Chapter Six: Funny Boner

Peter had gone through with it. He was now an official collector for Hammerhead. "My first mission wasn't so bad… I guess," he thought to himself as the limousine pulled up in front of his Aunt May's house. "At least it had a… happy ending."

Just as Peter was about to get out of the vehicle, "Hold on, kid," Hammerhead spoke up. He then reached into the bag of jewelry and pulled out a nice diamond necklace. "Here," he said, tossing it towards Peter. "That's your commission for today's fine work. You can give it to your Aunt May, or better yet, sell it and get a better place to live. This place is a dump."

Peter snatched the necklace out of the air and then stuck it in his pocket. He wasn't quite sure of what he might do with it just yet. He certainly knew Aunt May could use the money, especially since Uncle Ben had left her.

And then, just as he was about to walk away- "You were born to do this type of freelance work, kid," Hammerhead told him. "Plus, I can tell that you and Sable will get along quite nicely; much better than her last partner, anyway."

Peter wondered what he meant by that, but he didn't stick around long enough to ask. He just simply continued walking towards the front door.

"I'll see ya tomorrow after school!" Hammerhead yelled out the window as the limousine drove away.

"At least he's going to allow me to go to school this time," Peter muttered under his breath.

As soon as Peter walked through the front door, May ran up to him and gave him a big hug. "Oh, thank God you are okay! I was worried sick about you!" she cried. "The school said you left before class got started. They said you were taken away at gunpoint. But when I called the police, they told me not to worry about it. I didn't understand what was going on."

Peter was surprised that the police didn't try doing anything. He figured it was because several of the officers enjoyed having the Hollywood experience Hammerhead offered them.

"It's okay, Aunt May… I mean… May. Nothing happened to me," he reassured her, patting her on the back.

"Whose limo was that?" she asked, continuing to hold on tight. "Was that…?" she paused. "...Hammerhead's limo? Does this have something to do with your Uncle Ben?"

Peter shook his head as if to say no. He wasn't quite sure how to explain what was going on. "It was…" Peter then paused for a moment himself. "...It wasn't anyone," he fibbed. "I will have to explain it all to you when I figure it all out myself."

May knew it was Hammerhead's limo, but she didn't say anything. She also knew Peter was probably involved in some shady things, but she didn't say anything about that either. She just simply held him tightly, glad she still had someone to hold. She knew she also had some explaining to do about what happened while Peter was sleeping, but she didn't want to bring it up at that moment. Just like Peter said, it will have to be explained when she figures it all out.

The next morning, Peter woke up ready to finally get a chance to check out more of his web-slinging abilities. He hadn't had much of a chance lately with all the new things going on and he was hoping to use the webs to swing his way to school. However, as soon as he stepped outside,

"Hey, Pete!" Mary Jane called out, waving to him from her front porch. She then ran over to his side. "What happened at school yesterday?" she asked, staring at him with a concerned facial expression. "Everyone at school said you were kidnapped at gunpoint."

"Um…" Just as Peter was about to say something-

VROOM-VROOM! Flash Thompson pulled up in front of the house, revving his motor. Flash noticed MJ talking to Peter.

"Well, well, well. It looks like the nerd is still alive!" Flash yelled out. "Everyone at school thought you would be found in a ditch somewhere! Hell, I even had ten bucks on it!"

MJ sighed when Flash said that. Peter could tell she actually cared about him.

"Peter was just about to tell me what happened yesterday," MJ informed Flash.

"Well… Hurry it up then! We have to get to school!" Flash demanded.

MJ turned to look back at Peter. "Hey. Why don't you explain everything to me on the way to school? You can ride along with Flash and I," she insisted.

Flash wasn't too happy about her offering to give him a ride. Peter wasn't very happy either. Not only did he hate Flash, but he also wanted to desperately try out his webbing.

"Maybe some other time," Peter responded.

"Nonsense!" MJ piped up, grabbing Peter by his arm. "You're riding with us, and I won't take no for an answer."

Peter couldn't say no, allowing MJ to pull him towards the car. Her touch was the only motivation he needed. Flash could only give Peter a mean stare as MJ opened the door, allowing Peter to get in the backseat.

"So… What happened to ya yesterday, nerd?" Flash asked in a shitty tone.

Peter had to think of something quick to say. "Um… It wasn't what it looked like. I didn't get kidnapped at gunpoint. It was my Uncle Ben playing a prank on me," he fibbed. "Ever since he and my aunt split up-"

"-Your uncle split up with your aunt?" Flash interrupted. "She's pretty hot for an old lady! Why would he go and do something stupid like that?"

MJ elbowed Flash in his ribs after he said that. "I'm sorry to hear about that, Pete. Please go on," she insisted.

"Well… Like I was saying… After they split up, my uncle wanted to show me his new place, but he didn't want to pick me up after school because he didn't want to see my aunt. So… he had someone else come to the school and take me."

"That's a weird way to introduce you to his new place," MJ said. "So… What did it look like?" she asked.

"What did it look like?" Peter replied, not sure of how to answer.

