As the now-subdued psyche of Captain Marvel faded into the background of Billy's mind, swallowed-up by his own super-ego, Billy was able to focus on the immense pleasure that Anti-Monitor's little beasties continued to instill in him, paralyzed and held captive as he was by them. For the first time ever, Billy felt what Cap had been enjoying all these years: real power, real strength, a masculine energy he had never experienced...not to mention the gargantuan rod that acted like some sort of super energy coil, each time the nanites brought him to an explosive climax. It wasn't that Billy was a bad person, it was just that he never knew a person could feel
this good!
Sensing the presence of a singular intelligence within the cloud of nanites surrounding him(and now inhabiting and suckling his every orifice!) he made a firm psychic effort to communicate with them sending out a sort of truce vibe. Remarkably, they responded to his vibe, easing their assault and even allowing Billy/Cap a bit of freedom from their paralytic state of bondage. Then seemingly out of nowhere, a sort of proposal was made to Billy whereas if he was to allow the nanites a certain sort of limited "symbiotic residence" in and around his body, Billy would be allowed to keep Cap at bay and possess his body indefinitely so long as he no longer interfered in Anti-Monitors inter-dimensional affairs.
It took less than a millisecond for the virile boy to make his decision and suddenly he felt himself released from their control. They also dissipated, sucking into the depths of Billy/Cap's suit and body. To Billy/Cap it was like a huge shot of some stimulant drug as they infused his super body with spine-tingling speed. Billy smiled as be feigned defeating the nanites in a sort of pseudo-fighting dance. To the onlookers and his fellow hero buds it all looked legit, and they all rushed to Billy/Cap's aide in the aftermath. As Billy smiled and received their congratulations on his victory(in spite of his rather lude display) the handsome form of Captain Marvel rose-up in his minds-eye, still trapped in the murky tar-trap that the nanites had encased him in. His face was a map of helpless appeal and hopeful pleading, his gaze reaching up to Billy like the snout of a needy puppy...Billy smiled inwardly at his former master and mentor and once again shoved the big red oaf back down into the depths of his own ego to ponder eternity in the embrace of Anti-Monitor's relentless rubbering nanites.
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