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CHAPTER TWO

THE FINAL STORY OF STREAK

15 November 2014

Six months since my first night on the town as the superhero known as Streak

"See? Easy!" said Faith. That smile of hers lit up my life.

"Only because you drilled it into my noggin'!" I responded with a playful grin.

We were both lying on my dorm room bed, heads propped up against the wall at the head of the bed. We were both covered with books and papers we were using to get the hang of this. I was still in my costume though, high-cut blue leotard and tight blue boots. I didn't have time to change. It was way past midnight, and the sounds of traffic outside my open window had died down to the occasional revving motorbike in the distance.

Faith was helping me to prepare for an in-class essay I'd be taking in the morning. Due to spending way too much time either procrastinating or avoiding study by patrolling the streets. But thanks to her and a few hours of going through the books and writing up a few test essays after getting back from a long day of desperately looking for bad guys to distract me, things were finally looking good.

"Thank me when you've aced that paper tomorrow," said my Asian otter girlfriend, tickling under my chin.

"Thanks to you, this is in the ba--Ohhh..." I breathed as her paw suddenly found its way to my belly, softly rubbing and scratching through the thin blue fabric that separated my white fur from her fingers.

"Don't get ahead of yourself," she said with a wink.

"You always know how to push my buttons..." I responded, eyes rolling back into my head as I sunk into the bed, blissfully relaxed.

"Don't I know it!"

Oh, yes. Then her paw went lower, and she embraced the soft mound of shiny blue lycra between my legs, quickly bringing me to full hardness after a few moments of her tender teasing touch. I slid downward, head sliding onto the pillow as I took in the pleasure.

Normally we only did this in our swimwear: me in my speedo and her in her oh-so high-cut swimsuit. But since I got my equally sexy costume (and title as a superhero) some seven or so months ago, we've enjoyed changing things up. Man, she was good. My throbbing member tenting the blue fabric of my skimpy costume made that very clear. She definitely enjoyed having me wear it whenever convenient, and I was only too happy to oblige. Me + costume + Faith = lots of fun. What could feel better for a young superhero wolf?

"You like that?" she teased. "Wolfy wanna cream his costume?"

"Mmmmm... You bet wolfy does..."

Then she stopped, moving her paw back up to tickle under my jaw.

"Not yet. Ace the paper first and then you get your reward, okay?"

I sighed. "Heh. You win," I responded, closing my eyes for a moment in defeat.

She looked over at my clock on the table beside my bed. It was 1:28 AM already.

"I better get home. Unlike you, we civvies gotta sleep," she said with a grin as she climbed over me to get off the bed, giving me a little kiss on the snout.

"Want me to take you home?" I asked, turning over onto a seductive pose, resting my head on my paw. "I could leap through the night with you in my arms?"

That gave her a laugh, but it was a laugh of appreciation.

"You kidding? I'd be too excited to sleep when I get home! Besides, in the end, I'm the one who carries you, remember?"

I laughed. She had me there.

"Always wearing the pants!" I said as I sat up, accompanying her to the door.

"Literally, in this case," said my fully-clothed girlfriend as she gave me one last grope between the legs, making me sigh once again. She really owned me, and I loved it.

I opened the door, standing behind it so no one in the hallway outside could see my state of dress.

Then she gave me a kiss. A deep one, reaching a paw around to stroke my rump, barely concealed by my revealing leotard.

"You'll do fine, superhero," she said after pulling away, holding a comforting grin. I had to admit, it felt really reassuring.

"Thanks for everything, Faith. You know I can't sleep when I'm nervous, so I think I'll do another patrol tonight. See you at the coffee shop at four tomorrow?"

"I'll be there. See ya!"

She waved goodbye with a wink. With a wave of my own, I closed the door. Then I leaned against it, a dumb smile across my dumb face. Man.

"You do not need her, Chad," said Falcon in my head, breaking the silence. "All you need is to train more, considering how frequently you are humiliated by villains. Faith is a distraction."

I rolled my eyes. "Not this again! Falcon, I can't just spend all my time being a superhero!" I said out loud, angry with Falcon for trying to deny me my girlfriend for the hundredth time.

He called her a 'distraction' from my duties all the time. He wanted me to be devoted to the job, and that meant forgetting about having a girlfriend. He claimed I didn't even need this dorm room since his power ensured I never needed to eat, sleep, or even use the bathroom! He wanted me training and patrolling 24/7. Of course, I didn't care.

"Faith and Streak are two very different parts of my life. You can't expect me to choose, and you can't expect me to be a superhero 24/7. That'd be hella stressful, even though I don't need to sleep!"

I went over to the bed, plopping myself down on the comfy mattress after moving my books and papers out the way. Lying back and relaxing, I put my arms behind my head as I looked up at the ceiling. I actually considered buying myself a mirror to put up there, since I probably looked super hot lying stretched-out in my costume on my bed.

"I can deal with your stress for you..." said Falcon.

