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No. 86627
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Johnny Storm/Peter Parker, both forced.
Johnny Storm looks bigger with the flames on.
Flames off? He's just some kid. Some spoiled rich kid. Soft hands, soft feet. As Max hauls Johnny's unconscious, limp body next to the spider's, he sees the two heroes are almost identical in frame. Same height. They're a matched set, really, one blond and one brunette. Both ridiculously pretty. Like almost all heroes. So good looking Max could just puke. The women are straight up ridiculous, all pulled straight from some wet dream, fat lips and huge eyes and huge chests and perfect hourglass figures. They all kind of glow, too, all of them, men included, in this clean, pure way. Godly and sweet. It's easy to get obsessed.
Max hadn't really planned this until then, though, until he saw them side by side like that, their smooth, youthful faces, their matched, pink lips parted in sleep. But he has the materials for it. Might as well. He's spent a long time in prison, too much of his life shoved away into uncomfortable, cold corners of society. He's learned to appreciate each moment, enjoy himself as much as he can.
He ties the two of them chest to chest, strips off those tights and maneuvers them into place. It's easy cause they're both pretty small, especially for heroes. There's no way either of them weighs more than one sixty.
Max isn't sure of how this will play out, yet. He's gonna wait for inspiration to hit as it goes along, but he knows he's gonna want to stick something in both of them, get them both squirming and crying and coming, so he goes ahead and lubes both of them up while they're still out.
It's a pretty sight. They're both young and they're both ridiculously fit. Their asses look sculpted, perky and fucking perfect, soft in his hands when he parts their cheeks for a look, arousal throbbing pleasantly as he feels them up, squeezing their plump rears. It's the kind of ass you see in a beer commercial, on display to please that primal, hungry part of a man that wants nothing more than smooth, creamy flesh.
Their thighs are smooth and defined with muscle, slender, and their legs twine together sweetly as Max goes about his work. They huff a little in sleep as he prepares them, squirming, but the bonds don't let them go far.
The Spider wakes up first. He's the stronger of the two, so Max expected as much.
"What?" he asks, blinking awake slowly, sounding irritated, like he expects to be in his bed at home, his only worry that someone's shaking him awake too soon.
Max knows as soon as he remembers what's going on cause he can see him freeze up all over.
"Okay," he says, eyes clearing as he catalogs the situation. He obviously decides it's nothing more serious than his regular run-ins with street level super villains. "Trying to figure out if I should be more worried that you took of my pants or my mask."
"There's no point in doing this if I can't see your face, little spider," Max says. Spider-man's eyes widen, obviously realizing this is a little more serious than usual.
"John. Johnny. Wake up," Spider says, shaking his shoulder, jostling Johnny's limp body along with it.
"Oh, it'll be a while until he comes to," Max says. "That leaves plenty of time for the two of us to play."
Spider-man glares, wriggling against the bonds, testing their strength. Max doesn't bother to stop him, they're not going to break, and even if he's somehow underestimated the spider's strength, the durability of the bonds is easily stronger than the average man's flesh. Spider would never cut clean through Johnny Storm's chest to escape.
He's cute. Spider-man is. This isn't a surprise, those wise cracks can only come from someone who's grown up with girls giggling at their every comment, you know, someone who thinks they're real funny. He's probably got a real cute girlfriend at home, she probably laughs at all of his jokes. He scowls at Max when he gives up escaping the ropes, and that's cute, too, big brown eyes and a tight little pout. The doe-eyed Spider-man mask looks downright spooky in comparison.
Max knows right away what toy he's gonna use, one channeled into his own energy signature. It doesn't look intimidating though, looks more like an egg than a proper dildo.
"Really, Max?" Spider-man asks as Max pulls out the toy. "You've always been one of the better ones. You're really going to throw away everything just to humiliate me?"
"Not just to humiliate you," Max says, smiling, though Spider-man can't see it anymore, as he settles down behind him to slide the toy into place. "To <i>get off</i> on your humiliation."
Spider-man holds his breath at that first push, gritting his teeth, refusing to give anything even as Max yanks it out of grasp.
"It won't hurt," Max says. "I promise."
And it's true, it doesn't hurt. It's designed for pleasure, a clever little toy that vibrates, slowly growing until it's completely filled the little cavern that it's been placed. Then it will pulse every so often, growing and shrinking minutely, giving tingly little bolts of static, something to make the toes curl, the gasps a little higher, a little frightened.
Spider-man has no idea what he's in for, still thinking it's just a plastic little toy as it sits in his hole, buzzing stubbornly against his prostate.
Still, he's sweating already, shaking, eyes closed tight. Max thinks this is the longest period of silence he's ever seen from the spider while conscious. His legs slowly start to spread, then slam shut when he seems to remember that he's not alone, that he's tied firmly to someone else's unconscious body.
"What the hell?" Johnny says sharply, waking up just like that.
"Johnny, I -- " Spider-man breaks off in a moan, his head tilting back. It must've started growing inside him.
Johnny is obviously disturbed, fighting wildly against the bonds, lifting his knees to wedge as much distance between his naked lower half and Spider-man's as possible.
"Even a two-bit lunatic is less pathetic than being a perv, Electro," Johnny says. "What'd you do to Spider-man?"
"You'll find out," Max says, smiling widely.
"What?" Johnny says, no longer trying to keep his distance from his friend, now doing his best to squirm away from Max's touch, but there's nowhere for him to go.
