Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2014 22:41:45 +1100
From: Henry Dee <hennnery53@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Seven BDSM Nights of Superman Chapter 5

Disclaimer:

I do not own Superman or related characters and am not making a profit from
this story. The characters are owned by DC Comics.

CHAPTER 5: The Fifth Night

He stood a long time in the room, silently pondering the possibilities
Luthor had opened up for him. His superhuman powers, his great strength,
and his invulnerability set him apart from the rest of the world in almost
demi-god fashion, but ironically they also isolated him from ordinary
pleasures and experiences. The past four nights had given him the most
intimate of encounters he had ever known, and now Luthor's mention of the
experimental machine raised the possibility of an even more complete
immersion into the sensuality from which he had been alienated. Almost
unconsciously his hand slipped behind him and removed the speculum, letting
it clatter to the floor, and his fingers slowly caressed his still dilated
rosebud. He wondered what delightful invasions awaited him if Luthor could
indeed deliver on his offer.

When at last he left the room, the main hall was empty and quiet, and soft
moonlight flooded in through the balcony entrance. In seconds he was in his
Metropolis apartment again. He quickly dressed in tracksuit and cap and
walked out into the night. He spent the hours until sunrise wandering the
sleazier streets of Metropolis, visiting sex shops to browse through
magazines of assorted fetishes, sitting in booths and steadily stroking
himself to videos of bondage and discipline. Back in his apartment, he lay
naked on the bed throughout the day, masturbating and fingering to scene
after scene of deviant sex on dvd.  When the phone summoned, he let it ring
out. And when he slept, his dreams were of Luthor's lair, and the machine
called the Environmental Manipulator.

Around sunset, Luthor's helicopter arrived on schedule, and again the Man
of Steel was waiting, impatient for the evening's play. He leafed hungrily
through the proffered magazine, entitled Science Education. High definition
close up photographs showed his body being played with by the young college
students with no regard for his dignity. Humiliating captions accompanied
the pics: "Watch That Pre-Cum Fly!"; "Milk That Cock Boys!" and "Lick It Up
Bitch!" Despite the degrading nature of the pics and text, he found himself
growing rapidly hard and longing for the evening's games to begin. He
imagined how even more thrilling it would be if Luthor's device worked as
predicted.

While the aroused Kryptonian pawed through the erotic depictions of his
debasement outside on the ledge, Luthor and one of his technicians were
examining the machine dubbed the Environmental Manipulator.

"What do you think Mr Luthor? Will it do?"

"It seems perfect," replied Luthor as he studied the stainless steel
cylinder.  It stood six feet high and had a diameter of about two feet, and
was featureless except for a series of small flashing red and green LED
lights running in a band around the middle of the device. It emitted a low,
steady hum.

"Show me how it works."

"Well it's quite simple Mr Luthor. You press these up and down arrows on
the remote to increase the rate of flashing, and these to raise and lower
the volume of the hum. But it's just a light-and-sound show, that's all it
does; what's it for?"

"A most important experiment, Gerald. For the past four nights I have been
breaking down Superman's psychological defences. I reasoned that his
isolated status as the super-powered defender of the world would leave him
sexually naive and vulnerable, and I have been proved right; in fact,
beyond my wildest dreams. It has always been assumed that his physical
powers were vulnerable only to kryptonite but I believe that his amazing
body is also subject to domination by one other thing."

"Really?  And what is that?" queried the technician, his curiosity aroused.

"His own mind, Gerald! I believe that if he desperately wants to be
relieved of his power and invulnerability, which he does thanks to the
experiences I have provided for him, and he believes that this machine can
do it, then the power of his own belief and desire would neutralise his
body's great powers and invulnerability and render him powerless. His own
psyche will overcome him and surrender him to me!"

"Mr Luthor! That is amazing! It sort of sounds like hypnosis."

