Night Warrior gazed downward from his crouched position on the Delton towers. His green eyes scanned for movement in the dark alley that ran up against the luxury hotel. Word on the street was that a gang planned to hit the jewelry exhibit taking place in the place’s grand ballroom. The crime fighter was there to be sure that robbery did not take place. He suddenly noticed a dark van pull up. As he stood up to his full height of six feet two inches he peered at the van. His muscled well-defined body flexed. He took in a deep breath and prepared for action. Dressed in his trademark dark wrestling outfit he was invisible in the shadows that played off the tower. A small grin played across his handsome features. “Time for action,” he growled as he pulled his costume’s attached hood over the upper portion of his face to cover his curly dark locks of hair. He watched as three men exited the van and moved towards the back entrance to the hotel. “Only three. Too bad though, I was hoping for a workout tonight,” he mused as he waited for their exit. His well-defined body tensed as he patiently held off any encounter with the thieves until the men had the jewels on them. A few minutes later his patience was rewarded. He could see the men bolting out of the hotel’s exit and run towards their van while each held large sacks. “Well now that you have the evidence of a crime,” he muttered as he moved to descend. “It’s time to kick some arse!”
Minutes later the fleeing trio of crooks were stopped in their tracks as the buff hero dropped in front of them. “Party’s over guys,” he laughed as he sprung towards the shocked thieves. The Night Warrior grabbed the first stunned man and delivered a hard uppercut to the guy’s jaw that sent him reeling backwards into his companions. The blow knocked all three criminals to the alley floor. “Well do you give up or do I mess you up first?” The towering crime fighter laughed as he stood looking down at the fallen trio.
“Get him. There are three of us,” one crook grunted as he moved to stand. He charged at the Night Warrior only to run face first into the muscled fist thrust of the other man. Seconds later he was sprawled out cold on the alley floor. The other two men cowered on the alley floor staring up in fear.
“This is too easy,” the crime fighter muttered as he pulled out two pairs of cuffs from his belt. “Put this jewelry on guys and we’ll take you and sleeping beauty to the nearest police station.” He stood over them his powerfully defined arms akimbo and his stance one of triumph. As he stared at them the men quickly complied.
“What the fuck is going one,” said a gruff voice behind the masked fighter.
Night Warrior turned slightly towards a figure standing in the darkened shadows. The man appeared to be only five feet ten inches but it was clear he had a powerfully built muscular shape. “Get away from them,” he barked in a voice dripping with authority. The Night Warrior heard that voice and experienced a tingling sensation. It seemed familiar and for some reason; he felt a small growing desire to comply with its command. He stood to fully face the shadowy figure. “Good you listened,” the man replied as he moved into the light. As he stepped out of the shadows his darkly good-looking image came into full view. The man’s eyes glared at the crime fighter with hatred. The hero blinked as he recognized the face in front of him. “You,” he hoarsely whispered as his hands dropped to his sides. A flood of surprised memories rushed into his head. His body seemed to be paralyzed as his mind spun through those past feelings and images. Memories of his prior encounters with his opponent and his own younger self filled his head. It had been ten years ago but it was all so fresh in his mind.
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“Get you arse over here now,” Carlos yelled at the younger boy who was standing with some friends at the other end of the high school quad. The powerfully built senior BMOC smirked the scrawnier underclassman quickly rushed to obey. “Yeah that’s right you punk arsed geek,” he snarled as the younger student came up to him. “I got an essay to write…or rather you have one to do for me. I need it fast so haul your arse to the library,” he laughed as he threw sheets of paper to the younger boy. “I gotta a big game to paper for so I better not have to wait for this Juan.” He looked at his friends around him and gave a wink.
Juan Sloan gulped and nodded. He took the papers and walked to the library. As he left he could hear Carlos's mocking laughter. It had been like this from the first day he arrived at the school. After his high scores came out after the first semester in school, Carlos had approached him. Even though he was only a freshman as well, the latter was an up-and-coming power on the school football team. Now as a sophomore he had become the team captain. The only wrinkle was he was as dumb as a post and was in danger of being kicked off the squad. His solution was simple. Find a smart classmate to do his schoolwork. Juan fit the bill.
