No, That's A Slave!

What do you mean Pride month is done! No way, we still have one of the most iconic queer heroes in comic books: Superman!

He should have listened to Batman when the caped crusader said not to mess around (and be too clingy) with the pink-haired underground activist. Whether it's hormonal spikes or because he simply didn’t have the strong principles like his father, Jon Kent would soon find himself dominated!

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Show your pride!

Jay Nakamura was at it again. Even on the day Pride Parade is in town, the pink-haired youngster with glasses was in his lair. With the headphone in place, he spoke for the truth. He was The Truth. “This is what’s been from you today. This is what we uncovered. You’re listening to The Truth.”

He talked about a recent war in South America where the United States used a superhuman task force to try to overturn a recent democratic election. The political act was against everything he believed in. His voice rose as he went to describe the works of his former tormenter, Bendix. “He even put his hands in these programs! He kidnapped children and used them in his twisted experiments to be supersoldiers. The whole Geneva Convention and all other charters are broken in that one barbaric act!”

Fiery in his broadcast as an activist, Jay wasn’t aware of the danger he brought himself to. His cryptographic defense and additional firewalls were useful in stopping any government interference. Moreover, they were useful in preventing the government from finding him. But the serpentine heads of the US political cabal had their tricks and Jay would find it out today.

How could you prevent an attack from the mind? The signal was broadcasted all over the internet. Like a virus, it spread randomly until finding the target. Once locked in, it reported to its creators to lock the coordinates in. All that Jay experienced when the computer virus went into his computer and then his headphone was a slight tingling jolt, but it was enough.

He was careful not to do a live broadcast. He even dropped the persona of Gossamer for a while until things cooled down a bit. But those precautions weren’t enough. Jay Nakamura gasped as something very wrong happened to him.

He could see his face. The bald man that once ruined his life. Henry Bendix was about to ruin it all over again.

Jay’s world crumbled around him. He was back at the lab where the metahuman experimentation was done on him. The pain returned. The abnormality of his twisted Gamorra physique agonized the young activist. But the president got something more to give him. He gave something that made Jay scream on top of his lungs.

“You think you can escape the business model, Boy? You’re a product to save the world from all threats, both within and without. I know about your little lover. The new Superman. You’re going to help me bend his soul to be our commodity!”

Jay was barely able to speak anything. His headphones electrocuted the poor youngster. Some of his pink hair flipped up by the static electricity. His tongue jutted out to lick the cool air of the damp secret hideout air.

The headphone was cordless so Jay couldn’t escape the signal even as he pulled himself away from the computer. His hands desperately tried to reach for the corrupted earpiece, but his senses got scrambled up. He ended up thrashing and arching on the cold floor. He designed the bunker to be protected from Jon Kent’s all-seeing eye. He regretted it. Not even his scream could escape the sarcophagus.

Jay couldn’t stand it. He began to rip away his clothes from his jacket and trousers all the way to his underwear and beyond. His hands moved on their own to grip the erect baton. The signal has boosted his lewd inner self. “There you go. Imagine you’re being with Superman. Imagine you’re alone with him on this rainbow day. You’re going to seduce him.”

Jay still had a fighting spirit left in his broken mind. “No, this is… This is wrong! This is not love!’

“Love is just a chemical reaction and hormonal spike. Lust and love are two sides of the same coin. Your coin that you have in your crotch!”

“AAAIIIEEE!” squealed Jay Nakamura like a girl as he stroked his baton fervidly. Even if his mind could hold on, his body was now Bendix’s. The youngster saw stars and rainbows that wrapped around him before wrapping him in a suffocating colorful cocoon.

He tried to escape. He couldn’t. The mind prison was too powerful for his feeble mind. For him, Bendix has successfully covered him in a latex slave costume. Not even his face, toe, or hair were free from the confinement. He tried to claw his way out. He got nothing but his returning master’s amused laughter.

“I have to.. Fight… I have to fight for Jon!” Jay mustered his strength, what was left of it, and screeched as hard as he could. “SUPERMAN!”

The attempt made Bendix angry. Jay received a tonne more of electrocution pain all over his smothered body. “How dare you fight me! Obey me at once, Slave Boy!”

In his despair, he heard a familiar sound. It was the sound of the sound barrier breaking close. Jay gasped just before his lair ceiling collapsed.

