A Heart Unbroken
Copyright© 2025 by IHateDrFreud
Chapter 7
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Jake grew up in a family of superheroes, but unlike his sister, he never showed even a hint of a power. Then one day, something inside him finally woke up. Learning to control it wasn’t easy, he stumbled and failed many times, but he always got back up. And when he eventually became a real superhero, he discovered a truth no one had warned him about. The superhero life he had admired might not as perfect or as pure as he had imagined.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Consensual Reluctant Fiction Humor School Superhero Tear Jerker Extra Sensory Perception Cuckold Sharing Incest Group Sex Swinging Black Male White Male White Female Voyeurism Slow Violence AI Generated
Months passed after I adjusted myself into the Force base and the whole superhero trainee lifestyle. It felt strange how quickly everything became routine. On school days, I had to drag myself back to normal classes first, pretending I was just another kid instead of someone who spent evenings getting punched by training robots. Only during the weekends did I get full days of training, either in the indoor gym, simulations, or outdoor drills. There’s also a whole team training once a month, which they let me join in.
Mostly, I got to spend time with team members in the communal areas, sitting in the lounge after a long day. I watched Sydney argue with Jeff about too many breasts on his robots while Jordan massaged Kana-Chan on the couch as a good Asian grandson would do for their grandma. Jess and I would talk about what kind of villain scums she faced today and how much bullshit Anders decided for me to train.
The lounge TV was never on sports or movies, just porn. Always porn. Some days it was softcore shit with way too many kisses and fake moans. Other times, it was the hardcore stuff like lesbian porn, group sex, and gangbangs.
We had sex in the lounge with each other or sometimes with the Force base staff, and it was considered completely normal, even for me now. It was how they handled the stress of the job, all the pressure of risking their lives to save others. Killing villains or watching innocents die took a toll, and nothing seemed to release that tension better than just fucking the shit out of each other. Everyone usually went to bed with empty balls or cum-full pussy. And I was no exception, even though I was just a trainee who, instead of risking my life fighting and killing villains, risked getting a few bruises knocking out some training robots.
And then there was the lab.
Honestly, I spent just as much time there as I did training. Director Anders had the scientific staff scan my brain as if there were gold in it. They made me use my power again and again while they studied everything, like which parts of my brain lit up, what happened when I tried to reach further, and how many viewpoints I could sustain. They also tested how to detect me when I was invading someone’s perception. It was boring, uncomfortable, and sometimes even a little creepy. I kept telling myself this was what being a superhero was supposed to be, and that I couldn’t let my family down.
Sometimes, while sitting there strapped to a chair, I couldn’t help but think about the rest of my family. Even though Dad was technically still active, he wasn’t around much. He was among a few of the Force’s original members who were still alive. They were mostly retired, leaving just two of them working independently. Dad had a suite penthouse on the rooftop of the Building, which meant I hardly ever saw him or Mom.
The one thing that stayed consistent, though, was my family’s Friday late-night dinners, or more accurately, our after-midnight meals, because we had to wait for Sydney to return from whatever mission she’d been sent on. The whole family would gather around the table in Dad’s penthouse, trading small talk. Dad always asked me about training and Syd about her mission for the day. Mom would try to make things normal, discussing school gossip or asking what I wanted to eat.
Tonight was no different. Mom scooped more mashed potatoes onto my plate. Dad leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at Sydney.
“So,” he began, voice calm but firm, “how did the raid go today? That group near the industrial district, did you manage to contain them with minimal civilian casualties?”
Sydney rolled her eyes but kept her tone measured. “Mostly. They’re slippery, Dad. We hit one of their safe houses, Crypto Bro took out his combat drones, and rounded them up. It seems like they’re running some kind of experiment on channeling some shitty energy from the other world, but we managed to secure the facility before it escalated.”
Dad’s jaw tightened. “From the other world?”
