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Superman Vs. The Bathhouse
By Matty
Illustrations by Mchlsctt709 & story based on artwork by Mchlsctt709
Adjusting his glasses, Superman, as his mild-manner ego Clark Kent, stood outside the old looking building. He looked down at the small sticky note in his hand to be sure it was the correct address, as he’d never been to this part of Metropolis before, not even as Superman. He’d never been to a bathhouse before either, but the building didn’t look particularly sinister, or even unpleasant, so he began to make his way towards the building’s entrance. After all, this was his only lead so far.
In the span of 2 weeks, there had been a pattern of men in their 70s and 80s dying or suffering from heart attacks. No one at the Daily Planet bothered to take the story seriously as old men dying of heart attacks was nothing out of the ordinary. Clark himself wouldn't have even bothered looking into it, if not for one little detail. According to the coroner's office, all these men had extremely high levels of endorphins and adrenaline in their systems; Hormones most commonly released when the body was aroused or sexually engaged.
The coroner's report stated that the hormone levels found in each of the elderly men were higher than thought humanly possible. A sex-drive not even the randiest of teenage boys could achieve, much less a group of septuagenarians. So this made Superman a little skeptical. The one thing connecting these men was that they had all been members of this one establishment: Priapus’ Baths and Relaxation Club.
Entering the club’s waiting room, Clark went up to the receptionist, a man in his mid-40s. “Hello Sir, I was wondering if I might try the single-day guest experience.” He asked the man. The receptionist eyed Clark up and down, a look of surprise on his face. “Really? A strapping young man like you?” He asked with a smirk. Clark looked at the man puzzled. “Oh, is there an age limit?” He asked, to which the receptionist quickly shook his head. “No no, nothing like that Sir. It’s just that… you are probably the youngest man to ever be interested in even entering a place like this.” He said with a laugh, which Clark smirked at. The receptionist then explained the single day offers.
“The pool isn’t open during weekdays, at least not until tonight, but the saunas, steam rooms, and showers are all available to you. Now, the single day guest fee is $15, cash, but lucky for you, all single day guests are completely anonymous.” He said with a smirk. There was something in his expression as he said this, that made Clark a little uncomfortable, but brushed it off.
He paid the guest fee, and the receptionist went to grab him a locker key. “Have fun son.” He said with a wink, handing Clark the key. As Clark began to walk in the direction of the locker room, his super hearing picked up on something. “They are gonna eat you alive in there, Handsome.” He heard the receptionist quietly chuckle to himself. Clark didn’t understand, but didn’t think too much about it as he found the locker room’s doors.
As he entered the locker room, the first thing he noticed were the fluorescent lights, they were tinted green. He looked at them curiously for a few more seconds but surprisingly, they began to hurt his eyes. Kryptonite? He thought to himself as he looked down, rubbing his sensitive eyes. He wondered about this a few more seconds, until his eyes caught something else, a wrinkled bare buttocks.
There were about three or four naked old men near Clark, their towels on the benches and their nude backsides facing him. They were busy chatting with one another, when suddenly the one whose ass held Clark’s gaze, turned around. The older man smirked as he caught the handsome young man staring at him.
Embarrassed, Clark quickly averted his eyes and began to make his way through the locker room. He wasn't usually embarrassed about such things, but there was something about this place. Perhaps it was the unfamiliarity, or maybe it was the tinted green lighting, something made Clark feel... vulnerable.
He couldn't help but feel like a number of eyes were on him until he finally found the row of lockers his key number was located in. Once he found his locker number, thankfully in a vacant area, he noticed a sign on the wall above that read:
PLEASE KEEP ALL PERSONAL ITEMS,
INCLUDING CLOTHING INSIDE LOCKERS,
SWIMWEAR AND NUDITY IS OPTIONAL.
Clark wasn't particularly comfortable being nude, but with his Superman duties, he didn't have time to partake in swimming for a couple of years now, and so the only swimwear Clark had with him was his blue speedo from his days on the high school swimming team.
Opening his locker, he began to undress as quickly as he could. Curiously, he wasn't able to super-speed out of his clothing. He wondered if it had something to do with the slightly green lighting above, but he'll worry about that later. Right now, he was just glad he didn’t wear his Superman tights underneath his clothes.
Adjusting his decorative glasses, Clark looked down at his smooth, massively muscled physique, a little embarrassed about being so exposed, wearing nothing but his small speedo. But he quickly shook off his nerves as he closed his locker, remembering the task at hand. With the pool closed during the day, most activity seemed to be happening in the showers, saunas, and steam rooms. The sauna seemed like a good place to start his investigation. Grabbing his towel from above the locker, Clark turned around, only to gasp in surprise.
An elderly man was sitting on the bench in front of him, wearing nothing but a towel. He had completely white hair, and a face deeply wrinkled with age. He looked to be in his late 70s, a little under average height and somewhat scrawny in build; But there was something in his expression as he eyed Clark up and down. "Now what's a sexy young thing like you doing in a naughty place like this?" He asked with a chuckle.
“Excuse me?” Clark asked, caught a little off guard as the old man continued to eye his body. “My God, those big tits have got to be the best pair I’ve seen in my whole life.” He commented with a lecherous grin. Clark could feel his face heat up as he looked down at his enormous pecs, capped with his large nipples. Feeling suddenly self-conscious, Clark crossed his arms over his chest, covering up his large pecs from the old man’s leering gaze.
“Sir…” He began. “Do you know where I can find the sauna?” He asked in a slightly nervous voice.
