Venom vs Saturday Night Slam Masters
"Venom!" Eddie Brock yelled. "Stop that!"
"But Eddie," said the symbiote, "We're having so much fun."
SMACK!
One more harsh spank, and the wrestler known as Biff Slamkovich fell to the floor in tears, his naked ass red and steaming. Above him, his rival Gunloc smiled widely... with a mouth full of sharp teeth and a long slimy tongue extended. The muscular young men was covered head-to-toe in the Venom symbiote.
Eddie Brock grimaced. He'd just been looking for a place to work out and had joined the Saturday Night Slam Masters gym on a whim. But now his symbiote had left him and was running amok. The darn thing did that sometimes.
At least it wasn't sticking to just one host. In a snap it flowed off Gunloc, leaving the man reeling and confused. "What... what just happened?" he asked.
"You turned into a monster, grabbed me, and whipped my bare butt!" Biff sobbed in a thick Russian accent.
"Huh?!"
"Calm down guys. There's uh, there's a reasonable explanation for this," Eddie tried to explain.
"What is that—and who’re you?"
While they spoke, the symbiote moved on to its next victim. El Stingray was just coming out of the showers wearing just a towel—as well as his mask, of course—when the symbiote flowed over him. He gasped, overcome with fear—before smiling savagely as the symbiote's consciousness merged with his own.
"So many wrestlers," they said together. "So many naughty boys to spank!"
The new Venom—with the symbiote now arranged like a luchador mask over his face, along with tight pants and boots—returned to the gym's common area. Eddie was in the process of being confronted by Gunloc. The younger man was poking a finger rudely into his muscled chest.
"So YOU brought this Venom thing into our gym that you can't control? You have a lot of explaining to do, pal!"
"Look, it's not like that. I'm just trying to—"
"Is this guy bothering you, Eddie?"
With a dramatic flourish, El Stingray/Venom flipped behind Gunloc and kicked the man's feet out from under him, then grabbed him mid-air and threw him over his lap. Although El Stingray was slimmer in build than Gunloc, the increased strength from the symbiote made the move easy.
"Look at us! We've never been a luchador before!"
Eddie Brock just sighed as he watched his Other easily restrain the pro-wrestler, then grab his tights. It was almost comical how easy they were to pull down and show off another pair of bouncing muscle buns, twisting in the air.
"Wha—hey! What is—No!" Gunloc yelled as the symbiote raised their hand, cackled, and began a good, hard spanking on his exposed bottom. The pain must've been unreal, because the tough American immediately threw his head back and howled as though his ass was being seared.
"Venom, love, you've got to stop this!" Eddie tried to reason with his partner. "These men are innocents."
"Aww, but Eddie, we are having so much fun. And I can see into their minds—these men all want to spank each other. Some even secretly want to be spanked! We are just helping them live out their desires."
"That still isn't—"
"What is the meaning of this!"
They turned to see two new wrestlers had entered the gym. The soldier-themed wrestler Rip Saber stood next to the large Canadian heel, Jumbo Flapjack. The latter’s red singlet barely stretched over his massive belly. They were evidently returning from a match against each other, as they both looked sweaty and worn out.
Venom grinned and flowed off of El Stingray, leaving the luchador just as dazed, naked, and confused as the others, especially at having a bare-bottomed Gunloc over his lap, red buns covered with hand prints. The symbiote had its pick of any wrestler it pleased and instantly chose Rip Saber—for his costume if nothing else. The soldier was taken by surprise as the mass of black ooze enveloped him, but offered even less resistance than the others as foreign thoughts entered his mind.
"You men lack discipline!" he thundered a moment later. "I got my ass whipped in boot camp a mere fraction of what you all deserve!"
"Uhh, what the hell is going—UNF!" Jumbo Flapjack doubled over as the new Rip Saber—now covered in black—slammed a fist into his gut. He doubled over and fell to his knees and his large chest hit the gym floor, facing away from his opponent. A loud shredding noise signaled the seat of his singlet being ripped apart. His ass was about the size of a widescreen TV, give or take a few inches.
The other men watched in a mixture of shock and revulsion as the black-clad Rip Saber slammed his palm across Jumbo's large buttocks, making them bounce and ripple under the force. Almost instantly, the huge heel screamed.
“AOOOOWWWWW!!”
"That's right, howl for us piggy! Or are you a bear? Eh, whatever!"
More and more blows rang out, echoing throughout the entire gym with the force. Jumbo Flapjack yowled as the spanks rebounded off his fat buns, blistering them so fast everyone was amazed. To Eddie Brock's consternation, he could see the symbiote had matched Rip Saber's outfit completely, including being cut low in the back to reveal the upper portion of the man's butt crack. The two cheeks flexed amidst shiny black ooze.
Shaken, the others turned back to Eddie. "Okay pal, how do we take this thing down," Gunloc demanded.
"Yes, you've brought it here comrade. Now it is your responsibility to help us drive it off!" put in Biff.
Eddie Brock nodded. "Under the circumstances I can't argue with that. Uhh, it's weak to extreme heat and sound waves. Do any of you have a sonic blaster?"
"A what?"
"A sonic—er, nevermind. You could try burning the gym down?"
"Are you really on our side!?"
While they quarreled, there was suddenly an eerie silence. They looked back to see Jumbo quietly sobbing, his butt blazing hot. A shaken Rip Saber stood next to him, holding his head.
"What… what happened?" he asked. "Did I... do this?"
And where had the symbiote gone in the meantime?
That question was answered as soon as the last man came in from the showers. The owner of the gym himself, and once a premier wrestler of the CPWA.
Former Metro City mayor Mike Haggar entered the gym, as proud and authoritative as ever. He stood before them covered in shiny black ooze, the symbiote clinging to every inch of his powerful, musclebound frame.
His symbiote-mustache quivered in patriarchal anger as he looked them over. So many wrestlers naked, flustered, and showing their red butts. Men he'd helped train. Men he’d personally whipped into shape. But, also, men who’d always be little boys to him. Little boys he now needed to teach a heartfelt lesson to.
He cracked his fearsome knuckles as symbiotic whips sprang out and grabbed each and every one of them, wrapping around wrists and ankles, before dragging them to benches and throwing them over, butts in the air. Those who still had pants on quickly had theirs ripped away, revealing a perfect row of muscle asses.
Eddie Brock blanched as he found himself included among their number. "Er, love...?!"
"Alright fellas, now let's show you how a REAL wrestler burns some ass!"
The entire CPWA lineup—and Eddie Brock—gulped.