And then he realised what he meant: the bright blue of his tunic was darkened and moist with his own considerable perspiration. ‘Well, would ye look at this,’ he said with a grin, ‘turns out playing with cock is a sweaty business for Superman now that ye’ve no more superpowers, eh?’Īs the stream of spunk from Brian’s cock began to slow, the suited man grabbed a handful of spandex from beneath each of Superman’s armpits and pulled, stretching the fabric out. The man in the sharp business suit was had hold of him and was pulling it. It felt beyond amazing, and his wet cock pulsed in his hands.Īt the same time, he became dimly aware of the front of his spandex tunic being grasped. He was finally able to act on these feelings he had buried for so long. Gripping his spandex clad shaft as he swallowed the hot and sticky cum, Superman gave a deep groan of pleasure. His hands reached for his yearning erection and squeezed it through his tights. The warm, viscose feel as it slipped down his throat was strange and new to him, and he found he wanted to experience more of it.
On instinct, he tried desperately to gulp and swallow what he could. Superman’s enthusiastic groans and muffled noises of ecstasy rang out, as hot spunk battered his face and flooded his mouth. Time to return to Scotland and find out how the world’s greatest hero is faring, as he sits powerless, outwitted and horny in the clutches of the devilish Lord Summerisle and his insidious men… Watch out, Superman - it’s mind over muscle once more!Ĭhapter 8, part 1: Superman’s Dreams Let Loose