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Our Score Click to rate this post! [Total: 4 Average: 3.3]  Milking the Stallion   Part 9: The Escape   Superman was woken from his sleep in his cell as the door opened. Two henchmen walked in with a tray of food and placed on the floor. Slowly, Superman crawled over in apparent weakness and started to eat using his bare hands. The two henchmen sneered at the pathetic sight of the former superhero. “Hey Superman, show some balls!” laughed one of the henchmen, mocking Superman’s meekness despite his bulging sack of balls. The henchman lifted his foot and pushed Superman’s head into the bowl of food. Superman meekly lifted his head from the bowl and continued to eat using his bare hands. The two men shaked their head at Superman and left the room – any last traces of fear and respect for this man were long gone. It had been two days since the last ordeal in the lab. Superman was back in his custume but red and blue lacked its usual lustre. Food had been served at usual times. Superman took whatever was served, he needed the energy. Those food despite being… Read More »Milking the Stallion Part 9

Our Score Click to rate this post! [Total: 2 Average: 5]  Milking the Stallion   Part 8: Lab Rat   The elevator door opened, Superman stepped into the lab together with the henchmen. Dr Rhamsdin and a team of doctors had been waiting for their arrival. “Having fun?” asked Dr Rhamsdin, as he noted all the dried cum stains on Superman’s suit and face. The delicious musky scent of superman’s dried filled the room. “We can’t possibly be conducting tests in your current state of filthiness. It’s good that I expected this. I have my two interns prepared to clean you up. Max and Jon, come get our subject cleaned. I want him scrupulously clean!” Two hunky lads clad only in red hot speedo emerged from the crowd, looking ready to get wet. They went up to Supernan’s side and guided him to the shower room. The shower room was made of clear transparent glass. Everyone stood around the shower room to watch the cleaning process. The interns slowly stripped Superman piece by piece until he was totally naked, revealing the full glory of his entire toned body. Every muscle and tendon were well defined… Read More »Milking the Stallion Part 8

Our Score Click to rate this post! [Total: 1 Average: 5]  Milking the Stallion   Part 7: The Submission   It was not a restful sleep. It was a sleep filled with many dreams – many vivid, lewd dreams. Dreams of Superman fucking a horde of willing men and women – Lana Lang, Lois Lane, Green Lantern, Robin, Wonder Woman, Flash, Batman, Jimmy, unknown people down the street. Men, women – it dosen’t matter. All it mattered was him cumming over and over, getting his nuts off. This was not the Superman of truth, justice and morality. This was a super man whore free from all responsibilities, honor and ethics.  Breaking out in cold sweats, Superman opened his eyes slowly. His vision was blurred for a moment, and slowly sharpened. He began to make out the figures in front of him … Sitting right in front was his arch nemesis,Lex Luthor who was watching Superman. There were a group of henchmen standing behind. Beside Lex, stood two curious looking men in a white lab coat. “Had a good sleep? We had been waiting patiently for you.” said Lex, finally breaking the silence. His tone hinted… Read More »Milking the Stallion Part 7

Our Score Click to rate this post! [Total: 2 Average: 5]  Milking the Stallion   Part 6. The Release   “Well, well, well, the indomitable Superman begging me?” taunted Lex Luthor as he walked into the room together with two bodyguards. Lex stopped momentarily, taking a deep breath. “Smell of a kryptonian in heat.” “Lex, please … my nuts are burning … Make me cum … Please …,” pleaded the Man of Steel breathlessly. He was hyperventilating. Lex Luthor was clearly enjoying every moment. The great and almighty Superman, begging Lex Luthor to masturbate him, he mused. “You mean you don’t mind me doing those “sick” experiments on your sperms?”asked Lex mockingly. The Man of Steel stared blankly and closed his eyes. Finally he shook his head in defeat.”No, I don’t care. Do what you want with them. Please just make me cum. I beg you, just make me cum …” Lex Luthor laughed. It was a power trip he truly enjoyed. Lex went up real close toward Superman, pulled his head forward and kissed Superman roughly. Superman did not resist. He let Luthor’s tongue invade freely into his mouth. It was a sign of… Read More »Milking the Stallion Part 6

Our Score Click to rate this post! [Total: 1 Average: 5]  Milking the Stallion   Part 5: The Breaking   He felt hands cupping his balls again. Squeezing deliberately. “Please … stop this,” pleaded Superman weakly, his head resting against pole at an uncomfortable angle. His eyes closed, trying to lock himself out of reality. He was breathing hard. His head was filled with his sweat dripping down. Six days had passed by. He had not cum yet. His cock had been painfully erect all these while. A definite death sentence to any normal human. This is, however, the mighty Superman. His heart still beating strongly despite the brutal assualts. The constant erection had not done any real physiological harm to his body …yet. However, the burning desire in his loin was growing stronger with every tick of the clock, and this desire was consuming him. Superman felt his crotch uncomfortably tight against the briefs. There was usually more room. He felt something heavy in his groin, unusually heavy. More precum oozed from the cock. This had been going on periodically as if to release some kind of pressure like an active volcano. It was… Read More »Milking the Stallion Part 5

Our Score Click to rate this post! [Total: 1 Average: 5]  Milking the Stallion   Part 4: Feeding the Balls   It had been an hour since Luthor left the room. There were guards outside the room. Superman looked around. He tried to concentrate his eyes on the chains, but it was of no use. The heat ray simply wouldn’t shoot out. He thought back to those times when he could kill Luthor. Back then, he believed it is wrong to take a life, no matter how bad the person is. How wrong was he to believe that! He should have eradicated this man when he could and save the world from all these troubles and himself too from this precarious situation. His thoughts were interrupted as he hear footsteps coming toward the door. Two henchmen walked in. One of them was holding a tray with two glasses of pinkish colored liquid like strawberry milkshake. Placing the other glass on the table, the henchman brought the first glass toward Superman. “Drink,” the henchman instructed, while bringing the glass to Superman’s mouth. Seemingly obedient, Superman opened his mouth and took a mouthful. The liquid tasted awful.… Read More »Milking the Stallion Part 4

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