VILLAINS LEAGUE

First read The Rise of Black Adam

10:23 Billy_Batson: Half a year sure can go by fast when one has a lot of work and fun at the same time.
I was happy combining my college studies with being Shazam and having the occasional bout and the aftermath fun with Adam. For such a stoic brooding anger management issues muscle packed guy he sure has a wicked streak in bed. But I'm not going to tell you about that. Privacy you know. I am sure you can respect that...
Though he can still be so frustratingly grumpy. Since he is now also the Wizard, his movements are restricted, seeing he would get weaker and even die if he left the Sanctuary for too long. The price of his position I guess. He hated it and he was trying to find a backdoor to that rule. No luck so far.
But in going through the knowledge that had manifested in his brain when he killed the Old Wizard, the library books and wandering in the seemingly endless corridors, he did found some places and chambers the old Wizard never showed me.
Including a special gym room where sometimes I spend entire days in. What’s so special? The weights increase based on the person who uses them, the punching bag densing its molecular structure from a regular bag to that of a planet’s core and more. All based on your strength and desire to improve. So you never run out of a challenge to lift and kick and punch… And boy do I love a challenge. My muscled bodies, Billy and Shazam’s do no longer visibly grow anymore. But the inner strength, there I still had some room for improvement. Especially since I wanted to get stronger to catch up with Adam’s level who was already more than a match for Shazam and after he received the powers of the Old Wizard he got one step closer to becoming an equal in the realm of the Gods. Sometimes I wonder if we could surpass them.

10:23 Billy_Batson: Anyways, so I trained a lot. With my Billy form no longer changing I accepted I would remain a lean ripped jock for my regular mortal life. No complaints, I still looked awesome. Heads turning wherever I went without my shirt…
Though I did still gain some extra strength from the training. When I sparred with Hadi he quickly found out that while he still beat me every single time, in our last spar he no longer had to hold back and was sweating a little bit before I was finally ko’ed. Unfortunately for me after that it became quickly clear that my Billy form had leveled out. No matter what I did, I didn’t gain anything. Seems I would never reach the power of the stronger and strongest superbeings and gods in my mortal form. Still in the short time when I had achieved access to this ‘base’ form of superpowers I have used it a few times to take down some wannabe villains without the need to switch into Shazam. Usually because it was far too public and people would notice me changing into Shazam. That would have required some creative talking.

10:23 Billy_Batson: As for Shazam… training in that form was different. Following advice from Adam and digging in some books the old Wizard never allowed me to read and all did wonders. My ‘enhanced’ form as you could call it did get quite a boost in power and strength. And as Shazam I was still gaining and growing. The upper limit has not yet been reached.
One such power had grown, that was my speed. I can now travel through the galaxy by flying faster than light. Seeing other worlds, having a chat with strange fairy beings or slug it out in an arena with some alien gladiators. Some of those were tough, but in the end they were no match for me. Easy money you would think. Unfortunately their money was useless on Earth. Still kept a few trinkets as trophies.
And Adam had given me a new power. Once I know the place I could teleport there in a blink, bypassing the need to fly entirely. Always useful to get around the world in record time. And yes I just call it teleport and not Adam’s fancy words for it in Ancient Egyptian. I refused to use it. It felt too much like trying to squeeze out Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch 10 times in one row.
To my delight I managed to do so. Adam didn’t when I chicken dared him. That day my ‘Power of Laughter’ deflected his ‘Glare of Death’.

10:23 Billy_Batson: But still in my Shazam form I was slowly closing the gap that got created when his already formidable power was increased by adding the old Wizard’s to the mix. Proof being in my last spar with him I got a good grunt out of him when he doubled over a tiny bit when I smashed my fist into his fortress level abs. Next time I will breach those and make him drop down on his knees while I tower over him. I just know I will. And euhm maybe smack his face with my ‘other’ muscle… The thought alone gets me hard. Damn it. Just thinking of his perfectly sculpted body, those massive muscles, his well-endowed package… it always makes me hard. Being youthful might have its advantages. But mix that with being able to add the label ‘super’ before pretty much any word to describe you and things can get… messy. Fast.

10:23 Billy_Batson: But the ultra-gym was not the only thing of interest we found. Another room he discovered was amazing. It leads to Earth. Another Earth. Once you open the door of that room and step through you end up on a plain roughly located at where the pyramids of Gizah are on the real Earth. And if you look back you only see a simple frame with the wooden door. But we quickly learned it did not lead to a place on our Earth. Nope, this place was far more awesome. It was literally a contained pocket dimension with a copy of the entire solar system. It had the sun, Earth, all the other planets including Pluto (the wizard still kept it even after Pluto got ‘demoted’), the asteroid belt...
An exact copy of the entire damn system. Except human civilization.
We weren’t sure why the old wizard created this since it required a lot of power to maintain it. Maybe it was a testbed for some new magics or such he did not dare release in the ‘real world’ till he knew what it would do. Or not do. We weren’t sure. Maybe we will find answers in one of the books in the library. If we could find it. That place was ginormous. Thousands of years of adding books of every possible subject. Yeah… I got lost in the maze like corridors once. Much to my ire and that oh so smug smirk of Adam when he had to come and help me find the exit. The Old Wizard had clearly never heard of digital archiving…
So while we couldn’t figure out its original intent, we quickly did find a use for it. Since Adam could not go outdoors it quickly became his place to walk, stretch his legs or to ponder about things (or brood as I call it). An outdoors without getting ‘outdoors’ if you get my drift. At least till we find a means for him to leave the Sanctuary without him having to pay that annoying price.

10:23 Billy_Batson: a few times we already used it to spar. To let our muscles stretch. Not that you think our fights were that epic. Nope. Since his ascend to the Wizard throne his powers had boosted considerably. I felt that at our first sparring session not long after he took the throne where he beat the living crap out of me while at the same time succeeding at displaying his absolute boredom about it. I couldn’t even force him from the spot he was standing. An immovable ‘rock’ indeed.
But my training as Shazam was paying off. The gap is slowly closing in.
But enough said about this place. Plenty of time to explore the mysteries and what we might have not discovered yet. Now it was time to get a bit more serious. At first when Adam ascended the throne and I became his champion, me, Hadi and some of the other freelancers did a good job at helping the world. Crime rates worldwide were dropping. Evil organizations falling like flies, saving people from natural disasters… Busy but rewarding times. We were doing such a good job it had made a noticeable impact.

10:23 Billy_Batson: Keyword ‘had’. For the past 2 months things had reversed. More and more crimes are appearing all over the world. And not just the simple ones that required cops or a quick intervention. Nope, more and more criminals had powers of some sort. Oh usually nothing too impressive or so, but those guys had barely any control over them, causing quite a lot of mayhem to their surroundings, to the civilians and police, sometimes even to themselves. We were quite busy cleaning up those messes and the number of incidents were rising exponentially. We were starting to run behind on things.
So while we were busy, Adam gathered our reports, yes he forced us to start writing those…urgh, combined them with police records, which he acquired by (ab)using his magical powers and started investigating things. Trying to find the reason or cause behind the incidents.

