[newtypeshadow] Purna
Title: Purna
Author: newtypeshadow
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Original
Pairing: none
Wordcount: 1060
Warnings: masturbation, sex toys.
Notes: Inspired by wanting to write smut after reading "Unmasked," a gay superhero erotica anthology; and then seeing hamletmachine's [totally not worksafe] picture "Bowen."
Taj never thought the name his mother favored for him, “Purna,” would stick. It meant filled, fullness, fulfilled, and his mother wanted to name him that before his father put his foot down. “It sounds like a girl's name,” Mr. Abernathy had said. And so Taj had been named after his grandfather on each side instead, Taj Michael Abernathy, and that had been the end of it.
Until he became superstrong during a lab accident. Who did that happen to, outside of comic books? Taj had been well on his way to becoming a world-class scientist...and now, because of his lab accident, he could barely hold a beaker without breaking it. It just wasn't fair.
“Do you know why I was going to name you Purna when you were born?” Mrs. Abernathy asked when Taj moved back home for a month to minimize the damage he did to his apartment. “I knew you were special, and that whatever you did in your life, you would be filled with joy, and you would fill others with joy, too.”
Taj wanted to believe her, and until the accident, he had felt in his bones that he would be happy, and that he would discover things that made the world a better place. But now...well, now he had superstrength. What was he supposed to do with it? He was a scientist, not a...a fighter, a superhero.
So for a month, Taj worked on controlling his powers. Then he moved back to his apartment and thought. What could he possibly do that would satisfy his scientific abilities now that everyone involved in the lab accident had essentially been blacklisted from the science department of every well-standing university in the country?
By nightfall, Taj still hadn't figured it out. Worse, when he got into bed he couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned, and finally pulled open his nightstand drawer. It was his first night back in his own bed, with no one around-least of all his parents-to hear him masturbating. He had superpowers now that he had to keep secret, and that he had never had an interest in, even when he was a little kid. And...he was out of work.
Definitely a dildo night.
Taj pulled out the thick six-inch dildo and a bottle of lube. Already, he was getting hard anticipating this thing pounding into him, rubbing his sweet spot with its slicked silicone tip. He greased up his fingers and started jacking off, paying much more attention to the feeling of his fingers inside of him-the burn that didn't seem to hurt anymore, but still felt so damn good when he thrust his fingers up to the second knuckle and flipped onto his knees to get in a third.
His cock was throbbing, his hips rutting into the sheets, when he finally felt for the dildo on the bed and greased it up in the dark. It slid into him with delicious friction-he never stretched enough for it, he loved feeling it enter him, loved feeling like he was too tight, the cock was too big-and then the heart-stuttering moment when it was all the way in, silicone balls against his ass, and resting inside him, hard and still and oh so big.
Face pressed into the pillow, Taj let himself exhale slowly when he pulled the dildo out a few inches, then pressed it back in. Oh, that was good-so good, damn he'd missed this. Out and in again, just getting used to the feel of it, the thickness and length again, it was all so good...
And then faster...
Faster...
Changing the angle, hitting that glorious spot that sent shivers all through his body and precum dribbling out his cock...
Taj pushed the dildo in, faster, faster, until he was slamming it into his ass and grunting with every thrust, body tingling as the pleasure wound tighter around his cock, tighter, tighter-
CRUNCH!
...For a moment Taj wasn't sure what had happened. One minute he'd been fucking himself with abandon...
...And the next the dildo's balls and base were a mangled mess in his hand.
Slowly, he withdrew the sex toy, wilting erection forgotten, and turned on the lamp.
The balls and entire base were crushed. He hadn't known silicone could do that. But then, he was superstrong, he remembered suddenly. He was superstrong and had been doing his best to have an orgasm-that involved substantial loss of personal control. Turning the dildo over in his hands, Taj wondered if he'd ever be able to use a dildo now without it breaking. Would he ever be full again?
...It was then Taj realized his true calling.
*
THREE YEARS LATER...
Dr. Taj Abernathy strode into his underground lab feeling distinctly pleased with himself. He'd had five new orders for the Elemental, in various colors and corresponding resistances (though the flame-resistant model seemed the most popular); three suggestions for new toys to develop (all just since this morning!); and Indestructo had sent an email requesting to be one of Purna Labs's test subjects. If the superhero looked half as good naked as he did in that blue spandex, Taj was going to have to hide behind one-way glass to keep from tackling the man and offering himself as a subject for a superfuck.
He smiled at that-“superfuck” was one of the words he used on the projects he'd invented and patented for the small but dedicated superhero consumer. His was thus far the only company inventing sex toys for the specially powered, and while he enjoyed having no competition, he hoped someday the idea would spread and supers like him would have more options-not only in sex toys, but in other things as well.
He would stick to sex toys though, at least for now. They held a special place in his heart, just as his first broken dildo held a special place in his office, and before that, had held a special place in his ass. It was that dildo that had led to his epiphany three years earlier-the moment he'd understood why his mother wanted to name him Purna, and why he was given superstrength and a love of science in the first place:
Taj was born to spread fullness and joy to the world.
