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“Where the hell are we?” Spider-Man hissed, frustratedly. He was in his spandex suit, dangling from his wrists which were strung up in chains hooked into the ceiling.
“In Kingpin’s dungeon, clearly.” Deadpool said, casually slipping free from the rope bondage they had used to tie him up. They were in a basement, which looked as though it had been used as a makeshift prison for years and years.
“Why the fuck did they not give you chains?” Peter complained, only a foot off the ground.
“Eh, plot armour.” Wade shrugged, approaching the suspended twink.
“Well, get me down, will you?” Peter told him.
“Suuuure. I could do that…” Wade said, smirking behind his mask.
“Could?” Peter repeated.
“Well… Look at you. It's like a four-course meal served up to me on a Lycra platter.” Wade said, running a pair of hands down Peter’s body.
“Dammit, Wade. We don't have time for this.” Peter said, blushing as the black, gloved hands explored his muscular body through the tight spandex.
“Mmmmm of course we do. The writer’s gonna give us just enough time for me to fuck your brains out.” Wade told him, before squeezing Peter’s round ass.
“Mmmfuck, Wade… They probably have cameras down here.” Peter said, scanning the room for any sign of them.
“Probably. But don't worry, you can keep your mask on.” Wade assured him, giving his ass a loud slap.
“Shit… Why are you always horniest when we’re in danger?” Peter said, whilst his cock was growing in his blue crotch.
“We all know you are, too.” Wade scoffed before pulling Peter’s leggings down his legs and off his feet. His 3rd web-shooter sprung free and his fat ass was exposed. Even in the dark dungeon, Peter’s ass still seems to shimmer.
“Fuuuuuuck yeah… I love getting captured with you.” Wade said, peeling the mask off of his face. Peter looked down at him - how was he still so handsome despite his face being so disfigured? He still had the sexy jawline and sexier eyes, even while he was bald and a bit splotchy.
“Ohhh… Fuck… It's not fair how hard you make me.” Peter pouted as Wade went over to a lever built into the ground. He pulled it and there was a loud chugging and clanking sound as the chains pulled Peter higher towards the ceiling.
“W-What're you doing?” Peter asked, surprised.
“Making my life easier.” Wade scoffed, going back under Peter, whose ass was now almost level with Wade’s face.
“I like your thinking…” Peter said, lifting his legs up and essentially sitting on Wade’s face. “Eat my ass, Daddy.” He said, moaning as he immediately felt Wade’s tongue begin licking at his entrance.
Peter had his thighs wrapped around Wade’s head - as the merc started devouring his hole.
“Ohhh fuck yeah, Wade. Oh my God, that feels so good…” Peter groaned, feeling Wade’s tongue pushing through his entrance. His tongue started scrubbing his walls and chomping away, growling into the Spider-Man’s cheeks. Peter's hard cock throbbed over Wade’s face, desperate for attention.
“Oh yeah, you like that Webs?” Wade purred as he loudly slurped and breathed into Peter’s tight hole.
“Mmhmmm… Oh, Wade… Fuck…. You were flirting with me during the whole mission… God, I've wanted this all fucking night.” Peter moaned loudly, despite being a bit muffled by his mask.
“Mmmmmrgh… When you have an ass like that wrapped in spandex, I can't stop thinking about breeding you. And I think you know that, don't you?” Wade said, giving Peter’s ass a spank while he was still tongue-fucking the webslinger’s hole.
“Of course I do! I love when I get you all riled up and horny… I wanna make you lose all control…” Peter moaned, wishing so badly he could touch his cock.
“Such a slut… Turns me on so much…” Deadpool growled, running his tongue up and down Peter’s taint. Chills rushed through Peter’s muscular, lean body.
“Oh, fuck me, Wade! Fuck me, I need it… Fuck, please, Daddy…” Peter pleaded, feeling like he was going out of his mind with lust.
“Yeaah… I’ll give you what you want… But first…” Wade said, pulling his head out of Peter’s ass.
Deadpool went over to the lever again and pushed it forward, lowering Peter again. But it kept going and going until Peter was down on his knees on the floor. His arms were still strung up over his head as he looked up at Wade, who was already unbuttoning his pants as he stood before the Spider-Man.
“Gonna make it nice and wet, boy?” Wade said, pushing the red spandex down revealing his Hello Kitty boxer briefs underneath. But he soon whipped out his other sword, which sprung free from the red confines. His whole cock was very pink, splotchy with various shades. Wade was uncut and had a vein running through it.
“Yes, sir.” Peter breathed, letting Wade pull his mask over his mouth. Peter opened his lips and took the older man’s cock into his mouth.
“Awwwwwwh fuck yeaaaaahh…” Wade groaned, rolling his head back as his inches disappeared through the pink lips. “Gooood boy.” He said, reaching down and gripping Peter’s head. He pushed the superhero’s head down his cock, forcing his length straight down his throat. The boy in chains didn’t choke, due to his enhanced powers, but he was still taken by surprise.
“Mmmph!” Peter’s eye lenses expanded from being caught off guard.
