Mark X Mark

*written with Namichwan

I spent a couple of days in that primal prison.

It wasn’t a bad experience. In a lot of ways it was like a paradise. There were lots of beautiful, sexy women. All nude and extremely available. There were men too, but none of them were interested in competing with me. While nearly every man was physically more impressive than me in muscle and body, not one was even close to matching me in penis size. I had my pick of the women, it was hard not to feel like a complete stud.

Misty had been right. There wasn’t much to do other than sleep, eat, or fuck. I fucked constantly and thoroughly.

It was even entertaining to just talk with them. To hear them talk about their super-powered battles and adventures was almost like hearing the behind the scenes stories that had been news to me before. Especially the way their newly primitive minds translated it into caveman language and concepts. They talked about Doctor Doom like he was a Dark Lord and called Kang the Conqueror a dread Sorcerer rather than a time-defying techno-villain.

I wasn't able to spread my influence other than with my dick as my sense of control over all those around me was completely shut down. It seemed that Shuri could control my powers with the Inhibitor Necklace, giving me access to them only when it suited her.

The food was pretty good. The presentation was even better. We were fed twice a day. The guards just tossed some freshly cooked game birds, fish, and other small animals on the floor along with vegetables, fruit, and even seed.

The naked superheroes and supervillains went crazy, squatting over the food like dogs and wolfing everything down before they even noticed what it was or who was serving it to them. They ate like starving animals, tearing the food apart and messily covering their faces and chests with juices and bits and pieces. Fights inevitably broke out and I got to watch nude men and women wrestle with each other like animals over the scraps, often ending up fucking each other raw in the process.
Fortunately for me, I seemed to be generally recognized as the alpha and I had only to make a move towards some food and the others would act like skittish pups afraid of a bigger dog. The women didn't seem to mind too much though since they'd get all hot and bothered watching me tear into the meat. Hips were raised and pussies spread at my approach and it became clear that my dominance over everyone was absolute.

The only times it broke out of the same routine was when Shuri showed up again to test my powers in the arena. Sometimes it would be another fight like Elektra, some bug themed alien lady or a demon succubus gal would need to be put in their place and I was in charge of fucking them to their ‘senses’. Or they’d just bring someone in actual chains and watch me connect/fondle the babe while Shuri wrote down her findings. It was a fun little bonus distraction before returning to lie in my bed and get jumped on by whichever hero or villain wanted to ride me next.

Seriously, I was loving this shit!

My counterpart, the other Mark, clearly had my number. God, it made me wonder what he had planned. Fuck, what would I do with a random version of myself who just showed up one day? Would I instantly be hostile? Would I collaborate with the bastard? I didn't know. I was kind of excited by the idea of double-teaming some hot-ass chick with my dimensional twin's big-ass dick. Huh. Hopefully, that was a good sign and something this other version of me shared...

And then all of a sudden my time there came to an end and I was being escorted through the Markandan palace to my ultimate meeting with the man himself.

Wonder of wonders, I was actually allowed to put on real clothes. Jeans. The most comfortable and well-fitted blue jeans I’d ever worn. They fit snugly to my legs and waist, while also providing plenty of room in the crotch. The pants were sewn in such a way that my penis was comfortably ensconced in a tube of denim, my balls were similarly supported by a pouch of fabric that hugged my scrotum.

It was like these pants were made for me.

Which, of course, they were. Well, at least my other self. No surprise that this ****-society created by yours truly, could make a proper pair of pants for me.

I walked through a hallway that was dark, black walls and warm dusky maroon light emanating from a tall arched and curved ceiling. Spaced along the walls were chest-high columns, each bearing an earthen vase that contained a pale blue-white tulip-like flower. I barely paid my surroundings any attention though, my gaze fixated on the luscious black ass of the woman walking before me.

She was a Dora Milaje and I'd learned from the enslaved that they were my other self's bodyguards and harem. When not on mission, they were sworn to remain naked save for their vibranium spears. She was about five feet four inches tall with large breasts and wide hips that flared out from her slim waist. She moved with confidence, a dancer's grace despite her lack of clothing and bare feet on stone floors. Basically my eyes were glued to her full succulent black ass-cheeks as they swayed back and forth.

