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Soldier Boy pushed the twink that was kneeling in front of him away with a muttered curse. The blond guy was slim, downright skinny--one strike from Soldier Boy's fist and he'd break. Twinkie protested, reaching for Soldier Boy's dick, but Soldier Boy had had enough. His cock was already softening, reflecting the lack of true arousal.
So unsatisfying. Soldier Boy picked up his uniform and stepped into it, sealing it around him, feeling his persona resettling around him.
"Get the fuck out of here," he said to Twinkie. Not waiting to see if he was obeyed, Soldier Boy strode from the room.
The Tower was suddenly too stifling. He needed air. He needed to fly. Soldier Boy headed to a nearby launch deck and cast himself into the air, letting himself fall just a hair before swooping up into the sky. The cool air blasted past his face, blowing away the funk he'd been feeling for a few days now. Fuck the suits, fuck the syncophants, fuck the twinks scrambling to please him--this was what he wanted, what he needed. Space, air, freedom. The collar of duty was weighing him down too much, restricting him.
Choking him.
He swirled and spun in the air, gulping down deep breaths. He felt his brain airing out, emptying itself of mission details and the struggles to understand this new world's parameters. Its culture, its language--so much had changed since his own era, and he was tired of trying to adapt.
And the memories--fuck, the memories. Distant ghosts and dark tendrils of events past, foggy at first but details sharpening all the time. Hands, ropes, straps, all holding him down. Things handling him, invading him...fingers, tongues, toys, cocks. He was so strong on the outside; a Supe, a superhero with powers far beyond a man's. And yet, he had not been free. Had not been his own person. Had been manipulated as a political pawn, used as a blunt weapon.
Had been passed around like a fucktoy. A glorified cocksucking sex doll, every hole for everyone's use, with no thought of his own pleasure. His own safety, as he was ripped into, penetrated recklessly, choked at both ends.
His pain.
Son of a bitch. He flew higher, faster, attempting to outstrip the flood of sensations and memories. Where is all this coming from? He'd buried all this shit before he'd gotten lost accidentally on purpose. Even when they'd found him, shaved him, shined him back up and put him back in the game, the memories hadn't returned.
Not until he'd met the Ranger.
Walker. He'd run into the Texas Ranger during a mission, and fucked him hard and rough after. Then looked him up a second time, when the itch had been too strong. Had found him and taken him again, until...
Until Walker, angry and denied his satisfaction, had turned the tables on an endorphin-blunted Soldier Boy. Walker had stood towering over Soldier Boy while he lay on the ground, still foggy from a blistering orgasm. Walker stood with his still-rigid cock in his hand and jerked off, finishing himself off and spewing come over Soldier Boy's prone form. Soldier Boy had watched Walker's white release painting his body, felt the hot, wet fluid against his bare skin. And the memories had broken free, like Walker's climax had been the key to the strongbox they were stowed in.
It's his fault. Soldier Boy glowered at a passing cloud. Fuckin' cowboy.
Well, fine. Frustrated after Twinkie's ineffectual blow job, Soldier Boy decided to find the Ranger and get some real ass. And if he asserted his power, regained his poise by subduing the lanky cowboy, all the better.
A smile formed on Soldier Boy's face. Let's go get him.
* * *
Cordell sat on the hood of his truck parked in the clearing, the little private one where he'd had so many happy, private moments in the past, and more recently a couple of scorching encounters with the mysterious Supe, Soldier Boy. Those encounters had left conflicting feelings inside Cordell; sure, they'd had ridiculously hot sex, but sex laced with pain, and then sex laced with some kind of psychological distress for Soldier Boy. Cordell recalled Soldier Boy's face when Cordell had finished jerking off over his body. The harsh sobs, the frenzied spasms of a man in deep distress trying to get free. Cordell had been shocked; he'd tried to console and calm Soldier Boy, but the Supe had fled.
PTSD. That was all Cordell could think happened. Somehow he'd triggered something deep inside Soldier Boy, something acutely painful. Something that Soldier Boy, when he returned to himself, had pushed away as hard as he'd physically pushed Cordell away before taking to the air.
Cordell wondered how Soldier Boy was doing. While no expert, Cordell knew enough about PTSD to know that the freshly awoken memories would not just disappear again. The pain evoked would be haunting Soldier Boy, possibly confusing him, provoking him into rash and emotional actions. Already potentially dangerous for a man, that kind of turmoil could be catastrophic for a Supe. Or for anyone around him.
"Miss me?"
Cordell jumped, just about falling off the truck hood before catching his balance and standing up.
"Jesus! Is that a superpower too, sneaking up on people like that?" Looking at the smirk on Soldier Boy's face made Cordell simultaneously want to smack him or kiss him. Those full, pink lips were far too tempting. Soldier Boy watched Cordell, slowly rolling his tongue out to moisten those lips. The corners of his mouth twitched up when Cordell tried to subtly tug at his jeans.
