I posted this in another forum, but I think it may fit better here:
Captain Liberty was surprised when the entrance to the lair was left wide open. He was kind of disappointed that he wouldn't have to kick the door down. He had jogged to the lair, and his body was warmed up and ready to bring in his old adversary. His tanned and glistening muscles were ready and willing for a fight.
Dr. Lazarus nonchalantly turned to face Captain Liberty.
“My, my. 50 years old, and you still have the body of an American muscle god. The new mask is magnificent, although it covers your beautiful face. I knew you would look for me here in my lair. Time has treated you well, Lover. ” Lazarus said.
“Much better than you. I haven't been your lover since college, when your evil choices forced me to put you in prison for the past 30 years. You look completely emaciated. Prison has been very awful to you. I can't believe that weak body was able to overpower that huge prison guard during your escape.” Said Captain Liberty.
“Ah, Captain, I have superpowers now.”
“HA!” Captain Liberty guffawed. “There is no such thing as superpowers. Only personal discipline that leaves you with a body like mine, and crime fighting skills to go with it.”
“Good god! You've still got that same old high opinion of yourself. How about this, Muscle Cap: Lets' do 3 out of 5 falls and loser sucks dick, just like we did in college. I yearn for the old days, when I completely outclassed you on the mats. It took you years to develop the paltry skills to defeat me even a few times. I have missed the feeling of your lips on my dick for 30 years. My newest superpower is jiu jitsu. Now, not only will I outwrestle you, I'll put you in a rear naked choke right before you go nighty-night.”
“You're on” said the Captain. “But after the loser sucks my dick, he's going back to a maximum security black site prison where he will stay for the rest of his life.”
The small man and the muscle god squared off in a wrestling stance, Captain staring intently at a grinning criminal. Cap went in for a double leg. Lazarus fell back with his legs wrapped around the Cap's muscular torso in a strong jiu jitsu guard. Lazarus quickly wrapped his arms around the Cap's neck in an arm-out guillotine choke.
Lazarus laughed loudly “Ha, ha! Muscle man. I've got you in a guillotine. I'm using my jiu jitsu superpower, and you will wake up in a few minutes hog tied and in my power.”
“Not in my lifetime, evildoer,” shouted the Cap, in a strong voice that belied his inner panic. He could feel himself losing consciousness. Using his full strength, he stood up and bashed the Doctor against the concrete wall, forcing him to break the hold. As the Captain rubbed his battered neck, the Doctor grabbed the Cap in a crushing bear hug.
Captain was amazed at the strength coming from this thin weak-looking body. He found it harder and harder to breathe in Lazarus' iron grip. The skinny doctor lifted the muscle god off of the ground. Captain struggled to expand his muscular, hairy chest, while pushing back against the Doctor's head. Using all of his massive power, he was able to break the hold, and the two fighters faced off again in a wrestling stance.
The Captain's muscles screamed for oxygen. He was breathing hard, as big men with huge oxygen needs are prone to do in a hard grappling match. Using all his power, the Captain quickly grabbed the Doctor in a bear hug and slammed him down to the ground. 1 2 3. PIN! “First fall to Liberty” said the Captain.
Lazarus was breathing hard, but not nearly as hard as the Captain.
“You won the first fall” said Lazarus, “But I've got 4 more chances, and you are quickly running out of gas. I've still got better skills than you. 30 years, and you still are shit at wrestling.”
“Yeah, bring it on, pussy. You'll be sucking my dick in about 2 minutes.”
“Such language, from a clean-cut hero.”
Captain moved quickly for another bearhug and slammed Lazarus to the ground for a second three count.
“I can feel you weakening, old man. My throbbing boner is ready to feel your tender lips” said the
Captain, as he lifted his hand up, challenging the Doctor to a test of strength.
The doctor lifted his hands. As they locked their fingers in a test of strength, the Doctor almost immediately was forced to his knees.
“Yeah, you're right in position to perform your loser's duties.” Said the Captain as he started to bend the Doctors hands back for his final defeated submission.
Suddenly, the Doctor disengaged his fingers. He grabbed the Captain's leg, used one leg to trip the captain, and the other one to force the hero to the ground. As the Doctor put on a devastating leg lock, the Captain could feel the tendons in his knee being pushed to their limit. The captain slapped the floor in a sign of submission.
