#huppxrt

oliver liked that boy. it was almost a crazy ego fantasy, hiring another young man called oliver. and he had left dinah to her own usual business with her group of female friends. he had that party all to himself. as did most of the businessmen he nodded to as they walked. it wasn’t an ordinary party. most of the men there had left their wives at home and brought with them sluts and whores and if they could pay better, their escorts. “i thought the ring on my finger would actually make you even hornier. it generally does.” he chuckled, getting a glass from one waiter that passed them. he stopped at a corner with his companion. “hm, the aftermath is definitely going to be good. but i brought you here tonight to enjoy it all. think you can do that?” his smirk was clear and dirty as he stared at the young man.

It was a pity that Liam had to look away, really. But it was important. That while he wanted to let his eyes rake over the massive and brawny form of such a moral and pure do-gooder of a hero—a god—and revel in the promise of such ripeness, he had to run while he still kept enough of a safe distance. He needed to. It was a part of his plan for them to have them see that he was only a mere lunatic trying to seek his own godhood despite already being an archdemon in his truest nature. He could do much more—so much more. But having them know that detail wouldn’t have them send the Man of Steel his way now, would it? That as his own broad chest swelled for air as his lungs burned through the chase in that deserted manor house hallway with some old tome within the nip of his arm, he just doubled down into the inconvenience --------- especially since he had reached his spot.

That with a grunt, he pushed the double doors open, and skidded straight to the middle—bulging muscles flexing and shifting under his clothes as he rooted himself into a poise. “Don’t come any closer!” he stammered, chest heaving as if too tense now that he had to face Superman himself. And to make sure that his plan worked, he opened the book and began shifting through pages, an attempt to make the hero surged at him quickly before he can mutter whatever incantation he could find --------- an attempt to make him receive that bolt from the blue that would let Liam know that the Man of Steel successfully entered the ritual circle that he had actually prepared under wraps.

sat on the console room, bobby was looking at the different screens, searching for something to do. his latest date had been a mistake all together and the guy a complete idiot. he couldn’t even remember a good time passed with him, nor how he didn’t stepped out sooner considering all the antimutant speech he was being given. tired, and feeling like a failure, heh ad decided on taking guard duty, in order to find something to do. he was still wearing his date’s clothes even if he wasn’t completely comfortable with those shoes. nevertheless, as he waited for something to happen, he was toying with ice next to him. ice beams building the skyscrapper’s of new york on the floor. only for them to vanish all the time. it relaxed him.

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When he landed on Earth, Mar-Vell assumed the body of a human. He assumed his life. He had studied Walter Lawson’s life but there were stuff he felt in need of changing. Like training. He was a warrior and life without training was hell. He even started gaining weight. So he got to a gym, met Johnny and he was back in the field - all worked up and all ready for dominating that silly world. That was until humans started getting to him. Like Johnny. They were friends. Mar-Vell cared for him. And when they were in the showers and the guy asked him out, the alien was a bit confused. He knew what the other meant, he didn’t know how to react to it though. He stepped out of his own shower, completely naked and dripping to check the other out. He had seen Johnny naked a thousand times but now the other was blushing. Blushing meant shame or shyness. He knew that. “Hm, sure.” He said as he looked at Johnny, curious. “I-” He tried to remember it from a movie he had watched one. “-thought you’d never ask.” When he noticed Johnny covering his own groin, he hid his own with a hand, suddenly aware of himself getting hard.

Vincent was struggling to get his running shorts on quietly, instead running into the night stand and letting out a soft yelp. “Fuck. Damn.” He looked back towards the bed, giving a sheepish smile. “Sorry, mate. I was uh... Well trying to sneak out.” He was still shirtless, smiling at the other as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Hope you’re not too offended, yeah? I just uh... didn’t want to stick around if you didn’t want to do round two today.”

Logan grunted when the heavy hand fell upon his bare hairy ass. “One.” The second smack was heavier. He knew Jamie had reduced his healing abilities. Something was off and he could feel the stinging pain of every slap remaining. “Two.” And now he was wondering how on earth he allowed that to happen. How the fuck he, the wolverine, ended up with his ass up being spanked by… “Three.” He growled, the stinging increasing to another level. “Four. Ah, fuck.”

Jaime had joined the Institute as one of their trainers, since he wasn’t the type to want to go out on missions like this. Unlike the Danger Room, Jaime could make mutants become normal or even stronger, even if it was only temporary and limited by their potential. Logan however, was a special case. He needed a spanking to be put into place, so Jaime made sure Logan’s abilities were reduced down to pure zero, something that affected even Logan’s physical stats. “Cursing? You know there’s none of that allowed in here during punishment,” he said, this time going for Logan’s hanging ball sack, using just enough force to warn the mutant.