rboy, you sure have grown into quite a man! With a physique like that, it' s no wohey use to call you Superman! But I think your new name Superslave is much more suitable! Because you shall make the perfect sex slave for me, your new Master! ..... Oh yes, that positively breathtaking body of yours shall serve me well." After sizing up his prized catch, The Spellbinder' s eyes finally met Superman' s once again. " ..... And I have never seen a more handsome face! You put all of my other slaveboys to shame! For you are the most mase, muscular man-servant I could possibly ever own. You' re just so beautiful ..... so very beautiful!" The Spellbihen leaned in and deep kissed the blank-faced Superman right on the lips.
A few moments ago, Superma only hate and disgust for this madman. Now, he worshiped him as if he were a god. And he wanted nothing more than to please him. Even though the feelings weren' t real, it was the only reality Superman would ever know for the rest of his remaining days on this earth.
Part 6
"Now, wait here, Superslave! Your Master has another present just for you!" Spellbinder said, then he disappeared into the shadows once more. Superman just stood there, totally naked, his crotow shaved as a sign of his servitude, his muscular body waiting for his Master to e bad do with it as he pleased.
The villaiurned shortly with his old black magi' s bag. "Now place your hands behind your back, Superslave." said Spellbinder.
"Yes, Master." answered Superman and did as he was told.
Spellbiook a kryptonite rope out of the the bag and tied Superman' s wrists together tightly. The villain took a moment to ihe Man of Steel' s nice round ass and then slowly kissed his from the middle of his broad back to the base of his neck.
"Now lay down on the floor for me, Superslave!!!" instructed the evil villain.
"Yes, Master .... " Superman laid down on his back. Spellbinder removed another rope and tied both of hi