This was so going to end badly. He cannot pull this whole superhero stunt off, even after all this time. Especially now.

That much Gumball thought when he again donned the Lazerheart costume he's had collecting dust in the closet for an eternity of six years. It was so covered in dust, there would've been three generations of dust bunnies living in them by now, especially the boots since there were literally clumps of them stuffed in both boots. There were no signs of the costume having been torn down as they still looked new and in great condition since donning it. 

His family members didn't give him too much of a hassle even though he had on a thong without even knowing because he was too excited to become the personified hero of Love and Optimism. As Sarah dubbed him to be, he still looked like an Eastern European pop star though, especially in the slutty range considering his change from a pair of tighty-whities to a magenta thong that matched the color of his outfit. Heck, his butt even completed the look, having a feminine body and so on that really fit in the outfit.

He was finally ready the next day, after some mental prepping for embarrassment and pep-talking to himself in the mirror, and he was ready. Ready to fight crime once more! Kind of, he doesn't have much to do anymore, besides try to hassle Darwin into another intimate moment without getting caught, which he wasn't good at doing flawlessly.

And thus, he spent most of the day 'saving' it by doing just about the same thing he's done since being a kid, leaping over cars halfway, running around looking at the sky to the pretense that he was actually flying. Bonus points for that when a few weirdos, including a certain bulb who went out in his underpants, had asked to join him. Good thing he didn't come to see Harold, Tobias' dad considering there's a small chance he may still be sore about the pretend-flying thing. Maybe not years later but who knows?

He didn't mind the looks he got along the way when he did the one good thing, which was busting up a small group of people exchanging drugs and the like while smoking like chimneys. He was sure he was supposed to find those in an abandoned building or a part of Elmore barely anybody goes to or lives in. But regardless, he did his duty, or at least tried to, when he loudly proclaims himself and his purpose at them and the citizens passing by before pouncing on the first guy and headbutting him into unconsciousness. The others made a run at him but thanks to his mother's training, all four of the others were out down, coming out of it with a few bruises, ruffled fur, and some powder covering some of his ski mask.

Needless to say, that encounter just influenced the blue-furred teen to go even further than a couple of thugs. 

He was going after cutthroat killers! Ooh, scary! But it won't be so long as Lazerheart was there to say the day!

But wait, where is he going to find a bunch of criminals at? There hadn't been too many of those since the fingerprint guy had reformed himself (Gumball thinks he may have been permanently smeared somewhere) and any other punk had been detained, put in therapy, or have moved on elsewhere. Unless...

"The warehouse!" Gumball so exclaims while scouting for crime in the crappiest part of town where trouble was at every corner, having spotted one just a few streets from where he was hanging onto the top of a worn and dangerously tilting light pole. "Lazerheart is on the prowl now!" 

He was set to jump off but the pole he tried sliding down instead bent and fell down, taking him with it as he shrieked. The resulting clang threw him to the ground as he grunted, unharmed save for being shaken up. He shook his head to gather himself as he jumped up to his feet, taking off across the street towards the warehouse, invigorated with justice.

By the time he arrives, he was almost completely out of breath leaning against the grey building that was, thankfully, small. Because of a massive fist fight taking place beyond his control, the teen had to cut through a myriad of backyards and rotting fences that nearly clipped off his undergarments while dodging rabid dogs, surprised neighbors that took to trying to maul the feline, and so on. Adrenaline did a lot for a guy like him, and he was damn well good with how to use it.

"Jeez, that took longer than it was supposed to, but I'm, *pant*, here now!" Gumball announced to himself as he took a minute or two to catch his breath and pace himself before taking the grapple hook he had snagged on his way over, and, with a few failed tries, threw it onto the edge of the roof, feeling it catch before jumping and firmly latching onto the rope before climbing up. Regardless of the warehouse not being tall, he still shook with the fear of falling as he scaled the wall without so much as a glance downward. When he reaches the top, Gumball finds the hook and yanks with a grunt a few times to dislodge it before searching the roof for a window- or an open window he can drop in from.

