The Conquest of Lois Lane and Superman
Story by Wellsny44
Yet again Superman slid into the still hot, sudsy water in the huge bathtub. He had just finished bathing Charles Bryant, his captor. Once more this simple act of using this same bathwater fired a deep masochistic feeling in him. It was something about not being permitted his own bathwater and having to dry himself with a towel damp from Bryant’s body. It just got to him on a level he had difficulty understanding. Perhaps even more so than anything else that had happened. He decided not to think about such things and sunk even deeper into the warm, relaxing waters. He closed his eyes and melted into utter relaxation. After a few minutes he realized that his cock had grown hard despite trying to keep images of Bryant’s body out of his mind. “Crap”, he thought to himself, “I still have to massage him. He can’t see me like this.” The Man of Steel bit down on his tongue and pinched himself hard several times until finally the hardness of his manhood returned to normal. He climbed from the tub, dried himself and went into the bedroom where Bryant was lying naked, face down on the huge bed. Without any comment Superman took the scented oils and began massaging Bryant. Actually admiring the naked, muscular body he was kneading and attending to. He was becoming quite good at this he thought, if Bryant’s pleased moans were any gauge. It was only when he finished and Bryant turned over and lay on his back that Superman became truly flustered. Bryant well knew this and enjoyed toying with the fallen superhero. Posturing brazenly and displaying his powerful male body in the most provocative way. He enjoyed seeing the war being waged in Superman’s mind as he tried to avoid looking at Bryant’s powerful cock lying soft against his thigh. Through barely open eyelids Bryant watched Superman as he began massaging the scented oils into his brawny chest and slowly moving down to work the oils into his rock hard stomach. Bryant saw that the fallen hero was totally captivated by what he was doing without consciously realizing it. It was only when the Man of Steel began massaging the calves of those perfect legs and began slowly working his way towards the juncture of those smooth thighs that Bryant realized how close he was to total victory. For just a brief moment Bryant thought that Superman was going to go down on him right there. He watched the fallen heroes body language as he reached the juncture of those smooth thighs and began massaging the male flesh found there. Obeying Charles Bryant’s command to, “massage every inch of me.” Superman’s lips had parted and he was breathing heavier. His eyes riveted on the thick hard-on he now held in his hand. Slowly massaging the oils into the male flesh as his hand slid up and down the length of the shaft. Bryant enjoyed this sweet torment he was inflicting on a defeated foe. For that reason he abruptly ended the massage session. “OK Superman, let’s go down for breakfast, shall we.” As both men got ready to leave for brerakfast, Bryant reflected on the best way to show Superman that his precious wife, Lois Lane, was a unfaithful slut. He had the video of her blowing him in the garden but Bryant wanted more. He wanted Superman to see the real thing, in real time. His beloved wife sucking and fucking another man. He began to formulate his plan for the coming evening.
Charles Bryant arrived poolside with Superman once again trailing behind on a leash. The Man of Steel wore a pair of white silk pajama bottoms over the red “S” panties that Bryant forced him to wear. He was bare chested and barefooted. Bryant wore a simple, short, light blue silk robe tied about the waist. Sandals and sunglasses. He skin was bronzed by the tropical sun. He looked very handsome and fit. Another beautiful tropical morning had arrived and both Lois and Mona were relaxing in the blue waters of the pool while they awaited the arrival of the men. The breakfast table was set with fresh fruits and other morning treats. Both women came up out of the water upon the arrival of Bryant with Superman in tow. Each wore revealing white bikini swimsuits that did little to conceal their lush figures. If the two men had splendid bodies, which they did, these two women more than matched them in perfection. Both raven haired beauties were at the height of their beauty and abilities. Any man would be hungry for either of them. Charles Bryant watched as they left the pool and began drying each other off with a red beach-towel. The intimacy of this simple act did not go unnoticed by the fallen superhero. Once again he lied to himself about what he could clearly see. Believing Lois was faking an attraction to Mona while she waited for Superman to rescue them from this bondage. The women joined Bryant at the table while Superman was forced to serve them their breakfast in total silence. He was forbidden to speak and dared not violate the order least Mona be unleashed on him. He vividly remembered the vicious beating at her hands and did’nt wish a repeat of that. Again he cursed the slave collar embedded with two small chunks of Kryptonite that had stolen his powers from him. Once finished serving breakfast he was relegated to sit at the food table to watch them as they enjoyed their breakfast and chatted amicably. He sullenly sat and ate his own breakfast, chagrined that he was so unnoticed and marginalized by Bryant. Superman thought that after the previous night of drinking and sex, things would be different. He could see that he still remained a slave. It was’nt fair was all he could think. When breakfast finally concluded both women announced that they were going down to the beach to hunt for seashells. As the women left on the way to the ocean, Bryant gestured for Superman to come over and sit with him. He could’nt resist tormenting the fallen hero as they watched the two bikini clad beauties walk away from them. “Who do you think is in charge Superman, you know, when the lights go out in the bedroom. I bet Mona puts Lois through her paces. I’d love to see your wife with her face buried between Mona’s thighs. Would’nt you?” Superman could only reply in a weak voice, “Stop. Don’t do this to us. Can’t you see we love each other.” Bryant abruptly stood up and said, “You’r right, I was being mean. Sorry. Meanwhile, let’s go for a swim.” Bryant stripped his robe off, dropping it to the floor. He stood in the naked splendor of his powerfully muscled, tanned body. The fallen superhero was once again flustered by the closeness and nudity of his conquorer. Bryant, ever the gourmet, sensed the weakness in Superman caused by the nearness of his naked body. He stepped even closer to the superhero. Trapping him in the chair by the proximity of his body. Bryant gently placed his hands on both sides of Superman’s head and moved slightly forward so that his soft cock now lay against his prisoners cheek. Slowly and tormentingly he brushed that cock back and forth across his victims face. He watched as Superman submitted with closed eyes to what was happening to him, a low moan coming from his throat. Bryant’s cock was beginning to harden and lengthen as he rubbed in on Superman’s face. Watching carefully, he gauged the deeper breathing and finally saw the parting of the lips of the defeated hero as he sunk in helpless lust before the male charms arrayed aginst him. Bryant shifted his body slightly and then, taking his fully hard cock in his hand, he slowly slid it into Superman’s wet mouth. “That’s it,” he whispered softly, “Take it all. We both know how much you need this, don’t we?” The defeated, beaten and broken superheroes only response was to slowly move forward in his chair and slip his hand up onto Charles Bryant’s ass-cheeks, caressing them lovingly, and then urging them forward. Sinking that hard cock even deeper into his willing mouth.