Spidercunt

Spiderman had been scaling the wall of the New York Public Library about to catch the latest petty thief when it happened. One minute, he was calling out a witty one-liner at the thief who was quickly losing stamina—I mean, who goes about stealing flat-screen TVS without a getaway car? Peter thought—and the next, he was falling into the waiting arms of the NYPD. He had been shot with some kind of dart gun. A poisoned dark gun. A poisoned dark gun filled with some type of anti-Spiderman serum. He only knew that because the police chief said so, gloatingly, as he handcuffed him and pushed him quite forcefully into the back of his cruiser. Oh, and the fact that his powers short-circuited entirely after he had been shot. Yeah, that gave him a clue.

Peter knew he was in deep shit when they removed his mask at the station. His strength still wasn’t back, and he was forced to dress in an ugly prison jumpsuit. There should be a law against forcing people to wear orange. It really wasn’t his color.

“So, what’s your name, kid?” The police were interrogating him now.

“Not a kid,” he said, admittedly rather childishly. “You gentlemen are looking at a bonafide college man. Look, I even have the chin hairs to prove it,” Peter said casually.

“Oh yeah?” a man seated across from him said. Ironically, the man’s bushy mustache made him look like he belonged in a jail cell. And what name are you enrolled under?”

“Man.”

The mustache cop got out a pen. “One ‘n’ or two?”

“Just one,” Peter watched as the mustache man wrote that down.

“And your first name?”

 “Spider.”

The man’s pen stopped moving. He looked up at the college student with a look that said, ‘Why did I fucking bother?’ Instead, he said, “Alright, this is how it’s going to go. I ask you your name, and you tell me. Then we both move on with our lives.”

“Are you hourly or salary?”

“Salary. Why?”

“Because if you were hourly, at least you’d be making overtime because I ain’t telling you shit.”

Peter watched the man remove a remote from his desk drawer and point at the camera in the corner. The red light flickered off.

“Real cute kid. Real cute.” Peter wasn’t expecting Mustache-man to grab his chin with his big, beefy fingers. “You know what happens to cute kids in this place? I’m sure you do.”

“I’m Spiderman, remember? I’m not exactly scared of some two-bit criminals. I can take care of myself.”

“You say that now, but we have enough of that drug—whatever the fuck it is—to keep you powerless for a nice long time.”

“Oh, please. Like I need superpowers to—”

He hadn’t expected a punch to the jaw either. His spider-sense was gone, just like the rest of his powers.

“You’re not so tough without all that weird mutant shit. We’ve been trying to put you behind bars for a long time, Mr. Man and we aren’t about to let you slip away like the spider you think you are. We will find out your identity. Maybe not today, but it doesn’t matter anyway. You aren’t going anywhere. He turned the camera back on before calling for assistance. Two men manhandled him into a cell. An occupied cell.

Once the guards were gone, his cellmate spoke. “You that new guy? You really Spiderman?”

“Yep. Spiderman. That’s me. And you are?” Peter extended his hand to the large bearded black man—no, the large bearded black bodybuilder, more like. This man’s muscles had muscles.

“Kevin.”

“You don’t look like a Kevin.”

“And you don’t look like a spider, kid.”

“Man. Seriously, it’s in my name. Spiderman. What is everyone’s problem today?”

His cellmate quirked a thick eyebrow. “Well, Spiderman, the other guys in here call me Dave. You can, too.”

“Dave? Well, at least it’s better than Kevin.”

“Yeah, suits me too. You know, Dave’s Crackers, the ones shaped like neckties? That’s where my nickname comes from.”

“Oh yeah, those were good. Haven’t seen them in a while. Must have been discontinued. Why do they call you that?”

“‘Cus I like my crackers,” he said, sliding a large hand down Peter’s spine. The black man, Dave, cupped an ass cheek before Peter stepped out of reach.

“Oh, oh no. I was thinking we could be friends, actually. Like, let me know if you need me to get you something, and I’ll see what I can do. That sort of thing.”

The man smiled at him. “I was thinking the very same thing. You know what I want right now?”

“Some peace and quiet?”

“A good fuck.”

“Look, Kevin or Dave, whatever your name is, I’m not some fresh meat you can take advantage of. I’m a superhero. Do you know how many guys I’ve put in this place? Guys just like you. So—”

The large black man suddenly grabbed Peter by his hair and pulled him close. “You think us criminals don’t know that your powers are gone? Word gets around quick in this place. We all know your current situation. A lot of us even know you personally. There are a lot of guys in here who are itching to get payback on you for putting us in here. And I’m no exception. Do you even remember my face, Spiderman?”

Peter didn’t. He put so many criminals in prison; how would he be able to recognize all of them? They were usually quick captures. A funny one-liner, and that was it. Once he had a guy tied up in his web, he didn’t stay and chat. He hardly ever waited for the police. The only faces he could remember were the really bad guys, the supervillains. They and Uncle Ben’s murderer. That face still haunts him.

“So you see,” Dave went on, “you’re going to be my little Crackerhole from now on.” Then he laughed. “Me and my friends’, that is.”

“You broke him in yet?” Peter looked over his shoulder. They had company. Big company. Was everyone here a goddamn bodybuilder? Like, really?

“Not yet, wanna help me?”

Four other men entered the cell. Peter was starting to get worried. Could he really fight all five guys without his powers?

