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Superman Unwittingly Meets Mr. D
Chapter Five - “Crowned Jewels,” Indeed!
Carefully, he pulled up the rig as earlier prepared: a cross between a gurney and half a wheelchair, got it securely under him, and was able to lower the mass of the alien once freed from his bonds into it, though he was inordinately heavy … arms drooping like severed tree limbs, torso dropping back in a near crash like the fall of a redwood. (Although a respiteful shade lighter than that of the previously heavier “other one.”) Head loose on his moderately thick neck, rolling haphazardly, still out of it. Wheeled the slack titan into the adjacent room, bed already prepared, and rolled him into it. Undid the chains from his ankles and arms, yet refastened his guest’s wrists behind him, ankles now more together. The current leather-only bindings not near as abrasive as the metal of before, which had never really been on his skin. Knowing his man would be calm for hours yet, he left to have some supper and relax.
Much later, after he’d watched a video, had several drinks, re-stoked the fire, was himself getting mellow and sleepy. Decided to call it a night. True to his word, giving Clark the full night, he went in, stripped completely, and climbed in against the naked muscle-wonder in his bed. (Having first arranged for the trolley [and a nearby full length, flat metal table, still covered], and the oblong wooden box to be placed nearby—6 feet, 6 inches long, 3 ½ feet wide—wondering if it might be kind of crampy, the bottom nicely cushioned with scratchy excelsior; a bag of nails, hammer, and small power saw close by, also.) Again, near gasping at the sight of him, trussed as he was: the overwhelming physique of him, mighty arms and legs bound, staggeringly large genitals loosed and relaxed (well beyond those referred to as on “well-hung” men), his greatly dense, now even fuller milk-giving pectorals softened, and those outrageous conduits, thickly-long protruding from them. As much of a beauty as he was a freak: Herculean in all aspects, even the combined masculine-femininity of his incredible chest. As well as being so desirably handsome, and his famed other-worldly renown in every respect. But no longer—. “Its wings” … permanently clipped.
Yes, true to his word, and snug against him, he enveloped Clark’s nakedness with his own, arms fast around him, savoring every inch he could feel. And could not refrain from going for those incredible, sag-drooped, overly pulled-out nipples (his own cock quickly extending hard against him), overly surprised that they were still fruitful and functional, once more renewing their largenesses… as his bound partner’s erection again also strongly flourished and filled. As well, as he astonishingly found out later, that even unconscious this overly worked super-stud could still notably spurt forth his warm potency from both his mammaries and malehood in tandem with D.’s. A night he would not forget.
And could not refrain from continuing on a couple more times. Himself, more than potent from a few servings of Viagra. Hence, the opportunity of a lifetime to be so carnally engaged with such a massive sculpture of muscle, the dream of millions, pliable and unresistant to his every wish or feel (even if not exactly aware or conscious of it)—although responsive enough to groan and moan, writhe, rise and still shoot when properly “worked”—no less a satisfying gig. Yet no less a sad situation, knowing he had to terminate him… and not really wanting to.
Also not forgetting to get his camera, take quite a few shots, and keep it nearby… for later verification: conquest , which he was required to confirm.
| (Now, from all the extra working, Clark’s abnormal breasts grown fuller, nipples larger, his body’s urgency to keep up with the increased demand that had been made on his system—generating the ability to produce more milk and semen than ever before. Once rested, D. decided to cap the crowns of his mammillae with his own accoutrements: Superman’s huger tits more securely banded to keep from dribbling away too much of his strength unnecessarily. As if it really mattered; nevermore able to reap the benefits of his bountiful harvests, which he’d discovered and consistently, narcissistically done since puberty... both upper and lower decks—though no less enjoyable for any partaker while he yet breathed. [D., also, in that respect, indulgent of his own member regularly—.] Courtesy mphillips12000, Deviant Art. ) |
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Bleary-eyed when he awoke, he found D. so warmly, lovingly embracing him, and stirred a bit confused, to find his wrists and ankles still bound, wanting to wrap the whole of himself around his paramour, cherish him endlessly. But couldn’t. Was this right? What had happened? He felt so drained and weak there was no way he could have identified himself as “Superman.” Only as a frazzled and worn-out Clark.
But D., quick on the draw, made sure his captive was to remain captive. And hastily fed him a fine refreshing jolt of coffee, laced with the same debilitating drugs as before. No possibility of failure dare loom. He must keep his boy down and disoriented. Lest as Superman he awaken in his right mind and break free. The worst thing imaginable! Time was essential.
