Muscled Superhero Captured and Molested by Hobos

I was the newest member of my state's Revenger squad: the young boy wonder Muscleboy. My first assignment was a small, sleepy town where nothing major ever really happened, just to learn the ropes. My superpowers came from excess testosterone. My origin story was that my father had done NoFap for years before getting my mom pregnant with me, and his superpowers had evidently transferred to me in my mother's womb. My balls produced about a hundred times more testosterone than the average man's. This means my nuts were constantly getting filled to the brim with warm, milky super-cum. I was able to maintain peak cum and testosterone levels by never masturbating. Granted, my cock was always leaking since it was basically overflowing with semen, and I was always about one stroke away from cumming, but the superpowers I got from the lack of masturbation were immense. My body was utter perfection - not too lean, not too thick, with just the right combination of muscle and luscious curves. My massive, meaty pecs resembled a pair of the finest titties: thick, melon-like mounds with a hard, perky nipple at the tip of each. My perfectly symmetrical, sculpted abs were like an eight-pack of hard-boiled eggs, with an inviting little bellybutton nestled in-between the bottom two rows. The V-shape of my abs culminated in a perfectly smooth, hairless cock - eight inches erect, with a pair of plump round balls at the base. My ass was a sight to behold - it jutted out from my backside like a pair of juicy watermelons. Any woman would have given an arm and a leg to have an ass like mine. My quads and thighs were thick and powerful beyond belief, and complemented my sculpted ass perfectly.

Some would say my costume was a little bit too revealing, but I was okay with it. The top consisted of a tight little sky-blue baby tee that completely exposed my beefy arms (the sleeves were so short that they barely covered my shoulders). The bottom of the tee only went up to just above my bellybutton, exposing my entire lower belly and perfectly sculpted lower ambdominals. My bottom consisted of a sky blue thong that wrapped around my super-package and super-ass like a second skin. It was almost too tight, and I constantly pondered whether I should order a slightly larger size from Superhero HQ. The top of my sexy asscrack was always visible above the top of the thong, and if I bent over, half of my beefy round ass would end up exposed. There was a similar situation happening in the front of the thong: my always semi-erect super-cock, the outline of which was clearly visible through the skin-tight fabric, was in constant danger of popping out. To be honest, I have no idea how it stayed covered. The upper halves of my legs were completely exposed, highlighting my powerful quads and hamstrings. The lower halves were enveloped in sky-blue, ankle-length boots. I paired this get-up with a small blue mask over my eyes (nose and mouth still visible), and a small blue cape that only went down to the middle of my back. To be honest, I don't know what the point of the latter was, but HQ insisted it was superhero protocol. I also made sure to keep my body perfectly smooth and hairless, since this helped me be more aerodynamic during takedowns. Sometimes I'd coat my body in baby oil - I found this reflected the light, and would help blind my opponents during critical moments.

I could take down all manner of villains due to my increased strength, speed and agility. My signature takedown move was nicknamed Thigh Crusher: I'd surprise the enemy from up high, dropping down on them and wrapping their head in between my powerful thighs. They'd end up on the ground, me on top of them, grinding my inner thighs balls into their face while they struggled. Their arms would grab my ass, groping it, trying to lift me off of them, but it was useless - I was simply too strong. I'd stay like this until they passed out, then call in the cops to deal with cuffing, transporting and processing them. That was the extent of my job. After these takedowns, I'd usually head home to change my shorts, since all the stimulation around my genital area would usually result in me spewing copious amounts of precum into the front of my super-thong.

I loved working in this town. There were really no super-villains to worry about, and the only real foes I faced were hobos and vagrants. They were a disorganized bunch, always operating alone, and every fight I got into, I was able to get the jump on them. To be honest, the whole time I'd been here, I'd never once had a fair fight. Which was fine by me - that wasn't really my job description. All I had to do was round up the bad guys, collect a paycheck, and the cops took care of the rest. Then one day, all of that changed.

