Since this series is not yet complete, I'll happily take suggestions from all of you on how to finish the series. :)
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How to break a Super Hero
Chapter 1 - Villain School
Inspired by an original story by Arthur Hero
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Doc Evil looked around the small auditorium from his place at the center of the lecture floor, admiring the collection of aspiring mutant villains he had gathered here at his academy. Tired of being defeated over and over again by crusading, do-gooder super heroes, the diabolical genius had decided to train his own cadre of mutants with super human powers, and recruit them as his servants of evil. This academy contained the fruit of his labors, for he now had dozens and dozens of loyal followers who were nearing graduation and ready to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting world.
And today he had a very special lesson planned for them.
“Good morning class,” Doc Evil said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Today’s lecture may be the most important one that I ever teach you. Soon, you will be graduating from these hallowed halls and set free into the world, to prey upon the weak and feeble that populate this planet. I must warn you, however; there are a small number of men and women out there who break that mold, who share your fabulous mutant gifts. And instead of using these natural abilities to achieve their rightful place of power and dominance, these so called ‘super heroes’ defend the weaklings and protect their fragile societies. These super heroes will attempt to stop you at every turn. You must never underestimate their power and determination, as they can foil even the most perfectly planned plot.”
There was a great deal of rumbling and unease among the two dozen or so students in the room, for they had all faced one or more super heroes in their past and been summarily defeated.
“But never fear!” Doc Evil shouted, gaining the room’s immediate attention once again. “For every super hero has his or her weakness, and if you can find and exploit that weakness, then you can DEFEAT them!”
Doc then turned to the large structure in the center of the room, which was covered by an oversized white sheet. With a showman’s flourish, Doc whipped the sheet off, revealing a heavy duty steel table with a single occupant shackled on top at wrist and ankle with manacles made of the heaviest adamantium.
And that occupant, much to the surprise and terror of the students in the room, was none other than arguably one of the most powerful super hero of them all, Brick Haus! Chaos erupted among the auditorium seats as many of the students began to panic at the mere sight of the legendary super hero, and more than a few of the more terrified students started scrambling for one of the room’s exits.
“Class! Class! Please settle down,” Doc Evil intoned, a wry grin still spread across his face as he made a mental note of which students panicked and which sat steadfast in their seats. “You have nothing to fear. Young Brick here has been completely incapacitated and cannot do you any harm. He graciously allowed me to capture him yesterday after unleashing a particularly devious trap, and he is now here to assist us with this demonstration.”
For his part, Brick Haus was clearly NOT a willing participant for today’s lecture. The massively muscular super hero thrashed mightily against the foot-thick manacles securing all four of his powerful limbs, but even his superior strength was insufficient to break free. He was still wearing his famous red suit and mask, and a big red ball gag had been placed in his mouth, preventing the handsome hero from doing more than grunt like some caged animal. The rubberized suit material looked like it was sprayed on his body, doing nothing to hide his spectacular musculature from view. The young man had the sort of colossally muscular physique that professional bodybuilders could only dream of — a massive frame, enormously hyper-developed muscles, perfect proportions and aesthetics, and a naturally extraordinarily low bodyfat of under 2%. So as he bucked and writhed against his unbreakable restraints, every gargantuan muscle bulged and flexed in stunning relief, a fantastic display of raw and restrained masculine power.
“Now, as you can see, the first step is always to immobilize your hero,” Doc continued, motioning to the bound and gagged Brick. “This particular young man combines extraordinary super human strength and speed with a very quick and agile mind, so he was very difficult to capture. Immobilizing your enemy is often the most dangerous step in the process, and I cannot stress enough that you must never underestimate your prey. Brick Haus has escaped my clutches and foiled my plans nearly a score of times, so this time I took every precaution and made sure that I bound him in shackles that even his mighty strength could not break.”
Doc moved toward the top of the large steel table where the supine super hero’s masked head was thrashing back and forth in fury.
“Step two,” he continued, “is to uncover the secret identity of your enemy and learn all you can about his back story.”
With that, Doc Evil grabbed the mask on Brick’s head and, in one swift motion, tore the mask away. The face revealed beneath that mask was breathtakingly handsome, the kind of rugged, square-jawed look one would expect to find on a crime-fighting super hero. The stunning lad was younger than the students expected, and the surprise and fear in his gorgeous blue eyes at having his face revealed made more than a few of the students smile in evil anticipation.
