Chad posed and flexed, his enormous body-builder physique stretching his super-suit taut to the point of creaking. His audience consisted of one cute-as-a-button little otter boyo who he'd spotted whilst flying past at sonic speed. A genuinely adorable little otter boy who'd been swimming all alone. In his underpants. Unsupervised. And those underpants just so happened to be branded with Chad the Super Stud himself - every little boy loved superheroes, and this particular little boy got to have a private show with his most favorite hero of all. Chad smirked as he fleeeexed his bulging, herculean pecs, and actually popped a stitch in the collar of his super-shirt. Yeah, this kid was cute as fuck. His cock shifted and swelled in its specially-tailord sling. He could feel its head straining down past his left knee. This was gonna be one hell of a private show. The kid whooped and cheered as Chad adopted the typical fists-on-hips hero stance. "Dude, that was AWESOME!" Chad chuckled, then shrugged his massive shoulders. "Yeah, I know." He sighed audibly, and looked around. Nobody in sight. "Welp, let's get this done, kid." "Get what done?" "You." Then, quick as lightning, he scooped up his new little otter bitch, and took off into the air like a bullet. The sheer volume of the passing wind drowned out what he assumed to be the boy's screams. It didn't matter. He smiled as he snuggled the kid closer into his muscled chest. He couldn't wait. Chad was big, even for a clydesdale. Something to do with genetic musclular hypertrophy, he wasn't sure - basically the science nerds who engineered him got off on making him built like a fucking two-legged mack truck. Also, his cock was fucking enormous - like one of those yellow parking bollards, but way thicker. The nerds hooked him up to a milking machine twice weekly to keep him sane, considering the horrendous amount of testosterone his boys churned out. Oh - and his nuts? His super-suit had tailored slings for those too, but it was like trying to hide a pair of basketballs down his shorts. The nerds never allowed him to breed. Something to do with genetic abborations or whatever. He didn't care about breeding, though, all he wanted was vice-tight boy pussy, and two jizz sessions a week wasn't nearly enough to keep this stud in check. He was swimming in hormones, almost unable to think. Didn't need to think. He had a cute otter, with a luscious little bubble-butt which was certain to get him howling once he'd reamed into it with his monster cock. He had to get off. He was gonna fuck this boy good. When they landed, he found out the kid hand't been afraid at all. He'd LOVED being flown around by his most favorite hero, the one and only Super Stud. His voice was a little hoarse, but that didn't stop him from singing Chad's praises. It was only after several moments of recounting the ride he'd just taken (Chad couldn't help but imagine the NEXT ride the boy would be taking, and his swelling cock surged in his pants) that the boy realized that he didn't know where he was. "What is this place?" "My home base, bro." "Whooooooah!" Lying to the kid was easy - the place was just an upscale apartment Chad kept on the down-low. It was on top of a skyscraper, high enough above the other buildings to avoid the prying eyes of other scraper-dwellers. "Come with me, kid." He led his fresh bitch past the outdoor pool, across a marble veranda complete with poolside-bar, and into his sitting room. As he passed the entrance he triggered the glass walls to darken. Put on some low music. Enabled his electric fireplace, and its digital flames licked up to the ceiling. The mood was set. His balls ached horribly. It was so close. "I need your help with something." His tone was somber, and his face set in a well-practiced and serious expression he'd used in several anti-drug commercials. "Okay." The otter was dead-serious now too, committed. A good boy doing his duty for the Super Stud. Chad nodded, and after a moment's pause, he sat on a plush and comfortable lounge chair. He allowed his legs to spread out, and felt his elephantine nuts settle and sway in their slings. His cockbulge was massive and obvious in his pants - it looked like he had two left legs. "Come." The boy came closer. Chad waved the boy even closer, and he obeyed. He was right up alongside the chair now. Chad could hear him breathing. "I need something from you." About a quart of precum surged from his cockhead, squirted past his ankle, and splattered against the mahogany flooring. The boy glanced for a moment at the source of the sound, but only for a moment - his shining blue eyes were lost in Chad's deep brown ones. Chad felt a curious feeling stirring within, something other than sheer, unrelenting lust. He slowly and gently cupped his palm under the boy's chin (his hand dwarfed that adorable little face), and