Mythical Men

"Is this—does this feel right?" Benji asked, his voice rougher than he intended. He traced his fingertips over the warming skin, feeling the heat already rising there. "I want to make sure I'm doing this how you need."

He struck again, a little harder this time, and watched, captivated, as the pale skin flushed a deeper shade of pink. The color spread like watercolor, and Benji found himself utterly absorbed in the transformation. How something so simple could create such a vivid, living painting across Steve's perfect flesh.

Another smack, and he adjusted his angle, leaning to catch the way Steve's body tensed and released, the subtle arch of his back. He had not expected to love this so much. The visual of it, the sound, the heat building under his palm. It was discovery in real-time, understanding that he could do this, that he wanted to keep doing this.

"Tell me if it's too much," Benji said softly, even as he raised his hand again, unable to resist the pull of watching Steve's body respond. "I want to keep going, but I need you to tell me, Steve. I need to know you're still with me."

He brought his hand down in a steady rhythm now, finding a cadence that made Steve's breath hitch and his hips squirm. The jiggle had become something he sought deliberately now, adjusting the angle of his strikes to maximize that delicious ripple of muscle giving way to impact, watching the flush deepen from pink to something more urgent, more desperate.

Benji traced the heated skin again, feeling the raised warmth under his thumb, and felt a surge of possessive pride at what he'd created.

But even as Steve felt like it was floating away, Benji's voice seemed to be the one anchor to this world - his warm words of encouragement, of safety and effortless control that made Steve somehow want this even more. It wasn't just being spanked or control-less, but somehow that it was this man in particular doing it. "It's too much, but not enough and...everything. I just...I want more, please" He finally said, falling in line like a good soldier for the other man. His usually put together blonde hair more frazzled from the position he was in and the sweaty forming on his brow.

"I just...don't stop talking, your voice is...I like hearing you" He confessed, face heating up as Benji seemed to be in awe of Steve and calling him beautiful in a way that made him squirm in his lap. "Thank you Sir" He murmured softly, eyes fluttering as the hand traced his skin and made his toes curl in his suit's boots. "I...I'd like to know what you'd want from me too, let me be of service to you. Please, you've done so much for me here...."

"You rest," Vincent murmured, his voice a low rumble against the hero's ear. "That's what happens now. You let me hold you until the world stops spinning."

His other hand tilted Spider-Man's chin upward, exposing his throat. The streetlights caught the livid marks there, darkening fingerprints against pale skin. Vincent traced them with his thumb, examining his handiwork with pride.

"Look at these," he said, voice dropping low. "The hero who saves this city night after night, and here you are wearing my handprints like jewelry."

He pressed his lips to the bruised skin, then spoke against the hero's ear. "You carry so much weight. All that responsibility. But tonight you let me take it from you. You did so well, kid." His hand returned to Spider-Man's belly, warm and possessive. "My brave little hero. So full of me. So marked by me. And you took it all so well."

He shivered a little as he felt the hand on his neck, swallowing a little as he felt those fingers tracing them, face flushing a little as the man pointed out the city's hero had loved being choked out. "I...got to be honest, not used to people trying to strangle me and not attempting to kill me at the same time, unless that's deep down your kink" He said weakly, a small joke but not exactly the level of quips he was used to dishing out. He could blame Vincent for that, the man had all but ruined him and he was just trying to recover.

Eyes fluttering under the mask, shivering at being told he was full and marked by him...which was true, but the implications of it was still enough to make Peter's body tremble a little. "I...probably should be more concerned about a guy who talks about me like that, sure you're not got some secret agenda?" He murmured, blinking a little as he suddenly felt the fingers near the edge of fabric - heart skipping a beat as it was inched up slightly, that jawline and pretty lips on display.

"I...w-what are you...?"

Benji had not expected to find himself sitting on the edge of his couch with Steve Rogers draped across his lap. The shield was set aside, the uniform still on but the pants and the patriotic briefs beneath them were pulled down to midthigh, leaving the hero's bare backside exposed and vulnerable.

He swallowed hard, his hands hovering uncertainly over the muscular curves now presented to him. Steve had been the one to ask, had approached him with that earnest, serious expression that made everything feel both more absurd and more profound. Benji had agreed, of course. How did one refuse Captain America when he showed up at your door with a specific need and the trust to ask for it?

