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Nightcrawler tugged at the collar of his uniform. Something was off. It was a lovely sunny day, hardly above 70 degrees outside, but sweat was forming at his brow. Running errands with Wolverine and Colossus was not the most arduous of tasks, yet it felt like he had been running drills in the danger room for hours.
“You alright, bub?” Logan asked with a gruff, yet gentle, shove to the shoulder.
“Ach – ja, mein freund. Just a bit warm out, no?” His big yellow eyes blinked. They yearned to trail down the shorter man’s hair body, exposed arms and chest practically spilling out of his tank top, but he resisted. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate his teammates’ bodies from time to time. He just didn’t do it as blatantly as he was fighting the urge to at this moment.
Wolverine shrugged and pushed forward in the aisles. With his back turned to Kurt, the blue devil had unfettered access to appreciate that broad yet compact backside. The way the jeans jugged his ass, practically begging for him to –
He pulled away at the last second, realizing his hand was lifted upwards as if to grab that posterior that taunted him so. Something was definitely off. The cool steel of Colossus’ mighty frame was suddenly pressed up against his back, sending a shiver down to the tip of his tail.
“Oh, pardon me Kurt! Didn’t see you there.” He looked up and was greeted with the sight of Piotr’s massive metal chest practically completely on display. His loose, low hanging gym shirt showed more skin than Logan’s did. The overhead lights at the grocery shone down on the smooth reflective curves, nearly blinding Kurt.
The sheer difference in their heights meant that Kurt was at eye level with Colossus’ chest. The darker grey nipples poking out, hard and pebbled in the cold grocery air. He had to gulp as he forced his eyes upwards. He offered a bashful smile. The smile he got in return made his boner throb in his loose fitting pants. He didn’t even realize he was hard.
In a purple puff of brimstone and sulfur, Nightcrawler teleported himself far away from the objects of his desire. Something was most assuredly off.
***
Mojo slammed his fist down. “Come on, get on with it! I thought when I pivoted to adult entertainment, we’d be getting more skin by now!”
It was easy really. Ratings were down yet again and he needed a way to boost numbers. Fights to the death just weren’t cutting it anymore. The people all across the Mojoverse had gotten disillusioned to violence and gore. The next logical step? Skin flicks. Sex sells after all.
After dozens of meetings and reports, he found that the X-Men drew numbers. It made sense. They were collectively a group of the most attractive creatures for their planet, not a very high bar to surpass if Mojo was being honest. Combine their toned athletic bodies with form fitting costumes that only seemed to emphasize their assets and you had a hit everyone would be seated for. The pivot to porn would definitely raise their numbers.
The only question was how. He could have sent his cameras into every crack and crevice in the mansion, but voyeur streams could only hold so much. The daily showers or random love making sessions between Cyclops and Marvel Girl wouldn’t be enough to tide over his audience. No, Mojo needed to force their hand as he usually had to do.
Nightcrawler tested exceedingly well with all demographics. His lithe and limb physique, that tail of his, all added up to a heavy hitter. His powerset also presented Mojo some unique opportunities to creatively captivate his audience even further. Kidnapping the teleporter was easy. Fitting him with a collar and a camera and a whole invisible production crew was something else entirely. Upon his return to Earth, he would be totally clueless to the fact that every move of his would be broadcast live all across different dimensions.
Kurt fanned himself, standing in the frozen food aisle to try and get his body heat regulated. The coast was clear, looking frantically to his sides to make sure he was undisturbed. “Mein gott! I have not been this aroused since I was a teenager!” He had to stifle a moan, pressing a palm to his mouth while the other pushed against his erection.
He adjusted himself as best he could. His arousal was palpable. His pants, for some reason, were exceedingly tighter than usual. Didn’t he throw this pair into the donation pile? Colossus and Wolverine rounded the corner. Kurt’s bright eyes were wide and lust blown.
“Screw subtlety. Let’s go for it!” Mojo shouted to his crew. They went to work, pushing buttons and activating their control over Nightcrawler.
“Hey Kurt!” Colossus’ voice boomed from down the aisle. “We were wondering where you had gone.”
Something clicked at the base of Kurt’s neck. His face dropped from mild embarrassed shock at having potentially been caught with his hands on his nethers, to one that was typically reserved for fighting. His teeth gleamed, his eyes sharply focused. The sabres he kept on hand were unsheathed, ready to strike.
