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drainthehero · 6 months ago

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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.

#superhero #superman defeated #superboy #pink kryptonite

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everwistfully · 10 months ago

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As of now this is legit. This fits SO perfectly and I refuse to accept anything else.

Hey, so what if Jon thought Tim was so cool? Like, I think Jon would find Kon really cool and adore his older brother, but what if he met Tim and just thought he was AMAZING. That’s his cool older brothers friend, who is so smart and lets Jon use all his powers (he’s good at keeping Jon safe while testing the limits of what Jon can do), who is always buying Jon so much stuff and bringing him cool places (Tim just spends money on everyone he knows), and he doesn’t treat Jon like a baby and doesn’t mind Jon coming along (Kon would obviously sometimes not want his kid brother around, but Tim loves Jon and he was a super smart kid who hated being talked down to by adults who we less intelligent than him).

Jon goes to Damian like ‘Tim is the COOLEST you’re SO lucky to have such a cool big brother, I wish Tim was MY big brother!’ Damian wants to die [bonus: I subscribe to the belief that Damian does think Tim is cool bc he was so hostile when they first met BC he was threatened by Tim, but can not, under any circumstances, admit to it in any way]

#Damian simply being a headstrong little brother to Tim #they can’t say they love each other #that would be accepting defeat #Tim only takes a little joy in the fact that Damian’s best friend LOVES him #super sons #tim drake #jon kent #superboy #red robin #dc #kon el #conner kent #batfam #superfam #damian wayne #robin damian

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haveihitanerve · 11 months ago

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My favorite thing about the bats is that… they are gothamites. And sure they scare the shit out of people… but they are in Gotham. Superman is loved by his people, Flash is adored, people pray to Wonder Woman, Green Arrow is feared. But the Bats? The Bats are like all of Gotham's weird older brothers/sisters/parents. Superman and Green Lantern are visiting Batman in Gotham and all of a sudden he gets smacked in the face by a banana and they turn and find a group of teens skateboarding away and one kid calls over his shoulder ‘eat the fucking potassium you absolute brick.’ and Batman doesn't even do anything. Barry is chilling with Nightwing when a girl runs beneath the building they are sitting on and screams “Nice ass Night! But get it the fuck down here, my cats stuck in a tree.” And Nightwing does a flip off the building and just?? helps her?? Wonder Woman and Black Canary are passing through Crime Alley on their way to the Batcave and spot Red Hood standing in an alley, being lectured by a woman who is half his size and she ends the lecture by throwing two sandwiches at his face and walking away. Red Hood just takes his hood off and starts eating. Superboy is helping Red Robin defeat Scarecrow and while they’re hiding, waiting for him to walk into their trap, RR is casually conversing with a Gothamite about Hogwarts Houses, and when he says the Gothamite looks like a Gryfindor he pops his head out and screams “Yo scarecrow hes right fucking here!” J’onn is heading to the Manor to discuss League business with Bruce when he spots Robin(Damian) fighting Riddler all alone and is about to intervene when three teenagers show up and just fucking deck him instead. Damian doesn't thank them, just glowers, and one of the guys goes “you're welcome you fucking brat.” And the girl even smacks the back of his head and goes “manners.” Clark is sent to go find Tim and Steph and Damian and finds them at this girls birthday party, in full costume, eating cupcakes and drinking punch, jumping on the bouncy house and is like “errr, B-Batman needs you home.” And as one the entire birthday party group went “Fuck Batman.” Spoiler was spotted painting these guys nails, Black Bat was seen teaching calculus to a group of teenagers, Batgirl(Babs) was running after a group of kids screaming “Give me back my laptop you fucks!” Just- just the batfamily and Gothamites being annoying to each other and appreciative yet bitches.