"What are you doing here?" Cordell asked, trying to sound firm and authoritative. Soldier Boy had a way of stripping off any of Cordell's professionalism. Maybe it was the way Soldier Boy manhandled him. Or the way he topped so...toppily. Or...
Fuck! Get a grip, asshole, stop thinking about sex.
"Thinking about sex with me, aren't you?" Soldier Boy drawled. His eyes flicked down to Cordell's crotch, where his dick was unhelpfully pushing against his fly. "I can help with that."
"No," Cordell lied.
"Liar," retorted Soldier Boy, and he pulled Cordell in for a punishing kiss.
The remnants of any composure Cordell had vanished under Soldier Boy's mouth. Cordell found himself opening eagerly to the Supe, kissing back just as roughly.
"Yeah, now you're talking." Soldier Boy grabbed Cordell's belt and tore the buckle off, peeling his jeans off like a banana skin.
"Dude! you've gotta stop ripping my clothes off!" Cordell pushed at Soldier Boy's hands, but Soldier Boy batted them away and ripped his shirt off anyway. "Dammit!"
Soldier Boy snorted, taking Cordell by the hips and turning him to face the truck. "Hands on the hood."
Cordell obeyed, bracing himself before Soldier Boy knocked him over when he started rutting against Cordell's ass. He hadn't even seen Soldier Boy pull his dick out, but there it was, hot and hard, plowing between Cordell's cheeks. He moaned despite himself as Soldier Boy kept rutting, pressing himself against Cordell's back, running his hands up Cordell's chest and flicking at his nipples. His hips were just far enough from the truck that his cock bobbed in the air, his heavy length rigid and the swollen head starting to leak pre-come.
Soldier Boy pulled back and squeezed Cordell's ass. "You got the perkiest damn ass. Beggin' for my hand on it." He put action to his words, giving Cordell several sharp slaps on each cheek. "Yeah, that's it, nice and pink."
Cordell yelped at the spanking, the blows hard enough to really smart. His skin burned, and he could just imagine the dark pink that had to be blooming there. What was it that made that so fucking hot? He'd never thought he had a pain kink, but he couldn't deny how turned on he was. Soldier Boy was pinching his nipples now, and there too the tiny sparks of pain just made his cock jerk uncontrollably.
"You didn't know what a fuckin' freak you are, didja," Soldier Boy breathed into Cordell's ear. Teeth nipped his shoulder, the nape of his neck. He shivered. "Got something for lube?"
"You came to fuck me, why didn't you bring any?" Cordell replied as snarkily as his arousal would allow. "Yeah, driver's side door, in the--"
Soldier Boy tugged the door open, moving around it to rummage in the empty slot at the bottom of it. Cordell instantly missed the heat and pressure of his body. Then the door slammed back shut and slippery fingers were probing insistently at his hole.
"Fuck! You're so tight. Can't wait to get my dick in there," Soldier Boy growled. And apparently he meant it, because after some pretty cursory fingering, he started pushing his dick in.
Cordell gasped. The stretch burned, and he tried to breathe deep and relax his muscles. His fingers curled against the truck hood. Too much, too much...
"Yeah, that's it," crooned Soldier Boy. He slid his hands over Cordell's hips, gripping hard. "That's it, that's what I needed. You need it too, don't you? Yeah..." He pushed all the way in, his cock buried deep inside Cordell. Cordell could hardly breathe with it, all the air pushed out by the intrusion. "Fuck, yeah," Soldier Boy moaned again.
He ground himself against Cordell, like he was making sure every last millimeter of dick was firmly nestled. Cordell panted; he was still catching his breath, but also his arousal was surging, rocketing up now that he'd been fully plumbed.
"Move, you bastard," he grunted, too pinioned between Soldier Boy and the truck to move himself. "Goddammit, move!"
"Shut the fuck up," Soldier Boy snarled. But he did move, pulling almost all the way out, leaving only the tip inside and Cordell whimpered at the emptiness. Then Soldier Boy yanked Cordell back as hard as he thrust in, sending that twisted blend of pain and pleasure reverberating throughout Cordell's body. A normal man could never have handled someone Cordell's size like a rag doll, but Soldier Boy's Super strength had no problem with it, pushing and pulling on Cordell's hips, slamming in and then grinding against Cordell's prostate again and again.
"Take it...take it, you bitch," Soldier Boy muttered. "Pussy boy, you're just a hole, shut the fuck up and take it..."