“Yeah, just walk down that row of lockers and make a left.” The elderly man told him with a smirk. “Maybe I’ll join you in a few minutes, Handsome.” He grinned, raising his eyebrow suggestively before slightly lifting the hem of his towel between his legs up.
Clark couldn’t help but gasp as the old man showed off an enormous, thick looking cock, and the most pendulous set of balls the young hero had ever seen. Feeling his cheeks burn from staring, he quickly turned and made his way towards the direction of the sauna.
As he walked, he could feel his huge pecs quiver with each step. He could still hear the old man’s humiliating comment in his ear, making his face continue to flush. Clark didn’t know why he was so embarrassed, as he dealt with evil foes and peril on a daily basis. Why would this one perverted man’s crude words get to him?
Finding the door to the sauna, he quickly entered the dry heated room. It was slightly dark, with only one light fixture, the same tint of green as the ones in the locker room. The only other light came from the glass door connecting to the steam room. As he closed the entrance behind him, he continued to stare curiously at the lights above, when suddenly… “Aaahhh” He hissed in pain as his hand accidentally knocked into a hot metal cage, heating a pile of rocks. Clark quickly looked at his hand, there were no physical burn marks. But how was he experiencing pain at all?
“You okay there, son?” He heard someone ask. Turning his head, he saw someone else was occupying the sauna. An older bald man, with a stout, slightly portly build, he had nothing on but a towel lazily covering his privates.
Recovering from the shock of the pain, Clark quickly nodded. “Yes, I’m fine.”
The older man eyed Clark’s body a few more seconds: “Say, do you mind actually pouring some of that oil on the rocks?” He asked, pointing to a bottle on a shelf near Clark. The young muscle hunk nodded and grabbed the bottle, pouring a heavy dollop on the hot rocks, which emitted a large amount of steam. The scent of the oils surprised Clark, there was something so sweet and strong about the aroma. It caused goosebumps to begin forming out of nowhere on his skin, despite the heat of the room. Curious, he looked back at the bottle’s label: “Poison Ivy’s Luxure”
Poison Ivy’s products had been banned back in Gotham City. Was someone in Metropolis bootlegging them and allowing this establishment to use them? He made a mental note to look into it later, for now though he sat down on one of the warm wooden benches.
Clark continued to glance at the lights, the ominous green glow made him feel slightly on edge. He was sure there must be a connection between them and his hurting hand. However as he breathed in more of the oil’s vapors, he slowly began to feel himself relax. The rock’s steam felt great on his skin, a tingling warmth on him. Looking away from the green glow above, he instead looked down at his muscled torso, the steam’s residue making his pectorals shine slightly.
Curiously, Clark reached up to rub the oil’s light mist on his chest, and was surprised by the wave of pleasure that charged through his body. He smirked to himself as he felt his nipples begin to swell.
His nipples had always been full and very sensitive, which led to many nights of playing with them himself. He had never mentioned this during the previous times he’d been intimate with women in the past; in part because he found the guilty pleasure emasculating, but also, with his impenetrable skin, he knew no human could work his areolas like himself.
He slowly began to massage his chest muscles, smiling to himself as his hands worked the oil deep into the pecs, squeezing them lewdly. Lazily closing his eyes in pleasure, Clark’s skin began to perspire as he continued to fondle his huge muscle tits.
His hands moved around the large hemispheres until his fingers found his hardening nipples. “Fuck…” He breathed subconsciously as his thumbs stroked over the tips of each big teat. He could feel his cock swelling fast despite the constraints of his tight speedo.
The handsome superhero threw his head back in lustful moans as he continuously pulled on each nipple back and forth, uncharacteristically giving in to the waves of pleasure flooding through his body. He would’ve let that pleasure take control when suddenly, something perked his ears’ attention. It was another pattern of moans that weren’t his own.
Clark slowly opened his eyes, and gasped. He had completely forgotten about the other man occupying the sauna, who had just witnessed Clark pleasuring himself. Now the elderly stranger had removed his towel and was openly stroking his very large dick in front of Clark. The young hero’s eyes widened upon realizing the old man was perversely getting off on watching him. Clark quickly let go of his hard nipples, mortified. Yet also, for some strange reason as he witnessed the old man’s eyes roaming his body, he felt a charge of excitement slip through his body, sending a pulse to his hard cock.
“That’s a really nice sack you got there, Handsome.” The man crooned in between grunts. Clark followed the man’s gaze, and his eyes widened. His own cock had tented his already tight speedo to the point that his large balls had spilled out of the fabric.
Quickly, the humiliated hero grabbed his towel and stood up, ready to make a run for it. He haphazardly tried to wrap the towel around himself to hide his erection and balls while trying to reach the glass door to the steam room. “Wait, don’t leave, I’m not done yet.” The stranger cried after him, grabbing at his towel just as Clark opened the steam room’s door.
As his towel was yanked, Clark tripped onto the slippery floor. The sauna’s door shut as he landed on his hands and his knees, drowning out the old man’s complaints. The young hero shuddered in shame thinking about what had just happened, losing his mild mannered composure and giving in to his own pleasure as someone else watched. And what was that flickering moment of lust he felt, when he realized that the stranger was getting off on watching him?
He was sure it must have had something to do with Poison Ivy’s oil. ‘It must be some kind of aphrodisiac…’ He thought to himself. Why else would he be so highly aroused in such a humiliating scenario? Perhaps that is what was causing the dangerous spike in hormones for the old men… he thought.
