The Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-Universe Part 2 The Super Student Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Max led his subservient hero to his locker. Holding his head proudly as the meek hero flinched at every student who stared at him, the teen knew that there was no escape from his revenge. As he opened up his locker, he found a very nice surprise.

Sitting there among his books and supplies was a gold collar with a Superman shield tag dangling from the center. The imp must have provided this, he thought to himself. Turning to his slave, he held out the collar for the hero to see.

Superman paled as he stared at the collar like it was kryptonite. “You don’t expect me to wear this, do you?”

Max snarled as he punched the pathetic hero in the gut causing him to double over. “You will address me as your master, Superslave.”

“I’m sorry, master,” the Man of Steel whispered hoarsely as he curled up in pain.

The teen took advantage of the hero’s incapacitated state and secured the collar around his bull neck. He had to admit that he enjoyed seeing the once mighty Superman collared like a dog. It made it feel like the hero was his pet.

Attached to the collar was a long gold leash that he wrapped firmly around his fist. Closing his locker, the teen walked proudly as the weak and confused hero followed behind with his head bowed in shame.

Looking at his watch, Max realized that he had little time to eat lunch. He had spent most of his lunch period humiliating Superman and the time was well spent. As they walked into the cafeteria, all eyes were glued on him and his slave. Max led Superman to the lunch line where he made his pet carry his tray and told him what food to pick out.

Once his lunch had been picked out, he walked to his usual table where his friends sat with wide eyes on the subjugated hero.

“Dude, is that really Superman?” Jack asked in awe. His nose wrinkled at the sight and smell of the Man of Steel’s cum filled tights. “He smells like a cum rag!”

Max winked at his friends as he took his seat and ordered Superman to sit on the floor. “This is the real deal, guys. I fucking own Superman!”

The other guys laughed as they mocked the red faced hero who took the abuse without expression. They talked about the usual bullshit as Max ate his lunch very aware that Superman’s discomfort was increasing.

Once he had finished his lunch, he put the tray on the floor next to Superman that contained the scraps that he did not eat. “Eat up, Supes.” He said sternly. “You are going to need your energy to get through the rest of the day.”

His friends were hushed as they expected the hulking hero to resist being commanded by a pretty boy twink. Laughter erupted around them as Superman picked up the tray and started to pick up the scraps of food.

“No!” Max ordered in rage. “You will eat like the dog you are!”

A cloud of anger crossed Superman’s face, but he put the tray on the ground and followed his commands. The laughter increased as more students pulled out their phones and took pictures of this latest humiliation.

The warning bell rang and Max ordered his slave to clean up his mess while he chatted with his friends. When the Man of Steel returned, he took the leash and led him to his next class.

Superman paled when they entered the gym again. The stage and bleachers were all put away and a circle of teenagers dressed in gym clothes were standing around chatting.

Max hurried to the locker room and started to dress in his gym clothes. Superman stood painfully aware of every eye in the room on him. Seeing his master get dressed caused his body to react and he started to feel himself become aroused.

Once he was dressed, the teen led the hardon sprouting hero back to the gym. Superman wasn’t sure how much more he was going to be able to take. Each blow to his pride hurt more than kryptonite and yet he was unable to extricate himself from this horrible nightmare.

Coach York raised an eyebrow when he saw the costume clad hero standing next to Max. “Everyone needs to be in gym clothes!” He snapped. “This includes you Superman!”

Superman raised his hands helplessly. “I don’t have anything to change into, sir.”

The older man shook his head in disgust as he pointed towards the locker room. “Get your ass in gym clothes right now or I will send you to Principal Davis!”

“I think I might have something for you to wear, Superman.” Max said with an evil smile.

The hero was helplessly led back to the locker room where he was ordered to strip out of his red and blue costume. Max could not help but to be in awe of the muscular beauty of the hero that he had enslaved. Although he was completely straight, he found himself getting a little aroused being in control and dominating such a powerful being.

Superman stood in the locker room nude as his enormous cock stood at attention. Max walked over to the dirty laundry hamper and started to root around for something that would fit his slave. He came back with a wrestling compression briefs and a dirty white t-shirt. Both were too small for the hero as he struggled to get them on his muscular body.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he wanted to weep. The briefs could not contain his erection and his mushroom head peeked out of the tight spandex. His butt crack was also visible as the twin globes of ass muscles stretched the material to its utter limits. The t-shirt was also too small as his massive pectorals looked like they would pop out of the stretched neckline. His nipples looked like they would poke through the thin cotton material and the hem of the shirt left his navel and half of his rock hard abdominals showing.

