#electrokink

[electrofleece]

Original Story: Dr. Matthew and the Magic Electric Fleece Hoodie

Author's Note: Welcome to the premier of one of my original stories. I have been writing NSFW fetish stories for years, and have decided to begin sharing some of my finished works publicly. My inspiration for this story was the Reebok Vector Sherpa Hoodie, which a fellow fleece fetisher introduced me to. Although officially discontinued, a quick search turned up a new-with-tags piece on a resale site. When the hoodie arrived, I put it on and began fantasizing about its previous owner and what chance circumstances brought it into my hands. In my original story (written without any assistance from AI), the fleece is literally too hot to handle. I created accompanying photos using ChatGPT image generator. Buying this hoodie ignited my hobby of acquiring the best fleeces and building my collection. Enjoy!

Dr. Matthew, a renowned young medical professional in Boston, returns home one night to find a box at his doorstep. Bringing it inside, he opens it and finds a Reebok plush fleece hoodie, black with gray accents. A handwritten note rests on top, which reads, “Doctor, please protect this. In the wrong hands, it’s a dangerous weapon.” Matthew touches the fleece, which is astoundingly soft. He can feel a light static charge in the fabric. Taking it out of the box, he shakes it out. More static electricity crackles through the hoodie. Suddenly, Matthew is overcome by the urge to take off all his clothes and wear only the hoodie, which feels incredible on his bare skin. The elastic waistband clenches snugly around his hips, trapping his cock inside the hoodie.  

He collapses in his armchair and relishes the sensual softness. Gradually, Matthew feels a curious tingling on his skin, almost as if an electric current is flowing through the fleece. The high pile seems to be alive with a strange energy. He recalls the static he initially felt, and realizes it never dissipated, rather, it appeared to be building. His cock begins to harden, stimulated by the soft fleece and its increasing charge. As Matthew moves his arms, electricity begins to crackle more loudly through the hoodie, the friction of the fleece on his skin seemingly generating power. Matthew is intrigued and wonders how far he can take this. He rubs his hands over his fleecy arms and chest, sparks of electricity visibly popping off the fleece. His cock is now insatiably hard, and he can’t resist grabbing it through the fleece. As his hand firmly grips his cock through the hoodie’s front pocket, a rush of pure electric pleasure shoots through his body, causing him to moan. Now, he really can’t resist. As Matthew strokes his cock up and down with the fleece, arcs of electricity snap and flash around his hand. The sumptuously soft fleece mixed with prickly electricity numb his mind like no drug has before. There is something so raw and elemental about the experience. A drop of precum leaks from the tip of his cock, soaking the inside of the hoodie, tickling his sensitive cockhead, and channeling more power.  

He stops to catch his breath, not wanting to bust too quickly. Despite releasing his grip, Matthew still feels like a live current is inside him, like he is charged with a magic sexual energy. Feeling a light pressure in his hand, he clenches his fist, and gasps as bolts of electricity travel down his arm. As he opens his hand, bolts of electricity spark wildly between his fingertips. Astonishingly, Matthew feels no pain from the electricity. It’s like he is manipulating his own element. Focusing on his hand, Matthew visualizes the bolts of electricity from his fingertips fusing into an energy sphere, hovering above his palm. And as he imagines it, so it happens, his mind clearly communicating with the elements and his body. Matthew chuckles in wonderment. He hurls the shocking sphere of energy across the room where it hits another chair, exploding into a shower of sparks on contact. 

Now, Matthew is practically laughing maniacally. He has only ever dreamed of having power like this. He stands up and stretches lazily, sparks raining down from his frame. He paces slowly across the room to the full-length mirror, where he faces this new, fantastical version of himself. He is in awe of what he sees. His formerly unremarkable body is now alive with pure electrical energy, channeled through this incredible magic fleece hoodie. He briefly recalls how it turned up at his doorstep with a warning, but he quickly dismisses the thought. He looks into the reflection of his own eyes, which glow white with pure power. He has an ominous thought. The reflection in the mirror is not him. Well, it is him, but a newly evolved, godlike version of him. He thinks about everything he can do with the power. He could dominate anything, anyone. There is nothing he couldn’t have. He marvels at how power has corrupted him so quickly. As a doctor, he dedicated his life to helping others. But one taste of electric fleece, and something dark and sinister came over him. Now, he can only think about unlimited pleasure.  

