Author’s note. This is a work of fan fiction using characters created by Marvel Comics who I assume still hold the copyright to them. It is based on the X-Men comics of the 1980s although the knowledgeable among readers will recognise that I have made one change to a character’s powers and have bent time so that certain characters can appear together. It does not in any way draw on the films of the 21st century or the depictions of these same characters by the likes of Halle Berry. Nor does it refer to the new Ultimate X-Men ongoing series.
The series includes a large number of violent, non-consensual sexual acts. In the real world such acts are despicable crimes, even when carried out against super villains. This is a work of fiction and should be treated as such.
Storm
"Aiiiiiiiiiii!" Ororo cried out as Havoc tugged painfully on her hair, yanking her head up and thrust his rigid prick into her face. "Aaaaagh. No! Alex, help me!"
"Too late for that you slut, you missed your chance at help, now I’m helping myself." Havoc stabbed his rock hard cock into her face but Storm kept her mouth firmly closed and it glanced painfully off her lips. "Open up bitch! I’ll aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"
Alex cried out in surprise and pain as her hand clenched around his balls and squeeeezed.
"Let me go you monster or I’ll rip these off." Part of Storm was appalled at the hatred in her voice and the certain knowledge that she meant what she said, but the rest gloried in the fury and passion. "Maybe I’ll just rip them off anyway." This must be how Dark Phoenix felt, the power to destroy or not as she chose, with destruction more enticing by far.
"Aaaah. Don’t….aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Havoc felt for a moment that she’d carried out her threat for Nightcrawler’s tail had encircled Storm’s other wrist on which she was leaning her whole weight and pulled it out from under her. Her upper body had fallen forwards suddenly, dragging Havoc’s balls with her till she had to let go to fend off the ascending floor, though her chin still bounced painfully from the steel plate beneath.
"You slut! I’ll fuck you up for that!" Free of the risk of sudden emasculation Havoc unleashed his mutant power and a burst of energy slammed into the back of Storm’s head smashing her face fiercely into the floor. When he pulled her up by the hair again and thrust his cock forwards she was unable to bar its entrance and she was forced to allow the head of his dick to slam into her mouth. Havoc took her head in both hands and held it still, pushing his prick into her. "You try anything like that again and I’ll pulverise your pretty head, understand? Understand?!"
Storm tried to nod but could barely move with his meat probing the back of her throat and could only respond with a muffled grunt which to her relief Havoc took as assent. Meanwhile Nightcrawler pulled her arm up behind her back and held it painfully there with one hand, gripping her muscular buttocks with the other.
"Now you’re sorted out at that end I hope you’re ready for the main event." Storm tried to shake her head in protest but since it was held immobile this resulted in her torso shaking from side to side causing her beautiful tits to wobble enticingly. "I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I met you m’dear, and now I’m going to." She could feel his prick sliding up and down between her cheeks, its silky fur warm against her smooth skin.
"Mmmmfffff." Again she tried to protest as she felt the end of his cock probe her asshole but this only caused her to suck on Havoc’s dick without any coherent sound emerging. Ororo felt a slight relief as Kurt’s weapon left her anus but became hyper-aware of it sliding slowly down to her cunt; she held her breath dreading what was to come and yet somehow yearning for it. The few seconds he held it there stretched in her mind into minutes, almost hours, totally aware of the sensation of her pussy lips slightly spread by the tip of his prick, the anticipation of what was to come. ‘Please,’ she thought, ‘please.’ But whether it was ‘please do’ or ‘please don’t’ she could not have said.
Whichever, it was irrelevant, for in one swift, forceful motion he slammed his hips forwards and drove the length of his prick deep into her womb. Ororo tried to suck in air to scream at the violation but the only thing she could suck was Havoc’s own prick which embedded itself deep in her throat.
"Ooooooh yesssssssss, Ororo!" Both men spoke as one as their twin assault raped their team leader from both ends. She choked painfully on Havoc’s cock as she felt Kurt’s pelvis smack up against her ass. The feeling of a dick insider her was nothing like she’d imagined, her whole body felt stretched around it, she could barely believe it wouldn’t emerge from her throat, like she was nothing more than a tight garment for Kurt’s manhood.
