Reduction of Superman (complete)

I am not sure this is the right place, but I have written something and want to share it with others. Comments and suggestion are very much appreciated. Hope all of you will enjoy. Reduction of Superman After the utter defeat of me, Superman, Iska has landed in the hall of Fortress of Solitude with me on his shoulder just as limp and just as defenseless as before when Iska picks me up. But the truth is that by the time Iska has landed on the Fortress of Solitude, all my wounds inside and out have completely healed. I haven’t moved an inch even though I am completely healed. Iska pops me up a little on his shoulder to adjust for better position. I am not lightweights by any mean. That gives me a little comfort in some weird sense. I might have smirked a little and Iska takes notice of that. Iska immediately throws me down to the ground and a big bang. Obviously that move does not hurt me at all. With his arms around my legs still, Iska continues to throw me around hitting everything that is in the way. I force my arms together interlocking my hands forming a hammer. With lightening speed, my hammer drills into Iska’s head. His calves are sunk into the ground instantly. The momentum drives Iska on his back with his head right between my legs. My cock merely inches from his head. Strangely, this moment right now excites me just ever so little that my junk jumps ever so slightly. Iska recovers quickly as he lifts himself up along with me. His head points squarely into my abs crashing it toward the ground. My abs provide some comfortable cushion comparing to the hard floor of Fortress of Solitude for Iska’s head. My abs, on the other hand, is between a hard head and a rock. Pain shoots up to every part of my body. I push the pain aside focusing on defeating Iska. I open both my palms and strike Iska’s temples with my open wrists. He screams out loud. I can almost hear his skull cracking. We are both finally free from each other. Iska shakes his head trying to relieve the dizziness. I am not going to waste a second more to go on full attack mode. I immediately dash toward him with my fist ready to attack. Iska is half a second too late and my fist crushes into his well defined abs. I can see my fist sinking into his indestructible abs. I grin at the fact that I still have it. Iska’s spit lands on my face as I press further into his abs. Another fist in the form of uppercut hit Iska’s chin sending him flying to the sky after creating a big hole at the top of the Fortress. I immediately pursue Iska for additional attack. Iska is flying through the air. I catch up to him quickly. A roundhouse kick on the head sends Iska into another direction. He would have flew far but I am able to catch one of his arm before he is out of reach. Pulling him towards me presents a perfect opportunity to knee him in his pecs. I can feel air being knocked out of him. I am elated as just hours ago I was beaten senseless. I am winning. I can feel my once shatterproof confidence has returned. Whatever has happened earlier must have been just a fluke. I am Superman, the unbeatable Man of Steel. I can feel my cock jump once again asserting my alpha dominance to the world, to the universe. The world has finally back to its equilibrium with me on top. A thunder of laughter breaks my distraction of self indulgence. I see Iska is laughing menacingly. I am taken back a little by his reaction. This is not a time to be confused, I blast him with my laser vision right into his eyes. However, his laugh doesn’t stop. I am getting ignited and double my effort to blast him with double the size of my laser vision. No one has ever been able to withstand such blast from me. To my amusement, Iska inches closer and closer seemingly unaffected by my blast. I double the laser again. Iska continues getting closer. Again, I double my laser. Iska, once again, gets closer. Panic starts to set in. I double and double my blast; and my eyes are getting overheated, pain is creeping up at the back of my eyes. At last ditch effort, I scream with one final gigantic blast with all my might in Iska’s direction. An explosion follows and I feel relief. He is surely defeated now. Out of the smoke and debris, Iska slowly emerges out. I am stunned. Cringing through my painful eyes, Iska continues to move closer to me completely unhurt. How is this possible? Unable to react to this turn of event, I am just frozen in the middle of the air. Next moment, Iska disappears. I can feel a hand on my throat squeezing hard. Both my hands immediately try to grabble the hand on my throat. No matter how much I try, the hand is not loosening. As I am still trying to free myself, an energy blast hits directly to both my eyes. If I feel pain in my eyes before, I now feel they are burning away. I scream and only scream, then scream some more. My arms and legs try their best to hit Iska attempting to make the blast stop. None has succeeded. My eyes are melting away. “Don’t worry, Superman. I won’t destroy your beautiful eyes. I need them just as much as you do. I need the world to know that you are utterly defeated even when you are at your prime. I promise you will not be harm an anyway. They will heal in time, but I need to give you the punishment you deserve for rebelling your one and only MASTER” Iska continue with his menacing laugh. The