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Dr. Servo Serviced

For Roureem

By Draconicon

One did not normally find a super-villain sweeping his own villainous lair, but then again, Dr. Servo wasn't a particularly 'super' super-villain. He didn't have much of a lair, either; it was more of a converted garage that he paid rent on most months and begged the landlord for extensions on at least twice a year until some score or other could pay off and give him what he needed. The tools came with the garage, and without those, he was a little fucked when it came to actually pulling off any of the crimes that he conceived of.

The otter adjusted the mask over his muzzle as the dust was joined by metal filings that had come from polishing off the ID numbers from the latest robot chassis that he'd stolen. The mask was cheap, but did the job, even if he could still all but taste the rusty bits that had come loose. He coughed, shaking his head and slapping the side of the mask to get the crap off the side before getting back to sweeping.

Just a little bit more clearing space, and he'd be able to start putting it back together as another minion-bot. Not that it'd be much better to have seven of them rather than six, but...

Well, it was a thing. It kept him busy, and it might mean something to have another pair of hands...pincers....something when the next heist was on.

Dr. Servo shook his head again. He was already putting the cart before the metaphorical horse, and he should stop that. The otter went back to sweeping, trying to focus on just cleaning up the garage more than anything else.

It was a small enough place that it should have been easy to clean, but that was the problem with small spaces. They didn't have that much in them until you had to clean them out, at which point they had far too much to contain. It was like unpacking the world's most over-stuffed closet, and he kept pushing the piles of crap that he'd accumulated from one side of the garage to the other. The old pits where the car-raisers had been were long-since stripped, filled instead with little mecha-arms that were perfect for helping him put together his new robots, and the workbench at the end of the garage that had once been used to work on detached engines had been converted to a personal workbench for him to put together various inventions.

Well, one said 'inventions', but they were more like little bits and bobs that were 'inspired' by the different heroes that beat his ass and sent him packing on a monthly to bi-monthly basis. Ring-Man's restraint system had become his Super-Binders, and the Avatar of Light's seeker-balls had become miniature drones that he could send after people...usually as nothing more than distractions, but they were something, giving him more options.

That was what the bad Dr. told himself, at least. He sighed, shaking his head as he finally stopped sweeping, leaning the broom against the wall and pulling the breather mask off his face.

"What the hell am I doing with my life?" he muttered under his breath as he sat down.

Admittedly, he wasn't the only villain that had fallen on hard times. There were hundreds of them through the city that took up life as a super-villain hoping to find riches and opportunity, only to find that they couldn't really cut it. Those washed out almost immediately, trying one heist and then going back to a normal life. Then there were those that started and did remarkably well, leaping into the fray and challenging the heroes again and again, showing off, getting sponsors from some of the shadier companies, and pulling off thefts and conquests of entire cities. There were not many villains of that caliber, true, but that didn't mean that there weren't some.

But then there were those that fell somewhere in-between, like him. Those that were just good enough not to get thrown in jail, but not really that successful in any serious scheme. He managed to steal just enough to keep the lights on, enough to pay the rent for his apartment and his lair, and enough to keep the majority of his tools working. And that meant that he had to keep using them just to keep his head afloat; if he stopped, then everything would fall into disrepair, he wouldn't be able to make money, and...

It was a cycle. A painful cycle. And one that he had no way of swimming out of.

The otter rubbed his face, shaking his head as he tried to think of some way forward, but every time that he even considered leaving this life of crime behind, the only thing that he really saw looming in the distance was this constant feeling of fear, this worry about falling beneath the surface of society and never pulling himself up again. His parents had come from abroad, and while he had no fears of being banished from the country, it was not a safe or comfortable upbringing when you were obviously not from around here. There was no outright cruelty, but neither was there comfort.

Ring ring.

He pulled his phone from his lab-coat pocket, looking at it. Anonymous number, which meant either a telemarketer or another villain. He tapped the screen and held it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Need a repair job."

"Computer or hardware?"

"Computer."

"How bad?"

"Super."

"Oof." He shook his head. "Well, bring it down - wait, can you?"

