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Superman was still wearing the kryptonite wristbands and ankle cuffs that the musclemen had put on him not to mention the cockring studded with kryptonite. They had removed the chains but left him lying in the deserted warehouse covered in dried sweat and cum. The Man of Steel slowly stood up trying to clear his head. His muscles were so sore that standing was difficult and raising his arms an effort. The pain from his asshole and his groin brought tears to his eyes. When he saw his reflection in the darkened window, it stopped him still. His hair was matted, his cock and balls swollen, his nipples blistered and his entire body covered with dried scum. And he was naked. He looked for his super costume remembering with a shudder how it had been ripped off his body. He found it in a small pile; it was all in shreds except for his briefs. He slipped on the skin tight briefs trying with little success to stuff his swollen cock and balls in. He did not even realize the tip of his cock was sticking out of the top and one his balls protruding from the crotch.. He picked up the rags that were once his super costume and started out the door. Outside there was a cool wind blowing and a steady rain falling. The Man of Steel, his head drooping, walked through the rain and let it wash his body clean. He walked to the end of the pier and sat on the edge with his legs dangling over. Raising his mouth to the sky he drank in the rain quenching his super thirst. This was truly a humiliation. His head cleared and he realized that at least the injuries to his body were being healed by the cleansing rain; the welts are redness were disappearing and the soreness dissipating. Apparently his regeneration was separate from both his vulnerability and his powers. He still had to figure a way to remove the cuffs and bands so that his super powers and invulnerability would be restored. He night be strong and powerful but without his invulnerability and super powers he was no more than a muscled body. That had been proven all to well recently. He wouldn't let himself think about what the alternative. A slap on his naked back brought the Man of Steel out of his reverie. Two strong hands were hoisting him to his feet and dragging him back down the pier and back into the warehouse. His feet and ass were dragging and bouncing along the ground while the arm around his throat made breathing difficult. "They told me you'd be here. Are you really Superman?" the muscle stud asked the Man of Steel tossing Superman onto the cold cement floor again. His body crashed into the cement almost knocking him out again. "I sure am and I dare you to prove otherwise", retorted the man of steel. "You're about to have the bout of your life, Superman," shouted the muscle stud. The muscle stud shoved his hand into Superman's face forcing him to again snort and swallow the hideous red and green kryptonite mixture. Almost immediately the Man of Steel began to feel its effects-draining his strength and increasing his sexual urges. As the muscle stud began to remove his shirt, Superman lay motionless, watching. With his shirt removed the muscle stud revealed the most well-developed upper body that the Man of Steel had ever beheld! And, he thought, I'm in WAY over my head!! As the muscle stud bent down to pull off boots and socks, the Man of Steel marveled at the rippling effect it produced on his soon-to-be opponent's arms. The young stallion stood facing the Man of Steel, calling up his best macho, bad ass demeanor. Rarely did the Man of Steel have a chance to test his body's stamina, and measure his strength against an opponent. Nowhere else did he feel more alive, more connected than in a Sweaty struggle for supremacy. But it was the last three words "if you dare" that had got the Muscle stud's juices flowing. It was an arrogant challenge, and it excited the muscle stud to think how great it would feel to degrade and destroy the Man of Steel all alone. "I can hold my own in a one-on-one fight like any guy," said the hot stud. Shit, one on one, I can take this Superman." The Man of Steel started to let his hand roam over his , well-defined body. He began to pump up his arms so he could feel the reassurance of his HUGE arms and rock hard biceps. He flexed and unflexed his rock-hard abs, he tensed his legs, watching the muscles of his thighs harden into steel girders. The girding of his loins produced a renewed stimulation in his crotch. The more he thought about the impending fight, the more aroused he got. The muscle stud had stripped of his clothes and started throwing poses at the Man of Steel. He flexed each muscle group pumping himself up. His skin was deeply tanned but while the Man of Steel was hairless the muscle stud was covered in a blond stubble. He then threw the deadbolt shut and dropped the bag he was carrying down beside the mat. The Man of Steel spoke first: "I'm ready right now. What's it to be? What are your rules? I'll fight you on any terms you set." "I challenge you to a wrestling match. No-holds-barred. Anything goes. One fall to submission. The loser belongs to the winner for the rest of the night." "YES!" was Superman's immediate reply. Instantly the muscle stud followed with "Oiled." "SURE!" was Superman's equally enthusiastic