Part 3 and a phone call

"So Nick, what was this about Black Cat and Spiderman photoshoot?" An inquisitive Felicia asked as she lay down and stretched out on her bed, the bed she had been sharing with Flash.

"Yeah, I was thinking it would make fantastic content to get your fanbases into you both on social media." Nick said as he picked up a black baby-doll and lifted it up to inspect it. "No masks though. Don't want people thinking you two are anything but supermodels who happen to do some cos-play."

"I never said I would be your model, and not in that suit." Felicia grumbled.

Nick continued to go through Felicia's fetishy clothes, only raising an eyebrow at all the cat adorned shirts. How did everyone miss this woman was the Black Cat? I guess cat lovers weren't that strange though.

"Felicia, you would be a great model, you know. Plus, think about what we talked about this morning. Nick will be making good money as my agent, and I will be making millions. Isn't the main reason you take the risks you do because you need the money. Why not sign with Nick and let him find you work? If we are lucky we could find some shoots together and then play at night." MJ pleaded with her BFeF (Best Frenemy Forever).

"MJ's not wrong." Nick said as he raised a pair of silk panties by his index finger and just pointed at the obvious dried wet spot, "The other option is for you to join as my new agencies second agent and my VP. Or all three."

"I'm not sure. I don't have the body MJ does..."

Nick cut in, "No, you don't. But it's not a lick worse. Honestly, it might have mattered ten, fifteen years ago. These days you have two advantages. One, a girl as gorgeous as you can be rich just promoting things on social media, maybe not MJ rich but probably not far behind. Two, companies are looking for some diversity in body type and while MJ is on the supermodel skinny side. You could easily be on the fitness model side."

"Can you..."

"No, well, yes, but not today. Today you are going to dress like Black Cat and pose for me with MJ. We will start new socials for you and cross tag the two of you. You will blow up in hours. Give me a week of daily shoots and see how you like letting me shoot you. See how you like modelling. See if you get offers and we can discuss in a week. See if you like being fucked after." Nick said with a devious glint in his eyes. "I know I will enjoy it."

"Fine, I did agree to be your **** today. One week Nick." Felicia said with a sigh as she reached to unscrew a vent and retrieve her costume.

Matt Murdoch folded his white cane and sat heavily in the metal chair, hearing the sound of metal grind into the cement floor of the jail's visiting room. He could smell the sweat across the room, the pungent odor of a terrified man mixed with the saltiness of tears. The heart pounding, the man sat and drummed at the metal table which was bolted into the floor.

"Mr. Parker, Peter. You called me in and to be honest, you are in some trouble. However, it shouldn't be that bad. You are likely looking at simple **** charges. Those carry a fine and probation. The one sticking point is the cops are deciding whether this was a hate crime, or not." Matt said with a tinge of anger and sadness. He was friends with Peter and hadn't thought him capable of acting this way to a disadvantaged group of people. A group Matt was a part of, in a way.

"Matt, this wasn't a hate crime. Craig's isn't gay. I never thought he was. I hit him because he was saying his uncle was fucking MJ." Peter retorted like a petulant child.

Matt listened to Peter's heart beat erratically when he said MJ was fucking the victim's uncle. So Peter was likely telling the truth, and was likely a cuckold. "I see, Pete I believe you and the question is this. Do you want to out yourself as a cuckold?"

Peter's head bowed down in shame, his heart pace bursting as Matt heard small drops of water hit the concrete. "It has happened. I can't stop, or change it. I fucked up. The only question is if I divorce her, or live with it."

Matt pondered that statement as his own penis twitched at the thought of fucking the delectable Mary Jane Watson. He may not be able to see but he could hear the way men turned to face her when she walked in a room. The way men caught their breath's, their heart rates increasing to a dull roar, the way the blood rushed to every single man's penis. He grinned internally at how he could tell who was gay in a room in a split second once MJ entered. Lesbian's had similar reactions to men and gay men had similar reactions to completely straight women. Oddly though, neither group of gay men, nor straight women, were exactly immune to her charms judging from the muted responses they usually had. A woman hot enough to make a gay man have second thoughts and a straight woman consider the possibilities got even his cock hard.

