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[drainthehero]

Superboy and the Pink K, Ch 2

In the weeks following the incident with the pink Kryptonite, Superboy threw himself into his crime fighting activities. He would try to tell himself that the frenzy of effort was about making his town a safer place, but he could not dispel the gnawing emotions which raged within him following that humiliating encounter.

The young hero also told himself that his relocation to the booming city of Metropolis was to finally confront a new level of criminal element, but in truth he had been hounded by images from that day which could now never be fully erased. Every time someone in the town talked to him in his tight fitting costume he would assume they were imagining his diminutive cock beneath those skimpy red briefs.

Metropolis offered him a wonderful chance to be appreciated by a new sea of people that he was charged to protect. And the opportunities to be admired were plentiful. Having prevented bank robberies, car jackings, jewellery thefts and artefact heists, the Boy of Steel had quickly gained the adoration of the city.

One clear morning Superboy was flying over the city as he tuned his super powered senses toward any crimes underway. Quickly picking up on something he flew down to confront two thugs as they attempted to mug a well-dressed couple in a quiet laneway. The Teen of Steel landed and faced the thugs, blocking their access to protect the pair, hearing a sigh of relief from behind.

A wry smile lit the face of the handsome hero as he shook his head and raised an eyebrow. “Those guns are not going to do you any good against me.” Superboy folded his arms as he spoke, flexing his big biceps and puffing out his powerfully muscled chest as he cast a derisive glare at the weapons. “You should just put them down and come quietly.”

Not to be dissuaded the two thugs opened fire on the handsome young hero who just stood stoically as the bullets fell to the ground in front of his red boots. Superboy reached forward in a smooth motion and took a weapon in each hand, crushing them effortlessly with one hand.

The two thugs watched in disbelief as the superpowered teenager disintegrated their weapons, then rushed at him in a vain attempt to overpower him. Superboy merely grabbed each around the waist and picked them up in his powerful arms, before flying them off to the closest police station. As he deposited the two he wasted no time in returning to his rounds of the city.

Flying towards a new disturbance, the Boy of Steel landed in an abandoned warehouse where he discovered crates of drugs being unloaded for distribution. Superboy decided to make an entrance, causing the force of his landing to make a small sonic shock which grabbed the attention of the criminals, causing them to stop in their tracks.

The men were in a ragged semi-circle around him. “This criminal scheme of yours stops now, I won’t allow these drugs to be sold here in Metropolis.” As he addressed the group of men, he assumed his heroic hands-on-hips pose, flexing the impressive muscles which were barely concealed by his skin tight costume.

One man – likely the leader of this gang – stepped forward with his hands stretched forward in supplication. “Ahh. The one they call Superboy – so you are real then.” The Boy of Steel held his ground firmly and continued to look imposing at the leader. “Surely we can come to some kind of arrangement,” he had the gleam of a negotiator in his eye, “so you can look the other way.”

“The only arrangement we will be making today is for you - and all these drugs - to be handed over to the authorities.”

The leader shook his head slowly, “We outnumber you 8 to 1 kid. And I don’t think you have any weapons or tricks hidden in those skimpy tights of yours.” Superboy bristled at the disrespect to his classic costume. “So why don’t you leave us alone before we have to mash up your pretty face.”

“I had hoped to not need to show you my abilities in person, but it seems you would like this the hard way.” Even before he had finished speaking the group of men was rushing toward him with fists and weapons brandished. Not wanting to cause too much harm, the Boy of Steel easily disarmed them and bound them up with various pieces of steel from the warehouse.

Clapping his hands before him as he observed the subdued villains, Superboy called out, “Ok we’ve had our fun. Now it’s time for us to…” the voice of the young hero faltered as he felt his concentration wavering, unable to focus on what he had been saying.

His mind rapidly clouded over and no matter how much he shook his head to clear his thoughts, the thick fog would not lift. To make matters worse he could feel a strangely familiar heat spreading across his body.

The gang leader stepped around and into the view of the Boy of Steel, holding a necklace before the handsome but slackened face of the young hero. Superboy struggled to even focus his vision on the glowing pink gem attached to the necklace, but found himself starting to run his hands over his spandex covered muscles. “Ughhhh,” he moaned as he shook his head weakly. “No… no… not that.”

“Of course you remember this, Superboy?” said the criminal with mock dripping in his voice. As he continued to speak he placed the necklace over the head of the immobilised young hero and let it rest around his neck, with the gem hanging inside the iconic yellow S covering his chest. “You were exposed to this from the moment you interrupted us, so by now I presume the effects are running rampant across that sexy muscled body of yours.” As the pendant came to rest on the boy’s muscular chest, he let out a whimpering sigh which was accompanied by a pained expression on his handsome features.

“Now. Stop touching yourself, Superboy.” When he did not immediately comply, the leader placed one hand firmly on the thick muscled pectoral of the young hero, causing an immediate whimper from the very aroused Teen of Steel. As the hand was withdrawn Superboy gave a small whine and looked up with eyes of a hurt puppy.

“Please…” he started but was immediately cut off.

“I said,” reiterated the criminal firmly. “Stop touching yourself.” Superboy immediately complied and forced his arms to his side and managed to focus his gaze on the hand, as it then resumed its position on his chest. “Good boy,” he continued. “Do as you are told and you will get more of this than you can handle. Now put your hands on your head and flex your biceps, Superboy.”

A look of longing had settled on the beautiful young face of the hero and he nodded, “yes sir.” The Boy of Steel complied without hesitation, forcing his big biceps to harden beneath the bright blue spandex, and was then rewarded with the other hand feeling a bicep before the criminal leaned in to kiss the young hero, who returned the passionate kiss eagerly.

After the kiss was finished both hands were removed from the Teen of Steel, who once more looked like a hurt puppy.

“Aww, look at those big sad blue eyes,” commented the leader. “Do you want some more worship, Superboy?” was met with an emphatic nodding of the head. “Good boy, now free my men so they can get back to work.”

In a blue and red blur of movement, Superboy freed all of the men before resuming his position with hands on his head.

“Collins and Masters,” barked the leader. “Over here and get to work like we practiced. The rest of you continue to load those crates.”

As the thugs returned to their tasks, two young men moved to stand in front of Superboy and then slowly removed their clothing, each revealing a duplicate costume of the super powered teen beneath their outer clothes. Both men had amazingly ripped physiques which were easily bigger than the Boy of Steel, who was mesmerised by the beauty of the costumed muscle hunks which were god-like copies of himself.

At a nod, the two men sandwiched the young hero, pressing their spandex clad muscles firmly against him before running their hands over his biceps and body. Finally, one boy locked his lips onto the Boy of Steel for a deep and passionate kiss while the other sucked on the sensitive neck of the hapless hero.

For his part, Superboy was completely lost to the bliss of this muscle orgy, moaning and writhing uncontrollably. The leader simply stood back and enjoyed the spectacle as it unfolded, his hard cock visibly outlined beneath his tight denim jeans.

“Are you enjoying them Superboy?” The only response was a gurgled moan through the kiss which had not yet been broken. The young men had been hand picked for their attributes by the leader, believing that their superior muscles would evoke even more submissiveness from the musclebound Teen of Steel. “Good. Phase two.”

Collins broke the kiss and took a step back from the young superhero, leaving Masters to run his hands freely over the muscled body. Collins then proceeded to flex and pose his huge muscles, causing Superboy to gaze and moan with undisguised lust.

“Do you like his muscles Superboy? Doesn’t the costume show them off nicely?” Superboy nodded enthusiastically. “I think he might have even bigger muscles than you, Boy of Steel.”

A confused look crossed his face as he absently nodded in agreement, continuing to watch the flexing. “May I please feel his muscles, Sir?”

“Good manners, my boy, but first we need to compare your muscles.”

Standing across from each other both young men proceeded to flex their muscles as the measurements were read out by Masters. As each number was announced and it was clear that Collins had bigger muscles than Superboy across the board, the mind of the poor hero was overwhelmed by his inadequacy and the ongoing lack of touch from either of the muscled hunks.

As the last measurement was confirmed, Superboy looked up in defeat. “He is truly bigger than me, Sir. He fits that costume even better than me.”

During the process all the boys maintained rock hard boners, which continued to drive Superboy crazy with lust, as precum stained the bright red briefs of his costume.

“He does indeed Superboy,” agreed the leader in thought. “Maybe it is you who should be doing the worshipping?”

“Yes please, Sir. Command me and it shall be so.”

“In good time. But we have not yet finished. I did say all muscles didn’t I?” he said as he let his eyes drift lazily down to the precum stained red pouch and its contents.

Superboy immediately felt his cheeks burn red with shame. “Ah… every… muscle?”

“Of course, and it looks to me as though you are all ready to be measured. Let’s whip them out, but I will help you with yours Superboy as your hands must remain where they are.”

As Superboy moaned a protest to the imminent humiliation, Collins and Masters immediately undid their bright yellow belts and pulled their hard cocks out of their briefs, displaying their monstrous meats.

Meanwhile, the leader moved over to the young hero and carefully removed the yellow belt. Ignoring the poor heroes please of, “please sir, don’t,” he lowered the red briefs and reached his hand inside to free the shaft and balls from their confinement. The Teen of Steel was torn by conflicting emotions as the shame of his diminutive member was clearly put on display while he was massively turned on by his hard little cock being touched and played with. “Ughhhh, your hand feels so good sir.”

“My, my, Superboy. From here it looks as though my boys might have you beaten for this muscle too.” He positioned Collins so that his big 9” cock engulfed the small cock of the hero. “What do you think? Shall we measure them?”

Superboy gulped and shook his head, feeling his cheeks burn an even brighter shade of red. “Please don’t,” he implored. “My little dick is so tiny, Sir. I can’t even see it under that monster cock.”

Despite the protests by the Boy of Steel, the measuring tape was quickly deployed and read out. “8.5 inches for Masters, 9.5 inches for Collins and…” a dramatic pause while the tape was held once more alongside the hard shaft, “4 inches for the … Rod of Steel.”

“That is pretty clear Superboy, all of your muscles are inferior to those of my Supermen.”

The defeated and humiliated hero hung his head in shame. “It is true, Sir. They are superior to me in every way, and even look better in my costume. Please, sir, may I touch and worship them?”

At that query, Collins brought his arms up and flexed all of his huge muscles through the spandex, eliciting a whimper from Superboy. “Please Sir, I will do anything you ask.”

“Alright, I will consider your offer while you worship the true super muscled body here.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Without pause, and with his small cock still on display and leaking precum, the Boy of Steel proceeded to feel, kiss and lick all over the flexing form of the hunky criminal. “Please Sir, may I cum? My cock is so hard and my balls are so full.”

“You mean your pathetic little cock?” corrected the leader. “You are not permitted to stroke yourself. Ask the real Supermen if they would like to help you cum.”

“Yes Sir,” replied Superboy, shame dripping from his voice as he corrected himself. “My pathetic little cock is so hard and throbbing. Please,” he directed at Collins and Masters, “would you stroke my pathetic little cock so I can cum?”

Collins gave a disgusted look as he replied. “Do you see our cocks, Superboy? Wrap your hands around them.” The young hero complied, letting out guttural moans as he felt the girthy shafts. “Good boy. Now, tell me, why would we want to touch your tiny little rod when we have these big shafts to properly fill our hands?”

A few tears of shame rolled down the handsome face of the young hero as he slowly stroked the two big cocks and replied, “you wouldn’t, Sir. They feel so good to hold.” A spark of initiative flashed across his eyes as he stroked the big members. “May I make you cum then, Sirs?”

“Soon Superboy,” interjected the leader. “But first, you promised me a favour and it is time for you to deliver.”

“Of course, Sir,” replied the honourable young hero. “Anything if I can worship these Supermen.”

A strengthened alloy dildo was lifted out of a wooden box, causing the eyes of the young hero to widen with apprehension as he gulped and took in its meaning.

“Given the inferior nature of your muscles compared to my own Supermen, you are the logical one to have your super ass fucked like a good submissive boy.”

The conflict was clear on the handsome face of the Teen of Steel. But even as he considered the request, he continued to feel the muscles of the spandex clad “Supermen”, feeling his need for release grow even further. “And when,” he ventured, “I am wearing these. Please will you permit me to stroke your Supermen to cum?” The lust was clearly evident as Superboy continued to feel the magnificent muscled bodies.

“Of course, Superboy,” came the response. “A deal is a deal, and the big cocks of my Supermen deserve to blow their loads after all.”

“Oh god,” moaned Superboy as the criminals continued to flex and pose under his touch, also touching the muscles of the teen hero to increase his arousal and desperation. “God, yes please do it. I need to stroke these huge cocks and watch them blow.”

The big dildo was affixed to a bolt in the floor as the iconic red briefs were lowered, exposing his smooth bubble butt.

“Good boy, my handsome hero. Spread your legs and lets get this dildo into you so it is nice and tight.” Superboy spread his legs wide as the leader took a large amount of lubricant in his hand then leaned in for another passionate kiss as he ventured a finger down to cover the tight smooth hole in lubricant. The contact and intimacy caused the hero to moan and shudder as erotic convulsions wracked across his muscled frame.

“Oh god, Sir. Your finger feels so good on my ass.”

Liberal amounts of lubricant were then applied to the domed head of the dildo and Superboy used his power of flight to hover above it with legs spread wide before lowering himself onto the reinforced alloy shaft, moaning from the pain as his tight virgin hole was penetrated for the first time. The alloy shuddered from the force of the tight Hole of Steel, so the leader wrapped his hands around the balls and shaft as he whispered, “relax, Superboy.” He very lightly massaged the head, careful not to make the Teen hero blow his load. “Don’t fight it, just relax your body and let it glide inside of you.”

Superboy let out a relaxed sigh which was immediately followed by a cry of pain as he sank a few inches down and felt the dildo enter his virgin hole. The Supermen continued to worship the muscular hero, while pushing down on his shoulders to drive him further down and deeper onto the shaft, until finally 7 inches of metal were buried deep in the ass and guts of the Boy of Steel.

“Well done, Superboy,” congratulated the leader. “How does that feel inside you?”

“Arghhh,” groaned the hero, continuing to drive himself all the way down the shaft until he sat on the ground. “It hurts so much, like my ass is being torn open. But it also feels good to be doing this for you, Sir, and for your hand to be on my little Rod of Steel.”

“Now you may stroke my real Supermen and make them cum.”

“Ughhh, thank you sir,” groaned Superboy in bliss. The two muscle studs moved up to point their big hard cocks directly at the Boy of Steel, who realised that they would empty their load over his chest and stomach.

Eagerly taking a cock in each hand, Superboy enjoyed the sensation of the full girth in his hands and started to stroke with earnest.

“Oh sir, it feels so great to hold and stroke real cocks. They make my hands feels so small!”

The two Supermen flexed their bodes for the visual enjoyment of Superboy, also reaching forward and running their free hands over his muscles, causing Superboy to moan and leak even more precum from his rock hard little boner.

As he continued to enjoy himself, it became clear that Superboy was even raising and lowering himself on the dildo, clearly liking the feeling of the metal alloy fucking his ass. For their part, Collins and Masters were lost in the sensation of being jerked by the sexy young hero and were clearly approaching climax.

The leader positioned himself behind the Boy of Steel and added his own roaming hands, whispering into his ear. “Such a good boy, hero. Ass filled and jerking two cocks.” Superboy merely moaned in ecstasy and continued to pump the two big cocks.

The two Supermen both moaned they were about to cum. Moments later, thick jets of cum erupted powerfully from the two studs, lashing the Boy of Steel with multiple blasts of jizz. He felt the heat of the juice as it landed on his chin, chest and stomach and continued to milk the cocks while the two men moaned.

