Superverse

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 their league of superheroes for some time now.

But gradually, over the last couple of years, the league of superheroes had been gaining the upperhand. The turning point had been when Alpha Man had come on the scene. He was something that the Dark Order had no answer to. With his might arrayed against the Dark Order, outpost after outpost, and base after base had been destroyed, the forces of the evil organization scattered.

Just a few months ago, the last stronghold of the Dark Order was obliterated, conquered by the allied nations, lead by Alpha Man and other heroes. It seemed that the long battle was over. The Dark Order was destroyed. Peace was restored, and it was all thanks to Alpha Man.

But the battle was not over, not yet.

That’s where the Iron Mercenary comes in. His name is Max Irons, the Dark Order’s head of security, and their most powerful weapon. Their secret weapon. Scattered, in hiding, still they were not quite as destroyed as the world thought.

Why did Max Irons join an organization devoted to world domination? Because he was born to conquer.
He has a supreme will to conquer. It’s what brought the brutal villian ultimately to the Dark Order. 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. 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 something he was born with. It 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

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: . 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.

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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 naturally found his way to the Dark Order, quickly rising to become it’s head of security. It was at their final stronghold that the Dark Order had thrown all their remaining resources into creating an answer to Alpha Man. Their best scientists worked feverishly to create a serum… a super soldier serum that could enhance a man into the ultimate fighting machine, able to stand up to even Alpha Man’s awesome power and seemingly limitless strength.

They had finished the serum at last, on the very eve of the final assault on the Dark Order’s last stronghold. Escaping the destruction through a hidden tunnel, Max Irons and a few others made their escape, with the serum, while the world celebrated their hero and savior, Alpha Man, and the destruction of the Dark Order.

But in hiding, the remaining leaders of the Dark Order unanimously decided to give the serum to Max Irons.

Over a series of agonising days while the serum took hold, Max’s 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.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: But there was a problem. Despite their best efforts, Max Iron’s strength, while off the charts, still did not seem to be an even match for the power of Alpha Man. But Max did not let that stop him. Over the years, the Dark Order had amassed a vast amount of intelligence regarding the abilities of Alpha Man. There were several incidents on record, extensively studied by the Dark Order’s psychologists, and by Max himself, that showed rare moments when Alpha Man seemed to weaken, and weaken substantially. Each moment had one thing in common: something had happened to shake the hero’s confidence. In some cases, his confidence was shaken by meeting unexpected resistance. A superweapon had been used against Alpha Man early on, and while it didn’t injure him, it clearly had hurt him, and shaken his confidence. The strength he had displayed immediately following the usage of that weapon had dropped off considerably, but he had recovered in time, and the weapon was destroyed. Another incident had involved something far more basic, ridicule. As part of a psy-ops campaign, the Dark Order had circulated a doctored video of the mighty Alpha Man lying naked on a street in a strange city, getting skull fucked by a Dark Order trooper. The video had been circulated far and wide, and the Dark Order had managed, briefly, to hack the video onto one of the omnitron screens at a massive public event. Many in the crowd had openly laughed and ridiculed the hero, who was noticeably aroused in the video. Just after the video finished, the Dark Order had launched a desperate attack, using the distraction caused by the video. During that fight, Alpha Man seemed badly weakened, to the point where it seemed that he might be defeated, but he rallied eventually, and the attack was destroyed. Clearly, being disrespected and humiliated had shaken his confidence badly, affecting his strength.

So now, a new plan has been devised. And Max Irons, now known as The Iron Mercenary was given his most important mission EVER. A mission that meant either the triumph or ultimate defeat for the Dark Order. His mission was to eliminate Alpha Man. Once and for all.

The chances of success seemed slim, even with the plan they had devised. But Max knew that it would work. He burned with a fiery rage to conquer and destroy Alpha Man. To pay back the humiliation the superhero had heaped onto the Dark Order over the years. To unman the mighty, noble champion in front of the entire world. He longed for it, trained for it, prepared for it with an unearthly dedication.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: And so, The Iron Mercenary was present on the day of the massive charity event, one year after the destruction of the final Dark Order stronghold. The event was raising funds for refugees created by the Dark Order’s schemes and attacks over the years. Of course, Alpha Man would be present, he would be the centerpiece of the entire event. The entire crowd erupted into massive cheers when the Alpha Man took the stage.

Soon, it was time for the first charity fundraising event. A series of celebrity athletes, intermixed with a random selection of applicants, would form a line. Each one would have one chance to deliver a gut punch to the mightiest superhero in the world. The superhero had the job of judging the strongest blow, and hence awarding a large cash prize to the charity represented by the lucky winner. The Dark Order had managed to ensure Max Irons was one of those chosen to have a shot at Alpha Man.

The lean, steel-hard frame of the powerful supervillian was black combat boots, black combat trousers, and a thick black shirt, hiding a black muscle hugging battle top with the Dark Order insignia emblazoned on the chest. That was hidden beneath the thick outer shirt. For now.
A black beret was proudly cocked on top of his head, and it was clear to anyone that he was military. He got his share of cheers from the crowd, as the line of celebrity athletes made their way down the line, each one throwing their best punches into the mighty superhero’s steel-hard abs. None of them even made a dent, and more than one injured their hand, but they were good sports about it.

Finally, it was Max’s turn. Suddenly, the screens surrounding the vast stadium where the event was being held flicked into static, and gasps of amazement rippled through the crowd as Max Irons suddenly appeared on the jumbotron, standing at attention, shirtless, his lean, hard bearded muscle radiating power and menace. And submissively kneeling before him, was seemingly Alpha Man!! Max’s cock was sticking straight out like a flagpole in the video, and the camera suddenly panned down Max’s greek god like physique, resting to catch Max’s cock in the frame, and the upturned face of Alpha Man, poised to suck that massive cock. The likeness was incredible, it looked just like Alpha Man. Shock and disgust rippled through the crowd, there was angry muttering. Then, Alpha Man spoke, saying, “Please master, let me suck your cock.”

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Angry shouts, and jeers rose up from the crowd, and some of them were directed at Alpha Man. It was then that Max Irons struck. He reached up, and tore the thick shirt off his chest in a display of easy power, revealing his muscle-hugging tight black shirt, with the logo of the Dark Order proudly displayed, visible only to Alpha Man at first.

Then, taking advantage of the shock caused by the video, Max dropped down to one knee, and cocked his fist, drawing it back. Every single muscle along his arm swelled with power, his core turned harder than steel, his biceps bulged like the gun of a battleship, while he gathered his focus. The crowd fell away, and there was nothing but a sense of calm focus. Max Irons was a black belt in karate, and one of the techniques that he had studied extensively in obtaining his black belt was how to direct the force of his strikes to shatter substances many times harder than himself, stone, wood, and even some metals. This he could do, with enough time to deliver the strike, even as a human. Now, as a super soldier, with levels of strength that put him, while not as strong as Alpha Man, at least in the same general ballpark, what would such a strike do to Alpha Man? This was the big gamble.

Before throwing that strike, Max’s eyes looked up, into Alpha Man’s stunningly handsome face. “That’s right, Alpha Man. You thought we were all destroyed, but you fucked up. Just like you think you are the fucking strongest man alive? Another fuck up. Today is the day where you learn that you aren’t the strongest man in the world anymore.”

Letting out a sudden cry, KAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, Max struck, his fist smashing forward, aimed not at those steel hard abs, but instead directly at Alpha Man’s prominent, heroic balls and cock, with the same focus and technique and power he had used to shatter stone when he was just a normal man.

