Gallery 585 The Mask of Zorro "Do you know me, my friend?  I am El Zorro, 'The Fox'.  You may have heard that I am the defender of the weak, the true Caped Crusader, bringing evil men to justice.  But today I must tell you the tragic tale of my humiliation and destruction." "You see, although I wear a black cape and mask, I am considered a hero among my people because I protect them in their time of need. But I must always keep my identity secret so I can continue to fight the forces of evil." "Besides my black mask to conceal my identity, my trademark gear when batlling my enemies is a leopard loincloth. The criminals and villains far and wide have learned to respect and fear this bikini." "As you can tell, I have worked hard to develop my strength so I can over-power my cruel and ruthless enemies. Clearly I have earned the title of 'El Zorro', passed down through the males in my family for five generations." "My body is now a well-oiled machine, chiseled and hard as rock.  I am like a Greek God with the strength of ten men.  I have not met the man who can defeat this body in a fair fight!" "But yesterday was different.  I agreed to meet in the ring and battle the great Columbo, whom I have heard is a powerful and vicious brawler with a body formed of molten steel and rock." "As I strip down to my bikini, my chiseled body looking harder and stronger than ever, I recall the words of the peasants, who warned me to avoid the evil Columbo's powerful, crushing legs, which have destroyed dozens of great fighters." "I remind myself that I am the great El Zorro!  Clearly, this Columbo would need to posess the most powerful legs in the world if he hopes to over-power these muscles and crush me into submission!" "My enemy arrives and begins to slowly remove his garments, teasing me.  I watch in awe as he peels off each layer of clothing, exposing more and more muscle." "We meet at last, Columbo!" "Time to separate the men from the boys" he replies, a typical cocky American.  I will make him pay for his arrogance. "The proud scoundrel dares to flash his bicep muscles toward me, trying to intimidate me, growling like a dog.  I can't peel my eyes off this perfect specimen of male power as he continues to tease and taunt me." "I show him the strength of my arm as well, so he learns that he is in the ring with El Zorro, defender of truth and justice, not one of his weak servants that he uses for wrestling practice." "Respect me, you preening peacock, or I will smash you like a grape!" "I show him my flexed biceps and detect a look of fear or arousal in his eyes." "He slowly peels off his black shorts, like an artist pulling the cloth off a finished masterpiece.  My heart skips a beat in excitement as I realize the raw energy flowing through my worthy opponent's body." "Then my mouth falls open when I see that this arrogant bastard is clad in a bikini almost identical to mine!  Is the scoundrel taunting me by daring to wear my trademark costume, or does he derive some sick pleasure from dressing the same as his opponent?" "I watch him pull on the ropes, nearly naked, to stretch his muscles as we prepare to embrace. He watches me staring at him out of the corner of his eye, trying to read my thoughts as I scan his muscular body from head to toe." "I realize that the warnings of the peasants were true!  This man's legs have the power of a beast of burden.  He will destroy me if he is able to trap me between those deadly thighs!" "At last we lock horns like wild bucks fighting for territory.  Although I am taller, I feel impressive strength coursing through this man's body as we battle for domination." "With an incredible surge, like a current raging down a narrow stream, he forces me into the corner and drives a shoulder into my stomach, driving the air from my lungs." "He follows up with repeated shoulders and fists to my mid-section, pounding the air from my body.  I suddenly realize that this villain has come to hurt me and I am in great danger trapped in the corner." "Next he laces his fingers behind my neck and applies incredible downward pressure, nearly tearing my head from my shoulders!  He forces me to walk in circles around the ring and whispers in my ear: "Prepare to suffer.  You are mine now, El Zorro!" "The pain is unbearable as he continues to flex his muscles, contorting my trapped neck to the breaking point.  I began to feel my strength flowing away like wine leaking from a flask as blackness washes over me." "I fall to the mat, exhausted and dazed.  Like a hungry lion, he pounces on me, pulling back my wrists to separate my arms from my shoulders.  My agony is unbelievable." "I am ashamed of being over-powered and punished so easily by a smaller man!  He has no mercy on me as he continues to twist and yank my arms in the wrong direction." "PLEASE senor, you are breaking my arms!" "I realize I am a beaten man.  I have no chance against this power-house and his unbreakable wrestling holds. I beg him for mercy, like a whining dog, hoping to lessen the pain he will inflict on me." "Then the horrible happens.  