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Wrestling Spider

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It started as an undercover mission. There had been rumors of criminal activity in the local wrestling arena. Peter hadn’t been there since he first tested his powers almost nine months ago. Of course, he couldn’t wear the same makeshift Spider-Man costume that he did since his fame as a superhero exploded. So instead he went as himself. No mask, no costume, just plain old Peter Parker.

His first opponent was an attractive young man that looked a couple of years older than Peter. He was shirtless and wore black tight wrestling pants. A full beard covered his face making him look older than he really was. Peter suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He was wearing a high school wrestling singlet that didn’t quite mold to his body like his Spider-Man costume did.

As he climbed into the ring, the crowd started to boo him. It was unsettling to hear so many people want him to lose. Of course, they had no idea that Peter was really Spider-Man, yet to him, it was as if every person in the arena was Jonah Jameson. The young bearded opponent shook his hand and suddenly Peter started to feel dizzy. His head felt like it was drowning as he tried to focus his blurred eyes. A small smile formed on his opponent’s face.

The bell rang and Peter was far from ready. He stood there like an idiot trying to shake off this sudden dizziness when the bearded young man slammed into him. The thud of their bodies hitting the mat caused the crowds to cheer enthusiastically. Peter tried to throw him off, but it felt like the wrestler weight a million tons. What was going on?

The powerless hero felt himself being helped to his feet. Before he knew it, he was flying through the air and his lean muscular body hit the ring’s ropes on the other side. With a groan, he fell to the mat trying to catch his breath.

The wrestler raised his arms encouraging the crowd to cheer for him. Peter weakly looked up and gasped. Every person in the crowd looked exactly like Jameson. What was the heck going on here? Now knowing that there was no way he could fight back, the only option Peter had was to flee. He dragged himself up the ropes and tried to leave the wrestling ring.

A heavy thud and Peter was flat on his stomach. His fingers clawed for the ropes as he felt himself being dragged back towards the center of the ring. Strong arms circled around his throat as the young hero was pulled up tight against the wrestler.

“Kingpin thought you might show up,” The bearded man whispered in his ear. “He gave me something to keep you from interfering.”

Holy shit, he had walked right into a trap. Here Peter was maskless and vulnerable. If he fell into Kingpins hands, his secret identity would be revealed. That kind of knowledge in the ruthless criminals hands would completely ruin him.

Before Peter could utter a word of denial, he found himself in a sleeper hold. Overpowered and still dizzy, he was unable to use his enhanced strength or agility to escape from the wrestler’s iron grip. The sound of tearing was barely heard over the screams of the crowd, and soon Peter’s singlet was torn off his body leaving him only in his white jock.

Normally Peter would have been mortified to be this undressed, but his almost nakedness was the least of his worries. He felt something being snapped around his bicep and looked to see a silver armband there. The dizziness grew in intensity as all of his powers felt like they were completely drained. How was this possible? He didn’t have any weaknesses. He wasn’t Superman.

The hero found himself unable to think clearly as he was tossed around the wrestling ring. His lean muscular body hit the ropes again before he collapsed on the mat. His blurred eyes could barely make out the looming figure of his opponent as the cheers of the crowd egged him on. Little did he know that the wrestler had climbed on the ring pole and was ready to leap on his defenseless body. The weight of the bigger man slammed on Peter as he felt like he was being flattened like a pancake.

“Shall we end this?” The bearded young man asked whispering in his ear. “Kingpin has many plans for you, little Spider.”

Peter’s mind screamed for him to escape, but his body stubbornly refused to listen. The wrestler picked him up and wrapped his large hands around the young hero’s throat. Peter felt the ropes of the ring wrap around his arms as he stood there in his jock in defeat before a crowd of Jonah Jamesons.

“This little boy is through!” The wrestler declared as he ripped off Peter’s jock leaving him completely naked.

The cheers turned to laughter as Peter’s soft cock was no exposed. No bully like Flash Thompson would ever replica this kind of humiliation on him.

“If anyone thinks that they can win against me, they are wrong!” The wrestler pointed towards the crowd while Peter was powerless in his iron grip around his throat. “Let’s end this!”

Peter cried out as he was lifted into the air and slammed down in the center of the ring. His leg was lifted up as the Ref started to count. “One, Two, Three!”

The match was over. Peter had lost. He felt his exhausted and bruised body being picked up. The wrestler carried him like a trophy as he climbed through the ropes and exited the wrestling ring to the cheers of the crowd. The next stop was Kingpin.

Adventures of Superman Defeat in the Multi-Universe: Toyman’s Games Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The once powerful hero found himself in a sea of blackness. The smell of cum was overwhelming and his body was covered in the male essence. He carefully got up to his feet and tried to feel around. The hero still had no access to any of his powers and this scared him. Yet there was something else stirring deep within him as well that Superman could not put his finger on.

His fingers brushed against something hard that seemed like a wall but in the total blackness, he could not be sure. His hands followed the hard substance and soon found some kind of corner. Superman gasped as the walls seemed to move on him. He could feel them closing in on him from every direction. Without his strength and powers, there was nothing he could do but vainly try to push against them with his puny strength.

His heart raced as he realized that this might be the end. Superman never feared death but the thought of Lois in the clutches of Toyman caused him to shudder. The madman’s limits knew no bounds as he knew from first-hand experience. He only hoped that her eventual death came quickly so they could be together in heaven.

The moving walls stopped giving Superman no room to move at all. His arms were pinned to his sides as the walls on either side touched them. Even the roof brushed against his head. What was going on?

The hero closed his eyes as a flash of the brightest light filled his walled prison. After being in the total darkness, it caused a searing pain to stab into his eyes. With no room to move his arms, Superman turned his head in an attempt to stave off the pain.

The light vanished as quickly as it came and Superman was left back in the dark. The blackness seemed even darker as his eyes tried to adjust to it again. What shocked the helpless hero was that the smell of cum had vanished. His uniform no longer felt slimy and the fabric felt clean against his skin. Was this a blessing or another part of the cursed video game that was slowly destroying him.

“Honey, I can’t wait to show you what I bought you today!” A voice said a bit faintly.

Superman felt hope as he tried to open his mouth and cry for help. Yet nothing happened as he stood in the confining dark space. It was as if his body no longer listened to his mind’s commands.

“I can’t wait to see it, Greg!” Another voice said with excitement. “You always give me the best gifts!”

A laughter filled with love echoed in the darkness. “Well open it up. I can’t wait to see your reaction.”

Superman saw tiny cracks of light start to form in front of him. The lights grew larger and larger as the wall in front of him started to move back. This time the light didn’t blind him as the wall was moved aside.

Two good-looking young men stood before him. One had a grin on his face and the other was completely shocked.

“You got me a Superman statue, Greg?” The shocked young man said as he stated.

Greg chuckled as he took out a small remote control. “It’s more than a statue, Scot. This is the newest line of sex toys produced by Schott Industries. It’s a Superman sex doll!”

The hero could not believe his ears as he struggled to break free of the strange hold that kept his body in place. His vocal cords refused to utter his objections and it was like he was a prisoner in his own body.

Scot looked at the Man of Steel in awe. “He looks like the real thing.” He gingerly placed his hand on the massive chest of the hero and slowly traced his ‘S’ shield. “He feels real too.”

Greg smiled at his lover as he pressed a button on the remote control. Superman felt his body start to move as he stepped out of the box. He tried with all his might to take back control of his body, but he failed miserably.

Superman felt himself place his hands on his waist as he struck his classic superhero pose. “I am Superman, The Man of Steel!” His voice rang out.

Scot clapped his hands in glee as he hugged Greg and kissed him on the lips. “This is the best present EVER!”

“But there is more,” Greg said as he kissed his lover back. He showed the remote control to Scot. “You can have the Superman doll act in different ways. This is his heroic pose. Here is a button for exposure to kryptonite.”

As the young man pressed the button, Superman gasped in pain. It really felt like the lethal green stone was in the room. He felt his possessed body buckle over as he raised his hand towards the men in fear.

“There is also a submissive button as well.”

The pain of kryptonite exposure quickly vanished as the hero felt himself fall to his knees. His hands clasped behind his back as his head bowed. Only the Toyman would come up with something this perverse.

“I am your slave, Master,” Superman said to his utter horror.

Scot laughed as he loomed over the muscular hero. “Kneel before Zod!” He said in a pretty good imitation of the Kryptonian General.

“There is one more button that I think you will like the best,” Greg said with a mischievous smile.

Superman climbed back up to his feet and once again stuck his most heroic pose. A sudden rush slammed through his body and he felt his cock become rock hard in a matter of seconds. This sudden erection caused him a lot of pain but the pleasure was just as great.

“Oh my god!” Scot whispered as he stared at the huge tent in Superman’s briefs. He grabbed the hero’s hard cock and softly squeezed it.

“I’m a Superwhore!” Superman said as he moaned with delight.

In his mind, he was horrified as those words came out of his mouth. There was no denying the pleasure he felt, but the thought of having this man being able to completely control him scared him the most. What kind of pervert was in control of him now?

“Since I am out of town for work so much,” Greg said as he handed the remote control to his lover. “I thought it would be nice for you to have something to keep you occupied. Now you can have Superman when I am away and two Superman’s when I am home.”

Scot released his hold on Superman’s cock as he hugged his boyfriend tightly. “You are the best!” He said as he kissed the other man. “Why don’t we try Superwhore out together?”

Greg grinned as he looked over at the frozen and aroused hero. “I thought you would never ask.”

At the mercy of the remote control, the Man of Steel tried vainly to fight this power that held him prisoner in his own body. Yet with all his struggled, his body didn’t budge an inch.

Fight!

This new voice seemed to come from all around him but the two men who were studying the remote control didn’t react.

This isn’t real! You have to fight! Don’t accept this reality!

