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Without his powers, Quailman didn't know how he was going to defeat Dr Rubber Suit from stealing the world's beet supply.
Well, there was possibly one thing he could do, but Quailman wasn't going to like it.
Quailman could indulge Dr Rubber Suit, appealing to his darker, kinkier side. When the hero had seen the suits the villain possessed, his keen quail-like vision caught the man's black latex suit, the one that had a zipper right over the groyne and mouth area.
“You let my friends go and I'll…”
An uncomfortable shiver ran down Quailman's spine. He wouldn't have to do much. Just let Dr Rubber Suit have his wicked way with him.
Because of Dr Rubber Suit’s mask, Quailman couldn't quite tell what the man was thinking, but he prayed that he had piqued the older man's interest.
“You'll what?” Dr Rubber Suit sneered, but his voice held a sense of curiosity.
“You..you can have me..”
“Don't do it, Quailman!” he could hear Patti Mayonnaise shout from her glass prison.
Quailman turned to give the blonde reporter a sad “don't worry about me” smile.
If it meant saving the world, and Patti Mayonnaise, Quailman would do anything to protect the planet, and woman, he so dearly loved.
Even if it meant having sex with his nemesis.
With any luck, Quailman would be able to distract his opponent long enough for Patti and Cameraman Valentine to devise a plan.
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It was hard to believe how a bed was able to fit into the large robot Dr Rubber Suit had been piloting, and yet there was one.
Having been completely stripped of his superhero attire, Quailman lay naked atop the navy blue silky sheets of Dr Rubber Suit’s bed. The villain, now dressed in his special black suit, rummaged through a drawer under the bed, muttering to himself as he searched for whatever it was he was looking for.
“Ah, ha!” he cried triumphantly, raising what looked a lot like a small belt.
But unlike Quailman's, this one was black and had a black bone-shaped fitting attached to it.
Dr Rubber Suit tossed the belt-like object to Quailman.
As the hero had never seen an object like it before, he wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to do with it.
Instinctively, he put it around his neck. He figured it must be some kind of collar.
Dr Rubber Suit looked up and scoffed.
“The bone is supposed to go in your mouth, silly,” he tutted, as if he had expected Quailman to have done this a hundred times.
Dr Rubber Suit’s suit squeaked as he made his way over to Quailman, unstrapped the belt and secured it around the brunette’s head.
“It's a gag to stop you from making noise,” Dr Rubber Suit explained, gently shoving the bone in Quailman's mouth, tightening the fastening on the back so the bone wouldn't come out easily.
As panicked as having his mouth obstructed made him feel, Quailman was grateful that Dr Rubber Suit hadn't been planning on using his mouth for anything.
However, it meant all of Dr Rubber Suit’s attention would solely be focused on Quailman's virgin asshole.
It was going to hurt, that much Quailman knew. But at least he didn't have to worry about his friends who were still trapped in the other rooms having to hear him suffering.
Dr Rubber Suit wasn't quite finished searching for things under the bed.
The villain placed handcuffs, something that looked like a whip, and a bottle with clear liquid in it onto the bed.
“Don't look so worried, Quailman,” Dr Rubber Suit cooed, slowly pulling down the zipper by his groyne, his semi-erect penis flopping out through the opening.
He then picked up the bottle of clear liquid and squirted a generous amount onto his hand before giving himself a few lazy strokes.
“Get on your knees, turn around and put your arms behind your back,” Dr Rubber Suit demanded, picking up the fuzzy pair of handcuffs.
Quailman did as he was told. He wasn't in any position to disobey orders, especially not with the lives of his friends, and the world, at stake. As Dr Rubber Suit snapped the handcuffs into place, Quailman just prayed the villain had the keys because he wasn't able to use his quail-eye to free himself.
Without his hands to steady himself, Quailman fell face first into the pillow. He had to turn his head so that his nose wasn't squashed as it would cut off his only source of oxygen.
“Such a cute ass,” Dr Rubber Suit hummed happily, “Pity I'm gonna ruin it.”
As he said that, Quailman felt the villain part his butrocks, exposing the tight, untouched ring of muscle hidden within.
Quailman winced as he felt something cold and wet trickle down his crack. Then, something rigid was poking against his anus.
This was really happening. And there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.
Quailman's eyes watered as he was stretched open, Dr Rubber Suit slowly but surely penetrating Quailman.
It burned like hell, but Quailman couldn't even make a sound. Not that it would've made any difference.
