The following is a work of fiction for adult entertainment. The author hereby declares all elements that it contains that may be construed as original creation to be a work of public domain. Rook.

"THE LONG HARD NIGHT"

FROM THE SECRET JOURNAL OF RICHARD "SPANKY" BENT; ALSO KNOWN AS "STAR SPANGLED LAD"....

.....No one said it would be easy being the side kick to "SUPERIOR WOMAN", the greatest and most beautiful heroine in Lesbo City, but neither did anyone mention that it wouldn't be easy living in the same household with such a voluptuous woman, while all the while pretending to be an average male eunuch. Not a task I found easy in this 21st century Amazon city, where females out number the males two hundred and twenty to one, and what few males do exist are castrated at birth and looked upon as little more than walking pieces of menial furniture. Something between pets and drone laborers, the flaccid gray faced males move about in bulky shapeless body tunics, gloves, slippers, and hoods moving timidly amidst the throng of nearly naked amazons. The women are in their fifth generation after the genetic laws were passed by the democratic female majority that survived the near extinction of the males in the last world war, that banned male birth in most mainland cities and initiated the vat breeder genetic program with the goal of ultimate female perfection. Wars had vanished with the absence of the males and a great golden age had risen, but criminals still remained and crime fighters still sought them out and thwarted their evil schemes. Crime fighters like Superior Woman, who in her secret identity as Diana Wayne, found me steeling on the streets to survive as a young boy and took me in and made me her ward. Being a fifth generation Amazon it had simply never occurred to Diana that a male could be living in her city who had not been castrated at birth, and 'I' found no reason to bring it to her attention....

.....One of the benefits about wearing a large crimson shapeless sack that essentially covers every inch of your body leaving only a thin slit for your eyes to meekly peer out, is that it lets me wear my Star Spangled Lad costume underneath its environmental seal at all times without worrying about detection. Maybe that's the ONLY benefit to wearing such a cumbersome awkward stigmata about in a city of nearly naked full proportioned genetically perfected haughty women who never seemed to notice you unless you accidentally stumble into one of their graceful orbits and received either a curt reprimand or else a condescending smile at your inherent cute stupidity complete with a pat on the head. Though in my case it also allowed me to hid my nearly constant painful erection that plagued me night and day in a city where both males and females had all but forgot the mechanics of heterosexual intercourse. The short fat males waddled around me in their nearly spherical sealed out fits either running simple errands or following obediently some wealthy woman out shopping. One could seriously question why a successful woman like Diana Wayne would even think to let a male street rat into her luxurious world, let alone then confide to that individual her secret dual identity as Superior Woman, and then to go even a step beyond that to invite said 'male' to join her in training and fighting crime at her side? But there had been other such male side kick presidents however rare and though it was always looked down upon as something of a hokey and eye brow raising situation, in Superior Woman's case it was actually seen as an extension of her drive of tolerance and understanding to pair her self with such a comic relief. Still most of the super heroine ilk worked either alone or in temporary teams known as sororities or relied upon small robot drones which did most of the manual labor in the world anymore......