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10:01 Alpha_Man: Luke had never expected to be a hero. He was used to modeling and being an everyday gym-goer. But on a fateful day he was struck by a red beam and greeted - told he needed to hold the power of a far off planet, he was chosen for greatness. His body had been blessed with incredible power. His already impressive muscles became dense beyond one’s imagination. His pecs plumped, his abs tightened, arms constantly bulged. He could maintain a hard cock to please any woman for days, though he’d let them rest of course. His power was bolstered by odd points throughout his body. His legs allowed him superspeed, his body mostly invulnerable - except when his powers faltered or in the rarest of cases, he took incredible damage to his ribs. He didn’t know why, but it was such a rare occasion, that it rarely mattered. All he had to do to keep himself in tiptop heroic shape was to stay confident. Luckily everyone at the gym just observed his improved body as him taking test or hgh, whatever popular steroid was going around at the time.

10:01 Alpha_Man: At first he didn’t know what to do with his powers of flight, strength, invulnerability, speed and so on. He knew he wouldn’t be able to box anymore, it wouldn’t be fair, even if it was intramural. He knew he had to do something good. That’s when he approached League of Superheroes. When he entered the part coliseum and part pantheon building, he felt a sense of awe. Excited that he would be able to help. Statues of the most famed heroes lined the entryway. He had been gifted a costume by the same planet that had given him his powers - The yellow cape at his backside was met with a hearty breeze. In the shining light of the League Hall, his red sculpted body was the embodiment of streamlined musculature. Gorgeous blue eyes, framed with cropped blonde hair and a regal jawline connected to a muscle corded neck, tall traps and wide shoulders. His heavily muscled arms hung loosely from his shoulders, connecting to thick jutting pecs and wide lats. The large wings of muscle veered down a path of a deeply embedded steel eight pack, going further down to a fully filled yellow trunk and muscled quads. His cape covered back barely hid his large muscled back, mountains of muscle on top of one another that fell down to a round pouting bubbled butt. Every breath made his abdominals ripple, his muscled chest rising and falling, drawing attention to the iconic superhero symbol "A". He turned his head as he heard the sound of footsteps, even with a slight movement his muscles bulged and rippled, clearly taut striated muscles visible even covered in cloth. He had been greeted by three of the most well known heroes, specifically feeling the eyes of Madam Might take him in, eyeing him up and down blatantly.

10:01 Alpha_Man: It wasn’t long before he was taking the lead in missions and was quickly ruining the plans of the Dark Order. The evil criminal organization had no idea what to do with Alpha Man. His powers held no weakness they could justifiably handle. Even once, they tried to humiliate him, showing him with an erection - some kind of digitized deep fake - and while it had been concerning for a moment, Alpha Man recovered and was able to take down another ring of villains. And it was time for celebration after years of hard work.

10:01 Alpha_Man: With Dark Order retreating, Alpha Man agreed to a charity event in Breaker Bay. His powerful body slowly descended from the clouds as the large crowd cheered loudly. His powerful thighs slightly bent, his impressive bulge sitting heavily in his yellow briefs, his insanely flat 8 pack that rippled up to his proud pecs as his arms hung by his sides, until the muscle rippled when he flashed his million dollar smile at the crowd. They went wilder, if it was possible. Finally settling, introductions were made, and the contest began. The long line continued to get shorter and shorter, as even celebrities Luke had once admired, mostly athletes, found his abdominals completely impenetrable. Alpha Man offered to assist any who were injured. Of course, all of the adulation and the event itself, poured confidence through every fiber of Alpha Man’s being, to the point his costume seemed to desperately cling to his pumped muscles. Alpha Man could feel the power coursing through him. It radiated through him to the point he took a quick break to flex for the crowd, storing reserves in his biceps. Finally he was greeted by a quite muscular man, physically bigger than Alpha Man, but not nearly as dense or powerful, he was still impressive. Statistically, at 6’0 and 188lbs pre-powers, Alpha Man was impressively built, but the heft and weight of his muscle density probably put him closer to 1,000 lbs, so much power coursing through him. “Good day citizen!” He smiled and that was when things changed in the arena…

10:01 Alpha_Man: Alpha Man noticed the change in the audience first, having just been basking in the glow of praise and adulation. He then saw the scene on the big screens. His jaw set as he gritted his teeth, angered at what was being displayed - and even taken aback that some in the crowd seemed to blame him for it. He wanted to address it, but he noticed the guy in front of him…in fact his face seemed familiar, as if he was an unaccounted for member of the Dark Order. He saw the symbol across the incredibly hard-bodied man in front of him, and he finally focused on what he was saying - but seeing the attack - he tightened his abdominals - only… NNNNNNNNNGHHHH - Alpha Man’s beautiful blue eyes crossed and he let out a hellish scream as his knees knocked together, gasping for air, he dropped to both knees and grabbed his nuts, a sudden surge of power leaving his body as he looked up at the man who had punched his nuts - “W-whooo?” - He struggled to get back on his feet, unable to as he had to soak in the pain racking his body while he waited for the mind numbing pain to subside - but he was angry. Very angry. HIs eyes set on the big Dark Order grunt in front of him.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: As his fist impacted Alpha Man’s prominent balls, delivering a shockwave of power with enough force to shatter steel, Max’s combat-tuned mind noticed several things all at once. The most important observation being that Alpha Man was not invulnerable. The response was incredible, the legendary hero’s screams of agony drew eyes from all over the packed Breaker Bay arena. Shock and disbelief rippled through the crowd as the lewd images vanished from the jumbotrons, everyone’s attention suddenly on the stage, more specifically at the extraordinary, unbelievable sight of Alpha Man’s herculean muscle sinking to his knees, clutching his nuts, in front of a tall, hard-muscled man.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The Iron Mercenary ignored the crowd for the moment, his eyes drinking in the shockwave rippling across the superhero’s ultra-dense muscle, the agony and pain twisting the stunningly handsome hero’s face, those blue eyes radiating anguish, those massively muscled arms, dropped low, protecting his abused babymakers. Staring deep into those blue wells, Max noticed his second observation. Alpha Man recognized him. Max wasn’t surprised. As head of security for the Dark Order, Max Irons had led the resistance against the attacks from the League of Superheros. Miraculously, Max had survived, evading capture or worse.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max returned that gaze, his own deep blue eyes harder than daggers, seeming to penetrate Alpha Man’s stare and see into the heroic depths of his soul. There wasn’t an ounce of fear in the Iron Mercenary’s steel gaze. There was only unbelievable confidence, certainty, and contempt. Every single steel hard, battle-forged, sharp cut line of the super soldier’s unbelievably hard physique was visible through his muscle hugging black gear, the Dark Order’s emblem shining across his chest.

