While he was out, they decided to strip him completely, tone down the green lights, which was even making them a little woozy… hosed him off and refastened his bonds. (They had been warned not to keep him under too long. Twenty, thirty minutes at most, then go down to half power. It could be dangerous for all concerned. A stratagem that hadn’t been tried before.)
The stolen dark red car screeched to a halt inside the rundown warehouse. Two masked teenage boys jumped out. The smaller one hastily ran to the entrance and began closing the huge metal door, miffed that the automatic opener had worked, but the closing part hadn’t. They’d be in big trouble if any further foul-ups occurred! Especially further electricals. I mean heck, their plan was foolproof.
Drake (a demon) Vs the Man of Steel
Asterion let out a weak moan as the tentacle finally left his asshole. Some remaining liquid leaked from his now-gaping hole and across his giant round glutes.
How many times did the monster wash him out? Ten times? Fifteen times?
The conlcusion of this story, will Kal-El triumph or TJ will be his new Master
The young stud TJ enjoy dominating the former Superman.
After watching the horrifying tape once more, Lois tried to go to sleep. She tossed and turned in agonies of shame, and she hated to admit to herself, erotic exhilaration.
Next morning, Lois was so distraught, she called in sick to work. It was the first time the conscientious reporter had ever done so, unless deathly ill. She was wringing her hands in anxiety for Superman.
“Those terrible bitches have indeed discovered how to truly de-man, and probably even kill him!” Lois brooded in terror. “And with that Kryptonite, destroying him from within—they just may do so, if that wicked Luthor doesn’t accept their offer!! Who knows? In either case, Superman is on the verge of extinction. Not so indestructible, after all.”
Around 1.000.000 volts of electricity now scorched Starlad’s helpless body.
“ NNNNNNNNNYYYAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The crowd saw how the hero’s legs, still free from the cables spasmed wildly. Soon smoke even came from within the coiled up cables, both up alongside his neck and near his legs.
“ You really thought you could spoil my party here ?”
Beach Boy, having reached the flag post where these thugs had hoisted Euroboy up into the air, almost bumped into Nerdboy who was just in time to block his way.
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.