Superman focused his mind and tried to convince himself that all of this wasn’t real. The room started to shimmer as he felt his strength start to return. His concentration was shattered as he felt his cock pulse even harder in his tights. The room resumed its firmness as everything looked real once again.The hero felt himself fall to his knees once again as the submissive programming took over. Once again he clasped his hands behind his back and his head bowed in submission. “I am your slave, master.”

Superman could still feel the hardness of his erection as it tried to fight in the tight confines of his costume. The large mushroom head pressed against his belt that only seemed to enhance his pleasure.

“Suck my cock, Slave!” Scot commanded as he had pulled down his pants and underwear and was now slapping his erection against Superman’s cheeks.

He tried to still his mind and fight against the reality of this virtual game, but the combination of the musky manly smell of his master and the pulsing throbbing of his own excitement made it impossible.

Pursuing his lips, the hero softly kissed the cock that was shoved into his face. The salty taste of pre-cum slipped through his lips as his mouth opened wider to take in the 7-inch erection into his mouth.

Scot groaned as he started to fuck Superman’s mouth while grabbing onto his ebony hair. “Holy shit, this feels great!”

While Superman sucked, Greg walked behind him. He pointed to the bed. “I want you on all fours on the bed, Superwhore!”

Unable to resist the command, Superman stopped sucking as he quickly complied. Scot followed the helpless hero and shoved his cock back in the Man of Steel’s mouth.

Greg was behind Superman as he pulled off the cape and tossed it aside. The hero wanted to protest but the programming that commanded him prevented any resistance on his part. His soul quivered as he felt hands on his costumed ass.

A tearing sounded as the hero felt the back of his costume being forced open. Cool air hit his ass cheeks as the invading hands brushed against them feeling the hair that lightly covered his cheeks.

Superman wanted to shudder as his ass cheeks were spread apart. He could feel his hole puckering in a combination of resistance and excitement as Scot’s cock continued to piston in and out of his defiled mouth.

Greb buried his face into the Man of Steel’s virgin ass causing, even more, alarm to the distressed hero. First, he was made to suck a cock and now a strange man was eating his ass like it was covered in gravy. Yet as the tongue invade his most private of holes, a new feeling started to arrive in the helpless hero. Superman could not believe that he was actually enjoying it. It felt different than the throbbing erection that the programming caused him to have. This felt more real to him as it began to spread and replace the replicated pleasure.

Scot pulled out his saliva covered cock and pushed Superman on his back. The hero felt pangs of regret as the eating of his ass was suddenly ended. He lay there helplessly as his briefs were pulled down his legs and thrown to the side like his discarded cape. His cock still hard and throbbing now only had the blue fabric of his tights to keep his engorged monster at bay.

The young man stared at the trapped monster before he started to rip a hole in his crotch. The hero looked down in shock as the normally invulnerable costume ripped away like tissue. His cock arched up as it responded to cool air finally free of its spandex prison.

Scot looked at Greg. “I want to fuck him so badly!”

The young man winked at his lover. “Let’s give the Superwhore a test run then.”

Scot removed his remaining clothing and ordered Superman to roll on his side. The hero’s ass was still wet from being munched on as the young man’s cock slid easily into his virgin hole.

“Holy shit! This is tight!”

Superman grunted in horror as he started to get fucked from behind. Nothing had prepared him for this kind of invasion of his body. He watched helplessly as Greg also got undressed and poured some lube over the Man of Steel’s exposed cock.

The young man climbed on the bed and rubbed his ass against the hero’s monster erection. Superman could only watch as the ass slowly engulfed his cock. This tightness wrapped around his throbbing erection and pleasure exploded within the hero.

Oh, Rao! He thought as his mind shivered from the experience. How could he be enjoying this? Although he always respected gay people, he always considered himself a hundred percent straight. But if he was as straight as he thought then why was he enjoying it? Like the eating of his ass, this pleasure seemed organic and real.

To make his confusion worse, he started to feel tingling pleasure coming from deep in his ass. The pleasure grew as the hero realized that he was also enjoying being fucked. Being in the middle of the two men’s passions, Superman felt himself drowning in the pleasure that he was experiencing.

“Oh god!” Scot gasped as he furiously fucked the helpless hero. “I’m going to cum!”

Greg took one of the hero’s hands and guided it to jerk him off as he rode his cock. The feel of the throbbing erection in his hand felt just as wonderful as the feeling of being fucked and fucking at the same time.

Scot finally went over the edge as he buried his cock into Superman’s ass. With a bestial cry of pleasure, he exploded and started to fill the newly defiled hole.

Hearing his lover cumming was enough to also send Greg to the point of no return. He pulled off of Superman and stood over his face as the hero jerked the moaning and panting young man. As his cock exploded, the Man of Steel felt globs of hot cum hitting his face. Unlike before when he was drenched in the man juice, Superman actually felt the pleasure of being used as a cum rag.

The feeling of his ass being filled with cum and it hitting his face was too much for the mental prisoner. Superman cried out as his cock exploded in the most powerful and numbing orgasm that he ever felt in his life. His chest and stomach were painted with his seed as his body shook in pleasure.

Scot and Greg kissed over the cum covered hero as they enjoyed their afterglow bliss. “Let’s give the whore a break and cuddle on the couch. We can always fuck him again later.”

His lover nodded as he grinned down on the numb and happy hero. “Sound good, I have so much planned for our little slave.”

Superman barely heard as he felt himself drift to sleep. A large part of him didn’t mind the fate of being someone’s sex doll as he felt relaxed for the first time since this nightmare began.

Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-universe Part 4 Toyman’s Games Chapter 2

Chapter 2

It took a few minutes for Superman to recover and stagger to his feet. His tights and briefs were stained with his on seed and he heard a squishing sound as he moved. It felt like his cock and balls were swimming in a pool of cum.

Anxious to leave the swimming pool of kryptonite slime behind, Superman search for a way out of the room. He needed to get back up to the casino so he would have a chance to track down Lois. The hero found a door on the far side of the room and without thinking he opened it.

The room instantly transformed and Superman found himself in a lavished decorated room with a roaring fire in the fireplace. Everything was decorated for Christmas and there was a very tall Christmas tree in the corner of the room. Under the tree were presents that wrapped in bright red and green paper.

“It is a tradition on Christmas Eve for the good little boy to open one gift.” Toyman’s voice seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. “Choose wisely, Superman. One gift will give you a clue to Lois.”

Superman stared at the horde of presents and tried to figure out which one would give him his precious clue. His x-ray vision was useless and so far chance had not been on his side since he let himself get trapped in this video game.

Kneeling down on the floor, the hero looked at the many many gifts. Each one had a tag that had a name for the gift. There were gifts for Jimmy, Perry, Cat, Clark, and Lois. As he searched, the man of steel found a curiously wrapped gift that had the name Superman on it.

Scratching his head, he tried to reason what gift would have the clue. Initially, he thought that one of the presents with Lois’ name on it would be the right pick, but after looking carefully at all the gifts there was only one with Superman’s name on it.

Since time was not on his side, the hero picked up the gift that was labeled to him and started unwrapping it. Inside the box was a package that contained a Superman action figure. He had seen toys like this before, but this one seemed so lifelike that it took him a little by surprise.

Superman took the action figure out of the package and as he held it in his hand, he felt a tingle run through his body. It was as if someone was holding him around his chest. The hero’s eyes widened as he realized that whatever the action figure felt he felt as well.

The man of steel carefully put the action figure on the carpet and started to examine the packaging for a clue of Lois’ location. He was so engrossed in his search, he didn’t notice the action figure opening his eyes and coming to life.

Superman felt something kick him in his ass with so much force that he slid across the room knocking the tree to the floor. Ornaments crashed and broke as the hero turned to see who was attacking him.

The action figure was floating in the air and was in battle position. Superman didn’t want to fight the toy, but he had no choice as it leaped at him and punched him in the chest. The tiny little punch held quite the impact that sent the man of steel through the wall.

Climbing to his feet, Superman instinctively activates his heat vision in an attempt to melt the toy. The red-hot rays shot towards the action figure but right when it was going to hit the toy, the rays sizzled and died.

The toy’s eyes turned red as it started to shoot the hero’s own powers back at him. He barely had time to dodge the small hot ray as he rolled to the other side of the room. Again without thinking the hero used his icy breath to encase the toy in a block of ice. Once again the power faded away and the action figure used the same power against him.

Superman paled when he realized that if he used his powers against the toy, it would absorb the power and be able to use it. What was worse was that he completely lost the power himself. With nowhere to run Superman tried to dodge the toy’s attacks and fight without using his powers. Unfortunately, it absorbed his strength and invulnerability in the process.

The toy knocked the weakened hero to the ground and used his ice breath to create shackles of ice that he used to keep Superman helpless. The cold of the ice stung his wrists and ankles as he strained with all his might to break free. Without his strength, he had no chance of escaping the dastardly trap of his own toy.

At first, he thought it was his imagination, but the toy seemed to be getting bigger. The action figure sat on his chest and started to absorb more of his powers. With every power that was lost, the toy did get bigger.

One by one, Superman’s powers were lost and the toy kept growing. With no way of stopping the toy from weakening further, the hero strained to think of any way to stop from all of his powers from being taken away permanently.

The room seemed to get larger as well as the toy surpassed his own size. Finally, when the last of his powers was absorbed, the action figure was a hundred times his own size. With the arms raised up in the air, the toy took off flying as it crashed through the roof of the room.

His ice shackles had melted enough for Superman to break free as he ran across the gigantic room trying to dodge the falling debris. He spied a mouse hole near one of the walls and managed to race into it before the entire roof collapsed.

Superman was breathing hard as he tried to catch his breath. He needed to find where the toy was going and stop it before it did any more damage. He made his way along the mouse tunnel inside the wall and found another hole that led to a different room.

