Heroes prevail...at any cost!

<<<The mighty Samson is a bisexual character. So, you can expect M/M and M/F sexual scene. Feel free to add your own threads if you please. >>>

Pain...Pain...the pain that scorched my boys awoke me finally. Pain was coming along with my consciousness while I recovered it. Pain and suffocation. Slowly, among the pain that went through my battered body, I began to remember what had happened me...and my partner Herakles.

In fact, the massive demigod had **** me....In fact, I had allowed it....In fact, we were mere toys at the hands of that devious woman called Delilah. She was able to reveal our most intimate weakness, using it against us. Our mighty strength was useless....our mighty wills were easily tamed by our own sexual desires.... We were pieces of clay ready to be modeled by her desires...and Delilah desires our complete, absolute humiliation and dead.

Grunting plaintively I pain, I felt I was lying face down on the mattress...my massive, muscular arms and legs seemed wide opened over the bed, as embracing it...my painfully erected cock was flattened between my rippling eight pack and the mattress. Over me, the overwhelming warmness of my fellow demigod, 450 pounds of hard, massive, hyper defined muscles that was crushing my almost powerless 350 pounds of also pure muscle...A huge giant whose huge erected manhood was still into my anus....impaling me as a hot titanium bar...

I try to roll over my side to release out of me that unbearable weight out of me. But, not only the pain that mauled every cell of my mighty musculature avoid it, but also my depleted strength,' just' the strength of a mighty, ordinary bodybuilder as i was, was useless against the mountain of muscle over me.

I heaved and panted and grunted in pain, trying to escape of that trap..my body twisted and twitched slightly but I was only getting to arouse myself with the rubbing of my own cock against the mattress and Herakles´ monstrous cock hitting my anus.

Fortunately...or not those **** movements of me also finally awoke him. During seconds, I could also feel his confusion as his consciousness returned to him...till the reality hit him with the **** of a nuke....

Abruptly, he stood of the bet, releasing me of his cruel impalement and merciless crush. Moans of incredulity and shame was leaving his mouth as his bare feet led him back far of me. Slowly, grunting in agony but ease, I was able to raise my battered body. Naked, sat on the mattress I look at him.

Almost powerless, I had been **** by a demigod, cummed by a demigod....Thanks to my healing ability of my genetically enhanced body, sex with Herakles hadn´t been a deadly experience but a really painful one. Stained with his cum, physcally spend, there was barely anything of the mighty Samson. But the demigod´s soul was obviously broken in pieces.

After all, though unknown by almost everybody, some villains and villainess had been able 'to make a great number' with me...I mean, I had been defeated, humiliated and **** before....I knew that I wasn´t invincible. But the arrogant Herakles had discovered such a fact right here, right now...and **** to commit acts against his own proud nature. I wasn't able to imagine what he was thinking about...a straight man **** to have sex with another man...and enjoy with it. But I could see that on his eyes, looking at me with a mix of disgust and shame on them, laying on a corner of the room.

I also looked at him during a moment. Thought he don´t like him as a person, I suppose that I had had wet dreams with him....but these wet dreams had shattered in pieces when, though it wasn´t his fault, he had **** me hard. We didn´t say a word each other. We know that we had been defeated one more time...we knew that a inglorious fate was waiting for us....the mighty alpha male defeated by a tiny, merciless, busty woman. We didn't feel heroes at all, we didn't´ feel alpha males....we were thinking about ourselves as useless scum.

Grunting, I stood on my feet and, stumbling, I made my way to the bathroom...with my uncomfortable super erection still scorching my aching, bouncing painfully with every step of my bare feet. A shower...I needed a shower...and think about our predicament.

Water...cold, extremely cold water fell over my tanned skin and chiseled muscles as soon as I opened the faucet. I needed to think the way for escaping of that inglorious demise. The water fell as hail against my body...against my extremely erected cock. In seconds my hard, thick manhood was cold as a icicle....but I was still a bone, an extremely painful one...But I was also felt a lack of sexual desire. Too much intense orgasms had reduced my strength to an ordinary muscular human being, but also my libido. If Ii could reduce my lust to zero, perhaps I could do anything against Delilah next time she came to the room. And there was just a way I could get that.

Slowly, with the water freezing my naked, massive body, I took my cock with my left hand and, gently, I began to masturbate. It wasn´t a pleasant feeling as the priapism that scorched my virility was more and more painful. After a few minutes, my hand was still unable to give some pleasure. Closing my eyes, I tried to imagine myself being hand jobbed by any other.

Many of my former lovers came through my mind...Michael, Regina, M-Maiden....Herakles...but soon, with my cock and bollocks aching as hell, I realize that my hand wouldn´t be able to get an ultimate orgasm that blow up my sexual appetite for a while. And worse, the only one capable of get that was in the other room...and he could tear apart my head easily if I made him such a proposal...but we had no options....and it was a **** one.

