The adventures of Ultra Boy

Bryce Hallmark was hovering at two miles over San Angeles, feeling as the wind swayed his red cape and short, black hair. The 18 years old Ultra teenager stared, with his blue eyes, as the last sun rays of the day bathed the enormous city he had moved to. He was amazed by its large skyscrapers, leafy parks, white sand beaches…even by its industrial area. Under his feet, almost 10 million San Angelinos got a life in that bustling, busy, cosmopolitan city.

The young Hallmark, AKA Ultraboy, despite of his age, was the world's strongest and smartest superhero. He was ten times stronger than normal men and women, and day after day, he trained his 6’ tall, already muscular body with fanatic dedication, increasing his strength and chiseling his massive, growing musculature as a heavy bodybuilder pro athlete. He was incredibly large and proportionate, defined and sculpted, chiseled and carved like a Greek god. He resembled a male character from a Boris Vallejo´s pictures.

Besides, his massive, dense musculature able to take hits that would hurt or kill others, he was able to fly, and was able to figure out puzzles that would stump most geniuses. Also, his wounds healed much faster than a normal being, as his mother, UltraMom, was also capable of doing.

The young hero was dressed with his trademark blue, clingy, one piece spandex suit with red boots and a red belt. Emblazoned on his chest, over his ample, swollen, sculpted pectorals, was a big red U. Behind him, hung a red cape with a yellow U that matched his yellow belt.

Two months ago, he had faced The Devil and his High Demon Zioblog, and met his daughters, Lettitia and Anastasya. Bryce had stopped the apocalypse but it had been a severe, physical and psychological test for him. Trying to forget that ordeal, the young hero had moved to the main city of the west coast, San Angeles. Far from his ultra mother, far from her uncountable super foes, far from The Devil and his demons…and far from the remembrance of Lettitia.

In fact, Bryce Hallmark was trying to escape being Ultra Boy, being the sidekick of his mother Ultramom, and the continuous rumors about their incestuous relationship (true as they may be). Bryce Hallmark was looking forward to becoming Ultra Man. No more UltimaMom, UltimaGirl, Ms Decadence, Alpha Man and the legion of other psycho women and men that, day after day, had tried to kill him and his mother (the ultra MILF). Ultra Man, as he referred to himself now, wanted to get his own life and his own foes, attesting to the world that he was not simply the ultra brat of the legendary Ultramom.

But at the moment, he had built a false civilian identity as Bryce Marshall, student of San Angeles University. He had even gotten a date with a woman that he had met on the campus in his new civilian identity...a woman that, Bryce was sure, his mother wouldn't approve of.

But, despite having gotten dates before, Bryce was nervous. He was not only scared by the idea of meeting a woman like her but also by the thought that something or someone would ruin the date for good.

Suddenly, the moment the sun had finally disappeared on the horizon, his acute blue eyes fell over the distinctive red and blue flashes from police vehicles in hot pursuit of a black van along the seafront promenade. Unfortunately, there were plenty of pedestrians, who, with curiosity and fear, stood watching the risky, reckless driving of the vehicles. The problem was that the chase was not only on the road but also on the ample sidewalk.

Furious, Ultraboy, clenching his fists, extended his massive arms towards the wildly careening van. He jumped from his perch and flew towards it as a blue blur and, in few seconds, the ultra teenager hovered over the metallic roof of the van, tearing it apart like tissue paper.

Six masked goons stared in surprise and amazement at the hole in the roof over their heads and the massively muscular ultra powerful young man that looked at them with a grim look of fury on his face.

"That is just about enough!!! Stop the vehicle and surrender!!!" Roared Ultraboy, standing still over the vehicle. He grabbed the van firmly with his hand..

"It is the Ultra Brat!!! Kill him!!!" Exclaimed one of the crocks, shooting his P90 sub-machine gun at the muscular ultra teenager. In a second, the rest of his partners-in-crime were shooting at UltraBoy too, filling the floor of the vehicle with empty cartridges.

Though the rain of bullets was unable to pierce his skin or his blue attire, his muscular flesh was aching like hell due to the uncountable impacts that scorched his massive, swollen pectorals and rippling abdominals. Somehow, controlling the agony that went through his ultra muscular, defined body, the young hero jumped into the vehicle, grabbing and breaking the guns with his bare hands.

, the criminals fell over him, unleashing a rain of punches and kicks all along Ultraboy´s herculean body in a vain attempt to subdue him. But it was like punching and kicking a thick steel wall. Controlling his rage and strength, his ultra fists knocked them down one by one.

"Stop the van!!! NOW!!!!" Roared Ultraboy one more time, making his way to the front of the vehicle.

"Fuck you, ultra brat!!!" Replied the co-driver, a busty masked female dressed in leather, shooting a pair of Desert Eagle rounds at point-blank range at his face. Stunned, the muscular ultra teenager staggered back, stumbling over the fallen bodies of the goons that had knocked him out a second before. Ultraboy tried to get up but those powerful rounds, though they hadn't been able to damage him severely, had stunned him.

"Without your mommy, you are not so tough after all, Ultra Brat!!!" Jeered the masked leather woman, making her way to the back of the van.

With blurred eyes, Ultra Boy could only stare at her sculptural, tanned legs under her black leather skirt...and the obviously surgery enhanced boobs (barely smaller than the 50 EE cup of her own mother UltraMom) that folded the fabric of her black leather jacket that covered her torso. The stunned, muscular ultra teenager couldn't see her hair and face, concealed under a black leather balaclava, but he could see her cold green feline eyes...as cold as the Desert Eagle that filled on her hand.

"I wonder if your balls are as tough as your skull..." the woman muttered, aiming the barrel of the large gun at his scrotum, pulling slightly, slowly, the trigger of the pistol.

A confused grin of fear appeared in the eyes of the ultra young man, fearing the indescribable pain that a shot so close to his balls could cause him...even with his ultra powers and resilience.

"But...on second thought, I wonder what an ultra cock looks like..." said the leather masked woman lecherously, gently caressing the barrel of the gun over his rod which, undesired, began to grow hard and thick under UltraBoy's blue briefs.

"So..you like it...Ha, ha, ha...You are a nasty, nasty boy..." the woman jeered, jutting her large, rounded boobs out in front of the ultra teenager's face while the barrel of the Desert Eagle slid under the blue fabric, caressing the cold metal on the hot growing cock of the stunned hero.

"Now, let´s see your ultra dick..." the criminal muttered in lust, guiding his throbbing dick out of his attire with the barrel.