He had a cock that was ten inches long.
He should have been proud of that fact, used it to his advantage, gone into stripping or stag flicks or something else lucrative. However, he didn’t have the body to match it.
Jules sighed as he got out of bed. It was up, too, pointing the way to the bathroom. Jules didn’t have six-pack abs, but he was broad at the shoulders and almost as wide at the hips. He was built like a rectangle with legs and arms, stocky like his father.
Of course, he never asked his dad where he got his huge cock.
After libations, he went to the wardrobe and took out his costume. It was Saturday, and he could be Holder as long as he wanted to today. He tapped his ring and said, “Mike?”
“Howdy,” came Mike’s voice, in his ear, in his mind, somewhere nearby. It was magic. He didn’t need to know how it worked.
“I’m looking for something to do today.”
“Hm, okay…let’s see what we got here. Do you have clearance to go to Monster Island?”
“No.”
“Darn. All right, then Vibora Bay?”
“They said I’m too good for them.”
“Go talk to Henry Corwyn, up in Canada. And bring home some dinosaur teeth.”
“Dinosaur teeth?”
“I need them for a ritual.”
Pliers, he thought. He would need those from the garage. “Um, okay.”
“Happy hunting!” Mike hung up.
Dinosaur teeth? he thought going downstairs. He didn’t want to know.
Holder went downstairs and saw nobody from his family. It was still early, and they were all asleep He made himself some waffles and headed out the door, to his car. He drove it to the airport, flashed his hero ID, and got on the plane to Canada.
A few other heroes were there, and they talked among themselves. Some were like him, checking and rechecking their gear, sitting alone One of the heroes got up and moved around the cabin, slapping backs and saying hello to everyone. He was dressed in spandex with black flames going up the sides and across his chest. He wore goggles, had long black hair with bangs in his face.
Holder wasn’t exactly attracted to him, but he could appreciate how he looked in the spandex. His pecs were formed perfectly, six pack abs which could have been a trick of the spandex but was probably true to his form. His legs were like trunks. His arms were clad in black so dark that the light reflected off of it.
“Hey, kid,” he said with a broad smile to Holder. Holder had his gear in the seat next to him The guy looked at the stuff, then at Holder. Holder moved it off and the guy sat down. “I’m Ringo. This your first time out?”
“No, I’ve been to Canada before,” Holder said.
“You don’t look dressed for it.”
“This is warmer than it looks.”
Ringo laughed. “Well, me, my problem is, I’m too hot, if you know what I mean.”
He most certainly did. “You’re a fire-user.”
“Mutant. Lots of us fire mutants all over the place. What’s your name?”
“Holder.” He held out his hand, and Ringo shook it hard.
“What do you do?”
“Hold people down until the authorities get there.”
Ringo crossed his arms and laughed, “So you actually don’t kill them?”
Holder shook his head. “I don’t believe in it. Everything has a right to live. It’s not my decision if they should die.”
“What if they’re really bad?”
“They could choose to repent. I believe that they would, given the right circumstances.”
“You put a lotta faith in the human race,” said Ringo. “You haven’t been betrayed.”
“Have you?”
Ringo’s countenance changed for a half-second, long enough for Holder to catch it. Ringo’s smile came back, forced this time. “Wish you luck, kiddo.” With that, he got up, and went a couple of rows back to talk to those heroes.
When Holder disembarked from the plane, Ringo was right behind him. He asked Holder, “Who’s your contact?”
“Henry Corwyn.”
“Need any help with anything?”
“If you have nothing else to do.”
“Nah,” Ringo said. “Not in the mood to go it alone today.”
The two of them went to Corwyn, who gave them orders to take out some Teliosauri and clones. Out into the hills the two heroes went. Holder used his guns to put down the men, his tanglecoil holder, his flash-bang grenades to stun, and his newest accouterment: a glove that produced ice cages. As he held single targets, Ringo took them out in groups with fireballs and rains of fire.
“Is that necessary?” Holder finally said.
“What?”
“You have to burn them?” He went up to one man whose back was burned severely. “The clones are injured.”
“They’re just clones,” said Ringo.
“They’re still people!”
“I don’t have time for this.” Ringo started walking down the path to Corwyn. Holder stayed behind to help the clones get together in a ragged line – the Marauders were the most severely burned, and all of them gave him a snarling glare that meant they didn’t want his help.
He brought the clones to the opposite side of the trail, where the soldiers there performed first aid. “Nobody’s ever brought them back,” said the Cadet there. “We’ve found them dead in drifts months later.”
Holder went back out into the fray, this time remembering that he had to get dinosaur teeth. As he worked his way down the path, tying people up with the intention of picking them up later – if they escaped, they escaped – he could see a fire just ahead. A large one.
Holder ran through the gauntlet of some clones and Marauders, avoiding them to get to the fire. He came up to it, seeing it was a huge conflagration, and in the center was Ringo, his body arched as if in pain. Ringo looked his way; through the flames Holder saw that Ringo was pleading.
Holder looked at what he held, and shot the tanglecoil at him. It wrapped around him for a minute, and then melted off of him. Then Holder aimed the glove with the ice cage. He turned it all the way up and let it loose at the fire. It surrounded Ringo, and the fire lessened considerably. Then Holder shot the tanglecoil again, and the ice cage, and the tanglecoil – until the man was wrapped in a near cocoon of wire and ice. The fire was out, and Holder went across the melted, scorched ground to him. He broke open the ice cage and saw Ringo on the ground.
“I – I lost control,” said Ringo, looking up at him, panting. “Thanks.”
Holder smiled, and went in his pouch for the wire cutters. His hand felt a different tool, and he remembered the dinosaur teeth. “Can you help me with some dinosaurs?”
“Once you get me out of this contraption,” said Ringo.
“Right,” laughed Holder, and started cutting.
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Holder went to the arboretum, the moon base, and finally found Mike at their apartment. Mike answered the door. He looked dusty and dirty. “Moving?” asked Holder after he was invited in.
“We’re moving to be closer to my niece or nephew.” Mike waved his hand. “It’s complicated. You got the dinosaur teeth?”
“Yes,” Holder held out a duffel bag.
“Nice! Thanks.”
“What do you need them for?”
“Oh, just a potion to help guys get bigger dicks. Do you need some?”
Holder flushed. “No. No, I don’t.”
Mike grinned and patted his shoulder. “Suurrre.”