Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-universe Part 3: The Deadly Pendant Chapter 4
Chapter 4
“Cut!” The director called out as she stepped forward with Mr. Arbuckle besides her.
“I’d hate to delay our tight schedule, but I need to see Superboy in my office.” the executive producer said with a tight smile.
Superboy reached up to take off the pendant.
“Don’t worry about that right now, Superboy.” Mr. Arbuckle said in a no-nonsense voice. “Props can get it back later.”
The boy of steel shrugged and followed the massive man towards the offices. “What’s going on?” He asked with a touch of worry in his voice.
“It’s better if we talk when we are alone.”
When they got to the executive producer’s office, Superboy watched as Mr. Arbuckle shut and locked the door as well as closing all the blinds. When he turned around there was a look of triumph on his face.
Superboy was confused as the fat older man reached over and started to softly trace the ‘S’ shield on his chest. “What’s going on here?” He demanded.
The producer raised an eyebrow as his hand reached up and lifted the confused hero’s chin. “Mind your manners, Superboy, or I will have to punish you.”
The hero laughed as he stepped back from the invading touch. “Is this some kind of joke?” He scoffed as he folded his arms across his chest.
Mr. Arbuckle’s face clouded with anger as he snapped his fingers. “Front and center, Superboy. Stand at attention!”
Superboy rolled his eyes at the idea of some sick pervert thinking that he could order him around, but his eyes widened when he found himself doing exactly as ordered.
“What the….” He said as his face was painted with confusion. “Can’t move!”
The fat producer smiled as he gloated at the helplessness of his newest victim. “I now control you Superboy.” He said with a touch of breathlessness. “Your body belongs to me!”
“How is this possible?”
Mr. Arbuckle resumed his soft caress of Superboy’s chest as he licked his lips in lust. “That’s not for you to know, boy.”
Superboy tried with all of his might and strength to move even a little part of his body, but failed miserably. His body refused to listen to what his mind was saying. “You won’t get away with this!”
The producer’s eyes narrowed as he suddenly slapped the hero across the face. Clutching his hand, he howled in pain as every bone in his hand felt like it had been broken.
The boy of steel smiled as he realized that his invulnerability was intact. The sick man might be able to control his body, but he was not able to take away his powers.
It took several minutes for Mr. Arbuckle to recover as he pulled out a can of soda from his mini-fridge and used the coldness to numb his hand. He glared at the helpless hero as he sat down at his desk.
A knock at the door interrupted his stare and the fat man leaped up and placed a finger over the boy’s lips. “Not a word!” He hissed quietly. “Crawl under my desk and wait.”
Superboy struggled with all his might to shout out or fly away, but he found himself doing exactly as he was commanded. Crawling like a dog, he scurried under the desk and sat there on his hands and knees as he tried to figure out a way to break this hold that was over him.
The hero heard the door open creek open. “Mr. Arbuckle,” a male voice said tentatively. “The director was wondering how long your meeting with Superboy was going to take,”
“Superboy had some urgent business to take care of,” He heard the producer lie smoothly. “He said he was not sure when he would have the time for another shoot. Have everyone pack everything up for the day. We’ll continue shooting tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, sir”
Superboy heard the door shutting and footsteps coming towards him where he was hidden under the producer’s desk.
“Stand at attention in the middle of the room!” Mr. Arbuckle commanded.
Unable to resist, the boy of steel instantly obeyed. He watched warily as the older man slowly circled him looking over his prize. The hero tried to speak but his command of silence made it impossible for him to open his mouth.
“You don’t know how long I have dreamed of this moment.” the fat man breathed heavily as started to run his hands over the hero’s torso. “The great Superboy forced to submit and serve me!”
Superboy felt a shiver of fear as his mind screamed for his body to obey. The invading hands made him feel strange. No one had ever touched him in this way and his young body started to react.
“It’s time we went over the rules, Superboy. Rule number 1: You will always address me as Master!”
The hero’s eyes bulged in anger as he struggled to escape whatever hold the fat bastard had over him. The older man’s hands continued to caress his spandex covered chest.
“Rule number 2: You will always have an erection in my presence.”
This man is insane, Superboy thought. He might be able to control him like a puppet, but there was no way that he…. A warm pleasant feeling began to fill the hero and he grunted as something began to twitch in his tights. His eyes tried to look down, but his body was locked into place from the disgusting man’s orders.
If he could look down, the boy of steel would have seen that his bulge started to expand outward. Even his cock was forced to obey as it lengthened and hardened as it created a tent in his tights. The pleasure he felt was out of this world and his head spun as the hero could not believe what he was feeling. His pleasure was tinged with revulsion and fear as he wondered what his master had planned for him.