Then there was the smell, when MJ was turned on, her cunt smelled delicious. Even her sweat was a turn on. She just exuded sex, literally. Her voice also was hypnotic. Matt wondered how her moans of pleasure sounded. Out of respect for Peter he hadn't listened in on private time, but now, now he had zero guilt in doing so.

"If I can talk to the victim, I might be able to get any thoughts of a hate crime taken away. How agreeable will Craig be?" Matt said as he drew himself back to the moment and let his thoughts of MJ subside.

Peter paused, frowning through his tears, "Not very helpful, he set me up and tried to take advantage of me while I was breaking apart. Then he taunted me with what I had seen, but if he wasn't lying his uncle might help me. He is fucking MJ now, and hated me in the past, but I sensed he pitied me now."

"I will talk to him, no them. Maybe I will take a shot at MJ also. See if she is open to coming," Matt paused as he imagined MJ writhing beneath him as he used his extra sensitive hearing and touch to make her scream aloud. "Ahem, to help."

Peter just started crying more at MJ's name, completely missing his lawyer and friend's slip up. "Thanks, Matt."

"No problem Pete. I will take my time with MJ but you will be in jail at least through the weekend. Keep your mouth closed and keep to yourself." Matt said as he stood and unfolded his white cane.

"Luckily the police just installed cameras a few months ago and they could see the fight in the cell was instigated by the other guys, or you would be in trouble. You probably didn't know this but all three of those men were gay, and they work for Wilson Fisk." Matt said as he opened the door and left.

Peter started at that, his fists clenching at his rivals name. Hatred boiling over to the large man who was partially responsible for ruining his life by keeping Spiderman so busy recently.

"Damn," Nick grunted as he waited for Felicia to get changed. He pondered whether to take the call, or not. "Fuck it."

"What do you want Craig? I told you to set up and wait. We will get there when we get there." Nick started to berate his nephew.

"Uncle, wait. Peter's lawyer just called, he wants a conference call with the three of us. I have him on hold right now." Begged the bewildered young man, "I don't want to get in any trouble."

Nick sat on the bed in Felicia's room, thinking. His fat ass dripping beads of sweat on Felicia's bras and underwear as his shorts lay on the ground, under MJ's knees. Her slurping sounds, loud but not loud enough to be heard by Craig through the phone.

Nick gripped MJ's hair and shoved her down until she was gagging on his cock, loud enough for Craig to hear and chuckle.

"Fine, let's do this. Give me ten seconds, I need to prep something." With a flick of his finger Nick turned the phone to speaker, while using both of his hands to plunge MJ's mouth up and down his large shaft. He loved this, the power of having one of the most beautiful woman on the planet stretching her lips to the breaking point, gagging as his cock ripped in and out of her throat. "Felicia, I'm going to be on speaker with Peter's lawyer, when you are dressed crawl on in here and lick my asshole. I want to enjoy this call."

"Yes, sir."

Click, click.

"Alright, Mr. Murdoch you are on the phone with my uncle and I." Craig's whiny voice came over the speaker causing MJ's brows the wrinkle, once again having the mirage broken. If not for his giant phallus and copious amounts of cum, she would have wondered if he had even gone through puberty.

"Mr. umm, sorry I don't have your last name."

"Ugh, Katzenberg. Nick is fine though, and you are?" Nick grunted as MJ began to purposefully constrict her throat by swallowing before relaxing it again, massaging his cockhead as it lay deep in her throat, stretching it wide.

"Mr. Murdoch, Peter Parker's lawyer."

"Yes, I've heard of you. The lawyer who Peter lied about and said reviewed MJ's modelling contract." Nick grunted as he let MJ work her magic on his cock. His hands going to encircle her throat, feeling where how deep his cock was in her as she swallowed and hummed.

"I can assure you I had no part in that fiasco. I am calling because Mr. Parker was hoping your nephew Craig Katzenberg could talk to the police and corroborate that Mr. Parker did not strike him because he thought Craig was gay."

"That is a bit unusual, isn't this tampering, or something." Nick said as he tried his best to focus as MJ's added in a small bobbing motion. Covering the speaker with his hand Nick admonished the ravenous beauty, "Damn Red slow down."

