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After both Austin and Frank had each taken their turn at Jimmy Olsen’s ass, each mercilessly raping the tender hole of the young man—the exhausted captive lay drenched in a combination of sweat, smeared pale green cum and ass juice.
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The comatose hero was summarily bent over a table…his ass cheeks spread, the butt plug unstrapped and removed. A thick green lubricant was then worked into his anal cavity. Lifting the mighty Man of Steel by both arms and legs, he was slowly lowered onto the dildo embedded in the steel chair. The kryptonite implant entered, fully penetrating the hero’s ass.
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The next morning was filled with a variety of criminal mischief perpetrated by Dark Trinity in and around the city of Metropolis. After allowing enough time for Clark Kent to get that “all important” third shower, the sinister trio went about creating havoc -sabotaging railroad switches, setting off false fire alarms in some of Metropolis’ highest buildings and staging two terrorist alerts.
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Lex Luthor, who attended and participated in the execution, contacted the mercenary trio and subsequently contracted their services to assist in the termination of the most powerful human being on the face of the planet, Superman..
Instead of their coming here for the testing and expressing of his most glorious strengths, Superman had now been reduced to displaying his most vulnerable and susceptible weaknesses…. Right where Jimmy had suddenly decided he wanted him.
Superman, with Jimmy in his arms, was still completely naked as his costume had been destroyed by the super soldier. Almost immediately upon taking off, he began to grow hard. At first, he thought it was just the stimulation of the air as he flew with no costume, but he soon realized that he was almost hornier than he had ever been in his life. The increased weight and size of his genitals, the thrust of his nipples, making him almost intoxicated. He tried to will the hard-on to go away but it was no use. Jimmy noticed, but pretended not to. Superman knew that he couldn’t fly back to Metropolis this way for fear someone would see him in this condition. “Need to make a detour,” he murmured. “Reconfigure a few things.”
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.
Darkness turned to light as the once undefeatable Man of Steel came to. He shook his head to clear the haze after being choked out by the massive soldier. Sagged to his knees, he hung by his wrists from the restraints he was unable to break. His arm joints felt near to being torn, having taken the heft of his weight. Somehow, he got back onto his feet and looked around. In addition to the restraints on his wrists, he and Jimmy were also inside a portable jail cell. Jimmy was curled into a protective huddle, relatively motionless on the floor a few feet away. Shivering, but awake.
Superman landed gracefully next to the newly built dome at the US Army testing facility. He had been invited here to test out the army’s latest state of the art weaponry. He had previously been asked to do similar tasks on many other occasions, and felt it was part of his duty as an American citizen to comply. After all, he was “invulnerable,” and the results of these tests would be invaluable to the army. He approached the front door of the dome and it automatically opened. Upon entering, he was greeted by the two-star General, Matt Barnes. “Welcome, Superman,” who extended his hand to the 6’ 4”, 260 lbs. of skin-tight, blue-clad muscle… who with dark hair, and bright eyes, was unnervingly handsome.
The Hunter and company have departed for NYC to capture Spider-man, who is destined to become the 6th unwilling member of Bill’s Martin’s twisted, pervertedly abused menagerie of captive heroes, which he keeps on his private island of San Miguel. Bill ends a call and tosses his cell onto the wrought-iron table under the shade of the large, white cotton tarp which provides shade from the blazing tropical sun. His chair creaks under his prodigious weight as the old man leans back and gazes out into his brig’s sun-drenched punishment yard.
“I heard enough of your sick, twisted, perverted fantasies, Martin! Have it your way, “replies Superman as he angrily steps away from Martin and faces Bomba’s cell; he grabs the black iron bars and prepares to rip the barred door off its iron frame.
“Wait, Superman… please, no more damage. It’s hard to get a repairman out here, and it’ll take ages to get the brig’s entrance replaced,” begs the old fat man with feigned sincerity.
“He is a mighty and very powerful warrior called Superman,” explains Bill to the old witch doctor. “He has the ability to fly and has tremendous strength and other powers; he is invulnerable to every known weapon. And Superman is coming here to turn me over to the authorities. Supermen will destroy my home, turning it to ashes. He can burn objects with a mere look from his eyes!”