"And what is hypnosis but the willing surrender of one's own will to the
influence of another? I have psycho-sexually primed him to desire release
from his super powers more than anything else and he believes I can provide
that very thing.  If I am right, his own desire will undo him! And then the
fun can really begin!"

The handsome young technician grinned broadly.

"Oh Mr Luthor, I would dearly love to see that. I have fantasised watching
that self-important super shit being used like a bitch for as long as I can
remember!"

"And you shall my boy. Stay close and play along. He'll be here soon."

Shortly afterwards the red-cloaked figure alighted on the balcony and
entered the hall.  He walked across to where Luthor and Gerald appeared to
be adjusting a metallic cylindrical device, apparently oblivious to his
arrival.

"Well Luthor, is this the Environmental Manipulator?"

"Ah, Superman! Yes indeed it is. We are just preparing it for tonight's
test. Are you ready."

"Yes I am. How does it work? Are you sure that it will?"

"Well my chief scientist Gerald here knows all the technicalities but I
will take you through the setup as we adjust it to your particular
metabolism. Then, if it works as we hope, you will be able to enjoy
complete immersion in the sensual pleasures that have been denied to you so
far. You have such amazing discoveries ahead of you! Shall we start?"

Superman could feel his breath quickening and his genitals stirring.

"Yes.  Let's see what it can do."

"Good.  Fingers crossed. Let's start with you power of flight. Hover if you
will towards the ceiling and we'll begin the process."

The mighty Man of Steel rose effortlessly upward until his head was just
below the ceiling and his feet slightly above Luthor's head.

"Good.  Now Gerald here will begin to adjust the machine."

Taking his cue, the burly young technician began to press the arrows on the
remote.  The lights began to blink more rapidly and the hum grew louder.

"Now Superman," said Luthor, "you will begin to feel a strange sensation.
It is the pull of gravity. You will be finding it more and more difficult
to maintain your position. Your power of flight should be fading. How does
it feel?"

"I..  I.. it's strange. I've never felt anything like this before." Already
the combined power of Luthor's deceit and Superman's overwhelming need were
having their effect.

"Gravity is pulling you down, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes it is." And indeed he could feel the pull of the earth overcoming
him, feel himself being pulled down and unable to remain in the air.

"Your power of flight is disappearing thanks to the work of the
Environmental Manipulator! You are falling!"

And with a sudden collapse Superman found himself in a heap on the floor.

"I can't fly anymore!" And he gave a nervous laugh as if not sure whether
this was a good thing or not. Luthor bent forward and offered his hand to
pull the Kryptonian to his feet.

"It seems to be working exactly as planned, my friend. Let's see how it
effects your strength. Lift the oak table over there above your head and
try to hold it there while Gerald continues his adjustments."

Superman strode excitedly across to the large table that stood against the
far wall. He held it high with ease as Gerald again began to play with the
remote.

"Now you will begin to feel the weight of the table. It's becoming heavy,
isn't it?"

"Yes, yes it is. It feels so strange." His mighty muscles which hitherto
would not have even noticed the weight of the massive table had started to
ache and strain, and his arms began to shake with the effort.

"The effort is becoming too great isn't it?"

"Yes.  It's heavy, very heavy. I.. can't.. hold it.." and the heavy table
clattered to the floor sending Superman sprawling.

"Wonderful!"  crowed Luthor. "It's working brilliantly." And indeed his
plan was working exactly as he had hoped. Superman's desire to be a normal
man, to participate in the sado-masochistic play with which he had become
fascinated, coupled with the powerful influence of Luthor's suggestions,
were undoing his physical might and powers. His own psyche was indeed
proving to be the master of his body, and his perceptions were firmly under
Luthor's influence. His situation was the most precarious it had ever been
yet he gave it no thought, so fixated was he on the sensual urges driving
him.

"Now Superman, your strength is gone, and your special vision, speed and
hearing will have faded along with the power of flight. It is only your
invulnerability that needs to be addressed and we will be ready to
play. Come here while Gerald makes the final adjustments."