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10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The next thing Max noticed was the incredible density of Alpha Man’s thick slabs of muscle. Judging by the resistance the brutal mercenary’s punch encountered, Alpha Man’s body must be about ten times as dense as a normal man’s, he must weigh around 1000 pounds. Max himself was in that ballpark, after his own transformation. But even so, Alpha Man’s sheer mass, so tightly packed, throbbed with a power that made the mercenary jealous, even though he was physically smaller than Max. All the more reason to kill him.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Barely managing to gasp out his question, It was then that Max caught the slight shift in those incredible heroic muscles as Alpha Man tried to rise, but failed to overcome the debilitating pain of that nutshot. That pain in the hero’s face was shifting now to rage. A cold fierce rage directed at Max. Max’s handsome bearded face broke out suddenly into a mocking grin.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The brutal mercenary spoke again, “Before I answer that, it looks like you could use a hand up, Alpha Man.” Then, shockingly, Max spat in Alpha Man’s face, the spit desecrating that beautiful, handsome face. Time seemed to slow for the supervillian as his mercenary training took over. Don’t give your enemy a chance to recover. Attack, and keep attacking until he is defeated. Search and discover any potential weak points. If you can’t find any, make your weak point.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: In a blur of battle-forged muscle, the Iron Mercenary’s rock hard right arm shot out and seized the shining A, the symbol of Alpha Man’s might and power, in his fist, the muscle hugging material of Alpha Man’s uniform clenched tight, distorting that symbol. With a surge of super soldier muscle, Max lifted the superhero’s near 1000 pounds of muscle off the stage, forcibly dragging Alpha Man up to his feet, using that symbol in his grip as the handle. His right bicep bulged with power, flexing so hard it threatened to rip the seam of his tight black battle top.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Then, releasing his grip on the hero’s uniform, the ruthless mercenary began to probe the superhero’s defenses. Alpha Man still desperately clutched his battered balls, but Max knew he needed to strike fast and hard to keep the advantage of the momentary weakness his sneak attack had caused. Without a moment’s hesitation, the Iron Mercenary’s rock hard fist drew back, every muscle in his body tensing, power building in his core, before he twisted from his hips, channeling all that incredible power into a colossal left hook targeting the superhero’s classic, iconically handsome square jaw.

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10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Smoothly, with the grace of a world-class kick boxer, his left knee shot up as his body smoothly flowed back, that knee spearing into Alpha Man’s body, targeting his solar plexus with enough force to shatter reinforced concrete, driving between the gap in the hero’s own elbows while the legendary super hero still protectively clutched his balls.

Every strike, every blow was delivered not only to injure the superhero, if possible, but to probe him for weaknesses. For the final strike in his rapid combo, all three strikes delivered in the time it takes a man to blink, his core once more turned harder than steel, as his entire body twisted, his right leg snapping up, driving with every ounce of power the superbly trained, ruthless, battle-hardened super villain could channel, to smash full into the thick slabs of oblique muscle layered on top of Alpha Man’s left-side ribs.

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10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Just as that final kick in his combo was landing, the Iron Mercenary finally answered Alpha Man’s question. “I was once known as Max Irons, head of Dark Order security. Now, the world will know me as the Iron Mercenary. But you, Alpha Man, can call me master.” His voice shouted out his reply, echoing across the entire arena.

10:01 Alpha_Man: To his surprise, Alpha man found himself pulled to his feet. His eyes bulged a bit in shock as he was left there standing, still finding a bit of recovery, and even feeling his powers slowly recover throughout his body. He watched as his opponent's fist flew towards his jaw - still everything seemed to move in slow motion to him given his super speed, but he didn't have the reserves to react appropriately. He took the hit and, while his head barely budged, Alpha Man quickly noted a twinge of pain. Then, another hit was shot forward, a big knee surrounded by the bulging muscle of his assailant. Again, as if in slow motion, Alpha Man saw the hit, but was unable to react. And again, a sensation of pain, surprised by the man's striking power, but not much that would cause Alpha Man damage. He continued to watch as a snapping kick came flying toward his left side - right for his ribs - his eyes widened and he moved his elbow in an effort to block most of the blow. In his current state though, his body still reacted with a bit of a jerking motion and a gasp escaped his lips...

10:01 Alpha_Man: However, he was given the opportunity to back away. Feeling the sudden dip in his powers, he recalled the reserves he had stored as the crowd had hyped him up from before. He flexed both arms suddenly, drawing on the power. His biceps bulged and it was evident to anyone watching that there was a sudden surge of recovery, strength, and confidence surging through him. He smiled as it began to surge. "You've made a mistake today Mercenary. I'm not to be trifled with, and I certainly will NEVER call you master."

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Again, in full battle mode, noting the feedback from each of his assaults. That left hook to the handsome hero's jaw, it hurt him, but not enough. The knee to his solar plexus, it hurt him, but not enough. But... pay dirt. That kick to his ribs was the ticket. The Iron Mercenary felt Alpha Man's body give, even though the hero partially blocked it, he felt the damage that kick had delivered to the supposedly invulnerable superhero. The ripple of pain across his muscle, the gasp, the way he jerked, all tells that a fighter like Max was trained to recognize.

As Alpha Man backed off to recover, that was something that Max Irons was not going to let happen. Just as Alpha Man flexed his biceps, those awesome muscles peaking like the guns of battleship, rippling with incredible power, Max struck. The brutal super villian spun suddenly in a blur of motion, while Alpha Man was still flexing to recharge, and delivered an absolutely devastating spinning back kick into the superhero's exposed left hand ribs, driving his combat boot with enough force to penetrate the armor of a battleship.

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10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Finally replying to Alpha Man's quip. "Wrong again Alpha Man, on all counts. The mistakes are all yours, first by not killing me when you had the chance, and second, by underestimating me. As for calling me master, that's inevitable."

10:01 Alpha_Man: While in the midst of recovering his assailant once again struck. This time, the movement seemed fast. Blurry. It was awesome in the true sense of the word as Alpha Man saw the muscled Mercenary spin and coil, only for his reinforced boot to slam loudly into his left ribs. "UNNNNNNNNNNNGH" The hero cried out once again, but this time, he had no guard up. His body folded in pain as his handsome spit covered face contorted wickedly. His voice cried out in pain in a way he had never heard as he felt a wave of power leave him once again. The Iron Mercenary doubled down on his position, but Alpha Man knew he had to fight back.

With his right arm, he managed to swipe wildly at the Mercenary, trying to nurse his side as he felt suddenly off balance.

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10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The watching onlookers were stunned... this was another first. Never before had their champion, the legendary Alpha Man, ever been interrupted in the middle of one of his mighty flexes. The crowd started to cheer the hero on, as he flashed his trademark grin, those incredible biceps popping into full relief, only for everything to go horribly wrong in an instant. Those massive arms dropped, his amazing body suddenly folded up, doubled over the Iron Mercenary's boot as it smashed into his hurting ribs. The savage, raw cry of pain, unlike anything Alpha Man had ever uttered before, disheartened the crowd, but it was music to the evil super villian's ears. He smiled grimly, and recovered in a flash, moving in on the doubled up superhero, his guard tight, ever sense he possessed strained to the max, focused on the battle.

Max Irons saw the superhero trying desperately to protect his ribs. The Iron Mercenary moved with the grace of an elite warrior, confident that despite the difference in raw power, he was far better trained in hand to hand combat than Alpha Man. When Alpha Man threw that desperate right, Max Irons had just launched a right of his own, aimed for the hero's handsome jaw, wanting to test if other parts of the hero's body were becoming more vulnerable. As for that desperate right, the elite mercenary smoothly pivoted, avoiding the powerful blow, and smashed his own left fist deep into Alpha Man's right hand side, targeting his right ribs now, the blow intended to not only damage those ribs as well, but send a shockwave of brutal force into the superhero's liver.

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10:01 Alpha_Man: Alpha Man refused to let the villain continue to take control. Mentally he chastised himself for letting him even get this far. That was until his face was slammed and his head suddenly snapped back. This time there was more pain and a grunt. His arm continued to sail, his body feeling heavier than he had ever experienced. Everything was happening too quickly, and yet, he felt as if he was unable to keep up the pace. His super powers were betraying him.

