Spiderman v Spiderman: A Tangling of Two Webs

 

A Tangling of Two Webs

Miles Morales swung through New York with ease, his black and red Spiderman suit clinging to him like a second skin as he approached the warehouse Pete had asked him to meet at. It had been a few days since Miles had seen the news coverage of Peter fighting against the Shocker.

‘Geez, I’m so lucky that wasn’t me…’ he thought to himself, his balls tingling at even the thought of what his mentor had to go through, ‘I hope Pete’s nuts are okay now.’

Miles made it to the warehouse specified by Pete, slipping inside quietly and dropping onto the floor.

Spiderman, Peter Parker, was sitting on a crate already, leaning on one of the metal columns in the centre of the warehouse counting away the seconds when he heard rustling up at the ceiling. He relaxed when he saw the familiar black and red suit of his protégé.

“Hey Miles, it’s been a while!”

Miles approached Peter and slid his mask off. “Hey, Pete! How ya doin’, um, y’know…down there?”

Miles rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Oh,” Peter blushed slightly, looking down at his crotch, “back in shape, I guess. It took a couple of ice packs to ease the pain but yeah, I’m all good and can walk now, thanks.” Peter’s eyes glance back to Miles. “So, you wanted to see me?”

“Um, y-yeah. I was just thinking, since what happened to you,” Miles’ eyes dart around the room, blushing, “we could maybe train and better our skills to, y’know, make sure it doesn’t happen again…”

Miles was really trying to hide his awkwardness, hoping it didn’t push Peter away. After seeing what happened on the news at the hands of The Shocker, it had piqued a curiosity in Miles. Yes, he had wanted to have a go at his mentor’s nuts himself.

‘And this is the only way I can see it happening,’ Miles thought to himself.

“Like, you think it would be cool if we train in here?” he asked.

Peter was caught off guard. ‘Wow, this kid sure knows how to choose the right time.’ He thought, fidgeting with his mask in his hand, ‘I barely recovered from my crotch trauma, not sure I can even move around very smooth…’

Peter glanced back at Miles, then smirked confidently. He was Miles’ mentor after all. ‘Alright, you wanna learn, then you’re getting what I got from that fucker…’

He turned to Miles and shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, sure! I guess this makes the perfect training ground.”

Miles heart burst with joy as Peter put on his mask. He was desperately trying to keep his cool in front of his mentor, hoping he didn’t think of him as a dork!

“Cool!” Miles says with a grin before sliding on his mask and lowering himself into a ready stance. “We haven’t trained in ages!”

Peter was quiet as he got ready too, and after eyeing off Miles for a few moments, acted quickly and took the first move. He stretched out his arms in front of him and fired web-bullets at the younger Spiderman, testing the waters.

Miles saw it coming, bouncing up instantly, flipping between the web bullets before dropping to a barrel roll and springing up to face his mentor, firing his own web bullets back at Peter. Although from this position, his aim was a little low.

But Peter reacted just as quickly as Miles, tumbling backwards several times, and pouncing off the wall behind him to launch up into the air. A web string discharged from his shooter, aiming it at Miles.

Again, Miles ‘Spider-Sense’ tingled, and he managed to dodge without much effort, crouching low and aiming his hands up in front of Peter, firing rapid blasts to create a web net spread out in front of his mentor.

“Wowww,” Peter gasps at the speed of Miles, and fires another string to steer him upwards, dodging the web spread in front of him. Using his momentum, he swung some distance forwards to Miles and just when he was above the younger Spiderman, he snapped his string and plunged downwards, aiming a diving kick to his head.

But once again, Miles anticipates the attack and quickly backflips away, landing on his feet and firing up some quick web bullets to Peter’s face, concealing his mentor’s vision. Once Peter was blinded, Miles shot multiple web strings to the wall opposite him, holding them tight together in a thick rope of web, watching as Peter descended to the rope, vision impaired.

‘This could be it…!’ Miles watched with anticipation.

Peter lands on his feet firmly, following up with a barrel role to ease the landing. Clawing at his face to try and pry the web bullets off his face, cursing internally. Miles smirked though, as Peter had landed exactly where he wanted him to. While Spiderman was fighting the web on his face, the rope Miles had made was now on the floor, lying right between Peter’s legs.

There was a moment of hesitation for Miles. ‘Sorry, not sorry…’

He smirked, and then slammed the rope upwards as hard as he could, watching as it snaps tight and slaps up hard under Peter and right into his balls.

“Aaggghhhh, fuckkk!!” Peter throws his head back in pain as his hands slip from his face to his aching balls, before he drops down on the floor, squirming and groaning. “What the fuck, Miles?!”

Miles couldn’t believe he had succeeded, and his cock twitched in his Spidey Suit as he watches his mentor nursing his balls.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean that!” Miles lied, glad his mask was hiding his delight. “I was trying to trap your leg, but it didn’t work!”

Miles walked over to his downed mentor, standing down by his legs and getting a close-up view of THE Spiderman holding his balls. Sneakily, he lowered his hand and aimed his web shooter at the bulge, point blank range, waiting for an opening.

But it never came, as Peter quickly twisted his wrist, aiming his webshooter at Miles’ crotch and firing a string onto it. Right when it hits, it clings tightly to the bulge. Miles is too focused on Peter’s bulge he didn’t think to protect his own, and when he felt the dull ache against his bulge he grunted, looking down in confusion.

His eyes went wide when suddenly, Peter tugged, and his bulge was pulled.

“Ughhh, OOHHHHH!” Miles moaned, his knees buckling inwards as he hunched forward, holding the web and trying to ease the pressure on his balls. “W-What are you doing?”

Peter grins under his mask and his own dick throbs a bit seeing his protégé hunched over in pain. “Giving back what you gave me, of course!”

Peter yanked on the string even more, stretching it as so too does Miles’ bulge stretch, the outline of the younger Spiderman’s balls emphasized the harder he pulled. As Miles was groaning and moaning in pain, Peter crawled up and delivered a nut crunching uppercut between Miles’ legs, smashing that stretching nutsack immediately against his pelvis.

“A_AAGGGGHHHHHK!” Miles cries out in shock as the uppercut crunches his balls flat against his body, immediately dropping down to his knees and grabbing bulge, falling forward onto his face. “B-but I didn’t mean it! It was an accident!”

Miles was lying of course, but he was desperately hoping Peter didn’t know that as he nursed his balls. Peter stood straight up, hopping up and down, stretching his legs trying to see if his own balls were feeling any better. He grinned towards Miles, satisfied with the payback. He walked behind Miles, watching between his legs as he rubbed his aching bulge, causing Peter’s hand to rub his own crotch, finding this somewhat exciting.

He reached down and spanked Miles’ ass. “Now you understand what I’ve been through.”

Miles squirmed awkwardly from the spank to his ass, blushing under his mask. ‘Dammit, I didn’t expect this to happen…’

He continued to groan as he nursed his balls before he realized that Peter might just have been standing a little too close to him. He quickly sprung to his feet, and then delivered a mean back kick, feeling his heel flatten Peter’s balls.

“Gaaahhhh!” Peter jolts off the ground as he feels his balls pressed and squashed against his body. He lands on his knees, nausea flooding his body.

Miles turns to face his mentor, nursing his own balls and looking down. Seeing that his bulge had grown slightly, he quickly covers himself, before going on the attack. He fires web at Peter’s wrists, linking each web to the wall, forcing Peter’s arms to be stretched out on either side of him, his bulge wide open and vulnerable between his legs.

“S-sorry Pete, but, I mean,” Miles winds his leg back, “I feel like you need to train your nuts…”

Miles pumps his foot right up between his mentor’s legs. Peter’s hips jerk up as he looks in shock at his bulge, bouncing from the impact.

“Ughhhh…” he groans, coughing and crossing his knees, trembling from the piercing pain. He struggles violently, tugging and pulling his arms in an attempt to rip the webs restraining him.

Smirking under his mask, Miles drinks in the sight of Peter Parker in ball pain.

‘Pete won’t know that I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw it happen to him,’ he thinks, as he then fires webs at Peter’s crotch, ripping back hard as it tugs on his mentor’s bulge, when suddenly a loud tear is heard.

“Noooooo!” Peter screeches as the crotch of his Spiderman suit is torn off, revealing a layer of light blue underneath his suit, his face burning with embarrassment.