Bus driver: stop getting thrown at my fucking bus, i got places to be and my insurance only covers so many shatter windshields and person sized dents Batman: I don't really control where I get thrown Bus Driver: well you better fucking start otherwise theres gonna be another fucking villain on these streets *drives away and almost runs him over* Superman: *gaping* yo-you're just gonna let him do that? Batman: *shrugs* Gotham insurance aint what its cracked up to be Superman: *staring dumbly*

#gothamites and batfamily are like this🤞#they hate each other but love each other #one big happy fucked up family #batfam #batman #batman and robin #bruce wayne #batfamily #gothamites #only in gotham

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jinjeriffic · 2 months ago

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DCxDP Persephone 2.0

(Somehow, even when I come up with an angsty scenario it turns into zany comedy hijinks. Send help.)

Cassie, Tim, Kon and Bart are hanging out, just chilling, when a glowing green minotaur pops out of nowhere and yoinks Wonder Girl into another dimension.

Obviously, Cassie is so not down with the whole kidnapping thing, so she starts beating up all the Greek mythological monsters in sight. Soon enough, Pandora pops out of the woodwork and orders everyone to stand down.

Pandora: *sigh* I ordered you to escort her here, not drag her kicking and screaming. Ugh, it's impossible to hire competent help these days. Come child, we have much to discuss.

Cassie: Uh, it's an honor to meet you ma'am, but why am I here?

Pandora: It's quite complicated I'm afraid. To make a long story short, a few years ago the tyrannical ghost king was defeated by a young ghost hero, and by right of conquest the crown passed to him. However, since he has not yet reached the age of majority a regency council was put in place until he is old enough to be formally crowned.

Cassie: What does that have to do with me?

Pandora: You see, your father, Zeus, wishes to make an alliance with this new power...

Cassie: Oh no

Pandora: ...and so he has offered your hand in marriage to the young prince, as he once did Persephone's to Hades.

Cassie: That fucking asshole!

Pandora: And the regency council has accepted on the prince's behalf.

Cassie: *cracks knuckles* So, what's your opinion on patricide?

***

When Cassie meets Danny, she fully expects him to be some pompous asshole.

Danny: I am so fucking sorry!

Cassie: Huh?

Danny: *wrings hands* I'm sorry you got dragged into this mess! This was not my idea! But the council are a bunch of stuck-up jerks who think this is for the good of the realm and...

Cassie: So the wedding is off?

Danny: Well... unfortunately Clockwork is the one who floated the idea? And he only gets directly involved if it's like, end of the world kind of stuff...

Cassie: Who's Clockwork?

Danny: The Master of Time. He uh, helped me prevent a potential future where my soul got merged with that of my arch-nemesis and I miiiight have wiped out all life on Earth. But uh, that timeline is gone and you don't have to worry about it!

Cassie, muttering: Chronos?

Danny: So I think we might be stuck with each other, unless you have an idea on how to get out of this?

Cassie: Well my friends are bound to come rescue me, so...

Danny: Stall?

Cassie: Stall.

Queen Dora, popping in with a dozen handmaidens, a measuring tape and hundreds of dress and fabric samples: ~ Who's ready for a makeover? ~

Cassie: Oh gods just kill me now

***

Cassie and Danny both go full Bridezilla in an effort to delay the wedding, nitpicking everything from the clothes to the flower arrangements.

Cassie: I am not wearing some poofy monstrosity to my wedding. I want a tux! If anyone's gonna wear a dress it's gonna be him.

Danny, posing in front of a mirror: What do you think, can I pull off a mermaid cut?

***

Eventually, they can stall no more and the day of the wedding arrives. Zeus is there to give her away as the father of the bride. Cassie tries to stab him with the cake topper.

The wedding proceeds, they are standing in front of the Observant who is officiating. Cassie is glaring murderously at Zeus. Danny just looks resigned. Suddenly, there's a loud screech and a bang. The team has arrived to crash the party...!

...by literally crash landing the stolen Specter Speeder on top of Zeus.

*smash cut to a flashback of Tim reading the Drs Fentons' research and breaking into Fentonworks*

Tim, Kon and Bart pop out of the smoking wreckage.

Tim: We object!

Observant, outraged: On what grounds?!

Kon: Wonder Girl can't marry the ghost prince, because... because I'm marrying her!

Tim and Bart: Wait what?

