Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2020 14:39:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: superman - recaptured and broken - installment 2

Now a resident of Metropolis, "Adam"  did keep in touch with the various
law enforcement officials he had worked with originally.  He simply could
not stay undercover as Clark Kent anymore, now that Luthor had blown open
the old secret identity he had maintained for so long.
LUTHOR!  It had seemed, to Superman, that he had one purpose:  to capture
and to dominate him.  There had been close calls until that last one when
Luthor had succeeded.  Superman had been his captive, and his sex slave
for - how long ?  Four months?  Six months?  He tried to push it out of
his mind.  Luthor had kept him helpless with various devices that
incorporated small amounts of green kryptonite - not enough to harm, but
enough to weaken.  More importantly, enough to let Superman know who was
in charge:  it was Luthor.

There was the collar.  It was enough to weaken Superman so that he was at
90% of his powers.  Fine for fighting crime, but not enough to fight off
Luthor's superior weaponry and skills in domination.
Then there was the "K ring" as Luthor called it.  He had slipped it over
Superman's cock, right up at the top.  It fit tight, and touching it
would cause pain to Superman.  Luthor was the only one who had
authorization to take it off, and he took it off only when he wanted an
edging or milking session with the Man of Steel.  When he was fucking
Superman, or getting his cock sucked, the ring stayed on because  "subs
don't need to get erections when they're serving their Masters."  One of
Luthor's favorite things to do, was to tie Superman up, either in a
chair, for oral sex, or face down, on a platform, for anal sex.  He used
Superman almost every day - after the first two weeks of torturing him,
until he finally surrendered and agreed to be Luthor's sub.

That two weeks:  it would come up , over and over in Superman's sleep:
the kryptonite nipple clamps,  The kryptonite rope hogties, all of it.
The kryptonite would reduce his power to resist, and he became just an
ordinary man, with an ordinary man's weaknesses:  sensitive nipples,
sensitive ears, a sensitive neck.  And, embarrassingly, a love of having
Luthor's tongue up his ass.  THAT was the step that pushed him over the
edge of submission:  the night when Luthor spread eagled, him, naked. He
had  teased Superman's cock for two hours before he spread his legs, and
beginning probing with his tongue, before doing more than delicate
thrusts.  With his legs in the air, Luthor's tongue in his ass, and
Luthor's fingers on his nips, Superman finally yielded.

"YOU WIN LUTHOR.  I SUBMIT.  I SUBMIT."  Luthor chuckled.
"You will refer to me as Sir, or Master from now own, superbottom.  Am I
clear?"
Wincing at the words,  but feeling Luthor's finger at his balls, superman
had sighed  "yes sir."
Sometimes, when he was at Luthor's lair, Luthor would make him change his
jersey with the large "S" on it, to one with a small "s", and a big "L"
atop it.  It was humiliating.  Luthor was going to make him wear it on a
mission, before the police made a breakthrough, and raided the
headquarters.

Superman remembered that, because in another moment of humiliation, he
couldn't help the police force.  He was strapped down in Luthor's
basement, hooked up to a milking machine.  Luthor was forcing him to
watch a film of his ass being fucked by Luthor, with superman yelling for
more, BEGGING for more.  He resisted, but in the machine, his cock grew
larger and larger, and was at the point of climaxing when a guard rushed
in.

"MR LUTHOR.  WE'VE HAD A BREACH.  IT'S THE POLICE FORCE.  ABOUT 300."
Luthor smiled at superman.
"Unfortunately, we will not have a chance to complete this: TODAY."  He
ran his hand over superman's bare chest, and circled a nip.
"But I will be back for you, Man of Steel.  Rest assured.  Destiny says
you will be my sub, and destiny will not be denied."

There was an escape vehicle directly outside the quarters, and that is
where Luthor and about six of his deputies ran off too.  Superman was
left tied to the milking machine, and the police force found him in a
very compromising position:  his hips pumping as his semen went through
the tubes into a reservoir, with the film above them.

