A Super Fiasco (M+/MF)
Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2025 7:49 am
Hi all, I am new to this site and this is my first story that I have written/posting. I hope you enjoy and feel free to give any feedback! This story is written from the point of view of someone like me (M), although you can feel free to interpret the first person narrative in whatever way you want!
A Super Fiasco (M+/MF) (Fiction)
For the past year, my wife and I have been participating in a rigorous self-defense program. It consisted of all the usual suspects: Krav Maga, Jujitsu, and Karate. Recently, our formerly quiet neighborhood has seen a sharp increase in crime, and due to a lack of able candidates and widespread corruption in the police department, no one was doing anything to fix it. Hence, we decided to change that by becoming our own superheroes. Our goal was to protect the neighborhood from all the small-time crime that was happening around us.
My wife, Sarah, was thirty, tall and slim, a brunette with a figure that turned heads—C-cups that fit her frame perfectly, if you listened to what my friends liked to point out.
To become superheroes, we had to first dress the part. Sarah had decided on wearing a purple latex suit that looked quite like Batgirl's uniform from the 1970s show. I had settled on an all-black uniform with black pants and a black full-sleeve shirt. We both also wore eye masks to protect our identity.
On Friday, we got news that a band of thieves were planning on robbing a warehouse storing gold. They had paid off the cops to keep them from checking the warehouse. Sarah and I quickly planned to stop this robbery from happening. Unfortunately, though, I had some work business, so I was unable to join until 30 minutes after the heist was planned. Hence, Sarah decided on scouting out the robbers and mapping out their movements, while I would finish up my work and join her.
10 P.M. Warehouse District
Sarah was creeping around the warehouses in the night. Her hair was worn loose down, and she was secretly shadowing the band of robbers as they were looting the warehouses of their stock of gold. She saw an open door and decided to get a closer look. She slowly crept through the door and began walking towards a pillar to hide herself. Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. With a quick round-house kick, she took out the robber who was walking behind her. But the noise alerted the other robbers, and they began to quickly gather. She had quickly counted that there were 10 robbers visible on the ground floor.
Fortunately, Sarah was able to use her adept martial arts skills to counter the robbers as they began to attack her. One robber swung with an iron rod, Sarah ducked and gave a sharp punch to his gut, leaving him reeling. Unbeknownst to her, though, a robber was creeping up and was going to hit her on the head with a brick.
Wham!
Sarah quickly turned around to see that I had joined the party. With a flying side kick, I hit the robber trying to knock out my wife. We got back-to-back and began preparing to defend ourselves against the circle of 10 robbers who had surrounded us.
Two of the robbers began to charge. Sarah and I ducked under each other and delivered a precise kick to each of them, sending them reeling. Slowly but surely, we started defending ourselves against the attackers, slowly gaining the upper hand.
“Admirable effort, young superheroes”, I heard from the back. I turned around and saw 3 men walking over, with guns drawn. A shiver went down my spine as I realized that Sarah and I were in a bad position. We ourselves had carried no weapons and had just realized the folly of this mistake as we saw two barrels pointing at each of us. “Hands in the air, slowly please”, the man ordered. “Don’t try anything stupid”.
Sarah and I had no choice but to raise our hands above our heads and look at this man, who was no doubt the leader of this gang of robbers. “What do we have here?” the man said. “Two superheroes who thought they could disrupt my operations.” “I am sorry to burst your bubble, but that is not going to happen today.”
I turned to Sarah and shared a nervous look, uncertain about what was going to happen to us next. “We are not scared of you,” I replied. “Your days of crime are numbered, and we won’t let you continue to terrorize our city.”
“We will see about that”, the man smirked. “For now, men, tie them up … but not in these stupid outfits.”
I exchanged a glance with my wife, who looked back at me, hoping that he did not mean what we thought he meant. He repeated, “Chop Chop, remove those costumes of yours, into your undergarments, please, I don’t know what you are hiding in those suits of yours.”
I slowly started removing my shirt and pants, and after I threw my clothes to the ground, I was just standing there in my Calvin Klein underwear. I looked to my wife, and she was unzipping her latex suit, revealing a red bra and panties. As her suit dropped, I could feel her fear as the guys looked her up and down like a pack of hyenas. “Wow, what do we have here, red bra and panties, someone thought they were going to get lucky tonight”, one of the robbers chirped. My wife tried to cover her breasts using her arms, but it was no good; she was too exposed standing there.
“Hmmm, you seemed to have forgotten to remove one of the parts of your costume, didn’t you?”, the leader remarked, pointing to our eye masks. We removed our eye masks in response, but fortunately, none of the robbers recognized us.