He didn’t have to wait long for the answer. The men beat the fuck out of him when it was apparent he wasn’t going to cooperate. He tried to fight back but was pretty useless without his strength, speed, and spider-sense. Damn, Peter thought, if I just had my web shooter I could take care of these guys. No problem. Unfortunately, they’d been confiscated by police when he was arrested.

The men savagely took his orange jumpsuit off while Peter struggled. The men held him down on hands and knees while Dave lubricated his cock with hand lotion.

“Hey, wait,” Peter begged, realizing for the first time that these men weren’t just trying to rough him up as payback for capturing them. No, they actually intended to rape him. “Seriously, guys, stop. When I get free, I’ll see what I can do to make life here a little more comfortable for you guys. How ‘bout that?”

“You’ll be making life more comfortable for me in just a moment,” Dave said, stroking his cock.

Peter looked over his shoulder when he felt the tip of the man’s cock touch his pucker. He struggled under the weight of Dave’s four friends. And then there was pain.

Peter tried to hold in a scream as Dave’s cock forced its way inside his virgin hole. It hurt. It really fucking hurt.

He’d had sex before, but not like this. Not gay sex. Not anal. And Dave isn’t what some might call average either. His cock was thick and long, and it rammed into his guts with no mercy. Peter cried out in pain as the massive intrusion forced itself inside, inch by painful inch, until there was nowhere for it to go. Peter looked over his shoulder. That was a mistake. The man still had about two inches to go. Where the fuck could it go? In the next moment, he found out.

“Fuck! I love breaking in a virgin cracker! Their holes are always so tight. His s-curve hasn’t been pulverized yet.”

“Not for long,” one of his friends said. This guy was a shade lighter than Dave and had the longest horse cock Peter had ever seen. His cock went down to his knees, for shit’s sake. “If you don’t end up straightening that curve, we all know I definitely will.”

“Oh, I’ll straighten it, all right,” Dave said. “Get ready, Spiderboy, I’m about to rearrange your guts.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry,” Horse-cock guy said. “It’ll help you be more flexible. We’re going to mold your insides to the shape of our cocks.” A few of the others laughed.

They couldn’t be serious, Peter thought. If they tried to put their cocks in all the way, he’d…he’d…would he tear? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to find out. He struggled under the weight of four men while Dave slapped him on the ass.

The man gave him no warning before forcing more of his cock inside him. Peter had been wrong. He’d thought there was nowhere for the man’s cock to go, but that wasn’t entirely true. There was a place. The only problem was that it was his large intestine, and if you remember anatomy class, you know that there isn’t exactly a straight road to the stomach. Peter screamed as the large cock forced his large intestine to straighten out. It was excruciating. But then, two inches of his large intestine was straightened for the man who was raping him.

“Yeah, that’s good,” Dave said. “I’m all the way in now.”

That’s when another of Dave’s friends, a man who was currently holding his shoulder down, unzipped his fly and brought his dirty cock to Peter’s lips. “Suck me off,” he said. Peter looked up. The man had intimidating tattoos all down his arms and a few on his face and neck. Peter didn’t open his mouth.

Or rather, he didn’t open his mouth until the man started punching him in the face. Okay, look, getting punched in the face hurts. Not as much as a dick in the butt, but still pretty bad. What would he do, keep refusing until his face looked like ground beef?

“That’s a good boy,” the tattoo man said as Peter began licking the underside of his shaft. This man clearly hadn’t showered in a week. He sucked the head into his mouth while his ass was fucked into obedience. “Go on, get in there. Clean under my foreskin, too. Don’t you dare skip the dick cheese. It’s nice and rancid for you.”

Peter almost threw up. Was he joking? He moved his tongue under the man’s foreskin, and no, he had not been joking. He nearly vomited again at the crusty old jism around the man’s cock head. How long had that been there? Was it against the rules to take a proper shower in this place?

“Eat it all up, Spiderman. I thought you liked cleaning up crime?” The whole group laughed. All except Peter.

“Oh, fuck! I can’t hold on any longer. Spiderbitch is milking me so good! I’m gonna cream deep inside his bowels!” Dave said.

That’s when he felt it. There was a warmth spreading inside his colon. Inside a place that was previously untouched. And now this criminal had…he had…

Suddenly thick creamy cum was spurting inside his mouth, too, filling it until he had to swallow or risk drowning in it. The cocks were removed from both ends while Peter coughed on cum.

“Looks like Spiderman never learned any manners. You were supposed to swallow, you little shit.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Peter said in a raspy voice.

“Naw, man, that’s why you’re here.” He felt a fist hit his jaw. He went sprawling on the cement floor. “Next time you swallow and say thank you for the drink.”

He felt a few fingers prod at his abused anus. “Look, guys, he really is a Spiderbitch. Looks like my cock broke his delicate hymen. Dave showed him his fingers, which were now coated with blood.

“A-are you guys done now? It hurts, and I really need to focus on escaping,” Peter said, hoping the men had made their point and would leave him alone. He didn’t know how to escape without his powers, but he had to try.

“You ain’t going nowhere,” The Horse-cock man said. “It’s my turn now.”

Peter tried to move away, but Dave and Tattoo-man held him down. Horse-cock wasn’t as thick as Dave, but he started to scream when the man’s cock forced more of his large intestine to straighten out. It was horribly painful. “No! Stop!” he begged. “Please, it hurts! You’re going to destroy my ass!”

Horse-cock only laughed. “That’s kind of the idea. You were the one who put me in this place. I was only trying to steal some money for my mom. She was sick. But no, you didn’t give a shit about any of that. You didn’t even let me explain myself. And now I’m in here. Who the fuck is taking care of my mom now? Nobody. She died a week after I was placed in this hellhole. And it’s all your fault.”