To hasten things, he carefully did a few light finger-flips at his prey’s nipples, at their glans-like crowns, the indents just behind their swole-capped ends (their proven most intensely sensitive parts), to gauge his reaction. Which was near instantaneous.
“Oh, oh, ohhhhhh! ” Clark cried. “So, so sensitive! So sore!! What did you do, D.? To me. That I, I’m kept… still bound?!”
“Don’t you remember? You wanted me to milk you, Clark. Wanted me to restrict your movements. Take charge. Said it would feel so good. Have someone else take over, play you for a change. And the extra pumping stimulus on your testicles. So wonderful, you said, unlike anything you’d known before. Even wanted me to pump your cock. Which… I did. And you loved it. Over and over and over. Until you got tired, and checked out…. Been tending to you ever since. Wasn’t that nice of me? Wanted you to get your money’s worth. And as planned, we spent the night together. Capiche?”
“I, I-I… vaguely remember. Yes, it was good. Bu, but… too much. I’ve, I’ve lost too much… of my powers, my strength. How did you, you do this, D.? Why—to me? It’s, it’s hurtful now. And, and why am I still tied? Ca, can’t… get loose. I’m stronger than that! I know I am. But, but I can’t. Please, untie me, D., I, I… want to put my arms around you, hold onto. Make love, truly, at long last…. Please.”
“Your ‘powers, your strength’? What are you talking about, Clark?” leading him on.
“I mean, my normal abilities. I’m not a push-over, you know. Know how strong I am, how built. You can see that. But, feel so weak. My head, all scrambled. Lost… lost too much of my seed, my milk. My essences. That, which makes me, me. Must, need to get in… in the sunlight. Refresh myself—.”
“You’re mumbling like a lunatic, Clark.”
“Please, you must help me, D.! Untie me, let me go. More coffee….”
“For what? Haven’t you figured it out, yet?”
“Figured what? That, that maybe you really don’t want to be with me? Who I am. All you were in for was the money? Then, let me go, I’ll leave. We can forget…”
“Forget what? That you’re the biggest ass in the universe, and you’ve finally been caught and grounded. All those people you’ve put in jail, lives ruined. Because you’re so, so good! The so chaste Mr. Wonder-Cock, Big Muscle, and Huge Tits— of all the Boy Scouts on earth?!”
Clark frowning, eyes suddenly getting more focused. Or trying to. “I’m just a reporter. What are you talking about? I, I wouldn’t do that. Hurt anyone. Come on, let me go!”
“But in reality, nothing but a secretive… blue-suited, red-caped, cock-sucking fairy…?! ”
D.’s words lanced deep. An impossible swirl in his guts. “Let me go!” in a sudden, ultra panic. Oh, no, no, nooohhh!! How could—
“Right. But not today, ass-fuck. Nor ever… again! Oh, ‘my powers, my strength… need to get in the sunlight. Refresh myself.’ ” D. paused for effect. “You’re not going anywhere, Superman. This is your last stop.”
A long pause. The bound alien’s eyes stunned, grown wide with surprise. Disbelief. Struggled more desperately to free himself. The shock sinking in. He couldn’t. He was caught! Captive, depowered. Had been betrayed by one whom he had trusted, even traded his own breath with. This was impossible! Could not be! Not him! But robbed of his strength, his might—his milk, his seed. Unable to be near, bask in the sun. It was irrevocable. His doom had found him. And all because he had wanted to experience intimate congress with a finely handsome, enticing young man with a more than very oversized cock?! It was almost as laughable as it was horrifying. He had been had! Not a shred of Kryptonite needed. His own wondrous sexuality inverted, used against him.
“But why, why me—?! ”
“That so strong, stupid Batman said much the same thing. Snuffed him like putting out a candle.”
“But you can’t kill me, I’m indestructible! Without Kryptonite.”
“But I already have, once . Didn’t I?”
Suddenly understanding. His panic risen, a quavering knot in his stomach. The truth: he had lost his might, his power. His inner resources depleted. Already evident. Still bound, unable to break his bonds. Weaker than ever before in his life.
“No, no, nohhhhh!! Not me!!” This could not be happening!
“Yes, yes, yes….”
“Please, you won’t! D.—no!”
“Why not? You fetched a high bounty. Could even retire, now.”
“WHO, WHY? ”
“You were weighed in the scales, and found wanting.”
“By who? I can get you more than they ever could—? Double, triple!! ”
“Doesn’t matter. They’d just track me down for payback….”
“By all that’s holy, save me, D.!! Don’t! I can protect you.”
