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The Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-Universe Part 5 Arkham Nightmare Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Wake up!” A voice said with irritation. “I don’t have all day!”

Superman opened his eyes and blinked in confusion as he looked around. He was back in his cell in Arkham Asylum. He had hoped that it was just a dream, but the reality hit him in his massively muscled chest.

“It’s time to take your medication.”

The hero shook his head as he looked at the attendant. The last thing he needed was to take medication for a condition that he didn’t have. The cup of water and pills reached out to him, but the man of steel refused to take them.

“Oh god,” The attendant muttered to himself. He poked his head out the door. “I am going to need some guards. This patient is refusing to take his medication.

Within seconds two guards came in and smirked at the costumed hero. Like the rest of the staff at Arkham, they thought he was just a nut job with delusions that he was Superman. “Come on, boy.” One of the guards said sternly. “Take your medication.”

Again Superman shook his head afraid of how the meds would affect him. The guards grabbed him and the hero tried to access his powers to fight them off. He was shocked when he felt a wave of pleasure hit him as he was easily overpowered. His cock was the only thing powerful about the disgraced hero as he tried in vain to use his missing powers.

The guards and attendant noticed Superman’s tented briefs and laughed while Superman tried to swallow a groan. His cock felt so hard and the pressure of his skin tight costume only enhanced the pleasure he was feeling.

The hero’s mouth was forced open and the medication was tossed down his throat. Superman tried to spit them out but the guards were well trained in making the patients take their medication. He felt the pills go down his throat as they started to dissolve into his bloodstream.

The attendant rolled his eyes as he left the cell to take medication to the other patients. The guards released Superman who fell on his ass in exhaustion. He was so unused to being overpowered so easily and his struggles had drained much of the little energy that he had left. Superman looked down at his tented briefs in horror as his own body betrayed him.

“Fucking pervert,” One of the guards muttered as he left the cell.

The other guard smirked as he grabbed Superman by his raven locks and forced his head back. “You may look like the spitting image of Superman, but there is no way the man of steel would be a perverted wimp like you.”

Those words stabbed the hero in his very soul as he struggled to break free of the guard’s grip. It only made his cock throb more with desire as a lust he never felt before in his life coursed through his body.

The guard laughed as he forced Superman’s face against his crotch. “Is this what turns you on, “Superman”? Do you like another man to dominate you?”

The manly musk of the guard’s crotch invaded his nose as Superman’s head started to spin. The medication that he was forced to take was starting to take effect and seemed to enhance his lust. Part of him wanted to open his mouth and take as much of the guard’s crotch as he could. The hero remained strong and refused to open his mouth but it did not stop his face from being rubbed all over the guard’s pants. Superman shuddered as he felt the stiff cock beneath the fabric of the uniform and for some reason it made his own erection that much more powerful.

The guard laughed as he shoved the hero’s head back. “Maybe I’ll come back later and give you what you really want!” He placed his foot on the tented erection of the helpless hero and Superman moaned with desire as he felt his briefs become wet with his arousal.

Superman felt his face burn with shame as the guard mocked him before leaving him alone in his cell. The hero collapsed on the cold floor, his muscular chest breathing hard from the encounter. Why is his body betraying him? He loved Lois with all his heart, but the pleasure he felt while being dominated by another man eclipsed any feelings that he thought he had for the fiery reporter.   

Could everyone be right and he was not really Superman? A time where he had the powers of a god seemed like a dream and his memories about his heroic life seemed clouded in fog. Why would Professor Strange lie to him? The man who thought he was Superman looked down at his erection that seemed to mock his strict morals.

All he had to do was to take off his costume and he could be cured of his delusions. Superman placed his hands on his yellow belt as they shook in anticipation of being taken off. Deep down he knew that once he relinquished his prized costume that his life as he remembered it would be over. What made it worse was his throbbing erection that seemed ready to explode at the thought of taking his costume off.

With a exhaling shudder, Superman let for of his belt and shakingly climbed to his feet. No, he would not give in. He was Superman, the man of steel. His powers would return at any time and he would prove to everyone here that he was who he said he was. The hero lay on his bed as he tried to think of mundane topics to calm the monster in his tights. It took some time but he was finally able to become flaccid again.

The door to his cell opened and the hero watched as another attendant came into the room. “It’s time for breakfast.”

Superman felt his stomach rumble with hunger. When was the last time he ate something? Normally he was not plagued with human afflictions like hunger, but without his powers he was becoming more and more human by the minute.

The hero meekly followed the attendant was was led to a mess hall that seemed to be in the center of the building. Other inmates stood in line waiting for their food while some sat at tables eating their food.  Superman quickly got to the end of the line and looked forward to getting food inside him.

“Well, well, what have we here?” A voice almost like a squawk said menacingly. “Do we have a Superman pretender?”

Superman turned back and gawked as none other than The Penguin stood in line behind him. The bird like villain looked like a child compared to his towering muscles. “I don’t want any trouble,” the hero said softly.

“I don’t know what kind of whack case you are, but here you will show me respect. I own this place!” Penguin snarled.

Not wanting to pick a fight, the hero nodded slowly. If the bird only knew who he was dealing with then he would be flying away in terror. Instead he made his voice as meek as he could. “I apologize, Mr. Penguin.” He said before turning his back on the villain.

The Penguin growled as he shoved Superman across the room. “Is that your idea of respect boy?” He snapped as the hero stumbled over one of the tables.

The man of steel had about just enough of everything and the last thing he needed was a fat runt like Penguin to add to his misery. The other inmates had scrabbled away not willing to cross the mastermind villain. Superman got up to his feet and clenched his fists in anger. Powers or no, it was time to stop everyone from pushing him around.

“You want a fight, Penguin?” The hero growled. “You have one!”

He half expected the villain to squawk in terror and flee. Even Darkseid knew to watch his step when Superman got that look on his face. Instead the bird just laughed as he walked over to the pissed up hero.

Before Superman could even throw a punch, Penguin smashed his tiny hand into his gut. Nausea crippled him as the weakened hero fell down to his knees. “Who do you think you are talking to boy?”

The hero’s head flew back as a stinging slap hit his cheek. Superman tried to shake the stars out of his sight as he attempted to fight back. Despite his short and round stature, Penguin had a strength that Superman didn’t think was possible. He was completely overwhelmed by this bird obsessed villain and was being tossed around the room.

Then it happened, between one punch and the next, Superman felt his cock starting to stir. No matter how much he tried to stop it, it was like trying to stop an avalanche. Soon his briefs were tented and there was no hiding it from the other inmates in the chow hall.

Penguin laughed as he kicked Superman in the head knocking him on his back. “It looks like our little boy from Krypton likes getting his arse handed to him!” He grabbed Superman by the shield on his chest and lifted his torso up while stepping on the hero’s engorged crotch.

Superman cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure as he was too weak to break the hold of the smaller man. He had expected the guards to intercept them and stop the fight, but so far they had been left alone.  

With no other alternative, the hero sank to a low that he never thought he would go. “I’m sorry, Mr. Penguin, sir.” He rasped as the pressure on his hard cock made it feel like he would explode any second.

“Now that’s more like it, boy.” Penguin squawked as he slapped Superman across the face. “Now I am a forgiving man, but I think you need a lesson to teach you how to give me the proper respect.”

Superman gasped as he was grabbed by the ear by the nefarious villain. Unable to break free and scared to death to fight back, Superman was dragged across the floor where Penguin sat on one of the benches. He effortlessly pulled the muscled limp body of his victim over his lap until his muscled ass was sticking up in the air.

“This is how we were punished in boarding school,” Penguin said grimly.

The hero howled as the bird started to spank his ass. Each smack caused his body to shudder in pain. What made it worse was the Penguin insisted that after every slap, he had to say, “ Thank you Mr. Penguin, sir. May I have another?”

It wasn’t all pain for the helpless man of steel as his throbbing spandex trapped cock was pressed against the lap of his oppressor. A pressure started to build in his balls as his almost virginal cock started to feel an unprecedented amount of pleasure.

