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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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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.
Superman needs convincing. Chapter 2
It had been three weeks since Superman’s fateful encounter with Lex in his penthouse apartment. Lex would provide intel to Superman about the movements of his assets and Superman would make himself scarce by taking care of some other emergency.
Superman was at least free to deal with other crime across Metropolis, but this only served to allow Lex to strengthen his hold on the criminal element across the city, which was now more active than ever with Luthor’s crews running rampant.
Superman had started to field questions about his apparent lack of action against these criminals, with even the Daily Planet publishing stories which doubted his impartiality. It was getting increasingly difficult to find alibis and excuses.
A further side effect of the Kockring was becoming an increasing nuisance. The Man of Steel was unable to cum. He could easily get an erection but any time he was close to cumming, the Kockring would intervene with one of its pulses and block his release. His balls had increased in size and his cock was hardening almost constantly as it strived to find release.
Clark had taken a leave of absence from the Planet, under the cover of returning to Smallville, as Superman did not want Lex to use the device to track his regularly trips to the apartment of Clark Kent.
Superman had only made one attempt to remove the Kockring and that had been an abject failure. Deciding to assess the Kockring with his own abilities, the Man of Steel had located an old abandoned warehouse and removed his belt, boots, tights and briefs.
Standing before a mirror he had inspected the Kockring which encircled his shaft just below his balls. When he pulled at the skin at the base of his shaft he could see the small steel pins piercing the skin of his shaft and feel them held against the inside of his cock, as the internal teeth prevented them from exiting his impervious body.
The Kockring was rigidly set in place as the pins did not allow it freedom to move. The Man of Steel pulled and pushed around the pins but his invulnerable skin would not permit any movement. As he touched and prodded himself, his cock began to harden in response and he felt a wave of horniness wash over him, causing the Man of Steel to tug on his hardening cock a few times.
Taking a different approach, Superman tried to carefully feel the surface of the Kockring for any features or abnormalities. It was perfectly smooth to the touch and Superman complemented his sense of touch with his super powered sight and sound, but could detect no points which appeared to allow any kind of input or external control.
Superman had believed it when Lex had said that tampering with the Kockring would cause it to spill its harmful radiation on him, so he refrained from using his strength or heat vision. He knew either of these could instantly ruin the Kockring but would almost certainly render him helpless – or worse – and summon Lex to his position.
After many long minutes of useless exploration Superman had decided there was no hope. Just before he reached down to pull up his pants he had an idea. His cock was still hard so he pulled the shaft and balls away from the ring as far as they would go then shot a stream of icy cold breath toward the Kockring.
Superman thought it was worth a shot, as it would not rupture the Kockring but maybe he could freeze its internal circuitry and prevent Lex from using it to control him.
The cold was starting to affect the ring, as he could see the surface changing colour. The Man of Steel was feeling hopeful and tried to position himself to affect a different part of the Kockring. However, as he was moving his head he heard a sonic pulse emanate from the Kockring and felt a wave of pain emanate from his groin and spread across his body as the effect of kryptonite radiation set in.
Immediately his powers fled him and he was left rocking on his feet as all strength seeped from his bones and left him barely able to stand.
“Unngghhh,” he groaned, as he felt rhythmic pulses blasting from the Kockring. He fell to his knees with his head hanging weakly over his shoulder and arms and hands slumped beside his S emblazoned chest.
“Urrghhh. Must… stand…” he grunted as he strained his weakened muscles which were now unable to even lift his own weight. He stayed on his knees for a few moments more before he started swaying as the weakness continued to take its toll.
After a minute he could not even lift his head and he finally collapsed onto his side before rolling onto his back with his limbs splayed around him. His balls sat over the pulsing Kockring and his still rock hard erection was pointing up his stomach and throbbing to the point of pain.
“Mmmmhhh,” was all the Man of Steel could moan as the effects of the green k radiation pulses continued to deprive his mighty muscles of their strength.