“Not without any juice, you can’t. If caught again, milked out. We gonna get married, or something? Joke, but might be nice.”
“But you can help me restore. Just takes a little time—!”
“Ahh, times up. Shelf date expired.”
“No, D., please! No! ”
“Knew who you were day you answered my ad. Well-planned. And to think, the Bat sent you. Caught the same as he was, lured in by his own lust. And such a do-gooder, at that! Imagine! Wave a super-fine cock in front of their eyes… muscle, brains, skills, and all, they cave. Like kids starved for candy. He was no prince, either. But you aren’t the first. Have a yard full out there…” shrugging.
“And you, no less the willing pussy to suck off a real man, be plundered by him. ‘Oh, ohhh, D.—Dee, please, please!’ Fucking cunts! Both of you: the indomitable Dark Knight, the invincible Big Blue! Dicked out like you’d never been dicked before. But not unusual. Handful of others, those plots behind the woodshed. Couldn’t get enough…. Till they couldn’t handle it any more, not worth the trouble playing with. But, indeed, first making sure it wasn’t just the money. It was their eternal, abusive practices they had to pay for. Brought ruin to so many, fattening their own accounts, ruining families, people, companies, employees. Who would miss a million/billionaire or two, vanished into thin air, his nastiness with him? Who should care? Maybe his mistress or his boyfriends? Not his wife, or family, beneficiaries…?”
Thinking he’d explained things quite well, D. paused for breath.
The pit in his stomach, a chasm. Superman fell silent. Knew he was losing. If the intrepid, wily Bat couldn’t have prevailed, how could he—especially, his great strength and beyond earthly powers curtailed? And D., his only hope, failed—. Or against him.
“Bu, wha-, who is they ?”
“I wasn’t on the jury. The Consortium handles that. Just do what I’m directed. Paid according to the prize—it’s assessed value. Could maybe close shop, after you…. Only I would miss some remarkable muscle and cock. Quite a bit out there. And eager to pay, share. Who would have thought? So many CEOs rather hung—more so than built—but no less enjoyable. Safe and fun, as long as they keep their noses clean. Above needless scandal.”
“But what about me , the Bat?!” his desperateness real. “What did we, I do—I mean, that you want to do this? Maybe jealous… of all, and who I am—what we have… be-beyond normal? Can’t help that. But I’ve done so much good! Why take us down—?”
“Guess you and Waynie riled a few too many feathers. ‘Beyond normal?’ For sure. Your tits too big, and your cock—(forgetting mine), for this planet. Lording it over everyone. And then quietly self-doing yourself, probably several times a day. Putting guys away for years and years, while you primly fly around, prowing out your big pecs and dick for everyone to see, flexing those abnormal muscles like a circus clown, only nobody was laughing, just hooting and applauding. For what? The alien freak has come down, come to town—to render “truth and justice” for all! Hiding away at home and fucking himself crazy like a 10-year-old with a new toy. Pretending he was the world’s most outstanding “Wonder Man”—actually a pervert, a depraved narcissist, instead! Wimpy-washy, demure Clark. With a horse-sized cock, apple-big balls, and fat-long sausage tits! The great and famed superhero in public—in private, a secretly cloistered wuss!”
Clark had to swallow hard, a couple of times. Still hazed. This nightmare must end! Reddening. As angry as he was chagrined: the pure truth of the matter. He couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help it. He did love himself. Enjoyed his so wonderful assets continually. Who was that hurting? Or ever knew about it? None of their business…. All the good he did, had done, continued to do? Self-loving was a true benefit, if able… and without, unable to find a matching partner?! Who was he hurting?! His own hot cock and jizz in his mouth, in his throat, what a glory that was! Or up his ass, with his nipples squirting wild. Ecstasy to the max!
His once secretly indulged glories… become his ultimate bane. Ignobly unmasked! Revealed.
“Oh, mercy, please —not me! What I am, have—”
“Did—was…. Time to pay the piper, Boy . I have things to do. Sorry. But, at least, you’ll be getting what you came for—all of it!” And smiled, drawing closer. Pressed his lips over his mouth, began to finger flutter on the ends of Clark’s long-thick teats. Watching those huge pecs arch and swell, his mouth following after and onto them. Laying himself frontally against him. Re-conquering the “unconquerable” wuss hopelessly surrendered to him.