Benji brought his hand down, tentative at first, a light crack that barely pinkened the skin. Steve made no sound, and Benji found himself staring at the way the flesh bounced, the muscular cheek rippling from the impact before settling back into its round, firm shape. He had always thought of Steve Rogers as marble, as statue, as something chiseled and hard. But this was warm and human and surprisingly soft, giving way beneath his palm in a way that made his breath catch.

He spanked again, harder this time, and watched the same motion repeat: the compression of skin, the jiggle, the rebound. There was something hypnotic about it, something that pulled his focus entirely into the rhythm and the physics of it. Steve shifted, just slightly, and Benji realized he had been holding his breath.

Benji found a steadier pace now. The awkwardness that had clung to him in the first minutes began to dissolve, replaced by a growing confidence and something else he was not quite ready to name. He watched the color deepen, pale skin flushing to rose and then to a deeper crimson. Each strike left a handprint that faded slowly into the general heat, and Benji found himself admiring his work, the way the hero's backside was transforming under his attention.

He might have been notably shorter than Steve, but something about his personality and the way he moved made him feel like as tall, if not more so. It was an energy Steve couldn't hide from, he didn't even know if this man was doing it on purpose or oblivious to the affect he had on him. But the result was still the same, Steve still gave in and confessed and asked for things that neither he nor Captain America should ask for.

One of those things had led to this moment, with Captain America over the man's lap - shield abandoned and thick, round ass on display and turning pinker with every strike, just as those baby blue eyes of his grew more dazed with each one too. Noises of shaken breath, grunts and the budding sound of maybe a whimper from Steve's lips with each spank, face as flushed as his ass from the sensation and embarrassment.

"Yes, it's...perfect, thank you...please I....please..." Steve confessed, the Captain begging so sweetly - for what? Even Steve may not know yet.

The cruel edge that had sharpened his words moments before began to soften almost immediately, like a blade being returned to its sheath. Vincent loosened his grip on the hero's throat entirely now, his thumb brushing gently over the reddened skin where his fingers had pressed. He eased himself out slowly, carefully, watching Spider-Man shudder at the withdrawal, and felt a strange tenderness replace the predatory hunger that had consumed him.

He guided the hero down to a sitting position against the rooftop ledge, settling behind him to provide his broad chest as support. His hands moved with surprising care now, one stroking down Spider-Man's heaving side, the other cupping his jaw tenderly and turning his head enough to check his breathing.

"You did so well," Vincent said, and there was genuine warmth in the words, admiration that could not be faked. He pressed a kiss to the hero's sweat-dampened shoulder, then another near to the shell of his ear still beneath the mask, soft and unhurried. "Took everything I gave you. Made me work for that, didn't you?"

He chuckled softly, nuzzling against Spider-Man's neck, his large hand splaying across the hero's belly in a possessive but now affectionate gesture. "Look at you. Still shaking. That was beautiful, watching you fall apart like that. You have no idea how gorgeous you are when you let go."

"F-Fuck..." He whimpered weakly as he felt his body being guided like a doll into the position Vincent wanted, sitting in his lap with that big chest against his head - a comforting pillow and yet also a reminder that made his body shiver of just how big the man was. The praise made his eyes flutter under the mask, a sweet little whine at the kisses and touching as he was such pliant putty in the man's grasp. Face flushing at the words reminding Peter how much he really had taken everything he'd given, the memory of what he'd let happen and given into impossible to escape.

"W-What happens now....?" He dared to ask, a big question even as Vincent cleaned him and held him like that, feeling that hold on his body that was equal parts affectionate and possessive - a silent claim that made the little hero tremble in his grasp a little. The praise was impossible to ignore or deny, eyes fluttering as Peter just...let it happen, let himself be helpless in this man's grasp. Whatever that meant right now, he didn't have the willpower to care. He'd let Vincent take care of him as he said he would, whatever that looked like.

"See… I had a feeling you were a good boy." Chad smirked. He reached out his available hand and wrapped it around the back of Steve's neck before pulling him and crashing their lips together in a deep and passionate kiss. Slowly, both of Chad's hands had reached down and began groping the other's round fat ass while he continued kissing him, pressing his hips forward so his cock was pressed firmly against the other's thigh and Steve could feel just how big and hard it was.

