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Clark was thrilled. His own story! He had been at the Planet for over six months and had never been allowed to chase his own story. Perry had either shot his ideas down in seconds or – worse yet – given it to a more seasoned reporter like the loud and obnoxious Lois Lane. He rolled his eyes just thinking about the gloating look she often gave him.
He had finally found one in the sweet spot. True, no other reporter had even the slightest interest in it – one even threated to quit if assigned it, but Perry hadn’t shot it down immediately so Clark figured he deserved to put it in the win column.
Three male college athletes had gone missing over the past two months. Naturally that story was huge and everyone was chasing it. But Clark believed he had found evidence linking the three to a sports masseur. The evidence was not particularly damning, but Clark had a hunch.
He had flown by the studio a few times as Superman and had to admit it looked pretty innocent. Still, a hunch was a hunch and a story was a story!
And so it was that Clark had come up with the fairly uninspired cover of posing as a recently transferred senior who would be joining the wrestling team. He was now standing in his tiny shabby apartment checking out his disguise.
He was wearing a used wrestling unitard purchased from a past wrestling student. The crotch was a bit worn and the unitard was a bit tight around his thighs but that hardly worried him. His impervious skin could never feel chafing after all. He looked at himself in the mirror admiring the plan, his handsome youthful face beaming back a smile at himself. His massive pectorals and biceps were perhaps above average for a wrestler, but he gave them a quick flex and figured they would pass.
He reached down and grabbed his cock to adjust it and was rewarded with a pulsing semi from the combination of the sheerness of the fabric and his own touch. The red briefs from his Superman costume had a lining that helped to smooth his bulge and obscure his excitement – which – at only 21 years of age was fairly regular. The last thing Superman needed was a visible erection. He blushed in his Smallville way as he confessed to himself that he certainly fit the bill physically.
He realized he was now feeling pretty horny, so he decided to take care of himself before setting out. The masseur might get the wrong idea if Clark turned up for a massage with a raging hard-on after all.
He slid the two straps over his large rounded deltoids and peeled the sheer fabric off his muscles like a second skin. He then lay back on the bed and looked down at himself and grabbed the base of his now hard cock in his hand. Through the valley where his pecs met and over the ridges of his abs he could clearly see his shaft standing at full mast. He knew it stood up 9 inches as he had measured it almost every day of his eighteenth year until it had stopped growing.
He then started to stroke his big cock, his hand pumping up and down the shaft. As his stroked himself, he imagined that the feeling was made by Jimmy Olsen – another new intern at the Planet –riding up and down his shaft in long slow strokes and that Jimmy was also jerking his own cock over the abs of Clark.
He did a full flex of the big super bicep on his free arm. In his fantasy this drove Jimmy wild and he rode the big cock harder and faster. His imagination saw Jimmy cumming all over the big chest and chiseled abs of the young superhero and this prompted the super cock to also reach climax. Clarks’ breathing sped up, his balls moved up close to his cock and Clark lifted and arched his back and shot his own big load over his abs and chest. His muscular body convulsed in the throes of his orgasm and he squeezed the head a few times to milk the remaining juice from his uncut head.
Clark lay there in bliss for a moment, before cleaning himself off with a towel.
Seeing the time and not wanting to be late, Clark threw a shirt over the unitard and grabbed his bag which held his normal clothes as well as his Superman costume.
Clark felt the need to blend in so he took the bus and arrived just on time. The studio felt legitimate to his inexpert eye, with an assortment of charts and posters talking about muscle groups or elite performance.
He was greeted warmly by the masseur, Rudy, who ushered him directly through to the sparsely furnished consulting room. Once inside Rudy gestured to the massage table and said, “Please undress and lay on your stomach. I’ll just step out and let you get ready.” He went back through the door leaving Clark alone.
Clark cursed himself silently for his lack of preparation. He had never needed a massage before and so didn’t know the etiquette. He stripped off all his clothes and placed them on a small table, laying down on the table naked. Seems a little odd, but I guess I can go with it.
After a minute Rudy re-entered the room and saw the naked ass of the young jock proudly displayed on the table. It was possibly the tightest bubble butt he had ever seen, causing him to lick his lips in distracted anticipation, feeling his heartrate pick up. Rudy decided it was a little unusual but if Clark was comfortable being naked then he could manage. He had admired the young jock from the moment he entered the studio, with boyish good looks, a strong jaw and muscular physique.
Rudy wheeled his tray closer and started to select oils. “Now, just relax,” he said in a calm voice, “I’m going to start by testing the tightness of your muscles.”
