The Conquest of Lois Lane and Superman
Story by Wellsny44
Bright sunshine streamed through the window of Charles Bryant’s bedroom. Two men, both powerfully built, lay sleeping in the large bed in the lavishly furnished room. Both men were naked. The sheet they slept under had fallen to the floor. One man was chained by his ankle to a ring at at the base of the bed. That man was the world’s premier superhero, The Man of Steel, Superman. The other sleeping man was one of the wealthiest men in the world. A ruthless mega-billionaire who always got what he wanted. He was Charles Bryant. What he had wanted was Superman as a sex-toy and personal slave to him. It appeared, on the morning of the 3rd day of Superman’s captivity, that he was on his way to accomplishing his goal. Superman ass had been branded as a slave. He had fallen in one-on-one combat to an incredible beauty known only to him as Mona. He had suffered a vicious beating at her hands. She had used all of her martial art skills to practicly cripple him. Leaving him laying face down before her, sobbing in pain. Worse than that, she had claimed Lois Lane as her personal love-slave and Lois had seemed untroubled by that. All these thoughts filled Superman’s mind as he opened his eyes. He was facing Charles Bryant in the bed. Bryant, who lay on his side facing Superman, still slept. The Man of Steel studied the handsome face of his captor, the broad shoulders and thick, muscular arms, the lean hips. His eyes wandered down to where Bryant’s thick cock lay exposed, laying against his bare thigh. Memories of the previous evening came flooding back to the fallen superhero. A drunken revelry culminating with him eagerly sucking his captors cock. Not just that, but he had taken Bryant’s cum in his mouth. And he had done that in front of his wife, Lois Lane. With her watching as he swallowed it. Then Lois had confessed that she too had sucked-off Bryant. Not only had she sucked him off, but she had given him a blow-job the first night she was here on the island. It just blew Superman’s mind that she had been so easy. This man, Charles Bryant, defeated him at every turn and in every way. Superman recalled returning to this very bedroom and his performance kneeling at the toilet bowl. Holding and pointing Bryant’s cock as he pissed in the water. Then licking and sucking away all the drops that remained. His submissive behavior acting to trigger erotic responses on Bryant’s part. Superman found that, once again, a hard thick cock waited inches from his mouth, eager to be attended to. The fallen hero did not disappoint his new master.
Superman lay in his captors bed for a long time watching Charles Bryant as he slept alongside him. New and different emotions were at war in the fallen superhero. He gazed up and down Bryant’s naked, perfectly formed body. Looking for a long time at the thick cock that lay across Bryant’s smooth thigh. He wondered to himself what would he do if he had a knife and a key to the chain that bound him to this bed. Would he plunge it into the heart of his tormentor and then go rescue Lois Lane. Or did he want to slide down in the bed and take that cock in his mouth once again. Pleasuring it as he had done twice the night before. Deep in denial about the true nature of his submission to Charles Bryant, he concluded that Bryant had gotten him drunk and had drugged him. There was no way he would do such sexual acts unless drugs were used on him. Lois too. She obviously was drugged and forced to lie to him about being with Charles Bryant on the first night she was here. “Yes”, he told himself, “Lois is faking this thing with Mona. Biding her time till we can escape.” As The Man of Steel was reaching all of the wrong conclusions, Charles Bryant’s eyes opened to see Superman lying in his bed. Naked and quietly watching him. “Good Morning Superman. You did very well last night. For a beginner that is.” Bryant spoke softly, “That’s why my slave is sleeping here with me instead of on the mat at the foot of my bed.” Superman replied, “Please listen to what I have to say and let me finish.” He proceeded to tell his captor all of the conclusions he had reached. How he was now positive that he had been drugged. How Lois was forced to lie about sucking Bryant off. She only said those things out of fear for his safety. She was his wife and would never have betrayed him. When he was finished Bryant’s only reaction was to laugh out loud. “Oh Superman, you are just too much. You really believe that you were drugged when you blew me. That’s rich. You were drunk, I’ll say that, but you sucked me off because that’s what you wanted to do. Twice I might add. And that loyal, beautiful wife of yours…yes, Lois Lane. So you’r saying she lied about being with me out of fear. You’r saying she does’nt want to be with Mona in bed.” Bryant smiled broadly, “I think perhaps, I’ll arrange a little demonstration to see how Lois behaves when she’s alone with me. Yes, we’ll do that tonight.” Bryant stood up alongside the chained superhero. He stretched luxuriously displaying his splendidly muscled body to Superman who lay there looking up at him. Superman tried not to remember licking those smooth thighs and kissing and licking that hard stomach as his mouth had roamed across Bryant’s body. In this very bed the previous night. Bryant unlocked the chain about Superman’s ankle. “Go and prepare my bath,” he ordered. “And I’ll want a good massage.” He patted Superman on the ass as he padded by on the way to the bathroom to do his masters bidding. “That’s a good girl.”