“Heeeeeeeeelp!” Came the shrill scream of a teenage calico, filling the otherwise quietness of the night. She struggled against a large bulky weasel, who wore a black ski mask over his face to hide his identity along with his trench coat like attire.
	“Shut up cunt.” The gruff voice of the weasel came before he backhanded her face as hard as he could manage.
	She yelped out in pain, loosing her grip on the purse as she falls to the ground. She grasps her cheek with a paw, and whimpers softly, curling into the fetal position. “Please….don’t…” she cried out.
	The weasel just laughed and started running off a few paces with her purse clutched in his grimy clutches. He stopped for a second, turning to look back at her “Stop ya crying cunt, I could of done worse to ya.” He laughed out before resuming running.
	She lay there curled up, crying as she listen to his foot steps become fainter and fainter. “Graaah!” she heard the cry form the weasel but didn’t look up, curling up tighter if anything else. A few smacking sounds, a muffled umf and a sound that resembled a can of silly string being fired off…and then the alley fell quiet. She stayed down though, frightened of what might happen to her if she even moved an inch.
	Her eyes fluttered open when she heard a soft thud on the ground in front of her. The first thing she saw was her purse lying in front of her. She slowly got up, stopping when she was sitting up right, pausing to carefully take her purse, thinking it may have been a trap.
	Once her purse was safely within her grasp she stood the rest of the way up, placing a hand on the nearby alley wall for balance. The sound of sirens soon could be heard, perhaps some passerby had seen what happened and called the police. Though that didn’t answer how her purse had been set in front of her…nor what she now saw in front of her. From a lamppost hung the weasel who had just tried to mug her. He was upside down and was covered in a whitish grey goop that kept him suspended off of the ground.
	The police soon arrived and gathered around the criminal. “Looks like his work again.” Said one officer, glancing over at the ambulance that had arrived to check out the female.
	“Yeah…eighth time this week.” The chief said in response, looking at the weasel as other police officers worked on lowering him to the ground.
	“Not sure whether he’s on our side or not….but for now I won’t complain if he helps us.” A third police officer muttered.
	The chief nodded to this. That was the general feeling on this subject, and he had men working day and night trying to figure out his identity, but still no leads have shown up. Part of him wanted his men to fail, hoping that this mysterious stranger was on there side.
	“Is he down yet? We can’t stay out here all night.” The chief called out, looking over to where a few of his men worked on getting the criminal down from the lamppost.
	“Yes sir, almost. This new solvent seems to be working better then the others.” One of the officers stated, disconnecting the last strand of the strange substance, the crook dropping to the street below him. “There…a lot easier with this stuff.” The officer says, climbing down from the metallic ladder he had been using. “All ready to go sir.”
	The chief gives a nod. “Ok then, get him into the car and let’s head back.” he says, heading for his car. A few minutes later and they where all gone, leaving no trace of what had happened besides a few trace amounts of the substance on the light post.

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	“Police state they have nothing to comment on about last nights attempted theft. They would like to reassure everyone that they are working around the clock to find the identity of this strange individual and protect everyone from harm. The young lady that was attacked last night said she did not see who saved her but that she was positive it was the same person who has been spotted briefly around town. As of yet that is all the information on the subject we have….later tonight we have surprising information about something that’s actually pretty obvious if you have half a brain…”
	The voice of the reporter continued on through the TV in the shop. The small bunch of people who had been watching the report began drifting away to there destinations in this bustling city.
	“Very odd…this fellow…” A slim cheetah says as he walks with his fox friend. “Seems strange how someone with his powers would just appear…and actually use them to help people.” He contemplated, tail swishing like a metronome as he let his mind wander.
	The fox just gave a shrug of his shoulders, standing only a few inches shorter then the six foot tall cheetah he walked with. “I find it stranger that people would be complaining about someone who’s trying to help.” He commented. Pausing briefly at a crosswalk as they waited for the light to change.
	“True…but who’s to say that he’s just trying to get rid of the competition? Making it so he can rob us blind without anyone getting to it first?” Harold the cheetah replied as they quickly crossed when the light changed.
	“Well if you think that then you could just as easily suggest the cops are doing the same with that reasoning. Plus why go to all the trouble of eliminating all the other crooks? When he could just get them all working for him?” Came the fox’s voice as they continued down the side walk. “If he was bad” He quickly amended.
	“Why share the loot when you can get it all?” Harold simply said in response. “But I guess there’s not much point arguing about it….still barely any stories about him that have been confirmed yet.” He sighed out.
	Phillip just gave a nod of his head before slowing his stride. “Well nice talking with you but I have to get to work.” He said, giving the cheetah a friendly pat on the back. “See ya tomorrow.” Was the last he said before turning and heading down a different path at the speed of a brisk walk.
	“See ya!” Harold called after him, continuing on his way down the streets. 