“Now to the fun part, the tying, you bring me a chair, our hero here is going to sit there.” A robber quickly brought a chair, and the man raised his gun and said, “Sit on the chair and put your hands behind”. As I was walking to the chair, I saw a man bring copious amounts of ropes and some pieces of cloth.
Once I sat on the chair and brought my hands behind me, I saw a smile come from one of the robbers. He whispered to his boss something. Then the boss said, “Both of you remove your socks and shoes”. We both dutifully followed his orders with fear for our lives.
Once my shoes were off, one of the robbers came behind me, pulled my arms behind the chair’s armrest, and then tightly cinched my wrists together. Once my wrists were secure, he then pulled each of my ankles to one leg of the chair and tightly tied my ankles to the chair. It would be impossible for me to move without also moving the chair. Judging by how tightly he had tied the bonds, I could tell that escaping these bonds would be fruitless. I then expected him to tie my chest and thighs to the chair, but then he hesitated and looked towards his boss.
His boss just nodded, and then I heard one of the henchmen push Sarah towards the chair. “Beautiful, you will be sitting on your partner's lap”. Sarah slowly sat on my lap, with her back facing me. The henchman then quirked, “Don’t be shy, turn around and face your boyfriend”. She then faced me, with her ample chest assets being placed right in front of my face, and her ass landing right on top of my ever-hardening member.
“Beautiful, hands behind your back, please, I am not one to ask twice”. Sarah brought her hands behind her back, and they cinched her ropes as well, eliciting a gasp from Sarah. I shouted, “Go easy on her”, just to receive a slap on the face. They then tightly tied her ankles to the back legs of the chair, effectively recreating the scene of Xenia Seeburg in Knocking on Heaven’s Gates. With those ropes tightly in place, Sarah and I gave a slight struggle to see if there was any leverage in any of the ropes.
I whispered to Sarah, “don’t worry, this will all be okay”.
“Too much movement ehh, that won’t be a problem for too long”, one of the robbers chuckled. He and his partner then tightly tied two ropes around Sarah, one above and one below her chest. Essentially framing and accentuating it, much to the rest of the robbers' delight. They then used some additional rope to tightly lock Sarah’s chest onto my body, and then to the back of the chair. This essentially stuck Sarah onto me, with every one of her movements being with me together. It also ensured that her chest would be in the proximity of my face during the entire predicament, which is something I won’t complain about.
“Now for the grand finale”, the boss stated. Open your mouths wide. He first went to Sarah, who slowly opened her mouth. At this moment, it was stuffed with my dirty socks, and then another henchman tightly completed the cleave gag, leaving Sarah unable to make any loud noises. “You are next, hero.” I tried to open my mouth to avoid the same fate as Sarah, but then one of the robbers held my nose. Right when I opened my mouth to breathe, I tasted Sarah’s socks and was tightly cleave gagged as well. Now here we were, tightly bound, immobile, and unable to make a sound due to the tight gags.
The boss then shouted, “Now, boys, back to work, we still got a ton of gold to move. I don’t think our two little birdies are going anywhere, however much they may want to”.
I watched as the band of robbers quickly dissipated towards their original task of stealing the gold, leaving us in the middle of the commotion, tightly tied up.
I then try to loosen the bonds by pushing and pulling against them. Sarah tries similarly by trying to fight the tightness of the rope and create some space. This however, elicits a different reaction. Sarah’s constant movement on top of an already hard member only makes it grow harder. Sarah also begins to feel it hardening against her crotch, leading to loud grunts on my end and a loud moan by Sarah.
I then hear someone say, “Looks like our guests are enjoying themselves, and laughter erupts around the warehouse. Sarah and I are unfazed, though, we realized the importance of getting out of this predicament. Who knows what these guys will do to us once they have cleared out the warehouse?
Sarah and I continue to struggle against the tight rope, yet we find no slack and only succeed at getting each other to grunt and moan louder. Sarah’s rhythmic motions against my member only divert my attention, and I begin to lose focus on the task. Furthermore, her boobs continually hitting my face only increases my desires.
Sarah, however, being the unrelenting girl that I love, doesn’t give up, trying in any way to loosen the bonds that are constricting us here. Just as I am about to burst, Sarah stops moving. I can’t see what is going on behind me due to my position, but I can sense someone approaching.