"No, I am not asking Craig to lie. I am under the impression Peter hit Craig because Craig said MJ Watson was having intercourse with you." A haggard voice came over the line.

Nick frowned as he heard Matt Murdoch's breathing speed up. He wondered if that comment to MJ had gone through. With an inner shrug, Nick began to slowly apply pressure to MJ's neck, feeling his own hand putting pressure on his cock through her throat. It was outstanding and he moaned in response.

"YES, I was fucking MJ at the time. I can't comment to Peter's state of mind, but I think Craig might be willing to come forward and make a statement which is truthful and could help Peter, but it will require three things from the man. First, he needs to either divorce MJ with no claim to her future earnings, or sign a very specific post-nuptial to similar effect. Second, he needs to agree to be my **** on a photo shoot for me, it can be titled assistant but he won't like if he breaches the contract. Third, he needs to not interfere in MJ and my love."

"I can bring your proposal to my client. Off the record, you are a lucky man Mr. Katzenberg. I would love to get a shot at pounding Mrs. Parker, I would pay a lot of money for that, lots of men would."

"That we can agree on, I am lucky to be able to fuck this whore whenever I want and others would have to pay a lot for it. I can send you an autograph from her if you want." Nick gloated before hanging up but not before pulling the blue faced MJ from his cock and letting her gasping sounds ring through the airwaves.

"God damn that was hot. He was throat fucking her while on the phone with me." Matt mumbled to himself before unzipping his trousers and shouting, "Karen get in here now."

"What can I do for you Mr. Murdoch?" Karen said with glazed eyes as she stared at the fist gripping a firm steel hard cock.

"What does it look like slut, get over here and earn your pay!" Ordered the blind superhero as he released his now hard cock and let it flop down from his zipper pointing straight at the drooling woman.

"But, Foggy is next door." Karen stammered as she lifted her tight white shirt over her head.

"So? Want him to fuck your ass while you blow me?" Matt said as he listened intently to the woman's breathing.

"Yes!" Karen whimpered as she dropped to her knees and started a long slow crawl across the carpeted floor to her favorite pacifier

"Hey, Foggy. Karen wants your fatass to get your tiny dicklet in her ass. You know you are the only one small enough. I would break her. Last time she bled for days when I reamed her. Just get over here you fat fuck." Matt shouted to his hard working pig of a partner.

The fat lawyer practically flew through the door at the opportunity. A wide doopy grin plastered his face as he pulled his small writing utensil from his pants and dropped to his knees behind the office secretary. His tongue darting into her anus to lube it up as Matt expertly controlled her head as he lounged in leather chair.

Picking up his white cane, he rained three solid blows down on his partners fat ass. "You are one sick ass fucker Foggy. Having your crush my personal blow doll. But eat that ass, it just makes her throat tighter. Shame you will only get her shit hole. Right where you belong, shit re-entering it's hole. Maybe I should pimp this slut out, what do you say. 2...dollars a fuck? Not for you though fat man, you have to pay just to watch."

Foggy Nelsons eyes glazed over as he heard his friend and Master mention seeing Karen being fucked. He could picture a large black man, maybe Luke Cage, power fucking her. He shot his first load onto the carpeted floor.

"Mother fucker, this is why you have to always wear a condom Mr. quick shot. Go get something to clean that. Looks like no ass fucking for you today." Matt sneered as he hit the scurrying Foggy with his cane again as he skull fucked Karen. "Sorry slut, unless you want to bleed no ass fucking today, you pig. Or you can beg me."

Matt pulled Karen from his cock as his dead eyes stared down into her. She knew he was blind but swore he could see her soul when he looked at her like that. "Fuck me boss."

"Where slut? Your whore pussy, or your tight ass? Tell me, now." Matt said as he probed the two holes with his cane.

Karen whimpered as Matt lightly tapped on her pussy, then clit, then asshole randomly.

"Boss, I want it in my ass." Karen finally decided.

"Ohh, but you begged me last time not to fuck you there again. Why do you want me to do it now?" Matt said continuing to tap on her exposed asshole.

