Spick and Span - part 1 (Patreon)

Trauma can be a powerful drive for someone. For Jason, it drove him to better, stronger. But it also made him developed kinky preferences. Would he be able to be a noble warrior again or would he leap into debauchery?

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Rise and shine!

Jason was on fire. Metaphorical of course, but the notion was close enough. With unrelenting strength, he completed the kata movements on the mat. With white gi martial arts uniform was drenched in sweat just like his face. His eyes were fierce and those droplets got nothing on them. He let out a heartful war cry at the end of his set.

There were claps in the darkness. “Way to go, Jason!” exclaimed the other youngsters from the restroom corridor. The bright illumination there contrasted most of the already-dark Youth Center. The lights gave shape to the two athletes.

“Shucks, you’re making blush,” replied Jason jokingly as he practiced his butterfly steps. Once in a while, his clenched fists moved lightning-fast in imaginary sparring. So were his primed legs.

“What’s with the uniform, Jase? Never seen you much in that,” commented the blonde teen on the side.

“Weight training,” answered Jason short. The briefness was accompanied by an assuring smile.

“Alright, Jase. Are you still gonna be here or ready to take off?”

Jason waved his hand. “Nah, I’m gonna be here for a while. Tomorrow’s break anyway.”

The teens nodded. “Don’t forget the words, Jase.”

“Gym’s cleaned out, gears put out, lights out,” said Jason with his oath. “Get out of here, you two!”

The doors were shut behind them. Jason was left alone at the Youth Center. It wasn’t common for students to be allowed there unsupervised no matter how senior they were, but Jason and his kata team were model students. They wouldn’t do anything to tarnish their reputation.

Jason completed his karate moves again. His breaths were sharp, sometimes ended with panting. He gulped. “I gotta be stronger…” he mumbled as he rubbed his neck.

There, a small red blister mocked his heroism. It was from his newest adversary: Scorpina, a fatal femme sent by Rita Repulsa to wreak havoc on the Rangers’ line. She beat up the heroes really well during their first meeting. “I thought we were strong,” mumbled Jason again.

In their second battle, it was even worse for the Power Rangers. She didn’t even need the Putty Patrollers to help her as her crescent-shaped sword was enough to shatter the heroes’ defense. Jason clutched his pecs remembering the sparks that burst out of his spandex costume that day. He could still feel the ghostly agony.

Moreover, the humiliation. Jason’s eyes squinted remembering Scorpina’s mocking laughter as she dashed between the Rangers. Somehow, she was able to move faster than his team could ever dream of. They were superheroes, but she was a goddess. The shamefulness of him was reinforced by another burning sensation.

The changing room door swung open. Hot water gushed off the showers. In the fogginess, Jason stood still before a standing mirror. In his hands, he held the damp martial arts uniform.

The youngster deliberately put the costume’s armpit out before taking a long inhale. The musky smell filled his nostril and made his mind hazy. It was his drug and he was made moaning by it.

Jason’s heartbeat fastened. The sensation was enticing his mind. Gagged by the sweaty fabric, he licked it to get the full experience. The moistness felt salty.

Jason whined in the empty shower room. His expressions echoed by the walls and were hidden by the continuously gushing hot water. He dropped the uniform and proceeded toward the mirror.

He wiped the moisture from the mirror’s surface so that his reflection was complete. Under his noble image of a karate champion, Jason wore a costume of deviance. His entire body from the ankles all the way to the neck was covered by a black latex skinsuit. Every detail of his muscle was traced by the form-fitting fabric. He didn’t wear any underwear and all the glorious curves were made apparent by the shiny material.

Jason observed himself. His toned body was really something to enjoy. He leaned to the side to check his bulging ass cheeks. Of course, the swollen rear was matched by the swollen front. His right hand probed the contour of his abs before going down between his legs. Jason grieved at his own doing.

But then, he pounded the mirror. “That damn Scorpina!” angrily blurted Jason. His face was blushing red.

He looked at his perfect body again, then chuckled. “Now, I am stronger. Now I can fight against her…,” mumbled the Red Ranger.

Jason closed his eyes and his imagination was immediately locked into the villainess. He remembered her lean body, her dazzling bosoms, her alluring leotard. She was the perfect death machine. Then, Jason's mind explored more.