response. Nothing more was said. Each gladiator was staring at the other's superbly muscled body and beautifully shaped, fully erect, throbbing cock! And they both stood and stared at the masculine splendor of the other, a smile forming which acknowledged how much both wanted what was about to occur. The muscle stud reached into his bag and brought out the bottle of oil. "First we have to oil each other down," he said to the Man of Steel. The muscle stud squeezed the oil onto the Man of Steel and began massaging it into his muscles; first his massive back and then on his sculpted chest stopping to give his nipples a quick squeeze. Down to his groin coating his super cock and balls and tugging at the kryptonite studded cock strap and ball stretcher the Man of Steel was wearing. Reaching around the muscle stud smoothed the oil onto Superman's buttox sneaking a finger into his crack. Finally finishing down the Man of Steel's enormous legs. The muscle stud then turned to oiling himself from neck to foot While the Man of Steel could only stand and glare. Something was happening to the Man of Steel. His skin was getting hot and began glowing; his muscles started tensing and the blood surging through his veins. His head started to spin. The Man of Steel let out an enormous shriek. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" The muscle stud stared Superman down with, "The oil I just covered Your body with is a mixture of green kryptonite and baby oil, Supes. Are you starting to feel a little week now? The guys at the gym told me that you needed a lot more discipline. I AM GOING TO HUMILIATE YOU, DEBASE YOU. HUMBLE YOU AND SHAME YOU" The Man of Steel hadn't expected this. With the powdered red and green he and sniffed and swallowed, the bands on his wrists and ankles, not to mention the cock ring he was expecting to be able to have a normal fight. The kryptonite in the cock ring only worked on his cock and balls allowing for stimulation and release. The powder intensified it all. But this kryptonite oil was all over his body entering his skin through every pore. The more he exerted the more it would cause him pain. Holy shit! He's going to DESTROY me!! And then the muscle stud lunged at the Man of steel, grabbing him in a bear hug. His muscular arms tightened against Superman's torso and Superman winced at the pain being inflicted. For the muscle stud was even stronger that his appearance revealed, and the tighter the bear hug was applied the more Superman knew he'd better find a way out and soon. For not only was the air being squeezed from his lungs, but his cock was beginning to release precum from the sexual excitement of their position. Superman slammed both his upper arms against the muscle stud's ears. And repeated the blow. And again to no apparent effect. He then locked his fingers and began to push hard against the muscle stud's chin, forcing his head back. And still the bear hug was constricting him ever tighter. Finally in a desperate move, he grasped his finders around the muscle stud's throat and began choking with all the strength his arms could muster He could see the muscle stud's face begin to flush and so he squeezed his choke with increased ferocity. It was the muscle stud's turn to experience the pain Superman was Capable of inflicting. And suddenly the bear hug was released as the muscle stud grasped for Superman's fingers to pull them off his throat. The muscle stud seized the moment and pounded the Man of Steel in the gut for all he was worth. the Man of Steel doubled over. Superman grabbed a side headlock and pulled the muscle stud to the mat in one continuous motion. the muscle stud now lay on his back, trapped in Superman's headlock. Superman lay flat on his stomach beside him, tightening their heads together more firmly. The muscle stud reached the fingers of his right hand between their bodies to apply pressure to the Man of Steel's windpipe. Deeper into the Superman's Adam's apple the muscle stud's fingers went. Willing himself not to pass out, the Man of Steel pounded his fist into the muscle stud. The muscle stud countered by pounding his fists into Superman's exposed kidney. The pain was momentarily sharp and caused Superman to flinch. the Muscle stud followed with repeated blows to Superman's kidney and caused Superman to release his hold and roll quickly to his right. The muscle stud caught his breath and made a lunge for Superman's prone body. He landed on top of him and quickly grapevined his legs around Superman's. The front of both men's bodies now met in forced proximity. Chest to chest, nipple to nipple, hard cock to hard cock! This brutal bout was exciting both men in equal proportion, but there'd be time enough later for the victor to enjoy the spoils of war. If Superman liked choking so much, thought the muscle stud, let's see how he'll Like this. He leaned up just enough to drive his left elbow into Superman's throat and at the same time belted Superman's exposed left side. And again. And again. And again. Superman was near to passing out from the combination of the muscle stud's elbow cutting off his air and the pain of the body blows to his abdomen. With just enough distance separating their bodies, the muscle stud thrust his left hand down and grabbed the Man of Steel's balls and gave a mighty squeeze. The