Superman was brought back to life by the knee to his balls sending a ripping pain through his whole tortured body. The Man of Steel's chin was resting on his massive pecs staring down at his once perfect body. The once pink nipples on his proud pecs were purple and blistered; his rock hard abs were covered by welts that seemed to bee oozing a fluid. Superman's perfect cock was now bruised and distended, thought still rock hard with a continuous trickle of precum dripping from the now purple head. His balls screamed in pain and were swollen to the size of grapefruits. His entire body seemed covered by a green and white goo--kryptonite oil, cum, sweat and spittle. The Man of Steel's vulnerability had been destroyed by the green kryptonite and his super powers exterminated by the red and green kryptonite powder. Superman's ankles were strapped in the kryptonite cuffs and chained with kryptonite chains spead-eagled. His wrists too were strapped in the kryptonite cuffs directly to a kryptonite pipe just behind his head. The Man of Steel didn't even think he would be able to stand up under his own power if he hadn't been held upright being strapped to the pipe. But the Man of Steel tried out his strength anyway, flexing his giant biceps against the six inch pipe. Superman's mighty biceps flexed and grew but found complete resistance in the pipe. No super strength, no invulnerability. The Man of Steel was racked with pain forcing the most powerful man in the world to release his muscles and slump forward. When he realized he had been abandoned and was alone the Man of Steel began to sob. The Man of Steel knew that the unthinkable had happened: he had been stripped of everything and left to die a slow and painful death no longer the Man of Steel, no longer Superman, not even Super Queer. The final degradation had been accomplished by that muscle stud who had bested the Man of Steel in the hardest battle of his life. "STOP THAT WHIMPERING, SUPERMAN!" came a voice from behind him, kneeing the Man of Steel in the back which sent Superman reeling and screaming in pain. At least he hadn't been left alone to die thought the Man of Steel. He knew that he was in deep shit with no way out but to accept his punishment and any further degradation in store for him. "WHO ARE YOU? WHERE ARE YOU?" shouted the Man of Steel. "WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME?" Supermen screamed into the air in front of him. The muscle stud was suddenly in his face, eye to eye, nipple to nipple and even cock to cock. But how different the muscle stud looked from the Man of Steel. The muscle stud's body didn't have a mark or bruise on it; his body gleamed under the lights of the warehouse; to the Man of Steel it was like looking into a mirror--a before mirror--of what he used to look like. The muscle stud grabbed the Man of Steel's cock as though he were milking a cow or milking a Superman. When his body was covered with Superman's cum, the Muscle stud had discovered that by massaging it into his muscles they grew harder. He wanted to become the Man of Steel any way he could and there was something in Superman's fluid that might do that. Superman tried screaming at the muscle stud but the pain in his loins produced only a whimper from his lips. Superman had no idea how many times he had cum. The muscle stud continued beating on the Man of Steel's cock; but as The Man of Steel reached orgasm again with every muscle in his body throbbing and flexing there was no giant eruption, no colossal spurting, no massive explosion of super cum. The Man of Steel's once mighty orgasm was now only a pitiful dribble. "THAT WILL NOT DO SUPERMAN!" shouted the muscles tud. He slapped Superman hard across his face. If that's the best that the Man of Steel can do then you will no longer be the Man of Steel. The muscleman started punching the Man of Steel hard in his abs while kneeing him in the balls. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY" shrieked the Man of Steel spraying the muscle stud with saliva. Superman did not know how much more pain he could tolerate. With each battering the muscle stud was punching and kneeing harder and harder. And then it stopped. Superman stared at the Muscle stud in horror; in the muscle stud's right hand was a three inch wide leather strap with sharp-nail like studs. The muscle stud rubbed it nail side down roughly over each tit and the Man of Steel shrieked each time the strap crossed a nipple. The Man of Steel noticed that the muscle stud had drawn blood. It was just a drop at the tip of each nipple, "BLOOD," shrieked the man of Steel. His cock