10:23 Billy_Batson: And right smack in my free week he called me. Well free of the hero business, for it was exam week and let’s just say mixing exams while beating some wannabe villain at the same time did cause some creative and liberal use of my powers. Both as Billy and Shazam. So after his mental call which brokered no excuses from me, I had to cheat the exam, which I hated, and used my supervision to gather the answers from some of the smart guys in the large hall, penned them down at record pace, handed over to one of the teachers who kept an eye on us and then rushed here. All that in less than 10 minutes. Still 9 minutes and 59 seconds too long for Adam since when I arrived he was clearly irritated tapping his foot on the ground, which caused minor tremors in the hall.
Hi Adam. Sorry to keep you waiting. I just couldn’t vanish out of the exam hall just like that. They might notice the gush of wind and my absence and all. Anyways, I am here now. So tell me what was so extremely urgent.

10:23 Black_Adam: I had done it. My millenia-spanning quest for vengeance, for justice had been achieved. The evil wizard lay dead at my hands. My family, my nation were avenged. But the price had been high. Higher than I had ever imagined. For now, I was the wizard. I now wore the mantle of Wizard, guardian and keeper of the Rock of Eternity and all it’s powers and secrets. My own might, enhanced by the great power of the Wizard’s mantle, had grown even greater, far outstripping Shazam and Hadi. But the price… the price… was my freedom. For I was now bound to the Rock of Eternity. If I left my abode for any length of time, I would weaken and perish.

And yet, despite my near imprisonment, there are many compensations. Such as Shazam and Hadi. For now, Shazam was MY champion. More than just my champion, he was my lover. Many and unspeakable were the delights we shared together in my private chambers, celebrating the mystic bond that first drawn us together, the bond that had foiled the Wizard’s murderous trap. And Hadi was still my beloved, my devoted servant, and many times have I laid with my cherished concubine and plumbed the depths of his incredible body and heart. But still I sought freedom, and so delved into the mysteries of this sanctuary, through libraries so vast that entire cities would be lost within them, through mystic understandings that lay twisted and knotted in my mind, requiring my patience and study to unravel. And yet I discovered no way to regain my freedom, although many other wonders were uncovered.

10:23 Black_Adam: Such as the pocket universe, containing a detailed copy of the Sol system. Many a long hour did I spend inside it, for it was considered within the bounds of the Sanctuary. Though empty and void of civilization, it gave me the illusion of freedom. And the gymnasium, which was powered by the inner strength of whomever used it. The weights and equipment automatically offered the perfect level of resistance, according to each one’s inner strength. Billy was delighted by the discovery, and he and Hadi spent much time attempting to build their power. Billy’s form was impressive, the young man, while lean, was chiseled to perfection and thanks to the prior Wizard’s experiments, possessed super human might all on his own. But compared to my might, which equalled that of Amon and Hercules themselves, he was a mere stripling. It amused me to watch him strive so hard to match my power. Even as Shazam, he could not hope to equal my vast strength, train as he might. Early on, he had attempted to unleash his full might on my form, my muscles shining like steel, radiating unconquered strength and power. I had simply stood there, looking at him with an amused expression, completely unmoved.

And yet, Shazam was my champion, he was my hand in the world, and so I did not begrudge him my secrets, doing all in my power to unlock the knowledge he needed to further reach his potential, which was far from fulfilled. Teaching him to travel between the stars, to increase his strength, even teaching him to unlock his untapped ability to teleport. All that strengthened my beloved Shazam, strengthened me. Whereas the prior Wizard, in his selfish lust for control, kept much back from his champion.

10:23 Black_Adam: Though I wondered sometimes if the new found powers were not going to Billy’s head. In our last sparring session, my champion actually managed to deliver a blow to my unconquered, invincible ab wall that made me grunt. To ensure that he knew his place, I removed the limits on my power, and unleashed an answering blow that gutted my champion on the spot, and dropped him to his knees. My all conquering cock plundered his body that day, filling him from both holes with so much of my god-like manseed it leaked out of both ends. Judging by the smile on his face, and the vast fountains of his own seed that had spewed from his shaft like a volcano when I was finished ravaging him, he had enjoyed his lesson very much. But it was very apparent that the gap between us was lessening. Soon, I would be training with him without limiting my power in the slightest. I yearned for that day.

10:23 Black_Adam: Yet all of my champion’s newfound power was not simply for it’s own sake. No, together with Hadi and other heroes, under my guidance and direction, they began to move through the world, defeating villainous organizations great and small, building a name and a reputation for themselves. More and more, Billy insisted on confronting villains using his own form, which was growing in might, though it would never match the awesome strength of his Shazam form. All was well with the world. Or it had been. But over the last month, despite the efforts of my Champion and his colleagues, evil began to spread it’s dark fingers through the world like a spreading infection. All over the world, new criminals began appearing, but these criminals channeled magic. Not just any magic, but magic reeking of an ancient, malevolent evil. I became deeply troubled, delving into the vast libraries of the Sanctuary, spending many hours in silent meditation to unwrap the knotted mysteries lying deep within my mind. I knew this evil, the taste of it, the feel of it. For the magic of these new evil beings had one thing in common: All of them used hellfire. A fire which seared and burned everything, steel, rock, stone, human flesh, with equal hunger and could not be easily extinguished.

10:23 Black_Adam: I bent my will, drawing on my vast magics, tapping into law enforcement agencies across the world to draw deeply on everything the mortals had gathered about these crimes. And after a while, one thing became clear. They were each part of a vast web, a web that pulsed with evil, and every strand of this spider’s web led back to one man. Ishamael Gregor. A mobster from New York City, and furthermore, one who was deeply steeped in occult powers, an expert of demonology. This man Gregor had founded his own demonic cult, speaking of the return of an ancient demon of vast power. The power of his message was spreading like wildfire through the criminal underworld, converting them by the score to his new cult. Those who joined were granted real power, and wielded hellfire. But I knew it was not enough to simply destroy Gregor. Gregor was not acting on his own. If we simply charged in and killed him, then this entity would sink back into the shadows and find a new agent to work through. No, I needed my champion to infiltrate his cult, gain Gregor’s trust by posing as one of his followers, then to draw him into conversations which would give me the clues I needed to identify the name of this demonic entity. For with his name, I could control and bind him.

I had summoned Billy to me, over his foolish protests. Exam week? The entire notion made no sense. I could teach my champion all he needed to know, but still he insisted on maintaining his identity as Billy Batson. He was late, and my face resembled a thunderstorm as I glared at him. Lightning coruscated over my form, an expression of my annoyance. I brushed aside his excuse, and brushed aside my annoyance, then spoke.

10:23 Black_Adam: I have traced the recent rise in occult crime to one man. Ishmael Gregor. He dwells in a vast metropolis, one New York City, where he has risen to great power over the criminals of that place, the Mob. He is the source of the demonic magic being wielded by the perpetrators of the recent crime wave. I am convinced that he has made contact with an ancient demonic entity. No doubt the demon is using Ishmael as a conduit to return to the world. This cannot be allowed to happen. But we cannot kill him before we discover the demon’s name. Otherwise, he will simply find another agent. I have been unable to divine his name, which means this demon must be very powerful indeed. So, you Billy, must be my eyes and hands in this. Go to New York City. There is an underground fighting event occurring there tomorrow. The champion of the underground league will be there. He is one of Ishmael’s most trusted followers, and no doubt Ismael will be in attendance. You will fight this champion, and beat him, thereby attracting the eye and interest of Ishmael. I will be listening and seeing through your eyes. We must discover any clues that can help me identify the demon’s name. Then, I hesitate, the look in my eyes is deeply troubled. I know, through my great magic and intuition, that this evil is powerful, more powerful than anything we have faced before. Then, I step down off my throne, and enfold you in the vast might of my arms, my love for my champion pouring into your heart through our bond, as my hands feel the thick steel-corded strength of your lean, mighty frame. My cock yearned to plumb the depths of your body, but there was no time for that now.. I kiss you deeply, with intense passion, saying finally. Do not underestimate this one, Billy. You are precious to me, more than you know, so move carefully. Now go. I fear that we have very little time left to stop this demon from entering our world fully.