Suddenly, ripples and vibrations of pleasure began to course through me, particularly against between my legs. Though I felt no paws touching me, it felt amazing. I began to moan loudly as Falcon massaged me with my own body with his power via his direct access to my nervous system. I could feel my arousal building, the front of my leotard rapidly tenting again as my heart thumped in my chest, raising my hips off the bed in response. This was Falcon's doing. He could control my body however he wanted, and when he really needed to, sometimes took control of my limbs to keep me away from danger. At any time, he could put me to sleep, move my body, or in this case, pleasure me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't love that loss of control.

"F-Falcon... Mmmmm... I really need... Uhhhh!" I said between breaths. Falcon knew how to make me feel good, and this wasn't the first time he did this. As a matter of fact, he did it almost every day. It was his way of getting me to agree with him, and it almost always worked, simply by offering this as a reward. I guess it counted as brainwashing, but I didn't mind. Except not even this would be enough to change my mind about Faith. "S-stop... I... I..." I tried to protest, but I was cut-off as the blissful sensations intensified.

Falcon may not get his way here, but he wouldn't be getting any back-talk from me tonight. I was throwing my hips up, and my growing organ rubbing against the fabric of my costume drove me crazy! I'd do anything for him at that point.

Yeah, in case you couldn't tell by now, I was really, really submissive.

"Hush," I heard him say in my head. "I know what is best for you, my young wolf. Just relax and let me take care of you. Perhaps next time you will be more inclined to obey me."

I was breathing so hard at this point, pre-cum already staining my leotard. All my will was washed away by the intense sensations, my growing moans blocking out any chance I had of speaking out against my loving captor. I tried to get up off the bed, but each new burst of pleasure wiped away every new drop of resistance. I could do nothing but flail my arms and legs, utterly lost in pleasure, as I rapidly approached orgasm. This feeling of helplessness due to sheer pleasure only made me feel even more aroused. The building caldera of pleasure in my core was now begging for release, and my hips couldn't help but gyrate and hump softly. But just as I approached the precipice, I found myself unable to climax.

"Promise me you will spend your nights training after your test is done," commanded Falcon.

"Ahhh! Y-Yes!" I pleaded. "Anything you say! Just, please, let me cum!"

"Very good. Then release now, young one."

Despite my best efforts, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I came in my leotard, soaking it with my seed as I felt the pressure in my loins empty itself into my costume. I moaned loudly, furiously humping the air above me as I soaked in pure bliss. As usual, I hoped the students in the other rooms couldn't hear me.

Whenever he did this to me I realised: Falcon owned me as much as Faith did. I was his tool for bringing truth and justice to the world and all this was just a way of keeping me obedient. I had to admit though, I did enjoy it. For quite a lot of reasons actually. Falcon pleasuring me like this was just one of them, but I also loved helping people and generally doing good. With Falcon and Faith in my life, I'd do whatever I was told!

I had to admit though, Falcon couldn't deny the way he felt. I could tell he cared about me. Despite his cold demeanour, he was a good guy too. But he really needed to learn that I couldn't be a superhero full time.

"Sleep now, young hero," whispered Falcon in my head. "Dream of heroism."

I was panting heavily in the warmth of my afterglow, my leotard still soaked. My mind and body complied with his powers, my eyes closing, and the waking world was left behind. The last thing I heard was Falcon's words echoing in my mind, beckoning me to sleep. The last thing I felt was the last few spurts of my cream into my costume, sending a few more waves of pleasure over me. As per his instructions, I dreamt of being the mighty superhero that I was: Streak, the protector of Beacon City!

But no patrolling tonight.

•••

Morning came around and the thing that woke me up was my cell phone. Beyond my window was the light of the early morning.

Costume now dry, I sat up and reached over to pick it up, swiping the 'answer' button.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Chad. It's Faith's Dad," said the masculine voice on the other end.

"Oh! Hi, Mr McKinley!" I responded, trying to sound mature. George and An McKinley were Faith's parents. We first met when her parents and mine met up for dinner. "What can I do for you?"

"Faith didn't call when she got home last night, and she's not answering her phone. Have you seen her?"

I looked at my clock.

"It's only 7:30," I responded confidently. "She may have forgotten to charge her phone, or she got home too tired and forgot. I'm sure she's fine. But I'll keep a lookout for her in class today, and I'm meeting her for lunch later. I'll definitely let her know you're concerned."

"Thanks, Chad!" said An, who had clearly taken the phone from George. "And thank you for being so good to her."

"It's the least I can do, ma'am!"

We said our goodbyes and ended the call.

Honestly, though, I did notice a change in my heartbeat. I was confident that Faith was just fine, but the fact that her parents were asking about her still made me feel uncomfortable.

Then I tried giving Faith a call, but some time passed without her picking up. Then I was asked to leave a message. I didn't bother. Her parents probably had already.

"I'm sure she's fine," I said to myself, taking a deep breath.

I stood up, looking around for my clothes before I spied them, reaching for the shirt. As usual, I'd be putting them on over my costume so that I could easily get changed without much effort. The last thing I wanted to do was get naked in a cold alleyway.

But then my heart sank.

"WANT HER BACK, SUPERHERO?" read the sign in the window of the apartment on the other side of the street, directly facing my room.