As Superman entered the room, he stopped when he was giant men standing around. He recognized them as thugs who worked for Toyman and started to run back to the mouse hole. It was too late as they saw the tiny hero. Superman felt himself being lifted up in the air as one of the thugs held him by the back of his briefs.

“Look what I found!” His voice boomed to the tiny ears of the hero. “Little Superman has come to play!”

With his current size and his powers drained, Superman knew that he didn’t have a chance to fight them. He sighed with relief when the thug put him on the counter. Before he had a chance to run, the thug placed a glass down on him.

Superman pounded on the glass prison that was created for him as the thugs laughed as the looked at his feeble efforts. Fear stabbed his soul as he realized how helpless he was against them. They could squash him like a bug if they so desire.

When the criminals got tired of laughing at the trapped hero, they took the glass off and pinned him against the counter with one finger. The pressure caused the man of steel so much pain that he felt tears whelming in his eyes.

“What should we do with him?” one of the thugs asked mockingly.

“I say we crush the little bug and return to Toyman as heroes!”

“Can’t we have a little fun with him first?” The thug smiled as he flicked his finger against Superman’s bulge.

The hero cried out in pain as the tiny flick sent tremors of nausea through his tiny body. He curled up in a ball and sobbed uncontrollably. He felt like he had been kicked in the nuts by a thousand Darkseids.

The thugs laughed as they mocked the crying hero. “What’s a matter Superman, not so tough anymore are you?”

As Superman tried valiantly to get control of his pain and sobs, he heard the thugs whispering to each other. As he looked up, he gasped as he saw an enormous hard erection coming down on him. The smell of the criminal’s manly musk overwhelmed the weakened hero.

“Pleasure my cock Superman, or I will squash you into a little blob of paste!”

With no other option, Superman wrapped his tiny arms around the monster cock and started to rub his body against it. He started to kiss the thick shaft as he desperately tried to think of a way out of this situation.

The cock lifted up in the air and the hero clung to it fearing that the drop would instantly kill him. In order to satisfy the demanding and perverted criminal, he had to use his whole body to keep the giant cock stimulated.

A giant hand wrapped around the monster cock and held Superman close against it. Superman felt himself being stroked against the erection as his body was tightly pressed against the pulsating rod.

His ears hurt as the thug started to moan with pleasure. Without warning the cock exploded and thick cum started to drop down and cover Superman. With his tiny size, it felt like a gushing river that had been pent up by a dam for too long. The first wave of cum that dropped down instantly soaked his entire body.

When the thug was finished, he picked up the cum encased hero and dropped him back on the counter. The criminals all laughed and jeered at the hero as he tried to wipe the cum from his face and eyes. Since his hands were also covering in jizz, it just added to the mess instead of cleaning it up.

“I always knew you were a cum slut!” The thug jeered at the sputtering hero. He pressed his pinky against the hero’s tiny crotch. “Now it is your turn to cum, little man!”

With no choice, Superman started to rub his bulge through the layers of cum. He could see the giant faces of the criminal scum leering at him as he found himself getting hard. The layers of cum had gone through the fabric of his costume and made his skin wet and sticky. As he rubbed his tiny hands against his manhood, it acted like a lubricant that only enhanced his pleasure.

Soon his briefs and tights were bulging with his hard erection, but in his tiny state, it looks so small to the giant criminals. They called him Baby Penis and other hurtful names as they seemed to get off on insulting the powerless hero.

It only took three minutes for Superman to reach the point of no return and his own seed mixed in with the pool of the criminal’s cum. He never felt so disgusting in his entire life, but the pleasure he felt made it feel erotic and naughty at the same time. The hero resisted admitting to himself that he had secretly enjoyed being taken advantage of.

The rest of the thugs had been jerking their meat while watching Superman debase himself at their command. As Superman’s body jerked in the orgasmic ecstasy, one by one they went over the edge. They aimed their exploding cocks at the tiny hero and added to the pool of cum that had formed around him.

Superman found himself drowning at the cum started to run off the table and he was caught in the current. He fought with all of his strength to keep his head above the vile seed. The hero was swept off the table and fell to the floor in the river of the three men’s cum. There was a drain in the middle of the room that the cum naturally went towards and Superman disappeared down the drain.

Santa’s Punishment

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“Attention citizens of the world!” Every television set turned to this broadcast. “This is Santa Claus.

People all over the world gasped as they watched a mythical figure come to life before their very eyes. The jolly old elf that parents made up to keep their children good during the holiday season shocked the world as he revealed himself to be real. His image filled their tv screens and those who did not have a television heard his voice that seemed to come down from the heavens.

“For too long, you have been naughty boys and girls.” Santa lectured sternly. “You expect me to deliver gifts and you try to behave during the winter season, but for the rest of the year, you all are extremely naughty. Well no more! You will know the power of Santa Claus and you will behave or be punished.”

Could this be real? That was the thought on everyone’s minds. Yet despite the different languages and nationalities of the world, each individual heard his or her own language and Santa looked like their nationality.

Lex Luthor watched on his television in his office. To him Santa was white and spoke English. He had already ordered his entire science division to investigate this strange broadcast. The business tycoon gasped and stared when Saint Nick dragged a struggling Superboy into the broadcast.

“This Superboy has been a very bad boy!” Santa said firmly. The hero had a tape gag across his lips as his blue eyes bulged out in a combination of fear and shock. “You all worship him like he was a god and Santa does not approve. This alien has stuck his nose into affairs that belong to humans and for that he will be punished!”

A smile crossed Luthor’s face as he hurried to record Santa’s broadcast. How did the jolly old elf capture him in the first place. There was no doubt that this was the real Superboy. Luthor had tangled with the hero often enough to be able to spot an imposter a million miles away.

Superboy’s muffled words was sounds of music to the villain as he watched the powerful hero get turned over Santa’s knee like he was a sack of potatoes. Saint Nick had no mercy as he started to spank the helpless hero. Superboy bucked and twisted but he was clearly overpowered. Looks of pain crossed his handsome face as he experienced his first true spanking for the first time in his life.

Luthor watched with erotic rapture as he felt his cock harden in his slacks. Every slap, every look of pain, and the pure helplessness of Superboy was the makings of a powerful wet dream for him. He fantasized what it would be like to have the hero in his clutches spanking him just like Santa was.

The villain gasped with pleasure when tears started to pour down Superboy’s face. Anyone could see that the hero tried to hold his tears back, but like his strength his willpower was easily overpowered.

When Santa had enough, he propped Superboy on his knee. Luthor gasped in shocked when he saw the red tent in the hero’s trunks. Superboy got an erection during his spanking. The villain’s heart was racing as he fished out his throbbing rock hard erection and started to jerk himself off.

Santa looked disgusted as he cupped his hand over the tented bulge of his prisoner. Superboy’s eyes rolled back as he moaned with pleasure. His face was red with tears and snot as his muscular body shook with desire and pain.

“You see what a disgusting little pervert this alien is?” Santa lectured as he slapped the hero right on his erect and leaking cock.

Superboy’s eyes grew wide as his cock started to spasm. The hero moaned as he blew his wad right in his trunks and tights. This was the utter humiliation for him as the world witnessed his orgasm with utter shock. That is all except for Lex Luthor who also blew his cum all over himself seeing his nemesis humiliated like this. It was the most powerful orgasm for both of them.

“For the perverted crimes of this alien, I have decided to give him to Lex Luthor.” Santa announced. “Lex has been a good boy in trying to make the entire human race better with his technological advances.”

Superboy screamed through his gag as he shook his head. He started to struggled again, but Santa simply grabbed his cum soaked crotch. The hero sighed in defeat as he surrendered to the will of Santa Claus. The old elf turned Superboy’s head so that their eyes met.

“You will serve Lex Luthor and do whatever he says.” Santa instructed. His piercing blue eyes overwhelmed the will of the Boy of Steel.

The jolly old elf took off the gag as Superboy slowly nodded. “I will serve Lex Luthor and do whatever he says.”

Santa nodded with satisfaction as he snapped his fingers. Superboy floated in the air and gasped as a box formed around him. The hero was stuffed in the box and out of thin air the box was wrapped in the most festive wrapping paper.

Luthor blew his load again as he imaged all the things that he would do with Superboy as his slave. He ordered his science division to stop investigating Santa’s broadcast and prepare for his new toy’s arrival.

“Remember, boys and girls,” Santa said with a jolly smile. “I see you when you’re sleeping. I know when you’re awake. Good children will get presents from Santa Claus and bad children will be punished. Don’t be like Superboy or you will suffer his fate.”

Blake’s Blackmail

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Blake was still in a state of shock. What started out as a meeting with his swim coach turning into a nightmare of the worst kind. The most popular boy in school, this young man was a walking wet dream. He often used his looks to get what he wanted and before now it had always worked.

Coach Jennings smiled as he looked at the naked boy standing before him. His lean muscular body quivered slightly with fear as the cameras took photos. Blake’s beautiful face flinched as the flash of lights captured every aspect of his naked vulnerable body.

It wasn’t bad enough that he was completely naked, but his cock was hard as steel. At first, he thought that his coach must have drugged him. Little did he know that his arousal was because of this exposure.

The meeting started out with Coach Jenkins presenting Blake with information that he had obtained. He had video proof that the young athlete had cheated on his final exams. This kind of offense would leave him not only expelled from school, but he would be barred from trying to get into any other university.

The coach told him that he would keep the information is the young man become a willing pawn in his sick pervert game. What other choice did he have? His very future was at stake. So it was with great reluctance that he was taken to a small abandoned studio.

As he walked in, Blake could see that the seats of the studio audience were filled with older men. Each one stared at him with open lust as he walked down to the stage nervously following his coach.