Speaking of which, he hadn’t let himself bust yet. Turning on his heels, he strolls back to the chair, electricity arcing randomly off his figure. Relaxing back in the chair, Matthew decides to try something new. He wants to see just how easy it is to control electricity. He breathes in and relaxes, focusing on the electricity pulsing through the hoodie. An invisible tendril reaches out from his brain and latches on, and he is ready to take control. Matthew wills the power to ripple through the fleece, brushing the fabric over his skin in the most tantalizing manner. He zones in on certain areas, quickly mastering the mental skill of manipulating energy. Coupled with the highly-conductive fleece, Matthew is also in control of the intertwined physical matter. Finally, he is ready to go in for the kill. His mental influence stretches down the front of his hoodie, concentrating on the front pocket, the underside of which is still cradling his raging hard cock. His cock throbs wildly in anticipation of what he is about to try. Precum drips steadily from the tip like a leaking faucet. The electricity surges into the puddle, lighting it up with sparks before the fleece greedily drinks it up. Breathing deeply, Matthew feels his brain communicating with the fleece surrounding his cock, each strand of the high pile gradually coming online for him. He begins with a slow, tantalizing tickle, a tactic he has mastered as an edger. His cock is so sensitive, he knows he can’t keep this up for long, so he decides to just go with his impulses. He ramps up the telekinetic stroking. Making himself shiver from the hands-free pleasure. He experiments with manipulating the pressure, from a light brush to a phantom grip. It’s like nothing he has ever imagined: jerking himself off while his hands rest by his side. And the more he strokes, the more power builds. His heart races as his body hums with energy. Like a storm cloud brewing a lightning bolt, Matthew feels himself ready to strike.  

Realizing the destructive potential of his impending orgasm, Matthew opens his balcony door and positions himself in front of it. As he leans back into his pleasure, his mind begins to fog over again. While he remains in control of his stroking, his thoughts become more automatic. The fleece is now mechanically jerking his cock, gripped by the invisible force of Matthew’s own mind. Each pump sends another wave of pleasure hurtling through Matthew, each one building on the last. Electricity pops and flashes wildly, bolts tracking randomly from his body, as Matthew effortlessly channels an amount of energy that would be dangerous to anyone else. Soon, he reaches the orgasmic point of no return, and the charge seems to reach its limit, at least for now. Although nearly paralyzed with pleasure, Matthew managers to lift the hoodie over his cock, releasing it just in time. As the first involuntary spasm hits, a powerful arc of electricity blasts from the tip of Matthew’s cock like a bolt of lightning, seemingly reaching the clouds. He cries out with gleeful pleasure, witnessing his own godlike ability. But it doesn’t end there. The cock contractions continue for well over a minute, spewing rope after rope of supercharged white-hot seed-bearing cum. Matthew’s groans gradually fade into whimpers as he watches the cum fly off the balcony, smoking as it splatters on the sidewalk and singes the grass below. He closes his eyes and sinks back into the chair, his mind blank from the raw power and pleasure overload. He drifts off to sleep. 

When he wakes up in the morning, Matthew has a moment of clarity. Considering all the evil the fleece made him desire and the potential for devastation, he has to break free of its influence while he still can. He tears off the fleece in a shower of sparks and throws it on the floor, where it crackles with electricity. After the current dissipates, he cautiously boxes it up again and posts it for sale online, replicating the warning note he received. Although he was returning a destructive force into the world, he would not let himself be the corrupted one. 

[elliesmutwriter]

Your dom has bought a new appliance for their favourite robot, a shiny new keyboard that hooks into the back of your neck

It's a very special keyboard, you see every time they press down on a key, you get a small electric stimulation in an area of your body. Eager to test it out, your dom types

the quick brown fox jumps over a lazy dog

A smile spreads across their face as you writhe and squirm, the electrical assault upon your body causing some 'interesting' audio outputs, as your dom puts it. They type it again, taking their time to establish which key connects to which part of your body. The less commonly used letters like z, j and q aren't too exciting, linked to your ankles, thumbs and nose but the most common oh well that's a different story

