Long Form Roleplayers

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier couldn't believe the power he felt in his body, spirit and heroism. He had been working tirelessly, training and fighting, to hone himself as there was a growing concern about a new crime organization, the Dark Order, that had been invading cities around the globe. His training had specifically been with Captain America. He had learned so much from his role model. Being a super soldier himself, he relished the opportunity. He had discovered the upper limits of his will power, honed his fighting and had even come to the discovery that his larger build indeed carried enough strength to impress Cap. By the end of their training Silver was lifting more, running faster and even winning in their tests of strength like mercy and armwrestling. It had been an ego boost - but it was always checked when they sparred, even with his physical advantages, and incredible athleticism, Cap was a seasoned fighter who could keep up. Still, Silver Soldier had gained 8lbs of muscle and had never felt more confident in his abilities, more ready than ever to take down the Dark Order.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: For now he was overseeing peace throughout the globe, he sat
confidently - exuding virile masculine stoicism, sitting in his command chair with his legs wide to
accommodate his ample bulge, watching monitors and not seeing much activity from anyone.
Recent efforts had quelled most efforts, though the constant attacks of the Iron Mercenary had proven difficult and Silver Soldier knew he would have to stop him. He was also a super soldier, research had found his history. His martial arts history was near enough to rival that of Silver Soldier, and his exploits were known in the underground. He was vicious and merciless against his enemies - not one to be taken lightly. But he was smart as well, and had found ways to evade the probes from the League, but not enough that he hadn’t been pinpointed between the training camps, each on either side of what was suspected to be one of the main Headquarters of the Hall of Heroes, a bit arrogant of the organization, but not necessarily surprising. All eyes and ears were waiting, though check-ins from his team had not been as frequent as Silver would have liked, he would have to remain patient.

Rising from his seat of power and walking through the halls, nodding to a few of the late working
staff, he decided to go to the training room to let off a bit of steam, he would come back and check the monitoring system and see what the AI system had pieced together. Until then, he would take a moment to check his strength. When he walked in the motion lights turned on and he saw his reflection in the mirror, he had really gained mass, and it was evident in the way his 6’2, now 229 lb frame rippled with power in his suit, the striations and veins visible under the fabric of his woven costume. His decency was barely contained in the briefs that laid over his suit, but otherwise, nothing was left to the imagination. He exuded power. He took a moment to bring his arms over his head and tightening his core, enjoying the rippling strength that radiated from his powerful body.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Dark Order, an organization devoted to world domination by any means necessary, had been in a struggle for power with the allied nations and the Hall of Heroes ever since they were founded by the ruthless mercenary, Max Irons.

Why did Max Irons found an organization devoted to world domination? Because he was born to conquer.
Everything else in his life is just a means to this end. His delight is in the moment of conquest, the moment when his foe realizes that he has been defeated, and humiliated. Outmanned. Outfought. Outthought. Conquered. Broken. That moment is pure sex to Max. It is the ultimate orgasm, and many of his foes have breathed their last breath being savagely raped by his conquering cock.

This lust for conquest and power, for control and domination is his destiny. He spent his life building his body and mind into the ultimate weapon. He trains ruthlessly and relentlessly, honing himself, pushing himself in every possible way. His 6’2 frame was packed with 230 pounds of steel-hard, combat forged, herculean muscle. He was far, far stronger than he looked, having trained for strength so ruthlessly that he could match the power of men far larger and seemingly more muscular than he was with ease.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: He joined the Australian SAS as a young man, his talents for combat and fighting were exceptional. Driven by his ambition to conquer and control his opponents, he quickly learned everything the Australian SAS could teach him, tactics, advanced hand to hand fighting, marksmanship, weapons handling, explosives, leadership skills, and infiltration. He excelled especially in hand to hand combat, accumulating black belts in BJJ, Karate, Krav Maga, as well as Muay Thai.

He was utterly ruthless, and racked up an impressive record, but even his hard-bitten SAS comrades had grave concerns about Max’s methods. His time with the Australian SAS ended abruptly when he went too far in a training session. At the time, Max’s sparring partner was one of the best fighters in the SAS, and the contest was evenly matched. Refusing to accept defeat, he killed his opponent.

Once thrown out of the Australian SAS, Max found his true calling. World domination.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Standing between this goal and Max stood the Hall of Heroes. Lead by the world’s mightiest super soldier, Captain America, and packed with many other powerful heroes, they were a formidable obstacle to Max’s plans.

But soon, Max’s fledgling organization had gathered enough resources to gather together a research team with one goal: recreate the lost formula for the super soldier serum. And in time, thanks to the support from Max and the Dark Order who managed to stay one step ahead of the Hall of Heroes in their theft and plundering of the valuable resources needed for the serum, they succeeded in creating one dose.

And so it was that the Dark Order now had their own super soldier. Armed with newfound power, Max set himself a new goal. The defeat and destruction of the Hall of Heroes itself.

Max had gained muscle that was denser, stronger, more powerful than the most accomplished Olympic athlete or special forces soldier the world had ever known, and it didn’t stop there. His strength, resilience, and sheer power continued to grow and grow. Add to that his incredible stamina, rapid healing factor, his SAS training, Max was now the most accomplished, most brutal, most vicious soldier the world had ever seen. He was certain now that he was a match even for Captain America. It was time to put that to the test.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: After careful planning and preparation, the Iron Mercenary was ready to infiltrate the Hall of Heroes itself, penetrate to the very heart of that legendary compound, and take out the Silver Soldier. That would be his test, to see if he was as powerful as he thought he was. The Dark Order had brazenly established training camps near the structure, to draw the eyes of the Hall of Heroes, a distraction to take focus away from Max’s real plan.

Standing outside the legendary compound, the lean, steel-hard frame of the powerful super villain wore black combat boots, black combat trousers, and a black muscle hugging battle top with the Dark Order insignia emblazoned on the chest. His team of technicians and elite cyber specialists had done their job well. He leaned down, and carefully wired the small innocuous looking microchip into the electronics for one of the security cameras encircling the compound. Getting up to the camera undetected had not been easy, but Max was the best. His elite training as a special forces soldier was second to none, not even Captain America. Once the small chip was hard-wired in, it released a very subtle virus into the AI controlling the Hall of Heroes. This virus altered the AI in one simple way: it caused Max to vanish. Security footage of Max would show empty air. His voice would not register, his movements would be ignored. The AI would never realize anything was amiss, it simply would be unable to detect the Iron Mercenary.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max stood back at last, and with a grin, waved at the security camera. Nothing happened. With a nod and a grunt of muscle, the powerful super soldier squatted, and leapt up the fifty feet to the roof of the Hall of Heroes. The AI might not be able to see him, but obviously, other men would. And he wanted his visit to the Silver Soldier to be a surprise. With practiced skill, Max unscrewed the grill for a ventilation shaft, using a tool kit from his tactical belt. His hard muscled frame wormed into the shaft, and he replaced the grill behind him to cover his tracks. Moving with stealth and speed, he navigated the ventilation system until he found the vent he wanted. He dropped down noiselessly, with cat like grace from the ventilation shaft into the main control room of the Hall of Heroes. Every muscle was flexed, and his senses were in full combat mode, looking for any sign of danger. But the room was empty. The vast AI monitoring system showed images from around the world, in its ceaseless hunt for the Dark Order. Max grinned at the irony that the object of the AI’s search was standing right here in the control room. He scanned another wall, full of security monitors for the Hall itself, and quickly spied a monitor showing the Silver Soldier in the training room. Max smiled as he spied the hard-bodied, steel-muscled legendary Silver Soldier flexing and inspecting his physique on camera.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max had to admit, the Silver Soldier was jacked. Every muscle was sharp cut, his body was shredded, and he radiated an aura of competence, strength, and sheer power. Max was certain that the Silver Soldier had packed on muscle since he’d last encountered him in that stalemate a few months ago. Good. It would make his defeat that much more satisfying. Without hesitation, Max left the control room, and in a few moments was standing outside the training room. He activated the door panel, and entered, the door sliding shut behind him. He grinned. Silver Soldier wasn’t alarmed, probably thinking it was some other staff member. The idea that he could be in danger in the very heart of the Hall of Heroes was just crazy.

Until Max spoke. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important Silver Soldier, but you see, I’m on a tight schedule here. So let’s get on with your destruction, shall we?”

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary:

10:01 Silver_Soldier: It was just as he was loading up the bench, with special density plates, a weight easily exceeding 1,000 lbs, that Silver Soldier heard the door open to the training room. He hadn’t expected anyone to come in tonight, but it wouldn’t be a big deal, he’d have gotten a signal if it was an emergency. And then he heard the voice, which was familiar, but did not belong to any of his colleagues…”Mercenary..” He sneered as he saw the impressive villain in front of the door. “Well, it looks like you’re trying to save me time by showing up in the Hall.” Silver Soldier had no reason to take the Iron Mercenary lightly, and his build was a testament to that. Even covered in his gear his muscled frame was apparent. Silver Soldier’s eyes darted around the room. He had left his comms in the other room and AI hadn’t alerted him of the Iron Mercenary’s presence. Silver Soldier still retained absolute control of the AI he concluded, or
else the Iron Mercenary would have already wreaked havoc in the control room.

“So you’ve hacked into our systems somehow? Is that what you think will buy you the time you need?” Silver Soldier began making his way to the mats as he eyed Iron Mercenary, waiting patiently and readying himself for the slightest aggressive move in order to respond. There was evident tension in the air as each super soldier eyed the other, the room shuddered with the imminence of the battle about to take place. Silver Soldier felt his left fist tighten, clenching, the entirety of his arm rippling in powerful display. “I think you’ll find this encounter a bit different than our last, and I’ll be glad to put you away for good Mercenary,” Silver Soldier set his jaw as he laid out these words, his eyes burning with seriousness and conviction.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max's expression remained faintly amused, contemptuous as he watched the Silver Soldier react to his presence, abandoning the bench press he was setting up.

Max's body smoothly shifted into an elite combat stance as he slowly circled the enemy super soldier, but his expression never altered. "I wanted to get a good look at the legendary Hall of Heros before its imminent destruction. Though, I have to say, security is a bit lax around here, wouldn't you agree? It was a stroke of good fortune that you were on the premises, Silver Soldier. All alone, no Steve Rogers to hold your hand." I mocked the hard-muscled super soldier.

Then, as the tension continued to build, the impending violence hanging in the air, Max continued, his circling stance bringing him closer and closer to the Silver Soldier. "Tell me Silver Soldier, how is your training with Steve Rogers going? I'm truly hoping that under his tutelage, you've become a worthy opponent, though I doubt you have little time for training since your main job is to kneel at his feet and suck his dick."

After hurtling that phrase, the Iron Mercenary strikes, smoothly driving forward, his powerfully muscled quad flexing with brutal power and speed, lashing his combat boot out with surgical precision, savage strength, and deceptive quickness. The kick appears to come in low, targeting the super hero's knee, but at the last moment in pivots up, re-targeting the hero's head in a feat of elite skill and athleticism.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: “*He must think I’m a fool…*” Silver Soldier watches as Iron Mercenary slowly circles in on him, something that Silver Soldier is eager to invite. A chance to get close and show the Iron Mercenary his true power. A test of men. He had studied the Iron Mercenary of course and understood him to use underhanded tricks and feints to open up his opponents. There were few who had survived him, but their accounts were similar in some regards, so Silver Soldier understood he needed to remain hyper-vigilant. As the villain approached, he noticed him favoring a lead with his feet, making it clear he would be throwing a kick to start his strikes.

The art of fighting requires a degree of mental stack, patterns, and rhythm. The metronome of tension was thick, and no patterns had yet to be set, except for the previous fights both men had taken part in, and their history with each other. So the last step of advantage for Iron Mercenary to exploit would be the mental stack - the ability to only handle so much stimuli and approaches at once until the opposition could open up their target and take advantage. Silver knew he was
too controlled and heroic to end up pitifully bitched and broken the way some of Iron's victims
had been found, he was prepared. Soldier anticipated the Mercenary's tactics, and even as he
saw the foot, his leg padded with something, aiming for his knee, he knew - and he quickly
parried as the boot comes for his head, even knowing it’s coming, it’s incredibly fast and strong,
but his guard holds, only for Silver Soldier to SLAM a hard fist directly into the right inner thigh of
the Iron Mercenary. The muscle rebounds, but it’s a solid blow, and it displays the power in Silver Soldier’s body. Knowing better to rush in, staying light on his feet, he takes a measure of the Iron Mercenary, waiting to see how he’ll respond.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max Irons was impressed, he had to admit to himself, at the ease and proficiency with which the Silver Soldier countered his opening strike, parrying that boot despite the feint, and throwing in a quick and savage counter punch to his exposed right quad with precision and power. Max grunted, stumbling slightly as pain blossomed across his inner thigh. His eyes narrowed. This was going to be a very appropriate test indeed.

