orientation-gay Superman Meets the Cole Twins (Parts 1-7, now with Part 8 on Page 8 - Updated 5/4/21)

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6 hours ago, gsobrave said:

Absolutely.  I'm working on Part 2 now and have almost the whole plot sussed out.  I literally wrote part 1 in about 10 hours.  I had insomnia and didn't go to bed until it was finished, which was 7:30 am pst.  When I had some downtime this afternoon, I started working on it now, already a couple of pages in.  The mind and spirit is willing but the flesh is oh so weak.  

I've been trying to use instagram and such to find pics of the incredible guys who I keep mentally picturing (or similar).  I do try to give credit where I can and apologize if I've missed anyone.  

On that note, here are some more incredible men who I can picture as our main characters:

Just breaking in if you want to go on to look more of him, he's Benny Prinz: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTofOqLQf4s

More below, yes it looks enormous.  I'm sure a lot of folks have come across him since he's a god and has been around a few years.

It's not hard to imagine a 6'2", 240 pound bodybuilder (i think he's 5'10 in rl, sorry if i'm wrong, need sleep)

I'm not sure about the ones below and am sooo close to bed (too lazy to look 'em up, i think I had googled them)

I've run out of room on this post but there's always more.

must. sleep. =D  thanks to everyone who has viewed and will drop part two by Friday (It Was Ag^*t*& all Along!)

 

Love your writing. This story is right up my alley. Can’t wait to see where this goes 

[gsobrave]

Thanks so much for all the kind words.  I have been a lurker forever and after Yahoo closed their groups down, I miss that 'Superman Erotic Stories' group.  I didn't get a chance to pull more than a couple of stories off there but after years of reading them, I realized I could try my hand at it.  I have put some 'easter eggs' in the stories that were born from some ideas from previous authors but it's really for my own pleasure, lol.  Yes, I've had a perpetual hard on writing this week.  It's like edging almost while writing.  I should finish Part 3 by the end of the weekend.  

Anyway, I present to you Part 2!

Part 2

 

As Clark drove back to his apartment, his ass and abdomen ached.  Usually his super metabolism would heal him back up in an hour or two from any serious injury but he was left with this burning reminder of the Cole Twins. 

His mind was racing.  How could some of his powers be turned off like that?  He was easily making a show of lifting weights before meeting the guys in the locker room.  Could he have gotten of dose of kryptonite radiation?  He had been exposed to it in the past and definitely would know if the radiation was affecting him.  The twins manhandled him as if he was just a normal guy.  It really shook his confidence.  He needed to get that feeling under control.

Pulling over into an empty parking lot, he got out and bolted skyward.  His flying was still working like normal.  Holding in mid-air, he listened to the college community below.  He wasn’t sure where the brothers lived but if he was patient, he may be able to hear their voices and hone in on them. 

It was still late evening, a few hours before dawn.  Drifting in the air, he didn’t hear the men… but what he did hear was the strong and steady heartbeats like he had heard in the gym.  Slowly rotating in air, he tried to pinpoint the location of the brothers.  Trying for what seemed like forever, he was finally able to determine the direction that would lead him to the brothers. 

Flying down closer, he realized he was still in his gym clothes.  He hadn’t even changed into his costume.  The two heartbeats were coming from inside a decent sized home, garage, basement, etc.  He scanned the house from top to bottom with his x-ray vision.  It didn’t look like anyone was inside.  But the slow, strong heartbeats were there, this was the location.

He didn’t need sleep so all he had was time.  He flew up into the tops of the trees in the woods behind the house, hoping he could stake it out and learn something about what was happening.  The back yard was private, fenced in, and kept neat.  There was weight lifting equipment set up on a large concrete slab patio.  There was a squat rack, bench press, decline bench, and racks of plates and weights arranged to grant them room to move around easily.  He kept scanning the house with his x-ray vision.  Still nothing but the strong, steady heartbeats.

When dawn came he drank in the sunshine, hoping maybe being low on energy last night was the culprit of his temporary weakness.

Within a few minutes, the backdoor swung open and shirtless Dave and Butch, sporting black cotton shorts, wandered out with sport mixer bottles, shaking them back and forth to blend whatever protein or pre-workout was in it.  Butch was pulling at his shorts pushing at his bulge, out and down, creating a gap in the front of the black shorts.  He realized both men had dark five o’clock shadows.  They were just fully shaven only a few hours ago but he could see a line of dark hair going down from Dave’s chest to the top of his shorts that wasn’t previously there.

Whatever these guys were on was definitely augmenting their own testosterone production.  Using his x-ray vision, he noticed the men’s bodies were emitting more heat than even last night.  Clark shook his head, how to figure this out?  They must have been in the house all evening but he only saw them when they stepped outside.  What the fuck was going on?  He usually could figure things out pretty quick but it looked like the situation was going to have to play itself out.  Tonight he wouldn’t be caught off guard by their charm and raw masculinity.  All of that plus their godly physiques made them just irresistible.

Using his perch he could easily see them without being noticed so he decided to watch them a while longer.  The twins were setting up some weights.  Dave loaded up around 340 pounds on the bench press.  Instead of laying on the bench, he walked around behind it.  He picked it up and started curling it!

Clark knew they had to be metas!  Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, at that point he started fast pumping them, probably another ten times before returning it to the bench.  They had to be metas!  No man could do what he did so easily, well except for Superman.  He realized they were talking to each other, he had let his mind wander.

“…sets are that easy,” Dave was grinning ear to ear.

“Man, stand back, gonna show you…” Butch loaded another 180 pounds on the bar, Clark wondered if it would snap in two.  520 pounds.  He stood behind the bar, grabbing it.  He put his grip as wide as his shoulders, he flexed his legs, bracing for the weight.  Pulling, his neck exploded into large veins and Clark could almost feel them pulsing.  Butch went to lift the sagging bar.  The bar moved a little, but he couldn’t lift it up off the bench. 

“You asshole!” Dave did not look happy

Butch grinned from ear to ear at Dave …and pulled the bar off the rack.  Easily.  He did a quick 10 reps, careful not to snap the bar, and then put it back on the rack.

“Jesus, man… Caretaker said if it was going to work it was supposed to go more slow.” Butch said flexing, one hand on his hip, the other arm in a bicep pose. 

“Yeah but that would be for normal guys, right?”  Dave put his arms together in front of him, pumping his chest forward and looking down.

 “So by tonight we’ll be back to ‘normal.’  No matter what the process is still doing it’s thang,” Butch clapped his hands together and veins burst to life, “Can’t wait to get my hands back on some real weight.  All that gym equipment is better be ‘real weight’ for us by the time we’re ready to go train.  We have got to be able to grow, wanna get bigger, stronger.” 

Dave walked over to a 45 pound plate.  “Look at this shit man…” as he neatly folded the plate into quarters, as if it was made of dough, then handed it to Butch.

Clark realized he put no effort into it.  He reached down and adjusted his crotch at the thought of the previous night, he was hard as a rock.

Butch took the folded plate and mashed it together into a ball.  He pulled at his underwear with his other hand to push it down under his balls and there was a quick ripping sound.  “Fuck man, I liked that pair,” ripping it off and throwing it towards the back door.

“Wanna see something cool?  C’mere.” 

Butch started stroking his monster until it was rock hard.  Dave grinned and came over beside him, stroking his to it’s own full (was it fair to call them equal?) length.  Butch pushed the ball of steel onto the end of his pulsing cock.  Clark could see the heat they were generating between the two of them.  It was an incredible sight!  Slowly and deliberately, Butch rolled and mashed the clay-like iron plate slowly up and over his massive cock.  Pulling it from the tip, molding it over his weapon until it was spread up the shaft.  “Fuck me, I knew the plate wasn’t going to be big enough,” grasping on the mold, tightening it up, trying to stretch an inch or two more to get closer to base of his cock.  “Yeaahhhh, that feels good,” going a little too far, his cock head pushed through the end of the now massive pipe surrounding most of his length.  He began to stroke the pipe up and down the length of his meat.  His hips started getting in on the action as he fucked a once iron plate into a fleshlight. 