blast has finally stopped. But its replacement is gut punching in light speed. My well defined abs can no longer contain its shape and are turning into mush. Spits are spreading everywhere. Maybe it is good that I cannot see my current predicament. Once Iska is satisfied with my destroyed abs, he moves to crash all my limps. With his bare fist, he hammers on my arms first. My bones resist breaking at first, but with increasing force, slowly cracks are showing and pounded into million pieces. I have tried to fight back. A punch in the head, a kick in his gut. Anything that I can think of, I have tried. He continues to hammer on my limps moving from my right arm to left arm to my right leg then to my left leg. I am becoming more and more defenseless and useless……. helpless…… Incompetence…… (descending into the deep void of my own thought)

Never have I experience pain at this level. This pain is intolerable. I cant even remember experiencing this pain level with any of the villains that I have fought before, not even Doomsday, not even when Lex Luther doing his sick experiment on me. My frail arms and legs are flopping mindlessly through the air as Iska taking me back to the Fortress of Solitude. First time in my life that I am truly immobilized. I cannot even lift a finger as if there is no bone in my arms and legs, only pain. I am only left to the mercy of Iska, unable to fight, to see, to even move. Screaming seems to be the only outlet. Now it is also taken from me, as Iska stick his colossal cock through my mouth and into my throat. His cock has effectively silenced me. I try to scream but no sound comes out. I can feel my throat vibrating but no sound comes out. How humiliated I have become. Laying on the ground with a cock stuffed in my mouth motionless. I cant even get a sound out. Iska starts moving his body back and forth. Looking down on me choking on his cock, he snickers. The outline of his cock can be seen moving along my throat. I can imagine the expression on his face, and it says it all. He is the true alpha here. And I am on the receiving end of his alpha dominance. I can hear his moans. “Better get used to it, Superman. This is how you can serve your MASTER.” Iska continues to fuck my throat. He lower his body and reach over my cock and balls to my ass. He, then, sticks his figures in my ass, which is still leaking his juices from the previous fuck. Without wasting for a second, those cum covered fingers are stuffed inside my mouth after pull his cock out. Iska says, “That’s right. Superman. Lick them clean. You know you like it deep inside you.” I subconsciously lick his fingers. A couple licks into it, I realize what I am doing and immediately spit out his fingers along with his cum. A punch into my face sending me across the hall, my arms and legs are flopping in unimaginable position. But Iska’s face is only a few inches in front of me as I can feel his breath. I try to get away by wiggling my body like a lowly worm. Iska just let me struggle until I realize there is no way out and become still. “There is nothing you can do now Superman. You have lost the battle with me and I have proved myself to be your superior. Accept the fact.” Iska says as he picks me up and slam his rod into me once again. It is true that I have lost to Iska again. But I should be resisting his assault on me and my body. Yet, with each hump his rod is asserting inside me, my resistance along with my confident, my pride seems to be chipping away just a little bit more. It must have been weeks or months, Iska is still buried deep inside me. Time has lost its meaning to me. Iska does not need food or sleep like other human being. His endurance must have surprised even himself. Not a second that his cock has been outside of me. His cock is the only thing that I can feel besides pain. Every time my eyes and bones are healed. I receive the same brutal attack as the first time. Yes, my arms and legs are still limping as if no bone has ever been there. My eyes are still burning in pain. Iska intends to have me immobilized and powerless. He has been repeatedly telling me that all these pains will teach me to be a good boy serving him as my only master. My hole can no longer resist his advances, not that there is much to begin with. Gradually I feel pleasure from his cock hitting a particular spot that sends tickles throughout my body. My cock jumps and Iska notices. He chuckles. Putting efforts into fucking me, Iska concentrates on hitting that spot. My cock is now in full attention. Several moans have come out of my mouth. The pain I have been feeling subsides in the place of this increasing pleasure. A mixture of pleasure and pain rushes throughout my body. A Loud moan escape from me. As time goes by, the more I become accustomed to Iska’s cock inside me. I no longer offer any resistant to Iska advances. My hard rock cock is proof of that. Pre starts leaking even though I am quadriplegic at the moment. This feels so good. No one has even given me so much pleasure. Who has even able to move a muscle of Superman? None. But in my current state, all my hard chisel muscles are like jello jiggling in the command of Iska. Is this what other people have been experiencing throughout their lives? So much pleasure to be had, to enjoy. Something inside me stirs. I want more. My balls are churning and ready to give