You Won't Forget
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Megamind
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,654
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer: I do not own Megamind, or any of it's characters. Megamind is property of Dreamworks. I do not make any money from writing this.
You Won't Forget
This takes place Pre-Movie and is the tentacle version of "Head of silky hair". I had posted this before but it seems to have disappeared, so I am reposting.
Thrown down into the dirt and rust encrusted floor of the abandoned warehouse, Bernard whimpered and started to plead with his captor, while struggling to get back up.
“Let you go? You think I will just let you walk out of here before I am finished with you?” a grandiose voice bellowed, echoing off the walls.
Megamind marched over to where he threw Bernard and kicked Bernard back down on the floor with his thigh high, spike encrusted boots.
“You were kidnapped so I could prove why you should become an expert on me, and not that egotistical bore, Metroman.” Megamind grabbed Bernard roughly by the hair, the leather gloves snagging and causing Bernard to gasp in pain. “I saw your interview with Ms. Ritchie about how great and powerful you think Metroman is. But after today, all you are only going to remember how powerful I am.”
Sneering, Megamind shoved Bernard backwards and brutally kicked him down again to the floor. “Get on your knees. NOW, before I choose a more malicious setting on my gun”, Megamind threatened.
Bernard painfully kneeled, terrified, not knowing what would come next. He never thought that
becoming an expert on the city’s hero would incite the city’s villain, and now he was paying the price.
Megamind walked over, unzipping his pants. The violence enacted upon Bernard’s slight frame turned him on. He rarely ever came into physical contact with humans and was usually the one being beat up by Metroman. The surge of power over this frail human being felt so new, so intense, so… erotic.
For a brief second, Megamind lightly traced Bernard’s cheek, in an almost gentle way. But that hand then flew back and smashed down on the side of Bernard’s face, causing the cheek to go pale white and then flush red. Bernard grunted with pain and then squealed even louder when Megamind grabbed him roughly by the hair again.
“Here is the first reason why you should choose to study me. I doubt anyone else on earth has these!” Megamind sneered, tugging his pants down far enough to reveal several thick tentacles peeking out.
Terrified by the sight, Bernard tried scrambling away, but was held fast by Megamind’s hand locked in his hair.
Bernard was too afraid to count, much less think clearly, but it appeared at least four tentacles were wrapping around his head, holding him even more in place. Three more started to tentatively probe his mouth, swirling around his tongue and exploring his oral cavity.
Megamind’s other hand flew to the side of Bernard’s head, wrapping his fingers around the silky long strands of Bernard’s light brown hair. The black, spiked leather gloves grasped and flexed; hair was something that Megamind did not often experience, lacking his own aside from his goatee. But the uniqueness of this full head of hair was nothing compared to the stimulation provided by Bernard’s hot, wet mouth.
Megamind snaked another tentacle into Bernard’s mouth for a total of four; the entire length of his sprays were sensitive to touch, versus just the tip of a normal man’s organ. Bernard’s lips encircled him fully, his tongue swirling around them, heightening Megamind’s lust.
Two of the tentacles that were wrapped around Bernard’s head snaked up into his hair – entwining with the silky mess, providing an additional sensation. With his hands fully locked on Bernard’s head, the other two tentacles wrapped themselves around Bernard’s slender neck.
Bernard started working up a rhythm, swirling, licking, unsure of what to do, all the while feeling the pain of Megamind “play” with his hair, but hoping that he could somehow conclude what was going on so he could safely escape. He kept quiet and focused on the task at hand, or more accurately, mouth. The tentacles were smooth and almost sweet against his tongue, the experience so alien that Bernard could only respond to the cues Megamind’s body was giving him.
Bernard’s fear continued to rise as the tentacles around his neck started to apply pressure, slowly but consistently. The tentacles in his mouth were thickening and started to probe deeper into his mouth, towards the back of his throat. Soon Bernard’s mouth was stretched as wide as possible, as the sprays engorged to the fullest. His teeth started to scrape against them, but this only seemed to make Megamind moan.
Megamind started to guide Bernard’s head and mouth and increase the pace. Driven by lust and power, Megamind shoved himself as far down Bernard’s throat as he could go and squeezed his neck tightly. The feel of Bernard’s teeth scraping against his sensitive sprays was intense, especially combined with the hot wetness of his mouth.
Powerfully thrusting into Bernard’s mouth, Megamind quickened the pace. Bernard started choking, panicking. He tried yanking on the tentacles around his neck, making muffled noises of fear and protest.
Bernard’s hands upon his tentacles and sounds of fear pushed Megamind over the edge. Clenching his fists tight to the point of ripping out hair, Megamind grunted loudly and sharply jutted his hips forward and released wave after wave of his seed from all four tentacles down Bernard’s throat. Bernard dug his nails into the sprays on his neck, trying to push away and finally tried biting down on Megamind’s deflating members.
His action only made Megamind laugh. “Hah, I barely feel that. I’m not weak like you human males. Yet another thing you would have known if you focused on me instead of Metroman.” Megamind pushed Bernard away and walked over to his computer, his organs receding back into his body.
Bernard coughed and swallowed the fluids in his mouth and stared at Megamind with large eyes.
Megamind walked back over with a canister in his hand. “Now you know who is truly the powerful and unique one in this city. Metroman didn’t save you today, did he? So now you know who to become an expert on, because after the fun I had today, this won’t be the last time you’ll get to know more of me.”
The last thing Bernard remembered was Megamind smiling down evilly at him before spraying something in his face from the canister.
