Taming Beauty

"Gaaaaah, fucking hell!"

With one last powerful stroke, Adam ends up making himself cum, the jizz shooting up from the tip of his cock onto the sides of his shaft, dripping down from the top and coating his crotch in white goo.

Even as he finished his orgasm, the graphic porn video he was watching still played in front of him, the moans and sounds of the one woman getting fucked by the eight or so men playing in his eyes as he reeled back from the jerkoff session he had just completed.

Adam sighed and closed out of the video that was still playing, and contemplated what he wanted to do next before he got horny again.

He made it about 6 seconds before the sexual urges came back to him.

He groaned and started looking through more of his porn folder again. He was getting so tired of cumming and then immediately being ready to go again. He just wanted a break, but his body was cursed to have some sort of never-ending sex drive. He was always horny, always was thinking about sex (despite being a virgin) and always thinking about how he'd be able to finally get his rocks off in a satisfying way, because nothing ever seemed to work.

The only times he ever seemed to really feel somewhat complete is when he jerked off to the most degrading, humiliating, misogynistic porn that put women in their place. Them getting shoved around, **** by monsters, beaten, tortured...

Adam never really know where his intense hatred of the fairer sex came from. From what he remembered, he was sort of just born with it. Even as a kid he remembered thinking girls were annoying, but that was probably just dumb prepubscent logic. But as he got older and went through puberty, his mind immediately went to tearing off the clothes of every female he saw and fucking her, regardless if she wants it or not. It physically hurt him seeing women walking around, talking, acting like... people. But they weren't people. In his eyes, they were things; creatures that were argubably closer to animals than to humans.

Maybe his hatred stems from them being the ones who trigger his cursed sex drive the most. He's so depedent on them to satiate his urges. But then again, maybe you could say that about all men.

But the point is, he hated them. And he hated Wonder Woman the most.

To Adam, Wonder Woman was essentially the ambassador, the representative of all women. Or at least, what women want to be seen as; strong, confident, perfect beings who can build and rule utopian societies without the evil and corruption of the male gender weighing them down.

She was arguably the most popular Justice League member now. He's seen dozens of videos on YouTube of people recording fights she's had with various villains over the years, or her flying in that stupid invisible jet. In every single one of them, he wishes that whoever she was fighting was just tear her clothes off and **** her right there. Or all of the men in the crowds clapping and cheering for her telling her to suck their cocks or to get back in the kitchen or something.

**** Wonder Woman was, in Adam's eyes, every man's dream, even if they didn't want to admit it. Deep down, there's a brutal misogynist in every man. He's just waiting to come out.

He stopped his search of the web for more fap fuel and decided to go to the bathroom. The 20 different soda cans, water bottles and big gulp cups filled with piss were starting to stink up the place, and it's probably not too bad of an idea to get a little bit of excercise in, even if that excercise was just walking to the bathroom.

Adam got up and walked pass his shelves full of comic books, manga, and nude anime girl figures covered in copoius amounts of white substance. He should clean those things soon.

As he walked past a mirror, he decided to get a quick look at himself. Adam was shocked at how his body looked. He didn't know how, but he was completely jacked, the body of a God staring back at him in the mirror with empty pizza boxes and beer cans right behind him.

It was legitmately some sort of weird scientific marvel; that's what the doctors told him. He ate like shit, never worked out or exercised, and from what he remembers about his family, they didn't even have particularly good genes. So the fact that he looked like Superman (but with an uglier neckbeard) made him wonder about himself. Maybe he was just built different?

It didn't matter, because at least he was getting some excercise now. Walking into the bathroom, he started pissing awkwardly from the his still erect cock into the toilet, breathing out as the urine left his tip.

Even as he took a piss, his mind still ended up wandering back to images of the super-powered cunts of the world getting their shit kicked in. Not even just Wonder Woman. Power Girl, Batgirl, Starfire, Raven, Supergirl...

All of them were the same. All of them preached the same bullshit about how awesome women are, how they can not only keep up with men but they might even be better than them, all the while giving conferences about female empowerment and stopping crimes against women, tweeting about women's rights...

It made him wanna puke. Or maybe that was the twenty beers he downed a few hours before.

After his piss and his trillionth thought about how much the opposite sex is terrible, he sauntered on back to his computer desk, the sticky posters of super-heroines and model figures greeting him on his way.

Sometimes, Adam regretted living the way he did; sure, he never had to work, and he makes a ton of money through his crypto investments, but he just sort of wished he had something to give him some motivation in life. Give him a purpose.

Because as of now, the only thing that was keeping him going was the idea of putting collars around every superheroine on the planet.