This is the revised version by Rick Henry of this classic story writtenm originallly by Superman Fannn, Thanks Rick for sharing this version.

Major characters within are owned by D.C. Comics; this is a work of fan fiction. Though implausible in many respects, this is sexually explicit, m/m erotic material for mature readers only. Illustrations selected were those which basically matched the happenings within the story & not truly “exact,” but as close as possible to fit the text. Most used were given permission by the artists credited; but some unavailable factors were involved.

Chapter 5

Jimmy hurried back to Superman with the keys. He helped Superman struggle back to his feet, and Jimmy was able to unlock the handcuffs. Superman winced as he rubbed his once invulnerable wrists. Even the simple task of pulling up his tights took effort for the one-time strongest man in the world. Jimmy turned to once again crawl through the hole in the bars that were broken by the quick frozen Kryptonian cum. Superman tried following, but soon discovered that the hole created was not big enough for him to get his huge muscular frame through. He instinctively grabbed hold of the bars and his biceps bulged as he attempted to bend them further apart. His massive pecs heaved but still nothing. The bars wouldn’t budge. He instinctively attempted heat vision. A mistake. “Agghhhhhhhhh,” he howled as he covered his eyes with his hands. Not only was there no heat vision left, but his attempt to use it shot jabbing pain through his head. When the pain subsided, he removed his hands to discover his vision was blurred.

Jimmy was attempting to unlock the door of the cage, but found the one he had used to free Superman wasn’t the right key, and struggled with the others. Superman realized that his failed attempt at escape would probably anger his captor, and was actually nervous about what he might do to Jimmy and himself if and when he returned. He heard heavy footsteps approaching, and called Jimmy to come back into the cage. Jimmy dropped the keys and hastily retreated to the safety of their cell.

The large soldier, now alone without his henchmen entered. He was no longer in an army uniform but instead had on a pair of short, hip-hugging black shorts and was wearing Superman’s shirt with the unraveled hole in it. Jimmy and Superman both watched the massive man approach.  Superman’s tunic looked to be two sizes too small on the larger man. The sleeves were short and the bottom of it didn’t quite go to the top of his briefs revealing a glimpse of his bulky-smooth, but nicely ridged abs.

“What a pathetic display that was, Superman,” stated the soldier. “It was entertaining to watch on my closed-circuit television. I’m sure you knew there was a hidden camera with your x-ray vision…. Oh, now wait, you don’t have x-ray vision anymore, do you? My bad… hahahah.”

Superman shamefully looked at Jimmy and down to the floor.

“And now there is a hole in my jail cell that you can’t get your “super” body out of. Perhaps you should have tried a little harder to bend them,” sneered the big man. He reached over to the bars and easily bent them wide and stepped inside the cage. He stepped immediately back out and bent the bars straight again. Jimmy and Superman watched in amazement. “Or perhaps some heat vision would have helped,” he said, as he focused his own able beam on the bars which almost immediately glowed red.

“How…??” Superman gasped.

“In due time, Muscle-puss,” the mammoth man replied. He picked up the keys Jimmy had dropped, dangled them, then tossed them to a far corner of the room. “Won’t be needing these, will you?” pausing. “My favorite was your pitiful super-cum attempt,” he continued, “with that wussy noodle of yours.”

Then unceremoniously, he partially pulled down his tights and exposed a cock at least 3 inches longer than Superman’s and two inches thicker. “Maybe I should show you how it’s done!?” He became immediately hard, and within what seemed seconds, masses of cum shot from his rod splattering the bars, and some splashed on the wilted Superman. (Even onto his partially opened lips, which he disdained to taste… but without thinking did. And felt an odd tingling within him; a minor electric jolt.)  “Had you used more of yourself—if you could have—you might be out of this cage right now,” he said, as he willed himself to expel more of his impressive amounts again. He hit the bars with a super blast of cold breath, bumped them with his shoulder, and a gaping in the bars appeared. A smug sneer lit his unpleasant face. “Just gotta know how to use your gifts, Wimp Ass.” Once more pulling up his tights.

Chapter 6

“I give you permission to exit through the giant hole I was able to make using MY super powers, Super—wait… I’ll just have to call you Kal-El from now on, because “Superman” just does not seem to fit you, anymore… haaa-haa-haa,” taunted the larger  “super” man.

He stood there bouncing his boulder-sized pecs which strained beneath Superman’s much too small purloined top. “This pajama top is becoming bothersome,” the massive man said as he grabbed an edge of the once indestructible tunic, and in one swift motion tore it off of his body.

Superman and Jimmy watched, awed by the physique of this man who now stood in only his black hugging shorts and boots. Not only were his pecs huge, but he revealed he also had much larger nipples, which were nearly four or more inches long, and very thick. Proud as a peacock, making them bounce and wriggle: a pair of young cocks. “I think I’ll go with this look when I fly around Metropolis. What do you think, Kal?” the man asked. “Probably could have melted those bars just with my tit milk, eh—compared to your paired peanuts?” Raising up a one-arm cannonball bicep flex, winking his pec, his udders ego-flapping, rolling his myriad layered abs for show.