While the steam room was a lot brighter than the sauna, it was much more difficult to see. Clark tried to look around his current surroundings, but the steam was too heavy. He tried to use his X-Ray vision but for some reason it wasn’t working, much like his super-speed and his immunity to pain. As Clark stood up, he wiped his face of the sweat and steam when suddenly he realized something, his glasses were missing!
He must have dropped them when he fell. He tried looking on the floor, but he couldn’t see anything past the heavy steam, and without his X-Ray vision it was hopeless. His glasses were the only thing protecting his identity as Superman so once again Clark knelt down, his hands blindly searching the floor. He crawled around trying to feel for them when suddenly, a certain scent hit his nose.
He quickly realized it was the same sweet smell as the oil in the sauna, and before he knew it, he was following the trail of the scent. While the smell wasn’t as strong as it was in the sauna, Clark couldn’t find it in himself to resist the aphrodisiac. Made clear by the fact that his nipples were beginning to harden, and his cock began to swell as he crawled closer to the smell.
He knew he was getting close to the source as the odor began to strengthen, and the steam was slightly clearing up his visual perception. Through the translucent fog, it looked almost like a long pole was the source of the sweet scent. His perception slowly grew more clear as Clark drew closer and closer to the source. When he reached it however, his eyes widened upon realizing it was no pole, but a very large erect penis.
As his vision cleared, Clark saw it was a man in his 80's, sitting naked on a bench. His eyes were closed as he rubbed the sweet oil into his wrinkled hands before proceeding to pump his hard cock. After a steady rhythm of grunts and moans, the man slowly opened his eyes and noticed the extremely handsome, muscular young man kneeling in front of him. The elderly man didn’t react in shock or fear, but smiled rather dreamily. “Why Superman, you’re here.” He said lustfully. Clark froze as the old man recognized him, his heart pounding.
“I must have dozed off.” He chuckled. “Yes, this must be a dream, as you always appear when I’m lost in my naughty fantasies.” He continued, laughing lightly. Clark felt his face blush as he realized this old man imagined Superman when he pleasured himself. He had to get out of here, his identity’s been discovered, but for some reason he couldn’t move. The elderly man continued to smile before speaking. “Well what are you waiting for?” The man laughed, before grabbing his huge member. “Aren’t you going to service my cock like always?” He asked, pushing his large tool towards the handsome hero’s beautiful lips. Before Clark could regain control of his body and react, the stranger’s cockhead gently touched his lips. Both Clark and the man gasped. Just the feeling of Superman’s lips lightly touching his cock was enough for the old man to lose control and ejaculate all over the hero’s beautiful face. Horrified by the turn of events, Clark quickly stood up and backed away, until the elderly man’s shocked face was lost in the heavy steam. He could barely see with the man’s cum all over his face, but as he turned around, he found the glowing red EXIT sign. He bolted through the door, until he was back in the cool air of the locker room.
Clark shut his eyes and tried to get his breathing under control. He cringed as he realized he could still taste the old man’s cum on his tongue. Hesitantly, he swallowed it, and was surprised by the sudden pulse in his cock, enough to make him lick his lips clean of the gooey salty cream.
Clark didn’t understand what was happening to him. He wasn’t gay, he was sure of that fact. So why was his body reacting like this? Why was he getting so aroused in front of all these perverted old men? He was disgusted thinking about his lips touching the stranger’s cock just now, and yet felt strangely excited when it happened.
“It has to be the oils.” He said quietly to himself. It must be from Poison Ivy’s aphrodisiac substance. Why else would he be getting so horny around these kinds of people? Wiping the cum away, he slowly opened his eyes. Clark knew what he needed to do, he needed to shower the oil off his body right away. Without his powers, he was unable to fight off the powerful aphrodisiac. He needed to clean the old man’s cum from his face anyway, but he needed to clean off the oils from his skin as soon as possible, before anything else happened.
Clark looked back at the steam room entrance. His glasses were still in there. He knew he should go back and find them, but it was too risky, the man who was still in there knew he was Superman. He couldn’t risk the stranger seeing his face as Clark Kent. It was an even greater risk to walk over to the public showers without his glasses, but Clark did so, keeping his head low just in case someone should recognize him as Superman.
As Clark stood at the entrance to the large open shower, he let out a disappointed sigh as he saw that not a single man had a stitch of clothing, no swimsuits, no underwear, nothing. He desperately wished he wouldn't draw attention to himself, but being the only one wearing any kind of cover up would definitely make him the odd man out.
He should've already known it would be impossible not to draw any attention, what with his handsome features and outstandingly muscular physique on full display.
Even still, he quickly grabbed a towel from a nearby shelf and wrapped it around his neck, making sure the two ends were covering up his big pecs. Fearful someone might notice his full sensitive nipples; especially after that first comment the man in the locker room made.
Keeping his gaze low, he walked through the long humid hall of showering men. Even with his head down and his torso covered, he could still feel their eyes on him. He had no doubt all the men stopped scrubbing themselves as their eyes bulged out at him. He was the youngest, and truly most perfect specimen to ever enter these showers.
Finally, he found a vacant shower head, a good distance away from the nearest occupied one. Hanging his towel, Clark uncovered his face and turned the lukewarm water on. He immediately threw his head under, washing away the elderly man’s semun from his face. He felt refreshed under the water, almost like he was being revived. Not enough to give him back any of his super-senses thanks to the green glow of the lights above, but enough to feel safe in knowing the oils were being rinsed away.