“Listen you pansy arsed nerd,” Carlos had said one day as he grabbed Juan and pushed him up against a wall. “You are going to do what I say and when I say it or I’ll beat you every day you are here.” The muscular quarterback then “demonstrated” what Juan could expect if he was defiant. For the next three years Carlos relentlessly terrorized and so mind fucked the younger weaker boy until any thought of disobedience in Juan was extinguished. The final nail in the coffin had been the night Carlos had kidnapped Juan for sophomore prank day. He stripped Juan of his clothes then hogtied the shivering boy to a pole. Worse, Carlos hired a hooker to masturbate the youth into an orgasm while Carlos filmed it to show to others.
“No please,” Juan sobbed as the hooker took his manhood and began massaging it.
“I bet you’re a virgin,” Carlos laughed as he watched the squirming younger man trying to get free of his bindings.
Juan felt totally degraded but, to his shame, he also began to experience a rise in sexual heat. “No stop,” he sighed as he felt himself stiffen in her expert grip. He tried to focus on something else other than the arousing sensations. He stared at Carlos hoping the face of his tormentor would fill him with enough anger to quell his rowing erection. “I…hate…oh fuc,” he whimpered as his cock ignored the attempt and fully flowered. Juan’s body felt alive. His vision grew hazy as his breathing quickened. Even as he lost his mental focus his vision took in the sight of Carlos’s face.
“Go on Jere,” Carlos snickered. “Shoot it out. Squirt it buddy,” he murmured over and over in a sensually hypnotic way until, like a cobra, he had mesmerized Juan so that the latter was focused only Carlos’s face and voice. “Good boy. Go on,” he said as he moved so close he was inches from his captive. “Shoot,” he hissed. “Shoot it like my bitch would,” he grunted forcefully filling Juan’s head with his powerful voice.
The hooker expertly brought Juan to a full erection. She skillfully massaged the young captives ball-sack. Juan’s nuts tingled and lurched in her sensual grasp. Juan was beyond aroused by now. Carlos’s smile filled his line of sight. His powerful tormentor’s hot breath swept over Juan’s face.
“Shoot it,” Carlos softly whispered as he leaned in closer. “Come on and cream. I q want to see you squirt!”
“Oh fucccc Carlos,” Juan gasped as he succumbed to Carlos’s command. His torso shook in its bindings. He felt his climax coming.
“Good boy,” Carlos now continually whispered to him. “Squirt it out. Go on. Feels good don’t it boy,” Carlos quietly chanted to his prey filling the ejaculating captive mind with his words.
“Aw fuc…Carlos,” Juan shrieked again and again as he gave himself over to his first orgasm with another person. He exploded while Carlos kept filling his head with the sounds of his voice. Juan couldn’t stop creaming as he closed his eyes and let all resistances stop. He rode on a sea of spunk into a full mental surrender to his captor. Juan kept moaning Carlos’s name while the prostitute continued milking him until, at last Juan, was utterly drained. He opened his eyes to a fuzzy vision of Carlos smiling at him. When his vision finally cleared he found himself slumped against the pole. Carlos was paying the hooker and laughing.
“Good boy,” he snickered as they both left Juan tied to the pole with cum dripped from his deflating cock. Day’s later pictures of that incident came in the mail addressed to the young boy. A note inside directed the horrified teen to meet Carlos in a deserted warehouse or face release of the images.
“Please don’t show anyone those pictures,” Juan had begged when he and Carlos met.
“What will you do if I don’t,” Carlos had sneered.
“Anything,” Juan sobbed.
Carlos grinned and reached down to grab his crotch. “Okay I won’t,” he paused before saying more, taking pleasure in the relief he saw on Juan’s face before moving to crush it. “Provided you service my cock.”
“Se..er..vice,” Juan sputtered as he gazed at Carlos in horror. “You...not…fuck no,” he shouted as his tormentor just grinned.
“Okay then the pictures go out,” Carlos calmly replied.
Juan was mentally shell shocked. He recalled the pictures and imagined his parents and the school seeing them. Tears came to his green eyes. “If...if...just this once…do you promise,” he weakly asked.
“Got ya,” Carlos thought to himself. He had not been sure if Juan would crack. A rush of power raced inside of him and his cock throbbed into life. “Suck it,” he grunted as he quickly unzipped to expose his thick hard-on. The thought of controlling Juan filled him with a highly pleasing sensation.
