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Augment Alliance - Superhero Peril
Part 4 - Razor’s Busting
By Arthur Hero
Razor returned to consciousness one nerve at a time.
First came the cold.
It pressed through the black metal slab beneath him and sank deep into his back, forcing his muscles to tighten before he could remember where he was.
Then came the pain.
A heavy, concentrated ache radiated outward from the damaged Augment housing codpiece. It felt as though the orbs in his testicles had been on fire. It caused a deep pain throughout his body. He rubbed his codpiece, two balls and his cock. Still in place. Still there.
Then came the noise.
Thousands of voices rolled through the darkness surrounding him.
Some were shouting.
Some were laughing.
Others were chanting his name.
“RA-ZOR.”
The chant grew louder.
“RA-ZOR. RA-ZOR. RA-ZOR.”
Razor opened his eyes beneath an assault of white light.
A circular formation of industrial floodlamps hung above him like an artificial sun. Beyond their glare, enormous display screens covered the upper walls of a subterranean arena. Camera drones drifted beneath them, their lenses adjusting the moment Razor moved.
His wrists were locked into magnetic restraints.
Similar clamps held his boots against the slab.
Razor pulled against them.
A warning tone sounded.
A jolt passed through the damaged machinery at his waist, forcing him back down.
His red latex suit was gone.
Only his reinforced gloves, boots, and the battered codpiece surrounding his Augment core testicles remained. The latex casing scarred during Doc’s earlier extraction procedure. One side was slashed, exposing the right brown nut through the lines. The seam around the orbs was slashed.
Razor stared at it. He then rubbed his two bruised plump testicles.
He remembered Doc’s laboratory.
The restraints.
The mechanical arms.
Power being pulled from him until he could no longer lift his head.
The relentless busting sessions. Hammers, drills, needles, lasers, clamps & more.
He remembered Doc watching the output numbers fall.
Then nothing.
The speakers surrounding the arena crackled.
“Welcome back.”
Doc’s voice drew an immediate reaction from the crowd.
Razor turned his head toward an elevated balcony overlooking the arena floor.
Doc stood beneath a gold spotlight, dressed in a long red blazer. Tubes ran from his silver gauntlets into the machinery strapped across his brawny chest. Two Syndicate guards stood behind him while technicians worked at a curved row of control stations. They had electrical power staffs, probably guarded against any potential hero rescues. Razor hoped no one would come after him. He was in the thick of the dense Syndicate fortress. He knew any hero rescue would be high risk and they would get trapped themselves. It was just him, his 49% power in his testicles and his experience.
Doc smiled down at Razor.
“Our guest of honor has awakened.”
The restraints released with four violent snaps.
Razor rolled from the slab before Doc could trigger another shock. His boots struck the arena floor, but his legs nearly collapsed beneath him.
He caught himself on one knee.
The crowd laughed.
Razor looked up.
The arena was larger than he had first realized. Tier after tier of seating climbed into darkness. The audience consisted of Syndicate commanders, mutant warlords, mercenary leaders, weapons dealers, rogue scientists, crime-family heads, and masked representatives from villain organizations across the world.
This was not a prison crowd.
It was a summit.
Insignias glowed above private balconies.
The Black Meridian.
The Iron Circle.
The Pale Hand.
The Ardent Legion.
The Harvesters.
Several faces were concealed behind masks or holographic distortion fields, but Razor knew what they were.
People accustomed to ordering violence while watching from protected rooms.
Tonight, they had come to see a hero dismantled.
More spectators appeared across the massive screens—remote feeds from lairs, command centers, laboratories, private islands, military bunkers, and hidden compounds around the world.
A red counter climbed in the corner.
LIVE CONNECTIONS: 84,362
Doc spread his arms.
“Tonight, the Syndicate offers you something unprecedented. A live demonstration involving one of Grand Island City’s most celebrated protectors.”
A camera drone dropped toward Razor.
Its lens stopped inches from his face.
Razor glared directly into it.
Doc continued.
“You know him as Razor. Veteran operative of the Augment Alliance. Tactical combat specialist. Decorated survivor of twenty-eight major confrontations.”