There's a soft little wet sound as Max pushes the toy inside and he smiles, listening to Johnny's scared, shocked little intakes of breath.
This is much better than the Spider, there's no filter, he's obviously never been touched like this before. Sheltered little thing. Spider-man's been a one man team, fighting some of the worst scum on the street all on his own. Johnny's always had his big sister, her husband, his friend, their piles of money, throwing themselves ahead of him, protecting him.
Max pats Johnny's ass in a comforting fashion, smiling when he squirms, lodging the toy even deeper.
"This - <i>ah!</i>" Johnny cries, blindsided by the sensation of something bumping purposefully against his prostate. "Oh," he moans, quieter, hips already moving beyond his control. He ends up pressing into Spider-man, who echoes the moan, an overwhelming tide of pleasure washing over him when their erections press together, Johnny's inexperienced fumbling knocking control from both of their grasps. Max watches them writhe together needfully, their pale, smooth skin already slick with sweat, looking dewy and sweet, their pink mouths wet as they cry out together.
Fantastic.
"Ah-- ah, fuck, Pete," Johnny cries out shamelessly, he's tearing up. "It's getting - it's bigger, oh - fuck -"
Spider is speaking quietly to his friend, trying to coach him through it. "It's okay, Matchstick," he says, directly into Johnny's ear, his own voice shaking.
They're both openly grinding now, against each other, sweet, needy little rolls of their hips. Johnny's hiding his face in the Spider's shoulder, his moans growing.
Despite being woken up later, Johnny comes first, sounding surprised about it in a sharp little gasp, humping it out against Spider-man, who bares it with eyes closed tight, his mouth open, slack in awe.
"Pete," he sobs quietly in the aftermath, like an apology? Like he's asking Spider-man - Peter? - to stop it from happening again? It gives Max an idea, though.
"I have a deal for you boys," Max says. They both turn to glare at him. Cheeks bright pink, eyes wet, pupils blown, it's quite the sight. He smiles, stroking himself openly. "I can make this easier for you," Max says. "If you do something for me. A little performance."
"Fuck off," Johnny growls. But it's weak. The thing in him is still growing, still buzzing. He's parting his legs, as if this will help him take in that massive girth. His cock is already twitching, and it won't be long until he's hard again.
"What do you want?" Peter asks. It sounds a little more dangerous, and that's probably because he's still tense, he hasn't come yet, cock still dark and fat.
"Oh, it's a painless, easy thing," Max says. "But the two of you look so pretty together, you know? When you were rubbing against each other - that was beautiful. Wonderful job, Johnny."
Johnny eyes go wide with guilt, but it's gone in a second, replaced with a scowl, which he quickly hides, dropping his head behind Peter's.
"But I'd like to see it go a little further," says Max. "Why don't the two of you touch a little more."
"We can't," Johnny snarls.
"You kind of tied us up. And then raped us," Peter says. This is breathless, and Max can see little twitches of his hips, trying desperately to keep still. He probably hates himself for it, but can't help but being a little disappointed that Johnny's no longer rubbing against him like a cat in heat.
"Yes, but your lips are free," Max says. "Go on, give me a little show and I'll put an end to this."
Johnny glares, obviously not quite cottoning on to Max's demand until Peter leans forward. It's an innocent kiss, which is actually better than Max could've hoped. There's something about how chaste and precious it is that speaks to the entire scene, their innocent, helpless wriggling.
They kiss a few more times, little pecks, continually looking up at Max to make sure this is what he's after.
"Add some tongue," Max says after a moment. They pause, can't seem to look at one another as they go back in. Slower this time, deeper, little licks as they open their mouths reluctantly. Peter can't take it anymore, he's rutting up against Johnny's hip, and the kiss grows deeper, one of them moaning softly and Max really isn't sure which. Johnny's hard again, hips moving against Peter's in sharp little spasms. "Very nice, boys."
"Okay - okay, now let us go," Peter says, voice tight and high.
"No," Max says. "I'd said I'd put an end to this. Not that you'd be getting free."
Johnny actually cries out at that, and the sound? The desperation of it? Max doesn't know, but something finally sets Peter off and he moans loudly, coming so hard that he actually rolls on top of Johnny, rutting down onto him, his hips snapping in determination, as if he's actually spilling his seed in a hole, not just spraying it all over Johnny Storm's trembling stomach.
Johnny answers Peter's moan with one of his own, rocking his hips up against Peter's weight and coming <i>again</i>?
"Ah," Johnny pants, sounding completely wrecked by that orgasm, weak and shaky, but the toy in him doesn't care, still moving, possibly still growing. "Pete," he sobs again. Peter answers him with another kiss, deep and wet.
"Goodness, I hate to go, knowing what I'm going to be missing but I must be off," Max says. It won't take long for the rest of the Fantastic Four to realize their youngest hadn't made it home yet. "But before I go, I'll give you your prize, of course."
He'd chosen this warehouse months ago, set in the wires for detonation and all that's left is to rig the timer.
"Three hours until the whole building explodes to dust. But I've guaranteed you a lovely last three hours, at least," he says. "Give my love to Susan, should you survive."
Of course he watches. Every villain watches. Camped three miles away, he watches his surveillance cameras and he was wrong. It's not the Fantastic Four that goes looking first, it's the Avengers. Captain America kicks down the doors, Iron Man disables the bomb, and Max finally jerks off to this, to Peter's - Spider-man's - crippling embarrassment, the tears he finally allows to fall, smile finally wiped off that face.
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