10:23 Billy_Batson: Don’t worry Adam. I will be careful. And while I did enjoy his strong hug, I untangled myself from him and immediately left the Rock of Eternity Sanctuary and flew to New York City where in some backstreets I shook down a few petty criminals till one of them pointed me to the right address. By then it was night and when I arrived at an old large stone warehouse while flying high up in the air I immediately noticed that all windows were either sealed shut by steel plates or reinforced barred glass and a lot of security cameras and motion sensors, a small army of guards securing the perimeter and bouncers standing at the one big entrance that was accessible. Yeah, this place does look old and ill-used. But it’s a fort knox allright. This Gregor guy is not stingy when it comes to security.
And by the looks of things I wasn’t too late. It seems that the big fight hadn’t happened yet since there were still a lot of people arriving at the moment quickly filling up the parking lot. So I landed out of sight of everyone and walked the last part getting the attention of one of the bouncers who saw me, a young lad, walking all by himself towards the entrance. No fancy car, no entourage. Just me. Since he was eying me I stopped in front of me and nodded while noticing he was big. And I mean BIG. Taller than me and more than stacked in the muscle department. He could give Adam and Shazam a run for the money. And from the way the other bouncers reacted to him I had no doubt he was in charge. Anyway, wanting to pass through I took a step forward but in the blink of an eye his big hand suddenly rested on my chest. ‘Big ànd fast’ I thought.

10:23 Billy_Batson: And in a heavy but polite voice he asked me Where do you think you are going?
Inside, where else. I replied cocky.
Sorry kid. This is not a place for someone like you. This is a private gathering. Guest invites only.
Oh but how do the fighters then get in? At that question he raised an eyebrow.
Yes I know this is the underground arena of Mr Gregor. And I want ‘in’ on the main event. Punctuating the last words so he understood exactly what part of this gathering I was interested in.
He chuckled some before he replied. Cocky aren’t you? Sorry kid. That is not an event for someone like you. Besides, only 10 random fighters have been send a golden ticket. Only those 10 are allowed entrance.
Random…random… Does that mean those tickets are not named?
For a moment he was silent, contemplating his answer before he shrugs and smiles. Sure kid. As you say. No name. If you have one of those tickets, I won’t stop you from getting in. After all how should I know if you were meant to be here or not. But then his voice got serious. But a fair warning, do not try to trick me. I am having a polite conversation with you as part of my job. But I do break bones if I find deceivers without batting an eye. The arena fight is not a joke.
While still smiling I replied Don’t worry big guy, I know how to handle myself.

10:23 Billy_Batson: In the meantime while we had our little chat, behind me there was some commotion when a roided bodybuilder along with 5 buddies had left his pimped car blaring music that would turn you deaf within the hour, making quite a ruckus and showing off he had a golden ticket. Waving it around for all to see. And yeah he was going to destroy Sergi, Gregor’s champion and collect the price. They better got the money ready already and… Urgh. From the corner of my eyes I saw some guests either cheering him, seemed he had a bit of fame as a fighter, while others were rolling with their eyes. The guy was reeeeeally obnoxious. So when he arrived at the entrance and grabbed my shoulder and pushed me aside Move aside little boooooy. The REAL men have arrived., eliciting some laughter of his buddies. Me and the bouncer I was chatting with we both already disliked him. A lot. But nothing the bouncer could do about it. The irritating guy had a golden ticket so he had to let him in.
Wait a moment. He has a golden ticket…random send…not named… My brains connecting the dots…

10:23 Billy_Batson: While somehow I had the impression Adam was facepalming himself. Not sure out of disappointment or because he already knew what conclusion I would draw and act upon.
So when the gears in my mind had finished I immediately stepped back in front of that irritating guy, his look surprised that I dared to block his path and before he could do anything else I simply headbutted him once. And yeah I cheated. I used more than enough of my superstrength to take him down with that single move. His eyes rolled up and he simply collapsed in front of everyone.
His 5 buddies did not like that and they took a step towards me, raising their fists. Soooo… 5 seconds and 5 downed bodies later I bent over, grabbed the golden ticket from the ground, got up, dusted it off, turned around and simply presented it to the big bouncer with a big innocent smile.
The bouncer stared first at the 6 men who were out with me not even breathing hard or sweating at all. And then he shrugged and smiled, reached out for the ticket and simply said. Welcome Mr… Smith I filled in. his eyebrow rose waaaay up while he stare at me with a point blanc ‘as if’ look. Yeah that guy was no fool. But the next moment he simply shrugged again. After all rules are rules. I came and presented him with a ticket. So he waved me to follow him in.

10:23 Billy_Batson: We walked a few corridors, took a side door for ‘staff only’ and walked a bit further when he stopped before a door, but before he turned the doorknob he spoke to me one final time. You sure you want to do this? From how you handled yourself outside it seems you can take care of yourself, but this is not a backyard brawl. The men inside and Sergi WILL break you if given the chance. Literally. So since I like you I could simply say to my boss the last guy didn’t show up. A no show is rare, but it does happen once in a while. The show simply goes on with 1 contender less.
I simply stared at the door in silence and he took that as my answer.
Fair enough. So get to it quickly. You are running late. The main event will start in a few minutes and you still have to strip yourself fully naked.
Oka…euh WHAT?
Oh yes. This will be a naked free for all battle. 10 invites enter the arena. Then Sergi. And then… Well you could all team up against him. He doesn’t mind that. Or you could take down the others first. Freedom of choice. Except the naked part. The first time that wasn’t so, but the crowd loves it when the guys lose their stuff. So it evolved in them being naked from the start. Now don’t tell me you will chicken out for that!?

10:23 Billy_Batson: I turned my face to him and I think I took him by surprise when he saw my big shit eating grin from corner to corner. He laughed hard and slammed his hand on my back. Oh I like you lad. Maybe I will bet on you. I felt my body shake from that slam. ‘big, fast ànd strong…’ I thought. I like this guy. Maybe after all this is done I have to pay him a visit.
So he finally opened the door and I walked in and saw 9 pair of eyes zooming in on me, checking me out and as quickly dismissing me. Guess I didn't look impressive enough to be worth their time. So while I quickly undressed I did check them out. 3 white guys including me, 3 black guys, 1 arab, a Hispanic and 2 asians. Ranging from bodybuilders, to more lean but still built and ripped and one of the Asians is apparently a sumowrestler.
My rod stirred at the sight of so much yummy meat.
And suddenly my brain stinged a bit when a stab of rage shot through it. Oh my, seems someone who was using our mental connection to watch and listen in is quite the possessive type, aren’t you Adam?! I sent him a reassurance back. None of these guys here was on the menu. I just was going to beat them, nothing more. A mental sigh and a snappy ‘fine’ in a way that made it clear it was all but that echoed back.