In contrast, his cock was now so hard he thought it might explode and it was throbbing in time with the pulsing of the Kockring. The throbbing in his cock was driving Superman crazy with the need for release and he was desperate to jerk his cock and relieve the tension.
He focussed all his energy on lifting his right hand and managed to raise it before resting it on his chiselled abdominals. By this point he was sweating and breathing heavily from the exertion, but the need to relieve his throbbing member filled his thoughts.
The Man of Steel strained again and managed to wrap his hand around the hard shaft and felt an immense sense of relief as he gave it a weak squeeze. Then, with slow and laborious movements Superman was able to slide his hand up the engorged shaft before resting and sliding back down.
Superman knew he was too weak and helpless to build enough speed to finish himself off, but his cock was so desperate for release and his mind so obsessed that he could not stop trying.
For what seemed an eternity the Man of Steel lay on the dirty warehouse floor with his tights and briefs around his ankles, jerking himself off just enough to leak precum and edge himself without any hope of relief. The huge muscles on the frame of Superman bulged beneath the blue tunic but they were just useless slabs under the effects of the kryptonite.
Superman heard footsteps approaching and saw Luthor’s smiling face walk into his vision. “Well, well Superman. Either you’ve been hiding your kinky side or you were playing with things you were told not to play with.”
The helpless hero could only grunt as he continued to slowly and impotently jerk himself under the watchful gaze of Lex.
Luthor waited patiently as he observed the spectacle of the mighty Man of Steel reduced to a simpering pile of sexual lust. Lex had already been observing this self-degradation by the Man of Steel for over ten minutes before he even made his presence known.
Superman was being driven increasingly mad as his raging boner continued to scream at him for relief. “Please Lex,” as the name escaped the lips of the Man of Steel he saw Lex make a slight shake of his head and felt a searing pain across his muscled form, although it did nothing to reduce his erection.
“Uungghhh. Please…” a longer than necessary pause, “sir.” Superman gritted through closed teeth. “I need release. Please help me sir.” Lex continued to look at the Man of Steel with a small frown. Superman tried again. “Please let me cum sir, I beg you to let me cum.”
The benevolent smile returned to the face of Lex as he said. “Of course my pet,” and motioned to an aide. The aide immediately prepared the scene for Lex, laying down a rug beside the slowly jerking Man of Steel before removing the suit jacket, tie and shirt of Lex.
“Stop now,” said Lex simply with a meaningful look at Superman’s hand on his cock.
The Man of Steel gave a desperate look in response but stopped his weak jerking and let his hand fall back to his side. The Cock of Steel continued to throb in time to the pulsing of the Kockring.
Lex placed his hand around the throbbing shaft of the Man of Steel and said, “continue to beg me and flex your muscles.”
Superman groaned but almost immediately complied. “Please sir, I so badly need you sir. Please make me cum sir.” He spent what little energy he had weakly flexing his once mighty muscles as Lex touched them with his other hand.
“You are such a weakling Superman. Your mighty muscles have been reduced to nothing and you can’t even finish yourself off. Your flexing is weak and pathetic and your muscles are useless.”
“Yes sir. I am a pathetic weakling with no strength. My big muscles are too weak even to please you sir. I am sorry for being such a disappointment sir.”
Lex continued his slow strong strokes on the Cock of Steel. “You are fortunate Superman, that I am so generous. Few would be willing to show such mercy to one as weak and pitiful as you.”
Superman blushed in shame, even as he continued to flex for Luthor. “Yes sir. I am weak and pathetic. I do not deserve you. But please sir, please don’t stop. Please take mercy on my weak and pathetic form.” Superman was almost delirious with the need to cum. Lex’s stroking of his cock had brought him closer and he felt like he might finally get an orgasm after so many weeks of impotence.
“It truly is pathetic Superman, to see the once mighty Man of Steel, lying helpless on the ground begging for a handjob.”
“Yes sir, I am helpless and pathetic. But please sir, don’t stop. I will do anything for you, just please don’t stop.”