When they searched the headquarters, that's when they found the clothes,
and the identification connecting Superman to Clark Kent.  Of course, it
hit the papers that day.  There was very little Superman could do.
Even a superhero can be traumatized, and it took a few weeks for Superman
to "get back on his feet"  after this.  Then he sat down with the police
Commissioner and the mayor to decide what to do.  The ultimate decision
was that Superman would find a new identity - one he wouldn't tell them -
and he would make sure that they still had the means to contact him for
an emergency.  He moved to Metropolis, and started his new life.

Adam Randall was blond:  it took Superman some time to get used to the
wig he used.  He also had blue eyes.  That was easy:  contact lens took
care of that.  He also now had a tattoo.  That  WASN'T his choice:
Luthor had tattooed him while he had him as a prisoner.  There was now a
circle of barbed wire running around his ample bicep.  The mayor's press
team had developed a story for it:  it meant that he was constantly
escaping boundaries.
He DID get rid of the kryptonite nipple ring that Luthor had installed on
his right tit.  That was NOT easy to get out, and it was painful.  The
wound healed up, once he had his powers back fully.

He picked a "cover" as far away from a newspaper reporter as he could
think:  he became a personal trainer.  It was convenient.  It meant he
didn't have to hide his musculature, and it was actually an advantage ,
something that didn't need explaining the way  "A BUFF city reporter?"
always needed explaining, especially when  "I have good genes" wasn't
enough for the interlocutor.   No one questioned a personal trainer's
biceps or lower legs.  Nor did anyone think twice if he had to cancel an
appointment at the last minute.  It was something people expected from
their trainers.  He continued to go on calls from the Commissioner and
the Mayor.  There had been no sign of Luthor, and that was a cause of
concern, for everyone:  they knew something was brewing in that evil
mind.

And in fact there was.  Primary on his mind was finding Superman.  Law
enforcement would have given a lot to have Luthor's network:  he was
receiving information from everywhere, and before long, he had the
information he wanted on Superman's new identity.  That turned out to be
the easier part of his plan.  Subduing Superman a second time, however,
would require kryptonite.  He had not been able to seize any of the
kryptonite he had collected over the years when the police force found
his headquarters.  Yes, he had "feelers" out, both terrestrially,
and extraterrestrially.  It took nearly six months, but eventually, he
had just enough to make the items he felt he needed for phase 1: the
recapture of Superman.  Once he had him,  he would continue to acquire
kryptonite, so that he could use it as he needed it.

He used the kryptonite he had acquired to make more rope.  And if he
remembered correctly, the way superman had moaned when the kryptonite
nipple clamps had been applied to him was... exquisite.  He also
formulated a butt plug with  a small amount of kryptonite in it, a cock
ring, and finally, the most important part of this new plan, a plain,
silk cloth, laced with kryptonite, and capable of absorbing chloroform.
He was ready.


