Heroes: The Joy of Being Superman (Part 3 of 3)

CHAPTER 5. CAUGHT BY CATCHUM!

CHRIS’ STUDIO APARTMENT. OLD TOWN. METROPOLIS.

TAP! TAP! TAP!

“Who? Oh. Superman? Come in.”

Chris opens the French doors that lead to the fire escape, and he steps aside. He nervously adjusts his tiger-print robe, wondering if he should have put something on under it. Before opening the doors. He’d hate to be arrested while naked. After the hero’s last visit, Chris has been a confused wreck. He tried using Jimmy Olsen as a source, but the photographer knew nothing about what was going on. He didn’t even know that Chris was in trouble. 

Heroes: The Joy of Being Superman (Part 2 of 3)

CHAPTER 3.

NOW. LUKE LANGSTON’S LIVING ROOM. CENTRAL CITY.

As instructed, Superman enters the midcentury modern home through the patio doors after the lights flash. He looks around, pretending to search for something. He keeps his back to the hallway from where Luke will emerge. The mighty muscleman tries to will his cock to shrink. It’s not cooperating. He’s anxious for this moment. The hero has never been so anxious. He tries to clear his mind about the kryptonite. Luke’s real kryptonite that could have killed him.

Superman is sure that Luke doesn’t know that it’s real. Or that he is real. Luckily, his heat vision and freeze breath took it out of play. While Luke changed, the hero used his super-speed to steal the lead box, replace the real rock with a realistic fake version from his Fortress of Solitude, put it back under Luke’s sofa, and message Batman and Elongated Man to investigate. And he has arranged for Luke to ‘win’ $500 receiving his 'prize' tomorrow.

The superhero can't help but smile, thinking, "Not bad for less than three minutes work." With everything handled, Superman can focus on fun. Using his super-hearing, he knows Luke is behind him in the doorway.

It’s time to play.

Heroes: The Joy of Being Superman (Part 1 of 3)

CHAPTER 1.

NOW. LUKE LANGSTON’S HOUSE. CENTRAL CITY.

“Wow. Just wow.”

Luke Langston’s breath is taken away by the 32-year-old, 6’3”/230-lbs, black-haired, bespectacled white muscleman standing at his door. Luke is a handsome white man, but he’s a lot smaller and leaner at 5’10”/160-lbs. Luke is 28, blond, and scruffy. He workouts regularly, getting compliments on his body, but when it comes to being a superhero, he knows that he’s no Trent Stark. Trent is a god. 

Trent Stark has Luke drooling.

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Encounters: Brian and Santiago (Part 2 of 2)

 

This story was inspired by Vinny Muscle Stallion's story about hiring a masseur.

The stories aren't related, just giving credit where credit is due.

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SANTO SHARES HIS STORY.

My mind is spinning. I just beat and bred Santiago, my massive, bodybuilder (ex-)dom in a wrestling match/training session. He’s 28/6’3”/250. I’m a gym-chiseled 38/5’11”/180. Wrestling is one of my passions. Santo said he’d never wrestled before and that was obviously true. During the match, I unleashed a dominant side of myself and uncovered his submissive side. 

The whole experience of manhandling and fucking him was undeniably thrilling, but the aftermath is terrifying. I already had unwanted feelings for him. The match and sex made him human in a new way. Not to be some corny romance novel asshole, but I just can’t quit him. It’s a lot for me to process. It’s too late for second-guessing, but I should not have come here. 

Me (Brian). Him (Santo).

Encounters: Brian and Santiago (Part 1 of 2)

This story was inspired by Vinny Muscle Stallion's story about hiring a masseur.

The stories aren't related, just giving credit where credit is due.

"Devon the Ripped Masseur" by sexyalphawrestler on Gay Demon.

MY HOME OFFICE. VIDEO CALL.

“What the fuck are you saying, slave?”

“I need a break. It’s been fun, but I’m done.” I try to mask my fear with humor, “HA! That rhymed.”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch! We’re back to this little game, are we? Been a few months. I thought I broke you of this bad habit. We both know that I decide when it’s over, not you. Do you remember what happened the last time you tried to quit me? And the two times before that? Are you missing the feeling of groveling to me to take you back? Missing the punishment you earned?”

Master Steele is not happy with me.

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THE CAVE LOCKER ROOM. LOS ANGELES.

“You’re sure you don’t mind, Xaq?”