When my attention wasn't fully encapsulated by the Dora, I took in the bustling population of the palace. The vast majority were dark-skinned, obviously natural Wakandan divided between the high-class bejeweled and barely clothed noble types and lower-class servants whose dark nubile bodies were decorated with reeds and beads. But there were a good number of white-skinned men and women as well, all of them wearing eye-catching super-hero costumes that were way more revealing than normal. Meaning that big breasts were often bared, often with little more than pasties to conceal nipples.

Eventually, we arrived at a fairly imposing looking door with two more naked Dora standing to either side with their spears held at perfect angles and ready to defend their God-King's chambers. At their feet were two people crouching. One was a very muscular black male, completely nude save for the famous black and silver mask of the Black Panther. The other was a lithe and nubile black female, similarly nude with small tight breasts above a taut abdomen, her head encased in a Black Panther mask with gold high-lights and silver dots.

Neither one moved a millimeter as I approached.

I couldn't help but drop my gaze and take note of the female’s perfectly clean-shaven black mons and her tight little purplish folds as well as the male's three or four inches of soft penis hanging atop a truly average set of black testicles. The fact that this superhero, THE Black Panther had perhaps the most awe-inspiring and jealousy-inducing washboard stomach and rock hard pecs ever made only made my genital superiority harder to hide.

The female’s panther mask abruptly disintegrated to reveal Shuri’s by now familiar face. She winked and kissed the air at me as I passed.

Huh.

Weird seeing my captor and remote tormentor acting like a mere guard-dog instead of a smug little bitch.

The doors slid open and I passed through them, following my Dora's bountiful black butt-cheeks through the doorway into Mark's inner sanctum.

It was an open and expansive room. Much like the large chamber that housed the recently captured but not yet converted superheroes, there was an opening out onto a balcony. Instead of looking out upon a downtown of incredible nature welcoming sky-scrapers, this view had smaller structures and a wild jungle beyond.

I passed through the portal and entered where this OTHER King Mark awaited me.

There was a couch and a fair number of other luxurious furniture throughout the open space.

I recognized my counterpart. He looked exactly like me but his hair was longer falling to his shoulders in what looked like a mullet to my eyes. He was wearing a black robe and there were a pair of lovely black women sitting to his sides. One was unfamiliar, but beautiful with close-cropped fuzzy hair, bright chocolate eyes and full lips. One, I'd recognize anywhere, my heart skipping a beat, as I drew in her starkly silver white mane, and her imperious beauty, high cheek-bones and dark skinned face that was accented by her piercing eyes that were as blue as mine.

Neither woman was wearing very much and my eyes drank in their forms as they gracefully got to their feet. Both women were topless, clad in lingerie, and basking in the hot African sunlight peeking through the blinds above them. Painting their dark skin with color and grace to accentuate their already beautiful forms. And they were far more enjoyable to look at than the others in the room.

As if forming a tunnel towards the man, there were multiple ‘viewing screens’ of various African looking chiefs and other important Markandan figures. The technological screens were all that same pale blue that Shuri had, and all the people had frowning faces that looked down on me like I was some worthless speck beneath their Lord Almighty’s heel. It all seemed very grandiose, very climactic…

And here I was, folding my arms at a King with my face in frustration. My irritation only growing as I took in the fact that he was wearing that robe open revealing a brawny body that was rippling with muscle and sinew.

“Alright! I get it!” My foot tapped derogatively, “Big shot with a lot of toys! Was all this bullshit theatrics really worth it?”
The entire room seemed to explode with anger towards me, but it all became white noise as I stared at myself. Their barking and yelling at my ‘insolence’ and ‘attitude’ were meaningless, because yelling at him wasn’t for them. And as that smile on my other face grew, I knew it had hit the right place.

“HAHAHAHAHA!” King Mark laughed, causing the rage in the room to lower significantly as they all turned to look at him, “That’s me alright! I’d recognize the ‘I have the biggest dick in the room’ energy anywhere! Right down to the bulge in the jeans!”

