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You couldn't help but look at Supes with nothing but respect and enamouration, ever since a group saved you, and your fellow train passengers, from a freak accident, all while not taking a single hit. You wanted to repay their kindness, follow in their footsteps and stand side by side with them. You hoped so badly you could, but your body couldn't fly, detonate, or control minds.
But that didn't mean that you couldn't serve the Supes in other ways.
Being an independent journalist isn't a career most would want, especially with the low pay and lack of recognition compared to older journalists, but it made you happy. You would meet Supes from all walks of life and learn about their feats and histories, by interviewing them. It didn't put you on the same level as them, but it was a position that they recognized, and hey, at least you're not a generic fan in their eyes.
You had built up quite the portfolio over the years, having interviewed prominent Supes like Monochromer the Illustrator and Shiro-tanuki. You even managed to interview the real life Captain Latvia, Ass Nazis! (He revealed in the interview that his name is Latvian for "Sharp Knife". Vought told him no, but he threatened to walk out, so they let him keep it. For his own sake, that interview was well-needed.) But all those pale in comparison to the hero you're going to interview today - America's very own Soldier Boy!
It had been surprisingly simple - all you had to do was email his manager and show her your portfolio. She was impressed and set up a date and time for the interview, and even had a cab prepared to take you to Vought headquarters. It was a dream come true, and so easy to obtain. Even as you walked inside the building, following the manager's tour of Vought, you were questioning if all this was real.
"Here are his quarters!" squealed the manager, eager to have him off her hands. You could tell from her voice that she was cautious, but relieved with your presence. "Now, remember the ground rules, and this is meant to become publicized for next week's newspaper, so it's going to have a huge impact on his career! Oh, and, by the way," her expression turned dark "Analytics have showed that our customers don't favour his...rather unorthodox attitude when it comes to talking about his accomplishments and how he speaks of his teammates. I trust that you as the writer of this article implement some....sensitivity rewriting, should it be required?"
You nodded.
"Oh man, you're a lifesaver! My boss's going to eat me alive if the reception this gets is as terrible as last time! I'll leave it in your hands, then!" she cheered, returning to her office.
***
As you entered the room, your eyes darted to the back of a man draped in a loose bathrobe, barely covering his crossed legs and bare chest. In one hand, he held a mug, presumably of coffee judging from the remaining stains.
The gaudy clothes he wore matched the rest of the room's aesthetic. On the shelves of all four walls, on his desks and anywhere else that you looked, were memorabilia and marks of hedonism, many of which corresponded with war and victory. Even then, the room was unusually spacious.
Your sudden stiffness must have alerted him, as his stare fixated on you. You then remembered that in your desperate rush to make it on time to Vought, you weren't wearing anything underneath your jacket. From how his facial expression shifted from surprise to satisfaction, it seemed like he was aware.
You tried to speak, but before you could-
"Is staring at me like that all you're planning to do today?" You trembled at the question, unprepared for how brazen he was, and within seconds of meeting you too.
"Ahaha" you laughed nervously, "your manager scheduled an interview today, and she told me that it's really importa-"
"Mmmhmm, I do recall being told that"
"I have a list of questions, and I'd like to begin by-"
"But you picked the wrong time, I'm not in the mood for that right now. Shame."
You stared at him as if he had sworn at you.
"I don't know what went through her head when she thought that it was a good idea to schedule an interview around the same time I decide to wake up...it's almost as if she had something else in mind, sending a-" he paused - "woman like you here. Perhaps we should honour her?"
He smugly grinned at his joke. "Or, is it you who's in need of pleasure, and this interview was all but a flimsy excuse so that you could experience me?"
You must have been red all over, you felt red all over, chilled by his dirty talk.
Soldier Boy had noticed you were attempting to suppress your arousal by balling your fists and refusing to look at him, your face turning to the side with your back against the wall. One of his hands cupped your wrist, holding you against it.
And then, down there -
You felt two fingers stroke it, exploring every zone until you jutted your hips and slammed your cunt into his palm, gasping and shaking from the warm pleasure. You were so deep in arousal that you didn't realise that you had already given yourself in to his dominance, nor did you notice that he had stripped you of your clothes.
"Well done, pet" hissed Soldier Boy. He slightly withdrew his fingers from your cunt. "Tell me, do you want more of me? Perhaps, even, the full package?"
"Yes, please, I want everything from you, Soldier Boy!"
He stopped in his motions.
"Is that how you refer to your dominant?"
You paused and felt a wave of embarrassment.
"No master", you replied surely.
He continued massaging your clit.
"That's more like it..." he replied, taking a breath before his next statement. "Such a well behaved girl", he cooed, as he looked into your eyes. "You fuck like a champion. Don't forget, you belong to me now. Me and me alone".
***
You were bound to the bed by ropes, your wrists and shins locked by their warmth. As the bed was king sized, each corner secured your arms and legs, though the ropes were bound so tightly that they lifted you above the bedsheets, the cold air between your back and the bed reminding you of how helpless you were. However, your cunt was still dripping from your earlier climax brought from his fingers, soaking them and leaving an obscene pool of wetness on them, which Soldier Boy approved of.
"I haven't even gotten started yet, and you're already on your knees" he laughed, positioning himself next to you. He was shirtless. "It's a shame that you didn't arrive earlier. If I knew such a desperate slut was out there, willing to submit to me so easily, I would have had you brought in and used you to relieve me whenever I'm pent up."
He sighed and began teasing your nipples, his touches quickly turning them sore. "I could fuck you until I pass out, and continue fucking you when I wake up. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, master, please, fuck me like that" you replied gratefully, arching your hips, mentally begging him to fill you up.
Instead, he licked your shoulderblades, before firmly placing his hand on your shoulder and lifting you with the other.
The ties that bound you yielded against his strength, cutting into your skin. As a supe, Soldier Boy wasn't subject to such pain.
Eventually, one of the ropes broke, leaving your right arm free. Soldier Boy, now underneath the remaining chains, had stripped himself down to his bare self, the shape and barbs of his erect cock greeting your wet, pulsating folds.
Without warning you, he gripped your sides, and pushing himself against the ropes restraining him, entered you from behind.
Both of you were horny and panting, eager to see who would climax first. Soldier Boy arrived first, and as his orgasm was impending, he held your body close to him as he released while moaning pleasured grunts. The feel of his seed around your legs caused you to go over the edge and release as well, making the sheets wetter than they had ever been.
The two of you held a comfortable silence for a while.
After a long pause, you instantly realized what you had gotten yourself into, but you didn't regret it one bit.
"Soldier Boy-"
"You can call me Ben"
"I have to...the interview..."
"I want you to stay with me"
You looked at him, surprised.
"Like I said, you fuck like a champion. Only an idiot would let you go. Come, warm the bed with me. I want to rest with the woman I love".
And that's just what the two of you did.