Juan began to cry but his fear of exposure overcame any reluctance and disgust. He quietly dropped to his knees. He closed his eyes as Carlos moved towards him.
“Opey, opey bitch,” Carlos giggled a he let his cock rub Juan’s full sensual lips.
Juan tasted his powerful tormentor’s salty pre-cum on the surface of his lips. As some of it oozed past them into his throat he squeezed his eye tight. More of his tears flowed mingling their salty flavor with that similar tang of Carlos’s pre-cum. “Lick it,” Carlos’s voice softly hissed. He instinctively knew that rushing Juan would be a mistake. Like some human cobra he let his erection sensually move across the other’s full lips. “Just open and taste me,” Carlos cooed as he pressed gently.
Juan slowly slipped out his tongue to moisten his lips. As he did he also felt the round smooth surface of Carlos’s cock-head play on the portion f his exposed tongue. More salty liquid oozed down from its tip into his throat. He was so close to Carlos that the latter’s warm musky scent filled into his lungs as he breathed. He lightly groaned and found himself sucking in more of the scent. His breathing slowly deepened and his face flushed.
Carlos knew it was now or never. Juan had yet to pull back and there was a slight bulge in the latter crotch. Juan needed just one last shove. “Opey,opey,” Carlos growled once more using the authoritative tone of voice that always cowed Juan.
As tears streamed from his still tightly closed eyes, Juan slowly parted his lips. Seconds later he felt the thick tubular pole moved past his quivering lips. “OOOmmpmph,” he gurgled as Carlos’s hard-on thrust fully into him and cutting off his air. He tried to pull back but Carlos had been ready for that contingency.
“Suck it cunt,” the powerful boy yelled as he grabbed Juan’s curly locks to hold the squirming boy’s face onto the erection.
Juan panicked as he fought to get off the cock. “Ummmmm,” he gasped as he unsuccessfully tried to break free. Carlos’s musky crotch odor still filled his lungs. “If I suck him off fast he will pull out,” Juan told himself. He willed himself not to panic. As he calmed down his tongue lapped on the hard under-shaft of Carlos’s cock. “I gotta get him off,” he repeatedly told himself as he slobbered on the thick invader. “I gotta get him off so I can get air!”
“Fuck,” Carlos moaned as Juan worked to get his tormentor to ejaculate. “God you were born to suck a dude’s…ah…fuck…yeah,” he roared as he suddenly climaxed.
“MMMmpphh,” Juan gurgled. His throat was flooded with Carlos’s salty yet surprisingly sweet jism. As he gulped down the last drops of spunk he felt Carlos’s grip relax then just let go of the former’s hair. Quickly Juan pulled his mouth off the now softening dick. His lips ached and some of Carlos’s juices dribbled down from them to his chin. As he gulped in air he looked up at Carlos. “You promised now,” he lightly said.
“I lied,” Carlos laughed. “From now on you service this cock and the pictures stay between us got it cunt face!” He glared at the kneeing boy. “You know I mean it. Hell you bitch you sucked my fucking cock so don’t try to play the man with me. I can tell everyone about today too. Got it.” He reached down to squeeze a few drops from his deflating dick onto his fingertips. He them massaged Juan’s dark curls with the sticky brew. “My spunk gel suits ya bitch.” He sneered. “So are you going to obey?”
Juan’s only reply was a sobbing nod of his head. Carlos had made him do unthinkable actions. He also saw a clearly visible wet spot in his pants. He was horrified to think that he had also, albeit slightly, leaked during his blowjob. He was too young to realize that someone on the first cusp of his developing sexuality could easily experience arousals in a myriad of sexual situations. The shock of that evidence and what it implied to him shattered him. To his confused mind he assumed it only meant one thing. He wanted this to happen. Maybe, he thought, he was just a bitch. Carlos had broken him. He would now mentally submit to anything.
After that Carlos had Juan sucking the former’s cock every time they got together. Carlos noticed his prey showed evidence of being semi-hard during the sessions. He somehow instinctively knew he could take advantage of this fact in order to solidify his domination of Juan. After a few times Carlos required Juan to jerk-off while going down on the former.