“Uu-ahhhh! Ohh-uhhhhh!” the captive alien writhing helplessly, his member filling, rising quickly. With hardly any resistance, brain-numbed, in a warped acquiescence to his fate—a more than desired submission. Controlled by the so wondrous nursed-sucking from his twin-huge mammaries. Hoping his master would relent, have mercy, have no desire to hurt or harm him: the wonder he was! Couldn’t, no!!
“Ohhh, mercy —D., no; yes, yes… no, noohhhhh,” whimpering, almost weeping. Eyes wide-wet and glistening. Unable to not want D. to savor the bounty of his still-giving breasts, sensing it may be his very last ecstasy. But how would he do it—how could he? (Choke him out as before?) The wonderment they had shared?! And for him, the once beyond mighty Superman, how could he have been reduced to this, a desperate kid crying… begging for his very breath?! Knowing he was going to be snuffed into an irreversible eternity—at last fucked by the cock of all cocks he had craved for his whole life. The irony as much heated as it was chilling.
D.’s incredible cock now fully against, atop him, going thickly up between his pecs, even further than his sternum to near his clavicle, frotting him sweetly, gently, while his fingers were equally as considerately tugging at his cock-tits, which were dribbling like crazy. And then his hands… getting Clark’s legs raised higher, knees bent, spread wide, ankles still bound—slipping his whole body in between them, snugly at last chest to chest, face to face, pubis to pubis.
“Honestly, didn’t want to do this. But the Consortium rules. And I have to obey. Neither your judge nor your jury…. When the order came in, I was astounded. Bruce Wayne, and Superman?! I almost laughed.”
“You didn’t… still don’t have to—”
“Though too late for Batsy,” he wried. “But they had a plan. Knew you’d dawdled with the Bat on occasion. He would be the easiest, if properly enticed, sexually lured away from his environment, relieved of his utility belt… then sufficiently drugged, once comfortable. It worked. Then, you, knowing your proclivities, built and endowed as you are, and a beyond narcissist… no doubt an easier mark. Vulnerable. Sex, the great equalizer. As both fools and wisemen, kings and mighty men such as Solomon and Samson… have found out. Should you or Wayne be any different? The carrot dangled—accepted.”
“But life… is so much more than sex. What else can one do? Even celibate.” Feeling the unmistakable probing of D.’s deft fingers at his anus, beginning to carefully work him. Almost unable to think between his sighs, his want, his dread, his man-chute being readied, played and stretched, his so overwhelming desire to receive him, willingly relaxing his inner ass muscles…and his fear this might be taking him to his last breath.
Oh , surely D. wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t do this! Not to him, whose wondrous breasts from which he had given their endless bounty! And his cock, far greater than most, which they might together yet mutually share and enjoy! A far more than appreciative pair, each for each, unlike many to be found on earth!
“But you weren’t going to go that route, were you? Not with what you have—! Even how much it controlled you, though not admitting it. Just enjoying it all full throttle. Cock and tits and balls, your own juices, like a self-generating fountain of youth…. So how could we bring you down, if unable to be cut, wounded, shot, crushed, blown-up? The best minds thinking it over. Simple—from within! ”
“Hypnosis, magic… messing with my mind? But, I-I’m still physically “invulnerable.” And like now, weakened. But only temporary. Can recover.”
“But not if locked in a dark room. And continually siphoned-out, drained over and over. Doubt you would last a month. A possibility, though we don’t have time for that.”
D., unrelenting in his slow love-making, still discussing the issue abstractly, almost off-handedly. His companion being aroused to a fever-pitch, his bold cock-head now pressuring gently at Clark’s gate and kept there, slow-teasing, pushing and withdrawing, little by little, his glans in overflow, on the verge of allowing him a more ownering, easy entrance.
The distraught Superman’s mind warped, focusing in and out, in an almost incomprehensible reality, not believing what was happening, yet believing it—not wanting to, frantic to alter things, yet so overwhelmed by his arousal, he could almost care less. Merely craved to possess the man he had come for, to know, and be possessed by… to come and come and come… find relief and release with him. A true solution.
“Poison was considered, too. But acknowledging your cell structure, it was also ruled out. Only thing left was to perhaps fuck you with some Kryptonite and leave it in there; but rather unobtainable. Except then, the simplest of all. Nothing can survive without blood or air. The way “life” was made. Not even Superman! So once drained of your regenerative power sources, what’s left… but to seal the deal?”
“But you won’t. You can’t. No, D., no. ” Not even knowing what that might mean.