Swallowing thickly at that smug smirk, being called good boy like someone might a dog - not that he could argue as he was suddenly being dragged into a kiss that silenced any protests or words he might have to offer. Feeling those strong hands shamelessly grope Steve's ass, causing his knees to buckle for a moment and feel that large bulge against his body only made the shame and heat pool even further.

"We...I shouldn't..." He tried to protest into the kiss, like he wasn't already caught in the young man's web.

Vincent then pulled the other back up for another kiss before stepping back, stroking his big fat meaty cock in front of the boy. "If I uncuff you, you promise to be a good boy for me?" Vincent smirked, taunting and teasing the boy with the sight of his almost naked body as his other hand reached up to toy with his own pec, groping the nipple as he stared down the boy in front of him.

"Fine, I...you win" He managed to say, conceding and hoping the man would uncuff him as promised. Could Peter use it as a chance to escape? Of course and maybe part of him thought he would, but the truth was he'd find himself back on those man's pecs or his biceps, worshipping that officer's body like a good little captured spider.

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Gaia had always been the type of hero take the younger ones under his wing, to be a mentor, a guiding figure in this chaotic world of superpowers and aliens. He felt he could be a good leader, a strong moral voice to sway those to fight for good. Often at the expense of denying himself a simple, calm life, simple pleasures and what not. But he knew what he was doing was good. When he had met the famous Spiderman however, he wasn't sure how to act. He had heard about him, but never met the younger hero until recently. His typical protective instinct had taken over at first, but something in him...changed. He'd heard the way others talk about Spiderman, and found it warping how he saw the boy.

He would protect him, lay claim to him. None shall hurt him under Gaia's watch. Somewhere along the way, his supressed desires would come to fruit. The pair dressed in their costumes, the moon high in the sky and the flames of need burning brightly inside Gaia. With the younger man positioned at his waist, cock sinking between those firm cheeks, Gaia couldn't help but grunt, fingers clutching tighter against his waist as he guided Spiderman into a rythm-like bouncing on his cock.

Then he said those words that made Peter's breath hitch and eyes widen under the mask, looking at the burly hero as he declared his claim over Peter. It could of been said simply heat of the moment, a little thrill but the way the man was looking at him...made it feel like it was anything but. Like he could practically feel an invisible collar on his neck in that moment and the sensation that Peter had stepped into something far more then he had realized.

"W-Wha? I...y-yours? Fuck, what does that....h-how are you gonna make sure n-nobody...?" He couldn't even finish his sentences, too wrapped up in the pleasure the older hero was giving him.

He didn't know why he was having so much fun making Spider-Man stutter and whine like this, but he was letting go of whatever inhibitions had been holding him back until now. Lifting the other's hips, Jonah began pushing himself up inside of the other slowly. He allowed Peter's weight to help the hero sink lower on his cock, letting out a deep moan as he did. Jonah bucked his hips up, slamming every last inch of himself inside of the other. "Feel that, baby? Sure you can handle this villain cock?" He figured since Peter was so turned on by the idea of being whored out by a villain, he'd happily play along.

Bringing his hands up to the other's throat, Jonah gripped it tightly. He pulled the other back against him and began bucking his hips up. He went at a fast pace, slamming himself as deep inside of the hero as he could manage, thrusting again and again. The fingers wrapped around the other's neck started to push the mask up. He didn't go fast, instead giving Peter plenty of time to react. He wanted to make sure Peter wouldn't be able to claim he had been caught off guard. He wanted the hero to give up his identity freely.

That's when Peter cried out, a mixture of some pain but mostly overwhelming pleasure as he was made to sink down on that fat cock - his hole stretching around it, the older man's teasing words and yet all the poor boy could do, who was usually so mouthy, was pant and moan and whimper and babble a few words out. Those hips meeting to thrust up against his plump ass, bouncing on that big dick. Oh how many villains and crime bosses would kill to be in Jonah's place and yet was all for him to have Spider-Man helpless in his grasp.

Being pulled back into his grasp, a strangled noise as the hand wrapped around his throat - his air cut off and causing him to squirm on that dick even as it was thrusted inside of him again and again. Then he felt it, the hand moving up across the mask, slowly pulling it up to show off his neck...then that strong jawline, those pretty lips came next. That's when Peter's hand weakly gripped Jonah's, as if to get him to stop but he wasn't using his strength behind it, too focused on the pleasure and stimulation.

