You are Superman. Having been exposed to red kryptonite, you have temporarily been transformed into a power bottom with an urgent and insatiable need to fill your hole with massive cock, toys and fists. Although you know the red kryptonite effect is only temporary, the urges it has brought out are too strong to wait out, and you find yourself cruising for dick in your Clark Kent guise.
As you walk down the streets of Metropolis, you can feel your hole clenching in anticipation. You spot a dimly-lit alleyway and quickly duck into it, hoping to find some relief.
The most notorious gay district in the city is unfamiliar to you, since any crime or disorder is typically limited to transactions between consenting adults. Still, as a seasoned newsman, you have an idea of what goes down behind closed doors and even on the street in this short but surprisingly active alley. Despite the dim lighting, your fit frame and handsome face quickly draw attention you find intoxicating and arousing.
A group of rough-looking men approach you, sizing you up with a hungry gaze. They can sense your desperation and are looking to take advantage of your situation. The leader of the group steps forward, a smug smile on his face. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he says, his voice dripping with malice. "Looks like you're in need of some company, pretty boy."
Shocked at your own behavior, you find yourself fondling your cock underneath your tight joggers as it responds positively to the rough challenge. "I uh," you stammer. "Yeah. Yeah, I hear that's why people uh, come here."
The leader of the group, a burly man with a thick beard, steps closer to you, his eyes fixated on your crotch. "I think we can help you out with that," he growls, reaching out to grope your ass through your joggers. You can feel his rough hand on your cheek, and the sensation sends a shiver down your spine. The other men in the group encircle you, closing in on your personal space.
"Someone's spent some time in the gym," another man comments. "Must be looking to attract the right kind of attention. Can't walk down here with an ass that fine, boy, and expect to walk away with it in the same condition." He spits into his hand, his only intended lubricant, but the red kryptonite has caused your anal canal to be receptive for entry with almost no resistance. The man's eyes widen as two of his fingers easily slide fully inside your hole. "Oh, someone's a hungry boy," he says. "I think someone came ready to play."
The man's words only serve to fuel your desire, and you can't help but moan in pleasure as he probes deeper inside of you. The other men in the group chuckle at your reaction, but you're too lost in the sensation to care. The leader of the group steps forward once again, his face inches from yours. "You want more, don't you?" he growls, a cruel glint in his eye.
He yanks down your pants to reveal your rapidly stiffening cock. Like all of you, it's a specimen of manhood. "Fuck, boy, I'm impressed," he says. "But even with all that cock, I can tell you only want it in your ass." He slides his hand back to your already-fingered hole, running his fingertip around the partially filled opening. "Coupla fingers isn't nothin' for you, is it, boy? Nate here's got your pussy soaking wet, looks like. You might think you're ready, but we'll see if you're up to the test." He yanks your glasses off and smashes his lips onto yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth while grabbing you by the throat. You know the ordinary you would fight back but this feels … right … and you want more.
The leader of the group, emboldened by your lack of resistance, begins to roughly undress you as the other men continue to fondle and probe your eager hole. His strong hands grip your shoulders, pushing you down onto your knees as he frees his own impressive cock from his pants. "Suck it," he commands, grabbing a handful of your hair and forcing your head towards his crotch.
You've never thought about a man's penis with any kind of desire, but the sensation of a meaty cock sliding down into your throat takes the slightest edge off your obsession with filling your hole. Despite your lack of any experience, your cock hunger is so great you choke on his dick with gusto. "Not bad, pretty boy," he growls. "I can see you love dick, not that that's any surprise. We can take care of that for you. Stan, get behind this boy and start getting him ready for me."
Without ceremony, Stan yanks your ass up toward him, forcing you to awkwardly straighten your legs while you continue to suck off the gang's leader. He plants his face into your ass and begins eating you out; you moan from your filled mouth with the uptick in pleasure and new sensations. Stan's rough tongue probes deep inside of you, lapping at your most intimate parts. You can feel his stubble scratching against your sensitive skin, but the sensation only serves to heighten your pleasure. His fingers join his tongue, stretching you open even further. You're already so loose from the other man's probing, but Stan's fingers slip inside of you easily, twisting and turning as he prepares you for the leader's cock.