“Butch save that shit for tonight, give him the works,” as Dave slowly stroked his own identical piece of meat.

Butch stepped closer to Dave and pulled the iron pipe off his meat.  Grabbing Dave’s wrist, he stopped him from stroking himself and said, “test time!”  He started pumping Dave’s massive meat until it was it’s own throbbing duplicate, then sliding the pipe over Dave’s meat, he pulled on it a couple of times.

Butch had an evil grin, “tell me again who the bigger brother is?” and then put his cock underneath Dave’s.  Even from his vantage point in the trees, it definitely looked like making the iron fleshlight had helped swell Butch’s cock to where there was a clear difference in the two.  He even slid a finger in the pipe when Dave was stroking with it.

“Shit, now I’m going to have to make one for myself.”  Dave sighed.

“What can I say little bro, I’m a specimen,” and threw one arm up and flexed his bicep, he brought the other up to point to the heavens and turned his body slightly.  He was pointing right at Clark’s hiding spot.  As every muscle tightened to the point where veins exploded on his whole body, he yelled, “fuuuuckkkk” and his cock exploded all over the front of Dave’s body.  It was like a fire hose, covering the his whole front.  It went from a fire hose to a fountain, dousing the decline bench press as he turned and put both hands on his hips flexing into a front lat spread pose.  The cum was finally slowing down, but still pouring from the large slit on his flaring cock head.  When the trickle ended he winked at Dave, “sometimes I can’t control myself.”

Dave grinned, “yeah, I saw that in action last night.”

“What can I say, when I’m cursed with these looks and this body.”  Butch was stroking the last drops out of his semi hard but still massive cock.

Dave threw the tattered black shorts to Butch, “yeah, you’re going to need to clean up your mess.”

“Shit, if that guy Clark was here, he’s probably gobble it all up.  Man he could not get enough of us last night.”

Dave winked, “well we are kinda irresistible,” bending over into a most muscular, crab pose.  His own set of veins were pushed above impenetrable exploding muscle as he flexed in front of his brother.

“Yeaaahh Dave, I still got some in the tank,” and matched his brother in a face off.  They held it for a good minute or two, straining until it looked like the muscles had reached peak ‘swole.’

They heard a rustling in the trees and turned to look at each other grinning. 

“Stop fucking around Butch, let’s get something to eat.”  Dave walked up to the back door.

Going in the house, they let the door close behind them. 

Inside, Dave told Butch, “he HAS to be hooked by now,” and smiled, grabbing Butch’s arm and punching it excitedly. “Butch I could hear his heartbeat out there, could you?”

Butch laughed, “yeah, definitely running a little fast.  Thought it was a squirrel at first.”

“Which means,” Dave interrupted, “it’s in his system…”

“Which is exactly where it needs to be,” finished Butch.

 

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Clark almost fell out of the tree as his own cock shot his load without even being touched.  The initial couple of spasms shot his cum straight through the fabric of his gym shorts and jock, ripping it.  The guys were heading back inside and as soon as the door closed behind them, he could no longer hear them talking.  But he could still hear the steady heartbeats, though.

He shuddered a leftover orgasmic spasm.  How was he going to stop himself from just exploding in their presence tonight?  He was Superman, he could control himself he thought, as he slurped up the cum that was all over his hand.  How could he see and hear what they just did and not think they were a threat to him, to everyone?  They’re playing with the power of the gods and, most of the time in Clark’s world, that meant trouble.  One thing was for sure, the Cole Twins could handle the force of Clark’s ejaculate but his shorts were definitely now ruined

‘Wait, who is this Caretaker asshole supposed to be?  Maybe their steroids pusher?  Ok, no one is calling their steroid pusher Caretaker.’ Clark’s mind was racing.

Flying up and out of the trees and into the morning sun, Clark let his body bathe in the rays for a good little while.  He was trying to focus his mind and come up with a plan. 

‘It wouldn’t be so hard to focus if I didn’t ache so much.  C’mon sun, do your work…Focus!  Who is this Caretaker… why would he/she/it want to make these guys into some sort of super bodybuilders?’  Clark wondered about the strength of these two now.  Being able to mash that cold iron into a soft, play-dough-like consistency would require some heat generation, otherwise the iron would snap on its own.

That whole sight was so distracting.  He remembered his hole being used, just like that iron fleshlight.  The comparison was not lost on the so called ‘man of steel.’  Whatever they’re up to, it seemed they were being very deliberate, which meant he must be too.  He would hate to see the end of the transformation Butch was referring to.  Who knows how long the process lasts but whatever it is, it’s obviously happening faster for them.  But what they’re dealing with would have to be handled with a little more guile than Superman was used to.

‘I need to get to the bottom of this tonight somehow.’  Clark floated even higher, looking to recharge as long as possible. If only he could make his semi-gaping hole stop burning. 

After dark, Clark landed a block away from his apartment and went inside. 

Had he hesitated long enough in using all the power and technology at his disposal?  He had a Kryptonian Library stowed away right there in his footlocker.  But did this situation warrant opening up that can of worms?  Things didn’t need to go from whatever it was, to worse (was getting fucked by two massive sex gods bad?).  Ok, maybe Clark liked to get manhandled and it was certainly a fantasy of his, but it definitely made Superman nervous to be overmatched so easily.

The Library was in the traditional Krypton format, simply shaped, clear colored crystal geodes.  To anyone else they were like harmless crystals that, to be honest, looked a little cheap.  But in a Kryptonian’s hand, it would come to life, giving the holder access to the thousands of years of knowledge and wisdom of his lost people.  It was so much so that even with his mental acuity, he would need time to recover.  The crystals were interactive and had an empathic nature.  To use one would expose the crystal to your thoughts and feelings as well.  When he used the crystal the first and only time, a feeling of such loss and emptiness flooded his mind for days afterwards.  Feelings of loss he’d never otherwise experience as a son mourning his dead Kryptonian parents.  He wasn’t afraid to experience it, he just didn’t feel like he had days to recover from researching and interacting with ancient Krypton.  He could easily get lost in there.

He opted for a shower, with the hot water running over his head and chest, down his hairy abs, washing across and down from the base to the tip of his cock, over his hairy legs.  He was relaxed; Clark realized he was no longer hurting.  Smiling he thought, ‘a little sunshine will always do ya!’

“Fuck me, I am a boy scout.” He said to no one, getting back to washing.  He needed to pick up the pace, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the twin mountains of muscle who obviously had more than dubious intentions.  He seemed to be in such a vulnerable position the previous night, whether or not it was obvious to the Cole bothers they could have definitely taken advantage of the situation in his weakened state… if they knew he was Superman.  Shit they could have even if Clark was ‘Regularman.’ 

It was hard to admit he enjoyed a lot of it.  Since Clark’s power level seemed to be recharged, the fascination with the Cole brothers mystery evoked nothing but a strange curiosity, even though it should be scaring the shit out of him.  Losing control of his powers?  Being at the mercy of what could have been an otherwise life threatening situation?  The reality was that it was like a dream come to life, notwithstanding the internal organ-rearranging… well ok, that wasn’t too bad.  Once he realized he could let loose of his inhibitions… ”Well they were smacked out of my head by Butch’s…” beast?  Cheesy.  “Butch’s Monster.”  Closer. 

“Mr. Monstercock and his brother Mr. Monstercock.  Make sure to call them ‘sir’”.  Fuck he was giddy, acting like it was open mic night, “Clark’s Livingroom, everyone!” and started clapping.

No, seriously, he thought, what would Superman do if he didn’t have to treat the world around him like it was made of tissue paper?  If he could cut loose and experience all the pleasure and sensations that his heightened senses assaulted him with daily. 