In a frenzy of lustful need, Superboy drove himself deeper still onto the dildo and without any warning felt his own hands-free climax hit. He shouted in joy as large gobs of superpowered cum shot from his cock to fly over the heads of the muscled studs and land far off in the distance. The glow from the synthetic pink kryptonite faded and it once more became a dull lifeless rock.

The leader quickly took in the unexpected turn of events and realised it was time to go. Signalling to all his men they rapidly dropped everything and made a hasty escape. While the poor Boy of Steel merely continued to sit impaled on the alloy dildo as his small and soft shaft dribbled cum.

When the pink K haze finally lifted, Superboy found himself alone, covered in cum and still impaled by the big dildo. Groaning, he exercised his power of flight and lifted himself off slowly, confused by an unexpectedly enjoyable sensation as the dildo pulled out of him.

He grabbed at the pendant swinging from his neck but noticed that it was no longer glowing. With a quick nod of decision, Superboy grabbed both the pendant and the alloy dildo and flew off to clean himself up.

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Superboy and the Pink K

Clark Kent made his way up the stairs and through the doorway into the First National bank. Being the only bank in a small town it was not exactly grand, but it had served the community well for generations, with its origins dating far back. On this quiet Tuesday morning he found that he was alone in the main room except for the sole bank teller.

Clark had started his internship a few months back with the Smallville Times and had come in today to withdraw the money he had finally saved to buy himself a new bicycle. He was standing at the counter with his completed slip in hand when a group of men armed with guns burst their way into the building.

Clark immediately lost his excitement about his withdrawal and switched to hero mode, but realised he could not possibly change into Superboy without giving away his secret. He decided to wait and watch, and only take action if he could do so discretely or if lives were in danger.

The group quickly secured the entry and took the mild-mannered young reporter as hostage. They then split up, leaving Clark under the annoyingly close gaze of two of the thieves while the rest went down to empty the vault.

The crew was quite efficient, and within 15 minutes they had returned with full bags, ready to make their exit. Clark was dragged to his feet and found himself alone with the crew, assuming the bank teller had been tied up downstairs.

“Boss,” said one of the gang with a worried tone. “What if Superboy shows up?”

“Don’t worry about the boyscout,” came the confident reply. As he spoke he drew an oddly shaped chunk of pink rock out of a satchel and held it in his hand. “The boys at the lab assured me this will stop him in his tracks.” He looked again at the rock and added, “hmmm, I didn’t notice it glowed. I wonder how it does that.”

Clark felt instantly alarmed and looked at the rock closely but could not see anything unusual about it, nor could he feel any harmful effects, like those he felt when exposed to kryptonite, and so he continued to wait and watch, assuming it was just another failed experiment.

A big van finally arrived outside and the crew rushed toward it, dragging Clark along as a hostage. A small part of the young hero’s mind wondered why he did not just resist them, but just as quickly he told himself that he was going to find their base of operations.

The trip in the car was not too long, but Clark found himself distracted and unable to concentrate. He would absently trail his hands slowly over his body, feeling his hard muscles through the costume beneath his clothing. He also noticed a stirring in his crotch as skin rubbed against the concealed spandex costume.

When they arrived at their destination, Clark felt his blood pumping and heart pounding and decided he should just continue his act and not try to save the day. However, as two men grabbed him around his biceps to drag him out of the van, he could not help but moan as a feeling of ecstasy swept across his body.

“Hey boss, this kid don’t look too good. Maybe we need to get him to a doctor.”

The boss, still holding the rock, moved toward them as he cast a doubtful look at Clark. “Let me take a look at him then.” He removed Clarks glasses and started to unbutton the shirt, before letting out an exclaimation of disbelief.

“Whoa! What are the odds, boys. Look at this, we got ourselves the Teen of Steel himself! Looks like this pink rock works on him as promised!”

The thieves all stopped to look at Superboy, as he stood with his arms seemingly held fast and he swayed weakly on his feet. The top of his bright red cape could now clearly be seen popping out, as could the royal blue spandex and the iconic S shield covering his impressive chest.

Superboy realised his predicament and felt a surge of adrenaline which cleared his mind. He flexed his still powerful frame, throwing the two assailants away from him, then quickly completed his change into the mighty Teen of Steel. “You’ve had your sick fun. Now you’re coming…” his confident tone trailed off and he found himself gazing at the pink rock. “You’re coming… coming… with…” but even as he tried to complete the sentence, Superboy could not fight the rising urge to have those hands once more wrapped around his arms.

The boss continued to hold the now glowing pink rock and advanced on the Boy of Steel as he gazed helplessly at the strange rock. “What a surprise. To capture the Teen of Steel himself?” The pink rock was held right near the young hero as he continued, “what exactly does this little chunk of rock do I wonder?”

The boss placed his free hand onto the muscled chest and was rewarded with a groan from the Boy of Steel as the contact caused a burning hot erotic charge to erupt on his chest. In one smooth motion, Superboy let his hands fall to his sides and looked down at the hand sitting upon his chest. “Uhhhh… please… touch…”

A big smile spread over the face of the boss as he realised some of the power this rock possessed. He quickly hung the pink synthetic kryptonite around the muscular neck of Superboy. He lifted his hand away from the Chest of Steel and was rewarded with a whimpering and moaning sound from the young hero as he gave a pleading look. “Urgghhh… god… please… touch me…”

Hoping to attract their attention, the young hero brought his arms up to his sides and flexed his impressive biceps. “Do you want to feel my super guns?”

At a nod from the boss, two of the crew moved beside Superboy and proceeded to rub and squeeze the steel like muscles, causing him to moan with delight. “Ohhh… thank you… uhhhh… feels so good…”

A further nod caused two more of the men to kneel down and run their hands up and down the spandex clad legs of Superboy, while also caressing the Buns of Steel.

The moaning from the young hero increased and the boss could see precum on the red briefs plus the outline of the hardening shaft of steel.

“Do you want me to hold your shaft, Superboy?”

The young hero nodded weakly but a frown crossed his features as the boss gently grazed his hand against the bulge and added, “No. You have to ask, Superboy.”

The young hero’s mouth opened but he managed to fight back the words, and so the final gang member moved behind the hero and wrapped his arms around to place a hand on each pectoral and rub gently. At this, the final shreds of resistance evaporated and Superboy quickly responded. “Please, please, hold my cock.”

A single eyebrow was raised in response and Superboy quickly understood his error and corrected himself. “Please sir, please, hold my… Shaft of Steel.”

The boss admired the view as the mighty Superboy stood before him with his entire body – encased as it was in tight fitting spandex – flexed for the enjoyment of he and his men. He removed the yellow belt and savoured the feeling of the tight stomach and abs.

The boss then dragged the red briefs down, allowing the hard cock to bounce free. As he took in the Shaft of Steel the boss could not help but chuckle at its diminutive 4 inch stature, causing a new pained look to spread over the face of the Superboy.

“Oh Superboy, I presumed it was still growing. I must say I was expecting that you would be packing a lot more ‘Super’ in those briefs of yours.”

The Teen of Steel felt his cheeks burning red with the heat of shame and fought back tears of humiliation. The boss made sure to quickly take some photos of the sexy young hero in all his glory.

Superboy had learned from an early age that his manhood was much smaller than other guys and so had always been sure to hide his cock in the change room. “I… uhhh.. err…” having never been exposed in front of another person before, this confrontation of his shame and humiliation was a completely new experience for the young hero. But he was desperate for the men to continue touching his body. “I’m sorry sir. I know my… Shaft of Steel… is small.” He gulped before continuing. “But please sir. Please continue to worship my body. I need it. And please sir, please hold my cock. I need to feel you stroking it sir.”

Superboy had a momentary flash of insight and continued, “I know it is small sir, but it is still my Shaft of Steel and Balls of Steel,” he added proudly. “You can abuse them if that would please you sir.”

For all its small stature, the boss had to concede it was a nice-looking cock. It curved up as it moved away from the groin of Superboy, making for a nice – if small – handhold. Testing this, the boss wrapped his hand around the shaft and squeezed, eliciting a new moan of ecstasy from the young superhero and creating a small jet of precum to ooze out.

“Ahhhhh,” sighed Superboy as he felt the hand close around his aching cock. “Thank you, sir. That feels so good sir.”

The hand was quickly removed however as the boss was keen to test the invulnerability of both the shaft and the balls. He started to slap the shaft, making the little member bounce around and for the young hero to gasp in pleasure. Maintaining his slapping on the shaft, the boss added smacks for the balls of steel, which hung tight and close to the base of the shaft.

Far from causing pain, the Boy of Steel was clearly euphoric at the attention. He was groaning audibly and he freely leaked precum. Feeling enjoyment at this control and abuse of the young hero, the boss quickly grabbed a baseball bat from the back of the van and proceeded to swing it like a golf club up into the balls. The bat connected with a solid thud with no change to the face of Superboy. In fact he spread his legs out wide to invite further attention.

The boss could feel his own excitement rising and he proceeded to swing strike after strike into the exposed balls and shaft of Superboy. Each swing was met with a satisfied groan from the young hero and an occasional, “thank you sir,” or “more please, sir.”

Finally the boss felt himself grow weary from the exertion and examined the groin of the hero, noting that all his efforts had caused no damage at all. Superboy merely moaned in ecstasy as his balls and shaft were held and explored.

These powerful sensations were completely new to the young hero, greatly enhanced as they were by the effects of the pink rock. Superboy had started to show off different muscle groups, moving through poses for the benefit of the men. The generally shy and reserved young hero found that he could not get enough attention from these men and craved new ways to please them.

“Do you like my body sir?” he asked almost timidly. “I am sorry that my Shaft of Steel is disappointing to you, but I hope my super body pleases you.”

The boss could feel the desire to be worshipped and controlled emanating from the hero. He wrapped his hand around the still hard Shaft of Steel and started a very slow stroking motion.

“Thank you, sir!” exclaimed Superboy as he felt the large hand wrapped around his small member and spurted even more precum. “Your touch feels so good, sir.” The Boy of Steel felt a tightening in his balls accompanied by a growing need to cum. Glancing down at his balls he noticed that they were much larger than usual. “Ughhh… arghhh. Sir, I really need to cum.”

Instinctively the hero’s hand moved toward his shaft but the boss shook his head simply, saying, “uh uh hero. You don’t get to touch yourself now.” To emphasize the point all the criminals instantly withdrew their hands, removing the sensations of touch which he so badly craved.

“Arghhhh!” he cried, the absence of their touch almost akin to a feeling of pain washing across his body. “Yes sir! Of course, sir,” panted the Boy of Steel as he immediately resumed flexing for his audience. “Please sir, please feel my muscles!” he cried in desperation. Superboy knew that this self-debasement was completely out of character and he should just fly away, but the need to be worshipped and groped by these men was overwhelming and he thought he might pass out if he didn’t cum soon.

At a nod the hands resumed their caress of the hapless young hero. He cupped the mighty Balls of Steel and played with them in his hands. The sensation on his smooth balls was heavenly and Superboy just moaned his appreciation. A hand was placed on the back of his head and he did not even think to resist as he was bent forward or when his briefs were dropped around his booted ankles.

The boss alternated between rubbing the balls and slow, sensual stroking. Given the fact that Superboy was quite young, and clearly inexperienced sexually, he did not want the heroic teen to blow his load too quickly. “Tell me Superboy, has anyone ever held your little Shaft of Steel before?”

Superboy again felt his cheeks blush at the mention of his diminutive member but shook his head, “no sir. You are the first to ever see my Shaft of Steel.” He paused before he added, “I have always been embarrassed by its small size, but it feels so good when you hold it, sir. Thank you.” To emphasize his appreciation, the hero flexed and held poses across his major muscles, making them like solid steel for the men.

“Very nice, Superboy.” As he continued the gentle stroking, the boss placed a hand on the now exposed and flexed ass of Superboy and felt the amazingly hard buns, rubbing them gently. He ran a single finger down into the crack between the two mounds and said, “now relax Superboy.”

A small voice screamed an alert in his mind, but Superboy was a slave to these feelings and relaxed his ass, nodded and murmured, “yes, sir.”

The finger slid down until the boss could feel the tight puckered asshole of the young hero. Believing it would be practically impossible to enter that opening he merely played with the hole and massaged it, causing the teen superhero to moan and shake his hips.

Superboy thought he was going to go crazy from the stimulation and the effects of the pink kryptonite. “Please sir, I beg you, please make me cum.”

“Good boy,” came the response and was accompanied by an increase to the pace of the stroking.

“Ughhh, thank you sir. Your hand feels so good on my shaft.” He continued to move and flex his muscles, “And my body. I hope my muscles make you happy sir.”

The hero was now completely lost to the feelings rolling across his body and could think of nothing other than his desire to impress these men and of his need to blow his load. As the stroking continued to increase in pace, his body started to twitch uncontrollably. Superboy moaned and groaned as he felt the feeling build in his balls and the base of his shaft. “Ughhhh… Oh sir… ahhhhhh…” he trailled off briefly. “Please, may I cum sir?”

“Good boy. You may cum now Superboy,” replied the boss.

Within seconds the body of the young hero spasmed as a powerful orgasm rocked across it. The small shaft shot out a large load which went more than 20 feet in the air before falling to the ground far in the distance. Superboy could feel sweat beading on his brow and bucked his hips as the stroking continued on his highly sensitive head.

As the hero blew his load, it went unnoticed that the pink kryptonite stopped glowing, and Superboy felt his mind quickly clearing of the cloudiness and distracting urges.

“Quite a big load out of that little Shaft of Steel, Superboy,” said the boss as he continued to hold the cock of the Boy of Steel in his hand. “I think maybe it’s time for us to christen your costume, hero. How about we cover you in our cum, Superboy?”

As the cloud lifted from his mind, the young hero was hit with the impact of his recent actions. For a few moments he stood in a daze, his cock still held in the grip of the boss as it softened and shrank to an even smaller size. As he processed the events his shock turned to anger which he directed at the criminals.

Launching himself into the air to hover above the group he looked down on them with eyes glowing red. Ripping the pink kryptonite from around his neck he dangled it before him. “I don’t know how you made this foul thing, but it won’t be helping you any more.” He squeeze his powerful fist causing the pink rock to shatter, sending shards flying.

Belatedly, the Boy of Steel realised his oversight, and quickly pulled his briefs back up and repositioned his belt to once again appear mighty and awe-inspiring to the criminals.

The gang scrambled to make an escape but they had no hope against super powered Teen of Steel. Within moments he had bundled them into their getaway van and flew it to the Smallville police station to drop them all off. Not wanting to hang around and relive the story of his humiliating defeat, he quickly made his exit.

[drainthehero]

Superman and the Brotherhood

Superman appeared as if from nowhere, with only a faint outline of a blue streak indicating that he had not just materialised. One moment the sky was clear and the next he floated majestically in mid-air with one spandex covered muscled leg bent slightly at the knee. His bright red cape billowed behind him in the afternoon breeze and his arms were folded with his big round biceps and his massive chest all competing to burst their way out of the tight spandex costume which struck fear into the heart of all villains.

A stern frown currently sat on his boyishly handsome face as he addressed the lone man standing in the park. So this was the guy who had created all this commotion, he thought to himself as he realised this must be a new villain at large. The man was about 6’4” with a muscled physique and a face which could have been crafted by the gods of old. His short blond hair was immaculately spiked and he wore a calm and disarming smile, which was somewhat at odds with the scene around him. The only truly unusual thing were his eyes which were as black as the depths of space.

Strewn around the man was the evidence of the fight prior to the arrival of the Man of Steel. Clutter and debris of all shapes and sizes, most of which appeared to have once been vehicles, statues, furnishings or trees. They were now smashed into large chunks and the muscled superhero noted to take care as the villain clearly had super strength.

