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Feeling the superhero slowly dieing in his own body , Dirtbag suddenly felt a bit empty, after all, he had many "great" times with this hot looking wolf.

Maybe killing him here was a bit wasted?Especially the tasty cum he's still shooting out from his impressive balls.

Everyone would miss this sexy wolf, at least I am.

Nah he had a more excellent idea. Dirtbag retreated the covering of Streak's muzzle in the last moment, gave the superhero another chance.

Streak gasped as air returned to him, taking a deep breath, but at this point, he was too weak to resist.

"S-Stop... playing me..." he stammered, tired of Dirtbag's everlasting punishment.

"Don't give up, Chad!There is still hope!" Falcon shouted inside his head.

The villain shoot him an evil smile," Nah, it's a waste to just kill you here, I have plans for you."

He knew that look, the villain wasn't satisfied yet, a dark future was waiting for him.

He growled at the slimy villain. "I'll... never stop... resisting..."

"Ha ha ha, we will see" Dirtbag turned around and chuckled to Deception," Let's go, we will continue in our secret base, I can't wait." Deception just shook his head"I know what you're planning, you're really kinky aren't you?"

"You know me on the first day? Now come."

"Cover his eyes first, better not risk anything."

"Yeah...yeah." And once again Streak's world became black.

Suddenly he felt his legs and arms moving of their own accord, Dirtbag was controlling his body! He tried to struggle, but the slime that covering his body was surprisingly strong, he couldn't resist an inch.

"Stop trying, you're too weak for me, accept your fate." Dirtbag's voice sounded around his ears.

"Never!" He shouted.

"Then I guess you deserve this."

And Streak felt the slime around him started to move, it felt like thousands of hands rubbing his body, stimulated his hypersensitive body, made him moan like a bitch.

"S-stop..." his pleading was ignored by both villains, and they started moving again. Soon another orgasm was building inside Streak's body, his hard member was continually leaking, his balls had drawn up, he's about to cum.

Suddenly a slimy tentacle slipped back inside his member, blocking his urethra, the villain denied his orgasm again.

"Ahhhh...Not again...Please let me cum!"Streak shouted.

"Not yet, slave." he replied.

So both villains bring our poor hero back to their secret base that most of the supervillains lived. As the group got inside, Streak's loud moan immediately noticed by the crowd there.

Without a word, Dirtbag released the front of the superhero, showing the crowd his trophy. The worse, he retreated the tentacle inside Streak's urethra and the hero cum, hard.

"Gahhh!" Cum exploded from his member, spurt after spurt, quickly turning the slower part of leotard into dark blue, the hero's costume was ruined again.

Cheer, whistle, and laughter filled the room entirely. One of the villains taunted" Looks what Dirtbag bring us here! Isn't that our little portable whore?"

The defeated hero, held up securely in Dirtbag's mass, could only close his eyes an hope for a miracle, shamed and humiliated as he tried to ignore the taunting of the villains. But instead, he found himself yelling back."Shut up!"

"Oh~ our little whore is getting angry~ what should I do~?" the villain covered his heart and acted like he's hurt. "Maybe I should give him a few fucks here? Last time I remembered he was moaning like a bitch when I defeated him in the warehouse, it's... a week ago?"

All the villains are breaking into laughter.

Streak growled further, trying not to cry. "When I get out of here, I'll make all of you pay for this! For everything!"

He started to struggle, trying in vain to weasel out of Dirtbag's grip.

"That was not a good idea, Chad, there are too many enemies here." Falcon tried to claim his friend down, but that's too late.

A heavy punch strike into the unprotected superhero's abdomen, it's so hard that nearly most of the fist disappear into the fresh," Try me, bitch."

"UUGH!" Streak yelled, and the air was forced from his lungs. After several seconds of total breathlessness, he was finally able to suck in air and begun panting, his body still shivering from the brutal punch and he saw stars running around.

"Alright that's enough for now, I still have plans for him, you guys can have your fun with him later." Dirtbag waved his hand to the villains and started to bring his trophy to his "workshop."

"You coming?" he asked Deception.

"Nah, have fun, I will catch up with you later. I also have my plans with him." the vulture smirked.

Dirtbag rolled his eyes," And you call me kinky."