Scorpina’s bodily features were as clear as the first time Jason saw her. Her biceps let out rubbery squeaks as he fantasized about her flexing them. She then squatted with her legs wide open. Jason’s wail echoed as he took a step back from the mirror. Gasping, he felt his world collapsing into nothingness.

There was only Scorpina. Her beautiful face with those almond eyes and a sly smile. She was mocking her and Jason liked it. He despised her. He adored her. “I… I will be strong as her!”

Jason went down to do a full set of knuckle push-ups. He did twenty, then thirty, then fifty. All while his mind imagined Scorpina’s flawless form. His sweat mixed with drenching steamy water. “I can even smell her!”

What he smelled was his own pungent odor. But it wasn’t enough. He shouted in frustration while banging on the mirror. “Zordon chose us, not her!” grumbled Jason. He closed his eyes shut, but those feminine thighs kept on coming to haunt him. “So how come she’s the one who beat us to pulp?!”

Jason punched the reflective surface again in anger. His misty exhalation mixed with the shower water moisture. He went on to turn all of those knobs. The shower room went silent again save for multiple drips of liquid.

The embittered Red Ranger bend himself toward the mirror. Both of his arms extended up while his rear was pushed down and out. He kneeled on the wet floor while bellyaching loudly. He looked back at the locker room where his hind parts were exhibited to. The glossy latex partially reflected the dim chamber behind it. Jason moaned again at the view; this time more vulgar than before. “It should have been us! It should have been me!” he wailed, the frequent scritch of latex turned his libido way up. He then did multiple squats while his fingers kept on smearing the damp mirror. “I won’t let it happen again!”

He ran out of the shower room without even caring about his wet footsteps. He rushed to one of the lockers and opened his. Panting hard, he took out a precious souvenir.

It was his used jockstrap. It was dirty and gave off a sour stink due to old perspiration. It was the one he used during the second battle against Scorpina. He kept it in the locker all this time. Its stench filled the locker row and made Jason gasp.

“This sacred object… I must treat it with respect… It’s… It’s a reminder of my former self, of my former inferiority….” Jason gurgled in his own pooling saliva before continuing his monologue. “I am stronger now… I’ll show Lady Scorpina!”

Jason grabbed another item from his locker. It was a bondage muzzle cage. He placed the dirty thong into its cup and tied the straps so that they became one with each other. Then, he put it on.

The jockstrap-muzzle combo’s backside slapped against Jason’s head and he loved it. He even deliberately repeated putting the item over and over again just to feel the sensation again. His building arousal made his saliva drool and the bulge between his legs grow. The Red Ranger was drowning in self-deprivation in the name of his own enemy. “I am… I am stronger!” he screamed again while sumo squatting with his legs opened wide.

Jason’s degradation made him fail to notice what was happening in the room. The door opened and a figure came in. His steps were heard between the lockers, but the Red Ranger in latex didn’t even realize it one bit until it’s too late.

“Jason?” asked the figure’s voice that made Jason flinch. The youngster stopped his lustful squatting and stood still. There was nothing to be said. His breaths were as shallow as ever. “Jason, is that you?”

No! Jason screamed in his heart. That couldn’t be. He recognized that voice and he wished that he never heard it here. “Tommy?”

“Jason, what are you doing here? And what’s with that thing you wear?”

Jason’s latex suit glimmered under the dim neon light of the locker room. He stuttered. “It’s… It’s not like what it looks like….”

He turned around, unintentionally showing his erect latex-covered meat to the figure. In front of him was a youngster with a ponytail. It was Tommy. “Tommy, I… I can explain….”

Tommy frowned. “Yeah, I really need an explanation, Jase. Are you wearing a bondage suit?” His friend noticed the muzzle cage with the dirty jockstrap that Jason used to cover his mouth. “What is happening to you?”

Jason was panicking. It looked bad because it was. How could his friend – no, his teammate – ever forgive their team leader acting with such lewdness? But it must be done. “I… I need to be stronger…”

Tommy dropped his training bag. “Stronger? For what?”

“Scorpina…” Jason felt bitterness escape his lips when he said the name. It was disgrace spoken in words. “I must be stronger to fight Scorpina… I must be stronger to withstand her muscles… Her strength… Her divine form….”