He woke up the next day on his couch, neck bruised, throat raw, scalp throbbing, with a copy of the “Unofficial Guide to Megamind” on his coffee table.
Thrown down into the dirt and rust encrusted floor of the abandoned warehouse, Bernard whimpered and started to plead with his captor, while struggling to get back up.
“Let you go? You think I will just let you walk out of here before I am finished with you?” a grandiose voice bellowed, echoing off the walls.
Megamind marched over to where he threw Bernard and kicked Bernard back down on the floor with his thigh high, spike encrusted boots.
“You were kidnapped so I could prove why you should become an expert on me, and not that egotistical bore, Metroman.” Megamind grabbed Bernard roughly by the hair, the leather gloves snagging and causing Bernard to gasp in pain. “I saw your interview with Ms. Ritchie about how great and powerful you think Metroman is. But after today, all you are only going to remember how powerful I am.”
Sneering, Megamind shoved Bernard backwards and brutally kicked him down again to the floor. “Get on your knees. NOW, before I choose a more malicious setting on my gun”, Megamind threatened.
Bernard painfully kneeled, terrified, not knowing what would come next. He never thought that
becoming an expert on the city’s hero would incite the city’s villain, and now he was paying the price.
Megamind walked over, unzipping his pants. The violence enacted upon Bernard’s slight frame turned him on. He rarely ever came into physical contact with humans and was usually the one being beat up by Metroman. The surge of power over this frail human being felt so new, so intense, so… erotic.
For a brief second, Megamind lightly traced Bernard’s cheek, in an almost gentle way. But that hand then flew back and smashed down on the side of Bernard’s face, causing the cheek to go pale white and then flush red. Bernard grunted with pain and then squealed even louder when Megamind grabbed him roughly by the hair again.
“Here is the first reason why you should choose to study me. I doubt anyone else on earth has these!” Megamind sneered, tugging his pants down far enough to reveal several thick tentacles peeking out.
Terrified by the sight, Bernard tried scrambling away, but was held fast by Megamind’s hand locked in his hair.
Bernard was too afraid to count, much less think clearly, but it appeared at least four tentacles were wrapping around his head, holding him even more in place. Three more started to tentatively probe his mouth, swirling around his tongue and exploring his oral cavity.
Megamind’s other hand flew to the side of Bernard’s head, wrapping his fingers around the silky long strands of Bernard’s light brown hair. The black, spiked leather gloves grasped and flexed; hair was something that Megamind did not often experience, lacking his own aside from his goatee. But the uniqueness of this full head of hair was nothing compared to the stimulation provided by Bernard’s hot, wet mouth.
Megamind snaked another tentacle into Bernard’s mouth for a total of four; the entire length of his sprays were sensitive to touch, versus just the tip of a normal man’s organ. Bernard’s lips encircled him fully, his tongue swirling around them, heightening Megamind’s lust.
Two of the tentacles that were wrapped around Bernard’s head snaked up into his hair – entwining with the silky mess, providing an additional sensation. With his hands fully locked on Bernard’s head, the other two tentacles wrapped themselves around Bernard’s slender neck.
Bernard started working up a rhythm, swirling, licking, unsure of what to do, all the while feeling the pain of Megamind “play” with his hair, but hoping that he could somehow conclude what was going on so he could safely escape. He kept quiet and focused on the task at hand, or more accurately, mouth. The tentacles were smooth and almost sweet against his tongue, the experience so alien that Bernard could only respond to the cues Megamind’s body was giving him.
Bernard’s fear continued to rise as the tentacles around his neck started to apply pressure, slowly but consistently. The tentacles in his mouth were thickening and started to probe deeper into his mouth, towards the back of his throat. Soon Bernard’s mouth was stretched as wide as possible, as the sprays engorged to the fullest. His teeth started to scrape against them, but this only seemed to make Megamind moan.
Megamind started to guide Bernard’s head and mouth and increase the pace. Driven by lust and power, Megamind shoved himself as far down Bernard’s throat as he could go and squeezed his neck tightly. The feel of Bernard’s teeth scraping against his sensitive sprays was intense, especially combined with the hot wetness of his mouth.
Powerfully thrusting into Bernard’s mouth, Megamind quickened the pace. Bernard started choking, panicking. He tried yanking on the tentacles around his neck, making muffled noises of fear and protest.
Bernard’s hands upon his tentacles and sounds of fear pushed Megamind over the edge. Clenching his fists tight to the point of ripping out hair, Megamind grunted loudly and sharply jutted his hips forward and released wave after wave of his seed from all four tentacles down Bernard’s throat. Bernard dug his nails into the sprays on his neck, trying to push away and finally tried biting down on Megamind’s deflating members.
His action only made Megamind laugh. “Hah, I barely feel that. I’m not weak like you human males. Yet another thing you would have known if you focused on me instead of Metroman.” Megamind pushed Bernard away and walked over to his computer, his organs receding back into his body.
Bernard coughed and swallowed the fluids in his mouth and stared at Megamind with large eyes.
Megamind walked back over with a canister in his hand. “Now you know who is truly the powerful and unique one in this city. Metroman didn’t save you today, did he? So now you know who to become an expert on, because after the fun I had today, this won’t be the last time you’ll get to know more of me.”
The last thing Bernard remembered was Megamind smiling down evilly at him before spraying something in his face from the canister.
He woke up the next day on his couch, neck bruised, throat raw, scalp throbbing, with a copy of the “Unofficial Guide to Megamind” on his coffee table.