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Team Augment Superhero Peril
By: Arthur Hero /Jobbercomics.com
Vern’s Muscle Edging Part 3
Carnisurge lifted Vern higher.
At this point, the fight was over.
Vern’s arms hung slack at his sides, his body no longer responding the way it should. The strength that once defined him—the tight control, the explosive power—was gone.
He was drained and used up.
His head lolled forward, breath shallow.
Inside his testicles, the Augment core system depleted.
12%… 9%… 6%…
“Stay… up…” Vern whispered to himself, barely audible.
Carnisurge adjusted his grip, holding him effortlessly in the air like a broken figure on display. He inserted his fingers inside the testicles again right on the augment orbs. Carnisurge felt the quarter sized power nodules that powered the hero. In each testicle there was one.
No resistance. No fight left.
Across the arena, Doc watched with quiet satisfaction. “Fascinating,” he said. “Even at this stage, the body tries to hold on.”
Vern’s fingers twitched weakly.
That was all.
The lights above intensified, casting sharp shadows across his limp form as Carnisurge turned slowly, presenting him to the cameras from every angle. The bloody goop from his testicles.
A defeated hero.
A message.
The system inside Vern’s suit sputtered again.
4%… 3%…
A warning tone pulsed faintly in his ear.
Critical.
His vision tunneled, edges going dark.
The world felt distant now—like he was slipping somewhere far away from it.
Carnisurge tightened his hold on his testicles just enough to keep him upright. Not to hurt him. To keep him conscious.To keep the moment going. Carnisure poked his clawlike finger on the nodule. Poking the firm jelly like devices.
PAIN. Vern felt it like someone kicking his testicles but even worse because they connected into his neuroligical system. His nipples poked out rapidly as it also triggered his reproductive system. Making him stimulated. It was a mix of pain and pleasure but it caused the hero to collapse.
“Endurance,” Doc said softly. “That’s what makes them valuable.”
Vern tried to lift his head.
It barely moved.
2%.
The number blinked once.
Then held.
His body went completely slack.
No tension left in his muscles. No strength to even brace himself. He hung there, weight fully surrendered, like a rag doll in the brute’s grasp.
Still alive. But barely.
Back at headquarters—
Marcus stared at the screen, frozen.
“No…” he muttered.
The feed stabilized just enough to show Vern—motionless, suspended in Carnisurge’s grip.
The number pulsed on Marcus’s display.
2% — CRITICAL
Razor’s voice came through, sharp and urgent.
“We’re almost there.”
Marcus didn’t respond.
His eyes stayed locked on the screen.
“Hold on, kid…” he whispered.
Back in the arena—
For a moment, everything was still.
Then—
A spark.
Deep inside Vern’s system, something flickered. Faint. Unstable.
But there.
The 2% didn’t drop.
It pulsed.
Once. Twice.
Carnisurge paused.
Doc leaned forward.
“…Interesting. Attach him to the drainer.” Doc said.
Carnisurge slammed the hero against an industrial column. The hero couldn’t get up and Carnisurge grabbed the hero by the abs and put each leg out so the hero was kneeling. He then pulled out synthetic barbed wire and began to methodically wrap the hero around the pole. The hero’s pecs and nipples were pierced by the sharp blades. His arms and legs were cut into by the razor sharp blades. It only made the slash marks and bruises on his body even more painful. The hero was in and out of consciousness as he was bound.
Next Doc brought out a rod like device and placed it against the hero’s testicles. A metallic claw at the end of it robotic gripped and pierced into the hero’s testicles. It’s sharp needles directly piercing into the hero’s testicular augment implants.
“Arghhhhhhhhhhhhuhhh!” Vern yelled.
“I knew that would wake you up.” Doc said.
Doc pressed a button and the needles began to repeatedly poke the testicular augment implants which stimulated them. The hero couldn’t endure and his penis got rock hard. It throbbed and bulged. Finally release of Vern’s cum. It dropped out on the floor. Next, Doc connected a tube to collect the hero’s cum and it began to pump into the jugs.
“We’re going to milk you dry muscle pup.”
Doc and Carnisurge exited the chamber.
Vern was left in the cold room to release his loads of hero cum for The Syndicate’s black market.
The end.
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