Peter clenched his fists and strained his arms as he tugged furiously and finally managed to free his arms from Miles’ webs. Seeing red, Peter swung his arm up between Miles’ legs and latched on vicious ball claw. Miles, however, was too distracted by the layer of blue underneath Spiderman’s outfit.

‘My favourite colour,’ he thought, completely mesmerized to even notice that Peter had broken free.

And his eyes widened in shock when he felt Peter’s hand latch on to his balls, squeezing and twisting, his fingernails sinking deep into Miles’ balls. Under his mask, the young Spiderman’s eyes crossed and he moans, groaning while he grabs at Peter’s wrists, trying to pry his hand off his nuts. Peter squeezed harder, twisting, and occasionally tugging on Miles’ balls and feeling them stretch under his crotch. Slowly, he got to his feet, facing Miles as he also grabs his mask, ripping it off and revealing Miles’ pain-stricken face.

“What’s wrong? Can’t stand the pain?” Peter chuckled at Miles’ face, before tightening his grip on Miles’ balls and giving them a painful tug, ripping the crotch of Miles’ suit clean off. “Oops!”

Miles moaned as he felt a sudden breeze around his crotch, looking down in pain and then blushing at the sight of his own tighty-whities exposed, small icons of Spiderman masks all over them. Desperate to gain the upper hand, he launches his knee forward, right between Peter’s legs.

“Ohhhh!” a low and guttural groan escaped Peter’s lips as he sunk to his knees, cupping his briefs clad bulge. On his knees, his face eye-level with Miles’ tighty-whities clad bulge, clinging tightly to his protégé’s equipment and outlining everything underneath, sparking something inside Peter as his cock slowly hardens. “Sh-Shit, not now…”

Miles clutches his balls and hobbles around behind the downed Spiderman.

“M-my balls,” he mumbles weakly, before gripping Peter’s mask and ripping it off too. “I was going to leave you the dignity of keeping your mask on, but if this is how you want it!”

He grunts, kneeling down quickly behind Peter and then reaching between his legs from behind, grabbing the light blue bulge and crunching his fingers down hard as he feels his mentor’s balls totally enveloped in his grip.

‘Finally!’ Miles smirked, feeling his mentor at his mercy.

Peter whimpers and closes his legs while grabbing Miles’ hand and trying to pry it off his aching nuts.

“Miles, s-stop!” Peter quivers, his face contorted in pain. “Y-You’re insane!”

When he closes his legs, Miles can feel his thighs close around his hand, trapping it between his mentor’s legs with his balls firmly in his grip. Miles himself shudders at the feeling of Peter trying to cope with his ball abuse.

“Peter, I’m sorry,” Miles’ cock grows as he hears Peter whimper, “But, you know this is nothing compared to if The Shocker got a hold of you again.”

Using his free hand, he grabs a hold of the tear in Peter’s suit and then yanked it even more, watching as the bottom half of Peter’s suit tears completely away, exposing his tight blue briefs entirely.

“M-My suit!” Fuck…!” Peter growled angrily, “…you asked for it!”

He swiped behind him and slapped Miles’ nuts with a loud smack before he latches onto his target and squeezes and twists Miles’ briefs bulge.

“I’m gonna squeeze the spunk outta them if you don’t let go of mine!” He threatens, his own cock erect now and tenting in his blue briefs.

Miles gasps, looking down at his abused bulge in the hand of his mentor.

“N-No, Pete, d-don’t! This isn’t what the training is about!” He reaches up to the back of Peter’s undies, latching on to the waistband and yanking up hard, the briefs sliding up between Pete’s ass cheeks as the wedgie forces the pouch of the underwear to crush Peter’s nuts. “It’s about YOUR balls, not MINE!”

“Ughhh!” Peter grits his teeth and crosses his eyes, as his ass is burned by the wedgie, his nuts trapped and flattened in his underwear, arching his back trying to relieve the pain as his cock throbs and leaks precum. “I warned you…!”

Suddenly, Peter launched his hands backwards and down the front of Miles’ underwear, sliding down past his protégé’s hard cock and seizing each of Miles’ nuts in a hand each, kneading and crushing them in his tight grips. Miles’ eyes went wide when he feels Peter’s hands on his bare nuts, looking down and seeing down the front of his briefs as his junk is totally at the mercy of his mentor.

“P-Pete…?” he whimpers, shuddering as his cock throbs furiously at his touch, “S-stop…”

“Heh, now are you going to let go, or not?” Peter asks, with a devastating crunch of Miles’ balls.

Miles crosses his eyes in agony and instantly releases Peter’s wedgie, his hands rising to the air. “O-okay, okay!” he concedes, just as a burst of precum oozes out and slides down his cock and onto Peter’s hands. “M-my b-balls, Pete…”

Spiderman smirked at his protégé being so gullible, slipping one of his hands out of Miles’ briefs but still holding onto his balls with the other.

“I lied,” Peter spun around to face Miles, tugging on his balls so that they were now clearly visible through his underwear fabric, enclosed in Peter’s tight grip. “You wanna feel what I felt? You’re nearly there, Spidey!”

Peter cocked his free hand back, and then launched a crushing punch into Miles’ nuts with a loud crunch. Miles could do nothing but watch in horror as his balls were flattened by the punch, crying out and his eyes rolling back in his head as he slumps back slightly, his cock spilling out more precum.

“N-no, this wasn’t supposed to h-happen,” Miles whimpered in a daze, moaning weakly, “P-please, Pete, I was only trying to help…”

Peter releases Miles’ nuts, watching as his protégé lingers in place, his cock and balls totally abused. He can’t resist but reach out and grab Miles’ hard and leaking cock, slowly jerking it.

“Did you think I wouldn’t retaliate?” Peter smirked, still jerking Miles’ cock before winding his other hand back, clenching his fist tightly.

Miles bites his lip as Peter strokes his cock, squirming with crossed eyes. “P-Pete, I’m about to…”

But he is cut off, as Peter slams his fist forward, smashing it into Miles’ swollen balls, sending them bouncing up into his body. Miles’ eyes jolt open from the impact, shuddering for a few moments before cum erupts from his cock, spraying everywhere, his mouth falling open with his tongue hanging from it, drooling as his body convulses with each spasm of cum spurting from his cock.

When Miles’ is drained, Peter smiles and kicks him onto his back, standing up and placing a foot on Miles’ emptied balls, grinding, and twisting against them.

“Now you know how I felt. Villains nowadays would do this to you, so YOU had better train YOUR balls.” Peter laughs and begins walking away, leaving Miles drained and emptied there, “Lucky you get a few days off from being our friendly neighbourhood Spiderman to mend those nuts of yours!”

Miles moans, sitting up as Peter slowly walks away with a slight limp. Clutching his balls, he glares at his mentor.

“M-my balls were not supposed to be hurt…” He groaned, before aiming his webshooter towards Peter, and shooting it so it fires between Peter’s legs and latches onto the wall in front of his mentor. “I-I’m not finished yet!”

Miles slams the web upwards, hoping to use the same move which started it all. And it worked.

“What the fuck?!” Peter cries in shock as the web slams up into his blue briefs bulge, crunching his nuts up against his body. He tiptoes to try and ease the pressure against his nuts, before looking back at Miles. “I thought I taught you a lesson!”

Miles thrust at the web, which pulls him towards Peter at incredible speed, sliding along the ground.

“Sometimes, mentors can learn a thing or two from their students!”

He stretches out his foot, and it slams into Peter’s blue briefs bulge hard and fast. Peter shrieks a couple of octaves higher before he slumps to ground on all fours, shaking in pain and trying to crawl away. But Miles had other plans.

Quickly, and trying to ignore his own aching cock and balls, he grabs onto Peter’s remaining Spiderman suit and yanked upwards, sliding it up over his head exposing his chest and abs while also blinding his mentor. He shoves his foot between Peter’s legs and pumps it up into his blue briefs bulge, forcing his mentor onto his back from the impact. Before Peter can even react, Miles sits down on top of him, stradling him and facing his bulge.

“I didn’t want you to leave without receiving your goodie bag…” Miles grunts, placing one hand on Peter’s thigh to brace himself, the other rising above Peter’s bulge in a tight fist. “Here’s YOUR good bag!”

Miles slams his fist down into Peter’s balls, and he jerks up, wailing in agony trying to kick Miles off of him as his briefs bulge is darkened with a patch of precum. But Miles doesn’t stop there. He reaches down and grabs the front waistband of Peter’s briefs, yanking up and giving his mentor a nasty nut wedgie, watching as Peter’s nuts get more and more compressed before suddenly, they slip out the leg holes of his underwear, entirely exposed.

