The Irresistible Goldenboy Ch. 01

[An important aspect of goldenboy's success is what can only be described as a superhuman charisma. While Dr. Strange does not detect any sort of mind control or telepathy from him, Goldenboy nonetheless shows peak human or even superhuman charisma. His construct body is regarded as extremely attractive by 97% of females and 70% of males. When petitioners were asked to describe his appearance, either in person or from an image, a wide range of traits were identified from the same images, often correlating strongly with traits the individual has a preference for. It is believed that viewers perceive different aspects as more or less prominent, in fitting with their own preferences, essentially seeing the traits they want to see. In addition, Goldenboy shows an intuitive capacity for reading an individual or group's preferences as he interacts with them, and seems to subconsciously change his behavior subtly to fit them. He also has no detectable response when lying. Together, these abilities give make him a magnetic personality that is difficult to dislike, even when his behavior is less than pleasant.]

[Goldenboy does not usually use armor and weapons, finding conventional weaponry impractical and preferring to face threats hand-to-hand. The only exceptional equipment he regularly makes use of is his costume, a pair of black bike shorts enchanted by Dr. Strange to share Goldenboy's invulnerability, as well as to minimize the outward appearance of his genitals, and by extension, indecent exposure suits.]

Batgirl blinked, trying to wrap her head around the write-up she'd just read. She'd known he was powerful, but only through second-hand accounts, the idea that he could be unstoppable was making her a little light-headed. Not to mention the idea of superhuman charisma was a little unnerving, even on it's own. Couple that with the rest of his powers, and her understanding of how he'd made such a big impression so quickly was starting to get a little clearing. She paused, then read the last paragraph again, before looking over to the rotating hologram beside the screen. Her eyes lingered on the bulge in the front of his shorts. It had to be the size of an orange, at least, and if that was what it looked like minimized... She shook her head. This was getting out of hand. She needed to find the file. She typed again.

-Display evaluation-personality

[Evaluation-Personality]

[Goldenboy shows the classic signs of narcissistic personality disorder and sex addiction, which are not unheard of among superheroes. However, it Goldenboy is also shown to have only minimal concern for laws, discipline, self-control, or ethics beyond his own. While his behavior is not generally destructive or violent, or even technically illegal in New York, NY, where he now makes his residence, his behavior is nonetheless disruptive to operational security and team morale. He sees no reason to stop or avoid indulgence, his non-biological form protecting him from the physical aftereffects of his lifestyle, and the social effects simply not bothering him. See Record-Disciplinary for details of incidents.]

[Goldenboy lacks the proactive, self-sacrificing drive to do good that creates most superheroes. He generally only acts as a hero when crime or threats directly impact him or his lifestyle, if there is a significant benefit to acting, or if he can avoid a negative by acting. This benefit can be as general as improving his reputation or earning more attention, or as specific as the promise of a reward. Goldenboy will happily act on large-scale and obvious threats, particularly impressive superhuman crimes, or street level crimes that happen in his immediate vicinity. However, he may be reluctant or unwilling to take part in secretive operations, and if a crime is too far away or not impressive enough, he may simply let other heroes take care of it. He does not proactively look for crime unless bribed or cajoled into it. In addition, Goldenboy's successful marketing of his own appearance, merchandise, and physical presence, had generated significant capital, allowing him to avoid financial concerns.]

-Display Record

[Record-Public/Record-Disciplinary]

-Display record-disciplinary

[Record-Disciplinary (Overview)]

[For incident details: Display Incident #_)

[Incident #1] [Date: 6/7/12] [Action Taken: Verbal warning from supervisor]

[Summary: Goldenboy and Dr. Jessica Jones were found by Dr. Vincent Strange to be having sexual relations during duty hours in compartment 22-96-3-A]

[Incident #2] [Date: 6/7/12] [Action Taken: Written warning from supervisor]

[Summary: Goldenboy and Agent Connie O'Leary were found by Agent Natasha Romanoff to be having sexual relations during duty hours in compartment 22-85-5-A]

[Incident #3] [Date: 7/7/12] [Action Taken: Verbal warning from Commander Nicholas Fury]

[Summary: Goldenboy and Agent Natasha Romanoff were found by Dr. Vincent Strange to be having sexual relations during duty hours in compartment 22-99-1-E]

[Incident #4] [Date: 8/7/12] [Action Taken: Recruitment reassessment, Dismissal from helicarrier. Verbal warning from Commander Nicholas Fury for both agents.]

