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Superboy and the Pink K

Clark Kent made his way up the stairs and through the doorway into the First National bank. Being the only bank in a small town it was not exactly grand, but it had served the community well for generations, with its origins dating far back. On this quiet Tuesday morning he found that he was alone in the main room except for the sole bank teller.

Clark had started his internship a few months back with the Smallville Times and had come in today to withdraw the money he had finally saved to buy himself a new bicycle. He was standing at the counter with his completed slip in hand when a group of men armed with guns burst their way into the building.

Clark immediately lost his excitement about his withdrawal and switched to hero mode, but realised he could not possibly change into Superboy without giving away his secret. He decided to wait and watch, and only take action if he could do so discretely or if lives were in danger.

The group quickly secured the entry and took the mild-mannered young reporter as hostage. They then split up, leaving Clark under the annoyingly close gaze of two of the thieves while the rest went down to empty the vault.

The crew was quite efficient, and within 15 minutes they had returned with full bags, ready to make their exit. Clark was dragged to his feet and found himself alone with the crew, assuming the bank teller had been tied up downstairs.

“Boss,” said one of the gang with a worried tone. “What if Superboy shows up?”

“Don’t worry about the boyscout,” came the confident reply. As he spoke he drew an oddly shaped chunk of pink rock out of a satchel and held it in his hand. “The boys at the lab assured me this will stop him in his tracks.” He looked again at the rock and added, “hmmm, I didn’t notice it glowed. I wonder how it does that.”

Clark felt instantly alarmed and looked at the rock closely but could not see anything unusual about it, nor could he feel any harmful effects, like those he felt when exposed to kryptonite, and so he continued to wait and watch, assuming it was just another failed experiment.

A big van finally arrived outside and the crew rushed toward it, dragging Clark along as a hostage. A small part of the young hero’s mind wondered why he did not just resist them, but just as quickly he told himself that he was going to find their base of operations.

The trip in the car was not too long, but Clark found himself distracted and unable to concentrate. He would absently trail his hands slowly over his body, feeling his hard muscles through the costume beneath his clothing. He also noticed a stirring in his crotch as skin rubbed against the concealed spandex costume.

When they arrived at their destination, Clark felt his blood pumping and heart pounding and decided he should just continue his act and not try to save the day. However, as two men grabbed him around his biceps to drag him out of the van, he could not help but moan as a feeling of ecstasy swept across his body.

“Hey boss, this kid don’t look too good. Maybe we need to get him to a doctor.”

The boss, still holding the rock, moved toward them as he cast a doubtful look at Clark. “Let me take a look at him then.” He removed Clarks glasses and started to unbutton the shirt, before letting out an exclaimation of disbelief.

“Whoa! What are the odds, boys. Look at this, we got ourselves the Teen of Steel himself! Looks like this pink rock works on him as promised!”

The thieves all stopped to look at Superboy, as he stood with his arms seemingly held fast and he swayed weakly on his feet. The top of his bright red cape could now clearly be seen popping out, as could the royal blue spandex and the iconic S shield covering his impressive chest.

Superboy realised his predicament and felt a surge of adrenaline which cleared his mind. He flexed his still powerful frame, throwing the two assailants away from him, then quickly completed his change into the mighty Teen of Steel. “You’ve had your sick fun. Now you’re coming…” his confident tone trailed off and he found himself gazing at the pink rock. “You’re coming… coming… with…” but even as he tried to complete the sentence, Superboy could not fight the rising urge to have those hands once more wrapped around his arms.

The boss continued to hold the now glowing pink rock and advanced on the Boy of Steel as he gazed helplessly at the strange rock. “What a surprise. To capture the Teen of Steel himself?” The pink rock was held right near the young hero as he continued, “what exactly does this little chunk of rock do I wonder?”

The boss placed his free hand onto the muscled chest and was rewarded with a groan from the Boy of Steel as the contact caused a burning hot erotic charge to erupt on his chest. In one smooth motion, Superboy let his hands fall to his sides and looked down at the hand sitting upon his chest. “Uhhhh… please… touch…”

A big smile spread over the face of the boss as he realised some of the power this rock possessed. He quickly hung the pink synthetic kryptonite around the muscular neck of Superboy. He lifted his hand away from the Chest of Steel and was rewarded with a whimpering and moaning sound from the young hero as he gave a pleading look. “Urgghhh… god… please… touch me…”

Hoping to attract their attention, the young hero brought his arms up to his sides and flexed his impressive biceps. “Do you want to feel my super guns?”