With his head still soaked under the water, he felt around for the caddy under the faucet, until his hand found the bottle of body wash that accompanied each shower head. Clark poured a heavy dollop on his hands and proceeded to lather them up. Unfortunately, the all-too familiar sweet scent didn’t hit his nose until it was too late, his soaped up hands had already begun to scrub his pectorals. His eyes shot open under the water. “Oh fuck, no no no…” He quietly begged as he felt his nipples respond to the soapy substance, he looked back at the bottle shelved on the caddy, his heart filling with dread: “Poison Ivy’s Luxure Douche”
Clark knew he needed to wash his hands, vehemently scrub the poison off his body, run away, do something! Yet he just couldn't bring himself to do any of that. All he could do was remain standing under the water as his soap-lathered hands stroked his heavy man breasts, continuously fondling and squeezing them. The aphrodisiac was far stronger in gel form than it was as an oil or steam, completely distracting Clark from the danger that the potent substance held, and thinking only about the amazing sensation of his cock swelling as he soaped up his pecs. He looked down at his twin round muscle tits and cupped underneath them with his hands, lifting the slabs of each muscle up. Feeling their huge heft in his palms and seeing his dark pink nipples swelling outward, before then dropping them, and feeling them bounce and jiggle back to their resting position. He looked down at each nipple hardening, watching the water drip from each nub. Clark reached up and began to gently caress each teat with his soapy thumbs, shuddering at the sensation. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, no longer even thinking about protecting his identity as he let out a pattern of soft breathy moans.
He was completely lost in the euphoria, not even noticing that his lustful groans were drawing an audience. In the last few minutes, a number of men began to occupy the surrounding shower heads, or just stop their own showers to come and see the show. They couldn’t believe it but there he was, Superman, the superhuman specimen of male perfection, showering before them. He was truly the most handsome being any of them had ever seen and will likely ever see again. What a gift to witness such a spectacle. They had always imagined what the sexy young hero looked like underneath his tights, and now here he was showering off his smooth, muscular body in plain sight. Clearly lost in lust as he continued to grope at his own pecs, pulling on his delicious looking nipples.
All sense of reason in Clark’s head was gone as he took his soapy hand and pulled his blue speedo down, lathering up his hard cock. With his eyes still shut, he grinned to himself as began to pump his thick meat, completely unaware that he was being watched by a room full of naked old men. Eyes widened and jaws dropped as their gazes feasted on the super- cock being jerked, immediately following suit.
Feeling the substance on his cock sensitized Clark’s body like never before. He kept up the assault on his juicy nipple as his other hand was busy playing with his cock. He couldn’t even register just how far gone he was as he slowly opened his eyes, his vision landing on an enormous soapy penis. He didn’t even react as he noticed two leathery looking hands begin to wash the huge member. Clark slowly began to smirk as he realized the hands weren’t necessarily washing the penis, but actually following the same rhythm of Clark’s when playing with himself. Clark continued to play with his penis as he got entranced by the steady playing of the other man’s cock, barely realizing he was getting further turned on witnessing the stranger’s jerking. Very slowly, the handsome hero’s eyes began to wander up the man’s body, until his gaze met the wrinkled face looking right back at him, a wide grin on the stranger’s lips.
Making eye contact with the man, Clark’s eyes suddenly widened and his whole body flinched, as if waking from a bad dream. He quickly looked away from the old man, only to then notice every other shower surrounding him was occupied, and the loose crowd that started to build. All the old men were staring and smiling at him with lecherous grins, a few chuckled as they noticed his shocked expression.
Clark looked down at himself and quickly let go of his nipple, but then gasped upon seeing his thick cock pointing straight out for all these perverted men to see. Quickly trying to tuck it into his speedo, his heart pounded in humiliation and panic. Without his glasses, all these men knew he was Superman. He shuddered in shame as he realized he had just exhibited himself completely naked, pleasuring his body in front of all these adult men. He had never felt more exposed, or more humiliated than he did right now.
He was horrified by the enormous cocks each man sported as they continued to jerk themselves watching him. He was only now noticing that every penis he had seen today was bigger than his own, and bigger than any man’s should be. Clark then saw that a few men were still chuckling and pointing at his groin. He looked down and froze. Even with his hard cock hidden in the speedo, the water made the fabric near transparent, allowing all these men to still view his most private organ.
Quickly, Clark turned around to grab his towel, just about ready to run, but then heard: “Oooh look at that beautiful big ass.” Someone chuckled. Clark flinched realizing that his speedo was just as transparent in the back as it was in the front. Forgetting his towel, and not even bothering to turn the shower off, he quickly bolted out of there. As he escaped the crowd of horny old men, eager hands reached out to feel him up, touching his round backside and feeling his stomach muscles. One even managed to pull on his hard nipple.
He risked slipping on his dripping wet feet as he kept running, until he found an open linen closet. Closing the door behind him, Clark leaned against it; Trying to get his breathing under control after that horrific display of exhibition and humiliation. He looked down at his huge pecs, his nipples were still beyond swollen, and his cock was uncomfortably hard. He couldn’t properly wash Poison Ivy’s substance away, and so he will likely be kept in his horrible state of arousal for a while. He desperately needed to get out of this evil place, full of Kryptonite light fixtures, sexually potent substances, and unnaturally horny old men who knew exactly who he was.