Images appeared across the screens.
Razor fighting mutants at the Grand Island docks.
Razor pulling civilians from a collapsing bridge.
Then the obsession the villains had. His codpiece. The zoom ins of his codpiece bouncing as he ran. The zoom ins of it being tapped or hit. The zoom ins of his reactions when the pain hit him in those battles. Then a final close up of his nipples, butt armor, and, his cock when it was erect and poking the red latex. And of course his balls.
Razor stared at the footage. Half of it was about his codpiece.
Doc had built an entire presentation.
“But heroes are rarely tested under honest conditions,” Doc said. “They arrive prepared. Armored. Supported by teammates. Protected by surveillance systems, emergency extraction routes, and public sympathy.”
The heroic images disappeared.
They were replaced by footage of Razor unconscious inside Doc’s laboratory.
The audience applauded.
“Tonight,” Doc continued, “we remove those advantages.”
A display appeared above the arena.
A digital outline of Razor rotated beside a red status bar.
AUGMENT OUTPUT: 49%
The number drew excited conversation from the spectators.
Razor slowly stood.
Forty-nine percent.
He clenched his fists.
A faint surge moved through his arms, but it was nothing like the power he was accustomed to. His muscles responded with a delay. His balance felt uneven. Even breathing demanded concentration.
Doc watched him test his strength.
“We returned a portion of your energy,” Doc said. “I considered forty percent, but that seemed needlessly cruel. Fifty percent, however, might have encouraged false confidence.”
Razor lifted his chin.
“So you settled on forty-nine.”
Doc smiled.
“Precisely. Enough to struggle. Not enough to win.”
The arena lights changed from white to bloodred.
Three enormous gates became visible on the opposite side of the floor.
Something moved behind each one.
Something large.
Doc stepped toward the balcony railing.
“Razor, allow me to introduce your opponents.”
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The first gate rose.
A colossal male mutant stepped into the arena.
He stood nearly nine feet tall. Thick ridges of exposed bone crossed his bald skull and shoulders. Scarred gray skin stretched over grotesquely enlarged muscle, making his chest resemble the front of an armored transport.
Heavy hydraulic bracers enclosed both forearms. Their pistons were connected directly to metal reinforcement fused through his flesh.
Each bracer ended in a massive striking plate.
The screen displayed his identification.
MALLEUS
HEIGHT: 8’11”
IMPACT AUGMENTATION: 100%
SPECIALIZATION: STRUCTURAL DESTRUCTION
Malleus slammed his enormous fists together.
The collision sounded like two freight cars striking head-on.
“Malleus was engineered to breach fortified structures,” Doc explained. “Bunker walls. Security vaults. Armored transports. And, naturally, reinforced Augment housings, in tender codpieces.”
Malleus stared at the damaged and slashed codpiece. He could see the plump ball through the red gashes.
Broken teeth appeared in a cruel grin.
The second gate opened.
A gaunt male mutant emerged from the shadows.
Vanta stood seven feet six inches tall, with elongated arms, a narrow waist, and cords of muscle visible beneath stretched blue-gray skin. Black veins pulsed across his chest and throat. A mechanical extraction rig had been fused into his spine, supporting articulated siphon cables tipped with silver nodes.
His sunken eyes glowed with stolen energy.
VANTA
HEIGHT: 7’6”
SIPHON AUGMENTATION: 100%
SPECIALIZATION: ENERGY EXTRACTION
Vanta flexed his long, clawed fingers.
The energy inside Razor’s damaged core in his testicles flickered in response.
“Vanta represents the next evolution of living drain technology,” Doc said. “Unlike conventional extraction machinery, his mutant nervous and sexual system adjusts the siphoning rate instantaneously. A touch can weaken. Sustained contact can empty. And the subject becomes a cum machine.”
Vanta opened his cracked lips and smiled.
The third gate began to rise.
The creature standing behind it was the largest of the three.
