【转载】被榨干的超人 (Superman Drained)

workmac · 發表於 2021-5-17 11:01

本帖最後由 workmac 於 2021-5-17 11:03 編輯

推荐语：这是 Gay Spiral Stories 网站上我非常喜欢的一篇。讲 Parasite 是如何一步步吸取超人的超能力、性虐待并最终榨干、肏射、彻底征服超人的。

原文链接：https://www.gayspiralstories.com/story/show/10001448

作者：Anonymised Stuff

如果反响好的话，会单开一贴尝试翻译。

workmac · 發表於 2021-5-17 11:05

本帖最後由 workmac 於 2021-5-17 11:10 編輯

Summary

Parasite has escaped from prison once again. Can Superman catch him before the leech kills any more people, or will the Man of Steel be dominated by the supervillain as well?

Superman’s brows furrowed. In his arms was a shrivelled prune of a man.

“Third time this week”, Superman reminded himself.

“And all of them fit, young men who had a bright future ahead of them, sir”, added a police officer.

Superman’s brows furrowed more. Only one person - one thing - could be behind this: Parasite. That power-draining mutant had somehow escaped from Stryker’s Island Penitentiary. Again. The Man of Steel made a mental note to speak to the Mayor again about increasing Metropolis’s funding for correctional services, and to convince Mr White to let him do an exposé on prison conditions in the city, and to remind himself how he defeated Parasite last time, and to warn Lois not to stay out alone at night, not that she’d listen…

“Sir, you may want to see this.”

Superman turned and walked to the officer, who was hunched over another dried-up man. “There’s unidentified purple liquid on this victim’ss clothes. From the splatter, it appears that the liquid was ejected occurred from around here”, analysed the detective, pointing at the ground between the legs.

“So now Parasite is a sexual deviant too”, Superman thought to himself. “Thank you, detective. Please let me know when the lab results on this purple liquid are out”, and with that, Superman shot into the night sky of Metropolis.

The next morning at the Daily Planet’s office, Clark Kent was hunched up and nose-deep in a hefty tome.

“Correctional Services Reform: Creating a Joint-Up Prison and Probation Service - seems like fascinating stuff, Kent”, said Lois as she leaned against Clark’s desk. Just as Clark opened his mouth with a come-back, a moustached, middle-aged man shouted “Kent!” across the sea of cubicles. After clumsily knocking down several piles of paper, a few pencil bottles and colliding face-first into a tutting tea lady, Clark finally reached the door with the brass sign reading “Perry White, Editor-in-Chief”.

"Kent, you look like you can do with a work out”, greeted Mr White, “As you know, more than half a dozen gym rats have been sucked dry by some sort of vampire over the past three weeks, and the police are as close to solving the case as they are to catching a real vampire! So I’m sending you down to this fancy-ass gym near Metropolis University to see if you can sniff out anything. You following, Kent?”

“Yes sir, but I’m working on this big piece on prisons. Perhaps you could send -” "Kent, just get your flat ass down to the gym. "Kent meekly left Mr White’s office and duly slid his “flat” ass down to Queensland Park.

“PUMP & FLEX”, glowed a bright neon sign right opposite the street from Metropolis University. To the Kansas farm boy staring at the red and purple sign, Pump & Flex sounded more like a title for a mediocre 80s gay porn film than a gym (not that our Mr Smallville was familiar with titles of mediocre 80s gay porn).

Taking a deep breath, Clark stepped into the gym. His nose slightly wrinkled at the sharp spicy mixture of sweat, axe body spray and testosterone.

“Hey man, welcome! Here at Pump & Flex, we have the trainers, programmes and facilities available to meet all your fitness needs. Let me walk you through our price package…” Clark turned to see a well-built young man wearing a bright red compression shirt. “PUMP & FLEX”, it read, boldly emblazoned across the man’s full chest.