In an instant, my heart was racing with fear and adrenaline, and I threw my shirt down before I could put it on. Almost instinctively, I launched myself out the window and over to the other building, latching onto the wall beside the window containing the sign.

I grabbed it, moving it out of the way before climbing into the room. It was completely empty. There was nothing hanging on the walls, no furniture, or anything else that I saw.

"Oh, no..." I stammered, barely able to contain the fear in my voice. My nerves were unsteady, and I couldn't stop shaking. I tossed the sign away. "Faith..."

Then I saw the little piece of paper on the ground; a little ounce of hope that I could save Faith. I knelt down to pick it up faster than anyone else could, and opened it.

"Be on the roof of 119 McGregor St. at 2:00 AM," said the words printed on the paper. "No cops."

Obviously, this was a trap. Whoever took Faith now had me hanging from strings, and I had no choice but to do as I was told. If I wanted to see Faith again, I needed to follow this only clue.

"Oh, Faith..." I continued to say, utterly wrecked with fear. My heart wouldn't stop throbbing. I tried to tell myself that this was a nightmare. "Someone must've been stalking me, but how didn't I notice?! Damn, I'm an idiot!"

"Calm down, boy," said Falcon, stoic as always, even though I could tell that he was concerned for my mental state. "You need to relax. We should focus on saving Faith.

"I feel so stupid. Stupid and careless! This hurts," I said, putting my paws on a wall and leaning against it, closing my eyes to try and get my breathing under control. "This is so humiliating, and Faith might be dead! Oh, man..."

"I know, boy. I understand."

I slammed on the wall, leaving a hole in the plaster covering. "I don't want villains to toy with me like this. Whoever took Faith can push me around however they want now. I don't wanna be anyone's slave!"

"Yes, I know. But you have to calm down and think clearly. We need to scout the location given to us."

Falcon was right. I couldn't waste my time panicking and cursing myself. Though I was starting to come over to Falcon's way of thinking: if I had run off into the night, abandoning my normal life, my parents, and my girlfriend, then maybe Faith would still be okay. If I were Streak full-time, Faith would be alright. When I first accepted Falcon's offer to become his 'avatar for justice', this wasn't what I signed up for. I never imagined this kind of horror. Now I couldn't escape my situation, and I blamed myself.

I took a deep breath, trying to cool my jets, but I wasn't chilling any time soon. It looked like my essay would have to wait. Mom and Pop wouldn't be happy, but Faith's life came first.

•••

I tried to spend the day struggling to keep myself from panicking. I wouldn't be going to class, but I didn't care what words the professor would be sending me by Email. All I cared about was Faith. A little help from the internet showed me to where to find 119 McGregor Street, and I scoped it out. Pretty average place. Just a ten-storey office building used by several different businesses. There was nothing interesting on the roof yet, but I'd be fine waiting. So I spent the rest of the day on that rooftop, alone, still in costume.

By 4:00 PM, Faith's parents called me again, and I told them I hadn't seen her. They said they'd call the police, and that I'd do everything I could to help. It was heart-wrenching lying to them, but if I got the police involved, that would only endanger Faith's life. Plus, I couldn't stand the thought of them blaming me for her kidnapping. I told myself I'd make it up to them, and get Faith back at any cost.

Hours more passed, me sitting there as darkness began to fall, doing nothing but worrying myself to death. It became a chilly November evening, but as usual, the cold didn't bother me thanks to Falcon's powers. But even if it weren't for my heightened resistance to temperature, I'd probably be too stressed and adrenaline-pumped to notice anyway.

1:30 AM. I shook with fear and anticipation as the time approached. All I could do was pace and fantasise about what I'd do to whoever kidnapped Faith.

"Dark thoughts, my friend," said Falcon. "Not befitting of a superhero."

"I love Faith. I don't love whoever took her," I responded with folded arms. "It's hard not to imagine how things are gonna turn out when I get my paws on whoever's responsible."

"You will see her again. You are strong. We have come this far with many close calls, have we not?"

"Never like this. No one's ever gone after the people I care about."

I lay back on a metal pipe and looked up at the stars, trying to distract myself for the next half hour. It should've been relaxing, but my next step towards finding Faith would show up soon enough and that only made me more and more anxious.

A few minutes later I heard the door to the stairwell open. Sitting up rapidly to see who it was, I saw some guy, a bald eagle, step out onto the roof. He didn't look like villain material though, wearing casual clothes and a simple motorcycle helmet under his arm. In fact, he looked pretty terrified, sweating and nervous. I approached, but cautiously.

"H-Here..." he stammered, handing me an envelope. I took it. "I'm sorry. I'm just doing what I'm told."

Then he left without another word, returning to the stairwell and closing the door behind him.

When he was gone, I quickly tore open the envelope, containing another note.

"Vacant store at Jerry St," was all it said.

Good enough for me.

"So, that explains why they directed you here," said Falcon. "They want you to come to them."

I took my phone out of the hidden compartment I kept in the sole of my boot and did a quick map search for Jerry St. There it was.

