In an effort to escape the blue figure pursuing him, Peter is sprinting as quickly as he can while swerving between the narrow spaces and crowded passageways. He struggled to breathe, and as he fired a web and soared through the air, he could feel beads of sweat forming on the top of his forehead and dripping down his cheeks. Peter wanted to leave. He had to take cover! When he felt a web pulling hard at his chest and engulfing him in darkness and uncertainty, everything came to a screaming halt. He felt himself fall into a boiling, rusted pipe and crash to the ground. Peter stooped to his feet groggily and grunted in discomfort.
"You're swift." When a deep, booming voice suddenly interrupted the stillness; Peter jerked and craned his neck to peer at the colossal Spider-Man. Peter felt weak and little in comparison to Miguel's enormous size as he glared down at him with blazing eyes.
"You haven't caught me yet." Peter mutely chuckled before making an attempt to stand up.
The fat man booted the taller man's leg quickly, surprising Miguel with a grunt before webbing him against the wall behind him. The large man swiftly set himself free, tackling the shorter man with such force that Peter was certain he would have suffered a concussion if it hadn't been for his skills.
Finally, Peter was forced to the ground and immobilized, and Miguel had an iron grip on his hands. The muscular man strengthened his grasp and forced his knees down onto his legs to keep the plus-sized man still.
"You have no idea what's at risk here, Peter." Miguel gasped out, his voice hoarse and deep but out of breath.
"All because you decided to safeguard that Morales brat, the fate of the multiverse is in jeopardy!" His voice was toxic, and his eyes glowed a deep, compelling red. Peter swallowed and looked up at the taller man with uneasy eyes.
This man was about twice or thrice his size and width, his one hand effortlessly wrapping around both of Peter's wrists. He stiffened as he locked his sight on the brown-skinned man's harsh gaze.
"H-he-he's just a kid, Miggy," Peter cried out, "and it's not his fault!"
"Being Spiderman compels us to make difficult decisions, Peter. Morals can only take you so far." Miguel scoffed at the shorter man, his mask disintegrating to show his face. The struggle had left the man a little disheveled, and a thin layer of sweat had formed on his brow.
"Then there must be another way!" Peter begged softly, pleading with Miguel to let him go and save Miles from his doom.
"You know that doesn't work like that, Parker." Miguel whispered, his voice so low that the excitement penetrated Peter's core.
What the hell?
Peter felt his firm crotch right against the taller man before he realized what his body was doing. Peter's rigid dick throbbed with the small friction, and he hastily turned away from Miguel before returning his gaze to the red eyes staring back at him. Miguel's expression relaxed for a time, but they didn't break eye contact.
The man shifted involuntarily and placed his knees harder into Peter's limbs, eliciting a gasp from Peter. As they both peered into each other, tension swiftly filled the air, and Peter waited in expectancy. When the other man had already expressed himself as less than granite, it was difficult to know what he was thinking.
A light chuckle escaped Miguel’s lips, “You’re freaky, Parker .”
Passionate and surprisingly tender lips collided with Peter's, who instantly got lost in the passionate and messy kiss. The red-eyed man's hot, immense tongue fought its way into his mouth, as did the gradual grind of their crotches. The embarrassment he felt for succumbing to the massive and attractive man on top of him was pushed back.
Those powerful hands could have broken him a million times, but they didn't. Miguel has the potential to crush him. It's perilous. Peter couldn't bring himself to care that the man on top of him constitutes a predator—the apex predator—as long as those lips remained on his. Then Miguel drew back. Peter noticed himself getting a little unhappy about it.
When Peter looked up, he saw red. Dangerous red eyes brimming with repressed lust and hunger.
"I can force you to join me." Miguel huffed and let go of Peter's wrists, grabbing the short man's plump legs and slinging them over his gloriously broad shoulders. When Miguel yanked his body closer to him, Peter yelped in surprise; the gap between them was now minuscule. Peter didn't dare to speak up, instead wanting the muscular man to just kiss him again. Miguel extended his claw towards Peter's soft belly and ripped the spandex slowly and loudly as he dragged his hand farther down his crotch. Miguel ripped Peter's underwear almost immediately after they were exposed.
The cretin had a sneer on his face. Peter blushed deeply, his face a deep scarlet, and he appeared self-conscious. To avoid the muscular man's gaze, Peter looked down and watched Miguel slowly remove the spandex from his own outfit. Any confidence Peter had in his dick was quickly shattered into an infinite number of tiny particles. Miguel had a massive cock! The pulsating piece of meat hovered over Peter's dick completely, reaching all the way past his belly button and up to the middle of his stomach! It was nearly the same length and thickness as his forearm too! Every part of Miguel O'Hara appeared to be vast, just like its owner.
The flared up head dripped abundant pre-cum onto Peter's soft abdomen, the fluid being absurdly thick and opaque. Peter couldn't think straight because the aroma was getting into his nostrils and into his head. The taller man went back and positioned himself on the other's unprepared ass as Miguel's cock throbbed with the overwhelming want to 'breed'.