Superman would have had no problem interacting with this enthusiastic young gentleman. Clark, on the other hand, - especially with his journalist mode turned off - struggled a little bit more. “Err… actually, I’d just like a place to exercise…”, mumbled Clark; even the phrase ‘working out’ seemed a little too jock-ish to just roll off his tongue.

Unfazed by (or perhaps unaware of) how uncomfortable the lanky grey-suited man in front of him looked, the young man beamed Clark a smile and continued, “Totally hearing you dude. So our 10-year membership is $999 a year. I know it sounds steep, but when you divide up by week, its just…” Too polite to interrupt Landon (or so the name tag on his stretched out compression shirt reads) a second time, Clark heard the man extol the benefits of a lifetime gym membership before settling for a simple one-month trial.

Landon insisted on taking Clark on a tour of the gym, but Clark feigned tiredness and turned him down. After changing into a long-sleeved grey sweatshirt and an equally loose-fitting grey sweatpants, the journalist scouted out the best running machine to observe the entire gym hall. From the reflection of the wall of mirrors in front of him, Clark could see most people were just alone doing their thing, with a few men in pairs taking turns spotting each other. Then in came a raucous group of frat bros who seemed to have started a grunting competition while doing bicep curls. Clark made a mental note to stay away from them.

workmac · 發表於 2021-5-17 11:10

Three uneventful days passed.

Clark could not help but feel like he had been sent on a fool’s errand. Sure, most of the victims were found near gyms, but they were spread across Metropolis. There must be hundreds, if not thousands, of gyms in the city. Why was he wasting his time here, when he could be spending time on his prison piece?

Stepping off the treadmill somewhat dejected, Clark made his way to the water cooler, where he could ‘accidentally’ spill some water on himself so it looked like he had been breaking a sweat. With his mind far away at Stryker’s Island Penitentiary, wondering how Parasite made his escape this time, Clark ran into a sweaty gym bro.

“Sorry”, mumbled Clark, glasses askew.

“What the fuck, nerd? Now I’ve got protein shake all over my shirt!”, a hirsute jock in a singlet shouted, raising a fist. Clark’s stomach sank as he recognised the reddening face. He was one of the fratty five from a few days ago.

“Dude, Chad! Chill!” Another frat bro — shorter, around 5’10, and with a more sinewy, runnner’s physique — jumped in between Clark and Chad.

“Fuck this. But if he better stay out of my way!”. Chad angrily stomped towards the locker room, three other lackeys trailing after him.

“Ignore Chad dude - he lost the state wrestling finals today and can’t make it to the national team this year”, laughed the blond runner, “he’s normally quite a friendly guy, just has a bit of a temper. I’m Randy by the way.” “I’m Clark”, Clark said, as he raised his hand to half-heartedly fist-bump Randy.

A few more uneventful days passed.

Uncharacteristic of him, Clark tried to broach the issue of his assignment to Pump & Flex with Mr White again. The editor would have none of it, “Kent. All you need to do is a little exercise after work. It’s not rocket science. The monster who’s been turning people into raisins clearly has a thing for young men. Where are the young men? College, Kent, college. Just scout around a few more days. If nothing comes up, then you can go back to sitting on your flat ass all day.”

That evening, Clark had a telephone interview with a former Stryker’s Island prison superintendent, and left the office later than normal. Clark wanted to go straight home, but Mr White deliberately walked by his desk as he was leaving to remind him to “hit the gym, Kent”. So once again, Clark dragged his feet to Pump & Flex, its neon sign shining even brighter against the setting sun.

As he pushed the door into the changing room, Clark knew this was not his day. One of the fratty five - Dirk, perhaps? - was spraying body spray all over his body like its perfume, while three others loudly laughed and joked around. Clark internally groaned as Randy met his gaze and started walking over to his corner of the room.

“Hey, man. Didn’t know you wear suits!”, Randy teased as he punched Clark in the right arm, “Damn dude, you sure look like a nerd, but that’s some solid build!”.

