From: WickedCrafty@aol.com WickedCrafty Avenger! Avenger flew at a leisurely pace over Metro City on his daily patrol. He was the town's sole super defender, but the mid-sized city didn't see nearly as much action as Metropolis or Gotham. Mostly, he spent most of his time serving as a deterrent against outbreaks of heavier criminal activity. At 5'8" he was short for a hero, and he weighed about 200 pounds. He had the physique of a top amateur bodybuilder -- 19 inch arms and a 51 inch chest that narrowed down to a 30 inch waist. His uniform consisted of tight white posing trunks and a skin- tight short sleeved white spandex top with a deep v-neck that exposed his strong pectoral cleavage, and was completed by a belt made up of thick metal links, and by narrow iron wrist bands and ankle bands. The thin fabric of his uniform revealed the profile of Avenger's nipples which rose from the full curve of his muscular chest, and the contour of his ripped abdominal wall could clearly be seen as well. The whiteness of his uniform contrasted sharply with his smooth, hairless olive skin. He was fiercely handsome, with short black hair, intense brown eyes and a strong, rugged jaw. Only 22, he hadn't been a hero for long, and it had only been three months since the accident at the biotech firm at which he was a lab assistant had turned him from the rather average Jason Ramirez into the superbly muscled and super-strong warrior he was today. It wasn't long before he decided to use his new powers for good, and burst onto the Metro City scene by shutting down a drug smuggling ring and apprehending the members of a gang that had been responsible for a rash of bank robberies. Since then, things had been pretty quiet -- Avenger hadn't even fought a single super- powered villain, and he wondered how he would fare if he ever had to do battle with someone who carried more firepower than a semi-automatic rifle -- bullets bounced harmlessly off of his so-far invulnerable body. As far as his super- strength was concerned, he hadn't actually tested himself to his limits yet, but he once lifted a bulldozer at a construction site without breaking a sweat. Avenger wondered if he would ever face a threat that challenged his abilities. As he surveyed the city, Avenger noticed a plume of smoke curling up from a gaping hole in the roof of the First Metro City Bank. Another bank heist, the muscled hero sighed to himself, as he quickly descended towards the bank below. He directed his tight, rock-hard body effortlessly through the hole in the roof to land on the floor of the bank lobby. It was a Sunday, so there weren't any customers or employees, but as far as Avenger could tell, no one else was in the building either. The smoke that he had seen from overheard was coming from a metal wastebasket that he been filled with paper and ignited. Then he noticed the heavy metal door to the bank vault lying on the floor. It looked like it had be violently ripped off its thick hinges and hurled at least fifty feet onto the desk of the home loan advisor. Must have been some pretty intense explosives to do that, Avenger thought, but it was weird that there weren't any scorch marks around the entry to the vault. It was then that he saw what had ripped the door off the vault. Stepping heavily through the entrance to the vault was the most massive human being Avenger had ever seen. He was easily at least a foot taller than Avenger and must have weighed around 400 pounds. Despite his enormous frame, the man was completely devoid of any body fat. As he began to slowly move towards Avenger, each ponderous step caused ripples throughout his breathtaking musculature, a musculature that was clothed only by the briefest of white spandex posing trunks with an insignia imprinted in black at the crotch -- the international symbol for biohazard. Avenger felt his jaw involuntarily open slightly as he marveled at the brute's bulging arms, mammoth thighs, and enormous chest. Thick vascularity could be seen underneath his paper-thin skin and Avenger couldn't help but focus on the monster's blocky eight-pack with its deep indentations between each of its steak-like abdominal bricks. The giant was hairless except for the sandy brown hair on the top of his head which had been shaved into a close military cut. He was clearly older than Avenger, maybe in his mid-to-late 30's, and his grey-blue eyes focused on Avenger in a menacing stare. Avenger began to wonder where this leviathan had come from, and his stomach tightened at the prospect of having to test his strength against him -- if he was as strong as he looked, it might be a problem. Avenger tensed his muscular frame as he readied himself for battle with his colossal opponent, who slowly moved towards him without speaking. Not that he was silent -- ear-splitting thuds echoed throughout the bank with each of his plodding steps. Sweat began to bead on Avenger's forehead as he anticipated the attack that was almost certain to come. What he failed to anticipate was the sledgehammer-like blow that impacted at the top of his broad, muscular back, causing his heroic body to slam into the bank floor. Fissures and fractures branched out from the indentation that the force of Avenger's body had created. Avenger barely had the presence of mind to berate himself for his inexperience as he struggled to clear his head. He looked up and over his shoulder to search for who or what had leveled him. What he saw made his blood run cold. Standing over Avenger with his fists clenched at his waist was yet another monstrous bodybuilder, even