HAWKMAN "COLLECTED"! - Faux Novel Cover and Short Story! (Patreon)

The Collector studied the diminutive, winged creature in the palm of his enormous hand.  

The being was a humanoid. Male.

His torso was bare, with perfect abdominal muscles and thick pectorals which were covered in soft hair and crowned with a sweet pair of perky, rosy nipples.   

His arms were rippling with muscle, and the jaw protruding from beneath the avian-themed helmet promised a most handsome.  

With powerfully defined legs, and what was no doubt an impressive endowment, given the size of the package between his muscular thighs, this little male’s body was obviously coursing with great power.  

His wings were clearly quite powerful, and the Collector didn’t doubt that, given the chance, this “Hawkman” could put up quite a struggle and cause him a lot of trouble, despite their size difference.  

The all-powerful alien entity smiled, pleased indeed with his new acquisition. He rubbed the small hero’s crotch appreciatively all the while spreading his legs with his giant fingers. This drew a moan from the inert, rugged hero.  

“Quite a lovely specimen, you are! I don’t typically pluck males from other universes, but what can I say? When I saw you, I simply had to have you!”  

The Collector continued rubbing Hawkman’s crotch, intensifying the pressure exerted by his enormous index finger.  

Carter Hall opened his eyes. He felt weak and disoriented and in no way able to put up a struggle. Upon seeing the giant visage which grinned down at him, his heart-rate quickened. He was suddenly aware of the pressure upon his groin.  

“H...hey”, Carter rasped, weakly. “”Get your… big finger off my junk!”  

Hawkman attempted to rise, and was instantly rewarded with a powerful slap from the Collector. Not strong enough to damage, but certainly forceful enough to daze and discourage.  

BWAPP!  

“UNNNFF!” gasped Hawkman, slumping backwards anew into the Collector’s sweaty palm.  

“I don’t believe so, little Hawkman. I have you exactly where I want you. You are now a part of my collection, and I don’t think I’ll be letting you go anytime soon!”  

Carter struggled with the Collector’s words. What did he mean “part of his collection”? He wished his brain weren’t so foggy, and labored to clear the cobwebs.  

The Collector’s index finger slipped in front of Carter’s fuzzy navel, and slid down beneath the waistband of his costume. Hawkman was suddenly panicked!  

The monstrously large entity seemed pleased as he wiggled the tip of his finger beneath the fabric of  Carter’s clothing, enjoying the sensation of the muscular hero’s pubic hair upon his skin.  

Still too weak to physically protest, Carter could only make empty threats.  

“Stop that… right now! I swear, I’ll break you in half if you… UUUNNF…”  

The Collector’s finger had pushed further beneath the garment, landing upon Carter’s testicles. The being pressed quite hard, sending a shard of discomfort through the powerless hero.  

Suddenly, the finger tore away, taking with it Hawkman’s uniform. His spandex trunks ruined, Carter felt suddenly extremely vulnerable, his chiseled, hairy legs spread apart, with a growing erection between them.  

The Collector cruelly flicked at Carter’s cock until it was a raging pillar of rock- solid flesh.  

Just when Carter thought it couldn’t possible get any worse, the entity stuck it’s grotesque tongue out of it’s mouth. Saliva dribbled all over the diminutive hero’s exposed frame, matting his hair body hair to his skin. Within seconds, the tongue was all over him. Licking between his legs, rubbing his hardon, rolling his balls on its tip, lapping at his abs, and slobbering all over his tits.  

Carter gritted his teeth! He could only hold his breath as the horrible organ explored every square inch of his masculine form.  

And when the tongue withdrew, that damned index finger came back. And this time, it found Carter’s anus!  

Hawkman yowled in shock and surprise as he was penetrated. Never had he had anything inside of him this way, never mind something this large. Unprepared and unaccustomed, he shuddered.

It took very few thrusts for Carter to cum. Within moments, the fallen hero ejaculated violently all over himself.  

“UUAAARRGGH! UUAAHHOOH! HHNNNGHNH!!!”

The Collector drank in Carter’s beauty and vulnerability as he forced him to climax.  When it was all over and the hero had spent much of the cream stored within his plump, hairy orbs, his new master spoke.   

“A beautiful sight, little Hawkman. You are certainly pleasing to the eyes. Let’s clean you up and introduce you to your new playmates. The Taro Demon and the Vardan barbarian will be eager to meet and play with you.”  

And the enormous tongue returned, eager to taste Hawkman’s spilled semen. And while the Collector squealed happily, licking his greedy chops, Carter Hall vowed to regain his strength and to teach this alien mother-fucker a lesson he would never forget.  

THE END!  

ILLUSTRATION & COVER LAYOUT: Patrick Fillion

COLORS: Cabrera & Fillion

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