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Darkseid’s Revenge Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Darkseid smiled as he sat on his throne with his newest slave at his side. Superboy sat on a pillow at his feet looking up at his Lord with utter devotion in his eyes. The former hero was dressed in an altered version of his old costume. He now wore a pristine white t-shirt with the ‘S’ shield on his chest. His legs were bare except for a matching pair of white briefs with a yellow belt around his waist. Instead of sneakers, the boy now wore sandals. It symbolized his new status as a sex slave for the evil god.

A boom tube opened in his throne room, and Mongul stepped from it. The yellow skinned alien was covered in sweat and blood and looked at the point of exhaustion. His eyes immediately went to the subservient Superboy and widened slightly.

“I managed to beat back the JLA,” The warlord said grimly. “I think they figured out that I didn’t have Superman.”

Darkseid waved his hand as if the news were of no consequence. “It doesn’t matter.” He said in a chilling voice. “Superboy is broken, and soon his mentor will join him. You are just in time to witness the final destruction of Superman.”

A smile broke out on Mongul’s face as the prospect of his long awaited revenge was finally going to happen. Superboy also smiled as his briefs began to tent with his own excitement.

 

Superman was in shock as he sat in his prison cell, chained, aroused, and helpless. He had been a witness to the sexual tortures that Superboy had to go through. The experience left him sexually confused himself as he could not figure out the reason for his own arousal. In fact, his hard cock made it hard for him to think at all.

Even after the screens went black, the Man of Steel kept thinking about the orgasm that Superboy had experienced. The visions kept running over and over again in his mind as he wondered if he would be fated to do the same. The prospect both terrified and excited him at the same time.

The time crawled slowly as his lust and need to cum increased more by the second. The limited range of his hands due to his chains only allowed him to play with his nipples. After watching the pleasure his protégé received, Superman spent his time exploring his own. It only enhanced his pleasure and confusion as the once mighty hero began to feel his mighty will start to waiver.

He still had no contact with anyone except for Darkseid, and that was only when he was torturing Superboy. The hero was positive that he was on Apokolips, but all he had seen was his tiny cell. It also bothered him that in the days that he had been a prisoner of Darkseid, he had not had to use the bathroom. He might have pursued the reason for this oddity if it weren’t for his painful erection.

The door to his cell entered and Superman growled as Desaad entered. “Have you been enjoying the show Superman?”

“You will pay for this monster!” Superman promised as he glared at the sick man who broke his protégé.

Desaad smiled as he ran his thin fingers through Superman’s hair. “You can certainly try, but there is no escaping your fate.”

The Man of Steel tried to jerk his head away, but the grip of the evil little man held tight and caused him to grunt in pain as his hair pulled. Desaad merely smiled as he pulled the hero’s head up. His other hand traced Superman’s jaw as he leaned close enough to kiss. “The game is about to begin.”

Superman hissed as he felt Desaad take a firm grip of his tented erection. “Don’t touch me!” He gasped as the pleasure he felt scared him.

“I see you are much bigger than Superboy,” Desaad mused as he softly jerked the helpless hero off through his costume.

“Stop it!” The man of steel bellowed in rage. His face was red with a mixture of humiliation and anger.

Desaad chuckled as Superman’s commands did nothing to faze him. At one time the hero would have scared him shitless but now helplessly chained, he was all talk. “Aren’t you enjoying this?”

“No!” Superman snapped.

“I think you are. Look how hard your dick is right now. See how it quivers with delight when I touch it.”

“No!” Superman’s denial was a bit weaker than before. There was no denying the pleasure he felt as his thick hard cock was handled by the ugly man.

Desaad squeezed the hero’s cock and a small stain started to grow on his briefs. Superman looked down in horror as he felt dizzy with the pleasure that he was feeling. “Oh Rao,” He moaned softly.

“Do you want to cum Superman?”

For a brief second, the hero felt himself nodding his head. Realizing what he was doing, he tried to break the hold on his cock by moving his hips. “You sick pervert!” He spat as he sat there helplessly.

“I’m not the one with an erection, little man.” Desaad smirked as he patted the spandex covered head of his cock.

Superman grunted as he felt his cock harden even more. The stain of precum on his briefs had grown larger and he was afraid that he was going to lose control if the evil man touched him further.

Desaad released his prisoner’s cock as he lifted up the hero’s chin and stared deep into his slightly frightened blue eyes. “I give you this one chance to submit to Darkseid. Swear your complete allegiance to my lord and I will spare you of the tortures that I have in store.”

A spark of rebellion ignited in Superman as he glared at his captor. “I will never submit!” He declared. “You will have to kill me first!”

“I was hoping that you would say that,” Desaad said with an evil smile. He clapped his hands and a pair of Parademons came into the cell.

Superman was amazed as the chains binding him fell off his body. He stretched his sore joints and muscles as he slowly climbed to his feet.

“Strip,” Desaad commanded with a hard glint in his eyes.

The hero lunged for the evil man but the Parademons grabbed him before he could reach the torturer. Superman doubled over as a savage punch slammed into his gut. The other Parademon slammed both of his hands into the small of his back causing him to crash into the floor.

“Naughty Superman,” His captor chided as he took out a strange wand. He slammed the wand into the middle of his back.

The hero screamed as volts of electricity coursed through his body. Convulsing in pain, he would have lost control of his bladder if there was anything to lose. After what seemed like an eternity, Desaad lifted up the wand leaving Superman panting in pain.

“Let’s try this again,” the evil man said grimly. “Take off your costume!”

“Go…..to…..hell….” Superman slowly gasped in pain. As the wand made contact again, his pants turned into screams of pain as he convulsed on the concrete floor. This process repeated several times as the two Parademons watched without expression.

Desaad made sure to keep the Man of Steel conscious due to his vast experience in torturing his victims. What made it worse for Superman was that his cock was hard the entire time. In fact the electric shock seemed to arouse him even more as each time it brought him closer and closer to the brink of orgasming.

At one point, Desaad turned Superman over on his back. The hero’s briefs were now drenched with his precum and the wet material molded itself around his throbbing erection. After Superman refused to obey him for a fifth time, Desaad hovered the wand dangerously close to Superman’s crotch.

The hero’s eyes grew wide as he watched the wand. Afraid that the direct voltage to his cock would have horrific results, he lifted his hand in fear towards his stoic captor. “Please, don’t!” He begged.

“Take off your costume!” Desaad ordered once again.

The toll of his electric shocks had made Superman’s mind completely numb. His mighty chest heaved as he nodded slowly. The Parademons helped him to his feet and leaned him against the wall.

With his captors watching, Superman started to undress. His boots came off first as they fell to the floor from his still shaking hands. His belt was added to the pile before his precum drenched briefs were peeled down his legs. The front of his blue tights were just as wet as the hero’s excitement made the material slick with his juices. Every vein and curve of his hardened cock was clearly seen through the thin material.

Superman lifted up his shirt to reveal a forest of black hair across his massive muscular chest. The forest thinned into a thick trail as it ran down the middle of his rock hard abdominals and into the waistline of his tights. The shirt fell down to the floor joining the rest of his discarded costume.

Finally all that was left was his wet blue tights. Superman reluctantly starting to pull them down as his erect cock came out in the open. His tree trunk legs were just as hairy as his chest and the forest of pubic hair seemed tiny compared to the massive erection that proudly saluted his captors.

The hero tried to cover his excitement with his hands, but it did little to hide the majesty of his throbbing erection. A drop of precum rolled off the mushroom head of his cock and slowly dropped to the floor dangling by a line of precum.

Superman never felt so mortified in his entire life. He could feel the eyes taking in the perfection of his body making him feel like a toy that a child was yearning for. At their master’s command, the Parademons grabbed the weak hero by his arms and forced him to sit back down on the concrete slab.

Desaad vanished out of the cell as the minions started to chain the hero back into his bondage. Superman tried to struggle at first, but with his non-existent strength, it only brought more pain to his vulnerable body.

When the chains were completely reattached and the naked hero was helpless in his bondage, Desaad came back into the cell. He smiled when he saw the Man of Steel look sullenly at his captor.

The evil man held two small clamps in his hands which he attached to each of Superman’s nipples. The hero gasped in pain as they bit down on the hardened nubs. His lack of invulnerability enhanced the small pains that could have been shrugged off by a normal man.

“Are you ready for your next lesson, Superman?” Desaad asked with a hint of glee.

Superman closed his eyes in denial as he tried to gather whatever strength of will he had left. “You won’t get away with this!” He whispered softly.

The evil man laughed as he took out a small device from his pocket. Pressing a button, he watched with a huge grin on his face as the clamps on his prisoner’s nipples came to life and shocked the helpless hero.