“Uh… you OK there?” Logan asked, his thick brows pulling together into a frown.
Nightcrawler launched towards them, armed with three swords. Two in his hands, and the other… well. Colossus and Wolverine leapt to the side. The aisle was wide but not that wide. They barely managed to evade getting nicked.
“Alright baby blue, I don’t know what’s gotten into ya, but the time for jokes is over. You’re liable to poke someone’s eye out with that thing!” Wolverine snarled. His claws came out with the signature ‘snikt’ as he crouched low into a squat.
“That is the plan, Herr Logan!” He leapt forwards, spinning his swords wildly. Metal on metal clanged as their blades grinded against each other. Kurt wanted nothing more than to grind on something else, but that could come later. He laughed, heartily and full of glee when his tail swept Wolverine off his feet.
It provided him the perfect opportunity to strike. With a flick of his wrist, Wolverine’s tight tank was slashed to ribbons. His hairy chest now exposed. Logan snarled and rolled away, just narrowly avoiding his pants meeting the same fate.
“Ah, despite your age, you’re still light on your feet!” Nightcrawler jested. “Nonetheless, your hairy hinteren will be mine soon!”
“What the hell’s gotten into you?!”
“Nothing… yet,” He winked. Wolverine blushed and looked away.
Taking advantage of this moment, Colossus went for a bear hug to subdue his weird acting friend. His huge metal frame cast a shadow over Kurt. He quickly bamfed behind the Russian and got to work. Wolverine winced as the sound of metal scraping against metal rang through the grocery store.
Colossus could have easily bent the sabres like pretzels, but he was too focused on disarming rather than beating his friend into submission. That was a mistake he was going to regret in the very near future. He could only stand there, mouth agape, as Kurt’s swords turned his clothes to confetti. He wasn’t wearing much to begin with, but that fabric did keep him modest. Not so much anymore.
Down the aisle, Wolverine couldn’t help the smile that was growing on his face. The behemoth of a man was standing totally naked in the middle of the grocery store wearing nothing but his shoes. His equally big cock flopped out, amusingly so, having been freed of its prison so suddenly. Those large hands of his found themselves scrambling to cover his exposed body. One arm hugging his plump pecs tightly, the other hand awkwardly cupping what he could of his penis.
The only thing he couldn’t even attempt to cover was his colossal ass. The buns of steel, despite their hard, muscular exterior, just had enough bounce to jiggle with his embarrassed movements. Nightcrawler poofed behind him, giving each side a rigid slap and sending the cheeks bouncing erratically.
“Wolverine, don’t just stand there. I’m naked!” Colossus hunched over himself, trying to shield his body from the prying eyes that came over during the commotion. His naturally booming baritone, just brought more attention as other shoppers in the store heard a voice loudly declare his nudity.
Kurt would poof and bamf all around him, slapping and pinching what he could. Poor Piotr couldn’t keep up. He swatted with one arm, trying his best to keep his manhood hidden at least to no luck. He didn’t want to make a scene but it was fairly hard to do when his comrade was groping him all over. The swashbuckler managed to cup his junk tightly, making him clench every one of his mighty muscles. Then with a poof he was right next to Logan.
“Oh I don’t think so b–” His mouth was suddenly stuffed with a sauerkraut. His pants were yanked down to the floor. He barely had time to let out a muffled scream of protest as he found himself surrounded by indigos and purples. In the blink of an eye, Wolverine was shoved towards Colossus, both of them equally naked.
Caught off guard, there was nothing Colossus could do except react. Instinct took over and he raised his arms to catch his falling friend. The momentum proved too strong and they both tumbled to the linoleum floors. Said floors offered no traction against Colossus’ metal body. The two naked beefcakes slid out of the aisle and fully into the view of the crowd of shoppers.
Everyone got a good look of their cocks rubbing against each other, their muscular chests flexing in time with their legs, their assholes practically winking at the audience. Kurt’s cheery laugh echoed above them, perched on top the cereal aisle.
“Auf weidersehen!” He called out with a final poof away, leaving them to scramble to their feet in a hurry.
The two of them stood, shame painting their faces red as they cupped their manhoods. “Uh… you’re going to need to pay for these damages,” the manager said, giving them a lewd look over. Wolverine cussed.
***
The X-Men who were currently in the mansion were all gathered in a circle. Typically this would be a mission debrief or hearing of world ending events that needed their attention. Today was a little bit different.