To bust up whatever was going on in a place like a warehouse, dropping in from above would be the way to go, because it's awesome and frankly, badass. Though, Gumball still wasn't too risk-taking as he would've been back then, especially to jump through a pane of glass. But just this once, he'll give it a try so he can really get the hang of being a superhero. That Sarah gave him.

Ugh.

"Jackpot!" He beams upon finding one roof window that was smashed in already and an idea comes to mind. He makes this cheeky grin and takes the rope with the hook attached and finds something to tie it to. "I'm gonna spook these guys really good, they won't know what hit them!"

And with that, he wraps some rope and wraps it around his waist as he positions himself at the edge of the long-broken-in window, taking a few deep breaths, hoping for the best out of this as he counted down from five.

Four.

"Three. Two." And his pupils turn to slits. It's go time.

"One." 

And he takes a great leap, soaring into the warehouse that was dimly lit upside down, his eyes shut close, hoping the rope was tied firmly around that rusty pipe a few feet away. He came to a stop a fair distance from the ground, throwing one individual off guard, who yelped in utter shock at Gumball's sudden arrival.

"What the hell?" Said individual, Julius Oppenheim Jr asked out of shock, wide eyes directed at Lazerheart, whose ass was completely out- wait. "Gumball?!"

"It is I, Lazerheart, and I-" He was cut off immediately when the rope suddenly snaps back, taking him with it. "WHOA!!!" And then he yowled and screeched, being bounced up and down and around like a living yo-yo while Julius watched with growing amusement.

What was a sap like this doing in this part of town? Especially in that get-up. If he doesn't know the loser better, he'd guess that he was playing hero, which was really working out great for him right now. He bets the feline did something really dumb and mediocre, like what? Help an old lady across the street? Stop a burglar? Fly around somehow? Please, the only thing super about Gumball is him being a pain in the ass and having the second smallest IQ on the planet next to his fat slob of a dad. He probably couldn't bunny hop unless there was food in front of him.

The bomb had come here simply to mope and get lost in his own feelings since his girlfriend had dumped him and ran off with one of his posse, Scythe, who made the mistake of belittling him for letting her leave him in the first place. He struck a nerve already telling him he wasn't a good enough leader as he wasn't a good boyfriend, but the rat had really done it when he told him his dick was as small as his fuse on his head. He didn't get very far with that before Julius threw the first punch and everything was a blur until he no longer saw red but was hunched over a bloodied, battered, and totally unconscious Scythe. He didn't look any better himself given the scratches and bites but he did the most damage.

The whole thing happened weeks ago and the little bastard never spoke unless he was spoken to if he wanted to avoid drinking cheese out of a tube again.

At first, he hung out in a dimly lit warehouse just to mope and be alone, but with Gumball here, trying to bungee jump looking like one of those traps Leslie hangs with, he was pretty much entertained. And aroused at that too now that he's gotten a look at that plump blue rump sticking out perfectly from that thong he had on, feeling his pants tighten. Apparently, Lazerheart's got a hobby going on with that, and he hasn't had anything to get off on other than the fleshlight at home he got from a friend and his hand.

He sits back against the counter and watches, palming his clothed erection, the failed hero get entangled in the rope and try to break free, whilst still spouting that superhero bullshit down at him.

"Uh-uh, just you wait, evildoer, I'll bring you justice in just, whoa, a second! Just as soon as I- AH!" Gumball screamed when the rope snapped off and he plummeted down onto something, landing with a oomph, spewing dust everywhere. His vision clears up and he finds that he had landed on a small mattress, his chest and arms tied firmly together in bungee rope (as he came to realize), and best of all, with his rear pointed directly towards the grey teen licking his lips.

"For me? Don't mind if I do." Julius chuckled lowly, advancing towards the tied feline as he took off both gloves, who actively fought against his bonds until he felt a hand slap across his ass, eliciting a surprised yowl out of him.