Coach Jenkins ordered him to slowly remove his clothing. The lights of the stage burning brightly on his pale skin as he had no choice to comply. As his shirt was pulled over his head, a couple of the audience members whistled their appreciation. The cameras caught every muscular line of his lean swimmer’s body.

This was the most humiliating moment of his life. Blake was a born winner. His charm and looks were his weapons of mass destruction. Combine that with his perfect body and he was invulnerable. Yet nothing could stop his coach from exploiting him like a was some kind of toy.

As his pants were pulled down, Blake realized that he was wearing his tighty whiteys instead of his normal boxers. Standing there in his skimpy undies, he looked like a little boy that was about to be punished. The coach ordered him to parade around the stage showing off every part of his exposed body, and he had no choice but to comply.

That was when his erection started. The boy could feel every eye on his almost nude body drinking it in with lustful desires. It didn’t take long before his white briefs were tented and wet with his desire.

Blake was ordered to pull down his underwear while he had his back turned to the audience and cameras. He shivered with a combination of fear and desire as his muscular ass was slowly revealed. The twin globes of pure muscle were sculpted in his many years of swimming and running. A light sheen of hair covered those globes that gave little protection against the leering perverts.

His underwear was tossed aside on the pile where the rest of his clothes rested. Blake’s heart felt like it was going to explode as he slowly turned to show off his throbbing erection. The audience whistled and cheered as they gazed at his man tool like it was a tasty lollipop. The swimmer looked imploringly at his coach silently begging him for this to stop.

There was no mercy from the man who was blackmailing him. Blake was ordered to masturbate in front of the cameras and all these men. He felt so dirty as he gripped his hard cock in his first. The boy shouldn’t have been hard at all, but like his coach, his body betrayed him as well.

He tried not to moan, but this kind of exposure was having an unexpected effect on him. Even his fingers crept to his exposed asshole to increase the pleasure he was feeling. The excitement grew more and more until the swimmer was lost in his own world of desires. The whistles and shouts of encouragement from the perverted old men even seemed to make his pleasure greater.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and Blake shot his load all over his legs. The studio rang out with his cries of passion as the young man was lost in the powerful orgasm. When the last drop of cum was expelled, he slumped into the chair behind him breathing hard as his still hard cock rested in his hands.

The audience applauded as the cameras still recorded the swimmer’s humiliation. Blake was ordered to stand as the cameras zoomed in to record the globs of cum that was slowly sliding down his legs.

Blake sighed with relief as the cameras were turned off and his coach turned to address the audience. “Thanks for coming out today to see Blake. I am proud to announce that he will be starting a new career as a whore. If you would like to spend the night with this sexy young man, please call my assistant to make an appointment.”

What this was not part of the deal! Blake felt like he was going to faint on the spot. One look from his coach and his worded protests died in his throat. It was either this or face expulsion. Even if he accused his perverted coach, he would still be kicked out of school.

Coach Jenkins walked up to his boy toy and softly gripped his half hard cock. Blake walked awkwardly as his dick was used as a leash and he was dragged from the studio. The young man knew that he would spend the rest of his school days as a whore to perverted gay men.

Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-Universe Part 4 Toyman’s Games Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It was on every television channel in the world. Lois Lane has been kidnapped. The attractive female reporter screamed through her gag as Toyman attached a strange looking helmet on her head.

While the entire newsroom was in a state of panic, Clark Kent quietly snuck away from the chaos. He ducked into the supply closet and quickly changed into Superman. Like a shot from a gun, the hero was flying in the air to rescue his girlfriend.

Tracking her down was easy for Superman as his super hearing zeroed in on her muffled screams. The location was an old abandoned toy factory. Fitting for one of his zaniest foes.

Crashing through the roof, Superman saw Lois tied to some kind of mechanical chair. The lights on the helmet on her head flashed in some kind of sequence before they stopped completely. Lois had stopped screaming and her head rested against her chest. Superman scanned his girlfriend with his x-ray vision and saw that all of her vitals were normal. Then he saw something strange. Lois’ brain activity was extremely low. What did Toyman do to her?

As he started towards the center of the room, speakers all around the room came to life. “I wouldn’t touch her if I were you, Superman!” Toyman’s voice warned mockingly. “Thanks to my new invention, I transferred Lois’ mind into a video game! If you want to rescue her, you will have to play my game and beat it!”

Superman clenched his fists in frustration as he listened to Toyman’s words. That would explain why Lois’ brain activity was so low. He resisted the impulse to rip the helmet from her head. That could result in her death or trapping her in the video game forever. It was a risk that he could not take.

“Alright Toyman, I will play your game.” The hero said with clenched teeth.

“Excellent!” The villain giggled. “ Go ahead and sit in the chair next to her.”

Knowing that he was walking into a trap, Superman walked over to the twin chair next to Lois and sat down. Several of Toyman’s goons came out of hiding and very slowly approached the powerful hero.

It was hard to just sit there as the thugs attached the helmet to his head. They also tied his hands to the arms of the chair even though he could snap his bonds in two. He was also aware of the cameras that were broadcasting these events to the entire world.

As the strange machine hummed to life, Superman felt his mind being sucked away from his body. The toy factory faded away as the hero found himself floating through a vortex of silvery lines. Determined to save Lois from her fate, Superman prepared himself for whatever trap that Toyman had set for him.

Toyman giggled as Superman willingly walked into his trap. Soon he would defeat the hero once and for all and the world will watch as he does it.

“Are you sure it will work?”

A small imp dressed in red appeared in a cloud of red smoke. “The modifications that I made to your video game will not only trap Superman forever, but he will be so humiliated that he won’t ever try and escape.”

The villain rubbed his hands with glee. “Good, good.” He giggled. Superman had humiliated him so many times that he was looking forward to returning the favor.

Toyman turned on his big screen television and the video game console that now housed both Superman and Lois’ mind. He would be controlling the game with Superman as his pawn. He doubted that the mighty man of steel would have a chance to win.

 

Superman blinked as he looked around. He was standing in a dark tunnel. He looked down at himself and was shocked to see that he looked completely normal. The tunnel that he was in went in two different directions. The hero tried to activate his x-ray vision but nothing happened. It looked like that he would have to take a chance on picking the right direction to find Lois.

The man of steel started walking to the left and after he took the first step, the room started to shimmer and changed into a small room with a door. The hero braced himself as he opened the door and stepped into a much larger room.

He blinked in surprise when he found himself in a bustling casino. As Superman looked around, he noticed that all the people in the casino were all young and good-looking men. What shocked him, even more, was that they didn’t gawk at him at all. For the first time in his life, he was able to blend in.

There were gambling tables all around him and each dealer looked exactly like Toyman. They called to him to try and entice him to play their games. Claiming to know where Lois was, they didn’t stop with their shouting. It got on Superman’s nerves so he decided to walk around and see if there was an actual clue to her location.

As he walked, there seemed to be no end to the gambling tables. Every dealer was Toyman and the calls for him to play just got more and more intense. Finally unable to take it anymore, Superman chose a table at random.

“Welcome to the Blackjack table, Superman,” Toyman said. “Would you like to make a wager?”

Superman realized that he didn’t have any chips. He was about to say something when a good-looking blond man came to him with a tray. “Here you go, Superman.” He said it with a musky baritone. “On the house.”

The hero felt uncomfortable as the young man seemed to be undressing him with his eyes. He took the chips and mumbled his thanks as he started to blush a little bit. He took on of the chips and placed it on the table.

Toyman dealt the cards, two for Superman and two for him. The face card Superman got was the Prince of Hearts and Toyman’s was the Ace of Clubs. The hero peeked at his other card and saw the Queen of Hearts. Hopefully, this was the break he needed to find a clue on how to rescue Lois.

“Would you like buy insurance?” Toyman asked with a smile.

The man of steel considered as he stared at the villain’s Ace. His hand right now was the second best, but what were the odds that he would have a face card to go with that ace? Deciding to take a gamble, Superman shook his head.

“No thank you, I will stay.”

“Superman is staying!” Toyman called out.

The hero was aware that quite the crowd of handsome young men have gathered around the table to watch. Like the blond who gave him the chips, they all looked at him in a way that made him very uncomfortable.

“Let’s see your card, Superman.” The dealer demanded.

Confident that he was going to win, Superman flipped his card to reveal the Queen of Hearts. The men around him murmured excitedly as they watched in anticipation. Toyman’s smile never left his face as he flipped his card to reveal the King of Diamonds. The hero’s heart sank as he realized that he had lost.

“Sorry, Supes!” Toyman said laughing. “Looks like you lost. Thanks for playing!”

The floor under his feet suddenly vanished as Superman fell through a trap door. At first, he tried to fly but like his other powers, he just could not activate it. He barely had enough time to grab onto the floor around the trap.

The men circled around him as the hero struggled to lift himself onto the solid floor. They grabbed his cape and started to tug it off. What were they doing? Superman thought as he tried to keep them from taking his cape.

The trap widened suddenly and the man of steel lost his grip and started to fall into the darkness. He found himself dangling right above the void as the men still had a hold of his cape. Superman used both of his hands to hold onto it but he felt the cape loosening from the rest of his costume. He dropped a couple of inches as the cape came free but he still managed to keep a hold of the red material.

Superman moaned as he felt his hands starting to slip. He tried to use the cape as leverage to climb out of the trap, but instead, he slipped even lower. The empty air around him scared him as he didn’t know how far the drop down was. Determined to get out of this mess, Superman made one more attempt to climb back up.

Inch by inch he climbed until he was slightly above the floor of the casino. The men all smiled and winked at the struggling hero. One of the men holding his cape suddenly leaned forward and kissed the hero on the lips. Superman was so shocked that he let go of the cape and plunged into the darkness.