They separated in the next corridor. A moment later, Dirtbag stood in front of a metallic door. "Welcome, my "friend", this will be your new~home."

Streak opened his eyes, barely recovered from the previous abuse.

He waited in fear for whatever lay beyond the door, heart started to race.

The door opened, the room was big, there were not many things inside, some basic furniture but there was a significant metal table in the middle of the room.

Dirtbag lowered the superhero on the table, laid him face up and left a few of his mass on the superhero's limbs, held the poor Streak outspread and exposed.

"Nnngh!" he groaned, struggling against the slimy restraints. "I'm gonna get outta here eventually!"

"We will see." Dirtbag shot him a dark smile and turned around, he pressed a button on the wall. A few walls lift up immediately and showing Dirtbag's collection inside.

He looked over them and frowned." I guess I need a few more tools for you, maybe I should ask Raptor to make them, in the meanwhile..."

He pulled a small machine out and chuckled" this will do." he slowly brought the device to the now helpless Streak.

This is not good.

Streak struggled further upon seeing Dirtbag approaching with the device, looking closely at it and tried to figure what it was, but he knew that he's definitely in trouble.

" The guy early gave me an idea," He pushed the machine beside Streak.

It's an upside down "L" shape device, he aimed the prominent part on Streak's belly and pushed a few buttons, readying the machine.

" Trust me, this will be fun." and he presses on the big red button.

A big fist launched out from the machine above Streak, it hit perfectly on his abdomen, crushed his belly a few cm lower.

"Nnngh..." he winced from the growing pressure, continuing to struggle helplessly, but now more forcefully. "S-Stop!"

Help Falcon.

"I'm sorry, Chad. I can't help you much about this, Dirtbag is our Natural enemies. I...am sorry, please hang on."

Dirtbag watched the fist retreating back inside the machine," Nah, you're a superhero right? You can handle this."

And the recharged fist shooting back down, forced another cry from Streak.

He turned over and waved a goodbye to Streak, left him alone there.

"UGH! C-Come back! Make it stop!" he yells further, helpless to stop this torture and could only endure it.

He tried to defend himself by taking a deep breath and harden his abs, it worked at first, but as time flown, he realized the punching force seems to increase, this scared hell out of him. He tried to struggle but those mass held him perfectly still, he's totally fucked up.

Punches with punches, it's getting hard to endure it, and at last, his abdomen muscle gave in. "Someone! Make it s--OOOPH!"

Air was repeatedly knocked out of him, and tears streamed down his face as he continues to suffer the extreme abuse.

Once again he saw stars flying around.

Finally, the door is opened. Dirtbag was pushing a big cart into the room, he's welcome with a loud "Puff" and a painful yell.

" I'm back," he left the cart aside and approached the abused hero, he watched for another punch land on the poor hero.

It went so deep that was near the brutal punch from the earlier villain, the fist even twisted a few circles before withdrawal, a visible concave appear on the once fine abs of Streak.

"Hnnnngggg...." he winced, groaning a great deal now. Falcon's powers are not strong enough to spare him the lingering pain of the abuse. "Please... Make it stop..." he begged.

"Aren't you so confident earlier?" Dirtbag watched another punch went down, enjoying the hero's painful gasp, " Convince me."

Streak didn't have a choice, so he swallowed his pride and pleaded but another punch from the machine shot the air from his lungs once again. "OOPH"

After the fist retreated, he used his whole will to beg, just to make this torture end. "P-Please... I-I beg you..."

The villain laughed loudly, it took a moment for him to calm down, making Streak endure a few more punches.

At last, Dirtbag pushed the red button, and the device gave Streak a final punch before it retreated and shut down.

"UUUGH!" he yelled in pain, but finally relieved that the torture was over. At least for now. He took a moment to refill his lungs and let out a sigh of relief between panting and coughing.

During the time Streak recovering, Dirtbag headed to his cart and pulled some device out.

They're rectangular in shape and a red button on them. Dirtbag pressed on one of a button, and it immediately started to activate, it floated out of his hand and stopped in mid-air.

The front of the device opened, showed its true identity to the world, a camera.

Dirtbag turned other cameras on and headed back to Streak, those cameras following behind him.

