Because I am... 2 (Patreon)

It was honestly a bit surprising, the world and life I’d woken up in, for my second chance at life. I’d seen some of a show that reminded me of the life I’d woken up in, I recognized Vought and a few of the names I was made to learn, but by and large I didn’t recognize most of what my ‘childhood’ education had consisted of.

Early on I figured out that I’d woken up in the body of Homelander, or rather, the body of toddler Homelander. Potty training all over again, what fun. About the only bright side was the fact that Vought seemed to be using some sort of rapid aging thingamajiggy, no clue if it was something edited into my genes when they were making me, some serum they included when my incubator was flooded with Compound V 24/7 until I was born, or if one of the people I met with regularly had some sort of aging power.

Regardless of how it was done, I was paraded out in front of crowds of reporters less than five years after I had my realization about just whose body I was in. Not as a sidekick or a kid hero, or anything like that. In those five years, I’d rapidly aged to the point that I looked to be in my twenties.

I did the whole dog and pony show, rehearsed for hours beforehand before Vought was willing to let me come out and play. So I did it, back straight, chest out, the whole shebang. I felt like an idiot, but the approved press seemed to eat it all up, so I guess it was a win?

That done, I was introduced to some of the movers and shakers I’d been taught about during my education. Specifically, the organization that, contrary to the source material I was familiar with, could absolutely crush all of Vought Industries in the blink of an eye: The Global Defence Agency. I had never heard of the organization prior to my rebirth here, and I’m pretty sure that if they had existed in the world of The Boys, the original Homelander never would have been quite so batshit insane.

I didn’t meet with the head of the GDA, despite being billed as the face of Vought’s superheroes I wasn’t that important yet, instead meeting with a right ranking pencil pusher who for some reason reminded me of Bobby Hill if he wore glasses. Irregardless of who he resembled, his presence was a blessing, really. Vought wanted to have me out in the field immediately, despite the fact that I’d had barely any socialization or interactions with other people, supers or otherwise.

There was a hostage situation that Vought wanted to send me in on, some chemical plant or another, but the GDA man overruled the over eager bean counters. Instead a member of the GDA’s superteam, the Guardians of the Globe, was sent in. This Red Rush had the entire incident solved in quite literally less than a blink.

Things were tense between the GDA and Vought, but someone eventually had a suggestion of some cross group training. Which was how I met one of the men who, I later learned, could be considered my ‘father’.

“Homelander, welcome to Guardians Headquarters,” the Immortal greeted me as I took a moment to adjust to the odd sensation of teleportation. “Don’t worry, the sensation only lasts a few seconds.”

“Uh, thanks,” I said, rubbing my head and trying my best to ignore the sense of vertigo. I could fly faster than sound without so much as a flip in my stomach, I wasn’t exactly used to dealing with vertigo. Taking a breath, I forced myself to stand straight, looking at the Guardians and saying, “It is an honor.”

The Immortal smiled, taking a step forward and shaking my hand. He was a hair taller than me, and had a broader build as well. I wasn't a beanpole, but I was certainly leaner than both him and Black Samson. The rest of the Guardians were also present, and introductions went quickly.

After introductions came something I’d been looking forward to: sparring with the members of the Guardians of the Globe. First up was Darkwing, the one member who relied entirely on gadgets and technology. It was...interesting.

It wasn't that I didn't learn anything, I'd already known that normal humans were a lot more fragile than I was, but I hadn't realized quite how much. Honestly if I hadn't been paying close attention to my own body, I wouldn't have realized just how much I was instinctively holding back. So little effort and force sent him flying back across the ring…

Beyond that, well...nothing he had on him could do any serious damage to me. I could hit harder, move faster, and dodge better than he could, which made for an interesting match. He was also a good sport about it, and even though I beat him easily, he didn't complain when I offered to shake hands afterwards.

Next up was Aquarius, king of Atlantis and a hydrokinetic. He didn't move around nearly as much as Darkwing did, but his blasts of water just didn't hit hard enough to do more than stagger me. That was without using my heat vision to turn his water into steam before it could reach me.

“How much control do you have over the shape and compression of your water? Can you make blades or solid shapes out of it?” I asked after our bout.

He chuckled, “You aren’t the first to ask, and sadly no. Not on land, that is. In the sea, I have more control and am capable of greater finesse.”

Unfortunate, but far from the worst drawback to a power I’d seen. Most of the supes I’d met working for Vought had drawbacks that were, if not crippling, extremely inconvenient. By far the most common was those with super strength having difficulty scaling their strength down to deal with normal people.

Martian Man was next, who was supposedly an actual alien. Not sure I believed that story, because Vought had been thinking about advertising me as an alien before it was scrapped, but nevertheless, he was weird to spar against. I’d had some martial art training, not a lot on account of the fact that I’d been aged at about five times the normal human rate so my body changed too quickly for it to really stick, but all of that was geared with the assumption that my opponent’s body wouldn’t shift midfight.

In less than a minute, he’d had me bound and restrained, and as his mass constricted around me, I asked, “What’s the maximum force you can exert like this?”