“Woah, woah, woah. Our Kurt – the one so Catholic he could practically be a priest if he wasn’t such a casanova – stripped Colossus and Wolverine naked? In public??” Iceman asked incredulously. He had to bite back his tongue from unconsciously licking hips lips as he imagined the thought.
“That is what Wolverine told me through the psychic plane,” Jean explained. She hid her own smirk, locking eyes with Bobby for the briefest moment. “I can’t reach Kurt’s mind. Something or some one has a hold on it. Which would explain why they were stripped of their clothing. Kurt would never do something like that!” Publicly, she wanted to add. Being the Omega-level psychic she was, she secretly knew of Kurt’s wanton desires. He never acted on them though and never would do it so… obviously.
Cable cleared his throat, as Jean’s mind began to wander to other visions Kurt had, one that involve other X-members. “So what’s the plan here? We act like we don’t know when he poofs back here and lay a trap for him?”
“That is exactly what we’ll do,” Cyclops asserted. “We’ll split into groups. Cable, you’re with me. Bishop and Iceman, you’ll draw his attention while we get the trap set. Jean, hopefully you’ll be able to figure out what’s wrong with him when he’s in our radius?”
The team broke heading to their places. Little did they know, Kurt had already made his way back to the mansion grounds. He hummed a little diddy, swinging his hips back and forth while his tail flicked excitedly while he pressed away at the settings to the danger room.
“Kurt! How ya doin’?” Gambit slid into the danger room with his usual carefree saunter. “Thinkin’ ‘bout getting in a light workout with Gambit? I promise I’ll go easy on ya, chere…” He grabbed those tight little buns with a playful grip, making his blue skin turn purple.
“Er, ja! I’ll join you in a second.” Kurt hopped in place as Gambit’s hand lightly tapped him on the ass again. His tail twitched nervously, watching as the Cajun entered the danger room. The room hummed to life. No virtual scenario was displayed. This was going to be a simple workout. Just Gambit and his process. No frills, no flairs….no clothes.
Robotic arms shot towards him. He gracefully leapt out of the way. “Is that all you got?” More arms descended from the ceiling instantly catching him mid-air. “Ah, spoke too soon.” He tapped them, turning them a bright pink before they exploded. Multiple arms and lasers started targeting Gambit, leaving him little wriggle room to just blow up and evade, his usual strategy for combat.
A laser beam cut through his open legs, singing his trench coat. Another zipped by his arm, exposing the skin beneath. The darks of his eyes widened as the flurry of lasers overtook him. Bit by bit his clothes were being blasted right off of him! “Kurt?”
He turned towards the control room, only to find Nightcrawler staring at him with a wicked grin and his chin in his hands. Gambit shielded himself as the barrage of lasers intensified. “Kurt, this ain’t funny no more!” Nothing about the beams hurt. They were just a kind of tickling sensation where they struck his body. But as more and more skin was being exposed, he wasn’t going to stand around and take it.
Gambit bolted, trying to outrun the lasers. He threw a few cards towards the robot arms intent on capturing him, setting off some more explosions that would hopefully act as cover. He ran through the smoke, keeping his body low. His clothes were in tatters, offering the Mojo viewers a tantalizing look at his abs and thighs. One well-positioned beam tore through, showing a glimpse of his bare hip. The Cajun wasn’t wearing underwear it seemed.
Masterful as the former thief was, he couldn’t evade forever. A metallic arm coiled tightly around his left wrist. The entire arm was bare and singed entirely smooth. Another arm got his right leg. He was quickly suspended mid-air and spread eagled. Kurt clapped his hands in glee as his colleague was soon blasted completely bare by the lasers.
Gambit’s hefty uncut cock dangled deliciously between his legs. His plump ass flexed as he fought against his restraints. His body shone underneath the lights, the buildup of sweat combined with his now smooth shaven body, emphasizing the cut of his muscles all the more. He bounced in his bondage, his body parts bouncing quite enticingly.
“It’s quite the shame my sister can’t fully enjoy all you have to offer her. You’re quite the hunky hero, Gambit. Why, your cock is ein wunder!” He gripped the shaft, making Gambit squirm. “And these balls.. Ich kann es nicht glauben!” He inhaled deeply, enjoying the musky scent of Gambit’s body.