‘Never, ever going to look at a bodybuilder the same way again,’ he smiled at the thought.

 “Calm the fuck down. You’re going to figure out what’s going on,“ he said into a mirror as he passed back into the bedroom.  Nope, that guy didn’t look like he was buying it either.

It was after midnight and he slid on a pair of jesus-why-are-they-so-tight khakis and a plaid button down shirt.  He got his gym bag ready.  He put an “oh shit” button in his bag.  ‘Never-ever want to use that,’ slung it over a shoulder and left the apartment.  When he was able to step away from any onlookers, he took to the sky again and flew back to his parked car that he left from before dawn’s stake out.

“No time like the present,” and drove back to the gym.

When he pulled up, there was one car in the lot and the place looked empty.  ‘Good.’ No need for any bystanders to worry about if there’s any trouble.  He recognized what-was-her-name, (Deena?) managing the front counter.

“Pretty slow tonight,”

She looked up at him and yawned, “yes. Are you lifting by yourself?  I’m not your spotter, just so you know.”  She looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here.

“I think a couple of buddies are going to join me but we’re good guys,” he said with a grin.

He turned and walked across the empty floor and into the Locker room to change.  He took a little bit of time and used his x-ray vision to scan the area.  As he turned to the entrance, he saw Butch and Dave walk in, their car parked next to his in the lot.  His super hearing picked up friendly banter.  Deena was giggling like a school girl, man these guys could charm the pants off a Priest!  She came around the front and kissed them both on a cheek, not hesitating to cop a feel when she put a hand on Dave’s chest. 

“Thank you guys so much, I’m trusting you to take care of this place.” She said as she handed a set of keys to Butch.

“Lock up at 3am, got it.  You gotta come out with us one night, Dee, pay us back, you know, favor for favor.”  Butch stretched his arm and scratched his veiny bicep while he was talking to her.

A couple more hair tosses and laughs and she thanked them for taking over for one night. “No clue why they keep paying me to mind an empty building.  A guy JUST got here but he said two of his buddies are coming in late to train… wait, YOU’RE that guy’s buddies?  Promise me you won’t let him handle anything too heavy, I am NOT responsible for that dude getting in over his head.”

“We’re like the gym police, nobody’s getting’ hurt on our watch.  You don’t worry about a thing, ole Butch and Dave have it covered.”  And with that turned her towards the door and gave her butt a friendly swat of dismissal.

She giggled, blushed and walked out the door with a couple of looks back at the men inside.

When she was out of sight, Butch had a ‘Closed for Maintenance’ sign he pulled from behind the desk and handed it to Dave.  Sticking it on the entrance door, he turned the lock.  They picked up their gym bags, headed over to the fly machine and started getting ready for their work out.

The student gym was now empty except Superman and Cole Twins.

When Clark stepped out in fresh new gym clothes from the locker room, Dave called out, “Clark buddy! Deena said you got here early!” and held up a meaty arm in greeting.

Clark was more on guard this evening but when he saw what the brothers were wearing, he smiled.

 

[boardman]

49 minutes ago, gsobrave said:

Thanks so much for all the kind words.  I have been a lurker forever and after Yahoo closed their groups down, I miss that 'Superman Erotic Stories' group.  I didn't get a chance to pull more than a couple of stories off there but after years of reading them, I realized I could try my hand at it.  I have put some 'easter eggs' in the stories that were born from some ideas from previous authors but it's really for my own pleasure, lol.  Yes, I've had a perpetual hard on writing this week.  It's like edging almost while writing.  I should finish Part 3 by the end of the weekend.  

Anyway, I present to you Part 2!

Part 2

 

As Clark drove back to his apartment, his ass and abdomen ached.  Usually his super metabolism would heal him back up in an hour or two from any serious injury but he was left with this burning reminder of the Cole Twins. 

His mind was racing.  How could some of his powers be turned off like that?  He was easily making a show of lifting weights before meeting the guys in the locker room.  Could he have gotten of dose of kryptonite radiation?  He had been exposed to it in the past and definitely would know if the radiation was affecting him.  The twins manhandled him as if he was just a normal guy.  It really shook his confidence.  He needed to get that feeling under control.

Pulling over into an empty parking lot, he got out and bolted skyward.  His flying was still working like normal.  Holding in mid-air, he listened to the college community below.  He wasn’t sure where the brothers lived but if he was patient, he may be able to hear their voices and hone in on them. 

It was still late evening, a few hours before dawn.  Drifting in the air, he didn’t hear the men… but what he did hear was the strong and steady heartbeats like he had heard in the gym.  Slowly rotating in air, he tried to pinpoint the location of the brothers.  Trying for what seemed like forever, he was finally able to determine the direction that would lead him to the brothers. 

Flying down closer, he realized he was still in his gym clothes.  He hadn’t even changed into his costume.  The two heartbeats were coming from inside a decent sized home, garage, basement, etc.  He scanned the house from top to bottom with his x-ray vision.  It didn’t look like anyone was inside.  But the slow, strong heartbeats were there, this was the location.

He didn’t need sleep so all he had was time.  He flew up into the tops of the trees in the woods behind the house, hoping he could stake it out and learn something about what was happening.  The back yard was private, fenced in, and kept neat.  There was weight lifting equipment set up on a large concrete slab patio.  There was a squat rack, bench press, decline bench, and racks of plates and weights arranged to grant them room to move around easily.  He kept scanning the house with his x-ray vision.  Still nothing but the strong, steady heartbeats.

When dawn came he drank in the sunshine, hoping maybe being low on energy last night was the culprit of his temporary weakness.

Within a few minutes, the backdoor swung open and shirtless Dave and Butch, sporting black cotton shorts, wandered out with sport mixer bottles, shaking them back and forth to blend whatever protein or pre-workout was in it.  Butch was pulling at his shorts pushing at his bulge, out and down, creating a gap in the front of the black shorts.  He realized both men had dark five o’clock shadows.  They were just fully shaven only a few hours ago but he could see a line of dark hair going down from Dave’s chest to the top of his shorts that wasn’t previously there.

Whatever these guys were on was definitely augmenting their own testosterone production.  Using his x-ray vision, he noticed the men’s bodies were emitting more heat than even last night.  Clark shook his head, how to figure this out?  They must have been in the house all evening but he only saw them when they stepped outside.  What the fuck was going on?  He usually could figure things out pretty quick but it looked like the situation was going to have to play itself out.  Tonight he wouldn’t be caught off guard by their charm and raw masculinity.  All of that plus their godly physiques made them just irresistible.

Using his perch he could easily see them without being noticed so he decided to watch them a while longer.  The twins were setting up some weights.  Dave loaded up around 340 pounds on the bench press.  Instead of laying on the bench, he walked around behind it.  He picked it up and started curling it!

Clark knew they had to be metas!  Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, at that point he started fast pumping them, probably another ten times before returning it to the bench.  They had to be metas!  No man could do what he did so easily, well except for Superman.  He realized they were talking to each other, he had let his mind wander.

“…sets are that easy,” Dave was grinning ear to ear.

“Man, stand back, gonna show you…” Butch loaded another 180 pounds on the bar, Clark wondered if it would snap in two.  520 pounds.  He stood behind the bar, grabbing it.  He put his grip as wide as his shoulders, he flexed his legs, bracing for the weight.  Pulling, his neck exploded into large veins and Clark could almost feel them pulsing.  Butch went to lift the sagging bar.  The bar moved a little, but he couldn’t lift it up off the bench. 

“You asshole!” Dave did not look happy

Butch grinned from ear to ear at Dave …and pulled the bar off the rack.  Easily.  He did a quick 10 reps, careful not to snap the bar, and then put it back on the rack.

“Jesus, man… Caretaker said if it was going to work it was supposed to go more slow.” Butch said flexing, one hand on his hip, the other arm in a bicep pose. 