Superman crossed to the criminal mastermind. He stood before him and Luthor
extended his hands and grabbed both nipples firmly between his thumbs and
forefingers, twisting as he did so. It had no immediate effect but as the
technician continued to play with the remote, Superman began to feel a
discomfort in his chest.

"The nipples are very tender and twisting them causes quite an intense
pain. You're starting to feel it, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes I am. Owww!" And he pulled back, breaking Luthor's grip. "I can't
believe it! That really hurt; I felt pain!"

"Good!  It seems we are almost there. Just one last check to be
sure. Gerald, reach into Superman's pants and grab onto his testicles
tightly." Superman looked quizzically at the young 'scientist' and backed
further away. "Now Superman please keep still. Gerald is just going to
check the machine's effect by applying some pressure to the most sensitive
part of your body. This will tell us with certainty how effective the
Environmental Manipulator has been in dispelling your invulnerability."

Superman nervously complied as Gerald enthusiastically thrust his hand into
the pants and grabbed the large bull testicles. The strong young man
squeezed and pulled with delight, as hard as he could, and with a yell of
agony Superman doubled up in pain and crumpled to the floor, with Gerald
maintaining his vice-like grip.

"Owww!  O my God! Owww!" For the first time in his life Superman
experienced the gut-wrenching impact of testicle pain but this only
encouraged Gerald's enthusiasm and the strong young man increased the
pressure, squeezing and pulling with all of his strength until Luthor,
smiling, suggested that that was probably enough to demonstrate that the
machine was working quite satisfactorily.

"You can release our Kryptonian friend's balls now Gerald. We know that the
manipulator is having the desired effect. Perhaps you can do some readings
to determine how far that effect extends." With one final firm twist that
caused Superman's eyes to water Gerald let go of the warm meaty gonads.

"I'll take some readings in the adjoining rooms Mr Luthor. Shouldn't be too
long." He left the room with a wide grin spreading across his face. There
were no readings to take of course and this was just a further layer to the
deception that was being played out on their unwitting victim.

"Well Superman? Are you pleased? You must admit, I have delivered admirably
on my offer. A whole new world of experience now lies before you, beginning
tonight!" Luthor watched as his beguiled foe got unsteadily to his feet,
rubbing his crotch.

"Yes Luthor. You have."

"And how are you feeling?"

"Strange.  Excited and a little apprehensive I guess.  What happens next?"

"We'll take this slowly and easily to start, so you can savour and really
enjoy what is to come, perhaps as much as I will enjoy delivering the
experience to you.  For tonight we are just going to revisit the scenarios
we played on the past four nights, but this time with the added sting in
the tail that this machine provides. How do you feel about that?"

"It sounds exciting. And we still have two more nights after this. To be
honest, I'm getting hard at the thought!"

"Good boy. You know where the kitchen is. Go and get your costume on and I
will summon you when we are ready."

Superman made his way quickly to the kitchen where he found the French Maid
costume waiting as before. With nervous expectation he hurriedly dressed
and sat on a chair to wait, stroking his cock into massive tumescence and
fondling his still aching balls. It was some time before the door opened
again and one of Luthor's massive wrestler thugs beckoned him back into the
hall.

The large dinner table and its many older male guests were waiting just as
they had four nights earlier, and the evening proceeded also as before. A
smiling Luthor sat at the head of the table.

"Ah, our slutty little coquette is with us again! I am she will be pleased
to hear that my chief scientist has completed his readings and has
determined that the effect of this machine here encompasses this entire
establishment. How much fun we are going to have! Now, begin serving
whore!"

Once again Superman adopted the persona of a mincing parody of femininity
as he served the guests and once again his body was groped and handled
obscenely; his cock, balls and ass became their playthings, and this time
whenever he bent to pick up cutlery which had been "accidentally" dropped
(which was often) he felt fingers and the occasional tongue probing and
entering him.