I need— I need you to tell me you want this, Peter," Miguel huffed.
Peter gulped again, his gaze darting from Miguel's massive cock to his crimson eyes. Everything in him was shouting 'no', and his spidey senses were out of control.
"Please, Miggy, I want it! Please!" Peter urged.
With Peter's pleas, Miguel's barriers crumbled, and he rapidly pushed himself into the shorter man's tight hole. Peter screamed in agony, but was instantly subjugated by a fervent kiss. Miguel implemented a punishing tempo right away, his big cock altering Peter's insides to his own distinctive shape. Peter's legs dangled from the taller man's broad shoulders, his toes curling with each poke and push on his prostate. Miguel leaned Peter's legs forward so quickly that the fat man's knees were beside each side of his head. The man's massive dick somehow reached even deeper, bursting the other's previously tight and plump stomach.
Peter let out a loud moan, the sound so unlike him that it was desperate and whiney. Miguel drew his cock out only to thrust it back within, remaining inside Peter.
"Tu puto," Miguel growled, "It seems like you wanted this to occur, huh?" The years of anger and suffering have been bottled up.
Peter was screaming and sobbing uncontrollably as the man above destroyed his ass.
"N-No!" The short, married man exclaimed, "I didn't," with a choked cry.
It felt great, but it aches so much. He has never been touched like this before, not even by MJ. He felt desired, desired, and yearned after. Peter was no longer miserable.
"¡Hijo de puta mentiroso!" Miguel shouted, his monstrous cock protruding.
It was slick with blood and still hard and hungry. The pounding cock had left Peter's hole wide open, clenched around nothing, and oh so empty. Peter sobbed, letting hot, fat tears fall from his eyes. He wants more.
"This is what you're going to be from now on, Peter," Miguel said as he pushed the tip of his cock back inside, "Meant to take a fat cock like a good bitch!" grins the man. He wasn't, but Miguel had the power to make him believe anything now.
"Y-Yes— I'll be good!" Peter desperately nodded, desperate to get that enormous dick back into his ruined hole, "I swear!" He no longer felt like himself.
It's as if the smell of Miguel's cock had changed him in some way. He couldn't have survived this long without this cock! Miguel, like Peter, felt himself losing control, which, to be honest, hardly never happens. He couldn't stop himself any longer; it was so simple to vent his rage on the poor man underneath him.
They are both unaware of how bad things are. Peter is a father and a married man. Miguel, on the other hand, is a mature man who had his own daughter. They couldn't give a damn. Miguel had shoved his cock back inside Peter, who responded with a loud moan.
Peter's hole extended around the taller man's peen, clinging to it for dear life. Miguel let out a loud groan before continuing his former harsh pace. His balls were the size of grapefruits encased in scrotal skin, precisely like his cock. Miguel grabbed Peter's thick, soft waist and fucked him hard till he saw Peter's dick bobbing violently back and forth, hard and dripping over his belly. Miguel flung back his head and groaned, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light.
Only loud groans and gibberish came from Peter's lips as what seemed like a molten hot pipeline pounded his little hole. It was genuinely degrading how easily a single man could convert him into a whore. This wasn't your standard sex. It wasn't a labor of romantic affection. With his savage cock and balls hammering, Miguel was making Peter his bitch. The colossal man bent forward again, his sharp fangs clamping onto Peter's jugular as his jaw squeezed. Peter sobbed, his dick spurting pathetically in his climax.
Miguel was clearly marking his territory, as Peter noticed. Miguel's thrusts had become increasingly irregular, his balls banging loudly against Peter's soft, thick ass. Miguel didn't take long to reach his orgasm, letting out a loud mix of a muffled grunt and an audible yell. He slammed in again, this time deep into Peter, his cum painting his insides white. Miguel gasped out, his cock still gushing thick hot cum from its urethra. Although it lay semi-flaccid on Peter's tummy, the thick meat stood on top of his own spent cock. Miguel's enormous dick exploded with fat thick jolts of cum, the thick chunky ropes hitting on Peter's moobs and face.
Peter remained motionless, allowing the tall guy to mark him as his. Miguel's thick cum was seeping through a large hole in his ass. With a horrible, gooey noise, a massive creampie burst out of his asshole and pooled beneath his body. Peter's dignity had been completely wrecked, with him tumbling over onto his tummy, limbs splayed, and his asshole dripping a steady stream of thick man-cum. Miguel made a proud face at Peter's plump ass, mounting the chubster once more to yank his hair back with a strong tug.
"Will you now join my side?" He murmured his voice so low and sexy that Peter couldn't stand it any longer.
The other man's hot, wet breath was approximately against his ear. Miguel was gently stroking his earlobe with his canines. Peter sighed and sat back in His position. When Peter turned his head, he saw the same crimson eyes staring back at him. Miguel's hair was wild and his face was sweaty, but his eyes remained the same. Even after everything, they were still ravenous.
"...Okay."