Superman Knuckled Under - Original Version

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Here is the original version of "Superman Knuckled Under". Unfortunately, "Supes" doesn't survive the original version intact...  :)

Superman Knuckled Under 

By: Robert Moon (moon_l@hotmail.com)
[STRAIGHT] [TESTICLES] Other:Superhero 

Lex Luthor uses his Kryptonite beam on Superman.  The powerless hero 

falls victim to Lex's brutal torture.

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SUPERMAN KNUCKLED UNDER

by Robert Moon (a.k.a. "Lunatrick")

written:1/6/99

As soon as Superman crashed through the powerplant roof, he 

suspected that he had landed in a trap.  Seven power company 

employees were blindfolded against a row of huge transformers.  

Superman immediately leapt over to the employees.  Before he removed 

the blindfold from the first hostage, he paused.  Superman could 

hear the transformers hum become more urgent, increasing in volume 

and frequency.  That's when he noticed one of Lex Luthor's henchmen 

aiming a large spotlight-like device at him.  Superman saw the dark-

goggled crook smile wickedly and push a lever.  In a flash, the room 

was bathed in an intense, brilliant green light.  The super-bright 

pulse lasted only a second.  Superman's body crackled like it was 

both on fire and electrocuted.  The horrible pain dropped Superman 

to the floor onto his hands and knees.  He groped weakly about the 

floor, his strength and invulnerability rapidly vanishing.  All 

Superman could see was the intensely bright green light.  Lex's 

henchman spoke up, "Okay guys, you can take off the blindfolds now!  

I've switched the beam to low power."  As the hostages removed their 

blindfolds, they began laughing.  Before them struggled the once 

mighty Superman.  Their plan to capture Superman had worked 

perfectly thus far.  His muscular costumed body strained against the 

obvious pain.  The spotlight was projecting a dim green beam of 

light now.  Superman realized that the spotlight was some sort of 

Kryptonite radiation projector.  The initial high-intensity pulse 

was obviously intended to instantly irradicate his super-powers.  

Once his powers were gone, the spotlight had been switched to low 

intensity to continuously suppress his body from regaining those 

powers.  But why do that?  If they wanted to kill him, they could 

keep the Kryptonite beam on at full strength.  Also, if the beam was 

set to low power, how come all he could see was a bright green haze?  

Superman would find out the answers very quickly.  Very rapidly the 

green light began fading from his vision.  However, as the green 

light faded away, it was not replaced by his normal sight, but utter 

blackness. He was blind.  Lex Luthor's voice boomed out, "Well, well 

Superman.  I see that you've discovered my latest toy!"  Superman 

attempted to stand, but could only sit up on his knees.  He could 

feel the hands of Luthor's henchmen grabbing him and holding his 

head upright.  Without warning, a fierce slap stunned the blinded 

hero.  Twice more Lex backhanded Superman's face, leaving red marks 

on the Man of Steel's cheeks.  "As you might have guessed, my little 

invention here is a Kryptonite ray generator.  Continuous exposure 

to the beam's low-power setting will keep your super-powers in 

check.  Of course, prolonged exposure to this radiation will have 

more permanent effects."  Superman feigned an attitude of strength, 

"Luthor, you won't get away with this, I swear it!"  Lex 

interrupted, "Tsk, tsk, Superman.  You're in no position to do 

anything but suffer.  That suffering will be my amusement.  Oh, and 

I am amused right now.  Not only have I removed your powers, I've 

also taken your eyesight.  You see... well, of course you DON'T see 

any more... hehehe... it wasn't necessary to blind you with the 

Kryptonite ray.  The initial flash pulse of high intensity 

Kryptonite radiation merely sped up the draining of your super 

powers.  Instead of waiting minutes, I could sap your 

invulnerability and strength in a fraction of a second.  Then using 

the lower power setting, I could prevent your powers from 

regenerating.  My brilliant design for doing this did not satisfy 

me, so I added an ultra-high intensity Xenon/Kryptonite flash lamp 

to the generator.  A split second after the Kryptonite burst 

eradicated your strength, the Xenon/Kryptonite flash triggered.  The 

combined white light and kryptonian spectrum overloaded your now 

mortal optic nerves, resulting in your blindness.  We were all 

protected with tinted goggles and blindfolds of course."  "You're a 

madman Luthor!" Superman spat out.  Lex replied, "Madman or genius.  

There's so little distinction between the two don't you think?  

