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Superman flew down towards the abandoned warehouse. He had been tracking his arch enemy, THE BODY for several days and had finally managed to follow his trail here. It was an ominous place, at the waterfront. Superman had made a promise, that he would rid the city of THE BODY. Superman had fought and defeated THE BODY many times, and each time THE BODY vowed revenge. This last time, however, THE BODY had vowed that he would "Break the Man of Steel totally making Superman his slave for life!" the next time they met. Since their last battle, Superman had acknowledged that he was gay which made many people angry. The Man of Steel didn't care what people thought about his relationship. He was contented and fulfilled for the first time. He still used his super powers for good against the forces of THE BODY. The Man of Steel had finally come to terms with his sexual needs and his super powers and was not about to go back now. THE BODY spread havoc by manipulating his subjects through his hypnotic power. Superman flew into the warehouse and landed. It was dark, except for a circle of light in the center, almost inviting the Man of Steel towards it. When Superman stood in the center, the light reflected off of his bright costume making Superman almost glow. "Thank you for coming, Superman..." a voice said. "Where are you, BODY?" Superman asked. "Give yourself up, you know I'll defeat you in the end. I always do." "Oh no, not this time, SUPERQUEER. This time I will make you mine. Just as I promised." Said THE BODY. "What do you mean by that? What do you have planned?" asked the Man of Steel. In this bright light, Superman' massive muscles as well as his bulging crotch were more distinct that ever through the skin tight costume. The Man of Steel tensed all his muscles waiting for the confrontation with THE BODY. "You were just a man before, now you're GAY. You were Superman before, now you are a weak man. By giving in to your feelings you have proven that you can be beaten. YOU WILL BE MY GAY MAN, YOU WILL BE MY SUPERSTUD." "If you think I'm just going to give up to you, you've got another thing com......" Superman never saw it coming. The blow to the back of his head with the kryptonite was swift and furious, and as he fell to the cement floor, the last thing the Man of Steel remembered hearing was the laugh of THE BODY. Superman fell and light gave way to darkness. He lay in the middle of the warehouse...completely defenseless. As he lay there unconscious, four figures emerged from the shadows and stood over him. They were all tall, handsome men. Muscular, well toned. "Chain him up boys with the kryptonite chains. It's playtime." said THE BODY. We're going to have some fun before we totally break him." The four men slowly rolled Superman over so that he was lying on his back. Each one began to play through in their minds what they intended to do to this Man of Steel. One knelt down by Superman and slowly placed his hand over Superman's crotch and began to caress his bulge; he could even feel Superman's pulse through the thin fabric. "Not yet, Pablo. Soon. But not yet." said THE BODY. "Strap him into the containment device." The four men lifted Superman and moved his arms over his head. They then clicked the kryptonite wrist shackles around each of his wrists. Superman's head fell to his chest as they got him upright. Two of the men then took a hold of Superman's ankles and spread his legs apart until they were approximately two feet away from each other. The kryptonite ankle shackles were then secured and now Superman was totally helpless.....almost. "Pablo, see if our young friend has regained consciousness, will you?" ordered THE BODY. "Yes sir." Said Pablo. Pablo was a Latin god in his own right. He had well developed pecs, huge arms and thick legs. Also, he sported a 9 inch cut member. He walked up to Superman and grabbed a handful of hair at the top of Superman's head and pulled his head up. With his other hand he slapped the Man of Steel across his cheek. "Look at me when I'm talking to you Superman." said Pablo. "You will give me the respect I deserve." Superman didn't hear a word, he was still unconscious. Pablo let Superman's head fall back to his chest. "Not awake yet, huh? Too bad." Pablo then pressed his own sizable bulge against Superman's and put his arms around Superman, grabbing a hold of Superman's nice bubble butt. He ground his bulge into Superman's, and although Superman was unconscious, Pablo swore for a moment he felt a twinge in the cock of the unconscious captive. "Enough, Pablo. Phillip.....take a moment." ordered THE BODY. Pablo moved back and Phillip moved up coming directly behind Superman. Phillip was a professional bodybuilder. Extremely well defined and carrying an 8 1/2 cut cock between his legs. In the exact opposite of Pablo, Phillip pressed his own big package into Superman's butt and ground some. He put his arms around Superman and rubbed his hands into Superman's chest, pausing for some attention to Superman's nipples which he twisted furiously. Superman did not register anything. He was still unconscious. Phillip then moved a little lower and placed his hands around Superman's waist. He moved one arm and placed it between Superman's legs and cupped his hand