Wonderboy-Modifications Original Story

I was asked to do a commission for this original story that I have posted. As per the client’s request, I rewrote the first chapter and finished the story. I wanted to share the story with all of you, but wanted to give the original author credit and get his permission before I do. The problem is that the story is over 15 years old and my client did not have the author information. Here is the original unfinished story. If anyone knows any information on who wrote and how to contact him, please let me know. I will be posting my version of the story in the days to come. Thanks for reading and your continued support!

 

 

Wonderboy – Modifications

Part 1

Wonderboy gritted his teeth and ducked under another blow. The huge
fist flashed by his head, smashing through the brick wall behind him.
The brute was new too him, but was apparently the built from the
stereotypical super-powered bruiser mold. All brawn and no brains. He
rolled away from his adversary while he struggled to extricate himself
from the pile of bricks he’d just made with his fist.
Wonderboy took a few steps away and paused a moment for tactical
analysis, his hands on his star-spangled hips in typical hero fashion.
He was well over 6 feet tall and exceedingly muscular. Wonderboy
couldn’t tell much more than that though as he wore a full black body
suit that covered his face entirely. Nor had he spoken at all – he’d
just hit the bank, smashing through the vault, and run with the duffel
bag filled with cash. Not much to go on.
16-year-old Raymond Barnes crouched behind a chimney a few rooftops
away, watching the hunk in his tight star-spangled skimpy speedos
through a pair of binoculars.
“I can’t believe it,” he murmured. “I thought he was supposed to be an
experienced crime fighter. Can’t he tell this is a set up? Donnie just
waited for him to show up and then took off.”
He shook his head, “I should leave him there to get pulverized.”
To his surprise though, it seemed to be working. He watched him, hands
on hips, sizing up his hired help as he pulled his arm out of the
rubble. If his plan worked out, he’d not only rid the world of
Wonderboy, but he’d get to have lots of fun with him as while he was
doing it. He couldn’t help but grin in anticipation.
He flipped a small switch on the binoculars he was using and a blue
aura immediately swirled into visibility around the young crime
fighter. He nodded. Here was the source of his power, the magic field
generated by the mystic girdle he wore around his waist. He’d studied
Wonderboy and his magic belt for some time now. He wasn’t experienced
or powerful enough to remove the magic altogether. He could, however,
alter it in subtle ways.
Pressing a small button on his belt, he activated the head mic he was
wearing. “OK, Donnie, stop goofing around. You know you probably won’t
get a good hit in on him – he’s just too fast. Besides that won’t
deliver our surprise anyway. You’ve got to get a hold of him somehow
like we planned.”
Ray watched through the binoculars as his muscular friend crouched
down in a wrestler’s stance, acknowledging the orders.
Wonderboy noted the shift in stance and smiled. He’d had enough time
to judge that his speed and strength probably weren’t on a level with
his own.
The young hero crouched down low, his arms spread wide, “So,
Strong-and-Silent-Man or whatever your name is, you think you’re man
enough to take me on, huh? Well, this isn’t that sissy WWF. You’re
going to be in a world of pain by the time the police haul you off.”
His adversary’s only reaction was to begin circling, looking for a
good moment to strike. Wonderboy purposely turned a little slowly,
hoping to lure the brute in by appearing inexperienced. The trick
worked as the bruiser lunged in, trying to pin his arms to his side.
With blinding speed, Powerboy reached in under his armpits and wrapped
his arms around his massive back, sweeping the man into a bear hug and
squeezing. Hard. The man threw his head back and let out as though he
were screaming, but not sound came from his mouth.
“Holy crap,” Ray whispered as he watched as the hero slowly squeezed
the stuffing out of his friend.
“Hold on Donnie, I’m going to activate the device.” With that, he
pulled what looked like a small remote out of a pouch on his belt, and
depressed one of the small buttons on its face.
As Powerboy pulled the over-sized muscle man closer to him,
unbeknownst to the hero, a small compartment opened in the villain’s
belt in response to Ray’s signal. Inside laid the key to the two young
criminal’s plans. A tiny spider-like device crawled out and affixed
itself to the hero’s belt. Once attached it slowly began releasing a
