The Teen Jocks Ch. 02

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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41,000 feet above the Atlantic Ocean

A flat screen TV plays a American news broadcast showing a handsome looking middle-aged man in a pressed suit and tie, clearly reading off of a teleprompter: "In other news, this following Sunday marks the 10th anniversary of international superhero Captain Ultimate..." a picture of the muscle bound superhero rescuing a man and woman from a burning picture is put up on the screen next to the man's face "... defeating crazed supervillain Hypno, after a long fought battle across London, ending with Ultimate throwing him through the London Eye and the Ferris Wheel falling atop him, killing —". The TV is abruptly cut off via remote by a chiseled faced man with black hair and chilling, almost soul piercing blue eyes. The man is dressed in a three piece black suit with a red tie.

The blue eyed man turns to another one dressed in a hand-me-down grey tweed suit and with wearing a grey fedora atop his bald head, horn-rimmed glasses sitting on the top of his nose that constantly fall down the bridge of it, no matter how hard he tries to push them back up. The red-tie man glances down for a second, then in a quick motion picks up a glass cup to his left and throws it angrily against the opposite wall.

The glass explodes like a grenade, making glass shards and ice go everywhere. The tweed suit man flinches as sweat begins to form and bead slightly down his smooth head. The man in the red tie breathes heavily and turns back to the tweed suit man, asking in a deep, raspy voice, "Did you bring the files?".

"Yes." The tweed suit man nervously replies back, before grabbing a brown briefcase next to his chair and putting it on a table between their two chairs.

He opens the briefcase and pulls out six beige-colored folders. Each one is individually labeled: "Flyby", "Boomer", "Brad Knight", "Direwolf", "Nightshadow", "Witch Boy", and "Arachnid".

The red tie man rudely snatches the folders out of the man's hand. He holds the folders in his hands and while flicking through a couple of them, a smile creeps up his face, and then he starts to laugh maniacally to something only himself is privy to.

Another man comes out of the cockpit and announces that they are getting ready to make their descent into London. The man has a spacey look on his face and he isn't really looking at either of the two men.

"Good. Time to check out the artistic legacy of jolly old London" The man in the red tie says with a side grin on his chiseled face.

The Training Deck - A Simple, Easy Training Simulation

Mr. Wizard walks over to a black oak Steinway grand piano and plays a random set of keys. He stops, steps away, and looks at everyone else in the room. Everything becomes quiet for a couple of seconds, until a whirring and clicking noise can be heard coming from the far left wall.

A piece of the wall opens up and reveals a secret elevator inside. Mr. Wizard walks to the open elevator doors and ushers everyone inside. The only one who follows his command is Tommy, soon followed by everyone else. The last person inside of the small elevator is Duke, whose big cock flops around in his pants. Once they were all crowded in the elevator, some of them (mainly just Scott and Brad) had their packages pressed up against Mason and Tommy's backsides. Tommy was to Mason's right and occasionally their shoulders would brush, while both muscular teens could feel the hard bodies of Scott and Brad behind them. Duke was in front of Mason and his well-fitting singlet left nothing to the imagination, as his big black butt was pushed out, almost touching Mason's crotch.

Wizard was behind everyone just taking in all of their hunky jock bodies. Wizard spoke out aloud apparently to no one, saying, "Take us down to the Training Deck, ADAM."

Of course, Adrian. A nice but cold male voice replied back from thin air.

The elevator then began to go down as pleasant music filled the air. Mason started to grow a little anxious, not liking to be kept in enclosed spaces for too long. He began to rock back and forth, resulting in his exposed, jock strapped butt bumping into Brad's big cock, which started to plump as Mason's meaty muscle butt encased the long, thick piece of meat in his crack, while Mason's crotch bumped at Duke's large ass.

Both Brad and Duke immediately noticed, but did nothing to stop it. As time went on, Mason rocked back and forth even faster, the sensation of his cock bumping into Duke's ass making him extremely hard and Brad's dick growing hard as well. With Brad's large cock sandwiched in between Mason's fat asscheeks, the frat jock's cockhead would bump up against Mason's exposed hole, leaving a nice glob of thick, tasty precum right over the pink puck, essentially lubing the teen jock's crack. Mason abruptly stopped when he felt hands slide up his sides and stop to grab onto his pecs. He looked behind him but Brad was just staring off into space, minding his own business.