“Yo…y-you can fly?” asked Superman. Though suddenly calculating, if this man had teats larger than a cow’s, he would be even more susceptible to being overcome—just like himself—at full power… were someone somehow able to manage to latch onto them—take him unexpectedly.

“Of course, I can. But from the looks of you, I don’t think you’ll be joining me anytime soon, Fairy-Bell.”

“But how?” asked Superman. “If you have my powers, you must be Kryptonian; so the red rays of the sun should be affecting you as well.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” answered the other. “I’m from a planet called Tryton. I not only have the same powers you have here on earth, but I have none of your susceptible weaknesses. I’m powered just as easily in the red rays of the sun as I am in yellow—and Kryptonite has no effect on me, either.  Since my home planet is still in

existence, there are no fragments of Trytonite floating around to weaken me. Face it, Kal. Mine is the superior race, the Kryptonians the lesser. I could have finished you off even with you at full power, but I didn’t want to waste the energy. Ha ha ha ha ha.”

“Why don’t you then let me out into the yellow rays, so you can put your money where your mouth is?” asked Superman.

“What kind of fool do you take me for, Kal,” answered the man. “Although it is my opinion that your powers are now completely gone forever, on the off-chance I’m wrong, you might just act like the coward you are—and fly away. It’s a big world out there, and although I could no doubt find you cowering in some hidden corner eventually, I don’t want to waste that much time. I’d rather like taking some time for a little fun now, however,” he said. He cocked his head to the side. “Boys… please come in,” he bellowed.

Superman saw and heard the door open, and two impressively muscular soldiers entered wearing only camouflage briefs. Although very nicely put together, they were still dwarfed by the stronger man, and were also a few shades smaller in stature and less muscular than Superman himself. “I’d like to do a little film to show the world what has become of the man they used to know as “Superman,”” he said. “Boys.” Then he flicked a switch on a control panel nearby, activating the video device.

One soldier directly walked up to Superman and stared him down, the other slipping off to the side. Superman stared right back—the implied challenge rankling him, thinking that even if he was more human-like now, he was bigger and more muscular, and could easily defend himself against these two mere mortals. The man cocked back his fist and Superman prepared to block it, but was unexpectedly surprised by the other soldier who had somehow gotten sideways behind him—had moved in, and locked his right arm swiftly down, then up and behind him, while the soldier’s other free arm had frozen him into a half nelson, rocking him on his feet.

“You dogs!” Jimmy yelled. But it was not up to him to do much about it. The alien-bigger soldier gave him a “shut-your-fucking-face” look, and dismissed him.

Though caught off-guard, Superman strain-smiled a little, and confidently tried to bring his arm down to break the hold. But in moments, true concern washed over him as he couldn’t budge or break free from the earthly one holding him. The bigger man laughed and said, “So you’re like one of those roided “puffer-men,” who have all that muscle for show, and nothing to back it up!  Even needs help… to jack himself off. What a wuss!!”

Superman kept struggling, straining to break the hold when the front soldier wound up and hit him with a fierce gut punch. Superman had the wind knocked out of him, gave a loud “Oooo-uuufff!” head dropping forwards, obviously outnumbered, and doomed.

Jimmy gritted his teeth.

Chapter 7

As Superman stood there heaving, still gasping for breath, the second punch was  worse than the first. Perspiration poured down his face.  But it was again, a rivulet of sweat mixed with some of the larger soldier’s former cum that had splashed onto him from the soldier’s enormous cum shot… that perked him up. As it ran down his face, it entered his mouth. Superman swallowed. and when he did, something amazing happened. That tingling sensation inside him, once more. He began to feel some miniscule surge of strength course back through his body.  His mind began to race. “Could it be that this other alien’s man-sperm was the solution to his problem?  As much as his own was to himself?”  Although he felt stronger, he knew this small drop was not enough to return him to the amazingly powerful man he’d been before being exposed to the red rays of the sun. Another left and right punch into his gut however seemed to deflate those hopes, as he was weakening further. Even seeing stars. He feared if either one of the two soldiers blasted him on the chin, he was sure he’d be “out.”

But he took a forceful deep breath, felt his chest lift a bit more, and his shoulders seemed to widen. Something—was there a ray of hope? A distraction from Jimmy kept them from noticing.

“You bastards, beating a depowered man!! A true superhero, and you—” with a backhand, the monster Trytonian popped Jimmy about six feet across the room. He lay there in a deflated pile, silent.  He didn’t have the guts to say more, but he was furious. That, too, angered Superman. Not fair. A finely built, though no macho kid like Jimmy, and this “goon” was going to manhandle him?!  His ire rose.