Perhaps you should start appreciating the fact that I'm superior to 

you.  Maybe, just maybe, I'll restore your powers - or what's left 

of them - one day."  While Superman listened in stunned disbelief, 

Lex motioned to his men, "Alright boys, move our guest into the 

laboratory."  Superman felt hands all over his body.  His massively 

muscular body was lifted up and carried roughly through several 

corridors.  The Kryptonite ray  generator was wheeled along with 

him, maintaining its ruthless effect on the Man of Steel.  Finally, 

he was placed standing on some sort of platform.  He could hear the 

clanking of heavy metal chains and feel the cold touch of steel 

wrist and ankle cuffs being locked in place.  The slack in the 

chains was taken up, stretching Superman into a spread eagle 

position.  He hung suspended in mid-air, his wrists and ankles 

pulled towards each corner of a large metal frame.  He was 

completely helpless and his head hung down, his chin resting in the 

valley between his bulging pecs.  He listened in silence as Lex 

explained, "Now that I have you where I want you, I intend to have a 

number of exploratory procedures performed on your body.  Don't 

worry, we won't be using the Kryptonite ray too much.  The metal 

bindings have all been impregnated with fine Kryptonite cyrstals.  

You won't be experiencing any super powers for a while."  Luthor's 

lab assistants entered and began making continuous video recordings 

of Superman's dilemma.  They started setting up a wide variety of 

experiments on the superhero.  The left sleeve of his costume was 

rolled up baring his thick forearm, elbow and bulging bicep.  

Without warning, a needle was jabbed into his arm.  Samples of his 

blood were drawn.  A suction tube was placed in his mouth and saliva 

was extracted.  A few strands of hair were cut off as well.  This 

process was repeated many times.  Each sampling session would be 

conducted by momentarily turning the Kryptonite beam on the 

immobilized Superman.  The intensity of the beam was increased for 

each session. Luthor informed the hero that he wanted to study the 

effects of Kryptonite radiation on his physiology.  The more 

powerful beam intensities caused Superman to writhe in agony as the 

samples were collected.  Every fiber of his body felt as if it was 

dissolving.  Still, Superman endured 24 hours of non-stop 

experimentation on his mortal body.  His godlike figure hung inside 

the metal frame, sweat staining his costume.  Every muscular ripple 

was evident as his perspiration soaked body glistened in the faint 

lights.  Near the end of the sampling sessions, Superman mercifully 

passed out.  When he awakened, he thought he was dreaming.  Though 

every bone and muscle ached, he was surprised that he could see some 

specks of light.  Within an hour, his vision had cleared 

considerably.  He was a bit sensitive to bright light, but his 

vision was definitely returning.  When one of the lab assistants 

checked his vital signs, he discovered that Superman's pupils were 

once again responding to light.  Lex Luthor was notified.  Before 

Lex arrived, Superman surveyed his predicament.  The evil Kryptonite 

ray generator was pointed at him, although it wasn't activated at 

the moment.  He could see the faint green glow eminating from the 

metal chains and cuffs.  Luthor entered the laboratory and strode up 

to face Superman.  "Right on cue.  I calculated that you wouldn't be 

permanently blinded by the Xenon/Kryptonite flash.  However, 

psychologically torturing you was just too delicious to pass up.  

Now that you can observe what I'm doing to you, I will begin the 

next phase of my experimentation.  I've been collecting samples from 

your body and performing a variety of genetic tests on them.  It 

will be possible to alter the genetic structure of your Kryptonian 

cells using the right combination of Kryptonite radiation.  Once I 

can control the cellular mutation, I will create a serum.  A super-

serum that will give me abilities more powerful than those that you 

once possessed.  Now we come to the point of the next experiment.  I 

wanted you to be able to see this.  There's only one more component 

necessary for my serum.  I need something that you would not readily 

give me."   In a weak voice Superman muttered, "And what would that 

be?" Luthor laughed, "I need your sperm.  The essence of your 

manhood and virility.  Oh, and I plan on taking every last drop of 

it!"  Superman could not believe what he was hearing, "That makes 

you a rapist Luthor!  I may not have my powers, but I do have my 

will and determination!  I will never succumb to your sexual 

experiments!!"  Luthor just grinned, "Perfect, your resistance just 

makes the moment even more exciting."  Lex calmly rolled a cart up 

beside Supermans hanging body.  Several empty collection jars were 

laid out on it.  There was also a small towel wrapped around an 

unknown object.  "I've waited for this moment for a long time 

Superman." Lex said as he reached out and unbuckled the yellow belt 

on Superman's red briefs.  Superman struggled violently in his 

chains, trying to prevent Lex from carrying out this most evil deed.  