As the meal drew to a close, Luthor, seated at the head of the table,
announced coffee would be served... with a special flavouring. Two of the
attendant wrestlers who had been standing by the wall stepped forward and
grabbed onto the "maid" roughly and lay her flat on her back on the centre
of the table, tearing apart the costume as they did.

"Cream will just be a few seconds," said Luthor as the seated guests stood
as one and crowded in around Superman. One of the wrestlers produced a
small cream jug and placed it in position to receive the Kryptonian's cum
as he began to work the swollen red cock. At the same time the other thug
grabbed a single silver candlestick from the far end of the table and
removed the still burning candle.  He lifted Superman's legs high and wide
as his companion continued to pump away furiously on the cock, and thrust
the candlestick deep between the cheeks and into the waiting hole.

Superman gave a gasp and then a scream. He had been completely engrossed in
his impending orgasm and enjoying the humiliating attention of the ogling
guests and was unaware of the actions of the second thug until his legs had
been yanked high. The sudden and violent intrusion into his body was
totally unexpected and he had no chance to prepare himself. He felt as if
he had been ripped apart.  He screamed for it to be removed but rather than
remove it the thug began to rhythmically work it in and out in time with
his partner's stroking. Superman struggled and writhed, yelling and crying
for it to stop but the wrestlers continued their assault, holding him down
with the help of the guests as they did so. One wizened, wrinkled,
grey-haired old guest, grinning broadly and cackling with delight, now took
another candle from the table. He held it high over Superman's chest as the
wrestlers continued their work on the superhero and began to drip hot wax
onto the large pink nipples. Superman wailed and cried as another layer of
pain was added. His confusion was enormous: the tearing pain of the
candlestick dildo blended with the sting of the wax and the pleasure of the
hand-job and the gathering orgasm. Endorphins raced around his body and
brain sending him into a euphoria he had never experienced. The cries of
pain became wails of ecstasy and with a sudden, climactic wave of sensation
he orgasmed hard and full, sending spurt after spurt of hot white cum into
the waiting cream jug.

The wanking wrestler continued the milking until no more of Superman's goo
would flow, then released the magnificent cock as the other thug withdrew
the candlestick and the old man lay the candle on the table. Luthor took
the cream jug, now half full of Superman's hot cum and held it up for the
grinning guests.

"Cream, anyone?"

As the laughing dinner guests stood around their host sipping on their
super-cum flavoured coffee, the two wrestlers grabbed the still groggy
Kryptonian and pulled him from the table. They tore the remaining remnants
of costume from him, leaving him totally naked. They quickly secured a dog
collar around his neck, dragged him towards the low door on the far side of
the hall, and flung him into the low corridor beyond.

Superman had been here before, three nights earlier, knew where it led and
what was expected of him. Taking a deep breath, he gathered his strength
and began to crawl towards the far end of the corridor where he knew he
would be leashed like a puppy again. He remembered the delight of being
dominated like a pet, and treated as a plaything by the leather-clad men.

As he emerged from the small low door however he was surprised to be
grabbed by the hair and collar by several pairs of hands and forced face
down and flat out onto the floor. Other hands forced his legs wide apart
and he felt his ass cheeks being roughly parted.

"Let's give this dog a tail!" growled a throaty voice and he felt a bulbous
butt plug entering his hole.

"Hehe!  That does it!" snarled the voice and the hands pulled Superman up
onto all fours. As a dog-chain snapped onto his collar he managed to look
behind and saw that a long rubber tail was now protruding from his still
aching ass.