About the 50th time of having to cry out, “Thank Mr. Penguin, sir, May I have another?” Superman finally went over the edge. His body started to spasm as the powerful surge turned into a spectacular orgasm.

Penguin shoved Superman onto his back as the inmates gawked at the scene before. The powerfully built muscle man was cumming in his tights as his body spasmed and his moans of pleasure filled the silent room.

When the last of his cum filled his now soaked tights, Penguin climbed to his feet and stepped right on the still spasming crotch. “I hope you learned your manners, boy. Next time, I won’t be as gentle.”

The udder height of humiliation was too much for Superman as he eventually got up to his feet. With still no guard in sight, he had no choice but to go back into line. Every movement made his tights squish as the pool of cum in his tights smothered his now shriveled up cock.

After getting his food, Superman sat and ate in silence. No one sat at the table with him, but he could feel the eyes of every man in the room on him. His face was crimson as he forced himself to eat bite after bite. It was only by the sheer force of his will that he didn’t burst into tears on the spot.

January Newsletter

Happy New Year!

I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season. With this new year, I am going to start writing a monthly newsletter to let all my readers know what is coming for each new month. My goal this year is to put out a lot of new content on my website, Patreon, and books to purchase.

I am publishing three books in the month of January. On 1/12, I will be releasing The Capture of Panther Paw. The hero finds himself woken up in the middle of the night and kidnapped with his powers mysteriously missing. His arch-nemesis has a plan to completely destroy him. This short story is packed with erotic humiliation as Panther Paw fights his way to freedom.

The Emerald Defender will be released on 1/19. This story focuses on a hero who is blessed with such stunning good looks that everyone instantly falls in love with him and does anything for him. The Emerald Defender’s powers come from a magical speedo. The son of a mob boss hatches a plan to steal the speedo so that he can be granted The Emerald Defender’s powers. The theft not only is devastating for our unsuspecting hero but for the rest of the superheroes as well.  

To end the month, I will finally be releasing Fall of The Hammer: Book 3 Ice Pick on 1/26. Our hero finds that his body is enslaved by the weakest villain in the world. With the black stud’s freedom stripped from him, he forced to experience life as a submissive even as he fights to retain his mind and body.

Of course, I will be posting stories here on the website and on Patreon throughout the month. We will see the conclusion of The Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-Universe and the start of Strange Dealings: Nightwing’s Fall towards the end of the month. On Patreon, The Hunt for Superboy will continue.

One last note, the costs of maintaining my website are due this month. If anyone wants to help contribute to help keep the site going, my PayPal is toddfleming2@gmail.com. A contribution is not mandatory but would be appreciated to help the site not only be active but to help produce more stories to share with all of you. I appreciate each and every one of my readers and if you have any comments or suggestions for current or future stories, you can email me or post a comment on the website.

Thanks for reading!

Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-Universe Part 5 Arkham Nightmare Chapter 2

Chapter 2

By the time they had arrived at Arkham Asylum, Superman had stopped his struggling. He could only hope that in time his powers would return and the hero could prove his identity. The prospect of going to the Asylum, as weak as he was, was a little frightening. Batman had shared some of the horror stories of the villains who were housed here. All Superman could do was not to draw as much attention to himself.

The cops dragged the reluctant hero from the squad car and marched the blue and red costumed hunk towards the front door. The buildings surrounding him on the island were a twisted form of the gothic architect that was even more extreme than Gotham City. Gargoyles seemed to be staring down at him reminding him of every horror story that he ever heard about this place. Superman pushed those fears down as he tried to walk confidently. He was the most powerful man in the universe and no fright show was going to unhinge him!

The man of steel was dragged inside and brought to the main receptionist desk. “Good evening officers,” The blond receptionist said with a wry smile. “What have you brought us today.”

“Some freak who thinks he’s Superman,” The cop on his left said. “The Commissioner thought it would be best to bring him here instead of Blackgate.”

The blond smiled as she started to process the hero to becoming one of the new residents. There was something very familiar about her to Superman as he tried to figure out where he saw her before. It wasn’t so much her face, but her voice that was vaguely familiar. The Brooklyn accent gnawed at the back of his mind like a feather softly tickling him.  

The phone rang and the receptionist immediately picked it up. “Yes? They just brought him in and I was starting the paperwork. Alright. No problem, Mista S. I’ll send him over to you right away.” She hung up the phone and her smile grew very large, almost with glee. “Professor Hugo Strange would like to see you right away.”

Hugo Strange? Batman had mentioned something about the Psychologist before but what exactly slipped through his fingers. His head felt fuzzy like he had been exposed to some kind of drug. Yet there was no opportunity for anyone to drug him. Could this be a side effect of whatever the Joker hit him with to disable his powers?

The police marched him deeper in the Asylum and his unwavering courage started to slip a bit. The handcuffs on his wrists bit into his skin causing pain that should not have been felt. Normally he could have snapped the thin metal with no effort at all, but in his current state, they might have been made out of kryptonite.

The door to the office opened up and the hero stepped inside with his police escort. A bald man with thick round glasses sat at the desk and looked up at their arrival. His smile made Superman feel very uneasy. It was as if the man could see inside his mind and there were no secrets about him.

“Thank you, gentlemen.” Professor Strange said as he stood up to his feet. “Thank you for bringing our newest patient in. I’ll take it from here?”

“Are you sure, Professor? This guy is a real nut job.”

“Not to worry, I have dealt with people like him before.”

People like him? What kind of place has he been brought to? Superman rubbed his sore wrists as the handcuffs were taken off and the policemen walked out of the office. He tried to look this professor in the eyes, but his probing stare made him avert his eyes to the floor.

“Please have a seat,” Professor Strange said gesturing to the couch.

Superman sat down as his cape almost covered the entire piece of furniture. “This has been a huge mistake. Please let me explain.”

The professor sat down in his chair across from him. “Let’s start with introductions. I am Professor Hugo Strange and I am the head psychiatrist here at Arkham Asylum. And you are?”

“Superman.”

“This will go much easier than you if you are honest with me, sir.”

“No, I really am Superman!”

Professor Strange turned his steely gaze on the hero and Superman felt a twinge of fear before he suppressed it. “If you are Superman, then you can certainly prove it.”

The hero’s shoulders fell a little as he knew that he was in no position to prove his true identity. “You don’t understand,” He said as he explained the events that led him here. The professor listened as he jotted down a few notes. When Superman finally finished his story, he looked at the older man with a glimmer of hope.

“That is a fascinating story,” Professor Hugo Strange said quietly.

“So you believe me?” Superman asked hopefully.

“I’m afraid not. You see Joker has been here for the past six months. If he were to escape from my facility, I would have known about it. Now, why don’t you just tell me who you really are.”

“I really am Superman!” The hero insisted. “I fought the Joker and his men and he did something to nullify my powers.”

“If you can not tell me your true identity then I have no choice but to admit you to the facility.” The professor said sternly. “I give you one more chance to tell me who you really are.”

The thought of being imprisoned here without his powers scared the man of steel, but his tongue could not utter any lie. He sat silently on the couch as he prayed for his powers to return.

“I see,” Professor Strange said with a frown. He walked over to his desk and picked up the phone. “Send two guards into my office. We have a new patient. I want him processed right away.” He set down the phone and looked gravely at the helpless hero. “You have some serious issues, but rest assured that your treatment will be successful. When it is complete, you will no longer think you are Superman. Until then you will be a guest at my facility.”

The guards entered and Superman knew that this was his last hope of release. “Please, Professor!” He begged urgently. “I really am Superman! You have to believe me.”

“Take him away, guards!” The Professor commanded.

Superman tried to struggle but the men were much stronger than he was. Unable to fight, he simply surrendered as he was taken deeper into Arkham Asylum.”

His cell was small only containing a small bed attached to the wall, a sink, and toilet. The walls were made of brick with no trace of paint. His cell door was solid steel with a small window that had a door where a guard could look in on him. There were no windows and only the dim light in the center of his ceiling gave any light into the room.