larger than the first. He was clad in the tiny spandex posing trunks, identical to the first bodybuilder's except that they were black and the biohazard insignia was imprinted in white. He looked to be about 40, and the only hair on his entire body was that of his dark brown goatee, which gave him a sinister, malevolent look. Avenger looked up at this second musclevillain and felt his spirits sink as his eyes surveyed the tremendously huge arms and fists that had sent him to the floor. He also noticed for the first time to enormous bulges barely contained underneath both men's trunks. Before Avenger could begin to even get back onto his knees, the second monster wrapped his python-sized arms under Avenger's armpits, lifting him forcibly off the ground and trapping him in a full nelson. Avenger's thickly muscled legs dangled helplessly several inches off the ground as his captor exploited his considerable height advantage. The first musclethug began to smile maliciously as he witnessed the sight of his unstoppable partner outmuscling the young bronzed superhero, mercilessly adding pressure with his unbelievably meaty forearms, biceps, and triceps. Just at this moment, what looked like a small metal hubcap floated into the bank and landed onto the floor directly in front of the immobilized Avenger. It projected a beam of light vertically from an opening in its top surface, which soon took the form of a holographic projection of a figure familiar to Avenger and to the rest of the world -- the evil genius Dr. Psion. Many times had he threatened to take over the world with his diabolical plots, and it was only through the combined efforts of Metropolis' most powerful superheroes that he was ultimately defeated each time. A wave of dread washed over Avenger as he struggled futilely against the incredibly powerful muscles that held him fast. The image of Dr. Psion began to speak. "Hello, Avenger," the mad scientist wheezed, the veins on his grossly enlarged head pulsing silently. "I see you've met my latest experiments. Forgive me for not introducing you properly. Behind you is Bulk, and in front, Mass. I like to refer to them together as Biohazard. They were originally quite muscular and strong in their own right -- not to mention quite psychopathic. They proved to be excellent subjects for my chemical manipulation of their physiological structures. Not only did their musculatures become more powerful and massive than I originally anticipated, but their minds have become almost as violently warped as my own. My hope is that they will be able to help me eliminate some of my more persistent enemies here in Metropolis. I am sorry that I can't join the three of you in person, but I have some pressing business that prevents me from leaving my laboratory." Bulk began at this point to apply even more crushing pressure on the back of Avenger's powerful neck. "Ah, I see my charges grow impatient, so I will be brief. It is important that I do not send my warriors into battle untested, and while I have trained them thoroughly here in my laboratory, it occurred to me that it might be advantageous to pit them against other metahumans to gauge their fighting abilities. They have also been absolutely incessant in their demand for a superhero to destroy. I thought that you might prove to be a suitable first opponent -- super-powered certainly, but not too challenging. I've been monitoring your exploits in Metro City, and it saddens me to inform you that your first encounter with super-powered opponents is most certainly also going to be your last. My holographic projection unit will record your imminent demise. Farewell, Avenger." With that, the image of Dr. Psion disappeared and the hubcap-like projection unit floated up towards the ceiling of the bank lobby. "Let me have him," Mass growled to Bulk. "I want to see how easily I can break his back. All the other guys Dr. Psion gave us had spines like toothpicks." "Fine, but leave somethin' fer me." Bulk released his full nelson and immediately grabbed Avenger's ample lats in his thick, meaty hands. He then effortlessly tossed Avenger towards Mass, whose musclebound torso waited to squeeze Avenger into a lifeless pulp. Just before he reached Mass' deadly embrace, he shot directly upwards using his power of flight, and hovered in the air about twenty feet above the heads of Biohazard. "I don't know for sure, but I'm betting you lunkheads can't fly," Avenger shouted down at the two leviathans. He needed a moment to gather his thoughts and figure out how he was going to fight these two mammoth musclevillains. He wasn't going to get one. "Stupid do-gooder," Mass muttered under his breath as quickly began to squat down on his huge, vascular legs. Then, using the enormous muscle power in his monstrous quads, hamstrings and glutes, he leapt straight up at an amazing speed at the dumbfounded superhero. As his gigantic form intercepted the stunned Avenger, he clasped his arms around Avenger's torso, and continued his ascent. Avenger gasped for air as the impact knocked the wind out of him, and he was completely unprepared as Mass used Avenger's muscular body to break open another hole in the bank ceiling. The two metahumans continued to sail straight up into the air. Avenger's head was swimming and he found it impossible to catch his breath as Mass still held his torso in the insanely powerful vise of his bearhug. Worse, Mass then began to headbutt Avenger with enough concussive force to shatter concrete. Avenger began to panic as he felt the raw heat of the vicious bodybuilder's chest, arms