The Clinic Chapter 4: Epilogue Evan Andrews 2022
This is a fan fiction.
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Peter Parker, Spiderman, screamed and his hard young cock sprayed the roof of his isolation chamber with sperm. Again. Number six for anyone keeping count, and someone was.
"Very good, Spider Lad," the watching Reed Richards, Mr. Fantastic, said as a robotic sampling arm extended to vacuum up a few drops of the orgasmic fluid.
His eyes unfocussed and still locked in the throes of his orgasm, Spidey gasped and then slid into an abbreviated afterglow that would last no longer than it took the computer to complete its analysis and change the formula of the detox fluid dripping into his arm. Meanwhile, another set of mechanical arms sucked up the rest of the hero's jizz from inside his containment chamber.
Reed smiled as he read the results of the analysis on his tablet screen. Things were proceeding swimmingly with this patient. Then, hearing escalating moans coming from another section of the lab, Reed wandered in that direction. Either Cap or Bucky was about to join Spidey in the sixth orgasm club.
The lab was currently full of isolation chambers through which Reed had to dodge. Every hero who had been rescued during the lightning raid on the Clinic had been hustled here, and, after examination had revealed what was ailing his friends and allies, Reed had set them on a course of "treatment".
Not that the raid had netted the Big Bad. Clearly this Doc that the kidnapped heroes mumbled about was smart enough to realize not only that his twisted facility couldn't last forever, but also bright enough to guess precisely when the axe was ready to fall. Of course. He ran the place for as long as he could and then beat a hasty retreat when the Fantastic 4 swooped in for the rescue. Doc's henchmen were gone too, and all his databanks had been wiped and their drives destroyed. All they found in the place were a bevy of fuck-addled heroes. What it boiled down to was that Doc had gotten away with his nefarious plot, and maybe a hundred women were out there carrying a hero's baby. The plan was sick. It was twisted. And Reed smiled at its thoroughness. Ben and Johnny, on the other hand, incensed at the wickedness that had been perpetrated on their friends had reduced what had been left behind to rubble. If anything could have been learned from the Clinic, it was lost now.
Stepping between the chambers holding Captain America and the Winter Soldier, Reed checked the meters and saw he'd been right—doubly right, in fact. Both men were about to blow their wads. These two were ahead of everybody except Spider Kid, and Reed wondered... Spidey had sheer youth and hormones on overdrive on his side, but these two, maybe it was that they had a clear view of one another while his devices worked with their bodies to expel another portion of the drugs and the nanobots that Doc had introduced. The two heroes had always been close friends, so perhaps in their current drugged state they were subconsciously acting out fantasies they'd never admit to owning. Interesting. Reed was glad he had cameras rolling to catch this all.
"Cumming!" Cap yelled, "Oh fuck, Bucky! It's! I! Oh, shit!!"
Cap shot a blast of cum up across his broad chest. And another. And then a third. And a fourth. After that his dick managed a few more pulses that expelled the last of this load, and then it fell limp, exhausted. Bucky was only seconds behind his one-time mentor, and his exploding cock managed to also paint not only his body but also his broodingly handsome face with streamers of rich fuck-cream.
"Arrggggghhhhhhhh!"
Once again samples were taken mechanically, and (while the remaining sperm was collected) the computer analyzed the orgasmic fluids before prescribing a new formula for the brothers-in-affliction heroes.
The lab echoed with cries as hero after hero was purged of another layer of his infestation. It was not a quick process, and aside from the momentary bliss of release it might easily be described as torture—of a sort. But it was a necessary torture.
Reed's wife, Sue, had expressed her concern on that point from Day 1 of the treatment, and she had a point. The treatment Reed was subjecting these men to would scarcely pass the usual medical ethics review.
"Can't you at least give them drugs, or a sedative, or something?!" she'd asked.
"I am giving them drugs, dear. But as for sedatives or the like, no," he'd said, "Not unless we want them to remain in their slave breeder states for much longer."
"Longer?"
"Months longer, dear," Reed had said. "The nanobots are tenacious and the drugs Doc used on them were cumulative. Tell me, do you think our friends and allies would want to remain cum robots for as much time as it would take them to detox naturally?"
