In the wake of a rise in crime in Grand Island City, the superheroes were spread thin. New crime bosses moved in and battle after battle Slate, Razor, Slick, Kid Marble, Sol, Purple Thunder & the less powerful heroes were getting their asses kicked everyday. Slate and Razor now in their 40’s were worn out from the ball busting attacks and their recovery time took longer. The younger heroes were often jumped by new powerful villains. Lazor, a Russian oligarch funded billions to create a new army of villains. There were over 50 super elite soldiers called Suckers. They were ex-military bodybuilders malled in battle resorted to Lazor’s dark market, needing a second chance, who were given super enhancing powers. Their only way to remain strong was to ingest cum and this was Lazor’s plan to literally drain muscle fit men of all walks of life and deter anyone who dared become a superhero in Grand Island City. In a city of 10,000,000 these foot soldiers preyed on muscle men that were coming from the gym, go go dancers, bodybuilders, military men, and any muscular fit male. Besides their two powerful arms, they had robotic tentacles that could wrap a muscle hunk and draw them in. Then, they would bear hug and squeeze the air out of a hunk. They would inject and paralyze them with serum. Next they would inject their balls with viagra and stimulants. The Suckers would then suck the cum and drain the muscle hunks. Once they depleted a hunk their powers were top notch and they could break through bank vaults, stock exchanges, prisons, and wreak havoc. With over 50 of these foot soldiers there was one main one. His name was Rage. He was 8 feet and had eight tentacles. He was the most powerful and fed on 10 hunks a day. He even stored their cum in pint tubes to feed his hungry appetite and strength. A burn survivor his face was melted and reinforced with a metallic helmet. Rage didn’t just like to milk his victims. Rage liked to torture them and squeeze their nuts until they popped. He was psychotic and only new one thing, to deliver pain. A new hero was needed and one rookie stepped up to stop this super villain. His name was Rod.
Rod wasn’t the standard 6’0 titan like a lot of heroes. He was 5’8 and a retired military veteran. After a deadly explosion he was reinforced with new technology. He was human infused with new cells that gave him super human strength. He grew up in Grand Island City. His dashing good looks made him turn heads. Colombian descent, muscular, tan, with dark black hair and dimples that gave him an innocence. His 6 pack, and large mocha nipples pushed through his black rubber suit. His 9 inch cock was held in a translucent codpiece which showed his hard cut cock. Rod was always hard, his thick balls always full of cum due to the procedure. His codpiece was always lubricated with pre-cum. His pecs were god like, with dark brown nipples that looked like suckable Hershey kisses. His ass was to die for and at only 24 he was the hottest new hero. He had a good heart, smart, and could outwit his villains. He normally worked solo but was an extended member of the Grand Island City heroes. Rod could take punches, he could heal fast, and he his swift punches was greater in strength than even the worst villains. Anytime he won a battle he would wave to the camera and his big bulge would grab headlines. There was only one problem. His balls were super sensitive. Even the slightest tap hurt the hero. Rage figured it out after watching footage, and was going to bust him once and for all.
Everyone loved Rod. The 20-something stud was seen on magazines. He had an Onlyfans, and loved to show off his nice thick veiny cock. His enemies wanted to make an example of him because he was so popular. The hero was able to take down Suckers better than anyone else. All the heroes loved him because he made their jobs easier. And everyone liked hanging out with him. He was witty, smart, and just a great guy that knew he had it all.
Lazor saw him a a threat. This little punk with a huge bulge was saving lives and flaunting it. He made Lazor look weak. The plan was to livestream the popular hero. Break his cock and destroy the will of the new generation of Grand Island City heroes.
AMBUSH IN LAZOR’S LAIR:
“I was waiting for you.” Rage said.
Gas leaked from the ceiling and Rod coughed and gagged. He didn’t have time to grab his gas mask and as he kneeled Rage saw the two dangling orbs in the codpiece and went for it.
The giant nuts were busted.
SQUEEZEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
SQUEEZE!
TWIST!
SQUEEZE!
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH,” Rod yelled. He was in the hold. His balls in Rage’s hands. Rage licked his neck and then bit him.
“Surrender!” Rage said.
“This is your weak spot isn’t it? Look at me squeezing your loaded balls through your giant codpiece. Your rock hard dick is mine hero!”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Rod screamed.
“Which nut do you want to keep?” Rage said. “Your left nut? Or your right nut?”
“Get off of me!” Rod said helpless. He began to shake to break the grip but there was no use.
Rage pulled and twisted both nuts in the codpiece.
SQUEEZE. SQUEEZE. SQUEEZE.
Rage stepped back and looked at Rod drenched with sweat, bloody from the neck bites, nice and hard from the venom he injected. The latin stud was out of his league Rage thought. He finally met his match. Rage was in his mid 50’s, and he remembered being young once and handsome. Now a mutant freak with tentacles he was going to take it out on Rod.
“I’m going to tape this and send this to every muscle hero. Your torture will be long, painful and you will beg to die. Each second will be agony.” Rage said.
He wasn’t wrong his eight tentacles had sharp titanium needles to grip, turn, and tear flesh. He loved squeezing his victims first.
He wrapped the tentacles around Rod and brought him in. The needles gripped into his pecs, arms, abs, and around his neck.”
“ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” Rod yelled. His dangling thick codpiece was exposed, vulnerable and hard. Rod’s codpiece had two plump rubber shells to hold his balls. It was perfect for Rage.
He pulled the immobilized Rod close to him and began to run his mutant fingernail on the ball section of the codpiece. He then took his nails and began to poke it.
“Ready for pain.” Rage said.
He held the balls in a tight grip.
“Play time.” Rage said. He tightened his tentacles to squeeze Rod. His entire mid section was wrapped and so were his legs. He lifted Rod to the camera.
“Look at what we have here Grand Island City. Your favorite new young hunky hero is in my clutches. There’s been a winning streak for muscle heroes that like to wear sexy rubber armor and show off their packages being good doers. I must tell you this is a lesson for any hero and any other future heroes. The reality is sometimes you may win 99 battles but there will be that one that breaks you for good. By the end of this broadcast Rod will be no more. He will be my sex slave and my bitch. He will beg for mercy and it will be painful.”
He lifted a tentacle to the camera.
“These tentacles are manufactured to tear into flesh and inject hot oil into his nervous system,” Rage said. “To make him feel like he’s on fire. Don’t worry I’m not burning the lad because I need him but watch him scream.”
The tentacles began to inject the nerve oil into Rod, slowly he fell like he was in pain on fire. His muscle pecs began to indent and he began to convulse.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MAKKKEEEE IT STOPPPPPPPPPPPP!” Rod screamed.
Rage laughed as this was only the beginning. Next he picked up a spiked mallet and hammered into the codpiece.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
“Scrambled eggs anyone.” Rage said.
The left nut popped out of the rubber casing and he continued to hammer into the plump ball sac.
Next he inserted six needles with cum producing serum into his balls. Each time he stabbed into the nuts he squeezed them. In less than 30 seconds the cock grew and pressed onto the codpiece like a giant hard wood. Viewers on the livestream could see up close the girth even in the thin rubber codpiece. Thick, large, and hard, Rod’s cock throbbed.
The hero was immobilized and he was now rock hard. His balls began to swell with thick white juicy cum. The busting session was only beginning. Rod knew he was about to experience the worst day of his life. He felt more crotch claws on his codpiece and he knew his enemies were all watching. His thick pride and joy was now the target to a historic ball busting. He had no idea it was about to get five times worse. The first load was already oozing through his cock.
Agony.
To be continued…
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