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17184 No.17184
I have seen worse on that board, so I was wondering if...

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No.17192
...?

No.17200
>>17192
Dr. Steel, if you ask

No.17286
Oh goddammit... I've never even thought of him and anything pornographic. Despite being gay and a fan of steampunk, I'm staying clear of rule 34 of him.

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23357
You guys are LAME. I'd hit that down to a science.

No.23360
>>23357

HNGggh-
I'll be in my bunk

No.23368
>>23357
I would too, but I don't think there's anyone to slash him with.
Except the robots.

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23369
>>23368

O RLY?

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23380
>>23368
A Challenger Appears

No.23397
>>23380
gjkdflj;a YES PLEASE

No.23415
>>23380

It's a good thing he exists.

No.23416
I believe some fellow Toy Soldier did do some erotic art of him. He was ..flattered if I remember correctly.

No.23421
>>23369
Would it be Dr. Horrible brutally raping Dr. Steel? Because with as badly as that show ripped off and stomped all over Dr. Steel, it wouldn't be that inaccurate.

No.23422
>>23421
Someone sounds bitter!

No.23432
>>23421
Now, now. I'm sure that there can be more than one musical Doctor-type villain. Besides, Dr. Horrible is more of a mockery about superheroes and such. Dr. Steel is just fantastic.

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>>23416
OMFG POST PICS NAOW I MUST SEE!!!!

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23503
>What is going on here- did you boys opening another rift in the time-space continuum? Now who's this?


>...you know, I'm not normally attracted to men, but there's something about you that sets my loins on fire.

No.23520
you guys I don't even know what the fuck this is but I think we may have stumbled onto a superscience GOLDMINE that may in fact hold the key to world domination or at least infinite riches (and by riches I mean fapping)

amazing things need to happen here. we are so close. I can almost TASTE IT.

(it tastes, if you wondered, a bit like copper, leather, and SCIENCE.)

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23730
>>23416

So... any news?

No.23987
>>23730

Can we get some links up in here. You know, for those of us who are intrigued, and yet woefully ignorant of WTF is going on?

No.23995
curious /coq/sucker is curious, who/what is Dr. Steel?

No.24009
>>23995
http://worlddominationtoys.com/drsteel/about/soldiers.htm
That's his website

No.24012
Dr. Steel = most awesomest musician/artist/mad scientist/snappy dresser ever. That is all you need to know.

DRAWFAGS, GTF ON THIS /NAO/

No.24014
>>24012
He's also everyone's best friend.

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24321
Fuck me, why didn't I think of this before?

Found someone else to IRL slash with Dr. Steel.

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31053
Wow nobodys found sauce yet?
You should all be ashamed

No.31072
>>31053
Sauce of what?

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31084
>>23368
>Except the robots.
DO IT. DO IT NOWWWWW.

No.31089
>>31072

I think it was meant to be one of those "sneaky" content-less bumps.

Sage for the fact that no content exists.

No.31106
/coq/, you keep making me want things I didn't know I wanted.

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31247
>>31240
You know not what you asketh for.

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31251
>>23380

No.31252
That's great and all, but the thread is about Dr. Steel kthx. Make another thread for general science gay if you wish.

No.31269
>>31252
That's basically what this thread is, there being no one willing to step up and wrtie/drawfag. Alternately, they may be attempting to troll it to death.

No.31308
>>31252

It doesn't say it's just for Dr. Steele. It doesn't even look like there is Dr. Steele porn. Also, we really don't need bunches of threads dedicated to things that one or two pieces of content exist for. This should definitely be a general science thread.

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>>31308
It's heavily implying that they want rule 34 for Dr. Steel, though.

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>>31326
Well who wouldn't? Also
>>31308
>Steele

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>>31308
I agree with this. Also requesting Bill Nye 34.

No.31459
>>31339

Sorry. I kind of typed his name by smacking at my keyboard with both hands but not really looking at it OR the screen.

sage for no contribution

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31631
>>31445

SCIENCE RULES

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>>31631
OH MY FUCKING GOD. DID YOU DO THIS??!?!?!

No.32111
>>32020
man I wish I could take credit for what seems to be the only 34 of Nye on the tubes

No.39159
>>23357
Scientists do it on tables, periodically.

That said, DAMN THAT MAN IS FINE. Now that my semester is over, I will try to writefag something for our gorgeous Dr. Steel (Abs).

No.39163
>>32020
no that's by cat bounty, they did tons of rule 34 thats on paheal now.

No.39233
First person to do something legit of Sagan or Feynman gets a present.

No.39496
>>23421 >>23369
I feel like an awful person for writing this, but a plot bunny for Dr. Horrible/Dr. Steel won't leave me alone.

For the sake of this working, let's pretend that both doctors live in the same world, and Dr. Horrible is in the ELE. And this first part is basically plot set up, but in later sections will turn decidedly porny and dub-con.
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Dr. Steel was nervous. He'd received a letter from the Evil League of Evil two days ago, telling him that he should expect to see Dr. Horrible in four days time, to look over the robotics division of World Domination Toys. If Dr. Horrible liked what he saw, then Dr. Steel could expect funding from the ELE, provided he agree to a few "special projects" for them.

However, this was not why Dr. Steel was nervous. He was nervous because it was Dr. Horrible coming to look over his operation, and Dr. Steel had, during a PR run on TV, said a few things he now regretted about Dr. Horrible's look and how it looked so much like his own.

"I really hope he doesn't hold grudges," Dr. Steel paced his laboratory as he talked to Nurse Jen over the telecom. "We need this funding; I don't have enough money coming in to do the really big projects I want to do!"

"Your robotics work is top-notch, Doctor, I'm sure everything will be fine," Jen smiled cheerily. "Remember, the ELE needs you just as much as you need them!"

"Maybe, but Dr. Horrible has the last say about this, and I don't like it," Dr. Steel looked around his lab as his pacing came to a halt. "Nurse Jen, tell all the workers that I want the factory cleaned from top to bottom and all the lighting fixed. I don't want Dr. Horrible to think I work in an dirty, badly-lit facility. We have two days to make this place look slightly less like an evil lair and more like a factory for robotics."

"Yes sir, Doctor Steel! Nurse Jen, over and out!" Nurse Jen's face disappeared from the screen and a second later, the screen went blank as she disconnected the call from her end.

Dr. Steel sighed and went to the small utility storage locker in his lab, opening the door and grabbing a step ladder and some new light bulbs. First he would get his lab well lit, and then he would set about cleaning it.

TBC...

No.39527
>>39496
Omg someone is actually doing this. BRAVO!

No.39529
>>39496

I'M SO FUCKING EXCITED. OMGOMGOMG

No.39533
>>39496
Eager and waiting.

No.39580
>>39496

I am trying to be patient as I wait for MOAR. Dub-con Horrible x Steel sounds YUMMY.

No.39631
>>39496
Sorry it took so long to give the next chapter, but there was a thunderstorm that took out my Internet until about 30 minutes ago.

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Two days later, Dr. Steel was still nervous, but he was also incredibly proud of his Toy Soldiers; the World Domination Toy Factory (and lair) looked better, cleaner and brighter than it ever had before. Dr. Steel made a mental note to make a couple batches of non-lethal, non-mind-control cookies and muffins for his Soldiers and Nurses after the inspection was over.

"Dr. Steel, we have visual confirmation of Dr. Horrible's personal hovercraft approaching," Nurse Jen's face popped up on the telecom. "If you leave your lab right now, you can make it in time to greet him as he lands on the helipad."

"Thank you Nurse Jen, I'm going now," Dr. Steel rushed out the door of his lab and through the corridors. "Make way!" He called in warning to a faction of Toy Soldiers who were gathered 'round the doorway that let out onto the helipad, obviously intent on watching the hovercraft land. "Thank you," Dr. Steel smiled as they made room for him to get through. "Do not block the hall; when you see Dr. Horrible and myself come back this way, make yourselves scarce and go to your assigned posts. Dr. Horrible needs to see this place at its best!"

"Yes sir, Doctor!" The Soldiers all chorused, all of them still intent on watching the hovercraft land.

A whirring noise made itself apparent, and Dr. Steel turned back toward the helipad and watched as the red and black hovercraft touched down. It was a marvel of craftsmanship, built by Dr. Horrible himself, and was said to be the most technologically advanced flying craft in the world. According to reports, he started building it as a prototype for the Evil League of Evil, and then made it his personal craft after it was done and Bad Horse had given the whinny of approval for an entire fleet to be made for the ELE. The rest of the fleet was still in construction, but soon the good guys were going to have to deal with every ELE member having a hovercraft, and that made things look a little bleak for the do-gooders of the world.

Dr. Horrible, wearing his now signature red lab coat and his goggles firmly over his eyes, opened the door to his hovercraft and stepped down onto the helipad as Dr. Steel walked up to him.

"Dr. Horrible, welcome to World Domination Toys. How was your trip?" Dr. Steel decided to be as genial as humanly possible. Small talk to start out with seemed safe enough.

"Thank you, Dr. Steel. My trip was just fine, my baby handles like a dream and there wasn't even any turbulence. How do you like her?" Dr. Horrible nodded to his hovercraft, smirking smugly.

"She's a magnificent machine, Doctor."

"Later I'll let you take a look inside," Dr. Horrible smiled, "but for now, let's take a look at your robotics division. I've seen your buzzsaw babies and a few of your other prototypes and I have to confess that when Professor Normal said your name during the meeting that I volunteered to come see your operation. Robotics has always fascinated me. Normal gave me a list of things to look for, to make sure you were on the right track for what we need, and if I see it, then the contract is yours."

"That sounds excellent," Dr. Steel smiled back at the red-coated man, his nervousness somewhat dissipated, "this way to the factory, Doctor."

The tour went off without a hitch, and Dr. Horrible sat and had tea with Dr. Steel at the end in his personal chambers.

"I have to say that the kind of robotics you do here is more than what Professor Normal was expecting," Dr. Horrible sipped his tea and looked over at Dr. Steel. "The contract is in my hovercraft; we can go there for you to sign it, and I can give you the grand tour. You know, if the ELE is impressed with your work, they may give you one from the fleet I'm making as a bonus."

"My own hovercraft?!" Dr. Steel set his cup and saucer down, afraid he might spill it in his excitement. "That would be marvelous!"

"Well, if we're done here, we can go now," Dr. Horrible set his cup of tea down on the service tray and stood up.

"Of course!" Dr. Steel was no longer nervous, he was excited with just the thought of what he could do with a hovercraft in his possession.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't see Dr. Horrible's face go from genial to smug as he followed the white-coated man out to the helipad.

TBC...
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Okay, I know, too much plot, not enough porn. But I felt it was necessary to set up some sort of reason as to why the two of them were in the same place and time before sex happened.

No.39648
>>39631
This may be the last thing I post for awhile today, sorry, but my Internet is still spotty at best.

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The inside of the hovercraft was sectioned off into separate rooms. There was a control room, then a door that opened to a short hall. The door on the left went to a small galley kitchen, the door on the right to Dr. Horrible's sleeping quarters (for long flights), and at the very end of the hall was a full bathroom. The entire interior was done in reds, blacks and silvers.

"Impressive, Doctor," Dr. Steel was practically giddy. A real working hovercraft, and he was in it getting a tour!

"Thank you," Dr. Horrible nodded to the door that lead back to the control room. "There's more to see in the control room, and the contract is there, waiting for you and I to sign it. Let's go."

Two two men of mad science walked back into the control room, and Dr. Steel avidly looked over all the panels before turning to Dr. Horrible.

"Doctor Horrible, just how many different weapons do you have on this ship? I counted half a dozen openings before we boarded."

"Every kind of weapon I could think of needing, and then a few more just in case," Dr. Horrible held up a remote. "If I come under attack while I'm in my sleeping quarters, I can even remotely access the ship's controls and get rid of my enemy before getting out of bed. Observe..."

One button pushed turned all the windows dark, another made the exit door audibly lock.

"...now nobody can get in the hovercraft, and nobody can see in to observe what we are doing."

"That's handy if somebody tries to board your ship or track your movements," Dr. Steel's nervousness came back a bit. Something wasn't right here.

"True," Dr. Horrible smiled, and this time it reminded Dr. Steel of a predator that knows it has already won, and is taking its time with its meal. Dr. Horrible picked up a briefcase that had been stowed in a side compartment of the console, and opened it, drawing out a three-ring binder, which he also opened, scanning the pages. "Dr. Phineas Waldorf Steel...may I call you Phineas?"

"Well, um, yes, yes you may," Dr. Steel's nervousness ratcheted up a notch, his stomach suddenly a hot hard ball in his abdomen.

"You see, Phineas, before I came to your factory, I took a look through the files that the ELE has on you. I know you're in the red despite all of your workers are volunteers, and that you need this job from ELE to get out of debt, as well as get a few pet projects off the ground," Dr. Horrible smirked and snapped the binder shut, placing it back in the briefcase. "The ELE has a pool of robotics scientists around the world who, if they knew about this job opening, would chew off their own legs at the knee in order to get it...the question is, Phineas, what are you prepared to do in order to get this job?"

"But, I thought we were going to just sign the contract..."

"Don't be so naive, Phineas," Dr. Horrible snickered. "I am in the ELE because I'm good at getting what I want, when I want it. For you to be even contracted by the ELE, you have to show some...initiative. So, as the adage goes, I'll scratch your back if you scratch mine...what are you going to do for me so you can sign this contract and get your factory out of debt?"

Dr. Steel glowered at Dr. Horrible, weighing his options.

"Are you doing this because of what I said about you taking my look during my PR campaign?"

"Like I care about how close your fashion is to mine," Dr. Horrible snorted, sneering. "My gloves may have some PVC as the material, but I have never worn a PVC labcoat...and honestly, how else are mad scientists supposed to dress, like Bill Nye? No, Phineas, this has nothing to do with your little PR campaign; this has to do with me having power over you, and you showing me what you're willing to do to get what you need."

Dr. Steel let this sink in for a moment before sighing and looking down at the floor.

"I'm...willing to do whatever you want me to do in order to get that contract," Dr. Steel glanced at Dr. Horrible. "I don't want my factory to close."

"That is just what I wanted to hear, Phineas," Dr. Horrible smiled again, and Dr. Steel flinched slightly.

"What would you like me to do?"

"Take off your lab coat, gloves, and glasses; let me take a look at you."

Dr. Steel pursed his lips, then slowing took off his gloves. He had a distinct feeling where this was going to go, and he wasn't happy. He'd seen a lot in the sanatorium, and he knew about one of the orderlies who on occasion would promise one of the mentally unbalanced special privileges if he could spend the night. Dr. Steel had escaped before it was his turn to host a sleepover, and now the tight hot ball of his stomach felt like lead at what he was about to put himself through in the name of building his utopia.

With the outer layers shed, Dr. Horrible looked him up and down, before sighing.