“Oops, sorry Pete!” He smirks, his cock twitching again at the site of his mentor’s bare balls. “We need something to keep you in place, so you don’t squirm as much…”

He gets up and fires webs at Peter’s feet, pinning them to the ground wide apart, then shooting down at Peters wrist, pinning them down too, trapping Peter there spread-eagled and totally unprotected. He then lowers Peter’s Spiderman suit so that he was able to see his mentor’s face, before straightening up and, while clutching his own aching balls, lifts his foot up, letting it hover above Peter’s exposed and vulnerable nuts.

“I’m sorry about this…”

“N-no stop, you’re gonna break them!” Peter pleads desperately as he tugs at his limbs, wriggling his body while cocking his head to observe his unprotected bulge.

“That didn’t stop you from nearly breaking mine just a few moments ago…” Miles shuddered at the mere thought of nearly having his balls broken, then slammed his foot down.

“Ugnnnn!” Peter grimaced as both his balls were flattened under the arch of Miles’ foot, his toes tormenting his cock.

Peter’s eyes roll into the back of his head as his cheeks puffed out, the stomp proving too much as torrents of cum suddenly pumped forth from his cock, spurting like a fountain. Miles stepped off his mentor’s balls and looked down, he himself suddenly rock hard again. He playfully gives Peter’s balls another kick and chuckles.

“You should have been more careful not to advertise your weakness to the world,” he groans and holds his own balls, “…or mine.”

Miles fires a web straight up throught the window and zips out, swinging home as quickly as he could so people didn’t notice his uncovered underwear bulge, while Peter lay semi unconscious on the floor of the warehouse, limbs bound, and his body covered in his own cum.

Peter Parker and Miles Morales will return…

A Shocking Day For Spiderman

 

A Shocking Day for Spiderman

Spiderman was swinging through New York, the bustle of the city a faint hum below him as he enjoyed the warm sun on this beautiful day. Suddenly, his spider-sense tingled, and he turned his attention to notice an explosion coming from a nearby street. Reaching over, he fired another web and changed direction, swinging quickly towards the commotion.

‘Another day,’ Spiderman thinks, ‘another neighborhood to save!’

When Spiderman arrived, he found that the local bank had been broken into, and in a rather aggressive fashion. The front doors had seemingly imploded with massive force. Spiderman didn’t have to wait too long to see the perpetrator, watching as The Shocker emerged from the bank, hauling a number of large jute bags towards his getaway vehicle.

‘If you think it’s gonna be that easy,’ Spiderman thought to himself, ‘then you are in for a shock!’

Swinging from the building he was perched on, he launched himself forward towards the thief, delivering a swing kick hard into The Shocker’s face.

As The Shocker had been watching behind him to see if anyone was pursuing him, he did not see Spiderman’s foot hurling towards him. The kick connects hard, and The Shocker is knocked to the ground as the bags are tossed up into the air, cash spilling out and raining down around them both.

“NOOOOOOOOO!” The villain curses loudly with frustration, then seeing Spiderman and slowly standing enraged. “Puny Spider. YOU will pay for that!”

“Oh hello, big ol’ loser! Better submit now before it’s too late.” Spiderman tilts his head, speaking with a provocative tone but lowering himself into a ready stance. “Don’t you remember how things went last time?”

The Shocker snarls as police and news vans arrive at the scene, the standoff suddenly being broadcast live across New York City.

“Damn you!” he growls, watching as the police surround the pair. “You have spoiled everything!”

But The Shocker refused to be taken in again, and begins rubbing his hands together, the friction generating energy as he felt his power surge through his body. He wound his hands back, then clapped them together at Spiderman, a massive shockwave emitting from his hands directed straight at the costumed hero.

“W-wooowww…” Spiderman grunted as the force pushed him backwards, his feet dragging along the ground as he struggled to stay standing.

The force is too much however, and he is suddenly swept off his feet and thrown through the air. Before he got into too much trouble, Spiderman instinctively shot a string of web to a nearby lamppost and swinging around it fast before directing himself back towards The Shocker, his legs outstretched and aiming for a dropkick.

The Shocker sees the kick coming though, and smirks, striking his hands together in the Spider’s direction without much power. The small shockwave was enough to throw Spiderman’s balance off, and as he hurtled towards him, The Shocker threw his fist up.

Spiderman had a jolt of electricity course through his head, his Spidey Sense sensing the danger, and he curled up his legs, propelling off The Shockers fist and landing on his feet in front of The Shocker.

‘Pheewww…’ Spiderman sighed with relief at the near miss.

The Shocker hisses with frustration at his missed attack, clapping loudly in Spiderman’s direction, hoping to knock Spiderman off his feet.

“I’m gonna squash you!” he yelled angrily.

“Woaahh!” Spiderman gasped as he tripped, rolling backwards a few times but managing to shoot his web onto The Shocker’s fists and pulling back in, raising his legs for a double kick. “My turn!” Spiderman taunted, cockily.

As Spiderman propels himself forward toward The Shocker, the villain waited until he was close. Suddenly he ripped his fists apart, throwing Spiderman’s entire momentum off balance. Spiderman tried to brace himself, at which point The Shocker saw an opening. Clenching his fist together, he slammed his fist right into Spiderman’s incoming bulge.

“UGHHH!” Spiderman yelped, dropping to his knees, and clutching his balls, wailing in pain. “F-Fuuuckkk! My nutsss!”

“Ooops, looks like I squashed something…” The Shocker chuckled and turned to the news vans, “…Did ya’s get that?”

When the news crews didn’t respond, the villain turned back to the hero. “Seems like they didn’t capture that. Let’s make sure they get something.”

The Shocker got behind Spiderman, before reaching down and then pumping his fist between the hero’s legs from behind while he was still on his knees.

“A-a-a-aghhh,” Spiderman spasmed in pain, feeling his balls throbbing and bouncing from the impact, “m-m-m-my young nuts…”

Desperate to put some distance between him and his foe, Spiderman shot a web to the wall a few feet away, pulling himself away. The pain was still too much though, so he crashed into wall hard, falling to the ground, coughing, and spluttering as he nursed his bulge.

“What’s wrong, Spider?” The Shocker asked, before he aimed his fists at the ground behind him, blasting a shockwave which in turn propels him forward at a dangerous speed. “We haven’t had our fun yet!”

He stretched out his knee and laughs maniacally as it ploughs into Spiderman’s prominent bulge.

“GAAAHHHHHH!” Spiderman screams in agony as his foe’s knee rams into his balls with a sickening crunch. Spiderman’s arms and legs flail, kicking, punching and clawing at The Shocker’s leg which weighs heavily on his busted bulge. “You bastard!!!!! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck, youUUUUUU!”

“Hope you didn’t have a date planned tonight, Spidey…” The Shocker chuckled as he continued to grind his knee into Spiderman’s bulge, “…cos they won’t be much use tonight!”

He reaches down then and grabs the chest material of Spiderman’s suit, ripping away viciously. The material shreds, exposing Spiderman’s chest underneath.

“Nooo!” The hero immediately discharged several web bullets at The Shocker’s face, covering his eyes so that he could not see. “Mr. Stark made me this! You’ll pay!”

Desperate not to lose his advantage, The Shocker grunted and groaned before pressing his hands to Spiderman’s body and firing a shockwave at point blank range. The force tears Spiderman’s outfit some more.

Spiderman’s teeth chatter as he convulses due to the shockwave coursing through his body, his limbs curling up and twitching. Thankfully, once the force stopped, he was able to recover fairly quickly.

“D-Damn web!” The Shocker grunts, clawing at his face.

Spiderman saw his opportunity, jumping back and then pouncing, thrusting a knee deep into The Shocker’s gut. “Now, you’re going back to jail!”

The mere mention of prison infuriates The Shocker, and in a fit of rage he screams as a shockwave erupts from his arms. Catching Spiderman off guard, the hero flailed before The Shocker slammed his open palm right up into Spiderman’s nuts.

“NEVER!” he cried, before with his hand still pressing up against his enemy’s balls, sent a massive shockwave right into them, the force tearing Spiderman’s suit completely off.

“AUGGHHHHH!” Spiderman’s cheeks bulge out and under his mask, his eyes cross from the pain, feeling his balls churned up as the tight suit falls off in pieces, exposing his tight pink thong underneath.