.....It was Linda first, all the months had been re-named after recently famous Amazon women, and I was shuffling along Wendy avenue, when I saw Vixen and her little gang of minxes unloading crates from an alleyway dock door into a hover tram. The robot worker drones were no where in sight and the security stunners had obviously been disabled. The main street I was on was nearly deserted and I snapped my wrist owner tag to my mouth in an instinctual surge of adrenaline to contact Superior Woman, when I inexplicably stopped. I had decided to tackle the little throng of amazons on my own! What was I thinking! But eyeing the surroundings for security cameras I dashed as fast as my bulbous suit would allow me behind a trash containment vaporizer and began to disrobe. It was not the easiest of tasks, the suits were not designed to be easily removed or put on, but mine had been specially designed to mimic the multiple layers of a normal male suit but be in fact easily shed in just a dozen pieces. Underneath it I wore my Star Spangled Lad costume! It consisted of little more than a skin tight spandex body suit of white stars printed upon a deep dark navy blue field and rimmed in red trim. Most women had never seen a naked man before, and it was exceedingly rare for a male of the past two generations to be allowed to retain its penis and testacies if it came to reside within a major city. And it is unlikely that any woman except for the few rich bored and looking for an illegal thrill had every seen even a flaccid male organ in the flesh let along a fully functioning one! My costume allowed my ample package to be on nearly full display and so innocent and naive and removed had the act of omnipresent lesbian sex for them become from the act of sexless machine vat procreation that they could look upon my nearly revealed member in the tight spandex outline and not conceive that it was an instrument of sexual activity. And yet, Superior Woman and most of the villains we fought could not seem to avoid an almost hypnotic gaze upon it as their nearly naked prescience would lend its self along with the physical exertion to increase its engorging size. To Superior Woman it was simply some kind of aspect of the weird male urinal physiology and if it caused the occasional Amazon opponent to hesitate or become disjointed in combat, then all the better, as for her own obvious reactions of shortness of breath and blushing of face and hardening of nipples when ever I stripped down to my costume, I dared not peruse the matter less I bring her attention too fully to bare upon the inherent cause and I find myself unwillingly under the knife! Superior Woman chalked it up to the incredible oddity of seeing a male outside of its red containment suit and the natural baffling of the senses at that disgusting revolting vision, and I encouraged this line of reasoning as much a possible in my obedient agreements with her......

.....To take on an Amazon is a nearly suicidal thing for a twenty first century male, and to take on a small group of them is simply a redundancy of stupidity beyond conceptional measure. And yet there I was, proving that perhaps the women of generations past were right about the male ego and its pointless inability to function when it is most required to do so. I found myself creeping up behind the busy lot of them and when one of them with their heightened senses detected me long before I was in position, I struck my best heroic pose and commanded them to stop at once this heinous act! Within twenty seconds I was securely bound and I don't think the amazons had been pressed to stop laughing once during the whole ordeal. I was deeply shamed and disgusted with my arrogance and found myself thinking too long on the spanking I would naturally receive from Superior Woman once she got me home! And this in turn caused such a state of arousal, that even in my squirming bonds I found myself soon fully erect and the curious open mouth stare of each passing minx as she lugged a crate past my position tied to the pole was causing me great concern. This gaze upon my shameful manhood only further complicated maters and soon my large member was noticeably throbbing and the reddened faced amazons noticeably drooling out of the corners of their succulent small mouths. What might have happened next is anyone's guess as just then Superior Woman appeared tracking me by my owner tag still hanging on my hidden near by containment suit. She did not give me a happy look as she launched into her fighting stance. Sadly, my prescience had given enough warning to Vixen who had expected Superior Woman would show up and rescue me and she had laid a small knock out gas trap in the back of the hover tram! As everyone knows, Superior Woman's one true weakness is an overwhelming susceptibility to sleeping gases and knock out drugs! She went out like a birthday candle and was soon tied up next to me......

.....I would like to say that by the time Superior Woman came to, I had sorted out the situation and had the matter well in hand, but unfortunately that was not the case. In fact, she was still rather perturbed despite her grogginess and growled, "spanky, when I get you home I'm going to break a dozen paddles on your buttocks!" Everyone in Lesbo City called me 'spanky', and I mumbled a weak, "Yes mam." But the idea of lying across Diana's warm lap while her hand swatted my naked buttocks was simply too much for my already excited state and my twenty two inch cock began to twitch spastically along my iron muscled thigh where the spandex struggled to contain it. One of the minx saw it at once and decided it must be subdued and taking up a lose loop of rope now securing the still dazed Superior Woman's bonds she cinched the rope around my rapidly pulsing member and thigh. Now as Superior Woman struggled to free herself with her slowly returning strength, her every move caused the connecting rope now throttling my penis to roll and stroke my crazed appendage to an explosive breath gag excitement upon my part. Superior Woman took this to be my own exertions of escape and hissed her encouragements as the Vixen and her den where now preparing to leave with their ill gotten gains, but not before leaving a pile of contraband explosives at Superior Woman's feet! To add to her fun, the Vixen forgo the silica timer and instead made a long spiraling trail of acidic powder leading around our helpless position tied to the support pillar of the dock and lit it with a smirk......