Danny: Oh thank fuck *rips off his veil and dress and chucks it at the Observant* Cassie, do you want to marry Superboy?

Cassie: I do!

Danny: Then by the power vested in me by the Crown and Ring, I now pronounce you Super and Wonder. You may kiss the bride or whatever.

Cassie dip kisses Kon in front of the assembled ghost citizenry. Tim and Danny disappear into a broom closet during the wedding reception. Bart demolishes like 90% of the buffet by himself.

***

In a dark room, Clockwork is repeatedly watching Zeus get pancaked in slow motion and chuckles to himself.

Roll Credits

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #ghost king danny phantom #cassie sandsmark #tim drake #conner kent #bart allen #yj 1998 #young justice 1998 #ficlet #arranged marriage

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enigmaris · 4 months ago

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Superboy Prime punched through the multiverse. This, of course, defeated the enemy he was fighting that was trying to destroy the world, but multidimensional punches dont just affect the mortal plane.

The ghost zone, the infinite realms, felt the punch like a nuclear blast. Haunts destroyed, ghosts displaced through time and space. It was chaos.

Whats worse? Danny's friend is missing.

Danny had met Robin in the GZ during one of his adventures, the two dead teen vigilantes took to each other like ducks to water. Danny helped Robin learn about being a ghost and Robin taught Danny life skills such as: throwing a punch, lockpicking, and how not to fall for obvious traps that villians set up.

Even Sam and Tucker had met Robin, although since Robin was such a new ghost he wasnt strong enough to leave the zone for long. Young ghosts (halfas aside) needed to spend the first decade or two in the zone before they were stable enough to go back to the mortal side. Danny had offered to fly to gotham with a message for batman, but robin had declined.

Batman and he had had a fight before he died, the guy probably didnt want to see or hear about the robin that failed after all.

Robin had forbidden Danny and the others from looking into Gotham.

Danny would not be in Gotham if his friend hadn't disappeared after the sonic attack that had rocked the ghost zone. He had no idea who Robin had been under the mask. Even in death, his friend had not shared his secret identity. But Danny needed to find his friend before he destabilized into ectoplasmic goop.

So now Danny has to find Batman, convince the guy that ghosts are real and that his adopted son Robin is a ghost. He manages to find the bat signal on top of the GCPD and hails the hero.

Who has a new robin with him.

It hadnt even been a year!!! Batman had replaced his friend with a younger model, this one was wearing pants instead of shorts!! What the hell!!!

Danny is so offended that if he didn't need Batman's help to save Robin, he would so punch the guy in the face. Multiple times.

Danny explains the problem to Batman and FAKE Robin all while keeping his cool.

"His ghost probably ended up near his grave. Just get me to the cemetery, if he's there, i can find him and save him before he fades forever."

Batman agrees.

Internally, Bruce is bluescreening. His mind is just thinking: Jason. Jason. Jason. Jason! Over and over again. He needed to get to his son. Right now.

Tim wasn't expecting his first mission as Robin to go like this, he had just finished his training, but nothing he had trained for prepared him for a ghost that told him that he met Jason while fighting a magic ghost dragon.

When all three get to the cemetary, they find Jason Todd's grave empty. A hole in the grass, just wide enough for a person to crawl through. The casket has a hole punched through it. Parts of the suit Jason was buried in were torn off and caught on splinters of the wood.

"I am gonna be honest. I did not know zombies were a thing." said the ghost.

With that, all hell breaks loose in Gotham.

#jason todd #jason is in his amnesia arc right now. wandering gotham alone and in a torn up suit #a lonely drama king #danny is half convinced his friend is another halfa which would be awesome!!#the other half of him is worried he is gonna have to fight zombie!robin #batman does not have the emotional bandwidth to deal with this #internally he is screaming while on the outside he is just glaring at the world #tim drake is just happy to be here #he sends a message to Nightwing #nightwing immediately yeets himself from bludhaven to find his little wing. he doesnt care if Jason is a zombie now #if jason needs to eat brains to survive nightwing will find a way to harvest them ethically #dpxdc #dp crossover #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover

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invincibledc · 7 months ago

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Headcannons for how TT!Robin feels when superboy!reader has to go to metropolis:

TT!Robin who just watched the superboy pack his things up. His stoic demeanor and his crossed arms is all the super needs to know that he will be missed.