Lost in a haze of sensation, Cordell caught Soldier Boy's words. They cut through the fog, and as Cordell tuned in, he thought Soldier Boy sounded strangely distant or drugged. He knew from their previous sex that even in full rut, Soldier Boy sounded much more present, even if rough or angry. This was more like he was in a trance, or--a memory? Cordell flashed back again to their last encounter, and how Soldier Boy had been triggered to some dark memory or experience. Was it happening again, even with him topping?
Of course, parsing this out was not easy, not with having one's body being reamed by a Supe wielding a big dick. Cordell's thinking was erratic, between the physicality of Soldier Boy-sex and the intense pleasure it generated. He'd get a few scraps of thought and then oof as Soldier Boy's hands yanked his hips, followed with an ohmygodyestheredon'tstop when Soldier Boy's cock drove in. By the time Cordell could finish his thought, he was almost ready to come, his balls drawn up tight and his dick like fucking iron. He didn't dare move his hands, or he'd have ended up face-first into the truck hood, but he desperately wanted a hand on his cock.
"P-please," he stuttered, words broken by being shaken like a dog toy. "T-touch me...need--"
"Fuck that. Fuck you. Come on my cock, slut. That's all sluts get." Soldier Boy thrust in and up so hard that Cordell was forced onto his toes. "Fuckin' hole, it's all you get." Soldier Boy bucked again, and son of a bitch, Cordell came. Even as his neglected dick clamored for friction, it shot white streaks onto the truck. Cordell yowled like a tomcat, heat exploding out from his balls into his chest, his head, searing his eyeballs in a thousand volts of white light.
Behind him, Soldier Boy roared his climax. Cordell felt the gush of heat filling him, felt Soldier Boy's cock pulsing inside him in the mighty spasms of his orgasm. Cordell groaned, his own body trying to respond again, but only managing a few twitches in its satiation.
And then he was lying on the ground a few feet from his truck. Already short of breath from the sex, now the rest of the air was knocked from his lungs and he gasped, strangled by the lack of oxygen. Coughing and choking, he managed to breathe, his vision clearing from the blackness that had started to descend.
"What...the fuck..." He husked out the words. Half of him was still in orgiastic afterglow, and half was seething at how Soldier Boy had actually flung him away. Cordell tried to register if he was at least unbroken. "The fuck, you asshole..."
But as his eyes fell on Soldier Boy, any other imprecations died on his lips. Soldier Boy was kneeling in the dirt, head bowed. He wrapped his arms around his head, hands positioned as if fending off invisible blows. Whimpers and moans punctuated a litany of 'no' and 'please' in a frightened voice. As Cordell watched, he saw Soldier Boy crumple to the earth, curled into a ball as much as a big man could be.
Cordell scrambled across the grass, hesitating when he reached Soldier Boy. He knew that those in the throes of a PTSD flashback could be unexpectedly violent, lashing out at the tormentors in their memories in an urgent need to protect themselves. With Soldier Boy's Supe strength, that could be fatal.
"Hey, hey, hey." Cordell pitched his voice low and soothing. "You're okay, it's all right. You're safe. No one is touching you. No one is hurting you." He kept up speaking in that calm tone, trying to reach the distraught man inside the Supe. "It's okay."
Soldier Boy began to uncurl, his sounds of distress quieting. Cordell dared to reach out, gently running his hand over the Supe's head, petting it gently as he continued talking softly to him, reassuring him.
Then the spell broke, and Soldier Boy sat up, knocking Cordell's hand away. Cordell immediately backed up, hands raised and open in the universal sign of 'no threat'.
"It's okay, man. You're alright, everything is alright."
Soldier Boy looked around, his eyes darting to Cordell, the truck, around the clearing, back to Cordell. He could see the confusion clouding Soldier Boy's green eyes, the vulnerability quivering on the full lips.
"What's happening to me?" Soldier Boy asked. "It's like the world is spinning, I'm spinning in the sky. I don't know where I am. Who I am. There's voices in my head, and everything is.." He shook his head.
Cordell saw his shirt lying on the grass and picked it up, slipping his arms into the sleeves and ignoring the lack of buttons. It felt weird to be consoling someone while naked. He resolutely ignored his sore ass and the wet sensation of come leaking from him.
"I think you're having some kind of flashbacks to some thing or some time that is painful for you. It's called PTSD, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Something about having sex is triggering those flashbacks, where you are reliving whatever the trauma was." Cordell reached out again, putting his hand on Soldier Boy's shoulder. "It's overwhelming and it's scary, but we can get you some help." He patted the shoulder. "I can get you some help. I want to help."
Soldier Boy stared searchingly into Cordell's eyes. Cordell waited to see how he'd react to the offer. Would he scorn it, like last time and just fly away angrily? Or would he accept it? He took his hand off Soldier Boy's shoulder and held it out, open, palm up, and waited to see if Soldier Boy would take it.