“Yeah but that would be for normal guys, right?”  Dave put his arms together in front of him, pumping his chest forward and looking down.

 “So by tonight we’ll be back to ‘normal.’  No matter what the process is still doing it’s thang,” Butch clapped his hands together and veins burst to life, “Can’t wait to get my hands back on some real weight.  All that gym equipment is better be ‘real weight’ for us by the time we’re ready to go train.  We have got to be able to grow, wanna get bigger, stronger.” 

Dave walked over to a 45 pound plate.  “Look at this shit man…” as he neatly folded the plate into quarters, as if it was made of dough, then handed it to Butch.

Clark realized he put no effort into it.  He reached down and adjusted his crotch at the thought of the previous night, he was hard as a rock.

Butch took the folded plate and mashed it together into a ball.  He pulled at his underwear with his other hand to push it down under his balls and there was a quick ripping sound.  “Fuck man, I liked that pair,” ripping it off and throwing it towards the back door.

“Wanna see something cool?  C’mere.” 

Butch started stroking his monster until it was rock hard.  Dave grinned and came over beside him, stroking his to it’s own full (was it fair to call them equal?) length.  Butch pushed the ball of steel onto the end of his pulsing cock.  Clark could see the heat they were generating between the two of them.  It was an incredible sight!  Slowly and deliberately, Butch rolled and mashed the clay-like iron plate slowly up and over his massive cock.  Pulling it from the tip, molding it over his weapon until it was spread up the shaft.  “Fuck me, I knew the plate wasn’t going to be big enough,” grasping on the mold, tightening it up, trying to stretch an inch or two more to get closer to base of his cock.  “Yeaahhhh, that feels good,” going a little too far, his cock head pushed through the end of the now massive pipe surrounding most of his length.  He began to stroke the pipe up and down the length of his meat.  His hips started getting in on the action as he fucked a once iron plate into a fleshlight. 

“Butch save that shit for tonight, give him the works,” as Dave slowly stroked his own identical piece of meat.

Butch stepped closer to Dave and pulled the iron pipe off his meat.  Grabbing Dave’s wrist, he stopped him from stroking himself and said, “test time!”  He started pumping Dave’s massive meat until it was it’s own throbbing duplicate, then sliding the pipe over Dave’s meat, he pulled on it a couple of times.

Butch had an evil grin, “tell me again who the bigger brother is?” and then put his cock underneath Dave’s.  Even from his vantage point in the trees, it definitely looked like making the iron fleshlight had helped swell Butch’s cock to where there was a clear difference in the two.  He even slid a finger in the pipe when Dave was stroking with it.

“Shit, now I’m going to have to make one for myself.”  Dave sighed.

“What can I say little bro, I’m a specimen,” and threw one arm up and flexed his bicep, he brought the other up to point to the heavens and turned his body slightly.  He was pointing right at Clark’s hiding spot.  As every muscle tightened to the point where veins exploded on his whole body, he yelled, “fuuuuckkkk” and his cock exploded all over the front of Dave’s body.  It was like a fire hose, covering the his whole front.  It went from a fire hose to a fountain, dousing the decline bench press as he turned and put both hands on his hips flexing into a front lat spread pose.  The cum was finally slowing down, but still pouring from the large slit on his flaring cock head.  When the trickle ended he winked at Dave, “sometimes I can’t control myself.”

Dave grinned, “yeah, I saw that in action last night.”

“What can I say, when I’m cursed with these looks and this body.”  Butch was stroking the last drops out of his semi hard but still massive cock.

Dave threw the tattered black shorts to Butch, “yeah, you’re going to need to clean up your mess.”

“Shit, if that guy Clark was here, he’s probably gobble it all up.  Man he could not get enough of us last night.”

Dave winked, “well we are kinda irresistible,” bending over into a most muscular, crab pose.  His own set of veins were pushed above impenetrable exploding muscle as he flexed in front of his brother.

“Yeaaahh Dave, I still got some in the tank,” and matched his brother in a face off.  They held it for a good minute or two, straining until it looked like the muscles had reached peak ‘swole.’

They heard a rustling in the trees and turned to look at each other grinning. 

“Stop fucking around Butch, let’s get something to eat.”  Dave walked up to the back door.

Going in the house, they let the door close behind them. 

Inside, Dave told Butch, “he HAS to be hooked by now,” and smiled, grabbing Butch’s arm and punching it excitedly. “Butch I could hear his heartbeat out there, could you?”

Butch laughed, “yeah, definitely running a little fast.  Thought it was a squirrel at first.”

“Which means,” Dave interrupted, “it’s in his system…”

“Which is exactly where it needs to be,” finished Butch.

 

*****************

 

Clark almost fell out of the tree as his own cock shot his load without even being touched.  The initial couple of spasms shot his cum straight through the fabric of his gym shorts and jock, ripping it.  The guys were heading back inside and as soon as the door closed behind them, he could no longer hear them talking.  But he could still hear the steady heartbeats, though.

He shuddered a leftover orgasmic spasm.  How was he going to stop himself from just exploding in their presence tonight?  He was Superman, he could control himself he thought, as he slurped up the cum that was all over his hand.  How could he see and hear what they just did and not think they were a threat to him, to everyone?  They’re playing with the power of the gods and, most of the time in Clark’s world, that meant trouble.  One thing was for sure, the Cole Twins could handle the force of Clark’s ejaculate but his shorts were definitely now ruined

‘Wait, who is this Caretaker asshole supposed to be?  Maybe their steroids pusher?  Ok, no one is calling their steroid pusher Caretaker.’ Clark’s mind was racing.

Flying up and out of the trees and into the morning sun, Clark let his body bathe in the rays for a good little while.  He was trying to focus his mind and come up with a plan. 

‘It wouldn’t be so hard to focus if I didn’t ache so much.  C’mon sun, do your work…Focus!  Who is this Caretaker… why would he/she/it want to make these guys into some sort of super bodybuilders?’  Clark wondered about the strength of these two now.  Being able to mash that cold iron into a soft, play-dough-like consistency would require some heat generation, otherwise the iron would snap on its own.

That whole sight was so distracting.  He remembered his hole being used, just like that iron fleshlight.  The comparison was not lost on the so called ‘man of steel.’  Whatever they’re up to, it seemed they were being very deliberate, which meant he must be too.  He would hate to see the end of the transformation Butch was referring to.  Who knows how long the process lasts but whatever it is, it’s obviously happening faster for them.  But what they’re dealing with would have to be handled with a little more guile than Superman was used to.

‘I need to get to the bottom of this tonight somehow.’  Clark floated even higher, looking to recharge as long as possible. If only he could make his semi-gaping hole stop burning. 

After dark, Clark landed a block away from his apartment and went inside. 

Had he hesitated long enough in using all the power and technology at his disposal?  He had a Kryptonian Library stowed away right there in his footlocker.  But did this situation warrant opening up that can of worms?  Things didn’t need to go from whatever it was, to worse (was getting fucked by two massive sex gods bad?).  Ok, maybe Clark liked to get manhandled and it was certainly a fantasy of his, but it definitely made Superman nervous to be overmatched so easily.

The Library was in the traditional Krypton format, simply shaped, clear colored crystal geodes.  To anyone else they were like harmless crystals that, to be honest, looked a little cheap.  But in a Kryptonian’s hand, it would come to life, giving the holder access to the thousands of years of knowledge and wisdom of his lost people.  It was so much so that even with his mental acuity, he would need time to recover.  The crystals were interactive and had an empathic nature.  To use one would expose the crystal to your thoughts and feelings as well.  When he used the crystal the first and only time, a feeling of such loss and emptiness flooded his mind for days afterwards.  Feelings of loss he’d never otherwise experience as a son mourning his dead Kryptonian parents.  He wasn’t afraid to experience it, he just didn’t feel like he had days to recover from researching and interacting with ancient Krypton.  He could easily get lost in there.