Bront was nearly ten feet tall, a monstrous male grappler with a thick neck, an immense torso, and arms almost as wide as Razor’s entire body. Layers of scar tissue covered his dark, stone-like skin. Reinforced harnesses crossed his chest and shoulders, connecting to locking mechanisms embedded directly into his skeleton.
Heavy capture cables were coiled around his waist.
Black grappling gauntlets enclosed his enormous hands.
BRONT
HEIGHT: 9’10”
SUPPRESSION AUGMENTATION: 100%
SPECIALIZATION: CAPTURE AND RESTRAINT
Bront stepped through the gate and rolled his massive shoulders.
The movement made the mechanical restraints along his spine tighten and release.
“Bront can immobilize enhanced combatants many times his own weight,” Doc said. “His mutation produces extreme density, strength, and resistance to impact. He will ensure our guest remains properly positioned during tonight’s experiments.”
Bront looked down at Razor.
Even standing upright, Razor barely reached the center of the mutant’s chest.
The three brutes moved away from their gates.
Razor examined them carefully.
Malleus was the breaker.
Vanta was the drainer.
Bront was the anchor.
They were all fully powered. All enormous. All male mutant test subjects modified for one specific purpose. His testicles.
Bront would restrain him.
Malleus would batter the damaged codpiece housing his testicles.
Vanta would extract whatever energy the impacts exposed and milk him.
Doc had not assembled three ordinary fighters.
He had created a mutant demolition team designed to dismantle an Augment hero.
The screens changed again.
MATCH CONDITIONS
NO TIME LIMIT
NO DISQUALIFICATIONS
TRIAL CONCLUDES AT AUGMENT FAILURE
The audience rose as one.
Razor looked toward the private balconies.
Krieg sat in the central section, leaning forward with both massive hands clasped between his knees. Several Syndicate commanders spoke to their aides while placing digital wagers.
A betting board appeared.
RAZOR SURVIVES FIVE MINUTES: 31%
RAZOR SURVIVES TEN MINUTES: 8%
TOTAL CORE FAILURE BEFORE ROUND THREE: 74%
Razor looked back at Doc.
“You need all this to prove you’re stronger than one weakened man?”
Doc considered the question.
“This is not about strength.”
“No?”
“It is about distribution. It’s about the evolution of your cum powering my mutants. And next your buddies.
Doc gestured toward the cameras.
“Every villain watching tonight has encountered the same problem. Heroes survive. They inspire resistance. They transform defeats into legends.”
Razor’s eyes narrowed.
Doc continued.
“But what happens when the world sees that a hero’s power can be measured, reduced, and publicly dismantled?”
The audience quieted.
“What happens when every criminal organization receives the technical data necessary to defeat an Augment operative?”
Razor’s jaw tightened.
That was the true purpose of the broadcast.
Doc was not merely entertaining them.
He was selling the Alliance’s destruction.
Data from every hit, every drain, and every response would be transmitted to villains worldwide.
Razor looked toward the nearest camera.
Marcus might be watching.
Slate, Vanguard, Vern, and Flare might have found the signal.
Or perhaps Doc’s encryption was too strong.
Either way, Razor understood his responsibility.
He could not allow the experiment to produce clean data. He had do die trying if that’s what it took. No clean data.
He had to become unpredictable.
Doc raised one hand.
A siren sounded.
The three mutant brutes moved away from their gates.
Razor lifted his fists.
His shoulder ached. His ribs still carried bruises from the laboratory.
Malleus moved to his left.
Vanta circled right.
Bront remained directly in front of him.
Razor watched their feet.
Bront would come first.
He was the anchor.
Malleus and Vanta needed him to establish control.
The siren stopped.
“Begin,” Doc said.
Bront charged.
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The nearly ten-foot mutant crossed the arena with terrifying speed, each footfall shaking the steel beneath Razor’s boots.
Razor waited until the final second before moving.
He turned sideways, caught Bront’s wrist with both hands, and attempted to redirect the giant’s momentum toward Malleus.
Bront barely shifted.
His arm felt like a steel support beam.
The mutant planted one enormous boot and swung Razor off the floor instead.