No5: o - the lightest of all the shocks because it goes through your skull, tingling your brain to ensure your software remains submissive

No4: i - jolts the back of your neck, making your eyes flicker up into the back of your head

No3: r - electrocutes your ass cheeks, going deeper than any spank possibly could

No2: e - shocks your inner thighs, bringing particular excitement to your dom as they quiver

No1: a - sends a current that strikes through one nipple and races to the other, randomly alternating between which nipple feels it first

With the letters sorted, your dom starts trying out the other buttons

Shift doesn't seem to work on its own at first, until they hold shift and press E, at which point you receive an intense shock to your thighs, making you malfunction temporarily as you shriek.

Holding Alt and pressing a key randomises the location of your shock, just in case you try to get wise and anticipate where you are going to feel it next

And holding function (Fn) and pressing a key produces aftershocks over the next few seconds, striking the same spot, albeit with less intensity each time until it fades

Caps Lock ramps every key up to shift level shocks, let's hope for your sake your dom doesn't play League of Legends...

The space bar doesn't provide a shock by default, but if you need more punishment, scroll lock makes it shock your body, cycling up from the q placement all the way to a

With this mess of words on the page, your dom starts removing it with backspace, and oh, they found the key linked to your ass. They try mashing it repeatedly and holding it down, loving how they can either rapid fire shock or send a consistent current through you.

Now it's time for the numbers, the instructions said to leave them for second to last. Upon pressing them, they find that each of the 1-0 keys shocks a different part of your privates. Doing their taxes is going to be much more pleasurable now, in fact they actually do some work on that, their fingers dancing on the keys until you run your begging.exe file enough.

Since you've been such a good bot it is time for your reward however.

The Enter key

A rippling surge of power arcs through your body, bringing both an intense pleasure and pain in perfect harmony

They tap it again

And again, hearing the moans you can no longer hold back

They activate the Caps Lock

Hold down Shift

Enter

Enter

Enter

EnterEnterEnterEnterEnterEnter

You bluescreen and collapse to the ground

"Good bot, you were such a worthwhile purchase. We're going to have so much fun with this keyboard aren't we?"

[hjbender]

What if Mer!Thor shocks Loki during sex? Just a little lighting, for that special thrill?

I’m sure Loki would enjoy that tremendously. He might even become addicted to it, having Thor’s current running through him as they nestle together in a mating embrace. Thor would probably start gently at first, pressing his hands to Loki’s skin and delivering a warm, low-level thrum that sinks deep into Loki’s flesh and wakes up his insides, stimulating him in the most delicious way. As their arousal builds, the current grows stronger and brighter, punctuated by sharp pulses that make Loki gasp and grin. Their hunger and passion for one another reaches ecstasy level before culminating in a single crackling flash of white light. And then there’s all those lovely, tingly aftershocks. Loki especially loves those. They’re as tender and sweet as Thor’s own heart.

Whenever they make love out of the sea, it’s always more intense because air is less dense than water and Thor’s powers move more easily through this medium. Perhaps there’s a shallow little cove they like to visit, a place where they crawl out of the sea and beach themselves on a pebbly strand, lying together in a gleaming wet tangle of arms and tails, their bodies heavy and slick. They lick each other, sucking and kissing and biting, leaving salty marks wherever their mouths wander. Thor’s hands glow faintly as he gives Loki his energy. They writhe against one another, hips rolling in serpentine motions, before Thor slips into the hot clutch of Loki’s sheath and they finally lock together. 

Then the real pleasure begins. 

Every part of Thor is capable of delivering the shocks that Loki loves so much. His hands stop glowing as a different appendage begins to stimulate Loki, now from the inside. Thor smiles at the half-lidded, open-mouthed look of astonishment on Loki’s face and continues to roll and thrust, his muscular tail flexing as he moves. Loki moans and sings and gasps, and it’s music to Thor’s ears. The sky grows dark with clouds and thunder rumbles overhead. The wind picks up. The sea grows choppy and white. At last Loki cries out as he reaches his climax, and Thor releases himself with a howl, a bolt of lightning tearing through the sky.

Sometimes Loki wonders if Thor might be one of those rare merfolk blessed with elemental magic. Even if he isn’t, he’s still a great catch. 🎣

[hjbender]

Shocking revelation ⚡

[electrofleece]

Assassin Pt. 3: Brett Tested

The third installment of the Assassin series.