It didn’t take long for Superman to be processed as a patient in the Asylum. He walked through a long tunnel that scanned his body for any dangerous material that he might be hiding. Of course, it would have been hard to hide anything on his skin-tight costume. The only place where he would be able to hide things was his cape. There was a hidden compartment where he normally hid his Clark Kent clothes. Since he had left his apartment this evening, the compartment was empty.

Superman fully expected for him to be forced to strip from his familiar blue and red costume. The guards were ready to make him and their expressions hinted that they were looking forward to seeing his nude muscular body. Instead, a phone call came from Professor Strange. He ordered the guards to keep him in his costume as a part of his therapy. Only when Superman was ready to admit his true identity would he be permitted to wear other clothes.

In a way, it was comforting that he was able to keep his symbol of authority and power. When his powers returned then he would have no problem to prove once and for all to Professor Strange that he is the real Superman.

As the man of steel sat on his bed, he noticed that the light in his room started to flicker. He looked up thinking that the bulb was going out and he would be sitting in the dark. The door to his cell blocked the light from the hallway from even peeking in.

Superman stared at the light as it started to almost dance before his eyes. The flickering seemed mesmerizing as he felt himself being drawn to it.

“That’s it, little rabbit.” a creepy voice said distantly. “Look into the light. Feel all of your pain and sorrow fade away. The light makes you safe. The light will comfort you. Let all of your defenses go down and let the light take it all away.”

Superman tried to resist, but the light seemed to draw him in. In fact, the creepy voice started to transform into a comforting voice that understood all his problems. He didn’t even notice when his cell door opened and a short man dressed like something out of storybook came inside. His hat was huge and added several inches to his short stature.

“Relax, Superman.” The short man murmured as the cell door shut behind him. “Let the light carry you to a special place to your very own Wonderland!”

The hero felt like he was floating in the air as the light grew brighter and brighter. Soon everything melted away as he was pulled into the center of this wonderful light. The soothing voice was still with him comforting him as the hero felt all of his fears and worries melt away.

“Listen to the Mad Hatter as he takes you into the wonderful world of Wonderland.” The voice said softly. “Here you will be happy. Here you will learn your true destiny.”

The light started to soften as Superman felt himself land. He looked around as he found himself surrounded by a mythical forest. In front of him was a small clearing where a long table with several chairs sat in the tall grass. A funny little man sat at the head of the table who grinned at the hero and motioned him to sit at the table.

“Welcome to Wonderland, Superman,” The Mad Hatter said with a smile.

His body seemed to take over as he walked over to the table and took a seat. The Hatter took a tea kettle and filled his teacup. The smell was almost soothing as Superman picked up the cup and started to drink. The hot liquid made him feel more relaxed as his troubles melted away. He was safe here.

“You have been a naughty little boy thinking that you have super powers, Superman.” The Mad Hatter chided. “You have no powers, just a normal man.”

Something deep in the back of his mind said otherwise as Superman set his teacup back on the table. “I do have powers. I am Superman!”

“Dear, dear, dear boy, You have nothing of the sort. It makes you excited when you think you have powers. It makes you hard when you try to use the powers that you no longer have.”

Superman gasped as he felt a wave of pleasure start to flood his body. He looked down and flinched as he noticed a tent in his briefs.

“The Mad Hatter will help you find your true place in Wonderland, but you have to admit that you are weak. You have to be ready to submit.”

“No, I am Superman!” The man of steel said softly. The words seemed hard to say that before and caused him to shiver with pleasure.

“Wonderland will be waiting for you when you are ready.” The Hatter said softly. The light started to get brighter and brighter as it once again started to consume Superman. He felt himself being dragged away from the marvelous place and he really wanted to stay.

“When you are ready, you will return. Until then you will remember nothing of your visit to Wonderland.”

Superman felt himself fade away as his eyes started to close. A deep sleep came over him as he felt cradled in the comforting light.

The door to his cell opened again and The Mad Hatter chuckled as he walked out of Superman’s cell. The hero was sprawled out on his bunk with a raging erection and a stain of precum on the front of his briefs.

Adventures of Superman: Defeating in the Multi-Universe Part 5 Arkham Nightmare Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Batman has now been missing for three weeks. With the protector of Gotham gone, crime had exploded all over the great Eastern city. The Police tried their best to contain the madness, but without the Dark Knight’s assistance, they were completely overwhelmed.

A streak of red and blue raced through the sky as Superman hovered over the mess that was Gotham. Normally he left this city to Batman’s care since his heroic partner disliked interference of any kind, but when he received a cryptic message from the Dark Knight saying that he had something important to take care of he was asked to keep an eye on Gotham City.

Superman didn’t expect for things to deteriorate so badly in the few weeks since Batman left. He always heard that crime was the worst in Gotham City than anywhere in the world, but to actually see it was a different story. No wonder Batman used fear as his main arsenal to keep the tides of crime at bay.

His super hearing was bombarded with what seemed like thousands of screams of help. The hero quickly analyzed who needed him first and with a streak, he dove down into the heart of the city. In a darkened alley was a woman who was being mugged by a swarthy man. The man of steel dove down and grabbed the gun away before they even knew he was there. The robber took one look at him and charged with his fists flying. Superman smiled softly as he flicked his finger at the criminal’s forehead and knocked him out cold. He hardly left time for the woman to thank him before he dashed back into the air to stop another crime.

This went on for hours as Superman worked non-stop to halt the crime wave happening in this sprawling Metropolis. It was almost too easy for him since the villains of Metropolis were far more powerful than Batman’s normal foes. The police sirens now rang out for a new reason; to pick up the defeated criminals brought to justice by Superman.

As he looked down to see where he was needed next, Superman blinked in surprise as the bat signal suddenly flashed in the night sky. Did Commissioner Gordan think that Batman was back from his mysterious errand or was the police chief trying to get a hold him?

Within seconds, Superman hovered on the roof of the main Gotham Police Department. Commissioner Gordon stood by the bat signal holding his jacket close to his body to help ward off the cold night air.

“Did you need something Commissioner?” Superman asked as he landed in front of him.

The older man smiled as he held out his hand for the hero to shake. “It’s kind of refreshing to see you coming. Batman tends to come from the shadows and I never know when he comes and goes.”

Superman smiled warmly as he shook the policeman’s hand. “I thought you could use a hand here,” He said. “I hope that me helping is not making your job harder.”

“This is a cakewalk compared to the damage control I have to use for Batman. The man gets the job done, but his help does come with special complications.” Gordon said wryly. “I actually wanted to get your attention for a special reason. It seems The Joker has escaped Arkham Asylum and is looking for you specifically. We received a call from him about 20 minutes ago demanding that you come to the Amusement Mile Park alone. It is obviously a trap.”

The hero shook his head at this new information. He had tangled with The Joker once or twice before and he never seemed to have the problems with him that Batman had. “I’ll take care of it, Commissioner. I’ll have Joker back to Arkham in no time.”

“Be careful, Superman. Batman always said that it is never easy with The Joker and in my experience, with the maniac it is always true.”

“Nothing to worry about,” Superman assured as he leaped in the air.

As the hero flew from sight, Gordon shimmered until he transformed into Txy, the red imp from the 5th dimension. The trap was sprung and soon it would be Superman who would be in trouble.

 

The Amusement Mile Park was included in pitch black darkness as it went out of business years ago. As Superman approached and landed in the middle of the park, he was ready to activate his x-ray vision to locate The Joker.

The hero blinked in surprise as the park’s lights suddenly all turned on at once. The sudden change from dark to light might have blinded a normal man but it had no effect on the man of steel.

“Took you long enough, Boy Scout!” The Joker cackled with glee as he stepped into view. The Clown Prince of Crime was surrounded by his gang who were all dressed up like deranged clowns.

Superman crossed his arms over his massively muscled chest. “Are you going to make this harder for yourself, Joker? Turn yourself in and no one will get hurt!”

Joker gasped as he overacted and his evil grin grew larger as he pulled out a huge pistol from his purple jacket. “It’s time to say goodnight, Superman!” He said gravely beguiling his forced smile.