His amusement spread across the entire room like a wave, making several women giggle. The mood instantly changed from angry and resentful to joyful and lighthearted.

My frown didn’t leave my face, but I’m sure the psychics could feel my relief. Sometimes you have to play to what you know, and I think I know myself at this point.

Though not all of the room matched his attitude. Shuri and, I guess, the real Black Panther had followed me into the room, the muscular male addressed my other self from his knees, “My king, I must counsel caution regarding this interloper. It is an unnecessary risk to engage with him directly, no matter my sister's precautions and your telepaths' awareness."

Storm's eyes gleamed as she gazed into mine as she pointedly spoke over the man's objections, "This boy before us is our King had he taken a different path. Having read and experienced every memory since that fateful moment, we know exactly WHO he IS."

“Not to mention my tech is full-proof, brother!” remarked Shuri cattily, “Mr. Doppleganger’s even helped me to refine it. So long as my indestructible vibranium laced Inhibitor Necklace is on him, I control his every expression of his mutant power. He is quite harmless”

I couldn't help but feel a bit of unreasonable warmth at this other version of Storm' faith in me, even as the mad-scientist girl spoiled my mood.

That damned collar thinly clinging against my throat.

With a click of my tongue, I yelled once again, “Your harem’s a bunch of assholes by the way!”

He quirked an eyebrow at me.

“They’re just protective of me, as I’m sure yours are for you.” He spread his hands, open-palmed towards the ceiling, all the viewing screens turning off and every person in the room moved as one to exit the room.

Storm languidly approached me first, and I was quick to accept her embrace, her huge warm mammaries squashing out against my chest as she wrapped her arms around me tightly. I felt her breath against my ear, "I'm not yours but I know what your Ororo must feel for you now...and I know she loves you as much as I do my Mark! Wherever she is, she yearns for you! You must not ever doubt that!"

"Thank you," I whispered in reply.

She nodded in approval and I received a very chaste motherly kiss to my forehead.

Then she strode away, hips swaying seductively and I was suddenly being accosted by the second of Mark's black babes who had been waiting patiently on me.

"I am Nakia and it seems that you've never met my counterpart in another universe. The thought of that makes me feel equal parts melancholy and giddy anticipation. I implore you, Mark. Seek me out! We have four beautiful children together..." she trailed off even as she rubbed a hand along her smooth black stomach and fluttered her eyelashes at me in exaggerated mannerism...then abruptly left, her pert rear swaying enticingly with each step she took towards her next duty.

Then it was just me and... me alone in the room.

His expression was way too smug and he gestured at a nearby couch, "Take a seat, man."
I didn't move at first then gave him a look of incredulity.'

He rolled his eyes, "What?! You know you'd have done all the same sort of shit, had our positions been reversed. Except I guess it would be all Fantastic Four flavored..."

I flopped down on the indicated couch, feeling a strange sense of automatic comradery with the guy even though technically we were complete strangers. I scoffed, "Not likely. Got my ass HANDED to me by those damned Illuminati bastards!"

He smirked knowingly then shrugged, "Ahh yeah, that was rough, but fuck! You were THIS close to taking the whole ballgame! Ballsy move. You would have won too if it wasn't for that pesky AI of Iron Man's. Tech is definitely our big weakness as far as I can tell. Our power is perfect for people and we pick up Jean first thing, just supercharging that advantage. I picked up Shuri and her super science nation-state to deal with that."

I threw my hands up in the air, "THAT'S why I went after REED RICHARDS!"

The other Mark grinned, "Smartest Man Alive, right? Too bad the Smartest Woman Alive is smarter. That's my Shuri-slut."

"Who've you got sitting outside your door, playing housecat..."

"Oh she spends like two hours a day at most playing at being my pet, the rest of her time is free to use that big brain of hers to further my goals. Honestly, letting me fuck the shit out of her and acting like a good little animal is just necessary stress relief. I think we both know the only way this works is if the far smarter people are allowed to make the decisions that keep us in power."

"So it was that day I'd decided to go after the Fantastic Four rather than Wakanda..."

