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Man of Steel!
🕑 Added 2025-02-22 17:55:45 +0000 UTCThe empty room was a stark, sterile prison—four white walls, a cold concrete floor, and a single flickering light overhead. Superman, the Man of Steel, was bound in the center, his wrists and ankles wrapped in shimmering kryptonite-laced chains that pulsed faintly green. His iconic blue-and-red suit had been replaced with something far less noble: a sleek, shiny rubber suit that clung to every contour of his chiseled frame like a second skin. The material gleamed under the dim light, reflecting his every twitch and shudder.
They’d slipped the pills into his system hours ago—some experimental cocktail designed to break even his invulnerable will. At first, he’d resisted, his jaw clenched tight, his steely resolve holding firm. But the chemicals were relentless, seeping into his blood, igniting a fire he couldn’t extinguish. His breath came in ragged gasps now, his chest heaving beneath the tight rubber. His cock, impossibly hard, strained against the suit, the outline stark and unyielding. The pills had turned his body against him, amplifying every sensation until the friction of the rubber alone was maddening.
He pulled at the chains, muscles bulging, veins popping along his forearms, but the kryptonite sapped his strength just enough to keep him helpless. A low groan escaped his lips as another wave hit him—a primal, desperate sound that echoed off the bare walls. Thick ropes of cum leaked from him, staining the inside of the suit, the evidence of his torment trapped against his skin. The release brought no relief; the pills ensured that. Each pulse only stoked the fire higher, leaving him teetering on the edge of sanity, unable to stop, unable to escape the relentless arousal.
His mind, usually a fortress of clarity, was a haze of need. The rubber suit amplified it all—the way it squeezed him, the way it slid against his flesh with every futile struggle. He was a god reduced to this: bound, humiliated, and consumed by a hunger he couldn’t sate. The room offered no mercy, no distraction—just the endless cycle of torment and the slick, shiny prison that held him captive.
Somewhere beyond the walls, his captors watched, their laughter faint but unmistakable. Superman, the savior of worlds, was theirs now, a slave to the pills and the suit, his body betraying him with every shuddering breath.
