A Day in the Life of Mark Williams [pt. VII]

Mark found himself once again within his own body.

He was bone tired with an aches in is chest and arms. He stood nude in the lavishly adorned bathroom, his robe in a pool at his feet.
He also had an absolutely throbbing erection with the stingy sensation at the base of his balls like he had been jerking off had stopped right at the precipice.

Which, of course, was exactly what had happened. As a reward for their efforts in the gym, both Scott and Chall were allowed a little 'alone time' with Mark's cock. It honestly would have been cruel not to. Getting to experience what a real man's equipment felt like between their legs as they worked out with Mark's muscles without getting to really play with the hardware was just downright inhumane.

That said, both of those muscle-bound men had become complete cuckolds who worshipped Mark and had sworn loyalty to him, body and soul.

He expected a bit better from Wolverine, a badass alpha male hero and stud.

With just a notion of interest and Mark felt Wolverine's memories flow into him from Xavier.

He snorted with amusement at the scowling, muttering, and swearing mutant's displeasure as he struggled to lift weights in Mark's unfamiliar and much weaker body. Then he winced as Logan accidentally sat on Mark's balls while sitting down at the bench press.

You'd think the hung guy would be better at handling Mark's package than his shrimpy counterparts, but then again those two had zero experience with having such large organs, so they never forgot that they had them while Wolverine probably thought he was used to packing serious weight between his legs.

Mark hadn't intended on extending the same reward to him, figuring that the dude could suffer a little since Wolverine hated his guts but Okoye had had other ideas.

She'd held the door open to the restroom and told Wolverine to "go inside and sate your curiosity" and Logan had, reluctantly with no intention of doing anything other than enjoying a brief moment of privacy, but then the door had closed behind him.

Logan found himself alone in the opulent bathroom, his surroundings betraying an air of decadence that clashed starkly with his rough-and-tumble disposition. The muted glow of intricate fixtures and the scent of luxury lingered in the air, incongruent with the rugged Wolverine who preferred the scent of the woods and the harsh tang of cigar smoke.

Wolverine grunted, considering the situation with frustration. He was alone with Mark's naked body. He scowled at the reflection of the damned fresh-faced kid who'd somehow managed to conquer Wakanda and the X-men, looking like a skinny white bread rich boy, save for that big ol' swinging dick.

With a growl Logan turned away from the mirror.

Bald bitch had told him he had fifteen minutes to 'sate his curiosity', before Mark took back over, but Wolverine had no intentions of touching the kid's dick. He could still feel the heavy weight of Mark's manhood and those bloated nuts between his legs like ballast. Wolverine was disgusted that his own manhood paled in comparison and he planned to do nothing with Mark's except maybe go take a piss and get the hell back to his body in that stupid jail cell.

Still though....

His eyes kept flicking back to the thing between his legs.

"What a freakin' cock." he grumbled under his breath, "The size of a goddamn horse."

The thing's thicker than a beer can, hangin' there heavy. Bulges out 'cause of those damn weights behind it. He could feel the weight of the hefty testicles jostling around between his legs. Actually felt kinda good, having an XL set swinging around down there.

Logan grunted.

"Fuckin' pathetic. This damn shit has turned me into a pervert." He grumbled angrily, even as his eyes locked onto the thing between his legs like he was drawn to it. "Red or some other telepath's gotta be messin with my head."
Mark grinned as the dude's internal conflict unfolded before his psychic eye. Okoye had instructed Wolverine to 'sate his curiosity'. The dude had scoffed and told himself he had no intentions of touching Mark's cock.

But now Wolverine's own arousal betrayed him as Mark's cock reacted to his growing lust, thickening and rising under Logan's internal debate, bobbing higher until it stuck straight out like a flagpole, the hefty testicles swaying heavily in their suspended position. Mark felt the man's growing excitement as the mutant experienced firsthand the sheer sexual presence of the huge engorged cock and the intense sensations it conveyed to the brain.

Its impressive size and girth steadily increased in stature, causing the foreskin to peel back and reveal the large, glistening head of Mark's cock.
Like a damned shark's head or something, Logan mused to himself. The crown of Mark's cock protruded aggressively, seeming to glare back at Wolverine with a fierce sexual energy, challenging him to make a move.