The Shocker removes his hand from Spiderman’s nuts, and the hero stumbles forward before covering his exposed pink bulge with embarrassment, waving one hand at the crowd and shouting. “N-No, please, don’t look!”

The Shocker is shocked at the hero’s humiliation, and the fact he had just exposed Spiderman’s choice of underwear to the entire city. As the hero turns his back to him, trying desperately to cover his bulge, The Shocker decides it’s time he got a real taste of humiliation.

“Now, you’ve been asking for this for a while!” he grunts, before swatting Spiderman’s hands away from his bulge, ensuring everyone gets a good look at the pink bulge, before he rams his fist up in an uppercut from behind, flattening the bulge against Spiderman’s pelvis.

“EEEEKKKK!!!” Spiderman cried. “My…pooor….balls…”

The hero was hoisted off the ground as his back arched before crumbling to the ground, ass up in the air and head firmly on the ground. Trembling, Spiderman cupped his swelling and battered balls.

The Shocker smirks at his downed foe. “If I’d known sooner I just had to bust your balls to beat you, I would have done it a long time ago!”

The villain looked over to the camera crew and then snatched away a camera, getting behind Spiderman and laying it on the ground so the viewers watching the live broadcast could get a clear and wide opened view of Spiderman’s pink bulge.

“Hey, folks, I hope this program isn’t too SHOCKING for you!” And suddenly, he slammed the camera lens directly into Spiderman’s unsuspecting nutsack.

“Ughhhh!” Spiderman twitches and squirms as the camera crunches into his balls, feeling his pink bulge bouncing from the impact. His ass bucks up from the pain, only to cause his bulge to be put on even more display.

The Shocker laughs at Spidey’s balls being bashed around in his pink thong.

“This here, for all of you watching at home,” he tugs on the back of the pink thong, and suddenly Spiderman’s bare balls slip out of them, “this is your hero’s major weakness. Now you all know how to defeat him!”

The Shocker wraps his fingers around the exposed balls, sending a shockwave into them in full view of the camera while the other camera crew captures various angles of Spiderman’s torment.

“AAAGHHHH! OH GAWWWWWDD!” Spiderman grimaces in pain and screams as his balls vibrate excruciatingly in his foe’s hand.

Spiderman was panicking now, but the shockwave was coursing through his entire body, triggering certain spots as he squirmed, and realizing in horror that his cock started to harden, wedging tightly in the pink thong. He reaches between his legs and grabs The Shocker’s fist, weakly tugging on it and pleading for him to stop.

“O-okay, you won! P,please,” Spiderman begged, “please stop!”

The Shocker smirks at his enemy begging him for mercy. He grabs the back of the pink thong and wrenches it up hard and fast, watching with joy as it crushes Spiderman’s cock and balls.

“See folks, here you get a perfect outline of the weak target you need to aim for!” The Shocker instructed towards the camera, gesturing to Spiderman’s exposed balls, and outlined cock in the pink thong, before pumping his fist up into Spiderman’s nuts. “Let me demonstrate again!”

The Shocker crunches his fist into Spiderman’s nuts again, as people around the country are glued to their screens as they literally watch their hero being owned and humiliated. The Shocker emits another shockwave into Spiderman’s genitals.

“Ughhh!” Spiderman’s body jerks from the impact as his balls swing about violently, the tip of his bulge slowly darkening as the shockwave triggers all the spots within the hero’s body.

The pain was overwhelming, but somehow, and Spiderman blushed under his mask as he realized, there was a hint of pleasure in all this pain, his cock leaking precum throughout his thong.

The Shocker noticed the pleasure Spiderman was receiving, even if the hero didn’t want to admit it.

“Here we have a rate case, where the spider…” The Shocker says to the camera before tugging on the thong to give the viewers a clearer outline of the hard cock with the wet patch on his thong bulge, “seems to have a third webshooter tucked between it’s legs!” The Shocker then grabs Spiderman’s balls and squeezes them. “Let’s see if we can get this webshooter to spin a web!”

The Shocker laughs just as onlookers chuckle at The Shocker’s unexpected joke, before the villain pumps his spare fist into Spiderman’s balls while his other hand continues to squeeze them. Spiderman shakes and twitches, clawing the ground as his teeth grits under his mask. His precum begins to leak through the thong, dripping now onto the ground below him as his balls swells.

“P-please…I can’t…take…a-another hit…” Spiderman begs weakly.

“Oh, you want me to show you mercy?” The Shocker asks with a snarl. “When you repeatedly throw me into prison and throw away the key?!”

The villain positioned the camera with an extreme close-up of Spiderman’s abused bulge, totally manhandled. “Time for the finishing act!”

The Shocker reached between the hero’s legs and rake his fingers along Spiderman’s junk, the pink thong sliding down and revealing the hero’s bare cock and balls to the world. He leaves them dangling there for a moment, the camera capturing the precum leaking furiously from Spiderman’s bare cock, then slaps his hand up into them, ensuring the camera captures just how compressed Spiderman’s nutsack is against his own body. He powers up, then blasts his cock and balls with a shockwave.

“G-GUUUHHHHHHH!” Spiderman’s eyes rol into the back of his head and his mouth gapes, crying in an animalistic moan.

Suddenly, Spiderman strained his body and contracts painfully as his hard dick twitches and throbs, spasming as he spurts a huge thick load of semen onto the ground, jet after jet of cum erupting from his cock as balls throb, pumping out the last drops of his cum.

The Shocker smirked as the hero surrendered his load, collecting up the pink thong and stuffing it into his pocket.

‘At least I’m not leaving empty handed,’ he thought to himself, before he uses his feet to kick Spiderman over onto his back.

The hero was totally exposed, empty balls and drained cock on full display. The Shocker picked up the camera and placed his foot on Spiderman’s cock and balls, grinding them as the hero whimpered and squirmed.

“Don’t forget folks, make this stuff go viral!” he said, filming his foot crunching Spiderman’s genitals. “We can all be a part of this!”

With that, he twisted his foot one final time into Spiderman’s bare cock and balls, then turned and left.

No policeman bothered to stop him, out of fear for their own balls being owned, but also, out of disbelief over what they had just witnessed happen to Spiderman, who lay their defeated and drained.

Spiderman will return…

Mortal Kombat: Liu Kang Fights Shang Tsung

Mortal Kombat: Liu Kang Fights Shang Tsung

Shang Tsung stands stoically in the centre of the arena, the tournament final having drawn many spectators from various realms, their fates depending on this final fight. He moves his hands, enchanting as he shapeshifts from Reptile, to Kabal, and then to Ermac and Rain. He shifts back to himself with a green aura glowing around him.

“I am impressed you managed to outlast all other kombatants, Liu Kang.” Shang Tsung gave a quiet laugh as he glared across the arena to his opponent. “I suppose you consider yourself fortunate to have not shared a similar defeat as your fellow comrades, Takeda and Cole.”

Liu Kang stands across from Shang Tsung, doing lateral lunges to warm up. The crowd cheer hysterically at both, anticipation for this bout seething in the air. The Earthrealm champion raises one hand, summoning an orb of fire which danced in the palm of his hand before he shuts his fist and extinguished the fireball in a puff of smoke, glaring menacingly across at the sorcerer.

“You know what they call me?” he asked, “Champion! Your old, sad body won’t stand a chance.”

Liu Kang lowered himself into his fighting stance as Shang Tsung chuckled to himself, enchanting as his hands danced in a spell, and a cobra materialized in front of him. “Your soul will be mine!”

“FIGHT!” The announcer’s voice boomed throughout the arena and the crowd erupted in cheers and excitement.

Liu Kang starts strong, his fists bursting into flame instantly as he charges towards Shang Tsung. As he closes the distance between them, he launches a direct punch towards the sorcerer’s face. Shang Tsung glows green and instantly vanishes, materializing instead behind Liu Kang. The sorcerer chuckled, clasping his hands behind his back.

“Amateur…” he smirked, before channeling his own flame attack, a blast of fire erupting at Liu Kang’s feet, shooting up.

“Heck!” Earthrealms champion gasps, quickly moving his hands to cover his crotch, managing to block the attack, and bouncing out of the way. “That’s a cheap shot, old man!”

Liu Kang swings his elbow back, striking hard into the sorcerer’s head. Shang Tsung grunts as his temple bursts in pain, staggering back.

“Fool! You are testing my patience!” Shang Tsung bellowed, waving his hands and glowing green before he morphs into Reptile, suddenly launching a slime ball at Liu Kang.