Juan had been hesitant at first when he touched himself during his oral activities upon Carlos.” I…please…it isn’t right,” he had whimpered when Carlos first told him to jerk-off.
“Do it bitch,” Carlos had growled. He smirked as he observed Juan comply. The latter unzipped and pulled out his semi-erection. “Yeah,” Carlos teased. “I knew you wanted it.” The jock felt a surge of power flow throughout his body. He took in the sight of Juan slowly stroking himself. Carlos had to admit it was a pretty erotic sight. “A few pounds of muscle on him and J-boy would be pretty hot. Damn that dick and nuts he’s packing are sweet. And I own it all,” He suddenly thought. The idea that Juan could be attractive or that his junk was interesting surprised Carlos. Anger flared up inside of him pushing those thoughts out of his mind. He experienced an overwhelming desire to brutally face fuck Juan. “SUCK ME YOU CUNT,” Carlos yelled as he grabbed Juan’s head and did that very thing.
Juan squirmed but, terrified o disobey Carlos, he began to masturbate. His own sexual arousals filled his head blotting out any discomfort from the brutality of Carlos’s oral rape. His erotic self-stimulations took over and without thinking he simply sucked on Carlos with a new naturalness. Soon, his teenaged hormones kicked into gear directed by his youthful biological urge to cream at every opportunity. Carlos soon discovered Juan’s blowjob markedly improved.
“Shit the pussy really is into this,” Carlos mused as he fucked Juan’s increasingly willing mouth. “That was the key. He just needed to jerk-off to be a great cocksucker. Shit I fagged his arse!” That knowledge thrilled him. “Aw fuck I’m going to pop my nut,” he bellowed as the lapping tongue actions became too much to bear. “Gulp it bitch,” Carlos sharply yelled as he thrust deeply down Juan’s throat and unloaded.
“MMMMppphh,” Juan replied in muffled tones. He felt his own first squirts. His mouth tightened on the cock as he experienced his own ejaculations. He was lost in a fog of sex. He was barely conscious of gulping in Carlos’s seed while shooting out his own.
“Fuck that was the best,” Carlos grunted as he wiped the last drops of his spunk from his deflating cock on Juan’s hair. Juan said nothing. He simply gulped in air and lowered his gaze to the ground. Knowing his hold over the now fully mind-fucked Juan, Carlos later ordered the quivering Juan never to masturbate unless he was sucking Carlos’s cock. The weaker boy felt humiliated by this order but mentally he couldn’t find the will to disobey. Over time these counters with Carlos assumed a certain perverse normalcy. As a growing teenager he naturally experienced the usual raging hormonal cravings to sexually orgasm. His growing need to get relief compelled coupled with his sheer terror of disobeying Carlos, forced him into seeking Carlos out so he could achieve his own desired sexual ejaculations. Afterwards he would later promise himself to never ask his tormentor to meet up for a sexual encounter but soon his “hornines” forced him to break those promises. Carlos would laugh whenever he saw Juan approaching. He knew what the other teenager wanted but each time he made sure Juan was forced to beg for it.
“Well,” Carlos would sneer as a red faced Juan chocked out the usual plea for a sexual tryst.
“Can we,” he would mumble as tears formed in his eyes. “You know…”
“Why?” Carlos would usually snicker reveling in his dominance of this other young man.
“Cause I need to…oh please Carlos,” Juan would wind up begging. “I need to suck you so bad right now. I’m jumping out of my skin to get off,” he babbled as his craving to “bust a nut” took hold of him.
After more groveling Carlos, who by now was always sexually turned-on by this power trip, would eagerly drag Juan to some secluded spot to get his blowjob. “Okay cunt take it easy,” he would growl as he rubbed his basket in front of Juan. “Cock crazy bitch,” he would laugh as Juan feverishly blew him while masturbating himself.
As time passed Juan’s youthful brain began associating serving Carlos’s sexual needs as a requirement to experience his own sexual release. His tongue soon eagerly explored Carlos’s hard rod. His lungs filled with the other’s now heady crotch musk. Even the familiar taste of Carlos’s salty and sweet jism all combined inside Juan’s mind as necessary for a fulfilling orgasm. One day, to his disgust, he realized he was experiencing a sexual thrill whenever he even thought about servicing his tormentor’s cock. He was even more crushed by this revelation, which solidified Carlos’s hold deep inside Juan’s subconscious.