After closing the faucet, I left the bathroom. My body was cold and clean, leaving trails of water along my way. Herakles´ eyes were roamed all along my naked musculature. In fact, my eyes were making the same...and then, I realized my **** plan could work....I felt barely aroused by the view of my mighty muscular partner.

Without a work, I laid on the bed, opening wide my massive legs, giving him a perfect view of my groins...and my massive cock, aiming proudly to the ceiling. Now, the most difficult part of my idea....

"I....have a...a plot. Trust...trust me!".-I whispered him. His eyes turned in disgust and rage a soon as he heard that. The demigod, the proud, bold Herakles had understood perfectly what I was suggesting him. Somehow, he didn´t tear apart my head or something like that. Perhaps his will was so scorched that he was willing to do anything to end that ordeal, even things against his own nature...or perhaps he saw something on my eyes...a bit of confident on that man that he despised. Never mind.

The bed cracked as his massive body fell on it between my legs. With supreme ****, his huge right hand took my virility. During long seconds , he didn´t move but staring me and my phallus with disgust. I could feel his shame, shivering every cell of him massive muscular body...as a quite similar shivering of arousal, in my case, went through my body. I tried to suffocate theses undesired but logical heaves of bliss from me...though my jerking, erected cock and my tensed abs were told him how aroused I was...

But finally, his mouth opened and began to lick and suck the tip of my aching cock. I think he was too much depressed about being slaved so easily by a small, busty girl that he didn´t mind another humiliation.

Obviously, Herakles wasn´t used to lick cocks or even crotches. His mouth, his lips, his tongue around my virility were clumsy...Somehow, to my own shame and surprise, it was the most exciting, erotic experience on years for me. But I needed to control my orgasm...I needed to store it till the right time...But my deepest wet dream came from the depths of my mind, hitting me hard. The mighty Herakles...the demigod....A Demigod was making me a blow job!

My legs were wide opened...as my arms...my hands grabbed in despair the edges of the matters...my jaw was closed, trying to contain moans of bliss. In a vain attempt of escape of such a pleasant reality, I closed my eyes...On my mind, almost all of my lovers, males and females, were sucking and licking my mighty phallus, changing at every second...

Panting, I opened my eyes...and the reality was as lustful erotic as my remembrances. Herakles lunged against my virile member with all his hyper developed, hyper defined body, huge body, making the bed to tremble...menacing to crack under his momentum. His huge hand were clinging around my shaft as his mouth concealed the tip of it. Then, I made another mistake.

I led my hands to his incredibly swollen, hard shoulders to ease his lunges...As effect of Delilah´s **** and my own lust, as soon as my hands touched his tanned, hard muscles, an overwhelming, unbearable orgasm was build into me. Those shoulders, bigger than mine...more defined than mine...I knew such a fetish on me, but I have never felt it so strong...so overwhelming.

"E...Enough....E...Enough.....".-I told him, heaving and panting, barely able to control my climax, pushing his shoulders back...aroused and aroused at every second with the touch of such a powerful, perfect muscles. After all, I didn't ejaculate into Herakles´ mouth...Even depressed, perhaps he could gather rage enough to tear apart my head...prowess that he could make easily as far as I was as strong as a normal bodybuilder now...

'Fortunately', Delilah came to the rescue.

She was dressed with her jeans and snickers. This time, the villainess, the conqueror of the mighty alpha males didn´t wear he shirt. So, her enormous, tempting orbs of flesh were exposed to our eyes in all their mighty size and firmness. She laughed.-"So, the mighty Samson has shown Herakles his real nature! ha! ha! ha!".-Delilah jeered of him.-" Don´t you like the juice from my cantaloupes anymore?".-She added, jutting her giant juggs to us.

Embarrassed, Herakles slid back out of the bed, staring her ashamed, mesmerized.-"No...I..."-The massive, nude demigod stuttered at her as his eyes fell over his real fetish...her mammoth boobs.

I tied to ignore her, focusing my attention on my partner...imagining one more time his head between my massive legs...my cock into his mouth...I didn´t need more to explode in a orgasm. Laid on the bed I let my cock to cum the matters...a continues stream of my juice that could be the envy of any pornstar...

"Come on, brother! Come to me...and enjoy!". Delilah whispered me sensually. Herakles was already on his knees, cupping her enormous left breasts, licking her stiffened nipple...So, I left the bed, though still my cock was pouring cum between my legs. I was feeling what I was expected...a post coital depression...though the mesmeric desire for Delilah, or better say, the juice that came from Delilah´s breasts, was strong, it seemed eased...for the moment.

"This will finish soon....".-My 'sister' smiled me gently, seductively. I was approaching to her, dragging my bare feet....my legs and my will seemed to fail. I focused my eyes beyond her...beyond her overwhelming, devastating feminine attributes while part of my body was roaring to give up..to kneel in front of her and drink her intoxicating milk one more time...

Well, I don´t know why I am explain this....all of you...well, at least whom lucky of you that saw the 'original' show...But none of you can imagine the effort, the prowess that resist her charms were for me.

