Hunter's Vice

One of the awesome things about being a member of the Centurions was there were no shortage of superb hotties on the group. This, at least, was the assessment of the hero known as “Hunter,” the team’s stealth expert. The team boasted 100 members, and the gender ratio was 48 women, 37 men, and 15 “other”, which meant there was plenty of fine booty available by Hunter’s reckoning. Granted, half that booty was already taken, a chunk of them were lesbians, and another chunk had zero interest in sex due their superhuman natures, but that didn’t mean Hunter couldn’t appreciate the view.

The ladies didn’t always appreciate his… admiration… of their beauty, but the advantage of being Hunter was that you only really got caught when you wanted to. Having strength sufficient to lift 10 tons and durability enough to take a high power rifle shot point blank and come away with only a bruise was nice, as was having senses enhanced to bestial levels. However, Hunter considered his best power to be the ability to render himself completely invisible, silent, and scentless. He could not be seen along any part of the electromagnetic spectrum and echolocation could not locate him. Even signs of his presence, such as the form of his body underwater, or footprints in dust would not show. Even blood left behind on the battlefield would carry not scent if spilled while he was cloaked. This made Hunter the team’s best man for espionage, reconnaissance, and tracking missions, though he was a decent fighter as well. This also, however, allowed Hunter to indulge in a less than heroic hobby of voyeurism.

It was not exactly something he was proud of, but it was a vice he could not help but indulge in, a fetish that got him hotter than anything else could. Hunter had come to terms with this, but he knew most of his teammates were not so open minded about these things. Case in point, he’d been threatened right off by a few of his female teammates that if he ever got caught peeping on them, he’d be sorry. They usually said it jokingly, but Hunter knew most of them were completely serious, and he treasured the current location of his balls too much to try and test out his theories as to who might not mind.

Hunter currently was off duty, but he had no real plans for the day, and most of his buddies on the team were away. He decided to hit the gym early for his daily work out. As he walked down the lower halls, however, he heard the sound of running water coming from the women’s locker room. Some of his teammates were showering after their workout. Hunter knew from personal observation that the women’s showers had privacy curtains, but most of them tended not to bother with them.

Hunter smiled. He hadn’t had a good peep in a week or so. Not being in any hurry, he glanced around, went invisible, and stepped into the women’s locker room. The smell of feminine sweat hit his nose, but it was quickly followed by the scents of shampoo, soap, and fresh water. Hunter walked quickly towards the shower section, stopping at the edge of the open doorway to take a breath and steady himself. His cock was already starting to grow hard at the thought of what he might see. He nodded to himself and stepped into the room, keeping back along the far wall.

Oh, yes, Hunter did indeed like what he saw. Three of his teammates were there, chatting idly about stuff, not even bothering with the privacy curtains as usual. The middle one was Spark, a cute, petite redhead who had electrical powers. To her right was the gravity manipulator Zero-G, a raven-haired girl slightly taller than Spark but also rather petite. And to Spark’s left was… some tall, athletic, blue-haired chick who had been on the team for maybe a month, and whom Hunter had maybe exchanged all of ten words with so far. He couldn’t remember her name. Sifter? Ether? Ah, whatever. At the moment, staring at the three lady’s tight, sexy body’s, all Hunter was concerned with was taking in every detail and filing it in his mind for later when he went back to his quarters.

* * *

Esper had been a little uncertain at first about showering openly with her new teammates, but most of them seemed completely at ease with it; after the first couple weeks, Esper likewise didn’t bother pulling out the curtain. Hell, during battlefield conditions, against anything from supervillains to homicidal robots to eldritch monsters, you saw far more traumatic things than your teammate’s genitals. Being a superhero had a remarkable way of putting things into perspective.

However, as she chatted with Spark and Zero-G about what to do for the rest of the day, she had a sudden sensation of self-consciousness, as though she were being watching. Casting out her telepathy, she instantly confirmed the presence of a very aroused male not eight feet behind her. Keeping herself calm, she turned around, acting as though she was merely rinsing her back, and deliberately looked over to Spark as the shorter woman waxed poetic about how the day was so nice they should go out flying. Esper could see nothing out of her peripheral vision, even though her senses were telling her that someone was staring right at her tits. She extended her telepathy a bit more deeply, and her suspicions were confirmed. Hunter was watching them, sporting a massive hard on as he did.