The Man of Steel cried out as the volts tortured one of his most sensitive and vulnerable body parts. His cock started to quiver as well as a stream of precum started to run down his thick shaft.

“This is the lowest setting,” Desaad explained as the shocks faded.

Sweat poured down his face as the hero realized that this was just the beginning of his tortures at the hands of Darkseid’s servants.

Desaad patted the hero’s matted hair as he turned to leave. “I have other matters to attend to, Superman.”

Another wave of electric shocks slammed into his nipples as Superman’s cries grew louder and louder. “Wait!” Superman begged after the shocks ran their course.

The evil man turned and arched an eyebrow at his whimpering prisoner. “You are ready to submit already?” He asked with surprise in his voice.

Not broken yet, Superman gasped as he shook his head. “You will have to kill me first!”

Desaad patted the hero’s cheek as he chuckled. “I can keep you alive for a very long time, Superman. You’ll not escape me by dying.”

The Man of Steel cried out as another wave of shocks hit him. His legs squeezed in tight against his cock and balls, giving him a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. As his captor left the cell, Superman could only hope that his allies would find him soon and rescue him from this sexual hell.

Darkseid’s Revenge Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Slumped in the corner of his cell, Superboy stared down at his still erect cock. His body was covered in sweat causing it to glisten in the red light that took away his powers. He could barely remember a time when he did not have a throbbing erection. The collar around his neck still made it impossible to touch himself and his need to cum consumed everything.

The hero didn’t even notice that his cell door had been opened as he whimpered softly. Desaad would occasional visit him, and he began to look forward to those visits. Each time, he would bring the teen to the brink of orgasm only to deny it to him in the end. The experience was agony, but at least someone was touching his cock. He no longer cared that it was another man touching him. All he cared about now was getting his release.

“Superboy,” Desaad said gravely. “It is time.”

The skinny disgusting man looked like an angel to the sexually delirious young hero. His tired blue eyes lit up as hope sparked within him. Was the moment that he was yearning finally here? Superboy stiffly climbed to his feet as his hard cock bobbed with joy.

“Yes, sir.” The hero said softly.

Desaad attached a leash to the collar around Superboy’s neck and led him out of his cell. Immediately he could feel his powers start to return, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered to him was satisfying the need of his cock.

Superboy was brought inside a large room that was completely empty of any kind a furniture. A stage was in the center of the room with steps at each end climbing up. The walls were lined up with muscular men who all watched as he walked in the room. Normally he would have been mortified that he was naked from the waist down and sporting a rock hard erection, but at this point he would do anything to cum.

Directed to stand in the middle of the stage, Superboy did as he was told. Desaad pressed a button and chains descended from the ceiling and were attached to the hero’s wrists. As soon as he walked into the room, the teen could feel his powers fading once more until he was weak as a kitten. Even if he wanted to, the window for his escape had passed. With his wrists and ankles now secured with chains, Superboy’s head slumped down to his chest. He prayed that he would be able to cum before they killed him.

“Welcome Gentlemen,” Desaad said with his oily smile. “I am sure you recognize our guest. This is Superboy, the half breed Kryptonian/Human clone. Granny excused you from your usual training sessions to help me with a small experiment. Your task will be to bring this pathetic excuse of a human to the brink of orgasm and then deny him. Those successful in this will earn the favor of Granny and our Lord, Darkseid.”

The evil man slowly circled Superboy as he talked. “Now as you can see the boy is already sexually excited. He has been in this state for 72 hours. The effects as you can see has caused his tiny penis to turn purple from the strain, but you will notice the effects this has had on his mind. A normal human would not be able to maintain an erection this long, but his Kryptonian DNA has made this possible.”

As Desaad softly gripped Superboy’s erection, he moaned like a bitch in heat. “Notice how sensitive touching his penis has made the boy. His testosterone has taken over, and all he can think about is reaching the point of orgasm.”

Superboy’s hips thrust forward trying to get as much traction as possible. “Please let me cum, Sir.” He mumbled over and over again. His lust made it impossible to focus on what the torturer was saying to the other men.

“The boy’s ass is also very sensitive as it was used to trigger and bring him into the state,” Desaad explained as he turned the young hero around so everyone could get a good look at his rear. Softly smacking the round mounds of muscle caused Superboy to moan with pleasure.

Desaad walked directly behind Superboy and ripped his black shirt down the middle exposing his smooth muscular chest. “There is one final erogenous zone that you should be aware of,” he explained as he started to touch and manipulate his nipples. Superboy’s moans rose as his eyes grew wide. Pleasure that he never thought possible exploded through his body.

“Most Earth humans are unaware of the pleasure their nipples can give them,” Desaad explained as he continued to play with Superboy’s nickel sized nipples. “Feel free to exploit this during your task.”

The tattered shreds of his shirt were pulled off leaving Superboy completely naked and defenseless. His six inch hard cock arched forward as it thrust in the air looking for anything to touch.

“Your task is simple,” Desaad ordered. “I want you to stimulate and tease this boy until he agrees to swear allegiance to Darkseid. There is a special prize for the student who achieves this. However, be warned. If anyone makes Superboy cum before this happens, he will be in my care until Granny is ready to forgive him.”

The threat made the men in the room pale in fear. Desaad’s sick appetite for torture was well known. The thought that he also enjoyed sexually torturing a man, along with his more run of the mill torture, scared them even more.

Superboy watched helplessly as the men started to move closer to him. So desperate to cum, he welcomed their touch as two dozen hands started to touch his shivering naked body. “Oh god, it feels so good!” He moaned pathetically.

His moans grew louder as they manipulated his nipples, cock, and ass. As the three body parts were touched, pinched, slapped, and kissed. Like a dog in heat, the boy started to rub his cock against anything that was close enough to touch. He no longer cared about his pride as he humped, trying to get off.

The men would bring him to the brink of orgasm and then step back. Smiles were painted on their faces as Superboy would hump the open air whimpering as they denied him yet another orgasm. Desaad watched the fun knowing that this must be driving Superman crazy. He had not been allowed the pleasure of torturing Darkseid’s enemy yet, but he was looking forward to it.

The men repeated this process a dozen times bringing Superboy to the point of orgasm and then cruelly denying it to him. It left the hero in a complete mess as he begged to be able to cum. Desaad could see that his mind was close to breaking. Soon the boy will be a servant of Darkseid.

Since each man wanted the prize that was being offered to them, they decided amongst themselves to take the hero one at a time. The men lined up according to their rank in Granny’s orphanage and waited for their chance to break the poor horny hero.

The first man walked up to Superboy and slapped him across the face. “Serve Darkseid!” He snarled.

The hero cried out in pain as he hung in his bondage. “I will never serve Darkseid.” He whispered softly. Even in his extreme need to cum, a small reserve of will was left to stop him from taking that fatal step.

The man grabbed each one of Superboy’s nipples and twisted them savagely causing him to scream in agony. His body was so unused to pain that even a small amount had him screaming bloody murder. Superboy shrieked as the frustrated man savagely kicked him in the balls with his knee.

The second man had a different approach as he started to masturbate the horny boy in an attempt to break him. He would jack him off for a couple of minutes and then stop. As Superboy whimpered and begged for the chance to cum, the man would order him to submit to Darkseid. Each time, it took longer for Superboy to resist, but he still did not make that fateful choice.

The men all took their turns in trying to break the helpless hero. Some tried pain and torture while others exploited Superboy’s horny state and tried to break him sexually. All of them failed to get the boy to swear his allegiance to the dark god.

Desaad watched it all with glee as the men all tried and failed. He never thought they would be able to break him, but their efforts tore down what little will Superboy had left. He lost count how many times the hero was brought to the point of orgasm and then denied. Those little parasites were amazing creatures, and he would have to procure more in the future for his victims.

Clapping his hands, the evil little man ordered the men back to their positions against the wall. They all were disappointed that none of them would get the prize, but going against Desaad’s orders would mean becoming one of his guests. None of them were willing to risk that.

Desaad walked over to the boy hanging in his bondage. He could smell the days of sweat and precum that now pooled around his feet. He softly ran his finger up and down Superboy’s thick shaft causing him to shudder with pleasure.

“I think it is time to stop playing games, Superboy.” He purred into his ears. “How long can you keep this up? Do you think Superman is going to save you? He hasn’t shown up yet. Right now he is probably creating another clone to take your place.”

“No,” Superboy moaned. “He will come for me.”

“Even if he does, what will he think when he sees what kind of pervert you are? Will he throw you out of the hero community because you are a sexual pervert? Can he trust you not to use your powers to rape the puny mortals of Earth, like your friends Robin and Kid Flash?”