The hero watched with an amused look on his face as the clown pulled the trigger. No gun had never been known to hurt him. His only weakness was kryptonite and that had all been destroyed years ago.

The villain pulled the trigger and a green flag came out of the pistol. The colorful word “Bang” was imprinted on the flag.

“Is that the best you got, Joker?” Superman asked his voice dripping with amusement. “I must say I am disappointed.

“Oh no!” The Joker said as his eyes grew wide with fright. “Did I pull out the wrong gun? What am I going to do now?”

His eyes narrowed as he pulled the trigger again. The flag feels to the ground at the pole supporting it shot from the gun like an arrow loosed from a bow. Aimed right in the center of the “S” on Superman’s chest, it raced towards its target.

Superman easily caught the arrow and gasped as his entire body seemed to tingle. In fact, his body started to glow a gentle pink as looked down at the innocent looking arrow. “What is this?” He gasped softly.

“Just evening the odds, Super Baby!” The Joker said laughing. “Boys, why don’t we show our Blue Boy Scout how we do things in Gotham!”

His thugs rushed forward and Superman tossed aside the arrow as he grimly looked at the Joker’s gang. The first threw a punch towards his face that the hero easily caught before knocking him unconscious. As the man of steel fought, he noticed that he was getting a little tired. His reflexes started to slow down and his strength was fastly fading. By the time, Superman was fighting the last thug, he was breathing hard from the exertion.

“It’s time to end this Joker!” Superman demanded as he hid his fatigue and walked over to the grinning madman.

“Oh, it’s only just begun, Supes!” The Joker said laughing.

As the hero reached to grab the smirking villain, the Clown Prince of Crime grabbed Superman’s hand. His joy buzzer came to life and thousands of volts of electricity shot into the unsuspecting hero’s body.

Normal this was something that he wouldn’t feel, but this time Superman cried out as pain wracked his now vulnerable body. He slowly falls to his knees as his invulnerability faded away with each passing second.

The Joker laughed as he kicked Superman right in the chest sending the weak hero to land on his ass. “What’s wrong, Super Baby? You looked a little pooped!”

The hero tried to get up to his feet but he was savagely knocked down by the crowbar in Joker’s hand. The crowbar should have bent or shattered from hitting the most powerful man in the world, but instead, it was Superman who felt the pain of the blow.

“Where is all your power? Your smug confidence?” The Joker taunted as he danced around the hero as his crowbar struck several places on his body.

Superman growled as he tried to catch the crowbar with his fist. Instead, his hand was batted away as he became more and more mortal. He had never dreamed to be overpowered by someone like the Joker. The humiliation hurt as much as the crowbar in his hand.

Dancing with glee, the Joker looked up when the sounds of police sirens grew louder and louder. “Sorry I can’t stay and play, but I have a city to destroy!”

The madman turned and ran away just as the police car pulled up next to the fallen hero. Superman tried to shake the cobwebs from his head as he weakly got up to his hands and knees. He had no idea what The Joker did to him, but he felt as weak as a baby.

One of the police officers shook his head as he helped the helpless hero to his feet. “Aren’t you a little old to be playing dress up?” He asked sarcastically.

“I know what this looks like Officer,” Superman explained. “But I am Superman. I was trying to apprehend Joker but he somehow managed to elude me.”

“Is that so?” The policeman said with an amused smile. He reached over and pinched the hero’s nipples through his blue shirt causing Superman to flinch in pain. “You don’t look so super to me.”

“You have to believe me, I am Superman. I met with Commissioner Gordon 20 minutes ago and he asked me to look for The Joker.”

“You don’t say!” The cop said smirking. He looked to his partner who was coming out of the car. “It looks like we have another nut job here. The sap thinks he’s Superman.”

His partner shook his head in disgust. “Why does Gotham always get the nutjobs?”

“I AM Superman!” The hero insisted.

The cop had enough as he took out his cuffs and bound Superman’s wrists. “I think we better take him to Arkham.”

Superman grunted in pain as he poured all of his strength into breaking the cuffs around his wrists. For the first time, the steel refused to bend to his superior strength. Instead, his now frail body was held tight.

“Please believe me!” He begged as he was escorted to the police car. As much as he struggled, Superman was no match for the two cops as they shoved him in the back seat. All he could do was sit there as he was taken to the last place that he wanted to be in his current condition, Arkham Asylum.

Adventures of Superman Defeat in the Multi-universe Part 4 Toyman’s Games Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The doors to the warehouse kicked open as Toyman’s thugs flew through the air. A grenade was tossed in and exploded as white smoke started to fill the room. Using the smoke as a shield, Batman leaped in and took out the remaining thugs.

Soon they were all down at his feet as The Dark Knight looked around. In the center of the room sat Superman and Lois Lane hooked up to some kind of high tech simulation device. He rushed over to the female reporter and looked down at her lifeless body.

Grabbing her wrist, Batman felt a very faint pulse. He rushed to the computer and placed an electronic bat device on the main part of the computer. “Oracle!” He commanded urgently. “I need you to hack into this computer. Lois Lane is dying!”

“I’m on it!” The former Batgirl said through the earpiece in the hero’s ear.

The Dark Knight turned to the limp form of Superman and checked to see if there was any life. Gripping his wrist, he looked for any sign of life. Growling in frustration, he dropped the limp arm of the most powerful hero in the world as he rushed back to Lois.

Lois’ eyes popped open as she started to cough. Batman ripped off the wires to her headset as he took her in his arms. “It’s alright.” He said softly. “You’re back in the real world again.”

“What about Superman?” Lois asked weakly as she lay in the Dark Knight’s arms.

“Oracle, where you able to locate Superman?”

“Trying to get a signal now, Batman,” Oracle said intensely. The hero heard his partner gasp as she typed as fast as she could. “The data is being transferred. I’m trying to find the source, but this kind of encryption is something I have never seen before.”

Batman rushed to the main computer and tried to stop the data transfer. Growling in frustration, he slammed his fists in the keyboard. It was gone. Whatever piece of Superman that remained was now gone.

“I’m sorry, Batman,” Oracle said sadly. “I wasn’t able to get a fix on where the data went.”

The Dark Knight gently unhooked his friend from the fiendish device that had defeated the powerful alien. Although this version was not the Superman that he knew, he still felt the pain of losing another friend.

Lois cried silently as she cradled her boyfriend’s head in his lap. “Is there anything we can do?”

Batman shook his head as he looked down at the lifeless body of his friend. There was nothing left of him except for whatever programming Toyman merged into the Kryptonians soul. According to the information he got from Dr. Fate, Superman must have willing given into the combination of magic and technology that entrapped his friend.

Leaving Lois to cry over Superman’s body, Batman vanished in the shadows and left the warehouse. He used his grapple hook to leap on the roof. “The imp has won again. Have you figured out his next destination?”

“I have a lock on the next universe,” Oracle said solemnly. “I am almost sure that it is his next target.”

“Open a portal for me now,” Batman ordered. “It’s time to end this once and for all!”

A shimmering portal opening in the air as the Dark Knight leaped through. He would not let another Superman fall to this damned imp again.

Scot felt his pulse race as he put the virtual reality helmet on his head. His boyfriend, Greg, had given him this present for their Anniversary. As the helmet turned on, his vision was filled with a bright white light.

“Welcome to the world of Superman,” Toyman’s voice said with glee.

A dozen doors suddenly appeared as Scot stood in the center of the empty room. He was dressed in a white suit. This technology was absolutely amazing!

“Pick door one to fight Superman and overpower him. Door two have Superman as your sex slave. Door three to romance Superman and have him as your boyfriend. Door four to use hypnosis to enslave Superman. Door five to kill Superman with kryptonite. Door six to watch Superman be a stripper.”

The choices went on and one as Scot listened to them. His cock hardened with the countless possibilities that were available. It was if Toyman had fished in his mind for all of the Superman fantasies that he ever imagined.

The young man picked his choice and was immediately transported to the door of his choice. The door opened and he walked into a bustling casino. In the center of the room was an empty table. Scot walked over to the table and sat down as he felt his pants tighten from his excitement.

