The Adventures of Superman: Defeat in the Multi-Universe Part 5 Arkham Nightmare Chapter 3
Chapter 3
“Wake up!” A voice said with irritation. “I don’t have all day!”
Superman opened his eyes and blinked in confusion as he looked around. He was back in his cell in Arkham Asylum. He had hoped that it was just a dream, but the reality hit him in his massively muscled chest.
“It’s time to take your medication.”
The hero shook his head as he looked at the attendant. The last thing he needed was to take medication for a condition that he didn’t have. The cup of water and pills reached out to him, but the man of steel refused to take them.
“Oh god,” The attendant muttered to himself. He poked his head out the door. “I am going to need some guards. This patient is refusing to take his medication.
Within seconds two guards came in and smirked at the costumed hero. Like the rest of the staff at Arkham, they thought he was just a nut job with delusions that he was Superman. “Come on, boy.” One of the guards said sternly. “Take your medication.”
Again Superman shook his head afraid of how the meds would affect him. The guards grabbed him and the hero tried to access his powers to fight them off. He was shocked when he felt a wave of pleasure hit him as he was easily overpowered. His cock was the only thing powerful about the disgraced hero as he tried in vain to use his missing powers.
The guards and attendant noticed Superman’s tented briefs and laughed while Superman tried to swallow a groan. His cock felt so hard and the pressure of his skin tight costume only enhanced the pleasure he was feeling.
The hero’s mouth was forced open and the medication was tossed down his throat. Superman tried to spit them out but the guards were well trained in making the patients take their medication. He felt the pills go down his throat as they started to dissolve into his bloodstream.
The attendant rolled his eyes as he left the cell to take medication to the other patients. The guards released Superman who fell on his ass in exhaustion. He was so unused to being overpowered so easily and his struggles had drained much of the little energy that he had left. Superman looked down at his tented briefs in horror as his own body betrayed him.
“Fucking pervert,” One of the guards muttered as he left the cell.
The other guard smirked as he grabbed Superman by his raven locks and forced his head back. “You may look like the spitting image of Superman, but there is no way the man of steel would be a perverted wimp like you.”
Those words stabbed the hero in his very soul as he struggled to break free of the guard’s grip. It only made his cock throb more with desire as a lust he never felt before in his life coursed through his body.
The guard laughed as he forced Superman’s face against his crotch. “Is this what turns you on, “Superman”? Do you like another man to dominate you?”
The manly musk of the guard’s crotch invaded his nose as Superman’s head started to spin. The medication that he was forced to take was starting to take effect and seemed to enhance his lust. Part of him wanted to open his mouth and take as much of the guard’s crotch as he could. The hero remained strong and refused to open his mouth but it did not stop his face from being rubbed all over the guard’s pants. Superman shuddered as he felt the stiff cock beneath the fabric of the uniform and for some reason it made his own erection that much more powerful.
The guard laughed as he shoved the hero’s head back. “Maybe I’ll come back later and give you what you really want!” He placed his foot on the tented erection of the helpless hero and Superman moaned with desire as he felt his briefs become wet with his arousal.
Superman felt his face burn with shame as the guard mocked him before leaving him alone in his cell. The hero collapsed on the cold floor, his muscular chest breathing hard from the encounter. Why is his body betraying him? He loved Lois with all his heart, but the pleasure he felt while being dominated by another man eclipsed any feelings that he thought he had for the fiery reporter.
Could everyone be right and he was not really Superman? A time where he had the powers of a god seemed like a dream and his memories about his heroic life seemed clouded in fog. Why would Professor Strange lie to him? The man who thought he was Superman looked down at his erection that seemed to mock his strict morals.
All he had to do was to take off his costume and he could be cured of his delusions. Superman placed his hands on his yellow belt as they shook in anticipation of being taken off. Deep down he knew that once he relinquished his prized costume that his life as he remembered it would be over. What made it worse was his throbbing erection that seemed ready to explode at the thought of taking his costume off.
With a exhaling shudder, Superman let for of his belt and shakingly climbed to his feet. No, he would not give in. He was Superman, the man of steel. His powers would return at any time and he would prove to everyone here that he was who he said he was. The hero lay on his bed as he tried to think of mundane topics to calm the monster in his tights. It took some time but he was finally able to become flaccid again.
The door to his cell opened and the hero watched as another attendant came into the room. “It’s time for breakfast.”
Superman felt his stomach rumble with hunger. When was the last time he ate something? Normally he was not plagued with human afflictions like hunger, but without his powers he was becoming more and more human by the minute.
