A Super Trap

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What seemed like a mission of rage suddenly changed within Superman as he tore off the door to Lex Luthor’s secret lair. The mighty Man of Steel hesitated as the madman casually invited him in. Never mind that the hero had to go through a deadly gauntlet that would have killed a normal man. Never mind that the villain threatened to destroy all of Metropolis with a single touch of a button. What started out as a mission to save his city was turning into something else.

What Superman didn’t know is that Lex Luthor knew many secrets of his alien physiology that the hero didn’t even know about himself. As soon as he stepped into the room, he was breathing a Kryptonian aphrodisiac that would cloud his mind. His muscled chest heaved through his skin-tight blue shirt as his nipples hardened against the soft fabric. The bulge in his red trunks expanded slowly as Superman breathed heavily.

Unwilling to abandon his mission, Superman took that first step that marked his fate. Little did he know that he was truly trapped in the web that Lex Luthor had spun for him. A shiver of fear ran across his invulnerable body. He had the power to completely destroy this liar within seconds, but the hero was incapacitated in the worst way.  

Each step made his bulge bigger as the hero’s virgin cock slowly bloomed to a full erection. Trapped in his tights and briefs, his love tool pulsed to his new master. A lust awakened within the naive hero as he stopped right in front of Lex Luthor’s desk.

“Welcome, Superman.” The villain greeted with a small smile. “Thank you for taking the time to come and visit me. Otis, take his cape.”

The slightly overweight henchman hurried to obey his master. Superman turned his head and glared showing that he was not going to give up his cape willingly. To his utter surprise, Otis ignored a stare that would make the most hardened criminal quake in fear. The hero clenched his fists ready to physically stop the man from taking his cape away from him.

Otis smirked as he reached down and flicked the tented trunks of the turned on hero. Superman looked down and gasped just noticing that he was sporting a raging erection. His face paled as he realized that he had walked into some kind of trap. Otis’ hands pulled at his flowing red cape until it came off the hero’s broad shoulders. The warmth of his touch sent waves of pleasure through Superman’s sensitive body. A wet patch started to form in the center of his red trunks.

I need to get out of here, Superman thought in panic. As he turned to flee, Otis brazenly grabbed his tented erection and pulled him back to Luthor’s desk. The pleasure was too much for him to handle as the hero whimpered helplessly. It was the first time anyone ever touched him there and as much as he hated to admit it, it felt wonderful.

“Now, now, Supes.” Luthor chided gently. “It’s bad manners to just rush off like that.”

Superman’s shoulders slumped as he faces a man that he never considered as a threat before. Otis stood behind him as he was powerless to act. Luthor got up from his seat and walked around his desk to stand right in front of the hero. Superman gasped as the villain grabbed his yellow belt and pulled the muscled hero close to him. His body felt like it was slowly being electrocuted as he looked down at the bald man. He fought the urge to kiss him.

“What did you do to me?” Superman gasped with pleasure.

The heat of Lex Luthor’s body pressed against his own making it difficult for him to think. Unbelievably his cock seemed to grow even harder making it the hardest that it had ever been. The front of his trunks was now soaked with his pre-cum making the material of his tights and trunks looked like they were pasted around his monster erection.

“Just a little taste of home that I cooked up just for you, Superman.” Luthor purred as an evil smile crossed his face. “Do you like it?”

Without even thinking Superman whispered, “Yes.” His face took on a look of horror as he realized what he had just admitted. The look of glee on Lex Luthor’s face made him shiver with a combination of pleasure and fear.  

Luthor stepped away and sat on the top of his desk. “You see, I lied when I said there was a bomb. I just needed a reason to bring you here.”

No longer feeling the heat of the villain’s body, Superman felt himself going through withdraw. He needed to feel that sizzling heat. His body swayed as he took a step closer to Luthor trying to relive that wonderful feeling again. He was stopped when Otis grabbed the back of his belt and dragged him a few steps back.

“Watch your manners, Superman!” The portly henchman commanded as he swatted the hero’s muscled ass.

Superman gasped as he felt another jolt of pleasure slam into his groin. His overly excited cock released another stream of precum causing the wet patch on his trunks to expand further down his legs. That one slap to his ass nearly caused him to cum on the spot.

Luthor smiled as he motioned Otis to leave the horny hero alone. “We don’t want our guest to orgasm just yet. We must first discuss the terms of our agreement.”

The Man of Steel wasn’t even paying attention as he started to jerk himself off through his tights and trunks. His goal of cumming was cut short when Otis grabbed his arms and pinned them behind his back. Superman humped the empty air in front of him trying desperately to cum.

“Now, these are the terms,” Luthor started.

“I agree to anything!” Superman interrupted. Tears ran down his face as he continued to hump the empty air. “I’ll do anything just let me cum.”

An evil smile crossed Lex Luthor’s face as he knew that he had won. Superman was now his.