TT!Robin who makes sure the super has packed everything. He gives superboy!reader a quick peck and then walks away while the super leaves.

TT!Robin who starts to express his feelings of worry onto training and battles. He quickly defeats the villains by himself just so he can come to the tower. Maybe to see if the super had came back early. The team starts to see the change.

TT!Robin who’s oddly frowning more as days go on. He calls the super for night calls til they both fall asleep. Makes him feel better.

TT!Robin who soon gets knowledge that his super is coming back home. He feels happy, he almost didn’t sleep.

TT!Robin who stays in the living room, waiting. The titans snicker seeing their “serious” leader act like this.

TT!Robin who immediately rushes out of the room as he hears the elevator ding. He smiles seeing the super exit the elevator, the two collide in a passionate hug. Having their arms wrapped around each other. The super then lifts the boy wonder, tired from the traveling

TT!Robin who smiles wrapping his arms around the super who is asleep after traveling. He’s glad his super is home to him.

#superboy!reader #super!reader #dc fluff #dc x male reader #dc x reader #dc imagine #dc comics x reader #teen titans 2003 #Robin teen titans #teen titans robin #Robin x reader #robin dick grayson #dc Robin #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson

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kryptonitekomics · 5 months ago

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Right where I want him.

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pinkiemachine · 3 months ago

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OKA—Young Justice Time!

I’ve said once or twice before that I was hammering out which characters I would be including in each generation of YJ, and now I’ve done just that, and I am going to share what I landed on with you :3 (Sorry I don’t have finished posters for them yet tho…)

First off, just to make sure we all have the timeline straight, we have the Mighty Teen Titans, founded by Robin (Dick Grayson), Kid Flash (Wally West), and Wonder Girl (Donna Troy) initially. The other members include Starfire, Beast Boy, Raven, and Cyborg.

Then some time goes by, Cyborg gets promoted to The Justice League, and then the second wave of the Teen Titans hits, primarily founded by Robin III (Tim Drake). Other members include Spoiler, Wonder Girl II (Cassie Sandsmark), Aqualad II (Kaldur’ahm), Superboy (Conner Kent), Impulse, and Miss Martian.

While they are doing that, the old TT are founding Young Justice. As said before, Cyborg got to jump straight to being a JLA member (he was the oldest of all the OG TT by a few years anyway) which just leaves us with Dick Grayson (now going by Nightwing), Donna Troy (now going by Troya—idk, “Troia” looks weird), Starfire, Kid Flash, Beast Boy, and… maybe Raven? I can’t decide if I want her to stay or ride off into the sunset after defeating Trigon… but then who gets her spot? Is it Terra? Do we make her a fully fledged member? For the life of me I can’t decide. Would love feedback. Anyway, new members include Batgirl (Barbara Gordon), Bumblebee, Aqualad (Garth), and Speedy.

So that’s that.

Fast forward a few more years and we get to the next phase. At this point, the Teen Titans are an institution, and Robin V (Damian Wayne) assumes command of a new team comprised of Superboy II (Jonathan Kent), Static Shock, Blue Beetle, Princess Amethyst, Jenny Hex, and Aquagirl II (Lorena).

And while that’s going on, Tim (now going by Red Robin) leads the next generation of Young Justice along with Aqualad II, and Miss Martian. Returning characters include Spoiler, Cassie Sandsmark (now going by Olympia), Impulse, and Superboy (who needs a new codename). New characters are Solstice, Hotspot, Batgirl II (Cassandra Cain) and Arrowette/Artemis from the YJ cartoon—yes, I’m basically mushing the two together because reasons, and she may be more of a sometimes character. You know? Kinda morally ambiguous at first, and a sometimes member. Potentially, since Cassandra isn’t big into being around people, we could leave her with the BatFam and Artemis can permanently take her place, but that’s up for debate. (I know it can maybe be a little confusing having a Cassie and a Cass on the same team, but that’s why in my universe it’s Cassandra Cain and *Cassidy* Sandsmark, rather than them both having the exact same first name.)