He slowly opened the door ajar, making sure the coast was clear, then quickly grabbed a towel from a shelf before exiting the closet. The locker room looked thankfully empty, all the men must still be showering. He patted himself dry as he made his way over toward his locker. He wrapped his towel around his waist as he finally found his locker number’s row, however when he reached it, Clark saw there were two men in front of it. One sitting on the bench and one standing right beside his locker. They looked at him and grinned, clearly waiting for him. Clark’s stomach lurched when he realized the man standing was the one who commented on his ‘tits’ and flashed him when Clark had first arrived, and that the other man was the one from the steam room who came on his face.
“So Franklin here wasn’t lying. Superman is really in the building.” The standing man laughed.
Clark’s heart raced. “What do you want?” He asked, trying hard to keep his voice firm and dominating, as if he were interrogating any other foe. Yet, he couldn’t shake his burdening nerves though, especially when taking note of the exceptionally large tent protruding from the man’s towel.
The old man smiled. “I just wanted to introduce myself, I didn’t get to earlier. My name’s Edwin, it’s a pleasure to meet you Superman. You’ve already met Franklin here, though from what he tells me you skipped the names and went straight for his dessert.” Edwin laughed, as a smiling Franklin nodded his head zealously, his wide blue eyes never leaving Superman’s handsome face.
Clark flinched at the standing man’s comment, before turning to the sitting 80 year old man. “Sir, what happened in the steam room, I’m sorry but that was all a mistake, and a big misunderstanding.” He stated. “Me kneeling in front of you was an accident, I myself am not…” Clark tried to explain he wasn’t gay, but the old man interrupted him. “Oh Superman, there’s nothing to be sorry for. You’ve given me the best release I have felt in all my 83 years.” He exclaimed. “It was all thanks to those soft lovely lips of yours, and I can’t wait to thank them properly.” He laughed, making Clark’s face flush. He kept his head down, and proceeded towards his locker. “Well it was nice to meet you both, but I really must be goi…” He tried to say as he opened his locker, however Edwin quickly slammed it shut.
“Oh I hope you aren’t in a hurry Superman.” He said with a smirk. “I was hoping we could spend a little time together since I missed you in the sauna.” Edwin chuckled, his towel’s tent lightly brushing against Clark’s leg, making the young hero’s throat tighten.
The old man then swiftly reached out and pulled Clark’s towel apart, exposing his swollen meat packed tight in the near translucent speedo. Clark gasped at the intrusion, while both men laughed. “Well look at that, look at that healthy package. I see you have enjoyed the refreshing showers, Superman.” Franklin chuckled, making Clark blush as he tried to cover his bulge with his hands. “I’m just surprised that speedo’s not in red.” Edwin laughed. “Considering those undies you wear over your suit are so.”
Seeing Edwin’s hand about to reach out and touch the thick package, Clark quickly slapped the hand away, and was about to punch the pervert in the face, regardless of his age. However, Edwin caught his fist with his hand. “Aaaahhhh…” Clark hissed in pain as elderly man held his wrist hard. “How… How are you stronger than me?” He asked as the old man tightened his grip. Edwin smiled. “I suppose I have those lights above to thank for that.” He stated, and Clark’s gaze went up to the green tinted lights above.
Kryptonite…” He whispered, and the old man smirked. “Yep that’s right. Fluorescent lights with Kryptonite emitters. We keep them on at only 50%, any more and we’d have to carry our cock and balls in walkers.” He laughed. Seeing Superman’s confused face, he began to explain. “We were all just like every other old fart out there a few months ago. Alone, wasting away, and just about on the cusp of impotence. But then a nice lady from Gotham City came and fixed this place up. Her body oils and soaps made our dicks as hard as any younger one out there.” He laughed. “Not long after, she paid to have those fancy green lights put in around this place, and something amazing happened.” Edwin continued, before he loosened his towel, letting it drop. Clark once again gasped at the enormous size of the old man’s penis. “With those soaps swelling our cocks up continuously, those pretty lights actually made our manhood super .” He laughed, as Clark realized what he was saying. Poison Ivy’s products gave these elderly men their sex drives back, however due to the radiation exposure of the kryptonite lights, their penises had swelled to monstrous size.
“I see the lights are affecting you too, Superman.” Edwin noted. “I mean they’re not enough to completely immobilize you, but enough to take away your super strength and speed. Enough to be bested by an old geezer like me.” He laughed, keeping his grip on Clark’s wrist.
“You don’t understand, these products are dangerous!” Clark tried to reason. “A number of men have been suffering heart attacks from the sexual gratification off these soaps and oils.” Clark explained, but Edwin only smirked like he already knew.
“That’s because they were greedy.” He stated. “They pilfered the soaps and oils, brought them home. They didn’t understand that our old bodies can’t handle that kind of stamina without the help of these lights.” Edwin explained. “These lights and soaps gave us some great gifts Superman, but the best gift they gave was definitely you.” He laughed while Clark uncomfortably tried to free his wrist.
“What are you talking about?” Clark demanded. Edwin looked down at the sexy muscular body, his gaze landing on the blue tented speedo. “Well, if it weren’t for these lights, you wouldn’t have been able to sample the true pleasure of these soaps and oils. Just look at that big cock of yours, stewing in horniness, begging for some attention.” He laughed. He then reached out and was this time successful in cupping the superhero’s swollen bulge. Clark gasped at the intrusion, his eyes widening. He tried to break free of the humiliating hold when suddenly Edwin let go of his wrist, only to push the superhero up against the locker.
The old man freed his hold but Clark remained still, standing frozen in shock while Edwin and Franklin’s eyes feasted on the near naked muscular body. Edwin’s eyes began to wander up the young defined muscles in his rippling abs, until his gaze settled on the hero’s enormous pecs. He shook his head as he stared at the twin mounds of muscle. “My goodness... Look at those tits!” He laughed, making Clark cringe.