Esper turned back around, presenting her ass to Hunter, and took a few moments to think over what the appropriate response to this situation would be. On the one hand, she was more than a little ticked at this invasion of privacy. On the other hand, she also didn’t want to start a huge shit storm among the ranks. Hunter was a valuable member of the team, and while that didn’t excuse his actions, a superhero team needed to function with the members not being paranoid about each other. Hunter needed a punishment, something to put him in his place, but not something that would put a black mark on the team as a whole.

She decided she would handle this herself. She reached over and touched his mind, tweaking a thought here or there. Yeah. This should give him something to think about…

* * *

Hunter was finding himself even more aroused than normal. As he caught a full view of the white haired woman’s chest, his eyes widened, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. He shifted a bit, and as she turned around again, Hunter’s eyes zeroed in on her ass, then flicked back and forth over the bodies of Spark and Ziggy. Both girls were not quite his type, but all of a sudden, they were really revving his motor. His eyes half closed as he absentminded started rubbing himself through his shorts.

It took him a moment to realize he was doing it, and he tried to stop himself. He was at least considerate enough not to masturbate right next to the women as he watched them, but he had never felt quite this aroused before. He had to get out of here, and get back to his quarters. He would. Any second now. Any second now, he would stop rubbing himself and leave and take care of his business.

God, they were so fucking sexy. Dully, he realized that the ladies were still showering, even though he was sure they’d pretty much washed themselves thoroughly enough, especially for just rinsing off after a workout. But Hunter found he didn’t mind them taking their time. Not at all.

His cock was straining in his shorts, and his hand pressing through fabric wasn’t enough. He was going to leave. Right now. Somehow, though, he just couldn’t tear his eyes away, couldn’t get himself to leave, even though he needed to do more. Hunter swallowed hard as he fought a little battle in his head over whether or not to do what he wanted to do, but which at least some sense of decency told him would make his already bad enough hobby truly deplorable. However, eventually, a voice of reason that Hunter didn’t think sounded much like his normal thinking voice at all, reminded him that they couldn’t see or hear him anyway. Why not give it a go for once?

By this point, Hunter was so filled with lust, he couldn’t find a good argument against the voice. He pulled down his shorts and let them drop to his ankles. He took himself in his hand and stroked steadily. Oh, god, they were so beautiful, so sexy, still showering for some reason, but who cared, they were naked and gorgeous. Hunter’s hand quickened its pace and he let out a sigh.

* * *

Esper, Spark, and Zero-G had finished showering ten minutes ago, Spark and Zero-G heading off change and go to the garage. Esper said she had some stuff to take care of, and pretended to root through her locker for something. When the other two had left, she went back into the shower section, where Hunter was now masturbating vigorously, eyes glazed over, jaw slack. He was completely lost in the fantasy of watching the three women as he jacked off, not realizing it was all an illusion placed there by Esper.

She had manipulated his thoughts to drop his cloaking power, and he was fully exposed to her, revealing the strapping, tall red head with his pants around his ankles and his cock throbbing in his hand.

Esper tinkered with his mind some more, slowing his perception of time to a crawl, making the fantasy drag out for seemingly hours when in reality only minutes were passing. Soon, Hunter was shaking, his breath ragged, his expression pained. In his mind, he had been watching the three women and masturbating for hours, getting hornier and hornier, aching for climax. But his body couldn’t catch up to his mind, and his climax seemed to stay one step ahead. Esper held him there for only a few minutes in real time, but in the fantasy, it may as well have been several hours.

