I like them bad

He was, indeed, an expert in all things Megamind. It’s not that he expected any recognition about it, but he was certainly quite proud of that title.

Bernard Brown was a simple man with a seemingly always-disappointed personality that, fortunately or not, always seemed to cause his interpersonal relationships to fall downhill. He wasn’t anti-social; no, that wasn’t what kept Bernard away from mostly everyone he had met in his life, apart from the occasional greeting or commentary his good manners obliged him to share. He simply found the others… ordinary. Uninteresting, in fact.

Sure, he had met some colleagues who had proved to be quite interesting and intellectually stimulating, but they all lacked a certain special factor, uniqueness in both physical and mental ways. All but him.

Bernard sat on his bed, holding a cup of tea in his left hand, a dark blue book standing on his stretched legs. He planned to unwind after another boring and extenuating day at work, and what better way to do it than reading about the only captivating thing in his dull life?

Well, there certainly was field work as well. It would probably be more amusing than simply reading about the charming bigheaded genius – watching him would most certainly provide a better source of entertainment.

A short smile was drawn on the man’s face as he was once more taunted with mental images of Megamind – Evil’s handsomest Supervillain of all time, as he self-proclaimed. Oh, the blue alien sure wasn’t modest about his looks; he was indeed very realistic in Bernard’s point of view.

At first he had thought it normal – as a child, Bernard had always been fascinated by stories of superheroes and their evil opponents, fascinated by their powers and glorious battles. But living in a city with a real Hero and an actual Villain had deepened this adoration even more, stretching it to unhealthy limits.

He didn’t know why, but there was something about that green-eyed villain that made Bernard’s stomach flutter with excitement. Perhaps it was his attitude – he was a showman, irresistibly egocentric, desperately wanting attention. Or perhaps it was the smooth, self-assured tone of his voice, which could so easily switch to the sultry side if he simply lowered it a little, and that made Bernard eager to listen to his vilest plans to destroy Metroman by using Roxanne as bait on the city’s giant monitors.

He’d lost count of how many times he had wished for Megamind to kidnap him instead, slightly bending to strap and bound him on that wooden chair while whispering every dirty threat he had planned for him.

Bernard found himself staring at the same words on the book for several minutes as he continued imagining what it would be like to be under the sinister alien’s control. Finding no use for the book anymore, he decided to put it away, laying it beside him.

It was strange how provocative he found Megamind. Thin, but oddly fit enough to struggle were Bernard ever attempt anything; always wearing that oh-so-tight leather vest that glued itself on his body, so close that Bernard could almost make the outline of his delicate nipples; always so suavely sure of himself, with those gleaming eyes and lips of the softest shade of purple. Bernard sighed and let his eyelids drop for a moment as his pants suddenly became tighter with the thought of the villain’s lips softly parting and reuniting in a titillating motion while he whispered menacingly in that stimulating tone. Megamind was far more than fascinating – he was arousing.

Bernard placed the cup of tea on the table and found himself chewing on his bottom lip as he thought of whatever was under the genius’ tight leather vest. The smooth skin on his thin, flat chest; the probable shade of grayish blue on his nipples; the short and perfectly trimmed hair below his bellybutton, traveling all the way down to the area surrounding his member- he was certainly a devilishly delicious creature.

The brown-haired man had brought a hand to his lap by now, gently stroking the hard lump on his khaki pants while imagining Megamind’s eager member. It was an electric blue, as the rest of his skin, with a delectable tip of a mixture between pink and purple; and, like the rest of him, terribly thin and long. The villain smiled at him - that crooked, distinguishably evil expression only he could wear this proudly – and whispered huskily, “Get down on your knees”.

Bernard’s eyes reopened slowly as he fumbled with his brown leather belt, eager to get his pants down. Excitement fluttered along his body as he progressively felt a wave of concentrated heat flood his nether region. His right hand found its way under his white loose boxers and forcefully grabbed his throbbing dick, already slicked from his mental novel. His eyes closed again as he intensified the grip on his member, giving it a good squeeze and choking out a low breathy moan.

“Such a delectable specimen you are...” Thin, blue fingers ran through his brown hair, and Bernard found himself wanting to find out just how long they were. Then, he felt his hair being grabbed, his chin facing upwards and his eyes meeting the villain’s green, gleaming orbs. The alien smirked and whispered hungrily, “And willing, too. I couldn’t have asked for a better suited subject” before shoving his long member in Bernard’s mouth. The man gasped at his assault, but moaned as he felt the villain move his hips slowly, allowing him to taste every bit of his dick.

Bernard rubbed the head of his own penis, mimicking the way his tongue vigorously licked Megamind’s pulsating organ. He ran his fingers along his shaft, visualizing his tongue travelling rapidly on the villain’s member, and began pumping it feverously.

Megamind was fighting hard not to let out a long moan, the leather of his gloves creaking as he grabbed a nearby desk for support. Bernard ran his lips around the villain’s shaft countless times, bobbing his head up and down and continuously moaning.

Bernard bent his left leg and bit his lip again, ignoring the soreness that indicated he was probably biting it a bit too hard. He could care less right about now. All he cared about was the villain’s intoxicating scent, the way his hand lingered on his brown hair, almost pulling at it, and the feeling of arousal dancing contently through his mind.

Megamind was on the brink of losing it by now, his knuckles a pale blue from the force he applied on the desk. The man was increasing his speed, devouring his bare length eagerly and moaning against it, causing the alien to let out a small purr of approval.

Bernard was rocking his hips against his hand by now, pre-cum practically dripping on his hand as he vaguely acknowledged moaning and grunting louder and louder. Deciding to push himself out of his comfort zone just a bit farther, he stroked himself harder, his mind racing faster than ever with erotic thoughts of the charming villain.

His breathing fastened once he heard Megamind emit small pleasured noises before using his hand to push Bernard’s head even further, on the verge of ecstasy.

Suddenly, the extricating feeling in the man’s body overwhelmed him, and became too much to handle. He gasped, his back arching as thin shots of semen swashed on his flat body, simultaneously matching the villain’s arrival.

Bernard mumbled incoherently at the release of pent up desire and sexual tension in his body. He panted and found his glasses practically fogged once he opened his eyes again, letting out a quiet sigh and moaning once more in contentment. Then, he used his clean hand to reach out and close the book with a soft thud.