He saw it first, the traveling fist attached to impressive muscled arm and his eyes bulged, in anticipation, in fact, his entire body rippled with anticipation as he flexed, but his poor ribs were not ready. And neither were his powers. "UUUUNNNNNNNGH OOHHHHHH" He suddenly folded wildly against the drill hardened fist of his foe, feeling it send a brutal shockwave of force, his entire body awkwardly folding back now, his feet teetering on the mat. He stumbled back wildly and fell to his ass..."No..no....can't...be.." He rolled back up to his feet, catching himself as he went to nurse his sides and put his fists up, as if to box the Mercenary... He would put up a fight. He could take this villain down. The crowd cheered and a jolt of power resurged through the hero, though it barely made up for what he had lost. Still, he let his muscles flex under his red suit, trying to intimidate the man attacking him, while also trying to send more of his reserves through him. "What is the point of this...what is Dark Order's goal??" He asked, hoping to buy some time.

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10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The Iron Mercenary felt the shock of impact as his fist smashed into Alpha Man's handsome face, and he was right. This time, the blow had done considerably more damage. As for the shot to the right hand ribs, the effect was spectacular, the superhero's awesomely muscled core doubling up, folding over that shot. That blow to Alpha Man's thickly muscled obliques protecting his right hand ribs and liver actually managed to floor the superhero. Max moved forward, his confidence on the rise as he continued to out fight the strongest superhero in the world.

Quickly though, Alpha Man was up, his guard in place, but not before Max noticed that jerk downwards, as the hero overruled his instincts to protect those ribs. The Iron Mercenary heard the cheers of the crowd, noting that it seemed to invigorate Alpha Man, causing the muscles under his yellow uniform to ripple and flex with power. But far from intimidating the Iron Mercenary, it only focused his ruthless brutality. Once again, Max Irons did not intend to allow the superhero time to recover. He charged forward, before Alpha Man had even finished asking his question.

Using expert skill, he smashed a brutal combo, first a right to target those left hand ribs, followed instantly by a left blow, each fist powered by the Iron Mercenary's ruthless skill and incredibly muscle, his arms flexing like steel, his biceps smashing against the confines of his battle top, his abs turning armor hard to deliver the power. Max strove to utilize his fighting skill, angling each blow with enough speed and power to hopefully blast past the superhero's attempt to guard his vulnerable ribs. It was only then that he replied. "So, not only do you fight like an amateur, you are also stupid. Isn't it obvious? Our immediate goal is simple: Your humiliation, defeat, and death. You are the biggest obstacle to our rise to power, Alpha Man. One that I will remove. Permanently."

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10:01 Alpha_Man: To no avail, Alpha Man watched as the Iron Mercenary drove forward, not letting him get a moment of rest. He saw a huge right going for his left ribs this time, and he guarded, his biceps and elbow blocking the blow, though he noted how his guard felt the blow more than he thought it should. His opponent was strong. He was really strong....he had to stop ...thinking like this. But while he had easily guarded his left, his right side ended up vulnerable.

Another shattering shot, only this time Alpha Man did not let out a pained and loud cry of pain, but instead he screamed wildly, his voice going up an octave. It was humiliating, which worsened his situation as he began to stumble head first into the Iron Mercenary, desperately wrapping his arms around him in an attempt to stop him as well as keep himself standing. He heard the reply, a sense of dread flowing through him, but he was in another headspace altogether. Alpha Man reached around the Mercenary's back and grabbed onto his own hands, suddenly pouring his power into a tight forward facing bearhug.

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10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max felt Alpha Man block his right with a tight guard, but even despite that, the Iron Mercenary felt the blow ripple through the superhero's powerfully muscled left arm in a way he hadn't managed earlier. Alpha Man was becoming more and more vulnerable. This was decisively confirmed when his left fist buried itself deeply in the legendary super hero's right hand ribs, evoking a scream of pain from the drop dead handsome hero that put all the prior ones to shame. The hero was so badly hurt by that blow he couldn't even properly stand, stumbling against his enemy's steel hard torso, wrapping his arms around Max's core.

With contempt, the Iron Mercenary prepared to deliver another savage blow, only to suddenly gasp, his eyes going wide, as Alpha Man's densely muscled arms contracted suddenly, applying a devastating bearhug. The power was phenomenal, even given the damage done to the mighty superhero, that bearhug was no joke. Only just in time, the Iron Mercenary managed to flex his abs, obliques, and lats, channeling all his power into turning them harder than cabled steel. His eyes were open wide, and every breath was a battle. He knew that he couldn't take this kind of power, even with his own super soldier strength, for long. For one thing, Alpha Man would recover if given a chance, and then Max knew he'd be crushed out.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The crowd suddenly exploded with cheers, seeing their hero take the upper hand. Everyone was confident that the start of the fight was just a blip, an anomaly. Now, everything was right with the world. Those cheers speared deep into Max, awakening a deep reserve of rage and power. Suddenly, Max shifted his leg, driving his knee between Alpha Man's legs. He lifted both of his arms, temporarily exposing his core to even more pressure, but it was a risk he was willing to take. He threw his remaining power into a savage counter, driving both fists in to deliver a double blast of brutal power to Alpha Man, smashing brutally into that handsome jaw, driving the force of the double blow deep into the hero's skull. At the same time, not leaving anything to chance, he spiked his knee up, his herculean quads rippling with power as he strove to bash his knee deep into Alpha Man's balls.

10:01 Alpha_Man: Alpha Man heard the cheers erupt and his grip suddenly tightened, more power surging through his tired body once again. Nearly bringing about new life - only to be thwarted again by the Mercenary... He could feel the villain's powerful body flexing, fighting against his powerful hold, and to some extent, it worked. The villain had been able to drive his arms out and his fists sailed for Alpha Man's jaw. There wasn't much he could do - but he had lost attention to detail, as the Mercenary's knee suddenly drove into his nuts. "UUURLKK" His voice suddenly caught in his throat.

In a sudden burst, spit flew from Alpha Man's mouth, his face aching and his nuts throbbed in pain, his big arms and muscled back gave out quickly as he stumbled back. He felt weary, dizzy, unsure of his footing. One arm was outstretched, as if it could keep the Mercenary at bay, while the other nursed his nuts. He had to reset his jaw a few times as he stumbled around. "Nhnn-hnnngh..." He grunted, finally the Iron Mercenary coming into focus as he approached almsot gleefully toward the dazed Alpha Man.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The desperate counter had worked better than he had hoped. The crowd suddenly fell silent as Alpha Man's handsome face was nearly rearranged by the brutal double punch to his jaw, and once more his balls were smashed. The bearhug was explosively released, and Max Irons staggered, breathing hard and heavy. That counter had taken a lot of power out of him, and his core was aching from the crushing force of that bearhug.

But Alpha Man was in far worse shape. The shocked crowd could not believe that yet again, this supervillain from nowhere had turned the tables on their hero again. It took every ounce of will he could muster, but Iron Mercenary charged back on the attack, wincing in pain as his body throbbed from the after effects of that bearhug, but his ruthless military training drove him onward, and he ignored the pain, focusing on the prize.

With savage focus and an almost sadistic glee, he twisted with extreme skill into Alpha Man's stumbling body, suddenly hauling the dazed hero off his feet in a display of dominant power. Moving fluidly, the Iron Mercenary turned to face the crowd, holding Alpha Man's dazed muscle in his arms, that yellow cap hanging limp, fluttering slightly in the breeze, the awesome spreading lats of the super hero's broad back on full display. Then, with a cry, Max shouted out, "TIME TO TURN ALPHA MAN INTO BETA MAN! TIME TO BREAK A HERO!"

With that, the Iron Mercenary dropped down suddenly to one knee, every aching muscle in his body exploding with battle-forged power, driving the 1000 pounds of heroic muscle mass held in his arms down across his knee in a sickening, savage RIB BREAKER! Targeting those left side ribs with ruthless destruction.