up. Iska stops. I scream “No!!!! Keep going!!!!! I want….. no …. I need…..” before I can finish, I am smacked by Iska, and thrown across the hall of Fortress of Solitude once again. He walks over slowly shown all his mighty muscles exerting his supremacy in front of a lowly worm with frail arms and legs wiggling back towards him hoping to get fucked once more. Iska picks me up by my hair. “You are pathetic, Superman. What has happened to you? Where is your confident, your self-esteem?” Suddenly, I am cradled in Iska’s arms like a new born. “It’s ok, Superman. I am here now. You no longer need to be Strong in front of me. I will take over your burdens and be your MASTER!!!” A kiss follows. Iska invades my mouth and I can only react to his forcefulness. His hand is pinching on my nips, which no one has ever done or able to. He is pinching them, rubbing them. Electricity shoots to my entire body. My cock jumps and shoot a huge load of pre landing over my head. Iska laughs. “You are enjoying this, aren’t you? Superman.” Iska begins full on assaults. His kiss is sucking out all the air in my lungs. His fingers are playing with my pecs and squeezing my nips. I subconsciously moan into his mouth. He holds me by the waist and position me above his groin. His might cock is doing a little dance around my hole. I clutch my hole in response. A few more squeezes my hole is relaxing enough to let Iska’s cock head inside me. “Urge.. URGH……”. The sound of pleasure escapes me. I am so ready to explode. But Iska cups my balls and squeeze hard just to cause me pain. I scream through our kiss. And my cock deflated just as fast. It is clear that he does not allow me to climax as if I am his play thing, a toy. I struggle with that thought and become very uncomfortable in my predicament right now. I am not a play thing to anyone. I am Superman, Man of Steel. I am the Alpha. But as soon as Iska’s cock once again, buries deep inside with as I feel his melon sized balls hitting my ass. All unpleasant thoughts melt away with pure erotic desires taking over at the center of my being. “I am…. I…..”. I say ready to explode once again. My balls are pulled up and my cock jumps. Iska squeeze my balls hard again making me to crash down from my high. “No…. No….” I say. It must have been the hundredths or thousandths times that I nearly climax. My balls are literally turning blue and my cock is the only hard thing on my body at the moment. My junk is aching so badly for a much needed release. But I am at the mercy of Iska. He has been playing with my body like a toy. My arms and legs are still crashed and immobilized. My eyes have healed enough to see once again with some degree of pain. I am still connected to Iska by his fearsome cock buried deep within me. Each thrust just brings me up the the heaven a little closer. I am drenched in my own sweat. I don’t even know I can sweat until now. But at this moment I am just trying to catch my breath as it become increasingly irregular. I am swallowing big as Iska continues to kiss me. Our kiss has become more sensual. The less I resist the more sensual it becomes. The rape has become loving making almost. My moan is echoed throughout the fortress. I can hear my own moaning and surely Iska can. Hours upon hours of “love making” has reduced me with only primary desires as if higher brain function no longer exist. I can only respond to Iska’s lead. “Do you like it, Superman?” lska asks as he thrusts his cock inside me. “I.. like… URGH,,,,,”. I say. “Submit to me… and you shall have all of this”. Iska pointing to himself. “No…. Never….” A weak refusal that I can barely counter. I can see the displeased in Iska’s eyes. But it disappears just as quickly as it appears. He picks up his thrust and attacks my most sensitive spot with his cock. His skills is exemplary. I am immediately taken to the pleasure central. “Yield control of this Fortress to me” says Iska. “No…..”. I say weakly. He cannot have control over this Fortress. There are just too many relics, beings, etc that can be use to one’s evil desires. Iska will surely take advantages of that to make himself even more powerful in every way he can think of. I cant let that happen. I must resist and futile as I am right now. I am Superman and I must do what is right. Another refusal has Iska steaming. Even with me being play like a sex toy cannot get what he wants. He pauses slightly and an evil grin appears. He quickly searches through the fortress and finds my spare Superman suits. He puts the suit on himself and he looks majestic. There is no loss of muscle definition. Every vain, every bulging muscle is shown off as if Iska is wearing nothing. My family emblem on his pecs seems to sparkle like it should have been there in the first place. Iska should have been the descendant of the House of El. The new Superman approaches and pick me up like a ragged doll. Iska then lay me down where the sunlight has been intensified by the fortress. Iska wants me to heal up quickly. I wonder what the reason is. As the beam hitting on my entire body, it works overtime to heal itself. Soon I am able to lift my fingers and to wiggle my toes. Movement of my arms and legs follows quickly. I stand in front of Iska in no time fully healed once again in my prime. Iska tosses me my Superman suit. “Let’s see who will be the last standing Superman”. Iska says.