"Turn around for me, Phineas, slowly. Once you're done and you're facing me again, take off your vest, your boots and socks, and your tie, in that order."

"Alright," Dr. Steel complied, turning slowly then stripping the garments quickly. "Shall I turn around for you again?"

"No, I was just seeing how well you took orders, Phineas. Take off the rest of your clothes, then come stand before me."

Dr. Steel closed his eyes and pursed his lips again, before reaching for his belt buckle, unfastening it and loosening it from his trim waist. He let his pants fall to the ground, not bothering to step out of them yet. Still with his eyes closed, he rid himself of his shirt and undershirt, and finally pulled his boxers down. He stepped carefully out of the pile of clothes and opened his eyes as he walked to Dr. Horrible.

"Phineas, I am impressed," Dr. Horrible raised his goggles so that Dr. Steel could witness his ogling. "You are quite the physical specimen."

"Th-thank you, Doctor."

"Now, walk to my bedroom. I'll be following you with a raygun, and trust me, you don't want to know what it could do to you," Dr. Horrible nodded to the door that lead to the living quarters of the ship, and Dr. Steel did as he was told, stopping at the door that would lead to the bedroom. Dr. Horrible sighed. "Phineas, press the green button and go through the door when it opens, and then kneel by the bed."

"Yes, Doctor," Dr. Steel replied softly, complying and trying not to think about the fact that he was complying instead of punching Dr. Horrible in the face. Dr. Steel had a good six inches and possible twenty pounds on the red-coated scientist, but Dr. Horrible had all the cards that counted. Dr. Steel knelt by the bed and awaited further instructions.

"Just so you know, I'm locking us in here," Dr. Horrible sounded far too pleased with himself as he worked the remote and the door closed behind him. Walking to the nightstand, he placed the remote in the top drawer and shut it, a click signifying it was locked sounding like a tiny gunshot in the otherwise silent room. Seating himself on the bed, Dr. Horrible rearranged his robes so that his pants were visible, and then opened those as well, showing his tented boxers.

Dr. Steel pursed his lips as he looked from the boxers to Dr. Horrible's face. Dr. Horrible chuckled.

"Well what are you waiting for, Phineas? It's not going to suck itself. Oh, and a friendly warning: if you use your teeth, you're going to force me to kill you."

"Y-yes, Dr. Horrible," Dr. Steel stammered as he situated himself between the red-coated scientist's legs and went to work.

TBC...

No.40625
>>39648
Where's the rest?

No.40764
>>39648

MOOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRRR

No.42351
Vry nice. moar please.

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42353
The great drawfriend Crushling did this a while ago. I think she mentioned something to me recently of working on an improved version.
As I am also a fan of Dr. Steel, I'll see what I can dig up/contribute.

No.42359
>>39648
Writefag here. I've tried three or four different times to update this story, but /coq/ seems to not like it, and gives me about ten different lines of fucked up code errors. I'll keep writing, and I'll keep trying to post.

No.42695
>>42353
Oh God thank ye

I love you

No.42711
>>42359
You are killing me.
Rewrite the whole dam thing in note pad or post it on LJ. DO SOMETHING I NEED MORE OF THIS >: (

No.42725
>>39648

Woo! Finally an update! No beta, because I wrote it several days ago and looked it over before pasting it in here. It's gonna be NSFW from here on out for language and sex and kink, so if you're reading this at work...well, what the fuck are you doing on p4c at work anyway?! Go do your job!

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Five minutes. For five minutes solid, Dr. Steel had been giving Dr. Horrible a blowjob. Five minutes of sucking, licking, headbobbing, and fondling what he couldn't get in his mouth. His jaw was tired and aching, and he had to curse himself for having hardly any gag reflex (he would never be able to eat popsicles or candycanes again after this without remembering sucking cock and feeling ill, he was sure).

"Phineas, have you ever sucked cock before?" Horrible's head was tilted back, one hand keeping him in a stable sitting position, the other cupping the back of Steel's head.

"No, I haven't," Steel had paused in licking just long enough to answer before running his tongue in a bold stripe from the base of the cock before him to the head.

"Then you're a natural, how good for me," Horrible pushed Steel away and then stood up to removed his clothes. "Phineas, get on the bed, hands and knees, facing the headboard."

Steel did as he was told; he knew what was coming and was dreading it. He knew he would have to do some unseemly things to please the members of the ELE, but he never considered whoring himself for the good of his factory and utopia would be what he would end up doing. He turned his head slightly so he could watch Horrible undress; it was only fair he should get a show since he was forced to strip earlier.

Horrible took his time to remove each piece of clothing and fold it, and Steel took his time to look over the ELE member. He was even shorter without the boots, and without the red lab coat, he seemed smaller and younger. He was sturdily built, though, with some noticeable muscle and definition in his abs.

Great, Steel thought sourly, I'm going to get fucked by a boy who looks like he's barely out of college and has an ego the size of this hovercraft.

Horrible set all of his clothes on an empty shelf across from the bed, and when he turned around to face Steel, the older man saw the younger's hands held several objects. A single medical exam glove, a tube of what he assumed was lubricant, and a condom still in the wrapper. Horrible looked at him and quirked one eyebrow.

"I thought I told you to face the headboard, Phineas."

"I was curious," Steel shrugged as best he could in his position. "Let's get on with it, then."

"If you think my entire plan is to fuck you once to show dominance, you're sorely mistaken," Horrible set the condom and tube of lubricant on the nightstand, and snapped the exam glove on. "You see, Phineas, every ELE member has a lesser villain that he or she chooses as a...traveling companion, if you will. Somebody who will go with them on long trips that will help them destress from the tense situations that go along with being in the ELE. I'm choosing you." The tube of lubricant was picked up from the table and a healthy amount of slick was applied to the fingers of the gloved hand.

"So I'm your fuck toy until you tire of me," Steel frowned.

"Don't make it sound so awful," Horrible leered as he got behind Steel on the bed and slowly started trailing teasing touches over and around Steel's anus. "I only take trips to different countries every four or five months, and I want you to learn to enjoy our time together. After all, I find the sex to be better if the other person is willing."

"Forced enough unwilling people to have sex with you before you found that out, doctor?" Steel's sarcastic tone faltered a bit as one of Horrible's fingers breached his anus up to the first knuckle.

"Ever since I started in the ELE, I've done things that a younger version of myself would probably be repulsed by," Horrible worked his entire finger in, searching until he found Steel's prostate and then pressed on it.

The reaction was immediate: Steel gasped, cursed, and moaned, and proceeded to writhe on Horrible's finger as it stayed firmly pressed on his prostate.

"You sonofabitch," Steel growled, looking back at Horrible over his shoulder. "I agreed to your terms, it doesn't mean I have to like it."

SMACK

Horrible drew back his non-gloved hand, looking at Steel evenly.

"I was lenient about you looking away from the headboard while I undressed, Phineas," Horrible kept working Steel open, sliding a second finger into him. "But talking back to me like that while disobeying me again will get you punished, and I have no qualms about spanking your ass red before I fuck you into the mattress. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," Steel faced the headboard. The only thing more degrading than being fucked by this man would be getting spanked and then fucked.

"Good," Horrible laid his bare hand on the place where he had struck Steel, caressing it to soothe the sting. "You'll see, Phineas; in a year or so, you'll look forward to our time together. I may even give you gifts if you're good. I'm much more lenient than most of the others in the ELE; you'll be spoiled in comparison to the other traveling companions."

"I can hardly wait," the sarcastic retort slipped out before Steel could stop it, and he winced as a third finger was worked into him. "Sorry, sir."

"I don't mind a little fight in you, Phineas," Horrible leered again. "But outright disrespect will not be tolerated. I do have an image to uphold, and having a companion that disrespects me is unacceptable." Horrible worked more lube into Steel, and then removed his fingers entirely, stripping off the glove and tossing it into the basket by the nightstand.

"So should I call you sir in front of other ELE members, or master?" Steel asked the question so that he wouldn't make an embarrassing noise over the removal of fingers from his ass. Despite being a cocky, controlling bastard, Horrible did have very nice hands and knew how to use them.

"All companions, when in front of other ELE members, will address their superior as sir...but if you'd like to call me master, I won't object," Horrible tore open the foil packet and rolled the condom onto his erection, then covered it with lube before getting behind Steel again. "The hovercraft is soundproofed, so by all means, be as loud as you want."

No.42730
>>42725
I'm going to post another section of this, which will be NSFW for language, sex, kinkiness, and general naughtiness (just the way you fags like it).
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Dr. Horrible took his sweet time sliding into Dr. Steel. He wanted to draw out the claiming of this man, take it slow, make him writhe. Horrible had realized a few months ago that the most horrible thing he could do to another person was to get them to consent to something they personally objected to, and them make them like it. It was no different with Steel; the man obviously was letting Horrible have sex with him in order to save his beloved factory, but Horrible would make sure Steel was moaning and enjoying himself by the end of their encounter today.

Horrible sighed happily as he finally was seated fully inside Steel, his balls resting snugly against the other's ass. He didn't move right away, giving Steel time to adjust while he just soaked in the bliss of having someone so tight and hot wrapped around his cock.

"Phineas, am I the first to top you?"

The question caught Steel off guard for a moment; the slow slide and stretch of Horrible's cock inside him had taken all of his attention. He had expected a dominating fuck; something that plowed him into submission and didn't leave time for questions like the one he had been asked.

"Yes, you are," Steel answered quietly.

"Yes, I am what?" Horrible smirked and rotated his hips just enough to withdraw a bit to make a small, shallow thrust.

"Yes, you are the first to top me...Master."

"Very good, Phineas," Horrible decided the best way to undo the scientist beneath him was with a long, slow fuck. Once Steel was an active participant and was obviously enjoying the cock thrusting in his ass, then Horrible would fuck the man into the mattress and dominate him the way he wanted to, but not before Steel became a willing participant.

Steel was confused. The pace of long, slow thrusts that Horrible was setting up was nothing like what he had imagined, and even worse, the angle the younger man was using was consistently hitting his prostate with almost every thrust. Steel closed his eyes and tried not to moan.

Horrible bent over Steel's back and started to place kisses and light bites, which he quickly licked over to soothe the sting. He also brought his right hand, still slippery with lube from slicking his condom, forward to grasp Steel's cock and start a slow and steady counterstroke to his thrusts.

"Come on, Phineas," Horrible licked a stripe up Steel's spine and felt the man beneath him arch his back just a little. "I know you don't want to acknowledge how good this feels, but I'm not speeding up until I get more than silence from you."

"F-f-fuck me and be d-done with it," Steel winced as he stuttered, but he couldn't help it with the hand on his cock and the cock in his ass.

"Fine, I can keep this pace up for hours," Horrible emphasized with a firm thrust. "It's amazing what kind of stamina you build up when you try to fuck information out of somebody, and I'm just fucking you for pleasure."

Steel let this information sink in. There was a chance that Horrible was bluffing, but if he wasn't...no, no Steel couldn't deal with over an hour of slow fucking that was mangling his prostate. He shifted back slightly, meeting the next thrust in and let out a moan that had been trapped in his throat.

"Good," Horrible leered, and increased his pace just a fraction. "You feel so good, Phineas, so tight."

Steel tried to block out Horrible's voice, but it was no use; he was reaching stimulation overload and he had to admit to himself that despite the circumstances, the younger man knew what he was doing in bed. He moaned louder and met Horrible's thrusts with a bit more force, cursing himself for enjoying the debasement.

Horrible took his hand away from Steel's erection, which actually earned him a whimper from the larger man beneath him. However, when he placed both hands on Steel's hips and sped up the pace considerably, he wasn't surprised when the larger man gasped and started talking.

"Yes, yes, faster, more, Master please!" Steel knew he was giving in and liking the sex despite what he had said earlier, but he was so close to coming that he could practically taste it. He could ignore the fact he was willingly becoming Horrible's bitch for as long as it took to come.

Horrible smirked, speeding up his thrusting. "Rest on your forearms and elbows, Phineas; I'll give you what you need."

Steel complied with hardly any thought to how his new position made him look decidedly like a bitch in heat; head buried in his forearms while his ass was high in the air. He moaned at the new angle of Horrible's cock inside him.

Horrible leaned over Steel and barred his teeth as he began to fuck the man in earnest, quick hard thrusts meant to dominate and take.

"You're mine, Phineas," Horrible growled, licking, sucking, and biting at the larger man's back. "No other cock goes in you but mine; not your mouth, not your ass. Only I'm allowed there from now on. You're not allowed to top anybody in between our visits either; no fucking your nurses or any of your Toy Soldiers. If you need to get off, you will jack yourself off. If I give you a toy to use, you will use it regularly in your bed and think of me as you get off on it. If I give you something to wear, you will have it on under your lab coat when I come get you the next time I'm taking a trip."

"Yes, Master," Steel gasped, his erection twitching at the orders and his balls drawing up even without a hand to fondle them. "Please, I'm so close."

"Come, Phineas," Horrible slid his right hand around again and jacked Steel's cock at a hard and furious pace. "Do it now."

A few more thrusts and a few more strokes and Steel came with a shout that turned into a whimper as Horrible continued to fuck him, balls slapping harshly against his ass throughout his orgasm, drawing it out.

"So good, Phineas," Horrible made one last thrust, his balls so tight up against Steel's ass that he could feel them tremble when Horrible finally came.

He stayed embedded in the older man's ass for a few minutes, shallowly thrusting until his cock had deflated enough to slip out. Taking the condom off, knotting it and tossing it in the bin, he laid himself over Steel's back again, running his hands over the body beneath him.

"When I come for you in four months, you will wait in your rooms," Horrible said softly, his tone light. "Tell whoever you need to that you wish to talk privately to me there, and we are not to be disturbed. When we leave together, you will tell them that I need your expertise on a project and you will be gone for two weeks."

"You plan on fucking me in my own bed," Steel sighed, eyes closing. "So I do not have a single place to lay my head that you haven't been on top of me."

"You have four months until then...unless you want me to take you there now and fill your ass with my cock again."

"I'll take the four months," Steel replied, then to be on the safe side added, "Thank you for giving me a choice, Master."

"You're welcome, Phineas," Horrible fondled Steel's balls and stroked his over-sensitive cock once before lifting himself off of him and got off the bed entirely. He redressed, then unlocked the nightstand with the remote and unlocked the door. "Stay right here; you're a mess."

"Yes, Master," Steel barely had enough energy to move, let alone get up and leave. Instead, he laid himself flat on the mattress, grimacing slightly when he realized too late that he had just laid down in his own puddle of come. Horrible returned quickly with a damp washcloth.

"Kneel, Phineas," Horrible ordered, and once Steel complied, proceeded to clean him up a bit. He stroked over Steel's come-covered abs, then caressed his cock and balls, and then finally gave a firm wipe around, over and a little bit inside Steel's anus to remove the excess lubricant. Steel moaned a bit during this process, his over-sensitive and abused parts flaring white-hot jolts to the base of his spine.