"Depends. Can you take pieces?"

"That...sounds more like a salvage job."

"Kinda is. But I need the hard drive and all the contents, and the - ahem - 'assistant' onboard, if you can get it."

Dr. Servo nodded. Not the first time that some dust-up with a super had meant that one of the other villains needed some work. Kept the lights on and got him a few little extras, too, all things considered. They paid well to have their equipment in working order, particularly when there weren't that many shops that would take the weird stuff.

"Bring it down tonight and I'll take a look."

"Great."

Click. Dr. Servo put the phone back, leaning forward. Now, if only that was the way that he could earn money, he could have a much better time of it, but there was no reliable market for people that served villains anonymously like that. Either the heroes found out and shut you down immediately, or the other villains found out that you were helping a rival of theirs, or they thought that you were ratting on them to the heroes, or -

Suffice to say, he had only a few clients, and that wasn't enough to make rent. He'd tried, for three months straight, and then had to pull a desperate heist that almost did get him thrown in jail. He did it as a side-job now.

Side-job this, side-job that. The otter groaned. So much for a glamorous sort of life as a super-villain.

Wasn't even that super, really. He looked at his inventions, at his various pieces of equipment through the garage. He didn't have powers, nor did he have some doomsday degree. He had never managed to hold a city hostage - he'd tried, had felt uncomfortable with it, and had faltered at the finish line badly - and most of his gear was second-hand, at best. Oh, well-tended, well-programmed, but...

Dr. Servo sighed. He was never going to be much more than a B-Lister, one of those old-style, hammy sorts of villains that the new supers cut their teeth on before moving on to bigger and better things.

Goes to show what happens when you learn your super-style from comic books...

A kooky, hammy sort of style didn't really fit the modern day, nor did the sort of silly shenanigans that he played up as a villain whenever he tried something more daring than a bank heist. Something just got into him. Maybe it was the absurdism of the situation, maybe it was the whole lack of willingness to really hurt someone, but -

Clang.

"...The hell?" Dr. Servo muttered, getting to his feet. "Someone there?"

CLANG!

The sound was much louder on the repetition, and the garage door rattled. He jumped back, whipping his head left and right, scanning the room for options. All the drones were powered down, the robot minions too drained to be of any use at the moment. The other floating reinforcements were useless against anyone too strong, which only left the Super-Binders. He ran for the back of the garage, cursing under his breath.

"Knew I should have made a back door, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Dr. Servo had just managed to get his hands on the rings when the garage door finally came loose, forced up and into its slot in the ceiling. Standing just outside, hands on his hips and dressed in a tight-fitting dark lycra suit was a hyena, one that had no real branding on his uniform just yet - probably hadn't found his chosen sponsors, for that matter - but with plenty of muscles showing through.

"Dr. Servo! You are under arrest!" the hyena shouted.

"What - you must be - on what grounds?!" the otter sputtered, trying to choose between too many questions at once.

"On the grounds of being a super-villain, and likely in commission of a crime."

"I'm in my own garage. Get out. This is private property!"

"Make me."

He didn't even know who this hero was. Probably someone new, probably someone making a name for themselves, and that meant that he was going to be steamrolled. Ten to one, it meant that he was going to get pummeled, pinned, and then humiliated so that the other guy could look good for the other heroes.

He sighed. He hated this part.

But...he had to try. He whipped his hands back and forward, tossing a pair of the Super-Binders through the air. The glowing rings spun around and around, and to his surprise, actually caught the hyena by the wrist, slamming his arm back against the garage door frame.

...Well, that never happens, he thought. Wow.

He was caught so off-guard that he didn't even start bragging the way that he normally would have. Not that he got the chance to do that very often, either, but -

The hyena looked down, then looked up, then down again. He chuckled.

"Well, if you think that's going to stop me, you're dead wrong."

Dr. Servo bit off a groan. What was it going to be, then? Super-strength? Some sort of transformation? Elemental work?