At a nod from the boss, two of the crew moved beside Superboy and proceeded to rub and squeeze the steel like muscles, causing him to moan with delight. “Ohhh… thank you… uhhhh… feels so good…”

A further nod caused two more of the men to kneel down and run their hands up and down the spandex clad legs of Superboy, while also caressing the Buns of Steel.

The moaning from the young hero increased and the boss could see precum on the red briefs plus the outline of the hardening shaft of steel.

“Do you want me to hold your shaft, Superboy?”

The young hero nodded weakly but a frown crossed his features as the boss gently grazed his hand against the bulge and added, “No. You have to ask, Superboy.”

The young hero’s mouth opened but he managed to fight back the words, and so the final gang member moved behind the hero and wrapped his arms around to place a hand on each pectoral and rub gently. At this, the final shreds of resistance evaporated and Superboy quickly responded. “Please, please, hold my cock.”

A single eyebrow was raised in response and Superboy quickly understood his error and corrected himself. “Please sir, please, hold my… Shaft of Steel.”

The boss admired the view as the mighty Superboy stood before him with his entire body – encased as it was in tight fitting spandex – flexed for the enjoyment of he and his men. He removed the yellow belt and savoured the feeling of the tight stomach and abs.

The boss then dragged the red briefs down, allowing the hard cock to bounce free. As he took in the Shaft of Steel the boss could not help but chuckle at its diminutive 4 inch stature, causing a new pained look to spread over the face of the Superboy.

“Oh Superboy, I presumed it was still growing. I must say I was expecting that you would be packing a lot more ‘Super’ in those briefs of yours.”

The Teen of Steel felt his cheeks burning red with the heat of shame and fought back tears of humiliation. The boss made sure to quickly take some photos of the sexy young hero in all his glory.

Superboy had learned from an early age that his manhood was much smaller than other guys and so had always been sure to hide his cock in the change room. “I… uhhh.. err…” having never been exposed in front of another person before, this confrontation of his shame and humiliation was a completely new experience for the young hero. But he was desperate for the men to continue touching his body. “I’m sorry sir. I know my… Shaft of Steel… is small.” He gulped before continuing. “But please sir. Please continue to worship my body. I need it. And please sir, please hold my cock. I need to feel you stroking it sir.”

Superboy had a momentary flash of insight and continued, “I know it is small sir, but it is still my Shaft of Steel and Balls of Steel,” he added proudly. “You can abuse them if that would please you sir.”

For all its small stature, the boss had to concede it was a nice-looking cock. It curved up as it moved away from the groin of Superboy, making for a nice – if small – handhold. Testing this, the boss wrapped his hand around the shaft and squeezed, eliciting a new moan of ecstasy from the young superhero and creating a small jet of precum to ooze out.

“Ahhhhh,” sighed Superboy as he felt the hand close around his aching cock. “Thank you, sir. That feels so good sir.”

The hand was quickly removed however as the boss was keen to test the invulnerability of both the shaft and the balls. He started to slap the shaft, making the little member bounce around and for the young hero to gasp in pleasure. Maintaining his slapping on the shaft, the boss added smacks for the balls of steel, which hung tight and close to the base of the shaft.

Far from causing pain, the Boy of Steel was clearly euphoric at the attention. He was groaning audibly and he freely leaked precum. Feeling enjoyment at this control and abuse of the young hero, the boss quickly grabbed a baseball bat from the back of the van and proceeded to swing it like a golf club up into the balls. The bat connected with a solid thud with no change to the face of Superboy. In fact he spread his legs out wide to invite further attention.

The boss could feel his own excitement rising and he proceeded to swing strike after strike into the exposed balls and shaft of Superboy. Each swing was met with a satisfied groan from the young hero and an occasional, “thank you sir,” or “more please, sir.”

Finally the boss felt himself grow weary from the exertion and examined the groin of the hero, noting that all his efforts had caused no damage at all. Superboy merely moaned in ecstasy as his balls and shaft were held and explored.

These powerful sensations were completely new to the young hero, greatly enhanced as they were by the effects of the pink rock. Superboy had started to show off different muscle groups, moving through poses for the benefit of the men. The generally shy and reserved young hero found that he could not get enough attention from these men and craved new ways to please them.

“Do you like my body sir?” he asked almost timidly. “I am sorry that my Shaft of Steel is disappointing to you, but I hope my super body pleases you.”

The boss could feel the desire to be worshipped and controlled emanating from the hero. He wrapped his hand around the still hard Shaft of Steel and started a very slow stroking motion.

“Thank you, sir!” exclaimed Superboy as he felt the large hand wrapped around his small member and spurted even more precum. “Your touch feels so good, sir.” The Boy of Steel felt a tightening in his balls accompanied by a growing need to cum. Glancing down at his balls he noticed that they were much larger than usual. “Ughhh… arghhh. Sir, I really need to cum.”