"Oh Storm, you are tight tight tight! I’ve always thought you needed to loosen up a bit, and I've always thought I was probably the man for the job. What do you think Alex my friend?"
"I think that this slut’s face is just built to suck a man’s prick. I mean look how she’s gobbled this up." Ororo was horrified at the truth in that, her nose was pressed up against Alex’s stomach, his pubic hair tickling her lips, somehow he had virtually his entire length inside her. She tried to eject the horrible thing, to spit it out, but because of the constraint of his grip on her her efforts resulted in only sucking him deeper into her throat until she gagged and had to give up the impossible task. "Oh yes baby, suck me!" Havoc laughed at her efforts and gathered her flowing hair in one of his hands while he cradled her chin in the other. With her hair pulled into a single top knot clenched in his fist and her face raised up by the gentle pressure under her chin Havoc withdrew his pelvis so that his prick slid smoothly from her throat allowing her to swallow and draw in great gulps of air. He tilted her head so that her upraised eyes met his and let go of her chin, pointing his finger down at her.
VZZZZZZZ!
A short pulse of energy darted from his finger and slammed into Storm’s left tit, bruising it and setting it swinging. He didn’t speak, he let the action speak for itself as he presented his purple headed weapon to her lips once again. Storm gazed pleadingly up through her bright blue eyes and saw nothing in his face but lust and violence. Her eyes misted with tears as she opened her mouth and circled the tip of his prick with her lips and Havoc sighed deeply as he slid through that circle and back into her warm throat.
Initially Nightcrawler had simply remained still, glorying in the tightness of Storm’s love tunnel, feeling her squeeze him in her vain attempts to eject his invasion. He pushed forwards with his hips forcing Storm further onto Alex’ prick then released his grip on her wrist so that he could firmly hold her rear where he wanted it. With his thumbs pressing into the small of her back he forced her stomach downwards so as to tilt her cunt up towards him until with her positioned as he wanted he slowly withdrew, his blue prick emerging from between her ebony thighs. Kurt stared down at her silver bush, smeared with her juices, her cunt gaping wide at first then slowly closing as it realised that there was nothing between its lips any longer. He pressed the head of his weapon against the moist slit again and stroked it between those lips, spreading them slightly, enjoying the feeling of power and control. As Storm finally surrendered to Havoc and drew him into her mouth so Nightcrawler demonstrated his conquest and stormed through her gates once again.
Storms senses were overwhelmed by the twin violation. She wrapped her tongue around the warm hardness of Havoc’s cock, tasting his very masculinity with her highly developed senses, almost absorbing him into her. Her other lips stretched to what felt like an impossible diameter to encompass Nightcrawler’s prick as it drove into her. Intellectually she knew that her body could survive the intrusion, that it was designed for just this penetration, but it felt like he was splitting her in two, wounding her and doing irreparable damage. When he began to move within her, drawing out of her and slamming back inside, it felt like every stroke was a blow that drove his prick deeper within.
Unable to withstand the assault on her senses Storm gave herself up to them. She let the tide of sensation carry her away and buried her consciousness in a rush of animal passion. Havoc was first to notice as he felt her sucking on his prick with a will and her tongue wrapping around his fleshy column, her lips stretching for it as it withdrew and welcoming it back within as he drove forwards.
"Oh yes Baby!" he cried out. "I knew you had it in you!" Some part of the proud African welcomed his praise and she sucked on his prick with greater abandon. Meanwhile Kurt too recognised a change as Ororo rocked in time to his thrusts, leaning backwards into him so that his every stroke penetrated her to the hilt. An obscene rhythm built up between the three of them; Nightcrawler’s prick slamming into her drove her forwards so that Havoc’s pale cock disappeared into her beautiful face, then he would pull back and the friction would draw her whole body after him so that the weapon in her mouth would be revealed. Havoc would then rock forwards and his prick against the back of her throat would push her whole body backwards so she impaled herself on Nightcrawler’s indigo member. The whole tableau was like a wave running from Kurt to Alex and back with Ororo as the transition medium.