" Can't keep the fun to ourselves right, Streaky? You're online!"

Oh no, that's not happening.

"P-Please... Turn them off...I beg you." he pleaded, not wanting the world to see his state of defeat.

"Don't worry, it's only the intranet, the world will not know....yet" he smiled." Afterall all of us wanted to have some personal collection first."

Streak looked away from the cameras, trying to struggle once again, wincing with the little effort.

"Now where should I begin?" Dirtbag approached Streak slowly, he watched the hero's useless struggle, the hero still got fire inside, and that's not acceptable, so he decided to start with that abused belly.

He reached out and slowly circling around the now repositioning muscle, feeling and teasing them. The once fine and hard six packs now felt like jelly, each muscle fell so softly under his hand.

"Hng..." Just as expected, Streak groaned and winced again, his belly was really sensitive and bruised after the long abuse. The mere touch was enough to make it sting.

The rubbing continues for a few minutes, the villain was enjoying the little whimpers from Streak, it's the most beautiful music in the world. Not to mention that the villain noticed something, the lower part of Streak started getting more prominent, a tent was slowly forming.

" Oh, mine...seems our little hero is enjoying," he signaled the cameras come closer, getting a clear view.

Not this time, Chad

Streak closed his eyes tighter, so humiliated. "G-Get away!" he yelled.

As the rubbing continues, a noticeable wet spot formed at the tip of the tent and it started to get bigger.

Finally, a clear drop of pre is forced through the blue leotard of Streak. Dirtbag chuckled a little and leaned over to lick it up." Tasty."

Bastard

"Nnnnggghhh..." he whimpers, his bulge was twitching and continued to grow, a soft moan escaping his muzzle and another droplet of pre went out his straining costume.

This is not enough to break him, time to move on.

Dirtbag's right hand kept rubbing Streak's belly, maintain the hero's state, and his left hand aimed for his goal.

He grabbed Streak's pouch in a go and gave those soft and once again full balls a few soft squeezes.

"Ahhh! S-Stop, man!" Streak groaned, fully hard instantly, and drawing another spurt of pre into his costume with a soft little hump.

Streak's reaction just convinced the villain further, his right hand left the abused belly and started to rub along the hero's rod. The mix of smooth material and pre acted like a lube, made Dirtbag's hand quickly picking up speed fast.

" You know it feels so comfortable to rub your body, especially here."

So...so good.Need to resist.

"N-No! Stop! Uhhh..." the hero yelled further with another moan, but his body actually started to relax. With the pain subsiding, all that replaced was the pleasure, which was quickly met with another spurt of his pre into the blue fabric, soon to result in a powerful orgasm.

It only took a minute, and Streak's underside was filled with pre, the leotard couldn't contain anymore, clear liquid seeping through the material, made the hero's member looked so shiny.

The cameras flown around them, recording every detail of the hero's humiliation.

"D-Don't look at me! Ahhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Streak yelled at the cameras, tried to hold his orgasm back, but that's a losing battle, soon another orgasm would be forced out by the evil villain.

Feeling the throbbing of the cock under his hand getting more rapid and those balls started to pull up, Dirtbag knew it time, he squeezed those round balls hard enough into an oval shape.

" Yes! Cum! Show us how pathetic you are, cum your loser load out as always!"

"Gahhh" And he cum, furiously gyrating his hips as his orgasm came.

Intense pleasure rushed through him, and he moaned out loud in ecstasy, cum shooting out from his ruined costume, flying out in the air and land on his torso. Those were his sign of defeat and submission, tears filled the former hero's eyes he's utterly humiliated.

However, one of the camera's base opened, a LED screen occurred, " One more." showed on the screen, it seems the villain behind the screen was not done with Streak.

Dirtbag smiled at that idea" With pleasure." he replied.

He immediately started to stroke the hero's cock in top speed again, wanted to force the hero into another orgasm.

The sudden intense pleasure made Streak's eyes bulged, "Ahhh! Ahhh! No, please!" he pleaded. His previous orgasm had just ended, his member was extremely sensitive, the jerking on his cock made his whole body shaken uncontrollably, he just wanted this to stop.