over Superman's crotch. He slowly moved up and down over the big gift, and Phillip could then feel the Man of Steel's huge 9 1/2 inch cock through the fabric of Superman's briefs. He could feel the veins through his costume and, like Pablo, he felt a pulse as he caressed the Man of Steel. "Phillip, you've had your fun. Let Jeff have some now. Jeff, you know what to do." THE BODY seemed to let out a little laugh. Jeff was a large German who everyone wanted. He had drop dead looks and was as near to a sculpture as one could find. He moved up to Superman and again grabbed a handful of hair and lifted his head. He moved his own head near to Superman and slowly nibbled on Superman's earlobe. "We're going to break you, Superman. By the time we're done, you are going to be THE BODY's complete slave. You will worship him and do whatever he asks, when he asks it. You will make yourself available to him when he asks and you will live for no one else." He kissed Superman on the lips and said "When you wake, then we'll have our real fun." Jeff backed off and Ric approached. Ric said nothing, but went right to work. He slowly approached Superman and grabbed a hold of the top of Superman's costume. He pulled as quickly as he could and the force dragged Superman forward as far as the restraints would allow. His costume ripped and tore into several pieces and the tattered pieces fell to the floor. Ric took the remaining pieces away, and Superman now stood only in his skin tight briefs. Ric walked up to Superman and slid his hand down the front of the briefs and grabbed a hold of Superman's cock. He stroked it slowly. It definitely twitched in his hand and his hand came out sticky with precum; he licked Superman's precum from his fingers with relish. He now slid his hands into the side of Superman's briefs. He grabbed a hold of each side and tore again. Again, Superman was dragged forward as far as the restraints would allow. The briefs tore away and NOW Superman WAS COMPLETELY NAKED. Almost ten minutes later, Superman started to regain consciousness. One of the bodybuilders threw a bucket of icy water onto the Man of Steel. Superman's head tossed back and forth as he tried to clear the cobwebs. "Unnnnhhh...where am I? What happened?" asked the shivering Superman. "Don't try to move Superman. Your super powers and invulnerability are gone thanks to the kryptonite. You are as weak and powerless as a baby.." said THE BODY. "As for where you are, that is not your concern. As for what happened, I have captured you and am about to break you and make you mine......forever." "I don't think so. Where is my costume?" Superman struggled, but, try as he might, he wasn't going anywhere. His super muscles only flexed against the immovable chains. It was a valiant display by the Man of Steel, but a hopeless one. "Oh, I think so. However, before we break you, it is time for some more fun. You won't be needing your costume any more so my boys have graciously relieved you of it. In the end I will supply you with a new costume more fitting to the SuperQueeer. I see you are already wearing your famous kryptonite studded cock ring. It sure is a beauty, almost as beautiful as the cock it restrains. Don't deny that you are aroused, Superman. Your had cock already dripping precum betrays you." "Boys." Superman looked around and saw four very muscular men each naked, each stroking his very sizable cock, each flexing his biceps, and pecs in a show for the Man of Steel. Superman didn't like the looks of this apparent gang rape. He wished he had muscle stud with him; muscle stud had become his savior, rescuing him from the seedy world of sex and drugs providing him with the control he craved. These bodybuilders brought back all kinds of dark memories. From behind him, the floor began to move up and from above, his arms we're being pulled behind him. His body was pulled back and the floor met his back. The floor had become a semi circle so that his back was arched and his head was almost now upside down. His position left his cock as open to exploration as possible, almost at the top of the semicircle. "Well, men, here is your plaything. Remember, he is still mine and I have yet to totally dominate him. You may have your fun, but he is my property. And I won't have my property damaged....too much. Do what you will." Superman heard the eerie laughter of THE BODY as the four men approached him. Superman felt fear and again tried to escape by tensing his massive muscles but again he met with no success whatsoever. His only result was pain in every muscle and a sweat which began to coat his hard body. The smell of his own sweat filled his lungs as Superman lay completely helpless while THE BODY' S four henchmen approached. They were each naked and stroked their cocks and caressed their muscles in anticipation of what was about to happen. "Remember boys, you may have your fun, but Superman is mine, and I will have the ultimate pleasure with him." THE BODY laughed. Superman was restrained so that his back was arched and his head was now almost at the floor. His crotch was at the top of his bent backwards body, in a perfect position for these four men. Pablo approached Superman first. "We're going to begin your breaking." said Pablo. He moved so that he stood over Superman's upside down