“I understand that such a thing is…trying for parents. That you may not know what to do. But I assure you, I’m here to help.”

Dick O’Malley was a young lad, age 10, and a mutant. And this meant there were real, serious issues to overcome. And more unfortunately, it meant his parents weren’t sure how to handle things. After all, he was psychic. This meant no secrets, no surprises could be kept from him, and it also meant, because he was so young, he simply could not control his powers all the time. It had been cute when he’d accidentally overheard his teachers thoughts in the teacher’s lounge and asked why Mr. Clarke wanted to get into Ms. Johnson’s pants. It had NOT been so funny when he’d kept hearing everyone’s thoughts and had gone almost catatonic. 

Luckily the esteemed Professor Xavier, who had a Gifted Institute for Higher Learning, had come as soon as he could, the bald man wheeling himself into their home from his car, Dick’s parents happily chatting it up with him in the living room. His eyebrows were arched high as he saw Dick peeking down from the stairs to the right and he smiled warmly at the yellow-haired lad. “Good afternoon, Dick. Your parents and I were just talking about you.” He insisted.

Dick gulped a bit, tugging on his white and blue t-shirt as he walked into the living room and sat down on the soft blue couch nearby, Professor Xavier turning back to his parents, Mr. O’Malley’s mustachioed face filled with concern. 

“You’re sure you can help him control his powers?” He asked.

“Without a doubt.” Professor Xavier insisted, holding a hand up and giving Mr. O’Malley and Mrs. O’Malley a smile as Dick’s mother scratched her head.

“Well…what will it cost? We want what’s best for him, but we don’t know if we can afford this.”

“I take cases such as Dick’s pro bono.” Professor Xavier offered, steepling his hands and giving them a nod. “You needn’t pay a penny. It’s just a matter of some paperwork. Would you like to discuss it upstairs, privately, whilst I speak a little with Dick? I’d like his own opinion on this without possible…influence from you. He may keep his true feelings hidden for your sake.” 

The two parents nodded, Professor Xavier turning to Dick and giving him a nod. “Well?”

“I…I’m a little nervous.” Dick murmured. “I wanna control my powers. I don’t wanna keep accidentally poking around in people’s heads.” The kid said, freckled face crestfallen as he sighed. 

“That’s reasonable. Shall we speak in your yard?” Professor Xavier asked, Dick and he heading out the nearby door and into the backyard, Professor Xavier looking about. “My, it’s quite large, isn’t it? Good that you’ve such a nice, huge yard. Children need to run around.”

“I guess.” Dick admitted.

“But there’s not really any place for you to run now. Now that you’re alone and cut off from your parents, I can claim you without any interference from them. I didn’t want to risk them trying to alert the authorities.” Professor Xavier intoned, his voice becoming suddenly more darker, more powerful as Dick gasped, his form shifting, morphing, becoming something new, different, a being that now towered high over him. He had a helmeted head, sharp purple claws, powerful reddish/purple armor and piercing blue eyes. His shoulders possessed bladed armor, his feet were booted, and he was immensely muscular and mighty, Dick could easily be crushed in his palm.

“Wh…what the?” Dick whispered, feeling rooted to the spot as the being waved a clawed hand in the air at him. 

“I am Onslaught, child. I’ve been posing as Professor Xavier, hunting down psychic children like yourself. Your power is quite…useful to one such as me. You’ll contribute to my own considerable psychic might. A few more like you and I won’t even need to continue any true charade, I could simply walk right into a house and take who I want, and they’d be powerless to stop me.” Onslaught informed Dick with a calm, soft chuckle as he held out a clawed hand. “Strip. You won’t need your clothes where you’re going.”

Dick blinked slowly. Why was he removing his shirt, his socks, his pants, all of that? He should be running, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so, he felt compelled to continue, and was soon utterly stark naked, as a majestic manhood had emerged, cockslit inviting and waiting, throbbing in Dick’s face. It’s dark head bobbed steadily as his growing phallus's tip starting to press firmly against the little one’s face. It grew outward, Onslaught rumbling in pleasure.

He stroked over the bulging top of his cock, the thing was now practically a tower, a throbbing, pulsating pipe, and with a SQA-LORK, his face slid into lengthening slit of Onslaught’s cock. He moaned a bit more, flexing his manhood’s muscles as another inch of Dick was sucked into the dick. Onslaught patted the child’s head in a comforting fashion before the head was soon completely engulfed by Onslaught’s mighty manhood.

His neck was now disappearing with a satisfying wet noise into the psychic being’s cock, his manhood taking in neck and shoulders, Onslaught happily stroking over his erection with his clawed hands, sighing wistfully. The cumslit lips had easily taken in the boy’s shoulders and now were being hungrily gobbled up, another flex of the cock taking in the boy’s upper body. He didn’t even try to struggle or resist as Onslaught reached down to his ankles, getting a good grip on them and picking them up. Dick felt gravity begin to tug him deeper into his new home, Onslaught’s balls now taking in the child. The psychic hissed in delight, his testicles swelling with pride at their new meal, the child’s legs becoming swiftly claimed by the swollen cock. His feet were soon right up to the slit, and then they too vanished, Onslaught rubbing his enormous ballsack, sighing in delight.

“Lovely.” He intoned, gently stroking his bulging member, feeling the visible bulges of the little one heading down into his waiting sac, soon the child was completely tucked within the scrotum and his balls were bloated, a thing of beauty. He massaged them happily as they swung from side to side. “Your body will serve to add to my assets as your mind and powers become my own. Rejoice, little one. You’re home. A part of something infinitely greater, a part of something beautiful. And the process is as gentle for you as it is pleasurable for me.” He said, speaking regally, his sac getting to work. Dick would be broken down, one gentle orgasm at a time, transformed into cum as his mind was lovingly absorbed by Onslaught.

With a satisfied sigh, Onslaught took his head, his fake visage of Professor Xavier manifested again as he conjured up an illusionary Dick to hide the boy’s disappearance. Dick would be coming with him, Xavier reasoned to the family, giving himself a small, dark little smile. Oh, if only they knew how truthfully he was speaking. If only.