"Come on puppy, time for walkies," giggled a high-pitched
not-quite-feminine voice and playtime started again. Again he found himself
being degradingly felt up and handled by the assembled leather men, made to
display and perform tricks, and present himself for close up examination
and fondling. This time however his "masters" were far more demanding and
if he didn't co-operate and obey quickly enough he felt the harsh end of
the dog-chain across his ass. He winced as he heard the whistle of the
chain in the air and yelped as it left long red welts across the muscular
cheeks. Soon he was scuttling quickly around the room, desperately trying
to respond without hesitation, as the repeated lashing turned the sting on
his butt to a burning throb.

When the time came for the final phase of play he lay spread-eagled on his
back as he had before and presented himself for tickling and handling. But
no tickling ensued. Instead the smirking leather men knelt around him and
began to place spring-loaded clothes pegs all over his body. Rows of pegs
pinched his eyebrows, nose, lips, and tongue making his whole face look and
feel like a pin-cushion. Two rows of pegs extended from his nipples down
along his magnificent 8-pack and his abdomen, coalescing on his cock and
balls which were completely covered with close-packed pegs, each one
pinching as tightly as Gerald's hands had earlier in the night. Two rows
then extended down the inside of his thighs and calves, ending on his big
toes. He breathed in rapid puffs, trying to contain the need to cry out for
the removal of the claw-like pegs, each one a tiny torturer on his
screaming skin.

The pegs on his eyebrows obscured his vision so he could not see the two
men standing at his feet, each holding a cord in his hand. Thick string had
been woven through the pegs so that every peg in each row was connected.

"Give him the zipper," called the gruff voice, "one, two, THREE!"

Suddenly there was a ripping sound and a pain that ran through every part
of his body.  The pegs had all been removed in a single pull of the two
cords and every pinch point was like the stab of a hot pin. He felt it
especially across his cock and balls and for a horrible instant he thought
he had been castrated.

"Noooooooo!"  The cry erupted full force and he curled up into a sobbing
ball of pain while Luthor, watching through a video monitor, gave a whoop
of delight. Strong hands pushed him over onto his back and yanked the butt
plug dog-tail from his ass, then released him. Through teary eyes he
watched as the laughing leather men left the room and Luthor's wrestler
thugs entered and pulled him to his feet.  Half dragging him they returned
once again to the main hall.

Throbbing with pain in every part of his body, he saw at once that the hall
had now been set up as the nursery he had played in two nights earlier. The
dozen or so pairs of parents waited with broad grins and the first "mother"
and "father" moved forward at once to greet him, and the two wrestlers
relinquished him into their grasp. They led him over to the oversized baby
bath and lay him down on the rug beside it. "Father" ran his hands up and
down the length of the supine body paying special attention to the
red-purple pinch marks.

"Poor baby! That looks so sore. Mummy and Daddy will kiss it all better!"
And they began to run their lips and tongues all over his body, taking his
cock and balls into their mouths and sucking long and hard. Again he
experienced a strange blend of pleasure and pain. As his cock began to
harden and his ball-sack to tighten the myriad pinch-marks hurt more and
more.

"Please, no, stop! It's too much. Enough..."

"What's this? Our baby talks?" The 'mother' gasped in mock surprise. "That
can't be right!" And she grabbed reached into the toy box and pulled out a
small red ball. It was in fact a ball-gag and before he realised what was
happening she had shoved the ball roughly into his mouth and tied it behind
his head. Unable now to speak he could only grunt his protestations.

"Hey, and look!" said 'father', "Our little boy has body hair; that can't
be right. We have to do something about that!"

With that he drew a razor from his pocket while simultaneously 'mother' and
several other of the 'parents' held Superman down and again he found
himself spread-eagled on the floor.

The razor moved quickly and expertly over his chest, around his still
screaming nipples and down along his thin black treasure trail. Watching
from his hidden vantage point, Luthor mouthed a silent "YES!" as he saw the
black fuzz, formerly invulnerable to blade or flame, fall easily away from
the superhero's body. Chest and abdomen were soon naked and then the blade
moved down to the pubic area and scrotum. The thick black curls were soon
gone and the beautiful masculine body now took on an almost child-like
appearance. The long muscular legs were next and then the armpits.