Finally, the intruder stood face-to-face with Brett. “Now, it’s time for you to surrender. This competition is mine. Go ahead, declare yourself inferior to me,” the robed man ordered. But Brett stood his ground. 

“No? Perhaps you don’t yet comprehend what I’m capable of. Let’s see how you like it when I amp up the power.” He took one step closer to Brett, until his foot-long cock was mere inches away from Brett’s own crotch. The bolts of electricity that had been steadily pulsating down the member began to flow faster, surging hungrily towards the tip, sensing the presence of a conductive object ahead.  

Brett braced himself as he felt the pressure in his crotch. It was like the man’s cock generated its own force field. He had never been in the presence of so much freely-flowing electricity before. He always thought it was hazardous to life. Now, tiny bolts began to leap across the gap between the intruder’s cock tip and Brett’s crotch.  

Brett gasped involuntarily as the pleasurable tingles stirred his own cock to life. The robed man laughed evilly as the bulge in Brett’s shorts started to grow. “Look at that, you’re coming to me now,” the man said. “Your body wants to feel my power. Once it’s gotten a taste, it needs to feel my power. All of my power.” 

It was true, the gap between crotches was steadily shrinking, despite neither body moving any closer. The robed man, unable to wait for Brett’s slow growth any longer, moved his hips, causing his cock to swing out. On the bounce back, it slapped against Brett, zapping his crotch. 

“Ughh!” Brett groaned as he felt the potent shock. The robed man laughed evilly. “Surrender!” he commanded. But Brett did not speak. 

The intruder stepped back, pulling his robe closed in the front. He grasped his cock through the robe, giving it a few gentle tugs with the Sherpa fleece. “Mmm yeah,” he said. “Oh that’s good.” He let the robe fall open again, revealing his electrified member, now with even more power surging over it. “That’s right,” he said, “the friction from rubbing it charges me up even more. You don’t wanna get me goin’. Hell, I’ve hardly started!” 

Brett swallowed nervously. After that first shock, he could only imagine how much worse the next ones might feel. You can do this, he told himself. It’s just a little electricity, nothing to be scared of. It’s the amps that kill, not the volts. Somehow, that reasoning wasn’t making Brett feel any more relaxed. 

The robed man grinned evilly, as if feeding on Brett’s apprehension. He approached Brett again. “ZAP!” he said. With hands on his hips, he thrust his midsection forward, driving his cock straight into Brett’s thigh. “AUGHH!” Brett cried as the electrified cock poked him, shocking him like a cattle prod.  

“Are you going to give up now?” the man asked. Brett shook his head defiantly. “No? There’s plenty more where that came from.” The man tickled his cock with the fleece of his robe. Electricity continued to crackle hungrily down the member, sparking at the tip. “You’re helping me test my capacity,” he said, “each time I charge up, I’m more powerful than the last.” 

Brett bit his lip. He was totally at the mercy of this robed man and his powerful penis. And somehow, he was growing more sexually excited by the minute, his own cock bulging in his shorts. This man must have somehow gotten inside Brett’s head. Brett had never craved electrostimulation before. 

The robed man grinned, noticing Brett’s growing excitement. Taking his colossal cock in hand again, the man ran the tip lightly down Brett’s stomach, his victim’s gray fleece pullover both dispersing and magnifying the jolt. Brett groaned in mixed pain and pleasure, just as the man had promised, his cock struggling to break free from its prison of sweats. The man wrapped the robe around his cock again, rolling it on the furry sherpa. “Oh fuck,” he said as his power amped up. He took a step back, closing his eyes for a moment as he savored the sensations. The nerve endings in his penis were hypersensitive. Brett envied what he could only imagine the man must be feeling. 

The robed man wandered a few steps away. “Don’t let me come,” he said, gazing over Brett’s shoulder. “Do you know what happens when I come?” He turned to look at Brett again, who shrugged gingerly. “Lightning. A massive strike. Straight out of the tip of my cock. Right into you. Are you ready for that?” He resumed stroking his cock inside his fleecy robe. “Bet you didn’t know my balls could generate lightning. That’s what I call unlimited power. Imagine the feel of a lightning bolt traveling down the length of your cock. Pure ecstasy. It’s what I live for. Of course I’m powerless for a while after the blast. I can’t do this without a hard-on.” 