D. just gazed at him noncommittally, and shrugged. Then while kissing him, with one hand barely able to three-quarters wrap around Clark’s member, much like his own, began the inevitable insertion of himself into him… to become at one with the most incredible being in the universe. (What an astonishing coup! ) The welcome, but intensely desired, over-sized intrusion, as it penetrated the hapless alien more and more… slowly, easily… causing him to more than groan, gasp, howl, and writhe desperately, even having craved it near senselessly… now receiving the wonder of D.’s so unusually large cock into him, more and more. How fantastic it felt. The lush, swole-filling glory of it. At last, a scepter to match, and even exceed the hitherto ruling glory of his own. More and more. Ohhh, ohhhhh,ohhhhhhh--so incredibly, wondrously wonderful! Thinking distractedly then, this surely was a heaven-sent way to go, if he must.
But D. then, becoming more determined, just only twelve inches, slightly past halfway in, began thrusting and pushing harder, seeking greater satisfaction, his need to be accommodated: must be, must, must, must!! As the movements and swirls increased deeper, Clark was suddenly becoming frantic, duly frightened—D’s fleshy monster invading him further than anything he could have known or imagined. In careful, steady and cadenced movements, deeper and deeper. And ohh, so wondrous: wonderful, wonderful! Wonderful!! But then, the pain hit—pain … going beyond that: filling him to the near bursting point of his actual innards, something he never would have expected, as if finally ripping him apart from within! The MOS truly now become terrified—was this how he was going to be murdered…? But had D. promised him ‘painlessly?’
Suddenly aware of his conquest’s fear, his agony, D. paused to rest momentarily, lodged not quite yet fully inside him. (Knowing without a doubt, he’d already killed two other screaming men the same way—not relenting until it was done. But no , he hadn’t planned it this way for Clark.) Giving him time to catch his breath, a brief reprieve. And with an almost challenge, snorted, “But I heard Superman can take anything! Able to accommodate anything thrown his way. Or are you really just a mere puss , after all?”
“Please , enough! Please. Maybe later…? ” His eyes doleful, a stammering plea. As if having reached his limit, admitting his vanquishment.
“Only… real men take me balls deep. Only way I can accept a true lover. Be happy.”
“Mu-maybe—” he didn’t get to finish. D. resumed roughly. Clark screamed.
Shoving himself completely in. “Can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted to fuck the great Superman—completely out of his fucking mind! And now I am!!” More heated than a steam engine.
Clark, knowing he had met his doom. His wails instantly frantic, pitiful. Overwhelming his capacity to endure any more. His cries desperate and real. “My heart, my heart—D., you’re rupturing my heart! Pleasssseeee! No, no, noohhhhh!! ”
D.’s excitement at a fever pitch. Fervently drill-ownering hard into him. He came, loudly.
Clark, too, erupting, out of control. Keened even louder. Jerked and spasmed.
Not only the battering against his delicate life-pumping organ, but the overly excited, heated rush and torrent of D.’s thick sperm-explosion, covering, enveloping the whole cavity of his heart with his prodigious ejaculate—took Clark out with a shrill shriek and body-stiffening buck. Felt as if being scalded from inside, his life’s pump going more than askew from the assault. All his wires short-circuited. His brain seared. The former mighty alien as if hammer struck by Thor, cut off in mid-gasp, blanking away into a bottomless darkness. Though a long soft moan continued to emit from him.
Certainly not the way D. had planned. Fearful he might have killed him after all. He remained secure within him, feeling Superman’s warm, so-muscled body still tremoring around him, a truly wondrous engulfment. Saw at last he was still breathing, checked his carotids which though faint still pounded strong. Sighed with relief, kissed him deeply… slowly extracted himself from him, with both a true satisfaction and encroaching sadness. He thought he had promised him, “painless,” but couldn’t really remember. Which he would do, had to prepare a bit further for. Now allowing him to rest... untangled himself from him, backed away and stood up. His stupendous wet penis brushing his knee caps, standing there with reluctance, wondering how to call it a wrap. Quickly, with as little pain as possible? Well, Wayne hadn’t been in pain, either… just fear, overwhelming panic. He figured with Superman it would be much the same. Both of them departing in a similar fashion. After he’d had a few drinks, yet. Given him his final delight….
A sharp crackle of lightning ripped loudly. A loud peal of thunder outside, overhead, seemed to almost shake the cabin. It was nearing noon. He hadn’t realized it was raining. And thunder in December was definitely not normal. Again, he shrugged. What the hell. But negotiating the trolley through heavy mud would surely be a problem. Hoped it didn’t rain much. Would just complicate things unnecessarily. Oh, well. The weather forecast had said snow.