Milking Superboy

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Milking Superboy

“Let me go you bastards!” Superboy yelled.

Superboy struggled as his wrists hung in chains from the ceiling, high above his head. His ankles were chained to the floor below him. The young hero’s spandex-clad body was left spread-eagled in the centre of the dimly-lit dungeon. The young hero’s voice echoed through the cavernous room.

He tried to break the chains. But they held firm.

“What? Impossible!”

He tried again. He pulled at the chains with all his might. But they still didn’t budge!

“It’s useless.” Said another voice. A masked man emerged from the shadows. “Those chains are made of kryptonite. You won’t be breaking them any time soon.”

“What are you guys going to do to me?” asked Superboy.

The masked man chuckled. “I’m going to keep you here as my sex slave, Superboy. I’ll beat some obedience into you eventually. But first… I’m going to make you cum.”

The masked man motioned to the guards. “Strip him.”

The crowd of guards surrounded him. He tried to fend them off, but the chains held his arms in place. His body was left exposed and defenseless!

They grabbed his suit. With scissors and blades, they sliced his spandex suit off his body.

Soon, spandex scraps lay scattered across the dungeon floor, until Superboy was completely naked. It was truly a sight to behold. Superboy’s wide shoulders and huge chest were enough to impress any man or woman. But they tapered down into his toned, V-shaped back, and chiseled abs. His muscular thighs were a perfect match for his toned butt. But most impressively, hanging between his massive thighs was his massive cock! Even while flaccid, the sexual organ made the guards gasp at the sight.

The masked figure licked his lips as he placed his hand on Superboy’s bare chest.

“Without your suit, you’re just a normal boy.” He grinned as his hand slid across Superboy’s chest, pausing to grope each of his bulging pectorals.

“Nghh…” Superman grunted in protest as the masked man invaded his body.  “Don’t touch me!” Instinctively, he tried to punch the man, but the chains held him in place.

“Oh we’ll do more than just touch you…” The masked man leaned in. “We’re going to make you cum.”

“No!” Superboy struggled against his chains, desperately trying to break free.

“What’s wrong, Superboy?” The masked man snickered. “Afraid of being drained?”

“I’ll never cum for you! Never!”

“Oh, we’ll see about that.” He gestured to one of the guards, who nodded in response.

The guard approached Superboy’s bound body, until he hovered inches away from Superboy’s naked body. The man’s hands slid down Superboy’s chest, down his chiseled abs, all the way down to the base of his cock.

“Nghh… Ahh…” Superboy squirmed as his cock was being handled by another man. The man’s gentle grip around his soft cock tickled his sensitive shaft. He tried to resist. He tried to pull his body away. He tried to will himself from becoming aroused. But it was futile. In no time at all, Superboy’s cock was rock hard, and standing at attention.

“Please… please stop.” gasped the young hero.

But the guard continued stroking his hardening shaft up, and down.

Up and down…

Up…

And down…

“Ohhh…” A guttural moan escaped Superboy’s mouth. Waves of sexual pleasure and frustration washed through his body. A small drip of precum formed at the head of his rock hard cock. He could feel his heavy balls churning with cum. How long could he last? He desperately tried to hold.  

The masked man snickered. “That’s right, Superboy. Cum for me!”

“No… Please, I – OHHH!!!”

Suddenly, Superboy’s cock erupted. Seven volleys of thick creamy cum shot out, arcing into the air, and onto the remains of Superboy’s red briefs.

Superboy’s body sagged against the chains. His breath heaved as his huge orgasm subsided.

“There… I came…” he gasped. “…Now let me go.”

The masked man motioned to the second guard. “Again.”

Immediately, the second guard grabbed Superboy’s cock and began polishing his shaft and head.

“Noooo!!!” screamed Superboy. “Please! It hurts!”

But the guard was merciless. His hand stroked the sensitive shaft even faster!

“Please!! No!! I’ve already cum! I can’t take it!”

The masked man sneered. “Didn’t I tell you, Superboy? I’m going to make you cum as much as I want.”

“No! Please! Not again! Not while my cock is so sensitive!”

The masked man laughed. “We’ll see just how much cum those SuperBalls are holding! We’re going to milk every last drop of cum from your balls.”

“No! Please! Don’t leave me here!”

But it was futile. If you were to venture into the dungeon that night, you would hear the tortured cries of Superboy as he was milked again... and again… and again.

“Please! There’s no more!” he’d cry.

And again and again…