Date: Wed, 23 Dec 2020 17:29:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Superman recaptured and broken  - installment 1

DISCLAIMER: This story has no connection to the character of Superman
whatsoever, except for inspiration.  There is no connection to any
printed,  televised,  or any other form of programming, entertainment, or
information whatsoever. It is COMPLETELY  from the author's mind.
Characters may be the same, but the author is unaware of any of the
characters performing in any way akin to those of this story.

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Adam Randall was Superman.  Now, wait, you may ask.  Didn't you grow up
with stories of Clark Kent, in Gotham City, working for the Daily Planet,
with folks like Perry White, Lois Lane, Jimmy Olson, and all those guys?
He was constantly fighting villains, most usually Lex Luthor as Luthor
schemed for domination of Gotham, then the state, then the country, then
the world.
He never succeeded: Superman bested him every time.  At least as far as
the public knows.  For indeed, there were a few times when, had there not
been intervention, Superman's unbeaten record  was soiled.

It was one of those incidents, not well known, that led to the change.
Superman had left Gotham on the sly, and had established himself in a
City about 200 miles away, under a different name, and in a different
job.  He had to: Luthor had discovered his identity, after he had
captured Superman.

Luthor had never put the capture of Superman at the top of his list. He
had directed interests in the accumulation of power, and wealth, however
he accomplished this.  Superman, if he got in the way, was simply to be
dealt with as any other impediment:  eliminate him. When it was clear
that Superman WOULD be a problem, Luthor  turned his considerable
knowledge, and the knowledge of those who worked for him, to preparing
lethal, kryptonite weapons for use if Superman interfered.  There were a
few, but not man chances for him to try these out.  Superman usually
managed to figure out the thinking behind Luthor's planning, and could
stop it before it went too far.  The sequence became almost routine:
Luthor plotted, carried it out.   Superman intervened. A battle followed,
which went Superman's way, and Luthor either hightailed it out, avoiding
capture, or spending a short spell of time in prison, after which he
either escaped or an attorney - he employed the best - found a loophole
to get him out.

It dawned on him once, that perhaps he was going about this the wrong
way: this trying to destroy Superman.  It came, oddly enough, after he
had picked up a magazine one of his nieces had left while visiting. It
was typical teen poo, but there WAS an article on "Ten available
bachelors:  do you have a chance?"  Chuckling Luthor, who was gay, picked
it up and leafed through it.

"They're all too young for me..." he thought.. EXCEPT.  There was number
4:  Superman.  And number 8:  Clark Kent.  He spent a while looking at
those pictures.  They included a rare picture of  Superman, shirtless,
which showed off his six pack, and Kent, out of suit and tie,  doing
physical labor as part of a project to build a new orphanage in Gotham
City.  Luthor, like everyone else, knew of the friendship bond between
Kent and Superman.  Maybe his approach to eliminating Superman was not to
kill him, but to capture him- turn him into a prisoner.  As he looked at
the shirtless picture, the "Prisoner"  became  "sex bottom,"  "slave"
and "sub to my power. "  It went for concept , to idea, to obsession.
Now, the question was :  how to do this.

He decided that the key to getting to superman, was Kent.  And in order
to get to  Superman through Kent, he had to use something Superman would
find appealing.
Superman did a lot of charity work.  Setting up an event which brought
charity to the unfortunate, and Superman's name on the front of the Daily
Planet, were key.  Luthor gave it some thought, smiled, and called - but
he had his assistant , Mr. Jackal, do the call.

"Mr Kent, you'll have to excuse the call.  I am Leo Jackal, and I run a
charity organization called  "Feed the Kids."   Our goal is, simply,
making food more available to a generation of kids who are not getting
enough to eat.  And we also want to involve a section of the population
who studies show do not give.  Young male adults.  So we wanted to set up
a wrestling tournament.  Superman takes on all comers:  you wanna wrestle
with Superman, it's  100.00.  If you want to watch, the ticket is 40.00.
All proceeds go to "Feed the Kids."  I apologize for dumping this on you
Sir, because you surely have a lot on your plate, but I didn't have any
other way to reach Superman, and thought you could help.