After putting my phone away, I ran to the edge of the building and leapt into the air, leaving a trail of blue energy in my wake as I arched over to the wall of the next building, nimbly clinging to the stone structure. Then I pushed off again and, in another stream of blue energy, found myself further along the street on the buildings on the other side of the street again, hopping from building to building like a super-athlete, leaving behind a blue trail in the night. I heard the sound of gasps and cheers from below from bystanders who saw my blue streak between the buildings. I normally relished their praise and attention, but tonight I was too focused to pay much attention.

"I'm on my way, Faith."

•••

It took only a few minutes to get to Jerry Street. I moved faster than ever before, driven to save my girlfriend, and to spare her family any more fear.

I perched myself on the edge of a building overlooking the road through the currently deserted commercial area. Among the closed stores was one that had clearly not seen usage for some time. That had to be it.

"Remember your training," said Falcon.

I closed my eyes. Then my vision suddenly lit up and I could see again, despite my eyes being closed, and the world around me began to move. Falcon's "Omni-sight" took me down to the vacant store while my body remained kneeling on the rooftop, and my will steered this special vision. Flying right through the old glass window of the storefront, the first thing I saw were two figures, one in a chair and another standing beside them, illuminated by the small light bulb hanging above them. Approaching, I very quickly saw that the one sitting was Faith, tied to the chair and breathing rapidly.

"Your boyfriend will be here soon," said Dirtbag, the villain composed of black ooze that now stood ominously over her. He looked like any male Doberman, except he had no fur or clothes, but no genitalia either. Just a shiny black exterior. "Then I'm gonna make him scream, and you're gonna watch."

Faith merely continued to try and silently hold in her fear, but the tears streaming down her face made it clear that she wasn't having much luck.

"Why'd it have to be Dirtbag?" I said out loud with a growl. "He must know who I am. He'll pay for taking Faith."

Of all the villains in Beacon City, there were none that I hated more than Dirtbag. He had the ability to change his shape at will, considering he was basically made of living slime. He and I had several encounters in the months since I became a superhero. I'd literally never been able to take him down. He'd kicked my butt more times that I could count, and to make matters worse, he was the cruelest villain in the whole city, so he took every opportunity to humiliate me every way he could whenever we met. Last time we encountered each other, he was robbing a bank. He held me up by the throat and made me climax in front of the terrified hostages and police, hanging there helplessly in a costume soaked in my own fluids. Not my proudest moment. Thankfully, he enjoyed it, so he always left me alive for next time. If I had a nemesis, it was him.

"This is serious. I might be saying goodbye to my secret identity."

"Do you see now why I pushed you to disregard your double life?" said Falcon. "If you had left college and devoted yourself to being Streak at all times, none of this would have happened."

"Yeah, Falcon. But this isn't the time," I responded, frustrated. Even though I knew he was right. "After today, I'm gonna have to find a way to keep watch over my family all the time too. That or I'll have to defeat Dirtbag for good. I can't believe that he was the one to find out who I was."

"A secondary concern. For now, save your significant other."

No more hesitation.

I jumped off the roof down the three storeys to street level, dimly lit by a few street lights. I stayed out of sight, moving to the left to ensure no one inside the store could see me through the window. Instead, I ran for a large dumpster beside it. I wrapped my arms around the cold metal, getting the best grip I could, and lifted it into the air like a wooden chair. Then I moved in front of the store, took aim, and with all the power I could muster, threw it at Dirtbag.

First there came the loud crash of glass as the window shattered. Then, with a very loud splat, the dumpster slammed into the slimy villain, flying all the way over to the far side of the store and sending his gooey remnants spilling all over the back walls. It was such a neat and perfect takedown, I felt so proud of myself!

I raised my fist and said "Yes!" under my breath in triumph, then ran to Faith, trying not to slip on any glass shards.

She let out a long sigh of immense relief as I grabbed the ropes that tied her down and tore them away effortlessly.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Oh, thanks!" she said, almost yelling, as she stood up and embraced me. I had to move a leg back to prevent myself from falling over backwards. Then she put her snout to mine, kissing me passionately for a while before pulling away, leaving me almost dazed with relief and joy. "I knew you'd come!" she said after pulling out, gazing into my eyes with more gratitude than I had ever seen from her.

I smiled warmly but confidently. "So did I." Then my expression became serious. "You'll wanna get outta here. I've got a heck of a fight ahead of me and I think I just made him pretty angry. Call your parents and let them know you're okay. Then call the police and get them here."

She nodded, said "Be careful...", and ran off in the direction of the open streets, hopefully to safety. But after tonight, I'd make sure she stayed safe.

I took a deep breath. This wasn't gonna be easy.

"You've never beaten me before, mate!" I heard Dirtbag yell from the back of the vacant store. I turned to face him. "What hope have you got now?"

He was beginning to reform, his scattered slimy droplets slowly moving back together into a single formless mass of goo, slowly rising upward.

"I'm sure I'll find a way," I responded, gritting my teeth as I glanced around for any potential advantage. "Why did you take Faith? Why not just ambush me in my room?"

"Isn't it obvious?" responded Dirtbag, now fully assembled in the form of a Doberman. "We wanna make you scream, mate. And we can't do that in a place full of nosey students without attracting some unwanted attention."

That was concerning, and the adrenaline really started to flow. "We?"