It was of no use.  Once unbuckled, Lex pulled the upper half of 

Superman's blue costume from the waistband.  He rolled it up, 

exposing Superman's rock solid abs.  Tears came to Superman's eyes 

as he watched Lex Luthor slip his hand inside the front of his 

briefs.  Lex fondled the well-endowed superhero's massive cock.  He 

pulled it straight up until half the thick shaft was poking out over 

the waistband.  When Lex released Superman's penis, it arced 

forward, away from Superman's belly, to hang partially in front of 

his briefs.  Lex smirked with envy at the length and girth of 

Superman's penis.  The hero shuddered with disgust as Luthor 

attempted to stroke the huge penis to hardness.  Superman had never 

had another man's hands on his penis.  He resisted the feelings as 

Lex's fist rubbed up and down his shaft.  After several unsuccessful 

minutes of masturbating the Man of Steel, Lex looked him in the eyes 

and plunged both hands back inside his briefs.  Lex smiled as he 

grabbed a bulging nut in each hand, squeezing and kneading them for 

all they were worth.  Superman grunted and twisted his hips, trying 

to pull away from the insane genius.  Lex could feel both hot balls 

squirming in his hands as he attempted to massage the sperm out of 

them.  Still, Superman's cock didn't stiffen.  Luthor then adjusted 

both balls at the bottom of the briefs.  Removing his hands from 

Superman's groin, Lex stood back and admired the sight.  Superman's 

tight briefs were bulging out in front.  The well-defined shape of 

his nuts were clearly visible behind the red cloth.  Superman's huge 

dick hung limply over the top of the waistband.  Lex turned his back 

to Superman and picked up the towel and its contents from the cart.  

Turning back to the embarrassed hero, Luthor continued, "I have 

humiliated you and raped you of your powers.  Now I intend to rape 

you of your manliness."  With that Lex unwrapped the towel from the 

object.  Much to Superman's horror, Lex held a set of brass knuckles 

in his hand.  "That's right Superman.  The common criminals choice 

for one-on-one fist fighting.  How quaint isn't it?  As you can see 

from the green irridescence, this set of brass knuckles has been 

subjected to heavy doses of Kryptonite radiation.  And now, you will 

give me your sperm...AND MORE!"  Superman began pleading with Lex 

Luthor, begging him not to use the brass knuckles on him.  Lex 

listened to Superman's pleas for mercy and watched him struggle 

uselessly in his bindings.  Without another word, Lex slipped the 

brass knuckles over his fingers.  "No!  Lex!  Don't do it..." 

whimpered Superman.  Lex merely laughed as he pulled his arm back.  

With as much strength as he could, Lex threw a punch squarely into 

the bulging pouch of Superman's briefs.  The Kryptonite irradiated 

metal smashed into Superman's massive nuts sending them shooting 

sideways in their nutsac.  The pain was so intense, Superman wailed 

loudly, his body tensed up causing the chains to creak.  His 

churning balls sent waves of horrible pain shooting through his 

groin and stomach.  Superman was sobbing as Lex pulled back and 

unleashed another devastating blow to his immense nuts.  Once again 

both balls ricocheted around in his scrotum.  Superman's red briefs 

kept his ballsac in perfect striking position as Lex repeatedly 

pummelled the Man of Steel's swelling balls.  Superman began dry-

heaving from the agony.  His balls felt like they were on fire.  He 

could only look down and gasp in disbelief as his briefs began 

stretching outward.  His balls were swelling uncontrollably from the 

trauma being inflicted on them.  Lex then began applying uppercuts 

to the ballpouch, striking the battered nuts from below.  Superman's 

heavy dick flopped up and down with each horrible blow.  Still 

Luthor continued beating the life out of Superman's eggs of 

virility.  Lex was determined to crack those eggs!  Superman's nuts 

had swollen so large, it looked like his briefs would rip open.  The 

next mighty blow from Lex provided the desired results.  As Lex's 

brass-knuckled fist sank deeply into the growing scrotum, thick 

drops of white sperm sprayed out of Superman's flaccid cock.  Lex 

immediately grabbed one of the sample jars.  Holding the jar against 

Superman's cockhead, Lex began collecting the spattering of gism 

that erupted from Superman's dick.  Each uppercut to Superman's nuts 

produced a spray of sperm.  Finally, continuous spurts of hot, white 

gism drooled from the huge cock.  As Superman's bruised balls 

continued to swell, their sperm was forced out, into his cock.  