“Take it, Webhead… Mmmm, fucking take it, boy.” Wade growled, beginning to thrust his hips back and forth.
“Mmmm…” Peter moaned around his pole, as the mutant’s member pushed in and out of his throat.
“Oh yeah… Fuck… That feels so good. Mmmmm, fuck… I bet we’re making all the readers jealous.” Wade smirked, listening to the loud slurping Peter was making as he ploughed into him. Peter had no idea what Wade was talking about, but he had learned not to bother questioning it. Spider-Man was drooling and dribbling all over Wade’s cock - making thick puddles of spit accumulate on the concrete floor below.
“Argh fuck… Mmm, it feels so damn good… You fucking like it, Webs? Getting your mouth fucked like a pathetic whore? Look at you. Strung up in chains in some bad guy’s lair and all you want is my fat cock wrecking the back of your throat.” Wade grunted, before spitting onto one of Peter’s eye lenses. As Peter could taste precum oozing out of Wade’s tip, he was also leaking precum, which trickled down to the floor. They were both so turned on, so overcome with lust, that rational thoughts weren’t an option. Wade stopped fucking Peter’s throat and instead, let him flex his blowing skills. Peter took full advantage and showed off what his experienced, talented tongue could do. It swirled around Wade’s tip and teased his piss slit, before licking up and down on the pole like his tongue was a dancer. He even went down to Wade’s balls and inhaled his musk. Peter licked and juggled the man’s balls with his tongue, making Wade moan in pleasure.
“Fuck yeah. Look at you… You do this all the time, don’t you? Servicing men you barely know as the biggest slut in the superhero biz.” Wade purred, as Peter swallowed up his cock again. He bobbed his head up and down as if he were nodding in response, deepthroating his well-endowed partner with ease.
“Shit… I need to fuck you, baby. I need to split that delicious ass in half.” Wade growled, pulling his cock out of Peter’s lips.
With his mouth drenched in saliva and his chest heaving as he was panting, Peter watched Wade walk over and pull the lever again. Peter felt like meat on a hook as he was lifted upwards again. He kept going until he was level with Wade (although his feet were a couple of inches off the ground again). Wade let his leggings fall the rest of the way down his legs - along with the Hello Kitty boxers.
“You ready, baby girl?” Wade asked, lifting Peter’s legs and wrapping them around his waist. His cock aligned itself with Peter’s hole, gently grazing against the entrance.
“Ohhh fuck yeah, Wade. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard…” Peter pleaded, arms flexing against the chains. He could definitely break free if he wanted to, but they both knew Peter enjoyed the restraints. Wade lowered Peter down on his cock, pushing it through his entrance and penetrating the twunk’s tight hole.
“Awwwwwh fuck yeah, Daddy… Mmmm…” Peter moaned, feeling his walls stretch apart as he sank further and further down on Wade’s cock.
“Arrrrrrghhhh yeaaaah… You fucking like that, Webhead?” Wade groaned, feeling the tight walls squeeze his shaft as he went balls-deep. Deadpool started thrusting his hips back and forth, sliding his throbbing chimichanga in and out of Peter’s inviting hole.
“Fuck yeah, Wade. Oh my God, that feels so good! Awh, fuck!” Peter moaned. Although to start with, the thrusts were quite slow and sensual, Wade’s hips picked up the pace. Deadpool’s balls were slapping against Peter’s cheeks, echoing off the stone walls.
“Harder, Wade! I’m not delicate. Fucking ruin my hole.” Peter moaned pathetically, arching his back.
“No, you’re not, are you? You were made to have your holes
abused and used
like this. Argh, shit, you’re such a hot fuck.” Wade grunted, slamming into Peter, again and again, using more force and power. Jolts of pleasure rushed through Peter’s body, making his muscles bulge beneath his tight spandex. Peter’s voice was cracking and even his neck was straining from the aggressive slams against his prostate. Wade couldn’t help but lean and sink his teeth into the youthful, superhuman skin of Peter’s neck.
“Awrgh! Ohhh my God, Wade, mark me… Oh fuck…” Peter whimpered, cock throbbing from lack of attention. Wade nibbled hard enough to make a bruise, even
with
Peter’s accelerated healing. It would probably be gone by the time they make their escape from Kingpin’s basement, but it didn’t matter. It would be clear and visible while Wade’s shoving his girthy rod deep into Spidey’s gut.
“Mmmmfuck yeah… That’s better… You fucking belong to me. You know that, don’t you Webs?” Wade growled into his ear, sending shivers through New York’s famous superhero.
“Mmm fuck yeah, Deadpool. I’m yours. I am all yours. ” Peter trembled before their lips crashed together. Wade fucked him hard, hips like pistons, while their lips hungrily attacked each other. Peter was clumsy as he kissed back, trying to wrestle with Wade’s tongue but the brutal pounding he was receiving made it hard to focus. However, the mutant’s kissing was passionate and focused, just like his hips. They were both moaning into each other’s mouths, especially Peter who felt Wade’s hand spank his ass every few minutes, as if he wasn’t overstimulated enough as it was.
