The Clinic Chapter 1: Volunteers are Hard to Find
This is a fan fiction.
If you've read any of my previous stories, you'll know I'm a DC guy, and have been since The New Teen Titans. But I have to admit that the Marvel Cinematic Universe has produced some outstanding male heroes that it would be a crime not to fantasize about.
All characters depicted in it belong to and are trademarked and copyrighted by Marvel Comics and/or its subsidiaries. I am not related to the company and make no claim of ownership over the characters. This story should in no way be considered a true representation of the true sexuality of either the actors or the characters.
As a matter of completeness, I imagine Alf and Shadow being played by Kink.com's Sebastian Keys and Christian Wilde.
The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If that offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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"Oh, Peter," Steve Rogers, Captain America, said, "What did I tell you about playing around on the job?"
The gagged Spiderman, Peter Parker, was hanging, belly down, from a fire escape in an alley in a disreputable neighborhood-- just the place a nice boy like Peter should know to avoid. Glistening black rope held his body spreadeagled, and the rope-master, whoever he was, had indulged his creative side by crisscrossing Spidey's body with a macrame mesh of the same rope, making sure the ropes pressed into his young flesh so as to draw attention to some of his more erotic assets.
"Well, I suppose it's up to me to get you down from there."
As Cap approached the suspended junior hero, the young man thrashed and struggled to quack out a warning—but the cocksure Cap was, as usual, oblivious.
"Wow," Cap said as he examined Spidey's bonds, "What the hell is this rope made out of? I mean, if I didn't know he was off planet, I say you'd been caught by Venom. And how did it get INSIDE your costume?"
"Mrr! Mrr!" the young hero tried to yell. Spidey was staring over Cap's shoulder where his captors were now stepping out of the shadows.
The man in the lab coat nodded to his companion, a guy got up in a black bodysuit who snuck up close to Cap and, as Spidey went as ballistic as he could, tossed a ball of dark something at the free hero. The ball stretched out, resolving into a net, and Cap suddenly found himself struggling against strong black ropes like those that held Spidey. It might not have been Venom, but the results were nearly the same. The blue-suited hero, champion of all that was right and good, fought bravely, but in the end he was overwhelmed and fell to the ground as the net drew close about his muscular body and immobilized him. The net further resolved itself into strands like the ropes holding Spidey prisoner, strands that wove themselves, almost as if they were being guided by some intelligence, to highlight Cap's pecs, his abs, and the bulge of his cock and balls. In the back a strand wedged itself between Cap's firm buttocks making them stand out even more than they usually did, and one final tentacle forced itself past Cap's jaws to make a gag like the one that had kept Spidey from giving the alarm.
"Upsy-daisy," Lab Coat taunted America's hero, and Cap felt himself being lifted, horizontal, spread, and belly down, into the air. The man in the catsuit pushed on one of Cap's legs and sent him spinning around, absolutely disorienting the hunk.
"Round and round we go, Cap," Lab Coat taunted as the hero spun wildly, but he finally stopped him facing Spidey who had `Dude, I tried to tell you' written all over his face.
"Welcome to the club, boys," Lab Coat said.
Cap had no idea how the man was controlling the net—if he was-- but the unbreakable mesh now pulled him upright so that he found himself face to face with young Peter. Lab Coat did something, and several strands insinuated themselves under Cap's costume and made for his erogenous zones. Two started tickling his nipples, and two more slid over his ears (a kink he didn't usually tell people about). Fuck, he realized, he was being worked over the same way Spidey had been
"Grrgh!" Cap growled. He could deal with being captured, but not humiliated, let alone humiliated in so blatantly sexual a way.
More strands joined in to explore the full erotic potential of the heroes' bodies, and Lab Coat stepped up to join in the fun by copping a feel of Spidey's bulge.
"Shadow, try this out on Cap there. I bet he's so pure he's never had his junk groped by another guy."
Shadow, the one in the catsuit, cupped Cap's balls and then used his palm to rub the length of Cap's little America.
"Hard, but he could be harder. Alf, can we make him harder?"
"That's definitely what Doc asked us to do, so I guess we should get to it."
The net exuded strands about the heroes' bulges, drawing the material of their costumes so tight that nothing was left to the imagination. Their balls were lifted and separated before strands between them and the pubis pulled tight, forcing the heroes' baby makers away from their bodies. Inside their costumes, another strand encircled the base of their shafts and pulled tight, forming a live (?) cock-ring of sorts.
"Urhg!" Cap protested while Spidey gasped, "Angh!"
"Mmmm. Delectable," Alf said, and he and Shadow ran teasing fingers up and down the now seriously obvious fuck-meat.
Two hero cocks, previously tumescent, now grew painfully erect distending their costumes so far that it should have torn through.
"Now to complete the interview," Alf was smiling wickedly.
