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The Man of Steel approached the storefront somewhat apprehensively, but excited nonetheless. His body tingled in expectation, his nipples were erect and his cock was semi-hard. He was told by the muscle stud when and where he was going to exact payment from the Man of Steel for being victorious over Superman in the marathon wrestling match. The Man of Steel was met at the door by a tall man dressed only in tight jeans. His chest was clean shaven His penis and balls were clearly visible down his left leg. The man of Steel don't know if it was the size or the way they strained against the jeans, but Superman's eyes were glued to the bulge. The overall effect was definitely highly erotic and the Man of Steel's penis swelled in response straining against the thin fabric of his super costume. Many pairs of hands grabbed hold of the Man of Steel at once catching him off guard. Kryptonite cuffs were clamped on his wrists and ankles and a kryptonite collar around his neck. The collar was a new addition to his humiliation which made he feel like he was being strangled. The Man of Steel dropped to his knees from the sudden pain and loss of his super powers and invulnerability. Now the Man of Steel waited for the hand in his face containing the red and green kryptonite powder. He had become a trained dog, a slave to his obsessions the ultimate in humiliation and degradation. There was the hand commanding the Man of Steel to snort and swallow; Superman no longer even pretended to resist; he craved the powder because it allowed him to experience everything. He could feel the powder rushing through his system as his muscles started flexing and unflexing. The Man of Steel was pulled to his feet and dragged down a metal stairway into a large room with a strange table in its middle. There was an overpowering odor of man sweat in the room and the Man of Steel was aroused again. Superman was commanded to strip and he recognized the voice of the muscle stud. The Man of Steel know he had no choice but to obey Superman quickly removed his skin-tight costume dropping each piece on the floor.. The Man of Steel stood in the middle of the room stark naked, his muscles pumped and his cock extended to its full 12 inches. The kryptonite around his ankles, wrists, neck and cock was all taking its toll on the Man of Steel. Gone were the invulnerability and super strength that only recently had returned. The powdered kryptonite was pumped through his bloodstream engorging all his muscles and further stimulating his swollen cock. "FLEX Superman" screamed a voice and the Man of Steel tensed his enormous muscles driving more kryptonite-laden blood into his muscles. "HOLD THAT POSE Superman", another voice screamed, "If you drop it there will a price to pay." Harder and harder the Man of Steel pumped his muscles, straining every fiber to remain flexed. The harder Superman flexed the greater the pain; every muscle in his body was on fire from the superhuman exertion and the kryptonite being driven in.. Sweat was pouring from the Man of Steel's body like a waterfall, creating a puddle at his feet. It started in his fingers and toes as a quiver; next his massive calves and forearms began to shiver; next it was his giant biceps and thighs that trembled; his slabs of pecs were pulsing against his thin skin. A massive shudder then went through the Man of Steel's body and he collapsed into the puddle on the cement in a convulsing heap. "THAT DOES IT SUPERMAN. YOU WERE WARNED SUPERWIMP. NOW THE FUN BEGINS SEMENMAN". What have I gotten myself into this time, thought the Man of Steel: how will I ever survive this torture. The agony the Man of Steel already felt was worse than anything he had experienced so far. The Man of Steel tried to pull himself into a defensive ball but before he had a chance to protect himself he was being kicked and punched. Then the Mad of Steel was pulled to his feet and dragged across the room. There was a large hole in the center of the table that he was being dragged to and Superman instinctively knew that he was soon to be on it. There were two pairs of chains at each end, if the Man of Steel guessed correctly, his arms and legs would be secured to the table with his ass or genitals poking through the table. But it was the table itself that frightened the Man of Steel the most. He had never been frightened before of anything let alone a table. This fright brought his super manhood to life once more bringing a cheer from the room. The Man of Steel was chained securely to the table with the kryptonite chains (it was hi ass that went through the hole). Superman felt both icy cold and fiery hot against his skin; he felt all of his remaining strength draining away. "THIS TABLE IS COVERED IN KRYPTONITE," shrieked the Man of Steel. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? WHY DON'T YOU JUST KILL ME?" A blindfold was roughly placed around Superman's eyes and a ball-gag placed in his mouth but not before the Man of Steel let out one more ear shattering shriek, "LET ME GO!" The Man of Steel was tightly bound and his arms and legs began to ache. His breathing became labored, each breath became an effort. The Man of Steel wondered what he had gotten himself into and if he would be able to extricate himself and even survive. There were no sounds, only the lingering odor of sweat from unseen men, mustiness from this windowless room and yes the sweet smell of sex. The atmosphere was obviously affecting the Man of Steel as he felt his cock and balls swell and extend. The blindfold was pulled from his eyes and Superman was staring into the crotches of three men standing at the table around his head. They were naked and sweaty and each had a raging erection. . As Superman's gaze moved from one cock to the next he felt inadequate. Inadequate was another feeling the Man of Steel had never experienced. They were huge and their cocks were inches from his face and the Man of Steel could smell and almost taste them. The Man of Steel knew that it was this continual degradation and humiliation was turning him on; but it was the beauty of these muscles and cocks that was driving him wild. Someone started scratching Superman's nipples! he could feel them get rawer by the second; they were being painfully scratched not pinched. Continuously scratched. The hard cocks came closer and closer to Superman's face. Soon one rested on his lips and he could not resist using his tongue. SLAP against his face and a whip across his chest. "You are ours for