	The streets where moderately crowded but he still made good time, arriving only a minute before his check in time. He walked into the gym he worked at part-time. The pay was decent and the work actually wasn’t that hard, all he did was mainly janitorial work.
	He punched in and went to the boss to see what was planned for him for the day. He found the lion in his office, going over paperwork. “Sir? What would you like me to do for the day?” He asked once he was sure the lion was listening to him.
	“Eh…go operate the customizable punching bag. Still don’t know how you get the damn thing to work. No one else seems to be able to figure out.” The lion growled out. Though his voice made him sound mean and harsh at times, he was a kind and understanding boss.
	“Yes sir.” Phillip said with a quick nod of his head before scurrying off towards the stairs. The punching bag being spoken of was a prototype that his boss had decided to try out. It had controls that allowed the firmness of the bag to be adjusted by the user. Unfortunately it needed someone monitoring it at all times to make sure it worked properly.
	The thing was though that the punching bag couldn’t work, it was missing several important parts. But Phillip never bothered mentioning this to his boss; it gave him a job only he could do and allowed him to keep an eye on the news.
	As he climbed into the rather cramped crawl space leading to the equipment for monitoring the punching bag he allowed himself to chuckle. He slowly unzipped his pants as he made his way to the work station.
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	Phillip laid on his stomach, keeping an idle eye on the small computer console for the punching bag below him. His attention was more focused on the also small TV set next to it. One of the perks of this job was that he was aloud to use the said TV to pass the time, providing he didn’t let anything go wrong with the punching bag. A soft murr emanated from his throat, shifting a bit as he watched some new reality show that he really couldn’t follow and was only watching because of how few channels this TV got.
	Without warning the show he was watching cut to a color test screen before changing again, bringing up a news channel just as fast. The logo in the lower right corner indicated them as Upper Story news.
	“We are interrupting this program to bring you this important broadcast.” The female hyena said in a calm even voice. “Just 20 minutes ago the first national bank of Taram City was attacked and is currently being held by a group of thugs who are making steep demands for the safe release of the hostages along with all the money in the bank.” she paused to take a piece of paper from someone off screen.” We’re getting an update… it seems the thugs are being lead by none other then the notorious Mr. Bluballs. This evil villain seems to have broken out of the cities state of the art prison for super villains without anyone noticing!” She stated in surprise.
	Phillip just watched in shock. Mr. Bluballs was a wicked fiend that had came close to brining the entire city to its knees on several occasions. What bothered Phillip the most was that this wasn’t standard for the villain. He rarely went to jobs like this, preferring to let his henchman do the work.
	The fox pondered over this only for a second before letting out a sigh. No matter what the reason for Mr. Bluballs being their in person he still had to stop him. He hit a few switches on the small computer in front of him, causing the machine and punching bag to display an out of order message on its screen. With a soft grunt he arched his back up and slowly backed up, pulling his penis from a hole in the ceiling that measured up to 6 feet in length and foot in diameter. Once out of the hole it quickly shrunk down to a more reasonable size. The hole was what the normal punching bag filling was supposed to be in, but his way tended to be more fun for him, and the only way he could reliably control the punching bag.
	Zipping up his pants he rushed to his bosses office and quickly slipped in. “Sir the punching bag is on the fritz again.” he said, panting softly for effect.
	“Uhg, not again.” he said with a groan. “Suppose I should expect this from new technology though.” He said as he reached for the phone. “I’ll call the technician to come over and fix it…again.”
	“Yes sir…um I think I’m going to take an early lunch if that’s ok with you.” He said, trying to keep himself from jolting out the door.
	“Sure, go ahead.” The lion absent mindedly said as he dialed the number for the makers of the punching bag.
	“Thank you sir.” Phillip was out the door with the last syllable out. He quickly clocked out, slipping in between several people as he darted out the door.
	Phillip had used the program for making the punching bag go on the fritz more times then he could remember already, and fortunately for him no one had figured out his ruse. This gave him easy opportunities to get out of the gym quickly.
	After running several blocks he finally spotted an alley that was empty and had enough cover to hide momentarily in without being noticed. He quickly slipped down the alley, getting behind a dumpster half way down the path.
	As usual he changed in record breaking speed, tucking his normal cloths under an empty box. With that he was clad in his heroes outfit. The full body part was a reddish orange, his boots where a navy blue and his gloves black and a dark purple cape rested on his back. His mask was also orange, a black eye mask covering up his eyes. On his chest a picture of a throbbing erection with a strand of semen coming from it and forming a circle around the shaft. Finally there was the dark purple underwear on the outside of his costume. From this underwear his own erection stoops up proud and hard, a foot even and 2 inches around.
	Slowly looking himself over to make sure nothing was crooked on him, tugging at few creases out here and there he struck a heroic pose in the alley. “Now let’s see here….” He muttered as he pulled out a small book from behind his back, the words “Heroing 101” in gold letters on it. “Rule 3245, hero must travel to the place that he shall be heroing at in either a fancy vehicle or by a super human way…right…right, knew that.” Though having been acting as hero for this city for well over a month he still referenced his handbook to make sure he was doing things properly.