Behind him, Dr Rubber Suit grunted as he slid all the way inside the powerless hero.
“So tight…” the villain hissed, grasping desperately at Quailman's hips for better leverage.
Quailman bit down hard on the rubber bone in his mouth, a wave of pain and nausea surging throughout his weakened body.
He had to remind why he was doing this. To save Patti and the rest of the world.
To his amazement, Dr Rubber Suit reached underneath Quailman, gently stroking the hero's penis. It was as if he were trying to make this a pleasurable experience for Quailman too.
Quailman moaned as the head of Dr Rubber Suit’s penis hit a particular spot within him.
So much drool pooled in the hero's mouth that he had saliva dribbling down his chin.
It still hurt, but it was also starting to feel…no bad.
“Aw, does that feel good?” Dr Rubber Suit asked, his tone almost sounding like he was being sincere.
Given his position, it was a little hard for Quailman to move his head, but he did his best to nod in response.
Apparently Dr Rubber Suit didn't think it was good enough and removed the gag from Quailman's mouth.
Without having something in his mouth, it was hard for Quailman to keep quiet as Dr Rubber Suit fucked him into the bed.
At least he could now bury his flushed face into the soft pillow at the head of the bed without worrying about not being able to breathe.
Quailman had never seen Dr Rubber Suit without his gloves, but he felt the older man's bare hands scratching his back, running his nails down his skin.
Dr Rubber Suit elicited a sharp cry of pain with just a hint of pleasure when he slapped Quailman's left buttock with his open hand.
“You like that, slut?” Dr Rubber Suit hissed.
Normally Quailman didn't like to be humiliated or degraded. But there was something about Dr Rubber Suit calling him a “slut” that just seemed so fitting.
“Uh huh…”
“You poor, pathetic creature,” Dr Rubber Suit purred, “You've wanted this all along. Haven't you?”
Quailman hadn't thought he had ever wanted Dr Rubber Suit, and especially not like this.
At least, he could've sworn he hadn't.
“It's okay, Quailman,” Dr Rubber Suit said softly, “I have too.”
Quailman couldn't help but choke out a sob. No one, not even Patti Mayonnaise, had ever told him that they wanted him.
It was a bittersweet moment that the first person to tell him that was someone he often had to stop taking over the world.
Quailman was surprised when he heard his handcuffs snap open and his wrists being massaged tenderly.
When Dr Rubber Suit pulled out of him, Quailman whined at the sudden emptiness and felt something warm and sticky running out of him.
“Relax,” Dr Rubber Suit whispered, “You'll get yours.”
Quailman wasn't sure what Dr Rubber Suit meant by that.
He soon found himself being flipped over and Dr Rubber Suit between his legs.
The villain licked at Quailman's penis, rousing the hero's softening erection.
With his hands now free, Quailman slapped both hands over his mouth, stifling the loud moan that ripped from deep within his chest.
Dr Rubber Suit soon took Quailman into his mouth, his oral cavity warm and wet.
Quailman's hips were desperate to snap forward into the moist cavern, but because the hero didn't want to choke the villain, he did his level best to keep his hip movements under control.
Dr Rubber Suit was attempting to swallow every last inch of Quailman's cock down, his throat spasming deliciously around the shaft of the hero's penis.
Quailman couldn't help but wonder where Dr Rubber Suit had learned to do such things, but decided it wasn't any of his business what the villain did in his spare time.
Within moments, Quailman was whimpering and cursing under his breath as Dr Rubber Suit expertly sucked him off.
“I'm…uh…” Quailman tried to warn the villain that he was dangerously close to coming, but the words just wouldn't come out.
Considering how much experience the rubber-clad man had, surely he would've seen the signs of an impending orgasm.
Maybe he had and just didn't care.
Quailman's vision started to become twinkly and the pressure within him getting stronger and stronger.
The hero went to pick up one of the pillows from the bed and slammed it over his face so his cries of ecstasy would be silenced, but Dr Rubber Suit grabbed his wrist.
Hot tears dribbled down Quailman's face as panic thumped in his chest.
Quailman tried his best to stay quiet as he came down Dr Rubber Suit’s throat, but it was so hard not to cry out.
With a mix of awe and disgust, Quailman watched as Dr Rubber Suit swallowed every last drop of cum that had spilled into his mouth.
“Don't think that this makes me a good guy, now, Quailman,” Dr Rubber Suit muttered as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “I am, and always will be, bad. It's just too much fun.”
Quailman didn't doubt that for one moment.