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Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-Universe Part 3: The Deadly Pendant Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Superboy’s post-orgasmic bliss was shattered as his mind furiously tried to fight against the deadly magic of the red pendant around his throat. He couldn’t reveal this to his master. With kryptonite in his hands, he would be able to destroy and kill him without a single thought. His only saving grace through this ordeal was that his powers and invulnerability was intact.

Determined to keep this information to himself, the boy of steel looked up into the piggy eyes of the older man who controlled him. “Yes, master.” He whispered softly as his mind screamed in horror.

“Where is it?”

Once again Superboy was powerless to resist. “I keep them in my Fortress of Solitude, master.”

Mr. Arbuckle smiled as he pushed the frightened hero to the floor. Superboy fell on his bare ass as his cum drenched loincloth hit his stomach revealing his still hard and slick cock. The older man walked over to the window and opened it up.

“Listen to me very carefully, Superboy. I want to you to go to your fortress and retrieve every sample of kryptonite that you have stored there. I don’t want any side trips. Just go get what I want and nothing else. Come straight back here. If you are not back in 5 minutes, I will severely punish you!”

Superboy scrambled up to his feet as he looked down at his almost naked body. “You want me to go outside looking like this?” He gawked as his face reddened.

The producer looked at his watch and raised an eyebrow. “You have 4 minutes and 45 seconds left, Superboy.”

The hero gasped as he used his super speed to jump out the window and launch up in the air. He could see the lights of countless reporters that were camped out at the front gate trying desperately to get more information on the Boy of Steel’s strange behaviors.

Flying at top speed, he tried to fly fast enough that no one would notice him in this state. Within seconds, he was floating in space as he breathed a sigh of relief. With no time to spare, the hero dove back down to earth and raced to his Fortress.

It took a minute and a half for the young hero to make it to his home away from home. His hands actually were trembling as he went to his vault and retrieved several cases that contained the only mineral in the universe that could affect him. His short time limit was on his mind and gave him no time to think of a way out of this mess.

With a rush of air, he left his fortress and flew back to California. As he approached, Superboy realized that he only had a few seconds to spare so he had to fly right past the reporters who all tried to get footage of the fallen hero.

Landing through the window, he held the cases tight to his chest as he breathed heavily. Mr. Arbuckle smiled as he patted the terrified hero on his head like a good pet. He took the cases out of Superboy’s grasp and chuckled as the boy of steel looked white as a ghost.

Superboy was ordered to stand at attention as his master sat down with the cases on the table before him. His loincloth started to lift up as his cock hardened to full mast.

“Why don’t you educate me on these treasures, boy.” The fat producer said with an evil smile.

The hero flinched as he was forced to obey whatever the pervert commanded of him. He pointed on the table to the case that was on the far left. “This is green kryptonite, Master.” He said breathlessly. His heart was pounding in his chest as he trembled with fear. “This kind of kryptonite weakens me and will kill me with prolonged exposure.”

“How long does it take to kill you?”

“I don’t know, master,” Superboy said glumly fearing that his master was willing to try and figure it out. In reality, a quick death would have been a mercy for the boy in this situation, but his memory of the pain of exposure still haunted him to this day.

“The middle case contains red kryptonite, master.” Superboy continued. “The effects are random. Sometimes it turns me into a villain or alters my physical or mental traits. The last case contains gold kryptonite. T, th, the gold takes my powers away permanently.”

The boy of steel flinched at the interested look on his master’s face when he learned about the gold. His greatest fear in the world was being stripped of his powers forever. If he had his way, no one would ever discover this variety of kryptonite and know the man who controlled his body, now had a way to take away all of his fantastic powers.

Mr. Arbuckle picked up the gold kryptonite container and got up to his feet. Superboy stumbled away in fear as he held out his hands to somehow protect himself. “Please, master!” He almost shrieked. “Don’t do this!”

The fat producer had an evil look on his face as he walked slowly to the cringing hero. This horror topped by all the other humiliation inflicted on him this day sent the once brave boy over the edge. His body shuddered as he started weeping heavily. His back hit the wall behind him and the pervert just continued to come at him with the case.

“Oh, Rao, no!” Superboy whimpered as he cried like a baby.

His master held the box close to his slave’s face and put his hand on the lid. Superboy groaned as he lost control of himself. His hard erect cock quivered before it started to shoot urine all over the place. The first stream hit the boy in the face as he trembled against the wall. Soon his chest and stomach were covered in his own piss as his bladder emptied.

Mr. Arbuckle easily stepped back from the urine spouting hero and giggled as he enjoyed turned the mightiest hero in the world into a quivering mess. “I’ll make you a deal, Superboy.” He said as he smiled at the weeping hero. “You stop trying to resist me. You will do your best to be the perfect slave and I will promise to never use the gold kryptonite.”

Superboy shuddered as he tried to regain control over himself. Standing in a puddle of his own urine, he stared dumbly at the horrible man. If he agreed then he would be bound by his word of honor to give up his freedom and will. Yet either way, he was still going to be bound to the pervert. His only hope for escape would be for him to retain his powers.

With no other choice, the boy of steel nodded slowly. “Yes, master. I promise to be the perfect slave.”

Those damning words had more effect on Superboy than his master could ever dream of. Now bound by his word, the hero would never again even think of escaping from this fate. Earlier today he was Superboy, the boy of steel, and mightiest hero alive. Now he was just a toy for a fat pervert robbed of his free will and freedom.

His master wrinkled his nose as the smell of Superboy’s piss drenched body reached his sense of smell. “Go back to your quarter’s boy and get yourself cleaned up. There is a bathroom with a shower connected to your room. After you get cleaned up, I want you to wait in your cage for me.”

“Yes, Master,” Superboy said as he bowed his head in submission.

As he walked out of the living room, he saw that Jack was waiting outside. The blond servant sneered at the stinky hero and rolled his eyes. Superboy blushed deeply as he hurried away ready to get away from those hateful eyes.

He was able to trace his steps back to the room that was prepared especially for him. The boy felt the slim light of hope darken when he realized that this was his new home. Even if the pendant was taken off and he was given back his free will, he had pledged himself to serve his master. That promise was stronger than any magic in the entire world.

Superboy looked down and was relieved that his cock had finally softened again. He was very uncomfortable walking around with a raging erection no matter how much pleasure it had given him.

His piss and cum stained loincloth fell to the floor as the hero disrobed completely. He walked into the joining bathroom and started the shower. With the hot water as hot as he could get it, Superboy stepped in and let the steamy water hit his invulnerable skin.

Taking the soap in his hands, the hero tried his hardest to wash clean of the many many sins that he had committed this evening. Though most of the debauchery that he was ordered to do repulsed him, it did result in the most wonderful feeling that he ever experienced.

Superboy absently started to touch himself as he remembers the wonderful feeling of pleasure that he got when he experienced his first orgasm. It was everything he imagined it would be and more. Soon his cock started to come alive and for the first time outside of the magic of the pendant, Superboy experienced his first erection.

His hand started to stroke his massive tool as he replayed his first orgasm over and over in his mind. Though he hated to admit it to himself, he liked how his master had touched him during that blissful moment.

“What do we have here?” A voice pulled him back into reality.

Superboy’s eye’s snapped open as he looked in horror at his master standing in the bathroom. “Master!” He cried out as he tried to cover his massive hard on with his hands.

Mr. Arbuckle frowned as he reached in the shower and touched Superboy on the lips. “I don’t recall giving you permission to pleasure yourself.”

The simple touch caused the boy to shudder with pleasure. “I’m sorry master!” He pleaded afraid that he accidently broke his promise.

“Should I go and get the gold kryptonite?”

“NO!” Superboy shouted as he jumped from the shower and wrapped his arms around his master’s legs. “Please don’t!”

Mr. Arbuckle smiled over his leverage he had over the once-proud and mighty hero. “Either way you deserve to be punished. Finish cleaning yourself! You have 30 seconds to meet me outside your room.”

Superboy burst into a frenzy of speed as he rushed to obey his master. His stomach fluttered at the thought of punishment and with the kryptonite in his master’s hands, he would be vulnerable to everything.

 

Jack waited until his master left the living room until he quickly hurried back to his own quarters. He was already sick of Superboy and wanted nothing more than to get rid of him forever. As he stepped into his room, he picked up his cell phone and dialed.

“Hey, it’s me. I just got a very interesting piece of information. The master got a hold of Superboy’s kryptonite stash. Do you know what this means? Alright. I will wait for you to come. Come after midnight and we can surprise the prick!”

Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-universe Part 3: The Deadly Pendant Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Superboy shivered as he looked down at his naked body. His monster cock was rock hard and a small river of precum ran down his thick shaft. The police were his best hope of escaping this nightmare, but he would never live down this shame if they saw him aroused like this.

Mr. Arbuckle looked at his slave thoughtfully and a smile slowly crept on his face. He waddled over to one of the dressers and opened the top drawer. Superboy paled when the fat man pulled out a loincloth with his ‘S’ shield blazed on the middle of the skimpy cloth. He had assumed that his master would let him be dressed in his famous uniform, but as the loincloth was tied around his slim waist he knew that he would not be so lucky.

The loincloth would have barely covered his low hanging balls in normal circumstances but his erection caught the center of the skimpy cloth and made it so half of his hard shaft was exposed. Superboy blushed as he imagined the police seeing him in this state. A part of him almost wished that he would not have to face them.

His shame deepened even more when the fat producer revealed a leather dog collar with a tag in the shape of his shield. The hero clenched his fists helplessly as his master fastened the collar around his neck. Superboy caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and nearly burst into tears. Earlier today he was the most powerful being on the planet and now he has been reduced to a sex slave for a disgusting fat pervert.

Mr. Arbuckle attached a leash to the collar and started to walk making Superboy follow closely behind. Every step caused his erection to rub against the smooth cloth of his loincloth that enhanced his pleasure. His engorged cock started to produce even more precum that quickly soaked the thin fabric. He could feel the cool air on his bare ass that sent a shiver down his spine.

Jack was waiting outside the sitting room and arched his eyebrow when he saw the scantily clad hero. Superboy felt his face heat up as those hateful eyes took in his almost naked form.

“Wait here with Superboy while I talk with the police.” Mr. Arbuckle said briskly as he handed the leash to his faithful servant.

As the fat man went inside the sitting room, Superboy felt relief when he felt his erection start to go down. He had never been this hard for this amount of time and he was actually starting to feel a little bit of pain from the amount of blood being pumped to his cock to keep his arousal going.

“I am sorry to keep you waiting, Officers.” The voice of his enslaver was heard through the slightly open door. “How can I help you?”

“We have reports that you were seen riding Superboy and we are here to investigate.” The baritone voice of the police officer answered.

Superboy felt that ray of hope blossom as he dared to hope that this ordeal would finally be over. He started to imagine the kind of payback that he would give the fat pervert for this humiliating torture.

“It is quite simple,” Mr. Arbuckle’s voice said smugly. “Superboy and I were engaging in a simple role play. You see we met when he was on my set to guest star on my show. We got to talking and found out that we were attracted to each other. Superboy confided in me that he always fancied being dominated by an older man.”

What the heck? Superboy thought as he listened to his master’s explanation. He could not believe that such perverted things were being said about him. He wanted to tear open the door and protest that these words were not true. Yet the magic of the deadly pendant kept him firmly in place.

One of the Officers coughed uncomfortably. “I find this very hard to believe, Mr. Arbuckle.”