	He glanced at the entrance of the alley to make sure no one was looking his way before grasping his shaft in a paw. “Ok, here we go…” His shaft started to swell and grow until it had tripled in size. “On five….one…two…three…”He began stroking his shaft furiously as he hit three. “f-four….”He placed the tip of his shaft onto the cement and balanced his entire body on his shaft, still stroking fast. “Five!” he groaned out, his shaft bulging obscenely before a strong jet of cum blasted from the tip. The huge blast of cum propelled him into the air, the continuous stream propelling him through the air. Pointing his shaft slightly to the left to change his direction and he was off to the bank to thwart the plans of Mr.Bluballs.

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	The grandfather clock in the corner chimed, signaling one o’clock had come. The smooth marble floor shined from the light coming from the windows arranged in the domed ceiling. Several potted plants where arranged throughout the room, giving the room a more natural and soothing feel to it. This was the main room of the first national bank of Taram City, and along with the normal furniture and plants scattered through the room where women, children and the like on there knees with there hands behind there heads, some crying to themselves and others simply looking stupefied. Lying on the floor where the banks guards, all of them in the fetal position and clutching there crotches. All of them whimpering softly.
	These whimpers where not of pain though but of deep lust, for they had all come under fire by the henchman of Mr.Bluballs. Each of the henchmen where equipped with state of the art nut sweller ray guns. Each capable of both raising the sperm production of a males testicles 4 fold, make him feel unbearably pent up, and prevent the victim from ejaculating, reaching orgasm, or any kind of relief what so ever. Each henchman wore a pair of tinted blue goggles and a light blue suite. They covered every way into the building, making sure the police outside didn’t try anything.
	Standing among it all just a few feet away form the main counter was Mr.Bluballs himself, paws grasped loosely behind his back. He is a snow leopard of average height, his fur tinted a light shade of blue, a sort of ice sort of look. He is wearing the same thing he always wears when he’s out and about, a suite of ice blue armor that covers almost his entire body. The armor is large and bulky containing a wide variety of his life support gear. The only parts of him that aren’t in this armor is his head which is contained in a glass dome that’s connected to the armor and his balls which hang freely in another glass dome.
	“Now be a good dear and hurry, I do not have all day.” Bluballs said smoothly, fingers strumming the counter as he watched the young female leopard behind the desk with cold calculating eyes.
	She nodded hastily quickly filling the sacks with money as quickly as she could, doing her best to keep what little composure she had.
	“Mr.Bluballs…sir? Looks like something’s going on outside.” Called one of the lackeys near the windows.
	Bluballs grumbled softly. “Keep an eye on them for now…and you should hurry up.” he said a bit more darkly to the leopard.

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	“Why….why does this happen every time?” A news reporter grumbled as he wiped white goop from his eyes. “Every time I come to cover a news story about a robbery…or a hijacking….or a hostage situation…bam! I find myself suddenly drenched in this stuff.” He continued, grumbling the whole time. The reporter, like many others where drenched in the thick cum of the incredible Super Cock during his decent to the ground in front of the bank.
	“My apologies for the mess.” Super Cock said once he had landed safely. “But haste is needed if I am to save those inside.” He added before sprinting towards the main door to the bank at super fast speed.
	As he dashed up the stairs towards the main door his cock increased in girth once again, its shape changing until the front half took on the form of an anvil.
	With just a few steps to go before he reached the door he twists his hips back slightly, his cock pulling back like a giant fist before he slams his cock forward, slamming the doors off of the hinges and sending the giant doors sliding inwards.
	He stood in the entrance, hands on his hips, his cock once again a more normal size and shape, the doors laying to either side of him with several of Bluballs henchman trapped underneath, and all the hostages unharmed by the doors.
	“Mr.Bluballs. I thought you where still imprisoned.” Super cock said, his cape fluttering to his side even though there was no wind that day.
	“My apologies…but that prison didn’t suite my tastes.” Bluballs responded with a chuckle, glancing to his remaining henchman. “Don’t just stand there you buffoons….get him!” He shouted at his men. “I’d love to stay and chat but I have other things to tend to Super cock.” Bluballs said in a polite tone before pulling on a jetpack from seemingly nowhere and taking off into the air. Shooting a hole in the ceiling and he was off, leaving his minions to deal with the super hero.
	The thugs didn’t dally once there boss had given the order. They approached super cock slowly from all sides, feeling there was safety in numbers.
	The first thug leapt forward, preparing to throw a hard punch into Super Cocks face. But Super Cock was already prepared for it, taking a quick step back and slugging the thug in the jaw with his cock which had grown instantly just before the attack had been made. The thug went flying into the far wall behind him, lying on the ground unconscious. 
