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Team Augment Superhero Peril
By: Arthur Hero /Jobbercomics.com
Vern’s Muscle Edging Part 1
Vern entered the basement of Doc’s skyscraper. At 27, the young hero cautiously kept his radio tracker communication device on. In his ear was a headset.
“I’m going in,” Vern said as he sent the message back to Marcus Kane, the head of the Augment Alliance crew.
“Copy,” Marcus called back. “If you get into any trouble, I’m tracking you. I’ll have Vanguard, Slate, or Razor back you up.”
“Don’t bother,” Vern said. “They have bigger problems. I’m just going to get a sample of the air quality and send it back. If it tests positive, we know they are hoarding material to build a bomb.”
“What does it test, muscle hero?” a voice called from an intercom.
Smoke began to fill the room, and Vern started coughing. Emergency bars dropped from the ceiling, cornering him in. Within minutes Vern was on the ground, sprawled out and knocked unconscious from the sleeping gas.
Later
Vern woke up groggy. He was hog-tied on a table, but all he could see were candle lights flickering around him.
“So nice of you to join me for dinner,” Doc said.
Doc—the Grand Island City mastermind villain.
A firm hand grabbed Vern’s left glute muscle. It flexed in Doc’s grip.
“Nice and meaty,” Doc said.
The hero flexed, but the restraints kept him locked down. His arms couldn’t move, and his glutes flexed even more—perfectly sculpted muscles that Doc stared at while finishing a large gourmet dinner.
“I have plans for you, Vern. You will fight in the Mauling Arena on a livestream that dark web viewers have paid millions of dollars to see. You will be stretched, ball-busted, broken, and so much more,” Doc said.
Vern began to struggle in earnest, but there was no way to break free.
“We’ll see about that,” Vern said. “I’ve beaten plenty of your mutant scum before.”
“True,” Doc replied as he continued to massage the flexed glutes. “But you know I’m a cheater. You’ll be in a daze and rock hard from a new serum that I’m testing on you—one that will drain you with each orgasm.”
Doc pulled out a needle and tugged on the hero’s codpiece. The two firm orbs of the suit’s codpiece lay flat against the dinner table. Doc took the needle and injected a purple fluid into the hero’s codpiece.
“Ughhh,” Vern moaned.
“In five minutes you’ll be rock hard and ready to bust,” Doc said.
“My villains await to wrestle you. You might know him.”
Carnisurge.
Carnisurge—brutal, an apex predator mutant with genetic coding designed to break muscle heroes. Carnisurge had battled the more elite heroes like Slate, Vanguard, and Razor.
Doc stepped back from the table, watching carefully.
The purple serum began spreading through the body of Vern’s latex suit, The hero’s body tensed involuntarily as the chemical reaction accelerated through his Augment implant.
Vern groaned, muscles tightening across his abs and thighs as the serum flooded his system.
The codpiece of his suit began to swell outward slightly, the material stretching as internal pressure built beneath the armored fabric. The latex reflected the candlelight in shifting highlights as the reinforced structure expanded and hardened. His hard cock, topped with a mushroom print stretched out the latex codpiece.
“Ah… there it is,” Doc said with fascination.
The scientist leaned closer, studying the reaction like a researcher observing a rare specimen.
“My serum is activating your implant perfectly,” he continued calmly. “Your body is producing energy far faster than normal. The suit is compensating for the pressure.”
Vern gritted his teeth, fighting through the haze spreading through his nerves.
“You’re insane,” he muttered.
Doc smiled.
“No, Vern,” he said softly.
“I’m efficient.”
Across the room, a large steel door slowly began to open, the sound of heavy machinery echoing through the candlelit chamber.
Doc glanced toward it.
“Excellent timing,” he said.
“Your opponent has arrived.”
As Vern’s erection grew harder, the serum began to take effect. Any release would weaken him further. That was exactly what Doc wanted. Premium fluid from a muscle hero could fetch a high price on the black market, and Doc also harvested it to supercharge the mutant goons in his employ.
Doc fondled the rigid shaft through the suit, rubbing along its thick ridge and tugging experimentally. Vern squirmed against the restraints.
“That’s it, muscle pup,” Doc said with a grin. “Release your spunk.”
For ten solid minutes Doc worked the sensitive ridge. Vern’s face turned red, veins bulging along his temples. He fought to stay in control. He couldn’t let the edging session force him over the edge.
He had been trained for this.
Villains, mutants, sadists—so many of them loved edging captured heroes, draining them slowly. Marcus Kane, the mastermind behind the Augment Alliance, had even trained the heroes through controlled edging sessions to build their resistance.
Doc knew that.
That was why the serum made everything easier.
Vern felt waves of euphoria rolling through his body. The chemical influence dulled his focus and made the sensations overwhelming.
Doc finally pulled out a collection tube and fitted it over the mushroom tip.
“It’s time.”
“Unghhhhhhhh—!” Vern groaned as a heavy surge filled the container. The suit’s slit automatically opened to allow the fluid to release. The jug began filling rapidly.
Doc’s eyes widened.
“Whoa. What a load.”
Vern’s body convulsed as the draining effect began to take hold. His strength started fading fast.
Inside his suit, the Augment implant sent out a signal.
87%.
Back at Augment Alliance headquarters, Marcus Kane sat relaxed in his chair, wearing his Grand Island City bomber jacket. His low fade haircut framed a neat, rounded afro, and black plastic glasses rested on his nose above a simple black T-shirt.
On his screen, a YouTube video of AI-generated cats played.
“What cuties,” Marcus chuckled.
Suddenly an alarm blared.
Marcus immediately snapped to attention.
On the monitor, a warning flashed.
87% — HERO VERN
“How?” Marcus muttered, leaning forward. “He was just supposed to get in and out. Fuck.”
Vern was young. Marcus cared about all the heroes under his command, but he was especially protective of the rookies. The veterans could endure heavy combat, but younger heroes—with fresh Augment implants tied closely to their physiology—could drain far faster if captured.
Marcus activated the alert system.
A message blasted across every active hero channel.
CODE RED
VERN IS BEING MILKED AND DRAINED
POSSIBLE DOC INVOLVEMENT
LOCATION UNKNOWN
Marcus slammed the transmit button.
“Come on, Vern,” he said quietly, staring at the screen. “Give me something.”
A voice cut through the comm system.
“I’m on it,” Purple Thunder reported.
Another signal followed.
“We’ll find him, Marcus,” Razor said.
Marcus kept his eyes locked on the monitor, waiting for any signal that might lead them to Vern.
To be continued…
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