The Iron Mercenary never backed down from a challenge. His eyes steel hard, the ruthless mercenary circles in tight, moving right, then left, herding the Silver Soldier back towards the wall, before striking again. He drives in with a combo of blows aimed at the super soldier's powerful physique, targeting the super hero's handsome head and muscled core with a brutal right fist targeting his jaw, and a lighting fast left hook angling up for his body, ready to defend against a counter punch.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: If those blows landed, then that was a bonus, but the main purpose behind them was to keep the hero on the defensive, as his right foot snaked out behind Silver Soldier's left ankle while throwing that combo, yanking savagely to trip the super hero up and knock him off his feet.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier noted the incredible recovery of his opponent as he seemed to shrug off his punch only to press onward. Near the wall, Silver Soldier was careful and quickly blocked a punch coming for his head, then rolled most of the other aimed for his body, it slightly getting his pec muscle, but not doing real damage as he rolled into a quick hook aimed at the Iron Mercenary. His training with Captain America had clearly paid off as he had answers for Iron Mercenary’s approach so far, but his opponent was able to roll off his own hook too.

He felt as his left ankle was scooped off the ground, mmff, and he put his weight on to his right leg, quickly lifting his leg and getting away from the Iron Mercenary, though he found himself in the corner as he did so. He knew better than to stay tied down, so he took it he decided now was the time to strike. He feigned his own right, only to send a savage left hook for the Iron Mercenary’s head, and a right for his body, looking to press towards him to make him back away.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max grunted, having expected his combo to be blocked by the very proficient Silver Soldier, and he was not disappointed, though he took satisfaction in the feel of his fist slamming into the side of the super soldier's extremely beefy right pec.

The Iron Mercenary had managed to catch the Silver Soldier off guard with his trip attack, and the super hero played right into his game plan as he retreated, stumbling towards the only place Max had left for him, right into the corner. Max surged forward, his hard-muscled body moving with the grace of an elite soldier, his guard up tight.

Max was ready when the counter attack came, the wily mercenary never fell for the feinged right, and when that left hook came in for his head, Max shot out his own right arm, crossing wrists with Silver Soldier's incoming left with a brutal blast of muscle, designed to knock that left hook out wide, leaving the super hero open.

Near simultaneously, Max employed the same tactic for that right hook to his body, his left arm moving with blinding speed and power, tucked in tight against his rippling obliques, catching that punch in the crook of his bicep and elbow, before explosively blasting outwards, throwing Silver Soldier's right arm out wide, to further the process of shattering the super hero's defenses.

It was then that Max struck, reaching up to grab the superhero's head, raising his knee with a series of brutal strikes while the Silver Soldier's arms were knocked aside, seeking to smash the Silver Soldier with a series of brutal knees directly in the super hero's row after row of hard-muscled, super hero strong ab bricks, rippling chiseled obliques and ribs. Trapped in the corner, there was no way for the hero to slice left or right.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: With a burst of speed and power even the Silver Soldier hadn’t anticipated, the Iron Mercenary deftly batted away his attacks and he found himself left open briefly, but it was all the cunning villain needed. The back of his neck was suddenly wrapped by the tight grip of the Mercenary and his torso attacked with an onslaught of knees - powerful battering rams that were meaning to tear through the hero. They thudded heavily against him and small grunts popped from his lips. His mind focused in the pain however, as he knew the Iron Mercenary could not be given any chances to ruin the League of Heroes. He took 4 hard shots into his body before he found the strength to push the Iron Mercenary off of him, and they both went stumbling out of the corner. Silver Solder had trained for moments like these and as they came out, his body twisted and his right fist came sailing up to slam the Iron Mercenary on the chin, an attempt to reset the match.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max grunted with pleasure as his knee drilled four savage strikes deep into Silver Soldier's chiseled, shredded torso, smashing into his body unloading their payload of destruction. Max found himself shifting his weight, and struggling to keep his balance as the heroic super soldier rallied, driving them both out of the corner.

With a massive twist, the Silver Soldier ripped free, and in the ensuing chaos, the Iron Mercenary never saw that right uppercut nailing him in the underside of his bearded chin. Max's world went white for a moment, blood spraying out of his mouth, the damage was brutal as his entire body was rocked by the force of that perfect shot. But Max was a trained warrior, he'd drilled himself, pushed himself harder, to his limits and beyond, and he'd reached a level of combat where he reacted on an instinctual level.

So it was, despite taking an uppercut that nearly knocked the brutal mercenary out, Max's retaliation was instant and savage, thanks to his intense training, his superb reflexes, and killer instincts. He spun on one combat boot in a blur of motion, and drove his other boot with the force of a cruise missile directly into the super hero's chiseled, battered core with enough force to send the super hero flying.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: It was with relief and focus that Silver Soldier followed through with his devastating uppercut, he could feel the villain head careen away as he spewed blood. But it was in mere seconds after he felt a sudden spike in his confidence to turn the fight around, that he felt a spike in his gut. It was horrendous, ripping through his midsection, his eyes bulged and he felt his body folding before it stopped in mid-air, “HUURLLKK,” and then, “AAAAAGHH,” flew harshly back into the corner of the room, his head snapped against the wall and the air sailed from his lungs, needing a moment to breathe, his insides gurgling, a moment keep himself on his feet, Silver Soldier outstretched his arm to make sure the Iron Mercenary was kept at bay. He had taken harsh blows before, ones to test his limits, but this kick was brutality personified.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The Iron Mercenary found himself standing in the middle of the training room, chest heaving, muscles rippling, blood trickling down his chin, his jaw throbbing in agony. He hadn't even consciously remembered throwing the kick until after the lights stopped flashing behind his eyes. But despite the lingering effects of nearly being knocked out, the Iron Mercenary had no quit in him, not an ounce. He was not about to waste an opportunity to strike.

With a roar of fury, his battle lust switched into ultra high gear by that smashing uppercut, he surged towards the Silver Soldier's form, slumped in the corner, one arm outstretched.

Moving with elite speed and precision, the Iron Mercenary simply reached out and seized Silver Soldier's outstretched wrist, expertly twisting that wrist in a savage joint manipulation that drove the superhero to his knees, his outstretched arm fully under Max Iron's merciless control, twisting that arm, and dropping his heavily muscled body across the Silver Soldier's body, locking the super hero's powerful, thickly muscled right arm in his grip, tearing at the bowling ball aesthetically perfect shoulder, seeking to rip and sunder tendon and muscle alike as he continued his ruthless assault on the mighty, heroic super soldier.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Before he could react he found his arm being wrenched, his wrist twisted. He was heading down to the ground and his body dropped, his arm twisted up behind him. He didn’t have time to push away, and now he felt a sudden stabbing pain throughout his muscled dense arm. “NNNNNNNNNNGH” He growled as his face contorted. He began to pull his legs underneath him, trying to find a leverage point to get out of Iron Mercenary’s hold. He might need to bide his time, but he knew he wouldn’t have too much left if he didn’t do something quickly either. He twisted his torso, utilizing his lean frame to his advantage as he had more flexibility than most would realize, though it wasn’t enough to keep his arm from hurting, or from being pinned, it at least kept him out of harm of a torn shoulder. He would look for an opening…soon…

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max Irons grunted with effort as his muscles rippled and power surged, attempting to rip the hero's right arm to pieces. But he felt the Silver Soldier's chiseled, ripped body flexing athletically beneath him, twisting, adjusting to minimize the damage that the Iron Mercenary was inflicting on that perfect arm.

Max twisted his own position, his thickly muscled, yet lean frame, every bit as flexible as the Silver Soldier's. As he twisted, he transitioned that arm bar into a hammerlock, mounting the super hero from behind, wrenching that mighty heroic gun deep up the hero's back. Max's cock began to throb as he felt his dominance slowly begin to establish itself over the mighty super soldier.

He lifted his left arm, his bicep flexing, veiny and striated, throbbing with ruthless power, then smashed that fist down in a mighty blow, directly into the exposed and trapped bicep, driving into the center mass of that mounded, bulging muscle, beneath the peak, not far above the bone, seeking to deliver maximum destruction to that powerful gun.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Sneeringly, he began to mock the super soldier. "So, this is a sample of your new training regimen, Silver Soldier?" BAMMM another mighty blow smashes into that bicep. "Is this what you meant when you boasted how different this encounter would be?" BAMMMMMMMMMMMM another blow drills like a wrecking ball into the hard, thickly packed muscled bicep. "Is this your idea of putting me away for good?" BAMMMMMMMMMMM another savage fist smashes with destructive force into that trapped bicep. "I'm going to rip you apart, Silver Soldier, muscle by muscle, bit by bit. I'm going to leave you a quivering heap of broken bones and pulverized muscle. Then, you are going to help me. Because, you see Silver Soldier, I didn't actually bring any explosive charges with me. No. You are going to initiate the self-destruct sequence for the Hall of Heroes for me." BAMMMM yet another ruthless fist smashes down like an armor-piercing missile to detonate against the Silver Soldier's bulging bicep, in the same location, just below the peak, in the centre mass, and above where it attaches to the bone.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier tried to change course, but Iron Mercenary was right there with him. Damn, the Iron Mercenary's body felt incredibly heavy on his back, much more weight than Silver Soldier thought possible. He was denser than Silver Soldier ever would have imagined. His face contorted in a twist of pain as the Iron Mercenary pulled his arm up into a hammerlock. With his other arm, Silver Soldier began to push against the mats, but before he could leverage out of any kind of position the Iron Mercenary unloaded.

He fought and pulled his arm, a test of strength, only for a massive blow to jettison harshly into his flexing bicep. "NNNGHH" - he groaned out, his head snapping off the mat in a pained expression, but he kept pulling with his arm. The Iron Mercerenary's grip was exactly that though, iron tight and without mercy. The villain gloated as he pinned Silver Soldier down, and the hero felt his gut knotting, all while his arm began to burn with fiery torment. The last hit elicited more than just a groan as Silver Soldier let out a yelp of pain, and he push against the mats, his chest exploding in power, his right leg and then his left coming up under him and he pushed, getting up to his feet and twisting, the Iron Mercenary STILL holding onto his right arm, he pulled with what power he could must and through his legs as well, flinging the Iron Mercenary toward him and SLAMMING his chest with his outstretched left arm, sending the villain back to the mats.

Silver Soldier stumbled away to nurse his right arm briefly, still eyeing the Iron Mercenary - "I'm not going down to someone like you Mercenary, you'll rue the day you decided to sneak in here and tangle with me criminal."

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The Iron Mercenary raised his fist to smash yet another blow into the Silver Soldier's trapped right arm and bicep, but suddenly the super hero pushed up off the floor, with his left arm and legs exploding with a surge of heroic might, the super soldier's ripped and shredded muscle unleashing a sudden burst of force that restored him to his feet, despite Max's best efforts to keep him down, despite the brutal punishment the Silver Soldier had taken to his arm and his core. The ruthless mercenary shifted his own weight, attempting to keep control of the hero's trapped right arm, but Silver Soldier twisted out of the hammerlock, and smashed the super villain right in his steel-cabled chest with brutal force, throwing him backwards.

Grunting, his head still pounding from that savage uppercut, the Iron Mercenary still managed to control his fall, rolling over his shoulder, and springing back up to his feet, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. He nods, as if in approval, at the super hero's display of strength, grit, and fortitude. His manhood throbs, engorged by the flush of combat against the powerful, heroic super soldier.

He snarls back at Silver Soldier, "The thing is Silver Soldier, you don't have a choice in the matter. You are going down to me, whether you want to or not. I will make you rue the day you were ever born." With that, the Iron Mercenary charges forward in a blur of motion, smashing his left boot directly towards Silver Soldier's right-hand, thickly muscled obliques and ribs. Either one of two things would happen... the Silver Soldier would block his brutal kick with his right arm, doing even more damage to that aesthetically perfect hard-muscled right arm, or take the blow to his ribs, doubling down on the damage to the hero's core. "I will break you, Silver Soldier." the Iron Mercenary snarled towards the handsome super hero.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier could feel his arm aching, throbbing. He needed to come up with something to put the Iron Mercenary down. The villain had come to his turf. He watched the Iron Mercenary deftly roll up, barely affected by his show of power and his devastating clothesline - or it would have devastated a normal foe.