""Yeah. What does your uncle's new place look like?" MJ asked again.

"It… It looks decent... Medium size… I guess," Peter lied, not having seen his uncle ever since he saw him standing outside of the wrestling event.

Moments later, Flash pulled into the school parking lot, and the three of them got out of the car and went their separate ways.

Peter could feel all the eyes upon him as he walked through the halls of the school. To avoid questions, instead of heading to his locker, he chose to head straight for his first period science class.

As soon as Peter entered the classroom, the substitute teacher showed a fearful expression on his face, remembering what had just happened to him yesterday when he was backhanded by Hammerhead. Peter began walking up to him because he wanted to apologize for what happened, plus he wanted to ask about Miss Basinger, but as soon as Peter took a step towards him-

"Fuck this! I don't get paid enough!" the substitute teacher exclaimed, quickly leaving the classroom.

That reaction surprised Peter. "Hammerhead is the one who hit him, not me," he thought to himself. Then he turned to one of his classmates, "Why hasn't Miss Basinger been coming to class?"

"Haven't you heard? Miss Basinger is pregnant," the boy informed him.

At that moment, MJ was just leaving the bathroom, which was right next to the science class, and she saw Peter talking to his classmate. She wanted to wave to him, but his back was turned.

"Pregnant!?" Peter retorted, shocked by the news. "I didn't realize she wasn't single."

"She is single," the boy informed him. "Rumor has it, she got knocked up by a student at this school."

Peter's eyes widened. "Who do they think she got pregnant by?"

"Nobody knows. I'm willing to bet she got knocked up by Flash Thompson. That lucky bastard gets all the pussy."

"Flash?" Peter asked. "He's dating Mary Jane."

"Mary Jane is just another notch on his bedpost," the boy proclaimed. "Can you imagine what it must've been like when he got inside that fine pussy?"

When MJ heard that, she was about to walk in and say something, but before she could-

"Don't talk about MJ like that!" Peter demanded, lifting the boy up with one arm and pinning him against the wall. "She's not like that! Flash should feel lucky having someone like her as his girlfriend!"

MJ was taken aback by the way he protected her honor. She was now about to approach the two of them, but once again, before she could, the principal walked into the room.

"Peter Benjamin Parker! Put that student down! Right now!" he demanded.

Peter quickly did what he was told. His own behavior surprised him. It was as if he reacted instinctively.

"Come with me!" The principal continued. "We need to have a chat in my office!"

MJ stepped back into the bathroom for a moment because she didn't want Peter to know she was eavesdropping. But as the two of them passed by, MJ went back into the science class.

The boy who was talking shit about her was surprised when he saw her quickly approaching him with a deathly stare.

MJ walked right up to him and kicked him in his nuts. "That's what you get, you bastard!" she blurted, watching the boy cringe over in pain. "And by the way, Flash hasn't even gotten to second base!" she informed him as she walked out of the classroom.

After receiving a scolding from the principal, Peter was sent to In-School-Suspension because the principal figured it was best if Peter didn't interact with anyone else for the remainder of the school day. Peter didn't mind. He figured it would give him a chance to think about the recent news he found out about Miss Basinger being pregnant. "How could that be?" he wondered to himself. "First, Hammerhead said three of his prostitutes were pregnant, and now, Miss Basinger?" Then another thought crossed his mind, "What if Black Cat and Silver Sable are pregnant also? Could everyone he has had sex with suddenly be pregnant?"

Later that day, as school was letting out, Peter was released from In-School-Suspension. He couldn't wait to get out of the building because that meant he could finally test out his webbing some more.

MJ noticed Peter rushing out the door, and she wanted to thank him for sticking up for her during first period. However, just as Peter made it outside, Hammerhead's limo was waiting for him.

The door of the limo opened up. "Get in, kid. We have some urgent business to attend to," Hammerhead announced.

"Ugh," Peter sighed.

As Peter was getting into the limo, he noticed Sable wasn't there. "Where is Silver Sable?" he asked.

"Crazy thing. She said she wasn't feeling good today," Hammerhead informed him. "I don't think she has ever called in sick before."

Peter instantly felt a bad vibe come over him.

Hammerhead gave Peter a stare. "You guys didn't do anything, did you? You know, have sex?"

Peter shook his head from side to side. "N-No… W-We just met yesterday." Then, he quickly changed the subject. "So, what is the assignment you have for me today?"

"One of my call-girls hasn't reported back to me for a few days. She's my Margot Robbie look-alike. I paid out a lot of money for that plastic surgery. I found out she's been seeing a guy by the name of Jack. Apparently, they are hiding out in some old amusement park. I'm going to need you to go in and bring her to me. But be careful. I heard that Jack guy is a crazy son of a bitch."

"Oh, great," Peter thought to himself.

Moments later, the limo pulled up in front of the abandoned carnival grounds and Peter got out.

As he entered the park, he first started looking around near the buildings, which might have once been used for a haunted house or fun houses. When looking in one of the fun houses, he thought he heard someone talking, so he continued walking towards the voices. That brought him to a mirror maze, where he could see himself in almost every mirror. Some had him looking very skinny, others made him look fat. Some made him seem short, others tall.