I was walking through an alleyway, doing my usual rounds, not a care in the world, strutting and shaking my ass as I walked, checking myself out in the reflections of any windows I passed by. I'd used a copious amount of baby oil this morning, and my whole body glistened in the sunlight, every contour of my beautiful muscles gleaming as they reflected the rays. God, I looked good today. There was one particular window that offered a really nice, unobstructed, full-body view of myself, so I stopped in front of it and started doing a few sexy poses for good measure, flexing my biceps, pecs, then wheeling around and arching my back while extending my sexy ass, shifting my weight from leg to leg, flexing my powerful quads.

I probably should've focused more on my surroundings than on my sultry body, and this proved to be my undoing. All of a sudden I heard a commotion behind me. Before I could turn around, the hobos closed in on me. I couldn't count, but there must have been about ten of them. Their attack was coordinated and precise: four of them grabbed my beefy arms, and tied what felt like paracord around my wrists, wrapping them tightly and extending them up over my head. I strained and wiggled, protesting feebly, but to no avail - there were too many of them, and the paracord was wrapped too tight. The other end of the cord was tossed up, looped around a nearby fire escape ladder, and tied off back at the bottom. I was now standing trussed up, on my tiptoes, my arms stretched above my head and completely useless. I kicked my legs desperately, but extending them too much caused me to lose my balance. I looked around and for the first time, was able to get a good look at my captors. They were all hobos that I'd previously taken down and thrown in the slammer for small crimes - public intoxication, urination, petty theft, you name it.

"What... what is this?" I asked, my voice shaking a little.

"This is payback, Superslut." said one of the hobos. He was significantly larger than the rest, a little taller than myself, with a large, heavy-set build. He had a massive beer belly and a long white beard that made him look like some kind of homeless Santa Claus, "we've had just about enough of you, prancing around, ruining our fun."

He came up close to me, to the point where I could smell his alcohol-tainted breath. He looked me up and down, a smirk on his face, then reached up and grabbed my cheeks roughly with his right hand, holding my head up. He took his other hand, and with one gnarly finger, began feeling up my belly, using it to trace contours around my bellybutton and perfectly sculpted abs. Being trussed up in the position I was, my shirt had lifted up even higher than usual, and my entire abdominal rack was now completely exposed and that this pervert's mercy.

"We did a little research... we know what makes you tick, Superslut." he crooned, "you never cum. That's where your power comes from, no pun intended."

"What... no!" I protested, my words muffled by the hand clasped around my cheeks.

"That must be such torture for you... I can't imagine what it's like not being able to blow your load." he continued. He then took his fat thumb and shoved it into my mouth, continuing to press my cheeks together. I tried to prevent the rude intrusion, but the thumb pushed through my lips with ease, and began rummaging around the inside of my mouth. I moaned in protest, but for some reason, I found my mouth involuntarily clasping around the thick finger.

His other hand continued to explore my torso. His touch was rough but gentle at the same time: he clearly knew what he was doing, and it was working. My supercock had grown rapidly ever since he started touching me, and at this point it was fully extended, 8" long, thick and veiny, not a hair in sight. It was tenting my tiny little blue thong forward, the shaft of my cock completely exposed as it pushed the fabric away from my body.

"Looks like you're enjoying this," the hobo said softly. His cronies, standing around me in a semicircle, were clearly enjoying the show. As I glanced around, I could see that they were all pitching tents in their crotches. Some of them had their hands clasping their nether regions, massaging them through whatever worn-out they had on.