The Iron Mercenary approached confidently and Silver Soldier found his back closer to the wall than he would prefer as he walked back slowly. This realization hit him he watched the Mercenary's boot come sailing towards him. His eyes bulged as he had to guard it, but his arm was trying to recover - he didn't have much choice though, or he'd be suffocating to breath....He had to decide..which - NNNNNNNGHHH.

His face contorted as he chose to block the vicious kick, his already damaged arm dropped and dangled at his side, aching from the blow. His left shoulder scraped against the wall behind him, and he forced himself to turn, aiming for the Iron Mercenary's head with a spinning back kick.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The Iron Mercenary grunted with satisfaction as he felt his heavy combat boot smash deep into the super hero's battered arm. The hero had chosen to block, which was fine with him. But again, the Silver Soldier shows the Iron Mercenary the depth of his strength and training.

As Max snaps his leg back, but before he can fully re-establish his guard, the super soldier's foot lashes backwards in a spinning back kick that comes rocketing for the ruthless mercenary's head. Only the super villain's elite training saved his head from being kicked off. He just barely manages to get his right arm up to cover his head.

The kick smashes into the Iron Mercenary's forearm, absorbing some, but not all of that brutal force, the hero's heel smashing into Max's bearded cheek despite the hastily raised forearm. The shock of that kick sends the stunned super villain hurtling sideways, smashing into the wall, the force of that kick opening a cut just above his cheek, sending a small trickle of blood down into his beard.

His forearm throbbed, even his ultra-dense, ultra tough bone structure and musculature was tested by that blow. But with a growl, Max staggers away from the wall, chunks of plaster where the wall was broken from the impact clattering down behind him.

And then, Max smiles at Silver Soldier, his eyes flashing like steel daggers. "Not bad, not bad at all. Breaking you will be a challenge worthy of my strength and skill, Silver Soldier."

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's big boot connects and sends the villain sprawling to the wall. He can't help but notice the damage his blows have on the Iron Mercenary. They're both super soldier's, but Silver Soldier appears to be more durable - yet his big right arm doesn't feel that way. It's throbbing and he's got it bent at the elbow sitting against his side. - No time to think about that right now though, as he has to laser focus, hone in, and take the Iron Mercenary down.

He knows he's had an effect on the big villain as he pushes off the wall - he's going to say something...he always has something to say when he's been knocked or rocked by an attack - and that should play to Silver Soldier's advantage. The villain wants to break him - but not just physically - he always pushes in with something to say, to be the bully - but Silver Soldier is a hero. He stands up to bullies - knows their approach.

So he plays up his tiredness as he nurses his right arm and the two foes slowly approach each other. Just as the Mercenary begins to speak, Silver Soldier explodes in physical acumen, power, precision - his big muscled body flipping in what has been come to be known as the "Silver Slice" - a trademark of his power and skill - a hallmark really. His foot extended, leg outstretched with his entire body powering his heel for the Iron Mercenary's head!

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The Iron Mercenary did not even get a chance to finish making his speech, his eyes carefully watching the approach of the Silver Soldier as he felt the effects of that brutal kick. Suddenly, the Silver Soldier's chiseled muscle sprang into violence, flipping in the air, delivering a lightning fast, brutally powerful axe kick directly towards Max Iron's bearded head.

But despite being mid-speech, the Iron Mercenary was not so easily taken by surprise. With lightning fast reflexes that were a match for, if not superior to, the Silver Soldier, the Iron Mercenary twisted his body barely in time, that kick slicing down through the air, the wind of it's passage only a centimeter from the savage super soldier's hard muscled body.

His own reaction was brutally fast, grabbing the Silver Soldier's leg as it snapped down with both arms, catching it under the knee. Then, in one fluid, smooth motion, the Iron Mercenary twists, dragon screwing the super hero's powerful leg in his grip, smashing the superhero down hard to the floor.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Without missing a beat, the Iron Mercenary follows that move up, drilling his knee like a spear deep into the super hero's chiseled core, once more focusing on delivering brutal damage to the super hero's sculpted abdominal wall and those chiseled obliques protecting his rib cage.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: While driving his fist directly towards the super hero's face with a brutal left to his jaw, backed by the power of his body dropping down, knowing full well that his fucked up right arm would be hard pressed to block his incoming fist.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier expected the familiar resistance of his kick, but instead was met with a rapidly twisting leg, his body flipping and landing hard on his back. In mere seconds the Iron Mercenary drove his knee cruelly into his side and he bounced off the mats, UNNGHHHH, face twisting in pain only to get rocked by a huge slam into his jaw, his mouth spitting blood as his head snapped away and dropped back to the mats.

He was seeing stars. He grabbed the back of the Iron Mercenary's head and neck with his left hand and pulled, rolling him off, only to slowly roll away. He found it hard to breathe and needed more recovery time, time which he knew he didn't have as he forced himself to get to his hands and knees - even against his body's protesting. He took a second and spat again, blood on the mat below him.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: There is no question that Silver Soldier is an accomplished fighter, his skills as a fighter matching his nobility as a hero. But the Iron Mercenary knows that he is simply better than the Silver Soldier. His counter to that legendary move, "The Silver Slice", that finished off many a villain did not finish off Max Irons. Instead, the brutal supervillain countered the super hero's signature move, dishing out tremendous damage to the hero in the process.

But he was not finished. Max smoothly rolled through as the Silver Soldier exerted his considerable strength to pull the super villain off him. Leaking blood from his mouth, his ribs battered, the hero rolls over to his hands and knees, and that is when the Iron Mercenary strikes. Sweat is now soaking the Iron Mercenary's chiseled, battle-forged muscle, exhaustion knocks on the door, but Max Irons simply pushes through, digging even deeper into his wells of determination, brute strength, and savagery.

He drops on top of the Silver Soldier's body while the superhero is on his hands and knees, and deftly wraps himself around the superhero's injured, weakened, shaking right arm. That arm... thick with powerful muscle, yet damaged from the relentless assault, is the target.

Smoothly, gracefully, employing skill, muscle and brutality, the Iron Mercenary rolls the Silver Soldier's chiseled, stunned body over into a ruthless armbar.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: With a surge of power, the Iron Mercenary flexes his evil muscle, cords and veins standing forth on his steel-hard body, strength surging out from his core as he pours all his skill and merciless power into locking the super hero's arm down, striving to break the hero's right arm.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier felt an incredible weight on top of him, dense and powerful as he was pulled over to his back. His right arm, already damaged - he tried to pull it away, to roll again, but he couldn't muster the strength. He fought, his arm twitching, but it was too late. The Iron Mercenary had him in an armbar and was ratcheting up the power in his body.

Silver Soldier gritted his teeth, refusing to scream out, knowing what was coming next. He decided to double down on the damage he had inflicted before, slamming his left fist into the Iron Mercenary's quad, BAM BAM BAM - SNAP- his big arm gave way and he growled, but he would make the Iron Mercenary pay - keeping it up as he punched over and over. His right arm lacked any resistance now and he used his left elbow - BAM- to slam into the crotch of the Iron Mercenary.

In retreat, he pulled his now useless arm away and rolled to the wall. He ripped the sleeve off his right arm and tied it around the elbow joint trying to secure it at least, though it wouldn't make the arm any more useful... He was covered in sweat and he was feeling tired - a feeling he had gotten used to in his grueling training, but this was taking it further. He had to figure out something...or else this would take a horrible turn for him.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The Iron Mercenary grunted with effort, every muscle in his body tighter than cabled steel, veiny, striated, throbbing with power. The Silver Soldier tries to fight, but in the end, there is a savage SNAP, the sound of the hero's aesthetically perfect, bulging, thick muscled right arm... breaking like a twig beneath the relentless brutality of the Iron Mercenary's powerful, skillful lock.

But Silver Soldier one again shows what it truly means to be a hero... refusing to quit even after having his arm savagely broken. Even the Iron Mercenary is caught off guard as the brutally injured super hero turns into the arm bar and begins smashing his elbow into Max's herculean quad like a spear, doubling down on the slight bruising from the opening of the fight, sending pain and cramps shooting through the super villain's massive leg. Max instantly begins to disengage himself, but before he manages it, he takes a final savage elbow to his balls.

Finally, the Iron Mercenary gets free, curling up, holding his nuts, feeling that sickening pain that is the special bane of every man. His eyes are burning, as he forces himself to his feet, his right leg quivering slightly, the bruising and damage to his herculean quad not something to be instantly ignored.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: He switches stances, instinctively compensating for his bruised up leg, forcing himself to swallow the savage roiling in his battered balls, walking it off. When he next speaks, his voice is soft, but somehow loaded with even more menace because of it. "That's right, Silver Soldier, keep fighting. The harder you fight, the more you ensure your own destruction. Perhaps, if you had spent more time training with Steve, instead of sucking his dick, you might actual be able to fight me."

The Iron Mercenary noted the skillful way the Silver Soldier ripped off his sleeve, using it to try and stabilize his broken right arm, admiring the thick, purple and black bruising that marred his once aesthetically perfectly muscled gun. The ruthless super villain surged forward, launching his attack only a moment or so after the Silver Soldier finished tying off his injured arm.

Pain was now hammering on the Iron Mercenary's brain from several injuries to his body, but the ruthless mercenary was in the heat of combat, in the zone, feeding off his pain, his fatigue. Surging forward, the mercenary slices right, then left, attempting to keep the injured super hero off balance, before striking. He fires off a combo of body blows, first targeting the hero's left side, attempting to throw him off guard, assuming that the super hero would be expecting an assault to his injured right side. But no sooner had he thrown that savage right blow, then his entire body surged and twisted the other way, his combat-forged muscle powering an absolutely devastating shot to his right-hand obliques, ribs, and liver.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Knowing that with that broken arm, the hero's right side was wide open, and hoping that with the speed of his assault, and his seemingly deliberate targeting of the hero's left side, Silver Soldier would be thrown off balance and have no answer for his attack.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier takes in the Mercenary's words, spitting back, "I am - fighting you....I won't stop..."

Silver Soldier has barely secured his arm when the Iron Mercenary is on him. Relentless, ominous, calculating. He's ready for the attack on his right side, so he's surprised as the Iron Mercenary's brutal right fist slams into his left, his mouth jerking open as his sputters, eyes widening in pain, his body arching against the fist, only for his right side to be brutalized in harsher fashion.

The hero tries to fight back, he throws a wild left, but the pain is doing it's work on his will power, sapping his body of energy at every turn now, and his eyes flutter as he drops to one knee in front of his foe. He grits his teeth as he forces himself back to his feet, his legs are struggling and his chest is heaving, soaked in sweat. He can hear himself breathing heavily..."No chance...you're going...down...Iron..." Trying to convince himself as he aches. The shots to the ribs throbbing alongside his own broken arm.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Grunting, Max Irons feels that inner surge of brutal triumph as both of his blows find their target, drilling the hero's chiseled, rippling obliques on first his left side, then his right side, the blows doing deep damage to the super hero's powerful core. Max feels the sweat spraying off the super hero's muscle as his body trembles under the mercenary's assault.

Again though, the valiant hero refuses to quit, throwing a counter punch with his left, but by the time the brutalized hero could get that punch off, Max's right arm had snapped back to guard position, and deflected the left with ease, a sneer on his face.

Spent, the super hero dropped down to one knee as the pain and shock of the double strikes to his chiseled core sank in deep.

Max can see the hero trembling, struggling to deal with the shock of the brutal assault, yet still straining to fight, the hero starting to force himself heroically back to his feet. The hero starts to speak as he rises, mouthing further words of defiance, but Max pays the hero back for his earlier interruption of the Iron Mercenary, not even letting him finish mouthing his defiance before reaching out to seize his head on the way up, and brutally lifting his left knee up to smash the hero's handsome face with a series of savage knee strikes.

Growling as he lifts his knee, "Shut the fuck up Silver Soldier."

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's face is slammed into Iron Mercenary's knee as he's just able to get to his feet, and then again and again. He can feel his face swelling as he falls, his back smacking and then his skull against the wall behind him before sliding down, dazed and weary.