10:23 Billy_Batson: Then another door opened and some guy waved us to follow him. He led us through another corridor which immediately ended up into the battle arena. I simply walked with the others and then suddenly was almost overwhelmed for a moment by the lights and the noise of the huge crowd surrounding the arena and the other 2 floors. The raw energy that was echoing through this place was exhilarating. I looked around while the gate was locked behind us. The area was quite packed and the arena itself was domed. Not by simple barbwire, but by inches thick steel. The message was clear; once in, no escape.
Then the opposite door opened and Sergi walked out and I felt my blood rushing. He was a stud. Beautiful face, built body, though not quite as massive as I would have thought he would be based on his reputation. So my brain broadcasted huuuuuunk and my rod stirred even more. In my mind Adam settled with just some grumbling.
Then Sergi’s cage door also closed and locked, and 11 men were now in the arena, eying each other. I prepared myself too in a corner, meeting other people’s eyes, seeing who would ally with who else or me, but all I found in those stares were rejections. I am not good enough for you huh. Meh more beatdowns from me then.
And then Gregor appeared at his private booth upstairs and damn not a bad looking guy either. Young even, for a world spanning master criminal. He gave a quick speech and then hit the gong. The fight was on. And from the start it was clear there were no alliances. Everyone attacked everyone. It was mayhem and I just jumped right into the thick of it.

10:23 Ishmael_Gregor: Impassively, I gazed out of the smoked glass, observing the grimy, run-down, trash-filled street, interrupted by flickering street lights and dark alleys receding into the gloom. To many, this was hell. To me, it had been my nursery, my school. The school of hard knocks. The hardest of knocks, where the strong survive and the weak perish. Soon, oh so very soon, all of it would be cleansed in fire. So the Master promised.

I smiled, a brief vision of this same cityscape wreathed in hellish flames tinged in black and crimson red. It soothed me. I lay my head back, and enjoyed a moment of communion with the Master. *How long master? How long until you come to us?* In my mind, the voice whispered, the tone sonorous, deep, and tinged with a lust for destruction and power, *the way will not be easy … it is as I have said … you must subdue the champion of the Wizard … you must rip the seed from Shazam in the moment of his shame and despair … you must take the blood from his ravaged, mutilated corpse … drink of his despair and death … and my name will be revealed.*

10:23 Ishmael_Gregor: I sighed. For everything I had achieved, for all the obstacles I have overcome, this one was the hardest. For all my power, how could I defeat Shazam? But the Master did not listen to excuses, or to failure. He expected results. I knew that I, and I alone, must discover the means to defeat Shazam. But that day was far off. I did not yet have the power to even think of challenging him. But I would. Every day, my network grew. Every across the world, the scumbags, thugs, and ruthless fuckers flocked to my banner. They had seen first hand the kind of power my followers received. And every one who believed in me, believed in the Master, widened the crack just that bit more, let just that bit more power trickle through from the other side, from the Master. And all of that power funneled through me. I kept the lion’s share, and let my most devoted followers receive just enough to keep them loyal and spread mayhem.

The power flowing through me sustained me, enraptured me, and strengthened me. My muscles crackled with hidden demonic might, I could demolish bricks, concrete, and steel with ease, one blow of my fist reducing it to rubble. But it wasn’t just my body that was strengthened, it was also my magical gifts. For the hand of the Master had taken my mortal talents and engorged them with demonic power. All my spells were supercharged, especially my hellfire. But even this was but a mere trickle of the power that awaited once the Master’s name became revealed.

10:23 Ishmael_Gregor: Frustration spiked through me again. But that was not a problem for tonight. Tonight I would select a new lieutenant for my cause, and enjoy a bit of relaxation and blood sport. As the limo pulled to a stop and exited onto the street, I looked up at the warehouse, every window tightly sealed, every door heavily guarded. This is where it all began, where I got my start. This is the neighborhood where I learned how to be a man. How to take what I wanted. This is where the master found me.

For you see, though I was born in Russia, my parents emigrated to the US when I was a very small boy. They settled here, in New York. Life was hard, money was tight, and the streets where I grew up were brutal. They molded me, shaped me, and taught him how to survive, how to conquer.

By the time I was 13, I’d already left home. My parents were simply an obstacle at that point. Already, I was street smart. Already my mind and will to dominate far exceeded the street trash around me. Already my body was growing in strength and power. I was a force to be reckoned with.

10:23 Ishmael_Gregor: I quickly started finding ways to earn money that were far from legal, while managing to keep the law from tracking me down. All I cared about was power. I fed off the suffering of my foes and every setback only increased my determination to conquer the next challenge.

When I was first starting out, I ended up on the wrong end of my first couple of streetfights, but I didn't cry about it, instead I pushed myself to adapt and grow. Using my criminal earnings, I invested heavily in my body, getting a gym membership, eating right, building up my body until I was a ringer for a Greek god.

To complete my self-investment, I joined an MMA gym, learned how to ground fight, streetfight, and fistfight, earning myself a black belt at the academy by the time I turned 16. I didn't lose fights anymore, and my skills with my feet and fists were gaining such a reputation in shady circles that I was heavily sought after as a bouncer, despite my smaller frame and build.

10:23 Ishmael_Gregor: Building my body, learning to fight, earning my way, built me into a utterly self-confident, cold, calculating male specimen, with an attitude of taking what I wanted any way I could get it. I could smooth talk people when needed, or trash talk them, or beat them to a fucking pulp. It was all the same to me. All people were simply a means to an end.

A young man of 20 now, with a criminal record, and endless ambition, it was about this time that I attracted the attention of the New York mob. They offered me a place in their family as hired muscle. This was my break. I took to my new life without missing a beat. On top of my already lethal hand to hand fighting skills, the veteran hitmen in the Mob took me under their wing, and taught me knife fighting, marksmanship, tactics and other skills making me as good as, or better than, the special forces of most nations.

It was at this point that I first started hearing the whispers … soft at first, but the longer I tried to catch their soft, sibilant sounds echoing in my head, the clearer they grew. They whispered of fire, of power, promising the means to fulfill my lust for domination. Slowly the voice lead me to back alley shops where long-forgotten booksellers sold me tomes of power, demonic magic. As I read through them with a savage delight, I absorbed their secrets and unraveled their mysteries with the greatest of ease. I had an unmistakable talent for the mastery of the occult, the ancient demonic magics. Soon, the power of my mind, my mastery of magic grew to match my physical gifts. It was then the master nudged me, suggesting a grand plan, a scheme that would see me as the living vessel of all his power, in much the same way that Shazam was the vessel of the Wizard’s power.

10:23 Ishmael_Gregor: A scheme that promised me nothing less than total domination of all the Earth. So it was that I planned and carried out a coup, all in one night. When the sun rose, the old Mob Boss and all his supporters were dead, leaving me as the head of the New York Mob. It was then that I began rewarding my followers with a kind of power they had never seen or tasted. The power of the Master flowed through me now, feeding off the fear, the death, the chaos, and as I told them of the Master, he entered them through their fear and lust for power. And so it began, the more who believed in me and the Master, the stronger my power grew, spreading like wildfire through the underground world of crime all across the globe, with me at the pinnacle of it all. And now, there was just one final obstacle. Shazam. As my master had explained, the Wizard who had imprisoned him had crafted a spell of such power and complexity that only the despair-filled seed of the Wizard’s champion combined with the blood from his dead corpse could reveal to me his name.

Soon I would have enough power to challenge Shazam.

