Riptide: Troubled Superhero (1)

(Foreword: I know this isn't the usual wrestling content you find in my blog, but I also have a spot for jobbers in the comic book/superhero arena as well. Something hot about the iconic superhero image made to grovel.)

I'm what you might call a superhero.  I mean I have most of the requirements going for me:

1. Hot body; 6' 210lbs 30 inch waist, biceps like softballs and a cobblestone 8 pack set of abs.  Not to blow my own horn or anything but if you're going to run around in leather and spandex you gotta be a healthy specimen am I right? I live in Comber City and doing my best to keep the city safe and look damn good doing it ;-)

2. impressive powers; I have superhuman strength and telekinetic control over water but it takes a lot of energy and concentration so that often gets sketchy.  Can't breathe underwater though...that would have been  even cooler.

3. Flashy costume; to compliment #1.  I figured why not flaunt what i got, besides i need to be streamlined in the water, the less skin covered the better.  Knee high white boots, sea foam liquid latex brief over a matching thong leotard that takes the term "painted on" to a new level, fingerless white gloves and half mask shaped like two waves along my temples. 

4.  Weaknesses: Electricity, yeah sucks right? It's even more deadly to me while I'm "connected" and controlling water with my mind-it's like my body becomes an extension of the water itself and so much as a spark of static electricity from wool carpet can knock me flat on my ass.  I did the 9v battery trick as a kid, was basically comatose for 3 days.  I also get dehydrated fairly quickly and can't go more than a day or two without water, or I'm in pretty fucked shape. 

5.  Arch Enemies. Okay hokey title but you gotta stick with tradition sometimes.  The two biggest thorns in my side? X-Static and Sandstorm.  X-Static was actually a fairly happy employee at the local power plant but sank into bitter madness after an unfortunate accident at the plant after hours that put half the city out of power for a night and put Static (formerly Neil Menza) in the hospital for three weeks, he returned to work for less than a month before he finally quit and Neil was never seen again after leaving his office that last day. Now Neil is known as X-Static, he feeds off and can actively conduct electrical currents, and can actually use lightning bolts to sort of teleport himself anywhere he chooses, so fighting him during storms is basically suicide.  Shedding the thick glasses and lab coat of Neil, Static now terrorizes the city in a suit made of strategically placed white lightning bolts over his pecs and a sheer white brief with a solid bolt covering his crotch and center of his ass.

The other biggest threat to me in the city is Sandstorm.  Bastard is vicious and has nearly killed me on countless occasions.  I've actually never defeated him really-more of a Rocky kind of scenario where he just gets tired of kicking my ass and goes into hiding for a while.  A huge fucking bruiser with shoulders the size of my head, I've gotten my ass handed to me by this guy without even calling up his powers.  He can make gale force winds with his mind and he can turn shapeshift or turn his body into any quantity of sand.  I can't count how many times he's had me suffocating with that lovely combo.  The worst part about him is, I know what he looks like, but he almost never comes out in his natural form so I can be standing right next to him and never know it until it's too late.  In his natural state he's just a big bodybuilder looking blonde dude in a brown speedo and boots, no flair for fashion in that one.  His lackeys Dirt Devil and SunSpot are a force to be reckoned with as well.  Teen twin brother and sister they look fairly harmless, but they can have you begging for mercy in seconds.

The reason I said I'm what you might call a superhero is because I've only been doing this for about 4 years now and frankly so far I haven't been all that effective against my two major enemies and always find myself needing help from heroes in neighboring cities.  Lately it's gotten even worse and I find myself getting humiliated by even the most common convenience store thieves.  It started when Static finally made my weakness public, broadcasting a humiliating session after my latest beating and capture (which also happened mid day at the beach as if that hadn't been bad enough).  Every television in the city and neighboring county saw X-Static's lair suddenly appear interrupting all local broadcasts.