head and leaned forward. As he did this, Pablo's sizable package rubbed up against Superman's face. Pablo shoved a handful of powdered red and green kryptonite into Superman's nose and into his mouth. The Man of Steel inhaled and swallowed knowing it would reduce the Man of Steel into a blithering sex fiend. Pablo began to caress Superman's midsection with his hands. Superman tried to turn away but there was little he could do. "Do you like sausage, Superman?" he asked. "'Cause that's going to be your diet for a little while." Pablo tried to force his cock into Superman's mouth, but Superman wouldn't open his mouth. He could have taken it and then tried to hurt the man, but that would only bring more pain, and Superman wasn't in any position to be upsetting these men. However, it didn't mean he had to open his mouth and let them have their way. Superman refused to open his mouth, even as Pablo placed the tip of his cock against it. The Man of Steel could smell Pablo's maleness but refused to give in just yet. When Pablo realized Superman wasn't going to cooperate, Pablo began to roll his cock all over Superman's face. God, but the Man of Steel really did want that hot piece of meat, but he still wasn't ready to give. Resistance was hard but he had to try for awhile. "Don't want my cock, huh? That's fine, in a little while, you won't have a choice." Pablo turned his attention to Superman's prone body. "You may not want my cock, but I can't resist yours." With that, Pablo reached out and grabbed a hold of Superman's cock. He began to stroke it gently. Pablo leaned forward and rested against Superman's body, again so that his package was in Superman's face. The Latino began to kiss Superman's body, from his navel down to his waistline and then all the way to his cock. Pablo kissed the tip of Superman's 9 1/2 inch member, and then very deliberately licked The entire length of the shaft. Superman closed his eyes and bit his Upper lip. As Pablo was working on his cock, Phillip had moved to the opposite side and was working on Superman's testicles. Phillip was kissing and caressing his balls. He slowly licked them and took one inside his mouth, then the other one so both were in his mouth and swished them around. Superman's cock quickly became erect again dripping precum from its swollen head. Pablo then started going down on Superman. In and out, lapping at his slit with his tongue. Licking where the mushroom head and shaft came together, sucking the Man of Steel's precum. Superman's eyes remained closed as he tried to control himself, but it was to no avail. These men were bringing Superman to release and he knew it. He tried to think of other things, but the pleasure of the men between his legs was unbearable. Superman's breathing began to increase as he came closer to cumming. The men recognized this and worked even faster, trying to bring him to orgasm. Just as Superman was about to cum, the two suddenly stopped. Pablo started whacking Superman's cock into his hand and Phillip grabbed a hold of Superman's balls, not allowing them the release Superman craved. He had been that close, but had been denied release. Superman's body went limp, covered in a film of sweat. Just as the Man of Steel thought he was about to rest, the two started again. More voracious than the first time. Sucking and licking. Stroking and kissing. Superman's cock began to become erect again. He was close. The precum from the tip of the Super cock had become a steady drip now. Again, just as he was about to shoot, the two stopped and prevented it. It was exhausting. This continued with all four of the henchmen for more than an hour. Almost release, to be denied. Superman will was being slowly dismantled. He could no longer resist the men. They continued for several more minutes, and Superman was sweating profusely by the end of this sadistic game. He really was their plaything, at their will to do as they please, when they please. Pablo approached Superman again and shoved his dick in Superman's face. This time, having been weakened by the last hour and half, Superman opened his mouth almost without thought. He swallowed Pablo's huge cock and found himself sucking on the dick now in his mouth. Pablo's cock began to swell and pulsate after a few minutes, and just as Pablo was about to cum, he took it out and shot his load all over Superman's chest. Phillip, Jeff and Ric were next, as Superman found himself the recipient of both their huge cocks and their cum, all of whom shot it all over Superman's chest and face. After two hours, Superman was exhausted, having serviced these four men without ever having been allowed to shoot his own load. "Enough boys, you've had your fun." said THE BODY. The four men scooped their cum off of Superman shoving By the handful into the Man of Steel mouth. They then disappeared into the shadows. Superman was a disoriented. There is nothing more exhausting than wanting to cum, and being denied. This had happened to Superman over and over. The Man of Steel's cock and balls felt like they were about to explode; his massive muscles were pumped and suffering. Superman lay at the mercy of THE BODY who deliberately was stroking the Man of Steel's cock. Superman was totally unable to offer any resistance. He had just endured two hours of being brought