10:23 Ishmael_Gregor: But as I said, for tonight, it was time to choose a new lieutenant. I walked past Andrew, the man’s unbelievably massive muscle so large that all his clothes needed to be specially tailored, his strength so vast that I’ve seen him literally crush a man’s skull to a pulp with one hand, caught my eye as I passed, whispering into my ear, I have to talk Boss, I’ll come find you once the fight starts. I nodded. Whatever he had to say, it was important. Andrew was perhaps my most trusted follower, despite his easy going nature. That easy going nature hid a vast reserve of power and devotion to me and the Master. I made my way up the stairs, and into my private seating area, with the best view of the fight pit in the entire warehouse. Tonight, the current champion, Sergei Constance, would decimate the 10 other contenders. Of course he would. For he was demonically enhanced, one of my most trusted lieutenants. And perhaps the most beautiful. Certainly he was the most ruthless and deadly.

However, whichever contender fought the hardest, survived the longest, impressed me the most would earn my special favor, and if I judged him worthy, would become another of my lieutenants, gifted with demonic enhancement. I stood then, as the crowd grew silent.

10:23 Ishmael_Gregor: Silently, I examine the contestants. It was a diverse group tonight. Three white men, three black men, one arabic man, one hispanic man, and two asians. But instantly my eyes focused on one of the white men. He looked young, too young. He was exceptionally well muscled, every sinew and cord, every brick and muscle on his body lean, hard, and radiating power. And he was handsome, with the stunning perfection that one only sees in Hollywood. And he was arrogant. The look on his face showed only the anticipation of an easy fight, no fear, no concern. My eyes narrowed, and I felt a whisper from the Master … *watch him, watch him closely, something is not right about that one* Perhaps that was what Andrew meant to speak to me about. But we shall see.

I spoke, We are gathered here tonight to honor the Master with our blood, our power, and our lust for conquest. Fight with one goal firmly in your mind. Every drop of blood you spill in his name, every bone you shatter in his name, every foe you maim in his name, will hasten the day of his return. For on that day, the world will be OURS. NOW FIGHT! I ring the bell.

10:23 Billy_Batson: Immediately when Gregor had sounded the start everyone moved. No alliances were made tonight.
The first guy that rushed towards me, or better said stomped, was a bull of black guy. He was actually not as tall as I am, but he was wide on the shoulders. Thick and stacked with muscle. A bodybuilder through and through. I eagerly waited till he got to me and let him make the first move. He went straight for a bearhug. Logical with his massive chest and arms. I bet he is a great hugger. I did keep my arms up high and wide making sure he only grabbed my chest which slammed against his. pecs against pecs, abs against abs. Rubbing against each other. And I felt him unleash his destructive crush on me. Or destructive if he didn’t try to crush someone with the additive ‘super’ in his title. I felt the pressure on my skin when he tried to instantly destroy me. But after the first seconds his face already shifted in surprise when I held out without too much trouble. I chuckled. Thought you could take out the ‘skinny’ lad, didn’t you? To bad for you. And I moved my arms, my fists slamming into his sides. I had to keep back most of my strength out of fear I would break his bones or even kill him. Which was not easy and evident after the first punch making him grunt and groan and hearing a small crack. I must have already done damage to at least one bone. And despite all that muscle he had a brain. He tried to let me go and take a step back to recover and come up with something else.
I said tried, for my next punches hit him so fast that by the time he had let me go he immediately went down on his knee, his hands moving towards his left side which I practically destroyed without even trying. And then my fist flew down, smacked the top of his forehead, his head forced down, smacking on his huge pec shelf and bouncing up, his eyes rolling up till only white was visible and he went down like a tree. One down. 8 to go.

10:23 Billy_Batson: But before I could pay attention to anyone else, my arms suddenly wrapped themselves around my waist and I was supplex slammed to the concrete floor. Not once, not twice, but thrice. And then held in that position for a bit while I felt those arms squeeze. What the… And I looked and saw it was the Mexican luchador guy. He had snuck up on me from behind while I was dealing with the bodybuilder guy. Of course I was perfectly fine. Those silly supplex slams doing nothing to me. Adam’s slams, now those rocked me hard every time, but still I had to play the part so I moaned falsely and had my eyes half closed to play the part. I felt he let me go, got up himself, reached down, lifted me up, flipped me upside down, head facing the floor and I noticed us rising up in the air since he jumped and then he slammed me face first onto the concrete in a piledriver. The crowd cheered when they saw me smacking onto it. I guess they were hoping that my skull would crack and brains would splatter out. To bad for them it didn’t. Again I played the part where I seemed to be nearly out. And that was when he made ‘the mistake’ I would capitalize on in a few moments. His foot stomped on my chest, pushed my relaxed pecs around a bit, if I flexed he foot would probably bounce off from their hardness, and then flexed a most muscular first into my face before rising his

10:23 Billy_Batson: arms up, waving at the crowd, riling them up like if he was in a normal battle. From the corner of my eyes I saw his lust, his rod visibly growing. He was clearly loving the way things were going.
So not paying attention to me, thinking I was done for I suddenly switched into action, my legs swirling, kicking his shins, swiping his legs from under him so that he would fall down on me. For an instant I flexed so he smashed on a body that was way harder than concrete, dazing him and I punched him in the face, forcing him off me and then quickly swirled my body and moved my legs, wrapping them around his own into a figure four lock and then I started twisting his legs to the breaking point. His cry of pain was heard throughout the arena. I leaned forward and unleashed a barrage of punches into his chest, quickly tenderizing his pecs before I let go of him and then kicked his head hard enough to make him go to sleep.

10:23 Billy_Batson: I was getting into the game, starting to have some fun, felt my rod stir a bit despite neither of the two even coming close to pushing me. Point in fact I was not tired nor even sweaty, which some noticed and wondered if I was acting or how I could take it so far without any worry.
Then I heard some Chinese words thrown at me and one of the 2 asian guys moved towards me. Punching, kicking, spinning his body while advancing towards me. It was pure choreography and grace. He, like me, was not the biggest, most massive guy around here. Our bodies were fairly even in that aspect. But dude did you have to telegraph your entire range of moves to me. You think I was impressed or scared? This is insulting. So I did not even bother to act with this guy. Once he got close to me and I saw the opening I simply launched a kick. My foot hit the side of his head, forcing his body to fly a few feet sideways, slamming against the steel cage. His warcries cut off abruptly and he simply slided down into a pile of meat.
Be careful not to overdo it Billy. You need to keep yourself restrained till you meet Gregor and see if he is our guy. Restrain yourself. Yeah forgot Adam was watching through me. But I was a bit cocky, totally not worried and slightly getting horny from these mock fights and seeing all those naked muscles around me. So my reply was exactly that. Cocky…
Oh don’t you worry babe. I got this. I heard him incredulously sputtering in my mind. Whether from the fact that I was clearly not taking this seriously or from me calling him babe I couldn’t tell.

10:23 Billy_Batson: So ignoring him I turned around and saw 2 guys fighting. I moved towards them at the same time as Sergi did and without us even acknowledging each other we both took one of those 2 guys and forced them to fight us, breaking apart their little bout.
My fourth guy was one of the two other white guys. As tall as me, quite built, but not overly and killer abs that put mine to shame. Just the look of those 2 sets of 4 thick perfectly squared bricks made my rod grow big. Okay Billy's cock was not as large as Adam or Shazam, but still I was lucky in that department so it was waaay above average. And the guy noticed this and his face scowled. Specially since his was…euhm well less then average. Micro even. I guess he had a complex about that. He unleashed a set of punches and kicks in response. Seems he was into Muy Tay. Not my area of expertise, but with Adam’s training and a bit more than normal reflexes I blocked most of them.