He seemed to fall forever as he prayed that the impact didn’t kill him. Superman could see a tiny green light in the distance below him that seemed to get bigger and bigger as he fell. His eyes widened when he got close enough to see that the green light was some kind of liquid in a vast swimming pool.

Bracing himself for impact, he plunged into the green liquid. Expecting it to be some kind of water, Superman was shocked to see that it was some kind of thick slime. He struggled with all of his might to break the surface as he held his breath.

His slime covered head poked through the top of the slime pool as he gulped in air. The slime was so thick that he felt he was encased in jello. A tingle ran through his body as he struggled to move through the green slime. The tingle turned into a weakening pain as the hero gasped in shock. It was some kind of kryptonite. His struggles started to slow as all of his energy seemed to be sapped from his body.

Superman could see the edge of the pool and knew that he needed to get there quickly if he was going to survive this. Once the kryptonite slime sapped the last of his energy, he would sink and die encased in the slime.

Every movement was an effort that seemed like he was trying to lift Jupiter with one finger. Determined to make it out of this death trap, Superman focused all of his might and attention to escaping.

Relief flooded the almost exhausted hero as he climbed out of the slime-filled pool and onto the tile. Completely out of energy, Superman collapsed in a heap as his body was covered with the vile slime. He knew that he needed to somehow clean the slime off of him, but there was no strength left.

As Superman lay on the tile getting closer and closer to death, he prayed that he would wake in his own body back in the toy shop. The thought of leaving Lois in the Toyman’s hands made his heartache.

“Need a hand, Superman?” A voice said behind him.

It was the good-looking blond who had given him the chips. The young man pursed his lips as he admired the helpless hero at his feet.

“Need…. To…… get…… clean….” Superman whispered as a bright light seemed to be coming towards him.

“I’ll help you Superman, but you must grant me two wishes.” The blond said with a naughty smile.

“Any…..thing…..please.”

The blond nodded as he suddenly had a bucket in his hand. He tipped the bucket over and fresh water poured over the helpless hero. Superman gasped as the water seemed to wash every bit of slime from his almost dead body. He felt his strength starting to return as he lay breathing hard.

Satisfied that Superman was not going to die, the blond knelt down and started to rub his hands over the hero’s briefs.

“What are you doing?” The man of steel asked in shock.

“I want a load of your cum, Superman.” The blond said as he bent over and kissed Superman on the lips.

The hero batted the young man’s hands away as he shook his head. “No way! Don’t touch me!”

“You said that you would do anything if I saved your life and this is one of the things I want!”

Superman closed his eyes as he realized that he had to accept the young man’s request. He felt hands touching his bulge again as a flood of pleasure started to hit him. It didn’t take long for Superman to get a rock hard erection as he laid with his eyes close dreaming that it was Lois touching him in this way.

His fantasy continued to play in his mind as he felt his cock being rubbed and tugged. His breathing was labored and his hips started to grind as the hero felt a powerful orgasm approaching.

With a bestial cry, Superman came in his tights and a flood of cum started to fill them. Unable to move after such a powerful orgasm, the hero lay on the tile as he felt his lips being kissed.

“Thanks, Superman!” The blond said happily. “You are the best!”

The hero felt hands on his belt as he opened his eyes to see that the young man was taking his belt off. “What are you doing?”

“I’m taking your belt as the second part of my payment for helping you.” the blond said as he pulled the belt off. “See you around Superman.”

As Superman lay in his post-orgasmic bliss, he wondered what would be in store for him next.

A Super Trap

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What seemed like a mission of rage suddenly changed within Superman as he tore off the door to Lex Luthor’s secret lair. The mighty Man of Steel hesitated as the madman casually invited him in. Never mind that the hero had to go through a deadly gauntlet that would have killed a normal man. Never mind that the villain threatened to destroy all of Metropolis with a single touch of a button. What started out as a mission to save his city was turning into something else.

What Superman didn’t know is that Lex Luthor knew many secrets of his alien physiology that the hero didn’t even know about himself. As soon as he stepped into the room, he was breathing a Kryptonian aphrodisiac that would cloud his mind. His muscled chest heaved through his skin-tight blue shirt as his nipples hardened against the soft fabric. The bulge in his red trunks expanded slowly as Superman breathed heavily.

Unwilling to abandon his mission, Superman took that first step that marked his fate. Little did he know that he was truly trapped in the web that Lex Luthor had spun for him. A shiver of fear ran across his invulnerable body. He had the power to completely destroy this liar within seconds, but the hero was incapacitated in the worst way.  

Each step made his bulge bigger as the hero’s virgin cock slowly bloomed to a full erection. Trapped in his tights and briefs, his love tool pulsed to his new master. A lust awakened within the naive hero as he stopped right in front of Lex Luthor’s desk.

“Welcome, Superman.” The villain greeted with a small smile. “Thank you for taking the time to come and visit me. Otis, take his cape.”

The slightly overweight henchman hurried to obey his master. Superman turned his head and glared showing that he was not going to give up his cape willingly. To his utter surprise, Otis ignored a stare that would make the most hardened criminal quake in fear. The hero clenched his fists ready to physically stop the man from taking his cape away from him.

Otis smirked as he reached down and flicked the tented trunks of the turned on hero. Superman looked down and gasped just noticing that he was sporting a raging erection. His face paled as he realized that he had walked into some kind of trap. Otis’ hands pulled at his flowing red cape until it came off the hero’s broad shoulders. The warmth of his touch sent waves of pleasure through Superman’s sensitive body. A wet patch started to form in the center of his red trunks.

I need to get out of here, Superman thought in panic. As he turned to flee, Otis brazenly grabbed his tented erection and pulled him back to Luthor’s desk. The pleasure was too much for him to handle as the hero whimpered helplessly. It was the first time anyone ever touched him there and as much as he hated to admit it, it felt wonderful.

“Now, now, Supes.” Luthor chided gently. “It’s bad manners to just rush off like that.”

Superman’s shoulders slumped as he faces a man that he never considered as a threat before. Otis stood behind him as he was powerless to act. Luthor got up from his seat and walked around his desk to stand right in front of the hero. Superman gasped as the villain grabbed his yellow belt and pulled the muscled hero close to him. His body felt like it was slowly being electrocuted as he looked down at the bald man. He fought the urge to kiss him.

“What did you do to me?” Superman gasped with pleasure.

The heat of Lex Luthor’s body pressed against his own making it difficult for him to think. Unbelievably his cock seemed to grow even harder making it the hardest that it had ever been. The front of his trunks was now soaked with his pre-cum making the material of his tights and trunks looked like they were pasted around his monster erection.

“Just a little taste of home that I cooked up just for you, Superman.” Luthor purred as an evil smile crossed his face. “Do you like it?”

Without even thinking Superman whispered, “Yes.” His face took on a look of horror as he realized what he had just admitted. The look of glee on Lex Luthor’s face made him shiver with a combination of pleasure and fear.  

Luthor stepped away and sat on the top of his desk. “You see, I lied when I said there was a bomb. I just needed a reason to bring you here.”

No longer feeling the heat of the villain’s body, Superman felt himself going through withdraw. He needed to feel that sizzling heat. His body swayed as he took a step closer to Luthor trying to relive that wonderful feeling again. He was stopped when Otis grabbed the back of his belt and dragged him a few steps back.

“Watch your manners, Superman!” The portly henchman commanded as he swatted the hero’s muscled ass.

Superman gasped as he felt another jolt of pleasure slam into his groin. His overly excited cock released another stream of precum causing the wet patch on his trunks to expand further down his legs. That one slap to his ass nearly caused him to cum on the spot.

Luthor smiled as he motioned Otis to leave the horny hero alone. “We don’t want our guest to orgasm just yet. We must first discuss the terms of our agreement.”

The Man of Steel wasn’t even paying attention as he started to jerk himself off through his tights and trunks. His goal of cumming was cut short when Otis grabbed his arms and pinned them behind his back. Superman humped the empty air in front of him trying desperately to cum.

“Now, these are the terms,” Luthor started.

“I agree to anything!” Superman interrupted. Tears ran down his face as he continued to hump the empty air. “I’ll do anything just let me cum.”

An evil smile crossed Lex Luthor’s face as he knew that he had won. Superman was now his.

 

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

When I look at a picture, I can usually form a story in my mind. I would like to share with you one of the ways that I get the creative juices flowing in my mind. I will post a picture and then share the story that comes to me when I look at the picture. Feel free to comment on the story and if you want me to take any one of these short stories and flesh them out into a full story, let me know. Also if you have a picture that you want me to write a 1000 word story from, send it to toddfleming2@gmail.com. Thanks for reading.

Captain Canuck in Canadian Dinner

The sirens of the bank alarm shattered the peaceful Toronto night. Captain Canuck emerged from the shadows ready to take down the criminals who were trying to rob the bank. Dressed in his classic costume of white and red, the Canadian superhero was always ready to fight against the criminal elements of the world.

The doors of the bank were barely hanging on by their hinges and glass littered the entrance of the bank. Clearly these criminals didn’t know the meaning of the word, stealth. The hero leaped inside surprising the crooks who were busy emptying the vault.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way, boys.” Captain Canuck proclaimed, placing his hands proudly on his hips.

The bank robbers quickly got over their shock over the sudden appearance of the meddling hero and pulled out their guns. Without a moment of hesitation, Captain Canuck leaped towards the nearest armed criminal. He kicked the gun out of his hand and with one fluid graceful movement, the hero dropped the stunned robber to the ground.

As the other robbers opened fire, Captain Canuck jumped in the air and somersaulted over their heads as the gunfire followed his movements. Unlike some heroes, he wasn’t bulletproof, but his reflexes and agility was greater than most. The hero landed behind the bank robbers and ducked down while sweeping his leg out to trip them and knock them to the ground.