Suddenly, the hobo pulled his hands back, then grabbed my tight little top and pulled it up and over my face, blinding me. I could feel my beautiful titties pop out, the warm summer breeze washing over them. I wiggled around to try and get the shirt off my face so I could see again, but my efforts were in vain. All this did was cause my juicy pecs to jiggle around invitingly in front of my foes. For a few seconds, nothing happened - all I could feel was the lead hobo's hot breath on the ridge between my pectorals. I felt the breath travel around my side, then to my back - he had repositioned himself behind me. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt the grimy fingers closed around the beefy flesh mounds, gripping them tightly and roughly. "Oh fuuuck!" I moaned as the molestation of my titties began. The hobo kneaded them like dough, pulling them sideways, upwards, away from my body, pinching my nipples with his meaty fingers, rolling them between his thumb and index finger, yanking them rudely. I moaned and begged like a little slut as the hobo had his way with my man-tits. This was completely humiliating, but in my cum-filled, sex-deprived state, this was also a massive turn-on. I found myself standing on my tiptoes, leaning forward, flexing my pecs and pressing them into my tormentor's hands, rather than trying to escape.

My cock was hard as steel at this point, pulsing and leaking precum like a fountain. I could feel that the front of my thong was completely soaked. As the molestation continued, my rod continued to get inexplicably harder and harder, until all of a sudden I heard a loud 'pop', and the thong snapped. I could feel it still clasped between my powerful asscheeks, but my cock was now exposed, pointing at the sky like the Eiffel tower, the warm precum running down my shaft and over my smooth, hairless nuts, which I could literally feel churning as they begged for some kind of release.

There I stood, my legs apart, my arms trussed up above my head, my titties getting manhandled, my last shred of dignity gone and my massive erection on full display, begging for some attention. The ringleader continued to molest my sweaty, tight, oiled, beautiful upper body - groping my tits, yanking my nipples, feeling up my abs and belly, running his fingers through my pits and down my sides. At this point I was gyrating my body helplessly, rubbing my thick ass onto his lap, feeling his rock-hard erection between my asscheeks. The sensation of his fingers rummaging over my body was incredible - not being able to see anything, I never knew where his hands would end up. Every time he relocated his area of exploration, I'd let out a small gasp of pleasure.

All of a sudden the ringleader grabbed the shirt that was pulled tight over my eyes and yanked it down behind my neck, so I could see again. I looked around frantically, half-blinded for a second by the light. The hobos had clustered around me, standing about two feet away, ogling my body all over. Half of them now had their pants off and were jerking their cocks as they watched my ordeal, licking their lips lecherously.

"No... please don't look at me like that..." I moaned as my eyes adjusted to the light.

"Don't act like you don't like it." whispered the ringleader into my ear, "you love showing off your body, you vain little slut."

He paused for a second, then addressed his cronies, "boys, let's get to work on his cock. I want this boy to blow the biggest load of his life!" This announcement was greeted by whoops, hollers and cheers from the crowd around me.

"Oh no!" I gasped in an unconvincing voice, "please don't touch my cock! I beg you!"

As I said this, I felt my cock stiffen even further, jutting out in front of me, completely contradicting my pleas.

"Everyone take a turn," continued the ringleader, "each of you gets twenty seconds to work on his cock. But don't let him cum - I want it all for myself!"

The crowd rushed in like a flock of hungry vultures, each one grabbing frantically to be the first one for a chance at my cock. I felt hands close in around my shaft, my head, my nuts, groping and yanking my meat this way and that.

"Oooooohhhh fuuuck!" I moaned in a feminine voice. After having my cock ignored for so long, the feeling of that many hands on it all at once felt like heaven. For a second, I thought I would blow my load right then and there. A wave of panic washed over me - I couldn't, no, I wouldn't cum! If I did, it was all over: I'd lose all my superpowers instantly - years of progress lost for ten seconds of pure orgasmic bliss.

"One at a time!" roared the ringleader, his voice sounding completely deafening in my ear, "Frank, you first! After that, counterclockwise! Don't make me repeat myself."