Remy bit back a moan as Kurt played with his bits. He didn’t want to admit it but it had been quite some time since anyone other than his own hand or Rogue’s gloves touched him. It didn’t take him long to reach full hardness. Those blue fingers were nimble and fast, stroking him closer and closer to completion until….
He stopped. “Rrgh! Come on nah, don’t leave Gambit hanging like this!” Kurt ignored his grunts and his pleas and his thrusts – the only movement he could really be granted while he was restrained – and walked out the door. Just when he thought he was going to be left dangling above the floor of the danger room, Gambit heard a machine whir. His eyes widened as he felt something press against his ass.
***
“Kurt is here!” Jean’s voice rang out telepathically through the mansion. She sent a flash image of Gambit’s cry for help to their minds. Despite the fact that their teammate had gone wrong, the mental image was rather hard not to laugh at. The dashing charming thief caught wriggling like a worm on a hook. Buck naked, smooth as a new born, and rapidly getting fucked by a danger room dildo.
Iceman couldn’t help the gigantic smile on his face. Thankfully his ice sheen covered his entire body, keeping a certain part of his anatomy hidden. “Hoo boy, whoever is controlling Kurt certainly has some unique ideas! What do we think this nefarious villain’s plot is? How have the X-Men wronged him so much that he wants use naked? Though if he wants to see me naked it’s gonna cost him a pretty penny.”
Bishop frowned and said nothing. Bobby was known to be quite the yapper and Bishop liked his peace and quiet. But when Cyclops gives an order, it’s best not to argue. That mutant knew everything and anything when it came to strategy. If he called for the two of them to work together, then he was certain that they’d be able to draw out Nightcrawler.
Speak of the blue devil himself, the familiar smell of brimstone wafted through the hallways. “Nightcrawler, let’s not waste any time, OK? Just come with us and we’ll get you back to normal,” Bishop warned. He gripped his blasters tightly just in case. A shiver went down his neck. The bamf was quiet but loud all at the same time.
“Ja, I hear you! No time wasting.”
Before Bishop could react, he felt a grip on his shirt and on his pants. There was another loud bamf, surrounding him in the residue of purple smoke. When it cleared, it was no surprise to the time traveller that he was naked. At least he still had his weapons. He charged up his guns and started shooting, just barely missing the imp between poofs.
Iceman’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t move, too paralyzed by sheer lust at the sight of Bishop standing au natural. The expression he wore on his face – the only thing he wore besides his bandana, really – made it clear that he really did not want to be hanging balls out. Said balls were jostling with every move as he fired over and over again.
“Enjoying the view, Bobby?” Kurt’s voice came from behind the cyrokinetic. If he wasn’t already made of ice, he was certain he’d shiver. “Let us not leave our friend by himself!” Something heavy and bulky was slapped down onto Iceman’s back. His arms scrambled to remove it, but he just couldn’t reach it. It was just beyond his grasp.
Nightcrawler poofed away, appearing right in front of Bishop. He grabbed the blasters and poofed them away. He sat on his haunches at the very end of the hallway, waving goodbye. Bishop charged after him, his face flush with embarrassment as his cock slapped heavily against his thighs. Then all of a sudden there was an explosion.
Bobby, in all his un-icy glory, was flung towards Bishop. He dodged him, looking angrily around for Kurt. “Why the hell are you naked!”
“It’s laundry day, I forgot my briefs!”
They argued for a beat, while Kurt just watched their dicks bob and bounce with their gesticulated movements. His tail swished left to right, following his eyes as they hungrily drank in the sight of both dicks. His ears suddenly perked up. His subconscious had thought of something, which Mojo had quietly picked up on.
His grin was wide and toothy as he poofed between the two heroes. With his hands placed on both of their shoulders, neither had time to react before they were suddenly teleported to the middle of the danger room. Nightcrawler fled in less than a second, leaving Iceman and Bishop to get attacked by the robot arms instantly. Hardly a struggle could occur before the two were spread out and getting fucked right alongside Gambit.
“Holyshitholyshitholyshit. Bishop are you feeling this? Of course you are! Oh my go- ”
If Bishop thought that Iceman was annoying with his yapping before, he had another thing coming.
***
Cyclops and Cable shared a look as Jean broadcasted that two more of their friends had fallen to Nightcrawler’s mischief. The father son duo said nothing, instead focusing on fine tuning the trap that Cable and Beast had set up. Theoretically the magnetic field would throw off Kurt’s powers and cut him off from the Brimstone Dimension. From there it would be a pure physical brawl with two of the best mutant combatants across the time stream. There was no way they wouldn’t be able to save their colleague.