“Class, meet Brandon Hausman, a 22-year-old college senior from the University of California in Los Angeles. Young Brandon started developing his mutant talents at an early age, having precocious speed and strength even as a young child, and an incredibly sharp mind with an IQ north of 160. It was at puberty, though, that Brandon really started coming into his gifts. Starting at the tender age of 10, young Brandon started packing on muscle at an extraordinary rate. No one in his little home town in rural Indiana had ever seen a lad grow as big and as fast as young Brandon. His phenomenal strength and endurance were a huge asset on his family’s modest farm, but he really started to shine when he started participating in sports in school.”
“Brandon was clever, though, and he quickly learned to conceal just how strong he really was. He didn’t want the world to know he was a mutant, for he would have faced many of the same challenges and discriminations that you have all had to endure. So instead, he chose to live as phenomenally strong and talented athlete, but he only allowed himself to use a tiny fraction of his true strength and skill in public.”
“The young man’s life changed while he was still in high school. He happened to be at the local bank when a group of masked and armed men broke in and attempted an armed robbery. Things went wrong, as they often do.” At this, many of the students chuckled at the Doc’s wry humor, for they all had plenty of experience with plans that had gone awry. “Anyway, several innocent bystanders were shot when one of the gunmen panicked, and it looked like the rest of the hostages would soon follow suit. Brandon realized that he couldn’t just sit by and watch these people that he’d known and grown up with all of his life get gunned down in cold blood. So he suddenly lunged forward and attacked the gunmen. In the chaos that followed, gunfire rang out, and several eye witnesses could have sworn that the muscular young high school student had been shot multiple times at point blank. But when the dust settled and the smoke cleared, the young man was unharmed, and all six of the gunmen were unconscious and bound, ready for the police to arrive.”
“This event marked the turning point in Brandon’s young life, and inspired him to use his extraordinary mutant powers to protect the innocent and downtrodden, and stop those who would seek to do harm.”
At that, the audience erupted into boos and cat-calls. Doc Evil stood there for several long moments, smiling again as he allowed his students to blow off some steam. When they had finally quieted down a bit, he continued.
“Brandon, aka Brick Haus, possesses the greatest physical strength of any mutant to date. He stands 6 feet, 5 inches tall and weighs a staggering 485 pounds of granite hard muscle. His bullish neck measures 23.5 inches around (bigger than most bodybuilder’s arms!), while his upper arms measure a titanic 32 inches around (bigger than some men’s waists!), and his forearms measure 22 inches. Those ferociously powerful arms end in massive hands big enough to not just palm a basketball, but to pop that ball with ease. His gigantic shoulders measure 44 inches across — yes, that is more than three and a half feet wide! — and the circumference of his colossal chest is an unreal 105 inches. The incredibly wide plates of his thick chest and broad wings of his humongous lats taper down majestically and dramatically to a narrow, corrugated, and extraordinarily muscular waist that measures a mere 35 inches in circumference. Yes, that’s right, the lad’s tight, muscular waist is exactly ONE THIRD the circumference of his almighty chest, and only three inches bigger than his own freakishly powerful arms! To say that the young man has a dramatic ‘V’ taper would be an understatement!”
“Brick’s lower body possesses the same level of extraordinary dimensions as his fantastic upper body, with 48-inch monster thighs, 28 inch calves that look like ridiculously overinflated footballs (and really ought to be called ‘bulls’, not ‘calves’), and size 22 extra wide feet. Needless to say, his shoes need to be custom made…” The students laughed at the Doc’s remark, for many of them had also run into the problem of having their attire custom made for one reason of another, such as deformities or proportions that were outside of the human norn.
“Brick has other phenomenal physical gifts, like the massively muscular and powerful ass that you can’t actually see at the moment due to his position on the exam table.” More tittering laughter at this remark. “He has other noteworthy gifts as well, and I’ll cover those as we continue the lesson.”
“In addition to extraordinary strength that allows him to bench press a locomotive with ease, Brick’s diamond hard muscles make him impervious to most harm. He was indeed shot numerous times during that bank heist gone wrong a few years ago, but the bullets bounced harmlessly off of his phenomenally dense musculature, leaving the lad without a scratch. And even on the rare occasions when Brick IS injured during an epic battle, his astounding recuperative powers greatly accelerate his healing and leave him with no lasting damage. The young man’s smooth skin is flawless and completely unblemished, a testament to his body’s ability to heal any damage without the slightest scar.”
“Brick Haus truly is one of the mightiest mutants ever born,” Doc said to his rapt audience. “If only this handsome young muscle beast had chosen a different path, he could have dominated the world. Instead, he’s now here being dominated by me, and ready to be part of today’s demonstration.”