One henchman approaches, “A little too mobile, are you beautiful? Well, I bought you a gift”. At this point, he is towering above me, and I look up to see two clothespins in his hand. Sarah starts struggling to avoid his grip; however, we are too tightly tied for it to do any good. He moves her bra out of the way and then places a clothespin on each of her nipples. A shot of pain and desire flashes through Sarah’s body and eyes as she releases a massive groan. “There you go, how about you enjoy my gift for a little bit?”
With these new clothespins, Sarah also settles down, not wanting to elicit any additional pain from her nipples, and we begin to feel the hopelessness of our situation. We did not succeed in loosening our bonds even one bit, and these robbers have us completely at their mercy. At this point, I just begin to hope that Sarah and I are able to get out of this predicament, and looking into her eyes, I can tell that she is thinking the same thing.
30 minutes go by, and we just stay there in our predicament, unable to move and just watching as the robbers slowly empty the warehouse. As the last pieces of gold leave the warehouse, I hear a voice from behind me. “Now what to do about you guys. Tightly tied up and completely at my mercy. I could just leave you here for the morning shift to find, although with how your beautiful partner is looking, I am not too sure if they will let her go without some extra service. I could also take you guys along with me, as a gift to my crew members for the great work they did. I am sure they will find plenty of uses and pleasures from you, too.
Sarah and I look at each other, worried and desperate, wondering what choice he will end up making.
“What do you think we should do, boys, leave them or take them with us?” A shout erupts, “Take the girl and leave the man.” Sarah and I started struggling desperately, as we were determined to not be separated. “You heard them”, he told us, “time to take you with us”.
As they began to untie the ropes holding Sarah and me together, both of us desperately struggled to fight their grasp. Then, like a Christmas miracle, we hear a siren outside. The boss turned around, shouted, “Leave them”, and then hurried onto the trucks and left.
Not a moment later, a squad of police officers entered the building. “Are you alright?” one of the officers asked as he approached us and removed our gags. “We got a tip that a robbery was going down here and quickly arrived, but I guess we came too late”. I replied with hope filling my voice, “not too late, just in the nick of time”.
The cops then untied us and debriefed us on the situation. It was then that we found out that these were not the local cops who were on the take, but rather a federal task force that was made to stop major crimes.
Once the debriefing was finished, they congratulated us on our heroic efforts but told us to be more careful next time.
That night, in our apartment, I whispered to Sarah, “We got saved in the nick of time, maybe we are not cut out for this work”. She gave me a soft smile and replied, “We will see next time.” From that smile, I knew that our adventures were just beginning.
Thanks for Reading!
A Super Fiasco (M+/MF) (Fiction)
For the past year, my wife and I have been participating in a rigorous self-defense program. It consisted of all the usual suspects: Krav Maga, Jujitsu, and Karate. Recently, our formerly quiet neighborhood has seen a sharp increase in crime, and due to a lack of able candidates and widespread corruption in the police department, no one was doing anything to fix it. Hence, we decided to change that by becoming our own superheroes. Our goal was to protect the neighborhood from all the small-time crime that was happening around us.
My wife, Sarah, was thirty, tall and slim, a brunette with a figure that turned heads—C-cups that fit her frame perfectly, if you listened to what my friends liked to point out.
To become superheroes, we had to first dress the part. Sarah had decided on wearing a purple latex suit that looked quite like Batgirl's uniform from the 1970s show. I had settled on an all-black uniform with black pants and a black full-sleeve shirt. We both also wore eye masks to protect our identity.
On Friday, we got news that a band of thieves were planning on robbing a warehouse storing gold. They had paid off the cops to keep them from checking the warehouse. Sarah and I quickly planned to stop this robbery from happening. Unfortunately, though, I had some work business, so I was unable to join until 30 minutes after the heist was planned. Hence, Sarah decided on scouting out the robbers and mapping out their movements, while I would finish up my work and join her.
10 P.M. Warehouse District
Sarah was creeping around the warehouses in the night. Her hair was worn loose down, and she was secretly shadowing the band of robbers as they were looting the warehouses of their stock of gold. She saw an open door and decided to get a closer look. She slowly crept through the door and began walking towards a pillar to hide herself. Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. With a quick round-house kick, she took out the robber who was walking behind her. But the noise alerted the other robbers, and they began to quickly gather. She had quickly counted that there were 10 robbers visible on the ground floor.
Fortunately, Sarah was able to use her adept martial arts skills to counter the robbers as they began to attack her. One robber swung with an iron rod, Sarah ducked and gave a sharp punch to his gut, leaving him reeling. Unbeknownst to her, though, a robber was creeping up and was going to hit her on the head with a brick.
Wham!