"W-Wait my, my mask I...I can't, I...f-fuck...nobody is supposed to" He whimpered, words almost slurred and mouth moving to suck on those fingers of the other man's, maybe as a way to appease him or maybe he just wanted a taste. The poor boy didn't even know, he was that much of a mess.

"Good boy," Vincent rasped, his voice rough with spent pleasure and mounting cruelty. He loosened his grip on the hero's throat just enough to let him gasp, then tightened his fingers again in warning, feeling the frantic flutter of Spider-Man's pulse against his palm. "Look at you. The great Spider-Man, thanking me for using him like a cheap whore on a rooftop."

He ground his hips upward, forcing his still-hard length deeper, making Spider-Man feel every inch of the claim he had just made. His other hand slid lower on the hero's belly, pressing possessively against the slight swell where he had filled him, where his seed now sat heavy and hot inside this supposed symbol of virtue.

"Do your little fans know?" Vincent whispered, his lips brushing the edge of the mask where it met sweat-dampened skin. "Do they know their precious hero crawls to strange men begging to be choked and bred? That he spreads his legs and whimpers like a bitch in heat?" He continued to taunt, aiming for Spider-Man's own climax.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to slam forward again with a wet, filthy sound that echoed across the rooftop. Spider-Man's body jerked in his grip, helpless and trembling, and Vincent laughed, low and dark.

Part of the spent hero thought the man would toss him aside now he'd had his pleasure or move on to whatever else had planned, but instead he kept going - kept stimulating poor Peter's entire body and whispering wicked words against his ear. It was like he physically and emotionally couldn't escape this man in this moment, he was everywhere and consuming the poor spider like a predator would its prey. His cock weeping, dripping at the continued fucking and wicked words, teasing him about being bred and choked - being used and all Peter could do was whimper and tremble.

"Pl-Please I, please...m-mercy I...I...f-fuck....I'm gonna..." Peter babbled, breath shaken and voice trembling as it took one more thrust, one more depraved sentence and that bite to his ear and Spider-Man completely lost control, crying out loudly as his orgasm ripped through him - staining the ground below him with his seed, all while in Vincent's grasp.

Trystan had been busy all morning, giving lectures, grading, but he always took it in his stride. He loved his job, passing on his knowledge, creating and whatever else came out of it. Coding, computing and doing just about anything with technology just came so freely to Trystan and it brought joy to his life. It had been a few hours of back to back teaching, but he finally had a slice of free time, and he was pretty sure Ethan did too. He had been careful in his observations, trying to learn the other's schedule so could pay him visits, talk, maybe even flirt a little.

"You could call it predictable if you like, some would call it consistent or dependable" He offered with a small smile as he watched the man perch himself against the desk. "Did you now?" He questioned with a slightly bigger but still contained smile. "Well, I suppose I'll enjoy the company until your own lecture begins soon. How goes it this semester for you?" He remarked casually, slipping a few more files away into his bag. "Still dealing with some of your students being there for the wrong reasons?" He asked, in other words - for the professor not the work.

@mythicalmen

"You sure you're not just bulking again, hm?" He remarked, moving closer to inspect the suit, fingers running along his sides as if checking his work and not just an excuse to shamelessly touch the young hero. "At this point I'd say you're trying to give Rogers a run for his money with all this bulk or are we just showing off a tad?"

"It would be a boring affair. You know I don't make a scene." He leaned back over the bed, elbows against the mattress, his legs just slightly spread, inviting even. He shot a smirk back at Alistair. "But then I'd have to prove to you that you get nothing out of those others like you do from me. That would mean sucking your cock right here, open door and all, so if anyone doubted that I do you better, than they could see it." The dirty words slipped out of him with ease. And he meant each one of them, passionate as they were.

"Mm, see that all sounds rather delicious but that's not going to happen unless under one condition..." Alistair purred out and gripped the man's shirt and tugged him a little closer, eyes never leaving his. "See you claim you won the prize, but the prize I want is right in front of me...." He hummed, letting the tension linger for a few more moments before speaking again. "No running away from me this time darling, we do this and everybody is going to know who you belong to..." He trailed off, words ghosting against his ear. "Tonight I make you mine, so if you're finally willing to accept that fate....go open that door and get to work like you've wanted to the moment I stepped inside this room."