These sensations, so alien to Ororo and yet akin to what she felt in the heart of a storm, began to overwhelm her. The tidal current set up in her by the two men grew stronger, racing like the spring floods or the tsunami and she started to shake and quiver. Her lips at each end squeezed down on the pricks within her and her team mates groaned in ecstasy and slight trepidation for they realised that there was no conscious thought in her and they were literally trapped in the heart of the Storm. A wind blew up, circling them in a ring of ferocious energy, howling around them and they were no longer sure whether they had overcome Storm, or she had trapped them. As she neared her climax the whirlwind closed in around the three of them tighter and tighter. The men knew that they were in great danger and that they should already be trying to escape, but they did not care as they continued to pound into the beautiful mutant between them. Storm had made the transition into the primal creature she was beneath the calm and benevolent woman that they knew and her passion enwrapped them all. She screamed as she climaxed, a scream that was echoed by the two men as Alex shot great gobs of sticky cum into her face, glistening white against her dark skin, and Kurt emptied his seed into her womb.
With her orgasm what control she had over the miniature hurricane broke and the storm exploded, catching the three mutants and throwing them about like dolls. Nightcrawler, used to acrobatic manoeuvres, made the best landing, if unable quite to land on his feet he did at least land the right way up. Havoc was thrown painfully against the wall, stunned, while Storm was picked up and dashed against the floor. Barely conscious from the tremendous orgasm she was totally relaxed which probably saved her from severe injury but she couldn’t prevent Nightcrawler from scooping her up into his arms and teasing her sensitive nipples with his long and unnaturally mobile tongue.
"You’re no end of surprises my friend. Who would have thought you had such a wanton hidden within you? Not I, that’s for sure." Catching sight of Havoc rising groggily to his feet Kurt dropped Ororo suddenly to the floor of the danger room and leapt over towards his team mate, his tail circling her ankle and dragging her after him. "Are you alright my friend? Is she not the best fuck ever?" Taking Alex’ less than coherent groan as assent he rolled Ororo over to him. "I’m all ready for seconds, but this time let’s switch." He pulled Storm up on to her knees and presented her with his newly rampant prick, still glistening from her own bodily fluids.
"No, please…," she protested but Kurt grabbed her hair and held her head immobile. With her mouth pressed shut and the end of his cock only millimetres from it she cast her eyes around for some escape. There was none, only the cold grey steel of the danger room. Irritated by her continuing defiance after he and Havoc had clearly demonstrated the reality of the situation he grabbed her nose holding it shut so that she was forced to open her mouth in order to breathe.
"No! Uuulghphth." she said, incoherently, as Nightcrawler’s prick was stuffed into her mouth and stabbed against the back of her throat. Storm gagged and choked and tried to jerk her head back but Kurt just pushed forwards, following her, and then his hands took the side of her head and held her still. "Uuugh. Mmmmth." There was a salty, enticing taste to his velvet furred prick and she realised it was her own fluids, coating his weapon from his initial entry into her body.
"Hey, take your medicine," he said as he started to fuck her mouth. Storm momentarily let her teeth rest on his cock with a sudden urge to bite the organ he’d forced into her. "Don’t even think about it, I’d break your neck like a pencil." She swallowed, in as much as she could with that thing in her mouth, and let go of the thought. "Better." His strokes, the first three or four of which had been very slow, suddenly became very forceful as he rammed into her mouth, driving into the back of her throat. "Any more games and I choke you." He returned to a less aggressive stroke, in and out, as Storm spluttered and tried to breath through her nose. Then Alex grabbed her ankles and pulled her backwards, she lost her balance and fell forwards, for a moment she was held up only by that prick in her throat and then her hands found purchase and she knelt on her hand and knees. Nightcrawler sank to his own knees in front of her and Storm made the unpleasant discovery that he could get further down her throat in this position.
Not nearly as unpleasant a discovery though as finding out that Kurt wasn’t the only one who intended to switch. She felt a hand playing with her ass and her mind refused to accept what was happening at first as something warm, slightly slippery and rock hard was pressed between her cheeks and nuzzled against her anus.