He opted for a shower, with the hot water running over his head and chest, down his hairy abs, washing across and down from the base to the tip of his cock, over his hairy legs.  He was relaxed; Clark realized he was no longer hurting.  Smiling he thought, ‘a little sunshine will always do ya!’

“Fuck me, I am a boy scout.” He said to no one, getting back to washing.  He needed to pick up the pace, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the twin mountains of muscle who obviously had more than dubious intentions.  He seemed to be in such a vulnerable position the previous night, whether or not it was obvious to the Cole bothers they could have definitely taken advantage of the situation in his weakened state… if they knew he was Superman.  Shit they could have even if Clark was ‘Regularman.’ 

It was hard to admit he enjoyed a lot of it.  Since Clark’s power level seemed to be recharged, the fascination with the Cole brothers mystery evoked nothing but a strange curiosity, even though it should be scaring the shit out of him.  Losing control of his powers?  Being at the mercy of what could have been an otherwise life threatening situation?  The reality was that it was like a dream come to life, notwithstanding the internal organ-rearranging… well ok, that wasn’t too bad.  Once he realized he could let loose of his inhibitions… ”Well they were smacked out of my head by Butch’s…” beast?  Cheesy.  “Butch’s Monster.”  Closer. 

“Mr. Monstercock and his brother Mr. Monstercock.  Make sure to call them ‘sir’”.  Fuck he was giddy, acting like it was open mic night, “Clark’s Livingroom, everyone!” and started clapping.

No, seriously, he thought, what would Superman do if he didn’t have to treat the world around him like it was made of tissue paper?  If he could cut loose and experience all the pleasure and sensations that his heightened senses assaulted him with daily. 

‘Never, ever going to look at a bodybuilder the same way again,’ he smiled at the thought.

 “Calm the fuck down. You’re going to figure out what’s going on,“ he said into a mirror as he passed back into the bedroom.  Nope, that guy didn’t look like he was buying it either.

It was after midnight and he slid on a pair of jesus-why-are-they-so-tight khakis and a plaid button down shirt.  He got his gym bag ready.  He put an “oh shit” button in his bag.  ‘Never-ever want to use that,’ slung it over a shoulder and left the apartment.  When he was able to step away from any onlookers, he took to the sky again and flew back to his parked car that he left from before dawn’s stake out.

“No time like the present,” and drove back to the gym.

When he pulled up, there was one car in the lot and the place looked empty.  ‘Good.’ No need for any bystanders to worry about if there’s any trouble.  He recognized what-was-her-name, (Deena?) managing the front counter.

“Pretty slow tonight,”

She looked up at him and yawned, “yes. Are you lifting by yourself?  I’m not your spotter, just so you know.”  She looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here.

“I think a couple of buddies are going to join me but we’re good guys,” he said with a grin.

He turned and walked across the empty floor and into the Locker room to change.  He took a little bit of time and used his x-ray vision to scan the area.  As he turned to the entrance, he saw Butch and Dave walk in, their car parked next to his in the lot.  His super hearing picked up friendly banter.  Deena was giggling like a school girl, man these guys could charm the pants off a Priest!  She came around the front and kissed them both on a cheek, not hesitating to cop a feel when she put a hand on Dave’s chest. 

“Thank you guys so much, I’m trusting you to take care of this place.” She said as she handed a set of keys to Butch.

“Lock up at 3am, got it.  You gotta come out with us one night, Dee, pay us back, you know, favor for favor.”  Butch stretched his arm and scratched his veiny bicep while he was talking to her.

A couple more hair tosses and laughs and she thanked them for taking over for one night. “No clue why they keep paying me to mind an empty building.  A guy JUST got here but he said two of his buddies are coming in late to train… wait, YOU’RE that guy’s buddies?  Promise me you won’t let him handle anything too heavy, I am NOT responsible for that dude getting in over his head.”

“We’re like the gym police, nobody’s getting’ hurt on our watch.  You don’t worry about a thing, ole Butch and Dave have it covered.”  And with that turned her towards the door and gave her butt a friendly swat of dismissal.

She giggled, blushed and walked out the door with a couple of looks back at the men inside.

When she was out of sight, Butch had a ‘Closed for Maintenance’ sign he pulled from behind the desk and handed it to Dave.  Sticking it on the entrance door, he turned the lock.  They picked up their gym bags, headed over to the fly machine and started getting ready for their work out.

The student gym was now empty except Superman and Cole Twins.

When Clark stepped out in fresh new gym clothes from the locker room, Dave called out, “Clark buddy! Deena said you got here early!” and held up a meaty arm in greeting.

Clark was more on guard this evening but when he saw what the brothers were wearing, he smiled.

 

Damn this is hot 

[DawnFire98]

I love this story! Two really buff and ripped guys dominating our lovely boy scout hero. 
Also, I find it awesome, how you mix in some descriptions of their thumping hearts. Would love to see more of that (just a suggestion: maybe he could scan them through after a hard workout or flexing session and he sees their racing hearts.)
Keep writing!

[gsobrave]

2 minutes ago, DawnFire98 said:

I love this story! Two really buff and ripped guys dominating our lovely boy scout hero. 
Also, I find it awesome, how you mix in some descriptions of their thumping hearts. Would love to see more of that (just a suggestion: maybe he could scan them through after a hard workout or flexing session and he sees their racing hearts.)
Keep writing!

Thanks DF, Boardman, and everyone else!  There's definitely a plan for everything.  Can't wait to see what you guys think!

Here's a few more photos (see previous disclaimer about trying to give credit)

I think someone just posted this to another thread but holy crap this guy loves to make his veins burst out https://www.instagram.com/pedrovalenca6/

Not sure who these next two are... 

I can't remember who posted this next one but it may have been in the "Extreme Conditioning" thread?  

Is this a mid point on the transition from Superboy to Superman...  But this is the shape that i'm imagining my Clark is in.

I definitely have been looking for more pics that help with me visualizing the action...

Thanks for tuning in!

Part 3 before the end of the weekend (maybe sooner)

 

 

[Ro20316]

They are not being subtle and i hope Clarke realizes they done something.

I like how u keep us wondering what they did to Clark and how will affect him and them. i hust want to keep reading

[Built22]

Loving this 

So hot

[logrus]

could this adventure makes Clark grow in his future Superman persona ?

[gsobrave]

26 minutes ago, logrus said:

could this adventure makes Clark grow in his future Superman persona ?

My hope is that it fits between his High School time and taking some liberties with how long before he ends up in Metropolis and what happens in between then.  He would have already met the Legion of Superheroes from the future but we'll have to see who shows up in the coming chapters.  I am not sure of what current cannon is regarding present day comic superman, so I apologize if I bump up on that =D.  I just think of it as 'Elseworlds' Superman if it deviates a little.

I'm working on Part 3 and hope to have it out by tomorrow.   It's funny, I spent some time last night coming up with the cannon surrounding the story, That stuff may end up being Part 4.  I had to corral myself back to part 3, so there could be a part 4.  I feel like my brain is giving birth to a full born throbbing erection, it's weird!   The bad part is, I'm afraid at any time it might go down, LOL. must.have.inspiration.

[gsobrave]

Thanks to everyone who showed so much encouragement.  I've been super obsessed, as I said with writing this.  I've been afraid that it'll all slip away if I don't get it all out there.  There's definitely a Part 4 coming soon.  

Part 3

“Hey man, just so’s you know, I pulled my little trick and put the ‘Closed’ Sign on the door.  Figured after last night, you might be cool with it?”  Dave was walking towards him arms open like he was coming in for a hug.

“Yeah, sometimes we arrange it with Deena so we can get the place to ourselves.  I dunno why she doesn’t just quit.”  Butch remarked from behind the wall of muscle approaching him.