"Thank you, Master," Steel managed when Horrible had finished. "May I get dressed now?"

"Such good manners," Horrible leered at him as he threw out the washcloth. "Yes, you may. I'll follow you to the control room."

Steel got on shaky legs and winced slightly as he walked as quickly as he could to where his clothes lay in a heap. He clothed himself as quickly as possible, sighing happily that he now had so many layers of clothes on between Horrible and himself once more.

Horrible handed him the contract and pointed where he was to sign. Steel signed it and handed it back to him. He was caught off-guard, however, when Horrible took him by the wrist and jerked him forward, kissing him hard.

"Who do you belong to now?"

"You, Master," Steel received a softer kiss for this answer.

"Here is your copy of the contract," Horrible handed it to him before letting go of his wrist. "I will see you in four months; be prepared for it the same way I was prepared today. Glove, lube, condom. If your rooms are not soundproofed, get it done; I like it when you're loud for me."

"Yes, Master," Steel swallowed thickly. "May I go back to my factory?"

"You may," Horrible smiled. "Congratulations on the contract, the money will hit your account by the end of the week, as will instructions for what we want you to do."

"Thank you, Master." Steel left the hovercraft, contract clutched in his hand, and made his way quickly to his rooms. He called Nurse Jen and told her to tell everybody they had passed inspection and the contract was theirs, and that he was tired and would be retiring to his rooms and didn't want to be disturbed.

Once the call was ended he headed straight to his bathroom; he needed a shower and very stiff drink.

TBC...

No.42831
>>42730

YES.

MOARRRRR

No.42842
>>42730 Wooo, another section! Standard NSFW warnings apply, fags. Enjoy!!
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Dr. Steel had waited for the money and the instructions to come to him before he left his private quarters. He was savoring the time he had left to call his bedroom his safe haven, and the three days spent in his room were a good start. After that, he looked over what Bad Horse and the rest of the ELE wanted and set to work trying to come up with plans for the robots he needed to create. He threw himself into his work, barely eating or sleeping unless he was scolded by Nurse Jen as if he were a naughty child.

Two months and not a single word from Dr. Horrible. It was both a relief and a point of anxious anticipation. The man had fucked him with dubious consent given, and all over a contract and a need for somebody to dominate.

Dr. Steel felt himself flush at the memory of the younger man dominating him, then flushed even harder at how he himself had buckled like a belt because of the intense pleasure Dr. Horrible had managed to give him during their encounter. It still made him feel slightly dirty; he didn't want this arrangement but he had to go through with it in order to get and keep the contract that kept his factory afloat. He was trapped and Dr. Horrible knew it.

Shaking his head to help clear it, Dr. Steel looked at the clock. Almost tea-time; good, he could do with a cup of jasmine tea to clear his thoughts and help him get on track for the time between then and supper.

"Dr. Steel," Nurse Jen's face popped up on the telecom. "I went through the incoming mail today, and there is a letter here from Dr. Horrible. Would you like me to bring it to you?"

"I'm going to be taking my tea after I clean up a bit; just leave the letter on my tea tray in my room if I'm not there."

"Sure thing, Doctor," Nurse Jen smiled brightly and clicked off the telecom from her end.

Dr. Steel sighed as he tidied his work station and took off his large PVC gloves, putting them off to one side. He knew the silence from Dr. Horrible was far too good to be true.

Several minutes later, Dr. Steel walked into his rooms and noticed that the tea tray had been set up and the letter was laying next to his teapot. He turned on the kettle first and then opened the envelope. Within lay a single sheet of paper, and Dr. Horrible's neat script. It read:

Dear Phineas,

It has been two months since I last saw you. Are you behaving yourself? I know that being your Master from a distance gives you a sense of both being free and being trapped. I will always make sure our time together is pleasurable, as long as you obey me.

In one month, I will be sending you a package. Instructions will be inside, and you will follow them to the letter. I will see you in person a month after that, and I will be able to reward or punish you for how well you did or did not follow orders. Do not test me on this, Phineas; you will not like the result if you are insolent, but I predict you will greatly approve of the result if I am pleased by how you followed directions.

I dreamt about your skin last night, Phineas. Being taller than I am, to me it seemed as if you had so much skin to explore and I had so little time to do it when we last met. It will be different with the meeting coming up, because I plan to map out your body during the two weeks I have you all to myself.

Trust me when I tell you that when the two weeks is over, you will be wondering why you thought this arrangement between us was ever a bad thing. I will make you enjoy what we do together, Phineas. I own your body, but it's your heart and soul I'm really after, and I will get it in time.

Your Master,
Dr. Horrible


Dr. Steel read the letter and paled at the end of it. His heart and soul? Wasn't his body enough for the younger man? He put down the letter and shakily got his tea ready. After that missive, he needed something to calm his nerves.

A month passed rather quickly, and the project the ELE had him working on was a little ahead of schedule. Dr. Steel was in an excellent mood...until one of his Toy Soldiers came to him with a package from Dr. Horrible.

Quickly making his way to his private rooms, Dr. Steel ripped open the box and found two small video cameras, a transmitting box, a ball gag, a pair of black PVC hot pants, and a black leather dog collar with a silver tag which read "Phineas" on one side and "If found, return to Dr. Horrible" on the other. There was also a letter from Dr. Horrible, which read:

Dear Phineas,

Because you were fairly good for our first meeting, I decided to spoil you a bit. The cameras are self adhering on the back and the transmitter will connect to your computer. I want you to put one camera in your bathroom with a good view of both your clawfoot bathtub and your shower; putting it high in the corner near the sink should work. The second camera goes in your bedroom, so that there is a clear view of your bed; the opposite wall will do the trick, I think.

Once you have placed the cameras, I want you to take off everything you're wearing right now and put on the collar and the hot pants. Then you are to turn your computer on, connect the camera transmitter to it, and wait for me to tell you what to do next.

I couldn't wait to see you again, Phineas, and I had to see how well those hot pants hugged your ass. I miss your ass; I miss coaxing it open, I miss sliding inside, I miss hitting your prostate over and over so you make that breathy little moan in the back of your throat. I miss the feel of you coming around my cock when I'm buried balls-deep inside of you, and it's all only happened once, Phineas.

You are quickly becoming my favorite obsession. I can only do my best to make sure I become yours.

Your Master,
Dr. Horrible


"He's not serious," Dr. Steel said aloud to himself. Going to the bathroom and then into his bedroom, he realized that the best places to put the cameras were right where the red-coated doctor had suggested, and then cursed aloud and vehemently. He was not ready for this kind of bullshit today.

TBC...

No.42981
>>42842
wow just.....wow I never thought I would see Dr. Steel slash and now that I have IDK how to feel.

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>>42730
>>42842

Thanks Write fag

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>>42987
Writefag here. Thank you for the technoviking! There will be more of the story posted later today.

No.43186
>>42842
Sorry it's a bit later than I thought it would be. NSFW.
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Dr. Steel put off placing the cameras and hooking up the transmitter to his personal computer for as long as he thought he could get away with it. It was obvious from the letter that came with the so-called gifts that Dr. Horrible expected him to set up everything and contact the younger man on the same day the package arrived, and knowing Horrible, he would know that Steel was already dawdling.

Now came the difficult part. Removing all his layers of clothes, the things that kept him safe from getting too close to other people, and putting on those ridiculous hot pants and the collar. The collar and the tag were rather insulting; he was a brilliant mad scientist bent on creating an utopia, not a dog!

In his mind, Steel knew that the collar was a sign of ownership, and that the hot pants were a test. Horrible could have just sent the collar and ball gag and told him to wear those and nothing else; at least he was being given some cover, flimsy as it was, and he wasn't being made to use the ball gag yet.

Steel pursed his lips and sighed before undressing. He had to lay down on the bed and wiggle into the hot pants, which were incredibly tight and left nothing to the imagination. Grimacing, he got off the bed, picked up the collar, and put it on, buckling it and making sure the tag was centered under his adam's apple. He picked up the ball gag and set it on his computer, then fired up the machine and waited for the next equipment to install. Once it had, a window popped up which instructed him on how to create a secure link with Horrible's computer, which he followed. When he finished, another window popped up, this one a webcam feed.

Dr. Horrible was smiling at him, as if he had been expecting Steel right at that moment to pop up on his screen.

"Hello Phineas. I noticed you had a webcam on your computer when I was in your chambers last; I hope you don't mind, but I hacked your webcam as well so that I could have the two cameras I sent and this one hooked into the private video feed the transmitter is sending me."

"I hardly ever use my computer's webcam; it is fine if you wish to use it...Master," Steel tried not to flinch at the title, but he had a feeling it would be good to stroke the red-coated scientist's ego a little early on so that maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be as humiliating as he was dreading.

"You're still wearing your goggle-glasses, Phineas," Horrible frowned a bit. "Take them off."

"Sorry, sir, I had to use them to see while I set up everything," Steel removed the offending tinted lenses and set them on the computer desk.

"If that's the case, alright, I'll allow the slip," Horrible rested his chin in his hand as he leaned forward. "I like your eyes...and the collar fits you, good. Stand up, I want to see all of you."

Steel complied, pushing himself away from the desk and then standing up.

"Oh Phineas," Horrible whispered, just loud enough for Steel to hear, and it sounded like the younger man was pleased and turned on. "Turn slowly in a circle, arms up and hands clasped behind your head."

Steel did it all, and when he was facing the screen again, Horrible looked flushed.

"You have no idea how badly I want to be in the room with you," Horrible closed his eyes, obviously trying to get his composure back. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes again and leered. "And since I can't be in the room with you, you're going to have to be my hands. Take the ball gag with you to the bedroom; I outfitted it with an audio transmitter. You won't have to put it on to hear me, and for this first webcam experience, I don't want you to put it on. There is a button near the clasp to turn on the audio; click it once when you're on the bed."

"Yes Master," Steel picked up the ball gag, and walked over to his bed. Getting on it, he looked right at the camera on the opposite wall and clicked the button. "What did you mean I would have to be your hands?"

"I can't touch you, so you have to touch yourself, Phineas," Horrible's voice was a bit tinnier via ball gag than his computer speakers, but Steel could hear the leer that was there in the man's voice. "I'm merely going to tell you where and how to touch. You see, originally I wasn't going to send the ball gag. I thought about sending the package, and then when you got online just command that you put on a show for me today; strip-tease and masturbate. There was a problem with that, though; you could think of somebody else while you get off in that scenario because you're not near the computer and wouldn't be able to see me or hear me, and I want you to think of me. So I thought it would be so much more intimate if I got you on your bed, and got you off with the power of my voice and your own hands."

"I see," Steel swallowed, and he felt the hair on his arms raise since there was no hair on the back of his neck to do that anymore. He also felt warm all over, despite having so little on, to the point that he felt his head start to sweat.

"My first order is for you to lay down on your back, and touch yourself, starting with the top of your head and working your way down slowly. Light touches, teases; show me where you're sensitive and can't stand being teased."

Steel lay down, setting the ball gag near his pillow, and reached up slowly to feel his scalp. He had gone prematurely bald so long ago that he didn't even need to shave the sides anymore; when his hair had fallen out, it went all the way. With light touches, though, his scalp was rather sensitive. He slowly made his way down, and as he did, he swept slightly to the sides so that he could do all of his head.

The spots slightly below and behind his ears made him gasp slightly, and it surprised him. He hadn't realized such a light touch could feel so good.

"Phineas, tell me where you're touching and how you feel," Horrible's voice was soft and near him enough to make Steel almost snap out of the near-trance he had put himself into already.

"Just below and behind my ears; sensitive, good," Steel kept the description short, still searching for more places. "My neck...all of it, especially my adam's apple." Steel closed his eyes and continued. "Mmm, collar bone, just this one spot on the left side. Nipples, both of them, ah! Very sensitive."

"That's good, Phineas; keep going, you're gorgeous," Horrible's words, instead of being repulsing, made Steel's breathing speed up a bit. With his eyes closed, Steel could almost believe Horrible was next to him, whispering encouragement and direction.

"My sides, just below the ribs, are a bit ticklish," Steel resumed his running narration. "Just around my bellybutton, it's sensitive and a little more...intense, I think. Master, may I remove these?" Steel was just barely able to get his thumbs under the waistband of his hot pants, tugging gently on them.

"Do it slowly, Phineas; were they too tight for you?"

"I could barely get them on," Steel peeled the offending garment off, and realized he was half-hard in the process. Once the tiny shorts were down to his knees, he was content to lay back down and kick them the rest of the way off and resume his exploration of his own skin. Why he hadn't thought of doing this to himself before this boggled him; it felt so good.

"Mmm, Phineas, when I get you alone, two weeks is not going to be enough to do all the things I want with you, to you," Horrible's voice was back in his ear, breathy and definitely turned on. "Don't touch your cock yet, do everything else first; touching your cock is your reward for being so good, do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," Steel had to sit up to do his lower half properly. "Inner thighs...mmm. Oh! The backs of my knees too, very sensitive. My ankles too...but not my feet. That's a little odd." Steel looked directly at the camera. "I can't really do my back, but you know from last time that there are sensitive places on it, right Master?"

"I remember a few places, but I wouldn't mind finishing the experiment started here today; don't forget to do your arms."

"The insides of my arms...and my hands, front and back," Steel closed his eyes again and lay back down, slowly brushing his hands up and down his abs. "Have I been good, Master?"

"Yes, Phineas, you have; touch your cock."

Steel wrapped his hand around his erection, groaning at the contact.

"Phineas, stop. I want you to touch your genitals the same way you did the rest of your body," Horrible sounded stern.

Steel whimpered and slowly unwrapped his hand from the one place in the world he wanted to touch with something more than a light teasing touch.

"Start at the head, with your fingertips only," Horrible instructed. "Work your way down the shaft to the base, then continue on your balls, and when you're done, go back just as slowly."

"Yes, Master," Steel bit his bottom lip lightly as he started, each little touch sending a bright spark of heat to the base of his spine and all he wanted was to grab his cock with both hands and double fist himself to completion. By the time he got to his balls, he was panting heavily and trying not to whimper. He was so close, and yet so very far away. He needed something more substantial than light and teasing in order to come.

"Phineas, I can tell you're close," Horrible's leer-through-the-audio was back. "I'm close too; you look so fuckable right now that I have a hard on I could pound a hole in concrete with, but I need you to keep going. You've been so good during this, Phineas, just a little bit longer."

Steel could only moan in response and keep going. His ability to narrate how the touching affected him had ceased when his cock was under his fingertips, and now he was working his way up his shaft again. His orgasm was building with every little touch, every tease, and he moaned when one of his fingers touched the glans just the right way.

"So good, Phineas; now listen carefully, I want you to wrap your hand around your cock - just one of your hands, not both - and stroke yourself just once, firmly."

Steel almost sobbed with relief; his skin felt too tight and he needed release like he needed to breathe and eat to survive. He grabbed his cock in his right hand and gave himself one full, firm stroke.