Two Supermen standing inches away from each other. I feel I am back to my old familiar self. Iska in Superman’s suit disgusts me. “You are not worthy of this suit”. You will pay for this insult to my family “. I say. “Well this suit fits me just fine. I may even say I look more dashing than you “ Iska retorts. “Pheww……. The suit will conform to all the desires of whoever is wearing it given that he passes the criteria in the first place.” I say. “Perfect then, looks like the suit like me.” Iska laughs. Next thing I know Iska’s tongue is inside my mouth. I have expected another fight to death. But this move confuses me. His hands move all over my body. Pinching my nips, cupping my groin. Playing with my ass….. My cock is getting hard without me realizing it. The sensation is being intensified somehow. My body is being short circuited with misfires inside my body. I can see my reflection on the ice wall around the fortress like a kaleidoscope. The reflections are showing how much I am enjoying the touch, the kiss, the caressing from my enemy. The pleasure is being reflected in every angle possible like a big budget porn movie and I am the subject of it. “Feel that” As Iska moves my hand over my enlarging bulge. “Your body doesn’t lie”. As he continues his assault on my body however appealing and pleasurable it is. A finger finally makes its way to my anus. With a slight push, it breaks through my tight rim and looking for my magic spot. I know what Iska is doing and yet I offer no resistance. The pleasure is just too much for me to bear. I don’t even realize that fact that my hand is still covering my bulge and subconscious playing with my own now very hard cock, jerking and squeezing through my own red spandex brief. The pleasure is exponentially increasing by the second. A dark crimson wet spot already appear on my red brief. Pre is slowly dripping out enlarging that wet spot. I am embarrassed. But the finger inside me presents me another dilemma when it finally find that magic spot. Iska presses hard at the spot like a damn button through my now stretched red spandex brief. I feel as if I am having a seizure. My whole body contracted like I am posing for a bodybuilding competition. A couple more press my body goes into overdrive pre is shooting out of my cock only to be trapped in my brief slowly sipping through the fabric while I continue to jerk myself through my suit. I moan out loud into Iska’s mouth again. My other hand wraps around Iska’s back pushing his body closer to mine. I need him closer. I need more.. and more…… When Iska gets closer and both of our Superman suit come in contact, I am in sensory overload. The grinding between our briefs almost make me cum as if I am a frequent premature ejaculator. When his pecs brushes my nips through the suits, I break the kiss and throw my head back in Ecstasy. I have to wrap my arms and legs around Iska to steady myself. One more tap on my magic spot inside me, a hole appears around that finger and allow it to touch without any further hindering. I am surprise by the suit as this has never happened before. But Iska has already figured out what is going on. Iska cannot stop grinning as this turn of event happens as he expects. “Oh, Superman, this is the demise that you have never expected”. Iska says with his terrorizing laugh. I feel a cold dagger through my own heart; but as soon as Iska back on kissing me and playing masterfully with my body, the concern has simply vanished. Each single touch on my body, from either myself or Iska, seems to intensify. It becomes hard to stay ahead of this insurmountable pleasure. With an opening appear at the back of my brief, Iska has turned me around with his cock pointing right at my opening. His brief has also transformed to wrap around his cock like a condom covering his entire cock and balls. The hole on my brief adjusts the size to allow Iska enter me perfectly. My back to his pecs. His hands are playing with my nips. It is electrifying. All my senses are firing in all cylinders. I am experiencing hot flashes like a woman in heat. Sweat is pouring out of my body. The entire Superman suit is soaked through and through. I turn my hand voluntarily trying to get Iska to kiss me some more. The pleasure I am experiencing need to be shared. As we kiss I can feel Iska’s royal cock pushing deeper and deeper inside me. With the spandex covered cock I would have thought it will be less intense comparing to being fucked raw. I am simple wrong. The spandex condom somehow enhance my pleasure. The more I want, the more pleasure I feel. “What is happening to me?” I ask out loud. Iska laugh “This is your own doing Superman. The suit conforms