The hunky hero groans loudly, trying to force himself up to sit, trying to get up. He can't shake it off enough it seems, his brain screaming at him about the pain he's in. Foggy. He is trying to get up, to fight back... he can't give up...he has to find a way...he's the hero.... His left arm pulls and crawls at the wall behind him, he forces his right leg under him and he wobbly gets to both feet. He can feel his face swelling - his guts knotting as his opponent appears to be in prime condition. He clenches his left fist, and limps towards the Iron Mercenary, eyes full of hate for the invading villain.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max Irons feels his cock start to throb, despite the lingering agony from the assault on his nuts, that evil surge of triumph beginning to make his body sing, mingling with the pain from his injuries, but the sight of the Silver Soldier's chiseled physique smashing into the wall, that dazed, almost confused look in his eyes as pain washes over the injured hero is a revitalizing nectar for the super villain.

Max steps back, giving the Silver Soldier room to get to his feet, wanting to see exactly what the superhero was made of. Wanting to feast on his heroism before ripping it from him in savage fashion. The Silver Soldier staggers towards him, like a drunken sailor, holding out his left fist, determined to attack.

With a surge of renewed energy, the Iron Mercenary charges into the super hero, his arms striking out like bolts of lightning, assaulting his good left arm, and his good right arm, using every ounce of speed, skill and strength he possesses to out-muscle and outfight the stunned, injured super hero, a surge of power radiating out from the super mercenary's core, to flip the brutalized super hero over his hips, smashing him down with bone-smashing, sickening force to the floor, mounting the struggling hero, to drive a brutal series of right and left fists down into the hero's handsome face, snarling again as he does, "When I am finished with you Silver Soldier, you will taste the bitterness of your defeat. You have a strong will, and a strong body. But I will break your body, and your will."

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary:

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Before he can even attack the blur of his foe's body is on him, fists slamming into his left arm, causing the big muscle to hurt and then his right, eliciting yelps of pain. He has no time as he's sailing, flipping, his big muscled body slamming hard into the mats, he goes limp breifly, bouncing for a moment in the air, only for him to be met with Iron Mercenary's body over him - Silver Soldier tries to struggle, he bucks his hips and writhes to get away, but he's caught and forced on his back as his face is rained down upon with powerful strikes.

He looks up at the savage beast unleashing on him as his face swells, messages of pain mixed with the taste of iron hit him in waves through the onslaught. He's on the verge of passing out, trying to wrench out his left arm to block his face, anything, bucking his hips, trying to twist his torso or find some leverage, but his body won't comply. He is drained.

He begins to groan and his vision starts fading, only seeing Iron Mercenary gleefully pounding his face. "noooOOOnnoo"

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Sweat soaking the Iron Mercenary's steel-cabled, hard muscled body, the super villain feels a surge of sadistic delight with each fist that smashes down into the mighty super soldier's face, battering the hero to a pulp. He pauses, breathing hard, strength flowing through his body as the hero beneath him is practically out of it.

He catches the hero's soft moan of nooooo.... and replies with his own sadistic, "yessssss" He stands up, and seizes the super hero by his broken right arm. He spins in place, twirling the hero by that damaged arm, gathering his power, then releases him, flinging his battered body all the way across the training room to smash with super powered force into the door leading to the hall. The door is ripped off it's hinges as the hero's body smashes through it like a battering ram, plowing into the floor, a few staff who had been running to see what the noise was all about stop in their tracks, shock and fear on their faces as the see the badly beaten form of the mighty Silver Soldier tumbling like a broken action figure across the floor.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The Iron Mercenary strides through the door, and smiles at the gathering cluster of staff. None of them are superheros, and the fear and terror on their faces is pure pleasure for the Iron Mercenary. "Ahh, good. I would much prefer to have an audience to appreciate the destruction of our hero, Silver Soldier here. He thought he could handle me." The vicious mercenary steps over to the super hero, and brutally kicks him in the ribs with his combat boot, that kick launching the hero's powerfully muscled body like a football across the corridor to smash into the wall, scattering shocked members of staff like bowling pins, injuring some of them.

"He was absolutely convinced that, as he so eloquently put it, I was 'going down' " With ruthless brutality, the Iron Mercenary drives his boot deep into the hero's guts while he's pinned against the wall, the force of that blow to his gut shattering the wall behind him. "I'm afraid that your hero is a liar, however. This will end in only one way. The Silver Soldier's complete destruction."

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary:

10:01 Silver_Soldier: "AAaaaAAAGGH" Silver Soldier wakes from his stupor as his right arm, heavy in muscle and light in power, is pulled and used to hoist him up. He's awash in impotence as he cruelly twisted around, lifted off his feet by the Iron Mercenary's extraordinary power. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHH" His scream is from the pit of his gut as he's completely at the Iron Mercenary's whims and then he goes flying through training room security door.

He hears others around him, but he's completely disoriented...."Commss... gett my commms.." He tries to give orders only for the Iron Mercenary to come towards him and hear his gloating. He's met with a vicious kick into his right side, his ribs nearly cracking from that incredible boot until he's stopped by a thick reinforced wall - "UNNNNNNNNNGHH!"

It's becoming harder and harder to breath, and the hero is trying to muster the will to fight back...he clenches his fist, but it's too late - his foe towers over him and Silver Soldier's eyes bulge as his abs are drilled by the mighty kick into his midsection. His insides are burning and his eyes bulge in disbelief at the levels of pain he's feeling.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max grins as the Silver Soldier grunts and spasms, cratered into the reinforced wall from the savage blows. The Iron Mercenary reaches down, and seizes the super hero's swollen, bleeding, and battered chin, slamming him against the wall to stare deep into the super hero’s eyes.

Max speaks up then. "You see, Silver Soldier. This was a test, but not a test of your abilities or your strength, but of mine. Before invading the Hall of Heroes, I handicapped myself." With a grunt, and a sigh, Max removes the thick wrist guards. The drop with a massively loud CLUNK, it is clear that they are ultra dense, and extremely heavy. "That's right, this entire time we've been fighting, I've actually been burdened with enough weight to effectively slow down my reaction times, to force me to expend more energy for even the simplest of movements." Then, Max Irons shrugs out of his battle top, exposing his ripped and shredded physique, his sweaty muscular chest now on full display. The vest drops, and as it smashes into the floor, there is a hollow booming sound like someone dropping a fully loaded bar for deadlifts. "And yet, despite that handicap, look what I did to you. You aren't even in my league. You are pathetic, worthless. I beat you with skill, with fortitude, with determination, with will power. And I will break you with those same traits. I will break your body, and your mind. It was a test, and clearly, I passed. So it's time to truly begin to have fun." The Iron Mercenary reaches down and removes the ankle guards, the heavy weighted guards clunking to the floor.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: He grips the super hero’s collar, his finger seizing tight onto that iconic shining silver battle uniform which clings to the hero’s body and shows off those aesthetically perfect, bulging powerful pecs and rippling abs. The Iron Mercenary’s powerful arms and chest rippled with striated, veiny muscles as he lifts the super hero off his feet by the collar, letting him dangle in front of him. The staff are cowering in fear as their hero is literally being manhandled. The Iron Mercenary roars, as a surge of power ripples through his body, building up in his hyper-flexed core and spreading out to every one of his thick, battle-forged muscular limbs. He pulls back his fist and drills it deep into the Silver Soldier's abdominal wall twisting from his hips, and smashing the super hero out of his grip, ripping his legendary Silver Suit to shreds, exposing his perfect physique as his body is sent hurtling backwards to blast into the powerful, reinforced doors leading to the control room. The staff have activated the alarms by now, and the base is in lockdown, those heavy, massive titanium doors firmly locked shut.
The Iron Mercenary stalks down the corridor towards the stunned superhero. "Either one of two things will happen hero. Either you will order the AI to open those doors or I will simply use your muscled body as a battering ram to break them down. You might think you can hold out now, but let us see how you feel after I have beaten your super soldier muscle into mush. Pain is a very persuasive power, indeed."

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Then, the Iron Mercenary picks up the Silver Soldier by his hair, and throws him against the doors. He lets out a massive roar and then begins to deliver a savage combo of blows to the hero's exposed, bulging, hard-muscled pecs. First, a hard right hook to the side of the hero's left pec, sending a shockwave ripping through that muscled globe, then he blasts the super hero's right pec with an uppercut, driving his fist with perfect precision and ruthless power directly beneath the pec shelf, the upward force of that blow threatening to shear the hero's pec right off the bone.

"Gather round folks, it's time to witness the destruction of your hero. I will destroy him, muscle by muscle, beat him to a pulp. He will break, in time." Then, the super villain throws a massive straight right directly into the centre of the super hero's left pectoral, over his heart. The fist smashes in deep, cratering the hero's incredibly powerful pec, sending a shockwave to smash into his heart. Without any hesitation, the vicious super villain continues his assault, driving his left fist in, angled to the side, to blast the hero's right pectoral up high, near where it joins the shoulder, the force of that powerful punch ripping once more through his muscular chest.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier finds himself being lifted, carried into the air by Iron Mercenary's incredibly powerful arm, holding him aloft, his feet dangling. As the Iron Mercenary begins to speak he drops Silver onto his feet, the hapless hero still trying to recover.

He watches as guards on the Mercenary's wrists drop and leave a small indentation in the floor...the marble floor...He looks up in shock, watching the villain wrest his vest from his body and the heavy handicap CRASHES to the ground as well, sending echoes throughout the hall. For the first time, Silver feels an uncommon feeling, something he hadn't felt in years -f ear. He's amazed, his mind reeling to their previous interactions, all the things the Iron Mercenary had done up until this point had been with what could only be described as limiters. His kicks with those devastatingly heavy weights had been powerful and nearly impossible to react to - he had had to predict them. His dodges...his punches...

THIS? This is what he had trained for? For the Iron Mercenary to come in and make a complete joke of his months of training? Silver Soldier gulped as the Mercenary roared, watching all the power in his incredible body surge, displaying dominance. Suddenly a fist has lodged deep in Silver Soldier's gut , tearing through his costume as it sends him into the doors of the control room. Good - at least Iron Mercenary wouldn't be able to get through. They were blast doors, outside of the strength of almost all the heros.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier is sitting on his ass, slumped against the doors for support though and he eyes Iron walking towards him, his body weakly propped up as he moans in the very pain he knows Iron will use against him. He is pulled up by his thick hair , mouth hanging open, even in his stupor he can tell there's a huge powerful difference in the Mercenary's movements, his power and his control. "Noo noo" He lets out, starting to feel that overwhelming dread that he refuses to acknowledge. But that doesn't do much to stop the Mercenary's onslaught - a torrent of painful punches aimed at his big pecs . "AAAAAAAGH UNNNNNNGHN NGGGGGGGH GHRAAAAAAAGHH" He lets out as his big chest is used for abuse.

A shattering heart punch freezes time, Silver's eyes bulging, his body curling, mouth gaping. His right pec begins to tear up and off of his muscled body, he screams. He hears himself, almost as if from a distance, it's a scream of despair. Of grief. It's a scream of defeat.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: With methodical, surgical, ruthless precision, Max Irons begins the process of utterly destroying Silver Soldier's bastion of strength, his mighty chest. The perfection of his mighty pecs was the envy of many a hero, and the bane of many a villain, an unconquerable fortress of power. But now... that fortress was being shattered, demolished.

Max twisted his body from side to side, surges of super power radiating out from his now unburdened body, blasting a dizzyingly fast series of straight rights and lefts into the centre mass of each bulging pec. Before the shockwave from one punch was finished rippling through his abused muscle, the Iron Mercenary would send the next punch causing wave after overlapping wave of destructive impacts to crater and shred his chest, slowly pounding the massive muscle into pulp, fibre by fibre.

But he wasn't finished. Next, he fires off a series of knife hand strikes, drilling the tightly clenched and outstretched fingers of his hands up under the pec shelf of those heroic pectorals, each shot rising up from deep in the super villain's core, delivering ruthless force, slowly starting to rip the pecs off the bone, to leave them nothing but broken lumps of flesh. His eyes gleaming with delight, the entire assault on his chest is interspersed with savage, mocking words. "Did you seriously ever think you had a chance against me, Silver Soldier? You were never in my league. You are nothing but a two-bit cock sucker, a pretty boy. The world is in awe of your perfect musculature, but after I am done with you, the world will see what I've always known. All that muscle, all that power, is just for show."