Doc Evil once again moved to the front of the lecture floor and addressed the class. “Step three in defeating your enemy is to find his weakness. Even the most powerful of super hero has at least one weakness. Can any of you guess what Brick Haus’ weakness might be? I’ll give you a hint — it’s also the source of his phenomenal and super human strength.”
“His abs?” said a huge, hulking student with metallic plates growing out of the backs of his hands and fingers.
“A worthy guess, Knuckles,” Doc said. “Brick does have an extraordinary 8-pack of abdominal muscles, like big, deeply etched cobblestones of iron. Why don’t you come up to the front of the class and have a go at the young man’s muscular belly.”
The student got up and lugged his huge frame over to Brick. Knuckles had never been this up close and personal with a super hero before, let alone one as famous as the legendary Brick, and he was more than a bit star struck. The young man was outrageously handsome, his chiseled features intensely masculine yet simultaneously softened by the beauty of youth. The lad’s thick brown hair was worn very short and tight on the sides and back with a thick, wavy shock of hair on top. It was Brick’s stunning blue eyes that really captivated one’s attention, though, and those piercing blue orbs were now locked defiantly on those of the nervous student, as if daring him to do his worst. That heated stare helped galvanize the student’s courage, and he broke his gaze with Brick to drink in the sight of the young man’s utterly spectacular body.
The red rubberized suit left almost nothing to the imagination. Every one of Brick’s gargantuan, super-sized stud muscles seemed ready to burst through the thin material at any moment, and their raw unadulterated power was palpable even from several feet away. The student let his gaze focus on the object of his guess, the super hero’s deeply corrugated abdomen. Brick’s stunning 8-pack was absolutely amazing, rocky and hard and exquisitely proportioned. The student took one of his oversized, meaty hands and rubbed Brick’s abs through his rubber synthetic suit, feeling just how incredibly solid those muscles really were.
Even while the huge, hulking student was feeling up on Brick’s magnificent abs with one hand, he was raising the other hand up high, forming a fist with his metal knuckle plates aimed downward at the handsome hero’s rock-solid washboard. Those plates on the back of the student’s hands were like a natural form of brass knuckles, only bigger, harder, and far more deadly. He took aim at the sexy dimple of Brick’s navel, visible even though the form-fitting red suit, and then plunged his fist downward with all of his might.
WHAM!!!
Knuckles felt several bones in his oversized ham fist snap. It felt like he had just punched a foot-thick plate of solid steel full force, and the sharp agony of the blow traveled all the way up his massive arm. The hulking student cradled his wounded fist in his free hand and backed away from the bound super hero, a look of pain and shock on his brutish features.
For his part, Brick was entirely unfazed by the powerful blow to his mighty abs. He had flexed his abdominal wall at the last moment, turning it into an immovable barrier of iron-hard flesh and making his belly muscles stand out join even greater relief. If the punch had caused him any pain, Brick showed no sign — only the slightest grunt of effort was forced from his lips as the mutant’s metallic fist slammed into his midsection.
While the other students cat-called their injured classmate and taunted him for his failure, Doc Evil said, “An excellent try, Knuckles, but clearly incorrect. You may take your seat. Any other guesses?”
“His biceps!” shouted another student, an even bigger specimen of mutant than the previous one.
Doc smiled and said, “I’d say that’s a better guess, Pile Driver. Why don’t you come down here and see if you’re correct.”
The smiling mutant stood up to his full 7 feet in height, revealing that his forearms ended not in hands, but in the gigantic pistons that gave him his name. The massive brute was arrogant and cocky, and he sauntered over to the table where Brick was securely bound and loomed over the handsome stud, leering down at the smaller man. Pile Driver stood behind the head of the table, leaned forward, and placed his deadly piston fists on either side of the young man’s stunningly handsome head in almost gentle caress and said, “I’m gonna fuck up those huge guns of yours, super stud! I’m gonna pound ‘em to mush and rob you of your mutant strength! Get ready, cuz your days of being a super hero are OVER!”
With that, Pile Driver stood upright and pressed the face of each of his piston fists on top of the gigantic, bulging, flexing biceps of Brick’s gargantuan 32-inch upper arms. The evil mutant then activated his metallic fists, which instantly became a blur of focused power as they rained destruction down on the young stud’s mammoth guns.
BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!
BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!
BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!
BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!
BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!
