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Oh, you had so much fun with Spider-Man.
That guy was like an animal. A big, dumb animal. He was a force to be reckoned with in combat, but that’s only if he managed to get that close. With every massive heist you pulled off he came within seconds of catching you, and every time, you outsmarted him. Even through that mask you could see the rage that bubbled up in him every time you darted just shy of his claws. You liked to hide in the rafters for a while after every time he almost got you, just so you could hear him yell in anger, watch him punch a wall or knock something over. One memorable time you waited until he was alone, watched him take off his mask and run his hands through his hair— what you saw that day was the face of a broken man, and ever since then, you’ve upped the audacity of your jobs just to see more glimpses of Spider-Man’s total ruination.
The pigs couldn’t wrap their heads around it. You’d begun to act like you were invincible. They should’ve caught you by now. Spider-Man should’ve caught you. But you got the last laugh every single time.
Looking back, it was probably the laughter that he heard from so far away, that led him to the alley you’d ducked into to catch your breath and savor the adrenaline of getting away with it once again. You couldn’t help laughing like a maniac, taking off your mask and leaning on a dumpster to get some air in your hysterical lungs.
You’d just got a deep breath into them when a massive force knocked it right back out. Something heavy slammed into your back, and before you knew it a big hand was shoving your face onto the grimy cement. For a moment all you can hear is panting and the thunder of your own heart in your ears, until a warm, gruff, familiar voice speaks from above you.
“I knew I’d find you. I knew it.”
Survival instinct hit you all at once. You kicked. You writhed. You screamed, you bit, you fought for your goddamn life.
But it wasn’t a battle of wits, it was a battle of strength. And you never had a chance in Hell against Spider-Man.
”Stay the fuck down if you know what’s good for you,” he snarled. “You think the cops’ll care if I beat your ass to death right now? Stomp your pretty little head on the curb? You’re a fucking criminal. They won’t help you. No one’s gonna help you.”
Maybe this is what you had coming to you. You got cocky. You laughed at Spider-Man’s torment. Of course you’d get caught eventually.
”Look, just— just turn me in. You got me fair and square, man. I’ll go quietly.”
The laugh that came down from above you made you shudder. That is not the sound of a man thinking clearly.
”That’s cute, kid. Real cute. You think I’m just handing you over?” He leaned in, his hot breath hitting your ear with every word. “After all the times you made me look like an idiot to the whole city? No. No, I’m getting what’s mine.”
He flipped you over onto your back and pinned you under his knees. Looking up you saw straight into a pair of dark, wild eyes. No mask, no hero, no moral code. Just a man who hates you more than anyone or anything in the world.
And he smiled. Like a fox in a rabbit hutch, with sharp teeth to match.
”I’m sorry,” you said, “please don’t hurt me.” As if that made up for anything.
The man grabbed you by the hair.
”Oh, you’ll be fucking sorry, kid. I’ll show you sorry. You know how many times I had to explain to the cops why I lost you? You know how many times they laughed in my face for saying they had the profile wrong? I knew you were a girl. They thought I was crazy, but I knew. You know how humiliating it is to lose over and over to some chick with sticky fingers?”
Spider-Man ground your head into the pavement.
”I’m sorry, I’ll- I’ll never steal again, I’ll plead guilty, just stop—!”
”Shut your mouth,” he bellowed. “I caught you, you little shit. I won. And I’m gonna savor it.”
You closed your eyes and said a little mental prayer to every god ever written down to please, please spare your life. But that’s not what Spider-Man was after. He grabbed your hair and lifted your head off the pavement, and you braced yourself to feel it slam back down. But he pulled you up higher, and closer, and suddenly your face was smothered in something warm. The fabric of his suit muffled your scream when you realized he was shoving your head into his crotch. He rubbed your face in it a little, then dropped your head back to the pavement so you could catch your breath. The look on his face was so smug you wanted to kill him.
”You— you— what the fuck? That’s disgusting!”
“Cállate.”
He shoved you in again, rubbing your nose into his bulge. And it was quite a bulge. That suit is tight and you could see it even before you got this close— the man is hung, you’ll give him that. But just because he’s got a big dick, doesn’t mean you wanted it literally rubbed in your face. Your options for fighting back were limited, but you’ve got a set of jaws at least, and you managed to sink them into the muscle of his thigh. He yelled out in surprise, yanking you back.
”You better not do that again, or I’ll get your dick next time,” you said. Spider-Man just laughed.
”Feisty little bitch. I didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice.”
He leaned down, still holding a death-grip in your hair, his breath and his rough lips caressing your neck.
For a second, it felt good. Then the teeth sank in.
Something started dripping out of them. He was putting something in your blood.
He let you scream yourself hoarse until he finished, pulling his fangs out and wiping the blood from his mouth.
