Glowing Globs of Gloved Grooviness!!!

Like a glove...That was how Cap thought the tight yellow nanites felt and they bore down on his drooling phallus.  Already the evil things had milked him like a cow before the assembled masses who watched in awe and horror as their ultimate savior, their masculine ideal, their hero had been reduced to the most basest of emotions, the lowest of behaviors: pure, unbridled, animal...lust.  A mindless drooling muscle beast ejaculating huge gouts of super sperm to be dispersed and consumed by the ravenous nanites in a cloud of buzzing triumph. 

Captain Marvel drifted in and out of consciousness, now considering his predicament, now indulging in the sexual miasma that swirled around his thickly muscled body.  Indeed, it seemed as if his mind was now detached from the amazing body of Captain Marvel, as if he was now Billy Batson and somehow enjoying the sexual humiliation of Captain Marvel...as if he himself were and active and willing participant in the hero's brutal deflowering: Billy liked what was being done to the helpless Captain Marvel!!!  This bizarre sexual duality threatened to tear his super-psyche and twinned bodies apart in a paroxysm of devastating masculine arousal.