to the desire of the person who wears it. And you, right now, want to be pleasured by me. The suit is just simple conforming to your own desire.” Iska thrusts his cock inside me rubbing on the magic spot sending waves and waves of euphoria to my brain. My train of thoughts has been interrupted and no longer able to process and comes up with counter measures. The more bliss I receive the more I want it. And the suit amplifIes the pleasure even more to conform to my own desires. “You have formed a truly self indulgent feedback loop Superman. Let it go…. Let them all go…. You know you want to enjoy this ecstasy in front of you. Only me, Iska can bring it.” Another thrust from Iska’s amazing cock. I wrap both my hands around your head pulling you closer for a more intense kiss. Our capes wraps our bodies together in a spooning position. It is so tight, but not confining, that Iska’s lovely cock reach even deeper than before. I can see the reflections all around the fortress that I am being fucked and dominated by Iska. My suit seems to understand that and up the pleasure even further. “Do you know what desire my suit is confirm to?” Iska ask. I can only shake my head in response unwilling to break the kiss. “To give you pleasure that even you can’t endure. Simply put. I want to fuck you silly.” A truly villainous laugh from Iska followed by several pumps of his insatiable cock. After that I have lost my mind in the sea of pleasure. My bulge is over flooded by my own pre. I can’t break away from Iska’s kiss. Iska’s cock is doing a fantastic job of pleasuring me to the point of no return. Iska’s hands are conquering my nips as we fuck. My eyes is glazed over by the blissful sex. Both of our suits are working as intended, to conform to one’s desire, to work against me to my ultimate defeat. His suit is working hard to pleasure me; and my suit is multiplying that pleasure exponentially. I can’t contain myself any longer. “Please…. I need… to … cum…”. I break away only briefly from the kiss. I start to move my hands to my own groin intended to release myself. But Iska stops me cupping my hands with his and force me to play with my own nips. My own cock jumps as I touch myself on the nips through my suit where my own family emblem is located, an emblem I used to display so proudly on my own magnificent pecs. “I guess you better learn how to cum without touching your own cock.” Iska snickers. Once again I look into the many reflections around the fortress, my display of submission is so evident that I cannot deny it anymore. Just look at me right now. I am getting fucked by my enemy and I like it, no…., I love it. I want more……. I am defiling my own family emblem by playing with my own nips shamelessly. A pre dripping hand from Iska smears across my pecs as I play with myself. He whispers to my ear to look down. I see my pre soaking through my red brief dripping down like a cheap whore. In fact, the reflection is showing a cheap whore wanting to get fucked and pleasured by an Alpha male. Iska continues to pump his cock inside me marking his territory and I reactively jerk. His hands continue to guide mine to pleasure myself. A kiss in the back of my neck, another kiss at the back of my ears. The reflection that I am watching excites me further. My eyes start to roll back and my body begins to jerk. Iska can feel I am about to cum and he voraciously pump me his perfect cock. My red brief shrink around my groins and pulsating in waves. My suit around my pecs begins to send electricity to my nips tickling them. “Look…. Look at yourself Superman. You need to see how far you have fallen. How much you have reduced yourself to!!!!” Iska screams to my ear as cum is exploding out of my cock. I moan and moan and my sight never leave that reflection of me being a cheap whore. How I love to be used by Iska! How I love to get fucked by him! Cum is overflowing and spilling out to my thighs and over my waist. My breath is so irregular that I expect to have a heart attack soon. My body convulses only to be hold together by Iska. He scoops some of my spilled cum and brings it to my mouth. I absentmindedly lick my own cum and then suck the puddle dry. He brings another scoop and I eagerly drink the cum out of his hand. He then whispers to me telling me that I should do it myself. I move my hand to my cum soaked bulge while I am still cumming. “Get some here. They are fresh”. As Iska points out. I do as I have been told. A scoop of fresh cum in my hand and I quickly bring it to my lips and the taste is unbelievable. I need more. But my climax finally weakens me and I am on all four trying to stabilize myself. I can see my own reflection on the floor