Malleus attacked from the opposite side.
His reinforced forearm collided with Razor’s chest.
The blow lifted Razor completely off his feet and sent him tumbling across the arena.
He struck the floor, rolled twice, and forced himself upright.
The crowd erupted.
His display changed.
AUGMENT OUTPUT: 48%
One combined exchange had already cost him a percentage point.
Malleus advanced slowly, hydraulic bracers hissing around his tree-trunk forearms.
Bront circled behind him.
Vanta remained near the gate, his long siphon cables moving around his gaunt body like metallic tails.
He was waiting for the two larger brutes to expose the codpiece.
Razor wiped blood from the corner of his mouth.
“Doc needed three of you?”
Malleus grinned.
His voice was a deep, distorted growl.
“He wanted enough left for all of us.”
Then the nine-foot mutant charged.
Razor ducked beneath his first swing.
The striking plate passed over Razor’s head and slammed into the arena wall. Black steel folded inward around Malleus’s fist.
Razor drove two punches into the brute’s ribs.
His gloves landed with sharp, precise impacts.
Malleus barely reacted.
Razor struck the hydraulic connection beneath his left arm.
This time the mutant staggered.
Razor followed with a kick to the side of his knee.
The towering brute dropped to one leg.
The audience’s cheering faltered.
Razor pivoted and drove the heel of his boot toward the exposed machinery behind Malleus’s shoulder.
Bront caught him around the waist.
The grappler lifted Razor from the floor and hurled him backward.
Razor twisted in the air, landed on one foot, and immediately rolled away from Vanta’s glowing hand.
The siphon mutant’s fingers missed the codpiece core housing by inches.
Razor swept Vanta’s legs.
Vanta dropped, but one of the cables from his spine rig snapped forward and wrapped around Razor’s ankle.
The extraction node activated.
Cold spread through Razor’s leg.
The overhead number dropped.
48%
47%
46%
Razor grabbed the cable with both hands and pulled.
Vanta slid across the floor.
Razor dragged him close and drove a fist into his face.
The siphon connection broke.
Malleus struck Razor from behind.
The impact hurled him directly into Bront’s arms.
Bront locked one forearm across Razor’s chest and wrapped the other around his abdomen.
Razor drove his head backward.
The back of his skull struck Bront’s face.
Bront grunted but did not release him.
Malleus stepped closer.
His deep-set eyes fixed on the damaged Augment housing.
Razor understood what was coming.
He kicked both boots against Malleus’s chest, using the impact to push himself and Bront backward.
Bront’s spine struck the arena wall.
His hold loosened.
Razor dropped to the floor and rolled away as Malleus punched the wall where the core housing had been positioned.
The steel cratered.
The audience booed.
Doc’s voice came through the speakers.
“Coordinate.”
Malleus glanced toward the balcony.
“Your objective is not random damage,” Doc said. “Bront establishes the hold. Malleus targets the housing codpiece orbs. Vanta extracts immediately afterward.”
The three villains reset their positions.
Razor breathed heavily.
Doc was giving instructions openly because he believed Razor could do nothing about them.
The arrogance gave Razor an advantage.
A thin one.
But enough.
Bront approached again, this time refusing to charge. He kept his immense hands raised and forced Razor toward the curved arena wall.
Malleus moved opposite him, blocking the escape route.
Vanta remained just behind the impact brute.
Razor stepped backward.
Bront lunged.
Razor threw a fast punch toward his throat.
Bront blocked it and caught Razor’s arm.
Malleus seized the other.
Together, the two enormous mutants stretched Razor’s arms outward.
He kicked at Bront’s knee, but Malleus twisted his wrist, disrupting his balance.
Bront moved behind him and trapped both arms against his sides.
The difference in size was overwhelming.
Razor’s back disappeared against Bront’s immense chest, while the mutant’s forearms closed around him like reinforced pipes. Razor planted his boots and strained, but at forty-six percent power he could not separate the giant’s hands.
Malleus approached from the front.
The nine-foot mutant studied the scarred Augment housing at Razor’s waist.