My sister shrugged. “Yeah, it’s some kind of dimensional gate. I saw some kind of tentacle shits crawling out. Crimson Witch blasted the gate with a truck before it got ugly. And the Karate Master forced those mad scientists to shut down the core before executing them.” She scooped up a forkful of steak, so casual about describing murder. “However, the boss has run away, but civilian casualties were under ten, mostly some poor homeless people who worked with those villain scums.”
Mom exhaled sharply through her nose, her version of disapproval, but didn’t comment. Dad’s fingers tapped against his whiskey glass. “They should’ve called me in.”
Sydney snorted. “You’d what? Fight whatever monster crawled out from the gate? Come on, Dad, my team can handle it.”
Dad shook his head slowly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I’m not interested in tentacle monsters, Syd. I just want to see how that dimensional gate works. You remember I actually come from another universe? There was an accident with a dimensional gate in my world that sent me here.”
Sydney leaned back, studying him. “So ... Do you ever want to go back? To your world?”
Dad hesitated, then he shook his head gently. “No. I’m just curious about the gate. Sure, I’d love to study it, maybe understand it. But I’m not leaving. I’ve got my family here. I’ve got you, your mother, and Jake. That’s enough reason to stay. Everything else...” He shrugged, voice softening, “ ... can wait.”
Sydney smirked, stabbing her fork into her steak. “Good answer.”
Dad glanced at me. “Jake, how about you? Have you come up with your superhero name yet?”
“Uh ... not really.” I froze mid-bite, thinking Why is he asking me that now?
Dad leaned back in his chair, smirking faintly. “I just found out from Anders. Apparently, he’s designing an examination for you. It’s a proper test to see if you’re ready to be a real superhero, not a trainee anymore.”
My fork clattered against my plate, and I barely managed to stop it from falling. “Wait ... what? An examination to be the real superhero? And after that, I’ll be dispatched to a mission with my team?”
Dad nodded, calm as ever. “Yes. So ... maybe it’s time to start thinking about a cool superhero name, huh?”
Sydney burst out. “You cannot use the name Sex Master, Jake!”
Mom choked on her wine while Dad just sighed. I shoved mashed potatoes in my mouth, trying to hide the flush creeping up my neck. “I wasn’t gonna...”
“Anders’s ‘The Surveillant’ sounds like a goddamn mall security guard,” Sydney continued. “You can’t use that shit either.”
I swallowed another bite of mashed potatoes, trying to gather my courage. “Look ... I don’t want a name that tells people what my ability is,” I said.
Dad raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yeah,” I continued, gaining a bit more confidence. “I mean ... think about it. Most superheroes’ names give away exactly what they can do. The moment you see the name, you know how to fight them. The more you let people know about your ability, the higher the chance they’ll figure out how to beat you.”
Sydney snorted. “Oh, that’s ... surprisingly strategic, big brother. So ‘Voyeur Man’ is officially off the charts too, I guess?”
“Your dreams, sis,” I muttered, and everybody burst out laughing.
The next week rolled around fast, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of Director Anders, being ready to be a real superhero.
The first part of my examination was physical. They dragged me into the running stations, where they hooked me up to a bunch of sensors and threw me through the gauntlet. They tested my stamina with endless laps around the track, timed sprints, and strength tests that left me panting and barely able to hold my own weight.
After I got some rest, the ability test came. I had to sit in a chair for what felt like hours while scientists poked at my brain. I was told to activate my power, shifting perspectives from one person to another, or holding multiple viewpoints at once. They simulated a villain’s hideout, and I had to tap into the perspectives of available personnel to gather intel and construct a situational view of the entire area, then relay tactical information back to Anders.
Next up was the fighting evaluation. I assumed it was going to be some sort of sparring match with a goddamn combat robot again. But Crypto Bro had this newest model to surprise me. The thing was built like a tank, with claws that could cut through steel, and it was programmed with thirty-six of Karate Master’s killing moves. Fighting the Karate Master himself would have been much easier, since I could tap into his senses and read his mind. Robots, though ... robots were my nemesis, my weakness.