[Summary: Goldenboy, Agent Natasha Romanoff, and Agent Susan Lee were found by...]

The list seemed to go on in similar fashion for ages. Batgirl's eyes flicked over each line as she scrolled down and down, her mind automatically storing every scrap of information, just in case it was useful at some point in the future. Sometimes, a perfect memory wasn't such a great ability. The dates alone painted a pretty clear picture, though. Considering the number of incidents, and that the incidents required him to be sleeping with SHIELD personnel, as well as to be caught and reported, assuming a 10% margin of error on either end on top of that... He was, on average, having between 3.2 and 3.8 distinct sexual encounters per day, with between 2.5 and 3 partners. It was... quite an impressive record. She glanced to the hologram still slowly rotating beside the screen, biting her lower lip as she furrowed her brow. How could one man do all this, even one as... impressive... She shook her head, turning her eyes back to the screen, pausing as they came to a particularly notable entry.

[Incident #69] [Date: 17/2/15] [Action Taken: Goldenboy and Mrs. Susan Storm fined $220,000 each. Verbal warning from supervisor for Agent Steven Johnson.]

[Summary: Agent Steven Johnson discovered unauthorized video depicting Mrs. Susan Storm and goldenboy engaged in sexual relations. Containment protocols failed, public relations discredited claims of Mrs. Storm's involvement.]

Batgirl paused. That sounded like the one...

-Display Incident #69

[Cyber security Agent Steven Johnson discovered unauthorized video, allegedly depicting Mrs. Susan Storm and Goldenboy, posted anonymously to Redtube. SHIELD facial recognition program confirmed identities, and Agent Steven Johnson alerted Supervising Agent Samantha Richardson. Corruption attempts failed, contain-and-scrub protocols were initiated, but video spread virally, and protocol was abandoned when video reached 4chan. Supervising Agent Samantha Richardson alerted public relations department. Non-official discrediting began, claiming Mrs. Susan Storm was impersonated by a falsified little-known starlet. Public records altered to generate false records of starlet and false alibi for Mrs. Susan Storm. Attempts to discredit Goldenboy's role failed. Agent Johnson given verbal warning by Supervising Agent Samantha Richardson for misuse of SHIELD equipment.]

[Attachment: V-GB/SS-HD]

Batgirl's lips split into a grin. Found it. Now she just had to copy the files and make her exit before anyone could find out she was snooping around. It seemed like the most reasonable course of action. But then... if she made the copy and it turned out to be nothing she'd have wasted her window. They'd definitely plug the gaps, and they might be able to find out who peeked. She'd only been on for a few minutes, she had time to check to make sure this was legit. She glanced to the hologram again. Just the first minute or two...

-Display attachment V-GB/SS1-HD

[Generating Audial-Visual image interface.]

The hologram of goldenboy blinked out, immediately replaced by a second screen, about the same size as the test screen, but opaque. Batgirl reached out, fingers sinking into the projections of both screens and dragging them over to put the video directly in front of her as it began to play.

[A clearly expensive but rather plain bedroom appeared, sitting empty and silent for a moment. The camera was stationary and elevated, pointed at an angle that let is see the entire room, like a security camera. The room was modern in design, sleek black furniture against a background of stately dark gray. One of the walls was solid glass, looking out over the dark New York City skyline. Beyond that there was little in the way of unique furnishings, just a row of low dressers on one wall, a pair of night stands, a walk-in closet door in the corner, and a large flatscreen on one wall. The king-sized bed dominated the space, a simple black frame with gray and white silk sheets, messy and rumpled. A black silk robe was draped over the footboard. There was a noticeable lack of personalization, no pictures, no art, no accessories, making it clear it was just a room to sleep in and keep clothes. It might not have been massive, but it was definitely impressive.]

[The room's stillness and silence was quickly broken by a tangle of limbs suddenly bursting through the door, gold, blue, and black coiled around one-another as the bundle of what had to be at least two people staggered into the space. The audio seemed to pick up impressive detail, everything from the thumps of their footsteps, the soft, wet smacks of their lips, the occasional breathy gasp or gentle moan.]