Logan could feel the engorged length throbbing and pulsing like a beating heart. The bulbous meat was thick and engorged, a hot, burning rod of steel. Mark could feel the mutant struggling internally as Wolverine fought his own animal urges while being exposed to the sheer power and virility of Mark's masculine equipment.
Wolverine seemed utterly drawn to that swinging meat, like a dog salivating before a steak, despite his attempts to resist.

Fuck it.

Wolverine growled, "Just gonna jerk the fucker off and get it outta my system.”

He watched as Wolverine took the engorged rod into his grasp, marveling at the sensation of weight and heft in his hand and the overwhelming stimulation conveyed by the engorged glans. The mutant growled at the powerful erotic sensations as Mark's cock reacted to his grip, responding aggressively with pulsing throbs that seemed to reverberate through Wolverine's entire nervous system.
Wolverine's hand moved in a firm, milking motion.

Mark chuckled as Wolverine's thoughts betrayed his inner conflict, the man mentally grumbling in frustration even as his hand continued to pump away.

"Damnit, no wonder the kid spends all day plowing pussy!" Logan muttered. "This fucking cock is like having a fuckin' live wire attached to your goddamn crotch!"

Pre-cum started spitting out of the head like another faucet, Logan's hand making obscene squelching noises as he jerked away at the thing. Mark was amused and gratified by Wolverine's growing lust and fascination, the mutant becoming completely entranced by Mark's formidable masculine equipment.

"This kid's gonna blow a fuckin' gallon of nut all over the place!" Wolverine grunted, his hand rapidly pumping Mark's massive rod, the mutant appearing overwhelmed by the sexual sensations emanating from Mark's enormous cock and hanging, swollen testicles.

He bent forward and gripped the sink counter with one hand before grimly jerking himself off with more intensity. The growing tension in his balls felt like a coiled spring being compressed, and Logan realized that Mark's engorged cock was much more sensitive and more responsive than his own, like an instrument that required more precise handling.

The sensations and pleasure intensified with greater effort.

"Goddamnit kid... Fuck you for putting this between my legs." Wolverine muttered as he continued to masturbate his king's enormous, pulsating penis.

The climax was approaching and his teeth were clenched, his face twisted in a rictus of pleasure/frustration. Wolverine tried to slow down his masturbatory efforts but that just made the urge grow greater.

Wolverine found himself gripping Mark's enormous cock harder and thrusting into his own hand, the sensations so strong Logan couldn't stop jerking. His hand blurred across Mark's cock shaft as the man frantically beat his meat, chasing surely the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced.

"Fuck you, kid." Wolverine grit out.

It felt so good, so incredible, unlike anything Logan had ever felt before in his cock, the pure raw pleasure and sensitivity of Mark's mammoth meat just overwhelming his mind as Logan struggled to contain the sheer orgasmic pressure he could feel building.

Wolverine grunted and swore as he desperately jerked the monstrous rod. His grip was firm around the veiny meat and his hand could barely travel up and down the immense length. His eyes were fixated on the bulbous, mushroomed head of Mark's glans, glistening wet in the bathroom light.

"Fuck me- Gonna fucking blow..."

And just as he was about to reach that climactic moment, his consciousness was abruptly shoved back into his own body as Mark initiated the switch back.

Instead of being about to cum he was instantly and suddenly on the other side in a body already satisfied, his fat member soft and sticky with pussy juice and spit with Jubilee still clinging to his side. He got a front row seat to Beast's cock spewing hot cum in Rogue's mouth, the very clearly fucked by him battered pussy lips peeking out between her thick thighs.

He'd just fucking skipped over his damn cum in both places! That fucker!

"Oh you have got to be fuckin' shittin' me!"

Mark chuckled and slapped his erection, sending it slapping off his thigh with a meaty 'thwap'.

"Down boy, I'm not about to jerk off. That's what Dora sluts are for."

He bent down and grabbed his robe, slipping it on as he thought as he reveled in the debauchery he'd gotten up to in Wolverine's body.

The sex with Rogue had been phenomenal and the delicious thrill of all of them thinking it was actually Wolverine doing the deed had made it even better. He had Xavier implant a couple of lingering suggestions in Logan's brain: enjoy cuckolding Gambit, give him an urge to lord that big dick over the others a bit more, and a desire to actually experience an orgasm with Mark's dick.