Liu Kang crossed his arms in front of him, the slime ball exploding on his bracers, pushing the warrior back a few steps. But as quickly as Shang Tsung had launched the slime ball, he had morphed back into himself and summoned the apparition of a cobra, which immediately coiled itself around Liu Kang’s leg, slithering up it. The sizzling slime on Liu Kang’s arms had distracted him from the sneaky snake. He feels it sliding up his leg and kicks out.

“Shoo, shoo!” He shakes his leg, before clenching his fiery fist and slamming down towards the snake.

Before Liu Kangs fist connects with the apparition, it suddenly disappears, and the warrior strikes his own leg, the flames catching on Liu Kang’s pants leg. Shang Tsung quickly performed a slide kick, rushing towards the distracted warrior. Liu Kang groans in shock as his legs are taken out from under him, dropping to his hands and knees, temporarily stunned. Shang Tsung materialized behind the fallen Liu Kang, noticing immediately the obvious target that was exposed. He chuckled and shook his head, enchanting once more and summoning fire between Liu Kangs legs, which shot up straight into his awaiting bulge.

Agonized screams escapes Liu Kangs lips and he grits his teeth as the heat envelops his crotch, the fireball catapulting his body over. The warrior rolls on the ground, cupping his roasted balls and moaning in pain, smoking billowing up from his bulge. Shang Tsung chuckled to himself, following up the attack by kicking Liu Kang’s legs apart.

“Your soul is MINE!” The sorcerer transformed into Rain, before soaring up into the air and using a spinning kick back down onto Liu Kang’s crotch.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Liu Kang desperately curls up his legs just as the sorcerer’s leg slams down, foot smashing the ground a few centimetres from Liu Kangs crotch, gasping in relief before launches both legs upward, kicking directly at Shang Tsung’s face.

The sorcerer immediately transformed back into himself as his face was flattened by Liu Kang’s feet. “N-ngyaahh!” he grunted and reeled back, clutching his face.

Liu Kang ran towards his opponent, leaping up into the air and performing his signature Bicycle Kick move. It connects, and Shang Tsung is driven back, his frustrations growing before he finally manages to raise his hands and deflects the attacking warrior with a blast of green energy, exploding from his core which knocks Liu Kang back.

“Oh, shoot.” Liu Kang mutters to himself, a final thrust of his foot against the sorcerer’s chest to propel himself backward, flipping until he landed on his feet.

As the sorcerer’s green aura pulses around him, Liu Kang generates his own fireball and hurls it from his hands towards his opponent. Shang Tsung sees the fireball propelling towards him and waves his hands before disappearing and then materializing behind Liu Kang again, this time slamming his foot up between the warrior’s legs from behind.

“Guhhh!” Liu Kang lets out a painful groan as the sorcerer’s foot crushing his balls up to his body, tiptoeing forward and trembling, just as his legs buckled and he collapses to his knees, hands buried between his legs and cupping his aching nuts. “F-fuck…you…”

A deep and menacing laugh escapes Shang Tsung lips as he stands behind the downed warrior.

“I feel now, given your insolence, that perhaps I will spare your soul,” the sorcerer sneered, slowly reaching between Liu Kang’s legs from behind, “in exchange for the souls of your descendants!”

Shang Tsung clamps his fingers down on Liu Kang’s bulge, grabbing his nuts and squeezing them tightly through his pants.

“Ughhhh, noooo!” Liu Kang’s body jolts and freezes and his hips squirms and arches, feeling the sorcerer’s grip tight on his nuts.

The warrior reaches down and tries desperately to pry the hand fastened hard around his balls, his legs closing closer together around the sorcerer’s hand. Shang Tsung’s eyes flashed with an evil glimmer, and he smirked as his hand suddenly erupted in flames, incinerating Liu Kang’s pants before he raked back with a rough ball claw, tearing what was left of Liu Kang’s pants clean off him.

“Shit!” Liu Kang’s eyes open wide with terror as his pants shred, revealing his pink briefs, covered in a big white star stretched across his tightly packed bulge.

Liu Kang clasped his hands in front of his exposed bulge, blushing as he looked every which way at the crowd, who were all fixated at what was happening before their very eyes. Shang Tsung notices immediately the star, smirking sinisterly.

“Let us replicate that star!” He chuckled, transforming into Ermac.

As Ermac, Shang Tsung levitated Liu Kang into the air, holding him there and spreading his arms and legs wide, the warrior now hovering like a star for the entire audience to see. Shang Tsung moved towards the hero, standing under his opponent and then launched an uppercut into Liu Kang’s exposed and unprotected bulge, the crowd having a clear view of everything outlined in them being flattened by Shang Tsung’s knuckles.

“G-GYAHHHH!” Liu Kang’s eyes cross and his cheeks puff out, a sharp and deep cry erupting from him as the sorcerer’s fist crunched his balls against his body.

Liu Kang convulses, suspended in the air as he tugs and pulls on his limbs, unable to break free. He glanced down in horror, knowing that while the pain was immense and his balls were throbbing in agony, his cock betrayed him and slowly was becoming more and more aroused, impossible to hide from the eyes of the audience in his tight briefs. Shang Tsung also noticed Liu Kang’s seeming arousal and pointed it out to the audience before he suddenly launched another uppercut into the warrior’s pulsing balls. Lowering his fist, he launched it up again, crunching the nuts and this time, pinning his fist there, twisting and grinding his knuckles deeper into Liu Kang’s balls.

“Ohhh, Uhhhhh!” Liu Kang yelps and groans while his body twists and turns, squirming against his will at every blow to his throbbing nuts, limbs trembling.

As more pleasure sweeps over the warrior’s body, every nerve ending triggered, his cock writhes furiously and erects to full length, painfully poking against the white star and oozes precum. Shang Tsung senses Earth’s champion is nearing his end and pauses, reaching up slowly and pulling down his briefs, exposing him completely to the audience. Then he steps slowly in front of Liu, posing for his fatality.

“Your descendants’ souls are MINE!” He hissed, before he reached out and a green aura encircled Liu Kang’s balls, a snake of green glowing energy wrapping itself around his nuts and constricting on them, tugging, and squeezing as Shang Tsung started to suck, the aura stretching from Lie Kang’s balls and up the cock, drifting across to Shang Tsung as the sorcerer tried to extract the descendants from Liu Kang’s aching nuts.

“GAHHH!” Liu Kang yelps in pain as the aura coils around his balls and squeezes them, forcing more and more precum to ooze out.

Fists clenched, the warrior steeled himself and roared defiantly. “You…c-can’t...!”

Liu Kang struggles against the move, desperately resisting succumbing to the sorcerer and surrendering his seed to him.

“Stubborn fool!” Shang Tsung hissed, before he suddenly transformed into Liu Kang and launched his own bicycle kick to the suspended and trapped Liu Kang.

Kick after kick pummeled away at the warrior’s nuts, busting them non-stop while the green aura continues to coil around and crunch Liu Kang’s nuts in such a humiliating fashion. Earthrealms champion twists and jerks as his cock sways from side-to-side at the endless torture of his genitals, splattering precum everywhere when he felt his body tense.

“O-ohhhh!” Liu Kang shudders, and suddenly cum was pumped out of his cock.

Thick ropes of Liu Kang’s cum erupts, spurting and spraying into the green aura around Liu Kang’s cock and balls, his face twisting into a mixture of pain and pleasure, panting ferociously as he was drained. Shang Tsung transforms back into himself and stood before the cumming Liu Kang, the warrior’s balls noticeably being compressed to crunch out every last drop.

“See this, Earth, that your realm stands no chance against us!” Shang Tsung released Liu Kang, who dropped to the ground dazed, drained, and defeated, cock pointing directly up above his swollen nuts. “We have won nine tournaments in a row now, and it only takes one more for us to rule the realms forever!”

With that, Shang Tsung sent a final kick between Liu Kang’s legs, kicking his emptied balls hard, forcing a final trickle of cum to leak from the warrior’s cock. Liu Kang moans weakly, shuddering as he slowly fades, to the words echoing around the arena…

“Shang Tsung, WINS!”

END

Mortal Kombat: Cole Young fights Reptile

 

Mortal Kombat: Reptile fights Cole Young

Reptile was standing in the middle of the arena with people from Earth, Outworld and Netherrealm in attendance. He was invisible, having snuck into the arena to get a feel for the tension. When he was ready, he revealed himself, and there was a mixture of cheers and boos as he stood patiently waiting for his opponent, cracking his knuckles, and stretching.