Clark replied with a perfunctory complement about how Randy was getting bigger too, only it did seem like the blond-haired bro was filling in his violet compression shirt quite well.

“Yo, Randy - you coming?”, yelled another jock from across the room. “I’ll see y’all later tonight!”, Randy yelled back. He then turned back to Clark and chatted about how he was going on a date later that evening. Clark nodded along politely as he changed into his grey exercise uniform (careful not to expose his supersuit underneath of course).

“Guess I’ll see you and Chad and everybody else around”, Clark said, half a foot around out the door. Randy finally got the hint, and replied, “Sure thing man! Don’t expect seeing Chad around though - apparently he got injured from training and is resting at home!”

For the next hour, Clark absent-mindedly stared into the reflection of an emptying - then emptied - gym. Deciding to call it a day, he got off the treadmill.

“Help!”, Clark heard. He dismissed it as a sign of his brain begging for something a little more stimulating, but then he heard it again. It was a quiet shout - too soft to be heard by a human’s ear, but just loud enough for the Kryptonian to make out approximately where it was coming from.

“Help!”

Clark’s ears prickled. He rushed out into the lobby, then down another corridor. The door to a janitor’s storeroom was ajar. He opened it, and there he was, Landon, face down, pants down. Lines of purple on Landon’s red uniform all led to the receptionist’s shrivelled behind.

“Parasite!”, Clark angrily thought, his fits tightening.

“Clark?!”

Clark turned to see Randy, shaking and out of breath.

“Did you do this, Clark?!”, Randy asked, looking at the lanky man in terror.

“What? No? I found him like this! We have to call the police -”

Clark’s defence was cut off as Randy rushed into Clark’s arms, sobbing. Clark face softened as he guided Randy to the locker room to sit down.

workmac · 發表於 2021-5-17 11:13

By the time Parasite returned to the cell next morning, the supersuit had gained a few more rips and many more stains, some from cum, others from sweat. Knowing that he had shrunk from the spandex starting to hang looser, Parasite prepared himself for another night of sexual deviance by fucking and draining Superman.

Over the next few days (or weeks - who knows?), Superman gradually got used to the rhythm of things. Parasite would pay him a visit every time he started to shrink. Every time, Superman would get fucked - either standing up, or on the floor missionary style, or on all fours like a dog or whatever other position Parasite (or dark corners of the Internet) could come up with. Every time, Superman would cum a fountain of thick, white cum, while getting fucked, without so much as the wind touching his cock. And every time, Superman was forced to watch as Parasite lapped up his energy-rich cum and grow from a hot jock into a perfect specimen of masculinity that rivalled the great Man of Steel himself.

Superman tried to convince himself that his cock was rock hard every time he was ravished by the blond jock because of his draining powers. But even that did not explain why, over the last few “visits”, his dick gets hard just by seeing the blond jock leaning naked against the cell door. Another trend Superman observed was that Parasite seemed to like seeing Superman ride his cock while sapping his energy. The blond jock particularly enjoyed seeing the Man of Steel moan in heat as his cock lengthened and expanded inside of that tight Kryptonian cunt. As the end of the day, what worried the Man of Steel the most was that deep down, he may be starting to enjoy being the blond jock’s bitch.

“He isn’t back yet”, Superman thought, “maybe he’s found out that robbing the Federal Reserve isn’t as easy as giving the security guard a blowjob”.

Feeling the reinvigorating rays of light on his back, Superman tugged at the chains until even the reinforced steel gave way to the Man of Steel.

He knew Parasite could be back any minute, so he hurriedly put on his supersuit, having been unwashed and discarded in a corner after Parasite’s last sex party. Sure it was caked in cum and torn in many places, but it was still his suit. Superman tied his cape around his neck, hoping that it was long enough to cover the embarrassing rip over his bottom.

Superman dashed out of the cell and found himself in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the grimiest part of Metropolis. He knew he could not win against Parasite in a fight right now. He had to head north, to his Fortress of Solitude to recharge and plan.