But that's not on Streak's call, soon the hero's orgasm raised again. It didn't take long for the hero getting close and with another hard squeeze on his balls, he cum again.

"NOOOOOO!" he screamed as he achieved another orgasm, balls drained as he gave another loser load to the villain, it's liked a cum fountain, the first few spurts even reached the ceiling, so gooey that refused to fall. The rest had fallen on the hero, made him covering in his own cum.

As the incredible orgasm finally ends, Streak gave up, he ceased his resistance. There was no point in struggling anymore.

Dirtbag finally released Streak's "private" part, he lifted his hands and put them above Streak muzzle." Lick." he ordered.

Broken, the hero complied and beginning to lick his own cream off of Dirtbag's slimy black paws, he didn't care now.

As Streak started cleaning, Dirtbag turned to the cameras and searched for more advice. Two of the camera's screen had given their opinion.

One said "tickling." another said " breath play."

Dirtbag smiled at the suggestion" Great ideas guys, which one should I pick?Ah! maybe our little hero chooses his own fate?"

Both options were horrible, his power side effect would make him suffer hard in tickling, but breath play? He quickly knew that he'd much rather be tickled rather than facing the possibility of strangled.

"T-Tickling..." he said, eyes closed, afraid of the upcoming torture.

" Guess so."Dirtbag answered.

As the decision was made, Dirtbag went back to the cart and picking out five big feathers.

Two metallic arms got out from the sides of every camera, he gave each camera a feather and get back to Streak.

"Let's get rid of these boots first." Streak's boots are off quickly, his seldom expose feets are now shown freely. Dirtbag even gave them a few pokes, teasing a few giggles from the hero." Great, sensitive as always." he chuckle" Guys, let's get started."

Two cameras started to tickle the armpits, another two focus at the foot, especially the paw pads, the last one attacked the neck side.

"Wait! I'm not rea--AHAHHAHAHAHA!" Streak laughed loudly, unable to restrain himself as the five cameras begun tickling him.

This felt like hell to the hero, he hadn't been tickle like this before, he couldn't stop his laugh.

Somehow, this brought the former hero back to full hardness in his costume.

"Getting hard again? You're really pathetic, aren't you? "Dirtbag was getting surprised by the hero's reaction, but that just made the fun greater.

"I... I..." Streak stammered, trying to reply, but breaking out into another bout of roaring laughter. "AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHAAAAAA!"

Time passed by, Streak's hardness throbbing more vigorously, "it's amusing to watch you screaming like this, you know?" an evil smile appeared on Dirtbag's face" But I wonder what will happen if I do this?"

He raises both of his hands, wiggling his fingers and suddenly attacked both sides of Streak's waist.

"AAAAAGH!" he yells in pain, before suddenly returning to laughter. "AAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAGGGGHHHH!!"

Streak's cock was jumping rapidly now, he's really close, again.

So Dirtbag extended a tentacle out and strike for the navel button, tickle it hard.

"AAAHHAHAHHHHAAAAAGGH! S-STOP! AAAAHHAHAHAHAGGHHH!"

Finally, his next orgasm came hard, spurting with great force into his costume, drenching it for the fourth time as he continues to laugh.

It was an incredible combination of pleasure, pain, and ticklishness, creating the perfect torture of the former hero. The incredible bombardment of experience made him squirting harder and faster, prolonging and empowering his hand-free orgasm.

The deep blue part quickly spreading at the leotard, it passed his six-packs, until it reached his nipples. Some of the cum was leaking out from the leg holes of the leotard, forming a big puddle on the table surface. And once again Dirtbag's hands are getting messy.

Finally, the tickle torture stopped, leaving Streak panting harshly, a few giggles here and there, along with the occasional wince of pain and a few moans.

So...intense....

Noticing the puddle down there, Dirtbag wiped both paws on them, getting both covered in the hero's juice, he ordered again.

" Lick, and tell us how's the taste."

The hero could only obey, licking obediently at Dirtbag's paw. After a few moments of licking, he spoked.

"S-Salty... Gooey..."

"And do you like it?"Dirtbag asked.

He closed his eyes again, ashamed. "Yeah..."

"Hahaha, you will be the finest plaything here, Streak." Dirtbag laughed, he loved how the hero had fallen.