"Heh. Mate, you're an idiot," chuckled the villain.

"Yeah? Well, I'm the idiot who's gonna--"

"Why resist? You know you can't beat him," said someone else from right behind me, cutting me off before I could finish my retort. It was Faith! "Why not surrender?"

She reached around to run her paw over my spandex-clad chest and abdomen, with another paw going straight for the bulge between my legs, instantly drawing a groan of pleasure from me.

"Hng... Faith, what are you... Uhhhh..."

"Shhh. No resistance, okay?" she said, continuing to grope me as her head rested on my shoulder. "You can't win, can you? So why not accept it? If you don't, it'll just be more painful."

"Faith, g-get outta here!" I urged. I couldn't understand why she wasn't long gone by now, or why she was suddenly asking me to surrender.

"I don't think so," she responded as she began to rub faster. "Let them win. Give yourself to them. Die in their dominant arms."

"W-What?! F-Faith... Nnngh... What are you talking about?! How could... Who are 'Them'?"

"Maybe they'll do kinky things to you..."

"Deception..." I said, flatly, as the realisation dawned.

"Evening, old boy," said the villain known as Deception in his smug British accent. He was behind me.

I pushed away from the illusion of Faith, realising she was nothing more than another hallucination created by Deception's powers. Turning, I saw him standing in the shattered window. Deception had the ability to make his victims hallucinate, creating all manner of tricks to - as his name implied - deceive people. The fact that he was now in league with Dirtbag was pretty bad news for me. An elegant jackal, he had a golden right eye in his skull and was clothed in his usual formal tailcoat, kind of Dracula-esque. He was grinning maliciously, just like Dirtbag.

"Yes, I saw you approach and made sure to direct my power towards you," continued the jackal. "It was tricky keeping my eye on you, but you fell into our trap perfectly."

"Ooooh, you're in some biiiiiig trouble now, pup!" said Dirtbag, behind me.

Then the image of Faith vanished as the two villains closed in around me. Being surrounded by the two grinning villains didn't exactly inspire confidence.

"Where is she?!" I demanded to know, struggling to get the words out between my quivering teeth. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't afraid. "You're gonna tell me!"

"Oh, she's having the time of her life!" said Dirtbag. "She's busy being our newest submissive little slut back home. Mate, you should hear how she moans when we make her wet the cute little thong we put her in!"

Okay, I wasn't standing for this. I narrowed my brow as fear gave way to rage and determination. Tonight I'd beat down both these villains, find out where Faith was, and rescue her.

"Let's tango," I said between clenched teeth, almost whispering. I was furious.

Choosing a target, I turned and went for Deception as fast as I could, aiming a fist at his face.

Then a huge surge of pain exploded out from my fist. A solid wall had appeared between me and the villain, blocking my path to Deception and my escape. I nearly crushed my own fist in the impact, and let out a loud yell of agony as I nursed my aching paw, turning around to see that Dirtbag was already upon me.

"This is gonna be fun..." he sneered before punching me in the stomach with a giant fist of solidified black goo.

The air jetted from my lungs as pain shot through my body. My arms fell to clutch at where he had struck, but Dirtbag didn't let up. He followed it up with another punch that I tried to block, but his superior strength knocked my arms aside with ease. Then he chose a new target, aiming for my face, and a solidified black fist struck the side of my head. A bloody tooth went flying. This brought an even bigger smile to his oily face.

Then he grabbed me by the shoulders, threw me into the air, then shoved me into the ceiling with a painful push to my belly. My back tore through plaster, plastic, and a little metal before he let me fall to the floor. I felt panic starting to take hold.

Summoning my will, I quickly stood as fast as I could. Then I threw the strongest punch I could muster at his face, hoping to do at least some damage.

Then my arm went right through his gooey head. Why did I never learn?

I turned to flee, trying to pull my paw out of his mass, but he brought his own slimy paw up to grab at my own face from behind, cutting off my air supply as he smothered my head. Then he pulled me down, arching my back as he pulled my head into the mass of his slimy torso, firmly holding me by the wrists with his own slimy paws at the same time to keep me fully restrained. My arched back faced the floor while my belly faced the ceiling, body stretched out as I desperately flailed. I needed air, and I couldn't even call for help!

Then Dirtbag gave me the cherry on top. He extended a tentacle from his slimy chest, reaching it across to the crotch of my costume and coiling around the soft blue mound between my white-furred legs. My body briefly convulsed with more than desperate struggle as the villain molested me.

"Man, I could play with you all day..." he said with a sigh. "But alas, all sexy things must come to an end."

I could've lasted for ten minutes if I had more time to hold my breath, but my lungs were almost empty when he smothered my head. Instead, I slowly began to lose consciousness after the third minute. All that time was spent keeping me helplessly restrained while he furiously masturbated me through the fabric of my costume. I felt the pressure building between my legs, painting the inside of my costume with pre-cum. Thankfully, he soon released my wrists and the slimy mass containing my head softened, letting my head fall free. I immediately gasped for air as I fell to the floor on my back, wincing from the pain in my burning lungs.

"But hey, that doesn't mean we can't have a little more fun first!"