As Superman flew into the sky, finally enjoying a breeze of cool air hitting his face, he heard cries for help. It came from a construction site which was tearing down an old block of flats. With his X-ray vision, Superman could see a child was trapped in the crumbling building.

Being the morally impeccable superhero he is, Superman swept down into the heart of the building, towards the rubble trapping the little boy.

A small pair of eyes looked out towards a narrow crevice, and shouted in delight, “Superman!”.

“Don’t worry”, the superhero boomed, “I’ll get you out !”

Normally, the Man of Steel could easily lift up all the rubble, grab the child and fly out. But this is not the normal Superman. Still drained, he could only lift up several steel columns, so that the child could crawl out. Even so, Superman had to exert himself.

As the child started climbing up the well of concrete he had trapped himself in, Superman heard a voice behind him, shouting, “Go! Superman, go! You can do this!”. Superman turned around. Parasite - wearing nothing but a pair of revealing black gym shorts and white trainers - was sauntering towards him.

“There’s a child down there!”, Superman seethed at Parasite quietly.

“I know”, the blond jock breathed down Superman’s neck, “I have your X-ray vision, too” The heat emanating from Parasite’s nearly naked body was waking up the Kryptonian cock.

“Don’t drop the metal, or you’ll kill the boy , Parasite whispered to the Man of Steel, as he parted the glutes of steel from the previous rip, wedging his cock between the muscular ass cheeks. Superman could feel the leech’s flaming cockhead giving wet kisses to his pucker.

Arms quivering, Superman growled back, “Stop draining me! I need to save the boy!”

Parasite licked the sweat trickling down Superman’s neck, “I’m not draining you. But I can’t help it if you’re a slut for my cock. Just look at how you’re leaking!”. The Man of Steel looked down to see his cock-print obscenely jutting out of the dirtied red spandex, with the fraying elastic the only thing keeping his member from springing out.

“You doing okay down there?”, Superman shouted at the kid, voice straining as he felt Parasite’s breaching his hole.

“I’m almost out!”, a voice replied.

As Parasite slid in until he was hilt deep, Superman could not help but moan in pleasure. At that exact moment, a dusty boy emerged from the hole.

“Yay! You did it!”, Parasite yelled as he bear-hugging Superman from behind, jolting up and down, “Why don’t you come and give Superman a big hug?”

"N-ugh!”, Superman gasped at the child, eyes wide open as his prostate quivered in pleasure, “The building can collapse any minute now, just go!”

The boy was puzzled why Superman was not celebrating like his handsome friend from the gym behind him, but since the man he looked up to most in life told him to leave, he turned and ran off.

“He hasn’t left the building yet”, Parasite cooed while ripping a hole in the front of the red spandex, freeing the dripping Kryptonian member, “If you drop the metal columns down now, the building may collapse”.

“Ugh! You - bastard!”, Superman moaned helplessly as he left his energy draining into the cock thrusting inside of him.

Weeks of sexual domination had worn away at Superman’s self-retrained. All it took was a few jabs and Superman’s cock erupted. He could feel Parasite vibrating behind and inside of him as warm cum was shot into his superpussy. It was all too much for the drained Man of Steel. Arms giving up, the superhero drifted into unconsciousness.

Superman dreamt of being fucked. He dreamt of him being spit-roasted, of being gang-banged by a group of villains, of being double penetrated. He had to endure the nightmare of being edged by Lex Luthor with a dildo glowing kryptonite green, of being turned into a twink while fucked by a winged, muscle-bound demon.

He even dreamt of him kneeling before Parasite, begging for cock while exclaiming, “Take me Master! I am your super slutslave!", only to cum immediately when the blond muscle jock slid into his cunt.

And then Superman woke up, cumming onto Parasite’s torso.

“Enjoyed the dream?”, the blond jock jeered as his muscles rippled and grew from absorbing the Kryptonian fluids.