.....Superior Woman was still to weak to snap her rope bonds and she could not reach the deadly devise nor the sputtering fuse as it danced about us in an ever encroaching deadly circle. With the hover tram vanishing rapidly away, and not abandoning her struggles for an instant, Superior Woman panted that it would be up to me to rescue us out of this jam! I would have normally blushed at the honor, but the stroking burning rope snaking at my cock and thigh see-sawing with every twinge of Superior Woman who I could feel her hot flesh rubbing now and then against my own sweaty body as she wiggled furiously on her side of the support pole, had rendered me all but incapable of rational thought. Our situation thus was bleak and the out look hopeless, but all I could focus on despite my very best abilities was the tremendous long suffering deigned orgasm building in my throbbing member. Superior Woman's heaving buttocks and gasping panting breath wasn't making it any easier as she unwittingly urged me on in my hypnotized pelvic shudders. The rope had torn my thin spandex costume into shreds and the coarse rope only added to my monkish glee of repressed shame given over to painful bliss of open long denied lust! And soon it became obvious even to my red misted enveloped mind that the same rope now furiously stroking my exposed cock as liquid fire was like wise deeply grooved into the neither folds of Superior Woman's labia and that its friction rub had passed her over into her easily shifted Amazon sexual warrior lustful state. Her mad humping was now reaching near impossible speeds fed on by her genetic marvel of science and primordial lust of an Amazon in chains! We came together her orgasmic shriek thankfully drowning out my own deep moans of release.....

.....My thick and long damned up wad of spunk landed fully on the circling spark of burning powder and put out the flame. A few minutes latter and Superior Woman's powers had returned enough for her to snap the rope bonds and set us free. Since I had somehow managed to 'defuse' the situation as it were, my punishment was limited to a brief spanking back at Wayne Manor and for ruining my costume during my capture I was made to perform my duties around the house in the nude while Diana walked around absently trying to fathom Vixen's next move with the items she had stolen while giving side long glances at my member which despite my best attempts seemed to relish the attention! It was shortly there after that Diana received information from one of her sources about the Vixen's next target. It seemed an obvious trap to both of us but Diana decided to spring it anyway and we both moved to the secret room and began to ready ourselves for the night ahead of us. .....

.....Since I had destroyed my last costume, Superior Woman who wore little more than a mask, gloves, a bustier, thong, belt, and boots, handed me my new costume and watched me put it on with an odd light in her eyes. I quickly found it to be virtually identical to my last costume, except a large star shaped hole had been cut out of the crotch. As I frowned perplexed at it, Superior Woman exhaled in exasperation and fished out my large penis and gave it a few tugs to its full attention. Then she placed a tight gold owner tag around my swollen member, only unlike the normal silver tag bearing Diana's name on my containment suit wrist locator, this tag had the Superior Woman logo emblazoned on it! She gave my startled cock a final squeeze and with a quirky smile said to me, "it is time we use your own unique powers to their fullest in our quest to right the wrongs of our sisters." I could only gulp and nod rapidly, as she gave my rock hard butt cheek a firm lingering slap and told me to mount up in the Superior jet. 'From this day on,' I thought, 'I am a true partner in this fight for justice!' "The seat still sticks and we've no time to fix it. Come here Star Spangled Lad! And kneel down so I may sit upon your back!" 'Yes, an equal member of the team!' I could scarcely contain the smile on my face as Superior Woman wiggled her large shapely ass on my shoulders and giggled..........