What they didn’t plan on was for Kurt to have stolen Bishop’s future tech. He bamfed into the room and started throwing things haphazardly. The walls shook and rumbled as Cyclops, Beast, and Cable moved into attack formation. One explosion took out one of the posts, effectively destroying the trap.
Now he had free reign to bamf throughout the room. Poofs of purple flashed rapidly across the room as he evaded the optic blasts and gunfire from the Summers. Beast meanwhile tried tackling him over and over again but came up short. He landed on the carpeted floor with a heavy thud.
“Need a rest, herr arzt?” Kurt patted Hank’s beefy behind. “I can help with that!” The two blue boys were gone in a puff of smoke.
“Dang it! Cable, do you have a psychic reading on where he went?” The man from the future said nothing, pointing his metal arm out to the window.
There was Beast, dangling from the flag pole with nothing but his tighty whities barely holding him up. Though he was a relatively far distance from them, they could just make out his “Oh my stars and garters!” cry as Kurt bounced him up and down with his tail. That furry blue butt spilled out of the briefs, his thick legs kicking for some purchase.
“Look out!” Cable called out. The imp had reappeared in the room, right next to Cyclops. They vanished from sight. There was a poof in the dead center of the room, close to the ceiling. The leader of the X-Men tumbled to the ground, completely naked. He didn’t even have his visor to cover his eyes.
“Not cool, Kurt,” Scott grumbled, keeping his eyes closed shut. He sat on the floor, completely incapacitated from the fight. He plopped down, keeping his legs together and his ass seated, hands cupped in front of him to save what modesty he had left. Cable looked away with a blush staining his grizzled face. Seeing his dad naked was not something he was expecting to see today. Or ever.
“Damn!” Cable cursed as his gun was taken from him. His other “gun” flopped out, Kurt having taken his pants and underwear in the same swoop. He wasn’t sure what to do. He could continue to fight and have his dick swinging wildly about, his tight ass on display for the millions of viewers he wasn’t aware were watching. Or he could cover himself and probably end up on display anyway getting fucked in the danger room with the others.
The decision was ultimately made for him. His battle ready instincts were no match for the speed at which Mojo was making decisions for Nightcrawler. A rather petite hand grazed his shoulder and suddenly he found himself in the danger room. There was another poof and his father was standing right across from him, still disoriented at having been suddenly yanked away with his eyes still screwed shut.
Cyclops took a step forward, one hand outstretched to feel around where he was going. Kurt portaled behind Cable and pushed him forward. The stumbling Summers collided into each other. Both of them blushed terribly when skin made contact with skin. They were going to ignore the fact that their dicks brushed up against each other.
Just as they were going to step away, they suddenly found themselves pressed further together. Nightcrawler had taken their moment of bashful uncertainty and used it as an opportunity to reuse the extra cables they had lying around for their trap, and wrap it around them. Round and round he went, laughing and throwing his head back. Before they knew it, both Cyclops and Cable were stuck tied together, naked bodies pressed against each other oh so intimately.
“Hrk!” Cable choked back a sound as Nightcrawler squeezed his ass. Cyclops was in a similar position, trying his best not to squirm. It was nearly impossible to accomplish. As Kurt pinched, squeezed, and jiggled their asses, they began to wriggle. Their bodies shifted against each other, Scott’s smooth chest rubbing against the sparse fuzz on Nathan’s.
“Ahhh. Father und son, together at last!” Nightcrawler said. He had a sleazy smile as he watched the two men writhe under his touch. “I must say for such a big man, Cable I was expecting your schwanz to be girthier. Definitely bigger than Beast, but no match for your vater!”
Cable grimaced, his face turning beet red. The more Kurt continued to play with his ass, his chest, or have that tail continue teasing his whole body that wasn’t being touched by hand, the more he was reacting. Cyclops was in the same boat. His cock had fully hardened despite himself, smearing pre all over Cable’s shaft.
“Kurt! This isn’t you. Just let us go and we can get back to normal!” Scott groaned as Kurt’s tail ghosted against his asscrack, almost teasing its entry to his hole.
“That is where you are incorrect, Scott. I have pictured this over and over again in my mind. But for some reason, today I am free to act as I please. By gott, I will enjoy every second of it!” He gleefully slapped both of their asses, pushing them into each other with force.
