The Clinic Chapter 2: The Job of Being a Donor
This is a fan fiction.
If you've read any of my previous stories, you'll know I'm a DC guy, and have been since The New Teen Titans. But I have to admit that Marvel has produced some outstanding male heroes that it would be a crime not to fantasize about.
All characters depicted in it belong to and are trademarked and copyrighted by Marvel Comics and/or its subsidiaries. I am not related to the company and make no claim of ownership over the characters. This story should in no way be considered a true representation of the true sexuality of either the actors or the characters.
As a matter of completeness, I imagined the two lab techs being played by porn stars Johnny Hazzard and Ben Andrews.
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Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, lay on his back, stark naked and strapped to a medical examination table in some underground (in both senses of the word) lab. A ball gag (a regular ball gag, not the thing devised by the tentacle net) filled the hero's mouth. Next to him, Peter Quill, Star Lord, lay, similarly bound and gagged. The last thing Bucky remembered, after being captured, was having his nuts shot up with a syringe full of what the guy in the lab coat had called BLUBALLS. Next thing he knew, here he was: immobilized and alone, except for Star Lord-- and their big throbbing erections.
The tables were fit with OB/GYN stirrups, which made Bucky truly nervous. Evil science Nazis had used those on occasion, never for anything good, so the young hero struggled against the restraints. He was afraid that soon he might find something other than some high-tech Venom dildo pounding his hole. Despite the massive wad he'd shot during his tentacle-rape orgasm, Bucky was not looking forward to more of the same.
Suddenly, in the nurses' station just next door, he heard a man say, "I think they're awake. You ready?"
"Lead on, boss."
Two men in lab coats walked into the lab. One was taller, one shorter, but the shorter one was definitely the better looking.
"Yep, they are up, Ben," the short one said. "Good eye on the monitors."
He walked up to Peter and took the hero's hard cock in hand.
"And it looks like they're both ready to get started."
`Started?' Bucky thought, and he glared at the man now who approached him. Ben's lab coat parted as he walked, and Bucky gaped. It looked like this guy had a massive hang of cock tucked into his pants. What the fuck?
"Jesus, Tim," Ben said, "This one has a huge hard-on too. I have a good feeling about these two."
"That's the beauty of BLUBALLS," Tim said. "I keep telling Doc he could make a blue million if he put it on the market, but he always just shakes his head and says no. Oh well, not my decision. Let's get our new donors spread."
Cautiously, the lab techs released Bucky's right foot and, bending the leg at the knees, fixed it in the stirrup. The left foot followed, spreading the struggling hero and leaving his hole open for plunder. Peter followed suit, and the two heroes found themselves lying there vulnerable to any perversion the techs decided to inflict on them.
"Merghhl!" Bucky protested. Donors?!
"Gnargh!" Peter threatened, but it sounded as impotent as he looked.
"Let's fit them up with Serum One," Time said.
Chuckling, the two techs rolled several IV stands up to the heroes' bared asses. Hanging IV bags contained various evil-colored liquids, and Tim took the nozzled tube from the green bag and carefully fed it into Bucky's asshole. Once Bucky figured out where the lab pervert was heading, he tried to tense his hole against violation, but the muscle refused to comply. Fucking BLUBALLS! Bucky cried in frustration as several inches of IV tube slid into his ass. Tim professionally taped the remaining tube to Bucky's leg and went for the next nozzle.
"Next!" Ben called, and Bucky saw that Peter had been anally intubated as well. Thanks to the space hero's light coloring you could tell he was blushing to beat the band. Wow, and his cock had started leaking precum.
Tim took up the tube from the orange bag and fed it into Bucky's ass alongside the green tube. Then the tube from the clear bag was inserted, and finally that from the purple. As the exotic chemicals seeped into Bucky's ass and were absorbed through his anal wall, he felt his cock get even more sensitive. What was going on here? At a guess they wanted more cum, but why? He had a fleeting vision of a twisted superhero cum dairy bar with supervillainesses (and maybe the occasional supervillain) slurping down his hot seed, but maybe it was for something else. Maybe they meant to clone up an army of super-studs? Or... but his cock was telling him there were more important things to worry about.
"Those're some real pretty dicks you got there, boys," Tim cackled. "Now we're gonna teach you how to put `em to their proper use."
Peter tried to say something. Probably that he already knew perfectly well how to use his dick. Bucky wanted to say the same damned thing, but the gag, of course, made it impossible to protest.
The techs stepped over to a cabinet and after some consideration returned with something in their clenched right hands. Opening their fists, Tim and Ben revealed two yellow rings, just wide enough to slip over the heroes' cockheads. They set the rings aside for a moment while they slicked up the heroes' shafts with lube. Then they placed a ring down on the head of each man's cock.