Mason turns back around and continues to rock back and forth until the doors open to reveal a long stretch of brightly-lit hallway. Duke steps out first, followed by Tommy, Mason, Brad, Scott, and finally Mr. Wizard.

Mr. Wizard leads the group down the white hallway towards a grey metal door with a dim blue panel to the left of it. Wizard stops at the panel and places the palm of his hand in its surface, as line runs up and down the panel. As soon as the line reaches the top, Wizard takes his hand away and the entire panel lights up green but before a hole opens up beneath the panel. Unashamed, Wizard unzips his pants and takes hold of his hard, uncut cock and sticks it in the almost cushioned looking hole.

Wizard stands there for a second with his cock in a hole in the wall. Brad thinks to himself, It looks like a glory hole! Awesome! Might have to check that out later. Eventually, an outer ring of green shows around the hole and the older man is able to take his dick out. Weirdly it looked like a string of precum was attaching his cock to the back of the hole.

A familiar voice cuts through the quiet in the hallway.

"Fingerprint and palm print identification match. Penis identification also a match. You may proceed, Adrian Wizard."

The metal doors slowly slide open to reveal a lit room with floor to ceiling high glass windows along the right, left, and opposite walls that look out to a gymnasium like large white room.

Mr. Wizard turns around to the group and says, "Welcome to the Training Deck." He then walks backwards into the room while the guys follow him.

"You're probably all wondering what this place is, right?" Everyone nods, even Tommy and Duke, who are immersed in the environment around them. "I had it built long before I learned about you guys and assembled you all together."

"Beyond those windows is a room specially designed and built to simulate a real-life battle between heroes — that's you — and the bad guys. It can simulate rain, wind, heat, cold, and more." He explains.

"Wow." Duke lowly exclaims. "Are we about to go in there?"

"Yes, Boomer, we are. I need to see up close what you're all capable of doing." Wizard replies.

"Wait, wait. So your superhero name is Boomer?" Brad asks.

"Yeah. It's a nickname my wrestling friends call me. I like to slam my opponents really hard on the mat." Duke replies back to Brad.

"So. What's your power? Do you fart really loudly and people leave the room?" Brad jokingly mocks.

"Mr. Knight, I would advise you to not —"

Wizard tries to tell Brad not to mock Duke but, the damage had been done and Brad was tossed back by a shiny purple blast. The glass windows shuddered under the immense power and Scott could feel his eardrums almost burst. Brad bounced off the wall and left a large dent.

"Ugh..." Brad groaned and with shaky legs got off the floor. His face suddenly turned bright red with anger and smoke began to float off of his body, then all of a sudden he erupted into flames. Bright red and yellow flames surrounded his naked body, and as he got closer to Duke, they seemed to glow brighter and brighter.

Brad then threw a large fireball with a wave of his right hand towards Duke, who held his ground. The only thing to stop Duke from being burnt to a crisp was Tommy, who turned the yellow ball of fire into ice with a flick of his hand before it got closer to the black wrestler. The ball fell to the ground and shattered into a million pieces.

"God damn it!" Mr. Wizard exclaimed. "Mr. Knight stop this right now!" Brad immediately turns off the flames and Boomer drops his fighting stance.

"Don't you remember that we're all supposed to be a team? A team dedicated to fighting evil, not each other? Don't you all remember that?"

Everyone is silent, so Mr. Wizard loudly asks again.

Yeses ring out left and right in the room. "Well then start acting like it because you are the only shot we have to stop this impending doom upon our world." Mr. Wizard tells us wearily. "I'm sorry, Mr. W. I just lost my cool. I'm sorry also, Boomer." Brad apologizes.

"It's cool, dude." Duke answers back.

"I'm still not satisfied, Brad." Mr. Wizard tells Brad while looking deeply into his dark brown eyes. "After training please meet me in my office." Brad replies with a nod.

"Dude, so that's why Wizard calls you Witch Boy? That was so cool! What else can you do?" Mason whispered excitedly to Tommy.

Tommy gave the other jock a warm, innocent smile and replied "Yeah. I mean, that and because I got my powers from the old Druids of England. They chose me to be their magical champion. I can control the four elements and also do other broader magical stuff, like spells and shit, but I'm new at that so I'm still learning".

