Starlad realised that in this stage of the fight, the Hero-destroyer had gained the upper hand. He knew that with every blow, his powers would ebb away more and more.
By now the Hero-destroyer had driven him into the ground up until his armpits. Only Starlad’s arms were still free, still grabbing around helplessly.
“ No !!”, the Hero-destroyer got out. “ I don’t want Starlad to be blocked from sunlight ……. “
It was clear to Starlad, that the Hero-destroyer had set up this trap together with Nerdboy, only to be able to destroy him. Safe, high up in the air, he overlooked the situation. The Destroyer only stood there, waiting for him to attack.
The Hero-destroyes escape from police and now look to capture the young and arrogant Starlad.
Starlad was in a world of trouble. He was still stretched between the four ring posts and was totally helpless.
Jiri was starting to sweat a bit already: Dom still looked perfectly in his briefs. He started taunting Jiri and he made a good job of it. Then Jiri made a mistake he could never correct anymore. The croud was roaring it’s encouragement for the dominator.
Sullivan stepped back from the hero who lay on the floor before him and he rubbed his own crotch, while Starlad’s body convulsed.
” Oh yes !!!!! …….. This is going to be fun !!!!!!!! ”
Starlad lay on the ground at the warden’s feet, clutching his balls and throat.
Mysticlad didn’t feel very happy when he watched Starlad’s body at at his feet, wounded and defeated. He felt himself a traitor by having beaten this gorgious well-muscled guy. He felt how his dick was growing when he watched the brused and helpless body of Jiri.
To heroes fights Mysticlad and Starlad who will win?, and what will happen to the loser?
This is the beginning of a story where a Superhero is sent to prison and suffers many humiliations. Here appear others heroes but most of the story is about a young hero named Starlad. This story is part of a bigger universe of stories and to be honest I don’t know the correct order of publication, or if all the stories are in the same universe as I think many authors post about this universe.
Back in his cell, still naked, with his throbbing hard cock getting fat from the manipulations by his powerful muscled hands, the pervert was replaying his humiliation at the hands of the sexy Caitlin. His mind’s eye replaying in graphic detail, the way Oleg’s muscled body looked, dripping with sweat at Caitlin’s control of his cock.
Superman awoke on the cold floor still naked and in chains, but his body feeling fresh and clean. The last moment he remembered was pouring his cum all over himself in a truly depraved act of perversion.
In his cold cell Superman looked at the massive load of cum that had pooled in his cell, from his most recent orgasm. The cum puddle was big enough for a man to drowned in he thought impressed with himself.
The once proud hero lost control in his jail cell, the cum exploding from the mushroom head of his beautiful circumcised cock. The unblinking eye of the camera in the ceiling capturing the debauched man of steel.
It was all supposed to turn out so differently, Superman thought to himself, as he sat naked on the cold concrete floor of his cell. The cold chain around his neck, the shackles around his ankles, which he couldn’t even break. It was strange the way being naked always made him feel defeated, depressed, ashamed even during sex with Lois. He may have resembled the once proud man of steel, but the man in that cell was super in name only.
A shot story where an older Man teach Superman a lesson.
It seemed an almost ludicrous matchup. On one side of the chamber, a small but lithe older man assumed a boxer’s crouch. Facing him, or more truthfully rising to his full upright height and towering over him by a good head or two, was the most powerful being in the entire Universe.
They brought him around with a several sharp slaps, and a few cold wet washcloths. Still bound, he looked around in fear, his eyes desperate, trying to assess his situation—suddenly as if sober, and very much in his right mind. The penetrating shock to his system had done that. He must get help. And now! Or sensed he was irrevocably doomed. Must be free of the Kryptonite, the drugs, his captors, what they had done to him! But how?! The searing burn in his breasts was horrific.
He found the package and opened it, while Adam looked over his shoulder waiting expectantly. Dennis simply smiled, and dropped the contents of the package onto the desk. Out spilled a pair of dull, glowing green shackles, neck chain, ankle cuffs, and a small medicine container.
It was a bit more than an hour later, Superman came to. He ached all through himself, the effects of the Kryptonite laced air he had been unwittingly breathing, and Cat’s injection that had knocked him out (along with the horrible heel of her spite)… severely compromising his invulnerability to pain and harm, and inhibiting the use of his impossible strength, otherworldly powers. He checked his watch, knowing he had to get going.
Superman visits Luthor only to discover some pics that make him want to make a deal with his enemy
Superman has some problems while looking at his muscle body in a the mirrors
