Denton leaned over and slapped Clark hard twice across the face. To his muddled astonishment it actually seemed to sting enough to arouse him into semi-consciousness. The face that leaned over his was not that of the smiling genial professional but a hardened mask of cold fury.
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A foamy white substance began to flow from the hero’s mouth. He coughed and choked, expelling great amounts of blood and bile onto the soft dirt jungle floor. Piss and blood flowed from the gaping frontal cunt left by his emasculation. His bowels released and the three men recognized the final signals of approaching death. They had seen it many times before but to Tarzan’s credit-he lasted longer than any before.
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Mark held up a small double occupancy animal cage which erupted into a cacophony of snarling and loud scratching as soon as he lifted it into view. He carefully carried it to the ongoing brutal fuck scene taking place nearby. Austin had just finished pumping his load into the weakened hulk and withdrawn his still dripping cock. The once powerful Tarzan was now weakened to the point where his legs were unable to support his weight. Only ropes now supported the helpless captive-a sagging nearly lifeless body resembled a dilapidated scarecrow.
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Tarzan was still hanging from the tree limb, muscles battered, and his torso sagging under its own weight. Broken bones in his legs prevented him from standing upright.knees too damaged to assist. It was hard to tell whether Tarzan’s suffering was coming more from physical abuse or mental torment. The combination of the two had transformed the once strong, confident jungle fighter to a hollow shell of a man. Once formidable, he was now completely vulnerable.
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Frank handed the camera to Austin and commented, “It’s my turn now let’s see how Tarzan handles this!”
As Austin filmed, Frank approached the young boy hanging inverted from the tree limb and cut him down. The boy scrambled to get to his feet but Frank was too fast for him.
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Mark smiled and walked over to Jane, unzipped his fly, pulled out his dripping cock and whispered to her, “SUCK IT AND I’LL SPARE YOUR HUSBAND’S LIFE!”
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“Tarzan, there has been a change of plans. One load was not enough. You will need to produce another one. That shouldn’t be difficult for a fucking jungle stud like you. The bag stays on your son’s head until you produce more cum. The longer wait, the less you’re your boy has left. Understand?”
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As his two buddies disappeared from sight, Mark knelt down and lifted the loin cloth covering Tarzan’s groin, curious to see what kind of equipment the mighty man had hidden there. Although limp and lifeless, at least 10 inches of thick cock lay nestled in the hairy crotch of the unconscious man.
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This is the first part of a trilogy of stories. The first one has Tarzan and his son (Boy) as the protagonists, the second one has the Dynamic Duo and then the last part is a Superman’s story. Hope you like it.
Instead of their coming here for the testing and expressing of his most glorious strengths, Superman had now been reduced to displaying his most vulnerable and susceptible weaknesses…. Right where Jimmy had suddenly decided he wanted him.
Superman, with Jimmy in his arms, was still completely naked as his costume had been destroyed by the super soldier. Almost immediately upon taking off, he began to grow hard. At first, he thought it was just the stimulation of the air as he flew with no costume, but he soon realized that he was almost hornier than he had ever been in his life. The increased weight and size of his genitals, the thrust of his nipples, making him almost intoxicated. He tried to will the hard-on to go away but it was no use. Jimmy noticed, but pretended not to. Superman knew that he couldn’t fly back to Metropolis this way for fear someone would see him in this condition. “Need to make a detour,” he murmured. “Reconfigure a few things.”
Jimmy hurried back to Superman with the keys. He helped Superman struggle back to his feet, and Jimmy was able to unlock the handcuffs. Superman winced as he rubbed his once invulnerable wrists. Even the simple task of pulling up his tights took effort for the one-time strongest man in the world. Jimmy turned to once again crawl through the hole in the bars that were broken by the quick frozen Kryptonian cum. Superman tried following, but soon discovered that the hole created was not big enough for him to get his huge muscular frame through. He instinctively grabbed hold of the bars and his biceps bulged as he attempted to bend them further apart. His massive pecs heaved but still nothing. The bars wouldn’t budge. He instinctively attempted heat vision. A mistake. “Agghhhhhhhhh,” he howled as he covered his eyes with his hands. Not only was there no heat vision left, but his attempt to use it shot jabbing pain through his head. When the pain subsided, he removed his hands to discover his vision was blurred.
Superman landed gracefully next to the newly built dome at the US Army testing facility. He had been invited here to test out the army’s latest state of the art weaponry. He had previously been asked to do similar tasks on many other occasions, and felt it was part of his duty as an American citizen to comply. After all, he was “invulnerable,” and the results of these tests would be invaluable to the army. He approached the front door of the dome and it automatically opened. Upon entering, he was greeted by the two-star General, Matt Barnes. “Welcome, Superman,” who extended his hand to the 6’ 4”, 260 lbs. of skin-tight, blue-clad muscle… who with dark hair, and bright eyes, was unnervingly handsome.
he residents of Coast City gather for a ceremony to honor Green Lantern. The event takes an unexpected turn for the hero, who ends up meeting a very peculiar couple eager to spend some time with him…
Jake turns, and cry-shouts, “WHAT THE FUCK…??!!”
Bill cuttingly adds, “I’m afraid Ryan has betrayed you… just like he did young Dick Grayson, aka Robin, over there.”
A scene repeats itself on the remote jungle airstrip of San Miguel. A C-130 bearing a captured young hero arrives to be delivered and payment collected. This time no chains are needed to bind the captive superhero – for his young mind is magically enslaved and the body now follows blindly. Thus a stupefied Spiderman, unmasked, striped of his anonymity, steps down out of the plane’s cargo bay.
Dar’s muscles flex and ripple as he sprints down the narrow island path to Moro’s jungle abode. Tao did not return, and the sun will soon set. His rugged brow and square jaw is set with effort as he quickly yet cautiously makes his way toward the domain of Moro, a strange old island witchdoctor.
It is midnight in Manhattan. A tower clock in the distance begins chiming the hour above the din of the sprawling city far below. Peter Parker, aka Spider-man, hides in the shadows unnoticed. The moon is full and the illumination gives the superhero an unobstructed view of the vacant rooftop of One New York Plaza.
The Hunter and company have departed for NYC to capture Spider-man, who is destined to become the 6th unwilling member of Bill’s Martin’s twisted, pervertedly abused menagerie of captive heroes, which he keeps on his private island of San Miguel. Bill ends a call and tosses his cell onto the wrought-iron table under the shade of the large, white cotton tarp which provides shade from the blazing tropical sun. His chair creaks under his prodigious weight as the old man leans back and gazes out into his brig’s sun-drenched punishment yard.
It is early afternoon on the Caribbean island of San Miguel; the contractor who can acquire rare merchandise, be it a precious stone or gem – even famous crime fighters, known simply as the “Hunter” has arrived on the secluded island. The Hunter has delivered his latest two acquisitions to Bill Martin the eccentric billionaire with a perverted and twisted taste for young men of notability.