“Oh fuck, Wade… I’m gonna cum…” Peter breathed when the ex-Special Forces soldier pulled his lips away.
“Mmmm, is that right? Are you gonna cum, cock untouched, because that’s just how pathetic and easy you are?” Wade purred, looking into the eye lenses of Spider-Man’s mask.
“Fuck… Fuck, I am, Wade. I’m fucking weak for you. You drive me crazy.” Peter moaned - his body glistening in sweat as he was being fucked like a fleshlight.
“Mmmm, good girl. You wanna cum together, baby? Want to feel me breed your tight ass?” Wade said, barely above a whisper.
“Oh fuck yeah… A-Are you close, too?” Peter stammered.
“Have you not worked it out by now? I can cum on command.” Wade scoffed. “Thank the author for that.”
“OhmyGod, that makes a lot of sense.” Peter half laughed. His eyes suddenly widened though, when Wade started fucking him even harder and faster. The mutant’s hips were a blur as they slammed his cock into Peter’s insides. Spider-Man was basically screaming in Kingpin’s basement, and not for the reasons Kingpin would’ve wanted. Peter’s ‘web-shooter’ couldn’t hold back any longer.
“ AAAARRRRAAAaaaarrRRRGUURGHHaarWHHH!! ” Peter roared, straining against the chains so hard that cracks in the ceiling emerged from his sheer strength. Thick loads of web sprayed all over them both. Drenching Peter’s mask, and Wade’s neck, all over their spandex-wrapped chests and abs and down to Peter’s abdomen. But while Peter was feeling the intense rush of his orgasm, Wade was cumming too.
“ARGH FUCK YEAH! Mmmmmm take it, Spidey! Ohhhh, fuck yeah, take very fucking drop you cumwhore. OhhhOHHHohhhh fuck!” Wade growled as his cock twitched inside Peter’s hole, spouting thick, heavy loads deep inside him. He flooded Peter’s ass, painting his insides white, while Peter was spasming in his arms. Even with all his mutant powers, Wade’s knees still buckled as he felt the climax.
When Peter and Wade came down from their synchronised climaxes, Wade slipped his cock out of Peter’s hole. Cum was gushing out of Peter’s cheeks, soaking his thighs as they returned to their original dangling position.
“Fuck, that was intense.” Peter breathed, looking at his own cum which had splattered all over Wade’s dark red suit.
“Mmm… I needed that so bad, Webs.” Wade sighed with relief. “Fuck, look at you. Soaked in your own cum like the absolute cumslut that you are.” He said, taking in the sight.
“Are you just gonna stand there and enjoy your handiwork, or are you gonna let me down?” Peter asked, giving his chains a shake.
“Before I do that…” Wade said, before leaning in and with his tongue, beginning to clean Peter off.
“Mmmm fuck… Okay… I can wait..” Peter breathed, feeling Wade’s wet, warm tongue through the mask as it devoured the spider’s delicious web.
“Oh, God, you taste better than maple syrup…” Wade moaned at the taste, licking cum from the skin exposed beneath the raised mask. Like his tongue was a sponge, Wade slurped up every dollop of dribbling spunk, all the way down Peter’s spandex-dressed body. When he came down to Peter’s abdomen, he licked it clean, then even swallowed the hero’s entire cock.
“Oh, fuck!” Peter gasped as he felt Wade lick it clean for just brief seconds. When Wade came off it again and stood up straight, Peter was pouting.
“God… Is that it?” He whined.
“You wanna get outta here, right?” Wade scoffed, scooping up the cum that had splattered all over his own body with his black, gloved fingers. Once he had the majority of it, delicately balanced on his digits, he stuffed his digits into Peter’s mouth.
“Mmmph! Mmmmmm…” Peter was surprised but moaned when he tasted his own cum. He licked Wade’s fingers clean, leaving behind a white stain. Now they were both (somewhat) clean, Peter was ready to get out of the chains.
“Alright, Wade. C’mon, get me outta here.” Peter told him.
“Yeah, yeah. Chill out.” Wade said, before reaching behind him, as if he was taking something out of his back pocket… except his leggings were around his ankles. However, he still took out a small key.
“Where was that?” Peter asked, suspiciously.
“Guess.” Wade scoffed, knowing Peter already knew it wasn’t the first time Deadpool’s hidden something in his ass.
“When did you even get a chance-?”
“Would you stop asking questions?” Wade rolled his eyes, unlocking the chains. Peter dropped to the floor and he let out a sigh of relief.
“That’s much better.” Peter said, pulling his mask down. “Now, I vote we break outta here and kick Kingpin’s ass.”
“You got it, boss.” Wade nodded, as they both pulled their leggings back up. “For the record, I wouldn’t wanna be locked in a crime boss’ dungeon with anyone else but you.” Deadpool said, kissing Peter on the cheek before he pulled his mask over his face too. Peter chuckled, knowing he’d regret saying it, but…
“Feeling’s mutual.”