavily muscled. Sure, there was a gut there, too, but it was the sheer size of the other male as well as his state of undress that had the deer frozen in place. He mouthed words that might have made sense if he had the air to speak them, but he had been shocked to breathlessness.

Then the wolf grinned, showing every fang in his mouth at the same time, and he trembled from head to toe. He knew that look. Every liaison in the city employ knew that look. It was the expression of a super that knew what they wanted and planned to take it right then and there.

And he could. Varis was a civil servant, and the wolf was a super. They could do what they wanted to him, and he had to take it.

"I...I..."

"Heh. Deer."

"Y-yes, sir?"

"Get over here. And take your pants off."

Oh no...

He briefly considered running, but it was a single, long hallway back to the entryway, and even if he made it outside, there was no guarantee that this wolf wouldn't chase him right down the street and have him anyway. When a super wanted something, then they got it. Some took it as payment for the work that they did for the city, some did it because they could. Some did it because they were selfish and believed it was their right. As far as Varis was concerned, it all boiled down to them doing what they wanted as they wanted, and all because they had powers that others didn't.

Mendalathel, his brain finally said, catching up with what was going on and giving him the wolf's super-ID. Super-strength, stamina, and endurance.

There went any thought of outrunning him. His cheeks burned. He...he was stuck. He had to -

"I said, over here and pants off. You're fixing this for me," Mendalathel said, gesturing down at his erection.

It wasn't that big of an erection, either. Six inches. Varis was that large while soft, but that didn't matter. He was in public. He wasn't...he wasn't...

Whether it was his prey nature or the fact that he had been conditioned out of fear to obey the supers of the city for his own wellbeing, he took a step forward, then another, and another, until he was standing right in front of the gray wolf. His cheeks burned hotter as he reached up to his waist, pulling at the button of his slacks before undoing it. His zipper went down, and his underwear followed.

His only relief was that his shaft remained soft, hanging down between his legs rather than standing up. The wolf looked down at it, sneering.

"Prey knows where it belongs, hmm?"

"...Yes, sir."

"Turn around."

He knew what was going to happen. There was no way he could guess anything else would happen to him right then and there. Yet, he still had some hope. All would be okay, save for an ice pack on his asshole later, if Mendalathel would just do this quickly. If he could just get it over and done with before everyone else came out -

Varis yelped as he was lifted off the ground, his hooves leaving the floor and his legs held spread. His cock hung down, brushing the stiff shaft between his legs, and he yelped again as he felt the thick tip rubbing between his cheeks.

"W-wait, you aren't just - ah!"

The deer gasped for breath, his eyes going wider than ever as he felt the tip of that cock going in. Not quite dry, but not nearly wet enough, either, making him feel the friction that came with it. He bit his lips, trying not to scream, trying not to draw attention. The super held him aloft with ease, holding him around the upper legs and slowly lowering him down.

Due to the fact that it was going in dry, he felt everything. Every little thing that could be felt, from the stiff tip to the veins along the rest of the shaft, all the way down to the base. Six inches felt like a whole lot more when it was going in without the benefit of lube. The wolf leaned in, growling softly.

"Feel that, little prey?"

"Mmmph...y-yes, sir."

"You're going to feel a lot more. I bet you we can get that little prick of yours up and throbbing."

It was bigger than the hero's, he knew that much. He knew that if it got hard, he would have at least four inches on him. But he didn't say that. He just nodded, whimpering as he felt himself getting dragged up and down, the humiliation of being used like some sort of fleshlight getting stronger and stronger the more that he was moved along that shaft. His hole slowly opened up, getting used to the feeling of being penetrated, and -

"Nnngh!"

Then it was hitting his prostate, and he really felt that. His eyes went wide as he started getting pulled up and down faster than ever, his eyes all but bugging out of their sockets as each bounce ground against that little button in him, making him shiver, making his cock twitch, making him let out little moans.

Oh no, oh no...

The pleasure wasn't wanted, not in the slightest, but Mendalathel chuckled. One arm kept him suspended as the other reached around, fondling his rising cock.

"See? You needed this, too. Now, keep up the service, and maybe you'll cum before me."

And acting as if the hero was doing him a favor. Oh, god, oh god, the humiliations just kept coming. He didn't know what to say, didn't know what to think. All he could do was stare straight ahead, his eyes going wider, his cock rising higher.

Then, he heard it. The soft click, click, click of various doors opening up. Up and down the hallway, the doors to the different offices came open, and as they did, the heroes started filing out. Various species, ranging from mice to lions to elephants, poured out of the different offices, all still in costume, and all of them rather talkative.

They all went silent as soon as they saw him. He flushed bright red as dozens of supers saw him on the wolf's cock, feeling it going deeper, further, harder into him with every bounce. He half-expected Mendalathel to stop out of embarrassment, but it was as if the wolf had no shame about what he was doing. All he did was speed up.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, each slam filling him to the brim, each pulling back dragging his ass back with it. He could feel the hard ruts hitting his prostate, making his cock throb, making him drip.

"What, is city hall sending us free prostitutes now?" one of the heroes asked.

"Heh, if they are, better get one myself. I could use a sexy ass like that on my desk."

"I think we all could."

"Hey, Mendalathel, mind if I use his mouth?" one giraffe asked.

"No. Mine. Back off."

There was no comfort in that, nothing that made him feel like he was safer. If anything, the possessive growl in the wolf's voice made him feel all the more at risk, at risk of being kept here and never allowed to leave. There were legends of some liaisons being kept by rather possessive supers, imprisoned in the chapterhouses, but that was a legend...right?

The wolf sped up, and he felt his own lust climbing, unwilling pleasure taking over. He gasped for breath, his head rolling back, his balls bouncing every time that those heavy wolf balls slammed up against them. He moaned under his breath, huffing through his nose.

"Cum, prey. Cum!"

And, against his better judgment, he did. He came, and he came hard, squirting his seed across the hallway. He splattered the wall as that thick wolf cock rubbed against his prostate again and again, forcing him over the edge. The humping didn't stop, either...not even when a large bull walked up to the pair of them and looked down at him.

"Mr. Morrison," the bull said. "I suppose we'll have to talk about this after our meeting...Perhaps as a different, more permanent position..."

The End

Summary: A poor little deer ends up getting taken advantage of by a number of rather privileged supers.

Tags: M/M, deer, wolf, various species, public, exhibitionism, anal, forced orgasm, embarrassment, humiliation, size difference, orgasm, cum, supers,