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"With all due respects to copyright laws, etc. With a start, Spiderman started to awake. A hard slap in the face bought him out of a deep sleep. He had no idea how long he had slept. He only knew he could sleep for longer. But the Dominator had other plans. His last memory was being changed by the Dominator, and a fist coming straight at his face- then nothing. Still groggy from the drug, lack of sleep, and weeks of fighting, Spiderman tried to figure out what was up. He was in shackles, hands and feet, in the middle of the room. The Dominator stood in front of him, blocking his view. "Welcome back, have a nice nap?" "I'm touched, but your awake up service needs work" "Still joking, yeh. That's nice- for soon you're going to be using your mouth for other things." "Well, I'll have a steak, rare, baked potato, and corn," Spiderman said, while trying to but time. "You'll eat soon enough- but first things first. Don't try to figure a way out. I've planned ahead. First those shackles are strong enough for you when you're at full strength. In your pathetic condition, its no use. " Spiderman had discovered that, but was hoping his strength would return if this lunatic kept talking. "Second, your breaking starts before you can regain your strength- I'm not as stupid as you think. Third, you don't have these" And with that he held up the web shooters normally on Spiderman's arms. "I am going to dominate you- and you will beg for me to." "I don't think so. A lot of other sickos have tried to beat me into submission and failed. Add your name to the list cuddles." "I shall not beat you down- but off" The Dominator tosses the web shooters aside and slowly walks towards the hero. Pulling out a knife he gets close. Spiderman tries to move- but his limbs are pulled too tight. "You won't be needing this costume any more" and with that the villain starts to cut into it. Not roughly, but gently. Spiderman can feel the knife gently moving up his left arm. Dominator pulls back the fabric. He then does the other. The tingling sensation starts to arose Spiderman. Dominator moves behind, with his body right up against the hero. Reaching around he cuts away the front. To reach, he rubs his crotch against Spiderman's ass. Spiderman tries not to show any sign, but his cock grows in his costume. With his shirt completely gone, it's time for the pants. The Dominator moves to the front and kneels. Spiderman looks down, and says no, but his cock is now hard. The knife slowly goes up the inside of his thigh. As it gets to the crotch, the villain puts his hand up into it separating it from the clothes underneath. He repeats it with the other leg. Spiderman squirms. "Is this affecting you? Putting his mouth on the cock, he starts to lick it through the fabric. Spiderman moans with pleasure. "That's right give in. Give yourself over to me and pleasure will be yours." "N o o." The Dominator makes the final cut and the costume falls away. Spiderman now stands shackled in just his boots and thong and his mask. "Perhaps some more encouragement is needed." Getting up, he goes to the table. He returns with two tit clamps. He tightly secures they to the prisoner. A mixture of pleasure and fear is gripping Spiderman. Before he can figure out what to do the Dominator is behind him. Grinding his package into Spiderman’s ass, and reaching around and working on his cock. He pulls the thong down under the balls- and strokes the 8" roughly. "You want to shoot don't you boy? Well when you submit, you will." Harder and harder the cock is worked. Spiderman's senses are going wild- this massive man wrapped around him, his tits on fire, the cock rubbing against his crack, and the Dominator licking and kissing his neck. Cum starts to build up. His body rocks with rhythm, but just before release- the Dominator stops it. Unfulfilled, Spiderman loosens. Then it starts again. Again he is brought near to shooting, each time asked to surrender, and refuses. After several hours, Spiderman's will starts to weaken. I need to shoot! I can't take it again. I can't help myself. 'This time, a little spanking to add some variety." And the Dominator starts again, adding rough slaps to the bare butt. 'To get the release you want, just say the word. You know you want to. IN fact- let's give you an incentive." Crossing the room he grabs a couple of crates and puts them in front of Spiderman. He then strips, showing, his 210 cock. Climbing the crates- it is now in the hero's face. "I'll beat this for you, boy you must beg me to take off your mask. " And so the jerking started- the smell of his meat, the hint of precum, all being rubbed in his mask. Spiderman's cock got harder and harder. He opened his mouth, but the mask would not let enough of it in. "Please take my mask off!!! " "Do you surrender? Are you now mine?" "Anything! " "You need to say it- " "I surrender. You are my Dominator!" "Good Boy- now here's your treat" With that he listed off the mask. Spiderman eagerly started licking the cock and trying to get it into his mouth. "Please- help me" The Dominator maneuvered the cock into the mouth- while Spiderman gave the deepest service he could. As cum shot down his throat, he heard the laughter of the Dominator. His own wad shot- so much pleasure- he didn't care about his mask, the shackles the humiliation, anything- only the taste of cum and the release.