”Go ahead, scream all you want. Nobody’s gonna hear you all the way out here, no one but me. That’s why you ran here in the first place, right? You’re a smart kid.” Your toes and fingertips started to tingle, then go numb. Then your legs, then your arms, and all the way up your body until finally your screaming dulled to a strained whine. You couldn’t move. Panic set in, but there was nowhere for it to go. You couldn’t fight, you couldn’t beg, your body couldn’t even shake with terror. You could only whimper and blink the tears out of your eyes.
”There we go. Nice and quiet. That’s better.”
The weight of Spider-Man’s knees on your body let up, not that it made any difference. He tapped a button on his wrist and the bottom half of his suit dematerialized, leaving his strong legs and core naked.
You noticed a few things. The first was that he went commando under there. The second was that he was very, very big. The third was that trying to scream harder only made your throat hurt. Your tears flowed, dripping down your cheeks and into your ears and hair, pooling on either side of your head. You wanted to say no, please no, but all you could do is make squeaky little sounds that only made him laugh.
”What, you scared? It’s big, isn’t it? Bet you’ve never seen one like that. This is what a real man’s cock looks like, little girl.” He laid his thick, heavy cock on your face. It was almost as long as your head. The smell of sweat hit your nose, pungent and musky after the hours he spent chasing you down in that tight suit. It’s disgusting. It made you want to throw up. But even your gag reflex was shut down now.
Spider-Man moved his hips and his balls smacked against your face. He lifted you by the hair again and dragged them all over you. Even in proportion to his dick, they’re pretty big, and covered in dark curls of hair that made the smell of sweat cling all the more. You burned with humiliation as he rubbed that scent all over your face, covering your skin with his musk so that even when he let you go, you could smell him. It’s a strong smell, a combination of salt and spice and masculinity. You might not mind it so much under different circumstances. But when a man is rubbing his sweaty balls on your face while you’re helpless to stop him, it’s hard to enjoy any part of it.
”You like that? Was this worth all the trouble you gave me, huh?” He was teabagging you like a douchey teen boy would in a video game, all the smugness and sadism that comes with it. He knew you fucking hated this— that’s what made it so good. He pressed your nose to the base of his cock, right up against his balls, and held it there. You breathed through your mouth as much as you could, but the scent still got in. It’s inescapable, consuming the air with his musk and making your head spin.
“You think you’re smart, don’t you? You got pretty brave with those last few jobs. Bet you’re not so confident now, sniffing my nuts like a bitch.” He moved his hips so his balls slapped your face. It hurt more than you expected. They’re big and heavy, and the coarse hair scratches your cheeks.
”Hey, how much can you do with your mouth right now, kid?” He ignored your whines and frantic blinking, dropping his balls in your slack mouth with a pleasured sigh of ay, Dios. Unable to resist, your lips stretched to accommodate them, letting his heavy sack fill your mouth with the pungent taste of his sweat. He took his cock in hand, now hard and even bigger than before, and smacked it on your face a few times. “C’mon, I want to see what that mouth can do when you’re paralyzed. Suck ‘em for me.”
When you didn’t even try, he slapped you with his cock again. It hit with a powerful thud, as you’d expect from something that size. It definitely stung and you wouldn’t be surprised if it left a mark, the print of his cock outlined on your cheek. You made a feeble attempt at sucking, just to get him to stop. Your paralyzed lips couldn’t do much, but he sighed with pleasure.
”There you go, kid. Suck ‘em nice and gentle. If I feel any teeth, I’m snapping that fucking neck, so you’d better behave.”
It’s not like you had much of a choice. But at least he stopped slapping you with his cock, instead rubbing it against your face. He wrapped a bit of your hair around the tip, stroking it slow and steady. Sticky precum dripped into your hair, but you would’ve had to take a few showers once you got home anyway.
As soon as you got distracted, he smacked you with his dick again, reminding you to suck as hard as your weak, paralyzed body could manage.
”Yeah, that’s it, that’s it. You love it, don’t you? You know how to worship a man.” When you eked out a louder sound than usual, he laughed. “Don’t lie to yourself, little girl. I’m not seeing any of those tears anymore since you got my balls in your mouth.”
Your eyes widened as those words set in. You stopped crying. When did you stop crying? Your mind was fuzzy. You told yourself it’s the venom, or maybe your brain trying to ease the trauma, but something made you feel a little less scared. A little more peaceful. You tried to figure out why, but that only distracted you from working on his balls and earned you another slap.
It’s probably best not to think about it, anyway. Right?
The man above you suddenly withdrew from your mouth and turned around to face the other way. He got into a plank with his knees on the ground, one hand supporting him, while the other tilted your chin up towards him. The tip of his cock nudged against your lips.