None of the above, as the hyena just tapped his fingers to his trapped wrist and pulled his hand free as if it hadn't been bound at all. Dr. Servo stared, his eyes wide at the impossible movement of the hyena's wrist through the tight band. That should have been impossible. His hand should have been trapped good and tight.

And yet, it clearly wasn't. The hyena flexed his fingers, and too late, the otter noticed the shimmer on them. Some sort of goo, slimy and slick.

"Is that all you got, doc?" the hyena asked with a chuckle.

"I have many tools."

"Yeah? Show me."

That was the harder part. He didn't have that many active. Most of them were in sleep mode, or charging, or in the process of being repaired. He hadn't had the chance to actually prep for an invasion. After all, who invaded a garage that was owned by a simple private citizen?

Heroes, apparently.

Before he had a chance to actually think of a response, the hyena pushed forward. Literally, pushed; he shoved himself off a wall and slid along the cluttered floor, almost like the ground was frictionless for him. The otter had a half-second to think that must have been how he got out of the bindings before the hyena was right in front of him -

Ducking is a thing.

Dr. Servo remembered that just before the punch came his way, and ducked at the last second. He scurried between the hyena's legs just as the blow hit the wall behind him. It was some slight relief to hear the hyena yelp from punching the wall, but not much of one.

As he lunged back to his feet, he had to dodge around more blows, each punch coming closer and closer to hitting him. Despite years of experience fighting heroes, Dr. Servo had never bothered going to the gym, never bothered hitting up a fitness program. He was a gearhead, someone that let the robots and machines do the work. Actually getting in shape had never been that important.

Now, he rather wished that he had. He was losing ground, losing energy, and more than once, he'd fallen over a machine and barely been able to keep rolling to avoid getting caught. The jumpsuit he had on under the lab-coat had him sweating like a fiend, and he panted for breath as he rolled over again and again, trying to get his footing, trying to get up before he was pinned.

"What's the matter, doc? I thought you were a super-villain," the hyena said, laughing as he followed him around. "Why don't you just give up?"

"The great Dr. Servo would never surrender."

"No, but he would run away. Heh."

"I would not."

"Did the last few times."

"That doesn't count!" he shouted, breaking character before he could stop himself. He scurried under one of the robot repair centers, putting the mecha arms between him and the hyena. "Ugh...besides, that was merely a tactical retreat."

"Is that what you call it, old man?"

"Hardly old, youngster."

Now that there was space to breathe, he couldn't deny that there was a definite age difference between himself and the hyena. He was in his mid - well, the latter part of his mid-thirties - while the hyena was probably barely in his early twenties, someone that had leaped into the whole superhero thing when they were just getting out of high school. He was the taller one, while the hyena was broader across the shoulders, and -

And completely unbothered by having a part of his costume bulging far more than the rest of it, he realized belatedly, whipping his eyes back up. The dark lycra did nothing to hide that part of him, that's for sure.

"What do you want, boy?" Dr. Servo said, trying to reclaim at least a bit of his dignity. "As you can see, I'm hardly commissioning any crimes at the moment."

"Heh...maybe not yet...but at least this way, I keep you from starting."

"You little -"

"By the way. I think you dropped something."

The hyena held up a pair of the Super-Binders, the glowing rings shimmering in his hands. The otter blinked, reached for his waist, only to find that his stash was gone.

"...Oh, fuck."

Dr. Servo ran, but it was too late. The new hero threw the Super-Binders across the room, and threw them better than he did. One caught him by the upper bicep on his left arm, while the other caught his wrist on the right. He spun around, hitting the wall, unable to pull himself free as the Super-Binders embedded themselves in the concrete. He pulled and tugged, but just like he'd designed them, they were too strong and too tight to escape.

"...Dammit."

"Well, that didn't take long," the hyena said, chuckling. "Well, well, well. I've caught the Dr. Servo..."

"...What do you want?" the otter muttered. "What's it going to take to keep you from dragging me down to the station?"

"Heh, you think I'm really going to arrest you?"

"..." He blinked, slowly looking the hyena in the eye. "That's what you said you were going to do."

"Yeah, but that's part of the act."