The leader takes his dick out of your mouth and grabs your face to tilt it upward, spitting into it as he does so. He slaps you, saying, "I hope you're ready, boy, cos I sure am." He twists you around and presses your taut, heavily muscled glutes against him so roughly his cock slides partway in your slackened hole. "Damn boy, you are ready! Well, you sure came to the right place." He shoves his dick inside aggressively, his length and girth reaching where fingers and tongues couldn't. You can't remember feeling a better sensation, and your own stiff cock twitches in appreciation. "Like that, dontcha boy," as he wastes no time slamming back and forth into your ready canal. "We got a real super bottom here." You wonder—do they know?—then realize no one would treat Superman like this. Realizing this, you get harder and more wild for cock than ever. Giving into submission instead of maintaining your usual protective role is more pleasurable than you could have imagined.
The leader of the group, now inside you, begins to thrust with a fierce urgency. His hips slap against your ass with each powerful stroke, and you can feel every inch of his cock deep within you. Your mind is overwhelmed with pleasure as he fills you up completely, satisfying the intense craving that has consumed you since the red kryptonite's influence took hold.
Almost unaware of what you are doing, you move your powerful hands back to spread your ass cheeks further apart and widen your stance to enable greater access to the inner reaches of your lower guts. "Oh yeah, slut, open yourself up," the gang leader says, shoving a finger, then two into your super-accommodating hole. "Damn boy, you can take a lot, can'tcha?" He continues fucking you with his cock and more and more of his hand until he slips his cock out to fit all five digits inside up to the edges of his knuckles. It doesn't hurt at all; in fact, it feels amazing. You push back against him, your hole widening further and further.
The leader of the group grins wickedly as he feels your body eagerly accepting his invasion. He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you, each movement driving him deeper inside. The other men in the group watch in awe as you take every inch of him with ease, your body moving in time with his thrusts. "Look at him go," one of them says, a hint of jealousy in his voice.
"Yeah boy, show me. Take me in. You really want that fist, don't you? Show me how you … take … it … UNFH," he says as the whole fist crests inside your hole and it wraps snugly around his wrist. "That's an elastic hole, boy." He places his free arm around your torso and guides you closer to him, placing his fisting arm's elbow onto his denim-clad knee. You begin to squat onto his vertical forearm, your dick rock-hard and streaming pre-cum. "You're some kind of special whore, boy. Taking my fist out here in a dirty alley. I have a special place set up for boys just like you, and I can already tell you're going to love it."
The leader of the group continues to piston his fist in and out of your willing hole, the sound of his arm moving within you echoing in the alley. You can feel your own orgasm building, your body tensing with every thrust of his arm. The pleasure is overwhelming, and you find yourself moaning louder and louder. "That's it, boy. Let it out. Show us how much you love it."
As you roll your eyes back in ecstasy, one of the guys suddenly whisks a black hood over your head, unaware of your X-Ray vision. But again, you make no effort to escape or use your superpowers. You stay compliant as the gang leader loudly and sloppily removes his fist and you are picked up and carried a surprisingly short distance. A nearby garage entrance is lifted and you are carried into a high-bay warehouse space fitted out into an impressive sex dungeon, filled with supplies you've never dreamed of. Massive toys are visible along the walls, with giant buckets available for J-Lube mixture and a nozzle-tipped hose attached to an industrial metal faucet. Padded benches and chain-mounted slings are strewn about, with platform mattresses covered in rubber and neoprene.
As you're carried into the dungeon, the leader of the group tosses you onto one of the padded benches. "Welcome to your new home, boy," he says with a sinister grin. The hood is yanked off your head, and you find yourself surrounded by the gang, all of them eyeing you with desire. "I knew you were a freak as soon as I saw you," the leader continues.