Cole Young steps up to face his opponent, wearing cloth pants strapped in place with a red cloth band around his waist, his shoes light and easy to maneuver in. He was confident in his training and his newly discovered powers, punching the air a few times and then pointing at Reptile. Slowly, he twists his hand into a thumbs down, taunting his opponent.

Shang Tsung’s voice suddenly echoed throughout the arena. “FIGHT!”

Reptile immediately gets into his fight stance. He snarls viciously before he curls his hands together and forms a poison slime ball, launching it across the arena at Cole. It hisses through the air towards him.

Cole quickly reacts by jumping in the air and rolling past it, before landing on his feet and sprinting towards Reptile, throwing a few jabs at his opponent’s face. Cole’s speed surprised Reptile, and he growled in shock when Cole’s jabs smacked into his face quickly. Stumbling back, he shrieked in anger before he slams his own fist into Cole’s abs.

Cole staggers back a few steps, but the strike had stung more than inflict any real damage. Using some distance between them, Cole springs up in a spin, swinging his leg towards Reptile’s face.

But Reptile ducks the kick and opens his hand up, claws springing from his fingertips. He slashes upwards, giving a slight tear on the inside of Cole’s cloth pants on his inner thigh, then he backs up and taunts the newcomer.

Cole growls in frustration and launches several uppercuts right into Reptile’s abs. “Eat this, nasty lizard!”

Reptile grunts with each blow to his abdomen, hissing aggressively before launching his own flurry of jabs to Cole’s abs. Stepping back, he then executes a spinning back kick to Cole’s chest, knocking him back and to the ground.

‘Ugh, he’s stronger than I thought,’ Cole bounced back up to his fighting stance and slowly circling his opponent, watching, and studying his moves.

Suddenly, Cole dashes forward and jumps up, legs outstretched for a flying kick. Reptile watches as Cole soars towards him, and then wipes his lip and suddenly turns invisible, disappearing. Cole misses Reptile completely.

“What the-?” Cole lands on his feet, turning to look around but not seeing his opponent anywhere. Annoyed, he spits. “Stop being a pussy and show yourself!”

Reptile smirks in his invisibility and gets behind Cole, his claws still extended. He then slashed at the red cloth sash around Cole’s waist. The fabric around the Earth warrior’s waist drops and Cole immediately grabs it to prevent him from losing his pants.

“Th-The fuck?!” Cole blushed a little. “Not funny, lizard!”

Still invisible, Reptile sneaks around in front of Cole, seeing the warrior with his hands occupied and holding his pants up. Smirking, the lizard kneels and aims his fist, taking his time before he slams it forward, sinking his knuckles deep into Cole’s bulge.

“Ughhhh!” Cole freezes, eyes wide in surprise as he doubles over in pain, holding his balls after the sickening pain coursed through his body. His legs tremble and buckle as his hands are buried between his thighs, cupping his aching nuts. “F-first turning invisible, and now this? Is this the best you can do?”

Reptile takes Cole’s words as a challenge. “Oh, you want more?” He hisses from behind in Cole’s ear.

Before Cole can react, Reptile shoves his hand down the back of Cole’s pants and latches on to the waistband of his underwear, yanking them right up his back. Cole yelps as his briefs wedge against his bulge hard, squashing his nuts. Gritting his teeth, Cole arches his back in agony as his hips jerk back to reduce the pressure in his nether region. But Reptile holds the wedgie in place, and this time reaching around the front with his other hand and sliding it down the front of Cole’s pants, grabbing the front waistband of his underwear also and yanking that up hard as well, wedgieing Earth’s hero from both sides simultaneously.

“GRrRRR!” Cole grunts awkwardly as his underwear causes torment to his ass and his nuts, painful but also an interesting sensation to him as well. His cock twitches slightly in his pants as his balls throb from the pain.

But suddenly, he realizes that Reptiles hand is in front, and grabs the invisible air before he finally latches on to Reptile’s arm. “GOT YOU!”

Cole tugged vigorously on Reptile’s arm, pulling him off balance. Reptile grunts and stumbles forward, the distraction knocking him out of his invisibility, releasing his hold on Cole’s underwear. But Cole’s underwear is stretched over the waist of his pants which are struggling to stay up. Cole fumbled around trying to refasten his sash around his waist.

Reptile shrieked violently at Cole, quickly conjuring up two poison slime balls and launching them toward his opponent. Cole sees just in time as the orbs of slime hurl towards him. The pain he had endured so far was enough to trigger his arcana, and suddenly Cole’s body glows dimly before golden armour spread across his chest and arms, shielding his body from the attack. The orbs explode on his body and sizzles as Cole’s golden armour remains undamaged.

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about!” Cole smirked confidently. “Thanks for giving me the pain to power up!”

Reptile frowned, then rushed forward to slam his knee directly into Cole’s abs but found his knee hurting from the seemingly impenetrable armour protecting his opponent. He bounced back clutching his knee and glaring at Cole, hissing ferociously.

“Time to give up, Lizardman!” Cole dashed forward and thrust his armoured fist forward in a hook to Reptile’s face several times, before ending the combo with a heavy uppercut which connects with Reptile’s chin.

Reptile shrieks as he is launched up into the air from the uppercut, landing flat on his back, growling, and grunting, looking up at his opponent and spitting acid from his mouth. Reptile noticed that some must have spat from his mouth when he was struck with the uppercut, as he could see some acid had landed on the sash around Cole’s waist and was slowly eating away at it, unbeknownst to Cole.

Reptile slowly got back to his feet, turning to find a discarded spear on the ground, and wielded it. He sprinted towards Cole, slamming the spear this way and that, stabbing and slashing, buying time while his acid slowly ate away at the sash holding up Cole’s pants.

“Heyyy!” Cole grunts and raises his arms to cover his head as the spear pokes and scratches at his armour without much effect.

He manages to catch the spear, before slamming his other hand up into it and snapping it clean in half. Reptile grunts and steps back, looking down at the broken spear in his hands. He glances back at Cole and shrieks at him, throwing the spear to the ground in anger. Glancing at Cole’s sash, he sees the acid is now halfway through it. To keep Cole distracted, Reptile crouches down and executes a poison slide kick, aiming to take out Cole’s ankles. He hissed as he slid across the ground toward the young warrior, a trail of steam behind him.

“Ugh,” Cole gasps in pain as his opponent slide kicks his ankles, knocking his legs and swiping him backwards as he drops to one knee, his armoured hands pushing against the floor for support.

Reptile’s slide attack was just a diversion, as there was a large hammer where he had ended up after performing the slide kick. He took a hold of it and swung it hard over his head, aiming for Cole’s skull.

“ARGHHHH!” Cole screams in pain as the hammer collides with his head, and he falls flat on the floor, holding his ringing head, whimpering.

Reptile was surprised. ‘Hmm, this armour doesn’t seem to protect everywhere, then?’ he thought to himself, then his lips curled into a thin, cruel smile. He then peered down to the sash around Cole’s waist and saw that the acid had eaten cleanly through it. ‘Yes, it is all done now. Let the fun begin…’

Reptile hissed and wound up the hammer to strike down on Cole’s leg. Cole sees it coming though and quickly rolls away just as the hammer strikes the ground heavily. He bounces up to his fighting stance, before suddenly, his pants drop to ground, revealing his tight purple mesh briefs that vaguely shows the shape of his junk to the audience. He looks down, eyes widening in shock and horror at the sight of his cock and heavy nuts lurking under the briefs and quickly tries to cover them with his hand, looking around and blushing deeply.

The crowd chuckle and laugh at Cole’s exposed underwear, when Reptile hisses and without stopping, crouches down and aims the hammer. He performs his acid slide kick once more, but this time, as he neared Cole, swings his hammer upwards directly at Cole’s groin.

“No, wait…!” Raising one hand, Cole attempted to call for a time-out, but froze as the hammer crunches into his family jewels.

His legs shake and cross as his face contorts and grimaces in pain before sinking to his knees, cupping his battered nuts, and groaning in agony.

‘So, the armour doesn’t protect the family jewels…’ Reptile thought to himself before grabbing Cole by the hair and dragging him towards the barricade in front of the large crowd.

The lizard hoists Cole up high, then drops him balls first onto the barricade, the crowd getting a front row view of Cole’s bulge flattened on the barricade.

“Ughhh!” Cole’s teeth grind and his jaw clenches as his nuts are squashed between his own body weight and the barricade, legs buckling against it.