Rudy applied the oils to the broad back of the young Man of Steel, watching as the muscles twitched under the skin in response to the lower temperature and probing touch. He placed both hands on the strong back muscles and started to apply pressure. “Mmmm,” said Rudy softly. “These muscles are very tight Clark.”
This was the part that had most concerned Clark and so he stayed focused on suppressing his powers and keeping his super muscles as loose and untensed as he possibly could. He did not dare flex his muscles as Rudy might get suspicious by the impervious muscles of steel.
From the moment Clark stepped into his office, Rudy had felt a burning need to consume the energy of the young wrestling stud. Those big muscles appeared to be bursting with the energy needed to satisfy his terrible hunger. “Just relax, Clark,” he said in that soothing voice, “I will now start to move the tension around. If you feel any weakness or dizziness, that is completely normal as blood vessels open up.”
The muscles felt thick and dense under his touch but Rudy ignored this and started to probe cautiously with his power. He knew to start with only small amounts as this was easily disregarded by his subjects as a product of the therapy.
Rudy started to draw the energy through the rippled back muscles of Clark and was shocked by the result of his actions. He almost exclaimed audibly but barely managed to maintain his composure. He had never before felt anything like this. Comparing the power of Clark to other young men he had worked on was like comparing a glass of water to an ocean!
As Rudy continued to absorb power from the young jock he realized that this could not possibly be an ordinary young man and that this must in fact be some kind of enhanced male, possibly even the young new hero they called Superman. Rudy was instantly suspicious about the motives of the young jock on his table and decided to take a more cautious approach.
Mustering all of his will-power he stopped draining the energy from Clark and just continued with his normal massage. Rudy thrilled as he ran his hands over the various powerful muscles on the athletic physique, drinking in the view of the thighs, calves, biceps and of course the buns of steel. Taking advantage of Clark’s nakedness, Rudy even slipped a seemingly absent finger between those delicious buns and brushed the puckered hole of the young muscle stud.
Rudy slowly and meticulously plowed his hands in and around the muscles, thrilling at the feel of the unbridled power humming just below the surface of the amazingly muscular body. Even without his draining ability, the physical contact still got Rudy semi hard and hungry for more.
Rudy completed the massage in a professional tone and sent Clark on his way with a future booking time.
Clark got off the table feeling a little strange after the massage, but he assumed it was due to spending so long telling his muscles to stay limp. Rudy had done nothing unusual leaving Clark to doubt his instincts as he left the studio.
Clark spent the next three days turning up dead ends until Rudy contacted him with an invitation to an elite squad session that evening at a local hall. The location and short notice set off Clark’s reporter instincts so he enthusiastically agreed to attend. He left shortly after wearing gym casual with his costume and normal clothes in his bag.
Clark arrived at the hall to find Rudy talking with four athletes around Clark’s own age. Rudy welcomed Clark to the group and gave everyone time for introductions, Clark being careful to memorize the names and faces of the young men.
The workshop got underway with Rudy covering a range of relevant topics. So relevant in fact that Clark again began to doubt himself. As the session drew to a close Rudy was joined by two men and two women who would be assisting with the post talk physical.
Everyone was paired and led to a private room. Rudy paired with Clark and led him through a door and into a poorly lit windowless room with a massage table in the middle. “Some of these old community buildings look a bit tired, aren’t they?” joked Rudy with a grin.
Once again Rudy left Clark to undress and rejoined the room once Clark was lying naked on the table. “I’m glad you could make it tonight Clark,” Rudy said conversationally. “I felt during your last session that I didn’t make much progress with your muscles. They are really tight and I wasn’t quite prepared for them.”
“Oh I didn’t notice at all, Rudy,” Clark replied nervously, worried his abilities might give him away. “I actually felt much more loose and relaxed afterward.” As he lay there he once again focused all his attention on keeping his body loose and his super muscles limp.
“Well thank you. Let’s get started then. Let me know if you would like me to change anything.” With that Rudy once again applied the oils to the broad muscular back lying before him and started to massage and knead with his expert fingers.
As he played his hands around and over the big lateral muscles he started the process of slowly draining energy from the big muscle hunk. Not too much at once or he would risk raising the attention of what he assumed was the young Man of Steel.
After working the shoulders, laterals and lower back Rudy then progressed to the trunk like legs, kneading heavily into the hamstrings and then down to the calves. The muscles felt amazing under his hands and he was sure he felt them softening as the massage drew on. Clark found himself drifting in and out of partial sleep during the session and when it came time to turn over he did so without noticing the sluggishness in his body.