"Get on all fours. We're going to find out just how much that hole can take. My guess is, there are no limits," he says, removing his shirt and reaching for a pair of skintight black seamless arm-length rubber gloves. He pulls one on and without direction, one of his crew begins to coat it with a thick layer of lube. He repeats the process, his clad, shiny arms showing off impressive musculature that makes your hole beg for abuse. "We'll start you off easy with a double punchfuck, boy." You tremble with anticipation, wondering what more will come if that's the starting point.
The leader approaches you, his gloved hands glistening with lube. He grabs your hips, pulling you towards him until your ass is positioned at the edge of the bench. One of his men steps up behind him, also wearing a pair of black rubber gloves. They high-five each other before synchronizing their movements, each pushing a slicked finger into your eager hole. You moan as they stretch you open, your body adjusting to the new intrusion. “Oh yes,” you say. “Yes. Oh please, give me more. Push yourselves in further. Fill me up.”
The pair begin to slide their hands into you, up to them past the knuckles, until they both are serially sliding fully in and fully out of your hole. Your super build can handle whatever they push inside you, and you expand and contract admirably, your hole remaining more pristine than an Earthling's but nevertheless offering the unlimited capacity as predicted. Suddenly both hands clasped together enter inside of you, providing a stretch that begins to satiate your need to be filled up.
The feeling of two hands working in unison inside of you is indescribable. You've never felt so full, so completely dominated and possessed. The leader's gloves slide against each other as they move in and out, the sound echoing through the sex dungeon. The men around you watch in awe as your body takes every inch of their combined effort. "Damn, boy, you really are a super bottom."
You hear a loud rattle of equipment rolling behind you and glance backward over your jam-packed ass to see some sort of large-scale piston machinery approaching. "Now that you've easily handled two fists, I want to introduce you to our more advanced equipment. We call it The Hole Wrecker," the leader says, sliding out of you along with his fellow fister. Another member of his crew hands him an enormous cylindrical object about the size and shape of a home fire extinguisher, with a massive rounded tip. It's a comically large dildo with a base that screws securely to the machine's exposed piston tip. "We usually save this for last, but I think you've shown you're already up for this challenge." He slathers J-Lube into the huge black attachment. Ribbons stream from it as it glistens through the thick viscous coating. He guides the tip of the improbably big toy to your waiting asshole. It seems visually impossible such a massive object could fit inside.
The leader gives a nod to one of his men, who then activates the piston machinery. The massive dildo begins to slowly move towards your inviting hole, the rounded tip pressing against your tight entrance. You feel a mix of anticipation and apprehension as the toy starts to push its way inside you. Inch by inch, the dildo disappears into your stretched hole, filling you up in a way you've never experienced before.
As the machinery begins to rev up, the attachment starts to glide within your accommodating tunnel, opening you up and combining cunting skin against lubed toy sounds with loud machinery noises. Your moans of pleasure join in with the degrading but enthusiastic egging on of the group around you. "Turn up the speed and pressure," the leader says. "He can take it."
The piston mechanism whirs to life, driving the massive dildo in and out of you with increasing speed and force. The feeling is overwhelming, and you can feel every inch of the massive toy as it stretches you wider than ever before. Your hole struggles to accommodate the relentless invasion, but you push back against it, eager to take every inch. The men around you cheer and jeer, encouraging you to take more and more.
Increasing to maximum speed, The Hole Wrecker does its best to live up to its name, but your super abilities allow you to take it as if it was just an impressively sized human cock. Despite the heft and scale of the dildo, your hole remains intact, a feat the gang around you has never witnessed. While your hole is dilated to nearly four inches in diameter, daunting for even the most experienced power bottom, it contracts upon retraction of the huge toy to a pliable but normal size. The gang can't believe your hole has survived without gaping or getting used up.
The leader of the group looks on in amazement as you take the massive dildo with ease, your body adjusting to the intense stretching. He nods in approval and turns off the machinery. "You've proven yourself to be a true master bottom, boy. But I think it's time we take this to the next level." He removes the dildo from your hole, which snaps back to its normal size almost instantly.
