He tried to talk himself free.

“Girls,” he began, finding his thoughts again. “Put clothes on. Let go chain. This is nonsense.”

“Does it look like what you imagined it would look like?” asked Yukio. The noble, virtuous X-man could honestly say he never imagined anything like this, but before he could answer he realised the question wasn’t for him. Negasonic stared at his helplessly rising penis, mesmerised.

“It’s… I kind of thought… I can’t believe it actually has… those lines on it,” the short haired girl finally admitted. “And it’s so...thick…”

“Yeah! And long,” added Yukio, who then licked her lips.

“Girls please, this is not proper. We should really-” Colossus was trying to regain control somehow but he froze again when Ellie sat up and grabbed his leg. She wanted a closer look, then she gazed up at him with those desiring eyes, her expression one that he never imagined from her. He knew of course that Ellie was a beautiful girl. He knew, objectively, as a man, that both of them were very attractive young women. But he hadn’t ever looked at his trainees’ attractiveness beyond that. Nothing sordid ever crossed his mind. It was easy for him to separate those things, but now he couldn’t deny how amazing these girls were. How seeing them like this lit up something inside him that was growing, flaring, no matter how hard he was trying to douse the feeling with thoughts of professionalism, guardianship and responsibility.

“Remember how you told me I should… find myself?” Ellie said, grabbing his attention again. He remembered their many conversations as trainer and trainee. He remembered the times Ellie’s emo look was more than just a fashion statement. How her sadness affected her life, how it felt odd and empty, that is until Yukio showed up to the school. “Remember how you told me to try?”

Colossus remembered but he didn’t want to nod. He wasn’t sure he could move actually. And he remembered that the context of that conversation was a little different. That it was more about being heroic and taking risks when the rewards were for the greater good. To try if it would mean lessening someone’s pain. He had realised that this advice could apply to many situations after Negasonic told him she and Yukio had become an item. At that time he was happy for them. He still was happy for them. “I want to try… more,” she told him now.

Colossus swallowed. He wanted to say something but his mind was growing slow, or he was competing with other thoughts and feelings now. Anyway, Ellie went on and he didn’t want to interrupt. “I thought I had found myself … like you helped me to but… I think I need this,” she continued, pausing briefly to glance at the growing erection. “Yuki is great,” she said, to which Colossus flicked his eyes over to the Japanese girl he almost forgot was there. She was grinning happily while staring without shame at his cock. “And she knows me. Probably better than I know myself.”

“Colossus can definitely help you know yourself better,” Yukio then said. At this point Poitr wasn’t sure he knew who he was. His dick was hard and getting harder, and not because it was made of metal. The girls before him were stirring up hot emotions. His bound arms especially were turning him on in a surprising way. He had never been overpowered in a way quite like this… and he realised he had liked it. “Say yes.” He almost thought the voice was in his head.

The hero looked at Yukio, her sweet, seductive smile making his knees feel weak without needing her electricity. “Say yes to this,” she said.