Kurt poofed out of the danger room and back into the control center. He toggled on the switch, letting his previous settings kick in to activate on the Summers. Still bound chest to chest, dick to dick, they found themselves lifted off the ground.
“Agh!”
“Hnnghh!”
Cyclops and Cable’s grunts and moans of embarrassment joined the chorus of Gambit and Bishop’s harmonies, with Iceman’s nonstop expletives playing lead. Kurt pulled his cock out, stroking the rigid blue shaft while he watched his friends get fucked mercilessly by the danger room. All of them wore nothing but sweat and bashful expressions of humiliation as their hard cocks wagged in the air from the sheer force of their fucking.
The danger room started to rumble. Kurt was too lost in his own pleasure, eagerly drinking in the show that he had set up while under Mojo’s control. He didn’t notice the mansions sensors going haywire until it was too late. A wall burst open. The Master of Magnetism floated in, calm and foreboding as ever. The robot arms naturally came for him, but Magneto quickly disassembled them to bits and pieces without so much as even looking at them.
“Mein gott!” Kurt exclaimed. He rushed to stuff himself back into his costume. Thinking on his feet, he teleported. A smarter version of him would have gotten himself to safety. But under the control of Mojo, with the hidden collar controlling his every move, he found himself portaling back inside the danger room, inching his way closer to the villain without being detected.
“Hmph. I was wondering why the X-Men were not responding to my threatening of the senator. It seems they are tied up at the moment,” Magento chuckled darkly at his own joke. He very well could have freed them. But he would not lie. It was amusing to see his adversaries naked and thoroughly humiliated. It was a shame that Wolverine was not among them to get his own comeuppance.
“Don’t even think about it, Nightcrawler,” he warned just as he poofed within 10 feet behind him. “Whatever electromagnetic field I am detecting around you means that you are not in control of yourself. But I think you better than some feeble technology. Do not prove me wrong.”
Mojo gulped. The fact that he could detect his crew so carefully well hidden was concerning. But he came too close to back down now. And taking on Magneto would definitely cause ratings to soar. “Get him moving! I want that silver fox stripped yesterday!”
Kurt despite himself found himself bamfing right next to Magneto. They locked eyes. His steely glare directly into the camera sent fear all across the Mojoverse. A power inhibitor collar had been clasped around his throat. In a flash of purple, Nightcrawler was gone. He had taken Magneto’s costume with him, leaving him utterly naked and powerless. The danger room got back to work, wrapping up his broad shoulders and legs. Another pistoning dildo made itself known and buried itself deep in the hole presented to it.
***
Mojo had won. His ratings were through the roof. He had Cyclops, Cable, Gambit, Iceman, Bishop, Beast, Colossus, Wolverine, and Magneto all stripped naked, bound, and getting their asses clapped for millions and millions of viewers. Each of the men were moaning, grunting, cursing out loud in an endless loop. There was a hidden camera trained on each of the men, giving the audience a closeup shot of each hero.
Cyclops and Cable were being rotated, their bodies still wrapped up tight against each other. Their chests and faces were coated in each other’s seed. Poor Cyclops had his vision robbed from him so each sensation was only amplified as he frotted helplessly against his time displaced son while a dildo vigorously fucked his sore behind. Cable was in an only slightly better state, trying his hardest to stifle his moans as his cock rubbed against his father’s.
Gambit was spread out, ass pointing skyward and dick pointing perpendicular from his body. His smooth body was covered in a sheen of sweat, making him glisten like a hog. His hog was red and dripping. One of the robot arms had wrapped itself around the base of his cock, preventing him from cumming. The entire time was torture for him, as he cursed over and over again.
Iceman had finally shut up. Another dildo had stuffed his mouth, leaving him to moan around it as his insides were pumped with speed. His eyes teared up, rolling to the back of his head, while his legs were spread further and further apart getting the dildo to drive in deeper with each thrust.
Bishop was kept entirely straight. Like a good solider, he took his punishment without complaint. The occasional high pitched moan slipped from his throat, making him blush. His own thick cock pointed skyward, lurching when the dildo hit a certain spot inside of him that made him see white.
Two metal dildos slid between the enormous cheeks of Colossus. He whimpered and moaned, letting out a deep grunt every so often when his ample chest was played with. While the others had the luxury of just dangling in their restraints while they were plowed into, Piotr was made into an active participant. Multiple robot arms lifted him up and down, bouncing him on both dildos and making him see stars.