and abs and realized even more fully how totally Mass overpowered him. Mass sensed Avenger's terror and grumbled in his ear, "We haven't even started, punk." Gradually, the velocity of the two men began to decrease. Just as they began to return to earth, Mass rotated the young, disoriented hero so his head was pointed towards the ground. Using his heavy, thick legs to pin Avenger's muscled arms to his sides at the shoulders, he held the musclehero's legs together with his oversized hands. Avenger, still groggy from his treatment during their ascent, only gradually realized that his youthful, strapping body had been placed in what would be a fiendishly devastating piledriver. Before he could even think to scream, he plummeted through the hole in the bank ceiling his body had created on the way up and impacted on the floor about ten feet away from the hulking figure of Bulk. The force of Mass' piledriver opened up a five-foot deep crater in the floor of the bank lobby. Avenger's bruised body lay at the bottom. He moaned in pain and desperately tried to move but found that he barely had the energy to keep his eyes open. His face twisted in an anguished grimace as he felt himself unceremoniously lifted off the ground by his hair. Mass had climbed out of the crater and had reached down with one of his meaty, sinewy arms to hoist the muscular superhero effortlessly from where he had crashed into the floor. Avenger reached up to try to release himself from Mass' grip but was powerless to loosen the vise-like hold as Mass' fingers exerted pressure on the hero's head that would have crushed a normal human's skull like a ripe melon. Avenger then heard Bulk say threateningly, "You've had your fun. I wanna play with him now." Mass released his hold on Avenger's skull, but before Avenger's body could reach the ground, Mass placed Avenger in another inescapable full nelson. Avenger was so weak by this point that he couldn't put up even the slightest struggle to escape from the muscle monster that had immobilized him. He felt the enormous mounds of pectoral muscle press against his back as well as the villain's erect firm nipples graze against his own densely-muscled back. He winced as he also felt the his bodybuilder captor's crotch begin to grind into his tight ass. Avenger began to realize that his opponents wanted to do more to his muscled body than just break it. Bulk slowly lumbered towards Avenger, who struggled helplessly as the impossibly muscular giant began to smother him under the heavy weight of his enormous pecs. "Most guys would've splattered after that last move. You're a tough little guy," Bulk growled. "Let's see how tough." The musclevillain took one step back from the immobilized superhero and this cocked his right arm back. Bulk then let loose with a colossal blow straight at Avenger's deep pectoral cleavage. It felt like a hydrogen bomb had been detonated inside his chest. The impact of the blow ripped through Avenger's body. The young superhero made a valiant but futile effort to break Mass' granite hold on him, but it was no use. Avenger didn't know how much more of this punishment his body could take. Bulk delivered another punch at Avenger's chest, this time with his massive left arm. Then another with his right. The blows began to rain down on the center of Avenger's chest faster and faster. Soon, Bulk's arms began to blur as they moved with super-speed. Avenger screamed in agony. He felt his heartbeat become more and more erratic under the force of Bulk's torture. Bulk flashed a self-satisfied grin. "You like my Jackhammer?" he asked Avenger, whose brain was too addled from pain to make sense of what he was being told. "The Doc said I could use it to give super-types like you a heart attack. But we still want you alive -- for now." Bulk stopped his Jackhammer attack and Mass let the bruised, barely conscious superhero drop from his full nelson. Avenger slumped lifelessly to the ground, sprawled face down. Bulk sneered at the crumpled form at his feet. The brown-skinned warrior moaned and attempted to lift himself up into a kneeling position but found that his pumped-up biceps and triceps were no longer capable of lifting his body off the floor. Avenger just lay there, waiting for the torture to come, torture that he was totally unable to stop. "You're some tough kid," Mass said as he once again lifted Avenger's helpless body off the ground. "This is the most fun me and Bulk've had in a long time. Let's see what you think of this next game." Mass turned Avenger to face him and then lifted him up by his armpits so that the superhero's feet dangled about a foot off the ground. Bulk then lumbered over to the two of them and positioned his massive body so that his awesomely-muscled torso pinned Avenger against the equally monstrous pecs and chunky abs of Mass. Bulk wrapped his thick, veined arms around Mass' lat muscles, while Mass let go of Avenger, who stayed suspended in place in the muscle vise created by Biohazard. Mass then extended his arms to reach as far around Bulk's inhumanly large back as he could. "On three," Mass rumbled. "One...two...three!" Each of the two muscle monsters began to squeeze the other's back as forcefully as he could. Although Avenger was himself a large, powerful man, he was lost between the all-encompassing meat of the supervillains' bodies. Avenger felt the air being crushed out of his lungs, and he was powerless to do anything about it. He could feel the heat of the massive pecs and abs of his opponents as they pushed into his body like the walls of a human trash