and I look like a mess. But I don’t care right now. I just want more of my own cum. I squeeze my cock to get more cum out and continue to bring to my mouth for my own consumption. My eyes never leave my reflection in the meantime. And suddenly I notice Iska in the reflection and mention to me that I need to cover my entire Superman suit in cum to heighten my pleasure. And I scoop up as much cum as possible to cover my whole body. It is true. The more I cover my suit with cum, the more intense the pleasure is. As my climax finally subsides. I become frantic wondering if I have enough cum left to cover my suit. In a desperate attempt, I roll myself in the puddle of cum I have made earlier. I can hear Iska laughing out loud. It must be entertaining to see Superman acting like a crazy dog playing in a disgusting puddle of his own cum. I can care less now. All I want.. no all I need is to cover myself in my own cum. As I scrap the last bit of cum and smearing it onto my suit. I notice my suit around my pecs is dry. I am disappointed and knee down like a useless person. “I can help if you like”. Iska says. My eyes immediately sparkle and rush towards Iska on my knees. “Please…. Help… me”. I say like an addict that I am. My mouth is salivating at the thought of more cum. “You better start begging Superman”. Iska commands. “Please…… I beg you….” I say as Iska cock slap me on my face. “What do you need? Superman” Iska taunts. “I need your cum, Iska. Please let me have your cum.” I reply “Why do you need my cum? Aren’t you Superman? Don’t tell me you are not man enough to produce enough cum to satisfy anyone, not even yourself?” Iska continues to taunt. “Please… please. I need more cum. Let me have some of yours. I won’t need all of it.” I become desperate. “Who is Superman now? Who is man enough to reward you with cum that you so desperately need?” Iska asks. “You are….. you are Superman. I am sorry. I cant produce enough cum to satisfy anyone, not even myself.. You are the man. Man of all men! Please let me have your Supercum!!!!” I turn more frantic. The cum covered suit is demanding me to cover the remaining dry part with cum. The suit is working so well that my hidden desire has been revealed in front of my enemy. “The only way to get my cum, my sweet sweet Superman, is to yield yourself to me. Submit to me now. Yield all controls to me. First you are required to yield control of this fortress over to me and swear allegiance to me by sucking my cock. What do you say? Superman”. Iska finally has me under his spell. “I .. can’t..”. But the suit continues to demand more cum by sending waves and waves of pure bliss to my entire body. My brief continues to pulsate, my nips continue to be shocked. My entire body is being overwhelmed by this undeniable sexual energy. Another cock slap from Iska brings me back to present. Just a swift of Iska’s musky cock sense drives me crazy. “Ok.. I yield control of the fortress to you Iska. Now please let me have your cum”. I am almost to point of crying like a little boy.

Soon after I yield control over to Iska, the fortress begins to hum.. coming to life. Iska start to explore the fortress while it is self repairing from the destruction of the fight Iska and I have earlier. My mind can only focus on getting Iska’s cum, so I follow him on all four like a good pet. Wondering if I will ever receive his cum to save myself from this agony. After what feels like eternity Iska finally stops “Now sick my cock and give me your allegiance, Superman” Iska demands. I cannot open my mouth fast enough to suck on suck beautiful cock. All I want is to nurture such beauty. “You are one good cocksucker, Superman. And you surely is a good fuck too.” As Iska moans. His enjoyment from my cocksucking somehow boosts my confidence. It makes me suck him even harder. My agony caused by my Superman suit seems to disappear as I am eagerly sucking another Superman in front of me. Iska, with the Superman suit on, is a humbling experience for me. I have no word for it. This suit is meant for him to wear. Looking at his pecs breathing heavily raising and falling due to me sucking his tasty cock mesmerizes me. The House of El emblem looks divine on his perfectly shaped pecs. I feel small, inadequate in front of him at this moment. Why have I been fighting him all along? Sucking on his cock seems like the meaning of my life. And look at those juicy balls underneath this awesome rod I am sucking. I wish I will be bestowed with those tasty juice stored in those big balls sooner rather than later. He is the perfect Superman. And I feel like a cheap carbon copy. Iska’s moans is getting louder. I make a finally ditch effort to slurp