"Perfect. Now do it again, slowly, and come for me."

Steel didn't even have to finish the stroke, his vision went white behind his eyelids and he came mid-way through, a strangled groan emitting from his throat as he finished the stroke and took his hand away, feeling his cock still spurting.

"Beautiful, Phineas," Horrible moaned as Steel finished his orgasm, and there was no mistaking the sound of Horrible reaching his peak as well. There was quiet for almost a full minute, then the younger man continued. "You're getting a reward when I come see you for that performance. Get up and go to your computer."

"Yes, Master," Steel got up on slightly wobbly legs and made it to the computer, remembering to turn off the audio emitter in the ball gag first.

Horrible looked smug and sated. "So how did it feel to get off with your own hands and my voice, Phineas?"

"It was...it was enjoyable, Master."

"It was enjoyable on this end too," Horrible looked Steel up and down. "I like seeing you post orgasm, wearing only the collar I gave you. I'm sure it looks better in person...but I have to wait a month to see it that way. Goodnight, Phineas."

"Good night, Master," Steel replied just before the connection was cut off on Horrible's end, then shut down his computer. He walked to his bathroom, which had a full-length mirror on one wall and looked at himself in it.

A tall, slightly lanky but well built man looked back with a slightly blissed out expression, a black leather collar and shiny silver tag around his neck, and streaks of cooling come on his stomach.

Steel turned around abruptly, not liking what he saw, and quickly got the collar off of his neck, throwing it into a basket that he tossed his pocket watch and cufflinks into whenever he got undressed in the bathroom prior to a shower. Going to the shower stall, he turned the water on, and got it to the perfect temperature for moments like this: five degrees below scalding.

What Steel didn't realize was that two minutes after his computer had been turned off, it was turned back on again via remote, and Horrible was watching the taller man having his post-bliss freakout in the shower with a smile on his face.

TBC... (I can't stop!)

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>>43186

No.43301
>>43186
Don't ever stop, please. Never thought I'd or read Dr. Steel porn, much less where he's being dominated.

I've never even seen the Dr. Horrible stuff, but this kind of makes me want to just to get the ELE references.

No.43329
>>43301

Oh yes, please watch it. Dr. Horrible is awesome.

No.43331
>>43301
Writefag here. Thanks for the compliment!

Go watch Dr. Horrible, it's on instant streaming on Netflix right now. Just keep in mind that in this fic, Dr. Horrible goes to a considerably darker place in his head and in his life once he's joined the ELE.

In all honesty, I thought this fic was going to be four or five parts max, but then I keep thinking of some other weird kinky thing I'd like to see them do. Like part 7? I just thought Horrible's voice + Steel's hands on himself = UNF & FAP, so I wrote it.

I'm drafting part eight today, and should have it posted sometime tonight or maybe early tomorrow.

No.43339
>>43331
Dr. Steel slash and no use of toys ballgag don't count.


I am disappoint

No.43386
This writefaggotry is incredibly awesome and unexpected! Thanks so much.

Personally, I would like to see Dr. Steel topping. It might not be as metaphorical, but... *shudders happily*

No.43432
>>43186
NSFW, and I apparently can't stop writing. Enjoy, even though this is a short piece (I had to break it up)!
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It was a month later, and Dr. Steel was pacing his living quarters, nervous again. He had received one letter a week from Dr. Horrible, and each one described a fantasy the red-coated scientist had had involving him. Every single one had made him flush and need to take a cold shower; Horrible had a way with words.

Horrible also had a way with orders. At the moment, Steel was pacing his rooms wearing only his collar and the ridiculous hot pants with just his lab coat over it, waiting for Horrible to knock on the door.

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Meanwhile, Dr. Horrible was trying to break the land and sea speed record on his hovercraft on his way to Dr. Steel's island/factory/lair. He knew it was bad to appear anxious when going to pick up a companion, but it seemed every time he let his mind wander even minutely from his ELE projects, it went straight to how Steel had looked splayed out on his bed, back slightly arched up as he came. It had been a month since that image had been seared into his brain, and Horrible needed to replace that image with a new one before he went certifiably insane.

The minute he touched down on the helipad, he secured the craft and then exited, mentally scolding himself to not run or even jog to Steel's living quarters. He instead walked with an air of purpose and malevolent intent to scare off any Toy Soldiers from approaching him (like the laugh, walking like that had taken practice).

He was gentleman enough to knock, and when Steel opened the door and greeted him, Horrible lifted his goggles and let a real smile show on his face. When the door closed, he pushed Steel up against it and breathed him in. He then slid a hand behind Steel's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. The kiss was soft but hungry; Steel parted his lips just slightly, and Horrible wasted no time licking his way inside to taste his companion. Minty from recently brushing his teeth, wet and hot and so, so good.

"Hello Phineas," Horrible whispered when he finally pulled back enough so they could breathe. "Have you been good?"

"Yes...Master," Steel was flushed a bit from the kiss. "I'm even a little bit ahead of schedule for the robotics you wanted."

"Very good, Phineas," Horrible removed his gloves and took off his goggles, setting them on a nearby table before starting to undo the fasteners on Steel's lab coat. "I have a present for you, like I promised, and it's on the hovercraft. I just...I can't wait for us to get there. I need to see you naked now."

The lab coat came off and Horrible took in a slow breath through his teeth at the sight of Steel so exposed without being naked. The next two weeks were going to be glorious, Horrible could tell. He stated to remove his clothes.

"Get on the bed, lay on your stomach, hands above your head. I believe I also promised to help you properly finish our experiment from a month ago, and then we can get to the hovercraft and be on our way."

Steel blinked at the order, then complied. He had been expecting a hard, dominating fuck on his bed, defiling the one place he had to sleep that Horrible hadn't physically been on. If he was getting a half-way reprieve, he would take it. He knew that the next two weeks were going to be filled with all sorts of sexual debauchery, and if Horrible was starting them off slow, that was fine by Steel.

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Thirty minutes of teasing touches, licks and kisses later, both scientists were dressed enough to fool the public and getting into the hovercraft. Horrible was smug and Steel was as hard as his name, having gotten no release yet. Once the course was set and the hovercraft put on autopilot, the two men went to Horrible's sleeping quarters and shed their clothes again after dumping Steel's travel bags into a corner of the room.

"I'm going to give you your present now, before we get too occupied," Horrible reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out two boxes. "This is technically one present because it can work as a set."

"Thank you, Master," Steel opened the first box, square and slim. It held a cockring, made of surgical steel. The second box was thicker, and held an anal plug made of the same material.

"They vibrate, and I have the remote for it, but you can use them as is and they'll still work," Horrible grinned, taking the cockring and fitting it onto Steel. "I don't want you popping off before I say so, Phineas."

"Thank you for such...considerate gifts, Master," Steel managed not to growl or curse at the younger man. He could tell it was going to be a long day.

No.43467
>>43432
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Dr. Horrible groaned as he rocked in and out of Dr. Steel. It had been an hour since he had put the cock ring on the older man, and Horrible smiled at the results. Steel was much more compliant and willing when his reward was his own orgasm; Horrible had to file that information away for later.

The foreplay had lasted for 45 minutes; Horrible couldn't help but enjoy how frustrated Steel had gotten from all the touching and the preparations for sex. He had even gotten four fingers fairly deep into Steel's anus before the man had started to beg.

And really, with such a fine specimen as his dear Dr. Phineas Steel begging to be fucked, how could Dr. Horrible say no? He just couldn't, and so he was ball-deep in the man, giving him what he had begged for so sweetly.

"Please please please," Steel was whimpering now like a chant or a prayer every time Horrible's balls smacked against his ass. All he wanted was to come; he'd wanted it for almost an hour, but he'd thrown pride out the window and started pleading for it. The cock in his ass was striking his prostate and sending electric sparks directly to his own cock, but the ring kept him from completion. If he could form a coherent sentence instead of just one word over and over, he'd ask for what he so desperately needed.

Horrible slowed down his pace a bit, panting. Maybe he should invest in his own cock ring, to make sure he really could go on for hours. He took his hands off of Steel's hips and smoothly bent forward to run his hands up and down the older man's back, before wrapping his arms around Steel's torso and laying a kiss on his spine.

"When I start to lean back, Phineas, you need to come with me," Horrible smiled. "I'm close, and if you do this, I'll take off the ring and let you have your release."

"Yes, Master, thank you, Master," Steel moaned, every inch of him feeling like it was on fire and his skin slick with sweat.

When he felt the tug of Horrible's arms, he went back with the younger man until they stopped. Horrible was kneeling on the bed, his knees together and his arms still around Steel's torso, and Steel was also kneeling, but with his legs spread and Horrible's cock still buried deep in his ass. He moaned as Horrible bit the back of his neck and then soothed the bite with a lick.

"Ride my cock, Phineas, and take your pleasure," Horrible whispered, and Steel obediently lifted himself up a bit, and then sank back down, not used to the motion. He tried it again, and again, until he could set a rhythm. The angle was just right for Horrible to hit his prostate, and the leverage gave Steel enough control to take the pleasure he wanted.

"Please, Master, I am so close; please take the ring off."

"Not yet, keep going," Horrible took his arms away from Steel's torso and leaned even further back, arms steadying him on the bed as he looked down to where Steel was connected to him. Watching that beautiful ass riding his cock made him groan, and he could both feel and see his balls tightening, signaling his impending orgasm.

"Please, Master," Steel kept the rhythm going, panting and pleading and then moaning when he felt Horrible lean forward again to wrap his arms around Steel's torso once more, the slip and slide of sweaty skin creating that much more sensation overload in his brain. "Please, please, please!!"

The cock ring unfastened and Horrible wrapped his hand around Steel's cock.

"Come for me, Phineas."

Steel came with a shout and then, just as Horrible filled his condom, to the surprise of both of them, passed out. Horrible, seeing no reason not to, kept thrusting as the last of his orgasm left him, then rested. After a moment, he pulled out of Steel and carefully laid the unconscious man down before going about the necessary clean up.

Once that was finished, he returned to the bed and lay down next to Steel. He'd never had a partner pass out from the intensity of their orgasm before; he was rather proud of himself. He looked over his companion and smiled, reaching over to pet his beard. It was softer than it looked, and it tickled a bit when they kissed, and holy hell it felt weird when Steel was blowing him, but he liked the facial hair. He liked Steel's overall look; lean and well muscled with a pair of legs and an ass that Horrible could stare at all day.

Steel regained consciousness while Horrible was petting him, and groaned softly before he opened his eyes.

"What happened?"

"You passed out from your orgasm," Horrible kept running his hand over his beard and down his neck to run a single finger along the band of his collar. Steel noted that Horrible looked incredibly smug as he stated this, and frowned a bit.

"That's...never happened before, Master."

"I'm so glad to know you're achieving all these sexual firsts with me, Phineas," Horrible slid closer to him and kissed him, never ceasing the petting. "Let's sleep for a bit, and then we'll shower and get some food. It's still a long way to Europe."

"Sleep sounds wonderful, Master," Steel's eyes were already closing, his body telling him he needed to shut down. Once his breathing had evened out, Horrible drew a sheet up over both of them and settled down next to Steel, an arm draped over his hip.

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Steel woke up first, his right arm pin-and-needles asleep and alerting him he needed to move it. Overall, he was sore but warm, and he nuzzled closer to it as he tried to readjust his arm before realizing said warmth was Horrible. At some point, they had become a tangle of limbs as their bodies had pressed together, Horrible's head pillowed by Steel's shoulder, causing his arm to fall asleep.

Steel cautiously rolled them both so that Horrible was off of him and his arm could get some proper circulation, but it put him propping himself up while he was on top of the younger man. The younger man who was still asleep despite being moved and losing most of his warm source; apparently Horrible was a deep sleeper.

Steel studied the man who had a place of power over him quietly for several minutes. High, large forehead, less wrinkled with worry lines now that he was asleep. Nice bone structure, obviously took care of himself and his appearance. He looked even younger now, and Steel couldn't help but feel a little bitter. The boy was maybe -maybe- 2/3 his own age, and had power and money to burn; so why was he using both to make an escaped mental patient turned robotics entrepreneur his indentured sex slave? What kind of personal issues did Horrible have for picking him?

Control issues? Horrible had that in spades; along with a list of "you're mine" rules, he was already trying to control Steel's orgasm.

Authority issues? Horrible was already a villain, but picking a man that is older and bigger than himself spoke of something a bit deeper.

Daddy issues? Possibly, though if that were the case, Steel wondered how much Horrible hated his dad to want to fuck him into oblivion. If Horrible had given any indication that he wouldn't mind Steel topping him, Steel might think differently.

"Now there's a nice thought," Steel thought, a smile slowly stretching his mouth into a dirty leer. "I wonder how Horrible would like to wake up tied to the bed? I could start off with something that looks a bit kinky but innocent, like a handjob while he's tied up, then just...keep going." He looked over to the nightstand and saw the cock ring. "And that will certainly be useful. I don't care if he punishes me for the next two weeks; this is one experiment that needs to be conducted."

TBC...

No.43471
I never knew I wanted until you delivered. Thank you, glorious writefag.

No.43510
>>43467 This bit is just some plot that wouldn't let me put any really good porn in it, although the dialogue between them has a good deal of swearing in it and they're both still naked, so NSFW.
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Dr. Horrible woke up slowly, feeling warm, sated, and in need of a shower and some food. The thought of showering with his Phineas made him smile slightly. He moved to stretch and snapped to full wakefulness when he realized he couldn't move his hands or arms because he was...no.

Horrible tugged with his arms again...he was...

...he was tied to the fucking bed and his Phineas was standing over him, leering, for fuck's sake.

Horrible smiled at this turn of events; apparently his Phineas was a bit feistier than he anticipated. However, he wasn't scared or even all that nervous, just curious to see what the older man had in store.

"Phineas, it appears you've been busy, and I can't tell if you're trying to be naughty, or if you're trying to give me a present," Horrible made a slight show of looking at his wrists, which were tied to the headboard with several of Steel's silk ties; impressive knots too.

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"I thought of an experiment a little after I woke up, Master," Steel sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Horrible's thigh through the sheet that covered his otherwise naked body, "and I just had to try it out. I hope you're not in any discomfort."

"No, no, just very, very curious," Horrible replied, shivering a little from the touch. "Can you tell me the nature of the experiment?"

"It involves me being able to touch you without you reciprocating, and I would like to blindfold you for this part, with your permission, Master," Steel held up another tie, this one made of satin and had a black and red pattern. "It will help intensify your experience."

"You may," Horrible relaxed a fraction as Steel slipped the cool fabric onto his head and adjusted it over his eyes. "Will this be like my experiment on you, to find out where all your sensitive areas were?"

"Something similar, yes," Steel slowly stood and then moved to the foot of the bed, where he grasped the sheet covering Horrible before pulling it slowly down and off of him, watching the reaction as the younger man squirmed a bit. "Mainly, I want you to feel as good as you've made me feel, Master."