" Alright, next suggestion!" and the two non-suggested cameras shown their choice, one was "sounding." and the other one was "prostate massage."

"Both are my favorite!"Dirtbag turned to Streak, " Now choose, Streaky."

"I..." he stammered, looking at the options, before finally settling on which would perhaps be the least unpleasant, the earlier orgasm denial experiences were horrible,so he picked the other one.

"Prostate massage..." he answered.

"Nice choice." Dirtbag smirked "But first, let's change your position." followed by a playful slap on Streak's belly.

"AGH!" he yelled, agonized.

The substance that holding Streak suddenly extended themselves, lifting the hero up in the middle air.

Next, they started to move across each other, flipping the hero around, facing the metallic table now.

"Perfect, now you're in position, aren't you excited, Streaky?"

"N-No..." he said, shivering after his position is reoriented.

"But your body tell the different story."Dirtbag points at the still slowly dripping and throbbing tent under the hero." Lying is not good, bad dog."He smiled,"Guess that means a punishment?"

What? No no no no...

"No... Please...I..."Streak tried to protest.

" Too late~"Dirtbag cut the hero off and picked up one of Streak's boot. He positioned it right under Streak's tent, "Normally you'll only need to fill this up, but now..." He picks up the remaining boot "You need to fill this up too!"He sounded so happy.

What! I'm not going to make it!

Streak tried to argue but the look of Dirtbag's dangerous sight made him hesitate, he gulped. "F-Fine..."

I'm going to die by this.

"With pleasure" and Dirtbag slipped under one of the leg holes of the hero's costume, in one go he pulled it aside, exposing the underside of Streak.

His whole package was covered with a thick layer of cum, the still hard member looked like a tasty strawberry milk popsicle.

The sudden cold air makes it jumped, another drop of gooey cum from the previous orgasm dripped out from the tip, forming a perfect line and dropping inside his own boot.

The gravity made Streak's balls hanging low, Dirtbag reached out and gave them an examine" Even cumming so many times, these still feel heavy, what a great talent." he chuckled.

His remain cum spurted a little further, those fluids seeping impotently into the boot as Dirtbag fondled his balls. Streak merely gritted his teeth in silent acceptance.

So humiliating...

Giving those jewels a few more grips, the villain focused on the goal of this session. Although covered in cum, Streak's pinky hole still stood out under his tail, it's tightly shut and the ring muscle gripping tightly with every throb of Streak's cock.

Dirtbag puts his hands on both sides of the hero's round butt and spreading them apart, making the way to the hole clear.

With that he leaned down his muzzle and starting to lick, tasting the hero's fluid.

"Ahh! P-please..." Streak moaned, utterly humiliated, but couldn't deny how good the experience felt.

The moaning encouraged the villain as the cum is licked away, he focused on that pinky spot.

His slimy tongue circled around the sensitive muscle, stimulated it teasingly, even tried to poke inside playfully a few times.

"Nnnngh... Just... Just get it over with..." Entirely gave up, he pleaded and Dirtbag continued to stimulate him, made him shiver a bit in those building pleasures.

"Be patient, it's a long night." And he gets back to attack the hero's weak spot.

The answer made Streak grunted in frustration but the teasing quickly covered it, his moan sounded further in need.

I... I think I'm broken...feel so good.

It takes a few minutes for the villain getting tired of teasing, he withdrew himself and signaled a camera, " Come get a clear record, isn't that gaping hole looks cute?"

Streak closes his eyes tightly in shame, trying to ignore the goings-on behind him.

Although Streak tried to ignore it, his body has a different idea, the dripping of his pre is noticeably greater, and that'll not miss by the villain. He pointed at his member and taunted" Another proof of your true self Streaky." he laughed.

" Admit it you're not a superhero, you're just a bitch waiting to be use and claim!"

"I..."the hero tried to denial, but found he couldn't anymore, no matter how many times he encouraged himself after defeated and humiliated by other villains. This time his faith was broken, he had fallen so deep that his libido consumed him. He didn't care anymore, the only thing he wanted now is the pleasure and cum.

His expression was changing, eyes losing focus, tongue hanging out to the side of his muzzle, his moan became sluttier, the former hero was gone.