"Y-you fiend! Uh, uh- wait! You haven't beaten me yet, foul scum, I will prevai- gah!" Gumball cried when he was struck again and his butt was grabbed with both hands. "H-hey, what're you...doing...?"

"What? Helping myself out to this here, guess you weren't called Gummypuss by your hot mommy for nothing." Julius responded, manipulating his cheeks and spreading them wide, getting a good look of his hole covered partly by the strip of clothing belonging to the thong he were, hissing as his erection twitched, pushing against his pants. Gumball bit his lip at how expertly his ass was worked, fighting back a moan when Julius stuck his fingers in and rubbed at his anus, sending pleasured shocks through his body. His resistance to his accidental bonds weakened considerably.

"I...will...win...ag-against crime, aw fuck..." He tried desperately to sound heroic, his face heating up as he panted and the bomb behind him had folded his fingers within his man panties and pulled, nearly moaning out of arousal when his ass was freed, wobbling in place for his eyes to enjoy.

"Jackpot." He heard the bully mumble, spreading his ass again.

"But, you have a girlfriend, why me?" Gumball asked, having awakened partly out of his lusted haze. 

"We broke up, it's a long story, I'm hard and want your boy bussy, end of story," Julius said quickly before leaning down and tonguing the teen's hole.

"Ngh!"

Gumball released a series of soft gasps with the bomb teen hungrily licking up and down his asshole while spreading his ass open with both hands, just loving the squishy, fluffy feel, further agitating his hardness. It almost reminded him of the many times he dug his tongue into Debbie a number of ways until she burst and coated his tongue and his face in her juices. There were a few select times that she'd let him rim her out until she wanted his cock in her minutes after. Because of their time together, he now sees this blue-furred bufoon just like her, appreciating the way he worked his tongue in his asshole despite their differences.

"J-Julius, ah! Deeper. Deeper, please!" Gumball sighed, airily moaning when the bomb humanoid pulls back to smack his ass again before going back in, doing just as he asked, going deeper. But he hardly needed to as he instead planted his lips on the wet hole and sucked, humming, until he drew back with a pop, receiving a pleasant noise from the so-called hero. He does it repeatedly, alternating between licks, kisses and sucks on the feline's hole before sticking his fingers in and pumping it loose, curling and parting his fingers to heighten the pleasure.

"Ah! Ahh...! God, Julius, fuck, more...more!"

"Gladly." The bully grinned, locating his sweet spot and tapping it, sending a surge of pleasure throughout his body until he felt him tighten up on his fingers as he groaned. His tail stood straight for a good few seconds with him twisting the digits around until his pucker relaxed and his fingering was a tad bit slower than before. "What was that?"

It wasn't until Gumball was finished whimpering did he respond. "I-I came."

"Cool." He huffed before deciding that he wanted in this and pulled his fingers out, stepping back to undo his pants. The blue cat whined at the loss and looked back to the best of his ability to see the bomb man unbutton and pull his pants down, biting his lip again at the girthy seven inches he held in his hand. His tail had started to quiver and sway around when he came back, flopping his dick on his asscheeks. He found out from there that where he was laying had put him perfectly in position for the older teen to stand and fuck him with ease.

Julius hummed, biting his lip at the sight of the tied bozo's ass hugging his cock that dripped precum, sharing his eagerness to fuck. He exhaled sharply, taking his explosive meat and sticking the dark grey tip at Gumball's soaked pucker. "You ready for the dynamite stick, kid?" 

"Oh, dude, that sounds a bit wrong but yeah, gimme it all the way," Gumball answered with a bit of sass, arching his back and meowing in bliss when the humanoid moves forward, sliding his dick in slowly, moaning softly and closing his eyes until he reached the hilt.

"Fuck yes, I'm gonna enjoy pounding this ass." He said before pulling out and pushing back in slowly with the feline sharply inhaling, feeling his neglected cock awaken once more. He goes back in deep again and grabs ahold of both his hips to steady himself before pulling out again to the tip and slamming back in again harder, drawing a yelp from Gumball that echoed in the place, enabling him to go ahead and move, gasping from how smooth his walls were stroking him. "Damn, this ass likes me. Likes a big cock like mine. Fuck yeah."