Brett whimpered, imagining what a lightning orgasm must feel like. The thought of that kind of power had him horned up out of his mind. The robed man took notice of this and approached Brett again. With an evil grin, he grasped Brett’s sweat shorts and yanked them to his ankles, causing Brett’s cock to bounce to attention. Brett’s cock was big, but it paled in comparison to the robed man’s, who chuckled at the sight of it. “I can see why you’re jealous,” the man sneered, as if he never knew what it was like to have an average cock. 

He took another step closer to Brett, placing his hand on Brett’s chest. Brett felt shocks of static as the man rubbed his hand around Brett’s fleece. “This fleece is soft, but it’s nothing compared to mine,” he said, holding his robe open, showing off the luscious furry lining. “Look at this golden fleece. It’s the stuff of myth. Rich, supple, indescribable softness. Nations would go to war just to feel this.” He trailed his finger through the highly conductive piles of sherpa, emitting a thin bolt of electricity from his fingertip. “If it feels that good on your skin, just imagine how it feels on your sensitive cock. This robe was made for a king. No, a god!” He cockily rubbed his bare chest again. Brett’s cock lurched as he imagined caressing it with the fur. 

“And this dick,” he said, giving Brett’s boner a playful tap. It’s cute, but nothing compared to this,” he said, holding up his massive electrified member. “I’d challenge you to a sword fight, but you’d never be able to reproduce after!” He chuckled heartily at his own joke. “That’s right, women line up to receive my superior genes. Too bad none of them are worthy of my divine sperm. 

He draped his robe over his cock and began rubbing. “Ohhhh yeah,” he moaned. “The cock of a god deserves the fleece of a god.” More power surged through his cock, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He continued to tease himself until a stray bolt of electricity arced from his cock head into Brett. 

The robed man laughed as Brett received a potent shock. “I’d like to say I have complete control over my power, but the fleece is so good, sometimes I get carried away. It takes me right past the point of no return. And then you’re left to reckon with the pure elemental force of electricity. Yup, you’re finished.” 

“Now don’t you think I should win?” 

Brett heaved a sigh, his legs starting to buckle. Although his body was tough, he was tired. Not to mention, this man’s torture and degradation was taking a real physical and emotional toll on him. Brett dreamed of having this man’s power. He would do so much more than just try to win a bodybuilding competition. He would be invincible. The massive cock, a mere inch from Brett’s thigh, leaked a droplet of precum, the sticky liquid sizzling and burning as it dripped onto Brett’s skin. “AUGHH!!” Brett cried. Everything about this man was supercharged. Brett was beyond envious. 

“I gotta hand it to you,” the man said, “even on your knees you’re still strong. Too bad I’m gonna zap the shit outta you.” With a grunt, he jabbed his electrified member into Brett’s chest, sending a rousing current through his victim. Brett grit his teeth in pain as the penis shocked him time and time again. 

[electrofleece]

Assassin Pt. 2: The Arrival of Brett

The second installment of the Assassin series.

Brett stepped out of his car, shivering as the cold night air hit him. It was just a short walk to his apartment door, but not wanting to freeze on the way, he reached onto his passenger seat and donned the gray fleece pullover that had been resting there. Static electricity crackled through the fleece, shocking Brett as he pulled it over his head. “Damn this thing is zappy as hell,” he said to himself. 

Standing up, Brett gave a grunt as he adjusted his semi-hard cock in his shorts. "Damn," he thought to himself, considering how horny he had been lately. Although he longed to thrust his cock into a hole, he would have to settle for his hand that night. Anything to satiate his powerful urges. 

Jogging up to his apartment door, Brett was astonished to find it slightly ajar. “Shit,” he said, there’s no way he had left it open all day. He was always so careful. Surely someone had broken in, and was possibly still inside. He knew he should call the police, but being jacked up on testosterone after the gym, Brett was eager to defend his home himself. Little did he know; the police would be helpless to defend themselves against what was awaiting Brett. Even Brett was in for a challenge he might not make it out of alive. 