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier had to keep his composure -that's what he told himself. He had to maintain his cool, someone had to be here...to come in...but he realized the building was on lock down...so who?

He felt the awesome power in the Iron Mercenary's strikes. It was overwhelming him. His big thick pecs were being heinously abused. He could feel the meat of his chest throbbing in pain, the incredible potency demolishing his prized chest. "UNGH GHAAUGGH UAAAAAAAGH" His screams became worse until he forced himself to grit his teeth, though it was an obvious futile expression as air sucked through his teeth in a display of the pain he felt.

The Iron Mercenary adds insults to injury, and Silver Soldier can at best be the recipient of his hateful words. He can't fight back, his body is being too powerfully pummeled, he can barely keep up with the beating he's receiving, "NuughHHnn nott...giaagghvee nnnngghh Ironn..." He can't even formulate a clear thought.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max sneers at the super hero as the legendary Silver Soldier spasmed and jerked while his powerful chest was slowly being reduced to mush, that thick pec meat actually starting to get torn off the bone under the relentless assault. The Iron Mercenary laughs at the strangled, garbled attempt at speech. "Not give? You think that you have a choice, Silver Soldier. Choice is an illusion. Your submission is not in question, it is only a matter of timing!"

With that, he suddenly switches focus, reaching out with his thickly muscled left arm to seize Silver Soldier's left wrist. Even though the Silver Soldier's left arm is still undamaged, the speed and ruthless power of the Iron Mercenary's grab, the sheer power rippling through the evil super soldier's steel-cabled muscle allows him to pin that heroic, bulging left arm over the super hero's head, opening up his left side.

Then, licking his lips in anticipation, the Iron Mercenary unleashes a savage barrage of hooks to that perfect, V-shaped, spreading lat muscle winging down from below his armpit to his obliques, the muscle mass insanely impressive, shining with the super hero's strength and power. Like a machine gun, with insane speed, with each hook driving from the evil super soldier's core, the Iron Mercenary drives a series of brutal bombs down the length of that massive, spreading lat muscle, each blow drilling into the muscle, unleashing it's payload of destruction to decimate muscle fibres, to send shockwaves ripping through the hero's lungs, blasting the air out of him, to crater his side, and down lower, to unleash bone-cracking force on his ribs near his obliques. Then with a scream of rage, he works his way back up, repeating the bombing run with another series of smashing fists that begin to simply rip the super hero's lat to shreds.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's mind fought the thoughts, the weak, pathetic line of thinking that told him he had to give. He refused. He would never. There had to be some way... Something.

Silver tries helplessly to keep his arm down, but he feels like a kitten pulling a string against an elephant, his arm goes over his own head easily as he's manhandled. He tries to pull, his bicep bulging in effort uselessly as he begins to feel a new sensation spreading throughout him, his damaged pecs underscoring a growing panic. He can feel his eyes darting from Iron's fist, the determined and malicious look on his face, his own spread out side. "NNghnn No...you don't...have to do thiss.."

"UUUUUUUUNGGHH NNGH NGHN NGHNGHNHGNGHGHNGHGNGHGH" The punches begin coming in so rapidly Silver Soldier's back scrapes against the doors as his body twists awkwardly from the force of the furious blows, his face twisting, teeth gnashing at the air, eyes watering from the pain. He's suffering, unable to breathe. His ribs exploded in pain. He coughs and sucks in air only for it to be brutally punched out of him again, his boots sliding against the floor as he begins to kick wildly in protest from the unending pain raining down and now back up his side as he's frantically shaking his head side to side as a sign of outcry against the punishment he's receiving. He wants to be a hero, to fight back, to find a way to recover - but he's running out of options.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier had never felt so devastated. His training had done nothing to prepare him for this level of destruction. His entire left side felt like it would fall off of his body if his skin wasn't somehow holding everything in place. "OOHH oohhh ppleaa--nnggh..." He stops himself from any form of begging. Instead he grits his teeth, even as tears stream down his face, trying to stare at Iron Mercenary with determination and fire, while his damaged pecs heave and he heaves for oxygen to enter his ruined body.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The Iron Mercenary steps back, taking a moment to admire his handiwork, his eyes flashing with evil pleasure as the ultra tough heroic super soldier lays there, battered and smashed against the enormous steel doors blocking the way to the control center. The super hero's body, once the envy of the world, lies trashed and mutilated, his fantastically sculptured chest ruptured and pulverized, those pectorals nothing but dangling lumps of meat, his wide spreading left hand lat muscle collapsed, smashed, black and blue with savage bruises.

Max Irons leans forward and lightly flicks his tongue across the super hero's face, tasting a few tears as they stream down the Silver Soldier's agonized face. His face broadens into a wide grin. "How much more can you take? Is the mighty Silver Soldier so close to pleading for mercy already? I have barely begun your destruction."

With that, Max steps back and seizes the super hero's broken right arm, twisting that broken limb savagely behind the noble super soldier's back in a hammerlock, using that to manipulate him like a puppet, twisting the muscled hero sideways, driving the hero's left shoulder into the powerful blast doors, pinning him place, the hammerlock opening up the super soldier's right side.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max cocks his right fist, his bicep swelling with power, veins and cords popping out all up and down his body as the vicious super villain gathers his might. The Iron Mercenary gathers his power, slowly building himself up for a devastating punch. Then, with a loud scream, of "KAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" the Iron Mercenary fires his fist into Silver Soldier's thickly muscled, wide open and exposed, right side.

The super villain twists his fist as it drives home, channelling all that savage might into one goal... shattering the super hero's lat and ribcage. The fist smashes into the super hero's spreading lat muscle right in the centre mass, the impact spreads a shockwave ripping through his lat, ripples spreading out tearing the muscle to shreds. But the blow doesn't stop there. Just like a karate black belt can shatter a stack of stones, the Iron Mercenary directs the carefully gathered force of his blow past those lats, and directly into the hero's rib cage.

There is an audible CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK that echoes through the hall as the hero's ribs break and fracture, that fist practically cratering the hero's right side, forcing his body to fold around that fist, the force and shockwave of the blow driving the hero's body against the blast doors, forcing the super hero's perfectly muscled form to absorb the entire force of that brutal punch.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary:

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver drops against the doors as the Iron Mercenary finally stops, unable to move. HIs body feels like it's sagging off of his every bone. And he feels fear welling up deep inside of him as Iron Mercenary stalks forward, only for the villain to lap up his tears, sending a jolt of humiliating despair throughout the hero. The idea of Iron Mercenary "barely" having begun sends his mind into a tailspin and then tug-o-war as he wrestles with his condition, never before identifying as weak and helpless.

His right arm is twisted as he's back to his feet, yelping in pain, harsh cries as he's slammed against the door. His panicked eyes darting once again, trying to look over his right shoulder to see what the Iron Mercenary has in store for him. He watches as the vicious villain's arm swells, causing waves of fear to crash into him, panic, anxiety, "Nnunahunahhnnuughh nononono," The air transforms around the powerful limb, emanating control and precision, intent - DESTRUCTION. "AWW PLEAAAAAAAAGHAAA"

Silver Soldier's body slams into the doors first, and then his body arches harshly, he's forced off the ground, his neck careens towards the Iron Mercenary as spit flies from his mouth, he feels his lat shred only for his ribs to shatter inside of him, his lungs sting sharpy and his ability to take in any air is stopped as his voice catches mid scream. He hangs there twitching as his body finally slumps there held up by the Iron Mercenary.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Slowly he turns his head toward the villain, his head shaking erratically and his breathing coming in gasps...he's been defeated...he has nothing he can do...but, he's a hero..he tells himself....he's....nnggh...finally it comes out, a scream of pain that is more than just a reaction to the brutal decimation caused internally, it's a wail of defeat, of surrender, his eyes look into the Iron Mercenary with a formerly unseen understanding of how complete his defeat is - his scream mourns the loss of his heroic status, his station as a man, as a captain, he looks into Iron Mercenary's eyes, a look which says, "You've bested me, broken me, and I never stood a chance against you sir - please, dear god, show me mercy. I beg you."

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: In the silence that followed that unbelievably savage blow, gasps of shock and fear could be heard from the gathered staff. Max looked deep into Silver Soldier's face as he stood there, his fist remaining buried deep in the noble super soldier's cratered side, pinning him like a bug against the wall while their eyes met. The Iron Mercenary drunk in the look of total defeat in the Silver Soldier's eyes, the look of brokenness, the unspoken pleading for mercy, and he smiled. He ground his fist in a bit deeper out of pure sadistic delight, crunching broken bones and shredded muscle before suddenly backing off, and allowing the brutalized hero to collapse like a pile of dead meat down to the floor at the base of the blast doors.

Then, with a wicked grin, Max turns to face the gathered staff, pointing down at the Silver Soldier's crumpled form. "This is your 'hero'. Your protector, your defender. Second only to Captain America himself. This broken dog?" Max laughed, and right then, standing over the hero, in full view of everyone, Max casually frees his massive 9" cock from his battle trousers, and with a sigh of satisfaction, pisses a huge stream of urine all over the hero's body. He traces out the destruction of Silver Soldier using streams of piss, highlighting the savagely broken right arm, the brutalized lumps of meat that were once his pecs, his savagely wrecked left side, and of course, that crater in his right side, the broken ribs causing him to look dented, deformed. "He's no hero. He's barely even worth my piss. But, let it not be said that the Iron Mercenary is without mercy."

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Then, he turned down to the broken hero, "I'll make you a deal. An easy thing. Completely simple. Something that should be a cake walk for a powerful, mighty super soldier of your accomplishments and incredible strength. See those there?" Max points to the heavily weighted vest, the wrist guards and ankle guards that he had used to handicap himself. "I will spare you and your precious Hall of Heroes if you wear my weighted gear and walk back to the training room. Just that small little thing. Simple, isn't it?" The Iron Mercenary's eyes glittered with evil, his eyes darting to the super hero's broken right arm, his shattered rib cage, his utterly decimated pecs and lats.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier cried out in pain at Iron Mercenary's ruthless digging, his body twitching in abject powerlessness. And then he dropped to the ground in a heap, his body shuddering, he gasped for air. He could barely make out what was being said before he saw the massive cock of the villain out of his pants.

It too caused fear to pulse within him, and he watched as a hot stream of piss flew and began to cover him. The humiliation was so great that Silver Soldier felt it overwhelm his physical pain. He was being pissed ON - in the HALL OF HEROES. His psyche began to splinter.

As the Iron Mercenary turned with the promise of a deal, Silver Soldier found himself nodding in agreement. It was immediate. He hadn't even hear it yet, he just knew he was supposed to agree. He was supposed to do what the Iron Mercenary wanted. What could he do? Object? How? But....he was supposed to be a hero...maybe he could do this... as if in foreshadowing response his broken body sent a spasm of pain, he bit his lower lip.

"W-walk?" He asked, the very idea seemed... NO- he could ....he was a hero...who reeked of his enemy's piss... "S-simplee...yess..oohhooOOHhh just...ohh I needddd a secondd....helpp mee...putt... it onn??" He hated asking, it was like a trap he knew was set for him and he had no way of getting out. His mind splintered more. He gulped. He panted. He looked at the Iron Mercenary - MAX IRONS! - he had remembered his name suddenly, from the files and reports...."Max..." The response on the Iron Mercenary's face had him switch up quickly, "Mr. Irons...pleasee.." He didn't know what else to do. It all seemed so far out of reach. Surely the weight on the ground...couldn't outweigh what he had set up on the bench before all of this had started...but he had been ...he was..."NNNGHHHHHH" he moaned in pain again.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max stood over the downed super soldier's battered and smashed physique. He crossed his arms, a sadistic smile playing across his handsome, bearded face as he witnessed first hand the start of the collapse of the Silver Soldier's heroic spirit. As the battered, badly injured super soldier began to respond, Max noted the confusion, the broken, stumbling way he formed his words. Such a far cry from his earlier stoic confidence in his abilities as a fighter and heroic super soldier.

The hero, reeking of Max's piss, was clearly splintering, his mind cracking under the ruthless assault. The hero agreed to Max's suggestion, a clear sign that his confidence and resistance was shattering. Max smiled broadly as the hero actually asked him for his help in getting the gear on! He even addressed the Iron Mercenary by his first name. Max stared daggers at the Silver Soldier when he heard his first name used. His muscles tensed, and he started to shift his weight as though he were going to kick the downed super hero.