"I Submit!" Yelled the Captain, as he could feel his knee crunch internally.
As the Captain began to suddenly feel weaker, the Doctor raised his hands up for another test of strength. The Captain stood up, and limped toward the Doctor. The leg lock had done serious damage to his knee. But who needs knees in a test of strength? The Doctor looked at his hands and said “C'mon muscle god; let's have another fingerlock test.” The hero limped toward the villain, hands lifted, ready for his final victory. Why was this villain forcing a challenge he had no chance of winning?
As they locked up, the Doctor easily forced the hero to his knees. “What is happening?” thought the Captain, “How could this little pussy force me down?” He summoned all of his strength to fight back, but the Doctor kept him on his knees. With a loud laugh, the Doctor bent the champion back and forced the Captains shoulder blades to the floor for a three count. He put his booted foot on the hero's muscular neck, and counted to ten, just to taunt the hapless hero.
“How? How?” said the Captain, weakly.
“Ah yes. It's called superpowers, Captain.” One of my cell mates was a hoo doo priest. We made mad, passionate love for ten years. He taught me to fight jiu jitsu. Right before he died of inoperable cancer, he blessed me with an ability. Any opponent who I defeat, either pin, or tap out, loses his strength and abilities to me.”
“I had obtained a lot of power from the other inmates that I wrestled. The big and strong ones I tapped out ceded all of their strength to me. The small ones ceded their speed and stamina. But that leg lock I put on you was my biggest victory. And now, I own your strength and abilities. Of course my wrestling abilities were still superior to yours, even now. And your stamina was likewise less than mine already. But now, I own you, Captain. It's two falls each. Stand up for your final defeat.”
As the men circled eachother, the Captain tried in desperation to shoot in for a final bear hug, but the Doctor just laughed and grabbed the muscular champion by the chest and lifted him into the air. As the Captain fell into a dark stupor, the Doctor kissed him on the lips and said “My throbbing boner awaits you when you wake up, my beautiful loverboy.”
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2020-07-14 05:51I posted this in another forum, but I think it may fit better here:
Captain Liberty was surprised when the entrance to the lair was left wide open. He was kind of disappointed that he wouldn't have to kick the door down. He had jogged to the lair, and his body was warmed up and ready to bring in his old adversary. His tanned and glistening muscles were ready and willing for a fight.
Dr. Lazarus nonchalantly turned to face Captain Liberty.
“My, my. 50 years old, and you still have the body of an American muscle god. The new mask is magnificent, although it covers your beautiful face. I knew you would look for me here in my lair. Time has treated you well, Lover. ” Lazarus said.
“Much better than you. I haven't been your lover since college, when your evil choices forced me to put you in prison for the past 30 years. You look completely emaciated. Prison has been very awful to you. I can't believe that weak body was able to overpower that huge prison guard during your escape.” Said Captain Liberty.
“Ah, Captain, I have superpowers now.”
“HA!” Captain Liberty guffawed. “There is no such thing as superpowers. Only personal discipline that leaves you with a body like mine, and crime fighting skills to go with it.”
“Good god! You've still got that same old high opinion of yourself. How about this, Muscle Cap: Lets' do 3 out of 5 falls and loser sucks dick, just like we did in college. I yearn for the old days, when I completely outclassed you on the mats. It took you years to develop the paltry skills to defeat me even a few times. I have missed the feeling of your lips on my dick for 30 years. My newest superpower is jiu jitsu. Now, not only will I outwrestle you, I'll put you in a rear naked choke right before you go nighty-night.”
“You're on” said the Captain. “But after the loser sucks my dick, he's going back to a maximum security black site prison where he will stay for the rest of his life.”
The small man and the muscle god squared off in a wrestling stance, Captain staring intently at a grinning criminal. Cap went in for a double leg. Lazarus fell back with his legs wrapped around the Cap's muscular torso in a strong jiu jitsu guard. Lazarus quickly wrapped his arms around the Cap's neck in an arm-out guillotine choke.
Lazarus laughed loudly “Ha, ha! Muscle man. I've got you in a guillotine. I'm using my jiu jitsu superpower, and you will wake up in a few minutes hog tied and in my power.”