I twist to escape his ruthless Surfboard and he clamps his powerful legs around my waist.  Suddenly I feel as though I am being shocked with repeated bursts of lightning!" "Straining with all his might, he begins to slowly tighten his grip, bearing down like a constrictor smothering its prey.  My organs feel ready to burst but I am unable to utter a sound." "Luckily I am able to turn the smaller man and he releases me before I am crushed to death.  Clearly his powerful legs are to be respected and avoided!" "Before I can recover my breath, the animal attacks again, now bending my leg up between his thighs.  He rides on my leg and twists my ankle out of joint as I slap the mat in angry frustation." "We writhe and strain like lovers on their wedding night, my leg trapped in his iron grasp.  My ankle feels ready to snap, but I am able to twist and break free!" "My taste of freedom is short.  He quickly wraps his amazing legs around my chest and neck, embracing me between his knees. Like most short, stocky men, his lower body holds a wealth of power and force." "I realize now I am beaten.  He grinds and humps with those deadly hamstrings that are formed of twisted steel.  My neck is being crushed as he milks the strength from my body every time he flexes his thighs." "He is using his leg-strenth to tame me, turning me from a wild fox into a lap-dog.  His hamstring and calf muscles defeat me and I realize that he is my Master." "I have never suffered humiliation and punishment like this before!  During my struggle to escape this painful embrace, my mask is torn from my face!" "My identity is revealed as the devil sits upon my chest in victory, flexing his muscles with his manhood hanging just inches above my exposed face." "I'm not finished with you yet, Latino bitch.  There is a lot more punishment in store for you before I'm done." "I am humiliated and beaten. I have no choice but to be for mercy: "Please Senor, I have never met anyone of your strength.  I'll do anything you say, but please don't put me in your scissors again!" "Riding me like a bucking bronco, he slaps his loin-cloth against my chin to further degrade me.  He looks down at me like he is watching a dog lick him to show obedience. He has stolen my mask and my dignity." "But my Master has not finished punishing me yet.  He yanks me to my knees and applies the tightest Headlock I have ever felt!  I see stars in my eyes as he pinches my neck between his rock-hard bicep and huge chest." "He is toying with me now, like a cat playing with a half-dead mouse.  He whips me back to the mat and again encircles my neck with his huge thighs." "Clearly I have no hope of escaping the two tree-trunks that are crushing both sides of my neck!  His bulging bikini grinds against my chin as he flexes and releases, flexes and relaxes, grinding my neck muscles." "My degradation is complete when the demon leans forward to pull my head tightly into his groin, smothering me with his sack.  This is the ultimate show of domination by one man over another, and I am forced to submit to him like a beaten slave." "Telling me his legs aren't tired yet, he scissors my head from behind.  The dirty scoundrel, as if he hasn't injured me enough already, grips the rope for added leverage on his crushing scissor.  I begin to black out from the pressure." "Clearly he has proven that he is the stronger man, that I am no match for his deadly Scissors as the peasants had warned me.  But he seems to derive pleasure from hurting the great Zorro, so he continues to torture me. He won't relent until I am passed out before him!" "Like an expert surgeon operating on a drugged patient, my Master adjusts his Headscissor into a Figure 4 postion.  His boot is clamped against my throat to choke me into submission." "I don't know what I have done to offend this powerful man, but I again beg him for mercy.  He responds by flexing his legs even tighter and I begin to black out." "My body grows limp, my arms and legs weighing thousands of pounds each.  Although my eyes remain open, I am miles away like a sleep-walker or a Zombie." "Tightening and loosening his leg-clench like a piston, he orders me to obey and worship him for the rest of my days, to fulfill his every wish as long as I am alive.  I agree to all his demands, promising anything just to escape this endless crushing pressure to my throat!" "The Great Zorro is beaten and unmasked, humiliated in the center of the ring.  I lay dazed and helpless, clearly destroyed by the better man's powerful legs." "I have no strength to resist as he stands over me in victory.  He places his boot on my chest to demonstrate his mastery over me.  I have never been so easily over-powered by any opponent before!" "My life has changed now that I am owned and controlled by another man.  I must honor his wishes any time of the day or night, or I fear he will apply his deadly Scissors on me again.  I am his property, to use as he wishes." "My Master dons my hat, taking over the identity of El Zorro.  I am helpless against this savage man.  He now orders me to wrestle him and submit to him several times per week and I have no strength to resist him."