Neil vs Superman

Disclaimer: I don't own Superman. I'm just borrowing him. I do own Neil though.

Note: Please don't distribute this story without my permission.

Extra Note: The Superman in this story is based on Post-Crisis Superman.

Metropolis.

Home to a very familar hero.

One who even now searched for a missing friend.

And that friend was Supergirl.

As the red and blue figure sped through the heavens, he was blissfully unaware that he was being

observed.

The figure smiled and aimed a a mysterious device at the Man of Steel. It was black and rodlike, with a red stud on top. He pressed the stud.

Suddenly, a portal appeared in front of the Man of Tomorrow. Before he could even stop or utter "Great Krypton!", he flew into it and he and the dimensional gateway vanished.

Neil disappeared as well.

The gateway reopened in a grassy plain in another world. Superman came hurtling out of the opening, and stopped, confused. He turned toward the dimensional gate but it was gone before he could react futher.

Where am I? Superman thought.

Suddenly, he was hit in the side with crushing force. The mighty Kryptonian fell sprawling to the ground.

Superman staggered to his feet, and turning, swung wildly, but his foe easily dodged his swinging limbs, and drilled him in his steel-like gut.

The blow stopped the Man of Steel dead. His invulnerable abs nearly collapsed. He doubled over, only to have the villian kick him in the same spot. He gagged breathlessly.

In desperation, he speared the other man in his somewhat plumb belly, sending them both to the unforgiving earth.

Superman flew backwards off the man, but his foe caught his costume and ripped it clean off, leaving him nude. His super cock and mountainous muscles were exposed.

Bouncing to his feet, the man grinned. He flexed his toned muscles, his hairy body moving gracefully.

"Who are yo-" Superman began but his question was cut off as the other man punched him in his injured hard gut. Neil's fist sank into the wrist this time. Superman groaned in torment.

Laughing evilly, Neil started pounding those Kryptonian abs. They weakened with every diabolical punch.

Standing back, he delivered a final vicious blow to those once invulnerable stomach muscles. They caved in instantaneously.

"ARRRRGGGHHH!!!" Superman screamed.

As the hurting muscleman pitched forward, Neil caught him by his head and snapmared him over. Superman hit the ground with a thud.

Wasting no time, Neil situated himself behind the stunned Man of Tomorrow and wrapped his legs around Kal-el's battered waist and his arms around that noble head in a sleeper hold.

The mighty Kryptonian struggled in vain against the impossibly strong arms and legs of his opponent. It would seem to the casual observer that Superman should easily break Neil's grip, given his ripped body and huge muscles, but the opposite was true. Neil's less impressive physique easily kept his foe's gigantic body restrained.

He wriggled and shifted, but he couldn't break free from Neil's anaconda. Those arms tightened around his head, cutting off the blood flow to his brain. Neil's legs constricted steadily, crushing Kal's eight-pack abs and ridged waist.

Neil smiled to himself and groaned in pleasure as he felt Superman's muscles working against him in vain.. That hard Kryptonian ass was moving against his gigantic cock, which stiffened with every movement of that incredible rear against it.

While he continued tormenting his musclebound foe, Neil started moving his cock against Superman's ass, intensifying his pleasure immeasurably.

Neil kept rubbing his cock back and forth while his godlike foe unwillingly caressed him with those steel-like buttocks. He groaned, lost in a haze of ecstasy.

The Man of Steel was in too much pain to notice. He felt his Kryptonian strength being drained by Neil's dominant limbs. His Herculean arms pushed and pulled in vain at Neil's overpowering extremities. Spots clouded his vision as he began to drift into unconciousness.

Soon, it became too much. Superman's massive incredibly Greek god-like body's struggles slowed and then ceased, laying limp in his conqueror's grip.

Smiling in sadistic pleasure, Neil rolled the helpless man on his side, keeping his anaconda applied, and still moving his ever hardening cock against the prodigious glutes and back muscles of the vanquished muscled stud. He grinded and grinded until he shot his load all over Superman's back.

Releasing his anaconda, he scissored the tree-like legs of his foe, and put one arm around that god-like waist, and using the other to grab Superman's gigantic shaft. Neil began stroking the Kryptonian's half-erect cock. As he did so, he thrust his already hardening dick up Superman's ass and started assfucking him, his balls slapping against the hard glutes.

Superman snapped awake, shocked and aroused at the sensations he was feeling. Opening his mouth to cry out, a low moan of pleasure erupted from his lungs instead.

"Got a nice cock there, SuperStud. Great ass too. Feels real good." Neil whispered in the defeated superhero's ear.

Looking down, he saw Neil's hand fisting him. The sight almost made him cum right there. Groaning with every thrust that Neil made into him, he reached behind him and fondled Neil's ass, while at the same time stroking Neil's arm that was fisting him so good.

They continued this until the two of them orgasmed so hard the ground literally shook.

Detaching himself from the nearly spent Superman, he bent down and raised Superman to his knees in front of his cock.

Opening the other man's mouth, he rammed his cock inside. Superman's eyes went wide and he coughed and sputtered. Gleefully, Neil fucked his face, withdrawing his cock mostly out and slamming back in.One hand held Superman's handsome head, while the other stroked his dark, soft, hair, then dropped and careesed his mountainous shoulder.

Superman was helpless. He nearly gagged on that huge organ that was invading his mouth. But even so he started sucking on it, as it slid in and out.

Feeling his penis being deep-throated by Superman was just too much. The resulting wave of cum flowed down Superman's throat and spilled out his mouth.

Taking his cock out of Superman's mouth, he picked him off the ground completely, locking him in a spine-snapping bearhug.

Superman struggled, but in vain. His massive arms fell uselessly to his sides. Those incredibly muscled legs dangled uselessly, his feet having left the ground.

Neil mashed Superman's ripped body against him, relishing the feel of the muscle god's body against his own. His cock slipped between the other man's legs, and he slowly moved in and out.

Superman felt his strength draining rapidly, sapped by Neil's arms. His massive middle cramped uncontrollably, Neil's arms cutting through the protective muscles, Eight-pack, corded, abs were crushed to paste by Neil's somewhat plumb belly, arms rolling up and down and wrenching that amazingly muscled back, pumping him dry.

Ultimately, the great champion of justice could take no more. He went limp, his head lolling on Neil's shoulder.

But Neil wasn't finished. He kept on grinding and wrenching until he had squeezed him completely dry, like a sponge, and thrust in and out until he sprayed the landscape with male semen.

Releasing his hug, he draped Superman over his shoulder and flew off. Superman would get to see Supergirl after all...

The End