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10:01 Alpha_Man: Alpha Man found the Iron Mercenary suddenly on him, wrapping him up, or was he lifting him? It was so confusing for Alpha Man. He moaned as he suddenly found himself lifted from the ground. He tried to activate his powers of flight, but at best he just awkwardly shook in the Mercenary's grip. He realized he was against the Iron Mercenary's body, being held aloft, his left side facing downward, his arms flailed weakly.

He had never felt so helpless, even without his powers, he was being completely dominated at this point. He tried to fight these thoughts, moaning a sudden "Nooouuhh" as his mind raced. He heard Max and his flailing sped up, only for his body to drop across the massively muscled quad , the battle hardened knee used as a point of spade, slamming so incredibly hard into his ribs.

His cries from before, his screams, were nothing in comparison to this. He flailed, he screamed, he sounded on the verge of weeping as every limb swung wildly, "AAAAAAAAAAAAIEEEEEEEE". His vision blurred and he felt his muscled body continue to get heavier and weaker, his breathing uncannily becoming labored, his suit clinging to his perfectly muscled form as he began sweating....

10:01 Alpha_Man:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The savage CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHH sound and feel as Alpha Man's ultra dense superhero body smashed into his ribs sent a thrill through the brutal supervillian, his cock beginning to respond to the utter domination of the world's strongest man. His writhing muscle, his screams of agony, louder and more earsplitting then before, gave evidence to the kind of brutal damage being unloaded on the legendary Alpha Man.

The crowd continued to express their utter shock and disbelief. This ... can't be happening. Not to their hero... Not to the man that defeated the Dark Order! But it was.

For a few moments, Max kept the battered, battle damaged superhero bent across his knee, latching onto his dangling left bicep and left quad, pulling them down to increase the pressure, his knee digging so deep into the superhero's left side it was denting that perfect body. Then, suddenly, Max stood up, dragging the hero up with him.

As before, his right hand latched onto that proud yellow A emblazoned in the middle of his awesomely muscled chest, and with a heave, held Alpha Man, hoisting the physically smaller, but far heavier and denser superhero up off his feet, so he was dangling by that grip. Then, looking right into Alpha Man's eyes, Max spoke, again in a loud booming tone. "Look at me Alpha Man. You know now, don't you, beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are looking at your master? Your executioner. The Dark Order created me to destroy you. To outman you. To outmuscle you. To defeat you. To kill you. And today, I will fulfil my purpose."

Those dark words swept across the terrified crowd, as Max drew back his left fist, and paused. As before, he slipped into a space of absolute calm and perfect peace, feeling the power gather in his core. Then, with a loud cry of KAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, his left fist smashed forward, delivering the same type of martial arts strike that a karate master uses to shatter stone, that Max had used during the opening snea

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: ttack that wrecked Alpha Man's balls. But this time, his left arm surging with power, every muscle flaring to maximum size, the bicep suddenly peaking so hard it split the seam of his battle top, exposing veins throbbing with power, this time, that blow smashed full into Alpha Man's handsome jaw like a cruise missile. The impact generated a shockwave that actually shattered windows in the arena, and the force was so powerful it ripped Alpha Man free of the Iron Mercenary's grasp, tearing that A symbol of the chest of his uniform, exposing the superhero's incredibly muscled torso.

Left holding that A, the symbol of Alpha Man's power, in his hands, the Iron Mercenary watched as Alpha Man rocketed across the stadium, on a collision course with the massive Jumbotron attached to the far wall, dangling over the heads of the terrified crowd.

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10:01 Alpha_Man: Alpha Man continued to cry out, overwhelming panic washing over him as he began to understand the level of demolition that the Iron Mercenary would enact on him. He flailed and put on a helpless display, unable to do anything to change the course of the current events. It was a horrible and horrific feeling for the always-in-control hero. His eyes bulged as the Mercenary pulled his body harder across his knee, his ribs painfully poking against him as his mouth stretched into another scream.

Then he was lifted. His head was bobbing to and fro, he was disoriented as his arms flopped from one side to the other, pathetically trying to muster some sense of direction. He was hoisted, his feet dangling as he felt like a bullied school boy. He was the Iron Mercenary's plaything in this hold and as he spoke to Alpha Man, he tried to respond, to tell him no, that none of it was true. He could be outmanned... he was ALPHA man...how?? But he also couldn't hide his gulp as the Iron Mercenary told him this.

10:01 Alpha_Man: Alpha Man watched as the villain pulled back his fist, he began to limply slap at the hand that held him by his costume...his dangling feet paddling the air as he began to panic, the very air around the Mercenary warping, his sleeve bulging then ripping. Alpha Man's eyes widened and then BAMMMMMMMMMMMMM - he went sailing.

He felt his jaw slam shut, and he felt as a tooth in the front of his mouth snapped clean out from his lips, the hero flying through the air and suddenly slamming into a huge Jumbotron, it was the screams of the people below that activated his response, as he suddenly used his remaining reserves to slowly bring the jumbotron down between the crowds of people. But his body was pouring sweat, and he sloppily brought it down as the crowd poured out from the stadium, his body trembling. His big arms quaked and the jumbotron shook, suddenly falling forward as Alpha Man leapt, barely missing the big screen as he crawled on hands and knees, flopping onto his back...his big exposed chest now heaving, his body drenched in sweat.

10:01 Alpha_Man:

10:01 Alpha_Man:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The Iron Mercenary watched with a savage grin as Alpha Man's hurtling body smashed into the Jumbotron, ripping it free from it's fastenings, sending it tumbling down towards the innocent civilians below! Somehow, someway, even injured and depleted as he was, Alpha Man managed to slow the crashing Jumbotron long enough for the people beneath it to flee in terror. Everyone was fleeing now, that shockwave which shattered windows had injured and stunned hundreds of people, and those who were left were gathering the wounded, mostly near the front of the stage where the shockwave had originated, and dragging them to safety. Any force that could deliver such horrific destruction to the strongest man in the world was something they couldn't hope to oppose.

As for Max Irons, he squatted low, gathering power in his quads, watching as Alpha Man barely managed to land the Jumbotron before collapsing himself. Even from this distance, the supervillian noticed something new... the superhero was drenched in sweat, a sure sign of his further depleted powers.

Alpha Man was getting weaker. Like a tiger, the Iron Mercenary leapt, propelled by a burst of sheer power from his coiled, herculean quads. He soared across the stadium, and landed in a massive frog splash directly onto the heaving, sweating, now exposed, thickly muscled chest of Alpha Man, like a thunderbolt out of the sky.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The savage impact drove brutal forces into Alpha Man's heroic body, and down into the concrete beneath, cracking the concrete ominously, and shaking that sector of the arena. Without a moment's hesitation, the Iron Mercenary launched his next assault onto the stunned, sweating superhero. With his muscle draped across Alpha Man's chest, Max's massively powerful arms snaked around Alpha Man's left arm. Max had noted that each time the superhero had managed to get some space, and flex those impressive guns, some kind of rejuvenating force had flooded into the superhero.

What if Max assaulted and wrecked those guns? Would that destroy the remaining reserves of power the superhero could summon? Time to find out. With his expert groundfighting skills, the brutal mercenary grappled that powerful left arm, counting on the stunned state of Alpha Man to enable him to secure a deadly kimura arm lock. His arms surged with power, flexing harder than cabled steel as he strove to lock out the superhero's muscled gun, to deliver a concentrated surge of muscle-ripping, power smashing, hero breaking strength into Alpha Man's trapped arm.