Just that small gesture of intimidation was all it took to further break down the battered super hero. Silver Soldier corrected himself, addressing Max as "Mr. Irons" and pleading for help.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max turned to face the huddled crowd of terrified staff. "Do you see? Did you hear? The legendary Silver Soldier has developed such polite manners, hasn't he? Requesting the aid of his enemy... because he is too broken, too weak, too pathetic to help himself." The Iron Mercenary leans over and spits in the Silver Soldier's face.

Then, he walks over, bends down and picks up the heavy weighted vest he had worn to handicap himself. Max's muscled arms flex with power as he lifts it up. It's not light. There is not a man in the room, other than Max or the Silver Soldier, who could lift it by themselves. Max walks over towards the Silver Soldier, then drops the massively heavy vest, deliberately onto the Silver Soldier's right arm and cratered, shattered right side. The impact is savage. Max just grins, then suddenly, he screams down at the super soldier, "GET THE FUCK UP SOLDIER!! I GAVE YOU A FUCKING ORDER!!! PUT THAT VEST ON, GET UP, GO AND PUT THOSE WRIST AND ANKLE WRAPS ON, THEN WALK TO THE TRAINING ROOM!" The Iron Mercenary watched with delight as the brutal treatment began to further shatter the noble hero's mind.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier continued to twitch - pained groans escaping his lips, waves of pain pulsating in his sides, his right side and arm particularly harsh. He could see Iron Mercenary go to pick up the vest and watch, as if in slow motion, as the villain sadistically dropped the heavy weight on his destroyed side - "AAAAAAAAAAGGHH AAAAAAAAAGGH" He cried out as it slammed into him, his body convulsing, his hips pushing into the air, feet kicking and his left arm flopping over to try and move the insanely heavy weight off of him.

"OOH NOAAWWWHH PLEASAAAAGGH HELLPP HELLPP PLEASEE SOMEEONEEE PLEASE CAPP SOMEEONEE PLEASEE MRRR. IRRONNSSS PLEASEE OOH OHH AAGGH- uUUAaarkkkKCKK- " Silver Soldier was racked with a coughing fit that caused unfathomable torment into his battered side ...he suddenly processed the shouting from the Mercenary, he felt compelled, but it was impossible, he tried - he was a hero, he had to - he had to get up - his orders, he had to follow them now - GET UP - he screamed at himself, only to wail in pain. "I CAN'TT - OOAAGGHH I CANTTT" His body refused his wishes and the weighted vest was so heavy it pinned him down, crushing his already broken arm and ribs further.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max drank in the suffering of the broken super soldier with glee, as the horrified staff watched on with disbelief. They had never seen the noble Silver Soldier scream in such total, abject pain and defeat. Never seen him so ... broken. This contradicted everything they thought and believed about the well-loved hero, Silver Soldier, as he lay there struggling beneath the weighted vest, screaming in pain, crying, pleading for mercy from the ruthless Iron Mercenary, admitting defeat right there, before their eyes.

Max knelt down, and savagely bitch slapped the screaming hero across his face with so much force the blow slammed the Silver Soldier's head from one side to the other. He snarled with contempt, "Shut the fuck up. There is no one to help you Silver Soldier. Your whining and crying is getting on my nerves. Like I said, you spent too much fucking time sucking Steve Roger's cock instead of learning how to be a real man." He reached down and with a small grunt, lifted off the weighted vest, tossing it aside.

Then, like cradling a baby, he scooped up the damaged, weeping superhero and strode down the hall with his broken, shattered physique dangling in the super villain's thick-muscled, steel-cabled arms. He re-entered the training room, the staff clustering behind him. There, he turned to face the staff. "Watch closely. This is how you break a hero."

Then, he knelt down, and with a sadistic grin, drove the battered hero across his knee, driving his already shattered ribs across his knee in a savage rib-breaker, further fracturing those broken ribs, and doing another round of internal damage to the brutalized superhero.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Then, ignoring the hero's screams, he lifts the Silver Soldier's even more injured body up, and drapes him back first across the weight bench. The same weight bench that the Silver Soldier had loaded up for his bench press before Max had interrupted him. "Now, listen up Silver Soldier. I am so merciful that I will give you another chance to save yourself and the Hall of Heroes. All you have to do is perform one bench press, just one. Show me, and your staff here, what those legendary super soldier muscles of yours can do. You can do that, can't you? Such a small thing... and the stakes couldn't be higher. Here's your chance to prove yourself as a real hero, a real man, to yourself, and to Steve, and to all these fine people here. I'll even spot you!!!"

Max moves around behind the bench, reaches out and sadistically grabs Silver Soldier's broken right arm, forcing the fingers to grab the barbell. "There, see, I even helped you get your right arm up. Now, just lift that left hand... grab ahold of the bar, and I'll be here, to spot you the entire time. You got this bro!!!" He seemed suddenly utterly sincere, his words sounding for all the world, to be genuinely encouraging and helpful!

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's eyes locked onto his tormentor and he whimpered. Iron's big hand came across his face and disrespectfully bitch slapped him from side to side. Again, raging humiliation flooded Silver's ego. He was being bitched and had no recourse. He couldn't fight back. He could, at best, listen to his orders. "Yes...siiirr.." Silver Soldier responded, he would hold it back. Keep his composure...he was a hero.

He was suddenly picked up and felt his bobbing body being carried. Iron's was so strong. He was powerful. Unbeatable.... "A real mannn...areallmann arealmanarealmanareallman.." Silver Soldier bit his lower lip, trying to keep from making any pained noises, though his breathing was ragged and harsh. He realized they were in the training room, weights and mats, and he was lifted, put on display for a moment, before BAMMMMMMMMMCRUNCCHH - his body slammed against the Iron Mercenary's knee - and his composure broke as harshly as his insides. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH NOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH AAAAAAAAAGH AAAAAAAAAGH - Silver Soldier tried to thrash about, but his arms were useless, and he whimpered. The intense foul sensations flowed through him.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: His breathing still labored, he realized he was still in terrible pain...and was on the bench he had plated moments ago - before everything had happened, back when he thought he was strong, before he had been confronted with loss and domination. Before Max Irons, the Iron Mercenary. He bites his lip again, not wanting to scream out in any more pain, trying to man up for the Iron Mercenary. His hand around the barbell, he looked in disbelief at the barbell. There was no way....still, he was compelled. As he crawled his left arm up his torso, his lat so destroyed he was unable to lift it directly, he flexed his left arm and was able to put his fingers around teh bar as well...all while protesting, "I CANTT NOO WAYY PLEASEE" He looks down at his pecs, once proud, striated tiles of dense muscle, now piss and spittle covered welted tits of flesh..."I canttt noone...impossibllee...look whaatt you didd to mee...nngghh ohh gawwdd..." Gritting his teeth, he clenched the bar tightly...."Gonna spot...m-m-meee..." He pushed, and everything in his body erupted in pain, but he still tried. His most noble effort, his one shot at redemption, or escape...

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max drank in the hero's screams of protest, his agonized eruptions of pain and suffering, but he still kept up the fake bro attitude, "Yes you can Silver Soldier!! You can do this.. you know you can. C'mon, you are the mighty Silver Soldier!!! This is easy weight, easy weight! Of course I'm gonna spot you!"

Then, he felt the super hero's surge of effort as he pitifully tried to move the bar with his pecs beaten into lumps of worthless meat. But subtly, the Iron Mercenary "helped" the hero lift the bar, and slowly guided it until it was hovering over the hero's chest. "DAMN!! Look at that! Look at the power in that heroic muscle, Silver Soldier!!! You've been beaten to a fucking pulp, but you still got the power to shift this weight! YOU GOT THIS!! THIS is all you bro, I'm just guiding the bar, not helping at all. Now c'mon, just one press... just one... easy..."

Then, Max looked down into the Silver Soldier's eyes. And he smiled, and let go of the bar. He laughed as the massively loaded bar crashed down with almost no resistance to crush deep and brutally into the wounded hero's decimated pecs. "Ooops.... I slipped, so sorry bro. Now, just push it up!!! C'mon, YOU CAN DO THIS!!"

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier felt the weight move, and he wanted to believe he was doing something...there was no way it was...being lifted... by him alone...but he was told...Iron Mercenary...he was lifting it...so casually...Was the Iron Mercenary helping? He continued to scream, everything in his body hurt, he gritted his teeth, only to scream again. "AWWW GAWWDD ITT HURTTTSS I GOTTAA WORKK THROUGGHH PUSHHH THROOUUGHH ITT"

And then suddenly the bar was without support, his ruined body offered absolutely no resistance as the bar crashed into his thick pecs, his eyes bulging. His feet kicked wildly as he was pinned against the bench, "HELLPPP OAAPHAPPEELLAAHHAEEELLPP" He cried out. He tried to push it, but his right arm had already dropped to the side, fingers dangling against the ground, he thrashed, his left hand trying to push, his pecs so ruined they bulged around the bar, cruelly holding it in place where otherwise his stone chest from before would have let him slide the weight off. No longer could he hit this weight for reps, it was impossibly too heavy. It had pushed his limits before, but not it was a monument to his defeat, how completely physically broken he was...his mind...ego..."NNGhhnngh I CANTT I CANTTT HEELLPP HEELLP PLEASEE"

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max chuckled sadistically as the broken superhero screamed in agony, his ruptured muscles completely useless, his broken arm dangling like a puppet's limb with its strings cut. He squats down low, hovering over the Silver Soldier's screaming, battered face. "What's that Silver Soldier? You want me to help you? You can't manage this weight, can you? You are too weak, aren't you? Too broken. Too worthless. Too pathetic. You never were a hero, were you? You just faked it all this time. Well, I might help you out, might shift this weight, but you have to do something for me. You are going to have to order the AI to open those blast doors to the control room. What do you say?" The staff clustered around the door swallowed sickly, fear on their faces, but even now, they were confident that the Silver Soldier would never give in to this demand. Surely not. He couldn't. He wouldn't.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: "No...I can't...please..." His breathing was getting harder and harder, he was going to suffocate if the weight didn't get off of him...maybe...maybe he could trap him..."H-hall monitorrr...open...openn thee controll roomm.." - "Circumstances required during -" the artificial intelligence began to respond, "OVERRIDEE" Silver Soldier let out in frustration, an obvious tone of self disgust lacing his command. "H-huhheelpp"

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max smiled, and slowly stood up, clapping his hands in applause. He turned to the cluster of staff, "And that is how you break a hero. You thought he would never betray his calling, didn't you? But I knew better." The staff looked sick. Things couldn't get any worse, as the loud crash doors slowly rumbled open down the hall, leaving the way to the Hall of Heroes control room wide open, the very nerve center of the entire facility.

Then, Max straddled the bench, his thick, bulging crotch directly over the Silver Soldier's own manhood. He reached down. "And now, my end of the bargain." He wormed his fingers under the bar, and grunted. His biceps suddenly flared, bulging like massive cannonballs, huge, veiny, pulsating with power. Max grunted, strained, but suddenly, he lifted the massively loaded bar up and off the hero's ruined chest. He held it for a moment, outstretched, then with surges of power, his biceps flexed and contracted, he began to do BICEP CURLS with the massively loaded bar ... the weight of which was a challenge for Silver Soldier to bench press even when he was at his full strength. In between curls, Max grunted out, "Do you see now, Silver Soldier, how utterly useless it is to resist me? Do you see that you aren't even remotely in my league?"

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's despair grew as the Iron Mercenary gloated over him, mocking the remaining staff, though most had fled by now, or were sending for help. He watched as Max Irons straddled and struggled to pull up the heavy weight, finally relief as he sucked in air, pained as it was, he needed it.

He watched as his left arm dropped to the other side of the bench...and his eyes bulged...it was slow at first, watching the villain's muscle expand, veins explode, the power on display. His mouth dropped open in disbelief and the sounds coming from him were not like before..."OOhh-wha...nngh..oohh noo...ho-hooww..oohh fucckk...sirr..ooh fucckkk ooh" Silver Soldier could feel his cock spring into action, pressing against his remaining costume and pushing into the Iron Mercenary's own cock.

