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After two months Grand Island City was quiet. Slate was at the loft working out in his compression shorts. He did sets of push ups and began to make a protein shake. His young protege, the Intern was off at his first real job at a start up. And his older mentor Brick was back and forth from Miami at his new luxury hotel grand opening. Just then Slate received a video conference alert. He opened it to see Ram, his nemesis, free and out of jail.
"You're supposed to be in jail," Slate said. Slate was gorgeous. He had chiseled features, dark eyes and a shaven head. His mocha colored latin skin was drenched in sweat. His bulge on the lycra compression shorts was about to bust out the seams. The mushroom shaped cock head pressed against the tight lyrca and his two balls looked like a giant globes.
"Mmmm," Ram said as he conferenced in. Ram, a villain, wore sadistic S&M rubber body wear. He wore a mask to cover his face from a freak accident and two metal horns on his helmet. He blamed Slate for it and the two just never got along. After the accident the 7 foot mutated Ram fed off of kidnapping muscle men and draining their cum. The last few fights Slate somehow always won. The last time he was rescued by his mentor. This time, Ram had a proposition.
"Slate you're looking even better than when I saw you last" Ram said. "You should cover up."
"What do you want?" Ram said.
"I have your little boy toy." Ram said. "Yeah the Intern didn't go to work. He was out snooping at my new facility. I had to teach him a lesson."
"Prove it."
Ram held up The Intern's codpiece. The Intern was Slate's rock. He was his best friend and a loyal sidekick. Ram licked the inside of the codpiece.
"You're going to meet me and wear your summer superhero suit. The one that shows off your pecs. And your plump meaty ass."
"Fuck you." Slate said. "I'm coming to put an end to you once and for all."
"Slate. You play by my rules or I will send your boy toy's balls in a box to you."
Ram logged off. It was game time. He traced the call to Ram's underwater facility. He looked at the suit options. The summer suit was a codpiece that attached to his cock and balls. It had boots and arm gear but that was pretty much it. The summer suit had butt plates but he decided not to wear them. The thong like rope was hidden by his plump butt. He called the Intern but his phone was picked up by a sinister recording by Ram.
"This was all a set up for a one on one wrestle match Slate." Ram said. "No gadgets. No tricks. Just you and me fighting this out one on one. I'm going to crush you.
Slate arrived at the facility and saw no henchman or any foul play. He walked in and the cold air blew into his pecs. His nipples hardened from the winter air. He was underdressed with only his codpiece, boots and armed gloves. He saw the shadowy figure emerge from the corner. It was Ram and he was alone.
Slate hated Ram more than any villain. But it was this one on one fight to decide if this crazy rivalry continued forever. It was all or nothing. Slate lunged at Ram and punched his neck to choke him. It didn't work. Ram kicked Slate in the chest and knocked the wind out of him. He then kicked Slate on the floor. Ram squeezed Slate's gut and rubbed his hands on his abs. Slate wiggled but Ram began to rub his crotch in Slate's meaty plump butt.
"I'm going to fuck your brains out Slate."
Ram unzipped his pants and placed a jagged condom on. Slate tried to get out of the bear hug but he couldn't. Ram licked Slate's neck and cupped Slate's pecs. He fiddled with his nipples and then pinned Slate under him. Normally Slate had on armor but all he had on was his codpiece, boots and gloves, it could hardly be called armor. Ram rubbed his crotch on Slates round ass, gently to toy with him. Soon he was hard and he was pressing his boner in Slate's crack. Slate wrestled back but his plump butt only massaged Ram's boner. The more Slate moved the more he turned Ram on, and that was bad. Ram wanted to toy with his prey more. He lifted Slate with one hand on the balls and the other on his ass and was about to lift him up. Slate gave him an elbow to his face and he dropped the hero. Ram could taste a drop of blood in his mouth. Slate jumped and did a round house kick. And another. Soon the tide of battle was on his side. Slate did a combination of punches into Ram's mid section and then he gave Ram a dose of his own medicine and gave Ram an uppercut to his balls. The villain felt his balls go inside his gut. Slate, unarmed in nothing but a cod piece was defeating Ram. It was embarrassing and would be a PR nightmare in villain world. Slate dropped the giant to the floor and stood over him. He kneeled over Ran and rubbed his cock in Ram's face.
"This is what you wanted right?" Slate said.
"Get off of me." Ram said.
Slate kicked Ram in the chest three times and then stomped on his balls. It was a reverse ball bust scenario. All the times Ram tried to break Slate he always grabbed his balls. Now the favor was returned. Slate spat on Ram and turned to walk away. Ram lost fair and square. But Ram was a villain and villains never fight fair. Ram reached in his belt and pulled out a dart gun. He blew into it and a dart hit Slate in his left butt cheek. Slate began to feel groggy.
"No," Slate said. "This was a fair fight…"
He felt his bulge get hard. It must have been a viagra like drug. Slate's cock was at full mast and bounced around. He turned back to Ram to finish him when another dart hit his pec and another hit his thigh. Slate jumped on Ram but Ram had lifted his leg and kicked Slate in his codpiece. His cock bounced around.
"Ahh fuck." Slate yelled.
Ram then grabbed a hold of Slate which was bad news. He successfully lifted Slate with one hand on his balls and another on his ass.
"My turn." Ram said. "Let's play wrestling shall we…let's try something I call nut claws."