Mr. Arbuckle stared down at the boy’s tented tights with his mouth slightly open and lust deep in his beady eyes. His hands shook a little as he licked his lips and started to move towards the hero’s unwanted erection. The fat man’s own pants started to expand as Superboy stood there like a statue completely helpless to stop the older man.
A finger softly touched the part of his red briefs where the head of his cock tried ripping free through the spandex. Superboy wanted to gasp but the evil man’s orders to keep quiet kept his vocal cords frozen in place. He desperately wanted to push the man away as the finger traced every line and curve of his mushroom head.
Superboy had never felt someone touch him like this. His ma and pa always told him that he must ignore any kind of sexual feelings and that it must be saved for the woman that he married. He never even touched himself in this manner let alone someone else touching his privates.
His captor almost cooed when a wet spot started to form where his finger was exploring. The fat producer added more fingers that grasped the hero’s cock head through his briefs and tights and started to pull and squeeze on it.
If Superboy had any control of his body, he would have been moaning uncontrollably. His knees wanted to buckle from the immense pleasure that flooded his body, but the evil man’s orders kept his muscled body in place. His inability to react just seemed to intensify the pleasure he was feeling as there was no outlet for it to escape.
“You don’t know how long I have waited for this moment.” Mr. Arbuckle almost whispered as his hand continued to tug on the helpless boy’s erection. His other hand resumed roaming over Superboy’s broad chest and occasionally pinched one of his nipples through the spandex material.
An electric bolt of pleasure exploded within the boy of steel as his body was molested. The wet spot on his briefs seemed to get larger as feelings that he never knew where possible made his head spin. Superboy could feel a surge deep in his balls start to form that both alarmed him and excited him at the same time. This was wrong on so many levels but despite his revulsion, there was something deep within him that was enjoying every second
The producer looked as if he forced himself to stop touching his slave’s unbidden erection as he looked deep in the fear stricken eyes of his new boy. “Perhaps we need to go someplace a little more private.” He said with a huge grin on his face.
He walked over to one of the doors in the office and pulled it open to reveal a closet. To Superboy’s horror, the fat man pulled out a small saddle as well as reins that were connected to some kind of long wooden bit.
Superboy had no choice but to obey when he was ordered on his hands and knees. Like some kind of beast of burden, the saddle was fitted on his broad back. It fit perfectly as if it was made specifically for his muscled frame. Was Mr. Arbuckle going to ride him like some kind of horse? The aspect made him red with fury but he was unable to put up any kind of resistance.
The bit was placed between his teeth and the hero could feel the leather reins almost caressing both of his cheeks as it rested on his neck. No one in their right mind would have believed their eyes to see the mighty Superboy saddled like a horse sporting a huge erection between his legs.
One of the blinds and windows were opened and a gentle breeze began to blow into the room. The fat man smiled as he patted the helpless hero on his head like he was some kind of pet before settling down on the saddle attached to his back. His weight would have crushed a normal human, but Superboy was easily able to support that kind of weight on his back.
Mr. Arbuckle lightly slapped the leather reins against the hero’s neck. “Giddy up, Superboy.”
His teeth wanted to snap the invading bit in his mouth in two, but Superboy was still compelled to listen to the pervert. His hand and knees started to move forward as the greatest hero in the world was reduced to giving pony rides.
The reins pulled his head back as the hero stopped moving. “No, Superboy. I want you to fly!”
Superboy felt his face drain with horror as his body started to comply. Surely the older man did not mean for him to be seen out in public like this. The sprawling studio was always filled with people at all times of the day and night. Yet there was no resistance as he floated in the air easily supporting the weight of the heavy man.
With a gust of air, the boy of steel flew through the open window right into the public view. His face reddened with humiliation as people started to point and stare. Several took out their phones to take pictures and videos of their hero and idol being ridden in the sky. His shame increased when they noticed the spandex covered erection in his briefs and the flashes of pictures of his excitement being taken started to look like a sea of stars.
Mr. Arbuckle laughed as he sat on the back of his boy toy slapping his spandex covered ass. He made the defenseless hero circle several times around the studio to make sure that the people were able to get their fill of Superboy being ridden like a horse.
Superboy could not believe that this was happening! The damage that this will cause to his reputation would be almost impossible to repair. Those pictures and videos were almost guaranteed to go viral and he would be the laughing stock of the world.
With an inward sigh of relief, his captor directed him to fly away from the studio. He could feel the hardness of his erection still pulsing in his tights and his mind was getting weary of trying to break through the invisible wall that prevented him taking back control of his body. He had no idea what Mr. Arbuckle had planned for him, but nothing scared more than being in control of this fat pervert.
