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Doc is bald, shirt and fat. He sits in his chair and looks up at Ram.
"You had Slate defeated and you let him get away?" Doc said.
"I had too." Ram said.
"I need Slate out the picture!" Doc said. "Your survival depends on it."
Doc developed a genetic serum to allow most of the villains in Grand Island City become super strong when they drink cum. He was behind the kidnapping of adult muscle men in Grand Island City. His most recent plot was kidnapping Grand Isle University's bodybuilding team. They were all tied and getting milked in a old warehouse. The cum was producing a gallon per hour. And Doc sold it for high value to the villains of Grand Island City. With the cum he produced a serum that turned villains like Ram super strong. And it made Doc, a professor, super rich.
"I want Slate bound, tied and milked." Doc said. "The point of your one on one fight was to defeat him and bring him here. And you let him go."
"He beat me at first." Ram said. "He won't show up again for a fair fight. He'll be suited up this time and bring all his fancy gadgets."
Doc went to the back room and pulled out a vile of serum.
"This is very potent. It will make you strong for 12 hours only. You will have superhuman strength and be unstoppable. But after the 12 hours you will be weak and bed ridden for a week. Can you handle this mission? You have 12 hours to get Slate cornered and finish the job. I want him in my lab so I can get his milk."
"What about his henchmen?" Ram said.
"We'll handle them later." Doc said.
*****
Slate was in full armor as he sped through Grand Island City on his motorcycle. He had his famous pole, knuckle armor and electric bombs. His suit was silver and fit his body like a second skin. The suit was anatomically correct and showed off his nipples. His cock was fastened with a cock ring which wrapped his testicles and penis in a codpiece. He knew his balls were Ram's favorite thing to attack but he figured to fight a villain like Ram he needed to be swift. Any cup or barrier would slow him down. The rubberized fabric was thinnest around his bulge. His buttocks was in a reinforced rubber plates that held his ass up right. Slate's butt was huge and even with the proper fitting butt plates Slate's ass stretched it to the max. His crack looked like a deep trench. Slate zipped through the city and looked at the directions the Intern, his sidekick, sent. The Intern was back at the lab observing to make sure Slate was okay on the mission. Sometimes he liked to fight by his side but on missions that Slate felt he could handle, the Intern stayed back. Slate arrived at the warehouse and parked his bike two city blocks away and put it into stealth mode. It drove away on autopilot. Slate made his way through knowing that Ram was around waiting for him. He climbed through an indoor fire escape and crawled through a room. There he found the missing college bodybuilders. They were all tied in chains to individual chairs, blindfolded and getting drained. Slate knew he couldn't save them at this moment and if he announced his presence they might make noise. He continued onto his mission. He walked into a hallway and entered into a room with fancy computers. It must be checking the vitals of the victims he thought. He looked on a screen and saw pulse and heart rates.
"At least they are keeping them alive," he muttered.
Slate walked into another room and heard a door shut behind him. A bright spotlight was on him and he entered into a room that had no doors, steel walls and chains with hooks that came down. It must have been an old meat freezer. Slate tried to pull the door but nothing happened. He was trapped again.
"Come out here and fight like a man." Slate yelled. "It's just me."
"Gladly." Ram said. Ram climbed down from a vent and looked at Slate with cold eyes. His armor was fastened and he had two mallets tied to a belt.
A voice called from an intercom. It was Doc.
"Hi Slate." Doc said. "Your demise is today. Ram can kick your ass as it is but now he's going to do it again. He's super strong and the serum I gave him makes him super strong and brutal for 12 hours. Five hours have passed. Welcome to your torture. I can't wait to pick up your pieces and have your balls on a plate."
THE BATTLE:
Slate did an assault with his stick and began to attack Ram. He went for soft targets like his neck, his balls and his face. Nothing seemed to hurt. He took an electric bomb to send a strong current through Ram's body. Nothing phased him. Ram wasn't his normal doofy villain self. He was a super strong killing machine and the serum turned him into a primal beast. Slate slowly backed away and into a corner. Ram took charge. He swung the heavy mallets like they were light as drum sticks. Slate dodged every swing. Ram swung and swung but Slate just moved around. For almost an hour Slate dodged Ram's attacks but now he was getting tired. Even the healthy, agile and fit Slate could dodge for but so long. Ram's attacks intensified and he wasn't even tired. Slate was full of sweat. He did a back flip into the corner and crouched down in a corner. Slate tried to slide under Ram's powerful legs to get out the corner but Ram finally hailed down a heavy mallet on Slate's abs. Slate fought many villains before including Ram but the impact on his gut was the worst feeling ever. His suit didn't absorb the shock and he felt the wind out of him. Ram took the mallet and hammered down on Slate's round muscular abs.
"Crush you." Ram said. It was all his he could say. "Crush you."
"Unghhhhhh" Slate yelled.
"Crush, crush, crush." Ram yelled.
Slate's abs were hammered on and there was a loud thud as the mallet hit his abs. Slate tried to block but the mallet swung down on his biceps and forearms. Slate tried to grab the mallet but it was a failed effort. Ram swung down again and again with both mallets. Slate was in pain. He rolled around to try to get up but Ram pinned his foot on Slate's back and hit Slate in the back with the mallets. Slate jumped up and tried to get away but Ram hit him again with the mallets.