Clark laughed to himself.  "Well, thank you for the proposal, Leo, I will
see if I can get Superman on board, and I'll let you know.  Can you give
me an afternoon?
"I'm in your hands"
"I'm glad to be there.  Here's my number.  Please let me know when you
have a decision. "

As they got off the phone, Leo turned to Lex.
"I think they took the bait."
Indeed, Superman HAD.  Clark did some investigating and found the charity
up and up.   Their return of monies that had been donated was on the high
side, and he could see no reason not to do this.  He had no idea how much
money it would bring in but every dollar was a  help to the kids.  Kent
called later thaf afternoon.

"Leo, it's Kent.  I got in touch with Superman and he's delighted with
the possiblity.  Can you give us more particulars about where and when,
and we'll make this work.
"THANK YOU Clark.  I appreciate it.  Now, one other point.  These
wrestling matches will all be on the up and up.  College wrestling
rules.  Some of the men who would like to complete have offered to pay
upwards of 15,000 for a match where, well, shall we say ,  PRO rules
apply.  That would take place after the regular tournament,at another
part of the arena. Can Superman get into that?\.\\\
Clark laughed.  He wouldn't have any problems with this:  he just didn't
want children to see cheating in the ring.

No more than six, I think, but we can do that."
GREAT.  A done deal."
Lex smiled when he was informed.  There would only be one.   At a
"training rink"  apart from the main one.  He  had done the science.  a
kryptonite knob at the top of each corner of the ring:  not enough to
immoblize Superman on its own, but the waves from each knob would be
sufficient to create a situation where the overall strength would make
him weak, and helpless.

The date and time of the meet were set up.  Luthor was thrilled:  he
would have superman.  At Last.

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The "true"  event went precisely as everyone expected.  Full house, and
many people lining up for a chance to wrestle: "SUPERMAN"
 Superman/Clark loved these events.  No one had a chance, and everyone
knew it, but there wasn't a person in the house who didn't smile when the
five year old gave it his all.  Or the 17 year old.  Or the twin girls,
about 19, who tried as well.  Between tickets and the money for
registration, the event cleared 10,000.  easily.  The big money was still
to come - at least that's what Superman THOUGHT.

Clark came out first.  He was casual:  blue jacket, open white shirt,
jeans, no glasses.
"GREAT MATCH Leo.  GIve me  ten minutes while I get Supes ready for the
next matches. Downstairs?
"Yes.  Steps to the right.  We'll see you downstairs."
While Clark went off to "prep"   Superman,  Luthor was downstairs, fixing
the last of the four kryptonite heads on the poles of the ring.  His
wrestler, whom he simply called "Griff,"  was a big, half human creature
he had bought from a slave vendor.  Griff was ridiculously strong and had
no sense of sympathy, or heart.  He was PERFECT for the match.    They
had it worked out:  Griff would immoblize Superman, and then Lex would
come out, and get to work.  He had plans to take Superman home with him
that night, willingly or, even better, not.

When Superman came down the stairs, he felt the tell tale tingle of a
small does of kryptonite. Not enough to be a problem, but it was there.
He didn't draw the connection to the green tops of the poles in the
match.
"Yeah, back in the old days, when they made these things right, they used
copper.  No one thought that in a wet basement, this could happen.
Anyway, here's your first competitor tonight, GRIFF.  He's put up 15
grand, so have at it. "

They got into the ring, and Superman noticed that the tingling changed.
If he got close to the poles, it was weaker, but as he moved to the
center, the tingling almost became painful.  What was going on?  He
checked Griff and didn't see any tell tale signs of kryptonite.  That's
when he began to think that the poles may have been green for more than
copper.  He tried to dance away from the center, but every time he
clinched Griff,  Griff dragged him into the center.  This guy was GOOD.
Superman couldn't quite figure out a way to drag Griff into a section of
the ring where he had an advantage, and in the center of his ring, he had
very little of his super strength.