The hero flinched at his words as he found himself blushing. He never thought of his teammates being attractive before but in his horny state his delirious mind started to fantasize about having sex with them. That only heightened his sexual frenzy as his constant stream of precum started to flow faster.

“Or would you prefer Superman himself to fuck your little ass and for him to make you his bitch? Perhaps Batman is who you desire. A normal human able to break and command you?”

Images of his mentors taking sexual advantage of him invaded his mind as Desaad’s words seemed to come to life. Thanks to his sexual tortures at the hands of Darkseid’s lackey, Superboy was forever changed. He yearned for the powerful men’s touch to bring him to this state of pleasure and sweet release.

“Once your disgusting fantasies are discovered, they will throw you away like the piece of garbage that you are!” Desaad whispered in his ears.

Superboy could not take it anymore as he burst into tears. His body convulsed with his sobs as the shame of his perversions stung deep in his soul.

“Of course, you can always serve Darkseid.” Desaad purred softly. “My Lord has a very high place of honor in store for you.” His hand grasped the boy’s erect cock and slowly started to pump. “All these men in the room can be your slaves. They can roughly fuck and dominate you, or they can submit to your superior might. Think of the possibilities.”

The hero moaned as new fantasies invaded his mind. He pictured having a harem of the most good-looking and sculpted men at his disposal. Massive orgies and other sexual perversions could be at his pleasure anytime he wanted it. There was no chance of being judged and shunned as his kind god and master granted him any wish for his service.

Desaad continued to whisper in his poor victim’s ear as he slowly jerked him off. As Superboy felt his much needed orgasm coming closer and closer, he felt himself drowning in his lust. The pleasure was so great and wonderful that his need to cum took over every part of his mind.

“Oh God,” He whispered as he felt a slow surge in his balls. Unaware that the parasite deep in his rectum was greatly enhancing his pleasure, the boy thought he was finally letting out years of repressed sexual tension.

The evil man made sure that his victim’s road to orgasm was slow as he masterfully manipulated the hero’s cock. His moans were music to his ears as he played him like a lute. Superboy’s last bastion of will was finally broken down, and he was now ready to take that fateful step of submission.

As Superboy slowly went down past the point of no return, he felt a hand softly caress his cheek. He looked up and saw the smiling face of Darkseid looming over him.

“Submit to me,” The evil god said softly as the surge in the boy’s loins grew more and more powerful.

His blue eyes grew wide as the moment that he waited, yearned, and begged for was approaching. He could no longer contain the surge as it rose up from his balls into the shaft of his penis.

“I will serve you always, Master!” Superboy cried out.

His cock after being hard and tease for so long exploded as the amount of pleasure Superboy experienced shattered the remains of his mind. His screams felt like it shook the room as his cum exploded everywhere. It was the sweetest moment in his entire life, and as the powerful orgasm reached its peak, Superboy felt all of his willpower drain from him.

Ropes of thick cum continued to shoot from his throbbing cock as his muscular body shook in the throes of the immense feeling. It splattered against the walls, floors, and even the ceiling as Desaad firm grip continued to keep his powerful orgasm going.

When it was over, the room was filled with the boy’s musk and the smell of cum. His seed covered almost everything in front of him except for Darkseid who didn’t have a drop of cum on him. Superboy felt his chains release as he dropped down to his knees. His face had a huge grin on it, and a look a satisfaction as his afterglow was just as powerful as his fading orgasm.

Bending down, the boy kissed the boots of his master. “I will serve you always, Lord Darkseid.” He said with love and affection in his voice. No trace of his former self was present as Superboy now was the loyal thrall of the evil god.

Darkseid smiled as he accepted Superboy’s loyal affections. His plan had gone smoothly thanks to the combined efforts of Granny Goodness and Desaad. Superman was now ready for his personal attention.

Darkseid’s Revenge Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Superman pulled at his chains as he sat in his prison cell. He had woken up a short time ago to find chains attached from the wall to his wrists and ankles. At first, he was shocked that he was unable to use his strength to shatter the chains easily, but then he noticed the faint red glow coming from the lights on the ceiling. Darkseid must have constructed these lamps to act as a red sun, successfully nullifying his powers.

How the evil god could have discovered such technology was a puzzle to the hero as he sat in silence. Only Brainiac had such technology, and he was never one to share knowledge. His cell was bare except for two screens that had been mounted on the wall in front of him. At the moment they were both off and such he was alone. Superman didn’t remember this kind of cell on Warworld, so he had deduced that Darkseid had taken him back to Apokolips.

With no way to break the chains binding him, Superman could only hope that the Justice League would be able to figure out his location and that he had been captured. He had left in such a hurry that the hero did not tell anyone where he was going. It was a stupid mistake on his part and one that will bite him in the end.

One of the screens flickered on, and Superman saw that it was a similar cell to his own. He saw Superboy sitting laying on the concrete slab and his hope ignited when he saw his protégé moving. ‘At least Superboy is alive,’ the hero thought in relief. Now if only there was just the means to escape. He was sure that Superboy’s cell would be equipped with the red sun lamps like his own.

His thoughts of escape were shattered when he saw Desaad entering the cell. Superboy had tried to jump him but without his powers, he was easily beaten. Superman gasped as the young hero’s pants were pulled down and his genitals were exposed. What kind of sick joke was this?

Yet something started to stir within him and in his tights as he watched the evil torturer start to spank Superboy. Superman tried to fight it, but that stirring caused his cock start to harden. A horrible thought crossed his mind that he might be enjoying seeing another man being dominated. What was worse was that he saw Superboy was equally aroused as Desaad smacked his ass.

“Enjoying yourself, Superman?” Darkseid asked as the second screen flickered on to reveal his grim face.

The man of steel blushed as he tried to cover his excitement with his hands. The chains stopped him, and his tented red briefs were there for anyone to see.

“You animal!” Superman cried out. “What did you do to us?”

Darkseid smiled making his ugly face seem even more sinister. “I did nothing, Kryptonian. Your body’s reactions were your own.”

The hero furiously thought if the evil god was lying or not. He loved Lois and was attracted to her sexually. He kept trying to tell himself that, but it wasn’t the thought of the lovely reporter that made his cock so achingly hard.

“Is there some deep attraction that you have for your young protégé, Superman?” Darkseid asked as they both watched Superboy getting off on a spanking. “Or do you wish that you were in his place? It is quite common for the powerful to have fantasies about being powerless. Is this the case? Or are you just a sexual deviant?”

“Shut up!” Superman ordered as his enemy’s words cut deep into him. His cock throbbed with a longing that he never felt before. This was easily the hardest that his cock had ever got and the pleasure he was feeling was making his head spin.

“As you wish, Superman, but it will not change the facts.”

However much he wanted to look away, the hero found his eyes glued to the television. Why was he so horny and turned on? Why was his cock longing to be touched? Darkseid’s words echoed in his mind as he unconsciously tried to touch himself only to be denied by the chains holding him in bondage.

Darkseid smiled as he watched his plan come to life. Granny was a genius to suggest using the parasite on the two Kryptonians. He didn’t care about Superboy since it was Superman he was after. The Man of Steel was the main threat stopping him from reaching his goal of obtaining the Anti-Life Equation. Once the hero belonged to him, then the rest of the Justice League would fall to his might.

“This is sick!” Mongul spat behind him. “Why don’t you just kill them and be done with it!”

The evil god smiled at the impatience of his partner. Mongul was just an ends to a means. A distraction to buy him the time he needed to break Superman once and for all. “We agreed that I would be the one to break Superman.” He said calmly. “My people know the consequences of failing. They will break him, and your revenge will be complete.”

Mongul grunted as he turned away in disgust. Darkseid knew that the warlord would turn on him eventually, but his strength alone was not enough to vanquish him. Until his pawn had played his part, he would tolerate this inconvenience.

His Motherbox beeped at him, and Darkseid drew his attention from the sexual torture of Superboy to see what the supercomputer wanted. “It seems the Justice League is on their way to Warworld.”

Mongul cursed as he pounded his fist against the wall.

If the warlord did not think he could defeat the Justice League then how could he believe that he could turn on him? Darkseid thought with a smile.

“You don’t need to destroy them,” He ordered softly. “Just provide the distraction to give me time to break Superman. If you need my assistance, I will gladly send my Parademons to assist you.”

The Motherbox opened a portal to Warworld and Mongul stepped through, preparing himself for battle. Whether the fool was successful in his part to be a misdirection for the other Earth heroes was of little consequence. Darkseid had all the time he needed to break Superman once and for all. As far as he was concerned, his need for Mongul was over.

