Man-fuel Makes For Marvel-lust Action

It was like a dream come true: Finally he was in the drivers seat!  From the beginning of this stupid superhero odyssey, Billy the man/boy had been pushed aside each time he/they became Captain Marvel...never feeling what it was like to be in control of this amazing body, to be endowed with not just man-parts but with a magical, heroic, masculine, muscled male vessel of the most universally superior make!  And it was awesome. 

The sensations that Billy felt coursing through Caps hyper-sensitive body were just off the scale!  Granted, he was feeling these things because somehow the Anti-monitors nanites had made Cap their prisoner and had ravaged HIS mind to the brink of a "psychic break", but Billy had wasted no time rushing in to fill the gap with his adolescent longing and youthful sex-drive.  If anything, the nanites had sensed his dual presence and reinforced his desire to control the "big red cheese" who ran the show during hero hours...It was clear that things would be different once Billy broke free of his captivity. 

Meanwhile Billy's mind was being completely blown, among other things, as the creeping crawling seething nanites crept deeper up his anus and suckled his super-sensitive nipples.  If anything the crimson suit that encased his entire body seemed to enhance the powerful sensations that ran over his skin like electric shocks.  Now they seemed to be making their way into his yellow boots, tickling and stimulating his sensitive toes and the soles of his big feet. Billy didn't know whether to giggle with pleasure or gasp in the throes of adolescent lust.  Instead, his huge rod rose up and shot the sixth load of the day. 

Somewhere way back in the back of his mind Billy Batson could feel Cap, like a noble hero in the distance, struggling to the surface, trying to regain control of their single body to defeat these creatures that had caused his very personal public humiliation.  Having none of it, Billy looked inward and with a strong thrust of his own youthful psyche, he shoved the big red oaf back down into the murky depths of their mind, sending Cap reeling back into the pits of dark desire, which waited like so much sticky tar to keep the hero imprisoned like the lumbering dinosaur that he was.  To complete the vision, Billy could see the muscled, god-like form of Cap struggling as sticky black tar crept up his big calves and thighs, sucking him down, enveloping him, holding him in its irresistible grasp.