Horse-cock rammed his rod deep inside Peter, straightening the s-curve over and over with each thrust.

“I hope you feel that. I hope you feel my cock buried in your guts. Look, you can see it through your stomach. Peter looked down, and yes, a bump was visibly moving back and forth in his stomach. He could see the man’s cock through his skin. It bruised him deep in his large intestine.

“Shit, I can’t take it anymore,” Horse-cock grunted. “His colon is like a vice. It’s squeezing me so tight. Take it, Spiderbitch. Take my cum, you worthless prison whore.”

The man came inside him, but it wasn’t over yet. The man’s cum was warm in his colon, but then it turned hot. And too much. The man kept his cock deep inside him and moaned as he released more than just semen inside him.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Peter asked. “You can’t be—”

“I’m just having a piss in our new Spidertoilet. You’re so warm, and I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” Dave said. “I think I’ll use this end.” Dave forced his cock down Peter’s throat and, before it could register, began pissing. Peter had to swallow the stream of piss as it came, but it was just too much. He couldn’t keep up. Piss started coming out of his nose. It traveled down his chin and chest and dripped onto the cement floor.

Dave eventually pulled out. “He makes a lousy toilet. Look at all that mess. The guards aren’t going to be too happy with you if you don’t clean it up fast. And if you think we’re brutal with you, you haven’t seen shit. The guards like to shove those batons of theirs up prisoner’s asses for fun. Imagine what they’d do if they saw this mess.”

Peter was in a state of shock. A man had just pissed in his ass while another pissed down his throat. Was this really happening? Was this all some horrible nightmare? He felt a slap to the face.

“You listening? Clean it up!”

“H-How?”

“Lick it all up. Use your tongue. Get that floor all cleaned up.”

Without thinking, Peter began licking up Dave’s piss off the cement floor. Once he’d finished, he realized what he’d done. He almost vomited again.

“That’s a good boy. Looks like you learn fast.”

Peter felt fingers prod at his ass. He looked over his shoulder. Dave’s other friend worked three fingers in and out of his already very sore hole. This guy looked Hispanic and wore a green bandana on his head.

“Dave, I think this boy’s a little too tight if you know what I mean. I don’t think my cock will fit in this little hole.”

The group laughed. “No, not your cock, Diego. You’ve got the thickest dick in this place. Bigger than my fist, man,” Dave said.

Peter looked over at Diego’s cock. He wished he hadn’t. It was huge. It wasn’t as long as Horse-cock’s, but it was definitely wider. Possibly wider than a can of beer.

“Anyone mind if I stretch him out?” Diego asked the group.

“Go for it, Diego,” Tattoo-man said, “Fuck him up good with your fist, man. I want to see this spider cry.”

“Oh, he’s gonna cry, alright,” Dave said. He won’t be able to sit down for days once Diego’s cock leaves his hole.”

Peter felt another of Diego’s fingers breach his entrance. Four fingers were stretching him impossibly wide already. He couldn’t imagine this could be worse.

“Wait, stop! Don’t put your fist inside! Don’t! I can’t take it. I’ll die!”

“What do you mean?” Tattoo-man asked. “Aren’t you a superhero? I’m sure you can take a little fisting. Besides, you’re already bleeding down there. That and the piss will help lube you up.”

Peter felt the man’s thumb work its way inside him. He could feel something tear, and he screamed.

“Shut the fuck up and take my fist!” Diego yelled. Peter felt the man sink his whole hand inside him. His pucker was convulsing against the man’s wrist. Then Diego formed a fist inside him. Peter didn’t know anything could hurt this much.

The man’s fist began thrusting up inside his hole like a battering ram. It completely pulverized his insides. It forced its way through his rectum and even through the s-curve, which was the sorest part of him after it had been forced to straighten over and over. It didn’t take much for it to straighten for Diego’s fist. The man continued to punch up inside him until he couldn’t go any further. There was another bend in his large intestine. Diego had his whole arm up to his elbow inside him. Peter felt like he was going to vomit.

“You’re insides are so squishy, like any other man. Are you sure this guy’s really Spiderman? I bet I could break his body easily. All it would take is a good punch through the wall of his intestine, and he’d be out of commission.”

“Don’t kill him, Diego. Geez. We still want to have fun with him after you’re done,” Dave said, smiling.

Diego laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep him in one piece. But I can’t promise that he won’t be fucked beyond repair.”

Peter felt Diego pull his fist out of his large intestine and then out of his rectum. His ass was being held open by just his wrist now. Then Diego continued to pull.

“Wait! Your fist is too big!”

“It’s big, but this is the only way to stretch you for my cock. Take a deep breath. I’m going to traumatize your sphincter.”

“No!”

Diego started pulling in earnest. His fist was huge, and Peter could feel his ass coming out with it. He didn’t know if his ass would ever go back to normal after this. All he could do was breathe like the man had said. He took a deep breath and felt his ass tear apart on Diego’s fist. It was almost at the broadest part when Dave forced his cock down his throat. Peter’s screams were muffled as Diego’s fist finally made it out of him.

“Oh shit, look at that gape,” Tattoo-man said. Maybe you really are a superhero. The last guy I fisted bled everywhere. He made a huge fucking mess, and I’m pretty sure he had to be looked at by the medic.