If he could even get just a little of his strength back, he was sure with his skills—a lifetime of dealing with petty criminals—he just might be able to take on the soldiers who were restraining him.  But knew he wasn’t powerful enough to beat the bigger soldier. In fact, he was beginning to question whether he could even have beaten him when he was at full strength. Yes, coming from a planet near Krypton, it was possible this man could defeat Superman… Yet with his mind working, knowing how much of his own strength was derived from his own body essences, and necessarily so… he made a quick assessment. Perhaps, if he could drain the source-strengths from this other more muscled alien—get him to expend himself more, weakening him (as he knew this also happened to him, if his gifts were wasted—or better yet, take them from him!)—he might have found a way to turn this whole thing around!!!!  So he calculated his main hope might be to get this narcissistic muscle hunk to cum down his throat, or somehow ingest his semen.  His mind raced for ideas on how to make this happen. (Wondering if he were even capable of taking his overly huge phallus, larger than a ball bat, as it were…?)

Superman knew that he could not let on that any of his strengths, no matter how small, may have returned, and ironically the red rays did not seem to be weakening them. He could feel it. He wanted to test himself, but obviously couldn’t dare any feats of strength or heat vision. He tried tuning-in his super hearing, but could barely hear what was going on outside the building.  He x-rayed the door, and although it was a strain, he could see hazily through it.  He was very hopeful, but equally unsure how to proceed.

“Well, Kal-El, it appears I have broken you, and you will now spend the rest of your days serving me,” said the hulking soldier. And eagerly began slipping out of his shorts—the sight of his full genital nudity more than alarming to both Jimmy and Superman. “Why I was sent here. To assess this puny planet, see if anything worthwhile was here. See who was in charge. And either align with, or eliminate, or bring them into subjugation. You were the pussy-weak link—Lex Luthor held more of the cards. Has better connections.”

 “Let him go,” he commanded the soldiers.  “He’s no threat to me—or even you two for that matter.”  He laughed an evil laugh.  “You guys go on and get some supper, while I have my turn with skimpy nuts.”

 Superman feigned weakness, knowing he couldn’t let on how much his little cum-cocktail might have given him some strength.  He held his abs pretending they were still hurting even though they no longer did. 

“You might as well take those girly tights off the rest of the way, Kal-El.  Can’t walk around your holding cell like that, anyway. Tights are reserved for superheroes and ballet dancers—and you’re nothing of the sort. No talent in either field!” sneered the Trytonian.

Superman obeyed, knowing he could still be overpowered by the hulking soldier. Jimmy had backed up into a far corner, trying urgently not to be noticed further; ever alert. Although standing there in his full nakedness alone, Kal was still a sight to behold.  Superman had a nice coating of hair across his chest and belly. His balls and cock, flaccid… hung heavily thick. A nicely rich crisping of pubes surrounded his genitals, and his shapely etched legs were covered with a generous bit of hair as were his arms.  The super solder, in contrast, was virtually hairless. He appeared completely shaven, even his head, and looked ever the part of an overly-built bodybuilder.  His muscles were thickly, massively bulked, but not with the sculptured leanness of the MOS’s. And he was truly “hung,” from both his pubis and his pectorals… gaspingly so. His waist not as small as Kal’s, but the density of it fit with the entirety of his mass.

Superman finally came up with a plan.  He looked into the eyes of the super soldier and said, “You know you may be bigger than I am, but before my power loss, I’m fairly certain I was stronger than you.  And, if that shooting “display” was your full load, I know mine was much bigger.  In fact, I was surprised you needed a break between your two small loads. In my normal state, I would have been able to produce in one what you did in two.  Easily.  Even those freak udders of yours, probably mostly for show—.”

The super soldier’s mouth dropped open (as did Jimmy’s—who murmured, “Uh-oh!”), and looked purely enraged.  “Well, we’ll just see about that, Kryptonian Wuss!” he spat, as he came forwards—and willing himself erect, grasped Kal by his shoulders, and pushed him down to his knees. “You need a lesson in true worship, Slut.  Now you are gonna choke on my far superior dick!!” And proceeded to forcefully face fuck the hero.

Superman in moments had a genuine look of fear in his eyes… and it wasn’t fake. While his super body allowed for some extraordinary stress—had he fatally miscalculated?  This cock was so big it was near to breaking his jaws, being thrust in so viciously. And going too rapidly too deep was cutting off his air supply!  And he was afraid he would die on the spot from asphyxiation, if his powers weren’t fully returned.  The mammoth soldier pushed his weapon down Superman’s throat, filling him beyond anything he’d ever imagined.  Worse than panicked and in distress—he was choking, his face going red, then nearly blue. Unable to breathe!

Superman knew he needed the cum to survive, but the process of getting it… might kill him first! Somehow, he managed to pull back, the greatness of the man’s phallus slipping out, and then was able to surround it with his own impressive pectorals, which seemed to please the Trytonian, who continued lustfully frotting between his enclosing olive-huge nippled breasts, groaning still with pleasure at his conquest of the other… his seed beginning to erupt in hopeless, abundant spurts rather quickly.

Jimmy couldn’t help but also erupt, watching the two muscled monoliths go at it.