the night, Superman, body, soul and mind but you are not yet ready. You need more preparation." This was said with another slap to his face and a thrash across his chest which now stung. The man of Steel's nipples were still being scratched and Superman could see that they were very red and hurt like Hell. Red welts began to appear across Superman's chest left behind by the whip. One hand reached for the super cock and started stroking it verrrrrry slowly up and down, another was playing with his balls first one then the other. Squeezing them harder and harder pinching them so hard that the Man of Steel forgot about his nipples. The third man showed Superman a three inch wide leather strap with sharp-nail like studs. He rubbed it nail side down roughly over each tit and the Man of Steel shrieked and noticed that he had drawn blood. It was just a drop at the tip of each nipple, "BLOOD," shirked the man of Steel. Was this his nightmare come to life? His cock throbbed. SLAP SLAP "SILENCE! SUPERFREAK" The Man of Steel's balls were pulled down from my pulsing shaft, straining against the thin wall of his scrotum, open to whatever torture they were planning. A pair of mean looking alligator clips were snapped into place on Superman's sore tits, a chain holding them together. The table was turned over with Superman's full weight being supported by just the straps. Weights was attached to the chain connecting the nipple clips and others to the kryptonite studded cock ring around the ball sack. Superman cried out from the excruciating pain once more; but still he felt his cock grow hard. The Man of Steel did not know how long he was left hanging like this. The lack of vision was totally disorienting to the Man of Steel. Still, this new experience was turning him into a crazed animal. The weights were ripped from the Man of Steel's balls and tits. The nipple clamps were pulled off roughly. His nipples and balls ached and throbbed but the Man of Steel was approaching ecstasy. The Man of Steel felt two hands, one on his balls and one on his cock. He was being stroked and squeezed. The hand stroking the prick was moving up and down the shaft slowly but deliberately, . The pressure on Superman's balls from his hand, from the studded shaft and from being hard for so long was unbearably glorious. His hand moved faster and faster on the Man of Steel's cock.... new hands were playing with his nipples, my ass cheeks were being rubbed with oily fingers. "NO NOT THE KRYPTONITE OILl," shrieked the Man of Steel. But it was too late; there were no conditions or restrictions for this night. Even death was a real possibility. Superman approached a climax in gratitude, finally all the sexual tension would be released from his super body. The Man of Steel's body tensed.......... Then everything happened at once as if orchestrated. Superman's ass was slapped hard again and again. Superman's balls were pulled down further away from my body than possible. The head and shaft Superman's cock were squeezed by powerful hands. He was not going to be permitted to cum yet. Would he ever be able to? But now every thing that was happening to the Super body seemed concentrated in the groin. The hands continued to play with his ass. The person below the table continued to stroke his prick and balls Hard pricks were inches from Superman's face and he wanted to taste them to swallow them down his throat. But , the prick would only brush against his face. The Man of Steel tried to lick them grab them in his mouth but they were withdrawn each time. There WAS something hard being pushed into Superman's butthole. It could not be a cock. Whatever it was being pushed into the Man of Steel opening him even wider. . With a final shove it was fully inside of the Man of Steel, pushing against his gland with enormous ferocity, the super sphincter only partially closed around what must be the biggest butt plug imaginable. His cock and balls spasmed but were still being restrained by powerful hands. The Man of Steel felt like his balls would explode. The table was turned over slowly. The Man of Steel smelled a penis approach his mouth. It smelled of sex of urine and of sweat. Superman's mouth was being forced open. The Man of Steel is facing up. ...then: SLAP! SLAP! across both sides of my face. SLAP! SLAP! the whip came down hard across his chest and abs. "I am talking to you. You're not listening. You are now ready to experience the Ultimate Humiliation and Pleasure. The muscle stud jumped up on the table straddling the Man of Steel. The muscle stud began dipping his engorged cock into Superman's open mouth. The Man of Steel's tongue was lapping at the head of the cock trying to draw it into his waiting mouth. With increasing speed and depth the muscle stud was fucking the Man of Steel in the mouth while unseen hands below were forcing the plug deeper and harder into the Man of Steel's ass. The muscle stud feels his cock in Superman's throat as tight as any asshole it has been in. This is a mouth fuck at its best that would gag an ordinary man. The Man of Steel felt himself loosing all control; every muscle was throbbing; the cock in his throat was suffocating; the plug in his ass was splitting him in half and was so far up him it felt like it was joining with the cock in his throat. His cock and balls were about to explode. And then, with such and suddenness and ferocity it was all about to come to a crashing climax. The muscle stud grabbed Superman's tits squeezing them for all he was worth. Superman strained with enormous strength against his chains. Both bodies were all muscle, sinew and pulsating veins. The powerful hands on Superman's dick and balls let go. With deafening screams and shouts, Superman and the muscle stud began bucking and trashing. In one enormous release the muscle studs cock began to shoot, his cum bursting forth like water under pressure suddenly released from its nozzle directly into Superman's throat. At almost the same time Superman's swollen cock too began it's own super explosion spurting his cum all over himself and the muscle stud. The two bodies convulsed in tandem, joined as though they were one; pumping, straining, screaming and writhing. Covered in their own sweat and cum , the muscle stud finally collapsed on top of the Man of Steel taking Superman's cock in his own mouth sucking out whatever remained. Mouth to cock and cock to mouth the Man of Steel and the muscle stud who dominated him were joined. The last thought the Man of Steel had before passing out was I HAVE FOUND MY MATE!