“They are very big!” Franklin noted. “Those muscular tits are bigger than most women’s breasts!” He chuckled, making Clark shudder.
"They sure are!" Edwin responded with a laugh. "I've never seen a better set of tits than these. That's for sure." He said in a low lustful voice. Clark then gasped as the elderly man reached out, grabbing a handful of his pec flesh and squeezed. “What the…” Clark reacted. No one had ever touched him like this, much less been able to actually squeeze any of his muscles. His heart pounded in an unusual mix of fear and excitement. “They feel amazing.” The old man moaned, continuing to squeeze the superhero’s huge pecs. “Ahhh… stop… no…” The handsome young hero muttered weakly. This wasn’t right, the way this perverted old man was touching him, yet he couldn’t deny the jolt of excitement that charged through his body as his pecs were squeezed.
“Wow, just look at those perky nipples.” Edwin said, watching the large dark pink tips swell outward. “They look hard enough to cut glass. I bet under different lighting, they could.” The old man chuckled, making Clark blush in shame. Edwin’s thumbs lightly caressed the swollen nubs. “Fuck…” Clark subconsciously moaned. Edwin looked up. “You like that don’t you, Superman. You like when this old man plays with your supertits.” He laughed as he saw Superman’s cheeks burning at his comment.
“Ahhhh…” Clark hissed as the hands began to pull and pinch his nipples. “Please stop…” He tried to plead in between moans and groans. Edwin smirked at him. “You don’t really want that Superman, do you? Your body is saying otherwise.” He replied, looking down. Clark followed his gaze and noticed his rock hard cock tenting his blue speedo. “It looks to me like you like having your big tits played with, don’t you.” Edwin laughed. Clark looked down in shame. He would never admit it but it’s true, the sensation happening on his nipples was unbelievable. This was wrong though! He was the epitome of male perfection, and these perverted old men were treating his chest muscles like they were a woman’s tits. He was disgusted but at the same time highly aroused.
“Yes he definitely likes that!” A new voice stated. Clark looked up and noticed someone watching them. He cringed upon realizing it was the bald man from the sauna. “I’ve seen him playing with his sexy tits in the sauna, getting pretty hot and heavy with them. But I had no idea I was witnessing Superman getting horny.” He laughed. Edwin looked at the man and smiled. “Is that right, Artie?” He laughed as the man nodded, coming closer.
“Wow, they look amazing in the light.” Artie noted, reaching out to start pinching and pulling on the hero's full nipple. “Fuck…” Clark cringed as his nipples were played with by the two elderly perverts. “They look delicious…” Artie moaned before turning his head.
“Say Edwin, have you ever sucked on super tits?” Artie laughed, feeling the hero’s whole body flinch at the question. “Ha ha, only in my fantasies Artie.” The old man answered, as he looked down at the swollen nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. Both he and Artie weren't particularly tall, both their mouths were near exactly the same level as Superman's swollen nipples. Edwin looked up at Superman’s acute shame. He noted a pleading look in his eyes before turning his attention back to Artie. “Care to join me in sucking?” He laughed.
The young hero was frozen with excitement and dread as he saw the two grinning perverts inches from his hard nipples. "Please stop.. don't..." was all he could beg before he felt both sets of rough dry lips latch onto his swollen nubs. “Aaahhhh…” Clark cringed and shuddered, feeling the two men begin to suckle. Edwin on his right nipple, and Artie on his left. Each mouth had a different technique of sucking. Edwin gave the areola a few quick sucks before his teeth clamped down harder on the sensitive nub. Artie held the whole areola in between his crinkly lips, and flicked the nub relentlessly.
Clark desperately wanted to push them away, to fight back, but he was too confused. The young superhero had always been curious about what it would be like to have someone play with his sensitive nipples, let alone suck them. Yet he would never have imagined it would be by two perverted old men. He was beyond disgusted by what was happening to him, and yet, he couldn't deny how amazing it felt. He had never felt such sheer pleasure as the feeling of these two hungry mouths suckling on his muscle tits. The activity happening to his nipples sent a series of jolts rushing to his hardening cock.
He tried to make sense of the situation, blaming it on the aphrodisiac, on the oils and soaps that were still on his skin. For he would NEVER be turned on, or fall prey to foes like these two old men. He was a superhuman masculine straight man, and yet for the first time, he felt helpless.
It was then that Clark noticed Franklin standing up. He moved closer, a wide grin on his face. “It’s truly beautiful to watch your face as you experience such pure bliss, Superman.” He said before his gaze lowered and he noticed the hard tent pointing out between the two suckling old men. The blue speedo was soaked in pre-cum. Franklin then looked up at the handsome face in anguish. Clark knew what the old man was thinking, and his eyes were pleading him not to, but Franklin shook his head and chuckled. “Oh Superman, please don’t be bashful. Your manhood is practically begging to be freed from such a tight nylon prison.” He stated, before reaching out and pulling the speedo down to the hero’s feet. Clark’s hard cock sprang out, pointing straight. “Aaaahhh…” He hissed as he felt his highly sensitive cock freed. He bit his lip as he felt his cock drool some more pre-cum. He hung his head in shame, for here he was completely naked, getting his nipples sucked, and horny beyond belief.