Sue had relented, so now Reed was entrenched in a testosterone-fueled lap surrounded by magnificent male bodies, contorting in ecstasy as their infestations were slowly but surely dealt with. It was magnificent.
"Well, my friends," Reed said to the semiconscious heroes, "This is still going to take a while, so I'll leave you men to it. Cum as often as you can, and I'll be back to check on you in—say, twelve hours."
Cries went up from the men who were capable of understanding the import of Reed's words—twelve more hours of exquisite torture!-- but the most poignant sound came from T'Challa, the Black Panther, as he came again. Number five.
Reed smiled as samples were taken for analysis, and the rest of the African stud's seed was collected and transferred to a separate container. And that bit of the process was entirely T'Challa's fault. The Wakandan Embassy had specifically demanded that their king's cum be kept to be returned to his country along with him when he had been thoroughly detoxed. That had given Reed an idea, and he had taken to storing all the heroes' sperm after it was collected. After all, who knew when a vault of semen samples might come in handy.
The door closed with a click of the lock.
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Wandering into another lab, a secret lab known only to himself, Reed smiled as he turned his gaze on the naked body of his brother-in-law, Johnny Storm, the Human Torch. The gorgeous blond lay on his back, spread on an examination table that might have come straight out of Doc's indoctrination and training room. (Interestingly, the resemblance went so far as consecutive serial numbers had anyone checked; what a pity Doc's equipment had been destroyed.) Johnny's legs were bent up over his chest and his feet were secured in stirrups. Four IV tubes were stuck in the young man's ass delivering mindfuck drugs and the boy's own dose of nanobots. A trail of drool fell from Johnny's mouth and made a stain in the fabric of the table cover, a stain that had been growing for a few days now. This day, however, was to be different. Johnny was not bound to the table, nor was there a masturbot crawling its way up and down the boy's sensitive shaft to drive the blond vision into a frenzy that could only be assuaged by his cumming.
Johnny saw Reed, and pleaded wordlessly.
I need to cum,' the boy's eyes said. Reed, help me!'
"For you, Johnny," Reed said out loud, "Anything."
The leader of the Fantastic 4 gingerly removed the tubes from Johnny's ass and eased the young man's feet out of the stirrups. Reed ran a hand over the sweaty, cum-dappled body, teasing a nipple before stepping away.
With Johnny's hungry eyes fixed on him, Reed pulled off his uniform, revealing the body of an older man but an older man who knew how to take care of himself. Johnny moaned. Reed was a sight, if you had an eye for such things, and Johnny had been slowly sliding down that slippery slope. Smiling, Reed climbed up onto the table and straddled the young man's hips.
"Uh," Johnny managed, but Reed shushed him.
The older man took hold of Johnny's shaft and directed it into his own mature asshole, sighing as the thick length slid deeper and deeper until Reed's butt cheeks hit flesh and Johnny bottomed out.
"Ooooh!" Johnny moaned, and his hips thrusted even deeper. Smiling, his brother-in-law and sometimes mentor began to ride the young hero's raw dick the same way dozens of women had ridden the heroes even now being detoxed nearby.
Reed, known to his men at the Clinic as Doc, sighed as Johnny desperately fucked him, thrusting hard into the riding asshole. Reed wished he could have been more hands-on with his managing of the Clinic, especially the training sessions—with his ass as a surrogate pussy. (Reed had fantasized getting fucked by most of the men he'd kidnapped.) As it turned out, however, it had been all for the best that he had kept apart. There was no chance now that the heroes would ever connect him with the infamous Clinic.
Slowing the speed of the fuck, Reed had his own cock, as elastic as the rest of his body, extend towards Johnny's face.
"Open up, Johnny," Reed said, "And taste my dick."
Johnny, straight as a poker for all that he was currently fucking a guy's cunt, looked at the bulbous cockhead in horror.
"No," he gasped, "Not that!"
"Now, now," Reed said, and stretching out his arms he pressed pressure points on jaw and forced the mouth to open.