“What?!” blurted Bendix in his mental signal. He also witnessed the Kryptonian’s arrival. “Boost the signal! We gotta-”

The moment young Superman’s eyes glowed, the signal died. Jay Nakamura was freed from his torture. With his watery eyes, he saw his lover approaching and ripping the cocoon apart.

Jay sobbed. The silhouette of Jon was divine intervention. “Jon, thank you so much for coming…”

Jon Kent placed a finger on his lips. “Sshh, it’s okay. I’m here now.”

The relieved Jay wasn’t even aware that Superman grabbed both sides of his head. When he realized what was happening, Jon’s baton was already gagging his mouth. “Hurgh!”

The young activist tried to fight, but what was a Gamorran could do against the most powerful being on Earth? Jon casually pit both of the pink-haired youngster’s arms under his armpit to stop his defiance. He made a grinding movement back and forth as his victim went completely helpless literally below his waist. “Don’t you love me, Jay? I want your absolute proof that you love me today.”

Jay was still busy attempting to escape. He was repulsed by the violation. His face went red and he cried. “Pleaseee…”

He was being ruined by his lover. He was being defiled by the person he could trust. Bendix was right. There was no good in this world. When Jon unloaded, Jay obediently gulped it in defeat. Gone was his spirit to find the truth. Enter his new self as a servant.

In the real world, Jay Nakamura wobbly kneeled alone on the floor of his lair. The ceiling was still intact. There was no Superman.

His mouth hung with drooling saliva. One of his hands rubbed his bending baton. The climax has passed him a while back. With it, his conscious mind.

When Jay looked up, his eyes were filled with a spiraling rainbow. “I am ready to please my lover,” he said like a drone.

“There he is,” said Jon Kent, the young Superman, as he spotted the figure on a building’s fire escape. To be fair, Jay’s bright hair was easily noticeable even for normal humans. He slowed his flight to a hover before the thinking youth. “Hey, what’s up?”

“It’s time,” replied Jay while smiling softly. The youngster unzipped his sling bag and took out the Kryptonian’s red cape. “Bendix’s gone.”

Doubt was in Jon’s mind. “We don’t know that yet.”

“It’s beyond mainstream news, Superman. His death is all over the next. He’s gone.”

Jon looked at his fabric. After sighing, he reached for it. “I guess so.”

But Jay suddenly retracted his hand. “Not so fast. Do you think you can just tell me to keep this and not give me anything? You owe me something, Superman.”

Jon snorted. He crossed his arms on the bulky chest while hovering. “And what do you want, Bae?”

Jay gave him a head gesture toward the crowd below. The pride march was already in play. Everyone had their rainbow flags. There was a sense of joy in the streets. “The parade? That’s easy enough-”

Jon let his guard down. The next thing he knew, Jay had leaped out of the fire escape into his awkward embrace. “Gotcha!”

“Watch it, Jay! What gives-”

“I wanna do it with you, Superman. Right here, in the air, in front of everyone,” said Jay Nakamura with visible signs of lewdness. His face was bright red.

He felt disgusted when the youngster with glasses licked his Kryptonian face, but deep down he wanted it. Even Jay’s simple touch on the red and blue spandex suit had turned him on. Jon tried to hide his lust, but a gasp escaped.

Then, Jay grabbed Superman’s crotch and squeezed hard. “I want this!”

Jon moaned. It was his face’s turn to be red. Sweat started to profuse on his face. He bit his lips, but the sensation was overtaking him. Who doesn’t want to be free to do anything with their lover? “Everyone’s… Everyone is looking…”

“Let them see. Why are you afraid of, Superman? Isn’t this your chance to be the greatest symbol of the cause? You and I will show the world the spirit of sexual freedom!”

The young Superman whined again as Jay successfully grabbed his growing baton. Jon has never felt so sensitive. Perhaps the pink-hair youngster was the one for him. Every movement of his lanky fingers triggered something inside him. A desire so hard to control.

Jon was now arching mid-air with Jay essentially riding him. Their groins finally met each other in the most sensual way. Jay ground his baton against Jon’s and the two squealed. “Be brave and bold, Superman!”

“Yes…” mumbled Jon. There was still a part of him that had a sense of decency. What about the children who were in the parade? How would they think of the American hero once he showed them his horny side? Superman wanted to say no, but his lips were frozen solid.

“I have big plans for us today, Superman. After this, we will go to the tattoo parlor and get body piercings. Together, we can be the couple that breaks the chains of the establishment!”