There I was, out cold, sprawled legs wide in a heavy duty metal chair, leaned back like a dental office, my briefs gone, showing my perfect smooth ass trench split by the thong leotard, my mask half ripped off and my gloves gone, hands cuffed in iron bands attached to the chair.  Then, X-Static appeared before the camera, writhing in front of the lens and sliding his hands up and down his cut torso, low voice with a thick rolling accent over the speakers "You've wanted this."  His hands slide inside his sheer brief "You've wanted this" and he starts doing an obscene pantomime of stroking off under the flimsy brief.  before turning around, his sheer lightning bolt covered ass filling up the screen before he walks toward my body in the chair, just starting to moan and come around..."Good you're awake, I didn't want you to miss anything"  X-Static grinned right in my face and just as my eyes opened and I could put up a fight I tried jerking my hands free, muscles in my shoulders bulging as I struggle to break the iron bands.  Viewers at home see X-Static slide a hand across my barely covered chest, catching my left nipple between his fingers.  My eyes roll back and I moan out my back arched and body rigid, what the home viewers don't know is that Static is sending the smallest jolts of electricity directly into my nipple which is like a horribly painful aphrodisiac, can't help growing in my leotard as he continues rolling my nipple.  

Static's hand slides lower, to my abs, lower, out of the camera view, and TV's all over Comber saw their local hero suddenly convulse and almost levitate out of the chair mouth open in a silent O.  Bastard was doing it on purpose-to everyone it looked like I was participating in an X-Rated public service announcement, when I was really in blinding agony to the point that I couldn't even scream.  My cock growing, still out of the camera frame, as he made his forearm visibly flex for the camera, rolling his fingers against my sensitive taint and barely covered ass for kicks, sending mild electric shocks through me.  Would be no more than an irritating tickle to the common man, but for me it was like a horrible ball of erotic massage and needles blasting through my crotch and ass....

  

Superhero Jobbers

Superman in serious trouble

Conan by the amazing Iceman Blue

Another fascination of mine concerns comic book superheroes finding themselves in particularly humiliating situations and being beaten by villains and even other heroes.

These bastions of strength, virtue and good in overflowing capacity going down in forced submission just takes me to new levels. Maybe it's the years of reading comic books and watching cartoons featuring the archetype hero always coming out on top, triumphing over the more base attributes of human nature that molded me into wanting to see something different. Seeing the opposite of the expected overplayed outcome, and throwing in the not so subtle eroticism of muscled gods in full body spandex suits is a beautiful thing...at least in my opinion lol

This muscle hero unsuspecting...

The trap waiting for him

Superheroes Bound and Stripped

Gay Heroes & Wrestling

Cap. America going garrote style on GL

GL just had to grab WM's ass one more time...

GoGo Boy Robin just asking to get taken down

Bashing A Superhero

For a while I wrestled as a superhero type character in private roleplays as well as more public matches. One of the shortest and most humiliating matches I did was for a crowd in San Francisco during a summer I vacationed out there (one more crushing defeat after this one and the superhero would appear never again)

I approached the ring in the small warehouse building, getting a fair cheer from the crowd as I had managed to gain a following in the short time I had been in the area, and despite the constant defeats I suffered (although now I suspect this was the reason for the cheers, they knew they would see me destroyed in the very near future). Decked out in my skimpy hero garb consisting of high cut cerulean bikini trunks (over a white thong) knee high matching boots with white laces and a matching lycra crop top. The top sported a white starburst over my chest, and two were on the back of my trunks on each ass cheek. In contrast I wore a white eye mask with blue slashes on the sides (which matched the white thong I wore under my trunks), in my complete costume I was the Azure Avenger.

I was doomed from the second I got in the ring, I was facing The Wrangler, an admittedly sexy Cowboy heel, but he was vicious and had crushed and emasculated several of my friends in the ring. He wore brown faux suede chaps over black denim bikini brief, wicked pointed black cowboy boots with chrome over the toe. A vest matching his chaps complete with a large cowboy hat and he always came to the ring with his lasso. I vaulted over the ropes and immediately made my first fatal mistake. I turned to the crowd and climbed the second rope, giving a fists on hips pose, and then flexing my biceps for the crowd.

As soon as I lifted my arms I felt two hands on my ankles, I looked down in time to see Wrangler yank my legs back from under me, I fell BANGING my head to the ringpost and it was a complete squash from there on. I crumpled in the corner, my head a chorus of bells, to be dragged up right away by my hair, and dropped back to the mat in a reverse bulldog. My head was a mass of pain and noise now as the crowd roared seeing me savagely slammed on my head twice in quick succession. I felt his huge hands clamp over my face and I could only kick and scramble as he lifted my head up, his fingers digging into my temples as he gripped my face like a basketball. Then SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM bashing my head against the mat.