Peter felt the man’s fists against his gaped pucker. Now it was pressing in, trying to force an entire fist up his ass. At the same moment, Dave thrust down his throat and came. Peter swallowed as quickly as he could while Diego continued to try to force his fist inside him.

“Come on, you fucking cracker. Let. Me. In,” Diego said.

Dave pulled his cock out of Peter’s throat.

“All right, someone hold his asscheeks open. My fist is going in that hole even if I have to punch it in.”

Tattoo-man placed his hands on Peter’s cheeks and spread them for his friend. Horse-cock decided to shove his dick down Peter’s throat while this was happening.

And then there was pain. With one swift punch, Diego got his fist in his hole. If his ass wasn’t bleeding much before, it sure was now, or at least that’s what it felt like.

Peter couldn’t help moaning at the pain. The men misinterpreted the sound.

“The Spiderbitch is lovin’ it.”

“Guess he likes it rough.”

“‘Course he does. This cracker has devoted his life to us criminals. Of course, he’d get off on serving us. It’s his proper place.”

Diego’s fist was merciless. It punched up inside him and pulled out until his fist was stretching his sphincter impossibly wide. Then punched back in again. Peter could see the man’s fish through the skin of his stomach.

After a while of this fisting session, Diego punched his fist all the way out of him, then punched back in. The man did this several times until he punched out one last time.

Peter heard Dave whistle. “Now that’s a gape, Oh, wait…”

Peter felt it. His insides were coming outside. His rectum was leaving his hole. He tried to tighten up. He tried to clench his anal muscles, but he couldn’t. His anus slowly made its way out of him. Peter blushed, wholly mortified.

“Look at that rosebud,” he heard Horse-cock say.

“Yeah, it’s so thick and juicy. Makes me want to make it bigger. I wonder how much bigger we can make that prolapse,” Dave said.

“Horse-cock came down his throat. “I bet his cock is sure to ruin him some more, and the kid is clearly more than ready for it.”

Peter swallowed the last drops of cum as Diego placed the head of his cock at his entrance. “Alright, Spiderbitch? You ready for my massive baby-maker?”

“No, please. It won’t fit.”

“It’ll fit now that I’ve stretched you out. I’m going to fling my creamy white webs all up inside your spider cunt. I’ll have you begging me to breed your hole. You’ll never be the same after this. I bet you’ll get so addicted you won’t even care about solving crime anymore. All you’ll care about is big black cock stuffing you full.”

“Get real,” Peter spat. Then he screamed. Peter forgot just how thick Diego’s cock was. It wasn’t bigger than his fist, but a close second. It thrust inside him violently. He heard the black man moan behind him. Then he felt a hand on his cock, pumping him.

“Come on, Spiderbitch. Get nice and hard for Diego. Spray that web for him.” It was Tattoo-man.

“Stop! Don’t touch me!” The hand on his cock moved lower to cup his balls. It squeezed. Peter couldn’t help screaming again.

“Be a good boy for us, and we won’t have to hurt you,” Tattoo-man said.

“Well, we’ll still hurt you, but not as much as we could,” Dave said.

“Yeah, my cock is definitely hurtin’ him some,” Diego said.

“More than ‘some,'” Horse-cock said.

Peter tried to breathe while Diego’s cock was destroying his ass, but it was hard. The men liked to watch him suffer, so Diego was being more brutal with him than he had to.

When he finally came, Peter felt his ass prolapse for the second time. It felt like more of his ass came out with Diego’s cum. His worries were justified when Dave felt his protruding flesh with his big, beefy hand.

“That’s got to be half his rectum outside his body,” the man said.

“His prolapse is longer than his cock,” Horse-cock said, snickering.

“That ain’t hard to do, Tattoo-man said. “Kid’s, what? Two inches?”

“Five!” Peter yelled.

“Must be a special ruler, ‘cus that pecker ain’t bigger than three inches.” All the men laughed.

After the gang finished fucking him, they called more of their friends. Peter was abused late into the night. He was fucked, fisted, pissed on, sucked cock, lubed countless times with lotion, was forced to give rimjobs, and eventually passed out when one man shoved a pencil down his piss hole.

And it happened all over again the next day, and the next, and the next. Peter Parker had been in prison for a little over a month. They gave him a dose of the drug that short-circuited his powers once a day. Peter felt utterly helpless. He quite literally needed a hero.

He thought he got one when a man in an all-white suit came to the prison. He didn’t understand what was going on at the time. Peter was taken from his cell and forced into the back of a van. He was in handcuffs and dosed with the drowsiest drug he’d ever taken. He was still awake when the van pulled into the large parking lot of some building. It was huge, like a hospital. Two guards lifted him out of the van and walked him to a small room with a single cot and nothing else. That’s when the man in white came in and introduced himself.

His name was Dr. Reed, and he was very interested in studying him—at least, that’s what he said.

“But how did you get me out of that prison? Won’t there be some kind of uproar, or do you work for the government?”

“No, I don’t work for the feds. I’m a private investor. I gave the prison a sizable donation, nothing short of five million dollars to take you out. Off the record, of course. As far as the public knows, you died in that prison.”

“So…I’m free?”

The man in white, Dr. Reed, gave a chuckle. “No, no. You misunderstand. You’re far from free. You are going to be my little pet project.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m going to take you apart and build you back up to my liking. That’s what it means.”

“I’m not a machine.”

“No, you’re far better than that. You’re Spiderman.”

Peter was allowed to rest in the room for only half a day before his suffering was ramped up tenfold.