Instinctively the hero’s hand moved toward his shaft but the boss shook his head simply, saying, “uh uh hero. You don’t get to touch yourself now.” To emphasize the point all the criminals instantly withdrew their hands, removing the sensations of touch which he so badly craved.

“Arghhhh!” he cried, the absence of their touch almost akin to a feeling of pain washing across his body. “Yes sir! Of course, sir,” panted the Boy of Steel as he immediately resumed flexing for his audience. “Please sir, please feel my muscles!” he cried in desperation. Superboy knew that this self-debasement was completely out of character and he should just fly away, but the need to be worshipped and groped by these men was overwhelming and he thought he might pass out if he didn’t cum soon.

At a nod the hands resumed their caress of the hapless young hero. He cupped the mighty Balls of Steel and played with them in his hands. The sensation on his smooth balls was heavenly and Superboy just moaned his appreciation. A hand was placed on the back of his head and he did not even think to resist as he was bent forward or when his briefs were dropped around his booted ankles.

The boss alternated between rubbing the balls and slow, sensual stroking. Given the fact that Superboy was quite young, and clearly inexperienced sexually, he did not want the heroic teen to blow his load too quickly. “Tell me Superboy, has anyone ever held your little Shaft of Steel before?”

Superboy again felt his cheeks blush at the mention of his diminutive member but shook his head, “no sir. You are the first to ever see my Shaft of Steel.” He paused before he added, “I have always been embarrassed by its small size, but it feels so good when you hold it, sir. Thank you.” To emphasize his appreciation, the hero flexed and held poses across his major muscles, making them like solid steel for the men.

“Very nice, Superboy.” As he continued the gentle stroking, the boss placed a hand on the now exposed and flexed ass of Superboy and felt the amazingly hard buns, rubbing them gently. He ran a single finger down into the crack between the two mounds and said, “now relax Superboy.”

A small voice screamed an alert in his mind, but Superboy was a slave to these feelings and relaxed his ass, nodded and murmured, “yes, sir.”

The finger slid down until the boss could feel the tight puckered asshole of the young hero. Believing it would be practically impossible to enter that opening he merely played with the hole and massaged it, causing the teen superhero to moan and shake his hips.

Superboy thought he was going to go crazy from the stimulation and the effects of the pink kryptonite. “Please sir, I beg you, please make me cum.”

“Good boy,” came the response and was accompanied by an increase to the pace of the stroking.

“Ughhh, thank you sir. Your hand feels so good on my shaft.” He continued to move and flex his muscles, “And my body. I hope my muscles make you happy sir.”

The hero was now completely lost to the feelings rolling across his body and could think of nothing other than his desire to impress these men and of his need to blow his load. As the stroking continued to increase in pace, his body started to twitch uncontrollably. Superboy moaned and groaned as he felt the feeling build in his balls and the base of his shaft. “Ughhhh… Oh sir… ahhhhhh…” he trailled off briefly. “Please, may I cum sir?”

“Good boy. You may cum now Superboy,” replied the boss.

Within seconds the body of the young hero spasmed as a powerful orgasm rocked across it. The small shaft shot out a large load which went more than 20 feet in the air before falling to the ground far in the distance. Superboy could feel sweat beading on his brow and bucked his hips as the stroking continued on his highly sensitive head.

As the hero blew his load, it went unnoticed that the pink kryptonite stopped glowing, and Superboy felt his mind quickly clearing of the cloudiness and distracting urges.

“Quite a big load out of that little Shaft of Steel, Superboy,” said the boss as he continued to hold the cock of the Boy of Steel in his hand. “I think maybe it’s time for us to christen your costume, hero. How about we cover you in our cum, Superboy?”

As the cloud lifted from his mind, the young hero was hit with the impact of his recent actions. For a few moments he stood in a daze, his cock still held in the grip of the boss as it softened and shrank to an even smaller size. As he processed the events his shock turned to anger which he directed at the criminals.

Launching himself into the air to hover above the group he looked down on them with eyes glowing red. Ripping the pink kryptonite from around his neck he dangled it before him. “I don’t know how you made this foul thing, but it won’t be helping you any more.” He squeeze his powerful fist causing the pink rock to shatter, sending shards flying.

Belatedly, the Boy of Steel realised his oversight, and quickly pulled his briefs back up and repositioned his belt to once again appear mighty and awe-inspiring to the criminals.

The gang scrambled to make an escape but they had no hope against super powered Teen of Steel. Within moments he had bundled them into their getaway van and flew it to the Smallville police station to drop them all off. Not wanting to hang around and relive the story of his humiliating defeat, he quickly made his exit.

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