nish breaking you, at which point, you will no choice but to bey obedient slave. You' d like that, wouldn' t you, Superman? To have me for your Master? To spend the rest of your miserable life serving the magnifit Spellbinder?"
Superman wao scream out "No!" But in his current dition, he found it hard to say anything.
"I do hope so, because you really don' t have much of a say iter." Spellbinder replied as he grabbed hold of Superman' s cock. Again, it started to swell and throb in his hand. "Yes, Man of Steel ... Or should I say, my ' hunk of clay' ... you are now mere putty in my hands! ... Mio mold any way I choose. You see, Superman, your life as a superhero is about to e to an end and your new life as my slave shall soon begin. And all it will take is a few waves of my magid ... a certain intation ... and the particular power of aian God!!!"
Superman was totally at the mercy of Spellbinder, as he started stroking his ' Cock of Steel' . Despite all his strength and abilities, Superman was no longer able to offer aahe stant edging he had just endured for the past three hours, of beiedly brought to climax, only to be denied again and again, had stripped away any willpower Superman had left.
"Yes, you will now offer me something of yours as a gift, to show that you have accepted your new role as my slave." said Spellbinder as he disappeared into the darkness and came back with a folding magi' s table which he plaext to Superman, who still remained bent over backwards, his well-hung cock thrust into the air. The sinister sorceror then waved his magid over the table and .... presto! .... In a puff of smoke, a bowl filled with warm water, a of shaving cream and a strange looking razor suddenly appeared!
"And now, Superman, I will take what you have to offer." Spellbihen took the cap off the and sprayed some shaving cream on the area around Superman' s crotch. He slowly rubbed the foam into the hero' s pubic hairs and on his cod bal