The hobos obeyed, all of them taking a step back and releasing my junk, except for the so-called Frank. I sighed in relief as the feeling of orgasm dissipated. If they went one at a time, maybe I could hold out, I thought. I looked down at Frank as he wrapped his rough hand around my pulsing shaft, holding it tight, and began stroking me off slowly and meticulously. I threw my head back as the waves of pleasure washed over me again. It felt like every nerve on my cock was on overdrive. Frank observed my reaction, then wrapped his other hand around my large, hairless nutsack, rubbing it between his fingers, feeling the hot supercum oozing around inside.

"Ooooh... mmmmm..." I moaned, rocking my hips, thrusting my cock into Frank's hand, biting my lips in pleasure. I was in a very confused state. On the one hand, I wanted to cum more than anything in the world. You would too, if you'd refrained from orgasm for as long as I had. On the other hand, I knew that cumming would mean the end of my superhero career.

The next twenty minutes felt like a haze. Each hobo took a turn coming up to me and playing with my supercock for their alloted time. Some took it slowly and sensually, others jerked it at warp speed, showing my throbbing erection no mercy. Some used their tongues, some used their mouths, some used their hands. I begged, moaned and pleaded with them to no avail - if anything, my pitiful requests were only egging them on. I tried to hold in the orgasm as best as I possibly could, flexing every muscle, hell, every fiber of my being to preven my precious seed from spilling out. However, the feeling of rough hands molesting my beautiful, muscular body, treating me like a piece of meat, the relentless pumping of my supercock, and the dozens of horny eyes fixated on my peril was just too much for even a hardened hero like myself to handle. Before long I knew I was about to hit the point of no return.

"Fuck... I'm gonna cum..." I moaned in a slutty voice, throwing my head back, spreading my legs and succumbing to the feeling of being completely dominated by these goons.

"Well, boys, let's not let it go to waste!" yelled the ringleader. He walked around to my front, shooing the rest of the hobos away, and knelt in front of my pulsing, rock-hard super-boner. It twitched helplessly as it pointed skyward, tiny drops of glistening precum erupting from my piss slit and running down the shaft.

"Please sir... have mercy..." I whimpered in a tone that bordered on begging. The other hobos laughed as they busied themselves with prodding, pinching, groping and exploring the rest of my body. I yelped and wiggled to try and escape their clutches, but to no avail - my luscious body had become their plaything. The ringleader looked up at me with bloodshot eyes, then began slowly licking the precum off my shaft, his warm tongue running up and down my veiny boner, teasing me. I moaned like a bitch: the sensation was beyond amazing. I felt his tongue diddling around with my head, licking my piss slit, lapping up my precum like a hungry dog. I thrust my hips at him, begging, pleading with to end my torture, one way or another.

This went on for about five minutes, and was enough to reduce me to a slutty, sweaty, moaning, incoherent mess. All I could think about was my desperate need to cum. All sense of dignity and committment to my superhero career had long left me: at one point I was the pride of this town, but now I was nothing but a horned-up piece of supermeat for these hobos to play with. Finally, the ringleader had mercy. He took half of my cock into his warm, moist mouth. One of his hands wrapped around my shaft, while the other enveloped my balls, with an index finger prodding gently at my tight, hairless asshole.

"Oh god... ohhh noooo..." I moaned in a hoarse, feminine voice as I felt the impending orgasm approaching me like a runaway train. I flexed every muscle on my body as I tried to prevent the inevitable, but all this did was put on a show for the rest of the hobos. Seeing my sexy, muscled, oiled body like this, all my muscles and veins popping, only pushed them to grope me further. I felt fingers, hands, lips and mouths on what seemed like every inch of my flesh, my poor nipples being sucked, flesh groped, muscles kneaded. This, combined with the moist, hot, vacuum-like suction around my cock was enough to push me over the edge. For a second, all time seemed to stand still as my entire body tensed up, my nuts pulled up against my shaft, and my cock swelled to what seemed like twice its normal size.