He gestures to a nearby platform, covered by a black oilcloth. "Over there we got ‘The Monster. Ain't no one ever been able to take the whole thing." A member of the group pulls the cloth away, unveiling a shiny red mounted butt plug that widens to the width of a drum. Your eyes widen as you look at it, imagining it shoved up inside of you. It looks somewhere around 22 inches around.
The leader of the group grins wickedly as he sees the fear and excitement in your eyes. "That's right, boy. You're going to take this monster and prove once and for all that you're the ultimate bottom. But first, let's get you prepped." He signals to one of his men, who brings over a bucket filled with J-Lube mixture.
"You've proven you're clean enough, boy, but I'd hate to see a pretty pussy like yours take any irreparable damage," he says. He hangs the bucket from a nearby hook, screwing a hose into a receptor in the bottom and toggling a switch. "That's why all this lube is gonna give you an enema." He picks up a nozzle that resembles a small length of pipe, attaches it to the other end of the hose and shoves it into your eager ass, lube already generously flowing from its tip.
The lube fills you up, warm and soothing, until you feel a sudden urge to evacuate. The leader motions for you to head towards a nearby toilet. You do as instructed, and as you sit down, a powerful jet of water flushes through you, leaving you feeling cleansed and ready for what's to come. When you return, the leader is already preparing 'The Monster'.
The fresh bucket of lube just dumped over it drips slowly down the sides, leaving a circle stain nearly unimaginable for an ass opening to expand to equal. Without being summoned, you approach. ‘The Monster' is framed by two open-air leg support platforms attached to a manual crank designed to slowly lower whoever dared take its challenge down over the tip toward the preposterous flare. A pair of attached handles extend upward for balance and arm support, also connected to the crank mechanism to help guide whatever brave soul (hole) take on the unique device.
The leader pats the platform reassuringly. "Alright, boy, when you're ready, just climb on up here and position yourself over The Monster. Take it slow, and remember to breathe. You're going to need to relax as much as possible." You nod, nerves fluttering in your stomach, but excitement and curiosity overpowering any fear. You step onto the platform and gingerly lower yourself onto the towering toy.
The tip, itself intimidating, slides in snugly, creating a warm excitement inside of you. You use your leg muscles to hunker down onto the first few inches, which spread you wider open, then leverage your arms to push in more depth and width. "Good job, boy," the leader says. "Really good. I think you're ready for me to start turning the crank." He begins turning it slowly, about an eighth of a revolution every couple of seconds. The sensation of stretch becomes much stronger but your breath control and relaxation enable you to manage through two, then three revolutions. Your hole begins to feel fuller and wider than the double fisting or oversize dildo you took a short while ago.
Looking down, you see the halfway point about one revolution away. It's crazy, but you want more. Your dick demonstrates your desire to keep going, remaining fully erect and pointing upward. "Thats a good pussy boy," the leader says, pausing to admire your firm muscle ass splitting apart to take in the epic toy. He runs his fingertips along the edge of your hole lips, inserting an occasional finger underneath to check your remaining capacity. "But we still gotta long way to go. You ready to take in the next few turns?"
“Yes,” you breath. “Yes, I’m ready. I want it inside me.” The leader resumes turning the crank, increasing the speed slightly. The toy stretches you even further, and you can feel every inch as it fills you up. Your body adjusts to the intense stretching, your hole dilating wider than ever before. The men around you cheer and jeer, encouraging you to take more and more. “Do you need to go faster, sir?” you say. “I can take it.”
"Goddamn boy," the leader says. "That super bottom of yours has opened wide enough for a newborn baby to slip out. That's nice work boy. Before long you'll have taken in more of The Monster than anyone who came before you. But you'll have to have some superhuman stretch if that pretty ass of yours is gonna swallow the whole thing. You ready to keep going?"
You take a deep breath, feeling the massive toy inside of you, stretching you wider than you've ever been stretched before. The feeling is both intimidating and exhilarating, and you can't help but feel a sense of pride at how far you've come. "I'm ready," you say, determination in your voice. The leader nods, pleased with your response.