Ram grabbed Slate's balls and squeezed while he was in the air. He kissed Slate with each grab. Then he lifted Slate up by the waist and pulled him into his metal plated knee cap. Slate felt his hard cock grind against the hard metal. The more he squirmed in agony the more the sadistic Ram pulled. Ram loosened his grip and dropped Slate.
He lifted his combat boot and stomped on Slate's abs.
"Yes hero." Ram said. "You're mine."
He lifted Slate and began to lick his nipples. He bit one and pulled the other one. Slate had large dark nipples. They were stretched to fullness because his pecs were so large. Ram liked to tug on his preys nipples.
Slate swung and uppercut Ram which angered him. Ram punched Slate in the gut five times and then pummeled his stomach with his hard grip. He could feel Slate's abs flex and he tried to break them even more.
"You're a strong man." Ram said. "But even strong men have weaknesses."
Ram ducked down and gave Slate an uppercut to his balls so hard that it made a loud slapping sound.
Slate grabbed his crotch and dropped to his knees. Ram then leg dropped Slate on his head. The hero sprawled back on the floor on the verge of losing consciousness. Ram rolled Slate over so that his plump butt was in the air.
"Now it's time to dominate you." Ram said.
He pulled out a condom which had metal balls on it.
"I'm going to fuck you unapologetically. Safe of course because I don't know where you dirty heros go."
"Fuck you," Slate said.
"No." Ram said as he applied the condom to his 11 inch anaconda. "Fuck you."
He grabbed Slate with one arm around his neck and on his waist with the other and lifted him off the ground. He pulled the thong portion of Slate's codpiece to the side and gently inserted his cock into Slate's tight hole.
"Aghhhh," Slate said.
"That's only the tip." Ram said. He inserted his full 11 inches all the way into Slate. It was painful at first but then the beads massaged the canal and hit the prostate and his g spot. Slate flexed his butt muscles and it only made Ram turned on even more. Ram kissed the hero's neck and thrust. Each thrust was felt. Every move and every push.
"Ughhhhhh." Slate moaned.
"Stop fighting it Slate." Ram said. "You know we have a weird bond. No how much you want to destroy me and I want to destroy you we can't."
"I will destroy you one day." Slate said.
"Not today little man."
Slate was hardly little. He was 5'11 with tight packed bulky bulging muscles. But compared to the seven foot massive Ram he was puny. Ram lifted him by the waist and continued to thrust. Slate's cock and balls bounced around in the cod piece. Ram gently put his hand on the heros genitals and began to massage them
"I broke your balls now let me make it better."
He forced his hand into Slate's codpiece and pulled out his cock. He began to rub it gently and thoroughly and squeezed the tip.
"You kick me in the balls and now you want to jerk me off." Slate said. "I won't give you the satisfaction."
"I'm going to taste you in my mouth." Ram said.
He continued to get his fix until finally he came. He pulled off the condom and snapped back his armor over his balls. He kept a grip on Slate's balls and turned him around.
"If you try anything sneaky I'll bite it off." Ram said. Slate believed him and let the villain wrap his lips on Slate's boner. Ram deep throated Slate and soon Slate didn't even fight it. Slate had a large hard cock and a cut plump tip. Ram licked his tongue around the tip and began to gently rub his nipples.
Slate finally came inside of Ram which empowered him. He had the fix he needed.
He put the codpiece back on Slate and then gave surprised him with a hard punch to Slate's balls.
"Yaowowowowowoww" Slate yelled.
He slumped to the ground and grabbed his balls.
"You won this match fair and square." Ram said. But look who is on the floor. Ram lifted his boot and stomped on Slate's balls one more time.
"Next time I'll pop them."
Ram turned and walked away. He was energized from Slate's cum. He knew he could have broke the hero and destroy him but he liked Slate. It was a game. If there was no Grand Island City heros and this game of cat and mouse what would he do?
Slate looked at Ram walk away to cause havoc on the city. He grabbed his balls and slumped down on the floor in pain.
THE LOFT
"What happened?" The Intern said. Slate was on the couch with an ice pack on his balls. He was naked.
"Long story." Slate said. "I was set up."
The Intern walked around in tight compression shorts and was shirtless. There was a fire burning in the fireplace and it began to rain outside. The Intern placed a fresh icepack on Slate's balls. Slate winced but let the Intern massage his balls. He didn't want to get hard because he would be in pain. It would be a few days before he could use his manhood again. The Intern was visibly erect and his cock pocked through the lycra like a pole.
"You're horny," Slate said.
"I'm sorry," Intern said.
"Don't be." Slate said.
The Intern kissed Slate's lips and his pecs.
"Please don't." Slate said. "My cock is swollen."
"I remember when Ram grabbed my balls in a fight." The Intern said. "It felt like death."
"He's obsessed with balls." Slate said. "He likes to toy with us and then milk us to get strength from our cum. He's a crazy mutant."
The Intern kind of liked seeing Slate in this vulnerable position. He just wanted to hug him and rub him and tell him it would be okay. He wanted to caress Slate all over.
"Not today." Slate looked down at his swollen balls.
The Intern understood.
"Okay," The Intern said. "I should get some work done. The Intern walked to the other side of the loft and began to tap away at the computer screen."
Slate turned on the TV and saw the news.
"This is an atrocity," The newscaster said. "Ram, Grand Island's worst villain has kidnapped a van full of college bodybuilders on their way for a show. I thought he was in jail. Where did he take these college kids?"
Slate turned off the TV and closed his eyes. He knew after he healed he would have to suit up and put an end to Ram's grip on his balls and Grand Island City.
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