Snarling, as he strove to lock that hold on, Iron Mercenary spoke, "Before I kill you, Alpha Man, before you acknowledge me as your master, I will break you. Every fucking muscle in your body will be dominated, destroyed, fucked. Then, I will fuck you like the bitch you are. I will conquer you. Not only your body, but your mind, your very spirit."

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10:01 Alpha_Man: As if from nowhere, the Iron Mercenary was suddenly in the air and landed heavily against Alpha Man. The hero cried out as his body was jacknifed from the monumental force, the area around them suddenly bursting into dirt and dust. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOGHHOOOO" the hero cried out.

Alpha Man slowly began to feel a pressure in his shoulder, snaking through his big proud left arm. It was slow at first, but the pain was unending, and the hero began to yell. "NOOOO NOOOUUGGHH" Alpha Man desperately tried to fight back as the Iron Mercenary explained his plan. How he would ruin Alpha Man. Alpha Man found himself howling directly into the crotch of the evil villain and as he said the word "spirit," felt more power surge from the deadly attacker - SNAP! - Alpha Man's arm suddenly bent back beyond it's limit and the hero cried out, his feet kicking wildly, his arm completely numb in the grip of the dominating Mercenary.

10:01 Alpha_Man:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Dominance radiating off of the Iron Mercenary in waves, sweat, his own and Alpha Man's, soaking the hard, steel-cut lines of the brutal supervillian as he relentlessly poured every ounce of his combat skill, his steel-hard resolve, his overwhelming surging desire to destroy and dominate into that kimura.

To the few citizens, cops and firemen who were still in the arena, they were drawn to the sudden screams of protest from the struggling, savagely trapped superhero. Their jaws dropped open, a deep and paralyzing fear washing over them as they clearly saw the moment when Alpha Man's powerfully muscled left arm SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPED, breaking like a twig from the relentless assault. That arm... only a short time ago, so proudly flexed in front of the crowd, powering up the superhero was broken. The Iron Mercenary had so savagely out muscled and out fought the legendary Alpha Man that he had even managed to break his arm.

Max's cock spewed pre-cum, aroused beyond belief by the domination surging from his conquest of Alpha Man. It was a dream come true, the culmination of years of frustrations, of desperate retreats from Alpha Man's invincible muscle. But now, that muscle was no longer invincible. Now... it was broken. That mighty left arm was shattered.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Standing up, Max kept his rock hard grip on that shattered left arm, using that once mighty muscled gun to control the savagely damaged hero, yanking at it savagely to force Alpha Man to stand or have his arm ripped off. Twisting that arm up, controlling it with his left hand gripping the wrist, the broken arm easily manipulated, he maneuvered the hero's arm so that those left ribs were fully exposed.

Then, he snarled at Alpha Man. "I told you. Today is the day that Alpha Man is out muscled. Today you lose your title as the world's mightiest being. Today, you suffer destruction. Today, you have met your master. You want mercy from me? Then beg, fucker. BEG IN FRONT OF THE WORLD... Admit to the whole world who is your master, or SUFFER."

Then, with explosive surges of power, the Iron Mercenary began driving his right fist in savage, sickening uppercuts, directly into those damaged ribs, his broken left arm held out of the way, exposing those ribs, controlling the damaged superhero. It was clear that the Iron Mercenary was seeking nothing less but the shattering of the superhero... not only his body, but his will, his spirit.

10:01 Alpha_Man: "AAGHH AAGGHH" Pulled up by his broken arm, Alpha Man clumsily got to his feet, his mouth hanging open and tears streaming down his face from the immense pain, the pain that wouldn't stop. His arm was twisted mercilessly away, he could feel his body aiming itself, his ribs basically pointing to the Iron Mercenary, begging to be pummelled.

"AAAGGHH NNNGHH NNGGHH" He controlled himself, refusing to beg, even as his mind began to imagine the pain he was in for. But that was before the punches. The first one landed and Alpha Man's entire body jumped, his muscles jiggled and his mouth strained, lips stretching, but he couldn't scream. Each attempt was quickly interrupted by another insanely savage blow. At this angle, the Iron Mercenary had leverage, and to make it worse, trying to pull away sent a shockwave of devastating pain through Alpha Man's big useless muscled arm.

He heroically tried to keep it in, in the first two uppercuts, he tried to scream, but by the 4th - he was dry heaving. By the 6th, his vision blurred...and his ego shattered along with his ribs - "AAGGHHH OHH PLEASEE NO AAGGH NOO MOREE AAGGH PLEASEE"

10:01 Alpha_Man:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Those who remained in the stadium could not believe their eyes or their ears as their hero, their defender, their champion was being savagely beaten into submission by the Iron Mercenary. Not in anyone's wildest nightmares did they think to see Alpha Man not only outmuscled, outfought, but ... broken.

Massive, savage bruises erupted around those targeted ribs, each one of the Iron Mercenary's brutal uppercuts driving into those damaged ribs, delivering another payload of agony and destruction. Finally, even the world's mightiest, noblest superhero could take no more, his screams begging no more rippling across the devasted people. They were music to the brutal supervillian's ears. Pure music. He didn't stop though. No. He began to dig even deeper, throwing the next set of uppercuts into those ribs with even more power than the first set, screaming at Alpha Man.

"YOU PATHETIC BROKEN BITCH... YOU DON'T LISTEN VERY WELL. TELLTHEM. TELL THE ENTIRE WORLD THAT THE IRON MERCENARY IS YOUR MASTER... THEN BEG ME.. BEG ME TO FUCK YOU, OR WE SEE IF I CAN DRIVE MY FIST ALL THE WAY THROUGH YOUR FUCKING BROKEN BODY!"

10:01 Alpha_Man: As the Iron Mercenary threatened, huge uppercuts, even harder and more vicious than before, slammed into Alpha Man's bruised ribs. Drool leaked from the hero's mouth, he could feel the Iron Mercenary's fist closer and closer to ramming through him...he was devastated.

"PLEASEEE MASSTTER MASSTER PLEASEE NO MOREE PLEASEE FUCCKK MEEE FUCCKK MEEE PLEASEE FUCCKK MYYY BEETTTAA CCUUUNNNTT"

A massive wave of depowering flowed through Alpha Man's still sculpted body as he wept.

10:01 Alpha_Man:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: By this time, newscasters had crowded into the arena, filming and broadcasting the unprecedented destruction of Alpha Man to the whole world. Everywhere, people were weeping, shivering in terror and horror as the Iron Mercenary continued to physically and mentally destroy the world's mightiest hero.

It only took a few more blows from the supervillian's steel hard fist threatening to drive a hole through Alpha Man's sculpted, hard muscled body before the hero shattered, addressing Max as master, begging to be fucked.

With a savage roar of triumph, the Iron Mercenary twisted on the hero's shattered left arm, smashing him down to the concrete in a brutal judo toss, delivering even more damage to the broken hero's body.

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10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Then, chest heaving, sweat dripping off his chiseled muscle, the Iron Mercenary mounted the broken hero, his knees and massive quads straddling that awesome chest, the superhero's pecs heaving with agony and soaked in sweat. Lifting his fist, snarling with rage, the Iron Mercenary began to hammer a savage series of rights and lefts, his muscles exploding with destructive power as each fist smashed into the broken hero's handsome face, targeting his jaw, his cheeks, his nose, rearranging those good looks, and more importantly, delivering so much devastating damage to his jaw that the superhero wouldn't be able to bite down on the super villian's cock.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Reaching down to his battle trousers, the Iron Mercenary worked his enormous tool loose, leaking pre-cum, dripping on the handsome hero's battered face. Then, "TAKE MY COCK YOU FUCKING BITCH!!" he screamed down into the hero's face, then thrust forward, one hand grabbing the back of the hero's skull, and driving his 9" of leaking hero-conquering meat all the way to the hilt down the hero's throat in one massive thrust. All of this caught on camera, broadcast to the world.

