I thought it was going to be one of those long boring family weekends like every summer. But this one wasturned out to be a vaction to remember! I had been eyeing this girl at the next site over and she had been smiling alot at me. After talking for awhile and getting more comfortable, I asked if she wanted to go down to the beach later that night. She grinned and said HELL YEAH!That night we both ditched our families and met in the water. She looked incredible in her two piece and I looked damn good myself. We both had firm bodies, and she could not stop staring at my thickness between my thighs.I grabbed her hand, leading us to the sand. She fell to her knees, pulling the drawstring of me shorts. I gasped as shewrapped her thin fingers around my cock and softly closing her wet lips around it. I felt her tounge dancing over the tip then slowly sliding down its length. Not wanting to cum just yet, I grasped her shoulders, pulling her up. I gently tugged the string on her top, and after it fell to the ground discovered the most shapely breasts I ever saw. Cupping her tits in my strong hands, closed my lips on a nipple and watched her temble. Soon she was pushing on my shoulders hinting me pleasure her girlhood with my tounge.With a big-ass smile on my face, I laid her down, parted her thighs pressing mouth to her wettness. She arched her back and sighed. When she couldn’t take any more she cried out “I need you, I need you inside me right now!”I laid on my back as she knelt over my pole, Her warmth and moisture was unbeleivable. She rode up and down on my dick for hours, cumming three or four times before I loaded inside her. But it didn’t end there. We fucked til the sun rose over us.
It was a warm day in the great city of Metropolis. Superman flew across the skies until he noticed Lois on top of the daily planet roof waving her arms to him and he decided to talk to her. “Hello Lois, what seems to be the problem?” superman asked. Well I just got a top there was a crash landing just outside of Metropolis and whatever it was made a huge crater press haven t been given access to go in yet, but I m sure the man of steel can get through and investigate.” Lois stated With that said superman departed for the crater searching around for any possible debris. Superman then noticed a small space ship near the edge of the crater. It started to open revealing a young man slowly getting out. Superman slowly gets near the man. “Who are you?” Superman asked. The young man fully came out in a tight blue shirt and briefs.” My name is Xin; I am looking for someone named Superman. I heard he lived on earth” He replied. “That would be me,” Superman said. Xin started to undress himself. “Then you are the man I must defeat. You see Superman, I heard much about you; I m a Karyan, a neighbor of what was Krypton. Our planets were at war before our planet was destroyed. I myself was close to it and was imbued with this energy.” Xin said. Xin s penis then started glowing green as Superman backed away from him. “Kryptonoite?” Superman asked weakly. “Yes Superma, my body has been imbued with kryptonite. I can change my body at will like this, Superman. I challenge you to a sexual strength contest; if you defeat me I will leave your planet and never return, but if you lose you will be mine. If you refuse, I will destroy you once and for all.” “I accept then; what are the rules of this contest?” Superman asked. It is simple, my body contains your weakness, but you too have my weakness. The sperm of a Kryptonian; something I found out during my travel in the phantom zone. We will masturbate ourselves, ejaculating as much as we can on one another until one of us collapses.” Xin explained. He then started to grab his 13-inch cock, stroking it slowly to get himself erect. “Undress yourself and we will start.” Xin demanded. Superman took off his outfit and exposed his massive 14-inch cock to Xin. “Superman, I wish to add another stipulation to our challenge where the loser must suck on the winner s cock and bear the seed of his adversary on his face.
The Drones keep blasting Superman with kryptonite. He drops to his knees; his grip on TirDeathStar stops and his arms go limp. Then he slumps to the sand, his eyes bulging out while he is moaning and groaning loudly. His pecs are indenting wildly as his super strength drains rapidly from his body. TriDeathStar stirs and stands to his feet and says something to the Drone. The Drone blasts a more intense blast of red light at TriDeathStar, and then TriDeathStar says something else to the drone. The red beam stops then a yellow beam envelopes TriDeathStar for a good three minutes and then stops. The handsome Villain says something to the three Drone’s zapping Superman. The green beams stop TriDeathStar walk over to the weak and dazed MAN OF STEEL and pulls him to his feet. His hands go on the insides of Superman’s neck area of his costume his biceps flex and he pulls roughly and rips Superman’s new costume down the front and all the way down to his yellow belt. He lets Superman fall to the sand then removes his boots and finishes stripping Superman. When he is done Superman lays on the sand completely naked. Superman’s eyes are bulging out and he is totally drained of all his super strength. He’s so weak now his pecs can’t even indent. TriDeathStar tells his three Drone’s to take the naked Superman to his hideout and tells them to blast him with more kryptonite if he try s to escape. They dutifully obey and carry the zapped out Superhero away. TriDeathStar reaches down and picks up Superman’s ripped costume he picks the red briefs out and holds them aside from the rest, then he throws the rest of Superman’s new costume to the ground. He then orders his Drone to destroy the rest of the costume. The Drone obeys and from out of it a powerful wide green and red beam emits on to the costume. It goes up in flames, but the Drone does not stop until Superman’s new costume is completely destroyed. Then TriDeathStar orders the Drone to fly with him back to his underground hideout. The door opens; TriDeathStar and the Drone go towards a chained-up, naked, and limp Superman. Superman’s chin is resting on his muscled pecs, he’s very weak looking. TriDeathStar goes to his computer area and pushes a button; then from the ceiling, beams of sunlight shine down. He pushes another button and a wide beam of sunlight shines on Superman. In a few minutes Superman becomes more alert and starts getting stronger and stronger. Superman asks, “Why are you doing this to me? Please stop this madness!” TriDeathStar doesn’t answer Superman and walks up behind him and shoves his arm in between Superman’s legs and grabs Superman’s balls and puts a very rough grip to them and starts to squeeze hard. Superman lets out a loud yell, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” TriDeathStar puts a death grip on Superman’s balls and clamps down hard. Superman yell, “Oh,no-no-no-please-please-please-STOP! It-it-it-hurts-hurts-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Superman answers, “OHHHHHH! NO-NO-PLEASE-PLEASE-STOP! IT-IT-HURTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” TriDeathStar keeps his grip on Superman’s balls and in eight seconds Superman is out cold, his handsome head down and his chin resting on his muscled pecs. TriDeathStar smiles and goes to his computer console. He opens a drawer and pulls out a silver pair of gloves and some type of light-blue bullet looking drug. He puts on the gloves and walks back over to the unconscious Superman. He takes the bullet-looking drug between his index finger and thumb and then with his other hand, he spreads Superman’s ass crack open. He sees Superman’s exposed asshole and inserts the drug into him and runs a long finger all the way until it stops, and leaves it there for a minute or two. Superman does not stir he’s still out cold. TriDeathStar goes back to his computer console and turns a dial. An even greater wide beam of sunlight shines down on the unconscious Superhero. “Wake up Superman!” Superman starts coming around waking up, but still very groggy. TriDeathStar walks backwards just far enough to keep Superman from being able to kick him. Then TriDeathStar says, “My Drones are going to inject you with a couple of drugs now. Superman if you try to make a move on any of them they will blast you with so much kryptonite you will piss yourself, I promise you!” TriDeathStar does not answer Superman he orders his Drone’s to move in on Superman and inject him. The drones do as they re told and move towards the chained up hero. Two from the side and one comes around to the front of Superman. A look of fear spreads across Superman’s face, but he does not resist. The Drone coming at Superman from the front lifts Superman’s limp penis and balls and then a green needle inserts into Superman’s penis base. Superman yells loud, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Then the two Drones from the side insert green needles into