"The...the act? What -"

"Heh. Gotta say, I expected you to put up more of a fight, though. Or were all those shows that you put on stealing stuff just a lot of hot air?"

He didn't know what was going on. This had started as an attack, but now, it felt completely different. Particularly as the hero had stepped around the mecha arms and come even closer, his eyes half-shut, his mouth pulled up in a smile. If he didn't know better, he'd almost have said that the hyena looked a little flirtatious, but how could that be? That was impossible, completely impossible.

And yet, before he knew it, this stranger was standing right in front of him, running a hand along his chest, pressing against his pecs before bringing them inside his lab-coat. His cheeks burned as the hyena hero dragged his clawed fingers further and further down, stroking all the way to his waist, and chuckling to himself.

"Of course...I have to admit...you look even better up close."

"What...who are you?" Dr. Servo panted.

"Call me Duke. Duke Smooths."

"Duke Smooths..."

That name rang a bell, though it was a bit of a faint one. There had been a new hero coming up through the ranks, though they hadn't done much yet. They'd started out as something of a laughingstock, considering that their power was basically just the creation of a super-slick fluid from his hands and feet at will, something that could more or less ignore friction. It seemed pretty damn useful to him at the moment, though.

Those slick fingers slid right down between his legs, though, and that pulled his attention back to the moment. He gasped as he felt them rubbing against his cock, pulling at it, forcing it to stop resting between his legs and point up properly. He hissed under his breath as the hyena kept rubbing him.

"Heh...look at that."

"Mmmph...this what you wanted? To torment some villain?"

"I don't think you're being that tormented."

"Hmmph."

"And besides...it wasn't just any."

"Mmph...you - ah - you have some...some tragic backstory or something?"

"Not really. Just kinda find you...different."

Different. That was one way to put it. Duke leaned in, pressing against him, and it was hard not to feel the pressure of muscle on muscle, the different sensation of body against body that was far from a fight, though still very much the kind of thing where one person would assert dominance over the other. He felt Duke's cock against his through their costume's, and somehow wasn't surprised that the other man was hard as a rock.

He was, however, surprised when Duke reached down and grabbed both their bulges together. The hyena's fingers had a way of finding the perfect grip, and soon, they weren't just touching. They were frotting.

He bit off a gasp at the feeling of another male against him like that, something that he hadn't felt for years. Not since he had fallen out with an old boyfriend, not since he had given up on maintaining a relationship and a job at the same time. There wasn't anyone that had the patience to deal with that. Not with him. Not for someone like -

"Nnngh..."

"Heh...you know, I think I'm bigger where it counts," Duke said.

"Nnngh...you...you ass...let me out of this..."

"Heh, I don't think so. The hero wins, remember? And I think I want a prize."

"You...you..."

"Unless you want me to start taking pics. Showing you off...letting everyone see the vulnerable Dr. Servo..."

For a split second, a wave of fear washed over him. Of all the things that he had lost during his career as a super-villain, he had at least maintained his identity. He had kept anyone from finding out who Dr. Servo actually was through bribes, tactical retreats, and ensuring that he always had his face covered whenever he was out in public as his villain persona. Nobody ever saw his face, nobody ever knew who he really was. The blackmail threatening to expose that and rip it from him -

But then the moment passed, and he heard the tones in the younger man's voice. Something different...something heated...

Something horny.

And he realized that it wasn't a threat, or at least, not exactly a threat. This was...

This was a game for the young man. A game for him, at least, something to add some spice to what they were doing, and...

And it was working. His cock was getting harder, stiffening for someone else, and he blushed as he realized where this was going, and more, that he was more than willing to go along with it.

"What...what'll it take to keep my identity a secret?" he asked.

"Oh, I have a few ideas..."

"I'm not going to keep my clothes on, am I?"

"Not really."

"Don't rip the coat."

"You kidding? That's hot..."