The hero was strapped down to his cot, still suffering the effects of the drug he had been given at the prison, so he could do little to resist, especially since Dr. Reed had what seemed like an army of armed guards to subdue him.

His cot was wheeled into another room with a TV. Dr. Reed pressed a button on the side of the cot, and the bed rose into a sitting position. The man then placed headphones on Peter’s head and turned the TV on. Peter heard a man’s soothing voice in his ears, telling him he was safe and tired. Peter began drifting off to sleep or thought he did, while the TV showed a simple visual of a white spiral on a black background. Peter knew what Dr. Reed was trying to do but wasn’t worried. Hypnosis only worked on the gullible.

Peter woke up still strapped down to the cot, but he wasn’t in the same room, and his whole body was sore like he’d just gone for a five-hour run. He was sweaty and naked. He felt something on his nipples. He looked down at himself to see that there were suction cup devices on both nipples, pulling the nubs, which were three times larger than he remembered them being.

But that wasn’t all. The next thing he saw was his cock. It was smaller than it had been. Much smaller. His dick had been an unimpressive four-ish inches before, but now…now it was more like two inches. It was like a baby’s dick. A real micropenis. And that was with an erection. What the fuck had the guy done to him?

The surprises didn’t end there. His ass. Peter watched as the fucking machine worked the thickest dildo he’d ever seen, as thick as Diego’s cock, in and out of his hole at a fast pace. What surprised him was how good it felt. Peter couldn’t help moaning. And that’s when Dr. Reed entered the room.

“How’s my little whore doing, huh?”

“W-What? No, I—” Peter tried to hold in his next moan. He was already beyond embarrassed, and Dr. Reed’s presence was making it worse…and, for some strange reason, making him harder than he already was.

“Looks like everything is progressing well with the experimental drugs I gave you. I bet you can barely contain yourself. Do you want to come?”

What? Peter thought. Did he say experimental drugs? He watched as the man took the cock ring off him. Peter hadn’t noticed the small silver ring earlier.

“Alright, you’re free to come to your heart’s content. Come for me, Spiderman.”

Peter wanted nothing more than to come. His body was so sensitive. His ass felt so good. But no, he wouldn’t give this man the satisfaction.

“Shoot your web, Spiderman!”

Peter’s body suddenly betrayed him. He tensed up, and strings of cum spurted from his now tiny cock.

And kept spurting. When he finally stopped coming, he realized he had a small pool of his own seed covering his stomach and thighs. He had never come so much in his life.

Dr. Reed inspected the abnormally large load and grinned. Then he said the phrase “shoot your web” again. Peter’s body tensed beyond his control and came for the second time. It was a load just as large as the first.

“Looks like that command is working just fine,” Dr. Reed said. “And the sperm volume is just right.”

“What did you do to me?!” Peter yelled, hysterical. His body had changed. His cock was so small, and his nipples were large and puffy. And his cum…there was so much. And how had he controlled him like that?

“I suppose I should explain,” Dr. Reed began. “I’m a scientist. I’ve been developing a few experimental drugs to enhance the human body. I’ve also used a high-quality hypnosis to change the way you think. I believe with a few more sessions and three more doses of the drugs, you’ll be the perfect whore. Or rather, superwhore.”

“No,” Peter said in shock. This couldn’t be happening, he thought. This was sci-fi nonsense. Movie shit. This stuff didn’t happen in real life.

But it was. He learned later that he’d been hypnotized and given drugs for three weeks straight. His body had been slowly changing in that time. He’d been so out of it that it had been as if he’d been asleep. Dr. Reed put him under hypnosis and drugs for another week after that.

When Peter became lucid for the second time, his body was even more sensitive, and his cock was somehow even smaller. Only about an inch and a half now. His nipples were long and sore. His whole body was decorated with tattoos and piercings. On his chest was a large spider tattoo in the same style and size as the one on his superhero costume. He had a tramp stamp on his lower back that red Spidercunt, And another right above his cock. This one was a simple round spider web tattoo.

Only when he looked in the mirror did he notice how large and puffy his lips now were. And was it his imagination, or did his body look a little more…feminine? He didn’t have boobs or anything, but there was a distinct curviness to his figure. It bothered him.

But at the same time, he felt… good. Really good. Almost like—wait, were his powers back? Peter was no longer tied down to the cot. He stood up and tried climbing the wall. To his amazement, he could. He also had his strength back.

Dr. Reed entered the room and, without saying a word, unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. Peter had been about to punch the guy and make a run for it, but the moment he saw the man’s cock, he dropped to his knees instead. He couldn’t help it. His mouth was watering, and he imagined sucking this man down to the root.

Then Peter’s ass felt oddly squishy inside like it was lubing itself in preparation to get fucked hard.

“Very good,” Dr. Reed said, watching him with scrutinizing eyes. “You look so hungry for my cock. Tell me, how does your ass feel? Is it nice and wet?”

Peter was about to tell him off when only a groan escaped his lips. That’s when he realized he didn’t have any teeth. What the fuck? Peter thought.

“I guess I’ll just have to feel for myself,” he said. “Spidercunt, turn around and get on your hands and knees. I’m going to use that hole of yours.”

Peter’s body seemed to move on its own. He turned and presented his ass to the scientist. Dr. Reid felt the outside of Peter’s wrinkled pucker with his fingers. Then he drove three of them inside.

Peter moaned at the stimulation. His cunt felt so good when it was played with.