pain was so great and unexpected that Superman released the muscle stud; the muscle stud began to use his left hand to grasp hold of Superman's nuts, squeezing them all the harder. The only alternative seemed to be fighting fire with fire. The Man of Steel reached for the muscle stud's groin, found what he frantically searched for, and began to squeeze the muscle stud's nuts with as much force as was being inflicted on his own. And so began a ball-squeezing contest. No-holds-barred, anything Goes rassling at its best! An observer would have wondered at the pain threshold of these two animals. And the pain each applied to the other was enormous. But neither stopped and neither would concede and so the traded torture went on. One minute became two, two became three. The pain was almost beyond endurance. Almost, but not quite. Until they each realized that in ball-crushing they'd each met their equal. So closely attuned had their bodies become that without words, both ceased this brutal maneuver at the same time. Superman remained on his back, the muscle stud atop him. Gasping for air gradually diminished and soon they were breathing normally, but the contact of their pricks kept the hard-ons as firm as ever. As they now looked into each other's eyes both knew two things: they both liked the brutality of their contest more than they'd have ever imagined before; and each had met his equal. It might turn out to be a very long contest. Their arousals had become so great in one enormous release their cocks began to shoot, their cum bursting forth like water under pressure suddenly released from its nozzle. As the most recent pain finally was past, the muscle stud regained his tight double leg grapevine on Superman. And so the fight resumed. The erotic quality was so mutually exciting that their cocks demanded a piece of the action as well. Though lubricated with sweat and oil , the cock of each was becoming raw from the fierce rubbing against its counterpart. Neither the muscle stud nor Superman was now certain whether their labored breathing was due to the pain or the erotic stimulation of their fighting cocks. And neither cared which it was. Both were enjoying their shared agony so much, neither was willing to stop. Until it became apparent that if this went on for even one more minute, one or the other was going to shoot his wad, and which ever lost it first would become so weakened as to surely lose the match to the other. And so by common, unspoken agreement, both suddenly stopped the action. But this time the muscle stud rolled off Superman, and they lay gasping for air side by side. Both came up to their knees and momentarily stared once more at their opponent's sweat-dripping, glistening body. And once more the battle resumed. Each grabbed for a headlock, both secured one, and began a determined effort to pull the other over backwards. Their arms tightened their headlocks so that the cheekbones of each ground into the other. the muscle stud's slight height advantage seemed it might shape the outcome of this current struggle. But Superman acted quickly and his right fist found the muscle stud's left kidney with a sudden, brutal blow. Down went the muscle stud with Superman finally on top of him. And it was Superman's turn to secure the leg grapevine. With legs only slightly shorter than the muscle stud's, Superman's thighs possessed a strength sufficient to keep the muscle stud from freeing his legs from entrapment. As their cocks were once again forced into tight combat, Superman sensed he needed to go for broke now, pull out all the stops to achieve victory, or face defeat by losing his loads and with it all the strength he had. And so as held his left arm behind the muscle stud's head, his left hand began to yank on the muscle stud's hair once more while his right fist was thrust into the muscle stud's windpipe. From his position underneath Superman, the muscle stud's left hand's fingers came up to dig into Superman's windpipe while his right fist delivered blow after blow into Superman's exposed left side. It was now unrelenting punishment. Neither was saving himself for a next round. It was victory or defeat. The pulling and digging and hitting was non-stop, furious, brutal. They began to mix-n-match their tactics. Superman stopped choking the muscle stud and began to use his free fist to pummel the muscle stud's side. the muscle stud let lose of the headlock and simply yanked down on Superman's hair. And soon the holds and tortures were being swapped every few seconds. It was a more frenzied mutual beating than each could have believed he was capable of taking, or giving! But tonight's victory went to the man who could keep from cuming first. As they circled one another the erotic overtones had made their respective organs so hard they, too, stood and faced each other. The muscle stud rushed Superman and grabbed him in a side headlock. The Man of Steel immediately felt the awesome power of the Muscle stud's arms, twisting and tightening his head into a vice-like grip. the muscle stud made no attempt to take Superman to the ground, but continued to work his headlock, keeping Superman bent over at the waist. Superman's arms flailed, trying to grab at something, any part of the muscle stud's body. Finally, after minutes of this torture, Superman's