On top of that, Anders ordered me to fight blindfolded and alone, with no one else in the room. Luckily, my power now reached one hundred meters, and the operating room was within that range. I tapped into one of the staff’s viewpoints and, after a few tense minutes of dodging and timing, eventually managed to knock the robot down.
And finally, there was the paper exam on laws and regulations. As if I wasn’t already exhausted, they sat me down with a stack of papers filled with superhero regulations, guidelines on engagement rules, civilian protection protocols, and legal stuff I never thought I’d need to care about. I barely kept my eyes open long enough to finish the exam. I fell asleep several times in the middle of it, and I’m sure I didn’t get all the answers right. But somehow, I passed the written portion, barely.
And then, the last test, I was dispatched with the team into the real mission, which was my first mission. This was the one I was most nervous about. It wasn’t just about me; it was about how I could function with the team. How could I follow orders and assist them?
It was their regular mission. We were briefed on a raid on another valiant hideout, and our job was to neutralize the threat.
I was placed with Jess and Jordan, entering from the rear entrance while another team handled the frontal assault. Jess was using her telekinesis to clear paths, while Jordan rushed in, eager for close-quarters combat. I provided real-time intel about the perimeter, keeping track of enemy positions and notifying them of threats in the building.
Then, one of our agents was attacked; an enemy villain flew out of nowhere and smashed through the agent’s helicopter. I immediately informed Jess, who seized the falling agent telekinetically in mid-air. His body jerked to a stop, fifteen meters above the pavement, before slowly floating downward to safety.
We moved cautiously inside the building, my stomach turning at the sight of the many corpses littering the floors and hallways. Jordan had already done his part efficiently. I forced myself to look ahead, focusing on the task at hand. Jess floated beside me, her eyes scanning for any threats while she continued clearing obstacles.
We finally reached a large hall, and that’s when the fight began. Villains with powers of their own engaged our team. One had metal armor fused to his body and took several of Jordan’s blows without so much as flinching. Another villain erupted in flames, creating a firewall between us, but Crypto Bro’s combat drones swooped in and blasted him with freezing liquid. Jess and I joined the fray, keeping an eye on everything.
Sydney barked an order. “Jake, clear out the lackeys!” She pointed toward a group of armed thugs who were now trying to retreat, their guns useless against Jess’s telekinetic hold. A large thug lunged toward me, swinging a machete. I dodged his strike easily, my power guiding me with perfect timing, and I set to work taking them down one by one.
Unlike my teammates, I’d never felt wanting to take a life. The idea of it churned my stomach, and every instinct screamed to avoid it. Instead, I relied on a mix of quick strikes, throws, and grapples to incapacitate them. It worked, but it was slow, far slower than just killing them. Eventually, I had all of them down, scattered across the floor like broken dolls.
Suddenly, the upper floor collapsed with a deafening roar as Sydney smashed through the concrete, riding the twisted form of the monster-girl, the villain leader. The creature was grotesque: elongated limbs clicking like insect legs, skin slick with an unnatural sheen, and eyes, too many eyes, rolling wildly in her skull. Sydney’s knee crushed the monster-girl’s ribcage into pulp on impact.
“I yield!” the creature gurgled, black blood bubbling past split lips. “Don’t kill me! Mercy.”
Sydney didn’t hesitate. Her fist crushed the monster-girl’s skull into the cracked concrete with a sickening wet crunch. The thing’s limbs spasmed once, then went still. Black smile seeped from her ruined head, mixing with the dust and debris around us.
I swallowed hard. The monster-girl had surrendered, and yet Sydney had executed her without a second thought. I’d felt the creature’s terror through her senses in that last moment, her mind screaming, pleading for mercy. And now my sister was wiping brain matter off her uniform as she’d just finished swatting a mosquito.
“Why?” The word tore out of me before I could stop it. “She yielded. She...”
