Male Lead The New World of SwapTech chapter 7 by deleted_user

Mark's hand trembled as he snatched the remote from the coffee table, his cock still throbbing from the show Lisa had just put on. The screen flickered erratically, the alien battlefield a mess of glitching pixels and looping explosions, Nova—Lisa—floating there with her suit half-ripped, breasts heaving, a satisfied glow in her eyes that screamed come play.

He aimed at the corner of the screen where Talon, the brooding super-soldier male lead, was pinned under a slab of obsidian rubble. Talon: mid-40s, ripped like a Greek god crossed with a tank, scars crisscrossing his bare chest under tactical armor that clung to every muscle. Short-cropped hair, jaw like a chisel, and eyes that burned with unyielding determination—or at least, that's what the script called for.

Mark pressed the red button.

Flash. Whiteout. His living room vanished.

Suddenly, he was there. Crushed under the weight of stone, lungs burning from acrid smoke, every inch of his—Talon's—body screaming with enhanced strength straining against the debris. But beneath the pain, holy fuck, the power. Muscles like coiled steel cables, cock half-hard from the adrenaline (or was that the script's unresolved tension with Nova?), balls heavy and full, swinging free under the shredded pants as he shoved the rubble aside with a grunt.

"Lisa?" His voice boomed out, deeper, gravelly—Talon's voice, edged with that heroic rasp.

Nova turned, her glowing eyes locking on him. The glitches worsened—sky fracturing into digital shards—as she floated closer, suit still open, tits bouncing with each ethereal step. "Mark? Fuck, you feel that body yet? All that testosterone pumping?"

He stood, flexing, feeling the rush of super-serum blood flooding his veins, making his dick twitch harder. The plot tried to yank him toward the flagship, but Lisa's deviation had already warped it. Enemy drones swarmed erratically, firing in stuttered bursts.

Mark—in Talon—grinned. "Yeah. Let's team up. Properly."

Nova's hand slid down his armored chest, fingers tracing the bulge in his pants. "Show me what that cock can do in zero-G."

The world glitched harder, reality bending as they collided.