Horrible was about to reply when something in Steel's voice made him falter. A tiny worm of doubt about this situation began to wiggle about in his gut, making him less curious and more nervous.

"Phineas, you aren't...planning anything that would make me punish you extensively, are you? Because I like it far better when you are good and I can spoil you; being naughty doesn't really suit you."

"I'm only going to make you feel really, really good," Steel wrapped a hand around Horrible's cock, stroking it firmly until the younger man groaned and relaxed a little, obviously enjoying the attention...

...until Steel put the cock ring on him, at any rate.

"Phineas, what the fuck is my present to you doing on my cock?"

"Well, Master, it made me feel so good that I figured with your sense of touch already heightened with the blindfold, this would make your orgasm even better," Steel replied smoothly, obviously faking the innocent sincerity that had been there moments ago.

Horrible struggled; this had gone from a curious situation to one where alarm bells were ringing in his head.

"Oh, don't struggle, you'll just hurt yourself," Steel sighed and did the one thing with his height and weight that he could do; he laid directly on top of Horrible, effectively stilling him. "Calm down and I promise you will feel good; I have no intent to harm you. I just thought you letting go of a little control would be a good thing once in awhile. Plus, I like those ties and I don't want you to rip them."

"Phineas, my companion, my dear, precious cock slut, untie me; that is an order," Horrible scowled.

"So you don't want a mind-blowing orgasm? I thought that's why I was traveling with you," Steel lifted the blindfold from Horrible's eyes so they could look at each other. "You want sex and my loyalty as your companion from me in exchange for my factory staying in the black with a fat ELE contract. My dear doctor, you have my loyalty...all I'm experimenting with is the sexual aspect of our arrangement, and I promise it will be good for you."

"...You're planning on fucking me."

"How presumptuous. I plan on fucking you only if you ask nicely."

"What is the real experiment?"

"Just figuring out what kind of issues you have to pick a larger, older male for your traveling companion; I've got it down to either control, authority, or daddy issues."

"My father is a short, flabby idiot who couldn't color coordinate if his life depended on it...and he's got a full head of blonde hair," Horrible replied defensively. "You're nothing like him."

"You hate him."

"He hates me."

"So you needed a replacement to accept and love you, at least sexually if not more, and being so far different from your dad, how could I not?" Steel licked a hot stripe up Horrible's neck before nibbling on his adam's apple.

"You don't know anything," Horrible sneered.

"I can push buttons until I find out, though," Steel slid down Horrible's body, kissing as he went. "For this experiment, I'm not going to call you Master or Sir. Instead, I think I'll call you Son...or would you like me to call you by your first name? You can call me Phineas, or Daddy or Papa if you prefer."

"...William," Horrible said after a moment, "and those who don't know me as Dr. Horrible call me Billy. You are not calling me Son, Phineas, and I sure as hell am not calling you...anything else."

"I don't know," Steel mused as he nuzzled Horrible's thigh. "I think 'dear, precious cock slut' was an interesting term of endearment for you to choose while frustrated at me. I think I'll just have to keep pressing your buttons until you tell me what I want to know."

"What do you want to know?" Horrible bit out, obviously frustrated. "Why I picked you? You were convenient."

"I don't believe you, Billy," Steel ran his hands lightly up and down Horrible's torso. "Do I have to spank a naughty boy so he'll tell me the truth?"

"You wouldn't."

"What was it you told me our first time? Ah yes, you said 'I have no qualms about spanking your ass red before I fuck you into the mattress', and believe me, Billy, I don't have any qualms about that either," Steel gave Horrible's erection a lazy stroke. "Of course, I'd like this experiment of mine to be as pain-free as possible, but if you'd like me to rearrange you so that you're stomach-down and over my knees, well, that can be arranged."

"Get on with your experiment, Phineas," Horrible snarled, head jerking towards the clock on the nightstand. "We'll be arriving at our destination in an hour and I'd like to be showered and fed before then."

"As you wish," Steel started his experimental work on figuring out what made Horrible tick when it came to sex, eager to see the results.

TBC (I'm tired and I swear I'll write more tomorrow)...

No.43612
>>43510 Ah crap, forgot to put the title on part ten in the subject line. whoops. here's part 11, NSFW.
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Fifteen minutes later, Steel had figured out the following: Horrible was ticklish right along the sides of his ribs, given a light enough touch. He was also prone to moaning obscenities if his perineum was stimulated by rubbing gently with one's thumb, and he had a remarkable number of sensitive spots in common with Steel. He also knew that Horrible liked it when Steel called him William more than Billy, even though he'd made no verbal mention of it or a request for Steel to call him the former over the latter.

Steel also found out through his needling questions that Horrible was so against even the thought of being spanked that he would agree to do anything else. And 'anything else' apparently went up to an including sucking cock, which was why Steel was kneeling with a knee on either side of Horrible's chest, using the headboard for support while he watched the younger man's mouth work on his cock.

"Billy, I like it when you use your lips more," Steel said gently, taking one hand off the headboard to run through Horrible's hair. "Yes, yes, just like that. You're such a good boy."

Horrible looked up sharply at Steel, low-simmering rage in his eyes. Ever since Steel had struck a nerve with the subject of daddy issues and Horrible, the older man had needled the younger with interspersed comments, the favorite of which was referring to Horrible as 'boy', mainly because he knew Horrible hated it.

"I think that's enough, Billy," Steel sighed after a few more minutes had passed by, and gently tugged on Horrible's hair so the bound scientist knew to back off. Steel kissed Horrible soundly, a battle of tongues and egos, messy and hot, before climbing completely off of the bed. "I really wish we had both woken up sooner, my dear boy; there isn't enough time for me to really get into my experiment."

"Is that a euphemism?"

"...Oh! I can see how it could be seen that way, but sadly no, I did not mean it like you heard it. Plus, I already told you I would only fuck you if you asked nicely."

"Yeah, right," Horrible yanked with his arms against the ties again. "Where the hell did you learn to tie knots, Phineas?"

"I made it all the way to Eagle Scouts before I was 16," Steel replied smoothly, opening the nightstand drawer and getting out an exam glove and lubricant. "And really, William, I like those ties; if you rip them, I will expect you to replace them after I spank you for being naughty."

Horrible eyed the supplies and went still. "No condom?"

"No need; I'm not fucking you with anything other than my fingers. I meant it when I said you'll have to ask nicely, my boy."

"Stop calling me boy!" Horrible snapped.

"Stop pretending you don't have daddy issues," Steel retorted, pointing at Horrible's cock. "You twitch every time I call you that, so I know somewhere in your head, it turns you on. You don't have to put up a front with me, Billy."

Horrible grumbled something unintelligible.

"You'll have to speak up and enunciate, dear boy, I didn't quite catch that."

"Never mind, it was nothing."

"Bullshit and you know it, boy."

"Fine! My arms are falling asleep and this position is starting to hurt; can you untie me, please?"

"Not yet; I want you pliant when I untie you, but I can help you get into a better position so the circulation comes back," Steel manhandled Horrible so he was sitting up against the headboard. "Is that better?"

"Somewhat, yes," Horrible rolled his shoulders, glad to get some of the strain off of them, "thank you, Phineas."

"Thank me after your orgasm, you're always sweeter on the other side of coming," Steel kissed him, dominating the exchange. "My dear boy."

"Son of a bitch, Phineas, I am not admitting to liking it when you call me that!"

"So touchy," Steel sat cross-legged on the bed facing Horrilbe, who had drawn his legs up to take up as little possible space on the bed, and reached to the nightstand and got the glove, putting it on, then grabbing the tube of lubricant and placing it next to him on the bed. "I'm going to crowd you a bit; I need to get you in my lap with your legs over my shoulders. I'm telling you this now so when I scoot forward you don't try to kick me in the face. If you do, well, whatever your appointment is in Europe that you're trying to get to, you won't be sitting comfortably no matter what chair they offer you. My handprint will be a permanent bruise on your ass, is that understood?"

"I get it, no kicking," Horrible frowned. "Is this position even going to work?"

"Your back will be supported by the headboard, your hips and ass will be canted forward and in my lap, you legs over my shoulders. This will give me enough room and the right tilt of your hips for me to get my hand where it needs to be, and my left hand can stroke your cock."

"And take off the cock ring."

"When I feel like it, yes."

"You are infuriating."

"As much as I'd like to stay the adult in this situation, I feel the intense need to remind you that you started all this."

"Do you really see me as a kid?"

"Only when you pout, whine and bitch at me like one. You're greedy like one too, and you don't accept change very well when it's not you who is initiating it," Steel grasped Horrible's ankles, lifting them onto his shoulders before moving forward just enough to grab the younger man's hips and haul him slightly forward. Once he had settled and took a look at the position, he looked Horrible in the eye and smiled. "There, that wasn't so bad. How do you feel?"

"It's...not uncomfortable," Horrible offered.

"It's about to feel a lot better," Steel started to apply lube to his gloved fingers. "Try to relax William; I can tell you're getting tense."

"...Could you," Horrible swallowed and looked up at the ceiling before continuing, "could you keep calling me William? I like the way you say it."

"I know, William," Steel smiled as he started working one finger into Horrible. "Every time I've called you by your proper name before, your breath hitches just the tiniest bit."

"Smug bastard," Horrible smirked at him, then groaned as Steel's finger just barely touched his prostate.

"I'm on my way to Europe, finger fucking a brilliant young man in the sleeping quarters of the world's first fully operational hovercraft; I have every right to be smug," Steel slowly started working a second finger in, while his left hand smoothed up and down Horrible's thigh.

A dual-tone beep sounded above them, taking them both out of the moment before a monotone computer-generated voice spoke: "Thirty minutes to preset coordinates. Thirty minutes to preset coordinates."

"You hovercraft talks?" Steel quirked an eyebrow at Horrible.

"I have a program that helps keep me up to date on what's happening when I'm in my quarters," Horrible looked down at Steel's hands. "If we're going to shower and get dressed before landing, you have at maximum ten minutes to get me off."

"More than enough time," Steel worked the two fingers he had inside of Horrible around, pressing hard on the prostate and making the younger man moan. "In fact, how about I speed this up a bit? I want to make sure that when I untie you, I have enough time to take a look at your wrists and make sure you're not damaged from all the struggling you did earlier." Steel wrapped his left hand around Horrible's cock and started a firm, fast stroke, counterpointed by the fingers inside Horrible jabbing at his prostate.

Horrible writhed. He couldn't help it; the flood of sensation hit his brain and his body couldn't cope. A string of profanity left his mouth, his voice hitching as he tried to breathe and swear at the same time.

"William, look at me," Steel's tone brooked no argument.

"Phineas, it's so...it's too much," Horrible panted. "Please, Phineas, take off the ring."

"Not yet, William," Steel stopped jabbing his prostate, and instead pressed down hard with both fingers as he stroked Horrible faster. "Be patient."

"Phineas, please!" Horrible's eyes were rolling up into his head; he swore he could see his own optic nerves. "Please!"

"Just a little longer."

"Oh god oh god oh god!" Horrible felt Steel's had leave his cock and started playing with the ring instead.

"You can just call me Phineas, you know, I've gotten used to you calling me that," Steel's smug smile made Horrible snarl.

"You goddamn cock teasing fucktard sonofabitch!"

"Seriously, Phineas is fine," the smug turned into a leer as the ring popped off and the stroking resumed. "Go ahead and come, William; I've got you."

Horrible's world went white, then black as he passed out directly after orgasm. Steel removed his fingers from Horrible's ass and discarded the glove before jerking himself off quickly; he would have loved to have another hour to play with Horrible, but it wasn't going to happen right now.

He untied the younger man and massaged his hands, wrists and arms to get the circulation in them back to normal, and took care to note were the red spots were from the strain of being tied up for so long. He then manhandled Horrible into a position where he was comfortably laying flat on his back before calling to him.

"William? William, you need to wake up," Steel made himself sound stern and foreboding. "Wake up now, William."

"Wha?" Horrible slowly opened his eyes, blinking up at the older man.

"Turnabout is fair play; you passed out from the orgasm I gave you," Horrible held out his hand. "Your shower is big enough for two, and if we're quick about it, we can be presentable by the time we land."

The computer chimed again: "Fifteen minutes to preset coordinates. Fifteen minutes to preset coordinates."

"Okay," Horrible reached out for Steel's hand, then realized he had control of his arms again. "Let's go," Horrible tried to stand and his knees gave out.

"Residual muscle weakness from your orgasm," Steel wrapped an arm around Horrible's waist and helped him to the shower. Once the water hit him, Horrible was much more alert and seemed more in control of his legs. The two showered quickly, and by the time the hovercraft landed, they were putting on the last of their outer villain accoutrements. The last thing to go on for both of them was their eyewear.

"You don't have to call me Master anymore when we're alone, Phineas," Horrible said as they waited inside the hovercraft's control room for a greeting party to come out and meet them. "You still have to call me Sir or Dr. Horrible in front of people, but I'd prefer it if you called me William when we're alone."

"As long as you only call me Phineas when we're alone."

"Deal...but you have to keep wearing the collar; it's an ELE thing."

"No more hot pants."

"But your ass looks great-"

"-No. More. Hot. Pants."

"Fine. No more tying me up without prior approval."

"...Does that mean if I ask you might actually let me tie you up?"

"It's a possibility."

"Deal. How are your wrists?"

"A little sore, but otherwise fine. And no more crap about daddy issues or spanking me."

"William-"

"-No, Phineas. I mean it."

"See, the avoidance just makes me more curious," Steel used his height to his advantage and wrapped his arms around Horrible from behind, resting his chin atop the younger man's head. "Oh look, our greeting party. They were expecting us, right?"

"Bad Horse sent them a letter, why?"

"Because in my experience, a welcoming party doesn't carry guns."

"...Let me go for a second so I can get the ship back in the air."

"You need me to do anything?"

"Get on the communicator and dial 23477; you should get Bad Horse's office and his secretary Annie will answer the phone. Tell her the situation."

"Got it," Steel reached for the communicator, a sinking feeling in his gut.

TBC...
(AN: yes, 23477 equals "BDHRS" on a telephone keypad, I could not help myself.)

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43660
Here's a fruity owl for you, Writefag. You earned it.

No.43718
>>43612 Still NSFW.
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It had been half an hour since Dr. Horrible had to take the hovercraft to a safe range from the factory he had been assigned to check up on. One of the ELE's favored scientists had been in charge of this particular factory for six months, and Bad Horse had wanted both Dr. Horrible and Dr. Steel to take a look at the operation.

The welcoming party was not supposed to be carrying guns; in fact, nobody in the facility was even supposed to have a gun. Dr. Steel had gotten in contact with Annie, who in turn told Bad Horse the situation. They were waiting for Bad Horse's office to get in touch with the facility to figure out what was going on, and then the Thoroughbred of Sin would contact the two doctors and give them their next set of orders.