What was more alarming was the total lack of any mark on the man, nor any sign of stress or exertion. Indeed, as Superman looked more closely he noticed that the man wore a tightly fitted black spandex suit which hugged a muscular frame, and there was not a single mark on the suit.

Superman breathed in but before he could deliver a scathing line to the new villain, words rang up from the ground clear as a bell through the breeze.

“Ahh, the hunky hero has arrived to save the day,” called up the man. He had a calm and soothing voice which the Man of Steel assumed would have served him well in a public role. Superman bridled briefly at the sexualised description and realised the man was trying to get under his skin.

He shook his head softly as he replied. “I don’t know who you are, but your little reign of terror has gone on for too long.” Superman paused for dramatic effect before continuing. “Give yourself up now and come quietly.”

The man gave a thoughtful look while nodding his head slowly. “I am One,” he said simply. “You make a lot of sense Superman. Rain of Terror seems quite fitting.”

Without warning the Man of Steel felt something heavy and solid impacting the back of his head as he was driven at a high pace directly toward the paved ground below. He was caught off guard and unable prevent himself from being driven into the ground face first, left with the dark object standing upright from his back. His cape lay lazily off to the side and his booted feet twitched slightly while one hand was hanging limply from an upraised arm. The Bubble Butt of Steel stood out from the paved ground, covered by the tight red spandex briefs.

One appeared in no rush to follow up his surprise assault, and he waited patiently for the muscled hero who, after a few seconds, brushed off the groggy feeling and quickly repositioned himself in the sky, this time armed with a heightened sense of perception and the strange object. He felt his biceps flex as he held it and did his best not to show the strain of lifting the inexplicably heavy object.

“Hey, I think this is yours,” quipped the Man of Steel as he threw the object toward One, who merely watched impassively as it hurtled toward him.

However, just inches before the object could smash into the handsome face of One, it connected with an unseen barrier in front of the strange villain and instead was stretched out to either side of his still calm visage. “By the way, you were almost correct,” came the deadly calm reply. “I would say this has gone on just long enough, to lure you into the perfect trap.”

Superman could not hide his shock as the amazingly heavy object was manipulated like a piece of putty. Realising he must be dealing with a powerful telekinetic he started to scan the area more actively and carefully for signs of attack.

The object continued to be manipulated and was soon turned into a long thick floating piece of ribbon-like material. Without warning it launched toward the hovering hero and began to wrap itself tightly around the Man of Steel. It moved with pace and expert design, with his arms trapped to his sides by the quickly moving object.

“Ugghhhh,” grunted Superman, as he struggled to free his arms from the ever-tightening bands. Within a few seconds he felt himself practically immobilised. Thinking to escape he activated his power of flight but then strangely felt the mass of the object increase exponentially and start to drag him down.

“Wha… how?” was the only confused sentence he could muster. One simply watched quietly, giving the mighty kryptonian a look as though he were chiding a naughty child.

Superman felt the band get tighter and tighter, as he landed heavily to stand on the ground. The bands were only wrapped from his waist to his shoulders, leaving his spandex clad groin and muscular blue legs free of entrapment.

He realised the bands were not relenting and noticed that he was getting short of breath. “Ugghh…” groaned Superman as he felt a wave of dizziness wash across his mind and felt his vision blurring as his eyelids fluttered in a feeble attempt to stay open.

One watched calmly as the most powerful superhero on the planet swayed unsteadily on his feet. His eyes were clearly out of focus and his head listed weakly off to one side. His breathing had become shallow and laboured as the bands removed almost any freedom for his lungs to expand and draw in precious oxygen. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly, appearing to be failed attempts to question his attacker.

In less than a minute, the weakening kryptonian gave in to the immense mass wrapped around his mighty frame and he collapsed to his knees. He found himself unable to fall to his side, with his legs instead spread apart painfully as the weight continued to pull him inexorably down.

Finally his painful journey ended with his big red bulge squashed onto the pavement, pressed down by the terrible weight of the object, and his legs split out to either side. His head was held up by an unseen force so he was made to look at the man who had defeated him so quickly and effortlessly. Short gasps of breath could still be heard forcing their way into his lungs and drool was clearly visible as it traced its way down his slack chin.

One moved over to stand before the muscled mass of hero and reached down to feel the big bulging briefs. “My, my, Man of Steel,” he murmured, a smile now visible for the first time. A smile which, while terrifying for Superman, made One even more beautiful to behold. “This feels even nicer than it looks.” He felt carefully through the briefs of the immobilized Man of Steel. “I am going to have a lot of fun playing with this,” Superman groaned as he felt his shaft being squeezed by a sightless force, “and these.” A much more pained groan escaped his lips which was accompanied by a grimace of pain as the Orbs of Steel were crushed by the same sightless force.

One reached out with a cloth to carefully wipe the drool from the lips and chin of the Man of Steel, then leaned in to give him a long and passionate kiss.

The Man of Steel was disturbed and turned off by the approach but was helpless to resist the soft lips as they first grazed then pressed into his own. The tongue quickly followed and explored his mouth and throat.

“I think that should about do, don’t you Superman?” asked One as he stood back to admire his handiwork.

The mighty hero felt a fresh band wrap around his massively muscled neck before all the bands tightened yet again. He knew that his lungs would no longer be able to accept any of the precious oxygen he required and gave into his defeat.

One observed intently as Superman succumbed to what was effectively an extreme sleeper hold. Within moments of his breathing being cut off, his eyes fluttered then closed and his entire body hung limply in bands and unseen telekinesis. One and Superman then glided up and away from the scene of destruction and carnage.

--

The Man of Steel awoke to a pounding headache, sore testicles and a tight stretching sensation across his entire body. The headache quickly passed and he realised with relief that his powers were still intact. Within seconds he was fully alert and had assessed his grim situation.

The wall in front of him was a giant mirror and in its reflection he could see he still wore his costume and was currently suspended about four feet off the floor with his arms and legs running straight out and away from his torso, held by some kind of golden energy bands circling his wrists and ankles. He noticed in horror that a small slit had been cut in the lower region of his shiny red briefs. His balls had been pulled through and an extremely heavy weight was attached to the sack and was even now stretching it painfully down and away from his pelvis. He assumed it was augmented in similar fashion to the object which had been used to capture him.

Without thought Superman flexed his powerful body to break free of his restraints. The big muscles across his chest, shoulders, back, thighs and biceps all rippled and then turned to hardened steel as he pulled with all his might. But his exertion was useless against the powerful energy bands keeping him suspended.

With a sigh he returned his attention to his predicament. The bands of light had no clear point of origin so they probably derived through some form of magic or telekinesis.

Switching to his X-ray vision and super hearing he could see that the walls, floor and ceiling were all lined with lead. Barely muffled sounds could be heard behind the mirrored wall, suggesting that the lead coating was quite thick.

He continued to hang in his trapped position for another hour as his ballsack was painfully and humiliatingly stretched. At this point it looked as though he could fit his entire hand around the loose skin between the base of his shaft and his now low hanging balls. During his wait he felt the burning humiliation of his defeat and his exposure at the hands of the villain. Recalling the practically effortless way he had been totally manhandled and overpowered by One brought a fresh burst of red to his cheeks as his embarrassment grew.

--

In the adjoining room, One stood with a small group of men who observed Superman on a monitor bank as his massive muscles strained and flexed against the golden bands. To the side could be seen a small army of young men seated in a meditation pose with their eyes closed, sporting various looks of calm, focus and concentration.

As Superman was seen to struggle against his prison, One noticed the effect on the young men. Some groaned, some strained visibly and a few passed out, only to be replaced from a large pool of waiting Supplicants.

One nodded in contemplation as the test on their will was met and passed. “He has proven to be much stronger than our modelling suggested,” commented One as the group returned to their calm meditation. “I was surprised we needed 48 in the circle to subdue him.”

“Indeed,” responded an elderly man with a sharp and angry nod. “Naturally we came prepared, but never expected to have the circle so large. 18 of those men were burned by the Connection and a few more will likely be witless for the rest of their lives.” The voice carried no sympathy nor sadness. He merely stated the fact.

“Worthy sacrifices,” added another elder. “The work here is much less taxing on the Supplicants,” he continued. “The Foci are boosting their talents as expected.”

“And how is the work progressing with the link?” asked One.

A new voice offered his knowledge. “As you know, the alien has the benefit of strong defences and the completely unknown psycho-physiology. But we have succeeded in planting a Spy and a Seed. Each performed adequately under testing.” He paused briefly before adding. “Test suggests that any Seed will perish once absent from a direct link. However, the Spy appears to have adapted to the alien environment and should flourish independently.”

“Good,” responded One. “Can we take control of a power?”

“Yes,” nodded the same voice. “But only when he experiences pleasure. When he is in pain or rage the Seed will be burned. Also, even with the Foci our time here is limited. Anything more than an hour of him actively fighting and we will likely run out of Supplicants.”

One considered this information for a moment before nodding and replying. “Well, that makes clear our course of action: Pleasure. Heat. Pain. Are the Supplicants ready for the ordeal ahead?” Upon observing a confident nod, One merely added, “good. Let’s test some limits then,” as he exited through a door.

--

As Superman wallowed in self pity a door opened to his left, admitting One into the room. He carried himself with an unearthly confidence, something which the mighty kryptonian was unaccustomed to in an adversary, and therefore added to his own feeling of discomfort. Superman noted with curiosity that the eyes of One were no longer entirely black and were now a very human shade of jade green.

“Welcome Superman,” said One with that quiet confidence. “I trust you understand your situation and do not require the drudgery of an explanation.”

The Man of Steel grunted before saying. “I don’t know what sick plan you have in mind, but you won’t get away with it.”

A smile tweaked the side of One’s lips. “Who really can tell the future? I much prefer to live in the now.” He reached down and using one hand, picked up the weight and collar and held them in front of Superman’s face. “How are those Orbs of Steel feeling Superman? They seem to be hanging a little low down there.” He fondled them briefly eliciting a groan before adding with a tilt of his head. “You know for some reason I thought they’d be silky smooth.”

The Man of Steel bit back a retort, knowing any words would be hollow. But his cheeks flushed a fresh burst of crimson as he felt his balls being fondled by the handsome blond god with the green eyes.

One placed the weight on the ground then ran his hand over the spandex covered torso, feeling the tight and powerful muscles through the thin fabric. Relishing this moment he locked his gaze with the mighty hero as he played with the bulging arm and chest muscles and returned to fondling those low hanging balls.

He finished by working his hand down the washboard abdominals, making a comment as he did so, “that ten pack must take some time in the gym.” When he reached the bright yellow belt he unbuckled it and let it hang open, not wanting to remove any piece of the hero’s well known costume.

One then ran his hand over the red briefs and played with the shaft beneath. He knew that the teams in the other room would be scrambling the sensory perceptions of the hero to reduce his resistance and enhance his willingness to enjoy. As if on cue, a low moan escaped the lips of the bound hero and One could feel the shaft stirring under his hand. One resisted the urge to kiss those lips as he knew it would likely feed the resistance being offered up by Superman’s subconscious.

Instead he broke the eye contact to look at his prize. The bulge within the red briefs was growing and already the outline of his hardening cock could be seen. The stroking continued as did the fondling of the balls, leaving Superman to moan mindlessly under the combined pleasurable assault on his groin and mind.

Within a few minutes, Superman was sporting a full boner in his briefs and a small patch of precum showed the position of his head.

One took a calculate risk to draw the hero further in with a question in a soothing tone. “Does that feel good Superman? Do you feel the stress and pressure fading away?”

The answer was obvious, as the Man of Steel no longer strained against his bondage, but it was a good step to get his conscious mind to agree.

“Mmm-mmmm,” he murmured and nodded gently in agreement. “Ahhh… feels so good. So relaxing.”

“That’s good Superman,” continued the soothing tone. “You deserve to relax and enjoy yourself sometimes, don’t you? That sounds fair to me.”

“Mmm-mmmm,” he murmured in agreement once more. “Oh god… yes… deserve... sometimes.”

The replies from the Man of Steel suggested his mind was well into his pleasure centre, so One slipped down the band of the shiny red briefs and pulled out the rock hard Shaft of Steel with it’s uncut head glistening precum.

“Let me help you relax, Superman. This won’t take long.”

The eyes of the mighty kryptonian were glazed over by this point and he simply nodded his agreement and gave One a look of slight longing, which quickly changed to a look of ecstasy and need as the hand of One wrapped around the hard shaft and began to stroke with a slow steady rhythm.

The stroking continued and Superman was lost to the feelings of pleasure coursing through his body. He let his head slide back and started to make small thrusting movements with his pelvis as an urge to cum started to build.

One felt the thrusting and knew its meaning but continued his slow deliberate strokes. His patience was rewarded in less than a minute when the moaning stopped and the hero offered up a single word. “Please.”

“Yes Superman? What can I do for you?”

“Agghhh,” came the moaned reply. “Please go faster. Please make me cum.”

“Of course Superman, only too happy to oblige.” True to his word, One increased the pace of his stroking and the Man of Steel went completely limp in his golden bondage as he felt himself approaching the climax.

One stroked harder and faster and continued his stroking as the orgasm crashed itself across the superpowered body. Superman’s entire body flexed involuntarily as bursts of cum shot out of his cock, only to be captured by unseen bands of energy and removed quickly for safe storage.

One kept his hand wrapped around the still hard Cock of Steel and gently teased the sensitive head, causing Superman to come out of his euphoric state and buck in his bondage.

As though coming out of hypnosis, a shocked and disgusted look set itself on the face of the Man of Steel as he saw his hard cock sitting in the hand of the villain with remnants of cum dripping from the head. “What? How? What have you done to me?” came the outraged questions.

“That was the first of our procedures for you Superman,” came the confident reply from One. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“You’re sick. How dare you!” Superman blushed and struggled in the bondage but still he couldn’t budge the golden bands.

“The second phase will be somewhat less enjoyable I’m afraid.” As he said the words One stepped to the side of the Man of Steel and said, “please focus your gaze on your balls.” Sensing the resistance he added, “believe me when I say it will be easier if you comply.”

“I mentioned earlier my surprise that you do not have silky balls Superman, so I wanted to test a theory. Can your heat vision burn them smooth?”

The only reply was a look of distaste and disgust from the hero who could not believe what he was hearing.

“Focus your gaze on them please. I realise you won’t trust me, but I suggest you believe me.”

Superman stubbornly refused to comply and felt the unseen force moving his head to the desired position so that he was looking at his poor stretched ballsack. He then closed his eyes, partly in defiance, partly in shame for their treatment, feeling a small sense of victory.

That sense was short-lived though, as he suddenly felt shock and fear as his heat vision activated and began burning into his eyelids, forcing him to open them immediately.

One simply nodded as the heat vision was activated and reflected from the mirror back onto the Orbs of Steel. Immediately they started to glow a dull red and the smell of burning hair filled his senses.

Superman cried out in pain as his own heat vision burned his ballsack and watched as the unseen force manipulated his elongated sack, moving it around such that the entire surface was burnt clear of any hair.

“They look much better now Superman. Smooth and silky like the balls of a whore. I better wait for them to cool down before I feel them so let’s see how much they can take!”

“No! Please!” cried the bound hero as he desperately attempted to shut down his heat vision. The burning sensation increased as the sack was no longer being moved around, causing the effect to be focussed onto his testicles. “Arrghhhh! Arghhhhh! Please… the pain… stop!”

The Man of Steel was desperate to protect his balls and he struggled violently in his bondage, this time not giving up despite his failure. The pain was terrible and relentless as the power of his heat vision continuing to pour from his eyes directly into his reddened sack.

A thoughtful frown sat on the face of One as he observed. “Clearly we are getting near the melting point of those Orbs of Steel, Superman. They are glowing red now and look like they’re about to be melted clear off your body. How would it feel to have no balls Super…” One trailed off. “Hmmm. What would we call you then I wonder? Supereunuch?”

