The Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-Universe Part 2 The Super Student Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Fingering the magical device in his pocket, Max walked with Superman towards his first class. The hero was trying to be friendly, but the teen could see that something was bothering him as he glanced around, squinting his eyes. The trap had been sprung perfectly thanks to that magical imp and soon he would completely destroy the alien that put his father in jail.

Soon they were at the classroom door where Max had his Algebra class. He smiled when he heard the shocked gasps of his fellow students when Superman walked in behind him. The teacher, Mr. Dale quickly recovered and warmly welcomed the hero to the class.

Max took his seat at the farthest end of the classroom and smiled when Superman sat in the desk next to him. The hero looked ridiculous as he tried to fit his massive frame into the tiny desk with his legs scrunched up, pressing against each other.

Mr. Dale started the lesson and the teen quickly tuned out the boring information. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the device while keeping an eye on Superman to make sure that he was not looking at him. The hero held his full attention on the math lesson and was not even looking around in the classroom.

The teen decided that it was time to have some fun with Superman as he started to press the buttons on the magical device. Once his command was entered, he put the device back into his pocket and watched Superman out of the corner of his eye.

At first the Man of Steel started to squirm in his seat a little bit as he tried to keep his attention focused on the teacher. The hero was unaware that the bulge in his briefs had started to expand. It took all of Max’s willpower not to laugh as he watched the mighty superhero get a hardon. Part of him was amazed on the size of the tent in the red briefs that was now starting to press against the cheap wood of the desk.

A chuckle sounded besides him and Max nearly jumped out of his skin as the imp was suddenly floating next to him. Looking around he noticed that time had stopped once again. “Oh I love how you think, Maxie!” He said as he danced towards the frozen statue of Superman. Reaching down, he wrapped his little hand around the spandex covered erection and squeezed causing a wet spot to appear.

“Why don’t we raise the stakes for our poor helpless hero? I expanded the power of your device to effect not only Superman but the rest of the humans at this school. Use your power wisely and give our blue boyscout a day he’ll never forget!”

Before Max could even open his mouth to reply, the imp was gone and time was progressing once again. He pulled out his magical remote and started to program in commands. It was time to really start his revenge.

The Man of Steel suddenly jumped up from his seat grabbing his ass cheek like someone had pinched it. The entire classroom looked back and gasped when they saw the muscular hero’s erection.

“Superman!” Mr. Dale said in a disappointing voice. “That is no way to act in my classroom. Since you decided to cause a scene during my lesson, I think you should come up to the board and solve this problem.”

The hero opened his mouth to object but one look at the angry face of the math teacher and the effects that Max had caused with his magical remote, he nodded humbly. Still unaware of the tent in his briefs, he slowly started going up to the front of the class.

The shock of the students in the class turned into snickers as they watched the sexually stimulated hero pass them. Some were brave and reached out to touch the pulsating monster causing Superman to look down and discover his arousal.

The hero stopped in shock as his face turned beet red and he tried to cover his crotch with his hands. Even though his hands were just as big as the rest of him, it still wasn’t enough to completely block the fact that he had an erection.

It was harder and harder to keep the gleeful look off of Max’s face as he reveled in the humiliation of the man he hated. He pulled out his remote and imputed some more commands as Superman tried his best to will down his cock back to normal size.

“When I call you to the front of the class, Superman,” Mr. Dale said sternly. “I expect you to follow my instructions! Keep your arms at your side and get up here now or I will send you to Principal Davis!”

The class was amazed when Superman meekly complied revealing once again his tented briefs to the teens. His face was pale as he continued to walk towards the front as the snickers and laughter rang in his ears.

Mr. Dale handed Superman a piece of chalk as he nodded to the complex algebra problem on the board. The Man of Steel just stared at the problem with a dumb expression on his face as he scratched his head in puzzlement.

Everyone could not believe their eyes. They had heard that Superman had brains as well as brawn, but the mighty hero just could not even begin to solve the problem. Max had to put his hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing. The device was working wonderfully.

The math teacher rolled his eyes as he frowned at the stupefied hero. “It looks like I was right and you were not paying attention! I am very disappointed in you Superman. You should be a model for these students to follow, not touching yourself in my classroom.”

Superman paled as he stood there being lectured as if he was a child himself. He covered his teeming erection with one hand as he nodded dumbly.

Mr. Dale grabbed and eraser and cleaned the chalkboard before putting a much easier math problem on the board. “Perhaps you could solve this problem for the class and show that you were paying some attention to today’s lesson.”

The hero stared at the problem as he tried with all of his might to figure out the solution. The classroom buzzed with snickers as they watched their idol fail miserably. The math problem was easy enough for a middle schooler to solve, yet Superman was unable to even begin to solve it.

The math teacher rolled his eyes as he erased the problem and wrote “2+2” on the chalkboard. “Can you even solve this problem?”

Superman could only stare at the most simple math problem in the entire world like it was some kind of complicated calculus problem. He stared from the board to the teacher to the students as his lips started to quiver as he faced utter humiliation.

Max sat in the back of the classroom watching the scene play out as he wanted it to. His wildest dreams of destroying Superman were never this good as he turned the most powerful being on Earth into an utter idiot.

Mr. Dale shook his head in disappointment. “Since you have shown that you can not be trusted, I want you to sit in the front of the class.” He pointed to the front corner where a small wooden stool sat.

Superman hung his head in shame as he shuffled over to the stool and sat down. He had his hands covering his still bulging crotch as he avoided the amused looks of the students. Mr. Dale walked over to the embarrassed hero and handed him a slip of paper.