Clark stopped and stiffened up as Dave enveloped him in his arms, kissing him on the mouth.

“Damn bro, you are solid today!  Are you even flexing?” Clark hugged him back, his power level seeming to be back to normal, he had to be careful not to hug Dave too hard.

Clark pointed to their Superman symbol on their shirts, “Hey that guy’s getting real popular!”  Butch and Dave grinned and nodded.

Dave lifted up Clark’s shirt and rubbed his hard abs, “daaaamn.”

They turned to walk back towards Butch who punched Dave on the shoulder, “toldja we didn’t scare him off Dave,” grinning.

“Yeah but you said he’d be walking funny…”  Dave couldn't finish before he busted out laughing, and Butch joined him.

“Assholes.”  Jesus, these guys could make him blush.  “I have always been able to bounce back pretty quick.”

“Look, you just work out with us, then if you we're too much for ya…” Dave started.

“No, jeez you guys are pussycats,” winking at Butch. 

The brothers doubled over into laughter. Holding a hand on the side of the bench, Butch was trying to catch his breath.  The brother’s laugh was so deep and genuine Clark started laughing himself.

“Assholes,” he said again, grinning.

Butch had loaded up 225 lbs on the bench press and motioned for Dave to start.  “Warm up time," he grinned.

Dave pulled his shirt off then swinging his arms out to stretch them, Butch came up behind him and grabbed his outstretched arms, pulling them back as far as they would go.  “Are guys this big supposed to be so limber?” Clark wondered, he’d always seen guys this muscular unable to put their arms down under their overly large lats but not them.

Dave lay back and busted out 15 reps in perfect control.  Butch stepped up, taking his own shirt off, with Dave grabbing Butch’s outstretched arms pulling back.  Clark had come around the bench and was facing Butch.  When Butch brought his arms back around he flexed his pecs and they exploded into a map of veins.  'All that and he hasn’t even lifted yet.'  He shook his head.

“Don’t worry, I won’t wear myself out, “ Butch grinned.  Hey lay back and pumped out 15 perfect reps.  Racking them back up and sitting up, Clark shook his head.  “You outta see these bad boys after we lift some actual weight!”

Clark had flashes of them folding the iron plate, mashing it with ease into a sex device that no one else on the planet could use (except him).  He could feel a rush to his groin and struggled to keep from starting to fill out his shorts.

“Your turn buddy.  This is a warm up weight for us, we can knock it back down for ya.”, Dave wrapped a meaty hand around Clark’s shoulder.

“No, I got this,” lay back and busted out 15 perfect reps of his own.  When he sat up, the brothers clapped him on his solid back and grinned huge.

“Atta boy!”  Clark noticed that, unlike last night, when they put their hands on him, his flesh didn’t give way, when they clapped him on his back, he remained unmoved.

Dave and Butch exchanged glances when Clark turned his head.  Dave mouthed the words, ‘holy shit.’

“Now here comes a heavy one for ya,” loading the bar up to 340lbs.  Dave sat down and busted out 15 reps, then pausing, did about 8 quick reps before putting it back on the rack.  Butch did the same... and now it was time for Clark to lay back. 

“I think that might be too much for you, pal, what’s your personal best on here,” thumbing at the bench.

“Y’know, I never thought to try it, too shy to ask for a spotter.  I guess my mind was always focused in here and kinda on autopilot,” he motioned to gym around them.  Then thought, ‘focused on making it look like I was working out.’

“Well you’re in good hands tonight, why don’t we find out what you can do?” Dave said. 

Butch had moved behind the bench, patting the bar, “Butch is yer spotter, ain’t nothin’ happening to ya,” with that and scratched his bulge putting the other hand on the bar.

Laying back, Clark put his hands up in a wide grip, preparing to act like the bar was heavy.  He looked up.  Butch was leaning forward a little, hands by his side.  The sight was massive.  Clark paused a second...

“Hey!  Time for that later, lift time now!” Butch grunted as if he were a gorilla.

Clark pulled up the bar and appeared to struggle with a good 15 reps.  Dave whooped, “yeah! I knew you were a strong sumbitch!” and clapped his unmoveable shoulder again.

They rotated through again, with Clark ‘appearing’ to struggle a little more with 340lb bar a second time.  The twins loaded up a second bench, not wanting to change weights around so much, they were “lifting heavy and didn’t want to slow down.”  The weight they put on there was 425lbs! 

Clark shook his head.  They performed 2 more sets at 425 (quite easily), then loaded up a couple more plates.  His eyes must have gotten big.  445lbs!  Jesus, these guys weren’t scared to show him what they could do, they weren’t trying to hide it.  He wasn’t sure what he would have done if his powers weren’t reliable tonight.  These guys were seriously out of the league of normal human development!  Putting up 2 full sets, with full control of the bar, each brother ‘spotted’ the other in between ‘spotting’ Clark but he noticed it didn’t look like they needed their spots.  He could tell they were holding back.

“Guys, what’s your personal best?” Clark asked.

“On bench? 485,” Dave replied. 

Butch smirked, “495.  It’s nurture over nature on this one!” and flexed.

Dave grinned, “Clark said it a few minutes ago, we ARE assholes.”  Butch guffawed, breaking his pose.

“Let’s do this bro!” Loading up 495 this time, “Butch won’t let you fail.”

Dave heaved the bar off the rack and slowly lowered it with control and then two, then three, then four, all the way up to 15.  Butch never had to touch the bar.

“Yeeeeeahhhh,” Dave bellowed.  Standing up, he flexed at Butch, “this what you tryin’ to do?”

“Fuck, you guys sure that you’re not some kind of lab experiment?  Jesus, what are you taking?” Clark asked, hoping they’d take the bait.

Butch winked that cocky wink as he sat on the bench, “just good ole fresh air and sunshine,” and grinned again.  Laying down on the bench, he did 15 perfect reps, just like Dave.  Sitting up, he had a seriously look that changed to playful when he turned to Clark, “want to try some big boy weight?”

‘Nothing more I’d rather do that show them what I can do,’ Clark thought to himself, as he smiled and waved off the brothers.

“Deena told you guys to take it easy on me, I don’t wanna get her in trouble.”

“We don’t want that, fer sure!” Butch said. 

The guys chests were just exploding after one more heavy set.  Clark finished his ‘maxed’ out weight.  Butch only had to spot him one time at the end (yeeahh, Clark just wanted to look up at the absolute sight of him)

“Time for some flys, one of my faves,” Dave grinned.  “Take you shirt off bro, no need to be modest.  You are jacked,” lifting Clarks shirt over his head and rubbing his hairy chest of immobile steel.  “Looking swole buddy!”

Pulling the cables seemed so easy for them, they ended up moving up the weight every other set until they had pulled the whole stack.  Then, finally, adding some weight on top of the stack.  Clark would keep re-adjusting the weight down-to-a-more-believable-level when he was up.  He had to say, he was having fun.  The guys were joking about stupid stuff, bantering about, having flex offs to see which twin was more less perfect than the other.  They were cool.  ‘Which sucks for me,' he thought.  He never had cool friends in high school.  ‘I mean, well the Legion was cool.  I think.  I know that blond girl did something to my head.  I do remember Mon El… woof, I DO remember him.  I’d be more mad if they weren’t from a possible future and didn’t want to interrupt the timelines by… doing what again?’  Clark looked over and brothers had hit a pose, facing each other… their back arm was flexing a hard bicep… the front arm was pointing towards Clark

“Your turn, bud!”  Dave said, shaking the heavy chain around his thick neck to wake Clark from his reverie.  “We’re gonna do dips, wanna sit on Butch’s shoulders to give him a little more weight?  These chains are a little light,” and grinned.  Clark waved him off with a grin.  Seeing Dave…what was he thinking about again?  ‘Jeez they’re distracting as fuck,’ he thought as he stared at perfection.