“Mercy for monsters is cruelty to innocents,” Sydney said. She wiped the gore from her knuckles. “If I let her walk away, how many more people would die? I’m not taking that risk.”
“We’re not judges,” I shot back, my voice cracking. “Who are we to decide who lives or dies?”
“If she’d beaten me, she’d have done the same,” Sydney said, nudging the corpse with her boot. “The point is I’m the one who’s stronger, and that alone gives me the right to decide.”
I stood there, frozen for a moment. I’d been inside every villain’s head in the building while fighting them, and their feelings had all been linked to me until their final moments. The monster-girl’s emotions weren’t monstrous at all. She looked just like a girl, terrified, begging for her life as Sydney’s shadow blotted out the light. Every single one of them had been afraid of us, of what we could do to them. I could feel their panic, their terror, and their despair as they realized their time had come.
Their emotions hit me all at once: fear, regret, desperation, hatred. They flooded into my mind like a torrent. It was a suffocating mess. But then, just as quickly as it came, the peak of those sensations vanished. The villains were gone, wiped out in an instant by my teammates.
The silence that followed was louder than anything I had ever heard. Who had really been the monster here? I thought to myself.
The cleanup team arrived shortly after, moving methodically as they cleared the building of any remaining threats, secured the area, and took care of the corpses. I could barely watch, still reeling from the flood of emotions I’d just experienced.
Anders called in, his voice calm but sharp as usual. “Jake, report your status.”
I took a slow breath, trying to steady myself. “I’m fine.”
The rest of the team began to assemble. Sydney was already on the comms, discussing mission details with Anders. Jordan wiped blood from his hands, his face unreadable, while Jess walked over to me, her eyes scanning me carefully.
“You good?” she asked, her tone softer than usual.
I didn’t look at her right away. “I’m fine.”
The ride back to the Force base was quiet. Kana-Chan sat next to me, her expression as unreadable as always, her gaze fixed on the window. Then she spoke suddenly. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I answered again.
“Then why do your eyes look just like those of the poor boy I saw in Hiroshima?” she said, still staring out the window.
A Day later, the transition from trainee to active member was finalized.
I was escorted into the War Room, where the entire team and my parents were gathered.
Anders stood at the head of the long table, looking less irritated than usual. He waited until the door sealed shut before making the announcement. “The review board has finalized the data from your examination. Jake,” he nodded at me, “you’ve passed the exam with an excellent score. Effective immediately, you are the sixth official member of the Force’s Second Generation roster.”
A wave of sound broke the silence. Everyone came forward to congratulate me. Jordan offered a surprising nod of respect. Sydney clapped me hard on the shoulder, giving me a smile that said she was proud of her big brother. My parents, standing side-by-side, looked completely overcome. My dad’s chest puffed up with pride, and my mom had tears welling in her eyes.
When the room cleared out, Jess stayed behind, leaning against one of the tactical consoles, her emerald eyes shining with a mischievous light.
“Congrats,” she purred. “But you know what this means, right?”
“Uh, more real mission?” I said, still feeling lightheaded from yesterday’s mission.
“It means we throw a party,” she corrected, sliding her arms around my waist. “We usually throw these parties when something big happens, and it will be a blast. Consider this your warning: this party is going to involve a lot of sex and probably a full-blown orgy. So, prepare for mind-blowing and, of course cock blowing!”
The word ‘orgy’ made me freeze mid-step, but I’d seen everyone naked, fucked with teammates, and fucked more than ten women in the Force Base already. So, I consciously overrode the shock.
“An orgy party?” I repeated, forcing a light tone. “Alright. I’ll try not to be too excited about it!”
Jess must have seen the darkness in my eyes. Her smile faded instantly, replaced by concern. She drew her hands away slowly. “Jake? What is it? You looked ... different after the mission.”
Of course, nobody knows about me witnessing violence and experiencing it from the villains’ dying viewpoint.
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