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.