Carlos quickly detected the permanent change in his subject. “The cunt really is addicted to this,” he thought. Finding this knowledge of his absolute control over the younger Juan to be sexually erotic, Carlos increased his sexual demands to force Juan into using a dildo on himself during sexual blowjobs. Juan barely resisted the new requirements. He was too mind- fucked to disobey.
“Please its too big,” Juan had sobbed when Carlos handed him that first dildo.
“Do it cunt,” Carlos had roughly ordered. He watched as Juan lay, as ordered, on his back and lifted his legs.
Using one hand to hold open a butt-cheek, Juan brought the object towards his rosy pink anal entryway. He pushed as Carlos happily watched. The large head went slowly in ax Juan gasped out in discomfort. “I…it hurts Carlos,” he whimpered.
By now Carlos was fixated upon the dildo. He focused on the moist wet hairs around Juan’s anal ring. “Shit that pussy hole is so fucking hot. I’d love to see if it tastes as sweet as it looks,” he thought. He was so mesmerized it took him a few seconds to realize that Juan was speaking to him. When he did, he also discovered he was fully erect and had a powerful need to get off. “Shove it in cunt,” he angrily stated as his own reactions distressed him.
Crying the younger Juan had, after much grunts of pain, managed to get the thick tubular object into his anus. “It hurts,” he sobbed.
“I can fix that,” Carlos laughed as he reached towards the object and flicked a button under its base. “Instantly a throbbing vibration filled Juan’s stuffed guts. “Vibrator,” Carlos chuckled as he pulled out his erection. “Want my bitch to really feel good as he makes me feel good,” he snorted.
“I…oh fuc,” Juan moaned as the vibrations massaged his prostate. His pupils slowly dilated as this new sensation of erotic thrill took over him. His cock became fully erect as his hand reached down to play with it and his low hanging nuts. “Aw shit,” he lightly replied as he lewdly wiggled on the floor.
Carlos saw the effects and silently congratulated himself on how he was once more breaking his prey. His dick rose to its full length as the pleasures of domination took hold of his sex drive. The scene became so sensually erotic for him that only getting his rocks off could sooth him. “Suck me,” he hoarsely growled as Juan, flying on this new throbbing wave of sexual heat, meekly complied. From then on Juan routine with Carlos included arse fucking on the vibrator.
In time youthful brain once more simply made the requisite connections between Juan’s actions and his now intense orgasms. Fucking his arse became another highly intoxicating sexual thrill that he craved in his sexual encounters with Carlos.
For Carlos the trysts also had their effect. He too looked forward to the sessions. In fact, to his macho hetero horror, he soon found he fantasized about fucking Juan. By the summer before their senior year began, Carlos became worried about how much he was fantasizing on this issue. To his shock he realized that, for the last two years, his sexual intimacy had only been with Juan. His prior exploits with girls had stopped and, more troubling, that fact had not bothered him. When he almost leaned in to kiss Juan he knew events had gone too far. He resolved to end what he now considered was a depraved connection. He planned a way to make Juan vanish so could get back to fucking women.
Just days before senior year commenced, Carlos filmed Juan performing a particularly long self-masturbation while sucking the former’s cock. Carlos even had Juan ramming his arse onto a vibrator then fucking himself to an orgasm in certain scenes. Naturally the film did not show that cock’s owner. When the video came out on campus, the shame of it forced Juan to transfer to another school in a completely new district. He never saw Carlos again.