"So cool bro!" Mason whispered back a little loudly, wide eyed.

"So, if Duke's superhero name is Boomer, Scott's is Nightshadow, and I am Witch Boy, what are you called dude?" Tommy asked Mason as he put his toned arm around the other jock.

"Hm, well, I'm Flyby, I guess" Mason replied timidly.

"Oh wow, dude, so you're Flyby? That's awesome! You've been voted one of the hottest up and coming superheroes of Metro City just last month!" Tommy said happily, genuinely excited that his school mate was a well known superhero.

"Thanks man. I just started, but my record's already great" Mason resumed with his cocky attitude, while putting his own arm around Tommy's small waist affectionately. Then, remembering Brad's hulking, sexy body was right behind him, Mason turned around and got himself a quick look at the big cock between the quarterback's legs, before licking his lips and looking at his handsome face: "What's your superhero name, Brad?"

Brad looked at Mason with a small grin on his face.

"Well, I'm not a superhero like you guys yet, you know, cause I've just saved a few people here and there. It's amazing how Wizard tracked me with all the precautions I took to hide my secret because of my dad. But I was thinking my name could be Scorch, because of like, you know..."

Before Brad could finish, Mason completed "Because you're hot". After realizing what he had just said, Mason blushed like crazy and his face got all red, which earned a few chuckles from Tommy and Duke. Brad grinned even more at Mason and didn't say anything, but before Mason turned around Brad gave a long, hard look at him, like he was about to jump Mason's body and eat him alive. The look Brad gave Mason was so hot, heavy and smouldering Mason felt himself getting weak at his knees, feeling grateful for Tommy having his arm around his shoulder. Brad then finished his "I wanna fuck you hard" look with a slow, sensual lick of his lips and a very explicit wink to Mason. Mason felt like passing out at that moment.

As this was happening, Scott got closer to Boomer and touched his arm, prompting Boomer to look at the dark haired jock. "I've never seen that kind of energy before. What was it?" asked him.

"It was a photon blast derived from cosmic energy, I think" answered Boomer. "I was injected with a serum during an experiment at my school, which is actually owned by Mr. Wizard here, but there was a blackout during the shot. As the shot was ending the power came back on and a short circuit happened, and the equipment and bed I was attached to ended up receiving the full discharge of electrical energy. It was painful, but I felt really good after. Anyway, the serum was supposedly made of some liquid material off a fallen purple meteor that landed on earth. So the accident gave me the power to control this cosmic energy inside of me, in various forms" Boomer continued seriously.

"Wow. That's incredible. But what can you do with it, really?" Scott was very impressed with Boomer's abilities.

"Well, I can redirect the energy inside of me to shoot photon blasts, like you just saw, but I can also use it to fly, enhance my speed and strength... if I concentrate enough energy in any part of my body, I can release a huge explosion just by releasing it with a punch or a fist. It's fun, I'll show you sometime" Boomer said as he winked at Scott.

Scott seemed to get serious after Boomer's words, not saying anything for a while. To smooth things up, Boomer asked him in return: "So, from what I read from press reports and social media you don't have powers, right? Just your metal bat and your hard body. The famous Nightshadow is reportedly one of the greatest martial arts fighters in the world" complimented Bommer with a smile.

"I'm not that good. There are a few fighting styles I haven't mastered yet. But yes, it took me years of training with my da..." Scott cut himself off without any explanation.

"You're just humble, Scott. That's good bro" Duke smiled.

As the boys talked with each other, the tech mogul walked away to press a few buttons on a control panel on a table. A circular column raised up out of the ground to reveal seven phallic shaped rods placed inside of it. Mr. Wizard takes five of the seven rods out and hands them out to Tommy, Scott, Brad, Mason, and Duke.

"What the hell are these?" Duke questions while looking over the silver buttplug-looking item.

"They are devices I invented to monitor heart rate, blood pressure, breathing levels, body temperature, etc. And they cost a pretty penny to make, so be careful with them. Okay?" Wizard tells them.

"So if they're monitoring devices, where do we put them?" Scott confusingly asks.

"Let me show you. Tommy, will you come over here with your health plug, please?"