carefully written spell of it’s own, fusing its magic with that of the
belt.
Through his ensorcelled binoculars, Ray watched as the blue aura
surrounding Wonderboy suddenly flared brilliantly and then faded
again. The boy screamed and released his hold on his opponent as his
senses were momentarily overcome with the sudden flood of pain. Ray
blinked a few times before his eyes could refocus and then looked
again at the downed hero. The magic aura surrounding Wonderboy was
still intact, as he’d expected. However he now detected a faint pink
hue underlying the original pristine blue.
He smiled and activated the headset once again. “Alright Donnie, I’m
gonna get us out of here, before he recovers enough to kick your ass
all over again.”
His partner stood up from where Wonderboy had dropped him and trotted
over to collect the bag he’d put the cash in. As he picked it up, Ray
depressed another of the buttons on the small remote he’d used to
activate the device he’d just used on the hero. The air around his
accomplice crackled, blurred, and then his muscular friend was gone.
Ray stayed behind a few moments to watch as Wonderboy struggled to his
feet.
Oh yeah, he thought, this is DEFINITELY going to be fun.
Activating the transport device again, Ray found himself in his
parents’ basement after a moment of dizziness. He staggered over to a
ratty old couch and threw himself down on it, recovering from the
transportation effects.
“Remind me why we’re doing this again,” came a voice from across the
room. It took Ray a second to register that it was Donnie.
“Because, you idiot,” he replied, “it’s going to make things a lot
easier for us in the future if we can take down Wonderboy. And because
it’s a challenge. He’s almost never defeated before. Period. That’s
enough to take him on by itself. I thought you liked a challenge.” He
sat up and began rubbing his temples, looking over at his still black
clad friend sitting on a chair across the room. “How are your ribs?
You looked pretty bad off there.”
The big man got up and pulled off his mask revealing a baby faced,
blond haired young man. At 15 Donnie wasn’t just huge for his age, his
was enormous. Gigantic even. He reached under his neck and slowly
unzipped the black uniform he was wearing and pulled the outfit off.
Lifting his right arm, he probed the area where Wonderboy’s arms had
been wrapped around his chest and winced. Ray could already see
bruises starting to form along his massive trunk.
“Well don’t worry,” Ray said, getting up off of the couch. “I hung
around long enough to get a good look at Wonderboy and I’m pretty sure
our plan worked.”
Donnie shook his head, “OK, brainiac, I wanna know what exactly we
just did to him and what the heck we’re going to do with all this
cash,” he said, shaking the over-stuffed bag.
Ray smiled, “That’s fine with me,” he replied as he walked towards the
computer stashed in the corner. “Doing magic,” he began, “I mean REAL
magic, is just like computer programming. It’s got commands,
subroutines etc all written in a kind of language. All I did was just
put a virus in the program that makes up Wonderboy’s belt.”
Donnie dropped the duffel bag that he was still holding onto and sat
down once again. “So, what does this virus do?”
“That’s the best part,” Ray replied, rubbing his hands together. “I
couldn’t break the magic of the belt altogether, but I could make its
operation contingent on a few things. The first new command ties the
power of the belt to the purity of the wearer. Every time Wonderboy
fucks someone, that weakens the link between the belt and the magic.
Eventually after he screws enough people, the link will be broken and
the belt will be just plain old piece of clothing. Second, I did a
little research on our super hero and I found out that he’s pretty
much a virgin. At least according to relatively reliable sources say
on the Internet. If he’s not fucking, then our plan won’t work. So the
next command did two things. First is the belt will increase the
intensity of every orgasm, making each one better than the next.
Finally, it slightly altered his nervous system – not enough that it
was so dangerous that the belt might ward the spell off, but just
enough to make the required change. Essentially, it made Wonderboy
slightly horny.”
“Wait,” Donnie interjected, “just slightly horny?”
“That’s all we need,” returned Ray. “The enhanced orgasm effect will
act like conditioning and the enhanced horniness just makes it far
more likely that he’ll at least masturbate. Once he does that he’ll
start to feel more and more like sex and he’ll be started down the
road to destruction.”
The smile on Ray’s face broadened, “Not only are we going to get rid
