Supers_Ex Gods_A Sexy Romp
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Really it was a like the feeling you get when someone takes a baseball bat to your nuts, and you know one of those testicles just died, never to return. Now imagine that but never stopping.
Well, then take the opposite of that. What’s the opposite of that, you ask? I’ll get there soon. Suffice it to say, I went from an extreme low to an extreme high very quickly.
My head cleared in the transport bus, me on my way to spend the rest of my life in prison. We were just turning down Central, an odor like burnt toast in the air, when shots sounded and the driver swerved.
I remember seeing a rocket launcher, and then recognizing a face from the truck next to us—Lenny, one of my adopted dad’s associates, and then the explosions started. Best I could figure, this was my escape. Somehow, people involved with my dad were trying to break me out, which didn’t make sense in any way, but when the bus went flying in the air, tipping over and about to slam me into the concrete, I knew they were failing.
Whoever was trying to break me free had just killed me.
And then it happened, the moment that would change me forever. When I say change, I mean FUCKING CHANGE.
Concrete was coming up fast, that damn smell of burnt toast growing stronger, and I noticed that my feet were asleep, or maybe I was having a stroke or something, because then it felt like my ass was asleep, a second later the side of my face.
Do asses fall asleep when you have a stroke? Hell, at the time I had no idea what was happening, but then the crash came… and blackness.
It wasn’t death, I knew that much. There was too much pain for that to be the case. And yet, it wasn’t the sort of pain you’d expect from a crash. It was like someone had pulled out my soul and then jammed it back inside me again.
At least the smell was gone, only now there was something in the air that made it feel sparse, a cold, staleness to it. My body was so cold.
When I looked around, I saw gray, metal walls. No windows. I was on the floor, and now I understood why I was cold—the floor was also metal, and I was nude. Completely nude! Lying on a metal floor without any clothes would do that.
Where the hell were my clothes?
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