to climax, only to be denied the final orgasms and ejaculations. It stripped away any will Superman had left. "Yes, you will now offer up something of yours to me as a gift, to show that you are accepting your new life." said THE BODY. He disappeared into the darkness and came back with a can. He moved next to Superman, who still remained bent over backwards, his sizable package thrust into the air. "And now, my beautiful slave, I will take what you offer. " THE BODY took the cap off the can and slowly sprayed what Superman realized was shaving cream into his crotch area, into the area just below his waist and into his armpits. He slowly rubbed the cream into Superman's pubic hairs and around his cock and over his balls squeezing the tender and swollen balls. He massaged the cream into Superman's deep armpits savoring the hardness of the muscles. The Man of Steel could not help but be further aroused These were the favorite spots for muscle stud on Superman's massively muscled body; these were the only places on the otherwise smooth Man of Steel where the muscle stud could nibble on and suck Superman's tiny hairs. THE BODY reached into his pocket and removed a razor. "Please realize, Superman, that it is required of all my slaves to give me a gift. The other four did as well, but I have to tell you, you have become my new favorite." The Man of Steel tensed, his massive muscles becoming rigid as THE BODY slowly grabbed a firm hold of Superman's cock; was the Man of Steel to lose his cock and balls as well as his pubic hair? THE BODY moved Superman's cock to the left, shaving the area to the right of Superman's cock. Superman could feel the hairs being cut from his body, which was a really odd feeling.. He wanted to fight back, but did not have the strength. The area directly above his cock was cut next, followed by the left side. Then THE BODY moved to each armpit in succession, leaving the Man of Steel smooth from neck to foot. In mere minutes, Superman was shaved clean, and broken all the more like Samson after Delilah cut his hair. THE BODY wiped the Man of Steel with a steaming hot towel removing any last traces of the cream or the shorn hair on Superman. THE BODY then moved some controls and Superman's arms were slowly pulled upward, followed by the rest of his body. Superman was now standing again, still in the arm and leg restraints, but standing just the same. His head fell to his chest. "I told you I would give you a gift, as well, and I always keep my promises, Superman. Now, I give you my gift. The release you have been craving for so long." THE BODY got on his knees in front of Superman and grabbed a hold of Superman's balls with one hand. With the other, he began to caress Superman's cock, until it began to stiffen. Once it began to become more erect, THE BODY began to kiss the head and lap at it with his tongue, giving it a bath it had never known. In contrast to the four henchmen who had quickly brought Superman to climax and then backed off, THE BODY was very deliberate in the worship of Superman's cock, bringing him more slowly to full erection. He took all of Superman's 9 1/2 inches into his mouth. When it appeared that Superman was close to cumming, THE BODY removed the cock from his mouth, and very methodically continued to stroke Superman's cock. Superman began to breathe more heavily. The man of Steel began to moan and groan out loud. "Yes, yes, Superman, I want you to cum. I want to be the one to make you cum. You will realize that only I can provide you with release. I can provide the relief you crave. Having found this out, you will know that I will completely own you, and you will be MINE!" The stroking intensified, and Superman's breathing quickened. "Unnnh.....unnnnh.......unnnnh," Superman was close as his moaning got louder and louder. "Yes, yes! Don't fight it Superman, let it out. YES!" Superman's hips were thrust forward and his head was thrown back as Superman's cock spewed forth more man juice than even THE BODY had thought there could be. He continued to stroke as Superman's cock shot a second and third time, again and again. THE BODY counted twenty full bursts of cum from the Man of Steel what surely would have filled a liter bottle. After it was over, Superman's head fell back to his chest. "Oh no, Superman, that's only the beginning. There is so much more. You will now become mine, forever." THE BODY laughed. Although almost unconscious, Superman let out a very slight, "Never." "Oh I think so. Look at me when I talk to you." THE BODY put his hand under Superman's chin and lifted his head. Under normal conditions, Superman knew not to do what he was just about to do. In his much weakened condition, Superman couldn't help himself. He looked into THE BODY' eyes. It was the last decision Superman made on his own......forever. "Yes, look at me when I'm talking to you, Superman. Look deep at me. Look deep into me eyes, and submit to my will." Superman began to feel different. He had a difficult time keeping his eyes open. The deep blue pools in THE BODY' eyes called to him. His head began to sway back and forth, and his eyes began to roll into the back of his head. All that Superman knew was slowly leaving him. "Yes, Superman, that's it. Don't resist." THE BODY had used his power over many people, but not