“That’s not… That’s not who I am…” stuttered the broken Superman. He fought a losing battle against Jay’s fervent rubbing of his perfect abs. Each contour of his muscle was touched and caressed.

When Jay pulled Jon’s collar, the Kryptonian was under his spell. Superman flew slowly out of the alley and went above the parade-filled street. Needless to say, everyone was astonished.

Then, their awe turned into shock as the pink-haired youngster skillfully moved to put his face on Jon’s crotch and his crotch on Jon’s face in an aerial 69.

Superman didn’t resist. His mind was too dominated by lust. Perhaps something was wrong. Perhaps Jay’s new jade-colored piercing on his nose was a debilitating Kryptonite that negated his heroic spirit. Perhaps it was just him who wanted to ignore everything and be free for once in a while.

Whatever it was, the result was clear. Jon and Jay gulped and slurped their partners’ rod. Superman’s mouth tasted the tip of the spandex-coated organ of Jay before plunging the whole thing all the way to the throat. Then, he pulled back and repeated the process again and again like someone who was thirsty for a lollipop.

All while the world watched. Some girls screamed when Jon’s saliva dropped on their faces. Phones were brought in to record the whole lewdness. “We are… We are free!” shouted Jon’s barely-audible voice.

“Pride! Pride! Pride!” shouted Jay as support with the same vocalization.

But the message was clear. One by one, people in the parade cheered. “Pride, pride, pride!”

Seeing that the commotion had built up, Jay removed his mouth from Jon’s massive baton. He put his rear on Superman's reddish face and blew. “That’s for leaving me, Superman!”

Jon complained, but his eyes also showed lust. His fingers twitched as the foul stench of Jay’s fart entered his nose. He was also fully exposed to the youngster’s smelly buttcrack.

“Let me stir you toward our next destination,” smirked Jay as he grabbed Superman’s baton. Still gagged, Jon was no longer in control of his movements. He was a vehicle for Jay toward the building he was in before.

It was a miracle that the two could enter an apartment building. Inside, Jon dropped unceremoniously on the wooden floor. As Jay removed himself from the new Big Blue, he greeted another figure who looked suited to be a butcher with his apron. “This is the place, Jon.”

Superman was still delirious as he forced himself to get back up. “What place, Jay? What’s going on here?”

“This is the place where we will take our relationship to somewhere higher. This is the place where you will prove your love to me, Jon.”

“What’re you talking about, Jay? I AM in love with you-”

Jay put his index finger on Jon’s lips. “Sshh, words are not tangible, Jon. I want real proof. I want you to have these as I do.”

Jay stripped himself to show the tattoo extent on his body. They were all over, some ink patterns even overlapping each other. Some were colored, but most were black. With his hoodie gone, the tattoo on the side of Jay’s face was visible now. It read “I am a slave to love and lust. I will never break free.”

“You want me to have tattoos?” asked the doubtful Jon.

Jay pinched Superman’s right raisin, making him flinch. “Not just tattoos, Jon. Full-body tattoos. I’m not even done with this as I will fill my face with more art. You will do too.”

It was wrong. It felt wrong. What kind of Superman had tattoos all over their faces, let alone the entire body? It was wrong, but Jon was a coward and easily manipulable just like the time when Jay revealed himself to cooperate with terrorists. Jon couldn’t take action for himself. Today, his boyfriend took action for him.

“Unless you want to break up.”

“No!” rejected Jon. It was the question he could never stomach. No, he couldn’t lose Jay. Not for the world. Not for his heroic image. “I will do it.”

“I know you will, because you didn’t know the main challenge.” Jay showed Superman the tip of a special tattoo maker needle. It glowed bright green. Even the sight of it made Jon feel uneasy.

“Is that… Kryptonite?”

Jay nodded. “Not purified of course. I only want you to push yourself, not kill you. With this, you can be more than you are now. What good is a Superman if he always whines about getting weakened by funny space rock? With tattoos made of this, you can train yourself to be better every day.”

The explanation didn’t add up. Can someone drink poison every day to train his immunity? Jon thought about it, or so he thought. His mental capacity had gone down the moment he was exposed to Jay’s very own Kryptonite slave collar. After a while, he responded with a stammering voice. “I will do it.”

“Good.” Jay smirked. Just like him, Superman was under the control of Bendix’s experiment. Now, it was just the matter of depowering him permanently. Everything was observed through hidden cameras. The evil mastermind licked his lips as he watched Jon Kent strip and place himself on the tattoo parlor chair.