Sarah quickly turned around to see that I had joined the party. With a flying side kick, I hit the robber trying to knock out my wife. We got back-to-back and began preparing to defend ourselves against the circle of 10 robbers who had surrounded us.
Two of the robbers began to charge. Sarah and I ducked under each other and delivered a precise kick to each of them, sending them reeling. Slowly but surely, we started defending ourselves against the attackers, slowly gaining the upper hand.
“Admirable effort, young superheroes”, I heard from the back. I turned around and saw 3 men walking over, with guns drawn. A shiver went down my spine as I realized that Sarah and I were in a bad position. We ourselves had carried no weapons and had just realized the folly of this mistake as we saw two barrels pointing at each of us. “Hands in the air, slowly please”, the man ordered. “Don’t try anything stupid”.
Sarah and I had no choice but to raise our hands above our heads and look at this man, who was no doubt the leader of this gang of robbers. “What do we have here?” the man said. “Two superheroes who thought they could disrupt my operations.” “I am sorry to burst your bubble, but that is not going to happen today.”
I turned to Sarah and shared a nervous look, uncertain about what was going to happen to us next. “We are not scared of you,” I replied. “Your days of crime are numbered, and we won’t let you continue to terrorize our city.”
“We will see about that”, the man smirked. “For now, men, tie them up … but not in these stupid outfits.”
I exchanged a glance with my wife, who looked back at me, hoping that he did not mean what we thought he meant. He repeated, “Chop Chop, remove those costumes of yours, into your undergarments, please, I don’t know what you are hiding in those suits of yours.”
I slowly started removing my shirt and pants, and after I threw my clothes to the ground, I was just standing there in my Calvin Klein underwear. I looked to my wife, and she was unzipping her latex suit, revealing a red bra and panties. As her suit dropped, I could feel her fear as the guys looked her up and down like a pack of hyenas. “Wow, what do we have here, red bra and panties, someone thought they were going to get lucky tonight”, one of the robbers chirped. My wife tried to cover her breasts using her arms, but it was no good; she was too exposed standing there.
“Hmmm, you seemed to have forgotten to remove one of the parts of your costume, didn’t you?”, the leader remarked, pointing to our eye masks. We removed our eye masks in response, but fortunately, none of the robbers recognized us.
“Now to the fun part, the tying, you bring me a chair, our hero here is going to sit there.” A robber quickly brought a chair, and the man raised his gun and said, “Sit on the chair and put your hands behind”. As I was walking to the chair, I saw a man bring copious amounts of ropes and some pieces of cloth.
Once I sat on the chair and brought my hands behind me, I saw a smile come from one of the robbers. He whispered to his boss something. Then the boss said, “Both of you remove your socks and shoes”. We both dutifully followed his orders with fear for our lives.
Once my shoes were off, one of the robbers came behind me, pulled my arms behind the chair’s armrest, and then tightly cinched my wrists together. Once my wrists were secure, he then pulled each of my ankles to one leg of the chair and tightly tied my ankles to the chair. It would be impossible for me to move without also moving the chair. Judging by how tightly he had tied the bonds, I could tell that escaping these bonds would be fruitless. I then expected him to tie my chest and thighs to the chair, but then he hesitated and looked towards his boss.
His boss just nodded, and then I heard one of the henchmen push Sarah towards the chair. “Beautiful, you will be sitting on your partner's lap”. Sarah slowly sat on my lap, with her back facing me. The henchman then quirked, “Don’t be shy, turn around and face your boyfriend”. She then faced me, with her ample chest assets being placed right in front of my face, and her ass landing right on top of my ever-hardening member.
“Beautiful, hands behind your back, please, I am not one to ask twice”. Sarah brought her hands behind her back, and they cinched her ropes as well, eliciting a gasp from Sarah. I shouted, “Go easy on her”, just to receive a slap on the face. They then tightly tied her ankles to the back legs of the chair, effectively recreating the scene of Xenia Seeburg in Knocking on Heaven’s Gates. With those ropes tightly in place, Sarah and I gave a slight struggle to see if there was any leverage in any of the ropes.
I whispered to Sarah, “don’t worry, this will all be okay”.
“Too much movement ehh, that won’t be a problem for too long”, one of the robbers chuckled. He and his partner then tightly tied two ropes around Sarah, one above and one below her chest. Essentially framing and accentuating it, much to the rest of the robbers' delight. They then used some additional rope to tightly lock Sarah’s chest onto my body, and then to the back of the chair. This essentially stuck Sarah onto me, with every one of her movements being with me together. It also ensured that her chest would be in the proximity of my face during the entire predicament, which is something I won’t complain about.