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Adam/superman got back to his apartment after a day at the gym.  He
hadn't changed, so he was still in his tank top, and his white workout
pants.  One of the most difficult part of this job, was simulating sweat
during the workouts.  He had found a chemist who had compounded a skin
cream which, when exposed to the bright lights of the gym, would "weep."
He kept a bottle of it in his gym bag all the time.  All he needed were
suspicions to start from the question  "don't you ever sweat?"  It had
dried on the walk home, so there was no need to shower, or anything like
that.  He put the bag down, and stopped: he felt a slight tingling in the
apartment.  It was the tingling he felt when he was exposed to small
amounts of kryptonite.  WEIRD.  Was it just an overreaction to the
workout?
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" Adam tried to scream as Lex applied the kryptonite
cloth to his nose and mouth.  He reached up to pull it away, but the
kryptonite was already draining his strength.
"Go ahead superman. Fight it all you want.  Fight it HARD.  The harder
your fight, the harder you breathe, the more chloroform you'll take in,
and the faster I can move to the next step of reclaiming what's mine. HA
HA HA HA HA."
"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph"  he was weakening.  How did Luthor find him?  How
did he get pass the doorman?  That was the last thing Superman thought
before he blacked out.
When he woke again, he was on his side on his bed.  His wrists had been
roped behind him, and he could feel the tingle of a kryptonite collar.
He felt it around his ankles too.  He couldn't scream, because Luthor had
put a lead covered plug gag in his mouth.
"FUCK."  He thought.  "He got me AGAIN"
That was, in fact, what Luthor was thinking
"It took me a while superman, but I KNEW I'd find you.  I think you did
too. "  Luthor had rolled superman onto his back and he saw the satisfied
smile run across his captor's face.
"MMMMPH.. MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH..."
"I'm sure you'll find the gag secure superstud.  In fact, I'm sure you'll
find everything secure.  Struggle if you'd like."
superman fought against the ropes, but rubbing up against kryptonite was
painful.  He found that the way to minimize the pain, was by staying as
still as possible.   Luthor reached up and pulled away the wig.
"You're cute as a blond, superman, but HOT with black hair.  Especially
that short cut.  HAH HAH HAH  HAH HAH. "
Superman's eyes blazed.  One of the things Luthor had done to him when he
was his prisoner, was to cut his curly hair to a very short, almost
Marine cut.  His hair became normal under the influence of kryptonite,
and it could be cut where it couldn't be before.  He had also sprouted
body hair, a fact which Luthor had exploited in weekly shaving sessions.