“Let me prove it to you, then. Superboy come in here please.”

Superboy fought with all his might to resist but his body refused to listen as it obeyed the perverted man who controlled him. He entered the room and flinched when he saw the shocked expressions of the police officers.

“Head down, hands behind your back.” His master ordered as the hero quickly complied.

The boy of steel’s horror went into overload when he felt his cock start to come alive. Still bound by the rule that he must always be erect in his master’s presence, his damp loincloth started to rise as his rod grew longer and thicker. It didn’t take long for him to be fully erect as he stood helplessly.

“You see how Superboy finds this to be sexually exciting?” Mr. Arbuckle said with a small smile. “Superboy, tell the police officers that you are here by your own free will.”

The hero’s mind screamed as he was horrified that he would have to be forced to lie. His strict ethics had him always telling the truth. He had never told a lie in his entire life. “I am here by my own free will.”

The cops blinked in surprise as they stared at the almost naked and sexually excited hero. Superboy could see the disgust painted on their face. This will be even more damaging than his being forced to act like a horse. This story will spread and soon the world will think that their greatest hero was a sexual deviant.

“I’m sorry to have bothered you, Mr. Arbuckle.” One of the cops said as they got to their feet. “Just make sure that you keep this kind of activity in the privacy of your own home. No more public displays.”

“Absolutely Officer,” the master assured as the last light of hope died in the red faced hero. “We promise to keep our fun more private.

As the police officers made their way to the door, Superboy desperately wanted to stop them from going. “WAIT!” he cried out as he tried to fight the control the fat pervert had over him.

The cops stopped in shock as they turned and faced the sexually excited teen. Superboy worked his mouth as he tried to form the words that would free him from this nightmare. His master was quicker as he moved in close to the boy of steel.

“You will offer them a blow job!” He whispered fiercely.

Superboy wished that he would fall dead right then and there, but the magic of the pendant made it impossible for him to resist. “May I offer you a blow job before you leave?” He asked in a very small voice.

One of the police officers’s blanched and glared as he hurried from the room. The other looked thoughtfully as he stared at the horrified hero. “You are lucky that I am here with my partner Superboy.” He said in a softly dreadful tone. “I would have never imagined that you were a faggot, but I would watch yourself in the future.”

“You are welcome to come back when you are off duty, Officer.” Mr. Arbuckle said with a huge grin. “Superboy will be my guest for a while and would be happy to make good on his generous offer.”

The police officer nodded slowly as he left the room. Superboy squeezed his eyes shut as he felt tears starting to form. He never felt as low as he did now. He could hear his only hope of escaping this nightmare fade faster and faster as their footsteps grew faint.

Mr. Arbuckle was frowning as he stared at his sexually excited slave. “It seems that you still have not learned your new place in life, Superboy.”

He tapped his lips thoughtfully as he slowly circled the helpless hero. Superboy felt his dread rising as he wondered what was next for him. His hard cock seemed to quiver with excitement as it continued to mock the powerless boy. All of his amazing powers could not help him as he was prey to this older man.

The producer grabbed the hero’s leash and led him to one of the large couches. He sat down as he guided the perfect muscular Kryptonian body against the fat folds of his own. Superboy grimaced as he felt hands roaming down his back and across his bare ass. The hero shivered as the invading hands started to tickle the small area between his full balls and bubble butt.

“Kiss me!” The pervert ordered breathlessly as he continued to explore the boy’s ass.

Superboy puckered his lips as he awkwardly moved his head forward. This was another first for him as their lips met. Despite coming from a man who he despised and felt no sexual attraction towards, the boy felt a small pleasure. He felt his master’s tongue slip into his slightly open mouth as it massaged his own tongue. Superboy had heard about french kissing before but he didn’t know what he was supposed to do. He blindly copied his master’s movements as he closed his eyes and imagined that it was Lana.

When their lips finally parted, Mr. Arbuckle smiled as he continued to run his hands over the helpless hero’s ass. Superboy sighed as he rested his head against the chest of his captor. He enjoyed that more than he would like to admit.  His abdominals were slick and wet with the precum that flowed from his engorged cock.

His master started to guide his slave by his ass as he made the boy start to grind and hump against his fat folds. Superboy moaned softly as he could feel the red stone around his neck almost mocking his helplessness. His loincloth was drenched with his excitement and the wet material had molded itself around the thickness of his erection.

The friction that his cock was causing with his grinding produced a feeling that Superboy had never felt before in his life. He had heard boys in the locker room talking about things like this, but he had never tried it himself. The guiding hands on his ass only seemed to add to his mounting pleasure as more and more groans started to escape his lustful parted lips.

Superboy gasped as a powerful surge started to form in his balls. Suddenly aware of the danger he was in, he tried to stop his hips from grinding into the fat folds of his master. “Oh no!” He cried out as the surge started to rise towards his rock hard cock.

It was too late as the surge unleashed something unstoppable in the virgin boy’s body. “NO!” Superboy wailed as vainly tried to will the surge to stop. His cock refused to listen as something ripped through his shaft towards his mushroom head

Superboy’s body started to shudder out of control as he felt something wet explode out of his cock., “No!” He cried out as his once virginal cock betrayed him. “Oh Rao, no!”

Mr. Arbuckle started to moan with pleasure himself as he continued to guide his slave to grind against him. The spasming muscled body of his slave against him was the tipping point for him as well. He hugged his large arms around the orgasming boy as he pressed the boy of steel tightly against him.

Clenching his fists as the most shaming yet pleasurable experience of orgasming flowed through his cock, Superboy buried his face into his captor’s chest. This was both the best and worst moment in his life. Tears started to flow from his crystal blue eyes as he realized that this pervert had stolen his virginity.

As the last blast of Kryptonian cum erupted from his pulsating cock. Superboy sighed with contentment as the orgasm finally started to fade. It was replaced by a feeling of afterglow that temporarily made him forget this shaming act.

Mr. Arbuckle held the still weeping boy tightly as he also felt the afterglow of a powerful orgasm. “Such a good boy,” He said as he petted the boy of steel.

Superboy felt a strange comfort as he lay in the tight embrace of his captor. For the first time of this horrible nightmare, he felt safe as he clung to the man who stole his virginity.

This safe feeling was only temporary when he felt his master whispering in his ear. “Tell me, Superboy, do you have any kryptonite?”

Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-universe Part 3: The Deadly Pendant Chapter 5

Chapter 5

It was with a sigh of relief when Superboy was able to land in a very expansive and rich front yard of a sprawling mansion. He felt the massively fat man get off his back and sighed as he went to get back on his feet.

“Stay on your hands and knees, Superboy!” Mr. Arbuckle ordered.

Unable to resist the vile man’s commands, the boy of steel returned to his hand and knees. He could feel his rock hard cock pressing against the spandex of his tights and it served as a constant reminder that he was enslaved to the pervert.

The front door of the mansion opened to reveal a very good looking blond young man. He had a dimpled smile on his face that did not match the coldness of his blue eyes. “Welcome home, master.” He said a bit stiffly.

Mr. Arbuckle smiled as walked over to the young man. “Thank you, Jack.” He said as he lightly swatted the blond’s behind.

“The news is broadcasting your ride home as we speak. The phone has been ringing off the hook with calls from reporters.”

The executive producer chuckled as he looked down at his prize still on his hands and knees. “I should have expected them to act so quickly. No matter. Secure the gates and let no one in without my permission. Let them speculate while I have my fun! Superboy, come with me!”

Superboy tried with all of his might to resist the command but found himself crawling after the fat man who had conquered him. He could feel the head of his cock pressing hard against his yellow belt as the knees of his tights started to get stained with the dust of the pavement.

Jack stared at him with a flat look that only made the once mighty hero blush with shame as he passed the good looking young man. Those crystal blue eyes seemed to scald more than his powerful heat vision.

Climbing the stairs proved to be awkward as Superboy was not used to moving on his hands and knees. The movement only seemed to stimulate his already engorged cock even more and he could feel the dampness on his tights and briefs grow with each movement.

When Superboy finally made it up the stairs and into the house, he was amazed by the rich furnishings. Growing up in a poor farm house in Smallville, he was totally caught off guard by such finery.

“Jack, I have some phone calls to make. Take Superboy to his new quarters and prepare him for me.” Mr. Arbuckle commanded as he disappeared into one of the many doors. “Superboy, you will follow Jack and listen to him as you would me.”

“Yes, Master,” Jack said humbly.

When they were alone, the young man’s face looked pissed off as he stared down at the helpless hero in hate. “Come along, Superfreak! I have a ton of work to do and don’t have time to babysit you.”

He started down the hall walking briskly until he noticed that the hero could not keep up on his hands and knees. “For heaven’s sake!” He sneered as he rolled his eyes. “Stop crawling and walk like a normal human!”

Superboy sighed with relief as he got up to his feet and started to follow. What was even better was that his erection finally started to go down. His briefs were still slick with his precum, but at least he wasn’t walking around with a huge tent in his tights.

As he was taken through the huge mansion, the boy of steel found himself lost in the many rooms and hallways that he was taken through. Thoughts of escape crossed his mind many times, but the pervert’s orders kept him from acting them out. Clearly, he was helpless to resist the commands that he was given.

Superboy glanced at the still pissed off young man who clearly despised him. Was he another victim of Mr. Arbuckle? Perhaps this was the key to escaping the pervert’s control. He was ordered to follow his orders. If he could convince Jack to order him his freedom then he could escape and figure out how to counter what ever hold the fat producer had over him.

“Can you help me, Jack?” Superboy said earnestly. “I don’t know how the Master is controlling me, but you can help me escape. In return, I will set you free from his grasp.”

Jack stopped and stared at the muscular boy. His mouth twisted in fury as he glared at the hero. “Do you think I am forced to be here, Superboy?” He started to laugh as Superboy stared back in shock. “The Master pays me very well for my loyalty. Not only that but until you came along, I was his favorite. I say let the Master have his fun with you. When he is bored and throws you away like the piece of garbage that you are, I will be waiting for him. I don’t know how he is controlling you, but I will enjoy it when he punished you once I tell him about this!”

Superboy’s mouth worked silently as he recoiled from the heated words of the beautiful blond. He had hoped that he was in the same situation as he was, but now he had only made things worse for himself. “Please don’t tell the Master!” He begged as he trotted to keep up with the furious young man.

“Shut up!” Jack snapped in anger.

The hero opened his mouth to speak but found himself closing it. The young man’s hold over him was just as powerful as the fat producer who enslaved him. For the rest of their walk, he tried to form a plan that would free him from this nightmare.

Jack finally stopped in front of a door and Superboy gasped when he saw his ‘S’ shield planted in the middle of the door. He walked into the room and stopped in shock. The walls were painted with same shades of red, blue, and yellow there were on his costume. In the center of the room was a huge cage that had a thin mattress inside it. The door to the cage also had his ‘S’ shield styled supported by the steel bars of the cage. A couple of dressers lined up against the wall as well as an open door that led into a spacious closet. Superboy could see clothes hung up all were the same colors of his costume.

“This will be your home while you stay here,” Jack said stiffly. He opened the door to the cage and turned to glare at the shocked hero. “Get inside and wait until the Master is ready for you! You will not use your powers in any way or try to leave the cage until you are told that it is alright.”

