Monday, December 23, 2013

Now we know WHY it was a 'Secret Society!'

More backside action
than in an ATL-filmed rap video.

More tail than a warren
full of rabbits.

More crack than a whole city
worth of sidewalks.

More cheek than an
episode of Downton Abbey.

Grab it and growl, boyz!

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Superman's J.O. Buddy

Yes, because 'putting the Hyper-masculine primary figure
in roped bondage while half-naked leopard men
do the tethering and his purple-spandex-clad buddy
comes flying in to help' is a great response to the
'questionable' nature of a fictional figure's relationship!

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Cap' that Iron Ass

Tony gets rough with his man Cap.
That armor can't protect you from love, Tony!
Stop fighting it, girl!

Now quit acting like you don't like it rough, Steve.
You're just upset he trashed y'all's make-out couch.
Memories are special, fragile things.

Ooh, chile; now Miss Acrobat Steve, we knew you could grab
your own ankles, but your man's, too? Kinky!
You GO boy!

That boy is on fire; Flame ON!
Scream like a bitch!
(He like it when you make noise!)

Brutalized and's hot, but it ain't right.
You don't have to deal with all that abuse, Steve.
Somewhere there's a man who will give you sweet,
calm, good loving. Without the bruises.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

"But what would you DO with it!?!?"

Now you know in the real world, Henry Pym would
be a millionaire for his patented success with penile
enlargement capsules...but, hey..
Yes, everything gets bigger on a Pym-particles man.
"You all look so small down there!"
"Yeah, well, we can tell your religion from down here...
not that anyone's complaining!"
Can you imagine the show if Giant Man
had a 'Skeet skeet skeet!" party?
Looks like a snowstorm,
feels like a glue factory exploded!
Here's to shadowy cock outlines
and giant penis..penises...penii?
Oh, well...big dicks, nonetheless!

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Hissy-Fit Titty-Twister

(Everything is clear when you wear green spandex
and green Lycra, sweetheart!)

Oooh! He gonna use them
straps to take charge. (Is it significant that a giant
cigar is being lit up at the same moment Lex is 'taking charge?')

I know goatees are comfortable,
but that little fake ass moustache is troubling me.

Alas, as long as he's gripped tight and
held down. Secure his bald ass.

Gonna be some Vaseline and razor blades up
in this mutha fucka!

Flex it, bust loose, don't take no orders--
show him who's boss!

Mmmnn...double-fisted action...
pound that head!

It's getting rough--
but The Wizard looks like
he's enjoying getting played.

He's completely wet and dripping.
Guess it's time to smoke that cigar now.


Monday, July 8, 2013

Yes....the answer is 'Yes.'

EVERYthing got its little
Super-Soldier enhancement on.

Bucky didn't die--
he got shoved down the front of
Cap's pants.
(Well, it was his favorite place to be.)

Forget the flagpole--we
got someplace to carry that flag right here.

Bring an extra helmet.

Hawkeye can find that target easy enough.

Nobody needs to tell Cap to
stand at attention!


Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Who's the Super-man NOW ?!?

Ooh...scrawny pup makes minced meat
out of savage bears!

There's a reason why Supes' nether-regions
are not pictured on the cover!

Oh, look, one brute is even tapping out.

He really wanna tap that Ginger Root.

Big Vs. Small;
you never know who's coming out on top!


Friday, May 31, 2013

Getting Inside Them Genes

Feel so lost...not just childish rebellion this time.
Time for a little Identi-fucking!
I'm no regular kid...
I've got both Superman and
my big, bad, bald Daddy Lex up in me!

Time for me to shave away the individuality
and mark myself for Lexy!
Bought and paid for, I is his Boy!
(Oooh! I'm bulging out for reals, now!)


Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Super-Hero Down Time

Hey, you know, like...we're both stressed, we're
both mourning...I know some great techniques
for stress-reduction we could work on.

I promise not to use my super-speed.


Sunday, May 26, 2013

Cosplay Lovin'

Ooh, I see where that Manhunter hid his baton!

Boy, they really do get their man--even after death!

'Course, that's a damned good-looking corpse;

that Manhunter gonna have him a GOOD ol' snack!
(Double-handful, even!)

Mmnn...'No Man Escapes the Manhunters..'
and with a hard-drive like that, why would they want to?!?!

Let's get this zombie-robot lovin'-fest going, people!
I wanna see sparks and dust flying!
Tear it up!


Friday, May 24, 2013

Gonna Smash that Adam REAL Good!

(This looks promising!)

(Right after I get inside you!)

(mmnnn...he's weak and's my shot!
Look at those glistening, hardened muscles!)

("Adam...we've been dancing around the matter...but
here we are, and I know how to ease your pain...")