and suck on his cock. All the veins on his cock is popping and his balls are being pull up getting closer to his huge rod. A loud roar echo through the hall like the alpha that he is. Iska explodes with his precious juicy shooting out in light speed. I greedily suck on his cock to swallow as much as I can. But he is the man of men. He is Superman. The cum gushing out way too much and it spills out of my mouth and I, of course, do not want to waste his cum. I smear the cum all over me over my Superman suit no matter if it is dry or has been covered with my own pathetic cum. I scream “ I submit to Iska. I submit to Iska.” But my voice is drown out by the cum. I continue to swallow as much as I can. The amount of the spilled cum can covers me from head to toes multiple times over and over again. I pick up some Iska’s cum on the floor and smear it all over my pecs where my family emblem is. I should be ashamed of myself. This suit bears my Family Emblem, and yet, I am smearing something so vile and disgusting. My cock jumps at this thought like a pop rock candy popping through my Superman suit. I moan uncontrollably. There is no going back. There is so much cum inside me that my abs balloons out like I am a pregnant white trash living in a trailer park. But my goal is achieved with Iska’s cum all over my Superman suit. The suit continues to enhance my own desire and fill me with blissful joy from the outside. The cum in my stomach acts like drugs taking me to an euphoric state. My own cock gets hard under this double whammy. Soon I climax with a mere sigh and a couple body jerk. Iska picks me up and squeeze my bulge. My cock is still twitching from the climax. But there is no cum, not even any pre. I am just dry humping through my orgasm. I, Superman, am dry as a desert. Iska laugh. I am utterly humiliated. “Superman runs out of cum. Who would believe that?” Iska continues to play with my cock. To both of our amusement, I orgasm again just by Iska’s simple touching. My body shutters as I dry hump to ejaculate the nonexistent cum from my spent cock. As I sit on top of Iska like his lapdog, his hands caress through my body. The suit is responding to his mind as he notices the change of my suit aligning with his thoughts. As the cum being absorbed into the suits a link between my suit and his mind is formed. “This day can’t be any better. Superman. You are destined to be defeated by me!” Iska proclaims. My suit starts to vibrate and my brief shrinks and pulsates. A familiar sensation is brewing within me. I am soon brought to climax again and then again. And again and again. “Computer, setup a cross frame and hang our Superman, no… former Superman on it. I want him spread eagle.” Iska commands. And the computer materializes what has been asked and I am hung on it. Drool starts to form after repeated orgasm. I have a pair of thousand mile stare, unfocused eyes. I continue to climax with no cum at all. My cock is not even hard anymore. The orgasm just keeps on cumming. My balls are squeezed dry. And my knees finally buckled. Just the chains at the top around my wrists are holding me up. “Who are you?” Iska “Superman” me “Feeling Super?” Iska “No…. Please make it stop!” me “Who is the limp dick here” Iska “I am” me (We both look at my own limp cock) “Who is your Master?” Iska “You are” me “I am what” Iska (another orgasm runs through my weaken body shaking involuntarily) “You are my Master” me “You are my slave?” Iska “I am your slave” me (Not wanting another orgasm) “Who is the Alpha here?” Iska “You are, Master” me “Computer release him” Iska commands. He then picks me up and bring me to the bed. “You are tired now. Rest up. We have big plans for tomorrow.” He spoons next to me and has his huge arms wrapped around me, cuddling me. His head rests on my shoulder and his ever-hard cock just plunges into my well used hole as he drifts to a sound sleep. In my mind, I feel wonderful and safe being spooned by my superior. His slow, even breath brings me content. A slight twist of his cock brings me inner peace. As I also begin to drift to sleep, I think of how my own Superman suit is the reason I am defeated not just physically but also mentally, a complete defeat. It isn’t bad to be honest. I can now just focus on one thing. How to please my Master Iska? All burdens from my previous life are gone. They seem so far away now even though it is less than a day that I was the wanna be Alpha. I feel much lighter and happier to not be the Alpha male anymore. I am still Superman physically for sure. But I have been reduced to be me. No more responsibility. Iska can take care of the rest. I just need him. My Master Iska!!

what a masterpiece！