Since it was a waiting game at this point, Drs. Horrible and Steel had decided to do the one thing they hadn't had time to do previously: eat. They had gone to the galley and fixed sandwiches, sitting at a small table to eat.

"If Bad Horse can't make headway or get us into the factory, what do you think he'll have us do?" Steel took a sip of his water and taking off his glasses. Horrible had removed his goggles once he had taken the hovercraft back into the air.

"If he's pissed off, he'll most likely order me to destroy the factory; this craft is fully equipped to take out large structures, and I've kind of wanted to blow something up with all the weaponry I've installed," Horrible finished the first half of his sandwich, then looked at Steel. "I hope you don't have qualms about blowing up a place with people still inside."

"I blew up the toy factory I originally worked at the night after they fired me," Steel shrugged. "All the main board members were inside; it's why I had to go to the sanitarium."

"They fired you?"

"I was a toy designer, and my first model of what became my signature buzzsaw babies unsettled them."

"...That wasn't in your file," Horrible mused as he started in on the second half of his sandwich. "It only had everything from your time in the sanitarium to present."

"It was a long time ago, and I'm rather glad they don't have pictures of me from that long ago," Steel blushed as he finished his sandwich. "I still had all my hair."

"I like you bald," Horrible sipped his drink, "it makes your eyes more striking."

"Are you...flirting with me?" Steel blushed a little harder.

"I'd like to think of it as giving flattering observations," Horrible scooted his chair a bit closer to Steel. "You really do have striking eyes; they're so dark brown that they're almost black, like coffee."

"Thank you," Steel shifted in his seat, pushing back from the table a bit. "I know this is a bit awkward of me to ask, but...what kind of relationship do you want with me? We've transitioned from a master/sex slave relationship to something where you see me as something more, and I'd like to know what that is, William."

"This is a mutually beneficial relationship," Horrible got out of his seat and straddled Steel's lap, facing him. "The sex is great and kinky enough that we're not going to get bored anytime soon, you actually know what you're doing when it comes to science and robotics, so we can carry on good conversations, and you have enough fire in you to call me on my shit when I take things too far. I was getting out of line treating you like I was, and while the measures you took to make me see that being powerless in a sexual situation is a decidedly undesirable position, I am happy you did. You really are an exemplary companion, Phineas."

"The orgasm was that good, hmm?" Steel mused, wrapping his arms around Horrible, pulling him closer and kissing him, hard and demanding as he licked his way into Horrible's mouth before retreating and resting his forehead against the smaller man's. "I think I can live with that."

"Good," Horrible whispered, his arms going around Steel's neck. "I have plans for the next two weeks with you, Phineas; good plans."

"Do they involve nudity?"

"Yes."

"Sex?"

"Definitely."

"Good," Steel ran his hands up and down Horrible's back, "I was really uncomfortable being naked with you in the beginning, but when I woke up with you this morning, I felt...like it was completely okay to wake up with our legs tangled together and you using my shoulder as a pillow."

"I was?" Horrible blushed a little.

"I woke up because my arm was falling asleep, but I didn't want to wake you so I rolled us over a bit, and that's when I got the idea to tie you up."

"Oh," Horrible looked like he was about to say something, but the computer interrupted him with an alert about an incoming call. They untangled themselves from each other and made a dash to the control room, Horrible getting to the phone first. "This is Dr. Horrible."

"Ah, Dr. Horrible! It's good to hear your voice," Annie's voice was cheery and tinny through the connection. "The Boss says to get rid of the factory; demolish it completely and make sure there are no survivors, unless you can find Dr. Alverez, in which you are to take him into custody and bring him back to HQ so the Boss can talk to him face-to-face. Doc Alverez must have pissed him off something awful to want that, but I wasn't allowed in the room to listen in on the call."

"Copy that, Annie," Horrible replied. "I have a picture of Alverez here, so I'll look for him post-demolition."

"And tell Dr. Steel that it was nice to talk to him," Annie giggled. "He's got a great voice, all low and kinda growly. I could talk to him all day."

"I'll pass along the message," Horrible looked at Steel and smiled. "I'll call again when I've finished up. Talk to you later, Annie."

"Later, Dr. Horrible!"

Horrible cleared his throat. "Annie thinks you have a great voice, and she said to tell you that it was very nice to talk to you earlier. I think she thinks you sound hot...and I can't really disagree with her."

"I sound hot?"

"She referenced your 'low, growly voice', and I have to say, I still have the footage from when you were describing where all your sensitive areas were, and you made me hot and bothered just listening to you."

"Oh, well, um," Steel stammered as he was obviously flustered. "Um, w-what are Bad Horse's orders? We're demolishing the place and looking for somebody?"

"Burn the building to the ground, and look for Dr. Alverez in the rubble; he's the one who was heading this operation. His specialty is biological warfare of the odd and surreal; he was too radical for the boys in Washington. He actually had a biochem experiment to advance mutations in people in weaponized form, and he was working on a couple different things here, including what he referred to as a ' dirty distraction bomb', which apparently heightened the sex drive of whoever was hit with the biochem agents. After we destroy the place, we're going in with gas masks, since all of the biochem bombs were to be airborne carried."

"Okay," Steel looked at the control panel. "Do you need help destroying the factory, or should I just watch?"

"I need you as a second pair of eyes," Horrible pointed to a screen. "This will show you heat signatures and homing beacons. Every single worker in the factory was microchipped, including Alverez; it was a condition of the ELE for him because his operation is so far away from a main ELE post. If they try to escape, you have a secondary set of controls to eliminate them with, so I hope your aim is good. When we're done with the factory and even if we do find Alverez alive, we still have to go to the workers' living quarters and eliminate the rest of the workers too. There are some people who will undoubtedly know too much, and we can't have them wandering around with a chip on their shoulder for the ELE."

"I understand," Steel went to the screen, and a compartment popped open with a controller, which he used to manipulate the camera and instructions were on the bottom of the screen so he knew what to do when he had to shoot.

"Then let's get to work," Horrible went to his set of controls and the two scientists started their mission.

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One hour later, the place where the factory had been was little more than debris and scorched earth with bits of people here and there. A lot of chemicals and biological agents in the factory where highly flammable and under pressure, so when the lasers hit the containers, they had blown up magnificently. Steel hadn't had to shoot anybody because the chain reaction had been fast and efficient; nobody had had time to think about running, much less had a chance to do so. A sweep of the place with their instruments showed no life signs from Alverez, who had been in the building, and his microchip was still broadcasting, so they knew where his body was in the rubble.

Just to make sure, they had donned the gas masks and had checked to make sure Alverez was dead. When they found his head first poking out of the rubble, and then scanned the area and found the rest of his body under a different pile of rubble several feet away, they shrugged it off. After that explosion, they weren't really surprised that everybody was dead.

Then the hard part started. The living quarters for the rest of the workers was a bit more of a challenge; it had been a bunker of sorts, so they couldn't blow it up as easily as the factory. They had to go room by room, and despite the portable freeze ray Horrible had on him and the death ray Steel had on him, there were still a few close calls with bullets. The last person in the place was a female researcher in a blue lab coat who was holding what looked like a tear gas canister.

"Stay back!" She was shaking and panicked, crying.

"What's in the canister?" Horrible asked, not lowering his freeze ray.

"Something awful," the woman trembled, "and I'll pull the pin on it if you try to shoot me."

"I see part of the label," Steel said quietly so only Horrible would hear him. "It says DDB15-something, does that mean anything to you?"

"I read the file on what has been going on here before I even came to pick you up," Horrible whispered. "The designation of DDB is the dirty distraction bomb, and the number after it is whatever permutation of the biochem agent inside. What she has is an earlier version of the DDB, since the last time the ELE heard from Alverez, he was in the 1600s in his permutations for that bomb," he cleared his throat and raised his voice. "I know that you're holding a failed experiment of the dirty distraction bomb, miss. So I have to wonder, what exactly that permutation you're holding does that you're not wearing a gas mask, but you expect it to effect us."

"It's for men only, women aren't affected," the woman seemed to calm down a bit, "and it's undiluted, so your gas masks aren't going to be able to filter all of the biochem agent out."

"She doesn't have her hand on the pin anymore," Steel whispered, "take the shot, I'll get the canister away from her and eliminate her, and then we can leave. This place is creepy."

"I agree," Horrible whispered back, and shot her with the freeze ray. Steel got the canister and shot her with the death ray; she would fall to the ground dead when the freeze ray wore off. Horrible looked around them as Steel approached him and shuddered. "I hate killing women, but an alarming number of the scientists here are women, so it can't really be helped. Let's go back to the hovercraft, and we'll blow this place up too."

"I wish we could have taken care of this place as easily as the factory, but there aren't any highly explosive things contained in this building," Steel looked at the architecture of the place and frowned as he walked with Horrible to the exit they had secured. "It's built sturdy, so it'll take some time to get rid of the right support beams." He looked down at the canister he was holding. "And what should I do with this?"

"Keep it; we'll put it in a secure storage container so I can show it to Professor Normal when I get back to the ELE," Horrible paused, going still and putting a hand on Steel's arm so he stopped walking as well. "Do you hear that?"

Steel cocked his head and closed his eyes. It was faint, but there were several steady beeping sounds from different places in the building.

"We need to run," Steel said softly, opening his eyes, "because I think that somebody set off a self-destruct sequence before we killed them, and I'd rather not be buried in rubble."

"I agree," Horrible nodded, and the two took off running.

They had expected the building to come down on top of them; they had not expected the place to be boobytrapped with explosive canisters of the dirty distraction bomb. They had had to run through several clouds of the stuff to get to the hovercraft, and by the time they had gotten in safely and had secured the canister where it couldn't go off, they were both hard and panting. It looked like the researcher had been right; the gas masks hadn't been able to keep them from being infected.

"I need to call Annie," Horrible shuddered as he removed his goggles and gloves. "She needs to know we're done, Alverez is dead, and we're infected."

"Do it, quickly," Steel took off his glasses and gloves and started undoing the fasteners of his lab coat. "When you're done, come to bed; I'll be there so I don't jump you here."

"I'll hurry," Horrible punched in the number and rubbed himself through his pants with the flat of his hand, whimpering.

"This is the office of Bad Horse, Leader of the Evil League of Evil," Annie answered.

"Annie! It's Dr. Horrible. The factory is destroyed, Alverez was beheaded in the explosion, and Dr. Steel and I got rid of all the others who were working."

"That's great, Dr. Horrible!"

"There's a problem."

"Are you hurt?"

"No, one of the researchers set off a series of boobytraps we ran into as we were escaping the worker's living quarters; we thought that it was going to bring the whole place down, but it was a series of canisters full of a permutation of Dr. Alverez's dirty distraction bomb. The gas masks couldn't keep it all out of our systems. We have a canister of DDB, and I think it might be the same permutation of what we were hit with, but I'm not sure. I'm setting the coordinates to ELE HQ, and I need to you alert Professor Normal."

"Oh dear, I'll get on that right away," Annie sounded very worried. "I read what that stuff can do to a person, Doc, and it's not pretty if you don't start, um, taking care of it as soon as you can."

"That's what I plan on doing."

"Well on the plus side, I'm envious you have Dr. Steel and you two can take care of it together," Annie giggled a bit. "Is there any chance you could video tape it for me?"

"Not a chance Annie, but nice try," Horrible closed his eyes and tried not to groan. "I really have to go, Annie; don't forget to tell Bad Horse about the destroyed factory and Professor Normal about our infection."

"I'm on it, Doc; go do what you need to," Annie cut the connection on her end, and Horrible groaned.

"Like my sex drive wasn't heightened enough," Horrible grumbled as he made his way to the bedroom, shedding clothes as he went. Opening the door, he took in the sight from the doorway and moaned. "Phineas, oh god."

Steel was naked, jacking himself and whimpering. "It's not enough, William, get in here."

Horrible walked through the door, letting it shut behind him and he fiddled with the controls on the wall next to him to dim the lights. He walked to the bed, opened the nightstand drawer, and got out the supplies. This was going to be a very long trip.

TBC...
(actual sex in the next bit, I'll try to post it tonight)

No.43808
>>43718 Woohoo! I get to write a cliche! Sexbomb sex! Obviously NSFW; enjoy, fags!
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Three hours into their trip back to ELE HQ, and Steel felt like he'd been fucked both too much and not enough. The biochem agent in his and Horrible's systems seemed to keep them hard even after getting off, and they couldn't keep their hands or mouths off of each other.

"William," Steel whimpered as Horrible pulled out of him and took off a spent condom, only to begin to reach for a new one, "please give my ass a rest; I'll...I'll blow you instead."

"Fine, lay on your side, I'll reciprocate," Horrible was shaking slightly. "Do you feel jittery, like you've had too much caffeine? I feel that way."

"I just feel hot, and every time I've come, it feels a little better," Steel grabbed an exam glove from the box on the nightstand and a half-used tube of lubricant. "Is it okay if I prep you?"

"Go ahead," Horrible settled himself on the bed so they could 69 comfortably. "Ever since this morning, I've been thinking that you topping me might be something good to try; now I can't stop thinking about it," Horrible slowly lapped at the head of Steel's cock.

"God, William, you look so good doing that," Steel moaned as he watched the younger man start working his cock. Slicking the gloved hand, he positioned his top half near Horrible's cock, reaching between his legs to start working him open.

They each focused on getting the other off, and Steel multitasked as he carefully made sure Horrible would be ready to take his cock up his ass. Sucking, moaning, swallowing, bobbing their heads and fondling each other, taking small breaks to babble encouragement or groan the other's name.

"Phineas! Ah, god, love your hands," Horrible panted. "How do you do that one thing with your tongue?!"

"It's the same thing I did when I kissed you a bit ago that made you go boneless," Phineas gave a short gasp. "Oh god, William, yes, just like that," he gave a short thrust as Horrible hummed around his cock before going back to sucking off Horrible.

When they came, Horrible first as Steel played dirty and pressed hard on his prostate, they swallowed and enjoyed a few seconds of post-orgasm bliss before the buzz of the biochem agents in their blood took them over again.

Steel grabbed a condom foil and ripped it open, rolling the latex over his cock with a groan.

"How do you want me, Phineas?" Horrible asked, eyes half-open as he lay on his side, still in his position from their 69, the tiniest bit of come in the corner of his mouth.

"Don't move, I want you just as you are," Steel kissed him, cleaning off his own come from Horrible's mouth and moaning. "All I ask is that you be as vocal as you want; I want to know how you feel as I take you, William," Steel moved to lay on his side behind Horrible, rearranging his legs so he had easy access to Horrible's well-prepped ass.

"Phineas," Horrible gasped as he felt the head of Steel's cock start to breach him. There was a stretch and a little burn, but it all felt so good.