Superman’s neck. Superman’s head yanks back hard his eyes open wide with a shocked look on his handsome face. Superman’s pecs start to indent at his nipples making large circles his entire body starts to shake. TriDeathStar says, “Oh don’t worry Superman you will still have your super strength, but your super brain will be drugged out with a powerful mind control drug and the other a fear drug.” The Drones retract the green needles and Superman’s head falls down hard, his eyes open wide unblinking and glazed over. TriDeathStar says, “You will obey me Superman, won’t you?” Superman says with fear on his face, “Yes I will do whatever you want me to do. Please don’t hurt me PLEASE!” TriDeathStar says, “You d better do anything and everything I tell you to do Superman, is that clear?” Superman answers, “Yes I will do whatever you tell me to do, please don’t hurt me, I will obey!” TriDeathStar grins with satisfaction and then tells Superman, “Okay I’m going to un-cuff you now Superman and take you over to my bed. I’m going to suck on your fat penis. I want your super sperm. Then I’m going to stick my fat 1- inch cock into you and pump you until I shoot a good ten loads of my red radiation sperm inside you. Is that a problem Superman?” Superman answers, his mind on auto pilot, “No that s not a problem TriDeathStar, please suck on my penis and shoot your cum inside of me. I’m yours to do with as you please. I will do whatever you want, please don’t hurt me, I will obey!” TriDeathStar spins around fast and when he is done he is completely naked his fat limp penis swaying from side to side. He walks over to the chained up Superman and un-cuffs him. Superman is cringing and is very scared looking. TriDeathStar pushes Superman down to his knees and tells Superman to suck his cock. Superman obeys and begins sucking TriDeathStar s cock, now going rock hard cock. TriDeathStar now starts pumping Superman’s mouth with his fat 10-inch cock going deep and sometimes choking Superman, and then pulling out then pumping faster. TriDeathStar turns Superman around and pushes him into the bed and then climbs up and pulls Superman to the middle of the bed. TriDeathStar starts sucking Superman’s erect penis Superman moaning, “Oh-oh-oh-yea-yea-yea-it-it-it-feel-feel-feels-so-so-so-goooooooooooooooooooood!” TriDeathStar darts a finger into Superman’s asshole and pushes it all the way in and starts sucking harder. Superman’s penis starts oozing pre-cum and his moans start getting louder and louder soon he starts ejaculating hard. The drug TriDeathStar inserted into Superman is working and Superman cums for a good 10 minutes, TriDeathStar swallowing down every drop of Superman’s super sperm. Superman’s well rounded and muscled pecs are rippling wildly and indenting at his erect nipples. When Superman is done cumming, his super brain is down for the count and his eyes are bulging out, his head jerking back and forth. TriDeathStar says, “Oh yeah Superman, your sperm tastex so good and makes me feel really great! How do you feel Superman?” Superman replies with incoherent words, “I’m-ahhhhhhhhhh-sperm-sperm-can’t-can’t-think-think-I’m-ahhhhhhhhhhh-to-to-much-much-cum-cum-cummmmmmmmmm!” TriDeathStar says, “That’s what I thought Superman, now I’m going to stick my cock into you and shoot load after load of my red radiation tainted sperm into you. What do you think about that?” Superman says, “I’m-ahhhhhhhhhhh-I’m-ahhhhhhhhhh-your-your-sperm-sperm-makes-makes-me-me-weak-weak-weakkkkkkkkkkkk!” TriDeathStar says, “Oh I know it does Superman, but you want me to don’t you? Superman answers, “Yes-yes-your-your-sperm-sperm-into-into-me-me-meeeeeeeeeeee!” Superman is getting very weak, the full sunlight recharging Superman slowly, but TriDeathStar s rapid ejaculations are draining Superman’s super strength faster. Then a strange sound starts and blue lights near the ceiling start flashing. TriDeathStar pulls his cock out of Superman and gets off the bed and walks over to his computer station and looks down. TriDeathStar reaches his computer console and pushes a button and turns a dial. He walks himself and the defeated Superman into the cylinder. Then they vanish. Meanwhile back at the JLA Headquarters, a meeting has just adjourned and three of the members leave, and then go out into deep space. End of part 5 David Circe.
The door slides open and TriDeathStar with Superman impaled on his fat 10-inch rock hard penis, walk into another room of a different desert hideout. The red radiation sperm flowing deep inside Superman has taken away his super strength and the drugs TriDeathStar’s Drone’s put into the conquered Super hero are working over his super brain. Superman is indeed totally in TriDeathStar’s power. computer console and pushes a button. Sunlight floods into the room. All four of his Drone’s are stationed at different areas. TriDeathStar calls to each of them and they all come up. He tells them what he wants from each of them and three go off and start working on maintenance of the hideout. His favorite, Drone A-1, he tells instructs to go to the computer console and find out why that thunderstorm came up like it did. A-1 obeys and goes to the computer console and starts working. TriDeathStar walks himself and the impaled Superman over to his large bed. The red radiation sperm TriDeathStar shot into Superman has drained away Superman’s super strength even with full sunlight beaming on. Superman s strength is so zapped it takes much longer to re-charge him. TriDeathStar starts talking to Superman, “Who has you in his power Superman?” Superman groggily answers, “Tri-Tri-DeathStar has me in-in-his-his-pow-pow powerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!.” TriDeathStar breaks Superman down on the bed and starts pumping him fast, pulling out then slamming his fat 10-incher back into Superman with abandon. Superman is moaning loudly and talking with incoherent and broken words as TriDeathStar works his super asshole over. Soon the muscled out, handsome Villain shoots another load deep into Superman. Superman moans loudly as he starts to climax, his muscled body flexes hard, his pecs indent at his nipples are making huge circles he starts cumming. His eyes roll back as load after load of hot sperm shoot and shoot again for another ten minutes. When he is done, his handsome head keeps jerking back and going from side to side, off the wall words coming out of him. TriDeathStar swallows down Superman’s super sperm and then looks down at his captive, reading his mind, the thoughts coming from Superman’s mind are now a jumbled up mess. A-1 comes up to TriDeathStar and gives him a report about the strange storm. A frown goes across TriDeathStar’s face as he hears what his Drone A-1 has to say about weather. He grabs Superman’s arm and pulls him to his feet. He is about to take Superman to the cuffs and chains, when all around near the ceiling once again blue lights start to flash. TriDeathStar’s mouth falls open he tells A-1 to take hold of Superman. A-1 obeys and cuff-like grips come from the Drone and attach to both of Superman’s muscled arms. TriDeathStar tells A-1 to follow, and he walks over to his computer console. Superman’s arms and legs are completely limp and swaying as the Drone comes behind the handsome Villain. TriDeathStar slides his rock hard penis back inside Superman. Superman moans as he feels TriDeathStar’s hard cock enter him. TriDeathStar calls to the rest of his Drones and they all come. He orders them to go into the chamber he tells A-1 to stay with him. He pushes a button and they all disappear. TriDeathStar looks at his computer and sees that the approaching storm is headed his way fast. He pushes another button and Superman and he and A-1 enter the device. Then they are gone. Meanwhile back at the JLA Headquarters Batman and WonderWoman are in a conference room talking… Batman says, “As you know I just got here Diana, any news yet?” Batman asks, “Do you have to transmission readout Diana?” WonderWoman says, “Yes. Here it is Batman.” WonderWoman hands Batman a readout slip. Batman takes it and carefully looks it over. Batman says, “Good, very good.” A door opens; TriDeathStar with a drugged Superman stuck on his rock hard cock walks in to the hideout in the Mojave Desert. He goes to his computer console and pushes a button and the entire room fills with bright sunlight. He walks himself and Superman to an area with chains hanging down, and he calls out to A-1, telling his Drone to go and get Superman’s red briefs from one of the other hideouts, he forgot them there. A-1 obeys and goes to the transportation chamber and is promptly gone. He puts the cuffs on Superman and then pulls his rock hard cock out of him. Superman s legs are limp and dangling down, his arms are held up above him.Superman’s eyes are bulging out and low toned moans are coming from him. TriDeathStar walks over to his computer console and pushes a button and a wide beam of sunlight shines down on Superman. TriDeathStar walks