The display of power was too much for him, he had never imagined how powerful his enemy was...he kept wishing him to stop...he couldn't understand it...he kept curling the weight..."yessiir YESIIRRR YESSIIRR I SEEE - NOT IN YOUR LEAGUE NOT IN YOUR LEAGUEE," Silver Soldier's hips bucked and he couldn't take his eyes off of Max's insanely pumped arms. Each rep another statement of outclassing the hero, drilling in Iron's dominance over Silver. Iron was the harder metal by far.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max grunted, finishing a full set of ten reps, his biceps pumped and flexing with insane power with each curl, the peaked muscle veiny, steel hard, striated, radiating ultimate power, before racking the weights. His eyes were drilling holes in the super soldier's astonished gaze, so it was that Max saw the transition. The ruthless mercenary knew that he had already broken the Silver Soldier. The Silver Soldier was vulnerable, his confidence in his own strength and manhood shattered, beaten out him as he faced a situation unlike anything he'd ever faced before. And now, in that vulnerable state, the hero, desperate for something, anything to hold onto when his body and mind were shattered, turned to Max. The noble superhero, trained by Captain America himself, wasn't simply broken by the Iron Mercenary, he was bitched.

The super villain's own cock surged with lust as he dominated the noble hero utterly and completely. He could feel the newly bitched hero's surging cock drill into his. The few remaining staff who hadn't fled watched with growing horror, and disgust as their hero was not only broken ... but turned, the tone of his voice clearly worshipful. It was beyond belief. This couldn't be happening.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max grunted, and reached down, scooping up the shattered hero, holding him once more in his arms like a baby. Then, he walked back to the control room with the superhero cradled in his still pumped biceps. He entered the control room, where this had all started, and looked around, satisfied. He was in the nerve center of the Hall of Heroes, from here, he had absolute control over the facility.

He dropped the super hero at his feet, then sat down on the command chair, his arms crossed, looking down at the hero, his biceps flexing seductively. "You want this, don't you Silver Soldier? You want to taste the power of a superior man, of the superior super soldier. You want to feel the strength that shattered you, broke you, showed you how truly inferior you are compared to me." His voice rose then, barking out the next command like an order, "CRAWL. CRAWL UP MY BODY LIKE THE BROKEN WORM YOU ARE, AND WORSHIP MY MIGHT. WORSHIP MY PERFECT MUSCLE. WORSHIP THE STRENGTH THAT YOU WILL NEVER HAVE. TASTE IT. LICK IT. SERVICE IT! NOW, SOLDIER!"

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier would have been happy to press 8 reps, watching the Iron Mercenary exceed that was incomprehensible. He was drooling. His cock throbbed.

And then he was picked up. Lifted in those powerful arms. Those hero destroying cannons that had relegated Silver Soldier to mewling bitch. He felt light against his powerful frame, his mind focused more on Iron's power than his current pain and weakness. It was his escape, he could feel the Iron Mercenary’s dominance, so completely.

He was dropped. He was filled with longing, overwhelming the insignificant voice that told him to fight, to hold to his principles, to be a hero. He looked up as Iron Mercenary spoke. Seeing him in the command chair, his body swollen with power. He nodded at first, slowly agreeing with the Iron Mercenary, trying to fight this sudden tapped need, and then his head began to agree more vigorously. He was at the feet of his new idol, Iron Mercenary's sermon filling his battered body with truth and purpose. How lucky he was to have been defeated, even as his heroic identity screamed internally. Using what he could of his left arm, his face and legs, Silver Soldier squirmed his way up , his soft muscles caving against the stalwart body of his new god. He began responding, "Yesss YESS I want this, I'm WEAK YOU SHOWED ME MY WEAKNESS " He had made it to Iron's crotch while he hungrily eyed the villain's bulge, all while he rested, needing a break.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: He finally broke from his hypnosis in order to continue his pilgrimage up the hills and valleys of heat radiating muscle against his face. He couldn't stop his tongue reaching for the abs, lapping at them, he transformed - hungrily sucking, licking, his breathing loud and hot as he made his way to the steel pecs , massive mounds emanating steel like confidence, he looked up at the Iron Mercenary, trying to break his eyes from his muscled power, seeking approval, only to crawl his face down and around the villain's thick carved biceps. His hips pushing forward as he instinctively felt his cock aching, "I NEEDDD THISS I NEED ITR OHH OOHH PLEASEEEE!"

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The Iron Mercenary sat in the command chair, radiating power, strength, and command. His expression never altered, never shifted, remaining commanding, cold, aloof, and harder than steel as he gazed down at the insignificant, broken super hero that desperately struggled to worship the evil super soldier with his shattered body.

Max Irons shifted his position slowly as the devastated superhero continued his climb up the ruthless mercenary's god like body. He opened his arms, exposing his sharp-cut, steel-forged, battle-tested physique, every brick of his abdominal wall squared off, sharply defined, pulsing with unbreakable might. His pecs thrust out, square, hard, steel plated. He slowly began to flex his biceps as his tame, broken, bitched hero hungrily sought them out, burning with need to worship his new master. Impassively, the Iron Mercenary allowed the bitched hero to worship the muscle, the might, that had conquered him.

But when the Silver Soldier sought approval, he received only a cold, disdainful stare that dismissed the superhero as insignificant. He turned to stare for a moment up at the security cameras, and smiled. He knew that after this was over, the security imaging would be reviewed by Steve Rogers. Then, he turned his gaze back to the Silver Soldier. He could feel the superhero's crotch rubbing against his herculean quad as the super hero hungrily wrapped his broken body around Max's steel-hard muscle.

He spoke up at last, "Beg me, Silver Soldier. Beg me for the privilege of swallowing my seed. Of worshiping my manhood. As I said, I am feeling merciful today. If your pitiful begging pleases me, I might allow you such a privilege, though you are undeserving of it."

10:01 Silver_Soldier: His tongue scraped the left biceps of his conqueror, the bouncing flexion sent shockwaves of pleasure through him, Silver Soldier's tongue and mouth began more hungrily praising every crevice. His shattered mind roared in protest, telling him to stop, to behave, thoughts of all who would see this footage, even as he ground his cock against the Iron Mercenary, shaking in awe of his powerful body.

Between lapping with his tongue and kissing the mounds of muscle his protests verbalized, "N-noo, mmmhhg, I can't stoppp... I must.... I'm...a ...H-herooo."

10:01 Silver_Soldier: He dug his tongue against Mercenary's powerful pecs, "Toooooo strooonnggg....Youuu bitcchheddd meee... Imma fucking cunntt nowwww!" Silver Soldier's face contorted in anguish as the psychological damage pounded him. They say being wrong is as painful as being hit, the same receptors of the brain activate. If that was true, then Silver Soldier's worship of a villain he'd spent years fantasizing of taking down was like being torn from limb from limb, the deep seated realization causing him pain so virulent his only escape was to slurp more heavily against the Mercenary's robust brawny body. In turn, this only made his ego and psyche ache more - "Ohhh pleaseeee.... Fuuckiinngg ennddd meee...I cannttt makeee iittt sttAaaahhhhh" Silver Soldier began convulsing, his cock loudly blowing his pent up load in the leggings of his suit, his squares soaked too. Though quaking with orgasmic pleasure, sputtering and squirming, he began to weep. He was in a mental state of total bitchdom. It was as, if not more painful than his brutal beating, his mental health fragmented at the 180 degree turn his life had suddenly taken by a single encounter with the ruthless Iron Mercenary.

His open mouth drooled, dripping onto the body of his tormentor and he quickly lapped it off of him, not wanting to displease his owner in any way. "OHH I BEEGG I BEEGG YOUUUU - Chokeee meee onnn yourr cocckkk enddd meee , drown meee inn youurr seeeed, awww noo... noo fucking waaay," the last utterance was almost a whisper as Silver Soldier felt his cock had restiffened, harder than ever. His body betraying his ego, but his needs were different than they had ever been.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: There isn't even a moment's hesitation as the bitched hero, in the middle of licking up his drool off of Max's ripped, rugged, combat-forged physique, begins begging pathetically to take the super villain's cock. Savage delight boils inside the super villain, his control over the principled, dedicated super hero so powerful and total, his mind so shattered and bitched, that only moments before, the Silver Soldier had shot his wad, trembling and convulsing, while grinding his crotch against the mercenary's herculean leg, like a bitched dog in heat. He was shattered. His face was contorted by anguish, weeping and wailing against his fate, yet he couldn't stop himself from worshiping the undeniable, overwhelming power of the mighty Iron Mercenary. Totally and complete under the Iron Mercenary's ruthless control.

Impassively, Max moves his hands, his thickly bulging, veiny biceps gleaming, seeming to shine as though they were polished by Silver Soldier's greedy tongue, grabbing the back of the pathetic superheroe’s head, seizing a thick handful of the hero's black hair.

With his other hand, the Iron Mercenary maneuvers his 9" hero-conquering rod into place, then leans back, with that same, steel-hard, coldly impassive look on his face. His powerful arm surges with power as he suddenly slams the Silver Soldier's battered and busted face down over his shaft, pointing straight up. He impales the noble superhero on that awesome piece of meat, a tiny drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: He lets out a small grunt of pleasure as he begins using the bitched super hero like a masturbation toy, driving his head down with surges of power from his gleaming super soldier muscle, his cock forcing its way all the down the super hero's greedy throat, leaving trails of pre-cum sliming and desecrating the heroic super soldier's throat. He starts to mutter, sharp, harsh words, his hips thrusting up slightly on each downward push of the broken hero's head. "Look at you bitch... It's your fucking job, your FUCKING duty to fight me with every ounce of your being. You are fucking pathetic. A hero? You? A defender of justice? You? You are nothing but a fucking cocksucker. And not even a very good one at that. It was your FUCKING DUTY to train yourself, to forge your body into a weapon to fight me, and instead, you are sucking my cock with pathetic eagerness, worshipping my superior might. You were never a hero. You were always my weak, little, bitch. You just didn't realize it until I beat the shit out of you. I did you a favor. I did the world a favor, revealing your true nature to everyone. What do you think, your mentor Steve Rogers, is going to say when he sees the video of you sucking my cock? When he sees the way you eagerly worshiped my superior muscle, begged to slurp my dick? You want me to end you? No. I have a better fate in mind for you. You will live out your days as my bitch, my dog, good for nothing but swallowing your master's seed and drinking his piss."

Then, Max's head rolls back, and he lets out a deep grunt, with one final thrust of his hips, he lets his balls churn and boil, erupting with burst after burst of thick, rich, potent super villain seed gushing to flood the super hero's guts. For several moments, he holds the hero's head there, his muscular body jerking with each release. He seems to relax then, but doesn't loosen his grip on the Silver Soldier's head, keeping him impaled on that 9" power rod.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Then he sighs gently, and follows up his ejaculation with a thick, hot stream of piss to chase after the cum, flooding the hero's guts again. Then, he turns, once more looking up at the camera, and smiles for Steve.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier moaned as his head lifted up, pulled by the powerful grip of Max Irons, the Iron Mercenary. He watches intently as the iron cock is unleashed and he's pulled into position, looking into the unresponsive face of his lord. The uncaring way in which the Iron Mercenary ignored Silver Soldier's gaze and moans, dismissive of any need he could have - only to slam him down onto his shaft.

His throat pulls and slurps, he tries to suck, all while trying to lap the cock with his tongue. It's too much for him, even as he tries to impale himself on the tool. Tasting the pre-cum of the Iron Mercenary. Being made into a fleshlight. The Iron Mercenary's tirade slammed into Silver Soldier, his moans of pleasure of feeding off of the Mercenary's cock being mixed with whimpers of disdain. It's clear that he's unable to fight, and he is now a cock sucker to be used at the whims of his enemy. And lastly, the Iron Mercenary proclaims his intent to keep Silver Soldier alive and used as a sex toy and urinal - the hero only wants to be ended, hoping to die honorably considering his horrific defeat.

Silver Soldier's groan of despair reverberates along all of Max Iron's cock and the villain responds with an explosive climax. It's hot, thick, salty - it coats Silver Soldier's gullet and drools within him. With his already battered body and devastated ribs, his breathing is made more labored by the massive cock stretching his lips while skewering the hero's mouth and throat. Silver Soldier eyes the Iron Mercenary with bleary eyes and his weeping eyes while the villain holds him there, unloading repeatedly. Still skewered, Iron Mercernary's hot piss boils into him and he feels it spilling from his nose, having to suck and drink up the foul defeat marking liquid. Even worse for Silver Soldier, his cock throbs.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max Irons, finished using the superhero's mouth for his pleasure, rips Silver Soldier's head up and off his cock, piss and cum leaking out of the ruined hero's nose and mouth. With contempt, he throws the superhero off him, flinging his battered body into the wall like a squashed bug. He stands up, and looks down at the broken heap of piss-reeking, ruptured, shattered muscle that was once the noble superhero, Silver Soldier.