I was dragged up to my feet again, wobbly now, and I moved to look back as Wrangler ran behind me-WHAM!! his muscled arm bashed into the back of my head in a back clothesline, I crashed to the canvas face first, and again SLAMSLAMSLAMSLAMSLAM my face bashed into the canvas this time. 50 seconds into the match and I'm already nearly unconscious.

Wrangler reached down, grabbing my hair once again, and this time he went to grip my trunks, but his hand slipped and he pulled me up by my thong, wedging it high up my ass, exposing it above my trunks for everybody to see resting high above my hips. Out on my feet, led around like a puppet he lifts me up CRACKING my back over his knee and holds me there groaning, my bulge arched up right in his face, visibly starting to shift and stir in my layered ring gear. He ran his hand over my bulge, squeezing gently with a wink to the crowd , then he pulls me up so I'm sitting on his knee, and SLAMS me back to the mat jamming the heel of his palm up against my chin. My head snaps back and I collapse to the mat only to get scooped up again.

This time I'm gutbashed over his knee, knocking all the wind out of me and I hang there limp over his knee not even attempting to get off of his leg. Wrangler pulls my bright blue trunks off of me, baring my thonged ass to the crowd much to their pleasure. He bounces his knee making my limp body jerk and wriggle and he calls out "Woo! We got a live one!" and snaps his fingers against one bubble ass cheek, then the other, going back and forth until he's all out spanking me until I come around and scream when his ham-sized hand SMACKS my ass leaving a bright cherry red hand print spread across both cheeks.

Pictures flashed as he dragged me across the ring by my hair, me scrambling, crawling after him, both hands pitifully trying to rub my stinging ass as we went. He dragged me into the corner, so I was facing the crowd through the ring ropes, he grabbed both my arms pulling them back, and pressed that pointed chrome toe against my crack, teasing my hole through the thin wedgied thong as he CRANKED my arms in this modified surfboard. "Your arms hurt boy!" he yelled for the crowd to hear, yanking my arms even harder. Finally I groaned out "Yes" immediately his foot sharply kicked against my ass crack "Louder boy I don't think they heard in the back!" "YES!" I answered.

My cock steadily grew in my thong as he continued playing his toe against my barely covered ass. I could hear him laugh "Your back hurt boy?!" he yelled again, jerking my arms left and right. "FUCK YOU!" I shouted back. Unknowingly this set me up for a new finisher he had thought up and decided to test out the first chance he got in the ring. He looked at the crowd with wide eyes "I don't think I broke this one yet!" Most of the crowd started cheering thinking they were about to see something spectacular. Wrangler pressed his boot to my back, forcing my body flat to the mat, and stomped the heel of his boot to my balls that were threatening to peek out of the skimpy thong, my bulge now a full waving white flag. He pinned me to the mat by my pouch and his grip on my wrists.

I thrashed and scrambled against the mat, useless to get free as he just kept his weight pressed against my sensitive sac. "First you gotta geld the wild ones, then you put em down!!" he sounded psychotic, and the pain from my groin stopped as he moved his boot from my crotch to the back of my head, he lifted up on my arms, my head tight against the sole of his boot and he KICKED! bashing my head against the ringpost, putting me out cold.

For final humiliation he dragged me out to the middle of the ring, taking his lasso with him, he hogtied me tightly, fishing my cock out of my thong letting it stand free at throbbing attention. He brandished something out of his boot flashing it to the crowd. I learned later it was his famous branding iron, a chrome dildo with the base engraved with his insignia a w spelled in a length of rope. He turned on the vibrating dildo and pulling my thong aside he pressed the branding iron inside me. Taking the length of rope left after tying me he strung it around each ring post before finally leaving the ring, he tugged the rope slowly lifting me up, suspending me in the middle of the ring until I was level with the top rope. Giving the crowd a full view of this superhero stripped out cold as the vibrator brought me to cum soaking the mat under me in my loser load. I was unconscious and plugged with Wrangler's branding iron as the crowd all left, watching me as my out cold limp hogtied form was brought to orgasm after orgasm. Finally one of my fellow jobbers took pity and cut me down when it was apparent my body was milked dry and still quivering as I was having dry orgasms and helpless to stop it.

For his help, the other jobber (Another muscular bitchboy who wrestled as The Spangled Grappler, a patriotic punching bag who always wrestled in some variation of U.S. flag theme gear) was choked out with the Wrangler's lasso and we were both dragged out to the lockers by his evil rope.