A Show for My Nemesis (Gay...
For weeks, superhero Chris has been thinking of his torrid last encounter with his arch-nemesis and childhood crush, Kevin. Given how it ended, Chris would like to forget what happened, but the hundreds of cameras Kevin has recently installed in his apartment make that a little difficult. It’s near impossible for Chris. There’s only one thing to do when you’re constantly being watched by your arch-nemesis- Put on a little show.
Warning! This 12,500+ word story contains m/m relationships, voyeurism, exhibitionism, human furniture play, footplay, and spanking!
Not once did I notice Kevin’s affection for me when I was younger. I thought any attraction between us was all on my side. When he disappeared about the same time I went to be a hero, when we had both turned 18, I thought he was finally escaping the town that belittled him. He was going to choose his own path in life.
Kevin did go down his own path. It just was not the path I expected.
He became my supervillain.
Kevin has a power, too: invisibility. When we were kids I would spend hours looking for him and calling for him with time stopped. My hands would search for what my eyes could not see and what my ears could not hear. Often I’d have to restart time and give up, Kevin was that good at hiding. Once he hid in my room for two weeks before he finally revealed himself to me.
Now there is no need to search for him. He watches me instead. It is something villains in our city do. They watch their heroes, look for weaknesses that will lead to the hero’s downfall, and make sure they will always be ready for a surprise no matter what the hero does. It’s a little obsessive, little in the same way that the ocean is small.
Part of me wants to save Kevin from what he is doing to himself: aligning himself with some of the unstablest minds on the planet. He does all of this, he told me, so we will always have each other.
My superhero friends all congratulated me when I told them about Kevin. Having a villain means I can get into the big leagues. From their point of view, I am on the fast track for stardom and success, even if that was not why I wanted to be a hero in the first place.
I hold too many secrets to keep from my friends, so I just nod and listen to what they say. If my friends or supervisors knew how I really felt knowing KevIn Visible was watching Time Stopper (my advisor still wants me to change the name), I would be expelled from the program. Completely, totally, no redoes or coming back from the dead do-overs, expelled.
Because knowing Kevin is watching me, monitoring me, concerning every detail of his life about me turns me on.
I feel his eyes on me every morning when I wake up, I feel them when I leave for work and when I come home. It’s like a buzz on my skin that leaves me flushed and desperate to touch myself.
All the time.