"AAAAAAHHHHH! OOOOOOHHHHH!" I screamed louder than I remembered ever screaming before, and my cock exploded like a cannon. My steaming hot supermilk ejected from my piss-slit with the force of a bullet. I began wirthing and bucking wildly in my restraints, every muscle flexing and bulging to its limit, thrusting my hips desperately as I shot about twenty loads into the ringleader's mouth. With each spurt of cum, I felt my super-strength slowly sapping away. My muscles remained the same size, but they were all for show now - there was no longer any power in them. My godlike body was now completely powerless. As I went limp in my restraints, the hobo sucking on my cock continued to lap at it hungrily, draining every last drop of my supercum from my still rock-hard erection.

I felt my mind drifting. The complete sexual exhaustion brought on by this ordeal had left me feeling completely spent. I was only half-conscious as the ringleader got up and stood up straight, looking down at me from on high. He looked somehow bigger, significantly taller and wider than I remembered from just a half hour ago. I tried to fight through the mind fog to comprehend what I was seeing.

"Well well well, Superslut. How the tables have turned." he chuckled in a deep, ominous voice, "Your cum has made me more powerful than ever before!"

"No..." I gasped faintly, "how is this possible..."

"You will now feel my wrath!" he roared. He stepped around me, shooing the other hobos away, who had stopped molesting me to marvel at their leader's newfound power. He pressed his thick, powerful torso against my back. I could feel that his beer belly was now hiding hard abdominals under a thick layer of fat. His massive, hairy bear arms, almost twice as thick as I remembered, wrapped around me, feeling my sweaty body up and down, giving my nipples a firm tug. I yelped in response, and my cock jumped at attention despite having been completely drained just a minute earlier.

"You're mine now, Superslut." he whispered hoarsely in my ear.

"Don't call me that... My name's Muscleboy..." I whimpered back in a pitifully weak voice.

He didn't dignify me with a response. His arms left my body, and for a few seconds he went incognito. I heard the sound of a fly unzipping and pants dropping, and then felt his strong hands wrap around my legs, under my knees. With one swift motion he lifted my legs effortlessly into the air, speading them to the sides as he did so. I felt the warm air blow across my sweaty asscrack, then across my tight, hairless little asshole as my legs were spread even further. My cock twitched and pulsed eagerly as I felt the tip of his cock poke against the entrance to my superhole.

"Please, sir... no..." I moaned, my voice suddenly sounding incredibly feminine. I wiggled my tush a little bit in a desperate bid to escape his clutches, but all this did was rub my hole against his cockhead. I felt the head stiffen and engorge with blood at the stimulation.

"You know you want this." he crooned in my ear, then bit my earlobe gently as he pressed his cock against my hole. I heard an audible 'pop' as I felt the head enter me. A mixture of shame and pleasure overwelmed me. The feeling of being violated like this by my nemesis, my luscious body completely helpless, everyone's eyes ogling me up and down, was absolutely amazing. I had been overpowered, treated like a piece of prime meat on display, drained of my supercum, and was about to become these guys' fucktoy. Instead of rejecting the pressure against my anus, my hole inexplicably expanded to let more of the villainous cock inside.

"Ooooohhh..." I moaned like a bitch in heat as more and more of his meat entered me, inch by inch. I realized that he was barely moving: I was doing all the gyrating myself. My body had taken on a will of its own.

"Well, well, well, he really is a superslut," laughed the hobo, "he's riding me all by himself!"

I pumped my ass against his cock harder and harder, flexing my powerful midsection, putting my core, glutes, hamstrings and quads into every thrust. The hobos in front of me couldn't resist the temptation: a group of them huddled around and started groping my body again, while the rest stood back and stroked their cocks. The feeling of their hands on my chest, abs and thighs, pinching and groping my body as my ass got pounded, sent me into new realms of pleasure. I must've put on a real show for the crowd, moaning and yelping like a girl, my eyes half-closed, biting my lip, flexing every muscle in my body as I rode their leader's cock. My own rod was standing at full mast, twitching and shooting out small drops of precum with each thrust. I gradually intensified my thrusting, going faster and faster, and felt the cock inside me swell up in response to the increased stimulation.