A rush of air hit him as Superman landed right in front of him. “Where is she!” He demanded as he struck his most heroic superhero pose.

Scot could not contain his glee. “Are you a gambling man, Superman?” He asked sound much more composed than he felt.

The hero walked over and easily lifted the young man in the air. “I don’t have time for this! Tell me where Lois is?”

“Mind your manners, Supes!” Scot chided. “Play my game or you will never see Lois again!”

A look of frustration crossed the hero’s face as he gently set Scot back into his chair.

“That’s better. We will play Strip Poker. First one to lose all his clothes gets one wish granted.”

“If I win,” Superman said. “You will tell me where Lois is.”

“Alright, and if I win, you will be my slave!”

The hero was too confident as he agreed to those terms. The simulation seemed so real and it was if the real Superman was really here.

 The first hand was dealt and a look of confidence crossed the hero’s face. Superman revealed his three of a kind thought that he had won. However, Scot had a flush of hearts and watched with glee as the look of defeat crossed the hero’s face.

With a heavy sight, Superman stood up and unhooked his cape from his back. He placed it in the center of the table as he retook his chair.

The cards were dealt again and Scot won the hand yet again. The look of frustration on Superman’s face was delicious to the horny young man. As the belt was pulled from around his waist and added to the pile, the man of steel wavered as if he felt dizzy.

“I’m feeling weak!” He muttered almost to himself.

The fully clothed Scot snickered. “Didn’t I tell you that with each loss, you will lose each of your powers?”

Superman stood up in rage as he reached for his discarded pieces of his costume. He gasped as they vanished into thin air. “What is the meaning of this?”

Scot smirked as he smiled at the confused and weakening hero. “You gave your word to play my game, Superman.”

Bound by his word, Superman growled as he sat back down. The next hand was dealt in which he lost yet again. Now knowing that if he surrendered another piece of his costume that he would lose more of his powers, the man of steel hesitated. He knew he was in trouble as he pulled off his boots and placed them on the table. They vanished like the rest of his discarded costume leaving Superman in a more weakened state.

What was worse is that with each loss, he felt his courage, confidence, and commanding nature start to drain from him as well. His defiance slowly vanished as he lost another hand and relinquished his red briefs leaving him only in his blue tights and shirt.

The slow transformation from a superman to a submissive man was the stuff that dreams were made of for Scot. He easily won the next two hands and soon Superman was completely naked. Not even questioning the results, the hero crawled over to his new master on his hands and knees.

Scot smiled as he looked down at his new pet and saw the raging erection that pulsed from between his legs. He reached down and could barely wrap his hand around the monster before giving it a gentle squeeze.

Superman moaned like a slut in heat as he hung his head in shame. All of his powers had vanished like his costume and even a little girl would be able to overpower him now. What was worse is that he was loving every second of this.

The young man explored every part of the muscled body of his new slave relishing the power he now had over the most powerful man alive. A crowd had formed around them and many eyes witnessed the humiliating defeat of their hero.

Scot took out a collar and placed it around the bull neck of his slave. A quivering sigh escaped from Superman’s lips as he felt the last of his willpower vanish. Cum shot out of his quivering cock as the final act of submission sent him over the edge.

“Look at the mess that you made!” The young man chided. “You better clean it up.”

With no other option or resistance left in the superslave, the man of steel bent down and began to lap up his own seed with his tongue. He could feel the eyes of the crowd watching him and the flash of the phone that took pictures of this ultimate humiliation.

Superman was no his forever to play with as he saw fit. This was the best present and he would have to think of a way to thank Greg for this wonderful gift.  

 

Txy laughed as he left this world to its fate without Superman. At first, this was just part of his fun and games to defeat as many Supermen in many different ways, but something started to change. With each Superman’s defeat, he started to feel stronger and stronger. In fact, his ties to this dimension felt more and more secure.

The red imp danced in the void as he played with his new improved powers. His Uncle Mxy would never dream of having this amount of magic at his fingertips. It was as if each defeat of Superman somehow fueled his powers to grow even stronger.

He suddenly felt something pull at him as he popped back into the world that he had just left. He was floating in the sky surrounded by the dark night clouds as he looked down at the warehouse where this world’s Superman had been defeated.

Batman was crotched on the roof and it seemed he was talking to himself. Txy looked closer and noticed that something did not seem right with the version of Batman that he watched. It was if he didn’t belong to this world.

Txy gasped as a small portal opened and he leaped through before vanishing. There was no way Batman had this kind of technology. His eyes narrowed as he sat in the clouds deep in thought. Could a Batman from one of the previous worlds that he visited caught on to his scheme and is now trying to stop him?

The red imp narrowed his eyes as he realized that Batman was out to stop him. He had very little knowledge of the Dark Knight due to his fascination with Superman. The little that he did know was that the hero did not have powers of his own. He was just a normal man.

Then how could he have the technology to be able to travel between the worlds of the multiverse? The bat freak must be having someone help him. Well, two can play this game. As Txy picked his next destination in his quest to defeat another Superman, a plan formed in his head. Batman was going to have quite the surprise if he was stupid enough to try and stop him. Quite the surprise indeed.

 

Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-Universe Part 4: Toyman’s Games Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Superman entered Luthor’s private office escorted by the burly bouncers. He never felt so carefree in his entire life. The front of his tights was tented with his excitement and the fabric wet from his massive precum emissions clung tightly to his throbbing member. It was the only part of his costume that he had left.

Lex Luthor sat at his desk with a wicked smile. “That was quite the display, Superman.” He said casually as his mortal enemy stood in front of him.

A rush of excitement flooded the hero as he gave the man who hated him a goofy grin. “You have quite the club here, Luthor.”

The business tycoon raised an eyebrow at the manners of his adversary. “That is Mr. Luthor to you, Superman.”

The man of steel’s eyes seemed to stare at nothing in the distance. “Yes, Mr. Luthor,” He said softly as his hands brushed against his bulging tights.

“Do you want to go back out there?” Lex asked slyly.

“Oh, yes!” The hero sighed heavily. His body ached to go back and dance to the hypnotic music, but he mostly yearned to dance with Duncan. No one made him feel so horny or carefree as that studly stripper.

“Well we can’t have you out in my club looking like that,” Luthor chided. “Why don’t you take off those soiled tights and we can find an outfit more appropriate.”

Superman hesitated as his hands slowly reached for the waistband of his tights. Despite his need to have fun and relax, something whispered in the back of his mind. To relinquish the last piece of his costume would cause him to lose his last shred of hope that he would be able to get control back of himself.

Luthor noticed his nemesis’ hesitation and nodded to his two husky bouncers. They both grabbed the struggling hero by his massive biceps. “Throw him out on the street, boys.”

“Wait!” Superman begged. He needed to stay here. He needed to feel carefree. The hero grabbed the waistband of his tights and pulled them down to his ankles. His erect cock bounced free causing precum to fly across the office.

At their boss’ nod, the bounced let go of the panicking hero as they watched him pull the last of his costume completely off his body and place them on Luthor’s desk. Now completely nude, Superman felt a rush through his body. He could feel eyes taking in his muscular form as it added to his excitement. His heart raced as his rock hard cock seemed to salute Lex Luthor.

Luthor grinned as he stood up and walked over to his desperate enemy. “Very good,” He said happily. He pulled open his desk drawer and pulled out a tiny piece of cloth.

The hero grabbed it out of the air as his nemesis tossed it to him. A silly grin painted his face as he looked at the cloth in his hand. It was the same blue as his costume. Closer inspection showed the Man of Steel that it was a thong. His famous shield was displayed right where the crotch would be.

All Superman knew was that it was the same cut as the thong that Duncan Dale wore when he stripped for him. His hands actually trembled as the hero slipped them on his muscular legs. His erection caused him some trouble as he tried to get it to fit in the tiny blue crotch. Even if he was not hard as a rock, it would have been a tight fit.

As the hero finished adjusting himself, he stood proudly in front of Luthor and the two bouncers. The villain fought hard not to snicker as Superman’s erect cock slipped out of the thin blue fabric and bounced in the air.