And he was doing it, one superdildo at a time.
Author: newtypeshadow
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Original
Pairing: none
Wordcount: 1060
Warnings: masturbation, sex toys.
Notes: Inspired by wanting to write smut after reading "Unmasked," a gay superhero erotica anthology; and then seeing hamletmachine's [totally not worksafe] picture "Bowen."
Taj never thought the name his mother favored for him, “Purna,” would stick. It meant filled, fullness, fulfilled, and his mother wanted to name him that before his father put his foot down. “It sounds like a girl's name,” Mr. Abernathy had said. And so Taj had been named after his grandfather on each side instead, Taj Michael Abernathy, and that had been the end of it.
Until he became superstrong during a lab accident. Who did that happen to, outside of comic books? Taj had been well on his way to becoming a world-class scientist...and now, because of his lab accident, he could barely hold a beaker without breaking it. It just wasn't fair.
“Do you know why I was going to name you Purna when you were born?” Mrs. Abernathy asked when Taj moved back home for a month to minimize the damage he did to his apartment. “I knew you were special, and that whatever you did in your life, you would be filled with joy, and you would fill others with joy, too.”
Taj wanted to believe her, and until the accident, he had felt in his bones that he would be happy, and that he would discover things that made the world a better place. But now...well, now he had superstrength. What was he supposed to do with it? He was a scientist, not a...a fighter, a superhero.
So for a month, Taj worked on controlling his powers. Then he moved back to his apartment and thought. What could he possibly do that would satisfy his scientific abilities now that everyone involved in the lab accident had essentially been blacklisted from the science department of every well-standing university in the country?
By nightfall, Taj still hadn't figured it out. Worse, when he got into bed he couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned, and finally pulled open his nightstand drawer. It was his first night back in his own bed, with no one around-least of all his parents-to hear him masturbating. He had superpowers now that he had to keep secret, and that he had never had an interest in, even when he was a little kid. And...he was out of work.
Definitely a dildo night.
Taj pulled out the thick six-inch dildo and a bottle of lube. Already, he was getting hard anticipating this thing pounding into him, rubbing his sweet spot with its slicked silicone tip. He greased up his fingers and started jacking off, paying much more attention to the feeling of his fingers inside of him-the burn that didn't seem to hurt anymore, but still felt so damn good when he thrust his fingers up to the second knuckle and flipped onto his knees to get in a third.
His cock was throbbing, his hips rutting into the sheets, when he finally felt for the dildo on the bed and greased it up in the dark. It slid into him with delicious friction-he never stretched enough for it, he loved feeling it enter him, loved feeling like he was too tight, the cock was too big-and then the heart-stuttering moment when it was all the way in, silicone balls against his ass, and resting inside him, hard and still and oh so big.
Face pressed into the pillow, Taj let himself exhale slowly when he pulled the dildo out a few inches, then pressed it back in. Oh, that was good-so good, damn he'd missed this. Out and in again, just getting used to the feel of it, the thickness and length again, it was all so good...
And then faster...
Faster...
Changing the angle, hitting that glorious spot that sent shivers all through his body and precum dribbling out his cock...
Taj pushed the dildo in, faster, faster, until he was slamming it into his ass and grunting with every thrust, body tingling as the pleasure wound tighter around his cock, tighter, tighter-
CRUNCH!
...For a moment Taj wasn't sure what had happened. One minute he'd been fucking himself with abandon...
...And the next the dildo's balls and base were a mangled mess in his hand.
Slowly, he withdrew the sex toy, wilting erection forgotten, and turned on the lamp.
The balls and entire base were crushed. He hadn't known silicone could do that. But then, he was superstrong, he remembered suddenly. He was superstrong and had been doing his best to have an orgasm-that involved substantial loss of personal control. Turning the dildo over in his hands, Taj wondered if he'd ever be able to use a dildo now without it breaking. Would he ever be full again?
...It was then Taj realized his true calling.
*
THREE YEARS LATER...
Dr. Taj Abernathy strode into his underground lab feeling distinctly pleased with himself. He'd had five new orders for the Elemental, in various colors and corresponding resistances (though the flame-resistant model seemed the most popular); three suggestions for new toys to develop (all just since this morning!); and Indestructo had sent an email requesting to be one of Purna Labs's test subjects. If the superhero looked half as good naked as he did in that blue spandex, Taj was going to have to hide behind one-way glass to keep from tackling the man and offering himself as a subject for a superfuck.
He smiled at that-“superfuck” was one of the words he used on the projects he'd invented and patented for the small but dedicated superhero consumer. His was thus far the only company inventing sex toys for the specially powered, and while he enjoyed having no competition, he hoped someday the idea would spread and supers like him would have more options-not only in sex toys, but in other things as well.
He would stick to sex toys though, at least for now. They held a special place in his heart, just as his first broken dildo held a special place in his office, and before that, had held a special place in his ass. It was that dildo that had led to his epiphany three years earlier-the moment he'd understood why his mother wanted to name him Purna, and why he was given superstrength and a love of science in the first place:
Taj was born to spread fullness and joy to the world.
And he was doing it, one superdildo at a time.