Superman could only pull against the chains cuffing him, writhing and moaning in pleasure as Parasite kept fucking him from underneath.

JanBong · 發表於 2021-5-17 12:43

期待翻译

workmac · 發表於 2021-5-17 23:18

“Fuggg - ahhh!”, Superman cried for the umpteenth time that day.

The Man of Steel had lost track of how many times he had already cum.

Parasite clamped his thick, muscular arms around Superman’s chest, just under the armpits, lifting the Man of Steel off the floor and shoving the supercunt on and off his pulsating cock. Superman felt the vibrations from Parasite’s body as the muscle-bound blond roared with pleasure, “Fuck! Yeah! Fuck! Fuck!”. Another large load of boiling hot cum painted the insides of Superman’s well-worn hole. It seemed to the Man of Steel that not only was Parasite not tiring out, he seemed to be cumming more and more, and every shot, every load was hotter and larger than the last!

Superman braced himself for the now familiar stretch in his hole, but even he could not suppress a cry as the dick widened and lengthened inside of him. To the Man of Steel, it felt like he had a foot-long rod of wicked pleasure inside of him. He was wrong, Parasite’s cock was longer.

By this point, all Superman wanted to do was to lie down, and for his cock and pussy — no, his hole, he reminded himself — to have a well-earned rest. But such luxuries were not available to the debauched former archetype of perfect masculinity. As Parasite, who was now at least a full head taller than his superhero fleshlight, loosened his bear hug, Superman cried out in pain and pleasure as his glorious glutes slid down the long cock and slapped against Parasite’s pelvis. Superman’s toes could only graze the concrete. The Man of Steel was dangling off the floor just by having his ass skewered by Parasite’s cock!

“Would you look at that? Superman is hooked onto my cock!”, Parasite gleefully shouted as he did small jumps, bouncing Superman just by his dick like a loose cock ring.

The hard jabs aided by gravity and the humiliation of being played like a fleshlight were just too much for the Man of Steel, and cum sprouted out of his hard cock and into Parasite. After the latest strands of Kryptonian cum were absorbed, the Man of Steel could not even touch the floor, muscular limbs dangling helplessly in front of Parasite’s tree-trunks of legs. Delighted, Parasite kept bouncing his super fleshlight, urging it to cum again.

“Stop it! Put me down!”, Superman cried, as he tried to hold back his tears of humiliation.

“Ah yes!”, replied Parasite softly. Snap went the chains cuffed to Superman’s arms as Parasite threw the Man of Steel face-down onto the floor. Before Superman could even react, Parasite fell on top of the kryptonian, arms tight around the victim’s round, muscular shoulders from underneath the armpits, cock roughly shoved back into the sweet cunt, all the way up to the hilt.

“Thanks for the reminder superslut. It’s time I put you down. Forever!”

“No - n-ahh - no! Let - ahh - me - go - aaahhh!”, Superman begged. He could feel his energy draining away, not just from his back where Parasite was lying on top of him, but from inside him as the girthy cock rubbed against places inside him that no man has ever reached.

The only part of Superman which did not seem to tiring out was his prostate, as it ordered the Kryptonian’s cock to erupt into the floor yet again. Superman felt his cum wiggling between the valleys of his abs as they tried in vain to reach Parasite. Realising this may be his only way out, Superman pressed hard into the floor, trapping his cum. But every time Parasite shoved his cock into him, the Man of Steel shook and shivered and his cum slid further and further out, until one strand escaped from Superman’s defined abs into Parasite’s even more defined 8-pac.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding your cum!”, Parasite grinned as he rolled onto his back, flipping Superman up onto his torso with him, while continuing to piston into Superman’s hole. The cum that Superman had deposited on the floor flew into their rightful owner. As Parasite expanded and glowed purple, he came inside Superman. “Ugh! Your cum - it burns!”, Superman gasped as the blond muscle god’s cum scalded his insides. Parasite ignored his pleas as he forced apart Superman’s legs with his knees, continuing to piston his cock into the super cunt.