He threw the door open and clicked the light switch, but nothing happened. “What the heck?” he said. The outside lights were working just fine. Suddenly, he spotted a shadowy figure standing in the middle of the room. He appeared to be wearing a long, gray hooded robe. 

Brett took a deep breath and rolled up his sleeves. “Who are you and what do you want?” he demanded. 

“I have come for you, Brett,” the figure said in a gravelly voice with a slight British accent.  

“Get out, now,” Brett ordered, growling and flexing his muscles intimidatingly. He paid no mind as to why the burglar had been awaiting his return rather than beating a hasty retreat. He must have wanted a confrontation, and testosterone-jacked Brett was more than happy to deliver. 

The robed man laughed, an evil chuckle. He allowed the robe to fall open, revealing a muscular, naked body and the creamy sherpa fleece lining of the robe that was cradling it. Brett gasped in astonishment, not just at the man’s chiseled physique, but at the monstrous cock he was sporting. It was quite possibly the longest and thickest Brett had ever laid eyes on. His macho mind told him he should be repulsed by it, but he found it insanely, almost magnetically attractive. He couldn’t take his eyes off it. 

“I have come to put the competition out of commission,” the man declared, “you are going to surrender your body, Brett.” 

Brett suddenly realized this intruder must also be competing in the upcoming bodybuilding competition. He must have been afraid enough that he might lose to Brett to track him down and intimidate him into forfeiting. After all, there was a lot at stake. But Brett knew he had it in the bag.  

“Look, man,” Brett said, “I hate to say it but you ain’t got nothing on these guns,” he said, squeezing his bicep through his fleece. “Now I’m gonna have to ask you to leave my apartment,” he said, cracking his knuckles and taking a step towards the intruder. 

“Come no further,” the robed man ordered, his eyes glowing white under the dark of his hood. "You are asking to feel my wrath." He anchored his legs and clenched his fists. Without the slightest friction, tiny bolts of static electricity began to materialize in the fur, crackling through the robe. He gave a grunt, and larger bolts of white electricity formed at the base of his supersized cock. They surged powerfully down the shaft all the way to the head, where they sparked at the tip. “Oh yeah,” the man laughed evilly again, his whole cock pulsating with power. 

Brett gulped in mixed fear and arousal. “W-what?” he stammered, wondering how this could be physically possible. If not the sheer, record-breaking size of the cock alone, its incredible high-voltage electric charge. 

The robed man grabbed his thick cock in one hand and pounded it intimidatingly into the other, causing the crackling electric bolts to ripple and a shower of sparks to rain down. “You still wanna fight me?” he asked.  

“Who are you?” Brett demanded, not wanting to admit he was just a little unnerved by the intruder’s unconventional weapon. He glanced around furtively for anything he could use to defend himself, but nothing presented itself. He would have to rely on his muscular strength and combat skills. 

The robed man took a step forward, static electricity visibly crackling like a web of power through the sherpa lining of his robe. “Truth is you can’t fight me,” he said, his aroused cock throbbing with each beat of his heart, continuing to discharge high-voltage bolts. Most of the bolts fizzled into the air but a few were tracking dangerously close to Brett. “Your muscles are no match for the power of my lightning rod.” 

Brett started to step back as the live wire flashed closer to him. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around what he was seeing with his own eyes. “Ok,” Brett said, taking a deep breath, trying to rationalize what he was seeing. “So you’ve got a giant sparky penis. What exactly do you want from me?”  

The robed man grinned evilly, holding up his hand, silencing Brett. Tiny bolts of electricity surged effortlessly from his fingertips, fizzling into the air. He rubbed his washboard abs with one hand and tickled his electrified cock with the other. He rolled his eyes back in pleasure. “It’s my time to be the champion,” he said. “All the fame and glory, all the money, all the sex. It’s rightfully mine.” 

At the word sex, Brett’s eyes went right back to the giant cock poking out of the robe, lit up like a firecracker. He could hardly imagine the damage that it would cause upon entering an orifice, let alone as a melee weapon.  