	Two of the next thugs opened fire with there normal hand guns when they saw there comrade sent flying, but all of there bullets hit Super Cocks inflated penis and harmlessly fell to the ground. SC sprinted towards one of the thugs and slammed his shaft into the thugs gut, knocking the wind out of him and leaving him on the ground gasping for breath. The second thug was preparing for a second shot but was stopped short when a spray of SC’s cum covered his entire body, both gooping up his gun and leaving him immobile.
	Most of the remaining thugs decided to run for it, deciding it was better to face Bluballs wrath then to stay and fight SC. One thug stayed behind though, a muscular jackal. Unlike the other thugs he carried one of Mr.Bluballs creations. It was a highly advanced ray gun; the gun was made with a light blue metal. A blue backpack was strapped to the jackals back, it being used to power the ray gun. “You’re going down foxy” The jackal chuckles out. He reached behind him and flipped a switch on the pack; several lights began blinking on the laser along with a gentle hum that filled the room.
	“Not today villain.” Super Cock says defiantly, not moving an inch from where he stood.
	“You won’t be so cocky once you take a hit from the blue ball ray.” he chuckled out, flipping a switch on the gun as he spoke. “Or maybe…you will!” He laughed out as he fired, a neon blue ray shooting out in a jagged line form the guns muzzle.
	Super Cock easily leapt over the ray with a stylish back flip. The ray itself hit the wall behind him harmlessly.
	Though Super Cock was unable to dodge the second blast that the jackal had. The blast hitting Super Cock in midair and sending him sprawling onto the ground.
	A ploom of dust sprawls out around Super Cock as he hit’s the ground, his hands between his legs. A groan came from his lips as he cupped his loins with his hands.
	“Ha! So much for the might Super Cock.” The jackal chuckled out. “Only one shot from Bluballs ray gun and you’re down for the count!” He laughed allowed, slinging the gun across one of his shoulders. “Mmm, bet there’ll be a big fat raise for me”
	Super cock laid on the ground, his balls visibly twitching and bulging. He twitched on the ground, slowly getting up onto his knees and slowly to his feet. “focus…got to focus” His thoughts bounced around in his head, focusing his energies into his balls. His orbs quickly bulging and swelling, quickly reaching the size of beach balls. “It… it will…” He attempted to speak, but the odd feelings swirling in his orbs made his tongue catch.
	“What is it? Ready to admit defeat?” The jackal laughed out “Come on. Say it nice and loud so I can hear you.” he laughed out.
	“It…will take…more then that…… TO STIFLE THE CREAMY SEED OF JUSTICE!” With his heroic voice shouting for all to hear, he jutted his hips forward and a geyser of seed jetted from his length, hitting the jackal square in the chest and slamming him into the wall clear on the other side of the bank. With a loud thud the jackal slumped against the wall, the gun he wielded falling to the side.
	With the last of the thugs defeated the police rushed in, placing handcuffs on the crooks. The policemen in charge of keeping order during this ordeal walked up beside Super Cock. “Any idea on what Bluballs is up to? This seems… a bit small scale for him.”
	“Indeed…but for the life of me I can’t figure out what he’s planning.” Super Cock rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he attempted to figure out why Bluballs had resorted to a simple bank robbery. “Well, whatever it is I will stop it.” He declared as he grabbed his cock and began jerking off furiously. Leaping into the air on a jet of cum, flying off into the city.

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	“Yesterday afternoon the first national bank of Taram City was held up by the infamous super villain Bluballs. Thankfully Super Cock was their to put the crook in his place, preventing any of Taram’s citizens from being harmed. But the question still remains… who is Super Cock? Where did he come from? Is he only helping us because it suites his purposes for now and later turn on us? Perhaps one day we will have the answers we seek.” The News report continued on, Phillip and Harold walked away from the TV’s displayed in the store front as the report on Super Cock ended.
	“Hm… so that Bluball dudes at it again.” Harold muttered, as they walked. The cheetah, scratched at his heads. “Going to be hard to focus at work today thinking about what he’s up to…lucky you have the day off.
	“Yeah…lucky me” Phillip responded. Yesterday he had gotten a good chewing out from his boss for getting back so late from his lunch break. “I’ll probably just end up taking a walk or something.”
	“Heh, well you wanna grab something to eat when I get out of work? Maybe a pizza or something?”
	“Sure, I’ll try to meet up with ya when I can then.” Phillip said before heading off in the direction of the park.
	“Awesome. Catch ya later then.” Harold headed off, getting lost in a passing crowd.
	Phillip watched his friend head off, waiting for him to get out of sight before slipping into an alley. Looking around him to make sure no one was looking as watching as he hid behind a dumpster. With a blur of motion he quickly changed into his Super Cock outfit. It was difficult sometimes being a super hero. Every moment of his life he feared being discovered, if his identity was discovered then his friends and family would be in constant danger.
	He let out a sigh; it had all changed those few years back, back when he had first received his powers. He had been jerking off in the janitor’s room of his college. When out of no where a radioactive viper slithered into the room. It had been an odd sight; the viper had seemed to hump random objects as it slithered around. He had watched with a curiosity as the viper slowly slithered closer. Then in a blink of an eye the viper sunk its teeth into his erect cock.
