The Clinic Chapter 3: Donors on the Clock Evan Andrews 2022
This is a fan fiction.
If you've read any of my previous stories, you'll know I'm a DC guy, and have been since The New Teen Titans. But I have to admit that Marvel has produced some outstanding male heroes that it would be a crime not to fantasize about.
All characters depicted in it belong to and are trademarked and copyrighted by Marvel Comics and/or its subsidiaries. I am not related to the company and make no claim of ownership over the characters. This story should in no way be considered a true representation of the true sexuality of either the actors or the characters.
As a matter of completeness, I imagined the two clients being played by Tori Spelling and Dean McDermott.
The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If that offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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"Congratulations," said the app, "Your chosen Donor has been brought to the insemination chamber and is waiting there to perform for you. After you enter the chamber, approach the bed and become familiar with your Donor's body. The more you touch him, the better a performance you can count on. You may even penetrate his anus if you so desire. When you are ready to attempt conception, insert the prostate stimulator into the Donor and ride him until he makes his deposit. After that, wait two hours and then test to see if conception has been achieved. (During the intervening time, feel free to reward the Donor for his efforts by stimulating his body further.) If insemination has not been achieved, contact an attendant either to arrange to add time to this session or to schedule another appointment."
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Thor Odinsson and T'Challa, the Black Panther, having been captured and trained into their new roles as sperm-donors for a special and exclusive fertility clinic, lay naked on their backs on side-by-side queen beds. The attendants had spread-eagled the heroes before leaving them alone. Neither was bound to his bed, nor were they gagged. The Clinic's conditioning had so taken in their minds, that it never even occurred to them to get up, let alone try to escape. Their job was to lie there, patient and unmoving, until the client arrived to put their bodies to use, and then to do what came naturally.
They had both bred before, Thor a few more times than T'Challa, but only Thor had had a session with a partner before—and that only once. Turning their heads, the two super-stud breeders looked at the other's magnificent body.
"Thor?" T'Challa said, "Two of us?"
He didn't sound angry about it, just confused.
"Truly," the God of Thunder affirmed. "I wonder—do you think there'll be two clients?"
In Thor's previous double session there had only been one, and he had not been chosen to seed the client. Not that that mattered. If he bred he bred, and if he didn't well...
"It's all so..." T'Challa said. There was a word in Wakandan for this, but he didn't know the English equivalent.
"Agreed," Thor said. "But Doc doesn't make mistakes."
At that point, the door opened and the client (with her husband walking just behind her for a change) entered the chamber.
She was your typical high-class bottle blonde, and she had enough going for her in the curves department to get both heroes instantly hard. Her husband had that hair somewhere between ash blond and mouse brown, with a wicked goatee and a tennis player's physique. Thor and T'Challa both watched in anticipation, waiting for their client to make her decision as to which hero she wanted to impregnate her.
The couple stopped at the foot of the beds and the client pouted, "Oh, I don't know, Ken. What do you think?"
"Whichever one you want, Barbie. I'll be fine entertaining myself with the other. (Both studs looked shocked at this revelation.) Let's see what the brochure has to say about their hit rate."
The clients poured over a professional-looking booklet. Once it would have mortified the heroes to be evaluated on their breeding potential and genetics, but Doc's training had been truly top-notch. Now the studs just accepted the assessment as part of the job, and they knew that clients reviewed several potential donors before deciding on one. What they hadn't counted on was the existence of a print copy that anyone outside the Clinic might get hold of. Thor looked over to his heroic ally and tried to smile confidently in spite of his trepidation. They had faced more perilous situations than this (and fucked more dangerous women,) and had come out the other side unscathed. But this was different.
"The blond..." Ken started, but Barbie stopped him.
"Oh, call him Thor, dear. No reason to sugar-coat things."
"Thor then," the husband agreed. "It says here that his score is 100% when it comes to his seed doing the trick. 96% of the time it only takes the one deposit. Wow, there's even in a case in which a woman conceived who was supposed to be infertile. (Thor blushed. He remembered that case.) The clinic attributes it to his being a god or something like that. The Black Panther here, on the other hand, is only at 90%, and in ten of those instances the client required a second session to achieve conception. If you choose him, we might be here for a while. Do we have any engagements tonight?"