His member now throbbed continuously as he leaked faster, more copious amounts of his pre dripping into the boot, his body rapidly produced more and more.

Dirtbag was really pleased by Streak's reaction, he finally did it, the hero would be their plaything from now on.

Time for the main course, Let see how far the bitch can go?

So he inserted two fingers inside, moving them around to tease the superhero more, hearing him moan in need, he even bucked back to the digits, trying to get more stimulation for his building orgasm.

With the hero's help, Dirtbag quickly found the swollen nub, jackpot. He circled around it slowly and suddenly jabbed it with full force.

"GAHHHHH!" Streak moaned loudly as Dirtbag manipulated him from the inside, pushing forcefully against his hypersensitive prostate. It felt like electricity run through his whole body, a big scrub of precum ran out of his cock, landing perfectly in his boot.

Second jabbed, a larger scrab of precum shot into the container.

And the thrid jab was all Streak need, that instantly pushed him over the edge. He screamed in a mix of joy and great pleasure as he emptied his loser load once again. His body surrendered to the immense pleasure as he gyrated his hips into the boot.

Cum was filling the boot, but that got one out of ten only, he got a long way to go, and Dirtbag wouldn't give any mercy to him.

Without any rest, he pressed the button again and again, even inserted his third finger to join the party inside.

The orgasms seem never stopped as Dirtbag continued to penetrate him, and his moaning continues on. He whimpers with tears and pleasure, unable to keep silent as he rapidly approaching his next orgasm even the previous one just wore out.

And so the party continue, with every orgasm Streak reach, Dirtbag would change a different type of method to stimulate the poor prostate, tab, rub, pinch, scratch, vibrate, etc.

It didn't take long, the first boot was nearly filled."Stop... Please...I..need a break...Ohhh..." Streak begged after another orgasm, his whole mind was foggy, exhausted after the continuous experience of pleasure and pain.

"That boot is not even filled yet, that's no way we will stop."Dirtbag laughed.

Streak could only grunt in frustration but forced to moan again as he near another climax.

Knowing that would be the last load for the end of the first boot, Dirtbag wanted to make it end remarkably.

He pulled all his fingers out, puzzling the hero and rammed his whole fist inside, the already loosen hole didn't stand for a second and his fist land perfectly on the now much-swollen prostate.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Streak screamed, loudly and painfully as he achieved another intense orgasm, more pain pleasure than ever before shook his lithe body, spilling his copious load into the boot once again.

He lost count of time, the only thing he knew was cumming, cumming and cumming. The boot was full minute ago but his balls just kept going, pumping his seed out rapidly.

Finally, his ordeal ended, leaving him panting and barely conscious.

The whole process was recorded by the cameras, that would be an excellent collection, but Dirtbag decided to push it further.

" What a nice bottle of protein shake, guess we shouldn't waste it, uh?" He picked it up carefully and brought it to Streak muzzle, "Now drink, Streaky. Being a superhero needs a lot of nutrients, especially protein, so don't waste."

But Streak's mind was a blur, he just started at the "protein shake" blankly. It took a moment for him to catch up his mind, when he's about to act, Dirtbag already groaned impatiently,"Too slow, slut."

Two tentacles came out of nowhere, it forcefully spread Streak's muzzle open wide, then they reformed around the sides of his muzzle, made sure not a gap left.

When it's done, Dirtbag poured the liquid inside forcefully, Streak tried his best to gulp down his warm fluids, avoiding to choke on any, soon the entire boot was empty, and he was left coughing after chugging down it all in one go.

Although Streak had gulped down his load but disobey is not an option.

Dirtbag decided to teach him a lesson. "Guess your not learning anything, bitch?"He growled."We tell you to do what and you do so, no hesitating. Cause your previous disobedient, you're punished." he growled.

"Let's say...double up? You get four more boots ahead, bitch."

That news struck like thunder to Streak, he would die during this!

"No! Please!" he pleaded. "I'll do anything!"

" And that anything means filling these up." He put back the boot under Streak and smirked."Let's begin."

He squealed and tears rolling out from his eyes again, given up.

And soon the room filled with Streak's helpless moan and liquid sound of cum falling inside the boot, the night was still long....