"Uuulpphhgh!" she protested. "Uuuggh! Mmmmmooooooh!" Nightcrawler’s cock prevented any coherent statement as Alex pressed the head of his prick at her narrowest opening, and pressed, and pressed. At first Storm thought that nothing would happen and then, slowly, slowly she opened. "Mmmmeeeeeeeeh!" she squealed as the head of his prick passed through the sphincter.
"Tight is it?" asked Nightcrawler who had slowed his motion so he could watch, his hands firmly holding her head in place, his prick deep in her throat.
"Uuuuuuugh!" she tried to shake her head, tried to pull off just so she could scream out her humiliation, but was totally trapped. Just as Kurt held her head immobile Alex had her ass in his hands and there was no way she could escape. She tightened her muscles, tried to force him back out of her, and he groaned in pleasure.
"Yes Kurt. Like a virgin." Then he pushed forwards again against her resistance. Storm thought for a moment she was winning, that her efforts, the size of his prick and the narrowness of her asshole would defeat him. He relaxed the pressure and she sucked in a breath hoping one more effort would drive him back then he brought his hand down hard on her buttock. The surprise and pain caused her to exhale sharply and he chose that moment to ram forwards with all his strength.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!" Her shriek was muffled by Nightcrawler’s cock but even so was deafening as virtually the whole length reamed her. Her asshole expanded beyond what she would have thought possible and his prick, thankfully still slippery from her own saliva slid into her.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah." Her cry was echoed by Havoc’ sigh as he achieved his goal and then the two of them set to work with a will. Kurt pumped his cock into her mouth swiftly and hard, barely letting her breath while Alex drove more steadily but no less hard into her ass. At the back of her mind Storm counted two of Kurt’s strokes to one of Alex’. Both of them starting at the same time with Nightcrawler’s cock hitting the back of her throat and withdrawing as Havoc nailed his length into her. Then Nightcrawler driving forwards again and pulling back as Havoc gradually slid out, working with her body’s natural, but futile, attempts to eject him. The two quickened their pace till Alex was thrusting as fast as Kurt had begun and Kurt himself was like a terrier. Their tempo began to fray and fall out of time and her body was shaken and jerked around by the competing pressures. They were both moaning and groaning as they reached their orgasms. Nightcrawler came first, on his outstroke she suddenly felt a hot jet of liquid strike the back of her throat and then his prick came crashing back in and spurt after spurt of semen filled her mouth, spilled over her chin and slid down her throat. Like when you laugh while swallowing she could feel some even spilling out of her nose. As Storm tried to cope with this Havoc stopped his frantic pumping with his prick at its furthest depth. She could almost hear him clench his teeth as he held off his orgasm as long as he could.
"Unnnnng. Unnnnng. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" His prick pulsed within her again and again and at each pulse it was driven outwards, what she had failed to do the force of his own orgasm had achieved. They both released her and let her lie there with their seed dripping from both ends and her legs smeared and sticky with her own juices for at the height of their passion she too had cum.
White Queen
"Oh…oh…oh…ooohaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!"
Emma fell back into the padded chair drained by a devastating orgasm. Her legs were splayed over the arms of the chair and most of her right hand had disappeared into her cunt while her left teased her tits which spilled out of her unlaced bodice.
"Enjoy that did you?" asked Mastermind sarcastically, lighting a thin cigar.
"Oh yessssssssss," she sighed, lying there still unmoving, luxuriating in the totally relaxed post-climactic state. "I’ve been wanting to watch that bitch raped for real ever since I borrowed her body and got myself truly fucked by Sebastian. Even watching the re-runs of that weren’t as much fun as seeing the white haired slut held down and shafted at both ends by her friends. Mmmmmm." She slowly withdrew her fingers from her flooded slit and licked her juices off them closing her eyes and recalling the look on Storm’s face as Havoc’s prick rammed into her ass.
"You really hate her," Mastermind stated unnecessarily and Emma didn’t bother dignifying it with a reply. Instead she stretched like a cat who had just woken and re-laced her leather bodice.
