Chapter 2: CH2: Homo Lander Rises

 

It was late at night, and Homelander was searching through fan animations of himself on Pornhub. There was no one he liked to masturbate more so than himself or possibly himself and Madalyn Stillwell. If not for that mewling brat taking what was rightfully his, he’d have it. A grin spread across his face as he saw an ad for animation he had anonymously funded between himself and Madalyn. He typed in Homelander animations in the search bar and froze.

 

He couldn’t look away. The desire to look away from the horrible title and himself with Noir right behind him. As if by some force he couldn’t explain, he clicked on it. The beginning of an hour and thirty-minute video began with himself singing about wanting to be put in his place.

 

Fury bubbled up from his guts, and he saw the red of his own glowing eyes but stopped himself. There was no reason to let some obsessed homo artist ruin his night. He was the Homo Lander, the video continued to play after the song ended, and the animation was surprisingly good. His animated self caught a car about to fall into a river, and the people got out of their cars and cheered.

 

Instead of clicking off, he watched himself have a meeting with Madalyn and suck her tits.

 

“Oh, you like it when mommy gives you her milk, you dirty boy,” Madalyn said, and it was her voice. If he closed his eyes, he could picture it him and her no mewling child. He slowly started to pleasure himself with the excellent animation and its sheer attention to detail.

 

It must have taken a top-notch animation team because the frames were beyond anything he had seen before. Frame by frame, they didn’t disappoint, and Madalyn never looked so good as when she was animated. He relaxed a little.

 

“We should do it again sometime, handsome.”

 

The video stopped and demanded payment. It was just a teaser; he could only watch the whole thing by signing up. He could either pay 12$ per month or 120$ for the year. After he had paid for a year, the video continued, and Homelander couldn’t look away.

 

He walked into a closet, took off his cape, and put on a rainbow flag cape. Noir was waiting for him, lighting candles, slowly taking off his clothes, and leaving the mask on.

 

Homelander watched himself sink to his knees as a giant black cock rose. “Noir, I want you to treat me like the bitch we both know I am.”

 

The animated version of him sounded just like his voice; if he didn’t know better, he would have thought he voice acted it. Homelander tried to look away when Noir pulled at animated Homo Lander’s glorious golden locks to force the monstrous thing between Noir’s legs down the kneeling god’s throat. He couldn’t look away as he heard himself gag as tears ran down his face. The him in the animation smiled around a giant black cock and inched closer to get more in.

 

If he could look away, he would, and he kept masturbating. This wasn’t right; he couldn’t be turned on by seeing Noir do this to him; he wasn’t gay. Sure, he liked seeing himself, but he was all that was, man. He was a god, the Homelander. But why couldn’t he stop watching?

 

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An ad suddenly started playing, and his eyes glowed red ready to laser the damn laptop. No, his dick was perfect; why would he want it bigger and to be harder longer. Then he saw it. Remove ads by purchasing the ad-free subscription. It was an extra 70$ a year, but he bought it without a second thought. He saw a series of tiny symbols flash over the screen, and then it was back.

 

Even if he wasn’t gay, he enjoyed seeing himself, and the Homelander would see it through to the end.

 

The video returned with himself swallowing Noir’s load before pulling back and sucking on the silent hero’s massive black balls. It was so disturbingly well-animated that he couldn’t look away. Homelander felt his mouth water and his mind wander. What would Noir’s balls feel like on his tongue?

 

He shook the thoughts off; he wasn’t gay. Homelander was just empathizing with his animated self. He wouldn't feel the same way if it wasn’t an animated version of himself.

 

After clearing that up, he watched them cuddle before Noir held up a message. “You need to tell the rest of the team your powers depend on how much sperm you consume. If you don’t drink enough, you won’t be as powerful as you can be.” 

 

“You’re enough, my friend.” Homo Lander said before getting up and swapping out capes. He looked sad. “The people aren’t ready to know the truth.” Then his other started singing about revealing himself and how the people would lose their trust in him if they learned their hero needed to suck dick to be super.

 

In the next act, it showed him saving people, and he had sex with Madalyn, which was great; there was milk drinking, and her ass looked great. But, of course, it was a little strange that they did anal exclusively when she turned around and exposed her sex to him. “Drink up. I fucked every intern in the building just for you.” More sperm poured out of Madalyn’s vagina, and he watched himself lap it up like it was the best thing ever.

 

The movie wouldn’t stop; the deep exposed his weakness, and the people lost faith in him. So he stopped what he was doing to maintain his powers and grew weaker. Then there was a terrorist attack, and he was forced to put on his cape, but it was nowhere to be found. So he went back into the closet and put on the rainbow cape. Then the Deep showed up and exposed a weird deformed-looking dick.

 

He screamed in his mind don’t do it. It was another debasement that his ego wouldn’t recover from. Never before had he felt so insulted than when he watched himself suck the Deep’s dolphin dick.

 

With his strength renewed, Homo Lander saved the day wearing his rainbow cape. The people cheered, and the movie ended.

 

Homelander finally managed to turn off his computer and stood up. Once the video was finally over, he felt himself regain control of his senses. His eyes burned crimson, and he shook with barely contained rage. Whoever made that video had to pay. He didn’t care who he had to hire to find them; he would invade any country it took and start a nuclear war to kill the person who made him suck Deep’s cock.

 

Even as he raged, a change had started within Homelander’s psyche put there by Fairy runes. The difference between the real world and the fictional world animated blurred in Homelander’s psyche, and he found himself pondering what Noir looked like out of his suit.

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