Flash had finally finished suiting up, wondering if something was wrong with his arachnid hero friend. “Where is Spidey? Usually if he sent me something like this, he’d be over to check it out in a second,” thought the Scarlet Speedster as he continued to admire himself in the new webby, body-sock suit that Spidey had made for him.
A weakened Spider-man was moving in and out of consciousness. His “suiting” at the hands of Ivan and Dmitry had left him aroused, humiliated and utterly defeated. Desperate to escape he tried to muster enough strength to fight the thugs but the latest dose of Wasp venom was too much for him.
Spidey screamed in agony as he felt the web fluid blasting from his manhole. The rawness of his anus unbearable, as the cum loads of Dmitry and Ivan mixed with his own web fluid to push lines of webbing out his of abused butthole. The force of the web flow wracked his weakened hero body with pain, yet kept him in a semi-aroused state.
Spidey lie there on the table his anal pussy still spasming after shooting that web load. The depleted hero felt like he had just taken the biggest dump of his life. His ass wet and dripping yet his rock-hard cock still lifting him up off the surgical table. He looked like a human tripod.
Spidey moaned as his cocooned body hit the floor of the truck. His boned cock was pressed to his rock-hard abs that he had just covered with a load of his young man cream. His masked face in the cocoon was making him sweaty and, it was difficult for him to breathe. Even more troublesome for the hero was that his arms had been cocoon-webbed to the front of his body so that they were pinned to his manhood.