As Clark settled onto his back Rudy drank in the sight before him. The huge chest of the young hero was rising and falling steadily and the abdominal ridges of the otherwise flat stomach leading down the short neat pubes around the base of what was a pretty big but currently flaccid shaft with uncut head. The shaft was hanging lazily over the large round balls.
Rudy got to business and started to rub his hands into the pectoral muscles, making circular motions in the hard muscle mass. The big slabs felt glorious under that smooth skin. He then massaged each of the large biceps, running up and down and around their length repeatedly, feeling the thick and dense muscle moving beneath between his fingers. Finally he gave the same attention to the huge quads.
As Rudy rubbed the oil into the chest big thighs of the young hero he saw Clark’s cock stiffening. It crawled slowly around the thigh as it grew and hardened before it finished pointing up the muscular abdomen of the hunky hero. By the time it was finished growing it must have been 8 or 9 inches long! This allowed the bulbous balls of the young man to sit free and clear resting in the valley of the big thigh muscles.
Rudy continued to work the huge thighs, spreading his hands up, down and around the big smooth muscles, all the while drawing more and more power from the hapless Man of Steel, who lay on the table with his eyes closed and his arms hanging limply over the side of the table.
It was at this point that Rudy felt most nervous. He had no idea how much power the young hero still possessed, but it was clear he had more. When Rudy performed this on normal men, by now they were already weakened to the point that they could not lift a hand. The next step was critical but would be challenging if the young hero possessed the strength to fight back.
Rudy applied oil directly to his hands and placed one hand on the big hard shaft, the other on the balls and drained with all his skill. This was the most effective way he had found to complete a draining in the past.
The touch of Rudy’s hand on his cock and balls, coupled with the draining feeling finally brought Clark back to alertness. His eyes opened wide to see Rudy gripping his shaft and balls, reacting with anger. “What?! Huh? How dare you! Get your hands off me, villian!” Clark yelled in outrage.
The young superhero raised his hand to push the assailant away. Well, that was the intention. His arm merely flopped around beside the table as Clark could barely get his body to respond at all. His limbs felt heavy and sluggish and then he truly felt the effects of the draining being carried out through his cock and balls.
He could feel the firm touch of Rudy’s hands on his hard shaft and smooth balls as they were massaged and his power seeped through his love muscle into the waiting body of Rudy.
“Arrghhh… wait…. Stop. You’re making me weak. What are you doing?” Clark managed. “Please, stop. Please… don’t. Argghhh… so weak. Ugghh, soo weeeakk,” he trailed of softly.
Rudy had never felt anything like this before. A small part of his brain tried to alert him to the fact that maybe it was too much, but the hunger which was now such an integral part of him demanded to be fed.
Clark lay there helpless as the transfer of power continued through his shaft. Rudy was squeezing the smooth balls and shaft as his excitement grew. “Oohh… owww… so weak. Rudy… pleeeasse stop. You’re hurting me. Too weak.”
Rudy’s eyes glowed with an evil power. “Why stop? I’ve never had such a feast before. You are just brimming with power.”
Clark was shocked at this feeling of weakness. He had never before experienced anything which had caused him to lose his powers. As he finally came to his senses he managed to bring one leg up to deliver a solid kick to the stomach of Rudy. Clark was shocked to feel that the stomach felt like hard steel as his foot landed the blow.
Rudy was pushed back a few steps by the force of the blow, causing the draining to cease and give Clark a momentary respite. “You little shit,” Rudy began as he approached the prone young Man of Steel. Superman knew that he had to get away from this creature, but he was so weak and his body was so sluggish that he could only manage to drop off the side of the table, lying stretched out on the floor.
“Ughhh… ahhh… how? So weak,” continued Superman.
The Man of Steel managed to stand himself upright, positioned with his back to Rudy. The hero swayed on his feet as his weak muscles struggled to hold him up. Clark turned around to confront the villain only to be embraced by a pair of strong arms wrapping around his chest and clasping at his back, with the once mighty arms of the Man of Steel pinned beside his chest helplessly. As the energy drain resumed, Clark noticed that Rudy had used the time to get completely naked and that he also had a raging erection.
Clark lifted with his powerful arms to break the bear hug, but in his weakened state he was unable to find his way free. “Unnnhhh. So weak… can’t... break free,” he said, his breathing laboured and shallow as his once mighty chest struggled to draw enough oxygen.
The contact of their nude entwined bodies – muscles and cocks touching everywhere – only served to increase the power draining effect.