But a few moments later, Clark felt a wrinkled hand lift his chin. Franklin’s smiling face looked him straight in the eye, before the man’s gaze landed on his biting lips. Franklin shook his head once more. “Those beautiful lips…” He sighed. “I always imagined they would feel incredible on my cock, and it turns out I was right!” He laughed before moving a little closer, leaning in. Clark shivered as he felt the old man’s lips lock with his. He was surprised and disturbed to be kissing such an old man, but was much more surprised by himself as he hesitantly kissed back. Perhaps it was because Clark knew he was in no position to refuse the kiss, but also, he found himself surprisingly aroused by the feeling of the man’s tongue moving across his mouth.
He momentarily felt relief when both Artie and Edwin finally stopped their assault on his swollen nipples, but quickly realized that they only stopped to watch the spectacle that was Superman making out with the 80 year old man. “Look at you Frank, you’re making Superhero blush.” Edwin chuckled. Suddenly both Edwin and Artie pushed the bench in front of them, in between Clark and Franklin’s legs, until it was pushed against the locker behind the hero.
Finally, the old man broke the kiss, and Clark let out a sigh. Feeling his legs give out momentarily, he sat down on the bench between his legs. As he started to get his breathing under control, he finally took note of his surroundings and gasped.
Almost all of the men from the showers had formed a little crowd in front of him and the three men. He didn’t know how long they’d been standing there, but he had no doubt in his mind that they all bore witness to Superman being kissed by the elderly man.
Suddenly, Clark felt himself being pushed down against the bench. “Ahhh what the hell are you doing?” He reacted as his thick muscular legs were pulled apart by two older men from the crowd, his rock hard cock pointing provocatively to the ceiling.
He could hear the crowd laugh and cheer. “Wow, that is one beautiful ass… Can’t believe I’m looking at Superman’s virgin asshole… Fuck, it looks so sweet and tight.” He heard them say, followed by chuckles and more humiliating comments.
Clark then noticed Artie kneeling down in front of his scrotum. But what made the young hero stiffen though, was when he noticed the old man pour a dollop of the shower’s body wash in his hand, lathering them up. Clark’s eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen, he tried to break free from the hold his legs were in but it was too late. The old man's middle and index fingers found the sweaty quivering entrance to the hero's interior. “Aaaahhh…” He cringed, feeling the cold fingers enter him. Artie slowly rubbed the hole, teasing its walls, causing Clark to shudder and shiver in sensual pleasure. "Oooooooh, Sir noo… uggghhh". The young hero tried to protest as the man continued to work the firm shoot. Feeling the Poison Ivy’s substance inside him was indescribable.
Artie grinned as his fingers pumped in and out of Superman's juicy virgin hole, watching as the superhero's sweat-covered muscular torso squirmed and writhed in shame and denied pleasure. Hearing the young man’s moans and grunts become more jagged and shallow, Artie knew Superman was ready. Taking his fingers out of the warm opening, he stood up. “So… which one gets to be first.” He asked. Every single septuagenarians looked at one another, a wide grin on their faces and their cocks dripping at the idea that one of them would have the pleasure to fuck Superman. However before anyone could volunteer as tribute, Edwin answered: “I think it should be Franklin.”
Franklin looked at Edwin, his blue eyes wide and jaw open. “Me, really?” He asked with a wide grin as Edwin nodded. “Yeah I think so. You’re the most senior member here at 83 years old. We all know you’ve been fantasizing about this a while and let’s face it, he clearly reacts to your cock.” He laughed, which the crowd all joined in on.
Clark could hear every word of the conversation, and felt his heart pounding in dread as he realized what was about to happen. He desperately wanted to flee, fly out of the building, but just couldn’t break free of the men holding his legs up. He started to panic as he saw Franklin approach him, the old man’s monstrously big cock pointing directly at him.
Franklin leaned down, his wrinkled saggy chest resting against Clark’s smooth torso. “Please sir, don’t do this. I’m not gay, this isn’t right.” Clark desperately pleaded, fear filling his eyes, but Franklin shushed him with a long and passionate kiss.
Finally, the old man pulled away with a smile. “Do not fear Superman. I promise to be gentle.” He said quietly as he stood up, standing right in front of the hero’s tight entrance.
Clark felt his face heat up as he saw the audience of men behind Franklin, grinning with anticipation. All these perverted old men knew he was Superman, they saw him completely naked in the shower, watched him as he jerked his cock and played with his nipples. And now, they were going to watch as he was fucked by this perverted octogenarian, destroying Superman’s perfect masculine image. He had never been so humiliated before in his life.
Clark cringed as he felt the monstrously hard cock pressing against his hole. “Ahhh.... Ohhhh... Noooo." He squealed as it started to penetrate him. Franklin’s eyes widened and his jaw hung open as his cock slid through the hero’s tight entrance. “Ooooh so tight, but so smooth... yes…” He moaned, closing his eyes in lust.
Clark shut his eyes and gritted his teeth. He had never given an enemy or foe the satisfaction of seeing him in distress, but when Franklin’s entire cock had completely impaled the tight hole, he couldn’t help it, he screamed in pain.
The crowd of naked men watched in anticipation as they witnessed it, Superman squirming in discomfort as Franklin held his cock inside him.
He felt as though his insides were splitting open but slowly, Clark's hole relaxed a little. He gritted his teeth as the old man slowly pulled his blunt tool out, only to shove it right back, resulting in another scream from Superman, and then a quick but very clear moan. Franklin smiled as he realized what it meant, the young hero was starting to feel good. With this thinking, the old man no longer held back, and started thrusting hard between the round ass cheeks.