back to Superman and says, “I just have to have one more taste of your super sperm my weak and zapped out Superman.” TriDeathStar wraps his lips around Superman’s rock hard penis and starts sucking it, going down his shaft and wrapping his lips around the crown of Superman’s penis. Superman starts moaning louder and louder as his climax begins. He starts shooting load after load of his super sperm. TriDeathStar greedily swallows it down. Superman is too weak for his muscled pecs to indent, but his body shakes hard with each jut of his seed passing through his piss slit. After a good ten minutes, Superman stops cumming, his eyes still bulging out and his head jerking wildly. Off the wall words are emanating from his quivering lips, I I-I-ummmmmm-I-cum-ahhhhhhhhhhh-nooooooo-I-I-I-arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr- Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” TriDeathStar with an evil grin on his face, leaves Superman hanging, the drugs his Drones put in to him will easily last a couple more hours. A-1 re-appears and comes up to TriDeathStar with Superman’s red briefs. TriDeathStar takes them from A-1 and throws them over to his bed. TriDeathStar tells A-1 he is going to his red radiation chamber and to alert him if anything goes wrong, and to keep a watch on Superman. He knows Superman can’t recover too quickly, but just in case. A-1 obeys and stations himself just out of Superman’s reaches. TriDeathStar goes to his red radiation chamber and starts soaking up its rays. After an hour TriDeathStar comes back and goes to his bed and picks up superman’s red briefs, then walks over to Superman and A-1. He goes down and puts Superman’s legs in to his briefs then pulls them up to just under Superman’s balls, but below his muscled and pinched ass. Superman is stronger but his mind is still stunned. Superman’s muscled pecs indent hard at his nipples his eyes pop open wide and bulge out; his entire muscled out body shakes hard and wildly. Soon he’s out cold his mind a blank. End of part 6 David Circe
Ninety-degree days can make anyone sweat The pride he exuded for his fine frame was extreme. Superman loved the feel of his salty sweat as it dripped down his deeply tanned and handsome face, past his enormous biceps, bulbous pecs, and especially his eight pack, thick yet thin, rock hard strip steaks he calls abdominals. Superman loved abs, more than anything. Ab pain is his thing. he got off on applying pressure to his upper abs, directly above the navel. Then he moved on to gut punching. And man can he TAKE it. No dude has yet to break his belly beef. But Superman always wanted more. Of course, he thoroughly basked in being made to cum But he got more enjoyment from the thought of more slab. dangerous abdominal abuse. His lust was growing. Superman, was shirtless, and was wearing only his skin-tight briefs. Before he had started prowling, he had stashed his super costume and put on his kryptonite studded cock ring. He snorted and swallowed some of his red and green kryptonite powder , so he was good to go. He was pumped and dripping with sweat, following the object of his lust. The stud suddenly stopped and turned around, almost causing the two fine torsos to slam into each other. “Saw you starin’ at me all day dude. Take it “uh, yeah.. uh.. What do you mean, interested?” He snuck a glance down towards the stud’s abdominal meat. The stud noticed and in return took a lusty LONG stare at Superman ‘s slowly expanding and contracting thickly muscled and shirtless gut and his impressive basket. Still staring at Superman ‘s stomach beef, the stud responded. “Fine set of ab beef steaks there dude. Bet you know how to take a real slam in the gut.” Oh shit’ thought Superman as his gut steak tightened revealing his eight pack to its fullest. `This is unreal. He’s into exactly the same thing as me’. He was getting ready to pinch himself when the stud again spoke up. “Well?” They locked eyes. “Wanna see whose beef can take it like a REAL man? Think your gut is tougher than mine?” “Shit yeah. I’d love to see you try and fuck up my ab steaks.” He reached out his right hand and offered it to the blond stud. “Name’s Supes and I think your abs are gonna be mine.” “I’m the stud. This is gonna be point. “I know a place. Let’s go.” “So what are you into?” requested Superman . “Lot’s of different things. One of my fave’s is giving or taking a small sledgehammer.” the stud felt up his own ab meat as he talked. “Never tried it dude. Let’s see if we can work that one in.” The image of taking the sledgehammer suddenly became vivid in Superman ‘s mind. It was truly something he needed to experience. “How far ya willing Ta go?” “As far as you want to dude. When I give my ab beef to a dude I mean I GIVE my ab beef … It’s his to do with as he pleases for as long as he wants… And he can DO whatever he wants… ANYthing.” the stud made another of his sudden stops. Superman turned to face him as the stud asked, ” How far are YOU willing to go …. Slab?” There was a brief silence as the two sides of beef again sized each other up. As he responded, Superman slightly sucked in his abs. “All the way dude. ALL the way.” They entered the building “They’re ready for ya,” They entered a large fluorescent-lit room filled with weights and sweatshirt clad bodybuilders. The stench was thick. Superman , totally excited and confused, loved it. The room was also very hot, but these dudes, all into intense workouts, showed no sign of perspiration. As Superman and the stud got to the center of the room one of the bodybuilders approached the entrance and planted himself there, hands behind his back. Superman was too busy coating his abs and pecs with the kryptonite. oil in his sock. “Got a new side of beef for the Herd here men,” stated the stud. Slowly, the slabs stopped their workouts, got up, strutted over to Superman, and proceeded to seriously ogle his beef. One of the steaks asked of the stud’,” You gonna take him on first dude? If not, I’d love to be the one to fuck up his virgin gut meat.” Superman stared ferociously into the bald nineteen year old’s eyes. His shaved head really hot to look at. No Scott. Think I’ll take on his virgin gut first,” responded the stud. Virgin gut’, thought Superman . The phrase was used twice in just a minute. He should have just truly did not care what happened to him. He wanted to show these slabs he could give or take `whatever’ just as well as they could. the stud turned to Superman . “This is serious time dude. We are into some serious shit.” He stared with a burning intensity into Superman ‘s beautiful eyes. “We are into ultimate gut pain. No limits. All weapons. Before I tell or show you more you got to tell me if you wanna be part. If you say yes, you can’t back out later.” There was silence for a moment. Then suddenly and furiously Superman rifled his fist into his upper gut. “I’ll fuckin take anything dude. I’ll give anything. Let’s stop this chit chat and get into some REAL gut pain.” “Shit dude. You’re gonna love this, ” said the stud with a mischievous grin. “You wanna be one of us? You wanna join the Herd?” “Fuckin A dude. Do your worst.” Superman ‘s beef was pumped and ready. “Initiation time Herd!” shouted the stud. With Superman standing rigid and bulging in the middle of the room, the rest of the beef began to strip off their sweatshirts and jeans amongst a chorus of ‘all right!’`fuckin A’ `fresh beef’ and the like. Superman said a loud `Oh Shit!’ to himself as the beef was revealed. Each was a perfect specimen. But almost all of them had long deep scars on their pecs, abs and biceps. And every fucking one of them had a deep hole an inch or so wide, one to two inches deep, and several inches long directly above the navel in the cartilage area in between their two finely sculpted rows of upper stomach meat. A long cabinet against the far wall was opened to reveal a vast assortment of weapons and torture devices. Everyone in the room was now wearing nothing but jocks. the stud, standing directly in front of Superman , bulging with thick warrior muscle, gave a nod to Scott, who moved behind Superman . Scott grabbed the Man of Steel’s arms, and held them behind his back. Just as the stud prepared to give the first blow, Superman ‘s eye’s lustfully fixed on a serrated dagger in the recently revealed cabinet. `All right. FUCK me!’ he stated to himself as he felt the first of thousands of gut pounding blows in his rock stomach… It was ecstasy. Pure gut painful joy. Superman was going to come very close to his ultimate gut torture fantasy. the relentless gut pummeling, sticking his blows entirely to the upper abdominals between the navel and sternum. Man fist thrusting into man GUT beef. THUD…. THUD………… THUD THUD THUD! As the ecstasy was beginning to stiffen his cock, Superman noticed the other slabs of beef had lined up behind the stud. About five minutes after the gut pounding had begun a timer went off. the stud stopped the pummeling, stood aside and went to the back of the line. The next stud, about 6′ 5″ and 240 pounds of thick rock beef with long dark jet black hair stepped up to Superman . As the new gut puncher prepared to give the first blow, the “punchee” noticed something in the dude’s fist. It was a set of brass knuckles…. He just barely got off another `oh shit!’ in his mind as the first solid blow struck. Superman had slightly relaxed his abs and showed the barest flinch of pain, but quickly “rocked up” his belly steak in time for the second strike. Solid steel in solid GUT meat. YEAH!! When the timer went off again his belly was already quite red. The next stud was so beautiful Superman almost lost it. The dude was only about 5’6″ but he was a gorgeous red-head. Superman has a BIG thing for beautiful muscled red-heads. And this slab was VERY, almost DISGUSTINGLY cute. His hair was cut short. The abs were thin but rock hard. And the pecs.. MAN!