"How’s Raven?" she asked dispassionately.
"I’m fine, no thanks to you you selfish bitch," their team mate replied on the communicator. "Phoenix is out of commission till the battery runs out in about three hours and I’ve left Cyclops and Wolverine fighting over her. How’s my daughter doing?" There was a clear note of concern in the Rumanian mutant’s voice.
Emma scanned the screens as she cast her eye about for her silk knickers.
"Lets say she’s keeping Colossus occupied for the moment," she replied. "Ah." She bent down and retrieved the sodden garment from where it had fallen, making a wry face as she twisted it in her hands to wring out what moisture she could before gracefully climbing back into her panties.
"If she is harmed…," Raven began to threaten before Emma turned off the sound.
<Don’t be so protective,.> the White Queen replied. <She’s invulnerable, he can’t possibly hurt her any worse than he hurt you..>
"I wouldn’t count on that," said Jason dryly, "sit down and watch him in action."
Rogue
The suddenness and savagery of Colossus’ attack had caught Rogue by surprise and she flew backwards trying desperately to reverse her flight. She did enough so that the next wall she hit stopped her when she slammed into it rather than broke under the impact and, slightly dazed, she picked herself up and flew back towards Ilyana’s room where she feared for Raven’s safety. To her relief she saw Colossus striding after her, his armoured form shining in the half light of the mansion’s emergency illuminations, and she turned immediately to attack adding her velocity to her strength slamming into the Russian mutant at some sixty miles per hour. The sound of their impact echoed through the building and Peter rocked backwards on his feet but to Rogue’s amazement did not fall, instead she recoiled as if she had flown head long into a mountainside. Instantly she renewed her assault smashing her right fist into his jaw, following up with her left into his stomach and still he did not fall.
"What does it take Peter?" she shouted as she linked her hands together forming a double fist and putting all her strength into another blow.
"More than you have my friend," the Russian replied, catching her blow in one steel hand with an agility that surprised her and smashing his other hand into her belly with a force that took the wind from her and slammed her against the ceiling, dazing her sufficiently that she dropped limp to the floor.
Rogue rose swiftly from her prone position but before she could renew her assault on Colossus he grabbed hold of her arm and slammed her against the walls of the corridor with such force she wondered for a moment if her arm was going to come off. ‘Good thing ah’m invulnerable.,’ she thought, wondering just how true that was, and lashing out with a sharp kick to her assailant’s groin which rang off him with a loud CLANG! ‘Just how tough is this giiiiiiiiiiiiieeeee?!’ The blow didn’t even slow him down and Rogue bounced off the right hand wall again before Peter’s other hand grabbed hold of her collar and tore the armoured fabric away from her as if it were linen. Her marvellous breasts sprang free and Colossus immediately reached out his hand for them. It was not fear for herself that spurred Rogue to action but fear of what her power would do to a man who she still counted as a friend; she slapped his arm aside and smashed her forehead against the bridge of his nose. Her irresistible force met the immovable object of Colossus’ armoured form with predictable results, both mutants were staggered and Rogue at last broke free of his grip. Realising she was outclassed by the Russian’s strength she turned to flee only to be brought short as his hand closed around her ankle and pulled her back towards him allowing his other hand to grab her hair. Colossus dropped to one knee slamming the small of Rogue’s back down against it in a bone breaking attack which stunned her, then he released his grip on her leg and swung her by the hair like a flail, beating her slender body against the walls; the decorative oak panelling broke but the reinforced concrete beneath survived, just. All but unconscious Rogue hung limply by the hair till Colossus draped her over his raised knee, holding her in position with a hand at her neck, and slammed his metal palm down against her leather clad ass.
SPANNGGGG! His hand vibrated at the impact, ringing like a gong as the organic steel of his skin struck the hard and invulnerable backside of the southern mutant. The blow brought Rogue back to her senses. "Owwwww!" she cried in protest.