Brick’s mighty arms were receiving some terrifically brutal punishment, but the sneer of contempt on the young man’s heroically handsome face told just how little he was being affected by the abuse. Almost any other mutant’s muscles would have been quickly battered and bludgeoned into formless uselessness under such a brutal barrage, let alone the arms of a merely mortal man, but Brick’s titanic biceps refused to even dent under this violent onslaught. In fact, the young man just flexed his massive guns, making his behemoth biceps swell to even greater dimensions, and stoically endured the brutal bicep beating without comment or sound.
Pile Driver began to roar in fury and frustration, sending his pounding fists into overdrive. He leaned forward, adding the weight of his great bulk to the force pummeling Brick’s biceps at a rate of more than 20 annihilating hammer blows a second.
The huge mutant kept up the punishing abuse for more than 5 full minutes. Finally, thin wisps of black, acrid smoke began to rise from Pile Driver’s pistoning fists, and he realized that he was redlining his own metallic arms. With a final cry of fury, he switched off his metal arms and stumbled back a couple of steps from the captive muscle hunk, panting and heaving to regain his breath after his powerful efforts.
For his part, Brick merely flexed his massive biceps once again, swelling their already extraordinary dimensions to at least 35 mouth-watering inches of raw male muscle, showing to the auditorium full of super villains that he was still completely unharmed. The only visible evidence of the recent muscle shredding abuse were the angry red circles in the center of each bicep at the location of the multiple impacts. But even as the audience watched, that angry red color quickly began to fade, to be replaced by the lightly tanned hue of the young man’s healthy and unblemished skin.
“I’m sorry,” Doc Evil said. “You also guessed wrong, Pile Driver. Though Brick’s massive arms are indeed almost unimaginably powerful, they’re not the source of the young man’s extraordinary mutant powers. Any other guesses out there?”
A deep and booming voice thundered from the back of the auditorium, “HIS BALLS!”
Doc Evil looked up and smiled as the largest student in the classroom — indeed, one of the largest humans in the entire world — stood up in the back row. A hush fell over the rest of the students, for this was the most feared and most respected student at the university.
The gigantic man was Doc’s favorite student, a gargantuan bull elephant of a male named simply ‘Behemoth’ due to his gigantic size, dwarfing even the phenomenally built super hero currently strapped to the table. Brick and Behemoth were a study in similarities and contrasts. Both men were tall, but while Brick’s 6’5” was still well within the realm of human norms, Behemoth’s 10’4” was perhaps the tallest height ever yet achieved by a human being. Both men were outrageously muscular, but while Brick’s exquisitely chiseled physique was masculine perfection taken to the utter extreme, Behemoth’s gargantuan muscles were so bloated and monstrous as to be outright obscene. It was a wonder that the huge mountain of muscle could even move at all with his frame so overpacked with goliath muscles! While Brick’s 485 pounds of rock solid muscle was admittedly outside the realm of what any merely mortal man could ever hope to achieve, Behemoth’s weight exceeded a staggering and mind boggling 5,000 pounds!! That was more than two and a half TONS of raw muscular power, and more than TEN TIMES Brick’s own extraordinary weight!!!
Brick may have held the title of Strongest Man on the Planet, but Behemoth was a not too distant second.
What few people guessed, though, was that Behemoth had a sharp and intelligent mind hidden behind his brutish, heavy-featured countenance. It was that intelligence that had truly earned the respect of Doc Evil, for he saw in Behemoth a mutant who might someday inherit the empire that he himself hoped to build.
The other students backed away from the gigantic muscle beast as he slowly lumbered down the steps to the lecture floor. Even Brick’s stunning blue eyes widened in the first real sign of fear the young hero had shown since his capture.
Doc favored his student with a large smile and said, “That’s an excellent guess, Behemoth! Please give us a demonstration to see if you are correct.”
Behemoth lumbered over to the captive hunk and took a few moments to survey the stud’s gorgeous form. Then he reached forward with his massive left hand, a hand bigger than a dinner plate, toward the enormous bulge at the front of Brick’s suit. The young man’s eyes widened in horror, and he began to thrash about wildly against his restraints, but there was no escaping the clutches of the gargantuan muscle beast.
Behemoth’s hand roughly encircled the base of Brick’s prodigious genitalia and squeezed hard, eliciting a grunt of pain from the handsome stud as his entire package was squeezed down to the bottom of his crotch, forming a colossal mound bigger than an overinflated basketball. Behemoth then lifted his other hand up, formed a fist nearly the size of a wrecking ball, and brought it down full force into Brick’s straining package.