"Drink...enjoy...and die...".-Delilah hissed as a viper as I was close to her...I could even taste her milk...the pleasant slurps that came from Herakles´ mouth were deafening, arousal, mesmeric... But, with a sudden, **** rush of adrenaline, I lunged behind her.

She opened her mouth in surprised and, before she could say a word, my left hand covered her mouth while my right arm surrounded her slender neck in a reverse head lock. Delilah struggled fiercely, but she was no rival for the combined strength of we, the alpha males...as we hadn't been rivals for her massive charms.

Though furious, I was able to refrain my deadly embrace over her neck...but, an overwhelming desire of **** was burning on me. In seconds, our torturer, our conqueror, was flaccid, motionless on my arms. "Bitch....".-I whispered her with rage as my hands slid down along her sides and, while my partner kept sucking her nipple, I tore apart her jeans. And, raising her as a feather, I impaled her anus with my extremely erected virility.

I roared in rejoice as he small, voluptuous, **** almost naked body twisted and twitched as she felt 'my power'.-"Tit...tit fuck...her....".-I whispered Herakles as I drag her to the ground...as my hips rammed her faster and faster.

Her small frame and weight were nothing compared with the massive mountain of muscles that fell over us seconds later. Amazed, I saw as Herakles´ huge erected cock bounced between his massive thighs. Then, it disappeared between Delilah´s cyclopean orbs of flesh as his hands, flattening and kneading them, pushed together, squeezing his virility.

A roar of rejoice left his throat as the massive demigod tit fucked Delilah savagely. On his eyes, a grim of **** due to the humiliations he had suffered at her hands...by his defeat at her hands...a defeat that, even now, she could get again if she awoke. And, as you could see, I was feeling the same as my partner....the same motivations while I fucked her anus wildly.

It is supposed that heroes beat the evil forces after epic battles. But, as you could see, Herakles the demigod and the mighty Samson looked like more massive abuser than super heroes.

I didn´t know how many time we **** her, a small woman that seemed a voluptuous rag doll between our giant, muscular bodies....I didn't notice the puncture of the syringe on my shoulder neither. Then, the oblivion.

When I finally woke up and my eyes accustomed to the light, I realized I was on a Project facility. Laying on a bed of a white room, I realized I was completely naked over it. An intravenous drip was attached to my left arm while a pair of huge, incredibly cold, ice packs covered my testicles and penis, which, even through the ice numb, I felt relaxed.

"Where...".-I began to say.-"You are safe now, Mr. Samson...".-A feminine voice spoke.-"Dr Holley???".-I asked. She was, in fact, my doctor on the project.

"Finally you awake. Well...I think that demigods recovers faster than our super humans...We needed two days to clean your body from Delilah´s catalyst.".-Dr Holley added, looking out with the corner of her eyes the bag between my groins. Obviously, she hadn´t forget the 'incident' the first time we met...Well, being covered with cum, even by a handsome massive muscular man like me is not a pleasant experience.

"Where..where is....?".-I asked, though I felt still spent.

"Herakles left this facility a day ago. He was...healed...and furious. Fortunately, he won´t try to tear apart your head or something. You´d better don´t approach to him any more...".-She answered me.-"Fortunately, we worked fast on 'Damage control' this time...."

Damage Control...I knew the meaning of that words. My...our defeat and humiliation should have been hidden. Then, Dr Holley explained me that our ordeal, since the lab had been emitted on streaming all along the world. Every minute...everything.

"...but thanks to that, the Project could find you.".-Dr Holley finished her explanation. I could see on her eyes that she had seen with morbid satisfaction my ordeal at the hands, or the boobs, of Delilah..and more. Despite her British seriousness, she was happy of my defeat.-"Well....One of our Adult Movies producer worked fast and we could replace the original footage through the net with a fake. And the trick has worked!"

"Damned! I owe a favor to someone...again!".-I thought in despair. But, well, at least, my prestige...and Herakles prestige, was safe again.

"So, rest for now, Mr Samson! In a day or so, You will be ready to fight the crime again...or whatever you want...".-Dr Holley said..and left the room.

I wanted to ask her about Delilah...but it should wait. Meanwhile, I tried to rest. But as soon as closed my eyes, I began to dream with Herakles. An idealized Herakles which I made love...an Herakles that heaved in bliss while I rammed his anus gently...while my hands caressed and kneaded every pound of his swollen, hard, defined musculature...as he begged a hand job from me...and I pleased him, feeling his amazing virility on my palm...And, behind us, Delilah laughed....

I woke up, heaving on bliss and howling in fear. My erection had removed the ice pack and my skin was covered in sweat. It was just a nightmare. But, beyond that, I knew that I have got a pair of new arch-enemies. None Herakles nor Delilah would never forget what I had done them! Well...no one said super hero´s live was going to be an easy task, neither for the mighty Samson!!!