[As the figures began to slow down, the details became clearer. One could make out strong, masculine golden arms encircling a slender feminine form clad in a skin tight royal blue jumpsuit, black knee-high boots and elbow-high black gloves accenting the look. Long, wavy golden hair cascaded down from her head, obscuring both of their faces as their lips locked and tongues danced in a passionate kiss, seeming lost to the world. The clinging blue suit didn't hide much, not the pronounced hourglass figure that tapered from wide hips to a slender, toned waist, nor the tight bubble-butt her hips supported. One strong golden hand slid down her back, fingers sinking into the pliable flesh of her bountiful rear, and she gasped, breaking the kiss to pull back in surprise at his ferocity. With the two of them pulled apart, momentarily, one could take in the full beauty of the blonde's face, tender and feminine, with pale skin, soft features, and icy-blue eyes, all framed by her long golden hair. Looking down, one could see the white circle on her chest, contained by a black border with a black number 4 in the center, positioned halfway into the valley of her full, shapely C-cups, pressed firmly against Goldenboy's chest.]

Batgirl swallowed as the file played out before her eyes. This was what she'd been looking for. Ever since Goldenboy had first crossed over, she'd heard about him spending a little too much time with heroines. Something about the talk online, about the way her fellow heroines gave such glowing praise, it made her suspicious. She'd looked into him and found an undercurrent hinting at rather unheroic behaviors, and rumors of a tape. She'd tried to warn some of the others about it, but her words just bounced off, shut out by the glowing praise of the others. She needed proof, from an incontrovertible source, to convince them, and the more she read, the more she was convinced her friends needed to be warned. Maybe this would be enough...

Though, perhaps she should just show them a snapshot or something. The two of them hadn't done anything but kiss and already Batgirl felt herself flushing slightly. She'd met Mrs. Storm and her husband once before, while her team was on a crossover. She'd seemed nice, certainly not the type to be unfaithful. But there she was, confirmed on tape as she eagerly made out with another man. And it didn't seem like the first time, either...

[Sue's shocked gasp morphed into a pleased grin. "Mmm, eager, are we? did you miss me that much?" She asked, voice warm and purring, gloved hands coming up to caress his broad, shimmering chest.]

[Goldenboy grinned back. "It's been too long since I last had you all to myself. What is it now, a month? Besides... I can never get too much of my favorite naughty wife." He added, a mischievous twist to turning his grin to a teasing smirk.]

[Sue pouted. "It's not my fault..." She whined softly. "Reed got us lost in the N-zone for a whole month. Stuck in a tiny ship with the boys for a whole month, no privacy. I'm tired of boys. I need a real man." She purred, playfully, a fingertip trailing lazily over one golden pec.]

["So you came to me first, huh? Shouldn't you be enjoying your privacy with your husband? Won't he be looking for you?" He inquired, teasingly as his hand squeezed her rear once again.]

[Sue bit her lip, smirking as she softly hummed with his rough handling. "Mmm... You just want to hear me say it, don't you?" She accused, then looked into his eyes. "My husband's got his face buried in the data we brought back, when he should have it buried in my thighs. He wouldn't notice if the building was on fire, let alone that his wife is out of the tower... again." She explained. "Besides, 'Mr. Fantastic' isn't quite so fantastic. He gives great head, sure, but he can stretch and flex and wiggle all he wants, he'll never be hard enough to really scratch my itch. I need something real, something big... long... thick... hot... and hard. I need a COCK." She emphasized each syllable as she got toward the end, her hand resting on his rippling abs, inching down with each word until her fingers slid to cup the meaty bulge in the front of his briefs.]

Batgirl could hardly believe what she was hearing, what she was watching. Dr. Richards was respected scientist, a hero, with hundreds of millions of dollars of resources at his disposal. He was everything a woman should logically want in a husband, but his wife was happy to cast him aside, just for the sake of some... dick! A voice in the back of her mind said she shouldn't be watching this. She knew this was the real tape already. She should copy the files, extract the hackputty, and get out. But she couldn't bring herself to listen to it, finding her attention riveted to Goldenboy's muscular physique, to Sue's honeyed, lusty words, her mind effortlessly recording every second of footage with perfect clarity.