The rest of the Guardians seemed surprised at how easily I was handling being restrained like this, but I'd been expecting it, given how it was one of Martian Man's go to tactics. Plus, if he was strong enough to put me under, then I needed to know.

There was a slight tightening, before he unwound himself and said, “About twice that. I must admit I am surprised, even most humans with enhanced strength would have had difficulty breathing at that point, but your chest expanded easily.”

I blinked, humans had trouble with that? Looking at him in surprise, I said, “To be honest, the most difficult part of that was a newfound worry that I’d be too strong and hurt you by accident. I haven’t interacted with very many people that didn’t have high levels of super strength and durability, and my spar with Darkwing made me realize just how vast the gulf is.”

“I think perhaps we should shift our approach,” Immortal said as my words were processed by the Guardians. “What’s the hardest you can punch?”

“I don’t have the numbers, but when the eggheads at Vought were running tests and had me punch a machine to get a read on it,” I paused to remember the conversation I’d overheard a few weeks back. “I think they said something about ‘red mist’. My guess is that they were talking about what a full punch from me would do to a human.”

Immortal and I saw a light form appear next to him. A moment later, the man was standing there, looking at me in suspicion.

“So you’re Edgar’s project he’s been working on these last few years,” the man, older with a serious scar on his face, mused, walking up and looking me over. “Figured you’d look younger, but regardless, I have business to discuss with the Guardians. You’ll have to continue this later.”

“Cecil-” I heard War Woman say before the same vertigo-sensation from the earlier teleportation overcame me.

“I hate teleportation,” I muttered once I regained my balance.

Over the next few weeks, in between putting on appearances for Vought and working with GDA heroes on various crises, I’d get in some training with and against various other heroes. The only one I’d met so far who was actually stronger than me was the one called Omni-Man. I didn’t interact with him much, only two sessions in as many months, but I won’t forget the look of shock on his face when I did exactly what he said and punched him as hard as I could.

The one I ended up sparring the most with was the Guardians, specifically War Woman. After six months of regular sparring, well…

Blue eyes set in olive tan skin looked up at me, as her tongue lavished attention along the length of my cock. I groaned, thrusting into the warm mouth and enjoying the sensation of the soft lips sliding across me. She pulled away after a few moments, looking up at me with smokey eyes.

“I wouldn’t do this for just anyone,” she said, her hand pumping my length. “Only for someone special. Someone strong enough to really push me.”

She leaned down, taking into her mouth, and my head fell back, the sensation better than I could have imagined (I'd been a virgin even before I'd gotten a second chance at life). Her head bobbed a few times, before she drew back, sucking gently on my tip, before moving to the base.

She sucked hard on my balls, pulling them in with her teeth, and licking up the shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. I felt myself growing larger inside her mouth, my pulse quickening in anticipation, and she smiled up at me, before releasing me from her mouth, and taking me deep into her throat.

My body tensed, my muscles clenching, and I gasped, my cock throbbing in her mouth. I shot ropes of cum down her throat, the hot liquid filling her up. She laughed, pulling back, catching more of my cum as she did so, and swallowing. I watched as she swallowed again, before giving me an amused smile and wiping her lips clean with a finger.

“I recommend incorporating more fruit into your diet, if you want this to be a regular thing,” she said, standing up and pushing her leggings down.

Straddling my hips, she put her hands on my chest, rubbing her pussy against the underside of my length. She didn’t lift her hips, merely grinding for a time. I was back at full mast in the space of a blink.

“Holly,” I murmured, my bar hands coming to rest against her hips.

“I’ll teach you how to properly please a woman in the future,” she said after a minute, looking down at me. Then she lifted herself up slightly with her legs, taking my dick in hand and guiding it to her core. “For now, just lay back and enjoy it.”

I did as she instructed, closing my eyes, and savoring the feel of her pussy as, inch by inch, she sank down, enveloping me within her. Unable to resist, I moaned, leaning my head back, my hands roaming over her firm ass, squeezing and kneading the round globes, my fingers sinking into her flesh.

War Woman, Holly, had told me to enjoy it, but it was taking everything I had to avoid erupting before she even got the entirety of my cock inside her! Holly's hands left my chest, and she slid her hips forward, riding me slowly. Her hair brushed against my face, and I could feel her breath on my cheek, the tip of a tongue licking my jawline.

“It’s okay, John,” she whispered. “I’m not expecting perfection from you. Let go, cum for me.”

Her words were all the encouragement I needed. My hands tightened on her ass, my fingers digging into her cheeks, and I began bucking my hips, fucking her. She shuddered, shuddering, and then I felt her tighten around me, and I let go, my orgasm washing through me, making me jerk, spasm, and finally spill my seed inside her.

She stayed impaled on me, her arms wrapped around me, and we stayed like that until our orgasms subsided.

I didn’t learn until years later, after I’d gotten her pregnant with our child, that when Vought was choosing supes to use as the base genetic material for me, she was one of the supes used. Meaning that, in a way, I lost my virginity to my mother.