With a heavy sigh of defeat, Superboy was forced to comply by whatever power that fat pervert had over him. The cage was not tall enough for him to stand, so he had sit on his knees as the young man closed the cage door leaving him trapped inside. He could have easily destroyed the steel bars with little to no effort, but they might as well have been made of kryptonite since he was forbidden to use his powers.

“Please don’t leave me here!” Superboy begged as his last chance of freedom was quickly vanishing. “I’ll do anything!”

Jack rolled his eyes as he walked to the door. “Go to hell, Superboy!” He snarled as he shut the door behind him.

Superboy groaned with frustration as he was left alone in this cage. He reached for the bars and felt the cool steel in his grip. Just one little tug and they would bend before his might. However, his muscles refused to listen to his silent commands. The hero focused his eyes and tried to summon his heat vision to melt the bars of his cage, but nothing happened. He punched the floor in frustration that normally would have resulted in a small crater, but his powers were locked away just as he was.

With nothing to do, but to sit in his cage, Superboy tried furiously to think of a way to escape. This had all started when he put on this pendant that was still wrapped around his neck. This had to be the source of Mr. Arbuckle’s control over him. He reached up to touch the slightly glowing red stone, but a jolt of pain exploded in his fingers. What kind of stone was this? He thought desperately. If he could just remove this pendant then he would be able to be free from the iron grip control that the pervert had over him.

Superboy tried to touch the magical necklace again and again, but each time brought a searing pain that made him want to scream with anguish. No matter what he tried, the thin chain refused to move. Unable to take the pain anymore, he lay on the thin mattress panting with exhaustion.

The door opened and for a second the boy of steel thought that he might be rescued. His hope flicked out and died when Mr. Arbuckle walked into the room. The producer looked down at the panting hero and raised an eyebrow.

“Trying to take off my gift to you, Superboy?” He said softly. “Only I can take it off and I won’t be doing that for a very long time.”

The hero felt a chill go down his spine as he realized that he was truly trapped in the older man’s web. What was worse was that he felt his cock start to harden once again. He had forgotten that he was ordered to be erect whenever he was in his master’s presence.

Mr. Arbuckle opened the cage door. “Come on out Superboy. I want to get a better look at my prize.”

Superboy had no choice but to obey as he crawled out of his cage and stood at attention before the enormously fat man. His cock tented his tights and briefs making his arousal very clear to see.

“Take off your costume!” His master ordered to the dismay of the helpless hero.

The boy of steel paled as he reached up and removed his cape. No one had seen him naked since he was a toddler. Even at the pool, he always wore a baggy shirt and shorts. The thought of having this pervert ogle at his naked body sent waves of shame through the powerless hero. He had always dreamed of revealing his muscular body to Lana Lang on their wedding night.

Mr. Arbuckle took the hero’s cape from his slave and dropped it to the floor. Superboy wanted to snatch it up and fold it neatly, but his body could only listen to the orders of his master. His boots and belt were taken off by the mortified boy as they were surrendered and added to the growing pile. The symbolism was not lost on the boy of steel as his costume was discarded as if they were of no importance.

Standing in only his briefs, shirt, and tights, Superboy felt his shame increase a thousand fold as he slowly peeled off his precum stained briefs. The outline of his cock was clearly seen now that it was only concealed by his blue tights. Part of the reason that his costume had briefs was to keep his manhood hidden from the rest of the world. The mushroom head pressed tightly against the fabric and was surrounded by a wet spot of precum that was slowly growing.

Once his briefs were taken and then thrown aside, Superboy reaches down and started to peel his shirt off. As the shirt inched its way up to the hero’s neck, his abdominals were revealed for the first time in his life. Where most men dreamed of having a ‘six pack’, Superboy easily surpassed this. Mr. Arbuckle counted and smiled when he saw that the Kryptonian had a ‘12 pack’ of rock hard pure muscles in his midsection.

The shirt inched its way up until it was pulled over the helpless hero’s head and handed over to the gawking pervert. Superboy blushed as his naked upper body was greedily stared at by the fat man. Like his abdominals, his pectorals were twin slabs of pure muscle. Twin quarter sized nipples crowned his smooth muscular chest that was hard from the cool air.

Superboy’s heart raced when he realized that his tights were the only thing left of his modesty. His mind screamed in horror and resistance, but his powerful body ignored the protest and continued to obey its new master. As his tights were slowly peeled off his thick muscular legs, Superboy gasped as his hard cock bounced in the freedom of its spandex cage. There was a forest of thick black hair that framed his manhood but in no way diminished the massive size of his leaking hard cock.

His legs were just as impressive as the rest of his muscular body that was just as smooth. The definition of muscle seemed unreal as an aura of power seemed to radiate from the now naked superhero. His ass was both muscular and round as his cheeks clenched instinctively.

Mr. Arbuckle took the tights and casually tossed it to the pile of the rest of his discarded costume. Superboy blushed as he looked down at the ground in shame. His cock pulsed with excitement as it stood almost 90 degrees, but seemed to tilt slightly to the man who enslaved the once powerful hero.

“Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine such a perfect boy.” The fat man breathed softly as he took in the naked hero.

Superboy gasped as his master softly grasped his engorged cock and tugged on it. He felt his knees start to buckle as the first pleasure of having another hand on his cock was overwhelming. His heart raced and pounded against his chest as he felt a surge in his balls that he never felt before in his life. Unlike most boys, Superboy had never masturbated. His parents were very conservative and strict and had told him that he should save himself for his wedding night.

Now his fragile chastity was shattered as a disgusting pervert tugged on his erect cock. Superboy’s shame had many layers as he was helpless to stop his master from touching him. First was the shame of being naked in front of another man. Second was the shame of having an uncontrollable erection. The greatest shame was the pleasure that he felt with each tug on his massive erection.

A timid knock sounded on the door as Jack poked his head inside. “I’m sorry to bother you master, but the police are at the gate and requests your presence.”

Mr. Arbuckle rolled his eyes as Superboy felt a surge of hope. This was an opportunity to finally escape his nightmare.

“Let them in the gate and have them wait in the sitting room. I’ll be right there.” The producer instructed. He gazed back at his helpless slave wearing nothing but the glowing pendant around his thick neck as he squeezed his erect cock. “Play time is temporarily postponed.”

Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-universe Part 3: The Deadly Pendant Chapter 4

Chapter 4

“Cut!” The director called out as she stepped forward with Mr. Arbuckle besides her.

“I’d hate to delay our tight schedule, but I need to see Superboy in my office.” the executive producer said with a tight smile.

Superboy reached up to take off the pendant.

“Don’t worry about that right now, Superboy.” Mr. Arbuckle said in a no-nonsense voice. “Props can get it back later.”

The boy of steel shrugged and followed the massive man towards the offices. “What’s going on?” He asked with a touch of worry in his voice.

“It’s better if we talk when we are alone.”

When they got to the executive producer’s office, Superboy watched as Mr. Arbuckle shut and locked the door as well as closing all the blinds. When he turned around there was a look of triumph on his face.

Superboy was confused as the fat older man reached over and started to softly trace the ‘S’ shield on his chest. “What’s going on here?” He demanded.

The producer raised an eyebrow as his hand reached up and lifted the confused hero’s chin. “Mind your manners, Superboy, or I will have to punish you.”

The hero laughed as he stepped back from the invading touch. “Is this some kind of joke?” He scoffed as he folded his arms across his chest.

Mr. Arbuckle’s face clouded with anger as he snapped his fingers. “Front and center, Superboy. Stand at attention!”

Superboy rolled his eyes at the idea of some sick pervert thinking that he could order him around, but his eyes widened when he found himself doing exactly as ordered.

“What the….” He said as his face was painted with confusion. “Can’t move!”

The fat producer smiled as he gloated at the helplessness of his newest victim. “I now control you Superboy.” He said with a touch of breathlessness. “Your body belongs to me!”

“How is this possible?”

Mr. Arbuckle resumed his soft caress of Superboy’s chest as he licked his lips in lust. “That’s not for you to know, boy.”

Superboy tried with all of his might and strength to move even a little part of his body, but failed miserably. His body refused to listen to what his mind was saying. “You won’t get away with this!”

The producer’s eyes narrowed as he suddenly slapped the hero across the face. Clutching his hand, he howled in pain as every bone in his hand felt like it had been broken.

The boy of steel smiled as he realized that his invulnerability was intact. The sick man might be able to control his body, but he was not able to take away his powers.

It took several minutes for Mr. Arbuckle to recover as he pulled out a can of soda from his mini-fridge and used the coldness to numb his hand. He glared at the helpless hero as he sat down at his desk.

A knock at the door interrupted his stare and the fat man leaped up and placed a finger over the boy’s lips. “Not a word!” He hissed quietly. “Crawl under my desk and wait.”

Superboy struggled with all his might to shout out or fly away, but he found himself doing exactly as he was commanded. Crawling like a dog, he scurried under the desk and sat there on his hands and knees as he tried to figure out a way to break this hold that was over him.

The hero heard the door open creek open. “Mr. Arbuckle,” a male voice said tentatively. “The director was wondering how long your meeting with Superboy was going to take,”

“Superboy had some urgent business to take care of,” He heard the producer lie smoothly. “He said he was not sure when he would have the time for another shoot. Have everyone pack everything up for the day. We’ll continue shooting tomorrow morning.”

“Yes, sir”

Superboy heard the door shutting and footsteps coming towards him where he was hidden under the producer’s desk.

“Stand at attention in the middle of the room!” Mr. Arbuckle commanded.

Unable to resist, the boy of steel instantly obeyed. He watched warily as the older man slowly circled him looking over his prize. The hero tried to speak but his command of silence made it impossible for him to open his mouth.

“You don’t know how long I have dreamed of this moment.” the fat man breathed heavily as started to run his hands over the hero’s torso. “The great Superboy forced to submit and serve me!”

Superboy felt a shiver of fear as his mind screamed for his body to obey. The invading hands made him feel strange. No one had ever touched him in this way and his young body started to react.

“It’s time we went over the rules, Superboy. Rule number 1: You will always address me as Master!”

The hero’s eyes bulged in anger as he struggled to escape whatever hold the fat bastard had over him. The older man’s hands continued to caress his spandex covered chest.

“Rule number 2: You will always have an erection in my presence.”

This man is insane, Superboy thought. He might be able to control him like a puppet, but there was no way that he…. A warm pleasant feeling began to fill the hero and he grunted as something began to twitch in his tights. His eyes tried to look down, but his body was locked into place from the disgusting man’s orders.

If he could look down, the boy of steel would have seen that his bulge started to expand outward. Even his cock was forced to obey as it lengthened and hardened as it created a tent in his tights. The pleasure he felt was out of this world and his head spun as the hero could not believe what he was feeling. His pleasure was tinged with revulsion and fear as he wondered what his master had planned for him.

Mr. Arbuckle stared down at the boy’s tented tights with his mouth slightly open and lust deep in his beady eyes. His hands shook a little as he licked his lips and started to move towards the hero’s unwanted erection. The fat man’s own pants started to expand as Superboy stood there like a statue completely helpless to stop the older man.

A finger softly touched the part of his red briefs where the head of his cock tried ripping free through the spandex. Superboy wanted to gasp but the evil man’s orders to keep quiet kept his vocal cords frozen in place. He desperately wanted to push the man away as the finger traced every line and curve of his mushroom head.

Superboy had never felt someone touch him like this. His ma and pa always told him that he must ignore any kind of sexual feelings and that it must be saved for the woman that he married. He never even touched himself in this manner let alone someone else touching his privates.

