J.O. Adventures

Jimmy do love him some role play..

and what a nice twist this is;

biker member! Ooh, he tough now!

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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!)

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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.

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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!
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Gonna Smash that Adam REAL Good!

(This looks promising!)

(Right after I get inside you!)

(mmnnn...he's weak and disoriented...now'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!)

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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?!?

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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.

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