“Now for the grand finale”, the boss stated. Open your mouths wide. He first went to Sarah, who slowly opened her mouth. At this moment, it was stuffed with my dirty socks, and then another henchman tightly completed the cleave gag, leaving Sarah unable to make any loud noises. “You are next, hero.” I tried to open my mouth to avoid the same fate as Sarah, but then one of the robbers held my nose. Right when I opened my mouth to breathe, I tasted Sarah’s socks and was tightly cleave gagged as well. Now here we were, tightly bound, immobile, and unable to make a sound due to the tight gags.
The boss then shouted, “Now, boys, back to work, we still got a ton of gold to move. I don’t think our two little birdies are going anywhere, however much they may want to”.
I watched as the band of robbers quickly dissipated towards their original task of stealing the gold, leaving us in the middle of the commotion, tightly tied up.
I then try to loosen the bonds by pushing and pulling against them. Sarah tries similarly by trying to fight the tightness of the rope and create some space. This however, elicits a different reaction. Sarah’s constant movement on top of an already hard member only makes it grow harder. Sarah also begins to feel it hardening against her crotch, leading to loud grunts on my end and a loud moan by Sarah.
I then hear someone say, “Looks like our guests are enjoying themselves, and laughter erupts around the warehouse. Sarah and I are unfazed, though, we realized the importance of getting out of this predicament. Who knows what these guys will do to us once they have cleared out the warehouse?
Sarah and I continue to struggle against the tight rope, yet we find no slack and only succeed at getting each other to grunt and moan louder. Sarah’s rhythmic motions against my member only divert my attention, and I begin to lose focus on the task. Furthermore, her boobs continually hitting my face only increases my desires.
Sarah, however, being the unrelenting girl that I love, doesn’t give up, trying in any way to loosen the bonds that are constricting us here. Just as I am about to burst, Sarah stops moving. I can’t see what is going on behind me due to my position, but I can sense someone approaching.
One henchman approaches, “A little too mobile, are you beautiful? Well, I bought you a gift”. At this point, he is towering above me, and I look up to see two clothespins in his hand. Sarah starts struggling to avoid his grip; however, we are too tightly tied for it to do any good. He moves her bra out of the way and then places a clothespin on each of her nipples. A shot of pain and desire flashes through Sarah’s body and eyes as she releases a massive groan. “There you go, how about you enjoy my gift for a little bit?”
With these new clothespins, Sarah also settles down, not wanting to elicit any additional pain from her nipples, and we begin to feel the hopelessness of our situation. We did not succeed in loosening our bonds even one bit, and these robbers have us completely at their mercy. At this point, I just begin to hope that Sarah and I are able to get out of this predicament, and looking into her eyes, I can tell that she is thinking the same thing.
30 minutes go by, and we just stay there in our predicament, unable to move and just watching as the robbers slowly empty the warehouse. As the last pieces of gold leave the warehouse, I hear a voice from behind me. “Now what to do about you guys. Tightly tied up and completely at my mercy. I could just leave you here for the morning shift to find, although with how your beautiful partner is looking, I am not too sure if they will let her go without some extra service. I could also take you guys along with me, as a gift to my crew members for the great work they did. I am sure they will find plenty of uses and pleasures from you, too.
Sarah and I look at each other, worried and desperate, wondering what choice he will end up making.
“What do you think we should do, boys, leave them or take them with us?” A shout erupts, “Take the girl and leave the man.” Sarah and I started struggling desperately, as we were determined to not be separated. “You heard them”, he told us, “time to take you with us”.
As they began to untie the ropes holding Sarah and me together, both of us desperately struggled to fight their grasp. Then, like a Christmas miracle, we hear a siren outside. The boss turned around, shouted, “Leave them”, and then hurried onto the trucks and left.
Not a moment later, a squad of police officers entered the building. “Are you alright?” one of the officers asked as he approached us and removed our gags. “We got a tip that a robbery was going down here and quickly arrived, but I guess we came too late”. I replied with hope filling my voice, “not too late, just in the nick of time”.
The cops then untied us and debriefed us on the situation. It was then that we found out that these were not the local cops who were on the take, but rather a federal task force that was made to stop major crimes.
Once the debriefing was finished, they congratulated us on our heroic efforts but told us to be more careful next time.
That night, in our apartment, I whispered to Sarah, “We got saved in the nick of time, maybe we are not cut out for this work”. She gave me a soft smile and replied, “We will see next time.” From that smile, I knew that our adventures were just beginning.
Thanks for Reading!