Parasite gave Superman’s quarter-sized nipples a good twist, and then grabbed at the Man of Steel’s pecs of steel. Feeling his chest warming up, Superman looked down at his chest. He saw his impressive pectoral muscles slowly shrinking under the leech’s paws. He knew he had to stop Parasite from draining his muscles, so he reached down to force the blond muscle god’s hands away from his chest. But the moment the Kryptonian’s hands touched Parasites, his forearms and biceps started warming up and shrinking down as well. It look all of the Man of Steel’s willpower to remove his palms from the purple glow.

As Parasite squeezed harder, the warmth in the superhero’s chest turned into sexual heat - like his nipples were licked, twisted and sucked on by a thousand mouths. Superman’s body could not stop contorting in sexual pleasure. At the same time, the Man of Steel could not hold back his tears, as he witnessed his twin hills of bulging pecs flatten into still-defined slabs.

Then, Superman felt his upper back being pushed upwards, as the two mounds of hard chest muscles underneath grew into mountains. He came again.

Seeing salty tears dripping down the side of the Kryptonian’s tall cheek bones, Parasite fucked his cock into the cum-covered supercunt even harder. No longer having bulging pecs of steel as a grip hold, Parasite pounded Superman a little too hard, so hard that he flew off the veinous 14-inch cock and onto the floor.

As Superman looked up, he saw tree-trunk like legs leading to a cock thicker than his arm and dripping with purple pre-cum, then a torso with muscles fuller, more defined and more perfect than his ever were. Finally, Superman saw Parasite’s handsome face, sneering at him from above. Superman wobbled as he stood up, struggling to bring his legs back together after having been forced to spread for hours. Purple cum slid from his gaping hole, along his sinewy legs and onto the concrete floor.

“That’s enough now”, Superman said in a low voice, as he slowly backed towards the door, “If you kill you won’t be able to recharge when you run out power.”

Parasite sauntered towards the superhero menacingly, “Do you really think I’m that stupid, superslut?"

Thump! Superman fell onto his back. He had slipped on the cum which had leaked out of his own cunt!

Parasite laughed. He dived at the superhero’s legs and spread them until Superman was basically doing the splits. He rammed his monster cock all the way back into Superman, as far as it would go, as purple cum spilled out of the red, puffy pussy lips. Superman gasped. Parasite’s cock has gotten so large, the girth was starting to hurt the Kryptonian. But Superman’s dick stayed rock hard, relishing in the melange of pain and pleasure. With his cock, Parasite lifted Superman’s entire body up, cradling the superhero by his back in the air.

As Superman raised his head to meet Parasite’s piercing gaze, he felt his own cock quiver in submission. “Let me tell you what I found out, draining all those gym rats”, Parasite said, grinning, “ I’ve found out that moderation is for suckers. If I drain everything, I get to keep everything!” The battering against Superman’s prostate continued.

Before the Man of Steel could register how much trouble he was in, he came again.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”, Superman could hardly make out individual thoughts as his cock ejected shot after shot of creamy white cum all over Parasite’s body. After what must have been tens of shots, Superman realised his dick simply would not stop cumming! He saw his cum linking together into one continuous strand, connecting his cock with Parasite. As the pearl necklace of Kryptonian cum disappear into Parasite’s belly button, a now-familiar warmth spread over Superman’s dick as it started to shorten with every pulsation. The Man of Steel’s sense of horror at his shrinking cock only encouraged his traitorous member to burp out more and more beads of energy-rich cum to feed to the blond’s insatiable muscles.

All Superman could do was watch hopelessly as Parasite’s muscles glowed, rippled and grew, whilst his own continued to shrink. Every one of Parasite’s deep, powerful thrusts bumped against Superman’s prostate, the overwhelming pleasure — and slowly building pain, which only added to the superslut’s pleasure — from his ass kept crashing over him.