“Anything Superman?” Lex looked deeply into the crystal blue eyes of the Man of Steel.
As Superman started to respond a powerful orgasm rocked his body and jets of hot white cum shot out of his cock and onto his chest and face “Ohhh! ugghhh! Great Scott! Yes sir, anything sir!” Superman continued to moan in ecstasy as Lex milked the still hard and throbbing cock.
Lex proceeded to tease the now sensitive head of Superman who, in his weakened state, could only writhe in agony on the ground.
“Very well Superman, I accept your offer. Finis,” he added.
The Man of Steel breathed in relief as the effect of the green k radiation wore off and he felt the strength returning to his body.
Lex continued. “You are to come to my apartment tomorrow at 6pm. I’m sure you remember the address. Do not change or clean yourself before you come. You may stand now.”
A look of confusion crossed the handsome features of the Man of Steel but he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut and just nod. He stood up, shakily at first but then with the confidence of his superpowered muscles.
Lex reached his hand out to Superman’s face and wiped the cum which had fallen onto his hand against the cheek of the Man of Steel. He turned and departed saying only, “until tomorrow, my pet.”
Superman was more shaken than ever as he realised the complete control Lex had over him through the Kockring. After Lex had departed he pulled his tights up over his dirty ass cheeks before replacing his briefs, belt and boots. The shock of the last request from Luthor reverberated around the mind of the Man of Steel and he stayed in that very spot until the next afternoon at 5:59pm.
At 6pm, Superman landed on the private penthouse balcony and walked toward the open door, through which he could see an aide standing near Luthor’s desk. Superman had not returned here since the day he had been introduced to the Kockring and he shuddered involuntarily at both the memories of that day and the events of the previous afternoon.
As Superman walked through the open door, still covered in his own cum, the aide gestured to an open door, through which the Man of Steel walked.
The spandex clad superhero entered the chamber where he had awoken during their first encounter and saw Lex standing near the middle of the room. He was clad in the same leather attire as their first encounter, which showed off his muscular physique.
As the Man of Steel entered, Lex noted with satisfaction that – as requested – the hero was still covered in his own cum plus the dirt from the warehouse floor. “Thank you for coming Superman. Good for your word I see,” said Lex as Superman walked through the balcony door.
Superman was livid with rage at his treatment at the hands of Lex but managed to keep his anger in check, merely nodding in response.
“Excellent,” continued Lex with a smile. “I have an experiment I would like to conduct today.”
The Man of Steel gave a confused look to Luthor who only added, “on you.”
“I would like to see just how impervious you super body is. Specifically, your super balls.”
Superman’s eyes widened in concern as the words left Luthor’s lips. He tried to find words but could not so Lex jumped into the silence.
“Come now Superman. You did say anything. And I did let you cum, did I not?” To emphasize his words Lex waved the riding crop around in the general direction of the cum stained body of the superhero.
Superman blushed at both his state and the circumstance that got him here. At least, he thought to himself, he isn’t asking me to commit or allow a crime.
“Alright,” Superman caught himself in time and added, “sir. How would you like to conduct this experiment?”
Lex waved his hand and a flurry of activity took place near the corner of the room.
Superman moved over at a gesture from Luthor and made a closer inspection. There were two footprints on the ground as well as two cuffs protruding from the ceiling. A column had also risen just in front of the footprints.
Lex assumed a more authoritarian voice. “Lower your briefs and tights and stand on the panels,” to which Superman obediently complied. Superman noticed that the column stopped at groin height and had a circular opening on the side.
Lex moved over and pulled the cock and balls of the Man of Steel through the circular opening, leaving the Kockring outside as it did not fit. Superman noticed that there were three indentations on the surface of the column. Two of these were raised and Luthor placed the testicles onto each of these. The third was longer and lowered and Luthor positioned the shaft into this one.
When Lex was finished the Balls of Steel were sitting high and exposed with the Cock of Steel tucked safely away.
“Hold onto these cuffs. They are not able to take your full strength, but they should withstand any involuntary shaking you may have.”