“Here is detention for not paying attention.” Mr. Dale said sternly. “Even if you are not a student at this school, I expect you to follow the rules as if you were.”

The final insult was when the math teacher placed a dunce cap on the head of the cowed superhero. Max smiled as several kids took out their phones and took pictures of their idol’s downfall. Each time a phone flashed, Superman flinched as his shame would become public very soon.

Mr. Dale took back control of his classroom and resumed the lesson. He kept a close eye on Superman and called him out anytime he saw something that he didn’t like. When his back was turned to the class, several students took advantage and sneered at their fallen hero. Some were even brave enough to hurl spitballs at him.

Superman did nothing to stop them because he didn’t want to call attention to himself. He didn’t even attempt to take the spitballs off his face and body as he tried to curl up in the corner in shame.

Several students were called up to the board to solve math problems and each one of them were able to solve them with ease. Each time a problem was solved that Superman could not solve, they would smirk at the red faced hero before going back to their seats.

Max smiled as he watched the scene unfold knowing that it was just the first step in the destruction of the mighty hero. He made sure to program his magic remote to keep Superman aroused and hard during the rest of the class.

When the bell finally rang, the class was dismissed. Before anyone could move, Max rushed to the front of the class and stood sternly in front of the humiliated hero. “What the heck, Superman!” He said loudly. “Principal Davis trusted me to show you around the school and this is how you act?”

The class moved like snails as they watched one of the most popular boys in the school scold Superman like he was a naughty child. Max snatched the hero by his ear and pulled him off the stool. Dragging the once mighty superhero across the classroom, the teen walked like he had just been elected President. Superman didn’t fight as he followed as fast as he could hoping he could outrace the echos of laughter that followed him.

Max shoved the weak and frightened Superman into the boys bathroom and shoved him hard against the wall. “What the fuck Superman!” He yelled in mock anger. “How dare you embarrass me in class!”

Superman cowered as all of his legendary courage leeched away from him thanks to the effects of the magic remote control. The much smaller teenager totally dominating him and he was scared out of his mind.

Clenching his fists in pretend anger, Max reveled in the power he had over the hated hero. He slapped Superman’s hands away from his tented crotch and looked down at disgust at his arousal.

“Are you some kind of fag that gets your rocks off on a boy like me? Fucking pervert!”

Superman trembled as he shook his head. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” He cried out in fear.

Max sneered as he slapped his hand against the pulsating spandex covered hardon. The hero moaned as his body started to spasm. The front of his red briefs started to become wet as his cock started to shoot his seed and quickly filled them.

The Man of Steel collapsed against the wall and slid down as his body was wracked with a powerful orgasm. Max added insult to injury as he pressed his sneaker against the bulge of his balls and pressed hard against them.

Superman howled with a mixture of pain and pleasure as his cock continued to shoot cum into his tights. Even Max was impressed by the superhuman size of the load that seeped through the fabric like a white foam that covered the front of his briefs.

The teen felt like a god as he watched the helpless hero in the last throes of his titanic orgasm. “You disgusting pig!” he sneered. “I’m going to report you to Principal Davis!”

Superman paled when he looked down at his cum drenched tights and briefs and realized what would happen if this got out. He tried to jump to his feet but the effects of the powerful orgasm caused his legs to feel like rubber and he fell right back on his ass.

Crawling on his hands and knees, he threw his arms around one of the legs of his teen tormentor and looked up with a scared look on his face. “Please don’t tell anyone about this!” He begged pathetically. “I’ll do anything! Anything you want, but please don’t tell Principal Davis!”

Max looked down at the begging hero and looked thoughtfully. “If you want me to keep quiet then you better agree to be my slave! I’ll show you what it’s like to be a real man and not a fucking alien fairy.”

Superman recoiled back as he feared to accept the conditions. “I can’t do that!” he whimpered. “I can’t be your slave.”

The teen rolled his eyes as he kicked the hero in the head. While Superman was dazed, he dragged the helpless hero across the bathroom floor and into one of the stalls. Reveling in his power, he took a firm hold of his black locks and thrust the hero’s head in the toilet.

The Man of Steel’s arms flailed as his head was immersed in the toilet water. He tried to keep his eyes and mouth shut tight, but he could feel the water going up his nose. So weak that the teen boy would easily hold him down with one hand, the hero could only hope that this would end soon.

Max flushed the toilet and watched with glee as the water swirled around the alien’s head like a whirlpool. When the water vanished down the sewage pipes, he pulled Superman’s head back up. “You will agree to be my slave or I will make your life a living hell!” He snarled.

Superman gasped for air as his face dripped with water. Before he could say anything, the teen plunged his head back into the now full toilet and repeated the process. This happened five more times before Max let Superman speak.

“Alright!” Superman sobbed as he gasped for air. “I’ll be your slave!”

Max let the hero go and watched with glee as his head smacked down on the toilet rim and onto the floor. He felt immense satisfaction as he saw a thin line of blood ran down the Man of Steel’s handsome but drenched face.

“You’re fucking pathetic!” he snarled as he let his full rage rain down on the weak hero.

Superman meekly climbed to his feet as his cum drenched tights squeeked from the movement. Max stared at the alien and had a hard time recognizing him. His tights and briefs were stained from his earlier orgasm, his black hair was soaked and matted against his wet face, and a trickle of blood ran from his head down to his chin. This was the best day of his life.