Taking advantage of their fall, Captain Canuck kicked their guns out of their reach and knocked out the nearest thug with a single punch. The two remaining crooks leaped to their feet and scrambled to retrieve their guns. The hero smiled as he tackled one and used his strength to lift him in the air and throw his struggling body against the last remaining criminal. A loud thud echoed in the bank as their bodies collided against each other.

The Captain was about to knock the last two remaining criminals out when he suddenly lurched forward. A searing pain hit him right in the middle of his back causing him to fall down to his knees.

“Sloppy Captain, sloppy,” A new voice chuckled behind him.

The hero turned his head and frowned. Behind him was the infamous villain, Bullseye. An assassin for hire, he had tangled with heroes like Daredevil in the past. The Captain leaped to his feet ignoring his pain as he raised his fists towards the villain.

“What are you doing here, Bullseye?” The hero demanded. “Are you resorting to bank robberies now?”

Bullseye laughed as he tossed aside some sort of gun that he had fired into the hero’s back. “Don’t be a fool. This was just a diversion to get your attention. You took my bait quite nicely.”

That shocked Captain Canuck. Bullseye had no reason to want revenge against him, which meant that someone was paying the assassin to take him out. Unfortunately he made so many enemies in the criminal underworld that it was impossible to deduce who the villain’s employer was.

“I think you will find me a difficult prey to hunt!” The hero proclaimed full of confidence.

The villain smirked as he rushed towards the hero. Captain Canuck barely had time to block the incoming punch. Using his superior strength, he pushed Bullseye back. Going on the offensive, the hero threw his own flurry of punches and kicks which were easily blocked.

As they grappled against each other, the Captain tried to figure out a weak spot to take the mercenary out. Bullseye was a master of all forms of combat and was not to be taken lightly. “I’m surprised that you aren’t using guns. Isn’t that your speciality?”

The villain smirked as he punched the hero in his gut sending his prey flying across the room. “My employer wants you tenderized, little man!”

Captain Canuck rolled across the room to avoid a boot being smashed on his face. Leaping to his feet, he was about to attack again when he suddenly fell down to his knees. The two bank robbers that he didn’t have a chance to knock out had grabbed a chair and smashed it on The Captain’s head.

The hero was still seeing stars when he felt himself being lifted up and thrown into the door of the vault. Pain exploded everywhere as his body hit the thick titanium metal of the heavy door. Falling to the floor, Captain Canuck tried to gain control of his pain and gather his strength.

“Is that all you have?” Bullseye asked mockingly. “I expected more of a fight.”

The villain’s taunts gave The Captain the strength he needed to recover. Leaping to his feet, he threw towards the villain ready to kick his head in. Unfortunately Bullseye was ready for him and grabbed his leg. The hero cried out as he felt himself being thrown to the other side of the bank, crashing into desks and chairs.

“You’re going to have to do better than that, little man!” Bullseye smirked.

Every part of his body felt like it was on fire as Captain Canuck tried to get back on his feet. His costume was covered in sweat and stuck to his body. Dark wet patches shows under his armpits and on his groin. He managed to get on his hands and knees before one of the bank robbers savagely kicked him in his gut. With a wheezing grunt, he fell back on his stomach. He had to get it together or this would be his last night of fighting crime.

The other thug had recovered his gun and walked over to the struggling hero. Kicking The Captain on his back, he pointed the gun right in the space between the hero’s eyes. “Say goodnight!” He snarled as he started to pull the trigger.

Captain Canuck’s eyes grew wide with fright as he thought that this was it. Being shot in the head by a common criminal was such a bad way to go. Before he could make his peace, the thug suddenly shrieked as the gun dropped to the floor. A knife was embedded in the middle of his palm as blood dripped down on the helpless hero’s costume.

“I need him alive, you fool!” Bullseye snarled as he tossed his next knife right into the bank robber’s throat. Blood flew everywhere as the criminal died instantly. His accomplice cried out as he turned to run towards the entrance. The villain didn’t even take his eyes off Captain Canuck as he tossed a knife towards the fleeing criminal. A loud thunk echoed in the bank as the robber dropped dead with the knife embedded in the middle of his back.

“NO!” Captain Canuck cried out in protest. He stumbled back up to his feet wanting to do anything at all to prevent any more killings.

Bullseye growled as he kicked the hero right in the bulge of his red briefs. Grabbing his battered balls, The Captain gave a shrill scream before falling back to his knees. The force of the kick cracked the cup that he wore to protect him from attacks like this. Before he could collapse in a heap of pain, Bullseye grabbed him by the throat and pulled him back to his feet. Holding the helpless hero close to his body, he dragged the weakened Captain across the bank.

Captain Canuck watched in horror as Bullseye shot and killed the unconscious bank robbers. “NO!” He shouted pleading to his captor. He struggled to break free of the villain’s powerful grip, but it was like a child fighting against an adult.

The villain chuckled as he leaned in close to the hero’s ear. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”

A shiver ran down his spine as he realized that he was powerless to break free of Bullseye’s iron grip. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make you pay for this!” He swore valiantly.

Bullseye pulled out a knife and held it against the hero’s vulnerable throat. “One slice and you are finished. Is that the way you want to go, little man?”

Pushing down his fear, Captain Canuck prayed for a miracle. “You may kill me, but you will be stopped.”

“It’s tempting to end you right now, but you are worth much more alive.” The villain whispered in the hero’s ear. The knife sliced forward but at the last minute it missed his throat and cut away as the mask that covered his entire head.

Bits and pieces of his costume fell to the ground until, Captain Canuck was completely unmasked. The cool night air coming in from the destroyed doors swept through his raven black hair. This was one of his biggest fears come to life. With nothing hiding his real identity from a savage killer, the Captain knew that everyone he ever loved was now in serious danger.

Bullseye shoved the defeated hero to the ground as he stared at the naked face of his foe. “You are much too handsome to hide behind a mask.” He observed as he took pictures of the exposed Captain.

Captain Canuck tried to cover his face as his emotions started to run amuck. “Please, don’t!” He cried out pathetically. All of his bravado had vanished as he looked around for a way to escape.

The villain smirked as he launch a flurry of punches on the defenseless hero. The Captain let out a loud grunt as the blows rained across his abdominals. Unable to gather the strength to fight back, he tried to flex his muscles to absorb the impact of the blows. His meager defence only went so far and it wasn’t long until the hero collapsed in fetal position from too much pain.

There was no mercy from Bullseye as he grabbed a length of rope and tied the powerless hero’s wrists together. He strung Captain Canuck up high off the floor with his hands over his head. The hero cried out in pain and a new flurry of blows started to hit his already painfully sore muscles. An hour ago, he was a respected superhero and now he was just a human punching bag.

The sound of police sirens started to grow louder and louder. Bullseye sighed as he looked towards the bank entrance. “That’s our cue to go, little man.” He said reluctantly.

The last thing Captain Canuck saw was a flying fist before he was knocked out cold.

 

A blast of cold air brought our captured hero back into the world. Trying to shake the sleep from his eyes, Captain Canuck looked around in confusion. It was pitch black where ever he was and he could not move his hands. His feet tried to touch the floor but not matter how much he strained, the hero found himself suspended in open air. He could feel something cold and hard wrapped around his wrists indicating that his gloves were removed.

Shivering from the intense cold, Captain Canuck realized that he must be completely naked. Instead of the cool smooth feeling of the spandex of his costume, the hero felt like his entire body was caked with ice. Using all of his strength, he tried to break free of his bonds, but failed after attempt after attempt. The cold seemed to sap all of his strength making it impossible to think clearly. Suspended in the air, The Captain tried to lift his knees up to gather what little body heat that he had left, but he could only move a couple of inches.

A blinding light suddenly filled his vision causing him to close his eyes. A bust of warm air hit him in the chest as the hero struggled to break free of his bonds.

The hero flinched as he suddenly felt hands on him. His mouth was forced open and he felt fingers all over his teeth. The Captain tried to move his head, but it result in a sharp smack to his bare ass. The invisible hands left his teeth and slowly traveled down the rest of his body. A pinch to his nipples followed by a tug on his cock made the hero feel like he was being inspected like a slab of meat.

“The master is ready for his meal,” A strange voice said happily.

His vision started to come back to normal as Captain Canuck made out the dark shade of a shadow of a man. The bonds holding his wrists above his head dropped suddenly as he collapsed on the cold metal floor.

“Come along, boy.” The strange voice commanded. “We have much to do to prepare and the master grows impatient.

The hero felt searing heat as hands pulled him up on his shaky feet. “Master? What master? What are you planning to do with me?”

The same searing hand slapped The Captain on his naked, frozen ass causing him to cry out in pain.

“Quiet, you.” The mysterious man said as he pulled the prisoner forward.

A couple of steps and Captain Canuck felt his entire body being enveloped in heat. Being taken from such a cold environment to this hot room was agony for the naked hero. It was like a thousand knives being plunged all over his body. A sheen of sweat formed all over his body which made the pain even force for him.

His vision was getting better now. The hero could see the shaven head of his captor as he led him into a room that looked like some kind of kitchen. Behind him the door shut tightly. Had they been keeping him in some kind of walk in freezer.

Two other men dressed in all black and shaven heads like the man who guided The Captain waited next to a large table. One of them laughed as they pointed down at the hero’s crotch. Captain Canuck blushed as he looked down and saw the shriveled state of his cock and balls. The cold had been so searing that his manhood had shrunk down to the point that it looked like more of a pussy than a cock.

“If that’s all he has, then the master is going to be very upset!” The man in black mocked.

“Hey, it was cold in there!” Captain Canuck protested. He had never been so mortified in his entire life.

“I guess our little hero was wearing a sock in his briefs,” The other man in black smirked.

“Quiet!” Their leader ordered. “We have work to do!”