until now on Superman. "Are you still with me, Superman? Can you hear me?" "Yes...." Superman said very softly. "I hear you." "Oh no, that will never do. You are my slave, now, you will address me as master." "Yes, master......." "That's better. I'm going to release you from the restraints now, Superman. However, you will not move. Is that understood?" asked THE BODY. "Yes, master......" THE BODY removed Superman from the restraints and Superman's arms fell to his side. Under normal conditions, this would have brought relief, but under the THE BODY's trance, Superman could not feel anything unless he was told. "This is the day I have longed for. Now, I finally have totally and completely subjected Superman to myself. You have finally acknowledged who is your master, and I will now take the final step to make you mine forever! You'd like that wouldn't you, Superman?" said the Dr. "Yes, master......" "And you will serve only me, correct?" asked THE BODY. "Serve only you, master......." Superman said. Superman stood motionless, as THE BODY slowly circled him. "I have my own personal sex slave, now. You are the most handsome, chiseled, powerless subject I have." A few moments ago, Superman felt only hate and disgust and for this madman. Now, he worshipped him, and only wanted to please him. Even though the feelings weren't real, it was the only reality Superman would ever know again. THE BODY disappeared into the shadows. Superman just stood there, totally naked, his muscular body waiting for THE BODY to come back to do with as he pleased. His crotch and armpits now shaved clean in a sign of his servitude, there was more humiliation to come. The Dr. returned shortly with a bag. "Place your hands behind you, Superman." said THE BODY. "Yes, master." answered Superman, and he did as he was told. When his wrists were behind him, THE BODY removed a rope from the bag and tied Superman's wrists together tightly. THE BODY took a moment to kiss each of Superman's nice bubble cheeks and then kissed up the middle of Superman's back. "Lay down for me now, won't you?" instructed the doctor. "Yes, master." Superman lay down on his back. THE BODY removed another rope and tied both of Superman's ankles together. The madman then moved to sit above Superman's head. As he moved to over Superman, he brushed his hand along the length of Superman's prone body. Over his legs, along the shaft of his cock, up his midsection. THE BODY now sat on his knees, Superman's head directly below him and his body laying away from him. "Now, you will satisfy me, Superman." directed THE BODY. THE BODY then kissed the center of Superman's chest, made some time for each nipple, which grew hard, and then kissed down his midsection, grinding his crotch into Superman's face. He paused and removed his tight fitting pants, revealing his own sizable cock. He turned around and straddled Superman's shoulder. "You're going to take all of my cock, now Superman, aren't you?" "Yes, master." Superman could answer no other way. THE BODY shoved his cock in Superman's mouth and the helpless stud-hero took the whole thing and gave the cock the sucking of it's life. After all, he lived only to please this man. After a short time, THE BODY was ready for release. "I'm going to cum, Superman, I'm going to cum. I want you to take my juice! Oh, oh......yes!" THE BODY' cock spewed forth a gusher of cum, and Superman took it all. He swallowed the whole thing. He wished he could have taken more, if this man had more to offer. After a few moments, THE BODY looked back behind him and noticed that Superman's cock had started to become erect again. "Ready for more? I am going to like having you around, Superman." THE BODY turned around and began to stroke Superman's cock until it gave up it's man milk one more time. When that was done, THE BODY went back to his bag and removed from it a leather cock cage, which he secured around Superman's cock and balls. "There, now your cock is locked up and only I can release it from it's cage. The way it should be, right Superman?" asked THE BODY. "Yes, master...." replied the hypnotized hero. After removing the ropes from Superman's ankles and wrists, THE BODY instructed Superman to sit up, and now Superman was on his knees. THE BODY went back to his bag, and removed a leather collar. He moved to behind Superman and reached forward, grabbing Superman's chin and pulling his head up and to the left. He placed the collar around Superman's neck and secured it in the back. It had a leather strap which lead from the back. It was symbolic, but it said so much. Superman was now THE BODY' pet.....for life. THE BODY patted the top of Superman's head and grabbed a hold of a hand full of hair. He pulled Superman's head straight back and deep kissed Superman. He let go of his head and pet him again. THE BODY stood behind the fallen hero, who now wore a leather collar and cock cage. His life as Superman was now over. THE BODY had taken control of the Man of Steel, taken control of him and taken away even his identity. It was total and complete domination of one man over another. "Oh yes, I am going to like this very much....very much indeed." said the Muscle stud and Superman almost in unison as the musclestud and The Man of Steel locked lips.. With apologies and thanks. REX April, 1998