Duke pulled the layers of the lab-coat off to the side before gripping the bodysuit just beneath it. The hyena's fingers were stronger than they looked, and the claws sharper, because they cut right through the cheap spandex. He gasped as his cock was finally pulled out in the open, the hyena going right back to fondling it, teasing it. The feeling of that slippery slime coming off only made him gasp again, his eyes going wide at just how slippery it made everything.

"Mmmph...fuck...fuck..."

He hissed as he imagined what that ooze could do inside of a robot for lubrication. It was better than any of the artificial oils, better than anything that he had found to keep them running properly. Reduce the maintenance by half, that would, and -

Fuck, but it was so hard to think of that stuff when he was getting jerked and edged by someone that was soaked in it. He panted, sagging against the binders holding his arms against the wall, feeling his weight resting on them as he humped his hips forward, unable to help himself.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Hehehe, look at that. The great Dr. Servo rendered nothing but a plaything for a proper hero," Duke muttered.

The otter's cheeks burned at that. It was humiliating, but...kinda hot at the same time, something that he hadn't expected. Who would have expected that, after all that time pushing forward and getting kicked down, he'd have a thing for humiliation?

He got harder and harder, and yet, he didn't get that much bigger. Thick, yes, and good and stiff down there, but even with Duke still dressed, he knew which of them had the bigger dick.

And it wasn't him.

He panted, huffing and grunting as Duke stroked him, trying not to thrust and failing. Some of that strange ooze had already slid down his cock, over his balls, and -

"AH!"

Dr. Servo gasped as it went further back, sliding across his hole, moving on its own. His mouth worked silently, and the hyena smirked.

"I don't just create that, you know. I can control it. As long as I'm not too far away, I can make it do anything."

That explained the feeling of the ooze thrusting into his ass as if it was some sort of mechanized tentacle. He huffed and panted, his eyes closing tight.

"Nnnngh...you won't...won't break Dr. Servo...master of mechanics...so easily."

Oh god, did he really just say that? Did he just -

"Mmmph...that's hot..."

...What?

His cheeks burned as he looked down, seeing that Duke was grinning widely, his fangs showing, his cock throbbing hard in his lycra suit. He leaned closer, claws dragging along the otter's cheek.

"I like it when you talk like that...go on...say something else..."

"I...you...you best stop now...before I take it into my head to have my revenge on you! No, on the whole city!"

"Mmmph...fuck, I love it when villains talk like that...guess I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson..."

The 'hero' pulled at his belt, undoing it just enough to drag the bottom half of his costume down. His cock popped out, and indeed, it was bigger. That wasn't to say that he was doing bad - the otter had a good seven inches on him - but the hyena had nine, and those nine were thick, throbbing, and looking like they were going to fuck him hard.

His hole was clenching at the sight of it. His body was ready.

"You...you will only...gain my ire. I will hunt you down...I will break the city to find you...and - ah!"

He was pinned to the wall. His legs were off the ground, lifted up by the hyena's gloved hands, and -

And that cock, that hefty cock, had just squelched right into him. Dr. Servo didn't know what had come over him, but the feeling of being dominated, fucked, rutted right then and there was more than enough to make him love it. He arched his back, he moaned, he screamed in pleasure as he was filled to the brim, throwing his head back.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it," Duke growled in his ear. "This is what super-villains get when they lose. You want to stay out of jail? Better be damn good for my cock right now. You little...mmmph...mmmph..."

They were rocking back and forth, hammering back against the wall. Dr. Servo panted for breath at every hard thrust, feeling every inch of that hard hyena cock breaking him in. He hadn't been fucked like this...ever, really, not even when he still left the option open for it. In, out, in, out, and he screamed as his cock bounced and jumped as he got closer and closer to climax.

The slime was all over his cock, meaning that every time that Duke slammed in, he could feel his cock effortlessly sliding on the hyena's slippery lycra. Each thrust was nearly frictionless, with just enough to give him the chance to feel the heat of insertion, and then the warmth of it sliding back out without any of the pain of that size. His eyes were half-closed, but the hero's banter kept coming back.

"Look at you. So small compared to me."

"Nngh...I stand...head and shoulders...over you..."

"Not where it counts. The hero's got the bigger cock."