T'Challa, while he was now used to being spoken of as nothing more than a baby-making machine, could still be astounded by the absolutely blasé tone he heard in Ken's voice. This was his dick they were talking about. His balls. His body. His sperm. And ultimately his baby. This prize pair had a couple of the world's finest, studliest heroes spread like a sexual feast before them, and all they could do was ramble about their social calendar. Maybe Barbie didn't deserve his baby.
"We told the Andersons we might be late for their soirée," his wife said as she ran her hands over both the muscular superheroes' bodies. "But other than that we're clear."
She tested the rigidity of both the mighty cocks and ran their balls assessingly between her fingers. A glance at Ken told her that her that hubby dearest was getting impatient, so...
"Alright, Ken, I've decided. I'll go with the sure thing so we can get changed in time to make a fashionably late entrance. Thor, dear, you're my choice. Let's hope you're as good as your record."
Ken's face said clearly, `At last', and he chivalrously helped his wife disrobe. As Barbie headed for the blond vision of Asgardian manhood, fingering herself, Ken, staring at T'Challa's exotic body, stripped himself naked as well. He and his wife were ecumenical when it came to choosing bed partners—and when it came to sharing them. Neither of these two heroes had had a clue that they would be pleasuring both wife AND husband before the night was out, and T'Challa's eyes really popped out of his head when he figured out Ken's meaning.
Barbie climbed up onto the bed and ran her hands, curiously and assessingly, across the muscular expanse of blond male beauty. Thor was astounded at how skilled she was at playing his body. She was more knowledgeable than any of his previous clients had been—and better than most other mortal women truth be told. In short order she took her cum donor from preparedness to eagerness to desperation.
"Yes," the Storm God gasped as Barbie ran a hand up his flank towards his left pectoral. "So good. Please, let me fill you, Barbie. Let Thor give you his ball juice. Let me give you a beautiful baby."
The woman abandoned Thor's hard nipples and instead cupped his nuts again. The application of pressure made him gasp, and his Asgardian dick leapt of its own accord.
"Please," he begged.
"We gals always used to wonder," Barbie said as she pressed a kiss on the little mouth at the tip of Thor's shaft, "what you were hiding under your costume. And frankly, I have no idea how you managed it."
"Asgardian technology," Thor gasped as she tongued around his corona. "Or as far as Midgard is concerned, magic."
Why in the name of Frey and Freya were they talking about clothing when there was serious fucking to be done?
Barbie teased Thor's foreskin up over his cockhead before sliding it back down. The horny god could do nothing but whine, so whine he did.
"I never thought your cock would be this fine," Barbie said as she continued to masturbate the big dick.
"Ah. Ah. Ah!" Thor moaned as she teased a tear of precum out of his piss-slit. "Please!"
"What? Don't tell me I've got you to the breaking point already. I'm having such fun," the woman tittered. "First, though, I think you ought to get me going."
She came to her knees and crawled up the bed, but as she did so Thor had a chance to check out how T'Challa was faring.
The black stud thrashed back and forth as Ken deepthroated the pride of Wakanda.
"Oh yes! Suck that Black dick!" T'Challa cried, oblivious to the fact it was a man blowing him. "Suck! My! Meat!"
Thor had no clue what kind of marriage these two had if this was acceptable. He himself was a one-girl-at-a-time guy. At least, he was when he wasn't enslaved in some high-tech fertility clinic.
Suddenly, Barbie parked her privates over top of his face and said, "Get to work, god-boy. Show Mama what that divine mouth can do!"
`If this is what it takes to get you to fuck me...,' Thor thought, and he applied his mouth, lips and tongue to the musky folds of her sex.
The slurping on the other bed doubled.
"Mmmm?" Thor mumbled, and Barbie laughed before scooting aside so the storm god could see that Ken and T'Challa were now engaged in an involved sixty-nine.
"Fuck," Thor whispered.
"What?" the woman said as she bent over to kiss her juices from the Asgardian's lips, "No, not fuck. Suck as in suck cock. Sixty-nine in fact. I wonder if the Black Panther has ever done anything of the sort before. And I wonder if you have. Tell me, does watching that hot man-on-man action get my pretty god ready and raring to go?"
A month ago, Thor would have said no. Loudly and firmly. But now, he had to admit that yeah, it did. That other time he'd been called up for a double, the woman had chosen Captain America, but she'd left her husband at home. Cap and the Asgardian had been on their backs, butt to butt, held in place by a two-headed butt-plug that filled both their holes. This client had teased them for at least an hour before deciding on Cap as her donor, but when she went to ride him, she had DPed herself, taking Cap up her pussy and Thor in her just-as-hot ass. Thor had never felt another man's cock up against his own, separated by just a few millimeters of flesh, and he was embarrassed at how good it had felt. The thunder god's shaft danced at the memory, and his bead of precum became a flow.