His captor almost cooed when a wet spot started to form where his finger was exploring. The fat producer added more fingers that grasped the hero’s cock head through his briefs and tights and started to pull and squeeze on it.

If Superboy had any control of his body, he would have been moaning uncontrollably. His knees wanted to buckle from the immense pleasure that flooded his body, but the evil man’s orders kept his muscled body in place. His inability to react just seemed to intensify the pleasure he was feeling as there was no outlet for it to escape.

“You don’t know how long I have waited for this moment.” Mr. Arbuckle almost whispered as his hand continued to tug on the helpless boy’s erection. His other hand resumed roaming over Superboy’s broad chest and occasionally pinched one of his nipples through the spandex material.

An electric bolt of pleasure exploded within the boy of steel as his body was molested. The wet spot on his briefs seemed to get larger as feelings that he never knew where possible made his head spin. Superboy could feel a surge deep in his balls start to form that both alarmed him and excited him at the same time. This was wrong on so many levels but despite his revulsion, there was something deep within him that was enjoying every second

The producer looked as if he forced himself to stop touching his slave’s unbidden erection as he looked deep in the fear stricken eyes of his new boy. “Perhaps we need to go someplace a little more private.” He said with a huge grin on his face.

He walked over to one of the doors in the office and pulled it open to reveal a closet. To Superboy’s horror, the fat man pulled out a small saddle as well as reins that were connected to some kind of long wooden bit.

Superboy had no choice but to obey when he was ordered on his hands and knees. Like some kind of beast of burden, the saddle was fitted on his broad back. It fit perfectly as if it was made specifically for his muscled frame. Was Mr. Arbuckle going to ride him like some kind of horse? The aspect made him red with fury but he was unable to put up any kind of resistance.

The bit was placed between his teeth and the hero could feel the leather reins almost caressing both of his cheeks as it rested on his neck. No one in their right mind would have believed their eyes to see the mighty Superboy saddled like a horse sporting a huge erection between his legs.

One of the blinds and windows were opened and a gentle breeze began to blow into the room. The fat man smiled as he patted the helpless hero on his head like he was some kind of pet before settling down on the saddle attached to his back. His weight would have crushed a normal human, but Superboy was easily able to support that kind of weight on his back.

Mr. Arbuckle lightly slapped the leather reins against the hero’s neck. “Giddy up, Superboy.”

His teeth wanted to snap the invading bit in his mouth in two, but Superboy was still compelled to listen to the pervert. His hand and knees started to move forward as the greatest hero in the world was reduced to giving pony rides.

The reins pulled his head back as the hero stopped moving. “No, Superboy. I want you to fly!”

Superboy felt his face drain with horror as his body started to comply. Surely the older man did not mean for him to be seen out in public like this. The sprawling studio was always filled with people at all times of the day and night. Yet there was no resistance as he floated in the air easily supporting the weight of the heavy man.

With a gust of air, the boy of steel flew through the open window right into the public view. His face reddened with humiliation as people started to point and stare. Several took out their phones to take pictures and videos of their hero and idol being ridden in the sky. His shame increased when they noticed the spandex covered erection in his briefs and the flashes of pictures of his excitement being taken started to look like a sea of stars.

Mr. Arbuckle laughed as he sat on the back of his boy toy slapping his spandex covered ass. He made the defenseless hero circle several times around the studio to make sure that the people were able to get their fill of Superboy being ridden like a horse.

Superboy could not believe that this was happening! The damage that this will cause to his reputation would be almost impossible to repair. Those pictures and videos were almost guaranteed to go viral and he would be the laughing stock of the world.

With an inward sigh of relief, his captor directed him to fly away from the studio. He could feel the hardness of his erection still pulsing in his tights and his mind was getting weary of trying to break through the invisible wall that prevented him taking back control of his body. He had no idea what Mr. Arbuckle had planned for him, but nothing scared more than being in control of this fat pervert.

The Presidential Adventures of Ronald Rump

This is a series that I read this week. According to the Author, a new book will be published every week. This first book has Ronald Rump going through his Inauguration with several guests that you will recognize. I never laughed so much in my life. In these tough political times, it is nice to read such erotic satire.

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The Presidential Adventures of Ronald Rump

 

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

Chapter 3

Jeremy screamed through the fat hand covering half of his face as his body shook with a powerful orgasm. His cum exploded from his hard cock and hit the oak wood desk. Mr. Arbuckle fucked his ass in a fast rhythm that seemed to defy the bulk over his body. Soon he couldn’t hold back anymore and he buried his cock deep in the actor’s ass as he filled his hole with cum.

The stud sighed with relief as the pleasure of his orgasm washed over his body. It had been two weeks since he had been caught in the web of blackmail from his boss. During that time, Mr. Arbuckle had called on him many times to fulfill his sexual needs.

Jeremy had been fuck in the ass and face so many times that he had lost count of the number of sexual assault that had been hammered on his sculpted body. His initial plan to figure out a way to escape from the perverted grasp of the producer melted away quickly as each sexual act had been recorded and stored away to keep him in check.

Resigned to his fate, the actor began to hate Superboy with a passion. Each time he was summoned to the fat man’s office or house, he was ordered to wear the hero’s costume and each perverted act forced on him made his hate grow more and more.

Mr. Arbuckle slapped him on his ass before dismissing him. The stud made sure to keep his anger and hatred bottled up as he thanked the older man and put in the butt plug that was given to him. The fucker got off knowing that his seed was deep in his violated ass. Pulling up his tights, he hurried to his dressing room.

Jeremy looked at himself in the mirror almost not recognizing the face that looked back. Everyone else thought that he looked the same as always, but there was a haunted look of a defeated soul. He glared at the red and blue costume that hugged tight to his body. Superboy was the reason that he had been turned into a gay sex toy. His hatred burned like a candle in the dead of night.

Pulling himself together, the stud put on a smile and walked towards the studio. No one must never know about his horrible secret.

 

Theo smiled as his newest boy left his office. That boy had such a sweet ass that he was tempted to call him back for another round. Jeremy easily rose the ranks to his favorite boy and he could feel himself getting hard just thinking about the Superboy actor.

“I must say that your boy is a dead ringer for Superboy,” a strange voice said behind him. “However I prefer the real thing!”

The fat producer cursed as he whirled around and found him face to face with a strange little floating imp. “Who the hell are you and why are you in my office.”

The imp chuckled as he danced in the air. “You can call me Txy and I am here to help you get Superboy!”

Theo blinked as he stared at the strange imp. Was this kind of joke? He had heard of mystical beings before in the news coverage of Superboy and had even had his writers put them in the shows, but coming face to face to one was alarming.

“What do you mean?”

Txy reached out and patted the fat cheek of the producer. “I want to take down Superboy and I think you are perfect for the job.”

The imp snapped his fingers and a glowing red pendant appeared out of thin air.

“This pendant will is magically attuned to you. Get Superboy to wear this willingly and he will become your puppet. He will be forced to obey your every command. Imagine all the fun that you will have had the real Superboy as your toy!”

Theo licked his lips as a thousand possibilities crossed his mind. Jeremy was great for fulfilling his Superboy fetish, but the thought of having the real Superboy at his command caused a tent to form in his pants.

“What’s the catch?” He asked as his hands itched to reach out and grab the pendant.

Txy smiled as he sat cross legged in the air. “The only thing I ask is that you completely break the boy of steel. Do that and Superboy will be yours forever.”

His greed overcame his suspicions and the producer grabbed the pendant. A tingle ran through his body as he felt the heavy gold in his hand and the red glow spread large enough to cover his body.

The imp grinned as he waved and disappeared in a puff of smoke. Theo didn’t even give his leaving as a second glance as he started at the amazing gift that was given to him.

Reaching for his phone, he started to make some phone calls. Proper plans had to be made, but soon the most powerful and good looking boy will be his slave.

 

The entire studio was a buzz of excitement was the news that the real Superboy would be the guest star of one of the new episodes. The cast and crew were in a sense of awe as they looked forward to meeting the gallant superhero face to face.

Everyone rushed to make sure that everything would be perfect for tonight’s shooting. The writers worked on the script towards perfection to make this the most popular episode yet. Security had been quadrupled to make sure nothing would go wrong with the filming.

Although the studio tried to keep it a secret that Superboy would be here tonight, the word did get out and there were hundreds of people lined up at the gate to catch of glimpse of their hero.

When the time had finally arrived. Someone cried out from the crowds outside the gate and pointed. Cheers erupted as a figure was seen flying in the sky.

Superboy smiled as he waved to his fans as his red cape billowed in the wind. He could see a small group waiting for him near the entrance towards the sound stage, but he wanted to make sure that he acknowledge the people who came to see him.

Landing right in front of the gate, he gave one of his most dazzling smiles and waved. “Thank you for coming.” His baritone voice carried to the farthest point of the amassed people. “Be sure to watch The Adventures of Superboy. I love the show and never miss an episode if possible.”

With one final wave, the hero walked towards the studio where an enormously fat man stood flanked by people in suits. Superboy extended his hand towards the heavyset leader of the group and smiled. “You must be Theodore Arbuckle.” He said with a nod of his head.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet you Superboy,” The executive producer said with a grin. “We are excited that you finally decided to guest star in our little show.”

“It is an honor. I am humbled that you produced a show honoring me. I think the show is a great role model for people everywhere to be heroes themselves.”

Theodore smiled as he turned to the door. The other executives hurried to open the door for them as the older man placed his arm around the young man’s shoulders. “I would love to give you a tour of the studio, but I know your time is precious. We can get you into makeup and film your scenes of the show so you can get back to fighting crime.”

Superboy readily agreed as he walked beside Theodore. “What is the story of the episode this week, Theo? You don’t mind if I call you Theo?”

“Most call me Mr. Arbuckle, but for you, an exception can be made.”

“Oh, I don’t want to offend, Mr. Arbuckle. Tonight I am working for you, so I should follow the proper protocol.”

A slight smile painted across the powerful producer’s face as they continued towards the makeup studio with the executives trailing behind.

“The show will feature a Superboy from another dimension that will be played by you. The monster Darkseid will be invading the alternate Superboy’s earth and he comes to our earth to ask for assistance.”

Superboy laughed as they walked. “Darkseid can be a handful even for me, Mr. Arbuckle. It sounds like a great premise for the show.”

They chit chatted the rest of the way to the makeup studio where Superboy was introduced to the studio’s best artist. Several people stopped by to talk with the famous hero and the young man took it all in stride.

When he was ready and read over his lines, Superboy met with the director on the set. As he shook his hand a loud rumbling started to sound and the boy of steel leaped in the air and caught a steel support that had just started to crash down.

“I am so sorry, Superboy.” The director said with a pale face. “I don’t know how it happened.”

The hero scanned the area with his x ray vision and found that the bolts holding the steel support had been taken off. This was definitely sabotaged.

“Don’t worry about it,” The boy of steel said with a reassuring smile. “I’ll keep an eye out for any other accidents ready to happen.”

The director was still pale when he tried to change the subject. “Superboy, this is our star, Jeremy Nathan Henderson.”

Superboy had a huge grin on his face as he shook the actor’s hand. “I am a huge fan!” He said enthusiastically. His smile wavered a little bit as he was taken back by the handsome young man. On the outside, Jeremy was all smiles but his eyes hinted at a hatred that even took the invincible hero back.