Finally, though, his bodily reactions caught up to his mental activities. Esper smirked as Hunter sank to his knees and let out a hoarse, choked gasp. His hips bucked, and Esper stepped aside just in time to avoid an utterly massive shot of Hunter’s cum. His enhanced strength combined with the teasing sent the thick, white fluid firing straight across the open shower to hit the far wall with hard, wet splats. After nearly half a minute, Hunter’s climax finally abated, and he collapsed back against the wall, gasping. Esper eased her grip on his mind, and Hunter slowly blinked as he came out of his spell.

* * *

Hunter realized something was wrong after he’d been stroking for what felt like thirty minutes without either cumming all over the place, or the women ceasing their showering. They were going through a routine of soaping up and washing down, and even started to scrub each other’s backs, their motions each time getting bolder and bolder. They weren’t quite kissing, but their touches grew ever more intimate. The more Hunter watched, the more excited he got, and the more unbearable the pressure in his cock became as he stroked himself fervently.

It seemed to go on for hours, him watching and stroking, the women showering and chatting. He couldn’t even make out their words, it was all just babble. He began to wonder if this was just a dream, but the sexual high felt far too intense. He needed release, he needed it so bad, but no matter how much pleasure he was getting, his climax seemed to inch closer at an agonizing pace.

And then, after what seemed like hours, he finally came, spraying his cum absolutely everywhere, not even caring that he was probably hosing his teammates down with his seed. He collapsed to the floor, exhausted, and could only gasp as his body recovered from the climax.

When he felt he could move again, his eyes fluttered open and he nearly leaped out of his skin to see the white haired woman, fully dressed, standing over him, smiling with amusement. “Well,” she said. “That was quite a show. I can see why you enjoy this hobby so much.”

Hunter blinked, confused, and looked around. He was on the floor of the bathroom, back against the wall, half kneeling. He realized his pants were bunched around his ankles and his cock, still semi-hard, was fully exposed to her. “Oh, shit… what the hell just happened?”

“You got caught, you pervert,” said Esper. She held out her hand. Flushing bright red, Hunter took it and she helped him up. “Since you seemed to have forgotten, my name is Esper, and my powers are telepathy and psychic manipulation.”

Hunter looked at her with dawning realization, then glanced down at himself, then at the far wall where his animal senses picked up the scent of fresh cum. “Oh, god,” he said. “Did you just make me—?”

“Yes,” said Esper.

“And you watched me do it?” said Hunter.

“Yes,” said Esper, still smiling bemusedly. “Consider that your lesson for being a peeping tom.”

Hunter shook his head and looked at Esper with a wary eye. He let out a nervous sort of laugh. “Ah, so, does that mean you aren’t going to report me?”

Esper’s smile fell and she said, “Not this time, no. You caught a glimpse of me and the others, and so I made you give me a show. I didn’t even tell Spark and Zero-G you were here. I don’t think they would have been as ticked off as most of our teammates, but for now, we’ll let this be our little secret. But I know you’ve done this before, and done it fairly often.” She leaned close, and she sent a telepathic sensation of intimidation straight to Hunter’s mind. “This was the last time, you hear me? The last time.” Hunter nodded dumbly. “Good. Because if I catch you again, not only am I going to report you, I’m going to make you march out into the mess hall buck naked and blow your load in front of the entire team. Are we clear?”

Hunter nodded. He quickly pulled up his pants, and said hollowly, “I’m sorry.” He exited the shower and walked hurriedly through the changing area to the exit. He cloaked so he could exit the room without being spotted, using his senses to listen if anyone was out in the hall at the moment.

“Apology excepted,” said Esper. Just before he was about to leave though, Esper sent a little telepathic jolt to his nerves, and his penis surged to full erection once more. Hunter let out a gasp and looked back at Esper, who was watching him from the doorway to the shower section. She could still sense his exact location and winked at him. “Just to make sure the lesson sticks, I’ll stop by your room in about ten minutes. Then maybe we can see about coming up with an alternative to your little hobby. Try to hold whatever you got left in till then, kay?”

Hunter grinned a bit sheepishly, then nodded, and left the locker room. The last thing he heard was Esper chuckling. Playing back the whole experience in his mind, he found it very hard to keep from masturbating again before he even reached his room.