Stung by all this Juan had vowed never to be any person’s object of humiliation. He began a rigid regime of bodybuilding and took martial arts. By the end of his college days he was strong and powerful. He joined the Mexican Special Forces (FES) and honed his skills even more. One day he realized he enjoying fighting especially when he managed to knockout his opponent. He soon acquired the reputation of never having lost a fight! After he left the military, he undertook a career in the famed masked wrestling profession that was so popular in his country. Juan’s FES education was his best asset and, once again, his reputation of never losing in a fight continued. It was during his climb upward in this field that he developed his trademark move: the nighty-night. Rendering his opponents unconscious thrilled the crowd and, himself in particular. He had also begun to strip his slumbering foes of their wrestling briefs. To his mind, it was the ultimate in humiliation for them. His ego soon became inflated by the adulations that came with each victory. Yet the ring thrills quickly became insufficient for him. He soon began crime fighting. Many saw him as a hero trying to help victims. In reality, his sole motivation was the drug-like high he got in beating others. Still, for years afterwards, dreams of sucking Carlos’s dick haunted him. He found that at times he only achieved orgasms when he visualized Carlos’s cock while fingering his butt-hole. In time that necessity passed but still, he could never fully enjoy any sexual encounter with any women unless, at some point, he could convince them to play with his arse-hole. Even then, whenever Juan felt sexual arousals, his subconscious would replay images from his experiences during his teenaged orgasms so he could stay hard enough to climax. True his conscious mind buried that fact but it was there with a potential to burst free. For the last few years he had ceased any sexual intimacy with women. He repeatedly told himself he was too involved with fighting crime but he unconscious knew it was because those encounters never fully satisfied him sexually. Now, after all these years, he was face to face with Carlos! The very person who had so affected his life. He recalled the last time he had seen Carlos’s face. Once more mental images of his total helplessness with Carlos consumed his soul. The past came back to life in his head. As their old encounters flickered across his mind they left him monetarily paralyzed into inaction.
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The dark-haired crook could see the almost paralytic effect he had had upon the crime fighter. The first flush of fear he experienced was quickly replaced by his natural instinct to detect and take advantage of any foe. He smirked. Acting to capitalize on the Night Warrior’s obvious distraction he moved fast and closely confronted the crime fighter.
The Night Warrior blinked as his foe came right up to him. He had only a second realize his current situtation before the hulking criminal rammed his meaty fist into the hard eight pac abdominals of the stunned hero. “Ooof,” Night Warrior huffed as the air was driven from his body. He had been completely unprepared for the blow. The wily criminal seized his initial advantage by striking Night Warrior’s still relaxed abdominals with another even more powerful blow. “Uhhh,” the muscled crime warrior wheezed as he bent over from the strike. He stepped backward while grabbing his stomach. Quickly he tried to gulp in air. The double assault had accomplished its intended affect of instantly disabling him. Even as he stood bent over and sucking in air, past memories about this man flooded into him. To his horror he also felt the first tingling of sexual arousals. Worse, a hauntingly old submissive craving stirred in a deep recess of his brain. That knowledge completely immobilized his response timing. Without thinking he raised his undefended face to glance up at the man. “I...I…you” he hoarsely muttered between larger intakes of oxygen.
“Oh yes,” the dark haired muscled hulk laughed as he took hold of his current combative advantage to approach and follow up his gut blows with strong uppercut to Night Warrior’s exposed jaw.
“Uhhhhhh,” the handsome hero groaned as his head rapidly snapped up then quickly back down. By now he was slightly punch drunk from the hits. He woozily gazed at his now loudly laughing opponent. It was like a nightmare with Carlos was dominating him. “Not again,” the costumed fighter brain cried out as he unconsciously raised his body upward. The blows had temporarily interrupted his mind’s ability to formulate a defense. His strongly muscled arms lay limply dangling at his sides.
The other man was now running on pure adrenaline. “I’m fucking taking you,” he snarled as he landed a second hard uppercut into the swaying crime fighters’ rugged jaw line.
“Uuummmppphh,” The crime fighter grunted as he again staggered backward. His combat experience told him to try to move away to give himself time to clear his head but his opponent was just as familiar with such defensive maneuvers. He moved in faster and struck another impressive uppercut into the former’s jaw. “Uuuu,” The Night Warrior groaned as he saw stars. By now his powerfully muscled frame could barely stand. Still even more memories of their last high school encounter cascaded into his head. Deep in his terrified mind the chant arose: Carlos was dominating him all over again. To his humiliation he felt more sexual stirrings as thoughts of their last encounter filled his mind.
Carlos laughed as he reached out to steady the barely conscious hero. He grabbed the latter’s face and gazed into the bleary eyes of his opponent. Night Warrior blinked at him with his unfocused eyes. “Yeah, I believe you are out-of-it,” Carlos sneered as he mockingly tapped the unsteady fighter on his cheek. “ You sleepy you smug bastard?” He teasingly inquired of the woozy crime fighter.
“Sleee…huh,” The Night Warrior mumbled as he attempted to climb back into full consciousness.