(Damn. Shoulda Ruffied him when I had my opening!)


Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Hammer Time

That sounds like one hell of an invitation if
ever I heard on!

I don't know that I've ever witnessed someone
offering up their hammer with such ferocity!
And he's starting off looking worked over
like a bone in a pack of dogs.

Yeah, honey--you did it! GRABBED that big ol' thick
hammer... with a PURPOSE! Even knew enough to
get it good and solid at the base! (Looks like you can
strap it on if things get hairy, too.)

So you done been through everybody else already, eh?
Got you a regular super-orgy going on up on that
big ol' cosmic rock.

So NOW whatcha got planned?

Oh, my!

I see....Even tore-up from floor-up,
you got a big ol' hammer needs discharging.

Damn...who knew a simple Kansas farm boy
was such rough trade?!?


Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Straight-Up Gay Slash: "Kraven's Big Hung" by Robert Sayre

While Spider-Man's attention is drawn by some previously
planted explosives going off, Kraven astutely takes advantage of his
plan, grasping both the boy's wrists with his bearish hands,
engulfing the smaller opponent's wrists completely and
serving as manacles.

When Peter realizes the feint was a trick, it's too late.
He thrashes violently, his small feet pounding worthlessly
against the brick wall of Sergei's abdomen. The effort not
only produces no adverse impact, it seems to bring a sick
smile to the Hunter's lips. 
Sergei pushes past his excitement to continue his assault;
he grasps down furiously on the youngster's wrists and
crushes the web-shooter components engulfed by his hands,
and Peter lets loose an agonizing cry. Further satisfied,
Sergei presses on simply to cause distress.

Finally, unexpectedly, he loosens one of the wrists and almost
imperceptibly pulls back and delivers a sledgehammer fist to
the exposed gut of the traumatized boy.

Kraven reminds himself he is not taking advantage of
being nearly double the boy's size as well as age; the spider
conduit is ill-experienced with the rules or war, and though
easily more powerful, not at all prepared. "What a waste
of youth...all this energy and sinew," he muses as the lad
loses the ability to speak.
Kraven repeatedly plows his hammering, concrete-slab of
hand into the vulnerable, soft stomach of the whelmed
young man with both rhythmic precision and wild abandon.
The severity and ferocity of the assault are outside the
comprehension or stamina of the youngster to withstand.
Kraven doubles Peter over with a final crude fist slammed
mercilessly into his shallow gut. Kraven feels pride eyeing his
craggy, massive mitts...a roadmap of hardness and tough scrapes.
He feels his magnificence rise as he sees the supple young boy dropped
mercilessly to the ground, floundering, agonizing, gasping
for air...his nose only filled with the virile, musky sweat of
Kraven's drenched loins.
The Russian plants his massive meat hooks around Peter's
slender neck and crushs, lifting the boy back into the air with
ease....a defeated prey as warning to all comers.

After smashing the lithe young man's body into the ground
multiple times, the brutal attack finally fells the exhausted
Spider-Man, who now lays completely wrecked at Kraven's
ample dark feet. Sergei strips off his lion pelt with a careless
fling, and rips his leopard print tights from his bulging legs
as if unwrapping a gift.
Peter, bedraggled and barely conscious, feels the Russian's
hands tugging at his cowl, unveiling the sweat-stained and
hair-mopped face of the recalcitrant combatant. As Sergei's
hands move southward, a reluctance and fear enters Peter's
periphery. "Wha--?!" he groggily utters.

"Silence, boy. You must be prepared to hunt properly."
Expertly, roughly, Sergei cuts off the reinforced top,
exposing the barely developed physique of a bruised
and battered stripling. He stands over his prey, triumphant,
yet lacking satisfaction.

He repeats the procedure with the boy's leggings, leaving
him exposed. His veins pump rapidly, taking in the musk
and sweet odors of the defiant youth. His muscles tense and
release as anticipation throbs in his organs. His breathing
starts to normalize as his deep puffs decrease, his spectacular
hirsute chest heaving less.
Sergei wipes a heavy hand across his thick moustache,
savoring this moment. He leans and grips Peter once more,
lifting him high where he dangles by Sergei's hand.
"In the morning, we will start the game anew. You, fed
and rested. Me, primed and fresh. In our true glory, the
natural state of hunting, I shall take you on fully. We will
see what you are made of without color and bluster as a
mask. The most inner parts laid bare. Do not bother
struggling. I administered a sedative while you were laid out
on the ground. You are mine now, supplicant. I own you."
Sergei smiled grimly as the boy's meekly parted eye lids
showed enough alertness to comprehend. His pale, thin,
frame however hung quite listless and powerless, unable
to fend off further attack. He would be unable to resist any
plans the Hunter had for him.