Luthor slid his hand under Superman's tank top, but didn't move up to his
nips.
"Why am I resting on formalities?  " He grabbed the tank top and tore it
in half.  Superman's upper body was totally exposed.  He liked that tank
top
"MMMMMMPH!!!!"
"Yes, you're right.  I should have remembered to take it OFF you before I
tied you up.  Just so excited to see you 'adam'  I forgot things."
Superman lay there, quietly.  Lex ran his hand around superman's hair and
face.
"I'm a bit disappointed superstud.  I thought we had an agreement, didn't
we?  Hadn't you agreed to be my sub?"  Luthor's voice rose as he asked
the question.  Superman looked at him and shook his head no.
"NO?  Oh, my misunderstanding.  Then I guess we'll have to take it from
the top.  Or, more to the point, YOU'LL have to take it from the top.  I
could SWEAR I worked you over until you surrendered.  Didn't that
happen?"
Superman's eyes were getting bigger.  He paused and hesitantly, shook his
head yes.
"YEAH.  I thought so.  I thought I heard you yelling  "NO MORE.  NO MORE.
I SUBMIT. "  He smiled.  "YES.  You're remembering it now.  Those very
sexy pants give everything away, superstud."   Superman could see that
yes, thinking about it had given him a woodie.
"But you're saying that no longer applies?"
Another shake of the head yes.
"So, I guess I have to start all over."  he smiled.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!!"
"No, no, Superman.  It's a lead gag.  No one is gonna hear you but me. So
I have to start all over.  That's fine with me."
"MMMMMMMPH"  superman shook his head NO again.
"Where do we begin?  Hmmm.  You know superman, last time around, we
established that you weren't ticklish right?  All of my efforts on your
pits, your ribs... useless." Again, superman was still.
"But you know what I didn't try?  YOUR FEET."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!!"  superman tried to scream as Luthor
grabbed his bound ankles.
"Now, finding out what I need to know, shouldn't take long..." He began
running his fingernails over Superman's soles.  The man of steel squirmed
to get free, but his strength was gone.  With his feet tied up, and
Luthor manhandling him like that, he could do nothing but squirm, and
laugh.
Luthor smiled.  "AH.  So we've learned something else.  " He stopped.
"Now, I could very easily get you to submit just by doing that.   But
that would be too easy.... WAY too easy when I have....  THESE."  He
pulled out the set of nipple clamps.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH.  "  now, Superman was shaking
his head violently no.
"I think we don't need the gag anymore, superstud.  You know what'll
happen if you piss me off."  He squeezed superman's crotch.  "DON"T YOU?"
A pained  "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH"  came out of superman, as Luthor
released the gag.
"Lex, why are you doing this?   "
"Because I've always wanted to have you COMPLETELY in my power superman.
And I did.  And I will again."
Superman pushed at the restraints.
"Please.  Can't we agree on something else?"
The only thing we're going to agree on right now, superman, is that those
nipples of yours, are VERY sensitive.'  Luthor was rubbing his thumbs
along each of superman's tits, and superman's cock was growing.
"LOOK AT THAT.  Now, imagine how painful that could be with the cockring
on."
"NO, PLEASE.  NOT THAT LUTHOR.  PLEASE... "
Luthor didn't answer.  He was busily nibbling on one of superman's
nipples as he squeezed the other one.
"OH FUCK.  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH   FUCK..." superman moaned  . Luthor had a
free hand and he kneaded superman's cock with it.  A drop of precum
stained his white gym pants.
"So... you wanna submit,  forego the nipple clamps my handsome stud?"
"I know what you wanna do to me. NO."
"HOKAY, stud..."  He rubbed the clamps over superman's nipples and the
tingle of kryptonite ran through superman's chest.
"Last chance."
"FUCK YOU."
Luthor closed the clamps on his nipples.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH... "  More precum started gathering around
superman's cock.
"Well, well... Something looks like it can used a bit of release. "
Luthor kept a firm grip on the clamps, while he pulled down the pants and
jock with his second hand.
"MY MY.  You may be harder now than you ever were the first time around,
superbitch."  Luthor started sliding his hand up and down superman's
cock, as he tugged on the chain.
"You remember the longest edging fun we ever had superbottom?"
He winced.  "It went on for a while."
"Just two hours.  So we have at least another hour and 50 minutes.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
"Well, you know how to end it superstud.  Just takes two words. "
When superman was quiet, Luthor twisted the clamps.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.  OH SHIT.  "
"Ha ha.  Now, look what I got.  I DID manage to grab this last time
around.  Specifically cut for your size."  Luthor pulled out the
cockring.  Now I can put this on, and then, that orgasm is REALLY gonna
hurt.
"NO, NO.  Don't do that.  Please.  Please.  If I submit, will you take
off the clamps?"
"I'll take them off, but I'm still gonna play with them."
"Are you gonna fuck me?"
"Probably.  But I'm still deciding. "
Superman didn't answer, and Luthor pulled the chain.  "In fifteen
seconds, I'm putting on the ring. "