“You’re wondering why I’m so deserving,” the man continued, “but you already know. Do you see this cock here? This massive, gorgeous, mighty cock, in all its bulging, veiny glory? Of course you do, you can’t take your eyes off it. You weren’t gifted with meat like this, but you’re dreaming of mine now. You want to feel it, hold it in your hands, and imagine what it’s like to wield it. But I don't have to imagine. That's right, it's my reality. Everyone knows a man’s true worth lies in the power of his cock. This is what makes me superior.” 

Brett swallowed. How could he not have noticed all this? He tried to appear confident, but the intruder was hitting him right where it hurt. Any man would be envious of such a gigantic cock. Brett could hardly imagine how stellar it must feel to have such a powerful tool. Although he considered his own to be above average, it just couldn’t compete with this fuck-monster. So much surface area. So many nerve receptors. It was built to give and take pleasure. 

The robed man continued his cocky tirade. “Do you see this raw power, originating from deep within the generators of my churning balls, that courses over the skin and through the veins of this beast of a cock? The pure, elemental energy that travels throughout my entire body, down to the tip of every appendage, carrying in its current indescribable ecstasy, ready to leap from my fingertips to shock anything and anyone I so choose. Don’t even think about standing in my way when I’m charged up. The power amplifies the sensations of pleasure in my cock and the pain it inflicts on anything it comes in contact with. I'm capable of giving and receiving orgasms you've only dreamed of. Now, you can’t look at this display and not feel wholly inferior. I am superhuman.” 

Brett fidgeted as the intruder continued his slow march towards him. He nervously eyed the massive cock throbbing with power that was steadily growing closer. Brett had survived many electric shocks before, even taser jolts. Sure they hurt and he reflexively avoided them, but they had made him stronger. Hell, maybe they even turned him on a little bit. 

Brett tried to evaluate his options. Even jacked up on testosterone, he was too tired from his lifting to outrun the intruder, nor did he want to back down from the defense of his home. If this man could really hurl lightning bolts, Brett didn’t stand a chance. If Brett attempted an attack from the front or side, he would surely be met with a merciless shock. The man did not seem afraid to use his power, that was for sure. Brett’s only hope was an attack from the rear when the man wasn’t looking, and still then he had to avoid the giant swinging zapper. He was cornered flat against the wall. 

At that moment, a fly that had been circling the room approached the robed man. Brett didn’t even hear the insect buzzing over the relentless crackling electric current. But as it came into contact with the supercock, there was a pop and a flash of light, and it dropped to the ground. “You can’t escape,” the robed man said, sensing Brett’s desperation. “The average human body carries an electric charge of 10 millivolts. My body carries a charge of 10 megavolts.” Clenching his pubic muscle, he flexed his penis, causing the power to surge harder. "Give it up now, and maybe I'll spare you the brunt of the electrocution."

[electrofleece]

Assassin Pt. 1: The Challenge of the Neighbors

Mitch, who was on his way to meet his neighbor and friend Brett at the gym, came upon a strange sight. A suspicious-looking figure in a gray hooded robe was scoping out Brett’s apartment door. “Hey man can I help you?” Mitch asked. He tried to seem amiable, but he was secretly concerned because he knew Brett wasn’t home. He also wondered why the man was hiding inside a thick robe. At Mitch’s question, the robed man turned his head slightly. Although the hood covered his eyes, Mitch could see his smirk. With a grunt, the man placed his finger on the lock, causing it to click open with just a touch. 

“Hey man, what are you doing?” Mitch said aloud. As the man turned the handle and was about to open Brett’s door, Mitch grabbed his shoulder. He pulled down the man’s hood, but as soon as his fingers came in contact with the robe’s Sherpa lining, a potent shockwave of electricity flew into Mitch’s body, causing him to reel backwards. 

As Mitch regained his ground, he glared defiantly at the robed man, who just finished fixing his hood. “Get away, this isn’t your apartment,” Mitch demanded, slightly dazed by the shock. 

The robed man’s eyes glowed white from under the hood. He clenched his fists. Upon their release, bolts of electricity materialized between his fingers.  

Mitch blinked, barely able to comprehend what was happening in front of him. The robed man stepped closer to Mitch, electricity crackling menacingly in his hands. Mitch was frozen, unable to move, at the sight of the incredible, laws-of-physics-defying power. The man firmly grabbed Mitch by the hips, surging electricity through his hands into Mitch’s body. 