~ The pecs were ENORMOUS for a guy this size. They jutted from the young man’s chest like two bowling balls. In his hand was a policeman’s nightstick. I ain’t gonna make it through all these dudes’ thought Superman . `But I gotta give them a good show. Just gotta keep from losin’ it.’ SLAP… SLAP….. SLAP SLAP !! Damn but that thing was loud as it struck the gut meat! And VERY painful. It stung Superman ‘s already well-bruised stomach steak with a certain unrelenting ferocity he had never imagined. SLAP SLAP SLAP !! He REALLY liked this. Painful joy! SLAP SLAP!! His belly was still a rock, taking each blow with only the slightest movement, as The redheaded stud suddenly changed positions with the nightstick and rammed the hard wood head first into Superman ‘s stomach, almost knocking the air out of him. Ram… Ram… Ram… The Man of Steel’s dick was now completely stiff . Ring! The redheaded cutie got in one good strong blow with his fist before ending his turn. The two enormous piston-like biceps. Superman held up his ab beef well for the next few dudes. But as the seventh gut slab stepped up to him, his jaw almost dropped. The 5’10″ 200 pound brown-haired stud had a small sledgehammer in his left hand and a decidedly evil grin on his lightly tanned face. The dude stood to Superman’s left, looked up at Scott and said, “Hold the gut meat hammer was swung behind the stud’s back, then brought up close to Superman’s very battered stomach meat. The hammer was lifted back again, was swung hard, but stopped short of striking the Man of Steel’s belly. It was then placed with the heavy broad head of the tool on Superman’s stomach. It was cold. VERY cold. And a REAL turn-on. Superman was going to have a hard time keeping himself from cumming too soon. The dude tapped the hammer lightly on the bruised belly. Then struck a little harder, and harder, till he brought it way back over his left shoulder and RIFLED the sledgehammer into Superman’s tenderized gut. The Man of Steel doubled over slightly, but Scott kept him up. RAM… RAM… RAM… RAM… RAM… Superman could barely stand on his own. His abdominal muscles were VERY rapidly losing their ability to tense and flex. It was quite excruciating for him to keep them that way. He thought to himself `I’m fucked’ and softened his gut meat. RAM ! It GROUND into him cold and without mercy. Bile was creeping up his throat. Ring! Mr. Sledgehammer had to stop… Next up was a very cute dude who couldn’t have been more than seventeen or eighteen but had a thick neck and a completely shaved head. It looked REAL good on him. His weapon… more brass knuckles. Superman took it well but almost up-chucked as the dude finished. The next guy also used brass knuckles. Superman puked on him. The bell rang again. It had been a full forty-five minutes since the initiation had begun. Superman looked up to see the stud step up to him with a big nasty grin on his cute face. “You’ve almost made it dude. Just one more thing. You gotta feel the `ultimate’ in gut pain.” Scott dragged Superman ‘s beaten belly steak over to a table. The others gathered around. the stud took a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and poured some on Superman ‘s gut. Then he did the same with some alcohol, also dousing his hands with it. the stud then took the lid off of a plastic tray filled with alcohol and several “items”. A knife with a three inch handle and a blade two inches long, one half inch wide, was pulled from it. “Fucking cool,” Superman thought he had said to himself, but had actually spoken out loud. the stud made Superman stand directly in front of him The tip was maneuvered to a point about three inches above the Man of Steel’s navel and in between the two rows of abdominal meat. The cartilage area was quite large on Superman and the stud was lustfully thinking about all the pain the dude was going to experience there. When he thought he had found the right spot, “the” spot, the stud pressed it in lightly. “How’s it feel dude?” “Cold. Sharp… REAL nice man. Thanks dude… DO it.” “All right then …. Time for your FIRST gut fuck… No more bein’ a virgin stud.” The red head shouted out, “Yeah. DO it man. Show him what GUT meat is meant for!” The barest dot of blood appeared on the Man of Steel’s gut meat. “Shit!,” stated the red head. “That’s one tough gut slab you got on you dude!” Everyone was astonished NOT to see the blade in the newcomer’s belly. All except for Superman who know what they were trying to do couldn’t be done to him. But it didn’t matter to Superman. His cock had been so hard for some time it was screaming for release. The Man of Steel know that he had to create an immediate diversion. What better way than and out of the briefs dripping with precum.. When the bodybuilders saw the size and beauty of his cock they all went at it together pulling the briefs off. Superman was heaving, twitching, and flexing, coated in sweat and precum. The Man of Steel finally came. You could hear the cum spurt out of his cock as he finally came. He shot no less than 25 volleys and was actually sobbing and screaming. Every muscle in his super body flexing and straining with each super spurt. The bodybuilders were there to catch the unnaturally big load. Their magnificent hairless pec-proud chests received the shots of Superman’s sperm that they failed to swallow. The stud was on his knees sucking on Superman’s heaving balls. While the bodybuilders were still preoccupied, Superman Grabbed his briefs from the floor and his bag from the doorway disappearing in a split second. Later he wondered what those bodybuilders thought of their super initiation. REX With thanks and apologies April, 1998
TriDeathStar looks down at the unconscious Superman and smiles big. He throws Superman over his muscled shoulder and goes and gathers up Superman’s costume then he starts flying South fast then he starts to descend. He lands and touches the white circular shape on his belt. From out of the sand a square silver box like shape appears and a door slides in a circular motion and opens. TriDeathStar walks inside with Superman’s arms swinging slightly up and down. Once inside the door shuts and the silver box descends back down and sand flows back over where it appeared from. The box stops and the door opens TriDeathStar walks with a naked out cold Superman still bent over his muscled shoulder into a huge room with many computer type machines up against a far wall. Some type of another silver type box close to the machines. Somehow there is sunbeams coming down from up above. He takes Superman to the middle of the room where there is some sort of metallic chains and cuff like things at the end of the chains. He stands the unconscious Superman to his feet and puts the cuffs like objects on each of Superman’s wrists. Then let’s go of Superman, Superman is hanging with his muscled out arms up above his head his legs limp and hanging down. TriDeathStar goes to the computer like machines and pushes a button. From all around the yellow sunlight comes down from above. Superman’s eyes start to open and he is moaning and groggy like. Superman says, Where-where…I’m-I’m…I-I? What…did you do to me? Superman says, “But the earth s sun is yellow how do you come up with the red radiation?” TriDeathStar says, “I have vast stores of it,” and points a finger towards a place back from the machines. TriDeathStar says, “I go into a chamber for what on earth is about a good hour or longer and soak it up this planets yellow sun holds it inside of me like a shield. I can go without the yellow sun but if I have to use my powers my strength depletes rapidly sort of like how kryptonite works on you. I have four such stations in deserts all around this world here I’m never without earth s yellow suns radiation not for long anyways. Superman says, “How did you know what I was thinking?” TriDeathStar says, “One of the extra benefits of this planet s yellow sun that s why I was smiling when I was looking down at you the thoughts going through your mind about my looks and body I had to smile and thanks Superman.” Superman blushes and says, “Well