left hand found the muscle stud's balls, and he squeezed them with just enough pressure to feel the muscle stud's hold weaken. Quickly freeing his head but keeping hold of the muscle stud's nuts, he tripped the muscle stud and drove him to the floor, wrapping his legs around the muscle stud's chest as they went down. Now it was the muscle stud's turn to experience the pain of Superman's powerful scissors. And Superman squeezed his legs together with all the strength he could employ. It's effect showed in the pained expression he could see on the Muscle stud's face. the muscle stud tried frantically to pull Superman's feet apart, but to no effect. Superman's grin of satisfaction told it all: his wrenching scissors on the muscle stud's torso was having its effect of pain and more pain! It was after several minutes of failure to break Superman's scissors that the muscle stud finally decided it was time for him to get dirty. He grabbed Superman's balls in a grip far greater than Superman had grabbed the muscle stud's. The suddenness and severity of the move startled Superman, and the muscle stud freed his body from Superman's gripping legs. Both rolled apart and quickly stood, rushed each other, and grabbed at bear hugs. As their arms interlaced, and both began to squeeze, Superman quickly saw he was going to lose in this contest. Letting go of his bear hug on the muscle stud, but with one arm still trapped between their bodies, Superman reached up and yanked on the muscle stud's nipple. The muscle stud tightened his bear hug on Superman, so strongly that he thought he heard Superman whimper. So he tightened it more! For a split second the muscle stud loosened His bear hug in an effort to retighten it and thus add to Superman's pain. But in that split second, Superman pulled his trapped-arm free and now used both hands to twist at the muscle stud's nipples. And so commenced a battle of pain. The harder Superman yanked at the muscle stud's nipples, the harder the muscle stud tightened his bear hug. As the muscle stud's arms and Superman's hands punished their opponent, their identical height was driving their crotches into a frenzied groin match. They began to drive their hips more forcefully into each other, while inflicting more pain higher up. Two minutes. Three. Four! FIVE MINUTES this contest raged on. They could see each other's face throughout this ordeal, and both wore an expression of pain mixed with erotic pleasure. Neither would give up and both knew why. Neither the bear hug nor the tit-pulling would determine victory. IT HAD BECOME A COCK FIGHT! As each ground his hardened meat into the other, the pleasure-cum-pain reached unimaginable heights. Harder and harder their pulsating manhoods fought. "Okay, if that's the way you see it. My price is this: we wrestle a second round, then a third, a fourth. We keep wrestling, trying every hold, every punishment we can think of to see WHO CAN CUM THE MOST TIMES! And that will determine the final champ. That's my price." Soon Superman and the muscle stud were hard at it again. In the next round it was the muscle stud's arms of steel that early secured a full nelson on Superman, and Superman's chin was forced against his chest so painfully that tears of pain (and pleasure) began to well up in his eyes. the muscle stud knew Superman's neck was not going to break, and now that he knew how much Superman got off on the pain, his arms increased the force of the hold, tighter and yet tighter still! Superman's attempts to trip the muscle stud only resulted in them both heading To the floor with the muscle stud firmly atop his gorgeous adversary. The resultant position saw the muscle stud's erection nestled comfortably In Superman's ass cheeks. So as the pain of the full nelson combined With the muscle stud's increasing humping of Superman, Superman's own hard-on was being driven into the floor. Superman was no weakling, but struggle as he might he could not break the muscle stud's hold. Yet he wouldn't, couldn't give in. Five minutes, TEN MINUTES! The muscle stud wondered that Superman's threshold of pain was so high. Basic humanity momentarily led the muscle stud to consider releasing Superman without Superman's cry of concession. But the muscle stud knew as well that Superman's pride would not have it resolve in that way. Nearing thirty minuets it finally came. Superman BEGAN SHOOTING CUM ALL OVER the muscle stud's COCK AND BALLS AND THE MUSCLESTUD WAS SHOOTING CUM ALL OVER Superman's. "I GIVE! I GIVE! YOU WIN!!" Superman cried. And with those few words, the muscle stud instantly released Superman. Superman rolled over and in great pain pulled himself up. "WE'RE NOT FINISHED YET SUPERMAN!!" shouted the muscle stud. As they now lay naked and exhausted facing one another, words were not needed to express their mutual, lustful admiration of each opponent's physique and strength. For both Superman and the musclestud sported fully-erect cocks that stood out parallel to the earth. Before combat began again, Superman and the muscle stud embraced, Let their hands wander up and down each other's torso, gently squeezed each other's firm butt, tenderly gripped the cock of the other to express gratitude they'd met today. And then each stood back. Superman made the first move and swiftly clamped a bear hug on the