Dr. Reed took his fingers out of Peter’s hole and showed the superhero the slimy mucus-like slick coating his fingers. “It looks like your slick production is working perfectly. Now for the real test.”

Peter felt the tip of the man’s cock enter his ass. It felt gloriously good. Peter could feel his intestinal walls squeeze Dr. Reid’s member. His body was trying to make the experience as pleasurable as possible for the scientist.

There was still a part of Peter’s mind that was screaming that this wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want to have sex with this guy. He didn’t want to be used like some kind of sex doll. Is that what he turned me into? Peter thought. A living sex doll?

It became very hard to think once Dr. Reed had his cock all the way inside him. The man’s cock was long, so Peter expected it to hurt when it met the s-curve. But it was as if his ass had been re-made. There was no curve. But there was something else. Something that, when punched with the man’s cock, felt so pleasurable that Peter wanted to come right then and there.

He didn’t. His tiny cock tensed up, but he didn’t come. Peter looked down. There was no cock ring on him this time. What was holding him back?

“Well, that answers another question I had,” Dr. Reed said. “You can’t come, can you?”

Peter shook his head.

“Your body will only come when I say the phrase. You remember it, don’t you?”

Peter blushed but nodded.

“Do you feel it when I do this?” Dr. Reed angled his cock so that it hit that spot again.

Peter nodded.

“That’s your new womb. I replicated the womb of a female spider and grafted it to your body. It works just the same as a spider’s womb. That means you can technically get pregnant.” The man laughed at the look of horror on Peter’s face. “Don’t worry, no human can impregnate you.” The man didn’t elaborate.

Was this guy serious? A womb? A fucking spider womb? What was wrong with this scientist? Peter thought.

“Now, how about when I do this?” The man angled his cock in the other direction. The man hit his prostate this time, and a jolt of electricity coursed through his whole body. The man had clearly made his prostate much more sensitive. “Good, your prostate is much larger than it was previously. Much more sensitive, too.”

A small part of him wanted the man to stop fucking him, but a more prominent part, a newer part, wanted this to never end. He wanted to beg the man to fuck him harder. Hit his prostate again and again. Make him come all over himself. He didn’t need to be a superhero. Not anymore. What he needed was to be a whore. He wanted to be fucked and abused. He wanted to be used as a human doll, a toilet, a pleasure toy.

Dr. Reed came far too soon. Then he left the room. Peter followed obediently after.

“I have a little surprise for you—well, it’s not exactly little. How do you feel about marriage? I admit it was difficult creating just the right husband for you, but I’m sure you’ll love him. I call him Experiment 005, as the ones that came before him were all failures. But 005 is perfect.

Dr. Reed led him into the basement of the building. Peter’s spider senses were going off. Was there a threat nearby? Was this threat supposed to be his husband?

Half the room was in shadows. It looked empty.

“Come on out, 005! Your wife is here. I know you can smell him. He’s in heat for you.”

Peter felt the floor shake. Something very large was walking toward him from the shadows. Peter instantly climbed the nearest wall, fearful of what it could be.

Then, it walked into the light. It was a spider—a huge spider about the size of a car. It was terrifying until its scent hit Peter’s nose. He climbed down the wall and couldn’t stop himself from walking toward the beast. Its musky, manly scent made Peter’s hole fill with slick.

He suddenly wanted this giant spider to fuck him.

“Get on your hands and knees for your husband,” Dr. Reed said to him. “Turn around and show him your hole.”

Peter did as he was told. He got on the basement floor and spread his asscheeks for this monster. The giant furry spider approached him, its large mandible-like chelicerae rubbing together. Peter began to worry that the spider wasn’t looking at him like a sexual partner. He hoped the beast wouldn’t try to eat him.

When the monster was close enough, Peter felt one of its furry chelicerae feel the rim of his pucker. It felt so strange, and the spider’s strong scent mixed with the sensation of the creature feeling him there made Peter leak precome. He was just so horny. He knew it was all Dr. Reed’s fault. He’d messed with his mind and body, but Peter couldn’t be mad at the man. He knew that was probably part of the hypnosis he’d gone through. He didn’t hate Dr. Reed. He didn’t hate what was happening to him. He just wanted cock. He wanted that giant spider’s cock deep inside him. He wanted to feel it thrust in him. He wanted to be filled with spider sperm. He wanted…what did he want? He didn’t really know, but something was in the back of his head, another want. A need. It was a deep need that emanated from inside him, between his legs.

Peter couldn’t reason anymore. A part of him still rebelled, but something else was overriding that. The newer thoughts and feelings were more important. They were insistent. They were a part of who Peter was. Peter’s mind was a mess, but that was okay. He liked feeling this way. This was good for him. All the changes Dr. Reed made to him…it was a good thing. Or at least he was forced to think that.

Peter suddenly felt the spider’s strong, sticky web around his left thigh and left arm. The spider was tying him up in a way that made Peter’s lower half easily accessible and unable to escape. Peter was about to move away from the beast, when he heard Dr. Reed tell him to stay still for his husband. Peter couldn’t help following the command. He watched as the spider walked to his other side, and a string of webs shot out from its behind. The spider turned its front legs to spin the web around his right thigh and arm, connecting the two like he’d done to his other limbs.

Now Peter really couldn’t move. He knew his strength was back, but it was different than it had been. He was strong, but he knew somehow he wouldn’t be able to free himself from this spider’s web. It was too sticky, too strong. Peter knew Dr. Reed had created this beast to be stronger than him. And it was.