The hero’s vision was almost completely back to normal and he noticed that there were huge kitchen knives hanging above the table. They were fifteen times the size of a normal kitchen knife. What the heck was going on here?

Not wanting to see how this would play out, Captain Canuck gathered as much strength as he could. The chains on his wrists shattered as he used this burst of strength. The men in black cursed as they leaped over the table to try and stop the hero from escaping.

A kick to the head took down the leader who crumpled to the ground. Going straight into fighting position, The Captain was ready to take down the other two. He had no clue what they had planned for him, but he wasn’t going to wait and see.

Captain Canuck cried out as he fell down to his knees clutching his balls. The leader held his hurting head in one hand and an electric taser in the other. The other two men in black quickly subdued the whimpering hero and dragged him over to the table.

“Lay him on his stomach!” Their leader ordered. “We’ll tenderize his backside first!”

The hero struggled weakly as more thick steel chains were tied to his wrists and ankles. His arms and legs were stretched towards each corner of the table until he was spread eagle. The Captain had been put in traps like this before, but this time he was completely naked and that made him feel much more vulnerable than he would like to admit.

“Let me out of here!” The hero ordered as he weakly struggled against his bonds.

His captors ignored him as they prepared their prisoner for their master. The leader took out what looked like a giant meat thermometer. Holy heck! He thought as terror began to grip him. What were they going to do with that?

It didn’t take long to have his question answered as they covered the steel thermometer with some kind of slime and pressed it right between his ass cheeks.

“NO!” He nearly screamed as his struggles increase.

As the thermometer entered his ass, the hero felt so helpless and vulnerable. Even though the size of the metal object wasn’t that large, nothing had ever been put in his ass before. The Captain used all of his ass muscles to expel the unwelcome device, but the leader kept pushing it in until only the round temperature reading was pressed against his bare cheeks.

Captain Canuck’s head swam as he started to feel strange feelings in his gut. Unable to push the steel rod from his ass, he grunted helplessly. His eyes widened as he felt a hand on his cock. Turning his head, he saw the bald leader shoving his flaccid cock into what looked like a turkey baster. The rubber squeeze end had been taken off to allow the plastic base to swallow the entire length of his cock. What kind of sickness did they have planned for him. The tip of the baster was blocked off with a tiny rubber stopper to prevent any fluids from escaping.

With now his ass and cock violated in the most sick manner, The Captain strained with all his might to break free of his bonds. A very conservative man when it came to sex, he could count on one hand how many times that he had relations with a woman. Even then the sex that he had was very vanilla. Ignorant to the varied exotic sexual practices, the hero felt like he was being taken into the very depths of hell.

“Oh God!” He cried softly. “Give me the strength to break free.”

“Praying isn’t going to help you, little hero!” One of the men in black gleefully gloated.

His eyes grew wide when he saw that the minion had a very large wooden tenderizer in his hand. Four times the size of a normal meat tenderizer, the man in black held it like a large club.

“What are you going to do with that?” Captain Canuck asked with fear in his voice.

The minion smirked as he lifted the tenderizer and slammed it down right on the hero’s bare ass! Screaming in agony, The Captain pulled at his chain with all of strength. The other two men in black joined in with their own gigantic tenderizers and took turns to beat them down against the hero’s naked body.

The room echoed with the helpless hero’s screams as the men in black beat every part of his body with their kitchen implements. To his horror, Captain Canuck started to feel a different kind of feeling. The thermometer in his ass began to vibrate slowly against his vulnerable prostate and that caused his cock to harden. It wasn’t long before the hero was fully erect filling the space of the baster almost completely.

The combination of pleasure and pain was as foreign to him as having sexual feelings for another man. His shattered mind could not reason out why he would be getting a sexual thrill from being beaten and tenderized.

It didn’t take long for Captain Canuck to start weeping openly. Although he tried to take his beating like a man, the tears could not be stopped. Wails of agony mixed in with his screams of pain that grew louder as the beatings went on.

“Muffle his cries!” The leader ordered to one of his minions.

The minion put down his tenderizer with an evil grin. “With pleasure boss.”

Captain Canuck watch with horror as the freak pulled down his pants and slapped his hard cock against his handsome face. Closing his lips tights, the hero silently vowed that he would never go so low as to suck another man’s cock.

“Open up or I will slice off your nipples slowly and then make you eat them.”

With tears streaming down his face, The Captain recoiled from the threat and slowly opened his mouth. He gagged as the cock was shoved in and started to piston in and out of his mouth.

“If I even feel a hint of teeth, I will chop your nuts off.” The minion threatened menacingly.

It was quite the sight to see our once powerful hero stripped naked and chained on his stomach on a kitchen counter. With a steel thermometer shoved up his ass and his throbbing erection trapped in a turkey baster, the back of his legs, ass, and back were smacked over and over again with the tenderizers.

The constant pushing on his prostate was too much for Captain Canuck to handle and his body began to shake from the forming of a powerful orgasm. The men stop their beating and pulled the turkey baster away from his convulsing cock so that only the head was covered. With a shuddering sigh gagged by the cock that he was forced to suck, the hero exploded in a mind shattering orgasm.

One of the minions took a hold of his shooting cock and began to milk the hero like a cow to make sure that every drop of cum was collected in the turkey baster. This made The Captain feel even more humiliated to be reduced to a sexual toy of his captors.

The minion fucking their prisoner’s face went over the edge right as the hero was trapped in a mind bending orgasm. He buried his cock deep in Captain Canuck’s throat and began to fill his mouth with cum. The Captain wanted to gag and spit out that vile seed, but the threat of his manhood being chopped off made him swallow every drop. He never felt so low in in his entire life.

His relief when the invading cock was take out of his mouth was short lived. The leader grabbed the turkey baster full of Captain Canuck’s cum and put the rubber end back on. To the utter horror and humiliation of the trapped hero, he watched as the man in black used the baster to cover his tenderized back with his own spent seed.

Once the baster was emptied, his cock was shoved back inside and the cycle continued. The three men in black took turns fucking his mouth while the other two worked on tenderizing his back side of his body. Every part of his battered body was subjected to this harsh treatment while the probing of his prostate kept him erect and horny. Another load was extracted from him and once again the cum was used to cover his black and blue body.

When the back was finished, they turned Captain Canuck over and started to work on his front side. Hours later, the hero no longer had any tears to shed or the voice to scream out his agony. He lost count how many times that he was forced to cum in that turkey baster and the expression on his face was the same as a zombie.

Captain Canuck’s breaking point was when his own cum was massaged into his face. By this time, his whole body smelt like a used condom. There was no way to escape that horrid smell. His entire body transformed from his alabastor skin to a combination of red, blue, and purple.

The hero shuddered as he felt his balls tighten from the beginnings of another orgasm. The turkey baster was pulled off his throbbing cock, but instead of the strings of cum exploding from his well used cock, a single drop slithered down his mushroom head.

“I think we milked all that this cow can offer,” The leader mocked as he pulled at the massively shrunken balls of his prisoner. “I will tell the master that the main course is ready for him. Bring him to the dining room.”

There was no fight left in The Captain as the minions unchained him and helped him to his feet. If they weren’t holding his arms, the hero would have collapsed on the ground. The thermometer was pulled from his ass giving the prisoner much-needed relief. Almost immediately his cock shriveled up, a shadow of its former glory.

Captain Canuck was taken from the kitchen and brought into a very elaborately decorated dining room. The table was full of men and women who looked and laughed at the naked helpless hero.

“Ah, our main course is about to start,” A handsome young man said from the head of the table. “This my friends is the famous Captain Canuck who is the champion of all of Canada. Quite the bottom rung when it comes to superheroes, but we all have to start from somewhere. Today he will be consumed to start our own rise to power.”

The guests all clapped as the hero was lain out in the middle of the dining room table. With no strength left to fight and exhausted physically and mentally, The Captain prayed that his end would come quickly. He didn’t even register how the guests ogled him and touched different parts of his body.

“Welcome to my table, Captain.” The host purred softly as he stroked the beaten face of his prisoner. “I am Count Cabrera and my associates and I will be dining on you tonight.”

“Why?” Captain Canuck pleaded hoarsely.

Count Cabrera moaned softly as he ran his tongue across the powerless hero’s face. “I want your power, dear one. I must say that you are more handsome that I anticipated. Such a shame to waste such a hunk of a man, but destiny waits for no man. Do you have any last words before we dine?”

“I,” The hero gasped as he tried very hard to put his words together. “I will stop you.”

“A hero to the end I see,” The villain smiled as he tugged on the tiny flaccid cock of the hunk in his power. “I am going to savor eating you.”

Powerless to put in the effort to struggles, Captain Canuck watched as The Count took a knife and fork. His heart was beating so quickly that it felt like it was going to explode in his chest. The knife rested softly on his worn out cock and he braced himself for the pain that was to come.

The windows burst sending glass flying everywhere as the guests screamed in shock. SWAT officers jumped through the broken windows with their guns pointed at everyone. Count Cabrera paled as he leaped off the table to find an escape route. Bullseyes leaped from where he was hiding and grabbed his employer. With a burst of smoke, he made his escape leaving the Count’s guests to be arrested by the police.

Captain Canuck sighed with relief as he felt himself being picked up. He turned his head and was staring right at the face of Captain America. “Sorry, we are late.” He said as he rushed the severely beaten hero towards the waiting ambulance.

The hero passed out feeling safe in the arms of his fellow crime fighter. The nightmare was over and he was safe.

 

Count Cabrera fumed as Bullseye watched from the shadows. “We were so close to finally finishing that damned hero.”

“You should have worked faster,” The villain growled.

“Shut up, I don’t pay you to give snide remarks.”

Bullseye’s eyes narrowed as anger painted his face. “That’s it! I don’t care how much money you are paying me, I am not going to take your shit anymore.”