In between sets, instead of resting, they would stretch and hit more poses.  Shit, were they distracting him? 

Because he sure felt fucking distracted. 

Clark decided to do something he had been reluctant to do:  focus his x-ray vision.  It was yet another way he could harm people if he wasn’t precise with controlling his powers.  He was afraid he would be exposing his targets to radiation that might be more harmful when he looked intensely at his target.  In a similar fashion to how his heat vision worked, except the heat vision was an expression of pure heat and plasma from the solar energy that fuels his cells.  He wasn't honestly sure how his x-ray vision worked but every one of his powers could be deadly, why not that too?

Focusing in more…shit how much was he dosing them?… it still looked like the heat they were generating was interfering with his vision. 

Using his other senses, he heard the same slow, steady heartbeat that was the same strong even beats since he began to notice them.  It was like their heart rates weren’t tied to any type of heat output generated by their bodies, or exertion that they would be performing at any time.  It was not the exact same but playing high school football, he could always tell which guys on the other team that he needed to watch out for:  their heartbeats were slower and more efficient when they were at rest, sitting on the sidelines. 

'The super sniffer,' his mom called him.  She always said he knew when she was making apple pie, even before he realized he was different.  The guys weren’t even sweating, the slight sheen on their bodies was actually like a kind of subtly sweet smelling oil, kind of musky.  Was that the aroma that influenced my libido last night?  Clark needed to stop acting like this was a date and figure out what was going on.

After their “fly warmups on the cable machine”, they moved over to incline benches and went through a series of incline presses and flys, finally moving over to the decline benches and doing the same types of sets.  They hit every part of their massive chests.  Heavy, sometimes unbelieveable weight for a human.

They settled in to the routines, making small talk and traded compliments among each other, and encouraging words or sometimes shouting, grunting.  But all three focused on their forms and were in the moment of whatever exercise they were doing.  They would occasionally turn to pose and grin at each other and Clark, before slapping a shoulder to move things along.

Dave and Butch had slowly sped up the paces of their lift around the time they were switching from the incline sets to the decline, without Clark noticing.  With a bit of a wide-eyed-look between them, the brothers realized they could once again hear Clark’s heartbeat, just like this morning.  

‘The poor guy’s heart WAS beating a little too fast this morning,’ a smirk passed over Butch’s face at the thought of making the Iron Fleshlight and making Clark shoot his load across the treeline.  It fucking went everywhere.  It took them an hour to collect what they could after he left.  Butch was more perturbed they had to wait so long to be able to get it, and got so little of it.  Although any more unexpected of that type of collection at this point was a bonus.  They really turned him on.  ‘BUTCH really turned him on,’ he reeeeally needed to stop smirking or Clark would get suspicious and things would start moving in a sideways direction.

Was Clark starting to figure out they were distracting him..so was it that? 

Or was it the show they were putting on for him that was making it go pitter pat?   'Or Both,' Butch thought, smiling.

Dave's mind was more on the overall big picture, ‘fuck.  I bet we’re now paying for what happened last night, exposing him to too much of the virus at one time.  That was a lot of body contact and fluid… and semen… and airborne exhalation…we should have known better.' Dave saw Clark catch the big man furrowing his brow.  His serious-face melted away into an ain’t-we-stinkers-face.  ‘We just need to figure out if he’s recovered enough and if tonight is a bad idea.’

Dave KNEW when they first pulled into the gym parking lot and fucking Butch started pulling at his dick that his brother needed to take this shit more seriously.

**********

Dave pulled out of their driveway and headed to the gym to meet Clark.  Dave was going to have to have ‘the conversation’ *again* with Butch.  Now.  While the big guy was at his mercy sitting in the passenger seat of Dave’s F-150… No time better than right before the gym.  They needed to be on the same page about the plan, and about how tonight should go down.  ‘Fuck.  He’s right I am the bossy one,’ Dave clenched his jaw a couple of times before he started speaking.

“Caretaker says we’re emitting enough heat that he can’t really see inside us.  We just have to be careful about figuring out our strength.  When we get there, it may start to happen all over again.  Caretaker said by now he shouldn’t suffer any serious effects IF he rests.”  Only Caretaker’s plan mattered.  If it failed it would be because they failed.  There would be no coming back. 

“Ok, he can definitely pick out our heartbeats from everyone else’s, that has to be how he honed in on the house this morning,” Dave started.  “Did you notice his curiosity about all this hasn’t really made him scared of us?  I’m sure he doesn’t believe in coincidences…especially if it just so happens that the day he feels weak, we show up and just rag doll his ass.” He raised his eyebrows and frowned. 

“I was kind of hoping HIS fast heartbeat we heard this morning was from the show.”  Butch flexed an ungodly bicep.

“He definitely felt MY heart beat go <thump! thump! thump!> last night,” Butch flexed his arm making it explode and receded with each thump.  “That ass can’t be AS tight tonight sure-lee, we had to have stretched him out quite a bit.  You saw that gape in the shower, bro,”  Butch snickered. “Five bucks says he’s walking funny. Or Flyin’ funny!”  Butch had a funny, deep, laugh, when he tickled himself.  Dave usually thought it was endearing… but not right now.

“You better hope not,” as Dave said checking the time, it was just before midnight.  He really didn’t want to beat Clark there.  Entrances.  “Look, we can’t go and jeopardize Caretaker’s plan, all she’s worked for.  She is counting on us, she could have just let us remain in that state forever.  You know what she is trying to do and we could show her a lot more gratitude for indulging us.”

Butch grumbled, “I know WE BOTH decided to delay the process with the Caretaker’s permission, that ended up setting it back a couple of years.  But that gave her more time to collect data and refine the plan, right?  And I appreciate why the exposures should prolly be stretched out over a longer time frame now that it’s started.”  He flexed a bicep and stared at it admiringly, “I was hoping to get a little bigger… but you’re right, the alternative at this point is no bueno.”

Butch had a pained look on his face as he kept talking, but it quickly turned into a grin as he consoled himself that he fucked Superman, “Oooooo man, that ass was just another level!  I thought we had actually really hurt him at first but when he tightened…everything,” his whole upper body tensed up just remembering that feeling, ”Every inch inside tightened around my cock… that’s when I really let loose.  I saw you over there enjoying yourself too, brother-man.”

“He’s fuckin’ Superman!” Dave’s face got real serious, ”when I first grabbed him and he winced, I was real surprised.  If he does figure out what we’re doing before it’s worked he could rip us apart!  In the steam room he clearly thought he was going to blow his load through my skull…y’know…just like how we worry about hurting regular folks, just like that except he will-literally-kill-them,” Dave made a chopping gesture to each of his last four words. 

Dave tapped the steering wheel with his right hand, then waved it at Butch, “oh yeah and thanks for grabbing his other arm by the way, perfect timing, you knew exactly what he was panicking about, but he didn’t know that he couldn’t really hurt us at that point in his immediate exposure.  It was pretty touching when that look of panic crossed his face, replaced by orgasmic relief...that may have been his first time -I mean his REAL first time- with anyone.  Dude was NOT expecting to be manhandled, that I DO know.  But I did not expect that we’d be even close to doing that.  His concern about hurting me was actually kinda nice.  Man, he really IS the real deal.”  Dave turned into the gym parking lot and recognized Clark’s car. 

“Look, I don’t want to take the chance that we could really hurt him before things are done.  Plus if we over-expose him…look, it’s why we’ve been at the gym working out when he was there for the past couple of weeks.  So he’d be exposed, a little at a time.  Last night I’d say he got a pretty huge dose, obviously WE did, too.  But this is important.  Like I said, don’t fuck up the Caretaker’s plan.  Don’t lose control.”