Superboy whimpered as he tried to touch his throbbing cock again. As soon as his hand got close, an electric shock would cause his body to convulse. He sat in his cell as he stared down at his erection. His need to cum consumed everything to the point that he could not focus on anything else.

The collar around his neck prevented him from achieving the orgasm that he so desperately needed. The pain of the shocks was too much for him to ignore. He had even tried to rub his cock against the concrete walls of his prison, but the rough material just rubbed his manhood raw.

Once again he tried to touch himself only to fall to the floor in pain. Each shock was worse than the last, but he didn’t care. Oh, how he needed to cum so badly. His cock seemed to mock him as it quivered in delight with precum flowing freely from its mushroom head.

“Having fun, Superboy?” Desaad said with his oily smile.

The young hero looked up with tears of frustration. “Please, sir. I need to cum.”

“I see that you remembered your first lesson. Perhaps I will reward you for your progress.”

Normally his pride would have prevented him from showing any respect for such a disgusting madman, but he would do anything to be able to achieve his much needed orgasm. Superboy had lost track of how long he was in the cell and during the entire time his cock had been as hard as steel.

Desaad walked into the cell and softly ran his hand across the teen’s cheek. He smiled as the boy shivered with unwanted pleasure and attention from him. That will change by the time he was done with him.

Kneeling down, he took the hard and quivering cock in his hand causing Superboy to moan and shudder with delight. “Even hard, your cock is only six inches,” he mused almost seemingly to himself.

The teen burned with shame as Desaad criticized his average cock. Even so, his hips moved forward as it welcomed any touch to get to the sweet point of release.

Desaad wiped away the drop of precum that had formed on his cock head and started to study it. “Very close to a human male, but quite different from an Apokoliptian. I wonder if your hybrid cloning had any effect on your reproductive system.”

His words just frustrated Superboy as he wished the madman would just let him cum already. The hand on his cock felt so incredibly good that he imagined that it was M’gann who was touching him.

“I suppose that I will have to study you further when I have the time,” Desaad said a bit regretfully.

The evil man stood to his feet as Superboy groaned with frustration. “Please, sir! I need to cum so badly!” He mumbled incoherently.

Desaad grabbed Superboy by his chin and forced the teen to look up at him. “I will allow you to cum if you swear your life and allegiance to Darkseid.”

Superboy felt a trickle of sweat run down his face as he stared helplessly at the boney man in the brown robe. To serve Darkseid would betray everything he ever stood for. However much he wanted to give in and accept, Superboy just could not make that final step that would doom him to a life of pain and suffering.

The Torturer smiled as he shoved his prisoner’s head back. “I was hoping that you would refuse,”

Once again Superboy tried to touch himself and once again he was shocked from the collar around his neck. He slid down the wall as he banged his fists in frustration. “Why won’t you let me cum?”

Desaad was already gone leaving the poor boy to suffer through his sexual torture.

Superman watched helplessly with his erection trying to break free of the tight confines of his costume. Not once did it go down and it was starting to get to him. At first, he was strong and didn’t try to touch himself once he had discovered that Darkseid was watching him. As he watched Superboy being shocked each time the boy tried to touch himself, he felt his desire grow more and more.

Eventually, he got to the point where he stopped caring. His cock ached to be touched so badly, and the pleasure just kept building with no release in sight. He never knew this level of sexual frustration even when he was a horny teenager.

Finally unable to take this anymore, Superman tore his eyes from the screen showing Desaad inspecting the teen’s cock to the screen where Darkseid was watching them both. “Why are you doing this?” He demanded. There was a slight strain to his voice.

“You have been a hindrance to my plans for too long, Superman.” The evil god replied. “Your actions against me has forced me to take the matter into my own hands.”

“Why Superboy? He’s just a boy!”

Darkseid smiled, but they did not reach the hatred in his eyes. “The boy is your weak spot. He is a tool to break you.”

“You have me!” Superman declared. “Let him go! I’m the one you want.”

“I will agree to let the boy go if you promise to worship me as your god and master!”

It was one promise that the man of steel just could not make. “I’ll never submit to you, monster!”

His words were empty as the hero’s attention turned back to the screen of the sexually frustrated Superboy. He could feel the yearning of his cock for its release and wondered how long this would last. Even if Darkseid killed them both, he would never submit to the evil god.

Darkseid’s Revenge Chapter 1

Chapter 1

With an angry glare, Superman raced across the galaxy at full speed. His protégé, Superboy, had been kidnapped by one of his greatest enemies, Mongul. The alien warlord had taken the boy to his artificial planet, Warworld, and threatened to kill him if the Man of Steel did not show up. Superman had tangled with the powerful villain before and always managed to put the warlord in his place.

Superman landed in the middle of the arena with a vast display of power. His eyes glowed red that matched his extreme anger. Usually, he kept the extent of his strength under control, but the thought of Superboy in the hands of that mad dictator angered him beyond belief.

“MONGUL!” The hero with a bellow that caused the very earth beneath his fear to tremble . “I’M HERE!”

The towering villain smirked as he stood up from his massive throne that overlooked the arena. Yellow skin and red eyes, Mongul would have intimidated many with his sheer size and muscles. Superman was undaunted, knowing that the warlord’s power could not stand against his own.

“Welcome to Warworld, Superman,” Mongul said in a soft almost growling voice.

“Where is Superboy!” The hero demanded as he clenched his fists.

“He is quite safe for now.”

“If you harmed a single hair on him, I will wreck your planet and hurl it into the sun!” Superman declared.

The warlord jumped down into the arena and faced the Man of Steel. “If you want the boy, you will have to go through me!”

“Gladly!” Superman retorted as his fist smashed into Mongul’s massive chest.

The villain flew back from the impact and slammed into the wall of the arena. The foreign stone cracked as Mongul grinned back at the angry hero. He truly enjoyed combat. Mongul hurled himself back to the Man of Steel as they started to trade blows. The power of their punches thundered as they beat against each other. The outcome was predictable, and soon Mongul was lying on the ground wiping the blood from his lips.

“Bring Superboy to me at once!” Superman demanded as he loomed over the defeated warlord.

The hero cried out as an unknown force suddenly knocked him across the arena. Pain wracked his normally invulnerable body as he struggled to get back to his feet. This kind of power was beyond Mongul.

“I knew that you could not handle this task on your own, Mongul.” A figure said from the shadows. Superman knew that voice. Darkseid, God King of Apokolips, stepped from his hiding place with his hands clasped behind his back.

“I could have beaten him if you have given me enough time!” Mongul growled.

Darkseid raised an eye as he glanced at the warlord. “Time is not a luxury that we can afford.”

Superman could only stare in abject horror at the unholy alliance he bore witness too. What force would permit these two cosmic horrors to work together?

He pushed his fear to the back of his mind for the sake of Superboy.

Superman gathered his strength and flung himself towards the Evil God. Focusing all of his power in a single hit, he smashed into Darkseid. As the smoke cleared from the impact, a small crater was in place of where the God once stood. Mongul picked himself up and started to investigate when a flash of red and blue soared up into the air. Darkseid floated back up to the ground as tendrils of smoke circled his body.

The Man of Steel managed to gain back control as he hovered in the air. His eyes flashed red as he shot his heat vision back to the arena. His heat vision was met by Darkseid’s Omega Beams. While he was preoccupied with Darkseid, Mongul took the opportunity to send him crashing into the arena wall. As he began to stand up, he was suddenly struck by Darkseid’s Omega Beams again, destroying the front of his costume and revealing his massive, hairy chest.

Superman barely had time to recover when he saw Mongul rushing towards him once more. He threw a devastating punch towards Superman’s face. The hero caught the massive fist with both of his hands and flung the warlord back. With determination, the Man of Steel climbed to his feet ready for the fight of his life.

Mongul charged him once again and the hero dodged the attacks by rolling to the side. Darkseid joined in the fight, and Superman had to deal with both of them at the same time. At first, he managed to hold his own against the two powerful villains, but then the tide of battle started to go in their favor.

Crying out in pain, Superman was punched in the back by Darkseid as Mongul slammed his fist into his gut. His strength started to fail as his solar energy reserves started to deplete. In his anger, he had stormed here without any back up and now he was paying the price. Soon the hero was down on his knees clutching his bruised body.

“Say good night, Superman!” Darkseid said in a voice devoid of any emotion as his fist slammed into the side of the Man of Steel’s head. The hero’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he slumped to the ground.

The Evil God glanced as the panting warlord before turning away. A boom tube opened revealing the fiery pits of Apokolips. “Bring him,” Was all he said before he stepped through the portal.