"Interesting," Barbie said, "You really are ready to lose it, aren't you?"
"So close," Thor moaned. "You should slow down if you want to keep playing, or stick the prostate stimulator in and let me inseminate you."
Barbie looked down at Thor, confused. She'd read porn where superheroes got raped into slavery, but she never thought to see the fantasy turned real. Still, here was the god of fucking thunder telling her how to use his body. Wow.
"If you do decide it's time," Thor groaned, "Do me a favor. Have Ken over there ram a prostate stimulator in T'Challa's ass and ride his cock at the same time. Then we can have a contest to see which of us cums first."
Barbie smiled, "That is a wicked idea there. It's almost genius. I guess it's obvious that Ken's been eager to park himself on that big black cock, and you want to watch while your buddy is put through his paces. Meanwhile, my pussy'll be working your shaft. Not only will you get to cum, but you'll get to see your friend made even more of a sex-slave than he already is. And I'll still have two hours for play while we wait for my test results."
"Yes... Mistress," Thor was playing up his cum-slave role.
"Honey?" the woman called to her husband, "Are you ready to go for a ride on your prize stud?"
"I'm ready for it if you are," he husband said, pulling up from T'Challa's crotch with cock-suck juices dripping from his chin.
"Let's do it then."
She retrieved the slick prostate stimulator from the bedstand and cautiously slid it into Thor's ass.
"Ah!" Thor gasped. He'd never get over how turned on he got from having his love nut vibrated into Valhalla while his cock worked out a load.
At the same time, Ken did same to T'Challa, and the Wakandan cried out. Thor felt for his friend. T'Challa had issues with the idea of giving up his seed, but giving it up into a man's ass would be even more problematic. Different cultures, Thor supposed. Well, too fucking bad.
Ken and Barbie both straddled their chosen studs, slid down their shafts, and began the sex ride of a lifetime.
"Fuck!" Thor howled as Barbie's cunt grasped his shaft. "Fuck me, mistress!"
"Ah!" T'Challa screamed. He'd had no idea how tight and warm a man's ass could be. Nor how good it would feel. Fuck! Maybe, if he ever got out of here...
It didn't take Thor long to crest. He felt inevitability zip up his urethra and screamed, "I'm cumming, Mistress! Take my god load!"
He didn't quite blow Barbie off his cock, but if she thought he'd been a bucking bronco before the orgasm, she now had something to compare it too.
Thor finally lapsed into an exhausted afterglow, and Barbie collapsed on top of him. The pride of Asgard looked over in time to witness T'Challa's own orgasm. It had taken a little longer, but the African stud cried out like the panther that was his namesake. His proud cock filled Ken's ass, and then he and Ken collapsed. After several minutes of relishing just lying there next to such and excellent fuck, the clients dismounted and removed the stimulators from the studs' assholes.
"Well, Barbie," Ken said, "We have two hours until testing. What do you want to do?"
"You mean like would I like to trade studs or would I rather play gin rummy? Take a guess, dear!"
Barbie crawled out of Thor's bed and headed for T'Challa's. At the same time Thor felt his legs being spread and watched Ken crawl up between them. The client applied himself first to Thor's fuck-slick cock, licking it clean of escaped cum and his wife's pussy juices, then he headed south towards the god's hefty balls.
"Mmm," Ken said as he rolled one testicle and then the other around in his mouth, "That's a lot of nut you've got there, Thor, baby. I could spend two hours just sucking these balls."
"Agh!" Thor moaned. Having his balls worshipped this way was something he'd learned about while roaming Midgard, and he approved of the humans' practice. But he hadn't ever had a man worship his jizz factories before. It made a difference. Ken clearly understood a man's sex better than his wife had, and she was a foreplay genius.
"Fuck," Thor groaned.
"Maybe later," Ken laughed, "But first..."
He let the divine testicles fall from his mouth and licked back over the god's taint. Thor squealed again, and then cried aloud as Ken's talented tongue reached the pucker of his ass.
"FUCK!" Thor cried out as Ken proceeded to eat the god out, working the tight muscle, teasing it, and maybe getting it ready for penetration. (Ken hadn't yet decided.)