Superman felt like he was urinating, but instead of piss, semen 

poured forth.  Lex filled the first sample jar and started filling a 

second one.  Superman hung silently by the chains, cum flowing out 

of his limp penis.  His costume was once again drenched in sweat.  

Lex was relentlessly beating Superman's balls, forcing all the 

Kryptonian sperm out of his body.  When Lex had begun filling a 

third sample jar, the gism had begun to turn bloody.  The blood 

vessels in both nuts were beginning to rupture now.  Yet, he 

continued to pound Superman's balls into hamburger meat.  Superman 

was semi-concious and watched in shocked detachment as Lex delivered 

the final, fatal blows to his mortal nuts.  Succumbing to the 

onslaught, Superman's left nut, with all of its sperm pounded out, 

collapsed.  It turned into a gelatinous mass, leaving the left side 

of his ball sack deflated.  Two more blows later and the scrotum 

split open along the center ridge which divided the left and right 

sides.  The still intact, yet obscenely swollen right nut spilled 

into Superman's briefs.  Lex saw the briefs turn dark red as the 

bloody contents of Superman's scrotum drained out.  Lex spied the 

outline of the intact right nut resting in the bottom of the soaked 

briefs.  With one punch, Lex split the remaining testicle in two.  

One last punch severed the cord connecting the ball to Superman's 

body. The two halves of his right nut now rested at the bottom of 

Superman's briefs, mixing with the liquified remains of his left 

nut.  An exhausted Lex Luthor finally stopped.  The once mighty 

superhero hung limply from the chains.  Where two well defined balls 

were once visible through the tight briefs, only a large round blob 

of bloodied, pulverized nut guts remained.  Lex had removed all the 

sperm from Superman's defenseless body and had destroyed his 

virility at the same time.  He reached over and held Superman's head 

up by the chin.  "I always get what I want Superman!" he spat.  

Taking that last specimen jar of bloodied gism, Lex poured a small 

portion of its syrupy contents onto Superman's lips.  Using his 

thumb, he spread the man seed across Superman's quivering lips.  

"Savor this, it'll be the only sperm you have left in your body!" 

Lex laughed.  He thrust his cum-soaked thumb into Superman's mouth, 

wiping the sticky gism off onto his tongue.  Superman began retching 

when he tasted his own cum.  His senses finally overloaded and he 

passed out.  Lex watched and laughed, finally, the horrific rape and 

castration was over.  The lab assistants quickly unchained the Man 

of Steel, laying him down on the floor.  In the meantime, Lex had 

placed the jars of super-gism in a freezer.  He now had all the 

material he needed for his maniacal experiments.  Returning to where 

Superman's battered and shattered body lay, Lex injected him with a 

stimulant.  When Superman regained conciousness, he could see Lex 

Luthor's face gloating above him.  "I have defeated you Superman.  

Without your virility, you will be a passive eunuch.  You will act 

in an effeminate manner since I have removed your ability to produce 

testosterone.  I will now give you back your powers.  Boys, clear 

the room of all Kryptonite metal."  Lex's henchmen gathered up the 

chains, cuffs, and brass knuckles and left the room.  Superman lay 

on his back, oblivious to the extent of his mutilation.  He heard 

Lex say, "Oh, one more thing Superman..."  As he turned to look at 

Lex Luthor, he saw the dark goggled Lex activate the Kryptonite ray.  

Light thousands of times more intense than before flashed at the Man 

of Steel for a brief second.

Within hours, Superman's powers had returned to normal.  

Unfortunately, the last Kryptonite ray was so bright that Superman's 

optic nerves were melted.  The permanently blinded and mutilated 

hero would never be seen in public again.  He lived alone at the 

Fortress of Solitude lamenting the loss of his vision and, more 

importantly, the loss of his manhood.  Superman would blindly feel 

between his legs where all that remained now was a hideously 

disfigured crotch.  His impotent, huge penis and empty, shredded 

scrotum constantly reminded him of Lex Luthor's victory.  Superman 

lived out his days in miserable loneliness.