“Much better, boy,” Luthor said as he affectionately patted the hero on his head.

Superman felt his body tingle as he felt himself blush. He wondered how he could ever be enemies with such a kind and generous man. “May I return to the dance floor, Mr. Luthor?”

Luthor gestured towards the door as he nodded. “Be my guest.”

The hero felt a rush of excitement as he almost ran towards the door. His freed cock bounced up and down as the men stared at the bubble mounds of muscle that was exposed from his new outfit.

Lex Luthor and his bouncers shimmered as Toyman appeared in their place. The evil villain smiled as he knew he was close to finally destroying his nemesis for good. With Superman out of the way, no one would stand in his way.

 

The crowd went wild as Superman made his way back to the dance floor. The music pulsed through the club as he started dancing as soon as his foot hit the dance floor. As his hips swayed to the music, his exposed erection bobbed up and down sending his precum flying across the dance floor.

Several hands fought to touch the massive erection of the famous hero while his ass was also touched, slapped, and pinched. Normally this intimate touching would have made Superman extremely uncomfortable, but his need to dance was so great that he didn’t care.

A circle of men formed around him giving the man of steel enough room to dance while the club patrons watched with glee. They called out for Superman to dance as others called him a slut and whore. Superman didn’t care. In fact, their catcalls just caused him to be even more excited.

The curtain on the stage opened and in the center was a glass case. Lois Lane pounded on the glass as she tried to get her beloved’s attention. The glass was too thick and her efforts were in vain. Her eyes grew wide as water started to fill the glass cage.

Superman didn’t even notice as he continued to dance. The music seemed to take over his soul as for the first time in his life, he felt like he was having fun. He dimly was aware through his super hearing that he could hear Lois calling for help. A small part of him knew that he was supposed to do something, but all he really wanted to do was dance.

When the glass cage was about one third filled, lights flickered on the center stage and started to dance around Lois’ frantic attempts to break free. The man of steel finally noticed that his girlfriend was in danger. He stopped dancing as he looked dumbly up at her. She looked vaguely familiar and that only confused him. Is there something that he should be doing?

A cute blond grabbed Superman by his hair and started to passionately kissing him. That momentary confusion faded away as he felt himself melt in the embrace of the good-looking man. Lois watched in shock as the man she loved completely forgotten about her. Her brown eyes bulged in part anger and part fear as the water kept rising.

The blond slowly pushed Superman down to his knees as he fished out his cock and started to slap the hero’s face with it. The hero stared at the magnificent piece of meat as a longing grew within him. Almost as if he was possessed, his mouth slowly opened as his tongue reached out to taste the dancer’s cock.

A jolt of electric pleasure filled him as Superman slowly explored his new toy with his tongue. He felt someone behind him grabbed his legs as he was maneuvered down to his hands and knees. The hero didn’t even look back as the cock in front of him captured his complete and utter attention.

Something stiff brushed against his naked ass as the man of steel allowed the blond’s cock to enter his mouth. Unaware of another stud behind him, his ass was defiled as the hunk slowly pushed his cock into that perfect ass.

The water was now halfway up the glass cage as Lois was forced to watch her hero being fucked in the ass as he sucked a cock. What made it worse was the fact that it seemed that Superman was a very willing participant. His hard and throbbing cock was used as an anchor for the dude who was fucking him.

As his prostate started to get pummeled, a growing pleasure started to spread through his muscled body. To his amazement, Superman felt his cock grow harder than he thought was possible.

The other club patrons couldn’t keep still any longer as they rushed forward to get a piece of the horny hero. More cocks that Superman could imagine was rubbing against his naked body. The blue thong was ripped off from his waist as men fought to keep it for himself.

Superman felt his hair being grabbed as the cock he was sucking popped out of his mouth and another cock replaced it. His nipples were tweaked, pinched, and sucked as there was no part of his body that was touched by the horny dancers.

His entire body tingled uncontrollably as passion that he never knew was possible flooded his soul. He was in the center of a tornado of male flesh that was intent on consuming him. As overwhelmed as the man of steel was, he still wanted more and more.

His level of perversion exploded as the men formed a circle around him. They all stroked their throbbing cocks as the kicked Superman on his back. Lois felt the water rising past her lips as the last of the empty space of the glass cage was filled. As she gasped with her final breath, the reporter made one final attempt to break through.

The death of his girlfriend went completely unnoticed by the horny hero as each of the men went over the edge. Cum rained down on his naked body as Superman basked in being used as a cum rag. His own cock started to shoot as every part of his body was covered in cum. It was the most amazing feeling that he had ever felt in his entire life. He even opened his mouth so that some might hit his tongue.

Superman lay on the dance floor as the last of the men finished shooting their seed on the helpless hero. He continued to lay there was they left the club leaving him in a puddle of mixed cum.

“Do you want more, Superman?” A voice boomed in the deserted room.

The thought of experiencing this all over again caused the hero’s cock to start to harden again. “Please!” Superman begged desperately. “I want more!”

“Give yourself completely to your pleasure and all of your dreams will come true!”

The hero closed his eyes as he felt the tiny last resistance fade away. Superman felt his soul being lifted up as he was surrounded by a blinding white light. He embraced the light as it enveloped him. All he cared about was his own pleasure.

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Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-Universe Part 4 Toyman’s Games Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The sounds of laughter and chatter brought Superman out of his deep sleep. His eyes blinked slowly as he noticed that he was no longer in the gay couple’s bedroom. Sighing with relief as he was able to move his body again, the hero looked around to figure out where he was at.

He was laying on a red leather couch in a lavishly decorated room. The Man of Steel could hear the sounds of music playing in the distance. The room was dimly lit but he could tell how expensive the furniture and decorations where.

“Ah, you are awake.” A deep baritone voice said behind him. “I was wondering how long you would sleep.”

Superman bolted to his feet at the sound of the very familiar voice. He faces Lex Luthor who walked into the room. “How did I get here?” He demanded as he was ready for a trap.

The billionaire business tycoon raised an eyebrow as he snapped his fingers to the bartender at the bar. “You were brought here just a few hours ago by some of Toyman’s men. They dumped you on the doorstep of my club and drove away in a hurry. I’m afraid that’s all I know.”

The hero frowned as he tried to think. Toyman’s men? He vaguely remembered that he had been in pursuit of the crazy villain, but his memories seemed to slip away. All he knew was that it involved something about Lois.

“Whatever they did to you, it seems they kept some souvenirs,” Luthor said dryly. “Or is this how you dress from now on?”

Superman looked down at himself and saw that his cape, briefs, and belt were missing. He was now only dressed in his shirt, tights, and boots. Again his confusion just grew as he tried to summon memories again only to grasp at nothing.

“Since you are a guest, I should offer you something to drink,” Luthor said as he took his drink from the good-looking bartender.

The hero sank back down on the couch still stunned that he could not recall what was happening. Why was Luthor being so polite to him? His arch-nemesis hated him with an unholy passion. The last thing he expected was civility from him.

“Just water, please.” He said softly.

Lex watched the befuddled hero in silence as Superman took the glass of water and sipped it. As he did he felt a tingle start to form on his lips

“Why are you being so civil, Luthor?” Superman demanded. “What do you want?”

Again the businessman raised an eyebrow at the hero’s harsh tone. “You are a guest in my establishment, Superman. Please mind your manners.”

Superman felt himself blush slightly at the gentle scolding of the bald older man.

Luthor took a sip of his drink as he studied his enemy. “I don’t know why Toyman brought you to me or what he did to you. Until I can figure out how to turn his plot to my advantage there is no reason to resume our war against each other. When I defeat you, I will do so as equals. Until then, you are a welcome guest as Club L’excEllence.”

Still suspicious, the Man of Steel could not fault the villain’s logic. The revelation that he was at a club suddenly made a lot of sense with the bartender, the decorations, and the sounds of music. Why would Toyman bring him here and what was he after?