Steel rocked into him, going as slow as he could, but not as slow as he really wanted in order to draw this out. Taking the younger man had been something he'd wanted to do since this morning, and he'd wanted to do it slow, like the first time Horrible had taken him.

"Phineas, please," Horrible whimpered once Steel was balls-deep in him, and started to babble. "G-give me a minute, you feel so big, oh god, I'm so full, it feels so good, you're pressing right on my prostate, Phineas, Phineas, god-"

"-William," Steel wrapped an arm around Horrible's waist, the other propping himself up, "tell me when I can start thrusting; I can't promise I won't be rough, but I won't start until you say it's okay."

Horrible nodded, and experimentally moved before moaning loudly, eyes closing. "I'm ready; take me."

Steel pulled out until just the head of his cock was still inside Horrible, then thrust back in slowly. He repeated the action several times before going to shorter, faster thrusts. He stopped propping himself arm and slid it under Horrible, wrapping it so Horrible was held nice and close to Steel, their skin sliding slickly against each other, Horrible's back to Steel's chest, Steel's cock never stopping it's rhythm of thrusts into Horrible.

"Phin, ah, Phineas!" Horrible groaned. "Harder, please!"

Steel lost it and started the hardest, fastest, most dominating fuck rhythm he had in him, surging forward so that he and Horrible were no longer on their sides, but rather on their stomachs and Horrible was completely under him, covered by him.

"Tell me how you feel, William," Steel whispered into Horrible's ear, feeling hot and deliciously dirty. "You wanted it harder, is this what you were wishing for?"

"Don't stop, Phineas, oh god, so good, so good," Horrible panted, squirming a bit beneath him. "Keep going, fuck me right into the mattress, please!"

Steel closed his eyes fucked Horrible until his world went white, and when he came back down from his orgasm high and realized he was still hard and Horrible hadn't come yet, he pulled out and removed his condom before replacing it with a fresh one, slicking it with a little lube, and then sliding right back into Horrible, reaching beneath the younger man to jack him off as he resumed thrusting, though not as harshly as he had been.

"Oh, ah, Phineas, please, I'm so close and please just lay over me like before, that was so good to feel you all over me and ah, ah, oh god!" Horrible came, ass clenching around Steel's cock, and the older man stilled and settled over Horrible, covering him as requested, but not letting go of his cock which stayed erect.

"Why do you like this position, William?" Steel asked in a whisper. He'd learned about an hour into this situation that the hazy space just after coming was better than giving truth serum to Horrible if he wanted a straight answer from the man.

"It...it makes me feel like you're protecting me, covering me like this," Horrible said drowsily. "I didn't realize how much of a turn on it was that you're bigger than me until you rolled us over and covered me."

"I've got you, William; I'll cover you whenever you need me to," Steel started shallowly thrusting into Horrible again and lazily stroking his cock, not able to hold back anymore. "So how do you feel when I'm covering you and fucking you?"

"Like I'm the only thing that matters to you," Horrible's mind cleared a little and blushed when he realized what he said, and squirmed a bit beneath Steel. "I liked the hard fuck you had going on before your orgasm; do you have enough energy to fuck me like that again?"

"If I do, I might pass out after coming," Steel warned, "I don't have a lot of energy left, William."

"Me neither; and passing out might be the only way we get any rest until the agents wear off," Horrible thrust back a bit, meeting Steel's thrust with a moan. "Oh god, Phineas, that angle is perfect! Fuck me hard, just like that!"

"Fine, but if I pass out, you're on your own for getting yourself off if you don't come before I do," Steel set a punishing pace. "And I might squash you in this position."

"I'll deal with it," Horrible panted, reaching under him to twine his hand with Steel's to help stroke his cock just right so he would come quicker. "God, Phineas, yes just like that!"

"Ah!" Steel pounded Horrible, his balls slapping the ass of the man below him. He let his head drop down, so his mouth was right next to Horrible's ear, and before he could stop himself, started whispering. "Do you like that, William? Getting fucked hard in the ass by a man bigger and older than you? Taking it and moaning like you can't get enough? Begging for it harder because you like the feel of my balls smacking your ass as my cock stretches your asshole nice and wide? What do you like most, William? My hand on your cock or my cock in your ass, or the fact that I'm laying completely over you, keeping you from moving and keeping you pinned while I have my way?"

"Oh god Phineas," Horrible moaned and pushed back to meet every thrust, nearly frantic with lust. "Keep talking, please! I'm so close!"

"I bet you're glad we were infected," Steel gently bit along the shell of Horrible's ear, licking to soothe the bites. "If you're infected, you can't really be held responsible for wanting my cock to plow your ass until we both pass out, now can you? You put up a good front of wanting to be the alpha male in this relationship, and I won't deny you have fucked me into mindlessness more than once, but deep down you want to let go of all that control and take my cock as far as it will go inside you. You called me the cock slut, but it's you who wants to ride my cock and moan like a needy bitch in heat. Well you got your wish, William; I will plow your tight little ass into the mattress until we pass out, and I will enjoy every thrust into you just as much I will enjoy every needy, hungry sound that escapes your throat."

Horrible was so turned on my Steel talking dirty to him that he couldn't form words anymore, so he moaned and met every thrust, clawing at the sheets with his free hand.

"Are you close, William? I think you are, since all you can do is moan and push back at me with your ass and hips," Steel couldn't stop himself anymore, he stroked Horrible's cock harder and faster and pushed himself to thrust faster as well. "I know you're close, so I'll make sure you get off, and you better scream my name when you come. I have half a mind to pull out when I'm ready to come, take off my condom, and come all over your back, then rub it in and mark you as mine like an animal claiming a mate. Would you like that, William? You've already told me I can't fuck or get fucked by anybody other than you, I should have the same loyalty; after all, who else will fuck your ass like I can? Do you realize how good you've got it, a loyal man to warm your bed and have sex with you whenever you damn well please? Your ass is mine, William; no other cock but mine slides into it. Nobody else gets to see how breathtaking you are when you come, nobody else gets to know how talented you are at sucking cock. Only me, William, only my eyes get to witness any of it."

"Phin -ah!- Ph-phineas, p-please," Horrible finally spoke, feeling his orgasm approach. "Only y-you, I -oh god- promise!"

"Good," Steel changed his thrusts to be shallow and hard, putting almost constant pressure on Horrible's prostate, "now come for me, William."

"PHINEAS!!" Horrible screamed Steel's name as his world went white, and then he slipped into blissful black oblivion, even as his ass clenched over Steel's cock, milking it.

Steel kept thrusting, his orgasm close and Horrible's ass feeling too good to pull out of, but at the last second, he pulled out and did just as he had threatened during his dirty talk, removing the condom and stroking himself to completion, white hot spurts landing messily all over Horrible's back all the way up to the tops of his shoulder blades. Before he too lost consciousness, he rubbed the mess into the younger man's skin, marking him.

Steel made sure not to squash Horrible as he fell over to the side of the younger man, his breath evening out as he passed out from the best fuck he'd had in his entire life.

TBC...

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>>43808

GLORIOUS

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No.44106
>>43808 Thanks for the compliments for the last section, fags, but the next two sections will be dialed back a bit for, you know, plot. Still NSFW, though.
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Horrible woke up first, not moving except to tilt his head and look at Steel. While they were asleep, they had gravitated towards each other and were a tangle of limbs again, and Horrible had his head pillowed on Steel's chest this time.

"Not a virgin in any sense of the word anymore, Billy buddy," Horrible thought as he studied Steel's face as the man slept. He tried to move and winced before going still and sighing as he settled back down. "And now my ass is sore and I'm still so tired I can barely move, great. At least I'm not hard anymore and wanting to fuck everything that moves, that's a slight improvement." He craned his head around and looked at the clock, frowning as he realized he'd only been asleep for a little over three hours. He turned his head back to look at Steel again and blinked when he realized the man's eyes were open.

"Did I wake you?" Horrible felt himself flushing, the heat in his face unmistakable.

"No," Steel whispered, then lowered his head and tilted Horrible's so they could kiss, slow and easy and making Horrible melt just a little into Steel. "But you are good to wake up to, William. How do you feel?"

"Sore and tired," Horrible looked Steel over, "how about you?"

"The same, but I'm not surprised," Steel ran his hands over Horrible's back, a calming, soothing gesture. "The DDB we were hit with made us wear ourselves out. I think I'm going to be walking oddly for a bit after this."

"So am I," Horrible winced as he tried to get into another position, and Steel noticed.

"I was too rough with you for your first time," Steel looked sheepish. "I'm sorry."

"You couldn't help yourself," Horrible hid his face in the curve of Steel's neck. "The DDB made us both act like we usually wouldn't, and I wasn't exactly gentle with you either."

"Do you still feel odd from the biochem agents?"

"Honestly, I can’t feel anything other than sore and tired right now. Do you feel weird?" Horrible wasn’t going to say he thought Steel was acting strangely, but the light kisses and soft touches were not something he was used to from the other man...mainly because he wanted it to continue.

"No, I think we got through the worst of it, and slept off the remainder," Steel smiled a bit. "I feel uncomfortably awake for what little sleep we did get though. Think we could help each other hobble to the bathroom and clean up a bit? We're both unholy messes at this point."

"I think we can make it," Horrible slowly sat up with a bit of help from Steel, hissing a bit as his ass protested the pressure on its abused flesh.

Steel shushed him gently, and they got out of bed together, leaning on each other as they made their way to the bathroom to clean up.

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Thirty minutes later, the two had finished their showers and had checked each other over for injury before gingerly getting dressed. They went to the kitchen and ate, and then went to the control room to check for messages left while they were occupied/passed out.

There were several messages; one from Annie telling them that about five minutes after Horrible had called her, the satellite the ELE had been using to track Alverez's operation showed that the workers' living quarters had self-destructed, so apparently the boobytrapped canisters were a final "fuck you" to whoever escaped. Another was from Professor Normal, who had instructions for them to preserve all the biological samples they could from their infected state so he could analyze it. This includes used condoms, dirty bed linen, and any clothes soiled with biological contaminant.

The last was from Bad Horse that congratulated them on a successful mission, which was sent as an mp3 and went as follows:

He saw the satellite feed of the factory blowin’ sky high,
And he is pleased Alverez is gone cuz traitors deserve to die,
So it seems a commendation for you is swiftly drawing nigh!

Come to HQ
For some discourse;
Bring your companion.

Signed,
Bad Horse


"He pays a chorus of men to sing all his outgoing email?" Steel asked, perplexed.

“I don’t know how he does it, but all missives from Bad Horse are like that, even the written ones,” Horrible replied, shrugging. “The guys singing are actually his Corrupt Cowboys, the three henchmen that have been his underlings for just about ever.”

“I didn’t hear any singing when I got his first letter,” Steel frowned, then shrugged it off as well before raising his next question. “Professor Normal was really specific on how to bag up all the clothes and everything; could we get reinfected from the clothes we wore in the bunker?”

"It's a possibility, even though this DDB stuff is supposed to be airborne only," Horrible shrugged. "We'll wear our extra pairs of heavy gloves, pack up everything into biohazard bags and containers, and let Normal figure it out."

They went to the bedroom and stripped the bed, putting everything in a large biohazard bag and sealing it. The small trashcan by the bed went into its own plastic bag, and just to be on the extra safe side, they used tongs to pick up their clothing from when they were in the workers' living quarters. When they were done, they went back into the control room.

Horrible dialed 73665 on the communicator for Professor Normal's office at ELE HQ.

"This is Professor Normal."

"Hello Professor, it's Dr. Horrible. Are you answering your own phone now?"

"My secretary is sick today, and I'm only filling out paperwork and waiting for you to get here," Professor Normal's monotone was a comfort to Horrible; the man never got ruffled about anything. "I take it from the lack of you panting and no sounds of sex in the background that both you and Dr. Steel are through the effects of the infection."

"How astute of you," Horrible was trying not to blush and stay professional. "I called to tell you I got your message, and everything has been bagged as you requested. We're still about two hours away from HQ, so you can finish up that paperwork before we get there."

"And the canister of the DDB?"

"I secured it in a biohazard box before Dr. Steel and I had to take care of the effects from being infected."

"I will have to interview the both of you separately about the effects of the biochem agents and how you perceived the world around you while you were under their influence," Normal cleared his throat. "The ELE was able to hack into a few of the servers that Dr. Alverez had encrypted, so we have a lot of his research, but unfortunately the information on DDB that we have is all from old experiments, and none of the information has interviews with test subjects. What the two of you have been through could add valuable scientific knowledge to exactly how the DDB effects an individual in both the short and long term. What is the number on the canister you have?"

"Let me check," Horrible went to the case, which had a see-through window so he could read the label before returning to the console. "It's labeled DDB1593. The researcher we took it from said it only effected men and that the stuff in the canister was undiluted. Do you have information on that particular permutation of DDB?"

"The ELE has information on the DDB experiments from DDB0001 to DDB1652, give me a moment to find...here it is," Professor Normal cleared his throat again and was quiet for several moments before he spoke. "Your researcher was not lying to you; the entire section of 1590s were targeted directly at men, since armies are mostly comprised of males. I just don't know why either of you are alive."

"...Excuse me?" Horrible blinked owlishly, not quite believing what he had heard.

"If you were hit with 1593, you should both be dead," Professor Normal explained. "They made a huge batch of it, convinced that they finally had the right formula, and then tested it on some inmates who were sentenced to death anyway and had opted to be tested on. A canister in each corner of a fairly large exercise yard, and one canister in the middle with the inmates all around. They didn't bother diluting it because they figured the exercise yard was big enough and there was a breeze, and all the inmates died 90 minutes into being exposed. I have a tape here from the experiment, which should shed some light as to why, since according to the autopsies, all the men seemed to drop dead from hypertension and their hearts couldn't take it."

"So why are you sure we were hit with it?"

"Because after this experiment, they diluted some of it, and found it was still too potent; the whole point of the DDB project is to distract, not kill, and people were still dying. The last experiment they tried was to have a 50% solution and have the inmates wear gas masks; 25% of the inmates died. It says right here in the report that instead of destroying it, they put it in storage in the workers' living quarters. Dr. Alverez had the canisters set up to explode if anybody living there thought the bunker was under attack, and the set up was done in such a way that no matter where the attack came from, they would have to exit through at least two clouds of the 1593."

"And we weren't told about this prior to going in there why?" Horrible was getting angry.

"Dr. Alverez had been sending us heaps of material every week for the past three years, and every time he sent us a new batch of information, it would take two weeks to read all of it; even with several of my researchers assigned to reading and watching all the experiments day in and day out, my office was backed up. If you hadn't been able to secure a canister of the agent with a label on it, we wouldn't have looked at the 1500s let alone the 1590s for another year or so, and Dr. Alverez never told us about adding boobytraps to any of his facilities in any of his maintenance reports."

"I see," Horrible growled. "Now I'm rather sad that Alverez was beheaded in the explosion; I kind of want to punch him in the head for being a paranoid ass."