Rudy turned up the pressure and felt even more power flow into him from the Man of Steel. “Urgghhh,” gurgled the superhero weakly, “Urgghh… please… please… the pain… so weak.” In desperation Superman managed to grab one of the hanging balls of Rudy and squeezed with all his might. Rudy just laughed at the puny effort by the weakened superhero.
“Is that all you have superhero?” Rudy taunted him. “Your muscles are so weak and puny that you can’t even hurt my balls!”
Rudy knew that he had to complete the power transfer while Superman was still weak and disoriented. He bent the hero over the massage table exposing his bubble butt and hole and held the weakened Man of Steel down with one draining hand placed on the powerful back muscles.
Without hesitation Rudy positioned the head of his cock against the inviting hole of the Man of Steel. Superman felt the intrusion and thrashed his arms weakly. “You villain! No. You wouldn’t dare!” he weakly exclaimed. “Please,” he begged finally. Superman strained his sphincter with every ounce of energy he could muster, determined to keep the villain out of his virginal pleasure centre.
“I would,” said Rudy with an evil smile plastered on his face, “with the greatest of pleasure.” He then thrust his 7 inch shaft hard and deep toward the puckered hole of Superman.
Rudy felt resistance as Superman fought to keep his asshole closed, but Rudy knew there could only be one outcome. He drew back a little and thrust again with more strength, this time rupturing the once impenetrable hole of the mighty Man of Steel.
Superman screamed with a combination of shock and pain as tears pooled in his eyes. “Arrrgghhh! Aaieeee… Arrgghhhhh!” The begging continued as Rudy commenced thrusting his cock back in forth in the tight ass of the young superhero, “No... please… the… pain. Stop! I’m Superman! You… can’t… fuck… me.”
The cries from the young hero turned Rudy on even more and increased his excitement as his cock drew power directly from within the Ass of Steel.
Rudy placed a now super powered arm around the neck of Superman and flexed his bicep to apply pressure to the airway, choking the superhero while he fucked him raw. The Man of Steel managed to raise one hand to clutch at the hardened bicep choking him. Normally, Superman could have easily moved that arm, but now he could barely clutch onto it as it drained his breath and his powers.
Folded over the table, Superman flailed his arms in a desperate attempt to save himself. He already felt so weak from the power drain by Rudy and now he was even struggling to draw breath. The big muscles on his once mighty arms were now useless and his struggling weakened until the point that his arms hung limply at his side. His neck was slack and his head hung limply on Rudy’s muscular bicep wrapped tightly around his throat.
Rudy ran his free hand over the chest, stomach and bicep muscles of the mighty superhero, draining them for all they were worth as he went. As the movements of the young superhero weakened Rudy felt a stirring in his balls and he slowed and deepened his thrusts in response.
Rudy continued to feel the weakened muscles of Superman as they hung limp and useless from his athletic frame while he drove his hard shaft deeply and rhythmically inside Superman’s ass.
As he thrust his cock to its deepest, he felt an orgasm rock his body as his cum erupted deep within the Man of Steel, spewing forth into the waiting ass of Superman.
The Man of Steel could sense the blackness closing in as the free hand of Rudy continued to run itself over the length of his big muscles, draining his remaining strength everywhere it touched. Superman’s ass burned in pain from the cock being thrust in and out. He then felt the final humiliation as Rudy’s cum was emptied into his waiting ass. He could feel the bursts issuing from the shaft as six mini eruptions exploded within him. “Unnghhhh… no… don’t… you can’t,” begged the once powerful Man of Steel. “Please… please no… don’t empty your seed in me. Ughhh… so weak.”
Rudy continued with small thrusts as his cock emptied the last of his juice into the hole. While he flexed his bicep to finish the choke hold on the Man of Steel he whispered into the ear of Superman, “I really enjoyed your tight hole, Superman, and filling it with my cum. I could fuck you every day,” he chuckled. “Maybe I will,” he added.
The Man of Steel could only whimper weakly with the cock shoved in his ass and the flexed bicep preventing oxygen from reaching his brain, “uhhhh… eeehhh,” as blackness overtook him.
Rudy felt the last vestiges of super strength empty from Superman into his own body as Superman finally passed out and hung limply in the arms of the villain. The body of the once mighty superhero looked much smaller now after the draining with the muscles about half their original size. Rudy was elated as he realized that not only had he just defeated the most powerful superhero on the planet, he had also fucked and bred him like a helpless slave. Rudy could feel power brimming across his entire body.