JLS - Part 1

The plastic tube that was held firmly against his nostrils carried a mixture of hypno gas and a testosterone aerosol into his lungs. Every breath made him a bit dizzy, a little sleepy, and increasingly sensitive to the gentle pressure of the lycra he wore. Beads of sweat appeared upon his brow and his red briefs stretched against the swelling beneath.

An oddly shaped rock on a table nearby emitted a dim green glow that reached into the fibers of every muscle and sapped his energy with fine needle points of pain. The slightest effort made the agony increase and he hung limp against his restraints unable to move. Effects of the gas, however, caused any movement of his body within his costume to heighten his desire to cum. His need to release grew ever more urgent and added to his torture.

His head hung down over his chest and in his clouded vision he saw his lean and muscular young legs dangling a mere ten inches from the floor below. The blue tights that covered them and the red lycra boots upon his feet shimmered in the eerie green light from the rock nearby. Fresh hormones from the gas penetrated his blood and made it boil as he fought the impluse to thrust with weakening resolve. He tried one last time to escape his bondage.

"Only a few inches to the floor", he thought. "If I can just reach it I might be able to get out of this." He stretched his legs downward, blue lycra rubbing against his skin, and pointed his perfect toes within the clinging red lycra boots. Every square inch of his tight costume pulled and stretched against his skin and he knew blissful desire as he also knew the stabbing pain of the unearthly radiation that tore away at his endurance and will to resist.

The pain won, he tossed his head back with an effort, and relaxed with a groan. The pretty face which once graced the cover of every national magazine was now wrinkled in the madness and mixture of pain and pleasure. As he moved, he felt his boots and tights caress his ankles, knees and thighs. Padded wrist locks held his arms up and his blue leotard massaged his arms, pecs and abs. A small spot of moisture appeared slowly near the tip of the bulge in his tight red briefs.

A small fan on a long plastic stand directed a gentle breeze in his direction and provided his only refreshment. His long red cape with its brave logo emboidered in yellow fluttered slightly and tapped against his buttocks. Pressure as gentle as this was sufficient to add to the sexual stimulation that was filling the mind and psyche of the Boy of Steel. It was sufficient to revive him one last time. He fought to straighten his head, looked to the side, and spoke to the figure standing there. "Why?", was all he could say.