Sneeringly, he addresses Silver Soldier. "I'll bet you miss your command chair, don't you hero? I'll bet you miss the illusion of authority and control it gave you, seated there, watching over the world, defending it from the likes of me. Well, how about I let my little bitch reminisce about better times? When you labored under the illusion that you were actually strong enough, tough enough, heroic enough to handle me? You were never a hero." The Iron Mercenary's chiseled muscles flexed and popped as he reached down and seized the broken hero by his balls, his hand enclosing the hero's globes through his cum and piss soaked silver uniform. With ease, Max lifts up the hero, letting him dangle in agonizing pain from his clutched nuts. "I'm looking for your balls, hero, but I can't seem to find them. Maybe you never had any?"

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Then, with a chuckle, Max tosses the broken hero onto the command chair, which rocks from the force of the impact. Max strides up to the hero, and adjusts his broken carcass, spreading his legs, while driving his head up against the back of the chair. "Time to get fucked super hero. Yet another privilege that you don't deserve. Aren't you lucky to have such a merciful master who rewards his undeserving dogs?" Then, with a sigh, and a grunt, Max maneuvers his thick, throbbing cock against the hero's exposed ass. Muscles ripple up and down the length of his rugged, powerful body as he thrusts forward, ripping through the silver fabric covering the superhero's tight glutes, his 9" hero-destroying shaft penetrating deep between those muscled butt cheeks, invading the super hero like a conquering army, ripping his ass to shreds, driving his manhood to the hilt up that ass, smashing savagely against his prostate. And yet again, he turns toward the security camera, and smiles for Steve.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's eyes fluttered as his stretched open mouth and aching jaw were disassembled from Max Irons' cock, leaking cum and piss. He was discarded like trash against the wall, his body holding itself up barely, his torso aching as each battered side jockeyed for a less painful position. Soon the Iron Mercenary is towering over him - Silver Soldier understands fear from his master's presence.

As he's mocked by the Iron Mercenary, his mind flits to memories of him, stoic and in control, from the command chair giving orders and handling affairs of the world. Even worse, the idea he could corner and take down the Iron Mercenary - "N-nono...you...are superiorrr...I...I was so wrong..." Silver's cock tugged and pulled against his costume.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: In a devastatingly cruel move, he's pulled by his nuts up and off the wall, screaming - the pain in his sides, arm, his lungs burning, his voice catches as he dangles in the Iron Mercenary's grip, his balls on the verge of ripping off of his frame. "AAAAAAAAAAAAGGH AAAAAAAAAIEEEE" - Shortly he's sent flying into his command chair...his former command chair. He sobs there. Back where he had once held so much authority, now completely impotent. Where he had sought the Iron Mercenary, now only to have found him, and to be ravaged by him. Fucked. Dominated. "Yessirr...luck...luckkyy...Please...I can'ttt..take thiss..." His mind again in a maelstrom of polarized thoughts, hating that he needs to be fucked by the Iron Mercenary as much as he seeks a warrior's end, he'd rather die than deal with the constant contradiction of his former status and his current one. He can feel the power of the Iron Mercenary rip through his costume and slam into his ass...his cheeks spreading and his scream immediate.

"AIIEEEEEEEEEEEE" Even with his sides battered and his ribs stabbing his lungs, he can't help but scream, as he's driven into completely, his face slamming into the head of his chair, arms dangling uselessly with his legs stretched open held up by on the arms of the chair. "TEARR MEE IN TWOOO AWWW FUCKKK ITSSS TO BIGGG AAGGHH NOO MY ASSS AAGGHH "

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The Iron Mercenary chuckles in between each thrust of his hips, listening to the bitched hero screaming out, begging to be torn in two and screaming as his ass is torn up by the Iron Mercenary's massive hero-splitting tool. Max grunts, each thrust of his hips slightly more powerful, more destructive than the last one as he built up his tempo slowly but surely.

Each blow driving his cock to new depths inside the bitched hero's hole, each massive slam smashing the injured super hero against the back of the massive command chair like an accordion, twisting and crushing him ruthlessly, those legs held up and out, to give Max Irons maximum access to the hero's hole.

The super hero’s screams of agony encouraged the Iron Mercenary to new heights of savage fucking, ripping the hero's ass to shreds with greater and greater violence.

He snarled at the super hero, "Shut the fuck up, you worthless cunt, you fucking cock sucker, you pathetic wannabe loser. You are nothing. Fucking lower than nothing. You have only one use... to be pissed on. To be used. To be abused. To suffer for my pleasure. To be used as my sex toy. That is it. The sum total of your entire fucking existence."

He kept thrusting, harder and harder, contorting the hero's badly injured body with each smash, then screamed out, "NOW, YOU FUCKING BITCH. CUM. GIVE YOUR MASTER WHAT HE IS DUE. GIVE ME YOUR LOSER SEED!"

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver's screams and cries of pain began to mix with uncontrollable moans and grunts of pleasure. He hated himself for it. He could hear it, feel it, his cock throbbing. "Nooo nou AAAAAAAAAAGH uNngh nunnunghh ohhh siirrrr...ooh fuucckk oooh fuucck jesssuss gonnaa...no pleasee...fucckinggg killl meee - I CANT --- makee it stoaaagh make it stoooppp -- dearr goodddddd noo --- oohh my asss..."

Silver Soldier was being more than just fucked, he was being worked. Even in this state, there was power and cruelty to the Iron Mercenary's thrusts, purposeful twists and angles that made the hero grunt and whimper in short heated gasps, the faster the tempo. the softer and higher pitched his grunts, Silver sounding like a woman fucked in heat.

"YESSSIIRR SIIRR YESS MASTTTERRR. OOH FUCCKK I'MM BLOWWINGG -" Silver Soldier's big cock pushed and throbbed and then began to blow, a massive heavy load that uselessly soaked his suit and began to drool into the chair below him, his body convulsed, still being powerfucked by the villain. He couldn't stop, like a faucet that had been broken, his cock continued to shoot. "I CANNTT STOOPP NNGGH OOH FUCCKK YOURRRREE FUCCKINGG MYY CUNTT CANTT STOOPPP - I WORSHIIP YOUUU " His balls shriveling as his insides were expertly worked by the Mercenary, rope after useless rope spilt and soiled his costume.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max Irons could feel the effect his command had on the bitched super hero... like an electric shock, the broken, destroyed heroic super soldier started to quiver and spasm as his bitched balls obeyed their master. He screamed out in worship of Max Irons as his loser cock pumped rope after rope of fallen hero seed to stain his iconic silver uniform.

The Iron Mercenary's body suddenly goes rigid, and every muscle on his frame turns harder than steel, cords stand out on his neck, his muscles turn veiny, and then with a low rumble that turns into an animalistic shout of triumph, the Iron Mercenary explodes deep in Silver Soldier's conquered, bitched ass flooding it with another eruption of his evil super soldier seed.

He grunts once, then rips his cock out of the super hero's ass. He turns for a moment, ignoring the broken, shattered super hero while he lay quivering on the command chair, and examined the monitors lining the screen of the control room. He frowns, noticing that several superheros are responding to the distress signal, and will arrive in a few minutes' time. Well, it looks like playtime is over.

Grunting, Max drags the broken super hero up off the command chair, pulling his shattered body up against his back, then casually wrapping his arm around the super hero's muscled neck, locking in a blood choke. He pulses his bicep for a few moments, letting the super hero feel how much power those veiny, super charged guns were packing, then speaks into his bitch's ear, while tilting the super hero's head towards the camera.

"All right bitch, it's time for us to say goodbye to Steve and the Hall of Heroes. Why don't you go ahead and tell Steve Rogers just how privileged you are to be my cunt? How much you love it? How eager you are for Captain America to realize, like you did, the joys of submitting to the Iron Mercenary?"

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary:

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's cock shoots again and he feels a sudden depth of power go firm throughout Iron Mercenary's body, buried inside of him, and a massive load begins to pour into his ass. Being seeded. "MY CUNNTT FILLL MEEE WITTHH YOURR DNAAA YESSS FUCCKINNGG FILL MEE UPPP RUIIN MEE." He dangles there , against the chair, his ass leaking as Iron pulls his cock out. He feels empty, useless, used.

Pulled against Iron's body, he sucks in air, his soiled leggings bouncing at the power surrounding him and he looks up into the camera, giving his heartfelt message.

"OH CAPP YOU DON'TT STANNDD A CHANNCEE HE'S GOINGG TO WIPPEE THE FLOOOR WITHH YOU AND THEN FUCCKK YOUU - YOU'LL BEE HISS BITCCCH FOREVERRR - MRS. IRONSSSS MRSSS MERCENARRYY - PLEASEEE CAPPP JUSTTT GIVEEE UPP, YOU'LL BE LUCKYYY TO SUCCKK HIS COCCKK STEVVEEE. HE'S A REAL MAN. WORSHIP HIMM!" Silver Soldier turned his head and licked the Iron Mercenary's biceps.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max tilts his head, and stares up at the security camera. He grins as his new bitched out hero slave delivers his heartfelt reply. Then, Max adds a few words of his own. "That's right Captain America. You are next." In a rare sign of affection, Max Irons, leans over and kisses the Silver Soldier's battered face while the Silver Soldier is greedily licking the super villain's bulging, power-packed bicep.

Then, with a smile, Max gives the Silver Soldier one more order, "All right bitch, now order the AI to initiate a self destruct sequence for the Hall of Heroes with a countdown of five minutes. Let's level this place to the ground. Just a shame that there aren't any other heros on the premises." He looked over to the monitors, and spied several squads of elite special forces commandos scattered around the building, attempting to establish a security perimeter around the control room. Amateurs. He didn't intend to leave by the conventional routes. He chuckled again. "Oh, and tell the AI to seal all external exits, and prevent anyone from leaving the building. One final little gift you can give all those deluded idiots who thought they could trust you. It will turn out to be a fatal mistake for them all."

10:01 Silver_Soldier: An unexpected sign of affection and Silver Soldier's body shudders in heat. It's overwhelming, a stark contrast to his mental anguish and physical torment. "Oh sirr..that means...oh siirr, you fucckeedd the herroo out of mee.."

"Ohh...oh pleasee...forgiivee..mee -Seal all exitsss... I order...the hall to selff destrucctt in 5 minutess...Silver Soldier Override.." Silver Soldier gives the exact order, knowing that he's betrayed his heroic and noble duty. He had briefly thought to try - to be a hero, but the bulging bicep by his head quickly convinced him otherwise. He was meant to serve the Iron Mercenary now. He wept mourning his former heroic identity.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max Irons chuckles, and tightens his arm around the Silver Soldier's neck, the sleeper choke locked on tight. He listens to the super hero betray everything he had stood for, knowing that this too would be captured on the security footage for Steve Rogers to review. It was a fitting final message to Captain America. He squatted down, his massive quads gathering strength, then leapt, straight up to the ceiling, to the open ventilation shaft he had used to infiltrate the Hall of Heroes originally. With precision and elite athleticism, he caught the edge of the open shaft, easily muscling up one armed, his thick biceps rippling with power, as he pulled himself and his new slave up into the shaft. In less than four minutes, the Iron Mercenary had navigated back through the maze of shafts up to the roof, the entire time keeping his arm wrapped tight around the bitched super hero.

The super hero left a constant trail of cum, blood, and piss as he was dragged behind like a piece of meat.

The Iron Mercenary burst up onto the roof, and shifted his grip on the Silver Soldier, tossing the broken superhero over his shoulder like a sack of garbage, then charging across the roof. He built up his speed to a fantastic rate, then leapt off the edge of the Hall of Heroes for the woods about hundred feet away. Squads of soldiers below opened fire on him, but he was moving too fast, the bullets zinging past harmlessly. As he landed in the woods, he felt and heard the massive explosion rip apart the Hall of Heroes, the shockwave bending the trees around him nearly double, stripping their leaves. He braced himself, and withstood the blast, though it rocked him. He grinned as the shockwave passed... then ran off to rejoin the rest of the Dark Order, with his new bitch bouncing over his shoulder. Mission Accomplished.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary:

Published: 2023-04-13, viewed 136 times.