Milking the Stallion

Our Score Click to rate this post! [Total: 1 Average: 5]  Milking the Stallion   Part 3: Chained   There were faded voices. Was this a dream, a bad dream? Or was it a good dream? Or perhaps a wet dream went awry? Something’s aching. He couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. He was tired and yet somehow content. But the bliss was shortlived. The ache was becoming more obvious and it was disturbing his needed rest. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes. His arms were tied firmly with chains to a arms of a sturdy metallic t-cross. His feet were chained together to the pole. Superman looked around. The room was in reddish hue. It was filled with various machinery. There were a few tables facing him with laptops on top. There were cameras at the corner of the room. And the ache came again. This time, he realized what it was. His painful erection. Superman started to recollect. The costume he was wearing was still drenched with the dreadful oil. He is still under the influence of the drug. The heavy metallic door opened. “I came rushing down the moment I was informed that… Read More »Milking the Stallion Part 3

Our Score Click to rate this post! [Total: 2 Average: 5]  Milking the Stallion   Part 2: The Milking   “Superman, your great days are over.” declared Lex triumphantly. “Lex, what do you gain from all these?”, Superman asked breathlessly.”You know the effects are temporary. I had shown you mercy over the years, refusing to take your life even though I could …” “That is why you are naive and stupid!” retorted Lex Luthor. “And who says this is temporary when I can keep using this drug on you until you are a sex and drug addicted low life scumb” Lex laughed maniacally. Superman saw fear for the the first time as the words sank in. Superman closed his eyes, trying to concentrate once more. There must be a way to control this great urge in his loins. He is Superman, the Man of Steel – he can control himself. And his cook is like Steel set on fire. Superman opened his eyes at the thought of his cock. The concentration is not working, and trying not to think about his cock makes him think even more, makes him even more aware of his need… Read More »Milking the Stallion Part 2

Our Score Click to rate this post! [Total: 7 Average: 3] Milking the Stallion   Part 1: Ensnaring the Stallion   The doors flung opened. It was the Man of Steel … a very angry Man of Steel. The presense of the Man of Steel was commanding. Incredibly tall and handsome. Those tights revealed two huge chests, superbly well defined abs, thighs and calves. In short, one hundred percent hard muscles. A living sexy god among the mortals, who fights for truth and justice. “I have been expecting you, Superman … come over and sit.” Lex Luthor, the city mayor, was sitting comfortably in his chair, with two burly bodyguards behind him, calmly bade Superman over to sit. In comparison to the incredibly muscled superman, Lex Luthor carries a medium frame, almost lanky. He had a devious look with a one sided smile that seemed to hint that everything was under control. The atmosphere was tense. “I knew you were up to no good, when you introduced those robotic police for national securty. You had over the year worked to have the entire government under your control, willing them to declare wars on nation that refuse… Read More »Milking the Stallion Part 1