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Jason Mendez is solid like a rock. He has an eight pack and solid rock. He calls himself Slate. He's a Puerto Rican former marine from Grand Island City. He has chestnut eyes, and dark tan skin. Slate is 32-years-old with a square jaw. He cut his hair and has a bald head. The look works for him. He's 5'9 but built and in super shape.
Tony, "The Intern" paces back and forth in the lab. Slate is nervous. He knows it's time to fight. The time has come. Tony talks.
"This isn't like any other mission. You could get hurt." Tony said.
"It's time to suit up," Slate said.
"Which suit?"
"The classic."
The classic Slate is a dark gray, like a slate. Suiting up is swift and Slate can do it alone but Tony, aka The Intern learned swift.
"He's tough. I'm nervous," Tony said.
Ram, the villiian thrives on testosterone. His name is based on this. He drinks one gallon a day to keep himself strong. He kidnaps bodybuilders from gyms and milks them dry. He developed a serum that allows a male to produce a lot of cum rapidly. After he milks them for an hour he dumps them on the curb. Most men are embarrassed and don't go to the authorities. Slate and Ram despise each other. Slate tells Ram that he must stop abducting bodybuilders or else he must fight him. Ram is dangerous because he likes to see muscular men in pain, especially superheroes.
"Ram isn't holding Grand Island City hostage." Tony pleads. "This is just a stupid set up. At least go with Razor. Razor was Slate's partner in crime. He's tall, black and his muscles are raze cut. The two fought started out doing street crime. Then as the villains of Grand Island City increased the demand was there for superheroes. Slate made money doing appearances in magazines and fitness appearances. Slate was more outgoing and loved the attention. Razor felt Slate was bringing the duo too much attention. The villains hated them more and more. Razor retired and decided to leave the superhero game to discover himself for a while. The duo was just Slate and now The Intern.
"Grand Island City can't have Ram kidnapping people. He's dangerous and if I don't confront him he'll come after you."
"I can defend myself." Tony, The Intern said.
Tony was 21-years-old, and Slate's protege. he was slim and had a swimmers build. He held the operation together in a lot of ways as a tech geek. He was short, about five-seven and slender. He also developed a hero alias as The Intern. He had a dark navy blue suit with chrome trims. Slate didn't want to risk Tony, The Intern going on this mission.
Suit up time:
Slate stepped into the other room of the loft where the suits were. The suit fit like a second skin. It's a microfiber super but it looks like latex. Reinforced rubber supported the joints and elbows. The Intern looks in awe as Slate changes. Slate's muscular butt is visible and a thin zipper allows the butt pieces to stay secure. His buttocks is muscular but plump.
Slate's codpiece is defined and supported. The codpiece attached to the bodysuit. It has an anatomically correct front that is attached to the body suit. Slate's manhood is supported with a cock ring like piece. It keeps his dick in position. The testicles are covered in the silver codpiece and look like two globes. The problem with the codpiece is that it's more for comfort than protection. Slate did away with his metal codpiece because it weighed him down. The Intern designed the new codpiece to be light. Mayor Felton complained and was shocked when Slate was given the key to the city when he wore his new codpiece. The blogs picked it up and whether you loved it or hated it it, you couldn't miss it. The old codpiece was round but this new codpiece wasn't technically a cod piece. It was more like a cock and balls wrap. If Slate was horny his cock was even more front and center.
The Intern makes sure the hidden clasp is connected under the banus. Even though Slate isn't erect his manhood bulges out. There is a black belt which holds some of Slate's gadgets and smart phone device. The Intern secures the two nipple pieces that attach to the pec pieces. Anatomically correct pieces that look like raised silver dollars. They are shiny and metallic looking.
The suit up process takes about five minutes when The Intern helps.
"Well you're ready," The Intern says.
The two hug and Slate rubs his head. I'll be fine.
"Take the stealth bike," The Intern says. "If I don't hear from you I'm turn to Razor."
"No," Slate says. "I'll make this quick."
