This is a work of fan fiction, no copyright infringement is
intended. Spiderman, Peter Parker, the Daily Bugle, the Scorpion
and Max Gargan are the property of Marvel Comics.
Peter Parker had spent weeks in agony- between looking for the
Scorpion and waiting for the video to hit the shelves. Nights were
spent between swinging around looking and patrolling gay book stores-
as parker- to see if it was out. The anticipation- the fear- was
draining him. He was haggard, and sloppy.
Then a break- the front page of the Bugle had it- "Scorpion Stops
Terrorists". The article stated that terrorists had broken the
scorpion out of jail to help them. But he, aka Max Gargan, had
helped the FBI in trapping the cell. His reward was a dropping of
all charges against him, a clean record, a cash reward, and he was
no- legit??
being forced to suck his cock.
Parker found Gargan's address and knew he had to go and see for
himself. He changed into his costume and started to swing.
He arrived to the top of the building- looked over the edge. On his
balcony, tanning was Max Gargan. Spidey had not seen him out of his
Scorpion costume. There he was in a square cut suit- massive bod
showing a big pecs, an eight pack and quads. Spidey also noticed
the large cock.
He lept down- straddling the lounge chair. Both arms on the chair-
his legs around Max's mid-section.
"OK Scorpie- where's that video?"
"Hi Spidey- missed me?"
"No games- I want that video- all the copies"
"Gee..not even small talk- after all we've been through? I'm
disappointed"
Spidey leaned down- his face in Max's.
"Fuck you jerk!"
"Is that a request?"
Max raised his right hand and traced Spidey's cock under his tights.
Spidey's cock grew- as did his temper.
Spidey jumped off to the left-
"NO! Not again. No drugs, no tricks- damn you!!"
Max stayed in the chair.
"Spidey.. you seem so tense. Perhaps you need to relieve the
tension."
Spidey turned towards him- "Stop the games- where is that video?
Why hasn't it hit the stores?"
"Dude- that's what the problem is- you want to see your name in
everyone's dvd? Or at least everyone in the village."
Spidey turned and slammed his fist into the wall.
Max stood up-
"You see- that's the justice in this. Because of you I spent every
day wondering who was going to come on to me, force me to suck them,
be fucked by them. You made jail a living hell for me. Living on
the edge. Now YOU know how it feels. So Spiderspunk- the video
will come out when I chose. And don't think about breaking into
here- there are copies elsewhere."
Max was right behind his foe- Spidey was standing there facing the
wall, arms against the wall. The Scoprion reached around and
grabbed Spidey's pecs. He gently ground his cock against the man's
ass.
"But then you liked being in those scenes didn't you?"
with and his ass being rubbed.
"Come on, admit it. You like it. Want it"
Spidey's senses were in overload. His body was loving the
sensation, his mind in terror.
"NO!"
Spidey broke away. Turning he screamed
"Youo've had your frickin fun- now leave me alone!...Anyone else
seen that thing?"
"Well now that you asked- I did have a private showing for a few
friends from the pen."
Spidey lunged for the smirking jerk. Grabbing him by his broad
shoulders.
"Enough!! Stop!"
dumb enough to screw this up. I've gone legit, have a great job,
this place, so you mess with me and the law will be on you like-
well spandex"
With that Scorpy grabbed Spiderman's ass and gave it a squeeze.
Spidey shoved him back- ran to the railing and prepared to swing
away.
"Hey Spidey- is that a stain on that suit?"
As Spidey swung away- he noticed his precum on his tights and heard
the Scorpion's laughter.
The scorpion grabbed his cell phone and called a friend.
"Hey man- just to let you know- spunkerman is all fucked up- primed
for your taking."
"Uh huh- later Rhino"
A shit-eating grin covered his face as he resumed his tanning.
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