10:23 Billy_Batson: Except the punches and kicks that led to my abs. When I didn’t flex them his blows did manage to push them in a tiny bit. But they didn’t do any damage. And he was visibly getting angry about that since his techniques got sloppy. I stopped moving all together and put my arms above my head, shifting in a posing stance and let him hit my abs over and over while remaining perfectly standing still. The crowd’s gaze locked on us seeing how a lean ripped guy took all those blows with impunity.
Billieeeeee… I sigh when I heard Adam’s one word encompassing an entire disapproving speech and I sigh. Fine. And light on my feet I evaded his next punch making him lean forward too much and then I launched my own barrage on those perfect abs, forcing him to bend over, cough out air and spit, taking my time to slowly destroy his core. Part to make sure I don’t ‘exaggerate’, but mostly just for the fun of feeling my fists hitting those bricks. Suffice to say the guy had to focus all he had to just survive my onslaught, unable to retaliate or move away. It didn’t take long before he collapsed on his knees. A quick spinning kick later and his body skittered and rolled over the floor till he too hit the steel of the cage and remained there for the rest of the battle.

10:23 Billy_Batson: I raised my arms high above me and yelled oh yeah, that’s how it’s done! Giving the crowd a good look of my stretched out body, the definition of my pecs, abs, striated arms and legs all still quite evident. Yeah I couldn’t grow this body anymore, but hot damn I look good. And I know it.
Then I lowered my arms and looked around to see who my next victim…ahem adversary would be and I noticed they were all down. Except Sergi. I was actually surprised. I knew I had been playing a bit with the other four, but he took down the other 5 already at the same time. So I turned further and saw him standing in the middle of the arena, calm and composed with a semi hard one. But his eyes caught me a bit off guard. I saw not just a fighting lust. But more. Something…darker And then I noticed the few blood drops on his body and looked at the other 5 and realized he did not only take them down fast, but also brutally. Far more than I did. I had played with my four guys, but watched out not to harm them too much. Looks like he didn’t care. I turned my head back to him and now really focused my attention on him with my enhanced senses and then both me and Adam felt it. He hid it well. Very well, but we sensed his demonic power. He was enhanced and contrary to most of the rabble I dealt with in the streets he was in control of his power. Still I felt his power being nowhere near my level. He might actually give me a bit to work with to make a show for the crowd and all that, but I knew I could deal with him. And in the corner of my eye, behind him in his booth I noticed Gregor paying attention to us. No, not us, me. I had his attention, just as I wanted. I rolled my head and shoulders and punched my fists together, a few drops of sweat flying off me and then since I am the young cocky lad I stretched out my arm, opened my hand, palm upwards and then waved at Sergi in the ‘come and get me’ move. Time for the main course.

10:23 Sergei_Constance: Nearly fight time, checking the time while I checked out my body. I tell you, there is nothing like a bit of demon fire to push your bod to the next level. I mean, I was ripped before, but demon fire, it’s better than juice.

Yet again, I patted myself on the back for choosing the right side. When Ishmael launched that coup that took out the old Boss man, I was one of the fat bastard’s bodyguard. But I saw which way the wind was blowing. So I killed the fucker myself. Snapped his neck like a twig.

I’ll admit, I was a bit surprised when Ismael made this crazy speech about demons and masters, but when he called out me and Andrew, and stuck his hands on our forehead, sending that weird fiery shit all through our bodies, everyone saw that Ishmael were not fucking around.
He was not. He named us both as his first lieutenants. Ever since that demon fire, it’s been in my blood. Making me stronger, harder, faster than any other man I ever met. We’ve been his right hand men ever since this shit started, and when the Master finally showed up, we’d be sitting in the lap of luxury.

We’d get the best of everything. Fast cars. Hot men. Loose women. Power, control, hell, he even promised to give me Germany. Why? Cause those German muscle dudes have tight asses. I grab my crotch, giving it a jiggle.
I was gonna plow my way through one side of that country and up the other, leaving a line of thick muscled Germans with ripped up asses.

10:23 Sergei_Constance: My job now was to help Ishmael pick out new lieutenants. Only the toughest and hardest bad-asses were worthy of receiving a dose of the demon fire. I was born for this job. I got off on fucking up tough dudes. If they survived, they might be worthy to join the ranks. And if they died, well, no great loss.
After getting demon touched, I plowed my way to the championship of New York’s underground fighting rings. And now, a few times a month, I’d plow through the contenders who stupidly thought they had a chance. They didn’t. But they might get something even better. Ishmael’s touch.

Grinning, I sauntered out to the fight pit, lined with reinforced steel, to check out the night’s prey. When I got there, I was a bit surprised to see some tight-muscled, skinny fucker instead of the big muscled dumbfuck that had been given a golden ticket. I shrugged, whatever. Maybe I’d have some extra fun with that one.
He definitely was put together in a way that made my cock jump. He was cocky as fuck to boot. Nothing hotter than ripping a cocky dude a new asshole.

10:23 Sergei_Constance: I gave a quick look at the rest of the opponents, but they were nothing special. I might let a few of them live, if they impressed me. I listened to Ishmael give his usual speech, then the bell rang. It was fight time.

I immediately went for the biggest man of all, a massive Japanese man, dressed up as a sumo wrestler. This was gonna be fun. He lumbered towards me, trying to catch me in a bearhug, but I wasn’t in the mood for it tonight. Instead, I gave him a hug of my own, wrapping my steel-hard arms around the massive girth of his waist. I locked my hands behind his back, then grinning at the shocked look in his eyes, started to crush. He was a big boy, there was a lot of him to crush, but my demon touched muscle was up to the task. He could tell something was wrong as I started to deform his body. It weren’t precisely easy, but it wasn’t too hard, and after about 20 seconds the huge Sumo wrestler was suddenly sporting about a 30 inch waist. He screamed when I shattered his ribs. But he stopped screaming after I scooped him up off his feet as though he were a lightweight, and launched him headfirst into the steel walls. There was a spray of blood from his mouth, then he was done.

10:23 Sergei_Constance: I turned, and out of the corner of my eye, saw the skinny white boy KO a massively muscled black dude, seemingly without breaking a sweat. That made me do a double take. What the hell? But the distraction cost me. The other two black studs had decided to double team me. I dodged a snapkick aimed at my chin distractedly, while absent-mindedly blocking a hook for my liver from the other one. I pushed that skinny white dude out of my mind, and focused on this tag team. Teaming up against me, that was smart, but also stupid of them. I could tell by their gear, opening moves, and compression shorts, that they fancied themselves MMA bad-asses. I grinned at them. One of them went low, while the other went high, one foot sweeping my legs out from under me, while the other drove a straight right between my chest. I went with it, for variety, and landed flat on my back. I was impressed. The two obviously trained together. One grabbed my right arm, and the other my left, each one dropping into a fall away arm bar.

10:23 Sergei_Constance: On any normal fighter, this would mean two broken arms. But for me, it meant two broken men. They had my arms held tight, but I flexed my biceps, and with only a moderate amount of demon touched strength, a small grunt perhaps, I curled my arms so powerfully they were yanked forward, smashing heads over my chest. I kipped up, sending the two flying. I decided to let them live, their teamwork interested me, and might interest Ishmael. But I was kind of pissed at them for getting the jump on me. I kicked one in the liver with my left foot, and kicked the other in his hard-muscled right pec. They both collapsed screaming, one started spitting up blood from his ruptured liver, and the other started coughing up blood from his broken rib cage. Must have punctured a lung.

