Perverted Kombat: Ch. 2 (Sneak Peek)

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Written By Gregory Hanes

Chapter 2: Earth's Champion

Within the sacred walls of an arcane ancient temple on a far distant moon a swirling portal opens in the middle a great stone chamber atop a massive altar which sits before a short flight of steps. It is from out of this portal that Gregory's skyclad body flies out only to tumble down those steps on to the temple floor. Dazed and sore, the Masked Model lays naked, sprawled out upon the hard stone floor as a small host of feet begin to gather around him. Gregory slowly starts to pick himself up as the armored warrior who saved him descends from the altar, 

"Sorry about that! Exiting the portals can be a bit tricky if you're not used to them."

"Cut the jabber, Iron Man! The only thing I want to know is where the hell I am and how the fuck I get out of here!" Greg snaps pointing his finger at him.

"You might want to show a bit more respect. You really don't know who you're talking to." A voice suddenly speaks up from behind Greg.

"And just who do you think you're talking...to!" Greg begins to say as he turns in an angered fit, but the Masked Model's tongue stops cold when his eyes fall upon the figure of a smoking hot purple-skinned babe with four arms and a long indigo ponytail. 

The alien beauty wears a skimpy black leotard which covers only her naughtiest bits, there is a green crystal embedded in the middle of her forehead, and though strange and unearthly, her orange catlike eyes send an ecstatic shiver coursing up and down Gregory's spine. Once the initial shock has passed the Masked Model proceeds to strike a suggestive pose. He attempts to seduce the strange alien woman by speaking to her in a low macho tone of voice, 

"Well, hello there, Little Lady!"

The armored man walks up beside Greg and says, 

"I am Lord Narr, a primordial sentinel created by the ancient gods to protect the worlds of Shamash. This is Kur-Nalla, one of the greatest warriors from the distant planet, Indignus. She is a fearsome hand-to-hand combatant. Kur-Nalla, this is the Masked Model from Earth."

Kur-Nalla then strolls up to the Masked Model, getting close to him in a very sensual manner. 

"Mm, Masked Model?" she says softly. 

Gregory leans in, hoping for a kiss, as his dick starts to harden. 

"Yes?" he whispers gently.

Suddenly the alien woman grabs and twists Gregory's cock causing him to bite his lip in pain. Kur-Nalla leans in very close and whispers in his ear, 

"If you ever call me Little Lady again I will snap this off and shove right up your posterior, you perverted little Porn-Pig?!"

Her warning delivered, Kur-Nalla releases Gregory's manhood, and the masked twink pulls away cradling his junk in his hands. Suddenly a new voice speaks out and says,

"So this is the so-called hero of Earth, huh? Certainly doesn't look like much." 

This bitter criticism comes from the mouth of a blonde-haired muscle man wearing silver and white spandex. The arrogant prick is called Ultman, and his costume looks like a rank Superman knockoff, minus the cape.

"He's no hero! He's just an overrated sex icon with a major ego and a big mouth!" replies a young red-headed man wearing in a military outfit.

"Hey, I've done my fair share of heroism, Soldier Boy!" Greg snaps back.

"You're a perverted sex maniac who likes to play the hero just to get in people's pants! Why don't you just stick to porn and leave the real hero work to the boys in uniform?!" the soldier barks back.

"How about you take the stick out your ass, Corporal?" Greg replies. 

"That's SERGEANT, Nympho!" growls the soldier. 

"Stop It You Two!" demands Kur-Nalla pushing them apart with her four arms."Just cool it, Curtis! He may be an arrogant prick, but he's not our enemy." Kur-Nalla says placing a hand on the sergeant's chest as she caresses the side of his cheek.

It's at this moment that Gregory realizes the army dude and the alien chick are an item. A slight tinge of jealousy begins to grow in the Masked Model's heart as he senses the passion shared between the two of them. It is a feeling that Greg has never truly known in all his life, and will likely never know as his rabid sexual deviancy prevents him from ever sharing such an intimate bond. 