"Crush, crush, crush," Ram yelled.
Slate could feel the fibers in his abs snap. His suit began to shred and his skin was now exposed to the rusty metal mallets. Ram dropped the mallets and threw them to the other side of the room. Ram grabbed Slate by the gut and with one hand squeezed his abs. He squeezed and squeezed until Slate felt the wind knocked out of his.
"Crush, crush, crush." Ram said. He continued to crush Slate's abs for 30 minutes. Slate tried to fight his way out but with only one hand Ram was able to have Slate in the air and did a rapid continuos ab pummels. Ram slammed Slate after he felt Slate's abs get soft. He lifted the mallet again and began to hit the softened abs. Slate spit up and began to contort. After almost two hours his abs were pummeled. It was only the beginning.
Ram dropped his mallets and had the urge to hear Slate yell. Ram got on top of Slate on the floor and began to squeeze Slate's meaty pecs. He clawed at them and squeezed with all his might. Slate flexed his muscles and the more he flexed the harder he squeezed. Ram squeezed Slate until he began to turn red. Then he dropped him so Slate could catch his breath. Slate tried to swing but each punch that connected did nothing. Ram felt no pain at this moment under this serum. Ram placed a hook on Slate's belt and lifted him in the air so he was four feet off the ground. Slate kicked and tried to get out but that was a mistake. Slate's bulge bounced around as he kicked. His balls moved around and his semi erect cock swayed from side to side. Ram took a mallet and began to swing at Slate's abs again. But now he had a new target and he was going to enjoy it. Ram lifted the mallet and rammed it into Slate's bulge.
"Yoooooooooooowwwwwwww" Slate yelled. Ram saw the hero in deep pain and it turned him on. Slate's codpiece was no match for Ram's strength. Ram took Slate off the hook and began to assault Slate with wrestling combos. He chocked slammed him. He did a suplex and then a pile drive. Slate was spent. Ram liked to throw Slate around so he could see his cock move around in the cod piece. Ram was done playing. He took his fist and pounded the codpiece over and over again. Ram gripped Slate's balls and squeezed with his entire might. The round oval's looked like they were going to pop out Ram's fist. Ram let go and then dropped Slate on the floor. He lifted the mallet and rammed it down on Slate's balls from behind. Slate winced in pain. Ram turned Slate around and knee dropped Slate's bulge. His entire weight was on it. At the same time Ram tugged on Slate's nipple pieces. In a daze Slate knew that Ram's primal rage was to break his prey. Ram hung Slate upside down and his bulge was in clear view. Ram took his elbow and rammed it into the cock and balls. He was upset that Slate was still flaccid because he wanted to play with Slate's hard manhood and twist it around. Ram slowly began to rub Slate's cock. Slate, in pain, knew that if he got horny Ram would try to break his manhood. He fought the urge but Ram began to tug at Slate's nipples. Slate had silver dollar stretched nipps and he was sensitive to any touch. Ram knew this and began to take advantage of the heros weakness. Soon the inevitable happened Slate was at full mast. Just then Doc walked in through the trapped door.
"Good job," Doc said. The pudgy man walked over to Slate hung upside down like a piece of meat. "You're lucky I'm here. Ram was about to snap your cock off."
"F, fuck you." Slate murmured.
"Don't worry your torture is just beginning." Doc took a long needle and injected a serum on Slate's left testicle puncturing the suit. He then unfastened Slate's codpiece and took it off. He sniffed it and inhaled the musty sweaty balls of Slate. He saw pre-cum and licked it. He looked as Slate's swollen balls sprawled out. Slate's cock was at full mast and Doc grabbed it. He put his mouth on it and began to lick Slate's mushroom head cock.
"Every time you cum Slate you will get weaker and weaker. I plan to milk you for an hour and throw you back to Ram. He will finish you."
Slate felt the vibration from a device as Doc edged him. Ram unzipped Slate's butt pieces and began to eat him out. Slate began to cum and the cum oozed down his abs. Doc scooped it up and place it in a cup. He made Slate cum three times. Slate was weak and felt groggy. Ram continued to eat out Slate. After the hour Doc had enough cum from Slate to develop a new serum. He gently rubbed Slate's pecs and walked away.
Slate heard the door closed and he knew his torture was just beginning. Ram had a few hours left of his superhuman strength. As he expected Ram gripped Slate's hard cock and twisted it around. Ram then began to squeeze the exposed balls of Slate. He twisted and turned them until Slate no longer fought back. Ram took the mallet and swung it into Slate's balls. Slate faded in and out of unconsciousness. Ram dropped the hero on the floor and began to bear hug him from behind. Slate was back up but in utter pain. Everything hurt. Slate's bubble butt was in the air. Ram had one last thing to do to break the hero. He unbuckled his zipper and his huge cock was throbbing in a condom like device with balls on it. He thrust his hips on top of Slate and rammed his entire meat inside the cheeks. He cupped Slate's swollen balls simultaneously and thrust repeatedly. Slate just leaned back and took the pounding. Ram squeezed Slate's balls as he pounded him again and again. Slate finally gave in and pressed a tracking beacon on his belt. He didn't want the Intern, Brick or Razor to come into a trap but he needed to be saved from this agony and torture.
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