Since his boots were unacceptable for gym class, Max made the hero go barefoot and led him back to the gym. Everyone stopped to ogle the embarrassed Man of Steel as he stepped into view.

The coach nodded in satisfaction as Superman was in appropriate clothing. He ordered the class to run laps around the basketball court. Max easily completed the task as his slave followed behind him like an obedient puppy.  

The ill fitting clothing did little to help his modesty as he jogged he could feel the clothing beginning to tear. Laughter erupted when everyone noticed that Superman’s testicles had popped free of the tight spandex and bounced with every stride of his run.

He tried to stop to readjust himself, but Coach York yelled at him to keep running. He told Superman that since he had stopped to rest that he needed to run three extra laps. The class watched in amusement as the Man of Steel ran alone with his balls bouncing and smacking against his thighs.

When he finally finished his extra laps, Superman went back to his master’s side and hastily stuffed his balls back into the too small wrestling briefs. Max smiled as he watched the horrified expression on his pet’s face. The imp’s magic held the hero tight to his will and he reveled every second of his control over his hated enemy.

Coach Davis had the class do pushups and situps for the next part of the physical routine. Normally Superman would have been able to perform these exercises with ease, but his loss of powers made it difficult for him even with his body in peak human condition. Little did he know that his master was the reason for his struggles as he sweated like a pig.

Superman moaned as he heard his shorts rip apart during one of his situps. The fabric unable to contain his muscular body fell to pieces around him as he collapsed on the ground from his struggle. The class gasped as his hard cock bounced into view after being in its tight prison for so long.

“Oh my god,” Sally said as she looked like she was going to faint. “He’s got an erection!”

Coach Davis was on him like a crack of thunder and grabbed Superman’s arm. Dragging the red faced hero towards the locker room, his face looked like he would murder him right then and there.

Max followed gleefully as he watched Superman being easily manhandled by the older man. His manipulation of everyone in the gym was working like a gem and he looked forward to seeing Superman sink deeper and deeper into his defeat.

Superman was shoved into the locker room right next to the door of Coach’s office. He stood there mutely as the older man chewed him out like he was in boot camp. His hard cock throbbed as it rested against his abdominals.

The hero paled when Coach Davis brought out a huge wooden paddle from his office. “Since you don’t know how to behave in front of children, I am going to have to punish you Superman!”

Superman’s protests were cut short when he was shoved against the wall and ordered to place his hands against the wall. Unable to disobey because of the imp’s magic, he meekly followed his orders and waited.

Coach Davis swung the paddle as hard as he could against the muscled ass of the helpless hero. Superman shrieked in pain as his ass instantly turned red from the impact. Blow after blow rained down on his once invulnerable ass and it wasn’t long before Superman was reduced to a crying baby.

Max watched it all with satisfaction. His smile grew bigger when the coach handed him the paddle and told him to finish the punishment while he went to check on the class. The teen had no mercy as he used all of his strength to spank the helpless hero as fast as he could.

Being punished by his master brought Superman to a state of arousal that he never knew possible. Tears and snot flowed down his face but his cock was so hard that he thought it could punch a hole in the wall even in his weakened condition. Each smack brought a hundredfold of both pain and pleasure.

Then it happened. His body spasmed as his cock finally could not take anymore pleasure and pain. Howling like a wolf, the Man of Steel began to shoot his second load of the day as the paddle continued to spank his purple ass.

Even in the midst of his powerful orgasm, there was no mercy from Max. He continued to beat the hated hero’s ass even as the last of his cum was splattered against the wall. He was enjoying this immensely and knew that he wanted to punish Superman like this again.

Finally his arms too tired to keep spanking and he let the paddle drop to the floor. Superman collapsed as his hoarse crying vibrated through his beaten body. Max pointed at the mess on the wall that Superman had made. “Clean your mess up, slave!”

Barely able to move, the Man of Steel struggled to his knees and started to lap his seed up with his tongue. Every movement brought so much pain that it was only his strong will to obey his master that he was able to move at all.

Once the wall was cleaned of the alien seed, Max went to his locker and pulled out the magic remote. He allowed Superman to be powered up briefly and watched in awe as his body started to instantly heal. His next stage of his plans required much of his slave and he was looking forward to the next step of breaking Superman.