superman moaned, he gritted his teeth.  He didn't want to, but....
"I give.  I surrender.  I submit."
Luthor put down the ring, but he didn't take off my clamps.
"You agree to be my sub slave?"
"Yes sir.  Yes Master Luthor.  I submit.  "
"Very well.  Your word is your oath.  You know that superman."
"Yes sir.  I do.  I submit."
Luthor grinned, and took off the clamps.
"Get your breath superstud.  I have plans for you and I will explain
them. "
"Yes sir.  I'll do what you say."
"Going forward, superbitch, it's gonna be like this.  I'm not gonna want
you every night, but when I want you, you're gonna make yourself
available." He smiled.  "I'm not making the mistake of keeping you
captive at my digs, but I will let you know where I want you, and when.
And you'll comply. Period."
"Yes sir.'
He smiled.  "Because if you don't... I'll destroy another secret
identity, and of course... since you'll be wearing a collar at different
strengths, and this..."  He slipped the ring on superman's cock.
"BASTARD"  slipped out of superman's mouth.  That got an immediate slap
to his balls.
"I"m sorry.  I'm sorry.  I meant  Thank You Sir."
"You will appear with me in public, as Adam.  When we are together, you
will appear to me as superman.  That's an easy one, is it not?"
"Yes sir.  I understand."
"Now I will not want your ass ever night, but since tonight represents
your reconquest, I am taking it.  Roll on your belly.
A shiver of fear went up and down superman's body.  Lex was thick, and
long, and exceptionally good at topping.  A SMACK to his ass told him he
was thinking too much, and he needed to roll over.  NOW.   His wrists
were still tied, and he felt Luthor hook his finger in his pants, already
halfway down, and pull them all the way down.
"SPREAD YOUR LEGS SUPERBITCH"
"GULP.  Yes sir.   "  superman remembered the first time Luthor had
fucked him.  It had hurt. It had hurt BAD.  But at the end of it, he was
hard.  He begged for permission to cum, and instead, Luthor had hooked
him to a milking machine.  No machine tonight, but the cock ring hurt.
He felt the tip of Lex's cock at his asshole.
"Hasn't been used since me, huh, supervirgin?"
"No Sir.  No one's touched it."
"Well, I'm gonna do more than touch it.  BITCH.."  He slid a good part
of  his cock in, as he moved Superman's hips up slightly.
"Hold that position.  It makes it much easier to get a good angle..."  He
rammed all the way in, and superman felt the cock that had kept him
prisoner, taking him prisoner again.  It began to slide back and forth.
"DAMN I missed your pretty ass."    superman grunted. He didn't want to
admit he missed Luthor's cock, but he did.  He felt something.. odd.  Was
that a ring at the end of Luthor's cock.  Had he been pierced ? It made
the fucking even more intense.
"OH GOD LUTHOR.  I mean SIR.   YES.  FUCK ME  FUCK YOUR BOY.  FUCK HIIM.
"
"Tonight I'm taking superman.  Next time, it'll be Adam."
"Yes sir.  Take me any way you like.  Just TAKE ME.  " He felt Luthor
come all the way out, and then plunge all the way in again.
"OH DAMN.  OH SIR, you're making me so.... so fucking horny."
"Ha ha ha.  Now I bet you wish you didn't have the cockring on."
"That's true Sir. "
"Such is life."  He smacked both of superman's ass cheeks, as he power
fucked him, driving in deep, and hard.  Then he began speeding up, the
base of his cock slamming against Superman's ass.  It seemed to go on
forever, until he heard the high pitched sound Luthor made when he came.
He could feel the jizz running into him.  He hoped Luthor hadn't been
taking that serum he took for a while.  It metabolized in his serum into
an aphrodisiac.  superman was hard until it had passed  - which was never
before Lex deposited another load.
Luthor smiled and rolled him over.
"Know what?  We're gonna test whether pleasure overcomes pain.." He put
his hand around superman's ringed cock. He began to stroke.
"I wonder if I should get you pierced like me?  God that'd be HOT."
Superman was wincing.  The kryptonite burned and it was competing with
the blissful feeling of his hard on.  He had always had mixed feelings
about being Lex's slave.  The sex?  Great.  Being overpowered?  His cock
just got harder.  But the control over his life?  He hated that.  This
time would be different.  What did he have in  mind.
Luthor's mouth was on his ear.  "I can't WAIT to show off my new
boyfriend Adam the Trainer to my friends. Show them how subservient he
is.  How he grovels at my feet. "
Superman remembered how Lex used to make him crawl on the floor, lick his
boots, let him grind his feet into his chest.  It all came back, and he
forgot the pain of the ring, as Lex brought him off.
"Well, I think that was a wonderful reunion.  Don't you superstud?"
Superman knew better than to argue.
"Yes Sir.  I'm glad to be back together."
"I'll be spending the night, superbottom.  I'll leave tomorrow, but
you'll be getting instructions."  He left a small phone on the table.
"You'll get them here.  Don't lose it. "
"No sir."
When he was Luthor's prisoner the first time,  he always bound
superman's  wrists at night, with a stretch of a rope with a small amount
of kryptonite in it.  He did that now.  Then he pulled superman into
him:  Lex was taller than superman, and he fit into Lex's body like a
missing piece of a puzzle.
"This is gonna be great superslave. Just wait and see.
"Yes sir."