10:01 Alpha_Man: The destroyed hero went flipping over the Iron Mercenary, slamming so hard against the ground that it once again cracked. He cried out, an all too common sound for him at this point. Gone was his stoicism and cocksure attitude. His confidence demolished worse than the ground beneath him as he wailed and sniveled, and begged to be fucked.

Alpha Man didn't even struggle, his face took hit after hit, as it slowly swelled, rearranged, his eyes ballooning. His lips puffed up and his jaw dislocated, he moaned loudly, and whimpered. He could feel the free air from the missing tooth in his now discounted smile. He watched through puffy eyes as the Iron Mercenary brought out his massive cock, proving himself the alpha in another sense, as his hard cock unceremoniously was driven all the way down Alpha Man's throat. Alpha Man gagged at first, but the look in the Iron Mercenary's eyes, his master's eyes, told him to do better, so he fearfully lapped onto Iron Mercenary's cock, sucking and hungrily licking, as if he had to savor it. He was a bitch, he knew it....alpha bitch...shame continued as he suddenly felt his own briefs stretching, his cock suddenly rock hard in all of the torment and confusion...he wailed, but it was a muffled sound on Mercenary's cock.

10:01 Alpha_Man:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The destruction of Alpha Man's handsome face spurred the Iron Mercenary onto greater efforts, driving his massive hero destroying shaft deep down the hero's throat, blasting and crushing any gagging the hero experienced, ruthlessly. The look in the supervillian's eyes making it clear that he demanded total obedience from his slave, and obedience is what he got. And as Max suspected would happen, the mighty, unconquered alpha hero, Alpha Man, became so broken and bitched, that the domination drove deep into his psyche, right into the hero's balls. Everyone was certain that Alpha Man was straight, they suspected he and the Maid of Might had a thing going, but what was clear to everyone, on camera for all to see, was that Alpha Man was sporting a raging boner.

Gasping, breathing hard, Max let out all the rage and bottled up frustration over the years, unloading it in a wave of savage violence and domination into the bitched hero. It wasn't long before the supervillian threw back his head, and howled like a beast in heat, and suddenly, his balls clenching, that hero-shattering piece of meat spewed thick, heavy ropes of super soldier, ruthless mercenary seed deep into the broken hero's guts. With a roar, the Iron Mercenary ripped out the hero's mouth, his dislocated jaw badly bruised, his good looks fucked up. Standing over he bellowed down at the superhero. "UP! ON YOUR FUCKING FEET. AND SHOW ME, SHOW THE WORLD THAT LEGENDARY POWER IN YOUR RIGHT ARM. YOUR LEFT ARM WON'T EVER FUCKING FLEX AGAIN, BUT YOUR FANS WANT TO SEE THAT FAMOUS RIGHT GUN. C'MON. NOW! DO IT!" The supervillian's voice was thick with mocking sarcasm, heaping humiliation onto the world's former strongest being, now nothing but a super bitch.

10:01 Alpha_Man: As Alpha Man's face was fucked, he felt his hips push up and his cock drive against his speedo. He moaned in heat as he was fucked in the face, power fucked, his battered nose painfully slamming into the Iron Mercenary repeatedly until a huge load shot from the villain's cock. So much that it shot into Alpha Man's nose.

As the Mercenary pulled out from Alpha Man's gaping jaw, huge lobs of cum splattered across his broken face. The Iron Mercenary demanded that Alpha Man stand. It was not a request, and it was so powerful and dominant that Alpha Man stumbled over himself to obey, finally able to get to his feet, even as he slumped, his battered ribs making it near impossible to lean to his left, and his left arm hanging limply in front of him, grazing his pathetic 8" boner.

Alpha Man gulped again and brought up his right arm, flexing it. It bulged into aesthetic relief, but even as he stared at it, there was no surge of power, his arm shook...."Ohhh fucckk...pleaseeee....masterrr, ohhh I'm ruinneddd plleasee.."

10:01 Alpha_Man:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The world continued to experience deeper and deeper levels of despair as it became clearer and clearer just how totally broken Alpha Man was. The Iron Mercenary watched impassive as the shattered hero did his best to obey, his left side so shattered he could barely stand, wobbling like the leaning tower of pisa, that once perfect, incredible muscle broken and bent. Cum dripped out of the defeated hero's nose. The Iron Mercenary's seed, dribbling down his shattered face to drip on his chest, and down to that bulging 8" boner begging to be released from it's speedo.

The Iron Mercenary stared at the hero's pathetic attempts to flex, his expression full of contempt. "RUINED? No, Beta Man, you are not ruined, not yet." With that, he reached out and flexed his own muscle, showing off the awesome power and size of his battle-forged super soldier muscle.

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10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Then, his right hand reached out, engulfing Alpha Man's trembling bicep. With a surge of power, every muscle in his body flexing like steel, he reached out, flowing with destructive grace, twisting his hips, and tossing the shocked superhero down to the ground again, while his fingers squeezed tighter, literally rupturing Alpha Man's right bicep, before pulling that powerful gun. That powerful arm, once the repository of Alpha Man's reserves of superhuman strength, trapped between his legs. With casual brutality, the Iron Mercenary locked that powerful arm into a fall away arm bar, and shattered it with contemptuous ease, so weakened was Alpha Man.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Then, without even taking a break, the Iron Mercenary rolled the broken hero, both of those mighty guns now shattered forever, over onto his chest. Reaching down with one free hand, the supervillian ripped those yellow speedoes off the hero, tossing them far away. His muscle crashed ontop of the brutally injured hero's back, wrapping his arm around the hero's head, the super villian's massive bicep flexed harder than cabled steel, exploding with power, already having ripped free of the sleeve, the bare muscle was grinding against the hero's mouth. He snarled into the hero's ear, while his cock began to line up to drive deep into the hero's ass. "I told you Beta Man, that today I was going to outmuscle you. Today, I've proven the superiority of my mercenary, hero breaking muscle. Worship my bicep. Worship the power that conquered you. The power that is destroying you. The power that has mastered you. WORSHIP IT!"

10:01 Alpha_Man: Alpha Man felt the cum dribbling down his face as he tried to hold his arm in a flex. He watched as the Iron Mercenary flexed his own arm, radiating with dominance and power, sending another surge through his confused cock.

Alpha Man watched as the Iron Mercenary's finger's wrapped around his big bicep, and then he saw his bicep bulge, squishing, pushing through the gaps in the Iron Mercenary's fingers as he cried out, his legs almost giving out before he was tossed to the ground, his arm locked. His arm snapped in mere seconds as he screamed out.

Rolled onto his head, his demolished arms underneath him and askew, he cried into the dirt, sputtering cum from his lips. He felt his speeedo rip away and his cock slap into his abs. As he was called Beta Man, he wailed, sorrowful wails of defeat as his tongue lapped up the Iron Mercenary's powerful bicep. Alpha Man was totally owned - "PLEASEE DON'TT DON'TT KILL MEE SIRRR PLEASEEE DON'TT - I'LL DOOO ANYYTHINGG I'LL WORRKK FOR THE DARKK ORDERR PLEASEE --- I'LL I'LL SUCCKK YOURR COCCKK EVERYYYDAYY PLEASEE OOH GAWWDD PLEASEE" His noble heroics all flew to the wayside as his mind began to put together what was going to happen.