“AUUUGHH!!” Mitch cried out as the man shocked him with his bare hands. Mitch’s body convulsed as he was barraged with raw power. He was paralyzed, unable to break away from the current. Electricity stimulated every nerve cell in his body, delivering an unexpected full-body pleasure. Mitch's cock inflated, threatening to burst through his gym sweats. 

Meanwhile, Grant was watching TV in his apartment when he heard the sound of a high-voltage discharge, followed by a cry. Grant knew an electrocution when he heard one. He flew off the couch, threw the door open, and came running. He was met with a strange sight; a man in a robe holding the convulsing body of his neighbor Mitch, who was showing all the signs of just having endured a surge of electricity. “Hey, what’s going on here? Mitch, did you just get zapped?” he demanded. Mitch heaved a sigh, his whole body shivering, cock bulging in his pants. 

As he ran to help his neighbor, Grant momentarily locked eyes with the glowing orbs underneath the strange man’s darkened hood. But he had no time to react as bolts of white lightning blasted from the depths of the assassin’s eyes. The wildly forking bolts latched onto Grant’s body, spreading out and shocking him on contact. The assassin moved his gaze to the side, using the wracking bolts to effortlessly swing Grant around and pin his body to the wall. He maintained his electrified gaze, allowing Grant to experience a physical pleasure similar to the one he had given Mitch. Mitch watched helplessly as Grant, held against the wall, writhed in pleasure, boner throbbing in his fleecy lounge pants. Within mere seconds, the pleasure became too much to bear. Grant's face contorted in ecstasy as he blew a load in his pants. Shortly after reaching an involuntary orgasm, Grant’s body went limp.  The assassin blinked, breaking the current, allowing Grant's body to collapse to the floor, white bolts fizzling out in his blue fleece pullover. Mitch looked questioningly at the powerful man. He was too horny to wish for anything but a sweet release, which without question, the assassin was happy to oblige. Recharging power into his hands, the assassin returned to electrocuting Mitch with his shocking grip. Mitch's body shook with pure bliss, until he too came in his pants, falling to the floor, unconscious. 

When the assassin was finished, he laughed evilly at his work. Any other hit man would have been highly inconvenienced by the presence of witnesses, but this one found it to be all part of the fun. He felt a huge rush every time he zapped someone, getting them off with his powers. With the ability to generate his own electricity for offensive attacks, it was impossible for him to lose. Not to mention the added fun of the orgasms he could deliver. He dragged both limp bodies into Grant’s open apartment. 

At that very moment, Jon, a neighbor who was just returning home, happened to spot the robed man moving the bodies. He ran over to intercept the intruder as he was leaving Grant’s apartment. “What’s going on here?” Jon asked, questioning the man’s presence.  

The assassin, caught off guard again, had no time to evaluate the threat. But he was already in attack mode. Reaching inside his robe, he whipped out a massive cock, which was sheathed in sparking electricity. Jon’s jaw dropped in mixed awe and fear at the sight of the superhuman organ. The assassin aimed his lethal cock right at Jon. “Eat lightning!” he cried. He clenched his pubic muscle, firing a thick bolt of concentrated white electricity out of the tip, straight into the unsuspecting neighbor. The bolt exploded into a field of electricity upon contact with Jon’s body, hitting him with so much force he was propelled backwards into the air, landing unconscious on the floor down the hall, his cock spurting jizz. With a shrug, the assassin dragged the extra body into Grant’s apartment and closed the door, before quietly slipping into Brett’s place. The assassin laughed to himself. He had never instigated a full arousal cycle in mere seconds. Moments later, there was an extra strain on the power grid, and it came from the apartment complex.  

[electrofleece]

Upcoming Story: Brett vs. the Robed Assassin

A few years ago, I wrote one of the hottest stories of my life. It's hard to find literature that really suits my fetishes, so I took to writing my own. The inspiration for this story was a photo of a man wearing a sherpa-lined robe that was posted on Reddit. He had an imposing presence and a massive penis. One comment stated that he looked like an assassin, which was the motivation for his character. His foil (and target) is a bodybuilder named Brett, who is subjected to one of the most electrifying and arousing challenges of his life. Over the next few days, I will be releasing the story in parts. Get ready for the shock!