Griff threw Superman into the ring ropes, but not hard enough to bounce
off.  He was on him in seconds, and soon had his arms locked up in the
first two ropes, and his legs in ropes three and four.
"HEY.  What's going on here?"  Griff began to get out of the ring, but
not before he had delivered  a solid back kick to  Superman's solar
plexus, that left him in some pain.  He pulled at the ropes:  they
weren't moving.  Then he saw a green threat  running through the center
of the rope.
"LUTHOR"  He was behind it.
"I SHOULD  HAVE KNOW.  YOUR MARK WAS ON THIS FROM POINT 1."
"Ha Ha.  Yes, superstud, you should have.  But you fell right into the
trap." Superman pulled at the ropes.  Nothing moved.
"What do you want?  There's nothing here to steal."
"Au contraire Superman.  There is MUCH to steal:  to capture.  He stands
in front of me, helpless."
"WHAT THE..."
"Ha  ha... One minute.  Restrained like that, I can  have my way with
you."    Luthor came closer, and produced a green necklace type of chain
that he applied to Superman's neck.  Whatever strength Supes had left,
was gone.  He sagged in the ropes.
"Now you see, Superman, you'll be coming with me tonight, and I shall
'explore' you a bit more thoroughly.  I may decide to make you my slave,
I may decide to make you m sub... Or I may try to sell you to another
bidder.  But that's all for later.  For now, we'll be finding out  how we
control a superman.." He smiled.  "Physically,"  and he ran his fingers
along Superman's nipples.  He saw Superman wince.
"AH.  I think we've found one way.  Isn't it a shame that I neglected to
bring clamps with me.  I'll have to lead you out, simply, but the chain
around your neck.
"FUCK YOU LUTHOR  I'm not going."
"Oh yes you are Superstud."  Luthor produced a knife, which cut superman
out of the ropes.  He fell forward, weak as a kitten.  Lex grabbed his
arms, and bound his wrists with a rope that tingled.
"Yes, Superman.  I am WELL equipped with the latest kryptonite
technology.  Just enough to keep you in line, my sweet dark haired man.
"  He yanked superman to  his feet.  "And now, let's be off. "

"HEY SUPERMAN . AUTOGRAPHS. PLEASE.."  Somehow the kids had found where
he was.
"CURSES.  All that work down the drain.  " Lex smiled.  "I WILL be back,
superman.  And rest assured I will have you."  He flicked Superman's
nipples one more time, before he disappeared into the arena.

"Hey kids.  How about giving Superman a break here.  It's a GOOD thing my
junior patrol was here.  I was in  REAL trouble.  Now, let's get me out
of this, so I can write something for each of you. "
The delighted kids stayed around for about an hour.  When Superman had
recovered, he went back to where he had left the clothes he had worn as
Clark Kent that night.  They were gone.  Where could they be.
"Well, well, well. I do believe we have solved one of the great mysteries
of Gotham City.  No one will be surprised, but.. ha ha ha ha ha.  Thee ae
so many ways this can be used. "

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Clark/Superman had all but managed to get that incident out of his mind,
when the Police Precinct called Superman.
Commissioner Gorden was to the point as he always was.
"Superman, we need your help.  There's a large shipment of plutonium
coming into Gotham.  We have guards, and we have all the protection we
think we could give it, but... could you  maybe give us some back up?
"Say no more Commissioner.  Any thoughts as to who might be after it? "
"Well, yeah, and that's why I called you Superman.  We suspect Lex is
after it."
"Hmmm.  Nuclear armament is not something I associate with  him."
"Making money is, Superman.  If he's got a buyer..."
"Fair enough.  Let me know what you'll need."
While the Commissioner and Superman were planning this , Lex was smiling
at the latest development from the lab scientists:  a kryptonite gel:
cool to the touch, at body temperature, it disintegrated into a thick
paste.  Warm water would get it off, but..."
When Superman got to the warehouse where the plutonium was stored, it was
eerily quiet.  There were supposed to be 5 guards, but he didn't see any
of them.  He focused hard, using his super hearing, and he heard muffled
sounds from behind a door. He got closer, used his vision to see if there
were any hidden traps, and when he found none, went in.  Three of the
guards were tied up and gagged in the room.  The ropes were secure, so
were the gags.  Had he not used his hearing, he would never have found
them.