Parasite looked down, grinning. With every punch of his dick, Superman’s abs lost definition, until all 8 merged into one smooth stomach. Suddenly, Parasite felt a sharp pain in his back, between his shoulder blades. Was he wrong? Was he actually going to explode from absorbing too much? Parasite hunched over, dick softening.

Looking at Parasite’s contorted face, Superman hopefully thought, “I knew a Kryptonian’s power is too much for a human!”

Parasite howled in pain, then puffed out his magnificent chest. Black skeletal wings bursted out from Parasite’s muscular back. Superman’s cock painfully blurted out a particular large blob of cum as lilac leather filled in the gaps between the bones.

Overwhelmed with the power coursing through him, Parasite clamped his super fleshlight tight as he unloaded his biggest load yet. Parasite did not stop cumming for over a minute, purple cum dripping onto the floor from the completely filled-up super cunt. Superman - now more like a super-twunk - cried out as the heat from the volleys of purple cum ate away at him internally.

Cocooning the sweating, gasping supertwunk with his wings, Parasite grabbed at the throat of the kryptonian slut skewered around his cock. Superman tried to pull Parasite off his neck with one hand, while the other reaches out towards his dominator for mercy.

“Ugh! Please! Ahh! Stop! Ple-ughh!”, Superman pleaded, while his cock continued to shoot out strand after strand after strand of cum.

“Pathetic”, the blond muscle god spat. With all 7-plus feet of his bursting muscles, Parasite fucked Superman with a power and force like never before. A sense of emptiness started to radiate from Superman’s balls, as the gush of cum from his shrinking 6-inch cock turn into a flow out of his 4-inch dick, and then reduced to a trickle. The Kryptonian started to black out in between moans of ecstasy, pain and helplessness, as the purple glow from Parasite’s body blanketed to cover his own as well.

Hearing another deep roar from above, Superman screamed out in pain as fiery hot cum sprayed his insides.

Tears in his eyes, Superman looked at his body in shame. The contrast between his smooth lean torso, and the wall of glistening muscle pounding away could not be starker. Superman eyes traced up the cobblestone abs. He admired enviously at Parasite’s juicy, overhanging pecs, their thickness and strength accentuated by his own, now slim legs. He looked further up, only to meet the glowing purple irises of the angelic-looking demon, smirking at him.

A sharp pain jolted Superman towards his crotch; he watched desperately as his two inches of a cock struggled to eject a few more pitiful burps of cum, each smaller and clearer than before, until no more cum came out.

“Goodbye, Superman!”, Parasite laughed maniacally as he hugged the Kryptonian twink tight against his body.

Smacked tight against Parasite’s concrete wall of muscles, Superman felt every vibration of the muscle god’s pecs against his face. Parasite could feel his cock from underneath Superman’s skin, as the enormous member piston up and down, in and out of the spluttering superslut.

And then a deafening boom of domination from above, as lava spewed from the tower of a cock deep in the supertwink, destroying his insides. The Kryptonian could have sworn that even his tongue could taste the rich, salty, boiling purple cum. The superslut felt his nub trembling in ecstasy, still trying to burp up non-existent cum, as he faded into the darkness.

（全文完）

workmac · 發表於 2021-5-17 23:19

Author’s Note

I’ve always fantasised about sexually dominating Superman, so when I saw that Gay Spiral Stories was doing a ‘Fallen Hero’ writing challenge, I finally strapped my ass to a chair and wrote this out. This is the first time I’ve done any creative writing since high school, so apologies in advance if this is not as riveting as Agatha Christie’s work. Special shout-out to Aosuka and DrainedHeroes (Shinso Masamune) for inspiring me with their artistry.

bqpd · 發表於 2021-5-17 23:39

先看了一部分，滿好看的，期待有中文翻譯

甲乙丙丁 · 發表於 2021-5-18 20:23

楼主会进行翻译吗？

blood199698 · 發表於 2021-5-18 20:49

怎么是英文啊

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