compactor. Above their heads, Dr. Psion's remote sensing device watched as Mass and Bulk began to shake from the kilotons of pressure they were delivering to Avenger's immobilized, suffering body. Avenger could feel his rib cage begin to buckle under the constant pressure of Biohazard's irresistible squeezing hold. He used what little remaining energy he had attempting to keep his torso firm and avoid being crumpled into an unrecognizable mass of ruined flesh and bone. His concentration began to falter as the lack of oxygen to his brain began to take its toll on him. Just as he was about to lose consciousness and relax his muscles, allowing himself to be totally defeated, Mass and Bulk separated enough to allow Avenger to fall limply into a heap on the floor. Avenger wheezed as he sucked air back into his body. Tears began to form in his eyes as every breath he took sent jagged pains through his chest and ribs. They're just toying with me, he thought, resting on his knees and forearms and holding his head in his hands on the floor. If he had been able to speak through his labored breathing, he would have shouted at the musclevillains to be done with it and kill him. As it was, he continued just trying to breathe and to ignore the agony he felt in every fiber of his wrecked body. Mass and Bulk looked lustfully down at their defeated prey. Bulk began to massage his python-like member through his thin, glossy black-and-white posing trunks. "It's gonna feel so good when I rip this boy wide open," he growled. "He's nice and tight from the look of him." He began to pull down his trunks. "What the hell you think yer doin'?" Mass snapped. "I get him first. I been waitin' fer somethin' like this for a long, long time and I ain't gonna let you take it away from me." With that, Bulk cocked his 29-inch right arm back and let fly with a uppercut directly into Mass' square jaw. The massive force of the blow sent Mass hurtling through the air to collide with a deafening crunch against the east wall of the bank lobby. Even though the wall was at least two feet thick concrete, it gave way like tissue paper as the 400-pounder crashed totally through and into the parking lot outside. Mass slowly lumbered to his feet. "So that's the way you want to play, huh?" he said as he gave a tight grin. "You got it, then." Mass suddenly began to run back through the hole his body had made in the wall, his tree-trunk sized legs pumping and propelling him with surprising speed for someone so massive. He lowered his head and powerful upper body just as he reached Bulk, ramming into his thick lower chest and upper abs with the force of a giant rhino. The air rushed out of Bulk's lungs as he was lifted off the ground and carried by Mass for about forty feet. Mass then abruptly stopped and Bulk flew off of his partner's body, shattering the glass front double doors of the bank and caroming for three bounces across a sidewalk and into the street in front of the bank. Bulk quickly got back onto his feet and strode with menacing authority back towards Mass who was now standing on the disintegrated glass where the front door of the bank used to be. "I can't believe yer this stupid, boy," Bulk yelled. "Back before the change, I useta be able to clean yer clock any time I wanted. What the hell makes ya think it's gonna be any different now?" "Nice talk," Mass responded. "You're still going down." Mass let loose with a roundhouse punch that snapped Bulk's head back but didn't lift him off his feet. Before Mass could follow up, Bulk quickly returned with a jab of his own. The two behemoths began to trade punch after earth-shattering punch, blows the likes of which would have pulped lesser men in a matter of seconds. The two mammoths began to breathe more heavily and sweat started to trickle down their immense bodies as they went at it, toe-to-toe. After about a minute, it looked as if both might be on their last legs, but they each gritted their teeth in determination as they continued to hammer away at each other. Suddenly, with blinding speed, a figure rushed up beside them. Using what strength he had recovered due to his remarkable healing abilities, Avenger grabbed the backs of the two supervillains' heads with his outstretched hands and rammed their foreheads directly into each other as hard as he could. There was a loud crack, and unbelievably, Bulk and Mass collapsed heavily onto the ground -- out cold. Avenger's jaw dropped. He had actually defeated these two monsters that each alone seemed capable of tearing him limb from limb. His first real test -- and he had come out alive and victorious. He looked down at his superstrong body and noticed that the bruises that he had acquired during the fight were beginning to fade rapidly. It seemed that as long as he got through something alive, he would manage to heal incredibly quickly. His uniform was another matter entirely, however. All that remained were his metal wrist and ankle bands and his posing trunks. He heard police sirens in the distance. How the Central City Police Department was going to detain these two monsters, he had no idea. It was then, however, that Avenger remembered Dr. Psion's projection unit hovering near the ceiling of the bank lobby. In a flash, the half-naked hero sped upwards towards the device. Just as he reached it, the unit began to flicker in and out of view. As Avenger put his hands on it, he noticed his own body also beginning to disappear and reappear. Suddenly, in a flash of light, both the projection unit and the superhero disappeared entirely. To be continued....