Vanta followed behind him, hunched and eager, the extraction cables fused to his codpiece twitching toward the exposed energy source.
Doc leaned over the railing.
“First coordinated impact trial.”
Malleus drew back his right fist.
The hydraulic mechanisms around his arm compressed. Pistons locked. Metal braces tightened around mutant bone and muscle.
Bront widened his stance.
Razor drove his head backward into the brute’s jaw.
Bront grunted but held him in place.
Malleus struck.
The enormous impact plate slammed into the damaged codpiece housing with a deafening thud.
Razor’s body convulsed inside Bront’s grip.
The red light between the seams flashed white.
The overhead display dropped.
46% ? 42%
Before Razor could recover, Vanta pushed between the two larger mutants.
The gaunt brute placed both clawed hands against the damaged codpiece. He squeezed the red orbs.
Energy surged from Razor into the extraction rig embedded along Vanta’s spine.
42% ? 40%
40% ? 38%
Bront held Razor upright.
Malleus stepped back and prepared another strike.
The three male mutants surrounded him like living siege weapons—one restraining, one battering, and one draining.
Doc was not conducting a match.
He was testing how efficiently three specialized brutes could dismantle a hero.
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Razor gritted his teeth.
Vanta’s sunken eyes closed as stolen energy entered the rig fused along his back.
Bront tightened his grip.
“Look at the camera,” Doc instructed.
A drone descended in front of Razor.
“Let them see you.”
Razor’s head hung forward.
Vanta continued draining. And then Vanta injected the serum. Razor’s reproductive organs were now swelling and swirling with cum.
38% ? 36%
The audience began chanting Doc’s name.
Razor opened his eyes.
He saw Malleus preparing another strike.
He saw Bront’s massive boots planted behind him.
He saw energy flowing through Vanta’s exposed veins. Rising veins.
Energy that still originated from Razor’s testicles.
It was connected.
Razor stopped resisting the drain.
Vanta frowned.
The flow increased.
Razor concentrated on the weakened pulse inside his Augment housing.
He reached through the connection.
Then reversed it.
Vanta’s glowing eyes opened.
“What—”
Razor released a violent feedback surge through the siphon link.
White energy exploded across Vanta’s chest.
The seven-and-a-half-foot brute was hurled backward.
His spine rig sparked.
At the same moment, Razor dropped his weight and drove both boots against Malleus’s knee. The impact brute stumbled into Bront.
Razor twisted free.
He seized Bront’s arm, pulled the grappler over his shoulder, and sent him crashing onto Vanta.
The audience fell silent.
Razor stood over them, shaking from the effort.
His output remained at thirty-six percent.
He looked toward Doc.
“You wanted data?”
Razor kicked Vanta’s damaged siphon rig.
“Record that.”
Doc’s smile disappeared.
The spectators reacted differently.
Some jeered.
Others applauded Razor’s defiance.
A few villain heads leaned toward their aides, already discussing the unexpected feedback event.
Doc looked toward his technicians.
“Did you capture the reversal?”
A technician nodded anxiously.
“Partial telemetry. The subject disrupted the siphon at the source.”
“Compensate.”
Doc turned back toward the arena.
Malleus recovered first.
He tore the damaged hydraulic assembly from his arm and hurled the sparking machinery across the floor. Beneath the armor, metallic reinforcement ran through his swollen muscle.
Bront pushed Vanta off him and rose.
Blood ran from his nose.
Vanta remained on one knee, examining his damaged spine rig.
Razor backed toward the center of the arena.
He had prevented one clean test.
But the effort had cost him.
His vision pulsed at the edges. His injured core codpiece emitted a pain that radiated. It felt like he was kicked in the balls 20 times. The remaining thirty-six percent of his energy no longer flowed evenly.
Doc raised a finger.
“Phase Two.”
The arena floor opened along three narrow seams.
Weapons platforms rose from beneath it.
Malleus retrieved a pair of weighted impact cuffs. Each was large enough to serve as armor plating on a vehicle.
Bront fastened reinforced restraint cables to the locking ports fused into his gauntlets.
