A Silky Head of Hair

Just want to say that I know non-con is not generally popular, but I really feel that Megamind would enjoy the dominance over a human being, especially after being a punching bag for so long. I think he would get off on dominating someone else sexually, and in this case, it is the passive Bernard (versus the feisty Roxanne). I want to continue this story, so if you like it, please comment and let me know and I'll write a few more chapters. I also really want to rewrite this chapter with TENTACLES!! HEEE

OK On with the story :)

Thrown down into the dirt and rust encrusted floor of the abandoned warehouse, Bernard whimpered and started to plead with his captor, while struggling to get back up.

“Let you go? You think I will just let you walk out of here before I am finished with you?” a grandiose voice bellowed, echoing off the walls.

Megamind marched over to where he threw Bernard and kicked Bernard back down on the floor with his thigh high, spike encrusted boots.

“You were kidnapped so I could prove why you should become an expert on me, and not that egotistical bore, Metroman.” Megamind grabbed Bernard roughly by the hair, the leather gloves snagging and causing Bernard to gasp in pain. “I saw your interview with Ms. Ritchie about how great and powerful you think Metroman is. But after today, all you are only going to remember how powerful I am.”

With one hand buried in Bernard’s hair, Megamind grabbed the gun at his hip and gave it a spin before shooting Bernard. Bernard gasped in horror as his clothes disappeared off his body and attempted to hide his nakedness in shame.

Sneering, Megamind shoved Bernard backwards and brutally kicked him down again to the floor. “Get on your knees. NOW, before I choose a more malicious setting on my gun”, Megamind threatened.

Bernard painfully kneeled, terrified, not knowing what would come next. He never thought that becoming an expert on the city’s hero would incite the city’s villain, and now he was paying the price.

Megamind walked over, unzipping his pants. The violence enacted upon Bernard’s slight frame turned him on. He rarely ever came into physical contact with humans, and was usually the one being beat up by Metroman. The surge of power over this frail human being felt so new, so intense, so… erotic.

For a brief second, Megamind lightly traced Bernard’s cheek, in an almost gentle way. But that hand then flew back and smashed down on the side of Bernard’s face, causing the cheek to go pale white and then flush red. Bernard grunted with pain and then squealed even louder when Megamind grabbed him roughly by the hair again.

“You won’t forget this” Megamind sneered, while using his other hand to shovel his cock towards Bernard’s mouth.

Terrified and subdued by the beating, Bernard submissively allowed the thick blue piece of meat to enter his mouth. This wasn’t the first time Bernard had performed oral sex on a male, but never like this. Never something so thick, so large and so .. blue.

Megamind’s other hand flew to the side of Bernard’s head, wrapping his fingers around the silky long strands of Bernard’s light brown hair. The black, spiked leather gloves grasped and flexed; hair was something that Megamind did not often experience, lacking his own aside from his goatee. But the uniqueness of this full head of hair was nothing compared to the stimulation provided by Bernard’s hot, wet mouth.

Bernard had worked up a rhythm, feeling the pain of Megamind “play” with his hair, but hoping that he could somehow conclude what was going on so he could safely escape. He kept quiet and focused on the task at hand, or more accurately, mouth. Bernard wasn’t sure what to do with his hands, so he had kept them at his side. He didn’t want to call more attention to his body, feeling vulnerable due to his nakedness.

Megamind started to guide Bernard’s head and mouth and increase the pace. Driven by lust and power, Megamind shoved his cock as far down Bernard’s throat as he could go, not caring about the teeth scraping against the base. Megamind had a high tolerance for pain, which was useful from his extreme battles with Metroman.

Powerfully thrusting into Bernard’s mouth, Megamind quickened the pace. Bernard started choking, gasping for air in between thrusts. He tried pushing and scratching against Megamind’s thighs in desperation, making muffled noises of protest.

Bernard’s movements and sounds only further enflamed Megamind. Clenching his fists tight to the point of ripping out hair, Megamind grunted loudly and sharply jutted his hips forward, Bernard’s lips stretched around the base of his cock, and released wave after wave of cum down Bernard’s throat. Bernard dug his nails into Megamind’s thighs, trying to push away and finally tried biting down on Megamind’s deflating member.

His action only made Megamind laugh. “Hah, I barely feel that. I’m not weak like you human males. Yet another thing you would have known if you focused on me instead of Metroman.” Megamind pushed Bernard away and walked over to his computer, tucking his satisfied cock back into his pants.

Bernard coughed and swallowed the fluids in his mouth and stared at Megamind with large eyes.
Megamind walked back over with a canister in his hand. “Now you know who is truly the powerful one in this city. Metroman didn’t save you today, did he? So now you know who to become an expert on, because after the fun I had today, this won’t be the last time you’ll get to know more of me.”

The last thing Bernard remembered was Megamind smiling down evilly at him before spraying something in his face from the canister.

He woke up the next day on his couch, bruised, throat raw, scalp throbbing, with a copy of the “Unofficial Guide to Megamind” on his coffee table.