He had no time to think about it as the director started to explain to them what he wanted for the scene. As the actors took their place, she called for the crew to be prepared to shoot. “Let’s see if we can get this in one take, ladies and gentlemen.” She said with a smile. “I’m sure our guest has a lot to do tonight.”

The call for action was sounded and everyone’s attention was on the set.

Superboy jumped to the point where a portal would be created with CGI. The other boy of steel gasped as he rushed over to the kneeling hero. “Who are you?”

“I’m from an alternate earth,” he explained as he sounded off his line trying to give the best acting performance that he could. “Darkseid from my universe has invaded and is destroying everything. I can’t fight him alone and need your help!”

The scene progressed and everything went without a hassle. During the brief breaks, Superboy tried chatting with the actor who played him, but there was a distance that made him uneasy. From everything he had read, Jeremy always said he admired the boy of steel and was honored to portray him, but there was something cold about their interactions.

The next scene was in the Fortress of Solitude where the actor Superboy held up the red pendant. “This will protect you from Darkseid’s omega beams,” He said gravely.

The real Superboy reached out and felt a chill run through his body. Not knowing the terrible danger that he was in, he placed the pendant around his neck sealing his fate.

Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-Universe Part 3: The Deadly Pendant Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A soft moan escape from Jeremy’s lips as he opened his eyes and then shut then quickly as the bright sunlight brought sharps pangs of pain into his head. The room was spinning as he clung to the bed afraid that he was going to fall off.

It took several minutes for him to regain his equilibrium to the point that he could open his eyes and look around. He was in the master bedroom of his penthouse apartment. His legs swung over his bed and onto the floor as he clutched his still dizzy head. What happened?

The last thing that he could remember was the toast at light nights party. It was as if the lights went off in his mind after the toast and there was nothing but a gaping black hole where his memories should be.

The phone on his nightstand beeped at him most likely angry at the neglect from so much activity. He gasped when he saw that it was almost 1PM in the afternoon. How long had he been sleeping? Better yet, how did he even make it home?

The actor’s confusion only grew when he saw that he was completely naked under his blankets. He scrunched his nose when the smell of his body odor and the dried smell of cum suddenly hit him.

Anxious to rid himself of that retched smell, Jeremy rushed to his bathroom and jumped in the shower. Whatever happened last night, he managed to get himself covered in cum. He prayed that it was his own and that he didn’t get sprayed by some other dude during his blackout.

The young man started to feel human again as he dried himself off and slipped on a pair of briefs. He found the clothes he wore last night in a small pile by the door. After brushing his teeth and shaving, Jeremy pulled on his clothes and grabbed his phone.

There were at least a dozen missed calls and texts from the studio waiting for him. He should have been at work 4 hours ago. He looked out his window and saw the studio car waiting for him. How long had the car been there?

With barely enough time to grab his wallet and keys, Jeremy rushed to the main floor and out of his apartment building. The driver was ready as he got out of the car and made sure the young actor got inside.

As the car started to drive towards the studio, the young man decided the first person he needed to call was his publicist, Jennifer Craib.

“Jeremy!” Her sing song voice exclaimed over the phone. “Aren’t you supposed to be at rehearsal?”

“Never mind that,” he said a bit breathlessly. “Did you get wind of any kind of press about me last night?”

“You mean besides the party?” Jennifer asked. “Nothing that I know of. Did something happen that I need to know about.”

“I don’t know, but if you do hear anything can you please let me know ASAP.”

“Sure, no problem.”

“Thanks! I have to go, but I will call you later tonight.”

He barely gave her a chance to say goodbye before he hung up. Almost immediately his phone rang and he had to deal with the director. Lucky for him, she was more concerned that something bad happened since he was always on time to work. She assured him that the crew and cast was ready to go when he got there.

Jeremy made two more calls before car arrived at the studio. He rushed inside right to his dressing room where he started to put on his Superboy costume. His assistant, Billy was waiting for him and helped him rush into his costume.

His next stop was makeup where Tony was waiting and hurried to get his makeup on. Usually they talked during the process but due to the rush, he sat there silently trying to get into character.

His portrayal of Superboy was always important to him. He had only seen the mighty hero once, but he was a great admirer of the superhero. He put all of his time, talent, and concentration to be the best representation of Superboy that he could be.

After he left the makeup chair, Jeremy hurried to the sound studio. He frowned when he noticed that the hallways were pretty deserted for a production day. He was about to go through the door to the main set, when his assistant Billy came running up behind him.

“I just got word that Mr. Arbuckle wanted to see you immediately.” Billy said a bit out of breath.

Jeremy started to open his mouth to protest, but quickly shut it. The executive producer was the real power behind the show and it was always wise to listen to him. He turned around and started going towards his office.

A timid knock at the door brought a gruff “Come in” that didn’t sound like it was good. The young man peeked his head in.

“You wanted to see me, sir.” He said as meekly as he could. Even the most arrogant actor made sure not to cross Mr. Arbuckle. He was know to utterly destroy acting careers of those who did not give him the proper respect.

“Jeremy!” The fat older man said briskly. “Come in and have a seat.”

The young man was feeling a little strange having a meeting in his full Superboy costume. He made sure that his cape was gathered before he sat down.

“One of my contacts sent me this video that you might be interested in seeing.” The Producer said with a stern look on his face.

Turning his computer screen in the opposite direction, Jeremy watched as he felt the blood drain from his face. It was a video of him dancing as he stripped off his clothes. His jaw dropped when he saw the tent in his pants. He was clearly aroused.

He watched in horror as the video showed him stipped completely nude and exposing his hard cock. As the video came towards the end and showed his explosive climax, his heart dropped down to the pit of his stomach. If the media ever got a hold of this video, he would be ruined.

Mr. Arbuckle sat there with a very stern look on his face. The young actor felt himself blush as his eyes were glued to the hands on his lap. “What do you have to say for yourself, young man?”

“I, I don’t know.” He said as his voice started to crack. Jeremy could feel the tears welling up in his eyes as he thought about the consequences of this video. He would be the laughing stock of the world. No studio would ever hire him again.

The executive producer raised an eyebrow as he shook his head. “Whatever am I going to do with you, boy?”

“Who else has this?” He said softly as the young man tried to think of a way to keep this from going public.

“Right now, I have the only copy.” Mr. Arbuckle said sternly.

“Please, oh please, don’t release this to the public.” Jeremy begged. “I’ll do anything!”

The executive producer stood up and waddled around his desk. He stood right behind the actor and placed his hands on his broad shoulders. “The tape will remain in my custody as long as you are a good boy and do exactly what I say.”

“Oh thank you!” The young man exhaled. “Thank you so much.”

Mr. Arbuckle lifted up the boy’s chin and looked deep into those crystal blue eyes. “I mean exactly what I say.” He said softly as his other hand brushed against the red briefs.

Jeremy leaped to his feet and cursed as the chair fell to the floor. His eyes grew wide when he realized what his boss was talking about. “What the hell?!” He cursed as his back hit the wall.

The fat producer frowned as he walked back over to his desk. “Fine, I will release the tape to the press.”

“Wait!” The stud begged as he reached towards the computer as if to stop it.

Mr. Arbuckle looked up at the fear stricken actor and raised an eyebrow.

Realizing that it either giving into the pervert’s demands or have his life destroyed, Jeremy hung his head in shame. “I’ll do anything you ask.” He almost whispered as he walked over to the fat older man in defeat.

The producer grabbed the younger man by his yellow belt and drew him close to the fat folds of his body. He guided the stud to sit on his lap as his hands greedily explored his body through the tight blue spandex.

“When we are alone, you will call me master.” He whispered in the boy’s ear.

Jeremy never felt revolted in his entire life as he was quickly turned from a respectable actor to a plaything for the pervert’s sexual pleasure. He made attempt to resist as his body was explored all over.

“Yes, master.”

His nipples were played with through the fabric of his costume as the hands worked their way down to the bulge in his red briefs. Mr. Arbuckle seemed to be in a world of his own as his arousal started to poke the young man in his ass.

“Good boy!”

Despite his revulsion, the tender assault on his body started to take it’s toll. Jeremy could feel his cock start to harden against his will. He tried to think of things that would calm his excitement, but the pervert’s masterful touch was too much for him to fight.

He was made to turn around so that his tented briefs would touch the tent in the older man’s pants. His chin was pulled up and the actor found himself having to kiss the revolting sack of fat. Hands grabbed at his spandex covered ass kneading the muscled cheeks as his groin was forced to rub against his captor’s groin.

Jeremy was let go and he stumbled to his feet as he faced the man who was blackmailing him. He was painfully aware of the hard tent in his costumed briefs as he tried to cover up his excitement only to have his hands slapped away by the man who owned him.

“Shouldn’t I get down to the studio, master?” The young man asked softly. He hoped that time away from this fat piece of shit would allow him the time he needed to think of a way to escape this web of blackmail.

Mr. Arbuckle smiled as he shook his head. “I told everyone to go home. There will be no filming today, boy.”

Jeremy flinched as if he was hit in the forehead with a stone. He realized that the only way out of this was to do anything and everything that this man wanted and more.

Going down to his knees, the actor straddled the fat man’s leg so that his spandex encased hard cock would be rubbing against it. Leaning in, Jeremy started to passionately kiss his producer while fantasizing that he was kissing a beautiful woman.

As their kiss broke, the stud looked deep into the beady dark eyes of his oppressor and gave him his most seductive look. “Let me please you master.”

Although his insides were screaming with revulsion, the young man made himself free Mr. Arbuckle’s cock from his pants and make love to it with his mouth.

His master seemed to enjoy it as he grasped his pudgy fingers through the boy’s raven locks and used them to fuck the stud’s mouth.

Never having a cock in his mouth before, Jeremy fought the urge to vomit as he choked on the invading member. He kept rubbing his own groin against his master’s leg so that he would remain hard. He needed time to get out of this mess and that meant pleasing this pervert until he could break free from this web of blackmail.

Mr. Arbuckle moaned as he started to orgasm. The young man’s eyes grew wide as the cum hit the back of his throat and he forced himself to swallow every drop. The fat bastard pulled his cock out as he squeezed the remaining drops of cum and wiped it on the actor’s cheek.

Jeremy never felt so revolted and shameful in his entire life as the cum felt like it was burning into his cheek that was as hot as his humiliation. With the taste of cum on his breath and the smell in his nostrils because of the glob of cum on his cheek, the boy went on his back as ordered and started to jerk himself off in his tights.

The Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-Universe Part 3: The Deadly Pendant Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Glasses clinked as an excited buzz emanated from around the ballroom. The newly premiered television show, The Adventures of Superboy, has been a huge success. Easily topping the ratings, the show has taken the world by storm and has been watched by millions of people.

Theodore Arbuckle sat at the bar sipping his champagne as he gazed at his happy people. He had been the primary backer and executive producer of the show and he was happy with the success. A man in his late forties, his body almost swallowed the bar stool that he sat on. Rolls of fat almost swallowed his face and made his dark eyes seem like tiny slits.

Of course no one here would ever comment on his gross weight problem. He held all the power concerning the show and even had cowed the station executives to do whatever he want. His reputation for only producing fantastic shows was legendary and only enhanced by the success of The Adventures of Superboy.

Sweat glistened on his face as he finished his glass and ordered two more glasses from the good looking bartender. His gaze crossed the expanse of the ballroom until he found his mark. The star of his show Jeremy Nathan Henderson stood surrounded by a crowd of people. Part of the success of the show was how much the actor looked so much like the real Superboy.