muscle stud's chest. As his muscles flexed and his grip tightened, the muscle stud felt light-headed as the air was being driven from his lungs. He countered by crushing Superman's head between his powerful upper arms, jerking his arms together repeatedly until Superman released the bear hug. Seizing the moment, the muscle stud forced Superman off balance, came around to his back, and secured a full-nelson. As Superman felt the agony oof his chin being forced down to his chest, he knew he'd found a powerful opponent in the muscle stud. Maybe TOO powerful in his weakened condition. Again the thought flew through the Man of Steel's mind-what if he stayed like This? For struggle as hard as he could, Superman could not pull his arms down to break the nelson. the muscle stud continued the pain on Superman's shoulders and neck and, to add insult to injury, kicked Superman's legs apart, sending them both to the ground, Superman still in the nelson and the muscle stud lying atop Superman's prone body, his cock throbbing on Superman's = ass! the muscle stud tightened his legs around Superman's and began to thrust his groin more passionately in the erotic hold he'd secured. The more Superman squirmed to escape, the more sexual the combat became for them both! The supple muscles of their legs rubbing fiercely against each other while the muscle stud's cock furiously rode back and forth against Superman's ass finally sent a shudder through the muscle stud's body. the muscle stud WAS SHOOTING CUM ALL OVER Superman's BACK!!! As the muscle stud's strength waned, Superman quickly broke the Nelson and rolled the muscle stud off him. With lightning speed, Superman grapevined the muscle stud's legs, wrapped his left arm around the muscle stud's neck in a ferocious headlock, grabbed the muscle stud's hair with his right hand and began to yank on it with all his strength. With what little energy was still in him, the muscle stud fought back. He grabbed Superman's hair in one hand and began to pound Superman's side with the other. As their mutual punishment intensified, Superman's pelvic movement increased to fever pitch! Applying as much pain to the muscle stud as he could, and enduring as much torture as the muscle stud could inflict, Superman's moment arrived in a sudden burst! Superman BEGAN SHOOTING CUM ALL OVER the muscle stud's COCK AND BALLS!!! For the next six hours these two competitive studs had at each other. The ferocity of the punishment each exerted on his adversary was matched by the erotic joy each felt in the combat. Superman had applied a head scissors on the muscle stud at one point, his thighs alternately tightening and loosening the pressure across the muscle stud's throat. As Superman looked into the muscle stud's face he saw an expression that made sense to them both: the muscle stud's face exhibited the simultaneous agony and ecstasy of what was happening to him. Late in the combat both had found enjoyment in being tied up together in a mutually painful hold, one hand being used to administer the punishment of choice to his opponent while the other stroked the firm cock of his adversary. This newly discovered technique didn't seem to be determining who the champion would be, but it sure as hell felt great!! Both Superman and the muscle stud had cum three times in over two hours of their struggle. Both were bone weary in every sense of the expression. But finally it was Superman who had managed one last time to double grapevine the muscle stud's legs while each had a grinding headlock on the other. Superman had the advantage riding atop the muscle stud, and though both had raging hardons, it was obvious neither would weaken by cuming. Superman had held the muscle stud in this state going on ten minutes. And finally, it was the Man of Steel who cried out. "ALRIGHT. I CONCEDE!! YOU'RE THE CHAMPION, I GIVE, YOU WIN!! Superman's arousal became so great after the furious, non-stop Fighting that in one enormous release his cock began to shoot, his cum Bursting forth like water under pressure suddenly released from its nozzle. His strength suddenly, predictably flowed from his body. And as the Muscle stud had outlasted Superman and continued battering him, He asked only once, "Do you give?" "YES!" cried out Superman. He continued to thrust his throbbing cock against Superman's now placid one until he brought himself the sweet pleasure of a cum-shooting orgasm. It took mere seconds for the Superman to climax once again and he began to cum and cum and cum, soaking their groins, running down both their legs. As the Man of Steel's hold on the muscle stud quickly weakened, The muscle stud easily pushed the Man of Steel to the ground, landed on top of him, released the Man of Steel's tits , and quickly found Superman's balls once more. Now it was the muscle stud's turn to shoot his rock's off!! "I guess I won, Superman," the muscle stud finally screamed. "I didn't hear you cry 'Uncle', the muscle stud shouted. "You won, I lost. You can claim your victory price. I'm yours to do with as you wish." replied the Man of Steel. Could he sink any lower? Could he be any more humiliated any more? No longer feeling at all like the man of steel, or like a superman, all that went through his mind now was what is to become of me.... With appreciation and Thanks REX April, 1998