The spider lifted Peter off the floor with two of its legs. It held him close to its furry belly and walked with him into the dark part of the room. The spider lifted him again in the darkness and maneuvered him onto another sticky substance. His back made contact with a massive spider web’s thick, sticky strings. Then, the whole room was bathed in light.

“Sorry, Experiment 005. I know you like the darkness, but I really want to watch you breed him. I have cameras all over the room, and I intend to sell copies of this masterpiece to some very eager buyers.”

Peter looked around. He’d been right. He was tied up and unable to move in the center of a large spider web. The giant spider walked around him, observing him. Every now and then, it poked his naked body with its furry leg or chelicerae.

And then Peter saw something unusual: the spider’s sexual organ. It was as thick as a man’s arm and as long as one, too. It was unreal for multiple reasons.

“Yes, that’s right, Spidercunt. Experiment 005 has a cock. I know you know a spider’s sex organ looks nothing like what you see before you, but 005 was created by me, and I made him this way to be the best partner for you. I’m sure you’ll love his huge cock inside you.”

Peter’s mouth watered. The spider’s odd cock was glistening with clear liquid, and Peter watched as a drop of pre fell from the top of the head. There were sparse little black hairs on the rather disgusting-looking organ, and Peter couldn’t help drooling at the sight of it pulsing for him. He wanted to beg the spider to fuck him, to breed him. He wanted its sperm inside him.

As if the spider knew how badly Peter wanted him, the spider got on top of him and began poking his pucker with its cock. Peter’s cunt had lubed itself, and he pushed outward to show the spider to push inside. The monster didn’t waste any more time.

Peter moaned in both pain and pleasure as the thick cock forced its way into his much smaller human-like body. It hurt so good. It stretched him so entirely. This was the biggest intrusion he’d ever had. Bigger than Diego’s fat cock. Now this beast, this monster, this Experiment 005, was a real spider man. A man and beast all in one who dominates his prey with its large size and manly cock. A specimen to please, be abused by, and be worshiped.

Peter could feel his mind continue to change as he was slowly impaled on the creature’s cock. Slowly, only because his hole was far too tight for the creature to move any faster inside him. Peter’s mind welcomed the creature. Peter wanted to never be separated from the giant spider for as long as he lived. Dr. Reed had called 005 his husband. The word sounded nice. This monster was Peter’s husband. The man smiled, feeling whole for the first time in his life. He didn’t need anyone else. Didn’t need to do anything besides get fucked by his husband.

Peter wanted to come, but because of his conditioning, he couldn’t. He instead continued to drown in the pleasure and pain of his large spider husband’s cock.

Once Peter’s body began to acclimate to his husband’s girth, Peter’s body produced even more slick for the spider. Once 005 realized that the passage was a little more slippery, the giant spider began thrusting faster and faster. Its cock punched up inside him, and because his cock was so thick, it was able to hit his prostate and womb at the same time. And keep hitting them. It was an instinctual fucking for both of them. The spider wanted to deposit its seed, and Peter wanted to get impregnated.

Wait, pregnant? Peter thought. His mind struggled to think beyond his reprogramming. Do I want to get impregnated by some giant spider monster? Really? No! No, I don’t want to give birth to some weird half-human/half-spider babies. No!

Peter began to struggle in the spider’s web, to no avail. He couldn’t get free.

“What’s wrong, Spidercunt?” He heard Dr. Reed ask. “Seems like you like your husband’s cock just fine. Looks like the programming is working, too…until now. Just relax and let it happen. Be a good boy. You love this, don’t you? I know you love your new husband. I implanted both a sexual and romantic attraction to spiders within your psyche. That coupled with your need to please that you now have and your fetish for large cocks. What could be the problem?”

Peter continued to try to get away. He did love the way the spider’s cock felt inside him. He couldn’t deny that, but pregnancy? He didn’t want to be pregnant. He was a man, for goodness sake.

Dr. Reed scrutinized him some more. “Maybe it’s the pregnancy? Do you not want to give birth?”

Peter nodded his head frantically.

“Hmm, well, that is a problem. I want you to want to have your husband’s children. You’ll have a huge family, and I just can’t wait to watch you breastfeed the little ones.” The scientist thought for a moment longer while Peter was fucked hard. “We’ll need to work on the reprogramming there. Maybe I’ll feed you hypnosis tracks for a few weeks after this. We don’t want you killing your young as soon as they’re born, now do we?”

The man walked toward him. He pulled a syringe from his pocket. “Now 005, don’t worry. I’m not here to steal your mate. Just going to give him a little injection.”

Peter continued to struggle. He didn’t want the man to prick him with the needle. “Stay still. This won’t fix your reprogramming, but it’ll help you deal with what’s happening. Let me help you.”

Peter felt the needle. It was in and out in a flash. In a few moments, Peter’s mind quieted. His panic was gone. And the cock inside him felt even better. He moaned loudly. He didn’t care that Dr. Reed could hear him. He didn’t care about anything but the cock in his ass. His husband’s cock. This giant spider was his husband.

Peter reached his head up toward the spider’s massive face and licked one of its chelicerae. Then he sucked the strange appendage into his mouth and sucked. The spider more than allowed this. After a moment, it pulled its appendage out of Peter’s mouth and put its other inside. Then the spider came even closer. Peter could see his face reflected in all of its eyes as their mouths touched. Peter pushed his tongue inside the monster’s mouth and felt around. Spiders didn’t have tongues, but the experience was erotic, just the same. He felt the spider’s two chelicerae feel around his face, exploring him too.