Tommy complies in a docile manner and walks over to a waiting Wizard. Tommy stands in front of Wizard as the man repositions him to stand beside him. Wizard then tells Tommy to bend over and push his thong strap to the side. The twink quickly obeys, his little black cape not even being long enough to cover his big, exposed ass. Bending over as told, Tommy takes his right hand and pushes the strap of his skimpy black thong to the side, exposing his entire smooth crack and tiny pink hole to the hunky jocks around him. Cocks could be seen twitching all around as the tight, virginal rosebud of the twink witch was bared for all to see.

Wizard takes the device, and before doing anything else he spits into his palm, only to start applying his spit soaked hand to Tommy's tiny pink sphincter, rubbing his fingers around and around his little nub. After a while, he begins to slowly finger Tommy's asshole, invading his anal cavity with his long thin finger. Tommy seemed to really like the stimulation because he subconsciously started pushing his hips backwards.

Wizard placed a firm hand on Tommy's waist to stop him and removed his finger from his pink nub.

"Sorry, Mr. Wizard" Tommy says shyly.

"It's fine, Tommy. You're just excited aren't you?" Tommy nods his head yes.

Before Tommy's tight ass ring can close, Wizard presses the device into his butt, slowly easing it in until the only thing the guys can see is a small silver circle poking out from Tommy's fat twink ass.

"And there we go. That's how the device can clearly monitor all of your vitals and such." Wizard offers.

Mason, Duke, Scott, and Brad turn and look at each other, then start to lower their underwear without any questions, Brad the only one not bothering himself with it since he was already naked, and the jocks start inserting the devices into their assholes. Scott's tiny pink asshole could be glimpsed for a second as he opened up his muscular ass to insert the plug, his skimpy, one size too small speedo pooling at his knees and his big thick cock flopping around in front of him. His tight hole winked when the cool air brushed up against it.

"Oh wait. I forgot to mention the health plugs self-lubricate when you bring it close to your assholes, so don't worry about hurting those tight asses of yours." Wizard reminded them.

Scott, Duke, and Brad got their plugs in, but Mason was having a little trouble trying to hold his smooth, fat muscular asscheeks apart and putting the device inside his tiny virgin hole. Duke came over to help and placed a dark hand on one cheek, pulling it to the side while his other hand stuck the plug in. "Here bro, let me help you, just bend over and grab your ankles." Duke told Mason.

Mason's cock chubbed up once again and could easily be seen through the thin, tight material of his jock. Once the plug was firmly inserted in and checked by Duke, who patted the bottom of the plug a couple of times, Wizard clapped his hands together and said excitedly:

"Now we can finally get to your first training session as a team!"

Wizard tells the group of hunky jocks to move onto an outlined white circle on the floor. Once everyone is on the platform, Wizard lowers them into the white room which the giant windows overlook. Up close and personal, the jocks can see that the room is larger than a gym and more around the size of a football field. The floor is split into even panels as is the walls and ceiling.

All of a sudden, light pours into the white room through unseen overhead lights, making the once bright room even brighter. Panels across the walls open up and projectors jut out shining light everywhere.

Mr. Wizard's smooth fatherly voice comes over a intercom: "Today we will be conducting a training simulation I designed where you will be fighting a group of low level thugs. You will need to stop them by working together as a team."

"ADAM. Begin training sim number D-259"

"Training Simulation Activated"

The lights cut off and the room was filled with darkness. Tommy begins thinking something has gone wrong, "What? What is happening?"

"Nothing, it's just the simulation starting, Witch Boy." Nightshadow reassures him with a hand on his shoulder.

Immediately the room lits back up and the five teens are standing in the middle of the Metro City Dockyard surrounded by a group of mean looking thugs. Some of them are holding guns and crowbars while others aren't. The biggest thug is bald and very muscular, almost like a bodybuilder with multiple tattoos and a lip piercing. Nightshadow goes into a defensive stance, glancing around trying to count how many surround them and planning the best course of action, but not before taking note of the big bald thug. Scorch lights up and instead of the hunky jock that was just there, floating in mid air there is a hunky jock encased in fire. Boomer clears his throat and carefully watches the thugs as they wait for something, and his body starts to light up with a purple colored aura. Like Scorch, Flyby takes off to the air and crosses his arms as he starts to count the number of thugs in the ground. Witch Boy mutters quietly a few arcane worlds in a language none of the jocks understand, as he holds his wooden staff in front of himself as protection.