10:01 Alpha_Man:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: It was unbelievable... totally unbelievable. Many people turned away from the newscasts, unable to watch anymore as the Iron Mercenary continued his total destruction of Alpha Man, rupturing his bicep before breaking his one remaining arm. But what totally sickened them, what turned a large portion of his former fans into detractors was when the hero became so deeply broken and dominated that he actually begged to be allowed to serve the Dark Order rather than be killed. Disgust and contempt rippled across most of his fans. The remaining ones were so shocked and full of despair they simply couldn't watch any longer.

The Iron Mercenary roared out, "LISTEN! LISTEN TO WHAT I CAN DO THE MAN THAT THE ENTIRE WORLD LOOKED UP TO AS THE MIGHTIEST MAN IN THE WORLD!! PATHETIC!! AS IF THE DARK ORDER HAD ANY USE FOR SUCH A WEAKLING! NO BETA MAN, YOU ARE GOOD FOR ONLY ONE THING.. TO SUFFER FOR MY ENTERTAINMENT!"

With those words, the Iron Mercenary thrust forward, plunging his cock up to the hilt in Alpha Man's ass, driving in so deep that his balls started to plunge into that hero ass. That first thrust had so much power behind it, it literally ripped Alpha Man's ass apart, tearing muscles and forcing that virgin hole to open wide for his master's cock. The Iron Mercenary's thick cock smashed into the broken hero's prostate, with savage delight at the thought that the mighty Alpha Man, broken and destroyed, now craved only to be his bitch. As he began to thrust deeper and deeper into the broken hero's hole, Max reached forward to grab the hero's broken arms by the wrist, yanking back savagely with each thrust to rip even deeper into the former Alpha Man. Each yank applied incredibly brutal pressure on the hero's shoulders. He deliberately twisted those arms as he yanked, back and forth, with so much sadistic brutality that tendons and muscles began to tear and rip in those shoulders.

10:01 Alpha_Man: "AAWW NOO PLEASSEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGIIIIIIIIIGHIEEEEEEEEEEE" Alpha Man let out a murderous scream as his ass was split asunder. He felt his inside rearrange as the Iron Mercenary's massive cock drove deep inside of him and began to punch his organs.

"NOO NOO TOO BIGIGGGG TOO BIIGG MY ASS MYYY ASSS OOH MY CUNNT" His voice had gone to full shriek at this point, and he moaned as the Iron Mercenary humiliatingly slammed into his prostate, repeatedly, the hero was on the verge of cumming, all while in the absolute worst pain he had ever experienced.

The hero's battered face flopped against the ground as his arms were pulled back, painfully, as if they would rip from the very sockets, leveraging and allowing the Iron Mercenary to slam his cock even deeper inside of him, spreading him more and more, causing him to gag in pain. Tears poured down his face as he was completely fucked, his head starting to imprint into the ground as it smacked over and over again with each powerful thrust, his chest lifting off the ground as the Iron Mercenary pulled on his arms - "AAWWWIIIIGGHH PLEASEE OHHH GAWWWDD PLEASEEEE MASSTERRRR PLEASE" He could feel as his big useless heavy arms wrenched further and further behind him, taking him to a breaking point.

10:01 Alpha_Man:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: The more that Alpha Man screamed and suffered, the harder the Iron Mercenary fucked him. His ass was ripped to pieces as the brutal supervillian sat back with each thrust, yanking back on those ruined arms, each yank destroying more muscles and tendons. The super villian's balls boiled and churned with another load of cum as he destroyed the superhero from the inside out, ruining him brutally, destroying his body, his mind, his spirit. Finally, the ruthless super villian pulled back so hard that those heroic arms, once packed with ultradense muscle, the repository of the superhero's reserves of power, began to rip and tear, muscles snapping, more bones breaking, more tendons tearing, slowly getting torn off. He screamed down then, the tempo of his fucking focusing on the ruined hero's prostate, punching it with as much force and fury as his fists had blasted into the hero's ribs, "CUM BITCH! CUM FOR YOUR MASTER YOU PATHETIC 'HERO' "

10:01 Alpha_Man: Alpha Man's body was now lifted as he was completely fucked, body owned. He was just a fuck toy at this point as he screamed and shrieked. He could feel his arms coming out of their sockets, his ass stretching impossibly, all while he cried and wailed - he was the exact opposite of anything an "alpha man" could be - and to highlight this, he shot a massive load as he was commanded.

"MYY BIITCCH CUUNTTT OOH FUCCKK YOURRR GONNAA KILL MEEEE OOH GONNAA CUMM" Alpha Man's cock erupted and shot , load after load, but he was overwhelmed with pain, it didn't matter how many times his cock blew, the fear and pain took over, "OOH MASTERR YOUU WERREE BETTER THE BETTERR MAANNN THE REALLL ALPHAAA OOHH MASTTERRRR THANKK YOU FOORR MAKKINGG MEE YOURR BETTAA BITCCHH!!!"

10:01 Alpha_Man:

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: As the Iron Mercenary felt the hero erupt beneath him, screaming out his total and absolute submission to his master, the Iron Mercenary, Max roared, and his cock erupted, spewing massive ropes of cum deep into the hero's shattered guts, doing even more damage with the force of the emission to his ruined ass. Continuing to scream with rage and triumph, the Iron Mercenary stood up, yanking savagely, his cock exiting that conquered ass, cum fountain out of the ruined hero's hole, pooling beneath him, mxing the cum of the conquered bitch and the conquering superhero together. As he stood up, every muscle in the Iron Mercenary's body flexed like steel, veins standing out, power exploding from him, and with a final roar and pull, he yanked the superhero's mighty arms off his body, ripping them clean off.

The horrific act silenced the world. Then, screaming, holding the severed arms, Max spoke out, "DIE BETA MAN! AND AS YOU DIE, KNOW THAT YOUR FAILURE DOOMED THIS WORLD THAT YOU WERE UNABLE TO PROTECT. YOU WERE TOO WEAK. TOO WEAK TO EVEN BE MY BITCH!" With those final words, the supervillian rammed the right right up the superhero's ass with a roar of power, the severed shoulder jammed up, the destroyed bicep, the broken bones further ruptured and destroyed, forced deep up the hero's ass, doing fatal damage to the broken hero, making his once perfect body bulge and contort. With the other arm, he forced the shoulder joint down the hero's mouth, savagely yanking his screaming mouth open, ramming that shoulder in, breaking his jaw over and over to force that arm down, destroying his throat, gagging him on his broken, ruined left arm. Then, as the hero died beneath him, Max Irons planted his victorious boot on the superhero's destroyed ribs, and shouted, "ALPHA MAN IS DEAD! BROKEN! CRUSHED! BITCHED! DESTROYED! WITNESS THE TRIUMPH OF THE DARK ORDER!"

10:01 Alpha_Man: Alpha Man felt the surge of cum explode inside of him. It completely poured through him, taking over his insides. He felt as cum spurted from his ass once the Iron Mercenary was finished..."Oohh masssterr OOH MAASAHAGAAGGHHAHAH" Alpha Man screamed as his arms were suddenly and painfully pulled from his body, his head rapidly shaking, his last vestige of power, or of possible recovery gone as he began to fade. He felt his arm desecrate his own ass, pushed deep into his now wide chute as a means to plug him with his master's seed. And then, in his final throes, eyes still streaming with tears, his jaw repeatedly wrenched till useless, he was force fed his own left arm, his terrified shrill screams quickly muffled, until he choked and flopped next to the boots of the only living being between them. His once proud body spasmed and he lay there defeated first, and quickly dead thereafter, at the feet of the Iron Mercenary and the dawn of the Dark Order's triumph.

Published: 2023-03-13, viewed 132 times.