After that, no idea what will happen to the Teen Titans, but there sure isn’t gonna be a Robin leading them. So we move to the next gen of Young Justice years later. Currently being led by Robin V (Damian Wayne), Aquagirl II (Lorena), and Superboy II (Jon). Returning members include Blue Beetle, Static shock, and Jenny Hex (ooh, look, a typo). New characters include Jinx, Stargirl (who I’ve given a rough first draft makeover), Sideways, Rose Wilson, and potentially Jericho as our rogue YJ member.

So those are all the members I’ve got so far. What do you think?

#art #fan art #dc #dc comics #teen titans #the mighty teen titans #the new teen titans #ultimate teen titans #young justice #pinkiemachine

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casscainmainly · 10 months ago

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Gender and Sexuality in Batgirl (2000)

While Kelley Puckett's opening run on Batgirl (2000) deals with Cass experiencing human connections and human life outside of fighting, issue 37 onwards takes a hard turn into gendered experiences. For sure there's some problematic elements (Cass gets sexualised a LOT more), but Horrocks' run does explore Cass' view on gender and romance in an interesting way. I'll be focusing on issues 37 - 57, essentially Horrocks' run but including guest writers (Gabrych, for instance, is our starting point). By the way I'm not a gender studies expert so feel free to disagree with any of these readings.

Riot Girls

Issue #38 (written by Gabrych) opens with this Batman conversation, which sets up Horrocks' run perfectly. Cass has never experienced a close female friendship (Babs is more mother/daughter) until Stephanie. Yet Bruce strikes a nerve here: she's not like you, and she never will be. He tells Cass something she already suspects - there's something she lacks that Stephanie has. (Bruce is, ironically, trying to say that Stephanie's the one lacking, but that's not what Cass hears).

This leads into the iconic Steph-Cass conversation:

Steph reveals she's had a baby, and this is Cass' reaction. She realises how much she doesn't understand about her body, romance, and gender in general. Stephanie has "finally beat [her] at something." She has experienced 'girlhood' in ways Cass can only dream of.

At the end of the issue, Stephanie asks if Cass thinks "he's right" (referring to Bruce), and Cass says yes. By siding with the male perspective (Bruce, or the he), Cass falls out with Stephanie, losing her first female friend. The whole of Horrocks' run should be understood in the context of this issue, with Cass searching for an understanding of her gender/sexuality.

The Superboy Saga

When Babs takes her on vacation, she makes Cass put on a bikini. Cass ends up meeting Superboy, getting grossed out, and delivering this excellent speech. It's Cass' first proper encounter with the male gaze, and it's especially disquieting for her because a) she knows the power of vision and b) she's brushing up against sexism and systemic injustice, something she hasn't really experienced before. She's encountering a power that can't be defeated with fists, and she is struggling to understand it.

She eventually does kiss Conner, and decides to take a trip to Metropolis. The decision occurs after this panel. Cass' desire to be with Conner stems from her desire to understand these feelings of passion, to want/need and be wanted/needed by others. The top panel here is interesting, too; she sees sexism playing out with other people ("check me out, girls!" / "Jerk."). Her anguished expression indicates she's having trouble reconciling the harmful forms of passion (top panel) with the sweeter forms of love (bottom panel).

At the end of the Superboy saga, Cass learns to distinguish between her romantic and platonic feelings. This taking place after the fallout with Stephanie (who explicitly repudiated her friendship) makes this extra intriguing - Cass calls the creature they're fighting "lonely," clearly meant to show insight into herself. Without Steph, she felt 'lonely', thus sort of falling into this relationship with Conner. Conner, however, is unable to fulfil that loneliness. Which leads us to...

