KCHOOM.  I rocket out of Kent’s wiener toward my long-awaited destiny.  I’m Kent21909348, one of billions of sperm in his Spermatazoic Marine Corps.  Pretty soon, I’m gonna make it to the egg and fulfill my calling.  My raison d’être is to become a fully formed human, and while I love my brother sperm, I’ll be damned if I let any of them get in my way. 

A few seconds in, I sense something’s off.  Everything around us is moist and soft, but it’s different from what the briefings described.  I can’t put my finger on it…

Suddenly, another sperm shouts, “We’re in a mouth—he shot us into a FUCKING MOUTH!”

In the blink of an eye, millions of sperm go from sprinting forward, to wriggling as hard as they can in the other direction.  Holy shit—there’s the uvula, looming over us like some evil fucking punching bag. 

I’m already tired from my initial sprint.  Now I’m fighting for my fucking survival.  Exhaustion metastasizes throughout my body, weighing me down with soul-killing fatigue. 

“SWIM HARDER!” a fellow sperm shouts.  “SHE’S GOING TO SWALL—”

GALUMPH.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Ten million sperm go down the hatch.  I fight back tears as their dying screams echo off the gums.  A Spermatazoic Marine meets my eyes, then shakes his head in a gesture of utter defeat.  I can’t believe it—it’s First Sergeant Kent93875604, one of the hardest sons of bitches to ever spawn from a testicle.  If he’s given up, we are well and truly fucked.

“I’m sorry, Kent21909348, I can’t keep going.  I—”

GALUMPH.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

He just disappeared into the goddamn void.  As I glance around, I’m struck by dread—there’s only a hundred of us left.  Even if we make it out through the teeth, there’s no way in hell we’ll make it back to the balls.

Fuck it.  No options left.  I open my eReader to a Kent Wayne novel, activating its mind-bending reality distortion powers.  Magic flash. 

I’m teleported out of the hellish mouth-hole—now I’m rocketing through the air with a billion other sperm.  A split-second in, Kent yells, “No, don’t point it at my FACE—” and then a lady screams, “I’m sorry!  My hand cramped up and—”

We deluge Kent with its own damn Nasties.  Rope after rope of smelly goo lands right in his eye, splashing into his mouth and blasting up through his nose. 

“ACK!  THBBT!  SWEET FUCKING JESUS!”

As he flails and thrashes, ineffable joy rises up from within—we’re giving this dickhead a taste of his own medicine.  Fuck you, Kent.  You deserve this for killing us by the literal billions, sending wave after wave of us into mouths and buttholes, wads of tissues and unwashed socks.  I hope you burn, motherfucker.  I hope you—

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“Look at these he-Whore!”  Wonder Woman grabs my pecs, gives them both an appreciative heft, then sticks her tongue out for the camera as Lois snaps a couple pics.  “Tight like bongos!”  She drums them with horned-up coke-powered energy.

“Damn straight!”  Lois snorts a line off the top of my wiener.  “And look at this SCROTE!”  She gives it a tug, grabs hold and motorboats—BLBLBLBLBLBLBLBL—then raises her fists in a boxer’s guard.  “Like a couple a’ volleyballs in a burlap sack!  Imma use it for a goddamn speedbag!”

“Whoa!  Hey!”  I cup my nuts and take a quick step back.  “Easy on the volleyballs—that wasn’t included on the Man Whore Menu!”

“You’re no fun.”  She crosses her arms and pouts in disappointment.  “Whatever—gimme dat ASS!”  She grabs my hams and sinks her teeth in a buttcheek.

“OW!  Hey!”  I skip-hop away and clutch my rump.  “Easy!”  (These ladies are NUTS!)

“WHERE’S THE MAN WHORE???”  Catwoman busts in and cracks her whip.  “LET’S SEE THAT WOMB-HAMMER!”  She cracks her whip three more times, causing me to yelp and instinctively flinch. 

I raise my hands in a conciliatory gesture.  “All right ladies, let’s all take it down a—”

Batman and Superman bust through the ceiling.  “There he is!”  Bats levels a finger at my face.  “The one who laughs at our small-penised rage!”

“I KNEW it!” Superman’s eyes glow heat-vision red.  “We talked about this, Lois!”

My horned-up clients scatter like roaches. 

“Uh…hi.”  I wave with one hand and cup my peen with the other.  No dice—it bounces and dangles between my knees.  “Just gonna…”  I shuffle-step backward.  “I’m gonna GO.”

Superman turns into a blue-red blur.  Suddenly, he’s right behind me, shutting the door and blocking the exit.  Batman chucks a wire-lined batarang, wrapping me in coils of flexi-sectioned metal. 

 “You’ve done more damage than Joker, Luthor, and Darkseid combined.”  He cracks his knuckles and strides toward me.

“How the fuck is an orgasm DAMAGE?” I rage.  “Just because you two are packing the equivalent of a hamster-tail, made of some cheap-ass Temu-ordered extra-narrow silly-string—”

“SHUT IT!”  Superman zaps my bare naked ass.  As I jump and squeal, he tries (but fails) to stifle his agonized sobs. 

Batman draws an extra-long Batarang.  Wicked shine glides across its edge, then culminates and twinkles off its extra-sharp tip.  “After I decapitate your monstrous wiener, I’ll mount the head in the Batcave, next to the dinosaur and the giant fucking penny.”

Shit.  SHIT.  I didn’t sign up for this.  I’m just a working-class Man Whore, trynna keep the lights on and put food on the table.  Fuck it.  No options left.  So I fall/dive onto my side, allowing me to reach inside my crumpled pants and open my eReader to a Kent Wayne novel, activating its mind-bending reality distortion powers.  Magic flash. 

“Fucking turds!”  Martha Stewart jumps out of an interdimensional portal and hunches over like Wolverine, ready to go ape-shit crazy on a horde of disposable goons.  “You think you can bully my favorite Man Whore???  Try it against somebody your own damn power level!”  Her gaze kindles with demon-fired blaze. 

Batman and Superman start walking backward, holding their arms out in a lets-take-it-easy gesture.  “No problem, Martha.”  Superman chuckles nervously.  “Everyone knows you mastered the Dark Arts.  We’ll just be on our way and—”

“THE FUCK YOU WILL!” Martha roars.  She grabs me around my waist, then chucks me backward in a vicious suplex.  At the peak of her throw, she squeezes the base of my hole-widening dick, instantly making it rock fucking hard.  Her timing is perfect—my wiener pierces Superman’s eye, bursting it open like an overripe grape. 

“AAAGHHH!”  He sinks to his knees and clutches the air, fingers trembling in what-the-fuck horror.

Batman turns and tries to run, but she swings my dick in a short tight arc, tripping him with the pleasingly dark-colored shaft.  He rolls to and fro as she slashes my wiener up and down, cracking tile and the concrete beneath.  Bats scrambles to his feet, Martha threatens him with the swollen tip—

—“NOT IN THE FACE!”  He shields his mug with crossed forearms—

But it was all just a fake:  she yanks his skull onto my quivering peen, sending it through his left ear and out through his right. 

“Gave him an earful!”  She dusts off her hands and cackles gleefully.  “Get it?  Earful!  HA!”  She slaps her knee and howls with mirth.

Jesus.  CHRIST. 

Kent Wayne wins again…I think?

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