You were always predictable.“And you were always a cowardly threat,” Maximus retorted, his eyes fixed on his enemy, his jaw tense. Archimimus then released him into the air—not with contempt, but with calculated calm—and, before the hero fell, grabbed him by the red cape and took him with him, floating between the buildings to the roof of a skyscraper in the city center, plunged into the silent night. Gay sex “I… can’t get up…” he murmured, his voice failing, drowned in frustration and pain. The villain pulled the underwear further, and the shit contained was squeezed out from under the hero’s balls, spilling even more into his pants, and the pain and humiliation that Maximus felt made him groan loudly and faint. With calculated coldness, Archimimo moved his hands causing all the spotlights to go out, leaving the hero hanging, fainted and defeated in the dark. “What did you inject into me?”, said the hero. It wasn’t just the loss of his powers that hurt him—it was the shock to his identity. The impact cracked the concrete, but Maximus jumped up, already counterattacking with a sequence of kicks and punches that forced the villain to retreat.