Mongul threw helpless hero over his shoulder and carried him through the boom tube and onto Apokolips. ‘Our plan is actually working,’ he thought with glee as he joined his ally.

 

Deep underneath the massive palace of Apokolips, Darkseid walked down the hallways with grim determination. Mongul followed as he looked around apprehensively. They entered a grotesque laboratory that was splattered with blood and decorated with insidious looking inventions. A skinny hooded man turned and bowed as he noticed that he had a visitor.

“My lord, Darkseid,” Desaad said with complete reverance. “You honor me.”

“Are our guests prepared?” The Evil God asked softly.

“Yes, my lord. I have them both in cells that have I modified with red sun lamps. They are powerless and at your mercy.”

“Good, it cost me a great deal to get that technology from Brainiac. I am expecting quick results Desaad.”

“And you will have them, my lord! Soon both Superman and Superboy will be your willing slaves.” The evil little man said with an oily smile.

“As arrogant and thick headed as ever!” A raspy voice smirked behind them.

Granny Goodness emerged from the shadows and bowed her head to her master. “Simple torture will not do the trick, my lord.”

“Go away you old bag and leave me to my business!” Desaad snapped as he glared at the heavy older woman.

Darkseid held up his hand, and both of his loyal subjects threw one final glare at each other before bowing their head in silence. “What do you have in mind, Granny?” His voice held a slight edge with a hidden threat.

Granny swallowed as she realized that she was on thin ice with the God. “It is quite simple, my lord. To completely conquer these boys, you are going to have to torture them in a way that they do not expect. A way that they don’t know how to resist.”

“I am a master of torture!” Desaad hissed. “I can more than break them!”

The evil mistress smiled thinly as she walked over to a large glass tank. The tank was filled with what looked like black slugs, each about eight inches in length. “May I suggest that you use your little creations for the task?”

Dasaad arched an eyebrow in surprise. “My Black Worms? They crawl into the rectums of their victims and feed on waste. I created them to eliminate my prisoner’s mess so I can torture them without any distractions.”

“Isn’t it a side effect that your little pets also rub against a human male prostate while they feed? This will cause Superman and Superboy to have uncontrollable erections. You can use this side effect to completely turn them into submissive slave for our master.”

Darkseid looked thoughtful as he scratched his chin. Even Desaad’s icy glare began to melt as he realized the merit of Granny’s suggestion. “This could work in our favor, my lord.” He said somewhat grudgingly. “If our prisoners don’t realize what is inside them then it will cause confusion and fear. That will make it easier to break them.”

“I want you to work with Granny to break the both of them,” Darkseid ordered. “Both of your lives depend on the speed and efficiency of this task.”

As Mongul followed the dark god out of the room, Desaad and Granny put their heads together to start planning their strategy.

 

Superboy groaned as he slowly woke up. Something hard and cold pressed against his body. He slowly opened his eyes. Confused, the young hero looked down at the cold concrete slab that he was lying on. His head throbbed as he tried to remember what had happened. His last memory was flying towards Metropolis in the Supercycle and then nothing.

The teen hero rose up felt a tingle deep in his ass. The cell he was in was small and concrete walls surrounded him. An opened to the cell was electrified with a strange reddish energy. Clenching his fists, Superboy gathered his power and slammed it against one of the walls. Pain shot through his hand as he yelped in pain.

Normally he would have been able to demolish the wall into dust, but it was his hand that felt like someone had smashed it with a hammer. Superboy sat back down on the bench as he tried to nurse his hurting hand. What was going on here?

“You won’t be able to escape, Superboy.”

The young hero’s head snapped up as he stared at the skinny, disgusting looking man at the door of his cell with a Parademon flanking each side. “I don’t know who you are, but you made a huge mistake!”

Desaad laughed as he smirked at the helpless hero. “Silly boy, you couldn’t hurt a fly in your current condition.”

“What are you talking about?”

The skinny man pointed up at the ceiling of the hero’s cell. “We installed your cell with lamps that give off the same radiation as a red sun. Right now you are completely powerless.”

Superboy looked up and noticed the red light coming from the ceiling. No wonder he felt so strange. For the first time in his life, his body was the same as a normal teenager’s, he felt like his soul had been ripped from his body.

“Let me out of here, you freak!” He shouted as he leaped to his feet. “You’ll be sorry when the Justice League comes to kick your sorry ass!”

Desaad raised an eyebrow as he shook his head. “Such a lack of manners!” He declared. “It looks like Superman didn’t do a very good job in raising you.”

The red energy bars of his cell shimmered away as the disgusting man stepped forward. Seeing this chance to escape, Superboy leaped forward. Even without his powers, he should be able to take down this skinny older man with ease.

The hero blinked as he slammed back against the wall of his cell. Desaad frowned as he watched the groaning hero trying to recover. As he stepped into the cell, the energy bars sprang back to life. “Such a naughty boy,” He chided as he waggled his finger.

Superboy growled as he swung his fist towards the taunting man. His eyes widened in surprise when his fist was caught and pushed back. This man had strength that didn’t match his bone thin frame.

“Since Superman did not teach you manners,” Desaad said sternly. “I will have to teach you how to respect your elders.”

The young hero refused to give up when he tried to overpower his jailer. Desaad simply grabbed him by the throat and slammed him back against the wall. His outrage exploded when the skinny man unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. Both of his hands tried with all his might to escape from the hand holding his throat but in his weakened condition it was like trying to move the sun.

“What the fuck, you sick pervert!” Superboy swore between his gasps of air.

The man responded by slamming his fist into the teen hero’s gut. As he doubled over in pain, Desaad pulled his boxers down his legs revealing his cock and balls.

“Is that all you have down there?” The torturer tsked as he flicked at Superboy’s limp cock. “I would have expected you to be bigger given your name. How disappointing!”

Superboy felt himself blushing as his cock was criticized. It was always a touchy subject with him that his penis was just average. He had heard whispers from the female superheroes on how Superman was huge, but it was one thing he never inherited from his mentor.

There was no time to react as the Parademons leaped into action. They hurled the helpless boy on the concrete slab of his cell and turned him over on his stomach. One held his hands while the other head his ankles leaving his bare ass arched in the air, Superboy struggled to escape this humiliating position. “You fucking pervert!” He hollered as his struggles failed to produce any result. “I’ll make you pay for this!”

Desaad said nothing as he flicked his wrist and a strange energy whip appeared in his hands. Superboy’s eyes grew wide as he braced himself. The evil little man drew back his arm and the whip slammed down on the helpless hero. At first Superboy grunted between clenched teeth as his bare ass was smacked by the whip. Then something started to happen. The tingle he felt in his ass started to grow as it felt like something was tickling his insides. The sensation felt strangely pleasant and he could feel his cock start to tingle as well.

His struggles started to weaken as his cock began to grow while his ass continued to be whipped. His eyes widened as he realized that he was getting off sexually from being punished by this pervert.

His growing erection did not go unnoticed as the whip continued to smack his ass. “My, my, Superboy. It looks like someone is liking this!”

It just couldn’t be possible, Superboy thought in panic. He had always like girls and never felt any kind of attraction to men. Yet his cock was betraying him by its hardness and the pleasure of his excitement merged with the pain of having his ass being whipped.

The pleasure climbed steadily as his grunts of pain turned into moans of pleasure. Superboy tried to think of anything and everything that would divert his growing lust. Yet nothing stopped his cock from becoming rock hard as it throbbed against the concrete.

Superboy’s ass started to turn from pink to red to purple and everything in between. Desaad let the whip vanish as he bent down and start to spank the boy’s sore ass with his hand as his reddened ass quivered from all the attention. With the throbbing pain starting to become less, Superboy felt his need to cum grow stronger and stronger as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

“Oh, God!” Superboy gasped as he felt himself get closer and closer to his ultimate humiliation. “Please stop this!”

The skinny man just smiled as he smacked the hero’s ass cheek. “Only when you remember your manners, little boy!”

Part of Superboy wanted to give in and give the man what he wanted to stop this now sexual spanking. With each smack, a jolt of pleasure made his quivering cock throb with desire. He panted as he tried to keep himself from making a mess on his captor’s lap.

Determined not to give in, Superboy continued to have his ass smacked. Despite his physical and mental struggles, the young hero knew that he was not able to hold back his impending orgasm much longer.

Finally, when he was on the verge of hitting the point of no return, Superboy let out a quivering moan. “I promise to be polite!” He begged as he was quickly losing his battle not to cum.

“I promise to be polite, sir.” Desaad quietly corrected as he continued his smacking.

He didn’t want to go this far, but his need to cum was beating down his pride. “Oh, god! I promise to be polite, sir!”