10:23 Sergei_Constance: Three down. I turned, and saw that the skinny white man was just finishing off the Mexican luchador. The man had been messed up savagely. Something was not right here. But, I knew that Gregor would deal with it. The other white guy was zeroing in on me. Holy shit. I recognized him. But I bet he didn’t recognize me. He was a cop. One of NYPD’s detectives. He’d been trying to infiltrate the Mob for the past months. Gregor had let him in because it amused him, and it was useful to feed the cops false crap. Seems like Gregor had decided his usefulness was now at an end. Here was this poor cop, thinking that he’d finally make it into Gregor’s inner circle. But the only place he’d be making it into was a shallow grave. He was good, I could tell by the way he stood. He was hard muscled, and well endowed too, nice cock on him. His face was hard, serious, and he wasn’t smiling. He came at me, not a movement wasted, not showing off, but going for the kill. His fist shot towards my throat with some impressive speed, while his knee launched itself for my balls. He knew his way around a street fight. His eyes widened in shock as I caught his fist with a movement so fast it wasn’t humanly possible. He was further shocked when my other hand seized his knee. Then he screamed as I crushed his fist, breaking every bone in his hand with a sadistic smile of pleasure. Then he screamed again when I twisted his knee, dislocating it and tearing tendons. Then he stopped screaming when my fist smashed his Adam’s apple so hard it ruptured, leaving him with a very wrong looking dent in his throat and blood spraying out of his mouth. Didn’t take him long to die, unable to breath and choking on his own blood.

10:23 Sergei_Constance: I turned then, and found the Arab guy fighting the one remaining white guy. The Arab guy was handsome as hell, covered in hairy muscle, a close cropped, thick black beard, and with a look of confidence in his eyes that turned me on no end. He was a kick boxer, and a good one. But he was fighting the wrong dude. I reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder, just as the skinny white dude grabbed the white guy he was fighting. The Arab guy had muscles nearly as sharp cut as mine, his hairy body only accentuating the perfection of his physique. And he moved with that special grace and flow that only the most elite fighters can manage. His confidence was sexy as hell. This one … I was going to fuck. He came at me with an impressive opening salvo, and brutal right left combination, followed by a sneaky snap kick for my liver. I blocked the right left combo, caught his leg, used it as a handle, swung him around, and smashed him face first to the mat. There was an explosion of blood from his face as he crashed hard to the mat, and a sick SNAP as the move broke his leg. I dropped on top of him while he started to scream, and plunged my thick, hard cock right up his hairy ass. He screamed louder as I raped him. His ass was tight. Probably a virgin. But now it was mine. I think I’ll keep this one too. If only because he’s got such a hot body, and a tight ass. I kick him in the ribs, breaking a few, and knocking him out while he smashes into the cage.

10:23 Sergei_Constance: I turn, and look to see the skinny white man. He was the only other victim left. My eyes narrowed as I examined the four men he’d dispatched. No blood, no deaths, and yet he’d finished them just as quickly as I’d finished mine. I glanced up once at Ishmael, uneasy. Something wasn’t right. I looked at him closer, and noticed the cocky look on his face. He knew what I’d done to the five other men. And despite that, he was still that fucking cocky? Well. However tough he was, whatever his game was, he was about to taste some demon touched muscle.

I flexed every muscle in my body, feeling the heat as the fire spread through my veins, cords popping out, tendons tense, biceps bulging, abs turning diamond hard, every steel cut brick sharp as a knife. Then, I charged this bastard, not holding back, using all my strength and speed, launching myself at the last second with a super leap, planning on spearing my knee right through those chiseled abs of his and out the other side!

10:23 Billy_Batson: My invitation riled him up. I saw him flex every bit of his amazing body. Biceps bulging and veins creeping down those arms, those chiseled abs densing and turning into something so delicious I felt my fists ache. Every part of his quads accentuated with definition. And I sensed his demonic power flowing over him. The guy was getting serious with me. And I knew he would unleash more power on me then on his other 5 guys. It only made me eager. Some pre wetting the tip of my tool.
Then he shot into action and launched himself with quite some speed. Any normal would have been caught off guard. To me when I focused myself he came in slow motion, giving me ample time to see his moves and anticipate them. So when he leaped at me, his knee out, aiming straight for my core I flexed them, turning them in my own row of nicely cut bricks. His smash hit my abs hard. The blunt force behind it was enough to lift me off my feet and make me fly backwards, smashing into the cage, bending the steel a bit before I fell down and landed on both my feet. I straightened up and while using my cocky smile I rubbed my hands over my abs. Not a blemish to see. not even a red spot where you kicked me.

I then rushed myself, closing the gap fast and launched my own fist into his abs. My fist sinking into his core some, but not outright destroying your abs. I could have since I was still holding quite a bit, but I wanted to have some fun with him first. My punch did force him to bend over a bit and I leaned myself forward, putting my head next to his head and whispered; Is that all you got? your demonic power is lame dude.
And I immediately took some steps back, still smiling and enjoying that surprised face. Everyone thought it was because I got you good when you failed to get me. But that couldn't be further from the truth.

10:23 Sergei_Constance: My knee smashed into his core, right on target, blasting this cocky mother fucking arrogant piece of cocky trash right across the fight pit, slamming him savagely into the cage wall. He was down, down and out. Job fucking done. But ... then my jaw dropped open. He simply landed on his feet, that cocky grin on his stunningly handsome face not faltering for a moment.

He rubbed his abs, and to my shock, there wasn't even a red mark. His abs were perfect. Chiseled out of stone, tight, hard, completely untouched. His entire body was cut out of steel. Then, while I was still gaping, he charged me. Coming at me far faster than any normal man, hell, I'm not even sure my demon-touched muscle could move that fast. When his fist hit my rock-hard armored abs, the impact was so brutal, his fist compacted my bricks, sinking a bit into my herculean core. Somehow, I kept my flex, but the pain that ripped through my battered abs took my breath away, forcing me to partially bend over.

10:23 Sergei_Constance: The only man who could have hit me that hard was Ishmael. But this man's power was not demonic. And what a fucking goddamn arrogant piece of shit ... calling me lame? My eyes flashed, but I looked up at Gregor, who was watching the lean muscled white man with an intensity that I'd rarely seen. Whoever this lean muscled young dude was, he wasn't precisely human.

He'd caught Ishmael's interest all right. But not in a good way. I wasn't about to give up though. Time to pull out all the stops. With a growl of rage, I snapped behind him, with a surge of demonic speed, getting a good look at the hard, sharp, chiseled muscles spreading across his back. In a blur of motion, my foot smashes hard into the back of his knee, my hand snaps up to grab his thick hair, forcing him down to one knee, pulling back hard on his head, exposing his throat.

I drove my other fist down into his Adam's apple with a blow that should cave his throat in, just like it did that cop's. But I wasn't leaving anything to chance, and speared him in the middle of his spine with a knee strike that should break his spine in half.

10:23 Billy_Batson: Oh I pissed him off. That's for sure. Hope he got something good to show me or I might yawn into his face. Real or deliberate... And he did try to deliver. A punch to the adam's apple. That would have destroyed anyone's throat but mine. Still I felt the hit and in a reflex I was forced to cough a bit much to his delight. He really thought he had scored one on me. While at the same time he pressured my back, forcing my body to rise up and bend both sides over his leg, pushing out my chiseled abs.