SPANG! CLANGG!! CLANG! WHUNG! More blows hammered down creating a sound like a steel band. "Aaagghh!" Rogue shouted. "Aagh! That really hurts!" Colossus was somewhat surprised that her words did not sound much like a complaint. "C’mon you commie!" she goaded, "show me what you’ve got!"
He continued to beat her ass, the discordant chimes echoing through the hallway as his hand rose and fell, rose and fell; each blow had enough strength to crush a house, let alone a person but Rogue’s cries of pain were edged with excitement, not fear. Irritated by her lack of contrition the Russian paused and pulled at her damaged costume; designed to resist destruction by fire, blade, bullet or alien weaponry it withstood him for a few moments but finally tore and he revealed Rogue’s apparently delicate ass. The cheeks were slightly reddened by his assault, something which had not occurred since she gained her invulnerability.
"Now let’s see how much you like it! You traitor! Whose side are you on?" He raised his hand and Rogue looked up over her shoulder, eager for the blow to fall but fearful for Colossus and also feeling a sense of trepidation at the likely impact of his enormous strength on her now unprotected backside.
"No! Petey! Don’t!"
"Too late for that!" The hand swept down with all the strength that could bench press in excess of seventy tons. CLANGGGGGGG!!!!! Rogue was rocked by the blow, her pelvis driven down against the unyielding steel of Colossus’ thigh and she yelled in pain, her buttocks wobbled and distorted under the impact.
"I’m sorry Pete," she said, "I’m sorry!"
SPANGGGGG!!
"For what?" the Russian asked. "It is I that am beating you."
WHANGGGGG! CLANGGGG! His hand continued to rise and fall, hammering against Rogue’s defenceless ass, punishing the smaller mutant for her decision to aid his sister’s rapist, spanking her – if such a meeting of two invulnerable anatomies can be correctly described so. The corridor echoed with the sounds as if it were a giant machine shop and the woman’s increasingly piercing cries of pain were drowned out by the ringing of Colossus’ metallic body as it impacted on her.
"Wait!" Rogue shouted, inaudibly, "wait. Y’all can touch me! You’re still conscious! OWWW! Aaaggggh!!! STOPPP! OWWW!" Unable to hear her, and not likely to listen even if he could, Colossus continued to smack his team mate until she suddenly twisted out of his grasp. Agilely she kicked his forward foot out from under him and he fell forwards in a painful splits. Lifting up his armoured body she dashed him against the floor and before he could regain his balance she was upon him, kneeling astride his waist, pinning his wrists to the floor and staring into his face. Colossus wriggled beneath her but she had leverage he did not and lust gave her strength.
"Petey boy," she whispered, aggressively, "all these months an’ ah didn’t realise that ah can’t absorb your powers through your metal skin." She leaned her haunches back, finding his metal cock still erect from his unfinished rape of Mystique and pressing her pussy against it. "Ah am so about to get laid, and y’all are so about to get fucked!"
Cyclops
"Scott! Scott!" The original leader of the X-Men’s vision swam before him as he heard his name called. The incredible, devastating, uncontrollable stimulation of his every sense that Phoenix had initiated was fading as her naked form fell aside, quivering, and he tried to focus on the speaker.
"Mmm….Moira….what…?" He recognised her as the Scottish housekeeper, though as his vision cleared he saw that she was virtually naked and appeared to have been assaulted in some way.
"Don’t try te talk Scott, ye’ve had a hard time," the attractive older women replied as she lowered her mouth to his still rampantly erect cock. Her lips closed around its tip, her tongue circling it, teasing its eye and Cyclops sighed at the tender caress, so different from the violence of the embrace of the Phoenix.
"But…what…Jean…ohhhhhhhhh, ohhh Moiraaaaaa." A momentary pang of guilt struck him, and fear at what the Phoenix would do if she woke to find him accepting what the Scotswoman offered, but beside them her nude body continued to writhe in the grip of some sort of seizure.