"Nnngh..."

"And the villain...is going to cum...any second...isn't he?"

"I...I..."

He was. Oh god, he was going to cum, and he was going to show how much he'd been conquered by this hero. In, out, in, out, picking up speed, his back getting sore from being battered against the wall and him just not caring in the slightest. In, out, in, out, each thrust getting faster, feeling those balls bouncing off his ass, knowing he was right at the edge.

"NNNGH!"

And then going over it. He arched his back and came, spurting his seed all over the hyena's belly, but the fucking just continued.

And it didn't show any signs of stopping or slowing down.

Duke Smooths, or as the rest of the world knew him, Duke Chadwick, walked down the stone pathways of the college campus. The hyena rolled his head from one shoulder to the other, cracking it slowly, and he chuckled to himself.

"Damn, that was a good fuck..."

It was the day after he'd put Dr. Servo in his place, and god, it had felt good. Not just for the sake of subduing a villain - though that was something that was hot enough - but for the fact that it was him.

The heroing thing was a side-gig, really, something that he did because the family expected it. They didn't expect him to be a walking scandal, however, and the fact that he fucked and bred the villains that he brought down was something that the papers would find out about eventually. The family already knew that he did it, were trying to get him to stop, but why the hell would he? This was part of the fun, and he'd yet to find someone that didn't get into it on some level. Most supers just kept quiet about it.

But there'd been something about Dr. Servo that had gotten his attention. Nothing concrete, nothing that he could really point to and say 'That's why I like that guy.' Just something about him in the records.

Duke shouldered his bookbag as he walked up to the lecture hall, shaking his head. He'd gone through the records, looking at why villains did the things they did. The heroes didn't really record much in the way of motivations, though, just a record of crimes that the villains were responsible for and how they did them, but even that had given him something to go on.

Such as the fact that Dr. Servo had always gone for thefts and heists in amounts less than $20k a pop.

Such as the fact that Dr. Servo never hurt someone further than bruising them.

Such as the fact that Dr. Servo lost every physical altercation that he was part of.

That had taken him down the rabbit hole, searching out more and more information on this loser that just didn't seem to know when to quit, and the more that he dug up, the more that he found himself almost respecting and admiring the otter. There was something about him that just called to him. Someone that had done the super-thing not out of powers, not out of a blatant rebellion to expectations put on him, but for something else.

There was a determination there that he didn't quite have himself, but which he certain found interesting...and then worthy of genuine admiration.

But that was going to have to wait for later. Super-business or not, he still had to deal with classes. He walked into the lecture hall -

And was dumbfounded as he looked at the speaker at the front of the room. It was the same otter that he'd had pinned against the garage wall, fucked silly, just the day before. Their eyes met, and the otter's lips turned up in a smile.

"Mr...Chadwick, yes?" the otter asked.

"...Yeah?" Duke said, looking around. Just the two of them so far, but the other students would turn up soon enough. "What's up? Where's the prof?"

"I'm speaking for him today. A guest lecturer on programming. If you'd come here for a moment?"

The hyena nodded, stepping up to the front of the hall. The otter stood behind a lecture desk, and slowly passed a folded-up piece of paper across it.

"Sit down and read this. Quietly."

Duke nodded, slowly taking the paper and just as slowly taking a desk. He opened it, and his smile came roaring back.

In half an hour, Dr. Servo will attempt to take over the lecture hall. Nobody will know it is me. Perhaps you can stop me? Or, if you prefer: MWAHAHAHA! In thirty minutes, the students of the lecture hall will be nothing but pawns in my plans to hold the college for ransom. Stop me if you dare, puny hero!

It was safe to say that Duke had never anticipated a lecture with a boner before, but this seemed to be a day for exceptions.

The end

Summary: A supervillain is having a rough time of it, and then a super hero comes crashing through.

Tags: M/M, Bondage, Fighting, Anal, Crush, Playing, Roleplay, Otter, Hyena, Lycra, Handjob, Frotting, Orgasm, Cum, Embarrassment, Supers, Superhero, Supervillain,