"Like it or not, Sergeant Johnson, he is one of the twelve fighters ordained by the Ancients to defeat Kur-Glla's forces and stop the coming of The Nameless One!" Lord Narr explains.

"Look, I've got no idea what the fuck you people are talking about, but I'd also like to point out that I'm still standing here with my junk hanging all out, and I don't exhibition for free! Can I get some clothes please?! Preferably something in either polyester or leather." Greg exclaims gesturing to his exposed genitalia.

"Believe me, your nakedness has definitely not gone unnoticed." Kur-Nalla says holding up a hand as she averts her eyes.

The Masked Model suddenly slides up close beside her with a big grin on his face.

"Should I take that as an invitation?" he says pointing his throbbing boner right at her.

Kur-Nalla stares down at the Masked Model's cock in mild disgust, but at the same time she also seems to be fighting back a look of desire. Deep down she is aroused and enticed, and Greg knows it.

"Hey, back the fuck up!" Curtis says placing his hand forcefully upon the Masked Model's shoulder. "I don't want to have to get rough with you, man!"

Greg gets all up in Curtis' face and says with an asinine smirk, 

"You can get rough with me anytime, cowboy!"

The Masked Model's eyes scan Curtis up and down in a way that leaves the army man feeling extremely uncomfortable and very annoyed. 

"That's Enough!" Narr commands in a bellowing tone. He turns to Gregory and continues, "Please come with me, Masked One."

The Masked Model starts to follow Narr as he exits down the main corridor of the temple. As Greg moves past Curtis a pervy creeper smile creeps across his face, and like a juvenile schoolboy he grabs a handful of Curtis' ass. As one might expect, Curtis doesn't take kindly to this childish gesture and is ready to throttle the masked twink in retaliation, but Kur-Nalla grabs his arm at the last second and pulls him back. Like a rebellious punk kid, Greg backs away biting his lip as he strokes his fat cock at them.

After a second, Greg catches up to Lord Narr as he continues down the corridor. Without even really looking at him, Narr speaks softly to the masked youth as a kindly father would a troubled son.

"I would have hoped you would have learned your lesson, Masked One. Little good ever comes from thinking with your penis."

Of course in the manner of a young dumb youth, the masked twink tilts his head, smiles, and smugly replies, 

"Well, I don't know about that. Every now and then it has its perks."

With a half-hearted chuckle, Narr patiently responds,

"And yet I suspect the misfortunes greatly outnumber the perks. Your lustful cravings have gotten you into trouble many times in past, but miraculously you always manage to get out of even the worst of situations...so far. Perhaps this is why the Ancient Ones have chosen you for this battle. I, for one, do not think you are worthy as you lack discipline and self-respect, but I trust their judgment. There must be something they see in you that you have yet to see in yourself."

Soon Narr leads the Masked Model into a strange chamber which differs greatly from the rest of the temple. It is more mechanized sporting a vast array of advanced and sophisticated alien technology, and there in the center of the chamber sits a purple shaft of light.

"Step inside the Photon Pillar, Masked One." Narr says gesturing to the shaft of energy.

A bit uneasy and somewhat anxious, Gregory looks at Narr oddly for a moment before asking, 

"In there?" 

"Yes...unless you wish to remain in the nude." Narr replies.

After a brief moment of hesitation, the Masked Model walks into the shaft of light which  begins to pulsate and flux as soon as he enters. The energy fluctuations grow more intense before gradually stabilizing. Once stability has been acquired, the Masked Model strolls back out of the energy shaft fully dressed in crisp new leather pants, a maroon-colored muscle shirt, black combat boots, and a cool pair of designer sunglasses. Greg looks himself over before boasting with a satisfied grin.

"Damn! I make this epic space shit look good!"

However Gregory quickly notices something else. On his right arm is there sits a black metallic gauntlet; somewhat similar to the leather fetish accessories he's worn in some his prior porn films. 

"What's this?" He asks Narr.

"It is something to help you unlock your true power." The alien warrior replies. 

Greg says nothing in response, but his expression shows he does not understand. Narr's only response to him is to say,

"When the time comes you'll know, but for now we must rejoin the others. The time approaches."