"I don’t know who you are babe, but you ain’t Moira McTaggart." The harsh, gravely voice instantly recognisable as Wolverine’s interrupted and Moira’s head was yanked roughly from its task. The hirsute mutant stood there, naked as the other three, holding the woman in a painful grip on her dark hair. She grimaced in pain, her eyes pleading with Scott that he help her and as he rose she twisted slightly in Wolverine’s grasp and unleashed a fierce backwards kick which caught the Canadian mutant on his chin. She pulled her sweat-slicked hair free of his grasp and dived for the exit as Cyclops put his hand on his team mate’s elbow.
"Logan…," he began, but the feral mutant slapped his hand aside, flexing his adamantium claws.
"What the hell are you doing one-eye?" he yelled. "She’s the key to whatever is going on here, and you’re helping her escape?" Part of Cyclops, the part which had led the X-Men, wanted to listen, to solve the problem that faced them. Another part, the part which had always despised Wolverine, seen him as a rival to be defeated, feared him, saw only an upraised claw. That part was fuelled and stoked by the Impulse field, inflamed by the way the Phoenix force had used him, body and soul, and fanned into action by his still unsatisfied hard-on. It was that part which answered.
VVVVAMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!
Touching a hand to his temple Cyclops unleashed a portion of the power held behind his eyes and the ruby coloured concussive force smashed into Wolverine. Were it not for his adamantium skull his head would almost certainly have been torn clean off, instead he was knocked from his feet and slammed, barely conscious, against the wall of what was left of Professor X’s office.
"You fucking runt!" yelled Cyclops as he leapt after Wolverine. "I’m sick of you!" He drove a powerful kick at the smaller man’s groin then leant down grabbing fistfuls of his chest hair. "I’m sick of your psycho-killer routine! Your ‘don’t push me’ bullshit!" No weakling, despite Wolverine’s metal enhanced skeleton Cyclops was able to lift him to his feet and thrust him back against the wall. Logan groaned in pain as handfuls of his hair were torn out by Scott’s violence and still shaken by the optic blast was unable to prevent himself being spun around and his face, already battered and not yet healed, slammed into the reinforced concrete of the wall. Cyclops followed up with swift, precise blows into Logan’s kidneys. "Feel that? You’re not the only one who can be pushed too far!"
Grabbing the Canadian’s hair with one hand Cyclops smashed his face into the wall again while continuing to batter him with his fist. "Always making as if you’re a better man than me! Panting after Jean! You fucker! I’ll show you what kind of man I am!" He kicked Wolverine’s legs apart and pressed the length of his rigid cock between the smaller man’s muscular buttocks. "Christ! You’re almost as furry as Nightcrawler!" He rubbed his prick up and down in the cleft, leaning his weight against his team mate to hold him in place and digging his fingers into Wolverine’s ass. Firm didn’t do it justice, Logan’s cheeks were like slabs of concrete and Scott prised them apart to reveal the tight brown ring against which he poised the head of his cock. As Wolverine tried to get purchase on the smooth wall Cyclops jabbed his hips forward and thrust his cock into the narrow orifice. Lubricated by sweat and by Phoenix’ juices he forced his way past his victim’s resistance and penetrated two inches into his asshole.
"Aaaggggh!!!!" Wolverine howled in pain and humiliation and, finally gaining leverage he hurled himself backwards carrying him and his assailant across the office, slamming Cyclops against the far wall with bone-jarring force.
"Uuuuuuuuh!" Cyclops groaned as his body was crushed against the wall by Wolverine’s adamantium enhanced weight.
"AAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!" His cry was drowned out by that of Wolverine who, with his own momentum, impaled the intruding prick right up to the hilt in his back passage. "AAAAGHHH! FUCK! Fuck fuck fuck! Aggghhh! That hurts!" He stumbled forward, trying to reach behind him to push Cyclops off but the taller man encircled his waist with his arms and jabbed his hips forwards again lifting Wolverine painfully upwards. Unable to support his weight Cyclops fell forwards and the two mutants crashed to the floor, Scott on top once again using momentum to stab deep into Logan’s ring piece. Wolverine flailed about with his arms and by good fortune managed to catch his attacker’s head with an elbow. Unfortunately for him it knocked the ruby quartz visor askew and suddenly another beam of pure concussive force slammed into him right between the shoulder blades. Wolverine was smashed into the floor while the counter action drove Cyclops upwards, forcing him out of Wolverine’s ass.