It was too late as Superboy felt his balls surging with pent up sexual energy. With a defeated groan, the hero braced himself for a powerful release.

Desaad quickly responded by grabbing the boy’s exposed balls and squeezing them tightly in his palm. Superboy squealed in pain as he felt his impending orgasm sharply die. He tumbled to the floor curling up in the fetal position as a searing pain exploded in his gut. It was worse than being kicked in the balls.

His captor tsked as he kicked Superboy in his gut adding to his pain. “That should teach you, boy!” He said sternly.

Superboy felt tears running down his cheeks as he clutched his burning gut. There was no fight in him as Desaad grabbed his hair and slapped a collar around his throat. Desaad let go, and the teen collapsed back on the floor as he landed in a pool of his tears. Gathering the hero’s jeans and boxers, he left his prisoner alone in the cell with his intense pain and throbbing erection.

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Wonderboy: The Beginning of The End Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Ray grinned as he looked at the shell of the former hero. Gone was the confidence and power that once caused criminals to shudder with fear. The connection the hero had with his mystical belt was almost severed completely and soon he would go down in history for destroying the mighty Wonderboy.

He nodded to Officer Monteg and Donnie who each took a hold of the hero’s arms. They escorted him to another room of their hideout. In far end of the room there were chairs that looked like medieval thrones. Donnie had stolen them from the local university drama department. The golden chairs were arranged so each of the conspirators would be able to have a seat.

On the other end of the room was a table that had a blanket covering the contents. Cameras were set up from all angles that all pointed to the center of the room where a red square carpet sat. The men led Wonderboy to the center of the red carpet and ordered him to stand there while each of the men took their seats.

Ray took out a remote control and turned on the cameras. His victory would be recorded and the world will see their beloved hero’s defeat.

Wonderboy slightly whimpered as he stood there before men who once feared and respected him. Now he was a broken shell of his former self and all he cared about was finally being able to cum. His eyes were glassy from the intensity of his lust and all authority that his muscular body once had was replaced with a submission that made him barely recognizable.

“State your name!” Ray commanded from his seat.

The hero trembled as he bowed his head in shame. “I am Wonderboy.” He whispered.

“Louder!” The nerd snapped as his hand slapped down on the arm of his chair.

“Wonderboy!” The once powerful hunk stated as his rich baritone voice cracked with fear.

“Who is your master?” Ray asked harshly.

“I serve you, Master Ray.” The hero replied without hesitation.

“Why do you serve me?”

“You have defeated me, master.”

Ray could barely contain his glee as the cameras recorded his triumph over the powerful hero. “Since you have been defeated, I command you to strip out of your costume. You are no longer worthy of wearing it, but leave your belt around your waist.”

“Yes, Master.” Wonderboy intoned as he started to remove his clothing. His leather harness was the first to come off as his muscular chest was fully revealed. His nipples were hard from desire and there were tremors in his eight pack as the hero quivered in fear and lust.

Next to come off were his boots and they were added to the pile of his former threads of identity. Wonderboy struggled to peel off his briefs as they were soaked with his precum. The wet spandex clung to his groin and resisted coming off. After several minutes, the hero finally got his star spangled briefs removed and he dropped them on the pile.

His hard cock was now finally free of it’s spandex prison. Unlike the rest of the hero’s submissive body, it proudly saluted the men who had a hand in his defeat. It still leaked precum like a faucet and a string of his own fluids dropped down to the red carpet, staining it.

Ray motioned to Scot and the teen got up from his chair and walked over to the covered table and removed the blanket. “I want you to dress in your new uniform Wonderslave.”

As the hero turned towards the table, he stared at the contents. Scot returned to his seat but before he did, he slapped the muscular ass of his former friend. Wonderboy jerked forward as his precum flew across the room.

Looking down at the table, he saw various collars in the center. Normally he would have been appalled to wear something like this, but his need to cum was so great that he would do anything to achieve his most powerful orgasm yet.

His hands trembled slightly as he picked up the largest collar and secured it around his neck. Somewhere deep in his mind, Wonderboy knew that he was going down the path of ultimate submission. The cameras took in every second of his defeat as he applied smaller collars around his wrists and ankles.

A chain sat on the table that had two jaws on either end. Wonderboy picked it up and wondered what it was for. Officer Monteg got up from his chair and walked over to the confused hero. He took the chain and applied each jaw to both of his aroused nipples. The former hero gasped as he felt a mixture of pain and pleasure that only added to his lust.

As the corrupted police officer returned to his seat, Donnie walked over to the hero and picked up a rubber cone. He ordered Wonderboy to bend over and spread his ass cheek. Meekly complying, he gasped as the hulking teen pushed the cone up his ass after covering the surface with a lubricant.

The invading cone felt strange to the horny hero but he could feel the tip pressing against something that greatly increased his pleasure. His muscular legs trembled as the waves of pleasure made him feel dizzy with desire.

Ray stood up and picked up a leash that he attached to the hero’s collar. He returned to his chair and dragged the hero back to the center of the red carpet. “Behold Wonderboy’s transformation into Wonderslave!” He proclaimed to the cameras. “Now Wonderslave, submit by severing your powers. CUM!”

Somewhere in the back of his shattered mind, Wonderboy shrieked with horror as his hand started to stroke his enflamed cock. Yet there was no resisting his master’s command as he pleasured himself in front of the cameras.

After being teased for so long, Wonderboy sighed with relief as he finally got to touch himself. His stream of precum started to flow like a river as his hand stroked faster and faster. Almost instinctively his other hand reached for the chain what was hanging from his ensnared nipples and pulled on it to increase his pleasure and pain.

He also felt the cone in his ass start to vibrate against his prostate. The combination off all these simulations was just too much for the defeated hero. A whining groan escaped from his lips as a powerful surge started to explode within him.

His cries grew louder and louder as his final defeat started to build in his cock and balls. A single tear ran down his cheek as the part of him that was still aware mourned for the eventual loss of his powers. His hand was stroking so quickly that it was a blur as it moved up and down his engorged shaft.

A pink aura started to shine around his waist as his mystical belt started to shimmer with magical energy. The aura grew brighter and brighter until the hero’s waist looked like it was a pink shimmering wall.

With a bestial cry, Wonderboy felt himself explode. The first string of cum shot from his flared mushroom head as the time of his defeat had finally come.

“Oh no!” He cried out as he felt something snap within his soul.

Yet it was too late to stop his powerful orgasm as ropes of cum shot out of his cock like a machine gun. The men who defeated him were stunned by the cries of passion and anguish from the hero that they had destroyed. Even as his cum hit them, they sat in a stunned silence and didn’t move.

For Wonderboy it was not only his ultimate defeat but his ultimate pleasure. His head swam as the force of his orgasm shut down all his other senses. He was one with his exploding cock and his balls continued to churn out his pent up seed.

The pink aura that came from Wonderboy’s belt became blinding as the former hero was completely engulfed. The center of the room was covered in the impenetrable cloud of pink.

The men jumped up from their chairs as the ropes of cum finally stopped shooting from the cloud of pink. Each one of them were drenched in the inhuman amount of cum that had exploded from the defeated hero. In fact the room itself seemed to be covered with the thick ropes of cum.

“What’s going on?” Donnie asked his friend as he stared in disbelief.

“I don’t know!” Ray said as his eyes looked scared. “This wasn’t part of my calculations.”

The men hesitated as they approached the pink cloud. Right when they were about to put their hands against the strange force, a bright pink light exploded in the room. The force caused them to fly back against the fall and they slumped to the floor stunned.

As the light faded, Wonderboy stood in the center of the room. He was clad in his heroic costume and his body radiated with power.

Ray climbed to his feet and stared in disbelief. “No,” He whispered in shock. “How can this be?”

The hero flexed as he smirked down at the stunned and disbelieving men who tried to destroy him.

Donnie climbed to his feet and snarled as he lumbered to the revitalized hero.

“Donnie, No!” Ray screamed as his friend slammed his fist down on his enemy.

Without blinking an eye, Wonderboy caught the fist of the hulking teen. Donnie was forced down on his knees as he grunted in pain.

“What the fuck!” Officer Monteg snarled as he turned to Ray. “You said that Wonderboy would be defeated! I’ll kill you, you fucking nerd!”

As the police officer pulled out his gun, Wonderboy threw Donnie against the wall knocking the gun out of the corrupt police officer’s hand. Officer Monteg cowered as the hero picked up the gun and easily crushed it into a tiny steel ball.

Scot watched in disbelief as Wonderboy wasn’t able to do that before. His powers had grown immensely. The young man’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fainted right on the floor.

“The virus should have severed your connection!” Ray cried out in fear.