“If I do what you say will you shut the fuck up?  Born 3 nanoseconds before me and, what, you’re the boss?” Butch lowered his voice, “Ok, ok, we’re here, he could be listening, so let’s be cool.  I know the deal… but god damn.  I just wanna… aww neverfuckingmind.” Butch put a hand on his apparent semi, adjusting it, before he got out. With a low “mmmmmmmm” he smiled and they headed inside to work out with Superman.

*************

Clark was starting to get concerned.  It seemed like the later it got, the more quiet the guys got.  Were they actually pushing their reps a little faster?  Being a little faster with their downtime? 

“I’ll say this, you guys are workhorses, but you look like you’re getting bored.” Clark decided to literally poke the bears.

Dave and Butch looked at each other and Butch said, “I think he wants to armwrestle” and looked back encouragingly at Clark.

Butch guided him by his arm, pulling him over to a bench and squatted on his knees on one side, pointing for Clark to sit.   His arm slammed on the bench, a little too hard, “c’mon buddy, Dave gets winner,” and put his hand up so Clark could grasp it.

Clark knelt and grasped Butch’s large hand, feeling it give way a little bit when he squeezed.  He was going to put cards on the table and win the match.  It was time, no pussyfooting.  Superman needed to find out what was going on.

Dave came over and put two meaty paws on their hands, counting down four, three, two, one, go!

Clark started to apply some pressure slowly to make it seem like a struggle, for Butch.  Slowly forcing Butch’s arm down.  Every vein stood up on that arm when Butch started applying some pressure himself. Clark blew out some air and leaned his head down, acting like he was trying to find leverage.  Wait, owww, he needed leverage, Butch’s hand was squeezing his hand a little too hard and Butch's arm was slowling it's descent.

There was so much pressure coming from Butch’s entire arm that Clark, I mean Superman, was only able to push Butch’s cannon down about halfway.  Then it stopped moving.  It wouldn’t budge.  As he raised his head back up he caught Butch out of the corner of his eye and turned to see him smiling. 

“That’s some kinda effort kid, it’s cute,” pulling Clark’s arm all the way back over, slamming it on the bench.  “But this arm is in another league,” standing he flexed that massive arm beside his head, the other on his hip, Butch was looking at the arm that beat Superman.  He figured things would go sideways, he didn’t realize it would feel AWESOME.  He looked down at Clark, “dude, you ain’t scared of NOTHIN’ are ya!” Butch was beaming from ear to ear. 

Hiking his shorts up, bunching them to his full crotch, he raised both biceps and flexed, keeping eye contact with Clark as he rose to his feet, with Clark keeping Butch’s cocky gaze the whole way up.

“You couldn’t have…did you really?...did you think you could beat this?”  Butch took his other hand and pointed to the huge boulder that had really fucking beat Superman.  He had this look of feigned sympathy as he teased Clark.  He dropped his arms, “dude, aww man, now you look sad.  I mean, from what you were lifting earlier, you couldn’t have really thought you had a chance?”  He reached out the arm that had put Superman’s to shame and put his hand on Clark’s shoulder.  He gave it a squeeze and smiled to Dave, “your turn bro.”  He released his grip on Clark and turned back to sit across from Dave, sparing Butch the sight of Clark wincing from the squeeze.  He rubbed his wrist and arm.  Shit, it was aching.  If he wanted to know what was going down, he was finding out. 

Clark stepped back and watched as Dave and Butch knelt and locked hands.  He could almost feel the heat generated by the pressure the two were exerting.  Finally, Butch slammed Dave’s hand and stood, raising both arms, pointing to the sky and slowly doing a 360’.  He hissed as if it was a roaring crowd, “Heee’s a Winnah!”  He stopped and looked back at Dave and Clark.  “Jesus guys, we’re just having a little fun…”

Clark was trying to figure them out, why keep up the game?  “I guess I spoke too soon about you guys being bored.”  Looking to buy some time he suggested, “I was hoping for you guys to at least give me a little posing advice.  Y'know, since we're done lifting"

Butch chuckled, “now that is something we can do for you. Try this one.”  He flexed his shoulders forward, joining his fists together in front of his torso, grinning.  Dave came over and stood beside his brother, imitating him down to the striations dancing across their chests.

He was trying not to feel like he was at their mercy.  But what if he tried to leave, they had seemed so jovial before armwrestling, would they force him to stay?  There was no question now that they could if the brothers could, if they wanted.

Clark hated to admit that he wanted to playing the game.  Keep ‘his bro-fest’ going just a little bit longer.  These guys were just so goddamn charming. 

“I’m not sure…am I’m doing this right?” Clark yanked his shorts and underwear down to his quads and posed.

Butch whistled and proceeded to leap over the incline bench and scoop Clark off his feet into a hug.  Planting his mouth over Clark’s he slowly kissed him, Butch let out a growl, wrapping both arms around his back and put him back on the ground.  “Don’t be scared, Dave and Butch ain’t mad, gonna be gentle, you are kinda broken in now.”  And began grinding his stiffening cock against Clark’s, pushing it into his stomach and pelvis as he rubbed and then locked hands behind Clark’s back.  Clark’s cock was being battered by what he could only describe as Butch’s fully erect monstercock.  Butch’s whole body was now throbbing that slow steady beat.  Clark realized he was throbbing too, being pushed by Butch's pulse.  Every time Butch’s heart throbbed it was almost rocking him back and forth, ever so slightly, as if he was an extension of that indomitable throbbing.

Dave came over behind Clark and pulled his shorts down to his feet, kneeled and grasped Clark’s ass in both hands.  Clark squeezed, testing Dave, but figuring the brothers were almost identical, he was pretty sure it was a test he would fail.  Overcoming the meek resistance from Clark, Dave pulled apart his cheeks, “Jesus, it’s the sweetest fucking rosebud,” and dove his tongue straight into his hole.  He pulled back, “oh baby you are so tight,” spit a couple of times into it, then dove his tongue back in, deep.

Butch had a good hold of him and Clark put his own arms around Butch’s neck, massaging the man’s traps.  Squeezing them, they were immovable.  Feeling Clark trying to squeeze, he flexed his traps, making them explode and push Clark’s fingers apart.  Clark could feel that slow steady pulse, from his hands, to his chest, his stomach, to his cock.  The monstercock was laying to the side of his now, extended and throbbing beside his own, pushing more into his stomach.

Dave stood and looked around at Butch, tapping his arm.  “Look, we can’t do this out here, I ain’t cleaning it up.  Besides, it’s kinda rude, this place is like a temple.  We gotta go into the shower or something, or back in the steam room.”

Butch stopped kissing Clark and nodded, leaning his head against Clark’s, said, “yeah, I gotcha.  Let's fly,” pulling Clark’s legs up and around his waist, he moved his cock underneath his ass, spreading the cheeks apart.  He put one arm under his ass, holding some of Superman’s weight. 

Clark was still holding onto the big man’s neck, trying to massage, or even dent…anything. 

Breathing out, Butch whispered in Clark’s ear, “still testing me, huh, kid?  Butch’ll pass all your lil’ tests, and then some.”  He kissed his cheeks and filled Clark’s mouth up again with his tongue, walking to the locker room.  Halfway there, Clark realized Butch was letting some of Clark’s weight rest on the throbbing steel pole between his legs.  His legs were spread out and folded around the waist, pressing his calves on Butch’s ass, every step, he could feel the muscles rolling back and forth as Butch walked, feeling every striation in Butch’s glutes dancing.

Dave was waiting for them in the showers, turning on a few heads to create some heat and some steam, to loosen Clark up a little maybe.  They had played their hand but Clark didn’t run.  Jesus, now he felt bad.  One of those ask-forgiveness-later things he guessed.  He thought, 'he did survive last night, after all.'

Butch came in the room carrying Clark, setting him on his own two trembling legs.  He didn’t know why or how but with one look exchanged between the twins, they knew that Clark, no Superman, wanted to get fucked.  Again.

Edited March 9, 2021 by gsobrave
Fixing some minor errors for clarity, grammar. Added a pic