Once ordinary Jack McLeod from Glasgow, he had a perfectly normal growing up, never suspecting that he possessed such power. It was at the age of seventeen, in a grubby council estate, that he discovered his ability and set out on his life-long quest to destroy the illusion of stamina permeating through society thanks to the far reach of the evil Pornography Industry. In the back bedroom of a cold tower-block flat, Jack McLeod disappointed the first in a long line of women and began his journey to becoming the hero he is today.
His high-school girlfriend, Paula, had invited him back to hers while her parents were out—Jack was sure it was to be the night he would lose his virginity. Everything was going well; they kissed and caressed and said all the right things to get each other in the mood. Paula slid her hand slowly beneath Jack’s waistband and wrapped her fingers around his…
BANG!
In an instant, it was all over and Paula was left with nothing but a sticky hand. With a look of devastation and anger, she ordered him to leave and he trudged dejectedly home, humiliated.
Though Jack was down-hearted at first, he soon realised that it wasn’t his fault that he ejaculated so prematurely, and that she wouldn’t have been so disappointed if her expectations had not been raised so high by the myths perpetuated by online porn and erotic literature. He determined then to expose the truth to the world and disappoint as many women as he could. This was to be his purpose—his duty to the world!
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“I don’t usually do stuff like this, Mason,” Shelley lied, running her hand over Jack’s ripped torso and kissing his neck and collarbone. She went on her tip-toes to bring her mouth level with his ear and whispered, “I want you to fuck me senseless.”
The wanton bar-skank, promised so much by the confident Mason Bluewater, a favourite alias of Jack’s, was to be let down in a very big way. Jack had sniffed her out at a local watering hole and knew immediately from her evident promiscuity that she was in desperate need of his salvation. He set out to take her down a peg and show her the ugly truth.
Jack had trained for years to become the most charming, seductive and physically alluring specimen of man that he could in order to break down the barriers that would have stopped him disappointing an endless succession of women, as he had. His toned, tanned physique, coupled with a toothy, pearl-white smile, was enough to draw in any warm-blooded female, and his wit and broad intellect were enough to keep her captivated for the entire evening. It was an arduous task, but someone had to do it.
He grabbed Shelley by the shoulders and threw her forcefully onto the bed (the rough, dominant touch another thing modern woman had come to expect from a competent lover) and yanked off her skirt and g-string panties, exposing her shaved pussy, glistening with moisture. He didn’t like to say much during his brief sexual encounters, driving women wild with his air of mystery and intense stares instead. Shelley gasped as he ran his big hands roughly up the inside of her thighs and she threw back her head, commanding him, “Fuck me!”
Swiftly unbuckling his belt and removing his trousers and underwear, he released his hard cock from its confines, careful not to touch it just yet as he could already feel the imminence of his orgasm. The woman who ‘doesn’t usually do stuff like this’ tossed him a condom from the top drawer of her beside cabinet which he tentatively rolled over his throbbing member, knowing he was on the verge of filling it.
Grabbing her at the knees, he pushed her legs apart and positioned himself at her entrance. Flashing her that gorgeous smile, Jack pushed into her with one, forceful thrust and…
BLAM-O!
“What the fuck?” she screamed as Jack collapsed on the bed next to her, apparently spent and grinning from ear to ear. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“All in the name of duty, ma’am,” he winked at her as he rolled off the bed to get dressed, “You’ll thank me one day.”
Shelley looked irate, still naked from the waist down and unbearably horny. She chased the chuckling Jack from the house, hurling obscenities at him, and slammed the front door behind him as he yelled, “Tell your friends!”
He placed his hands on his hips and gazed up into the starry sky, taking a deep breath of the cool night air, savouring another successful endeavour for Premature Ejaculation Man. Some thought he was a terror to society, a misogynistic vigilante, but he knew in his heart that he was performing an invaluable service, that he was a hero of the times.
As he strolled through the fine city of Glasgow, he tuned his sensitive ears into the sounds of the city, ready for his next call of duty. He knew that his arch-nemesis had been running rampant in the city and that he might strike at any moment. Such a villain was the very reason Jack had to stay alert at all times.
Just at that thought, he heard the pleasured moans of a young female coming from an open window three stories up, followed by the gallant grunt of her male companion. “Not tonight,” said Premature Ejaculation Man, looking upward determinedly, “Not on my watch!”
With three or four shoulder barges, the main stair door gave way to the buff hero and he thundered upstairs to where he had heard the young couple having far too good a time of it. He tried the handle and, to his great surprise, found the flat unlocked. The moans and grunts were louder and more frequent now as Jack charged down the hall to their source. The woman’s orgasm was close—he had to act fast.
As he flung open the bedroom door, he just managed to catch sight of his bitter rival, Doctor Stamina, plunging his huge, thick cock into a blonde lady with a look of excruciating ecstasy on her face, before…
WHACK!
Premature Ejaculation Man awoke, his head throbbing where he had been brutally clubbed by one of Stamina’s thugs, in the same room, his wrists and ankles tied to metal rings on the wall. Through blurred eyes, he discerned Stamina’s naked figure a few feet in front of him and, as he gradually came to, the smug grin on his face grew clearer. Behind him, the young woman whose moans had lured Jack into this trap lay casually pleasuring herself, smiling wickedly at him.
“Well, well; if it isn’t my old friend, Premature Ejaculation Man,” the bald-headed walking ego sneered, “Still running around thinking he can change the world.”
“I might have known you were behind this,” he spat back. “What do you want with me, Stamina?”
Doctor Stamina clicked his fingers and his little blonde slut jumped from the bed and promptly began to give him a blowjob, right in front of Jack. “I want,” he began, seeming to ignore the pair of lips attached to his cock, “To put an end to your meddling, Jack.” He gently patted the slut’s head, taking a sharp intake of breath as she took him deeper. “You have been quite the thorn in the Pornography Industry’s side,” he continued.
“You’ll never stop me,” Jack snapped, “Not as long as I have truth on my side.” He struggled against his restraints futilely.
Doctor Stamina chuckled darkly. “So young and so idealistic. Women don’t want the truth, Jack; they want hours of torrid fucking and mind-blowing orgasms.”
POP!
He removed his cock from its temporary abode and grabbed a handful of blonde hair to tilt the woman’s head toward his own. “Isn’t that right?” he asked her. She dutifully nodded and hungrily returned to the task at hand, noisily slurping on his veiny member.
“You’re exploiting ordinary, hard-working men by making them believe they’re not adequate.” Jack’s voice was filled with contempt and venom.
“They’re not adequate!” Stamina shouted, struggling to control his temper as he approached his climax. His breathing quickened and he pushed his cock deep down her throat, groaning as his thick load coursed through his shaft and down her gullet while tears streamed down her cheeks.