Still panting and choking after the cruel suffocation, I slowly lifted myself up on my elbows before rolling onto all fours. Dirtbag was standing back, grinning, as he watched me recover. He wanted to prolong this torture.

"I... I'm gonna take you down..." I said between pants, preparing my fists for another fight.

"Just survive," said Falcon. "Find a weapon."

Grinning, Dirtbag then took a step forward. I retreated backwards, but something stopped me in my tracks. Long chains, one of Deception's hallucinations, were winding around my body, pinning my arms to my sides. I tried to pull away, but the chains held me in place, tethered to thin air around me. I grunted loudly with effort as I tried to tear the chains off or resist the hallucination, closing my eyes tightly and telling myself that it wasn't real, but it was no use. Deception's hallucinatory powers directly told my brain this was real. It was one step away from mind control, where his powers could potentially lead me around according to his will.

Thankfully, Falcon was hard at work repairing the damage. I felt the strength slowly returning to my limbs, and the burning in my lungs was starting to disappear.

However, Dirtbag was upon me again. Another huge punch clashed with my stomach. My eyes again bulged from my head as the air was forced from my lungs like a leaf blower. Then another punch. Then another. I spat blood on the fourth. I was still immobilised and helpless as the villain beat the life out of me.

Then he waved to Deception, signalling for him to remove the chains. As the hallucinations vanished, I fell to my knees, coughing up a little more crimson liquid onto the floorboards.

"You need to move," said Falcon. "Deception cannot affect you if he cannot see you."

Fighting the agonising ache in my ribs and lungs, I forced myself to stand.

"You're gonna die, pup," said Dirtbag, approaching with large fists of solidified slime. "You ready?"

"I'm ready for anything!" I yelled, defiantly, before realising my mistake. "I mean... Not today! I mean--"

Dirtbag performed his next attack, extending an arm into a long black whip. Before it could hit me, I leapt sideways to avoid the impending crack, but only barely. My pathetic attempt at a comeback distracted me.

"Streak never dies!" I yelled, gleefully.

Then a stabbing pain exploded outward from my lungs. I must have broken a rib. I let out a loud yelp of pain before I went tumbling after my narrow escape. Falcon made my body pretty durable, but I was suffering more abuse than ever before right now.

Dirtbag seized the opportunity and threw his right hand in my direction and a stream of ooze seeped from the arm, heading right for me.

Again, I tried to leap out of the way, but this time I felt him grab me by an ankle. I was stopped in mid-air, hanging upside down, and my ribs ached more. I tried to wriggle free, but despite my strength, his gooey grip was too strong, and it hurt to move. Slowly, he raised up, me upside-down, until he was face-to-face with me.

"Let me prove you wrong," he said with a grin before extending a slimy black tongue to lick my face. "Mmmm. You're so cute when you wanna live!"

Just as I tried to grab at the slimy tongue, he lifted me up, swung me through the air, and brought me crashing down into the floorboards, shattering them. My ribs took the brunt of the impact. Thankfully, his slimy tendril released my ankle.

"AAAGH!" I yelled as my senses quickly adjusted to the pain all over. Adrenaline couldn't keep it away any longer. Now I was on all fours, clutching at my chest while I tried not to cry.

"Such a pathetic excuse for a hero," said the jackal, scoffing, with his arms folded. "I see why you enjoy tearing him down, Dirtbag."

"Yep! This cute pup's my favourite toy!" responded Dirtbag. Now he and Deception were both approaching me, slowly. "It'll be a shame to see him go, but so much fun."

I merely growled in response, still on the ground, as I nursed my wounds. Dirtbag really did a number on me.

"Get some distance," said Falcon. "Retreat and recover."

He was right. If I could escape, get my full strength back, and maybe hide, I could think up a plan. I took a deep breath before charging upward, ignoring the pain as I ran right between the two villains as fast as my legs could carry me, hoping they were not expecting this move. I made a dash for the front entrance, hoping that I'd be fast enough before they could stop me.

No use. I suddenly slammed head-first into a wall that appeared in the way. Deception's power had me once again. I fell back on my butt while I tried to fight off my sudden dizziness, shaking my head.

"Not so tough now, huh?" I heard Dirtbag say, and I could tell that he was approaching, slowly and confidently.

I didn't have time to waste. Still dizzy, I threw myself into the false wall, pushing it with all my might. My boots started to splinter the floorboards as I struggled. I needed to escape, and I knew I'd die if I didn't. Tears began to well up in my eyes as the looming threat of death became more and more apparent. I couldn't escape.

Then Dirtbag extended a tendril that wrapped around my chest, under my arms, squeezing tightly and inciting a long, agonised scream from my abused lungs as he bullied my broken ribs. I put my paws on the slimy ring around my upper body, desperately trying to pull him off, even though I should've known it was futile.

"What's the matter, superhero? Gonna cry?" teased Dirtbag as he turned me to face him, his head slithering up to stare me in my now-teary eyes. "Yeah, that's what I like to see."