	He had then passed out, waking up hours later. His cock had swelled to at least 2 feet in length. Even now he could remember the feeling of power that had surged threw his length. The viper had vanished without a trace as he could recall.
	He let out a sigh and shook the memories of days gone by from his head. Giving a quick look around to make sure no one was watching before giving his length a few good jerks before jetting off into the sky.
	He hoped it would be a quiet day for a patrol round; he wanted at least some quiet while he attempted to figure out Bluballs plans.

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	Far on the edges of the city sat a large mountain, embedded on the side facing the city rested an observatory that was never used by the public. In here is where Bluballs made his base of operations.
	His finger steadily taps the arm rest of his chair, filling the room with a steady tapping. Bluballs watched the news report of yesterday’s robbery, chuckling softly to himself. “Simple fools never have been able to understand the brilliance of my plans.” He chuckled out, slowly rising form his seat. “Yesterday wasn’t even a failure.” He laughed to himself, holding up a diamond.
	“All I needed was a certain diamond. And thanks to the bank I now have one.” The bank had a fancy Clock that was studded with real diamonds. Stealing the largest one during the fake robbery was easy enough, and the loss of one diamond would most likely go unnoticed or at the very least not go reported for this one diamond.
	Walking down the halls of his secret lair pondering the only problem that his plan might have. “I need to take care of Super Cock. He will more then likely try and stop me.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully as he stepped into an elevator, taking it down several floors. “You. Take this diamond to the lab, I need to take care of a problem.” he commanded a minion.
	Choosing to take the stairs this time he traveled down several more floors, going into the underground section of his lair. He stopped in front of a large door. It was made of a full foot of solid steel. Punching in the security code and stepping back as the door slowly opened itself. Hydraulics hissed as the door opened itself. Bluballs grinned as he stepped into the room where he kept his creation.
	“It is time you prove that you where worth all the experimentations I funded.” He chuckled out to himself, slowly dialing up the lighting. The room itself was covered in pictures of some of the hottest furs on earth, nude of course. The floor and ceiling where similarly decorated, with the occasional sculpture embedded on the wall. The room made it impossible to not see any erotic imagery. He gleamed down at the figure hunkered in the middle of the room. “I have a job for you.”

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	It had been a rather quiet day. Besides a few muggings the day had almost been uneventful. Glancing at the cities clock tower he decided he might as well call it a day for patrol. “Looks like I’ll be able to meet Harold for an early dinner.” He began looking for a place to land so he could change back into his normal clothes. But just as he spotted a good spot a tingle went up his spine. His cock began vibrating as it picked up police sirens. “Damn, looks like dinner will have to wait.” he muttered out before taking off for the sirens, leaving a trail of cum behind him as he jetted away. “Sometimes I wish I hadn’t trained my cock to pick up on the precise vibrations police sirens make.
	 He quickly jetted over the city, finally spotting the police cars surrounding an office complex and landing beside them. “What’s the problem officer?”
	“We…we’re not sure. At first we thought it was just some of Bluballs men. We’ve apprehended three of his thugs but theirs still someone in their. And whoever it is has taken out a squad of 8 of my men. We haven’t heard anything from them after the leader of the squad screamed for help…I don’t know if I should risk more of my men or not…”
	“Hmm…leave it to me. I’ll figure this out.” He stated before leaping into the office complex. He slowly walks threw the halls, following a trail of destruction. The few lights that where still working flickered heavily.
	As he moved deeper into the building he began hearing grunts and the smashing of furniture. He could feel the vibrations of every step this thing took. Finally he found it, inside of a room smashing around seemingly aimlessly. “You their! Halt in the name of justice!” He shouted in his most commanding voice.
	The creature, the one that’s been tortured and experimented on by Bluballs, slowly turned towards Super Cock, slowly hulking its mass around. The creature was, or at least used to be, a lion. The abomination stood close to seven feet in height. His muscles bulged everywhere, making it look like he abused steroids on a daily basis. His legs as sturdy as rocks, his arms as thick as tree trunks. Veins bulged from every muscle. His body itself looked like it had been sculpted out of marble. His neck bulged with muscles. From his crotch jutted a 2 foot long erection, thick and bulging with veins. His balls bulged out grotesquely between his legs. The lion’s fur tinted a shade of blue.
	As it turned his cock smashed into the edge of a doorway, tearing threw the wall like it was paper. The cock constantly drooled pre, and thanks to Bluballs that was the most the lion could get out of it. No matter how much he jerked his length he could never orgasm, pawing hour after hour, day after day, stuck in a room with some of the most erotic furs imaginable had driven the beast insane, always on the brink of orgasm but never reaching the blissful release that he so craved. He now had no free will; doing whatever Bluballs told him in the hopes he’d finally be given release.