Karen's whimpers had turned to moans as Matt heard Foggy crawl back in and begin to clean the floor.
"Tell me slut, tell me you are a cock sucker." Matt said as he heard Foggy freeze in mid wipe. Matt was laughing internally at the sounds the fat man was making. There was a low groaning sound of a man at the height of pleasure followed by a soft sigh of a man resigned to his fate. In the end there was a shiver of sadness.

Foggy listened to his friend, his partner, **** both him and love of his life and could do nothing but watch. He wanted to rush over and save her, but did she need saving? Would she appreciate it? Could he even fend off the blind man?

"I'm a cock sucker boss." Karen giggled as she licked at Daredevil's stiff cock.

Tears dripped from Foggy's eyes as he kneeled behind his love as she looked up into the blind man's eyes and begged to be ass fucked. He had hoped that hole would remain his a bit longer. The soft warmth, the cooing she made when he entered her was fresh on his mind, but he knew it was a lie. A lie he told himself.

"My personal vacuum." Matt repeated his daily phrase. Her daily affirmation responded.

"Your personal vacuum boss."

Foggy groaned at the sound, his eyes focused on the small amount of semen he was still wiping up.

Wanting to look at his love but fearing the sight of her glistening pussy. Wet from anticipation of Matt
abusing and stretching her backdoor.

"Are you an ass slut also?"

Foggy heard the new question and something began to break inside. The sole redeeming factor of this arrangement was the fact Matt only claimed her ass virginity and never entered that dark hole again. He let Foggy take that duty, when he managed not to cum before entering, which was less than five times.

"Yes, I'm an ass slut."

"Why anyone would want to date this piggy, is beyond me. What would mommy and daddy say if they could see you now? One piggy in love with another."

"I don't know boss."

"You really want me to ass fuck you? What would you do to make that happen?"

"I, I will do anything you want?"

"Tell me you love my cock."

"I love your cock."

"Say it louder you stupid pig, let your most ardent admirer hear you clearly! If you want my cock, you will say it loud enough for the neighbors to hear."

Karen shouted at the top of her lungs, "I will do anything you want if you will fuck me!"

Matt groaned in reply "I always knew you were a complete whore. Come lick my ass you stupid piggy!"

Foggy whimpered as his loves voice echoed in the hallways, shame painted his face as his small penis hardened. He hated that Karen's submission to Matt turned him on, and yet it did. He bristled as his friend treated her worse and worse, yet he knew it was his fault. He had tried his best to break the two apart, causing them to be at each others' throats until Matt had raged and broken the poor woman as he listened from the neighboring office. Listened as Matt slapped and then **** her into submission for hours, culminating in Karen promising to be a good **** for her boss. And she had been ever since.
After a minute or two, Foggy heard Matt say, "That's a good worthless whore. Stick your whore tongue up my asshole as possible, lick my asshole."

Foggy couldn't bear to look up as he heard Karen begin to lick at Matt's ass.

"You can leave now Foggy. Your worthless penis won't be needed again." Foggy stood and head down walked to the door, only turning back when the door was about to close. Foggy saw Matt's condescending smirk at him as the door clicked shut in his face.

Foggy sat at his desk and pretended to do some work as his ears strained to listen to the two. He didn't need to both straining his ears as they were clear as day.

Matt was loud when he said, "That's it, slut. Put that tongue way up my asshole now. Show your boss you will do anything to get my cock in your ass."

Next, Foggy could hear Matt say, "Enough whore, it's clean enough, unlike you. I want to fuck your ass. Head down, ass up like the bitch you are. That's it, bend over and tell me you want a big cock in your tiny ass. Tell me you want me to stretch it until it bleeds."

"Please boss, I want your thick cock in my bitchy ass." Karen mewed loudly and Foggy could hear the air knocked out of her lungs as he assumed Matt had buried his bone deep in her ass. Idly he wondered if Matt had lubed it more, or just used the lube he had provided.

Foggy could hear Karen as she started to moan and thrash under Matt's ruthless ass fucking. He could hear the cane come down occasionally on her skin. Foggy could picture how Matt was doing it, he likely folded the cane. God Karen would be sore after this. He felt his small, less than average penis rise as he heard Karen's throes of passion, Matt's verbal and physical domination. He hated it and he loved it. The sound of Karen orgasmic was something he never heard so loudly, so passionately, so real without Matt and his bigger than average cock, his destruction of the two coworkers.