"Almost done!" said 'father' and then hoisted the great legs high and wide
where they were held in place by his accomplices. The razor descended into
the hairy cavity between the beautiful ass cheeks and before long the pink
puckered hole was totally exposed, no longer hidden behind the small forest
of black curls which now lay on the floor.

"Now he's ready for his bath!" said 'mother' and the struggling form, now
more naked than ever, was lifted bodily into the water.

Superman gave a load gasp from behind the ball-gag as the biting chill of
ice-cold water. Multiple hands held him down as his wide eyes pleaded to be
released., and his gasps changed to muffled screams.

"Don't struggle baby; gotta get clean!" someone laughed, and then a strong
hand took hold of his hair and pushed down. He was now fully submerged and
panicking as water rushed into his nostrils but his struggling and
thrashing were to no avail as all 'parents' now joined in and held him
down.

Just as he thought he was about to drown the hands removed themselves and
he sprang up, spluttering and sucking air in through his distended
nostrils; and then without warning they pushed down again, and again the
fear of drowning filled his consciousness. Again he was released just in
time, and then again he was submerged. Again and again the pattern was
repeated until his strength to struggle had gone and all he could do was
struggle for breath whenever allowed.

On the verge of collapse and unconsciousness, he was lifted out of the tub
and lain face down on a bath sheet.. He sucked air in hard through his
nostrils and gradually his rapid heart-beat began to calm. Soft hands now
dried him all over, caressing gently as voices cooed a lullaby.

"Hush little babe, let the cradle rock;

Papa's gonna stroke your balls and cock..."

His body was now being softly stroked and caressed all over with baby
oil. Several hands now worked between his mighty legs, some finding balls
and cock, others the pink rosebud of his ass. He could feel himself being
entered by multiple digits, then something larger but he did not have the
strength to turn to see the baby rattle with which he was now being
dildoed, or the hands now rhythmically working his now engorged cock. The
pace and pressure of the group massage now began to grow and so did the
dildo-fucking and the milking. Now the ball-gag was at last removed and he
could breath more easily and deeply. His groans grew louder and turned to
moans as he felt his arousal grow, and then, almost with a whimper his cum
flowed freely onto the bath-sheet beneath him. In the same instant, and
without comment, all of the 'parents' then stood and silently left the
room. He remained alone, face down on the floor, eyes closed, sighing, on
the point of exhaustion.

He was just beginning to recover and to feel he might be able to stand when
his hair was unexpectedly grabbed and his head jerked violently up.

"Well, look who we have here!" He was stirring into the eyes of Tony, the
assertive jock from the night before. Standing alongside him was his fellow
student, Troy, who had initiated the cum-flinging experiment in the Science
class. Both boys had mischievous smirks on their faces. "What shall we do
with this naughty boy, Troy?"

"I think Miss Taylor has some unfinished business with him, Tone. Let's
take him to her."

"Oh no," moaned the weary, aching Kryptonian, "Please, no more..."  But the
two college boys had seized him by the ankles and were dragging him face
down towards the door he had walked through 24 hours earlier.

The room was set up as it had been previously as a Science classroom and
the class was in session.

"Miss Taylor, look who we found lurking outside," said Troy as they
entered.  "He was lying down outside without a stitch of clothing on."

"Just what I'd expect from him," snarled the teacher. "We all remember the
disgusting mess he made on my desk yesterday. I think I've had quite enough
from this repulsive lowlife; it's time he was properly punished. Bring him
over here."

Without strength to resist Superman allowed himself to be dragged over to
the front of the class where the teacher sat. As the two college boys
lifted him by wrists and ankles and stretched him out across her lap the
whole class gathered in close to get a good view of the proceedings.

"Now Kal-el, you will count out loud the smacks I inflict on your bottom
and you will thank me for each one. Do you understand?"