The young man looked amazing in his blue buttoned down shirt, black blazer and matching slacks. A thin red tie hung down his torso that only drew attention to the muscles that could be seen as the silk rested against them. Theo had to stop himself from staring as his softly licked his lips. He had been watching his star for quite sometime and from the moment he saw Jeremy audition for the part, he knew that he had to make the boy his.

Theo smiled at the bartender who handed him the champagne glasses and paused as he dropped a small tablet in one of the glasses. The tablet quickly dissolved showing no signs that there was anything in the glass but the bubbly alcohol beverage.

He grunted as his enormous body slid off the bar stool and started to waddle to the center of the room. The crowds of people  parted for him with dazzling smiles, all afraid to anger this powerful man.

Jeremy smiled as he saw Theo approaching. Like everyone else, the young man knew that his career was in his executive producer’s hands. Being this close to the good looking star made his senses go wild. It was only his iron control that stopped him from ravishing him in front of everyone.

“I know you don’t drink,” Theo said smiling at his star. “But tonight you will have to make an exception.”

The fat man thrust the glass into Jeremy’s hands and smiled when he did not put up a fight. He tapped on the expensive glass causing the room to quiet down and turn their attention on him.

“I would like to make a toast!” Theo exclaimed loudly so his voice would be heard across the room. “To the success of The Adventures of Superboy and all the hard work that our cast and crew has contributed to make our show number 1 in the world. I would also like to make a special toast to Jeremy who is the cornerstone of our success. Cheers!”

Raising his glass, he clinked it against the actor’s glass before drinking. The rest of the people in the room followed suit as they shouted, “Cheers”.

Theo watched with a small smile as Jeremy drank deeply from his glass unaware that his drink had been spiked. Now it was only a matter of time.

Waddling back to one of the empty tables, the producer sat down and sighed with relief. His legs were starting to get sore from so much movement tonight. As usual people joined him to make small talk, most of them anxious to keep in his good graces and kiss his ass.

Even though his attention was pulled in every way, his attention stayed on Jeremy. The drug was very slow acting which fit perfectly for his plans. After an hour, people started to notice that he was swaying and fanning himself. His blazer had been taken off and flung over a chair and his silk shirt was tight enough that he could see the hardened nipples through the thin material.

“Are you alright?” Beverly Anders, the director, said as concern painted her face.

Theo politely excused himself as he got up from his seat and quickly crossed the room. His quick movement belied the bulk of his frame, but everyone’s attention was on the swaying actor.

He placed his hand on the shoulder of the drugged stud and smiled to the small crowd gathering. “No need to panic.” He said soothingly. “I’ll take him back home. He just needs some rest is all.”

Wrapping his arm around the boy’s shoulder, he let him lean against his massive frame as Theo led him out of the ballroom. The valet attendant jumped up quickly and rushed to let his driver know that he was ready to leave.

“I’m so sorry!” Jeremy said giggling as he rested his head against the older man’s shoulder. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Theo was in heaven as he felt the muscled frame of the younger man leaning against him. He could feel the heat emanating from his body bringing waves of pleasure to his own.  “Don’t worry, Jeremy.” He almost cooed. “We’ll get you home.”

The limo pulled up and the producer helped the actor into the backseat before getting in himself. The stud sprawled out against the expensive leather with his legs spread out like a whore. His pants were tented in an alarming manner that would have had the press drooling over the potential media coverage.

Jeremy was completely oblivious as Theo instructed his driver to take him to his home instead of the actors’. The young man was trying to take his clothes off but was stopped when the producer slapped his hands away. There was a time and place and in order for his plan to succeed, he needed the boy to hold off.

To keep the actor distracted, he wrapped his huge arms around him and let his head rest against his chest. Jeremy’s raven locks looked a mess as he actually nuzzled against the older man. The drug running through his blood was one of the best aphrodisiacs in the world and the boy didn’t stand a chance against its effects.

The limo pulled through the gate of Theo’s sprawling mansion. The grounds were heavily guarded at all times to keep the producer in a bubble of privacy. The media has been hounding him for years to see the inside of his massive house, but he always politely refused for a very good reason.

The door opened as his driver had gotten out of the car and walked around to let his employer out. Theo half carried the horny boy in his arms as he slipped some cash to his driver to ensure that word did not get out.

Right when he got to the front door, it opened to reveal a very good looking blond dressed in a fancy tux. “Welcome home, master.” He said softly until his eyes saw Jeremy in his arms. Frowning, he stiffly let them inside before quickly shutting the door.

“Is the parlour in the west wing ready, Jack?” Theo asked anxious to get his hands on his newest catch.

“Yes, Master,” Jack replied submissively with his head bowed. There was a slight note of dissatisfaction in his voice.

“Good, we will not be needing you tonight.” The producer said dismissively as he carried his prey.

Jack looked on the verge of throwing a fit when he curtly turned and walked towards his rooms. Theo smiled as he watched with amusement. He had conditioned Jack to service him when he needed, and the young man never like competition.

When he first met Jack, he had been as straight as the actor in his arms. Through his manipulation, drugs, and sexual torture, Jack was transformed into the perfect slave. He promised himself to show his toy some special attention when he was done with Jeremy.

They went deep into the mansion taking an elevator down to the second basement. Theo had no problems supporting the horny actor as all signs of his overweight problem seemed to melt away. His waddling and huffing was an act mostly for those morons who expected him to be a fat slob. In reality, the producer’s bulk was more muscle than fat and his strength was in his deception.

Arriving in their destination, Theo was happy to see the video equipment was set up. Now ready to begin the process of possessing the pretty boy actor that he had drugged, he hurried to the bar to make him another drink.

Jeremy sat on the stool with a crazy smile on his face as his eyes glazed over. His hands kept wandering down to his tented pants, but stopped when Theo ordered him to. The last thing he needed was for the stud to cream himself prematurely.

Theo watched as his victim drank the drink handed to him without question not knowing that it was just as drugged as the drink he had earlier. When he was satisfied that the boy was ready, he left the bar and sat down in a huge leather chair that was specially designed for his bulk.

“Are you ready, Jeremy?” He asked as the actor slightly swayed before him.

“Oh yes,” He slurred softly as he smiled down at the older man.

“Why don’t you dance for me?” The producer suggested as he brought out a remote control from a compartment in the arm of his chair. Pressing a button, music started to play from the surround sound speakers.

Jeremy started to sway his hips as his body seemed to be taken over by the beat. All of his normal inhibitions had been buried in the effects of the drug racing through his veins. Theo smiled as he saw his prey enjoying himself.

“Why don’t you strip while you dance?”

“YESSSSS!” The stud agreed as his hands went immediately to his silk shift.

“Slowly now, Jeremy.” Theo gently commanded. “We want to see all of you.”

There was no resistance as the actor started to dance like a stripper as each button of his shirt was undone. His sculpted chest was slowly revealed as the shirt started open wider and wider. Jeremy’s chest was every bit as impressive as Theo had dreamed about. His two mounds of muscles were topped by nipples that were the size of quarters. The tips were hard by the cool air and the level of arousal that flooded through the boy’s body.

The shirt eventually become completely undone and started to fall off his shoulders revealing the broad muscles of his back as he continued to dance. The soft silk slipped down his well built arms until it fell to the ground completely forgotten.

Jeremy continued to gyrate his hips softly moaning as his hard cock rubbed against his underwear and pants. He moved close to where Theo sat actually encouraging the producer to put his hands on his bare torso. Placing his hands on the older man’s shoulders, he thrust his hips and tented crotch towards him like he was fucking.

The boy moaned with pleasure as the producer unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled it off from around his waist. With a devilish grin, Theo wrapped the belt around the actor’s thick neck and slid the end through the buckle until it formed a makeshift collar. Now with a leash he pulled in Jeremy closer and closer to the large bulk of his body.

Oblivious to anything but his need to cum, the young man continued his strip dance as his pants became unbuttoned to reveal the waistband of his Calvin Klein underwear. There was a hint of white underneath the waistband that send the producer’s cock into maximum hardness.

The dance continued and it caused the open pants to fall lower and lower from his waist down to his ankles. When the dress pants reached down to his thighs, Theo was delighted to see that the boy was wearing white briefs. It was very obvious now that Jeremy was completely hard as the rod was stretching the white fabric out several inches. A growing stain of precum had formed where the head was resting as the older man yearned to taste the boy’s juices.

The dress pants had fallen down to the ankles and had gotten tangled up as the boy moved his feet during his dance. Jeremy cried out as he fell backwards and landed on his ass with the belt slapping against his eight pack abdominals.

Theo laughed as he witnessed the silly smile on the young actor’s face as he struggled to get back up and failed. The producer stood up to his feet and pulled off the pants that had entangled the drugged boy. Although he thought Jeremy looked delicious in his tented briefs, he pulled the underwear off as well completely stripping him naked with the exception of the belt wrapped around his neck.

“Do you want to cum, boy?” The producer asked as he softly slapped the raging erection of his victim.

“Yessss!”

“Are you my little slut?”

“Oh yes!” Jeremy moaned as he lay sprawled on the carpet. “I am your little slut!”

Theo smiled as the effects of the drug made the usually prude stud putty in his hands. He went to his knees and wrapped his pudgy fingers around the boy’s pulsing cock. His stroking started slowly as he savored the touch of the hard boy meat in his hands.

“I’m a slut!” The actor moaned as the drug induced pleasure made him helpless to resist. Jeremy continued to chant that he was a slut as his voice became more and more shrill the closer he got to ograsming.

When the producer judged that his victim was on the urge of cumming, he stopped his stroking and grabbed one of the cameras. He zooming in close one the desperately twitching cock and he used his hand to casually flick the hard boy meat.

Jeremy cried out as his cock started to jettison thick ropes of cum all over his face and torso.  His body twitched as the sweet spot of ultimate pleasure coursed through his helpless body. When it was finished, streams of cum stained the pristine white flesh of the drugged actor.

Theo grabbed his victim’s chin as he reached down and brushed their lips together catching a taste of the seed of the georgous actor. He now had what he needed to make sure that Jeremy was his forever.

Darkseid’s Revenge Chapter 6

Chapter 6

As Superman awoke from his deep sleep, he found himself back inside his cell. The chains were reattached and he was back in his costume. The smell of sweat and cum drifted to his nose as he looked down to see that he was dressed in cum covered rags. It looked like Desaad had found all the cum rags in Apokolips and created clothing for him to wear.

His sleep had been filled with dreams of being raped over and over again by Darkseid and his subjects. Every dream ended the same, Superman was on his knees completely submitting to the evil god.

Is this what he really wanted? Did he want to submit to a stronger being? The last few days of sexual torture had revealed much to Superman and even now his cock stood at attention at the thought of submitting. No matter how much he wanted to submit, he knew that he could not submit to an evil god like Darkseid. When this was over, he would explore these new feelings, but first he needed to escape and rescue Superboy.

As the visions of his dreams slowly faded away, Superman noticed that he felt almost normal again. He looked up at the ceiling of his cell and saw the red lamps draining his powers were not on.

Superman flexed his arms and the chains holding him shattered. Now free from his bonds, the Man of Steel was ready to rescue his protégé before it was too late. He crashed through the ceiling sending rubble flying everywhere.

In a matter of seconds, the hero smashed through the door into Darkseid’s throne room. Parademons flew everywhere as they tried to stop him, but they were no match for his strength.