Dismay was still written all over Johnny's face when Reed's cock stretched forward and ran over the boy's lips.
"Suck it, you hot bitch."
"Mmmmm," Johnny moaned, as Reed extended his piece into the blond stud's oral cavity. As he took ownership of the boy's mouth, Reed reduced the girth of his cock so as not to traumatize the young man while he sucked his first cock (or perhaps took his first oral fuck was closer to the truth of what was happening.) Trauma could wait until later when Reed decided to really fuck his throat.
"Yes," he sighed, as he released the pressure points and Johnny's mouth closed around the shaft of manmeat. The visible dismay had gone now, and the blond vision began to fellate his mentor.
"Good, good boy," Reed gasped as Johnny got better and better at his task. "Suck that dick. Use your tongue! Fuck! Yeah, let your teeth graze my flesh. You sweet, sweet cocksucker."
One look at Johnny's eyes revealed that the young hero had resolved his dilemma. Straight though he might be, this sucking cock just felt right at a primordial level. Bit by bit he realized he really wanted to suck cock. Hell, maybe he'd wanted Reed's cock all along and just had never realized it. Whatever, Johnny embraced the role of suck-whore, and Reed slowly let his cock increase in size. Johnny never noticed, so Reed let the boy fellate him for nearly half an hour before his now-thick cock withdrew. Snaking around its owner's body, the flexible member took aim on Johnny's fuck-hole with an eye to popping that cherry as well. As before start Reed decided to start small and work his way up to his usual fat cock as the fucking progressed
"Reed!" Johnny screamed as the fantastic elastic dick forced its way inside his ass. And then, "Oh god! Fuck!" as the magic cock began to ride over his sphincter muscle, filling his virgin hole inch by inch, thrust by thrust, as it reached for his prostate.
"Hush, Johnny," Reed said calmingly as he began to bounce on the boy's dick again. "Relax. The same way your cock loves having me fuck myself on it. Your ass is learning the same lesson. It wants to be filled—with my dick-- and it wants me to fuck it—like I'm doing now. Admit that to yourself, Johnny. Accept it, and your ass, well... the more you get fucked, the more attuned to taking cock your hole will become and the more you'll love being bred. In less than a week, what with all the treatment and training I have planned, you should be a well-adjusted eager bitch. My eager bitch to be specific."
Johnny whined, the words punctuated by Reed's thrusts, "Reed please no ."
"Yes, you sweet boy, there is no escape from me retraining your brain. Nobody's going to come save you. Sue thinks you're at some retreat trying to come to grips with what you saw at the Clinic, and Ben—well, you've pissed Ben off often enough that he's not going to give a damn whatever happens to you. Hell, he might even welcome having a team fuckboy to hand."
Reed tightened his hole and twisted on the blond's shaft.
"Ohhhhh!" Johnny cried. "So hot! So good! So... fuck!"
"That's right, Johnny. It feels good, so why not do it?"
"Grrr!" Johnny growled in lust as his hips upped the pace once more.
"Fuck me, Johnny," Reed said as the kid thrust up into him with more and more libidinous abandon.
Reed's face contorted as the kid pounded his chute, and he reciprocated, his dick fattening as he force fucked Johnny's cunt open wide-- making him a slave to big dick in his butt. The super scientist took his brother-in-law's pommeling until something inside clicked, and, as Johnny screamed, Reed cried out, "Fuck me, you fucking bitch; I'm going to cum!"
"Ghrargh!" two hot heroes screamed as their bodies gave it up and simultaneously painted each other's guts. Floods of sperm overflowed from this their first coupling, staining and scent-marking the fabric they'd been screwing on.
"Damn, Johnny," Reed said. "Having you as a fuck slave is going to be truly hot stuff."
"Fuck. Slave. Hot. Stuff," Johnny murmured as Reed scooped up some of the boy's seed from where it was leaking out of his ass. Sniffing it on his fingers, Reed proceeded to feed it to the young man.
"That's right," Reed said as the grinning Johnny unselfconsciously licked the fingers clean, "Seriously hot stuff."
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Back in the main lab, Thor howled as his balls boiled over again.
Number seven.