	“Hmm he seems to be a powerful one.” Super Cock muttered, slowly circling the beast. “We don’t have to fight…just surrender and I’ll make sure doctors get you the help you need.” It was obvious this creature was in pain; his obviously genetically engineered body gave testimony to that.
	The beast just let out a throaty growl, charging super cock with a roar. The room shook as he stampeded towards Super Cock. Once within range the beast swung his hips, swinging his erection with all the force it could manage.
	Super Cock blocked the blow with his own erection, holding his ground against the blow. Slow and steadily he was overtaking the beasts cock, slowly pushing it back. Sweat began to trickle down his brow as he slowly forced the cock back, and just as he thought he was going to overpower the creature he spotted the fist coming at him, to late to doge or block it.
	With a bone shaking thud, the massive fist took Super Cock in the side, sending him flying into and through several walls. The creature didn’t waste anytime as he continued its assault, charging to where Super Cock had landed.
	SC slowly stood, his legs shaking from the hard impact. His eyes widened as the tank of a beast charged at him. He landed a solid blow with his mighty erection, but the blow barely fazed the lion. The beast charged right into SC, grabbing him by his head and charging through three walls, using SC as the ram.
	SC let out a grunt as he was slammed through the wall. Never before had he met anyone that could so easily match his strength so easily. He let out another groan as the beast slammed him back through another wall and then slammed him into the floor. He gripped onto the beasts arm, gripping it tightly as he was lifted back into the air. With a grunt he gave a powerful buck of his hips, jabbing the lion in the head with his mighty erection.
	The beast let out a roar as his head was hit, releasing SC from his grasp as he clutched at his head. He swayed a bit, dazed from the blow.
	Super Cock coughed, staggering to his feet. How could someone become so strong? The thought rattled through his brain. Such pain and suffering this lion must have endured at the hands of Mr.Bluballs. It was simply unthinkable. “I will stop you…” He panted out as he stood up straight. “Not because you deserve anything that I will be forced to do upon you, but simply because you must be stopped.”
	As soon as he finished speaking the lion let out a roar and swung an arm at SC. Which SC easily ducked under. Unfortunately for him he could not dodge the tree trunk of an erection that followed after. The shaft hit him in the side with enough force to send him flying into a wall. Smacking into it with a meaty thud.
	SC gasped for air, his outfit torn in several places. His body was aching from the beating it was taking, blood beginning to dribble its way down parts of his body. He turned to face the beast once more, and was met with a metal girder to the chest, slamming him into yet another wall, his body crumpling onto the ground. The last thing he saw was the towering lion standing over him, rage and pain in its eyes.

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	“This is Carmon, reporting live at what can only be called one of the most horrific building attacks this city has seen in years.” The feline reporter slowly made her way around the rubble, getting as close as the police would let her. “Several hours ago police arrived on the scene after reports of crashing and shouting from this empty building had been made. When police arrived they found that massive hole in the wall and several thugs at the entrance.” she moved to let the cameraman get a good few. “It wasn’t long until super cock arrived on the scene and entered the building on his own to deal with what police have come to call ‘Solomon Randy’. Several minutes of crashing ensued followed by a long silence. Eventually police where sent in to investigate. After searching the building they found neither Solomon Randy nor Super Cock. Searches have found no trace of an exit hole, though they have found their missing comrades, bodies abused and broken but still alive. The question now on everyone’s mind is…..where is Super Cock?” 

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	“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck” Super cock groaned out, his eyes slowly cracking open. As far as he could tell their wasn’t a single spot on his body that didn’t hurt. Even his all mighty cock was aching. Slowly but steadily the fog in his head cleared, slowly recalling the fight he had just had. 
	He let his eyes quickly glance along the room. Beakers and computer terminals sat along the walls, wires and cords hanging and traveling almost everywhere. The whole room colored in a lovely shade of stainless steel.
	He attempted to sit up, only to find that he was being held down by thick belts of steel. He began to test the strength of the belts, using all his might to try and break or at the very least bend them a little.
	“Don’t bother, those belts where what we used to hold down my….creation, for its growth hormone injections and the like.” Mr.Bluballs chuckled from a walkway up above. “Oh what was it…..able to jet over tall buildings in a single ejaculation….faster then virgin in a strippers lap….. Able to derail trains in a single thrust…..something along those lines…and look at you know, so helpless, finally going to be out of the way of villains everywhere.”
	“You won’t get away with this Bluballs!”
	“Won’t I? No one can stop me now that you’re restrained. And by this time tomorrow the world will be in my hands.”
	“What…..what are you planning on doing?”
	Bluballs chuckled softly. “Why…I’m going to give the men of the world the worst case of blue balls they have ever had. Their balls will churn and swell with seed, bloating up to their bursting points…and then I will be free to ransom the world for anything I want.”
	“You’re crazy! The United Nations would never give into your demands just to relive some blue balls!”