With a flick of a wrist, the villain tossed a knife straight as The Count’s throat. Without even thinking, Count Cabrera caught the knife with lightning-fast reflexes. Staring at wonder at what he had done, the young man realized that he managed to absorb Captain Canuck’s powers.

Bullseye paled as his employer tossed the knife away. “How is that possible?”

There was only one explanation. Count Cabrera must have misread the ancient texts that sent him on this path of power. Walking slowly towards his hired villain, the young man easily overpowers him and tore off his costume.

Holding Bullseye cock in his hand, he prepared to drain him off all his power to add to his own. “Don’t worry, this is going to hurt you more than it hurts me.”

The screams of Bullseye echoed in the room as Count Cabrera began to consume him.

Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-Universe Part 3: The Deadly Pendant Chapter 8

Chapter 8

As Superboy rushed to dry himself, he heard someone entering his room. Thinking that it was his master, he threw his wet towel aside and rushed into his quarters. The hero stopped in his tracks when he saw who it was. Jeremy, the actor who portrayed him on television, stood in the middle of the room.

Mortified that the good looking actor was looking at him, the hero quickly covered his crotch with his hands. “What are you doing here?” He asked as he looked around. There was no one else in the room.

Jeremy glared at Superboy as he sat down on the cage in the center of the room. “Surprised to see me Superboy?” He said coldly.

The boy of steel nodded numbly as he expected his master to appear at any moment.

“That fat pig has been obsessed with you for a very long time, Superboy,” Jeremy explained as he stood to his feet. He started to slowly circle around the naked and confused hero. “It’s the reason why he decided to produce the show. It is the reason why he cast me as the part.”

Superboy felt sick as the depth of his captor’s plot was revealed to him. He could hear the anger in the actor’s voice as the stud circled around him.

“It was only a matter of time before he was able to have his way with me.” Jeremy snarled. “And it is all thanks to you.”

The hero blinked as those stunning words hit him hard. “What do you mean?”

The actor laughed bitterly as he stopped circling and stared straight into the confused hero’s eyes. “You think that you were the only one to be fucked by the monster? Oh no. You have only gotten a taste of the sick fuck’s perversions! While you were out saving the world, I was here at the fat motherfucker’s whims!”

Superboy stumbled back at the fierce intensity of his words. He wanted to desperately to help this angry young man yet his word still bound him as his master’s slave. “I’m sorry.” He whispered as he hung his head in shame. “I wish I could help you.”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow as he stared hatefully at the cowering hero. “He’s broken you.” He said softly. “The fat fuck actually broke Superboy. I didn’t believe Jack when he said it, but there can be no explanation. The great and powerful hero is just a sex toy for a fucking pervert.”

His face reddened as those words cut very deep inside him. The boy of steel could feel his eyes whelming up as his shame overwhelmed him.

“I guess there is only one thing to do now,” Jeremy said as he reached into his pocket.

Superboy flinched back in fear as he said a golden glow in the fist of the good looking actor. Reeling back, he cried out as his hands tried to shield himself from the effects of the gold kryptonite. “NO!”

“There only way for me to be free of you, Superboy, is to destroy you completely.” The stud said viciously.

The hero turned to flee as his body started to react to the rays of the deadly mineral. A great warmth started to form in the middle of his chest and slowly spread to the rest of his body. Superboy raced to the window and tried to break through. It was too late as his body bounced off the wall and he landed pitifully on the ground.

Jeremy stood over him holding the golden rock very close to the cringing hero. “How does it feel Superboy?” He mocked as he traced the kryptonite against the boy’s cheek. “Now you get to be like everyone else. I wonder if the fat fuck will even want you now.”

A tear of sorrow fell down the former hero’s cheek as the last of his powers started to vanish. He could feel the cool air against his skin and for the first time in his life, Superboy shivered from being cold.

The actor laughed as he grabbed Superboy by his hair and dragged him to his feet. The former boy of steel cried out at the first feeling of pain. Superboy grunted as he was slammed against the wall. Jeremy smirked as he slapped Superboy in the face.

“Not so tough now!” He snarled.

Superboy brought his hand to his sore face as he tried to shake the stars from his vision. “Please,” He whimpered as he cowered before the now stronger man.

“You don’t get any mercy from me, boy!” Jeremy almost screamed. “I’m going to reclaim back my life and I am going to start with you!”

The actor punched the helpless boy of tissue in his gut causing him to double over in pain. As his head went down, the stud’s knee slammed into his unprotected face. Superboy reeled back as he slammed his back into the wall. Even in his toughest fights, he never experienced pain like this before. His now powerless body was unprepared for this onslaught of pain.

Jeremy threw the defenseless boy on top of his cage and smiled as he stared at the spasming former hero. “It’s time to put you in your place once and for all!” He said as he slapped his victim’s muscled ass.

Superboy barely had the strength to move as he moaned pathetically on top of the cage. He looked behind him and his eyes grew wide as he saw the actor pull down his pants and underwear to reveal his hard cock. “Oh no!” He moaned as he was helpless to stop his impending rape.

“You had this coming, boy!” the stud snarled as he spits on his cock to lube it.

The former hero screamed as his ass was invaded for the first time in his life. Pain exploded everywhere as he felt strong arms around his waist pulling his hips up off the rough bars of the cage.

Jeremy laughed as he started to fuck the poor defenseless boy. “Oh, yea! Not so super anymore!”

Superboy wanted to struggle but something strange started to occur. The pain started to melt away and was replaced by a pleasure that quickly overwhelmed his body. His cock started to come alive and soon he was rock hard. Could he actually enjoy being dominated like this?

It didn’t matter to the vengeful actor as he took out all his suppressed frustration and anger on the once undefiled ass of the former hero. “Fuck yeah!” He moaned with pleasure. “I’m the fucking alpha now!”

In his heart, Superboy knew this to be true. He moaned like a bitch in heat as he started to move his ass so it would be fucked more. This feeling of pleasure awakened a part of him that he never knew existed. Perhaps the loss of his powers added to this overwhelming pleasure, but Superboy knew one thing. He now lived to submit to a stronger man.

It didn’t take long for Jeremy to lose control of himself and start to cum inside the former hero’s ass. With a bellowing cry of triumph, he buried his rod as deep as he could just as his cock exploded with his seed.

Superboy moaned as he felt each volley of cum hitting his vulnerable prostate. His own cock started to throb as he grew harder than he ever thought possible. With no one even touching his engorged tool, Superboy exploded with a powerful orgasm.

His vision dimmed as the intense feeling flooded his body and soul. There was nothing like this in the entire world and from that moment on, Superboy knew that he would only be complete with a dick in his ass.

The feeling seemed to last forever and the former hero was jolted back to reality as he felt his rapist withdraw from his battered ass. Superboy collapsed on top of the cage as he moaned in frustration. He wanted more. He needed to be dominated and fucked.

Jeremy looked down at his conquest and smiled. “Well, this was unexpected.” He said softly as he pulled up his pants.

The door to the room slammed opened and Mr. Arbuckle stormed into the room. “What is the meaning of this?” He demanded.

The actor glared at the fat prick who ruined his life. “It’s over!” He snarled as he walked towards the door.

Mr. Arbuckle stared at shock at the defiled hero before he turned to the pretty boy that he controlled for many months. “Get back here and explain yourself!”

Jeremy turned and shook his head. “You don’t control me anymore, you fat piece of shit! Release the pictures and videos, I don’t care anymore.”

The door slammed behind him as Superboy attempted to get up. There was no strength in his limbs and he just ended up slumping back down on the rough bars of the cage.

“What the hell happened?” His master whispered as he helped the former hero to his feet.

“He used the gold kryptonite on me, master,” Superboy whispered as he leaned on the producer for support.

He caught his reflection in the mirror and stared in horror. Superboy could barely recognize himself. Gone were his muscles from his body as the boy who stared back was now razor thin. How was this even possible? Superboy’s body had gone through some kind of transformation during his rape.

His cock which had gone back to being erect because of his master’s presence once was easily 9 inches but now looked barely to be 3 inches. His powerful arms, massive chest, and tree trunk legs all shriveled down to a thin layer of muscle to cover his bones.

“Is there any way to reverse this boy?” His master demanded as he stared in horror.

Superboy shook his head as he bowed his head. Gone forever were his amazing powers. He was now just like any human. Yet there was a need within him that was getting stronger and stronger. He needed to be fucked.

Mr. Arbuckle sighed as he let go of his slave and let him drop to the ground in exhaustion. “Pity,” He murmured as he walked towards the door. “Jack, show this boy out. I have no interest in him anymore.”

The former hero gasped as he realized that he was being thrown away like a broken toy. He managed to gather enough strength to crawl over to his master and cling to his leg. “Please master!” He pleaded. “Let me serve you!”

The producer turned his icy gaze to the powerless twink. He bent down and ripped the pendant from around his neck before forcing his leg free from the frightened boy. Without a word, he walked away.

Superboy crumbled down and started weeping. He had been completely and utterly destroyed. He continued to cry as Jack dragged him to his feet and took him to the gate of the manor. Flashes of light flooded him as the media descended on him like an angry swarm of bees.

Thousands of questions were hurled at him as he tried to make his way through the crowd of reporters while covering up as much of his naked body as possible with his hands. With no way to get back home to Metropolis, the former hero wondered what would become of him.

 

A mysterious figure stood on the rooftops and watched as the destroyed hero was mobbed by the reporters. He had come to save the poor boy from his fate, but it seems like he was too late.  He pulled his cape around him as a mystical portal opened up behind him and he stepped through it.

“It seems I was too late in this world as well.” He said almost to himself.

“What will you do now?” a voice said in his ear.

“I need to stop the imp before he destroys any more Supermen.” The dark figure said. “If this continues then none of us will be safe from the reproductions.”