Vanta tore the damaged external rig from his spine and connected two flexible siphon lines directly into ports embedded beneath the skin of his forearms.
The three mutant brutes stood between seven and ten feet tall.
Their bodies bore the scars of repeated experimentation. Metal braces disappeared beneath their flesh. Tubes pulsed with chemical stimulants. Reinforced bones pressed visibly beneath their skin.
They were not polished supervillains.
They were living weapons.
Doc raised one finger.
“Phase Two.”
The mutants advanced together.
The floor beneath Razor illuminated.
A circular red boundary appeared around him.
“Remain inside the trial zone,” Doc said.
Razor stepped across the glowing line.
A current struck through the arena floor.
His muscles seized.
He fell to one knee.
The display dropped another percentage point.
35%
Doc smiled again.
“Leaving the zone results in corrective stimulation.”
Razor forced himself upright.
The boundary gave the three villains a smaller area in which to trap him.
Bront entered first.
He fired a restraint cable.
Razor moved aside.
The hook missed his shoulder and embedded in the wall.
Malleus swung one of the weighted cuffs in a wide arc. Razor ducked, but Bront used the attached cable to change direction, whipping the hook back toward him.
It wrapped around Razor’s wrist.
Bront pulled.
Razor was dragged across the floor.
Malleus met him with a knee to the codpiece.
Air exploded from his lungs.
Bront reeled him closer and locked one arm around his neck.
Razor struck backward with his elbow.
Once.
Twice.
Bront absorbed both blows.
Vanta approached.
Razor kicked toward him.
Vanta caught the boot and attached a siphon line to the dangling bouncing red codpiece further up.
The node activated.
Energy left Razor through his codpiece.
“Drain him,” Doc yelled.
35% ? 33%
Malleus approached from the front.
Razor tried to turn, but Bront’s restraint cable held his wrist high while the villain’s arm pressed across his throat.
Malleus tested the weight of his cuff.
“Hold him still.”
Bront widened his stance.
Malleus struck the codpiece with an upward blow.
The impact lifted Razor’s boots from the ground.
A section of protective latex broke loose and skidded across the arena.
His right testicle round and brown showing through the opening.
The audience roared at the sight of Razor’s chocolate balls.
Razor’s status display flashed.
CORE ARMOR: 61% COMPROMISED
AUGMENT OUTPUT: 29%
Vanta immediately disconnected from Razor’s boot and reached for the exposed testicle.
Razor reacted before contact.
He slammed the back of his head into Bront’s mouth, then threw his body sideways. The movement pulled Bront into Vanta’s path.
Vanta’s hand landed against Bront’s chest.
His siphon activated.
Bront roared as energy was torn from him.
Razor twisted his captured wrist and wrapped the restraint cable around Bront’s neck.
He pulled.
Bront stumbled forward.
Malleus swung again.
Razor ducked.
The impact cuff struck Bront in the shoulder.
Bone cracked.
Bront dropped.
Razor tore the restraint hook free and drove it into the exposed mechanisms of Malleus’s remaining bracer.
Sparks burst around the brute’s arm.
Razor kicked him backward.
Vanta lunged.
Razor caught both of his wrists.
The two men struggled in the center of the red circle.
Vanta’s palms glowed brighter.
“You’re nearly empty,” he whispered.
Razor’s arms shook.
“You first.”
Razor pulled Vanta forward and drove his forehead into the mutant’s nose.
Vanta reeled.
Razor grabbed one of the siphon lines connected to Vanta’s forearm and wrapped it around the brute’s neck.
He activated the node against Vanta’s own spine port.
Vanta screamed.
His stolen energy poured out in an uncontrolled burst.
White light filled the arena.
Some discharged into the floor.
Some struck the boundary system.
The glowing circle flickered.
Razor saw the opportunity.
He ran through the failing barrier.
No corrective shock came.
The audience shouted in confusion.
Razor sprinted toward the arena wall.
Doc’s technicians rushed to restore the boundary.
“Stop him!” Doc ordered.