"You are gonna love this, heroes," Ben said.
The techs carefully slid the rings down past the corona of swollen cockheads and then down the body of the heroes' lubed-up shafts themselves. As the ring rubbed over Bucky's frenulum, that sensitive node of nerves sent a jolt of painfully intense pleasure to his brain.
"Ah!" Bucky moaned.
The ring's touch was more erotically charged than anything he could remember experiencing—and with his dark brooding good looks he'd seen his share of action. He didn't think it could get better, until it did. The golden ring began to glow, and slowly it crept, provocatively, back up Bucky's hard cock, leaving a trail of erotic overload in its wake.
"Vuuuuuuuh!" Bucky tried to yell around his gag, and his hips valiantly tried to thrust into something that wasn't there. Fuck!
"Yeah, boy," Tim said as he stroked Bucky's unruly mop of hair, "That little monster is one hell of a masturbator. It's gonna work its way up to your cockhead and then slide back down. And then up and down again and so forth. It's like a Roomba, but it's not gonna clean up—at least not your room. Nope, what it's going to do is clean out-- your balls specifically. And after you've blown your wad, it'll take advantage of the industrial strength BLUBALLS we're feeding into your butt and start all over again."
Bucky stared in horror. The guy was really proposing to milk him like a cow—but over and over.
"Enjoy," Tim said. "By the time you leave this lab, you'll have accepted that your only purpose in life is to cum, and you'll do that where and when we tell you to. And as often as we tell you to."
Bucky thrashed in his bondage, but not to escape. The masturbot was driving him crazy as it squelched through the precum that now cascaded from his piss-slit down the shaft, adding to the erotic potential of the demonic device. If this was what the doctor had ordered then Bucky was down with the prescription.
Bucky's body trembled violently, and he grunted as his cock suddenly blew ropes of cum into the air. They landed mostly on his stomach. It was the most mind-blowing release he had ever experienced.
God,' Bucky prayed, Never let this stop!'
Tim just smiled and ran his finger through the white goo, rubbing the rich cream between his thumb and forefinger.
"I'll leave you to it," the departing tech smirked as the masturbot slid down Bucky's cock to start milking his cock once again. Fuck!
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Bucky wasn't sure later how long the masturbot worked his fuck-meat or how many times he came in that lab from hell. He never passed out or fell asleep, but time just lost meaning to him. When the techs came back, though, the heroes were awash with the sperm of a dozen orgasms at least.
"Hot damn!" Ben clapped his hands. "Look at all that cum, Tim. Can you imagine how much we'll be able to could charge for that?!"
"Yeah, Ben,' Tim said. "I can. These two are just as good in the jizz department as Cap and Spiderslut. But I wonder..."
The tech flicked a fingertip across Bucky's frenulum, and the exhausted hero shot again. Again! Bucky's eyes rolled up, and he grunted like a pig in slops. It was soooo good.
(Which was all due of course to the other drugs the IV had been filling them up with—especially the aphrodisiac TURNON and brainwashing drug REWRITE.)
Tim pulled out Bucky's gag and said, "You like to cum for us, boy?"
Bucky tried to answer with words, but found that it was easier to nod the affirmative.
"And who says when you get to cum, boy?"
This was easier.
"Yee-ooo, zur," Bucky slurred.
"That's right. You're a good boy, and good boys get to cum a lot for us," Tim said, had having delivered his praise he began to release Bucky's feet from the stirrups. Rubbery from being so long in an unnatural position, the hero's legs flopped down on the table and refused to move any further. Tim slid the masturbot off over Bucky's cum-coated cockhead, and the tubes were carefully removed from his ass in reverse order. Finally, the straps holding him to the table were undone.
"Pity we're not training them to be sex slaves," Ben said as he helped Star Lord sit up. "I'd really enjoy spending some quality time with this hot bitch sucking my big dick!"
And Ben stroked the outline of a what-- a foot of cock?-- that was pressing against his trouser leg.
"Maybe someday" Tim said, "But for now Doc has a better use for them, and he wants them kept on slow boil, but otherwise untouched until a client comes in and asks for one of them. Capiche?"
"Yeah, I got it," Ben pouted.
The unstrapped heroes found that neither one of them had any inclination to get away from the men who had just sexually tortured them and brainwashed them into submission. Led naked through the—well it looked for all the world like a medical facility—Bucky and Star Lord were pushed into separate holding cells.
"Lie down, boy," Tim said, pointing at the cot that was the cell's only furniture, and Bucky lay his sweaty body, still dripping from his many loads, down on the sheets.
"Now, rest until Doc sends for you."
After Tim shut the door, a sedative gas filled the room, and Bucky slid into a dreamless sleep.
He didn't even wonder for a second who this Doc was that had had him kidnapped and broken.