Volume 01 - Dirty Shorts

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 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