"Aaaaargh!!! God!! Please Stop!! Ohhhhhh!!”
Superman's tormented screams of pain and forbidden pleasure echoed through the locker room. Eventually though, his screams became shallower and shallower until they had turned into a series of moans and lust-filled grunts. He was no longer gritting his teeth, as his body no longer denied the pleasure that began to accommodate the huge invasion.
“Fuck…” Clark moaned lustfully, finally allowing the pleasure in. He could hear the crowd jeer at him, shouting lewd comments but he barely registered any of it. He barely even registered that his legs were no longer being held up by the two men, but were actually resting on Franklin’s shoulders.
The old man looked down at the superhero he was fucking, and was completely hypnotized by the beautiful sight. Superman's muscle breasts jiggled up and down with every thrust, each slicked with sheen of sweat. However, it was looking at the handsome face, contorted with lust and anguish, biting those lovely lips that truly did it. Franklin knew he was almost ready to shoot his load inside the Super-hole.
Clark gasped and his eyes widened as he suddenly felt two mouths begin to suckle at his huge muscle tits again. He looked at each pectoral, and realized it was the two old men who had been holding his legs up. “Uhhhh God...” Clark groaned in lust. It was becoming too much for him, he could feel his completely hard cock impatiently leaking. He was almost there, ready to let his body give in, but he couldn’t! He refused to cum, he would not sink so low in humiliation as to let all these perverted old men witness Superman shoot his load.
"You love this, don’t you?" He heard Edwin whisper into his ear. Clark turned his head slightly to the side and saw the old man's face inches from his, a wicked grin resting on his lips. "This is what you've been looking for, isn't it Superman? Someone to play with your body, to suck on your tits. I see your body wanting all this. I know this is what you like, isn't it Superman? To be treated like a horny little slut for all these old man cocks?" He chuckled.
Clark wanted to deny it, blame it on the poisonous soaps and oils, he would never be turned on by these old men. Wouldn't he? However, he couldn't deny how amazing it felt to have these men's lips feasting on his nipples, and as humiliating as it was, he couldn’t deny that he was turned on by the way each old man's cock was horny for his body. But he would never admit that aloud to anyone.
Unfortunately though he didn't need to, for hearing Edwin's dirty words, and saying such naughty things, made Clark's cheeks burn furiously. Superman's blush was all the answer the old man needed. "I thought so. I knew you were a horny little slut, Superman." He quietly laughed into Clark's ear. "A Super Slut. That's what I'll call you from now on, Super-Slut."
It was beyond humiliating to hear, and as horrible as it was to admit, beyond exciting. Suddenly, he heard a loud jagged wail come from Franklin as the old man thrusted into him one last time. Clark’s eyes widened as he felt his insides being filled up. The sensation of feeling the old man’s cum inside him was just too much. Within seconds of Franklin’s orgasm, Clark felt himself start to shake. He had refused to let this happen, but he couldn't stop it, it was too powerful.
The young hero threw his head back and screamed with lust and sweet pain; his eyes were squeezed shut as his entire body convulsed, arching his big cock over his muscular frame as it burst. Copious amounts of creamy ‘super cum’ spurted all over Superman's abs, and pecs. Before long, the crowd of naked old men watching all came forward, they bent down and licked the superhero's cum clean off his beautiful body.
Clark was beyond humiliated as he felt all these perverted old men licking every inch of semun from his perfect body. “Ugghhh…” He groaned as he even felt one man take his now flaccid cock and lick it clean, even sucked the remaining cum from his piss slit. He couldn’t believe it but for the first time, he felt defeated.
“That’s a good little Super-Slut.” He heard Edwin laugh in his ear. He turned to face the elderly man smiling down at him. “Okay…” Clark said in an exhausted, defeated voice. “You’ve had your fun. Now will you please let me go?” He begged in between hard breaths. “Let you go?” The old man repeated with a chuckle. “Oh no no my boy. We’ve only just begun.” He laughed. Clark’s eyes widened. “What are you talking about?” He asked nervously.
“Oh Superman, you don’t understand. You’re the youngest, best looking man to ever walk into this locker room. How many of us old geezer do you think get the privilege of ever fucking someone as young or sexy as you? What do you think the chances are of any of us getting an opportunity like this ever again?” He asked, as the superhero’s eyes widened in realization. Edwin smiled. “Now you understand, the fun’s not over until we all get a turn with this beautiful body of yours.” He laughed, giving Clark’s nipple a pinch.
The young hero began to panic. He was about to be fucked by all these perverted old men? “Hey, don’t worry Super-Slut, it’s gonna be a long night, but we’ll make sure you enjoy every single minute of it.” Edwin reassured him.
Clark highly doubted that, he could barely survive the humiliation of one old man fucking him, how was he going to…
“Aaaahhhh..” He moaned in surprise. Clark sat up a moment and his eyes widened. Artie was rubbing Poison Ivy’s oil into Clark’s flaccid cock. Within less than a minute of jerking it, Clark could feel his cock hardening even faster now. Once as swollen as it was before, Artie smiled and moved out of the way, only for Edwin to stand in his place. The old man smiled as he held Clark’s legs in place. The crowd of naked old men watched in anticipation.
Clark felt his face heat up watching each of their enormous cocks and knowing by the end of the day, he was going to be fucked by each one of them. His mind, caught in a whirlwind of dread, humiliation and sexual excitement, was then interrupted by the feeling of Edwin’s enormous cock being thrusted into him. “You feel so good, Super-Slut.”