But I did not give him the satisfaction he wanted for I was far from out. I had to give him credit, for he was using his demonic powers better than the ones I dealt with the past few months. But if he thought he was some champion, then he would have to get a lot stronger.
Without hesitation I grabbed both sides of his head, put some pressure on that skull of his, my fingers pressing in a bit, but just not enough force to crack his skull. But I knew he would feel that. And then I crunched and rose my chest upwards, my forehead bashing into his nose, breaking it, blood spatters flying out of it. This was enough to separate us and we both got up, your hands grabbing your nose and resetting it in one smooth move. Your mind still utterly focused.

I immediately jumped in a spinning kick, my foot slamming straight into his pecs forcing him to take multiple steps back. I landed on my feet and stood there quite relaxed, my shit eating grin still plastered on my face. While yours was quite the opposite. Specially when you notice that unlike my abs your pecs do show a red foot imprint on them.
And to add insult to the injury I grabbed my balls and cock and moved my loin to give it a little thrust to move in your direction while stating loud so everyone could hear it Come on man. Show me why you are the champ. Or maybe I should say the chump?

10:23 Sergei_Constance: I felt something give when I smashed his throat, but instead of the sound of his Adam's apple collapsing, I got a cough. But it was SOMETHING. I can hurt him. And while my knee didn't break this arrogant's fuck's spine, it bent him nearly double over my knee, giving me a good view of his lean, steel-cabled muscle, displaying those incredible abs and pecs. I was getting ready to drive my fist into his throat again, when his hands suddenly shot up and clamped the side of my head like a basketball.

The spiking pressure from his fingers was sending knives of agony spiking through my brain. I gasped in pain, fighting back the urge to scream, trying to pry his hands off my head before he crushed my skull like an egg. Who WAS this mother fucker? HOW THE FUCK WAS HE SO STRONG? To my shock, for his next fucking trick, he headbutts me from below, hitting my nose harder than a sledgehammer, breaking it clean, and sending blood spraying everywhere.

This was now a fight for my survival. This mother fucker could kill me. That focused me laser hard. Cold as ice now, focused on finding a way to beat you, I reset my nose, and moved towards you, only for your foot to slam savagely into my thick, concrete hard pecs like a wrecking ball, sending me blasting backwards, back pedaling hard. My pecs are throbbing, with a big red mark on them. Whereas I haven't even scratched you, and you sit there with that cocky, arrogant grin.

10:23 Sergei_Constance: Rage flashes in my eyes, growing hotter and hotter. So this bastard wanted to see why I'm the champ? I'll fucking show him why. The demon fire started to rise up inside me, and little red flashes of fire started dancing across my body, as my muscles seemed to harden, every vein popping out, every line growing sharp and steel cut. Responding to my raw rage, the demon fire burned hotter.

I charged at you, cocking my right fist, intending to wipe that fucking grin off your face. My rage was so hot, that hell fire suddenly engulfed my fist, so when I fired off that right cross to slam into your jaw, it delivered a savage blast of hell fire at the same time. Without missing a beat, I leaned back on one foot, chambered my leg, with my foot also wreathed in hell fire, so hot you could feel the heat from where you stood, then snapped it savagely into your balls. Let's see how this arrogant asshole deals with hell fire.

10:23 Billy_Batson: I saw that glare of death in your eyes and knew you were pissed off. But that's what I wanted. I soooo wanted to see what you could do with all your power. At the same time I was ignoring Adam's voice in my mind. But I didn't know what he was saying. I knew he was pissed at me since I wasn't taking it seriously and overdoing it. Showing a bit too much of my power by barely being phased by Sergei's assaults. I didn't care. I wanted to feel his best, his most destructive and then show him he wasn't even in my league.

So when he came to me I raised a sloppy defense, one his left fist immediately slapped away, opening the way for his right cross that was heading to my jaw. Immediately I noticed that there was more to it than just pure strength. your fist got engulfed in flame, no longer hiding your powers from the spectators, though by their lack of shock makes me wonder if they already saw it or maybe know you were more than the average guy. In that split second where my brain processed that information your fist hit my jaw and it was pushed aside. The force behind it intensified by that strange flame. And I just felt and knew it got scorched a bit. Immediately followed by that kick bashing into my balls. The power behind it pressed my balls somewhat into my groin, but it did fail to blast me into the sky or anything. Heck it failed to crush my balls, which you probably hoped it would. Though the heat of that demonic fire was unpleasant to say the least.

I immediately grabbed your leg and used more force than during this entire battle to lock it in place, making sure you couldn't move it.
I turned my head back to face yours and my smile had disappeared.
Hands of the merchandise. Only one guy is allowed to touch it like you just did I growled.

And in a flow I raised my own leg, my foot kicking on the quad of your trapped leg, cracking the bone, dropping it down while my fist slams into your core, breaching it, pushing fist deep into your gut.

10:23 Billy_Batson: And when you stumbled back I grabbed your balls and started to squeeeeeze them. Hard!
And with a nasty smile I whisper to you so only you hear it: Bet you like this, do you?

10:23 Sergei_Constance: As my flaming fist and foot smashed into his jaw and his balls, I was drawing on every ounce of demonic power I had at my call. I was going to burn this mother fucker to the ground. But although my fist pushed your jaw to the side, and scorched it a bit, it was far less than I had hoped. The same with my foot, I scorched your gonads, pushed them around, but did nothing permanent.

The shock in my eyes was evident as I looked up at Gregor. But he gave me no sign. He was focused like a laser on this freakishly strong young man, all muscle and bluster, with the power to back up his arrogance. When I looked back, trying to figure out how I could possibly hurt this freaky fucker, my leg was seized in a fucking vise like grip. I tried desperately to yank it free, hopping on one leg, but it was no use. But the worst was that look in your eye. Your smile was gone. And you were all business when you spoke next. Only one guy? Which guy?

I was trying to figure out what the fuck you were talking about, when suddenly your foot slammed into my trapped quad like an armor-piercing missile. I let out a shriek as my thigh is snapped like a piece of kindling, the massive quad muscles crushed and torn to pieces by the shockwave from the impact of that brutal kick.

10:23 Sergei_Constance: Then, the next moment someone dropped a fucking atomic bomb in my core. Your fist smashed into my tightly flexed core, shattering my defenses in one brutal blow, ripping through the steel-hard ab bricks, turning them to mush while your fist sank to the hilt inside my shattered abs. I was, for the first time since gaining my demonic powers, gutted. Gutted to the core. I dry heaved, and gasped, my strength seeming to suddenly ebb away from me. I felt .. for the first time in this fight, fear. Fear and rage and pain warred inside me. One thing was absolutely certain. I hated you, hated you more than I'd ever hated anyone.

I stumbled back, in agony, feeling broken inside, when you decided to humiliate me even further, grabbing my balls. I gasped, a shudder rippling through my body. I wanted to be sick. You were crushing my nuts... CRUSHING MY FUCKING NUTS! I let out a gurgle of deep pain, the kind of pain every male dreads. I dry heaved, screaming in a thin, high voice the agony unbearable as my balls were literally being crushed.

It was true, my cock was rock hard. I'd always gotten off on pain, even pain like this, but it was a total fucking humiliation when I wasn't the one in CHARGE of the pain. Desperately, I bashed your face with one fist while you mocked me. With my other, I reached out for your eyes, trying to fucking claw your eyeballs out. I looked up at Gregor, and there was a pleading expression on my face, begging the Boss for help.

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