"O God! If I must!"

"THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH! I'LL HAVE NONE OF YOUR RUDENESS!" And with that,
she raised her right hand high and brought it down with full force on the
naked buttocks.

"Owwwwww!  I'm sorry, I'm sorry," yelped the powerless Superman.

"Good!  That's much better. Now start counting, and remember to say 'Thank
you'."

Crack!  Her hand descended again on the quivering flesh already red with
welts from the dog-chain.

"Ahhhh!  One! Thank you Miss!"

Crack!

"Ahhhh!  Ahhhh! Two! Thank you Miss!" He twisted and squirmed on her lap
but the two strong young men held him in place and the spectating class
laughed and cheered their approval.

Crack!  Crack!

"Ahhhhh!  Three! Thank you Miss! Ahhhhh! Four! Thank you Miss. O God!
Please stop!"  His legs had begun to shake and shudders ran up and down his
body.

Crack!  Crack! Crack! The spanking continued with surprising force until
the beautiful ass was glowing bright red all over and the yelps had turned
to loud crying.

"Awww...  F... Fifty... Th... Thank you M... Miss," he sobbed, his whole
body shaking and his face red with tears and utter humiliation.

"Good!  Now hopefully you will have learnt your lesson. You will not
disrespect me!  Unfortunately for you, your behaviour has also insulted
your fellow students so they also must have their opportunity to impose
punishment upon you.

A sense of total defeat descended on Superman with those words and he
collapsed into inconsolable weeping. How could his poor ass cheeks take any
more?

"Now students," continued the teacher, "how shall we proceed from here?"

Angela, the girl who had first suggested the spanking the night before,
spoke up excitedly,

"Miss, I'm not sure what the boys might want but I think I know an
appropriate response from us girls. Can I ask the guys to hold Kal-el up in
standing position while I demonstrate?"

"Of course," said the teacher, and Tony and Troy with the help of two other
boys lifted the howling man onto his feet and held him there facing
Angela. She lifted the tear-stained face and looked directly into his eyes.

"Kal-el, this is from me!" And with that she raised her knee sharply into
the already bruised balls. With a loud cry he doubled up in agony, but the
strong hands of the college boys held him up. "That should teach you not to
disrespect me!"

Taking their cue from Angela, the girls lined up and one by one delivered
their ball-busting blows. Most used their knees but several decided on
fists and finally the thin girl with braces took a run-up and delivered a
football style punt kick to the bruised and swollen gonads.

"Now boys, your turn" said Miss Taylor, "what punishment will you deliver?"

It was the fat boy Roy who took over at this point. Superman was made to
kneel on all fours on the floor and one at a time at Roy's instruction, the
each delivered a solid kick to the ass. With each kick Superman went
sprawling face forward and each time he was lifted back up onto his hands
and knees. Gradually he was propelled towards the door until with one final
huge boot he went skidding out of the room and back into the hall. He lay
face down, his body heaving with such loud howling that he didn't even hear
the laughter from the class or the slamming of the door behind him. At
length he was aware of a figure standing beside him, and then of his
Superman costume being dropped on the floor by his face.

He rolled on his side and looked up at the smiling face of Luthor.

"I've just turned the Environmental manipulator off, Superman. Your powers
should be returning now."

Believing the influence of the counterfeit machine annulled, the negative
effect of Superman's mind over his body ceased to disempower him. Luthor
stared in amazement as the welts and bruised faded before his eyes. The
pain which had filled his awareness evaporated from Superman as he felt
power flowing back into his mighty frame. Taking a deep breath he stood and
began to silently clothe himself.

"Amazing," muttered Luthor. "If I hadn't seen it myself..."

He turned and walked away to the far door. Superman, simultaneously filled
with relief and seething rage, watched without comment. As Luthor exited he
paused, turned and looked into the Kryptonian eyes.

"Tomorrow night then."

And he closed the door behind him.