The rage and pain continued to build in the Man of Steel and he felt shock and surprise as control of his heat vision finally returned to him and he shut it off immediately. In spite of the terrible pain in his balls he experienced a burst of hope and flexed and strained with all his might.

One knew that the end of their experiment was drawing near so he proceeded to the final phase. Picking up the weight it immediately transformed into a telekinetically enhanced baseball bat. With precision and skill, One proceeded to swing the bat at the fully exposed and still very sore Orbs of Steel.

Whack! A sound like two heavy lead objects colliding filled the room. The low hanging balls were hit with such force they stretched out to the side before curving up and smacking into the steel thigh muscle and returning to dangle low and exposed.

Superman had been so busy fighting the golden bondage that he had no awareness of the new assault by One.

As the bat collided, Superman gave out a high-pitched scream laden with suffering from the pain which burst across his body like lightning. His powerful muscles spasmed in a natural response to protect his jewels, and he noticed that he had finally managed to move one of the golden bands.

Fighting the urge to give up, he took a deep breath to flex again but was interrupted by the second blow to his balls.

Whack! That same reverberating sound of two heavy leaden objects colliding. Again the balls were thrown up into the thigh of the hero, this time looking slightly misshapen and still red when they stopped their movement.

This time the cry from Superman was choked and tears were evident on his face. But the involuntary response was even more powerful and he finally found movement for both his arms. He wrapped his hands around the golden bands and began to pull, tensing and bracing himself for the next impact.

Whack! The third impact sounded more like a crunch than a thud and the pain gave the Man of Steel the strength to wrest his arms free as the golden bands shattered into nothingness. He quickly cupped his precious and hurting balls, desperate to curl into the foetal position and ensure nothing could ever hurt them again.

But self-preservation soon took over and he directed a murderous look of hatred at his foe, eyes glowing a fresh shade of red as he prepared to activate his heat vision and turn One into a smouldering corpse.

Infuriatingly, One simply slung the baseball bat over his shoulder and watched with one raised eyebrow as the threat of a painful death hung over him.

Superman risked the removal of one of his hands from his poor balls to wrench his ankles free and was soon hovering above the hated villain, one hand cupping his exposed and pain-wracked testicles.

With a howl of rage Superman directed his heat vision at the ceiling above One, bring rubble and molten material down on him instantly. The mass was then blasted with heat vision and cold breath as the Man of Steel fulfilled his primal urge to protect himself from the terrible foe.

Finally believing that he was safe from One, the Man of Steel launched himself through the new hole in the roof and flew away in an instant to heal, lick his wounds and lament his horrendous final actions.

--

After the hero had left, the shell of molten and frozen material shattered and was flung away from the unharmed form of One, who was shortly joined by the small group of men from the other room.

“That went better than planned,” opined One.

“Agreed,” replied the older man. “A lot of data about his limits and weaknesses.”

“And the Supplicants?” queried One.

“The alien was even more powerful than our last encounter,” came the reply. “Even with the Foci we would not have lasted much longer than when we dropped the bands.”

“The approach is validated,” added the older man. “We will develop additional methods to test and control him. It is just a matter of time.”

[drainthehero]

I haven’t seen and attempts to “demolish” me. So how are you gonna do it little villain? Too scared to face me?

FYI, my suit isn’t gay!!

and i don’t know what you’re talking about, I have no weakness!

Silly little hero. You look even more gay when you stand there with your hands on your hips in supposed defiance. Do you get a boner from walking as your spandex rubs your thighs and balls?

And I don't go out of my way to hunt down wannabe heroes. I wait for them to foolishly attempt to interrupt my plans then I deal with them.

[drainthehero]

Don’t get ahead of yourself villain! I’m not going to be the one who is helpless and weak!

And I wouldn’t underestimate me if I were you. I will prove harder to defeat than you think!

So I’ll be merciful this once, if you surrender now, I’ll save you the humiliation of being utterly defeated

Keep the attitude little hero. It should serve you well for your ordeal as I demolish you. Stripping you of your strength then stripping you of your gay little spandex costume to show the world your weakness

[drainthehero]

There’s nothing pretend about this hero!

Man’s the only begging there will be is YOU begging for mercy!!

Little hero wants to be taken down a peg? Are you tbat keen to feel my boot on your neck as you lay helpless and weak beneath me?

[drainthehero]

Watch out villain! The straight Jade Spider is coming for you!

I’ve seen the hero’s you’ve beaten before and came to warn you that I’ve come to defeat you and free the hero’s you’ve enslaved!!

I will not succumb to your power like those before me! Prepare to meet your doom!!

Oh how cute, a little pretend hero. You’ll end up helpless, drained and milked like all those before you. That straight boy cock will beg to serve me as is its place

[drainthehero]

Conner and Dick

“Wow!” exclaimed Dick. “You look fucking awesome. And so damned sexy!”

After some arm twisting, Conner had finally agreed to ditch his signature look ‘jeans and tee’ in favour of a proper costume. Having just tried it on for the first time, he was now showing it off to – and being appraised by – his hero lover.

“You think?” asked the shy hero as he felt his cheeks burning. He looked in the mirror and ran his hands over his muscular frame, which was now covered – barely – by red, black and blue spandex with yellow touches. The red and yellow ‘S’ shield stretched over his impressive chest. “It feels a bit… revealing. And I don’t think Superman will like it.”

Dick moved behind and pressed his body into Conner’s back, placing one hand on a meaty pectoral and the other to massage the big red bulge. “Who cares what Superman thinks? And it’s supposed to be revealing, that’s why so many sexy superheroes wear it,” he replied smoothly.

“Mmmmm. Thank you, sir,” moaned Conner as his big shaft quickly grew under the expert touch of his Master. Conner opened his eyes to see a big grin spread across the face of the young Boy Wonder, then looked down to see the unmistakeable outline of his hard shaft through the red spandex. “Ohhh. I can’t fight crime like this! The jeans were much better at hiding my boners.”

“Don’t worry, my sexy superslave,” said Dick, causing Conner to shiver in ecstasy and for his rock hard cock to dribble some precum, making a small dark blotch. “I have a solution. Tell me,” he continued as he moved to open a drawer. “When was the last time you came slave?”

This last was delivered in a no-nonsense tone which Conner knew all too well. He straightened his back immediately, “th- this morning, sir.” When Robin did not reply, Conner blushed and continued, “I… uh… I watched you showering this morning,” the use of X-ray vision was clearly implied, “and I couldn’t help myself sir.”

A frown crossed the handsome face of the Boy Wonder. “And did I command you to cum?”

The tone was getting decidedly serious, leaving Conner with no doubt that he was in trouble. “Uh… no, sir. You did not.”

“Remind me again superslave. Who’s cock is this?” Robin squeezed the big thick shaft as he asked the question.

“Yours, sir!” came the instant reply, a quiver of nerves evident in his voice. “I- I’m sorry sir, it won’t happen again.”

“Damn right it’s mine and it most definitely won’t happen again. I will make sure of it.” Dick then pulled an item out of the drawer and held it in his palm as he said, “you will wear this at all times, unless I say otherwise.”

Conner looked at the chastity cage and felt himself gulp as his eyes widened. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected that he would be forced into chastity and his mind reeled at the prospect.

Dick could see the conflict and pressed his point. “That cock is mine, but while it is uncaged it is clearly a distraction for you.” To make his point, the Boy Wonder stroked the big hard shaft through the spandex, making Superboy moan again. “So you are going to take this cage and lock my cock up in it superslave. Then we will continue.”

Conner nodded reflexively to his Master and said, “yes sir,” without thought or hesitation. He retrieved the cage and looked like a helpless lost puppy as he considered it against his rock hard erection.

“Go somewhere less arousing,” added Dick, this time in a more conversational tone.

Superboy grinned and nodded then flew off to find a secluded space where he could wait for his boner to go away. The fastest way would have been to bust a nut, but he had not thought to ask permission in his rush to leave.

He returned to see the now costumed form of the Boy Wonder and he drank in the sight. This action was met with instant regret as his cock immediately strained against the cage and caused Superboy to groan with pain and cover his bulge with his hand.

Robin had noticed the outline of the cage within the thin spandex bulge and made a mental note to arrange some padding to line the bulge. It was an impressively large bulge though, given the big cock on Superboy, who he noted with pleasure was already suffering in the cage.

“Well done. Now it’s time for your punishment.”

Superboy’s eyes went wide as he wondered at the punishment his master had planned for him. “Y- yes sir.”

“This punishment will require a special item,” began Robin as he sat down and took the lead lined container from his utility belt. He held up the small green rock to hang from its chain. “Come over here and flex for me.”

Superboy felt a knot of dread form in his stomach – although only for the coming weakness – and immediately moved to stand where directed, bringing his arms up and out to flex his big guns.

The Boy Wonder whistled with appreciation at the flexing form of Superboy. He then ran his hands over the spandex covered muscles, feeling them through the thin material. He also made a point of groping the caged cock of Superboy and playing with his balls. “That’s much better, slave. I like the feel of my property encased tightly in there.” This action was rewarded by a groaning sound from Conner, who had a glazed look in his eyes. “No chance of you touching my cock without permission now, is there?”

A pained look crossed the handsome face of Superboy as his cock throbbed and strained to grow. He could feel it pressing against the cage and desperately wanted to rip the cage off his manhood, but looked into his Master’s eyes and found the strength to resist the urge. “Yes sir,” he whispered weakly. “Anything for you sir.”

Robin continued to fondle the Boy of Steel, taking joy from both the tight muscles and the highly aroused state of the muscle stud. “Does that feel good, slave? Does that Cock of Steel want to escape its prison and feel my hand wrapped around it?” As he asked the last question he wrapped his hand around the caged shaft and felt the precum which had oozed through the costume.

“Urgghh,” groaned Superboy, letting his arms hang loosely by his side and dropping his head forward to watch his cock being fondled. “Please sir, yes sir. I’d do anything for you to do that.”

“Good boy, that’s what I like to hear,” replied Robin. “But not right now, as you still need to be punished.” He then lifted the chain over the head of Superboy and let it fall to hang around the strong neck with the small pebble of kryptonite settling to sit in the middle of the big S, nestled as it was between the two slabs of pectoral meat.

The kryptonite started to glow green as it interacted with the solar charged body of the young clone, having an immediate effect. “Ohhhh,” moaned Superboy as he felt the strength being drained from his body. “Oh sir, you make me so weak. Please punish me.” As he spoke he could feel his body sagging with weakness from the kryptonite. Robin watched on – his own cock now rock hard – as the muscled hero fell to his knees with his head and limbs sagging limply.

“Lay over my knees boy,” commanded Robin.

Superboy looked at his Master, his breathing ragged. He gasped out a “yes, sir,” as he weakly clambered up to lay prone across the lap of the Boy Wonder with his ass sticking out invitingly.

“Good boy.” The Boy Wonder wasted no time and immediately brought his leather gloved hand down swiftly and firmly on the bubble buttock of the young hero, making a sharp cracking sound and eliciting a satisfying yelp from Superboy.

This was an entirely new version of pain for the clone and he braced himself as the gloved hand continued to fall onto his spandex clad cheeks. Each smack elicited a cry or groan from the young hero and Robin felt his hand beginning to warm within the leather glove. He spoke gently to his slave as he administered the punishment. “You know better than to touch yourself without my permission, don’t you slave?”

“Yes sir,” uttered Superboy breathlessly. “Arggh!”

“And yet you still touched yourself. Clearly you asked for this, didn’t you? You must enjoy it when I punish you.”

“Ugghhhh,” moaned the young clone of Superman. “Any touch from you- Ughhh!- is bliss, sir.”

As the spanking continued, Conner felt his arousal growing. The pain of his ass cheeks, the weakness in his body, the hot touch of his Master. His big cock strained and throbbed in the cage, denied the chance to grow.

“How does your cock feel now, slave?” Asked Robin while he continued the rhythmic pounding.

“Sir,” moaned Superboy. “It’s unbearable. I’m so aroused by you, by your ability to weaken me. My cock feels so tight in the cage.”

“Here,” said Robin, wrapping Superboy’s hand around his own hard shaft. “Mine is free, so you may stroke it my slave.”

Superboy made a low, barely coherent growling noise as he stroked the big hard shaft of his Master. It drove him mad with desire and served as a constant reminder of his own caged cock. “Thank you, sir. It feels amazing!”

After a few more minutes Robin landed his final blow – although Superboy was positive he would feel that glorious heat radiating from his ass for the rest of the day – and he made a short whimpering sound as the sensation ceased. “Now.” The Boy Wonder maintained his serious tone, leaving Superboy on edge. “Kneel before me and lean back.”

“Yes sir. Ugghhh,” muttered Superboy as he slowly lifted himself up. “So weak, sir.” Robin let his hands play across the spandex covered muscles as the clone moved, knowing that this would cause him additional distraction.

Sure enough, a look like that of a hurt puppy set across the handsome features of Superboy as he positioned himself under the gaze and touch of his Master. He knelt on the floor and leaned back, reaching and folding his arms above his head to show off his bulging biceps. “Like this, sir?” he asked almost innocently. “I am so weak from your influence and power.”

Robin admired the sight of the kneeling clone of Superman and took his cock out, beginning to stroke it. Thanks to the spanking and the sight of the superhero slave, the Boy Wonder’s cock was still rock hard and dripping with pre cum. Superboy watched with hunger as the stroking continued, finding himself unable to resist the urge. “Please sir, fill my mouth and hole. Use me for your pleasure.”

“No, slave,” came the stern reply. “Part of your punishment is knowing that I will not use you now. And the knowledge that your actions have caused me to miss out on the pleasure of fucking your mouth and ass.”

“Yes sir,” said Superboy, his big eyes looking sad and forlorn. Robin could see the effect of his admonishment in those eyes, but steeled his resolve to ensure this lesson would strike hard and stay with him.

“Instead,” resumed Robin in a slightly less harsh tone, “you will be my cumrag. Only worthy to stand beneath me as I blow my load over you.”

“Mmmmnnhh.” Superboy felt a new surge of pain in his caged cock as he was washed with a sense of joy at the thought of being covered in his Masters cum. “Yes sir. Please use me. Please punish me.”

All this was enough for the Boy Wonder. He sped up his stroking and thrust his hips as an orgasm washed over his body. Thick jets of cum shot out of his cock onto Superboy, landing on his face, chest and his caged cock.

“Argghhhh! My cock is throbbing sir. Please may I remove the cage. It is so difficult to bear.”

Robin just leaned down and gave Superboy a long, passionate kiss, before licking some of the cum from the boy’s lips and savouring the taste. “Of course not, superslave. It will be uncaged when I have need of it.” He scooped the chain up and walked out of the room, positioning his cock back into his costume as he left.

Superboy sighed and collapsed back onto the floor as he felt his powers returning to his sore body, although there was no relief for his tightly caged cock, which was now more painful as the super charged shaft was trying to break through the reinforced polymer casing. He resolved himself to a long night of frustration courtesy of his blue balls.

The next day was turning out to be less enjoyable for the Boy Wonder, who found himself rudely awakened by a jug full of ice cold water being thrown in his face.

He quickly came to consciousness and assessed his situation as pretty grim. He was bound – surprisingly well – into a sturdy metal frame device which was sitting in the middle of a large and practically empty warehouse. He struggled his athletic frame against his bindings, but realised he wasn’t going to be able to break or weaken them. His arms were bound tightly behind his back and his legs were strapped at 45 degree angles, with his entire body suspended about half a foot off the ground.

Casting his eyes around the room he saw 5 men standing near him, four wearing basic stealth gear – one of whom was holding the now empty jug – and the fifth in an expensive looking suit.