Those oughta make life interesting in there.

While he'd been having his fun he'd picked up on Beast's thoughts, sensing a certain resonance there. It honestly didn't make much sense keeping the mutant genius cooped up in there. He wasn't even one of Mark's favorites. He so totally wasn't a furry.

Beast seemed a pretty pragmatic sort and he was completely loyal now thanks to his psychic programming. Their shared vision for a mutant-friendly haven aligned nicely.

Maybe he should see about giving Beast a lab and some tech to work with.

He reached out and formed a telepathic link with Shuri.

[Shuri, release Beast. Makes no damn sense leaving him in the pen. Set him up with some lab space.]

Her playful response echoed, [Oooh! Can your pet have him as her pet?]

Mark smirked at the telepathic connection, her amusement and interest evident.

[Mmm... Tempting. But no. I want him to be more of an independent big brain. I get a good feeling about him.]

Shuri fell into a momentary silence, and Mark could taste the distinct flavor of her emotions—dismay tinged with a hint of jealousy. As the princess of Wakanda, science and technological development were not just duties but profound passions for her. Mark's unique approach, using mind control to organize his minions into hierarchies of dominance and submission, played a significant role in shaping Wakanda into Markanda.

For Shuri, this was an opportunity to gather and work with brilliant minds, an endeavor she relished. The prospect of competition with another overlord for the intellects she sought to engage in her scientific pursuits was not something she welcomed. The thought of sharing the stage with someone like Beast, who had his own reputation in the scientific world, stirred a sense of rivalry and territorial protection over the resources she considered essential for her scientific endeavors.

[You're really sure you want to release the big blue brainiac to his own devices? I've read a bunch of his stuff. Kind of all over the place, a short leash, my short leash, would be best,] Shuri's telepathic voice reflected her skepticism.

Mark laughed at her tone, sensing her ****. Beast represented competition. He understood her apprehension. He also knew she was trying to play on his general decision to listen to advice, but not this time-

[Nope. I've made up my mind. Don't worry, you're still number one in my heart, my sexy little lab coat slut.]

[I hear and obey, oh master and king. Your Black Kitty shall obey,] Shuri's playful reply sounded in Mark's mind, her emotions shifting, from dismay and jealousy to warmth and amusement.

As he left the bathroom, his team of Dora Milaje were waiting for him.

Okoye's plump lips were curved like the cat that got the canary as she leaned against the opposite wall of the hallway, back subtly arched to push out her pendulous breasts, "Welcome back, my king. I hope you enjoyed my little entertainment."

Mark chuckled and looked to the side at Nima who was posted to the side of the entrance to the restroom.

She smiled hugely, white teeth shining, "Poor widdle guy couldn't even get his nut in the bathroom."

"Yea, I did. But you know, you also kind of left me with a bit of a situation here." He gestured down.

His cock wasn't fully hard anymore but it wasn't soft either, drooping somewhat but sticking straight out, fat and wide, with an obvious curve toward the floor.

He was leaving thick strings of pre-cum dripping down in a shiny strand down from the tip all the way down to the marble tile.

"My goodness. What a situation. Whatever will we do about this," Aneka interjected from his other side as she smirked, her eyes locked on Mark's cock and licking her full lips.

Okoye smiled, her chocolate lips curved, eyes eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief and lingering on his cock, "Indeed. Shall we adjourn to the Harem then? A bath and massage were already on the agenda. We, Dora are not only adept at easing muscle tension. We excel in attending to more... intimate needs as well."

Mark grinned, familiar with Okoye's teasing game where they pantomimed the way previous Wakandan kings kept their special service on the down low (not Chall, dude was a saint).

Slipping into his own impudent imitation of a proper Wakandan sovereign, he replied, "Ah, the royal treatment, as always. You certainly know how to entice a king. Lead the way, Okoye."

As they all walked towards the Harem, Okoye continued her playful banter, "You'll find the Dora Milaje are well-versed in attending to their king, just as they have done for generations."

Nima added in her own special way, "Your nasty little black fucksluts are going to pamper those big mutant balls and just worship that huge fucking white cock."

Okoye gave Nima a disapproving glance, "Indeed. Though some of us are quite a bit more... nasty, than others."

Mark just laughed and slapped her ass.