The Dork Knight Falls (A @gaycomicgeek story)
Another day, another cadre of callous criminals needing to be defeated by the righteous champion of all things geeky and just, the Gay Comic Geek. On this particular day we see our hero flying above the city in his solar powered flight suit when he spots a scrawny man in his 20′s being cornered in an alley by a man twice his size. Not wasting a second our hero swoops down and kicks the crook flat on their back in seconds, but what our hunky hero doesn’t anticipate was that this was a set up and the ‘victim’ quickly sprayed our hero with a familiar knock-out compound, one belonging to the devious do-bad-er, The Executive.
When our hero begins to return to consciousness his beard and hair have been trimmed and his flight suit had been peeled off him, leaving his muscular body on display. Of course, the GCG couldn’t see any of that with the special goggles on his head, partnered with a pair of noise cancelling headphones. The vile villain, The Executive grinned at his prey straining against the indestructible restraints before pressing a button activating his ‘Promotion Machine’.
Pumps descended from the ceiling onto our hero’s cock and nipples which began to tease and toy with them, as a metal weight around his balls began to lightly zap our hero, while the machine began to massage our hero’s feet. Stunned by this our hero could hardly react to the screens in the goggles flicking on to a series of spirals, twirling and shifting, subliminal messaging flashing every now and then as the headphones begin chant a rhythmic series of beats with more subtle messaging buried underneath. GCG could barely resist moaning at all of this, which is when a series of small mechanical tentacles flew into his mouth holding it open with just enough room for a freshly lit cigar to be put in place as he’s forced to smoke. And just when things seemed at their ‘lowest’ (although our hero wouldn’t deny just how good it all felt) another metallic tentacle appeared, one much larger than the others and pushed into our hero’s tight juicy ass and began to pound at his prostate.
An hour in our brave hero’s mind had been melted and was being rebuilt to be the ideal vice president of The Executive’s criminal corporation. Sweat dripping down his gorgeous muscles, his body writhing in pleasure, the pump edging his desperate cock. As his entire being was being rewritten, our hero, attempting to preserve his secret identity he reached into his endless mental nerdy database, and picked a name to replace his last name, and as he came, his cock erupting like a volcano, his secret identity was gone. All that was left was his new identity of Paul “Matches” Malone, the VP of the criminal corporation, and the lover of The Executive, who plucked the cigar from his mouth and pulled Paul into a deep smoky kiss after retrieving his new man from the ‘Promotion Machine.’
A day later Paul strutted into the hideout of his former heroic team, cigar in his mouth, smirk on his lips, and a sinister sparkle in his eye. Every one of his former teammates froze when they met his eye, and the smoke from his cigar creeping through the air, into said teammates and turning them into model employees.
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