“Darkseid!” Superman roared as he strode towards the dark god on his throne.

“Welcome, Superman,” Darkseid said with a grim smile. “I am glad you decided to join us.”

Mongul stepped from the shadows and smiled with his hands crossed across his massive chest.

“Where is Superboy?” The hero demanded as his eyes glowed red with anger.

Darkseid snapped his fingers, and Superman stepped back in shock. The young hero crawled across the floor wearing a perverted version of his costume. The boy wrapped his arms around the dark god’s legs and snuggled his face close to his master.

Superman could not believe his eyes. The boy was now totally devoted to one of his worst enemies. Guilt stabbed his soul as he realized that it was all his fault.

Darkseid looked down at his fawning pawn and patted him on the head. “Superboy, would you like to leave with Superman?”

Superboy shook his head. “I want to stay with you, master.” He murmured as he kissed Darkseid’s boots.

Superman clenched his fists in anger. “You will pay for this, you monster!”

Darkseid and Mongul started to laugh. “You will be mine, Superman. I have already won.”

Screaming with rage, Superman slammed his entire body into Darkseid, sending him flying back across the room. The hero gently picked up Superboy. His revenge would have to wait until he got the boy back to safety. It would take time, but he was sure he could break the hold the dark god had over Superboy.

“Let me take you home, Connor,” Superman said gently.

Superboy smiled as he looked in the hero’s eyes. He reached down and softly grabbed his tent in his rags. “I am home, and so are you.”

Forgetting that he was still sporting a full erection, Superman stumbled back as waves of pleasure crashed through him. Superboy kept his hold on his mentor’s cock and punched the hero in the chest. Unprepared for such an attack, the Man of Steel flew back through the doors of the throne room with Superboy clutching his torn rags.

Superman grunted in pain as he slowly picked himself up. The cum rags that he was dressed in had completely torn off his body leaving him completely naked. His stiff erect cock quivered in the open air and the cool air sent small waves of pleasure up and down his spine.

Thinking only to save his protégé from a life of servitude to Darkseid, Superman flew back into the throne room. It looked like the only way that he was able to save him was to defeat both Darkseid and Mongul.

The warlord stepped forward ready to take his enemy in battle. As Superman flew forward putting all of his strength in a single punch, he suddenly stumbled and tripped over his legs falling to the ground. Turning his head, he saw Superboy behind him. The boy had once again grabbed his erection when he wasn’t paying attention.

Mongul laughed as he grabbed Superman by his hair and rubbed his face all over his crotch. “We have plans for you, big boy!”

Superman glared as he tried to break free from the warlord’s hold. His time in that red sun lamp cell had seriously depleted his powers, and he was not back up to full strength. That and the pulsing of his erection made it hard for him to think. Before he had his anger to fuel his strength, but that was slowly fading away and replaced with a lust that was rising within him.

Mongul pressed Superman’s face against his crotch. “Suck my dick, little man!” He snarled.

Part of the Man of Steel wanted to give in, but he vowed that he would not allow himself to be humiliated like this. Gathering his remaining strength, he knocked Mongul back. “This sick perverted game ends now!” He declared as he climbed to his feet.

“No, Superman, the game is just beginning!” Darkseid declared. “It’s time that you accept your sexual needs. You were hard when you watched Superboy being sexually tortured. You were hard at your own sexual tortures. Now you are hard when you are dominated by a weaker being. If anyone is the pervert, it is you.”

The hero flinched at the god’s words. He looked down helplessly at his throbbing erection and realized that he was right. Superman was so horny and hard. He wanted to cum so badly. Pushing down this desire, he clenched his fists. “I will never give into you Darkseid!”

A whip flew through the air and wrapped itself around Superman’s throat pulling him back. Desaad stepped forward as he grinned at the struggling hero. “You will submit to Darkseid!” He declared.

The whip electrified and sent shocks through Superman’s body. His cock spasmed as the shock sexually stimulated him even more. The pulsating pleasure was too much for him to handle as he fell to his knees.

Desaad released the gasping hero and spanked his bare ass. Superman struggled up to his hands and knees as he tried to recover from the overwhelming pleasure.

He got no reprieve as Superboy leaped on his back and started slapping his ass. Although there was no pain from the slaps, the hero grunted as it caused his cock to bounce against his eight pack. He wanted to cum so badly.

“Give in Clark!” Superboy demanded. “Let us give you the ultimate pleasure.”

It took all of his willpower, but Superman managed to throw the boy off his back and stagger to his feet. “This ends now!” He said as he panted for breath.

Darkseid frowned as he had underestimated the strength of the Man of Steel’s will. He stepped forward and reached for his Motherbox. The supercomputer opened a small compartment, and a green glow came out of the opening.

Superman and Superboy stumbled back as the deadly radiation started to weaken the both of them. The dark god started walking towards the gasping hero as he stumbled back in pain. His eyes widened as he realized that his enemy had managed to find kryptonite. How did he get that?

His backed up and suddenly bumped against something, he looked up to see the smirking face of Mongul. The warlord grabbed Superman by his throat and savagely punched him in his gut causing the hero to crumble to the ground.

Once again grabbing his hair, he shoved the hero’s face into his groin. “Suck my cock, Super Bitch!” He ordered savagely.

Superman refused to give in as he kept his mouth shut. The pain he felt from the kryptonite blended with the pleasure of his erection and caused a new sensation that he both loved and hated.

Darkseid walked over to Superboy and took out the kryptonite from the mother box. Superboy screamed in pain as the dark god pressed it against his chest. “Obey him or the boy dies!”

The hero’s eyes grew wide as his protégé withered in agony. Unwilling to let any more harm come to Superboy because of him, he closed his eyes and started to press his lips against the pulsing bulge of his enemy.

Mongul moaned with pleasure as his hated enemy started to kiss, lick, and suck against the front of his brief. It didn’t take long for his huge yellow cock to harden to full mast. He quickly freed his monster cock and shoved it in Superman’s mouth.

Mongul’s cock, much larger than either Parademons’, made his jaw feel like it would break apart. Even after Darkseid put the kryptonite away and his powers slowly returned, it was too much for him to handle.

Mongul didn’t care as he started to fuck his enemy’s mouth. With a firm hold on the ebony locks of the hero, he took great pleasure in face fucking Superman.

Superman had his eyes closed until he felt a hand on his cock. Looking down, he grunted in surprise when he saw Superboy taking his own throbbing erection in his mouth. Pleasure like he had never known flooded his body as the boy started to suck him.

Darkseid decided to join the fun as he took out his hard cock causing Superman to gag on Mongul’s cock. The evil god’s erection was bigger than his and the warlord’s monster cocks combined.

As Darkseid rubbed that huge mushroom head against Superman’s ass, the hero began to freak out. It was bad enough to be fucked like this, but there was no way that he would be able to take that.

There was no mercy as the evil god shoved his cock into Superman’s virgin ass. He tried to scream, but it was muffled with his mouth full of cock. Now being fucked in both of his holes, the hero had been reduced down to a mere sex toy.

After a few moments, Superman received his next shock. As the pain of his virgin ass taking its first cock started to fade, it was replaced by a feeling of ecstasy. This was unlike anything he ever felt before in his life. Even the pleasure he felt at the hand of Desaad paled in comparison. It caused his cock to harden like steel, and it felt like the skin of his cock was going to peel back like a banana. Nothing ever felt as good as Darkseid fucking him and nothing ever will.

Mongul was the first to go over the edge as he pulled out his cock and shot his load all over Superman’s face. He laughed as his seed dripped from the handsome hero’s face before shoving his cock back in his mouth to take in the rest of his exploding cum. When he was finished, the warlord stepped back to witness the ultimate breaking of Superman.

Darkseid picked up Superman by his cock skewered in his ass. The hero moaned as he felt like he was being torn apart. None of it matter compared to the intense pleasure he felt. The evil god grabbed Superman’s dripping cock in his fist as he walked over to his throne.

As the god sat down, Superman felt himself almost to the point of no return. “Are you ready to submit, Superman?”

“Oh, Rao!” Superman moaned like a bitch in heat. It was just too much for him to handle as a surge started to build in his churning balls.

Darkseid let out a deep rumble of a moan as he reached the point of a divine orgasm. The force of his massive orgasm flooded through his battered ass. Drops of cum leaked out of his stuffed ass as his own cock exploded like never before.

Superman screamed as his body shook from the intense pleasure. With Darkseid’s massive cock still pressing against his prostate, his orgasm completely overwhelmed him. His cum flew so far that Mongul and Superboy were pelted by his seed. The tail end of the thick ropes of cum exploding from his cock hit his face and chest, covering the hero in his own seed.

His skin tingled as his orgasm finally died down leaving him exhausted. Deep within him was a longing that he knew he would always need. He wanted to be fucked again and again by Darkseid.

The cum covered hero slowly crawled towards the throne and his spent cock started to harden again as he got closer and closer. He clung to his master’s boot as he pressed his cum covered lips against the fabric.

The final shred of defiance was shattered. This experience had taught him to enjoy being submissive and his newly awakened sexual appetite could never be denied again. But deep in his soul, Superman knew that he would never be able to find anyone else that would be able to satisfy him like that evil god. That realization made his mind snap as his new found longing erased everything Superman stood for.

“I submit and will serve you, Darkseid,” Superman said softly.

There was only devotion in the former hero’s eyes as he looked up at the smiling god and the enormous cock that forever changed his life. Superman was no more, just a devoted servant to Darkseid who would do anything to be fucked by his master. Darkseid’s revenge was complete.

 

Darkseid smiled as he walked into his throne room. Superman and Superboy immediately fell down to their knees in worship of their master. Like Superboy, the Man of Steel was dressed in a slutty version of his former uniform.

As he anticipated, the Justice League had managed to track down their greatest champion. Their brave assault ended in tragedy leading to their capture. The women he gave to Granny Goodness so that she could brainwash them and add to the number of the Female Furies.

The men were to have other roles in Darkseid’s command. His time having both Superman and Superboy as his personal sex slaves had awakened a need within the dark god. He would fuck the both of them constantly. The great part was that his slaves wanted to be fucked even more than he needed to fuck them.

Down in Desaad’s torture room, Aquaman, Green Lantern, Batman, Martian Manhunter, and Flash sat in their cells. Their tights were tented with their erect cocks as his pets sat deep in their asses. Darkseid wondered which one would break first. Would it be the cute blond King of the Ocean or The Fastest Man Alive?

In a special cell, Mongul pounded against the walls of his cell. He had honored his bargain with the warlord to the letter. Now he would be tortured and added to his collection of personal slaves. He was looking forward to seeing his former partner on his knees begging to serve Darkseid.

As he sat on his throne, Superman and Superboy sat on the floor kissing each of his boots. They looked up at him with utter devotion in their eyes each hoping that their master would fuck them. Darkseid patted each of their heads with affection. The greatest of Earth’s heroes would be transformed to his slaves. Even now Apokolips traveled through space on its way to Earth. He would expand his harem and use them to rule the universe.

Darkseid smiled as his cock started to harden. Little Robin and Nightwing would make perfect additions as well Kid Flash, Aqualad, and Blue Beetle. Noticing his excitement, Superman and Superboy started to kiss and lick his giant cock.

As he planned to complete his goal of obtaining the Anti-Life Equation, he would find powerful men worthy of joining his harem. Darkseid already ordered that his palace be expanded so that his new pets would have quarters of their own. He even planned to let his faithful minions borrow his slaves when they pleased him.