"And I'm the one, ah, who's givin' it to you," Gumball added, overhearing his hushed words as he moaned along with him, just giving in to the cock stretching his walls and pleasing him from behind. He's just as big as Rob, and it said a lot considering he's about to get fucked at the same pace in a little while. "Now give it to me."

Julius' answer was to lean back and change the angle of his rolling hips that stroked his anal walls longer but faster. His hand squeezes his rump as he goes, occasionally slapping the left one with his free hand and making him buck back against him, increasing the pleasure. The long meow from Gumball encouraged him to slam his hips harder against him the faster he went while panting faster, growling in pleasure as he spanked him relentlessly. By then, the warehouse was filled with sounds of skin slapping and the feminine cries of a blue cat dressed up like a stripper.

A stripper getting pounded, that is.

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna- Grrh~!" Gumball warned eventually, already nearing another orgasm as his ears were filled with rhythmic smacking coming from behind him and his eyes were tightly closed. Julius slapped his right cheek again before mounting the mattress with one knee, still keeping his swift pace, grunting in agreement. He hadn't figured for a day of being Lazerheart to end like this, nor did he count getting fucked by a guy like Julius when it was supposed to be Tobias next. He had a list of guys to get fucked by after Rob and Darwin. It wasn't very long, thank goodness, but there wasn't a lot of good picks, aside from Tobias, Bobert, that rat guy, and...

Julius? To be honest, he didn't really see an explosive guy being his type but since arriving into the warehouse and getting taken by him, which he is now, he's had second thoughts. And he could hear his fuse sizzling away. His eyes flew open just as his orgasm crashed through from getting his prostate struck continuously, effectively smothering the panic rising in him. He cried out when he did and opened his mouth to say so before Julius decided to warn him of his own upcoming climax.

"Fuck, you damn squirt! I'm gonna fuckin' blow, shit!" He grunted, giving the cat harder thrusts as he struggled to keep his pace. "Fuuuuck!"

"C-cum in me but don't, l-like, actually blow up- unh! Please!" Gumball responded in kind, pausing in between to register the numbingly ecstatic shock coursing through him each time his sweet spot was struck. The bomb guy didn't seem to listen and only groaned in return as his breathing becomes ragged. Gumball closed his eyes, bracing himself.

"Holy fuckin- FUCK!" 

An explosion happened alright, but it wasn't what the tied teen was expecting when he heard the whining sound of his head emitting sparkling matter as he came, shooting his load in huge spurts inside of the feline, who sighed loudly, each exhale coming out with a moan as he felt his ass warm up and fill with explosive guy fluids. Julius's sounds were loud, guttural, and almost concerning to the cat, who thought his orgasm was much to handle. Either way, he didn't explode, which was good, really good.

"Oh, thank God..." Gumball shivered as everything quieted down and both guy's highs were down. Julius' spark fizzed out, leaving his fuse to grow back out, good as new while he hissed and pulled out, enabling his cum to slowly drip from his asshole. He chuckled softly at the sight as he tucked himself away and pulled his pants back up before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a slip of paper that had his phone number and address written on both sides. 

He blew out a breath rolling it up and sticking it into one of Gumball's boots before handling his butt one last time, a relieved smile on his face. "Thanks, squirt, I was wonderin' when I was finally getting to fuck again."

"Ye-yeah...don't mention it," Gumball mewled, his heroic grin weary as he purred from the walking explosive caressing his tender buttocks. "For Lazerheart is always there for those in need. And I could use a hand getting this rope off me, so..."

"Yeah, nah," Julius shrugged, giving his rear one last tap before turning and walking away. "I'm beat. See ya around."

"But..." Gumball started but he was already out of earshot and alone. He sighed and buried his face into the dirty mattress.

So much for being a hero these days.