RJ pulled up to the warehouse on the outskirts of town, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never done anything like this before, but the allure of easy money and the thrill of playing a superhero had been too much to resist. He adjusted his skintight costume in the rearview mirror, making sure everything was in place before stepping out of the car.
Inside, he was greeted by a burly director with a no-nonsense attitude. "You must be RJ," he said, sizing him up with a critical eye. "Listen, kid, you're playing a superhero who's been captured by a gang of criminals. Got it?"
RJ nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He was led to the set, where he saw five well-endowed black men lounging around in gang attire. They eyed him up and down, leering at his costume and the bulge in his crotch.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" one of them said, a particularly large and intimidating man. "Looks like our captive pussy is here."
RJ tried to protest, but his words were muffled by the mask. "Don't worry, pretty boy," the man continued, "we'll still be able to hear your moans."
The man roughly grabbed RJ's crotch, squeezing and groping through the thin fabric of the costume. RJ tried to pull away, but he was tied up too tightly.
"I think he's enjoying this," another man said, grinning. "Look at that bulge in his pants."
The other gang members joined in, each taking turns to grope and tease RJ. They made crude comments about his body, his "tight little ass," and his "eager mouth."
RJ felt a mix of fear and excitement as the gang members continued to touch him. He had never been with a man before, but there was something thrilling about being at their mercy.
The leader of the gang stepped forward again, this time with a wicked gleam in his eye. "We're going to have some fun with you, superhero," he said, grabbing RJ's head and forcing it towards his crotch.
RJ tried to resist, but the man's grip was too strong. He felt the man's cock, already hard and throbbing, against his lips. He tried to pull away, but the man's grip was unyielding.
The other gang members watched, cheering and jeering as RJ sucked the man off. They made bets on how long he'd last, and whether he'd be able to take all of them.
RJ felt humiliated, but there was also something strangely thrilling about being used like this. He had never felt so powerless, and yet there was a strange allure to it.
The man roughly face-fucked RJ, grunting and moaning as he got closer to climax. RJ could feel his own cock throbbing in response, despite his best efforts to stay focused.
Finally, the man pulled out, cumming all over RJ's mask. The other gang members cheered, congratulating him on a job well done.
RJ felt a mixture of relief and disappointment, wondering what would come next. He had never felt so powerless, and yet he had never been so turned on.
"Well, well, well, looks like our little superhero likes it rough," the leader said, grinning. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together."
RJ could only whimper in response, wondering what the rest of the day had in store for him.
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