The universe will learn to fear Darkseid with all his might. Good looking and powerful men would fear of being discovered. The evil god will rule everything. This was only the beginning.

Darkseid’s Revenge Chapter 5

Chapter 5

As the wave of electric current against his nipples came to an end, Superman noticed that the two Parademon guards had not left. They watched him, obviously enjoying the mighty hero being tortured.

“Not so tough anymore!” One of them said with a chuckle. He reached down and pulled on the clamp causing a shrill scream to erupt from the helpless hero’s lips.

“I think he likes it!” The other said as he flicked the mushroom head of his throbbing cock.

Superman grunted as the two minions laughed at his reactions. Normally he could have wiped the floor with them, but in his weakened condition a school girl could have overpowered him. He never felt so humiliated in his entire life. How could he be so stupid to fall into a trap like this?

The Parademon on his left grabbed the hero’s face and jerked his head up. “Let’s have some fun with him before Desaad comes back.”

The hero watched in horror as the two minions unzipped their pants and fished out their cocks. Seeing him helpless was enough to get them completely hard as they stood on the concrete bench towering over the weak titan.

Superman cried out as the cycle of electric shocks started up again. He closed his eyes as his body convulsed in a combination of pain and pleasure. As the cycle ended, he slowly opened his eyes again and was shocked to see the Parademon’s cocks almost touching his face. Clamping his mouth shut, the hero shuddered as they slapped their meat against his cheeks and lips.

“Open up and suck, Superman!” One of the ordered.

Refusing to succumb to hold on to the last shred of dignity, Superman glared at his captor’s minions. It would be a cold day in hell before he would willing suck another man’s cock. The Parademons didn’t seem to care as they rolled and slapped their cocks all over his chiseled face.

The smell of their manly musk was overwhelming as their hardened rods rolled over his lips. Some precum managed to slip down into his mouth and he could taste the salty liquid as is rolled on his tongue.

As the next cycle of shocks to his tortured nipples started, Superman could not help himself and cried out in pain. One of the Parademons shoved his cock into the open mouth and started to fuck his face as the hero writhed in pain and pleasure.

Rage filled his eyes as Superman glared up at the minion who started to rape his mouth. He was about to bite down hard on the invading member when he felt a hand grip his throbbing cock.

“If there is any sensation of teeth, I will rip your fucking cock out by its roots!” The Parademon growled.

A hard yank on his cock was all that was needed to convince the once mighty hero that his captor was serious. For the first time in his life, Superman sucked on another man’s cock. His jaw felt like it was going to be unhinged as his mouth stretched wide to accommodate the invading member.

As the next wave of shocks hit him, Superman tried his best to keep his mouth as open as possible. His screams of pain were muffled by his cock sucking as fear kept him from biting down. His own cock was painfully erect that sent a torrent of pleasure through his body. How could he still be so hard?

Before Superman assumed that watching the tortures of Superboy was the reason for his excitement. Although it pained him to admit that he like such perversions. Yet now in the midst of his own sexual tortures, he was even more excited than before.

The new found pain was now almost as familiar as the pleasure that flooded his body. The combination created a feeling of excitement that he never felt before. Was he just as perverted as his sick captors?

The Parademon fucking his mouth pulled out and it was promptly replaced by his partner who waited patiently for his turn to violate the once mighty hero. With his cock covered in super saliva, the minion started to jerk himself off quickly. It didn’t take long for him to go over the edge and thick ropes of cum exploded from his cock.

Superman winced as he felt the hot seed hitting his chest. He felt so dirty and excited at the same time as the thick goo became deeply entrenched in his chest hair. What was worse some of the cum had landed on his nipples and it seemed to enhance the electrical shocks that assaulted them.

It didn’t take long for the other Parademon to follow suit as he added his seed to his partners. Superman’s chest was now covered in cum while his own cock still yearned to have an orgasm of its own.

Before the minions shoved their cocks back in their pants, they picked up a piece of Superman’s discarded costume and used it to clean the saliva and cum from their manhood. Superman felt a stab of humiliation as his once proud costume was now stained with their seed.

“What have we here?” Desaad asked with a hint of amusement as he walked back into the cell.

The Parademons stood at either side of the pain and pleasure riddled hero as they went to attention. The evil torturer walked over to Superman whose face burned with humiliation over his current state.

Desaad tutted as he noticed the globs of cum in the forest of black hair on the hero’s chest. “I don’t know who had more fun, The Parademons or Superman?”

Superman grunted in disgust as he glared at his captor. “I hated every second of it!” He declared.

“Then why is your cock still hard as a rock, Superman?” Desaad asked as he flicked the pulsing tool. “It’s like a lie detector.”

The Man of Steel blushed as he looked down at his betraying arousal. He realized that there was truth to what the evil man said. His body shuddered with pleasure when he realized that he had been aroused the entire time. Was this something he secretly yearned for?

“Darkseid can give you endless cocks to suck on Superman, if you just submit.” Desaad promised as he brushed his fingers up and down the hero’s shaft.

No matter how much he wanted to deny that he enjoyed his sexual assault, Superman had to admit that it felt good to him. He never felt so hard in his entire life. Even in the past when he had erections fantasizing about Lois, the pleasure was never this great. Perhaps this was something that he wanted.

One thing was certain. No matter how much of a sexual awakening he experienced in the hands of this evil little man, he could never submit to Darkseid. Once he was free and the evil god punished, Superman could explore these new sexual feelings that he was experiencing.

“I will never submit!” Superman swore as he glared up at his captor.

Desaad shook his head, but there was glee in his eyes. “So be it.” He said with a theatrical sigh.

Snapping his fingers, the Parademons snapped to attention before they laid their hands on the helpless hero. The chains were taken off and they picked the hero up off the bench. Desaad left the cell with the prisoner and his escort following.

Unfortunately the trip from the cell to the same room where Superboy was broken did not give Superman enough time to recover his strength. As soon as he entered the room with the stage, he could feel his recovering powers fading away.

The Parademon escort pushed Superman to the center of the stage where he had the chains hanging from the ceiling attached to his wrists. In this vulnerable position, the hero was painfully aware of his own nudity as well as his erect cock that seemed to enjoy every second of his bondage.

As he hung supported by the thick chains around his wrists, another wave of electric shock torture slammed into his battered nipples. Superman danced in a small circle as his wails of pain and pleasure filled the room.

As the cycle ended, the hero felt Desaad behind him. His eyes grew wide as he felt the little evil man pawing at his ass. A sharp pain stabbed within him as he felt something being shoved in his hole.

“What is that?” Superman demanded weakly.

“Something to help you in making your decision to submit.” Desaad said casually.

The man of steel squirmed as he felt something vibrate deep in his ass. Superman cried out as it sent a new level of pleasure through his weakened body. The impossible happened as his cock hardened even more.

The vibration in his ass was suddenly accompanied by the electric shocks on his nipples that created a sensation that completely overwhelmed the poor helpless hero. “Oh Rao!” He moaned pitifully as his hips started to thrust.

His need to cum was unlike anything he had felt before. With both is prostate and nipples being stimulated at the same time, Superman felt himself very close to the edge of a mind numbing orgasm. Yet the pleasure he felt was not enough to push him to the point of no return.

After a few minutes of this new stimulation, Superman began to hump the air trying to get his cock to touch anything at all. “Please,” He begged as he turned to face his captor. “I need to cum!”

Desaad patted his prisoner’s cheek. “Are you ready to admit that you love to be tortured?”

Superman paled as he bowed his head in shame. “Yes.”

“Are you ready to admit that you are just a sexual deviant? A pervert who love to be dominated?”

“Yes.” The soft reply came.

“Are you ready to submit to Darkseid and become his slave?”

Superman once again found the shred of defiance needed as his eyes sharpened. “I will not submit!” he said slowly emphasizing each word.

Desaad frowned as he stared at his stubborn prisoner. “We shall see.” He said softly.

His hand flickered and an energy whip appeared in his hand. He pushed the hero back around so his back was facing away from him. With a look of pure pleasure and glee and he started to use the whip to assault the vulnerable body of the man of steel.

Superman screamed as the whip cut deep into him. It wasn’t sharp enough to make him bleed, but it felt like his skin was being ripped to shreds. What was worse was the stimulation to his ass and nipples never stopped.

The hero felt himself being brought closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. Even with the pain of the whipping, his body eager accepted this and used it to further stimulate his need to cum. A look of joy came over his face as the pressure of a powerful orgasm started to build in his balls. Right when he expected his cock to explode, everything suddenly stopped. The electric shocks to his nipples ceased and the object in his ass stopped vibrating. Even Desaad stopped punishing his prone body with his whip.

Superman almost screamed in frustration as he humped the air in a vain attempt to cum. “Please,” He begged as he felt the surge of his orgasm fade away. “I need to cum!”

Desaad waited several minutes for Superman’s orgasm to completely die before he started to process over again. He would bring his prisoner to the brink of a powerful orgasm only to deny him what he truly craved. The process repeated over and over again until Superman lost count of how many times he was edged and then denied his release.

The process eroded his mind until there was hardly anything left to the helpless hero. Desaad walked over to his weak hanging body and lifted up his sweat covered face. Superman’s blue eyes were completely blank as he stared back with no expression.

“Are you ready to submit to Darkseid?” Desaad asked. “Once you submit you will be rewarded with your release.”

Superman trembled in fear as his sweat drenched body quivered from the hours of torture. “I will never submit!”

Snarling in frustration, Desaad slapped the helpless hero across the face. Superman screamed as overwhelming pain racked his body. The electrical currents in his nipples went full blast as the clamps started to smoke a little bit.

Superman’s screams were so mighty that it could have shattered glass as his body convulsed. His entire mind shut down as the tremendous pain was too much for him to handle. As the blackness invaded his sight and he slowly drifted away, Superman welcomed death with pride. He had not given in.

 

Desaad released the chains holding Superman as his limp body fell to the floor. He had barely gotten control of himself before he had killed his prisoner. Darkseid would not have been pleased if Superman had died in the process of his torture.

How could Superman still resist his sexual tortures? Granny and he had come up with a brilliant plan that worked wonders for Superboy. Yet no matter how low he had taken Superman, the fool still would not submit.

“It seems that you have failed me, Desaad.” Darkseid said as he entered the room.

The evil man fell on his belly as he prostrated himself in front of his master. “Please Lord Darkseid!” He begged. “Give me more time, he is very close to breaking.”

“Your time is up Desaad.” The evil god said coldly. He looked down at the limp body of his enemy as his red eyes glowed with anger. “Close does not get the job done. It seems that I must finish this job myself. Superman will be mine and the rest of the Justice League will fall at my hand.”

Desaad felt his body tremble as his god’s words suggested that his life will be extinguished. Usually those who failed Darkseid ended up in his hands, but his own failure would produce a much grimmer fate. He shuddered to think what kind of painful death Darkseid had in store for him.

Yet death didn’t come as the evil god stared thoughtfully down at the weakened Kryptonian. Superman’s cock was still rock hard thanks to his little pet feeding off the urine and feces of the superhero.

“I want you to dress Superman and return him back to his cell. Chain him back in his bondage, but leave the red sun lamps off.”

“But my lord,” Desaad protested. “He will quickly recover his powers if I do that.”

Darkseid smiled as he nodded. “He will come straight for me and I will finish what you cannot.”