As he committed their faces to memory he recalled that he had made his way into this warehouse only to be ambushed with a knockout gas and a pretty heavy blow to the back of his head. To his shame, he hadn’t even had a chance to land one good blow to his assailants.

“Okay bird boy. Time for you to give us some information.” This came from the same thug who had woken him with the water.

Robin flashed him a winning smile as he tried to shift his position and improve the blood flow to his shoulders. “Look boys. I get that I’m a bit of a chatterbox, but this isn’t going to end the way you want. That’s not how I operate.” As he opened his mouth to continue a big fist slammed into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. “Ooooomph!”

A second fist sailed through the air and connected with his jaw, throwing his head to the side.

“Shut your-,” started the thug but he was cut off by Robin.

“I’m guessing your girlfriend taught you to punch. I think you need more les…”

The words were literally punched out of his mouth as a second blow landed in the same place and snapped his head to the side once more, this time making him spit out a little blood. The man in the suit watched with patience as the exchange continued.

The Boy Wonder worked his jaw a little and then continued his taunting. “I’d suggest you get her to come and do this for you, but she’ll be in bed all day on account of me fucking her senseless last ni…”

Another blow to the face. “Given your performance with Superman,” quipped the thug, “I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t know which end of a girl to fuck, bird brain.”

“Maybe not,” retorted Robin, “but she did say you were her Superman,” with a meaningful look at the thug’s groin and somehow managing to grin through the pain in his jaw.

The thug was fully inflamed now. “You little prick,” this time landing a solid kick into the exposed groin of the Boy Wonder before the thug was pulled back at a gesture from the man in charge. Robin screamed, seeing stars and coughing uncontrollably as he felt his stomach churning with the pain.

“Look, Robin,” said the man in a deep but soft voice after Robin had recovered slightly. “We just need some information. Either you give it to us the easy way, or we find more creative ways of getting it from you.” One of the other goons moved three cases to sit just near the suspended body of the young hero, leaving him to wonder what they might contain.

“Well,” answered the Boy Wonder slowly, “I know a lot of stuff. Why don’t you narrow it down for me and I’ll think about it. I don’t want to keep hurting your boy’s hand over there.” He was rewarded with a quickly restrained movement from the thug in question and shot him a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Good,” nodded the man in the suit. “I understand that you – or more specifically, Batman – have learned about an activity which was planned for next Thursday.” The Boy Wonder listened slowly and carefully, giving nothing away. “I only want to know one thing. Who is your source?”

Robin raised his eyebrows as he considered his next steps. “Next Thursday? That doesn’t ring a bell, although the Bats doesn’t tell me everything. Likes to play his cards close to his chest. Do you have any other details?”

“Don’t waste my time, boy,” chided the suit. “I told you we have other means.” He nodded to the guy who had brought in the cases.

“Gladly, sir.” Two of the boxes were opened and a makeshift tripod was set up in front of the young hero, while two syringes were removed. Another thug cut away the briefs and spandex to expose the cock and ass of the Boy Wonder.

Robin squirmed uncomfortably in his bondage as he watched the men work. “H- hey guys. Come on!” he exclaimed. “This is not cool.”

“I told you that we have other ways. We’ve all watched your infamous first porn video, Boy Wonder,” causing Robin to blush a deep crimson. “So we have tailored our approach accordingly.”

Robin gasped as the first syringe was injected into his ass cheek and then he yelped with pain as the second was injected into his testicle. “This drug,” continued the boss as he held up a now empty syringe, “will boost your sperm production and greatly increase your need to cum.” A smile spread over his face as he held up the other empty syringe. “This wonderful creation triggers when you orgasm and converts all that adrenaline into a powerful mind control drug. It will flood your brain while you are cumming and make you do – and say – anything I want.”

“You sick bastard!” growled Robin, even as he felt an unnatural heat build in his groin. “I’ll never cum for the likes of you!”

Even as the words left his mouth, the Boy Wonder worried at his situation. Within seconds his cock was standing at full attention and he was aching for it to be squeezed or stroked. One device was moved into position underneath him, with a long thick dildo attachment lubed up and inserted into his hole.

“Ohhhh, damn. Wowwww,” groaned Robin as he felt the dildo tease and then enter his asshole, the lubed tip penetrating his sphincter and making its way inside. “Mmmm,” he continued with his eyes rolling back, as the device started to slowly move the dildo in and out of his tightly muscled ass hole.

“You like that big cock in your ass Boy Wonder?” taunted the Suit. “Does it remind you of the big batpole driving into you?”

“Fuuucckk!” exclaimed Robin. In truth Batman had never fucked his younger sidekick, but Robin had fantasized many times about Bruce throwing him over a table and fucking his tight young hole.

Next, his hard cock was inserted into a soft plastic suction tube. Once in place it began to suck itself tightly around the shaft before relaxing briefly and repeating. The sensation on his shaft and head was already enough, but the machine then added a forward and backward motion to simulate a stroking sensation.

The Boy Wonder was now almost lost to the arousal and ecstasy. “Mmmmmm,” he drooled. The dildo opened his tight hole as it sank 8 or 9 inches inside him, before withdrawing and leaving him hungry for the re-entry. The masturbator felt like the firm hand of Superboy stroking his shaft, with just the right mixture of pressure and speed. He closed his eyes and attempted to concentrate on his training – trying to ignore the calls of his young body as it was repeatedly aroused.

With his closed eyes, Robin did not know about the final device until it was activated. He cried out as he felt vibrations over his low hanging balls. A soft sack was placed beneath his smooth orbs, which vibrated them within a soft gel continually.

“Oh come on!” moaned the Boy Wonder. He flexed and tensed his body in an effort to bring himself under control, but the triple assault on his ass, balls and shaft was just impossible to ignore, heightened as it all was by the drugs coursing through his veins.

The suit moved over to stand near Robin and swiped a control on his phone. “Urgghhh,” whimpered Robin as the intensity increased on the wand and the masturbator. “Please…. Oh please, turn it off.” He shuddered in ecstasy before continuing, “I can’t… fight it.”

“You merely need to give me the information I want, Boy Wonder,” he said softly. “You will not be able to resist this for long.” Another swipe of the controls caused the dildo to intermittently vibrate, reducing Robin to a muscled mass of moans and groans. “And when you finally fail, you will tell me anything and everything I want to know.”

The young hero attempted to make a light quip, but found he was unable to focus his mind to speak, or even to really think. “Arrghhh! Ooohh… please,” he whimpered weakly, “please.. no more.”

The drug spread across his system, continually increasing his need to blow his load. His cock felt harder than it had ever been, with veins standing out clearly across its length. Sweat dripped from his brow while the young hero barely managed to avoid blowing his load, although he had no idea how much longer he could maintain his discipline. The thugs were clearly enjoying the show. The athletic body of the young hero was flexing and tensing while he made a variety of moaning and groaning noises.

The suit admired the erotic form of the Boy Wonder as he struggled in his bondage while his ass, cock and balls were all stimulated. He was certain the young stud would be unable to resist for much longer. “This is pointless, Boy Wonder. Just tell us how you learned about the shipment of Kora drugs and we can all get back to our business.”

“Arrgghhh,” cried Robin with more than a hint of relief as he lowered his mental defences and allowed the orgasm to build unchecked. “I’m done here,” he added vaguely. “The are all yours now.” With that cryptic comment Robin threw his head back and arched his body within the limit of his tight restraints.

The milking machine continued to suck away at his hard cock and within moments the Boy Wonder shook and convulsed as the orgasm finally tore across his well-muscled body. His groin bucked and his head lolled as a small amount of drool escaped his mouth.

“Fuuuucckkkk!!” he screamed. The suit just wore a big smile as he waited for the drugs to do their job. Huge gobs of jizz shot into the suction device which was wrapped around the hard shaft. Five large bursts of Boy Wonder jizz were sucked into the device as Robin continued to grunt and groan from the exertion. His muscular frame was flexed for all to enjoy, with sweat stains visible at his armpits, chest and groin. His heavy breathing continued, but as the machine continued to suck away at his rod, the groans quickly turned to sobs of discomfort from the overstimulation to his sensitive cock head and asshole. “Ahh… Aahhhh… Arrrgggh!” he cried. “Oh god! Get this thing off me!”

Just as the thug deactivated the devices a crashing sound came from above which was accompanied by a flurry of motion, signalling the entry of Superboy and Beast Boy.

The criminals didn’t stand a chance as they were quickly overpowered and secured by the two heroes, who then quickly freed Robin from his bondage. “How do you feel Robin,” asked a very concerned looking Superboy and causing Beast Boy to raise a curious eyebrow.

The Boy Wonder stood weakly, his cock still rock hard and dripping cum. “I feel,” he said slowly, “like turning you into a sexy spit-roast with Beast Boy.” As the words left his mouth Robin blushed with embarrassment, almost adding superslave but managing to catch himself just in time.

Realising the drugs had taken effect Superboy quickly responded, “uh, no more questions for Robin. Let’s get out of here and leave these scum for the police.”

“First,” said Robin as he launched his own boot into the exposed groin of the responsible thug. “That kick to the balls really fucking hurt!” The thug gave a satisfying cry of pain. “I think,” he continued with an evil glint as his gaze lingered on Superboy, “I may need to try that out on a victim of my own at some point.”

Superboy could only gulp at the words, his eyes widening with dread and Beast boy looking confused as they took the Boy Wonder back for a detox.

[drainthehero]

I loved Justice Jocks 2. It was amazing as usual. When can we expect more please?

Thanks, and glad you enjoyed it. I have a few chapters rolling around in my head currently so I’m hoping to get back into a more regular rhythm.

[drainthehero]

Justice Jocks. Ch 2

The Justice Jocks had introduced themselves to the community with a flourish, with their first appearance when they assisted the police to prevent a group of criminals from robbing a bank. The police were a little confused at first, but it soon became clear that the four muscular young jocks were there to help, and their abilities easily overpowered the common thugs.

In a short period of time, the city had welcomed their new crime fighting group, and the Jocks had developed a working relationship with the police, including communicators for them to be called on when the police thought their help was required.

One bright Saturday afternoon, they received simultaneous calls for assistance while they were lazing around their shared room.

Billy grabbed the details of the callouts while the other boys stripped their clothes off, to be replaced with their mystical cockrings and costumes. Billy changed into his own superhero persona before giving out instructions.

A frown crossed over Billy’s handsome features as he considered the situation, “Track Star and Swim Star,” he looked over to the boys, “you head over to the bank while Gym Star and I go to the Museum of Ancient History.” The team members nodded agreement and headed out immediately.

Arriving at the museum the heroes saw a small group of criminals already at work, with the police currently working through a set of traps. With the benefit of his flight, All Star flew in carrying Gym Star and landed just near a criminal who was confidently issuing orders.

“I don’t know who you are,” said All Star as he puffed out his smooth muscled chest, “but this is not going to end well for you. Give yourself up now and we won’t need to hurt any of you.”

The criminal gave a small chuckle as a bolt of energy lanced out from un unseen position, striking All Star in his rippling abdominals and flinging him backward. “Urrgghh!” he called out as the force of the bolt flung him into a wall, where he then fell limp onto the ground. The impact left a small crater in the wall as pieces of debris fell on the muscled mass of the young hero.

“Hey!” called Gym Star as leapt over to the source of the weapon and scooped it up before crushing it effortlessly in his powerful grip. He then bound the wrists of the criminal operating the weapon and moved over to the prone form of All Star to check his condition.

Three huge thugs moved in to grapple with Gym Star as he checked on the condition of the temporarily dazed All Star. Catching him initially by surprise he felt hands circling his big beefy biceps and pull him back to pin his arms at his sides. Another thug then started to rain blows into the stomach of the young hero, but soon realised that the washboard stomach beneath the wrestling outfit was as impervious as any metal.

Gym Star grunted and shifted his massive frame, sending the three thugs flying away from his body. He then helped All Star who had finally roused from the effects of the energy weapon and had started to get up.

“You ok, All Star?” asked his friend with a concerned look.

All Star gave his friend a confident smile and nodded. “I’m fine buddy, just took me by surprise and knocked the wind out of me. Thanks for taking care of them Gym Star.” He then addressed the leader once more. “I guess you want to do this the hard way then.”

The two squared off against the remaining criminals and prepared themselves for battle, taking a much more cautious approach now that they had seen firsthand the resources available to the criminals.

The gang brandished weapons, with some firing on the heroes. Gym Star was so far impervious to any attack and so he pushed into the spray towards the nearest criminals and started disarming them and crushing their weapons in his bare hands. As he disarmed each criminal he bound their wrists behind their back, leaving them for police to scoop up when the scene was safe.

A smoke bomb went off just near his head and he quickly lost sight of the combatants around him. Suddenly he felt a powerful blow strike the back of his head. It dazed the mighty young hero as he cried out and was driven forward onto his hands and knees, only to feel a similar blow land between his legs, connecting with his big balls and crushing them painfully.

“Arghhh!” screamed the young hero as the testicle pounding caused pain to explode within his stomach. He closed his legs together and clutched his hands protectively around his balls as he fell onto his side, wondering what could possibly have delivered such a powerful blow.

But even as he scrambled to think clearly, he felt more blows landing on his back, head and arms as the unseen assailant continued to pummel the hapless hero. When the blows stopped he felt cold metal snaking around his body, wrapping itself around his arms, legs and neck before tightening and lifting him up to hang with his legs and arms splayed tightly back and away from his body and his head forced forward.

“Urrgghh,” he groaned as he flexed his mighty massive muscles, but was unable to budge the unyielding metal. Just then he noticed a strange taste in the smoky air he was breathing and wondered if it contained some chemical which affected his powers.

He struggled and writhed helplessly against the metal restraint, feeling himself grow weaker with each drawn breath.

The smoke started to clear and he saw the outline of a solitary thug wearing a gas mask. Without a word the thug drew his leg back and struck his booted foot squarely into the spandex clad and exposed pouch of the weakened young hero.

“Aaaarrrgghhhh!” cried Gym Star as he felt his balls crushed once more. Fortunately some of his power was still in his system but the pain to his testicles was excruciating. As he cried out from the pain the thug bent his leg again and once more and this time brought his knee right into the bulging pouch of Gym Star, who squealed from the pain and felt tears on his cheek.

All Star had flown over to confront a small group of combatants. He landed before them with his hands on his hips, chest puffed out and his big bulge showing within the tight spandex shorts. “Run away now, you know how this is going to end.

“Get him, fools,” came the command from the boss as he continued to ransack the artefacts. “There are four of you and only one skimpily clad hero to defeat.”

The men moved forward as a group and swung weapons toward the handsome hero. All Star easily dodged or blocked the attacks as they came toward him, landing soft blows to show off his greater skill and demoralise them. He kicked one of the thugs on the exposed behind, forcing him forward and onto the ground. Then turned around and lifted himself up off the ground.

As the blond muscle hunk hovered he felt tight straps circle his wrists and pull tightly enough to wrench him back to the ground and force him to his knees with his arms stretched out to his sides. Looking at the source of the straps he saw devices which were securely bolted to the ground and cranking madly to hold him in place.

As he knelt prone the thugs all approached him to stand around him as he struggled against the powerful bonds. “Looks like the little flyboy got his wings clipped, eh boys?” said one of them, causing a chuckle. “Let’s see how tough he is now.”

With those words he wound back his arm and landed a heavy blow to the chiselled jaw of All Star. The blow was not enough to hurt the powered young hero and the thug cried out, nursing his hurt fist. All Star raised an eyebrow at the thug and showed a barely concealed smirk.

“Tough boy, are you?” said the thug through teeth clenched from the pain in his fist. “I guess we’ll just up the ante.”