	“No? Balls so full of cum that they’re at least 10 times their normal size…..never dying erections that no matter how hard they paw will never ejaculate…..no I think they’ll give in rather fast. Even if that was my whole plan that is….for I’m not going to threaten them over their balls….but for the fate of the earth! What do you think would happen if after all that had happened if I gave a sudden burst in strength in my blue balls ray? And then just as suddenly revered the effects? Why every man on earth would ejaculate…ejaculate a load that no normal man could make enough seed from each man to fill an Olympic sized swimming pool! The world will flood with cum!” Bluballs burst out in laughter as he unveiled his plan. “Oh I think I will get anything I want from the UN.”
	“You’re mad!”
	“You may think whatever you will Super Cock. But for now I must be off to begin my plans.” He tapped a few buttons, a large ray dropping form the ceiling. “I’ll leave you in the tender care of this concentrated blue ball ray, not even you Super cock, can hope to last against it. “Bluballs walked along the walkway to a door, cackling evilly to himself as he left the room.
	Super Cock grimaced as he watched the ray lower and locks into place. “I have to stop him.” He muttered to himself, once again struggling against his restraints.
	With a loud buzz the ray charged itself up and began unleashing a steady stream of energy into Super Cocks genitals. His balls quickly churning and swelling with seed as his erection swelled in size from the forced arousal.
	He let out a grunt and struggled against the ray, wiling and forcing his genitalia to resist the rays arousing effects. But it was no good, steadily his length thickened and his balls engorged themselves with seed. The belts holding him down just too strong for him to break. Eventually he would be crushed by his own dick if this kept up. 
	As he continued to struggle he noticed the ray slowly raise itself higher to keep itself out of the way of his enlarging member. He panted steadily; the exertion he was putting his muscles through was starting to take its toll. As he lay there, letting his body rest for a second before his next attempt to break free an idea slowly began to form.
	It wasn’t much but it was becoming painfully clear that these steel belts where to strong to simply break them. He took in a deep breath….and simply let go. He released his genitals, no longer fighting the ray but embracing it, focusing on making his length and balls grow as if racing the beams own effect. His genitals ballooned out, growing almost exponentially.
	His efforts paid off quickly. The ray gun attempted to rise away from his enlarging mass but it couldn’t keep up with his cocks rate of grown and his length crashed into it, jarring it off its hinges, stripping gears within and breaking circuitry. The second part of his plan soon made itself know as the table he was strapped to began to groan as it strained under the sudden added weight. He was sure their where fail-safes built in of some sorts to prevent it from breaking under added weight but it was clear it wasn’t able to kick in fast enough.
	With the shriek of metal tearing the table collapsed to the floor, grinding and tearing its way across the room. The table spun around several times before slowly coming to a halt. With a hiss the belts unsealed, no longer being held closed by the computers now that the table was a few feet from the circuits.
	Slowly pulling his arms up and undoing the now loosened belts he got into a comfortable seating position to think out what he was going to do next, and let his cock and balls shrink back down to a more manageable size. What he had to do was actually obvious when he got right down to it.
	He had to stop Bluballs. Quickly and couldn’t waste time trying to come up with a complicated plan. Brushing himself off as he stood he looked around the room, attempting to place the door Bluballs had left through.
	It didn’t take long, only a few doors where present in the room. Leaping up and landing on his still large length, his length contracting on itself like a accordion before springing back out and propelling him up onto the walkway above. With a hard pelvic thrust he tore the door off of its hinges with his steel hard erection.
	With the door still sliding down the hall super Cock sprinted down the hall, randomly bashing down doors and taking turns down different hallways and up different stairs. He slammed henchman into walls as he came across them, not bothering to ask them where Bluballs was.
	After several minutes Super Cock somehow found his way to the uppermost balcony of the main chamber containing Bluballs super weapon. Scientists littered the bottom most floor, computers consuls were everywhere. A gentle hum filled the room as the ray powered itself. Almost too late to stop him Super cock leapt off the balcony with a heroic cry, landing nimbly next to Bluballs. “Halt Bluballs! It’s all over!”
	“Ha! I’m surprised to see that you’ve freed yourself. But you are too late to stop me! Already the ray prepares its first blast! Soon the men of Taram City will feel the effect of my ray and they will not be the last!” Bluballs laughed out, a sudden whine filling the air as the ray charged up its energy a sharp spike before the blast was unleashed, traveling to a waiting satellite above to be redirected to its first target.
	“No! This is the end of this!” Super Cock cries out before lunging at Bluballs and body slamming him away from the controls.
	Bluballs let out a yelp as he was knocked back, stumbling back before tumbling over the guardrail of the walkway.
	Almost instantly Super cock was swarmed by Bluballs henchman. He leapt into action, dodging each blow that was thrown at him and countering with his own. A fist into the side of a face, a knee into a side, a foot into someone’s back and the occasionally cock lunged into a persons stomach. One after another the henchman fell, easily being taken down by the mighty super cock.