Separate tendrils now worked their ways towards the heroes' virgin asses. Cap knew exactly how his captors meant to complete their `interview' and clenched his anal sphincter tight, fighting against being penetrated. He fought valiantly, and so did Spidey, but in the end a moment's distraction proved to be enough for the tendrils to insinuate their way past the guardian muscles. Thickening into fully fledged pornamation tentacles, these now proceeded with the inevitable ass rape.
"Mrrrrghhhh!" groaned Cap as his guts were rearranged.
"Mreeeeee!" Spidey squealed as his ass was forced further open than he'd ever imagined it could be.
Eyes wide in terror (and just a smidge of excitement) Cap and Spidey watched as the other's body was violated with his traitor cock responding. (The advantage of dark blue uniforms was that the stains of precum around their cockheads was all but invisible.) At the same time, each man knew his own body was responding in much the same way to his personal anal violation. Cap's balls, already on simmer, went to full boil and his body demanded release. The more the tentacle fucked the hero's cunt, the more desperate he became.
"Nice," said Alf as he ran two fingers along Spidey's erection, "I had a feeling you boys would take to some seriously hard ass-play. Now, I want to see what you can do with your mouths.
The tentacle gags pulled out and quickly transformed into tentacle cocks right before their eyes.
"No!" Cap tried to yell, but his jaw hurt from the unnatural position it had been forced to assume. Meanwhile, two tentacles forced his jaws open, and the tentacle cock forced its way inside and started to rape the hero's mouth.
"Mmmmmf!"
Cap and Spidey (who had been violated the same way) tried to protest. Instead, their gag reflex got triggered, and they retched up onto the ersatz penises. Not that the tentacle cocks cared. They kept on pumping, and after a while the heroes found they had no alternative but to surrender to the rhythm of their oral rape.
"Look't them go, Shadow!" Alf said. "You'd think they'd been ass-whores and cocksuckers all their lives."
"I've heard stories about Xavier and his `school'. Hey, you think there's any chance we could get a shot at fucking those asses with real flesh-and-blood cock?" Shadow asked, rubbing at his own obvious hard-on.
"Not a chance. Doc doesn't want to risk his `volunteers' imprinting on the staff."
"Well, I suppose he makes the rules," Shadow sighed.
"And don't you forget it," Alf said, "But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun. You still got that special knife—the one that can cut hero costume fabric?"
"Right here," Shadow said as he pulled a dagger from his right boot.
"Excellent. Make a long slit alongside these boys' hard-ons."
The supposedly impenetrable costume fabric parted, and Cap and Spidey's endowments sprang out, hard and proud.
"Now, grab yourself a handful of that hero-meat and start pumping," Alf laughed.
"Hell yeah," Shadow said, taking a hold on Cap's precum-slick shaft, "Doc didn't say anything about not giving the new meat hand jobs!"
The captors teasing jerked the heroes' cocks, taking time as they did so to identify all the heroes' personal turn-on spots as they urged the captives closer and closer to orgasm.
Suddenly Cap gasped, and his body tensed.
"Get the sampler on him, now," Alf yelled.
Shadow slid the suction bulb of some bizarre device over Cap's cockhead that was even now ready to blow, and Alf followed suit, anticipating that Spidey would give up his load the minute he saw Cap give up his cum.
"Do it, boys," Alf cried, and the two studs, fucked in every hole and teased with subtle frenulum work, thrashed through an intense orgasm. Their cocks, swollen so much that they were almost ready to burst the skin of their shafts, leapt and pulsed and the collection bulbs filled with jizz.
"Mrrrrrggggghhhhh!" the heroes cried out around the tentacle cocks that were still fucking their throats.
Cap had no idea where his captors had gotten their tech, but the collection cup expanded to accommodate every fluid ounce of his ejaculate. When his cock subsided at last, he and Spidey hung limply in their bondage, while Alf tested the samples with a handheld analyzer.
"Good volume, and high potency," Alf said as Shadow kissed Cap's cheek and nibbled at his ear as the tentacle cock reverted to a simple ball gag. "Well within Doc's expectations. They'll do just fine in the Clinic. Now we just shoot them up with a dose of BLUBALLS and wrap them up for delivery to the training facility."
Hypodermics were produced and a dose of the unknown drug was administered straight into their balls. Shadow licked Cap's ear as the hero gasped at the pain and forced a kiss on the stud once the syringe was removed. Under that kiss, Shadow could feel the hero slowly but surely slide into quiescence.
"You know, Alf," the villain said as the limp heroes were lowered to the ground and the ropes put them into an expert hog-tie, "This was a lot easier than I expected it would be."
"Easy for us, maybe," Alf said, but for these two..."
"I guess they did have it `hard'" Shadow laughed as an unmarked ambulance pulled into the alley.
"You've got that right," Alf snickered, "And if they only knew how much `hard' lay in their immediate future... Well, I don't envy them."
A couple of paramedics jumped out and between them, Alf, and Shadow, the heroes found themselves unceremoniously tossed in the back of the ambulance and spirited away.