“I hear you always kick arse,” Carlos snarled. “Never been defeated. Well that changes,” he laughed as he gently lifted his opponent’s head upward with one of his fingers. He glared into the crime fighter’s unfocused eyes. “I’m going to put you down and put you out. I bet no guy ever did that huh sleepy boy?” He snorted as he prepared his right to deliver a final punch. “Nighty-night,” he jeered.
As those words seeped into his brain the youthful hero’s mind was in shock. He had fought countless battles and never lost them. Now instinctively he knew that, for the first time in his life, not only was he about to lose this one but that his old tormentor was going to cold-cock him. “No...not…get…butt-kicked… by you,” he barely whispered. “Won’t...knock…me...ooouuutt,” he groaned.
“Oh yes I will and you are buddy. Nighty, night,” the muscled dark haired chuckled as he grabbed the Night Warrior’s shoulder to steadied his opponent. He positioned in the hero’s slack jawed face then threw one last forceful uppercut to the hero’s jaw.
The hit snapped the crime hero’s head upward. A growing inky darkness overcame him. “Fucccc,” the crime fighter gurgled as he slipped into unconsciousness. He swayed on his feet for a second until the victorious criminal let him go. Then, like a powerfully built tree, he fell backward to hit the ground. Low barely audible “uh,” escaped from him as his head hit the alley’s floor. In those final brief microseconds before he went out, his unconscious mind replayed one last sex scene from his past. The memory caused his body to respond.
“Shit the freak’s got a boner,” Carlos said as he gazed at the splayed prone muscular hero he had single handedly knocked out. “Fuck he is prime beef ,” he said to himself as he took in the muscular frame and hefty and tent-poled basket of his foe. Visions of what he could do with the buff unconscious crime fighter filled his imagination. Carlos had long since come to grips that, while sex with women was fine, he really liked sexually dominating, humiliating and then, fucking men. The publically macho and heroic Night Warrior was a tempting prize for him. “Well another time for that,” he grinned as he rolled the cold-conked hero over to get the keys to the handcuffs from the hero’s belt. He gazed at his opponent’s Lycra clad tight upturned butt and felt an arousal of his own. “Man I bet you whine in heat when I fucked out ,” Carlos mused. Realizing there was little time before help arrived he grabbed the keys from the hero. He gazed over with smug satisfaction at awestruck compatriots.” The cops are coming let’s move,” he snarled as he uncuffed his gang members. As his “friends” freed themselves, Carlos went over to the crime fighter and moved the latter’s face sideways so he could get a private view of the face behind the mask. Excitedly he slipped off the covering mask. “Son of a bitch,” he whispered as he took in the familiar face. Memories filled his mind as well as a lost opportunity he had once had before his youthful foolishness had fucked it up. He gazed at the hero’s perfectly shaped arse once more as he licked his lips. He recalled the effect he had had on the crime fighter. “Still got it bad for me huh cunt ,” he thought as he reached to rub a growing lump in his pants. An evil smirk came to his own face as he blocked the hero’s image from the view of his gang members. He composed himself. The fun was in taking time he mused. “Come on help me clean up my mess before we go,” he yelled as he re-secured the hero’s facial covering.
When the Night Warrior came too he found himself thrust headfirst into a nearby garbage can. “I got knocked out,” he muttered. Worse his own handcuffs had been used to secure his hands behind his back. He gingerly pulled himself out of the garbage bin and stood in the deserted alley. He almost suffered a further humiliation when police arrived. Seconds before, he had just managed to un-cuff himself. If they had found him cuffed his humiliation would have been public.
Later that night the Night Warrior tossed and turned as dreams of Carlos sexually abusing him flashed inside his head. “Carlos,” he moaned loudly as the thoughts about their various sexual activities exploded in his brain. At one point Carlos began to screw him. As Carlos violently thrust deeper into him, the handsome hero’s muscular body quivered then went rigid. “FUCK YES!” he yelled with such force that he woke up to find he was drenched in sweat. He recalled those final mental pictures and, looking down his body, he discovered that he had experienced a very copious nighttime orgasm. His carefully constructed macho self-image shattered in his brain. Though Carlos did not know this yet, the first step in his fully pussification of the city’s virile hero had already started.