throbbed, his muscles tensed. SLAP, SLAP "SILENCE! SUPERFREAK" In a flash the muscle stud's lips were at the Man of Steel's nipples, biting where he too had seen Superman's blood. Superman's pain increased with every bite of the muscle stud's teeth, but no more blood was visible. The muscle stud picked up the leather strap again this time coating it with some of Superman's precum. Again and again the muscle stud raked the nails across Superman's nipples, this time ripping open the tips. Blood started to flow down Superman's chest and the Man of Steel stared in panic. Quickly the flow stopped and the nipples closed themselves up. The muscle stud returned to raking the nails across Superman's chest and now including his abs. Pricks of blood were appearing all over the Man of Steel's chest and abs, only to close almost at once. The muscle stud turned and threw a bucket of icy water on the Man of Steel over his screams of pain, shouting "I WILL BE BACK TO FINISH YOU OFF" Superman's panic retreated as he watched his body heal itself. The man of Steel was still racked with unimaginable pain. His cock and balls were now screaming for release but there was no longer any enjoyment in this kind of torture. The muscle stud returned and began to carefully clean dry the Man of Steel's body, his pecs, his abs, cock and balls and his mighty legs. Slowly he reached for a bottle at his feet taunting Superman with the bottle. "GREEN KRYPTONITE OIL, SUPES, JUST FOR YOU." Horror once again filled the Man of Steel's eyes for he know how much damage it could do. Superman's skin felt icy cold while his blood ran hot. His skin prickled, his nipples went erect, his muscles taut and his super cock started to stir. He tried to tear his arms away from the pipe behind his head only being able to flail in place. Shrieking and spitting into the face of the muscle stud he would not give up. The muscle stud began at Superman's neck and covered every inch of the Man of Steel's still proud body with the kryptonite oil: Superman's powerful pecs, his rock hard abs, his sweaty pits, and massive shoulders, his flaring back, his gigantic biceps, forearms and fingers; his massive legs, calves, ankles and toes. Finally, the muscle stud caressed the Man of Steel's ass, reaching into his crack with four fingers. And then the muscle stud with the last bit of kryptonite oil coated Superman's massive cock and balls, now obscenely swollen. In spite of himself the Man of Steel felt a surge in his loins; the Man of Steel tightened and flexed every muscle in his body and was able to stop the surge. The Man of Steel discovered that by flexing his muscles to that extreme he had also increased the flow of his blood; the kryptonite oil was being absorbed directly into his blood stream and carried all through his body. With a giant heave, the man of Steel went limp causing the muscle stud to start hammering away at him again. The Man of Steel was quickly reaching his limit of tolerance. Now the muscle stud picked up the two giant claws and slipped his hands into them. The Man of Steel could see the razor sharp points of the claws shining green. The muscle stud had coated the claws in kryptonite and was about to use them on the Man of Steel's kryptonite covered body. Superman shrieked once more as the muscle stud drew the claws down his chest. The skin was being torn across the Man of Steel's pecs. Across the Man of Steel's abs, the muscle stud drew the claws following in Superman's own ridges. Each ridge on Superman's abs was being sliced open. Down the Man of Steel's legs the muscle stud drew the claws leaving trails of open bleeding cuts. The muscle stud grabbed each of the Man of Steel's biceps with both clawed hands running them down to Superman's wrists again opening long cuts dripping blood. Superman stared at his body with horror and found he was able to make no sound. The Man of Steel was bleeding from every part of his body and none of the cuts was closing. His life force was flowing out of his body. HE WAS DYING. IT WAS ALMOST OVER. THE END WAS NEAR. With a bellow of "I AM DESTROYING YOU SUPERMAN" the Muscle stud came at the Man of Steel with a butcher knife. Placing the handle of the knife in his own belly button, the Muscle stud grabbed Superman in a giant bear hug, driving the tip of the knife right through the Man of Steel. Superman was brought back to life by the knee to his balls sending a ripping pain through his whole tortured body. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs the Man of Steel looked down at his near perfect body. A nightmare. . With thanks and apologies. REX April, 1998
