SUPERMAN MEETS IKE PARIS
a continuing story by Superman Fannn
Superman was actully trembling in fear as he saw Ike towering over him and the 4 men he ironically was there to entertain with amazing feats of strength. He knew that he was now completely outclassed by Ike and that even if the 4 other men weren’t incapacitated by the cum exposion he just produced the 5 of them couldn’t over power him. His mind was cloudy proving that his super mental abilities were also compromised. His only hope, he thought, was to fake Ike out, making him believe his powers were returning.
Superman lept to his feat as fast as he could, his tights still around his ankles and cum dripping from his still semi rigid cock. “My powers are returning quickly, so uh, you better get ready for a battle, or er…get ready to run…..”, Superman said, realizing he wasn’t making much sense. “Oh please,” responded Ike. Like a flash, Ike bitch-slapped Superman who fell to the floor and passed out.
When Superman awoke he found himself hanging by his wrists by standard issue handcuffs that were hooked to rings on the wall of a cell. He was now completely naked and although he no longer had the strength to back it up his massive musculature was a marvel. His cock, now soft was an incredible sight. As his vision became less blurred he saw that the other 4 men were in the cell with him. Cam, Vinnie and Michael were all laying in a heap, still unconscious from being hit by the forceful cum blasts. Superman hoped there wasn’t any permanent damage. Blake, however, was sitting in the corner already awake. Evidently, he had been hit the least.
Superman flexed his once mighty arms in an attempt to break free from the handcuffs or at the very least pull the rings out of the wall. The former man of steel felt terrible pain in his wrists as he tried. Tears came to his eyes realizing it was possible he would never again be able to do all the amazing feats he once did. Having nothing to lose, he went through his powers one by one. Super hearing…he had forgotten he didn’t use it. However, he focused in and all he could hear was Ike laughing and gloating how he brought down the mighty man of steel to the guards of the jail whom he was informing that he was now in charge. The attempted use of his x-ray vision to see through the walls where the sound was coming from was of no use. Trying to burn through the wall was fruitless and he knew from trying to pull on the handcuffs that his strength and invulnerability were both gone as well.
Blake was watching intently as the muscle man went through the paces. Superman lowered his head and sighed. Blake new he was finished and attempted to console his new friend. “Superman, just rest…Everything will be fine”, he said. “I’m afraid we are all doomed, not to mention the rest of the world. This maniac has all of my powers and could destroy mankind as we now know it. I’m sure he also has my weakness of Kryptonite but I have spent the past several months assuring that these fragments were all encased and lead and stored at my fortress. I fear there is no hope,” Superman concluded.
“As you only lost your powers after you used them, it’s too bad there is not a power you hadn’t used”, Blake said. “Wait a minute”, Superman said with a little hope in his voice. “A few months ago, I encountered a clone of myself who called himself replacement man and I discovered a power I never knew I had.” Superman looked a little embarassed as he continued the story. “The clone hit me with an energy blast,generated by his hard penis that had quite a wallop and it actually caused some of my molecules to break free from my body and the clone was able to absorb them. I, then discovered I could do the same and was able to defeat him and re-absorb those molecules myself. That’s it! Our only hope.” Blake looked a little concerned. “You mean to tell me that you are able to create some sort of energy bolt from your cock? Why haven’t we ever heard of this before,” he asked. “Well, it’s not the sort of power you get the opportunity to use every day, but as I stand here fully nude, it’t the perfect time to use it. I will have to wait until a moment when Ike is very near to me and use it then to absorb some of the molecules. My fear is that if I use it once, it may be the only chance I get because he will then have that power. The absorbtion of my molecules, though, is my only hope to get at least some of my other powers back to do battle with him once and for all.” Blake agreed and they devised a plan to lure Ike into the cell under the pretense that Superman was dead. Superman would then spring into action, becoming hard and blasting him with the bolt when he came close enough to check if he was truly dead.
Superman slumped hanging from the handcuffs. Blake began yelling for Ike claiming that Superman was dead. It wasn’t long before Ike was standing at the cell door. “Superman is dead,” Blake said convincingly. “Guess my little love tap was just too much for him”, Ike said. He grabbed the door and with virtually no effort, pulled the lock off and swung the door open. He entered into the cell and went over to Superman to see if he could feel a pulse. Superman concentrated to get erect and NOTHING HAPPENED. He couldn’t believe it. That wasn’t a “super-power”. He had heard stories of mortal men who could become erect and cum hand’s free. Now he not only wasn’t a Superman but was an inferior man. He continued to remain still, hearing Ike say, “He’s not dead. The little pansy is just still knocked out from my little tap. Big muscles, big dick and nothing to back it up!” Superman thought that Ike was right.
Ike left the cell and Blake went over to Superman. “What happened? Why didn’t you get him?”, Ike asked. “I simply couldn’t do it, Blake”, he answered. I can’t even get hard let alone create the energy bolt.” “But you didn’t use that power, so you should still have it, right?”, Blake asked. “It sounds reasonable but I can’t explain it.” Blake moved closer to the now weak Man of Steel and hugged him in a consoling manner. Superman’s cock began to get thicker and he could feel the blood flowing into it. Maybe there was some hope after all…