what are you going to do to me?” TriDeathStar says, “I believe I told you that already, I’m going to dominate you Superman have my way with you in other words sexually.” Superman asks, “Why? What do you get out of dominating another being? That’s sick minded!” TriDeathStar says, “Oh, you won’t be able to break lose from those chains Superman, they are made from a certain type metallic alloy from my planet. I can’t even break them. Believe me I have tried.” TriDeathStar smiles and keeps walking towards Superman. When TriDeathStar gets close enough Superman raises his legs up and kicks TriDeathStar hard. The handsome villain flies back fast and lands on his back. He gets up smiling and says, “Wow that was great! You know Superman I like the rough stuff but enough is enough!” TriDeathStar puts both his fists out in front of him and like before, a blast of red light comes from his fists and goes into Superman. Superman yells loudly, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” TriDeathStar just smiles and tells Superman, “Oh, sorry Superman but I need this release I haven’t been with a muscled out sexy male like you in a long time.” TriDeathStar rips open the silver packet and squeezes a clear type thick liquid comes oozing out of it. He puts a lot of it on his now looks like a good ten inch fat rock hard cock squeezes out some onto his hand and runs it down Superman’s ass crack then inserts a long finger into Superman’s ass hole and goes deep. Superman moans loud and says, “No please don’t do this. No, please stop!” TriDeathStar just smiles big and runs his fat cock down Superman’s ass crack then inserts his cock into Superman’s asshole and shoves hard letting it slide all the way in. Superman’s head jerks back hard yelling, “Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Superman’s pecs start indenting wildly. TriDeathStar starts pumping Superman slow at first, then faste,r pulling his fat cock out and slamming it back into Superman’s asshole. Superman’s pecs rippling indenting at his nipples. Superman moans loud, “Oh-oh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Superman’s penis starts to grow to full erection his fat ten inch cock goes rock hard. TriDeathStar hearing Superman’s moaning excites him and before long he starts to cum. TriDeathStar starts to talk and moan with loud pleasure, “OH yeah! Oh-ohhhh. Ahhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Huge loads of cum shoot deep into Superman. When TriDeathStar stops cuming he hold Superman close to himself whispers into his ear, “Oh yes! That was so good Superman, that tight ass hole of yours feels so good!” Superman feeling the effects of the red radiation sperm inside of him starts getting weaker, but his penis is still rock hard and throbbing. His pecs still indenting but not as fast. TriDeathStar starts pumping Superman again in rhythm and starts talking to Superman, “How did that make you feel Superman? and reaches around and grabs Superman’s rock hard cock he puts a good amount of the lube on Superman’s cock and wraps his fist around it, and then starts going up and down it slowly. Superman says, “I’m feeling weak, your sperm is draining me.” Superman moans and says, “Oh-oh-getting-getting so-so-weakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!” Superman’s pecs stop indenting. TriDeathStar starts pumping Superman again wrapping his fist around Superman’s still rock hard cock and going up and down it slowly a finger goes to the tip of Superman’s piss slit and he feels pre-cum oozing out of it. This excites him and he shoots yet another load of his red radiation sperm into Superman. TriDeathStar says, “OH yessssssssssssssssss! This is so great!” Superman moans and says, “So-so-weak-weak-need-need-more-more-pow-pow-powerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” TriDeathStar removes his rock hard cock from Superman’s asshole and turns him around and wraps his lips on Superman’s rock hard cock and starts sucking it his lips paying special attention to the head of Superman’s cock. Soon Superman lets out a loud climax roar! And shoots load after load of his super sperm for a good two minutes. TriDeathStar swallows it down and grabs Superman’s cock and squeezing it from the base to the top getting the last drop. Then the handsome villain turns Superman around again and inserts his throbbing still rock hard cock back into Superman and keeps pumping the defeated superhero. In a two hour time frame, TriDeathStar shoots 10 times into Superman and makes him cum two more times, swallowing down his super sperm. When he is through, he turns Superman and around and looks him over. Superman looks very weak and drugged out, his eyes glazed over and unblinking. TriDeathStar says, “Oh yes! You re good and weak Superman. How do you feel?” Superman mumbles, “I-I-I’mmmmmmmm-ahhhhhhhhhhhh-so-so-ahhh-ahhhh-we-we-weakkkkkkkk!” TriDeathStar smiles and says, “Oh yes you are very weak Superman, my sperm drained you nearly senseless.” TriDeathStar then looks Superman in his eyes and like before, blue bright circles of light come from his eyes and flash into Superman’s eyes. Superman weakly says, Nooooooooooo-noooooooooo-not-not-againnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!” Superman is unable to close his eyes after a good two minutes. Superman’s head falls down to his pumped pecs his eyes shut he’s out cold again. TriDeathStar smiles and removes the cuffs from Superman’s wrists. He then takes Superman over to his bed and lays him down then goes over to where he laid Superman’s costume and picks all of it up, then goes back to the conquered super hero and dresses him in his full outfit, leaving his red briefs down below his balls. Then he goes to his computer machine and looks at something, smiles big, and then picks Superman up and throws him over his muscled shoulder and takes him to the other silver looking box near his computer machines. He steps inside and the door shuts. End of part 2 David Circe. TriDeathStar is my creation.
Superman was brought back to tortured body. The Man of Steel’s chin was resting on his massive pecs staring down at his once perfect body. The once pink nipples on his proud pecs to bee oozing a fluid. Superman’s perfect cock was now bruised and distended, thought still rock hard with a continuous trickle of precum dripping from the now purple head. His balls screamed in pain and were swollen to the size of grapefruits. Superman’s ankles were strapped in the kryptonite cuffs and chained with kryptonite chains spead-eagled. His wrists too were strapped in the kryptonite cuffs directly to a kryptonite pipe just behind his head. The Man of Steel didn’t even think he would be able to stand up under his own power if he hadn’t been held upright being strapped to the pipe. But the Man of Steel tried out his strength anyway, flexing his giant biceps against the six inch pipe. Superman’s mighty biceps flexed and grew but found complete resistance in the pipe. No super strength, no invulnerability. The Man of Steel was racked with pain forcing the most powerful man in the world to release his muscles and slump forward. When he realized he had been abandoned and was alone the Man of Steel began to sob. The Man of Steel knew that the unthinkable had happened: he had been stripped of everything and left to die a slow and painful death no longer the Man of Steel, no muscle stud who had bested the Man of Steel in the hardest battle of his life. “STOP THAT WHIMPERING, SUPERMAN!” came a voice from behind him, kneeing the Man of Steel in the back which sent Superman reeling and screaming in pain. At least he hadn’t been left alone to die thought the Man of Steel. He knew that he was in deep shit with no way out but to accept his punishment and any further degradation in store for him. “WHO ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOU?” shouted the Man of Steel. “WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME?” Supermen screamed into the air in front of him. The muscle stud was suddenly in his face, eye to eye, nipple to nipple and even cock to cock. But how different the muscle stud looked from the Man of Steel. The muscle stud’s body didn’t have a mark or bruise on it; his body gleamed under the lights of the warehouse; to the Man of look like. The muscle stud grabbed the Man of Steel’s cock as though he were milking a cow or milking a Superman. When his body was covered with they grew harder. He wanted to become the Man of Steel any way he could and there was something in Superman’s fluid that might do that. Superman tried screaming at the muscle stud but the pain in his loins produced only a whimper from his lips. Superman had no idea how many times he had cum. Man of Steel reached orgasm again with every muscle in his body throbbing and flexing there was no giant eruption, no colossal spurting, no massive explosion of super cum. The Man of Steel’s once mighty orgasm was now only a pitiful dribble. “THAT WILL NOT DO SUPERMAN!” shouted the muscles tud. He slapped Superman hard across his face. If that’s the best that the Man of Steel can do then you will no longer be the Man of Steel. The muscleman started punching the Man of Steel hard in his abs while kneeing him in the balls. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” shrieked the Man of Steel spraying the muscle stud with saliva. Superman did not know how much more pain he could tolerate. With each battering the muscle stud was punching and kneeing harder and harder. And then it stopped. Superman stared at the Muscle stud in horror; in the muscle stud’s right hand was a three inch wide leather strap with sharp-nail like studs. The muscle stud rubbed it nail side down roughly over each tit and the Man of Steel shrieked each time the strap crossed a nipple. The Man of Steel noticed that the muscle stud had drawn blood. It was just a drop at the tip of each nipple, “BLOOD,” shrieked the man of Steel. His cock throbbed, his muscles tensed. SLAP, SLAP “SILENCE! SUPERFREAK” In a flash the muscle stud’s lips were at the Man of Steel’s nipples, biting where he too had seen Superman’s blood. Superman’s pain increased with every bite of the muscle stud’s teeth, but no more blood was visible. The muscle stud picked up the leather strap again this time coating it with some of Superman’s precum. Again and again the muscle stud raked the nails across Superman’s nipples, this time ripping open the tips. Blood started to flow down Superman’s chest and the Man of Steel stared in panic. Quickly the flow stopped and the nipples closed themselves up. The muscle stud returned to raking the nails across Superman’s chest and now including his abs. Pricks of blood were appearing all over the Man of Steel’s chest and abs, only to close almost at once. The muscle stud turned and threw a bucket of icy water on the Man of Steel over his screams of pain, shouting “I WILL BE BACK TO FINISH YOU OFF” Superman’s panic retreated as he watched his body heal itself. The man of Steel was still racked with unimaginable pain. His cock and balls were now screaming for release but there was no longer any enjoyment in this kind of torture. The muscle stud returned and began to carefully clean dry the Man of Steel’s body, his pecs, his abs, cock and balls and his mighty legs. Slowly he reached for a bottle at his feet taunting Superman with the bottle. “GREEN KRYPTONITE OIL, SUPES, JUST FOR YOU.” Horror once again filled the Man of Steel’s eyes for he know how much damage it could do. Superman’s skin felt icy cold while his blood ran hot. His skin prickled, his nipples went erect, his muscles taut and his super cock started to stir. He tried to tear his arms away from the pipe behind his head only being able to flail in place. Shrieking and spitting into the face of the muscle stud he would not give up. The muscle stud began at Superman’s neck and covered every inch of the Man of Steel’s still proud body with the kryptonite oil: Superman’s powerful pecs, his rock hard abs, his sweaty pits, and massive shoulders, his flaring back, his gigantic biceps, forearms and fingers; his massive legs, calves, ankles and toes. Finally, the muscle stud caressed the Man of Steel’s ass, reaching into his crack with four fingers. And then the muscle stud with the last bit of kryptonite oil coated Superman’s massive cock and balls, now obscenely swollen. In spite of himself the Man of Steel felt a surge in his loins; the Man of Steel tightened and flexed every muscle in his body and was able to stop the surge. had also increased the flow of his blood; the kryptonite oil was being absorbed directly into his blood stream and carried all through his body. With a giant heave, the man of Steel went limp causing the muscle stud to start hammering away at him again. The Man of Steel was quickly reaching his limit of tolerance. Now the muscle stud picked up the two giant claws and slipped his hands into them. The Man of Steel could see the razor sharp points of the claws shining green. The muscle stud had coated the claws in kryptonite and was about to use them on the Man of Steel’s kryptonite covered body. Superman shrieked once more as the muscle stud drew the claws down his chest. The skin was being torn across the Man of Steel’s pecs. Across the Man of Steel’s abs, the muscle stud drew the claws following in Superman’s own ridges. Each ridge on Superman’s abs was being sliced open. Down the Man of Steel’s legs the muscle stud drew the claws leaving trails of open bleeding cuts. The muscle stud grabbed each of the Man of Steel’s biceps with both clawed hands running them down to Superman’s wrists again opening long cuts dripping blood. Superman stared at his body with horror and found he was able to make no sound. The Man of Steel was bleeding from every part of his body and none of the cuts was closing. His life force was flowing out of his body. HE WAS DYING. IT WAS ALMOST OVER. THE END WAS NEAR. With a bellow of “I AM DESTROYING YOU SUPERMAN” the Muscle stud came at the Man of Steel with a butcher knife. Placing the handle of the knife in his own belly button, the Muscle stud grabbed Superman in a giant bear hug, driving the tip of the knife right through the Man of Steel. With thanks and apologies. REX April, 1998
(The following is an original work of adult fan fiction involving the erotic spanking of Superman. Superman is the intellectual property of D.C. Comics. This story is strictly completely coincidental. No super heroes were harmed in the creation of this work. ) Chapter 1 Despite his thoughts of exhilaration, he kept his eyes trained on the countryside below as he flew. He was looking for a particular house. He had been tipped off that some college kids were operating a meth lab in the house and he intended to put a stop to it. Superman flew farther and farther from Metropolis, out into the country. Then he saw the house he had been looking for. The anonymous tip had described it perfectly. It leading through the trees to give access to it. front porch were warped and pulling up. Almost all of the windows were boarded up. A likely place, he thought, for a group of boys with limited resources to set up such an But Superman was no law enforcement agency. He was the Man of Steel, and (with the help of the tip) he had had no problem in finding the house, as secluded as it was. Without hesitating, Superman flew down toward the house. He decided he would take front door. He was only a couple of feet from the door when he put out his hands to push it down. But an instant before he struck, the door opened and the man of steel went sailing through. It happened so quickly he didn’t have time to react, or stop himself. He flew into the entryway of the old house and crash landed on the floor, splintering some boards as he hit. The impact stunned him, and so it didn’t register immediately that the awkward landing Superman was hoping that no one had seen his embarrassing landing, but this was quickly dashed when a hand grabbed hold of his hair and pulled him up. He was too groggy to resist, nor did he struggle when two sets of powerful hands took hold of him, each clasping one of his arms at the wrist. Still not thinking to put up a fight, Superman was guided up in front of the desk. The Latino boy grabbed his hair again, pulling his head backward so that the man of steel had to turn his eyes downward to see the boy at the desk. With his other hand, he reached underneath Superman’s cape, grasping his belt, and pushed the Kryptonian’s hips forward. The boys on either side pulled back so his arms were stretched nearly straight out. In his befuddled state, Superman assumed that once his mind cleared altogether he would simply break free. It didn’t occur to him that he was, in fact, weakened and quite helpless. now to get a look at this young man. He wore a light tan t-shirt and ragged cutoffs. “I’m glad you could join us.” “I was told you boys were involved in some sort of drug operation here,” said the man of steel, boldly. “I’m here to break it up.” His boldness, however, seemed out of place for someone being held in such an awkward position. Any minute now, he told himself, he’d have to break free and get on with the business which he came for. “Oh, come now, Superman,” responded the boy at the desk. “We’re not that stupid.” Then he added humorously after a pause, “Well, Kyle here is,” indicating the blond muscle-boy on Superman’s left. Kyle grinned sheepishly, but held his grasp on Superman’s arm. “That’s what I do,” said Superman confidently. “I help people.” “As you probably know, most fraternity initiations involve some sort of spanking. We weren’t crazy about the idea, so we asked if there was any way for us to get out of being paddled and still get in the fraternity. Well, they told us there was: if we all spanked Superman and got it on tape then we didn’t have to get spankings ourselves. Well, naturally we jumped at the chance and devised this scheme to get you here and give you a spanking. You don’t mind, do you?”