He pulled sharply, lifting my flailing boots off the ground as he hurtled me with stunning speed. I went flying across the store before slamming into a wall with enough force to tear through the plaster and brick. Thankfully, I managed to shield my head and upper body before the collision. Then I crashed through several wooden and cardboard boxes inside the storage room before finally landing in a heap, grunting and groaning with pain. I hoped Falcon could heal my injuries quickly, so I remained still, fighting back the searing pain.

"Get up, boy!" urged Falcon. "Quickly! There is a garage door you can open!"

Grunting and sighing, I obeyed, slowly. First I got on all fours, and then I inched my body up until I was on my knees. By the time I saw Deception looking at me from the other side of the hole I had torn in the wall, it was too late to react.

Deception disappeared, along with the hole in the wall. Then the boxes and scattered remnants of brick and plaster vanished. Then the only door in the room. There was suddenly no way out, and my heart raced like it had never raced before. My breathing intensified, sending an ache through my sore lungs, as the walls suddenly began to close in. The room was getting smaller and smaller, and the tears in my eyes began to flow freely. I stopped thinking, and though Falcon pleaded with me not to panic, I yelled and flailed in fear and desperation as I closed my eyes, trying one last time to fight off the cruel power of Deception's hallucinations.

"Claustrophobic too? Oh, how fun!" I could hear Deception saying.

Then everything went silent. A few moments later, I slowly opened my eyes, terrified that I'd now be in a tiny confined space, unable to breathe. Instead, all I saw was Dirtbag, his slimy form standing right in front of me, licking his dripping lips.

Then he kicked me, hard, with a solid leg. I tore open the garage door before I landed, rolling through a few puddles of dirty water on the cement of the alleyway behind the store, soaking my fur and costume. I was barely conscious, struggling to stay awake. If I failed, I was done for. Everything was aching and I could barely move without a sudden surge of pain.

"YAAAAAGH!" I yelled as my body screamed in protest of my struggling.

I heard footsteps approaching, one pair sounding slimy while the other sounded normal. Deception and Dirtbag were stepping out into the alleyway. I knew I had to hurry, but my body wouldn't budge.

"I think it's time for you to die, mate. Sleep tight!" said Dirtbag, suddenly extending a long black tendril from his arm to grab me around the neck, smothering it completely in the gooey substance and tightening slowly.

He lifted me into the air, legs flailing as I gasped and choked, desperate for air once again. I grabbed at the substance around my throat, trying to tear the black goo off, but it only consumed and restrained my paws too.

Then his gooey paw rose up to grasp the bulge in my costume between my legs, softly stroking. I was too busy struggling, gasping, and moaning to fight his molestations away, but I quickly hardened in my costume as a result of the combined asphyxiation and stimulation.

"Hng... W-Why?" I managed to ask.

"Nothin' personal, mate," he responded. "Well, yeah, it is personal. But we've found a few new friends and have decided to deal with our pesky superhero problem. Now all you cute spandex losers are goin' down!"

Dirtbag then dispatched his mass to slither around my upper torso, pinning my arms to my sides by my biceps and tightly constricting in a cocoon around my upper body

"So we decided to put an end to your cute ass once and for all!"

"We will greatly enjoy your demise, old boy!" said Deception, arms crossed as he watched with satisfaction.

I tried to shove my feet into Dirtbag's stomach, but they became stuck there. I was completely helpless now, and my arms weren't going anywhere.

"Beg for mercy, mate, and maybe we'll oblige..." Dirtbag taunted.

My body was weak and my vision was darkening, and yet I could feel my arousal growing in my costume as Dirtbag fondled me through the shiny material, and soon I was fully hard. I had only one hope left...

"Please don't kill me..." I said quietly, barely able to speak. "Please... I beg you..."

I was shaking, terrified, not wanting to die like this. At that moment I wanted to see Faith again, to live life normally. I didn't want to be a superhero anymore. I didn't want to be a corpse in an alleyway wearing a cum-soaked leotard. In the eyes of the whole city, I could think of no worse way to die. I'd give up all the spandex and all the fun in exchange for my safe warm bed and the comforting words of my parents each night.

"I don't think I heard that..." he responded. Then he turned to Deception. "Did you hear that? I didn't hear that."

Deception shook his head with a grin.

"Speak up, little pup!" said Dirtbag, turning back to me. He intensified his molestations between my legs.

"Mercy... Mercy!" I pleaded, my eyes rolling up into my head as I humped my hips into his slimy paw.

"What do you think, Deception? Should we just let him live and waste all our effort?"

"No, I don't think so, Mr Dirtbag," he said in his smug British accent. "I think it's time we put this young man out of his misery!"

"Ooooh! Doesn't look too good for you, mate!" said Dirtbag, so gleefully, as he extended his neck, bringing his head up to face mine directly. "Now, open wide!"

"No! Please!" I pleaded, heart racing faster than ever before. "I'll do anyth--URGH!"

Dirtbag suddenly shoved the mass which used to be his head into my open maw, which quickly slid down my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, but the slime was stronger and met little resistance as it slipped deeper and deeper inside me. I immediately found myself unable to breathe as he seeped into my airways. My body was still firmly in his grip, arms forced against my sides and legs flailing helplessly as they tried uselessly to resist. I desperately tried to bring my arms over to my mouth in the vague, instinctual hope that I could stop Dirtbag's penetration, but my efforts were useless. There was nothing I could do.

