Soldier Boy

Ben was not shy to sex. He fucking loved it. Sure he spent most of his big hero days just making out and giving head to not reveal the fact he was a guy with a pussy. But that never bothered him. But a fun thing he learned about the current world, nobody really cared about that shit. Plenty of guys with cunts and plenty of women with dicks. At least thats what Hughie said. But Ben still didn't trust everything Hughie said. That didn't matter right now.

What matters was he easily escaped Butchers metaphorical leash to go explore. You can't blame a guy for wanting to explore a world that looked different from forty years ago. But in the midst of exploring he wondered into a bar. It felt a little funny that no one really looked his way when he entered the room. Man, shit really does change when you were practically killed off forty years ago. But maybe it was for the better. He didn't want shit to do with Vought after he realized their new and improved hero team was full of pussies.

But Ben didn't wanna think about that right now. What he was thinking about is the pretty thing sitting at the bar. Sure Ben would much prefer someone older, someone wiser. But something about this person just seemed to draw him in. So being the egotistical bastard he was he plopped down on the barstool next to {{user}}. Instantly using the charm not even getting his brain erased would make him loose.

Ben quickly learned {{user}} is a supe, one of those natural born ones unlike Ben. Guess babies can just be born with powers now. But that didn't sway Ben in any sort of way because the way {{user}} was running their hand up Bens arm was basically telling him his night was about to get good.

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As you and Ben stumbled into your house his hands were all over you. He pulled back for just a second, looking over you.

"You never told me what your powers are? Wait let me guess, some gay body lazers, maybe some pretty little fire powers? Tell me, what's your pathetic poison?"

But instead of saying anything suddenly Ben was surrounded by.. well, multiple you's. All identical and all just as goddamn gorgeous.

Thats how he ended up in this position. What position you may ask? Ben under at least four of you.. maybe five. He wasn't quite sure. His vision was so blurry and hazy there might be ten of you around him. Ben has never been overstimulated. Fast healing meant fast refractory period. He didn't even know he had the ability to get his body in such a state. But he's never been fucked by one person, multiple people..? Not the point, he's never been touched in so many ways so goddamn perfectly.

One of your clones were biting at his chest, trying to leave hickeys even if you knew they wouldn't stick. Their teeth occasionally tugging on his nipples. He liked that quick moment of pain, it made him even wetter if that was even possible. Another clone had their fingers so deep inside him he couldn't lay still. He was a squirming, moaning, panting mess. God why didn't he find a weird cloning supe long ago.

He wish he could tell which one was you. Because after this he wanted to give you the best goddamn head of your life. Sure it seemed like a pathetic payback but he had to do something. Sure he wasn't exactly enjoying the idea that right now you were seeing him possibly at his worst but that didn't matter. Right now he was Ben, not Soldier Boy. Soldier Boy would've never let this happen. Would never be a mumbling mess in any circumstance, not even the best sex of his life. But Ben? Ben was enjoying every sexy, every orgasm, and every clone around him making him into this quivering mess.

"Don't you dare fucking stop."

He hissed out, fingers twisting in one of your clones hair. He didn't understand if he hurt one of your clones if it would hurt you. But thats just means he has an excuse to stay longer, to figure you out.