(The following is an original work of adult fan fiction involving the erotic spanking of Superman. Superman is the intellectual property of D.C. Comics. This story is strictly completely coincidental. No super heroes were harmed in the creation of this work. ) Chapter 4 Mark was next. The muscled gymnast pulled up a chair and the other boys lowered Superman across his lap. Eric slipped the red briefs all the way off. Then, with Brian’s help, he pulled Superman’s tight pants and red boots off, all at once. Superman now lay across Mark’s lap, naked from his chest down. Mark wasted no time in beginning to spank Superman. He was nearly as strong as Kyle and his blows hurt every bit as much. Eric took hold of Superman’s ankles to keep him from kicking and Brian held his wrists. The man of steel was far too weak to pull away from their grasps. Mark’s strong, firm hand spanked Superman’s naked bottom relentlessly. The blows rang out loud and filled the old house. Superman’s rock hard penis drove into Mark’s leg. He tried to move his bottom about, but couldn’t. All he could do was lay there and take the horrible spanking. Abruptly, after about five minutes of spanking Superman, Mark stopped. Suddenly the room was quiet. Except for one thing. Superman was sobbing. Tears were running down his face. He was crying. It had taken roughly forty minutes of constant, ferocious spanking, but the mighty, invincible Superman had been reduced to tears. This only prompted Mark to renew the fierceness of the spanking. He hit Superman’s bottom with all his considerable strength. Before long, Superman was crying out loud. Kyle and Angelo helped Superman up off of Mark’s lap. His handsome face was red from the tears and contorted with pain. He kept crying. Eric slipped the tight shirt up and all the way off. Now Superman stood completely naked before the assembly of boys. His muscled body was totally vulnerable. His erection stood at full mast. More pre-ejaculate was forming on the tip of his penis. His bottom was glowing red. And he was crying uncontrollably. Brian, the lean and tanned history major who served as one of the groups “gofers”, was next to spank the sobbing hero. He elected to have Superman kneel with his head all the way down on the floor, his hands again behind his head, and his bottom extended up into the air. Brian knelt beside him and placed a firm hand on the hero’s back. With his other hand he began spanking him. Even though Brian was not as strong as the three boys who preceded him, Superman’s bottom was now so tender that the blows hurt him as much as ever. Superman wailed and bawled. Brian kept on spanking him. Eric pushed the helpless, blubbering hero flat onto the floor. Superman’s face was pointed straight down. Kyle positioned his arms forward with his palms flat on the floor. Mark held his legs extended backward with his feet flat and his toes pointed back. Thus, Superman was fully extended; face down, naked, on the floor. His penis, still as hard as stone, pushed against the cold, hard, wood floor, causing it to even move a muscle, so he just lay there, obedient and motionless as Eric began his turn at spanking him. Eric, although not as powerful as Kyle, Mark, or Angelo, was considerably stronger than Brian and Superman felt the increase ferocity of the spanking immediately. His bawling turned to screaming. The stinging in his bottom was more than he could bear. But still he was afraid to move, to wriggle around, or even to wiggle his toes in response to the round bottom which was redder and hotter than ever. The pain made Superman’s mind increasingly groggy. Now he could barely remember that he had intended to bust a drug lab, that he had immediately been overcome and rendered helpless, and that he had been told the reason for his being spanked was so that these nine boys could avoid a few swats on their backsides. Now the spanking had been going on for well over an hour and was nowhere near being finished. Superman’s brain was too muddled to be able to count, but there were still four boys left to spank him. One thing he was acutely aware of however was the unbearable pain in his bottom. he stopped, Superman was in absolute agony. His bottom was on fire and his face was a mess of tears and snot. When Kyle and Mark at last pulled him to his feet, he was practically choking on his tears. He was bawling at the top of his voice. His body middle of the room. They bent him over it and each one took hold of a wrist, stretching his arms all the way out to the side. With Superman thus bent helplessly over the table, Alan handed the camera to Jon and stepped up to take his turn at the man of steel’s aching bottom. He spanked the naked, bawling hero with all his might. Alan was only of average strength, but Superman’s bottom was such a mass of tender, throbbing flesh that it hurt as much as if the strongest man in the world was spanking him. Ironically, though, it was Superman who was the strongest man in the world. But he was unable to do anything to protect himself from the spanking that ravaged his vulnerable backside. All he was allowed to do was cry. And he cried with a vengeance. He screamed and bawled like a little girl. He was as helpless as a naughty little boy who had been stripped naked and was being spanked so hard he could no longer remember why. But Alan was more into the photography than he was the spanking and so after about ten minutes with the man of steel, he stepped back and retrieved his camera from Jon, who moved forward to take his turn. Kyle and Mark helped Superman up all the way onto the table. The hero was made to lay face down, spread eagle, with his arms stretched outward. Kyle and mark took hold of the wrists to hold them in place and Eric and Brian held his ankles. Then Jon began spanking the pathetic, crying super hero. When the man of steel again tried to wriggle around, Kevin got up on the table and sat on the small of his back to hold him in place. Superman was too weak and helpless to do anything but lay there and take the relentless spanking that the powerful Asian-American boy was giving him and cry uncontrollably. Jon had put much effort into planning Superman’s punishment and he wanted to give his share of the spanking. And so he spanked the helpless, bawling super hero for nearly a half an hour. When he finished, Superman’s mind was virtually numb, but his bottom was still sensitive to the merciless spanking he had been receiving at the hands of these boys. Next it was Kevin’s turn to spank the once mighty hero. The physics genius who had played such an important part in Superman’s downfall decided he wanted the man of steel bound when he spanked him. Not that Superman needed to be bound. He had been completely helpless from the moment he entered the house. Still, Kevin wanted him tied up. The boys turned Superman over on his back. They pulled his powerful legs up and over his head. Kyle took a piece of rope and tied the hero’s hands together behind his back, securing the rope at one end of the table. Mark, using another length of rope, tied Superman’s feet together and fastened that rope to the other end of the table. Another piece of rope was used to bind the man of steel’s legs together, just above his knees. This was then wrapped around his body underneath. When the binding was completed, the weak and helpless Superman’s shoulders were pinned against the table, his legs were bent back over his head so his red, vulnerable bottom extended into the air, and his arms were pulled tight in the other direction. It was impossible for him to move even a single muscle, although he was too afraid to try. All the time he kept up his incessant crying. And it was with Superman in this awkward and humiliating position that Kevin began to If he used sharp, quick slaps with just his fingers, it would make the delicate skin on the surface of Superman’s buttocks sting unbearably. If, however, he made slower, more powerful smacks with his palm, it would punish the massive and normally powerful muscles beneath the skin. He used both of these techniques extensively over Superman’s entire backside, covering the backs of his upper legs, his hips all the way around to the sides, his lower back, and of course the main part of the buttocks. The naked, hapless hero responded to each type of blow with a corresponding scream of pain. The quick, sharp slaps were greeted with high-pitched screeches. The more methodical punishment to the muscles of his bottom brought lower-pitched “ow’s” and groans. These vocal reactions, along with Superman’s frequent gasps and choking sounds, were the only things that broke the long, continuous, and pathetic crying. The tears streamed down the sides of his reddened face and puddled on the table entire ordeal. minutes), the back and sides of Superman’s entire mid-section were bright red. It ached and stung far beyond anything the pathetic hero had ever imagined possible. The pain was excruciating. His awkward, helpless, exposed position was utterly humiliating. And The spanking had been going on for just about three hours, without letting up except for the brief periods when the helpless man of steel was being moved to a new position. It was not a sexual experience for the boys, even for Eric who would have killed to get his hands on such a gorgeous creature with such a massive erection. This was a power trip thing. They reveled in being able to dominate and punish the strongest man on earth. It was an incredible feeling of masculine pride to have him naked and helpless at their hands. It gave each of them a sense of power and magnificence at having total control over this awe-inspiring creature and having him crying uncontrollably just from the contact of their bare hands on his bare bottom. The extra measure of strength and energy that they drew from Superman’s body didn’t hurt either. Eight of the nine boys had now spanked Superman. And now it was time for Steve, the business major who was the acknowledged leader of the group, to finally take his turn at spanking the pitiful, blubbering hero.