"Ooooh... Your ass is amazing, boy..." I heard the hobo moan behind me, "I'm gonna cum..."

"Fuck yeah..." I moaned, "cum for me, sir..."

I felt his cock swell up, but as he tried to pull out, I clenched my asshole as hard as I could, trapping him inside me.

"Never surrender!" I yelled definantly, and began milking his cock with my ass at a rapid-fire pace, twerking on him as he tried desperately to free himself. His efforts were futile, and it wasn't long before I felt his cock swell up inside me, tense up for a moment, then begin jetting lava-hot cum into my insides.

"Yeah! Yeah!" I squealed like a girl as his cum flooded my hole. I continued to ride him, draining every last drop out of him, feeling my strength returning as his waned. Subconsciously, this had been my plan all along. I'd get to ride a cock AND get my power back - a two for one deal!

"Arrghh! You have outwitted me!" he roared in an overdramatic voice, bordering on parody. As I relaxed my ass and let him go, he released my legs and let me dangle there as he addressed his minions, "teach his brat a thing or two, boys! He's all yours! Plenty of supercum to go around!"

"Wait, what?" I gasped, struggling desperately in my bonds. In an instant, the hobos converged on me. I felt my legs being lifted up again, and another cock entering me from the back. This one was significantly smaller than the one I'd just finished milking, so it slipped in easily, despite me trying to clench my hole to prevent entry. Meanwhile, another hobo approached me from the front. He looked me up and down, then spit on his hand and reached down to my asshole. I felt his fingers rummage around, then begin stretching me out even further, creating a gap between the cock already inside me and the rim of my hole.

"Please... no..." I begged him. He only laughed in response, then stuck his cock inside me roughly. The feeling of two cocks inside me at once was something else entirely. I squealed like a bitch as the hobos began thrusting in unison. The hobo in front of me grinned, looking right into my eyes as he fucked me, watching my eyes tear up with a mix of pain, frustration and pleasure. His hands travelled up my body, tickling my abs one by one until they eventually found my nipples. He grabbed both of them in unison and yanked on them rudely. I yelped in response. He yanked them again, then reached one hand down while continuing to tweak my left nipple with his other hand. He found my rock-hard cock and began pumping my rod without mercy. No teasing, no foreplay, just rough flesh-on-flesh action.

"Please sir... Don't make me cum again..." I pleaded, but to no avail. I felt the cocks inside me tense up, and the hobos blew their loads into me in perfect unison. The feeling of their spunk filling me pushed me over the edge, and I squealed loudly as I blew my superspunk upwards like a geyser, hitting myself in the face, some of it splattering down and running down my chest and abs, pooling around my bellybutton.

"Don't let it go to waste! Eat it up!" yelled the ringleader as I went limp in my restraints. Once again, the super-strength had left me via my precious cum. All the hobos converged on me at once, their hungry mouths lapping up the cum from my belly, abs, and chest. Tongues, lips, teeth - licking, sucking, nibbling, biting. I moaned in absolute bliss as I felt the hobos' mouths on every inch of my muscular torso. In a matter of seconds, all the cum was gobbled up, but they continued to lick and ravage me like a pack of hungry wolves.

Needless to say, they all divvied up a fraction of my super-strength between them via consuming my cum. The excess testosterone made them hornier, so they all took turns fucking me and cumming inside me. This would replenish my cum reserves, which meant they had to milk it out of me again. This went on for hours until the idiots realized they should probably stop cumming inside me. At this point, they drained my cock dry one last time, collected it into a cup for later, and left me dangling there, in the middle of the alley, just a hunk of meat with a still inexplicably hard, dripping cock.

The night cleaning crew found me a few hours later, untied me and took me home - not to my home, but to one of the guys' bachelor pads, where you can imagine what they did with my hunky, helpless body.