Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2008 17:56:22 +1030
From: Matto <ukrbear@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Incredible Situation - Celebrity section

These characters belong to Pixar & Disney not me. The story and characters
are fictional and the situation isn't real, so remember that as you
read. It also has mild non-consentual interaction, so if you don't like
that sort of thing, then this isn't for you. Otherwise, read on.



Incredible Situation



Finally. After all these years, he had succeeded in capturing his boyhood
idol. He had developed his creative genius, made machinery and in his
ambition to finally be recognised, had built a machine that only he could
stop. He'd had to kill a few other heroes along the way but it had been
worth it to get to this point. The hero who had rejected him as a boy now
was imprisoned by one of his machines, unconscious and suspended in the air
between two electromagnetic binders.


He had idolised this man, spent his youth and childhood dreaming about
being his friend and helper, chased his movements to see him or get an
autograph, anything to be near him. He had invented a pair of jet boots
that had worked and allowed him to fly so as maybe to be more attractive to
the popular hero.


It had all come to naught. When he took an opportunity to work with Mr
Incredible, he had been completely spurned: Ejected from the hero's car and
left behind and then humiliated in front of a villain he knew he could help
defeat. He had been taken into police care and then returned to his
family. But the damage had been done and as far as the boy was concerned,
it was irrevocable. He had pulled down and destroyed everything connected
to Incredible and had disowned any association concerning him; no more fan
club, no more signings, nothing.


He then swore to get his revenge and show the hero what he has missed out
on. He would show everyone!! He had worked hard to invent and then sold his
inventions to whoever would buy, good or bad. He only saw his vision and
his goal.


And now it had been realised. Through his partner, he had lured Incredible
to his secret island and pitted his machine against the hero. It had been
great to watch for a while. The robot appear to gain the upper hand for a
moment, but Incredible fought back hard. The boy become man, however, had
underestimated Incredible's ingenuity. He tricked the robot so it attacked
itself, destroying itself in the process.


He fumed for a short time before resigning himself to the fact that
Incredible had simply been too good. But it would be different next
time. There would be no escape. He finally showed the hero what he was
capable of in a confrontation in the jungle on the island. He'd gotten a
little carried aware and hurled Incredible a few miles away but that was no
matter. He could fly now so finding him again wasn't a serious issue. He
was unbeatable now and would show it by beating and destroying his
childhood hero. He would never be humiliated or left behind and ignored
again.


Yet the hero had tricked him again and snuck into his headquarters to snoop
around. Fortunately, the signal Incredible had sent had triggered the
defenses allowing his capture.


Now, here the hero was, still unconscious and completely helpless before
him. Syndrome couldn't be more chuffed. He had triumphed, achieved his
goal.


Yet he still sensed an emptiness. Why hadn't this fulfilled the ache in his
heart? Why did he still feel as though he was second best? What more could
he do? As he questioned himself he stood admiring the figure suspended in
the EM cell. He remembered why he loved the guy so much. So strong; afraid
of nothing; handsome; loved by almost everyone.


Loved by everyone? The question lingered. What did the hero have that he
didn't? Why was he so loved and idolised by so many? How could he,
Syndrome, have the same status? He moved closer still questioning -- how
could he be more like Mr Incredible? His eyes fell on the black costume
pants covering his manhood. Adrenaline surged through his body. What did it
look like? Was it big like the rest of the guy? He looked up into the
hero's face -- still out cold.


He peeled down the outer covering, revealing a covered slit in the fabric
of the costume. He reached up a hand to cup the bulge protruding and ran
his hand back and forth around and along it. His own excitement built as he
traced the hidden organ from behind the fabric. Finally, he couldn't resist
any further; he had to see it.


He separated the two sides of the fabric and reached in to grasp the warm
piece and gently drew it out. He held it gently in his hand and examined it
closely, inhaling the masculine scent which seemed to be a mix of sweat and
the hero's natural smell. A short foreskin half covered the head and the
shaft was at least 10cm around even while still quite soft. Syndrome
guessed the length to be not much above average but nothing to be sneezed
at. He continued to massage and stroke and slowly it began to grow, the
head pushing through the hood with each pulse. It soon reached its full
glory, hitting what looked like about 20cm in length and about 15 around.


The idea hit Syndrome light a bolt of lightning. He knew he would never
have the physical attributes of Mr Incredible nor would he have the hero's
acceptance as an equal. He could, on the other hand, have a part of the
hero that no one else would have. He would take it and right now there was
nothing Mr Incredible or anyone else could do about it.


He was alone in the containment room and he sealed it so as to remain
undisturbed. He began to trace his tongue along the length of the shaft,
running the flat of his tongue up the underside. Again and again he did
this before slowly engulfing the whole length in his mouth. He held it
there just for a moment, savouring the taste before slowly moving up and
down. He then took the phallus as deep as he could before coming back up
again, applying steady suction to stimulate as much as possible.


He then settled into a regular rhythm, bobbing up and down, swirling his
tongue around the head as the throbbing prick pulsed in his mouth. On and
on he continued getting more and more turned on himself as he thought about
the power he had Mr Incredible contained in. He reached up a hand and began
to fondle the bloated balls that protruded slightly from the hole in the
uniform, cupping them lightly and massaging over their surface.


Above him, the incarcerated hero began to groan as he came round. Syndrome
simply returned his effort to the engorged hero cock in his mouth and began
to fellate with renewed vigour.


"Who is that? What are you doing?" Incredible demanded as he realised what
was happening.


Syndrome ignored the suspended man. He knew he had the hero in his power
and wasn't going to let him out of it so easily. He would take what he
wanted and there was nothing the superstrong, supersmart man could do about
it.


"Please stop. Stop!!" he demanded. Mr Incredible began to stuggle and
squirm against his restraints but it didn't help. He couldn't get any
leverage.


Syndrome relished the situation he had the super in. He grinned as much as
possible with the bulging cock in his mouth and grabbed a handful of the
man's arse to pull him further in. Mr Incredible grunted and groaned at the
sensation.


"Stop it! Please!" he pleaded again only to have it fall on deaf ears.


Syndrome felt the sac in his hand begin to contract and pull up and knew
the time was close. He slowed down a little, making the final moments as
pleasurable as possible. He soon heard the hero's groans increase and
become more pronounced as he suckled on his prick, waiting for the imminent
moment of explosion. Finally, Incredible's body tensed and his pole became
even more rigid before blasting the super's load into his mouth. 6, 7, 8
strong spurts of spunk flooded his maw as he rubbed his tongue on the
underside of the spewing cock to coax out more and more. Finally, the
stream stopped and the red-haired hero wannabe release the spent organ from
his mouth and gently tucked it away back behind the costume pants.


He stepped aware, grinning at his victory and proceeded to walk out the
door. He turned to look at the man who he had once idolised and saw a look
of disbelief and defeat on his face. Syndrome gloated for half a second
before, smiling as if to say "I've beaten you", then turned and walked out.



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