"Don't struggle, mate. Don't struggle. You'll only make this hurt even more," Dirtbag continued. "Drink up, kid. Drink it all up."

I could feel his mass filling every corner of my insides, all the while my lungs burned and screamed for air as he seeped into them. I quickly lost all my energy, and my struggles were reduced to mere instinctive thrashing as I felt my muscles spasm in protest against the infiltrating slime. I was more afraid now than ever before, knowing that this was how I'd die. At the same time, his slimy paw continued to rub the throbbing organ inside my costume.

"Falcon, help!" I begged in my mind, desperate for this agony to end.

"I... I do not know what to do," said Falcon, and I could sense his fear.

Then I came. The combination of the total asphyxiation and his increasing molestations between my legs finally brought me to climax. If my vocal chords weren't drowned in black ooze, I would have yelled out loud with a primal moan of burning pleasure. Instead, my orgasm was silent, incredible ecstasy racing up my spine as I drenched my costume in copious loads of submissive cream. A glaring signifier of who winner and loser were, the tenting blue fabric darkened further with each spurt, soon dripping from the leg holes. I don't think I had ever climaxed so much before.

"That's right. Just let it happen," said Dirtbag. "There's no better way to dominate someone - to let them know that you're better - than to make them cum while you finish them for good; drain their juices while you drain the life from their cute bodies."

I was completely and utterly at the mercy of these villains. I was no longer a hero. I was completely humiliated, used and abused before my inevitable death. Hanging there, encased by this villain made of goo, wearing this skimpy leotard while cumming endlessly, I felt that all hope was lost as I submitted to my fate, utterly defeated.

"I am so sorry," said Falcon in what was left of my mind, and I felt a wave of grief and sadness from him. "Please, please forgive me, Chad. But if I stay, I will become trapped in your mind forever. I... I have to go. Goodbye, my friend."

Suddenly Falcon's presence vanished and I was alone, left to my fate while Falcon went to presumably find someone else to take up the mantle of Streak.

As my world started to turn black, I thought to myself how disappointed I was in myself. I had imagined my adventures as a superhero would last for years, maybe even making it into the big leagues one day. I hoped Faith and I might even marry, and we'd live a long, beautiful life together. Then I thought of where she was now before remembering that she had been taken by these villains, so she was either dead or, as Deception said, being used as their plaything. I felt a wave of sadness knowing that I couldn't save her and that my parents would soon be deprived of their son. Thinking of how humiliating my death would be, I prayed that the villains wouldn't leave me as a cum-soaked corpse in an alleyway, raped to death and discarded like a slab of meat in a shiny leotard. That's not how I wanted to be remembered. Mom and Pop deserved better than that; better than knowing that their son died as a dumb superhero who fell into a simple trap.

At that moment, I apologised to my parents, Faith, and even her parents. I failed them. I wished I could undo it all. I wished I had never been a superhero. I wanted to spare them their suffering. If I could turn back time and reject Falcon's offer, I would. I just wanted to be with Mom and Pop again, Mom scratching under my ear like she always would, and Pop telling me everything was gonna be okay. I wanted their warm love, and I wanted Faith's too. My tears of pain became tears of grief.

"Shhh. Just die now," said Dirtbag, almost comforting, but I could tell from his grin that it was really just him being sadistic as usual.

In my suffering, brain slowly shutting down, I soon didn't think of anything except the hope that it would soon end, and finally, it did. The darkness finally filled my vision and the terrible combination of pain and pleasure came to an end. Then a wave of peace and contentment fell upon me, but Streak was no more.

•••

I continue to hang there, my torso smothered in Dirtbag's goo and a long tendril running deep into my throat, thick cum still pulsing into my leotard. All my struggling have ceased.

"Now that's how you beat a superhero!" says Dirtbag, happily.

The gooey mass encasing my body is removed, leaving me hanging from the tendril in my throat. Then he lowers me to the floor, slowly retracting from the depths of my body in the process. When it fully retracts from my maw, my body falls to its knees, wobbling limply for a moment before falling flat on my face, drooling from my mouth.

With a chuckle, Dirtbag then wraps a black tendril around my ankles and lifts me into the air, my lifeless body hanging upside-down.

"I'd say this was a good hunt," he says, looking over my body with considerable satisfaction.

Both villains laugh then, consumed by maniacal glee. Without a doubt, this has been a clear victory for them, asserting their dominance over a helpless spandex-clad superhero that was simply in over his head.

Then they start on their way. The environment of the dirty alleyway gives way to darkness and moist air as the two villains climb into a manhole to begin their trek through the tunnels beneath the city. Dirtbag carries me by the ankles the whole way like a piece of meat.

When they reach their destination, they are met with pleasant cheers of respect from their criminal associates, as well as laughter at the sight of my lifeless cum-soaked body and costume.

Later, my body is left floating in a tube of liquid in an elegant hallway. I float so peacefully like I'm more asleep than dead.

A plaque adorns the tube that reads "One dumb superhero."