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
The thunderous impact seemed to shake the very walls, and Brick threw back his handsome head to bellow in terrible agony. Behemoth’s massive fist had crushed that enormous crotch mound more than halfway flat, and the giant compounded the handsome lad’s agony by grinding his huge, bony knuckles into the traumatized flesh before raising his fist upwards and slamming it home again.
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
Brick’s entire body convulsed into one gigantic flexing muscle, his back arching so hard that his body nearly lifted off of the table. His compacted cock and balls were again forced to absorb the entirety of the devastating blow, smooshing more than halfway flat only to rebound to full size again once the offending fist was removed.
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
Three more terrible punches, each powerful enough to shatter house-sized boulders, landed square into Brick’s vulnerable man parts, and the handsome young lad bellowed and brayed into his ball gag like some wounded animal.
The tough rubber of Brick’s red suit couldn’t handle such horrific abuse, and small tears appeared in the fabric, exposing the reddening flesh of the young man’s massive cock and gigantic balls. These tears opened larger and larger with each successive blow.
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
Brick thought for sure that his massive genitals had already been reduced to a jellied, mutilated pulp, but despite the inferno of agony erupting from his huge cock and burly balls, they were continuing to endure, plumping back up after each devastating hammer blow, only to be crushed nearly flat again with the next inhumanly brutal punch.
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
The tears in the suit’s crotch were now large enough that the entire apple-sized head of Brick’s huge cock came into view, and on the next strike, his mammoth left testicle came into view, rolling out of the shredded confines of his suit to lay heavily on the reinforced steel table. The oblong globe of Brick’s ball looked like some sort of dinosaur egg, an incredibly massive and meaty orb of nut flesh that looked even more vulnerable and fragile as it rested on the slab, exposed and naked and unutterably male. Gasps could be heard throughout the rapt audience at the sight of this colossal gonad, for none of them had ever seen such a titanically oversized bollock in their lives. Even Behemoth appeared impressed at the sheer enormous size of Brick’s gigantic left ball, and he seemed to consider that massive man lump for several moments before aiming his next bludgeoning hammer blows on just that isolated bull nut.
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!
Brick was now sobbing openly at the unreal agony erupting from his wounded bollock, and his screams and bellows grew even louder and more urgent with each successive hammer blow. His massive bull nut seemed to be flattening a bit further with each titanic strike, and he wondered how much longer even his heroically tough nuts could endure such terrible abuse.
Behemoth stepped back for a moment to survey Brick’s abused and traumatized crotch. His genitals were now more than half exposed, the crotch of his red suit barely containing his goliath limp cock and equally mammoth right bollock. Behemoth reached forward with one great paw, gathered some of the suit fabric from above the young man’s crotch, and effortlessly tore a huge opening in the front of the suit, exposing the young man from mid belly down to his upper thighs, and revealing the entirety of the young man’s extraordinary genitals to the view of the class for the very first time.
“Now as I alluded earlier,” Doc said, addressing his students, who had been stunned into temporary silence at the sight of the young super hero’s enormous genitalia, “Brick possesses additional physical attributes that are of important note. And I think you can all see exactly which ‘attributes’ I’m talking about. Young Brick possesses a huge monster cock that, even when completely limp, exceeds the length and girth of 99.999% of the biggest, hardest boners on the planet. His flaccid cock is almost like a third leg, measuring just over 12 inches long and more than 10 inches around at its widest point mid shaft. Even I haven’t yet seen how big that massive schlong gets when it’s hard, so that is a bit of data we have yet to collect…”
“Perhaps even more impressive, though, are the colossal testes hanging so huge and heavy beneath that masterpiece of man meat. Each mighty orb is the size of a ripe cantaloupe and weighs in excess of 5 pounds, making them the largest and heaviest human testicles in recorded history. They are also ferociously tough, with an incredibly thick and fibrous outer wall that makes them nearly as indestructible as the rest of his fantastic and rock hard body. But despite their near invulnerability, Brick’s power-packed nuts contain ten times more nerve endings per cubic centimeter of testicular tissue than those of a normal man, meaning that he feels the pain of brutal ball abuse exponentially more than a typical male. And this vulnerability to testicular pain is Brick’s greatest weakness!”
“Congratulations, Behemoth! You have correctly deduced Brick Haus’ greatest weakness! Remind me later that you will receive a special award for your correct answer.”
“Now class, it’s time for us to exploit this handsome super hero’s weakness. And for that, we’ll need some additional equipment…”
Awesome .....can't wait for more :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment, Ian, and you'll be happy to know that chapter 2 will post at noon Pacific Standard Time tomorrow (Friday)! :)
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