30 mins later:
Slate arrives at the trash pier in Stottey Island. While most if Grand Island City has gentrified its filthy areas. The abandoned Stottey piers remain abandoned, dirt and no one is around at night. Slate enters through a small hole to surprises Ram. He assumes Ram is probably draining a muscle man. Based on The Intern's intelligence and data the arrives at the lair.
He finds his way in the lair. It's beneath an old garbage facility in Stottey Island. One of the four islands that make up Grand Island City.
"I know you're here Slate," Ram said. The door shuts and a floodlight brighten the warehouse doc facility. It used to store trash.
"Let's just get this over with." Slate says.
Ram is in full armor. He has titanium studded knuckle plates and a helmet with real ram horns. Slate is depending on his speed to defeat him. Slate knows he can't out muscle Ram. He has never fought Ram directly. Once Ram swung at Slate and tried to ram his horns in Slate's abs. Slate did a back flip and backed away after the GIPD units disbanded Ram's serum factory. Ram escaped but decided to open up his chemist shop elsewhere.
Ram cracks his knuckles and then attempts his assault but Slate is swift. He moves out the way and jumps up.
"Swift I see," Ram says. Ram swings but misses Slate.
Slate ducks and attempts to trip Ram. It works. The behemoth falls and is on the ground.
Slate swift jumps on his face and kicks him. Ram, although strong begins to bleed from his mouth a little. Then he smiles. He stabs Slate with a long pointed needle. It's titanium and pierces Slate's nipple piece. Slate's left silver dollar nipple pops out of it's confided space through the rubber pieces. Slate continues to assault Ram. But he doesn't realize his mistake.
Another villain is there to destroy Slate. It's Pleasure. A former drag queen, Pleasure went insane. He's skinny, and scrawny and wears high boots. Pleasure is behind Slate in the background. Slate knows Pleasure is harmless. However he's sick and twisted. Pleasure was a chemist that developed serums and drinks to knock men out. Pleasure is flamboyant but with crazy make up and claws. He's a hot mess.
"You made it to play." Pleasure moves to grab Slate but Slate kicks him.
"Ahhhh." Pleasure screams as he falls.
"This ends now." Slate says.
"Oh does it?" Pleasure says. Pleasure stabs a siringe in Slate's pec.
"Look at you Slate. The serum is in your blood. We could have put anything in that titanium needle but we didn't. Ram wanted your blood to boil with a serum but I figured it was better to keep you alive. Look at your cock."
Slate was beginning to feel super sensitive. His cock was throbbing. The serum wasn't meant to kill him. It was meant to pleasure him. His codpiece could barely hold the nine inch Puerto Rican meat. His boner pressed through the rubber codpiece. He tried to back up. He had to get away. This wasn't a one on one fight. This was a set up. A milking set up. His cock bounced with each movement.
Ram Time:
"It's time." Ram said.
"Go easy on him," Pleasure said.
"Just a little rough up."
Ram backed the horny Slate in the corner. Ram took a pole and swung it Slate as expected he dodged it. But Pleasure through a smoke filled nail bomb out of a porcupine grenade. The needles bounced off Slate's suit but Slate dropped his guard. Ram sent the pole to Slate's bulge. It went directly to his balls. Both visible in the tight scrotum piece.
"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Ram aroused by the manhood hit him again and again. Slate tried to flip and jump out the way but Ram hit him again. The codpiece wasn't designed to withstand titanium direct hits. Slate fell to the ground and grabbed his balls. Ram approached and grabbed it. He squeezed the balls. Then he grinded his fist into codpiece.
"I'm going to break you in papa." Ram said.
Ram was erect and placed his bulge on Slate's tight muscle butt. He pinned Slate on a piece of metal ledge that jut out. As he dry rubbed his cock on Slate's buttocks. Slate squirmed and soon Ram's tip was in the crack portion.
Pleasure comes over and Ram grabs Slate's arms.
"My turn." Pleasure says. He tugs at the nipples. and Slate moans. Pleasure pulls on Slate's left silver dollar sized nipple. Pleasure then aggressively rubbed the codpiece. Then Pleasure tugged Slate's codpiece and began to lick it.