The thugs picked up heavy objects and started to pound the hero. An aluminium baseball bat thudded into his abdomen, causing him to grunt from the pain. A wooden mallet bashed him in the back of the head, leaving him dazed. What he assumed was the bat connected with his broad lateral muscles, causing him to grimace in pain as his back clenched. This was followed by a filament wire whip lashed onto his exposed bulging biceps and thighs.

The weapons were enough to pierce through the power enhanced skin of the hero, who was not as tough as Gym Star. He groaned and cried out as the punishment continued on his smooth muscular body.

All Star scanned the room to look for help from his friend, but noticed Gym Star tightly caught up by shiny silvery bands wrapped around of his well-muscled limbs, a waft of smoke still hanging around the hero as a thug delivered another blow to Gym Star’s balls.

The plight of his teammate sent All Star into a rage and he took a deep breath before flexing and pulling at the bonds. Initially there was no change but he soon noticed a lessening of the slack in his bonds. He rested for a moment then took in a second big breath, expanding his chest even further. This time as he flexed he wrenched the devices free of the ground forcing them to trail in his grip as he launched himself into the air.

Keeping hold of the bands he flung the bases into the thugs, knocking them unconscious to the ground. He immediately flew over to his friend and saw a tall robot-like device standing about 20 feet back from Gym Star, holding him in place. All Star swung the base on his right hand a few times before bringing it down directly on top of the device. He was rewarded with a very gratifying view of the automaton being squashed to half its size and the bands going immediately slack.

All Star flew down quickly to catch his weakened friend, kicking the ballbusting assailant back before removing all the bands and flying both himself and Gym Star up toward the relative safety of the ceiling.

“Gym Star,” asked his leader with concern as he scanned for injuries. “Are you alright? I think we need to regroup and find Swim Star and Track Star.”

Once clear of the smoke, Gym Star immediately felt his powers returning which reduced and then completely removed the pain of his ballbusting. After a few moments he shook his head. “I’m ok. That smoke somehow blocked my powers but I’m fine now. All Star, if this is part of some plot to capture all of us, we may need these goons to help us locate the others.”

“Good point, Gym Star,” nodded the blond hero. “This definitely feels like a trap so we better stick together from here.”

The two landed back on the ground and advanced toward the small pockets of thugs, deciding to catch the leader last once his goons were out of the equation. They seemed to have used up all their tricks though as these last men fell easily to the might of the two spandex wearing heroes.

Finally they advanced toward the leader who was still searching for something among the museum’s artefacts.

“It’s time to give up, criminal,” said All Star as the two stood with their hands on hips, big muscles flexed imposingly. “All your little toys have been dismantled and we’ve had to put your thugs into a timeout because they couldn’t play well with others.”

The leader finally stopped his search and paid attention to the victorious superheroes. “Maybe I have underestimated you,” he admitted thoughtfully. “You might be more than just sexy dumb muscle jocks in skimpy spandex.”

This brought a red blush to both young men but did not deter them from their task. “You’ve had your fun and you’ve failed in your villainous deeds. Time to face Justice.”

The leader shrugged as if in defeat, saying, “Your turn, Extractor.”

“Finally! I thought you’d never ask, Eyes,” said a young man who seemed to suddenly appear out of nowhere, startling the two heroes and causing them to jump.

The new criminal was about 6 feet tall with dark spiky hair and gorgeous handsome features framing silver eyes. He wore dark clothes accented by leather collar, chest harness and cuffs. As the two wondered how he had appeared he whipped up a matte black pistol with great speed and fired a single round directly at Gym Star.

The heroes did not even have time to react before the projectile impacted on the impenetrable chest of the massively muscled hero. It broke open on impact spreading a viscous goo like substance over the big pectoral.

All Star quickly took in that Gym Star was fine and addressed the new villain. “I think you’ll need to do better than a pistol and some hair gel.”

Extractor just adopted a half smile and tilted his head to the side before simply responding, “Gym Star, be a doll would you and hold All Star in place for me. Don’t let him escape.”

A frown crossed All Star’s face as he started to utter, “escape? Why would I want…” but his question was cut short as he felt the powerful arms of his teammate wrap around his chest and arms, squeezing hard and crushing the air from his lungs. “Aghhhh! Gym Star, what… uhhh,” he struggled to breathe properly. “What are… you… doing?” He tried to crane his neck around but could not see the face of his friend and teammate. “Please… uhhhh,” groaned All Star, “Gym Star, you… need to… snap out of it.”

Extractor walked over and stood before the struggling form of All Star. “Oh you can beg him all you want, my star spangled hero,” he said as he placed a hand on the smooth defined muscles and ran his hand over the chest and thighs, feeling the trapped power. “But you may want to conserve your strength.”

“Would you like to know why they call me the Extractor?” he asked as his hand casually felt and pressed into the muscular physique. “Our boss craves information. Information is power, so he says.” He began to run his hand over the sizeable bulge in the boxer brief and as he did so a curious glint formed in his eye.

All Star’s breathing was short and shallow, but he flinched as the villain caressed and handled him. “Get… your hands… off me, villain.”

“I enjoy extracting information from my subjects, no matter how much they may resist.” He slipped his hand down the back of the boxer briefs and felt the smooth bubble butt in his hand. “Even though they sometimes don’t realise they have the information I want. Today, my sexy specimen of a hero, you have the pleasure of being my subject.” As he said the final sentence, All Star could see the crazed lust which filled the beautiful silver eyes of the young man and felt a stab of fear.

“Never!” he replied with all the force he could muster.

Extractor smiled warmly and said, “never is such a long time, my pet.” He positioned his hands to either side of the skimpy boxer briefs, causing All Star to struggle with fresh energy in the vice like grip of his friend.

“No! You fiend!” gasped All Star in shock. “Gym Star! Please buddy, ughhh… let me go!”

“Squeeze him a bit harder Gym Star,” said Extractor lazily, to prove a point.

“Yes sir,” came the dull reply from the hero as he applied more pressure around the bound arms and chest of All Star, who could only groan from the pain.

“Where were we?” mused Extractor as he pulled down the tight briefs, exposing the microscopic erection of the leader of the Justice Jocks as he tried to maintain his composure. “Hmmm, this explains so much, don’t you think?” to which Eyes nodded slowly. Extractor wrapped his hand around the tiny erection and squeezed it with a knowing look in his eye. “Such a tiny cock for such a sexy muscular guy. How humiliating it must be every time someone sees that pathetic excuse for a cock.”

“Ooooh,” moaned All Star as his weakness for humiliation was exposed and his proud micro cock felt it’s moment. “So embarrassing…”. Extractor nodded to himself as he felt the cock pulse in his hand, leaking precum. His smile grew and spread across his handsome features.

“Oh, the fun I am going to have with you, my Little Pet.” The statement was simple and matter of fact which had All Star on edge. But it was the total lack of malice which caused a shiver to run up the spine of the young stud, leaving him speechless. Extractor stroked the little dick with one finger while exploring with his other hand. “You don’t need anything more than a finger and a thumb, do you hero? You’re lucky that I even bother to touch a microscopic wannabe dicklet like this.”

All Star moaned and nodded in spite of himself, barely managing to fight the urge to voice his agreement but going slack in the grip of his teammate as more precum oozed from his hard throbbing member.

Extractor pulled All Stars smooth nutsack aside while he continued to slowly stroke, revealing the purple cockring and shook his head. “Trust a bunch of dumb college jocks to see powerful mystic artefacts and wrap them around their cocks. At least it all makes sense now.”

Extractor dipped his finger in the precum which was freely oozing from the little dicklet and moved his hand up to drag that finger down the face and jaw of the hero before rubbing it into the luscious lips before leaning in for a deep passionate kiss then pulling back and licking his lips with a grin.

Without moving his gaze from the eyes of the hero, Extractor wiped the cock free of precum and said, “Gym Star, be a doll would you and crush the little balls of our handsome studly hero?”

All Star’s eyes went wide as he opened his mouth to protest but could only gurgle as a powerful hand slid down his stomach and gripped his balls, squeezing immediately. The pain was intense and All Star felt like he was going to vomit from the sensation. Almost immediately his proud little erection subsided and his inch long softy was barely visible.

“Thank you doll,” said Extractor. “Hold him again but be careful now as he doesn’t have his powers anymore,” he continued, securing an extremely tight metal cage over the tiny cock. Sure enough, All Star found that he had no powers at all. “Just as well I brought the micro cage for you Little Pet.” All Star struggled but realised that he was unable to fly or command any super strength.

“Wha…” he floundered for words as he clutched helplessly at the steel cage trapping his proud little dick. “What have you done to me? To us? Please, take it off!” Extractor grinned and led the dazed hero over to a table where Gym Star held him down while he found his arms and legs bound. Extractor then ran his hands over the muscular naked body as the now mortal athlete struggled in his bonds.

“That’s not how this game works my pet. I ask the questions here.” He played with the balls of the young hero, “how is that little cock of yours now pet? Does it long to stand tall and show me how proud it is? I do so enjoy measuring hard dicklets.”

A thrill of erotic energy washed over All Star as he lay helplessly bound. “Ahhhhh… fuuuuck, yes,” he conceded, feeling his miniature cock throbbing as it yearned to grow.

Extractor leaned down and sucked at the hard nipple, causing All Star to instantly groan from the pleasurable sensation. The groaning turned to a yelp of pain though when he felt his sensitive nipple bitten, and saw Extractor stand up, grinning as he licked the blood from his lip.

“We can’t play my usual game, Little Pet,” said Extractor as he looked at the shiny metal encased microdick, “but I enjoy a challenge, and I have other games.” He placed a glove on his hand and rubbed at the balls and locked cock, causing All Star to moan as he felt the glove vibrating across his groin. “Now, start by telling me your nickname. Every proud small penis I’ve ever handled has a nickname.” When he finished asking he leaned forward again and sucked once more at the small nipple, using his tongue to swirl the small amount of blood like thick additional lubricant.

“Ahhhh,” moaned All Star, fighting to resist the urge to give the villain anything. The lashing on his nipple intensified as the vibrations from the glove increased in intensity, causing his eyes to roll back. “Mnnnhhh… they… ughhh… call me…” he paused and gulped in air and fought back his desire to give in, shutting his mouth and staying silent.

“Ohh,” chuckled Extractor. “Defiant are you?” he teased as he shook the caged cocklet playfully. He sucked on the ear of the young hero and whispered, “Such a small proud dick on that sexy body. Tell me Little Pet, do boys throw themselves at you, longing for you to fuck them? Only to give you that look of disappointment and pity when they finally see your tiny little dick?”

“Ughhh… yeah…” All Star could only moan and nod as his muscled body was tormented and his tiny dick throbbed painfully within the unyielding steel cage. “Please… it’s so painful… take it off!”

“And,” continued the villain, “I bet that proud little dick is desperate to prove itself and be used to fuck some hot stud, isn’t it?” A gleam entered the eye of Extractor as he chuckled and whispered a command to Gym Star.

Within seconds Gym Star had ripped open his costume and was squatting over the caged cock, leaning forward with his hands gripping his ankles, presenting his ass to the bound hero. “Wow,” exclaimed Extractor as he ran his hand over the muscled buns and fingered the tight hole on display. “That’s a virgin ass if ever I’ve felt one.” He leaned down and proceeded to delicately tongue the exposed hole, causing Gym Star to moan and for his big cock to stiffen. “All Star, imagine what it would be like to thrust your hard little cock into that untouched hole. A virgin hole like this would be tight even on your little dicklet!”

“Arghhh!” All Star let out a guttural groaning whimper as he watched the villain play with his buddy’s sexy ass. He had never told his friends of this secret desire, and his burning shame at his tiny inadequate cock caused his member to throb even more within the cage.

“He is under my control now Little Pet,” continued Extractor. “I can make that dream a reality for you.” He freed a hand of All Star and guided it over to the exposed hole, the young leader feeling a thrill as his finger dove in and explored inside that tight muscled ass for the first time. “You just need to give me everything I want.”

“Ahhhh…. God that feels good,” whispered the young hero. Gym Star was gyrating his ass over the finger and his big cock grew to stand at its full 10 inches.

Extractor freed the second hand and wrapped it around the big shaft of Gym Star. All Star moaned in heat, feeling as though his dick would explode with the need to get hard, as it leaked precum within its metal cage.

“What’s it like to hold a real cock? Imagine stroking that while you get to fuck that tight little virgin hole.”

“Ohhh… fuck. Ughhhhh. Feels so good,” exclaimed All Star. “Please, please take this cage off. My dick needs to get hard.”

Extractor merely grinned as he replied, “little dicks like yours are shameful and deserve to be caged. Only real cocks deserve to be free and hard.”

The young hero moaned but continued to stroke and finger his hero buddy. However, before he could build a good rhythm, Extractor easily forced the hands back into the bindings. All Star fought with his still powerful muscles, but was surprised at the strength of the muscular young villain.

At a signal from Eyes he made an exasperated sigh and shook his head. “I knew it. I told you.”

“I know. But I have it, so we are in the clear,” came the shrugged reply.

Extractor gave his attention back to the young men. “I’m afraid our first session has come to an early end my young heroes. Gym Star, be a dear and move here.” The musclebound jock was turned around and forced to sit his ass over the bound hand of All Star, impaling his tight virgin hole with a grunt on the raised finger. “Now stroke that big cock until you cum all over your little leader. Perfect my pets,” purred Extractor as Gym Star started to masturbate himself with All Star watching as if mesmerised.

Eyes merely sighed and made his way out of the museum, launching up toward the roof via a concealed line. Extractor was suddenly not there, with no clear evidence of how he had made his exit.

All Star and Gym Star were left moaning with desire as the bound hero fingered that tight sweet hole and his little dicklet throbbed within its tight prison.

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Clark joins the wrestling team. Ch 4

The Boy of Steel entered a large room to the raucous noise of a large crowd of people. Clearly they had been building up for his entry as he felt the mood change the moment he entered, and all the occupants tried to work out whether this was truly the powerful and annoying young hero who had been interfering with so many of their plans. Numerous close up shots of his handsome face were broadcast around the rooms many monitors as proof of his identity.

He stood briefly in the doorway wearing the iconic form hugging costume which had so quickly become admired by most and reviled by this small few. A spotlight was trained onto his figure, showing off the bright blue spandex as it clung to his muscular frame and the big red bulging briefs sitting outside his costume. The young hero had chosen this costume to draw the attention of criminals, thereby allowing innocent people to escape their notice. But never had he felt so conspicuous in front of a group. He was made even more aware of the conspicuous nature of his costume due to the semi boner he was still sporting thanks to Tim’s very recent blowjob.

He was led down a short walkway to the wrestling ring which sat in roughly the centre of the room and was met by continued cheering and booing from the crowd. In spite of his difficult situation Superboy composed himself as the hero. He walked with a confident stride and his head held high. The bright red boots of his costume rang out loudly as he walked the short distance, his clearly identifiable red cape fluttering along behind him.

He could see that many in the crowd were openly leering at his beautiful physique, and he tried to ignore the terrible consequences which awaited him if he were to lose this match. He could not help but feel both out of place and vulnerable, standing in his eye-attracting costume and completely devoid of his powers in a room full of criminals and villains.

His opponent was already inside so the Boy of Steel examined him as walked toward the ring. He looked to be around 5’9 with golden blonde hair and a well-built muscular frame. He wore a pair of light blue wrestling briefs in a skimpy bikini style and bands around his biceps which showed them off for the crowd. Superboy could tell the young wrestler had bigger muscles than himself.

The announcement of the match was underway, with Superboy being described to the backdrop of cheering and booing from the crowd. The Boy of Steel was only partially listening due to the fact that his mind was racing for ways to try and escape this situation, before he was facing his opponent – the Bruiser – and staring into his cold and hate-filled green eyes.