Razor jumped, planted one boot against the wall, and reached toward the lowest camera platform.
For one second, it looked as though he might reach the upper level.
Then Bront’s restraint cable wrapped around his ankle.
The grappler pulled.
Razor was torn from the wall and slammed onto the arena floor.
Before he could rise, Malleus dropped his full weight across Razor’s codpiece.
Bront seized both wrists.
Vanta crawled toward the exposed Augment housing.
Doc’s voice boomed across the chamber.
“Resume the trial.”
Razor fought to push himself up.
Malleus drove one knee between his legs, pinning him groin. Bront pulled his arms backward and locked the restraint cable around both wrists.
The crowd regained its rhythm.
Vanta moved alongside Razor.
His face was bloodied, and half of the extraction rig hung broken from his back. Rage had replaced his earlier composure.
“You damaged my system.”
Razor turned his head.
“You’ll live.”
Vanta grabbed the broken edge of the codpiece housing his balls and now erect throbbing cock, hard from the serum to extract him.
Razor’s body went rigid.
Vanta examined the exposed skin in his testicles.
The twin Augment orbs remained protected behind his testicle flesh, but the surrounding conductors were visible.
Doc walked along the balcony.
“Vanta, direct extraction from the left conductor.”
Vanta connected a siphon node to the testicles.
Energy surged from Razor.
29% ? 26%
26% ? 24%
Razor clenched his teeth against the drain.
Malleus leaned closer, his enormous shadow falling across him.
“You still think someone is coming?”
Razor gave no answer.
“Your team cannot find this place.”
Bront tightened the restraint cable.
“Doc routed the broadcast through twelve networks. Even if they trace one, the signal moves.”
Razor listened.
They were trying to convince him.
That meant they were uncertain.
Doc addressed the audience.
“You are witnessing the central vulnerability of Augment technology. Once the outer casing is compromised, concentrated extraction can bypass the host’s defensive response.”
Vanta increased the drain.
Now cum splattered out of Razor’s cock. Leaking out of the suit.
24% ? 22%
The camera drones recorded every angle.
Razor closed his eyes.
He thought of Marcus inside the operations room at Vand Technologies.
The illuminated map of Grand Island City.
Sky sleeping beneath the console.
Marcus insisting that every mission include three exit strategies.
Razor had ignored that advice at the docks.
He had pursued a false distress signal alone.
Now villains worldwide were watching the consequences.
Razor opened his eyes.
If rescue was not coming, he would have to turn the broadcast against Doc.
He stopped struggling.
Bront noticed first.
“He’s fading.”
Vanta smiled.
Malleus shifted his weight.
Razor let his body go slack.
“Unghhhh” he exploded so much cum it dropped everywhere on the villains. They licked it up.
The output display continued falling.
22% ? 20%
20% ? 18%
Doc stepped closer to the railing.
“Bring him upright.”
Vanta disconnected.
Malleus and Bront pulled Razor to his knees.
His head hung forward.
The audience cheered at the image.
Doc signaled to a camera.
The largest screen displayed Razor in close-up: bruised, weakened, stripped of his armor, and restrained between three fully powered mutant brutes.
Doc raised a microphone.
“Razor, millions know the Augment Alliance as a symbol of protection. What would you say to them now?”
Razor breathed heavily.
Doc waited.
The crowd quieted.
Razor slowly lifted his head.
“I’d say…”
His voice was barely audible.
Doc leaned toward the speakers.
Razor looked directly at the nearest camera.
“…check the carrier wave.”
Doc’s expression changed.
The technicians turned toward their consoles.
One of them froze.
A hidden signal pulsed beneath the livestream.
It had been there since Razor reversed Vanta’s siphon.
The feedback surge had infected the broadcast transmission with a repeating Alliance encryption key.
Every camera drone in the chamber had been transmitting the arena’s location.
Doc spun toward the control stations.
“Cut the signal.”
The screens flickered.
Remote audience feeds disappeared one by one.
The villain spectators began shouting.
Doc pointed toward Razor.
“End him.”
Razor moved.