Reptile raised the hammer once more, taking aim at Cole’s trapped balls, and when Cole sees this, his eyes widen with terror.

“No,” his head shakes profusely, begging, “no, no, no, no…”

Reptile licks his lips and hisses, then ploughs the hammer down hard, watching as Cole’s very exposed junk is flattened against the barricade, the crowd cringing in sympathy for the newcomer warrior.

“Gahhhh!” Cole’s eyes cross and his mouth drops open, falling from the barricade and rolling on the ground cupping his throbbing and swelling balls, crying in pain. His body trembles momentarily, and with the dim glow fading around his body, his armour suddenly evaporates, disappearing entirely. “My fucking precious balls…”

With Cole’s armour now gone, it almost looked as though he was wearing nothing but his underwear. Reptile launched himself up into the air, then twisted in mid air and hurtled down, hissing as he stretched out his knee aiming directly for Cole’s bulge.

But Cole saw him coming, and scrambled out of the way, rolling backwards and then onto all fours, he started crawling away as Reptile slammed knee first into the floor, a cloud of dust exploding around him. Finally managing to get to his feet, Cole stood in a shaky stance, one arm stretched out ready to fight, while his other still nursed his aching balls.

Reptile stands amidst the dust from his missed attack, slowly turning to face Cole. His face contorts into a menacing grin and suddenly he goes invisible once more, dropping the hammer.

“Huh?” Cole pants and wobbles backward, turning his head around to try and detect any movement at all.

But Reptile had mastered this ability and moved around behind the warrior. Just as Cole’s head looked like it was on a swivel, constantly turning this way and that, Reptile took aim, crouching down behind him and then launching his fist up between his legs, his scaley knuckles crunching Cole’s contained package up into his own body.

“NNGHNNNNN!!!!” Cole jumped from the low blow, hands cupping his busted balls and sinking to his knees, falling forward on his face as he shakes in agony. He plants his hands on the ground, shakingly trying to push himself back up. “F-Fuck you, Lizard…”

From this position, Reptile can get a very clear view of Cole’s big package hanging between his legs from behind in his mesh briefs and takes aim. He takes a few steps back and then performs another slide kick, this time executing a drop kick which pummels both feet into Cole’s low-hangers.

“Ohhh,” Cole’s hips jerk up as his nuts bounce about, sending searing pain throughout Cole’s body.

He rolls from side-to-side, legs squeezed together, and hands thrust firmly between them to nurse his aching baby-makers. Reptile chuckled to himself seeing the handsome Cole roll about nursing his underwear bulge. He hisses, before creating a slime ball which he aims at Cole’s left foot. When it lands, it solidifies like rock, holding Cole’s foot in place. Then he took Cole’s right foot and spread it as far as it could away from his left foot, and did the same, leaving Cole’s legs trapped wide apart.

“N-no, stay away!” Cole panted, raising one hand to try and protest the lizard trapping him, trying to kick his legs to no avail due to his weakened state.

Reptile noticed Cole raising one hand to him, begging, and aimed another slime ball at it, watching as Cole’s hand slammed backwards onto the ground and being trapped in place. Then he forced Cole’s remaining hand away from his busted bulge, and sliming that one to the floor too, leaving Cole with his limbs trapped spread apart and completely vulnerable.

Reptile stepped back to admire his handiwork, which the crowd also seemed to appreciate. Smirking, he took a hold of the hammer once more, raising it up above Cole’s exposed and unprotected mesh briefs bulge, raising it high over his own head.

“Noooo…” the Earthrealm warrior begged, desperately trying to channel his energy to trigger his armour once more but failed.

Pushing his hips, he inadvertently humps the air as he struggles against his bindings, trying to break free. Looking up at Reptile hoisting the hammer above his head, his eyes go wide as he shakes his head. Reptile sneers back at him, pausing once the hammer reached full height above him.

“Test.” Reptile hissed, “Your. Might!”

The lizard then swung with brute force, bringing the hammer down onto Cole’s exposed and waiting bulge. Cole can do nothing but watch helplessly as the hammer smashes down on his nuts, pressing them flat against the floor.

“AGHHHHHH!” He screams, arching his back in agony as his cock grows rock hard, leaking precum which stains the front of his mesh briefs.

Cole bucks violently in his bindings, desperate to break free as his nuts are continuously tormented, but Reptile didn’t want to stop there. The lizard hoisted the hammer up and rested it on his own shoulder, before leaning forward and pressing his foot down onto Cole’s nuts, bouncing his foot up and down as the crowd became increasingly aware of Cole’s seeming enjoyment of the attention his balls were getting. Reptile started to twist his foot deep into Cole’s bulge, grinding away at the Earthrealm warrior’s balls.

“Ughhhh…” he grimaced, slack-jawed and eyes glazed over, his knees buckling inwards as best they could while his heavy, throbbing balls churn under Reptile’s foot.

Cole’s cock increasingly twitched and throbbed now, more precum oozing from it and Reptile smirks at the sight of this. He decides it is time to end the fight. Removing his foot, he reaches down with one claw stretched out and slices the mesh briefs down the front, watching as they fall apart and Cole’s cock and balls flop free of their mesh restraints.

Reptile takes careful aim and shoots a smaller slime ball at Cole’s exposed nuts, which solidifies instantly, encasing Cole’s balls in a hard rock like substance. The lizard smirked, and then raised the hammer up and slamming it down on Cole’s solidified junk. Cole grunted in agony as his nuts felt the vibration through the hardened substance coursing through them. His cock twitched violently, Cole panting desperately and blushing furiously at his treatment in front of so many onlookers.

When Reptile removed the hammer, a crack formed on the hardened casing, but Reptile raised the hammer up again and slammed it down once more, the crack growing larger as Cole convulses from the repeated bashing of his balls. Reptile smashes the hammer down a third time, and the crack forms across the entire casing as Cole once more convulsed, drooling now from the mouth as the crowd slides to the edge of their seats, watching as the hero is ballbashed relentlessly.

“FINISH HIM!” Shang Tsung’s voice boomed throughout the arena, and Reptile smirked.

Reptile launches himself up into the air, and when he reaches peak height, he glances down to see the casing around Cole’s balls crumbles away, exposing them entirely once more. He starts flipping through the air, the hammer swinging with him as he propels downward to Cole, slamming the hammer a final time into Cole’s nuts.

“GYAAHAHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Cole’s screams pierce the arena, his body jolting up against their bindings and freezes in place, glancing down at the hammer squashing his balls against the floor of the arena.

Cole’s eyes roll into the back of his head and his mouth foamed, just as torrents of cum soon erupt from his cock, spraying across his abs, chest and face, some even managing to spray into his own mouth. Reptile kept the hammer there, pressing down constantly on Cole’s nuts as they deflated, squeezing every drop of cum he could out of them. With a final buck of his body, Cole slumped back onto the floor, covered in his own cum, moaning and whimpering as slowly his consciousness fades.

“Reptile,” Shang Tsung announces, “WINS!”

The lizard raised the cum soaked hammer above him, and the crowd awkwardly applauds, some still shocked at what they had witnessed.

END

Mortal Kombat: Takeda Fights Kabal

Mortal Kombat: Takeda fights Kabal

 The Mortal Kombat Tournament between Earthrealm and Outworld to determine the fate of all realms is at is climax, as the kombatants from each realm are facing their enemies. One by one, fighters would collapse, defeated and humiliated and unable to go on. After legendary Earthrealm warrior Johnny Cage was defeated in an ironical twist of fate, having his balls busted to absolute surrender, Takeda takes to the arena for the next match. He walks casually and with a calm demeaner, wearing his steel armoured plating and yellow headband.

There was a sudden gust of wind encircling the arena, when it rushed past Takeda and into the arena, coming to an abrupt halt. As the dust settled and cleared, there stood Kabal, his combat gear fitting tactically to his body as he swung his hook-blades quickly and slashed the air, lowering himself into a fighting stance. His mask hissed and the eyes glowed a deep red.

“You are a brave young warrior,” Kabal said, his voice akin to the hiss of machines, “you will never match my speed.”

Takeda extracted his serrated whip, slashing at the ground as spikes protruded from the whip and he extended his free hand towards his opponent, taunting him. “You’ll see I have more than enough to match your ability.”

Kabal smirked under his mask, his eyes observing the young confident warrior in front of him.