“Jase…”

“You don’t get it, Tommy. I failed my team because I failed to see the truth. Scorpina wasn’t a monster of the week that the Power Rangers could defeat easily. She was cunning and spirited. She was deadly and bewitching. I hate everything about her and I idolize every detail of her. It’s… I can’t explain this!”

Tommy approached the frustrated Jason. He discarded his sleeveless jacket on the wet floor. He neatly removed his trousers. He went in to choke Jason to the locker. “Hurgh- Tommy, what are you-”

Jason couldn’t believe his eyes. Tommy the Green Ranger was also covered his muscular body with a black latex skinsuit. His twin raisins jut out of the square pecs. His groin protruded with superiority. “I feel it too, Jason. Scorpina is a dominatrix. She dominated us completely. Not just during the last battle, but even now. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She made me do things that I never imagined doing before. I wore this latex suit for the same reason as yours. I was beneath her. Now I want to prove to her that I am better. I am stronger!”

“I am stronger….”

“My, my, my, two tempting Rangers,” said a feminine voice that stunned Jason and Tommy alike. There, on the reflection of a mirror was Scorpina. The enchantress was in her usual scorpion-themed golden armor. She even brandished her signature sting-like sword. “The best two of Zordon’s appointed warriors.”

The two Rangers immediately struck a heroic fighting pose. Their act was betrayed by the dangling baton. Moreover, their latex costumes squeaked with constant rubbery goodness. Jason was sweating as he knew he wasn’t ready yet. “What are you doing here, Scorpina?”

“Ah, nothing, just want to see two kinky boys getting together,” replied Scorpina with a condescending giggle. “Of course, that’s up to your taste. I don’t mind seeing you like this myself. The costumes fit you better than those boring Ranger suits. Tighter, glossier.”

Tommy gulped in nervousness. “We’re not afraid of you!” blurted the long-haired boy in fake heroism.

“Ooh, such a fierce spirit! I’m sure that the two of you have learned your lesson on fighting after our last encounter. I’m not in the mood to repeat it anyway.”

Jason snorted. “Yeah, because you’re too afraid to deal with us now. We’re stronger than before and we’re ready to kick your captivating ass!”

“Yeah, and your tempting breasts!” shouted Tommy. They didn’t realize the wrongness in their words.

“Perhaps I should be afraid,” replied Scorpina with fake shivering. She gave the signature sly smile before continuing. “Although I’m not so sure on which one of you that I should be more afraid of the Noble Red Ranger with his Tyrannosaurus power or the Formidable Green Ranger of Dragons.”

“Of course, the Red Ranger!” uttered Jason.

“No doubt, the Green Ranger!” uttered Tommy. They said it at the same time. They squinted their eyes to look at each other with suspicion.

Scorpina hugged herself. “Ooh, I don’t know. I always have a soft spot for mighty warriors with prehistoric powers. Their strength, their action, their fighting spirit, all can weaken my wickedness.”

“That would be me!”

“Me!”

Again, the two young heroes said their statements coincidingly. “Hey, I’m the stronger one here!” claimed the Red Ranger in latex.

Tommy pointed his latex-covered index finger right between Jason’s eyes. “Yeah, right. You, Jase? You even had a hard time fighting me when I was evil. I’m stronger than you!”

“I’m the one who shattered your Sword of Darkness, Tommy.”

“And my Dragonzord save the weak-ass Power Rangers many times!”

As the two Rangers argued, Scorpina gave off a cunning grin. They were already hers, just not realizing it yet. She already could feel their souls ready to be conquered. “Boys, please. I’m sure that there’s something that we can do to solve this problem. The fair strength of Zordon’s finest warriors can only be proven with a fair battle, am I right?”

“What’s your endgame, Scorpina?” asked the still-cautious Jason.

But the Red Ranger’s common sense was broken by his own teammate’s emotion. “What’s wrong, Team Captain? Are you afraid to beat me in a friendly sparring match?”

“I’m not! I’m just-”

Tommy took a step closer to intimidate his own friend. “Then why don’t you just shut your mouth and prove that I am better than you!”

Jason made a slashing gesture. “Never. It’s on, Green Ranger!”

“Bring it on, Red Ranger!”

Scorpina gave them the smug look. “That settles it. Rangers, prepare to fight each other to the death!”

The villainess flicked her fingers and the two Rangers teleported out of the changing room. Knowing their fate had been sealed, Scorpina let out a satisfied laugh.