Men in Tights - 2

Continued from Part 1

When Phoenix Flex comes to, feeling slightly fuzzy,  he discovers to his horror that The Silent Shadow has started to remove his hero suit while he was unconscious. 

His arms are trapped in the rolled down fabric so he can't stop him.

The Shadow believes he is impersonating his old adversary, 'The Flash' 

(The Hero who was the suit's original owner).  

Of course, being a Silent Shadow he can't say so to Flex. 

Lacking that info, Flex thinks he must want to steal the suit from him. 

Already he feels it's 'Hero Power Enablement' feature slipping away from him.

As if to emphasise Flex's vulnerability without his suit,

 the Shadow jerks his head back and squashes his right nipple.

 His 'Power-Grip' gloves apply extra-human pressure. 

Flex gasps in agony, but is still unable to defend himself.

Sneering (silently) at his opponent's weakness, The Shadow up-ends him

He transfers his crushing grip back to that other more interesting area.

Flex can't stop himself from letting out an agonised yell as his sore balls 

are subjected to another squeeze.

The Shadow pauses his devastating assault,

To investigate the fascinating shape he has found in Flex's tights.

It's unlike anything he's ever seen before, 

All Heroes have smooth crotches, not this strange little peg*. 

He nudges it tenderly with his hands feeling a strange sensation swirl within him, 

That makes him realise - it must be some evil trick!

*Of course, The Shadow has a human sub-ego with a dick himself, but when he assumes his Hero Villain persona, all inconvenient human traits - physical and psychological are suppressed and hidden.

 

Regaining his self control, he recoils in horror and stamps on the offending object, 

Meanwhile Flex has succeeded in freeing his hands, but it's too late,

His crotch is wide open and his balls (and more) are well and truly busted.

Flex howls, nursing a throbbing (and terribly painful) swelling,

He's unnerved by the silent, unprovoked attack 

and it's vicious success has severely dented his Heroic aspirations.

It's a bitter pill, but escape seems his only option,

He rolls over and begins to crawl away.

But The Shadow is not about to let his new enemy escape that easily

Especially not after experiencing that strange moment of thrall from him.

Be he genuine Hero or clumsy imposter, this character must be neutralised 

For the good of all of Super-Villaindom!

He just succeeds in stopping him from escaping by grabbing his tights.

As Flex continues to wriggle away, his tights peel off in The Shadow's grip.

The Shadow experiences that strange feeling again as he sees what is revealed.

It makes him confused about why he is trying to prevent Flex from escaping.

Dimly The Shadow realises he's being enchanted by those mesmerising globes.

Summoning his reserves of  villainy he looks away and makes a grab for Flex's neck.

A tight choke hold soon subdues his opponent's struggles.

But The Shadow can't stop himself checking out his peg again.

He is convinced that some secret power must lie within it.

Angrily, he hauls the unresisting Flex to his feet,

 how can this pathetic excuse for a Hero mesmerise him so much?

And yet with so little?

Standing behind, the peg is invisible and unable to exert it's distracting influence.

To neutralise it, he delivers a second vicious upper cut between Flex's legs.

It's more effective than he dared hope, Flex screams and doubles up.

But as he bends The Shadow is exposed to the full glare of his hairy ass.

He reels back, his body swimming with more, confused feelings.

Flex sinks to his knees, cradling his crotch and pleading to be spared

To his astonishment, The Shadow finds himself thinking, why not?

Are there not other things he might do with this strangely alluring creature? 

But then realises it's another of his tricks.

To shut Flex up, he pulls back his head and drops down onto it,

locking his neck under his armpit and levering him into a back-breaking arch.

Pit odours assail Flex's senses through the sweaty dampness of The Shadow's suit.

He feels The Shadow's glove tracing lightly across his torso, heading downwards.

It seems to trigger a nerve signal down through the pain in his spine to his ass.

The Shadow, is distracted for some time by the novelty of a helpless Hero's naked body

shuddering with fear and pain at close quarters under his hands.

But he is shocked when he notices that the strange little peg has changed.

It has morphed into something much bigger, firmer and more menacing.

Instinctively he goes for it with his glove, aiming to crush it before it can erupt.

The hot air of Flex's howl suffuses his armpit disturbingly.

Angrily he yanks Flex back by the hair, 

sending him sprawling on the floor.

Once again The Shadow attacks the source of his confusion.

Grinding it under his foot as one might an insect.

To his horror, Flex grabs at his boot as if he likes it there.

The Shadow hastily withdraws his foot.

But instead of scampering away, Flex just lies there, 

Protecting himself but leaving his legs wide open.

He seems to be challenging The Shadow to do it again.

Despite his inner fear, The Shadow obliges, 

He feels a grim satisfaction, crushing Flex's hand as well as his peg.

Looking down on Flex's naked body, his hair- flecked pecs and stubbly chin

The Shadow realises he doesn't want to let Flex go,

But to struggle with all the strange tricks his body seems to offer.

His mind made up, he picks up shreds of the ex-hero's suit 

and begins to bind him with it, hand and foot.

It's the first time he's restrained a defeated opponent in this way.

And he finds Flex's feeble resistance strangely satisfying.

It's almost as if he's collaborating, willing The Shadow on.

Lying naked at The Shadow's feet feet in a V-tied, hog restraint,

Flex squirms, grunting as he half-heartedly tests the bindings. 

But the Hero qualities of the suit have turned against him

The power in it seals his entrapment.

Flex's shoulders are broad and muscled, his buttocks plump and round

And The Shadow finds that sight more mesmerising than ever.

His hands are drawn towards the dark place between the thighs.

Just in time he checks himself.

 If Flex's globes can still enthrall him, what of the deceptive peg?

He kneels to roll Flex over to inspect his unprotected groin.

Flex moans as if he dreads his conquerer's touch. 

The Shadow likes him responding in this way.

As he heaves the heavy body up, he is distracted again by Flex's buttocks

They are now just inches away and bunched up tightly by the rolling action.

Helpless wriggling fingers stretch out protectively across them.

The Shadow senses the mysterious power that lurks down there 

and resolves to look into it later - in a more suitable place. 

As he rolls the defeated Flex onto his side, 

His nakedness spells out the totality of The Shadow's victory.

"You are mine now, Flash" he crows, silently,

"All my life I have wanted you and now you are mine. All mine".

 Flex somehow understands these thoughts

 realising that he has inherited a truly heroic mantle, that of The Flash.

It's a position that exceeds his wildest ambitions.

"Yes master", he murmurs, "I'm yours".

~

And at that moment, in a room, not far away, a weary-looking, strongly built man looks away from his TV screen which is showing a biff-bash movie. He sits wonderingly for a moment, then he takes off his yellow mask, goes to the kitchen and drops it into the rubbish bin. The Silent Shadow has been neutralised at last.

 Now he can give up his job in the Heroes shop and retire in peace.

 Smiling he returns to his armchair, picks up the remote and changes channel.

~

Read the whole saga from Part 1

See stills and video trailer of Phoenix Flex v Silent Shadow

in Hero Hunks at Wrestler 4 Hire