"Mmm," Ken hummed. "You are one tight motherfucker, Thor. Are you a virgin maybe?"
Thor knew well and good that he wasn't, not after his capture, but he avoided answering by groaning again and wriggling his butt onto the probing tongue. Ken was so turned on, that he couldn't give up eating the hot hole no matter whether Thor had been a virgin or not.
A cry from the other bed drew both Thor's and Ken's attention, and the glanced over to see Barbie sliding her ass down T'Challa's big meat while simultaneously fingering herself.
"Fuck," Ken said, impressed, and leaving Thor's taunt fuck-hole, the client began to kiss his way up Thor's sweaty body.
"Oh gods, Ken," Thor sighed as the man's tongue licked north across his abs, heading towards his broad chest.
Nipple play was proving to be as much of a turn-on as getting his ass eaten, and, as before, Ken proved to be an accomplished master. Thor's nips, already stiff, became rock-hard, and the god wasn't sure how he wasn't cutting Ken's lips and tongue as he worked them over.
"By the gods, Ken, you are making me feel so fucking good!" Thor sighed.
"Excellent," Ken said with an edge to his voice, "Because now it's time for you to pay me back."
"Pay?" Thor groaned, and Ken left off his tit-sucking to straddle Thor's chest.
Taking his all-too-mortal cock in hand, Ken pointed his meat at Thor's face.
"Suck me, Thor. Suck my cock."
Thor stared at the single dripping eye that was staring him down as well. The Asgardian had had his own dick sucked before, so he knew the mechanics. He had absolutely no experience at sucking cock himself, though.
"Open your mouth," Ken directed, and Thor did.
Slowly, gently, the bullet head entered the god's mouth, but Ken stopped it with little more than a couple of inches inserted.
"Keep your teeth back and use your tongue on the cluster at the base of my cockhead, Thor. Yeah! Like that! Lick it! Oh yeah. Now flutter your tongue back and forth across it. Yeah, so good! You are one sweet cocksucker!"
The praise made Thor swell with pride, and he followed Ken's subsequent directions to the letter. Soon he was sucking dick like the king of the rent-boys.
His eyes open, Thor watched Ken closely to gauge how well he was doing at this new job, and from the look on Ken's face, Thor knew he was doing pretty damned good. The knowledge made him prouder still, and he did his best to bring off the man in his mouth.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing down there, Thor," Ken laughed. "You want my load?"
Thor spoke as well as he could around Ken's piece, "Oh yeah. Give it to me, Ken. Breed my mouth. Shoot your wad down my throat!"
"Beat your cock, Thor," Ken said. "I want you to shoot when I do."
Thor moved his hands for the first time since he'd been laid on the bed. Pulling his balls tight with one hand, he stroked his still-slimy shaft with the other.
"Oh fuck!" Thor moaned. "Fuck! Ken, I'm so close!"
"Same here, buddy. How close are you?"
"So... Damn... Fuck... I'm... KEN! FUUUUUUCCCKKK!" Thor howled as his balls emptied.
Thor's body shook as the sperm flew out of his dick, and at the same moment Ken rammed his cock back into Thor's mouth, forcing it into the top of the hero's throat before the shaft pulsed and pumped sperm down the suctioning channel.
One. Two. Three blasts, and then Ken pulled back and left the final spasms of his orgasm to paint Thor's tongue. Thor had been afraid he'd throw the client's load back up, but instead the taste of Ken's cum warmed him and invigorated him. So fucking good, and who would've imagined it. The taste made his Asgardian balls start working towards their next command performance.
The husband and wife team proved to be masters of driving men wild, and subsequently trading partners as the mood took them, the clients managed to tease out several hero loads before it was time for Barbie to test.
Unsurprisingly the test came back positive. Thor was going to be a father, again.
"Well, Ken, if we leave now we can make most of the Andersons' party. Or we could buy an additional session with these two."
Ken looked at his wife, and then at the enticingly masculine heroes, and back at his wife.
"You know, dear," he said, "Screw the Andersons. They'll have more parties, but I have a feeling we'll never get another chance to enjoy these hot bods."
After a short talk with the attendant, and it was settled. Thor and T'Challa watched as the seemingly insatiable clients walked towards them once more and, falling to their knees beside the beds, once more took the heroes' shafts into the mouths.
"Argh!"
It was so good! It was too good! And the desperate heroes cried out.
"Oh fuck, Ken. Barbie, fuck! No more! Please, no more!"
Not that it did the least bit of good.