“Feel free to look around if you wish Superman,” Luthor said as he took another sip. “I don’t work with that little madman, so I don’t think you will find anything. I only ask that you do not disturb my customers and to not damage anything. I will be in here if you need my assistance.”

Superman climbed to his feet and nodded slowly. The gaps in his memory were troubling to him. Perhaps there was a clue on what was going on that he could find to regain some of what he lost. He walked over to the door and opened it. The sounds of music blasted through as people dance on the dance floor. The three bars were full of people drinking and talking and in the far end of the room was an elaborate stage.

The music felt wonderful as the beat seemed to stir something in his soul. Superman felt his confusion and stress melt away as the urge to dance started to form. He noticed that all of the customers in the club were men. Perhaps that held some special significance, but the hero just could not figure out what it could be.

Some of the men turned and saw him in the doorway and huge grins painted their faces. “Superman!” They called out as they raised their glasses to him.

A very good looking redhead almost ran over to him. He was wearing tight jeans with a dress shirt that was almost unbuttoned to his navel. “Hey, Superman!” He said with a slight lisp as his eyes ran over the muscular hero’s body. “You want to dance?”

Before he could politely decline, the young man grabbed Superman’s hand and pulled him to the dance floor. At first, he just moved rigidly uncomfortable that he was dancing with another man, but there was something about the lights and music that seemed to reach inside his soul and make him want to dance.

Superman started to get into it as other studs joined them on the dance floor. Many of them ground their bodies against his own which after a few songs, he no longer was concerned. The hero felt completely relaxed and for the first time in a long time, he was having a lot of fun.

“Superman!” A very familiar voice said behind him.

The hero turned and was shocked to see Jimmy Olsen here. The young photographer waved as he danced his way towards him. It was nice to see a friendly face as he continued to dance.

“What are you doing here?” Jimmy asked as he danced to the music.

“I don’t know!” Superman replied as grinned back to his young friend. Frankly, he really didn’t care. All he wanted to do was have fun and dance.

The song ended and a muscular brunette appeared on the stage. “Is everyone having a good time?”

The crowd of men on the dance floor cheered and Superman found himself cheering along with them. He was having a good time.

“It seems that we have a special treat tonight!” The MC said as a spotlight hit Superman. “Superman has decided to party with us tonight!”

Cheers erupted as everyone in the dance club shouted their support for the hero. Superman blushed as the attention felt great and he waved with a huge grin on his face.

“Come up on the stage so everyone can see you!” The MC said dramatically.

At first, he wanted to refuse, but the encouraging cheers of the men made him change his mind. Even though he was missing several pieces of his costume, Superman floated up to the stage and landed next to the MC. The crowd went wild as they screamed with delight.

A microphone was shoved in his face and Superman smiled as he addressed the men. “Glad to be here tonight.”

The MC playfully swatted the hero on his ass and Superman blushed even more. The tingle he felt in Luthor’s VIP area had slowly spread to the rest of his body making him feel more alive and full of energy.

“In honor of our special guest, we will give you all the treat that you have been waiting for!”

A chair was brought out from behind the curtain and placed in the center stage. The MC guided the befuddled hero to the chair and pushed him down.

“Give it up for Duncan Dale!” The MC shouted as he went off the stage.

The music started up again and the curtain opened. A gorgeous young man with shaggy brown hair stepped onto the stage wearing tight leather pants and a matching vest. Superman had never seen a man look so pretty before. His soft eyes seemed to turn from green to blue in the flashing lights as he turned his attention to the sitting hero.

Duncan’s hips started to thrust as he started to dance. Men flocked up to the front of the stage as they waved wads of money to get this stud’s attention. Superman watched as he danced across the stage letting the men put the tips in the waistband of his pants. Normally he would have been extremely uncomfortable with this, but his newfound carefree spirit just wanted to have fun.

In fact, Superman found something very erotic about the male dancer as he felt a stirring deep in his tights. His heart raced as he felt desire for another man for the first time in his life. Duncan left his screaming fans as he danced towards Superman and started to shake his perfect ass on the Man of Steel’s lap.

The hero felt his cock starting to stir as he mindlessly reached out to touch that muscled ass. Duncan stepped back and smiled as he wagged his finger at the horny hero. “Now, now, you mustn’t touch.”

Superman actually groaned with frustration as he continued to watch the boy dance. He felt a drop of sweat run down the side of his face as his desire was clearly evident by the tent in his tights. When Duncan started to take off his leather vest, Superman’s heart pounded so hard that he thought it might burst through his chest. The vest was tossed aside and he could not see the perfectly sculpted chest of the young man.

Unlike Superman who was heavily muscled, Duncan’s muscles seem softer and almost like a work of art. The dancer moved like a graceful tiger as he danced around the aroused Man of Steel. The crowds all cheered both for the hunk and for the aroused hero. There was no hiding his massive erection that looked like it was going to tear through his blue tights.

Duncan danced his way across the stage to collect more tips before making his way back to Superman. He thrust his crotch close to the hero’s face as he slowly pushed them down his muscular thoughts. Underneath was a pair of baby blue Calvin Klein briefs that had dollar bills sticking out of the waistband. His package seemed extremely big for a soft cock and Superman wet his lips as he wanted to bury his face in it.

The stud softly caressed the horny hero’s face as he bent down and kissed him softly on the lips. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.” He whispered seductively as he reached down and softly squeezed the Man of Steel tent. “Listen to this.”

Superman almost came in his tights as the seductive touch was enough to drive him crazy. The men loved every second as the hero found himself more and more aroused. All he wanted was to have fun and enjoy himself. His cock pulsed in agreement as his desire for the stripper was too strong to resist.

You must res….

Duncan danced over to Superman and took his hands. The hero found himself on his feet as he started to grind and dance against the hunk of a stripper.

You m….

In the heat of the moment, Superman started to lift his shirt up exposing his massive chest. The music and Duncan seemed to possess him as he discarded his famous jersey and threw it towards the crowd.

You…

Duncan smiled as he ran his fingers across the hero’s chest. He gently tweaked his nipples causing even more pleasure to flood through the dancing hero. Superman never felt so carefree in his entire life. He started to imitate the stripper as he ground his hips and thrust them to the crowd. The front of his tights was not wet with his excitement but Superman didn’t care. All that mattered was for him to listen to the needs of his cock.

It caused Superman to be slightly sad when the song ended and Duncan took his bow. He gathered up his clothes and kissed the hero on the cheek. “Thanks for the fun SuperStud!” He said before he darted behind the curtain.

Superman went to follow him when he was intercepted by two burly men in black. “Mr. Luthor would like a word.”

Wildcat’s Wild Party

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Wildcat slipped in through the broken window of an abandoned warehouse. The old salt grunted softly as he landed silently on the floor. People said he was too old for this superhero gig anymore. Every Time someone even suggested that he should retire, his stubbornness kicked in and he was ready to prove all of them wrong.

The warehouse was completely dark but that was hardly a problem. In all the years as a crime-fighting superhero, Wildcat made very little alterations to his costumes. Such alteration was allowing Batman to put in night vision lenses in his cat mask. It might have been pitch black in the abandoned building, but to him, it looked like it was bright as noon.

No one was around, but it looked like some kind of fight went on here. Wildcat carefully looked around for clues on what happened here. He wasn’t as great as a detective as Batman, but he was fairly competent. The hero gasped as he stopped right in his tracks. A torn piece of red cloth lay in the middle of crushed boxes. Wildcat picked it up and felt it in hand. This wasn’t a kind of normal material. In fact, if he didn’t know better, he would say that it was alien in origin.

The lights flickered on causing Wildcat to jump back and go right into fighting position. Only a fool would go head to head against this retired boxer. He looked around to see if this was an ambush, but there was no one around. What was the hell going on?

“I’m afraid that you are a little late to the party,” A voice echoed in the room.

Whirling around, the hero tried to find the source of the voice. “Show yourself!” He demanded with his fists clenched.

The lights started to flicker as Maxwell Lord stepped forward. “I don’t recall you being on the party list.” He said frowning. “I suppose that I should have expected a party crasher.”