"I'm signing off for now, Dr. Horrible," Professor Normal didn't acknowledge the younger man's ire. "I'll see you and Dr. Steel when you land. Oh, and I'll be doing physical exams on both of you as well; I need to see what kind of conditions your bodies are in now that the 1593 has run its course." Professor Normal cut the connection from his end before Horrible could protest.

"Physical exams?" Horrible shuddered. "Great, like I need that right now.”

“Still sore?” Steel frowned. “I think I saw some aspirin in the medicine cabinet, would you like me to get you some?”

“We don’t know how the last remnants of the DDB in our systems will react to any medication, even aspirin,” Horrible shook his head. “I don’t want to risk it.”

“Need a comfortable place to sit?” Steel tried to tease. “I can offer my lap.”

“I’d like to lay back down, actually,” Horrible looked at Steel and gave him a small smile. “We did change the sheets, so I think I’ll go rest until we get there.”

“Want me to come rest with you?”

“Of course,” Horrible turned and walked to the bedroom, Steel following closely behind him. Horrible crawled onto the bed, not bothering to remove his boots, and lay stomach down, head pillowed both with an actual pillow and his arms. “This may be the last time I get to be close to you for awhile, Phineas. If I’m getting a commendation from Bad Horse, plus all the hassle of the DDB, then once we get to the ELE HQ, we may not see each other for a few days, except at night when you’ll be sharing my quarters as my companion, and I may just fall onto the bed and go to sleep; it’s happened before.”

“But the commendation is a good thing, William; it means you’re moving up a little on the ladder for the ELE,” Steel lay down next to him on his side so he could rub his back with one hand. “And once Professor Normal is satisfied, and Bad Horse has seen you, you should be fine to go on and do whatever you have to do next, and I’ll be able to help you. Plus, even if we’re both dead tired at the end of the day, we can still wake up to each other, and that’s not so bad, is it?”

“...You really are an exemplary companion, Phineas,” Horrible relaxed into Steel’s touch. “Let’s get what little rest we can before we land; we’ll need it.”

TBC...
(AN: I am an awful person for just realizing that this is the first time I have written singing into this adventure of writefaggotry. Judas with a monocle, readfags, how did I neglect to put in music for a porn story with two musical mad scientists?!)

No.44107
>>44106 This bit is a bit shorter, but still NSFW.
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When they woke up, they were just about to land. Making sure they were fully back in costume before leaving, they exited the hovercraft, only to immediately be escorted by separate parties. Horrible went with the canister of DDB1593 to Professor Normal’s laboratory to put it safely away, and Steel went to be examined and interviewed.

The rest of the day was a blur for both of them, between meeting Bad Horse, getting examined and then interviewed, and then talking to a dozen or so different people about the DDB project so that the experiments could continue at ELE HQ, Horrible was wiped out by the time he arrived at his rooms.

Steel had been examined and interviewed, and had met with a few people who had apparently been fans of his show since he started broadcasting from his island. He even autographed some things before Annie pulled him away for tea. He met most of the secretaries for the main players in the ELE, and the conversation was enjoyable but tiring. He was shown to Dr. Horrible’s rooms and sank into one of the overstuffed chairs that sat near an impressively full set of bookshelves and dozed off.

When he heard the door open and close, he woke up fully and cleared his throat loudly so that whoever entered would know he was here.

“Phineas,” Horrible sounded as tired as he looked when he came into Steel’s view, “how long have you been here?”

“About two hours, I think,” Steel stood and advanced on Horrible, wrapping his arms around the other’s waist. “How did your meeting with Bad Horse go?”

“There was singing and a framed commendation, and he wants to have lunch with us tomorrow to discuss how your robotics operation is coming along for the ELE, and also to discuss further DDB experiments,” Horrible leaned into Steel, taking his goggles completely off as he did so, and took in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. “I’ll teach you the proper etiquette to eat at the same table as Bad Horse, don’t worry. And speaking of eating, I am really hungry, so I think I’ll order dinner. Is there anything you want?”

“You naked on a platter,” Steel teased before frowning. “Professor Normal thinks the...closeness we feel to each other is a lingering side-effect and that it should pass.”

“We would never be this intimate normally,” Horrible conceded, wrapping his own arms around Steel. “Sex is one thing, but we were never really close before this, so he’s probably right.”

“I don’t want it to go away,” Steel whispered. “I like feeling like this with you, William.” Steel pulled back just enough to kiss the younger man, slow and almost lazy until Horrible moaned just a little.

“Phineas,” Horrible breathed his name like a prayer. “I have a bathtub big enough for two people; after dinner, take a bath with me. I need to relax after everything that happened today, and I seem to only be able to relax around you right now.”

“After dinner,” Steel kissed him again, a silent promise there. “For now, though, what kind of food can you get with ELE room service?”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

After dinner, Horrible started running the water into the giant sunken bathtub in his equally giant bathroom; it was like having a small jacuzzi for a bathtub, it even had steps on one end to help a person get in. They then undressed each other slowly, rubbing and caressing each other when new skin was exposed. Finally naked, Steel turned off the water and stepped into the tub, hissing at the hot temperature before turning and holding out his hand to Horrible, who took it as he too entered the tub.

They situated themselves so Steel was sitting/reclining against the tub and Horrible was in his lap, the younger man’s back to his chest, half-floating.

“How do you feel?” Steel whispered as they settled.

“Still sore, but Normal assured me that I could take aspirin without setting off a reaction with the DDB, so I took some before dinner and I feel better,” Horrible relaxed back into Steel, his head on the man’s shoulder. “I don’t want this...closeness we feel to go away either, Phineas. I like being this comfortable with you.”

“We were starting in this direction after I tied you up; remember being in my lap in the kitchen?” Steel let one of his hands dip beneath the water and stroke Horrible’s cock slowly, making the younger man arch and gasp. “Maybe the DDB didn’t give us this feeling of closeness, but rather heightened it like it did our libidos.”

Horrible batted Steel’s hand away before turning in the water to straddle the older man’s legs.

“I would like that if it were true,” Horrible slid his arms around Steel’s neck, kissing him soft and slow and so, so good as the older man’s mouth opened and their tongues slid hot and hungry against each other.

Steel’s arms went around Horrible, his hands firmly planting themselves on the younger man’s ass and pushing down so their cocks pressed against each other. The touch was electric and they groaned, both trying to press closer together.

“So good, don’t stop,” Horrible kissed him again, demanding and hot.

“If I hadn’t treated you so roughly before,” Steel panted, thrusting against Horrible, “we could be having a lot more fun right now.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Horrible seemed unconcerned with the water sloshing over the sides of the tub as he thrust back. “You already apologized, and I’m good with just this for now.”

“Mmm, William,” Steel kept one hand firmly on the younger man’s ass, while the other slid up his back to rest on the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair. “Keep going, just like that.”

They thrust and slid against each other, clutching with their hands to try and keep a firm grip on the other person, kisses sloppy wherever their lips landed on flesh. Finally, they took each other in hand and stroked their way to completion, going limp against each other afterward, panting.

“Well, now I’m really relaxed, but the water’s going cold,” Horrible snickered as he nuzzled Steel’s neck with his nose.

“And we’re going to have to rinse off in the shower, since we managed to make the water quite a bit filthier than originally intended,” Steel leaned his head back against the rim of the tub.

“You started it by fondling me,” Horrible dipped his hand underwater again and stroked Steel, making the older man gasp and squirm at the attention paid to his over-sensitive cock. “Let’s go rinse off before we fall asleep here.”

They got out of the tub, careful not to slip on the floor, and got into the shower to rinse off. Steel dried Horrible off with a towel first, then himself before following the man to bed, both of them still naked. Steel wrapped his arms around Horrible once they laid down, and pulled him closer, kissing the top of his head and stroking his hands down the younger man’s sides. Horrible grabbed the sheet and comforter they had displaced and pulled it over them. They fell asleep soon after, the exhaustion of their day catching up with them.

When they woke up the next morning to the sound of the main doors opening and shutting briskly, however, the last thing either of them expected was to see was Professor Normal come into the bedroom and stop at the foot of the bed, looking at them evenly.

"The results of your tests came back, and there's a problem."

"How big a problem?" Horrible asked, rolling away from Steel and sitting up against the headboard.

"Big enough that I'm coming to wake you up at five in the morning," Normal retorted stiffly. "I expect you both to be dressed and in my lab in 20 minutes. I'll explain everything there."

TBC...

No.44134
Gee, STEEL. You don't think maybe it has something to do with you rubbing your infection all over Horrible's backside like a sicko? HuDURRR.

Awesome writing by the way.

No.44225
>how did I neglect to put in music for a porn story with two musical mad scientists?!

I thought about that, but then you know with the porn and everything I kinda just forgot.
So what are you planing a big love song number between Horrible and Steel?

No.44226
>>44225
I was thinking it would be better to keep the music in the background as metafiction. They can acknowledge or play the songs they made or record something later, but just breaking into a musical number in this continuity feels out of place.

No.44233
>>44226
Writefag here. I'm actually really bad at writing song lyrics, so for the vast majority of this fic, all singing will be in the background or just referenced. In fact, the only reason I wrote a Bad Horse letter at all was because it popped into my head.

And the story is going on a two-week-minimum hiatus, because my mom is going to be visiting me starting tomorrow night, so no porn writing for me for awhile.
So all of you Dr. Steel & Dr. Horrible fags will have to try and keep this thread from 404ing.

I wouldn't mind somebody else taking a plunge and writefagging a little something, and I'm sure as hell not going to say boo to drawfags. In fact, I'd like to /r/ a drawing of Horrible and Steel in the hovercraft, and make it as kinky as you damn well please.

No.44261
>>44233
Take your time, thanks for giving the thread some actual content.

No.48142
>>44107 I'm back and in better shape than before! I had to have surgery, which was why my mom was visiting, but now I'm healed up enough so she went back home today. On to the story! This is mostly plot set up, and then the next section that I'll post tomorrow will have porny goodness. Also, if anybody has a kink they'd like to see with these two, by all means, say something and I'll see what I can do!
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"Your brain chemistry has changed," Professor Normal told Dr. Horrible. "I can't say for certain that the same is for Dr. Steel, since I don't have records of his brain chemistry before being exposed to DDB1593, but it seems likely."

"Normal, with all due respect, it's not even 5:30 in the morning yet, and you're going to have to be more specific about how my brain chemistry has changed so that I don't feel the need to strangle you for getting Phineas and I out of bed this early," Horrible sighed. "The past 18 or so hours have been anything but kind to us."

"I understand, Horrible," Normal's even tone sounded unconvincing, "but it is a problem because the brain chemistry change is permanent. I know that the two of you feel a...closeness that wasn't there before, which isn't all that uncommon considering how members of the ELE acquire their companions. What I do know is that all the tests indicate that the DDB1593 has left both of your systems, which means you shouldn't be feeling that closeness at all anymore. There is something in the DDB that changed your brain chemistry, and I'd like to run a few simple tests to see how both of you react to certain stimuli."

"What kind of stimuli?" Horrible's eyes narrowed and his voice sounded tight as he spoke.

"To make a long story short, I want to parade some naked people in front of you, have them sit on your laps, and watch how the two of you react."

"I'm sorry, Professor Normal," Dr. Steel finally spoke up, "but how is that going to give you any data of value?"

"I've had my research assistants combing over all the data on 1593, and I have a hypothesis that the brain chemistry change has hard-wired your brains so that you can only be sexually attracted to each other. It seems that in the tapes of the experiments, the inmates that survived were the ones that paired off and relieved their tensions. Inmates who tried to relieve themselves died, as did inmates who tried to fight the effects and not succumb. In follow up taped interviews, the surviving inmates claimed to only feel calm and relaxed around each other, and there were several incidents where if one of the pair was attacked, the other would become viciously protective and possessive."

"So you're saying that DDB1593 is something that mates people together for life, and kills those that don't have a partner?" Dr. Steel looked at Dr. Horrible, "I think I need a drink."

"Phineas, it's not even time for breakfast yet," Horrible shushed Steel before turning back to Normal. "When do you want to run these tests?"

"Now. The co-eds are down the red corridor, two doors down on the left. I'll be recording everything," Normal pointed to a red swing-hinged door. "And if, hypothetically, somebody gives Steel a lap dance and you get violently angry and protective, by all means express your rage. And Steel, the same goes for you; if you feel any violent tendencies or feel the need to protect Horrible at all, express it either verbally or physically."

- - - - - - - - -

One hour later saw Professor Normal looking over the very short experiment tape again. It was only five minutes long, and it depicted Drs. Horrible and Steel entering a room with naked women and men, all between the ages of 25 and 35. The Doctors were still clothed, and they immediately seemed defensive in their body language. When Dr. Horrible was approached an propositioned, the microphones in the room actually caught the sound of Dr. Steel growling. When it was Dr. Steel's turn, Dr. Horrible was glowering, but the surprise on the tape came when the one proposition Steel placed a hand on his arm and Dr. Horrible punched the young man squarely in the nose. Immediately afterwards, Horrible looked shocked, as if he couldn't believe he had done such a thing. The Doctors left the room quickly after that.

Professor Normal sighed. His hypothesis seemed to be working, but he needed more subjects. Horrible and Steel just weren't going to be enough.

- - - - - - - -

"I can't believe I punched him," Horrible looked sheepish as he and Steel ate breakfast in his room. "It was like my brain took a back seat while my body did the driving."

"I know," Steel took a bite of bacon. "That growling thing I did when that woman came up to you was not my brain's idea."

The two heard the main doors open and Professor Normal strolled into the room.

"You're free to leave ELE HQ whenever you like," Normal shrugged his shoulders. "I can't reverse what has happened without knowing how the DDB1593 changes the brain chemistry, and Steel is your companion anyway so feeling closer to him isn't harming you in any way. I'll tell your staff to restock and refuel your hovercraft, and you can leave after your lunch with Bad Horse."

"Thanks, Normal," Horrible nodded to the man, who simply nodded in return and left. Horrible looked at Steel. "I promise lunch will not be as weird as it sounds; just don't stare at Bad Horse's feedbag and you'll be fine."

- - - - - - - -

The lunch went fine, Steel made sure not to stare at the feedbag or Bad Horse in general, and he and Horrible were off in the hovercraft once again.

"Where are we going this time?"

"Where I wanted to take you directly after the factory tour; Italy."

"Really?"

"Yes, and more specifically, my own island lair that is right off the coast of Italy in the Mediterranean," Horrible leered at Steel. "I figured we could both use a little sun."

TBC...

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>>48142
Writefag has epic writer's block. Story is done, unless some other anon wants to take a crack at it. Sorry!

No.50465
>>50325
Well you kind of wrote yourself in a corner with that last chapter. But who am I to talk im not a writer.
However if I was I would write about Dr. being molested by the guard or guards : ) at the asylum.

No.55671
Bump to preserve an awesome thread.

No.55777
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Hugo Strange?



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