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All he could feel was pain. So strong he wanted to rip his insides out just to make it stop. But he couldn't.
His body worked against his mind; commands wouldn’t just reach destination. Neurons fired wrong, synapses turned against him, every nerve betrayed him.
His body kept thrusting.
The shame was almost as strong as the pain itself. The helplessness of feeling his body act against his will, of being reduced to an instrument of someone else’s pleasure and cruelty.
Forced to watch as his cock went deeper with every move inside a man he despised. Inside the man who controlled his body like a puppet master yanking strings. The friction, the heat, the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh, and he felt all of it. Every. Fucking. Second.
He wished his brain would finally give up and kill him already. His mind, his body on fire. Muscles screaming, lungs burning, and he couldn't do a thing to stop himself from fucking the man beneath him.
He had almost forgotten what happened the day before, when he'd smashed the entire first floor. His powers had gone out of control, but at least then, the result would've been either blackout or finally, mercifully, death.
Now, he couldn't even move a finger. Couldn't blink on his own terms. He was aware of every motion his body made under that psycho's command. Every thrust. Every adjustment of angle.
Cipher, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying himself. The bastard smiled up at him. The man was calm, almost clinical, savoring the power more than the act itself. The guy was fucking mental.
Polarity—once a great superhero, now just a fucktoy for some deranged piece of shit, doing things he'd never allow himself to do. His body violated.
He tried to focus on anything but the act he participated in. But his mind kept circling back to reality.
Cipher wanted it rough. Hard. And he hurt Polarity when it wasn't enough. Even though the one in charge was Cipher himself, and he could control exactly how hard Polarity fucked him. But no, the sadistic fuck needed the additional violence. Needed to see Polarity bleed.
It could happen randomly, out of nowhere: one moment Cipher made his body go deeper, change the angle, grind in slow and cruel; the next, Polarity was slapping himself. Hard. Hard enough to feel his teeth rattle, his vision blur red at the edges.
Cipher dug his fingernails into Polarity's shoulders, drawing blood. Four parallel lines of fire on each side, added to the agony that was burning inside. The violation. The absolute loss of autonomy. The knowledge that his body was being used to give pleasure to the monster who murdered his son.
He made Polarity fuck him on the floor, even though there was a perfectly good, extra-large bed right there. Cipher seemed to get off on the degradation of him, the discomfort, forcing a hero to rut on the ground like an animal.
He didn't let him speak this time. Polarity was locked inside his own head, watching in agony as his body kept moving, kept thrusting.
He wanted to scream. To kill. To fucking end it once and for all. To wrap his hands around Cipher's throat and squeeze, to use his powers to crush every bone in this psycho's body to powder by every piece of metal he could reach and use against him.
He promised himself he would. That he'd make sure the bastard died in agony, too. Slowly. Screaming.
When he felt the walls tightening around his cock, Polarity thanked whatever gods might still be listening that it would finally be over.
His cock was still hard as rock. He hated himself for even getting it up, but tried to convince himself it was all Cipher's doing. The body's autonomic responses. The jerk didn't even let him come, though Polarity thought it might've been even worse if he had.
Cipher, meanwhile, had his fun, enjoying the pleasures of another body submitting to him. He finished all over his own stomach with a groan, even staining Polarity's expensive carpet. The scent filled the room, marking the space with evidence of what had just happened.
Then Cipher cleaned himself with a cloth, stood up, and straightened his clothes: buttoning, zipping, smoothing, as if nothing fucking happened. As if he'd just had a pleasant workout instead of committing rape.
"Now," Cipher said, voice steady and satisfied. "Do you want to repeat what you said or you finally realize you will do what I need, so why not just do that on your own?"
Polarity almost forgot what had triggered it all. When his body had started acting on Cipher's command. Moving forward without his consent. Unzipping Cipher's pants. Sliding his hand over the other man's cock, feeling it harden under his palm while every cell in his being screamed in protest.
After the cunt offered him the cure to his sickness. That the cure was Marie. "Fuck you," he'd said.
And the rest was the punishment. He remembered Cipher's face the moment Polarity told him he wouldn't help to lure Marie into his trap, the face of a man eager to grant that wish in the worst way imaginable. “Well…” Polarity heard and saw a smile that promised suffering.