Then, Foggy heard hushed voices before Karen screamed, "I am a bitchy whore who loves being taught her place by having a nice thick cock in my ass. Only nice thick cock from now on."

Foggy was straining in his pants by the nasty screams Karen was making, it was exciting hearing the taboo sex going on in the office adjacent. Foggy cried as he listened to the sounds of his love, the woman he wanted to marry being demeaned and fucked in the ass, and he also felt his balls boiling as his pants started to turn a darker shade.

Next he heard Matt say, "Tell me you want me to go ass to mouth, whore. Tell me that's all your mouth is good for!"

Foggy sobbed louder, almost drowning out the response, dismayed his cock had just ejaculated into his boxers. Why was this nightmare happening to him, was his only though as he heard Karen respond, "Pease stick your shit stained cock in my bitchy mouth! I will clean it off for you, boss. It's all I'm good for anyway."

Foggy couldn't hear them for a few minutes and prayed it was over, that Matt had shot his load. However, the dream didn't last long as he heard Matt say, "Tell me how your nasty ass tastes on your bosses cock, you worthless whore."

Foggy then heard something that crushed him even further, Karen giggled. He saw black and missed her saying something, he was devastated.

He tried to calm himself and almost exploded again when heard Matt talking.

"...to the base of my cock, Karen," Matt ordered.

Then the asshole partner, that's who he was to Foggy now, said to Karen, "Tell me when you hit your chin to my balls that is where you belong, with my ass juice covered cock down your throat, so you can't say bitchy things to the world anymore."

Foggy then heard Karen garble something. He could picture her nose pressed into Matt's abs, his pubic hair tickling her chin as her lips stretched wide around his fat cock, her throat gulping as her eyes watered, her throat vibrating as she tried to talk and say what she was ordered. He knew that was what was happening and he loved and hated it. The ball of steel in his stomach fighting with the churning ache in his groin.

Matt said cruelly, "Tell me you hate Foggy for being a wimp and love me. Tell me, whore."

"I can't Matt," Karen said in a whimper. Foggy cheered inside as he heard is love defend him.

"Do I need to find another whore to replace you and say what I want? Maybe Candace, she was always willing."

Foggy then heard the familiar tapping of Matt's stick on the ground and the turn of the office door before coolly saying, "Last chance, whore."

Then, Foggy heard it, the thing that finally demolished him, "Matt, I love you and I hate the wimpy Foggy."

Foggy felt his heart explode, literally and figuratively as he reached for his phone and called 9-1-1 and whispered his request for an ambulance as he heard Matt shout, "About time whore. Crawl over here and lick my toes and tell me that again."

As he faded Foggy heard his love, Karen repeat over and over, "I love you boss, I love you Matt. Fuck that fatty Foggy. That wimp. That cuck. Please, I beg you, FUCK ME!"

With that Matt stated, "Ass up, face down again whore, I want to you use you like the bitch whore you are as you tell me again!"

The last sound he heard was, "I love you." followed by a scream of pleasure as he knew Matt had entered Karen's core again. His last thought was that he was glad she was happy and how his pants were too warm suddenly, too wet.

Matt pounded away at his bitch, knowing he had likely broken his partner, and glad for it. The weasel had instigated all of Karen's tantrum's for months, maybe longer, trying his best to break them up. And succeeding. The bitch had moved away and nearly become a heroin addicted whore before Daredevil had saved her and returned her to their law practice. That night Matt had taken her ass as repayment in front of the crying Foggy as Karen lay ****. This time she was awake, and apparently Foggy was not judging from the erratic heart beat, he may never wake up. Still Matt didn't stop, Foggy had done his best to break Matt's heart, so breaking Foggy's now seemed like just punishment.

The following fight between the two had turned more violent than Matt preferred but Karen had loved it. Bitch got off on being abused, and so Matt was happy to adjust. After he found out Foggy was responsible, he wanted **** and he was getting it.

He smiled as he spat in Karen's face, hearing the sirens approaching, and thinking nothing of it. This was Hell's Kitchen, sirens were the norm here.

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