The hero meekly followed the attendant was was led to a mess hall that seemed to be in the center of the building. Other inmates stood in line waiting for their food while some sat at tables eating their food. Superman quickly got to the end of the line and looked forward to getting food inside him.
“Well, well, what have we here?” A voice almost like a squawk said menacingly. “Do we have a Superman pretender?”
Superman turned back and gawked as none other than The Penguin stood in line behind him. The bird like villain looked like a child compared to his towering muscles. “I don’t want any trouble,” the hero said softly.
“I don’t know what kind of whack case you are, but here you will show me respect. I own this place!” Penguin snarled.
Not wanting to pick a fight, the hero nodded slowly. If the bird only knew who he was dealing with then he would be flying away in terror. Instead he made his voice as meek as he could. “I apologize, Mr. Penguin.” He said before turning his back on the villain.
The Penguin growled as he shoved Superman across the room. “Is that your idea of respect boy?” He snapped as the hero stumbled over one of the tables.
The man of steel had about just enough of everything and the last thing he needed was a fat runt like Penguin to add to his misery. The other inmates had scrabbled away not willing to cross the mastermind villain. Superman got up to his feet and clenched his fists in anger. Powers or no, it was time to stop everyone from pushing him around.
“You want a fight, Penguin?” The hero growled. “You have one!”
He half expected the villain to squawk in terror and flee. Even Darkseid knew to watch his step when Superman got that look on his face. Instead the bird just laughed as he walked over to the pissed up hero.
Before Superman could even throw a punch, Penguin smashed his tiny hand into his gut. Nausea crippled him as the weakened hero fell down to his knees. “Who do you think you are talking to boy?”
The hero’s head flew back as a stinging slap hit his cheek. Superman tried to shake the stars out of his sight as he attempted to fight back. Despite his short and round stature, Penguin had a strength that Superman didn’t think was possible. He was completely overwhelmed by this bird obsessed villain and was being tossed around the room.
Then it happened, between one punch and the next, Superman felt his cock starting to stir. No matter how much he tried to stop it, it was like trying to stop an avalanche. Soon his briefs were tented and there was no hiding it from the other inmates in the chow hall.
Penguin laughed as he kicked Superman in the head knocking him on his back. “It looks like our little boy from Krypton likes getting his arse handed to him!” He grabbed Superman by the shield on his chest and lifted his torso up while stepping on the hero’s engorged crotch.
Superman cried out in a combination of pain and pleasure as he was too weak to break the hold of the smaller man. He had expected the guards to intercept them and stop the fight, but so far they had been left alone.
With no other alternative, the hero sank to a low that he never thought he would go. “I’m sorry, Mr. Penguin, sir.” He rasped as the pressure on his hard cock made it feel like he would explode any second.
“Now that’s more like it, boy.” Penguin squawked as he slapped Superman across the face. “Now I am a forgiving man, but I think you need a lesson to teach you how to give me the proper respect.”
Superman gasped as he was grabbed by the ear by the nefarious villain. Unable to break free and scared to death to fight back, Superman was dragged across the floor where Penguin sat on one of the benches. He effortlessly pulled the muscled limp body of his victim over his lap until his muscled ass was sticking up in the air.
“This is how we were punished in boarding school,” Penguin said grimly.
The hero howled as the bird started to spank his ass. Each smack caused his body to shudder in pain. What made it worse was the Penguin insisted that after every slap, he had to say, “ Thank you Mr. Penguin, sir. May I have another?”
It wasn’t all pain for the helpless man of steel as his throbbing spandex trapped cock was pressed against the lap of his oppressor. A pressure started to build in his balls as his almost virginal cock started to feel an unprecedented amount of pleasure.
About the 50th time of having to cry out, “Thank Mr. Penguin, sir, May I have another?” Superman finally went over the edge. His body started to spasm as the powerful surge turned into a spectacular orgasm.
Penguin shoved Superman onto his back as the inmates gawked at the scene before. The powerfully built muscle man was cumming in his tights as his body spasmed and his moans of pleasure filled the silent room.
When the last of his cum filled his now soaked tights, Penguin climbed to his feet and stepped right on the still spasming crotch. “I hope you learned your manners, boy. Next time, I won’t be as gentle.”
The udder height of humiliation was too much for Superman as he eventually got up to his feet. With still no guard in sight, he had no choice but to go back into line. Every movement made his tights squish as the pool of cum in his tights smothered his now shriveled up cock.
After getting his food, Superman sat and ate in silence. No one sat at the table with him, but he could feel the eyes of every man in the room on him. His face was crimson as he forced himself to eat bite after bite. It was only by the sheer force of his will that he didn’t burst into tears on the spot.