"You guys ok?  How long you been like that?
"About an hour Superman. Bald guy came through.  Nailed each of us
separately. Took the two younger ones back further.  Straight line.  Odd,
because he never asked about the plutonium, which is elsewhere."
"Bald guy.  Young guards.  " Superman thought to himself.  "Slave ring.
It's Lex. He's not interested in the plutonium at all !  He wants the
flesh.
"LEX  I'm here.  YOU KNOW I'M THE ONE YOU WANT.  LET THE GUYS GO. "
He heard a chuckle, and then he saw Lex come out with the other two
guards.  They may have been 27.  They WERE scared.
"I'm not sure anymore Superman.  These are lovely boys.  Their asses seem
nice and tight.  Do you boys work out.?  When he got no answer, he pulled
their bound arms up to the point where they hurt.  They whimpered, and
shook their head yes.
"If you're superman, you don't have to worry about working out.  But of
course, you have other worries.  CATCH SUPERMAN."  Lex tossed the ball of
gel to Superman who , thinking it might have been explosives, grabbed
it.  It DID explode, all over him.  It got on his exposed skin, under his
costume,  everywhere.  It was on his hands, so when he tried to wipe it
away, he just spread it.  The pain was coursing through his body, as he
fell to his knees.
"LUTHOR YOU BASTARD . YOU PLAN TO KILL ME. "
"Absolutely not Superman. Absolutely not..."  He stepped over, rolled
Superman on his back and put his boot on his chest.  Superman was
helpless . He whined.
"What do you want?"
"Your cooperation, Superman.  If you do what you're told, I'll get this
off of you in sufficient time to preserve  your life.  "
"I"ll cooperate.  What?
"First, you will eliminate your costume.  Immediately.  I cannot wash the
gel out of that."
Weakly, superman stripped.  "Rest assured I have something suitable for
you to wear, ha ha ha."    Now, let's get that gel off of you."  He
helped Superman to an industrial shower, where he bound his wrists above
his head, with some of the kryptonite rope Superman had already
experienced. He turned on the water, and superman felt his strength
returning, but he also felt restrained by the ropes.  He was strong, but
helpless.
"I told you I would make sure you were ok,  superman.  All you had to do
was obey.  That will be our m.o.  f rom now on.  He turned off the water,
and superman saw the familiar green collar.  Luthor locked it around his
neck while he was still tied to the pipe.
"NOW I can untie you.  See, the secret to handling you Superman, as I
have learned, is to ALWAY exploit one of your weak spots. Like these.."
He squeezed Superman's nipples and Supes winced.
"DON"T DO THAT LUTHOR  PLEASE."
"Ha ha.  I'll do what I want . You belong to me now.  You and... Clark
Kent do."
Superman gulped, as Luthor handed him the clothes from the wrestling
show.
"How did you know?"
"You left these behind when you changed.  And no one has ever seen the
two of you together.  " He patted his head.  "This brain works very
quickly, Superman, formerly known as Clark.
Superman dressed.  Then, in addition to the collar, Lex roped his wrists
behind him.
"Let's go.  We have an interesting night ahead of us.
He opened the door so that the three other guards could get their bound
comrades."