Wonderboy smiled as he looked down at the trembling nerd. “Your virus was good but it was no match for my belt’s magical powers. As my connection to the belt severed with that orgasm, it released a flood of power as a result. Now there is a new connection between me and the belt that is not only stronger than before but I now have new powers.”

“No!” Ray whispered in shock.

As the hero picked up the nerd who almost destroyed him, he cocked an eyebrow. “I should thank you Ray. Your virus made me more powerful than ever. I would never have this power if it weren’t for you.”

The nerd wailed in anguish as he and his conspirators were taken into custody by the new and improved Wonderboy.

 

Wonderboy laid down on his bed sighing with relief as he could finally relax for the first time in days. Brought back from the jaws of defeat by the powers of his mystical belt, he had triumphed over evil once again.

It would take some time to get used to his new powers. The hero felt reborn as his former self had died with that powerful orgasm. He would resume his battle against crime across the world thanks to the mystical powers of his belt.

Ray and Donnie had been taken to juvenile hall. Wonderboy felt sorry for them but was confident that they could be rehabilitated with time. Officer Monteg however was taken to a maximum security prison since he had abused his police powers in the most horrible way. His former ally swore to tell everyone of the perversions that he forced Wonderboy to endure, but the hero had made sure to destroy all the video recordings of his nightmare. Some would believe him, but many would not.

As for Scot, Wonderboy had taken him back home and returned him to his room. He would have to have a talk with his best friend about what happened between them. They could never be as close as they were, but he could not bare sending him to prison. He would personally assure that his friend would never try anything like this again.

The softness of his bed felt great as the muscular young man felt his powers coursing through his body. Not only had his powers been refreshed and improved but his mind set about sex had changed as well. He brushed his fingers against the pouch of his star spangled briefs and felt that familiar pleasure that had almost consumed him.

A wave of weakness came over Wonderboy as he jerked his hand away in shock. After a couple of seconds, his powers had returned to normal. Wonderboy touched himself again and once again felt a weakness over take him.

His eyes widened as he realized that his new powers had a weakness that he did not see. It was something that he would have to keep secret so his enemies could not exploit this. Resisting the urge to further arouse himself, the hero pulled his covers over him and fell asleep. In the far corner of the room, the hidden camera recorded everything.

Wonderboy: The Beginning of the End Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The silence in the room made Wonderboy worry as he tried in vain to break through his bonds. If his captor was correct, one more orgasm would have him lose all his powers permanently. The horror of this possibility sent waves of terror through his soul. What was worse was that he could feel his need to cum getting stronger and stronger. Soon he might not have the willpower to resist his captor’s plan to break the connection to his mystical belt.

All alone in his cell and chained to his chair, Wonderboy could only think about the sexual acts that he had just been made to watch. His best friend in the world took advantage of him sexually. That betrayal not only hurt the weakened hero, but as he replayed the scene over and over in his mind, he began to be turned on at the thought of being dominated by the weaker boy.

Soon there was a hard tent in his star spangled briefs that left a growing stain on his normally pristine uniform. It was just one more reminder on how far he had fallen since he tried to stop that bank robbery. The hero had transformed from an example of virtue to a wanton slut in heat in the matter of days.

Yet as Wonderboy felt his will crumble and his hands aching to take his tented erection in his fist, his bonds made it impossible for him to touch himself. He tried grinding his hips so there could be some kind of friction that would further stimulate his aching cock and his arms tried to break free of the binding chains so that he could touch himself. He had gone from trying to free himself to escape the clutches of his foes to trying to free himself to jerk his throbbing cock.

The door to his cell opened and Ray walked in with an insufferable smirk on his acne covered face. Wonderboy felt his face redden with shame as he used all of his willpower to stop his struggles to touch himself.

“Do you want to cum Wonderboy?” The nerd said as he brushed his fingers across the hero’s pretty face.

Oh how he ached to say yes, but always in the back of his mind was the reminder that if he came then he would lose his powers forever. Biting his lower lip in a combination of frustration and lust, the hero shook his head not trusting himself to speak.

Ray chuckled as he walked around the bound hero letting his fingers brush against the hero’s chest through his leather harness. “Give in to your desires, Wonderboy.” He said softly. “What has this city done for you? Do you think they will be grateful all the crime that you have stopped? Give in to your desires.”

“I’ll never give in to you!” Wonderboy whispered through clenched teeth. The front of his briefs were now drenched with his precum that only made the pleasure of his hard cock even more intense.

The young man stood in front of his prisoner and lifted the hero’s head up by his chin. He bent down and brushed his lips softly against the trembling hero, teasing him with the beginnings of a passionate kiss.

“All you have to do is submit and surrender to me.” He said with his face almost touching the struggling helpless hero. As he talked, Wonderboy could feel the softness of his lips brushing against his own.

His heart raced as his desires and lust exploded within him. His skin crawled with pleasure as Wonderboy felt his will weakening. His need to cum had never been greater.

“Never!” Wonderboy growled as he barely managed to keep his lust at bay.

A flash of annoyance crossed Ray’s face as he grabbed the helpless hero by his throat. “You are weak enough that I could easily kill you!” He spat as he started to strangle his prisoner.

Wonderboy felt his windpipe being crushed as his body thrashed from the lack of air. His vision started to darken as the teen choked the life out of him. He welcomed death knowing that he had resisted the ultimate humiliation. He would die a hero.

With the last spark of life fading away from Wonderboy, Ray released his grip and stepped back as the hero gasped for air. There was a darkening bruise around his neck. “You won’t escape from me that easily, Wonderboy! I have big plans for you!”

The hero slumped in his chair as his body trembled from being so close to death. With little hope of escaping from his bondage, he knew he would be unable to stop whatever tortures awaited him. Wonderboy took solace in the small victory that he had managed completely severe his powers in his need to cum.

The door opened to his cell and Donnie walked in with Officer Monteg and Scot. Wonderboy felt a shiver of fear as all his sexual assailants were in the room with him. And mingled with that fear was a growing lust that his helplessness fueled.

Ray smiled as he walked over to a chest and pulled out four strange wands. He handed each one to each of his conspirators as they formed a circle around the chained hero. Each person flipped a switch on their wand and a soft hum of vibration harmonized with each of the wands.

Donnie grinned as he touched the head of his wand against Wonderboy’s tented briefs. The hero gasped as the vibration sent a wave of pleasure through his throbbing cock. He could feel himself getting closer to his ultimate defeat as his lust started to overpower the tattered remains of his willpower.

Ray and Scot placed their wands on each of Wonderboy’s hard nipple that caused a gasp to escape from the weakened hero. Donnie kept his wand pressed hard against his crotch while his nipples were also stimulated with the sensual vibrations.

“Oh god!” The hero whimpered as he felt his body start to betray him further. He thrashed in his bondage but there was no escape from the sensual touch of the vibrating wands.

Office Monteg joined in as he placed his wand right against the hero’s balls. It was a deadly combination as each of Wonderboy’s erogenous zones were exploited. The pleasure he felt was so great that the stud felt dizzy from the constant stimulation.

Then it started to happen. Wonderboy felt himself losing his battle as a surge started to build in his balls. He was very familiar with the feeling of the start of a powerful orgasm. His heart raced with the thought that his final defeat was just moments away. Moans of pleasure and frustration echoed in the room as he felt his eyes start to fill with tears. This was it!

Yet right when he was on the brink of his most powerful orgasm yet, the villains took their wands away from his trembling body. The surge died as Wonderboy felt his orgasm start to fade away. His sweat drenched body slumped in his chair as his chest heaved.

The men waited until the hero had recovered from being on the brink of orgasming before they repeated the process. Each time they would bring their prisoner on the edge of cumming then they would stop their sexual torture.

After the seventh time of this cycle, Wonderboy felt his mind snap. Each time, he could feel his lust growing until it finally overwhelmed his entire soul. Gone was the fear of losing his powers and it was replaced with a need to cum that eclipsed everything.

Ray held up his hand to signal for his conspirators to stop their sexual torture. “Do you have something to say, Wonderboy?”

“Please,” Wonderboy moaned as his hips lifted in hopes of being touched. “Please let me cum!”

“You do realize that you will lose your powers forever.” Ray reminded the horny hero.

“I don’t care, I don’t care. Just let me cum.”

The men smiled as they looked down at the broken hero. Not only were they going to finally defeat Wonderboy once and for all, but the stud will willingly destroy the source of his powers in the process.

Ray started to take the chains off of their prisoner and soon was helped by the other men. Wonderboy just sat there as his bondage was taken off. When his hands were finally free, they instinctively tried to reach for his throbbing cock. His captors slapped his hands away from his junk sternly ordered him not to touch himself.