Bruce Wayne Strikes Again

I noted in my other post how Bruce is super disapproving of Cass' love life. While it's hilarious, it genuinely impacts Cass' ability to express her sexuality freely. Here, Bruce pits Cass' sexuality against Batgirl; he implies that these attempts to understand herself harm her vigilante career. The way Cass responds ("I want to. I need to") is strikingly similar to the passions panel ("I want you. I need you"). Instead of being directed to another person, Cass directs her passions to Batgirl as a career. She's sliding back into her early mindset where Batgirl was all she was.

Again, another contrast between her and Stephanie: Stephanie fought for recognition in the suit, but Cass has to fight for an identity outside of it.

The Tai'Darshan Tale

But the real motivator for Cass' sexual awakening is, of course, Tai'Darshan, the semi-racist-caricature metahuman terrorist from Tarakstan. He flirts with Cass constantly, and makes a lot of gendered references ("easy, girl," "I don't understand why a woman like you," he calls her "beautiful") (#39, #40). He is the first significant character to take an interest in Cass as a girl, and without his flirting Cass probably wouldn't have kissed Conner (she kisses him after fighting Tai'Darshan twice).

Tai'Darshan does a big tornado thing and Bruce, intent on not letting him kill, knocks him aside, killing him. I'm low-key mad about this plot point, but that's okay 'cause so is Cass! In an echo of the Steph-Cass situation above, Bruce entirely disapproves of Tai'Darshan, but Cass likes him. Unlike with Stephanie, however, Cass doesn't side with Bruce. Instead, she keeps her feelings "secret" from Batman. It's the start of their relationship fracturing, as well as the start of Cass prioritising her own feelings and self-development over Bruce's perception of her.

No Soul

After all of this boy drama Cass understands romance a bit better, but is still in the dark about her gender. When a woman tells her she has "no soul," Cass goes to Barbara, who tells her the following:

Barbara connects 'soul' with Batgirl and femininity. Cass believes her, putting on Barbara's old suit (which one panel associates with "girl power!") and heading into the streets. What's interesting is that to achieve girlhood, Cass discards her suit in favour of Barbara's. Once again, there's this belief she's not 'feminine enough'; she's not like other girls, and she never will be.

But the suit obviously doesn't match Cass' fighting style, and in the end Cass returns to her old one. We get this great speech from Babs:

Cass is asleep here, but I do think she's learning that there's no 'right way' to be a girl - that she doesn't have to be Stephanie or Conner's girlfriend or Batgirl or Barbara, but just Cass.

The Dick Debacle

Cass gets hit with a drug called 'Soul' and has these hallucinations. This mostly male group sexualises her, criticises her for being sexual, calls her ugly, calls her hot; Cass is visualising the overwhelming contradictory standards applied to women everywhere, a compression of all her experiences thus far. Even Babs has fallen victim to pushing Cass towards stereotypically feminine experiences, and Cass' anguish is not so much at these people but at the patriarchy she's finally beginning to understand.

Dick, in particular, seems to represent this anger:

Finding out Dick broke Babs' heart seems to be the final straw. Here, her hallucinations paint her rage as feminine; the devil repeatedly calls her "girl," and Soul is being peddled by an all-female group who were 'tired of being girlfriends'. Then Cass kicks Dick out a window.

The Dick incident represents a culmination of her negative gendered experiences, beginning from her fallout with Steph and ending with another one of her close female companions (Babs) being hurt by a man.

Fallout

In the final issue before War Games, Cass essentially loses both Barbara and Steph (after making up with her and seeing her as Robin). I just like the parallel between Cass looking at Barbara as she leaves, and Stephanie looking at Cass - in a way, this is the most 'like' Stephanie Cass ever gets.

There isn't really a satisfactory conclusion to the explorations of gender or sexuality in Horrocks' run, or even in Gabrych's after. I think there's a lot to explore and I hope whenever Cass gets her next solo they look into all this a little further!

#cassandra cain #batgirl #batgirl 2000 #batman #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #barbara gordon #idk something about stephanie kickstarting cass' search for romance #the fact that they both have something the other wants #i should do a post just about them #also i love that dick moment it's so funny cause cass like NEVER explains

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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.

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