pulled his currently (but so very soon to be claimed) virginal bitch into a tender kiss. He tongued the young boy's mouth gently at first, exploring teeth and tongue. His lips smacked and slurped wet and warm against the boy's own lips, the little otter trying to match his actions. Like a big boy. Like an eager little fuck-ready bitch. Chad broke away, feeling a deep disappointment at the cessation, but it was necessary. Without speaking, he fumbled with his super-tights, worked to peel them away from his thighs as he struggled to heave his massive cock over the hem of his pants. It was fully erect, glistening with dripping precum, almost steaming it felt so hot. He beckoned to the boy once more, who obeyed - to the otter's credit, though he seemed intimidated by the massive fucklog, he didn't hesitate for a moment. The horse pulled the boy against him, sandwiching his aching pillar of manflesh between them, and kissed the boy again, except rougher, deeper, more intensly. One hand pressed into the small of the boy's back, grinding his cock into soft otter-fur. The other hand slid down the boy's side to his rump, pleasantly round and giving. He squeezed it. "Mmmmm..." he moaned into the boy's mouth. "Mine...." "S-Stud?" Chad gave the otter's luscious booty a gentle slap. "It's got my name all over it, kid." And it certainly did - Super Stud undies, practically branding the boy Chad's personal fuckbitch. It was a sign if he'd ever seend one. They gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment. "Turn around." The boy obeyed. "Bend over." The boy obeyed. "L-like this?" "Yeah, bro, just like that." He slid the boy's undies down that unresistable ass. He hefted his heavy dick and aligned its head, flared wider than a tea saucer, between the boy's sultry cheeks. "This'll h-help you?" "Mmm hmm." The super-stud gripped the boy's waist, his enormous hands dwarfing that meagre cirfumference, his thumbs touching at the small of the otter's back and his fingertips meeting across the boy's navel. "Help you fight the bad guys?" The ridiculously muscled horse looked into the boy's hopeful and eager face, turned around just enough to peer behind him. "Totally, bro." With a single, swift motion, he pulled. In an instant his cockhead folded, sank, disappeared into the otter's backside, and before the boy could even react, he was already median-ring deep. The boy gave a single, deep cry of surprise - it was like somebody had hit him in the gut, winded him. As the horse pushed the boy back to the head of his cock the otter made the sound again but even deeper, more drawn out. The second pull brought the boy all the way down to the base of his cock. "Fuuuuuuuck yeeeeah, kid!" He pistoned the kid back and forth along the length of his dick, head to hips, a bit slower than a second each way. He could see the kid reflected in the glass in front of them - his mouth was opened in a constant 'o' of surprise, his eyes wide, he simply couldn't believe what was happening to him. The stud moaned constantly, he couldn't help it. He watched their reflection as his cock speared deep into the otter, bulging the boy's belly obscenely before sliiiiding back out. He was dumping what felt like pints of precum deep into the boy's tight embrace, his cock twitching as he played with his new, living fleshlight. "Ooooh, fuck yeeeeaaahhhh.... Say my name, kid-" The boy grunted and groaned as he was pushed and pulled along. "Say 'Fuck me, Chad!'" "F-fuuuuuck...." "Come oooon, say it!" "F-fuck me, Chad...." "Again!" "Fuck me, Chad!" "LOUDER!" "FUCK me Chad!" "AGAIN!" "FUUUUCK ME CHAAAD! FUCK! ME! CHAD!" Chad sped up his assault with each shout, the boy's ass audibly smacking his hips with each pass. On the last response, as the boy shouted his name at the ceiling, chad pulled the otter into his hips and held him there as he exploded deep inside that tight boypussy, the otter's belly surging and swelling to accomodate gallons upon gallons of his virile super-stud seed. In the aftermath, as they panted and groaned together, Chad dialed the number the boy had given him. "Hello? Hey, is this Chad's mom? Oh, cool! Yeah, he's fine!" Chad ran a hand down the boy's side and sloshed the boy's swollen, cum-inflated belly. It was huge - like the boy was pregnant with nonuplet clydesdale foals - and sagged down to the floor between the otter's spread legs. He was, of course, still helplessly tied to Chad's sequoia-cock, which hadn't softened in the slightest. The boy had truly taken it like a champ. "The thing is, maa'm, I'm currently balls deep in your boy's tight ass. Yeah. That's right. Balls-deep. In his tight boy-pussy, yes. The thing is, I, ah." He chuckled into the phone. "I thought a single fuck-sesh would be enough, but I'm still aching for it and my balls are still pretty full, so yeah, your boy's gonna be late home tonight."