Once the chains that had bound the hero were released and dropped to the floor, the men helped Wonderboy to his feet. He stood there surrounded by each of the men who helped bring him to the point of ultimate defeat. His body was covered in sweat and his star spangled briefs were slick with his precum. The was no fight left in him as he completely surrendered to the will of his captors. Wonderboy was now ready for his ultimate defeat.

Wonderboy: The Beginning of The End Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Wonderboy slowly woke up and found himself bound by rope to a chair. He strained with all of his might to try and break free, but the connection to his magical powers was so weak that he could barely feel it at all.

He shook his head as he tried to remember how he got here. The last memory was of Lt. Monteg carrying him from the insane asylum. Did the perverted police officer knock him out? There were so many holes in his memory that it was hard for him to think.

Another factor was the fact that the hero could feel his cock trapped in his star spangled speedos just aching to get out. There was a pulsating lust that engulfed him as the need to cum was overwhelming.

A light above him suddenly turned on engulfing the room with a blinding light. Wonderboy blinked several times as his eyes tried to adjust to the light.

“Welcome, Wonderboy.” The familiar voice of Ray sounded through a sound system. “I hope you don’t mind the poor accommodations. It was all I could come up with at the last minute.”

“Stop this madness!” Wonderboy shouted as he tried to muster as much authority that he could. It more came out like a whimper as he tried to move so there could be friction on his engorged erection.

“Why would I stop when we are in the final act?” The teen said with laughter in his voice. “If my calculations are correct then all it will take is one more orgasm and your powers will be gone for good!”

“No!” Wonderboy gasped as he tried shaking his head in denial. Yet deep in his soul, he knew this to be true. His powers had all but abandoned him and the mystical belt around his waist just feed him feelings of lust instead. “Please! I’m begging you to stop this!”

“Poor little Wonderboy, can you feel the ultimate defeat that you are about to face?” Ray mocked. “So many villains have tried to beat you and failed, but all it took was a nerdy teenager to take you out of the game.”

The hero moaned as his need to cum crippled him. “I’ll do anything you want! Just don’t take my powers.” He moaned as his head dropped to his chest.The heat of the lamp above his head caused a slick sheen of sweat to form all over his body.

“Although I knew that you would go down, I didn’t think that you would go down so easily.” Ray voice dripped with sarcasm. “Shall we see how low you have gone?”

A curtain on the far side of the room opened to reveal a television set. Wonderboy gasped as the set flickered on. The television showed his bedroom. “How?”

“How did I figure out where you live, Wonderboy?” Ray mocked over the speaker. “Quite easily. All I had to do was track the magical aura that your belt emits. Once I altered the magic of your belt, I was always able to track you.”

The hero was shocked when he saw himself sleeping in his bed dressed in his full costume. Bits and parts of his memory started to come back to him as he saw himself on the television starting to wake up.

“Stop this!” Wonderboy demanded.

“Afraid of what you will see?”

Struggling to break free of his bonds, the helpless hero watched himself on the screen as he started to wake up. His face turned red when he noticed the huge tented erection in his star spangled briefs.

The Wonderboy on the television ran his fingers over the spandex mound as his other hand started to play with each nipple. A soft moan was heard on the screen as the real hero wanted to close his eyes in horror. Yet as he watched himself on the television, he found himself getting more and more horny.

The moans on the screen grew louder as the horny hero started to rub his hand all over his spandex covered erection. A wet spot started to grow on the blue and white fabric as it was stretch out to it’s limit.

“What’s going on in here?” A timid voice said through the screen.

The door to the hero’s bedroom slowly opened as a head poked through the door.

“Wonderboy? Is everything alright?”

The real hero watched in horror as his best friend, Scot, looked into the room. The teen boy’s eyes widened as he stared at the masterbating hero.

“What’s going on here?”

The Wonderboy on the television smiled as his friend entered the room. “Please make me cum!” He moaned helplessly in heat.

Scot stared at the huge bulge in the hero’s briefs as he closed the door behind him. Almost as if he was mesmerised, he walked over to the bed his eyes never moving from the tent in Wonderboy’s star spangled briefs.

“No!” Wonderboy shouted at the screen. He could not believe what he was seeing. His best friend in the world who he thought was straight was reaching to touch his straining cock.

The hero on the television let out a long moan as his friend softly touched his straining cock. His fingers slowly went up and down the length of the spandex covered erection causing the stud to shudder with pleasure.

“More! More!”

A devilish smile came to the teen’s face as he watched the horny hero. “I thought touching yourself was bad?”

“Yes,” Wonderboy moaned as his crotch raised off the bed in an effort to get touched again. “So bad. I am a bad boy!”

Scot watched in amazement as the stud rolled over and raised his spandex covered ass in the air.

“Spank me! I am a bad boy!”

As his hand smacked down on the raised ass, Wonderboy shuddered with pleasure. Unable to contain his restraint anymore, Scot grabbed his friend by his hair and kissed him passionately. There was no fight in the hero as he seemed to melt in his friends embrace.

“Please make me cum,” Wonderboy begged softly.

Scot looked down at the horny hero and shook his head. “You said that this is wrong. I should leave.”

As the teen walked towards the door, Wonderboy rolled off the bed and crawled towards him. “I was wrong!” He said almost sobbing from his need to cum. “I’ll do anything! Just make me cum!”

Looking down at the begging hero, Scot put his shoe forward. “Kiss my foot!”

Without even thinking, Wonderboy planted his lips and started to kiss the dirty shoe. His need to cum was overwhelming and he was so desperate that he was willing to do anything.

“What the hell happened to you?” Scot said with scorn in his voice. He reached down and yanked the hero’s head up by his hair. “We all looked up to you as a role model and all along you were just a hypocrite and a fucking fairy!”

He pushed back the horny hero and planted his foot on the muscular chest. There was no resistance in Wonderboy as he seemed to allow the smaller boy to dominate him.

Scot dropped his pants and retrieved his hard cock from his boxers. “Is this what you want, Wonderboy? Do you want to suck on a real man’s cock?”

Unable to think past his intense need to cum, Wonderboy leaned forward and engulfed his friend’s cock in his mouth. Scot watched in amazement as the hero seemed to get great pleasure.

As Wonderboy’s hand started to massage his own straining cock, Scot withdrew his cock and took a step back. “No touching yourself, faggot!” He ordered harshly.

Desperate to cum, the hero jerked his hand away and placed both of them behind his back. He leaned forward to take the smaller boy’s cock in his mouth again, but Scot used his tool to slap against cheeks.

“Are you a faggot, Wonderboy?”

“Yes, sir. I am a foggot.”

“Do you want to suck my cock?”

“Please let me suck your cock!”

After teasing the horny hero for a few more minutes by rubbing his cock all over his face, Scot let Wonderboy take his cock in his mouth once again. The boy sighed with pleasure as the hero worked his cock like a pro.

“Damn, you are a good cocksucker!” Scot said between his moans.

Wonderboy’s pleading blue eyes looked up at his tormentor as drool leaked from his cock sucking lips. His hips bucked forward as his cock struggled to break free of the star spangled briefs.

In the back of his mind, he knew that he was on the path of destruction. The weak connection of his belt seemed to mock him in his inability to resist as he deep throated another man’s cock in his desperate need to cum. His briefs were soaked with his precum and the wet spandex wrapped around his teeming erection only made it harder to resist.

Scot suddenly shoved Wonderboy away causing the hero to bang into the side of the bed. Stroking his cock like there was no tomorrow, the teen stood over the helpless hero as he licked his lips as he desired to taste cock again.

With a soaring groan of pleasure, Scot’s body heaved as his cock gave up its load. Wonderboy blinked in surprise as the teen positioned his cock so that each shot of cum hit his pretty face. To make matters worse, his tormentor stepped on the bulging crotch of the horny hero.

The pressure was too much for him to take as he started to spasm. His mind screamed in a combination of pleasure and agony as he started to fill his briefs with his seed. Even as the last of Scot’s cum was wiped on the moaning face of the helpless hero, Wonderboy’s cock continued to empty itself.

Scot stepped off of the hero’s cock and smiled as he pulled his pants back up. “You’re pathetic!” He smirked at the moaning teen before leaving.

The real Wonderboy stared in shock as he watched the entire scene play out. The betrayal of one of his closest friends stung as he watched himself on the television.

“What a great show!” Ray mocked through the speaker. “I wonder how the public will feel when they see this video?”

Wonderboy eyes grew in fear. “You can’t do this!”

“Perhaps your little secret is safe is you are a good boy.” Ray chuckled as he watched the renewed efforts of the hero get free of his bonds.

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