	Leaping down to the base of the ray he began fighting the crewmen of the consoles around the ray, tossing them further down into the room or knocking them unconscious. He smashed any controls that looked like they controlled the ray, slowly disabling it.
	With a creaking sound the ray began to rotate, preparing to fire on its next target. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to disable the super weapon in time he did the only thing he could think of. He jerked off.
	He pumped his mighty rod of justice as fast and hard as he could, his length and balls throbbing from the pleasure before he moaned out, huge gushes of his cream shooting from his length and straight into the gears of the ray, gunking up the gears and forcing the rays rotation to come to a stop.
	He panted softly from the sudden exertion he had to make. Watching the ray to make sure it was in fact stuck in its position. Once he was satisfied he took off to continue smashing computer consuls. He didn’t make it far, suddenly being tackled by Bluballs himself.
	Rolling across the floor for a bit before making his way back to his feet, he faced off against Bluballs. “You can’t win.”
	“No….no I’ll win. And you will be destroyed Super Cock!” Bluballs shouted, throwing a hard punch into the side of Super Cocks jaw, rage overtaking his usual cool calculating mind.
	Super Cock took the blow easily. Bluballs barely qualifying as a martial artist, his skills lying in the way of science. Grasping Bluballs fist and forcing it away from him. Bluballs struggled to regain control of his fist, his arm trembling from the muscle strain. “It ends here!” Super cock cried out heroically as he thrust his hips forward, his mighty length smashing into Bluballs gut and sending him flying across the room.
	With a thunderous crash Bluballs was sent flying into and through machinery and into the wall on the other side of the room. His body left a large indent in the wall as Bluballs limp form collapsed onto the floor. Jolts of electricity started to run across Bluballs body, black smoke started rising from his body. Finally several small explosions erupted at random spots on his lifeless body.
	“Bluballs!” Super Cock cried out in shock at what he saw. Yes Bluballs was evil and had been planning world domination, but killing was something he never wanted to do. He leapt across the room, landing next to the still body. Reaching down he flipped Bluballs over. What he saw was something he would never have expected.
	Several patches of wires now protruded from Bluballs body, flesh and armor pealed back to reveal gears and rods on the inside. Part of the face was torn away, revealing the metallic skull underneath. “Bluballs?”
	“Not quite.” Came a voice. A voice that Super Cock had never heard in his life. With a hiss of hydraulics releasing themselves a hatch on the androids chest unsealed and opened up. From inside the opening stepped out a small white lab mouse with a large head.
	“W-wha? Bluballs is a mouse?”
	“Not quite. I am a genetically engineered mouse bent on world domination. This android was another attempt at world domination.” The mouse explained, “The real Bluballs is probably still locked up in whatever prison you left him.” giving a few hard stomps on the metal chest. “Come Binky, we must return to the lab to prepare for tomorrow night.”
	A metal flap opens up on the lower abdomen, a taller skinny white mouse climbing out. “Gee Prain, what are we going to do tomorrow night?”
	“The same thing we do every night Binky….. Get furries to stop making rule 34 of us and then…..TRY AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD!” With that both mice walked off, a strangely catchy tune coming form seemingly no where and left the android body behind along with Super Cock scratching his head.
	“I…..need a vacation.” He finally muttered out with a sigh. “Now… let me see… I stopped the ray before it could affect the world…. but Taram City was still hit. Meaning I have to figure out how to reverse it.” He began wondering the room, checking consoles to see which ones where still active.
	After several minutes he finally found a single console that still had active controls. “Ok….lets see here… if I fiddle with this knob….and pull these levers….and maybe push a few random buttons…” With a sudden burst of black smoke the computer console fried and burst into flames. “Err….”
	As Super Cock attempted to put the fire out a sudden loud ‘sigh’ filled the air. The sigh was from the thousands and thousands of men in Taram City getting their rocks off. “Oh…I guess breaking everything works then…” Super Cock muttered, scratching his head as he watched the last working monitor in the room, showing an aerial view of the city. Its streets running white with seed, cum flowing down the sides of buildings, cars spinning out in the now slick roads. “Well…the cubs…where wishing for a white Christmas this year….to bad…its….October….” he muttered out with a sigh.
	Flying up to the hole in the ceiling for the ray gun on a jet of cum Super Cock stood on the roof, staring out at the city. “Rest easy citizens for once again you are safe. For evil shall never triumph. When the oppressive condom of despair attempts to surround the shaft of freedom, the creamy seed of justice shall blast through! When the empty rump of cold loneliness tries and brings the good citizen into a depressed funk, the mighty penis of freewill will be their to warm the rump with the spunk of freedom!”
	Super Cock stood proudly on the roof top, cape blowing in the wind, his length jutting mightily from his thighs and the sun slowly setting behind him. His fists on his hips and his chest thrust forward; it was just another day in the life of Super Cock, super hero of truth, justice, and a good ol’ fashioned rutting.