He resumes turning the crank, slowly but consistently. Your ass stretches beyond the limits of the most ardent butt pirates, but instead of feeling discomfort, you feel amazing, it's like you've never fully been alive before. The sensation makes you feel turned right side out, as if you'd never known true pleasure until now. "Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhmoooooooorrrreeeeeee," you say. "Fuck me. Give it to me, give it all to me. I need it inside me noooowwwww."
The leader grins as he hears your cries of pleasure, turning the crank faster and faster. The Monster disappears deeper into you, inch by inch, until it's fully seated inside of you. You can feel every ridge and contour of the massive toy, filling you up completely. Your body is stretched to its limits, but you've never felt anything more satisfying. The men around you cheer and clap, amazed at what they're seeing.
Your super-hole has expanded to gargantuan proportions to take in the entirety of The Monster, the lips of your outer ring firmly grasping the base. The massive toy pushing out your guts in 360 degrees feels like a natural part of you that you've been able to reclaim. You pull up somewhat against it and the intense reverse sensation of sliding back toward the fullest point sends a wave of renewed pleasure over you. "Boy, are you able … are you able to … fuck yourself with that thing?" the leader says, clearly impressed. "Guys, I think we found the super bottom who can tame The Monster!"
He shoves a dampened rag up to your nose; surprised, you breathe in and with a heady rush you find yourself more capable of gliding your insides against The Monster's flared circumference. The men cheer again and goad you on as you hover back up to stretch your hole as wide as the toy can take it, then swallow back up to the base. "Yeah boy, fuck that Monster." "That ass is a black hole, show off what you can do with it!" "You could fuck a skyscraper, boy!"
You can barely take in your surroundings, the stretch and contraction in your hole is so intensely enjoyable. Your dick remains impressively hard even as your hole takes a self-administered pounding these humans have never seen.
As you continue to ride The Monster, your body shudders with pleasure. The sensation of the massive toy inside of you is overwhelming, and you can feel yourself on the brink of an intense orgasm. The men around you cheer you on, urging you to take it even deeper. The leader turns the crank a few more times, pushing The Monster even further into you. You feel it hit something deep inside of you, triggering a powerful orgasm.
Your inner walls clench intensely as you begin an extended, high-volume orgasm only Superman could sustain. As the first thick rope of cum shoots with velocity several feet from your hands-free cock, the pressure from your contracting cavity begins to be too much for even the semi-flexible Monster to bear. It begins to compress inside you like a crumpled piece of paper as your cum continues to fly everywhere, randomly shooting across the assembled crew, the walls, floor and even the high-bay ceiling. The gang watches in awe as your orgasm finally begins to subside and your hole ejects the destroyed toy.
The Monster, now forever deformed, falls to the ground with a thud. The leader looks at you with a mix of admiration and shock. "I've never seen anything like that before," he says. "You've got a real talent there, boy." The other men nod in agreement, still covered in your cum. You take a moment to catch your breath, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated.
"That was … so good … that was awesome … sir," you muster. "I'm really starting to feel warmed up. My hole feels so empty now, sir.” You finger it absentmindedly while tugging on your still-stiff cock. “How else do you need to use it?"
The leader grins at your eagerness, clearly impressed with your ability to take on The Monster. "Well, boy," he says, "I think we have just the thing to fill that empty hole of yours. Follow me." He leads you over to a large metal barrel, which is filled to the brim with various objects. The leader reaches in and pulls out a long, thick metal rod, about two inches in diameter and three feet long.
"You took the width challenge and killed it, pretty boy," he says. "Can you handle this much depth?" He lightly pushes you backward onto a waiting padded bench, exposing your remarkably intact hole, and wastes no tip exploring it with the tip of the lengthy baton.
The cold metal of the rod sends a shiver down your spine as it touches your sensitive hole. You can feel your muscles tensing up at first, but you take a deep breath and try to relax, knowing that it will make the insertion easier. The leader slowly pushes the rod into you, and you feel it sliding deeper and deeper inside of you.
