Ultraboy convinces himself to wait.

He thanked her, voice thick with irony. She smiled and said that he'd thank her more truthfully in a moment and began to strip, dancing sensually under her son/enemy's gaze. His cock, or Pleasure's, which was actually somewhat shorter, if thicker hardened at the sight.

He would be better able to escape in media res, with her distracted, where the steps necessary to free him could be disguised as mere enthusiasm. Besides, it would take Pleasure time to find his way to Ultramom, it's not like he had Ultraboy's memories. Or so the superhero believed, as unlike Pleasure, he had no mental power training to enable him to access his body's memories. All of this was a long rationalization of letting himself be fucked by a beautiful woman who was currently ripping off her armored costume, revealing smooth, unblemished white skin, pale as only that of a woman who spends no time outside could maintain, athletic, in a goes-to-the-gym, not a does-physical-labor kind of way. Rationalization stopped with rational thought, as did her dancing.

What neither of them knew was that there was a reason she was being so reckless, Pleasure's powers, hinted at by his name, were not fully within Ultraboy's control. Okay, they weren't within his control at all. When Taboostress had undressed him, she'd touched him and gotten a full jolt of his new powers, fueled by teenage lust and not limited by control or caution. Ultraboy was lucky it was Taboostress, not Taboo who touched him. He did not thank her again, stopping himself with an almost visible effort. Though not as visible as the effort he was making to rip himself free of the chair and throw himself on the naked, tempting, supervillainess.

She considered the best way to fuck a man tied to a chair. It was awkward. "Let me go, so I can fuck you."

"You'll run." She whispered, running a hand over a naked, well-muscled torso, down towards his cock. Whether she was trying to convince him, or herself, he wasn't entirely sure.

"No, I won't. I promise, besides, I couldn't catch up to Ultraboy's body, this one can't fly." He argued, using all his reason. Her hand dropped to his prick and a shot of pleasure and a shot of Pleasure's powers shot through both of them, destroying reason. "Let me go, so I can fuck you," he repeated, than a last, flickering brain cell spoke a final word. "Mommy."