[Goldenboy certainly seemed satisfied with that answer, grinning broadly, his perfect ivory teeth actually glinting as he did. with her hand cupping and massaging the meaty bulge in his shorts, the golden hand on her back slid up, weaving into her shimmering blonde locks as it cupper her head and pulled her in for a deep, lusty kiss. A muffled moan poured forth from her lips as their tongues dances, her hand squeezing and caressing the bulge faster. The kiss lasted for nearly half a minute before he finally pulled away, letting her gasp for breath.]

[Her gloved thumb came up, hooking into the waistband of his shorts, looking deep into his eyes. "I need to see it again..." she half-begged.]

[Goldenboy gave her ass a final squeeze before he let her go. "Then kneel down and get it out." His words weren't forceful, but his tone suddenly carried authority, power, command.]

[Sue was already moving to follow his order, so desperate for what he had to offer that she didn't even register she'd been given one. Her lithe, feminine form was still clad in full uniform, almost like bondage gear, like latex. She hit her knees without flinching, suddenly eye-level with the bulge dominating her thoughts. Her hands came up, reverently, hooking into the waistband of his shorts, and slowly beginning to pull, rolling the tight material down inch by inch. She bit her lip in anticipation as she approached the root of his monstrous bulge.]

Batgirl found herself biting her own lip as the watched the scene unfold. Her flushed cheeks were burning, she could feel the heat spreading through the rest of her body as she reacted to the scene. It struck her like a blow when she realized she wanted to see it as badly as sue did. Reading about his exploits and hints about his true size had piqued her curiosity, and now it demanded to know what could possible be hiding within those shorts, what could make a married woman act this way. She needed to see it. The realization scared her. She wanted it already and she hadn't seen it. What would happen if she did? She hastily reached for the keyboard.

-Stop displa

[Almost like a jack-in-the-box, the moment the fabric passed the threshold of the root of his cock, the mystical containment failed, and the true beast practically sprang free, nearly smacking the kneeling heroine in the face as it did. Even soft, the beast was easily larger than an average human's, perhaps eight, nine inches long, and thick as her wrist, capped with a flared, wide cockhead. Beneath it hung a pair of heavy balls, like golden goose-eggs, swinging pendulously as he moved. It was difficult to tell exactly how large the shaft was, since almost as soon as it was freed it began to grow, as though the effects of her touch had been delayed until this moment. Golden veins pulsed and throbbed with the imitation of a heartbeat, feeding nonexistent blood to the golden beastly cock, each beat growing it longer, thicker, harder. Sue shivered at the sight.]

Batgirl's finger hovered over the Y key, frozen as she stared, awestruck, at the full glory of his cock revealed. A shiver danced up her spine, her lips parting as her jaw went slack. Already the beast was bigger than any cock she'd ever seen, except perhaps one or two in porn, and he wasn't even all the way hard yet. Her hand slowly was drawn away from key, hovering over to land on the delete button, clearing the line of text. She shouldn't be watching. But she couldn't stop. Something deep inside her tightened, a fluttering sensation in her core growing stronger as the member grew larger and larger on screen.

[Sue's lips parted in a soft, breathy moan as her slender, gloved hands rose, reverently, almost out of her control as they encircled the golden slab. Already, it took two hands to close fully around its girth, and with every pulse, the loop of her fingers grew wider. She stared, slack-jawed for a moment, before her hands began to move, slowly sliding up and down the shaft, urging it to grow as her stunned expression transformed into one of eager desire. "God, I never get used to that... Fuck, look at this monster! So fucking big..." She purred, looking up into his eyes, hands moving faster as it throbbed under her touch. "Come on, stud, I want to see this beast as big as it gets. I want to see the cock that made me cum for days, the cock that stole me away from my husband, that broke me down and turned me into a cock-hungry size queen. Let me see it, let me taste it, let me worship every last inch of the biggest fucking cock in the world!" She implored, and the monster gave a mighty lurch, suddenly grinding as it stiffened, heaving itself up to it's full glory, making her gasp.]

[The full size of his monstrous shaft was intimidating, thrusting proudly from his hips like a golden monolith, throbbing angrily at being awakened. The shaft was longer than sue's forearm, and so thick her fingers could only barely encircle it. The smooth, flared crown gleamed like a golden apple in the light as it bobbed in the air, hypnotically. Her eyes devoured it with wanton lust, and the let out a deep, throaty moan at the sight. "Fuck, is it getting even bigger?" She half-moaned, incredulous.]