Then the spider’s cock twitched inside him. It tensed up, and Peter moaned deep while their mouths were still connected. The tip of his husband’s cock was tapered, and the smaller end breeched Peter’s womb. The man felt a place deep inside him quickly fill with cum.

But there was too much. His womb was just too small. It was forced to get bigger and bigger as more and more cum was dumped inside. It hurt so much. Peter groaned in pain as his stomach expanded. Then the stream of cum stopped. The spider pulled his cock out of Peter’s hole. Only a little of the monster’s cum leaked out of him before the spider forced a large balled-up web up inside him and placed it over the entrance to his womb. His womb was now shut tight, and no cum could get out.

The spider suddenly seemed to lose interest in Peter. It walked to a different part of the web to rest. Peter watched it close its eyes and sleep.

Peter was still rock hard. He needed to come. But he was also still stuck to the web and couldn’t touch himself. He looked around the room, but Dr. Reed had gone. Then the lights went out. Peter panted in the dark, hornier than he’d ever been and unable to do anything about it.

A month later, Peter was living a relatively domestic life. He had his own room in the building but spent most of his time in the basement with his husband. And 005 was really his husband now. Peter had officially married the monster only a day after he’d been impregnated. It was official, legally binding paperwork. A genuine marriage certificate. Peter even had a ring on his finger, and his husband had a much larger one around one of its many legs.

Peter was pregnant. He knew he was. His spider-sense told him so. Even his powers had been modified. Pregnancy didn’t bother him anymore. It was actually the opposite. He couldn’t wait to give birth. He didn’t know what his children would look like. Would they resemble him or their father more? It was so exciting! He loved the very idea of giving birth to his Spider Man’s babies.

Spider Man. That’s what he called his husband in his mind. His husband was more than a man and more than a spider. He looked like a spider and had a spider’s instincts, but his cock and love-making was far more human-like. Or at least Peter thought so. Spider Man was still very primitive and fucked him like an animal, but the way he caressed Peter’s body, the way he tenderly kissed him with his chelicerae—the spider wasn’t all beast.

Dr. Reed had removed him from his husband’s web the day after they’d conceived. But he hadn’t let Peter remove the web stuck to his womb until a week later. Dr. Reed wanted to make sure Peter was pregnant.

And then, a month later, Peter was allowed outside. He had to wear a leather mask that looked much like the one he’d worn with his costume, but this one was white instead of red. It still had the image of a spider web, like his old one. This one also had a hole for his mouth. And when he left the building he had to wear it coupled with a white thong that also had a spider web on it. This, he was told, was his new costume. He was Spidercunt now. And this time, he didn’t fight crime.

This time, Peter was the villain. Spidercunt was a menace. He went around finding criminals, and instead of trapping them and putting them in jail, he rewarded them. He gave his body willingly to these men like he’d been programmed. He’d been fucked and used by countless criminals. He’d participated in the most heinous acts. He drank piss, he was fisted, he gave rimjobs, and he had his nipples bitten and tortured. His body became a playground for the most degenerate of men. They beat him up and forced dog shit up his ass and down his piss slit. They fucked him with a toilet brush. They forced his rectum to prolapse countless times and once even nailed the sensitive flesh to a wooden beam in a church’s ceiling. Then they had him hang from his prolapse like a spider from its web. It was excruciatingly painful.

Sometimes, the men let him come, but most of the time, they didn’t. Dr. Reed had Spidercunt show every criminal that was interested in fucking him the tattoo he had on the bottom of his left foot. A simple message read: EJACULATION PHRASE: SHOOT YOUR WEB! Sometimes, the men were cruel and didn’t let him come, and sometimes, they were ruthless and made him come over and over without rest.

Peter’s semen was now very sticky and shot out of him like a string of spider webs. It was very strong, and he could hold onto it like a rope, just like he used to do with his web shooters. His cock had become a web shooter. Dr. Reed was a sick individual.

Getting fucked by criminals wasn’t all he did when he was outside. Peter liked to spend his time finding food for his husband. His husband had a large appetite, and flies wouldn’t cut it. He began feeding Spider Man rabbits and other small animals.

It took only seven months for Spidercunt’s children to be born. Peter was surprised when the babies were not half-human creatures but spiders the size of human babies. They looked almost completely like their father—all except their eyes, which weren’t black like the giant spider’s. They had the hazel eyes of their mother.

The birth was horrible. It was so painful. It lasted two days. It didn’t help that Spider Man fucked him after each baby was born. His husband must have been just as excited for the spiderlings to be born as he was. Once all the babies were out of him, they all crowded around Spidercunt and fed from his nipples. There were six spiderlings in total. Six beautiful hairy babies, all excited to meet the world. Peter cried with joy as he nursed them.

Spider Man even let him come that night, which was rare. Peter couldn’t really understand the spider. It couldn’t talk to him as a human could, but Peter always knew what the beast wanted. It was part of his spider-sense now. The giant spider was the only one who didn’t need to say the phrase ‘shoot your web’ for him to come. If the spider wanted it enough, Spidercunt would come for him on command.

He didn’t mind this new programming. He didn’t mind any of it. He loved being a husband to a giant monster and a plaything to an entire city. His body was made—or rather remade—for this. He’d be a whore on the streets and a loving husband at home. And the basement was his home. He loved climbing his husband’s brilliantly made web and positioning himself to take the spider’s enormous cock. He wanted to get pregnant again as soon as possible.