Superman again complied and placed his wrists in the self closing cuffs then gripped the chain with his hands.
“This device was designed to test just how impervious your Balls of Steel truly are Superman.” As Lex spoke another column dropped from the ceiling to sit over the orbs and shaft. “It will apply increasing amounts of pressure until either the machine is unable to go higher or… well,” Lex grinned as the next thought crossed his mind, “I’m sure you get it.”
Superman could only gulp as he stood there trapped within the strange machine. He knew his body was extremely tough but things had managed to make an impression in the past. And he had never been explicitly attacked in the balls, which he knew were a significant weak point of all men.
Lex took a step back to observe the experiment and made a signal to the operator.
“15%”.
A whirring noise could be heard followed by a sharp cracking sound, like metal on metal. Superman felt a brushing sensation on his balls so presumed that was the sound of the device striking his testicles.
Luthor considered for a moment before saying simply, “25%”.
The Man of Steel felt a slight sensation but nothing overly notable.
“35%,” came the next call from Lex.
The series proceeded in 5% increments with no reaction from the Man of Steel, although he was feeling a growing sensation against his nuts as the pounding continued.
“90%” said Lex. Superman had thought that he might have lost his excitement as the experiment had progressed without result, but Lex was still glued to the body of the Man of Steel to gauge his reaction.
“92%”
Superman winced as the sharp cracking sound was heard, giving way to a feeling of alarm within the Man of Steel.
“94%”
Superman felt a sharp stab shoot through his testicles as the sharp cracking sound was heard. His breathing increased as he braced for the next number.
“96%”
Superman knew pain like he had never known before. His groin felt like it had been stabbed and a ball of pain moved to his stomach.
“96%”
Again the pain shot through his balls and he felt the searing pain shoot into his stomach. This time he could not help but cry out, “Urrghhh!”
“96%. Staccato.”
A triple shot of the sharp crack sounded and the Man of Steel felt pain explode across his balls in a series of rapid fire successions. “Please sir, please sir. I can’t take any more,” Superman cried out in desperation.
“96%. Staccato.”
The triple shot sounded again and Superman felt the need to double over in pain. Deciding he no longer cared about his promise and tried to rip his hands free of the cuffs, but found he was held tight.
“96%. Repeat,” came the phrase from Lex.
The pounding resumed on the balls of the Man of Steel but did not stop. Superman cried out in pain as his testicles were abused repeatedly by the merciless device. He pulled at his cuffs with all his might but could not pry his arms lose. His booted feet had also been encased and he was prevented from bringing his legs up to try to defend his poor abused balls.
“Urgh. Ahh. Ohh. Ngg..” Superman felt he was about to lose consciousness as the pounding on his balls continued. Crack. Crack. Crack. Came the sound from the device as the mechanism pummelled into his now vulnerable balls.
The pounding continued as Superman was plunged into the blissful oblivion of unconsciousness when the pain in his testicles became too much even for the Man of Steel to withstand.
Superman awoke to a terrible and painful throbbing in his groin and immediately moved his hands to protect his sore jewels. As he opened his eyes he noticed that there was something blocking his vision.
Lex smiled happily as he saw the mighty Man of Steel rouse from his unconsciousness. After Superman had passed out, Lex had let the body slump to the ground with the swollen and bruised balls hanging out.
He had been so excited by the success of the experiment he had felt the need to jerk himself on the spot and cum over the body of the helpless hero.
As Superman awoke, Lex could see his fresh cum splattered over the eyes and mouth of the muscled hero. He yearned to sink his cock deep in the mouth and ass of Superman but knew that proper training required suitable patience.
As Superman tried to blink his vision clear he could see Lex standing over him with his still dripping cock in his hand. The Man of Steel realised his situation and felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness and weakness, even though he was not currently under the effects of green k.
“The experiment was a success. You may go,” said Lex before exiting the room.
Superman could only manage, “thank you sir,” before picking himself up off the floor and flying out of the apartment in terror.