Though not as agile as Nightcrawler or the Beast, ten years of costumed adventuring had given Cyclops a fair degree of acrobatic skill and he landed lightly, leaping back towards the stunned mutant before he could recover.
"Aaaaaaaah!" yelled Wolverine as he was penetrated again, Cyclops’ rigid cock spearing his ass. Pressing Logan’s neck against the floor with one hand to hold him in place he wrapped the other around his waist and took hold of his thick and still greatly engorged cock with the other. Pulling back his hips Cyclops withdrew his prick before slamming forwards again, sending a jolt up Wolverine’s unbreakable spine. Unable to gain leverage and only marginally stronger than Scott despite his enhancements Logan was unable to break free as he was reamed; Cyclops’ prick, almost as hard as adamantium itself, pistoning into his back passage. "Fuck you Summers!" cursed Wolverine.
While he raped his team mate Scott played with his cock; as he forced his way past the resistance Wolverine’s muscles and healing factor put up he squeezed it, then slowly released the pressure as he withdrew, allowing the action of Logan’s rectum to push him outwards. "Oh God," muttered Logan as he realised his prick was thickening under Scott’s less-than-tender caresses.
"Ha!" cried Cyclops as he continued to impale the smaller man. "I knew it!" Slam! "You love it you queer!" Slam! "You’ve wanted me…" Slam! "…since you walked in here," Slam! "making those eyes at Jean," Slam! "pushing me," Slam! "goading me." Slam! "You just love the cock!" Slam! Slam!
"Oh God! Uh! Uh!" Despite himself, despite the loathing he had for his rival and his raw humiliation at being overcome and used in this way Wolverine began to move under his team mate. As Scott drove into him he pushed himself backwards onto the rigid spike of flesh that was impaling him, pulling forwards as he withdrew and as the pressure on his own cock was released. "Oh you fucking bastard! Uh! Fuck you you shirt lifter! Uuuh!"
The groans of the two powerful mutants competed with the sound of their bodies meeting, anger driving them together with extreme violence, Cyclops hips slamming against Wolverine’s ass with ever increasing force until it seemed as if he would force him through the floor. Suddenly, after ramming himself full length into Wolverine, meeting the shorter mutant’s backwards thrust full tilt, he fell still, Logan’s beer can sized cock clenched in a death-like grip. Wolverine’s breath hissed from between his teeth as Cyclops’ cock spasmed deep within him; as his optic blasts had done a few short minutes before his blast of spunk forced him back out through Logan’s ring trailing slime and spurting jet after jet of sperm. He squeezed his fist tighter still around Wolverine’s prick, then released it and the Canadian bellowed out a roar of triumph and defeat as a flood of jizz was ejaculated in one huge gobbet.
Mastermind
"That’s disgusting!" Jason stared at the screen appalled but unable to look away as Wolverine was violently buggered by Cyclops. "They’re nothing but a couple of poofs." His face scrunched up with horror. "Disgusting," he repeated.
"Oh don’t be such a prude," chided Emma. "It doesn’t bother you when I fuck Impulse, what’s the difference?" As if to demonstrate her point she stood and encircled one of the bound mutant’s nipples in her lips while lightly stroking her engorged clitoris with her gloved fingers. The younger woman’s body was sheathed in sweat, she jerked from side to side as if in the grip of some nightmare and her eyelids fluttered.
"It’s just different, okay?" Emma smiled at him and he half stood, raising his hand. "Okay?!"
"Okay Jason," she acquiesced, "it just is. Still, we can now call this a complete success. Colossus raping our beloved ally, Cyclops not only sodomising a friend but batting for the other team, I think we can probably wrap this up and go home." Mystique interrupted her over the comm link.
"You call what that animal did to me a success?"
"Well actually," replied the White Queen, "yes."
"I’ll see you later ice maiden," the shapeshifter responded threateningly.
"Mmmm, catfight," smiled Mastermind. "As long as I can watch. But we’re not leaving yet, I want to see the rest of the fun."