You move your hands to his and locking eyes, help guide the rod further along into your guts. "You can't hurt me, sir," you say. "Push it in. Push it all the way inside me."
The leader smiles, impressed by your determination. He continues to push the metal rod into you, inch by inch, until it's fully seated inside of you. The sensation is intense, but you're able to take it, thanks to your previous experience with The Monster. The cold metal of the rod feels different from the warmth of a human body, but it's still satisfying in its own way.
"Can you push it back out to me, boy?" he says. "Let me see you take it in and out of that pussy of yours."
You grip the base of the metal rod and slowly begin to pull it out of your ass, feeling every inch as it slides out of you. The sensation is strange but pleasurable, and you can't help but feel a sense of pride at how easily you're able to take it. Once it's almost all the way out, you push it back in, savoring the feeling of fullness as it fills you up once again. You continue to take it in past your outer ring, and tease yourself by gaping your hole with its tip, then swallowing it in again.
"You're really proving yourself boy," the leader says. "Seems like that hole can take pretty much anything. But do you want an ultimate challenge?" He gestures with a head nod toward a corner, in which a steel full-size traffic cone dimly gleams. "We just keep that around to help block out the alley," he says. "But I reckon you might be able to swallow it up."
The traffic cone looms over you, a daunting challenge. It's much larger than anything you've taken in before, but the thought of attempting it excites you. You nod, signaling your readiness to take on this new challenge. The leader grins and retrieves the traffic cone, bringing it over to you. He helps you get into position, with your legs spread wide and your back angled slightly upwards.
The cold metal tip slides easily in well past the two-inch diameter mark that was just inside of you. "Damn, my super bottom, your ass just takes it!" he exclaims, pushing forward slowly until the top of the cone is pressing into your sphincter. Your second hole is eager to accommodate, and before long nearly a third of the cone has disappeared into your guts. "Oh yeeeaaahhh," you say, your eyes rolling back. "Yeahhhhhssss sir. Oh sir, please fuck me with it sir."
“Stand up, boy,” he says. You reluctantly push off the cone and stand, your hole waiting to be refilled. You watch as he positions the cone onto the bench behind you, the tip touching your eager lips. “Now squat–Sit on it.” You do as ordered, and soon your squat is parallel to the bench. “Bounce for me.” You groan as you maneuver the strong steel of the cone surface in and out of your second ring, never releasing the top portion from your insides. “Boys, get over here and help this slut.”
The crew surrounds you and you find them grasping either leg and propping you up from behind like a group of soldiers working as a unit. You fully surrender control as they take over sliding you up and ever down on the cone. Soon, more of it disappears than even the most talented human hole could encompass. “AAAGGGGHHHHuhhhhnnnnnfffffff,” you say. “UNGHMORE! More! I can take it! MORE!”
To their wonder and disbelief, as they allow you to glide further down onto the cone, you eventually slide to the base. Murmurs of excitement and awe emerge as they gently lift you up and down the final few inches, your asshole open over two feet wide and well beyond human limit. “Faster,” you say, an orgasm beginning to build both within your ass and extending to your dick’s reaction to prostate overstimulation. The men bounce you like a child on a hobby horse, your dick reacting favorably to the increasing speed of the penetration. Your eyes begin to glow as you approach a second climax.
As cum starts to shoot from your cock, the men feel the sensation of your weight lifting from them – you’ve begun to levitate from the intense pleasure of having your hole’s needs so well tended to. They bring their hands to their faces as cum flies everywhere and the light from your eyes brightens and intensifies. Your body moves itself along the cone without touching anything, your ass clenching and relaxing as the seemingly endless supply of cum in you begins to empty. As you fully climax, you jet off of the cone with super speed, flying through the ceiling and up off into the night sky in moments.
“Did we just … fuck Superman?” the gang leader says, his jaw agape. “I never saw anything like that before. Guess he really was a ‘super’ bottom!’”