Slate wiggled but the more he did the more Ram pulled back his arm. He was trapped. Pleasure detached the codpiece and Slate's cock and balls sprawled out. Pleasure unzipped the second skin, used as a molding and the tan penis was out.
"Mine." Pleasure said. "Mine. It's mine."
Pleasure went to work and began to lick the throbbing cock. First it was slow then swift. Next he sucked each testicle. Slate's balls were plump, and full of cum. Pleasure sucked and sucked Slate's cock. The serum made Slate very horny. Slate came and immediately Ram collected the cum in his mouth. Ram felt rejuvenated. The swallowed cum invigorated him.
Ram pushed Pleasure aside.
"Break him," Pleasure said. He was fulfilled by making Slate cum. And now he wanted to see Ram assault him.
Ram began to kick Slate in the stomach.
"Leave his face," Pleasure said.
Ram lifted up Slate by the throat. Slate kicked Ram but it was useless. Now that Ram had his cum fix the agony was about to begin. Ram delivered a side punch and choked Slate. Slate grabbed Ram's arms to try to get air. It was to no avail. Ram then allowed Slate to breathe but then gave him pec claws. Slate swung around in the air as Ram crushed Slate's huge pecs. Ram placed his hard cock on slate's butt. He squeezed the life out of Slate like an Anaconda for two minutes. Pec claws. Thigh claws. And then he dropped him on the ground. Slate's cock again was now hard due to the serum. Pleasure began to suck Slate's cock. Slate kicked Pleasure away which angered him. Pleasure took a brick and bashed Slate's balls. He was in shock. Ram kicked Slate in the balls and soon the two of them were ball busting Slate. It was to demobilize him.
"Stop moving or we will rip them in two," Pleasure said.
Slate abided and Pleasure jerked Slate's cock. Cum spurred and Ram drank it. This went on for fifteen minutes.
Ram was sexually tense and wanted to break Slate even more.
He unbuttoned his pants and showed his 12-inch cock.
"Wow," Pleasure said. "Safe sex now." Pleasure handed Ram a condom that had little bead like studs on it. Ram grabbed Slate's globe like glutes and squeezed them. Pleasure helped get the butt piece pulled down. Pleasure couldn't believe it.
"This is the best ass I have ever seen." Pleasure said. He pushed his claw like nail seep in and massaged the prostate. Immediately Slate came. Of course Ram enjoyed the load and felt even more vicious.
Pleasure put on the studded condom and inserted himself in Slate's tan butt. Slate moaned in pain. Ram's cock was just too big. Pleasure lifted up Slate with his cock inside of him. Slate's top half of his suit was in tact with one nipple popping out. Pleasure played with the nipple while Ram air fucked Slate.
"We make a great team." Pleasure said. "Fuck him harder. Make him scream."
Ram fucked Slate. Each thrust was like heaven for Ram. Slate's muscular butt and tight hole squeezed Ram's dick. Slate's virgin hole made Ram have to thrust more force on him. Ram was ready to cum. He shook Slate with each explosion. When he pulled out Slate felt relief.
Ram gave slate another set of pec claws and then grabbed his balls with one hand and tugged his pec with the other.
Ram squeezed Slate's balls and by now Slate was fading in and out of consciousness.
"I own you." Ram said.
Ram picked up the cock piece and sniffed it.
Slate tried to crawl away but Ram lifted him up and looked at him in the eyes.
"I'm going to milk you and fuck you."
Pleasure clapped and laughed.
Slate, the musclebound Puerto Rican hero of the city was ball bashed, milked and beat. Slate took his pride and spit at Ram in the face.
Ram immediately threw slate on the ground and stomped on Slate's cock and balls. Slate shook and spazzed from the pain.
"Enough," Pleasure said. "It's time to get him to the milker."
"Since you wanted me to stop milking people this will be the trade off."
Ram kicked Slate in the abs. And then he grabbed Slate's dick. He bent the hard cock all the way right and there was a pain and crunch Slate heard.
"And each time you nut you will be in Pain."
Slate screamed and sprawled back. He grabbed his genitals and fell back to the floor. The hero was broken. Every piece of him.
To be continued...
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