When the match started, the two boys paced warily. The Bruiser had the more muscular physique, but Superboy had his greater height plus his imposing heroic stature on his side. They embraced in a grapple with each testing the strength of the other. The Bruiser quickly became confident that the Boy of Steel was without his powers as he realised that they were fairly closely matched.

The Bruiser expertly dropped his body weight and broke the hold before swivelling his body to slam his shoulder into the chest of the unsuspecting hero. Superboy was left a little dazed as he wobbled slightly from the shock. Taking advantage, The Bruiser grabbed a blue spandex clad arm and flung Superboy around and into the corner with force. The young hero hit the corner hard and was left trying to clear his head but too late saw the short stocky wrestler charge forward and slam his body into the prone Boy of Steel, crushing him against the corner post.

“Oooof,” exclaimed the young hero as the air was crushed out of him. He teetered briefly on watery legs, before falling forward to his knees and then landing face down on the canvas.

The Bruiser picked up the cape of the young hero and flung it to the side, exposing the bubble butt within the tight red briefs. He brought his hand down hard on the Ass of Steel, causing both pain and humiliation as Superboy yelped from the sharp pain to his buttocks.

The Bruiser danced around showboating for the crowd, eliciting cheers and calls while allowing Superboy to roll onto his side and quickly get back onto his feet. Seeing an opening, the Boy of Steel lunged in behind the Bruiser, wrapping his arms around the big chest and lifting the shorter wrestler off the ground. He squeezed his arms tightly and was rewarded when The Bruiser thrashed his arms around to escape the move.

Superboy felt his confidence grow and started to shake his opponent around to sap his strength and hopefully end the contest quickly. But the stocky wrestler was heavier than the weakened young hero expected and Superboy lost his footing and fell to the mat, only to have the wind crushed from his lungs when the Bruiser landed directly on top of him.

He quickly recovered, jumping up and flipping the Boy of Steel onto his stomach. He then sat on the broad back of the hero and cupped his hands under the chin, pulling up and arching his back painfully.

“Ungghhh!” cried the Boy of Steel through gritted teeth as he felt the pain of the camel clutch spread across his back and neck, instantly sapping his strength. “Urgghhhhh!” he cried out, feeling as though his back would snap.

The Bruiser knew he was required to keep the match going for a while so he jumped off the muscular back after a brief stint. Standing alongside Superboy he reached down to grab a fistful of wavy black hair. The Boy of Steel had no choice but to drag his sore body off the mat as his head was pulled up painfully.

The Bruiser let go of the hair, leaving Superboy standing on unsteady feet before he was dragged by the back of the neck over to the corner where the Bruiser slammed the young hero’s head hard into the padded turnbuckle. Superboy could not even react before the Bruiser grabbed the back of his neck and slammed his head for a second time into the padding.

The Bruiser released his grip and Superboy fell to the mat on his back like a wet sack, wild screams and applause the only sound he could hear through the ringing in his ears. He groaned weakly as his arms and legs spasmed weakly from the repeated abuse to his body.

“Well look at this,” came the voice of the announcer. “The Bruiser has managed to easily overpower the Boy of Steel and is throwing him around the ring like a sack of potatoes.” He paused to let the crowd work themselves up as the Bruiser stood over Superboy menacingly, throwing a questioning look to the audience.

Sensing his query they started chanting “more, more”. The Bruiser was happy to give them what they wanted, reaching down to once again grab the Boy of Steel by his hair and pull him up off the mat.

Superboy found himself at the mercy of the experienced wrestler. He was slammed, pummelled, driven and thrown to all sides of the ring. When the Bruiser held Superboy high above the ground by his neck the crowd went into a new frenzy.

The young hero’s bright red booted feet dangled above the mat as he clawed at the hand around his neck. But the combination of his ordeal and the kryptonite cockring made him completely helpless in that iron grip. As the Bruiser held the hero up the crowd began to chant, “down, down, down”, building in fervour until it seemed the walls themselves shook.

A big smile finally crossed the wrestlers’ face and he arced his muscular arm around and down, pounding the Boy of Steel into the mat so hard that his body bounced once before settling and staying still. The announcer continued to call the match, describing the pain being inflicted by the Bruiser, keeping the crowd in a frenzy.

Superboy was dazed and out of it, but he now just hoped he would get pinned so this nightmare could end. The humiliation and punishment of defeat seemed a welcome compromise at this point.

The Bruiser once more pulled Superboy up, leaving him to waver unsteadily on legs that felt like water. “Oh ho, what’s this,” called the announcer, seeming to know what was coming. “Looks like a test of strength.” As he spoke the young wrestle grasped the hands of Superboy and dragged them up over their heads between them. “The brawny muscles of the Bruiser against the Boy of Steel himself!”

Even though this was clearly not a fair contest, the crowd lapped it up, eager to watch the young boyscout get bested once more.

Superboy realised the situation and felt his instincts kick in, not realising the Bruiser was baiting him by holding back. The hero attempted to use his greater height to his advantage and pushed back and down, trying to topple the shorter wrestler backward. The Bruiser, however, was merely goading Superboy and allowed himself to fall back but as he did brought his booted foot up to connect with the squishy contents of Superboy’s bright red briefs.

“Arrghhh!” cried out the Boy of Steel as he quickly released the hold on his opponent to make a now useless attempt to protect his balls, dropping to the mat on his knees and grabbing at his tortured balls.

The cheering of the crowd rang in his ears as they enjoyed the spectacle of their hated foe being taken down by such a low blow.

“Oooooh,” called out the announcer with mock concern dripping from his voice. “I think I heard those Balls of Steel crunch under that booted foot from up here.” This drove the crowd even more wild as The Bruiser regained his feet and stood over the hunched figure of Superboy.

Reaching down he grabbed a handful of the hero’s hair and dragged him over to the side of the ring. While the hero was still dazed from the numbing shot to his balls, The Bruiser quickly wound the top two ropes around Superboy’s outstretched arms, pinning him helplessly.

The Boy of Steel quickly realised his predicament and thrashed around in a futile attempt to break free. The frenzy of the crowd rose as they watched the boy struggle and their excitement continued to build.

The crystal blue eyes of the young hero widened as he searched his opponents face for mercy. “Please… no,” he implored. But The Bruiser just grinned with enjoyment of the sight of the pinned cocky young hero and brought his fist back before swinging forward and landing right in the exposed gut of the Teen of Steel.

“Bfhoooofff,” exclaimed Superboy as he felt the blow crush against his 8-pack abs and force all the air from his body. His body was pushed back against the lower rope briefly before being thrust back with elastic pressure. The Bruiser met that motion with a second punch delivered back into the Abs of Steel, causing the young hero to cough and splutter as he continued to thrash weakly in his rope prison.

Superboy raised his head and waited for his bleary focus to clear, only to be rewarded with repeated blows into the abs that were once a wall of steel. Pound, pound, pound came the repeated bashing as the treatment continued. The abuse on his bruised and tortured abdominals was too great and he cried out from the pain in spite of himself.

Finally the pounding on his abused stomach abated, leaving the Boy of Steel panting heavily as he tried to regain his composure. He felt the tightness of his costume which was now blotched by sweat stains.

The young hero was not allowed any respite though as The Bruiser reached behind him and wrapped the proud red cape around one arm, using his other hand to grab a chunk of hair and lift clear the head of the Boy of Steel. Sensing what was coming Superboy was helpless to protect his neck as The Bruiser wrapped the cape around the exposed neck of Superboy and pulled it tight to restrict the flow of air. He was careful to not make it too tight, wanting to ensure the boy experienced the full feeling of his humiliating defeat.

Superboy could only sputter as he writhed helplessly in the hold of the ropes, feeling the tightness around his neck as he breathing was restricted.

“Whoa!” exclaimed the announcer, “the young hero is now being choked by the very cape he wears when he swoops in where he is never wanted! No swooping today though, Boy of Steel!”

The pitch of the crowd rose again as they watched the heroic muscle stud writhing under the control of the powerful Bruiser. Superboy heard the crowd starting a fresh chant as – unseen by the young hero – the Bruiser brought his free hand to hover menacingly over the exposed red bulge. The chanting reached a fever pitch while Superboy struggled for breath and the wrestlers hand continued to threaten that big exposed bulge.

“Aiieeeeeeeeee,” screamed Superboy in pain as he felt the powerful hand of his opponent grab his balls through his briefs and take them both into its grip. The Bruiser then squeezed that hand forcing the two squishy testicles to be crushed against each other.

Video of the match was being broadcast on screens around the room, and these switched to a closeup of the crushing hand with an inset picture of the handsome young face of the hero, contorted in pain with his mouth opened in a scream.

The Boy of Steel felt tears well in his eyes as the unforgiving pressure was maintained on his vulnerable jewels. “Arrrghhhh! Aaaieeeee” he screamed in a high pitch as the pain threatened to overwhelm him. He struggled and wriggled desperately to try and free his arms but the ropes held him firmly in place as his balls were crushed relentlessly.

The Bruiser was not satisfied however and squeezed his fist tighter as he pulled his hand away from Superboy’s hips, stretching the sack painfully as the briefs were also stretched. The young hero cried out from the new pain as his nuts were crushed further while his sack was stretched away from his body. Superboy’s back arched upward to move his groin but was prevented by his shoulders pinned to the ropes.

The crowd was clearly enjoying the spectacle of the defeat of the Boy of Steel. The frenzy of their cries and cheers was now almost deafening as hundreds of eyes were glued to the scene up on the mat.

The Bruiser fed on their energy and pulled harder on the Balls of Steel. “What’s wrong Superboy, having trouble flying?” he taunted. “Let me help you get your feet off the ground,” he chuckled as he pulled harder and finally lifted the shiny red boots free of the canvas mat.

The crowd cheered as one was the Boy of Steel was lifted clear off the mat, watching with admiration as his body arched gracefully over the wrestling ring, his shoulders trapped by the ropes while his bright red briefs and hidden sack stretched within tight grip of The Bruiser.

With much of his body weight supported by his painfully stretched ballsack and crushed together testicles, Superboy let out a blood curdling shriek which was met by a chorus of jeering from the crowd.

The Bruiser had been promised a great reward if he bested the Boy of Steel and he decided it was finally time to put the kid out of his misery and pillage that tight hero ass. He grabbed the balls with both hands and pulled with all his might.

Superboy screamed in pain as the crushing and stretching increased. For what felt like an eternity to the young hero his body was pulled and punished between the unrelenting ropes and crushing grip of the Bruiser. Finally the ropes yielded and Superboy felt himself fly free of the ropes, sailing through the air and crashing to the mat on his back, practically unconscious.

“Watch out everyone,” called the announcer with a chuckle. “Superboy is flying, maybe he does have his powers after all!”

The Boy of Steel lay groaning on the mat, unable to move. The proud red cape was strewn out to his side and his arms and legs were spread out and away from his body. The mighty muscled chest was the only thing to be seen moving as he desperately drew in air. The once firm and proud Bulge of Steel now looked abused and misshapen within the red briefs, clearly visible above the outline of the hero’s flat muscular stomach.

The Bruiser moved in for his glorious victory. He straddled the chest of the Boy of Steel and slid himself forward so that his bikini clad bulge was right on the open mouth of Superboy. The Bruiser even took his semi hard bulge and shoved it into the open mouth, causing a new round of raucous screaming from the crowd as they relished his humilation. This continued as the Bruiser repositioned himself and thrust his hips up and down, causing the bulge to fuck the mouth of the Boy of Steel as he lay barely conscious.

The Bruiser once more sat astride the Chest of Steel and the digital referee began a three count, but The Bruiser, keen to milk this moment, lifted himself from the mighty chest right before the final count. Instead, he assumed a pushup position over the barely conscious form of Superboy with his blue bulge right above the open mouth.

The crowd cheered wildly as The Bruiser completed a set of ten pushups, ensuring his bulge filled the mouth of the Boy of Steel for a full ten seconds on each completion of the lower position. Superboy was physically exhausted and could think of nothing more than the pain in his arms, shoulders, gut and balls. So he lay under the Bruiser, forced to taste the sweat dripping from the bulge of his wrestling bikini as it was forced and held in his open mouth during the pushup set.

The Bruiser finished the set and stood over the Boy of Steel. He brought his powerful biceps up in a full flex for the crowd as he placed his booted foot on the S Shielded chest of Superboy.

The crowd cheered in time with the final ringing of the bell. Once. Twice…

Superboy braced himself and shifted his weight to escape the boot on his chest and break the pin. But as he did all the lights and screens flickered off, plunging the room into total darkness. The Boy of Steel finally gave himself up to the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness, barely noticing that the room was now filled with emergency lighting and the sound of alarms blaring.

He vaguely felt the sensation as his body was lifted like a sack and carried out of the ring.

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Careful villain. You find yourself on thin ice threatening a hero!

I think your skimpy little briefs are on the wrong way around boy. And be sure to let me know when you find a hero and I’ll be sure to take care of him for you. Run along now or you’ll spill your seed everywhere.

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I'm a straight hero ready to take you on..

I find when the hero has to tell me he’s straight, he’s trying to convince himself more than inform me. But interfere with my plans and you will end up like all the rest, hero.

Straight heroes get defeated and turned into milking drones, just like the rest.

[drainthehero]

Legacy of El

Superman landed in front of the securely fortified building which housed a high-tech secret government agency. It did not look like much from the outside, but the Man of Steel knew that the building and its agents were bristling with advanced technology, some of which originated from other planets.

The building was surrounded by a ring of defence personnel, each training their senses and devices toward the fairly innocuous looking doorway.

“Superman, thank goodness you heard the call.” This came from General Toomey who greeted the muscled kryptonian as he floated toward the temporary command structure.

“What’s the situation?” he responded, looking to the building with concern.

“We have little information so far. What we do know is that three men entered the building about an hour ago and within 15 minutes they had seized control and taken all inside hostage.” The worry in the General’s voice was clear as he continued. “Some of the highest brass in defence is inside that building.”

An image of the three men flashed up on a screen for Superman to inspect as Toomey continued his summary. “They carried no weaponry that we could detect, so we are unsure how they have overpowered the agents inside. It is clear they have advanced technology as they have taken control of the building’s AI. We’ve managed to block it from communicating with any of our other assets though, so the virus should not spread.”

Superman’s long red cape fluttered softly as he studied the faces of the men on the screen. The men were handsome, with bulging muscles showing through the tight silver outfits they wore. “I’ve never seen them before, General,” admitted the Man of Steel.

“Neither have we. Nothing comes through on our facial recognition.” Toomey paused. “We presume they are not from Earth.” The last statement came with a heavily concerned undertone.

Superman took in a big breath, causing his muscled chest to swell the bright blue spandex which adorned his physique. “I presume you would like me to ask them – politely – to relinquish control of the building back to you?”

Toomey gave a short chuckle and nodded. “You know what that building is used for Superman. No need for manners in my opinion. You are authorised to use any means necessary to recover the asset.” The General paused for effect before repeating himself. “Any means necessary.”

The Man of Steel looked briefly at the General before locking his crystal blue eyes on the building. With an almost imperceptible nod he flashed up and away from the command structure before increasing his velocity and striking toward the second story of the building.

Five seconds out from the building he switched his approach from a direct line to an erratic pattern. His change was rewarded as tracer lines shot out from the building, followed by cracking and thudding sounds as heavy shells and energy weapons also surged around him.

Well versed in the buildings’ defences, Superman ensured his erratic approach could not be triangulated and in a few more seconds he braced himself and flew at speed directly through a wall section of the second floor. He knew the building was heavily reinforced but was still shocked at the strength of the impact as he crashed through the wall.

Once inside he landed and shook his head to clear the slightly dazed sensation from punching through that much reinforced armour.

Even before he could take in his surroundings he heard machine gun fire and felt his impervious body being hit by countless rounds as the internal defences took over. Clearly the building was under the complete control of the assailants and it seemed he would have to fight for every step.