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Luthor dragged Superman/Clark into a room that seemed to be a cross
between a lab and a bedroom.  The Kryptonite collar was strong enough to
drain any resistance Superman might have had, and he was soon chained to
a platform, naked.
"What are you going to do to me,  BASTARD"  Superman gritted his teeth,
and squirmed.
"It is very simple Superman.  I am going to make you my bitch . I am
going to fuck you.   But only after you BEG me to do so.'
"NOT HAPPENING.. OH SHIT...'   Luthor was massaging superman's nipples,
and he could feel his cock growing.
"Well look at that!  I might be afraid of a super orgasm, but this one?
I don't think so."  Superman may have been endowed with tremendous
powers.  he was NOT endowed with a tremendous cock.
"But look how it grows.  These are clearly a way to control you,
superman."
Breathng hard, superman gasped out.  "Please stop.  I'm not gay.  I'm
not."
"Ha ha.  EVEN BETTER. Having a nice piece of straight ass.. especially
when.. I believe it is still VIRGIN."  Superman winced.  "This is quite a
coup. "  He grinned.
"Now, I know of your nipples, and I would be very happy to play with them
all night... I'm sure you'd prefer I didn't."
"You got THAT right, ASSHOLE"
"ha ha.  Asshole is a key word tonight.  But for now, we need other key
words.  Other hot spots."  He squeezed Superman's tits hard.
"WHERE ARE YOUR OTHER HOTSPOTS?"
"AGGGGGH.  Ok, ok. My ears.  My neck.  OH GOD MY NECK.  The back of my
knees.  My elbow crooks.  My inner thighs.."
"Are you perhaps ticklish Man of Steel?"
"I'm not.  You can try, but that one is a waste of your time."
Luthor smiled.  "Every man who says that, has ticklish feet.  We will
explore that.  But for now..."  Luthor dropped his clothes, and revealed
a body almost as developed as superman's.  He climbed on top.
"Your neck please."  Helpless, Superman complied, and began to whimper,
as Luthor began a long, gentle scruffing of his soft neck.  He moved his
teeth to Superman's ear.  He whispered.
"No one knows you are here, Superman.  NO ONE.  I could keep you here
forever.  "
"Please let me go.  PLEASE.  They'll look for me.  They'll look for
Clark.. They'll find you."
"Not if we take off.  So you have a choice:  you can submit to me, and
wear my collar, permanently, or you can remain my prisoner for as long as
I desire. "
"If... if I submit... what does that mean?"
"Ha ha.  It means you will have sex with me as often as I wish it, and
any way I wish it.  You will be tied up, frequently, and you will address
me as Master, or Sir.  And you will accompany me, as Clark, to various
functions."
Superman gulped, as Luthor continued to play his tits.
"Are you going to fuck me now?"
"As soon as I have your answer"  Superman looked down at his hardening
cock.  He felt Luthor's lips on his neck.  He had never felt this way
before.   And he had been taught, as a young age, that prisoners were
subject to their captor's wills.
"I... I  submit.  I'm your captive Sir Luthor.  Do with me as you will."
"Spoken like a true Kryptonian, slave Jorel.  HA HA HA HA HA."  He pulled
superman's meaty legs in the air.
"THERE IT IS.  Not just an asshole, not just a rosebud.  A cherry
blossom.  And I will have it."  He pressed his cock head against
superman's hole, and began sliding in.
The kryptonite had an impact.  Pain seared Superman's lower intestine,
but he bit his lip, and took it. Until he couldn't anymore.
"OH, GOD.  PLEASE SIR.  IT HURTS.  IT HURTS. "
Luthor said nothing, just smiled.  "GOOD.  It is payback for all the hurt
you have caused me." He continued to pound Superman's ass for a good ten
minutes.   Then... He blew a load in his captive.  He smiled.
"I should be kissing you after sex.  That will come. "  For now
though..."  He moved a small machine over to the table.
"What's that Sir?"
"We're going to milk your semen, Supercow.  It is undoubtedly valuable to
some, as we  shall find out. "
Superman fought valiantly not to shoot, but Luthor went back to his hot
spots, and worked them until he couldn't hold out anymore.  His orgasm,
full and thick, made Luthor smile.
"Let us see if I can make the sale."  He did.  As Luthor, and Superman
learned, there was a market for Superman's sperm

The next day, a story broke in the Daily Planet's competitor:  SUPERMAN
REVEALED AS CLARK KENT.   That, of course, did in Clark's career as a
newsman,  which was irrelevant anyway since, as Superman, he was Luthor's
prisoner.  Luthor would REDUCE the amount of Kryptonite in the collar if
there was a need for Superman to act, but... he had had his scientists
develop a small krytponite cage that he kept locked on Superman's cock
when he went out on a mission.  If he didn't return, the cage stayed on.
If he did, the collar went on and, sometimes, the cage went off.

This may have gone on for years, until the day someone reported on the
lab.  Luthor got away.  Most of his team were captured.  Superman, with
no cover in Gotham City, decided it was time to see what he could do
elsewhere.