Superman reluctantly opened his eyes. Jimmy laid across the room, moaning softly, his nose and mouth oozing dark red blood. A numbered form lay still beneath him. Luthor was nowhere to be seen.The rest of the men were speaking in hushed tones as they snacked or hosed off their spunky, costumed bodies at a wash station in the far corner. He heard one of the men say that Jimmy had killed Eight with his head , but that made no sense. He was concerned for his friend as Jimmy s mouth was really bleeding.Superman s cape had been draped over his groin and he could still see the jutting outline of his semi-erect cock bulging underneath. As he struggled to process what was happening, the cold-blooded, unmerciful man wearing number One approached him and looked him in the eye. Where he had only seen sneering contempt and undisguised hatred before, Superman now noticed a curious softening of the man s face, particularly in his deep brown eyes. I ve brought you a drink of water, he said gruffly. You do drink, don t you? he asked as he raised the plastic cup to the Man of Steel s gagged opening. The mouthpiece and the hero s square jaw were crusted with the remnants of Luthor s semen and wetness still glistened in the hollow of his muscular throat.Superman refused with a grunt. He didn t need to drink, even if the contents did smell like plain tap water, but there was something in One s new demeanor, which his super-hero instinct told him, was trustworthy. Superman s eyes widened and he cursed his sense of obviously skewed reality as One raised a soaking cloth to his face. But, instead of feeling the overwhelming super-sensitivity as the drug once again coursed through his system, he instead felt the man tenderly cleaning off his soiled face and neck. He looked at One with shock at first, then blinked his appreciation. Superman felt his cock stir under his cape. One noticed and smiled, his groin swelling slightly in its wet spandex pouch. He leaned in close to the hero and gently kissed him on the forehead. my years as a slave to evil I ve never felt anything like I do now. Your essence is How dare you! Luthor roared as he entered the room. With one hand he was gently massaging his flaccid penis through the clingy micro-thin material and in the other he held a large caliber automatic pistol. One spun around to face his agitated host. Seize the traitor! he bellowed. The men quickly surrounded the table. What were you doing to him number One? he asked then noticed the wet towel hanging limply from his hand. Luthor s face turned purplish red with anger and he added, You were wiping my precious bodily fluid off his beautiful face weren t you? ANSWER ME! I, I stammered One as he backed up to Superman s table.At that, Luthor raised the pistol and fired five times in rapid succession, hitting the man repeatedly in the chest and driving him back onto the semi-reclining Superman. The steel jacketed hollow point bullets exploded out of One s back and stopped against the Kryptonian s still-impenetrable skin. Superman screamed in pain and strained at his bonds. The dead man collapsed heavily into his lap, his head falling across his upper body, his unseeing eyes wide open in stunned disbelief.The Man of Steel was covered with the dead man s blood and gore. His drug-sensitive skin was torturously magnifying the impact of the bullets where they had struck his chest and torso and he passed out from the monumental pain.Luthor trained the gun around the room at the remaining men. Any more of you wish to comfort the enemy? he asked, his face scowling, his nostrils flaring with rage.Jimmy regained consciousness, his ears ringing incessantly and sat up as Luthor came bellowing into the room. His head was pounding everywhere and he could feel a huge lump throbbing on the back. His nose, neck and chin were covered in his sticky blood and his mouth ached fiercely. He realized that he was lying on top of someone and he rolled away. The form of number Eight lay unmoving on the floor, his face apparently bashed in at the nose chest was not expanding and contracting. He must be d-d-dead, Jimmy thought as he heard someone yelling at somebody and then loud gunshots boomed and echoed through the room. Jimmy fainted as the man exploded in a shower of blood, falling backwards onto, Hey, is that Superman? Clean this up, now! Luthor growled. Not one stain or spot on anyone or anything you cretins, or I ll kill you all! I want no trace of that Judas anywhere! he screamed as he exited through the door.The remaining numbers flew into action. Some removed the dead numbers One and Eight in body bags while others fetched pails and mops. Three and Six dragged Olsen off to his holding pen while Four, Seven, Nine and Eleven attended to the Man of Steel.Superman painfully regained consciousness. He was vaguely aware that his costume had been completely removed and saw men scrubbing his blue, yellow and red Lycra outfit over in the corner. He took a deep breath of the drug-laced air and winced at the burning discomfort in his bullet-battered ribs. His head cleared slightly and he noticed that he was now straddling a steel-grated drain in the floor. His arms were still manacled to the overhead bar that suspended him and his feet touched the grated floor about shoulder width apart. The table had been moved away. He moaned through the gag. He s finally awake, said the burly man wearing number Eleven as he snaked a hose towards the Man of Steel from the wash station. Just in time for a shower, he laughed and his hairy belly jiggled. Luthor said to use this special soap. It contains the drug, said number Ten and he proceeded to work some soap into a large, wet sponge making a creamy, bubbly lather. Some of the suds dripped off the end and clung to the front of his thong. Mmm, smells good, too. Okay, wet him down, he said and number Two grabbed the hose from Eleven and adjusted the pressure of the nozzle to its most forceful stream.Cold water jumped from the tip and sluiced over the Man of Steel s muscular body. He winced as he felt the pressure against his tender ribs and a muted scream escaped through the gag causing Two to grin with evil delight. Superman could see rivulets of One s blood streaming down his body towards the drain and he felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility that the man was dead only because he showed some kindness in wiping off his face. Luthor was out of control. He hoped these men were smart enough to see that. Turn down the pressure, Two! You re getting blood all over the room. Two ignored Eleven s plea room yourself! And turn on some hot water, too, this is freezing cold! said Four.Two looked around the room then quietly adjusted the pressure and cranked the hot water spigot. Soap him up good, you guys. We have to get every bit of dirt off him so make sure you explore every nook and cranny! Ten winked and smiled with anticipation as he starting applying the drugged suds up and down the perfect body displayed in front of him. This was what they had all waited for: their first chance at actual physical contact with the super-hero. Others moved in and soon were lathering different areas of Superman s physique. The water had finally warmed up and the drugged soap caused his skin tingling to magnify again as the sponges caressed and scrubbed. Superman immediately felt his cock hardening and moaned happily as several sponges quickly moved in and targeted that area. His legs were spread widely apart so access to his massive genitalia and muscular buttocks was easily attained. Hey what s this shiny white thing? asked Nine, as he picked something off of Superman s flying through the air when Big Blue exploded? Eleven said they all laughed. Yeah his mouth s a mess. He doesn t have a front tooth left on the top or bottom. Must ve been like ramming a steel rod in and out of his mouth. Ouch! And did you see the number that Red s head did on number Eight? Caved in his nose like a ripe melon. That guy didn t have a fucking chance. I m sure glad I wasn t sitting on the kid s back when Supes blew him off. Oh well, one less we have to share with, Two said broodily as he soaped their captive. Yeah but what about One? someone whispered knowing the room was probably bugged. We paid lots of money to be here so if One wanted to wipe off his face then what was the problem? Luthor s the problem, that s for sure, Eleven said. We may have to deal with him. They all nodded agreement and went back to the pleasurable task at hand.Soon all the men returned from their tasks and, grabbing sponges, they scrubbed his hard, muscular body. They washed the hero s face, ears and hair, his neck, throat and shoulders, his chest, back and underarms. The men were becoming as soapy as the Man of Steel was and Superman enjoyed the coarseness of the scrubbing sponges. His eyes were closed.He could now feel numerous hands sliding across the slippery surface of his swaying cock and ball-sack, his buttocks and crack, kneading and caressing his slick, soapy skin. Soon all the men had thrown away their sponges and were using their hands and bodies to lather and touch him. As they caressed his hot, hard, muscular body they and rubbing against his perfect physique.Hands and mouths were everywhere and he felt a hard soapy dick being slid between his inner thigh and ball sac. His own cock was fully aroused and he could feel the pressure against his testicles. The man ejaculated quickly and backed away, his juices dripping at the Man of Steel s soapy crotch. Others were ejaculating thick ropes of creamy white spew onto his carved eight-pack abs, his pubic hair and buttocks. From behind he felt another hard prick sliding between his ass cheeks. To his amazement, the soapy cock breached his asshole ever so slightly causing him to instinctively clench his butt cheeks. The man howled in pain and fell to his knees, grabbing his squashed dick. Superman s invulnerability was slowly deteriorating! Hey fatso, bring me the chrome vibrator and some of that special Kryptonian joy jelly, said number Two to Eleven. And somebody help this guy to sick bay. When it was delivered, Two held the gleaming silver tool for the Man of Steel to see. It was a foot long and slightly curved with a rounded tip. He slapped at the captive s bruised ribs and taunted him. You can t break this Superpussy! I m going to cleave you wide open with this then fuck you till I cum inside your pussy man-hole! He then soaped up the shaft and clicked it on as he placed the vibrating tool between the hero s front legs and pressed it to his balls. Superman s body jumped with electric stimulation as the pulsating toy went to work. He had never before experienced the quivering, echoing sensation great length of his own throbbing cock.Number Two then stepped around to Superman s rear and smeared some of the jelly on the metal shaft. He then pressed the vibrating tool between the captive s soapy cheeks, mixing the drugged jelly with the soap. moved expertly into position and it teased and explored the outside of the virgin hole. Slowly but surely the opening was compromised. Superman inhaled sharply; Two roughly inserted the full length of the shaft, jamming it into his virgin hole. He squeezed again, denting the housing but did not dislodge the intruder. At first he yelped with pain but soon he felt only minor discomfort as the drug-smeared toy was rammed in to its hilt. His bowels and alien prostate began to tingle with delight as the shaft was plunged deeper and deeper into his dark passage. His manhandled cock was painfully engorged and the pressure from within was providing him with balls and he could feel another tremendous orgasm bubbling to the surface. He could feel the vibrator being withdrawn but his hole was soon filled with a fleshy replacement. He could feel the hard cock sliding in and out, slick with jelly as its owner yelled with pleasure. He felt the hot spurt in his bowels as Two s cock spewed its contents and the spent man pulled away and collapsed to the side, panting and gasping for air. Another quickly took his place, renewing the fabulous stimulation in his bowels.Superman s cock was rinsed and he saw number Six preparing to gorge on his rock hard meat. He felt the hot, hungry mouth enveloping him and he knew he was really done for.Number Four approached his face and he enjoyed the feeling as the man kissed and licked his ears. Hands reached around his head and amazingly, the horrible gag was removed. Superman worked his itself through the lips and teeth. I just wanted to hear your voice as you came, whispered the man, as he broke off the kiss and stared into Superman s surprised blue eyes. Thank you, said the Man of Steel hoarsely. His orgasm was imminent