Gay Married Villains Doing Absolutely Gay Thing – voxman boxman x professor venomous REUPLOAD

The sun had barely risen over the horizon and already the lair of the nefarious Voxman and Boxman was abuzz with activity. The two titular villains, dressed in their signature garish purple and green outfits, were engaged in a heated debate in the main chamber. Voxman, with his wild green hair and exaggerated frown, was gesticulating wildly. “I’m telling you, Boxman, my new laser is more powerful than anything you’ve seen before!”

“Pah!” scoffed Boxman, puffing out his chest. “You’re just jealous of my boxing gloves, Voxman. They can punch through titanium!”

Voxman huffed and crossed his arms. “We’ll see about that. The real test will be our sidekick’s reaction. Get Professor Venomous in here!”

The Professor, a sleek reptilian figure with a smoothly shaven head, slithered into the room. “You called, masters?” he asked, his golden eyes gleaming with equal parts intelligence and immorality.

Voxman and Boxman eagerly presented their latest villainous devices to their loyal, if slightly dim-witted, sidekick. Venomous cocked his head, his forked tongue flickering as he eyed the contraptions.

“L-look at that, vox! Venomous is just speechless at the sheer dared Devilishness of our latest great plan!” Boxman bellowed.

Voxman snorted. “Nonsense! The wily serpent is merely weighing his options. Aren’t you, Venomous?”

Professor Venomous blinked slowly. “I’m…imo-goyoso? I’m not quite sure what to make of these accessories, kechiefsin. What, exactly, do you require of moi?”

The two villains exchanged a look that was half-exasperation, half-amusement. “As I said, dear venomous, we need to test these on our sidekick,” Voxman explained patiently.

“Ah, yes. Of course. For science!” Professor Venomous agreed readily. He always strove to be a diligent underling, though sometimes he struggled with the particular details of their villainy.

“So, which of you will be gainsaying me this humiliating foe? A mere twink!” Boxman declared, rolling up his mechanical sleeves.

“Hmph. I suppose it’s only fair that we flip a coin to decide,” Voxman grumbled, producing a shimmering gold coin from the folds of his cloak. He tossed it high into the air… only to have it disappear down Professor Venomous’s throat.

“Ah, not again…” Voxman sighed.

“Me authorize a coin recreation,” Professor Venomous hissed, and with a crackle of magical energy, another coin materialized in his mouth.

“Well, flip it, you money-mouthed moron!” Boxman urged.

Voxman snatched the coin from Venomous’s maw and flipped it. “Heads for you, Boxman.”

“Capital!” Boxman crowed. “Now, ProfVenomous, my loyal lizard of love, bend over and make it quick!”

Professor Venomous blinked again, but dutifully bent over an examining table. Boxman waggled his eyebrows at Voxman as he slid his mechanical gloves over his hands. “Prepare for shock and awe, Voxman. This is going to be positively punishing!”

“Well, I hope you saved room for some rebuttal revenge, Bouclier,” Voxman quipped. “I plan to eat that accused assault for lunch.”

“reams of retribution?” Venomous mumbled, his leering lips quivering. “Voxman, what exactly do you intend to do– ACKK!” He grunted as Boxman dealt his posterior a resounding whack with the metal gauntlets.

The test was off to an invigorating start. They weren’t called “professors of pain” for nothing. Venomous writhed and whimpered as Boxman laid into him with gusto, the boxy villain’s eyes nearly bulging with sadistic glee.

“Oho! Ho! Yee-haw!” Boxman yee-chortled, landing a vigorous wallop. “Give it to ’em good, veni-zub-goy!” His broad grin strained the confines of his spherical cranium.