Searing red beams of light sprang forth from his eyes and the guns melted under the assault of his heat vision. When the final installation was destroyed he was rewarded with a relative calm.

Hovering just above the floor he moved forward toward the building’s control room, where he hoped the assailants would be positioned. The amount of lead in the building rendered his Xray vision useless so he was instead forced to rely on instinct.

Before he had moved even 20 feet a voice issued from the speakers mounted on the walls. “You are this… Superman? You are their… champion?” Confusion was clearly evident in the voice and Superman felt hope that the assailants may realise the futility of their crime, faced by his impressive might. “Approach… champion.” The Man of Steel noted a subtle shift in the tone of the voice. “The defences have been shut down so we may… negotiate.”

While Superman did not immediately trust the unknown men, he had confidence in his ability to intimidate villains. He hovered cautiously forward as doors opened for him, guiding him toward the control room. The final door was a heavily barricaded setup and it was still rolling open as he flew gracefully through the opening and into the large well lit room.

Inside he saw only the three men. They looked to be mid 20’s and were all good looking with strong features, two having brown hair and one blond. They wore tight fitting silver body suits with gold briefs and white capes, similar in style to his own blue, red and yellow costume.

The men took in the sight of the powerful kryptonian as he floated above the floor in a demonstration of power. The shiny red boots leading to the bright blue spandex covering his muscular calves and thighs which were topped by the tightly packed and bulging red briefs with the yellow belt. All this overshadowed by the ripped stomach and broad chest and shoulders of the mighty superhero.

Superman folded his arms over his mighty chest and flexed his biceps, allowing them to take in his powerful physique as he continued to hover. He felt a strange cloudiness enter his mind but absently shook it off. He decided to wait for them to speak, curious to know their tone.

A silence hung in the air as the three men looked in confusion between Superman and each other. Finally, one of them broke the silence.

“I am Tyron. We did not expect to find one such as you here. Tell me, El, how did you come to be on this planet?” It was more statement than question and showed little sign of any fear of his power.

Superman felt his breathing and heartrate increasing, although he could not tell why. He spent a few seconds calming his body before responding.

“I was sent here when I was young,” even as he responded, the Man of Steel was unsure as to why he was so quick to answer this man, “to escape my dying planet. H… How do you know my name?”

A frown crossed his face as Tyron paused in thought and the conversation was picked up by another man. “I am Henndl. You are an El, not worthy of a name.” The statement was simple, as if spoken to a child.

At the voice of Henndl, Superman again felt the cloudiness drift across his mind. Shaking his head once more he decided it was time to take control of the situation. Raising himself higher he hovered above them and placed his hands on his hips in the classic pose for which he was most known. “I’m not sure who you are, or where you are from, but Earth is under my protection and I will not permit you to create chaos. You need to leave this building now or I will be forced to remove you.”

Henndl and Tyron looked shocked as he spoke, then turned their widened eyes to the third man – tall, muscular and blond, awaiting his word.

“You seem to know nothing of your heritage and your place, El. I am not sure how you came to be here, but I will not ignore the good fortunes which placed you in my path.” The man had a commanding tone and Superman felt the clouds once more drifting into his mind, this time leaving him even more foggy and disoriented.

The Man of Steel shook is head yet again to clear it, but this time the clouds would not part. A look of confusion settled over his handsome features as he tried to clear and sort his thoughts. But just as he felt he may be getting clear that voice once more sent chaos into his mind.

“I am Jard.” Superman felt dizzy as the name was stated and breathed out heavily. “Tell me, El. Who are you?”

As he listened to the voice, Superman felt his mind as if washed away on a river. His body was temporarily a mindless husk and he floated back down to land gracefully on the floor, standing slightly slumped. Without realising it, his hand moved to rest on his thigh just beside his bright red briefs, which had started to tent from an unwanted erection.

“I am Kal-El, last of House El and last survivor following the destruction of the planet Krypton.” The words came out of his mouth in a monotonous tone. “I was sent here by my parents in the dying days of my planet.”

Jard chuckled, a cold harsh barking sound as he listened.

“Let me be the one to correct the lies that you have been told. I will free you of your burdens and gift you with the truth.”

Superman felt an impending sense of dread. He felt like he should just fly away from these strange three men and regroup. But he also felt somehow glued in his place, compelled to listen to this man and hear what he had to say. “Th… the.. truth?”

Jard merely nodded. “You are not of House El. There is no House El,” he scoffed, almost spitting as he said the words. “El is a…” he seemed to search for a suitable term, “brand. Given to all those of your genetic line.” Jard paused as he allowed those words to sink in, watching as the fear and doubt played across the handsome hero’s face. “My ancestors crafted your kind from the original inhabitants of Krypton, when we manipulated your DNA to be the perfect race of servants.”

A look of shock and disbelief had dragged itself across the face of the Man of Steel as Jard spoke the words. Finally, it was replaced by anger as a sense of rage cleared his mind of the fog and he stood tall once more. “I do not know what sorcery you wield, but your mind control games will not work on me!” The Man of Steel focussed his mind and lifted himself off the floor, drawing drew in a large breath by expanding his muscled chest as he prepared to knock all three men off their feet and break their concentration.

Jard simply raised a hand in the direction of Superman and patiently continued speaking.

“Your DNA – the DNA of all your kind – has been engineered to ensure that you crave nothing more than to serve me and my kind. To go to any length to make me happy.”

The Man of Steel froze mid breath as the gesture and words from Jard again broke through his concentration. Jard then moved his hand down to point at the ground directly before him.

Superman felt his will crumble and his body respond to the words and the presence of the blond stud. He frowned in confusion but could not resist an inexplicable need to comply with the unspoken command. “Urrghhhhh…” he groaned, even has he floated back down to land before Jard, immobilised by nothing more than a gesture from the man.

Superman also realised that his cock was rock hard within its red spandex prison and had created a tent sitting over his big thigh. His hand moved from its position over his thigh to rest just over but not touching his aching cock. An unspoken command somehow preventing him from touching himself.

Jard gave a serene smile and continued speaking. “Even now as you stand before me, your body cannot resist the need to respond to my presence. You cannot help but feel the excitement of needing to serve me. To please me.”

“Ughh… hnnnnghh…” uttered Superman as he felt his mind and body being overwhelmed by forces which he could neither understand nor control. “No… you… this… can’t…” As he fought to say the words in defiance of Jard he felt his body respond in greater waves.

A smile graced the handsome face as he simply said, “Come, El. Serve me.”

“Uuughhhhh… argghhhhh,” exclaimed Superman, as he felt his body shudder from a powerful need to make this man happy. The Man of Steel drifted closer to Jard and stood before him, head hanging down and shoulders slumped weakly in compliance.

Jard looked at the now raging erection which was barely contained by the red briefs and smiled again. “You must be well into young adulthood? This sensation must be phenomenally powerful for you. Your kind are exposed to our presence from your first days. For you to experience my effect after puberty must be akin to a drug like no other.”

Superman merely continued to moan and groan as his body reeled under the effect that was the presence of Jard. He was unable to form thoughts or words but felt as though his cock would explode from the need for relief.

“Right now your body is experiencing the full weight of centuries of genetic conditioning. As you spend time in my presence and listen to my words, that genetic conditioning is reprogramming all the falsehoods you have learned during your life here.”

Jard reached out and placed his hand on a beefy pectoral muscle causing Superman to breathe heavily as the touch made his blood boil and his super senses heightened further. Jard held the contact as he continued speaking. “Your kind were crafted to be physically beautiful and powerful, and you are no exception. I can see that this planet’s sun gives you extraordinary abilities, but you are already learning that those abilities will do nothing to protect you from your need to serve me.”

When he finished speaking, Jard used his free hand to lift the handsome hero’s face and placed his hand on the cheek. At the touch, Superman looked into the eyes of Jard and whimpered with an uncontrollable urge to serve and please this man. “Agghhhh… Ohhhhh,” was all he could manage.

By this point, Superman was overwhelmed by the maelstrom of hormones raging across his body as his very DNA took control. He could feel his body pulsing with sensations and his cock was rock hard and had started to leak pre cum through his proud costume.

Jard drank in the sight of the hunky superhero and his smile widened at the sight of the pre cum stain. “Fortune has most definitely smiled upon me today, El. Never would I have hoped to find one such as you on a desolate and bleak planet like this.”

The Man of Steel looked down and felt his cheeks burn red hot with his shame. His raging hard cock was freely leaking at this point, making a large stain in his red briefs, with some even dripping onto the floor beneath.

“Do you feel it, El? Do you feel the need to meet my every sexual desire?” Jard moved his hand down from Superman’s chest to hover just near his erect cock and was rewarded by a simpering moan in response.

“Aeeeeghhhhh,” groaned the Man of Steel as the hand waited patiently just near his cock, the proximity causing it to grow harder and hotter. “Urgghgh… n… n…” he tried in desperation to deny the assertion but could not even form the word of denial. Finally his head slackened under the tender touch of Jard, beads of sweat standing out on his brow.

“Honestly, I had not expected any resistance from the natives of this planet, but with you at my side I shall rule here as Supreme Leader!” This was met by a look of shocked horror from the Man of Steel as he fought to deny the statement by Jard.

“Now, El, I will use you to a message to these… humans.” At a nod, the two aliens quickly set up transmission equipment trained on Jard and Superman, which was immediately activated.

“People of Earth,” began Jard as he addressed the camera. “I am Jard and claim this planet under my domain. The hero you call Superman has pledged his allegiance to me and will ensure my will is enforced.” The Man of Steel fought to deny the truth in the words but his body would and voice would not respond.

“To demonstrate his allegiance,” continued Jard, “your former champion will now debase himself for our enjoyment.” A look of horror settled over the handsome features of Superman as he realised the inescapable truth of the statement.

“El,” commanded Jard. “Lower your briefs and stroke your hard cock for me. Shoot your load like the sex slave you were born to be.”

Superman groaned helplessly but try as he might, he was unable to prevent his hands from looping around the bright yellow belt wrapped around his tight muscular waist. The outline of his still hard cock was fully visible and the mighty hero felt his cheeks blush with shame as he slowly pulled his signature red briefs down. Within seconds, his cock sprang free, rock hard and dripping with precum.

“Please… no…” he begged. “The shame and humiliation is too much.” Jard watched in silence, giving no ground.

The strong hand of the Man of Steel wrapped itself around his cock and he started to move up and down its length.

“Take your time Superman. Make sure your fans get to enjoy the spectacle.” The iconic superhero groaned as he nodded and started to masturbate his cock in long, sensual strokes.

“That’s good, El. Show off and flex while you play with yourself.” Superman could see that Jard and his companions were clearly enjoying the show, as they were stroking their own hard bulges through their tight fitting costumes. “Doesn’t it feel good to jerk your cock and humiliate yourself for me in front of these humans, El?”

Initially recoiling at the question, Superman then noticed the enjoyment of the three men and felt his cheeks burn red hot as his body did indeed respond to their appreciation of his performance. His cock got even harder and he felt shocks of excitement run over his muscled form, causing him to moan and groan.

“Ohhhh, yes,” moaned Superman, “it does feel good,” as he lost himself to the blissful sensation of stroking on command. For the next few minutes the mighty kryptonian debased himself before the watchful gaze of humanity. His hand jerked his hard member methodically, gradually increasing the moans emanating from the hero as well as the precum leaking from his throbbing cock.

“Ughhhhh,” he moaned, feeling the sensation of climax building in his groin. Superman increased his pace as he worked his way toward release. His hand moved faster on his shaft, soon becoming a blur of superhuman speed.

Jard watched the hero’s body closely, watching with senses honed from years of managing Els. “Stop,” he called without warning. Superman was wrenched from his blissful state as he jumped from surprised while his hand ceased its movement around his shaft.

Shock and frustration settled over his handsome features as he cried out from the orgasm which was denied him. “Ughhhhh! Argghhhh!” he called, focussing his gaze on his treacherous hand which refused to finish him off.

“See,” Jard addressed the camera and smiled with warmth as he motioned toward the musclebound hero, hand wrapped motionlessly around his cock as he shook from the intensity of his denied orgasm. The powerful arm jerking forward from the shoulder as he attempted for force his hand to resume its journey up his shaft. “This homeless creature has now found its Master and he will serve me in anyway I desire.”

Jard let the statement hang briefly, allowing the audience to realise the weight of his words.

Superman felt a brief reprieve in the focus of his enemy. In an act of final desperation, the Man of Steel jumped directly up, flying straight through the ceiling above and shooting out of the building to freedom, his hard cock still throbbing with the imminent orgasm which had almost shamed him.

Without thought for a destination, he stopped after a brief while and hovered high above the earth, allowing his breathing and heart rate to slow once more as he repositioned his still hard and throbbing cock awkwardly back into his now bulging red briefs. As he grasped and squeezed his shaft, he once more felt himself almost lose control but managed to fight the urge to finish the task and blow his super seed up here in the privacy of high altitude.

Finally his head felt clear and his body normal. As he started to contemplate his near defeat and next actions his super hearing picked up on the distant voice of Jard.

“I know you can hear me, El. Focus on my voice and pay attention to my words.”

A soft moan escaped the lips of the Man of Steel as he hung in space, forced to listen to the words of the hated foe.

“You can not escape me. Now, finish the task. Go to Metropolis, land in front of the Daily Planet and finish yourself off in front of all those who wish to observe.” Superman wavered as he hovered, trying to fight the inbuilt compulsion to obey. “Go!” came the final command from Jard. This overrode any resistance and the Man of Steel immediately set off, landing moments later in front of the Daily Planet.

A crowd immediately formed after the mighty hero landed, where he proceeded to take out his still hard cock and resume stroking it. A desperate look of helplessness filled the eyes and face of Superman as he pleaded with the crowd to turn away. “Please!” he implored them, even has his powerful hand wrapped around his hard shaft and stroked from base to head. “Look away. No… I can’t… Please,” he finished in barely a whisper.

A few members of the crowd turned away out of respect for the hero, but hundreds more flocked to the scene as news of the spectacle spread.

Tears filled the eyes of Superman as he scanned the crowd for a sign of hope, or even help. His strong muscular bicep curling and flexing as he pumped his hand up and down his hard shaft. With hundreds of cameras trained on his performance he felt his body give away the telltale signs of approaching climax.

“Uggghhh,” he moaned. The stroking of his shaft increased in pace as his big head got worked closer and closer to the point of no return. The Man of Steel continued to moan as he jerked his cock harder and faster, his majestic red cape fluttering behind him from the motion of his arm moving up and down his cock.

Finally his breathing started to shallow and he knew he had only moments left. With a mind of its own, his hand tightened the grip and continued to rapidly stroke his cock. His hips started to thrust as Superman felt his body start to convulse. The Man of Steel issued a guttural groaning sound as four shots of cum erupted from his cock.

The jizz shot up around one hundred feet before falling back to land on the ground around the shamed hero.

As the orgasm wracked his body, his beautiful muscles flexed and stood out in clear definition for the assembled crowed. Lost in the blood-rush of ecstasy he slowly stroked his shaft and milked the head of its last dribbles of cum, swaying on the spot as he was temporarily dizzy from the powerful feeling.

Finally, Superman returned to his senses and realised his situation. He stood before a huge crowd of people, softening cock in his hand as splashes of his own cum circled him. He felt his cheeks burn with heat of a sun. He tensed himself to leap into the sky and escape this new hell.

“No El,” came the firm command through his super sensitive hearing. “You will stand there and allow the crowd to absorb the reality of your fall at my hands. Do not move or hide your shame.” Superman could only hang his head in shame, forced to stand there with his soft cock in hand, the final vestiges of his super orgasm drooling its way from his cock. “Stay there until I call for you,” came the final, ominous command.