“Not in my lifetime, evildoer,” shouted the Cap, in a strong voice that belied his inner panic. He could feel himself losing consciousness. Using his full strength, he stood up and bashed the Doctor against the concrete wall, forcing him to break the hold. As the Captain rubbed his battered neck, the Doctor grabbed the Cap in a crushing bear hug.
Captain was amazed at the strength coming from this thin weak-looking body. He found it harder and harder to breathe in Lazarus' iron grip. The skinny doctor lifted the muscle god off of the ground. Captain struggled to expand his muscular, hairy chest, while pushing back against the Doctor's head. Using all of his massive power, he was able to break the hold, and the two fighters faced off again in a wrestling stance.
The Captain's muscles screamed for oxygen. He was breathing hard, as big men with huge oxygen needs are prone to do in a hard grappling match. Using all his power, the Captain quickly grabbed the Doctor in a bear hug and slammed him down to the ground. 1 2 3. PIN! “First fall to Liberty” said the Captain.
Lazarus was breathing hard, but not nearly as hard as the Captain.
“You won the first fall” said Lazarus, “But I've got 4 more chances, and you are quickly running out of gas. I've still got better skills than you. 30 years, and you still are shit at wrestling.”
“Yeah, bring it on, pussy. You'll be sucking my dick in about 2 minutes.”
“Such language, from a clean-cut hero.”
Captain moved quickly for another bearhug and slammed Lazarus to the ground for a second three count.
“I can feel you weakening, old man. My throbbing boner is ready to feel your tender lips” said the
Captain, as he lifted his hand up, challenging the Doctor to a test of strength.
The doctor lifted his hands. As they locked their fingers in a test of strength, the Doctor almost immediately was forced to his knees.
“Yeah, you're right in position to perform your loser's duties.” Said the Captain as he started to bend the Doctors hands back for his final defeated submission.
Suddenly, the Doctor disengaged his fingers. He grabbed the Captain's leg, used one leg to trip the captain, and the other one to force the hero to the ground. As the Doctor put on a devastating leg lock, the Captain could feel the tendons in his knee being pushed to their limit. The captain slapped the floor in a sign of submission.
"I Submit!" Yelled the Captain, as he could feel his knee crunch internally.
As the Captain began to suddenly feel weaker, the Doctor raised his hands up for another test of strength. The Captain stood up, and limped toward the Doctor. The leg lock had done serious damage to his knee. But who needs knees in a test of strength? The Doctor looked at his hands and said “C'mon muscle god; let's have another fingerlock test.” The hero limped toward the villain, hands lifted, ready for his final victory. Why was this villain forcing a challenge he had no chance of winning?
As they locked up, the Doctor easily forced the hero to his knees. “What is happening?” thought the Captain, “How could this little pussy force me down?” He summoned all of his strength to fight back, but the Doctor kept him on his knees. With a loud laugh, the Doctor bent the champion back and forced the Captains shoulder blades to the floor for a three count. He put his booted foot on the hero's muscular neck, and counted to ten, just to taunt the hapless hero.
“How? How?” said the Captain, weakly.
“Ah yes. It's called superpowers, Captain.” One of my cell mates was a hoo doo priest. We made mad, passionate love for ten years. He taught me to fight jiu jitsu. Right before he died of inoperable cancer, he blessed me with an ability. Any opponent who I defeat, either pin, or tap out, loses his strength and abilities to me.”
“I had obtained a lot of power from the other inmates that I wrestled. The big and strong ones I tapped out ceded all of their strength to me. The small ones ceded their speed and stamina. But that leg lock I put on you was my biggest victory. And now, I own your strength and abilities. Of course my wrestling abilities were still superior to yours, even now. And your stamina was likewise less than mine already. But now, I own you, Captain. It's two falls each. Stand up for your final defeat.”
As the men circled eachother, the Captain tried in desperation to shoot in for a final bear hug, but the Doctor just laughed and grabbed the muscular champion by the chest and lifted him into the air. As the Captain fell into a dark stupor, the Doctor kissed him on the lips and said “My throbbing boner awaits you when you wake up, my beautiful loverboy.”