“I’ll soon beat that confidence out of you,” the speedster said to himself, before charging towards Takeda with his blades slicing the air before him, aiming to disarm Earthrealm’s champion.

But the distance between the two proved an advantage for Takeda, who swung his arm up and slashed the whip at his charging opponent. Kabals speed was not to be underestimated, and he managed to duck and weave to avoid being struck by the whip. Takeda raised his free hand, summoning his kinetic sword, before projecting it at speed towards his opponent. 

Kabal spun sideways to dodge the sword with ease, before charging closer to Takeda, lashing at him with his hook blade. Takeda stepped to the side, but not before the hook caught one of the straps holding the steel plated cup fastened to his bulge, slashing through it and causing the metal protection to drop to the floor. Kabal rushed past Takeda, smirking, knowing full well he had just exposed the weakness he desired to exploit.

‘Shit,’ Takeda thinks to himself, looking down and blushing as the steel plated cup scatters along the floor. His heavy bulge dropped slightly in his tights between his legs, and he suddenly felt much more vulnerable.

Summoning another plasma sword, Takeda wasted no time in continuing his attack. He projected the plasma sword forward in a zig-zag motion towards Kabal, and then extracted his second whip, slashing them both towards the speedster.

Kabal ducked and weaved yet again, but this time one of his hooked blades catches on Takeda’s whip, forcing him off balance. The speedster stumbles and trips as he was running at full speed, crashing to the floor and sliding a long distance before he came to a stop, dazed.

“Ugh,” Kabal groaned as he got to his hands and knees, “f-fuck…”

Takeda sees his opportunity and seizes it. He jumps high into the air and performs a rapid spin over Kabal before extending his right lef to deliver a rolling drop kick to his opponent’s head. “Take this!”

Kabal hears Takeda as he is spinning through the air, and instinctively raises his arms and legs to protect himself, when he suddenly feels a crunch on his knee.

“A-Aghk!” Takeda yelps as his kick stops mere centimetres from Kabal’s face, glancing down to see his tights bulge crunched flat on Kabal’s knee. 

Kabal smirks, “Oops…” a hint of sarcasm detected in his voice.

Takeda stumbles back from Kabal’s knee, his legs crossed and doubled over in pain, nursing his nether region. “F-fuck, is this how you fight?”

Kabal groaned as he got to his feet.

“Not normally,” he smirked, before reaching forward and prying Takeda’s hands away from his bulge, “but it’s a tactic you’d be stupid not to use!”

Suddenly, Kabal launched his fist upwards between Takeda’s legs, pumping his tights bulge flat up against his own body, keeping his fist there for added pressure.

“Ugghhhh!” Takeda moans, his cheeks puffing out as his eyes cross, feeling Kabal’s knuckles sink into the flesh of his balls, his trembling hands clawing at Kabal’s fist.

The crowd watching groaned in sympathy with Takeda’s nutpain, but Kabal was not interested in pandering to the crowd. He wasted no time and retrieved his hook blades, before slashing at Takeda, ripping through the latches which held the Earthrealm warrior’s torso armour in place, watching as that too now fell to the floor.

As his torso armour clatters to the ground, Takeda groans with panic before sinking to his knees, the pain in his balls still unbearable, clutching himself and trying to nurse them back to full health.

Without the armour plating he was accustomed to, now Takeda only wore his black skintight garb, tactical tight gear commonly worn by modern ninjas.

Kabal nears the downed Takeda and chuckles, taking a hold of the warriors arms and pinning them around behind his back, before staring into Takeda’s eyes.

“Oh, you have no idea what I’ve got planned for you!” Kabal smirked, before he slapped his other hand down onto Takeda’s ninja garb bulge, giving it a rough squeeze.

“Fuck, noooo!” Takeda gasped as his legs buckles, his arm breaking free and clutching Kabal’s wrist tightly trying to pull the speedsters hand off his crotch, his bulge pulsing and throbbing in Kabal’s tight grasp.

 Kabal grunts as Takeda struggles.

“Just submit, you fool!” he hisses, before giving a rough twist of the bulge, yanking back to tug on Takeda’s balls, instead, the thin ninja garb giving way and shredding clean off in Kabal’s hand, tearing the crotch straight out of the tights. “Wh-whoops.”

The speedster attempts to stifle a laugh as a very noticeable pink bulge protruded from Takeda’s crotch. Takeda wore nothing but a pink thong under his suit, and Kabal made out what seemed to be a target symbol directly on Takeda’s bulge.

The warrior looked down at his exposed state and growled in rage, launching upwards and delivering consecutive knee strikes to Kabal’s ribs. The speedster grunts and he hunched forward; the wind knocked from his lungs. Looking up, however, Kabal gets a glimpse of the pink bulge then immediately springs into action, reaching up and grabbing a hold of what remained of Takeda’s ninja garb, and running back, tearing the ninja suit clean off Takeda and leaving him there in nothing but his tight pink thong. The crowd suddenly burst into laughter.

Takeda blushes furiously, turning to the crowd and covering his crotch.

“Uhhh, nooo!” he pleads with shame and humiliation. “D-don’t look!" 

Kabal chuckles, tossing the ninja garb towards Takeda’s head. When the young warrior reached up to peel it off his face, Kabal launched his attack, charging forward and firing a vicious kick between Takeda’s legs, watching with delight as his cock and balls bounced furiously inside the thong from the impact.

A guttural, blood curdling scream escaped Takeda’s lips as he cupped his balls with his back arching. He sunk to his knees moaning in pain, but looked down at his busted bulge to notice, with horror, that it seems the combined sensation of pain and humiliation was stimulating him, his cock suddenly growing inside his thong.

Kabal moves behind Takeda, looking down as the young warrior moans with his ass in the air. He places his foot under the bulge, pumping it up slightly forcing Takeda onto his back, where it suddenly becomes visible to everyone that his cock is hard, tenting in his thong.

“Wow,” Kabal smirked, “Looks like you are enjoying this even more than I am!”

He reaches down, grabbing a hold of Takeda’s ankles, lifting them and spreading them before he pressed his foot onto Takeda’s thong bulge. Using his speed, he rapidly stomped down in quick succession onto the young warrior’s exposed nuts.

“Aghhhh! S-Stop!” Takeda begs, his body shaking and squirming from every stomp crunching his crotch, searing pain exploding through his testicles.

Takeda’s cock twitches helplessly from the force, a darkened spot staining the tip of his tented bulge as the young warrior pants. He reaches forward and grabs onto Kabals foot, trying to stop the abuse as his strength was fading, feeling climax building.

Kabal could sense Takeda was nearing his end and dropped the warrior’s legs so that they lay spread before him. Then, Kabal jumped up and landed both feet onto Takeda’s strained bulge.

Takeda cried out with a squeak as the nut pain was far from over. Kabal then used his speed to run on the spot, his feet crunching down into Takeda’s balls one after the other consecutively, before he launched into the air, using the young warrior’s balls as a springboard.

Earthrealm’s warrior crossed his eyes as Kabal bounced into the air with help from his own nuts, whimpering slightly from his busted nuts’ pain coursing through his body. He groggily looked up, seeing Kabal reach the peak of his jump, before the speedster started to spin in the air, forming a small tornado which hoisted Takeda into the air until he was suspended with his opponent. Kabal then dropped, the tornado stopping as Kabal landed first, pausing, and glancing upwards as Takeda then began to fall. Kabal waited for the perfect timing, before he launched into the air, slamming his fist upwards in a massive uppercut which connects directly with Takeda’s thong bulge, the young warriors own weight pulled by gravity to crunch his cock and balls inside his thong between his body and Kabal’s fist.

Takeda’s mouth drops open and his eyes widen as the crunch to his busted balls echoes throughout the arena. The initial impact of the uppercut blasted a few streaks of precum from Takeda’s cock, before he dropped to the floor on his back, landing with a thud. The excruciating pain sweeps over Takeda, and he begins to violently convulse, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he foams at the mouth. The young warriors rock hard cock throbs and pushes painfully against his thong as cum oozes slowly out of his cock before spurting out in dozens of thick ropes. Kabal watches as Takeda orgasms for a few minutes, jet after jet of cum pumping out of him, before he slumps back, limp like a ragdoll as he sinks into unconsciousness. His cock continues to twitch and spasm however, as cum continues to leak out of him.

Kabal smirks underneath his mask, and steps forward and placing his foot onto Takeda’s emptied balls and still oozing cock.

He strikes a victory pose. “Fatality,” he hisses, as the arena lights dim to black.

END