The other Mark shrugged nonchalantly, "Yep, based on my peoples' mucking around in your memories, everything was exactly the same up to that point. God, completely crazy to see how different things could have turned out."

I waved a hand at him, "Speaking of- where the fuck did that Chad-bod come from?"

He laughed, "Oh, that! Yea, we hate working out, don't we? Well, not only do I have a mutant chick whose power actually stimulates muscle growth, I can actually use the Professor to swap my mind with someone else's and I make THEM do the exercise while I vege out in their bods. Plus Shuri's got nano-bots all up in there doing stuff."

I just stared at him.

“What? I’m sorry, man but my whole deal doesn’t work if I look like a sad-sack with a monster dick. I’m supposed to be a super-villain here, one that no one really cares about because he’s too busy hanging out in bum-fuck Africa and banging the hottest superhero chicks into submission, not some emaciated dork who happens to be insanely hung. No offense, bro, but you don’t exactly inspire confidence when you walk into a room.”

I couldn’t really deal with that statement. The difference between us suddenly more stark even as the asshole admitted his **** musculature was the result of cheating like a motherfucker.

"So... what you've just been fucking with me for the past few days for the hell of it?"

He was silent for a moment, gazing at me frankly before he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, "Look, I've got Jean Grey and Charles Xavier under my thumb. We peeled back your every last thought and intention Day One. I was pretty sure I had your number right then. But this world is crazy. Not just with mutant powers, but you've got magic and gods, reality-altering objects, different dimensions, time travel. We both know that the only way a basically average douchebag with a pretty clutch power comes out on top, is relying on the geniuses with real world experience. The majority voted that we hold you for observation and testing. And you can't act like you didn't enjoy that shit. All you did was release the dong and unload your nuts into a bunch of easy lays. You had no problem using that big fat white meat as an object lesson for everyone around you."

Well, he was right, but I still huffed, “You may be some slut in this reality, but I got dreams I wanna accomplish ya know!” I growled as his annoying knowing smile grew, “Yes, a lot of it is just having a harem too and then being a slut, but that’s still my dream!”

“Alright, alright, keep your balls on,” He put his hands up in faux defense, “You have dreams, I get it… obviously I get it, cause I’m you. Conquering is I guess in our blood now. But we both know we fell into this role, and if someone smarter than me tells me to kill you I’d do it in a heartbeat. And I think you would too, in the same circumstances.”

His laid back attitude dropped just for a moment there to show me I should keep ‘in line’ I guess. It didn’t feel great, but considering I was only here because I was still technically following Reed’s plan… yeah, I think I would too.

“Cheer up! You’re going to get your freedom!”

I blinked at the sudden change of tone.

“...what?”

He laughed at my reaction, “Yup, I got the all clear from the smarter people. You’re basically harmless, in fact it seems they mostly fear you’d figure out a way to start taking over people if you stuck around too long. So the plan is to send you on your way with some nice gifts and a warning to never come back here again, sound good? We’ll even give you everything back that you lost!”

As lame as it was, I just blinked again. Then squinted my eyes down in suspicion, “...it can’t be that easy.”

“It can be,” King Mark smiled, then suddenly placing a hand on my face, “and it can be even easier for me if I wanted it to be. I could just keep you as a backup body if I wanted to, never having to think of the little Multiverse Mark ever again. But I’m showing mercy, I’m respecting you, and I was absolutely serious about you not coming back, got it?”

The grip on my cheek tightened and I knew he was serious. Neither of us knew what kind of effect his powers would have on me, but I definitely didn’t want to find out in this way. “Yeah, crystal clear. As long as I get America and Felicia back then I promise I’ll leave this universe forever.”

“Perfect!” He beamed, slapping my previously pinched cheeks a couple times before leaning back in his chair again. “That being said, I wanted to know if you wanted to have some fun with me before you go.”

I froze. I was suddenly aware of the fact that he could utterly change my brain, my mind, who I was, with nothing more than a thought. I decided not to worry about it because what else could I do?

This tone flipping was getting a little much. Had I become strange after spending multiple years fucking the world’s most powerful people? …I guess that’d make sense. Oh well. Best not piss me off I guess.

“What’d you have in mind?”