“I should have guessed you were involved, Lord.” Wildcat sneered. “I can smell your foul stench.”

“Mind your manners,” The villain chided. “Just watch the light show and enjoy.”

The hero found himself drawn to the flickering lights of the warehouse. The colors changed every few seconds as they danced before his eyes. Wildcat grinned as he looked back at Maxwell Lord. “What is this? Some kind of attempt to hypnotize me? Sorry, but my mind is stronger than that.”

Maxwell raised an eyebrow as he stared down at the smirking hero. “A pity, I could have used another superhero slave. Oh well, Superman, why don’t you clean this mess up?”

Wildcat barely had time to brace himself as a rush of blue and red slammed into him. Rolling away, he dodged the Man of Steel’s fist as it tore through the wall behind him. “Snap out of his, Supes!”

His words fell on deaf ears as Superman continued to fight him. Wildcat might be a badass fighter, but his strength was as natural as a human could be. Even his peak condition could not stand up against a powerful alien like Superman. He needed back up and quickly. Reaching in a hidden compartment of his catsuit, Wildcat activated his JSA communicator. Hopefully, he could stay alive long enough.

Unfortunately, Superman was too fast for him and Wildcat found himself with a hand around his throat as he was lifted up in the air. The Man of Steel had no expression on his face as Maxwell Lord walked over to them.

“You, you won’t get away with this!” Wildcat gasped hoarsely.

“How are you going to stop me?” Maxwell mocked. “With Superman under my control, I can easily take over the world. He is quite the specimen.”

Wildcat watched in horror as Superman blushed at his master’s words. The Man of Steel’s red briefs started to expand until it was tented with his erection. This was far worse than he thought.

“I have big plans for my big blue boy scout.” The villain continued. “You can join his ranks. All you have to do is look at the pretty lights.”

He was tempted for a brief second. Superman’s steel grip around his throat was slowly cutting off his air supply. With a brief flex of his fingers, Wildcat would be dead. Yet the thought of becoming a brain-dead sex slave was repulsive to him. “Go. To. Hell.” He managed to croak out.

“Kill him.”

This was it. Wildcat always knew that he could die on the field in his quest to fight crime, but he never expected to go out like this. Superman’s tented briefs brushed against his dangling legs and he shivered with disgust over feeling his spandex covered erection. This was not the way that he expected to die.

The ceiling exploded as Hawkman burst into the room. With his Nth metal mace, he slammed into Superman causing the hypnotized hero to release the choking Wildcat. Rubbing his bruised throat, the hero leaped to his feet. His backup has arrived.

“It looks like we have another party crasher,” Maxwell mused. “It is nice to see you again Hawkman. Do you like my little light show?”

“NO!” Wildcat cried out, but it was too late.

Hawkman looked right into the lights and could not tear his eyes away. His mace dropped to the ground as the powerful hero fell into a hypnotic state. Wildcat cursed as he leaped on his teammates back to try and get him to look away. Hawkman didn’t even bat an eye as Superman grabbed Wildcat and threw him across the room. As Hawkman’s wings went limp, his exposed nipples hardened and his bulge started to expand. He had fallen right into Maxwell Lord’s trap.

Wildcat knew that he was in big big trouble. Maxwell Lord was well on his way to mind control not one, but two powerful superheroes. As much as it pained him, he knew that he had to escape. He leaped through the broken window and into the darkness of the night.  

Survivor: Superman

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“Welcome boys and girls, This is The Joker and do I have a special treat in store for you!” The Clown Prince of Crime grinned at the television cameras. The studio lights all glowed red as the curtain was raised to reveal twelve men dressed in Superman costumes sitting on stools with the mouths gagged and rope tying their wrists and ankles together. Each ‘hero’ had a red face mask to protect his identity. “Welcome to a special edition of Survivor: Superman. HAHAHAHA! Today we have a dozen Supermen who will compete for the woman that they love, Lois Lane!”

The camera panned on Lois who was strapped to an electric chair in the corner of the stage. She screamed through her gag trying to break free of the leather restraints holding her to the lethal chair.

“Now here comes the punchline, boys and girls.” The Joker cooed. “Only one of these muscled bound oafs is the real Superman! In order for Ms. Lane to come out of this alive, the REAL Superman has to win the game.

I know what you idiots are saying,” Joker mocked to the camera as his voice changed trying to sound like a normal person. “Superfreak can just use his powers and beat up all the fakes.” He giggled as his normal voice returned. “That’s what these red lights are for. These red sun lamps provided by our sponsor, Lexcorp. Lexcorp, the image of a beautiful Metropolis. Lexcorp hates Superman. Hates everything about Superman. Hates that I stole these lamps from right under Lexie’s nose. HA!

Now for our first elimination event, we will do a simple question and answer on how well each Superman knows Lois Lane. A correct answer will be rewarded with a pat on the head, but a wrong answer will have our famous reporter zapped with electricity. Let’s begin.”

Carrying an old fashioned wand microphone, Joker danced his way on the stage where the Supermen were waiting. “Superman #1, What is Lois’ first name?”

Superman #1 frowned as his wild eyes looked around. Joker tapped his foot impatiently waiting for an answer. The madman suddenly started laughing. “I guess I should take his gag off first.”

The gag was removed and Superman #1 answered, “Uh, Lois?”

“THAT is correct!” Joker cried out. “Good job, Superman #1” The villain hand went forward in slow motion and patted the possibly captured hero on the head.  

“Superman #2, Is Lois Lane a boy or a girl?”

Joker removed the next Superman’s gag. Sweat was pouring down his face as he opened his mouth to answer. “Um, um, um, g-g-g-g-g”

“J-J-J-JUST ANSWER ALREADY!” The villain screamed.

“A girl!” The hero screamed back.

The Clown Prince of Crime scratched his head. “Is she? I never noticed. Harley, why don’t you check to see if he is right?”

“You got it, Mista J.” She cooed back. Harley Quinn bound on stage and to Lois’ mortification stuck her hand up her skirt. “Let me see. Hey Puddin, I think I feel a pussycat in there.”

“Well, it looks like Superman #2 is correct.” Joker laughed as he patted the captive on his head. “Let’s move on to Superman #3. What color panties is Lois wearing?”

The hero’s eyes grew wide with anger as his gag was pulled off. “How dare….” His words were cut off as he doubled over in pain from Joker’s fist in his gut.

“Just answer the question, #3.” The Joker warned with a very rare serious expression.

“I swear I will make…..” Again Superman doubled over in pain from Joker’s fist.

“Strike 2, #3,” The villain warned menacingly. “Do you have enough balls to find out what happens in strike 3?”

“I don’t know. Pink?” Superman #3 answered with fear in his voice.

“Harley, What is the correct answer?”

Harley Quinn reached under Lois’ skirt again and with a yank, she pulled out the captive reporter’s panties. “Uh, Mista J, it looks like they were white.”

“OH NO!” Joker laughed. “It looks like #3 was wrong! To tell you the truth, I’m bored with this anyways. Let’s go straight into the elimination round!”

Lois screamed through her gag as the electric chair started to hum with life. The other bound Superman easily broke through their rope bondage while the real Superman struggled to access his strength. Unfortunately for him, the red sun lamps had turned him to a normal man.

One of the Supermen put a noose around the real hero’s neck as The Joker kicked him in the chest knocking him to the ground. He tried to get up but an imitation of his red boot pressed against his chest keeping him pinned.

“For answering your question wrong, you will be hanged while poor dear Lois is electrocuted. Do you have any last words?”

“Please, Joker!” Superman begged as the end of the noose was tossed up into the rafters. The fakes pulled the noose up as the helpless hero found himself being dragged up in the air. “Don’t do this! Save Lois and I will do anything. Kill me if you must, but please spare her. I promise to do anything that you want!”

With a flourish of his hand, Joker’s men stopped hoisting the doomed hero in the air. The hum of the electric chair died as the Clown Prince of Crime walked slowly over to the captured hero. The men let go of the rope as Superman crashed down to the floor. For the first time in a long time, there was genuine fear on The Man of Steel’s face.

“Anything, you say?”