The shackles came in to grab his ankles and wrists, but Jon didn’t fight. Somehow, he knew that those restraints were to help the process. As a final goodbye before starting, Jay jutted his tongue deep into Superman’s mouth. Jon could feel the piercing’s hard texture that was in contrast with the slippery taste organ.

The naked Superman tried to endure the pain. The needle easily pierced his skin to pump the tattoo ink despite him being a Kryptonian. This was a trap!

But Jon didn’t resist. What for? If he did, Jay would have abandoned him. Superman couldn’t accept that.

He found it better to be a captive than to be a loner. Even as Jay Nakamura continued to fondle his body to further distract his mind, Jon accepted him. He took his fate. He didn’t want to be a savior anymore. Why couldn’t he have an easy life as a slave?

Slave? Jon shook his head. No, not a slave. A servant? A serf? What was the word he was looking for?

“A slut,” said Jay as if he could hear his mind. Jon mindlessly nodded.

“Yes, a slut. I am a slut.”

Just to be sure that Jon would always remember who he was, the tattooer added his personal touch by manually branding the word in a big font on the young Superman’s lower abs.

Without him knowing, the tattooer had a set of robotic arms to complete his work. The process was fast. Jon’s entire body was soon defiled by Kryptonite-infused tattoos. Gone were his days as a superhero. He was to be whatever Bendix wanted him to be.

Then, Jon’s head was grabbed by the tattooer. It was to keep him in place as the jade-colored nose piercing was stabbed into place. It was the first of many.

Superman squealed again as his ears got pierced too, then his lips, then navel, then his raisins. All glowed with the soul-sucking power that subjugated the Kryptonian. “What are you now, Jon?” asked the horny Jay as he licked his lover’s nose piercing.

Jon couldn’t find a word. Was a slut the correct one? No, he was lower than that. His mouth went agape, but doubt flooded his corrupted mind. “I am… A nobody.”

“That’s right, Jon Kent. You’re a nobody,” replied Henry Bendix who stepped out of the parlor’s sliding door. He didn’t need to take precautions anymore. The Kryptonian was completely his. But he wanted more. “As such, the world doesn’t need you as Superman anymore. We need someone fresh. Are you up for the job, Jay?”

Jay kneeled and kissed his master’s boots. He was his slut as Jon was. “I am, Master.”

Bendix gave a condescending laugh. “Good. We can stop the tattooing process for now. I want his face to be spotless for a while.”

“What are we going to do with this one?” asked his tattooer.

“The same thing that we did with other heroes that were stupid enough to go against us.” Bendix touched the wall. The door glowed before opening up to another location. Hot and steamy air blew out of the endless tunnel accompanied by multiple clanks of work tool noises. There were also screams of voices further down the mine.

The robotic chair released its captive. Now turned into a debilitated naked youngster with a body full of tattoos, Jon Kent turned toward the interdimensional portal. “Is that.. Where I should go?”

Bendix observed the perfect body of a hero before him, then answered. “No, not yet. Dress up first, Superman.”

Jon Kent obeyed and put on the Superman suit. But his boyfriend also wore a similar suit. “We are not animals, Jon Kent. We respect the legacy of heroes. That’s why you will wear a cheap copy of your Superman suit while toiling forever as part of our growing slave labor. Don’t worry, you will find friends there.”

Indeed, the long tunnel was full of former heroes who now served Bendix. Jess Chambers, the genderfluid alternate version of The Flash was there to strike their pickaxe at superhuman speed. The young Aquaman, Jackson Hyde, infused his tool to better dig the endless rocks around him. The Batwoman Kate Kane used her genius equipment to mine further.

The heroes were there and they still got their powers. But what good could superhuman power do if the heroes lost their belief in themselves? The bare skin not covered by their spandex costumes showed the violating full-body tattoos and body piercings even on the faces, worse than what Jon Kent had right now.

Jon stepped in wearing his iconic Superman suit. But he didn’t enter the tunnels to save his fellow metahumans. He was there to join them to make profits for Bendix. The noise of his pickaxe joined the rest of the enslaved Pride heroes.

“As for you, big times are ahead, Jay,” said Bendix to his servant. Jay Nakamura ditched his glasses so that the world could have the full power of his laser eyes. He was the newest Superman, owned by Bendix’s corporate power.