Bolt VS Sunstrip

Lucien Castell woke up that late morning groaning. His head felt heavy and his eyes refused to open for quite a while, until daylight hit him square on his sights. That usually meant a night of hard partying and rough clubbing for the heir to the massive Castell entertainment empire. He himself is an artist, model and celebrity with a huge following of fan boys, and pretty much worked on his own schedule catered by his own crew.

"It'll work really well - you're a superhero and I'm an insanely popular celeb, we'll both gain a lot from being boyfriends!"

Even with that kind of an army, he couldn't cope with what had happened the other night. Being so used to getting his own way, Lucien's feeling of entitlement went hand-in-hand with his bratty rich kid image. He grew up spoiled to bits by his family, and despite his looks and talents, was known more to the public as a huge prick. Plannings and schedules changed to his demands, concerts and venues moved to where he goes, and lives screwed over gets little recompense with PR people and defense lawyers handsomely paid behind him.

"You're not someone I would associate with..."

So used was he in getting what he wants that when Bolt rejected his advances - in hopes that having a superhero as a boyfriend would improve his image - he swore for revenge against the hero. There were clouded moments of anger afterwards, followed by a chance meeting flooded in a mix of lust and rage.

"Why be on the same level... when you can show you're superior to a superhero..."

That brought his mind back as he woke up in his messy bedroom. The sun was shining through the blinds bathing his naked body save for the custom gold/black sneakers adoring his feet. He recalled last night with a blond who calmed him to his senses, but everything else went in a blur. Lucien noted that he still has his morning wood.

"Fuck you, Bolt... I still got great sex last night though..."

Deciding on a quick wank, he brought his hands down to his member, and then noticed the bright stripes on his body from the sun. He got up to close the blinds, but the stripes hung on as if they were stuck to his skin. He hastily tried to rub them off to no avail - the stripes clung on. Lucien took a closer look at his arm and the rest of his body. The horizontal warm stripes in uniform length covered him from neck to toe. Looking at the blinds he figured where they came from.

"As the Master, I can give you the power you need..."

He pinched one softly off his chest, and the strip peeled off. It felt light in his hand but firm when pulled. He waved the strip around and it grew longer, and flung to where he wanted it to. He watched as another strip took shape back where the last one was peeled off.

"You'll be one more supervillain Bolt has to worry about..."

The weights hardly felt anything as he lifted them, and he didn't break that much of a sweat from the gym equipment in his room. After the shower, he looked at himself in the mirror. The strips over his toned body will need some getting used to, but he feel he could take down any superhero. In fact Lucien felt he could take down one right now.

"Hehehehe.... you're not getting away from me now, Bolt... there's no escape once you're caught by SUNSTRIP!!"

Note:
Another supervillain makes his debut. This character is inspired from the images of guys standing near blinds with the sun shining, projecting shadows on their bodies, and bondage fetish. Pose reference from "Super Pose Book Male Edition" and various hot male pictures.