of the belt, but we’re going to knock Wonderboy out of the game for a
long time, by getting him knocked up.”
Across town, Wonderboy was making his way towards the police, now
clustered around the bank front that his mysterious adversary had
trashed.
A young officer caught site of the stilled stunned hero and rushed
towards him. “Are you alright Wonderboy?”
“I’m OK, officer, but the man who did this managed to get away,” he
replied shaking hir still fuzzy head. It wasn’t just the dizziness
that bothered him though; his whole body was tingling in a strange
way. He was actually aroused! What strange timing, he’d just gotten
pulped by a strange villain, and here his body was getting all hot!
He shook his head again, “I’m going to try to find the villain that
did this officer. I’ll stop by Police Headquarters soon to give a full
report.” he smiled, “Hopefully I’ll have the thief in tow then too.”
Turning around and walking towards the building next to the ruined
bank, he gathered himself and leapt to the rooftop using his super
powered legs. With incredible speed he began bounding from one roof to
the next, heading for home. By the time he reached his apartment, the
friction produced between his legs by the super leaps was causing him
no small amount of erotic agony. It was a good thing no one could see
him here, crouched on the roof. His dick was swollen to a size he had
never experienced before. It was in overdrive and Powerboy could tell
that his precum was already soaking the front of his costume. It would
be extremely embarrassing to be caught like this!
Peering over the ledge of the roof he was on, he scanned the street
and waited until no one was around. With a quick jump he was on the
sill of his apartment window. He deftly pulled the window open and
hopped into the bedroom of his apartment.
With a sigh, he threw himself down on his bed, revealing in its
comfort after a long day. The comfort didn’t last for long though as
his throbbing manhood reminded him of its presence, its tingling
warmth spreading up through his body. Without even touching himself
yet, he could feel how his penis was full sized now as it rubbed
against the fabric of his speedos.
Wonderboy sighed; perhaps I ought to take a cold shower he thought. On
the other hand, he hadn’t had any sexual pleasure in months and the
fact that he was a virgin and forbidden sexual contact with other men
meant getting that pleasure was all the more difficult. Well no one
told me I couldn’t get myself off from time to time.
Before he’d even completed the thought, the young champion’s hand
began to slip underneath his costume and grab his hot pole.He looked
down to see a sizeable wet spot had formed around his crotch. The
sight only served to arouse him more as he began to slowly massage his
penis with his whole hand. With his other hand he started stimulating
his swollen nipples, slowly pinching them. Had anyone walked in the
great hero at that moment they would have been stunned. Here was the
young unspoilt pure young hero, lying on his bed with his legs spread
wide, masturbating like a 14-year old.
With each growing second he could feel a massive orgasm approaching.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah!!! God, I’m going to cum, Oh my god!” he moaned. Both
hands were now greasy from all of his dick’s precum and sweat flying
off of his body.
As Wonderboy’s climax approached he took his hand from his dick, still
coated with his juices, reached under his firm, athletic ass and
slowly pushed his well lubed finger up into his own anus.
The added pleasure of being penetrated in his ass was too much. His
eyes rolled back into his head as an orgasm washed over him like never
before, flashing out of his throbbing cockhead and shooting through
his entire body.
“AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” he screamed, as his back
and pelvis shot up off the bed, arching in pleasure. Long ropes of
white, hot cum spurted from his cock.
Caught in the throes of his climax Wonderboy failed to notice the
faint pink glow emanating from his belt. As the orgasm subsided so too
did the pink light shining from the girdle.
After what seemed like an eternity, the pleasure subsided and the
young man settled back onto the bed. “Great Superman, I’ve never
climaxed like that before,” he sighed contentedly. Unbuckling his
belt, he tossed the magic girdle over the side of his bed and slowly
removed the remaining, sweaty, cum soaked speedos. Not bothering to
shower or clean up, he burrowed under the covers of his bed and fell
fast asleep.

Does anyone have an idea how Wonderboy will be sapped from his
powerbelt even more ?
Let me know !!!

Part 2 …. ?????