Dirty Zero

wearing a huge smirk and I’d never seen him look so pleased. He wore a black eye mask with one blue-silver diamond embedded under his left eye, positioned where a tear would fall. He was wearing a skintight black body suit, larger versions of the same teardrop diamonds ran up both arms, all the way to form a circle around his collar. Over his heart, bare skin showed through where a diamond shape of fabric was cut out. Both his fists were covered in black leather, layers of diamond-tears were embedded in the back of the gloves. Brian was wearing a Darkfist costume and he pulled off the look perfectly. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning.
    Darkfist is the hottest of all the villains. It’s been said Darkfist cried tears of diamonds but vowed the teardrop on his mask would be the last diamond-tear he shed. He would never again care about anything or anyone enough to cry for it. According to legend, after witnessing the brutal slaughter of everyone he loved, he cried diamond-tears for four days. Each tear was a piece of his humanity and he only stopped mourning after the last drop fell. He made his suit with a portion of the diamonds and hid the rest. Some say the diamonds actually provide him with his inhuman strength and seemingly endless supply of energy. It's thought that if someone found the diamonds, they would be Darkfist's one weakness.
    Looking up at Brian and his devilish smirk it was obvious he didn’t have the same dark past but he still looked hot in the Darkfist uniform. Looking down at me, he brought his gloved hand to my cheek. Gently, he rubbed his thumb along my bottom lip before moving his hand to the back of my head. He lifted my head, putting a pillow under it before pulling his hand away. I winced as some strands of my shaggy hair got caught in his gloves.
    “Sorry,” he whispered, “I’ll take the gloves off, better for touching you that way.” I watched as he removed the gloves and tossed them aside. Looking around the room for the first time I noticed it was very dark with only a small light above the bed. The walls must be black because I couldn’t even make out where they were. Beside the bed was a black rhombus-shaped nightstand. The dark room was very fitting for Darkfist. I looked over where my wrist was tied to the headboard; it had bars crossing each other, making rows of diamonds. Brian really went all out for this.
    I felt him untying the rope around my legs; I didn’t even notice he had moved. After it was removed, he gently rubbed each leg. It felt too nice to tell him it was unnecessary, the rope was loose enough not to cut off circulation or anything.
    Crawling back over me, he smiled deviously, making me quiver. He kept moving until his face was above mine. “I need to stop playing for a minute. I have to kiss you now.” He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. All I could do was whimper and follow his lead. I felt his tongue rub against my lips, I opened my mouth and he pushed his tongue in, brushing it against mine. He kept supporting his weight on one arm while he put the other behind my head, running his fingers through my curls. He grabbed my hair and pulled me tighter against his lips, allowing his tongue to invade my mouth even further.
    Gripping my hair tighter, he pulled my head back and rested our foreheads together. “I need a minute before getting back into character,” he breathed softly against my lips. “And I need to ask you a personal question, is that okay?” I nodded. He sighed, “Are you still a virgin? Don’t be embarrassed, it’d actually be really hot if you were, but I just need to know how far I can take the playing.”

    “N-not a virgin,” I answered, leaving out that I’ve only been with two people before and had only had sex a whopping five times. He only asked if I was a virgin and I was lucky I managed to say as much as I did with his lips right there in front of me.
    “Have you ever been tied up before?” I shook my head. “If you want me to stop anything or to untie you just tell me and I will, understand?” I nodded. “Good.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine again. He pulled away and gave me another sly grin.
    He sat up so his ass rested on top of my hard cock. “You have something I want, Moltenman, and I’m willing to do anything it takes to get it.” He rubbed back and forth on my cock, obviously teasing me. “Have you ever heard of sexual torture Moltenman?” I shook my head.