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He’d worked on the essay for exactly thirty-seven minutes before deciding that a better use of his time might be to see if there were any hints about an Extraordinary in Nova City who could move shadows. Dad was out with Cap, and Mom was… somewhere. He didn’t know. It wasn’t like she had a job. Seth was with Gibby, both of them working out in the basement of the Gray home.
Jazz was working on her own essay, texting Nick photos of her word count every ten minutes as if to rub it in his face.
So here he was, alone, the house all to himself.
What would a seventeen-year-old virgin do with such a fortuitous event?
Masturbate, obviously.
He listened carefully to make sure no one had come home without him knowing. The house was quiet, the only sounds coming from Nick’s open window. It was cooler outside today than it’d been in weeks, and the sounds of the city drifting in through the window calmed him as they always did. He got up and locked the door, just to be safe, before going back to his desk. He had a routine for such things. A bottle of lotion and a small towel hidden in a drawer.
He pulled up an incognito tab, silently thanking whoever would listen that Dad hadn’t put stricter parental controls on the internet. He found his favorite porn site and considered his options. Extraordinary porn? Boner Boy and rough-and-tumble oil worker was an old classic, but he’d already rubbed himself raw to that one. Literally.
He perused the categories, trying to find one that caught his attention. Twinks (eh). Bears (rawr). Mature (yikes). Furries (which, okay, maybe not for him, but they seemed to be having a great time being wolves and cats and goats, so who was he to judge?). Groups (where did everyone put their feet and arms?) and Fetish (maybe later) and Vintage (where the mustaches were somehow bigger than the pubic hair).
He paused over one category he’d never explored before. “Huh,” he said to himself. “That’s… interesting.”
Power Bottoms,the link said.
He clicked on it, and the screen flipped over to row after row of videos with men in all shapes and sizes. He clicked on the first one. A slender man was painting a wall, wearing a pair of blue-splattered overalls and nothing on underneath. For some reason, he already had a boner, and Nick wondered if being a power bottom meant getting turned on by sniffing paint. It certainly seemed plausible, the evidence in front of him abundantly clear.
“Oh no,” the man said, sounding as if he had never heard the wordactingbefore. “It’s almost quitting time and I haven’t finished painting this wall. My boss is going to be so angry with me. I sure hope he doesn’t take it out on my ass like last time.”
“Okay,” Nick said. “You’re not really selling this yet. Like, I don’tbelieveyou’re worried about employer repercussions. But if that’s at the forefront of your mind, maybe you should look into forming a union?”
Another man walked in, wearing a tight white shirt that showed off his muscular build. And, for some reason, he was wearing jean cutoff shorts that barely covered his thick thighs.
“You must be the boss,” Nick said sagely. “I can tell because of your steely gaze and your stoic frown.”
“It’s quitting time and you haven’t finished the wall,” the bigger man said. “You know what that means.”
The painter sighed the weary sigh of those trapped in the throes of capitalism, knowing that no matter what he did, he wouldn’t be able to escape a society built around an economic system in which trade and industry were controlled by private owners for profit. Nick had memorized this fact in order to pass a test. It was good to know he could still retain information with his blood rushing south.
“Yes, sir,” the painter said, dropping his paintbrush and—
“You’re getting nakedalready?” Nick said. “He’s yourboss.Show a little decorum. Make him work for it, at least. Why don’t you—wow.Wow.So you don’t have a gag reflex. Goodto know.” Nick did. He could barely stop from gagging if his toothbrush went too far back into his mouth. That didn’t bode well in case Seth was… bigger than a toothbrush.
Almost forgetting he was supposed to be squeezing out a little lotion, Nick leaned forward, face inches from the screen as he studied the acts performed in front of him. When they got to the main event, Nick was sweating profusely, and not necessarily because of raging hormones, though that was part of it.
He was mostly impressed by howeasyPainter made it look. He took his boss’s penis like a damnchamp,and Nick didn’t understand why there wasn’t even the smallest amount of prep. Painter bounced, wooden filth streaming from his mouth—interspersed with classic phrases such as “Yeah” and “Give it to me” and “Now I’llneverfinish painting.”
Nick paused the video, sitting back in his chair, ignoring his own dick, which seemed to appreciate what he’d just witnessed.
“Power bottom,” he muttered, wondering if Seth would… if he’d…
Now, it should be said that Nick’s power—even before he’d found out he hadactualpowers—had always been his brain. His strange, wonderfully chaotic brain. When he found something he didn’t understand, he researched it until he became an expert.
With that in mind, he clicked over to a different tab and began to type.
DOES BOTTOMING HURT?
He nodded. That sounded right. He hit Enter.
Row after row of links popped up on the screen, and he clicked on the first one, already feeling at ease. WikiHow, one of his favorite places on the entire internet, which had never let him down before. It crowdsourced all the important questions one might have, such asHOW TO MAKE YOUR OWN CEREALandHOW TO USE BAD LANGUAGE WITHOUT GETTING CAUGHTandHOW TO BE A NORMAL PERSON. Granted, none of thesetopics interested Nick, but there was something out there for everyone.
What made it even better was how most of the articles were illustrated, for some reason, as if brightly colored pictures helped to explain the contents. Fun fact! They mostly did not.
The picture at the top of the article showed a man rubbing his chin thoughtfully, a word bubble above his head. However, instead of words in the bubble, it was a picture of a bare butt with a question mark next to it.