”Keep sucking.” That’s all the warning he gave you before his hips slammed down against your face. His balls slapped you over and over. With all your reflexes frozen, you didn’t even gag when he forces it down your throat. It’s the first time in your life you’d taken something that big that deep.
”Oh, que apretada. So tight. If your mouth can take a cock this good, I bet that pussy’s something else, huh? Whore.” He fucked your throat like a toy, and it practically was. In that state, functionally, you’re not much more than an object. Your throat took him willingly and your body couldn’t resist anything he did, even when he took his hand off your chin to start squeezing your breasts. “You’ve got cute tits, girly. If I were you, I’d show them off more. You wouldn’t have to try so hard to get away from the cops. Just flash them for a second, and they’d let you walk away.” He pulled your shirt up to watch them bounce while he kept thrusting into your face. He didn’t bother reaching under you to unhook your bra, just yanked it down so hard one of the straps snapped. His fingers pinched at one of your nipples, then he put his whole huge palm on your chest and squeezed. With your body giving no resistance and your brain half-numb, nothing stopped you from liking the feeling of a massive hand playing with your breasts. Your world got a little hazier, and hazier, and you thought you might be forgetting to breathe, until…
you gasped in a breath and felt a twitch in the back of your throat. On his next thrust, you felt another. Then another. Soon the venom had worn off enough that you choked around the huge cock invading your throat, again and again, while the beast above you ignored your struggles. You lifted a shaky hand, inch by inch, and with all the strength left in you, tapped his forearm. He groaned and pulled out, leaving you to cough and hack on the ground.
”Back already, huh? I thought the effects would last longer in a weak little bitch like you.” While you fought for breath, Spider-Man looked down at you and shook his head in disapproval. “Couldn’t even keep your slutty throat loose long enough to get me off. Fucking useless.”
He smacked you with his cock again.
”You’re gonna finish me off, okay? You’re gonna make me feel good. Good girls don’t let a man go with blue balls. And they don’t put their teeth places they don’t belong, either. Understand?”
The man gripped your chin with a force that suggested he could break your jaw if he wanted to, with only that one hand. You wheezed out a hoarse “yes” and he smiled, patting your cheek.
”There ya go. That’s better than fighting me, isn’t it? Now, I don’t want to be rough this time. I don’t want you throwing up all over me. But you’d better suck it good, or I’ll have to get mean. Got it?”
In answer, you leaned forward and took the tip of his cock into your mouth. His bittersweet precum had been so far down your throat before that you never got a chance to taste it; now it dripped on your tongue like a faucet, filling your mouth and making you wrinkle your nose. His hips started to move again, but this time they were gentle. He was careful not to choke you on it, not to hit the back of your throat, even though it meant he couldn’t thrust in all the way. To keep him going like that, you started to suck in earnest, running your tongue along the ridge of his head, teasing at the edge of his foreskin. Bearish grunts fell from his throat at every thrust, so you knew you were doing something right.
”Good, you’re doin’ good. Gonna make me cum this time.” He used one hand to stroke your cheek, and you hummed around his cock in answer. “Where do you want me to finish? Your mouth, or your face?”
You took a second to process the question, but once your cock-drunk brain realized what he was asking, you let his length slip from your mouth to think it over. If he got it on your face you’d have a mess to clean up. But you’d never liked the taste of cum, and swallowing it always made you gag. You’d much rather deal with a facial.
”My face. Please.”
The man smiled, lining his cock up with your lips again and letting you start to suck. Without warning his hips kicked into motion, moving faster than before. When you tried to squirm away, he chuckled, holding you in place by your hair.
”Estúpida.”
The taste of cum burst onto your tongue and you made a muffled squeal of disgust. He held your head as spurt after spurt filled your mouth. He came like a stallion, unsurprising considering his size— those heavy balls spilled into you until your cheeks were bulging and you had no choice but to gulp it down. You shivered and gagged at the bitter taste of his seed, but there was always more pouring into you. God, he was a man. That big cock stuffed your poor mouth so full of seed that a little of it crept up your nose. If he’d been less merciful, taken something more than just your mouth, you’re pretty sure you would’ve been pregnant within seconds. Finally, finally, the last few shots came out and he pulled his softening cock from your mouth. His massive palm clamped down on your nose and mouth, the look in his eyes saying he wasn’t afraid to let you suffocate if you didn’t swallow every drop.
So you did, and he finally let your mouth free.
Spider-Man stood up without a word, turning his suit back on. You rolled onto your side, gasping and choking for breath, trying to will away the queasiness in your stomach. Bright red beams wrapped around your body, restraining you, but you barely registered them. You focused on your breathing, not the tightness of the webs, not the sound of heavy footsteps growing distant, and not the sound of police sirens approaching a few minutes later.
You just tried to breathe.