He had allowed Vanta to drain the surface charge while holding a small reserve within his testicles.
Eighteen percent.
Not much.
But concentrated.
Razor released it all at once.
A red energy pulse exploded from the damaged codpiece.
Vanta was hurled backward.
Bront’s restraint cable snapped.
Malleus was thrown off Razor’s back.
The arena lights failed.
Darkness swallowed the chamber.
Emergency lamps activated in deep red.
Razor rose.
His output display flashed erratically.
18%
SYSTEM OVERHEAT
EMERGENCY RESERVE ACTIVE
Bront charged through the darkness.
Razor caught the villain’s arm and redirected him into Malleus.
The two colossal mutants collided.
Razor seized the broken restraint cable and wrapped it around Bront’s throat.
He climbed onto the grappler’s back and pulled.
Bront staggered around the arena, trying to throw him off.
Malleus swung blindly. It connected. Right into Razor’s nutsack.
“Arghhhhhh.”
Razor dropped. The busting ensued. Squeezes and grapples from the fingers and fists landed towards his balls.
Razor turned toward Vanta.
The siphon mutant fired his tendrils on the chocolate balls. Next he wrapped around the hard cock and pulled it.
Vanta fired both extraction cables. The node attached near the mushroom tip of the cock.
Vanta activated the drain.
Razor’s status fell.
18% ? 16%
Malleus ripped himself free.
Vanta pushed himself upright.
The three mutant brutes surrounded Razor again.
The lights returned.
Doc stood over the balcony controls.
His composure was gone.
“No more phases,” he said.
The arena gates locked.
“Break the core.”
?
Bront carried Razor toward the center of the arena.
Razor drove his elbows backward, but his remaining energy had fallen too low. Each strike felt slower than the last.
Malleus followed.
Vanta retrieved both siphon cables.
The spectators were no longer simply cheering. Some had begun moving toward the exits, disturbed by the hidden Alliance signal. Others remained seated, eager to see whether Doc could finish the demonstration before a rescue team arrived.
Krieg did not move.
He watched Razor closely.
Bront threw Razor onto the arena floor.
Malleus stomped directly on the testicles and the core housing, preventing him from rolling away.
Vanta attached one siphon node to the exposed penis head.
Razor’s output began falling again.
16% ? 15%
Doc spoke through the arena system.
“Do you understand now, Razor?”
Razor strained beneath Bront’s weight.
“You came here expecting a rescue. Even now, you believe your signal will save you.”
Doc stepped away from the balcony controls.
“But the Syndicate anticipated intrusion.”
“Emotional amplification,” Doc said. “Record it.”
Malleus drove his weighted cuff into the side of the housing.
Metal buckled inward.
The secondary shield became visible beneath it.
Razor shouted.
17% ? 12%
Vanta pressed both clawed hands against the opening and now jerking the hard cock in his hand.
The drain intensified.
Razor’s energy streamed into the siphon mutant’s arms. The cum leaking out everywhere.
12% ? 10%
10% ? 8%
Razor’s vision blurred.
The screens zoomed in showing the exposed thick cock with thick veins as it rapidly throbbed.
Razor couldn’t hold it anymore. He ejaculated it all out.
A geyser of cum erupted. The hero convulsed as his muscles flexed. The villains dropped him on the ground as the hero ejaculated uncontrollably.
“Ughhhhhhhh painnnnn make it stop.” Razor moaned.
His eyes rolled in the back of his head and he continued to cum uncontrollably. The zoom in was all over the screen. Three villains surrounding the hero as he came uncontrollably.
Doc smiled.
“Defeated.” He said. “Put him back in his cell. We’re going to bring his energy levels back up and do this again tomorrow.”
Vanta wrapped the tendrils around the defeated hero who was unconscious. He lifted him up and showed his broken body to the arena.
The cheers were loud.
What would happen with Razor now?
———
Back at headquarters Marcus looked at the screen. He talked into his communication device.
“All Augment heroes report to headquarters. We need all hands on deck. We need to rescue Razor. This is the worst busting I’ve ever witnessed.”
To be continued…
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