Finally, after making it through the maze, he entered a room full of mannequins dressed up to look like clowns. They didn't have much dust on them, so he knew they must have been dressed up recently.

Just then, his spider-sense started tingling. That's when he realized the room he entered was a trap. But before he could react, green smoke began filling up the entire room. He tried to hold his breath, but the smoke was concentrated with a sleeping agent, and before he knew it, everything went dark and he was passed out on the floor.

When he woke up, he found himself bound to a chair with ropes and handcuffs. As he gazed around the room, he noticed there were several mannequins dressed up in jester's outfits. There was also a long red carpet, and at the end of it sat a large purple throne. Sitting at the throne was a woman wearing a jester's outfit of her own. She also had a large baseball bat in her hand. She was no doubt the Margot Robbie look-alike, dressed up to look just like Harley Quinn from the Suicide Squad movies, white makeup and all.

Harley Quinn stood up, and then began walking towards Peter, dragging her baseball bat along the red carpet. She then came face to face with Peter.

"You're a tough kid. Most people would have still been sleeping after getting hit with that much knockout gas, or possibly... dead," she grinned. "But don't worry, when Puddin' gets back, he will make sure he finishes you off."

Peter began trying to get himself freed, but the ropes around his legs were too strong and the handcuffs had his arms trapped tightly behind his back.

"Aww… Look at you, trying so hard to get loose. You're even starting to sweat a little," Harley made mention.

Just then, Harley started to feel funny. Suddenly, she was finding Peter irresistibly attractive. She then looked down and noticed the bulge in his pants. "What do we have down here?" she asked, licking her lips with anticipation.

Harley put her hands directly on the bulge and began massaging Peter's penis through his pants. She could feel it growing with every stroke.

Harley knelt down on both knees and began to unzip his pants. She then reached in and began pulling his penis out. Her eyes became enlarged when she saw how big it was. "Wow-wee! It's almost as big as my Louisville Slugger!" she declared. "Let me get this thing lubed up for us," she insisted, grabbing hold of his penis with both hands and spitting on the head. She then began bobbing her head up and down, trying to put the penis in her mouth as far as she could, nearly choking on it. Peter could feel her tonsils as she sucked.

After getting it nice and wet, she stood back up and proceeded to pull off her tight red and black shorts. Peter couldn't help but look at her perfect hips and her nicely shaved pussy. She then straddled Peter and began rubbing her clit up and down his shaft, her pussy juice pouring out.

After that, she stood up and positioned his huge cock in between her legs and then slowly lowered herself down, allowing his penis the opportunity to fit inside her tight pussy.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. "I've never had anything this big inside of me before."

Peter couldn't believe how tight she was. He had no idea a prostitute could have a pussy that felt so good. Then he started to think about what had happened to everyone else he had sex with. "Be careful. I don't want to get you pregnant," he pleaded.

Harley wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying. All she could do was enjoy the feeling as she continued bouncing up and down on his gigantic cock.

She was enjoying it so much that she pulled off her shirt, allowing Peter to see her perky breasts. She then put them in his face, allowing him to motor-boat them. Peter was happy to be obliged.

She then put her leg up, showing off how flexible she was, and in one swift motion, she managed to spin around in a reverse cowgirl position.

Peter was in awe of how perfect of an apple-bottom she had. She placed her hands on his thighs and slowly moved her pelvis up and down, letting Peter feel every stroke. "Oh! I'm about to cum!" she moaned loudly. Peter could feel her pussy tightening as she was getting off.

Harley then lifted herself off of him, knelt back down. "It's your turn to get off," she declared as she opened her mouth wide and began sucking.

Peter wasn't sure how he was going to get himself out of this mess. Jack would surely kill them both if he came back and saw what was going on. That's when he realized the only way he might get away was if he came directly in Harley's mouth, hoping she wouldn't be able to take the force of his cum.

He began concentrating on how good the inside of her mouth felt, her tongue doing circular patterns on the head. That's when he began to feel the tingling sensation in his balls.

"Oh, yeah! Don't stop! I'm so close!" he demanded, knowing he was almost there.

And then-

SPLOOSH! He came so hard that it caused Harley to fly backwards, the rest of the sticky, web-like splooge spraying all over her body, trapping her on the ground.

He then began wiggling his legs free of the rope. After that, he picked the chair up and walked over to Harley. He spotted the key to the handcuffs and reached down to grab it, and then quickly unlocked the cuffs.

Once completely freed, he pulled Harley out of the semen, picked her up over his shoulder, and carried her out to Hammerhead's limo.

"Here she is," Peter said, placing her inside the limo.

"Nice job, kid," Hammerhead congratulated Peter. He then noticed the sticky white stuff on her body. "What the hell did you do to her?" he asked. "It looks like you came all over her perfect, high-priced tits I bought her."

"What can I say… She wasn't coming easy, so I had to do whatever I could to get her out here."