These characters belong to Pixar & Disney not me. The story and characters are fictional and the situation isn't real, so remember that as you read. It also has mild non-consentual interaction, so if you don't like that sort of thing, then this isn't for you. Otherwise, read on.
Incredible Situation
Finally. After all these years, he had succeeded in capturing his boyhood idol. He had developed his creative genius, made machinery and in his ambition to finally be recognised, had built a machine that only he could stop. He'd had to kill a few other heroes along the way but it had been worth it to get to this point. The hero who had rejected him as a boy now was imprisoned by one of his machines, unconscious and suspended in the air between two electromagnetic binders.
He had idolised this man, spent his youth and childhood dreaming about being his friend and helper, chased his movements to see him or get an autograph, anything to be near him. He had invented a pair of jet boots that had worked and allowed him to fly so as maybe to be more attractive to the popular hero.
It had all come to naught. When he took an opportunity to work with Mr Incredible, he had been completely spurned: Ejected from the hero's car and left behind and then humiliated in front of a villain he knew he could help defeat. He had been taken into police care and then returned to his family. But the damage had been done and as far as the boy was concerned, it was irrevocable. He had pulled down and destroyed everything connected to Incredible and had disowned any association concerning him; no more fan club, no more signings, nothing.
He then swore to get his revenge and show the hero what he has missed out on. He would show everyone!! He had worked hard to invent and then sold his inventions to whoever would buy, good or bad. He only saw his vision and his goal.
And now it had been realised. Through his partner, he had lured Incredible to his secret island and pitted his machine against the hero. It had been great to watch for a while. The robot appear to gain the upper hand for a moment, but Incredible fought back hard. The boy become man, however, had underestimated Incredible's ingenuity. He tricked the robot so it attacked itself, destroying itself in the process.
He fumed for a short time before resigning himself to the fact that Incredible had simply been too good. But it would be different next time. There would be no escape. He finally showed the hero what he was capable of in a confrontation in the jungle on the island. He'd gotten a little carried aware and hurled Incredible a few miles away but that was no matter. He could fly now so finding him again wasn't a serious issue. He was unbeatable now and would show it by beating and destroying his childhood hero. He would never be humiliated or left behind and ignored again.
Yet the hero had tricked him again and snuck into his headquarters to snoop around. Fortunately, the signal Incredible had sent had triggered the defenses allowing his capture.
Now, here the hero was, still unconscious and completely helpless before him. Syndrome couldn't be more chuffed. He had triumphed, achieved his goal.
Yet he still sensed an emptiness. Why hadn't this fulfilled the ache in his heart? Why did he still feel as though he was second best? What more could he do? As he questioned himself he stood admiring the figure suspended in the EM cell. He remembered why he loved the guy so much. So strong; afraid of nothing; handsome; loved by almost everyone.
Loved by everyone? The question lingered. What did the hero have that he didn't? Why was he so loved and idolised by so many? How could he, Syndrome, have the same status? He moved closer still questioning -- how could he be more like Mr Incredible? His eyes fell on the black costume pants covering his manhood. Adrenaline surged through his body. What did it look like? Was it big like the rest of the guy? He looked up into the hero's face -- still out cold.
He peeled down the outer covering, revealing a covered slit in the fabric of the costume. He reached up a hand to cup the bulge protruding and ran his hand back and forth around and along it. His own excitement built as he traced the hidden organ from behind the fabric. Finally, he couldn't resist any further; he had to see it.
He separated the two sides of the fabric and reached in to grasp the warm piece and gently drew it out. He held it gently in his hand and examined it closely, inhaling the masculine scent which seemed to be a mix of sweat and the hero's natural smell. A short foreskin half covered the head and the shaft was at least 10cm around even while still quite soft. Syndrome guessed the length to be not much above average but nothing to be sneezed at. He continued to massage and stroke and slowly it began to grow, the head pushing through the hood with each pulse. It soon reached its full glory, hitting what looked like about 20cm in length and about 15 around.
The idea hit Syndrome light a bolt of lightning. He knew he would never have the physical attributes of Mr Incredible nor would he have the hero's acceptance as an equal. He could, on the other hand, have a part of the hero that no one else would have. He would take it and right now there was nothing Mr Incredible or anyone else could do about it.
He was alone in the containment room and he sealed it so as to remain undisturbed. He began to trace his tongue along the length of the shaft, running the flat of his tongue up the underside. Again and again he did this before slowly engulfing the whole length in his mouth. He held it there just for a moment, savouring the taste before slowly moving up and down. He then took the phallus as deep as he could before coming back up again, applying steady suction to stimulate as much as possible.
He then settled into a regular rhythm, bobbing up and down, swirling his tongue around the head as the throbbing prick pulsed in his mouth. On and on he continued getting more and more turned on himself as he thought about the power he had Mr Incredible contained in. He reached up a hand and began to fondle the bloated balls that protruded slightly from the hole in the uniform, cupping them lightly and massaging over their surface.
Above him, the incarcerated hero began to groan as he came round. Syndrome simply returned his effort to the engorged hero cock in his mouth and began to fellate with renewed vigour.
"Who is that? What are you doing?" Incredible demanded as he realised what was happening.
Syndrome ignored the suspended man. He knew he had the hero in his power and wasn't going to let him out of it so easily. He would take what he wanted and there was nothing the superstrong, supersmart man could do about it.
"Please stop. Stop!!" he demanded. Mr Incredible began to stuggle and squirm against his restraints but it didn't help. He couldn't get any leverage.
Syndrome relished the situation he had the super in. He grinned as much as possible with the bulging cock in his mouth and grabbed a handful of the man's arse to pull him further in. Mr Incredible grunted and groaned at the sensation.
"Stop it! Please!" he pleaded again only to have it fall on deaf ears.
Syndrome felt the sac in his hand begin to contract and pull up and knew the time was close. He slowed down a little, making the final moments as pleasurable as possible. He soon heard the hero's groans increase and become more pronounced as he suckled on his prick, waiting for the imminent moment of explosion. Finally, Incredible's body tensed and his pole became even more rigid before blasting the super's load into his mouth. 6, 7, 8 strong spurts of spunk flooded his maw as he rubbed his tongue on the underside of the spewing cock to coax out more and more. Finally, the stream stopped and the red-haired hero wannabe release the spent organ from his mouth and gently tucked it away back behind the costume pants.
He stepped aware, grinning at his victory and proceeded to walk out the door. He turned to look at the man who he had once idolised and saw a look of disbelief and defeat on his face. Syndrome gloated for half a second before, smiling as if to say "I've beaten you", then turned and walked out.
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