Dirty Zero

chanting ‘take it off’ and ‘shake that ass’. Why the fuck did Brian invite me here? I was mortified and even my Moltenman persona abandoned me. Shit, I had to get out of here.
    I didn’t want to take my eyes off them, they were starting to get more rowdy and I was worried if I turned my back they’d swarm me. If that pack of crazy bitches took me down, I wouldn’t be getting back up. Not even Moltenman had the survival skills for something like this. Hoping to escape, I took a step back and bumped into something solid. There was nothing there when I came in, so it had to be person. It felt too flat, solid and big to be a woman. I gulped, not sure, if I should try to spin away and dash for the door.
    I never got a chance to do either because, before I could make a move, something was slipped over my head, and strong arms wrapped around my upper body pulling me tighter against the mystery man’s chest. I couldn’t see or move my arms. I struggled to get free and started screaming, I was probably another minute away from completely panicking.
    Then I heard, “It’s me,” whispered quietly in my ear. I stopped struggling, realizing it was Brian holding me, and I immediately felt safe knowing I was under his control. “That’s right, Moltenman, struggling is useless. You walked right into my trap, now I'll take you to my torture chamber and you'll tell me the location of the Gold Griffin Gemstone, by the time I'm through with you,” he said in a deep throaty voice followed by a menacing laugh.
    He spun me around so fast I got dizzy and before I knew it, something was pulled tight round me and I still couldn’t move my arms. Next, my ankles were tied together. I almost fell over when the rope was pulled snug but a large hand on my chest kept me steady. I felt Brian press against my waist as his arms enclosed around me before he lifted me over his shoulder.
    I wiggled as the position put pressure on my rapidly hardening cock. “Don’t move,” he ordered in his villainous voice. My body stopped moving on its own but my cock continued to harden to a full erection. He was even stronger than I thought and could carry me with ease.
    I felt Brian start to walk away when one of the ladies shouted, “Where the hell do you think you’re going? We wanna watch.” These women are perverts, don't they have internet? Brian's incredibly hot though so I understood wanting to watch him.
    “Sorry to disappoint but I’m a villain and can’t share my torture techniques,” Brian moved his hand to cover my ass as he was speaking. He was really getting into this superhero play and I wasn't complaining. I loved how his hand felt kneading my butt.
    “Okay girls, let's wrap this up so we can get out of here before the screaming starts,” I heard Olivia say as Brian started walking again.
    “I want to stay for the screaming,” I heard one woman say before another said, “I hope they at least record it.” All noises stopped when I heard Brian close a door before he started walking down stairs, or that’s what it felt like. A few minutes later, I felt Brian drop me. Before I could worry about falling, I landed with a bounce on something soft. A bed, I thought. Brian quickly adjusted me so I was lying on my back.
    He untied the ropes around my upper body but left my legs bound. I felt him pull my top up, exposing my stomach. He kept pulling until my arms slipped free but didn’t pull the shirt over my head. He didn’t want me to see yet. I thought about using my now freed arms to try and get away but I knew Brian wouldn't hurt me and I wanted to see what he was up to. He rubbed his hands over my stomach and chest, lightly touching me. The bed started moving a little before I felt him swing his leg over my stomach, so that he was straddling my chest.
    Slowly, he moved both hands up my right arm until he got to the wrist. He caressed it a couple times before I felt smooth silk wrapping around my wrist. He tied the other end of the silk to something. When he let go of my wrist, I tugged a few times but the hold was completely secure.
    He did the same with my left arm, being just as gentle. “These restraints are made out of Regamite, your only known power inhibitor, now you’re completely at my mercy,” Brian informed me before he removed the bag from over my head, it was a black pillow-case. Then he finished taking my shirt off, tossing it to the floor.
    I found myself staring up into Brian’s green eyes. He was