Peter's Descent Part Five

“Come on Spiderman,” the man said, “Let my friend help you out…”

Peter shuddered as the strange man took hold of his cock and began to stroke him. He moaned as he sat there stunned, the drugs making everything hotter, but his mind was so fogged…

“Who knew Spidey was packing,” the guy said as he took the superhero into his mouth. Peter was stunned, he knew this was wrong and that he should resist but the drugs made everything seem like it was underwater. He just sat there, letting the man film him getting blown in costume, wishing anyone still knew who he was.

The stranger’s tongue rolled around his head and his eyes rolled back in his head as he started losing the fight to care. Peter began to lose himself in the sex, his body had been untouched for so long and the narcotics coursing through his veins made every touch like a mini orgasm.

The man came off his cock and Peter looked at him in shock…not wanting it to stop.

“My turn,” another guy said, moving over and grabbing Peter off the bed and tossing him to a couch, “You busted my crew up last year in Brooklyn…this is payback.”

The man spread Peter’s cheeks and began to rim him, causing the drugged boy to freeze up as he felt a man’s tongue enter him…

“N-no…” he gasped as the man worked, “Not in costume…” he panted.

The man came up and smacked Peter’s pert ass, “Spidey has a tasty cunt,” and plunged back in. Pete’s head hung low as he let this man violate Spider-Man on film…

“There we go,” the man said pulling back, “Always said I was going to fuck you boy…” the man took a small rock from a vial and slipped it in Peter’s hole, “And now you’re going to scream for it.”

He pushed into Peter’s hole and the boy winced at first as he felt a burning consume his ass as the guys cock began to slam into him…whatever he had pushed into his ass made him want more…hungry…horny…

“Oh god…” Peter gasped, “Fuck…fuck…”

“Say it boy…what do you want?” the man asked.

Something snapped in Peter’s mind, “Fuck me! Oh shit fuck me harder!!

The stranger did just that, fucking the boy within an inch of his life. Peter was a babbling fool, pushing back recklessly against the man’s cock…screaming for more.

“Ok dude,” one of the other thugs complained, “Our turn…”

“There’s room,” the man laughed, “Come on…”

The two men moved Peter to a bed and pulled him down, “Come on boy…ride those cocks…”

Peter, in a daze, climbed up and positioned both men’s cock at his hole…

With a whimper he forced himself down on both cocks and began to ride them, “Oh god…so full, so fucking full…”

“Come on Spidey!” one of the men called out, “Fuck yourself on those cocks…”

The drugged superhero did just that, losing his mind as he debased himself over and over…begging these criminals to fuck him harder…

Hours passed and Peter was passed around, fucking himself on random cocks throughout the day. The costume was torn off at some point as Peter rode cock after cock until he passed out, covered with stranger’s cum…

When he woke up the world was nothing but pain.

Every muscle in Peter’s body burned, his head was ringing…his mouth was bone dry as he looked around and winced…

“Oh, hey Spidey!” a voice bellowed.

“Too loud…” Peter said, covering his ears…

“Yeah that’s withdrawal…” the voice said, “You want the pain to stop.”

Peter nodded.

“Then tell me what you know.”

Peter looked up, the man was blurry cause his eyes were so red, “About?”

The voice shrugged, “Anything…let’s start with Captain America, you know him?”

Peter nodded.

“How do we get him?” Peter looked confused, “How do we get him hooked on this too?”

He held up a vial and Peter almost lunged at it as the voice pulled it away.

“Soon, how do we get this to work on him?”

Peter sighed, the burning in his veins were like razor blades, “Please don’t make me do this…”

The man was right next to Peter, “You want to stop hurting?”

There was a syringe in his hand, pressed to Peter’s vein.

Peter nodded.

“How do we get this to work on Captain America?” he asked, the needle pricking his skin…

“I-I…” Peter stammered as he felt the liquid ecstasy enter his body and chase the pain and confusion away, “Oh fuck yeah!”

The man tossed the needle away and grabbed Peter’s cheeks, “How do we get this to work on Steve Rogers?”

Peter’s mind blurred as all he felt was joy...

“I would need a lab…” Peter said with a giggle, “And more of that.”

The man chuckled, “Oh we can handle that.”