Beast was bent in half, held upside down. The dildo didn’t have to much work, letting gravity and its girth stretch his hole with ease. When it would hit his prostate, his hyperactive senses would go off, making him shoot cum all over his face. The sticky fluid would drip down his face, making him taste his own spunk each time.
Wolverine’s legs were trembling. They were spread as wide as they could possibly go, practically into a split. The dildo in his hairy ass thrusted into him at a much faster rate than the others. Due to his healing ability, his ass was constantly trying to become virgin tight, creating the worst kind of friction that drove him insane. His chest jiggled as he tried to fight, attempting to lift himself off for any kind of relief to no avail.
Magneto was kept prostrate, his hard cock pointing skywards. He glared and bit his tongue, refusing to give whoever his captors are the satisfaction of his enjoyment. Try as he might, not even he could hold back his brows from furrowing as a clear tube attached itself around his dick, pumping it for every drop of his load.
Mojo whirled around in his chair, letting out a loud shout of victory. And this was only a small sample of his venture in adult entertainment. There were so many other X-Men still untouched, and that’s not even to mention the women yet. He was absolutely certain if he could get Marvel Girl or Jubilee or Storm in this scenario then his ratings would quadruple in number.
“Where is Jean anyhow? This show’s kind of been getting male heavy,” Mojo mused aloud.
There was a piercing psychic cry that wrang through the universe. It was a shrill shrieking sound, the kind that struck fear into the producer’s very core. Every screen in the control room started to black out, the feed cutting on every channel. One by one, the naked bodies of the X-Men were gone from view. “Hey! What gives? What is going on over there? Bring back my boy toys!”
A burst of blue light bathed Mojo’s live studio, blinding him and his crew. When their eyes adjusted, they grew wide in fear as Jean Grey stepped out with Magneto by her side, power inhibitor collar removed. His still hard cock pointed towards Mojo like an arrow aiming for its target.
In unison, their eyes began to glow. A mutant circuit, magnetism and telepathy working together, formed, billowing out and reaching its grasps throughout the entire studio. Machinery and cameras came apart piece by piece. Light fixtures were crushed. Mojo’s studio was getting torn down with the two mutants hardly moving a muscle.
“No! No, no no! This isn’t fair! Deus ex machinas are such a cop out! We don’t need any big damn hero moments, this is porn! This is an outrage! This is–” A camera flew into his face, shattering on impact. The mucus colored alien producer went out like a light, slumping onto the ground. Magneto and Jean returned to the X-Mansion. The other men were still trapped, locked in the throes of tortuous bliss.
“Why did you save me first?” he asked.
“I could detect that Kurt had been mentally interfered with,” Jean explained. “But I feel I needed your magnetic touch to truly free him of Mojo’s hold.”
He nodded. Jean looked away from him, making him remember that he was still fully naked and aroused in front of her. It was not becoming of a villain to be seen by his opponents like this.
“You had another reason too?” Magneto asked after a moment of silence. Or rather, as much silence as could be when a group of men being fucked by robotic dildos was just nearby.
“Yes.” Her face was turning as red as her hair. “Maybe you could…”
She didn’t finish what she was saying. Instead, she chose to show Magneto in his mind. He smirked. His cock throbbed. “You’d make a fantastic villain, you know.” Without another word said to each other, he got to work.
Kurt, still doozy from the psychic surgery he just went through, found himself getting hoisted up by the odds and ends of some destroyed machinery and robotics. His clothes were snipped away by the jagged edges until his naked blue body was exposed. His arms were tied and his ass was raised upwards.
The danger room started to shake. Each of the men found their restraints shifting, twisting and turning into themselves, while their dildos were kept firmly inside them still pistoning away. Nightcrawler was laid out, limbs trapped entirely. Scott groaned, his hair dangling mere inches from the floor as he hung upside down.
“Mein gott!” the imp exclaimed as both Summers dicks suddenly began to split his tight hole wide open. They would get a few thrusts in before the machine rotated them away, only to be replaced by Gambit. Magneto had created a carousel of revolving dicks, so that all would get a turn in Nightcrawler’s tight channel. Naturally, they’d still be getting fucked as well.
Satisfied with his work, Magneto found his cloak and his helmet and flew away, leaving Jean to clean up the mess when she decided she’d had her fill. Perhaps Mojo was on to something, indeed.