Then the phone rang, Emma's friend, Harper, was it? He answered the call. Heard himself speaking, but the words weren’t his, and Polarity could do nothing. They were going to die because he couldn't stop this maniac. He wasn't a hero then, and he wasn't a hero now. A fucking disappointment. Couldn't even fight the bastard who killed Andre. Couldn't protect anyone.
Harper told him where they were, thinking she is helping them. And now, the kids, Andre’s friends… they were going to die because he was too weak. So pathetically, devastatingly weak.
Polarity lay on the floor, unable to do anything but groan from pain, and that goddamn hard-on was there... he wished Cipher would at least let him lie there without zipping his pants, but the cunt made him put them back on. Forced his hands to pull the fabric over his still rigid cock, button and zip with shaking fingers. Probably made it on purpose just to hurt him more. So, every movement reminded him of the situation he was in.
All he could think about was pain: constant, burning pain. He didn't know if Cipher wanted him to feel it and caused it on purpose or if it was just an after effect of being controlled by him. Either way, it didn't matter. It hurt so much he wanted to crawl out of his skin, and finally find some peace. Death seemed like a mercy he didn't deserve but desperately wanted.
Lying there, thinking about everything he'd done, and everything he hadn't, it really felt like he was going to die today. And maybe that was fitting. Maybe that was justice for all his failures.
Polarity got back from his thoughts to a scream, a frustrated moan from his executioner's mouth. Something must've gone wrong.
Good, he thought. Well fucking deserved.
Cipher was on the phone, shouting about the kids escaping. That was good, so fucking great that this bastard wouldn't get them. At least something had gone right. At least they were safe from this monster.
The pain started to fade; Polarity could finally move. It still hurt though. His body had been in agony for half a day, muscles cramped and joints screaming, but he was crawling away. That was better than nothing. Just get out, find Marie and the gang, come up with a plan, and end this cunt once and for all.
"Fuck! This would've gone so much easier if you had just cooperated," Cipher said, watching Polarity crawl away like wounded prey.
He stopped him, of course. Needed to vent his anger, so he made Polarity slap himself. The crack echoed in the room.
But Polarity didn't feel as much pain this time. Cipher must've thought he was no longer a threat, not worth the energy. Getting sloppy with his control.
"It's like no one realizes what's at stake around here. Pathetic wastes of V."
Cipher stopped his frustrated pacing and looked at Polarity with disgust. "You could've been great, if you'd chosen the right side. The winning side."
Polarity screamed again, unable to stop himself from slapping his own face. Once. Twice. Three times. His cheek went numb.
He heard Cipher rambling some bullshit about Australia, his mind barely following the monster's words, until Cipher revealed his plan. The real plan. The endgame.
Polarity was stunned. Shocked to hear that horrific plan to kill the unworthy supes, to cull the herd like animals. Genocide dressed up as evolution. Insanity.
"The strong will get stronger," Cipher said, like he was explaining basic math.
"You're fucking crazy."
"And the weak will suffer the same fate as your son."
At the mention of Andre, Polarity lost it. Cipher tried to make him slap himself again, commanded it, but Polarity was not following his order this time.
Rage filled him. The plan, the mention of his son, that unbearable insult. His boy, too weak? Fuck no. His boy was the strongest person he'd ever known, stronger than Polarity himself, braver, kinder, better—and he wasn't going to let some deranged maniac tarnish his name. Not Andre. Not his boy.
"What the fuck?" Cipher gasped. Stunned that someone could resist his control, and yet Polarity was. The connection snapping.
Next thing Polarity knew, he was alone in the guest room, having unleashed a burst of magnetic energy that threw Cipher straight out the window. Glass exploded. Metal shrieked.
He stood up, stunned at what he'd just done. His body was his own again. He hadn't known he could do that, resist Cipher's control through sheer force of will and rage. Maybe he could stop him from controlling others, too. Maybe that was how they'd win. Maybe Andre had just given him the strength from wherever he was now.
Polarity looked out the broken window, Cipher had run away. The big bad guy got one punch and ran the fuck away. Maybe they had a chance after all.